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Fic Rec List - Sex Worker AUs

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Lando/Oscar

nsfw: dancing on quicksand by @tearstrung | E | 3.3k Lando is outrageous, and Oscar struggles to understand what's a joke and what isn't - until he sees a link on Twitter. This fic is red hot, very funny, and perfectly characterised! Oscar's special brand of bamboozlement is especially wonderful here, as he comes to terms with Lando's job on the side. The ending is like a beautiful punch to the gut. Love it!

'Though, the guy’s skin is similar in color to Lando’s—olivey, the natural tan Lando wears year-round, even if he’s barely been in the sun with his shirt off. The same big hands, which don’t really match up with his small stature, rippled with lithe muscle; followed by a wide ribcage that slips down into a tiny, tapered waist. Nipples, shades darker and always hard from what Oscar can see from a long scroll. At the tips of the guy’s fingers, Oscar notices leftover chew marks, the skin pulled back, nails bitten short into nubs.'

Carlos/Lando

nsfw: when the time comes by @venerat | E | 7.6k Lando asks his friend Carlos, an escort, to arrange an appointment with another male escort for him. Lando has never been with a man and wants to have the experience. When Pierre falls ill and has to cancel, Carlos decides to go in his stead. Only one problem, though - Carlos is in love with Lando. Will he be able to keep his emotions in check? This situation could have been awkward but Lando is nothing but sweet and kind with Carlos. The encounter results in a lot of revelations for them both, and although they seem to start the next phase of their relationship a bit backwards, they clearly have a future together.

Time doesn’t seem to be very real. Carlos thinks. He thought it would be different than this, that’s all. Different from the way it’s—happening. Because the way it’s happening feels like sex. Real sex. It doesn’t feel like work. It doesn’t feel like a transaction. It feels like—trite; cliche, of course, but—it feels like passion.

Charles/Pierre

nsfw: pièce de résistance by @capsize (copenhagenborn) | E | 14.5k Pierre, a sex worker, is approached one night by the assistant of someone calling himself Marc. Marc, it turns out, is really Prince Charles of Monaco and is looking for an arrangement. This is quite low-angst for a royalty AU (don't get me wrong, I love my angst) but this fic just has them slot together so easily. Pierre is rather happy as a sex worker, which is actually a nice change when it comes to sex work fic. The relationship side of things is slow burn and even the inevitable miscommunication part of the story is done so well I enjoyed it.

'Pierre does spend the night. He sends Charles a picture of his gateau marcel and soaks in the tub as he finishes the bottle of wine they were supposed to share. The house is predictably a mess when he gets home: George is crying on the couch with his eyes glued to the television, a small Union Jack pulled from somewhere and now proudly displayed in front of him. Alex is sitting by his feet, badly hiding his laughter as he scrolls through what Pierre can only imagine being memes. Lando is passed out in the corner, a bottle of vodka close to his hand, while Oscar stares at him with an oddly closed-off look in his eyes. Pierre isn’t quite up to date on the current geopolitical relationship between Australia and the rest of the commonwealth. Pierre sits down next to Max at the dining table, sips his water and goes, “What does it mean if someone has to be summoned after the death of dear old Lizzy?”'

nsfw: cause baby, I'd be satisfied forever by @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 88.5k Pierre, retired from racing after a career-ending injury, is closer to 40 than 30 now and has reinvented himself as a designer. He's also venturing out of the closet. He is put in touch with Charles, who gets by as a sugar baby, and decides this is a perfect way to get some experience dating another man. Pierre finds himself developing feelings for Charles. I'm at a point now with @wolfiemcwolferson fic where I just gesture wildly at whatever they've written and make vague noises but in the interests of trying to sound like the sane person I pretend to be, this fic is a perfect distillation of the Pierre/Charles relationship. What if they didn't meet until later in life? What if Charles never went beyond karting? What if the age gap was larger? All of these, and yet, it's still them. There is a "soulmates in ever universe" theme in the Piarles fandom and this story absolutely embodies it.

'He’s beautiful and he smells like cologne and something fresh and he’s still not let go of Pierre’s hand - the cool leather underneath Pierre’s hand seems so…foreign. So flipped. Pierre considers all the time he touched other people’s hands while wearing leather gloves. “I hope I am not late,” Charles smiles at him still. “I missed my train and I -” “Charles,” Pierre says, realizing that Charles seems a bit nervous - a bit ruffled. “I only just arrived. “Come and let’s go inside. We can get warm.” His smile makes his perfect face less so - a mere mortal instead of the god he is and Pierre gets it immediately.'

Charles/Sebastian

nsfw: Be Snoozing That Lust In The Morning by @sebchalex & @meova101 | E | 14.5k When Formula 1 decides to clean up their sponsors, teams are left scrambling to find money. Ferrari finds an unconventional way to get more budget – Charles starts an OnlyFans. The initial premise of Charles having to get an OnlyFans to help Ferrari is just unhinged enough that it could be real – but this fic has a lot more to offer than just comedy. The way it follows Charles personal growth from not believing he could actually make money of OF, being embarrassed when Seb subscribes, to them working together to produce record breaking content and falling for eachother in between – its like a modern day fairytale, if Cinderella had to sell nudes to help the evil stepmom with money.

"This was the only way," Charles says. "I know this could tarnish the Ferrari legacy and everything, but I want to help my team. I will do anything to make them stay on top." Once he finishes his sentence, he looks straight at Sebastian. It's already disgraceful enough that he had to do this in the first place, but this type of rejection coming from Sebastian is making him feel worse. Finally, Sebastian raises his hands in a yielding gesture. "Fine," he says, sending a breath of relief through Charles. "I still have a problem with it." "Seb, I know. I wish there was another way as well, but—" "It's not about that," Sebastian says, looking even more pissed. "Have you realised that your pictures are terrible?" Well. Charles certainly hadn’t expected that. "What?" "Charles, if you are charging that much in the first place, then you should at least put in a little bit more effort," Sebastian explains, extending his hands out. "Your lighting was horrible, and it was blurry. Why did no one offer help?"

nsfw: With you I'm in real danger by @jean----ralphio | E | 55.5k Charles, a well-known porn actor, shelters from a mob of fans by hiding in a rare books shop. The bookseller recognises him but is too considerate to say anything about it. Charles notices and they strike up a friendship, and more. Charles and Seb are from such very different worlds. Charles is accustomed to sometimes being judged for his line of work but Seb treats him with utmost respect at all times, which should be a low bar but isn't. Things get a bit rocky for them in true romance story fashion, but all is well by the end.

Sebastian feels himself go bright red, as Charles’ mischievous smile turns gleeful. “I can tell the instant I meet someone whether they know who I am or not,” he explains. “So I knew right away that you know of me.” “Ah. Sorry.” Sebastian feels foolish, guilt settling over him for not having been honest about it from the beginning.

Pierre/Yuki

nsfw: your mouth makes me reconsider where my heart lies by @yukierres | E | 10.4k Pierre, still an F1 driver, discovers a streamer who plays video games while using sex toys and is immediately fascinated (and hugely turned on). He lavishes gifts and money on the man on his screen, and finds himself falling in love with someone he hasn't even met. The guys are so well characterised. Yuki is unashamed, he loves what he does, is brilliant at it and gets well paid for it too. You can see why Pierre couldn't resist. Pierre is confused and ashamed as hell to begin with (that darned Catholic guilt again) but can't stay away. The author grows the relationship to a point where it seems inevitable that Yuki will one day feel comfortable enough meeting Pierre in real life.

"That was -" Pierre says around breaths, a laugh in his voice, disbelief in what has just happened. Yuki himself has flopped back on the bed, laptop now beside him as he lies against the pillows. His eyes are wet and pink looking, a content sheen in them. "That was something else." A pleased cat-like expression forms on his mouth. "You enjoyed that Pierre?" He says with a blissed-out face, attempting to bat his eyes temptingly at the camera before yawning tiredly, the whole face scrunching up. It is more cute than seductive in the end, but it doesn’t matter because Pierre is head over heels either way.

Daniel/Max

nsfw: chemical highs and clear blue skies by @yekoc | E | 43.5k Daniel is a porn actor, which is where he meets newbie Max. Max, along with his cats, crash on Daniel’s couch whilst they continue to shoot various scenes together. They get to know each other and get to miscommunicate on the way to comfort. The pacing of the plot was really pleasant to read, as was the dialogue. Max is flippant but also careful and cautious at the same time. Daniel is self assured and kind and perhaps a little too trusting. Both of them keep their cards close and all of it makes for a very gratifying read.

'Max laughs, just a little bit, something that in someone else you might call a giggle. Daniel hasn’t seen him laugh before. He’s seen him come—in person, and then over and over again on video that one night, which he should probably forget about really quickly. Max laughing is oddly similar; it breaks something hard about him all to pieces.'

nsfw: Fly Fast (With Broken Wings) by @mysticalbreadcollective | E | 44.2k (ongoing) Max is an escort who turned to sex work due to lack of options. Daniel is an F1 driver, and Max's first ever customer. Daniel quickly becomes obsessed with Max - but the Max that Daniel first knows is a construct - the real Max guards his feelings out of necessity and can't afford to go all in with Daniel. Daniel doesn't understand the precariousness of Max's situation, or why Max would choose to keep working and earning his own money - keeping his independence - rather than agree to become Daniel's kept man. This fic digs deeply into the power imbalance and dubious consent issues of sex work, the necessary artifice of it and the need for emotional armour and distance on the part of the worker. Daniel, sadly, proves Max right with some of his behaviour - he can be selfish and spoiled, and sometimes outright cruel. There is love on both sides, but this relationship is a minefield they each misstep in more than once.

'“You think you are saving me, but it will be someone else. And maybe they will not be so nice.” Emilian says, and oh fuck, his voice is cracking a little at the end and Daniel can’t stand it. Because Daniel knows. He knows the types of clients, can imagine them, the ones that would pay extortionate amounts of money for Emilian. He feels sick hearing Emilian’s voice shake a little, wonders how nervous Emilian has been for this. What he was expecting, who he was expecting. When the agency told him that he was meeting someone who’d pay extra for him. If Emilian had built it all up in his head what he’d be asked to do. And then to say he’d been hopeful that it had been Daniel. Shit.'

Daniel/Lando

nsfw: asunder, asunder by @ladyeggplant | E | 53.3k Lando is very socially awkward, highly intelligent and cashed up. He decides the best way to lose his virginity is to hire an escort. The progression of the relationship here from transactional to something more is not smooth. Lando really doesn’t have much of an understanding about how a relationship should work and makes a few big missteps, especially later in the story as the emotional stakes get higher. Daniel is professional and gentle as he gradually figures out exactly what Lando needs. Lando is physically inexperienced and emotionally awkward and nothing about it is easy.

Silence settles over steeping tea and half-eaten fruit, and he wishes he’d left the music on, because at least it would make this awkwardness bearable. He’s had super wealthy clients before, but none of them this young, and none of them this achingly insecure where it was practically bleeding out of them. Everyone who has ever booked him as wanted him there, obviously—it feels like Lando would rather eat glass than sit in the same room as him. Daniel clears his throat. “So, first time, huh?” Lando chokes mid sip.

Carlos/Charles

In for a penny, in for a pound by @f1-stuff | M | 7k (ongoing) Charles, smarting after being unceremoniously dumped by his girlfriend, hires an escort to take as his plus one to Arthur's wedding. A dashingly handsome man turns up to the rendezvous, and they figure out Charles checked the wrong box when he was making the appointment. He's spent the money, Carlos is easy company, so he decides to roll with it. This fic is amusing and sweet. Carlos is wonderful at his job - perceptive and empathetic and kind, and is probably way ahead in understanding of Charles's sexuality than Charles is himself.

“Charles...listen,” he says, shifting slightly in his chair. He looks self-assured and confident with one leg crossed over the other, hands loosely clasped over his knee. Charles is annoyed and jealous of him all at once. “I probably shouldn’t say this, considering why you hired me. But you are trying to prove to your ex that you aren’t sad and lonely by hiring someone to pretend to be in love with you...” The man raises his brows at him. “You do see the irony, no?” Charles scoffs, shaking his head down at his lap. But he can’t deny that this guy sort of, possibly, has a point. Great, even the escort he’s paying to not make him feel so pitiful is calling him out.

Mark/Seb

nsfw: pleaser by @alltimecharlo | E | 34.6k Seb is a student struggling to make rent, and Mark is a very successful lawyer. They enter a mutually beneficial agreement. This story is fantastic - the author characterises them both beautifully, and they are the perfect balance of sweet and hot and funny. I particularly loved Sebastian's first trip to Mark's house... A gorgeous story, with lots to love.

Mark’s sitting right there. Like, directly in front of the changing room in one of the extremely comfy-looking armchairs, his eyes latching directly onto his form once it’s revealed and lingering there so heavily that Sebastian almost feels the need to hide his entirely clothed body. The older’s green eyes flick up and down his lithe frame so intensely that Seb can feel his stomach doing flips and a burning heat instilling under his skin. It only worsens when he watches Mark’s tongue dart outwards to wet at his lips.

In order to keep this list organised we have chosen to categorise it as 'Sex Worker AUs'– note that we understand that some tropes here are not always sexual in nature nor are they always categorised as sex work. We respect any and all sex workers and non sex workers alike!

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crazychaoticizzy · 2 months

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TRACK ONE: Pilot/Heart Attack

Heart Attack: the greatest rock band in history. Decades after the nasty breakup that followed their final performance in Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, the six band members finally agree to separate interviews that reveal how they came together and their rise to fame.

And what led to their sudden downfall.

EREN X READER X JEAN

CONTENT: multipart fic, rock band au, love triangle, slow burn, angst

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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DODGER STADIUM, LOS ANGELES After their highly anticipated performance at Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, Jean Kirschtein tore off the neck of his bass on stage and ripped a hole in the drums. After announcing his resignation from the famous band, Heart Attack, Eren Jäger punched him.

Following Jean Kirschtein's resignation, Heart Attack fell apart. The performance in Dodger Stadium was their last, and the six band members have not been seen together since.

This biography is made up of a series of interviews compiled over the years by Olivia Russo. This is the first time the band and others involved have spoken on their scandals since they broke up.

JEAN KIRSTEIN, bassist for Heart Attack: Just sit here? Alright. Yeah, of course. Sure you don’t want anything to drink? Okay. [smiling] Hi.

EREN JÄGER, main male vocalist for Heart Attack: We’re gonna make this quick, ‘kay? I don’t wanna talk about this shit. Ask your questions, get a snack or something, and leave.

ARMIN ARLERT, guitarist for Heart Attack: Do I look okay? I dunno, I just feel nervous, I guess. I haven’t really talked about this in years, especially on camera.

SASHA BRAUS, keyboardist for Heart Attack: Oh, I’m so excited for this. Did my hair curl weird? No? Okay. What do you want me to do? Introduce myself? I don’t know, everything’s changed so much since the last time I did a one on one interview like this. Hi, my name is Sasha Braus. I was the former keyboardist and supporting female vocalist for Heart Attack.

CONNIE SPRINGER, drummer for Heart Attack: Ready, kid? You’re in for a ride. I hope you brought snack or something to hold you by, this is a long story.

MIKASA ACKERMAN, photographer and costume designer for Heart Attack: This is for a documentary, right? Or a novel? Oh, okay. Either way, I’ll try to remember everything as best I can.

Y/N L/N, main female vocalist for Heart Attack: Hey. Yeah, of course. Mess with whatever. Maybe you can hide the circles under my eyes. [laughs]

What did you think of Heart Attack?

MIKASA: Well, it was Eren’s dream, so I just kind of went with it. It was fun, though. I really liked everyone we worked with. Most of them were really nice.

EREN: We were on top of the fucking world. The biggest band of the century. Everyone knew our name and we were making millions. I don’t know why Jean wanted to throw that shit away.

JEAN: You want honesty? I fucking hated it. Every single second.

CONNIE: Ooo, getting into the deep shit already? Well, I personally thought it was so fun. More so after we got famous, but it was great even back when we were just teenagers in Mrs. Yeager’s basement.

ARMIN: I kind of felt… indifferent? I mean, yeah I liked it. I was spending time with my best friends. But I would have preferred something quieter, maybe? Something that didn’t have us at each other’s throats all the time, at least.

SASHA: Well, it was definitely stressful. God, especially when I was pregnant. I was so worried about what we were going to do then. I mean, I couldn’t be up on stage at almost nine months. Are you crazy? But then for half of our songs the keyboard is a really big part so it’s not like I just couldn’t be there.

Y/N: I really enjoyed it. Yeah, there were a couple times I maybe wanted to kill someone, but it was fun. Lifelong friends, some of them. All of them, actually, but . . .

SASHA: Oh, well. We figured it out in the end. [smiles]

Y/N: It didn’t end well, as I’m sure you know.

JEAN: What were we? A rock band, according to Google, but what we were doing wasn’t rock.

CONNIE: It’s kind of funny, actually. Before Sasha we were all so uncreative and couldn’t come up with song titles. With good reason, too, that shit is hard. Trying to sum up your song in a couple words? Pfft. We were all useless, especially Eren.

ARMIN: Only the super old fans know this, but our very first song ever, track one on our debut album, was originally called “Pilot.”

EREN: Yes, like the fucking first episode of a show that doesn’t know if it’s gonna do well or some shit. It was not my idea.

JEAN: It was Eren’s idea.

MIKASA: I tried convincing them to name it something else, but they wouldn’t budge. I suggested just their band name and they said, “No, that’s too basic. We need something unique.” They didn’t change it until Scout Records told them to. And guess what they changed it to.

CONNIE: We changed the first song to “Heart Attack” in… let’s see, 2018 or somewhere close to that. 2019, maybe?

JEAN: Naming our first album “Debut” was Eren’s dumb ass idea, too. Uncreative prick.

EREN: No one else had any better ideas, so we just went with what I said by default. It’s not like anyone cared, anyway.

What can you tell me about Marco Bodt?

SASHA: Sorry, darling. I don’t know much about him other than he was the band’s first keyboardist.

Y/N: Just what Annie and everyone else told me way back when. I don't remember much.

MIKASA: Oh, I wasn’t around them enough at the beginning to know him. That was around the same time my mom had started getting me ready to take over the store, so I spent almost all of my free time with her.

ARMIN: I don’t really remember him. I had him in my Chemistry class before I dropped out. He was my table partner, I think. He was nice, though. We tutored each other sometimes. And, of course, he was over at Eren’s with us a lot.

CONNIE: I loved Marco, man. If you met him, you knew you had just met the sun. He always had such a bright outlook on everything. He was like Switzerland when we started arguing. And he always came up with the best compromises.

EREN: Marco was amazing. I felt bad all the time because he was always breaking up arguments. I have no clue why he was friends with us.

ARMIN: We were definitely annoying. It took a special kind of patience to deal with us, especially at that age. Marco always handled it so well, though. I think he and I would’ve ended up being much better friends if we were given the chance.

JEAN: Someone did their homework. You know about Marco? Course you do, you’re fucking [incoherent]. Uhm, Marco… God, I haven’t talked about him since he died. I don’t even think the really old fans know about him, to be honest. Well, Marco was . . . I think he was the first boy I ever loved.

i'm so excited for this series you guys don't even know. i have so much planned and i hope you guys have as much fun reading it as i had writing it

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cookiesupplier · 3 months

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A Friend Down In Hell - Part Seven

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology. (potentially more to be added)

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: Unbetaed.. Enjoy!

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything

Okay, so there was a part of Ellie that might have felt a little bad for leading Ishtar astray about her purposes for inviting her out for lunch, and why she wanted to spend time with her.. But truthfully, if she was right about this, and she hit it off with Folio as much as she thought the other woman would.. They had been friendly in that bar for years. Don’t tell her it was just her job to be nice to her customers there, either, Ellie had seen that woman gave the guys there what for when they went too far. If she didn’t at least think Folio was okay, she wouldn’t talk to him nearly as much as she did. Right? At least, that was Ellie’s theory. She hoped that by the end of today, she would know either way whether she was right or not, and she’d hopefully have made a new friend out of her lunch with Ishtar if she was lucky!

So, she had set out her bowls of ingredients that she had chopped and prepared that Ishtar might prefer for toppings on her pizza, and prepared the pizza bases on the trays. It wasn’t the first time that she’d made pizzas in her oven, while it was easier to order delivers, and faster, there was something that so much fun about making them herself. The night she’d sat there with Folio and Jolly weeks ago, messing around and trying to do that whole, throw the dough up into the air, spinning it around and ended with it splat on their face.. Well.. Folio had insisted on doing that. Jolly and Ellie had been the ones that were trying to spread it out with their hands and a rolling pin..

In the end, they all agreed it was easier to go with pre flattened pizza bases, they did discover you could stretch them out a little to get a nice bit of crust on the edge, Ellie liked that. Not always perfect, but she liked it. Now that everything was set out, she glanced at the clock on the wall, Ishtar should be here soon, so it was perfect timing, washing her hands, she cleaned herself up and made sure everything was sorted ready for when she did get here. Sure enough, just as she was done, there was a knock at the door, going over, she opened up and smiled brightly as she let her in.. while on one hand, it might seem strange to have a demon in her apartment that actually preferred to keep to her more demonic form instead of shifting to a human visage like the boys did.. The fact that she was so much taller than her anyway? Definitely normal anyway.

Who wasn’t taller than Ellie in her life.

For damn’s sake, she wasn’t short, she was pretty average okay, or at least she thought she was, her boyfriend was just a bloody demon giant.. Who needed to be that tall anyway? At least to her, just unnecessary, get down to her level already.. But moving on.

“Come on in, I’ve got lunch all set up, we can have some fun, make them up and chat while they are cooking!”

Grinning wide,

“Sounds good to me.”

Stepping aside as Ishtar came in.. oh she envied how gorgeous she looked. Sure she knew those tattoos were natural, but that just made them even more enviable to Ellie, because the amount of money she’d have to spend to get even those simple flowering vines all along her limbs, and they looked so delicate.. Feminine and badass without being in your face.

After closing the door behind Ishtar when she entered her apartment, she started leading her towards the kitchen, where all the food was set out and ready to be assembled. Ellie had already decided she wasn’t going to continue to keep leading Ishtar completely astray all day, if they were going to be friends, she wanted to be upfront and honest about this.

“So.. I have a bit of a confession to make here.. I hope you don’t hate me, but I might have had an ulterior motive for inviting you out for lunch.”

As she got to the end of the end of the island counter that she had set everything out on, she turned on her, half wincing as she looked towards Ishtar, hoping wasn’t about to hate her for this. Ishtar was looking down at her with her arms crossed in front of her, her expression wasn’t expectant, waiting, with a raised eyebrow, fair enough,

“Folio.. He.. is probably going to kill me for saying it out right, because he has been trying so hard to be covert the whole time and not blatant and all that.. Don’t ask it’s this whole thing for him,”

Was that almost a chuckle from her,

“But he has this thing for you, and he’d been trying to get you to ask him out. My theory is, you don’t date guys through work, but he didn’t exactly want to stalk you to ask, so-”

“You’d do it for him?”

Laughing slightly,

“Something like that, yeah.”

Ishtar smiled,

“How much hot water am I in?”

Ellie watched the demoness as she tilted her head slightly to the side, appearing to study her for a moment,

“It’s been years since he walked into the bar, years..”

“Yep.”

“And he hasn’t asked me, not once.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

Laughing again,

“How about, we put these pizzas together, stick them into the oven, pour some wine, and I’ll explain it to you while they’re cooking..

“Good, because I don’t think I’m going to be able to understand this on an empty stomach.”

So that was how they were sitting on Ellie’s couch half an hour later, with their pizza trays on the table, wine glasses in hand, and laughing a little tipsy..

“Barfly?”

Ishtar couldn’t help but ask? Oh boy, she couldn’t even say that everything that Ellie had told her was all that surprising, it certainly made perfect sense for that happy guy that had made so many nights so much better for her at the bar.

“Sweet Legions of Hell. No offence Ellie, but I will never quite understand when humans get stuck in their way of thinking and try to apply it to everything here, thought, he has been out in the thick of living here only five years.. Now Tony has been at it a few decades and is well stuck in the trenches.”

Sipping at her wine. Shaking her head but holding up her hand as she swallowed,

“Forget I mentioned him please, I don’t want to ruin this amazing day, this is too much fun. So Folio.. I think he’s delightful, and you’re spot on, I would never date anyone from work.. but the boy doesn’t take a hint.. You want to know how many times I’ve tried to sprinkle bread crumbs about where I like to go out, clubs or movies or…”

Listening to Ellie giggle made her smile,

“I think that is more of a group problem than just a Folio problem, they are very set in their ways. You want them to do something different; you have to pry it from them with a crow bar. But you have an in, five years of that boy simping over you. We can make a random meeting happen.. But just promise me something… make him work for it.. So hard…”

Grinning brightly, reaching for the other women’s hand, her grin smaller and a lot cooler to the touch than Ishtar’s, but she didn’t mind at all.

“Deal.”

“So, tell me about you, aside from Folio’s little spiels about how amazing you are-”

“Oh wow,”

“And that you obviously have decent taste in men, because, Folio, obviously. I don’t know much about you..”

“Well, what would you like to know?”

Looking over to the other women, Ellie did make her curious, she didn’t have any human friends, aside from Folio, she was going to count him now, she was, because this was tipping the scale, especially if he made a move, he better make a move going to all this trouble to arrange a ‘random meeting’ with Elle. He had one chance, otherwise she was going to pin him down and show him a completely different version of swatting a barfly as Ellie as said he put it, one that she wouldn’t do to anyone else.

“Folio said you were named after your mom?”

“Yea, she’s not in Hell though, she’s from Heaven.”

“Wait.. wait.. There’s a Heaven.. I thought this was just the Afterlife?” Ishtar laughed softly,

“It is, but there is more than one, different parts of the Afterlife if you want to be more specific. My mother is a Goddess that resides in a more, angelic part of the afterlife.”

“Oh, so we aren’t so well off here as everyone thinks..”

“Mmm don’t be fooled, I wouldn’t pick anywhere over here, Hell all the way, Heaven might have its perks, but Hell has more personality for me.”

Ellie laughed,

“I’m sure it does.. But.. how are you a demon, and your mom is a goddess?”

“Ah, yes, well, I take after my father, who is from Hell.”

“Mmmhmm mmhmm now I’m going to need that story, a demon from hell and a goddess from heaven, sounds about as likely as a dead soul and a demon lord, though at least we’re both in hell right now.”

Ishtar smiled swirling her wine glass slightly, thinking about the story that her parents told her, both from their unique perspectives, the story that she’d learned of from different places too, the humans even had their own version of it in their religion.

“There is a Sumerian legend, about Queen Inanna, a Mesopotamian goddess and her descent to the underworld, Inanna being another name for my mother. During this the process of the tale, she stripped, beaten, and flayed, and her corpse hung on the wall before the process of her rescue, the tale details her rescue from the underworld.”

Smiling softly, remembering her father talking about his side of the story here, looking upon her corpse on the wall while working in the palace.

“My father many a time has told me wondrous things as I grew up, he would tell me just how beautiful she was, even as nothing but a corpse on the wall, and that no matter the beauty of the world, it is what inside us that counts. He knows, because he sees it inside her, she is always, at most beautiful and outshines all around her.” Sipping at her wine, that was her father, even now, he always spoke such wonders of her mother even when she was nothing but a corpse on a wall.

“When I was born, he decided that even if I was a demon, that I had her inner light, her inner beauty, so of course I would have her name, so, I am Ishtar, my mother’s daughter.”

“That is, amazing.”

“Oh, it got better, by the time she was returned to life and rescued, upon her return to heaven, while man of those she loved were weeping for her return, her husband,”

“Oh no, she was married?”

“He wasn’t, didn’t even blink and eye.”

“Oh that bastard! Tell me he got what was coming to him, please!”

“Well that leads into a different story, but I will say, he was called Chad.”

The pointed look said it all and Ishtar smiled, seeing that Ellie got what she was saying when she sat up straighter instantly,

“A CHAD? In heaven? You’re kidding? No way.. That is just so typical.. Your poor mom being married to him. Well, I’m glad she met your dad then, meant she met someone that was willing to worship her like the worthy goddess she is.”

Ellie grinned and raised her glass,

“Let’s drink to that even!”

Oh, she was definitely tipsy, but it wasn’t like Ellie was going to have to drive anywhere for Ishtar wasn’t worried about it, and they had already finished the bottle, this was their last glass, so they were good. Ishtar raised her glass with Ellie, and they clinked them together with a laugh, all smiles. She liked her, even if she’d originally invited her around on behalf of Folio, she liked that kind of loyalty, and then she was also willing to throw herself under the bus right away for her friend. That took guts, she could have lied through her teeth and pretended she didn’t know a thing and just set her up, but she didn’t, just straight out told her the truth. She respected that.

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Life Twist 09 | JJK

⏤ banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 11.7K+

⏤ author’s note❧ New chapter, guys 😍 this is one of my favorites and I have to say - enjoy while the fluffiness and happiness lasts - not gonna spoil anything for the future, we'll have to wait to see what comes next for these two cuties. As always enjoy this new chapter and all of your comments/thoughts are more than welcome 🤗 P.S: Jeon Jungkook gave me a heart attack after the release of 'Seven' 🤸🏼

'Would you be my girlfriend?'

Did your ears deceive you? Is it possible that you’re already asleep and you’re in the middle of a dream?

'Could you repeat that one more time, please?'

He chuckles and nods complying to your request.

'Would you be my girlfriend, noona?'

You heard well. He really asked you to be his girlfriend. Your smile grew from ear to ear, and you didn't even have to think your answer for a second even though, a giggle is all that comes out of your lips while you feel your cheeks starting to blush like crazy.

‘I really hope that cute giggle means yes, baby’

'Yes, of course JK!' you respond happily hugging him tightly.

'Really? Fuck yes, baby.' He hugs you back while peppering your face with kisses.

You realize you are all sweaty and stinky from the previous sinful activities and the sheets are a mess too.

'As much as I love hugging you, I think I should help you changing the sheets'

'Don't worry baby, I'll do it. You can go ahead and start the shower meanwhile'

'Are you sure? I don't mind helping, Kook'

'Yes, my beautiful girlfriend, I'm sure. I'll be there as soon as I'm done so I can help you get cleaned up' he says while winking at you and showing a little smirk.

You feel your cheeks blushing hearing him calling you 'girlfriend'. It sounds surreal but you love the sound of it.

You kiss him on the lips briefly, then trail three kisses down his neck, to his shoulder. 'K, I'll be going first then' you say, sliding out of bed. At the door to his en suite bathroom, you break into a little smile and say 'Don't take long, boyfie'

'I won't, gorgeous' Jungkook drops his head back to the pillow with a smile plastered on his face. This is a dream - he thinks to himself.

Over the time you've known Jungkook, you've developed a mental gallery — sort of like a list you could say, because that’s the way your brain works — of things you want to do with him. To him, actually. And over the course of the night, you made a real dent in that list. Waiting for the water to heat on the shower, you spend those minutes running over those items.

You relive a particularly excellent moment from your explosive first time with Jungkook, which reminds you of this thing he did, and a cry — did that really come out of your mouth? — and then that look on his face when you...Ugh you really have to stop your dirty memories.

You shake your head, then your whole body, and then open the shower glass door stepping into it. Tilting your head away, you hold a loofah in the shower flow and pour a little bodywash over it. As you start to scrub, you notice a little reddish patch below your right breast, and you chuckle because you know immediately that it was from his mouth working on your skin when he found your third tattoo. Your thighs clench together involuntarily, and you immediately try to refocus on the loofah.

You're facing the flow of water, rinsing the lather off your arms, when you hear the glass door of the shower opening. You smirk to yourself before turning around to find giant, naked, rock-hard Jungkook behind you.

'I thought you fell asleep for a moment'

'And missing out having a shower with my beautiful girlfriend? No way'

Without saying another word, Jungkook joins you and cranes his neck to kiss where the water hits your collarbone. You can only move your hand through his hair and feel around his forearm, Jungkook's lips joining the spattering flow of water along your shoulder and up to your neck before he finds your lips again. The free hand that isn't holding your face finds its way down your stomach, finally catching you free and open where his hand slides against you in staid pattern before he kisses down to your shoulder again.

'Everything about you is amazing, you know that?' Jungkook pulls his palm up to your clit, firm, while his fingers spread and find you waiting.

You give him a sarcastic nod trying to hold back a moan, then say, 'You're such a menace Jeon Jungkook' reaching for his arm and sliding past him, shifting him under the shower head 'Get warm, boyfie. I don't want you to get sick'

He feels goosebumps every time he hears the word 'boyfie' coming from your beautiful lips. He obliges, but never takes his eyes off you.

You can’t help but glance downward, to his cock and for a moment you feel like a perv.

It’s a fairly small shower so you barely move before that hard heat is pressing against your abdomen, as you go up on your tippy toes to kiss him. This time, the kiss is immediately heavy — heat and tongue and moans, wet hands slipping all over wet skin. Jungkook’s hands run up and down your back, then flatten over your hips, over the curve of your ass, squeezing and urging you closer to him.

But you keep some space between you two, because you have plans for him. You slide a finger down his chest, then all your fingers over his magnificent abs, down that trail to his pelvis — the one that practically taunts you when he’s shirtless — until you find once again his hard shaft. A shudder runs through his midsection, seeming to transform into a groan in his throat, as you wrap your hand around him. You catch his bottom lip between your teeth, gently, and then break the kiss. When you look at him, his eyes are dark and intent, lips slightly parted - a look you think you may never entirely get used to, may always be powerless against; a look you know you wear as well.

And then you bend, your lips following the trail your fingers made, and Jungkook inhales sharply and hisses, 'Y/N' as he realizes what you're doing.

'Shhhhh' you whisper, planting a kiss below his navel, getting situated on your knees. You slip your hand over his tip, down the shaft, wrap it around the base. JK’s breathing is shaky; without looking, you can tell his jaw is clenched. His hands in your hair are jittery too, and you still for a moment to let him settle.

When he does, you lick a path away from your hand. Jungkook lets out a harsh breath, quickly followed by a 'Fuck. I could never get enough of you' when your lips close around the head. And just like that, he is in your mouth. Your lips and your tongue are sliding over the ridges and planes and curves of his truly remarkable cock. You take your time, once again getting to know the feeling of him, tasting him, testing for his reactions, and you're rewarded with rasping strings of sounds and half-words. 'Ahhhhh…s-shit. Oh, my g-... b-baby'

And then his hands are on your shoulders, gently pressing you away from him, pulling his hips back a bit. You release him and look up. He’s flushed and you can see his pulse pounding in his neck. “I want to...” he trails off, breathlessly, and then he lifts you by the arms and you get the message. Jungkook kisses you savagely, desperately, and you wonder for the millionth time in the last hours why the hell and how on Earth you avoided doing this for so long.

And then all thoughts cease, because Jungkook’s hand is between your thighs, easing them apart. Without any sort of teasing, he simply slides a finger into you. And then out. And this time another finger joins on the way in, and his thumb presses firmly against your clit.

'Mmh, so so wet, always so ready for me baby' says your boyfriend between kisses with his raspy voice.

A moan comes from somewhere, probably from you - you think vaguely, you are already out of it - as Jungkook works his thumb in a circle, never breaking contact, never letting up on the pressure, and after a minute your lips fall away from his. He immediately bends to kiss your breasts, licking all around your nipple before pulling it into his mouth, then following with the other.

'Fuck. These tits drive me nuts. You're so fucking beautiful' he says while he keeps licking your already perked nipples.

You can feel yourself beginning a crescendo, and your hand goes to his wrist against your pelvis and you still it. With your other hand, you lift his chin back to your level. Confusion flickers in his eyes, and then slowly but never taking your eyes of his, you turn around. You place one palm against the cool tile wall, and the other guides his hand around your hip.

You look at him over your shoulder, and you smile when you notice how his gaze automatically fell to your ass while he bites his lip piercing and then you say 'Just ticking a few more boxes on the list of things I’ve wanted to do with you since...well, let’s just call it a long time and leave it at that'

Jungkook shakes his head slightly, his look of wonder slowly replaced by a little smirk. You're so hot, so freaking dirty and he's so down for it to the point where he could fuck you day in and day out. He leans in and bites your earlobe before whispering 'I didn’t keep a list, but if I did...all of this night? Right at the top. You and those goddamn dresses of yours…you don't have any idea how many times I imagined myself fucking your brains out'

And with that, his cock is pressing against your backside, and you stop breathing for a second. You let go of his hand and reach behind you to guide the hard length of him between your thighs, angling your hips back and up until his tip brushes against your entrance, and then slides in.

You both let out a long breath when he is fully inside, and a rush goes through your whole body at the feeling of him filling you from this angle. He moves gently within you. His hands work over your hips, paying special attention to your ass, palms sliding up the sides of your torso, down your arms, covering your hands against the tile, interlacing your fingers. Then, as he thrusts into you slowly, he trails his right hand back down your torso, over your abdomen and down until his fingers find that tiny, inflamed mound.

With just the slightest pressure, your knees buckle, and you let out a low cry. Jungkook’s left hand clenches around yours against the wall, and then he begins thrusting with more force. Longer strokes, picking up speed. And now you can feel him hit that elusive spot inside you, and you rock your hips back into him so that they find it together again and again. Jungkook’s finger continues to work a rhythm on your clit, matching the speed of his thrusts, and when you close your eyes, all you can feel is him, all around you, inside and out.

And all you hear is a rushing sound— the blood behind your ears or the flow of water or maybe it’s your heaving breaths, but probably all three — and then nothing at all. You're climbing, climbing, like a rollercoaster car approaching the peak, until all at once you're flying over the edge - you've lost count of how many times you have felt this way tonight - and now your only thought is his name, which you cry, over and over and over.

Jungkook follows seconds after, hips bucking against yours, a now-familiar groan ripping from his throat, reverberating against your neck, where his mouth comes to rest. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You hold onto each other that way until your breathing evens out. JK plants a few soft kisses on your shoulder then steps back and you turn into him, once more savoring the feeling of his heat against you.

He turns you both, as one, so that you're under the flow of water and don't get cold, then he grabs a bar of soap and hands you the loofah with a shy little smile while you both share a chuckle. You both finally manage to bathe somehow in the tiny shower.

He's out first not before giving you a little peck on your lips and handing you a towel to dry off and then one of his oversize shirts to sleep in. After a few minutes when you finally walk back into his bedroom, he's already laying on his bed with the fresh new sheets and he sighs, 'First item on the list for our new place: bigger shower'

You stop your tracks to his bed and look him full in the face; you can see that he didn’t really intend to say that, not exactly. There’s a small, nervous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and he coughs out a tiny laugh, then stammers, 'I--I should probably ask you out on an actual date first as boyfriend-girlfriend now. Before talking about moving in together? I’m sorry; somehow, I keep finding new ways to screw this up. Just can’t seem to get it right' he ends while rubbing his temples.

If it was someone else, you would probably run like a coward feeling that what he said it's too much pressure for something that it's so new and it's just getting started. But somehow you don't feel scared anymore. Not after the amazing last weeks with him and specially not after this unreal past night.

You study him for a minute finding him cute being all nervous and then say, 'I don’t know. Doesn’t sound so wrong to me for the future'.

His eyes dart to yours glimmering and you continue, slowly, 'I mean, are you thinking like a loft, or like a house-house? Because I think something downtown would probably make the most sense for now, but someday down the road, I could see us in a real house with a little garden for Bamie to enjoy and, ooh, maybe a home theater would be cool...'

Jungkook’s face goes full sunrise and fireworks and double-rainbow, and he closes the distance between both, pulling you in for a big smacking kiss. 'I thought I was going to scare you away, you're so fucking amazing'

You shake your head. 'I'm all in for us if you are' you beam back at him, wrapping your arms behind his neck while he nods smiling enchanted with you, thinking how the hell he got this lucky.

Then you put on a serious face again, 'Okay, back to this shower thing, though: one of those stone walk-in porno showers with like 86 showerheads at every possible angle? Or just like a really awesome double soaker tub?'

'Yes. Both of those' He peppers you with kisses. 'Anything. Whatever it is that you want'

'Oh. Well, I already have that' you smile while looking at him straight to his doe sweet eyes that look at you with so much love.

It’s a short list. Everything you could ever want, right here in this five feet-ten inches package that's laying on bed with you. House and giant shower optional.

‘I think I really like her’

You were taking a sip of your gin tonic when you choke after hearing your best friend’s words. Something you weren’t expecting to hear after you asked how’s it going with Irene, the waitress from the cat café that he started to hook up a while ago.

‘You do?’ you didn’t mean to sound so surprised but what you’re hearing is something that you didn’t expect at all coming from your best friend’s mouth.

Jackson had invited you all to his house, this time no special occasion just hanging out in a calm environment without any loud music and rooms stacked of drunk people. You were pouring yourself a drink along with Chris away enough for the guys not to hear your conversation. JK hasn’t showed up yet, he was swamped in work and said he was coming as soon as he finished some designs that he must present tomorrow to his bosses.

‘I think I do’ he says and nudges your shoulder a little bit with his ‘Hey – don’t act that surprised, I’m perfectly capable of having feelings for someone else than my dick’ says Chris chuckling at your surprise face.

‘Of course, you do. I know that!’ you smile sweetly at your best friend while grabbing his hand and squeezing it a little bit. ‘It’s just… It’s been a long time since I heard you saying that you like someone’

‘Yeah…I know’ he says while pausing for a few seconds and sighs ‘Ugh…I didn’t even remember how the hell it was to feel this way about someone, I even get nervous when I’m around her you know?’

‘I get you. But it’s a good kind of nervous tho’ you say giving your best friend a comforting smile. ‘So, do we know how she feels about you?’

‘To be honest we haven’t really talked about that in particular, we have been hooking up nonstop since we met but we also hang out a lot during the week and there’s days where we just get together to grab dinner and talk about how our day went so I’m guessing she might be in the same place as me but she also has been in a pretty similar situation as me, where her asshole ex cheated on her and since then she has been in non-serious relationships’

‘Wow… did you talked with her about your ex?’

Your best friend nods at you and your eyes widen ‘That’s definitely new!’

‘Yeah, I know I’m fucking whipped. You were the only person that knew about my heartless ex. But I swear it’s just so easy to talk to Irene, I feel…safe. Just like when I talk to you’ he says, and you look at him with so much awe.

But then your best friend opens his potty mouth again and ruins the moment saying ‘The only difference is that I get to bang her’ Chris laughs hysterically at your sudden change of features after his last words, you went from giving him the sweetest gaze to glare at him and put a disgust face.

‘You’re disgusting’ smacking his arm while his laugh continues.

To be honest, you haven’t seen him this whipped over a girl in a long time. And you haven’t seen him this happy either. Not that he didn’t look happy before, not at all. But there’s something different of your best friend that makes you realize he’s in a better place now and this girl seems to be taking a huge part of it. It warms your heart because he definitely deserves all the happiness in the world, and you just hope this time he doesn’t get his heart broken like last time.

‘I think you should talk with her about your feelings, from what you’re telling me it sounds like she might be in the same place as you. Maybe she needs some reassurance. Take her on a nice romantic date and see how her reaction is, you’ll know what to do from there’

‘Yeah, I think you’re right. I’ll do that, I’ll take her on a romantic date and see how it goes’

You nod at your friend and engulf him in a tight hug that he quickly reciprocates.

‘You know, I’m happy for you’ you say while keeping your head in his chest.

‘And I’m happy for you too, babe’ he says giving you a little kiss on the top of your head. ‘Now enough of me, how’s it going with the golden maknae?’

‘It’s been amazing so far, he’s amazing. He’s so attentive and so sweet. 2 months in together and I don’t have anything to complain, so that’s good’ you say while chuckling.

Then you get a little bit more serious and say ‘Though, to be honest, he gets so fucking jealous that sometimes I want to punch him a little bit’

‘Jealous from who?’ asks your best friend almost not believing what he’s hearing.

Chris knows that you’re respectful of your partners, you don’t give reasons to be jealous. And he also knows that all the people that you know in Seoul is right here in this house – which are all JK’s friends - plus some people of work that you barely see because you work practically remotely full time. So, who the fuck could JK be jealous of?

‘Of every guy that looks towards my way pretty much’ you say while snickering along with your best friend ‘But there’s one guy that he’s a little bit more serious about and I don’t know why. You know Ethan, right? The guy from the gym’

‘Ethan? The tall blonde guy?’

You nod while taking another sip of your drink.

‘I think I know why he gets serious with Ethan’ says Chris while sighing ‘He’s one of the guys that Lina was screwing while she was with JK too’

That’s definitely news for you. You didn’t know about that. How is it that Lina’s name keeps coming up? It’s tiring to this point. You don’t talk to a lot of people at the gym and of all the people that could talk to you, it had to be the guy that Lina fucked while she was dating your boyfriend? Well… from what your friends have told you, she basically fucked everything that was moving so there’s probably a lot more guys at the gym that also slept with her. Not much of a coincidence.

‘Huh? I don’t understand, he never told me this’

‘Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk about it. But JK knows it that’s for sure. To be fair, Ethan never knew that Lina was seeing Jungkook. Jackson one time talked to him at the gym and asked him if he knew that Lina was dating one of his friends and Ethan looked surprised as fuck and had swear that he didn’t knew, she never told him or any of the other guys. That girl is really a blonde demon.’

‘I mean… I kinda understand now why he doesn’t like Ethan but whatever Lina has done it’s not my fault, I’m not like her. I’m not gonna sleep with anyone else’ you say in a defeating tone while sighing ‘I just feel like he doesn’t trust me completely’

‘Hey – don’t overthink this. I don’t think he doesn’t trust you. JK has been always a jealous guy, maybe with you he is a little bit more jealousy than in his previous relationships, but you can see a mile away that he’s fucking smitten with you’

‘You think so? That he’s smitten?’

Chris laughs and says ‘God, are you kidding me? He is like a puppy when he’s around you. I never saw him being like that with someone’

‘A very hot tattooed puppy’ you say while smiling and imagining his toned physique and gosh… that fucking tattoo sleeve that drives you crazy whenever you see it.

‘Is it possible for you to talk about your boyfriend without thirsting over him?’

‘I don’t think I’m capable of doing that honestly. Not with him at least’

‘You’re unbelievable’

‘Thank you’ you respond winking to your best friend while he rolls his eyes at you.

‘Anyways, did you schedule your weekend trip to Jeju already?’

‘Oh, yes! I almost forgot to tell you. We’ll go next month, these few next weeks are going to be a little bit hectic for both of us, so we already arranged everything to travel when things are calmer which is not until next month’

‘Cool! You’ll see, it’s a paradise. I know you’re going to love Jeju, bestie’ said Chris while you were both walking towards the rest of the group that were hanging out on the living room.

You take your seat again on the sofa between Emma and Aria. They are still talking about the wedding date; it’s already set to be in about 9 months. Emma told you both that she really wanted to have the wedding in spring season since she loves the weather in Seoul when it’s springtime, so the wedding will take place around the end of April.

’You are literally glowing since you started dating Jungkook, you know that?’ said Emma while giving you a little smile and nudging your shoulder with hers.

‘Both of you are glowing honestly, I’ve never seen JK that invested on someone’ adds Aria

‘Yeah, I feel like that too. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before. Though the first stages of relationships tend to be like the honey-moon phase, but I don’t know… it feels different this time around’

‘Yeah, I remember the first months of our relationship; it was all sex and talk, sex and talk and more sex. God, that stage is the best’

Both you and Aria snort at Emma’s words before you talk again ‘You’re engaged to be married and that’s the best stage?’

The three of you laugh hysterically in unison and Emma then clarifies ‘It’s just different. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and planning the wedding has been amazing so far. But I’ve to say, that first stage of the relationship is a special thing’

‘Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s like you can’t keep your hands to each other’ complements Aria.

That’s when you see Jungkook entering the living room along with Jackson, you didn’t even realize that the doorbell had rang since you were invested in the conversation with the girls. As soon as Jungkook sees you, he smiles widely and winks at you while walking towards your way.

‘That’s a fact, I really can’t keep my hands of him. Now if you excuse me girls, I have to say hello to my boyfriend’ you say while getting up quickly and heading towards JK.

The girls giggled while Aria was rooting for you with a ‘Go get him girl’

You put your arms around JK’s neck and give him a sweet peck on his lips. He then leans his forehead against yours.

‘Hi baby, I missed you’

‘Hi, my handsome bunny, I missed you too’

‘You guys seem like you haven’t seen each other in days. When was the last time you saw each other?’ asked a curious Namjoon making you turn your head towards him.

‘Um. We were together this morning’ you respond shily with a little smile on your face after seeing JK’s neck and the mark you left him, reminiscing how steamy today’s breakfast at your kitchen counter was.

Jungkook buries himself deep inside your tight walls, hands tightening roughly around your upper thighs. You moaned against his lips, overwhelmed at how completely full you feel. He seems a little overwhelmed too, stilling once he’s all the way inside you and holding on to your soft upper thighs for dear life.

“Fuck you’re always so tight, baby” He grates out against your cheek, and you feel his cock twitch inside the confines of your pussy.

Your hands come up to cup his face and you kiss him again, lips moving against his as your walls flutter around his cock, pussy dancing with the shadow of your orgasm. He hasn’t even moved yet and you’re already feeling your orgasm coming to you like a wave. Every place he’s touching you buzzes with electricity, your lips, the skin of your thighs, your pussy. You feel delirious from the way he’s making your body sing.

Jungkook kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he starts to rock his hips back and forth. He's so thick you can feel every inch of him moving in and out of your entrance.

The sensation of his cock dragging up and down your oversensitive walls makes your eyes roll back into your head and you moan into his mouth wantonly, sure you’re going to cum again already.

JK growls, pulling back to look in your eyes as he slides out and plunges back inside you. Your eyes flutter closed, and you wrap your legs around his waist. When your eyelids peel open again, he’s watching you intently as he eases his hips back with agonizing slowness.

You miss the fullness of his cock inside you, and unable to wait for him to fill you again, you rock forward, smashing your hips back together. You moan into each other’s mouths as his cock is buried even deeper inside your cunt.

“Jesus Christ, baby” He pants, rocking his hips backwards before sinking into you again, falling into a rhythm that satisfies your infinite need for him. Every time he thrusts inside you, you rock your hips forward to meet him, sucking him deeper and sending hot sparks shooting across your pelvis.

You fall back on your palms just as he fucks up into you and his cock touches something inside that makes your thighs tremble.

“Oh my God, I-I’m gonna cum” You gasp, falling back on your elbows as your spine convulses.

“Wanna feel your tight little cunt cum around my dick,” Jungkook groans, mouthing at the hollow of your throat as he pounds between your legs.

"You're gonna,” you promise as you feel a tightness start to coil inside you, "Jesus Christ, Jungkook, you're gonna."

Your pussy flutters around his cock wildly, spiralling towards your release. He shoves your top up, yanking your bra down and takes your peaked nipple in his mouth.

You moan, arching your back and rocking up into him. JK sucks your nipple deeper into his hot mouth as he thrusts inside you and feels it tighten against his tongue as your walls suddenly clamp down around his dick.

You fall back against the counter as your orgasm rips through you, each of your muscles shaking uncontrollably before turning to liquid.

Above you Jungkook moans against your breast, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His hips stutter between your legs as your pulsing walls milk his dick.

"Oh fuck, fuuuuuck,” He cries as he starts to cum, flooding your insides with heat.

He comes hard, a tremble running through his entire body as he empties his release inside you. His hips stutter to a stop and he collapses on top of you with a grunt.

You stay like that for a moment, crumpled against the kitchen counter, held together by sweat and tangled limbs

‘You’re so beautiful’ he breathlessly says while leaning his sweaty forehead on yours.

‘Not as much as you are’ you respond still panting and placing a few pecks on his lips.

With a shaky breath, Jungkook straightens up, pulling you up with him into a sitting position. You stare at the red love bite on his neck through hazy eyes, moaning softly as he drags his cock out of you.

'Too fucking long if you ask me' said JK without taking his eyes off you and making you come back to Earth. You really need to stop thinking about your dirty memories with him, but you can’t control it. He’s so addictive and you really can’t take your hands off each other, these past weeks you’ve literally had sex from Monday to Sunday – not that you’re complaining, oh no, not at all – but you fear you’ll be turning a nymphomaniac if you keep up with this rhythm.

You probably looked like two idiots right now smiling to each other without registering anyone else in the room.

For you it is so easy to get lost in those beautiful eyes. Jungkook is so fucking attractive in any possible way. There's something in the way he moves, the way he looks at you, the way he holds you as if you were the most fragile thing on Earth. He's alluring and you're hypnotized over him. When you’re with him, you're just like a moth to a flame.

‘Jeez, get a room you two,’ you heard Taehyung complaining by the PDA that you two were offering to your friends.

‘Oh! That’s actually a pretty good idea’ responds Jungkook quickly. He then looks towards Jackson and says ‘Hyung, what room can we use?’

‘Jungkook!!’ you say outraged giving him a little smack on his arm making your friends start laughing at you two.

‘I’m just kidding!’ says JK towards his friends but then he leans in towards you and whispers ‘Not really tho, one word and I swear I’ll take you to the nearest room and make you scream my name until you’re out of voice, baby’

You gasp and not even a word is coming out of your mouth, he’s so shameless sometimes and he always catches you off guard.

He smiles at you, but suddenly you notice his lusty eyes softening while he starts caressing your face and you hum to the warm feeling of his hand on your skin. You somehow see through his eyes that he wants to tell you something but he’s restraining so you softly say ‘What?’ while giving him a little smile.

‘I-it’s just… that I’ll never get tired of seeing how cute you look when you’re flustered, noona’

You were so excited over this weekend. Your first trip with Jungkook as a couple. Even though you were together 24/7, it felt different being away from the busy Seoul and you both needed some time off.

The trip to Jeju on plane was really short. A little bit over an hour and you were already landing on this beautiful island.

As soon as you got to the resort where you’ll be staying for the weekend, you accommodated your belongings on your room – which was insanely beautiful with a balcony right in front of the sea – and you took a cute picture of you and JK with the sea view from the balcony to send it over to your best friend, since after all this was all a gift from him.

Chris bestie: Enjoy it, love birds! You look happy!

We are, thank u bestie, this is beyond beautiful. We’ll surely enjoy it

Chris bestie: Just try not to break the bed, they have my credit card information 😅

I’m not gonna promise anything, but we’ll try. Love u 😘

Chris bestie: 😒

Chris bestie: Love u too babe!

Jungkook’s bunny smile appears when you show him the messages you’ve exchanged with Chris and in a matter of seconds, he’s caging you against the bed mattress ‘I think before heading to the beach we should try if the mattress is comfortable enough’ he says with his lusty gaze on you while tracing his fingers along your thighs. You’re perplexed, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him changing his demeanor in seconds, you’re always surprised of this man’s duality.

And of course, you couldn’t resist. So, you easily compelled to his wishes as always and quickly dishonored your hotel room for quite a long time before changing to your bathing clothes and going to the beach.

“You know, I haven’t seen the sea in almost three years” you explained with a pout that Jungkook simply had had to kiss away. ‘This is so gorgeous’ you say while admiring the sea standing next to the shore.

Two of those three years where fully dedicated to being with your dad as much time as it was possible. That meant no vacations for you or even if you took days off from your work you spent that time right beside your dad. That was the least you could do for him since you weren’t able to take away that awful and unfair illness that was taking his light in a slowly and torturous way.

Jungkook hadn’t seen the sea in some time either, although not as much as you, and it really was gorgeous. Yet, his eyes were easily moved away by the woman standing beside him, you.

‘What are you doing?’ he asks with a frown on his face when he sees you tugging the end of your dress up.

‘Uh, taking my dress off so I can get a little bit of vitamin D in my system’

‘Yeah, no. You’re almost naked, I don’t want anyone to be thirsting over my girlfriend’

You look around and you see you’re basically alone in this beach. Chris had told you that it was one of the most private beaches of Jeju and that’s why he also chose the hotel resort that’s just in front of it.

You snort and roll your eyes at your boyfriend ‘Are you kidding me? We are at a freaking beach and it’s just a bikini Jungkook, I’m not naked. Plus, we are all alone’

He looks around confirming that there’s no one near you.

‘Okay, but just for a bit baby, the sun is hitting quite strong, you’ll might get burn’

‘Yeah, you’re right, it’ll be just 10 minutes’ you say handing him the sunscreen ‘Could you apply sunscreen on my back, cutie?’

He gives you a little smirk and softly turns you around while whispering on your ear ‘Sure, baby’

He takes his time applying the sunscreen on your body, too much time – you think – so you slightly turn your head around and you see he’s staring at your ass while biting his lip piercing and caressing your skin on your shoulders. He obviously already finished applying the sunscreen but he’s salivating at your body, as if he hasn’t been inside you, just half an hour ago.

‘Stop ogling me, we’ve just had sex you beast’

‘I’m down for another round if you want to’

‘You’re unbelievable’ you say giggling at Jungkook’s bunny smile then wrapping your arms around his neck you whisper ‘But I like that idea, maybe when we go back to our room we can have a nice shower time together, baby’

He grabs your ass squeezing it tightly and nudges his nose with yours while saying softly ‘You drive me crazy’

‘Fuck. Stop it Jungkook, you’re such a menace I swear to God’

He laughs and then he pecks you on the lips ‘I’ll take you on a dinner date tonight, there’s a nice restaurant that I found on the internet that supposedly serves amazing pasta, you’ll love it’

‘Yaaaay!’ you say applauding like a little kid. You’re so adorable, he thinks.

‘Now come on, let’s go into the water baby’

He takes off his shirt and now you’re the one salivating. He catches you right on action and while he grabs your hand heading to the sea says, ‘Now who’s the one drooling?’

You’re at the restaurant that JK had chosen. It’s beautiful, all wood interior with stone walls that gives such a warm rustic atmosphere, and the highlight is that it’s placed on a second floor right in front of the sea with the most amazing view of the island and not too far from the resort where you’re staying at.

‘This are, so far, the best short vacation I’ve ever had’ you say while Jungkook smiles brightly at you.

‘Let’s do something like this more often, noona’

Your smile widens. ‘Coming back here?’

When Jungkook shakes his head, though, your smile drops and a small pout appears, making Jungkook laugh at your childish – but always adorable - behavior. ‘Let’s go somewhere else’ he says.

‘I thought you weren’t much of a fan of traveling’

Jungkook’s right hand reaches out to touch your left one, holding it gently on the table while a small smile reappears on his handsome face, making you turn red in an instant. ‘I’m not but I really want to wander with you and make memories, not just here, but somewhere else so we’ll have plenty stories to tell our kids someday’

You swear your heart skips some beats when Jungkook says the words ‘our kids’, and your cheeks once again turn red in a second while your mind wanders to the future where you could picture you two together with little toddlers running around you.

But then again, you aren’t really sure if JK really means what he just said because it’s the first time he says something about having kids, you haven’t discussed a lot about your future yet. It’s not like you don’t want to talk about it or never think about it, but it’s because you don’t want to force off to take your relationship further. You just don’t want to rush things with him, it’s okay to take your time and let things flow naturally.

With those thoughts running through your mind, you couldn’t even produce a word to utter so you just opt to grip Jungkook’s hand tighter, signaling him that you like the idea of you traveling together.

Five minutes later, when you’re both giggling at the silly, weird jokes Jungkook throws at you – which you’re pretty sure he learnt from Jin-, the waiter comes with your meals.

It’s definitely a good evening where you could witness with your own eyes how the sun is starting to go to sleep, yawning away and hiding herself from you slowly yet carefully. The golden light is starting to illuminate the beach below you, and all you could see is the monochromatic colors, something so amazingly beautiful. The sky above you turn into three different colors—rich hued of pink, purple, and yellow.

You eat in silence, but sometimes you utter some words that describe how tasteful your pasta is, and you make a mental note to plan to take Jungkook to some nice restaurant of your choice in your next getaway just like what he did tonight. In ten minutes, you’ve emptied your plates and wiped clean your mouths, smiling from ear to ear. This night felt so special, and you knew it was going to be even more special when JK suggested to have walk by the beach back to the resort under the stars.

The sound of the waves echoed quietly in the darkness of the evening. Fine grains of sand mixed with the waves at your feet and flowed as if you were melting to the seawater. The moonlight was dazzling tonight, and the breeze was mild and warm. The moderate temperature of the tropical summer night air felt good against your both short-sleeved skin.

“Wow, this is amazing” you exclaimed in amazement, stepping closer to the cove as the calm sea surface in front of you reflected the glow of the moon rising into the deep indigo night sky. A wide streak of light stretched from the edge of the waves to the ocean beyond. ‘It really is, just like you baby’ says Jungkook earning a giggle from you.

You are still struck admiring how gorgeous the landscape is when you take a seat over the sand and say ‘Lie down here, Kook. Your neck will hurt if you keep staring at the sky like that’

He quickly follows you sitting right beside you.

‘Look!’

Jungkook turns around to see you pointing at the sky with a mesmerizing stare. Above, the sky is like a black colored blanket—a swirl galaxy of brilliant sparkling stars. Jungkook unconsciously smiles upon seeing that.

You lie next to each other, almost no space between you two and when JK opens his arm to hug your figure, you easily rest your head in his strong arm where you feel safe.

‘When I go sky gazing like this, it seems like the time slows down and everything is in slow-paced’ you say, eyes still staring at the sky above. ‘It's calming’

‘It's good to have an escape from the busy world’ Jungkook says in a whisper.

You nod at that, and when you see the sparkling stars in the east, you continue your rambling. ‘I wonder if many people notice how pretty the night sky is today. It's dark up there but something about it feels calming and terrific at once. I don't know how to put it into words, though, but it feels like when you look at those stars, they look back at you and see right through your eyes into your soul’

Sometimes Jungkook is amazed at how you are so good with expressing what you’re thinking, and how beautiful your words are even though sometimes they come in jumbled sentences.

‘I think the night sky is so much like you, though’ you continue to speak, and even when he tilts your head to look at you, you don't move your gaze from the sky above you. ‘It's awesome and brave but it also looks soft and serene. Its tranquility brings so much joy to many, and its splendor makes you braver and bolder to live. Just like what you always do...’

You then shift your gaze to Jungkook who now looks at you like he's touched by your words. His eyes become softer as if he's telling you how he loves hearing those words coming from your own lips.

‘...to me’

You seal your words with a soft kiss, something innocent-like and you could feel that Jungkook is smiling in your kiss.

You continue to sky gazing, not minding what time it is now because you feel like you have forever to stay there. Suddenly, you have this sort of feeling that you’ve already had in the past a few times and say ‘I feel like my dad is watching over us’

Jungkook turns to you with a little smile and squeezes tightly your hand. ‘I’m sure your dad is watching over you, baby’

‘You know, I talk to him from time to time’ you confess while you study JK’s face, he just looks at you with the same sweet doe eyes as always, but you feel the need to clarify ‘I’m not crazy I promise but I do feel his presence a lot and it makes me feel better every time I talk to him’

‘I don’t think you’re crazy at all’ he says while grabbing your chin and giving you a little peck on your lips ‘You should talk to him now then, if you feel comfortable talking to him in front of me’

You smile at his sweetness and say ‘Of course I feel comfortable, Kook’

He smiles back at you and softly says ‘Go on then, baby’ while turning his head again to the stars in the sky.

‘Hi dad’ you take a second and go on ‘I haven’t talked to you in a while. I miss you so much’

Jungkook’s heart ached for you. The tone in your voice just showed how much you meant every one of your words. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand while you continued to talk to your father.

‘I have a lot to tell you. Remember that sweet doe eyes guy called Jungkook that I talked to you about last time?’

Jungkook eyes started to feel watery coming to notice that you’ve talked about him to your dad. His heart now starts to feel warmer while he keeps silent hearing attentively your sweet voice, you’re just a dream to him.

‘Well, he’s my boyfriend now. I’m sure you would have loved him if you had the chance to meet him. He’s amazing, he takes such a good care of me, and he makes me so happy that I feel like my heart is about to explode. And…’ you pause for a second thinking about what you’re about to say, it’s huge for you but it feels right, it feels natural, and you can’t keep it to yourself anymore, so you brave yourself and continue confessing ‘I’ve come to realize that… I love him’

You turn your head towards JK, his eyes were already full of tears. He couldn’t believe that you were saying that you love him for the first time. He had been feeling the same way for a long time, but every time he was about to tell you those three words, he would chicken out afraid that you wouldn’t be able to reciprocate his feelings and now here you are, telling him in the most beautiful way that you love him.

‘I love you Jungkook, I really do’ you say while some tears start falling from your eyes too. ‘I don’t know what I did in my previous life to deserve someone like you by my side. I’m just so fucking happy when I’m with you and I want you to know that I love you with every fiber of my being’

Jungkook felt like his heart was exploding in happiness. He cupped your face while you both had tears coming down your face and made you look him straight to his beautiful eyes. ‘I love you too, Y/N. So-fucking-much’

‘You’re a dream come true and falling in love with you has made me the happiest guy in the world. I love you; I love that you have such a kind heart, I love every part of you, and I swear I’ll do everything that I possibly can to make you happy always’

At this point you were both a mess, tears were falling non-stop from your eyes. You crush your lips together in a passionate kiss for a solid minute and suddenly JK stops it making you furrow your eyebrows when he looks up to the stars while saying ‘Sorry Sir for cursing out earlier. I just love your daughter a lot and I’ll take good care of her, I promise’

You snicker and he replicates you then going for another sweet kiss.

After a few more minutes, you start to feel the air a little bit chilly and JK noticing the goosebumps on your skin, suggested that it was time to go back to your hotel room which you complied, and you both happily returned together hand in hand.

As soon as you entered your room you couldn’t stop touching each other, kissing as if your life depended on it and Jungkook made sure to take you directly next to the bed.

He is so romantic, such a dream come true. All in all, in every aspect. While dominant, he will always make sure your pleasure comes first. He will tease you until you writhe and moan for more. He will not focus on himself until you are begging, your mind breaking, your mouth open for what feels like an eternity, calling his name with sweet coos. He will always give you what you want; what you need so desperately, without question. While your walls clench around him, begging for his own release, only then will he give in.

That is what being with Jeon Jungkook is like. Much like an oncoming storm, where you feel calm and collected until you see the clouds threaten you with rain. You know what is coming, every time, but you are still taken by surprise.

He starts with lavishing you with kisses, starting from your jawline, inching toward your ear to give it a slight nibble. The pressure from his teeth, the sound of his breath enhanced, and the need for him to keep going eggs him on. He continues placing soft kisses down your neck until he gently nips at the flesh, sucking slightly to create patches of purple to mark you.

You are his, after all. While he is eliciting the gentlest of noises from your mouth, you tousle his hair in your hands; an action to tell him to keep going. You can feel as he smiles against your skin at the crook of your neck, where you feel him lick and suck at the flesh.

To his dismay, you are both still clothed. He looks at you for your consent, bright brown eyes lidded with lust, as he begins to unbutton your shirt. You nod, gently squeezing at his scalp. He plants more kisses on the newly exposed skin, as his hand makes quick justice to release your clothed skin to him. You are so beautiful to him, a person to be loved and appreciated. The way you look at him with anticipation of his next step; the way your eyes glimmer with hope when he makes you feel good. He could paint many pictures with the mental images he stored ensuring that you are taken care of.

He finally unbuttons the rest of your shirt, taking it off of you to see the beauty of your curves. He still needs to address your bra, but that can wait for now while he worships the rest of your exposed torso with his marks and kisses. He wants you to know that you deserve proper lovemaking, not just a quick fuck.

Marks peppering your torso to prove that you are his. Knowing that while he has never allowed himself to know this kind of love before – real love he would call it -, that he has accepted his defeat of the heart when it comes to you. He looks at you as he plants one last kiss above the button on your trousers, keeping them on for now as he wants to lavish the still exposed parts of you slowly. He does not want this to end, knowing that each day could be the last. He wants to give you everything and more.

He places you on his lap, still clothed and extremely hard. His bulge strains his pants, urging for release, but not giving in. The focus is entirely on you and your needs. He can wait.

He takes his time, slowly unclasping the white lace bra you have on, and peeling it off of your now glistening skin.

The full moon accentuating your breasts as the light peaks into the room. He takes no time placing the right bud on your breast into his mouth, gently nipping and sucking, while using his fingers to pinch the left bud.

The sweet sounds you make, the mewling, the way you writhe in his lap at his every touch swells him with pride in knowing that only he can make those beautiful noises come out of you.

He looks up at you, wanting to not miss how you slightly open your mouth with hooded eyes staring down at him. He had not noticed when you took your hands off of his head to bring your hands to his knees, which helps support you.

His hands then travelled past your waist, onto your trousers, gently using a finger to trace along where your skin meets the material. He continues sucking and nibbling at your breasts, wanting to make sure that you feel pleasure the entire time he is with you. A finger would eventually find the trousers button, pulling at it swiftly to pop them open.

Strong hands begin to pull down your pants, urging you to change positions, as it is impossible to take them off while sitting in his lap.

You hold onto his neck like clockwork; knowing what his every whim and want is. He lifts you, legs still wrapped around him, until he places you onto the bed like a porcelain doll. Your hair splayed out, a slight blush on your cheeks, your chest falling up and down. You watch as he takes your trousers off, peeling them from your skin, while keeping the white laced panties covering your sex.

He gently traces his finger along your inner thigh, while placing kisses above your panties. He continues kissing along the white fabric, slowly heading toward the covered bundle of nerves.

He mentally notes how soaked you are from just his tender touches, this time not wanting any vulgar comments to change the mood. He gently places both hands to keep your legs spread, as he kneels in front of the clothed flesh.

You would feel as he gently laps at the panties that houses your burning desire. You want more, need more, but he refuses to give in just yet. He traces along your clothed folds with his index finger, watching how your hips buck ever so slightly to his touch. He knows the power he has over you, which makes him chuckle to himself. He wants you to feel every ounce of pleasure, and that means taking it slow.

The gamble of teasing, as he likes to call it, where you will either hate him or love him for it. So far, it looks like you are loving it, which means his gamble paid off. His devotion to make sure you feel every touch, every lick, every pulse - has paid off.

He comes back up to your face, kissing your lips feverishly. Both of you melt into the moment, as your legs wrap around him to keep him close.

Your hands are back in his hair, kneading at the scalp as you hungrily desire more. His tongue begs for entry at your lips, to which you oblige, giving him access to meet your tongue. His finger would start drawing circles around clothed clit, not wanting you to have the full exposure to pleasure just yet. You claw at his back, demanding more stimulation from him, still not backing down from the clashing of tongues.

You feel his finger stop all motion, lifting his hand away from your clothed sex. You feel the pull of your panties, helping to guide them off your ass, while slowly feeling him peel them off your sex and fabric glide down your legs. You are fully exposed to him, legs kept open with his hands on the inside of your thighs.

He breaks away from the kiss, fully knowing that he is finally going to give you what you desire at this moment. He places strings of kisses down your neck, your torso, all the way to that sensitive bundle of nerves that you want him to touch. The kiss sends electricity through your body, as he begins to suck and lap against your clit. He holds your legs in place as he feels you twitch and writhe at his every touch. He nips gently at the bud, urging you to feel more and more sensation.

He leaves one hand on one of your thighs, and you begin to feel his index finger slide up and down your entrance. He enjoys knowing how wet he makes you; gathering your slick so he can make you feel more. You feel him stick his index finger against your entrance, pushing past any clenching of your walls, and proceeds to utilize movements in a come-hither motion against your sweet spot.

You cannot help but moan, the tension from his tongue, the sucking, and the way he presses his finger into you creating more and more build up. You can feel as he smiles against your clit; his sense of pride swelling, knowing he can turn you into a moaning mess with just his mouth and finger. He can feel how your walls tense more and hear your sweet sounds becoming hastier.

‘You're doing so good for me, baby. Cum for me, cum on my fingers baby’ He coos, then continues sucking and lapping at the most sensitive part of you. His encouragement gives you the final push you need for your release.

You begin moaning his name as you thrash under his unrelenting touches. He continues his movements while you tug at his hair, your body on fire for what feels like an eternity.

Finally, he slows his own movements and allows you to recuperate, coming down from the high and letting your breathing settle. He brings his body up and kisses you, giving you a taste of your own nectar. You look up at him, knowing that you want him to feel good, too.

His bulge strains his pants still, ready to break free and feel your warmth. You begin unbuttoning his shirt, while he continues sloppily kissing your mouth. You gently use your index finger to touch every muscle, feeling how they tense from your movements. He takes off his now unbuttoned shirt, the moonlight highlighting every muscle.

He truly is a handsome man, he takes your breath away every single time, it almost feels like your eyes are not able to assimilate how perfectly gorgeous your boyfriend is.

You break away from the kiss and stare up at him. You want him to feel good, and you buck your hips so that his bulge finds friction against your folds. He lets out a strangled moan from the clearly torturous action. You bite your lip, still staring at him with hunger, and unbutton his trousers. He takes the hint, as you watch him stand up to take off his trousers and boxers to reveal his swollen member. He shows you how you have made him feel by gathering the pre-cum from his pink tip and using it to lubricate his painfully slow motions on his cock.

You swiftly move so that your head is in the direction of his cock. You want him to feel good from your own movements, just like he did to you. You look up at him, as he removes his hand, and you begin to take his swollen member all the way into your mouth. You suck, hollowing your cheeks, back and forth. You feel as he places his hand on your head, gently tugging your hair, but giving you full reign. He watches as his cock enters almost fully to your mouth, how your spit lubricates and enhances the feeling. He rolls his head back, moaning out your name, as you softly tease his cock with your tongue. He wants you badly, he wants to lavish you in pleasure, he wants you moaning only his name while he gives you your release.

With a subtle pop, he pushes you back onto the bed. You know from the look in his eyes that he wants to be in charge; not just for his own release, but for you to orgasm again. Jungkook, always such a gentleman, finding a way to make his own pleasure yours. He pushes your legs around his hips, giving him ample access to your slick entrance. He knows there is no need for lubricant, as he pushes his cock up and down your slit.

'God, you're so wet for me, baby' his eyes filled with lust and hunger, 'Only I can make you feel this way. Isn't that right, noona?' He kisses your neck, slightly sucking on the flesh to mark you again.

'Yes, Kook! Only you can make me feel this way' You keep feeling him tease your entrance, keeping you on your toes on if he will enter you or not. You look up at him with pleading eyes, twitching every time his cock finds the entry to your cunt, only to feel it vacate again.

'Beg for me, baby' The smirk on Jungkook's face said it all, knowing that he loves making you so needy for him.

'B-baby, please… You know I need you, that only you can make me feel so good! Please, Kook, please fuck me! Make me feel good!' In one fell swoop, you feel his cock enter you to the hilt, filling you up entirely.

You gasp at the sensation, never wanting it to go away. He pushes his head back slightly at the feeling of your warmth, giving you a moment to adjust to the feeling. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, which gives him the okay to start moving.

His actions are slow but with the intent to build up your desire, wanting you to writhe and scream his name as he gets closer to his release. He continues kissing you, tongues finding one another once again. He uses his index finger and thumb to tweak and tug one of your nipples as he hardens his thrusts to the sounds of your exquisite sounds. You moan fervently against his lips, unable to contain them.

He takes this as an opportunity to place more marks on your neck, the feeling making you even louder than before. He grunts against your ear, sending shockwaves down your entire body. You knew you were not going to last much longer with Jungkook paying so much attention to your needy body.

He stops tweaking your nipple and brings his index finger down to your clit. He knows how good it makes you feel when he is deep inside, thrusting intensely, while your sensitive bud gets some well-deserved attention. He watches your face contort, how your head falls back slightly and the way your eyes roll back as he quickens his thrusts. This is the image he wants kept in his mind forever, the sounds he wants played in his head forever; you are entirely his.

His grunts quicken as he gets closer to his release; he wants you to be first, though. He sucks on your earlobe and begins to tell you how beautiful you are on his cock, how you take him so well, how you sound so gorgeous to him with your needy moans. You were getting closer to your release, knowing you will not last much longer with his thrusts deepening, the circling on your clit, and his words egging you on. You can feel your muscles clench more and more, and your walls begin to tighten more. You were close, and he knew it.

‘Baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock and squeeze me dry. Let me give you all of me’ His voice began to waver, holding back his release. That was all the permission you needed, as you felt your entire body tense, your pleasure rising through your spine all the way to your clenching, wet pussy. His fingers still tracing circles gently against your clit, making you writhe and scream. He quickens the pace, enjoying the feeling of you so desperate around his cock, feeling your walls willing him to cum.

‘Baby, I'm going to c-cum… where do you want me, noona?’

‘Inside, baby, inside. Cum inside me Kook, make me yours!’ You scream out, still highly sensitive from your orgasm, still writhing from Jungkook's actions. The invitation sent him over the edge, as if he has never been allowed to cum in you before. There's something about you ordering him to cum inside you that always turned him on like nothing before, sending a fire through his entire body.

He felt your walls milk every pulse of his swollen member, his cum threatening to overflow. He moaned your name, telling you how much he loved you, telling you how much he needs you.

At the end of his high, he collapsed onto your glowing body. Both of you spent, not wanting to move, while he was still inside.

After a moment to catch your breath, you gently placed a kiss on his forehead. You wanted this moment to last forever, seeing him so peaceful, his brown eyes looking at you with devotion. He kisses your nose and begins the process of worshipping your body with gentle touches and kisses.

He then takes the time to grab a clean rag that was on his bedside table, quickly using it to grab any cum that may seep out of you. He took his time, cleaning your sensitive area, while peppering kisses on your thigh and stomach. You just laid back, relaxed, and occasionally placed the palm of your hand on his cheek with adoration.

‘Would you care for a bath, baby? You deserve it. You won’t need to do a thing; I saw there’s a bag of lavender and chamomile for bathing. Only if you want to, of course’

You looked up at Jungkook and smiled, gently nodding your head. He left the room to get ready the bath, the distinct noise of running water from the tap vibrating through the room. You felt yourself smiling, knowing how devoted and loving he is. You heard the water stop running, some rustling around, and he came into the room. He gently pulled you to him, lifting you up bridal style, as you placed your arms around his neck. You trusted this man with your life, both on and off the field.

You felt the water slowly submerge your body as you were placed into the tub. The smell of chamomile and lavender enhancing the feeling of love and devotion. You looked up at Jungkook, watching as he took soap into the cloth on his hand, lathering it up, and using the utmost care to clean you. You hummed, the feeling of sweat and sex coming off of your body. Once he cleaned your body, you allowed yourself to give him room in the tub.

‘Come join me, cutie. You deserve some aftercare, too’ You smiled, taking the soap filled rag from his hands. He slowly stepped into the tub, allowing himself to sit and submerge himself on the opposite end of you. You took to gently washing his body, your touch making him recognize how truly lucky he is.

Once you were both clean, he hopped out and grabbed a set of matching towels. He placed one along his waist and offered his hand to you so that you could stand. Once standing, he wrapped the towel around your body, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into an embrace.

He kissed every mark he left on your neck gently, holding you tightly, almost as though you were at risk of running if he let you go. He then took the time to dry your body off, urging the towel you had on off. After he carefully dried you off, he did the same to himself quickly. He then placed your hand in his and led you back to the bed, taking the blankets off so you both could enter the sleeping world.

You both got onto your respective sides and faced each other. You caressed his face and he melted into your touch, as he held your wrist with his hand. You smiled sweetly at him, both of you wishing that you could live life in this moment forever.

‘I love you, baby’ He was gentle, voice barely over a whisper. His eyes glimmered, heart full of happiness.

‘I love you, too, bunny’ You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep, knowing that the man in front of you made you feel loved and safe.

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emeritus-fuckers · 11 months

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“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

With special dedication to @copias-fluffy-asscheeks.

CW: 18+ content, this is honestly very self-indulgent. nihil and reader have a big age gap (reader is regarded as young). dick sucking. bit of masturbation (reader). vagina fingering. dick riding. very slight dacryphilia if you squint. nihil is a fucking simp but it's okay because i'm a simp too. reader has a big tattoo. reader is wearing a skirt, i dunno if that's a warning but just in case. bad seven inches of satanic panic jokes, puns and references. i am very bad writing actual smut. this is porn equivalent of slow burn, i swear. this took way more time and effort than it should.

Taglist: @firefirevampire @ouijaboardemo @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess

You relaxed against Nihil's chest, watching his fingers press buttons on his typing machine, text appearing letter by letter. You didn't pay any mind to what words he was forming, you enjoyed the sounds surrounding you. His slow, steady heartbeat on one side and the incredibly satysfying clicking of the machine as he worked. It was soothing, yes, but also incredibly boring. You wanted his attention to be on you, not the boring paperwork he had to do for his ex.

Were you jealous of Sister Imperator? Maybe a little bit. Although Nihil assured you many times that you were now the only one for him, he did spend half a century pining for her. And sometime it would get in your head, making you wonder if the few months you two shared together could, in any way, compare to the years with her.

It was, in a way, your insecurities that made you do something a bit over a month ago. Something that you wanted to show him tonight. You were originally going to wait until he was done working, but you craved his attention. You wanted his eyes on you, not the paper. You wanted his fingers on your skin, maybe inside you, just as long as they touched you and not the machine.

"Papa...?" you called out quietly and he looked down at you, his eyes softening as a loving smile took over his lips. He'd always look at you like this, like a child looking at the most adorable little pet. He just loved you so much, even seeing you was enough to make his heart melt.

"What's on your mind, my dear?" He asked, his hands leaving the typing machine to wrap around your waist, one of his thumbs stroking your hip as he leaned in closer to you. Nihil was a tall man, almost 190 centimiters tall, so he towered over most people, especially when he stood straight (which he rarely did, his posture became a bit more hunched over the years). And since you were curled up on his lap, you seemed really small compared to him, something he found absolutely adorable.

One of his hands moved to stroke your cheek. He could hear the love songs play in the back of his mind when he saw you. He wanted to take out his saxophone to play for you or sing to you. Anything to see you smile or hear you make the smallest noise for him. In his eyes, you could never to anything wrong. You could murder the whole world's population, and this man would still look at you like at the most perfect of beings.

"You've been working for so long now..." You pouted playfully, slowly dragging your finger from his collar and down his chest, stopping around his belly button before you moved around in his lap a bit so you could whisper directly to his ear. "Can't you please take a small break with me? I wanna show you something."

You got off his lap, giggling a bit at his disappointed expression when he could no longer feel you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to give him a kiss on the cheek before carefully helping him stand up. Once he stood, you sat down on the edge of his desk and began to slowly lift up your skirt, uncovering the colorful ink that covered the skin of your outer thigh.

Papa Nihil's brows slowly raised like your skirt did. And so did the corners of his mouth as he smiled widely, realizing what the picture on your skin was. And oh, how honored he was to see it! How delighted!

By the time the cover album of Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic you got tattooed on your thigh was uncovered, his hand was already on your knee and slowly moving up, with your permission of course. He hesitated a bit before his fingertips got to the ink, but when you gave him a small nod, he gently graced the lines on colorful ink, his mind running wild with adoration and just a few little perverted fantasies.

He wanted to fuck you right here, right now. On his desk, right on top of his paperwork.

He wanted to hold onto your body so hard his fingers would leave bruises on your skin so they'd match your tattoo.

He wanted to...

"Papa?" You calling out to him got his mind to abandon his imaginations and focus on the real deal in front of him again. He didn't realize when his hand made its way to your ass, but he didn't mind. And neither did you, considering your little smile when he squeezed your butt and pulled you just a bit closer so you'd feel his own Seven Inches of Satanic Panic through his papal robes.

"What's on your mind, my darling?" He asked, clearly excited to feel you up a little. He loved the way your plush body felt under his hands, how soft you were to the touch.

"Do you like it?" You asked with a cute little innocent pout, looking up at him in the oh so adorable way that he adored so much. He could just look at you for hours, for days even. If he were to die right here, right now, right on this spot, he would die a happy man because you would be the last view before his death.

"I love it, my sweet." He assured happily, his hands gripping your cheeks to pull you into a sweet kiss, his hand soon enough leaving your face so he could once again touch the masterpiece on the canvas that was your soft skin.

He slowly moved his kisses to the corner of your lips, then your chin, jaw and then neck. And then he started pulling on the collar of your shirt, very clearly informing you that he needed more of you. And you were always ready to give him more. To give him everything you had to offer.

And so you slowly moved away, holding his hand and pulling him to the bedroom, the sound of your steps accompanied only by the quiet squeaking on the wheels of his oxygen tank. The entire time, his gaze kept going back to your thigh as the material of your skirt moved with each of your steps, a bit of colortful ink showing.

Finally, you reached your goal he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you slowly kneeling between his legs, giggling quietly as you hid your head under his robes and moved his pants and underwear down his legs.

His hand found the back of your head even through his robes, which he was frantically trying to take off. He liked how playful you were, but he also enjoyed watching you choke on his own Seven Inches of Satanic Panic.

There was just something so special, so beautiful about seeing you go down on him.

Just like Holy Mary.

He needed a hit from his oxygen machine when he first felt your hot, wet mouth around his cock. He hoped you'd start sucking right away, but you were young and you loved to tease the old man you managed to date. So of course you moved your head back slowly. You knew exactly where the vein on the underside of his cock was and you traced it with the tip of your tounge pressed tightly against it as you moved back, stopping when only his tip was left tightly held between your lips as you gently sucked him like a sweet little lollipop.

He whined softly, and you knew that whine well. You decided to show him mercy this once and got your mouth off his dick for a little bit and helped him remove his mitre and then his robes. He could take them off himself, yes, but he was old and it would take time. And neither of you wanted to waste it. No, no, time was definitely too precious for him.

He pulled you into another kiss, one much to heated and passionate for a man his age, yet he seemed completely unbothered by how fast and rough it was. Only at first, of course. Once you both broke the kiss, he needed his oxygen tank again. You let him get his breathing back to normal, giving a few soft kisses to his collar bone. You knew he would relax if you did that.

His free hand stroked your hair, giving you a subtle sign to get on your knees again. And you did, kneeling in front of him and looking up at the man as he put the mask away for a bit to observe you with a small, love-struck smile. It was endearing, the way he looked at you. It didn't matter if you were completely ruined and exhausted after riding his dick, he would always look at you like a child your look at a Christmas tree. Completely in love, his heart going crazy with adoration for you.

Anyone else would hear wedding bells, maybe even choirs of angels. Nihil didn't hear those. Well, maybe he heard the bells, but they were quiet and in the background. Instead, seeing you like this, kissing the tip of his cock, made him hear all your love confessions to him. All your pretty moans. They created their own symphony in his ears. A symphony that would soon enough be replaced by a different song, one that you'd sing while riding him. And while he took great pride in his own songs, he knew damn well they could never go against your sweet tunes.

Nihil's grip on your hair tightened as you gave him a long, playful lick, all the way from his balls to the tip, which you took in your mouth again, teasing it with your tongue. You could already taste a few drops of his salty precum, making you hum quietly. You couldn't help yourself, you were too wet and too horny not to touch yourself through your underwear. You knew he didn't mind, he could always encourage you to please yourself while pleasing him.

His fingers moved against your scalp as you slowly made your way to deepthroat him. Nihil was big, he knew he was. There was a reason the seven inches between his legs often made girls experience some (satanic) panic back when he was younger and much more sexually active.

He remembered your first time together, how he needed to hold your hips and slowly help you lower yourself until you took him all the way inside. He remembered wiping away your precious tears as you took your time getting used to the painful yet pleasurable stretch your poor pussy had to endure. You would still need time, of course, but not as much as the first time.

You let out a choked whimper, bringing him back from his memories to look at you, a few stray tears running down your cheeks. He gently stroked your cheek, observing you choke on his cock oh so prettily.

"You're doing really well darling. You're making Papa very happy..." he said quietly as you briefly looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes so adorably tearful. He loved how you looked with him inside your mouth. Your saliva dripping from your lips, accompanied by the lewd sucking noises. You didn't bob your head, he didn't like that. He used to when he was younger, but right now he was a man in his early 100s, his tastes and preferences have mellowed down by now. He was fully content with you just gently sucking while you kept him in his mouth.

He leaned back a bit, supporting himself with his free arm, his other hand still in your hair. He relaxed completely, enjoying the feeling of your mouth around his cock and the cute noises you made as you slowly moved your fingers inside yourself. You didn't intend to make yourself cum, no, you just needed a bit of stimulation, considering how wet you already were.

His hand pulled on your hair harder, making you whimper against his cock, the vibrations of your throat giving him a new wave of pleasure. He bucked his hips, making you gag a bit, but you knew exactly what that meant. He wouldn't do that unless he was close. Really close. So close in fact, he was losing control. So you weren't mad, you just accepted it, letting him make a few frantic thrusts into your mouth before his watery semen spilled into your mouth. You swallowed some of it, but quickly stood up and handed him the mask of his oxygen tank, holding it against his face until he took a few deep breaths. You gave him a few minutes before he was ready to hold it himself.

"Are you okay?" You asked, gently holding his cheeks and looking into his eyes to make sure he was fine. You knew how much an orgasm would take out of him. It took good fifteen minutes before his breathing was fine again and he was looking at you with the same lovestruck smile he always had when he saw your adorable face. This could mean that either everything was fine or that you've completely lost him. "Talk to me, Papa. Do you wanna stop now? Do you need to rest?"

He took one more big breath before putting the mask away and pulling you into a kiss. A short one, not as passionate as before, since he was still getting himself together. A sweet, brief kiss he used to thank you for how good you made him feel. He didn't mind the taste his seed left in your mouth, he was too old and too in love with you to care. In a way, he was honored to taste himself on your tounge. To know you had no shame in using your young mouth to please an old man like him.

Nihil pulled you into his lap, his arms (surprisingly buff for his age, it was clear he used to work out when he was younger) wrapping around you again. One of his hands moved your skirt up again, stroking the tattoo. It was gorgeous, a beautiful way for you to show you were his. A sweet way for him to claim you.

"Let me please you now, okay sweetheart? Let Papa please you." He whispered needily. He wasn't asking to please you, he was demanding. And who were you to deny him that? You couldn't do that to him, not when he needed it so much. So you whispered out an 'okay' before you got off his lap.

The elderly satanic pope moved back to rest against the headboard of the bed. You rearranged the pillows for him, making sure they would seperate him from the hard wood so he wouldn't get hurt. And once you were sure everything was okay (the pillows arranged properly, his oxygen tank close to you both so he could use him as soon as needed), you moved back to his lap, letting him take his time undressing you. This time there was no rush, no need to hurry this time.

He lazily kissed your neck. At this point he didn't care about how smudged facepaint was getting, he just wanted you now. His hands were shaking as he undressed you. Nihil didn't bite, not at his age. But he adored marking you with the black and white paint and dark red and purple hickeys all over your neck.

You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands explored your body, even though they already knew it so well. His fingers slowly moved down your chest, giving a playful pinch to one of your nipples, saving the cute little mewl you let out in his memory.

While he knew you'd take him to your mouth at your own pace, he also knew just how eager you were please him and start jumping on his cock, even if it hurt. Honestly, he once considered if perhaps you were a bit masochistic with just how eager you were to take the painful stretch of his cock inside you. And while Nihil absolutely loved that tendency, he didn't like seeing you cry unless you cried tears of pleasure. Which is why he'd always take charge when it came to you riding him. Just to make sure those were happy tears. After all, you both knew there would be tears.

And so his fingers moved down to your clit and slowly coating them in your juices before he allowed himself to shove his fingers inside you. Oddly enough, his hands weren't shaking anymore, as if the sexual motions completely fixed his health, giving back some of the youthful vigor he thought he's lost over the years. And yet here it was, back in him. Not all of it, of course. But just enough to make you feel good. Really good.

You were really eager to take him inside, he knew. He knew damn well. But he wanted you to relax. To make sure you'd reach your peak more than once. And he had long, skilled fingers.

He knew exactly how to tickle you internally.

And tickle you internally he did. It had no reason to feel that good, after all it was just his fingers. But Papa Nihil knew what he was doing. And he's proven it to you many times. He knew exactly how tu use his fingers. Where to move them, where to gently rub your walls, where and just how hard to press his fingertips against your walls... With just two fingers, this man made you squirm and whimper on top of him. All the noises and expressions you made... they warmed his old heart. He would remember and cherish all of it.

While he rarely masturbated, he fantasized about you all the time. If only you'd seen just how much he adored you, how he'd zone out like a teenager with a crush, all other thoughts completely absent as his brain replayed the beautiful movie that was your relationship, all the scenes with the most gorgeous actress - you.

He's randomly sit down somewhere and just remember your smiles, your little giggles. Your moans and whimpers. The expression of utter delight you'd have everytime you came, no matter if on his hand or his cock. How you'd throw your head back. He loved it all, he memorized it all.

And he'll remember this time, too. He's remember how you clinged to him,hiding your face in his shoulder, so adorably embarrassed with how loud you were despite being pleased only by his fingers. It was so cute that you'd hide your face, your blush, everytime. He loved that about you. Was it because you were so young and barely experienced? He was your what, second? Maybe third sexual partner? And not to mention the previous ones were nowhere near as good as he was. He did have more than eighty years of experience, after all.

You could feel his experience right now. And he could see you feeling his experience with how much you squirme With how many times you whimpered out his title, begging for more. And then, eventually, with how you came all over his hand with a small whine.

He patted your back with the hand that you didn't cover in cum as you whined softly into his shoulder. You were clearly upset with how easily he got to make you finish. You hated how it took him no effort to push you over the edge of pleasure. And he wasn't even malicious about it, no. He was still like a really old lovestruck puppy. An oddly cute old lovestruck puppy.

However, what's most important is that while he pleased you with his fingers, his cock got hard again.

And in your post-orgasmic high, you wanted it. You wanted him inside you, right now. And the pleading whimper combined with how you desperately moved your hips made it clear to him. And what kind of partner would he be if he refused?

He helped you move your body so his dick would easily slide into your warm and waiting cunt. Even if it hurt from both the stretch and overstimulation, you tried to move right away. You wanted to move right away. It felt so good, you could take a bit of pain for it! It was worth it! You wanted to ride his dick, and he wanted you to ride his dick, too! He should let you do that, right? Right?

Wrong, apparently. Because he cared about you too much to make you move right away. Because he hated to see you in pain.

"Papaa... Please..." you whined. You wanted him inside you, why wouldn't he let you get him inside you?

"Hey now, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek. You looked into his eyes with the saddest pout imaginable, hoping to use it against him. He would always give in to your pouts, surely he'll give in this time as well?

Somehow, he didn't. Because he cared too much about you to ever let you hurt yourself like this. And maybe, just maybe your pathetic little whines turned him on and made him even harder. You just looked so incredibly sweet, trying to move around to take him inside you, how you begged him to just fuck you instead of messing around like this.

But he kept you still, his loving gaze seemingly oblivious to your pleas. But he knew perfectly well what you needed, but he needed you to be good and calm down for him. He even offered you a huff from his oxygen tank to calm you down, but you refused with one last pleading whimper.

"There, there." He patted the top of your head with a small chuckle. "Papa needs you to calm down before you get your fun, alright?"

You nodded with a small pout, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you moved back down on his lap. He hugged you tightly, giving gentle kisses to your neck and cheek until your breathing was calm, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and held your face in his large hands, looking into your eyes. If a human's pupil could be heart-shaped, Nihil's eyes would constantly have hearts in them whenever you were around. Especially right now. The adoration this man held for you was leaking out with every moment he spent in your presence. Everyone could see it. The gentle ways he caressed your face and kissed you... They made it all clear.

And you loved him just as much in your young, energetic ways that he could barely keep up with. This, however... This, you both understood. A loving, intimate moment between the two of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Just you and him together.

"Good girl, my lovely, my sweet..." he muttered, kissing the top of your head. He stroked your back before gently patting your ass, giving you permission to finally ride him. You happily kissed his cheek, raising your hips again and letting him guide your body to the sweet pleasure his dick promised you. And you loved these promises it made because it would always keep them deep inside you as your fleshy walls squeezed it. "Doing so well for Papa..."

You both took a minute when you managed to fit all seven inches of his Satanic panic inside you. You had time to adjust how his size seemed to bully your tight cunt and he had time to get a puff from his oxygen machine. He was fine, but the incredible feeling of your body accepting him so eagerly, of your body craving more of him... it always knocked the air out of his old lungs. And you were always so sweet and quick to hand him the oxygen mask... How could he ever not love you?

He gave you a clear sign when he was ready, putting the mask away again and tightly holding onto your hips instead. And you responded right away, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. You've had enough experience by now to know exactly when to break the kiss so that he would catch his breath on his own. And you knew just how much time to take before moving.

You followed a rhythm he set, guiding your hips up and down as his gaze flickered between your expression and your very core. There was just something in seeing his cock disappear inside you that he loved. He loved the wet, squelching noises and all your moans, mixed with his own, as you moved your hips with the bit of help he was offering.

Nihil knew exactly what you needed. How hard you needed to slam yourself onto him and at what pace. When to tighten his grip and help you out just a little bit more so you'd have at least a tiny bit of rest before becoming more in charge and letting him slam against all the sensitive spots inside you on your own conditions. And he'd accept all the conditions, as long as he got to be inside your hot, tight insides. He loved this feeling. He loved how your body seemed to almost glow in the faint light of his bedroom as your body became more and more covered in sweat. Sweat that he embraced without hesitation as he pulled you into another hot kiss and pressed your chests together. His arms, surprisingly strong for a man his age, rocked your hips against him as you made out so you could concentrate on his lips while still getting the pleasure he was offering.

He smiled at the sweet 'I love you's muttered between your little moans. He could see how good you felt having your g-spot attacked repeatedly, over and over. He could see the hot tears that smeared your make-up and that he gently kissed away as you mewled quietly.

Of course, you weren't the only one losing your mind in pleasure. He was losing his, too. Or maybe he's lost it already all those months ago when you nervously confessed your feelings for the old satanic pope. Or maybe even when he first met you, a cute little assistant assigned to him by Sister Imperator to make sure he was doing his work properly. A cute little assistant who cared about him so much...

A cute little assistant riding his dick now.

He glanced down at your tattoo again, with a small chuckle between his own quiet groans. Trusting in your ability to ride him on your own, he moved one of his hands to stroke the glorious work of art on your skin. You were already a masterpiece to him, but now? Now he wished he was a few decades younger so he could properly fuck your brains out.

Fortunately for him, you were doing completely fine on your own. He knew you were close, even in his own slightly hazy state he could easily feel how your body reacted to him. The more frantic squeezes of your walls and how your moans and whines were now louder and more high pitched. And he loved that. He wanted to hear more of it.

"That's a good girl!" He praised, squeezing your hip. You were just so cute... He couldn't help himself but to press his lips against yours, both of you getting lost in the kiss as your orgasms kept building up impatiently, just waiting to break free as the feeling in your stomachs kept growing, struggling to stay inside your bodies and threatening to snap.

And snap it did.

You cried out into his mouth, and if he could, he would eagerly swallow the sound you made as you came, your juices flowing out onto his cock, a bit of it spilling and coating his balls as well as you kept moving up and down, albeit way more sloppily and with an even bigger need for his help. And he helped you to the best of his abilities, once again thrusting into you a few times before your juices mixed with his seed, his face burried in your shoulder as he tried to get his breathing in check again.

You quickly handed him the oxygen mask and watched him breathe until you were sure he was fine again. You gave him one last little kiss before slowly getting off of him with the intention to clean up, but he held your hand and gently pulled you back onto his lap to wrap his arms around you and press you into his chest again. He didn't care about the mess, he just wanted to feel you close to him for a bit longer.

And so here you were again, sitting on his lap again, resting against his chest and listening to his heartbeat, embraced not only by him, but also by his almost overwhelming love for you. And that was nice. Actually no, it wasn't nice...

... it was perfect.

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1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely? Um, probably my Linstead multi-chapter (I think you're familiar hahahaha), mostly because I had no plan in place and it became a total mess. So I guess I would rewrite it by... not writing it at all? Oh! But seriously I kind of wish I could go back and re-write this one. It was my first foray into writing for Chenford, and I've been thinking about a bunch lately for some reason (I think because it's vaguely related to another idea I have). I wish I'd kept it entirely canon compliant.

3. How would you describe your writing style? Lately? Nonexistent.

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them? Original characters are TERRIFYING to me. There's a reason I write fanfic and not original fiction, coming up with characters (especially well-rounded, relatable ones that people like) feels impossible. So I just... don't. (To the point that I researched the names of every single referenced member of Metro so I could use actual character names and not make any up. I have the list if anyone's interested 😜)

5. What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies? I find this question confusing. I never want to use MCD, but it shouldn't ever apply since I have no intention to write it. What a cop out of an answer, but I don't understanddddd. OH! I sometimes wish I could exclude relevant tags for the surprise factor.

6. What's your ratio for rating your works? What does this mean? Oh wait, I think it means in terms of T vs M vs E? Sex brings it to M, and porn is E?

7. Your favourite ao3 tag. Lately? Established relationship or missing moment.

8. How slow is a slow burn? So slow that they spend most of the story dancing around their feelings and only get together near the very end.

12. If you write in more than one language, what's the difference? Strictly English over here.

13. Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10. Uh... 1 or 2? Because I don't build worlds, I play in existing ones created by the show?

16. Are one-shots really underrated? Wait are they underrated??? WHY?? I LOVE a one-shot. Whether it's 500, 2000, or 10K words, I love being able to sit down and enjoy and fully fleshed out story from start to finish.

17. Past or present tense? Why? I used to write in past tense, but I think reading more present tense influenced me to do the same, and now I prefer present.

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

“No!” she practically shouts at him. She takes a moment to school herself, exhaling slowly. “I mean, Tim, I say this with love, but if you don’t give me some fucking space, I will kill you.”

20. Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you? Many. Though it usually bites me in the ass because I end up stuck on something, and then something else, etc. So clearly it doesn't work all that well. But I think (unless I was on a total roll, which sometimes happens) I'd be stifled if I focused on only one thing. Plus ideas tend to multiply.

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret? No, not really. I don't typically write anything super long though.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? I DON'T KNOW BUT I LOVE MY IDIOTS!!!!

24. Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards. Not really a fan, especially if they're super long. A couple of lines here or there are a-okay with me, but when you're italicizing half a chapter? Pass.

25. Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go? As in, with a multi-chapter? I clearly suck at that, so I think I'd only ever do another if I wrote the whole thing in advance (or at least had a VERY clear plan in place)

27. Do you agree that one shouldn't start a story with a piece of dialogue? Nope, strongly disagree. Sometimes it just works to jump right in without preamble.

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing? Not really, but I'll take any advice you want to throw at me, because I am soooooo stuck.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. Well right now, every single one. Because I CAN'T WRITE 😩. Oh, but my Contractor Jay fic counts I guess? *Sigh* 10K words of nothing. IT HAUNTS ME

32. Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing? Fuck. And murmur. I looooove murmur, it's my favourite.

33. Give your writing a compliment. 😩 I... can... idk dude, I can't right now. How do you compliment something that doesn't exist?!?!?!? I'm going with my fallback -- I'm decent(ish) with words themselves, but ideas are my struggle.

34. Do you write to improve? Or is that not a concern for you? Do I sound like an ass if I say no? 😬 I write as a creative outlet, that's all.

35. Thoughts on writing challenges/contests. Contests, no thanks, I don't like the idea of pitting writers against each other (assuming that's what that means???). I'm all about celebrating other writers. Challenges, like #chenfordweek? YES, I wrote more that week that I had in ages, I apparently do well when there's a fire under my ass.

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of? I ask you? 😅 And when I try by myself, I follow your lead of Taylor Swift lyrics. Fave of the ones I've managed to do on my own? I like this one best I think?

38. "This never happened" fix-it fics or "this happened but" fix-it fics?

As long as you fix it, I'm happy! (Yes Suz, I mean you specifically here)

39. Wildest AU scenario you have written? I've only written one, so I guess that's it -- paging Dr. Jay Halstead. I don't think any of the AU ideas I've played around with are particularly wild.

40. Write a 9-word fic. What the fuck is this question?!!? Tim Bradford loves Lucy Chen forever and ever. Amen. Nine words does not a fic make.

Thanks-ish, I love you and I hate you for this 💖

#fanfic writing asks #asked and answered #nancyddrew

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soulstrums · 2 months

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hello all ! i'm nova (she/her) and i'm here today to finally bring you the quiet sweetheart that is lim sanghoon! he's a cursed one with the silent mission to prove not all darkspawn are bad. he's actually pretty quiet and shy, though don't mistake that for him being unconfident. born of a powerful sorcerer family and corrupted by the rot during his early 20s, he had become a revenant and wasted away due to a refusal to drink blood after coming to terms that he hated the after affect of consuming others memories, but what he hated more was the slow loss of his own. under the cut you will find a bit about his backstory && his personality. if you'd like to plot, give this post a like and i'll shoot you a dm!

. . . b a c k s t o r y .

he was born the year of the first blight, or so he recalls. he remembers being born to a family of powerful sorcerers, remembers that he was particularly gifted in his magic wielding.

but then then 25 years post-blight he had become corrupted by the rot and thus, had been forcefully turned into a creature he could never fathom being or wanting to be. he had become a revenant. a creature who lived off of blood consumption.

and if that wasn't bad enough, the consequences of satiating his hunger was having creatures memories forced into his head, replacing even his own memories that had started to become more and more faint over time. he was forgetting who he was, and where he came from.

and so, quiet bravely (or stupidly, depends who you ask) the young male had decided to stop consuming blood months later. this, in result, led to his health decaying and his being withering away until the abyss, who's rot had affected him, had re-claimed him.

he's not sure how long he was in darkness after that, doesn't remember how long he waited. until finally, a voice in a desperate plea had summoned him and he appeared before her. jang bomi was in horrible condition; clearly on deaths door.

the ritual had been rushed, his bonded was out of it, he himself, was panicked, confused and overwhelmed. by the time they drank each others blood she had collapsed unconscious. it was now up to him to take care of his new-found bond. sanghoon was now a dark one, complete with horns and a tail.

he had taken care of her, made sure her health got better. and he's been with her ever since; they'd moved and he started helping her take care of her little shop, and following his own passion of music in his free time.

. . . p e r s o n a l i t y .

sanghoon, while a sweetheart with a gentle smile, host a dark-side that shows in a more.. protective and possessive light. he will not hesitate to harm for the people he holds dear; particularly his bond.

a lover of all things art; be it music, painting, or pottery. he will happily explain that it's the reason he spends a lot of his time working at the dragon's hoard. he loves the atmosphere, and enjoys the reaction to his bonded's art. other than that, you'll quite often see him in the tavern singing his heart out.

naturally, he's pretty calm and laidback—able to go with the flow. but he's also quick to anger, especially if his dark-side is triggered. then you're just asking for brutal coldness, dominance and violence. just a tip; don't mess with his bond if you don't want to get burned.

as mentioned before, he can be pretty quiet and shy towards people. he much prefers to stick to himself within his little shell, but that doesn't mean he can't be playful and teasing.

on the contrary, due to being pretty young compared to other darkspawn who can live a really long time... sanghoon can be a little childish, and immature. it shows in how he'll get huffy, jealous over nothing and give an attitude like a petulant child when mad.

honestly, at this point he's just trying to live in some sort of peace by doing his best to keep the fact he's a cursed one hidden and posing as a normal, unspecial human.

. . . w a n t e d .

maybe give me someone who understands what sanghoon is going through? perhaps, another gentle darkspawn who is simply trying to keep to themselves.

maybe someone who knew him in his first life when he was a sorcerer?

people who are fans of his music

give me that opposite friendship; the bundle of sunshine with the cold, quiet one (sanghoon)

maybe someone that rubs him the wrong way or vice versa? i think an enemies plot could be fun; always trying to piss one another off for whatever reason.

#sn:intro #( this is super temporary #his pages will be done as soon as possible !#this is very basic to give an idea of him #tags to be added

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assortedvillainvault · 3 months

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For the meme - how about Tarn, Whirl, and Cyclonus?

I entered this ask game with lighthearted abandon but genuinely didn't expect this to be so HARD oh my god XD Not least becuase I could think of ways to fit all three into each category...

Slow Burn: Cyclonus - Admittedly I don't think he's actually capable of anything faster than a long courtship, but regardless I think I'd really enjoy the slow build up from strangers -> crewmates -> friends -> 'maybe something' -> 'I like you but won't say anything because I don't want to ruin the friendship' -> 'yeah I'd die for you actually there's nothing that you, god or Whirl can do to stop me'. That gradual progression from standoffish to softness?? AUGH.

Fake Date: Whirl - I have no fucking clue how we got here (A dare? A bet? A plot to spy on Cyclonus as he fails to talk to Tailgate about their relationship for the umptillionth time? Who knows) but I reckon that this would start out simple. A quick drink at Swerves, movie night at the back of the room...rest of the night in the brig because inevitably Whirl got in a fight and I got involved by proxy and Ultra Magnus's left eyelid can sense whirl-based shenanigans from across the ship.

Enemies to Lovers: Tarn - Oh my god you're absolutely right Tarn is the type to get obsessive. And the sheer depth of it would be terrifying, but also weirdly facinating to witness as it's source. I confess I'd unduly enjoy spending my time being a 'professional nuisance' - messing with the List, planting false trails to lure him off track, wirelessly hacking his speakers to play cheesy pop music or whoopie cushion sound effects to ruin his entrances, all while knowing that despite the fact I'm driving him up the wall he won't actually kill me. (Now the uh, everything else? Yeah torture is probably involved in there somewhere...)

#thalassa responds #thanks for the ask!#yeah this was a scream

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starlight-channie · 2 years

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♡ episode eleven: high (📝...written chapter)

summary: When Hongjoong developed a crush on y/n, he thought confessing wasn't going to be so hard.....until life started throwing curve balls at him. Will she ever get to know how he feels?

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a/n ─ this is my first ever written chapter and for those who are still keeping up with this I hope you guys enjoy it. I tried my best and trust me this smau is truly a slow burn. I love y'all bye<33

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You get out of your room and make your way to the kitchen where you were greeted by Hana making herself some ramen. "I am going out for a bit, I'll come back soon bye" was all you said before putting on your shoes and getting out of the apartment unit. You walk out of your building and make your way to the gate where you saw Hongjoong standing near his car with one of his hands in his pocket and the other one holding a paper bag.

As soon as Hongjoong saw you his eyes lit up and the softest smile appeared on his face, you looked so adorable in your oversized hoodie and your pyjamas running in tiny towards him that he could literally disintegrate in that very second. He waved his hands and greeted you.

"So why did you ask me to come out in this cold ass weather?" you questioned him with both your hands inside your hoodie pockets.

He chuckled a bit at your question and answered "Just wanted to see you". He said it in a teasing tone and manner but he also actually meant it. You side eyed him and responded "Then you could've just asked me to send you a selfie or something", you teased him back which made him laugh a little. You were now getting curious as to why he exactly called you out so you pouted a little in frustration and said "Come on, stop teasing me"

He then gave you the sincerest smile, let out a sigh and responded "Fine, here you go", holding up the paper bag. You tilted your head and gave him a confused look. Wondering what exactly is in that brown paper bag that he was holding up to your face.

"I was getting coffee for my hyungs at the studio and I saw four waffles left at the store and they reminded me of you so I thought I'd get them for you" he answered and happiness took over you and you gave him the biggest smile. You took the paper bag out of his hands and peeked inside it a little bit as you got really excited about the food that Hongjoong just brought you.

"Oh my God this is so sweet of you. Joong, how did you know I've been craving for waffles for such a long time now??" you asked him. He couldn't help but smile at your words since he really didn't know that you were craving them. He felt content and proud that he was able to bring you something that you wanted without even knowing that you wanted them.

"I actually didn't know that but I am glad I could satisfy your cravings", he answered proudly. You gave him the biggest smile and hugged him as a form of thank you and you couldn't see it but Hongjoong was a blushing mess and he could feel fireworks going off above his head and a swarm of butterflies in his stomach because of your actions. When you broke out of the hug Hongjoong's phone rang to which he checked and said "Oh shit it's my hyung's I guess they must be wondering where the heck I am, so I guess i'll just scram out of here since I have accomplished what I came here for".

You gave him a sad look and questioned "Can't you stay a little bit longer? We could take a walk around the neighborhood?" As much as Hongjoong wanted to do all those with you and spend time with you he just gives you an apologetic look and says "I am so sorry y/n but I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow for sure okay! Enjoy your waffles, byee"

"Oh okay then bye see you tomorrow. Thank you so much for the food once again" was all you said before he gets into his car. He rolls down his window and smiles at you waving goodbye before driving off.

You turn around to go back into your apartment building when in the corner of your eyes you saw a shadowy figure behind the gate lamppost. You should be running back inside your building as fast as you can when you see that but the shadowy figure looked similar to you so you stepped a little closer and called out "Hey". Again, you should be running away at the fastest speed but you knew who that shadowy figure was. "Yeosang, what are you doing there??" you asked and Yeosang indeed came out of the shadows.

"Hmm nothing I was just taking a walk around the neighborhood anyways I should get going it's getting late" he said all that in one breath. And before you could answer or ask anymore questions he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards your apartment building telling you to go inside since it's already late.

You were confused at what was happening so you tried to turn towards him to ask what the heck was going on but he stopped you and pushed you gently towards the entrance of your apartment building saying "It's late and cold, go on, get inside". You couldn't debate with him since he didn't give you a chance so you just obeyed him and walked towards your apartment building.

Yeosang watched you as you made your way towards your apartment building because he always had to watch you enter any building or house safely before he walked away. That was his habit and also a way for him to make sure you were safe. Before entering the building you looked back to see Yeosang still watching you. He waved his hands and gave you a smile and mouthed a 'Good night see you tomorrow bye' to which you just smiled and waved back in return.

Yeosang's smile dropped as soon as you were out of his sight. He looked towards the thrash can near the building lamppost where he just threw a box of waffles.

[tags] @at1nys-blog @dogsongy @erodemyedges @randomness7198 @yunhowooyo @jaycheoluwu @grim-adventures58 @john-joong

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starrgaziinggg · 2 years

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BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE (18+)

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: chapter twenty five

Sunlight streams into your bedroom the next morning, waking you up at a time far too early for your liking and making you realise you forgot to close your blind last night. And that's when it hits you - last night. Hyunjin.

You get butterflies instantly thinking of the events that occurred a couple hours before, and it makes you very aware of the fact you're naked. Yes, you were very naked last night, but you have no idea what kind of sex-crazed high you were on, this morning you're feeling cold and, well, naked.

You slowly untangle yourself from Hyunjin, being careful, and grab some underwear from your drawer, going to the bathroom to freshen up. It's definitely not true what they say about post-sex glow, because right now your hair is tangled and there's dried drool on your chin. It takes you maybe ten minutes to fix your appearance to a relatively acceptable standard, so you head back towards your room.

You slowly roll back into bed, not wanting to wake the man up, but you figure your efforts were futile when he starts to open his eyes.

"Morning, angel," he sighs contently, a smile appearing on his face instantly. You snuggle back into his chest, feeling much more secure in your semi clothed state, and he pulls you into him, resting his face in the crook of your neck. His hand absentmindedly goes into your hair, playing with the strands (which you're thankful you brushed).

"You need to get up for work soon," you say after a while, eyes closed and enjoying the moment of warmth with your boyfriend. Damn, that was going to take some getting used to.

"I'm not going to work today," he replies sleepily, moving his hand down to your shoulder and lightly dusting his fingers up and down the length of it.

"Why?" You say back, feeling goosebumps on his arms as he touches you. You feel like you're slowly going back to last night...every time he talks, every time he touches you.

"I'd much rather spend my time here, with you," he says in a low voice. You don't think you will ever get tired of listening to his sleepy morning voice. You move yourself so your facing him, his face inches away from yours.

"You need to work, Hyun," you say, trying to keep the facade that you actually give a flying crap about the fact he needs to work to look as though your a good girlfriend, when realistically all you want to do is for him to stay here with you.

"I don't need to do anything, princess," he mocks you. "Other than stay here. I've already said I'm not coming in."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Had big plans did you?"

He smirks at you, holding your bare shoulder with has hand. "Well, I had a hopeful plan of how I wanted our night to end. Consummate the relationship and all."

You hit him lightly while the two of you laugh together at his idiocy.

"I'm kidding, but I had nothing important on today at work so I took a day off. I was planning on helping you with cooking later, if you want me to," he says, his eyes slowly going from your eyes to your lips, which doesn't go unnoticed.

"You had nothing important on today?" You say with a raised eyebrow.

He hums, eyes just going straight to your lips with no shame.

"Having sex with your girlfriend isn't important?" You say, feeling bold and taking the opportunity that's presented itself.

Hyunjin's eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows with smirk. "Who says we're having sex?"

You roll your eyes and move your body on top of his, holding yourself up so that your bodies aren't touching properly and your faces are right beside each other.

"Me," is all you say, giggling at yourself before going in towards Hyunjin and placing your lips on his. He moans into the kiss straight away, and you feel his large hands going straight to your hips, keeping you secure. As he deepens the kiss, finding a good rhythm, the hands on your sides slowly force you down so that your bodies are flush together, and you feel the length of him, hard.

"You really know how to turn me on, you know," he says lowly, pulling away from your mouth shortly to say the words before reattaching his lips to your collarbone. He swirls his tongue in a spot that makes you shiver.

"Please Hyun," you say breathily when his hands go to your ass, moving your hips back and forth slowly.

"Please what, beautiful?" He asks, his breath hot on your skin. You place a hand on his chin, lifting his head up so it's level with yours.

"I want you, Hyun, I want to feel you," you say, the words coming out more of a whine that anything else. You see him smirk, eyes sparkling.

"You're wish is my command, princess," he says, moving his hand to grab another condom from the pack he used last night. You're aware it's rushed, messy and nowhere near as heartfelt and intimate as the night you spent together last night. But your hearts still racing, your heads still spinning, and you're desperate for the man below you to make you feel good.

He moves your underwear to the side, not wanting to waste time taking them off and aligns himself with you. He pushes himself inside of you slowly and breathes out steadily when he bottoms out. The stretch feels amazing, after last night you feel much more comfortable and relaxed being intimate. His hands travel up to your back and land at the clasp of your bra, looking at you for confirmation. You nod your head and he unclasps it in one quick motion, discarding your lace bra at the side of your bed.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, love," he says, shaking his head in disbelief, you feel heat rising to your cheeks, but your embarrassment subsides when he moves towards you and starts swirling that tongue of his round one of your nipples. You can't help but let out a whine and you feel Hyunjin smile.

He pulls away to look at you, smiling, and you start to lift your hips. He watches you intently as you do so, his eyes following your every move as you sink back into him. You pick up the pace, finding a rhythm and watch as Hyunjin throws his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck," he hisses through his teeth, and it's almost as if his sense of control breaks as his hands go lower and grab your hips, moving you into a position where he can fuck into you. He sets a fast pace as he does this, losing his restraint and you start seeing stars when he continuously pounds into you, hitting you deeply.

"God, fuck, princess," he breaths heavily, opening his eyes to see you trying to keep yourself sane, a whining and moaning mess. Hyunjin knows just what to do to get you going, and you seem to be able to reciprocate that for him to, seeing how little time it took for him to feel like he could come.

You continue this way for a while, both fucking into each other at a fast pace, your lewd noises filling the apartment, until you feel Hyunjin's motions get sloppier and his grip on you becomes rougher, pounding into you deeper with every thrust. It sends you straight to your orgasm, the deep thrusts hitting you perfectly. You lose yourself on top of him, legs shaking. He tells you when he comes, releasing into the condom just as you begin to come down from your high. He doesn't bother pulling out of you as you collapse onto his chest, panting. The two of you don't talk, just embrace each other's sweaty bodies as Hyunjin begins to caress your hair.

"I don't know how we're ever going to stop, princess," he says, and you giggle. "I'm not kidding. I can't get enough of you. Quick fuck, or intimate sex - it doesn't matter. I just want you constantly."

"The feeling's mutual," you say with a smile. After a couple minutes, Hyunjin pulls out of you and discards the condom, coming back to lay with you. "God, I probably smell so bad right now."

"Yeah, you stink. Go shower," he says, in a tone that you can tell he's joking. You get up all the same, stretching your arms and rubbing your sleepy eyes awake.

"Well so do you. Want to join?" You say, turning back to face him and wiggling your eyebrows. He raises one of his own at the offer and laughs when you jump up off your bed and start running towards your bathroom, jumping out of the underwear you still had on. You chuck them behind you absentmindedly before you reach the bathroom.

"Ah! Pants!" You hear Hyunjin say from behind you, and you can't help the laugh that escapes.

The rest of the morning is spent lazily. After the two of you wash up, you chill on the sofa together, watching tv and sitting on your phones, talking occasionally. It reminds you of the time you spent as friends, just enjoying each other's company. When it gets to mid day, you decide you should start preparing for your dinner. Hyunjin offers to go buy the supplies you need while you clean your apartment, saying he should stop off at his to get a change of clothes.

You clean your apartment with a smile, thinking about how amazing you were feeling about your relationship. It was so new, and exciting, and you absolutely adored the side of Hyunjin that you'd been seeing recently. When he arrived an hour or so later, grocery bag in hand and wearing trousers and a t-shirt, you were finishing up hoovering the living area of your apartment.

"There was no Fanta at the store so I just got lemonade for Jisung, do you think he'll kill you?" He says as you switch off the hoover and unplug the cord. It was funny how quickly the two of you had fallen into a domesticated routine.

"I mean, since you're the one who got the wrong thing I feel like he will kill you?" You question, taking the grocery bag from his hands and placing it on your countertop, emptying its contents.

"I mean," Hyunjin mocked. "Since our friends aren't aware of our relationship, it would be strange for me to be buying drinks for your party, so all in all he will be killing you."

He shrugged with a sneaky smile, going towards you. You push him away with a scowl, but smile as soon as you turn away from him. You start to open the packets of food, using your phone to open up the recipe your mum had sent you. It was fairly simple, and you'd made the burgers with her before years ago, so you felt like it wouldn't be too hard. But, you never know, considering you and Hyunjin were two of the worst cooks maybe ever.

Regardless, you both set to work. You made Hyunjin handle the easier things like the salad, fries and setting the table, whilst you prepared the burgers themselves, following the recipe to a T. You were honestly shocked and pretty pleased at how well things were going as you swayed your hips to the music you'd put on whilst the two of you cooked.

After a while, you felt Hyunjin walk over to you and wrap his arms round your back while you worked. You leaned back into his touch as he placed a kiss on an exposed part of your neck.

"Look at us go, eh? Who would have thought we'd be able to successfully make a meal together?" He says from beside you.

"I know right?" You reply, finishing off forming the shape of the final burger meat. That made nine in total, and your hands were starting to cramp from the repetitive action.

"Makes me feel a lot more calm about our future of cooking together," he says cheekily as he detaches himself from you and moves back to do his own thing again.

The next thing you hear is a splatter, quickly followed by a yelp and an, 'oh shit.' You slowly turn around, honestly not wanting to see what's happened, and you're faced with Hyunjin, salad dressing splattered all over his clothes.

"For gods sake," you laugh, tilting your head at the irony of the situation. Hyunjin just pouts adorably.

"I jinxed it," he says with a chuckle, dropping his shoulders in defeat. You expected something like this to happen, so you're really just glad it didn't end up being a more severe situation. "In my fairness, the cap to the salad dressing was faulty."

"Come on, I have a tonne of your guys' clothes in a drawer in my room. There's not point in you going back to your apartment now cause the guys will be here soon," you say, washing your hands and motioning for him to follow you.

"Why have you got loads of stuff?" He asks as he falls into step behind you.

"Just accumulated it over the years. Chris likes to be naked, and Jisung constantly forgets his clothes when he stays. Plus I have, like, ten of Jeongin's hoodies," you explain. You had noticed guys clothes in your apartment beginning to pile up and eventually just dedicated a drawer for it all. If the boys complained about missing an item of clothing, you just told them to look in the drawer and they usually found what they were looking for.

"You should give it back," Hyunjin says huffily, which instantly makes you laugh.

"Not getting jealous of our friends, are we Hyun?" You say with a raised eyebrow, opening the drawer for him. Your smugness is wiped away, however, when Hyunjin takes his tshirt off and gives you a great view of his gorgeous back. You realised you'd never thought someone's back was hot before him.

"Course not, but my clothes should be in this drawer instead," he says, turning to give you a smile before rummaging around in the drawer. You sit on your bed and immerse yourself in your phone as you wait for him to find something suitable. You see you friends are texting on your group chat again, so you open it to see what's happening.

BUNCH OF USELESS FUCKING IDIOTS

-> members: Baby Bread 👶🏽🥖 , Papa Smurf 💙, Changbin Aegyo King 🤴🏽, Puppy 🐶, Lino 🙀, Aussie Chick 🐥 <3, Hyun 🫶🏻, HANdjob 😔, The one with the uterus 👸🏼

HANdjob 😔

hey Lix Lino is asking if u want a ride in like 30 mins ???

Aussie Chick 🐥 <3

Yeah thanks ! :]

Puppy 🐶

Ew I hate that smile

Aussie Chick 🐥 <3

The smile hates you back Seungmo

HANdjob 😔

Anyone else low-key worried abt the state of the meal were abt to b served ????????

Baby Bread 👶🏽🥖

Ye but at least she cooks better than you

HANDjob 😔

Unprovoked ?

Baby Bread 👶🏽🥖

You provoke me every day

The one with the uterus 👸🏼

No burger for you Handjob 🙂

HANdjob 😔

For the millionth f***** time change my name in your phone I'm so done

The one with the uterus 👸🏼

No❤️

Aussie Chick 🐥 <3

Not the asterisks 👀👀

Plus your one short if you were trying to spell fucking

Puppy 🐶

What an incompetent man

You just roll your eyes at the disaster which is your friend group and focus your attention back to Hyunjin, who's found clothes that fit him. A white Calvin Klein tshirt and a pair of black jeans.

"Who's clothes even are these?" He asks you as he fixes his hair.

"Not a clue, to be honest. I don't even know when I got them," you laugh and the two of you make your way back to your kitchen living space.

You start cooking the burger meat, which ends up taking a while. Hyunjin helps for you (you set a timer for him so he knows exactly when to stop cooking each burger. You did not want a repeat of the undercooked steaks) so that you can get ready. You just put on a pair of loose trousers and a tank top with a jumper, not bothering to check your outfit in the mirror. You tie your hair up too, so it's out your face when you serve the food for you friends.

You take over from your boyfriend for the last few burgers as your friends start to arrive. Jeongin and Seungmin are first, Jeongin coming straight over to hug you without a second thought.

"Hey noona," he says with a lazy smile, pulling off his jacket and going over to your dining table to place it on the back of a chair.

"Hey Innie, how's work?" You ask, moving on to flip the final burger. You were cooking them three at a time, so that the ones cooked first wouldn't get too cold.

"Oh same old. There was a spider in the classroom yesterday and I had to make one of the kids take it outside," he says with an adorable grin. You only laugh at the boy, shaking your head. Seungmin stops his conversation with Hyunjin to give you a wave and a hello, which you return before going back to cooking. The two boys help put the drinks and salad onto the table, making sure everything is prepared as the other guys start to turn up.

Minho, Jisung and Felix are next to arrive, before Chan and finally Changbin, late as ever. They start pouring drinks and mingling as you bring the plates with the burger buns and meat over to the table and tell everyone to start digging in. That they do, each taking a burger and whatever extras they want.

"Yah! This is actually good," Jisung says as you finally seat yourself in between Hyunjin and Chan and start to take food for yourself. After standing beside the hot cooker for so long, you start to feel hot, so you put down your cutlery and pull of the woolly jumper you had on.

"What do you mean actually, dick face," you say to Jisung once your jumpers removed, but after you do you realise every single one of your friends are staring at you, including the handsome man beside you.

"The fuck?" Changbin says outwardly, a cocky smile on his face as he crosses his arms. You scrunch your nose up in confusion, looking towards Jeongin for a better indication of why they were all staring at you. He just had his mouth wide open. You roll your eyes at them.

"Look, I know I'm hot, but if you'd prefer to take a picture -" you start to say, but Minho cuts you off with a cough.

"Um, 5 o'clock," he whispers harshly, which only makes you more confused. You know Minho used clock times as an indication of which direction he wants you to look in, but the only thing in your five o'clock directional is Seungmin.

"You have, like, four hickies on your collarbone," Seungmin says with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, filling you in on the big secret. Your eyes instantly widen as your brain clicks into place. Minho must of meant 5 o'clock directional downwards on your body. Because at your 5 o'clock, as your friend pointed out, are a lovely array of hickeys made visible from the thin strapped tank top you were wearing.

Oh. Fuck.

"I...um..." you trailed off, trying your best not to make eye contact with Hyunjin to make the both of you look even more suspicious.

"Hold on, is that my tshirt, Hyunjin?" Jisung says after narrowing his eyes and the man beside you. You finally allow yourself to turn to him, and you just know by his expression. You're both fucked.

"Why is Hyunjin wearing your tshirt?" Jeongin asks, directing the question to Jisung who shrugs. You look at Minho, your only form of solidarity, but he just puts his hands up.

You and Hyunjin share a look, and you both know this is it. Big moment.

"So, basically, um..." you start, trying to find the right words and staring at the table instead of your friends.

"We're dating," Hyunjin cuts in, and you turn sharply to stare at him, wide eyes, before looking at each of your friends for their reaction. Minho looks impressed, smirking his usual happy smirk. Chan looks how he always does when he's pleased for you - like a proud older brother, arms folded in contempt. Felix is beaming from ear to ear, literally, clapping his hands.

What you don't expect is to turn to your left and see Changbin and Jeongin hand Seungmin a couple of notes. Your jaw drops.

"You bet on us?" You say, folding your arms in a huff. "Okay, from Seungie and Bin it's expected, but you Jeongin?"

He just gives you a sheepish grin. "I couldn't help myself, I really thought I would win!"

"Well you didn't, sucker - I did!" Seungmin says with a toothy grin. Hyunjin just chuckles and you try not to jab him.

"Why we're you so confident? What the hell did you bet?" You ask the younger boy.

"I bet you'd had a one night stand and called it off or something," he explained. You watch Hyunjin raise an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you think we were dating?" He asks him, and Jeongin gives him a devilish grin.

"I didn't think you were noona's type," he says.

"And what did you think her type was," Hyunjin counters, curious.

"Men who aren't ugly," the younger boy answers, cracking into a grin and bolting up from his seat when Hyunjin starts chasing him round your apartment.

"And what did you two bet?" You ask the other boys in on the shady shady work. Changbin speaks up first.

"Well, obviously Seungmo bet you were dating, but I bet you guys were just friends with benefits," he explains and you roll your eyes. The audacity.

"I should have got in on this betting action, I would have for sure won," Minho says, giving you a wink.

"Hold the fuck up," Jisung says loudly, and your attention goes to him. "So, everyone knew there was something going on between the two of you but me?"

The room falls into silence. Even Hyun and Jeongin stop beating each other up, before everyone but Jisung bursts into laughter.

"Pretty much, yeah," Felix says through fits of giggles. The expression on Jisung's face is priceless, clearly unhappy about not knowing.

"You've got to be in the know to know, you know," Minho says to him, patting his shoulder with a chuckle which cracks you up even more.

"I can't," Felix continues, wiping at tears in his eyes. "The fact that everyone but Hannie knew that you and Hyunjin had something going on."

Even you and Hyunjin can't contain your laughter. Poor Jisung, being the only one unaware of the budding relationship.

"I can't believe you guys! This is the definitive last straw. I'm making new friends," he says, crossing his arms huffily.

"Good luck with that," Seungmin says in English, which just sends you all over the edge.

Once the hilarity has worn off and Jisung has started to lighten up, you all fall into natural conversation. Time passes far too quickly for your liking, and you notice how Hyunjin displays very small forms of physical affection towards you - a hand on your thigh or a smile in your direction - but it's enough to set butterflies off in your stomach. Once everyone is finished eating, the boys start pulling out Monopoly, which you huff at, as it's another game that you and your friends take far too seriously.

You and Jeongin begin to wash the dishes as Felix and Chan clear the table, while the other guys start setting up the game.

"So, Hyunjin, huh?" Jeongin says to you whilst he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, handing you a plate to dry.

"Oh shut up, Jeongin," you laugh as you give him a nudge.

"For real, though, you two are actually really sweet together. It's kind of obvious looking back how much you two were destined to be together," he says, putting a hand to his heart all knowingly.

"Stop with the cringe before I actually die," you say, rolling your eyes as your cheeks flush red. "But do you really think so?"

You look at him with wide eyes, and he chuckles at you. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it, you know that. Seriously, though, if he even tries to hurt you in any way shape or form -"

"Really, Jeong?" You laugh, cutting him off as he passes you another plate. "You're giving me the 'older brother' talk? Hyunjin could kick your ass."

"No he could not!" The younger boy shouts.

"Yes he could!" You hear Hyunjin shout from where he is, which makes you laugh.

"Whatever," Jeongin says as he sticks his tongue out at Hyunjin. "The point still stands. You mean a lot to me, as gross and cringe as it is, and I saw how upset you've been the last couple weeks and I don't want to see you like that again."

You smile at the younger boy and pinch his cheek, moving to give him a hug. "Thanks, Innie. That's really sweet."

"Hey hey hey! Hands off my girlfriend," Hyunjin shouts over again, and you laugh as you and Jeongin move away from each other and he ruffles your hair. The boys round Hyunjin give him a flurry of gross noises at his words, but he doesn't seem to care less, looking at you with a face full of adoration. And you can't believe, in this moment, how lucky you really are.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX HERE!

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