#SHE GETS IIITTTT

[luck-of-the-drawings]

IMAGINE. working at ur stupid uhhh job or whatever. pulling into your drive way and ready to work on some crazy project in your garage. opening the door to the most unfamiliar silence. did your wife and kid leave for something? could you imagine knocking on your kids door, hardly getting an answer, and opening it to find the splattered remains of your wife across his room your child is scared! hes hardly consolable, in a state of shock and terror. you are too, but youre the adult here. you need to take charge. you need to protect him. you need to do something. you need to do something.

[upstartgeek]

looking at old pictures of her is crazy cuz she hasnt had hair on her belly in about 3 years

feets chase and her marvelous feats of feets

[bloodlust-1]

Might I make a request for subby Gortash? I want that man on his knees, begging.

-@thewildrover

To answer this, hell yes. Im here for it give me all that freaky mean shit. Let's get into iiitttt!!!

hope you like it @thewildrover !

On His Knees

Gortash x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

Summary: After waking up to find himself bound on his knees, Gortash realizes he is at the mercy of Tav's wrath. However, her anger quickly transforms into seduction as she manipulates him with her charms. Left with nothing but his desire to please her, Gortash is determined to make her his by any means necessary.

T/W: smut! Blood, abuse

Notes: This is a little raunchy so if that's what you're into then by all means ;p he’s subby for the first half

Gortash eyes fluttered open, and he groaned to the throbbing headache and aching joints. He was on his knees, hands and feet bound to a pillar in the center of a dimly lit room.

How the fuck did I get here?

Confused and disoriented, Gortash tried to recall how he got there. The last thing he remembered was the way the alcohol burned his throat at the tavern earlier that day. He must've blacked out.

footsteps echoed around him, and when the figure came closer, Gortash's heart skipped a beat. It was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. She had long dark hair, smooth curves, and a stern expression on her face.

Tav, stood over him, with her eyebrows furrowed. Interesting, he thought she sided with Orin.

"Why am I tied up like this?" Gortash demanded, trying to sound confident and unfazed.

"You are a despicable excuse for a human being, Gortash," Tav spat, her voice filled with disgust. "You have caused so much pain and suffering, and now it's time for you to pay for your crimes."

Gortash couldn't help but laugh at Tav's words. He had always been attracted to strong, powerful women, and Tav was no exception. Seeing her standing there, with her hands on her hips, only made him more excited.

"Is that so?" he teased, dripping with sarcasm. "And what punishment do you have in mind for me, my dear Tav? Are you going to beat me to a pulp?"

Tav rolled her eyes and shook her head. Gods he is such a fucking scoundrel.

"You think this is funny? You think it's amusing to mock me?" Tav snapped, her voice trembling with frustration.

Gortash's laugh died down and a grin tugged at his lips. He continued to ridicule Tav between chuckles. Gortash couldn't help himself. The more she scolded him, the more turned-on he became.

Tav walked towards Gortash, and gripped a handful of his hair, "I heard your plans to get rid of me. How dare you ever try to lay a hand on me and my friends," she said, her voice low and menacing.

Gortash's heart raced as Tav leaned in closer, her face just inches away from his. He could feel her breath on his skin, and it sent shivers down his spine.

Tav clenched her fists and threw a punch at his face, and she continued to mercilessly beat him. Blood streamed down his face, mixing with the sweat that dripped from his forehead.

Gortash could just groan as her fists connected to his face.

Gortash licked his lips and smiled up at Tav. There was a seductive glint in his eyes, a look that sent shivers down Tav's spine. Tav pulled back her raw bloodied fists as she studied his face.

Was he enjoying this?

And there it was, the bulge in his pants.

The frown, the passion in her voice, her eyes, and fuck why did this turn him on so much. Gortash didn't expect Tav to be so beautifully enraged.

Tav smirked, he was just another pathetic sex-driven man. Of course, he's attracted to her, and she decided to use it to her advantage.

"Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in a different way," she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear.

Gortash's heart skipped a beat as Tav's words sent a wave of desire through him. The bulge in his pants twitched in anticipation.

As Tav pulled away, Gortash grinned. He had always been a troublemaker, and it seemed like he had finally found someone who could bring up his cock.

"Do your worst, pussy," Gortash scoffed threw the slick of blood that streamed down his face. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Without warning, she lunged forward and pressed her lips against his, tasting the metallic tang of blood mixed with alcohol. Gortash responded eagerly, his hands straining against the ropes that bound him. The sudden ache between her thighs and the thrill of it all clouded her better judgment.

Tav pulled away from the kiss with a sharp gasp, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked down at Gortash, his tired eyes pierced her own. Tav stepped back and circled around him, her hands running over the ropes that bound him.

"I saw your lingering look," Tav's voice echoed off the stone walls. "The longing in your eyes the day we met." Tav paused, her gaze fixed on Gortash's face. She could see the confusion and desire in his eyes as he struggled against the ropes.

His skin started to become raw from his constant tugging.

Tav then put her foot on his shoulder and pushed, forcing Gortash's back to press against the hard pillar. He winced in pain, but his eyes never left Tav's.

"I know you want me," Tav continued, her voice dripping with seduction. "But I also know that you're not the kind of man who gives in easily." She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "And that's what makes this oh-so painful for you."

Gortash's eyes widened in realization as Tav stepped back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She began to slowly unbutton her shirt, revealing more and more of her smooth skin with each button. Gortash's eyes followed every move, his heart racing with frustration.

"Fuck, show me more..." He whispered threateningly under her watch. “I want to ruin you.”

"You see, Gortash," Tav said, her voice low and sultry. "I have a proposition for you." She leaned in close once again, her lips just inches away from his. "If you can escape from these ropes," Her finger trailed along the rope that bound him. "Then I'll give myself to you willingly."

He struggled against the ropes. Tav's words were like a challenge, and he was determined to prove himself worthy. But the constant pulling only damaged his skin more.

"Well isn't this just unfair circumstances for me. I respect that." Gortash huffed out in annoyance. No way could he unbound himself but how could he be mad at her? Dirty games were his forte.

Her shirt was just barely showing her bare chest.

"You're just begging me to fuck you." Gortash scoffed with hearts practically in his eyes. “Please just — fuck. Let me loose.”

Tav had already stepped back, a playful smile on her face. "Looks like you'll have to try harder," she teased, tossing a small pocket knife at his knees, "You'll manage to get yourself out of this mess." She finally turned to walk away.

"Tav?"

Her footsteps echoed away and Gortash kept calling out Tav's name even adding in a 'Please'. Which was something he never did.

Gortash could only watch in frustration as Tav disappeared into the darkness, leaving him tied up. But a smile spread across his face and he realized that this was just the beginning of this dangerous and thrilling game.

~

Tav was out and about in town on her own. She wanted to shop for new clothes until she felt someone's hand wrap around her mouth. She was pulled into an ally and the Steel Watchers conveniently guarded the entrance, blocking anyone in.

She struggled against her attacker, but his grip was too powerful.

To her surprise, it was Gortash, pinning her body against the ally's brick wall.

Gortash's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her in place.

"You play quite the game, my dear," Gortash said, his breath hot against her neck. "And I finally have you now."

"Took you long enough, Lord Gortash." Tav mocked his name with a chuckle. Her heart raced under his hold but the excitement of challenging him was too fun.

Before she could say anything, Gortash's lips were on hers, kissing her roughly. His grip on her was strong and commanding. As he deepened the kiss, his hands roamed over Tav's body, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're mine now," Gortash growled against her lips. Tav's heart skipped a beat at his possessive words. She couldn't deny how sexy she found him in that low-cut shirt. His hands gripped her tits and ass.

Suddenly, Gortash's lips left hers and he moved down to her neck, kissing and biting her skin. Tav winced at the sharp pain, but couldn't deny moaning in pleasure. Fear and excitement coursed through her veins while Gortash continued to bruise her neck with his bites.

"You like that, don't you?" Gortash asked, his voice low and seductive. Tav could only nod in response, unable to form words as Gortash's lips and teeth continued to leave their mark on her.

Tav knew the consequences fucking Gortash but she couldn't escape his touch now. Not when she replayed their last encounter over In her head. It was so hard walking away from him that day and not fuck him.

Gortash was in Tav's head and she was in his.

Gortash reached down and unbuckled his belt, the sound of the metal clinking echoing in the ally. Tav's heart pounded in her chest and she watched him pull down his pants, revealing his thick, muscular thighs and large, erect cock.

Immediately Tav's face grew hot with intimidation by Gortash's size. Her mouth practically watered from the way it twitched every time he touched her.

Gortash turned to Tav and roughly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to him. He tugged down her pants, exposing her bare skin in such a public place. Tav could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she wanted this as much as he did.

Without any warning or preparation, Gortash placed his tip on the entrance of Tav's core. He pushed himself into Tav, causing her to wince in pain. She could feel his girth stretching her, and she could barely contain a whimper.

"God, you're so tight," Gortash growled.

Gortash didn't care about Tav's discomfort. He grabbed her hips, pushed her back against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

With a firm grip, Gortash began to thrust into her with a force that made her head spin. Tav could feel the roughness of his skin against hers, and she moaned out as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tav felt herself getting lost in his forceful pumps. Gortash's rough thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she surrendered to it.

"You're mine now, Tav. Mine to do whatever I want with." He snarled, his grip on her hips tightening.

"N-nghh, fuck - y-yes-" Tav hazily agreed, completely lost in the way he pumped in and out of her.

Fuck why was she even agreeing with him?

Gortash's movements became more and more forceful, and Tav could feel herself getting closer to the edge. Just as Tav let out a breathy yelp, his lips muffled over hers.

He snaked his tongue into her mouth and tasted every inch of her tongue in desperation. Their mouths harshly clashed with each other in a messy kiss.

Gortash groaned in pleasure, and she knew he was reaching his climax from the heat that exuded off his cock inside her.

With one final thrust, Gortash released himself inside of Tav, and she could feel the warmth of his seed filling her.

Tav collapsed onto his shoulders, breathing heavily as Gortash pulled out of her.

Tav held onto his body, exhausted and satisfied, and he slowly brought her down to her feet. His skin was dampened with their mixed sweat.

He leaned down and placed a rough kiss on Tav's forehead before whispering, "You are spared for now, but I expect you to come visit me at the palace."

Tav felt both terrified and excited for what was to come.

Any Thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

I want him so bad.

[mintytealfox]

Since mermay is just around the corner, have you ever considered a nortalice mermaid au? Imagine big merman norton saving alice from drowning at sea~

I wanted to draw this so BAD but my HAND WON'T LET MEEEEEEE so we are gonna have to just YAP about iiitttt~ Cause BOI do I have yummy notes for YOU 👀🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

OKAY

IMAGINE THE SHIP WRECKS that have GOLD AND GOODIES ON THEM 👀 Imagine who is gonna be RIGHT THERE to explore and pick through and collect anything remotely gold coded LOL That's right, our big boi merman Norton THAT IS WHO XD

Just the image of him prying open holes in the ship more so he can fit in there and dig around heh

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And the idea that Alice is diving on a particular wreck trying to solve what happened (and remember what happened, later realizing its this guy that saved her) there only for this giant merman smooshed in a room with valuables in his hands is staring at her LOL

Norton: 👁️👁️ Alice: 🧍

(my Thalassophobia could NOT HANDLE THIS LOOOOOOOL)

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BUT, Alice realizing that this merdude SAW what happened with the ship and wants to question him! So she sets up a time and place where they can speak and she promises to bring stuff that reminds him of gold for every meeting heh

BROOOO the IMAGE of Alice seated at the edge of a not so popular dock and Norton is just chillin in the water as he fiddles with the new gold looking item she just gave him while he thinks about how he is going to say this THING that has been on his mind. "you know....you remind me of gold...and...I would like to take you to where I keep all mine..."

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NOW AGNST LOL

The THOUGHT that Norton starts being hunted by poachers/ 'scientists' and he ultimately gets put in critical condition after being harpooned, only for his soul to move to a busted up big ol abandoned statue at the bottom of the ocean (FOOL'S GOLD FORM HEH) that he can now control and tries to bust Alice free from the ship she was being held captive in. Where the 'scientists' planned to use her as bait to catch Norton but also to keep her from her constant efforts to keep them achieving their dastardly goals.

hehehehehehe

I am sure I have MORE but this is what was at the top of my head heheheheheh

[askcapital]

Munday question be upon thee

BAM. Your blog is now in a highschool AU. Tell me about your cast. Are they popular? Play any sports? Favorite class? Are they known for anything? Whatever you can think of about them, I wanna know.

this is a fun one. SO

Capital would be a professor. a Physics professor in specific. a brilliant mind, very charismatic, but with a somewhat intimidating aura, and also the type of professor that'd make all the answers in a multiple choice test answer C, just to make students panic. :)

(if they weren't a professor, they'd be the effortless genuis that goofs off every class but somehow still gets As lmao)

Lyra would LOVE Capital's classes. she loves physics, and chemistry, and all things complicated. she's a pretty high-grading student, even if her daydreaming tendencies harm her in-class scores.

Charlotte's favorite classes are History, Geography and Art. she fucking hates Physics, not because she's that bad at it, but because she fucking hates Capital's guts. she finds them insufferable and their little gimmicks with test scores get on her nerves. she still does relatively well in their class, but she still haaaaateeeeees iiitttt

we don't talk about the Furfrou, so that leaves us with

Vela! they'd be new to the school, very shy and socialy anxious. you'd think they'd get bullied, but their class is chill, and if anything they were adopted by a group of extrovers who love them for who they are. they do well in their language classes, and love creative writing. they hate having to share what they do with the class though...

and for the askpharos cast:

Pharos would be the theater teacher

Cashmere would be the PE teacher

Bell Pepper would love the music class

Majesty would 100% want to be the main character in every stage play the school makes

[szollibisz]

tatiana 8 and 9 for character asks?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Ok, so I am equally as guilty of this as everyone else, but the worst crime people (including me) do is ignore her. Like ok, I have so many theories and hcs for her, but I just never end up posting them and I never make as much art for her as I should, but to me she's just as interesting as Curt and Owen. We get just as much if not more information about her as we do Owen, and we just do nothing with iiitttt I'm sorry. Like she was straight up raised to kill!! Fuck Curt never being able to leave US propaganda behind, my girl was RAISED TO KILL. IN STALIN'S SOVIET UNION. AND SHE LEFT IT ALL BEHIND FOR HER FAMILY!!! Fuck curtwen domestic ending au, She literally canonically went off the grid to get a domestic ending, AND SHE NEVER KNEW IT WAS ALL A LIE grrrr I am so crazy about her and I dooooon't talk about her enough. I'M SORRY WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

No, I'd fantasise too much about her killing me in my sleep and I'd just make things weird sorry

[emtulsa7]

I remembered Melody talking about her being in the Finding Neverland tour, and so I’m trying to find my playbill from when I saw the tour just so I can try to find her…BUT I CAN’T FIND IIITTTT!!!!

I KNOW I didn’t get rid of it! It’s around here somewhere I know it! 🤞🏼

I mean she probably is in it since there was only one tour, but I think it would be cool to see it myself 🤷🏼‍♀️

[lokisprettygirl]

Chapter 31...I don't know how you do it but with every chapter you make the journey of these two better and more adorable. Your writing is amazing because I had so much feelings (again) while reading...and the most prominent of them was the teenage girl inside of me that came to the surface and giggled the whole time

I'm so happy that y/n confessed her love again and that's what I've expected...she wants him, needs him and loves him. And that's what Loki deserves, he's a man made of flesh and blood, with a heart and a soul and I'm really glad that he now knows that he was never an option, a way out or a picked 'object' but the man with whom y/n fell in love very fast after she saw him for the first time.

'...because you are in there with me for every moment that I exist.'

Me: *sobbing* and *giggling* at the same time 🥲☺️

And as I expected she didn't forget how strong and self-confident Loki her already made and tought her to not treat herself selfdestructive anymore. Loki acted wrong, he made a mistake but people make mistakes and we can learn from our mistakes and of course you need a second or maybe just one last chance to show your beloved one your remorse and that you want to make things better in the future.

'You didn't fail Lo, you just made a mistake, I did too once but you forgave me...'

Loki deserves this chance, I think he learned his lesson well (like y/n too) and I'm sure he will do anything for his baby...and y/n for 'daddy'. ❤️‍🩹💚❤️

'...you knew you couldn't let go of his hand when all he wanted to do was hold it all life long'.

Love and be loved, forgive each other, talk to each other, care for each other...they have all ingredients for a healthy relationship and I hope they can work it out.

They still want to keep each other save and I'm still scared that they get caught. I hope Eric and Peter are around and close to them and help to prevent a disaster. 🥺

I don't know why but suddenly the scene came to my mind when y/n took the photo of Loki sleeping, all the text messages on her phone , now she is in Loki's room...what when anybody of this crappy family comes into possession of her phone? 😳

Y/n in Loki's shirt after showering is too cute... and when she used his bathroom she got a hint of what a 'normal ' life without lots of luxury and luxury items could be... maybe not too bad but definitely a big change for her. To be honest, I personally love to have nice cosmetic products and some luxury items and perfumes (no, I'm not rich) but good and nice products doesn't have to be expensive! She could get used to it.

I love the imagination of the family photo in his closet, he misses his family, the time when he was a kid and they were all together, it warms my heart and it also makes me melancholic.

'...a happy family, family that you never got to have, not for long anyways'

It's such a great loss for y/n and so sad.😭 Maybe, just maybe she can have a happy family with Loki one day. That's what I wish them.

Holy moly, what an imagination to get feed a piece of birthday cake by Loki and his hair dripping wet and slicked back 😏🤤🥵... okay, shirtless too would've been better but I don't want to be ungrateful 😉🤣🤣...and the torturing goes on...and I loooove iiitttt 😅😂😍

Will he give IT to her? Will he make her wish come true? We will taste see 👀😏. But somehow I wish he rejects y/n's greatest birthday wish 😅😂...don't ask me why 🤣🤣

Short but gorgeous chapter my Queen 👑 and you know....I love you 🥰💚

First of all thank you so much sweetness 🥺🥺😭💚 I try my best to make it fluffy

And yes definitely he deserves all the love he can get, people just fuck up sometimes you know, that doesn't make them a bad person but just another human.

And yes Loki's constant support for her has strengthened her confidence, she's not hopeless when she's with him and it's only because of him she has built the courage to run away and build a better life.

She have kept his photos etc safe but she needs to be careful about the messages and how she has saved his name 👀

Dripping hair slicked back remind me of this

And we will see if he'll finally allow her to have a taste of him 😜👀

[jessikahathaway]

Vegas, Baby - Part I

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Romance, Smut (Slow Burn)

Warnings: Explicit Language.

Summary: After four years, you have been let go from your job. Taking a chance you head to Vegas to make the best of a bad situation. A situation that only gets worse.

“Sorry Miss Y/N, but we are going to have to let you go,” your boss’ monotone voice echoed in your ears. 

Four years of your life, wasted. Not that you particularly enjoyed the job, but it paid your bills. And that was what counted at the end of the day. Now, what were you going to do? Your parents had already said your room was still yours if you needed to move back in. It was sweet of them really, but you didn’t want to move back in with them, you wanted your freedom and you wanted to be on your own. But what other options did you have without losing everything? 

“Your separation pay will come through at the end of the week,” your ears perked up. The separation pay would be a nice amount no doubt. This financial firm didn’t come without its perks. 

“Very good, sir. Thank you for four years,” you said, trying not to let the bitter tone enter into your voice. 

“You can show yourself out. See that your desk is cleaned out by the end of the shift,” he said, turning his back to you.

Quickly you let yourself out, heading toward your desk. 

“So, what did dickhead want?” Namjoon, your table mate, asked.

“I got canned,” you whispered, gathering up your stuff.

“What? No way, let me go in there,” he said, preparing to stand up before you stopped him.

“Joon, honestly, it’s fine. I’ve wanted to quit for a while anyways,” you confess.

“But, Y/N, it’s bullshit that they fire you. If that bimbo in the receptionist office can keep her job, you can too,” he said, fuming.

“Joon, seriously, I’m fine. Do you see me crying over it?” You asked, smiling.

“You’re sure you’re good?”

“I’m positive,” you answered.

“Okay, if you say so,” he responded.

“Just let me get my shit and blow this popsicle stand,” you said, grinning at him.

“Whatever you say, Y/N, I’ll miss you here,” he said, sitting back in his seat.

“You’re acting like you don’t have my number or something,” you said, laughing lightly.

“It won’t be the same without you here to annoy,” he said, giving you a dimpled smile.

“I know, you like to do that a lot,” you remarked, throwing a good natured glare his way.

“Well, I’m good at what I do then,” Namjoon stated.

“Which should be working, don’t need you following me out the door,” you said, sighing as you collected the remainder of your important items.

The rest could be left here, consider it a gift to the next unfortunate person who has to work here.

“Hey, text me okay?” He said, giving you a little wave.

“Will do, see ya Joon,” you said, returning the wave before heading towards the door.

—

Two weeks later you found yourself on a plane heading to Las Vegas.

How did you find yourself here? Well, it was a rather impulsive decision. But you and Namjoon had decided to take the rest of your earnings from your job and make a vacation out of it. You were taking a week in the US and spending time in Vegas to get a little wind in your sails before moving back in with your parents. 

Did that take what little wind you had in your sails out? Maybe, but that's besides the point. This was your way of giving the middle finger to your old job by blowing your money on something less than recommended. 

A trip to Vegas was exactly your soul needed after four years of behaving like a good little desk minion. Years of filing and coffee runs, all going to be blown to smithereens. Thank God for that too. You didn’t want to spend another minute thinking about what had been, only what was going to be the best week of your life. 

You had a couple friends that lived in the states, and you were going to meet up with them after landing and unpacking at your hotel. Jessi and Lily were waiting anxiously for you to arrive. 

Jessi: Bitch, I can’t believe you’re actually coming. After all these years of begging, pleading and what not, you’re dumbass comes here on a whim. But, still excited to see youuu xoxoxo.

YOU: R00D. I was working and busy with trying to further my career that capped off at a measly management position. Where the hell were you m8?

LILBITCH: Okay, it is like midnight here so can yall quit your yapping and do the sleep sleep? K thnx.

YOU: Sorry Lily, Jessi decided to be a boob in the group chat. Rest young one.

Jessi: ExCuSE? I Did NO SucH thInG?!?

YOU: You did! And are still doing it!

LILBITCH: Can yall argue in a separate thread plz?

Jessi: Nah, bugging you is wayyyy more entertaining.

LILBITCH: I pick the worst friends. Consider yourself disowned.

YOU: Children children, I come to bring peace to all four nations.

Jessi: The only thing you bring peace to is a party, and that’s what we’re going to fix while you’re here. You are going to get wasted and you are gonna like iiitttt >:(

LILBITCH: Jessi what are you even doing up?

Jessi: Sleep is for the weak.

LILBITCH: No, it’s for people. You know, who aren’t fucked in the head??

YOU: We gonna ignore the fact that she practically said I don’t know how to party?

Jessi: I am perfectly sane!

LILBITCH: Yeah right....

YOU: So we are ignoring that deep insult? K great. 

Jessi: Sorry Y/N, it’s just been so long since we’ve all been together like this I’m so excited. I’m gonna put you in my man stealing clothes and you’re gonna get dicked down while you’re here! Yasssss, I love my plan already.

YOU: THERE IS A CHILD IN HERE!

LILBITCH: Woman we’re both older than you. You’re the child. Who doesn’t know how to party apparently. 

YOU: And here I was thinking you loved me Lily. This hurts. This hurts deep.

Jessi: So, slutty clothes shopping here we come???

LILBITCH: I read the word shopping and I’m so down.

Jessi: yAS

YOU: Some of my dearest friends. Insult me then demand to dress me like a blowup doll? WTF??

Jessi: Not a blow up doll! Is there a tamer version of those Lily?

LILBITCH: I mean not really.

Jessi: You’ll be the sexiest blow up doll out there!

YOU: I don’t like this.

“Ladies and gentlemen we are beginning our ascent. Please silent all devices and buckle up! Thank you for choosing Korean Airways! Enjoy your flight!”

YOU: Well you two can think of more diabolical ways to get me laid and I will be none the wiser. See you girls soon. Love ya! <3

You shut your phone off and let your head rest against the cushioned seat. Letting the rumble of the cabin lull you to sleep.

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“Y/N!!!!” Jessi squealed as she came running for you. 

You’d slept most of the plane ride, but now you were stiff in the joints and her frame colliding with your own sent the two of you tumbling. 

“Oof, Jess! What the hell man, you’re gonna break me,” you whined as the older woman started squeezing the daylights out of you. 

“Alright pda couple break it up,” Lily’s voice filled your ears. 

You stood quickly and brought her into a hug too. 

“It’s good to see you,” you whispered, rubbing her back as you separated.

“Good to see you too, have you lost weight?” she asked, making you spin around for confirmation.

“Maybe maybe not, I wasn’t exactly eating the healthiest diet when I was at the firm so, maybe I just gained it in different places,” you laughed. 

There was a prickle on the back of your neck. Your guard went up and you looked around. But didn’t see anyone staring. Although, you were uncomfortable.

“Come on, let’s get going. We have a lot to do before tonight!” Jessi said, practically dragging you out of the terminal.

“Jesus Jessi I have ligaments and bones, those things can break you know!” you whined, but she didn’t relent. 

Climbing into the car you still felt a chill of fear run up your spine. But didn’t let it bother you. Right now was about you and your friends, not being a little paranoid after a long flight. Plus, you were abroad, there were tons of people around and that was more than likely throwing your radar off a little bit. 

“Okay, mall here we come!” Lily said with excitement in her voice. 

“But what about heading to the hotel to unpack?” you asked. 

“Oh, we cancelled your reservation. Did you know you saved almost a thousand bucks if you stay with me?” Jessi said.

“Huh? What do you mean? Guys I don’t wanna burden you!”��

“You aren’t going to be, our most recent roommate has vacated the room and left it in perfect condition. It can be yours if you decide you wanna stay for a while?” Lily suggested with a brow wiggle.

“You two are impossible,” you complained, leaning your head against the window.

“Impossibly smart,” Jessi narked. 

You sighed as you watched the cityscape pass you by. Jessi and Lily chatted about nothing it seemed like, but it was comforting that you all fell back into rhythm so quickly after so long of not seeing one another. It made your heart squeeze painfully at the thought of being apart. But you were here now, and that’s what mattered. 

Lily was telling you all about her work at the little cafe she co-owns. She handles the customer service end while her partner handles the more... businessy aspect. 

“And then one of my servers swears she saw a ghost of an old lady in the back room. The building used to be a house but now we have renovated it and turned it into the cafe like I’ve told you. But, I looked into it. And a lady did actually die in there in the fifties. How fucking crazy is that!? And, get this, if it hadn’t happened within the last ten years, the realtors don’t have to divulge that information. How fucked,” Lily sighs. 

Jessi pulls into the parking lot of a large shopping center and you girls all get out, wallets at the ready. 

Linking arms with them you smiled brightly and started walking towards the door. 

About an hour later, your feet were killing you and you hadn’t even tried anything on, much to the dismay of your friends. 

“Come on Y/N, you need to at least try one thing on in this next shop,” Jessi pleaded. 

“Why? I packed clothes you know?” you said, 

“And knowing you they won’t be attention getting enough,” Lily commented.

“Rude, you don’t know what I got,” you scoffed. 

Lily rolled her eyes and picked you up off the comfortable bench you had settled down on and now you were being dragged off of it like a leech of an arm. 

“Come on Y/N, I have the perfect place in mind,” Jessi announced, leading the pack towards another stylish little boutique. 

“If I try something on will you guys quit pestering me?” you whined out. 

“Maybe, depends on if we like it or not,” Lily’s voice rang in your ear. 

Somewhere, deep down, you knew letting them drag you to a shopping mall was a bad idea. But you hadn’t realized how bad until they had you dressed to the gills in sequins, sparkles and everything glittery. 

“Guys this stuff is itchy!” you said, itching your thigh, that was barely covered, for emphasis. 

“Oh come on, Y/N, you look great! It really shows off those curves!” Jessi complimented, spinning you around.

“I brought the same style of dress, but in a popping red color. It will compliment her eyes for certain,” the lovely assistant of the boutique said. Of course they were trained to reach for the priciest piece they had, and tell you it would look good on you. But hey, A for effort. 

“Oooh! Y/N, try it on, try it on!” Jessi yelled. 

“Shh, we are in a store!” you scolded. 

“God you’re worse than my mom,” Jessi rolled her eyes.

“Am not. I’m just trying to contain my two four year olds!” you said exasperated.

“As the youngest isn’t it your responsibility to be rambunctious. Getting into all kinds of trouble?” 

“That’s what we’re here for Lily, she’s had a stick up her ass for too long called adulting,” Jessi teased.

“Remind me why I’m friends with you again?” you asked, teasing right back.

Jessi just laughed and went to go peruse the racks again. Lily snuggled up beside you and wrapped her arms around you tightly. 

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Smiling you gave her a tight hug. “I missed you guys too.”

Jessi came back with a sexy white number that has cut off sleeves that draped off your shoulder elegantly and it was a little longer than the others they’d thrown you in during that afternoon.

Seeing your eyes looking at the dress with interest, Jessi knew she had won. 

 “Wanna know the best part?” Jessi asked, raising a perfectly sculpted brow in your direction.

“What?” you asked. 

“It was on the sale rack!” she smirked. 

“Okay give it here,” you said, holding your hand out. Jessi smiled and plopped the dress in your hand without hesitation. 

You shuffled into the dressing room and pulled the garment on. You looked at yourself in the mirror and almost fell over. This wasn’t you. The girl looking back at you was a beautiful woman, someone with poise and elegance. Or was that what the dress conveyed? Because you felt almost empowered in this dress...

“Okay, show us what you got!” the girls said, waiting for you outside the dressing room.

Stepping down onto the floor the girls were silent. 

“Well?” you asked, feeling a little self conscious at all their staring. 

“Y/N, if you don’t buy that dress then I will and force you into it tonight,” Jessi said, still staring.

“Does it look alright?’ you asked, tugging at the fabric.

“Yes now quit fidgeting! We’re trying to figure out what shoes, make up and hair we need to do,” Lily said, settling your hands at your side. 

“I think a red pump,” Jessi said, running off to one side of the store.

“And a red lip to match!” Lily echoed. 

“I love the way you think,” Jessi said back.

You looked down at your bare feet on the floor and sighed. 

“I don’t know, should we go clubbing tonight? I just got here and kinda want to-”

“Not bail out on us and have the fun you wanted to have by coming to Vegas?” Lily offered. 

You sighed and rubbed your face. Jessi came back with a crimson red pair of heels that already made your feet hurt. But you decided to quiet down and just enjoy the time you had with your friends. It was so nice to bicker with them and laugh, it really made your heart soar to be here with them. Even if they were forcing you into some uncomfortable shoes. At their cores, they were great girls, and you were so lucky to have them in your life. 

“There, see how it lengthens your legs?” Jessi pointed out. 

“See how it will destroy my ankles?” you said back.

They just laughed and you guys took everything to the checkout counter. The clerk cashed you out and you ladies were on your way. 

“I’m so glad you bought the shoes too! They look so killer with that dress, and we’re going to make you the prettiest thing at the club tonight! Not that you need much help,” Lily smirked, linking her arms with yours.

You shoved her a little but walked down the hall with her happily.

Until you felt that chill that had run down your spine earlier, reappear. You stopped in your tracks and turned, certain that someone was watching you. But no one was there... It made unease churn in your stomach. Jessi seemed to notice your hesitation and came over beside you. 

“Something wrong?” she asked, trying to look in a similar direction as you.

“No no, it’s nothing. I’m fine,” you smiled weakly, going to move forward.

“If you’re sure,” Lily answered, following close behind.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

After that you only went to one more department store and found nothing of interest, so you guys decided to call it. Walking back to the car, Jessi ran ahead to make sure that it was unlocked. Lily and you walked at an even pace, just enjoying each other's company.

Loading everything into the car you took off down the road for Jessi and Lily’s house.

Slowly, the sensation of being watched faded from your mind. And the three of you went back to your bickering and teasing. 

Finally, you pulled into the driveway. 

Jessi and Lily were quick to help you with your luggage, making sure everything got into the spare bedroom. And then, the work began. 

“Babe, we love you, but you gotta take a shower,” Jessi said, pinching her nose for effect.

“Rude, I literally took a shower before I boarded the plane,” you told them.

“Yeah, and you smell like plane and food court, so go. Cleanse thyself,” Lily commented, looking at her phone.

“Fine fine,” you agreed, heading towards the bathroom. 

Jessi handed you the dress and some undergarments and went into the kitchen. 

The hot water felt heavenly on your body, washing off the grim of travel and shopping. It was nice. The foamy soap on your head invigorating you. You shaved every part of your body known to man, and woman to be honest. 

But when you stepped out of the shower. Instead of the normal underwear you had picked out, was something else. 

Sorry, but we had to burn those granny panties. Wear this instead! We bought them today while you were busy being one with the bench. We know they’ll fit you!

Jessi & Lily

“Those little shits!” you exclaimed, looking down in despair at your underwear option now. 

Pink lacy panties were set on the bathroom counter. How did you not even hear them come in!? You looked at the bra and were certain that you’d be able to see a nipple through the lace that was supposed to be covering your shit. But apparently the quest to get you laid was a serious endeavor in their minds. So, to humor them, you put on the garments. That, in fact, fit perfectly.

“Those creeps,” you shuddered, wondering how your friends had known your exact size.

Pulling on the dress you bought earlier, you marveled at yourself in the mirror. You looked really good. And just as before, you felt as if you could conquer the world, in just this dress. But, you knew the only thing you’d conquer was maybe a bar scene, which would work. For now.

Walking out you found the nasty culprits of the underwear heist sitting around a vanity full of makeup.

“Wanna tell me why I’m wearing underwear that barely covers anything?” you said, venom in your tone.

“Because you put it on,” Jessi said, with a smirk.

“You guys are so fucking nosy,” you whined, throwing your headback in a mock tantrum.

“We aren’t nosy enough, when was the last time you got dicked down?” Jessi asked, suddenly serious.

Scandalized you made a squeak of discomfort. 

“Wh-Why the sudden curiosity??” you asked.

“Because, we gotta know how out of practice you are,” Lily said, as if it were obvious.

“I’m not out of practice!” you shrieked. 

“So it was recently then?” Jessi smiled. 

“No! I mean-shut up!” you cried.

“When was the last time Y/N,” Lily said calmly.

“Three years ago,” you huffed, crossing your arms in defense.

The two girls almost choked. 

“THREE YEARS!?” Jessi screamed.

“I’m right here, there’s no need to scream,” you said.

“BUT Y/N, THAT’S THREE YEARS,” Jessi yelled again.

“I can tell time, Jessi,” you commented.

“How? You’re practically a nun,” Lily snorted.

“I am not!” you defended.

“Sweetheart, listen we are doing this out of love,” Jessi shushed you, cradling you to her chest. “We will help you. Sit down.”

“This is all very offensive, just so ya’ll know,” you said, pointing to them with an accusing finger.

“Shut up and sit down,” Lily said, grabbing her hair appliances. 

You settled into silence, letting the girls do whatever they wanted to you. You found it was easier this way than fighting with them the whole time. As much as you loved them, these girls were bossy and pushy. But, you wouldn’t have them any other way. They helped even you out, making sure you got out there and did have some fun in your life. 

Lily was in the process of doing your hair and styling it the way she thought would work the best, while Jessi was deeply focused on doing your makeup. You saw the crimson colored lipstick come out and knew it was as Lily recommended earlier.

Jessi painted it on your lips with a precision that was awe inspiring. You just stayed still and let them continue their work. Enjoying the transformation happening before your eyes. Before, you were a nervous little office worker. Now, you were a girl on a mission. What mission was still to be decided, but it made you feel powerful. Not saying that you didn’t feel powerful without it, but it was nice to get dressed up every once in a while and to feel sexy. 

Lily put down the hair products and smiled at her work. 

“You look fucking hot,” she pointed out. 

“Don’t make her smile. I'm working on the concealer around her lips,” Jessi whined.

“Sorry sorry, just, she’s really beautiful,” Lily smiled. 

“We been knew,” Jessi smirked. 

“Right right,” Lily said, going to gather the tights and shoes.

“Thanks Jessi,” you said as you stood up, stretching lightly.

You felt a light smack to your butt and you smiled back at her. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” she giggled. 

“Alright ladies, we need to make a game plan for the night!” Lily announced as she walked back into the room.

“What do you mean?” you asked, raising a brow at her. 

“Who wants to get laid, who wants to wing woman and who wants to be the sober one,” Lily said.

“Well, Y/N is the getting laid one,” Jessi confirmed.

“Did you ask Y/N if she wants to get laid?” you asked, pointing to yourself.

“Fine, Y/N, do you not want me to find you a fine specimen of man that could knock your socks off in the bedroom?” Jessi said.

“Well... I mean, it’s not that I don’t want that but...”

“But what?” Lily asked, coming to sit next to Jessi.

“I’m shy, I don’t really attract people. I’m more of a hang out in the corner until I’m drunk enough to approach someone type of gal,” you said, biting your lip.

“Don’t ruin my hard work,” Jessi warned. 

“Sorry, nervous habit,” you answered, stopping the action quickly.

“Y/N, it’s all up to you, we don’t really have to go out but I thought this is what you came here for? To let loose and have some fun before moving back with your parents. But if all you wanna do is have a girls week then we can do that too... But, honestly you look amazing and any guy would be lucky to get with you,” Lily said. 

You thought it over. 

This is what you came here for. To let loose like she said. But now that it was happening you were retreating into office worker Y/N, not the badass you wanted to be for at least a week. So, you didn’t see the harm in getting laid. Honestly, it might get some of the pent up stress out of your system, and that sounded great.

“No, you guys are right. I wanted to come here to be free for a while. What’s the point in hiding in the corner when I can be the center of attention for once in my life. I say, let’s do it,” you said, confident.

Jessi squealed excitedly and clapped her hands. 

“Yes! We are gonna be the best wingwomen you’ve ever seen Y/N! We’ll pick a great one out for you,” she said.

“She also has eyes, Jessi, she might find the one,” Lily chastised. 

“Yes, yes sorry,” she said, shuffling through her closet in disinterest.

“Okay, so Jessi and I are both going to be wingwoman. It’ll be a shared effort so we can pick the best guy,” Lily announced. 

“Right,” you said. 

“But like Lily said, you have eyes. If you find someone you’re vibing with, let us know!” Jessi said back. 

“Okay,” you agreed.

The rest of the evening was spent making out rules and exchanging safety measures to make sure no one got hurt or left behind.

This was going to be very fun.

[maskedinstructor]

ARISTA PARENTS...                THERE ARE ARISTA PARENTS and then THERE ARE AAAARISTA PARENTS.

YOU REMEMBER HOW THIS ALL STARTED, YES? I HAD SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT REVEALING MY GREATEST BLUNDER AS AN ADMINISTRATOR. I TOOK COMFORT IN THE FACT THAT WE ALL HAVE THEM. Ah, hell! some of you , the lucky ones, have had worst days than mine. I do believe that I have held on to this long enough. Besides, what doesn’t kill you, surely almost will. You feel like feces for a long, long, long time. You will want to destroy all evidence of your folly.That being impossible, you will hope no one recalls the disaster. However, everybody will will look at you with a smirk on his face for a long, long, long time. Somehow, you survive it all and live to express your sentiments on social media. FFFFUUUUUGGG  IIITTTT!

I walked Megan 2 Stallion toward my office. She was loud and boisterous all the way . I did not want to be alone in the office with that woman. She sensed something was amiss. “What’s the matter ? Are you scared? You feeling inadequate ?You can’t handle this can you?” I was so angry in that moment that I could feel the sweat rolling down my legs. Well, I was praying it was perspiration. 

“ Shut the damn door and let’s get busy !”

I slammed the door and she burst into laughter. Well, I finally got a reaction... First of all, you have a Judas on your staff. I know that no principal has a policy that would require pupils to urinate on themselves. Someone on your faculty deliberately refused bathroom access to my child to embarrass you, Possibly get you fired. Who the hell knows? Then when I heard the name of the teacher, I realized exactly what the purpose was. I had a dust-up with her last year. She  definitely should NOT  be in a school teaching Black children. She is color blind.She sees nothing honorable or genius in the color ebony. I came in blasting because I wanted the entire school to believe that she had achieved her goal. All that screaming and cursing were designed not at you. I just had to stir things up somewhat. Now you are aware. Continue to do your job. I and the PTA will handle Mrs. Witch. 

Fortunately for the Masked Instructor  I had a faculty bulletin on the bathroom procedures. It clearly stated that children will follow these new bathroom privileges and procedures. I recounted for the faculty that when I arrived at the school as its instructional leader, there were so many children in the corridors that I was literally stepping over them. In certain classrooms as soon as one student returned to class another would raise her hand and the teacher would allow that second student to leave also. Thus it was a constant pee-rade ...PUN INTENDED. The bulletin detailed the new procedures. with the following aviso. These new rules are not written in stone. They have been instituted because in all my years as a teacher and administrator, I have found that students do learn more in class than in the toilet. However, if some students have a medical condition and proof of same, they are permitted to go to the lavatory as often as necessary. If a student has petitioned you for bathroom access and you said no, Please check said student for wriggling, bouncing and foot tapping . If his color changes from a rich brown to purple, that student should be allowed to go. Finally, if you hear a murmur or a cry for help from the ancestors in the area of the classroom in which you recently refused a student, without further investigation, grant permission. We are here to provide knowledge not to punish.

That’s wonderful on paper...BUT, the bitches are charge of the asylum. They are torturing the children so that you will get fired. Please listen to me. I know what’s happening. If we don’t solve this problem soon, you WILL be on the unemployment line. 

At that moment , she had my full attention...

[daybreakx]

I've been waiting for this Game of Thrones diary you don't understand. I WANT TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS

Okay I’ve only watched two episodes but here we go, also this is gonna have a lot of rambling🤭

First of all, I did my best to look through the Houses, I read the intros on the DVD and also a bit of the info on the book, though i’m pretty sure i’m gonna mix somebody up at some point.

Now on the first episode, five minutes in and there’s someone already being decapitated I’m like HOLD ON WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTEEEED. I am very excited about getting to know the White Walkers tbh, I just want magic and fantasy please😭

I want to punch Daenerys’ brother so fucking bad, he annoys me so much and when he technically sells her and says he would let all the Drogo’s men have their way with her, I just 😤😤  he infuriates me, thank you.

When Sansa was all whiny about how handsome Joffrey is I was like, gurl is you blind or— and then on the next episode too when she goes to take a walk with him or whatever and that whole scene by the river with Arya. I want to punch Joffrey too like, he’s so fucking annoying ughhhhh. And then the poor wolf has to pay 😭😭

The rest of the Starks are fine tho, so far. I think Robb is super handsome but that’s beside the point😂 

Also I was like Jon don’t do iiitttt, when he started talking about going to the Wall.

The Lannisters oml, I already knew the thing between Cersei and Jamie (who I also think is very handsome, like why is this series full of pretty people, like Emilia Clarke and Sophie Turner, again, beside the point) but when Bran sees them I still went WHAT THE FUCK? That’s just messed up, just like Drogo and Daenerys’ relationship, I’m like NOPE. I think Tyrion is funny tho, like idk I love when he slaps Joffrey.

I am enjoying it so far! There is a looooot of things I have to learn but I am exciteddd. I legit just want more magic and things like that to start (please tell me there are things like that). Also I am still trying to stay away from choosing a character because they’re gonna die, I can feel it. 

OH also this is very stupid😂😂 but the first time Ned said ‘Winter is coming’ I was like, “I know that memeee!” 

[jazzblogsabout]

Hey, Pearl...

I think you might be a lil bit gay for Steven’s mom. Just a guess.

This is such a wholesome conversation going on right now, but I really can’t get over Garnet and Amethyst trying to get that giant axe through the door in the background

AWWW omg

Like I know it’s funny bc he looks like a total doofus right now, but it’s adorable to see him react that way to being told he looks like his mother sometimes. He wants so badly to be like her, even though he doesn’t even really know who she was. He’s just so overwhelmed with joy hearing that from Pearl. I love iiitttt

I mean... Yes, you could do that... Or you could put your dang sword Lion gave you in it, and just use that?

[deardeartaylorswift]

Speak Now means so much to me because I discovered Taylor let’s say halfway through the Fearless era, so Speak Now era was the first one that I got to be super excited about, patiently waiting for its release.

Also, how powerful that I had just known Taylor for maybe a couple of years and then she releases a 100% self written album? 

And I’ve always been a sucker for the whole magical kinda vibe and ya’ll know Speak Now was iiitttt, and don’t even get me started on the tour!!! I remember I couldn’t wrap my head around how cool her stage was?! SO different from everything I had seen before. 

wqefqbweiufhpqwuiednpwendpuwqiehfquw 

@taylorswift I love you and I’m so grateful I got to grow up with you.

[minttangerines]

AN UPDATE? LETS GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah, Jin. You fancy bitch. I will never get enough of rich Jin. And he brings up wanting a relationship. We stan a mature king! But are you available for a relationship sir? You can wear a suit and cook a family recipe but where will you be on Thursday nights for WWE wrestling? Hopefully by our side and correcting us as we expect to see Gold Dust and the Undertaker.

THE HARRY POTTER REFERENCE!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Jungkook, you motherfuck. I think that should be declared cheating and he receives a handicap for the next round. And you brought the bodychain into this too? Bitch. (Jungkook, not you Sunny darling)

Oh. No. Oh no. No. No. No. JINNIFER! THIS IS NOT YOUR WHEELHOUSE!

But that treasure trail though 👀

STAHPPPPP IIITTTT!!!!! HE’S BLIND WITHOUT THEM!!! COME HERE YOU SEXY LITTLE BAT!!!!!

JIN DON’T BE A WEENIE! TAKE OUT YOUR PEENIE!!!!

Bring up dessert one more time sir and we’re locking ourselves in the bathroom with the tart.

Okay so I will fully admit that I thought he was going to put on the soundtrack from Harry Potter and then once he does what he does, I thought he was going to hum a song from Super Mario. I... leave me alone please.

You know he consulted with Yoongi about this. He probably gave him song recommendations. 

YES JIN! SHOW ME THOSE 4 EYES 🤓

“So… do you want to stay?”

FUCK YEAH WE STAYING!!!!

Overall review: I really like how sex positive you make OC and friends. She knows what she wants and lets herself have it. Since Jin became an actual option, someone people could say that OC needs to reign in it with the physical affection with the two but nah. We’re all consenting adults.

Jin has this older man trying to get back into the dating pool thing that I’m digging. He’s so dorky that its something that could be loved or hated in old age. But he also seems like he’s just fully ready for the wife and kids part of life. If things don’t go well between them then things are going to get awkward with Yoongi and Jennie. Ugh! The wedding!

Jungkook is a menace but an exciting one. Yeah he’s suave and artistic but how long will that last? We’ve barely peeled this onion. I’m excited to see more. What would he have done if OC didn’t admit to being with Jin? 

As of right now, I’m only team Jisoo because I want her to get Taehyung and Jimin. I can’t decide between Jungkook and Jin right now. 

You always bring laughter to my life with your writing and brighten up my pandemic experience. 

Paradise | JJK - Six

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), hand job, dirty talk, orgasm denial, sort of a soft dom situation going on, Jungkook is a tease, Jin is a tease, I feel like I should warn you that Jin wears glasses in this chapter, oh and Jungkook wears the PTD On Stage body harness so y'know - caveat lector

Word Count: 7.1k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: It's been two months since the last chapter dropped and it feels so good to be back! This is the longest chapter yet and honestly was primed to be even longer but I decided to chop it. I think I picked a good place to end it. You'll have to let me know if you agree!!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

Previous Chapter ♦ Masterlist

The high rises in Jin’s neighborhood stretch endlessly into the evening sky. As you exit the subway station, emerging into the upscale part of town where Jin lives, you try not to let their astounding heights intimidate you.

You’re not very successful.

Obviously, Jin’s thriving. The man travels constantly and seems to spend most of his days in meetings for various business projects. But what that really meant hadn’t hit you until right now. He must be doing incredibly well if he can afford to live here, among these towering monoliths shining in the neon light of the bustling city.

Jin’s apartment is near the top of the building, so the elevator ride is a long one. Which is unfortunate, because it gives you time to think. And thinking usually leads to nervousness. Even though you’ve been out with Jin several times before tonight, you still feel that rush, the buzz of anticipation and anxiety.

Clutching your phone, you reread the messages again.

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (3:31): Can’t wait to see you later

Seokjin 👨‍🍳 (3:31): I’m going to earn this tonight 🏆

That little trophy made you laugh at first, but the longer you stared at it, the longer you wondered - just how seriously are these guys taking this? Both he and Jungkook made it sound like you dating them both is some sort of game, but you figured they were joking. Jin’s text now has you considering if maybe they’re a little too into it.

The idea of the two of them duking it out for your affections worried you mere hours ago, when you informed the group chat about your upcoming dates. At the time, all you could think about was how stressful this might be, and how messy it could possibly get. You scroll back through the group chat now, to remind yourself what Jisoo said.

Queen Ji 👑 (1:42): They’re adults. They know what they signed up for

Queen Ji 👑 (1:43): So don’t stress. Enjoy yourself tonight. And tomorrow

Her words bring you comfort. Taking a deep breath, you relax your shoulders as the elevator arrives at Jin’s floor. You’re going to keep things light tonight. Casual. Just enjoy the moment. And try not to think about your other date tomorrow.

But as you walk down the hallway, something else occurs to you. If Jin and Jungkook are really going to compete, that means they're probably going to pull out all the stops, right? Do their best to impress you.

To please you.

You come out of your reverie as Jin opens his door. Only to fall head first directly into another one.

Jin’s hosting a dinner date at his apartment, what you’d assumed to be a casual affair, but he appears to be dressed for the red carpet. He wears a sharply tailored black suit, silky black tie popping against a crisp white shirt, hair swept off his face to show off his handsome forehead and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that are perched on his perfect nose. He’s stunning, standing there looking like the lead in some romantic movie as he smiles warmly at you.

“Uhhh…” you greet him ever so eloquently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get the formalwear-only memo.”

“Yah, sorry, I had a meeting this afternoon that ran long.” Jin laughs as he bends to kiss your cheek. “You look beautiful.” A wave of goosebumps flows down your neck.

Unsure what exactly to wear tonight, you’d settled on a summery dress, one of your favorites, wanting to be comfy but cute. Your personal motto.

Jin steps back, gesturing for you to enter.

“Holy shit!” No wonder Jennie called this place a ‘panty-dropper.’ Jin’s apartment is ridiculously luxurious. Pristine white walls, shiny marble floors, windows that run from ceiling to floor. Since he’s on the corner of the building, there’s an amazing nearly panoramic view of the city below.

The open concept space is divided by furniture into a living room, dining room, and kitchen. The furniture is sleek and modern. Pendant lighting hangs from the ceiling, plush rugs decorate the floors, and there is artwork everywhere.

“I know, this place is a little ostentatious,” Jin acknowledges sheepishly as he guides you towards the kitchen. “My accountant said it would be a good investment.”

The other rooms are impressive, but the kitchen is an absolute dream. No wonder he chooses to film his cooking show from home. Spotless stainless steel appliances, double oven in the wall, gas range, an island that honestly could be described more accurately as a continent - even someone with your limited-to-nonexistent culinary skills is completely dazzled by the extravagance of the space.

“It’s spectacular. No shame in flaunting what you’ve earned.” You sit on a leather stool at the island, crossing your bare legs. Something is simmering on the stove and it smells fantastic, immediately driving any thoughts about the apartment’s opulence out of your mind. “Is that dinner?”

“Mmmhmm,” he replies, attending to the bubbling pot. “Haemul kalguksu. I’ve already got some other dishes waiting on the table. And something delicious for dessert, of course.”

“Sorry, can you repeat that? I couldn’t hear over the ‘whoosh’-ing sound of my mouth filling with a tidal wave of saliva.”

Jin cackles, that silly squeaky laugh echoing in the cavernous room as he peels off his suit jacket and lays it carefully across a stool. “Very descriptive. Perhaps a little too much so.”

“Thanks, I try.”

“What can I get you to drink?” he inquires. “I’m not much of a mixologist, but I make a mean old fashioned, if you like whisky.” He rolls his sleeves up, pushing the stiff white material of his shirt up over his sinewy forearms, like he’s ready to get down to serious business.

Forget the soup, Jin right now is a whole meal and you’re suddenly absolutely starving. It’s good that the food smells so delicious, because it’s the perfect excuse if you start drooling.

“That sounds perfect.”

As he prepares your drinks, muddling the sugar, his glasses slip down his nose slightly, catching your attention.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses. I don’t think I’ve seen them in any of your videos?”

He nudges them back into place with one long finger. “I usually wear contacts, but they were bothering me today.”

“You should wear them more often.” You prop your chin in your hand, grinning at him. “They’re cute on you.”

The tips of his ears flush as he strolls around the island, handing you your drink. “I’ll ask you to please pass along that comment to my agent. He calls me Harry Potter whenever he sees me in them. Told me not to wear them on camera.” He pauses to take a sip. “He claims they make my face ‘less marketable.’”

“Are you serious?” The whisky warms your chest as you laugh. “I think your agent needs to get his vision checked. There’s no way that face couldn’t net subscribers or sell a million products, glasses or not. If this were ancient Greece, someone would’ve launched a thousand ships over you by now.”

Jin cocks his head. “Are you comparing me to Helen of Troy?”

“You know your mythology,” you beam.

“And you know just how to flatter me,” Jin grins, tilting your face up and brushing his mouth against yours. You taste the sweetness of the cherry from his cocktail as you lick your lips.

He straightens up, his hand skimming softly down your arm, and you’re not sure if the shiver that rolls through you is from his touch or from the look in his eye.

“Uh. Sorry. I shouldn’t leave that boiling for too long.” He returns to the stove and as much as you want to protest, you are here for a dinner date. Probably not a good idea to distract the chef too much.

Of course, if dinner ends up ruined, there’s always takeout. A thought you keep in the back of your mind as you watch Jin at work, broad shoulders rippling under his starch white button-down.

“Is there anything I can help with?” you ask politely, hoping he’ll say no. You know your strengths. You’re more likely to be in his way than to be of any use.

“Nah, I’m almost done here. If you’ll grab my drink and go take a seat at the table, I’ll be right over.”

The dining table, a solid slab of dark wood, is already laden with side dishes that have your mouth watering. Jin joins you a minute later with a large pot of soup, pouring you a bowl piled high with seafood and vegetables. You both dig in, and for several minutes, the only sounds in the apartment are the two of you chewing and you repeatedly humming “Mmmmm” with nearly every bite to Jin’s delight.

The kalguksu is like no kalguksu you’ve ever had. Rich broth, tender noodles, perfectly balanced flavors - delicious doesn’t begin to cover it. You wish it would cool faster, but not enough to actually wait for that to happen. As it is, you’re not eating it as quickly as you’d like because you’re in the presence of another person. If you were alone, you’d be shoveling it into your mouth like a human backhoe.

It’s times like this that you reflect on what a total catch you are.

“Jin,” you begin, when you finally take a break from eating to breathe, “this soup is unbelievable. Did you make these noodles yourself?”

“Of course. What kind of chef would I be if I invited you over for dinner and then used store-bought ingredients?” He pretends to be offended, one hand held over his heart.

You shrug. “An economical one?”

“I suppose. But I’m happy to have a reason to make a meal like this for once. Not as much fun cooking for one.”

“Mmm, can’t quite relate, since the extent of my cooking is usually warming up leftover takeout, but… I think I get it. Why put in the effort if it’s just for yourself?” You grin. “Except, this is absolutely incredible. If I could make something like this, I think I’d make it all the time.”

“Well, if you want, I could show you how.” Jin leans forward across the table. “If you’d like.”

His voice is slightly husky and that look is back in his eye as he gazes at you. You swallow your whisky with a loud gulp, and he smirks.

Another smirk flashes through your mind, and you glance away.

“Private cooking lessons from a world-famous chef?” You hold out your arm and pinch it. “Nope, I’m not dreaming.” Your nose scrunches. “Wait, you didn’t say ‘for free.’”

“Of course for free!” he laughs. “I’m just saying. The offer stands if you want to take it.” He helps himself to more pajeon. “If you need a personal reference, ask Yoongi. I’m the one who taught him everything he knows. Well, a lot of it, anyway.”

Forget the travel and the worldwide fame, that’s a claim worth bragging about. Yoongi’s a fabulous cook, something you’ve been blessed to discover over the years, from the late night post-bar broke student feasts he’d miraculously whip up at his apartment in college to the chic dinner parties Jennie loves to host now. True, you grudgingly attend those, but that has nothing to do with the food. You usually leave each party with a ton of yummy leftovers.

“You know, the more I get to know you, the more I’m shocked that you and Yoongs are so close. You’re such opposites! He’s so reserved, so deadpan, and you’re so -”

“Loud and awkward? Clownish?”

Your lips twitch mirthfully. “I was going to say, cheerful and open. From those suggestions, I’d worry about your self-esteem, except I’m pretty sure someone who refers to himself as ‘Worldwide Handsome’ doesn’t need any help in that department.”

Jin sighs, ladling more soup into his bowl. “I knew telling you that story would come back to bite me one day.”

In between more servings, the two of you chat about your weeks. Even with multiple trips that forced you out of your apartment, yours was still boring in comparison to Jin’s packed schedule of filming new episodes, meeting with potential sponsors, and overseeing his restaurant plans. How does he manage to get so much done? Some days, it feels like just logging in to work takes too much effort.

Eventually, sated, you push your bowl away with a contented sigh. Jin reaches for your empty glass. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please.” Swiveling in your chair, you watch him play bartender. Again, those forearms are so distracting, keeping you preoccupied as he mixes up another round. “So… why cooking?”

“Why cooking?” Jin echoes, looking up from his muddling.

“Yeah, you know,” you wave your hand vaguely, “what made you decide to become a chef?”

“Ah. Uh, well, my parents both loved to cook. Growing up, I’d hang out in the kitchen with them while they made dinner. It almost seemed like magic, what they could do. I always watched so closely. When I got old enough, they started teaching me.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely.”

“Yeah.” Jin stares unseeing at the glass in his hand, lost in thought, a soft smile on his lips. “Dinner tonight was a family recipe. I remember the first time they showed me how to make the noodles. I did a terrible job of rolling them out and they were these hard little lumps of dough, barely edible, but they still said it was the best they’d ever had.”

“How sweet!” you coo, picturing a tiny Jin rolling noodles, getting flour everywhere, beaming with joy when his parents tell him well done. It’s an adorable image.

“When I realized I could go to culinary school and make a career out of what I loved doing, there was no second guessing.” He hands you your drink as he rejoins you at the table.

“And now you teach others, too, with your show. That’s beautiful.” You sip your whisky. “I wish I had a cute memory to offer to explain how I ended up in my field, but it all came down to having a knack for stats. Not much of a story.”

Jin swirls his old fashioned, watching the ice bounce against the sides of the tumbler. “Permission to get a little cheesy?”

“Always granted.”

“To me, cooking is an act of love. It’s a way of caring for someone, by providing for them.” The sincerity in his words matches the look in his eyes as he speaks. “Teaching is a way of sharing that love, too. I’m lucky that I get to do that. Wouldn’t trade it for the world. But…” He chuckles quietly, shaking his head as he trails off.

“What? But what?”

Jin studies your face for a moment. You’re hanging on his every word, and that seems to encourage him to continue. “What I really want is to share that knowledge, that love, with someone. Not an audience. One person.”

It’s ludicrous to search for any sort of meaningful intent behind his words. Or wish for one. You’ve only just started dating.

But.

For two seconds, you picture it. What it’d be like to walk through that door and find him standing at the stove, maybe wearing a little apron that says “Kiss the Cook” or “Hey Good Lookin’” or something else silly and sweet, greeting you after a long day with a drink and a recipe ready to go. To feel his arms around you as he demonstrates how to properly knead dough, chin resting on your shoulder, grin on his lips as he rewards you with a kiss. To share that magic, that love together.

It’s an intoxicating little fantasy, made all the more so by the lavish surroundings you find yourself in and the gorgeous man sitting across from you, ears flaming red as he stares at his drink.

Reason catches up to you and politely requests that you slow down, maybe back up the moving trucks. There’s no need to rush anything. Light. Casual.

Focus on the moment.

Jin clears his throat, bringing you back to reality. “Like I said, cheesy.”

“I don’t think it’s cheesy at all.”

He smiles shyly, rubbing his neck. “Anyway, back to more important matters. Like dessert.”

“Oooh, yes, please!” You clap your hands. “What are we having?”

“Nothing fancy. Just a chocolate honey almond torte with fresh cream and strawberries.”

“Oh, right. So not fancy.”

Jin starts to clear the table, and you jump up to help. He tuts, waving you away. “No, no, you’re my guest. Go have a seat in the living room and I’ll bring dessert out in a few minutes. Just gotta clean a few of these pots first - I can’t stand dirty dishes in my sink.”

You don’t even bother to feign a protest. Grabbing your drink, you stroll around Jin’s living room as he cleans, admiring the view. The city skyline shimmers around you, bright lights gleaming against the darkening summer sky, calling to mind your date at Dionysus.

“Either your bag is possessed or you’re getting a text,” Jin calls out, pointing to where your clutch rattles on the kitchen island.

“Probably Jennie being nosy,” you sigh, grabbing your bag. Or Lisa begging for details. Or possibly Rosé trash talking Jin. Anyone except Jisoo, who you know is out on a date of her own with Taehyung. Or was it Jimin? Fuck, maybe it was both.

“Tell her I said hi,” Jin chuckles as you stroll back into the living room, glancing at your phone.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:02): hey

Or it’s your neighbor.

(9:04): Hey

(9:04): Aren’t you at work?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:05): yeah, worked a day shift for the guy i swapped with

Jungkook 🦌 (9:05): so i’m leaving soon

Jungkook 🦌 (9:06): thought i’d see if you’re around

Jungkook 🦌 (9:06): wanna hang out?

You can practically picture his wide doe eyes as he waits for your reply. Smiling to yourself, you perch on the edge of the blue velvet couch separating the living room from the dining room as you tap out your response.

(9:06): Sorry, I’m not free tonight

Three dots appear and disappear a few times.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:07): are you out with him?

You glance over at where Jin is still scrubbing dishes.

(9:07): Yeah, we’re on a date

The dots return, linger a little longer.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:09): k

You frown. Texting makes it impossible to read tone, but that single letter reply is never a good sign.

Your thumbs are hovering over the keyboard as you try to formulate a response when the dots come back. Then they disappear. Appear, disappear, appear….

A loud clanging sounds from the kitchen and you nearly jump out of your skin. Jin’s holding a metal bowl, whipping something furiously. He sees your startled expression and his eyes crinkle merrily. “Sorry! Just beating my cream.”

“Jesus, Jin, phrasing!”

His honking resonates across the room.

Thankfully, the noisy clattering of Jin’s churning and giggling masks the curse that slips from your mouth as a photo pops into the message app.

Jungkook smolders at you on your screen. He wears a black blazer, cut deeply enough to reveal more than an eyeful of his taut pecs, and he’s sliding the material up his torso to show off his tight abs, and something else. Something silvery that glitters as it hangs down his chest - a metal body chain? It appears to wrap around him like a harness. His dark curls are perfectly tousled, hanging in his eyes as he gazes at the camera with a sly smile.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:11): up next. think they’ll like my new costume?

You blink rapidly. Given the way your entire body is responding to the pixels in your hand, pulse racing, breath quickening, thighs twitching, you can only imagine how that room is bound to explode once the real Jungkook hits the stage in that outfit.

What a flimsy pretense of a question, though. He’s so obviously trying to distract you from your date.

And it’s so obviously working.

(9:12): Yeah, I think they will

(9:12): Especially the chain

Jungkook 🦌 (9:13): you like it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:13): wanna play with it sometime?

You tilt your head in confusion.

(9:14): Play with it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): yeah

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): wind it around your hand

Jungkook 🦌 (9:15): pull it tight

Jin’s finishing plating your desserts as you glance over at the kitchen, delicately topping the slices of torte with fresh cream and sliced strawberries. You should probably stop texting Jungkook, but your thumbs aren’t listening at the moment.

(9:16): Like while you’re wearing it?

Jungkook 🦌 (9:16): just imagine

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): i'm pressing you against the door again

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): your legs wrapping around me

Jungkook 🦌 (9:17): your hand grabbing the chain

Jungkook 🦌 (9:18): don't know if i can hold back next time. think you could hold on?

Fuck. You just had to ask.

Jungkook 🦌 (9:18): can you see it?

Oh, you can see it. The room around you vanishes as his words conjure up a vision of you and him, against the door, your hand clutching the chain, twisting, tightening, as he thrusts into you, watching with dark eyes and that wicked smirk as you cum again and again…

Jungkook 🦌 (9:19): gotta go. see you tomorrow

Jungkook 🦌 (9:19): sweet dreams, neighbor

Wow, okay.

Should’ve just left your phone in your clutch. If Jungkook’s mission was to wind you up, he succeeded beyond belief. You shift in your seat, slightly uncomfortable at how wet and needy you suddenly feel. Dating these two at once might be hazardous to your health. You’re going to have to set some sort of boundaries, because this is ridiculous.

But whatever you do in the future, right now you should definitely stop rereading his messages.

“Are you giving Jennie a play-by-play?” Jin’s voice stirs you from your stupor. You toss your phone back into your clutch and take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Downing the rest of your cocktail, you shake the text exchange off and beam at Jin as he joins you on the couch.

“Nah, that’ll wait until brunch. So… you wake up to that insane view every morning, huh? Must be nice,” you quip. “I mean, sometimes the dry cleaners across the street from my place will put a pretty frock in the window, so I guess I shouldn’t complain too much.”

“I do feel a little spoiled here,” he admits. “This place is wasted on me, especially since I’ve been traveling so much since I moved in.”

The slice of torte he hands you looks too decadent to eat, but that doesn’t stop you. “Oh fuck me, this is amazing. Holy shit. You baked this in addition to cooking that magnificent meal?”

“As much as I’d love to say that…” Jin points to the island, where a bakery box sits. “I’m not much of a baker. I just added the strawberries and cream.”

“Ah, well, there goes your trophy,” you sigh dramatically. Jin looks confused for a moment, then catches on.

“Night’s not over yet,” he states, swiping a strawberry off your plate. You utter a tiny ‘hey!’ as he pops the berry into his mouth.

“Yeah, but dessert usually signals the end of the night, doesn’t it? Also, stealing my food is not going to win you any points.”

Jin sets his plate on a side table and peers at you with a devious grin. “So you’re keeping score, then?”

You grimace as he laughs. “You know what I mean.”

“Anyway, this isn’t what I meant by dessert.”

You raise an eyebrow at his statement. He takes your plate from your hands. You’re not finished, but you don’t put up a fight. That look is back in his eye again, and this time you don’t see any reason to turn away.

However, before you can scoot any closer to him, he walks across the room.

“If you’re about to reveal another torte, I’ll reconsider that trophy.”

He just shakes his head, back to you as he places his phone on a little stand. He swipes a few times and the lighting in the living room dims. Then heavy bass begins to thump all around you. Before you can make any dumb jokes about setting the mood, Jin suddenly spins around, pinning you to the couch with a sultry stare.

His hips begin to sway in time to the pounding beat.

“Jin?”

He presses a finger to his lips.

“Yoongi told me what Jungkook does for a living,” he informs you, fingers loosening the knot in his tie. “I thought I should step up my game. What am I going to do, just keep cooking you dinner?”

Because the question is rhetorical, you don’t reply, “Yes, you should do that.” But you do think it.

“I realized, I can take a page out of his own playbook.”

He punctuates his point by yanking the tie from around his neck, whipping it towards the floor a few times before throwing it at you. It bounces off your shoulder, landing on the couch beside you. Threading it through your fingers, you rub the silky material as Jin saunters towards you.

Oh shit, this is happening.

Jin puckers his pillowy lips, blowing a kiss as he advances. Should you say something - whoop or yell or otherwise encourage him in some manner? Having never had a private dance before (you try not to think about what is happening right now at Paradise), you’re not sure what the proper protocol is.

He sidesteps, right left, to the beat, as he dances his way across the room. His moves are a little erratic, hitting a little too hard. But you have to give him props. He seems to really be into it.

Jin stops a foot away, peering down at you with an intense expression as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. His gyrations become more pronounced as he winks. Then he abruptly drops to his knees, shimmying his shoulders. A blurt laugh of shock escapes you at the unexpected movement, and he pouts, stilling. “Don’t laugh!”

“Sorry!” You don’t mean to, truly. It’s really cute, what he’s trying to do. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

Uncrossing your legs, you sit up, still clutching the tie. Bobbing your head to some hip-hop track you vaguely recognize, you try to lose yourself in the music as Jin slips back into the rhythm.

His hands continue down his chest, working at the buttons. A light sheen of sweat has broken out on his forehead, strands of jet black hair sticking to his face as he tosses his head. When he finishes the last one, he tugs his shirt down his arm, shrugging his bare shoulder emphatically in time with the song. Then he reveals his other arm, letting the shirt roll down to his fingertips.

Your eyebrows lift as Jin reveals a finely toned torso. Not ripped, but fit as fuck. Your eyes rake over his knotted shoulders, admiring the flexing muscles in his arms as he pulls the shirt off. He loses his undershirt next, and you immediately zero in on the dark treasure trail that drifts from his navel to disappear under his belt.

“Excuse me, my eyes are up here,” he smirks, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up to face him. He rips his glasses off theatrically and flings them aside. “Right here.”

He surges forward, placing both hands on either side of your thighs, and you think he’s going to kiss you, so you lean in as well, but he suddenly stops and scrambles away, fingers combing over the rug until he finds his glasses. “Sorry, I can’t actually see anything without these.”

Biting the inside of your cheek to suppress your giggle, you nod understandingly.

Kneeling in front of you again, he takes your right hand and places it on the buckle of his belt. With a naughty quirk of his eyebrow, he silently urges you to undo it. You do as desired, but before you can ease the leather strap through the loops, he stands and wiggles out of his pants, hips thrusting exaggeratedly to force the material down his legs. If you were still leaning forward, you might lose an eye.

Your shoulders shake with repressed laughter. Hopefully it just looks like you’re dancing.

Jin doesn’t give you a moment to enjoy the sight of him standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a pair of silky black boxers and a smile, before all six-foot-whatever of him ends up in your lap.

“Oh!” you exclaim as he straddles your thighs. Given how cute he’s been so far, you weren’t really expecting him to take it all the way and complete the “lap” portion of the lap dance. But he’s clearly committed. Jin winks again as he looks down at you

The hip-hop track fades away and a new song begins. It’s slinkier, an R&B jam with a more relaxed groove and a slower tempo.

Maybe it’s the new beat. Maybe it’s his nearness to you. Whatever it is, something shifts in the air. The mood in the room changes.

You stop laughing.

Jin smoothly rolls his hips as he sinks into your lap. There’s an impulse to reach out and clutch at him, hold on to the thick thighs astride yours, but you don’t know if you should, so you distract yourself with his tie, winding the soft material around your fingers.

You needn’t have worried about what to do. He’s still in the lead, ready to show you. Gently, he tugs on your right hand and brings it up to his chest. The tie flutters to the ground.

Your breath hitches as he presses your palm to his smooth, warm skin. You can feel his heart pounding. Strong. And fast. It matches the rhythm of your own.

Slowly, almost painfully so, Jin drags your hand across the firm planes of his chest. His head tips back, dark hair falling from his face as he keeps moving your hand down, over the gentle ridges of his abs, over the valley of his navel, down, down…

His hand stills just as your palms brushes over the satiny waistband of his boxers. You’ve been silent until now, mouth slightly agape as you concentrate on the sensation of your skin on his, focusing like you’re trying to commit every inch to memory, but when you realize he’s stopped, you whimper. Just a tiny little whine. Barely noticeable over the music.

Of course he hears it.

He rolls his head to the side, examining you. You can only imagine your appearance, chest heaving, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, eyes wide as they stare at where your fingers meet his boxers. Already looking fucked out when he’s barely touched you yet.

“Did you need something?” he murmurs.

You nod, trying to lower your hand, but he holds it in place. You whine. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Peeking up at him through your eyelashes, you sweetly beg, “Please let me touch your cock.”

His eyes widen slightly, cool facade momentarily slipping at your choice of words, but he regains control. “I might not be a professional, but I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules.”

“Fuck the rules,” you curse, hooking your free hand around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

He tastes of tart berries and sweet cream. Your mouth mutes Jin’s surprised yelp as you nibble on his pouty bottom lip. He releases your hand to cup your face, taking charge of the kiss. You don’t fight him, because the moment his hand drops yours, you find what you were searching for.

He’s hard, a massive tent forming underneath your hand as you stroke him through the silk. Fuck, he’s big, too. You want to pull him out, take a peek, but then Jin breaks off the kiss.

“Hey!” He watches your hand at work. “That, ah, shit, that’s not part of the plan!” His hips don’t appear to be on the same page as his mouth, though, given the way they keep jerking forward, seeking more caresses.

“Plan, huh? Maybe we should move to the next step? Seems like part of you wants to,” you giggle, flashing a cheeky smile.

He snaps back in charge. You pout as one hand pulls yours off of his crotch while the other grasps your chin to lift your head up. He brings your hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm, and your sulk quickly turns into a gasp as his lips part and his teeth lightly graze your fingertips.

“Patience,” he states, voice firm. “Be good for me now. I already told you. I want to have my dessert.”

A wave of heat rolls through you, thighs clenching together at his commanding tone and dark eyes. Fucking hell, was this guy always here, lurking just underneath the goofy quips and honking laugh?

Jin slides from your lap and settles on the floor in front of you again. His large hands are hot on your thighs as they slide towards your skirt, just stopping when his fingers brush the soft material. “Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, and he slowly guides your legs apart. His hands keep traveling upward, only stopping again when they reach your panties. Long fingers hook under the satin and lace, tugging them downward. You lift your hips without hesitation and he tugs them all the way off.

He runs a finger along your slit and you whimper again. “Oh, look at you,” he sighs happily. “You’re completely soaked.” As if you couldn’t already feel that. He pops his finger into his mouth and sucks. “So juicy and sweet. The perfect dessert.”

“Jesus Christ, Jin!” Both hands reach for him. He playfully grabs your wrists and pulls them together as he clucks his tongue.

“What did I say about being patient?” he inquires, cocking an eyebrow.

“Patience is a virtue,” you remark.

“Yes, it is.” He rubs his thumbs over your wrists and the sensation sends a bolt of electricity to your core.

“I never claimed to be virtuous.”

He visibly fights a smile as he releases your wrists and reaches behind you, hands pressing against your lower back to urge you forward to the edge of your seat. Another bolt races through you as he lowers his lips to your ear, warm breath tickling as he whispers, “Try to behave for me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

You bite your lip and nod, reaching deep to find some patience. It’s not your strong suit. All you want to do right now is throw yourself on him and kiss him and touch him and ride him into the sunrise. But that’s clearly not what he has in mind.

So you’ll hold him to that promise, and wait.

He pushes your dress up to your waist. “Here. Hold this,” he instructs, and you clutch at your skirt, keeping it from sliding back down, thankful for something to do with your hands.

Jin grabs a few plush throw pillows and arranges them at your back. “Comfortable?” You nod, and he presses his plump lips to the inside of your knee. “Good. Now lie back, but keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch while I savor you.”

“Fuck,” you mumble.

He laughs, a low rumble that sends a puff of air darting along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he kisses his way towards your core. You stare, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he finally reaches where you need him most, and licks a long stripe up your folds with the flat of his tongue.

And then he dives right in.

Your mouth falls open in silent exclamation as he devours you. The soft pile of pillows catches you, keeping you upright as you go slack with pleasure. Jin eats you like he’s eating one of the strawberries from earlier, eagerly, messily, lips sucking, tongue darting out to lap up your juices, chin and nose slick and glossy in the dim lighting of the room. His hands slide under your thighs, locking your legs in place as he works.

His mouth feels like heaven. Your voice returns to you and you keen as he circles your clit with his tongue. Judging by the muffled groan he lets out, Jin’s enjoying his ministrations almost as much as you are.

There’s no way you’re turning away from that lustful gaze as his mouth moves against you. After several blissful minutes, Jin releases your legs to sit back and catch his breath. He removes his glasses, which have fogged slightly, using his discarded shirt to wipe them clean.

“I hope you don’t have anywhere to be in the morning, because I could eat you all night.”

“Jiiiinnn,” you whine, knuckles turning white as you grip the bottom of your dress, patience wearing thin. “Please!”

He runs a thumb over your folds, a light tease, and you tilt your hips, trying to urge him to touch you more, but his other hand splays on your belly and holds you back as he gives you a stern look.

“Uh-uh,” he chides you. “I thought you were going to be good? Be patient for me?” His thumb flits around your clit, tantalizingly close. “I’m enjoying this. Don’t you want me to enjoy my meal?”

Fuck. Where did this dominant side of Jin come from and just how far does it go? You’d love to explore it. But some other night. Right now, you just want to get off.

You nod fervently. “I’ll be good.”

One of his long fingers parts your folds and slips inside. As you mewl helplessly, falling back into the lush pillows again, Jin’s mouth finds your clit. He strokes your inner wall, crooking his finger perfectly. His other hand roams up your stomach, squeezing your right breast through your clothes.

He resumes his frantic pace. The lewd noises his tongue and lips make are no match for the guttural moans emanating from him as he basks in the way you taste and the way you tremble. He squirms a little, and a spot of drool gathers in the corner of your mouth as you fantasize about how much his cock must be aching right now and how much you’d love to help him find some relief. But the only thing you can articulate is his name, which spills from your lips again and again as an exquisite tension builds within you. It spreads, toes and feet flexing as your whole body tightens, preparing for your end -

Jin stops.

A wordless wail of indignation is all you can manage as you stare at Jin in frustration. He chuckles, a rude sound far from his usual squeaky giggle, and drags his nails down your thighs. You shiver despite your current state of agitation.

As much as you’d love to ask him what the actual fuck, you keep silent, panting, waiting.

After what feels like an eternity, Jin grins. “You’ve been so good. Let me finish my meal.”

He immediately plunges two fingers into you as he drops his face to your cunt to suckle at your clit.

“Fuck, Jin!”

His fingers, his tongue, his lips. That lascivious stare. It’s too much. The tension returns faster than you expect and you can’t stop yourself from bucking against his face before the pressure bursts and you cum, crying out, as Jin moans against you, still drinking you in, tongue fluttering away, fingers not stopping, until you drop your skirt and gently push him away.

“Holy. Shit.” you huff as Jin joins you on the couch. He draws you into his side as you try to catch your breath. You glance at his lap and see his erection straining at his boxers. “I see you liked your meal.”

He nods, cupping your face. “Very much.” His kiss is searing, all heat, and he gasps into your mouth as your hand slips beneath the silk and wraps around his hardness, giving him a few strokes.

You quickly free him from his boxers, eyes widening slightly as you finally witness his impressive length. He doesn’t move to stop you this time, but encourages you on with tiny grunts as he thrusts up into your hand. You can’t resist purring, “I’m ready for my treat now,” as you duck your head to take his cock in your mouth.

He must’ve really enjoyed you, because he doesn’t last long after that. A few more strokes, a few swirls around his sensitive head, and Jin’s spurting hot into your throat with a low groan, fingers laced in your hair. You swallow each pulse that your hand pumps out.

The two of you collapse against the cushions, your head on his shoulder, his arms around you tight. You’ve no idea how much time passes before he speaks. “That wasn’t part of the plan, either.”

You smile into the soft curve of his throat. “I improvised.”

“I’ll allow it.” He stretches. “Do you want some water? I need some water.”

“Oh god, yes please.”

He pads towards the kitchen, and you tip your head to ogle his rather firm ass as he walks away.

“Are the windows tinted from outside or are you an exhibitionist?” you call after him.

He simply grins as he returns with two glasses of water.

“I would like to shower,” he announces, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Would you care to? Alone, of course” he quickly clarifies, “unless you want company. I’m happy either way. But I thought I’d offer. In case you’d like to.”

You’re an absolute mess, so showering sounds wonderful. Before you can make up your mind whether you’d like to wash up alone or possibly go through round two in his shower together, he babbles on.

“Not that I’m trying to say the night’s over or it’s time to go or anything. If - if you want to stay, you’re welcome to.” Jin gently brushes his fingers across your cheek, gaze darkening again. “I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier. I have a big appetite.”

You consider your choices. Go home and get some sleep so you’re refreshed for tomorrow? You don’t want to be a zombie for your date with Jungkook. Or stay and see just how much of that bold promise of an all-night buffet he can keep?

“So… do you want to stay?”

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[jdmainman123]

Oh the point is he keeps on saying I called to drag the tone and pitch out AND THE SECOND THING HE'S DOING TALKING LIKE AN OLD MAN LIKE AN OLD BLACK SKIN WHITE HAIR MAN

I cccaaallleeedddd it versus I cccccaaaaallllleeeeeddddd

And and the name Mike m i c has been called I guess it's I need you to kill my kids, kazi you would be sending kids into a city hoping that the satellite maker would be forced to kill them Kamikaze is the worst charge we have seen known to man the second one behind it was actually crashing the plane into a building upon arrival

And we can't help but notice these little black skin boys not being able to name their boys Jason it was one of the reasons and ways we were able to identify why they would have chosen the name Mike but the problem is they're getting brand new recruits who are unaware that they can't name their boy Jason AND THINK MIKE IS I CALLED IT AND NOT THE INTEGRATION and unfortunately for us we had to go back in court because Mike's family wasn't happy with killing all the girls in the city which was called Black Mass Justice and then we had to introduce the second charge he killed all the boys too AND THESE BOYS AND MEN UNAWARE OF IT'S NOT iii cccaaallleeedddd it IT'S THE INTEGRATION IN ANTECEDENT TOOL THE MICROPHONE ON THE SATELLITE

So he keeps on screaming I called it dragging it out it's tone in pitch just to piss me off AND AND THE VOICE IS CONSTANTLY WE COULD TELL WHO'S WATCHING THE GIRLS WATCHING BECAUSE IT'S INTENDED TO REACH THEIR EARS it's an accident let it go girls let it go boys it's an accident what he said let it go boys let it go girls I called it let it go boys let it go girls he thinks it's funny to talk through me to the boys and girls at home BUT LET ME REMIND YOU WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PROPHECY WAR GEORGE AND PAUL WERE VERY ANGRY WITH THE BROTHERS OF MIKE BECAUSE THEY CONTINUED TO RUN AROUND THE TOWN AND TELL THE PEOPLE IT'S FOR I CALLED IT THE EXERCISING ARTICLE THE BLACK PEOPLE BEHAVIOR OUTSIDE GREEN OR RED OR GREEN OR RED iii cccaaallleeedddd iiitttt

Saying I solved it I saw it OR THAT'S WHAT I SAID

The official court report said that's what she said is for I called it that's what she said. I told you I said the same thing I said the same thing OH BUT AGAIN FOR YOU GUYS TO BE RECRUITING A MAN TO TO NAME THEIR FIRST BOY MIKE AND KILL THEM you know what while George and Paul for this stupid inside joke IIII CCCCAAAALLLEEEDDD IIITTT

We are forwarded to say today we are happy to say no blackskin man should ever be a satellite maker unfortunately for us this behavior of only killing boys in your city never forced to leave or you're going to shoot yourself is an identity of black skin men hate little white skin boy penises AND WE CAN'T IMAGINE WHY YOU GUYS GOT INVOLVED IN IN WHY I WAS NEEDED BECAUSE THE BOY'S NAMES COULD HAVE TRANSFERRED TO OVER 14 BUILDINGS JUST BRIAN AND JUSTIN AND PAUL AND GEORGE and and we believe the boys and because of the word daughter you guys are trapped in you couldn't expect her to ever love a man that killed so many boys I CAN'T IMAGINE MYSELF LOVING A MAN WHO KILLED SO MANY BOYS

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 4x01: “Lazarus Rising”

*banging pots and pans*

CASTIEL! CASTIEL! CASTIEL!

Bring on the angel!

“You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC

Dean Winchester is saved. -Cas, right about now.

Very curious that they buried Dean...

Damn. Cas caused that.

New title card! With wings flapping. Nice.

Bowlegs! Bowlegs! Bowlegs!

“Misha Collins” !!!

Thursday, September 18, 2008.

Dean in a black t-shirt is A+.

The handprint!! I wish Dean still had it.

Ah yes, the essentials: snacks, water, and skin mags.

Cas’ first attempt to talk to Dean.

Wing. Positive. No smoke.

What the hell was Cas even trying to say to him? He just ended up scaring Dean.

Dean tried to call Sam first. Then calls Bobby.

Dean and Bobby reunion.

Can’t have a hunter’s reunion without a little tussle first.

lmao, the holy water.

Sam’s been “on his own” for the last four months.

“You think Sam made a deal?”

“It’s what I would have done.” Yeah, we know.

I love Dean’s “customer service” voice.

Pontiac, Illinois. Lots of shit going down there.

Ugh, Sam. The freaking music.

Ok ok, allow me to point out a couple little things:

1. That’s Ruby who answers the door. I don’t know where Dean dying (and staying dead) was in her grand scheme but she surely had to be surprised to see Dean alive again. She hides it super well.

2. Homegirl is in her underwear, Sam (I’m pretty sure) looking like he took a shower. What are the odds those two were having sex...again?

I can see the Samulet on Sam.

Awww, hug him tight!

Ruby fucking with Sam, and not in a sexy way.

We’re already busting Sam’s ass for supposedly bringing Dean back.

“You’re some demon’s bitch boy?” ...yeah.

Sam, they should be apologizing to you for suspecting you and coming down on you pretty hard.

Sam’s been hunting Lilith “on his own”. 

“some badass demon�� Badass? Yes. Demon? No.

“No demon would pull you out of the kindness of their heart. They got something nasty planned.” Again, not a demon. But the “something nasty planned” is, I would say, correct.

Returning the Samulet. :’)

Why would Sam ask what Hell was like? And did he really expect Dean to answer that honestly?

Baby!

The iPod Jack.

The freaking song...ew. Sam’s taste in music is questionable, at best.

Ok, Sam being honest about being immune to Lilith’s attack.

Lying about Ruby. Strike one.

Lying about not using his powers. Strike two.

“You didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn’t go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.” And yet, you chose to ignore it. Strike three, you’re out, Sammy.

Pamela Barnes !!!

Good lord, she is beautiful.

The two women Sam and Dean could agree on being hot: Bela and Pamela.

“Whoa! Well, he didn’t touch me there.” r u sure about that.

Sam’s first time seeing the handprint.

“Castiel?”

Cas did warn her not to do it....

“Show me your face!” Cas was probably like “You asked for it.”

i can’t even imagine how terrible that would be.

Blind ‘cause of Cas...

“work him over” hehehehehehe

A diner full of demons.

“What makes you so special?”

“I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.”

Dean staring down this demon and calling her out is amazing.

“turbo charged spirit” no. “Godzilla” hahaha, no. “Big bad demon” noo.

Dean stared down this demon, called her out, AND slapped her twice. We love a fearless king.

Hell, he even paid for his pie.

“I’ve been killing more demons than that lately.” Oh, I bet.

A mirrored roof in what was Sam and Ruby’s hotel room.

Sam must’ve gotten so used to driving the Impala after a while. He just took it without question.

Cas’ second attempt at talking to Dean.

Could no one else in the hotel/nearby area hear this????

They probably had to pay the hotel for damages.

I’m assuming after that, Cas thought “Fuck it, I need a vessel” and went to Jimmy.

Yeah, Dean just chastised Sam for taking the car.

Dean wants to summon “this thing”. Do iiitttt.

Cas stopped by to kill all the demons at the diner.

All but one: Flo.

Souls have smells?

“It’s the end. We’re dead. We’re all dead.” 

Our first look at Sam’s exorcism. What was the very first general audience reaction to this?

Was Sam drinking demon blood by this time too?

Ruby.

“This guy bleeds, the ground quakes. It’s cosmic.”

6 minutes!!

They completely covered that barn in supernatural symbols.

THERE IS NO RIGHT WAY OF “SAYING IT” SAM.

“He is your brother and I’m not gonna come in between you.” what a fucking lie. Should I be keeping track of all the lies Ruby ever told?

You’re killing me, Sam.

4 minutes!!!

OH SHIT THE WIND IS PICKING UP

SPARKS ARE FLYING!!!!

Y E S. WE LOVE AN ICONIC ENTRANCE

“Who are you?”

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

Pretty sure Dean killed Jimmy there, lol.

Let me tell y’all something: I went into this show knowing it was about two brothers and an angel. In some sense, I knew Cas was “the angel” that sticks around with the boys. It was love at first sight the moment Cas walked through those barn doors.

Bobby is the very first person that gets “sleeped out” by Cas. Nice of Cas to do that, imo.

Dean is SHOOK.

Cas showing off, lmao.

He really did warn Pamela tho.

“Buddy, next time, lower the volume.”

That head tilt!

I sometimes get the impression that Cas wanted/expected a “thank you” from Dean for rescuing him.

:Why would an angel rescue me from Hell?

“Good things do happen, Dean.”

“Not in my experience.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved?”

“We have work for you.”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m dancing my way into the void, good b y e !!