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ellieluvr420 · 3 months

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Friends? Never. Pt.3 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

I feel like this is gonna end up being a slow burn bc i’m loving the angst atm but like i promise there will still be tension (wink wink (; )

Your eyes flutter open as you feel the steady rise and fall of Ellie's chest that you had found yourself leaning on. You blink slowly as you take in your surroundings when your eyes fix on your book that was sitting open in Ellie's lap, you look up at her with a devious grin giggling to yourself about her reading the book she had so passionately made fun of, and she had got quite far into it, you couldn't help but laugh until you saw her eyes twitching open which prompted you to swiftly turn over and pretend to be asleep unable to face her after last night. You hear her groan and feel her weight shifting, your eyes clamp shut and you hold your breath but you can't help but jump when you feel her strong hand clamping down on your shoulder.

"I know you're awake."

Fuck.

You defiantly roll over and make eye contact with her for a second before darting your eyes back up to the ceiling. You can feel her eyes on you but you both stay quiet and the silence soon begins to overwhelm you, the ticking of the clock on your wall slowly driving you to insanity, you just needed to fill the silence, anything to stop the deafening nothingness as you act like she isn't staring into your soul like you're made of glass.

"See you enjoyed my book last night, sure you aren't a virgin Williams?" You smirk at her as you finally work up the courage to make eye contact and your stomach drops as all you see is a scowl plastered on Ellie's face, she immediately starts stumbling out of bed so fast you barely register it before she's turning back to you with glassy eyes and a sneer.

"I should've fucking known. You- you're just... you're fucking unbelievable." She stammers out too angry to speak steadily. You just sit there stunned at her reaction, you were only acting how you always had with her, you thought she would snipe something back playfully but she was actually mad, you didn't know what to say. You both just stood there staring at each other, yours a look of bewilderment and hers unreadable. "I don't know why I expected anything different." She spits out and before you can question what she means she storms out slamming your door behind her leaving you to get ready for the patrol you were now vehemently dreading.

"Hey Rudy, just the usual please." You smile at the weapon armoury attendant that always got you your favourite rifle and handgun, he had always been a friend to you so when you see the questioning look in his eyes at your defeated stance, you shake your head and sigh. "Don't ask."

"I'll go get your shit."

"Thanks." You shoot him a small smile that doesn't reach your eyes and he wanders off to the back to get you everything you need. Once you have everything you walk over to the stables to grab your horse, Greg, everyone had laughed when you named him that, something Maria had let you do for your 12th birthday, but you loved the name then and you still loved the name now, it always put a smile on your face, even now as you walk past Ellie who ignores your presence entirely, you still smile as you squeal. "Hi Greg! How's my favourite boy doing?" You immediately go to stroke his nose before you saddle him up ready for patrol.

Ellie sneaks glances at you as you're distracted by your horse and a lump forms in her throat when she sees you dressed in your lightweight khaki green cargos she always saw you in in summer and a tight black tank top. She hated herself for being distracted by how you looked so she tore her eyes away from you with a huff and continued saddling up Shimmer.

You walk Greg over to the gates where you see Ellie chatting with Jesse, a deep grimace adorning her face, her eyes flicker over to yours and your breath hitches as she catches you watching her, it made you feel like you were 14 again when she first arrived in Jackson. Your heart starts beating rapidly, thundering in your chest, as she storms over to you.

"Hey-"

"Apparently there's a horde around the mountain cabins on our route. Jesse told me to tell you, we need to be really careful."

"Got it." You barely get the two words out before she's stomping away leaving you to roll your eyes at her childish demeanour. You were still so confused at the way she blew up at you earlier but you also felt saddened at the memory of the dejected look in her eyes, you were so focused on replaying the events of this morning you completely missed Jesse's speech, you only zone back in at the sound of everyone climbing onto their horse's followed by the subsequent pattern of hooves clicking against the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get on the horse, we gotta go."

You don't reply, simply climbing onto Greg and snapping at his reins to get him to set off at a fast gallop. Ellie curses and follows you willing Shimmer to catch up.

You're horses are gently trotting through the forest as you both watch your surroundings cautiously. You had already been to the town and cleared the small straggles of infected there and now you were both making your way to the mountain cabins. There was an air of dread around you both as Ellie led the way with you watching your backs, you were quietly scanning the forest until you felt Greg attempting to nudge you away from the path you both followed and deeper into the forest. You whisper quietly. "What is it boy? Hm?" You let him lead you in the direction his senses are taking him completely forgetting about the quiet girl ahead of you. You walk and walk until you reach a clearer patch of the forest and your eyes zero in on what it is that had distracted Greg so much. "Oh you are so naughty, you just wanted an apple didn't you?" There was a small patch of apple trees adorned with the brightest red apples you had ever seen, your mouth watered at the sight and you didn't doubt that Greg looked the same, you spurred him on until he was standing right under the tree so you could reach up and grab some, you stuffed as many in your bag as you could with the idea to give some to Shimmer and Ellie and then toss one at Greg as you take a deep bite into your own. "Oh my god that is good. Isn't that good boy?" He neighs as a response and as you hear a branch snap your surroundings immediately dawn on you, you don't even have time to kick yourself for letting yourself get so distracted by the apples before you're reflexively reaching for your rifle as you see a clicker running right at you. You take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger and shudder a breath out as you watch it drop before it can reach you and Greg. "Fuck that was close."

Ellie's head snaps up at the sound of a rifle being fired, horror washing over her as she looks behind her to see you aren't there anymore. Immediately her heart quickens as her ears ring and her vision pulses as she looks for any sign of you anywhere but comes up empty. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She doesn't know what direction you could have went in so she swallows a huff and screams your name over and over again. Her voice getting shakier and shakier with every repetition.

You hear Ellie's panicked voice calling your name and you snap at Greg's reins to make him go faster, you speed towards her voice until you burst out of the forest coming face to face with her.

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?" She immediately screams as her eyes become foggy with tears, she knows its from relief and the thought sickens her.

"I'm sorry, Greg was pulling me into the forest so I went to go look and I ran into a clicker. I got it before it got to us so its fine."

"IT'S FINE? I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"Stop fucking screaming Ellie you're gonna have the horde coming straight for us. I'm sorry I got distracted."

"Distracted? Fucking distracted? You're un-fucking-believable. What did you find?" She spits out mockingly, your cheeks heat and you bow your head in shame knowing your answer was only going to anger her more. You sigh and open your bag holding out two apples to her.

"I grabbed some for you and Shimmer, they're really good, best I've ever had." You smile weakly and she makes Shimmer walk over to you so you're both side by side. She takes the apples from your hands gently and you let out a shaky breath at her calm demeanour until she lobs the apples away before looking back at you with a fire in her eyes that you had never seen before.

"You scared the living shit out of me for fucking apples? Are you really that much of a petulant child that you'd risk both our lives for apples?" She spits out and you immediately pull on Greg's reins to make him gallop away from Ellie. She had hurt you, you were only excited and trying to do something nice, you made a mistake but you couldn't understand why she was so short with you today.

"Hey don't fucking walk away from me." She calls as she follows and catches up with you.

"I have nothing to say to you Ellie."

"No you don't get to be the hurt one, okay? You're the one that hurts."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing." You huff and roll your eyes as you both continue to travel in an uncomfortable silence once again.

As you reach the first mountain cabin you both dismount your horses leaving them tied to one of the fence posts, you hand them both an apple missing the way Ellie rolled her eyes at your actions.

"Let's split up, we'll clear it quicker."

"Do you really think that's wise when we know there's a horde around here somewhere?"

"Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"Fine, you know what, have it your way. But don't expect me to come running when you get ambushed by a bunch of fucking infected." You storm off, shoulder checking her as you go and begin clearing the bottom floor of the house, you note Ellie's stomping footsteps ascending the stairs but you continue making your way cautiously throughout the house. You had almost finished clearing the bottom floor and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing you were one step closer to being finished when you hear a loud crash and the choked screeching of your name coming from Ellie's lips. "Fuck."

You immediately sprint to the sound of Ellie's voice until you see Ellie in the master bedroom fighting off two huge clickers, you meet her panic stricken eyes and without thinking you aim at the one on the left that was way too close to her face, it drops and the other clicker turns to you with a shriek before stumbling towards you.

"Go out the window! I'll lead it away!" You don't wait for a reply as you leg it away from the clicker while shooting at it with your hand gun, you head directly to the back door where you slam it shut before it can get out. You lean all your weight on the door as it bashes against it repeatedly until it slowly calms down to a stop. You observe it as it stumbles away from the door before carefully aiming your rifle at its head through the glass pane of the door, you squeeze the trigger and as it drops you feel Ellie's presence behind you. Her hand gently squeezes your shoulder as you whip around smacking it away from you.

"Look what your stubbornness caused us. We both just almost died because you were too petty to do your job correctly. Are you fucking happy?"

"I'm sorry okay. Thanks for saving my ass."

"Whatever we need to leave I'm sure there's more heading straight for us." You immediately head to Greg that you're relieved to see is okay alongside Shimmer before climbing on him once again and heading away to the next cabin as Ellie follows quietly behind.

The rest of patrol was uneventful, you both stuck together and cleared a few stragglers but it seemed the horde had moved away from your route. As you and Ellie both head back to Jackson, you pull another apple from your bag taking a bite and savouring the sweetness on your tongue, you note Ellie's eyes darting between you and the apple and you huff before pulling the last one out of your bag and holding it out to her. "Can you not throw this one away? It's the last one." She takes it from you gently with a small smile as she nods. You both devour the fruits on the slow journey back to Jackson as you gaze at the sunset that baths the landscape in a soft orangey hue.

You walk through the gates of Jackson and climb off of Greg before handing his reins to a stable assistant and kissing him on the nose, Jesse walks up to you with a foreboding look on his face.

"How was it?"

"Pretty average. The horde wasn't on our route so you might want to set up a team to start tracking them."

"Oh shit okay. Surprised neither of you killed each other." He nods toward Ellie.

"Oh believe me I came close." You both chuckle and he walks off to greet the others that were returning, you begin heading in the direction of your home before Ellie runs after you calling your name to get your attention.

"Wanna go get a drink?"

"Why?"

"To thank you for saving my ass and because I think we should talk."

"Fine." You huff and both make your way to the tipsy bison where you each grab a whiskey, yours on the rocks and hers neat, before settling into a booth in the corner of the room. You both sip your drinks until you get impatient at Ellie's silence.

"What did you want to talk about Ellie?"

"I wanted to apologise. I was being stubborn and that risked both our safeties, I'm smarter than that and so are you which is why you were right to question me on it. I was just pissed at you for disappearing but I shouldn't have let that get to me."

"Oh... well it's okay, we all make mistakes, I shouldn't have disappeared without saying anything and sorry I scared you. I honestly didn't think you'd care if I disappeared." You chuckle a little but it dies down as her face screws up as it had so many times today.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'd fucking care. Do you really not understand?"

"Understand what?" She sighs and shakes her head, her eyes darting anywhere but yours.

"I don't hate you, but you fucking hurt me when you cut me off without even an explanation, it's not like I don't know what happened but you didn't even have the guts to tell me why. And then- and then this morning, you still fucking run away from me, you just run away from any part of our relationship that isn't being horrible to each other. I mean, god- do you really think I'm that awful because I'm a lesbian? Can you really not stand to even be civil with me? Do you really hate yourself that much?" She sounds like she's pleading and the glassy sheen over her eyes has returned as she gulps down her drink.

"What? No Ellie, I've just never known how else to talk to you since we- since I cut you off. I just always feel so guilty for how I treated you and the only way I can function with it is by arguing with you, I don't know how to be friends with you anymore after everything that's happened." You look down in shame as you utter the words you had been burying deep inside you for years. Her last question stung but you forced the feeling down knowing she was right to question you because she wasn’t far off.

"How about we just try and forget about everything that's happened and start fresh? We're living together, we may as well try and be... friends." She hesitates before she says the last word but forces it out before she can change her mind.

"Okay... friends then." You both smile as you sip your drinks once again.

You had barely finished your talk with Ellie when you look up to see your parents standing at your booth, they both look at Ellie but make no move to address her, she rolls her eyes and slouches as she watches your panic-stricken face go grey.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?"

"We came by to grab some dinner and we saw you over here." Your dad explains.

"We miss you baby. You're our only child, come to ours for dinner tomorrow night, we want to talk to you. Please." Your mum pleads softly. You can barely process what they're saying you're so shocked, you go silent as you just stare back until Ellie nudges you under the table with her foot to prompt a response from you. You clear your throat and nod as you try and gather some words, any words to fill the silence.

"Er... Okay. What time should I come over?"

"Seven okay?" Your mum asks.

"Okay." They both smile at you before glaring at Ellie and walking off as she smirks at their blatant bigotry.

"What the fuck was that about?" She questions through snickers.

"I have no fucking idea." You breathe out as your heart pounds and your palms sweat, you felt sick at the idea of going back to your family home, you should've just said no.

All you kept thinking was why did you say yes?

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psychelis-new · 7 months

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pick a pile: "The Light Within"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read words of wisdom and guidance from your fire/light within. we all have a passionate, burning side, we all have a light inside of us, so with this reading I'd like to focus on the message it has for you. Thank you @faerytreealtars for somehow inspiring this reading.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1 (you may be called by pile 3 as well)

"is the flame off or on?". Pile 1, you may feel drained atm. It feels like there's only a little hope/passion left inside of you, but at times you can't even see it that well. It may take you a certain effort to reach it and go on. You don't have to overdo stuff. Even things you're passionate about (despite atm I feel you're feeling really low and kinda losing hopes on everything). Take a break, give yourself a break. You probably feel drained because you've been healing something, maybe your emotions, or overthinking... it could even be stuff from your childhood (you're closing a cycle very likely, an ego-death). Your inner light wants you to stop for a minute and come back to yourself. To gain strenght to go forward, to focus on what is important for real and what you can control. It's time to make a change, to guide yourself towards a new beginning. It's time to give your heart what it wants, or at least try with all you have: you cannot fail if you give your all like a burning fire. No matter how it'll go. But first, collect your firey energy. Take a breath before start running. Use some kindness to yourself.

extra message: listen to your intuition, let it guide you (trust yourself) -if your body/mind tell you to stop, follow them.

song: obsessed | mariah carey

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pile 2

"it's all in your hands". You probably have a lot of fire in your chart or you come off as a fiery person. Birds/eagles may be a sign or symbol for you. You're probably also "preying" over something (or someone uh), I feel the same energy of predators ready to go hunting. It's either this, as in you're trying to get somewhere/reach any goal of yours and putting in work, or you're sometimes still blocked by emotions (especially anger, I feel). Maybe even little blockages or annoyances on your path can cause a huge reaction in you? Well, an overreaction, more likely. And you can't very much control it, which honestly isn't that bad: to keep all this energy locked in would end up being pretty much self distructive for you (so if it happens to you, find outlets for it: go running, exercise, dance... move your body in any way you like. Burn the energy, do not let it burn you). The light within wants you to balance a little more its energy. Try to realize where your triggers hide, why any little discordance with your plan causes you all this troubles (it's probably related to a lack of self confidence or perfectionism issues), how did it originate and how does it feel in your body (so you can focus more on that part when letting go of the energy). Things are fine, try to put them in the right perspective and give them the right importance in your life.

extra message: stay balanced, right now things may seem a bit too much so find your self-center again

song: take you to hell | ava max

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pile 3 (you may be called by pile 1 as well)

It's time to stop for a moment. Things are falling into place, but you need to give them time to. "You're impatient, darling". Take time to enjoy, to ponder, to clear your mind, and even to take a nap here and there... Gain strenght in this moment. You can't see it but things are changing (and generally they change the most when we can't see them doing it), so let this change flow within you, don't block it by overstressing or overthinking. You are allowed to change as well, to take time to adapt to the new you (you seem very changed!). Don't rush things, don't rush for an answer or a sign.. sometimes it's a matter of simply staying there and wait or meditate over it. Follow your guts, whatever they're telling you. Follow your guts and keep doing you. Keep healing (maybe trust issues or anxiety in general). Results will come. At this moment, the fire within you wants you to take a time out from it. To let it burn still inside, but with a gentle flame, not an excessive one. A flame that burns forever without consuming much energy or anything. A flame that is patient and doesn't need to burn things down to reach to a goal. A gentle flame that burns little by little and grows little by little too, waiting for the right time to explode (if necessary). A smart and observing flame. Keep it quiet. Do not lose sight of it in the dark and don't be scared of losing it (if you dim it) or whatever you want.

extra messages (you got 2): stop and breathe, you don't have to do all at once, take some time off, enjoy + you can change who you were, don't let the past stop you, learn from it

song: black swan | bts

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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please do a part 2 of facetime!

reunited

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff

summary: Mason comes home and shows you just how much he missed you, pt1 of facetime

a/n: hiii!! so, i managed to write this with a small shred of motivation but i have been struggling with that atm so u might not see me for a while, but i promise i'll do my best to get back for u all. i love and appreciate every single one of you that reads my fics, likes reblogs them and follows me <33

part 1

masterlist

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You had been counting down the days, hours, minutes, seconds even until Mason got home and today was finally the day you'd get your boyfriend back home. After your rather intense phone call a few nights ago your need for Mason had grown to levels you didn't even realise were possible. You missed him dearly, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms, to tell him how much you loved him but the promise he'd made to you, telling you exactly what he was going to do had you soaked everytime you thought about it.

You sat on the sofa, one of Mason's hoodies being used to cover up your chelsea blue lingerie, one of Mason's favorites. You'd showered and got yourself ready as soon as you woke up, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return.

"Y/N? I'm home." You practically ran to Mason, jumping up as his hands travelled to the backs of your bare thighs as yours went to the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss him desperately. He pulled back first to get his breath "hi." He grinned and a blush decorated your cheeks from the way you practically attacked him. "Hi, I missed you." You jumped down, standing back on the floor as Mason's hands went straight to your waist. "I can tell." He teased. "Mhm, cause you didn't ring me up just cause u were horny did you?" You raised your eyebrows, poking his nose as his face flushed red. "Actually, I think you should carry out your promise Mase, remember all those things you said you were gonna do to me? How good you were gonna make me feel?" Your voice had turned to a whisper, hands travelling up his chest as you unzipped his hoodie. He kicked his shoes off as you removed his hoodie then his shirt, leaving him clad in just his jogging bottoms. "I promised I would didn't I? Got to show my girl just how much I missed her." Your hand traced the tattoo on his side before fiddling with the waistband on his calvins. "Come on." He whispered into your ear before lifting you up bridal style, elicting a loud laugh from you as he carried you up to your shared bedroom.

He placed you down onto the floor, removing his bottoms as you took off your hoodie so you were both left in your underwear. His eyes widened as he saw you clad in his favorite set. "Fuck. You put this on just for me?" His hands trailed down your sides, fiddling with the lace of your thong. You nodded at him, a light blush decorating your face. He tilted your chin to look at him as he leaned over you "Use your words darling." The way his entire demeanour flipped in an instant left goosebumps all over your body. "Yes, I put it on just for you Mase. Only you Mase." You whispered, your face burning.

He leaned down, catching your mouth in a passionate, needy kiss. His knee nudged you backwards, your calves hitting the end of the bed as you fell back, sitting patiently as Mason stared down at you. The way his eyes were a perfect mixture of love and lust drove you insane. His hands travelled to the clasp of your bra, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. He kissed your collarbones before placing featherlight kisses to your boobs. "Lie down for me sweetheart." You did as he asked, still unsure about what mood he was in. You couldn't quite workout if he was going to be more dominant or more loving, not really bothered with a dominant or submissive role.

He stood over you, eyes taking in the sight of your bare chest. "You're so fucking gorgeous. Can't believe I get to call you mine." He muttered as he kneeled down, pulling you by your ankles to the end of the bed, resting your thighs on his shoulders. His fingers trailed up your thighs, pulling down your thong. His finger trailed up your slit, "such a pretty pussy, hm?" shyness had completely taken over, feeling vulnerable despite all the times you and Mason had been in this exact position. "answer me darling, or I'll happily just get in a cold shower and leave you be." He was in an extremely teasing mood, making you scream internally. "Yes, all yours Mason. Please." You whimpered as his middle finger lazily rubbed at your clit. "Please what?" "Please, I need you." "Which part of me do you need love?" His tone slightly patronising. He was always going to give you what you wanted, he was desperate himself and pleasing you gave him immense pleasure. "Your mouth, please Mason" He smirked, knowing how much it annoyed you when he made you beg for him.

"Whatever you want princess." His hands rested on your thighs as he pressed a delicate kiss to your clit before catching it in his lips, sucking like his life depended on it. Your hands ran to his hair immediately, tugging on it as Mason held you down. With each tug he groaned against you, the vibrations driving you insane. He pulled off, smirking up at you as he effortlessly slid one of his fingers inside you. The loud moan you let out motivated him to add another, curling them both in a way that perfectly hit that spot deep inside you. He leaned back down, latching onto your clit as he moved his fingers effortlessly inside you. "Oh my god. Maze you feel so good" your back arched off the bed, the grip you had on his hair becoming borderline painful for Mason but he didn't dare complain, instead he revelled in the way he was making you feel.

Due to the duration of time you'd had to wait to be in this situation and the sheer talent that Mason had you were coming undone very quickly. Mason knew before you did, the way your moans gradually became higher pitched and more hoarse and the way you clenched around his fingers were telling signs. "You gonna cum for me beautiful?" You could only nod, feeling far too much pleasure to even attempt to string a sentence together. "Go on babygirl, let that pretty pussy cum all over my fingers sweetheart." His words had you like a waterfall and your eyes rolled impossibly far back in as your hips bucked up trying to get as much contact as possible. Your thighs shook violently as you moaned wildly, Mason's actions not halting once. It was only when you physically pulled him off you that he stopped, resting his head on your thigh as he watched you come down, smiling contently to himself with the knowledge he could make you feel so good with only his mouth and two fingers.

"You okay baby?" He asked, crawling back on top of you. "Yeah, that was incredible". A wide smirk grew on his face "you ready for another one." His hands trailing down your sides and you nodded. "That's my girl." He lined himself up with your entrance, locking his eyes with you and you nodded, knowing that was his silent confirmation that you definitely wanted him.

The sound you let out when he finally filled you up was nothing short of pornographic. "Mase, fuck you're so big" You whimpered, gripping onto his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "So good for me y/n. Always so fucking good" He moaned out, his gaze burning into yours as he aggressively pounded into you.

He suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine but you soon realised what he was doing. He stood on the floor at the end of your bed, pulling you down by your ankles before sliding back into you as your eyes squeezed shut. The sounds of skin slapping drowned out both of your moans as he trailed his hand up to your cheek, catching a few stray tears with his thumb. "You're so pretty. Always so beautiful like this, letting me fuck you like this. Only ever me cause you're my beautiful girl" His words melted your heart, the contrast between his words and his actions driving you absolutely insane. When his hand travelled to grip your throat you thought you'd died and gone to heaven.

"Mase I'm so close" You whimpered, grabbing his arm with both hands so you had something to ease the intense orgasm you were about to experience. "I know baby me too, come on" His hips snapped forwards at a pace you didn't even know was possible, both of you moaning wildy.

Mason had to pull out almost immediately to stop his legs buckling, so he moved to lie down, gesturing for you to lie on top of him. "You okay? Not hurting or anything? I went a bit rougher than normal" He asked as he stroked your hair lazily. You shook your head "no, it was great. Missed you loads." "I missed you too baby. Come on, i'll go and run us a bath and we can have a proper catch up yeah?" You nodded against his chest, his thoughtfulness warming your heart. "Might have to carry me though, not sure I can walk" "I can live with that darling."

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sadhours · 5 months

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scumbag blues: 1) first it giveth

gator tillman x f!original character

contents: 18+ minors dni, sex work, mean!gator, slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, rough, anal play, choking, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex, lots of spitting

The sheets are fresh, it’s the first thing Gator smells as he and Daisy walk through the doorway. She leans against the closed door, locking it and batting her lashes up at him. Big blue eyes behind false lashes and a scattering of sun sprouted freckles dusting the apples of her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Gator feels a little dizzy at the sight but his dad doesn’t approve of her, tells Gator he better stop paying for her services but he can’t help himself. Winds up at the Inn at least twice a week. Bills fresh from the ATM tucked neatly in his wallet, burning a hole in his pocket. Gator’s hands find her hips, holding her in place while his body crowds her tiny one. He’s a good seven inches taller than her. He gets off on the size difference, likes knowing he can easily throw her around.

Daisy’s fingers find the zipper of his utility vest, her pink stained lips parting as she tugs it down and smoothes her hands under it, pushing it off his shoulders. Gator lets it fall to the floor, cringing at the thud it makes as it hits the hardwood. Daisy then moves her hands to make purchase over his chest, making his skin chill with goosebumps. She gently squeezes his hips, blinking up at him with those coquettish eyes. Turns Gator to putty in her hands like that. Wills himself to stop thinking about how much dick she’s ran through today. Tells himself she don’t look at those men the way she’s looking at him. Daisy promises so, has Gator believing it like it changes anything.

Roy wouldn’t let him and even if he did, Daisy ain’t gonna stop turning tricks. Her dad thinks this is an Inn, but they make money ‘cause his little girls turned it into a brothel. Her mothers scarce, like his own. Gator doesn’t ask her personal questions like that. They keep it professional. Though he knows it ain’t, knows Daisy brings him to her personal bedroom and not one of the rooms for rent. Lets her rest her head on his chest after and tell him about her dreams. Kisses her stupid before he inevitably leaves.

“S’nice dress you got on,” he mumbles, “Put it on just for me?” It’s a white one, short with big flowy sleeves and her cleavage just about pours from it.

“Bought it just for you,” Daisy replies, fishing her manicured fingers in his pocket and retrieving his lime green vape. She holds it up, “You know the rule.”

“Dumb fuckin’ rule,” he grumbles but takes it from her, taking a deep pull from the little box and tilts his head back to exhale the smoke out towards the ceiling. He passes it back to her and Daisy side steps him to put it in her desk. Gator’s got a not so good habit about reaching for it while they’re in the throws of passion, Daisy ain’t a fan of the acidic fruity vapor in her face during sex. So she made a rule, it stays in her desk drawer until after he’s paid her.

“Gator,” she scolds, furrowing her brows as she looks at him.

“I’m just saying,” he raises his hands in defense before trailing to the bed. He sits on the foot of it, clicking his tongue and nodding to the ground before him. Daisy complies, getting on her knees and starts unlacing his boots with her French tip nails and looks up at him with those big eyes again. “Good girl,” he praises, placing his palms on the comforter.

Sometimes he makes her lick ‘em but he’s feeling sweet tonight. She looks a little too innocent for that right now. So he just watches carefully, humming in approval when she gets one boot off and massages his sweaty, socked foot. Daisy smiles, flush rising up her neck which has Gator thinking this part gets her real excited. Has half a mind to reach between her legs and find out. Daisy rubs her face against his knee, bouncing a bit where she sits before she moves onto the other boot. She doesn’t spend as much time in massaging that one before she’s reaching for the button of his cargos, Gator moves to unclip the strap on his thigh but Daisy stops him.

“Keep it on for now,” she pleads, pulling his cargos down as far as they’ll go with the strap on.

“Yeah? Got yourself a cop kink?” Gator teases.

“More like a Gator kink,” she mumbles and immediately looks like she regrets it, eyes wide and cheeks ruddy. She bites her lip and moves her hand to palm him through his underwear. He can’t dwell on what she said for long after that, hot pleasure rising up his legs as his cock twitches from the attention. A long, low groan pushes from his throat and she shushes him. Her daddy’s bedroom is next to hers.

“C’mon, stop teasing,” he hisses.

Daisy raises a brow, lips quirking into a smirk before she’s nudging her nose against his clothed cock. Gator gasps and his hips lift off the mattress for just a second. And then Daisy sniffs and Gator’s a little self conscious, knows he’s been sweating in these cargos all day. But Daisy groans softly and takes another whiff, squeezing the bottom of his thighs and lets out a moan.

“You’re nasty, ya know that?” Gator exhales shakily and Daisy rubs her face against his boner and tells him he smells so good. Pheromones or someshit, he doesn’t know but he knows it turns him on that she likes his scent. His cock fills out even more and he grabs a hold of her head, pressing her face flush against his briefs. Daisy mouths at his length through the fabric, digging her fingers into his thighs. “You fucking love that cock, don’tcha, darling? C’mon, show daddy how much you love it,” Gator groans out, loosening his grip on her head.

Daisy takes a breath as she pulls away, immediately hooking her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulls ‘em down to get his erection out. Gator has to bite his lip to stifle the moan rising up his throat as she grips the base of him in her hand and licks a broad stroke up the underside of his cock. Daisy’s a real pro when it comes to head. Experience, Gator knows but she acts like she needs to suck it. Like she’s hungry for his cock. Daisy delivers kitten licks to his slit, moving her head with the motion before she wraps her lips around the head, giving a hard suck before taking him as far as he’ll go, hot and wet enveloping his cock. It twitches in her mouth and Gator pathetically moans out a “Oh, dear lord.”

He can feel her smile around the mouthful of him, has his hips rolling up on their own volition. For fucks sake, it feels so good. All the stress from work and his dad just dissipates like a switch. Gator’s sure that Daisy was put here on earth to service his cock, that’s what God made her for. And fuck, if he could marry her he’d do it in a heartbeat. Daisy pulls his cock out of her mouth with a pop before slapping it against her tongue and swallows before she asks him, “S’that feel good, daddy?”

“Yeah it does, sweetheart,” Gator bumbles out, “Get your mouth back to work.”

Daisy obliges with a giggle, running her pouty lips against the tip before slipping it between them. She sucks on his head, stroking him with her hand. Keeps her eyes locked on his face, like she’s eager to watch him fall apart. Like her whole self worth depends on whether or not she can make Gator cum. And he’s a fucking asshole.

“Aw, darlin,” he laughs softly, “You can do better than that, can’tcha?”

Daisy huffs through her nose, eyes squinting at him as she squeezes his cock in her hand but she clearly can’t help herself, as stubborn as she may pretend to be, she really just wants to please him. So Daisy sinks her mouth down on his cock, takes him until the head pushes against the back of her throat. She blinks quickly and Gator can see the tears prickling the corners of her eyes, slipping out and down her cheeks. Watches with his breath held as she exhales through her nose. He scoops her blonde hair up in his hands and holds it like a pony tail at the crown of her head, using the leverage to move her mouth as he pleases. Fucks her pretty little mouth until his balls are covered in her drool. Bucks his hips with it, reveling in the gagging sounds she makes around his length.

Gator’s real close to pulling her off, feels his orgasm is inching in quicker but it’s just too good to make her stop. He ain’t leaving here without filling her pussy though, it is what he pays for anyhow.

“Slower,” he whimpers out, hating the way it sounds on his ears but Daisy complies, pulls off of him and strokes him languidly in her hand. She blinks up at him, those eyes wide like she’s never done this before. The mortgage being paid for this place says something else though.

“Such a sweet girl,” Gator coos, “Do whatever you’re told.” He pats her bicep, “Up. Show me how wet y’are.”

Daisy flushes, standing up on shaky legs and lifts her dress above her waist. Her thong is white, slick soaked through and glistening on her thighs. Gator reaches forward and presses his fingers against the damp material. He moves them firmly up and down, Daisy rolls her hips into it and Gator lets out a low chuckle.

“Reckon you’re a good whore or… it’s only my cock that gets you soaked like this,” Gator muses, tilting his head as he pushes her panties to the side and gets his fingers against her folds. “Huh? You get this wet for those other fuckers?”

Daisy gasps, fingers grasping at the bunched material of her dress as she gazes down at his face.

“Answer me,” Gator demands when Daisy’s eyes glaze over from pleasure, his fingertips moving against her aching clit.

“No,” she whines, because it’s the truth. There’s bottles of lube hidden away in every single room. It’s nothing but men her fathers age and then there’s Gator. Handsome and around her age. Fucks her like he owns her. She won’t tell him he does. That she’s looking forward to their scheduled appointments. Cleans her room for him, wears clothes bought just for him and is soaking wet in anticipation. Hell, he’s the only client who gets to fuck her raw.

“That’s right,” he purrs, pulling his hand back and leans back against the bed, “Touch yourself for me.”

Daisy puts on a show, pushes her panties down mid thigh and spreads her lips with her fingers, giving him an eyeful of glistening folds. Rubs her pretty little clit in slow circles for him. Makes these breathy, quiet moans as she does it. Gator watches with an unimpressed expression that has Daisy insecure and eager to please. She slaps her pussy and inhales sharply at the way his eyebrows raise, moving to sink her fingers into her warm core. Fucking herself all slow and exaggerated, walls clenching around the digits and the desire to have his cock stretching them starts to get unbearable.

“Taste yourself,” Gator instructs.

She obliges instantly, shoving her fingers in her mouth and humming around them. Gator grins, eyes crinkling and Daisy clambers on top of him. Smashing their lips together desperately, grabbing his face and rocking her hips against him. Gator grabs her ass, squeezes it before delivering a harsh smack to the right cheek as he licks into her mouth. Daisy has a strict no kissing rule, but most of her rules go out the window when it comes to Gator. As much as she despises who he is, she’s overwhelmingly attracted to him. It’s carnal, animalistic the way they make out and rut against each other. Gator gropes her wherever he can, pressing his cock against her dripping cunt and rolling his hips. The most delicious slide, slick coating his shaft as he drags it through her folds. Their muffled moans fill the room as they writhe against each other. Daisy’s so goddamn wet Gator can feel it dripping down to his balls. He grabs her hair and tugs her back, breaking the kiss with strings of salvia still connecting their lips.

“Take that fucking dress off,” Gator demands, “Now.”

Daisy fumbles to pull the hem up and over her head, body exposed to him and his hands take advantage, smoothing down her sides and then back up to unclasp her lacy white bra. She tosses it aside and rolls her hips into him as his hands cup her breasts, thumbs grazing against her pert nipples. Daisy elicits a loud moan and Gator’s pinches her nipple and tugs it.

“Shh,” he scolds, “Don’t want your daddy knowing what an easy slut his little girl is.”

“Fuck,” Daisy gasps, hands moving to grab Gator’s wrist and forearm. His words produce a wave of euphoria laced shame, coating the length of his cock in even more slick. He uses her secret to blackmail her all the time, get dirt on her clients and get free services from her when he gets power hungry.

Gator hums, smirking up at her and says, “Does that make you wet? Screwing for money when daddy’s in the next room? Fuck, you’re such a whore. Picked the perfect profession.”

“Shut up,” she pleads in a moan.

“Ah ah,” Gator purses his lips as he smooths his hand up to wrap around Daisy’s neck, “I know you don’t wanna spend the night behind bars again. Soliciting a deputy and all.” Gator tsks, “Better behave.”

“Yes, sir,” Daisy gasps, feeling light headed with the pressure Gator’s got on her windpipe. Tells herself it’s part of the service, that she isn’t massively turned on by the power Gator truly holds. “I’m sorry, Deputy Tillman… I’ll be a good girl.”

“Music to my ears, darlin,” Gator drawls before giving a squeeze to her throat and letting go.

“How do you want me?” Daisy asks, breathlessly as her fingertips ghost down the swell of his biceps. She ignores the dumb tattoo peeking out of his sleeve.

“Ass up, face in the pillows,” Gator instructs and Daisy moves quick to get into position, thong still draped at her knees. Gator gets up, she can hear him undo his thigh strap and carefully placing it on the dresser before she feels him peel her underwear the rest of the way down. When she feels Gator’s hips pressing the globes of her ass, she knows he’s undressed. The tip of his cock grazes her fluttering hole, causing a whine to raise out of her throat and she pushes her ass back at him, desperate to catch the head of his cock in her hole and sink down on it. But Gator has other plans, grabs handfuls of her ass and spreads her cheeks before jiggling them in his hands. Watches her asshole flex from the motion and he spits on it, moving his thumb to spread his saliva against the hole she doesn’t let any other man touch. Hasn’t told Gator he’s the only man whose fucked her ass.

Gator spits again, uses it as lube to slip his thumb inside her asshole and groans lowly as Daisy’s toes curl.

“That’s it,” he coos, “Such a good little whore for me.”

Daisy keens, grabbing onto the pillows as she pushes her ass back at him. He spanks her with his right hand, so hard she’s sure she’s got an angry, red print of Gator’s large hand on it. Then he’s grabbing the base of his cock, swirling the head of it around Daisy’s clenching, dripping hole. He slips it in, but keeps it shallow. Just the tip.

“C’mon, Daisy,” he says condescendingly, “Fuck that dirty hole on my cock.”

Daisy’s head is swimming with just the tip, the notion that this is work completely vacated her thoughts. This is pure pleasure, all play and no work. Daisy fully believes in this moment that she exists to be used by Gator and God’s a real kind son of a bitch for giving her that purpose. She rolls her hips back, sinking down on Gator’s cock and he gasps. Her eyes are rolling back as he fills her up, all the way down to his tight balls. His cockhead presses into her g-spot so deliciously Daisy cannot hold back the guttural moan punching through her lips. He’s the only client to make her cum, to make sex enjoyable.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he exhales, “Tight little cunt, no matter how many dicks you take.”

His filthy words make both her holes clench around him. Gator wiggles his thumb and then uses the grip he’s got on her to drag her up and down his cock. He’s so thick and she’s squeezing him so tight. Can’t imagine not taking Gator raw. Needs to feel him without the stinky, thin layer of latex.

“Christ,” he moans softly, “Just keep squeezing that dick. You love it so much.”

Daisy fucks back against him, her nipples brushing against the bedspread as her tits sway with the motions. The sensation spreads hotly down her spine. The wet sounds of Gator’s cock sliding in and out of her cunt fill her ears, sprouting goosebumps over her skin as desperation starts to take over her. With each thrust of their hips, their skin meets with a sweaty slap and the tip of his cock brushes against her g-spot. Gator keeps letting out these low grunts, right hand gripping her hip tight enough to leave bruises. All the marks on her skin are left from him.

“So wet,” he chokes behind clenched teeth, “My little whore, all fucking mine.” He slaps her ass, “Yeah? I own this tight fuck hole, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she cries out, the slapping sounds of their skin gaining in tempo as Gator pounds into her relentlessly.

“Say it, bitch,” Gator seethes, moving her hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her harder against the mattress, “Tell me who owns this fucking pussy.”

Daisy turns her head, though her voice is still slightly muffled as she whimpers out, “You own this pussy, Gator owns me…”

“Damn fucking right,” he grunts. And just as he slips his thumb out of her ass to grip her hips, his radio goes off.

“Gator, do you copy?” that static laced voice rings throughout the room but the deputy ignores it, drilling into Daisy at breakneck speed, pushing involuntarily little yelps from her.

“Gator, you there?” Again, the voice comes through. “Gator,” in a singing tune.

“Fucking useless pricks,” he pulls out from Daisy and climbs off the bed. She sighs as she flips onto her back, rubbing her pussy as she watches his plump ass while he walks over to his vest.

“I’m fuckin’ busy,” he says into the radio and drops the vest, turning and grinning from ear to ear as he sees Daisy laid back, running her fingers through her folds as she eyes his hard cock.

“Fuckin’ busy or busy fuckin’?” The voice replies as Gator makes it to the edge of the mattress, stroking his cock while his eyes rake over Daisy’s body. “You with that whore again, ain’t ya, Gator?”

He rolls his eyes and climbs back on the mattress, gets between Daisy’s legs and slaps the head of his cock against her pussy, “Ignore ‘em, they’ll leave us alone.”

Daisy is used to what everyone says about her. Hell, the majority of Stark County Sheriff’s Department has paid for her services. She’d be amiss to ignore the realization that Gator talks about her to them, though.

“You tell ‘em about me?” she giggles, moving her hands up to play with her nipples while Gator drags the tip of his cock through her folds.

“Sure do,” he mumbles, “Tell ‘em you let me fuck your ass for no extra charge.”

“You get a flat fee,” Daisy admits, looking up to see his gelled back hair coming undone, the longer strands flopping out. He’s so frustratingly good looking, can’t help herself to grab his arms and pull his lips to hers. As Gator kisses back, he slips his cock into her hole which makes Daisy moan against his lips. Her legs come up to wrap around his waist and her arms drape around his shoulders.

He grinds into her cunt nice and deep before snapping his hips, head of his cock hitting her cervix in a way that has her body jolting and nails dragging down his back. Tears fill her eyes at the sharp sensation but Gator doesn’t relent, pounding into her pussy with abandon. Daisy has to bite his lip to stifle her cries but the assault makes Gator growl and break the kiss, pulling back and wrapping his fingers around her neck. Not applying too much pressure, but pressing her into the bed while he hammers his hips impossibly faster and harder, face all contorted in frustration and pleasure.

“Ya wanna bite me, bitch?” he grunts out.

Daisy whimpers, eyes rolling back in her head as Gator drills into her. Euphoria radiating all over her body as Gator slams against her g-spot repeatedly, turning Daisy into a drooling, incoherent mess as her voice attempts to apologize. Gator pouts, his thumb stroking her cheekbone as he slows his thrusts.

“Poor girl, make you cockdrunk already?” his voice is just a tad shaky, like he’s struggling not to fuck her into oblivion. “We just barely started, darlin.”

That’s another thing different about Gator as a client, the sex lasts hours. They usually do it more than once. Rest of her clients can barely last five minutes. Daisy wouldn’t complain though. Four hundred bucks for five minutes of laying on her back isn’t bad. Course, Gator gets a discounted price. Half off. It started because she actually enjoyed herself, had a rough time considering it work. Until he would leave, drop the cash on her dresser and not talk to her until he showed up for their next appointment. Gator makes her remember its work.

He drags his fingers down her arms before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, leaning down to connect their lips again. Daisy whimpers against it, squeezing her legs tighter around his waist and trying to chase the europhoria she felt just seconds ago. If he hadn’t slowed down she would’ve came. Gator likes to take his time, really drag it out of her. He can’t do anything without making it convoluted and difficult. Which he proves by shoving his cock as deep as it’ll go, their skin flush and then stills his hips. Pants into the kiss, moves his free hand up to squeeze her tit again. Daisy flicks her tongue against his and he wraps his lips around it, sucking on her tongue as he attempts to penetrate her even deeper. Fruitless, his cocks into the hilt, balls pressed against her ass.

The kiss quickly devolves into the pair of them moaning into open mouths, Gator thrusts but barely pulls back. And his cock is so hard and firm, Daisy’s squeezing around it with all she’s worth. Fuck, they’re libel to get stuck like this. Animals in heat. Pleasure swirling around in her stomach, bleeding down to all her nerves. They’re as connected as they’ll ever be, in the most raw and guttural way they can be. She opens her eyes as he pulls back, whimpers when his cock goes with him and she’s left feeling empty. Gator spreads her legs, looks down at her cunt and let’s a line of spit drip from his lips to her pretty, fucked bright pink pussy.

“Think it’s time you earned your money,” he pats her thigh, “Ride me, cowgirl.”

Daisy knows she’s well earned her money as is but she isn’t gonna say no to riding Gator. Gains a bit of her power back in that position. She nods enthusiastically and straddles Gator once he’s on his back, smoothes her hands through his chest hair and grazes her fingertips against his nipples. It earns her an almost pathetic moan from the man and Daisy’s giddy on it. She grinds her slicked up pussy against his hard cock, the slide easy from how soaked he gets her.

“C’mon, now,” he quirks an eyebrow, “Get on that cock and show me what you’re worth.”

Daisy licks her lips, lifts herself up and grabs hold of Gator’s erection, the head easily catches on her hole and she sinks down on him. Her puffy lips fall open as he fills her, a saccharine moan pouring out of her. He hums, eyes locked on where their bodies connect.

Then he directs her, “Slow. Wanna see it all. Need to see your pussy swallowin’ that cock.”

Holding onto his thighs, she leans back and slowly lifts her hips. Up until just the tips inside. She watches Gator’s expressions intently, his brown eyes blown wide with this hazy lust in them. Cheeks flushed and breathing heavily. His lips are swollen from the kisses.

“Take that cock, baby,” he mumbles out, sounding so delightfully dazed.

Baby. The word goes right to her head, makes her stomach fill with butterflies. Daisy complies, sinking back down on it and repeating the languid motions a few more times before she can’t take it anymore. Needs it faster and harder. Gator turns into a bumbling puddle, moaning out as he encourages her, “That’s it, yeah. Fuck yourself on my dick. Oh, yeah…”

“Gator,” she whines out, milking his cock with her tight cunt. Bouncing on his cock, squeezing his thighs for leverage. Her eyebrows pinch together and her mouth hangs open, chasing that burst of ecstasy only Gator can give her.

“Yeah, you filthy little slut,” he seethes, teeth clenched as his eyes dance around from their sexes up to her eyes and down to her tits.

Daisy huffs, moving a hand so she can rub erratic circles against her throbbing clit. Balancing herself on the one hand still plastered on Gator’s thigh. Feels the way her legs burn from exertion but she’s too focused on chasing the orgasm teasing her insides. Rides him like a woman gone mad. Gator’s moans turn breathless and border on whimpering, be it by her cunt quickly working his cock or her animalistic determination to get herself off, it’s doing something to him.

“Really workin’ for it, yeah?” Gator babbles out, “Gonna make yourself cream all over my cock, baby?”

“Feels so fucking good,” she heaves through pants.

“Mmm,” Gator’s hands snake around her hips, his own legs spreading which makes Daisy falter and she lets out a frustrated whine. “Don’t stop,” Gator tells her, fingers digging into her skin.

He begins thrusting up at her, the pair of them relentlessly humping each other. It’s a little sloppy, but the force of Gator’s hips pushes her over the edge. Intense waves of absolute heaven rippling through her, mouth open in a silent scream as she writhes against Gator. Vision gone absolutely white, riding out her orgasm blindly. Gator growls a laugh while he watches, reveling in the way her face scrunches and contorts as her body starts to buzz all over. He’s following close behind, before Daisy’s orgasm even finishes she feels his hot, thick seed filling her and leaking down the sides of his cock. Makes her cry out, body collapsing on top of him as he wraps an arm around her and fucks up into her, emptying all he’s got in her sore, used hole.

“Gator, Gator, Gator,” she chants breathlessly in his ear, tears trailing hotly down her cheeks as the aftershocks of her orgasm have her rolling her hips against him. Imagines he’s her husband. Imagines this is a marital love. That when they’re out in public they don’t hate each other.

He hums, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek before he’s pushing her off of him. Daisy lays on the mattress beside him, panting as she tries to catch her breath. Gator’s panting too, turns on his side and grabs her hip to pull her close. Drapes his arm around her as his lips find hers and they share lazy kisses.

“You let anyone else cum in ya?” he wonders aloud, lips dragging along hers. He hopes not. Can’t be too sure of her answer anyhow. She is a working girl after all. He pays her to be what he wants her to be. He still fantasizes about knocking her up, telling his dad he’s got no choice but to be with Daisy and keep filling her up with babies. She’s on birth control though, has that chip in her arm he hates so much.

“Gator,” she sighs as she presses her hand to his jaw and kisses him softly, “You’re the only one I let fuck me raw. Therefore… you’re the only man who's nut in me.”

He cringes, “Don’t talk like that. S’not ladylike.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m not much of a lady,” she kisses him again, can’t stop kissing him.

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Petrichor Chapter 6 Teaser - Full Chapter coming 08/09

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb) Teaser Words: 1,648 Chapter Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, ptsd, panic attack, blood, canon violence, bruises Summary:❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞ Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now. A/N: I've been rearranging chapters 6-9 because of what I want to happen in chapter 7 so here we are with a teaser lol If the format is wonky, I'm sorry. I literally hate this post editor with a burning passion and it's giving me all of the problems atm You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

It wasn’t that Jason was violent. That was never it. He could pick a fight just as good as the next person. But it was out of survival. It wasn’t because he liked the bloody and bruised knuckles. Or coming back with his body covered in shades of navy and maroon and the pain that went along with it. It was how he had to survive. Fight or die. Fight or let people take advantage of him.

He was small. He got lucky he grew taller as he got older but he was a small kid. It was either learn to fight and take what he could or get taken advantage of or die trying. It was learn to fight and hold his own or deal with whatever his dad would dish out or the new guy his mom brought home that didn’t really like kids. It was never that he wanted to be violent.

He was just angry with the world. Robin gives him the outlet. Robin lets him be violent in a way that’s productive. Robin lets him choose violence. Robin lets him pick fights that matter. Robin lets him let the anger and the violent side of him be a good thing instead of something that hinders him and something people find to be annoying and a nuisance. Robin has given him so fucking much including that outlet and he can’t lose it. And he just gets so fucking mad when he thinks about it. He's mad about it being taken away and mad at Bruce and a little mad at you for getting to use his outlet as your own, even when he knows that’s not fair.

It's the anger that always got the best of him. Not the violence.

“Where’s your head, Jay?” You ask, looking over your shoulder from the targets as Jason sits on the floor behind you.

Jason snaps away from his thoughts, looking over to you. “What?” He furrows his brows up at you.

“You're quiet and you’re never quiet unless something is bothering you.”

It's only been a few days but you know him better than anyone. It's been rough for him not having Robin. He wasn't Robin, technically, in San Francisco. He wasn't supposed to be anyway. He was supposed to be taking a break but that didn't seem to bother him as much as it does now. You're not entirely sure what the difference is this time but whatever it is, you've got this feeling that there's something more going on. Something's poking at his head.

Jason shakes his head. “Want to get back out there.” Jason scoffs.

You nod. “Yeah…” You suck in a breath, looking at your target full of knives before you move to sit in front of him. You match his position, stretching your legs out right beside his with your hands on the floor behind you to hold your weight. “You sure it doesn’t bug you I go out?” You ask.

Of course, it bothers him. That's his thing. But, it's yours, too. Maybe it wouldn't sting as much if you weren't going out with Bruce. But, there's nothing he can do about it and it would be wrong for him to even try. So, he bites his tongue about it.

“It’s fine, it’s your thing, too.”

You shake your head. “Yeah, but if it bothers you, I can wait until you get Robin back or I can just go out on my own.” You offer.

The first night Jason was benched, Bruce asked if you'd still join I'm for patrol. Jason assured you it was fine. So, you went and you talked later about it. He swore up and down it would be fine. You like to go out on patrol. You like to help people and who is he to try and take that away from you? You'd never do that to him.

“You think Bruce will be okay with that? You going out on your own?” Jason quips.

You grin before you let out a laugh. “Well, probably not anymore.”

Jason furrows his brows, his eyes scanning over your face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You bounce around how to tell him about your conversation with Bruce earlier without including the stuff about him. It's hard because on the one hand, you respect Bruce but on the other, he can be a little insufferable. And Jason looks up to him for reasons you don't really think you'll entirely understand. It's not your place to speak poorly of him to Jason. So, you tell him but you hope he doesn't ask what sparked the conversation in the first place.

“We, uh, we had a moral disagreement today.” You chew the inside of your cheek as you raise your brows.

“Ah,” Jason nods his head. “That why you don’t wanna go out tonight?” The moral disagreement doesn't surprise him. He knows how you feel about all of it but he is a little surprised you even brought up to Bruce.

“Amongst a few other things but yeah. I think he might think I’ll kill people now.” You roll your eyes.

Jason lets out a snort. “What the hell did you even say to make him think that?” Jason shakes his head. “Wait, let me guess.”

“I’m listening.” You gesture a hand for him to continue.

Jason clears his throat. “You should kill the Joker. He’s a piece of shit maniac clown who kills people for fun. He should be dead.” Jason grins at you. “Sound about right?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You groan through a laugh as you tilt your head back. “No.” You shake your head at him. "I said he was a homicidal, psychotic, sadist." You state. "And that he should die, yes." You mutter softly while Jason lets out a booming laugh.

He is certain you'll never let it go which he doesn't blame you for. He gets it. He doesn't like his dad but a part of him still wanted to go after Two-Face. Dick went after Zucco. Parents are killed and their kids want to take revenge. But, he also knows you and he doesn't think you'd ever actually try to kill anyone, but especially the Joker. You have more self-preservation than that.

“And he said something about we don’t cross that line or whatever?”

“Yep.” Your eyes widen as you nod your head. “Him and Dick think it’s ridiculous as if Dick didn’t feel that same way, ya know? But it’s the Joker. So, uh, I might have said his death is inevitable.” You scrunch your nose and maybe that was the wrong choice of words.

Jason eyes you carefully and there is something going on with you, too. It's one thing to have the moral disagreement with Bruce but to actually say anyone's death in inevitable seems a little off. Jason's so wrapped in his own anger, he's started to wonder if he's missing anything with you.

“Okay seriously, what the fuck is going on?” Jason nudges your leg with his.

“Nothing. I don’t think I really meant it or anything but I kind of wonder if Bruce thinks I’m serious and thinks I’m like a ticking time bomb or something.” You roll your eyes.

“Did he take the shit from you? The suit or anything?” Jason questions and he is getting increasingly more curious what even started that whole conversation and got you mad enough to say anything to Bruce.

“No. Why?”

“Then he doesn’t think you’re gonna out and kill people.” Jason chuckles. “He'd take it away and send you to Leslie if he thought you were serious.”

“Oh, well that’s a relief.” You chuckle softly. “Still don’t wanna go out tonight though.” You shake your head.

Jason pulls his legs to his chest, resting his forearms over his knees. "What started the whole conversation anyway? Did something happen?"

You pause and you hate lying to him. It's the one thing you really don't do with him. But, telling him why Bruce even talked to you, that just doesn't seem fair. You worry he might take Bruce's concern the wrong way. Maybe it'll send him spiraling even further. Maybe it's best if you just keep that to yourself.

"Nothing." You shake your head. "It's nothing, really." You assure him before you suck in a breath. “Seriously though, if you have a problem with me going out, you can tell me.”

The switch back the topic at hand does not go unnoticed and that's also uncharacteristic of you lately. You tell him everything that bothers you and what leads to it bothering you.

"Right, no. I said it's fine." Jason states. "If something's going on with you, you'd tell me, right?" Jason questions.

You nod your head. "Of course. Nothing's, uh, nothing's going on. You need to stop worrying." You offer him a cheeky grin and he knows you're lying. "Look, Jay, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't stand a chance out there. I know it's hard being benched and I don't wanna make it harder for you."

He knows you're lying but he can't figure out why you would lie to him about something like that. It doesn't seem important or serious enough to need a lie. Maybe a part of him is even hurt you won't tell him. But, he knows it's not fair to push because you don't push him when he's adamant about not tellin you. He hopes you'll tell him later when it's not so fresh.

Jason scoots closer to you, resting a hand on your thigh. “I’m fine, alright? Go out kick and some ass, with or without Bruce.” Jason grins at you. “Stop worrying so much.”

“I’ll always worry, I love you.” You smile wildly at him.

“Yeah, I love you, too.” Jason chuckles softly. “Im fine, I’ll be back out there in no time.”

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Coquet, Part 6 | JJK

Coquet, Part 6

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: SLOW BURN!; excessive cussing; A LOT of sexual tension; very explicit sexual conversations; vulnerable confessions; fluffy dance class; fluffy conversations; some angst; naked tub-talk; heavy teasing; food play; oral sex (F-receiving); nipple/breast play; protected sex; dirty talk; multiple orgasms; hyperstimulation; STAMINA! (IDC, it's a fic so I can do whatever I want 😂 ); spooning; bed-sharing

Word count: 9.6K+ words (Eeps! Sorrryyyyy)

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: So...I went from 0 to 120...Literally from having no idea to having ALL of the ideas 😂 Also, I did my best to look at ballroom dance videos. Please take it with a grain of salt. It’s meant to be fluffy and angsty! I really went through it with this chapter…literally could not get these two off my mind! I also may or may not have listened to Usher's "Seduction" on repeat. That said, I'll shut up now so you can all get to it. 🍸

Blinking up at the ceiling, you realized you’d fallen asleep. Specks of sunlight peeked into the room–but not so harshly where it aggravated your dull headache. Whoever invented blackout curtains needed to be given a Nobel Prize…stat!

You took a deep breath, but as soon as you released it, panic hit–the horrible inevitability of waking from a blissful dream into a nightmare reality. You had vague memories of the last few hours. The drinks. The dancing. The flirting with random guys. The trip to the ATM machine.

Jungkook…

You turn your head sharply to the other side of the bed to find it empty. The pillow tucked neatly under the sheets.

“Fuck!” You jump out of the bed immediately to find your purse. You hoped to god that he didn’t see all of that cash that you stuffed into your tiny clutch–cash you planned on paying him to have sex with you.

You spot it by the TV, sitting in the tray next to the hotel-standard ice bucket.

You squeeze your eyes shut and gripped your forehead. And it wasn’t just because of the hangover that was finally hitting you.

Did anything happen? You weren’t sure. You had fragments of memories from last night. But while you pondered on those, traces of bile made its way up from your gut, coating your tongue. You run into the bathroom, barely making it, then upchuck into the toilet bowl.

******

Before you hopped into the shower, you texted him. You stood there for a couple of minutes to wait for a response, but it didn’t come. You sighed, figuring that you might hear back from him by the time you were done washing up.

You looked at yourself in the mirror briefly, finally seeing the clothes that you had fallen asleep in. The last thing you remember before blacking out was him laying you on the bed, locked in a passionate kiss. Sometime after that, he may have taken your dress off and wiped your makeup off…even slipped one of his t-shirts on you. You lifted the material up to your nose and took a whiff of it. It smelled just like him.

You suddenly felt immense guilt. You vaguely remember being laser-focused on fucking him after you got back from the club…but you didn’t pace yourself and ended up making impulsive decisions. Maybe he was pissed off that you passed out on him and gave him blue balls?

You had feared the worst but tried to brush the thought aside. Maybe he was just downstairs grabbing coffee or decided to take a walk?

Without you.

Feeling resigned, you decide to step into the shower stall. Perhaps he would be back once you were done.

After a haphazard shower, you stepped out to find that Jungkook still hadn’t texted you back or called. Unlike yesterday, there was no breakfast, nor coffee laid out for you today.

You threw on some sweats and picked up the clothes that you slept in off the bathroom floor and put them in your laundry bag. You could at least leave that for housekeeping later today to wash and give his shirt back to him when it was clean.

Your phone pings with an incoming text. You rushed over to check thinking that it was Jungkook finally responding to your earlier messages.

Nope, it was just Jennie. She wanted to check to make sure that you were alive and still up for dance class today.

Fuuuuck…dance class. You squeezed your eyes shut once more and grimaced.

A follow-up text popped up on her message screen saying that Jungkook was at the coffee shop by himself and when she asked where you were, he said something about letting you sleep in.

You decided that it was better to have that uncomfortable conversation sooner rather than later. One thing you didn’t want was for this relationship with Jungkook to sour when you were so close to the end of your business arrangement.

******

You wander downstairs to the hotel coffee shop, standing by the doorway as you scan the room, searching for him. You recognized a few of the girls and guys from the day before–all nursing the same hangover in their own ways.

“Heyyy,” Jimin greets you with a big smile as he strolls towards you. He looked like he had gotten 10 hours of sleep when in reality, he’d only slept for 2. But your cousin has always been like that ever since you were old enough to drink together. You’d gone on trips to Vegas, New Orleans…even booze cruises to Mexico. He could drink anyone under the table.

“Uh, hey, Chim,” you croaked out, still a bit distracted.

He chuckled. “Oof, you sound just as horrible as you look.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Fuck you very much,” you say dryly.

“At least you smell clean,” he says with a teasing grin.

You roll your eyes at him then see him carrying a paper bag. “Oh, these are for Mindi and Taehyung,” he says, answering your silent question. “Taehyungie asked me to grab him some food. And Mindi couldn’t get out of bed so—I’m trying to be a good big brother and get her something to make her feel better.”

“That’s sweet of you,” you commented.

“Jimin-ah! Why aren’t you dressed yet?” His mom, your Auntie Dahlia remarks as she approaches him.

“Ma, we have like, another hour and a half before we leave. Tyeongie went back to sleep for a bit.”

“Aish…And I can tell from this that you haven’t showered yet,” she says, ignoring his last comment while she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling traces of hair product.

“Eomma, can’t I at least get a medal for being the least hungover of this group?”

“Sweetheart, that is not an achievement to be proud of. Now please, start pulling yourself together and see about getting Mindi up, too. I’m not about to be embarrassed with you all being late to this dance class,” she scolds him.

Jimin turns his face away from her and subtly rolls his eyes.

“How are you, honey?” She turns to you.

“I’m okay, auntie. Thank you for asking,” you smiled tightly.

Before she gets another word in, your mother closes in. “Oh, YN–did you forget to put on your retinol mask before going to bed last night?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at your mother. She had the worst timing, really. “Rosie–you’re not trying to push your beauty routine on YN again, are you?” Your dad remarks as he approaches her from behind.

You smiled warmly at him then furrowed your brows once you got a good look at him. “Dad, you’re looking a little pale. I know you didn’t party with the guys but–are you okay?”

He waves you off. “Oh, I’m fine, honey–”

“He missed a dose of his medicine and felt a little faint earlier,” your mom says with a hint of ‘I- told-you-so’ to her voice.

He sighed. “I took it once I remembered it,” he corrected her. “Besides, I just need to lie down. I needed some orange juice to raise my blood sugar.”

You look at him suspiciously. “Okay but–no more skipping! Do you want me to adjust the reminders on your phone?”

“That’s not necessary, YN. I’ll be fine. I won’t miss it, I promise.” He smiles before giving you a kiss on your temple before he walks off with your mother.

“Jimin-ah!” Auntie Dahlia says, giving Jimin a stern look–she did not need to repeat herself.

“Yes, eomma,” he says, sighing in exasperation after she walks away.

“So…you’re joining us for dance class?” You ask him.

He nods. “I’ve been drafted. Haru was supposed to partner up with Mindi but since he didn’t get in until half an hour ago, eomma figured he’d be useless so she asked me to do it. The instructor is a friend of hers from her swing-dance classes.”

“Oh…okay then. Listen, have you seen uh—“

“Yeah,” he cuts you off. “He’s at a corner table by the back room.”

You nodded, thanking him before he walked off.

******

You round the corner into the back room and found him just where Jimin said he was at. He was on his phone, mumbling into it. He lifted his eyes briefly, saw you walking towards him and rushed to sign off.

As soon as you reach him, he hangs up and puts his phone down, clicking the button to lock the screen.

You sit down opposite him and a server immediately approaches you, handing you a menu. Before they walk off, you quickly request for a pot of coffee and a glass of water.

When you turn your attention back to him, he’s scrolling through his phone again.

“Did you sleep well last night?” He asks absentmindedly without looking at you.

“Uh…yeah. A-and you?” You ask meekly.

He sighed heavily. “Somewhat. I don’t need much sleep anyway,” he says in a clipped tone.

After a long period of silence, you decided to get straight to the point.

“So…last night. Did…did anything happen, you know…between us?”

“If you’re wondering if we had sex, the answer is ‘no’,” he says contritely.

He was incensed…understandably so. You reeled him in with the promise of sex, only to leave him hanging. What kind of guy did you expect to be completely fine with that?

You blew out a breath.

“You seem relieved,” he points out sarcastically.

“N-no, that’s not…no.” You protest quietly. He shrugged. “Sure sounds like it.”

“A-are you upset with me?”

He lets out a bitter chuckle, finally peeling his eyes away from his phone screen to look at you. “Now why would I be upset?”

“Look…” you lowered your voice and looked around briefly before continuing. “I know you saw the money. I want to explain—“

“That’s not necessary. Nothing happened! No harm done,” he says icily before turning back to his phone.

“You say that but your face and tone tells me otherwise. Have I offended you?”

His nostrils flare, trying to rein in his annoyance before looking back at you again.

“Why would I be offended? You paid for me to come out here and pretend to be your adoring boyfriend. I did tell you that anything more intimate than kissing was extra and you did just that. It’s all part of the package,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

His words stung you. When you begged him to kiss you last night, he seemed eager to waive that fee. It was as if he wanted to kiss and touch you out of his own volition. Business arrangement, notwithstanding.

“Is that so? Whatever happened to ‘I’ll bill you later?’” You say, throwing last night’s remark back at him.

His eyebrows lift. “Ah, so you do remember last night.”

“I only…only remember fragments,” you say honestly. You don’t remember what else you said or did to or with him.

The context was too hazy for you and you wished you hadn’t drank that much. Then again, if you hadn’t taken in that much alcohol, would you still have come on to him like that?

He chuckled bitterly. “Well isn’t that incredibly convenient? Do you also remember deliberately withdrawing the money to pay for sex last night? Or was that part of your missing memory, too?”

You gasped at his comment but stopped short when the server returned with your coffee and water. They asked if you were ready to order but asked them for a few more minutes to decide.

You turn your attention back to Jungkook, who was now glaring at you.

You glowered back at him. “Well, excuse me for trying to be considerate! I only did that because…because I didn’t want you to think that I was expecting anything for free. Or…that I was expecting anything at all,” you spit out.

He scoffed. “Then it’s a good thing that nothing happened. You get to keep your money,” he seethed.

“Okay, so what if I did actually intend to have sex with you? What was the proper way to go about it? You said that it was an option but you never clarified the terms! Should we have shaken hands or signed a contract addendum? Should I have given you the money upfront before anything happened?” you bit out.

He rolled his eyes and leaned in. “I told you…sometimes it’s not always about the money.”

“If that’s the case then what are you so butthurt about?” You whispered harshly.

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek. He wished that he could hide his disappointment but it was written all over his face. He was upset. Upset that you didn’t take him for the real thing. Upset you still saw him as nothing more than a service that you paid for.

“I’m not butthurt about anything,” he lied through his teeth. “Let’s just drop it, okay?” He says dismissively.

The server returns and you place your order. He sat while you devoured your breakfast before trudging back to your room to get ready for dance class.

You pass each other in the room while you get dressed without saying a word—fully intent on keeping a safe distance.

You were incredibly annoyed at him for being pissed at you because of some confusing yet unclear reason. After all that, you still had to spend the morning with your bodies pressed together.

Just fucking perfect.

******

You and Jungkook sat in different seats in the shuttle on the way to the dance studio. Your talk during breakfast resulted in a stalemate–which you’d have to endure further here.

“Hey man,” Taehyung approached Jungkook, who was standing in one corner while you stood chattering with Mindi and Jennie.

“Hey–are you feeling better?” He asked.

“I’ve, uh…had better days.” Taehyung chuckled. “Jennie got a little mad at me this morning but after I told her that you helped me get back, she felt better about it.” Jungkook nodded.

“Also, just to let you know, I don’t normally drink that much. You can even ask YN–I’m a lightweight.”

“Then why would you let Haru keep forcing you to drink?”

Taehyung lifted a shoulder and twisted his mouth. “Haru has always said I’m too nice for my own good,” he says wryly. “Plus, I feel like he might have been acting out, I don’t know. I was just trying to be a good friend.”

“He should be lucky to have you on his side,” Jungkook comments.

“Speaking of luck, I just wanted to thank you again for getting me back safely. I’m glad that you were there.”

“It was nothing–it was the right thing to do,” Jungkook says gently.

“Well, I will say, my sister is lucky to have found you. With a guy like you? I don’t need to worry about her because I’m confident she’s in great hands.” He gives Jungkook's shoulder a firm squeeze before the teacher finally walks in to greet them.

He stands there, looking at you from across the room. His face softens as soon as realizes his fuckup. This was a collapse in your communication and he reacted emotionally. He lost his grip on logic there for a moment because…well, it was because of you. Each hour he spent talking to you, holding and kissing you–that grip kept loosening further.

He wanted to fix things. And even though he was still holding back, he wanted to know…had to know…if you felt the same.

******

“The wedding dance is an important dance in a couple’s life. A room full of family and friends…watching, smiling, taking bets as to how long the union will last. But remember–all you’ll have is each other and whatever skills you acquire here today.” The dance instructor then clasps their hands together and tells everyone to pair off.

You so badly wanted to walk towards Jimin but he was already getting into a hold with Mindi. You glower at Jungkook, who stretches out his hand unenthusiastically at you. You take it limply.

“Now, make sure you are pressed against each other–a little closer, dear,” she says as she pushes Mindi and Jimin together.

“Oh, god–I’m having war flashbacks from my junior prom,” Mindi groans.

“Dude, shut up! You could have just stayed at the hotel, you know–since Haru couldn’t drag his ass out of bed,” Jimin argues.

They bicker some more and only stop when the teacher tells them that she would tell their mother on them.

The teacher now moves over to you and Jungkook, pushing your hips closer together. You stiffen, almost trying to resist her–but you underestimate her size and strength. Eventually, she closes the gap between you.

“So, we’re doing a basic foxtrot. Nothing too crazy but I know Taehyungie wanted to try something unique for the wedding.”

Jennie was ecstatic–she definitely got her beauty sleep last night.

“Now, the men will lead with their left foot stepping forward, women will step back with their right, followed by two side steps. I’ll demonstrate.”

The teacher does it slowly while you all watch her reflection in the mirror. You go for a few tries–slowly at first until you all pick it up.

“The next step is the corner step. Now this is a really great element that we're going to use to one: change direction, and two: to help us avoid obstacles out on the dance floor, whether it may be other couples around us, or to just get us back to facing the direction we need to be traveling.”

She does a demonstration for the men and the steps for the women.

Jungkook releases his hold on you which was perfect timing since your palms were getting sweaty. You look away from him while you shake them off. When you look back, you see him typing a quick message into his phone before putting it away and returning to hold you again.

“Your mind is somewhere else.”

“It was but it’s back here now,” he deadpans.

“If you don’t want to be here, just say so,” you whispered harshly.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. ”I never said anything like that,” he mumbled.

“Okay, well can you at least pretend like you want to be here with me?” You glared at him.

“Who says I’m pretending?”

Before you could answer, the teacher announced that you’d try the routine with music. She pushed a button on her controller, assuming it was for her sound system. The music swells with a track that you know only Taehyung would have picked.

You let out a huff as soon as Bobby Darin’s voice fills the room.

Call me irresponsible

Call me unreliable

The teacher begins the count to set the pace. “Now slow, slow, quick-quick…slow, slow, quick-quick.”

Throw in undependable too

Do my foolish alibis

Bother you

You glanced at Jimin and Mindi, who glided past you. Jimin twirled his sister around, breaking their hold for a moment before Mindi turns out and does a little arabesque. So much for being hungover.

Well I'm not too clever

I just adore you

Jungkook is reluctant to move and you look up at him. “What’s wrong, Jungkook? Two left feet?“ You say smugly. Thankfully, Auntie Dahlia had taken you, along with her children, to a couple of these classes when you were teenagers. You knew some of the basic steps so wouldn't be completely embarrassed.

Go on and call me unpredictable

Tell me that I'm impractical

His face visibly relaxed but narrows his eyes at your challenging tone. He flashed a smirk before propelling forward. You stumble a little at first but you regain your composure as he guides you through the floor.

Rainbows I'm inclined to pursue

You cover the entire room, gliding from wall to wall. Whirling and turning in time to the music. It’s effortless. Of course he can dance, you thought wryly.

You glide past Taehyung and Jennie, who was giggling as she watched both of you navigate the floor with ease.

You go ahead call irresponsible

I admit I'm unreliable

But it is undeniably true

You gasped as Jungkook takes you by surprise, picking you up off your feet to twirl you. Your hands instinctively grab onto his shoulders for support, as a lifted dancer would know. You couldn’t help but grin.

As the music winds down, he spins you one last time before finishing with a slow dip.

That I'm irresponsibly mad for you

The teacher is elated at everyone making her job easier. She then turns to Taehyung and Jennie to work more closely with them, seeing as the other couples didn’t need it.

When Jungkook pulled you back upright, you were practically nose to nose. Once you were hyper-aware of the closeness, you release each other. You uncomfortably shift, chewing at your bottom lip. You were pissed before but now you weren’t. You peered up at him and found him rubbing his earlobe. It looked like a nervous tick. You wanted to break the ice.

“Hey, I'm—“

“Listen, I—“

It seems that you both had the same thing in mind. But before either of you could speak again, Mindi interrupts.

“Unnie…can we please switch partners? Jimin-oppa is so annoying!” She stomps her feet petulantly.

“Excuse me? How ‘bout, a thank you, oppa—for not leaving me hanging because my intended asshole of a partner decided to be selfish…yet again…”

Mindi rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine thank-you, oppa!” She says sarcastically. “Now please…would you mind if we switch just this once?” She grimaces.

“Uh…if Jungkook is fine with it, I’m good,” you say carefully.

His eyebrows knit. “So, you’re just going to push me into the arms of another woman?” he says in a lighter, teasing tone.

“Just giving you some time to miss me, that’s all,” you smiled over your shoulder before walking over to Jimin.

He chuckled as he got into hold with Mindi.

“Oh and Mindi-yah—“

“Yes, unnie?” She says excitedly.

“Can you please do me a favor and not look like you’re enjoying this too much? I’ll take him back in a heartbeat,” you say with a playful warning tone to her as Jimin stifles a laugh.

You and Jungkook exchange looks, smiling at each other. Whatever you had fought about was out the window but you knew that you still felt the need to talk about it. He did say that you both needed to stay honest with each other to make this arrangement work. And you wanted to…in more ways than one.

******

After you got back from dance class Jennie and Mindi wanted to hang out a bit and talk about wedding rehearsals tomorrow. Your mother also wanted to talk through some ideas with Jennie. She asked you to be there as a cushion–and to remind her that Jennie is the bride.

You didn’t get to talk much with Jungkook on the ride back and up until you got back to the hotel. The beach party was well underway. The staff put on a great spread, had a couple of bonfires going.

“YN?”

“Jennie, hey,” you smiled at her.

“Hey, thanks again for joining me and Tae earlier. That was so much fun!”

“Of course! It took me a while to brush up on the ballroom dancing basics but, I think we managed,” you smiled.

“Also, I can’t find Jungkook but I keep forgetting to personally thank him for bringing Taehyung back in one piece. I could fucking kill Haru for what he did,” she seethed.

She glowered at a distance where he stood mingling with his parents, still looking disheveled as he finally emerged from his room to join the festivities. You followed her line of sight to see that he was wearing sunglasses–after the sun had already set. His hangover must be hitting him hard.

You both turn to each other again, chuckling after you find each other rolling your eyes in unison.

“Seriously, though–please tell Jungkook that I’m very grateful to him.”

“Well, that’s…my man,” you smiled softly.

“You found a good one,” she says to you quietly. “Hang onto him.”

Your heart squeezes. You really needed to talk to Jungkook…and soon. You had to settle some things for your own peace of mind. All of these mixed signals or miscues–you needed some clarity.

“Before I forget…I’ve been thinking about last night and…I just felt bad about how I talked to you before our night ended. I want to tell you how sorry I am for being too snappy at you. I clearly should not be drinking too much,” she chuckled nervously. “I just get a little testy,” Jennie says apologetically.

You tilt your head to the side and softened your expression. “Oh, babe–if anything, I’m sorry for being a Debbie-downer by lingering on past drama. It was your night. I’m sorry if I messed things up,” you tell her.

She took a deep breath, took your hand and squeezed it. “Babe, you could never mess things up. You’ve been such a great friend to me.” There was something in her sad smile that made your brow furrow but you thought nothing of it.

Seconds later, you are pulled away by a couple of aunts who say that you have kept them waiting too long to talk about the new man in your life. You and Jennie shared a brief hug before she walked over to entertain her family.

******

Even though you and Jungkook were apart for the rest of the afternoon, you found ways to steal glances from each other. You’ve decided within you that you’d give yourself another 5 minutes in this conversation before you slip away and get him alone. You subtly set a timer on your phone and continue on with the conversation.

When your timer goes off, you excuse yourself, saying that you had to take a call. Once you turn around he was already there waiting behind you.

“Hey, mind if we talk?”

“Yeah. I was just going to come and find you. Do you want to sit over here?” You gestured at an ornately assembled log bench a few feet away, made from found fallen trees and recycled wood. It looked like a piece of art in itself.

“Listen, I wanted to apologize for being a dick this morning.” He says immediately when you both sit.

“Jungkook–”

“No, please…let me finish,” he pleads. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation last night. I knew that you were drunk and–things got a little out of hand. I should have known better,” he explains.

He looks into your eyes in all sincerity. “Just so you know, that’s not something that I do. I’m not like that. If…if you ever wanted to do anything…intimate, I want you to be clear-headed and able to consent. And most of all, to remember that it happened.”

“I’m really sorry for passing out,” you lamented.

“That was out of your control,” he says understandingly.

“And the money–”

“Look…the money,” he sighed. “You were right this morning. I should have explained things and should have been more clear about it…you know, if that was your intention. We should have talked about it beforehand.”

He looks at you. He didn’t have a cold, distant look in his eyes–unlike this morning. He looked earnest and open to you.

You nodded. “I…I don’t know. I was making assumptions and I shouldn’t have.”

That piqued his curiosity. “Assumptions?”

“Y-yeah,” you took a deep, awkward breath and released it. Might as well show some honesty now, you thought. Assumptions and mixed signals wouldn’t get you far.

“I somehow had it in my head that…everything that you were doing meant something more,” you finally say, looking away.

He caught his lower lip with his teeth, fidgeting with his lip piercing. He swallows hard, feeling a pang of guilt. You were being honest to him and he owed you that much.

He gave you a small smile. “You know, I really enjoyed getting to know you this week. I feel this connection with you that–I haven’t felt with…others.”

And just like that, you had officially veered into a gray area. He was fully aware and finally acknowledged it within himself. It wouldn’t do him any good to lie his way through this conversation–not with you.

“I feel like this whole week, you’ve been learning so much about me. Too much, I’m afraid. And I realized that I haven’t really asked much about you.”

“My normal life is pretty boring, to be honest,” he says wryly. You chuckled at that. “I’d still like to know.” You gave him a look of reassurance.

He smiled nervously, taking a deep breath. He had never divulged much about his real life to his clients. It would burst the fantasy bubble.

You coax him further. “Come on, tell me about yourself. Do you have, like, an interesting birthmark? Maybe, a childhood pet that you wish you could clone? Or…a weird quirk?”

He cleared his throat and paused for a beat before speaking. “I’m very sensitive to smells. I have three diffusers in my room and five air purifiers around my place. I work so much that my only best friend in the world is my parents’ dog, Gureum. I also have a scar on my cheek that I got after fighting with my cousin over a video game.”

You listened intently, finding his candidness endearing.

“Also, I can’t measure a mattress to save my life. Once, I bought the wrong size for my bed and I was too lazy to call the store to take it back, so I just cut it.”

“You…cut it? How? With what?” You ask curiously.

“Scissors!” He says it so plainly as if it was the only sensible tool.

“Scissors.” You repeated incredulously.

“Uh-huh!” He says smugly.

You look away for a moment, brows furrowing deeply at his ‘quirk’. Then you look back at him and begin to laugh hysterically at the thought of him actually cutting a mattress with scissors.

He nodded. “Yep. And it worked. I finally got to push my bed against the wall.”

You threw your head back and continued to guffaw. Watching you fall in absolute stitches tickles him and he starts to laugh along with you.

In the midst of your howling, you lose your balance and almost fall over but he catches you. As he holds you close to him, he feels your laughs reverberate through his chest, flowing through the depths of him. All of his worries and doubts fade away at the sound of that belly-laugh that he found so appealing early on. It was a sign of reassurance for him. He grabs on to the feeling, vowing to hold on to it for as long as he was able to.

Gasping for air, you start to calm down. “Wow–that–wow…I don’t even know what to say to that,” you giggled, wiping the tears that have pooled in your eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m a dork, I know.”

“That’s not what I pictured at all. You just seem like the coolest person in the room.”

“Key word being ‘seem,’” he points out.

You nodded and sighed. “Well, that was fun. Now, I want to head back upstairs.”

“Oh. Are you getting tired?” He asks.

“Not really, but I just feel like lazing around for the rest of the night. Maybe use that jacuzzi in the room for once,” you say casually as you start to walk away from him. “You can stay down here if you want, though.”

He raises an eyebrow at the thought, staying rooted to the spot for a few seconds. You were steps away from the main courtyard when he called your name. You turn around to see him jogging towards you.

“Changed your mind?”

“Yeah. I prefer to keep you company,” he uttered.

You smiled warmly at him before continuing to walk indoors and towards the elevators. “Okay. And just so you know, I plan on ordering room service. I want something fried and something sweet.”

“Sounds good to me,“ he says while he puts his arm around you.

******

After calling in your room service order, he offers to draw up the bath for you–bubbles and all. You changed out of your clothes while he watched the tub fill with water. After a few minutes, you walk in wearing a bathrobe, glanced at the tub, dipped your fingers in to check the temperature. It was hot enough to feel comfortable so you gave him your stamp of approval.

He gets up and begins to walk away to leave you in peace but you call out to him instead

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

You had a plan. Well, not really ‘a plan,’ but you wanted to try something.

He chuckled softly. “Do I have to wear a swimsuit if I get in?”

“No,” you say simply.

He raises an eyebrow, a gleam in his eyes. “Hold up–what happened to the YN who couldn’t even handle seeing my bare ass when I stepped into the shower last time?”

You laughed then shrugged your shoulders. “Let’s just say we’re past the awkward stage now.”

“Are you wearing a swimsuit?” He asks.

You scoffed then followed it with a chuckle. “Of course not! Don’t be ridiculous,” you say as you start to undo the robe’s sash.

His eyes widen then he quickly turns away right before the sides open. You shrug it off and hang it over by the hook on the wall then carefully step into the tub.

You started to giggle. “Now who’s being awkward?”

“I just–want to respect your boundaries, that’s all,” he reasons, eyes still shut.

“And you are,” you affirm. “I respect your boundaries, too. You can join me, only if you want to, but I also wouldn’t be mad if you won’t. I just wanted to relax. I figured you could use it, too.”

Truthfully, you weren’t sure where this would lead but you were taking a chance. You decided to roll with it.

You reached over towards the center of the tub that contained a small control panel, set a timer, then pushed the button to switch the jets on. You lean back against the tub and let your body sink further into the water. The bubbles, sticking to your chest and shoulders. You sighed and closed your eyes, not waiting for his response as the vibrations started to soothe your tired muscles.

Within a few seconds, you hear water sloshing and feel him settling opposite you, his foot grazing your calf when he steps in. When you open your eyes, his back is already leaning against the tub. His left knee is raised above the water, careful not to extend it too far towards you. His right leg, the one farthest away from you is stretched out against the side closest to the wall.

You smile at him and he gives you a smile back. “Happy?”

You chuckled softly then released a contented sigh. “At the moment, yes.”

You stared at each other silently while the tub jets continued to rumble around you, splashing water droplets around.

“Now that you’re here, can I ask you some more questions,” you finally say.

He laughs, pulling his hands out of the water and running his fingers through his hair, brushing it back. That view never gets old.

“Is that why you wanted to get me naked? Because you wanted to interrogate me some more?”

“You can always say ‘no’ to tub-talk.” You see a cloud of bubbles building up in front of you so you puffed out your cheeks and blew them towards him.

He laughs and dips his hand in the water again and splashes a little bit on you. “Fine. Hit me with more questions,” he relents.

“And you’ll still answer honestly?” You ask him pointedly.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. Because if you don’t, my foot is in really close proximity to your crotch so–”

He started laughing, “Let’s not get all violent now, shall we?” He says, unconsciously cupping himself in case you tried anything.

“I kid, I kid,” you say in between giggles. If you were going to be honest, you had other ideas for his crotch…ones that involved you being on your knees–but now’s not the time for that yet. Keep it together, YN!

You took a deep breath. After a brief pause, you ask, “Have you ever had an instance where your relationship with your client has gone past…I don’t know, outside of the agreed-upon business terms?”

“What, like a breach of contract?” He clarified.

You laughed softly. Your professional brain was jumping way ahead of you. “Mm…Like, if a client paid for an evening, have you ever—spent time with them outside of that timeframe?”

He scoffs then stretches his arms wide, resting them on the tub’s rim. You tried not to get too distracted by his muscles and his tattoos. “Why don’t you just be straight with me and ask me if I’ve ever dated a client before.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was only trying to finesse—“

“I thought we were past the whole awkward stage?”

You paused, staring into his eyes. You had to give him that. “Okay. So, have you dated a client before?” You asked directly.

“No, never,” he says.

“Would you ever date a client?” You followed up.

He regarded you intently. Even though you sounded direct, you were still trying to dance around your point. Before you booked him, you were uncomfortable with the idea of a boyfriend-for-hire. You were even more appalled at the thought of paying him--a stranger--to sleep with you. And you almost crossed that bridge. Almost.

As the week winds down and your time with him is about to come to an end, you decide to get to know him better. As bizarre as this experience started out for you, you were finally becoming comfortable with the idea of him being around and…just spending time with him.

“Just to be clear–after our arrangement, there won’t be any more clients to speak of. Like I said before, this will be my final booking…ever.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“What? You find the idea of me quitting the business hard to believe?”

“No, I find it harder to believe that you’ve never dated a client before. I feel like you flirt so much. It’s almost pathological for you,” you laughed.

He shrugged. “I’m just playing a part–like an actor.”

“And…you’ve slept with clients before?”

“Yes, I have. Not a lot, but I have.”

You tried not to look disappointed–but you appreciated that he didn’t try to lie about it.

“Does that bother you?” He asks quietly.

“A little, but only because I’m unfamiliar with what your business entails. It’s all part of the package, right? If it’s on the menu, what’s stopping them from trying it?”

“You could say that.” He shifted his position on the tub but kept his eyes on you. “But I will say–I don’t just sleep with my clients. I don’t offer that option to everyone. I have to feel some attraction when I first meet them–at least have some sort of connection.” His gaze becomes more intense as you let this information sink in.

Your brows furrowed. Looking away from him briefly, the wheels started to turn in your head. Since he offered you the option, that meant…

Gasping softly, your eyes flicker, seeing a ghost of a smile play at his lips, once you worked it out. It hit you like a ton of bricks but you didn’t want to be completely presumptive. You shifted in the water, unknowingly pressing your thighs together. He turns his head away for a moment and covers his mouth with his hand.

The water’s temperature was starting to drop and the peaks of bubbles were slowly deflating, leaving gaps where you could see through the water.

This wasn’t what you had in mind when you asked him to take a bath with you.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to regain control of the situation. “I have…a few more questions. If you could just humor me?” So far, he’s been pretty open tonight. Allowing you into his world little by little. You were toeing the line, sure–and you were trying to find out at what point he’d stop you.

He chuckled. “Alright.”

It was your cue to push in. “Let’s say a client wanted to have sex with you...”

His jaw squared for a second but his lips eventually curved into a smile. “Okay.”

“You would charge an extra fee on top of your normal rate, right?”

“Right.”

“Is that a flat rate or…are there particular things you’d do for a certain amount? Like, is there a menu of services that you cover?” It sounded silly after you heard it spill out of your mouth. But you were genuinely curious…for a number of reasons that you weren’t ready to disclose to him yet.

“I do tiers,” he replies smoothly.

Your eyebrows lift. “Tiers?”

What was this, a cellphone data plan? A country club membership?

He nods. “Yep.”

“Explain.”

“It sounds stupid but it’s just like first, second, and third base. Some don’t want to go all the way–they just want a little taste, and I try to be respectful of that.”

“So–you don’t even get to…finish?” You ask uncomfortably.

He laughs. “It’s not about me,” he explains. “The mistake most men make is to get it on so they can get off. But once I changed my perspective where I want to pleasure a woman because I want to get her off, then that’s pleasure for me. Whatever she wants to do to me in return–that’s just icing on the cake.”

Your cheeks heat up, stomach doing backflips but you still try your best to keep your cool. “That makes sense,” you managed to say. “So…what next?”

He cleared his throat. “After we’ve set terms, both of us consent, the money is exchanged…and then we get right into it,” he says candidly. He sounds disconnected from it all–completely opposite from what he said about needing to feel some connection before he slept with a client.

Then again, he hasn’t taken on anybody else for…however long, before accepting your booking. Maybe that’s why he sounded so blasé about it.

“How do you start? Do you just make-out, or…”

“Nah, ‘making out’ is too pedestrian. You can do that with anyone,” he says flippantly before licking his lips then lowering his voice. “The key here is seduction,” he says slowly.

Your chest rose noticeably as you took in a shaky breath. If your hands weren’t underwater, your palms would be sweaty as hell right about now.

“We’d talk first. I ask them questions…find out what they like…what makes them feel good.”

“Is there usually alcohol involved?”

“Very little, if any. Maybe just to calm some nerves but I try to settle that just by having a nice conversation first,” he explains. “I want to maintain the connection, if I can help it. Too much alcohol just dulls it.”

“Sounds like you like being in control,” you said.

He scoffed. “It might seem like that. But in reality–I’m giving up all control…to them.”

Your eyes blinked furiously. “Or–in this case, I’d give up control to you,” he corrects himself. “Make sense?”

“Y-yes,” you say breathlessly.

He stared at you a minute then nodded before he switched tact. “Now, I’d like to ask you something. I think that’s only fair, right?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

He tilted his head to one side and eyes narrowing slightly. His gaze boring holes through your soul. “Would you like me to seduce you now?”

As soon as he finishes his sentence, the timer runs out on the jets and they automatically shut off. You could practically hear a pin drop, save for your breaths echoing against the marble walls.

More bubbles have dissipated in the space between you two. If either of you had craned your necks further up, you would see all of each other.

You moistened your dry lips before responding. “I think that’s a bit of a foregone conclusion at this point, don’t you think?”

“So if it is, then–what else do I need to say or do to get you to sleep with me? Should I get on my knees and beg?” Just then you felt his fingers reach for your ankle, tracing subtle circles on it.

He bit at his bottom lip. Your gaze was locked to his, unable to look away. At that moment, you realized that you owned him and that he would do anything you wanted him to. And he knew it within himself, too.

A loud knocking at the door breaks the tension. You look away, suddenly remembering that you ordered room service.

“I’ve got it,” you remark coolly, reluctantly pulling your ankle away from him and bracing yourself to stand.

Before he could say a word, you stood up from the tub. He watched the water cascade down your body. He might have been in shock but you paid no attention to it.

As you begin to step out, he holds out a hand wordlessly to help you balance your weight so you don’t slip.

“Thanks,” you mouth at him. You take your robe from the hook on the wall. His eyes carefully watched as you slipped it on, pulling the sash tightly to close it. Maybe it was just you but you could have sworn that he had the slightest look of disappointment after you had done that.

You instructed the server to leave the cart, tipped them, and sent them on their way. You lifted one of the domed covers and picked up a fry and nibbled on it. There were slices of cake and some chocolate-covered strawberries in there as well.

While you assess each snack that you ordered, you see him emerge from the bathroom out of the corner of your eye. He had a towel wrapped around his waist which made the sizeable bulge that he had underneath it more inviting.

In those few brief minutes that you stepped away, the tension built up in seconds–and it felt much thicker than it did back in the bathroom.

Your eyes lifted as he sauntered towards you. “Hungry?” You ask him nonchalantly as you eyed one of the cakes.

“Not for food,” he says plainly as he closes in on you.

Your cheeks heated up, desire roiled from beneath your belly, pooling between your thighs. You had to commend yourself for all of the control you’ve managed to maintain, instead of just mindlessly throwing yourself at him.

He stops right next to you, you could see in his eyes that he was doing his best to hold himself back as well.

Your eyes shifted at the slice of chocolate cake drizzled with some red, berry reduction on top and around the plate. “You like chocolate?”

“If it was smeared all over your body, yes.” There was a dangerous purr to his voice that sent a shiver through you. You caught a whiff of something that made your mouth water and the apex of your thighs ache. Cologne? Toothpaste? Sweat? Whatever it was–it smelled fucking good.

He closed in further, moving slightly behind you. You dipped your finger at the frosting, capturing a dollop.

“You know I’m fully aware that you’re still naked underneath, right?”

“Yes,” you say simply as you turn your head to him, bringing your finger up to your mouth and licking it.

He narrowed his eyes at you, letting out a soft growl at your teasing.

“Oh, did you want some?” You stuck your finger into the frosting again and held it out to him. His hand curls around your wrist as he brings your hand close to his mouth, licking and sucking on your finger.

Guess two can play that game.

Once he releases it, he pushes your hand back to you.

“Do you want some more?” You ask him evenly despite the fact that your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

“You know what I want.” His voice was deeper, rougher. Lowering his head, Jungkook dragged his lips into the crook of your neck, tracing the throbbing vein in your throat.

“I know you want it, too,” he breathes into your ear. You melted into him, your body going lax as he pulled you close.

He lifted his head, regarding you intently. You returned his gaze–his eyes were overly bright yet pitch black at the same time. Being so close, the raw masculinity he exuded made your pulse erratic.

His last thread of control snaps. “Please,” he purred. “Just put me out of my misery.” He sounded needy–at this point, he didn’t give a shit if you made him get on his knees just so he could get a taste.

His words alone were enough to summon pornographic images you neither approved of nor realized existed within you–images of you bent over the table, pressed up against a wall or on your knees.

Before he could get another word in, you seal your lips over his to shut him up with a lush kiss. Your hands went to his hair, sliding through it, tugging. You arched your back when he tightened his arms around you.

Just as he had the night before, he had you on your back on the bed before you realized he was moving you. The robe gave way to his deft fingers, then he was cupping your breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“Jungkook–”

He sucked on your lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging your tender nipples.

“Oh my goood…” His mouth surrounded the tip of your breast, the wash of heat making you break into a sweat.

“I want to make you feel good. Tell me what you like,” he breathes out.

“You’re doing just that,” you whine.

He chuckles softly before darting the tip of his tongue at a hardened bud, making you squirm.

“Come on…tell me. I want to know,” he insists.

You’ve never been very vocal about what you wanted your partner to do to get you off. Whatever felt good, you guessed–as long as you reached an orgasm. But Jungkook was giving you the chance to tell him what you wanted and how you wanted it done.

“I want you…to eat me out,” you cringed as the words escaped your lips.

“Okay,” he smiled while he hovered above you. “How do you like it?”

You looked at him like an idiot. But you thought about how you got yourself off–guaranteed to make you see stars once your orgasm ripped through you.

“Licking, sucking–some fingers,” you reply.

“Alright then,” was all he said before he slid down

One of his hands pushed between your legs. They fell open shamelessly, your body so aroused you were almost feverish. His other hand continued to knead your breasts, making them unbearably sensitive.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his gaze sliding down your body to where he was parting you with his fingers.

He slid one finger carefully into you. Your eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out naked for him.

“You’re so tight.” He pulled out and thrust gently back into you. Your back bowed as you clenched around him. “So greedy.” He dipped his head lower and started to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You gasped audibly. “Sorry…it’s…it’s been a while,” you said embarrassingly.

“What did I say about saying ‘sorry?’” He pulled out and pushed back into you with two fingers, his lips sucking on the swollen bud. You couldn’t hold back a low, breathy moan. The man was exceptionally good with his hands and his tongue.

“Is that good? You like that?”

“Fuck, Jungkook…yes.” You were panting for him, your hips circling shamelessly onto his thrusting fingers, to which he had added a third one while his mouth wrapped around your pussy, humming into it. You felt as if you’d spontaneously combust if he didn’t get you off.

“I want to feel you,” you whined. “Please…”

“I know I said I wanted you to tell me what you want but…now, I just really want to make you cum now, just like this.” You’d never been so turned on in your life. You were near mindless, writhing with the need for an orgasm. Your nails dug deeply into his shoulder blades while your thighs tensed.

He was breathing hard, too. His face was flushed with lust…for you. And to think that you’d practically done nothing more than respond helplessly to him.

“I-I’m close.” You didn’t recognize your own voice as your walls rippled around his stroking fingers and fluttering tongue, his words pushing you to the brink.

“I’ve got you.” The pad of his thumb swiped and rubbed your clit in gentle, rhythmic circles. “I want to see your eyes when you cum for me.”

Everything tightened within you, the tension building as he massaged your clit and pushed his fingers in and out at a steady pace.

You climaxed with a throaty cry. You struggled to keep your eyes open while your face screwed up in pure arousal. The whites of your knuckles were evident as you gripped the sheets, your hips pumping onto his hand shamelessly, prolonging your orgasm.

Your ears rang as pleasure pulsed through you. You thought you heard him speak, but you lost the words when he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and covered your slick heat with his mouth once more.

“Wait—” you pushed at his head with your hands. You were too sensitive. But when his tongue licked your clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. More intense than the first time. He rimmed your opening, teasing, taunting with the promise of another orgasm.

He licked between your folds, dragging his tongue against your sensitive flesh. Your hands fisted at his hair, chest heaving as teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. You keened, hips moving restlessly into his relentless mouth, muscles tightening once more.

He finished with a tenderness that made your second orgasm roll through you like a crashing wave, swelling and washing over you in a rush of pleasure.

While you were in a post-orgasmic haze, he rose. You hear a distant sound of a foil packet ripping. When you come to, he threads his fingers with yours, stretching them above your head.

The tip of his cock aligned with the slick entrance of your body and as he pushed deliciously into you. You moaned, shifting to accommodate him while he settled between your thighs.

His breath was humid against your throat, his frame trembled slightly as he withdrew himself carefully then thrusting once more inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pushing him deeper, feeling his ass flex and release against your calves as your body took him to the hilt.

With your hands linked, he took your mouth and began to move, gliding in and out. You felt every hard inch of him. He drove the message home repeatedly until you were gasping against his mouth, thrashing beneath him, your hands almost suffering from the loss of circulation by how hard you gripped him.

“You’re so beautiful…so perfect, so good…” He groaned.

“Please, don’t stop,” you gasped as another climax built up within you.

“I don’t think I can. Want you…too much,” he says.

You came with a sharp, trembling cry, and he was right there with you. His pace quickened for several deep thrusts, then came…grunting your name while he spilled into you.

You sank into the mattress, sweaty and completely spent. You roll to your side briefly before gathering the strength to sit up. As you blink away the stars in your eyes, you find him dipping into the bed next to you once more.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I was…going to get cleaned up,” you replied.

With a glint in his eye, he chuckled mischievously. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” He whispers, after he discarded the used condom, pulling out a fresh one.

Biting your lip, he pushes his body onto you, sealing his mouth to yours–as if he could eat you alive.

At some point in between, you ate the food that you ordered as both of you were famished. But the break didn’t last long when you finally got to the chocolate cake. He ate some of it off you, you ate some of it off him.

You don’t remember how many more times he made you cum or where. On the bed, on the couch, the table, once more in the shower.

Each and every time, he was relentless and you were all too happy to take it. Under normal circumstances, you’d be completely exhausted and insist on sleeping.

But who needed sleep when you could spend your waking hours enjoying the company of this pleasure-god all night long?

It was daylight by the time you finally decided that both your needs were sated. You tossed the pillows that you had propped up between you a couple nights before and fell asleep, bodies still entangled. He spooned you from behind, placing feather-soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

Seconds before you drift off, you could have sworn that you heard him mumble in your ear…something about wanting to take care of you. Subconsciously, you wished that you hadn’t been so tired. All you could do was hum in response before you closed your eyes.

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