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seren1tyhaze · 10 months

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Vibration

PAIRING: dilf!mark lee x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

SUMMARY: Going home with Jaemin after another date leads to a night (and morning after) that you will never forget. Especially after you meet his incredibly hot Uncle Mark.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I present my official gift to my fellow Markfs for our beloved Mark Lee's birthday. This has been a long-standing, half-finished wip that was heavily inspired by MarkLeeInARobe2023 during that one live during tds2 where we are all pretty sure he wasn't wearing any underwear. Hope you all had a wonderful Mark Day and that you enjoy this gift from me to you :)

WARNINGS: explicit smut, alcohol consumption, mild swearing

PLAYLIST: Vibration by Mark Lee, Daddy Issues by Demi Lovato

Beast on the loose, rocking on Close your eyes and look Feel the vibration Do you feel alive?

“Shhhhhh…Jaem! We are going to get in trouble!” you squeal, dodging the tall man’s grabby hands as you wobble, almost dropping into the sparkling water of the pool under the night sky.

“Loosen up, silly,” he slurs back, bottle of tequila dangling from his long fingers dangerously over the slate tiles under your bare feet.

A third date with a cute guy from the IT department at work had turned into after dinner drinks and after after dinner drinks and dancing and shots and now you were stumbling around in the backyard of Jaemin’s house…?

“This is your house, right?” you ask, pausing and cocking your head to the right in punctuation as you watch him peel off his undershirt, his lightweight sweater long discarded half a bottle ago.

“I live here, yes,” he chuckles back, dropping down to let his feet dip into the light blue water of the beautiful pool set in the middle of the yard.

“My uncle is letting me stay with him for a few months before I find my own place.”

You take a moment to glance towards the large house in front of you. The entire back wall is floor to ceiling windows, giving a beautiful view of a modern and spacious kitchen, dim lighting illuminating granite countertops and shiny appliances. Jaemin’s uncle must be another one of these rich tech bros who never grew out of spending his money on shiny things. At least in this case you were benefiting from it.

You think you see some movement in the living room and are about to say something before you hear a loud splash and water shoots over your bare legs, dampening the flowy skirt of your thin dress.

Gasping, you shoot daggers at the smiley man in the pool, watching with interest as he dips his head back, running slender fingers through long auburn locks. You smile at him softly, tequila or lust clouding your judgment as you descend the stairs in the pool to meet him in the middle where your feet barely touch the bottom.

Jaemin’s hands find your waist underwater, pulling you closer to him as your dress billows out in the water, exposing you under the shimmering lights. A devious grin forms across his beautiful features as he tightens his grip on your waste and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Jaemin…don’t even think about it…” you warn, placing your hands on his shoulders preemptively.

Suddenly you are being tossed in the air and back into the water, head being pulled under the water and a muffled shriek bursting from your throat. You gasp for air as you break through the surface again only to find the charming boy in front of you laughing maniacally, clutching his middle underwater.

“Na Jaemin!” comes a loud voice, causing you both to snap your heads back towards the house, to find a blonde man with round wire frame glasses on the tip of his nose standing in black silk pajamas near the glass sliding door.

Jaemin is suddenly next to you and your heart is racing as the man takes another step closer to the pool, stepping into the moonlight. The rippling water of the pool is casting bright flashes across his face and strong frame, pants hugging his thighs before flaring out in a perfectly tailored length. His hair is on the longer side, similar to Jaemin’s but a beautiful pale blonde, dry and silky.

“Uncle Markkkk,” Jaemin slurs, tossing an arm around your shoulder, hand tangling instinctively in your long wet hair. You shrug violently in an attempt to get away from him, blush flaring up on your cheeks as you meet the stern man’s gaze.

“It’s late, use the indoor hot tub if you’re going to be out here. I don’t need pissed off neighbors,” he adds before turning on his heel to head back in the house. You don’t miss how his plump ass is accentuated by the silky material and have a hard time dragging your eyes away. Before he’s even out of sight, Jaemin’s hands are hungrily all over you again, sliding up your wet back to massage your shoulders.

“Jaemin, stop,” you warn, avoiding his kiss with a shake of your head. Getting caught has thrust you back to an embarrassed reality and you’re already plotting your escape via a long Uber ride back to your apartment.

“Don’t worry about Mark, he’s cool, I promise,” Jaemin coos, connecting his lips with your neck, wicked tongue making quick work at marking the skin there.

You melt under his touch, weak for that particular spot, and close the gap to connect further with his chest. Slotting your lips with his, you lick behind his teeth greedily, wrapping your arms around his neck and sighing against his lips.

“Fine, but take me inside, you owe me a shower and warm clothes,” you whisper against his mouth, linking your legs around his waist and grinding against his crotch as a silent promise.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed and sun streaming through the window. It feels late but when you check your phone you realize it was around the time you would wake up on a weekday. The house is silent and Jaemin’s backpack is gone from where he had messily strewn it the night before.

A note on his desk indicates he had been called into the office on this peaceful Saturday to deal with a possible data breach and you are welcome to anything in the kitchen. You check your phone to realize he’s already sent you money for an Uber and your heart sinks. He was cute, cuter than you usually went for and way too nice for you. You now know this has to be the last date with him, your commitment issues flaring up.

Mk usually plays tennis on Saturdays so the coast should be clear. Call me later xx

You sink into his desk chair, crumpling the note and letting it fall into the small waste basket. After a quick wash of your face and brush of your teeth, you shrug into one of Jaemin’s oversized hoodies, letting it drop long on your thighs and covering the boxer briefs he had lent you last night. Combing through your hair with your fingers, you pull the hood up over your head and pad downstairs, louder than you would have in someone’s home.

Making your way into the kitchen, you go straight to the fridge, yanking it open to find glass bottles of water lining the door. You uncap one and take it down in one gulp, thirsty beyond belief.

“Jaeminnie, we need to talk about last night,” comes the same voice who had startled you by the pool the night before.

You freeze, pushing the fridge door shut slowly. In the hoodie and boxers, with your hair and frame covered, you know you could easily be mistaken for the boy you had gone home with. You had similar build and heights and a quick glance over your shoulder confirms that Mark hadn’t lowered the newspaper he was reading.

“You can’t just keep fucking every beautiful girl you meet in my pool. What would my brother say about how I’m letting you spend your summer?” he continues in a condescending tone as you back up against the island, nervous to turn around.

“And by the sounds of you two in the shower, it sounds like she’s sexy as hell and quite the catch, so don’t you think it’s about time you settled down?” he finishes, lifting his tone up in a question, never lowering the paper.

You place the empty bottle down on the glossy countertop and cross the kitchen to the table where he sits, placing manicured fingertips on the top of the paper to get his attention.

“Quite the catch? Sexy as hell? Oh do tell me more about this beautiful girl,” you reply with a smirk, pulling the newspaper from the shocked man’s face.

“Jesus, fuck, I’m so sorry…” Mark trails off as you push the hood off your head, shaking your locks temptingly and giving him a quizzical cock of your brow.

“Don’t be sorry,” you start, leaning your hip against the edge of the table as you watch panic wash over his face.

His face looks freshly washed with no doubt luxury skincare applied immediately after and he is lounging casually in a dark blue robe with white trim, ML embroidered in gold thread at the chest. His toned chest is peaking through, belt loose at the waist and legs spread wide, bare legs ending in soft slippers planted on the floor.

“I heard someone leave early so I assumed it was you. I had no idea you were still here,” he tries to explain, fidgeting with the dangling edge of the belt. His eyes are struggling to meet yours, as you train your gaze down at him with your hands now shoved in the hoodie pocket.

“He had to head to work. He said you wouldn’t be here,” you reply softly, now feeling bad for grilling him as he squirmed below you. He looked soft and sweet in the morning light, drastically different from the stern fatherly tone he took last night at the edge of the pool.

“Can I make you a cappuccino? Some eggs?” he asks, sitting up in the chair, bare knees bumping against yours and sending a shiver up your spine.

“Hmm I was thinking of how I could repay you for your hospitality. This is quite a beautiful home you have here, Uncle Mark,” you reply, brushing your hand across his that was resting on his knee.

He winces at the name but looks down at your hand on his, turning his over to let your fingers lace with his. The tips of his fingers are calloused and you silently wonder if he plays guitar, having noticed some framed records on the wall on the stairs.

“Mark, please, just Mark,” he replies, voice coming out gravelly, eyes dying to roll into the back of his head at the name.

“And it’s fine, I don’t know how to make eggs anyways,” he adds, squeezing your hand gently as you move your other to the belt at his waist.

“Of course a filthy rich guy like you doesn’t cook,” you reply lightly, dropping down to your knees, releasing his hand and placing both your palms on his knees, knocking the edge of the robe out of the way to expose his bare thighs. As far as you can tell, he isn’t wearing any underwear and the thought of his hardening cock bare against his thigh makes you squeeze your legs together.

Mark widens his legs as his eyes narrow, watching you sitting back on your legs in front of him, baggy material pooling around your thighs. Before you can reach to pull the knot of his belt loose, he leans down and you feel your eyes slide shut, assuming he’s going to kiss you. He chuckles instead, breath warm across your lips as he tugs at the hood of the sweatshirt.

“Take this off now,” he commands, sitting back up in the chair and pulling at the belt himself, letting it slip to the floor. The robe falls open, revealing a toned and lean torso accompanied by muscular arms. His cock is hard and flushed red against his stomach and an evil smile is spread across his lips.

As soon as you’ve removed the offending material, your eyes go immediately to his cock, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you take in the sight of him. He’s dripping with sex appeal and you can’t help but stare. He’s definitely older than you and Jaemin but can’t be too much older by the look of his physique. His face is young and the blonde dye of his hair makes it impossible to detect any grays, if he even has any.

“Now where’s that thank you I was promised?” he asks, tipping his chin down to speak to you, hand balled into a fist at his knee. His eyes continue trailing down, landing on your breasts being pressed together by your bare upper arms as your hands rest on your knees. You look like a dream kneeling before him in nothing but gray boxers and it’s taking everything in him not to fuck you over the counter top.

You lean forward, sliding your hands gently up his smooth inner thighs, taking his leaking cock in your hand and lowering your lips to the head. You listen as Mark’s breathing slows and hear a soft moan slide from his lips as you close your lips around him, running the point of your tongue over his sensitive slit.

You chuckle at the noise, sending vibrations across him, using your hand to work the base of his shaft as you kitten lick his head. You let your teeth drag lightly against him every once and a while, tasting his woody musk. You let your eyes slip shut, rocking back and forth on your knees, the energy coursing through your body making you feel more alive than ever.

A disgruntled noise from above draws your gaze up and his hand is suddenly in your hair, pulling the long locks into a ponytail to pull you off his dick.

“Come on, sweetie, I know you can do better than that. I heard how Jaemin fucked your throat last night - my bed shares a wall with the shower,” he grunts out, voice dripping with filth as he accurately recounts your actions from the night before.

Spurred on by his words, you take his cock deep in your mouth, brushing up against the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks around him. You’re suddenly desperate to prove how well you can take him, despite being slightly bigger than Jaemin and holding far more confidence in the way he carries himself.

Mark lets out a high pitch yelp and you swear you can hear his voice break as he does, sliding his hand down your neck and to your upper back, causing you to shift forward and take him impossibly deeper. Your nose is pressed up into neatly trimmed hair and your eyes begin to water as he lifts his ass off the chair to thrust into your throat. You shift to accommodate him and look up through your lashes to him.

“Holy hell, that’s good,” he groans, arm muscles tensing as he digs his fingertips into your back, no doubt leaving bruises there.

You slide off him, dragging your tongue on the underside of his shaft and swirling around his tip. He squeezes his eyes shut tight behind his glasses, free hand pushing through strands of blonde that had fallen in front of his face.

Without much warning he is shooting warmth across your lips and chest, letting out a deep groan and reaching down to fist at himself through his orgasm. He looks down at you with a smile, lips curling up as if he’s about to say something devious.

“MELT! Babe, are you here?” comes a loud voice, echoing off the walls of the kitchen and causing you to pull back, heart pounding in your chest.

A tall, long-legged man in a polo shirt and athletic shorts appears, his socked feet coming to a stop at the sight of you on your knees on the glossy floor. His hair is dark and lightly permed, long bangs hanging perfectly over his eyebrows and a dainty gold chain laying against his tanned neck.

He gives you a long look up and down, eyes pausing on the cum glazing your lips as you freeze and dart nervous eyes over to Mark, who looks unbothered.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like Markie found something fun to do instead of tennis this morning,” comes his warm voice as he leans against the entryway to the kitchen.

“Ah Hyuckie, let me be, I texted you while you were golfing,” Mark says with a roll of his eyes and a huff, reaching a soft hand to your chin to pull you to your feet.

“Meet my not-so-better-half, Haechan,” Mark adds, comment directed at you as he brushes his lips against the corner of your mouth, licking away the remains of his release left there.

You gulp and drop your head sheepishly, looking down to your bare chest and covering it nervously with your arms. Twice in less than 24 hours you had been caught in a compromising position and this time you simply wanted to melt into the floor.

Haechan closes the space between you and you feel a hand in your hair, pulling you up gently to meet his gaze. His eyes are sparkling and beautiful, dark moles dotting his cheek and lips plump and soft.

“She’s cute,” he says to Mark, dipping his head down to brush his lips against your collarbone, tongue darting out to taste some of Mark’s cum on your skin.

“Tastes good too,” he adds with a smile.

“Did you enjoy sucking off my husband, darling?” he asks, dark eyes swimming with mischief. He looks breathtaking up close, features just as pretty as Mark’s and voice dripping with lust.

“Husband…” you trail off, unable to form a coherent sentence. You shoot daggers at Mark, who merely smiles and rolls his eyes again before moving to the coffee machine and starting to make another coffee.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

#nct smut #nct x reader #mark lee fanfic #mark lee x reader #mark lee smut #mark lee #nct fanfic #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut

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sweetracha · 1 year

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its like im too anxious to sleep 😞 but i have been drinking lots of fluids!!! im sure my meds will kick in soon and hopefully let me drift off 🥹

on another note - could you maybe write a daddy!jeongin thing but its mostly just reader being obsessed with his hands? (totally not projecting 🥴)

Oh Sugars, I understand that feeling it is awful! I'm very glad to hear you are drinking lots of fluids! My Sweeties got to stay healthy!

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warning: Daddy Dom Jeongin x Sub reader, female pronouns, choking, gagging, and pet names

Daddy's Hands

A soft light illuminated your room from the window on your right. You stretched and groaned, not wanting to face the world today. When you reached out to find comfort in your lover, he was gone. His spot in bed has a phantom warmth meaning his departure was not long ago. As your bare feet hit the cold wooden floor you hissed. You straightened out your sage green silk nightgown and made your way into the hall. It wasn’t long before the smell of toast and bacon filled your senses. If your suspicions were correct, you would find Jeongin in the kitchen.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” his chuckle at his own joke was raspier due to it still being the morning.

“Good morning prince charming” You strolled past him and gave a quick kiss on his cheek. While he was distracted you stole a piece of bacon.

“Wrong movies but I will let it pass because you are so adorable in the morning, princess. Now sit down and no more stealing food!” You followed his whiney instructions and sat at the kitchen island.

You watched Innie finish making breakfast but soon it was your turn to be distracted. Long and slender fingers grasped the whisk tight as he stirred the pancake batter. His other hand skillfully flipped the meat in the pan. When a bit you batter splashed out of the mixing bowl, he used two fingers to scoop it up and pop it into his mouth. How was this so sensual? You two had never fully discussed your addiction to his hands before. When he would tease you for staring too long you usually changed the subject or laughed it off. It was painfully obvious now, as you were soaking the seat below you, that you had a thing for his hands.

“Earth to y/n, baby? Hello?” it was clear he had noticed too. When you snapped back you saw the smug expression on his smirking lips. “Someone sees something they like?”

“I just spaced out while you were cooking, I am probably still tired” you deflected but he wasn't buying it.

“You just happened to be spacing out on my hands? You seem to be doing that a lot these days, hmmm” he grabbed something out from the fridge and set it in front of you. His hand cupped your face gently as he ran his thumb under your bottom lip. He stayed there and played for a second longer before pulling down your lip with the pad of his thumb. A soft moan left you. “if you are so distracted baby, maybe I need to give you something to do” he pulled the bowl closer and dipped his middle and ring finger into the sauce. “tell Daddy how this tastes.”

With that, he opened your mouth up and slide in the two fingers. He let the weight of the fingers sit on your tongue for a moment before he slides further and further back. The sweet taste of honey was left on their trail. As he inched towards the back of your throat you felt your gag reflex acting up. You attempted to pull away but Jeongin was quick to stop you with a hand to the back of your head. He cradled you in a position that should otherwise be sweet but inside was tainted with pure lust. “Uh Uh baby girl, no pulling away from daddy. Taste it” he looked into your watery pleading eyes with his own darkened cold ones. He slipped his fingers as far back as he could and gagged you. You fought back with a coughing fit as spit filled your mouth. When he was satisfied he retreated.

“Messy little thing for daddy” he cooed as the smeared your spit to coat your now plump lips. “What do we say, princess?”

“Thank you, Daddy” Your voice was almost gone at this point.

“Good girl” Along with his words went your panties as he ripped them off of you. “So fucking wet princess. All for me? Just a messy desperate thing for daddy, aren’t you?” he rubbed his hand up and down your cunt.

You moaned in pleasure at his soft petting movements but one particular motion elicited a gasp from you. Your clit hooked on his smooth cold metal rings and you couldn’t help expressing how good it felt. All of a sudden innie’s hand got wetter.

“Oh princess, you liked that? Are daddy’s rings cold on your hot skin? Must feel so nice”. He rubbed his rings into your spot with more intention and pressure now. He loved how you were falling apart in the kitchen chair, all because of his hands. Jeongin knew there wasn’t a single thought besides pleasure in your head. As he slipped in those same two fingers he used to gag you, the others wrapped around your throat.

His instant speed and pacing left you speechless. The fingers around your neck closed tighter and tighter the closer and closer you came to release. It was like his calling card to tell you he knew just how good he was fucking you. Then he hit that spot.

“FUC—DADDY!” you were begging and pulling away but being stopped by the back of the seat. You both knew however that you did not want this to end.

“Take it. Sit there and take it like the desperate girl you are. Finally getting fucked by my hands just the way you wanted.” His hand finally choked you fully. “So be grateful and cum for me”

Those words sent you over the edge as you spammed on his hands. He helped you ride out your high and was careful not to overstimulate you when he pulled out. Before he started aftercare however he had one more thing to do. Jeongin collected your juices on his fingers and shoved them back down your throat, the scene mirroring the one before. As you gaged he praised you.

“Daddy’s good girl”

#skz #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #sweetie of the bakery #yang jeongin #i.n. smut #jeongin x reader #i.n. x reader

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arainbowofchaos · 10 months

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You're my light ✩

pair: Jungkook x reader

genre : mainly angst and a sprinkle of fluff, owing to Jungkook's charming persona :)

warnings: mentions of alcoholism, depression, agoraphobia, daddy issues and grief

word count: 9k

summary: Trapped by social anxiety within the confines of your home, your world transforms upon Jungkook's arrival, your new neighbor. Little do you know, he's not just a stranger but a figure from your past with some hidden history. Could Jungkook hold the key to mend your emotional wounds and lead you towards healing?

[A/N]: Please lemme know what you think I'm getting anxiety just posting the whole thing, kinda put my heart in it. Thank you for taking the time to read.

Emotionally wounded, you watch raindrops collide with the windowpane in your kitchen, wondering how the rain would feel on your skin. Rain is a soothing melody, a solace that you have come to cherish. Over time, this sound became comforting, like a song on repeat. On days like this, the push to do anything fades away, and the guilt dissolves.

Childhood memories of carefree puddle-splashing play in your mind, a stark contrast to your current existence. You long to regain that spirit, but stepping outside triggers a heartache. It's sad how you have become a recluse, avoiding the world. In shame, you look at your hands, still holding the knife you've been using to chop vegetables. The rain has captured your attention, making cooking an afterthought.

This routine has become your comfort zone. You no longer venture beyond your home, convinced that there's nothing worthwhile outside. You find contentment in isolating yourself from the world around you. Your sensitivity is heightened to the point that everything wounds you – every comment, gesture, and thought grazes against you, leaving scars that will never fade. You've resigned yourself to living with these wounds indefinitely, seeing no reason to expose yourself to new ones.

Your mother had preached the importance of moving forward, but confidantes are scarce since her departure. Loneliness envelops you, and you carry your burdens alone. Pills offer fleeting relief from the pain, granting you sleep.

Your father's feelings of resentment towards you are like a cloud that comes and goes. He struggles with alcohol, which makes things even more complicated. Even though you left his home a long time ago, he still shows up at your place from time to time, causing scenes and making things difficult. His hurtful words and actions when you were younger have left deep scars, making you scared of trusting men and feeling like you don't deserve love.

Until your new neighbor steps into your life.

One Monday morning, he rings your doorbell persistently, but you consciously choose to ignore it. The chime continues to echo, punctuating the air with its urgency, yet you remain resolute, showcasing your mastery of avoidance.

His second visit takes a different turn. Instead of ringing or knocking, he leaves a dish of hwajeon for you on your doorstep, thoughtfully covered with a plastic dome. As you bend down to retrieve the dish, a note beneath it captures your attention.

"Hey there, I'm your new neighbor. Hope we can meet soon. Jeon Jungkook."

You're speechless. No one has ever made cakes for you before this day. Neither neighbors nor family have ever shown the slightest attention since your mother passed away. On that afternoon, you indulge in three floral cakes, sitting on your couch and sipping your red berry tea. And in that moment, your heart feels a bit lighter than usual. It's strange but for once, you feel like someone actually cares.

Jungkook doesn't wait long before coming for his third visit. When he knocks this time, you open the door right away, handing him his plate. It's been cleaned and carefully wrapped in a bag. Taking the bag quickly, he looks at you with surprise in his big brown eyes.

"Hey, I'm Jungkook."

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Thanks for the cakes... they were really good," you say, feeling a bit awkward. This kind of attention is new to you.

He grins, his dimples catching your attention. With that in mind, you take a quick look at him from top to bottom. He's tall and wears loose clothing, with piercings in his lip, ear, and eyebrow, and his arm is covered in tattoos. His underground style seems to suit him perfectly. He's definitely not your average guy.

"Thanks. I run the Kiwa Café downtown. Maybe you could drop by sometime?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm not really the type to go out. Have a good one."

You attempt to close the door, but he stops it with his arm. He’s got some strong arms.

"Wait, what if I bring you more treats to try? Since you don't really go out." he suggests.

You're taken aback, finding it hard to believe what you're hearing. Your expression softens as you timidly nod. Jungkook responds with a warm smile, saying, "Great, I'll drop by tomorrow with more goodies. And perhaps you could treat me to some coffee?" He playfully winks and takes a step back. His body remains turned toward you, as if he's reluctant to turn away. You thank him once more and close the door before he leaves your driveway.

You're left in a state of shock. What does this guy want? Why is he being so kind? You can't quite grasp the situation, but one thing is certain: you appreciate his way of talking to you. He effortlessly makes you feel comfortable, a rare occurrence for you.

The following day, Jungkook shows up at your door, dressed in a black crop top, a denim jacket, and blue ripped jeans. He's brought chocolate-filled hotteoks for you. You're torn between the excitement of the pancakes on your kitchen table and the delight of having Jungkook strolling through your apartment, softly singing. His presence carries a warm aura that envelops you in its positive energy.

You've fulfilled your promise and offered him a cup of coffee, complete with a metallic pink plate and a dessert fork. He finds the color charming, and you blush because compliments about your tableware are a rarity. As you both savor the sweet treats and chat, you learn more about each other. You find out that he's a lifelong resident of Busan and that he chose to move out of his parents' house because his brunch restaurant is thriving. The business is doing so well that he's been able to hire additional staff. He's looking to create more space in his life to enjoy moments outside of work.

When he asks you why you no longer leave your home, you honestly reply that there is nothing waiting for you and that you are content with the way things are. He listens without passing any judgment, a quality you greatly appreciate.

As your conversation drifts to cooking and books, you uncover that he's a sensitive and humorous individual, incapable of harboring negative judgments against others. Talking to him feels effortless; he has a way of making you feel at ease and never foolish. His voice carries a gentle cadence. He speaks slowly, ensuring that each word glides smoothly from his lips. There's no rush, just like the soothing sound of raindrops tapping against your window. It dawns on you that you could easily become accustomed to the comforting sound of Jungkook's voice filling the air as he talks to you.

Your conversation is abruptly disrupted by a forceful knock on the door, and your heart clenches as you apprehensively consider the potential visitor. In an instant, your father enters without warning, causing your heart to race. His surprise is unmistakable as he takes in the sight of Jungkook in your kitchen.

"Who's this guy?" Your father snaps, his gaze fixed directly on Jungkook. His anger radiates palpably, and you can easily discern the influence of alcohol in his slurred speech.

You remain silent, feeling deeply uncomfortable and shocked. Jungkook notices your immediate tensing as he enters. Just moments ago, you were just fine, but now it's painfully clear that this new arrival is unwelcome. Since you don't respond and seem terrified, Jungkook decides to speak up.

"I'm Jungkook, your new neighbor. And you?" Jungkook stands up and extends his hand to your father, who responds with a forceful strike rather than a handshake. You shiver from head to toe, feeling helpless in finding the right words to say.

"Get the hell outta here!" the man continues aggressively. However, Jungkook appears entirely unimpressed; he's determined to understand who this man is to you and won't leave you alone with him unless you confirm it's your wish.

"Y/N, you good?" Jungkook's concern shows. Tears well up in your eyes, and no sound emerges from your mouth. You feel like you can't breathe; a panic attack takes hold, and you're desperately trying to calm yourself.

"And she's crying again, what a mess!" your father curses. Those words are enough to prompt Jungkook to take a step forward, his tone resolute but composed.

"Sir, I'd appreciate it if you left now," Jungkook addresses your father calmly. "Y/N needs some space, and I think it's best for all of us if you give her that."

Your father's face turns red with anger, and his frustration becomes even more evident. He clenches his fists, and for a moment, it feels like he's about to explode. "An' who do ya even think y'are, tellin' me how t'handle my own family?" he fires back, his voice rising.

Jungkook maintains his composure, though a trace of concern flickers in his eyes. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I just want to help. Y/N deserves a bit of calm right now," he says, his tone even.

Your father's anger escalates into a scene. He raises his voice, exclaiming, "I dun' need no stra-nger tellin' me 'bout my own daugh-ter!" His words reverberate in the room, thickening the tension.

Jungkook keeps his gaze on your father, his patience unwavering. "I'm not here to lecture anyone. I'm just asking for a bit of understanding."

After a heated exchange of words, your father lets out an exasperated sigh and storms out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The room is left in an uneasy stillness, the weight of the confrontation lingering in the air. You're now alone with Jungkook, your heart still racing from the encounter.

Jungkook returns his attention to you, his expression softening. "Hey, you're okay. He's gone now. Just take deep breaths, alright? You're safe."

His words provide a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. You manage to steady your breathing, focusing on Jungkook's reassuring presence.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice still trembling.

Your new neighbor offers a gentle smile. "No need to thank me. I'm just here to make sure you're okay."

Without a word, Jungkook takes a step closer, his intention clear. You feel a warmth emanating from him, an unspoken gesture of support.

And then, in a moment of profound understanding, his arms envelop you in a gentle embrace. You welcome it, allowing yourself to lean into the hug, feeling his comforting presence wrap around you. Your hands find their place around his small waist, fingers curling slightly. It's been years since you've been hugged. Feeling Jungkook against you, his black curls tickling your face, his scent—a blend of orange and passion flower—is intoxicating.

...

The recent days have brought a wave of happiness, unlike any you've experienced in a long time. Jungkook has become a constant presence, visiting you almost every evening after closing his café. Each time, he arrives bearing the day's leftover treats, and you've noticed a pattern – it's almost as if he sets some items aside especially for you, given the appearance of new treats daily.

When he arrives, the two of you embark on culinary adventures together. Seeing him wear your pink apron unexpectedly charms you. He often ties his hair in a small bun, a detail you can't help but notice and find appealing. His comfort in your space is noticeable, and he respects your boundaries. He doesn't ask intrusive questions, and his curiosity never makes you uncomfortable. You feel grateful that he doesn't push for explanations after the incident with your father.

As the days pass, Jungkook's daily visits continue, leaving you to ponder the underlying reasons behind his actions. This situation intrigues you - you perceive yourself as ordinary, yet his consistently caring behavior since the beginning prompts you to wonder what might be driving it.

It's hard for you to fathom why your new neighbor seems so determined to drop by every day. You've contemplated the possibility that his feelings might extend beyond friendship, but considering you've only known each other for a week, it's unsettling.

It's the way he gazes at you intensely when he assumes you're not looking, and how he naturally gravitates towards your presence. It's not an everyday occurrence for such an attractive individual to show active interest in you. Slowly, you find yourself beginning to rely on his company, and it leaves you feeling anxious.

Gathering your thoughts, you find the courage to ask the question that has been swirling in your mind.

"Jungkook... I gotta know, why do you come over every single day?"

Surprise lights up his eyes; it's evident that he hadn't anticipated such a direct inquiry. He clears his throat, and a slight blush graces his cheeks.

"I really enjoy hanging out with you. If my visits bug you, just let me know" he answers, his voice gentle and reassuring. He fidgets with his lip piercing, briefly averting his gaze before locking eyes with you once again, a newfound intensity behind his look. While you accept his response, an intuitive feeling suggests that there's more beneath the surface.

"How can I put this?” You start to ponder with a touch of caution. “I like having you around. But I can't help but wonder if this routine might get old for you."

He shakes his head vehemently, his gaze tinged with a hint of sadness at what you've just suggested. Then, he asserts with conviction, "I value every moment we spend together, whether it's here or anywhere else. I'd love to take you out sometime, but I don't wanna rush it. What matters is us being together like this."

His way of conveying his feelings is beautifully simple; he genuinely just wants to spend time with you. You're flattered, and your astonishment is transparent on your face – it's as if you're struggling to believe the sincerity he's displaying. As Jungkook takes a step closer, the soft scent of his cologne envelops the room, infusing the air with a comforting familiarity. He gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers warm against your skin, and looks at you with a tenderness that's impossible to misunderstand. The truth of his intention is unmistakable.

"I want you to know how amazing you are. Seriously," he tells you with unwavering enthusiasm. Your head unconsciously tilts toward his touch, like a flower leaning into the sunlight, and your motion garners a fond chuckle from him. "And you're super cute, too."

Even though you're not really looking for romance, you find yourself hoping to have him around as much as you can. You know that his interest might not last forever, but you're not focusing on that right now. The happiness he brings you in the present is what matters most.

This is what ultimately leads you to the decision of accepting his invitation to join him for a drink at his café.

"You know what? I've been thinking... I'd like to check out your café. See where you work," you admit, your words laced with a mixture of curiosity and eagerness.

Jungkook's face brightens, a wide grin forming on his face. His enthusiasm is palpable as he practically springs up from his seat.

"Really? That's awesome!" he exclaims, the genuine delight in his voice making your heart skip a beat. You both reach an agreement that this visit will happen before the café's opening hours. The next day, he'll come to pick you up in his car, a detail that adds a tinge of excitement to the anticipation.

...

If you were to describe Jungkook's café, you'd say it's vibrant and luminous. The space isn't huge, but it's cozy. Along the bay window's entire length, carefully arranged flower pots create a greenhouse-like atmosphere. Small tables are tucked away in this space. The use of materials, like wood and black metal, adds an industrial feel. The ambiance radiates warmth and elegance, suggesting he's tailored the café to match his personality.

From Jungkook's expression, you can tell how delighted he is that you wanted to explore his work. You understand how much energy and passion he's invested in his business. It warms your heart to see him bustling behind the counter, preparing your black sesame lattes while humming a happy tune.

When he joins you at the table nearest to the bay window, right beside the azaleas (which are so exquisite that you want to appreciate them up close), he places the two lattes on the table with utmost care. A heart-shaped milk foam graces the surface of your latte, an attention to detail that elicits another slightly quicker heartbeat from you.

Amused, Jungkook observes your contemplation of the drink, a playful glint in his eyes. You lift your gaze, your cheeks tinged with a soft blush, and you offer a genuine expression of gratitude. If he punctuates this exchange with a sly wink, it's merely to incite laughter and a fond roll of your eyes – he's become quite attuned to your reactions.

Taking out his phone, Jungkook seems a bit nervous and asks, "Can I take a picture of you?"

"Why? I... uh…" Panic sets in – photos aren't really your thing, and you kind of wish you could just disappear.

"It's like your first time out in forever, you know? Capturing the moment could be cool."

But you're not totally convinced. You're thinking of saying it's kind of silly, and honestly, you don't feel like you deserve all this attention. I mean, you're mostly here because of him, right?

"What if you took a picture of me too?"

It's this last proposition that changes your mind. A photograph of Jungkook is something you genuinely desire. Perhaps it could be a way to keep him close even when he's absent? You might seem like a stalker, but your newly awakened feelings can't be suppressed. You nod and retrieve your rarely-used phone; this seems like the perfect opportunity.

He gets into a pose all effortlessly, with this tender look in his eyes. You snap the shot, capturing his cute smile forever in your phone's gallery.

"Now it's my turn."

You're not sure how to pose, so you just kind of shyly look at him while holding up your latte.

"You look really nice," he says quietly from behind his phone, and those words make you way happier than you'd admit. Taking a sip of your coffee, you segue into conversation.

"Your coffee is amazing, and I really love the vibe. I get why it's doing well."

He grins at your nice words, looking kind of proud.

"Thanks, I'm glad you like it. You're welcome here anytime."

"I don't want to bother you while you're working, though."

"Nah, you're not bothering me. Time drags when you're not around."

And you're not sure if it's the latte or just his friendliness, but words start flowing out before you can even think.

"I could actually work here. It'd be a good spot for me to write my articles."

Jungkook nearly chokes on his coffee, but he's got this big happy smile on his face.

"That would be awesome," he says, all gentle and sincere.

This is the first time a man has made you feel so desired in a way that isn't just about the physical. He also feels the need to have you around all the time. He's equally invested. And even if you don't fully comprehend your contribution, you're determined to reciprocate, to make him feel as special as he makes you feel.

...

You've been involved in writing literary articles for a long time, tracing back to your primary passion: reading. It all started with a simple personal blog during your teenage years, where sharing your thoughts online gradually captured your interest. As your blog gained more followers, you could sense your confidence and pride blossoming. Suddenly, at 20 years old, an unexpected opportunity knocked on your door. A renowned literary journal offered you a chance to write a weekly article. The thought of working remotely and getting paid to review new publications felt almost unreal. Writing was the most cherished aspect of your life, and this offer meant the world to you.

But little did you realize that this enjoyment of yours could deepen even further... until that fateful day when you made the decision to spend your time working in Jungkook's café.

As you step into the café on your own, he instantly notices, rushing over with uncontained excitement to envelop you in a tight hug, even lifting you off the ground. The words of genuine pride he whispers into your ear create a unique warmth that ignites within you. Experiencing his authentic appreciation becomes one of the most heartwarming sensations you've known.

And then, unexpectedly, he brings forth an assortment of beverages – tea, lemonade, and orange juice – with almost whimsical efficiency, all in quick succession, "to keep you perfectly hydrated!" His insistence on not accepting any payment only adds to the sincerity of the gesture.

As night's curtain descends upon the café, he bids his farewell to the last customer, turning to cast you a smile that seems to hold the very essence of genuineness and sincerity. "What an absolutely incredible day!" he exclaims with an infectious enthusiasm that swiftly spreads to you.

Throughout the day, you've been attentively observing Jungkook as he effortlessly manages the café's bustling operations. Every interaction with customers is an exquisite display of his innate politeness and warmth. From the way he greets them with a genuine smile to how he takes the time to inquire about their preferences, it's clear that his kindness isn't reserved just for you.

You're deeply moved by how your connection with Jungkook has grown. He's been persistent in breaking down your walls from the very start. This transformation is clear: in a short time, Jungkook has become a significant part of your life, a cherished friend. Despite initially thinking you could handle things alone, you're now openly admitting that his presence brings you real happiness.

The issue lies in the fact that when you return home in the evenings after your days spent together, the burden of anxiety returns to rest upon your shoulders. A new kind of apprehension emerges – the fear of losing the friendship that provides you with so much solace. Tears well up at the mere thought of a future without him, and you're frustrated with yourself for feeling this way. Why does it seem so difficult for you to appreciate the current moment? You find yourself convinced that someone as wonderful as Jungkook doesn't belong in your life, especially when he embodies all the qualities you could ever wish for in a person.

...

Jungkook vividly remembers the first time he laid eyes on you. Both of you were in middle school, but in different classes due to your two-year age difference. He was pushed by a classmate from your class because he was doodling cute characters on paper instead of playing soccer. Instead of making fun of him like everyone else, you stepped in to defend him. At that time, you were more confident, and confronting others didn't bother you. You simply couldn't ignore injustice. When you helped him pick up his pencils from the ground and flattened his crumpled drawing under your books, you said words he could never forget, "Hey, don't let anyone boss you around. You've got every right to follow your passions!" with a wink that made his stomach flip. He didn't know what love was back then, but that's when he started paying attention to you.

That's why he noticed the exact moment when the change occurred in you. He still doesn't know the reason to this day, but it used to torture him. He observed how you withdraw into yourself. You spent time alone during breaks, barely responding to your classmates' invitations. He liked coming close to you to draw, and you didn't object; you let him do it as you read your book quietly. Occasionally, you exchanged knowing glances, but no words were spoken. During those moments, he felt like he was supporting you – not leaving you alone like everyone else seemed to do. How could he not notice the spark extinguished in your eyes? You, who used to talk and laugh loudly, had become silent.

And then one day, you finished school and he lost sight of you. It made him really sad, his heart felt broken without you around. What you might not know is that Jungkook never forgot you, even during the years when he couldn't find you. He held onto memories of you, even when he had chances for romantic relationships. The idea of you stayed in his thoughts, making it difficult for him to let go completely, his mind always coming back to you.

A few months ago, he came across an article written by you – he couldn’t believe it. Just seeing your name brought back so many memories. He dedicated hours to reading your frequently updated blog. Learning that you've been residing near his café filled him with immense joy. He felt like the luckiest person alive.

And so, he decided to leave his parents' home and quickly found a place to live right next to yours. Some might find this weird, but for him, it was a natural step to reconnect with you. Your warm welcome was just like it had been before. Believing in destiny, he sees this reunion as something meant to happen. His goal now is to help you find your carefree self again, if you're open to it. And it seems you are.

There's one thing that Jungkook would like to come clean about: he wants you to remember the 12-year-old boy he was. He needs to admit that he was that person to you, even if it might change things between you.

...

It's 6 AM, and Jungkook's awakened by his usual alarm – just like every morning, you're the first thing that pops into his head, especially since your photo adorns his phone’s wallpaper. It's been a few weeks of almost daily hangouts, and he senses you're opening up bit by bit – he really wants to gather the guts to ask you out. He worries that if he waits too long, you might start misconstruing his intentions. He just wants to make it clear he doesn't want you to see him as just a friend.

Running his fingers through his dark hair, he lets out a groan before burying his head in his pillow. He knows he'll have to gather his courage and take the leap soon. Jungkook gets out of bed and heads for a shower to clear his mind – when he's suddenly alerted by the sound of his front doorbell ringing. Quickly slipping into a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, he rushes to open his front door.

Standing right there is... you, and it doesn't take him long to realize that your eyes are red and puffy, and it's evident that you've been crying. Your braids are disheveled, and you're still clad in your hello kitty pajamas.

"I... I kind of just showed up... I saw your lights on... I'm... sorry... didn't mean to bug you," you sob, and it's a heart-wrenching sight that tugs at his emotions. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his embrace, aiming to provide comfort.

"I'm here, you're not bugging me at all, you did the right thing by coming over. C'mon in," he reassures you in a gentle voice. Jungkook's scent carries a hint of soap, and you're enveloped in it, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your cheek. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat has a soothing effect, helping you regain control of your own breathing.

As he welcomes you into his home, Jungkook closes the door behind you and leads you into his living room. There's minimal furniture – just a sofa and a TV – he moved in not too long ago, after all. And most of his free time has been dedicated almost exclusively to you. He motions for you to sit on the couch and takes a spot nearby, leaving a small gap between you to avoid overwhelming you. To his surprise, it's you who scoots closer, seeking solace in his arms again – and he's more than happy to oblige. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as if silently saying, I'm here.

"Hey, what's going on, Y/N? You seem really upset," Jungkook worries. His voice still holds traces of morning huskiness, and his warm breath brushes against your skin. You're enveloped in a comforting atmosphere.

"I... I'm just struggling... with everything... and it's like I'm scared of every little thing," you admit, but what you really mean is I feel like I’m suffocating when you're not around. "Before you came along, being alone was fine... but now…”

And maybe nobody else could quite grasp the weight of what you're expressing, but he gets it immediately – he holds you even tighter, offering reassurance.

"I like being around you too. You shouldn't stress about it, it's a good thing,"he says gently.

"Nah," you reply with a serious tone. "I don't want... to end up relying on whether I see you or not... it's kinda silly, I barely know you." And even if you come across as rude, you don't care. You need to let it all out. Your eyes are brimming with tears as you try to explain. "If you leave, what am I supposed to do? I don't want to feel like I can't function without you."

Jungkook chuckles softly—not at you, but at your words. You're not used to relying on anyone. You've lived in seclusion for so long that the simple realization that you're comfortable with someone triggers a tsunami of tears within you.

He decides that now is finally the right time to be honest. You were the one who first confessed your feelings to him—albeit clumsily. And seeing you cry like this, it's clear that there's something there for him, even if it's just a tiny spark.

"I can't imagine doing well without you either," Jungkook admits softly. Your face turns to him swiftly as his words reach your ears. His gaze is unapologetic, genuine, full of tenderness, and you can barely meet his eyes because of how intimidated you are.

"What do you mean? We've only known each other for a few weeks," you express, a bit stunned. "How can you be sure about that?" You inquire further.

Jungkook pauses - this is the moment. His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "To be honest, we've known each other for a bit longer." You lean back a bit, pulling away from Jungkook, much to his regret, but it's expected; his words have taken you by surprise.

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, cautious and a bit skeptical.

"Just give me a moment, I'll be back soon. It'll make sense," He says with a reassuring smile.

Jungkook gets up from the couch and disappears for what feels like a long, endless few minutes before he returns, holding a photo album in his hands. He settles back down beside you and offers you the album. "I was around 12 years old in these class photos. Maybe it'll jog your memory."

You could have never predicted what was about to unfold. As you turn the pages of the album, suddenly there's a photo of a little boy looking back at you. He's dressed in a school uniform - much like the one you wore in middle school. And you recognize him, but it's hard to believe it could actually be Jungkook, right?

Your eyes widen so much that no more tears come out; you're just in shock. You can't even speak.

"Look, I hope you're not mad. This wasn't easy for me to spill out. I was worried you'd want nothing to do with me after this," he says with a touch of nervousness.

You shake your head, finding it hard to believe his words."Wait, Jungkook, you're telling me this little guy is you? The one who used to draw next to me every single recess?"

He nods, a bit shyly, and it's like you're seeing your old schoolmate all over again. The one who was always hanging around, no matter where you went, bringing you some kind of comfort during those tough times after your mother passed away. Suddenly, all those memories, the good and the bad, are swirling in your head, and honestly, you just want to hit reset, go back to square one. You jump up, needing to leave, to head back home, pop those pills to make the past just shut up.

"Don't go like that, just let me explain." Jungkook tries to hold you back, but you're already in the entryway, your hand on the doorknob.

"I probably shouldn't have come here. Jungkook, I... I'm not mad at you, but I really need to leave."

"Wait, hold on. Can we talk instead of you leaving like this? Please, don't disappear on me again!" And he's yelling at this point, his voice echoing in the room, and you realize the pain it holds. Suddenly, you're no longer thinking about yourself, but about this vulnerable boy who wants to keep you close. What are you afraid of?

"I've got a lot of baggage, you know. I... I don't think I deserve your attention. It's like a waste of time for you to be with someone like me." you declare with frustration.

"I might not know all the details about your past, but I see you as an amazing person. And I really care about you, like, a lot." Jungkook's words come out gently, his gaze steady on yours, as if he's trying to express the sincerity of his emotions.

"Can you give trusting me a chance?" He's asking sincerely, and you want to agree, but you're afraid of how he might react once he realizes how messed up you truly are.

With a reluctant nod and a hint of hesitation in your gaze, you still find yourself willingly accepting the hand he's reaching out to you. There's a sense of liberation in letting your guard down. Confronting your anxiety attacks with Jungkook by your side seems to surpass the effectiveness of any medication, even though it involves the potential risk of future pain.

...

"Have you continued drawing, Jungkook?" You inquire, a genuine curiosity lacing your words.

His response is tinged with humility. "Yeah, I still doodle here and there, but I won't pretend I'm some pro. It's just a thing I do for fun."

A playful grin forms on your lips. "Is there anything you're not good at?"

He playfully retorts, "Well, you'll probably find out sooner or later if you stick around."

A chuckle escapes your lips. You're in it for the long haul.

After the revelations Jungkook shared, everything suddenly clicks into place, a puzzle of emotions now neatly assembled. The enigma of why this extraordinary man took interest in you unravels, fittingly revealing its answer. Welcoming a figure from your past back into your present is as bewildering as it is enlightening, considering the deliberate isolation you've woven around yourself. Encountering a familiar face wasn't part of the story you had envisioned.

From that morning onward, a new rhythm emerges. You initially thought you'd want alone time to process the revealed truths, but surprisingly, you find yourself craving his company, seeking the comfort he brings. He becomes a regular presence in your space, creating a cozy spot on the sofa bed where you engage in countless conversations that stretch beyond twilight.

During quiet nights, if you stir from slumber, you retreat to your bedroom with a mix of hesitation. He pretends to be asleep, his breath shallow, and you ponder whether his gaze would reveal more in the dim light. In recent days, touch has become a silent language, fingers grazing skin to convey comfort and understanding. Your thoughtful gestures extend further, seen in the room you make for him in your bathroom and closet. He transforms into a dependable source of support, and you both intuitively sense the ease with which you share moments and spaces.

Here's the thing, you find yourself yearning to deepen your connection. Despite feeling shattered, you're attuned to the moments when your heart races. What you feel for him goes beyond mere fondness; you desire him in a way that leaves no room for doubt. As he rises in the morning, stretching and gifting you his first smile, you find yourself yearning to kiss him. Yet, the beauty of your dynamic lies in its naturalness, making you eagerly anticipate the day when such a moment will unfold seamlessly between you two.

Yet, the weight of your past remains a burden you carry alone – you can't bring yourself to accept his love until he's aware of your complete history. You're well conscious that his perception of you might shift dramatically, perhaps even pushing him to retreat. He clings to an image, a nostalgic notion of you from his childhood, and you've undergone significant changes since those days. Even though he's cognizant of this, you pick up on his yearning to resurrect the person you once were – and that's simply unattainable. You'll never revert to that former self. So, being honest, when he confesses something later while you both relax on the couch – his head on your lap, your fingers playing with his hair – you’re not prepared.

"I think I might be falling in love with you," he confesses, his words breaking the tranquility of the moment you're sharing in front of the screen.

The admission catches you off guard, and you react with a mixture of surprise and conviction, "That can’t be."

"Why do you say that?" His tone carries a touch of reproach as he lifts his head to meet your gaze. It's evident that your response has struck a chord with him, and you're already grappling with a pang of guilt.

"I'm not the best person, you know... I've caused pain to people in ways that don't make me deserving of your affection. Trust me on that," you explain, hoping he won't press further.

He leans back slightly, a contemplative look on his face, "You should talk to me about what happened. I'm not trying to rush you or anything, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. Always."

The sincerity in his eyes and the way he puts his feelings on the line encourage you to open up, to let him in, even though you're fearful of the judgment that might come with revealing your past.

You curl up into a small ball, wanting to appear as small as possible.

"What do you wanna know?" you ask him, your voice soft.

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, determined to seize the opportunity you're giving him to learn more about you.

"I'm kinda curious about what went down when you were 14, the time you started isolating yourself in school to read," he says, sounding pretty straightforward.

"You actually noticed that back then?" you respond, genuinely surprised that he paid such close attention.

"You used to be this bright presence, and then, you changed. I caught onto that real quick. I was too shy to ask you about it. I still regret it, you know…" His voice wavers at the end, revealing the sincerity of his words. He really wishes he could've been there for you.

"You were just a kid too, Kook," you say gently, using the nickname that brings a smile to his face. "You were more there for me than anyone else, and I appreciate it."

He never anticipated finding you again, let alone receiving your gratitude. Whatever you're about to reveal to him, he wants to spend the rest of his life protecting you, making up for lost time. He wants to hold you in his arms. He wants to kiss you. He wants you to finally understand that he loves you deeply, and that nothing could ever change that.

"I lost my mother, and it's my fault," you finally admit, the pain clear in your trembling voice. "I caused the car accident."

Jungkook remains silent, allowing you the space to share your story without interruption. He gently caresses your wrist, a silent encouragement for you to continue.

"Back then, I had this blog where I shared my favorite books, but my dad didn't like it at all. He was having this huge argument with my mom when everything happened," you explain with a heavy tone, avoiding his gaze as you speak. Tears start to well up, and your voice wavers, "My mom was always on my side. She meant the world to me, and when I lost her, my whole world just fell apart."

"Oh, sweetheart..." he murmurs gently, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace that you welcome despite your feelings of guilt. "You can't blame yourself for this. Were you in the car too? And your dad?" His question is tender, his disbelief evident as he realizes the burden you've silently carried for so long.

"My father and I survived, but he holds me responsible for the accident and wants nothing to do with me," you share, your voice tinged with a mix of sadness and frustration. "I lived with him alone until I turned 20. I tried to continue my studies, but when I got the offer from the journal, I left. I could finally make a living and never see him again," you recount. "Yet, from time to time, he comes back just to make me feel awful, like he did the other day when you were here."

Jungkook is appalled by your father's behavior. How could anyone blame a 14-year-old? It's beyond comprehension.

"Wow, that's just... messed up," Jungkook responds, his voice filled with disbelief, "I'm really sorry you had to go through that. I can't believe your dad would do that to you. Blaming you for something like that and cutting you off?"

You let out a heavy sigh, the weight of your past still evident in your tone. "Yeah - he couldn't handle the fact that I was doing something he didn't agree with, even if it was just writing about books. And when the accident happened during their argument... Well, he put all the blame on me."

Jungkook's grip on you eases slightly, his empathy palpable. "But you managed to get away from that toxic environment," he remarks, his voice warm. "You grabbed the opportunity and moved on, working at the journal and building your own life. That's pretty damn courageous if you ask me."

You manage a half-smile, the memory of your journey to independence still vivid.

He lets out a soft sigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. "You’re not blaming yourself for what happened, right?"

A gentle chuckle escapes you, laced with a hint of irony. "What do you think? I isolated myself all those years. It's hard to forgive myself."

Time feels suspended as you've just opened your heart completely. There's nothing left hidden. To your astonishment, Jungkook hasn't fled as you half-expected he might.

His touch remains warm against your skin, a silent reassurance that he's here to stay, regardless of the scars you've unveiled. In his eyes, you see a mixture of empathy and affection, as if he's been waiting for this moment to understand you more deeply. The weight of your shared emotions hangs in the air, mingling with a newfound sense of intimacy.

"I hope you can forgive yourself someday. And thank you for sharing your past with me," he says softly, his voice a soothing tune that dispels the tension in the room.

You manage a small smile, touched by his words. "It wasn't easy to open up, but I'm glad I did."

His fingers tenderly brush against your head, as if affectionately tousling your hair, "You don't have to carry your burdens alone anymore. I'm here for you, no matter what."

The sincerity in his voice resonates within you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. In his presence, the weight of your past seems just a bit lighter, the pain a bit more bearable. As the minutes pass, the silence between you feels comfortable, a testament to the unspoken connection you've forged. With Jungkook by your side, the wounds of your history don't sting as sharply. It's as if he's a balm for your soul, mending the broken pieces with patience and care.

As you bask in the quiet companionship, you realize that the journey ahead won't be without its challenges. Healing takes time, and vulnerability is a journey of its own. But now, you have a partner who's willing to walk that path alongside you, no matter how rough it gets.

...

Since opening up to each other, a shift has occurred in you. It's as if a dormant part of you has awakened, nudging you to venture beyond your comfort zone. You start small with grocery shopping and even a cinema visit, hand in hand with Jungkook. Soon, solitary walks, workdays at various locales like the park, library, and Jungkook's café become your norm. Life starts to regain its hues, and appreciation for it blooms once again.

While strolling in the park one day, a familiar face approaches you, etched with anger and accusation. Surprised, as you've been feeling watched lately, you realize it wasn't just paranoia.

"So, now you decide to step out, huh? Putting on a show?" Your father's words sting with bitterness. "While I've been miserable since your mother's death, you seem to have magically found happiness? You make me sick!" His voice carries a storm, discomfort washing over you.

You face him, his spiteful words hanging heavy. The once-sunny day turns chilly, leaving you vulnerable. Refusing to be shattered by your father's words, you gather courage. "You don't get to hold me responsible for your unhappiness," your voice steady despite inner turmoil. "I've grown; I'm finding my own path."

Your father's anger sharpens. "Oh, really? So, this guy brings you joy while I've been in misery?"

The tension hangs thick, a cloud between you two. Heart pounding, you recall past conflicts, but this time, you're resolute.

"I'm not responsible for your pain. But I won't let it define me either, and I won't apologize for seeking happiness."

Your words linger, a testament to your growth and strength. As you stand firm, the weight of your journey toward self-empowerment shines through your words.

"And you know," you continue, your voice softer, "We both deserve to heal. Holding onto bitterness won't help either of us. I've found a path that brings me happiness; I hope you can find yours."

A pause follows, your father pondering your words. Anger in his eyes wavers, replaced by uncertainty. With a sigh, he looks away, shoulders dropping.

"Yeah, do what you want," he mutters, his tone subdued.

"Thank you," your sincere response. "I wish you well."

Turning, you walk away, leaving tension behind. Your father watches, then turns and walks in the opposite direction.

Arriving home, you find Jungkook, donning your pink apron, making Bulguri Noodles. His presence warms your heart. Sharing the encounter, he expresses admiration for your strength. Grateful, you thank him for empowering you to stand up for yourself, a reflection of the strength you both have shared since your childhood days.

...

As the anniversary of your mother's passing approaches, cemeteries evoke intense aversion within you. Visiting her grave has grown daunting, fueled by insurmountable anxiety and fear of encountering your strained relationship with your father, even with Jungkook's soothing presence.

In the midst of your emotional turmoil, Jungkook offers a beautiful idea that flows effortlessly from him. "Why not create a commemorative day?" he suggests. "Visit her cherished places, do activities that brought her joy. It's about preserving her memory in your unique way."

The weight of uncertainty settles on your shoulders. "I'm not entirely sure if I can handle it," you confess, your voice laced with vulnerability and hesitation.

Jungkook offers a reassuring smile. "If you want, I can be there with you. We could do it together."

"I would genuinely appreciate that," you respond, the warmth of gratitude and emotion swelling within you.

And so, the journey to organize a day dedicated to your mother's memory begins. For you, it's an opportunity to reacquaint yourself with her essence through the prism of cherished memories. For Jungkook, it's a chance to glimpse her through your eyes.

The day arrives. Jungkook dresses elegantly, clad in a crisply ironed white shirt and black linen pants, his black hair framing his face ethereally. On your part, you've chosen a modest black dress, an homage to your mother's favorite color. Jungkook's admiring gaze lands on you, a testament to his appreciation for your choice.

"You look stunning," he murmurs, releasing an almost inaudible breath.

His words melt doubts. With him by your side, you face the day's commemorations with newfound resilience.

Instead of a cemetery, you honor your mother's artistry in an art gallery. Jungkook's presence is reassuring as he walks beside you, holding your hand.

Art speaks to you, a reminder of your mother's love. Pointing out art that reminds you of her, Jungkook listens intently, genuine interest in his eyes.

You confess, "I used to enjoy when you doodled around me. It reminded me of my mom. She loved drawing. She used to illustrate stuff for kids, but she also had these personal pieces she kept just for herself."

Pride and affection light Jungkook's face. The urge to kiss you is strong, but he restrains it. Today is about honoring the memory of you and your mother.

Leaving the gallery's embrace behind, you step into the warm caress of sunlight and head towards Haeundae Beach. The yearning to bask in the lovely weather and absorb the ocean breeze propels you onward. Memories surge back – those cherished moments, just the two of you. Your mother's days off often translated into these special beach outings.

As you approach the beach, the golden sands extend before you, converging with the vast expanse of azure waters that stretch towards the distant horizon. Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, brimming with hope and vulnerability. With a softness as tender as a whisper, he asks, "Would your mother have approved of me?"

He looks so young and uncertain, so adorable that your heart could almost burst. The fact that he's even asking this question makes you fall for him a little more.

A rush of emotions floods you, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. "She'd have adored you," you reply, your voice brimming with certainty. “You two share so many passions and values. She'd have wanted me to find someone like you."

In that moment, Jungkook's hesitation dissipates. His resolve to convey his feelings takes over. He takes a step forward. "Then, maybe you could build your life with me?" he says, his voice carrying hope and charm.

A mix of emotions wells within you, your heart caught between longing and self-doubt. "You might not fully realize what you're getting yourself into."

But Jungkook surprises you, his fingers intertwining with yours, his touch tender. His gaze, so intense and sincere, meets yours as he says, "I understand more than you might think."

Your heart skips a beat, the gravity of his words sinking in. The day, this moment, is a culmination of emotions and shared experiences. And then, without hesitation, he utters the three words you've yearned to hear from him for so long.

"I love you."

It's a confession that echoes in the space between you, a declaration that tugs at the strings of your heart. You didn't anticipate how deeply his words would resonate, how they would weave into the fabric of your being. The tears you've been holding back finally break free, a testament to the depth of your emotions. They trace a path down your cheeks, mingling with your smile as you respond, your voice unwavering and genuine, "I love you too, Kook."

Jungkook's been waiting for this moment, for your reciprocation, for the confirmation that your hearts beat in sync. His hands find your face, his touch gentle yet filled with purpose. And then, with a tenderness that transcends words, he leans in and kisses you.

As his lips touch yours, warmth envelops you.

You're home.

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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Love Spell

[ Pilot!Jay x Fem!Reader ]

Plot - When you and your boyfriend are both succeeding in life, of course you’ll want to settle down and have kids. But maybe tonight it shall only begin and end on your shared relentless breeding kink.

Warnings - Pilot Jay and his horse dong, breeding kink, daddy kink, use of the name mommy but not as a kink, biting, mentions of spit and drool, pet names, age gap but like both are way beyond legal, theres repetition of dialogue because you’ve both lost your minds over each other.

It was hard dating a pilot, really. Your friends definitely knew– they are the ones who always have to sit through hours upon hours of you complaining about how hard it is to find time to meet Jay or talk to him when he has to be on duty more than he has time to breathe.

But it certainly doesn’t hurt dating a man well respected in his field with years of experience because boy does he treat you well

And there’s also something satisfying about dating a pilot. Because the times when you would need him most and he would take time off work especially for you– those were the days when you had an extra bounce in your step, an extra chirp in your voice, a constant smile on your face.

Like the one you had when you saw him in the audience while you were receiving your diploma. Though his prideful gaze filled your ego quite a bit, you still pestered him to take you out for lunch, then a quick detour to the art gallery, and then dinner, then ice cream.

Finally, after the tiring escapades, you were in the safety of your home and cleaning yourselves up to unwind from the day. Jay shuffling around the room for his things had you taking a moment to assess his beauty. You felt a little embarrassed that you didn’t let him change from his uniform before tugging him around town to celebrate. But the guilt quickly dissipates when the realization of how extremely hot he looks in his uniform settles in.

Which reminds you–

“How do I look? You didn't pass a single comment all day,” mustering up your best pout, you grumble at your boyfriend.

“You look gorgeous,” he tilts his head, a charming smile gracing his soft face when he moves his entire body to face you.

“Gorgeous? Normal person gorgeous or the ‘deity of heaven’ gorgeous?” You coyly ask, wiggling your hips for him.

The fabric jiggles with you, accentuating your ass and thick thighs.

“You look ‘I want to fuck my kids into you’ gorgeous,”

Before you could process the statement, Jay is behind you. His steady arms wrap around your waist to pull you into him. A soft groan emits from his lips as his crotch digs into the crack of your cheeks.

Not giving him time to rub against your ass, you turn around in his hold. A pull to his collar gets him centimeters away from your eyes, lips almost caressing each other’s.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want you to do?” An eyebrow raises to challenge him.

Jay brushes the tip of your nose with his own, giggling right after.

“So that’s what you’ve wanted all along?” He chuckles, “Is that why you were flashing me your full thighs and your heavy tits in the car, bunny?”

Guilty

An exaggeration of an offended gasp escapes your lips at him calling you out.

“Is it too bad to ask for a graduation present?” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to act like the forsaken puppy you feel like you are.

Jay knows you’re just a brat spoiled rotten.

“You wanna get pregnant as a graduation present?”

Jay tried to hold back his laugh, bless his heart, he really does. But the image of you, a famous child avoider, trying to get him to pound you full of his kids… it’s… something.

You fold your arms across your chest, tapping your foot, waiting patiently for his laughing to subside so you can actually somehow get your man to pounce on you.

Why is it so hard? Oh the horrors of being adorable, tch tch

When he finally detaches his face from your neck you can see the red splashes of colour spread across his cheeks.

“Just because you graduated you think you’re ready to be a mother?” Jay teases as his palms slide up your thighs, taking the hem of the dress with them.

“Yes,” you mewl out.

Who knew trying to get naked would become the most difficult task of your existence like this.

“Hmm,” Jay pretends to think, focusing on a light fixture above your head, “Do you deserve it though?”

“Yes!” You grab his face to make him look at you, “Please,” you’re reduced to whining, “I did so well in all my classes. I passed with flying colours!”

You manage to produce your best pout for him, tears of need and frustration already gathering in your waterlines.

“So?” He dares to raise an eyebrow.

How insufferable

“So I want you to fuck your kids into me, daddy please,” you beg, dragging out the please for good measure.

You’re rewarded with a bite to your cheek and a wet tongue licking it right after.

“I’ll give you what you want, my smart little baby,”

Jay picks you up effortlessly, hands gripping you under your thighs as you wrap your legs around him. More or less gracefully, you fall to your bed. Technically Jay had thrown you on it. You however kept your legs crossed behind his back, bringing him down with you. Jay only finds your clinginess absolutely endearing.

“What if I hit my nose with yours and broke it?” He halfheartedly chastises.

“If I don’t have your cock in me in the next few seconds, my fist will do the job,” you threaten.

Jay gasps and covers his mouth with his hand to tease you some more, undeterred by your feistiness.

“The horror! My own love damaging my face! So quick to action, what will your clit rub against when I eat you out later on?”

You groan at Jay’s relentless fooling around.

“You know what, forget it,” you try to push him off of you, “I realised I was right all along. I don’t need kids. I already have you to give me a migraine,”

Jay grabs your hands trying to shove his chest. A quick giggle precedes his rosy lips kissing your palms.

“Oh no, I’ve annoyed my darling,” It’s Jay’s turn to pout at you, “What ever shall I do?” he asks, rhetorically.

His answer must have come to him in a flash because that’s how quick he’s wrapping his large hands around your calves and bending you in half like a pretzel. You’re eyes pop out of your skull– almost.

“Perhaps.. this?” Is all the warning you get before your flimsy dress is flipped over completely and Jay’s face is buried in your panty-clad cunt.

“Oh, Jay,” a breathless gasp spoken into the air.

A slight spank on your thigh has you hissing.

Jay looks at you from beneath his lashes, gaze intimidating and full of fire. “That’s not the proper way to address me from what I remember?”

He looks so fucking sexy when he’s egging you on to be shameless like this.

“Daddy,” you cry for him, “Please,”

“You always sound so sweet when you beg,”

He kisses along the inside of you thigh, all the way to your apex before switching over to the other. He can practically feel the heat rising from your cunt over his cheek but he pretends not to care.

Turning his entire attention towards your center, all he does is stare while you drench your panties into translucency and your hole clenches and unclenches in anticipation.

A sly finger moves to circle around the opening through the fabric. Experimentally, Jay pushing the tip of his finger in as far as the material would let it invade your weeping cavern.

“Please, more,” your breath catches in your throat trying to speak to him.

Jay sticks his fingers under the center of your painties and pulls it to the side. Then a finger is pushed inside you to the first knuckle. Then he curls it upwards and drags it out slowly, making you sigh. Two more accompany the first finger when he pushes it right back in.

And then he spits right at your hole, watching the way it winks at him begging for his cock.

His pants are shoved just below his ass, full acquaintance-d with your obsession with his uniform and the authority it exudes. He’s your daddy after all. Why won’t he revel in the superiority drive the madness in your eyes gives him, when he’s suited and on top of you, ready to pump you full of his kids.

He doesn’t use any lube, nor does he care for your walls stretching ruthlessly on top of his cock without any preparation. His thumb rests on your rim but instead of stretching you out, it pulls your hole open for him to shove his cock inside you.

You want him to breed you? Well guess what? He wants you to be bred too. And all you’re gonna feel is his seed inside you– not lube, nothing.

Only him.

Only Jay.

“C’mon baby,” he grunts over you when his cock is shoved to the hilt inside you, “Beg daddy for his cum,” he swears he can feel your aching, fertile womb.

“Daddy!” You shout your way through the stretch, walls quick to accommodate the girth they invite in every night… and morning if they’re lucky.

A heavy thrust is given to your cunt which makes you yelp and reach for his hair. He hasn’t even started a rhythm yet you’re bending in half trying to push away from the bed.

Too much. Yet not enough.

“Beg harder,” an inarguable command.

You already know your role. You’ve given an Oscar worthy performance for months on end.

“Daddy please i wan- i,” and then you’re crying out in a dragged out moan when he starts pumping into you. Smooth and steady.

Moving those skillful hips like a pro, Jay has no doubts that he can get you pregnant with one try.

His nails dig into your thighs when he brings your legs over his shoulders. Your hips hover in the air as he uses his hands to pull you onto his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Go on,” he’s sucks in a breath through his teeth, “Or I can very well spill on the sheets instead and waste my cum,”

“No!” You’re horrified at the suggestion, mind lost in the haze of having a baby with Jay.

Making a baby with Jay

Carrying Jay’s baby inside you

Oh gods

“Daddy!!” You’re urgent in your cries and Jay uses your urgency to quicken his thrusts, pelvis slapping on your ass with every heavy movement, “Daddy I wan– oh– mmngh,” and Jay has the audacity to laugh at your struggle as you’re shoved around on the bed, “Y-your kids!!”

You’re drooling and choking on your tears but your begging doesn’t end. Neither does Jay’s pussy destroying pattern.

“I wan– I want you to fill my womb! I want you to pump me full of your babies please,” you’re sobbing– on your wits end, brain only filled with three things.

Jay. Daddy. Babies. Jay. Babies. Jay’s babies.

“Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck” Jay pushes his chest to yours, noses almost toughing, his body folding yours in a mating press and then he’s pushing his tongue on your mouth to lick all your drool off. His hips slam into yours so fiercely that even in your sex craved haze you can feel the bruises forming.

“Gonna get you pregnant. Gonna fill you up so good I swear on it,” he’s growling in your ear as his hips falter.

“Gonna keep you on this bed and keep pumping your womb full until you’re swollen with my seed,”

One more word out of his mouth and you will. Lose. Your. Mind.

“Oh god please don’t stop,” your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Why would I ever stop,” it’s a shameless moan, “Why would I stop when I have such a warm toy to play with,”

A protective hand lays flat on your tummy, stroking the skin. Jay’s hand is scorching hot and it’s such an innocent gesture yet the implications have you reeling.

“I’m gonna fill you up right here,” his palm pets your stomach where your womb is supposed to be.

You have to bite on his shoulder to keep your screams at bay because when his fingers pinch and twist your erected nipples, you’re actually done for.

A mind shattering orgasm hits you like bricks and your brain goes numb. You didn’t get any clit stimulation, the thought of Jay pumping his hot cum into you was enough.

You’re blabbering into oblivion, endless choruses of “yes daddy, give it to me,” “I’ll be your cum dump,” and praises over the size of his efficient cock that twitches inside you every now and then.

“Jay,” your toes curl behind him,”

And then Jay heaves

“My fertile little girl,”

And then he spills.

He looks down where you and him connect, spreading your cheeks to watch his red cock pulse and empty his load inside you.

Jay tries to overcome the overstimulation on his dick and slides in effortlessly again– a stealthy yet slow rhythm this time. Any blob of cum that seeps out of you is caught by his tip and pushed back inside you.

Instant kisses are pressed to your chest to help you breathe again. You teeter on the edge of consciousness and unconsciously, sated smile lingering your lips because you feel full. You really feel his load inside and you fuck does it feel like a whole new experience.

You don’t let Jay pull our when he moves to clean you and he peppers your face with endeared kisses.

“You know what,” a whispered secret.

“What?” And suddenly you’re curious.

“I always wanted to watch you carry my baby,”

You scoff loudly to hide your embarrassment… the love spell already wearing down.

Jay laughs heartily at your reaction.

“I think I like you you best like this, bent to take my kids,”

“Fuck off Jay,”

After laughing at your sudden misery a second time, Jay moves away. He grabs a pillow from his side of the bed and tucks it under your hips.

“You know,” he answers your questioning stare, “so my cum will take,”

Suddenly you’re groaning and pushing him away with a shove of your foot.

“Don’t say shit like that,” you whine at him as he takes his leg to rub soothingly at your tired joints.

“Oh so you can say “oh god daddy please pump me full of your babies,” and “oh daddy I’ll carry your kids, i promise,” but i can’t talk about my cum inside you,” an innocent jab at your muddle-brained demands and promises, “You’re not shy while presenting your cum thirsty holes to me but heaven forbid I say something,”

You’re shoving a pillow to your face before he can tease you more about whatever else you scream when he’s on top of you.

That doesn’t stop Jay from poking at your sloppy cunt again.

“Think you can go another round?” Your lips squelch when his fingers pull them apart, clit already throbbing in interest for another go, “I quite like the idea of my children growing inside you,”

Your heart quivers at Jay’s infatuated look.

“Plural?” An honest question really

“I’m thinking five at the very least.”

A/N - I know this definitely makes no sense but this word vomit had to happen because what the fuck who put jay in that pilot outfit. This is also not proofread

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remusslove · 1 year

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Overprotective Theodore Nott + Little Reader + The twins pulled a prank that might not have been meant for Reader, but it still ended up on her and she just needs some pampering, grooming and cleaning from daddy. Pretty please, thanks. I hope you're having a good day.

This is gonna make me melt at how adorable this is🥹 Theodore would be so mad someone made his baby cry and would take care of you first before putting you down for a nap then dealing with them later.🥺

You hummed a tune with a sweet smile looking for the infamous Weasley twins to give them the books you burrowed. “Georgie? Freddie?” You called out for them only to be met with the peaceful silence of the hallways.

Before you knew it, a huge bucket of water splashed all over you damaging your school books and supplies. “Oh tiny we’re so sorry! We thought you were lee and the stupid bucket had a charm over it!” George sympathized picking up the deserted soaking wet school bag you had.

You whimpered with your eyes cloudy with tears. Not because you were mad or sad, but because you were slipping and the bucket of water was at a freezing temperature.

The boys exchanged looks already knowing what you were gonna do, you were going to run to your daddy to help clean you up and then they’ll have to deal with an angry Theodore.

“Don’t cry tiny, we’ll get you all cleaned up mkay?” Fred suggested with a slight edge in his tone.

You choked out a sob before running to the slytherin common room. They didn’t try to chase you but decided to clean up the mess instead.

You knocked on his door being met with a half naked Theodore with a towel wrapped around his waist. You immediately hugged him letting the tiny cries out of your mouth.

He quickly closed the door and picked you up soothingly rubbing your back. “What happened my love who did this to you?” He asked softly. “F-Fwed and g-george, they poured a bucket of water on me on accident” you explained making him sigh.

“M’ cold daddy” you whispered causing him to wrap an extra towel around your figure. “You wanna take a bath while daddy gets changed? Then you could take a nap with your teddy hm?” He suggested making you nod sleepily.

He walked into the bathroom sitting you on the counter. He carefully stripped you down placing tiny kisses on your exposed skin. Turning on the bath faucet he poured in a pink bath bomb along with bubbles making your eyes light up.

He placed you into the bath carefully before pulling out a little stool for him to sit on so he could wash you while you play with your bath toys.

Once you were all dressed in a duckie onesie and contently laying down watching dumbo sleepily he decided to wait to leave until you were alseep. He hates leaving you alone when your in little space but he knew he would back before you wake up anyways.

Once you were fully snoring he placed a kiss on your forehead before quietly climbing out of bed and leaving to go search for the twins.

Not proofread<3💌

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jiminjamms · 2 years

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sex therapy :: 11. naughty girls

chapter tags/warnings: more (rough) sex. with my favorite dude tho, lol. choking. brat taming. breeding. creampies. enemies to lovers? possessiveness. infidelity/adultery. strong language. dirty talk. humiliation. use of alcohol.

word count: 3.4k

notes: finally back from a long hiatus! (rant about my summer here) i'm very well now, even with the start of the semester, and literally overjoyed to be writing again. as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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In all honesty, Sukuna had always been one hell of a good looker that no one could ever quite ignore.

He was handsome, he was unnaturally charismatic, and—judging from the nightlife empire he ran—he was also very, very successful.

And who didn’t love a rich, hot, and charming sugar daddy? (No one, duh.)

Looks and wealth aside, what really intrigued you were the ways he’d leave pieces of bait knowing full well that you’d bite, all as if he was trying to figure you out without revealing much at all about himself.

Don’t tell me he’s one of them, you pondered with annoyance, referring to those paparazzi journalists who were only good at spinning tall tales out of nothing.

Oblivious to your suspicion, Sukuna had shifted his gaze and gestured at Kaeya, the blue-haired bartender who quickly returned to his boss with a shot glass and an assortment of hard liquors.

You watched curiously.

Birthday Boy sure knew how to work his hands—opening bottles with the flick of a wrist, filling his glass right to the rim—all while the dim neon lights cast a subtle glow on his silver rings.

He created quite the concoction, pouring himself some rum, some vodka, splashes of some unlabeled beverage. This, no doubt, was the nastiest impromptu cocktail on Earth, but Sukuna didn't show the slightest grimace as he took his glass and drank it straight.

No chaser, no mixer, no nothing.

That man was an absolute animal.

“You’re staring again,” Sukuna teased as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Something about that sly tilt to his lips left your knees rubbing against each other. “If you like me, sweetheart, you don’t have to be shy. It’s expected anyway that you’d have the hots for a guy like me.”

Your thoughts nearly scattered.

Don’t do this to me, dude.

You had to remind yourself that Sukuna was a notorious womanizer.

Besides, what was it again that he said during your first encounter? Something about how he ‘already got some other women on his hands,’ right? For your own pride, you were not about to be another expendable commodity on his list. Not for someone who could never reach your prestigious ranks.

Consequently, there was every reason for you to blow off Sukuna’s advances. Yet, just to test his waters, you said boldly, “Maybe.”

For him, it must have been strange to hear you admit that you might just have a teeny tiny smidge of interest in him. Thus, there were a hundred—no, a thousand ways in which this could go wrong. In particular, Sukuna would surely be interested in humiliating you, turning you into a laughingstock at the bar, but he didn’t.

Instead, his eyes flared with intention, almost a sort of wickedness. “Just a ‘maybe’?”

Oh boy, if the actual paparazzi got a hold of this discussion, you would surely be on the tabloids for weeks.

Thankful that the music masked the frenzied rhythm at your chest, you assembled the courage to stare Sukuna down. “Why would that matter to you? This how you get your girls?”

For the first time, he seemed taken aback. “Why? Is that what you think of me?”

You nodded. Of course.

Two visits to the sex therapists’ office, and you had both seen and heard enough regarding him and his reckless escapades.

But Sukuna grinned because, this game, he liked to play.

“To clear any misunderstandings, pretty, I would never force any girl to do something she doesn’t want...unlike, perhaps, your man at home.”

He paused meaningfully, as though he wanted that last bit to sink in.

And it did.

How and what did Sukuna know about Naoya’s relationship with you?

You didn’t get your answer then because the nightclub manager continued, “My point is, I don’t run to women. Women run to me. I merely present them an option, and—as a gentleman—I merely let the ladies decide. So, back to our original discussion…” He smirked. “I could easily turn your Maybe to a Yes.”

Do it, you felt tempted to say.

Rather, you deflated your puffed cheeks in a flustered manner, the expelled air brushing against Sukuna’s undercut. First, you wanted to evaluate what he had to offer.

“Like how?” you eventually asked.

In response, Sukuna leaned forward, his muscled forearms grazing against your sides. His scent was strong and heady, a whirling redolence of warm spices and rosewood, and he brought his lips right to your ear as a long, warm exhale tickled your earlobe.

“Like how?” he repeated. He sounded insulted. As he brought himself closer, his teeth nearly grazed your skin. “Are you testing me?”

Ignoring the drum at your chest, you sat up to look taller and more intimidating. “No, sir.”

“Really? But then, why aren’t you?”

“Because…” Because you were a married woman—not to mention a prolific aristocrat—and you could only imagine how the public would react to see a socialite like you involved with more men than you could handle. “Because…I’m a good girl.”

“Are you?” he challenged and suppressed a wry grin. “It won't hurt to be a naughty girl for a little bit. Baby’s got to be a rulebreaker sometimes."

You dug your fingernails into your palms. Sukuna sure knew how to please with his wit and his words, whispering honeyed promises to ears who desired the most. His appeal was surreal—that much you knew, yet here you were falling for him hook, line, and sinker.

When Sukuna stood up from his seat and departed from the counter, your gaze frantically followed him. Truly, there was no need for you to be all up on his personal matters. What he had to do was none of your business. It was so darn apparent he was trying to get you.

Yet the moment he stepped a little farther than you would like, curiosity got the best of you.

“Where are you going?” you blurted.

Sukuna, stopping in place, spun around. Given his victorious grin, he had been hoping that you would halt him. The man pondered in thought, nonchalantly tugging at his button-up’s collar.

“’Like how,’ right?” he repeated, referring to your original question. “I can show you ‘how,’ if you’re interested.”

If you were interested…

Sukuna didn’t wait for your response. Instead, he turned back and walked into the crowd that generously parted for him, slapping his back and embracing him to bestow birthday wishes. He was popular enough that your existence must be nothing but a speck in his large pool of acquaintances. There was no reason for you to follow him.

After all, he simply was—as he put it earlier—presenting you an option. He obviously wanted in on your body, to ‘show you what orgasms really feel like’—something he had also mentioned during your first office visit.

But Toji had demonstrated enough already. And there was no way you were going to let yourself get passed around that easily. As a result, following him was as good admitting your loss, giving him consent. You weren’t stupid enough to fall into that trap. Such an irresponsible decision would only be for ‘if you were interested.’

So, were you interested?

Obviously, not.

Right?

Yes, you totally were.

“I can’t fucking believe myself,” you muttered in frustration as you jumped off from your perch, finding yourself tracing Sukuna’s steps into the partying congregation and hurriedly pursuing flashes of his pink locks the same way a turtle hatchling would scramble for the sea. On the way, your head buzzed with excess alcohol or adrenaline, or both.

When Sukuna reached the other end of the venue, he disappeared into an empty VIP room. You trailed several meters behind him. There was still time for you to turn back and reconsider.

Yet, when you approached the doorway yourself, when Sukuna grabbed your wrist to pull you in, when your legs went weak as the door clicked closed, was it wrong for you to feel…excited?

Finally shielded from the watchful gazes of many, Sukuna slammed you into the corner as your surprised whimpers graced his ears. Sandwiched between the warmth of his chest and the cool of the wall, you gasped when he pressed his mouth against yours and ran his tongue across your bottom lip. You invited him in, his taste bitter but simultaneously somehow sweet from liquor.

His lips danced in a way that was innocent at first, but Sukuna quickly revealed his true colors as he started sucking your tongue, drawing circles at your cheek, growling hoarsely into your mouth—greediness that sent a sparkling sensation sizzling through every cell in your body.

‘Like how?’

Oh, Sukuna would demonstrate ‘how’ alright.

He was a man to his word, a man who would not waste a second without reason.

His hands roamed from your ass to your chest, his hips rolling deeply and slowly as he dry-humped you against the wall. He pulled down your shoulder straps and then the top hem of your magenta dress, groaning into your mouth—all with so much satisfaction—when he finally liberated your breasts. When Sukuna pulled up the skirt too, he bunched your skimpy little dress at your stomach, pushing aside your satin panties.

You squeezed your eyes shut as his fingers leisurely traced your labia, lathering your lubrication across your slit. Sukuna held his breath in bliss, his growing erection pressed against the plush of your thighs. You nearly cried out in disappointment when his hand brushed over your opening, not completing his deed by pushing his finger in. All because Sukuna knew how to build anticipation, leaving you waiting and craving for him.

When Sukuna, noticing your tugs at his dress shirt, unbuttoned his entire top and tossed the fabric aside, your gaze instinctively crawled all over his bare torso in awe.

Although you had glimpses of his tattoos before, there was nothing like exploring these patterns at such a close range where you could wholeheartedly admire the broad black lines that flowed from his neck to his hips, the thick bands that encircled his biceps to his wrists.

Sukuna grabbed your hand quite suddenly. “Don’t just look,” he ordered. “Touch.”

You gulped. But he was surprisingly gentle. He wordlessly guided your delicate fingers down his chest, tracing the dark patterns on his defined torso, his skin hot and flushed. Something about this felt so intimate, so sensual. He steered your hands from his sternum to his pectorals, from his pectorals to his abs.

You were stopped by the waistband of his trousers. Anxiously, you glanced up and he caught your gaze. He wanted his pants off. With your help, of course.

The idea left blood pumping vigorously through your body.

You undid the top button, heartbeat racing. Good thing you weren’t completely sober, else you couldn’t do this at all. As you brought his zipper down, your knuckles accidentally grazed his clothed cock, and his body tensed from the unexpected contact.

When your hands stopped again but this time at his underwear, you looked up once more.

Nervousness bubbled in your veins, unsure how to properly proceed. “Can I—” No, you sounded like an idiot starting a question like that. “May I—?” Too formal. “Should I—?”

Sukuna’s own patience snapped due to the agonizing wait, pulling his boxer briefs down in your stead, freeing his cock which pulsated from sheer anticipation, lifting you into the air to position his blood-gorged dick at your entrance.

Never did you have a second to breathe, and that one moment when you did, Sukuna pushed himself into you with one lightning-like thrust.

“Sukuna!” you shouted, slamming your head against the door, sounds drowned by the muffled music outside. Gripping the man’s shoulders, you gaped at the ceiling, head trying to wrap around the pinching pain inside your walls, the pleasure that blossomed at your core.

Supported midair by Sukuna’s hands on your ass cheeks, you panted hard, adjusting to his immense size as you intuitively wrapped your legs around his torso. An involuntary jerk of your hips in the process caused Sukuna to twitch, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. How…how deep did he go?

Sukuna partially slid himself out to slip inside again, this time delicately. One inch, then two inches. The stretch—it hurt. Three inches, four inches, five inches. Just how many more inches was this guy packing?

When he bottomed out again, a shared guttural groan rumbled in the room.

“I hope you know this is the only birthday pussy I want,” Sukuna murmured. He pulled his hips back, all the while tenderly massaging your bare butt and pressing your back against the wall, the mellow cold offering relief amid the heat. “So, I’ll play nice and give you a heads up that I’m going to fuck you.” The garnet shades in his eyes suddenly gleamed. “Hard.”

Before you could completely process his words, he slammed his dick right back in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull; your mouth parted in another scream. Fingers laced between Sukuna’s pink strands, you shuddered from the hypnotic rhythm he began to create. In and out and in and out, each ram stronger and more forceful than the last, each thrust hitting deeper and caressing more sensitive spots than its predecessor.

Sukuna chuckled. “Feeling alright, baby?”

Oh, you were doing much more than alright.

Every thrash into your soaking and weeping hole rippled all throughout your body in waves of tingling, aching sensation. The conscientious thoughts in your mind are nothing but a disarranged mess, a fucked-out expression painted on your face.

You could barely pant an answer, the pulsation from within driving you insane. “More.”

“More?” The question sounded faint from the cacophony of skin slapping skin, from the moans of bottled-up lust and desire. But nothing could hide the amusement riddled in his tone. “Sure about that?”

Your head lolled to the side, and you nodded. Yes.

Nothing could hide Sukuna’s triumphant smirk. This bastard definitely had something up his sleeve.

“But I thought you were a,” he narrowed his eyes impishly, “a good girl?”

Checkmate.

He chuckled sardonically, knowing he quoted a line that was all too familiar. “Well, Miss Goody Two-Shoes?” he continued to taunt. “Thought that an angel like you didn’t want to get in trouble.”

Momentarily, you exhaled deeply in defeat. There was nothing like your own words coming back to bite you in the ass.

Meanwhile, devilish delight was written all over Sukuna’s tattooed face. “Then, just admit it,” he whispered by the temple of your forehead, a wicked grin pressed at your skin. Sukuna, as you discovered now, loved to win. He was right, and he always wanted to be right.

He pushed himself real deep into your hole, feeling him throb with excitement against every square inch inside you. “Admit that you’re nothing but my naughty girl tonight, you dick-deprived bitch.”

You didn’t. At least, not immediately.

Thus, the displeased Sukuna freed one hand from your thigh. You fell, but he steadied you against the wall. He then wrapped that hand around your throat as though his fingers were made to be your necklace. You yelped quietly when he squeezed the sides, constricting airflow.

At first, you coughed, then gagged.

And Sukuna growled. “Admit it.”

There was such a threat implicit in his words. You mustered a weak nod in response.

“No. I want to hear it,” he ordered coldly. When he tightened the clasp at your neck, his frigid silver rings like ice against your broiling skin. “It’s my fucking birthday, so say it.”

“I…I—” You gasped for air, arms practically flailing from the lack of oxygen as you blinked past your spotted vision. “I’m your naughty girl, Sukuna. Please. Please. Fuck me faster, harder.” Another cough. “I need more.”

Sukuna stopped all motion and closed his eyes momentarily, breath hitching as he savored your words. The admission of his victory was pure music to his ears, a bliss that could easily bring him over the edge.

He loosened his grip from your collar, proudly watching you choke and wheeze for air.

That’s right, you were his naughty little whore on his birthday night. You were never meant to be a good girl. At least, not ever since you had stepped foot inside that fated office looking for sex therapy.

That was when you were all dewy-eyed and pouty.

And look at yourself now, all salivating and cock-hungry. Only good girls gone bad could ever get a piece of him.

Before you could fully recover, Sukuna started to pick up speed again. He started slow but his movements soon grew relentless as his dick plunged into your stretched-out walls over and over and over again, snapping his hips into you at a pace that you might have deemed impossibly fast before.

You stiffened with one long moan.

“Look at yourself,” the man jeered, cackling like a madman. “Wish you could see this. You love this, don’t you? Getting split into two and shaking over my cock. Tell the birthday boy that this was exactly what you needed, baby. Come on, tell me.”

“Oh please, yes,” you hissed, desperate to gratify a pussy pleaser like him. “God fuck, you’re so good at this, Sukuna.”

In your two milliseconds of awareness, you peeked at where your bodies were connected, observing his moist cock sheath into your awaiting cavern with raw amazement.

“No wonder Toji didn’t want to share,” Sukuna murmured, his voice suddenly so, so sexy to your ears. “I, too, would want to keep your pussy all to myself, if I had things my way. Hell, if I really could do whatever I want, I’d fuck you every other night because you’re too sweet, you know that?”

Nearly lost in the quagmire of physical, mental, and auditory sensation, your fingernails pressed crescents into his arms. Your legs were feeble and your mind exhausted, mind clouded only with the thoughts releasing the twisting sensation at your belly, unsure how much longer your poor body could hold up from each hard pound. “S-Sukuna.”

“It’s okay. You can come all over my dick if you want to. Naughty girls like you do me real good, and I want to reward you, brat.”

And something about that final word hit all the right spots.

Immediately, your body convulsed in intense waves of orgasms, your thoughts nothing but white-hot flashes. Throwing your head back against the wall, you were left loudly moaning a garbled version of his name into the open air. You were seeing the fucking stars, glimmering and sparkling between blinks like fireworks.

Your insides clamped down so hard that Sukuna could barely hold himself in either. He huffed slowly, relishing in the warmth of your cunt because he was losing his goddamn mind.

“Holy shit,” Sukuna hissed moments later. He stuttered and stilled in the following thrusts, groaning loudly he spilled every single last drop he had into you, your insides suddenly warmer as you welcomed his load.

In the stillness, all you could hear were heavy pants, labored breaths that wildly sought to catch up on both thoughts and air. Utterly spent, Sukuna pulled out but crouched to see just how much cum you took, pressing down on your abdomen and admiring the crawly flood of semen running over your thighs.

“Messy just the way I like it.” He planted a quick kiss right at your exposed pelvis, and your belly tingled from the contact.

“You’re kinkier than I thought.”

“I could the same for you, sweetheart.”

He then stood up to re-dress both you and himself before crashing upon the nearby couch and pulling you on top, wrapping one sturdy arm around your waist.

To say the very least, it was…ironic to be so content and sexually satisfied with someone who irritated you greatly just hours before.

Perhaps you shouldn’t be too harsh on yourself.

You were probably a one-and-done situation for him, given Sukuna’s track record with women. He likely would never be interested in another round with you, so you might as well enjoy this moment while you had it. Which, you guess, was perfect since there should be no further reason to be sexually attracted to him beyond today.

Right?

Glancing up, you had hoped to discuss with Sukuna only to find him already fast asleep.

Whatever, you thought. There was no reason to mull over this and you, therefore, allowed yourself to drift into your own slumber as well.

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Liv!! Idk if your age gap anon got back to you but I’ll take any age gap fics you have 👀

Hi Danni! I haven’t heard back from them but your wish is my command 😌💜 since I already did rec lists for some age gap ships like Dralbus and Scarry, I’ve decided to make this one about the age difference element itself (Daddy kink, loss of virginity, teacher/student dynamic etc etc) if that makes sense? Happy Friday everyone!

Drarry:

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5k)

It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Not Nineteen Forever by @sorrybutblog (E, 6k)

A rogue charm hits on a mission and suddenly, Draco is nineteen again. Harry is still thirty-five and doing his best to look after his de-aged Auror partner (and forget about his long unrequited crush) until St. Mungo’s can brew the antidote.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Just a Matter of Time by @gracerene (E, 23k)

Draco's in a bit of a rut. He's nearing forty, divorced, and he still can't figure out how to make his Time Turner reconstruction work. He's bored, he can admit it, so he's not nearly as concerned as he should be when his pet project malfunctions and sends him twenty years into the past.

Fast Forward, Two Steps Back by emmagrant01 (E, 36k)

Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy died in the Room of Requirement ten years ago. So when he suddenly reappears at Hogwarts ten years later, still seventeen years old, Professor Harry Potter's life gets very complicated.

Rare pair:

Rise and Shine by tamlane (E, 2.5k) - Hermione/Teddy

It’s too early to fight off Teddy Lupin’s wandering hands. Not that Hermione tries very hard any other time of the day.

Beneath a Foreign Moon by @lqtraintracks (E, 2.7k) - Harry/Teddy

Harry visits Teddy in the middle of the night.

Getting Hard by Snegurochka (E, 3.3k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius always preferred to do it now, now, and then maybe again in twenty minutes, but Harry took forever. Slowly, though, Scorpius is beginning to see the appeal of being patient.

Slip Free of My Grasp by @lqtraintracks (E, 3.4k) - Harry/Sirius

I don't want to be bad for him. I want to do bad things and still be, somehow, inexplicably, good.

Simple As It Is, Complicated As You Need by @lqtraintracks (E, 3.4k) - Harry/Teddy

It's not something they do often, this whole 'Daddy' thing. But to be fair, they don't even have regular sex as often as Teddy would like either. It's not as though they've even admitted they're doing anything.

A Carnival Mirror by secretsalex (E, 3.4k) - Draco/Albus

Albus Severus is nothing like his father. It’s all those differences that Draco can’t stop thinking about.

Mothering Sunday by pauraque (T, 3.6k) - Astoria/Narcissa

Narcissa always wanted a little girl of her own, and Astoria never really had a proper Mum. Together they build something that neither of them ever knew was possible.

Home for the Holidays by @gracerene (E, 4k) - Charlie/James

Charlie was expecting a normal holiday season at home, surrounded by food, laughter, and the warm embrace of family. He didn't count on James taking that last bit quite so literally.

A Bigger Splash by @wolfpants (E, 7k) - Draco/Albus

It's his dad's 45th birthday in rural Sicily, and all Albus wants is to be seen by Draco Malfoy.

The Moral Dilemma of Sharing by carpemermaid (E, 7.7k) - Draco/Harry/Scorpius

After a handful of coincidental run-ins and a half-joking suggestion Draco and Scorpius had formed the habit of cruising together for wizards to pull on the weekends.

To Me You Are the Sea by marguerite_26 (E, 8.5k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius dreaded attending Harry Potter's fiftieth birthday party for more reasons than he cared to admit.

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling) by @writcraft (E, 10k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man, in particular.

Unguarded by birdsofshore (E, 15k) - Draco/Albus

Staying with Scorpius for the first time proves to be more eventful than Albus expected, right from the moment when he walks in on Mr Malfoy shaving.

Team Players by @shiftylinguini (E, 15k) - Teddy/James, Oliver/James

Everyone has that one celebrity they’d move heaven and earth to get between their legs, and James Potter is no exception. He just never anticipated that number one on his Freebie List would end up in the same room as him, let alone would make the first move. But lucky for James, Teddy is a team player―well, he probably is, especially with what James is suggesting.

Possibly, Maybe by Curlee_Cue (E, 72k) - Harry/Scorpius

“A hand carefully brushed Scorpius’ hair out of his eyes and turned his head to face his rescuer. And of course, who else would it be, but Harry Potter? Once just an abstract legend, now his very own personal saviour.”

#asks #danpuff #age gap reclist #drarry & rare pairs

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Taylor Swift and Family Members

‘Taylor Swift’

Picture To Burn: My daddy’s gonna show you how sorry you’ll be

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said “Oh my my my”

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Our whole town came and our mamas cried

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): We'll rock our babies on that very front porch

Our Song: When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow ‘cause it’s late and your mama don’t know

'Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’

Fifteen: And your mama’s waiting up and you’re thinking he’s the one

Love Story: And my daddy said, “Stay away from Juliet”

Love Story: I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

The Way I Loved You: He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father

The Best Day: I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger

The Best Day: God smiles on my little brother, inside and out he’s better than I am

The Best Day: And Daddy’s smart and you’re the prettiest lady in the whole wide world

We Were Happy: Talking about your daddy’s farm we were gonna buy someday

We Were Happy: Talking about your daddy’s farm and you were gonna marry me

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’

Mine: You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter

Mine: You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

Mine: I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

Back To December: How’s life? Tell me, how’s your family?

Speak Now: And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

Dear John: And my mother accused me of losing my mind but I swore I was fine

Never Grow Up: You’re in the car on your way to the movies and you’re mortified your mom’s dropping you off

Never Grow Up: Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home

Never Grow Up: Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother’s favorite songs

Last Kiss: Because I love your handshake, meeting my father

Long Live: If you have children some day, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name

Ours: And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored

Superman: He’s got his mother’s eyes, his father’s ambition

When Emma Falls In Love: When Emma falls in love, she calls up her mom

'Red (Taylor’s Version)’

All Too Well: And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now

All Too Well: And your mother’s telling stories about you on the tee ball team

Starlight: Ooh, ooh, we could get married, have ten kids, and teach them how to dream

Begin Again: But you start to talk about the movies that your family watches

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)’

Now That We Don’t Talk: I call my mom, she said that it was for the best

Now That We Don’t Talk: I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest

'reputation’

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: And here’s to my mama, had to listen to all this drama

Call It What You Want: I’m laughing with my lover, making forts under covers, trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

'Lover’

Paper Rings: Which takes me back to the color that we painted your brother’s wall

'folklore’

the 1: Rosé flowing with your chosen family

cardigan: Leaving like a father, running like water

seven: Your dad is always mad and that must by why

invisible string: Now I send their babies presents

mad woman: Good wives always know

epiphany: Keep your helmet, keep your life, son

epiphany: Something med school did not cover, someone’s daughter, someone’s mother

peace: Give you my wild, give you a child

peace: Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother

'evermore’

champagne problems: Your mom’s ring in your pocket

champagne problems: You told your family for a reason, you couldn’t keep it in

champagne problems: Your sister splashed out on the bottle

'tis the damn season: I’m staying at my parents’ house and the road not taken looks real good now

no body, no crime: Este’s been losing sleep, her husband’s acting different and it smells like infidelity

no body, no crime: He reports his missing wife

no body, no crime: Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen

no body, no crime: Good thing Este’s sister’s gonna swear she was with me

dorothea: Skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes

ivy: So tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become and drink my husband’s wine

right where you left me: I'm sure that you got a wife out there, kids, and Christmas, but I'm unaware

it's time to go: When the words of a sister come back in whispers

it's time to go: 20 years at your job, then the son of the boss gets the job that was yours

it's time to go: Or trying to stay for the kids when keeping it how it is will only break their hearts worse

'Midnights’

Lavender Haze: The only kind of girl they see is a one-night or a wife

Anti-Hero: I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

Anti-Hero: The family gathers around and reads it and then someone screams out, “She’s laughing up at us from hell”

Midnight Rain: It came like a postcard, picture perfect shiny family

Vigilante Shit: Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Vigilante Shit: Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

Paris: Your ex-friend’s sister met someone at a club and he kissed her

High Infidelity: Storm coming, good husband, bad omen, dragged my feet right down the aisle

'The Tortured Poets Department’

Fortnight: Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill him

Fortnight: My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him

But Daddy I Love Him: Now I’m running with my dress unbuttoned, screaming, “But, daddy, I love him”

But Daddy I Love Him: I'm having his baby, no I'm not, but you should see your faces

But Daddy I Love Him: Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid

But Daddy I Love Him: All the wine moms are still holding out, but fuck them, it’s over

But Daddy I Love Him: Now I’m dancing in my dress in the sun and even my daddy just loves him

But Daddy I Love Him: Screaming, “But, daddy, I love him, I’m having his baby”

Florida!!!: And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

Florida!!!: And your cheating husband disappeared

imgonnagetyouback: Whether I'm gonna be your wife or gonna smash up your bike

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: And you have some kids with an Internet starlet

How Did It End?: Soon they'll go home to their husbands, smug 'cause they know they can trust him, then feverishly calling their cousins

So High School: I feel like laughing in the middle of practice to that impression you did of your dad again

thanK you aIMee: Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished that you were dead

thanK you aIMee: And one day, your kid comes home singing a song that only us two is gonna know is about you, 'cause

The Bolter: And I can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone escept her own father

The Manuscript: Afterwards she only ate kids’ cereal and couldn’t sleep unless it was in her mother’s bed

Other Songs written by Taylor

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: Your mother brought you up loyal and kind

Best Days Of Your Life: I heard you’re gonna get married, have a nice little family

Christmases When You Were Mine: My mama’s in the kitchen, worrying about me

Christmases When You Were Mine: I’ll bet you got your mom another sweater, and were your cousins late again?

Official Alternate Releases

But Daddy I Love Him (Clean Version): All the wine moms are still holding out, but it’s over

#taylor swift #lyrics #taylorswiftandx #lyric parallels #family members

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The First Mooey Interaction

They didn't know why they hadn't thought of it sooner. Maybe because Tony wasn't that much into the country life-the lake house was country enough for him-or maybe because Stephen was reminded of his not so great childhood. But the way Valerie was attached to that stuffed cow of hers…they knew they had to take her to see a real one. So they pushed their own minor discomfort aside and planned with the rest of the kids while keeping it a secret from Valerie to visit a farm.

She knew something was going on, but even William wouldn't tell her. When she was very obviously hurt about being left out, he assured her that it was a surprise and she wasn't being left out. She still clung to him and Stephen more than usual after that though so it was hard for them to discuss any possible details.

But they made it happen. Tony talked to Clint who had a neighbor that had farm animals and was more than happy to let them visit. So Stephen opened a gateway to Clint's farm for quick travel and they were greeted by the Barton family as well as Kate.

"I really need to remember to give you a call whenever I need to travel," Clint jokes after the gateway closes.

Stephen snorts. "Only for visits and emergencies. I'm not opening a gateway to Hawaii because you want to go on vacation."

"I'll take what I can get." Clint squats down to Valerie's height and smiles. "Hey kiddo, we've got a special surprise for you."

"Surprise?" She asks softly.

"It's a little bit of a walk but I promise it's worth it."

Valerie made a face at the mention of a long walk but it was obvious her curiosity won over.

"No, no Lulu! Stay–and there she goes," Tony suddenly says before Lucy starts running off with a happy screech. Ever the wild child. "Honey, I'm too old to be chasing two year olds."

"Better get your stretches in," Stephen responds with a smirk.

Laura laughs when Tony sighs heavily. "Need some help?"

"I got her!" Thomas exclaims before dashing off. Of course it took under a second for the teen to return with his sister, and she didn't look too happy about her exploration being so rudely interrupted.

"Wanna play!" She whines.

"You'll get to play in just a minute Lulu," Tony says as William picks up Valerie.

"I'll carry you for a little bit. How does that sound?" He asks Valerie.

"Okay Liam."

"Alright, let's get going so the kids actually have time," Clint announces. "Lead the way Barton spawn!"

"Dad…" Lila sighs and rolls her eyes before linking her arm with Diana's.

"Daddy does it too. He calls us a brood." Diana says as the large group starts their way across the fields to cut across to the neighbor's property.

It was at least a mile hike to leave Clint's property and when they got to the trees, there was a demand to take a brief respite at the small creek. Tony and Stephen wholeheartedly agreed since the water babbled so nicely, and the kids were more than happy to splash around in it once Laura reassured them it was safe. Peter and Harley played with the Barton kids and Diana while the twins kept the younger two girls entertained. Lucy took every chance she could to run up, down, across–at some point Tony swore she did a flip but it could have been a very enthusiastic belly flop–and she never seemed to run out of energy.

He thanked whatever god that was listening that Thomas had the ability to keep up with her because he sure as hell didn't. At least Valerie was content to squat near the water and let the water run through her fingers. She even had a frog approach her and inspect her curiously for a couple of minutes before it hopped away.

Tony didn't even bother looking over when one of the older boys yelled before there was a loud splash. Nobody else was alarmed and there was laughing so he simply enjoyed the shade with Stephen. He had to admit that the creek had its own charm compared to the lake and maybe he could put one in on the lake property for the animals. At the very least. Sometimes Athena and Flynn didn't like swimming as much as Emir did and even the kids were rambunctious in the water.

"You're putting a creek in at the lake house aren't you?" Stephen asks, interrupting Tony's thoughts.

"What makes you say that?"

"You have that planning face. Last time you had that look, Lucy had her own bounce house made out of Peter's webs."

"It was fun!" Thomas says. "Dunno how we didn't stick but it's a quick trampoline without permanently taking up space."

Stephen rubs his eyes. "I'm still waiting to take Lucy in for an emergency visit to Christine."

"Nah, she'll just give you guys premature heart attacks," Harley yells from a few feet away before tripping Peter and making him fall into the creek.

Stephen simply grunted in agreement as the kids continued to play, but eventually Valerie's curiosity won over again and she asked about her surprise soon enough. So the kids wrung out their clothes as best as they could before they continued on. It took another ten minutes to close in on the farm and that's when William picked up Valerie again and Clint asked her to close her eyes. She did so without question and they all quietly entered the barn the neighbor ushered them into (he had been told about the plan and was more than happy to surprise the little girl), and by some miracle, the cows didn't make a single sound except for munching on their hay.

After William carefully set Valerie down, Stephen crouched next to her and said, "alright, you can open your eyes now."

Valerie slowly pulled her hands away from her eyes and all the adults watched in amusement as the curiosity shifted to surprise and then straight to glee as she gasped loudly…

Then screeched happily as she ran up to the closest cow.

It mooed in response and nudged her hands as she pet its nose and as everyone was still recovering from her uncharacteristic outburst. The only one that didn't seem bothered was the neighbor since he simply chuckled at her enthusiasm, but he didn't know Valerie like they did.

"I think it's safe to say that she's happy," Peter says after wincing from his little sister's outburst.

Stephen, on the other hand, was uselessly trying to free his ear of the screech that had been right next to his eardrum. "I didn't even know she could make that noise."

"I'm tempted to buy a cow now," Tony says as he watches Valerie interact with the cow.

"I love her too but no," Stephen sighs. "We'll need to hire a zookeeper at this rate and–" he inhales deeply. "No."

Tony chuckles. "I'll talk to Legolas and his neighbor about visitation rights."

Stephen nods, accepting Tony's kiss, and then joins the kids who had approached the cow to give it their own attention. It mooed happily every once in a while, especially when Valerie started to gently massage its nose and she giggled in response every time. Stephen didn't think any of them had seen her this happy before.

"Mama, look! It's Mooey!" Valerie exclaims, finally turning her attention away from the cow to look at him.

Stephen chuckles. "Do you like your surprise? Daddy and I thought you might like to see a real one."

"Can I have one?" She pouts, making Stephen stiffen minutely and have to mentally tell himself not to give in .

"No, darling, but Daddy is going to see if you can visit."

"She sure can." Clint's neighbor says as he walks over with a smile and crouches down to look at her. "I just talked to your Daddy and I told him that you can come visit whenever you want. It looks like Buttercup here really took a liking to you anyway."

"Did Tony tell you how she will be visiting?" Stephen asks and the farmer stands back up.

"Sure did. Says you have some fancy magic. Few years ago I wouldn't have believed you but after everything that's happened and since meeting the Bartons, I figured anything is possible. Just be sure to give me a call ahead of time so I know to expect you."

"Of course," Stephen says and then smirks. "I'm sure you'll be seeing Valerie often now."

"I'll teach her how to milk Buttercup next time around," the man promises. "Oh, name's Duke by the way. I'd offer you my hand but I've heard enough about you from Clint that I know about your hands."

"I…appreciate your consideration. I suppose you already know my name?"

"Pretty sure I know all of the Avengers by now," Duke laughs. "I even know that you're their matriarch."

Stephen rolls his eyes. "Clint would tell you that."

"No judgment here. You have a happy family and team and that's all that matters." Duke pats Buttercup. "Anyway, if you'd like, you and yours are welcome to stay and see the other animals and we could even gather around a fire. The kids like s'mores right?"

Stephen smiles. "We would love that…but I insist that we buy the s'mores stuff. Half of our kids are supers and two of them eat like three grown men. Not to mention there are thirteen of us."

"Fair enough. Now let's go meet us a pig!" Duke says loudly to gain the kids' attention.

"Piggy!" Lucy screams before bolting out of the barn.

"... we're taking her home covered in mud aren't we?" Stephen sighs as Tony returns, making the older man laugh.

"Oh, without a doubt."

"That's what the hose is for," Harley snickers as he passes them.

"Pretty sure she'll just take another mud bath." Kate points out and Stephen looks at Tony.

"Your daughter."

"Fair enough."

#stephen strange #supremefamily #tony stark #mama bear au

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Parents Visit Revenge

I did expect my St Trinians fics to get low attention but hell I'm having so much fun writing them. These girls are chaotic and brilliant to a one.

Summary: It's a parents weekend and none of the school has forgotten how willing Carnaby Fritton was to get the school sold. Maybe he should have learnt more about how his sister runs her school and just who his daughter is before thinking it was safe to visit.

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It wasn't a code red, or really a code anything. That's an alert system to say when their state of play had changed and it was urgent everyone knew quickly.

This was a parents weekend, known about for months in advance after Miss Fritton had half their parents wanting to come in and praise the teachers for getting their girls to win School Challenge, and the other half insisting on coming in to confirm the school building was still safe after the recent fire. Everyone knew that meant a different set of rules for the students to follow, specifically the quiet combat ones.

Carnaby Fritton was coming and all the girls knew it. The brother of their headmistress and Annabelle's father had a target on his back bigger than anyone's and even the cliques set on convincing other groups parents that the school wasn't as brilliant as expected were planning on moving any vandalism onto Carnaby if he was in their vicinity at the time they did it.

Annabelle ended up stood 5 steps behind him, arm linked with her Auntie, just laughing at Carnaby getting more and more frustrated while trying to maintain his calm facade.

Honestly it had been entirely his fault to chose to check out the art rooms first while making snide comments about 'any other obvious fakes in progress.' All the other girls had expected this, and been warned to avoid the art rooms for the first hour or until a first year started laughing, specifically Bel still suspended in her tank for the moment. Her parents had been informed she had class duties to perform in the morning but would meet them later on.

“And here's the room forgeries are done.” Carnaby declared, pushing heavily against the door so it swung wide and the paints Annabelle had balanced on it earlier poured and splattered entirely over him.

She just nodded, deftly stepping around the puddles of paint and looking her father over as if he was a sculpture. “Entirely correct dad. This is quite utterly a forgery.”

“Barely a snake of a statue if you ask me.” Camilla agreed. “The girls have definitely done better work than this a million times.”

Annabelle laughed as Carnaby swung between glaring at them both. “It must have been a rebellion piece. You know how annoyed they get when told they can't keep drawing nudes.”

“I'm not a sculpture! I'm alive, not just some dummy in a tank!” Carnaby snapped, gesturing harshly towards Annabelle as if to grab her. When that failed he reached into the tank, yanking Bel out of it, presumably to make the point that she was a sculpture while he was alive.

“Hi Miss Fritton, who's the new sculpture?” Bel promptly asked, remaining limp and laughing as she splashed back down. A moment later she was climbing out of the tank accepting the towel from Annabelle.

Carnaby meanwhile had stumbled into the chairs and fallen while knocking them over, staring over at the three women. “What?”

Annabelle looked down at him, shaking her head. “This disaster masquerading as an art dealer is my dad, Miss Fritton's brother, Carnaby. Dad, this is Bel.”

“Charmed. Or I would be if this school had any policies against both those horrific pranks.” Carnaby glowered at him sister who just gave a laugh, as if his annoyance delighted her.

“Oh it does. You just interrupted Chloe's current art project. She prepared it to test how random colours being applied to an outfit mesh together.” Bel lied immediately.

Annabelle's grin turned shark like behind him, and she grabbed hold of his wrist, tugging him to the door. “Then we must find her to show off the results of her project. Come on Daddy. You have to get to the languages classroom immediately!”

“I can walk myself, Darling. And surely Chloe would prefer to have her project done on-” Carnaby protested, tugging out of her grip and leading the way into a store closet as Bel watched

The trio disappeared around the corner while Miss Fritton was insisting her girls wouldn't care for the project to be done on any person, so long as it was documented.

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Out on the grounds a few of the parents had been goaded into playing hockey against their daughters and Bursar had attracted laughs at the helmet he'd put on.

Then the first concussion was delivered onto Taylor's dad while her mum laughed and joined the girls in the St Trinians chant.

That was also where the Posh Totties had their families gathered, all boasting athletic achievements they simply wouldn't be able to demonstrate because their heels are brand new, and do their parents really want to be trekking up to their dorms just to come back down when they could just remain and watch the old men lose the game they insisted on playing.

“Chelsea, your phone is ringing again.” Tania pointed out, getting frowned at.

“Shoo, shoo, shoo. It's fine, my message explains precisely why I'm busy and when they can call back.” Chelsea insisted, before spotting Tara ducking back into line with the other first years cheering, phone in hand. “And tell your sister that I'm grateful for her enthusiasm in volunteering to test our current science project too.”

Her father made a comment asking if it was allowed as Peaches and Chloe joined in shooing Tania away which Chelsea answered with a nod and a smile, “Co-operation between the years is one thing Miss Fritton loves to encourage. Besides my project is on hairstyling, entirely harmless for all involved.”

“Has there been issues in the art studio?” Peaches mother asked, looking back to the school building away from the game.

“Is there a Chloe over here? My daughter is insisting on locating Chloe!” Carnaby yelled, already storming over from the school building, Miss Fritton and Annabelle walking sedately behind him.

Chloe was more than willing to wave, uncertain just why she'd been named, and gesturing for one of the players to pass her their hockey stick. “That's me. You must be Mr Fritton. We've heard all about Miss Fritton's brother, but you have to understand Carver is very particular over what to do in situations like this.” She called, hooking the hockey stick around his ankle even as Carnaby tried to stop and prepare to yell at her.

A yank and twist of the hockey stick was enough to have him laid out on the ground once more, claps coming from the first years and Carver who'd been yelling criticisms on the parents technique.

“What sort of school are you running here, Camilla?” The yell had everyone laughing then.

“One that leaves none of its girls likely to be the victims of assault, sexual, physical or any kind.” Miss Fritton answered, nodding politely to the parents she could see. “In fact I believe Harold has some words to say over how you approached his daughter also. Are you okay, Chloe?”

Chloe smiled, handing the hockey stick over to Annabelle. “I'm fine Miss. Are you going to join the game now you're down here, Annabelle?”

“I might as well. I guess our father's will take quite a while with their talk, won't they?” Annabelle decided, already on the pitch before anyone could reply and calling to let the girls know she was open to be passed to.

#st trinians #annabelle fritton #carnaby fritton #camilla fritton #chloe st trinians #chelsea st trinians #revenge #tania st trinians #pranks #don't mess with st trinians

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hello my love i request keiko smut, idm katsuya or baofu or both, go crazy <3

This fucker. Is. Long. I don’t usually put a lot of effort into set ups for smut to save time, but I had an idea here, and I’ve been on another persona 2 kick, so Katsuya got a lot of love lol. I hope this stands up to the hype! I did my best to make it fun, and to polish it up!

CW: Stalkers are mentioned, blowjobs, poolside sex, they do it outside, so it’s kinnndaa semi-public?

As an idol, Keiko Yamada wasn’t a stranger to unhinged fans. Cornered after a show, odd and inappropriate gifts, creepy letters, she'd had her fair share. So on some level, she had expected to get a stalker at some point in her career. But, what she hadn’texpected was such a gorgeous man being the cop to guard her.

Detective Katsuya Suou was, amazing to look at. With neat brown hair, red-colored sunglasses over his warm brown eyes, and a well-curated grey suit. A suit that could give a woman daddy issues at first glance, and man...did Keiko have issues. So, when the police department assigned him to shadow her for the day, guard her home, and all that, Keiko didn’t care about anything the man might ruin in her day's plans. He was now her only plan.

Which, was why the minty teal bikini was a calculated move. It was her best swimsuit. The color complimented her eyes, it had just enough material to not be a cross of the line, but still be revealing. It was a surefire way to get anyone's attention. So, she couldn't help the proud smile at her reflection in the full-body mirror in her room. Then, she swept out of her room to stroll through the living room where the police officer stood by the window to watch the street outside. “You know, I have a swimming pool in the backyard, right?” she hummed, only a glance thrown across the living room to catch his raised eyebrows and light pink cheeks. Gotcha. "I'll be out there if you need me."

And, without a further word to the man, she went to her backdoor and opened it, a small smile on her face when she heard, “H-hey! Wait, wait, Miss Yamada. You shouldn’t go outside before I can sweep the area!” He reminded, “Then, go and sweep, I want to swim.” She said, a mischievous glint in her green eyes as she looked back at him. Though, her simple and blunt answer seemed to take the tall man by surprise. Because, he gave her a wide-eyed look before his composure returned and he nodded. Outside in a flash to circle the yard and look through the large bushes across from her. Thorough in his work. Keiko, meanwhile, strolled out and slid into the cool water of her pool with a smile. “Could you not wait until I was sure it was safe? No offense, ma’am, but are you not scared of your stalker?” Katsuya huffed, but she simply smiled at him as she paddled around in the water. Though, after a moment, she swam over to the side of the pool, “Well, with how hot it is, no. I was melting! I needed to cool off.” She hummed. The cop only glaring at her before she continued in a flirtier tone, “In fact, it’s so hot, why don’t you join me, pretty boy? I’m sure that suit is hot as hell. In more ways than one.~” Keiko teased, before she splashed the brunette man with a bit of pool water and rested her arms on the cool tile on her pool's edge. The subtle twitch of his lips was the only confirmation she got that her game was working. “It isn’t allowed that I swim on the job. Getting distracted could get you killed, you know.” Katsuya warned, but Keiko rolled her forest-hued eyes at that claim, but countered, “But officer, I need someone to guard me while I’m in the pool too! What if my stalker’s hiding beneath? Waiting to snatch me and drown me?”

Which, struck a small crack in the armor of the cop. A small twitch of a smile. Not much, but it still managed to be charming enough to warm the space between her thighs. “So, what do you say, handsome? Want to protect me from drowning?” She pressed. Her sweetest smile on her lips as she looked up at the well-dressed detective. Able to watch his thoughts dance through his warm, chocolatey eyes until, finally, he gave a heavy sigh. “I will at least put my feet in, will that sate you, Miss Yamada?” He asked, and the dark-haired idol nodded before she moved paddle around in the cool water again. Though, all the while, she kept an eye on the cop. Happy to drink in the view as he undid each button of his suit jacket, followed by the small buttons of his burgundy shirt. Each loosened fasten slow to reveal more and more of his sun-kissed chest. And god, it was a nice chest indeed.

As a cop, Keiko had expected the tall man to be strong. Yet, it was still quite the thrill to see that Katsuya wasn’t only built, but sculpted like a marble statue. his sun-kissed skin only marred by the scars of his line of work and- a tattoo! “Well well well, officer! I didn’t take you for someone who’d get a tattoo.~” The idol sang. A grin on her face as he discarded his shirt and sunglasses on the concrete around the pool. The child’s drawing inked onto his shoulder on full display in the sunlight of the noon hour. Though, her words seemed to bring a bit of color to Katsuya’s face when she pointed it out. “Do you have a child?” “Oh...uh, no. It was drawn by my brother when he was nine years old. I decided to get it as a tattoo as a memory of when we got along better.” He explained. Knelt down to roll up his pants legs while Keiko studied the childhood drawing of a person on a bike, or a motorcycle. “Well, that’s cute. You look good with a bit of ink on you.” With that, she swam over to the side of the pool once more to rest her arms on the decorative tile beside him.

For the moment, she let silence fill the air between the two and soaked in the coolness of the water against her skin while the strings of her swimsuit tickled her back. But, after that moment, she slid a hand over the smooth tiles until she could press her fingertips to his thigh, “Miss Yamada, are you...are you trying to seduce me?” Katsuya asked. His warm eyes focused on her antics instead of the shrubbery now. Which, was a look she matched with her own forest green eyes and a coy smile. But, as she looked into his eyes, she was quick to note that there was a slight, playful glint to match her own. So, she smiled and moved to be between his thighs and moved her hand from his outer thigh to ghost over his crotch. “For a supposed detective, I’m surprised it took you so long to notice~”

With that, she grabbed the zipper of his pants and tugged it down, which earned a rather funny squawk from the man, “Ma’am, this is- I’m on the job!” “Yeah, so in a way, you’re kinda at my beck and call. I mean, it’s your job to guard me right? So, you go where I go, you check what I tell you to check. And, how much safer can I get than where I am right now?”

While he stammered and tripped on his attempts to argue, Keiko made quick work of his bottoms. But, she didn’t take the time to admire his semi-erect cock before she left soft kisses along his length. Until, after only a few soft kisses, precum began to well up at the tip. Only enough to let her taste a bit of salt when she ran her tongue over the head. “M-miss Yamada…” Katsuya finally managed after a few brushes of her mouth. The idol able to feel his eyes locked onto her as she kept her lips against him while she hummed in acknowledgment. But, even as she paused to look up at him from the water, all the officer could do was stare at her with lust-blown eyes. So, she continued her actions and took him into her mouth.

And just like that, she could almost hear the thoughts vanish from the cop’s head. The gentle suction, the slow slip of her lips further along his length, with her tongue pressed to the bottom of his member, he made no other move to argue or try to stop her. So, Keiko began to move her head. Slow, at first, to savor the weight of him on her tongue, and the salty taste of his precum. All the while, the brunette shook from how tense he was beneath her touch. And, when she looked up at his face, the idol could tell that the strain was moreso from the fight to keep silent. Not discomfort.

So, she pulled back and replaced her tongue with continued movements of her hand, “You can moan, silly. You’re the only officer here until tomorrow, remember? No one will know.” She hummed, a smile on her lips as she watched his eyes dim with the first layers of lust. A glaze that seemed to only grow worse when she ran her tongue from the base to his tip. However, she didn’t give the man a chance to argue before she slipped the head of his cock back into her mouth. And this time, she didn’t hesitate to bob her head at a faster pace than before.

The sudden uptick of friction and suction was all it took to earn a low moan from Katsuya. Which, not only fed the woman’s ego, but also the fire that flickered in her belly. Until heat began to crawl up through her belly, into her chest, and, finally, her head. Each pleasured twitch and throb of the dick in her mouth mimicked in her own body to the point that it began to overwhelm her. It isn’t smart to go riding a cop in the open like this. It might anger my stalker.The more reasonable side of the idol whispered, only to be drowned out by the more carnal voice in her head. Fuck it, ride this man like a pony. It demanded. And, with the heavy fog in her head, and the heat in her skin, all Keiko could do was listen.

So, with a lewd pop and a few tugs of the strings holding her swimming bottoms up, Keiko pulled his cock back out of her mouth to instead hoist herself out of the water. “Woah! M-miss Yamada, what are you doing?! This is b-beyond innapropriate!” Katsuya squawked, his tanned face warm with embarrassment, “Katsu, dear, we’ve passed the threshold of ‘appropriate.’” She chuckled while she lifted her legs out of the water to straddle him. However, she didn’t hesitate a moment longer before she sunk onto his erection.

Both of them moaned at the sensation. Her, of the fullness, and how he stretched her so well, him, from the warm squeeze of her slick walls. It was wonderful, his dick able to sate the deep itch of need in her. However, the haze in her mind only worsened when she began to wiggle and bounce her hips against his.

After that, no words were needed, the only ones either could manage were curses. The danger of Keiko’s stalker forgotten in the throughs of passion and mindless desire, and the protocol of protection detail thrown aside as well. The only thing either seemed to care about was the friction and lust that boiled and grew within Keiko’s skin. “Fuck...Katsuya, I think I’m gonna cum!” She panted, the chill of her pool’s water useless against the heat under her skin. A heat that the cop seemed to share in, judging by how he gripped her hips to guide her movements. So, she left it at that and simply kept up the soundtrack of the slap of skin upon skin. The pleasure was only able to build into a sudden flash of overwhelming snowblindness.

If Keiko exclaimed anything, she couldn’t recall it. The bliss that washed through her took her senses with it for a moment. When her senses did return, she was hot and crumpled against Katsuya’s powerful chest in the warm afternoon light. “Miss Yamada? Are you okay?” Katsuya panted, and she gave a weak nod, “Just...let me catch my breath. Then we’re going again.” She breathed, a smile on her face when she felt him jolt under her. But, she didn’t elaborate further.

#persona 2 #Katsuya Suou #Katsuya Suou x oc #persona #ask #scenario #not sfw #spicy #lemon #minors do not interact #mdni #persona 2 OC

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