#you came to MY blog to pull this shit

[adammilligan]

see the thing to consider about the early years of the cage is like. michael and adam's relationship (<-as a general term. the BEGINNINGS of it) was developing directly alongside the prime example of an archangel absolutely turning upon his vessel re: sam and lucifer. and they were bystanders to this! they could see what was happening! but first of all adam was powerless to do anything about it/would've been depending entirely on whatever protection michael would've deigned to give him back then during a time where they probably very much did not like each other and second of all while michael implied in 5x13 that he viewed what the other (arch)angels did to their vessels as something to disapprove of ("unlike my brothers, i won't leave you a drooling mess when i'm done wearing you") he still fundamentally does not give a shit so long as it doesn't affect him.

like while michael has always treated his vessels with respect while possessing them just based on his phrasing i'm like 90% sure he only did it (back then) to set himself apart from his brothers and keep himself established as the big brother setting the example. if that makes sense. he was being very proper about it he was like you see as much as i also think humanity is beneath me god favored them and so i will treat my vessels with respect as he intended. yknow. and i do think that seeing lucifer absolutely tear sam apart would've reinforced this? like ohhhh i am so much better than lucifer i would never stoop to a level like that. i think at least SOME of the early cage years with michael leaving adam alone would've been because of the fact that he's trying to be better than lucifer and what better way to do that than to prove to god that he isn't some savage animal who would turn on his most favorite creation with a lust for sadism.

and this would have to be present for their early interactions is the thing! because adam is THERE! he can see it happening! like not only is he helpless in the face of sam's torture but he is also put in a position where he is constantly Very Much Aware of the fact that michael. at any point. at any time. could turn on him and start doing the exact same to him that lucifer was doing to sam. and he has a VERY real reason to feel this way because for all that michael may leave him alone he literally already signed off on his torture once. what was stopping him from doing it again but with his own hands this time? his own pride, and that was pretty much it. and when you compare it to how they are centuries and centuries later, when adam speaks his mind to michael without any fear whatsoever and doesn't even flinch when michael snaps at him because adam had him backed into a corner, it's insane. but in those years back then? when michael's faith in god and that he was the better of the two of them was pretty much the only reason that adam wasn't getting ripped apart like sam was? yeah no adam would've been. absolutely fucking terrified of michael. like there is just no way around that.

but at the same time he is in! that! position! where the only thing he can do is RELY on michael. and it's a horrible position to be in and to look at from an outside perspective. even with the future knowledge that michael never once betrays adam's trust in him and that they will eventually grow to care for each other as deeply as they do. it's like you have adam sitting there listening to sam's screams and not being able to do a thing about it and watching michael and going. if you think it's so savage then why don't you do something about it? and then you have michael going because it's none of my concern. and besides, he was the one who diverted god's plan. he's the one who got us all trapped down here. and then you have adam going well why aren't you torturing me then? for not being the true vessel? and then you have michael going don't be ridiculous. i would never stoop to my brother's level of monstrous, and it's hardly like you're worth my time. and then you have adam, who stays very very quiet at that because his real thoughts about it might piss michael off. might dig himself deeper into this hole he's found himself in. because he's thinking, buddy. you're just as much of a monster. you've just got a different complex about it. but he can't say that and so he doesn't.

[tojipie]

bundle of joy <3

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this man was forged and handcrafted to be a girl-dad to a little sweetheart. i love him w all my heart.

the rasp of your husbands voice is so soft that you’re unsure if you’re still dreaming, head spinning from the IV cocktail the doctors had pumped into you the day prior.

toji sits with his back to you, your daughter cradled in the crook of his arm. your little bundle of joy so gently, letting her mindlessly grab at the cuff of his sleeve.

“what’re you doing, huh?” he mumbles, stroking the softness of her cheek with his thumb.

the baby ignores him, opting to try and get the fabric of his shirt into her mouth. soft, pink little gums bite down on freshly washed cotton, her feet kicking in excitement at the new texture.

“aht— hey!” he mumbles, gently pulling the soaked fabric from her grasp. “dirty.”

you sit up from your spot on the bed, inching over to the two of them.

toji truly can’t take his eyes off her, nodding intently while the newborn babbles nonsense to herself. he quickly switches her to his other arm once you join him, letting you lean your full weight on him.

tiny, pruney little fingers close around the bottom of his index, soft skin contrasting against the blues and blacks of his tattooed knuckles.

“is she supposed to be this tiny?” he whispers, half in awe half out of concern. your heart melts at how soft his voice is, eyes blown wide.

“f’course,” you giggle tiredly, still woozy from the epidural. you nose at the curve of his shoulder with a hum. “doctors said she was perfectly healthy, remember?”

“right, shit,” he mutters, tensing up at the freudian slip. “oh— sorry,” he says it to your daughter this time, clearly embarrassed at his lack of a filter.

toji’s lifestyle change had been a gradual process. a culmination of a life spent on the streets, moving up the ranks year after year until he’d forged an empire built on the bodies of his enemies.

then you came along, holding him down through a 7 year sentence while the world threw its worst at him, testing the integrity of your relationship as you both struggled to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

somewhere along the way nights at the club together turned into nights spent inside, planning out your future.

you had wanted to give him this for so long. to raise a child together and complete your little family, fulfilling both your lives just a little bit more. toji had dropped to his knees when you brought him the positive test, burying his face in your stomach to hide his teary eyes.

you can’t help but laugh to yourself at the irony of it all. that the man in front of you with the word “greed” gracing his knuckles in bold letters was holding your baby with all the generosity in the world.

“she drank a ton today.”

“oh yeah? big appetite huh?” he coos, pulling her pink baby hat up to let her little ears breathe.

“takes after her dad.”

your little blessing lets out a tiny yawn before closing her eyes, tuckered out after a long day of adjusting to her new world.

“should i put her back in the crib?” he whispers, so scared of waking the poor girl up.

let her sleep on me for a little, i’ll be up for a while anyways,” you explain, reaching for your daughter to let her settle onto your chest.

“my girls,” he mumbles, so full of love when he says it.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

imagination part two

part one part three

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, male receiving oral, face fucking

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“shit, baby!” rafe grabs the towel hanging on the wall, wrapping it around his waist to cover himself. “what did you forget honey?” 

you completely forgot what you were came back for, blinking several times at rafe, your eyes glazed over as you take in his muscles, the memory of what is now being covered by the towel seared into your mind.

“baby girl, what did you forget?” rafe asks again.

“i-um. my scrunchie.” you say, reaching for the scrunchie you left on the counter. a silly thing to come back for maybe, but rafe knows it's your favorite.

“im glad you got it, now let me get dressed and ill walk you out to your car, yeah?” rafe tucks the towel so it holds itself up, slowly advancing towards you.

“rafey, why were you calling my name?” you ask as he comes up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “were you… touching yourself?”

rafe swallows his surprise. “what does my innocent girl know about touching yourself?”

your cheeks flare red. “i don't wanna be innocent anymore, rafe. i-i want you to take my virginity.”

rafes eyes slide closed, his chest moving in a steady up and down motion, trying to control himself from going completely feral and doing what you ask by bending you over the counter and thrusting his length into you.

“baby, you should spend some more time thinking about it.”

“no.” you frown, “i want you. now.”

rafe groans, like he's releasing his last bit of self control, and walks you backwards into the bedroom. you move to the bed, allowing him to control your movements as you sit down on the comforter.

“we'll go slow.” rafe says, more commanding himself than telling you.

“can i see your dick again?” you ask, eyes now closer to level with the towel wrapped around his waist, sticking up in the center from where he had rehardened.

“yeah.” rafe nods, wishing he could get you naked first, but wanted to let you have a bit of control before he lost all of his and fucked you like an animal.

you tug at the towel, much more eager than rafe thought you would be. if he knew that you accidentally seeing him naked would spur this moment, he would have started walking around naked a lot earlier in your relationship.

the towel falls to the floor and your eyes widen, taking in how long and thick rafes cock is, jutting out from his body. you wrap your hand around the base and give him a stroke, making rafe groan out.

“is this good?” you question, and rafe nods, going to answer verbally when he cuts himself off with a gasp when you continue to move your hand.

you scrunch your face in concentration as you stroke him, trying to tell what he likes by the noises and faces he's making, and by how his cock twitches in your hand.

you swipe your thumb over his tip, a bit of precum leaking out. before you can really think over your actions, you lean forward and flick your tongue over his leaky head.

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, not expecting your actions. you quickly pull back, thinking you did something wrong or something that didn't feel good, but as you retreat, rafe pushes forward, his cock slipping past your lips, filling your mouth.

“fuck…” rafe groans again, unable to control the curses falling from his tongue. “baby just… just relax okay? im gonna fuck your mouth. i-i can't stop.” 

you nod curtly, wishing you had more experience before doing this with rafe, but you trust him to lead you, even as he pushes his hips further forward, until his cock hits the back of your throat, causing you to cough.

“relax, baby.” rafe warns again, pulling out to let you take a full breath before his cock is back in your mouth, and this time he doesn't move slowly, snapping his hips forward and back, thrusting himself repeatedly into your mouth.

you try to breathe through your nose the best you can, only gagging occasionally when rafe hits particularly deep. he brings his hands to your head, moving you in rhythm with him. 

you close your eyes, feeling tears fall down your cheeks. you hope that whatever you’re doing is making rafe feel good as he moans above you. 

“i’m sorry baby.” rafe runs his palm over the top of your hair. “i just can’t stop, you feel too good.”

you hum around his cock, trying to tell him that it’s okay, that you want to make him feel good like this, but he can’t let up as he continues to fuck your face, drool now rolling down your cheeks.

“gonna cum.” rafe warns only seconds before he shoots down your throat, somehow able to cum so quickly after just masturbating in the shower. you swallow everything he has to offer, moaning softly at the taste as he starts to soften in your mouth. he pulls out with a soft sigh, and you heave in large breaths, wiping your chin and neck clean.

rafe seems to suddenly realize what he just did as he kneels down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. “are you okay? i’m so sorry, babygirl, i couldn’t stop.”

“it’s okay, rafey.” you shake your head. “it… felt really good. i liked that.”

“i didn’t hurt you?” rafe confirms.

“no.” you shake your head. “i wanna do it again.”

rafe laughs, pulling you into a kiss. you melt against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, keenly aware of the fact that he is still naked and the intense craving to have him between your thighs.

“i can’t get it back up right now, but we can definitely do that again, and more.” rafe says, standing up and letting you recover as he gets dressed, donning a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“are you… are you not going to fuck me tonight?” you ask, a pout coming to your face.

“not tonight baby.” rafe shakes his head. “need you to keep some of that innocence for a bit longer darling.”

“rafe, thats so unfair!” you whine.

“no it’s not. i’m giving you more time to think about wanting to lose your virginity because once i’m in that pussy baby-” rafe pauses to kiss the top of your head before moving his mouth to your ear “i am going to fucking destroy it.”

part three

[tojilvrs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FUCK MY EX! (AND HIS BOSS) ceo!toji fushiguro x fem reader (2.7k)

repost from my old blog!!!

⁂ warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! toji’s not a bum, reader gets cheated on (not by toji), m receiving oral, pet names, degradation, rough sex, reader’s ex sees them at the end, unprotected sex, creampie, sex as a revenge ploy, some praise, foot on head during doggy (does this have a technical name lol?), also tagging foot fetish JUST IN CASE the last thing counts lol, toji coerces reader, use of the name ‘daddy’ ONCE, spanking, some aftercare, toji steals your panties (and your heart), reader has hair long enough to be pulled

⁂ a/n: this fic literally came out of nowhere i had no plans of writing until i saw twitter porn and a little lightbulb formed above my head. anywho this is not great i wrote and proofread it while i was sleepy so if there’s mistakes don’t tell me i will get embarrassed!!!! THE PACING MIGHT ALSO BE HORRID i was just trying to get my claws on some fictional wiener. k luv u alllll <3

You never thought you could get this low.

You also never thought you’d come home to find your now ex-boyfriend balls deep in his coworker he told you not to worry about.

Way past the stages of hurt and with no more tears left to spill, you found yourself angry. You were pissed at your ex for being unfaithful. Pissed at the woman for fucking around with a man she knew was not available. And pissed at yourself for not figuring it out sooner. Once you got over your sorrows and finally felt able to pull yourself together, you just wanted to rid your apartment of anything that reminded you of him.

That's how you found yourself across the table from that rat bastard's boss. A box full of his old shit perched in your lap and your nails tapping the side of the cardboard. Scanning the room of Mr. Fushiguro's luxurious office and finding yourself filling with rage all over again knowing that the last time you were here, you were helping him get promoted.

"Pleasure seeing you again," you watched as Mr. Fushiguro took a seat in his plush office chair, "though it appears you're here to play the part of 'scorned girlfriend' instead of ‘concerned girlfriend, hm?’ Word travels fast ‘round here.”

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Right," he clasped his hands together over his chest and kicked his feet up onto his desk, knocking over his name plate, “so what're you here for, scorned ex-girlfriend?"

"Just want to give his shit back. Passing it on to you so I won't have to see him and blondie going at it in your breakroom." You watched the man crack a smile before speaking again.

"S'all you’re gonna do?" He knew your answer by the way you tore your eyes off of him and focused them on the box in your lap instead. Slightly slumping down in your chair as if you were a child in trouble trying to evade the scrutinizing gaze of a parent “Oh, don’t tell me you’re just gonna let bygones be bygones and let him get away with it scott free.”

His tone made you feel like your entire situation was almost comical. You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at the man. Scanning his face and watching the scar on his lip twitch when the corner turned up in a smirk.

“Mr. Fushiguro-“

“Don’t have to be all formal now, call me Toji.”

“Okay, what exactly are you implying, Toji?” he sighed before standing up from his desk and fixing his name plate, smirk never falling from his lips and eyes never leaving yours.

“I know he is my employee, but i’m not really… fond of him either. And you’re too pretty of a girl to just let him get away with cheating. It’d make you feel better to hurt ‘em a little bit. Get a little revenge.”

You broke away eye contact from him again to look around his office. Taking note of how sparsely decorated the area was as you pondered and tried to avoid his eyes. It wasn’t the most mature or logical decision, but he was right. It would make you feel better to make him hurt just a little bit. “And how exactly might I go about that?”

Toji laughed a little as he walked around the desk, taking the box out of your lap and placing it on the floor before settling himself behind you. The sweet tobacco scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils as he got closer to you, making his presence feel almost suffocating.

“Y’know what would really get him?” His voice sounded as if it were laced with a honeyed sweetness. The sound surrounding you and ringing around in your ears. He shifted his feet, but you still felt the heat radiating off of him and onto your back.

“What?”You felt him grow closer. Leaning down behind you. So close that you could feel his breath fan against your skin.

“Fuckin’ his boss.”

The lewd suggestion tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes widening and mouth going dry once you realized exactly what he was proposing to you. You opened your mouth to protest. To tell him how absolutely ridiculous that was, but your words fell short. Closing your mouth again to look down and stare at the indentions the corners of the cardboard box had left in your skin.

You couldn’t say that you hadn’t let your eyes linger a little too long at Toji Fushiguro. Always noticing how easy he was on the eyes when your ex would make you tag along to work events. How his suits would perfectly contour to his body. Showing off his bulging muscles through the fabric. How he seemed to tower over you and everyone else with his height and domineering presence. How your gazes would linger a little too long on each other and how his fingertips would “accidentally” graze your hips when passing you.

You were taken away from your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers slowly caressing up and down your jaw. His touch soft, contrasting the rough calluses that lined his fingers. You also realized he had now moved directly in front of you and you were eye-level with his crotch.

“What’ll it be, sweetness?” The tip of his thumb travelled up to your bottom lip, smearing some of your lipgloss. “Y’gonna let me help you get back at him?”

You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head, still not trusting any words to come out of your mouth. He smiled down at you, removing the hand on your chin to pet your head and using his other to unbutton his slacks.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget allllll about your little ex-boyfriend.”

You were still looking up at him dumbly as he freed heavy cock from the confines of his pants, subconsciously parting your lips and slightly sticking out your tongue at the sight of him. Relishing in the way he looked at you and the noises he made once his cock makes contact with your awaiting tongue.

“Already so good and fuckin’ obedient. Did he teach you that?” You shake your head and he cackles. Easing his way into your throat. “So you’re just naturally a whore, huh?” He lightly slaps your cheek, not even hard enough to sting, and moves from petting your head to gripping your hair once you take him all the way into your mouth. Testing your limits and pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle in the back of your throat, loving the way you choke and sputter around him. “Takin’ me so good. Bet that motherfucker couldn’t properly stuff your throat.”

Toji’s right- he couldn’t. He also isn’t quite as big as Toji is either, in both length and girth. It also seems that the man in front of you didn’t learn to fuck from porn like your ex did. Only pushing your limits a little bit at a time and not throatfucking you from the get-go. Also making sure you’re not suffocating on him for too long.

You began to move your tongue over the vein that ran on the underside of his cock, watching in satisfaction as he throws his head back and groans. Doing it again and again and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit, baby, got the sweetest fuckin’ mouth.” His voice is huskier now, almost breathy. You watch as sweat begins to lightly bead across his forehead and his hands come off of you to loosen his tie around his collar. The air becoming too thick and hot for him. You suck him off with much more passion as you get used to his size. Bobbing your head up and down his length and occasionally pulling yourself off to lick on the sensitive skin around his balls. Not paying much mind to the spit that has run from your mouth and covered the bottom half of your face.

“That’s it- hah- fuck yeah… that’s it. Gonna cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat” You kept up your ministrations, using your hand to lightly squeeze his balls as you took his full length down your throat once more. Listening as Toji’s pants became progressively more and more uneven. Only taking a few more short moments before his abs tighten and he takes in a deep inhale as he shoots his load down your throat. His leg twitching as the coil in his belly snaps. Pulling off of him to stick out your tongue and show him that you swallowed it all.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” He gripped your chin tightly and you nodded your head dumbly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled and gestured for you to walk over to the plush, black couch he kept in his office. A guiding hand resting on your lower back as he layed you down on your stomach. He took his time running his hands from your calves all the way up to your ass, like he was trying to memorize every dip in your skin. Once he reached the hem of your skirt, he flipped it up. Gently running the palms of his hands over the smooth skin and giving the right cheek a harsh slap and soothing the sting with the very same hand that inflicted it.

“Suckin’ dick make you this wet?” Your slick had soiled your panties, smearing onto your thighs. His fingers lightly ran across the soaked fabric. You felt the couch dip under his weight as he settled behind you, feeling the fabric of his haphazardly pulled down pants and the heat of whatever skin that was exposed press into you.

“Sucking yours does.” you gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to make contact with your swollen clit. The cool air of his office hitting your soaked center makes you shiver. “You’re gentler than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh baby,” He pauses, taking his hands off of you to maneuver himself around, “you haven’t had the worst yet.”

You’re comfused until you feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance and begin to push in. Your walls greedily sucking him in even though it felt as if he was splitting you in two.

“Tight as a fuckin’ virgin, y’gotta open up for me, girl.” His fingers rub tight circles on your clit. Using that to his advantage to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into you until he’s bottomed out. Your hips arching into him as any remnants of pain begin to wash away and are overtaken with white-hot pleasure. His hands find purchase on your hips as his thrusts begin to speed up. Going harder into you and somehow hitting you deeper each time, causing tears to spring in corners of your eyes.

“Already cryin’ on my cock and we’ve barely even started? Slut can’t handle it?” He slaps your ass again, not caring if it stings. You furiously shake your head as moans and whimpers spill from your lips. Trying your hardest to match his brutal pace with your own hips. “Oh, you think you can take control now, huh? I’d watch it, little girl.”

At first you think he pushes your face into the couch with his hand. That’s until you realize that both his hands are still on your hips and it’s actually his foot that’s found its place on the back of your head as he continues to fuck the memory of your ex out of you. Your pussy clenching down on him at the mere thought of the position.

“Like being treated like a whore don’t you? Shitty man couldn’t do it like I can.” You couldn’t respond back even if you tried. Too caught up in the feeling of being stuffed full by the most skilled man you’ve ever fucked and biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Writhing under him as the pleasure of his tip repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again was becoming almost too much.

Toji must’ve felt the way your pussy began to tighten around him or how your moans were so loud the couch wasn’t muffling them well anymore. His hand snaked around your hip and back down to your clit to rub shapes on it, bringing your closer to your peak.

“That’s right, cum on this cock baby. Hah- cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” He spoke to you through gritted teeth and the sound went straight to your core. It wasn’t long after that your back slipped into a deeper arch and your cunt clenched down on him even harder. A white ring of cream forming around the base of his dick as he worked you through your orgasm and worked himself closer to his.

“Such a good girl. You’re gonna take my cum, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?” You nodded a quick yes, pussy still quaking from your orgasm. the only thing keeping your hips from collapsing into the couch being the vice grip of his strong hands.

The foot pressed into your head was removed and replaced by his right hand gripping your hair and pulling you up to meet his face. Looking him in the eyes for the first time since he started fucking you and seeing the beast of a man he’s become. Pupils blown, hair messy, and face sweaty as his grunts get louder, more aggressive.

“So pretty baby. You’re my good, pretty girl, right? C’mon, daddy a kiss when he cums. You’ve been so. fucking. good.” The last of his words were punctuated by rough thrusts into your heat. His heavy balls slapping against your clit so hard it was making you jump. You craned your head back even more for your lips to meet his in a sloppy, lust-filled kiss as he lets out a final rough grunt into your mouth. The familiar warmth flooding your pussy as his thrusts begin to let up.

He’s gentle with you for the first time in a while, gently resting your head back down to the couch before slowly pulling his softening dick out, tucking it back into his underwear, and smoothing your skirt back down. Rubbing a hand over the arch of your back and letting you rest on his couch as he pulls off your soiled panties and pockets them for himself. Also noticing a patch of your slick that has soiled the front of his pants and smiling as a mix of both of your releases begin to trickle out of your spent hole. Using two of his fingers to push it back in. The room is quiet for the first time in a long while. Only sound being the oscillating box fan in the corner of the room. It says quiet for a while, until you break the silence.

“Don’t even think I can remember the fucker’s name anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You turn over onto your back to face him, watching closely as he fixes his suit to the best of his ability. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, if you’d like.”

He turns to face you, smirking again, “Can’t say I’d hate that.”

It’s your turn to smirk at him before letting your head roll over and rest again. Consumed with the thoughts of how that was definitely the best revenge plan you ever participated in.

You’re almost drifting off until that same thought wakes you up again. Sitting up to look at Toji.

“Wait, how was any of that a revenge ploy if he didn’t even see it?” Toji smirks, fixing his tie. Not even a second later you hear a knock on his door before Toji gives the visitor permission to enter.

“You wanted to see m-“ Your ex stops mid-sentence once he sees you lounging on his employer’s couch with his cum leaking out of you. “Wait, what is she doing here?”

“Baby brought your shit by.” Toji kicks the box towards him as he pulls your panties out of his back pocket and swinging them around his index finger. “Anything else you need? Or do you just wanna watch me fuck your ex-girl again?”

[nxuvillette]

"I THINK YOU DESERVE A PROMOTION"

ASSISTANT HEADCANONS W/ GENSHIN MEN

synopsis: becoming an assistant for your hot boss is a dream come true, no? it sounds even better when you both are up to things that might land you a promotion.

❥- including : cyno, neuvillette, baizhu, wriothesley

❥- note : aaaa! my first post! i’m super nervous but i hope you all enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!assistant!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, office sex (cyno , wriothesley), creampie (all), car sex (neuvillette), mentions of food (neuvillette), mentions of medications (baizhu), brief spanking (baizhu), use of pet names (good girl , baby , darling, pretty girl), brief dacryphillia (wriothesley), belly bulge (wriothesley), public sex (baizhu).

♡ CYNO

you were just supposed to be revising some documents for your boss, cyno. after all, he had a meeting had to attend not even thirty minutes from the current time. you thought it would be simple enough, right? this wasn’t the first time he had asked you to do such a thing for him, but what was going on was something that wasn’t exactly professional.

cyno had you bent over his creaking desk. his hand was lying against your hip while he rutted himself into your squelching cunt that was squeezing him so perfectly he thought he would cum the moment he pushed into you. you were just too hard to resist with your cute black mini skirt that showed a little too much of your thighs. you were just too pretty. how could he possibly stop himself from completely ravaging your cunt?

“ah..! cyno, please..!” your cries echoed across the room, making him shove his fingers into your mouth to make you quiet down. the last thing he wanted was for someone to hear him fucking the absolute shit out of his assistant. 

he leaned towards your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. “better keep quiet.. or else i’ll stop right now and leave you wondering what might have happened..” he whispered, which earned goosebumps to litter your delicate skin.

cyno’s pace began to suddenly quicken. he could feel himself growing closer to his orgasm. his cock twitched inside of you and that delicious high he had been chasing finally came over him. his cum seeped into your womb, filling you completely. you took it so nicely. it took everything in him to not want to go for round two. 

he pulled out, adjusting his pants and leaving a small kiss on your cheek. “get dressed.. we still have a meeting.” he said, heading towards the door.

♡ NEUVILLETTE

being tasked with picking up lunch for the office sounded like a simple enough task. neuvillette had even offered to go with you so you didn’t have to carry all of the food items by yourself, so you happily agreed since he was your boss. he also drove so you didn’t have to use your own vehicle to transfer everything over.

it was fine, up until you both arrived into the parking lot of your office building.

your thighs were on either side of neuvillette’s lap. his thick cock was bullying your walls, reaching the most sensitive spots inside of your pussy. you hadn’t expected such a scene to unfold, but there was just way too much tension circling between you both to just leave the car without anything happening. 

“n-neuvillette! ‘so good.. fuck!” you sobbed into his shoulder when you felt his thumb toying with your puffy clit. 

neuvillette’s thrusts were erratic. he craved you for so fucking long that he wasn’t about to let the opportunity to fuck your brains out slip through his grasp. after all, you were his gorgeous assistant that he just couldn’t help but sneak glances at. “keep going, just like that, darling. fuck.. you take me so well..” he cooed, grunting a bit as your cunt squeezed his cock with such delight.

his arms went to snake around your waist. his pace became brutally quick as his high slowly crept upon him. all he wanted was you in that very moment. 

he practically growled when his orgasm washed over him. his body trembled and he squeezed your ass hard enough to possibly leave a mark on your pretty skin. you were a complete mess and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to walk into the office afterwards.

♡ BAIZHU

becoming an assistant for a well known pharmacist was like a dream come true. he was a great boss, and you honestly hoped to become like him someday when you finally became a pharmacist for your own company. baizhu was truly great at his work.

he sent you on the way to fetch a prescription that was specifically just for him. this wasn’t an unusual occurrence since baizhu had some underlying illnesses that needed certain medications to treat, but you weren’t anticipating that something like this would be occurring instead of him taking his meds.

baizhu had you pressed against the wall. his cock was buried inside of your dripping pussy. you were both trying your best to remain quiet as your other coworkers were around making prescriptions for the other customers. you couldn’t deny that you and baizhu had thrown a few flirty comments towards one another. you just remained professionally due to the fact that he was in fact your higher up.

the tension eventually snapped, and you two pounced on one another. he pushed you into the closet and made your body burn with passion. “baizhu..! o-oh, god..” you whined, arching your back against his body. he was just too damn good.

he chuckled, dragging his fingertips along your flesh. he was honestly playing such a dangerous game right now. it was almost as if he was itching to make you cry out his name. “heh.. you’re such a pretty girl.. i never thought you would feel this great..” he smacked your ass harshly, making you wince from the contact of his palm.

his grunts began to increase in volume and his grip on your body had become much tighter. the way his balls slapped against your clit sent waves of pleasure over your body. you gasped as that white hot knot inside of you finally snapped, allowing your orgasm to fully pass over you. it was also at that moment baizhu finally came, letting his cum fill your walls. 

the two of you both were completely messy and there was this lingering odor of sex that was wafting around the room. baizhu only laughed at your fucked out state. “you did great.. maybe i’ll promote you full time, hm?” 

♡ WRIOTHESLEY

you were asked by your boss wriothesley to stay after hours to work on some other paperwork that needed to be done before the next week. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to ask you for such a request. plus, you were being paid overtime for doing it, so why the hell not? 

however, your extra work wasn’t exactly what you thought it was going to be.

you were lying flat on your back with wriothesley thrusting himself into you. all of the papers that were on his desk were now scattered around and pushed over so you wouldn’t possibly ruin them. he was so big. wriothesley could see a little bulge every time he pushed himself into you. he thought it was so cute. you sprawled out on his desk with your pussy clamped around his big dick. your moans were the best part. there was no one around, so you could be as loud as you wanted without a single interruption.

“w-wriothesley! f-fuck.. you’re so big!” tears formed at your lash line from how intense the pleasure was. you hadn’t felt something like this in such a long time. it was unbearable.

he couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his scarred features. he couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice screaming in pleasure for just him. “you like this, baby? you’re so fuckin’ cute when you say my name like that..” he pressed his palm against your navel, feeling his cock stuffing you full. “so deep.. no wonder you’re a mess.”

his balls twitched, signaling that his orgasm was just around the corner. his pace then picked up, sending you over the edge. he was probably the best you had ever taken. there was no way you could ever sleep with someone else better than him. a groan rumbled in his throat as he reached his peak, squeezing your hips as his cum flooded your walls. he left so much, it made you shiver from the warmth.

he panted, chuckling as he came down from his orgasm. “heh.. we’re still alone, wanna go for round two?” 

© NXUVILLETTE ┆ all rights reserved, do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

[st4rrth0ughts]

Hello! I came across you from the fic Dr. Ratio x quantum tentacles, and since this fic I have been serving on your blog! I absolutely love the way you write!! I also love your ideas, God, they are great! If requests are open ,would it be difficult for you to write a fic about Argenti?No matter what happens!(but I still have an idea about the Knight of Beauty!Reader in this fic)I just love him so madly!😭💞

And if there is an anon emoji feature, can I be "🌾" anon?

(I apologize if there are errors in the text! If you don’t like it, you can ignore it!)

my first anon <33

A/n: im in the middle of a Argenti drabble coincidentally during this req, so i hope you dont mind half swarm monster reader as well :33 tw, cw: monsterfucking, reader is literally half monster, i may not may not have indulged in a little too much twitter art iykyk

breeding Argenti would be lovely, no? 🛡️🌹

Argenti was your fellow knight of beauty. Really, he says Idrilla is the most beautiful, but in your half monster eyes, he's the only beautiful and worthy object of your affection. Even in your freakish state, he came up to you, and proclaimed you the most beautiful person he's set his eyes on. You loved him, more than Idrilla.

He's so cute when your fucking him, he's strong, no doubt, but Aeons, he's so soft when he jerking you off. The way he gently bobs his head when he takes your first length in his mouth, the way his palm gently fists your cock, pretty green eyes welling up with tears as you hit the back of his throat, whining a little as you fist his hair. He diligently takes your other cock into his mouth, somehow only gagging slightly as your hips buck back involuntarily into his mouth. The knight's red hair is sticking to his face as he moans softly around your cocks, his hand reaching down to gently finger his clit as his throat bulges ever so slightly from you. He lets out a soft whimper as he comes, slick dripping down his thigh when you release into his throat, shocking you a little when he swallows it all without gagging. This man, he'll be the death of you.

The way his head throws back when he whimpers out while your forked tongue explores his cunt, spreading his legs wider as he combs his fingers through your hair, thighs trembling as your tongue finds his cervix, letting out a loud sound as you start to fuck it roughly, your sharp fingers tracing over his clit, making him come as he falls back on the mattress weakly, panting heavily as he watches you lick his pussy so tenderly, flushing slightly in embarrassment as you flash him a silly grin. His legs wrap weakly around your waist, his voice softly begging you to fuck him silly. Your two cocks harden again as your features show in all its glory, sharp fangs, glowing red eyes and sharper fingers than your normal ones.

The knight almost regrets it, but at the same time, holy shit, he wouldn't mind being ruined like this every night. You have both your cocks in him, one fucking his ass and the other in his cunt, fucking his cervix silly as he muffled his wails in the pillow, your fingers digging into his waist, piercing his skin, his blood making your instincts go absolutely wild. He trembles as your sharp teeth sink into his neck, drawing blood. Another sharp shriek escapes his throat when he squirts around the cock in his cunt, his eyes rolling back as his back arches into your body. Pulling out the cock in his ass, and shoving it alongside the one in his pussy as his mouth opens in a silent scream as he struggles to take in your length, babbling dumbly about how it was too much. Nonsense, you think as your hips slam into him, fascinated by the loud cries and squeals that comes out of him while he's being pounded into the bed by you.

Pumping load after load into him, his mind is completely hazy, merely filled with the thought of being your pretty mate. He cries out as he squirts around your cocks again for the nth time, fat drops of tears dripping down his face, the knight is drooling as you trace a hand over the bulge of cum and your cocks in the stomach, your instincts to mate going haywire as a low growl escapes your throat. His eyes widen as he feels your knot, as he bucks his hips back onto you, soft pleas and groans of wanting your knot. Well, since he's begging so sweetly, its not in your place to say no, is it?

Yeah, he definitely underestimated it. He's shrieking, choked gasps escaping him as he takes your knot, sobbing as he comes again, his body spasming in pure overstimulation, the lewd sounds coming out of his mouth was unlike anything you've ever heard, it was lovely. Your knot, keeping your seed inside your pretty mate, who's laying limp against the bed, soft sounds of contentment escaping his lips. So pretty. Reaching down, you bite his neck, leaving a mark. The knight shivers slightly, he's yours now. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[jj-one]

𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀, 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑷𝑰𝑫, 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 🗝️ ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

The model life has never crossed your mind but the moment Jungkook laid his eyes on you he knew you were perfect. He was willing to go great lengths to get you on board, even developing a connection with you that could ultimately lead to one of you getting hurt.

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ modeling scout!jungkook ˒˓ model!f!reader ˒˓ strangers to enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again (it's a rollercoaster of emotions fr), jk is in his early 30's and reader is early 20's genre/tags. smut, angst, (some fluff ig), very slow burn, mentions of past trauma, reader lowkey has anger and attachment issues but for good reason, oc has toxic coping skills but is kinda going through it, jk and oc argue a lot, themes of alcohol and some drug usage, mentions of reader crying, unrequited love (both jk and oc think they don't like each other), fingering, masturbation, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, piv, unprotected sex (noooo !!!), creampie, spitting, choking, rough sex, daddy kink tehe, infidelity words. 17.2k+

i wrote this fic almost a year ago so i rewrote a lot of parts to improve the story ! part 2 will be posted in a few days (it’s already done just need some improvements as well) <3

**old repost from my deleted blog (05/02/23)

You can tell it was going to be a long day today. Things just weren’t going your way this morning, your hair wasn’t cooperating with you, you got a giant coffee stain on your work shirt, and now your best friend cancels on you. Reading her text, you couldn’t help but let out a scoff at her lame excuse this time—

‘I’m so sorry y/n but I won’t be able to go out tonight, been getting swamped with so much work!!’

Sigh, yet again she cancels on you, it never fails. You love your best friend Sakura dearly but she can be extremely flaky. You let so much shit slide when it comes to her but if someone else dared to do the same thing you wouldn’t hesitate to cut them off in a heartbeat. Sakura has always been your day 1, she stuck by your side when you had literally no one. In elementary school the kids were vicious, they’d pick on anyone who was remotely different and you were an easy target for them since you were considered the “loner kid”. Sakura defended you when she saw a group of three girls trying to gang up on you and told them all to go kindly fuck off. After that moment, you and Sakura were conjoined by the hip— until you weren’t anymore.

You finally reply to Sakura’s text just saying it was okay and that you guys can go out another time. Now you had to figure out what you wanted to do tonight after getting off work… The original plan was to go to a nightclub with Sakura but since that idea is scrapped you think of other friends you could talk to. Texting a couple friends, you ask what they’re all up to tonight, hoping that at least one person is willing to go out with you. One of your friends, Mina, texted you almost straight away, she was down to go out so you both end up coordinating plans. You couldn’t wait for your shift to be over and to clock out of work, it was such a slow day at the store so you kept pulling your phone out to pass the time. The rustling sound of wind chimes bellow through the front entrance as you see a distant figure disappear off into the aisles. You put your phone away so that you can pay attention to the customer who came inside, waiting for any little interaction to free you from your boredom.

Resting your arm on the counter, you scan around the store to check where the customer had went. It was super dead inside the place but you couldn’t see where they might’ve gone. Looking from the corner of your eye, you see someone approach you from seemingly out of nowhere— leaving you in a state of bewilderment as you saw the man in front of you. It legitimately felt as if you were hallucinating for a second; this man was your ideal type from head to toe. His tall stature easily towered over yours, midnight black strands covered his eyes a bit, and the heavy amount of colorful ink adorning his arm was a huge turn on for you. You were practically fucking the man with your eyes and totally didn’t notice a thing he was saying to you.

“So, what do you say huh?” The man asks with an enthusiastic look, awaiting your prompt response.

You snap out of your trance and come back to earth once again. Now realizing that you have no idea what this man was asking you and feeling embarrassed that you’ll have to ask again.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t quite get you the first time,” you told him sincerely, hoping he wouldn’t be too frustrated with you.

He chuckles, “There’s no one else around, how could you not have heard me?” Clearing his throat some more before continuing, “I was asking if you’ve ever done modeling before.”

You look at the mysterious man confused, you’ve never done an ounce of modeling before so you tell him you haven’t. He looks surprised by this but doesn’t get discouraged by it, “Well, you have the perfect face for modeling, you have a unique look and it’s perfect for my new campaign shoot, would you be interested?”

You ponder with the idea in your head for a bit, could this man actually be serious right now? Honestly, you couldn’t believe someone as pretty as him would even notice you, yet and so willing to scout you to model while you’re working. You decide to ask him more about modeling and what his campaign is all about, his face lit up immediately hearing you show the slightest bit of interest.

“It’s going to be my biggest campaign yet, I work with high-end fashion brands and top designers from all over the world,” He goes on, “I run my own modeling agency so whenever I see someone with a unique look such as you, I have to say something.”

You could feel your face burning hotter from his flattering compliment, getting a slight ego boost by all this. You think about this whole modeling thing, would it really be for you? You’ve never tried it so it doesn’t hurt to at least experience it. You aren’t exactly confident that you’ll be a good model but he seems serious about his line of work and it feels like you can trust him already.

“You never answered my question yet, are you in or out?” He asks, interrupting your deep line of thought.

It was hard not to keep zoning out during the conversation, as much you wanted to take him up on his offer you were far too busy with work and already dealing with enough in your life. You had a lot on your plate at the moment, your current living situation is a bit up in the air right now since you’re struggling to pay rent. You asked your landlord to give you an extension for your half since your job has been giving you less hours lately, your money troubles have been putting a strain on your life since you got this new apartment. The man could tell you were having some reluctant thoughts on this whole thing so he did his best to sweeten the deal for you.

“Look, I know this is super random but just give it a try? You have the exact look that I need for this campaign and I’ll pay you really well,” He further explains. “Not to brag or anything but I take good care of all my models, I’d never let them struggle especially someone like you.”

That was pretty much all it took for you to consider it, telling him that you’ll think about it and you’ve never had any prior kind of experience with this, he assures you that everything will be just fine. Hearing the soft melody of wind chimes coming from the door again, you finally see a new customer walk in as they browse around. The man who was still standing in front of you now has a huge grin etched on his face as he thanks you for considering to model for him. He tells you how much you won’t regret it if you do it and that he’ll turn you into a ‘star’. You feel like he was exaggerating a bit with that last line but if he works with major international fashion brands and designers, there’s a chance your career could grow. Before the man leaves he asks you for a pack of Marlboros, puts a cigarette in his mouth and shoves everything else in the pockets of his jeans.

“Oh- my name’s Jeon Jungkook by the way,” He says as he brings his hand out towards you, you gave his hand a friendly shake.

“Y/n, nice to meet you.” As you both finally properly introduce yourselves, the new customer that came in was now heading towards the register. Before Jungkook gets ready to leave, he gives you his business card with his phone number on it. You held the thick card stock material in your hand and shoved it in your back pocket when the customer comes up to put their things on the counter.

“It was nice meeting you y/n, I hope to see you around.” Jungkook says as he walks out. You watch him from afar as he heads to his car, he leans on the side of it and lights the cigarette from his mouth. You watch as he takes long drags from it and blows out the smoke, he looked like one of those 70’s bad boy greasers that your mom would definitely warn you about.

“Excuse me miss is everything okay?” The customer asks. You zoned out yet again and feel embarrassed about looking at Jungkook for too long. Your mind switches back to reality now, you’re still just a normal convenience store worker at the moment but soon you could be something even more. You never saw yourself as being something special but the fact someone like Jungkook saw that quality in you made you question your abilities. Maybe you shouldn’t doubt yourself after all.

You were finally able to clock out of work and you felt utterly exhausted, barely getting any sleep last night from all the stress that’s been eating you up from the inside. You drive back home and head up the stairs of the old brownstone apartment building you live in. Once you get inside you check your mailbox and see a plethora of bills and notices that you have yet to acknowledge. It hit you at that moment that you were a starving 20-something year old who doesn’t have anything planned out for themselves, you never pictured yourself living like this. In order not to have a complete breakdown right at this very second, you take deep inhales as you try and calm your nerves, then your phone vibrates to alert that you got a new message. You check the notification and see it’s from your friend Mina, asking if you were still on for tonight. You reply telling her yes while finally heading inside your apartment. You knew you shouldn’t be going out right now but it’s the only thing that’ll get your mind off your problems. Your only way of coping is to numb the pain and just not think about it.

Walking into your apartment you hear loud music blaring from the corner of the hallway, rolling your eyes since you know it’s one of your roommates. You had three roommates and none of them were your friends, you found this place super last minute when trying to move out of your toxic parent’s house. You got into one of the worst altercations with your mom one night that it almost got physical, she got angry with you for coming home past 3 am and partied all the time with Sakura. You often rebelled when you were a teenager and your religious mother was not having it one bit. She would constantly degrade you and break you down until you felt like nothing, she was the reason you are what you are today. You broke off all contact with your mom and eventually your dad too since he enabled her abusive actions most of the time, your two most important people treated you as though you were a burden to them. You couldn’t shake the fact that your parents were so willing to kick you out of their home, their own daughter they raised and were supposed to “love”. Although you’re glad you were able to escape from your toxic parents without too many repercussions, you were now dealing with a new, different kind of stress— adulting.

You grab a snack from the pantry and head to your room, putting some headphones in to drown the noise of your roommates annoyingly loud music. You text your friend Mina to let her know that you’ll be getting ready soon and that you’ll pick her up around 10. Mina texts you that she found somewhere else to go to instead of clubbing tonight, telling you all about this ‘exclusive party’ that’s happening, you had to be on their VIP list in order to get in and Mina knew someone who was on the list. She said as long as you tell the bouncer a name they know, they’re more than likely to let you in. You weren’t too keen on this idea since it seemed a bit risky to you but Mina really wanted to go to this event. You finally oblige to her wishes and tell her you’ll be ready to come pick her up soon once you get dressed. Since you weren’t going clubbing anymore you needed to actually put some thought into your outfit for this party, you had no idea what to expect but you put on one of your most expensive dresses and pair of heels, doing a little twirl in the mirror as you check yourself out. You decided not to do too much so you opted for a natural makeup look, you always hated being the center of attention, especially when you’re around people you barely know.

Once you’re fully satisfied with your look, you grab your clutch and head out the door. You got in your car and head over to Mina’s place, as you’re driving you replay the encounter with Jungkook from earlier. It was hard to fathom all at once, still having difficulty believing someone like him would want to even scout you. You never inherently saw yourself as being “model material”, yet here you are getting asked at your normal day job to become one. It felt surreal and you weren’t sure what to think of everything. You contemplated texting Jungkook soon as you got home but what would you even say? His business card that he gave you still resided in the back pocket of your jeans when you threw them on the floor. You think to yourself that you’ll text him tomorrow, you just really needed some time to evaluate and clearly think it over.

You arrive at Mina’s and text her you’re outside waiting for her, she almost instantly comes out and see her wearing the cutest outfit. You complimented her skirt when she got into the car and she thanked you with a toothy smile. Mina gives you the address of the party and puts it in your GPS since you suck with being given directions. You began driving and turn on some music to hype yourselves up before arriving. Mina raves about how exciting this will be since she’s heard there’s going to be several high profile people attending this party.

“I heard there’s gonna be a CEO there, a couple fashion designers, and dozens of hot models will be there!” She exclaims like a boy crazy teen. You weren’t too thrilled on meeting loads of people tonight, you were just hoping that you can get drunk and just forget about all your problems.

“That’s cool I guess,” you say nonchalantly. Although you would like for a guy to swoop in and take all your worries away in a drop of a hat, you knew you probably wouldn’t get that lucky tonight.

As you turn the corner and head down the street where the party’s at, you notice how enormous all of the houses were. Almost every single one of the houses looked like celebrity mansions; one of them even had a large in-ground pool with not one, not two, but three damn water slides. You felt severely out of place even driving through this neck of the woods, turning up slightly into a large driveway with a bunch of other vehicles parked. You stop the car and examine the home in front of you, it could’ve been mistaken as a Victorian castle. In awe of it’s gothic architecture, pale brick walls, and pointed arches; it was venerable yet exudes such extravagance. You felt as though you’d just shifted to some other alternate universe.

Mina takes your hand in hers as she leads the way inside, you were nervous and still unsure if you’d be able to get in or not. Mina walks up to the bouncer in front of the door confidently, he was wearing sunglasses and a black tuxedo, looking like one of those stereotypical bouncer douchebags.

“Name?” The bouncer asks patronizingly, something in your gut can already tell this guy was going to be a major asshole.

“My name’s Mina, I’m not on the list but I’m close friends with Kai and he’s already in there waiting for me!” She explains as she looks around to get a peek who’s inside.

“Alright, you’re free to go.” The bouncer says, opening the door for entry inside. You couldn’t believe it actually worked. Mina walks in front of you and steps inside, she turns around to face you but as you step towards the door the bouncer blocks you from taking any further step.

“Sorry I’m only letting her in.”

You were beyond pissed now, not only were you the one that drove all the way here but you were the one that didn’t even want to come to this dumb party! You scoff as you look in his direction, “Why am I not allowed in? I’m with her!” You exclaim, trying to push past him but he grabs your arm in the process.

“Do you know anyone?” He was speaking to you in the utmost condescending way, you were about to give this jerk a real piece of your mind.

“Listen asshole, how about you shove that ugly smirk off your face before I give you a reason to be angry? This party looks fucking whack anyway,” you express in sheer disgust, “also, get your filthy hands off of me!” You swat his hand away from your arm as you take a step back from him.

Mina was watching this whole encounter but had no idea what to do or say, at this point you didn’t even care about being here anymore. Mina tries one more time to plead with the bouncer but he wasn’t having it, you were just so frustrated that you decide to head back home. Mina shouts after you to come back but you refuse to listen, that douche made up his mind and he wasn’t changing it for anyone. As you walk down the huge driveway, your car was all the way down towards the end and you see another car pull up. You notice that car looked awfully familiar as it wasn’t a car you saw everyday— an Audi convertible sporting a dark blue color. Looking to see who gets out of the car, it was none other than the man whom you met from earlier; Jungkook.

You were a little shocked to see him here but at the same time this was definitely somewhere he would be. You watched him the entire time— he was wearing an all black outfit with studded boots and a leather jacket, always looking so badass without even trying. You could drool all day just looking at his fine self. He mystified you in so many ways, you knew nothing of this guy but he looked influential. He definitely looked like someone you’d want to be connected with in your life, his aura oozed wealth and prestige. As you watch Jungkook from the other side of the driveway, you see another figure running towards you.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Was all you heard, your friend Mina kept shouting as she came towards you sprinting, “oh thank God you didn’t leave yet.” She says coming up to you with glossy eyes.

“I talked to my friend Kai and he said they’ll let you in now, the bouncer was just being a jerk for no reason I’m sorry about that,” she looks at you with pleading eyes for you to change your mind but it’s already been made up. This whole day has been nothing but shit for you and you were highly done with everything right now.

“Thanks Mina, but I really don’t care anymore.” You bluntly reply, it’s obvious that Mina’s friend was only letting you in out of pity and he just wanted to make her happy, this was never about you to begin with.

“Please y/n, I don’t want to be here without you,” she pouts while holding onto your hand, as much as she tries to reassure you that everything will be okay you know that’s it not.

“I just really need to get out of here Mina, I’m sorry…” you attempt to pull away from her. As much as you didn’t want to go back home, you also didn’t want to be somewhere you weren’t welcomed.

“No way, is that you y/n?” You hear a man’s voice come from behind you, you knew that voice all too well. You turn around to see Jungkook now walking towards you and Mina. You felt frozen in place as you were now face to face with him again, you still couldn’t get over how good he looked.

“Oh hi again Jungkook..” you felt a little awkward right now since Mina had no idea who this was, she assumed you didn’t know anyone that would be here.

“You girls heading inside? I was just about to go in when I saw you, I wasn’t planning to be here but thought I’d stop by since a few of my colleagues texted me the address.”

“Actually we were just about to leave, that bouncer is a complete asswipe!” You express with anger, crossing your arms as you recount that shitty ordeal.

Jungkook looks at you as if you’ve gone crazy, “who Stanley? Oh he’s no one! If he tries giving you a hard time just let me talk to him.”

The fact that he called him by his name was enough for you to assume that he might actually have more authority in this situation. You huff and finally agree on going back in there, you swear if that guy says one more thing to you you’re going to end up in jail tonight.

“Don’t worry y/n, you’re in good hands now,” Jungkook brings his hand to the small of your back, your dress was backless and he came in contact with your bare skin. His minor touch sent the slightest chills down your spine as he rubs your back in an affable manner. You felt more at ease with Jungkook being here for some reason even though you just met him several hours ago. As the three of you walk up to the house, you see the bouncer again with the same smug look on his face. Not going to lie you were kind of triggered from what just happened and you were in a pretty fragile state, anything could set you off at the point. Jungkook speaks first and talks to the bouncer, Stanley. He makes a small joke with him and he chuckles a bit, this was the first time you’ve ever seen that guy show any real emotion. He lets Jungkook inside with zero hesitation and allows Mina to step in but once you try and enter he puts his arm in front again. You were about to lose your fucking mind.

“Excuse me Miss, I already talked to you before, I’m not letting you in,” he says, starting to get louder so the partygoers can hear him now. You knew he was doing this to try and embarrass you and you’ve had enough. Just as you were about to tell this guy off for the umpteenth time, Jungkook goes up to him.

“She knows me, she’s one of my models,” he tells Stanley, your eyes grew wide when he said that. You haven’t even told him if you were going to do it yet here is answering the question for you.

“Oh.. my apologies sir,” the bouncer looked visibly nervous by Jungkook now, he knew he just fucked up big time.

“Yeah, next time don’t be such a prick to my models, you’re supposed to treat them all with dignity and respect. I’ll have to tell Don about this, unacceptable.” Jungkook walks past him and he looks terrified. You laugh at how the roles switched now and you flip the bouncer off as you finally make it inside. The living room was gigantic, all of the furniture was over the top and gaudy looking, the couch was a solid gold color and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually made of real gold. You never stepped foot in a place like this, seeing everyone all dressed up, a broad mix of people that looked like they came from all different walks of life. You were so intrigued by the way everyone interacted, how they looked so elegant— so expensive.

“Sooo, you weren’t going to tell me you knew someone here y/n? You’re also a model now, what the hell? Tell me what’s going on!” Mina starts prying you with a million questions that you barely had any of the answers to.

“I- uh- actually it’s not really what you think,” you try nervously explaining, “it’s a long story, actually not really but… yeah.” God, you suck at trying to express yourself.

“Look if you wanna model that’s fine, I’ll support you 100% but that guy… are you seeing him? He was fucking gorgeous!” Her interest piques as she mentions Jungkook, of course she’d want to know more on that.

“No! I literally just met him today, it’s not like that at all-“ you attempt to say but your words are prematurely cut off.

“Today?! When’d you have time to meet a sexy man like that? Does he have any brothers? Asking for a friend..”

“He came into my job and asked me if I wanted to model for his agency...” as you kept talking about the whole modeling thing with Mina you can’t help but think about your best friend Sakura. She should’ve been the first person you told about this, she would be more than excited and happy to hear all this right now. You couldn’t wait to update her on everything that’s happened and tomorrow was right around the corner. Jungkook comes back to you and hands you a shot glass with brown liquor.

“I don’t really like dark liquor…” you say to him as you hand the glass back to him, unwilling to drink it.

He looked deeply offended by your action. “This is not just your average run-of-the-mill alcohol love, this is vintage 2004 Veuve Clicquot imported directly from France, just try it.”

You take the glass back from him and took a swig. The taste was quite delicate, it was light, airy, and went straight through you like water. You swing your head back as you drank the rest and wiped the excess liquid from the side of your mouth, admitting to him that you thought it was pretty good— he tells you he already knows but wanted you to see it for yourself. You took a couple more shots of the same liquor and it didn’t take much for you to start already feeling a little tipsy. You were now sitting on the balcony with Jungkook, your friend Mina was with Kai and she was probably going to end up leaving with him tonight. You look down from the balcony, watching cars pass by as you feel your body temperature grow hotter from all the alcohol you consumed. Turning over to look at Jungkook now, he’s seated across from you, placing a cigarette between his lips, and hovering his hand over it to block the subtle wind as he lights the end.

“You know smoking is bad for your health, right?” You giggle to yourself as you tease him, knowing he’s probably heard that a million times but you wanted to say it anyway.

“Ever heard of minding your own business?” He says after he exhales. A cloud of smoke starts to linger towards you now and you tried to stifle a cough but ultimately failed due to the lethargic odor.

“I could die from secondhand smoke y’know!” You yell, dramatically wafting it away. You’ve always hated cigarettes, both of your parents smoked and it was starting to give you flashbacks from when they’d literally smoke around you when you were a child.

“It’s not like there’s any small kids around,” he shrugs his shoulders and takes another drag from it, “you’ll be fine!”

You roll your eyes, you didn’t feel like ranting about your messed up home life when you were younger so you let it go. For some reason you don’t feel turned off by Jungkook smoking, usually that would be a huge dealbreaker for you. You change the subject with something more lighthearted, “so.. tell me more about your modeling agency.”

Jungkook finishes his cigarette, crushes it and flicks it off the railing of the balcony, “well, in a nutshell I basically scout and manage all my models, set up all their gigs, put everyone on my payroll, and always have to plan everything ahead… If things don’t go my way I get real mad.”

You knew he was somewhat a notable guy but you didn’t know he did all of this. You were impressed by the way he spoke about his line of work, how much time and effort he puts into all of it, you knew you were in good hands if you do end up working for him. Jungkook further explains the ins and outs of modeling, all the hardships he’s had to face in order to make a name for himself.

“It’s a cutthroat industry, you either take risks and show them what you’re made of or sit back in the sidelines and pray for a chance,” he says, “I’m not one of those people who waits around for what they want.”

You can tell he practices everything he preaches, he was so persistent when you weren’t sure of modeling but he made you feel more at ease about the idea, he was the perfect businessman. Whatever Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets.

As you continue talking more with him through the night, he starts asking you more personal questions. He asked if you go to school or have other hobbies you like. You tell him that you were a college drop out, you couldn’t afford to pay the tuition fees and your parents were making your life a living hell. Deciding to drink a bit more later on, you soon became so intoxicated that you were willing to overshare entirely too much with him. You were in such a fragile state that you ended up sobbing in Jungkook’s arms due to all the memories of your shitty life coming back to you, living in a real life nightmare. Jungkook held you in his embrace as you let the water works continue, you were such a mess right now but Jungkook was here to listen to your problems without you feeling any guilt about it. He pat your back and gave you a couple “there, there, it’s okay” and “it’ll be alright, just calm down” before you finally stopped yourself from sobbing so much. Your breath hitched as you feel your chest weigh heavy from all the crying you just did, you were drunk, sad, and now a little hungry for some reason..?

You bring your head up from the comfort of Jungkook’s chest and wipe your tears away quickly, “s-sorry about that, I just really needed a shoulder to cry on today…”

“It’s alright y/n, I’m here for you to make sure you’re okay,” he brushes some hair out of your face so he can look at you better, “you’re too pretty to be crying like this, a woman as beautiful as you should never have to suffer in life.”

You shook your head, “I must not be beautiful then, if I was then I wouldn’t be feeling so broken right now…”

“That’s not true, even the most gorgeous souls go through many tribulations in life, it’s what we do after those moments that are most viable. Even when you’re at your lowest, it’s those intense highs that make life worth living all over again.” Jungkook always spoke wisely, you know he’s definitely been through some shit to be able to give such good, eye-opening advice.

“You’re really wise Jungkook,” you say to him, “I aspire to be like you when I grow up.”

“Oh jeez don’t say that, you’re gonna make me feel old..”

That’s when you realize you never quite knew his age, you never thought to ask but it does seem pretty important to know.

“How old are you by the way?” You bluntly ask, you probably offended him by asking like that outright but you didn’t really care.

“Take a guess..?” He decides to play the long game and chose not to answer right away.

You hate when guys do this to you because you never know what to say incase they get salty over your answer.

“25?” Jungkook bursts out laughing at that answer, he looks at you as if you had three heads attached to your body.

“Wow, really? I’m flattered you think that, I haven’t been 25 in almost a decade,” he says with a big grin plastered on his face. You probably made his day by making that comment. You were surprised to hear him say that though, a decade? Christ, this man could possibly be old enough to be your father.

“So you’re like what, 33 or 34?” You ask.

“I’m 32,” he answers casually, “don’t be intimidated by my age love, I’ve been with many girls your age already.”

You playfully hit his arm and tell him how a comment like that was inappropriate. “You shouldn’t be talking to one of your future models that way!” Expressing in a joking manner.

He chuckles at you and sways his hand, “oh please, you’d be surprised how many girls ask to be one of my models, I’ve gotten hundreds of DM’s from all over.”

You were puzzled by how he has tons of willing models wanting to be a part of his agency yet here is hanging out with a random girl who works at a convenience store and barely paying their bills on time.

“Why do you want me then?” You blurt out. Instantly regretting the way you worded that, practically setting yourself up for the worst response.

“Huh? What do you mean?” He raises an eyebrow, “I just want you to be one of my models and nothing more, you’re a very cute girl y/n but I have other priorities to worry about.”

You felt like someone punched you in the gut, what he said actually offended you to some degree. You know you shouldn’t be upset that this man who is clearly much older than you and has way more on his plate wouldn’t give you the time of day. You rephrase yourself, “What I meant to say was why you were so desperate for me to sign with your agency in the first place,” you continue your little speech “and furthermore, I wasn’t asking for you to try and get with me I’m not one of those dumb, easy girls that you can just get into bed with!” You know you probably upset him by what you were saying but quite frankly you don’t give a flying fuck. Not even less than an hour ago were you just crying into this man’s arms and now he’s acting like somewhat of a jerk to you. What happened to what he said earlier about not making beautiful women suffer? Guess that was all a lie too.

You were so done with him at this point you get up to leave from the balcony but your limbs went pliant and your face grew flushed from all the alcohol. You try to drunkenly stumble your way from him but Jungkook held your arms in his grasp tightly.

“You’re way too drunk to be walking alone right now, those guys will tear you to shreds in there,” he warns, bringing you back down to the chair but you swat him away and tell him to stop trying to be ‘nice’ to you.

“You can cut the act now Jungkook. You’re so fucking fake, pretending to care when you never did the whole time, you’re just like everyone else!” You shout while slurring your words a bit, getting up again to leave but he grabs you yet again.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You nudge your arm away from him and try getting him off you but it isn’t working much. Jungkook was much stronger than you physically, all he had to do was pin your arms down so you couldn’t go anywhere. Since you were in a very much messy, drunken state you weren’t thinking rationally, all you wanted to do was get away from him. You were angry at the whole world right now and Jungkook was the person you wanted to take it all out on.

“Stop trying to fight with me y/n, it’s not going to work,” he says while still having your arms pinned to your sides, “I’ve dealt with bratty girls like you before, this is nothing to me.”

“You’re nothing,” you rudely spat back at him, “I never want to see you again.”

He deeply sighs, “I think you’re just very drunk right now and you’re just mad I told you straight up how I felt.”

You knew he was right but you were selfish, stubborn, and wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You’re surprised he’s even tolerating you for this long, he must not be fully done with your bratty attitude.

“I’m going home!” Was all you said, attempting to wriggle your way out of Jungkook’s tight hold but he wasn’t letting up, “what the fuck let me go already!” You were starting to grow increasingly impatient with him.

“No,” he simply says.

“No? What do you mean no? Let me fucking go you idiot!” You weren’t having any of his shenanigans, you wanted him to release you right this instant.

“Do you see yourself right now? If I let you out into the world you’ll end up setting the entire earth ablaze,” he voices with genuine worry, “I’m going to drive you home and you’re going to leave your car here, I’ll bring it to you in the morning so you’ll have it for work.”

“I thought I told you I never wanted to see your face again,” you hiss, “I mean it too.”

He rolls his eyes at your non-intimidating threat, “I’ve heard that one before many times sweetheart, they always come back in the end I promise.”

You were losing this battle by a landslide, every insult you made towards him he had a rebuttal for it, he wasn’t the type to let you just sit there and say whatever about him. You huff as you come to terms with the idea of Jungkook taking you home. You wanted so desperately to tell him off, you wanted to walk away with your pride but he would just come back ten times harder. Jungkook leads the way for you both and you hold onto his arm, you saw some people over in the corner doing lines of coke and you gasped.

“That’s typical everyday stuff in the modeling industry, get used to it babe.” He says as he walks past them, not even batting an eye. The fact he still thinks you’re going to model for him was absurd to you, you never told him a yes or no and he’s just already speaking it into existence. As you walk out and head to his car you feel the cool breeze of the night air brush against your skin, looking up as you’re still holding onto him, his eyes hung low and he looked so tired right now. You wonder what’s on his mind at the moment.

Jungkook opens his car door for you and you get inside, plopping down on the leather seat and passing out almost instantly. Jungkook stares at you for a while to make sure you were okay and still breathing, it looked as if you had dropped dead as soon as you got in. He could tell that you were just very drunk and he proceeds to drive you home while you’re asleep in the passenger side, checking up on you from time to time. You don’t remember anything that happened after you got into his car but he made sure you got home safely and was able to figure out which key was for your apartment door. He left without saying a word and just drove off into the night.

When you woke up you were so confused to find yourself tucked in bed, looking around to see if anyone else was in your room but it was vacant. You still had your dress on from last night and the hair clips you wore has now been scattered all over the bed. You check your phone to see if you had any missed texts or calls and you had a few from Sakura and Mina. Sakura texted you asking if everything was okay and if you ended up doing anything last night while Mina asked if you hooked up with the hot guy from yesterday. You answer them both as you check the time. It was 10:30 am, you were an hour and thirty minutes late for work…

You instantly jump up from your bed, brush your teeth, change into your work clothes, and get in your car. You couldn’t believe Jungkook actually remembered to bring you your car in the morning and he never told you. You were just happy you had your car, practically speeding to get to work. When you finally get to work you head inside to see a ton of customers, looking to see who was at the register, it was your manager. You knew you were about to be in deep shit for being late. Once you get yourself together in the bathroom to prepare yourself for potentially getting fired, you head over to the register.

“Where were you this morning y/n?” Your manager asks harshly.

“I had to take care of some family stuff I’m so sorry I should’ve-“

“Well communicate that with me next time! I’ve had enough of your lazy, good for nothing ass and you’re one more no-call-no-show away from getting let go!” You could tell that your manager was getting fed up with your shit. Deep down though, you didn’t really care because at the end of day it’s just a convenience store. This was not your dream job, this was nothing you wanted, you knew you deserved more in life than this mind decaying job.

“You know what? Fuck you, I’m done.” You say to your manager, storming off with the little bit of dignity you had left.

You were so over people telling you what to do, you wanted to do something for yourself for a change. Your manager tried pleading with you to change your mind but you were settled, you were done tolerating everything. Grabbing all your things and heading back home, you blasted your favorite music and just let the the road do the talking. You felt so powerful by what you just did, you don’t care if that was the only job you had because now you have a new option. You were still thinking about doing modeling and the business card was still sitting in your back pocket. You arrive back home and as you walk up the steps you see a note on your door, it was an eviction notice— addressed directly to you. The note read that if you didn’t pay your past three months worth of rent you’ll be evicted by the end of the month. You wanted to fall to your knees and sob. Just as you thought you were finally doing something good for yourself, the universe brings something else to make it even worse. You didn’t know what to do in this moment but call your best friend Sakura, you couldn’t stop crying, barely able to get a coherent sentence out.

“They’re trying to get rid of me!” You exclaim to her, “they want me homeless and out on the street, this should be illegal Kura!”

“I mean.. you haven’t been the best at paying your rent on time y/n, I think it’s time for you to take some accountability here..”

Your ears couldn’t process what you were hearing, feeling utterly dumbfounded by her comment. “Accountability? What do you know about that? You’re the least accountable person I know!”

She scoffs, “actually, that’s you y/n.”

You went quiet for a second, of all people right now talking about taking “accountability” you couldn’t believe it was her saying it. All the times you’d ask to hang out and she’d give you those lame excuses time after time, you never pressed the issue yet here she is going on and on about accountability and taking responsibility for your actions.

“You’re such a hypocrite Sakura, I feel stupid that I even bothered reaching out to you, you are absolutely no help!” You hang up on her before she could speak and go inside your apartment. You walk in and see two out of three of your roommates sitting at the dining table talking, you see them glance over at you and you wanted to ask them what they were staring at but you’ve reached your limit with confronting people. The best way to deal with anything has always been pushing it away or yelling/arguing for you, it’s how you’ve been raised to handle your emotions.

You let out a sigh as you sat on your bed, there were a million things racing through your mind right now but you had no clue how to organize it all. You wanted to resort to just throwing everything everywhere but that would only cause even more distress to you once your fit of rage is over. You look down at your floor and see those pants you wore yesterday from work and pick them up, looking in your back pockets to find the little 3.5” x 2.0” card in the right one. As you stared at Jungkook’s number on the card you skim the tiny words to see if you can find more info, that’s when you find an address on the back of the card. You weren’t sure who’s address it was but you assumed it was probably the building to his modeling agency. You contemplate back and forth in your mind if this is really something worth doing. You really didn’t have any other options, you were now jobless, completely broke, and about to be evicted by the end of the month. You knew it was now or never and you didn’t have much left to lose.

You drive to the address that was on the business card, you had no idea where you were going but you knew you were probably in the right direction when you came to a gated community. You stopped at the gate and got out the car, you weren’t sure how you were going to get in and but you were going to find a way. You look around to see if anyone was coming and you don’t see anybody, you thought of maybe climbing the gate but the top was pretty sharp and pointy so you knew that probably wasn’t the best idea. You stand around for a bit, puzzled on what your next move should be considering you never had a plan to begin with. You hear another car come up behind you towards the gate, stopping as they see you standing their way.

“Hey quit blocking the gate, I need to be let in!” The person shouts out from their car window, that’s when you came with the perfect plan. You head back to your car as normal and let the person behind you go first, once they entered the code to let them through the gate you quickly followed after. You were finally in, now all you had to do was find Jungkook. You look for the number ‘3435’ on any door you could find, finally stumbling upon the right one. The place was a residential building and didn’t look like it could be a studio but you give it a shot anyway. You ring the doorbell and wait patiently for someone to answer, after a minute passes you start to grow weary of the place. You were getting desperate now, you needed to know if Jungkook was in there. You look through the large windows trying to make out what you see but you don’t see anyone inside. You knock on the window to see if anyone would hear it, absolutely nothing. You weren’t going to give up just yet though.

You start pounding on the door, knocking ferociously as you repeatedly shout Jungkook’s name, being a total nuisance at this point. You keep pounding heavily onto the door, pleading for someone to answer, you don’t know how long you’ve been here for but it feels like forever. You were about to turn and leave but then you hear a lock click from the inside. You see who opens the door and it was none other than Jungkook. You immediately run to him and try to hug him but he takes a step back.

“Y/n… what are you doing here?” He says in almost an unnerving way. You don’t know what’s going on with him but he looked really on edge for some reason.

“I’ll do it,” you tell him “I’ll model for you.”

“I mean I’m glad to hear that but did you really have to come to my home to tell me that? How’d you even get in here?!”

“Don’t worry about, I’m now unemployed so I have all the free time to do whatever you want with me now!” You shrug off the fact that you pretty much showed up to his house unannounced, not seeing anything wrong with your odd behavior.

Jungkook smirks at that, “aw, you quit for me? That’s dedication right there.”

“I didn’t quit for you, I quit for myself.” You were quick to clarify.

“Well good, that fucking shack didn’t deserve you anyway.” You laughed at his comment, you wonder if he’s ever had to work a normal 9-5 job in his life.

“So this is where you do your business at? In the comfort of your home?” You ask him.

“No, the corporate building is at a different location and I also have 2 other studios elsewhere.”

You didn’t know he was that well off that he was able to have so many different locations of work, you were amazed at all of his achievements. You continue asking more about his job but he doesn’t seem very interested in talking about it right now. He keeps looking away at you almost as if he’s expecting something.

“Look y/n, now really isn’t a good time to be talking, I’m quite busy.” Jungkook admits while looking around at everything but you.

“Oh really? I was hoping we could talk a bit more…” you frown, looking at the ground by his dismissive attitude.

“I thought you never wanted to see my face again y/n.”

That’s when it hit you, the memories from last night came flooding back to you. Going from sobbing in Jungkook’s arms to cursing him out and belittling him all in one night. As much as you wished you had no recollection of it all, you did. You knew how immature you acted out and you needed to save face quickly.

“Look, I’m sorry Jungkook, I was drunk and didn’t mean to hurt you-“

“You didn’t hurt me at all, you were only hurting yourself by acting like a complete fool.”

You wanted to retaliate back at him but you knew you couldn’t. You knew you were the one in the wrong but admitting it was one thing.

“Can we just pretend like that never happened?” You try bargaining with him in a hopeful tone, “just let bygones be bygones.”

“Sure, I guess.” He shrugs, not really putting much energy into the conversation as you are.

“Why are you acting like this?” You start to pout and begin whining like the brat you are.

“Oh for the love God y/n, can’t you see how you act?” He breaks out of his stoic character momentarily, “you’re too hot and cold for me, it drives me insane.”

“I drive you insane?” You playfully point out his choice of words, you are the most unserious, insufferable person ever.

“Not like that…”

You were yet again offended by his little comment. Every time you think Jungkook might be into you he says something to immediately reverse it. You know he’s much older than you and he’s dealt with younger girls like you, all you girls do is give him headaches. You don’t say anything and just tell him that you’re leaving. He asks where you’re going since you don’t have a job anymore and you said were going home. Jungkook watches as you walk away and sighs heavily, closing the door once you were let out of his sight.

Your first modeling gig was today. Jungkook was thrilled to bring you on board with his team, everyone welcomed you with open arms and seemed very nice so far. Jungkook texted you the details of where the shoot will be and what to do once you got there. He took his job very serious and became a completely different person, making sure everything was in order, if it wasn’t— there’d surely be hell to pay.

“Where the hell is Yoon? She should’ve been here hours ago!” Jungkook shouts frustratedly, he was helping the photographer set up for the shoot and you were sitting in a folding chair getting your makeup done. It felt weird having someone else do your makeup and dress you up for you. You felt like a human doll, just there to sit still, look pretty, and nothing more. Your makeup artist was super sweet and kept asking you questions here and there, you’d chat with them while looking over at Jungkook from the corner of your eye. He instructs the staff to arrange the props on the set, fully immersed in his work.

“Yoon’s here boss!” One of the staff calls out to Jungkook, you can see a weight visibly lift from his shoulders as he takes a breath of relief.

“Oh thank God, I can’t believe she’d do this to me!” He leaves the studio for a second to go talk to one of his models.

You were finally done with your makeup and hair but now it was time for them to style you. You weren’t sure what they’d be putting you in since you don’t know much about designer brands. The stylist comes up to you and introduces himself, “Hi, you must be y/n, I’m Yeonjun your personal stylist!” He takes his hand out for you to shake and you grab it.

“Nice to meet you Yeonjun!” You examine his outfit and he looked so expensive from head to toe. The plaid trench coat he was wearing looked like it costs more than your lifetime, you were dealing with someone who obviously knew what they were doing.

“Let’s see what’ll look best on you,” Yeonjun rummages through the rack of clothes as he looks for the best styles, he picks out a dress that you would never see yourself wearing in real life but it was gorgeous. The dress was a light shade of pink, had lace-up corset detailing, a high-low silhouette, and was adorned with lace. You were completely in love with the dress and couldn’t take your eyes off it.

“I assume you really like this one, huh?” Yeonjun says looking at you staring at the garment.

“It’s stunning..” was all you were able to say, you don’t see things like this on the regular so you feel the fabric against your hands. You couldn’t wait to try it on and see how you looked. Yeonjun hands you the dress, a pair of lace stockings to match, and the prettiest nude kitten heels. Once you had the whole look on you stared at yourself in the mirror, you looked and felt like a beautiful princess. You almost didn’t recognize yourself for a second, you looked like an ethereal fairy on her way to a pixie meet-up.

“I love this look on you!” Yeonjun squeals with excitement, he fixes your dress a bit since it was slightly crooked and he’s a perfectionist.

You smile at him, “thank you Yeonjun, you’re the reason I look so pretty though!”

He blushes at your comment and thanks you. You were already making a friend with your new job and it felt nice meeting people that actually wanted to do something with their lives. You walk back to the set from the dressing room and see Jungkook directing one of the models for a shoot while the photographer took photos. He was just about finishing up as you walked in, he looks up and sees you walking to the set. His eyes did a double take when he looked at you, he knew you’d be a gorgeous model but seeing it right now was different for him. You were absolutely stunning in the look Yeonjun put you in and you felt super confident.

“Wow, you look beautiful y/n!” Jungkook says with the biggest smile on his face, you know he’s only being friendly but you wished he meant it in a flirty kind of way.

“Thanks Jungkook,” you timidly reply as you watch the other models get their pictures taken.

“Are you nervous?” He asks.

“A little bit, but Yeonjun was really sweet and assured me I’ll do just fine.”

He nods, “Good, Yeonjun is a great stylist, I’ve been working with him for years!”

It was now your turn to get your photos taken and you were excited yet anxious about how it’ll turn out. You stand in front of the backdrop and Jungkook begins instructing you on what to do, “move your arm like this y/n” “turn towards me” “good job!” and “pose like this” was all you kept hearing from him and the photographer. The camera flashing in your face repeatedly was giving you a headache but you bear through it. You did all kinds of poses and held the props, you had to do something called “smizing” which was basically smiling with your eyes. Jungkook was giving you modeling 101 lessons all while you were getting your photos taken.

You were having a lot of fun with the shoot, it was getting more playful towards the end and you got to jump around and play a bit on the set. Jungkook was loving your natural energy with the camera and you were easing up to it quickly, he soon didn’t even need to tell you how to pose anymore.

“Wow she’s really good,” the photographer says to Jungkook, “she’s a natural!”

“I know,” Jungkook agrees instantly “that’s why I chose her.”

You continue taking photos and Jungkook watches you in awe, as reluctant as you were about modeling you sure did a magnificent job at it.

“Okay, I think we’re good!” The photographer says, now setting the camera aside. You step away from the set and the staff goes to clean up immediately. You get your water bottle from the counter and take a swig, you didn’t realize you broke a little bit of a sweat, who knew modeling could be so hard.

“You did so well y/n, I’m very impressed by how easily you’re meshing into this industry,” Jungkook says as he comes up to you, “maybe modeling is your calling!”

“Thanks Jungkook, I really appreciate your kind words.” You faintly smile at him.

“I have to go meet some clientele in a bit but I was wondering if you’d want to go out for a drink later? Celebrate your first photoshoot?” He asks while leaning his arm on the counter, his face was so uncomfortably close to yours that he may as well just kiss you already. You wondered what it would be like to kiss Jungkook, he had really pretty lips that just looked so kissable.

“Uh y/n, you there?” He waves a hand in your face, you went full zone-out mode again.

“Shit, sorry. Yeah I’m down!” You say, snapping out of your little trance, you know he’s only inviting you in a colleague kind of way but you’re holding onto the idea of maybe it leading to something more. You never really gave much thought into being with an older guy, you always saw most of them as creepy and weird or not your type. Jungkook was the first older guy to really grab your attention though, you gravitated towards him and you wanted to be near him. You wanted him to see you the way he first did, not the girl that was crying in his arms at 2 am while ending up passing out in his car. All you have to do is get him alone and talk for a bit, which was your plan when you see him tonight.

The bills keep piling up, you don’t know what to do anymore. It’ll be 25 days until you get officially evicted and that three months rent is still nowhere to be seen. You were getting so stressed out that you drank 2 large glasses of wine and watched a sad kdrama for a bit. Sulking in your sorrows was the only way you could manage, you seemingly had no other choice. You were lying in your bed when you received a text from Jungkook asking if you were ready, you make a dash for your closet as you rush to find something to wear. You’ve been drinking and sitting around all day you completely forgot you were supposed to be getting drinks with Jungkook tonight. You scramble to put on a decent outfit and slip on your platform heels before you ran outside to go meet Jungkook who was parked outside your house.

“So sorry to keep you waiting!” You apologize while still running to the door, Jungkook opens the door for you and you thank him.

“I understand,” he says, “we’ve all been fashionably late from time to time.”

The car ride to the bar was pretty quick, it only took 6 minutes to get there but you’ve never seen this place before, yet even heard of it. The inside wasn’t too busy, there were definitely people there but it wasn’t lively like a Friday or Saturday night would be. You sit on one of the bar stools at the bar and Jungkook sits next to you.

“What do you usually like to drink?” He asks.

“I just really love wine,” you tell him, “any kind of wine is fine.”

“Wine is fine indeed,” Jungkook repeats after you, “I’ll get you some then!”

“You don’t have to buy it for me!” You try to maintain your independent façade, you were completely bluffing though as you barely had $20 to your name currently.

He only chuckles at you, “It’s okay, I don’t think you’d even be able to afford anything in here if I’m being honest.”

That crushed you a little bit but you know it’s the truth. You haven’t told Jungkook about your whole eviction situation but the fact you now don’t have a job and practically came back to him begging for one says it all. The bartender brings the wine and Jungkook hands you a glass. You take it instantly and start chugging it, you wanted nothing more than to be drunk off your ass.

“Woah y/n, slow down” he says to you cautiously, “you don’t need to be drinking like that.”

“What are you my father?” You sneer at his judgement, you don’t even know why you’d say something like that because now you’re thinking about your family issues again. This was about to become a crying in Jungkook’s arms 2.0…

“No, I wouldn’t want to be your father, just saying.”

That definitely rubbed you the wrong way. “So now you’re saying I’m a burden to my family?!” You were livid now, you wanted to take Jungkook’s drink and throw it right in his face. How dare he something like that? He has no idea what you’ve gone through.

“I didn’t mean it like that y/n, I was just saying-“

“No you’ve definitely already said enough,” you cut him off before getting up to leave, “I’m done here!”

You feel a tug to your arm, “Where the hell are you going y/n?”

“Home!”

“With what vehicle?” He asks.

“I’ll walk, I really don’t give a fuck anymore.” You walk out of the bar and don’t look back, you can hear Jungkook calling your name after you but you pretend like you don’t hear it.

“I know you can hear me calling after you y/n!”

You keep walking, you pay no mind to him as you attempt to walk down the street. You feel someone come up from behind you and pull you back.

“Let me go!” You shout as you kick your feet trying to get Jungkook off of you, he does what he did last time and pins your arms to your sides, “I said let me fucking go!”

“I’m not letting you go y/n, you’re not leaving my sight tonight.”

“I’m a grown ass woman, I can handle myself!” You wiggle around with Jungkook still having a tight grip on you.

He sighs, “I know you’re a grown woman, but right now you are not acting like one.”

“I can act however I want!”

You were being very difficult for Jungkook, he thought he could handle your mood swings but it’s starting to become too much for him. He wants you to cooperate with him but it’s like any little thing he says can set you off, you were a ticking time bomb ready to blow at any minute. He kept trying to drag you to his car but you kept cursing and shouting at him. He wants to believe you’re a good person, he really does, but your actions are showing something completely different.

“Can you just stop fighting with me!” Jungkook finally raises his voice at you, you froze when you heard his stern tone for the first time.

“I’m really trying with you y/n, but you’re making this hard for me, you’re too unpredictable...”

“Oh, but I thought you’ve dealt with bratty girls like me before?” You remind him again of what he said once before, making him regret his decision.

“I have… just not to your degree.”

“I guess I’m special then,” you laugh almost maniacally, still being tied down by Jungkook, the tight hold he had on you started to loosen up.

“You’re a lot to manage for sure,” he releases you from his grip and were finally free. He asks you to get in the car and you oblige, he makes his way back to your apartment.

As you approach your home, he parks across from it and you sit with Jungkook for a bit. You wanted to apologize for your actions earlier but you don’t even think an apology will suffice. Your behavior has been truly awful towards him and you wouldn’t be surprised he never wants to work with you again. You decide to do the weirdest option you could think of.

“Would you like to come inside?” You suddenly ask him, you don’t know why you’d ask something like that considering the stunt you pulled earlier. You were completely in shock when Jungkook actually says yes to your offer. Maybe the plan you originally had for tonight could still swing into action.

As you head inside, you see the same two roommates who were looking at you this morning, now seated on the couch. They turned their heads instantly when they saw Jungkook come in, looking at you as if you’d just killed someone. Your roommates hate when you bring people over, especially men. You couldn’t care less though, there was high chances of you getting evicted from this place anyway, might as well live it up while you still can.

“Welcome to my humble abode!” You say, spreading your arms out to show off your tiny bedroom. It wasn’t much but it was a space and you are proud of it, well— were.

“This is nice,” Jungkook says as he looks around to examine the place, “I only saw it for a brief moment before but this reminds me of an apartment I had in the early 2000’s when I was just starting out.”

You adored the way Jungkook would talk about old memories, he always had such pleasant things to say about his life. You were kind of jealous of his upbringing, how happy and exciting it sounded. You wished for a childhood where you could’ve just been yourself, not a caricature of what your parents want you to be. You secretly loathed Jungkook for having it easier than you.

“I really need another drink,” you say to him as you get up to head towards the kitchen but he stops you.

“I think you should lay off the drinking for the rest of the night, you’ve had too much already.”

Usually you’d retaliate and tell him to fuck off but you don’t this time. You simply just go back to sitting on your bed. You only wanted the alcohol to numb your pain away.

“Are you okay y/n? Seriously, if you need to talk I’m here for you.” His concern grew for you even more, letting it be known that you can rely on him for anything.

You feel the tears starting to arise now, all your melancholic thoughts pushed back in your mind became clear as day. You bring your legs up to your chest and hug yourself tight trying to comfort yourself.

“I just- I’m just dealing with a lot of stuff right now..” your voice became shakier as you spoke, unable to face him.

“What’s been going on? Tell me, I’m here for a reason, it’s not good to bottle it up and go through these things alone.” Jungkook has his hand rested on your knee, rubbing it gently as you start crying with your head in your hands. You hate when people see you like this and the fact Jungkook saw you cry twice was enough for you to never wanna show your face again. You weren’t sure what to even say, do you tell him about you and your best friend’s rocky relationship? Do you bring up your money troubles? Your fucked up childhood? The eviction notice on your door? Your mind begun spiraling.

You end up going on a ramble, a full blown rant of everything. You told him all the shitty things you’ve been through, how you were struggling, and even how you were going to be without a home soon. It felt good to let everything out but at the same time you feel worse for telling someone who’s basically still a stranger to you, your whole life story.

“Wow… that was a lot y/n,” Jungkook says trying to digest everything you just told him. You wipe your tears and finally show your face, your eyes were probably bloodshot but you didn’t care.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that,” he places his hand delicately on your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “You have me now y/n, I’m not going to let you go homeless, I’ll stick by your side.”

You smiled at his sweet comment, he sounded so sincere saying it, you truly believe he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

“Thank you Jungkook.” You reach out to give him a hug, he embraces you with open arms and gives you a tight, long hug back. You felt so safe with him and he’s never shown malicious intentions, if anything he’s put up with you for this long so that should already be saying something.

You ponder a thought in your head as you think about the idea of kissing Jungkook again, you know you’re probably making a big mistake by doing this but you were willing to give it a try anyway.

“Jungkook, can I kiss you?” You ask shyly, saying it in the softest, lowest tone. You’re usually straightforward with what you want but he was so inconsistent with the way he talked to you. One moment you think he wants you and the next you feel as though you just got friend-zoned to oblivion.

Jungkook looks visibly taken aback by your question, “I mean… yeah I’d love to.”

You were now even more taken aback than he was, he said yes??

You wasted no time to lean in and press your lips against his. Jungkook kisses you back tentatively, his hand now placed on the side of your face, stroking it gently. The aroma of his expensive cologne fills you with a deeper craving, making you feel dizzy as you continue kissing. Jungkook’s tongue presses against your lower lip as he asks for entry, you part your lips to let him explore you further. The warmth of his tongue leaves fuzzy feelings inside as he a kisses you more hungrily. His lips felt so soft, they were exactly how you’d expected them to be but better. His pillowy lips aligned perfectly against yours, tangling your fingers through his hair and moaning ever so slightly into his mouth.

This must’ve awakened something primal in him because once he heard that he kisses you with more aggression, feeling every ounce of burning passion. His fingertips went traveling down your leg as he exchanges his saliva for yours. It was messy, but addicting. You could feel the fireworks setting off inside you as you’re both breathing heavily from your lips being connected together. You can feel Jungkook’s fingers sliding lower, he rubs the inner part of your thigh and kneads it gently. You could feel your heart rapidly beating out of your chest, his mouth and his touch was the perfect recipe for you to become obsessed with him. Jungkook doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts you up from the edge of the bed, he carries you bridal style and brings you toward the middle of the bed now. Your bodies press against one another as you both roll on the bed, feeling both your body heats combined. Jungkook finally breaks away from the kiss to look deeply into your eyes, finding the heavy panting he was doing kind of hot.

“I think I really like you y/n,” Jungkook shamelessly admits.

“I like you too Jungkook.” You smile while saying it, you finally got the answer you wanted from him all along.

“I knew deep down that I liked you but I was scared,” he continues, “I was scared that you might reject me…”

You were surprised by Jungkook’s words, you thought the same way about him too. You both stare at each other with admiration and lust, dying to say something but not sure what. The sexual tension between you two only getting stronger as Jungkook scans your body with his eyes while licking his lips.

“You’re honestly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he presses his lips against yours again. You let him enter your mouth as you feel his warm tongue glide against yours. You rub his back and ruffled your fingers through his hair some more, never getting enough of the delicious taste of him. His sneaky hands slide to the hem of your top, playing with the fabric before drawing them upwards. He lightly gropes your boobs and massages them, his touch felt as light as a feather. He breaks the kiss and leaves trails of kisses down your chin, your neck, then to your collarbone. His hot breath against you was making your mind all hazy.

He brings his head back down to the hem of your shirt but he doesn’t take it off just yet, instead his hand roams up your body and goes underneath it. His hand now comes into contact with your nipple, causing your breath to hitch at the sensitivity. He drags his finger across your nipple, rubbing it in small, slow circles, looking up to get a good reaction from you. You open your mouth as you moan slightly, feeling the stimulation hitting every nerve in your body. He brings his other hand to your other nipple and plays with it a little rougher. He pinches them lightly and twists them a little bit, you can feel yourself growing even wetter down there, making more of a mess in your already soiled panties. He leaves a series of kisses along your neck, gently sucking on your skin, making sure not to hurt you as if you were fragile like porcelain. He leaves a small mark on your collarbone and smiles at you.

“You sure you want to do this?” Jungkook asks reassuringly, “we can always do this again another time… if you’re up for it.”

“No,” you quickly answer, “I want this, I need this.”

That was all he needed to hear in order to continue. He lifts up your shirt and tosses it somewhere on the floor. He also takes off his so you can feel more comfortable. You examine his body and you were completely mesmerized. He was shredded, his abs were rock solid and his biceps looked even bigger without a shirt on. You could tell this man works out seriously, he definitely had to work hard to get a body like that.

“Stop staring,” Jungkook says, “you’re making me feel self conscious.”

“Sorry but I’m staring because you’re literally so sexy..” you admit.

He smirks at your compliment, “you’re sexier though.”

His mouth now attaches to your perked nipple, making you hiss. He caresses your other boob as he licks, sucks, and nibbles on the soft flesh. As much as you were enjoying the feeling of his touch, you wanted more. You wanted him to give you his all. Jungkook comes up to your face again and kisses you once more. His kisses were so sweet, you couldn’t get enough of them. He’s back to rubbing your thigh again and you grab his hand, bringing it closer to the hem of your skirt. You can feel Jungkook smiling into the kiss, you were so horny for him and he loved it. Jungkook gets the hint, takes your skirt off and tosses it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. He scans your body with his eyes as he finally gets a good look at your naked form, minus the panties you were wearing. He looks at your black lace see through panties that you bought from Victoria’s Secret awhile ago. He bit his lip at the sight of you in front of him. As you lye on your back and spread your legs for him, his eyes grew wide as you do it without being told. You look at him with the most innocent eyes while you’re doing such a dirty act.

“Touch yourself for me.” He orders, slipping into a more dominant role.

Without hesitation you do it, bringing your fingers to your clothed cunt. You feel yourself through your panties as you run your fingers down, teasing yourself for him as he watches you closely. Your hands trail to the inside your panties, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip when you slide your middle finger against your clit. You moan out quietly as you gather the wet slick from your folds, feeling how soaked you are. You kept going as you rub your swollen clit, loving that he’s watching and getting incredibly turned on by this. The sensation only heightens from doing this in front of him, you’re enjoying it a little too much.

"Yes, good girl. Keep going baby,” He encourages you to continue pleasuring yourself, “feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes daddy, it does..” you keep your finger on your clit as you whine out loud, you weren’t sure how long he wanted you to keep doing this. You throw your head back as you spread your legs further, rubbing your pussy faster for him. As you continue building a steady rhythm, you can feel your rising heartbeat, panting even heavier. Your breath hitches and you feel as though you might just reach your climax right now. Your chest concaves and you sigh as you continue rubbing your egregious zones. Jungkook looks at you in the most amatory way, watching in amusement as you play with yourself.

“Fuck Jungkook, think m’gonna cum…” you close your eyes from all the stimulation. Your pussy was abnormally wet, practically leaking all over your thighs and soiling the sheets of the bed.

“Stop.” Jungkook demands sternly, you instantly open your eyes to look at him and he looks dead serious.

You do as you’re told and stop but you feel so sad now, wanting to reach your high but now it’s simply vanished away. You whine loudly, you were hoping Jungkook would be kind enough to let you cum.

“You think I’m really going to let you cum without it being from me first?” He tsks, taking your hand off your stomach to prevent you from trying anything else.

“I wanted to get a feel of what you like.” He further explains his reasoning, “the way I could only do that was through a proper demonstration.”

You feel yourself grow more turned on the more Jungkook keeps talking. He says things so sensually and it makes you go absolutely crazy.

He settles on top of you and kisses you sweetly. He decorates your body with more fleeting kisses and once he lands upon your stomach he pauses momentarily. The wet muscle of his tongue glides against your stomach, leaving a glistening trail to your navel, quickly kissing it once he’s done. He goes down a little further and licks a long, thick stripe across your clothed slit. You gasp as you feel his tongue against you, wishing you could feel it without the restriction of your underwear, but soon you’ll be able to.

He kisses your pussy and brings a couple licks and bites to your thighs. You smile in delight as he resides himself between your legs, everything about him felt so warm. He finally slides your panties down, tossing them to the side as he doesn’t waste another second to slip his tongue inside, giving you no time to register anything as he flicks up and down. You love the way it feels, every bone and tendon within your body being surged with electricity. He continues dipping his tongue in your wetness as you hold onto his hair, causing it to look even messier. He licks from the bottom and goes back to the top, coming in contact with your clit now. He presses his tongue against it, giving small kitten licks at first. You wanted him to devour you already, the patience in you was growing thinner by the minute.

“Put your whole face in it,” you tell him in a demanding tone, you’ve always been the one in charge when it came to sex but Jungkook was not one of those men.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” he says, his licks get slower now, he’s doing it on purpose to further agitate you.

“Please! Jungkook, I’m begging you to just fuck me already my god!”

Jungkook lifts his head up to look at you, his eyes were dark, almost going black.

“Fine, if that’s what you want so bad then I’ll give it you, slut.”

Jungkook takes off his jeans and boxers, you finally get the cock reveal you’ve been waiting for. His manhood was long, thick, and veiny— just as you imagined it to be. You lick your lips at the sight of his lengthy cock, wanting it in your mouth so badly. You come up to Jungkook and grab his cock in your hand ready to suck, but he flings your hand away instead.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?”

You nod, but now you’re regretting what you said, you wanted to feel his cock in your mouth but now you won’t be getting it.

He’s back on top of you once again and strokes his cock a little bit before he puts it in. He groans as he slides his shaft against your wet folds. You moan out loud too, begging for him to finally give you what you’ve been craving for hours. He continues rubbing your lips slowly with the head of his cock, his teasing is making you go utterly insane. You know he’s doing this just to annoy you.

“I’m only prolonging this because I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook admits, “I’ve made girls bleed before, and no they were not virgins.”

“I really don’t wanna hear about other bitches right now,” you tell him as you roll your eyes, “I just want your dick in me. I can handle it, I promise.”

He proceeds to shut up and finally slides the tip inside, the sensation of him gradually opening you up little by little felt euphoric.

“Yes Jungkook, give it to me, give it all to me daddy…” you moan for him as he slides more of his cock inside.

The feeling of your warm pussy clenching around him made his mind go blank. Nothing was on his mind other than the way your walls were closing on him.

“You feel so good already baby,” Jungkook says, he finally had all of his cock inside you now, filling you up so beautifully that you’ve never felt so stuffed before.

“You feel good too.”

He begins to thrust in you with a slow and steady pace at first, but he quickens it once you start eagerly bucking your hips up for him. He grabs your hips and holds them in place as he fucks himself deeper into you. The sound of your wet pussy slamming with Jungkook’s cock making you a hysterical mess. Jungkook watches as his cock disappears in and out of you, he grips your hips tighter as he goes as deep as he can. You feel him hitting all the right spots inside of you, he was making you feel crazy good, never wanting it to end. Your pretty tits were bouncing as he just keeps fucking you silly.

“Your pussy feels too good, I might not pull out…” Jungkook was fully immersed into you, his cock felt amazing buried deep in your walls, sucking him in perfectly.

“Mmm.. yes daddy please, wanna feel your cum!” You moan loudly as you close your eyes from all the pleasure.

Jungkook really loves the way you call him daddy during sex, he’s not sure if it’s because he just likes the way you say it or because he could actually be old enough to be your daddy. Either way a switch turned on for him and his insatiable appetite for your pussy was only growing stronger. Jungkook starts to thrust into you almost violently, his tight grip on your hips were leaving visible bruises now. You moaned louder as you feel his cock hitting your walls even harder, you scream out for him to keep going. You feel so full as you clench around him, you can see his face contorting from the grip your pussy has on his cock. Jungkook only gets more aggressive as he fucks you, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb viciously. Your eyes fell to the back of your head, feeling your orgasm only coming faster.

“Jungkook please choke me,” you plea as you moan desperately, you wanted his hand around your neck so bad right now. He doesn’t say anything except brings his tatted hand straight to your neck, wraps his fingers around the base of it and squeezes lightly. You tell him to add more pressure, the more he adds the more aroused you got. You’ve been choked during sex only once before and you remember liking it a lot.

“You okay with this?” Jungkook asks while still holding onto your neck, you thought it was so cute how even during sex he’s worried for your safety.

“I’m fine, I’m fine keep going,” you were enjoying every bit of it.

His grip on your neck grew tighter as his thrusts became more erratic, you move your hips up to match his rampant thrusts so you could be in sync. Your bodies were morphing as one and you could feel yourself coming close to your orgasm. You looked so fucked out right now, reduced to nothing but a whiny and babbling mess.

“I’m gonna cum daddy!” You moan out, he still had you in a chokehold but lowered his face to come closer to yours. You thought he was going to kiss you so you part your lips to already gain him entrance but instead he spits in your mouth. You swallow it and open your mouth again to show that was it gone.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans as he shoves his cock deeper, “Now you can cum on daddy’s cock.”

You feel yourself let go as soon as you hear him say that, you practically scream out his name when he hits your g-spot. You were pleading for Jungkook to cum inside you, you wanted nothing more than to be filled up by him. You tell him over and over again how you want him to fill you with his hot cum. Jungkook feels like he can’t even say no in this situation, the combination of your tight, wet pussy swallowing him with you moaning how badly you want him to cum inside is too much for him. He feels his chest cave in as he’s about to release.

“I’m gonna cum baby!” His hand was still on your neck while the other was kneading your left breast. You tell him you’re about to cum too and you both moan together in synchrony. You held onto him as your orgasm washes over, your eyes grow heavy, and your breathing becomes irregular. You feel your walls being coated with Jungkook’s thick, hot cum making you all warm and fuzzy inside. He stops thrusting hard into you and resorts to super slow strokes, letting you ride out each other’s highs and just relax.

“Fuck.. that was so good,” Jungkook sighs, falling on top of you, “I wasn’t expecting you to be this vocal in the bedroom.”

“Really?” You say, “you should know what type of person I am by now.”

You lay there with Jungkook’s head on your chest, his cock was still buried in you but it felt nice. You can feel some of his cum dripping down your leg now, you were so sad that you couldn’t keep every last drop of it.

“I love the way your cum feels inside me,” you close your eyes as you were about to fall asleep.

“I love that you love my cum,” he strokes your hair from the side, “wait— are you birth control?”

“No…” you admit.

Jungkook immediately gets off of you and starts to go into a panicky state, he would’ve thought he had just committed an illegal crime. You sit up and stare at him confused, “why is that such a big deal? I don’t even think I can get pregnant, my ex used to fuck me raw all the time and nothing happened!”

“It’s not just about getting pregnant y/n, you should’ve at least told me before we fucked!”

“Well I’m sorry..” that was all you had to say for yourself, you weren’t thinking about how Jungkook felt and it was selfish of you. However, he is also to blame since he was the one who ultimately decided to finish inside you.

“Fuck, we gotta get you to a CVS or something, I don’t wanna take my chances.” Jungkook quickly puts on his clothes and you just stared as he kept panicking. You thought he was being over dramatic and didn’t see much urgency with this whole situation.

“The convenience store I used to work at sells plan B,” you advise nonchalantly, still sitting in bed and didn’t even bother with putting your clothes back on.

“Ok I’ll be right back,” he says as he dashes out the door. You wanted to feel bad about lowkey manipulating him into cumming in you but at the same time he’s a grown man who’s much older than you and could’ve obviously pulled out if he wanted to. If anything, you took a little pride in yourself for getting him so worked up over this.

Jungkook came back fairly quick, he brought you the plan B and told you to swallow it right away. You do as you’re told only because you were tired of him acting like a whiny little bitch, this was the only time you’ve ever seen him lose his composure.

“There I swallowed it,” you stick your tongue out so you can show him it’s gone, “happy now?”

“Yes, I actually am thank you.” He says, you were a little sussed out by the way he was acting but maybe he had good reason for it. There’s a lot of women out there that manipulate men into getting them pregnant and a guy as affluent as him needs to be careful.

Jungkook sits back down on your bed, looking a lot more at ease now. It was past one in the morning and Jungkook asks you if he can stay the night with you. You let him since it was pretty late at night and you enjoy his company (most of the time). You get in bed together and cuddle up for a bit, you were obviously the little spoon and he held you tightly. You liked being like this with him, it made you feel closer than ever, grinning to yourself as you feel his soft touch against you.

Waking up with Jungkook felt nice. You were surprised to see him still here in the morning laying right next to you, he looked so peaceful when he sleeps. You smile at his sleeping state and just lay there with him, admiring how pretty he is. You see his eyes flutter open and he looked so cute just as he’s waking up. You wanted to give him a morning kiss but you weren’t sure if he would be okay with it. Jungkook moves slightly and props his head up a little, he lets out a yawn as he stretches out. He turns around to face you now and meets you with an adoring look.

“Good morning beautiful,” he says to you, he reaches over and gives you a forehead kiss.

“How’d you sleep?” You ask him, moving closer to him so he can cuddle with you.

“It wasn’t too bad, how was yours?”

“Good!”

Jungkook plants a kiss to your lips and gently caresses your cheek. He goes on to tell you about this new gig he got for you yesterday, you were surprised that you got another booking already.

“As soon as I showed the creative directors your headshot they instantly wanted to book you,” he says proudly, “I knew you’d be the perfect model, I just knew it.”

“And I’m all yours,” you reply to him, “other people can like me but I only want you.” You know that sounded so clingy and unlike you, but it was the truth.

“I only want you too babe,” he says as he kisses you again.

You felt so happy in this moment, you couldn’t think of the last time you felt like this, it’s been a really long time though. It’s like Jungkook came into your life when you needed him the most.

“So what are we then?” You ask him, “are we official yet?”

“Woah slow your roll y/n, I like you a lot but don’t you think this is moving way too fast?”

You frowned at his comment, you don’t care if the relationship is going too fast, this was the happiest you’ve been in the longest and no one’s going to take that away from you.

“What’re you so scared of Jungkook?”

He doesn’t answer, the room is filled with complete silence.

“Uh, where’s your bathroom? I really need to take a shower,” he sheepishly asks.

You couldn’t believe that’s all he said, he was flat out choosing to ignore the question.

“It’s down the hallway to the left.”

Jungkook springs up from the bed and gathers some of his things so he can head in the shower. You sigh as you watch him walk out, you were now left with even more questions unanswered. You lye back down on the bed and think about how you feel in this moment, you want to keep pressing him with questions about you two but you don’t even think it’s worth it. You may just have to accept the fact that you fucked your modeling agent and nothing more.

The sounds of vibrating interrupts your train of thought, you look down at your phone but it wasn’t yours, it was coming from somewhere else. The semi-loud clamor was starting to annoy you and you looked around to follow the noise. To your side, you see a phone on the floor buzzing around, you assume it’s Jungkook’s and you pick it up to see who was calling. As soon as you pick it up the call stopped ringing but a few moments later you see the notification pop up again.

You see someone named ‘Soyeon’ has been calling his phone multiple times. You know you should never answer people's calls for them but they’ve already called about twelve times. You wonder why though, maybe it’s an angry client. You let it go straight to voicemail but to your surprise a voicemail notification showed up anyway. You click it but you obviously couldn’t get in since his phone was locked, you were so curious that you thought of possible passwords he could have. You try a few but none of them work, you began to grow frustrated and when you see that you only have one more try before you get locked out you get a little nervous. If you try this again and it doesn’t work, he’ll notice his phone is locked out. You suddenly remember the night of you and Jungkook on the balcony at that party. You vaguely remember him talking about something on his phone and you watched him unlock his phone multiple times. You were pretty intoxicated that night but you do your best to replay your memory, feeling confident about trying the password again. When you type in the seven digit code for the last time, you finally got in. You give yourself a mental pat on the back for your wonderful detective skills. You go to his voicemail box and listen to the message from Soyeon:

“Jungkook it's Soyeon, answer your goddamn phone! When are you getting back to come see me and the kids, hm? We all miss you and oh— by the way since our anniversary is coming up, I thought we could go out to dinner or maybe even our beach house but you aren't answering your phone! Well anyways, I know you’re busy with your clients so have fun on your business trip, love you so much honey, please call back soon.”

Your heart sank as you finished listening to the whole thing. You just slept with a man that has a whole wife and kids. Not only were you ashamed, you were disgusted. In him and yourself. You were in utter disbelief that he could lie to your face like this, he was pretty much living a double life. You wonder if his intentions were ever sincere to begin with now. You feel as though you could cry, putting his phone back on the floor where you found it, the tears were already slowly forming. Once again, when you feel so sure of someone this time and you’re finally becoming happy, yet again another disaster.

You now know why he acted so sketched out at times, why he was so quick to try and get you to leave that time you randomly showed up at his house. Getting full clarity on the reason he panicked so much yesterday about the plan B situation. You were officially the other woman and it didn’t feel good to be in this position at all. You know you have to confront Jungkook with this but you’ll have to admit that you looked through his phone first, which isn’t a good look for you. Looking from an outside perspective, both of you are in the wrong, however, it’s your responsibility now to bring this all to light with him. You hear your door open now, Jungkook reappears but was now fully dressed. You looked at him so differently, wanting nothing to do with this anymore. Before you could get a word out he tells you something that might be even more shocking than the newfound information you discovered.

“So I talked to your landlord on the phone and he says everything is fine now,” Jungkook says calmly.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re not getting evicted anymore, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You still weren’t sure what he meant, unless he found a way to pay your missing three months work of rent then you were still pretty much fucked.

You blankly stare at him, “I really don’t know what you mean by that.”

“I paid all your bills off y/n.”

“You what?!”

“I told you I would handle everything by taking care of you and I did, you’re with me now right?”

You froze a bit, unsure of what to say. You were more than happy you didn’t have to stress about your money problems but now there’s an even bigger problem to address. He’s saying all the right things to you but you know this is wrong.

You’ve done a lot of shitty things in your life but sleeping with a married man might just take the #1 spot. You felt like a second choice, just some fun young girl he can go to when his wife pisses him off. You decide to just finally come out and say it,

“Jungkook you can stop lying to me now, I already know the whole truth…”

[embersofhope-if]

What interactive fiction would you recommend (besides this one)?

oh anon i follow over 150 if blogs let me get you some of my favorites😊 This is very long so all of them are under the cut🫶

some of these you'll probably already have heard of bc of how popular they are, but trust me, they're popular for a reason, lmao

these ones all have demos (if i messed up and some dont uh ignore that)

@infamous-if - "You're going to be a superstar, no matter what it takes." genuinely one of my favorites ifs (seven lawless my beloved please come back home the kids are asking whats taking so long)

@coeluvr - "You play as the only remaining member of the royal family of Vesphire; living in the home of the man who took away everything from you." another ive been obsessed with recently. i will forever love revenge stories (and my pookie helios)

@merrycrisis-if - "As a late 20-something year-old fresh from a recent break-up and struggling to pay rent in New York, life throws up more questions than answers."

@ramonag-if - "When your village is razed to the ground, you're left fleeing with an exiled prince. You can trust no one but each other. Your father's dying wish was to protect the prince, but can you really trust a man who was exiled from his kingdom?"

@nyehilismwriting / Project Hadea - "Set in a distant future, you play the role of an elite operative of Scytha Industries, a private contracting firm. ‘Contracting’, in this case, refers to anything from political assassinations, to private security, to bodyguard services."

@vapolis - "You’re a mercenary, gun for hire, assassin, information extractor, delivery person – call it what you want, because the people that hire you for your services don’t give much of a shit what you call yourself as long as you actually get them what they want."

@godsandvillains-if - "As the only metahuman with the ability to wield the powerful Chaos Magic, your very blood holds the answers to unlocking the secrets behind the control of time and space, but it has the drawback of being almost completely volatile."

@hvllowheart - "LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER is a spy game where you take on the role of an agent under the codename Wraith, who up until two years ago was one of the best agents TERRA has ever made. now the agency returns into your life and pulls you back into the field as agents go missing by the dozens."

@eyesofshan-if - "Years ago, you were uprooted from the only home you had ever known and captured to be sold as a slave. Now, war is at your doorstep once more while you are left in a delicate position — as a commander of the country that invaded your homeland. While investigating a case of illegal human trafficking, you come across a plot that threatens to rip this tentative peace apart."

@apt502-if - "Moving from your small home to New York City was supposed to be a dream. You were supposed to start your new life with your long-distance partner and dive headfirst into full-on adulthood. Everything was supposed to be perfect. How can you not love being in your mid-twenties in the Big Apple?That is until your put-together, white collar partner dumps you the same day you arrive. Fun."

@acourtofserpents - "As the only human in the Kingdom of Faerie, you're no stranger to shining eyes that hold looks filled with hatred, lips painted in the color of forest fruits whispering your name, heads with pointed ears turning at your every step. Though you long for their approval, for a place amongst the wicked immortals, they remind you with every breath you take that as you came from dirt, to dirt you will return."

@softlyopulent-if - "All of King Adder’s children are a mystery to the common folk, but you—you are nothing but a ghost. A ghost, that spends eighteen years locked away in the deepest part of the palace, so that no eyes may lay upon you.And those that do—they do not treat you kindly.And when you are finally of age, at last, you are betrothed to the child of the King of a far away kingdom, to secure an alliance that your father has been seeking for years.And you are swept away to a place even more foreign than your own land, to be wed to a stranger that looks at you with contempt. To live in a kingdom of citizens that despise you. And perhaps, just perhaps, fight a war."

@heromaker-if - "Stories of heroes, legends and chosen ones are commonplace. But you'd never thought it was your child who would have to save the world from the Demon Lord's clutches."

@theabyssal - "In The Abyssal, you assume the control of a powerful deity that was betrayed by their fellow gods. Imprisoned against your will for all eternity, you had a long time to plan your revenge."

@milaswriting - "By birth, and association, you are one of the most famous people in the big city of Lehsa. Your father's the mayor, and you're from a bright, vibrant, bustling city... and yet, until recently, you didn't realise all the secrets yourself and the city held."

@zico-if - "You were supposed to be a sacrifice in order to bring an eldritch god to your realm, a sacrifice that was never supposed to live. Instead of dying and summoning the god intended, you find yourself face to face with an ancient being that was chained and locked away for the horrors they once committed."

@collegetennisoriginstory - "Experience the ups-and-downs of life as a freshman on the Cargill University varsity tennis team amongst a colorful cast of characters."

@disenchantedif - "You used to be a beacon of hope. Now they only know you as the failure, the Unchosen. Will you rise above them? Will you become better or far worse than they could ever imagine?"

@bouncyballcitadel - "Play as a first-year surgery intern at Citadel Health. Will you become the star intern and curry the favor of the chief? Or will you uncover Citadel Health’s secrets and break a story or two? This will be the best and worst year of your life. Don’t forget to save lives and break some hearts along the way."

@leoneliterary - "You play as a thief pressed into the employ of a mysterious nobleman. With the your life, the fate of your guild, and your honor on the line, you'll have to navigate the perils of the royal court and combat a more mystical threat. The story is set in Cusmo, the naturally fortified, desert capital of Hashind, and will showcase the much praised Upper Cusmo, the crime ridden Lower Cusmo, and much more."

@doriana-gray-games - "Play as your version of Sherlock Holmes in this romance detective game!"

@fallenlightsif - "You are the half-sibling of High General Ezrah Rhys and have lived the past twelve years of your life in Kesdon, the capital of Ebia. You've spent most of your time training and honing your skills for the future that awaits you. A future that is entirely your own."

@shai-manahan - "They call you Ripper. It’s a horrendous name to give to a detective like you, and definitely not one you chose for yourself, but you suppose it’s to be expected given your reputation for putting powerful people behind bars. Businesses feared you. The other cops hated you. Local gangs despised your entire existence. Yet, despite all of that, you remained untouched. Until that day, when all the lies and the deception and the foolish mistakes turned your life upside down."

@larkingame - "someone is after you. for over a decade and a half now, you’ve traveled up, down and across the country--running schemes and hunting fiends with your mentor, con-man-by-day, vampire-hunter-by-night, Wyatt Abrams--the prolific vampire slayer and the living descendant of Gregory Abrams, founder and prophet of the Abrams Family, the nomadic vampire-hunting cult that raised you--and was wiped out years ago. carrying the abrams name means also means carrying on it's enemies--but that isn't to say you haven't forged a couple of your own along the way. now, it seems someone is trying to make good on old threats and promises. they've placed a bounty on your head. so you and wyatt do what you do best: you run away. to some little town, out nevada ways, where the title of town preacher is unexpectedly thrust upon you--bringing back years of trauma you thought long tucked away."

@evertidings - "you are a bounty hunter. responsible for taking in rogue supernaturals, you work for IAOS—the international agency of supernaturals—where, alongside your best friend and partner, you two have quickly become the best hunting duo of the branch. after a particularly tricky hunt, you brief your boss, Caine Atheron, and come back to work the next day to find that he has mysteriously disappeared overnight, the company is now in the hands of his best friend, Sebastian Mai. and though no one else seems to question it, something tells you that there's more to the story."

@rotten-games - Regrets Of The Traitor: "You are the Ruler of Hadaria after killing the previous Queens and betraying all who once trusted you. Sat upon the throne with all the power available to you, one would be forgiven for believing you finished with your quest. With a strange figure in your dreams speaking vague prophecies of magical artifacts, a mysterious cult moving into the city, and a group intent on unseating you from your place, perhaps you’re way in over your head for a farmer’s kid. City of Immortals: "You follow a pair of siblings worlds apart as they get accustomed to their new realities in two very different worlds. One trapped in an unnatural desert wasteland where every resource has a scarcity, not knowing if they’ll be the only one left when everything turns to dust, the other working as a private investigator in a sprawling underground metropolis of the undying. Each not knowing the other is alive, will they unravel the mysteries that somehow connect their two new homes?"

@shepherds-of-haven - "Shepherds of Haven is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. In it, you play as a Mage living in a world where magic is outlawed and your people—those possessing supernatural powers—are oppressed and reviled. The world is ruled by humans who believe in science, technology, and industry: at best, you and your kind are nothing more than a fairytale, and at worst you are the state’s greatest threat."

@someoneverypretty-world - "As a child, growing up in the slums of Hvinir without any guardians, you believed you would not live to see 30. Until Haven, a thief guild, took you in and taught you how to survive. Facing hardships, the guild leader tasks you to sneak into the castle with the mission to take."

@northern-passage - "The Northern Passage is an 18+ horror fantasy CYOA, where you play as a hunter sent up north to investigate a series of missing people along the border of your home country and in the port cities of the Blackwater. Working with your handler, Lea, you will travel north and discover that things are far worse than you ever could have imagined, and that there is something powerful lurking out in the deep, dark sea…"

@thedecoy-if - "♔ The Decoy is a dark fantasy that follows you, a 21st century normal human, kidnapped to an alternate magical universe to play the part of the missing heir to a powerful throne...who also happens to be your doppelgänger. ♔"

@ripperplague - "You are a doctor, a prodigy in hiding. Deep in the underbelly of Valeris, you hide among the shadows. You work hard to wring the blood stains off your palms, your face...your soul. Redemption and revenge are parallel goals, the flames of rage and disgust mingling. How could anyone ever love you?"

These ones dont have a demo yet, but im still absolutely obsessed

@pavedinashes-if - "You're only 20 when suddenly your life goes bam! Throwing you into a whole new city, a different country even. Wasn't part of the plan, but you know how life loves to mess with plans. People happened, stuff happened, and suddenly you're on the move. The new chapter ahead? Buckle up, 'cause it's not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. And guess what? Your step-mom? Yeah, she's right there in the same city. She's always had this knack for trying to steer your ship, like every decision's a GPS checkpoint. But hey, there's this one thing that's never let you down—your skateboard. It's like the buddy that's been with you through thick and thin, the one that never bails. Among all this craziness it's like your anchor. So, the big question is—can you break out of the loop you got in? Find your place in the world and restart or lose yourself in temptation? Time to find out."

@riptide-if - "Your dad has always said you swim as if your were born to be in the water; the rest of your family has always said that he is the whole reason you turned out like that. So, it's not really a surprise when you had used all the money you got for your 7th birthday to buy a surfboard. And even less of a surprise when you started joining small surf competitions by the time you were 10, later followed by bigger competitions. It seems you are the only one surprised when it turns out you're able to compete in the World Surfer's League's Ultimate Tournament Tour*. Thrown into a mix of fellow surfing prodigies, rookies, and pros, do you really have what it takes to win?"

@weepinwriter - "You are inmate No. 1441, incarcerated in Tartarus, the most notorious prison on the continent. You find yourself imprisoned for a crime that you do not remember committing, leaving you in a state of uncertainty about your own identity and purpose. The first memory you have is awakening to the sensation of a gun being shoved into your mouth."

@whatawaitsus - "Despite being one of the most expensive schools in the nation, nothing particularly interesting has happened at the school in the nine years you've been here— aside from the occasional accidental possession caused by a ghost or the common room getting flooded after a nixie gets too frustrated over their homework. That is until students start to go missing."

@evermount - "Blue-suited guards stand in every corner, but they're no threat—you're under threat. And this is how you keep safe. It's necessary; the council said so themselves. Under no circumstances shall Evermount be left, ever. So, no one has, and no one intends to. Why would you? It's peaceful—you're at peace. You have your spouse, and you have your house; everyone's happy. This is all you've ever known."

@forsakensword-if - "When the Deathless, an Ancient Evil that hasn’t been seen in over two million years, returns to Earth, it threatens the extremely precarious peace that has settled between the warring factions of Heaven and Hell. God, in an effort to protect Humanity from the consequences of a war between the Angels and Demons, sends Heaven’s best warriors to banish the Deathless once more. When that ultimately fails, it is declared that God’s Sworn Sword and Heaven’s Chief Angel will be charged with finding a way to destroy the Deathless once and for all. That Angel is you. The Archangel Michael."

@velena-if - "You wake up in a dark, cold place with no memories of yourself, save for one: the memory of your death. It becomes clear soon enough that you are in the Nav, the domain of the goddess of death, Morana, and the sanctuary of all the evil spirits and monsters. For you, Nav will be the place where your life changes forever."

@countdown-if - "Three months ago, life took a sharp turn. Your mother found herself entangled in a situation so bad, she couldn't dig her way out of it, like usual. This time, the hole was way too deep. She needed help, and the only people capable of aiding her were the same ones she had vowed never to allow back into her life, let alone introduce to you and your younger sibling. Who were they? Your grandparents—a powerful and well-established duo. In short, they did manage to help your mother back on her feet, but not without strings attached—never without strings. Now, you're facing a senior year in a private school, fully funded by none other than grandma and grandpa, dearest. The only task at hand: do what your mother couldn't—graduate."

@dropout-if - "This is your first summer home since you began studying in Stanford. That is what everyone thinks. This is your first summer home since you dropped out of college, thus becoming the biggest disappointment in your neighborhood. That is what only you know. "

@stonewall-if - "Stonewall Military Academy: the most brutal, merciless, and unforgiving boarding school in the country. Most recruits either desert or die by the end of their first year. It is where the fiercest and deadliest killers are trained and molded to be the military's steel fist. And it is not for the faint of heart."

@viperdove-if - "You are the Dove, the heir to one of the most powerful crime families in your country. The grip your family--your father--has on their side of the land is tight, and now that you've reached adulthood it's time for you to be fully absorbed into the machinations of gang warfare. That means opium, mercenaries, assassinations. In this ancient world, blood moves people just as much as money does."

@fallen-if - "You are an individual that has been known by many aliases over the years. Child of the dawn, the original sinner, star of the morning. But no matter the name, your identity remains the same. You are the one that defied the heavens, the one that cast aside the shackles of tradition and broke free from the constraints of the divine. You are Lucifer Morningstar - The Fallen Angel. "

@maboroshi-if - "Maboroshi is an Interactive Fiction Game based in the world of Naruto, however, all events within the story span during the end of the First Shinobi War and the beginning of the Second Shinobi War."

@greatprotector-if - "Forced out of your family's farm against your will, you are now an ocean away from home, and you have somehow been chosen to be the main protector of the heir to some kingdom you’ve hardly even heard of. The spot's only open because the former protector died of old age, so that's probably a good indicator that it won't be as strenuous as it sounds. But despite that, you pour yourself into your work. You can't help it. You feel safer decked out in armour, and you like having something you're trusted to look after. Protect some royalty, cover all your blind spots, and try not to worry about all you've left behind."

@retribution-if - "Retribution, He Cries is a revenge story set in the Dark Ages of the fictional world of [REDACTED] and other realms."

@thescarsilivewith-if - "You were a kind monarch once. After your mother’s brutal reign, you thought your people needed respite. Evidently, they didn’t think the same since their bloodthirst only increased. Three years after your coronation, your mother’s favourite consort dethroned you with the army and the clergy’s support. As you fled from the palace together with your spouse, from an arranged marriage celebrated only three months earlier, you were found by slavers. You managed to save your spouse but not yourself. Four years later, your spouse finds you, though you’re not the same person they knew. You are not changed in spirit alone, however, for your magic grew in your captivity and now you’re unbound. When the crown chose you as its owner, you wanted peace for your kingdom. Now the only thing you crave is revenge."

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ mechanic!mingi x f!reader

synopsis ✭ when a random girl keeps shamelessly flirting with mingi, despite his many attempts to ward her off, he needs a knight dressed his own sweater and a black mini skirt to fend her off.

content/genre ✭ smut (18+ MDNI)

word count ✭ 2.5k

warnings ✭ smut, please MDNI (seriously), clothed sex (mostly), on top of his car (🫣), fingering, minor jealousy (from mc), spanking, despite the title there's really no dom/sub dynamic (just mc trying to protect her man)

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You noticed her immediately when you pulled your car into the shop. Of course you did, she was chatting it up with your boyfriend with a hand reaching out to grab his arm. He pulled back in obvious disinterest, but it irked you nonetheless that another woman was after your man. You knew him well enough to know that he’d definitely told her he had a girlfriend. Despite this, she certainly seemed to think that she was his type. With her grease-stained cargo pants and tight tank top you could tell she worked with cars just like him. 

So what the fuck did she need here? You wondered to yourself. 

You hadn’t yet gotten out of the car and continued to watch them from a distance when someone knocked on your window. Yunho grinned down at you from outside the car. You waved at him, slightly embarrassed that he’d caught you staring so intently at the sight in front of you. He gave you a friendly wave as you stepped out of the car. 

When you got out of the car, you saw her give you a glance over and roll her eyes. Oh you were gonna fucking lose it. It was obvious from the way she had looked at you that she was judging your appearance, and you got the vibe that she would give you the same treatment that most other men you give you if you came to them with a car problem. Like you were some stupid little girl who would be easy to upsell. Did you know anything about cars, not really, but you had a sexy mechanic boyfriend to do that shit for you so what was the need? 

“She’s been here every day this week,” Yunho informed you, clearly aware of your annoyance toward the woman giving bedroom eyes at Mingi, “claims something different is wrong every time she comes in, but when she gets here everything works fine. Then she never leaves. She’s luck it’s been a slow week, or he would have fully lost it by now”

You scoff quietly, “have you tried to ‘help’ her?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “but she always dodges my help and finds a way to drag him back over.”

Of course she does. 

“Anyway, is anything wrong with your car?”

“Of course not,” you laugh, “but, if you wanna take a look, be my guest.”

Yes, you were fully aware of the irony of you and this woman having identical motives when pulling your cars into the shop, but at least you were always a welcome surprise who didn’t go around trying to sleep with other people’s boyfriends.

“Sure. I’ll look,” Yunho grabbed your keys from you. “Um, by the way, I can tell you he certainly wouldn’t mind if you went over and saved him. You know, assert your dominance.”

That line made you giggle. You brushed out your black mini skirt and checked your lip gloss in the side mirror of your car. Luckily, you were feeling incredibly cute today, in your possibly too short skirt and sweater that totally belonged to your boyfriend. The heels on your feet were a gift from him as well, and you always felt sexy hearing the sound they made when you walked. And that was the noise they made as you made your way over to them.

She saw you first. “I’m sorry, can we help you? Isn’t he helping you out?” She asked, clearly annoyed, pointing her finger at Yunho who was checking out your tires. Clearly trying to ward you off, and you got the idea that she knew exactly who you were.

Her acknowledgment of you though, made Mingi turn around. Finally seeing you for the first time since you’d stepped foot in his shop today. He was visibly relieved as he took a step toward you, “hey baby, I didn’t realize you were coming in today.”

He grinned when you placed a manicured hand on his chest. He wouldn’t bring it up now, but he fucking loved when your jealous side came out. And he knew that this specific touch’s purpose was to stake your claim.

“I missed you,” you sighed, stepping closer, “you’ve been so busy this week, and I haven’t seen you at all.”

His hands found your waist and pulled you all the way into him, “I know baby. I’m so sorry.” He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, “I've had a lot of customers waste my time this week, and I just can’t catch a break.”

You giggle as the girl next to you scoffs, “Wow Mingi, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was so,” she eyed you up and down again but, before she can finish what was bound to be a wonderful insult, you cut her off.

“Oh so you knew he had a girlfriend and were still all over him like a bitch in heat.”

She laughed at you, "he doesn't mind. Right, Min? Sorry sweetheart, you're not as special as you might think. Maybe, he needs someone a little more real, not some plastic bitch who doesn't even know how to change her own tires."

Sensing that you were about to fully unleash yourself onto this fucking cunt, Mingi put a soothing hand on your shoulder and spoke sternly, “Get out.”

She gaped at him, “Wha-”

“You can fucking fix your car yourself, if there’s even anything wrong with it, but make sure you see Yunho on your way out. He’ll charge you before you leave.”

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Of course I’m serious. You’ve wasted a lot of fucking time for me this week with your perfectly fine car. My time is precious, and since you wasted it, I'm gonna need you to pay up.”

He looked back over at your car, “Yunho, please deal with this.”

The other man’s shoulders slumped, clearly not keen on dealing with this woman, but he made no effort to argue. You made a mental note to bring him lunch next time you came in to make up for it.

Mingi grabbed the hand that’s still on his chest and leaned down to your ear, “come with me.”

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“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much baby,” he breathed into you neck as he placed kisses on it. 

You smiled and placed a hand in his hair, gripping lightly onto his dark hair, “I’ve missed you, too.”

You were in the back of the shop, where Mingi kept his own car. You didn’t know the make or the model, but you knew it was a sexy car. And you were well acquainted with it. From it pulling up outside your apartment for the occasional lunch date. To late nights in the backseat when you both knew you couldn’t make it to a bed. And then to moments like these. Days in the shop where your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to see you all on display for him on top of the hood.

“Why didn’t you tell me someone was bothering you, Min?” you pouted as his hands fiddled with the edge of your (his) sweater.

“Oh, y/n I can handle myself, baby, you don’t need to worry yourself with stuff like that.”

Sighing, you placed a hand on his cheek, “you know I just wanna help and be there for you. Will you at least tell me next time?”

“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up. I promise I’ll tell you next time. Ok?”

You nodded as you moved your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, pulling him back down to your lips. His hands started wandering as the two of you explored each other’s mouths. He removed a hand that was tangled in your hair and caressed your neck. His mouth followed the hand, leaving plenty of dark spots all over your pretty neck.

When he reached for the hem of the sweater you were wearing, you grabbed at his hand, “I don’t wanna get naked in here.”

And you really didn’t. As much as you loved your boyfriend, getting fully undressed anywhere but the bedroom was a line you very rarely crossed. Especially in a place as unkempt and naturally messy as the shop he spends most of his days in. You were a woman of at least a little class, but keeping your clothes on didn’t mean that sex was off the table. Not at all, actually.

“Ok, love,” he moved his hands to fiddle with the edge of your skirt, “it’s a good thing you wore such a tiny skirt today then, right?” 

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress your smile, “you can take my panties off if you really want to, though.” You said through a whisper.

He didn’t need any convincing because in the next moment he’d slipped your panties off your legs and put them in his pocket. His hands were under your skirt now. One gripping your waist and holding you in place. The other teasingly stroking your inner thigh.

“Mingi, please,” you begged breathily, desperately trying to shift closer to his hand, but the other one on your waist was completely preventing that.

He smirked at your desperation, “patience, baby. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

As a man of his word, his thumb brushed your clit, and you let out a whine when he pushed two fingers into you. He worked over your clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. 

“Oh, Min–” you moaned and gripped his shoulders tight.

The hand from your waist moved to grab your throat as he leaned close to your ear, “God, baby, you moan so pretty for me. You’ll let me know when you’re close, yeah?”

You could barely get out a breath “yes” before he slid another finger into your already soaking cunt. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. Wrapping a leg around his back, you arched your back, trying every option to get as close to him as possible. You lost all control of your hips and ground yourself into his hand in sync with his own movements.

When you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, you whined, and your eyes fluttered shut, “I’m close! So close.” 

“Let go for me baby. I got you.”

As you reached your climax, you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“Good girl,” his lips reached your own as you came down from your high. He pulled you off the hood of his car and set you on the ground. He looked you up and down, admiring you fully. He lifted a hand to caress your face and his thumb brushed over your cheek. Smiling, he said, “you always do so good for me baby. Turn around for me, yeah?”

You turned around quickly, eager for what you knew was coming next. Without him even having to ask, you leaned over the hood of his car. Giving him just the view he wanted. His hands were quick to flip up your skirt and smooth his hands over your ass. He gripped one cheek in his hand, and you braced yourself on your forearms. When he let go, you wiggled your ass and looked back over your shoulder. Challenging him with your eyes.

He brought his hand back down on your ass, slapping it. When you let out an obvious and loud moan, he smirked and leaned down over you, “you’re so fucking impatient baby, are you really so worked up? Let me help you out. Does that sound good?”

“Please, Mingi,” you begged (god he loved when you couldn’t stop begging), “I need you!”

“Where do you need me, baby?”

“Inside,” you moaned when he slapped your ass again.

“You want my cock, baby?” You could hear him unzipping his pants and the rustle of fabric behind you. Fucking finally.

All you could do was nod desperately and look back at him over your shoulder with begging eyes. He couldn’t fucking hold it together when you gave him those eyes. So desperate and needy that he could almost see tears. And the pout on your lips was the cherry on top.

You braced yourself again when he gripped his hips with one hand. When he finally pushed into you, you moaned out softly.

With one hand gripping your waist hard enough to bruise and the other playing with your clit, he thrust into you. His car shook, and you struggled to hold yourself up but, god, it felt so good. After a week of missing him constantly, you couldn’t think of anything but how full you felt with each thrust. He couldn’t help himself, either from telling you how good you felt.

Shit, baby, you just keep getting wetter.

You just love it when I fill you up like this, don’t you?

Oh, you’re close, baby. I can feel you closing around me so good.

Fuuuuck, god angel I’m almost there. Can I fill you up?

“Yes, yes, yes, please!” you cried. Your loud and pornographic moans bounced off the walls as you reached your climax.

He followed soon after, filling you to the brim. You felt so warm and flushed. Your eyes fluttered in post-orgasm bliss. Panting, he flipped you back over onto your back and helped you sit up. He kissed you one more time, “thank you for coming to visit.”

“Of course,” you laughed softly, “I mean if you reward me like this everytime, then I’ll just come in every day like that bitch earlier, but I can’t promise I’ll pay you for your time.”

“Oh baby, you being here is enough, and your pretty pussy is the perfect payment,” he moved a finger back down to your core and pushed his cum back inside of you.

“Mmmm,” you ran hand through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, “as much as I’d love to go again, you closed an hour ago, and Yunho’s probably waiting for you to lock up.”

Mingi groaned as he finished putting his pants back on. He lifted you off the car, “can I have my panties back please?” You reached a hand out to him.

“Oh,” he laughed as he reached into his pocket to give them back to you.

✭✭✭✭

“Did she leave?” Mingi asked his friend who was finishing up putting new tires on your car. So maybe you actually did need something done with it. 

The other man laughed, “oh she left alright. She tried to stick around, but when she heard you two having fun back there she took off. Kinda felt bad for her honestly.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his sympathy even though you felt an immense sense of satisfaction at knowing you had fended her off so easily. You had “asserted your dominance” to quote Yunho.

Mingi placed a hand on your lower back, “don’t worry baby, we won’t be seeing her for a while.” He turned to Yunho, “You can go man, I’ll finish locking up. Thanks for your help.”

“Good night man, have fun locking up.” Clearly implying that you might distract him from such a task. 

When Yunho was gone, it was only seconds before you were backed into the back door of your own car, and Mingi reached around you to open the door. “Get in, baby.” 

You could only giggle as you climbed in, pulling him in after you by the collar of his t-shirt. When he shut the door behind him, he leaned over you, “just one more. Ok, baby?”

“Ok,” you responded breathlessly. Knowing full well you would be under him in your bed soon enough.

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[linopls]

kinktober day one

choking jeongin x fem!reader summary: jeongin really missed you while on tour warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, 18+, choking, degradation, mirror sex 0.4k words

“that’s it, good girl, taking my cock like that,” jeongin grunts as he fucks into you at an animalistic pace.

jeongin has you on all fours on one of the hotel beds, or had you on all fours. at some point he grabbed both your hands and pulled them behind your back, this left you with your face buried in the pillow, muffling the moans and cries pouring from your mouth. 

stray kids was on tour and you decided to visit him when they stopped in your hometown. when jeongin saw you backstage, he almost bent you over his dressing room vanity and fucked you right there. he dragged you home from the after party early and jumped your bones before the hotel door could close. 

“i missed you so fucking much,” he says between thrusts. you whine in response.

you had lost all control of your body, all you could feel was pleasure. whimpering to every dirty sentence that came out of his mouth because you’d lost the ability to speak, tears flooding down your face because you had never felt this good in your life. 

you feel jeongin let go of one of your wrists and he snakes his hand down your back and onto your shoulder. he pulls you up so that your back is against his front. when your eyes adjust, you can see both you and jeongin in one of the hotel mirrors. your makeup smeared all over your face and jeongin smirking while he slowly moves his hand to below your neck.

you whimper out when he finally wraps his slender fingers around the base of your neck, as he slowly tightens his grip on your neck, your eyes roll back in your head and you can hear jeongin chuckle in your ear.

he moves his hand that’s not around your neck and slowly trails his fingers down to your clit. you moan loudly in response and jeongin tightens the grip around your neck ever so slightly. you can still breathe and speak, but the act of it sends shivers down your spine.

“that’s it, my good sweet girl,” jeongin moans into your ear. 

“g-gonna-,” you start but jeongin cuts you off by squeezing your throat, cutting your air off. 

“go ahead, pretty girl, cum all over my cock.” he groans.

you eyes go wide and you’re no longer able to speak, tears stream down your face as your release hits. jeongin is quick to follow and releases his hand from your neck and wraps his arm around your torso. he continues to fuck both of you through your orgasms as he places soft kisses on your now bruised neck. 

jeongin pulls out slowly, you whine at the empty feeling. he helps you under the duvet and cuddles up next to you. he continues to leave soft kisses on your bruised neck as you fall fast asleep.

jeongin hands.

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[sourpeachsayshi]

Breeding kink.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: sugar daddy nanami; sugar baby reader; daddy kink; jealous nanami; unprotected sex; semi-public sex; drunk sex; alcohol mention; non sorcerer au - wc: 400

the sounds of your pleasure reverberates against the crisp, cream tiles of the fancy restaurant bathroom. the smell of orange peels, vanilla and sex linger in the air. the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loud enough that anyone who passes by can easily hear.

you think that's nanami's intention.

his eyes fall to your neck where you wear your signature gold necklace with the letter "K" resting just above your cleavage. he watches as the pendant bounces along with the rhythm of his thrust, his other hand gripping the hem of your micro mini pink dress which he keeps to your waist.

he never lets you take it off.

"ken-" you beg out of desperation, but he silences you with a kiss.

the feel of him inside you, fucking you raw and fueled by only whiskey and need has you intoxicated for a whole other set of reasons.

he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. the kiss is so messy, and unkempt. the complete opposite of the man you've gotten to know over the last year.

""that's not what you call me," he murmurs, the depth of his voice far greater than the earth's core.

you whine as he thrusts harder, making his demands with his movements instead. you don't know what got him so riled up, but you figured it might have been his boss hitting on you the entire night. you just didn't expect nanami to react this way. to drag you into the restaurant bathroom and start fucking you to make his point quite clear on who came with tonight.

"shit-shit," you stutter, before moaning out,"uh, daddy~"

"and don't you forget it," he adds on, a smug grin highlights his handsome face, his digits digging into the fat of your hip. "gotta remind of you that when you walk out of here stuffed with my cum..."

your own hands grip against the sink, one leg hooked around his waist while the other struggles to keep you standing. he looks at the creamy ring surrounding his cock, and continues fucking you so good that you start seeing stars against the ceiling. he has to cover your mouth when you climax, your voice so loud it makes the bulbs ring.

there's a flutter in your belly when you feel him release, his cum dripping down your thighs when he finally pulls out.

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[renku]

Poolside

aespa Karina x Male Reader

As a lookout for people passing by, Karina catches the slow and cool breeze of wind that brushes against her wet skin, giving her the chills. She tries her best to not make it obvious what's been happening underwater; holding tight on the surface of the edge with a straight face.

You've trained since childhood how to swim that's why you know all the techniques to control your breath. Putting all those skills and luck into test by doing an act that might put both of you into a bad situation if caught. But hesitation is not part of your vocabulary, you love and live to feel the thrill whenever it presents itself.

You sank yourself in the water earlier going straight to Karina's hidden cavern between her luscious thighs which you placed both on your shoulders and giving her ass a light squeeze which Karina felt releasing a short gasp.

Pushing aside the clothing that blocks her pussy; you already see her clit poking, licking it right away and pushing your middle finger right away inside her. Her warmness and the cold water completely negates each other. You thrust right away into her with speed and stimulate more her clit due to your limited time. Karina squirms that she bites her lower lip hard and places her right hand on your head grabbing a handful of hair from you to contain letting out the overwhelming feeling she experiences.

"Shit... fuck..." the words she can only muster while lowering her head down almost frowning. Feeling her thighs coming together from the sides of your head, you know she's close so you increased the pace not just to make her orgasm but to also not letting yourself drown in the process. Curling up your finger thrusting faster and flicking your tongue hard on her clit, she clenches her fist hard on your hair.

"Hmmpp! Ah- cu- cumming!" she whispers, trying not to make it audible as possible. You feel her spasms and without a doubt she came. Slow finger thrusts with in between licks to finish pushing back aside the cover of her pussy right away, making your way up back to surface.

Fixing your hair and wiping your face, you and Karina looked at each other letting out a smile and small giggles because of the daring act that both of you just pulled off.

"Do you think anyone noticed?" you ask.

"I don't know, but who cares anyway?" she replied. "But the one thing I noticed is..." she says getting closer to you, "...this." She palms your already hard shaft that formed a tent in your trunks that surprised you.

"Should we get out of the pool so I can take care of this?" she whispers while rubbing your clothed cock before looking back at you.

"I would love to. Please, ma'am." you answered with a grin.

She gives you a quick peck on the lips before getting out. Karina looks back winking before heading to your room swaying her hips. You were in a trance for a moment by her actions that you almost can't believe it.

"I guess I'm waking up late for tomorrow." your final words before chasing her for a hot and steamy session all night.

A/N: Just shamelessly reposting my old work from my previous blog.

[dawnagustd]

hours || jjk

⇝ title: hours ⇝ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ⇝ genre: humor, i think? | neighbors to lovers | smut | implied unestablished relationship to established relationship ⇝ summary: You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 3k ⇝ warnings: alcohol consumption | strong language | they’re both kind of bratty but cute | mentions birth control | pussy eating | edging | fingering | unprotected sex | pull out method | cervix touching/bulging | jungkook has a lip piercing and a septum piercing | uhh he puts his nose in her coochie lol | light tit slapping | teasing | throat grabbing | dirty talk | hairstyling (wink, wink) | missionary | cum shots | squirting | slight dom!jk | nipple sucking | breath play | crying | ass worshiping | aftercare | bam makes an appearance | naked jk… yes this is a warning and you will see why | i brought up BTR, i need to apologize immediately for that | discussions about relationships | i think that’s all

⇝ author’s note: she’s here, bitches!!!! lol thank you @m1sss1mp​ and @monvante​ for putting posters of this man all over my blog. this fic is for the both of you. thank you so much for holding my hand through it all. thank you @baljinciaga​ for beta’ing and screaming in the comments because you gave me the confidence to post this lol. listen, i’m rusty with the smut y’all so i apologize if it’s a mess. anyway, i hope you enjoy. this has been beta’d but there’s still probably some errors since i changed some things after it was beta read.

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“So are you spending the night or…?”

Jungkook props himself on his elbow so he can see you. He uses his fingers to comb some hair away from his face, revealing his flushed cheeks and a horseshoe septum piercing. Ask yourself how many rounds you’ve gone, and you wouldn’t be able to give an accurate answer.

You came over at six, had a beer, did some karaoke, showed him some shit you learned in twerk class, and as some as the Netflix intro came through the tv speakers, your clothes were scattered all over his apartment and your ass was in the air while Jungkook fucked up your guts.

This is kind of a Wednesday night routine for you two. Has been for a few months. You’re just vibing and having fun with your hot neighbor, nothing serious yet. Right?

“As much as I’d like to stay—”

“Pussy.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Excuse me?”

He giggles until you reach for his hair and tug on his strands. You slide closer, trying to intimidate him but he keeps teasing.

“You’re pussy. You’re tapping out,” he repeats.

You scoff. “Boy, I’ve never tapped out a day in my life. Get the fuck out of here.”

Your thumb wipes the little smirk off of his face, but it returns seconds later.

“Your dick isn’t that good. Humble yourself,” you joke.

His cocky ass knows you’re dickmatized, but you still won’t admit it. 

“Whatever. You know I’ve been holding back.”

“And who told you to do that?”

“You,” he answers. “Oh, Jungkook! Please, I’ll come!”

You smack his ink-covered arm drawing a chuckle from his lips.

“You’re so full of shit, Jungkook. Okay, let’s fuck again, and don’t hold back this time,” you request.

Jungkook begins shaking his head, laughing at your persistence.

“Love, the only one getting that kind of dick is my girl so…”

“So what are you trying to say?” you ask.

He shrugs. “You tell me. You know I’ve been trying to see about that.”

An eye roll from you follows his statement. “Whatever, I’ve already let you know how it is.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say when you’re not stuffed with cock,” he gripes.

“Well, come here then. I’ll say it in your ear.”

You call him over using your finger, but he doesn’t move.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, love.”

You throw the covers off of both of you, kicking the comforter until your legs are free. Jungkook doesn’t move initially when you spread your legs. He stays in a sitting position, letting his hair fall in his face while he smiles menacingly. His Calvin Klein’s hug his thick thighs, creating creases in his flesh.

“Well, show. Teach me. Make me aware,” you tease, using your foot to caress his calf.

“Careful, baby.”

His throat growls those words, his voice dropping octaves so low your pussy clenches.

“Why? Tired, hm?”

“You know that’s not it,” he chuckles.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit your pussy gets wet just looking at him. Imagine being hot inside and out. That’s Jungkook. A gentleman, and the cutest weirdo immediately after. The sex is just the cherry on top.

You two just clicked, and the rest is history. Whether you need someone to act an absolute clown with or someone to fuck your brains out, Jungkook is that guy. You can’t keep your hands off of him, and he can never resist the chance to slide his dick in you.

“I don’t. So make me understand.”

“Ai yi yi,” he sighs. Then he looks at you and shakes his head. “...so much attitude.”

“Fix it for me.”

Jungkook nods then swiftly pounces on you. You start giggling, knowing you’ve struck a nerve.

“You’re pushing it, you know.”

“I don’t care,” you retort.

Jungkook smirks. “Oh, you will.”

He lowers his body, leveling his face with your pussy. You can feel small puffs of air leave his lips and come in contact with your center. 

Jungkook brings two of his fingers to your entrance and prods teasingly, getting you riled up almost instantly. You grip the sheets and lift your lower body off the bed to chase his digits, but he doesn’t push in.

“Still wet for me?” he asks. Jungkook spreads your folds to examine your arousal, looking at you when he discovers that you’re soaking. “Damn, you are.”

The sound of your slick as your opening widens makes your cheeks burn with shame. You turn away, but Jungkook doesn’t like that.

“Uh, uh. You wanna get fucked, you gotta watch,” he says.

Reluctantly, you give him your attention and you immediately regret looking away. His messy hair and puffy eyes give you butterflies as you wait for his next move. You almost forget about how close his face is to your cunt.

Jungkook’s fingers slowly slip into your pussy. You gasp while they sink deep into your crevice. He knows the exact route and the perfect arch in which he must curl them to make your body quiver with pleasure.

Hearing your arousal filling the room entices both of you and Jungkook becomes eager to pick up the pace. Your hips buck and move in a circular motion to match his movements, creating a familiar build-up of pressure within your core. The sheets below you start to dampen from the juices dripping down your center.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers before he kisses your clit. “And you taste so good.”

Jungkook makes out with your bundle of nerves while his fingers pump in and out of your opening. His hair covers his face, much to your disappointment, so you gather it all and keep it contained in a makeshift ponytail. 

Now that his face is visible, you can see the way his tongue swipes your pussy each time his lips part. You moan his name, swelling him with so much pride he can’t help but smile briefly. His fingers slide out of you but only so he can kiss lower and fuck you with his tongue.

The deeper he enters, the more pressure his nose places on your throbbing clit. His septum piercing tickles your center as he rubs his face in your pussy, creating a pleasant sensation that penetrates your core. 

Quickly, you lose control over everything. You can feel your stomach tightening, hear your moans getting louder, smell the desire growing stronger but you’re unable to grasp the one thing you so desperately want. It’s so close, but then, Jungkook snatches it away.

“Fuck, you asshole!”

Jungkook suddenly stops just as you’re reaching your peak. He withdraws and leaves you a whining mess while he laughs.

“Oh, now I’m an asshole?” His smirk never fades while he removes his underwear and tosses them on the floor. “I think I’m a gentleman.”

He looks over at the nightstand and sighs defeatedly.

“Fuck, man.”

“What?”

“Out of condoms,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill. We’re good.”

“Are you sure? I can just finish—”

“No, just pull out, dude. I wanna get fucked,” you insist.

“Well, yes ma’am. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Jungkook hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you on his lap. He keeps one hand underneath your thigh while the other one grabs his dick. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch as he strokes his cock a few times, using your arousal for lubrication before he aligns with your center.

The tip probes your entrance until it’s nestled inside and he no longer needs to hold his shaft. He redirects his attention to your clit, and he massages your bud as he buries his cock inside of you.

“Shit!”

Your back arches and your fist punch the bed. Inch by inch he fills your pussy until he can’t fit any more of himself inside of you. The fullness you feel from his girth leaves you breathless and panting.

“Still so tight,” he whispers. “...feels so good.”

Jungkook hovers over you when you lie down again and kisses you, leaving the taste of your pussy on your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth and arousal coats your tastebuds. Your moans are muffled but are still clearly heard. His name escapes your lips repeatedly as you beg him to fuck you.

“Ready?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Another kiss graces your lips and then another for your chest. He moves to your breast and does the same to your nipples, but envelopes the right one between his lips and suckles it tenderly. Your arms wrap around him to bring him closer as he starts nibbling your sensitive bud with his teeth.

He starts to move, setting a pace that has your toes curling instantly. You bury your face in his dark strands and beg him to keep going.

“Jungkook, please don’t stop. It’s so good.”

“I’m not,” he promises, sending waves of vibrations through your areola. His mouth feels so warm and moist against your skin. Hair raises along your flesh caused by both the chill of the room and Jungkook’s gentle touch. It’s a contrast from the way he roughly thrusts inside of you, but it’s the kind of fire and ice that has your body yearning for more. 

As if he can read your body language, he changes his position. A lewd noise pierces your ears when his lips release your stiffened nipple. The cold air makes your skin tingle due to the sensitivity and the presence of his saliva. 

Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. His fingers comb his hair away from his face, revealing his flushed face, his pierced lip tucked between his teeth. The intimacy of the moment intensifies the pleasure growing inside of you, and your watery eyes begin to produce thick salty droplets.

“Feel good, baby?” Jungkook quizzes. “Does it really feel that good?”

“Yes, Jungkook. It…”

Your voice is so weak and raspy. You have difficulty speaking clearly, and articulating your sentences. Jungkook is very displeased.

“Speak up,” he requests. He slaps your tits, leaving you trembling and hanging on by a thread. Your pussy clenches around him, and he responds by squeezing your throat. “You feel that?”

You croak out a response. The best you can with your airways being constricted.

“Good,” he grunts. “That’s how my dick feels inside this tight fucking pussy.”

He loosens his grip and air finally refills your lungs, making you lightheaded. Your head starts spinning, your vision becomes blurry, and slowly the familiar feeling begins to form within your gut. Grabbing Jungkook’s arm, you try to warn him, but you are immediately dismissed.

“Nope. I’m not done.”

Jungkook opens your legs wider and his thrusts deepen. It’s like he’s trying to fit his entire dick inside of you, but each time he runs out of room. 

You can feel him entering your guts over and over. The blunt outline of his cock is faintly visible whenever it lodges itself in your womb. Your muscles clench tightly as you try your hardest to keep it together.

One thing’s for certain, he has been holding back. Now you’re addicted to this new side of him, and there’s no other way you want him to fuck you. It feels like no experience you’ve ever had; you can’t get enough, but your body can only take so much before you lose control.

“Ah, shit! You’re fucking tight.” Sweat drips from Jungkook’s forehead as he struggles to hang on. He’s drawing this out; savoring the moment just like you are, but both of you are nearing your peaks, and it’s only moments before you topple over the edge. “I want this forever.”

“You have it, though. I’m not going anywhere,” you promise. “I’m yours.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Jungkook’s movements stutter when he hears your voice speaking to him through your soft moans. Your words are like a match igniting a flame deep inside of him. He begins fucking you harder, like he’s on a mission to ruin you.

“Shit. Come on my dick, baby,” he moans, probably waking the neighbors. “Make a mess.”

At his command, your body gives in and chases the pleasure it’s been longing for. You scream his name like it’s the only word you know. Your soul leaves you lying on the bed and elevates to the ceiling, probably even further. You tremble and shake beneath him as the coil snaps inside of you, sending ripples of pleasure shooting through your veins.

Your arousal gushes out of you with enough force to push Jungkook’s dick out of you. He slaps your pussy repeatedly, milking you dry while he strokes his shaft. As you lay there, squirting out the last of your orgasm, you slowly return to your body, but you’re still basking in your post-sex daze.

“Flip over.”

Jungkook turns you on your stomach and straddles your thighs. He strokes his cock while he stares at your ass, still tender from all the spanking he did early. He slaps it with enough force to get a muffled moan out of you. Your head remains buried in the pillow because your body refuses to move an inch.

“Softest fucking ass on the planet,” he mumbles. “And all mine.”

You relax under his touch as his large hand begins to massage your flesh. You become more exhausted as the seconds tick by. Jungkook’s pants and moans fill your ears as he chases his high, and soon his breaths become shallower, indicating that he’s approaching his release.

“Fuck.”

Moments later warm droplets of his cum paint your ass while Jungkook cries your name. He plops on top of you, careful not to use all of his weight, and leaves kisses along your shoulder. When his breathing settles, he gets up and finds a shirt to clean your body. He covers you with the blanket when he’s done so you aren’t cold.

“Are you still with me?” he asks, and you giggle.

“I’m here.”

“Well, I wish you’d say something.”

When you turn your head in his direction, you find him standing there in all of his naked glory, his dick slowly deflating, but still standing at attention while he chugs down his leftover beer.

“Maybe you should drink some water,” you suggest.

He puts the mug down and raises a finger. “You’re absolutely right. I’ll be back.”

When Jungkook leaves, the door remains open and someone else enters the room moments later. You don’t even flinch when Bam jumps on the bed, claiming his spot at the end. You’re just glad he’s finally warmed up to you. At first, you think he was a little jealous, but you guess he realized that with you in the picture, he receives two times the love and attention.

Jungkook’s footsteps make their way down the hall and he’s shocked by the sight of his pup lying beside you when he enters the room. 

“I see you two have finally become friends,” he points out. He walks over to the bed and gives Bam some love while he whispers to him. “Don’t steal my girl, dude.”

You giggle and shake your head, as if Bam would ever leave his side. You’ve noticed that he has been more drawn to you lately, but you think it’s just him getting used to you being around. He knows you aren’t going to steal his dad from him, so now he’s more open to spending time with you.

“Did you bring me some water?”

Jungkook nods. “Of course.”

He gives you the water bottle and you sit up so you can drink some. Jungkook sits beside you and waits for you to finish. 

You know he’s about to ask you something, so you quickly gulp down your water to get it over and done with. 

On cue, he speaks.

“You still haven’t given me an answer.”

“Ah,” you sigh. “I don’t know, Jungkook.”

“That’s not an answer. I mean no is fine, but I just wanted some kind of idea about where this is going,” he states.

You’ve thought about it, and dating Jungkook isn’t a bad idea. You’re just nervous because this is going so well and you don’t want to mess it up. However, the advice your friend gave you a week ago still plays in your mind.

“If you really need more time, it’s fine but I feel like you’ve been holding back too. I want you in my life, Bam wants you to be his mom, and—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt, fighting back a smile, but you fail. 

“What is it?”

You set your water on the nightstand and grab his hand. You absentmindedly trace his tattoos, while you talk to him.

“I’m nervous because I don’t want this ‘honeymoon’ phase to end,” you start. You can see his shoulders droop because he thinks this is bad news. However, it's not. “But every day we grow closer, so why should I let my mind prevent my heart from being happy?”

“You are so fucking trashed,” he blurts out. “Did I really fuck you that good?”

“Jungkook shut the fuck up. I was trying to be deep. Leave me alone.”

You try to turn away and go to bed but he pulls you on his lap.

“Hey, I’m kidding. That was cute,” he says. “I got it. You like me, and I like you. Let’s just continue to take it slow.”

“Thanks.”

“Mhm. But just so we’re clear, you’re my girlfriend now by default because we just… Well, you know.”

“I’ll be that,” you reply. “As long as you’re my… boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend.”

When Jungkook rolls his eyes, you erupt with laughter, knowing he doesn’t want to admit he likes BTR.

“Whatever, go to sleep.”

“In my bed, or yours?” you ask.

“Don’t start.”

You both snuggle together on the dry side of the bed while Bam snores peacefully at your feet. Jungkook hugs you from behind and the two of you slowly drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

But your boyfriend has already tapped out. Looks like you’re the real champ around here.

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood's newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 2.2K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Swearing 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - My first Lando series! And this time, I promised to finish it all because it's been already mostly written. I was just in need for some cliché shit, and I just threw in some of my favourite tropes together. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did as writing it!

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In a world of celebrities, reputation matters. It doesn’t matter if you’re a singer filling up stadiums, actors earning big awards or a famous race driver, how you are perceived by the public eye is extremely important for your career. Lando Norris knew that. Yet, he continues to fuck things up day after day. The nightclubs, the girls, and the lack of winning on the tracks weren’t doing him any good. It got to the point where it didn’t matter if he did good on the race, climbing from P13 to P2, because, in the end, all everyone talked about was how his personal life was getting in the way of his professional one.

“He’ll never get a win if he continues to party like a teenage boy”, said a comment on one of his Instagram posts.

His PR team wanted to pull their hairs, bending backwards trying to clean off his image and making everyone forget about all of those bad things. As much as Lando tried to keep everything very private, things get leaked when you’re a public person. No secret stays hidden for long, especially if you’re not trying too hard to keep it hidden. But there was an old trick under their sleeves that would probably work, although the McLaren golden boy wouldn’t be very trilled with their drastic decision.

“No fucking way”, he shot once the idea was put on the table during a meeting scheduled at the McLaren Technology Centre, where he was spending the weekend to discuss new strategies for next week’s race. “You realize what you’re asking me?”

“Lando, your reputation is completely fucked. We quite literally have nothing else we could do to clean up the mess”, one of the members of the team said. “And we know lying isn’t easy, but this doesn’t have to last forever. We promise that by the end of the year, you can put off this bullshit silently”.

“It’s not the idea that is bad. Is the person you assigned me to lie with”, he crossed his arms and looked away. The head of his team sighed, knowing it would be too hard to make him break and cave into their idea.

Fake dating has been a good old trick in the celebrity world for a very long time, and it almost always works out. When the team came up with the idea, it looked almost flawless. All he needed was a girlfriend, making him look all fluffy and cute for the media once again, making everyone forget about the life he had before. Of course, it would coast a lot of sacrifices for Lando. It would require quitting the DMs slidings and now his parties would all be accompanied by the same girl. He probably would’ve accepted it in the end. Unfortunately, his team did poorly on the choice of who he would be doing this with.

“We know that you and Y/N aren’t exactly best friends, but her PR agency is close to ours, so it was easy to make an agreement with her. Also, she’s quite literally the sweetest person in the world, and everyone on the internet loves her. She’s everything your reputation needs”.

Y/N Y/L/N is the newest actress to arrive in Hollywood. Last year, she made her debut as a supporting actress on a Netflix movie. But recently, she scored a leading role on an HBO show that had everyone obsessed over her. Everyone except Lando, who already had a bad encounter with her a year prior.

“I can prove them I’m serious on the tracks, doing my own job. I don’t need a girlfriend to do that”, he leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.

“Lando, you know that your reputation is fucked. Everybody thinks you're childish and unserious about your job. We want to change that”, his manager stepped into the conversation, pulling his attention back.

“But why her? Why the person who hates me the most in this universe?” 

“Because she’s the only one who accepted this challenge”.

Y/N was very good at her job, and she most definitely wouldn’t need any relationship to get to new places. But the publicity of dating a Formula 1 driver would be very good, since the sport is doing so good on social media. Hollywood is a game, and she’s just now learning how to play it.

Before he could even ask why she agreed into that idea, Y/N shyly opened the door, opening a small smile to everyone on the table. With his blood already boiling under his skin, Lando chuckled before getting up from the table to exit the room. He passed right through her, shoulder bumping into hers on his way out.

“I guess you already told him”, she sighed, resting her bag over a seat at the meeting table. Y/N looked at his PR agent, who she had a meeting a few days ago, and that shook her head, pointing out the disaster of a meeting they just had. “He didn’t like it at all, did he?”

“He’s not very pleased with the idea”.

“Of course”, she nodded. “I’ll talk to Norris”.

Y/N walked around the entire place, only to find Lando sitting alone in another meeting room, facing a window that had a view to the lake outside. As usual, it was a gray day in England, making the atmosphere even more heavy than he wished for it to be. Without saying a word, she sat next to him and he pretended she wasn’t there by not acknowledging her presence in the room.

“Are you really going to pretend I’m not here?”, Y/N broke the silence and Lando sighed.

“I don’t want to see you right now”, he admitted, making her roll her eyes. Could he be any more childish?

“Norris, I know it seems like the end of the world, but it’s not a big deal. We just have to pretend to be together for a while and have a quiet breakup by the end of the year”, she said, making him finally look at her. “It’s not that hard”.

“But it is, Y/N”, he grunted. “Do you know how does it feel to not be trusted? Not being trusted with your work and, most importantly, not being trusted with your actions as a human. They think that alone I cannot put out the negativity around my name”.

“It’s just for a few months. And after this is done, we won’t ever need to see each other again, you know?”, she said. 

“You realize that we’re going to be together almost all the time through an entire year, right? Not to mention that we cannot be seeing with anyone else until this deal is done. It will drive both of us insane.”

“We have to make it work”, she shot, making Lando chuckle.

“Why, Y/N?”, he crossed his arms and frowned. “Why did you accept this propose?”

“The publicity is good”, she admitted. “And you know, acting is my passion, but people need to know my name, so I can climb my way up in this industry. I’ve been trying so hard to be successful, but no new roles are offered to me. If fake dating you is a way to go, then I’m doing it”.

“You hate me”, Lando stated, making Y/N roll her eyes once again.

“We hate each other”.

“No, YOU hate me. You’ve hated me since the very first time we met”, he said, making Y/N’s mouth fall agape.

“Well, I had a pretty damn good reason to hate you, didn’t I?”

The first time they met each other was at a gala event in Monaco. Lando was required to appear by his PR team, thinking that having him appearing looking pretty as all hell would be good publicity for him. The same thing happened for Y/N, who had just come out with her first big film and needed to be seen by the public eye. But unfortunately, their first encounter wasn’t what they would consider to be nice.

Her stylist chose a beautiful white dress designed by Oscar de la Renta, with feathers at the bottom, making the dress have movement and her look absolutely fantastic as she walked through that amazingly fancy party. But just as she was starting to enjoy the party, someone bumped into her, spilling their red whine all over her. Before she could say anything, the person that bumped into her spoke up.

“Watch where you’re going, doll”, he laughed after he collided with her body, passing his hand through his shirt, checking if there were any drops on his clothes. “You nearly spilt wine on my shirt”.

He was clearly very drunk, and anyone could see it in his eyes. But Y/N didn’t care. Her perfect and amazing dress was ruined, and the person who trashed it didn’t even fucking care. It made her want to burst into flames.

“You fucking idiot! Look what you’ve done!” Y/N cried, looking down at her dress, now painted pink with the splash of wine. When she looked up, Lando was laughing, mostly because he was so out of himself, that he just couldn’t filter whatever happened a few seconds ago. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Sorry”, he said, but proceeded to burp right on her face. Then, the man laughed again. Without any power to continue arguing with him, Y/N left the event and went straight home, not wanting to face another second of that event.

But, it seemed like fate was against her. A week later, after spending some marvellous few days in Monaco, Y/N was invited to watch the Formula 1 Grand Prix by her team. And even though her weekend was going amazing so far, the whole thing went down the drain when she met the same man who ruined her dress a few days ago. Only this time, he wasn’t drunk and he was wearing a racing suit, getting all ready to perform at the track later that day.

“You have got to be fucking joking”, Y/N muttered, low enough so no one could listen to it. Soon, she felt an arm around her, making her turn around and meet her agent, Clara.

“I want you to meet Lando Norris. He’s part of our PR agency as well”, she said, making Y/N walk towards the driver, who was listening to music as the mechanics around him worked at the car. 

Lando didn’t remember meeting Y/N on the gala. He had been so out of himself that night, with all the bad races he was coming from, that he did everything in his will to get out of that reality. So when a beautiful girl crossed paths with him and shot him an angry look, he didn’t understand what he did wrong to deserve such a hateful glance. 

“You don’t remember me?” She frowned once they were introduced again. “Oh, alright. You were so shitfaced that you forgot that you spilt wine over me and didn’t bother to apologize on that gala in Monaco. And then, proceeded to burp right in my face”.

He just couldn’t contain himself, and he laughed once again with the story. “I’m so sorry, baby. But this is actually very funny, sorry”.

Laughing at her face again didn’t do much on making Lando earn points with Y/N. Instead, she proceeded to hate him and make it all crystal clear every time they met on future events. And unfortunately, it happened more times than they enjoyed. After all, having their publicity teams so close to each other, they were often assigned to attend the same events; all of them filled with banters and fights that led them into a lifetime of hatred for each other. Which led them to this very important decision to take.

“Are you actually willing to put everything between us aside for this stunt?”, Lando frowned, not understanding why she would accept that challenge. Y/N took a deep breath and her lips curved into a sad, weak smile.

“I am willing to do anything for my career, Lando. Even pretending to love you”, that was the first time she ever called him Lando since they met. That definitely caught his attention. It definitely made his heart soften.

He knew the feeling of caring so much about your dream to the point of doing anything required to be done in order to achieve it. And for a second, Lando found something that connected Y/N to him: their passion for their jobs. Suddenly, what used to be an angry and confused look, turned soft and understanding just with a few words.

“I’ll do it”, he said, making Y/N breath normally again in relief.

“Okay”, she got up from his seat. But before she could exit the room, Y/N turned around and laughed. “This isn’t going to work, right?”

“Probably not”, Lando laughed too. “But if you feel like this is worthy, I trust you”.

It was one of those rare moments where he would fail on hating Y/N. The moments where his human side spoke louder. And she saw it; this time genuinely smiling to him.

 “Let’s do this, Norris”.

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🍓lighter // a strawberry wine blurb

In which Max makes the bad days better. bc an anon on cece’s blog was talking about strawberry wine max, and i missed him, and for the anon in my inbox, of course

You’re on your way to yet another Grand Prix, and you’ve had a no good, very bad, terrible week. The travel to get there hasn’t been much better- long flights with screaming children and even more rude adults. By the time you wander into the Red Bull garage, you’re on your last leg.

It’s Thursday night, so you’re not even supposed to be going to the track. The plan was for Max to meet you at the hotel after he was done for the day. But you got there and looked at the empty bed and felt that tight feeling in your chest, so you got a cab and headed to the track. Your pass gets you in just fine on any day. Nobody bats an eye at you as you wander through the sea of Red Bull shirts.

Nobody, that is, except for Max. Max, who spots you even though he’s surrounded by mechanics, even though GP is trying his best to keep his attention on whatever they’re talking about. He sees you and his eyes go wide, and he calls out your name, waving you over. The sea of people parts for you. He holds his arms out wide and pulls you in like a magnet.

“I thought you were going to the hotel,” he says.

You wrap your arms around him, afraid if you don’t he’ll pull away too fast. You shrug and keep your face buried in his chest and will back the tears that fill your eyes. This is what you needed. This is why you’re here.

“Missed you,” you say.

He pries you away from his chest. You blink up at him, knowing your eyes are red rimmed and tired. He frowns and squeezes your shoulders. The way his fingers dig into your muscles melts just a bit of the tension away. Things feel a little less heavy.

“What is it, love?” He asks, brows knit together.

“It can wait,” you tell him.

He turns over his shoulder to GP. “Five minutes.”

“Three,” GP counters.

Max rolls his eyes, throws his arm around your shoulders, and walks away towards his driver room with you in tow. “For that, I will make it ten minutes,” he mutters.

“Max, I-“ you try.

He pulls you into the room and closes the door behind the two of you. Then he pulls you back into his arms. He holds on tight, the way he always does when you’re feeling overwhelmed, like he can squeeze it out of you. It actually works, at least a little bit.

“Talk to me?” He asks.

“You have meetings. It can wait,” you repeat.

“No it can’t. You came here,” he says. “Instead of waiting at the hotel. That doesn’t sound like it can wait.”

“I needed to see you,” you admit. “Had a shit week and a shitty time getting here and then I got to the room and it felt so empty and… yeah. Sorry. I know you’re busy.”

Max hums and walks the two of you over to the little couch. He sits down first and pulls you right into his lap. He wraps his arms around your middle and brings you to lean your back against his chest. You can’t help but settle into him, trying to let the stress melt away. It’s not easy, but he makes it just a little bit more bearable.

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m glad you’re here,” he says. “I had been thinking all day about how much I couldn’t wait to see you. This is such a nice surprise.”

“Even if I’m…” you trail off, waving a hand at your teary face.

“Yes.” He kisses your temple, presses one hand to your side to pull you closer. “Because as much as I hate to see you sad or stressed, I love knowing that you trust me with it.”

You take a deep breath, then, and let it out in a long sigh. Max laughs softly and reaches for your hand. He wraps your fingers together and squeezes. There’s a knock on the door, and he groans loudly.

“Max,” GP says through the door. “The sooner we start…”

“The sooner we can leave, I know, I know,” he says. You muffle your laugh into his shoulder before he untangled himself and stands up. He leans down and cups your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks.

“I’ll be back to get you as soon as I can, okay? And then we’ll go and eat a nice dinner in the room and have wine-“

“No wine,” you say. “You have to drive tomorrow.”

He frowns. “Then you will have wine, and tell me everything, okay?”

You smile softly and nod. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you,” he says back.

You fall asleep on the tiny couch and wake up to his attempt to carry you out to the car. You laugh and loop your arms around his neck, begging him to carry you all the way there. He does, because he loves you, he says. You know it’s true.

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Pervert Armin x black reader

MDNI & AGELESS BLOGS

Warnings: uhh EXTREME horniness and no self respect?

A/N: Y’all.. I barley proofread my shit so in sorry if there’s 500 typos and I just came outta writers retirement so I ask that y’all cut me some SLACK😭I’m done yapping now

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Armin knew he was going to be obsessed with you since the day you walked into the classroom. With your pretty brown gloss-covered lips and braids hanging hanging down to your ass. Your vanilla scent made all of the blood rush to his head…and dick. He had to have you all to himself. He wanted to take you back to him dorm and keep you there as his little pet. No one else would be able to see you on your knees like a puppy, tongue hanging out of your mouth and waiting for his next command. Maybe he’d tie you to his bed and stuff his shirt in your mouth so the whole residence hall won’t hear your screams (not that he’d care) . He was interrupted by his pervert thoughts when you approached him. “You Armin? I think were partners” of course y’all were partners. Armin made sure of that by rigging the professor’s spreadsheet. No, he simply refused to work with someone other than his pretty future wife. He talking bout some “Yeah! Let’s work at my dorm” knowing damn well y’all won’t be doing shit. He won’t make his princess do any work, he can bullshit this easy ass project as long as he can buy his face in your pussy for hours.

After 3 project sessions he had you wrapped around his finger….Literally. His two long slender fingers curled up into your pussy and tongue lapping up your brown-pinkish folds simultaneously.“Armin slow down please….I can’t” Amin simply ignored your ass, even flicking his tongue and a faster rate your sucking your clit until it was attached to his mouth. “just need to make you mine….wanna make my girl feel good” Your back arched off the bed as yours thighs shook around Armin’s head. Just when you were sure that you was finna squirt all over his, Armin stopped and flipped you over. “Want you to cum with my dick” This was the main event that Armin had fantasized. He opened up the little draw next to his bed and grabbed a baby blue ribbon to tie your hands behind your back with, and some vanilla coconut oil, your signature scent. That boy could not wait to oil up that ass, all for him. He slowly rubbed his hands all over your smooth brown skin, down to the back of your thighs. Armin squirts some oil of his hand, stroking his already hard dick. Without warning he slides into your pussy, almost nutting immediately after feeling your warmness. The small dorm was filled with sounds of your muffled moans and slapping sounds from Armin’s thighs against yours. “S’ the only dick you’ll ever need” He sneers through his teeth as his pace quickens and his grip on your hips create indents in your skin. Armin watched your arms struggle against the ribbon restraints and he took this opportunity to grab your arms and hold them behind your back while he fucked into your pussy.

Your breathing was becoming ragged and your walls began to spasm and clench around his dick. “Min im about to cum..ughh shit” He suddenly slows down his pace, making you whimper from the lack of speed. He grabs you by the throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Say you love me first…tell me your gonna be a good bitch for me” Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your mouth is hanging open, and that brain is struggling to put one word together. “Say it or you get nothing” he slowly starts fucking into you faster, hand still wrapped around your throat, trying to make you break “Love you min..m’ur bitch” Your whole body begins to shake as you cream all over his dick . When you’re done he pulled out made sure to cum all over your face, globs of white sticking to your cheeks, nose, and forehead. “my good girl, baby” he says as his fingers stroked your cum covered face. After y’all get all cleaned up, he gently placed you in his bed where you knocked out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Armin couldn’t help but to admire your unconscious body, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed. Yeah, you ain’t ever leaving his room.

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