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Vérités Cachées (JJK)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

Summary: You try to make an escape from a beast, that you happen to have encountered while on a vacation with your boyfriend.

Genre: fluff, mild angst, smut.

Word count: 8K (it was supposed to be a 1K drabble)

Warnings: steamy stuff, or^l (f receiving), ti^^y sucking, fing^^^ng p in v s^x, mild d^^ty talk if it counts, s^x out in the wild (against a tree to be very specific) (p.s: it feels so awkward writing it with all the '^' but idk man apparently Tumblr flags it or something otherwise? And I have seen other writers do the same, so yeah)

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Faster. Just a little bit faster.

"Stop."

The leaves scrunch underneath your feet as you try to work them as fast as you possibly can.

"Stop!"

You have lost track of how long you have been running. All you know is that your knees feel weak and they are this close to giving out.

But you cannot stop.

"Y/N, stop."

No matter what you do Y/N, do not stop.

Your lungs beg you to take a break and let them have their share of oxygen. Your throat runs dry and the saliva you have been gulping a little too frequently is just not enough anymore. These things should have been enough of a sign for you to realise that even if you willfully don't give up, your body will.

And that is exactly what happens the very next moment.

You feel a sharp pain in your left leg. The muscles cramp in protest and make it impossible for you to keep your pace up. You falter and somehow limp to lean against a tree for support.

Your mind goes to lactic acid and how lack of oxygen can have your muscles doing anaerobic breakdown. Geez, you should have gone to the gym and have been a little more familiar with physical exercises. Maybe then your body wouldn't have burnt out this easily.

You try to move your legs and examine the damage. The good thing is the cramp doesn't seem severe, the discomfort should be gone soon. The bad news is, for the recovery to be fast, you need to take deep breaths and relax for the lactic acid to be washed from your system.

All these calculative thoughts are brought to a stop when you hear footsteps approaching. Shit.

You bend down and take hold of a piece of rock, the only thing available that can be used as a weapon.

"Y/N," a breathy voice reaches your ears and a figure soon comes into sight.

The figure happens to be of someone you know very well. Jungkook's. Your boyfriend.

Which is the absolute worst part.

The man comes closer to you with his eyes locked on yours and you notice the fury in them.

A shiver runs down your spine and you raise the stone in a threatening manner. "You come one step closer and I'll hit you with this."

The man doesn't react in any manner. Almost as if the words don't register, as if he's in a world of his own.

He doesn't stop walking towards you which makes you hold the piece of rock firmly, ready to aim. However, he suddenly is a little too close to you and with one flick of his hand, he manages to throw your so-called weapon to the ground, leaving you defenceless.

You don't even try to hide how terrified you feel like this, all weaponless against something you don't even properly know what it is.

You're about to plead for your life when he speaks.

"Are you okay?"

The voice. Even the voice is an exact replica of Jungkook's. Whatever this man is, he sure as hell is dangerous if he can imitate a person this flawlessly. Lord knows what other tricks he has up his sleeves.

You don't answer his question for you know he could possibly not have any interest in your well-being.

"What are you? Why are you chasing me?"

Something about your shaky voice has a visible effect on him and he puts a little distance between the two of you. It's enough for you to release the breath you were holding but you also don't miss how he keeps a close eye on your movements for any time you try to escape.

"I–I am Jungkook," the man speaks and despite the stutter in his words, he speaks with confidence.

You manage a weak scoff. "As if I'd ever believe that. Do you think I didn't see? You think you can fool me?"

"What did you see?" His senses go full-on alert.

"I know–" you look away from the man in fear when the scene replays in your mind, "–I know you are no ordinary human. You're a beast."

You don't know what happens next, for there's a pause. A pause, that is long enough for you to hope that he's gone. You would have liked to check if your assumptions were right had you not been this scared to open your eyes.

However, you do not have to keep guessing for much longer, for moments later there's a hand being placed under your chin, which slowly and gently guides you to turn your head towards the man.

"Open your eyes."

Initially, you don't oblige. You keep your eyes tightly shut. But as the silence lingers and the hand under your chin refuses to leave, you open your left eye to take a peek.

All you see is the man looking at you with the same intense gaze, something burning bright behind those orbs that intimidates you to no end. Aside from that, you also deduce that he's not in the mood of giving up. He seemingly wants to talk to you or worse, wants to do something to you and is willing to wait for it.

You think it's rather wise to cooperate with him while he's still calm and patient. Maybe that way, you'll be able to fool him and while given the chance, make an escape. That way you will also buy yourself time for your muscles to relax and recover.

You slowly open your eyes, apprehensive of what he might do next.

He only repeats his previous statement. "I need you to believe me when I say, I'm Jungkook. The same Jungkook you have known for so long."

You know you shouldn't argue with him. You're in no position to take the risk of igniting a fire you know you'll not be able to put off. But despite your logical reasoning, you feel deeply irked with this man's audacity to claim he's Jungkook. Just how dare he?

Against, your better judgement, all thoughts of cooperating with the man are forgotten.

"I do not believe you for a second."

"I don't blame you for it. But I need you to give me the time to explain myself," he speaks in the same calm, confident tone. "Stop panicking, I won't cause you any harm–"

"What are you?" You interrupt him, mid-sentence, knowing you need to have some idea of what he is for you to consider his words of not harming you, seriously.

For the first time, he looks away, "I'm a werewolf."

Werewolf. So now you know, what this man is.

You search your brain for all the information that you have ever come across about werewolves. How dangerous are they? Do they eat human flesh? Do they murder people?

The more you come up with questions and their respective answers, you realise that none of these answers are reliable for all you know about werewolves are solely based on fictional books or movies. There's no guarantee that anything these movies and books portray is anything barely similar to the way a real werewolf is.

How can it be anything close to the real thing, when werewolves were supposed to be completely fictional? Heck, you wouldn't have believed it had you not seen it yourself.

You sigh when you realise despite now having the crucial information about him, you literally know nothing. You are still as vulnerable as you were before.

"Can I speak now?"

You look at him and reply with a nod. You may not know how reliable his promise of safety is but as long he's talking, you're safe.

"I don't mean to cause you any harm, I'd never. I understand why you're so scared but let me...let me just explain."

You nod again, urging him to speak.

"Some werewolves, like me, live among humans considering that there isn't much forest left in these areas and if we were to move to rural places, it would cause a problem for the werewolves living there. It also increases the chances of gaining unnecessary attention.

I have always lived quietly and never interacted with humans unless necessary. But I had to join the company because apparently there was a documentary on werewolves being made which had footage of real werewolves. A few of us were assigned the job to stop the documentary from being made available to the public."

As a journalist, if there's one thing you have learned over the years, it's the ability to tell when a person is lying. And somehow according to your analysis, he isn't.

However, you shoot that thought down telling yourself he's not a human. He's a werewolf, lord knows what they can do. You're used to interacting with people who lie, not with supernatural beings.

"If I had to get a hold of the files and clips, I had to interact with people. I had to get friendly with them and had to get as much information as I could. Which is how I started talking to you."

The mention catches your attention.

"I was not supposed to fall for you but I did. I did not realise that at some point I had started talking to you not in order to get information out but because I genuinely wanted to. I looked forward to meeting you, talking to you and spending time with you. I fell for you when I was not supposed to.

Falling was a different thing but dating was a whole other story. I simply, simply did not know how to tell you the truth. When we started dating, I was far too deep. I wanted to call you mine and take you places but at the same time, there was this guilt gnawing at me for hiding my true nature from you.

However, when you said that you were in love with me, that was the day that I decided I would do whatever it takes to protect us. Even if it means not telling you the truth."

The man stops, probably done with what he had to say. However, you find his words extremely suspicious. How can you not? The man you have known and loved for a whole year, suddenly turns out to be a werewolf? As if you wouldn't have caught it sooner had it been the case.

You try to move your leg a little to check the condition of your cramp but you make sure that your movements are subtle so that it doesn't catch his attention. You find a bit of relief when you realise that the majority of the pain has subsided.

"Let's say what you're saying is true, how come I have never caught you before?"

"We werewolves do not shift that much. Irrespective of what TVs and films may have made you believe, we do not turn into a wolf against our wishes on a full moon night. If we do change into a wolf, it's only when we want and choose to do so."

You furrow your brows. "You mean you chose to turn into a wolf today? It wasn't an accident?"

He nods. "I booked a vacation in the middle of a forest because it is comforting for the wolf in me to be here. I wanted to just turn into a wolf and go around for a stroll. Never did I think you'd end up seeing me in the middle of a transformation."

You look away when you realise he's done answering. You need to come up with another question, something, anything to keep him occup–

"You do not believe me."

His words catch you by surprise and you gulp in fear. You cannot let him know that you're not playing whatever game he's playing, who knows it might just make him lose his cool. You can't have that. It's better to play dumb.

"That's not true, I am just trying to piece the puzzle together."

The man scoffs with a small chuckle. "You think I can't tell when you lie? I've known you for a long enough time to be able to do that."

Oh shit.

"I understand that you're in total disbelief. As if learning werewolves exist wasn't enough, you also learnt your... boyfriend is one. That can't be easy."

You still do not believe his words but nod nevertheless.

He gently puts your hands in his and his thumb fiddles with the promise ring that Jungkook had given you.

That's weird. Jungkook used to do that whenever he was nervous and needed to calm down.

No, no, no. Just because he is fiddling with your promise ring doesn't mean he's Jungkook. He can't be.

You withdraw your hand from his and look at him with a determination that you didn't have before, a little annoyed with yourself for considering the possibility that this man might just be Jungkook. "I do not know who you are and what you want from me but I know one thing and that is, you're not Jungkook."

"What can I do to make you believe me?"

You shake your head vigorously. "You cannot be Jungkook. My Jungkook is gentle, sweet, and caring. You seemed so scary, my Jungkook is not like that."

"Please look at me," after your withdrawal from him, he does not choose to make you look at him. He realises that irrespective of how gentle he might have been, you may still be uncomfortable with it. Thankfully, you do look at him even if it's after, what seemed to be a moment of contemplation. "I am so sorry that you had to find out this way. But I promise despite my appearance as a wolf, I am still the same Jungkook you know. There's nothing that you don't know about me."

Something about his eyes makes it impossible for you to look away. Maybe it's just the strong emotion that shines through his orbs but for the first time, you notice that his eyes aren't filled with fury.

Out of both curiosity and anxiety, you keep your eyes fixed on his' to understand what exactly is it he's feeling.

A few moments later, you still keep looking. Not because you can't figure out the emotion being reflected in his orbs but rather because you can and you think it simply cannot be so. You must be seeing it wrong. Because what you see is......fear. A lot of fear. He's terrified.

But that can't be it. Why would a werewolf who's been filled with fury, suddenly be so scared? Unless...unless, he wasn't furious in the first place and it was your fight or flight mode that had made it look like he was furious.

Does that mean he has been terrified from the very beginning?

"What...what do you want from me?" Your question comes from a place of confusion. So far you had been under the assumption that this man wants to harm you. But if that were the case, why is he so scared? Things aren't adding up!

"I just want you to realise that I'm Jungkook."

His words play on repeat in your mind. That's the only thing he's been claiming since the beginning, that he is Jungkook.

"Why would Jungk–No, Jungkook would have told me if he was a werewolf. He would have never kept it hidden."

"Maybe Jungkook was too scared that he'd lose you and you'd stop seeing him with love. That the love and adoration you have for him will turn into fear."

He looks like his whole world is falling apart and he's barely holding on.

Fear. This is the source of his fear. This is exactly what he's been so terrified of.

You frown in a state of confusion that turns out to be painful for you. Could this man really be Jungkook? Is Jungkook, him? Are they the same person?

"Would it be so bad if Jungkook were to be a werewolf?" The question is asked softly, a little too softly for your liking and your head spins as it only confuses you even further for you once again, entertain the possibility.

Jungkook. Your sweet, cute, bunny-eyed Jungkook whom you love so much, is a werewolf? It's absurd because you still can't make peace with the fact that werewolves are real. But if it is the Jungkook you know and have grown to love, would it matter? You don't think so. But it's not a question of whether Jungkook is a werewolf. Right now, it's a question about whether this man, who's a werewolf, is Jungkook.

You calmly go through everything he has said so far. Him, joining the company because he had to stop a documentary from being released, which could threaten the truth about werewolves being released to the common public. You recall how he was when he joined, he was distant, and his conversations looked forced as if he was doing it because he doesn't have any other choice. Or the way he was a little too curious about the itsy bitsy details, that no one else paid mind to. Even the time you had found him going through a series of tapes from the office room. Could it all be because he was trying to gather information about the documentary? Could he be saying the truth?

"What happened to the documentary then, did you get a hold of it?"

The man shakes his head. "As it turns out, no such documentary existed in the first place. It was just a rumour which had gotten out of hand."

You immediately shoot him with another question. "Why then, are you still working in our company?"

He chews on the inside of his cheeks, contemplating if you'd even believe his answer. "Because of you."

Something entirely unexpected happens. Your heart skips a beat. In the midst of all the confusion and fear, your traitor heart skips a beat!

You immediately scold yourself for it. What if he's lying to you? What if he's not actually Jungkook?

But, the way he's looking at you....it's the same way Jungkook looks at you. How can it feel like Jungkook if he's not Jungkook? This man could be lying and pulling stories out of his ass but his eyes? What do they say about eyes being the window to the soul? If so, why does it remind you of Jungkook so much?

You shut your eyes close tightly and ask him a question as your last resort. "Tell me something only Jungkook would know."

It doesn't even take him a second and words come pouring out of his mouth. "You like your noodles a little less boiled because that's the way your mom cooked them. You like it when it rains because the weather comforts you. You enjoy it when I play with your hair because you find it soothing. You haven't talked to your brother for months after that fight even though you really want to. You have a little scar on your thighs from the time–"

"You're Jungkook," you whisper to yourself, finding your walls crumbling and your guard lowering. There's no way anyone except Jungkook would know these things.

Jungkook is hit with a tremendous wave of relief which you do not miss. His body visibly reacts as if a huge bag of stone has been lifted off his shoulders.

"I am Jungkook," he whispers back, repeating your words to confirm what you have just said. As if he cannot believe that he has managed to make you trust him. "I am sorry you had to find out this way,"

"You really are a werewolf? You always have been a werewolf? Every time we have talked, you were a werewolf?"

Your set of questions causes Jungkook to get nervous again and he takes a step back. Now feeling sure that you won't try to run away from him, he only manages a weak nod as an answer to all of your questions.

"Wow," your mouth forms an 'o' as you let all of it sink in. Jungkook is a werewolf. Your Jungkook is a werewolf. "I wish you had told me sooner."

"I was so scared I'd lose you," he mutters, his voice wavering, all the confidence and firmness he was showing before, now gone. It's only now that your previous thoughts are confirmed that he's been this scared from the very beginning and you realise his confidence was merely a facade to calm you down. "You being scared of me is an absolute nightmare."

You don't speak for a moment. Now that you feel like you aren't in danger, you take a few seconds to observe him. He is nervous, that much is obvious. But it's the little details about him that call for your attention. You know how he avoids eye contact when he feels small, you know how he runs his tongue against the inside of his cheek when he feels annoyed with himself and you know how he craves to have some part of his body to be in touch with yours because it grounds him. His clenched fists are a sign enough, that he wants to hold onto you, but is resorting with every fibre of his being.

Looking at him now, you wonder how you had not noticed these things before. How you could, even for a moment, think that he was not Jungkook. It's him, everything about him is Jungkook.

He is Jungkook. Your Jungkook.

You take a step towards him, to reduce the distance he had put between the two of you.

"I think the fact that you're a werewolf hasn't quite sunk in, a part of me still is in disbelief," you place your palms against his cheeks and hold his face gently. "But something in my heart tells me you're my Jungkook and that's all that matters. Werewolf, vampire, human, I don't care."

Jungkook closes his eyes and releases a shaky exhale. "Can I hug you?"

You wrap your arms around him and let your head rest against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat washes away any remaining doubts or anxiety you might have had as you relax in his warmth that is so familiar.

Jungkook goes completely limp in your hold as he too wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tightly. He lets go of all the tension in his body and the both of you stand there in the middle of a forest embracing each other.

You would have liked to stay like that a little longer but a sniffle from Jungkook makes you break the embrace. You look at him to find his eyes misty. Jungkook saves you from asking the reason behind his watery eyes, as he himself tells you.

"I thought you wouldn't believe me and that you'd find me disgusting and unappealing," he confesses. "I didn't know what to do to make you see that I'm the same Jungkook. The way you were scared, scared me."

You run your fingers through his hair, knowing it has a soothing effect on him as well. "When I saw you transforming, I was scared but it was because I never even imagined that it was you. I thought it was some scary supernatural being that wanted to harm me."

"And you're not disgusted to know that I am, in a way, partially a wolf?"

The way his voice sounds so small and unsure pulls at your heartstrings and urges you to comfort him. Placing a soft peck of reassurance, you smile against his lips. "Nah, you're still my cute little baby."

Jungkook looks surprised as he looks at you with wide eyes, not having expected that action from you. You giggle seeing his expression. He's your cute little baby, indeed.

His expression turns into that of shyness and a blush appears on his cheeks. "Could you do that again?"

You laugh and the very next moment kiss him again. Your lips mould against his as you kiss him gently, silently apologising for scaring him like that. You kiss him with passion in hopes that it eases his anxiety and makes him feel reassured that you still love him the same.

Jungkook kisses you with a softness that is desperate and needy at the same time. He needs it to fully relax into the fact that you're here, right in front of him and that you haven't left him. He needs to let it sink that you're kissing him with the same amount of love that you always have, that him being a werewolf, doesn't come in the way of your love.

However, when he feels that reassurance hit him, he pulls you impossibly closer and his kissing starts getting harder. It holds the same amount of desperation, as before but this time Jungkook holds onto you tightly as if he's scared to ever let go of you, again. He feels like he needs to apologise to you, needs to love you better than he did before and most importantly needs to express how incredibly grateful he is for you sticking with him.

He could literally worship you right now.

A brief fleeting thought occurs in his mind as to what were to happen if he were to get down on his knees and make you scream his name in the middle of this forest?

That thought is a tell-tale sign that he should pull away, because with each passing second that your lips remain on his', the thought becomes a little less fleeting.

With a groan that has your heartbeat accelerating, Jungkook pulls away and smiles at you. "We should head back."

Your breathing had just started to get faster, your chest had just started to heave and the wave of excitement that makes goosebumps rise all over your skin, had just started to take over. The prospect of having Jungkook in a way where he doesn't have to hide himself makes you curious and crave that intimacy.

"We could head back a little later, we have time until it gets dark," you suggest lightly with a shrug.

Jungkook looks confused at your suggestion. "What do you want to do staying here?"

"I don't know, maybe we could kiss a little more," you suggest with a shy smile on your face.

"While that does sound nice, I do not think it's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because I might get greedy and end up wanting to do unspeakable things to you," Jungkook reasons, trying to be the voice of logic.

"Who says I do not want to do that already?"

There are a million questions in Jungkook's mind. Would you be okay with it, when you were so scared moments ago? Would you be comfortable with it? Would you regret it later?

You get on your tiptoes and press a small kiss on his cheek, having noticed the concern on his face. "I want you, trust me."

"Are you sure?"

You nod with a reassuring smile.

The glint that takes over his eyes, makes a shiver run down your spine. It's a look you have seen plenty of times, one that you're extremely familiar with.

However, you sense he's still hesitant. Taking a step closer, you make the first move and kiss him hard. Starting it slow be damned, you want him to know the desire you hold for him.

Anything that might have been holding Jungkook back, disappears. He holds you by your waist and pulls you closer. Groaning into your mouth, he bites into your lower lip before capturing it passionately between his lips to soothe any sting the action might have caused.

Your desire increases and you gently prod his lips with your tongue, eagerly waiting for him to let you in. As soon as he does, you could not be more delighted, something which is made extremely obvious by how excitedly your tongue greets Jungkook's.

There's no battle of dominance. Rather, both of your tongues entangle together as if dancing to their favourite song.

Your body starts to feel hot and you keep feeling the need to have him closer. When you part your mouth from his, it's not because you've run out of air, it's because you need to feel more of him.

An emotion which Jungkook replicates.

"You'd need support," his breathy voice reaches your ears.

"That's what the tree is for," you reply in a tone that's quite similar to that of his.

"The surface is rough, it'd scratch your back," he reminds you of the consequences of having your back against the tree trunk when you'll be naked later.

"Well you could always offer me your blazer," you counter, with a sultry smile.

Fuck.

Having been caught in the middle of turning into a wolf, he had to stop right away. Unfortunately, the fur doesn't disappear immediately. At that point in time, his main priority was not scaring you any further. Hence, Jungkook had grabbed the nearest thing he could find, to put on. Anything that could cover the fur until it disappears. Which so happened to be the black blazer he's now wearing.

The image that comes to his mind as a result of your words, is one which makes him come to the conclusion that the thoughtless choice of the blazer, is one of the best decisions he has ever made. After you, of course. But if he has to put the blazer to good use, he needs to get you naked first.

Kissing your neck with newfound vigour, he holds you firmly against himself as his hands start to wander behind your back to find the zipper that serves as the key to get you out of this dress.

Having found it, he wastes no time dragging the chain down and sliding your dress halfway down your shoulders.

You whimper when the cold air hits your skin, taking you by surprise. He kisses, nibbles and leaves his mark on the newly exposed skin and curses to himself when he realises that you're not wearing a bra. The new discovery entices him to slide the dress even lower so that he can get his mouth on your soft supple breasts.

His entire mouth dries up when your nipples are revealed and he realises how hard they have been all this while, as if just as eager to get sucked as he is to suck them. Wasting no time he puts your left breast in his mouth while playing with the right one with his other hand.

"Fuck," you throw your head back at the new sensation and grab a hold of his hair. It's when he sucks a little harshly, that you look at him with eyes filled with pleasure. You notice the deep frown on his face while he plays with your tits and it does something unspeakable to you, it makes you want to skip everything and just have him inside you.

He gives equal amounts of attention to the other breast and then when he feels satisfied with the work of art he's left, he decides it is time to wander lower.

He slides the dress off further, now exposing your stomach. His palm gently runs across the area and he leaves light kisses on his wake. The sensation makes you sigh for how in contrast they are with his previous demonstrations, which were rather rough and desperate. While these touches are soft and sensual, with a hint of teasing to them.

Finally sliding the dress all the way down, he looks at you with anticipation in his eyes, "Step out of it."

You oblige and step out of the dress that now pools around at your feet.

"The underwear too," Jungkook asks, dying to see you naked.

You smile a little at his words, understanding that he's getting impatient and you thrive in the thrill of what's to come. You hook your fingers around the band of your underwear and tug it down, getting rid of it.

Jungkook's pupils dilate seeing every inch of your skin exposed to his eyes.

He experienced the most vulnerable part of him getting exposed and it made him want to crawl inside a hole and never come out. Anything was better than you being scared of him, being disgusted with him or feeling betrayed by him. But here you are, willingly standing naked, right in the middle of a dense forest with eyes filled with want for him.

The wolf in him feels a deep fire ignite at the sight of you not shying away even though theoretically, anyone could step in at any moment and see the both of you in this compromising position. It assures him that you're not ashamed of him. It makes the beast in him feel accepted.

Although he would like to have you naked like this a little longer, he reminds himself that he needs to put the blazer on you, for you'd need support for the sinful things he wishes to do to you and truth be told, he cannot hold himself back any longer.

Removing the piece of garment, he drapes it on you. Taking a few steps back he curses when he takes in the full view of you in nothing but just a black blazer. His blazer.

You're a tad bit disappointed when Jungkook closes the distance, for you were enjoying the sight of his glistening chest but your disappointment is gone when you realise this allows you to run your hands all over his body.

You and Jungkook feel each other like you both are starved of touch and as if it's the air you need to survive. It's also while Jungkook feels every inch of your skin that he slowly and gradually, corners you against the tree, finally having you the way he wants to.

He litters kisses in a straight line from your neck to your navel and then gets down on his knees. The new position has his face right in front of your sex.

"Please do something," you plead, shivering when his exhale hits your core.

He merely hums, enjoying the sweet smell of your arousal that hits his senses. Using the tip of his thumbs, he gently parts your folds for your wetness to be revealed. "You smell so sweet, sweetheart."

"Do you want me to have a taste?" He continues, now locking eyes with you. A soft whimper from you is all he needs to put his mouth on your nether region.

He doesn't start gently, oh no, he straight away starts drinking all you have to offer as if he's been thirsty for ages. His tongue runs messily all over your insides, sometimes messaging your hole, other times stimulating the bundle of nerves that have you wildly arching your body with pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant repeatedly, the forest being the only audience of your sinful words. As much as you'd like to drag it out and take it slow, you don't think you'd be able to hold yourself from orgasming any longer. It feels like it's only been a minute since Jungkook started eating you out and you're already about to fall over the edge. But can you really be blamed when Jungkook has gone completely wild with his tongue down there? "Shit, I'm about to come."

Jungkook slows down.

His tongue all of a sudden, turns gentle, languidly cleaning up your arousal but somehow still holding the same amount of passion as before.

You're not complaining but the switch of pace has you craving more, because you oh so desperately, need to cum. "I need to cum, Jungkook."

"Not yet, sweetheart, I need your cunt on my mouth for a little longer," he whispers, his words which practically vibrate against your folds.

The words are on the tip of your tongue as to how he could have just started slow and gradually built the pace, rather than snatching away your high right when you were about to hit it. However, you keep the words to yourself when you realise just how much Jungkook is enjoying softly lapping at your essence as if it's his favourite treat. It also doesn't take your body long to forget the stolen high and to start enjoying the slow pace. This time instead of wild loud moans, soft gasps and broken whimpers leave your lips.

You know Jungkook is teasing you, he likes doing that. He likes giving you pleasure in a way, which with time gets a little too much and which has you begging for relief of any sort. It's not like you cannot cum like this, you can. After all, Jungkook is a little too good with his mouth but if you let go this way, the pleasure will be one that will hit you in the form of gentle waves. However, what you crave is a wave that hits you at once like a tsunami.

Hence, you beg. "Don't be gentle. Make me cum. Hard."

Your words are desperate, a plea to Jungkook for you will lose your mind if he doesn't let you have your relief. And that's all Jungkook wanted, for you to beg in a helpless voice. Feeling satisfied, he sucks on your clit harshly. To add to your pleasure he inserts two fingers and pumps them in and out at a slow pace until you get adjusted. Once you seem to have no difficulty with his fingers, he starts a ruthless pace, one which has you seeing stars.

While he fingers you with one hand, his other shimmies up and slides underneath the blazer to play with your tits. He squeezes your tits to his heart's content and pinches your nipples until your eyes roll back.

Your head thrashes wildly and you grab a fistful of his hair. "Fuck, you feel so good."

Jungkook has a bit of a dirty mouth. One which you clearly enjoy. And there's so much he wishes to say right now. He wants to tell you how sweet your cunt tastes, how tightly it's clamped around his fingers and what a sight you're from down here. But he cannot afford to not have his mouth on you, while you cum. That'd be such a waste. And if he were to go by the way your hole clenches around his fingers like a fucking vice, you're close. It only motivates him to increase his pace.

That paired with the stimulation he provides on your clit and your tits, has your whole body heating up and the very next moment it all explodes. You cry out loudly, and your grip on his hair tightens even more as the wave hits you like a tsunami, making you lose all control over your senses. All you feel is the overwhelming pleasure that consumes you.

Jungkook smiles against your cunt at the way you fall apart, thinking to himself, you for sure would have lost your balance had it not been for the tree you lean against.

He helps you ride your high and once you seem to have caught your breath, he places a few more kitten-like kisses before getting up on his feet.

You feel weak but you cannot not kiss him with everything that you have got in you. A hum of satisfaction escapes your lips when you're greeted with your essence and it urges you to have a taste of him.

Your hands find their way to his belt and you attempt to unbuckle it. Jungkook chuckles against your mouth, noticing how your hurried actions, instead of getting the job done quickly, lead to you messily fumbling with the belt. Taking matters into his own hands, he stops kissing you for a brief moment to get rid of the belt himself.

"Fuck, thank you," that's all you say before roughly tugging his trousers down.

Your mouth practically salivates at the sight of his hard length that begs to be free from the confinement of his boxers. The dark wet patch against the piece of clothing serves as an invitation for you.

Thankfully, you do not have to put your patience to the test to get rid of his boxers. It's done swiftly without much struggle causing his length to spring out. You immediately have your hands on him. Collecting the precum from the tip, you rub it all over his length.

Jungkook groans right next to your ears, his breathing accelerates the more you run your hands on his cock. "Yes, baby, just like that."

You feel his tip leak more beads of precum and it adds to your desire of having a taste of him. "I need to have you in my mouth."

Jungkook stops you before you can get down on your knees. His lust-filled eyes, spark with a shred of amusement. "You will hurt your knees, baby."

It's only then that you are reminded of the fact that you're in a forest and that you indeed will end up hurting your knees if you were to get down on them on the forest floor.

"Then fuck me," you say with a gruff, a tad bit annoyed that you cannot have what you want, at this very moment.

"That I will," Jungkook chuckles darkly. Saying so, he presses his length against your folds. "Do you know how wet your pussy is?"

"Why don't you do something about it?" You mewl softly, enticing him to just fuck you rough and hard.

"Oh don't worry, darling, you won't be able to walk after this," he promises.

It isn't just his words that affect you, it's also the way he's looking at you. You have noticed there's something more carnal about him today and if you're not wrong it has everything to do with him not having to hide anymore. It's him expressing his need without having to hold anything back, now that he knows he's accepted and loved wholly.

"I'd like that very much." The sultry, seductive tone is intentional for you know that Jungkook plans on teasing you. But you cannot wait any further. You need to have him inside you now and you only wish you can make him as impatient as you. However, Jungkook seems to have understood what you're trying to do. It's not to say that your tactic doesn't work, it does. He starts rubbing himself against you faster but he's not willing to give in, just yet.

You make another attempt by pinching his nipples. In the various occasions that you've been intimate with Jungkook, you've learnt that those two buds are perhaps the most sensitive spot for him.

It's once again proved right when he lets out a low growl and the next thing you know he's pushing his cock inside you. "You couldn't wait a bit longer, could you?"

"When it comes to you, I do have a habit of becoming impatient," your voice comes out hoarse, the pleasure from having his length inside you clouding your senses. You just feel so full.

Jungkook hums in approval and once you give him the green signal, he builds up a slow and steady pace.

"Fuck baby, your cunt is so tight," the words are whispered against your neck, as you feel Jungkook gradually set up a brutal speed.

You tug on his hair harshly to get a grip on reality as your vision starts to blur. You whimper, wail, scream and cry his name repeatedly, all of which fuels Jungkook to go faster and deeper.

He notices the lightheaded look in your eyes and swiftly hooks his arms around your thighs to lift you. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and secure your position.

The effects of your previous orgasm hasn't completely faded yet and from this angle, his dick hits the golden spot which makes your high approach faster than you had anticipated.

"Jungkook, I'm gonna cum," the words are broken and breathless.

The new information earns a few slow determined thrusts from him, before he speeds up again. His forehead touches yours and you feel the sweat that has built up on his skin. You notice the way he is so focused on your pleasure, on every moan that escapes your lips and every expression on your face.

It all gets to the point where you can't hold yourself back anymore. Throwing your head back, you reach another high and hold to any part of Jungkook that you can to hold onto your sanity.

"Baby your pussy just got so tight," he speaks in a hushed voice, the fucked out look in your eyes and the essence that he feels on his cock, as an after-effect of your orgasm, now making him chase his high.

"Cum inside me, please," you say in a weak voice, your cunt still convulsing.

"You know I'm a werewolf right?" He queries, with a dark look in his eyes. Receiving a nod from you, he speaks again, "Do you know what that makes you?"

"My mate."

That's the only warning you get before he's pounding into you like his life depends on it. The sound of skin slapping makes you dizzy and you feel so desperate to feel him spill inside you. Thankfully, it takes a few more thrusts before he paints your insides with ropes of thick cum.

You both stay in that position, foreheads resting against each other as you breathe heavily, feeling totally spent.

"That was something," you mumble when you seem to have regained enough energy to speak.

"That was intense," Jungkook agrees, removing the strands of hair that had fallen on your face.

"I enjoyed it though," you smile up at him, finding it kind of silly how you ended up getting railed against a tree from running for your life.

As he slowly feels himself coming down from his high, he feels the disbelief resurface again. Did he just fuck you after you found out he's a werewolf? And you just let him and confessed to enjoying it? And are you still here looking up at him with those bright eyes?

"You're unreal," he sighs, closing his eyes and inhaling your sweet scent.

"You're the one who's a werewolf and you are telling me, I am unreal?" Your brows quirk up as you tease him.

"I–It's just unbelievable that you're still here–"

"So a good round of fucking wasn't enough for you to believe that I'm here?" Your words earn a small chuckle from him which soon turns into a warm smile when you place a kiss on his jaw. "There's never gonna be a good enough reason for me to stop loving you, Jungkook."

"I promise I'll never hide anything from you again," his nose gently rubs against yours.

"I hope you don't ever feel the need to," you hum. "But for now, you need to do me a favour and carry me on your back."

"Told you, you won't be able to walk after," he winks, with a proud look.

"That and the fact that I got a cramp due to all that running."

His worry is immediate. "You got a cramp? Why didn't you tell me? Shit, did I hurt you while having sex?"

"Nope, it didn't cause much trouble," you shake your head to ease him. It's the truth, the cramp doesn't seem to have had much of an affect. It's only when you try to stretch you legs, that it causes the slightest of sting.

"Let's head back, I'll massage the area for you, that should help," he comments as he quickly starts collecting the clothes that you two have dropped on the ground without a care.

Once he has his trousers back in place and has collected everything that is needed, he asks you to hold the clothes. Then swiftly, in the blink of an eye, he is picking you up in bridal style. A surprised gasp escapes your lips but it soon turns into giggles when you realise that Jungkook's upper half is still unclothed and you get exclusive access to it on your way back.

"Walk slow, take as much time you need," you quip, your hands slowly and dramatically inching closer to his chest.

He rolls his eyes, pretending to be done with your silly behaviour when in reality, it's one of the things that he so dearly loves about you.

He knows you tend to get sleepy after sex and the only reason you're being this talkative and playful, when your body is probably trying to doze off, is because you want him to be at ease. You know him a little too well and know that in your silence, he will probably overthink again. Its not just your words and touchy hands but it's also this unspoken thoughtful gesture, that makes Jungkook finally relax and let go of the notion that you'll regret or change your views about him.

Oh, how dearly he loves you.

Bless whoever had started the rumour about the documentary. Had it not been for them, he would not have you in his arms right now, making him feel like the luckiest man alive.

Gosh, he cannot wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

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La pute || Lecteur x John Shelby

Anon a demandé: «11 & 19 avec John boy? car il me manque " (il me manque aussi, mon pauvre cœur me fait mal [Note de l’auteur])

Résumé: n.11 & 19 de la liste d'invite: "S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît" + "Je brûlerai ce putain d'endroit" Avertissements: jurons, beaucoup d'angoisse, prostitution, nudité , violence, mentions d'abus, mentions de viol, discours misogyne, description graphique des signes de violence physique

Notes de l'auteur @thepeakyfckingblinders:

Derrière chacune de ces œuvres, il y a des nuits blanches et quelque chose de très proche de multiples pannes mentales, alors, s'il vous plaît, prenez une minute pour m'envoyer un message à ce sujet, j'ai besoin de commentaires réels pour comprendre comment améliorer mes compétences et évoluer ♡

Donc, cette demande est dans mon esprit depuis des lustres, et même si je ne suis pas satisfait de sa dernière partie parce que ça craint, je suis littéralement obsédé par cette idée, je l'aime tellement que j'écrirai probablement une longue fic à ce sujet, juste après Contagio, mais cela dépendra de vous les bébés, parce que, d'abord et avant tout, j'ai besoin de savoir ce que vous pensez de cette pièce. ⤟ IMPORTANT

S'il vous plaît , si vous êtes victime de tout type d'abus, parlez à quelqu'un qui peut vous aider, personne ne devrait vivre seul quelque chose comme ça. ⤟ IMPORTANT

J'ai édité le gif et ajouté le texte, ce n'est pas une scène réelle du spectacle, mais j'ai pensé que cela pourrait être une bonne idée, un petit détail qui pourrait être ajouté à mes œuvres. Qu'est-ce que tu en penses? Pls, laissez-moi entendre vos opinions babeees ⤟

Je suis désolé d'être si tard , mais j'ai été très occupé ces derniers jours et écrire n'est jamais seulement facile, cela demande de la concentration et des efforts, et je ne veux pas que vous soyez déçu, donc je suis toujours extra précis tout en travaillant. J'espère que cela vaut la peine d'attendre!

Si vous souhaitez être ajouté à ma liste de balises, veuillez m'envoyer un message directement

Je suis italienne , l'anglais n'est pas ma langue maternelle, donc je m'excuse pour chaque erreur possible que j'ai commise. Aussi, aidez-moi à améliorer mon écriture en me disant s'il y a quelque chose qui ne va pas.

Tout d’abord je suis désolée si la traduction n’est pas super je suis nulle en anglais de plus le jour où j’ai fini de la traduire je venais d’avoir un 15/20 puis 8/20 ?

J’utilise un traducteur pour m’aider, car je suis feignante .

Si vous voyez des fautes d’orthographe n’hésitez pas !

Les imagines sur John Shelby ne sont pas vraiment ce que je lis mais je suis tombée amoureuse de celle-là.

Bonne lecture !

Birmingham était en quelque sorte silencieux cette nuit-là, John remarqua les rues inhabituellement vides autour de lui, alors que son rythme fougueux le conduisait facilement vers une destination bien connue, ses pas confiants retentissant entre les murs humides de ces rues sordides faits d'innombrables appartements surpeuplés. La puanteur indubitable d'urine stagnante imprégnait méchamment ses narines, provoquant bientôt une expression dégoûtée pour souiller son visage angélique, tandis qu'il prenait avidement la énième traînée de fumée de son cigare cubain et arrêtait finalement sa marche incessante devant le bordel le plus célèbre du toute la ville. Depuis environ trois ans, jour après jour, sa vie tournait périlleusement autour du gouffre: les choses étaient devenues totalement incontrôlables, le destin l'avait impitoyablement plongé dans un profond désespoir, donnant vie à une spirale apparemment sans fin d'obscurité et de désolation, qui était en train de ronger graduellement sa fragilité, de l'étrangler brutalement, de piller tel un rapace chacune de ses respirations vitales déjà tendues. Et, néanmoins, il était plus que difficile de le blâmer pour des résultats aussi catastrophiques, après tout, il avait à peine survécu au champ de bataille, seulement pour se retrouver avec une poignée de rien, laissé seul pour faire face à une femme décédée et quatre enfants à élever seul, tandis que ses tripes rampaient de douleur atroce et d'acrimonie vorace pour le monde entier, lui faisant développer une tendance à l'autodestruction qui était tout aussi préoccupante que bien cachée. En fait, malgré son enfer privé, il restait toujours un Shelby, et un Shelby n'était pas censé être doux, ni faible, aucun d'entre eux ne pouvait se permettre de succomber à leur affliction, jamais, pas un instant . Ils devaient être invulnérables.

Ou, au moins, ils devaient paraître invulnérables, car la vérité était que John avait peur, complètement effrayé par tous ces changements impitoyables. Au fond de lui, il se sentait comme un enfant désespéré et sans défense, abandonné par Dieu et rejeté pour errer dans ce monde sinistre sans autre destination que la mort et la misère, ainsi son sang bouillait de virulence et de venin, son cœur se serrant de colère aveugle et son jeune âme dévastée désespérément longue pour toute sorte de distorsion d'affection non attachée. C'était essentiellement la raison principale pour laquelle son lit était incessamment chaud, ou plus précisément, plus chaud qu'il ne l'avait toujours été auparavant, car, inutile de le dire, John Shelby était un coureur de jupon. Sa beauté étonnante était constamment sur les lèvres de tout le monde à Birmingham, il n'y avait pas une seule femme dans toute la ville qui n'avait pas rêvé de coucher avec lui au moins une fois dans sa vie. Par conséquent, John était plus qu'heureux de leur plaire à tous, littéralement, de les accueillir à bras ouverts, même pendant son mariage passé; et, en ces rares occasions où aucune fille n'allait frapper à sa porte, il s'était maintenant habitué à chercher du secours dans les maisons closes, plutôt que de dormir seul et de devenir une proie facile pour ses démons féroces.

Il a donc fini par laisser tomber son cigare fumant sur l'asphalte inégal de l'endroit le plus délabré de Small Heath, "Le Belle Donne", une maison de tolérance italienne, assez délabré et sur le point de tomber en morceaux, mais qui s'est souvent avéré avoir ses prostituées préférées. En effet, depuis que les Peaky Blinders avaient vaincu et soumis le clan de Sabini, ils avaient occupé une position de premier plan dans le pays, au point que plusieurs autres gangs italiens sur leur territoire, y compris les Changretta qui possédaient ce bordel en particulier, avaient finalement donné aux Shelby. En conséquence directe, pour le dire simplement, John et tous ses frères avaient, dans un sens très réel, gagné le plein droit d'abuser de toutes les affaires que les wops détenaient.

"Hé, gars !" Johnny aboya avec résonance en entrant dans le hall, maintenant une attitude assez intimidante et un regard menaçant exprès, pour faire encore plus peur à son nouveau larbin. "Allez, montre-moi ce que tu as" Cet ordre rude glissa sournoisement sur sa lèvre inférieure, immédiatement suivi par sa langue brûlante, tandis que son regard affamé parcourait la pièce, examinant le visage de chaque prostituée qui se tenait là avec une attention méticuleuse, sans cependant, trouver quelque chose qui pourrait le satisfaire. Robert Turrini, le proxénète, était un gars bizarre, car son apparence physique pouvait probablement être décrite comme à la fois dérangeante et amusante: son estomac corpulent et révoltant vacillait et ses jambes courtes trébuchaient dangereusement, quand il se hâtait de se lever et d'accueillir son client le plus dur. "Monsieur. Shelby, quel honneur et quel plaisir de vous revoir! » Ces mots de lèche botte ont fui de sa bouche pâteuse et malodorante, et néanmoins, ses doigts tronqués trahissaient inexorablement ses vraies pensées, car ils se torturaient nerveusement les uns les autres ou, comme seule alternative, couraient convulsivement à travers sa frange grasse et miteuse. "S'il vous plaît, monsieur, suivez-moi, ce sont pour les péquenaud et les alcoolos, rien à voir avec des messieurs comme vous" Une fois de plus, le ton aigu et torride de Turrini râpait sans relâche dans ses oreilles, faisant clairement référence au groupe de putains de second ordre qui pouvaient être trouvées à l'entrée; ainsi le proxénète boiteux se déplaça rapidement, sa main faisant signe avec impatience à John de marcher sur ses talons, puis se dirigea vers un couloir étrangement étroit, si maigre qu'il était presque impossible de traverser, sinon de marcher en biais. Le salon secret n'était éclairé qu'en partie par une lumière rouge sordide créant une atmosphère horrible, un silence terne régnait tyranniquement dans ce petit espace, bien que tu n'étais pas seul, mais pratiquement collé à une autre fille; tous deux assises sur un canapé minuscule, vos coudes se touchant, toujours, aucunes d'entre vous n'a osé émettre un seul son. Tout ressemblait à du plomb sur ta cage thoracique en papier mâché, cette horrible sensation forçant ton cerveau traumatisé à continuer involontairement de compter les secondes jusqu'à ce que ce fardeau haineux se soit potentiellement enfoncé dans ton sternum, annihilant définitivement ton cœur éclaté. En conséquence, lorsque la porte délabrée s'est ouverte et qu'un grincement aigu a gratté votre peau, tu pensais vraiment être sur le point de mourir. Ton tortionnaire a fait son entrée, et juste après lui, un autre homme est entré, mais tu ne pouvais pas voir son visage, car le sommet de sa casquette projetait intentionnellement une ombre mystérieuse dessus. "Ces deux là, sont vraiment jeunes, très douce" Robert exhiba ses biens avec un sourire néfaste, frottant ses pattes souillées avec une avidité évidente. «Voici la plus belle offre de chair et d'os sur le marché» Un ricanement sadique accompagna avec répugnance son discours, provoquant instantanément un froncement de sourcils chez John, visiblement mécontent de la façon dont l'homme parlait délibérément des êtres humains. Heureusement, c'était un fait connu que le milieu Shelby avait l'habitude de traiter ses femmes avec tout le respect dû: qu'il les paye ou non, il s'assurait toujours qu'elles étaient à l'aise avec lui et ne rechignait jamais à leur donner du bon temps également; par conséquent, un regard vexé a été tiré dans la direction de son interlocuteur grossier, avant que ses yeux cristallins ne flottent brièvement autour de la place, puis se heurtent presque instantanément à votre élégante silhouette.

Ta circulation sanguine semblait sur le point de ralentir tandis que le regard confiant de l'étranger empêchait le tiens, ses traits bruts étant maintenant pleinement affichés, car il avait légèrement levé le menton pour te regarder correctement, et toi seulement, malgré les tentatives désespérées et pétulantes de Clarissa pour attirer son attention avec des sourires malveillants et des noms d'animaux ridicules. Même si ton esprit hébété venait d'être brutalement brutalisé par l'assaut soudain et embrasé de ses iris glaciaires, quelques instants ont suffi pour que tu réalises à quel point il était profondément différent de tous les rats bas qui traversaient habituellement cet horrible endroit.

Chaque trait pointu et toujours délicat de son visage débordait d'une délicieuse jeunesse, un œil moins vif aurait peut-être même confondu sa fraîcheur avec une réelle naïveté, mais pas le tien; tu étais bien trop maline pour commettre une erreur aussi grossière. En outre, le tissu chic bleu nuit du costume chic, pliant remarquablement son corps majestueux, laissait planer un doute sur le fait qu'il était, selon toute vraisemblance, un homme considérablement riche, ce qui était au-delà de te désorienter, car le prix à payer pour un délice sordide dans ce bordel était outrageusement dérisoire, c'est le moins qu'on puisse dire.

Et finalement, autant qu'il t’ait tué pour le concevoir, il était sans aucun doute l'un des hommes les plus enchanteurs que tu ait jamais vus, au point que tu t’es retrouvé inconsciemment à te dem!ander la raison possible pour laquelle une créature céleste de son genre aurait besoin d'acheter une misérable heure d'amour dissimulé.

"Elle, là-bas" Ce murmure malléable, rempli de nostalgie et de gratification, se glissa furtivement dans la bouche de John, alors que son sourire se leva vers le haut de manière séduisante et son regard persévérait dans son engagement louable à prolonger scrupuleusement votre plus belle forme dans une pure adoration. Dentelle et organdi fusionnés sublimement sur le déshabillé cramoisi léger que tu portais, ta forme immaculée est apparue comme un paradoxe séduisant dans ses pupilles dilatées, avec tes longues jambes laissées luxueusement exposées, tandis que chaque pouce de votre peau de porcelaine, de votre cou maigre à votre aine , ont été minutieusement déguisé par ce matériau impie, sombre et impénétrable, bien que suffisamment mince pour lui permettre d'apercevoir votre poitrine. Son souffle frissonna de crainte quand il se retourna pour contempler les traits aphrodisiaques de ton visage, ses joues rouges et ses lèvres charnues lui faisant mal de désir, puis tes yeux de biche inondés de mélancolie, étranglant son âme sans pitié, enracinant dans son cerveau la conviction perfide qu'à la fin de la journée, il aurait volontiers dilapidé sa fortune, ne serait-ce que pour te vénérer de loin. "Hé, chéri!" Sa voix basse a finalement grondé dans les murs de ce petit espace, vibrant massivement dans ton abdomen, tandis que tu te forçait à avaler la masse douloureuse obstruant ta gorge et à te lever, répondant rapidement à son ordre, consciente que commencer à se rebeller contre ta pitoyable destinée n'aurait servi à rien. En tenant la main de ton client derrière ton dos, mais en gardant la tête baissée pendant tout le trajet, tu l’as guidé silencieusement dans l'escalier en colimaçon jusqu'à la meilleure pièce de la maison, comme te l’avez précédemment informé le proxénète. Sa veste et son chapeau ont été rapidement accrochés au porte-manteau, laissant son haut musclé recouvert uniquement de sa chemise blanche et de son gilet bleu, un sourire séduisant a été projeté dans ta direction et tu as détecté une étincelle libidineuse dans ses iris, alors qu'il réduisait l’espace entre vous à un rythme lent. "Comment dois-je t'appeler, ma chérie?" Il a sciemment utilisé le même surnom flatteur une fois de plus, en murmurant cette question à peine audible dans ton oreille, car il était maintenant derrière toi: ses grandes mains posées autour de ta taille, faisant doucement s’emboiter ton dos et sa poitrine, tandis que sa bouche qualifiée brossé immédiatement contre ta nuque, dessinant une traînée ardente de picots éphémères jusqu'à ta mâchoire. "Seulement y / n" Tu halètes en réponse, le contraste marqué entre sa chaleur et ton corps froid amer, ainsi que la peur paralysante qui te manges vivante, a fait que ton estomac brouillé se tortille et que tes paupières se ferment douloureusement en un froncement de sourcils. "Eh bien, c'est un assez beau nom, je suis John, au fait" Un joli rire, pourtant sous-entendu, emplit furtivement tes oreilles avec ce petit compliment; il n'y avait aucune trace de moquerie dans son ton, cependant, cela sonnait simplement comme s'il voulait être gentil avec toi, sans aucune aspiration à un gain personnel, et tu rougirais presque, pris au dépourvu et plus habitué à aucune forme de gentillesse. Néanmoins, c'était une question d'instants avant qu'un autre long baiser mouillé ne soit pressé sur ta mâchoire, te faisant sursauter avec une appréhension évidente et, plus tard, définitivement s'éloignant de lui, dès que tu sentais son toucher abandonner tes hanches seulement pour grimper sur tes côtés, jusqu'à ce qu'il atteigne le col de ta chemise de nuit et que ses doigts commencent à jouer avec ses boutons ronds.

"Non, je vais le faire!" Tu as brièvement averti, alors que tu perdais temporairement le contrôle de ton discours et de tes actions, en plaçant tes mains au-dessus des siennes pour les hausser, puis en te tournant pour lui faire face avec un souffle court, tes paumes ouvertes te protégeant. «Je m’en occupe» Une voix sensiblement plus douce a supplanté ta grossièreté précédente une fois que tu as progressivement métabolisé les dégâts que ta réaction imprudente aurait pu causer.

"Ok,ok, chérie, comme tu veux" Mais John se contenta de glousser, se moquant de toi tendrement, tandis que ses avant-bras se levaient en plaisantant en se soumettant à tes ordres, bien que, à vrai dire, ton comportement étrange l'avait laissé un peu perplexe, bien-presque confus. Reculant prudemment vers l'arrière, il se mit confortablement à l'aise sur le bord du lit double, assis juste devant toi avec les jambes écartées, son regard ardent ne se déviant jamais de toi, et commença à déboutonner son gilet avec sa chemise et son maillot de corps, jusqu'à ce que son torse sculptural soit complètement nu, dans toute sa splendeur, alors que la lune filtrait à travers les rideaux et diffusait ses faibles rayons sur tous ses contours, améliorant superbement tous ses muscles.

Sans sursis, il te lorgna dans une pure adoration, étonné de nouveau de manière dévastatrice par ta beauté éblouissante, désireux de sentir ta chair en feu autour de la sienne, accroché littéralement à chaque mot ou à ton mouvement, tandis qu'un sourire provocateur ondulait régulièrement sur ses lèvres. Pourtant, il ne cessait de se demander pourquoi une vision angélique comme toi disparaissait lentement dans cet enfer authentique sur le cœur, dilapidant catégoriquement ton rougissement de la jeunesse au milieu de cette cohue de putridité effrénée. Cela n'avait absolument aucun sens, et il ne pouvait pas se débarrasser de cette pensée pernicieuse qui hantait son esprit depuis qu'il t’avait vu pour la première fois: tu avais l'air nerveuse, extrêmement défensif, presque paralysé par la peur; tu semblais si différente de toutes les putes qu'il avait eues auparavant, d'où son instinct, si obscurci par la cupidité, criait que quelque chose n'allait pas. Et quand il te regardait lui tourner le dos à nouveau, afin d'éviter son regard pénétrant alors que tu te déshabillais à contrecœur, il lui suffisait de comprendre que son exécrable intuition avait raison. Néanmoins, au moment où sa tête a réussi à se reconnecter à sa bouche, il était déjà trop tard, le textile doux de ta chemise de nuit est tombé inéluctablement sur tes pieds, te laissant nu sous ses yeux affamés.

John s'étouffa de son propre souffle; pour la première fois, il se sentait comme un gamin lors de sa première expérience, peu importe si rien ne peut être plus éloigné de la vérité, d'une manière trouble et énigmatique, tu pouvais le rendre vulnérable. Sa gorge est devenue incroyablement sèche pendant qu'il continuait de te fixer avec crainte, les courbes sinueuses de tes fesses sans faille, la ligne sinueuse de ton dos superbement arqué couvert en partie par tes cheveux doux, tes épaules tendues et tes jambes raffinées, tout ce qui te concerne, son esprit devint entièrement noir, les mots s’étouffant dans sa gorge. Pourtant, dès que tu t’es déplacé pour lui faire face et que sa vue a été bénie par la vue complète de ta silhouette voluptueuse, quelque chose a altéré la lumière dans ses yeux bleus, les rendant soudainement sombre et sinistre. Sa mâchoire tomba légèrement sous le poids de cette consternation violente: en conjonction, un sentiment odieux de nausée cruellement tiré dans le ventre et la colère aveugle l'assaillit virulemment, car ton buste était complètement martyrisé.

"Que se passe-t-il…" Ce babillage non voulu mourut dans l'air glacé, ses orbes choqués délimitant les traits de ta silhouette endommagée: ton cou et ta clavicule étaient horriblement enduits de plusieurs empreintes violettes, comme si quelqu'un t’avais étranglée sans pitié encore et encore, des ecchymoses bleus verdâtres avec la forme de paumes pleines encerclé vos deux bras, il y avait des signes visibles de ligature autour de tes minuscules poignets. Pire encore, ses paupières ont dû se concentre un peu pour mettre en évidence les multiples points de sang de bœuf stigmatisant vos seins mous, jusqu'à ce qu'il remarque avec horreur comment ces taches rondes étaient effectivement des brûlures de cigarettes; tout l'oxygène s'est brutalement retiré de ses poumons, quand il s'est attardé sur les multiples marques bleues et noires profanant barbare les protubérances de vos côtes. Mais ce qui l’a irrémédiablement mis hors de lui, étaient les deux horribles cicatrices creuser des sillons étirés dans le bas de l’estomac, parallèlement à vos os pelviens gonflés et presque jusqu’à votre aine livide.

En proie à cette humiliation nocive, tu as observé un dégoût brut contaminer ses traits et, sans raison apparente, la haine dormante que tu avais pour toi-même a commencé à fermenter à l'intérieur de ton ventre. "Je-je suis désolée" Tu t’es forcé à avaler tes larmes imminentes, de manière inattendue, la conscience de ne pas pouvoir lui plaire a en quelque sorte infligé plus de souffrance à ton âme mutilée "Si je ne suis pas à ton goût, tu peux … » Le jeune homme se leva rapidement et, avant que tu ait eu la chance de terminer ta phrase absurde, il attrapa facilement sa chemise, s'approchant de toi avec diligence, ses iris froides brûlantes avec un mélange invraisemblable de fureur et d'inquiétude. "J'en ai rien à foutre !" Sa voix était instable, roulant le long de sa langue dans un halètement fatigué, alors que ses mains s'empressaient d'enrouler sa chemise autour de tes épaules, ses doigts tremblants luttant pour passer les boutons dans les œillets "Qui t’as fait ça?" En vérité, il parlait à lui-même plutôt qu'à toi, une impatience perceptible aggravant son ton fou, mais tu étais toujours éloigné de son regard curieux, plus que déterminé à garder la bouche fermée, dans la mesure où ta tête étourdie tournait déjà impuissante, et ton cœur martelait furieusement contre ta cage thoracique douloureuse. Tu avais du mal à comprendre ce qui se passait, tout autour de toi était si confus, tu ne savais même pas si tu pouvais lui faire confiance ou pas, tu voulais seulement fermer les yeux et oublier ce cauchemar éveillé. « Je ne te le demande pas, bon sang! Dites-moi qui c’était! »

Cet ordre brûlant vous a ramené à la réalité et a éclairci combien facilement son caractère impétueux pourrait refaire surface; en effet, tout d'un coup, aucune trace n'a été laissée de ce garçon aimable et gai qui, plus tôt dans la soirée, avait réussi à te faire véritablement rougir, au contraire, quand il vous a pris les joues et vous a secoué avec véhémence, dans un effort désespéré pour obtenir ton attention, son commandement rude et autoritaire t’as frappé sans relâche, et le doux enfant en lui a fini par être complètement étouffé par le gangster effrayant et impitoyable qu'il était vraiment.

Ce contact imprévu a fait que tes pieds ont automatiquement basculé en arrière, tes yeux sont tombés sur la pointe de tes pieds et tes dents ont commencé à mordiller ta lèvre inférieure, tandis que ton cerveau épuisé a recouru à sa dernière once de force, t’obligeant ainsi à cracher un peu de ton chagrin. «Il y a trois mois, l'homme que j'ai appelé père m'a vendu pour régler une de ses dettes avec les Italiens» Ton thorax a semblé rétrécir, une fois que tu as pris conscience que c'était essentiellement la première fois que tu te permettais de le dire en entier à haute voix. Cependant, la présence de cet étranger compatissant représentait toujours pour toi une barrière importante à surmonter, conduisant ton regard inquiet à passer frénétiquement de la crasse sur le sol, à la fenêtre cassée sur ta gauche, n'importe où, mais n'osant jamais rencontrer son regard. "J'ai essayé de m'enfuir, je le jure, mais ils m'ont toujours rattrapé et-"

Un gros nœud a calleusement bouché le bas de ton palais, te faisant hésiter pendant une minute, en te frottant doucement les bras, pour essayer de te réconforter. "Robert est sang chaud, il devient assez brutal quand tu ne coopères pas" Ces considérations désenchantées portaient un sourire involontaire, ce n'était rien de plus qu'un spasme, mais cachait le signe indubitable de larme imminent, aux iris attentifs de John. Il ne l'a certainement pas laissé passer inaperçu, mais il a choisi de garder le silence, car la dernière chose qu'il aurait voulu à ce moment crucial était de te faire encore plus peur.

«Il m'a battu à mort, à chaque fois plus fort que la fois précédente, puis il a laissé ses hommes… Il m'a gardé attaché à ce lit pendant des jours pour me donner une leçon» Des larmes abondantes coulaient maintenant sans relâche sur ton visage rougi, ton cœur endolori par une affliction crue, t’empêchant de respirer correctement, une de tes paumes alla instinctivement couvrir l'espace entre tes seins, dans un vain tourbillon pour apaiser ce chagrin atroce. "Oh mon Dieu" John soupira simplement, il était également instable au bord des larmes, des veines épaisses pompées de manière indomptée à proximité de ses tempes, jusqu'à ce que sa forme solide se ruine sur le côté le plus long du lit, ses coudes perçant ses propres cuisses, alors qu'il se cacha derrière ses poings serrés et se permit finalement de se livrer à quelques sanglots étouffés. D'innombrables atrocités avaient obscurci ses yeux et son âme au cours de sa brève vie, lui-même était capable d'actes de cruauté indicibles, tout de même, c'était absolument intolérable, entendre ton histoire lui pesait terriblement. Quoi qu'il en soit, il ne pouvait pas imaginer comment quelqu'un aurait pu être si désespérément diabolique, pour abuser d'une manière aussi haineuse une créature sans défense aussi pure que toi. Cette pensée le dérangeait irrémédiablement, érodant ses entrailles avec rancune, le privant presque de sa raison.

"Jusqu’à...jusqu'à ce que j'arrête de les combattre" Ton dernier chuchotement angoissé frappa le coup fatal, il plongea sans relâche dans sa poitrine, envoyant une insupportable secousse de douleur à travers ses veines empoisonnées. Pendant un bref instant, son expression, ainsi que la tienne, se transforma durement en un masque fait de désespoir net, comme si vous souffriez tous les deux exactement la même douleur, au même moment.

"Je vais le tuer putain!" Puis, tout à coup, quelque chose en lui explosa violemment, il se leva avec fureur, trébuchant brutalement sur la table à côté et tout ce qui y était placé. "Putain, je vais tuer ce sale salaud de mes deux mains, enfer sanglant!" Ses hurlements rauques et ses pas furieux couvraient toute la longueur de la pièce en l'espace d'une minute à peine; il bouillonnait littéralement de crises de rage meurtrières.

"Non!" Ta voix désespérée a éclaté à nouveau et tu t’es dépêché de l'atteindre, vos mains enveloppant inconsciemment ses pommettes " S'il te plaît, s'il te plaît, John, s'il te plaît , arrêtes!" Pour la première fois, son nom a glissé de votre gorge douloureuse entre ces plaidoyers pathétiques, tes mains l'ont forcé à vous regarder, pour tenter de le dissuader de ses intentions homicides; la simple pensée des conséquences potentiellement désastreuses de sa colère calamiteuse t’as totalement asphyxié, une panique rampante a assailli ton esprit fragile et, peu de temps après, tu t’es retrouvé à hyperventiler et en même temps déchaîné un tas de mots incohérents, tes doigts resserrant progressivement leur emprise sur lui. "Il va se mettre tellement en colère contre moi, il va-il-il est ..." "Je suis un putain de Shelby, il ne prend pas un putain de souffle à moins que je le dise" Il attrapa fermement ton menton avec seulement deux de ses doigts, guidant tes pupilles épuisées pour se concentrer entièrement sur son regard confiant, et il grogna ce fait incontestable à une distance de ton nez. Pétrifié par cette nouvelle prise de conscience, tu es devenue complètement silencieuse, ne faisant que regarder dans sa direction, pendant qu'il remettait son maillot de corps avec facilité et saisit rapidement sa casquette. «Reste ici, tu m'entends? Ne bouge pas jusqu'à ce que je revienne. » Un baiser incandescent a été impulsivement appuyé sur ton front, aucun autre mot n'a été dépensé, avant qu'il ne disparaisse derrière la porte de ton enfer privé. Lorsque ton persécuteur a vu son invité spécial se précipiter sans relâche vers son bureau avec une expression truculente exsudant une fervente déception, il a sauté sur ses pieds, prêt à trouver une solution à tout problème qui aurait pu survenir; une chose était sûre, il n'aurait jamais deviné ce qui allait se passer. "Monsieur Shelby, que ce passe t’il ? » Le poing de John entra sauvagement dans sa mâchoire, étouffant son discours écœurant dans l'œuf, sans donner à Turrini une seconde pour traiter ce qui se passait, un autre coup de poing le frappa sans pitié, puis un autre, puis un autre, jusqu'à ce que du sang chaud et abondant jaillit de ses multiples blessures. "Toi fils de pute" Des gémissements animaliers quittèrent ses gueules enragées, une haine pure se précipitant dans son cerveau, alors qu'il le jetait violemment au sol, commençant immédiatement à lui donner des coups de pied avec toute sa force brute. "Pitié! Je vous en prie, monsieur, ayez pitié! » Les prières et les cris déchirants de sa victime titillaient à peine ses oreilles, tout ce à quoi il pouvait penser était votre corps tragiquement gâché, d'où un désir effréné de lui donner un avant-goût de ses propres soins. "Où était ta miséricorde quand tu la torturais?" Tenant savamment son chapeau de la manière la plus efficace, dans une fureur, John descendit sur son agneau sacrificiel, défigurant rapidement un seul côté de son visage, afin de prendre une scène assez théâtrale. pause de son travail méchant.

"Quand elle t'implorait d'arrêter?" Robert pleurait maintenant à haute voix, submergé par cette agonie impitoyable, réduit à juste invoquer la mort, puisque rien dans toute sa misérable existence ne lui avait jamais causé une douleur plus intense que le perception grossière d'une lame de rasoir finement aiguisée lacérant brutalement sa chair, pouce par pouce.

"Maintenant, plies l'oreille à cela" malgré ses lamentations déchirantes, John le soulève brutalement en saisissant le col taché de sang de sa veste "si quelqu'un d'autre que moi s'approche de sa putain de chambre, je brûlerai ce putain d'endroit!" » Et avec cette première menace mortelle, la tête du proxénète a été brutalement cognée contre le mur, un énième gémissement de contrition s'échappant de sa bouche remplie de sang, néanmoins, il ne restait plus de temps pour la rédemption.

"Tu lui poses la main dessus" son crâne a été percuté avec obstination dans les briques une fois de plus, une éclaboussure cramoisie a enduit le plâtre pâle qui les couvre "Je te brise le cou" Les jointures de John se sont jointes, sa main droite rouge renforçant efficacement sa prise sur son cou, le tuant presque sur place. Cependant, heureusement pour le proxénète, Johnny n'aurait pas mis fin à ses souffrances, ni ne pourrait simplement t’emmener, au fond de lui, il savait qu'il devait en discuter avec sa famille, avant tout, avec Thomas, car l'équilibre instable atteint par le Peaky Blinder était bien trop fragile pour déclencher une nouvelle guerre contre les Italiens. Ainsi, avec beaucoup de difficulté, il se força à garder son esprit clair et à mettre un couvercle sur son instinct bestial. "A partir de maintenant, aucun de vous, sales porcs, n'avait le droit de la regarder". Le jetant au sol, le milieu Shelby a donné un dernier coup de pied directement à son gros ventre, et a craché sans respect sur lui, marquant avec son esclavagiste le fin du calvaire de sa proie brutalisée. «Sur l'ordre des Peaky Blinders» Dès que la porte crépitante s'est ouverte, ton cœur a semblé exploser, tes paupières se sont fermées de peur pure, tandis que tu as rapproché tes genoux de tes clavicules, une prière ancienne qui traînait sur tes lèvres avec de fortes respirations , alors que tu te préparer au pire. Mais le pire n'est jamais venu. «O / n, hé, calme-toi. C'est bon" La voix rauque de John résonna dans tes oreilles et, tu aurais pu le jurer, c'était, sans aucun doute, le plus beau son que tu as jamais entendu. Ta tête se pencha brusquement dans sa direction, un mélange intense de peur et d'espoir scintillant dans tes iris larmoyantes, un sentiment profond secouant toujours ton petit moi. "C'est moi, c'est juste moi" Gardant les bras levés pour indiquer son intention inoffensive, il s'approcha prudemment de toi. Presque immédiatement, tu as remarqué les nombreuses empreintes de main écarlates tachant son haut pâle, signe éloquent qu'il avait essayé d'essuyer ses paumes sur ce matériau ivoire du mieux qu'il pouvait. Pourtant, tu étais si profondément soulagé de voir son visage amical que, pour être honnête, la vue du sang frais ne t’as pas du tout dérangé. C'était comme si tu étais tombée dans un état de fugue, chaque chose autour de toi étais si distante, tes sens engourdis ne pouvaient que se concentrer sur la silhouette maigre de John agenouillée devant toi. «Personne ne te fera plus de mal, chérie» ses mains allèrent doucement caresser tes cuisses, tandis que son regard inquiet cherchait sans relâche le tien et il prononça ces mots doux et rassurants «Tu dois me faire confiance». Et tu voulais mettre toute ta foi en ce jeune homme. Son flair délicat t’as facilement réveillé de ce sommeil ostensible, créant un feu vif à l'intérieur de ton ventre; sans penser à tes actions imprévues, tu as jeté tes bras autour de son cou, tes genoux produisant un son sec alors qu'ils entraient en collision avec le parquet, tu t’en foutais toujours et tu le tenais serré, poussant des sanglots et te noyant dans sa poitrine musclée, se délectant enfin de la sensation de cette chaleureuse étreinte. Bientôt, il emmêla ses doigts calleux avec tes mèches, rétrécissant inconsciemment ses épaules solides, comme pour protéger ta silhouette frangible du monde extérieur. "Je te ferai sortir d'ici bientôt, je te le promets"

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