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gjenkatarot · 3 months

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DISCLAIMER: I don't know BTS personally, and I'm not sure if they want to get married. This is just for fun and entertainment purposes! Take it with a grain of salt.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon's future partner has a special vibe that makes everyone around them feel calm and safe. They're like a sturdy tree, providing stability not only for themselves but also for those they care about. Challenges don't seem to faze them much; they handle them with grace and ease. With a heart as warm as a mother's, they're deeply in touch with their emotions and those of others. This caring nature makes them a pillar of support for their loved ones during tough times.

They value emotional bonds and prioritize nurturing relationships. Wise and mature, they strike a perfect balance between strength and sensitivity. Responsible and dependable, they're someone people can rely on completely. They know how to handle money well and have found success in their endeavours. Their patience and self-discipline are admirable qualities that help them navigate life's ups and downs.

In addition to their inner beauty, they possess a captivating charm that draws people to them. Whether they're from a distant land or simply love to travel, they bring a world of experiences and perspectives into Namjoon's life. Their success and achievement of personal goals demonstrate their determination and drive. Above all, they're a calming presence for Namjoon, helping him find balance and peace in times of stress or uncertainty.

Kim Seokjin

Seokjin's future partner will be someone who plans ahead. Maybe they're already thinking about the plans for the future. They're eager to explore new things and might even enjoy traveling. They're honest and ambitious, facing challenges with determination. They're resilient, never giving up easily. Their energy brings a sense of stability not only to themselves but also to those around them.

Just like Namjoon's reading, Seokjin's future spouse will provide him with unwavering support and stability. They're spontaneous, courageous, and always seeking new experiences. They might have placements in their astrological chart that suggest a fiery personality, bringing excitement and spontaneity to Seokjin's life. I feel like they'll be similar to him but more bold, surprising him in ways he never expected.

I think Seokjin will likely marry someone traditional, perhaps from the same cultural background. His future spouse seems to have strong beliefs, maybe even being religious or spiritual. They're like a teacher, a powerful individual who values structure and tradition. Their presence will help Seokjin overcome any hurtful experiences he's had and provide him with healing, closure, and a fresh start in their journey together. Their connection might deepen because they've faced similar struggles or hardships.

Min Yoongi

Min Yoongi's future partner possesses a vibrant, youthful energy, always eager to expand their knowledge and explore new horizons. They are practical, reliable, and hardworking individuals who approach life with a sense of realism, impressing Yoongi with their dedication to their goals. Their intelligence shines through as they navigate life independently and honestly, valuing intellectual stimulation in their relationships and communication.

While they exhibit a sharp mind and may use sarcasm, they may have encountered challenges or inner struggles in the past, leading to feelings of anxiety and restlessness, particularly regarding financial security. They work diligently to ensure stability, focusing on their career to alleviate any worries about the future. Despite their fears, Yoongi and their future spouse will provide each other with a sense of security and mutual support, encouraging one another to pursue their aspirations.

Yoongi's caring and understanding nature will make him a great husband, offering comfort and care to his future spouse as they navigate life's challenges together. Their partnership will be characterized by understanding and support, with Yoongi playing a pivotal role in providing a stable and nurturing environment for their shared journey ahead.

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok might already be acquainted with his future spouse, possibly someone close or sharing childhood experiences, like a friend. This person brings sweetness and nostalgia into his life, possibly healing his inner child. They radiate innocence and youthful energy, being sensitive, empathic, and possessing a youthful and imaginative spirit. Hoseok's future partner values friendship, social connections, and shared experiences, maybe even sharing the same friend circle.

Furthermore, J-Hope's future spouse displays competitiveness, engaging in sports or activities that require activity and competition. They're assertive, passionate, unafraid to stand up for their beliefs and enjoy healthy debates. Despite their dynamic nature, they are dedicated and hardworking, committed to personal and professional growth. Their commitment may inspire J-Hope to pursue excellence and take pride in their accomplishments together. This shared dedication contributes to a supportive and empowering partnership, with both partners motivating each other to achieve their goals.

Park Jimin

Jimin's future partner is someone who's good with money, reliable, and practical. They take their work seriously and are committed to building a strong foundation for themselves and their relationship. They're also sensitive, creative, and full of imagination, bringing a playful and youthful energy to everything they do. Like Jimin, they appreciate collaboration and teamwork, and they value supporting each other to achieve common goals.

This person is comfortable in their own skin and enjoys the finer things in life. They inspire Jimin, helping him see the beauty around him and within himself. They might meet while working on a project together, which could be something that helps them both succeed financially. They're confident and elegant, knowing when to relax and when to work hard. Their presence brings a sense of introspection and wisdom into Jimin's life, encouraging him to take moments to reflect and grow.

Jimin's future partner is dedicated and calm, supporting him and helping him move forward from his past. They're ambitious and honest about their feelings, creating a strong foundation for their relationship based on mutual respect and understanding.

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung's future partner has a unique vibe compared to others. They might find it hard to feel confident and assertive, needing lots of support and encouragement to tackle their inner challenges. It seems like they lack belief in their own abilities and themselves. They may have gone through tough times, experiencing burnout or stress. Taehyung could be a source of comfort for them, helping them lighten their burdens.

This person is special to Taehyung, caring deeply about family and friendships, which would emotionally fulfill him, and the feeling would be mutual. However, they're also quite competitive and active, often having strong opinions that could lead to conflicts. Past challenges and betrayals might have left them guarded and defensive, even struggling with trust. Building trust and providing reassurance, either from Taehyung or the other way around, would be vital for them to move forward together.

Both Taehyung and his future spouse face inner and outer struggles. They lean on each other for support and understanding. His future partner tends to keep their thoughts to themselves, leading to potential misunderstandings with others.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook's future partner is someone full of enthusiasm and adventure. They're bursting with energy, always eager to try new things and explore. This person brings excitement and spontaneity into Jungkook's life, making every moment lively and thrilling. Hardworking and dedicated, they're grounded and committed, patient, and inspiring. They know when to be serious and when to have fun, balancing work and play effortlessly.

They could be outgoing and fearless, unafraid to chase their dreams. With a dynamic and courageous spirit, they infuse passion, drive, and joy into Jungkook's life, always seeking new experiences together. Education holds great importance to them, as they strive for personal and professional growth, aiming to build a solid and safe foundation for their future. This future spouse is transformative, embracing change and encouraging Jungkook to grow and evolve, leaving behind the past and embracing new opportunities.

They help Jungkook unwind and forget about his daily worries, providing a calming presence. Their journey together involves significant personal growth, with both partners supporting each other through life's changes and challenges, fostering an environment of growth, renewal, and mutual understanding.

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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first for all, I’m so happy for u baby!!! u deserve every milestones and I’m happy to be witnessing it and more in future 🫶🏼

& for the drabble milestone uhm idk if you’ve watched nevertheless but I wanna request jk in that anatomy scene!!! where he’s teaching u abt human anatomy and its cute but things get heated 🫣 if u wanna add some body worship and putting his mouth everwhere while he’s teaching u stuff 🏃‍♀️ ily ilyyyy jsjckdjfjdkd byeee

DIVINE FEMININE | JJK

No one can make you feel like a goddess better than Jeon Jungkook.

» pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

» wc/date: 2.6k | July 2022

» warnings: body worship | fingering | jungkook will eat pussy until he dies

» notes: i hadn't seen nevertheless, but i watched it cuz of your request and wow i loved it! i hope this fits the vibe you were looking for~ i also don’t know anything about human anatomy cuz i’m #dumb so pls just ignore anything that might be incorrect khkjds

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» what was jai listening to? skin - mac miller

“Are you listening to me?” Jungkook leaned back on your couch, legs spread and hands holding your dreaded anatomy textbook.

You hadn’t been listening to him. Nope, you’d been staring at him with nothing but elevator music in your head. You were convinced your brain disappeared every time you were around him, unable to focus on anything but the way his lips pulled into a pout when he got to a concept he didn’t understand or when his eyebrows scrunched together when he disagreed with whatever answer you came up with for your homework. Who could blame you? The way he sat with his tattooed arm resting on the back of the couch behind you and his thick thigh pressed against yours was making your brain short circuit.

“Yes!” You rushed to answer him, adjusting your position on the couch to face him, your legs drawn up.

“You’re lying,” Jungkook said with a smirk. He snapped the textbook shut and placed it on the coffee table. You felt heat rush to your face when Jungkook lightly ran his fingers in gentle circles around your bare knee. “Should we take a break?”

It was impossible to stop your mind from reeling as you imagined what exactly you and Jungkook could do during your study break. You’d practically manifested his fingers creeping higher up your thigh with your dirty fantasies.

“Um, I guess we could? But I know it’s late and I don’t want to keep you here too long,” you insisted. Jungkook had already been at your apartment for two hours. It seemed like a lot to expect him to stay even later, now that the sun had long disappeared into the night.

“I don’t mind. I like studying with you.” Jungkook nodded, inching his fingers slightly further up your leg. His gentle traces made you shiver and you leaned forward slightly to scoot closer to him.

“I like studying with you, too,” you whispered. Jungkook hummed in response, his fingers now skirting the hem of your shorts.

“Pop quiz,” he announced as he gently pressed his fingers into your thigh to squeeze it. You let out a small gasp at the sudden action and Jungkook lifted his dark eyes to meet your gaze. They sparkled with mischief and something else you weren’t sure of. “What bone is this?”

“F-femur.”

“Good girl,” Jungkook praised you and you felt your stomach drop. He dragged his fingers back down the length of your leg. When he got to your calf he took a strong grip of it and pulled you towards him, drawing both of your legs to rest across his lap. His hands returned to your legs, gliding up to gently push your thighs apart. You let out a shaky exhale as you let him part your legs and watched his tattooed hand trace invisible patterns in the inside of your thigh.

“And what is this muscle?” he asked, fingers pushing up your shorts to gain access to more of your smooth, sensitive skin.

“The, the…” You inhaled with a sharp hiss when you felt Jungkook squeeze the inside of your thigh and begin to massage the muscle.

“Yes?” He locked eyes with you while he used his free hand to run his fingers through his bangs. You’d never met someone who you knew could ruin your life like Jungkook.

“The adductor…”

“The adductor what?”

“L-longus.” You reached out to grab Jungkook’s forearm when you felt him press his fingers between your thighs. You were sure he could feel the heat of your pussy through your shorts, maybe even feel the dampness of the fabric now that you were soaking through your underwear.

“You’re answering more questions correctly now,” Jungkook said with a light chuckle that shot straight to your thighs. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and you practically had your head rolling. “But we can stop.”

You shook your head without an ounce of dignity and let Jungkook’s arm go. “My test is tomorrow.”

“Should we start at the top and move down?” The way you were breathing heavily was merely one indicator that this was no longer about tests, but Jungkook was happy to play along. He slipped his hands beneath your t-shirt to push it up and off of you, tossing it onto the coffee table with your forgotten textbook. Leaning his body against yours, he forced you onto your back on the couch and hovered over you.

“What’s this?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours. You closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards, just barely pressing your lips against his. He tutted in disapproval. “You have to tell me first, princess.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and fluttered your eyes open to see Jungkook smirk. “Vermilion.”

He cocked his head to the side to assess if he’d accept that answer. You silently begged for him to move, to do something. The longer he took, the more you felt pressure build inside of you. After an eternity, he brought his lips to yours and you let out a small moan into his mouth when he sucked on your bottom lip. Your arms shot up to wrap around his neck, but Jungkook pulled away.

“We’re studying, beautiful,” he murmured, ducking out of your embrace. Before you could protest, he pressed a kiss against your neck, and then another at the middle of your throat. He traveled down until his lips whispered goosebumps down your chest and you felt your nipples grow erect beneath your lacy bralette just from his breath on your skin.

“You remember this one, right? The sternum.” He pressed a kiss just below where your bralette rested between your cleavage.

“Jungkook, ahh, stop it,” you whined, grabbing his head. You laced your fingers through his soft hair, lightly pulling at the strands that fell into his eyes. “It tickles. I’m going to hurt you if you don’t stop.” You were not liable for what your limbs would do once you started squirming under his touch.

“The sternum,” he repeated, ignoring your threats, “and your ribs protect all the organs in your chest. Like your lungs.” Jungkook pressed a kiss against your ribs. “And your heart.” He adjusted his position to run his tongue along the ribs just below your left breast. “To keep my pretty girl safe.”

“Jungkook.”

He leaned back to stare at you with those doe eyes that pulled at your heartstrings. It was all a trap, though, and you both knew it. There was nothing innocent about those eyes.

“Your test includes sex anatomy as well, right?” He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.

You nodded your head, knowing where this was going and having no desire to stop it. He ran his middle finger up and down your clothed slit with such light pressure you almost didn’t feel it at all. Yet you still wiggled beneath his touch, hips bucking upwards to encourage him to press against you harder.

“The labia majora is what’s on the outside.” Jungkook slid his hand inside of your underwear and cupped your pussy. “Labia minora…” He pushed his fingers through your wet folds, swishing his fingers around your arousal. “Is on the inside.”

“And I’d be remiss to not mention my favorite part…” Jungkook whispered against your neck, his breath tickling your ear. He gently pinched your clit between his fingers and your body jolted forward. You pressed your hand against his chest and felt his heart speed up beneath your fingers.

“Your favorite part?” you whispered back.

“I love all of you, but this is my favorite.” He stroked your clit, rolling his finger in smooth circles against it. On occasion he switched it up, dragging his nail against the side of your clit and pressing hard circles into it sideways, only to quickly flip to do it again on the other side.

“Jungkook…” You focused on moaning his name and ignoring the four-letter word he’d never used towards you until now.

“Hmm, baby?”

You threw your head back against the couch and Jungkook took the opportunity to plant another kiss against your throat. He sucked on your skin hard enough to leave a mark and then roamed your body for a new spot to attack while his fingers rolled your clit. You panted and whined as your legs shook, unable to comprehend how Jungkook was already about to make you cum just by playing with your clit. Just as you felt like you were going to lose it, Jungkook pulled his hand from your shorts. You tilted your head to look at him, unaware of the pout that naturally formed on your lips.

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook said with a grin.

“No I’m not.”

“Beautiful, then?” You lifted your hips as he slid your shorts down your legs, taking your underwear with them. “Gorgeous? Breathtaking? Stunning? Hot as fuck?”

The compliments made you squirm and you couldn’t look Jungkook in the eyes, so you missed the dazzling smile he flashed at you while he adjusted your position on the couch. He maneuvered you so you sat up on the couch, legs spread apart. Then he sank to his knees in front of you.

“I’m just me,” you insisted, hesitantly taking a peek at the man between your legs. He held your gaze when he kissed the inside of your thigh, but the sight of his tongue slipping out to run along your skin made you shyly look away and swallow a moan.

“Hmm, I know what you are,” he challenged, turning his head to lick at the inside of your other thigh. Your body seemed to spread your legs even further without your permission until Jungkook was able to slot your legs over his broad shoulders. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re so corny.”

Jungkook scoffed and his hot breath scattered goosebumps along your thighs. You desperately ached for him to bring his mouth to exactly where he knew you wanted it to go, but tonight he was taking his time.

“Look at you.” He reached up to spread your lips, your arousal leaking onto his fingers as he did. “So pretty. My pretty girl.”

Having him examine the most intimate parts of your body made you feel self-conscious, but Jungkook looked at you with nothing but admiration. He ran his finger down the length of your folds until he got to your entrance. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest when you squealed once he slid a finger inside of you, quickly pressing right where he needed to.

“You act like I’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mused, but he loved how sweet and timid you were. He loved taking care of you.

Finding a slow rhythm to glide in and out of you, Jungkook watched your lips part and your head press against the back of the couch. Each whimper that fell from your lips matched the way he thrusted his finger into you, curling where you needed him to. Right when you began to move your hips against his hand, Jungkook lowered his mouth to lick your clit in a way that was so painfully slow you cried out against him.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you choked out, hands immediately reaching for his hair. He allowed you to control his movements, pulling him closer and rutting against his face as he flattened his tongue to accommodate the new rhythm you’d established.

For as demure as you acted, you certainly knew what you wanted. Something about Jungkook pulled out a different side of you. Maybe it was how gentle and thoughtful he was. Even though the two of you weren’t exclusive and you had no idea if he was hooking up with anyone else, he made you feel like the most important person in the world. When you had his face in between your thighs, his chin and nose smeared with your arousal, his breath panting in hot bursts against your skin whenever he came up for air, when you had all of that, you didn’t care to think about who else he might be fucking. Instead you twisted your fingers in his soft locks and used him just how he wanted you to.

“Getting tired, baby?” Jungkook laughed when he took a moment to breathe, noticing how you were letting your arms flop like jello next to you. “I’m gonna wear you out.”

After a while you were beginning to lose your control, slowly relaxing your legs until Jungkook was taking over once again. He continued to thrust his finger against your g-spot, sliding a second inside you and pressing upward just to feel your legs shudder against his shoulders and hear you scream his name. With his tongue he alternated between swirling figure eights against your clit to licking in quick succession, sucking on your clit hard when he wanted you to jump.

You watched him tilt his head to the side to open up your legs further and when his eyes fluttered shut you knew he’d become completely lost in working his tongue and fingers against you. If you were to sing him sweet praises just as he did to you, if you could shed your shyness around him, you would tell him he looked beautiful like that - eyelashes against his cheeks, jawline taunt, lips swollen and pink from his efforts to please you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, it feels so goooood,” you slurred, barely able to get a coherent sentence out. He moaned into your pussy when you dug your nails into his hair, gripping him tighter as you felt your muscles contract in your abdomen and thighs. “I’m gonna, ohh fuck.”

Jungkook wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you down as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. Even as you squirmed in his arms and tried to clamp your thighs around his head, he kept up his movements until you were begging, practically sobbing, for him to stop. He let you go and you fell slack on the couch, your heart beating fast from your orgasm, and you felt like you might pass out from forgetting to breathe.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Jungkook lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his face on it and something about his black t-shirt being coated with your cum made you swell with something akin to pride. “Are you okay?” he asked when he saw you sitting limp. When you gave him a silent nod, eyes still closed, Jungkook stood up. He gently gathered you in his arms and carried you to your bed.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, never opening your eyes.

“Taking care of you.”

You heard the sound of your dresser drawers being opened and some quiet rustling before you felt Jungkook lift you up to pull a clean t-shirt on over your head. Then you felt his hands, calloused from hours of lifting weights at the gym, slide clean underwear up your legs to rest comfortably on your hips.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes to see Jungkook sitting on the edge of your bed. You had no idea what time it was, but fuck you were exhausted.

Jungkook shrugged. After a few moments of silence with the two of you listening to each other’s breathing relax in the dark room, Jungkook leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he whispered against your hair. When he looked down, you were fast asleep, softly snoring in a way Jungkook could only find adorable. He gave you another kiss, this time on your cheek, and you sighed in your sleep. “I love you,” he whispered, standing up to gather his things and leave.

Maybe one day he’d say it while you were awake.

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brujaluas · 7 months

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urgent important announcement

So... Today is my birthday!

#tarot reading #divination #pick a pile #pick a card reading #tarot cards #tarot deck #pick a pile reading #witchy things #pick a card #free tarot #kpop reading #bts reading #jungkook reading

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shibuiking · 2 months

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#40k #orikan the diviner #trazyn the infinite #orizyn #adeptus mechanicus #my self insert magos id been wanting to do for a while ahah #so i can keep an eye on mu-15 in universe B)#also fun to translate my usual very fleshy undead sona to smth mechanical #orikan and trazyn r funny for sooooo many reasons but the one i can stop thinking abt is how it Feels like a usual tsundere thing bt #trazyn is both suave and The Rizzler or whatever whilst also being like 'damn who dropped a mountain on orikan' (he did)#damnnn who let that genestealer loose...#why are you both so fucking complicated #then again it might just be his amazing commitment to the bit #sry i keep posting a ton of tags w the 40k stuff i just have shit to say. im loving it so much #the idea of trazyn enjoying ribbing orikan soooo much that Yes hes a little in love but also doesnt want to change how they act @ each other #coz its so fun and stupid and hes actually having fun (an emotion thought totally lost)#holding my head in my hands

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neptune-ian · 21 days

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Mental Heatlh

All the phone numbers from all around the world if you ever need help and want to be understood. Do not do the irreparable, talk to someone. There are always people willing to listen and help you whenever you are depressed and needs help.

You do not want to die, you want to stop suffering or feeling the way you feel. You can’t bear the emptiness or the fulness of your emotions. You can’t accept some part of yourself so you instead prefer to put yourself in danger… do no do it. It is not the solution at all.

Go seek a professional or someone trustworthy enough to help you. Your life does matter. 💙

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myork · 2 years

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a little taegi for emotional support reasons -happy birthday @kimtaegis ♡

#mgfs #notes after tags>#bts #btsgif #dailydaegu #usersky #userkelli #userkosmos #tusercelia #tuserdaisy #trackofthesoul #esmetracks #shirleytothesea #heyryen #NOW #happy birthday annie!! 💖 the fact that ur name rhymes with my own n starts with an a (for angel ofc) is purely because of divine reasons 🙄✋🏻#ilysm!! pls accept this little token of my love for being one of my favourite people here n also just being the kindest most comforting soul #<3333 #tis a lil early bUT in my defense u love daegu boys n mimi anD in kst its already annie day so 🤷🏻‍♀️#anyways #ignore the mistakes n how random this is i was on a bit of a time (and place) crunch #i was really debating on posting this tomorrow but like idk if ill be active or have enough internet? im at my grandmas old place n theres #no wifi 🤠#i love u so much i hope u have an amazing day n are celebrated like u deserve 💘 im sending u so much LOVE literally like u should feel it #also also #some gifs are kinda long i hope u bare w the annonyingness of it all hdkdjskdjs #mkay bye ily #[the captions are green because a birdy told me u like green (birdy being ur team green set) ]

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Divine Intervention | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Goddess!Reader

Genre: smut, hurt/comfort if you squint, Goddess!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: kissing, lots of taking holy names in vain, heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, grinding, riding, unprotected sex (gods don't really do contraception), literal sex on the beach, there's a lot of mutual adoration going on here, needy Jungkook, praise kink Jungkook, reader is the Goddess Astraea, reference to animal sacrifice (an offering made before fic starts)

Word Count: 6.5K

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

Summary: “Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?”

Jungkook summons his beloved goddess, and she seeks to reward his devotion.

A/N: So I hadn't intended on writing a birthday fic for Jungkook while I work on the latest Paradise chapter, but then this idea hit me on Thursday and the next thing I knew I had 2,000 words for the start of a new story. 😵‍💫 Perhaps I had some divine inspiration of my own? Anyway, I grew up obsessed with Greek mythology, so this was probably inevitable. Some of the names invoked might be a little unfamiliar, so I've explained them below. Thanks to @reliablemitten for the title!

Glossary of Names: Astraea is the star-maiden goddess of innocence, purity, and precision. Selene is the goddess of the moon. The Moirai are the Fates. Polyhymnia is the Muse of sacred poetry, sacred hymn, dance and eloquence. Mnemosyne is the goddess of memory. Eos is the goddess of the dawn. Morpheus is the god of dreams. Chronos is the Titan personification of Time.

Unbeta'd as usual. As always, I'd love to hear what you think! My inbox is open 💕

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It has been a very long time since you last walked upon the earth. The sand beneath your feet is softer than you remember. Tiny grains stick to your soles as you wander along the surf. The ocean stirs in the rising light of the moon, waves dancing as Selene begins her evening journey across the sky.

After all this time, there is a believer. You heard their prayer from your perch in the heavens. So many years have passed since someone invoked your name. Not merely years. Ages. Centuries have come and gone without so much as a whisper.

A pyre burns several yards down the shore. The scent of burning flesh mixes with the salty sea air, tantalizing and crisp. A water deer. This follower has brought you an offering.

You must know more. The wind stirs and a little bird crouches where you once stood. It hops forward, towards the tall figure bent over the flickering flames.

Jungkook sighs, warming his fingers over the fire. He mutters the words again, a low chant under his breath. “Beloved Astraea, Goddess of innocence and purity. Oh, sweet star-maiden, hear my prayer!” He tosses another branch on the pile, watching as the orange flames envelop it, lost in his recitation. “I pray to you now for justice. End our suffering and bring the golden age we were promised! Please, I beg of you, hear my prayer!”

A slight rustling draws his attention. He glances down. A bird sits at his feet, a little thing with a white body and a black crown and back. A night heron. It glances up at him with a red eye, head cocked as if in curiosity.

Jungkook smiles a toothy grin, nose scrunching in delight. “Have you come to answer my prayer, little bird?”

“Quok,” says the heron, head tilting the other way.

Reaching into his knapsack, Jungkook pulls out the remnants of the meal that he’d eaten during his hike across the countryside. He scatters some nuts and seeds on the sand. The heron doesn’t peck at the grains but continues to watch him for another minute or two.

“It’s all right, you can have the rest. I don’t need it.” He isn’t sure why he’s talking to the bird. But he has the strange sense that it can understand him, as the heron begins to snap up the seeds with its long beak a moment later.

As his new friend enjoys the rest of his meal, Jungkook tends to the fire. A dark curl springs free from his ponytail and he tucks it behind his ear, smearing soot across his cheek. The white tunic and pants he wears are similarly stained from his dirty hands.

He is so tired. Building a pyre was exhausting work. As was hunting the water deer earlier today. But the ache he feels goes deeper than muscle and bone. Sighing, he rubs a shaking hand over his brow, careful not to get ash in his eyes.

“Quok?”

He laughs as the heron hops closer. Those red eyes would be alarming if the animal weren’t so cute. “I’m okay, little bird. Just tired.”

“Quok.”

Jungkook settles himself on his knees, bowing his head. The carcass is ablaze now, the stench filling his nostrils unpleasantly. Jungkook does not eat meat, but his Goddess does. He inhales through his mouth before repeating his prayer again.

Once Jungkook has finished his invocation, he gazes at the night sky, searching for any signs. The dark inky blue of space stares back at him impassively. But the stars dotting the expansiveness wink merrily, as if to encourage him on.

The heron is still next to him, plumage ruffling as it hunkers on the sand. Jungkook smiles sadly at it. “Doesn’t look like it’s working, does it? I should probably just give up. But I can’t. This world is sick, little bird. It needs to be saved. And I don’t think anyone else is going to try. How can I give up?”

The thick smoke wafting from the pyre begins to swirl into the sky as a sudden breeze kicks up. Jungkook yelps as a blinding light fills his vision, searing white. Jumping away from the fire, he throws his arm over his face, confused and frightened.

“Do not be afraid, precious one,” a mellifluous voice murmurs soothingly. As the glow begins to dim, he opens his eyes to find a woman standing next to him, wrapped in a golden tunic that seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Curvy and comely, her lustrous beauty renders him speechless. But beyond her physical appearance, a powerful aura radiates from her that is unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

“Who - who are you?” he eventually stammers, dark brown eyes wide with surprise. Where did you come from? He hasn’t seen another soul in hours, intentionally chose a remote beach far from the nearest town for his sacrifice.

“You know who I am,” you reply with a husky laugh. His heart flutters in his chest at the happy sound, like a bird yearning to follow the sweet song of its mate. “Were you not just chanting my name?”

“Astraea!” He falls to the ground, head touching the sand as he prostrates himself before you. “Beloved Goddess! It is you?!”

“It is. And I thank you for your offering.” You wave your hand to gesture at the pyre. The smoldering beast is gone. Jungkook blinks in shock. “It has been a very long time since I have feasted on such delicious meat.”

He lowers his head, hiding a shy grin. He has pleased you. His heart swells with pride. “I am glad that you enjoyed it.”

You smile beatifically, and Jungkook swears the stars shine a little brighter. “Rise, precious one, and tell me why you have summoned me here.”

He does so hesitantly, not quite believing this is real. It is only the sting of the cold night air and the grit of the sand poking into his toes that lets him know that this is not a dream.

“Beloved Astraea, I have called you to… to beg you to save this world. Humans have brought nothing but ruin and destruction with their greed.” He pauses to take another slow, fortifying breath, hoping to steady the quivering of his voice. “I have been studying the old gods for years now, trying to find someone to help us. I read that you had promised to return to the earth one day to usher in a golden age of peace. That is why I have summoned you here tonight. Please, dear Goddess, have mercy on us.”

“You wish for me to save this world? That is a lot to ask of your Goddess.” Your voice is firm - not unkind, but with a force behind it that makes Jungkook itch to kneel again. To supplicate himself completely. But he stands as you have asked, head bowed, eyes fixed on the ground in front of you.

So he does not see the sparkle in your own eyes as you ask, “Do you think that a single water deer is a sufficient sacrifice for such a request? Why should I grant you this?”

His eyes widen, but he doesn’t lift his head. “I am sorry, my Goddess. I know that you love the animal, but there are so few these days… it was all I could manage to hunt.” Fingers twisting in the hem of his tunic, he wishes that he had done more. Wishes that he was more. “I have spent years studying you. Traveled the world over to learn everything I could. Gave up my home, all my possessions, my - my relationships.” He finally tips his head up to glance at your face. It’s too much, your resplendence wraps his tongue in knots, and he quickly averts his gaze so he can speak. “I have sacrificed everything for you. Please. Am I… enough?”

The swell of the ocean behind him fills his ears as he waits for your response, heart nearly beating out of his chest. Hoping that you will deem him worthy, but assuming you won’t. Then he gasps as you gently grasp his chin, turning his head until your eyes lock onto his. Your irises are a dazzling golden shade, quite unearthly, gleaming with a playful curiosity.

All the blood in his head rushes away from his face and directly to his groin.

“You have given up everything? Devoted yourself entirely to me, and no one else?”

The longer you hold his jaw, the more he hardens. He wants you to stop. He wants you to never stop. He wants you to hold him elsewhere. He needs to rid himself of these debasing thoughts and focus on your glory. But his flesh is weak, and his erection grows stronger.

“Yes,” he whispers finally. “Only you. I am yours.”

Searching his gaze for lies, you find only the truth. He hides nothing. If you asked him to jump on the pyre right now, to give the last bit of life he has left to you, Hercules himself could not stop him.

How can you not reward such devotion?

“Very well.” Releasing his chin, you step back, raising your arms to the heavens.

As Jungkook drops to his knees in awe, you rise into the air, enveloped in a brilliant white light. Again, he has to guard his eyes so they do not burn out of his skull. His heart beats faster than ever before. It worked? He’s really saved everyone??

“I call upon every star in the night sky - brothers and sisters, lend me your strength, your power!” you thunder, and Jungkook quakes where he lays. “I will strike this world down in a cleansing fire and start anew! Let it BURN!” Your sonorous voice whips around the two of you and the pyre is extinguished by its might alone.

“What?!” Jungkook shouts into the roar. He still cannot see you, unable to open his eyes for more than a second lest he be struck blind. “No! Please, Goddess, no!”

Instantly, the din dies away. The light fades enough that he peeks at you with narrowed eyes.

“No? You do not wish for me to cleanse this world?”

Jungkook thinks his heart might explode. This isn’t what he’d wanted at all. Has he made a mistake? “I thought… the ancient myths said that you would return one day and bring a Golden Age to the earth. And the world would know peace.”

“Yes, precious one.” Returning to your mortal form, you approach the protective little ball that Jungkook has curled into. “And this is what that means. A Golden Age, without mortals. A planet in balance with itself again. A new beginning.” You tilt your head sympathetically. “One born of humanity’s end.”

“I.. I do not want that.” His voice is quiet, as if he is afraid that he might stir your anger. “I only wanted to help them, not hurt them. There must be some way to help. But not like this.” He gazes at you, dark eyes full of sorrow, and your ancient heart stirs with a pang of sudden tenderness, for this tortured soul. “Please, Goddess.”

More of Jungkook’s hair has shaken loose from his hair tie thanks to the fury earlier, and strands float around his face, catching in the cool night air as you sigh softly. “Rise again, precious one. Do not fear. I will not burn the world tonight. Or any other night.”

“You won’t?”

You shake your head. “No. I could not, even if I wanted to.”

The bewilderment on his face makes you giggle, a delicate chiming like the ringing of bells. It’s a delightful sound. Even in his confusion, it sends Jungkook's heart racing.

“I am bound by the work of the Moirai just as you are. The fate of this world was decided long ago. As was mine. And it is not for me to destroy this world.” You pause, letting the words sink in. “Nor is it for me to save it.”

“Then if you could not…” he trails off, trying to understand.

“I was merely enjoying myself. I am sorry, precious one. I do not mean to cause you pain or distress. I simply could not help myself. It has been a long time since I’ve had the chance to demonstrate my might.” You grin, and he is startled at how human the action is.

“Then, there won’t be a Golden Age for us after all.” He’s still measuring your words in his mind. Comprehending their weight.

“No. I am afraid that it is not written in the stars.”

Jungkook blinks slowly. “Is that - is that a joke?”

The joy he felt at the dainty peals of your giggles pales in comparison to the pure euphoria he experiences as you burst into full-bodied laughter. It’s like every cell in his body reverberates with the wondrous sound. Soon he too joins in.

There is something about this disciple of yours that pleases you far beyond any before. Such a lovely soul he has, to say nothing of that enchanting smile. Perhaps it's just the effect of having someone believe in you for the first time since you fled this world ages ago, to hide away amongst the stars. Whatever it is, you feel invigorated. Alive again after so long.

But as his laughter fades, Jungkook's wide eyes fill with sadness, and you furrow your brow. “I am sorry, precious one. I know that this is not what you had hoped to hear. It is very kind of you to wish for such a thing, but I cannot grant it. But you have summoned me, and I am here now. Is there anything else that I could give you instead? Another way to reward your faithfulness?”

He is lost for words. You wish to reward him?

When he does not answer, you take another step towards him, until you are close enough that he can feel your breath on his face. His catches.

“Perhaps I can comfort you, at least?”

As you move to embrace him, he suddenly draws away, turning his back to you.

“Precious one?”

Staring out over the ocean, he hunches over himself slightly, trying to cover his bulge. He’s still so hard. Even in his complete fear earlier, it never went away. Why can’t he control himself? “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because you are. Your mortal life is short, and therefore precious. Would you prefer that I call you by your name, Jungkook?”

He glances back at you in surprise. “When did you - I never said - “

Only Selene shines brighter than your smile. “Of course I know your name. But why do you turn away?”

“I - I can’t… I do not want to sully you, my Goddess.”

“Sully?” Frowning, you reach out, touching his shoulder. Your fingers are so warm, the heat bleeding through the loose folds of his shirt. He moans at the sensation, and shrinks further into himself, ashamed.

Oh. Of course. Another silly myth. These mortals have always told such ridiculous tales.

“Do not hide yourself from me. There is nothing shameful about your body. When you worship me, you should do so with all of you.” Your hand on Jungkook’s shoulder tugs at him, urging him to turn. He obeys, but shame clings to him, etched into the sharp angles of his face. “Not just with this,” your fingers brush his forehead, “or this,” now they press over his heart, “but with everything.” Warmth lingers where your fingers have been, as if a fire is being lit inside him, ember by ember.

But you haven’t pulled away. As your hand trails down his chest and over his stomach, he sucks in a quick breath. Surely, you’re not going to -

Gently, you palm his erection. Stroke its length lovingly, fingertips curling around, making Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Goddess!”

“Yes, precious one, I am here.”

You’re teasing him. He can hear it in your tone. And feel it in the way you drag your fingers excruciatingly slowly along his cock. Again, he struggles to accept that any of this is happening.

“But you - you are…” The words stick in his throat, choking him as your hand continues to fondle. You flash him an encouraging smile and he tries again. “The myths describe you as the virgin maiden of innocence and p-purity. I don’t wish to…” His sentence dissolves into a wordless cry as you lightly squeeze him through his pants.

“To what? To defile me?” His wanton groan makes you laugh.

You aren’t impervious to his good looks. Truly, he is one of the most beautiful mortals you’ve ever seen, with a face that would send Aphrodite into one of her legendary furies. And his body - so broad and strong, toned muscles flexing as he strains to hold himself still and not rut into your hand like he so desperately wants.

No, you’re not immune at all, and the more he resists, the more you want to make him fall apart.

“Once again, I fear that you have given too much credence to the stories you have read, precious one. Yes, I protect the innocent and the pure, but the virgin epithet was never my doing.” You finally release your grip on him, and he relaxes, but only very slightly. “The withered old men who spun those tales made assumptions. As if purity is only possible for those who remain unbedded.” Scoffing, you give him a wry smile. “As if any of them were ever pure themselves, even before they participated in such delights. How did they become the authority?"

His mouth opens and closes a few times as he absorbs everything you’ve said, unsure of how to respond. There is only one thing that he wants right now if you wish to reward him yet. But even after your reassuring explanation, he still cannot bring himself to utter the words.

You don’t wait for him to say anything, gliding forward to cup his face in your hands. Your thumbs brush over his high cheekbones and he sighs as a wave of contentment washes over him, seeping deep into his bones. The sparks in your eyes glow as you speak.

“This world may be wicked, but I can see that your heart is pure. As long as there are such as you in the world, there is hope yet. So do not worry yourself for tonight. I cannot save this world, but perhaps you will. One day.”

His buoyant heart feels as though it might take flight. He takes great comfort in what you tell him. And yet…

As he stands there, basking in your affection, it’s not quite enough. He yearns for more. Not just more of your praise, but more of your touch. But who is he to ask? Instead, he gazes at you with such open longing that you giggle in amusement.

“Tell me, Jungkook. Will you worship me tonight with all of you?” Cheeks still in your hands, he bites his lip, then nods. “Then I will do the same. If that is what you want.”

Yes. Goddess yes, this is exactly what he wants. He nods again.

The corner of your mouth lifts. “I need to hear you say it, precious one. Tell me what you want.”

Somehow, despite the wild hammering of his heart, his voice does not tremble. “I want you, Goddess.”

The wind stirs, kicking up sand, and he shields his eyes with a shaking hand. When he looks again, the smoking ruins of his pyre are gone. In its place is a gentle fire, lighting a stretch of sand where a velvet cloth has been spread, the same shade of gold as your tunic, which has also vanished.

Jungkook knows that he shouldn’t stare, but he doesn’t have the power to look away, drinking in your naked form like a man taking his first sip of water after wandering the desert for years.

Looking alone doesn’t quench his thirst. He aches to touch.

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just waits for your command.

“Undress yourself for me.”

His fingers grip at the hem of his shirt, yanking the worn material over his head. You admire the way his biceps ripple in the flickering light of the fire as he tosses his clothing onto the edge of the blanket. And his Adonis belt, carved almost as finely as the statues of the gods that they sculpted in ancient days. He lets his hair down, shaking it loose from the hair tie. You can feel arousal starting to flow out of you as you wait, impatience suddenly rising. What is this feeling?

Ah. Need. You need him.

So, you hold out your hands, beckoning. “Come, Jungkook. Come adore your Goddess.”

He moves with the speed of Hermes, swiftly taking you in his arms. There is something reverent in the way he kisses you, imparting his devotion by holding back a little, chastely pressing his lips to yours. But soon he feels your tongue flicking against him, and before long he's thrusting his own into your mouth, eyes widening when you start to suck, caught off guard by the filthy action. For a heavenly creature, you kiss so wickedly.

His chest tickles from your merry laughter as you pull him down to the silky fabric on the ground, covering your body with his. You try to recall the last time you had a mortal pressed between your legs like this and cannot. Even so, you’re sure none have ever felt this good before. His skin is cool where yours is hot, rough where yours is smooth, sharp where yours is soft. The contrasting sensations spur you to hold him tighter, seeking more of him. A thought occurs to you, and you giggle into his kiss, prompting him to break away.

“What is it?” he pants, face flushed as he peers at you with inquisitive eyes. Are you laughing at his eagerness?

“Nothing,” you reassure him, tucking a strand of long hair behind his ear. “I was just thinking that you’re absolutely divine.” You fondly tap a finger on the tip of his nose, and he ducks his head, flush deepening to a bold crimson.

“Goddess,” he murmurs bashfully, mouth brushing against your neck.

“Jungkook,” you reply playfully, fingers carding through his hair, nails raking over his scalp. He shivers uncontrollably and whispers your name into your burning skin. Offering a hushed prayer. Wrapping his dark roots around your fingers, you tug a little, and the whisper becomes a dulcet note. “Sing for me, my precious one. Let Polyhymnia lend you her voice so you can sing my name!”

“Astraea,” he whimpers melodiously, rolling his hips into yours. “Beloved Astraea!” The pressure of his hard cock rubbing against your cunt leaves you keening, and emboldened by the sweet sound, he decides that you should be the one to sing. So he eases himself down your body, painting your neck and throat in hungry kisses, until he reaches your breasts.

Despite the chill in the air, a faint sheen of sweat covers your skin. Jungkook tongues at the drops, noting the salty tang. It tastes so human, he could almost believe that you’re another mortal lying here underneath him. If his eyes were closed, at least. Looking at you, there’s no way he could believe that you were anything less than the magnificent celestial being you are.

You sigh happily as his tongue swirls around one of your nipples, drenching the bud with saliva before he takes it into his mouth. “Yes, Jungkook,” you gasp, encouraging him to repeat the action with the other breast. He alternates between them for a few delicious moments, bathing you with his hot breath and luscious tongue, hands groping and kneading, enjoying your sighs until your hips start to buck under his chest, begging for his attention.

“Please, precious one,” you whisper, and his gaze finds yours. “Your Goddess needs you.”

The naked lust in your expression flames the fire inside him into a wild conflagration. He knows now that there’s no reason to hold back. You asked him to give all of himself, and he will.

“Yes, Goddess,” he nods, mouth falling open as his tongue traces down your navel. The wet muscle dips into your belly button, making your stomach twinge, and you gasp as you feel his fingers sliding through the wetness between your legs. His breath hitches at the arousal that coats his hand. “Is this where you need me?”

With a breathless nod from you, he shifts, settling himself further down on the cloth, legs hanging over the edge as he nudges yours apart. He props himself on his elbows and peers at you for a moment, savoring the view. It’s surreal, so unbelievable, that he could be here right now, gazing down at a literal Goddess, spread before him like a sumptuous feast.

He resolves not to waste a single moment and leans forward to press his zealous tongue to your soaking slit.

He starts with small motions. Kisses your lips before opening you up, revealing your pretty pussy to his waiting mouth. The wind carries your angelic cries directly to his ear as he licks away, dragging the flat of his tongue through and around your entrance. He trails higher, seeking the tiny pearl throbbing above it, mouth latching on as you groan.

When he feels you growing restless with the way he circles around but doesn’t quite reach where you need him most, deep inside, he gives in, and one of his long fingers parts your nether lips.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

He watches you with hooded eyes as you react to his ministrations. He was right. Of the two of you, you are the singer, turning the two syllables of his name into a glorious song, a repeating melody that you trill over and over. Not that he is quiet as he plunges another finger inside you, mouth finding your clit again. He whines into you, grinding his dick against the blanket beneath him, nearly delirious with desire. Every little noise, every little movement you make drives him closer to frenzy, and he has to pull away for a second to breathe deeply, calm himself enough to stay in the moment.

"Jungkook, m-my precious one, you devour your Goddess like a beast. Are you sure, ahh! Are you sure you are mortal?" you stutter, lifting your head to catch his eye, only to drop back with a gasp when he gives a particularly sharp suck to your clit.

“I live to serve you,” he husks, smirking, a brief flash of bravado before he buries his face again.

Though it’s been literal ages since you were last brought to the precipice like this, you recognize that you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm. Your disciple’s talented tongue and hands have found the perfect rhythm, and the tension inside you builds. You clutch at your breasts, running one hand over your dewy skin while the other grabs at Jungkook, fingers wrapping around his bicep, squeezing hard. He merely grunts, chin nearly dripping with your slickness, too focused to mind.

Gods, but you've forgotten what wonders mortals are capable of! No wonder Zeus was constantly slipping away to cavort with the earthbound. Jungkook's mouth is relentless, licking and nipping at your tender flesh while his fingers curl and stroke that marvelous soft spot inside you, the one that turns you from an awe-inspiring deity into a mewling, soaking mess.

Jungkook can sense that you’re close when your hand tightens on his arm, vocalizations becoming faster and higher. The realization that you're about to climax because of him makes his cock twitch. Pausing just long enough to throw your legs over his shoulders, bringing your cunt closer to his gluttonous mouth, he returns to his work, eyebrows knitting together in concentration as he praises you with that blessed tongue of his.

His head swims, heavy, like he’s drunk on ambrosia. He’s never tasted the sweet nectar of the Gods himself, but he knows as he suckles at your clit that he doesn’t need to. The burst of honey that alights on his tongue as you cum for him is far more delicious than anything else could be. He groans nearly as loudly as you wail, lapping up every drop while you shudder beneath him.

Soon your cries die away, and you hold your arms open to him. "Jungkook. Come here."

You kiss him lazily, reveling in the sensation of his soft lips, his skillful tongue. He is heavy on top of you, chest pressing you into the ground, pelvis flush against yours. He grinds into you, and you slide a hand down his side and inward, reaching for his swollen cock, knowing he must need some relief.

He is so thick and hard in your hand, skin as silky as the velvet that you lie on. You skim your thumb along the vein that runs down the underside of his shaft, smiling as he groans helplessly. When your fingers wrap around his darkened tip and begin to slide, he drops his head to watch.

“Goddess,” he hisses, “please.”

“What is it, precious one?” Your strokes grow longer, reaching to the base of his cock and back.

“I - I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He might explode at any second. Yet he can’t stop his hips as they start to tip forward, trying to thrust into your hand.

“And that would be bad?”

He grits his teeth as you twist your hand, thumb tracing over the slit in his head. You can feel his thighs tense as he tries to stave off his end. He succeeds, but just barely.

You admire his restraint. And want to make him break it.

“Please, Goddess,” he begs brokenly, propping himself up to meet your eyes. “I don’t want to finish this way.”

“No? Tell me then, what you want.”

“Inside you, please.” He finally takes your hand off his throbbing dick and pins it to the ground, lacing his fingers through yours. He crushes his mouth to your shoulder, brushing hot kisses all over as he mumbles into your neck. “Please, let me fuck you, need to worship you with my cock, please!”

Instantly, you roll, pushing him onto his back. Caught by surprise, he yields easily, willingly, staring up at you in total adoration. The moonlight bathes you in an ethereal glow as you gaze down at him, eyes glimmering roguishly, lips quirking in a soft smile.

No matter how long he lives, he knows he’ll never see anything as beautiful as his beloved Goddess.

Your hand finds his hardness again, grips him gently. “Are you ready, precious one?”

He nods.

Taking a deep breath, you rub his thick head along your folds, gathering the slickness there, before you line him up and start to sink down.

The guttural groan that escapes you as you take him in shocks you. Your godhood seems to have fled your body, leaving behind nothing but a creature of pure primal desire. You moan once you’re fully seated on Jungkook’s cock, indulging in the incredible fullness that you feel. He twitches inside you, reminding you that you are not the only one in need here.

Finally, you prepare to reward him. Leaning forward, you place your hands on Jungkook’s chest, ghosting your lips over his as you whisper, “Come, precious Jungkook. Give me everything.”

His hands suddenly grab your hips tightly. Before you can start to move, he snaps his pelvis up into you. You shout his name, startled, but very pleased, breasts bouncing wildly as he begins to piston away.

The sight beneath you is transcendent. Jungkook growls, an expression of fierce concentration on his handsome face as he plants his feet on the blanket and thrusts away frantically. You marvel at him with wide eyes, barely blinking, hoping that Mnemosyne will bless you by emblazoning this moment into your memory. Because this is something you never want to forget. The taste of his hungry mouth on yours as he pulls you down for a kiss. The smell of sex in the air, his musk and yours mixing to create something sensual and earthy and raw. The feel of him around you, under you, inside you.

Oh, Gods, how good he feels inside you. His thick cock hits that glorious spot with every pump. You grip at your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingertips as he pounds into you.

“Ah, yes, right there! Oh, Jungkook, you worship your Goddess so well!”

He whines as you extol him loudly. Sweat drips down his face, but he doesn’t pause to wipe it away. All he wants is to please you. To feel you cum around his cock. His own orgasm is rising and bites his tongue, trying to distract from the unbelievable pleasure coursing through him. He’ll be damned if he finishes before you do.

He releases one of your hips, bringing his hand to his mouth. As you watch curiously, he sucks two fingers into his mouth lewdly, moaning around the digits. You whimper at the debauched noise, then again as he finds your clit, fondling the sensitive nub feverishly.

“Yes, oh, yes, Jungkook! Ah, my precious Jungkook!” It’s happening again. There’s that pleasure building. A divine spark, about to blossom into something extraordinary.

“Be-beloved Astraea,” Jungkook gasps, feeling you start to clench around him, “my Goddess!”

“Come now, Jungkook, come, and give me everything, all of you, all of you, all -” Your babbling ceases as your climax crests.

The spark ignites.

Your head tosses back as you cum for Jungkook. Your quivering walls grip his cock like a vise, and he loses his rhythm, thrusts becoming jerky and erratic.

“Astraea!” He sobs your name into the heavens, mouth gaping open as he finishes deep inside you, hot and white.

The intensity of your climax leaves your legs shaking, clit pulsating under Jungkook’s still-moving fingers. You slump forward onto his chest, and his arms wind around your back, holding you close while he pumps away a few more times, until he’s utterly and completely spent.

Neither of you speak for a few minutes, too busy panting to say anything. With you melted against him like this, he can feel your heart beating as riotously as his own.

His fingers trace symbols on your back, composing invisible psalms. Inscribing your skin with the words he can’t say out loud. “Have I pleased you, my Goddess?”

“Mmmm,” is your muffled response. You lift your face from his shoulder and smile. “Yes, precious one. I am most pleased.” You slip off of him, curling into his side with a blissful sigh. “And you? Was that a sufficient reward?”

His eyes widen. “I - of course I - that was more than I deserve! I’m not worthy to even have imagined -”

Laughing, you press your lips to his, cutting off his incredulous sputtering. “Breathe, Jungkook. You are worthy of anything I choose to give you. Remember that.”

He nods, cheeks turning red. After a moment, you turn onto your side, and pull his arm over you, so that your back is pressed against his chest. “Lie here with me for a little while?”

“Anything for you, my Goddess.”

He nuzzles his nose into the back of your head, breathing in deeply. Your hair smells like smoke and salt, the fire and ocean air imbuing the strands. But beneath that, there is a note of something ineffable. A scent that is uniquely you. He inhales again, trying to ingrain it into his mind like a brand.

His arms tighten around your waist as he snuggles closer. After a few minutes, you realize his deep, even breathing means he is asleep. A pleased smile graces your lips as your heavy eyelids begin to close. You give in to the exhaustion that overwhelms your mortal form. Selene has not yet finished her nightly travels. Might as well rest for a little while.

Some time later, you awaken. A soft pink and orange glow over the ocean tells you that Eos stirs, preparing to drive away the night with her golden chariot. Jungkook still slumbers, innocent countenance completely relaxed. Tenderly, you stroke his cheek, and his eyes peek open.

“Goddess,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “You’re here. I thought it was a dream.”

“No, there were no visits from Morpheus tonight,” you laugh, making him smile. He rolls onto his side to face you. “It was very real. And wonderful. But dawn is rising. I must go.”

His eyebrows gather, and you gently press a finger to the space between them, smoothing away the wrinkle.

“What is it, precious one?”

He sighs at the concern in your voice. He doesn’t mean to trouble you. “Nothing, my Goddess. I know you cannot stay.” He traces your lips with his thumb, flushing when you press a tiny kiss to his fingertip. “But if I… if I were to summon you again…”

“What would you ask of your Goddess now?”

A thousand requests flit through his mind, each one greedier than the last. It would be selfish of him to want more.

If only he were a selfish person.

After a moment of silent reflection, he just smiles. “Maybe the Moirai will bring us together again one day.”

Beaming, you cup his face. “Anything is possible, precious one. Never lose your hope.”

He presses his mouth to yours. In the sun’s early rays, he kisses you slowly, languidly, trying to stretch these final moments into an eternity. But he is not Chronos, and time will not bend to his will. Before you pull away, you lightly rub your thumbs over his closed eyes, and he shivers as a strange tingle runs down his spine. A spark of warmth.

“Goodbye, my precious Jungkook.”

“Goodbye, my beloved Astraea.”

The wind rushes past him, leaving behind an empty silence. He opens his eyes. The blanket remains, as does the simmering ash of the fire. But you are gone.

The beach is quiet now, save for the sound of waves crashing on the shore. As Jungkook shakes off the last vestiges of sleep, Eos crests the horizon. Jungkook rests his arms on his knees and tips his head back to gaze at the heavens. In the light blue expanse of the morning sky, the stars fade away one by one until only a single gleaming light remains. He smiles, the newfound sparkle in his eye matching the shimmering above.

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