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#it has been a hot minute since I've written smut so lets hope it's not too rubbish

oddinary4bts · 3 months

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To Give a Helping Hand | jjk

☆summary: when Jungkook comes home from the gym, he goes feral thinking about you.

☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: smut, idol!au

☆warnings: unedited, curses, explicit content: masturbation. that's it, that's the whole thing. Cumshot on his hand tattoos. Jungkook is hella horny for reader and jerks off thinking about her - fantasies of oral sex (male and female receiving), of unprotected sex, of rough sex, of hickeys and marking (scratches on the back), of shower sex, of spanking, of choking, of creampies, of clit play, of fingering and squirting. Multiple orgasms, lowkey pain kink and praise kink (let me know if I forgot something)

☆word count: 1.8k (I think it's the shortest thing I've ever written on here lmao)

☆a/n: pure unedited sins bc mr jeon jungkook makes me horny despite being in the army. hope this doesn't disappoint lmaooo thank you to @wintaerbaer for her help with the banner (it would have been a horrible mess without your guidance) and for encouraging me to write this!! love you Ari <3333

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You’re driving him insane.

You. Are. Driving. Him. Insane.

Insane.

Every time Jungkook sees you at the gym, he goes insane. Completely, utterly, insane. He thinks there has to be a better word in the dictionary to describe what you do to him but, alas, he can’t find it.

So insane it is, and he tries to live up to the name.

He’s been home for five minutes, and he’s already in his bed, dick so hard he thinks it’ll explode. Because of course you had to be doing squats today, in those way too tight biker shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Your thick ass, stretching the fabric so much he thinks he spied a thong underneath…

Jungkook grunts, hiding his eyes behind his arm, trying to erase the picture from his mind. But he can’t. You’re everywhere – behind his closed eyelids, or a ghost in his room when he opens his eyes again.

It’s been that way since the very first day he saw you at the gym. Jungkook caught sight of you and immediately had a boner, which hadn’t happened to him since he was a teenager. He’s a grown man, for fuck’s sake, yet the sight of you turns him on far more than anything ever has.

You’re just… perfect. Too hot, your body perfectly sculpted by the hours you spend at the gym every week. Jungkook dreams of dragging his hands, his tongue, on every inch of your body. Of caressing your hard-earned muscles, of gripping the meat of your ass…

Of grinding into you and hearing the little breathy moans he’s sure that you make in the thralls of passion.

Fuck.

If he’s honest, he would have fucked you that first time. Would have approached you and charmed you, seduced you until he’d have you writhing under his body. But one look – one damn look – at your keychain, and he knew you were off limits.

The bright pink Kooky plushie hanging from the keychain was a firm reminder that he cannot approach you, ever. Indeed, he doesn’t mix pleasure with work, which is starting to prove increasingly hard as he gets more famous, and as his fans grow way too numerous.

As his fans, as you pretend that you don’t recognize him when you go to the gym, even though he catches you looking at him all the time. Yet he can’t approach you, won’t approach you, ever. But nothing stops him from exploring his dirty little fantasies, whenever he wraps his hand around his cock…

Jungkook grunts, and he decides to take manners into his own hands, literally. He wishes it’d be your hand, gripping his cock once he’s pushed his shorts and underwear down. Wishes you’d hold him tight as you’d jerk him off slowly, eyes never leaving his.

He imagines you taking him in your mouth. Your plump lips, wrapping around the tip of his cock, sucking once as he’d fist your hair, restraining himself from thrusting in your mouth. Or maybe you’d give him the go to fuck your mouth, to unleash himself on you…

Jungkook moans, and he jerks himself off, slowly. Eyes closed as he imagines everything he wants you to do to him, everything he wants to do to you. His hand is not nearly enough to pleasure him, not when he’s been craving you the way that he has…

But it’ll make do.

Spitting in his other hand, Jungkook holds his dick up to rub the natural lube on the head of his cock. He winces – he’s already so damn sensitive… Probably because he’s sported a semi since he saw you at the gym.

Who gave you the right to go to the gym in those shorts, with only a sports bra to pair with them? You looked devilish, downright sinful, and you’ve dragged him to hell.

Once his dick is lubed up, glistening in the dim light from the hallway because he sure as hell didn’t have time to turn the lights on in his room, Jungkook strokes himself, slowly. Tattooed fingers firmly wrapped around his cock, just the way he likes it – right under the tip, hard enough to hurt just a little bit.

Hard enough to make him wish he was fucking your tight pussy instead. He imagines the drag of your walls on his dick, on his veins and on the ridge of his tip. He imagines your breasts bouncing up and down as you’d ride him, and then your face, contorted in pleasure, as he’d jackhammer into you.

He’s had noise complaints from his neighbours once, because of the loud singing he does once in a while, when he goes live for his fans. Right now, he wishes he’d get a noise complaint because they’d hear him fucking you good, fucking you until you’d crumble into ecstasy.

He picks up the pace on his dick, free hand grabbing at the white sheet of his bed. Would you be the type to moan unabashedly loud? To say his name when you come, when your walls flutter on his dick?

The thought makes his dick twitch in his hand, and Jungkook grunts again, curses underneath his breath. He doesn’t even know your name, but he sure as hell knows he’d come with your name a litany on his lips, a sinful melody he’d sing just for you to hear.

Would you drag your nails on his back, marking him so that the world knows you’re his? Would you suck on his neck, leave hickeys behind that he’d have to hide under foundation? Would you beg for him, or would you be a brat?

He wants you to be a brat. He wants to have to put you back into your place, to spank your ass and choke you until all you know is his name. He’d be feral with you – he’s feral just thinking about you. And maybe one day he’ll betray his number one rule, maybe one day he’ll fuck you into the night, hear you cry with pleasure as he’d pump his load inside of you…

His imagination is running wild, and his pace on his dick is relentless, unforgiving. His bicep burns already, even though he’s barely started. Or maybe he’s just too lost in his fantasies, losing track of time. But he doesn’t care – he’d lose track of time fucking you, too.

“Fuck,” he moans, eyes closed tightly, eyebrows bunched together as if in pain. But he’s not hurting – he feels way too good, the pleasure running through his blood a symphony every cell inside of him is addicted to.

You’re just too beautiful to him. He’d fucking crawl on his knees for you, or maybe he’d make you crawl. He’d force you to crawl, to beg for him, to…

Jungkook grunts loudly, his orgasm hitting so hard it feels like a trainwreck. He doesn’t slow down his pace on his dick right away, letting his cum spurt out and drip on his fingers, on the back of his hand. He doesn’t even care if he makes a mess – he’s lost to his pleasure, and he doesn’t want to come back to sanity. He wants to stay insane, and so he drags his orgasm out, milks it out of himself.

And he comes a lot, painting his whole fucking hand white. He’d think it to be disgusting, but when he looks down at his hand, fuzzy from his blissed-out pupils, he sees that he’s covered his tattoos with cum. His army tattoo – the closest he’ll get to come on you. He curses at the sight, hates that it’s turning him on again and that his dick twitches, begging for more. But all he does is watch the cum – it covers the three first letters, but it’s slowly dripping towards the y, and soon the whole tattoo will be covered, like he fucking wishes your pussy would be covered with his cum, dripping with it. He’d finger you with it.

Fucking hell.

Jungkook gives in to the unrelenting desire once he’s in the shower, trying to clean himself. A single thought of your thick ass and the stretched fabric of your biker shorts sends him back to square one, and he jerks himself off again, fast and hard, his free hand leaning on the wall. He’s quick to shift and put his forearm against the wall instead, hiding his face in his arm. And then he imagines fucking you in this shower, taking you from behind as your ass cheeks shake from his ministrations. He imagines you trying to find purchase on the wall, your hands slipping until he pulls you back into his chest. He’d hold you tight, wrap a hand around your neck, and he’d find your clit with his other hand.

He’d make you come so fucking hard. All night long. He doesn’t think he’d let you even fucking walk out of his apartment. He’d fuck you seven days a week, wouldn’t even leave his bed.

This time, his release hits differently, not as strong. It still fills his blood with ecstasy, and his head swims as he watches his cum go down the drain. His hand, his tattoos, are mostly clean this time around, and he imagines them covered in your cum instead. In your sleek juices as he’d finger you, making you squirt everywhere…

He curses loudly, turning the shower to cold, immediately wincing as the water hits his back. But it’s the only way he thinks he’ll manage to chase his arousal away. Hell, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his fucking evening masturbating. Though it’d be worth it, and he’s fully aware that he’d be able to. He’d just need to think of you, and he’d be ready to go again.

But when he steps out of the shower, he decides otherwise. He decides to go live – are you watching him, from wherever it is that you live in this city? Do you know that you make him insane, so, so insane that he just came twice to the thought of you?

He smirks, watching the comments coming in even though he hasn’t said anything yet. They fly too fast for him to be able to read anything, but he knows.

He knows that you’re there, on the other side of the screen, watching him as he watches you. Where else would you be?

And he knows damn well that next time he’ll see you, he’ll talk to you. Fuck the rules, fuck the fact that you’re his fan. He needs to fuck you, to know what your pussy taste like and how you sound when you come.

So next time he sees you, instead of jerking himself off alone, Jungkook knows he’ll ask you to give a helping hand.

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Part 1: Early To Rise

Happy Camper Series

Summary: Another camping story to add to the pile. You like Eddie, Eddie likes You, Eddie likes Steve, Steve likes Eddie, Steve likes You. Can I make it any more obvious?

Warnings: smut, blow jobs, crass words? (Minors DNI! 18+ only)

A/N: Okay so it's been a hot minute since I've written anything long so please be gentle. English IS my first language I'm just dumb and bad at grammar.

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You drop your duffel bag to the ground with a tired huff before checking your watch: 5:35am, you let out a yawn while rubbing your eyes and stretching your back, feeling a little better after hearing your vertebrae pop.

��Mornin’ sleepy head.” Steve greets, way too cheery for this time of morning, as he walks past you towards the back of the car. “Sleep okay?”

You narrow your eyes and go to flip him off, your usual sweet demeanor replaced with snark by having to wake so early, but before you can a very tired Eddie sidles up beside you and drops his bag with a similar sounding huff like the one just you made.

Steve chuckles at the sight before him while loading the gear into the back of the eight seater car he borrowed off his dad.

“Why are we leaving this early?” Eddie’s voice takes on a small groan at the end, a small shiver wracks his body at the chill of the morning air. “It’s unnatural.”

You let out a snort and lean your head on his shoulder, his arm instinctively coming to wrap around you, huddling close for warmth.

“Hey blame Nance,” Steve raises his hands in defence, moving over to grab yours and Eddie’s bags. “I was happy to leave at around 8.” He shrugs.

“Still too early.” You mumble causing Eddie to let out a small amused huff. “Speaking of Nance, why isn’t she here helping pack the car?”

“She’s picking up Robin,” Steve’s voice comes out a little muffled, his head buried in the boot mentally checking stuff off his list. “And to be fair neither of you are helping pack the car.” He throws a amused glare at you and Eddie.

“Be honest, Steve, do you really want us,” Eddie gestures between you both, “packing the car? Do you want another linen closet incident?”

Steve rolls his eyes at the memory of asking you both to help him clean for a party when all you did was shove everything, and he means everything, into the tiny hallway linen closet. Later that night when someone asked for a throw blanket and Steve went to retrieve one all that was heard was a small yelp followed by a comically loud crashing sound.

“Yeah, never again thanks,” Steve scoffs moving to start packing the blankets. “I don’t think these will fit in the back if I’m gonna put the girls stuff here,” Steve speaks aloud but not to anyone in particular. “Might just shove them over on the back seat.”

“Put them in the middle row,” You stop him as he walks towards the side door, “I like sitting all the way in the back,” You explain seeing the look of confusion on his face, “it’s nice and cosy.” With a shrug Steve moves to place the pillows and blankets in the middle row per your request.

“Are you sitting in the back too?” Steve briefly glances towards Eddie as he moves to grab a cooler of drinks to put on the floor behind the drivers seat.

“Yeah, why not?” Eddie lifts his shoulder in a half shrug.

“Wow, don’t sound so enthused.” You grumble but still tilt your lips up in a small smile.

“I would normally do a little dance but I’m too tired, Princess.” He nudges your shoulder with his and you turn your head hoping to hide the blush.

Princess. It’s a recent nickname. One that has you hiding behind your hair like a giddy school girl. You’re used to nicknames from Eddie, you’re like 98% sure he hasn’t said your actual name since meeting you. But this one just hits different.

Before a retort can leave your mouth a car pulls down the driveway and parks beside Eddies near the garage. Out stepping a fully awake Nancy, a pep in her step as she makes her way around her car to grab her stuff out the back, followed by a tired Robin, hair askew, shirt inside out and backwards and a travel mug that looks suspiciously like one of Nancy’s.

Those two have been dancing around each other for a year now, they’re pretty much already dating except for the label and of course the acknowledgment that they do in fact like each other. Steve constantly tries to meddle, he brings it up with Robin whenever Nancy gets up to grab a drink from the kitchen or something but Robin shuts him down, he lets out a grumble about ‘clueless idiots’ as he watches the girls share googly eyes at each other.

Not that Steve has the right to play match maker. You’ve noticed he has the exact same chemistry with Eddie and yet he refuses to acknowledge it. Taking on the same defensive attitude as Robin when someone brings it up.

Eddie is a question mark wrapped in leather and denim. He’s good at hiding his true feelings behind the brick wall he built up in high school and no matter how hard you try to chip away at it you can’t pull it down completely.

That’s not to say he’s closed off entirely. In a lot of ways he wears his emotions on his sleeve. Especially when he’s playing music, either practicing on his bed or letting loose on stage, that’s the closest you’ve come to seeing how passionate and expressive he can be.

“Morning everybody,” Nancy greets, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag on her shoulder. “Ready for a fun weekend?”

A series of groans from you, Eddie and Robin is her only response as she lets out a chuckle and moves to the back of the car to throw in her bags.

“Nice mug, Buckley.” You tease as she walks over, she narrows her eyes and shoves herself between you and Eddie, the latter letting out a displeased sound of protest, a small smug smile tugs at her lips at her little payback.

“Nancy made me coffee,” she gives you a look that tells you to shut the fuck up it’s too early for this. You playfully headbutt her shoulder, you can tease her later at the campsite.

Steve and Nancy finished packing the car while the three of you engaged in tired conversation, interspersed with yawning and sniffling from the cold.

Finally at 6:05am it was time to hit the road.

Nancy sat in the passenger side beside Steve, already holding a map and a notebook of the handwritten directions as a back up because maps can be confusing. Robin took the centre row, squeezing in between the door and the blankets, she undoes a bit of Steve’s hard work as she unfolds a blanket and tucks herself in, falling asleep almost instantly. Now that’s impressive.

You and Eddie take the back, him against the far left and you to the far right. In the middle sits a plastic bag of snacks Eddie bought the night before at the gas station. You try not to over think the fact that most of the snacks are your favourites. Purely coincidental you’re sure.

You let out a small sigh as you get comfortable, surprised by how there’s more space back here then you thought. As Steve pulls away from his house Nancy turns on the radio, it takes her a few minutes to find one that’s not playing the morning news and finally lands on a station playing pop, much to Eddie’s displeasure.

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An hour into the drive and you feel your eyes start to droop, too early to hold a proper conversation with Eddie you both just sat in comfortable silence.

Eddie takes notice of your head falling forward and snapping back when it wakes you up and let’s out a silent laugh, as much as he finds the display adorable he can’t help but want to help you.

He moves the bag of half eaten snacks to floor and reaches over to the middle row to grab a blanket and pillow, mindful not to wake Robin, she’s like a slumbering dragon and he does not want to deal with the wrath.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he gently taps your shoulder, not wanting to scare you but you still jump in your seat anyway, head instantly turning toward him eyes wide and alarmed. “Easy girl, just me,” his voice smooth but you take note of the playful smirk.

Smart ass.

“Can I help you?” You sass back, not able to stop the smile twitching of your lips at his amused expression.

“You wanna rest on my lap?” He asks, dangling the blanket and pillow between you to emphasise his question.

“Huh?” You’re genuinely unable to understand the question, your brain slow and foggy from fatigue.

Eddie feels a warmth spread through his chest from seeing that empty look in your eyes, clearing his throat to try and distract himself from where his train of thought is going he tries asking again but slower.

“You’re falling asleep, babe,” he states the obvious, voice low as to not gain the attention from the other passengers. “If you fall asleep in that position you’re gonna hurt your neck so why not lay your head on my lap? I guarantee it’ll be more comfortable.”

Babe is a never before used nickname, that and the slow tone of voice he’s using is having a strange effect on your tired brain. Unable to form a coherent sentence you just nod.

Eddie takes a second to compose himself, wanting nothing more then to pull you onto his lap and make you ride him in front of all your shared friends. He’s shocked at how quickly you’ve managed to turn him on, he’s seen you get like this many times before and has always managed to contain himself, he blames the early morning.

“Come ‘ere, baby,” his voice soft and sweet as he leans over to unclick your seatbelt, falling easily into a personality he usually keeps reserved for the one night stands he pulls into the back of his van or in the alleyway behind the hideout.

You let Eddie gently manhandle you until you’re laying down, head on the pillow facing his stomach, a little surprised you can lay this way. Weirdly spacious car.

You’re already falling asleep by the time Eddie starts combing his fingers through your hair, humming something that sounds suspiciously like your favourite song. The overall feeling of security and warmth lulls you to sleep before you can start to overthink things.

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Eddie feels the exact moment you fall asleep, the tension instantly leaving your body, your head feeling a little heavier on his lap. He continues to run his fingers through your hair allowing himself to indulge just a little bit.

The last few months have been difficult for him to say to the least. After the chaotic and traumatising events of the Upside Down he found himself clinging to you and the rest of the group.

You were a year beneath him but of course graduated before him. You were always kind and friendly but never went out of your way to befriend him. He doesn’t take that too personally, you never really went out of your way to befriend anyone.

You spent most days at school either at the library or outside, reading and drawing. You’ve always been content with you’re own company and he’s more sure now that if the events of the previous years hadn’t basically forced you all together you probably wouldn’t have friends.

Every time there’s a bump in the road he lets out a grimace and tries to keep you steady as not to wake you, but apart from a soft murmur here and there you’re completely out of it.

He take this opportunity to trace over your facial features, brushing the pad of his fingers lightly over any of the blemishes and imperfections you always try to cover up, he smiles as you subconsciously seek out his touch, moving your face closer to the palm of his hand. He takes note of a small scar on your forehead near your hairline, it’s an old scar one you most likely got fighting some interdimensional nightmare. He presses his thumb over it, feeling the small bump.

The distant chatter from the front seat pulls his attention from you momentarily. The conversation between Steve and Nancy too soft for him to hear but the sound of Steve’s voice is what grabbed his attention.

The reason he’s been having such a hard time lately is because he feels himself being pulled in two directions.

There’s you: his sweet, soft, shy girl, full of sass and innocence. It’s a strange combination but you make it work. He found himself falling easily for you, how could he not?

Then there’s Steve: his big, brave, boyish jock, full of sass and poor life choices. The thoughts of Steve kept him up at night. Not cause he was attracted to a guy, he’s known for sometime he’s bisexual, no it’s because he’s attracted to Steve.

Steve never outwardly made his life hell in high school, there was the looks of disgust, he’s pretty sure that’s just a reflex that all jocks have when looking at someone whose not of their standard though, there was the few times that Steve shoved passed him when walking down opposite directions of the corridor and of course there were times when he overheard Steve and his brainless drones laughing in his direction. But that was pretty tame compared to what others did. Steve eventually did apologise for everything and it was easy to forgive him seeing how much he has changed since high school.

The first few months were filled with denial, denial, denial.

Denial that King Steve was actually a decent guy.

Denial that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington actually started treating him as his equal with genuine care and respect.

Denial that he was attracted to Steve, his new found friend.

He’s accepted it now, no point in denying it.

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It’s been two hours since leaving Hawkins and there’s still another half hour to go.

Eddie fell asleep about twenty minutes after you, his hand buried in your hair as he rests his head on his other hand.

A particularly large bump in the road results in his head slipping off his hand and thwacking against the window.

He let’s out a small grunt as he gently tries to move the position his legs are in, they’re starting to ache a bit. Unfortunately moving his lower half shifts your head forward a bit until it’s laying directly over his crotch making him hyper aware of the predicament he finds himself in.

He gently reaches down and moves your head back onto the pillow and tries to think of something, anything else.

Unfortunately his brief dream was filled with the image of Steve’s head buried between your legs while he fucked his tight ass.

He subconsciously tightens his grip on your hair and pushes your head gently down, briefly helping the pressure. He runs his other hand over his face and rubs at his eyes trying to properly wake himself up, still trying to conjure up something unpleasant to help him out, much to his horror he feels you start to move.

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Letting out a soft sigh of contentment, you slowly open your eyes only to be met with the material of Eddie’s Black Sabbath band tee. Directing your gaze further up north you can’t help but smile at how at ease Eddie looks while asleep.

His head tucked against his hand, a small curve to his lips that lets you know he either fell asleep smiling or is having a nice dream.

You move to get more comfortable, your shoulder starting to ache due to the long duration you’ve spent on your side, but you immediately stop when you hear a soft groan from above you.

As you move your head slightly you realise why; Eddie is hard. You bite your lip to hold in your own noises, not knowing how to go about this. You’re mind is still cloudy and you feel slightly guilty but you can’t help but nuzzle down more, making his hips grind up slightly and his breathing start to pick up. You blame the early morning start to your slight boldness.

You silently curse and feign sleep when Steve’s horrendous driving causes you to jostle against Eddie. You hear a thud followed by a groan, and if you weren’t faking sleep you’d probably laugh and sarcastically (although genuinely) offer to kiss it better. He shifts his legs causing your head to move, his whole body tenses up and you know he’s awake now.

You wait with baited breath for him to make a move, you know Eddie has a pervy side, you’ve noticed the dirty mags peaking out from under his bed and the flash of colourful ladies undergarments as Eddie quickly shoved them into his drawer out of sight. What you fail to notice is that they’re yours.

He didn’t technically steal them, you left them at his place when you slept over and he’s just never returned them.

You bite down on your bottom lip when you feel Eddie hand take on a tight grip in your hair, the action awakening something inside you that you’ve never felt, you risk a peak and see that Eddie’s eyes are scrunched up and firmly closed as he runs a hand down his face. In your hazy mind that’s the only sign you need.

Slowly as not to draw to much attention and startle Eddie you slightly move your head back, the hand rubbing his face goes still and you’re not entirely sure but it looks like he’s holding his breath.

You summon all your courage and reach up to gently press your hand against the undeniable bulge in his black sweatpants.

Eddie let’s out a startled hiss as his eyes snap down to you, he gives you a questioning look filled with warning and confusion but you can also see lust in those big brown eyes.

He gives a barely noticeable nod, and if you weren’t hyper aware of the situation you wouldn’t even see it.

Your confidence grows at his unspoken permission, you lean over and place a small experimental kiss on the bulge just firm enough that he can just feel it. He lets out the breath he was holding through his nose and loosens his grip in your hair just slightly.

He briefly looks up towards the front to make sure no one had caught on, doing a quick scan he sees Robin still dead to the world while Steve hums along to the radio, thumbs drumming a beat on the steering wheel and Nancy’s head buried in her makeshift notes, it’s almost time to go off road to the camp ground so she’s double checking.

When he’s satisfied no one is any wiser to the situation he lightly tugs on your hair before moving to massage your scalp a bit. A sign to continue.

You ever so slowly you grip the waistband of his pants and briefs, thankfully Eddie lifts his hips a little so you can pull down his sweats and release his cock, you’re rewarded with a quiet relieved groan.

This is the first time you’ve ever seen someone’s dick this close. You’re not a virgin but your first, and only, time was a quick disappointment full of regrets.

Eddie cock is impressive to say the least, thick and heavy, above average with a large vein going from the tip right to the base. You feel your mouth water and an increased urge to trace the vein with your tongue.

You’re brought out of your lust filled thoughts by Eddie pulling your head back, his expression mixed between hunger and frustration.

“Don’t tease me, Princess,” he voice is dark, though barely above a whisper you can still hear and feel the authority from it.

You clench your thighs together at his tone before leaning forward and taking the tip in your mouth, Eddie groans a little louder then before, but still quiet enough not to be heard, and grinds his hips up causing you to take in a little more of his cock.

He gives your hair another firm tug and you get the memo, you lean down and take as much of his cock that you possibly can without gagging, unfortunately having no practice you accidentally graze your teeth over the underside, the feeling startles Eddie and his hips snap forward making you gag.

You pull off suddenly with Eddie’s assistance, eyes watering but thankfully you don’t fall into a coughing fit. Steve and Nancy who are in a deep conversation about gas prices take no notice of the sounds coming from the back.

Eddie gives a small apologetic smile as he wipes the tears from your eyes but you notice the way his cock twitches when he brings his wet thumb to lips, his apologetic smile being replaced with something different, more… dark?

Eddie directs your mouth back to his cock using the tight hold he has in your hair, you obediently open and remember to cover your teeth with your lips the best you can. He slowly moves your head until he’s almost completely down your throat, you close your eyes and focus on your gag reflex as he pulls you half way off his cock before moving you down more forcefully.

You relax your throat more as he moves his other hand below your jaw and starts to take on a more powerful pace, you start to let out choked sounds that are thankfully drowned out by the music.

You spare a glance at Eddie, his bottom lip between his teeth, face red and breath coming out in harsh pants, but he doesn’t seem so remorseful as he tightens his grip and uses your throat like a fleshlight. He’s surprisingly more controlled vocally then you’ve imagined. Being a naturally loud person you assumed he’d have more trouble keeping his moans in.

Your head starts to empty of any coherent thoughts, you’re breathing through your nose but it still doesn’t feel like there’s enough air in your lungs but you can’t find it in yourself to panic because you trust Eddie. You know he’ll take care of you.

There’s spit and dribble all over your face and on his pants but it only seems to endear him as the sight makes him fuck harder and deeper down your throat.

“G-gonna cum,” his barely audible words are the only warning you receive before he’s pushing your head all the way down his cock until your nose touches his pubic bone.

You can feel his cock bulging in your throat, you squeeze your eyes shut and harshly grab at his thighs trying not to gag, thankfully it only lasts a few seconds before you feel his warm cum painting your throat.

Either he’s too fucked out to notice or just enjoys seeing you struggle, probably both, but his dick has blocked your airway and you can feel how hot your face is getting as your mind starts to going even more hazy.

You tap his stomach a few times to grab his attention and that seems to do the trick, he quickly pulls your head off his softening cock causing you to cough a little as you catch your breath.

Unfortunately this catches Nancy’s attention.

“Is everything alright?” Nancy’s soft voice startles you but luckily you’re completely hidden but the middle row, only Eddie is in view.

“Yeah,” you quickly try to clean your face using Eddie’s shirt, the man in question shooting you an amused glance, unable to see how you look without a mirror you sit up and rub your eyes hoping it looks more like you just woke up and not like you were just throat fucked, “jus’ got something in my throat.” You fake a yawn and Nancy seems to buy it.

“Do you need a drink?” She asks, ever the worrier, she’s leaning over the back and pulling a bottle of water out of the cooler before you even have a chance to answer her.

You reach over the middle aisle and grab the chilled bottle, sending her a thankful look, “Thanks, boss,” you grin at her playful eye roll and fall back against the seat.

You sneak a look over at Eddie who has his eyes trained out the window looking at scenery, a barely there smirk on his lips. He’s tucked himself away but there’s still a dark patch where your spit is yet to dry.

Being barely 8:30am you can’t find it in yourself to overthink what all this means right now, so you turn and look out the window as the car turns down a dirt road down to the campsite.

Both you and Eddie miss the harsh grip on the steering wheel and the dark look in Steve’s eyes as he glances at you both in the rear view mirror, having just witnessed most of what happened.

One thing’s for sure: this is going to be one interesting camping trip.

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obi-wkenobi · 2 years

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🔁 💘🤩 ✨ 💯 for the fic rec ask game (omg I chose 5... It's just that I started recently reading obikin so I'm craving as many good fics as possible and I'd love your recs)

You can only answer to one if it's too many, thank you in advance! Hope you have an amazing day 💙

Hi, anon! Welcome to the fandom.🥰 I absolutely do not mind answering all five because who doesn't love gushing about all the incredible fics in this fandom??

🔁 A fic you’ve re-read several times:

I've reread all the fics I recommend, but lately I've reread 'everything that you want me to' by ohdearest all the time, like every few days. For me, this fic perfectly encapsulates how I believe Anakin wants to be loved and taken care of, and why Obi-Wan is the perfect person to do that. The prose is beautiful and the tension and intimacy that the author was able to create in only 1.2k is amazing.

💘 A fic you couldn't stop reading once you started:

'Home' by skyl_tales. I'm not usually one for time travel fics, but as soon as I saw the tag 'accidental sugar daddy Obi-Wan' I knew I had to give it a read, and as soon as I started I couldn't stop. I love it when authors are brave enough to challenge the stereotype of Obi-Wan as a perfect Jedi and show that he is flawed just like everyone else. I hadn't yet read an Obikin story with a plot quite like this, nor have I since, and I'm so glad that I gave it a go. Brilliant writing with interesting character arcs!

🤩 A fic that made you SLAM that “subscribe” button:

'Untouchable' by Blu3sc0rpion. On my first read through of the Obikin tag I gave this fic a miss because the tags are a bit darker than what I usually read, but on my second go through and when I really wanted to read something new I decided to give it a go. THANK THE FORCE. It has since become one of my favourite Obikin fics ever and I subscribed to it immediately. Sadly it hasn't been updated in a while, but I don't care because what we already have is impeccable. This fic is angst and heartbreak and sob into your pillow pain, whilst also being tender and intimate and so very, very hot. Do you want to read about an obsessive love that you can see is destroying our dear boys but you can't look away because it's somehow so good?! Do you want to see them snarl at each other, have some of the honest to god hottest smut that I've ever read and then share a shatteringly intimate moment just minutes later? Read this fic (but please also check out the tags beforehand because there is some very hard stuff to read here).

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time:

I've already answered this here, but I'm definitely going to recommend something else! 'Walking the fine line' by cupiscent. There is a subdued tension throughout this fic that I have never seen captured elsewhere, as if one were to dig too deep, press too hard, then something will explode and overwhelm both the readers and the characters. I love that the author doesn't explicitly state anything sexual and they let the reader fill in the blanks; it contributes to the amazing atmosphere. It is so sensual and I could only dream of one day writing like this. Every time I reread this fic I'm in awe over how well the author understands these characters and how they are able to say so much about them without explicitly stating every single thought. It is subtle and nuanced and interweaved with the most beautiful prose. Gods, I'm going to have to go and reread it again.

💯 A fic that makes you think #writergoals:

Literally anything written by @treescape. I like my Obikin in a certain dynamic, but Trees is one of the handful of writers where I will read any Obikin fic they post, no matter the dynamic. Trees' prose is incomparable, it's beautiful and accomplished, and I'm always in awe over how they can create such incredible tension in shorter fics. Whenever I'm writing and I go off on an introspective tangent, I'll always reread one of Trees' work to remind myself that sometimes saying less really is saying more. I can't pick one fic, so here are three (including a series) that I adore: 'hands on,' 'to touch the light, darkest,' and 'full and want.'

From this ask game. 💙

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extravaguk · 3 years

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pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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In No Mood for Games

This fic is part of @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone’s “Aud’s Writing Challenge” aka “The Make Me Horny Challenge”. This is my second entry in this very fun, very hot challenge! Hope you enjoy this one too, Audrey! 😉

It will also cover two of my spaces on my bingo card for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Any Fandom Kink Squares Filled:

Breath Play & Hair Pulling

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,320

Summary: Y/N has wanted him for weeks, but he's ignored her. But her timing might be right tonight.

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. Not even really PWP, there's pretty much no plot here. Dom!Deanmon. Demon!Dean being pretty savage. Dirty talk. Demeaning language. Spanking (just a bit). Fingering. Face fucking. Cumshot (facial). Hair pulling. Breath play.

A/N: Since I can’t include the hot af gif that the beautiful Audrey sent me for this challenge, I have included a gif that relates slightly to this story, namely a gif of Demon!Dean.

But the parts of the fic that directly describe the naughty gif Audrey sent will be in italics.

A/N 2: So this is the first time I've ever written Demon!Dean, and the first time I've ever written anything as dark as this. Dean is not sweet here in any way, he's all Dom!Deanmon, so be warned. Also, please be kind (you always are!) since I've never tried something quite like this before. 😬👀

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Read the warnings!

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Y/N wasn't really sure how she'd ended up here, it had all happened so suddenly and so abruptly. But she definitely didn't want to be anywhere else.

She had been watching him tonight when he walked angrily down the stairs that led from the hotel rooms above. But then, she was always watching him.

The little blonde waitress he'd been screwing around with for a while had come down twenty minutes before him, obviously upset. She left The Black Spur minutes after that.

Now the man Y/N had been quietly stalking for the past two weeks was sitting at the bar and knocking back shots like they were water.

Maybe tonight was her chance.

She had no idea who he was, or why she was so drawn to him. But from the moment he and the short British guy had come in through the doors together weeks ago, she'd wanted him. Desperately.

She'd tried to get his attention a few times, but he never took the bait. She'd sidled up close to him at the bar a couple of times, she'd sent him a drink, she'd worn every low cut top and tight, tiny skirt she owned trying to entice him, but no dice.

Tonight she wore a skin tight, mostly see through white top and a short, pink, flippy skirt that twirled enticingly around the tops of her thighs.

She was determined to get him tonight. She had wet dreams about him night after night, and she felt like if she didn't fuck him, he might haunt her dreams forever.

She took the absence of the blonde waitress as a sign that now was the time to take matters a step further and try initiating an actual conversation with him.

With that as a plan, she approached him at the bar and sat down beside him. As he had every other night, he ignored her completely. She swallowed hard and barreled ahead anyway.

"Looks like you're having a rough night."

The man threw his next shot back and slammed the glass down on the bar, signaling for another. When he still ignored her, she decided to go all in; she laid her hand on his forearm.

The muscles under her hand tensed and the man slowly turned his head, finally making eye contact with her. What she saw in their forest green depths made her shiver. There was something so dark and dangerous there, so beautifully terrifying.

"Excuse me?" He asked, his deep voice intoxicating even in two words. His expression showed mostly disdain, but something in her wouldn't let her back down.

"I was just saying it looked like you were having a rough night."

The man swept his gaze up and down her body, coming back to rest on her face.

"So?" he asked.

"So," Y/N cleared her throat. "I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it."

The man looked at her for nearly a full minute, his eyes once again scanning her body, lingering over some parts, and brushing past others. It was as though he was studying her, dissecting her. It was incredibly unnerving and unbelievably hot.

Finally he licked his lips, an action that had Y/N's panties flooded again. He shook his head.

"No, I don't wanna talk. I wanna fuck."

Y/N's jaw dropped open and her stomach muscles and core muscles tightened.

He lifted his chin toward her and spoke in a nonchalant manner. "Can I fuck you?"

Y/N floundered, her mouth opening and closing several times.

He turned to face her completely and stared into her eyes so deeply, she felt like she'd already been stripped naked by him.

"I don't wanna play the game. I just wanna fuck someone. Hard. So, is that gonna be you, yes or no?"

Y/N snapped her jaw shut and nodded. Without a second's hesitation, he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her out the door.

He walked very fast and Y/N had a hard time keeping up, but he had a vice-like grip on her wrist and she somehow knew that if she fell, he'd just drag her along behind him. So, she ran quickly, glad she'd worn a pair of pink sneakers rather than heels.

After about a block they reached an empty parking garage. He pulled her after him, towards the end of the lot, where a concrete brick wall stood.

As they reached their destination, he pulled her forward and gave her a slight shove toward the wall.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall."

When Y/N stood slightly dazed for a moment, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close to him. Up close he was even more intoxicating, his scent was like a drug and she felt her head swim a little as she looked up into his perfect face.

Perfect even with the sneer that now covered it. "I've seen you, you know. Watching me, drooling over me. I know how hot you are for me." He walked her backwards until he had her pressed up against the cold stone.

He stuck his hand up under her skirt and ran his fingers over her soaked panties. "I know how badly you want me to fuck you. Like a bitch in heat." He fisted his left hand in her hair and yanked it back, causing Y/N to yelp. "So, obey, bitch."

Y/N felt the slick pooling in her panties, and all she could do was nod at him, not able to contradict a single thing he said. She did want him so desperately, she was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her.

He released her with another small shove.

"Turn. Around." He said, each word precise.

Y/N turned and placed her palms flat on the wall, her breathing shallow and rapid. She felt him come up behind her and grab hold of her hips, slamming her back against the hard cock she could feel through her skirt and his jeans.

His lips fluttered against her neck as he whispered to her. "Are you gonna take this cock? Like a good little whore?"

Y/N whimpered and nodded.

"Say it." he demanded.

"Yes. I'll take your cock. Please." Y/N begged as she pushed her ass back against him. But he just raised her skirt easily and landed a hard slap to her ass.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, whore. Who owns you?" His palm came down again, stinging and shooting heat straight to her core.

Y/N was so desperate for him to touch her, to rub his fingers along her aching cunt, to have him fill her completely with the huge cock she could feel pressed against her, she could barely even understand what he was asking her.

But another hard slap brought enough sharp pain that Y/N was able to form an answer. "You. You own me."

"That's right. You're my good little whore, aren't you?"

Y/N nodded and he slapped the other cheek, hard and heavy. "Say, it bitch! Tell me you're my good little whore."

Y/N sucked in a breath. "I'm a good little whore." Another crack from his massive palm made her amend her words. "I mean, I'm your good little whore."

He ran both his hands over her burning ass cheeks. "That's my good slut. You will obey what I tell you, do you understand?"

Y/N nodded and then quickly answered. "Yes, I understand."

"Good."

At that he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled them back, while pressing his hand into the middle of her back, forcing her to bend, her ass sticking out.

He pushed her flimsy skirt up and merely pushed her thong aside as he drove two fingers into her. Y/N screamed out her pleasure at finally feeling him inside her. "Oh, god! Please, fuck - more, more!"

He pulled his fingers out. "Shut up, slut. You'll take what I give you and you'll take it quietly, you understand?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry, please?"

He kicked her feet apart and pushed three fingers into her body. "Fuck me. My little slut," he said, his voice darkly pleased. "you're dripping onto my hand. Do you know who does that? Greedy little whores."

He crooked his fingers inside her and Y/N bit down on her lip trying desperately not to scream as he pressed repeatedly on the soft spongy spot inside her.

She couldn't contain a deep, harsh moan as her orgasm overtook her. She gritted her teeth, trying hard not to scream and disobey him. But then just as she was coming down he pressed against the spot again, while his thumb circled her clit over and over and her second orgasm hit and she couldn't help the scream that issued from her throat.

His right hand came up and wrapped around her throat, strangling off the scream.

"If you can't shut up, I'll make you shut up."

She felt him line himself up at her entrance before he slammed into her so hard, she lurched forward into the wall, popping him out of her cunt.

He came up right behind her, and rammed himself back in. Bending his knees slightly, he pushed in and out of her quickly, keeping himself pressed up tight against her ass and not pulling out very far before slamming himself home, rocking her body in a continuous, hard and fast rhythm.

He wrapped his left hand further up her throat and squeezed with both hands. Y/N could feel her climax building as the lack of oxygen made dark spots begin to move around the edges of her vision.

Just as she was sure she was going to pass out, he let go and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling out and slamming into her so hard, it felt like he was ripping her apart. The harshness of his thrusts combined with the oxygen returning in a rush to her lungs and brain, gave Y/N the biggest and longest orgasm she'd ever experienced.

She screamed again, and knew she'd pay for it, but she couldn't have stopped it.

As she came down from the high, he spun her around to face him and then pushed her down on her knees. She landed hard on the concrete and felt it scrape her skin.

But she didn't even have time to gasp because the moment her knees hit the ground, he was prying open her jaw and ramming his cock down her throat.

She gagged on it again and again. But he was merciless, he held her head in both his massive hands and wouldn't let her move away.

"Maybe this will shut you up. Huh? Can't talk around my cock in your mouth, can you, bitch?"

Y/N felt the saliva and tears dripping down her cheeks as he pressed deep down the back of her throat, holding her face tight to the base of his cock. Again as her vision began to waver, he pulled out and Y/N coughed and choked as ropey strings of spit and precum kept her mouth connected to his dick.

She pulled in gulping breaths before he pushed himself back in, hitting the back of her throat again and pulling all the way out, slowly.

Y/N swallowed quickly, loving the taste of his saltiness on her tongue. He moved in and out of her mouth a half dozen more times, smoothly and slowly before he pulled out completely.

He twisted her hair in his fist again and pulled it hard, arching her neck and forcing her head back. He smacked his dick against her cheek and then tapped it against her lips.

"Open your mouth, whore. This is what you've been wanting. Take it."

He pumped his cock twice and ropes of hot cum shot across her face, falling into her mouth, where she swallowed it up quickly, licking it from her lips as he yanked her head back again while he pumped his cock with his other hand, his hips bucking, balls slapping against her chin.

With a final groan and a shudder, he let go of Y/N's hair and stepped back.

As she kneeled there, covered in his cum, still shuddering from her own incredible climax, he put his cock back in his pants and pulled them back up over his ass, which was as far as he'd undressed.

Unsure of what else to do, and already missing the fullness of his cock inside her, Y/N stood up and tried to wipe her face off with her shirt the best she could.

He started to walk away and she called out to him.

"Wait! I don't even know your name."

He walked back to her, pushing into her personal space until she was pressed up against the wall again.

His eyes sparkled bright green above her before they blinked black for just a second. Y/N gasped, already sure that it had just been a trick of the dim light of the garage.

"The name is Dean. And it's too bad I didn't pay attention to you till tonight. We could have been having weeks of fun." He sighed. "But now, I gotta leave."

He pressed his plump, soft lips against her neck for a moment before he opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into her skin hard enough that she gasped in pain and could feel a little blood trickle down, staining her white shirt.

Her inner walls clenched at the pain and pleasure his mouth was bringing her. He pulled back and grinned at her expression of ecstasy.

His voice was all gravel and wickedness. "Obviously, I picked the wrong girl to fuck at The Black Spur." With that he patted her cheek and disappeared into the darkness.

Y/N's dreams were never free of the green-eyed man named Dean, and his black-eyed sins. The heat and pleasure of him haunted her all the rest of her days.

And she wouldn't have traded a moment of it.

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melk917 · 2 years

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Kinktober Round Up!

So, I started this challenge late and on a whim with the goal of producing lots of smut quickly, and without putting pressure on myself to make it perfect. I wanted the practice to both get comfortable with writing sex as explicit as possible and speeding up my process.

And I think it was pretty helpful! I have to say, my brain has definitely rotted from an excess of filth, but it was SO much fun, and I've had a great time getting to know other writers! The plan is to keep pushing on all fronts here, filth and otherwise! (Just maybe at a slower pace, ha.)

So, if you're interested in more numbers because you're like me and a data nerd... fun facts and future plans below the cut!

# of stories: 18 total, so more than half the days! Not bad, given that I only decided to start doing these on the 7th. It helps that I was laid up in bed for 2 weeks with an injury and had all the time in the world before & after work to write.

# of words: 35,305 (?!)

# pages: All together, my Google Doc for stories + notes came to 86 pages. This includes some of the ones I have outlined but still haven't written, so stay tuned!

Characters involved: Lol a paltry 3: Barba (16 stories), Nevada (1), Paul (1). Don't worry, Jackson will be first up for the post-October smut!

There was a little more balance in reader-types: 12 female & 6 gender-neutral. And one with a whiff of Barisi.

Most popular by notes: So two ways to slice this:

On an absolute scale, Angry Sex (Day 9) comes in first with 69 notes (lols). I wondered about why this one vs some of the other earlier ones... was it the timing of posting? Was it that it was more tied-in to the actual SVU storyline? Are people just into angry sex more than others? Lol, let me know if you had opinions here.

But if we look at it on a notes/days posted scale: Teasing (Day 28) comes in first with 20 notes/day (vs Angry Sex's 3). I see you're all just as hot as I am for a little sexy, slow dance, lolll

My fav: Omg I'm not sure?? So in terms of concept, my favs are Daddy, the Grandmaster, Teasing, and Window Sex. But I also love the soft birthday sex because I love soft, sleepy Barba?? And Choking was a ton of fun? Tbh I can't choose just one.

Kinktober still to come: Wooo! So many that I didn't have time for or missed because I started late. Almost Getting Caught will be up first here, followed by Teasing Part 2.

Almost Getting Caught: You + Jackson Neill in the library stacks

Teasing Part 2: If you had been hoping the actual sex after they worked each other up on the dance floor, you're in luck and you can thank @thatesqcrush for pushing for the continuation

Thigh riding + Praise kink + Nylons/Tights (postponed from 10/22): Follow up to Being Recorded. You're back from your conference and Barba requests the lingerie from the video.

Facesitting: “Punishing” Barba for wandering hands at an event. Tie his hands to the bed and edge him until he begs and then ride his face/let him jerk himself off

Hair pulling: Maybe 5 + 1 with Barba, 5 times you did it w/out thinking and one time you did it intentionally?

Spanking: Barba teaches you a lesson for teasing him all night

Next focus: The Full Ratchet

Chapter 1, "The Warm Intro": When a victim recants last minute to enter into a business deal with her attacker, Barba and the SVU team turn to you to help uncover others who can come forward and put the serial predator away. That is, if you and the ADA can put your egos aside long enough to get anything done.

MK Notes: So, in a perfect world, I would have this finished before Christmas so I can do some holiday shorts that happen in this universe but TBD because that feels terrifyingly ambitious? But it's the goal since I have notes for both a very short Christmas story and a longer NYE one! Still to come:

Chapter 2 "The Pitch": You take the SVU squad and Barba back to school to find more victims.

Chapter 3 "Due Diligence": Evidence is gathered. Arrests are made. You and the ADA strike a truce of sorts.

Chapter 4 "Term Sheet Negotiations": Charlie Randolph is on trial, but it's not all smooth sailing.

Chapter 5 "Liquidity Preference Function": You and Barba finally get that drink. For context on the drink, see Kinktober Day 15

#kinktober #MK thots #MK thoughts #rafael barba #law and order svu #svu #law and order svu fic #rafael barba x reader #trouble in the heights #nevada ramirez x reader #dopesick hulu #paul mendelssohn x reader #the full ratchet

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somedaytakethetime · 2 years

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I was trying to sleep but got a fever instead of the much needed rest I sought. I also got plagued by visions of this until my brain was shouting 'just write it out instead, who needs sleep anyway??' so... join me in my madness? And also? This is, as always, dedicated to my cursed wife/smut test subject Alex (@capitanodavide), hi BABE! Here in the fic about dancing some dirty tango with Nicolò Zaniolo that no one asked for... there's feels too because I'm not completely heartless.

Warnings: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED! DO NOT READ THIS IN ANY PLACE SOCIETY MIGHT JUDGE YOU FOR. Bless, I know we all want to be wild and free and all but don't get fired please. <3

There rest of the stuff I've written is here

The first time it happens it's at a club. You're there for some party you got unwillingly dragged to, and he's there because who knows? Not like he told you, or tells you much at all that night actually. You don't even know how you met, or how long it took until you ended up at that storage room at the back of the club. You, pushed up against the door, him on his knees, your legs wrapped around his neck as he slowly tears you apart with his sinful lips, deep brown eyes starring at you the whole time. Later, you'll blame it on the one drink you had, how charming he was, and how hot you found him. Much later you'll realise none of those were the reason for you to let him have you hours after having just met.

The second time it happens it's at his club. They are playing against your team at their stadium, and you, like the good, supportive fan you are, travel to go watch your team play and hope they win to make it worth your trip. You spotted him before the game, and, to your surprise, he spotted you too. The whole game felt like foreplay, like you're dancing some teasing, flirty waltz. He locked eyes with you the whole time he destroyed your team, you're beyond livid, and he can tell too. As soon as he noticed you there, supporting the opposition, he knew he wanted you. Again. Usually, Nicky doesn't do second chances like that, but something about you draws him in. Also? His ego is telling him to claim you, while he's wearing his kit, and you the rival team's jersey. Some other man's name on your back. It makes him angry to see it, so he feels the need to remind you why you should switch teams. You're still lurking around after the game is over. You should be leaving, nearly everyone else has, but something keeps you here. You know what it is when you see Nicolò down a hallway looking at you, expectantly, a jerk of his head telling you to follow him. You know you should leave now, after everything he's just put your team through you should never look at him again, but you're hopeless, so you follow him. Once again, ending up at some storage room, in the exact same position as last time. You want to blame this one on his skilled mouth and maybe his attractiveness, but that sounds silly even to your own ears.

The third time is at a party. You have no idea why he's here, but this is probably the most random group of people you've ever seen together, so you're almost not surprised he's here. He seems to be everywhere since you started whatever this is. You've been eyeing each other all night, but this time you don't think it'll happen. He's been flirting with other girls and it's pissing you off, so you start ignoring him and pay more attention to this guy that's chatting with you now. He's handsome, sure, and he seems delightful to talk to, yes, but.... he's not Nicky. No one really is. Nicolò is very magnetic, you feel his pull every time you're near him, but he's not interested tonight, and you're damned if you're going to let that affect you. You leave for a few minutes, trying to find a bathroom somewhere in this house, when an arm pulls you into a room and locks the door. You're angry to see him, and his smirk only makes it worse. You want to smack him, tell him to find someone else, but instead you take control this time. Revert your positions from the previous meetings. Tonight it's going to be him against the door, you on your knees showing him why you're better than all the others he flirted with, your eyes starring into his the whole time as he falls apart at your hands.

You're surprised when your phone rings tonight. Even more surprised when you see the caller ID. Since when did you get his number? When did he put it in your phone? All your meetings have been so hazy that you have no clue how this would have happened. You almost don't want to answer, but curiosity is killing you, so you do. His voice sounds like sin in your ear as soon as you've touched that button, you're so distracted by it you forget what you wanted to say. You're taken back by his words too, he doesn't seem like the kind to invite girls out for dinner. Somehow that doesn't match his aura in your mind. This feels a lot like him putting effort into something, and he does seem like the type for that. You give him a flat no and hang up, you're not even sure why or what got into you, but something about this made you angry. The phone rings again almost as soon as you've hung up, you answer once more and he informs you he'll continue to call every 5 seconds until you agree. You tease that you don't believe it, so he teases for you to try him. You hang up once more, and, again, he calls you. You're laughing this time and so is he, his laugh sounds delightful and cheery, you realise you've never heard him laugh in the times you've been together. You realise you know virtually nothing about him other than he's a total tease, he's good with his mouth, and he's incredibly gifted in a specific sizing department. You want to know more about him, see if you can make him laugh again, so you accept his offer. Give him your address like he requests, and try to get ready in the 15 minutes he gives you as head-start. He said nothing fancy but you have no clue where you're going so you put on a nice dress you always feel amazing in, fix your hair as best as you can, and put on some light makeup. You're trying to figure out which shoes to wear when you hear the door bell, so you just take the first pair of heels you find and run to the door while putting them on. He's in a t-shirt and grey joggers, his hair is a mess and he smirks as soon as you open the door. Tells you you look lovely but you really didn't need the whole fancy treatment because you're dining at his house. He drives you to his home, welcomes you into his space, makes you feel safe and comfortable. You watch him cook for you, feeling something growing in your stomach other than hunger, you eat together at his table. The whole time has been lovely, it's comforting and safe, he's different here, no longer the teasing, overly confident dude you've seen before. As he shares stories and jokes with you, you see him as human for the first time, and the feeling in your stomach grows more restless. You've allowed this man to tear you apart, you've done the same to him, but you realise now you hadn't seen him before. You hadn't seen his smile, hadn't heard his laugh, didn't know he had jokes. You also haven't even seen him fully naked or in proper lighting either, always in shabby and poorly light places both fully clothed. He was never a real person before, but he's starting to become one now. Nicky clears the plates and does the dishes in front of you, as you sit on his counter top, your shoes long forgotten at his door because you didn't need to be fancy like he said. He cleans his hands when he's done and walks over to you, caging you with his much larger body, asks how you liked the food and what you thought of your date. Looks at you, with his mysterious dark eyes, waiting for an answer, and you feel a different pang of hunger mix with that other feeling disturbing the peace inside you. Nicolò kisses you, for the first time on the lips, you realise. He's kissed your neck before, bitten your earlobe, kissed your thighs and went even higher, but he never kissed your mouth. You've bitten at his neck, sucked a mark onto his collarbone, kissed a path down his stomach, but never once kissed his lips. This feels special, wholesome, loving. The feeling scares and excites you, you realise you want him. All the time, all of him.

You're desperate for it, but soon enough, he pushes you lightly, tells you that as much as he'd like to continue he's trying to be a gentleman, believe it or not. He's trying to right his wrongs, to actually give you the treatment you deserve, not the fleeting moments hidden in dusty old rooms. He helps you down from the counter, grips your waist in his strong hands, and kisses you slowly and sweetly once more. He drives you home, kisses you in the car before you leave, gets out and runs to you when you're almost inside to kiss you again, longer this time, and tells you he'll call you in the morning. You both barely sleep that night, hunger and love starting to grow inside both of you.

As you've spend time with him you learn that he's surprisingly cultured, and he's taken you everywhere from museums, to ballet, to the opera once. All of these dates feelings like they both flew by and dragged on. You're both desperate to tear at each other all these times, but he's maintained his gentleman charade. The furthest you got was the time you made out in his car as he was dropping you off, after taking you to the opera. You were both still feeling the high of the performance, how euphoric it was. He kissed you as he took off your seat belt, like he always does, but instead of leaving you climbed into his lap and kept kissing him. He didn't resist, grabbed desperately at your thighs, your hips, your waist, helped you rock a little against him as you felt his body grown affected by this too. Your broken moan snapped him out of his lusty haze, he gently pushed you back, brushed the hair out from your face, and called you devil while smirking. He helped you back into your seat, and then walked you to the door, kissing you once more, more gently and lovingly this time, promising you soon. Later you're both desperate lying in bed, feeling like a continent apart, can both barely get any rest, and are wondering how soon can soon be.

Soon, as it turns out, comes sooner than what he planned for. You're at his house again tonight, he's brought you over for dinner once more, but there's a storm he didn't plan for. The weather seemed crappy the whole day, but things took a turn for the worse as you were having dinner. The power went out midway through the meal and he told you to keep still as he leaves to search for some light, you're lucky it's winter and he has the fireplace on, that's the only small bit of light you're left with. You also feel lucky you managed to lock up everything at home, and all the shutters are closed, when Nicky comes back with a radio and some candles and tells you they are issuing warnings for everyone to stay inside, wherever they may be, until this storm passes through. The weather report said it'll be over quickly, but it'll be so powerful it's not safe to go outside. You're suddenly anxious and can't eat anymore. Nicolò feels the same, so he clears the table, and puts the left overs away for now. He's hoping you'll both be able to go back to normal soon, and you sit on the couch listening to the rain starting to fall heavily and aggressively outside. You feel scarred when you hear one loud thunder right above you and jump closer to Nicky, he wraps his arms around you, tells you he's got you, you're safe here with him, he'll never let anything bad happen to you ever.

You turn to him, look him in eyes as you both realise the full meaning of his words. He smiles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck a little, and tells you he means it. He likes you, a lot, he's liked you for a long time now, and he's been waiting for the right moment to tell you. He hoped for a better time, but this time is as good as any other he figures. You're softened by his words, you realise you like him too, a lot more than you ever expected you would, you smile and tell him that. He kisses you, softly at first but turning desperate and hungry, your need for each other almost as violent as the storm outside. You both realise you've been going too long without each other and the dam has broken now, there's nothing stopping you anymore. This time when you climb into his lap, tearing at his shirt he doesn't resist, he helps you instead. Lifting your dress up in the process, he takes it off completely and tosses it aside, takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you on top of him in nothing but lace. He kisses you even more desperately, helps you rid him of his joggers, smirks when you realise he has nothing else on now. He brushes your hair from your face, holds it gently before kissing you softly, uses his other hand to fumble with what stands between him and your nude body, you take pity on him and take it off. He pushes a little at you, just far enough so that he can take in the sight of you naked for the first time, groans and closes his eyes when you rock a little against him, unable to control yourself any longer. That brakes him, he turns desperate and a little animalistic, a growl caught in the back of his throat as he grabs your hips and pulls your closer to where he needs you. Helps you rock against him, just enjoying this for a second before he lifts your hips with ease, you're feather light in his hands, and you align his body with yours and together you become one. The curse that leaves his lips gets lost in the sound of a thunder breaking outside, but neither even care anymore. This is so much more powerful than any storm, any natural phenomenon, could ever be. This feels monumental, you feel like you're shattering and being made anew. Neither of you have ever felt like this before with anyone else. Nicolò opens his eyes and starres at you, a mix of emotions dancing in them: desperation, adoration, hunger, devotion, love. So much love. Your own mirror everything he feels, you know it, but it's too intense to take any longer. You drop your head into his neck, right above his heart, now able to hear it thunder under his rib, and he drops his head back onto the couch. His hands gripping your hips, so tightly you know you'll have bruises tomorrow, he moves your body how he desperately needs it. He wanted this for so long, he almost regrets now how long he waited for it, he's desperate to the point of breaking and knows he can't make it last. He places one of his hands at your core, the circling motions he makes soft in contrast to his brutal pace. You feel yourself shatter before you're even ready for it, the sensation taking you completely by surprise as your curses mix with his name and both get drowned out in the commotion going on outside. He follows you almost immediately, his body wound up so tight from all the waiting that he doesn't even let out a sound, too stunned by the impact of what just happened to do so. Your breaths mix as he pulls you into a kiss, to help him calm down, to help him remember you are real, you're here, you're his. Your foreheads touch as you break apart, you're both too tired to move much. He gently slides sideways, taking you with him, so you can lay down on the couch. He pulls a blanket to cover your nudity, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He starts petting you hair, gently and softly, telling you to rest. The last thing you hear before you fall into the soft abyss of sleep is Nicolò whispering he loves you. You both sleep, wrapped safe and tight in each other's embrace, as the storm slowly calms down outside.

#once more what do i write for? to stop being plagued by horrible visions and fevers <3 #if you see any spelling errors? no you don't <3 #adventures in a clown's dreams #football imagine

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Safe Haven - 8

Regarding the non-existant reactions to the previous parts, I'm quite sure nobody reads this story and I know I'm much too late for the fandom, but I'm gonna post the parts I've written anyway. *shrugs*

Previous parts can be found here: Masterlist

Safe Haven

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC Setting: After the end of ‘TMR - Death Cure’ Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful. In this part he's runs right into Anne after Kasey's turned him down and he really needs to vent.... Warnings: smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only Credits: TMR-Characters don’t belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I’m going to remove the pictures. Beta by the wonderful @hell1129-blog Thanks for your support! xo

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

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It took Anne less than five minutes from meeting Thomas at the sanitary shack on his way home to winning him over for a hot make-out session behind the wooden building. His vulnerable emotional state and his hurt pride made it easy for her. Her back pressed against the wall he kissed her hungrily, caressing her crisp little tits. His Ex may have ditched him because she considered him to be a bore but she still appreciated his skills as a lover. And so, from time to time, they had a little fun together - no strings attached.

A loud moan escaped Thomas' mouth when Anne massaged his rock-hard dick through his trousers.

"Shush, silly. We don't want someone to interrupt us, do we." Anne giggled, laying a finger on his lips.

"It's your fault. You make me moan." Thomas replied, his voice thick with arousal.

"I'm sorry." Anne kissed him, her hand still on his cock.

"Get him out." Thomas whispered in her ear. "Touch him."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Anne grinned before she unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down his legs together with his boxers. She started stroking his cock skillfully.

"Anne..." Thomas groaned. "Be a good girl and suck me off, okay? Daddy really needs it tonight." "Sure, daddy. Whatever you wish." She looked at him with big round eyes, batting her long eyelashes innocently, falling to her knees right away. She was into daddy kink and he knew which buttons to push to make her do what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was to ease the tension and get rid of all the frustration inside of him. In short...he needed to get off. He hadn't had sex in a while. Since he'd fallen for Kasey he just didn't feel like shagging some random girl. So it had been less fucking and more jerking off in the shower since then, but tonight he needed something more. He needed to get Kasey out of his system. Turned out it wasn't that easy.

Thomas leaned back, his head resting on the moist wood of the wall, his eyes closed, his breath going fast.

When he felt her tongue on the tip of his dick, circling the head seductively, it wasn't Anne's tongue. He couldn't help but deceive himself by imagining it was Kasey's pretty little mouth that was wrapped around his member. Tight and wet and eagerly sucking his dick. When he opened his eyes, bending his head slowly he imagined seeing Kasey's full lips, sliding up and down his length. It was her honey blonde hair, he grabbed, burying his hands in the thick, soft silk, not Anne's short whiteblond strands.

"Fuck...you're doing great, baby girl. Go on, make daddy cum." he moaned, his voice hoarse and demanding.

She sucked him harder, pumping his dick faster, squeezing his balls. Damn, the girl knew how to give a blow job. He imagined Kasey would do it even better, maybe deep throating him.

With this picture on his mind he came hard, spilling a hot shot of cum into Anne's mouth.

"Kasey!" he grunted breathless, thrusting his hips, shoving his cock deep inside her mouth, savouring the last waves of his orgasm.

Anne rose to her feet abruptly, drops of cum on her lips, fuming.

"Kasey? Are you serious?" she shouted angrily, wiping her mouth. "You cry out the name of another woman, coming in my fucking mouth? Am I a joke to you, Thomas?"

"I'm sorry, Anne...I don't know what has gotten into me." He reached out for her but she shoved him away.

"Don't touch me, asshole. Ever. Again." she hissed, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"You are so pathetic." she added with a disgusted grin. "Fucking all those girls but too chicken to make a move on her? Or probably you hit on her and she turned you down."

"Anne..." getting his dick back in his pants, he tried to interrupt her but she wouldn't let him.

"I mean...she's well out of your league, Tommy, you know that, huh? Kasey is classy. She wouldn't want a sissy like you."

"Please shut up, Anne." Thomas said pleadingly with a threatening undertone. But she just crossed her arms in front of her chest, not willing to stop her rant. "Everybody knows she's anxiously waiting for Parker anyway. He's the one she wants. And I understand her. He's awesome. Hot as fuck, smart. Tattoos all over his shredded body. A real man, not some whimpering boy..."

"Stop it, Anne."

"And he's her age. You are too young for her. Do you really think she wants a 20 year old bore when she can have a 25 year old man of action? A leader, not a grunt..."

"Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth. You don't have a clue who she wants and what's going on between us." Thomas shouted, raging with fury.

Anne jumped, looking scared for a split second, but regaining control fast, when it dawned on her. "You love her!" Anne laughed almost hysterically. "This is hilarious. You love Kasey." Thomas stared at her, unable to say anything. Unable to deny the obvious.

"Well, Tommy, Karma is a bitch, right? Of all the single women in this camp you choose the only one you can't have because she's too smart to fall in love with a moron like you."

"Fuck you, Anne."

"No...fuck you, Thomas." she said, showing him the finger. "Fuck you and never talk to me again." And then she went away, leaving him frustrated, angry and desperate.

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When Thomas stormed into their hut ten minutes later, slamming the door behind him so hard it almost took off its hinges, Minho woke up with a jolt, his hammock rocking like crazy.

"Jesus, Tommy, what the fuck?" he mumbled sleepy, rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry, man. Didn't mean to wake you."

"Didn't work."

"Yeah." Thomas said with a deep sigh, plopping down on his bed, taking off his boots and his trousers before sliding under the sheets.

"What's up? You look like shit. Everything all right?" Minho asked with a frown.

"Let's just say I had a rough night, okay?"

"What's happened? You were fine when you left like what...two hours ago?"

"Nothing. I'd rather not talk about it, okay?" Thomas turned around to face the wall, closing his eyes, hoping his friend was going to leave him alone.

"No, it's not okay. You should see yourself, you look like a zombie. Just fucking tell me what happened, shank." Minho insisted.

"You wanna know what happened?" Thomas jumped out of his bed, starting to pace the little room like a lunatic with a grim look on his face. "I'm gonna tell you what happened, okay?" his voice was vibrating with emotion now. Minho wasn't sure whether his friend was about to burst into tears or to throw a tantrum.

"In the last one and a half hours I had a very emotional conversation with Kasey, then I kissed her and she kissed me back, making me a happy man but then she changed her mind and turned me down, 'cause she knows I'm nothing but a cheap fuckboy. And being the stupid asshole I am, I couldn't find the words to tell her I love her, before Quincy showed up out of nowhere, interrupting us."

"Wow, Tommy..."

"Oh no, man. Keep listening. I'm not done yet. Instead of asking Quincy to give us a minute and talking to Kasey, I just left like a bloody coward. Five minutes later I ran into Anne and what do you think...I had nothing better to do than try to get rid of all that sexual and emotional frustration by letting her give me a blow job behind the sanitary shack. And if that wasn't bad enough I accidentally called her Kasey, my dick balls deep in her mouth, which caused a huge fight between us. That's what happened."

Minho gaped at him, speechless for seconds, that felt like hours for Thomas.

"For heaven's sake, Minho. Say something."

"Yeah...well...shit, Tommy. That's the worst I've heard in a while."

"Oh great, thanks my friend." Thomas rolled his eyes, sinking down on a chair, tired and exhausted.

"Sorry, that I'm a little taken aback." Minho replied sarcastically. "I didn't even know there's something going on between you and Kasey. That you like her...well at least not like this."

"Yeah. I do..."

And then Thomas told his friend the story properly, right from the beginning. From the day he fell for Kasey Miller head over heels to tonight's events by the campfire.

"You know you have to talk to her first thing in the morning, right? Tell her how you feel and tell her what happened behind the sanitary shack. Before Anne does."

"You think she would?" Thomas' eyes widened in shock.

"Maybe. You know she can be a crazy little bitch sometimes."

"Right." Thomas sighed. "Do you think Kasey loves me too?" he added almost whispering.

"To be honest, mate. I don't have a clue. But she kissed you, right? And we know she wasn't just looking for a shag. So she must have kissed you because she likes you. I would say you have a real chance."

"Thanks, Minho." Thomas said stifling a yawn.

"Anytime, Thomas. That's what friends are for. And now let's try to get some sleep."

#tmr #tmr fanfic #tmr thomas #tmr thomas x ofc #slow burn #friends to lovers #the maze runner

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