Ya girl turned 30 yesterday! Still hard to believe tbh 🤣 Praying this decade is full of joy, growth (in myself, my marriage, my faith), health, and some sweet babies. Here’s to 30!
Jude Jazza’s 2nd Birthday: “The Cursed Moon Within His Merciless Arms” Chapter 3
This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy cannot be guaranteed. Please expect grammatical errors and lack of nuance. Creative liberties were taken in order for a smoother translation. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not repost or claim my translations as your own. Thank you for your support! ☾⋆
Quick shout out to @drachonia and @aeyumicore for assisting me on a line I couldn't convey to save my life, thank you! ♥
MDNI. NSFW.
CW: Awkardly translated smut dead ahead, Graphic language..... & Rough sex (?)
After we attended the birthday party thrown by Victor….we were alone in the bedroom.
[Chu], [chu], the sound me leaving kisses on Jude’s body echoed in the air.
As he lay on top of the bed, I straddled him, sucking hard and leaving red marks behind
Jude: ….Whaddya plannin’?
Kate: Hmm…….what do you mean?
Jude: Left ya waitin’ in the bathroom. Thought ya’d be beggin’ me for a follow up.
As soon as we got back to the room, my desire wasn’t for any follow up, but only to let me kiss him.
Kate: ….While I was getting dressed after the bath, I realized that..
Kate: …It’s your birthday Jude, so it wouldn’t be right if I’m the only one who feels good…..
(….Also it’s because Jude said to me, “Can ya satisfy me ‘nough for the whole day, princess?”)
(I want to do whatever I can to celebrate Jude.)
Jude:…..Meanin’ the kisses are meant t’be pamperin’?
Jude: Yer too sincere. Really ain’t suited for this world — …Mhm.
While he was still speaking I kissed him to stop him from what he was about to say.
Kate: …..I’ll shut your mouth from saying such things.
Jude: Ha…..don’t say that ‘til it’s actually been shut.
We both laugh and exchange a light kiss before I slowly continue to go lower with my kisses.
I showered red marks on his neck, shoulders and chest like blossoms-
As I caressed his side, I kissed his lower abdomen, all the way to the edge covered by his underwear……
Kate: Wahh…..!
Jude suddenly flipped me over so that I was on all fours on top of the bed.
Kate: Jude?
Jude: …..That’s ‘nough pamperin’.
Jude’s low, husky voice was blatantly filled with desire, and it made my heart skip a beat.
Just thinking of being so deeply linked with him fills my heart with so much anticipation, tension, and excitement that it hurts.
Even though we’ve made love made together many times, I still haven’t gotten used to it.
Kate: …..Run out of patience with my pampering already?
I tried to put up a strong front so as to hide my pounding heart, but it wasn’t effective on Jude.
Jude: Yer the antsy one, not me.
His hand quickly flipped up my dress and ripped down my underwear.
Jude: I ain’t even done anythin’ yet, ‘n it’s already this soaked.
My wetness squelched loudly even with his fingers only lightly touching me down there.
It was obvious that I was more aroused than Jude, and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Jude: …This is what happens just from kissin’ me?
Kate: Y-you made me wait all evening, so I can’t help it — ….NGH AHH!
Jude scooped up my dripping nectar, and stimulated my sensitive bud with his wet fingers.
Kate: ……Ngh….!
Just as I thought he’d tease me by swirling his fingers around, he’d scratch me.
The mix of pain and pleasure caused filthy sounds to spill from my mouth.
Jude: Was it like that down there when ya were singin’ with those Crown guys at my birthday party?
Jude: ……If ya were next to another man like this, I’ll be pissed as hell.
Jude’s fingers penetrated me deeper, carefully loosening up my sopping interior.
His fingertips know my body so well that he knows precisely where to stimulate all the right spots.
Kate: Mmh…ahh…!
Jude: Ya don’t dislike this. Yer stubborn, but ya like it……here.
When his fingers stroked me inside and pressed firmly onto a certain spot,
An intense, pleasurable sensation hit me, and I almost lost consciousness.
Kate: Ahh!…..Jude, wait….I don’t want to come yet……haa!
Kate: I want you first, Jude…..I like being with you.
Jude: …..Yer good at rilin’ thin’s up.
His quickly pulled his fingers out and the tip of something hot touched my entrance instead.
Jude: Breathe out.
As I breathed out, he sank his fierce hardness into my drenched, sticky spot.
If you really want to know what Jude’s dick is called it’s this: 猛るto rage/to be fierce/ to be excited. Basically, a ferocious cock, but Kate's language is demure, so...fierce hardness it is.
Jude: Hu…..
Kate: AHH…!
While on all fours Jude hovered over me as he moved his hips.
He inched in slowly, watching me react, and then grabbed my waist and thrust into me roughly.
Kate: Ohhh…..!
Sparks instantly blurred my vision, and my walls squeezed itself around Jude in ecstasy.
Jude: Hah….what’s that? Didja ya come just from me puttin’ it in?
Kate: ….I-I didn’t come. ….I can keep going
Since it’s Jude’s birthday, I want him to feel good too.
With that mindset, I pressed my hips against Jude ready to accept him.
Kate: Hngh….see, I’m still good.
Jude: …..If that’s so…..then I won’t care if ya end up regrettin’ it.
With those words, his hands gripped my hips and a violent rhythm starts.
Kate: Ah….! AHH….!!!
I couldn’t hold back my voice as he ravenously thrusted into the deepest parts of me.
Even when I reached the point to were I was about to pass out, I was immediately fed more pleasure, leaving me no time to rest.
Kate: Ohh….haa…!
In order not to be drowned in the waves of pleasure that washed over me repeatedly, I stayed on my hands and knees and clutched the sheets tightly.
Jude’s laid his hand over mine and intertwined our fingers, which stitched us together.
(What should I do….it feels so good and it hurts….I’m going mad…..)
Since he was on top of me from behind, Jude’s weight was slightly rested on me, which was a bit painful.
But even the heaviness and staggered breaths were transformed into love and pleasure.
(Oh, but….I don’t like that I can’t see Jude’s face in this position….)
Kate: Jude….please…..
Jude: ……Say it.
Kate: Anywhere…..is fine….so….bite me…!
As I spoke breathlessly while being jolted, I felt him swell inside of me even more.
Jude: Ha….whadda pervert…..
Jude’s hot breath grazed my right shoulder causing me pain.
While biting me, Jude’s hips started to thrust into me harder.
Kate: ?! Ahhh……Ohh……!
Just like a beast that bites down on the nape of it’s mates neck to immobilize it,
The pain Jude delivers binds me, and won’t let me go.
Kate: Hngh, stop…..! Jude, I…..can’t anymore….!
Jude: Hhaaa…..
Jude seemed to be nearing his limit too, as he began to drill into me more violently—
Kate: AHHHH….!
I felt like a giant swell had swallowed me up as I climaxed, and my stomach tightened.
— Jude had climaxed with me.
As we both caught our breath, Jude pulled out his hot shaft.
Here, his cock is referred to as 杭 stake, post. Changed it to shaft because I HATE it being called that.
Jude: …..Yer tightest when I bite ya, yer so nasty.
Kate: Well, I can’t help it can I…?!
Kate: Even though I can’t see your face, the pain lets me know that you’re holding me Jude…..
Jude: When ya get bitten….yer happy
Jude taught me to love the pain the comes along with the pleasure.
That’s why each time I feel pain from being bitten or pressed down on,
When my body feel’s my beloved Jude entangled with me, it automatically fills with joy.
Jude: ….Then
Jude: If I bite ya from the front when we fuck……you’ll feel even better.
The actual term for "fuck" isn’t used in this line, but ヤってる, which means "doing it,” is used and it's the same thing. Let’s be real, I doubt Cybird will ever actually let him say it...but I sure as hell will.
Kate: That’s….
I thought about saying, “That’s right,” but that would be boring.
Kate: ….Guess you’ll find out, if you check it out yourself won’t you?
I stared at Jude with an instigative look, and he laughed fearlessly.
Jude: ….Let’s go then.
My legs were placed on Jude’s shoulders, and his body pressed against mine, crushing me from the front.
Kate: Mmph….
I relaxed once he fully entered me,
Although it was still a bit tight, my body accepted Jude more easily than before, sucking him and clinging to him greedily.
Jude: …..Open yer mouth.
He thrust far inside me only once while we shared a deep kiss that would never have been possible if he were behind me.
Kate: Mmph….ah, haaa…
Jude’s tongue obscenely invaded my mouth, all the while our hands were interlaced together…..
Mine and Jude’s bodies were stacked so closely together that nothing could come between us, and it was so satisfying.
Once he’d had his fill of my mouth, he finally resumed moving inside of me.
This time Jude slowly rocked his hips unlike before.
Kate: Oh……ah…!
Jude: …….
As we gently made love to each other, the sweet scent of sandalwood wafted in the air with each thrust.
When I yielded to the increased pleasure, Jude bit into my defenseless neck.
Kate: Hngh….
He plunged himself deep inside of me along with the tingling pain, and then rocked himself gently as if to soothe me.
Kate: Mm, ha, ahh……
With every bite my hips are rocked, causing my head to spin from the mix of pleasure and pain.
Kate: Ohh….Jude…..it feels so…..good…
Before, I hardly had time to breathe, now I could actually speak.
Jude: ….That so?
Kate: Jude…..?
Jude: ……….
Jude: …….Ain’t no way I’m gonna strain yer body by tanglin’ up with ya if it don’t feel good.
Kate: Jude, I…..feel so good…right now….I’m losing my mind….
Kate: Can you….say it more clearly….?
He teasingly withdrew his hips and then thrust deep into me, hitting every sweet spot.
As I succumbed to the ripples of pleasure from our slow love-making session, I pleaded with Jude for more.
Jude: Guess ain’t no gettin’ ‘round it…..
Jude: ….Feels good, Kate.
Jude dropped a kiss on my forehead and told me the words I wanted to hear.
Kate: Hehe….hey, Jude
Kate:……To be honest , I was hoping on your birthday, you’d say “I like you” or “I love you”…..
Kate: I kind of thought you’d say it….
In truth, I was hoping if I showered him with words of love and blessings,
Then maybe he would say it today.
Kate: But….this is plenty for now.
His gentle expression illuminated by the moonlight through the window, said it all.
—That he loves me.
(The sun’s so high…!)
It was past noon when I shot up, my body still tired from all the love-making.
Kate: Jude, wake up! What about your schedule for today?
Jude’s usually at work at this time, so I quickly tried to wake him up.
Jude: ….Took off today so it ain’t a problem.
Kate: Oh, okay, good then….
Kate: ….But, isn’t it rare for you to take a holiday, Jude?
Even though he had other employees to cover for him, I was surprised because he a did have a schedule even on his birthday.
Jude: Took it off on purpose.
Kate: Not just the one day, but the next day too? Why….
Jude: Answers written all over yer body, ain’t it?
When he said that, I looked down at my body to find very vivid traces on it from the night before.
Jude: Though we messed ‘round, he up ‘n disappeared the next mornin’…..
Jude: If ya wanna make me out to be that kinda lowlife scum then do it.
(In other words, he knew he was going to be spending his birthday night with me.)
(So, you took the next day off too?)
In order for Jude to have the entire day off, he’d have to clear his schedule far in advance.
I’m sure he planned it well in advance, before I even asked to spend his birthday together.
That thought filled my heart with so much happiness…that I threw my arms around Jude’s neck and hugged him.
Kate: I love you, Jude.
Jude: ….What’s this all of a sudden? I know that.
I think Jude’s the only one who’d reply to words of love with an “I know that”.
It might seem to an outsider that my love is one-sided all because Jude doesn’t say things like, “I love you” as I do.
But….if his hands that hold me or tenderly comb through my hair isn’t love, then what is?
Kate: Hehe…even though you already know, I still want to tell you over and over again, Jude.
Kate: Each time I hear your voice, see your face, or feel your touch….my feelings overflow so much that it hurts.
Kate: No matter how much I tell you, it’s simply not enough.
I gently rest my cheek against his like I’m fawning over someone I love.
Jude: …..I said love’s a curse, right?
Jude: If ya keep cursin’ me like that, I ain’t gonna be able to handle it.
Kate: What are you going to do if you can’t handle it?
Jude: …..Hafta get back atcha ‘course.
Jude: I’ll get my revenge. I’ll curse ya even harder than when ya first showed up.
If you take his words at face value, they’d sound like nothing more than revenge, but for us it means something entirely different.
Kate: ….I accept, fair’s fair.
Jude laughs at me and strokes back my hair.
His breath hits my vulnerable, exposed neck — sinking his teeth into me.
Kate: Hngh….
The repeated, playful bites bring back memories of ecstasy from the previous night…..
Shortly after my breathing became uneven, Jude bit down on me hard to finish me off.
Kate: ….Jude, I…..
Jude: …..Yeah. I’ll go steady with ya.
With Jude holding onto me, we fell back onto the bed again.
The curses we cast on each other grow stronger and stronger with each passing day….and it’s highly unlikely they’ll ever be broken.
Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return Part 2: Jude Jazza END
This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.
The ending contains some spoilers for Jude's main story.
Kate: …..I never thought that you’d invite me on a trip, Jude.
Several days after going to Raven Ltd., and getting kidnapped by someone holding a grudge against Jude, I was now aboard a train with Jude.
Jude: I think it’s worth pleasin’ my lover every now ‘n then.
(It makes my heart skip a beat when I hear Jude call me his lover, but I think I'm starting to get used to him treating me like a lover.)
Jude: Traveled like this with ya b’fore.
Kate: Really?!
I never imagined that Jude would be so devoted to his girlfriend.
Flower Boy: How about some beautiful flowers? ……Oh!
A flower boy who came onboard at the station where the train stopped, suddenly looked at me with widened eyes.
Flower Boy: It’s been a while, Miss Damned-Nobody
Kate: Miss Damned….Nobody?
I tilt my head at the rude phrase, while Jude chuckles quietly next to me.
(Was it Jude who said “damned nobody”? Then….)
Kate: Hey, maybe….Have I met you before?
Flower boy: Yep! You were on the train with that scary-looking mister over there.
(So, it was true that we had traveled together before. I'm sorry I doubted you.)
After buying flowers from the boy, the train leaves the station and rattles away.
(It seems certain that Jude cared about me.)
Enveloped in this warm feeling as I was rocked by the train……I drifted off into a pleasant sleep before I knew it.
And then, I woke up—
Innkeeper: Oh, you're awake? It's been a while, Lady Kate!
Kate: What….?
Because of my recent worrying over my memory loss, it seems I fell into a deep sleep, and had been transported to an unknown location before I knew it.
(Where am I? And…..)
Looking at the woman speaking to me in a friendly manner, I tilt my head.
I’m sure Jude and I were aboard the train together, but there’s not sign of him near me.
As I looked around anxiously, the woman suddenly looked up, as if she had just remembered something.
Innkeeper: Ohh…..that’s right. You’ve lost your memory, haven’t you, my lady? Have you forgotten me as well?
Innkeeper: I’m the owner of this inn. You’ve stayed here before to recuperate, my lady.
Kate: I see.
Just as I was finally able to understand the situation and feel relieved, the voice of the inn’s owner suddenly began to tremble.
Innkeeper: Just when I thought you were finally feeling better, the next thing I know is that you’ve lost your memory! What a poor young lady….!
Innkeeper: Your brother has paid for your lodging, so you should relax here for a while.
(Hm? From what she just said, Jude’s my “brother”??)
Apparently, when I stay at this inn, Jude is my older brother.
Knowing Jude, I figure he must have some kind of intention behind it, so I smiled wryly at the mysterious setting, and gazed out at the sea from my room at the inn.
(More importantly, where’s Jude….? He couldn’t have just returned home and left me behind……)
However, it seems like my premonition was true, as Jude never showed up….no matter how much I waited.
A few days passed, and I still hadn’t heard anything. The innkeeper couldn’t bear seeing me like that, so she took me out to a small festival in town.
The row of stalls were filled with bustling people, so I forgot my gloomy feelings and joined crowd.
I had a lot of fun getting an unexpectedly high score in horseshoes, and the freshly baked cheese waffles were delicious.
….But, I simply can’t feel better.
Woman Passerby: Pardon me. Do you happen to know the time?
A passerby asked me this while I waited for the innkeeper who was in line at a stall.
Kate: Umm, now it’s…..
Unconsciously, I searched for something and suddenly became startled…….
Kate: I’m sorry, I don’t know either.
Woman Passerby: I see. Excuse me.
I see the woman off with a parting greeting, and stare vacantly at my hands.
(What was I….trying to find earlier?)
I unconsciously felt around my waist, knowing that I was always wearing something.
Not knowing what it was, I continued searching for it even after returning to the inn.
(That was a gift from Jude and it was very precious to me, but…..)
Kate: I’ve always had it, how long has it been gone?
As I frantically search for something I couldn’t even identify, I heard a voice coming from the door.
Jude: ….This what yer lookin’ fer?
Kate: Jude?! How long have you been there…..?
Kate: And that pocket watch……!
(That’s right. That’s what I’ve been searching for—)
[Flashback to Main Story]
Kate: This belongs to you, doesn’t it Jude? Here, I’ll return it.
Jude: It’s yers.
Jude: Ya were starin’ with longin’ at my pocket watch the other day werent’cha?
[Flashback Ends]
Kate: I was……looking for the pocket watch you gave me, Jude.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as memories flood my mind.
Jude: Toldja the time’s outta sync, but ya were actin’ like a spoilt brat not wantin’ to let it go.
Jude: So, I got it fixed during yer memory loss.
Even though it was such a lame lie, my vision grew blurry and I was overcome with love for Jude.
Kate: Jude….is our promise still valid?
[Flashback to Main Story]
Kate: I have a request.
Kate: ……Take me to the moon.
[Flashback Ends]
The words I gently spoke to Jude, were the most important promise in the world — the moment I decided to continue to curse Jude.
Jude: …..It’s valid as long as ya remember it.
That instant, strong arms snatch me away, as if to steal my heart…….
All of the feelings that had been bottled up somewhere inside Jude’s heart suddenly spilled out.
Kate: I’m sorry I forgot. I said I would take responsibility.
Jude: Really. Ya can’t just curse someone ‘n forget ‘bout it.
Jude: Yer gonna be punished when we get back.
Jude smirks and pulls me by the hand.
Kate: Jude, where are we going?
Jude: We can still catch the last train.
Innkeeper: Oh my, have you regained your memory already, my lady?
Innkeeper: But it’s so sad to see you leave so soon.
Innkeeper: Despite being so close to each other, you were each out doing different things, so why not stay another day and go out as brother and sister?
Kate: Despite being close to each other?
Innkeeper: Yes, my lady. Your brother’s room was right next to yours.
Jude: …..Tch, forgot to tell ‘er to keep quiet.
I hear Jude murmuring very quietly.
Kate: What?! Ju— I mean, my brother didn’t leave me at the inn and return to London?
Innkeeper: Your brother seemed extremely worried about you, my lady.
Innkeeper: Whenever you went out somewhere, he followed behind you, my lady…..
(That’s how he happened upon me at the right time when I was looking for my pocket watch.)
(Even though I was unaware…..he was watching over me the entire time.)
(Ah, but….)
Kate: Was it okay for you to do that with work at the company?
Jude: It ain’t okay. So, I’ll work ya hard fer it too.
(I-I knew it…!)
I dread what kind of work I’ll be given to do once we return to London.
(I feel like I hear a bit of the normal abuse returning….)
Jude: The hell ya grinnin’ about, it’s creepy.
[Back at London]
We arrive back at Crown Castle just as the day is changing.
Kate: Hm…I feel so at ease, like I’ve come home.
Jude: Tomorrow I’ll tell ‘em yer memory’s back. Otherwise they’ll wake up ‘n raise a ruckus.
Kate: Yeah, and I know that I’ve been resting, but since there’s work tomorrow, I want to go to sleep as soon as possible.
Jude: …..Fine, sleep.
Jude said while pushing me down onto the bed.
Jude: If ya can sleep, that is.
Kate: Huh, wh-Jude?!
Jude: Ain’t just work ya took time off from, innit?
Jude: Been holdin’ back so much, can’t stand it any longer, I just wanna make ya cry.
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The sea breeze caressing my bare skin wasn't as cold as I thought it would be.
— Perhaps it’s because it’s like a warm spring night for this time of year, or because my beloved’s heat burns against my skin.
Jude: Ya look damn good.
Kate: …Aaahhh.
Jude: Ya always clench down here ‘n don’t let go. My fingers are gonna wrinkle up.
His long fingers that sunk between my legs, make slow, repetitive movements.
That stimulation is definitely driving me mad.
Kate: Jude, I love…..I love you.
Spreading my legs wide, I put my hands around Jude's neck.
My moans spill into Jude’s ear, as I tell him I love him—.
Immediately, amethyst eyes tinged with dissatisfaction looked at me.
Jude: What, ya think tellin’ me “I love ya” after I make ya feel good’s gonna satisfy me?
Kate: Oh, I don’t think that.
Jude: Hmph, then if ya wana keep goin’ whaddya gonna do?
“Ya know what, dontcha”, amethyst eyes sneered.
The provocation made my heart beat faster, and overwhelmed with emotion, I grabbed hold of Jude's shirt.…..
Kate: I love you……Mmm.
I pressed my lips deeply against his, then slowly brought my hands down to unbutton his shirt.
(I’m embarrassed to do this myself…..)
(And yet, I can’t wait to do it. I want to touch you, Jude.)
Unable to resist the waves of emotion, I touch his exposed chest.
Jude: …..Yer so bad I ain’t feelin’ nothin’.
Kate: Mm, well I’m not done yet.
Opening his shirt from side to side, I passionately drop kisses on his chest, his navel and lower abdomen.
Even so, Jude barely reacted….Feeling frustrated I looked up at him.
Kate: Jude, I want to make you feel even better. So,……
I touch him over his trousers.
Jude: Fuckin' pervert. Think puttin’ me in yer mouth’s gonna be ‘nough?
Jude doesn't just say 変態 a 'hentai'. He uses 'dohentai' ド変態. "Do" which conveys the idea of "extreme, mega, super, very," or can be used as a expletive prefix for dirty words like hentai. I am opting to translate it this way.
Kate: You should consider any proposal of an affair positively, even if it’s abnormal. That’s one of the 'Three Rules a Lover' must keep.
That’s something Alfons taught me before the mission.
Jude: Are ya so desperate to touch me yer bringin’ up that walkin’ offense to public moral’s nonsense?
Kate: Don’t talk like it’s just because I’m frustrated, there’s more to it than that.
Kate: Jude, I’ve always wanted to make you feel good in return.
Kate: But, I couldn’t bring myself to say it without this opportunity.
Jude: So, ya can say it now ‘cause yer my lover?
Jude: If ya say so, then lemme see whatcha got.
(What.)
When I suddenly stare back, his amethyst eyes flicker invitingly….
I took a deep breath and slowly lower myself in front of Jude, who was still standing.
Jude: I’m tellin’ ya, I won’t forgive ya if ya suck at the way ya touch me.
Kate: Okay, I’ll do my best.
I loosen his belt, and then —
Kate: …..Mm…..Mmmnn….fuwaha….[slurp]….
Jude: …..So damn bad. How ya gonna pull off yer whole, ‘Jude, I wanna make ya feel good,’ like this.
After being insulted, I swallow Jude and start a series of aggressive attacks.
Maybe his insults are one of the things that now completely fuel my pleasure.
Jude: Now yer gettin’ in the mood.
Jude weaves his fingers through my hair and grabs it.
When I gazed up slightly, I saw his eyes narrow with pleasure as he looked down at me….
(He’s starting to feel it….)
I was so pleased that I wrap my tongue around his shaft, and traced it from the base up to the tip.
Jude: ……..Already at the limit.
Kate: Jude, if you’re at your limit, I’ll keep go-
Jude: Ain’t gonna cum from somethin’ like this, ya idiot. Yer the one who’s at their limit.
Just as I thought I was being held in his arms, I was placed on top of one of the oak barrels that were lined up —
And the next moment, he penetrated me to my deepest part.
Kate: Ah, Aahhhn!
Jude: Knew it, yer soakin’ wet.
Jude: Didja get excited suckin’ on me?
A faint aroma of wine wafts from the swaying oak barrels, and the sweet smell arouses dirty feelings.
Kate: Hah, Ahh….I love…. you, Jude.
Jude: Just like a fool only rememberin’ one thin’.
Jude: How much d’ya love me?
Jude sighs and kisses me deeply, devouring my sweet moans.
(Jude’s filling up every part of me.)
We kissed incessantly, embraced each other, and left red marks all over the other’s necks.
Jude: The only thin’ a person can’t fill alone’s an empty heart.
Jude murmured, “We’re together 'cause we're empty.”
— Maybe, it was his way of responding to what I had said to that woman.
But at the mercy of the intense, overlapping heat, I could only call Jude’s name.
Kate: Jude…..Jude….Ju-Aahh.
Jude: Ya might suck at givin’ head, but yer top o’ the class like this.
Jude: It feels so damn good.
When I heard the words “feels so damn good”, my mind went blank.
Under the moonlight, I was wholly filled with Jude.
-In all the places that a person can’t fill alone.
[Event Master List]
So, this seems to be a thing with Jude...like as soon as starts feeling good by Kate, he'll stop her before she can progress and take control. Not because he's about to come, but he's just impatient. He blocked her in his BD event, so CONGRATS Kate! Hopefully, he'll let you practice more....
Anyway, the way they talk about their emptiness here.....my heart. The way they find solace, happiness and love in each other....Ugh, I can't wait for the sequel!
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We couldn’t catch a carriage after work, so we were walking down the street at night.
(The moon’s so pretty tonight…..)
Reflecting on the Thames, the moon is a perfectly round, soft, creamy color.
The cool night breeze paired with the lovely moon made me feel both refreshed, and my steps lighter.
Not long after, I was walking a step ahead of Jude.
Jude: Ain’t helpin’ ya if take a tumble.
Kate: Pff- Yes, I know.
Having said that, I know that if I really do fall, he’ll help me.
Jude: ……Kate.
Kate: Yeah? Oh!
When I turned at my name being called, something was suddenly tossed to me.
The character for “to thow” is used. However, it can also mean “to toss.” Given the distance from each other and the setting, I feel like toss is more appropriate than throw.
Kate: What’s with the random box?
Jude looked more serious than usual.
Jude: Just open it.
Sensing that something was out of the ordinary, I gingerly opened the box given to me, and found a silver ring inside—
Kate: Jude, what is this….
When I looked up in shock, he appeared exasperated.
Jude: Daft princess, dont’cha get what it means?
Kate: Huh?
Jude: Guess not. Yer a perverted masochist who doesn’t know when to quit, who keep’s comin’ at me, ‘n who’s so foolish it makes me wanna weep.
Kate: Why are you saying mean things about me?!
However, he was looking straight at me, so his insults didn’t even register.
Jude: But yer the only one I have.
The night breeze passes between us, leaving space for one person.
Jude: Ya didn’t ridicule my dream about goin’ to the moon, ‘n ya accepted us cursin’ each other.
Jude: Yer the only woman who can laugh like an idiot, ‘n keep her resolve.
The moonlight shone upon us like we were the only ones in the universe.
Jude: My mind’s been made up since the day I started goin’ steady with ya.
Jude: To give ya my last name. Marry me, Kate.
His words strike my heart, warming my entire being and causing tears to well up in my eyes.
While I was unable to contain my sobs any longer, Jude gave me the most gentle smile I’d ever seen.
Jude: S’what’s it gonna be, Kate.
I nodded repeatedly as I wiped away my tears.
Still, they start pouring again as I clutched the ring and cried out.
Kate: Please make me your wife, Jude!
He laughed at my weepy reply.
Jude: That’s damn fine answer.
He hugged me, smiled as he wiped away my tears and kissed me—
The morning after the happy proposal, I was taking a walk while staring at the engagement ring when Ellis appeared.
Ellis: Oh, that’s...
Kate: Oh, this is...
Ellis smiled before bringing up Jude.
The line literally reads, “Ellis smiled before speaking to Jude.” However, Jude isn’t present at the time as you’ll see in the line below, and he never directly speaks to Jude, so I opted to translate the line this way. The line may also potentially be rendered, “Just as I was about to say it was from Jude, Ellis smiled”. Ty, @.cosmowgyral for the potential alt.
Ellis: Jude finally gave it to you. Congratulations, Kate.
Kate: ….Finally?
As I tilt my head, Ellis whispers.
Ellis: Jude’s been preparing to give you a ring for a long time now Kate.
Kate: What…..
In astonishment I try to look at the ring again, but a hand reaches out from behind and hugs me.
Jude: The hell ya blabberin’ on about.
When Jude appeared, Ellis grinned and silently waved his hand as he walked away.
(So he’s been getting this ready for a long time….)
Jude: What’cha smilin’ fer?
Kate: Heh…..
As I smiled at the surprising fact I just learned, he grabbed my cheeks and forced me to look up.
His amethyst eyes were annoyed, but still looked at me lovingly.
(Yeah….I’m so hopelessly in love with this guy.)
I wanted to tell him just how much I love him.
Kate: Jude, I love you.
Kate: I’ll love you forever.
In both lines, Kate uses “大好き” (Daisuki), which means to “like very much.” It is holds a lot of affection, and is more commonly used to express love.
He blinked in surprise at my declaration and then instantly changed his expression.
Jude: I love you.
Jude uses the kanji “愛” (Ai). If you don’t know this is a HUGE thing to say….especially for him. It also means "I love you", but it's used very rarely. Typically only for special occasions such as proposals, weddings, deathbeds, that sort of thing. It carries the weight of unconditional or sacrificial love, and loving for the other person’s sake.
Smiling softly, he kissed my lips.
To fulfill our promise to curse each other until the very end—
I will live with you.
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Shut up you guys I'm crying 😂 (also you @william-rex )
Because now I'm thinking like, imagine Ellis showing up at the office one day and Kate is literally bound and gagged on Jude's couch. He thinks she/he/they were attacked and frees her but Kate (being mad/turned on/slightly frightened) explains that she made one joke about traipsing into the forest to find a fairy circle and Jude tied her up and left her >:(
Meanwhile Jude comes back and is like oh, look, Ellis to the rescue (and of course Ellis is grinning like a fool) and Kate goes off because IT WAS A JOKE and Jude is very YOU DON'T JOKE ABOUT THAT so Kate, little Miss Attitude, starts going "I don't know why it bothers you, you're-" and then realizes what she's saying and stops but nooo Jude isn't letting that go and is right in her bubble going "g'head, say it". So then poor Kate is finally like "becauseeee you knoooowww you're the Thirteenth Fairy" and Ellis is half trying to stop Jude from gagging her again meanwhile Jude is also THEN YA ALREADY MADE YOUR DEAL PRINCESS STOP LOOKING FOR MORE TROUBLE.
╰┈➤ While looking for a certain book, you get helplessly stuck in a bookcase. Fortunately, prince Clavis comes to your rescue. Or does he? ┈ ✦
Clavis Lelouch/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Kabeshiri (Stuck in a Wall)(it's actually a bookcase); reader has a big butt and big boobs; Large Breasts; Bookworm Reader; Accidental Stimulation; Sexual Tension; Dry Humping; Dirty Talk; Gloves; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; thigh fucking; Intercrural Sex; Mentions of sexual free use; Creampie • wordcount: 2,675 • masterlist
Visions of Temptation | Kinktober 2025 - Day 10: Stuck in a place
Sparkle in your eye, you scurry down the castle halls, by now having mastered the art of quickening your step just enough so it doesn't break etiquette. Yet, you really, really hope not to run into anyone on your way to your destination - you have no time to lose, and no good excuse about wandering off either. It's a miracle that you've somehow made your escape from your Belle duties, even if for just a little bit - now you have to make the best of it and achieve your goal.
In short, it had come to your ears that there had been a new delivery of books in the castle's library.
Like waving a bone in front of a dog, a bookworm such as yourself couldn't pass up the opportunity to browse the new selection. And since you no longer have the privilege of getting your little gremlin hands all over the bounty before everyone else has the chance to - gone are your days at the town's bookstore - it's every man for himself here, first come, first served.
It's only when you find yourself at the other side of the heavy library door, feet finally coming to a halt, that you realize you can practically hear your pulse in your ears. There's no other soul around, hence the silence. You're alone in this competition after all, it seems. It makes sense for it to be that way, you now think, as you remind yourself of the busy lives of those who have access to the library.
You clear your throat as if to summon your composure and begin your browsing of the new batch while acting like a noble and not a fanatical bookworm, even if noone is around to witness it. See, Sariel should be proud of you! You're not slacking off - this too, is a lesson in practice.
Spotting the bookcase with the freshly stocked tomes at a scary speed attributed only to someone who really knows their way around, you excitedly approach.
Scanning the rows with your eyes wide and even rarely blinking, you note title after title, using them as your guideline for the various subjects shoved in there. While some of them are more than curious, you're not particularly thirsty for knowledge right now. By the time your posture makes your lower back hurt, you realize you're halfway done with the browsing and there still isn't a single romance book in sight!
Could it be that someone has beaten you to it? If there's another romance genre connoisseur among the noble personas of the palace, you'd like to meet them someday. They'd make for a good friend. But not today. Today, they're a rival.
A gasp leaves your lips as you stumble upon a title that doesn't begin with any of that "History of…" or "A guide to…" and the likes. What's more, it's following a well-known formula - male protagonist name - and - female protagonist name. Finger already finding the sweet spot of the spine and effortlessly hooking it just underneath the hard surface so you can pull it out of its tight spot on the shelf, you open it to confirm your suspicion.
It is a romance book!
Then your eyes fall on the words Tome Three.
Oh no!
The fast-paced turns of events keep you on your toes - and you haven't even gotten to the first page yet. Taking a deep breath, you tell yourself that it's alright. The other two tomes should be somewhere around here.
Gaze passing by Tome Two, your anticipation grows as you keep the hunt on. The light falls sparsely on the bottom shelves, and you barely miss it - there, tucked in further inside, is a book that you're sure is the one you're looking for. All it takes is a good reach in there, and it will be yours.
You're now eye level with it, your torso basically horizontal as you bend over and slide your arm along the wooden surface. Just a little bit more…
As your fingers come in contact with the book's cover, you accidentally push it off the shelf - in a flash, you panicly reach out just another inch or so ahead in order to catch it mid-air from the other side, your head and upper body passing through the narrow space in the process.
A sigh leaves your lips as you catch the book successfully, losing no time to turn it over and confirm. It's tome one of your brand new romantic journey, all for you - same as tome two and tome three, which you'll make sure to secure ahead of time so that none of this ever repeats. You can now go back to your room and enjoy your book… or can you?
The way you kicked off the floor to give yourself that one last push needed to reach in there sent you in a spot where your feet now dangle off the floor on one side - your ample chest further cementing your position - and your arms reach nothing useful to get a purchase on the other side either. No, this can't be… Just for the sake of confirmation, you try to wiggle your way out of the tight space. But to no avail.
Stuck!
If your situation wasn't bad enough already, the library door creeks open. In your struggles to find a string of words you'd never thought you'd tie together in a sentence, the other party beats you to it and addresses the situation before you can mutter an explanation of any kind.
"My, it seems like the little bunny has fallen right into my trap!"
Clavis?!
"P-Prince Clavis! Help me get out of here!"
He has to be joking, right? Surely he'll come to your rescue right after he's done laughing at your sorry state. You know you're not doing your dignity any better by kicking your feet in the air, but at least it emphasizes the urgency of the situation to the notoriously unserious Third prince.
"I admit, my prank seems a little too harsh now that I see how helplessly you're squirming… but I couldn't help myself! Knowing how much of a bookworm our Belle is, I wanted to put a little mousetrap for you, just to see if you'd really fall into it. And you didn't disappoint at all! Ahahaha!"
Even while being aware of his jestful nature, Clavis has never struck you as someone downright sadistic…until now.
"Fine, you got me… I really wanted that book, so…if it's not a problem.. I would want to take it with me and go back to my room now!"
You can't really see Clavis's face as you have your rear end facing him, but you know he's nodding by the little hum to his voice.
"Very well then, let's get you out."
Without a warning, a pair of gloved hands finds your hips and gives you a push. It goes nowhere, with or without your readiness for the act.
"Prince Clavis- I think you need to push me by my…rear…"
Scandalous as it is to ask one of the princes for such a thing, he's the one who put you in this situation to begin with! Just to make things worse, Clavis reacts with another burst of annoying laughter.
Heat rises in your cheeks as you feel his hands on your butt. Clavis' palms are large and sturdy, and they naturally cover the curve of it, even if not intentionally.
Even when Clavis applies gentle pressure to your rear, it seems like your assets are a little too big to pass through the shelf. A fresh wave of embarrassment passes through you as you try to rationalize the situation and find a different escape route. In the meantime, Clavis is set on helping you, and this time he plants his hips flush against your ass.
"Eeek!"
The thrust of his pelvis makes you yelp in surprise. But it seems like.. it might be working?
"Do that again!"
Another thrust, and this time your yelp is caused by a whole another reason.
"Prince Clavis… y-you're erect…"
Eyes shut tightly even when you don't have to face him, you point out the obvious. You can't really blame him, with everything that's going on, much less when a tendril of arousal crawls inside your own core as well.
His laughter is lower now, a bit awkward even.
"Do you want me to continue?"
He's still set on helping you out, ignoring the growing sexual tension between the two of you. You chew on your bottom lip for a second before you give a reply.
"I'm afraid we're not making any progress on getting me unstuck…"
Your voice is but a whisper as you add,
"...But you might continue."
It takes Clavis a moment to realize what you're saying. Then you hear a troubled exhale, his breathing unsteady all of a sudden. Then his hands return to your hips, but noticably not as innocently as before. His front presses into you, but this time, he holds his position. The pressure is delicious on your exposed backside, heat against heat, as Clavis practically rubs his hardness against you.
You mewl out in pleasure and desperation. Your legs open a bit more, inviting him to stand fully between them, and he does. He resumes the motion, fully humping your ass now. He switches from short and shallow thrusts to a firm press that lets you feel his dick poking you, rock-hard and throbbing. You want it inside.
"Prince Clavis… I need you…"
"What should I do? I'm a gentleman, I can't say no to a lady in trouble…"
"Just… put it in already…!"
Your lewd request makes Clavis take action as you hear a belt buckle coming undone. Your long skirts are lifted up in a flash, making shivers run down your core as the heat between your thighs meets the cool air of the room. Soon, the damp patch of your underwear is pulled to the side, and you're completely exposed to the lustful gaze of the man behind you. It feels way more naughty than being completely naked, and your provocative position only adds to it.
Clavis removes one of his gloves and lets his thumb trace the curve of your lower back all the way past your sensitive back hole and to the weeping entrance of your pussy. You clench your ass with a girly squeal, but he fortunately doesn’t mess around for too long before pushing his thumb inside where you need him the most. It's not his cock, but it's pleasurable enough to make you moan. His thick digit penetrates you a good few times, making sure you're nice and ready for a bigger intrusion. It's only when your moans turn into needy whines that Clavis removes his thumb from inside you, ready to exchange it for something that will satisfy your need to be fucked.
Just as you think that the threshold of embarrassment has been lowered to the very floor, the lewd sound that is unmistakably Clavis licking his thumb clean comes to your ears, and another heatwave climbs up to your face.
"Don't play with me anymore… Please…"
"Oh, but how tempting it is…" Clavis's bout of smugness is short-lived as he hisses at the first contact of his cock with your inviting wetness. He slowly presses his cock in, until the bulbous head pops inside with an almost mind-melting wave of satisfaction that is shared between you.
Soon, you give in to his actions, letting yourself receive his thrusts relentlessly, not having to do as much as move your finger, body utterly left at his disposal, pinned down without escape. And you don't mind any part of it. You can't mind any part of it, not when Clavis's cock feels so good inside you where he'd already exchanged his shallow first thrusts for deeper and harsher ones, reaching so far inside you you feel him in your guts.
"Ahh… this is bad…"
Clavis' voice drags you out of your state of delirium and you raise your head in attention, even if your gaze remains clouded by lust. The prince suddenly removes himself from your pussy, leaving you empty and needy, but you soon feel his cock on your skin again - this time poking in the crack between your thighs. He easily nests himself fully in, taking his time with establishing a new rhythm of thrusting, your seeping juices gliding the way for him. It feels way less satisfying than taking him in your core, and you know you're not alone in that - but you wonder if that's the very reason Clavis had to make the change. Perhaps he got close to orgasming way too fast and had to slow things down as not to burst inside you right there and then… the thought alone makes your toes curl, your desire for him growing tenfold. You didn't think you'd have that effect on the Third prince.
"Mmm, what nice thighs you have, little bunny… I bet there's more of you to enjoy. I wish I could simultaneously be here and on the other side of that bookcase to help myself to that mouth of yours as well. If only there could be two of me! Haha."
Ignoring how much of a national disaster that would be, you're not sure if you can handle two of Clavis under any circumstances, much less those. The image he planted in your head is extremely lewd, and you briefly open your eyes that had once more fallen shut in pleasure - you can see the way your tits sway with his thrusts, and just for a moment, you entertain the idea of how easy it would be for someone to play with your front side just as Clavis is playing with your backside, all while you're stuck here. Your insides clench, legs squirming under Clavis' secure hold, and the whole thing only serves to remind you how neglected your pussy is at the moment, despite how close you are to your climax.
"Clavis…! Please, I want to cum!!"
In your state of desperation, you can't even remember to address him correctly - but neither of you cares much about it at the present time, especially not when Clavis grunts and angles his cock towards your opening, spearing inside your core on the next thrust and making you scream out his name. From there on, it takes no time at all for you to reach your orgasm, squeezing Clavis's cock between your walls like you're afraid he'd play another trick on you and disappear when you need him the most.
Clavis, on the other hand, appears to be having no such plans at all. He remains right where he is as another deep groan falls from his lips, unfiltered and primal, as thick ropes of cum are disposed deep inside you. As you remain completely still, all content and basking in the feeling of having gotten what you wanted, you think that you actually might like that side of Clavis. His voice normally never sounds as deep as it did just now, as if he's constantly mindful of how each syllable curls up in a desired tone to unnerve.
All too soon to your liking, the cock that has kept you plugged is gone, and you feel the remains of your mixed juices trickle down your thighs. Clavis tends to his own garments first, getting himself back in a presentable state by the blink of an eye, while you're left in your immobile state without much to do aside from waiting for his help. Just for good measure, you let out a small cough to remind about yourself.
Clavis' trademark laugher rings across the library - just in case you'd started to miss it too much.
"You still have your book in you, correct? Are you sure you don't prefer to start with it right away, as you are, and ignore any potential visitors? You looked in such a hurry just a second ago!"
"Clavis!!!"
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╰┈➤ Jude wants it to be known, just from a single look at you, that you're his and his alone. ┈ ✦
Jude Jazza/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Breeding; Breeding Kink; Possessive Sex; Marking; Massage; Dirty Talk; Teasing; Spooning; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Fluff at the end • wordcount: 2,014 • masterlist
A/N: Congrats Jude lovers on getting to read his route at last!
2000 Followers Celebration - IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON - Prompt 2. As a proof that you belong to them
Jude seems particularly absent-minded tonight. While there's a plethora of things to occupy his mind at all times, a busy man as he is, you suspect that the reason may lie elsewhere. And while that elsewhere could be some blissful place that you sent his consciousness to, giving him a shoulder massage while you muse on this, you doubt that's the case either.
Fortunately, he gives you a clue before you have the chance to further investigate and end up tangled up in your own overthinking.
"Hey. That bloke from today, what was he bletherin' about?"
You pause your movements for a second, giving Jude only a confused humming noise in reply. The sparse light from your night lamp contours Jude's frame, but even if he blocks the source of it, your eyes have already adapted to the semi-darkness of the room, and you can see the shape of Jude's back muscles clearly. Maybe it's your imagination helping to fill the gaps, having seen all of it enough to visualize it in your mind's eye with ease. You resume your movements, directing your gaze elsewhere so it doesn't distract you as you massage Jude's soreness away.
Your poor Jude. Today has been rough on him, a massage is the least you could do. The events of the day saw him having to "negotiate" up close and personal with some bastards, and ultimately, some punches were thrown. Things don't go smoothly every time, no matter how cautious one is. That's not to say that Jude didn't have the upper hand in the end - the mission was a success without a doubt - but you did get worried about him.
Recalling what happened now should lead you to a proper answer for whatever is bothering Jude, but you have nothing. The guys he had a fight with did blurt out some things to provoke him, none of which stand out enough in your memory.
A second too long passes in silence, and you wonder if Jude was only rambling to himself. But he soon picks up the topic where he left off.
"Why is it so surprisin' that ya'd be courtin' with me?"
Ah. It takes you a second to recollect whose words Jude is quoting, but you arrive there soon. With how dynamic your new life is at Crown, you meet so many people in one day - even more so during missions - that it's easy to forget. And this one bit in particular wasn't in your daily report, so you didn't have the chance to refresh your memory on it, until now.
It was shortly after the mission that you and Jude ran into some old acquaintance of his - a business buddy, most likely. It was a short encounter. Jude's face was dirtied with blood, cigar hanging from his lips. While it definitely wasn't the time or the place for the two of them to catch up, it was inevitable that at some point the man looks at you in question and asks Jude, “Who’s the girl?”
You remember it because it gave you quite some butterflies in the stomach to hear Jude address you as his lover without hesitation like that. In your dreamy haze, you didn't quite register the reaction of the man. You think he said something inclining to a “really?", a surprise in his tone for sure. Is this what Jude's talking about?
You let out a chuckle, switching out the spot you've been massaging to another one on his other shoulder blade, using two hands for added pressure.
"Jude, you looked scary next to me! Of course that wouldn't be his first assumption."
Jude clicks his tongue. The next thing you know, he reaches behind himself and captures one of your wrists, pulling you down until you fall sideways onto the bed next to him. He props his weight on his arm just next to your head, caging you with his body.
"Forget 'bout that. I wanna make love to you."
Fire spreads across your face, and soon, down to your loins. It's so sudden, but you're far from the thought of protesting - there's something sensual in the atmosphere tonight, with the low light and the skin-on-skin contact you've been engaging in for some time now. Still, your quickly growing arousal isn't coming in the way of your rational thinking completely.
"Aren't you tired?"
"I'm good. Show me how ya want to take me."
It's unfair, making you do such scandalous things when not even a single article of clothing has been taken off. But it is especially because of that why it feels so awfully exciting, and Jude knows the impact it has on you. Instead of getting into a provocative display in front of his eyes, you eye him coyly and absently trail a hand down your side.
"Can I remain like this? I want you spooning me…"
Jude lets out a wry laugh, then lets his weight fall down next to you. Your back is pressed to his naked torso now, and his hands get to work all too quickly, joining your hand at your hip - entangling your fingers together just for a brief moment, before he breaks the hold in order to put his hand under the hem of your dress. He squeezes your thigh, enjoying the way your flesh there burns. Then, unceremoniously, he gets into your underwear.
"Nmhh-!"
Toying with your clit in a manner that's more aimed to make you squirm than to pleasure you, you’re left to helplessly grind back against Jude as he puts one of his legs between yours, letting your limbs entangle.
"Be a good princess and keep that out of the way fer me."
He drags your underwear to the side, all the way until it rides way up the globe of your ass, and you obediently replace Jude's hand and hold it in place. He hasn't even taken his cock out yet but he makes you anticipate him - baring your core to him, glistening and ready, without even the ability to meet his gaze you're left to listen to the sound of him undoing his pants and wait.
"Jude… I need you…"
Urging him on, you're granted a grunt that almost scolds you for your lack of patience. Then you gasp as you feel the hot flesh of Jude's cock poking your thigh.
He purposefully misses your hole again and again, toying with you as you try to wiggle your ass closer to his cock and impale yourself onto him - to no avail, of course, as he won't let it happen just yet.
"Just what am I supposed to do to ya?"
You give it no further thought than to chant some deeply embarrassing pleas to be fucked, trying to lower your voice enough so that it doesn't reach you own ears if possible.
"I'll have to leave some kind of mark on ya so that everybody knows yer mine."
Jude's words catch you off guard, but his actions do so way more. He shoves his cock in you in one smooth, deep thrust - not too fast, but firm enough to make all the air escape your lungs in the form of one prolonged moan. He's not much different despite being in control of the situation, as a sound of pleasure escapes his own lips upon the entry.
"What'd that be, huh? Something that can be told by afar. Good ol' hickeys don't cut it anymore."
"Nghhh… Jude!"
Feeling your lover's hot breath close in on your neck, you prepare yourself for the mark he'll leave on the skin. He stops sucking on the spot too fast for it to properly redden the skin, illustrating his point as he deems it futile either way.
With Jude embracing your side, the angle makes it for a bit shallow of a penetration, but it's definitely tighter inside you that way, making things just as stimulating for the both of you. He feels huge, so huge that you even wonder if he's getting close already.
"Maybe… I'll put a bun in yer oven."
Your eyes snap open. While your mind was only half present to react to the dirty promises Jude makes to you, this one etches itself into your consciousnes, his words echoing in your head.
"J-Jude… you mean to-"
"Think 'bout it fer a minute, princess. I'll stuff yer belly full and heavy. And one look at ya will be making it clear as day that it is my little brat inside ya."
Head spinning with the images Jude put into it, you find your body reacting quite well to the things Jude "threatens" to do to it. Needless to say, your pussy uncontrolably clenches around his cock; walls swollen and pulsing as you crave more.
"They'd know that yer mine. My woman."
The possessiveness in Jude's tone wraps like a second skin around you; a secure hold much like the one he currently has on you, keeping you in place as you receive his thrusts. You're so close to coming undone. You feel it so deeply in your core now, deeper than before - you know it's your womb calling for him, an itch that's been stirred awake and won't find relief now that Jude has planted that idea into your head.
"Ya like how that sounds, huh?"
Jude's question comes with a grab of your chin, tilting it back just enough so that he can cover your lips with his. It's a short-lived kiss, because he wants you to speak.
"Jude, please… I need it!"
"I'll give it to ya then."
Jude's thrusts grow in speed, and you raise your leg to make more room for his hips to rut into you. The action sends you into a spiral of pleasure that builds up so gradually that you know you'll both be finding your culmination in no time. But you're not prepared for the way Jude changes his hold on you, moving his hand from your hip to your belly.
The pressure he puts just over your womb, brought by his unstopping thrusts, feels so delicious for some reason. In a matter of seconds, you shout out his name and start convulsing into a wild storm of pleasure, walls tighening around Jude's cock so much you almost push him out. He groans and rocks his hips to make sure he's as deep inside you as possible as he shoots his semen in your core, spurt after spurt, filling you to the brim.
The hand resting over your belly remains there as both of you start to come down from your high. Its warmth is making you melt under the touch - or perhaps it's his hot cum inside you that you're feeling.
You tilt your chin towards him again, the angle somewhat allowing you to meet his gaze. And you look in his eyes, really look into them.
His purple gaze is framed by those familiar shadows; the hint of tiredness mixing with the coldness meant to intimidate. Though they always soften when they look at you. Especially after you've made love. You try to imagine the spark that'd enter those eyes if you bring one more person into this world who would love Jude like you do. You wonder if they'd be less tired then, or maybe more. Perhaps it would be the good kind of tiredness this time around. He'd be a strict parent, but he'd be gentle towards your kid, that much you are sure of.
He'd be… soft. Glowing…
Your eyes are getting really heavy now, and it's not helping much that Jude keeps holding you right where you are, not even withdrawing his cock from inside you. It's a nice, snug fit - every part of you and him, that's it.
He'd be… looking good with his "little brat" by his side, or even riding on his shoulders. Wouldn't the people know then, with you next to him, that he too, is yours?
Letting the thoughts float away like soap bubbles in the wind, you drift off to sleep with Jude's hand on your stomach.
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The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend?
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 14,599
Genre/Trope: Brother's best friend, fluff, smut
Content Warning: Sex work, alcohol, attempt at humor, pet names, dirty talk, phone sex, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, car sex, blow jobs, creampie
A/N: Don’t judge me for the bad dirty talk 🥴 I'm way better now than I was then
What was Jai listening to? agust d - agust d // cyber sex - doja cat
It all started with a bottle of vodka and a Twilight drinking game. You were pretty good at holding your liquor, so you didn’t expect the night to end up with you passed out on the floor of your living room, your roommate using your butt as a pillow.
The mixed drink Harlow prepared for the two of you wasn’t half bad. Clearly, her time in bartending school had paid off, even though she never actually got a job as a bartender. Now the knowledge was merely a perk and the promise of a fun time. So sipping the fruity vodka cocktail was easy, but you hadn’t anticipated just how many times you would need to take a drink for every time Edward did something creepy that Bella found romantic, or when the CGI effects for vampires running were absolutely shit. Even every time a vampire hissed was a drinking rule that had you feeling woozy only a quarter of the way into the movie.
“How is this movie about teenagers?” Harlow slurred. She was slowly tilting closer to you, eventually leaning completely on your shoulder. “When I was a teenager I was playing Sims.”
“Bella should have stayed home and played Sims. She could have turned out alright,” you said with a nod, reaching towards the coffee table to take a shot because one of the vampires began sparkling. You definitely didn’t need another shot, though. And neither did Harlow.
“Exactly!” Harlow tossed her shot glass back and then slammed it onto the table. “These days teenagers are fucking doing meth and cybersexing.”
“Cybersexing? Is that the verb for it?” You smirked at your roommate, prodding her in the ribs.
“Shut up! I’m gonna look it up.” She swatted your hand away and pulled out her phone. “Damn. We could make good money doing this. Look, you can make like $35 an hour.” She rested her head on your shoulder and stuck her phone in your face. It was a Cosmo article about “inside the life of a phone sex operator” - journalism at its finest.
“That is a lot of money for not having to leave the apartment…” Despite the tacky pinks and cursive font of the article title, you took Harlow’s phone and scrolled through it. “AfterDark. What a predictable name for a phone sex hotline…”
You were currently in between full-time jobs, working as a freelance web designer. A little extra cash couldn’t hurt. And Harlow would appreciate you not being late on rent every month.
“We could totally do it. We have sexy voices, don’t we?”
“I mean, I guess?” You handed Harlow’s phone back.
“Think of all the music festivals we could save up for,” Harlow tempted you, getting in your face to stare at your eyes. “Think of all the ice cream cakes we could buy without feeling guilty about it.”
Well obviously she had you at ice cream cakes.
“Okay, okay!”
Harlow squealed and you’d never seen someone’s thumbs move so quickly as she began registering for an account through the hotline mentioned in the article. In all honesty, you couldn’t even remember the rest of the night. All you had when you woke up was a killer hangover and a new AfterDark account.
“Honey Velour? What kind of name is that?” In the morning you read the confirmation email congratulating you on your first step towards becoming an AfterDark “fairy”.
“At least you didn’t use your real name…” Harlow whined, staring at her phone as she leaned against the island counter in your kitchen. “I picked Harlow Adore… Hey, we kinda rhyme.”
Yes, because that was what mattered.
“Maybe you can change it,” you pointed out. Turning back to Harlow, you placed in front of her a plate of the scrambled eggs and sausage you prepared. “Eat.”
Harlow may have been in charge of submitting rent payments and other adult responsibilities, but you made sure she stayed alive.
“Ohh, so you think we should keep up with this?” Of course Harlow noticed the way your words implied that she would continue the account rather than delete it.
“That’s not what I said,” you sat down on the stool beside Harlow. “But I guess it can’t hurt to try it out…”
What was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t like you’d ever have to do anything with your clients.
You found very quickly that phone sex was a hit or miss for you - at least, initially. After a few months of learning the ins and outs of being an AfterDark “fairy”, you’d gotten your ratings high enough that you had a handful of regular customers you could rely on to tip you well. Having regulars helped a lot; it meant that more of your calls were with people you at least had some familiarity with. It was always the random men who stressed you out the most, impossible to know if you were about to have someone polite on the other line or an absolute creep.
Looking at the time on your phone, you gently but firmly shoved Harlow’s legs off your lap and stood up from the couch.
“Oooh, are you gonna go get your freak on with D-Boy?” Harlow cooed, wiggling her shoulders in what she probably thought was a seductive manner.
“Leave me alone,” you huffed, but you couldn’t suppress a smile.
Initially, it felt weird for you and Harlow to know when each other was working with a client, but after a while you got over it. Money was money, and you were best friends. You told each other everything, anyway.
“I will eagerly await an update,” she said, snuggling back into her blankets and putting her headphones in to give you privacy as she finished the movie she was watching.
Despite the handful of decent guys you’d connected with, there was only one client who drew you in enough that everything you said you were doing was true. When you said you were touching yourself to his voice, you really were; it wasn’t just a lie to keep up the fantasy you were creating. The conversation never felt awkward nor did it feel like the end goal was to get him off - even though you both knew that was the end goal and he was paying for it. If anything, sometimes it felt like he was the one leading the conversation, rather than you.
You found yourself looking forward to the nights you had a call scheduled with him - and the two of you actually scheduled calls. He would send you a message on AfterDark to see when you were free. Something about that thoughtfulness made you like him more. Even though you knew it was probably for his own convenience, it felt like he was being mindful of your life, too.
With your favorite Spotify playlist quietly playing from your Bluetooth speakers, you plopped onto your bed. Harlow called him D-Boy because of his AfterDark username, DBoy93. You had no idea what his real name was, and of course he didn’t know yours either.
The anonymity of the hotline was what kept you on it. You had no idea how in-person sex workers or camgirls could handle seeing the faces and bodies of their clients, or showing off their own. It seemed too awkward. You had mad respect for them, though.
Sometimes you wondered why D-Boy started using the hotline. From his voice alone you felt like he had to be hot. It was low and so deep sometimes it sounded like he was mumbling, his words slurring together with such intense vibrations. And his voice was soft, comforting even. You wished you could have a recording of it to play whenever you wanted. Was that weird??
Your phone ringing pulled you out of your thoughts and your heart quickened as you pressed 1 to accept the call.
“Hi,” you said with a breathy tone that was a true representation of how much you looked forward to hearing his voice, and not because you were putting on a sultry front.
“Hey sweetheart. How are you doing?”
“I’m supposed to be asking you that,” you said with a small laugh, rolling over to lie on your stomach in your bed. You were down bad if the pet name from some faceless stranger was going to make you go crazy.
You heard him chuckle before responding, “And you can, but after you answer my question. Last time you told me you’d applied for that new job. How’d it go?”
No matter how many times you talked, you were shocked at how much he paid attention to whatever insignificant details you told him about your life. It was amazing how much time he was willing to spend to just sit around and talk to you when he was paying for every minute that went by.
“After my phone interview they invited me for an in-person interview. I’m going next week!”
“That’s awesome! I knew you would do great.” Dare you say his excitement sounded real? “If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re pretty skilled at talking on the phone…”
“Oh you got jokes, huh?” You nearly snorted into the phone, but that wouldn’t have been very sexy of you. So you tried to hold in your laughter at his tasteless joke.
However, it did remind you of what you were supposed to be doing right now. “What about you, though? Tell me what stress I can help you with…”
You knew he worked an office job that paid well, something that had to do with finance. Clearly he had the money to talk to you about your dumb life a couple times a month. But you also knew his heart really belonged to music and the stress of chasing a music career regularly frustrated him.
“I think you’re my lucky charm, actually.”
His response caught you off guard and you had to stop yourself from asking what he meant. Sometimes it was better to let silence encourage talking.
“After our last call I scored a couple local gigs, and I might be a festival opener next month. Had to be your energy blessing me.” You thought you could hear a smile in his voice from the way his pitch lifted a bit higher than normal.
“Oh shut up. That was all you. I’m just a voice on the phone,” you insisted, but you were wearing a smile of your own.
“Yeah, a really sexy voice on the phone.” You sensed the shift in mood as his voice dropped low. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible you sounded cumming for me last time. I’d fucking listen to that all night, every night.”
“If only you could have seen me, babe” you said, a smirk forming as you thought back to that night. “My bed sheets were completely soaked through.”
“Are you in bed now?” You could hear rustling in the background and you imagined it was him getting comfortable.
“Mhmm,” you murmured, rolling onto your back so you could prop yourself up on your pillows. One of your manicured hands reached down to slip beneath your underwear, gliding lightly over your skin. “Wearing my red lace thong you said you like. Maybe one day I’ll send you a picture. Or maybe a video of me touching myself like I’m doing right now.”
“Damn, sweetheart… You’d do that for me?” The rustling turned into the clear sound of clothes being removed. His breathing came out in soft puffs, like he was concentrating on something.
“Mhmm, daddy. I can’t stop thinking about that deep, sexy voice of yours. Just thinking about it makes me start dripping.”
“Daddy?” The way he moaned told you he liked your new pet name for him. You’d never called any of your other clients daddy, not even the ones you knew would enjoy it.
“You like that, daddy? You like when I call you daddy while you imagine you’re fucking my mouth? God, I wish I could taste your cock.”
You put him on speaker and placed your phone beside you to better capture the wet sounds your pussy was making as you fingered yourself.
“Tell me how you touch yourself, princess. I wanna hear you moan.”
Describing what you were doing was usually the part you hated the most because it was usually a lie. You ended up saying the same shit every time, but you always reminded yourself that this was money. With him, everything was different. The description of how you touched yourself, your fingers dipping inside your entrance, the way you stimulate your clit, it was all easy to share with him. Easy, and made the entire thing so much more arousing.
“Oh fuck, yes, can you hear me fucking myself? How dripping wet I am for you, baby?”
“I want you to use three fingers, sweetheart. Stretch yourself out for me,” he groaned, the wet sounds on his end getting sloppier.
The two of you could go on forever, and not just because you were trying to suck money out of him. You genuinely got lost in his voice and the sound of him pleasuring himself to you.
After a while, you were already reaching the end.
“Ohh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your walls clenching around your fingers as your other hand continued rubbing circles around your clit. “Please, daddy, let me come. Tell me I can cum.”
“Fuck, yes, I’m close too. Cum for me sweetheart. Let’s cum together. Imagine me filling up that tight little pussy.”
You would probably do anything for that smooth voice.
When you masturbated on your own, you were a fairly quiet person. But whenever your favorite client was involved, you made sure to be as vocal as possible. You knew he loved it; it was always what pushed him over the edge. You could hear the sound of his fist coming down on his cock and the deep moans as you imagined him throwing his head back to release.
“I can’t believe you called me daddy,” he said after a moment, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he attempted to calm down his breathing.
“You loved it.” You gave him the same laugh in return, your limbs stretched out on your bed as your body hummed.
“I did. It was unexpected.”
“I’m full of surprises.”
And when you finally ended the call and drifted off to sleep that night, you dreamt of a nameless voice whose cadence gently lifted you away.
Vintage Vinyl was your older brother’s baby. When your parents found out that he’d used all his college savings to open up a record store, they nearly had a heart attack. What did Jesse know about owning a business? Absolutely nothing! Yet the store became a local favorite practically overnight. It probably helped that Jesse was a charismatic little shithead (respectfully) and he hosted a lot of events after hours at the store to get people involved beyond browsing decades-old vinyls and CDs.
Since you were the doting little sibling, you regularly attended these events, even volunteering to help Jesse out with whatever he needed to keep everything afloat. Like now, as you stood with Harlow at your elbow, a stack of flyers in your arms.
“What am I supposed to be doing with these?”
Jesse rushed around the record store, clearing out space around the mini stage in the back of the store. The stage was where he hosted a new event, “Freestyle Fridays”, where Jesse invited local musicians to perform every other Friday night. He considered it a great way for local musicians to get noticed. You thought the name sounded tacky, but apparently every emo Gen-Z and hipster Millennial in your town was all over this shit.
“Hand them out to people when they come in, stupid.” Jesse let his head fall to the side as he looked at you with questioning eyes. “Are you so young you don’t know what promotional flyers are?”
“Why are you so dramatic? I’m a 90s baby, what are you even talking about.” You handed half the stack to Harlow so she could help out instead of ogling your brother like he was a chocolate cake and it was her birthday. “Let’s go. People are waiting outside.”
As people filed in, you dutifully handed out the flyers. They were on half-sheets of paper with a simple design on the front: a skull logo with intricate flowers coming out of the eyes and mouth. It was kind of creepy, but in a delicate way, if that was possible. Beneath the skull was what you assumed was the name of the musician, AGUST D, along with a few concert dates.
“Do you think that was a typo? Not having the second “U”?” Harlow had to work in overdrive to pass out the flyers as even more people flooded the record store. You wondered if Jesse even knew what the building’s maximum capacity was.
“I don’t know, I feel like they would have made sure it was correct.”
Once the lights darkened to prepare for the performance, Jesse relieved you of your flyer duties so you and Harlow could sit back and enjoy whatever you were about to witness. Everyone was crowded around the stage, but the two of you hung out near the records.
“Alright guys, I hope you’re excited for tonight. This Freestyle Friday guest is a special person in my life,” Jesse began, playing MC on the stage.
Who the fuck was a “special person” to Jesse, a man who could die staring at himself in the mirror? Did he have a girlfriend?? You stood on your toes to see over the person in front of you.
“He’s been my best friend since high school, and he’s only recently moved back home. So please give my bro a warm welcome! Introducing Min Yoongi, aka Agust D!”
“Min Yoongi? Wow, what a fucking throwback,” Harlow whispered in your ear as intro music began to play. “He hasn’t been around since he graduated from college, right?”
You nodded, eyes watching a figure climb the stairs to the stage. Jesse embraced the man in a rough hug, slapping his broad back before giving the stage over to him.
Min Yoongi was your brother’s best friend. The two of them went to high school and college together; they were nearly inseparable for eight years of their life. But when Jesse moved back home after college graduation, Yoongi moved away. By then you were just starting college.
The man who stood on the stage before you was definitely not the boy you remembered shooting your brother with nerf guns as they ran around the house, jumping on the couch and getting a loud lecture from your mother. Or the same boy who made you pinky promise not to tell your parents when he came to pick up Jesse when they snuck out of the house at 1am. It had shocked you how much bigger Yoongi’s pinky finger was compared to yours, but you’d just been a kid and he was a teenager not wanting his friend’s kid sibling to ruin their plans to get drunk. Funny how a pinky promise was all it took back then.
“He got hot,” Harlow spoke into your ear again, but whatever else she said was drowned out by Yoongi addressing the crowd.
“Thanks Jess. Never thought I’d see the day you’d admit to a room full of people that I’m special to you,” Yoongi spoke into the microphone in his hand. He shot your brother a gummy smile, which your brother responded to with a, “Fuck you man!”
The moment Yoongi opened his mouth you felt your knees buckle. You must have made a sound because Harlow’s head whipped to the side to give you a funny look.
“Bitch, why are you wheezing? Oh my god, are you having an asthma attack!? Do I need to get Jesse?!” Harlow grabbed your stiff arm and tried to pry your fingers from digging into the table of vinyls the two of you were leaning against.
“I grew out of my asthma, you know that,” you forced out. It had to be your brain playing tricks on you, right? You were tired and hungry, right? There was no way the smooth, rumbling voice that reverberated through the record store was the same voice that called you sweetheart and moaned into your ears multiple times a month.
Sure, D-Boy had a unique voice, but anyone could sound like anyone! There were billions of people on this earth. No one was truly unique. Yoongi just sounded like him. And it was making you feel heat travel up your neck and down your legs.
“Y/N, seriously, you look like you saw a fucking ghost.”
“I’m fine,” you gritted your teeth.
Yoongi and Jesse’s bantering continued for a bit until Yoongi properly introduced himself as a rapper, thanking the audience for being there to check out his music. He adjusted the white baseball cap he wore and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the way his tongue slowly swiped over his bottom lip, pausing at the corner of his mouth, before he brought the microphone up to begin rapping.
It didn’t take a genius to recognize that Yoongi had a lot of fucking skill. His music was just like the logo you saw on the flyers; his rap style was aggressive, but most of the lyrics were melancholic in the most beautiful way. And then there was a line about his tongue making people cum, which was… too much for you to process in that moment, especially when Harlow squeezed your arm after she heard the lyric.
“I don’t know if I should cry or be turned on right now. Or want to fucking fight someone,” Harlow grinned, her eyes trained on Yoongi’s expressive stage presence, lighting up every time one of his veiny hands adorned with large rings reached down to grab at his crotch.
You stood there for almost an hour trying to convince yourself that you were projecting your own life onto this man simply because his presence was unexpected and he’d grown up to be, as Harlow so eloquently put it, “hot”. You’d almost convinced yourself until a single lyric was spat from Yoongi’s lips that had even Harlow turning her wide eyes to stare at you.
“Did he?” Harlow’s acrylic nails dug into your side as she grabbed a hold of your shirt. “Y/N, did he just call himself D-Boy?”
“No,” you said immediately, refusing to look her in the face. You kept your sights straight ahead at the man on the stage.
“Y/N, yes he did! He said, I’m D-Boy because I’m from the D,” Harlow shook you to get your attention, but you continued to ignore her. “I know for a fact that he said that!”
And at that moment Yoongi’s eyes swept the audience, briefly passing over you as he repeated the lyric in question again, before moving on to another person in the crowd. You immediately felt your face heat up, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away.
“See?!”
Harlow was clawing at you like she was feral now, but her antics were quickly shut down when the person standing next to her loudly shushed her. She dropped her hands to her sides and you saw out of the corner of your eye her lips pinch into a tiny pout.
When the song ended and Yoongi made his final thank yous, Jesse flipped the lights in the store back on, causing the entire crowd to groan.
“What are you, a bunch of vampires? Get the fuck out. Freestyle Friday is over.” Many people chuckled at Jesse’s crass humor, and you were glad someone liked it. Sure as fuck wasn’t you.
With his arm slung around Yoongi’s shoulders, Jesse steered the now sweaty man through the gradually thinning crowd, and they were aiming right for you.
“Harlow, we gotta go.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door, pretending that you didn’t hear Jesse holler your name.
“Wait, what about Jess and Yoongi?” Harlow nearly tripped trying to keep up with you.
“I’ll text Jess later. I forgot I was supposed to submit a project proposal to a client before midnight.”
Harlow nodded solemnly, probably upset that she wouldn’t be able to ogle both your brother and Yoongi now, but she knew how serious you took your freelance web design work.
It was a shame you were lying out your ass, but there was no way you were sticking around to interact with anyone calling themselves D-Boy.
“Girl, did you know we can get AfterDark fan mail?”
A small cardboard box rested on the coffee table in your living room, its corners busted in like it had gone through some shit to eventually end up in your apartment. You sat on the floor at the table, turning the box around in your hands to examine the packaging.
“I did not,” Harlow answered, her cute slippered feet padding over to stand beside you. She leaned down to watch you stab the box cutter into the top and slowly rip the thing open.
“Apparently if our clients want to send us something, they can send it to AfterDark to make sure it’s not, like, dangerous or something. And then AfterDark forwards it to us.”
You sat up on your knees to give yourself better leverage to rip the flaps apart. Digging through the packing material, your fingers eventually slid against something silk.
“Oooh,” you murmured curiously. Lifting the material out of the box, you slowly unfurled a baby pink silk robe.
“This shit is fancy,” Harlow said with a clap, nearly spilling the coffee mug in her hands. “Put it on!”
All you were wearing was a t-shirt and pajama shorts, so it would be easy to gauge how you looked with the robe on. Standing up, you slipped your arms through the robe and tied it around your waist, immediately finding that the robe had pockets, too.
“How do I look? Fabulous?”
You struck a pose worthy of ANTM for Harlow. She let out a high whistle and fanned herself with her free hand. Basking in the ridiculousness of it all, you pushed the joke further by strutting down the length of the living room like you were working a catwalk, hips swaying.
Before you reached the end of the room, Harlow was calling out your name to make you stop.
“I only just noticed the back!” She motioned for you to remove the robe.
“Did I rip it?” You shrugged the robe off and held it up in front of yourself to examine the back. In gold cursive embroidery was your AfterDark alias, Honey Velour, across the back where the robe fell against your shoulder blades. The handiwork was absolutely beautiful, but it made you feel like a pornstar. Or a WWE champ.
“Who bought you this? Oh my god, what if it was D-Boy.” Harlow snatched the package invoice to see if there was a name or note. “Why haven’t any of my clients bought me anything, the fuck.”
If this had happened even two days earlier, you would have been thrilled to receive such a cute gift from your favorite client. But after the whole “Yoongi showing up after years of not seeing him and calling himself D-Boy” coincidence, you would rather have a week or two of nothing D-Boy-related. Like a cleanser.
“Who is Xander J?” Harlow handed you the paper, confirming that it wasn’t D-Boy sending you sexy robes.
“He’s another one of my regulars. He’s pretty nice. I think he’s married, though…” you admitted with a cringe. That made it awkward, but you weren’t the morality police here. You were just trying to make some extra cash.
A sudden pounding on the front door to your apartment made Harlow squeal in surprise, nearly dropping her coffee again.
“Oh shit, is the maintenance guy supposed to come today?” you whispered at her. You tossed the robe onto the couch and started stuffing the trash back into the cardboard box.
“No, they don’t come this early on a Saturday morning.” Harlow shook her head and slowly tiptoed to the door as another knock came banging through. She stuck her eye against the peephole and then quickly spun around to face you once more.
“Who is it??” you urged.
“Your brother and-” Harlow was cut off by a voice only your mother could love.
“Hey big head, you and Harlow are shit at whispering!”
With a groan, you motioned for Harlow to open the door. She raised her eyebrows high, but you assumed her timid behavior was due to the fact that she was wearing a giant unicorn onesie and drinking coffee out of a Goofy mug. As much as you knew she wanted to bone your brother, she was not doing herself any favors today with that outfit.
“Finally, you guys act like you’re hiding a murder scene in here.”
Growing up, Jesse had been the small hurricane to your lone palm tree. The two of you loved each other, but you had very different personalities. He was boisterous and arrogant; you were lowkey and minded your own business. But when you saw that he had brought you donuts from your favorite local donut shop… well… you could admit he wasn’t terrible all the time.
“Eeee, Jess!” You made grabby hands at the box of donuts, ready to peek inside to see if he’d gotten the cinnamon twist ones. But your enthusiasm quickly died when Jesse took a step to the side and another person entered your apartment.
“Hey, Y/N, Harlow.”
If there was one sound you could listen to for the rest of your life, it would be that deep voice repeating your name over and over again.
Yoongi raised a hand up to greet Harlow who hovered behind you.
“Damn, last time I saw you guys was at your college graduation, right?” It was cute how Yoongi was such a part of the family that he’d attended you and Harlow’s graduation.
“And remember Harlow got so drunk at dinner she threw up?” Jesse shook his head and gave Harlow a hard look. “You were messy.”
Harlow opened her mouth and closed it again, eyes shifting to look at you. But you weren’t in any position to come to her rescue because you were still looking at Yoongi.
The baseball cap was gone, putting his platinum blonde hair on display. It looked soft and fluffy, as if he may have taken a shower that morning and let it air dry. The blonde was a stark difference compared to his natural color you’d grown up seeing him in, but it looked good. It brought out the intensity of his eyes.
“Well are you going to eat the donuts or what? Don’t disrespect me by not eating my food.” Jesse pushed you towards the living room, much preferring your soft couches than the structure of a kitchen table.
“It’s not your food, Jess. You didn’t make it.” It seemed that Harlow had finally found her voice. She sat down in one of the armchairs by herself. Her current tactic was to distance herself from Jesse; she thought it might make her get over her crush. You were convinced there was no end to something that had gone one for at least ten years.
“You don’t know that.” Jesse plopped down onto the couch, Yoongi following his lead. That left you with nowhere to sit but next to Yoongi or on the floor.
Reminding yourself that you were simply jumping to conclusions about a coincidence that truly meant nothing, you eased into the couch next to Yoongi.
“Did you buy something?” Jesse pushed the box aside on the coffee table to place the donuts down.
For obvious reasons, you’d never told your brother that you were a sex hotline operator. He would have flipped his shit and probably told your parents. Even though you were in your twenties, your family still liked to think they had a say in what you did with your life.
“Me and Harlow are always finding weird shit on the internet,” you mumbled around the cinnamon donut you’d taken a bite out of. “For example, this unicorn.”
Harlow shot you an irritated glare when you gestured to her outfit, but she didn’t have a chance to cuss you out before Jess was running his mouth again.
“Was it this?” He held up the robe you’d so carelessly left draped on the back of the couch. “Honey Velour? Is that some Victoria’s Secret thing? You’re so gross.”
You may have been imagining it in your sudden panic, but you thought you felt Yoongi tense at Jesse’s rapid-fire questions.
“Jesse!” You got up and snatched the robe from your brother. “You’re the one who showed up at my apartment unannounced. You don’t get to complain about my clothes.”
Stomping towards your bedroom, you tossed the robe onto your bed and slammed the door shut.
“And for the record, it’s not some Victoria’s Secret thing. Get your head out of the gutter you freak.”
Jesse stared up at you with shock as you huffed and puffed your way back to sitting on the couch next to Yoongi, who was now leaned back into the couch. He sat with his hands in his lap and his legs spread slightly, forcing your thigh to press against his because you didn’t have any more room to scoot over.
“Touchy,” Jesse called you out after a moment.
“So, Yoongi!” Harlow was doing her little anxiety leg bounce in her chair, so you knew she was ready to move on from the awkward situation. “Me and Y/N loved your performance last night. Like, wow. I had no idea you were still into rapping like that. Tell us all about what you’ve been up to!”
“Thank you.” He grinned that gummy smile you had etched into your memory and you saw Harlow’s neck start to turn blush red. “I haven’t been up to much. Been working as a financial advisor for a pharmaceutical company and they moved me up here for a new position. I’m staying over at Jesse’s until I can close on a condo I’ve been looking at.”
You were trying, really trying, to stop jumping to conclusions. But too many things were adding up between Yoongi and D-Boy, and you could practically see Harlow doing the math, too. The voice. The nickname. The finance-based occupations. The pursuit of music due to dissatisfaction with working an office job. The fact that they both seemed to have money.
“That sounds sooo fancy and smart,” Harlow perked up, just for Yoongi to give her another smile.
“Too bad Yoong is an idiot.” Leave it to Jesse to need to ruin a compliment if it wasn’t directed at himself.
“Only ‘cause I’ve spent too much time around you,” Yoongi shot back, earning a proud nod from Jess. Their relationship was so weird.
“You guys have known each other sooo long,” Harlow pushed herself back into the conversation. “But I forgot, where did you grow up, Yoongi?”
Harlow refused to look at you, her light brown eyes zeroed in on Yoongi’s face. Anyone else would think she was verbally throwing herself on the attractive older man, but you knew the truth. She was meddling in your life.
“I’m from Daegu. Moved here for high school ‘cause my dad got a new job.”
“Daegu, cool! I think I remember that now, but it just feels like it was so long ago.” The cheshire grin that spread across Harlow’s face was for no one but you.
Yoongi’s rap from the night before replayed in your mind. He was D-Boy from the D. Another coincidence? Or were you actually cursed?
“Do you guys want something to drink? I’m really thirsty. I’ll be in the kitchen!” You pushed yourself off the couch, banging your knee against the coffee table in the process. In the midst of Jesse busting a gut laughing at your pain, you nearly missed Yoongi’s offer.
“I’ll help you get drinks.”
“She doesn’t need any help,” Jess assured his friend and jabbed you in the ribs when you walked past.
“Yeah, I’m fine! I can handle it.”
“Nah, I’ll help.”
Internally cursing Harlow for not coming to your rescue, you led Yoongi out of the living room and into the kitchen.
“Seems like you and Jesse’s dynamic hasn’t changed,” Yoongi said with a chuckle. He leaned his hip against the kitchen counter and fluffed his blonde bangs around.
“Yup, still plagued by his bossy attitude.” You kept your eyes on searching for your favorite mug. The coffee Harlow made was cold by now, but that was nothing a microwave couldn’t fix.
“Speaking of bossiness, did you get that new job?”
You slammed the door of the microwave a bit too hard. Slowly turning back to Yoongi, you watched him with your heartbeat slowing down to a dangerous frequency. Never would you have thought in your adult life you’d get clammy hands, yet here you were clutching them together.
“Who told you I was looking for a new job?”
Yoongi’s eyebrows rose to disappear into his bangs, but a blink later and he was back to looking at you with a blank expression.
“Jess. But he’d probably hate that now you know he thought to bring you up when filling me in on what’s going on back home.”
“I’m waiting to hear back, but I’m hopeful. I’ve done a lot to update my portfolio, so we’ll see…” You handed Yoongi one of the now warm mugs of coffee to give to Jess.
“You’ll get it. How could anyone deny you?” Maybe you were imagining things, but you swore his voice dropped an octave or two. He gave you a wink and turned on his heel.
Yoongi returned to the living room to pick up where he’d left Jess and Harlow giving each other eyes you didn’t want to see.
“But how have the two of you been?”
Harlow rambled on about whatever dumb shit you guys got yourselves into, mostly suffering through work and drowning in bottomless mimosas during your weekend brunch dates. You stayed quiet and tried not to think too hard about the way your anxiety was bubbling up inside your chest. If your brother’s best friend was the guy you’ve been having phone sex with for months… What were the chances of that happening?
You barely paid attention to where the conversation ended; the mental journey of trying to explain away the coincidences was far more important.
“Soooo… I think we need to have a conversation.”
Harlow sat on her bed and watched you pace her bedroom while you waved your phone in the air in hysteria. The moment the boys left, the two of you screeched at each other in whatever unintelligible language until Harlow took charge and called a roomie meeting.
Although the meeting started off as a recap of every little detail that seemed too terrifying to be true about Yoongi and D-Boy, it only escalated when you received a notification from AfterDark.
DBoy93 sent you a message like he always did when he wanted to schedule a call. But this time, he wasn’t asking for your availability…
He’d given you his phone number.
“Okay, first of all, what are the chances that he messages you right after Yoongi and Jess leave?” Harlow was squeezing her pillow so tightly her face was turning red. You felt like you were in middle school freaking out about a stupid crush during a sleepover.
“I don’t know!”
“What else did the message say?”
“Literally just his phone number…” You slumped onto Harlow’s bed, slowly falling back until you were lying down beside her. Due to privacy rules, AfterDark blocked all clients’ phone numbers from fairies, and fairies’ numbers were also blocked from their clients. The only way a client could call their fairy was by using their AfterDark employee number, which would then forward the call to your phone. It was against the rules to personally contact clients.
“Shit,” Harlow said slowly, taking your phone to look at the number he’d sent. Of course it wasn’t familiar, though it did have the same area code as your city. “I guess you just have to text him.”
“What?!” You lifted your head to look at Harlow. “No way.”
“Why not? He sent it to you for a reason. Don’t you want to find out?” You were convinced this was just Harlow’s love of drama and gossip.
She was right, though. You were curious, despite how embarrassing it would be if D-Boy and Yoongi were the same person. You’d never be able to look at him again, but considering he was moving to your city… that meant you’d be seeing him a lot.
“But what do I say?” You rolled onto your stomach with your arms stretched out to hold your phone in front of you.
“I don’t know. Hi?”
“Yes, that is so eloquent,” you sighed, entering D-Boy’s number into your phone. You typed “Hi” and hovered for a long time without pressing send.
“Well how else do you start a conversation?” Harlow huffed, also moving to lie on her stomach next to you.
You pressed send and waited, the two of you with your eyes glued to the screen.
“Oh, he’s typing! He’s typing!” Harlow screeched, kicking her feet in the air.
[Unknown] this my favorite fairy?
“My heart is beating.” Harlow almost wanted to just snatch your phone and do this herself. “Say yes! Wait, be sexy about it. Tell him you better be his favorite.”
“Harlow…” You rolled your eyes but she continued to pester you until you did it.
[You] I’d hope I’m your favorite
You felt your entire body ache from the stress you were holding in as you waited for his next reply. This was too much for your little body to handle.
[Unknown] does jesse know what you’ve been up to?
Your neighbors had to have heard the scream you and Harlow let out. You threw your phone across the bed and jumped to your feet. Where did you think you were going to go? There was no escaping from this. You were fucked.
“Harlow! Harlow!” You bounced on your feet and slapped your hands against your cheeks. Holding your face like that, you stared at her with wide eyes, heart beating so violently you felt like your ribs were going to break. “WHAT THE FUCK.”
Yoongi was DBoy93 and he knew you were Honey Velour because he saw the robe…….
You’ve been having phone sex with your brother’s best friend without neither you nor Yoongi knowing it…………..
You were going to die.
“Listen,” Harlow held her hand out like she was trying to pause your freak out. “We can handle this.”
You stood in the middle of the room breathing heavily in a cold sweat, waiting for her answer.
“Yes??”
“Umm…” She gave you an awkward, straight-lip smile. “I actually don’t know.”
You collapsed to the floor in defeat. “This is statistically impossible. What are the chances out of all the people in the world, it would be him?”
“Maybe just continue the conversation like normal? Don’t let him know you’re freaking out?” Harlow handed your phone down to you. “It’s not like he’s going to tell Jess. Jess would literally kill him.”
You texted Yoongi a simple “No” and sat your phone on the floor next to you. The thing you and Harlow were ignoring was the fact that you liked D-Boy. You’d slowly become soft to him, even going so far as to wonder what would happen if you did meet him.
But now he was just another gross guy.
Reality sucked.
“Why do you think Yoongi was even doing all that? He’s so fucking hot. He could probably fuck whoever he wants.” Harlow chewed her bottom lip in thought.
She wasn’t wrong. Everything about him was perfect, down to his high cheekbones and the way his Adam’s apple moved when he spoke.
But no! You could NOT think about that.
[Unknown] that’s what i figured
[Unknown] i’m free later today if you wanna link up
“Y/N, I swear to GOD if you don’t say yes…” Harlow lunged for your phone after you read Yoongi’s last text out loud. You screamed, scrambling to get away from her, but she was too quick. She ran out of her bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom with your phone.
“Harlow, do not text him back!” You slammed your fist on the bathroom door, practically in tears. “Harlow! I’m going to start crying, stop it.”
Finally, Harlow swung the bathroom door open and handed you your phone.
“Just go with it, okay? He’ll be here in an hour.” She ran back to her bedroom before you could attack her. So you stood in the hallway, staring down at the chaos Harlow had created for you.
[You] I’m free whenever!
[Unknown] i can come pick you up in an hour?
[You] Works for me! We can go wherever you want
[Unknown] dope
“Why did you use so many exclamation points? Go wherever you want? Are you kidding me? You’re making me sound desperate!” You stomped down the hall to your bedroom to get dressed because apparently you were hanging out with Min Yoongi.
There was too much pressure to know what to wear since hanging out with him would automatically come with an awkward level of sexual tension - at least on your end. Maybe he just wanted to tell you that now he knew it was you, he was completely turned off. You hoped that wasn’t the case… but would it really matter? It wasn’t like anything could happen between the two of you.
You kept it simple with a high-waisted skirt and a modest crop top. Cute, but no different than your normal fashion when hanging out with friends. Did you slip into your Jordans because you knew Yoongi liked Nikes? No. Maybe. Perhaps.
Your heart nearly flew out of your chest when your phone rang, that same unknown number flashing on the screen.
“Hello?”
“I’m outside.”
Was it possible for a voice to both make you go cold and heat up every inch of your body?
You didn’t have Harlow to wish you good luck because she got stuck talking to her mom on the phone, so you ventured out of your apartment building on your own. It didn’t take long to spot Yoongi because he stood outside his parked car. The baseball cap was back, and he wore a long sleeve t-shirt with tight ripped jeans. How could he look so simple yet so attractive?
As you got closer, Yoongi opened the passenger door for you. You mumbled a soft “thank you” and scooted inside. The panic was slowly starting to set in once Yoongi took his seat behind the wheel and you realized that the two of you were stuck in a confined space together.
“So, Jesse’s at home…” Yoongi broke the silence as he started the car. “Where do you wanna go? Or do you just wanna drive?”
“Tillis Park?” It was a nice day and you imagined sitting at a picnic table talking to Yoongi would feel less like a date than if you went to a coffee shop, and at least it would let you have some space and fresh air.
The two of you didn’t speak again on the ride there, Yoongi letting a hip-hop playlist cycle through instead of forcing you to sit in complete silence. You remembered going on drives with Jess and Yoongi, back when they were okay with having you tag along with them on their outings. Yoongi was always so kind to you, never once complaining that you were with them, even once he and Jesse were in college and you were just a dumb highschooler. You never went anywhere in particular, just drove around with the windows down in the warm summer air and shouting along to your favorite songs. You saw life in rose-colored glasses, never imagining anything could get more complicated than agreeing on what radio station to play.
Now, you sat in a brand new Bentley, not the beat up Toyota Yoongi used to drive. No longer did you sink into beer-stained fabric seats nor did you crank down the windows for fresh air to escape the smell of marijuana that permeated Yoongi’s car. Now, your bare thighs pressed into black leather seats and the air that filtered through the vents smelled like Yoongi’s cologne, woody, bergamot and pepper.
Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of the park and the two of you got out of the car. You picked a trail and followed it, appreciating the quiet sounds of nature and the distant laughter of children at the playground on the other side of the park grounds. Unsurprisingly, he was the one to break the silence.
“You’re a lot shyer in person than I imagined,” he admitted, biting his bottom lip in a smirk as he watched you look everywhere except at him. “Didn’t imagine you’d be Jesse’s little sister, though.”
If only Harlow was there to help you work through this conversation because you had no idea how to respond to this man. You gestured towards a picnic table and sat down, Yoongi choosing to sit opposite of you, forcing you to look at him.
“I don’t know what you expect out of me in this situation,” you sighed, staring down at the picnic table. It was covered in drawings, and hearts with couple’s initials and anniversary dates on them.
“Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?” Yoongi spoke low and leaned closer to you by resting his elbows on the table. He held your gaze and watched your mouth fall open when he called you the pet name he’d used so many times over the phone. Just that alone was enough to spark a fire in your stomach; seeing the person behind the voice and the name was kicking your body into overdrive. He was so hot…
“You are my brother’s best friend,” you sternly reminded, more for yourself than for Yoongi.
“So?” He switched his baseball cap around to face backwards as he leaned even more into your personal space across the table.
“So we’ve crossed a line we shouldn’t have!” Your heart was beating so fast you felt like you might pass out. “If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have kept this up. I’m sorry if you feel your privacy has been violated. Especially since you had to pay for it.”
You knew what your brother’s best friend sounded like when he came. You practically had his moans and the sound of him jacking off memorized. Just thinking about it was enough to make your pussy throb.
“Knowing it was you this whole time doesn’t change the fact that I loved it,” Yoongi pressed on. “If anything, it’s made it a whole lot better.”
The lip bite and far too obvious smirk were back again and you felt frozen under his gaze as he looked you over. Hearing that affirmation had your stomach twisting in knots, but you had to fight it. You couldn’t let your desires overtake you, even with Yoongi teasing you like that.
“Yoongi… Why don’t you have a girlfriend or someone to hook up with? Why are you still talking to me?”
“You know how busy I was. I didn’t have time for a relationship.” Yoongi leaned back, giving you personal space once more. And you did know. “I made the account as a joke with my friends, but when I talked to you I realized I actually liked it.”
There was no denying the chemistry between the two of you, and beyond just sex. You genuinely enjoyed his company, and you felt he had, too.
“You made me feel comfortable and it didn’t feel like you were just getting money out of me. I felt like I could tell you anything and you wouldn’t judge me. Not that many people have been supportive of my music journey, so it was nice to have someone to talk about it with. I don’t know, maybe that was lame of me,” he continued.
Yoongi shrugged and you knew talking about his feelings in real life made him uncomfortable. “But you’re funny, and kind, and I felt like you were real with me when you talked about your life, too.”
“You always remembered the things I told you…” you said softly. He nodded, arms crossed against his chest.
“Of course. I cared. Even if I didn’t know who you were, you still felt real. And now I know why.” A small smile cracked his tough expression, and he shook his head in an effort to make it go away. “Jesse might be my best friend but you’re my favorite out of the two of you.”
“Yeah because Jess is a pain in the ass.”
The two of you snickered at each other, the tension dying down a bit.
“Are we cool now? Or are you gonna keep acting awkward around me for the rest of your life?”
Yoongi stood and stuck out his hand to help you up. You shivered at the warmth of his skin and the metal of his rings pressed against your fingers. Were you cool now? Could you live the rest of your life with the memories and attraction that came with your brother’s best friend?
You honestly didn’t think so, but you couldn’t tell him that. So you nodded and walked with him back to the car. Yoongi sat in the driver’s seat but didn’t turn on the car. Instead he kept his eyes on you, shoulder leaned into the seat and head rested back.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth now?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re not cool with this. You’re being awkward.”
You wanted to say, no shit Sherlock. Didn’t take a detective to see that.
“It’s awkward, Yoongi! How can you not think it’s awkward?” You pressed your fingers to your temples and tried to figure out how to explain the butterflies in your stomach. “We… Every time I look at you… Ugh, Yoongi, how the fuck am I supposed to hang out with you and Jesse and Harlow without thinking about you masturbating?!”
Yoongi shrugged, unphased by your mini outburst and straightforwardness. He was always so unbothered, such a stark contrast to your brother. “You’ll get over it eventually. You’ll forget about it.”
“I can’t,” you insisted and dropped your hands into your lap in defeat.
“You can’t forget? Or you don’t want to forget?” He leaned forward with his eyes narrowed, watching your face intently.
You felt your mouth go dry, and the swallow you tried to push down got caught in your throat. You knew exactly what he meant, but you couldn’t be the one to say it.
“No one has to know,” Yoongi said softly. “Your secret’s safe with me, sweetheart.”
He was referring to the secret of your phone sex history, so why did you feel like there was something else lying beneath his words? The way his eyes fell to your lips and how his forearm leaned against the center console to allow him to sit closer to you made you question if you were agreeing to keep only one secret.
“You can’t keep calling me sweetheart.”
“Why not? Does it make you feel some type of way?” Yoongi watched you with round, unsuspecting eyes. He lifted a hand to cup your face and ran his thumb over your lips, dragging down the corner of your mouth to force your lips to part.
“Honestly, it does.” There was no point lying to him; he already knew more intimate pieces of you than pretty much everyone you knew.
Yoongi tightened his hold on your chin and pulled you forward, the two of you close enough for you to feel his breath warm on your skin.
“How about you come over here and let me make you feel something more?” He let go of your chin and leaned back into his seat once again.
It was so bold of him to not give a fuck about your brother, but you had to remind yourself that you were an adult. You could do whatever the fuck you wanted. If Yoongi was willing to be your little secret, what excuse did you have not to pursue what you’d always fantasized about?
With a silent ‘fuck it’ chanting in your brain, you climbed over the center console and straddled Yoongi’s lap. The abrupt closeness of your bodies made your stomach drop and your breath get caught in your throat as you stared into his lidded eyes. Even though you knew the intimate side of him from AfterDark, it still felt odd to be sitting in the lap of Min Yoongi, your childhood crush, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders and his hands on your hips.
You tightened your arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and leaned against him. With your chests together and your thighs squeezing his legs, you pressed your lips into his. Immediately, Yoongi sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking against it. The kiss was deep and warm. Everything about Yoongi was warm, from his large hands squeezing your hips to the feel of his thighs against yours. His teeth gently captured your tongue, tugging a bit before he wrapped his lips around it, sucking. You moaned and felt him smirk as his hands dropped down to squeeze your ass.
“Not shy anymore, huh?” He hiked up your skirt until it sat around your waist, fully exposing the white lace underwear you wore underneath. The hand he slipped between your thighs from behind was smooth. “Mhmm, already so wet for me.”
Pulling your underwear to the side, Yoongi toyed with your entrance for a moment. You found yourself grinding against his hand, chasing his fingers when he refused to give you what you wanted.
“Yoongi,” you blurted out, lips brushing against his. The complaint you were going to send his way was cut short when he sent a stinging slap against your pussy. The startling action caused you to squeeze him tighter and crush your chest into him.
“Nuhh uhh, sweetheart. You don’t do anything unless I let you.” He shot you a cocky look. “Understand?”
You nodded your head and eased back down. “Yes, daddy.”
A low groan rumbled from Yoongi’s throat and his eyes closed for a moment at the pet name you’d remembered he liked so much.
“Good.”
He returned to sliding his fingers through your hot folds, gliding around the sweet spot of your clit. Those long fingers weren’t just there for show; Yoongi expertly circled and tweaked your clit as you did your best to stay completely still. Your walls clenched when he gently dragged his nails along the sides of your clit, and you let your face nestle in the crook of his neck to hold yourself steady.
Despite your efforts of calming your breathing, your legs began to shake as your arousal started leaking against the inside of your thighs. There was a smirk in Yoongi’s soft laugh when he noticed you struggling to keep your promise.
“Yoongi, please,” you finally whined against his neck. “Touch me, please.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
“Inside me! I can’t take it anymore.”
Without another word, you felt Yoongi plunge two fingers inside of you, immediately curling and pressing into your walls to find your g-spot. He pumped into you with the same slow, unbothered tempo he’d fingered you with. The pace made your body ache with need, desperately wanting him to go harder and faster.
But he wanted to make you beg even more.
You ached to ride his fingers until you finally reached your release, but he’d made it clear that you’d end up even further from what you wanted if you misbehaved. Still, you were ragged in your breathing against his neck. You dared to take off his hat, tossing it into the passenger seat so you could dig your fingers into his blonde locks.
“What did I tell you?”
You wanted to scream when you felt him remove his fingers from you and smear your wetness against your thigh. Another slap to your pussy provoked a strangled yelp that you pressed into the skin of his neck.
“I’m sorry,” you whined. “I promise I’ll be good.”
“You were never this difficult on the phone.” Yoongi sunk three fingers into your pussy to the knuckle, his rings cold against your skin, stretching you out just how he wanted.
“It’s… It’s different with you… physically here,” you panted as Yoongi picked up the pace, pumping his fingers into you hard enough that you rocked against his chest. “Oh fuck, Yoongi.” Your mind could barely comprehend the fact that this was real, not just another lame DBoy93 fantasy you made up when you were lonely at night. The shake of your thighs, the wobbliness of your legs, the white stars you saw as you finally came on his fingers were all real.
“Finally, I get to hear you say my name. And you sound so pretty moaning it,” he hummed against your neck, finally pulling his fingers out of you.
His words had your body buzzing with validation. You slowly eased back down to fully sit on his lap, making a mess of his jeans as you pressed right on top of the large bulge in his pants. His perpetually unbothered gaze was now sharp and intentional, looking straight into your eyes as though he were trying to read something inside you.
“Do you remember what I told you?” you whispered in his ear, flicking your tongue against his earlobe. You squeezed his shoulders and grinded into his lap. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that his moans were even better in person.
Yoongi’s eyebrows came together in thought, head leaned back against the headrest of his seat while he stared at you in confusion.
“I wanna taste your cock.”
“F-Fuck, yeah okay.”
He adjusted his seat to give you room to ease between his legs. Thankfully, Yoongi’s car had heavily tinted windows and the park wasn’t busy. You lifted yourself up slightly to allow him to undo his jeans, pulling them down enough for you to gain access to the one thing you’d been looking forward to the most.
“Like what you see?”
You’d spent a few seconds too long rolling your palm around the head of his cock, admiring the glisten of precum on his soft skin and practically salivating. None of that was lost on Yoongi who shot you that classic smirk you’d never thought you’d ever be on the receiving end of.
“Maybe I do.” Rather than be embarrassed, you licked your lips and took a hold of his shaft. He leaned his head against the headrest of the chair and closed his eyes when you rubbed the tip over your lips.
“You taste so good,” you whispered before slowly sucking your lips around his head. The way Yoongi squeezed the sides of his seat and the quickened pace of his stomach rising and falling beneath his t-shirt was all the response you needed from him.
You hollowed your cheeks and took him inch by inch until your eyes watered. You followed the flow of moans coming from the blonde-haired man as you established a consistent rhythm of gliding your mouth up and down his cock. Every time he hit the back of your throat you gagged, reaching up to twist your fingers into the hem of his t-shirt to steady yourself. You felt the muscles of his abs contract beneath your fingers, and he eventually took a hold of your jaw to ease you off of him when the fluttering of his stomach became too much.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Yoongi finally choked out, heavy eyes taking you in. “I can’t get my best friend’s little sister pregnant.” His breathing came out shaky and a few strands of his bleached blonde bangs were sticking to the side of his forehead.
How were you about to have car sex right now? There was something that felt so high school about the whole thing. Like two teenagers sneaking around.
“I am,” you said in an equally shaky breath. The pulsing ache of arousal that coursed through you was almost unbearable, even though you’d already orgasmed once. Climbing back into his lap, you grinded against his cock, mixing your saliva and arousal. Running his nails down the length of your thighs, Yoongi scratched into you harder the faster you rubbed him against you.
You gripped his shoulders as you eased yourself onto his cock. The stretch wasn’t considerable, but you thanked Yoongi’s efficient three-finger prepping for that. Breathing out of your mouth, you pressed your lips against the side of Yoongi’s neck. You went slow, careful not to hit your head on the ceiling of his car.
“Fuck, Y/N…” The hiss that Yoongi let out was a sound much different than what you’d heard on the phone, and the greedy part of you wanted to know what else you could get out of him that you hadn’t been able to before. “You feel better than I imagined.”
You wanted to ask him if he meant he’d fantasized about fucking you from AfterDark or if it had started when you were in college, but you couldn’t possibly form a coherent thought.
His hands reached around to grab your ass as you began to bounce on his cock. You allowed him to take control of your movements, adjusting your angle on his cock to hit your g-spot when he felt you jolt the first time.
“Oh my god, right there, stay right there Yoongi,” you moaned into his neck. You couldn’t lie, your legs were starting to get tired and each jolt through your walls and into the pit of your stomach made your legs shake even harder.
“Hold on a second.” He clearly took notice because soon he was using one hand to adjust his seat, giving him room to lean back a bit more than before. “Just relax, okay?” With his feet firmly planted on the floor, Yoongi began to thrust into you from below. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against his chest as he took over. With the force he was putting into fucking you, it was a given that your thighs would be sore and bruised by the next day, but fuck was it worth it.
“Yoongi, fuck, Y-Yoongi,” you shuddered in his arms, biting hard into his shoulder as you felt the pleasure he was giving you build up until you felt you were going to break in half.
“Shit, Y/N, you got fucking sharp teeth.” Yoongi’s laugh dissolved into a deep moan when he felt you clench around him. Like the gentleman he was, he continued to fuck you while you came, only reaching his release once you’d stopped convulsing in his lap.
You leaned your forehead against his collarbone, breathing hard. “I think I’m too old to be doing this,” you panted. “I don’t think I can get up from this position.”
It was highly likely that Min Yoongi’s airy laugh would be your downfall one day.
He looked at you with that gummy smile you’d remembered from before he left to become something of himself. “I could probably drive like this.”
Such a stupid, cocky comment made you roll your eyes and slowly lift up from his lap. You grimaced as his cum leaked out of you, spilling onto his jeans and the seat. “Ugh, I’m sorry, that’s so gross.”
“It’s whatever.” An unbothered shrug. “I’m the one who did it, right? It’s my fault.”
The drive back home almost felt like the old days, back when Yoongi was someone you looked up to, someone you’d thought had life all figured out. The two of you fought over which Taylor Swift album to blast (Lover; you won) and when Yoongi stopped for gas he brought you back the blue slushie he knew you used to like.
For a short drive you could imagine your life was supposed to have led you here, that destiny may have finally given you a shot at something good.
That is, until Yoongi pulled up to your apartment complex and the last person you wanted to see was standing at your door.
“Shit,” Yoongi cursed, putting the car into park. “I thought Jesse had to go to work.”
Hopefully driving back home with the windows down had aired out the smell of sex in Yoongi’s car because Jess was now making his way over to you. You gave Yoongi a horrified look, but he merely shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“How the fuck am I not supposed to-” You were cut off by Yoongi rolling down your window to let Jesse talk through it.
“What the fuck have you guys been doing? I called both of you.” He peered inside with a classic Jesse look of irritation. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Yoongi lean against the steering wheel, likely hiding his cum-stained jeans from Jesse’s view.
“You and Y/N are both so annoying, you know that?” Yoongi started, lazily drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. You couldn’t understand how he easily pulled off such nonchalant behavior. “Your family genes run strong.”
You shot Yoongi a glare at the same time Jess did, as if to prove his point.
“We went for a drive without you. I wanted to see how jealous you’d get.”
Jesse scoffed at Yoongi’s confession, but his arrogance took the bait. “You’re an idiot. Y/N’s got you listening to Taylor Swift. Clearly you need me.” You decided silence was the best option here, letting Yoongi and Jess bicker for a bit longer before you finally worked up the courage to get out of the car.
“Umm, it’s so fun listening to you guys argue like a married couple, but I have things to do,” you piped up, unbuckling yourself. You shooed Jess out of the way to open the car door, quickly closing it behind you. Leaning into the open window, you gave Yoongi a small smile. “Thanks for the slushie.”
Yoongi swept his hair back from his forehead and slipped his baseball cap on backwards again, the way you liked it. “No problem, sweetheart.”
You froze, your cheeks immediately heating up.
“What the fuck?” Jesse bristled, pushing you out of the way to stick his head in Yoongi’s car.
“Jess, did you realize you’d put on your shirt inside out and backwards?” Yoongi turned his key in the ignition as Jesse looked down at his t-shirt. Only to find that his shirt was perfectly fine.
“Fuck you,” Jess called out as Yoongi put the car in reverse.
“See you at home, bro!”
You and Jesse watched Yoongi pull out of the parking lot, Jesse full of mumbled curses. As you led him up the stairs to your apartment, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the cleverness of it all. Sure, Jesse would probably bother Yoongi about what he said later, but now you were confident that Yoongi could hold his own. You, though. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle whatever Jesse and Harlow threw your way, as you were sure they’d have plenty of questions for their own reasons.
And what about you and Yoongi?
You were absent-minded as Jesse blabbered to you about whatever drama was happening at work, the two of you lounging in your living room like always. What would you do the next time Jesse invited you and Harlow to hang out with him and Yoongi? What would happen to DBoy93? How were you going to let this go?
The buzz of your phone vibrating in your lap brought your attention back to the real world. You flipped it over to view the new text message, still vaguely listening to your brother.
[Yoongi] i’m coming over next time. pretty sure my seats are permanently stained
Next time.
“Are you even listening to me?”
You rolled your eyes at Jesse, hiding your smile behind a fake yawn. “You are boring.”
With a snort he continued on his monologue, leaving you to reread Yoongi’s text over and over again. Next time.
After a two-week long hiatus from AfterDark, you eventually let the company know that you needed to pause your account for a bit. In the past week, you’d attempted to do six different sessions, all to have each of them end with unsatisfied customers and an even more unsatisfied you.
“He ruined you, oh my god. You can’t have phone sex with anyone else anymore ‘cause he ruined you.”
“Shhh, Harlow, shut up!”
“They can’t hear us, it’s way too loud in here.”
You and Harlow spoke between clamped teeth out the side of your mouths. The two of you sat at a table in the new arcade bar that had just opened up down the street from your apartment. She was probably right; the trashy pop music and the sound of drunk laughter was loud enough to make it somewhat difficult for even you and Harlow to hear each other. On top of that, the sounds of the arcade games rang through the bar like sirens.
Jess and Yoongi stood at the basketball game machine - no surprise there. Growing up, if the two of them weren’t bickering or getting intoxicated, they were trying to beat each other in every sport on the damn planet. While Jesse’s game was making all kinds of noise, Yoongi had developed a smooth rhythm. The basketball hit the back of the board and swished through the net with the same beat and accuracy every time. You watched the curves of his biceps as he gripped the ball, preparing his shot, before flicking his wrist and letting it go. Each movement was so fluid and effortless you couldn’t help but stare. Because, sure, that was the only reason why you were staring.
Yoongi must have gotten the feeling you were looking at him because he turned to stare back at you with the basketball wound up in his hands. The gummy smile he flashed you was sweet, except for the way he pulled the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. With a wink, he turned back to the game and scored his last shot before the machine announced that the game was over.
The pulse that rippled through your body, straight to your core, was inappropriate and unavoidable.
Of course he won.
“Y/N,” Harlow began, but you cut her off.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you grumbled around your straw, sucking hard on what was probably your third vodka cran. You’d immediately told Harlow about fucking Yoongi in his car the moment you could, but as the last two weeks went on without another sight of Yoongi… You were slowly having a bitter taste in your month. This was the first time you’d seen him since going to the park. You’d texted a little bit, but he was busy with securing his new condo, and both of you were settling into your new jobs (because, yes, you’d finally gotten that new job). Funny how the world worked.
Despite your frustrations, every word he spoke had you clinging onto his cadence; every move he made had you floating behind him. Harlow’s firm fingers wrapped around your wrist were the only things grounding you.
You reminded yourself every time Yoongi looked at you that this was not a date. The four of you used to hang out together all the time. There was nothing different now.
“Are you guys going to actually play any games or are you just gonna sit and get drunk?” Jesse crossed his arms against his chest and stared down at you and Harlow as if he was the most intimidating guy in the world. But he’s wearing jorts, so…
“Leave us alone.” Your grumbles aren’t just for Harlow tonight, and you avoid Yoongi’s gaze even though you know he’s only looking at you.
Harlow placed her now empty cup a bit too hard on the table and hopped up. “I wanna play a game with you, Jess! That zombie shooting one we saw earlier. You’re not scared, are you?”
Jesse scoffed, rolling his shoulders how he does when he’s trying to look impressive. “I’ll kick your ass, little girl.”
“Go easy on him, Harlow. I just kicked his ass and his ego is hurting,” Yoongi smirked, just barely dodging a flying fist from Jesse that all four of you knew would have hurt like a bitch.
“You don’t want to come?” Jess stopped in his tracks to frown at Yoongi. Of course Jess didn’t care if you joined in.
“Nah, I wanna get a drink. I’ll make sure Grumpy over here doesn’t take the car and leave us stranded.”
You feel your stomach churn as you watch Jesse and Harlow race towards the zombie shooter games on the other side of the arcade, leaving you alone with Yoongi. Harlow nearly collides with a group of what you assume are college kids, and Jesse scoops her by the waist to pull her out of the way. When had the two of them become so friendly? You weren’t sure when you’d stopped paying attention, and a bit of guilt rakes at your insides.
Why was it okay for your brother to be into your best friend, but you couldn’t be into his?
“Hi sweetheart.”
You turned your head to watch Yoongi sit down next to you. He spread his legs in his seat, knocking one of his knees into yours. That act alone was enough to send sparks through you; it was rather pathetic.
“Hi,” you said back after a moment, willing yourself to not stare at his eyes or his lips. His nose would have to do.
“Not having fun on our double date?”
It was your turn to scoff now. “This is not a date.”
“Isn’t it?” Yoongi pulled his knee back, just to let it knock against yours again. The force made your leg move inward before falling back on his. “We went to dinner, got drinks, now we’re playing games together. You’re wearing a really cute dress. I’m wearing my nice jeans. What else am I missing?”
He watched you with sparkling eyes, though you weren’t sure if that was simply because he’d had a few shots with Jesse earlier in the night. He was wearing his nice jeans, though. Not a hole in sight. And he looked especially good with his hair parted down the middle, his bangs framing his face and exposing his forehead. He’d dyed it dark again, probably for work, though you hadn’t asked and he hadn’t said anything about it.
“We always used to do stuff like this,” you mumbled, looking away from him.
“Hmm, you’re right. But there’s a pretty significant difference now.”
“I guess so.” You looked away quickly, feeling your face heat up.
Yoongi chuckled at your response, but he didn’t push you further. Instead, he slipped his hand in yours. “Wanna go play skee-ball?”
Before you knew it he was interlacing his fingers with his and pulling you up. His hand was warm against your skin, but you already knew it would be. The feel of his skin against yours made your heart flutter and your body remember the last time he’d touched you, where those long fingers had been. Perhaps Yoongi’s body dwelled on those memories, too, because he gave your hand a tight squeeze.
Years of being your brother’s best friend meant Yoongi knew skee-ball was your favorite arcade game, but it was quickly clear that the classic arcade game would have to wait for another day. Rather than lead you to the game, Yoongi pushed you against the side of Ms. Pac-Man, causing the machine to shake. One hand slid down to grip your hip, keeping you pushed backwards so he could slip his leg in between your thighs. His other hand moved to cup your jaw.
“I’ve been going crazy thinking about you.” His voice dropped low, eyes focused on your now parted lips as you struggled to calm your breathing. Your foreheads pressed against each other.
“Really?”
Sure, he’d said there would be a “next time”, but you’d assumed Yoongi would just call you up whenever he wanted to get off. Wasn’t that the agreement you’d had before? He wasn’t really interested, like you were. He hadn’t developed a crush on an unknown voice, like you had.
He stared at you for a moment with his mouth open as though he were about to speak, but decided against it. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and slotted his lips against yours. Your tongues twirled together, flicking at each other’s tips, before venturing out to explore your mouths. Yoongi sighed deeply into the kiss at the same time his hand reached down to grab your bare thigh and glide upwards beneath your dress. The action made your dress hike up slightly, though Yoongi made sure none of you was exposed. You were in public, after all.
“Yoongi,” you gasped once he pulled away. His cheeks were flushed pink and there was no trace of smugness or apathy in his expression as there had been at the park. No, Yoongi stared at you with stars dancing in his eyes, and it wasn’t just the lighting from the arcade games.
“Yeah?”
“What about Jess?”
You still felt your stomach twisting into knots, and you kept trying to look over Yoongi’s shoulder in case you saw someone. A gummy smile on his face wasn’t at all what you’d expected.
“Fuck Jesse! I don’t care.” Yoongi ducked down to press a hot kiss against your throat and you let out a shaky moan. Shit, you hoped nobody would round the corner looking to play Ms. Pac-Man, or they’d be in for a surprise.
“I like you, Y/N. I want you,” Yoongi practically groaned. “It was my idea to invite you and Harlow. I just wanted to finally see you. It’s fine if you’re not into it, but, fuck, I don’t know.”
With trembling hands, you cupped the sides of his face and brought him back to your eye level. “I’m into it,” you said with a small, nervous laugh, repeating his words back to him. You were starting to learn that Yoongi was such a guy.
“Thank god.” He smashed himself against you once again, kissing you with more force than before and grinding his leg in between your thighs.
Just as you were about to wrap your arms around his neck, you heard a voice that sent fear shooting ice through your veins.
“Min Yoongi, what the fuck.”
Your eyes shot open and you quickly let go of Yoongi, dropping your arms straight to your sides. Fucking hell. You were about two deep breaths away from puking all over Yoongi’s sneakers.
He moved a bit slower than you did. Yoongi took his time stepping away from you and turning to look your brother in the face. A face that was very distorted in a state of shock, confusion, and maybe a little bit of horror? Harlow stood beside him holding a pink giraffe you’d never seen before, her eyes wide as could be.
“Yes?”
“Yes? Yes? Bro, I catch you making out with my sister and that’s all you can say?” Jesse didn’t even bother looking at you, and you’re not sure if that pisses you off more or not.
“Oh come on, man. She’s an adult. She can do whatever she wants.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Sure, but I’m not letting you fuck her over. Did you forget we went to college together??”
Harlow tugged at Jesse’s shirt sleeve, silently commanding his attention and breaking him off of the lecture you and Yoongi were about to experience. What you’d initially thought was anxiety in her wide eyes was slowly warping into… anger?
“What?”
“Jess, you are such a fucking hypocrite!” Harlow stomped her foot and you couldn’t help but think she looked like a toddler protesting bedtime.
“Harlow…”
“No, shut up!” Harlow turned towards where you’d silently bit your bottom lip into nonexistence and prayed everyone would just disappear. “Y/N, we hooked up! Okay! I didn’t tell you because you had everything going on with Yoongi and I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to one up you or steal your thunder or whatever, but me and Jess hooked up after you and Yoongi did!”
None of this was a surprise; at least, not to you. Yoongi stood with his mouth hanging open like he was trying to collect bugs.
“Did you know that?” You jabbed Yoongi in the arm, but he furiously shook his head.
“Wait a second, you fucked my sister?” Jesse’s voice was rising nearly as fast as your cortisol levels.
“You’re fucking my friend, so why the fuck are you freaking out about what I’m doing?!” You marched up to your brother, jabbing him in the chest this time. “I don’t care if you like Harlow! She’s been thirsting over you for years! But how can you yell at me??”
Jesse swatted you away like a gnat. “I didn’t yell at you. I yelled at the jackass over there.”
“Learned it from the best.” Yoongi snorted, fists shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
“Can we all just chill out, please? We are making this way more dramatic than it needs to be,” Harlow said with a sigh. “We’re also screaming about having sex and it’s embarrassing.”
The four of you stared at each other with guilty gazes, knowing you’d all acted like idiots.
“I think we should leave… The bouncers are probably gonna think we’re gonna start a brawl and kick us out.” You earned a few small chuckles from the other three and it was enough to break the heavy tension.
Yoongi slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you tight against his side. Jesse’s eyes briefly caught yours, but you looked down quickly. You didn’t have the emotional capacity to continue with his obnoxiousness anymore tonight.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, shall we?” Yoongi jingled his keys, so graciously offering to drive now that he’d gotten his car detailed and there were no more cum stains on his front seats.
Harlow dragged Jess forward, shooting you a small smile as she wove him through the arcade games towards the exit. With the two of them further ahead of you, Yoongi ducked down to kiss you. His lips moved slow and deep against yours, gently grazing his teeth against your bottom lip before pulling away.
“I’m dropping Jess off at his place first, then Harlow at yours. And then you’re helping me break in my new condo,” Yoongi said with a wink and his tongue in his cheek. “Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”
“Oh shut up, D-Boy.” Your grin told Yoongi all he needed to know.
SUMMARY: After getting various comments about your poor filming skills for your OF page, you finally decided to give in and reach out to the one person that could help you with your problem. However, what started as your roommate just helping you to film your video turned into you begging him to fuck you.
How long would it take for Jungkook to finally give in? After all, all he ever wanted was to be closer to you.
WC: 4.5k
WARNINGS: pwp, this is pure smut (mdni), unprotected sex, smacking, choking, dumbification/slight degradation, jungkook wearing a silver chain (trust me, that needs a warning), riding, jungkook being a complete meanece for real this time, teasing, a lot of pet names, nipple play, slight fingering, jungkook saying that one line from that one live, big dick!jk, very slight fluff at the end bc i didn't know how to end it. lmk if i'm missing something.
A/N: part 2 is here woo! i cannot even explain how much i love this jungkook, like omg nerdy!jk is just a yes for me. Anyway, i hope u guys like it and enjoy it as much as i did writing it. As always lmk ur thoughts on the comments or through asks, feedback is always appreciated. Happy reading <3!
part 1 | masterlist
Moans, lewd and whiny moans filled the room. A mixture of breathless words, nonsensical chants and obscene sounds engulfed both of your ears, pulling you into a dreamy dimension where only your and Jungkook’s body existed. The reality of it all was that the man in front of you was taking you places that you never thought of reaching, all in the comfortness of your bed. His hands, once timid and careful, were now running wild over your body, eliciting the most beautiful noises out of you. His avid fingers were pressing hard enough in the right spots while his mouth was eagerly devouring yours.
It was only you and him, him and you; nothing else mattered in the world, only the warm touches and harsh curses thrown to the wind whenever either of you would bring pleasure to the other. The video —which was the main reason for you two to end up like this— was long forgotten, with the camera still aiming to the spot you two were sitting at but neither of your bodies were in sight. Jungkook was nice enough to carry you to the bed and lay you down to get more comfortable.
“You deserve better than just pillows and a blanket.” He said, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist to finally get up.
Everything leading up to this moment felt like a fever dream, the attempts to dirty talk, the way Jungkook used his fingers to pleasure you, the pet names and the look that coated his face when he watched you come on his hand; it felt like the most cliche plot for a porno. Asking my roommate to help me with something ends up with us fucking; you were sure that if you browsed for a few minutes in the hub you would find at least ten videos with the same storyline, but here you were, being another addition to the list, the only difference is that this wasn’t a raunchy film that you could find on the dark side of the internet, it was your life, and you were about to fuck your roommate.
“I need to ask before this goes any further.” Jungkook's breathless voice sounded so good that it almost distracted you from what he was saying. “Are you completely sure about this?”
“Kook, baby, I appreciate you asking, but if you don’t put your dick in me, I’ll kick you out of the apartment.” You deadpanned.
Jungkook chortled at your response, pulling away just enough to undress. You waited patiently, enjoying the view he was providing you with. His honey-like skin glistened under the neon lights after taking off his black shirt; abs were in full display along with his big biceps. His right arm was adorned with an array of tattoos that he collected all through the years he’s been living with you. Who would have thought that under all those baggy clothes was hidden such a hot body? It often baffled you how different his appearance was compared to his personality; Jungkook looked like a cinnamon roll with the body of a certified fuckboy, however, he wouldn’t catch you complaining, especially not now. The brown-haired guy took his glasses off, carefully placing them on your night-stand, and just as you were about to protest, your roommate was quick to form a knowing smile on his face.
“I know you like them on me, but it’ll be impractical to fix them all the time while I fuck you dumb, don’t you think?” It was ridiculous how much his voice and words affected you. “Let’s keep them away from now.”
You couldn’t even form a proper response to that, other than a meck nod. You were hypnotized by the way he was taking his clothes off. Jungkook was now left with his usual pair of baggy jeans that were low enough to show the hem of his Calvins, he also had a silver chain wonderfully hanging from his neck; you often daydream about it, imagining how the cold material would feel against your skin, dangling just close enough to your face that you could simply take a bite and pull him down to meet your lips. It seemed like you were about to find out.
“Can you leave it on?” You requested signaling to his chain.
“Sure thing, pretty.” He flashed you a smile, pulling away his hands from the necklace.
You really needed to get used to this side of Jungkook, otherwise you weren’t going to survive the night, although you had a feeling that it wouldn’t really make a difference considering what was about to happen.
Both of his hands drifted down to undo his pants, pulling them down easily and tossing them somewhere in your room. Next thing was his underwear, a pair of black Calvins that were just tight enough to reveal his evident hard-on. Even with the fabric covering that area you could still make out its length. It looked bigger than what you were expecting, which only added to your eagerness. Without further ado —and driven by the sudden confidence, Jungkook took them off, letting his thick cock spring free from its confinements. You couldn’t help to let out a tiny gasp, zeroing on his reddened tip that was already leaking precum. It was in fact bigger than what you assumed he would be, nothing too crazy but drastically larger than the other guys you’ve been with. It was slightly curved to the right, the perfect angle to reach the places you wish him to reach. The veins adorning his cock made you salivate at the thought of what it would feel like against your hot tongue. Would it feel heavy? Would it make you gag? Would it get you crying and turn you into a spit mess? Maybe you will have to wait to find out. Tonight was all about you and him enjoying each other in a closer way, getting a taste of him would have to wait.
The more you stared at him the more your hands were eager to reach out and stroke it, to see if it would be able to fit in your palm, because judging by its looks, you even doubted that you could take it all.
“You like what you see?” Jungkook’s voice was the embodiment of sin. Low and raspy with a hint of hesitation that he tried to cover with a faint chuckle.
Deep down he was feeling nervous once again, feeling too vulnerable and exposed, however, backing down wasn’t an option for him, so instead of letting his insecurities conquer his mind, Jungkook decided to act driven by desire more than rationality.
“I do, actually.” You answered, staring at him with such a look that made the guy weak in the knees. “Come here, pretty boy.”
Pulling him by his chain you crashed your lips together, both liberating a satisfied moan when the head of his cock brushed through your folds. His hands, that were on each side of your head, caging you in, fisted the soft material of the pillow in which your head was resting on, all due to the sensation of your hot cunt against his length.
“Shit.” You breathed out after pulling away. “Do that again.”
Jungkook only shook his head, confusing you with the sudden rejection.
“You’re missing something there.” He added, eyes never leaving yours.
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, pretty. I know you’re smart enough to figure it out on your own.” His answer was followed by a harsh smack on one of your thighs. “Aren’t you?”
“But I don’t—” Another smack delivered to your tender flesh interrupted you. “Fuck, wait…” The next time his hand impacted against your skin a sting of pain mixed with pleasure spread within you. “Jungkook!” You whined, trying to create some friction on your own.
“I thought you said you were gonna be good for me.” He mockingly said, colliding his big hand with the flesh of your ass this time. “Why don’t you look back on your manners, hm?”
This fucker.
Jeon really was full of surprises, or so it seems, because just when you thought he would go easy on you, he pulled this.
“Seriously? All of this over me not saying, what? Please?” You sassily argued back.
“Is that how you wanna act right now, doll?” He raised one of his eyebrows, questioning you in such a way that got you wondering what would be the appropriate approach. “I’d be careful with what I say if I were you.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
The question hung in the air for a few seconds before Jungkook pulled away from you completely. His hands reached out for your waist, holding you with a strong grip.
“Turn around.” He ordered. A few more seconds passed before he turned you around himself. “And just so we are clear, I’m not repeating myself tonight.”
Ass in the air, completely exposed to him. It excited you what his next move would be, but it was also killing you not knowing what he was up to.
His hands were caressing your sides slowly, distracting you for a second with his touches from what was coming your way.
“It seems like you can’t keep up with your promises.” It was sudden, completely unexpected; the sound of skin being slapped echoed through the room. His tattooed hand colliding with your ass. “So I might need to remind you what you asked for.”
The next one felt harsher than the last one, eliciting a deep moan out of you and making your whole body move forward. This is not what you imagined that your night would be like, and you were definitely not expecting your roommate to turn into such a brat tamer. However, what surprised you the most is how much you actually liked it. This whole scenario in which Jungkook was simply handling you in any way he wanted was far way better than what your fantasies were about. The way he talked to you; the fact that he knew just the right amount of strength he needed to use to make you whimper in pleasure rather than pain; the tender touch he would provide you with before delivering another slap, as if he were preparing your skin for the collision. Everything felt like the perfect wet dream.
After delivering one last slap to your ass, Jungkook leaned down to place wet kisses all over the area, before admiring the red imprint of his hand on both cheeks.
“You think you’re ready for me now?” He mockingly asked. “Or should I check?” Not even expecting an actual answer, he slipped two fingers inside your entrance, moving them painfully slow.
“Jungkook, please…” You whined, burying your face into the pillow.
“Oh, now you know how to use the word, hm?” His fingers never stopped moving. “How convenient.”
You shook your head, whimpering and squirming under his touch. “No more, please…”
“No more what? Tell me doll, what do you want from me?”
“No more… teasing.”
You struggled to answer, letting out a deep breath before looking over your shoulders to glare at him. In hindsight, you should’ve known better than doing so, because the way his sweat-coated skin shone under the red lights almost got you coming on his fingers again.
“Oh god!” You moaned when his fingers dug deeper into your velvety walls. “Right-fucking-there!”
And just when you started to feel your walls getting tighter and your stomach feeling funny, Jungkook pulled out, stroking your clit a few times before flipping you over on your back.
“Why did you stop?”
“You’re the only one getting all the fun, baby.” He simply answered. “And next time you come, I want you to do it on my cock.” He placed a kiss on your lips before adding, “Where are the condoms?”
Jungkook wasn’t dumb, he knew you had to have some hidden somewhere in your drawers, he’s seen you buy a package before, and while he had some himself, the brown-eyed boy didn’t think it would be practical to go to his room for it.
“No need.” Just before he could question your answer, you added, “I’m on the pill.”
Jungkook couldn’t comprehend what good he did in his past life to get this lucky, but he was thankful for it.
“Should’ve said that from the start.”
“Why? You like it raw that much?” You chuckled.
“Only when I have a pretty girl like you under me.” His lips brushed against yours with a fleeting touch, making you chase after him which caused a smug laugh out of him. “Patient, doll. I’ll give you what you want, but you gotta be on your best behavior. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, adding a quick yes right after. Jungkook leaned down once again, placing his hands on each side of your head just like before. He started up kissing your neck, placing wet kisses all over it before reaching your mouth again. It was the perfect distraction from him lining up with your entrance. Before you even knew it, Jeon was pushing his tip right in, slowly and steadily.
“Oh, fuck, ah…” You moaned out, hands flying over his shoulders. “Jungkook.” His name came out of your mouth as a whimper.
“I know, pretty, I know.” He rested his forehead against yours. “Fuck, you’re really tight.”
The brown-haired guy kept pushing in, careful to not hurt you and stopping every now and then to help you get used to his size. It was more than what you would normally take, so it took you a few seconds to go from slight pain to pleasure. Your nails were digging into his honey skin, eliciting a hiss from the guy above you, but not even once did he complain, if anything it looked like he enjoyed that sliver of pain.
“Oh god, you feel amazing.” Jungkook whispered against your lips when he finally bottomed out. His breath was agitated and it was evident that he was struggling to keep still, yet he managed to do it, waiting for your permission to move. “You're doing so good, baby. Look at you, you took me so well, it’s all in.”
You tried to look down to where both of your bodies were united. It was just there that reality really hit you; having all of his manhood nestled deep inside you was a whole new sensation, a different kind of feeling. You knew that there was no coming back from this, no going back to normal, no getting the same feeling from anyone else. You could only hope for this to be good enough for your roommate to stay with you.
“Let me know when I can move, yea?” His breathy voice brought you back from your thoughts, preventing you from overthinking.
A small nod was your first response, “You can… You can move.” You softly said.
“Alright, I’ll be gentle okay? Promise I’ll make you feel good.” A sweet kiss was placed on your mouth before his hips started moving.
Jungkook commenced thrusting in and out, sliding with enough ease inside of you while maintaining a steady pace. You could feel the entirety of him, stretching you out deliciously good. His cock was hitting the right places over and over again, eliciting moan after moan from you. His face had the most beautiful expression you’ve ever seen. Eyes connected to yours, lips parted while panting and cursing, eyebrows furrowed with a slight coat of sweat covering his forehead. Everything was just right.
Jungkook was loving every second of it, the way you were clenching on his length, while looking right up at him with pleading eyes and your nails scratching his skin was something he never thought would love so much. It was until then that he questioned if he was into pain, because the burning sting of your nails digging into his toned back was getting him more excited than it probably should.
“Shit, Kook, you feel so good right now.” You panted, connecting your lips into a messy kiss. “Faster… I need it faster.”
“Anything you want, doll.”
You didn’t need to tell him twice; going at a slow pace was torturing him. Jungkook was quick to speed up, thrusting in and out of you with such strength that almost made you scream. He continued to fuck you like that, pressing his chest agaisnt yours while leaving a trail of wet kisses from your neck to your collarbones, sliding down with ease until he reached your tits. Jungkook admired them for a few seconds before diving in to close his mouth around one of your nipples.
“Ah, Jungkook.” You whimpered, feeling his hot tongue circling your already hardened bud. His pace never relented even when his sole focus was on devouring your tits.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. His teeth made contact with your sensitive nipple, stealing a gasp from you while some incoherent sentences flew out of your mouth. “What was that, pretty?”
Jungkook was fucking you so good that it was difficult to even utter a single word. Everything felt so intense, and he was taking good care of you that it felt almost unfair to only lay there and enjoy it, that’s why you tried to compose yourself to voice your request.
“Come on, baby, use your words. Or is it hard for you to speak with your pussy stuffed with my cock, hm?” He mocked you and your little sounds.
You’ll pay for that later.
Trying to push him away would be futile so you didn’t even try, instead you glared at him while saying, “I wanna ride you.” It was clear and straight to the point, you needed to experience being on top of Jeon Jungkook while taking all of his cock as deep inside you as you could, at least once in your life.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, doll.” He breathed out, “But okay, show me what you got.”
In a split of a second, Jungkook was laying down on your bed, staring right at you with lustful eyes and a smirk plastered on his face. His big hands were resting on each side of your hips, caressing your skin tenderly, almost encouraging you to get going with what you wanted to do. With no further ado, you guided his twitching dick to your folds, sliding through them and smearing your juices all over his length; you were enjoying the sensation of his tip nudging your clit when a harsh smack was delivered to your ass.
“No teasing.” Jeon warned you when you looked at him pouting, however, you complied, lining his cock with your entrance, sinking in slowly to enjoy how good he was stretching you out. “There you go, fuck, that’s it, pretty. You’re so good.” He hissed, holding your hips with a stronger grip than before.
“You feel so big like this.” Throwing your head back, you whimpered out of pleasure, losing yourself in the sensation of his cock reaching deeper into you in this position.
You started to move, back and forth with a steady pace; hands now resting on his chest to get more comfortable. Little by little you gained speed, sliding up and down just like you always wanted, the sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with the filthy sounds coming from both of your mouths.
“Shit, that’s it. You look so pretty bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook loved the new view, not only did you feel amazing in this position, with your walls clenching on his girth, but also the way your tits were bouncing up and down with every move was driving him crazy.
One of his hands reached up to hold your tit, fondling and kneading your tender flesh, however, his hand didn’t stop there. Jungkook felt bold enough to push his hand further up, slithering smoothly until his fingers reached a certain part of your body. Without even thinking, Jungkook wrapped his hand around your neck, just tight enough to make you gasp in surprise but without any ill intent. Nonetheless, it seemed like you weren’t the only one being taken by surprise, because the sudden pressure on your neck was like adding fuel to the fire, encouraging you to fuck yourself harder and faster on his throbing cock, and Jungkook noticed how your whole demeanor changed.
“Look at you,” He chuckled, “You liked being treated like this, huh? Like it when I choke you and smack you hard enough to leave a mark on you?”
It was cruel the way he was speaking to you, but you couldn’t deny it, if anything it only pushed you to speed up, making your thighs ache and almost fall on his chest completely exhausted.
“Ju-Jungkook…” You tried to call his name in a pleading voice. It was only then that you recognized the hot feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm was, once again, approaching.
“What? Can’t you answer the question? Are you that dumb to say a simple yes, hm?” His mocking smile was as infuriating as attractive. “Come on, doll, I know you can do better than that.”
You really tried to hold yourself together, but the more his cock hit your sweet spot, the more your strength crumbled.
“I- I’m…” It was getting pretty hard to voice your thoughts with his hand around your throat.
“Am I making it difficult for you to speak?” The hand he placed on your waist was helping you to keep moving, but the one adorning your neck never lessened the grip. “Do you want me to take my hand off? You just have to say please and I’ll do anything you want, pretty.”
How could such a sweet and nice guy turn into a complete meanece in the blink of an eye. Jungkook continued to prove that judging a book by its cover it’s never a good thing, because the way he was acting with you in that moment, was beyond what you imagined he would be like in this type of scenario.
“Ple-Please,” You begged, “Jungkook… please.” Not even a second passed before you could breathe properly again, his tattooed hand away from your neck.
You felt like passing out, but his angelic voice brought you back from your hazy state.
“You okay there, Y/n?” He smiled softly at you, confusing you and making your heart skip a beat. Jungkook looked at you with a split of concern and tenderness for a brief second, making a weird feeling spread through your body, one that you were too scared to address.
“I’m… yes, all good.” You nodded.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Both of his hands were back to holding your hips. “Because I’m not done, understand?” His eyes had that evil glint once again.
Before you could even ponder on his switching attitude, his strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, forcing you to rest on top of him, chest to chest and face so dangerously close to yours.
“I know you’re close, baby, stay like this and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
And so you did, burying your face in the crook of his neck while Jungkook positioned himself the right way to slam his cock into you with hard and fast thrusts. Your whimpers were muffled against his skin, while his moans filled your ears. He sounded so pretty, chanting your name the more you clenched on him.
“Shit, I’m getting close too.” Jungkook announced.
“Please, I wanna cum…” You begged, pulling away from his neck to look at him with pleading eyes. “I can’t hold it.”
“I’m almost there, doll, wait for me, come on.”
His hands started to slide down to get a hold of your ass while still thrusting into you at such a relentless pace. So persistent and intense, every touch, move and caress felt ten times more than before, your whole body was sensitive that it was so difficult for you to hold it together, you desperately needed to have your release. Jungkook was aware of it, it was so painfully clear how bad you needed to cum, how desperate you were for him and his cock.
“I’m gonna fill you up so good.” His husky voice rang through your ears, making goosebumps coat your skin. “Fuck, I’m right there, baby, come with me. Make a mess on my dick.”
It was automatic the way your body reacted to his command. A needy moan abandoned your mouth while your hands fisted the sheets in which the both of you were laying. You finally came on Jungkook’s cock, clenching so deliciously tight, meanwhile your whole body shook with the intense feeling of your awaited release.
“Fuck, so good… Y/n, shit.” You couldn’t even pay attention to whatever the brown-haired boy was saying; completely lost in the moment and how well you felt. “I’m gonna come.”
With a final thrust, Jungkook finally unraveled, filling you to the brim with his warm cum. Hips stuttering and voice completely hoarse while calling your name. It felt so good to hear him like that, so breathless and spent; weak and whiny, so needy for you and only you.
It took you a few minutes to fully recover from such an intense moment. Neither of you dared to speak once the rush of your orgasm finally subsided, you laid there, on his firm chest, breathing his scent and relishing in the sensation of his fingers caressing your back with a soft touch.
“Are you… Are you okay?” There was a pinch of shyness in your roommates voice, almost as if his dominant persona vanished the moment he got his release. “I wasn’t too much, was I?”
You giggled against his warm skin, lazily shaking your head to answer his concerns.
“It was way better than I expected.” You confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up due to that. “I gotta admit that you surprised me, though. I didn’t know you could be like that.”
Jungkook sighed softly, feeling satisfied with your response but slightly amused by your comment.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, yet.”
It was the way he said it that piqued your interest, promising and inviting, as if he was trying to lure you into discovering just how much you still needed to learn about him. And just like Jungkook wanted, you fell right into it.
“Maybe you can show me.” Lifting your head slowly, you stared into his beautiful brown eyes, waiting for a reaction.
“Are you sure you want to get into that?”
You nodded, eyes drifting down to set on his puffy lips. Jungkook didn’t think twice before leaning in to kiss you, slow and soft, with so much care that almost made you feel dizzy.
characters: tattoo artist!jungkook x client!female reader
summary: you hated everything. you hated his face, his hands, his everything. in particular, you hated the effect he had on you.
genre/rating: pwp. smut (minors dni). 18+.
word count: 4.6k
warnings: needles, jungkook being a lil shit, hands <3, reader hating her life decisions. smut warnings (18+): so much tension, consent, dirty talk galore, pet names, semi-public sex, pain kink, cumming untouched :0, slight cnc?, dom/sub dynamics, slightly mean dom!jk, bratty reader, slapping/spanking, orgasm denial, choking, tad bit of degradation, cum play/eating, finger sucking, unprotected sex (do better), standing sex, hitting it from behind :P, bitting/marking, overstimulation, creampie, jungkook is a cutie lmao (bless him).
a/n: after you read this, you will realise i have no idea what getting a tattoo entails lmao. this is just smut with a sprinkle of more smut. hands are my weakness. sorry :) also, thank you so much for over a hundred followers <3 this whole thing is crazy. feedback is always appreciated so please let me know what you think! what other tropes would you like? disclaimer: i needed to get this out of my system. this was suppose to be short fic, got carried away.
Maybe this situation wasn’t ideal. Scrape that, it was definitely not ideal. But there were a few variables that contributed to your current state of helplessness.
Firstly, the room was freezing as if they wanted to torture your exposed skin. You swore you had frostbite. Now that problem was partially your fault. They had asked you before they began if the temperature was okay, and because you refused to be a bother, you didn’t dare ask them to turn the heating up.
Oh and then there was the pain of the needle being darted into your skin. The other times you sat in this chair, you had no issues with discomfort. But what did you expect, the needle was digging into your ribcage. Oh, yeah, and the worst part, you liked it. A little bit too much.
But the killer were his hands. Now this, was definitely not your fault.
The parlor you had booked was one of the best in the city. And it took months to get in. Unfortunately, the lovely lady you had met for your consultation was out due to a sudden illness. Which left you with two options. Either wait for another three months, or allow Jungkook to do it today. You were mentally prepared for today to be the day, so fuck it, Jungkook it was.
But that was a grave mistake.
It was a big mistake, and in hindsight, you should have waited three months. His gloved hands were everywhere. They touched every inch.
They had touched your back when they guided you into his office. Grazed your thigh when he leaned over to grab a sterile wipe. The back of your neck when they helped you find a comfortable position on the bed. Wrapped around your wrist to lift your arm across your body to give them the necessary access. And now, they were all over your abdomen, pushing and pulling to ensure the accuracy of the needle.
Want to know what pissed you off the most. The consent. ‘Is it okay if I touch this?’ or the ‘can I place my hand here?’. You could’ve said no. Could’ve made his life a living hell. But you genuinely never thought you would ever be this turned on by just hands.
Although you could not see the skin that decorated their stature, you could make out all the pretty features from under the thin black latex. A large palm attached to the longest fingers you have ever seen, joined by sharp knuckles. The digits were thick but incredibly agile.
Let’s not get started on those arms. The coloured ink that ran along its length, your eyes couldn’t stop tracing the outlines. You thanked the higher powers that his biceps were covered by his oversized shirt. But due to his hard grip on the machine, you could see the veins that protruded through his skin.
On top of all that, he had a ridiculously sculpted face. So fucking pretentious. How could someone be so handsome? The strong jawline, the perfect nose, those siren eyes. Even his hair, slicked back, allowing you to admire every detail. It was like he wanted you to know you were in the presence of a fucking god.
And you would be selling your soul to that religion. You swore to worship him until death. No hesitation. Okay, you were done for.
Afraid you were staining the chair below you, you crossed your legs, throwing one thigh over the other.
That stupid eyebrow piercing mocked you, perking up at the action. His tongue poked at his cheek. “You good?”
You hummed, knowing if you let your lips relax, a very inappropriate sound would escape. “Use your words gorgeous. If you are uncomfortable we can take a break.”
The compliment shot straight to your core. The sensation forcing you to shut your eyes. This was utterly embarrassing. You felt pathetic. You just wanted to get out of the place. “No. Keep going.” You gritted.
“Are you sure pretty? It’s okay, I know it hurts. The area is very sensitive—“ “Shut up. Please. Get it over with.”
He was taken aback by your sudden attitude, already missing the good girl that lay before him moments ago. “Hm, okay big girl. Only a few more lines.”
“Those nicknames need to stop.” You pleaded quietly and he just smirked. The audacity.
“Okay, I’ll stop sorry. Just a habit.” He promised, placing a hand on your stomach as he leaned forward to proceed. “I’ll work quickly. Just breathe for me.”
Inhaling, you tried to focus. The pen touched your skin, vibrating against your bones. You whimpered. “Shush, it’s okay. Nearly there.” He encouraged, pressing down on your stomach to distract you from it.
The thoughts immediately flooded your mind. Of him, above you, hand on your lower tummy as he moved his hips against you. “Doing so good.” He continued to praise.
Toes curling, fingernails digging into your palms, you genuinely didn’t think you were going to survive. Nose scrunched as you battled the images but it was no use. The pain, the man, your imagination. Your orgasm prevailed. A miniature wave crashed through your body.
Your bottom lip was attacked by your teeth, thighs tightened, and breath shaky. This was humiliating. Although you tried your best to hide it, you knew Jungkook knew.
He let out a dry cough, pink tongue slipping between his thin lips to wet the surface before playing with the silver metal in the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was concealing a laugh.
Eyes began to water. Something like this never happened to you before. You didn’t know how to respond. The last thing you needed to hear was his smug voice. “All done. Look so pretty.”
Unable to look at the man, you kept your eyes closed, sitting up, hands frantically moving to try and pull down your shirt. “Wait, wait! You need aftercare. It could get infected.”
His voice was stern, his hands grabbing yours. They stopped your panicked motions. Wanting to turn into ashes, you turned your head away from him as your cheeks heated. Your skin was burning at the contact. You felt so small.
“Hey, I promise it is natural. You don’t need to be embarrassed, it happens to more people than you think. I promise pretty.”
“I am so sorry. I couldn’t, uh, stop it.”
You sounded so tiny, Jungkook had to ground himself. Wanting to pounce. He was doing well until your little slip-up. The minute he saw you at the reception desk in that short pleated olive skirt, and white tank, he wanted you. It was a sin. Sinful how beautiful you looked. “It’s okay, let me take care of you now. Let me wrap it.”
Nodding, you kept your elbow raised signalling for him to continue. Grabbing a tub from the stainless steel table, he popped the lid, fingers dipping into the substance. “This is going to be cold. Okay?”
Gulping, you braced yourself. He delicately presssd his hand across your freshly inked skin, the coolness of the vaseline made you whimper. Jungkook, leaned closer, breathing hot air on the area to help balance the temperature. “Better?”
You immediately shrunk, body fell into his words. Hypnotising you. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Intoxicated by his presence, you didn’t even realised he finished up, placing a bandage over your rib. His words were drowned out, you were spaced out. Head on a cloud. A sudden hand on your knee grabbed your attention. “You good?
You snapped your eyes towards him, begging for mercy. The contact on your knee was warm but rough. You immediately noticed the difference from the previous touches, the smooth latex barrier was gone.
Slowly, your gaze drifted, body stiffened when you saw the anticipated honey-glazed hand. Black marks littered it, small tattoos randomly spaced amongst the vast surface. So much prettier than you imagined. Veins galore. Your throat was dry, chest pounding.
“I need you to listen. It is important.” His deep voice emphasised. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” You were sick of it. All of the innuendos. The not-so-innocent comments. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” You replied as your eyes slowly, seductively, met his. And then it just slipped out.
“Sir.”
The grip tightened, cheeks hollowed as he sucked his tongue. His memorising gaze traced your body, shamelessly stopping at your chest. You knew your nipples were hard and very visible through your white tee. They had been since you entered into the cold room.
His hand crawled higher, fingers tracing your exposed mid thigh. “Where did that come from pretty girl?”
Your head dropped down to your lap, looking down avoiding his piercing stare. Your fingers tingled, begging to reach out for his. “I don’t know.”
“Look at me.”
His harsh voice caused you to wince. But you didn’t want to disobey. “I need you to look at me when you answer me. If you want this, you need to keep your gorgeous eyes on me. Understood?”
“Yes” you nodded.
Clearing his throat, he leaned down, lips grazed your ear. “Are you forgetting a word?”
Feeling like you were about to faint, head dizzy, your hand flung to his shirt. It grabbed the material around his bicep, clutching it to hold you steady. “Sir.”
“Good girl.” He growled against your earlobe. His tongue slipped along the outline, teeth scraped the surface. “Now baby, let me tell you how this is going to happen.”
You whimpered, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He cradled your head, his fingers spread wide along your scalp. His grip on the roots was intense as he pulled, snapping your neck back, giving you nowhere to hide. He smirked, admiring how pliant you looked in his grace.
“The minute you came to me today, you had me so hard. All I could think about was what I wanted to do to you. Fuck you look so gorgeous. Then you decided to torture me by making me tattoo your ribs.”
Straightening his posture, lip tucked between his teeth, he removed the hand from your hair, trailing it along the tank's strap. “Lifting this flimsy top to give me access. Barely covering your tits. Could see your underboob the entire time. Such a tease. Was that nice of you?”
Your knees bent, needing some friction. His harsh grip still present on your thigh. “No sir.”
He growled. You looked so pathetically beautiful. A lustful gaze in your eyes, body radiating warmth, and breath uneven. Unraveling below him.
“That’s right, it wasn’t nice. So I want you on all fours now.”
Fuck his lower register. It resonated deep within you, forcing you to comply to his order. Your body just reacted. Scrambling, you quickly rushed to place your knees and palms on the leather bed.
Jungkook placed a gentle hand on your lower back, steadying you. “Woah, be careful.” He reminded you as he brought his lips to his covered tattoo, kissing the fresh bandage.
This can’t be fucking real. How is he so sweet yet so demanding.
Your knees buckled, back collapsed to cause your elbows to fall. He immediately grasped your hips to help you regain some balance. “So excited baby. Barely touched you.” He huffed. The tone was mocking you.
“You touched me plenty.” You sassed between gritted teeth.
The hands slid down to the back of your thighs. His wide palms teasing your ass. “Is that right? So you don’t want me to touch you anymore?”
Pushing your hips back against his touch, you whined. “Oh you do? So desperate.”
You heard him move behind you. Hands fidgeting with your skirt as he positioned himself. Your breath hitched, knowing he had a perfect view of your sticky panties between your thighs. The skirt did nothing to help hide them. He hummed in appreciation.
“So fucking gorgeous.” His digits hovering your heat. “We don’t have much time okay? I am going to touch you now. You gotta keep that pretty voice down for me.”
You huffed in frustration. “Got to make me raise my voice first.”
Jungkook growled at your brattiness. In one swift movement, a hand smacked against the exposed skin. Gasping, your chest fell to press against the warm leather. “Let’s get one thing clear doll, you don’t talk back to me like that. I don’t want to punish you. Not today anyways. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl. The best girl. Let me have some fun now. Let me get a taste. If you don’t like anything, tell me to stop okay?”
Whimpering, your heat was pulsing. You needed him, his hands, his tongue, his cock. “Please sir, want it. Want you.”
He sensed your desperation, your neediness. Not denying you any longer, his hands flipped your skirt over your hips. Lips gravitated to your covered core. Tongue poking out to get a taste.
Needing friction, you pushed your hips back against his face. Wincing, you prepared yourself for a spank, but he reacted, pushing back. Hands hooked around your thighs, a strong grip keeping you in place.
He was eating you through your panties. Tongue messy as it explored your folds. You were whimpering and whining, as he continued to tease. He knew that you needed skin-on-skin contact, practically begging for it with your quaking thighs. You could feel him smile against your core. This was cruel. And he knew it.
“I know baby.” He purred, the vibration strong against you. “But you couldn’t be patient could you?”
“I’m sorry, please.” You begged, voice cracking.
Jungkook began to leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your core to the waistband of your panties. He delicately scraped his teeth against your skin, gathering the fabric in his mouth. You moaned, anticipating what he was going to do next.
The material was trailed down your skin, his lips glazing your skin as he finally exposed your wet folds to the cold air. Jungkook took a step back to groan at the sight. Wet, glossy lips, panties bunched around your knees, your ass exposed and perky. His cock throbbed under his jeans. “So delicious. Need a proper taste.”
He dived back in, tongue divulging between your lips. Licking and slurping your juices. His lips slipped down to your clit, sucking the sensitive, neglected bud. His tongue worked relentlessly against you, devouring your essence. Hands caressed the meaty flesh on your ass, playfully squeezing and grabbing.
You were creeping towards the edge, stomach tightening and fists curling into a ball. Your sounds were getting louder, your voice becoming horse. He gave your cheek a harsh slap, warning you to quieten down.
“More.” You cried, right at the peak.
Giving a wide lick up your slit, he stood up straight. “Would love you to come on my tongue, but I have another appointment in 15 minutes.”
His hold pulled you to the end of the bed, manhandling you. “Put your feet on the ground.” He grumbled, unbuckling his jeans.
Climbing down onto the ground, you placed your two feet firmly against the concrete. Wiggling your hips as you peeked over your shoulder, trying to find his touch. He chuckled, loving how needy you were. He threw a hand onto your hip, giving you a bit of attention as he pulled his pants down.
“God you are so pathetic doll.” He muttered. His cock was hard against his boxers. Pleading to be freed.
“Was so close, want to cum.”
“What about me baby? You are so cockdrunk, so desperate, you can’t even think about me? About my pleasure baby.” He spanked your red skin. “Don’t be selfish. If I wasn’t in such a rush, I would edge you until you cried for it to stop.”
A pathetic, tiny sound slipped through your lips. “Oh, you’d like that?” He asked, colliding his body into yours. A hand wrapped around your throat, causing your body to crash against his chest. Hips started to rotate into you, grinding his crotch. “You dirty little pain slut.”
His breath was warm against your ear causing you to shiver. “Play with that little clit for me baby, make sure you are nice and ready for me.” He softly whispered, grip rough against your neck.
Your fingertips began to rub harsh circles on your raw clit. His hips were rutting against you. His throbbing cock pushed into you, pulsating against your ass. Legs were weak as you felt his length. It felt so thick, so firm. You wanted to feel it inside you. Now.
“So wet for you. Please just give it to me.”
Voice was shaky, praying that he would give into your pleas. He bit your earlobe, grunting. The sounds were so enticing, so thrilling. You automatically started to rub faster, harder. Closer to edge.
“Give you what baby?” He teased, slipping his free into his briefs, pulling his member free. He traced the member along your ass, you could feel a wet trail form on the skin.
“Cock. Your cock.” You cried out, borderline screamed.
He squeezed your throat, not satisfied with your little outburst. “Baby, what did I tell you about keeping that voice of yours down?”
“Please, I can’t. Need it.”
“Fuck, I love how pathetic you are. Begging me to fuck you in my workplace. Such a perfect girl.” His hand left your throat, going south, to join yours. His fingers slipped through your drenched core. “Baby you weren’t lying. You are so wet. So ready.”
Your head relaxed against his shoulder, enjoying his touch. Memorised by the moment, his digits poked at your lips taking you by surprise. “Why don’t you go ahead and suck on them baby. I saw you looking at them all afternoon. Bet you were fantasing about them. Wouldn’t you just love to suck on them as I fuck you?”
Head dizzy, you couldn’t process his words. All you could do was part your lips and submit. His digits slipped in, and you gracefully and willingly wrapped your mouth around them. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, tasting yourself. So dirty, so erotic.
In a blissful daze, you barely noticed his hard tip poke at your entrance, sliding up and down your folds. Covering himself in you. “Baby, fuck, can I take you raw?”
You hummed, circling your tongue around his long thick digits. Fuck it, deal with the consequences later right?
Using his foot, he kicked your ankle, spreading your legs wide. Easy access. Positioning himself, he lined himself up with your aching core. If someone were to walk in, which was a real possibility, they would lay their eyes upon the most sinful image.
A girl, helplessly rubbing her clit, spit running down her chin as she mindlessly sucked on a beautiful tattooed hand. Ruined panties resting on her knees, legs trembling. Eyes shut tight with anticipation and nerves. Hopeless and vulnerable. It was messy, but beautiful.
Jungkook’s hips pushed forward, penetrating your awaiting walls. Load moans escaped you, thankfully, being muffled by his fingers. Each inch dug deeper and deeper. Filling you up,
You felt so full as his abdomen met your ass. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, trying to conceal his own pleasure. “So tight and warm.” He growled, nibbling and licking at the fresh bite mark.
The hand on your clit froze, brain trying to process the new feeling. He held his position, giving you time to adjust. But you were getting impatient. Needing to feel him penetrate you again.
You flung a hand behind you, fisting his shirt, pulling it towards you. Begging him to move. He complied, wanting to feel your walls convulse around him. “I know pretty thing, I’ll give it to you.”
And with that, the merciless pounding began. His hips snapped against you with an extreme forward, making you jump as he slammed against you. You were panting, brain malfunctioning.
The hand that was on your clit transferred to his wrist, scrapping the inked skin. He hissed at the sensation, giving you a particular hard thrust. “Did I tell you to stop touching yourself.”
You shook your head, releasing your hold on his shirt, bringing it to your front. “Good girl. Best fucking girl. Shit, you love praise don’t you. Sucking me in, barely able to fucking move.”
Tears were building up, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. The pace he set did not waver, abusing your silky walls continuously, endlessly. Your clit was overstimulated from all the rubbing. But it felt so good.
Your back arched, head fell back over his shoulder, as if you were being raised up to heaven. The knot in your stomach growing and growing, until it broke. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, teeth grazing his digits as you tried to silence yourself. “So tight. Clenching me. Are you cumming for me sweetie? What a good girl.”
His words caused you to levitate. You ripped yourself from his grasp collapsing onto the bed in front of you. He slowed his pace, concerned.
But you wanted more. “No one more, please. I want you to cum. Keep going. Kook, please.”
Your whines sent shivers down his spine. But if that’s what you want, that is what you get. A proper brat. “You asked for it. Dumb little girl.”
Palms pressed firmly into your lower back, his hips snapped again and again and again. Balls slapping against your thighs due to the sheer force. Your body sliding against the leather, the friction focused on your clit causing you to lose your mind.
You couldn’t function, no words could leave your mouth, only heavy pants. Your hands reached back, pressing against his lower stomach, feeling the hardness hidden under his shirt. Fuck. He was an actual god.
Jungkook let out a deep moan, throwing his head back as he cursed under his breath. “So good baby, so wet. So messy. Fucking perfect cunt for me. All mine.”
“Yours.”
He howled at your submission, grasping your wrist. “Mine. Chant it, baby, as you cum for me. As you milk me.”
Allowing your forehead to rest against the black chair, you cried as you did as he said. Chanting over and over again that you are his. The words travelled straight to his cock, ruthlessly throbbing against your suffocating walls.
Your body was floating, the pleasure flowing through your blood vessels. Your vision was blurring, knees buckling. “Cum.” It was the only word your vocabulary possesed.
Jungkook saw how your body shook, like a ticking time bomb. Knowing the explosion was going to be loud, he caged you in, hand clasping around your mouth. “That’s it cum for me.”
Everything hit you at once, completely consuming you. You squirmed and screamed as the feeling of an overwhelming peace washed over you. It was as if you left this planet. Everything felt so light, so quiet. You could hear your heart pound and ears ringing.
Jungkook held you tight, lips tucked into the crevice of your neck. Hushing and guiding you through your extreme high. His balls drummed, ready to release the pressure that had built up within.
He couldn’t breathe, your wet walls clamped around him. He winced trying to remove himself, his own cock overstimulated. Angry and begging for relief. “No in me, please. Want you to cum in me. Fill me.” You slurred.
His cock didn’t even give him the chance to confirm your request, combusting at your words. Sucking at the raw skin on your neck, ensuring he left a deep mark, he emptied himself. Overcome with pleasure himself.
Spurts of warm cum covered your walls, his moans vibrated against your skin. His cock pumped and dumped every last drop into you until all you could feel was him. All you could think about was him.
Both of you were in heaven. All you could do was cherish the moment. The feeling of being full and contempt.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily against one another. He was crushing you with his body. Finally gaining some strength, he started to pry his body away.
The feeling of his cum running down your thighs was evident, making you cringe. “This is a treat.” He muttered, licking his lips as his hands pulled your lips apart, giving him a front row view of the mess that leaked out.
“Messy, dirty.” You whined.
“Exactly what I like baby.”
Thighs clenched together at his words. The high beginning to crash away. He kissed your lower back, massaging your thighs and ass. “Come on, let’s clean up. My client will be here in a few minutes.”
Pouting, you rose from your position and faced him, legs shaking as you tried to find balance. He laughed, poking your cheek. “Cute.”
He walked over to his sterilised table to grab a towel. Realising that the whole studio heard you getting your brains blown out, you wanted to escape as fast as possible.
Using the last of your energy, you pulled up your panties, fixed your top, and wiped the remnants from your face with your palm. By the time Jungkook turned around, you were all fixed up. Apart from your hair. Which made him chuckle, it screamed ‘I just had sex’.
You stood there uncomfortable, feeling the stickiness between your thighs. You looked at him awkwardly, not knowing what you should say, should do. “Um, thanks. I should get going.”
His eyes bulged, wide like bambi. Before you could grab your bag, he reached out for your forearm. Stopping you. “Hey, um you sure you okay?”
His voice was completely different, soft and gentle. You gulped, nodding your head. “Yeah positive. Don’t want to hold you up any longer.” You smiled to reassure him.
“Oh, um one second.” His hands thread through your hair, fixing the rustled and knotted locks. Tucking pieces behind your ear. “Sorry, it was um a little messy.” He admitted, before he started to fix up his own appearance.
Fuck, he was so enchanting.
Once he sorted himself, he cleared his throat. “Are you sure you don’t want, um, a towel or anything?” He offered with a small smile.
“It’s fine, it’s not that bad.” You shrugged, flattening your skirt.
“Maybe you just like it.” He smirked, trailing his eyes down your body. The comment made your cheeks heat up.
Maybe he wasn’t wrong.
“Yeah okay, I’ll, um, go.” You announced, turning on your heels, ready to make your great escape.
“Wait!”
Jungkook ran to his desk. He grabbed some paper, using a pen to scribble down something. You stood patiently, twiddling your thumbs. “Here, these are some guidelines to help you with the healing process for the new ink.”
Frantically nodding, you thanked him, offering a gentle bow of your head. He bit his lip at your action, finding it endearing. He flipped the booklet before handing it to you.
“Oh, and that’s my number. I finish work at 5. If you text me before then, I can come over to, um, make sure you get some proper aftercare. You know, for the tattoo.”
Pursing your lips together, you tried to hide the smile. “Yeah, for the tattoo.”
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