iâm looking for a jungkook situationship two shot itâs angsty and heâs kind of a dick that ends up losing the reader, i think the name may have been a timestamp? unsure
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Imagine Hvitserk starts bringing a new woman for dinner with his family in the hall. He's absolutely smitten with her, much to the disgust of his youngest brother. The entire meal Ivar is hurling insults at the pair of them, until Ubbe tells him to leave. That night, she sneaks into his room and is sat upon his chest with a knife to his throat before he knows she was even there. The next morning, he's as smitten with her as Hvitserk is.
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âCan I bum one?â that gravel-like voice asks the question which started it all. Your eyes flick from your freshly-lit cigarette to her. Holy shit. Instinctive alarm bells blare at the mere sight of her. She was hot. hot . hot. The straight-up definition of heartbreaker right before your eyes. And she had sauntered over to you, with a lilt of allure in her tone and a darkness in her half covered eyes, framed by the shaggy locks both jutting out and poking against her face.Â
You take a drag yourself whilst digging out the pack from your pocket and handing it over to the strangely attractive stranger. âThank you,â she nods, âReally. Whatâs your name?â the stranger asks, taking out a cigarette and pressing the end between her lips. You tell her without a second thought and her expression softens instantly. Itâs a well performed move. Almost unnoticeable. That smile is so convincing, it's as if this girl has fallen in love simply by hearing your name. And who knows, maybe she has. At least for the moment. Any other instance and you would have obeyed the waving red flag above her head. But tonight, it seems to be working for you. âThatâs very pretty. Suits youâ she flirts, trading the pack with your lighter. Skin meets skin for a wavering moment. âIâm Shane.âÂ
Oh, yeah. Even if you wind up as just another name in an endless cycle, you couldnât find it in you to care.Â
It's fitting.Â
The dimly lit, sleazy, bathroom of the bar you were outside. The countless cell phone numbers and names stained on the previously dull walls give a hint into the amount of sins committed inside this bathroom. If only walls could talk.Â
You hope this sin is cherished.Â
Shane presses you against the nearest surface found since stumbling through the door. Her hands shamelessly wander your body, running up your back, squeezing your waist, hoisting your thigh up to rest at her hip. âYou want this?â she breathes against the corner of your mouth. You nod as you let out a sigh of her name. Sweet on your lips. A hushed secret. Your hands run up Shaneâs clothed chest, circling her shoulders on your fingers path into her hair. Shane hums, eyes seeking yours at the call of her name, so attentive in their search of your expression.Â
âPlease kiss me.âÂ
You watch Shaneâs mouth curl like the flick of a cat's tail. Sheâs looking at your own mouth, leaning closer in search of the feeling of your lips. Shane kisses you hungrily, expertly. Her lips are surprisingly soft, and warm suckling on your bottom lip, tongue peeking out, already desperate for more. She wastes no time in sliding her tongue into your mouth, moaning lustfully when you meet her with a fierce passion.Â
Tongues dance and swap spit as Shane pushes your dress up around your hips, fingers teasingly skimming the skin above your lacy waistband. Your fingers tug on her hair, eliciting more huffs to mould with your breathy whines. âMm fuckâ Shane mutters, saliva connecting your mouths as she tilts her head down; Shaneâs eyes dart continuously between your face and her hand sliding into your panties, âYouâre so fuckinâ hot, and wet.â She cups your cunt, gasping in unison with you, âSâthat for me?âÂ
Your chin dips, burying your face into Shaneâs neck. You pepper kisses across her skin, becoming hooked onto her scent while playfully mumbling, âNo shit.â In truth, youâre shielding your composure, breath not-so-secretly hitching as Shaneâs long, slender finger teases your hole in slow circles, tempting you with the fantasy of her just stuffing you.Â
Shane doesnât seem too pleased with your response, chuckling softly, âOh, is that how it is?â she asks with a layer of sass within her tone. You spot a foxy smirk on her lips, looking up at her with hazy eyes as Shane sinks two fingers into your cunt, cooing âyeah?â her voice rasps in a way that makes your tummy flutter, clenching tightly. And she can feel it.Â
Hot breath fans over Shaneâs neck - casting a shiver down her spine - as you moan loudly, latching your teeth into her as if you were a vampire. She sets off at a relentless pace, finger-fucking you in the bar bathroom the way sheâs expected to.Â
Thereâs no denying, she knows what sheâs doing.Â
Itâs evident in the amount of pleasure pulsingâŠ.everywhere. Shaneâs hips rut in time with the pace of her thrusts, making the experience that much more overwhelming. Small whines escape as you pant against her neck, tongue lapping in the motions of a french kiss.Â
The sounds are driving her insane. Shaneâs clit throbs in her too tight jeans, out of time with the pulsing of your silky walls around her fingers. Non-stop feeling. Shane huffs, shuffling her feet around yours so that she can rut her crotch against your thigh, allowing her jeans to squeeze her nub perfectly. âAh- shit!âÂ
As your head falls back, your hand drops down to grope at Shane, cupping where the crease of her ass and her thigh meet. Shane chases you, lips finding yours once again to feel your pathetic moans passing into her mouth. Her thumb is bent at just the right angle in her palm to rub your clit as she curls and pushes her fingers deeper into you. If it causes any discomfort, she shows no sign of it. Too focused on making you reach your peak.Â
She sucks on your tongue, savouring your taste in her mouth. It's messy. Frantic. Slutty. but it's winding you both up faster than you thought possible. You subconsciously rise onto your tiptoes, tingling from the intense stimulation. âDonât run, baby,â Shaneâs free arm wraps around your waist, holding you close to her, her fingers refusing to give up on that spot inside you.Â
Shane groans in annoyance when a sharp knock manages to overpower the music and your moans. âFuck off!â she shouts over her shoulder, head whipping right back to you.Â
âYâclose, babe?â her tone changes like a switch, throaty coo back in her voice, âYour gettinâ tighterâŠâÂ
You hate how smug she is. But thereâs no shame to admit sheâs not wrong. The risk of being caught seemed to set your nerves on override, dialling your body heat to the fullest. âDonât stop, donât stop, donât stopâ you chant, âplease. gonna cum, fuck fuck.âÂ
A moan slips from Shaneâs mouth into yours, hearing the mix of how wet you sound along with how badly you want release. Sheâs right there too. Humping herself on your thigh is about to have her making a mess of her cotton panties. Most likely soaked through and through.Â
âItâs good, yeah? Cum, babe, cum with me,â she mutters out through pleasured grunts, forehead pushing against yours as euphoria threatens to crash into this random room. Shane can feel your slick pooling in her palm and she lets go, cursing huskily and trembling.Â
Your orgasm causes your body to still, wave after wave of pleasure coursing frantically inside of you. Arms hugging Shane close, you ride out your highs together, panting into one anotherâs mouths. Speaking in a tongue of lust. Moans passing back and forth, heads growing fuzzier as the music thumps through the walls of the bar.Â
Shaneâs body leans into yours, chin falling to your shoulder as her fingers come to a halt within you. The sudden emptiness is gut wrenching but the constant banging on the bathroom doors offers little time for small talk. âOh my god,â you breathe out, bursting into laughter with the girl who just made you see stars.Â
Sheâs still grinning when she sticks her drenched fingers into her mouth, sucking off your cum. Your own laugh falters, panties feeling impossibly damp impossibly fast. Shane almost snorts, âDonât look at me like that,â despite her voice sounds serious.Â
Head cocked to look down at you, Shaneâs free hand reaches up to brush your hair back into place. âThis was fun,â you say, tugging the hem of your dress down to where it should be.Â
âYeah,â Shane nods. She licks her lips as she takes what you guess as her last look at you
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