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âEveryone Iâm doing well. so my body doesnât feel heavy, Iâm continuing to move around. Iâm eating and laying down (x2) so Iâm worried that Iâm going to gain weight. anyways Iâm taking care of myself well so donât worry too much! letâs meet soon. leggo!â (trans. cr. haruharu_w_bts)
heyyy greyy! do u have fics where gojo and yn had a big fight wherein it almost ruined their relationship? have a nice dayy!
Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader
(Kaleidoscope Series || Clouds and Mochi Chapters ||)
âlove of my life
[Arguments are bridges to understanding.]
[Notes and Warning: Angst, comfort Word Count: 4.4k]
"Thank you for the 900 followers! I hope you enjoy this piece." âGrey
L'amour de ma vie
I.
There's no banquet in this world that will last forever, so everyone should have their fill while it lasts. But in banquets, you could at least look at the candle to know that this will be the last dance... Unfortunately for this, it came as an unannounced guest that you're unable to decline its entry in your life.
Just days ago you and Satoru were still planning about going to Akihabara for the weekend. Then he canceled it out. Of course, you don't blame him. It can't be avoided that he's busy. But as of late, you barely saw his face in two weeks or even heard his voice long enough in a two minutes call, he would immediately hang up telling you he's running late on a mission. Satoru would still mail you a quick good morning and good night but apart from those greeting nothing more.
Really, you don't know what happened. Satoru always texts you back, even with long intervals in between, your boyfriend would still flood your messages, bombarding you with his pictures and videos, or just annoying you because he misses you badly. So why the sudden silent treatment?
Right from the start, you knew... You might be important but you will never be Satoru's first priority. It's just that, living in the dream was sweet that you refused to face that bitter truth.
"Y/n, we're going on a drinking party after work, wanna come?" Your department leader stand beside your desk and smiled.
"I'm sorry Sir, I'm meeting my parents are coming over for dinner." You politely declined the friendly invitation and continued working.
"Oh, how about tomorrow night?"
"My parents are staying over for the whole week I'm sorry it's been a long time since they came to visit," monotonously you hit the keyboard keys hoping he gets the message you're not interested to talk.
That was a lie. You just don't want to spill your problem during your drunken stupor with your co-workers.
Your body fell forward to the bed. Face flat, clutching the blanket you've laundered with the soap Satoru uses because you miss him. You would cuddle in this bed together whenever he comes over, soft words and sweet nothings whispered in the confines of your room under the quilt with legs tangled and arms clutching around each other tightly.
You got so used to Satoru's presence that it was only until recently that you realized you forgot how you spent those passing days before he came into your life.
Pulling out your phone, you texted him again.
Typing...
Are you free this weekend?
Backspace...
Are you okay?
Backspace...
Your fingers wavered and in the end, tapped three words.
Let's talk tomorrow.
Seen
That's new... He immediately saw it when a few days ago it would take hours.
Typing...
Ok, good night baby.
The day dragged on, and when the night came, you waited on the living room couch with your body tense with anticipation and anxiety. The thought that you and Satoru never argued much keeps filling your mind. You both hit it off smoothly, probably because before you committed both of you started as friends. Serious arguments with him are rare, it was often about nasty pranks and simple things. These past days once again opened your eyes to how scary arguments can get. How silence could damage you so much.
Wearing one of his shirts, your eyes watch the television absentmindedly. But the long hand of the clock traveled the number of hours until you fall deep the slumber. Yet not a sliver of his shadow met you. In your half-asleep consciousness, you felt your body being hoisted up and the covers pulled over your shoulder, a hand gently guided your head to lean on a familiar chest.
"I'm sorry..."
When you woke up the next morning, you turn around and you could still feel the warmth of the spaces beside you. A thermos and mug are on the side table.
"Satoru?" You called out, hastily scrambling off the bed and running to the kitchen where a broad back with an apron tied on his waist would greet you.
The pans are dishes are cleaned and there's breakfast on the table, but no Satoru.
Knees weak, your body slumped against the wall, inhaling a heavy breath. The day has barely started but you've lost the drive to even move today. Couldn't he wait even for a few seconds until you wake up?
Days drag on to weeks. He would carry you to bed in the dead of the night, embrace you in your sleep and leave with only the thermos and mug on the bedside as a sign he came by. You would just work on the day. Pile yourself with work so you won't have time to think of your problems. Funny how you hate stress, but stress is also the only thing that keeps you going.
Until, even those late midnight carries and warm thermos stopped, not a linger of shadow and scent visited you. Not a message, not a call... Nothing.
A month, turned to two, turned to three.
Three restless months and you've finally reached your breaking point of living every day between apprehension and the hope that Satoru would knock on your door to finally have a talk.
You're finally tired...
You stopped blaming it on his job. You stopped making excuses to justify his disappearance in your life. No matter what work it is about, not calling or even popping up to even say 'hey, I'm still alive' is pushing. So you stopped. You knew this was coming, Satoru is the strongest. He has people to protect, an obligation to execute. His plate was full even before you came in...
So where exactly is your place in his life?
Satoru... was not an asshole for a boyfriend. Contrary to what most told you. Satoru can be a handful with his teasing attitude but he treasured you, he took such good care of you in his own ways. And that's what's making this hard. He never did anything for you to hate him.
Being in a relationship with Gojo Satoru was good while it lasted.
With a heavy heart, you called Mr. Yaga that you'll be coming to the college... You just need to drop off something. At the foot of the mountain is the dorm. You smiled at the severely few students who stopped training and greeted you.
"He's out on a mission today." Yaga accepted the box you're holding, a marker written in it for you boyf-
Right now you don't even have the confidence to call him by that title anymore.
"It's okay." You nod and smile weakly. You expected it but that doesn't numb the disappointment. Leaving the box that contained all the belongings he left in your apartment, Mr. Yaga promised to pass the envelope you wrote for Satoru.
It's okay... You murmured. Was it for Satoru or for consoling yourself? You're not sure anymore. It's okay... It will pass. Not today but one day, the pain will also numb down. Your fingers found the hanging pendant of the necklace on your chest that Satoru got for you and breathe back the tightness in your throat no matter how painful your heart clenched. Funny how a person who can share a long time beside you turns into memory without even saying goodbye.
You went home and packed the bags you'll bring tomorrow on your trip. Your leave because of the sudden passing away of a family member was granted. Just one thing is bothering you with your sudden vacation. The gardenia Satoru got you on your graduation has started wilting no matter how much you try to water it every day and expose it to sun rays it refuses to get better.
In the end, even the gift he gave you is also gonna leave you no matter how much you take care of it.
There's no banquet in this world that will last forever...
You look out the window trying to blink back the tears who hasn't dried up despite the nights of crying yourself to sleep. With the heaven who seems to join your grief with her heavy pouring rain and thunderstorm, you squeeze yourself into the corner of the couch trying to warm yourself.
Just one more month... It could've been your anniversary with him.
Everyone should have their fill while the banquet lasts.
Forget it... you inhaled a shaky breath and wipe your tears. If loving means losing yourself in the process, can you still call that 'love'?
The door quietly opened, and heavy footsteps trudge your floor, rousing you from your sleep.
A weight landed on your lap, wetness spread and seep into the blanket fully jolting you awake. When you look down look at a mop of soaking white hair burying itself on your lap, kneeling on the side of the couch you're reclined upon. Eyes still bleary, your heart calmed down recognizing the only person who would dare show extreme gestures of clinginess without shame.
"Let go Satoru." You croaked, pushing away his head but he won't budge only clutching the back of your knees tighter. "Please, Satoru just let go." You gave him another shove off of you and just like that he fell on the carpet with his head hung low.
"Don't leave me Y/n, don't abandon me," his shoulders shake clutching your knees tightly.
You pulled the blanket to your chin, covering your shaking lips with the back of your hand. Satoru reaches up his forehead to rest on the edges of your knees, like a pilgrim seeking salvation he hugs your legs while kneeling on the floor. But instead of stroking his head like you would've done, you pulled away.
Three months. Your heart raced painfully. It took you three months to finally see him only to see each other in such pathetic states.
"Then why? Why did you leave me Satoru?" You weakly shove his head off of you. How cruel. It scares you how the sight of him kneeling could soften your heart easily. "What did I do to deserve being abandoned by you in those three months?"
He fell silent, like a forsaken child fallen on the floor.
"I'll make it up, I promise. Just give me a few days." He pleads. "I'll make everything okay."
Your heart ached to hear him beg not to be abandoned. But perhaps if he said those three months ago you would've easily given in, however, the pain you've endured in those restless three months cannot be compared to this.
Begging has never suited Satoru. And it breaks you apart from how those words spill from his mouth. You never want him to beg. Never want to see or hear him in pain. Seeing him in pain hurts you more.
"Would have it killed you to say even just one word to me in those 3 months? You just can't waltz in and out of my life whenever you please," your voice cracked, and you could barely breathe from the tight coil in your throat. "I'm not lost and found Satoru. You can't expect me to welcome you with open arms after 3 months of nothing."
"I'll come home every day. I will text you, call you, please Baby. I'll do whatever you want."
Satoru looks up to you and only then did you see how bloodshot his eyes were. You cannot discern between tears or raindrops on his face.
"You don't have to, really." You shake your head. "Satoru, please get up," you tried pulling him to stand, unable to bear seeing him in such a despairing situation.
His hands searched for yours bringing the back of it to his lips. "I love you," the hoarseness of his voice filled with agony.
"And I still do, it won't easily fade no matter what I do. Letting you go was one of the hardest things I have to do." You admitted painfully. Your hand found your heart and pounded your chest feebly. "It hurts Satoru because I still am in love with you. But, I've had enough of questioning myself. Where do I even belong in your life? I am not an option you can choose just because you need me."
"I'll do better, I promise." He says.
"But Satoru... I am tired."
"I'm not yet tired!"
Your heart crumpled in the desperation and hope within his voice. They were so simple, that they calmed down the turmoil your heart has agonized over the months. That's what Satoru could do to you.
His eyes look up at you filled with pain and yearning.
"Baby if you're tired, rest. I'll do everything. Just please don't leave me Y/n."
Unable to bear it any more your tears welled up. You don't know what to do. How do you break free from this man? You can't bear seeing him this wounded.
"I'm also tired!" He said in a shaking voice. "And desperate. Badly desperate." His hand found your arms. "All my life I was molded to be the strongest. Aside from that my life has no other goal. Fuck! I don't even know if I have a worth aside from being the strongest."
You could almost taste the pain in his voice. Satoru has never broken down this badly. Not when he told you about his best friend's defection, the only man who managed to crack his walls down but also left him.
"No one understood me! No one cared enough. As long as I do my job as the strongest. Until now I'm still doing my best to be the strongest. To make everything okay, and I could continue shouldering all of it Y/n, I will carry everything... As long as you're mine." he whispered holding your hands tightly.
His arms snaked around your back, you let him guide your head to the spaces of his neck. For a long time, you both sat there in silence, exhausted and spent.
You let him lift you up and carry you. You covered your face with your palm and buried yourself in his chest. You've forgotten how comfortable it is to be carried around in Satoru's arms until now. He walked to the bathroom and set you down on the sink. Turning the faucet on and pulling out a towel, soak it in water and gently dab it over your puffy eyes. The silence and Satoru's presence only triggered your tears to overflow. Every wipe he made new batch would stream down. You let him, and let yourself bask in the domesticity you've craved and lost over the months.
You don't know how long it took until you've calmed down. All you know is that your head is now leaning on his chest while you're both sitting on the cold floor of your bedroom. Satoru has changed into one of your oversized shirts. He was slowly and gently stroking and fiddling the strands of your hair while you lean on him.
He was finally calm like he didn't break down into a begging mess earlier. Your heart is also calmer but the back of your head hurts from all the crying.
"Why?" After a long while, you broke the silence.
The hand stroking your hair stopped for a moment but resumed once again. Satoru shifted so you could look up while you're back rested on him.
"I had to get things done in the clan. They were clambering about my marriage."
You move and Satoru didn't force you to stay in his hold, instead, he let you pull away and only smiled weakly. Your heart ached to see how sore his beautiful eyes are now red, and how his cheeks lost weight.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Satoru is a master of hiding his affairs.
"I don't want to drag you in that messy process."
"That's bullshit," you scoffed at his stupid reasoning.
"I know right, I'm so stupid," he chuckled and leaned his head on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. "If I become the head of the clan they can't force me to do something I don't want."
When they say love could drive you crazy you thought it was something exaggerated. But besides Satoru who only came an hour ago, it's as if those 3 months of sleepless nights were nothing, the more you listen to him the more your heart cannot bear to deprive yourself of sinking into his arms.
"I'm going home tomorrow." You curled your knees reaching up to your chin. "You should do what you need to do."
"I'll make everything better. I'll come to pick you up when it's done." Satoru sighed. His head fell on your shoulders.
"I told you, you don't have to Satoru. No matter what you do, it can't make me feel better... It's something that I have to do by myself."
"Then, how do I make it up to you?" He murmured, finding your hand. Snaking his little finger to intertwine with yours.
"That's entirely up to you."
Quietly you stood up and gestured for him to climb into the bed.
"I'm sorry," Satoru says before you lay your head on his chest and fell asleep.
II.
"Where's Satoru?" Your Mom asked, blinking at you.
She only welcomed you home and the next thing she did is look for Satoru.
"Oh good timing Y/n, bring Satoru in. There's a match of... Where's Satoru?" Your father's head peek out of the wall corner and surveyed your back.
"He didn't come, you don't look like mourning for a dead relative." You pointed out and quickly shifted the topic.
"Why didn't you bring Satoru? Is he coming tomorrow? Call him." Your father pestered you. You rolled your eyes at him and trudge up to your room after the tiring travel.
"Too bad, I even made that candied plums when you told me you're going home. Oh well, I guess I'll eat it later," your mother shrugged and told you to clean up and help her make dinner.
His golden boy is the only person who can tolerate your father while watching their baseball games together. Then there's your mother who kept feeding Satoru's bottomless stomach, delighted that she found someone she can experiment her cooking with. Sometimes you have to reassess who's the biological 'child' in this family.
"I'm sleeping."
Satoru went as far as walking you to the train station, but it was an awkward silence. It's not like you hated it, but you were also not in the mood to talk.
The days passed slowly, you would spend half the day helping with the family of your relative, just lounge around the house or go around the town.
Satoru from time to time would message. Nothing too major, just asking how you're doing...
You're still undecided, uncertain about the day you'll go back to Tokyo and face him.
"Did you get into an argument?" Your mother asked while peeling the potatoes for the curry.
...
"It's hard to explain."
"You still love him?" The lady stopped peeling and look at you.
"I do. It's just that... I'm confused about where I belong in his life." Tomorrow you're going back to Tokyo, yet you're still lost on how to sort this out with Satoru. "How do I even know if he still loves me. Or he's just afraid to lose me? There's a big difference between being wanted and being needed."
A small smile blossomed on your mother's lips, gently shaking her head.
"I don't know what happened between the two of you. But often we are too focused on our pain that we fail to see our other half is also having a hard time. Those with the longest relationship, are the ones that argued and still forgave each other countless times. There's the two of you in the relationship and you have to work together to make it work."
Your mother helps you pack up, even stuffing a few food containers with your favorite dish to be brought home tomorrow.
"You should bring a scarf, be careful not to catch cold." Your father pulled your small trolley, filled with assorted stuff your mother insisted that you bring back to Tokyo.
"I already have, Dad, do you have the canister?"
Your father didn't answer and instead conspicuously cleared his throat to grab your attention.
"Dad?"
Behind your father, outside the gate, stood a tall man, his white locks disheveled and panting like he ran a marathon. Satoru looks at you through the gaps of his sunglasses with a mixture of hope and relief.
"What did you come here for?" Your father eyed Satoru with hawk-like narrowed eyes.
"Sir, I... I came to pick up Y/n," Satoru inhaled a heavy breath.
"No, I do nâ"
"Dad..." You cut off your father who used to like Satoru but has grown once again hostile to the man. Your mother must've mentioned something about the "misunderstanding" and your father didn't take it well. "We'll be back."
Against your father's stinky eyes, and Satoru fidgeting from your father's back like a pup, you pulled Satoru to walk down the neighborhood. Neither of you said anything until reaching a secluded place.
"You didn't tell me you're coming," you pat the bench to wipe off some dried leaves and sit. Satoru followed and sat beside you.
"I went straight from the airport to catch a train, my phone died on the way."
If you calculate the time, it'd be around midnight he came from the airport and catch a night train. He barely slept then... This man, always pushing his limits. You heave a breath, unsure if you should scold him for disregarding his body.
No one dared to speak more, afraid to break the tranquil silence between the two of you. Satoru opened his mouth but close it before he can speak.
"How's the matter in your clan?" Would he call you unabashed if you say that you were secretly waiting for him to pick you up, just like he promised a week ago? Even after those silent three months, you still trust his words. If this is his way of making up to you... It won't hurt to at least hear him out, would it?
"It's done. You don't need to worry about it anymore."
"You always say that... But what if I want to worry about it with you?"
Satoru laughed and scratch his head. Acting childish and nonchalant to downplay the situation.
"Really Y/n, they'll only give headache and trouble. I just don't want you to trouble yourself..." I don't want you to experience how hard it is to love me. Those words remain unspoken.
"And if I want it?" You frowned and look straight into his surprised eyes. "Satoru... understand this carefully. I love you, but I'm not an option you can choose when it's just the good times. I didn't enter this relationship to be a burden in the responsibility you are shouldering. I'm here to stay."
Satoru clenched his fists. You don't know... What happened to Suguru who also shared that burden of being the 'strongest' with him. Satoru doesn't ever want to see you end up that way. He doesn't want you to fade away. He can carry everything... It's the only thing he can do, afraid that apart from protecting everyone, his life was destined to be the 'strongest'. The fact that you came into his life and give him this place of simple pleasures of life is more than enough, and he only wishes to protect that simplicity.
"I chose you because I know life is hard, we'll fight, makeup, and still I want it to be with you. I know your work is tough, and that you already have too much on your plate. But I don't want to be on that plate, I want to stand by your side. I want to understand you. But how can I do that if you shun me out? Please don't do that. I feel useless that I'm in a relationship with you but I can do nothing to help. I can't fight battles with you, so at least let me lend you a shoulder, don't keep me in the dark."
Your hands found his tightly clenched fists. Unconsciously Satoru didn't notice his nails have dig too deep and wounded his palms until your fingers rub his already white knuckles and loosen them.
"... Okay, I promise." Satoru buried his head into the spaces of your neck. His tensed shoulders relaxed from your hold.
You're stronger than me Y/n, you can live without me. How about me? I've been alone for so long that when you came along, I can't stand being alone again...
"No more sneaking and leaving without a goodbye."
"Got it."
"And you're going to get a decent rest when we get home. That's an order."
"..." Satoru chuckled. "Got it." Nuzzling your neck, his heart finally eased up.
"Y/n?"
"What is it?"
"Thank you..."
No words are needed, you pat his head, resting your chin on top, and rub his knuckles.
III.
After a few threats from your father, and your mother forcing Satoru to eat, you both finally got to leave for the train station.
"Your dad." Satoru rub his chest and sighed. "Is scary."
You can't help but laugh. The 'strongest sorcerer' is scared of your middle-aged father.
"But I got your Mom's recipe! We should stop by the grocery before going home. I'll try cooking that canape you like. That egg drop soup she made, I like it. So simple and light."
You rolled your eyes while paying for the ticket. Satoru kept muttering the foods he missed eating. You drag him to get several bentos to eat on the train, knowing his bottomless stomach and the length of the travel, he's bound to complain about hunger along the way.
"Baby," Satoru poked your back. "Can we get that?" He pointed to the doughnut shop.
"Just one box."
You both went to buy a box and notice a potted gardenia on the cashier's table. Your heart sank remembering that the gardenia Satoru got you have wilted no matter how much you try to take care of it.
"I tried my best, it has a bud about to bloom before I left." Satoru pat your back and hold your hand while the other held the boxes of food you both got. "We can take care of it better when we get back."
[Grey says: To the anon who sent the ask, pardon the long wait. I've seen it but wasn't in the right mood to write for angst until recently. I hope you like this one.]
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love how generally most of us believe that Gojou would be the biggest girl dad ever, his daughter would have him wrapped around her little fingers đ„ș
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i hope you dont take offense to this but i just wish you would write things other than smut and maybe wrote for members beside jungkook youâre really talented and its sad to see it be used to objectify a member thats overly sexualized in the fandom
okay, theres a few things to unpack here. everyone has their preferences on what they like to read and thats fine. i put very very detailed warnings on all of my stories along with my masterlist stating what they entail(even regarding angst so no one reads anything they donât want to) so if you donât feel comfortable reading smut you can just...scroll past it. theres no need to message me with some back handed compliment telling me you wish i didnât waste my âtalentâ writing smut. i write smut because i enjoy writing it, i also have stories posted, and in my wips, that have zero smut at all, but whats the problem with it in the first place?
all of my ideas come to me as jungkook stories because i love writing about him. i have fun characterizing him into different scenarios, but i also write for other members as well. at the end of the day, i write for myself and only write what strikes inspo, and if that happens to be jungkook or taehyung or yoongi then once again...whats the problem with it?
finally, trying to turn this into something else by claiming im objectifying him is bizarre. if youâre calling me talented and saying you wish i wrote for the rest of bts then its safe to assume youâve read my stories right? does that mean youâre also objectifying jungkook and the rest of the members iâve written for...or would it be okay with you as long as its not about him? đ its fiction. i keep my work on tumblr and ao3, under a read more, and explicitly tagged. iâm not going around tagging any of the members in this or linking them to it, being vulgar under their tweets or vlives, or bringing it to anyones attention unless theyâre choosing to search for it on either website.
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A/N: Iâve been writing this part for the past few days and honestly donât know how I feel about it đ but if I donât post Iâll never continue the momentum I have going lmao so enjoy đ€§. Please let me know what yâall think and/or if you want to be added to a taglist đ«
âWhat game are you playing at?â I ask him. I hear his chuckle close to my ear. He takes a step back and lets go of me.Â
âWhy donât you play with me and find out?â He smirks and turns around to head back to the kitchen. I exhale the breath I was holding and pat my chest, trying to tell my heart to chill out.Â
Like a puppy needing its owner, I follow Jungkook to the kitchen to find him talking with Yoongi. My heart decides to work double time instead of chilling out at the sight of them both.Â
At first glance youâd never guess they were brothers and that Yoongi was the older one. Jungkook stands a few inches taller and his muscular build makes Yoongi look like a soft younger boy. The tattoos covering his right arm and his wavy long black hair that Jungkook wears only adds to the âbad boyâ vibe he has going on. The only thing that makes them brothers is their very similar personalities when it comes to their talents. Both involved in the arts, both intelligent, both passionate, and both fine as fuck. To be clear though, Yoongi and I have never been more than friends, there was never even an ounce of romantic feelings toward one another. Jungkook on the other hand...well thatâs a story for another day.Â
âDonât tell me âoperation get Y/N shitfacedâ is over?!â Tony asks from behind me. Heâs walking straight to the fridge to take out another bottle of cranberry juice. âThe night is still to young Y/N. How about a nice cool cranberry vodka?â He asks with a raise of his eyebrows as he pours me another drink.Â
I take it from him and smile big, âwell donât mind if I do my dear friend.â I gulp down the contents as if it was a refreshing cold glass of water on a hot summer day. I can feel Jungkook staring at me and when I finish my drink I catch his eyes. Heâs got a frown on his face which I question with a subtle raise of my eyebrow and a slight tilt of my head.Â
âDon't you think you should slow down on the drinking Y/N?â He asks.Â
I scoff and roll my eyes. âWho are you? The alcohol police?â Jin, who I just noticed had walked in to grab a bottle of water, laughs at my comment. He puts his fist out and I bump it with a laugh. âGood one Y/N. Iâm proudâ he says.Â
His girlfriend, Tree, grabs the water bottle from his hold and cringes, âBabe please donât encourage her with the dad jokes.â
âWhatever. In the wise words of my king, Bad Bunny, yo hago lo que me da la gana. And right now I want to dance so deuces putas!â I peace out, grab my drink, and walk backwards to the living room, making eye contact with Jungkook and winking at him.Â
The atmosphere in the room changes to a sensual one when the melodic voice of Sech and ArcĂĄngel start to sing âSigues con El.â
I take another sip of my drink and start to groove to the music, closing my eyes and raising my hands in sensual movements as I sing along to ArcĂĄngel singing âPrimero tomaste, luego llamaste, y en medio de indirectas calentaste la situaciĂłn...â
I dance on my own, drinking my cocktail every so often feeling warm as the alcohol flows through my body.Â
I open my eyes in attention when I feel strong hands spread out on my waist and push me backwards to lean as close to his body as possible. I smile knowing who it is, dropping my head to lean on his broad muscular chest, inhaling his signature vanilla scent mixed in with something woodsy.Â
âTake me upstairsâ I whisper to him. I sense his excitement caused from those words from the way his hand on my ass twitches. He looks down at me, making eye contact and sees lust written all over my face. He grabs my hand and starts to make his way upstairs without saying a word.Â
We make our way to his bedroom at the end of the hall. As soon as he shuts the door, weâre all over each other. Tongues clashing, fighting for dominance. I relent when he sucks my tongue into his mouth eliciting a long drawn out moan from me which makes my pussy clench. He picks me up to which I instantly wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me against the wall with a grunt and I moan as I feel him suck on my neck all the while his groin is grinding against my denim covered pussy.Â
âJungkook, pleaseâ I whisper.Â
âPlease, what babe?â He asks with a delicious push against my core that has me pulling his long wavy locks with more force than I intended.Â
âI need youâ I finally answer. Never needing a dick in my vagina as much as I need it right at this moment.Â
âYou gonna let me play with you a little first princess?â I shake my head no, not wanting to be teased tonight. I feel his chuckle against my neck as he whispers âwell too bad.â
He pushes off the wall and carries me to his bed where he lays me with care underneath him. His soft lips kiss their way down my neck, making his way across my shoulders one by one, bringing down the flimsy straps of my blouse. His lips travel back down my chest. He feels my hardened nipples standing at attention against the satin fabric of my shirt. He licks one hardened nipples over the fabric and sucks it into his mouth while fingering my other nipple. Iâm too sensitive to his touch , the added bite from his teeth against my nipple makes me moan his name. My hands still tightly wound in his hair pull at it every time he bites my nipples, eliciting a moan from him. I push his head down against my nipples wanting more of his mouth on me. He takes his time playing with them, pushing my tits out from the restraints of the shirt, sucking on the skin no doubt leaving marks. He kisses his way down my arm, paying close attention to my arm covered in tattoos, tracing each delicate line of ink. He worships my body, even though Iâm frantic, wanting some type of friction at my core. Making his way down my stomach he pushes my shirt upwards to reveal more flesh. He kisses, licks, and sucks every inch of skin he comes across. I remove my shirt from my body, seeing no need for it anymore.Â
He unbuttons my jeans and kisses my panty covered pussy, removing them along with my pants. He takes his time showing love to my thighs, kissing and sucking on my skin. His fingers spread out on my thighs as he grabs them tightly and spreads my legs even further apart. Iâm fidgeting, so close to falling off the edge when he hasnât even touched me where I need him the most.Â
My hands are in his sweat drenched hair, tightly pulling at his locks trying to maneuver his face towards my core. He chuckles and I feels the vibration against my pussy sending a stream of wetness down my center to which he notices.
The first swipe of his tongue along my pussy has me yelling out his name. He licks my lips a few times before inserting his tongue and making contact with my clit. I curse out a loud but breathy âfuck,â eyes rolling to the back of my head with the sensation of his tongue against my clit. He eats me as if he was starved for days, knowing precisely the right momentum that has me feeling like putty in his mouth.Â
He removes one hand from my thighs and inserts two fingers inside while he continues to lick and suck at my clit. I start to grind faster against his fingers until heâs inserting another digit into me and I moan even louder feeling at the peak of my climax thatâs about to come. The scissoring motion of his ring covered fingers inside me making me gasp for air and I pull his hair even more. He moans at the force to which his hair is being pulled and I feel it at my clit. Iâve never felt so full before and I feel another rush of wetness when I start to imagine just how full Iâll feel from his dick.Â
He takes his free hand and brings it up to pinch my nipples drawing my orgasm even closer than before.Â
âJungkook pleaseâ I gasp, wanting to reach my climax.Â
He moans and sucks my clit into his mouth while the scissoring continues. With one last pinch to my nipple Iâm screaming his name as I feel the orgasm flow through every inch of my body.Â
He continues to worship my clit for a few more seconds as I ride out my high on his tongue.Â
I feel him withdraw from my core only to feel the tip of his dick against my thigh. I look down at him and he winks when he sees my eyes widen. âDonât worry, we both know you can handle it.â My response is cut short as I feel his thickness enter me inch by inch, devastatingly slowly, as he allows me to adjust to his size.Â
Iâm moaning at the fullness I feel. A rush of wetness caused by the amazing sensation of his dick inside me making it easier for him to slide even deeper. He finally reaches as deep as he can and I open my eyes to see heâs right above me. He lowers his face to mine and gives me a soft kiss before asking if Iâm alright. I nod, too stunned and hungry to answer. He starts to grind slowly before increasing his momentum. I grab his biceps as he starts to pump in and out of my pussy. His deep low moans becoming guttural every passing second.Â
I vaguely hear him praise my body for taking him so well. âItâs like my dick knows youâre the only one that can make me feel this goodâ he says. I smile, remembering that night long ago when he said I ruined him for all other pussies. His praise has me clenching to which makes him moan even harder, whispering my name right at my ear asking me to do that again. I comply, loving the feeling of making him feel like putty in my arms. I kiss his neck, sucking at the nape. My long nails scratch at his back, gently but hard enough to leave faint marks on his body. He brings one arm under my back and pulls me up with him in a sitting position. My hands are in his hair again, pulling at the nape as I make love to his mouth with my lips and tongue all the while grinding down on him, loving the way my clit feels as it rubs along his hardened dick. His hands are on my hips, guiding my movements.Â
âFuck baby, Iâve missed youâ, he moans. I donât answer, knowing if I open my mouth to say anything other than a moan, Iâll reveal too much.Â
He pushes me down against the bed, increasing his movements, like if he knew just how ready I am to feel another orgasm caused by him. My hands are on my breasts, squeezing the flesh and pinching my nipples adding to the range of sensations Iâm being bombarded by. His movements become a bit erratic, telling me that he enjoys seeing me play with myself.Â
âFuck, baby, Iâm almost right there. You with me?â He asks mid moan. His voice is husky, deep...sounds like my sweetest dream but worst nightmare.Â
I bite my lip as I release a moan at the feel of his thick silver ring on his finger against my clit makes me feel. I open my eyes to see him standing above me. His long now covering his eyes due to the sweat. Heavy lidded eyes full of lust as they watch how my boobs bounce with every pump of his dick. His broad chest out on display, pecs and arms flexing with every movement. His right arm covered in black ink holds my leg tightly against him. I make a mental note to lick every tattoo later as I hear him tell me the stories behind this new art added on his body.Â
My pussy clenches and throbs. He smiles at that, knowing Iâm about to orgasm at the same time as him.Â
He rubs my clit faster as he pumps his dick in and out a few more times before weâre both screaming each other's names as we reach climax together.Â
He falls on top of me and stays there for a few seconds. I caress his hair, loving his weight on top of me. Thereâs a comfort I get from feeling his warmth covering every inch of my naked body. He moves to lay next to me, laying one arm against my stomach to softly caress my hip. He kisses his way up my shoulder to the base of my ear.
âStay with me tonight.â He whispers. I halt my gentle caress against his hair as I bite my lip and close my easy sin hesitation. This canât go any further than tonight.
âJungkook-â He shushes me with a kiss.Â
âJust for tonight.â He whispers. My resolve is quickly dissipated when I see his big brown doe eyes look at me with such adoration.Â
âJust for tonight.â I say and Iâm rewarded with his bunny smile that Iâve missed so much. He kisses me playfully and I laugh which is quickly hushed by the feel of his tongue against my own.Â
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