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'These apps are the enemy. They're thoughtless, joyless, and our friends are powerless aginst them."
Leverage Redemption S03E06 The Swipe Right Job.
want possessive sex. not the type where you're trying to put me in my place, but rather the reassuring kind. telling me i'm yours in a sweet tone that blurs to condescending when you see how easily i fall apart from your words. your hand barley putting pressure around my throat while you promise i'm the only one you need. eyes rolling back while i squeeze around you and pant out desperate begs against your mouth to never stop, needing you to keep going. digging my nails into your arms, stabilizing myself on my grasp and from the thought of never letting you go. losing all coherence when you start praising me in my ear, moaning how perfect i feel, how pathetic my whines are when you call me yours. and as soon as my begs start spilling for permission to cum, you tell me to say it out loud. to say i'm yours, over and over despite my words blending together with broken moans, raspy whines, and shaky sobs. fucking me as if our lives depended on it and making sure that when i cum, i know im yours. only yours.
if it doesn't work out i can always do nothing in my room forever
when did you get hot? | jjk | teaser
Jungkook fiddles with his fingers on the counter, unsure where to put them. It's the only glimpse of high school Jungkook you’ve seen in days. His hand hovers near your thigh, then his jeans pocket, then back to the counter. For all his cockiness over text and possessiveness in person, still lies a man who’s intimidated by the thought of truly having you.
The soju in your body hums through your veins, making everything feel hazy and like a really good idea. Liquid courage, Yunjin calls it. Liquid stupidity, sounds more precise.
But right now… you’re thinking liquid courage might be onto something.
Because he’s standing so close you can smell his cologne, something that smells like grapefruit and lemon. Because he angled his body to block out the rest of the bar like you’re the only person here. Because his hand is right there, inches from you, and looks like he wants to touch you so badly it’s causing him physical pain.
And you’re tipsy enough to think: yeah, liquid courage is real.
Before the sober, anxious part of your brain can intervene with a thousand reasons why this is a horrible idea, you reach out. Your fingers wrap around his wrist, and his eyes snap to yours, surprise written across his features.
You don’t utter a word, just simply guide his hand until his palm settles at the small of your back. Every place where his skin connects with yours seems to tingle.
“Is this okay?” he asks, voice low and chest rumbling with the sound. Again, his mouth is right by your ear, and you can’t think, can’t breathe, can't hear anything but him.
“Would I have moved it there if it wasn’t?”
His thumb strokes once against your side. “Just making sure.”
“I’m tipsy, not drunk,” you clarify, only because you need him to know this is a choice. This is something you tried to talk yourself out of over and over again, but you want this. Liquid courage is making you brave enough to admit out loud what you only ever thought to yourself sober. “I know what I’m doing.”
“And what are you doing?” His breath hits your cheek, the side of your mouth, and it’s laced with peppermint and whiskey, and you’re dizzy with need.
“Giving you the green light,” you say, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes are hooded, trained on your lips that are coated in shiny gloss. “That okay with you?”
His hand tightens on your waist, pulling you incrementally closer. He doesn’t need to say anything.
“Very okay,” he murmurs into your hair.
The bartender returns with your drinks, but Jungkook doesn’t move his hand. He takes your dirty shirley with his free hand, passing it off to you. His grip becomes more secure, more selfish, like now that you’ve given him permission, he’s never planning on letting go.
Good, you think. You don’t want him to.
rating: M for mature. contains explicit smut and alcohol consumption.
estimated word count: 20-23k.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| when did you get hot? by sabrina carpenter
release date: december 7th, 5PM EST
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