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yootaesowlwrites · 7 months

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Are You Growling? - New / Choi Chanhee

A/N: This is just my personal thought here, but I while writing this, I couldn’t stop imagining him as a whiny and vocal person when you’re making him feel good. again, just my personal thought here.

W/C: 3.3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Are you growling?” + “Which do you prefer, fingers/hand or mouth?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, use of camera, handjob, blowjob, licking, marking, whiny!Chanhee, biting/nipping, spitting, teasing, nudism, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Chanhee held his camera in his hand as he looks through the photos he had just taken, while you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through movie titles on Netflix to try and find something to your liking, you could hear Chanhee taking some pictures of you. You bite the inside of your cheeks as an idea pops into your mind, you turn the television off and place the remote down and turn your attention to your boyfriend, if the television wasn’t going to entertain you, then you will entertain yourself, and your boyfriend.

“Chanhee… I have an idea,” You say. He lowers his camera and looks at you, you stand from your spot on the couch and make your way to him, he could see a seductive smirk on your lips as you approach him and an extra sway in your hips. “Since you like taking pictures, I have the perfect shot for you to take, that is, if you’re up for it?” He nods his head, swallowing.

“Ye-yes,” He stutters out, already having some kind of an idea what kind of shot you had in mind. You smile and stop in front of him, your hand brushes over his cheek before your fingers comb through his hair, pushing it back only for them to fall over his eyes.

“Perfect…” You say before lowering down to your knees and looking up at him, you watch his eyes widen and grab onto his belt, you slowly undo it and pull it from the loops before tossing it aside, you unzip the zipper next and slowly pull his jeans down. “Babe… can you please take your shirt off for me?” You bat your lashes as you ask him with the most innocent expression you could muster, he quickly nods his head and within moments his shirt landed on the floor. “Perfect, you’re going to want to this in your photo,” You move closer to him, and he lifts the camera to his face, you press your tongue against his abdomen and lick a thick slow stripe upwards towards his belly button. The camera shutters as he takes the pictures, your eyes staring up at him as you sinfully lick up his stomach as your hands held onto his hips, you hear another picture being taken as you slide your tongue down, stopping when you reach his underwear.

“I…” He breathes out, you smile and slide one hand from his hip to the front of his boxers and slowly rub your hand along his soft length. “Y-Y/n…” Your teeth graze his skin as you take the fabric of his underwear between them and tug on it, you release it, letting it snap back against his skin. “Oh!” The sound was between a gasp and moan, and it sounded so damn delicious. “Y-Y/n, baby…” You press your tongue against his stomach and lick a stripe towards his hips before nipping on his skin. “Fu-fuck…”

“Whine for me, Chanhee…” You say, you could feel his cock slowly growing hard underneath your touch as you palmed him through his underwear. “I want to hear you whine for me, baby,” You could see his cheeks becoming flushed at your words. Your tongue glides back to his stomach, and you begin sucking on his lower abdomen, among to leave a dark bruise behind.

“Yyy/nnn…” He whines out, you smirk against his skin as you hear him whine your name, your teeth graze against his skin before you pull away and move your lips just above the mark you had just created and begin sucking another one. “Yyyy/nnn, babbyyy,” You on the hand lightly scratch at his sides as you slide your hand lower. “Hmmpf, fuuuck,” Your fingers hook into the elastic of his underwear, and you drag it down, slowly freeing his cock and exposing him to you. You move your lisp to a higher spot on his stomach and begin sucking in a third mark. “Y/n, fuuuuck, babbbbyyy…” His underwear drops to the floor on top of his jeans that were still pooled around his ankles.

You pull away from his stomach and look at the three marks you had just sucked into his skin, the last one wasn’t as dark as the previous two, but it would have to do for now, if you wanted to later, you would make it darker. You sit back on your knees and rest both your hands on top of your thighs and lift your head to look up at him.

“Which do you prefer, my hand or my mouth?” You ask. You hear him take in a shuddering breath, the grip he had on his camera was tight, or it seemed like it was with how white his knuckles were turning.

“B-both,” He stutters out, you smirk, feeling satisfied with his answer. You lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his pubic bone, while your hands are pressed against his thighs. You look up at him, and he could see your smirk appearing on your lips for a split second before your teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of his pubic bone. “Yy/nnn…” Fuck, his whines just sounded so fucking good, it was making you grow wet just hearing them. You rub your hands up and down his thighs, making sure to touch everywhere except his cock. “Hmm…” You move your head to his thigh and place a kiss on top of it while you slipped your hand to the inside of it.

“Are you getting this, Chanhee?” You ask in a soft tone, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Does it feel good, Chanhee?” You watch him struggle to snap the picture before biting your lip and sliding your hand a little higher, watching as he sucks in a deep breath with your fingers brushed against his balls. “How are you going to take the main picture if you’re struggling so much now, baby?” You slide your hand away from his balls. “Why don’t you try leaning against the wall for some support, maybe that will help?” The wall wasn’t too far from where he stood, he steps out of his jeans and underwear as he takes quick steps backwards, you push his pants away before moving closer to him. “Better?” You place your hands on top of his thighs.

“Y-yes,” He stutters out. You nod your head and admire him for a moment, his cheeks were flushed, and his ears were red, seeing him in this flushed state was absolutely heavenly for you, it was all because of you and for you.

“From the angle I am, I would love to take a picture of you,” You say. “And save it as my lock screen,” You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “And be reminded of this moment,” He licks his lips as you lean closer. “But I’m too eager now to make you feel good to go and grab my phone, so maybe next time,” Your eyes drop, and you saw his cock was semi-hard now, and pre-cum was just starting to form at his slit. Your hand slides between his thighs before you cup his balls, making him gasp at the sudden contact.

“Oh, my fucking…” He mutters. His lids flutter as he tries to get his mind to settle for just a moment. “Y/n, Fuck…” You hear him snap a picture, and you were almost certain by the end of this little photo shoot, the last few pictures would be out of focus. Your fingers knead into his balls, making sure to watch his reaction to see what he liked the most, your fingers lightly scratch at it, and you watch as he shivers at the touch. You bring your other hand to your mouth and gather saliva in your mouth before spitting in your hand and wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. “OH, my fucking…” His hips slightly buck as your wet hand makes contact with his warm cock.

“Chanhee… seeing you like this, it has me so wet right now,” You say as you look up at his face for a moment, his lips part, and you hear him gasp. “I should show you,” You pull your hand away from his balls, and he watches you intently as you slip your hand past the waistband of your pants and cup yourself. “Ohhh… it’s so slick,” You slide your fingers through your folds, gathering your juices onto them before you pull your hand from your pants and lift it into the air to show him.

“Fuck, Y/n, fuck, you… I…” He stutters out, his pupils dilating as he watches your fingers glisten in the light. His cock twitches as it grows harder and more pre-cum oozes from the slit. You slide your hand along his length, spreading your saliva over him before swiping your thumb over the head of his cock and dragging your hand back to the base of it.

“See how wet you have me, baby,” You say before you move your hand back between his legs and cup his balls, you watch him bite his lower lip as he feels your arousal make contact with his balls, fuck, his mind was spinning at how hot it was and at how hot the room suddenly felt. “Are you ready for this shot, Chanhee?” You lean closer, and he watches carefully, hoping that the shot was in focus.

“Ohhh,” He moans as he feels your lips touch the tip of his cock, a shuttering sound goes through the air, and you slip your tongue out to press against the underside of his cock, another picture was taken, and you could hear his breathing picking up. You slide your tongue along the underside, feeling the prominent vein there as you do. “Oh, fuck, fuck, I…” You twist your hand around his cock before sliding it along his length, pausing once it touched your tongue. You slide your hand back to the base of his cock and circle your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness from his pre-cum.

“You’re so big, Chanhee…” You whisper as his cock stands fully erect in your grip. “I almost want you inside me now…” You watch sweat build up on his skin, you weren’t sure how long he was going to be able to hold his camera. “But…” You trail off before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking on it, his lids flutter, and you hear another picture being taken. “Hmm…”

“Fuck, Y/n… fuuuuckkk,” He whines out. You take him more in your mouth and hear another picture being taken as your mouth becomes stuffed with his cock. “Fuuuucccckkk,” His whines were getting louder, and you knew he was enjoying this. You twist your hand around the base of his cock while your other hand kneads into his balls, adding to the sensation he was experiencing. You take him deeper into your mouth, feeling the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, you pause once you hear a different noise coming from him and stare up at him. “Ughm, gahh,” Your pussy twitches at how rough they sounded, they kind of sounded like… You quickly pull away from his cock, strings of saliva breaking off as you do.

“Are you growling?” You ask. His eyes widen at your question before slowly nodding his head. “Fuck… I thought your whines were hot, but you growling… fuck, Chanhee…” You wrap your lips around the head of his cock once more and press the tip of your tongue against his slit, another growl falls from his lips, fuck… It was making you even wetter just hearing the growling sound rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you, babbbyyy,” He half whines and half growls out, his free hand coming to the back of your head and twisting into your locks before pulling you off from his cock, he quickly places the camera on the closest table before pushing you down onto your back making you release your hold on his balls and cock as he moves down to the floor as well. His hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, and you quickly help get rid of it for him, his hands then quickly move to the elastic of your pants and panties, and he tries to tug it down, only for his grip to slip.

“You’re so eager,” You say and take hold of your waistband before pushing your pants and panties down, he quickly grabs it halfway and tugs it down further before getting rid of it, you sit upright and grab his shoulders and push him down to the ground before straddling his waist. “Let me do it,” You place one hand on his chest while your other hand moves between your legs to take hold of his cock that was poking against your pussy.

“Fuuuckk,” He grunts as your hand wraps around his cock, you drag him through your folds and push the head of his cock into you, you release his cock and place your hand next to your other hand on his chest and slowly sink onto him.

“Ohhh, uhm, fuck, Chanhee…” You moan. You tilt your head back as your jaw slacks, Chanhee watches your reaction as he fights to keep his eyes open as your wall stretches around his cock.

“Yyy/nnn…” He whines, his mind spinning at the sensational feeling going through his body. He grabs onto your hips and holds onto you when you stop once his cock was completely inside you. “Fuck…” You lift your head to look down at him, and he swore he could blow right then and there.

“I’m about to…” You say and slowly lift your hips, his cock slides out of you with a loud squelch, his grip on you tightens afraid his cock would slip out from you completely. “Hold me tighter,” And with that you lower yourself down onto him, getting filled by him swiftly again.

“Fuck, baby… shit, that feels…” He groans out, your tits bounce as you bounce on his cock and press your fingers into his chest. “Amazing…” You could feel sweat starting to trickle down your back, and he could see your skin starting to glisten in the light from your sweat.

“Chanhee…” You breathe out. The way his cock was hitting inside you felt so right, it felt like it was rubbing against the right places. “Fuck…” Your fingers curl against his chest, leaving a few red streaks behind on his skin. “Fuck…” Your chest heaves up and down as you breathe quicker. He watches as you push your arms together, pushing your breasts together.

“You…” He moans and bucks his hips upwards, needing to feel more of your pussy, needing to feel your walls clench around him. “Will be the end of me one day…” You smirk as you look at him, he bites his lower lip as he watches your face, sin was written all over it. “FUCK!”

“Are you complaining?” You ask. Your hips rolled faster over his cock as you felt your insides flip, and your muscles tighten, your high was closing in as his cock was hitting all the right spots. “Play with my clit,” One of his hands cups your mound, and you feel his finger press down against your clit. “Fuck…”

“I’m n-not,” He says, sounding breathless. You could see his hair sticking to his forehead and his neck. “Fuck, that feels…” You watch his eyes shut, and his lids twitch, the sight has you lifting and lowering your hips as fast as you could and his finger seemed to follow the fast-paced rhythm.

“Fuck… yes, like that,” You moan and shut your own eyes as you feel a tingling shiver go up your spine, your toes curl, and you feel your legs slowly becoming tingling. “Fuck… yes, Chanhee…” You lick your lips before letting out a breathy moan. The sound of your wetness squelching filled the air, and the sound of your mixed moans bounced off the walls. “Ch-Chanhee…” You could see stars starting to appear behind your lids and slid your hand down his chest and stomach, leaving long red scratch marks behind on his skin, and placed your hand on top of his to press his finger harder against your clit. “FUCK!” Your back arches at the same time as his hips buck upwards.

“FUCK, Y/N!” He screams, feeling your walls clamp down tightly around him. His body begins to shake and hot ropes of cum spill into you, while the tension inside you snapped, and you were tossed right into the clouds of your orgasm, your body felt light as you continue to ride him with a slow pace, his finger along with yours continue to rub your clit, easing you through your high while you were easing him through his high.

“Fuck, fuck, Chanhee, fuck, baby, that…” You blubber out, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. “Fuck…” His body slowly stops shaking, and he lowers his hips to the ground, you pull at his hand, pulling his hand away from your clit before you lay down on top of him, breathing hard and trying to gather your thoughts.

“Y/n… Y/n, dammit… I…” He mutters and slides his hand on your waist to your lower back before dragging his fingers up along your spine. “Fuck…” The afterglow feeling begins to settle in as you both lay on the floor, breathing hard and trying to catch your breath. The air surrounding you slowly cool down and nips at your wet skin, you lift your head and rest your chin on his chest and open your eyes. He opens his eyes and looks at you with a content expression on his face.

“How did you like my idea?” You ask with a tired smile on your lips. His fingers pause in the middle of your back, and you feel his hand flatten to gently squeeze you.

“I loved it,” He whispers. “I should go through them now, and see how it all led to this,” You smile and move one of your hands to his jaw to cup the side of his face. “But it can wait until later… can we go and shower now?” You softly chuckle and nod your head, as you laugh you could feel his cock slipping out from you.

“Hmm, we can,” You say and slowly push yourself into a sitting position, you climb off him and stand before grabbing onto the wall, your legs feel like jelly and like they could collapse beneath you at any moment, Chanhee was quick to his feet to hold onto you.

“Maybe a bath would be a better option…” He says before helping you down the hall towards your bathroom. You lean into his hold and glance up at him.

“How are you feeling?” You softly ask. “Are you okay, like any discomfort… pain?” He looks down at you for a moment before guiding you into the bathroom.

“I’m feeling like I’m on cloud nine,” He says. “No pain, no discomfort… just bliss,” You nod your head and sit on top of the toilet seat. “Let me run the bath, and you can tell me if you’re feeling any of those feelings?” You watch as he moves towards the tub.

“None of the above, except bliss… pleasure, satisfaction,” You say, he looks back at you and saw you smiling at him. “All good feelings,” He nods his head and opens the tap, letting the water run into the tub and makes his way back to you, he places his hands on your shoulders and you look up.

“Good, all good is good to hear,” He says and leans down to press a kiss against your lips.

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spicybeefu · 3 months

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What if Pokemon & Animal crossing had a crossover game?!

Made in Blender with old PokemonXAC posts as my reference, mixed with models ripped from New Leaf.

#animal crossing #pokemon #cute #retro #animation #blender #lowpoly #mareep #hiiii im new to tumblr #trying to figure out how i should tag things!#these take a couple days to make its pretty fun ^^ feel free to request dif pokemon /scenarios!

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sparklingchim · 7 months

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you're losing me; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3.2k

rating: 18+

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

warnings: thigh riding, liddol hickey, spittt, groping, dirty talk, name calling, only one spank!!, arguments 🙄, mentions of smoking?, daddy kink, fake sympathy, creampie, little cum play,

summary: jungkook is late from work yet again. but he shows you just how much he missed you.

a/n: this is for us angst girlies 🫂

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Something is not right.

Your nose picks up on the unfamiliar scent on Jungkook as you bury your face into his chest. He squeezes you tightly, big arms embracing you with a warm hug.

“Hi, love,” he softly whispers. Jungkook cradles your head and you melt into his hand. He is bent down to your position on the bed, his loose tie hanging from his neck.

“Missed you.” Your voice gets buried in the kiss Jungkook presses on your lips. You catch his tie and pull him closer.

“I told you not to stay up.” He leans back. Accusatory eyes peering down at you.

Your nose scrunches when he steps away, the pungent waft snaking up your nostrils.

“Did you smoke?”

His round eyes widen at the question, but he denies it with a firm shake of his head. His neatly styled hair doesn’t move – except the short, wispy flyaways on his forehead. Jungkook’s lips pucker the slightest bit. He appears innocent and you believe him if he tells you so.

“I was with Mingyu a lot,” he explains. He places his folded suit jacket on the dresser and begins to loosen the sleeve of his shirt. “You know how he is when he’s stressed.”

You lean against the headboard. “I don’t like the smell.”

“I know.” He starts unbuttoning the front of his shirt. “I’m sorry.” He walks over to his nightstand and exchanges his Rolex for his smart watch. You watch him with knitted eyebrows. “I’m gonna head down to the gym – do a quick workout session.”

“Jungkook it’s late. You just got home from work.” You reach for his arm.

He turns to you, chiselled chest peeking out from underneath his unbuttoned shirt. “It’s fine. I’m not tired.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Then let me watch you work out.”

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “You stay here.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep for me, yeah? I know you have an appointment tomorrow morning.” His knuckles trace the outline of your jawline.

You sigh and draw back.

“Hey – don’t be upset.” He catches your chin with his fingers. “I told you I was gonna work out today.”

A harsh glower settles on your face. “Well, I thought that meant you’d come home earlier.”

“I tried to, love. I really tried.” His worried eyes search for understanding in yours. “I don’t want you upset. I never want you upset.”

He tilts your chin, so you meet his eyes. Jungkook’s gaze is soft. The amount of softness you’d have if you were staring at a delicate, precious thing. He always looks at you like this.

“I only ever want to make you happy. Nothing else.” His eyebrows raise to stress the tender words he whispered into the room. “Just want to make my wife happy.”

Warmth spreads in your chest. “I know that,” you answer meekly.

Deep down, there’s an overwhelming desire to pour your heart out to him, to express the multitude of things that have been gnawing at your soul, each one a sharp thorn in your side, leaving you utterly upset. But considering how late it is you don’t think it’s the right moment to unleash this torrent of pent-up frustration.

You’re both tired from the useless arguments. You don’t want to make this day any more exhausting for him.

“If you want to make me a happy wife then finish off that workout quickly and join me in bed,” you say. “I need cuddles.”

His eyes crease before a gentle smile sweeps over his mouth. “Good night, love.” He catches your lips in a swift, tender good-night-kiss. “You should shut that thing off. It’s too late for that.” Jungkook regards your iPad with a disgruntling scrunch of his nose. He hates screen time before bed. But you just love drawing on it.

You’d tease Jungkook with it sometimes. Annoy the hell out of him until he’d see no other choice but to put you to sleep his way.

But now Jungkook tucks you under the bed, makes sure to grab his number one enemy when it comes to having you to himself at night and hides in his nightstand.

You watch him slip off his shirt as he crosses the room. You get a glimpse of his broad shoulders and unfairly teeny tiny waist before he leaves the bedroom.

You turn to your side. A tiring sigh flies past your lips.

With two gentle claps of your hands the dim lights in the room shut off.

The spot next to you is empty. Cold.

It’s unsettling how quickly you’ve gotten used to the feeling.

The mattress dips beside you.

“Hmm?” You stir awake, emitting confused murmurs.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook hushes from behind you. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Your head turns in his direction. “Jungkook.” You bury your face into the crook of his neck. He is a magnet, always pulling you in. Even when you are sleepy and can barely force your eyes open.

His fingers find their way to your hair and in slow patterns he strokes over the length of it.

“What time is it?” you mutter the question into his skin.

“Just past midnight.”

“Two hours?” Your peeved grumble prompts him to peck your bare shoulder. “You said quick workout.”

“I didn’t work out the entire week, babe.”

You rest your head on his arm, glaring up at him. “It’s just Wednesday.”

Jungkook shushes you with a firm squeeze on your hips. “I’m here now. Done with everything.”

When you hear him emit a tiny, exhausted blow through his nose – barely audible in the quiet room, but you notice because you notice every little detail about him – your eyes turn worried.

“You okay?”

Jungkook lets the questions linger in the air before he nods firmly, uttering a, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

You tentatively sweep his short hair from his forehead. It’s a little damp from the shower.

“The day was filled with lots of important meetings. It was a lot today.” Before you can place your hand back on his chest, he catches your wrist and adds a small kiss to the back of your hand.

You figured as much. Jungkook barely texted you back today. Needed hours to respond.

“Was at least the food that I ordered for you good?”

“Fuck – don’t remind me.” He bites his bottom lip, pleasure spreading over his face. “The food was incredible. Have you eaten there before?”

A smile curves your lips. “Uh-huh. Went there with Namjoon last week. I didn’t know when you’d have time to have dinner there with me, so I got my favourite from the menu for you.”

Jungkook has been coming late from work for over two weeks now. You barely had cute dates anymore.

“We can go there.” His tatted fingers toy with the hem of your lacy nightgown. “You wanna go there tomorrow? I’ll finish work earlier.”

Your eyes sparkle. “I’d love to.”

Jungkook’s dimple appear at your beaming face. He drags your thigh over his abdomen, the silky fabric of your nightgown riding up the curve of your butt. His palm rests on the exposed skin.

“Why didn’t you blow dry your hair?” you ask. You tug at some damp strands.

“Didn’t want to wake you.” Jungkook cranes his neck down to gently kiss your forehead. “We should sleep now. It’s late.”

Your brows furrow in exaggerated displeasure. “Not yet.”

“What’s wrong, love?” He cups your cheek worriedly.

“Wanna hang out more.”

Jungkook chuckles lightly. “You wanna hang out?”

“You’ve been making me feel really lonely,” you say in a pout.

“Love, fuck.” His hand on the swell of your ass squeezes your flesh. “Don’t say that.”

“You’re barely home.” You get closer to him, if even possible, knee skimming past the front of his grey sweatpants. The pads of his fingers dig into your skin at that motion.

“You really don’t wanna sleep, huh?”

“Nuh-uh.”

You slowly start to grind your hips against him.

“Then let me make up for all the time I’ve been away from my wife.”

You giggle when he draws you on top of him. You straddle his thigh as Jungkook leads your face down to his mouth. It’s an impatient and longing kiss, the type that has your mind bewitched, compelling you into chanting his name in a never-ending rhythm.

Jungkook rids himself of his sweatpants, tossing them to the ground with his feet.

Your hips continue to move on his now bare thighs, moving your kisses to from his lips to his neck. He doesn’t like having marks on his neck, but you can’t help but feel a little selfish when you start sucking on his skin. Just merely a second after, Jungkook pulls at your hair.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he questions with a sharp gaze.

“Having fun?” Your desire to leave a little hickey might also stem from media outlets starting to question why Jungkook and you haven’t been spotted together recently, but you’d rather not admit that. You don’t want him to think that you care about public perception, even though Jungkook is very well aware of it all. You just like to pretend it doesn’t affect you.

You just can’t wait for the photos tomorrow when you will show up in a cute outfit with Jungkook holding your hand, a small love bite adorning his neck after not making a public appearance with him for a couple weeks.

He sniffs a laugh. “Just can’t help it, can you?”

“Never.” You bat your eye lashes.

His hands are on your waist, encouraging your slow movements. He bunches the soft material of your baby blue nightgown in his palms, staring at your clothed pussy.

“I can feel how wet you are for me.” His eyes move with the motions of your hips, a gentle smirk capturing his lips. “What’s gotten you so worked up, babe?” He flexes his thigh, coaxing a gasp from you.

“You.” You’re already a little breathless, his heartbreakingly handsome face fuelling the deep desire of needing more.

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Have I not been taking care of my love? Hm?” Jungkook asks you in mock sympathy.

You nod, pressing your palms against his ripped chest while your hips grind a bit rougher on his thigh.

“I’m sorry.” He traces your bottom lip, gentleness coating his words. He pops his finger into your mouth, making you suck on it. You swirl your tongue around it until he withdraws his finger, sneaking it in your panties and pressing it against your sensitive clit.

A whine flies past your lips at his touch, moving even faster.

“You’re gonna cum for me like this?” He starts circling the pad of his thumb on your clit.

Arching your back, you lean in for a kiss, uttering little moans of his name against his lips. You can feel the smug smirk on his mouth, can feel his possessiveness in the way he squeezes your ass and hear it in the loud smack that echoes through the room after his palm collided with your butt.

When you feel the pleasure exploding within you, you bury your face into Jungkook’s neck. Your body trembles. Jungkook tilts his head and gingerly pecks your temple, hands skimming over your back.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Jungkook puts you on your back, tugging off your panties and carelessly throws them away. He does the same to his pair of black briefs.

You watch him spit on his dick and stroke his hard cock while you get comfy on the pillows. Jungkook rubs his tip over your soaked pussy, leisurely pressing his dick inside when his head is against your entrance.

“Fuck, I missed your pussy.” He wraps your legs around his waist, staring at how your pussy takes his entire length.

As he moves his cock, his hand raises to your head to tame your chaotic hair. You pucker your lips a little and he instantly answers your silent request with a smooth press of his mouth against yours.

“Want your vibrator?” he asks.

“Too sensitive.” Your nails graze his back, your feet keeping him close to you.

Jungkook pushes your silky nightgown past your tummy and over your tits. He loves watching them bounce as he thrusts his cock into your pussy. He gropes them, toying a little with your nipple as he swipes his spit over your nub. His eyes are practically glued to the supple swells on your chest.

Until he finds something prettier than your tits. Your face.

He wears a boyish smile on his face when you meet his gaze. You bite your lip, pleasure and giddiness swirling through you.

“Taking my cock so well,” he praises. “Such a good slut for daddy.”

You gulp, teeth sinking further into your lip.

He lowers his head, pulling your earlobe between his lips before he whispers, “Right? You love being a good slut for daddy.”

Chills spreads over your neck and you manage a meek nod as loud whines escape your throat.

“Use your big girl words,” Jungkook demands. “Tell me whose girl you are. You can do that, can’t you?” His voice turns sweet again, though the taunting glint remains in his eyes. Your pussy foolishly clenches.

“I’m daddy’s girl,” you utter with bright eyes.

Jungkook flashes you his dimples. Excitement spreads in your tummy at his approval.

“Open,” he instructs and you part your mouth. He drops a tiny bead of saliva in your mouth. With one hand around your throat, he feels you swallowing it. “Good girl.”

He pushes the back of your thighs towards your body, picking up on his speed.

“Jungkook,” you moan weakly.

“Gonna fill this pussy with my cum.”

He pounds you faster, harder, filling the room with filthy sounds.

“I’m close,” you mumble, fingers clawing at the bed.

“Cum with me,” he rasps.

Jungkook grunts your name and you feel yourself topple over the edge as his tip kisses the sweet spot inside you, repeatedly hitting it until your hands fly up to his shoulders and nails dig into his skin.

His hips still, painting your pussy white. Jungkook plants slow kisses on your collarbone, trying to catch his breath.

When he pulls out, his cum follows, but he pushes your mixed juices back inside. You moan lightly, tapping your feet against his back to tell him to get you something to clean you up.

But Jungkook remains on top of you just a little longer. “You did so good,” he whispers. He catches your left hand and pecks the ring that adorns your finger. “I love you.”

“Love you,” you mutter back, a tiny, exhausted smile curving your mouth.

“Forever.” With a doting kiss he conceals the promise he has been making to you for four years.

Getting off the bed, he puts on his briefs and disappears into the bathroom to fetch a warm cloth. When he returns to clean you up, he is gentle with you, peppering kisses on your tummy and thighs and flashing cute smiles your way as he does it.

With his sweatpants and now dirty cloth he walks back into the bathroom.

“Have you thought about costumes for the Halloween party?” you ask him.

“Halloween party?” His voice ricochets through the bathroom.

“Chanyeol’s Halloween party,” you remind him as he saunters back into the bedroom. The grey sweatpants hang dangerously low on his hips. “Wanna go through my Pinterest board? I collected some cute ideas.”

He grabs white lacy panties from the dresser. “It’s in two weeks?” Jungkook helps you slip on the new panties, ducking down to press a light peck on the little bow sitting on the centre of it. “I’ll see if I can find the time.”

You look at him puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook rakes his hand through his messy hair. “You know I’m extremely busy at the moment.”

“But we always go to Chanyeol’s party.” You reach for his hand, tugging him closer to the bed. Disappointment pulls your lips into a pout.

Chanyeol’s Halloween party is always big, extravagant and ridiculously dramatic, but that is exactly what makes it fun. You love extravagance. Love dressing up.

Jungkook’s finger brusher over your dainty ring. “You can still go. You don’t need me to go with you.”

You drop his hand with a frustrated huff. It’s not the response you wanted to hear. “Missing out on Jimin’s birthday last week wasn’t enough?” you ask disdainfully. A bit mean. You don’t care.

“I’m not doing it purposefully.” He levels you with reproving eyes. “I wish I could’ve come.”

You tuck your feet back underneath the blanket, pulling it up to your lap. “Just squeeze in a little time for the party.” You almost add a “please?”, but you’re feeling terribly annoyed; the kind that makes you unconsciously clench your jaw and pull your brows so tightly, they practically touch.

“I’m not going to schedule around a silly Halloween party, ___.” His tone drips with irritation.

“Fine,” you reply, scooching back on the bed. “Don’t know why I even bothered.”

“Love.” It’s a futile attempt at taming the sudden raging anger that crawled up your neck.

“You’ve been doing this constantly, Jungkook.”

He still stands in front of the bed. Tongue poking his cheek as he debates his next words. He swipes his hand over his face, sighing into his palm.

“You don’t understand,” he grumbles annoyed.

“I know you don’t.”

Jungkook scoffs at your reply – even wears a crooked, ridiculing smile. An angry flush appears on his cheeks.

“Let’s not do this before bed,” he suggests. Tiredness is written all over him.

We’re already in the middle of it. But you keep that to yourself. You don’t have the energy for a bigger fight. He’s drained it from you from all the fights the nights before this.

“I don’t care anymore,” you say. “Shouldn’t have asked you anyway.”

Jungkook turns off the little lamp on his bedside table before he gets into bed. You turn your back to him.

Your heart is heavy with confusing emotions as you lie there in silence. You almost feel your eyes well up with tears, but you blink them away as soon as you feel them.

“Want me to accompany you to your appointment?” Jungkook asks suddenly.

“No.” Yes.

“I’ll start work a little later.” Jungkook’s hand sweeps across your tense shoulders. You must’ve unintentionally stiffened at the mention of your gynaecologist appointment. “I know you’re a little anxious.”

As sleep gradually embraces you a little later, you try to pull back every time invisible strings tug you closer towards Jungkook. You don’t want to sleep in his arms this night, but your heart stubbornly ignores what your mind wants.

Your silent resistance eventually ends, surrendering to the inevitability of your limbs becoming entwined with his. Your cheek is pressed against his chest and his nose is buried in your hair while the soft cadence of his heartbeat finally lulls you into a deep slumber.

This is just the way Jungkook and you function.

Yet, despite your efforts, small seeds of doubt continue to sprout up in your mind, making you question just how much longer you can tolerate this.

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intoxicating.

premise. your boyfriend dumps you and says he doesn't love you anymore. of course, being the petty bitch that you are, you have to prove that you don't need him in your life either. and of course, intense emotions often lead to rash decisions, so you go to a bar in hopes of finding a new man.

somehow, even when all you've managed to do is scowl at anyone who approaches you and mope at the bar counter, you still manage to get one.

Wriothesley has dealt with his fair share of unruly drunks before, but they were something more along the lines of aggressive and sloppy, not depressed and sappy.

He finds that he'd rather manhandle angry alcoholics than a person who makes a slobbering mess all over his shirt, clinging to his arm and sobbing to his sleeve. Your body starts to sway even when he supports your weight, your footsteps unstable as your attempt to walk in a straight line fails entirely.

Okay, so maybe you are sloppy after all.

Wriothesley sighs and tightens his grip on your shoulders. There's no point in losing his patience with a drunk person. He didn't even mean to pick you up, it's just that as a police officer, his sense of responsibility makes him want to fix a troublesome situation whenever he sees one. Even when he isn't on duty, he often leads disruptive drunks out of bars and restaurants, forces them out when he has to, and is always on the receiving end of owners' gratitude.

However, he has no experience dealing with drunks that just got dumped by their boyfriend and chugged away the sorrow with alcohol. You know, like the one dragging their feet as he drags their inebriated body away.

At first, he thought you were hitting on him when he felt your head lean on his shoulder in the bar. It's a common strategy, one that he's dealt with enough times to know when someone is just pretending to be drunk and trying to get his attention. He was still thinking of what to say when tears actually rolled down your cheeks and you started retelling your life story that he never asked to hear about.

Wriothesley isn't actually trying to listen, but he still gets the gist of it. It would be hard not to when you're still prattling on about it beside his ear as we speak.

“He said...” You hiccup, warm liquid seeping into his shirt as you sob into his arm. He hopes that's from your tears and not your snot. “He said he doesn't feel anything for me anymore...”

So you glammed up for tonight and tried to have fun at a bar so you could prove to yourself you didn't need him in the same way he didn't need you. He can already recite the story perfectly from the amount of times you told him. Your plan is irrational at best, and he doesn't see himself doing the same if he were ever to be in the same situation, but he can't berate you for it. Not when you looked so miserable and hopeless to the extent he didn't think it would be safe to leave you alone back at the bar.

“You can't force yourself to be happy,” Wriothesley grumbles, finally giving up on carrying you by the shoulder and instead hoists you up on his back to give you a piggyback ride. Your shoes slip off your feet, so he sighs as he crouches down to pick them up. “At times like this, you should find other ways to feel better.”

Your body jolts against him as you hiccup once again. “Like what?”

“Dunno.” He shrugs, and he can feel you gradually getting used to being carried. It takes only a bit more for you to melt against his body, your chin snugly tucked in the juncture between his neck and shoulder. “Watch movies at home in your pajamas, I guess. Treat yourself to good food. Go on a trip. You look like the type to enjoy that. Much safer than getting involved with guys when you're still emotionally unavailable.”

You sniffle. “Romance movies only remind me of him. Eating at restaurants will make me remember the dates we've gone to. And going on trips will make me wish he's there with me.”

Why do they have an argument for each point I make? And I never said anything about the movie having to be romance. “Well, you still have to go through that,” he gives up on making you think otherwise. “But one day, you'll feel a little better about it. Maybe you'll want to start dating again when you watch that romance movie, or you'll want someone else to eat with on that restaurant you once went to. And when you're on a trip, maybe you'll even think you want somebody special to go with you.”

You go quiet. For a moment, he thinks you've fallen asleep. But then your head slowly rises from his shoulder, dazed eyes peeking at him unsurely. “You really think so?”

“It won't be easy,” Wriothesley says, because nothing ever is. “But you want to say you don't love him anymore, right?” He glances at you, at the dry tear streaks on your cheeks, at what glitter remains around your eyes from all the times you've rubbed away your tears.

For the first time that night, he sees you smile. “Yeah... I want to say it without feeling hurt anymore.”

He turns away, and he feels himself smiling without meaning to. “That's good.”

“...So do you like watching romance movies? Or eating [hometown] cuisine?”

“...No?”

“Then I'll settle for a movie you like. And I can make good food from anywhere.”

“...Are you hitting on me? Using my advice?”

“Is it working?”

Wriothesley laughs, looking at the person he's carrying on his back, who he is escorting to his apartment because you lost your keys and your roommate won't be back until tomorrow, whom he wrapped his leather jacket around because he felt you shivering against him, and who caught his eye the very moment he entered the bar.

“That's not a no.” He knows you're pouting even when he isn't looking anymore.

“Yeah,” he agrees with you, almost indulgently. “It isn't.”

When you wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom, dressed down to your undergarments and a t-shirt you definitely do not own, and with hardly any recollection of events from the past night, you think you've made a terrible, terrible mistake.

But then you spot the hangover medicine on the bedside table, your alcohol-spilled clothes drying in the laundry room, and possibly the most gorgeous man you've ever seen cooking breakfast in the kitchen, so whatever you did last night couldn't really be that bad.

“Oh, you're awake,” he says once he notices you standing in the middle of the room, completely awestruck. You don't even know what you should be staring at; his chiseled face, his strong arms, his tight tank top that faintly traces his muscled torso, the gray sweatpants that-

Okay. You are not going to look anywhere below his waist.

“Yeah,” is all you can manage, simply glad you didn't fuck up that one syllable. You feel like you're on the verge of either saying something really stupid or making really weird strangled noises. You prefer the former, if you can help it.

“Sit.” He pulls one chair from the dining table, gesturing for you to take it. You meekly take your seat, eyes shifting everywhere but his face. “You're rather quiet today,” he muses, taking one glance at your reddening face as he fixes the plates of pancakes in front and across you.

“...How was I yesterday, then?” You ask, though you don't actually want to hear the answer.

The man hums in thought, taking his sweet time while pouring coffee over two mugs. “Troublesome,” he decides to say. “You nearly puked over my rug, after all.”

You sputter, making all kinds of apologies and promises of compensation when all of a sudden, he laughs. “Nah, I'm kidding. But this means you don't remember anything at all, right?” He sits across from you, sliding the mug to your hand.

“No...” You take a sip, but you barely register how it tastes. “I remember ordering a lot of drinks, but that's pretty much it.”

“That's a shame.” He sighs, leaning back on his chair as he sips coffee. “I suppose that means our dinner plans are void, then.”

“Absolutely not!” The words come out of your lips before your brain-to-mouth filter processes it fully, your hand slamming down the mug on the table in protest. “Uh... that is... if you're available whenever...” You get a hold of yourself and feel your cheeks burning in shame.

He doesn't try to hide the amused smirk on his face. “Sure. I'll be looking forward to your hometown cooking, then.”

Just what on earth did you do last night...?

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