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Yes, Chef (Chef!Seokjin x Waitress! Y/N)

Description-

You work as a waitress in a crummy restaurant in the middle of hick-ville. One day, a handsome new chef comes in and changes the scenery. Chef Jin is hot and talented and you immediately fall head over heels for him. Despite his good looks, the two of you don't get along. There is never a moment where the two of you don't fight. One night after you clock out, your grabbed, and end up in the back room... pressed against Jin's hot body? Will your fantasy finally become reality?

Pairing- Chef!Seokjin X Waitress!Y/N

Rating- 18+

Word count- 10.3k

Genre- smut, angst, slice of life, romance, fluff, enemies to lovers

Warnings- choking, degradation, teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of force, fingering, heavy clit play, nipple play, overstimulation, begging, marking, scratching, biting, masturbation, squirting, praise, spanking, groping, tummy bulge, swearing, hate sex

Playlist-

Grind me Down (Jawster Remix) by Jawster, Liliana Wilde

Flesh by Simon Curtis

Eager by AK diorr., BM

Go Fuck yourself by Two Feet

Piano by Max Changmin

Note-

Shoutout to my bestie @evie3511 for beta reading and helping with the summary!

Teaser-

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

“You keep fighting with me,” You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasn’t one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.

He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, “I want you so bad,” He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.

Before you could think you were replying, “I want you too,” the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.

You leaned tiredly against the cooler in the kitchen at work, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through your instagram feed. Work had been an absolute nightmare today, though slow there were several tiny rushes throughout the day, and just when you thought you could leave one of the servers called in.

The managers had begged you to stay, citing how you were the best server, and they couldn’t possibly do it without you. After agreeing now all you could do was regret it, even if you might make some extra money it just wasn’t really worth it to you with how tired you were… not to mention dealing with people… ew.

“Y/N!!!” Your close friend, Jessie, could be heard squealing from across the kitchen excitedly, running over and grabbing your arm, “Did you hear the news??”

“What news?” You asked curiously, looking up lazily from your phone and raising your eyebrows.

“There’s a new cook!! He’s upstairs right now apparently!” She exclaimed, eyes shining brightly at the prospect of fresh meat. This was a restaurant after all, the majority of employees were female, any man was sized up by all of the girls as soon as he crossed the threshold. You tried your best not to do that, having given up on the prospect of meeting any good guys here. No matter what there was always a prettier server, or the guy had some fatal flaw, sometimes he didn’t even stay for more than a couple weeks.

“Oh wow,” you said, unenthused, your eyes trailing back to your phone screen, thumb poised to resume scrolling.

“I’ve heard he’s suuuuper hot, and- get this, he’s foreign!” She squealed excitedly, jumping up and down like a child.

“Jessie, come on. Why would a foreigner want to come work here? Who told you he was hot??” You asked, looking back up to indulge your dramatic friend.

“I don't know why, but he’s definitely foreign.. Well he apparently lived in Korea for a couple years.” she said thoughtfully, and then looked back to you to answer the next question, “He was here a couple days ago to get shown around, Elaina told me all about him. I guess she got to talk with him a little bit, she said he’s hot.”

Elaina was the restaurant's biggest slut, always finding new guys to screw. If it didn’t work out with one it wasn’t a problem, there was always another one. It was no surprise she had gotten to talking with the new guy, she would probably hop on his dick as soon as he walked through the d-

Your brain seemed to malfunction as you heard the kitchen door opening and looked up to see one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your entire life walk into the kitchen.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was, the second was his insane body proportions. His shoulders were broad and strong, while his waist was kind of small and tapered. His eyes were chocolatey brown, wide and shining, they had a mischievous glint in them. His skin was incredibly clear and a gorgeous golden brown that you had never seen on any of the boys in this nasty town. It was about ninety-nine percent hick country, so seeing a man like this in person was a dream come true.

His hair was pure black and shining, but he quickly covered it with a chef's hat. He was wearing the regular chefs outfit, black jeans and a loose fitting black chefs coat, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing firm and strong forearms that flexed as he followed one of the other cooks behind the line. He didn’t look nervous in the slightest, in fact he exuded confidence.

“Hey!” Jessie whispered and elbowed you rather hard in the ribs, bringing you back to reality and sending your phone flying out of your hands and onto the floor.

“Seriously!” you exclaimed, trying to act natural as you walked a couple feet to get your phone, glaring at Jessie who was watching you with knowing eyes.

“You were staring so hard dude, your mouth was wide open too!” She giggled and you glanced back at the man who had just come in, grateful he hadn’t seemed to notice you and Jessie just yet.

You shoved her irritably, “Shut up!” you muttered. You turned briskly to walk out of the kitchen, wanting to get away from her teasing and from the handsome man. Your face was getting hot the more you replayed seeing him.

He had plump lips, high cheekbones, a defined nose bridge, strong eyebrows, he was literally perfect.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” one of your coworkers said as you grabbed a cup absently, wanting to drink some water.

“Oh?” you said absently, acting confused by the statement. You scanned the restaurant. There was only one table in the whole place right now, the rest of the crew would be here any moment, and you were looking at a hopefully busy Saturday evening.

You finished filling your cup and began sipping from it thoughtfully, your mind still on that perfect man. What was his name? What was he like? What did he look like under those loose chefs clothes?

“Excuse me,” you heard a soft, unfamiliar voice say behind you.

You looked up and behind you and could barely contain your shock. That perfect man was inches away from you, locking eyes with you. You wanted to look into them forever, but you thankfully had the sense to pull your eyes away, “Ah, sorry.” You apologized quickly, stepping to the side to let him get to the water gun.

“It’s alright, I’m Jin,” he introduced, holding out his large and gorgeous hand to shake. His fingers were long and slender, and his veins stuck out slightly on the backs of his hands, his nails were trimmed and clean too.

You stared at his hand for one second too long, causing him to raise an eyebrow but you raised your comparatively small hand to shake his, watching it disappear within his warm hand.

Wow… his skin was so soft. Was this guy really a cook? His forearms were completely unmarred, no burns whatsoever.

“I-I’m Y/N.” You introduced. Your voice came out squeaky and anxious sounding- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cursed internally. He probably thought you were a baby talking that way.

“Nice to meet you… That’s a pretty name.” He complimented and smiled at you sweetly, making your heart rate pick up. This man was dazzling! You couldn’t help but think it should be illegal to look this good.

“Thanks!” you said, sounding weird even in your own ears, you should get away before you embarrass yourself further, but he was standing right here looking at you, it would be a waste to walk away now.

“Is Jin short for something?” you asked, feeling dumb as the words left your lips.

“My full name is Kim Seokjin, well it’s Seokjin Kim here.” he corrected, “But I go by Jin since it’s easier for everyone,” he chuckled softly at your dumbfounded expression.

“O-oh, that’s cool.” you stuttered out, “So… that’s korean?” you questioned. That’s right, you encouraged yourself, keep the ball rolling.

He nodded affirmatively, “I was born there.” he stated.

“Oh that’s cool! Why are you all the way over here, then?” you asked.

“My parents have been out here a couple years now, they’re getting older, figured I should come live around here and take care of them. I saw an ad online for a sous chef position so I figured I would apply.”

“Well… that’s nice of you.. I’m uh- glad you’re here.” you said, and smiled what you hoped was a nice smile, and not too awkward.

He snickered and shook his head, “Well thanks!” he said and started to walk back to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you heard an annoying sing-song voice behind you.

“Hello~~~!! You must be Jin!!”

‘There goes Elaina,’ you thought as her sickly sweet smelling perfume hit your nose as she walked past you. She went up and tapped the large man's shoulder, grinning as she confidently introduced herself.

You sighed and walked away to the counter in the middle of the restaurant, leaning your head dejectedly on your arm. You would give anything to have more time to talk with him… but with all the other girls it would probably be impossible. He certainly wouldn’t pay you much attention once he got a look at all the other damsels that worked here… Even with your lack of hope though, your eyes travelled to your hand where you could still feel the warmth of his wrapped around yours. It couldn’t hurt to dream…

~~~~

The dinner rush was in full swing, you were juggling six tables, the kitchen was backed up with orders, and the restaurant was packed with people, conversations echoing off the walls as the printer at the bar went off almost nonstop. The bartender was cranking out drinks for the servers like crazy.

“Excuse me ma’am, how much longer on my order!” One of your particularly annoying tables called, snapping her fingers at you as you were rushing by with dirty plates to take to the back.

“Not much longer, miss.” you replied hastily and offered an apologetic smile.

“Can you check? Did you even put it in?”

“Of course I can! So sorry, miss!” you said and smiled before turning away, your expression dropping immediately. What did she think you were doing carrying all these dirty plates? Of course you would check if you were going in the kitchen, that was literally just common sense.

You came back into the kitchen, briskly kicking the door open and setting the plates down before striding down to the ticket line where the expo was plating whatever food he could and shouting at the cooks for more fries.

Jin was sauteeing something and the other two cooks were hard at work on the grill, fryers, and salad station. Jin’s expertise was obvious, even in a new environment he was shining.

“Hey how long on this ticket,” you muttered to the expo. You wished you could stare at Jin all night long, but you had customers to please, and besides you had already given up on your fantasies about him. The most your relationship would amount to would be casual friendship, if even that.

Yours was actually second in the line and as the expo looked it over, he realized only one thing was missing and it was actually on Jin’s side.

“Hey Jin, do you have the tostadas coming?” He called.

“Tostadas?” Jin called back, looking up in confusion at the expo, his brow was furrowed and sweat was dripping down his temples. Fuck. How could you focus on anything with him being THAT fine. Some of the other servers had come in to pine over the line and agonize over how hot the new chef was.

Yet even his hotness couldn’t distract as he said, “I don’t have a ticket for that.” and turned around flippantly.

“What do you mean?” The expo called, grabbing the ticket and pushing it across the shelf for Jin, who turned around to take it, looking it over intently.

“I made that already.” he argued, and pushed the ticket back at the expo, again turning away to continue his sautee job. You could feel your blood beginning to boil, and there was the fatal flaw. He might be a good cook, but he had a shitty attitude.

“Well we don’t have it!” You interrupted loudly, “I need tostadas ASAP!”

“Are you the expo?” He asked calmly, cocking an eyebrow at you. Ugh, he was so hot even being as big of a dick as he was being.

‘Don’t get sidetracked, you have a job to do,’ you thought to yourself.

“No, but who cares? Make me my tostadas!”

Jin rolled his eyes and pointedly turned away as the expo finished the first order and called out tiredly, “Jin can you please make me an order for tostadas ASAP?”

“Of course I can,” he said and glared at you before turning back around to continue.

“Glad to know we have another asshole cook on the team!” You called childishly, making the other waitresses gasp. You went back out on the floor without a care to go deal with the rest of your tables, and reassure your woman that her food was in fact coming up. This wasn’t going to be fun.

~~~~

The night had finally slowed to a stop and you were getting ready to leave for the evening, printing your reports and organizing all of your checks at a table. As you were sitting you heard a voice coming from around the wall between the booth and the server station, and paused at the sound of your name.

“She’s always like that, you’re not an asshole.” Elaina was saying, her voice that annoying, honey sweet tone she took with men she was trying to impress.

“I won’t let any servers walk all over me,” Jin was heard saying, sounding nonchalant.

“Oh of course not!! You shouldn’t!! She’s a bitch because she’s jealous. She has always been the le-”

“Sorry, but I’m not here to gossip or talk crap. Thank you for the encouragement though,” Jin could be heard cutting her off, before you heard the door to the kitchen creak open as he walked away from her. You sighed and rolled your eyes, at least Elaina’s plan to use you as a tool to get with him didn’t work.

You were certainly bitchy earlier, that you would admit, but he didn’t help the situation either acting the way he did. You finished doing your report and slid out of the booth tiredly, it didn’t matter, tomorrow was another day…

~~~~

Situations like the one that night seemed to happen all too frequently between you and Jin despite your best efforts. You really didn’t want to fight with him, he was unbearably attractive, smart, a good cook, and his voice was like silk, yet every night seemed to be a new battle.

First it was french fries taking too long, next it was the steak being overcooked, and the next it was an item rang in wrong, it was all trivial but it just seemed to add up. Everyday you saw him it became more and more tense between you two, you hated it, because despite all of that you were crushing on him. Not only was he hot, but he could be incredibly sweet at times. Plus he was so cute, and his jokes were hilarious. He never told them to you, but every time you heard them you couldn’t help but giggle at the stupidity of them.

Your work day was starting off shitty, as was normal. Jin hadn’t said hello to you when you came in, two servers called off, and the restaurant was in shambles when you arrived. Not to mention it was eighty-five degrees outside, you hadn’t slept well, and you had had a large fight with your parents before leaving for work.

It was a dumb fight,just more nagging from them about your life. It seemed like nothing you did was good enough. You were trying your best... At times you just felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. Today you had no energy to fight with Jin, and you certainly weren’t prepared for the dinner rush.

It was the wing bar that night. The crowd came in a tidal wave of people, more than you or any of your coworkers had expected or been prepared for and within the first hour you were so swamped you didn’t know what to do. You simply couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening.

Food, checks, orders, tables, greeting, running, pre-bussing, it was all too much for you, especially with the heat and the tiredness. Food was coming out at a decent rate thankfully, but one table just simply could not be satisfied.

You were feeling worse and worse as the time ticked by, and had no fight left in you to deal with difficult entitled customers, but duty called.

“Ma’am, ma’am come here!” You heard and couldn’t help but sigh at the familiar obnoxious voice. You knew this table would be a problem when they had first complained about the bugs outside, and then returned a drink because it ‘definitely wasn’t made right’, what could it possibly be now?

You turned around hesitantly and put on your best invested, and apologetic smile, their food had been dropped by the runner probably a couple minutes ago now, all mostly wings.

“What can I do for you?” You asked, faking sweetness while inside you were cursing at this nasty woman and her teenagers.

“I don’t know what kind of restaurant this is, but the food and the service here is just unacceptable.”

“I’m… sorry?” You said, unable to hide how taken aback you were. What was she even talking about?

“First of all, this is cold!” she pushed her ribs away in disgust, “These wings are cold, everything is COLD! Second, this place is filthy and obviously not being run properly. Look at you! You can’t seem to get it together for the life of you, and you should take something for all that sweating you’re doing. This has been horrendous!!” She exclaimed again and leaned back with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.

You weren’t sure what to say. Usually, you would offer to have the food remade but it didn’t feel worth it to you. You could feel your eyes growing hot and your hands were balling up, “I’m so sorry. I’ll go get my manager.” You said and walked away briskly, even as she shouted for you to come back. A few of your other tables looked at you sympathetically as you went inside and beelined to the kitchen, feeling frustration as your tears spilled over freely as soon as the door opened.

“M-Miles!” You stuttered out meekly at your manager who was currently helping expo, he immediately looked up hearing your weak voice, eyes widening.

“Y/n, what happened?”

“M-my table is r-really upset right now and I- I think you should go talk to them,” you said, barely managing to get out your words as you felt tiny sobs going through you. You were so tired of everything right now. It was one thing to have a table yell about food, but to also insult you in front of your face was painful and humiliating.

“About what? Which table?” he prodded, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you.

“Table eighty three,” you sniffled, “She said that, that the food was cold and that I was terrible and yeah… just please go out there.”

“Okay, okay, just take a breather, drink some water.” He said and quickly stepped out to go and talk with the furious table.

You groaned and wiped at your face, feeling your embarrassment only growing as Jin came from behind the line with a water bottle, “Come here,” he ordered and placed a hand on the small of your back while handing you the water bottle and leading you to the walk in cooler.

You didn’t even have enough sense to question why he was being nice to you, your head was pounding and you were overly aware of how hot and wet you were. Not to mention you were pretty much sobbing right now, despite your best efforts to hold it together.

“Drink the water,” He said calmly as he opened the cooler and led you inside, the feeling of cold air against your body was an intense relief, it helped you physically, but you were still reeling over everything. Even now you felt like you needed to run and take care of all of the tables you weren’t at right now. The rush was close to done but it was still upon you.

You did as you were told though, breaking the seal and sipping from it. As soon as the cool liquid touched your lips you realized how thirsty you were and drank from it messily, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, hearing the bottle crinkle up as you took in every last drop of it before your hand fell to your side. You used your free hand to wipe at your face, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Better?” Jin asked, leaning against one of the shelves with an almost amused expression.

You had forgotten he was standing there watching you and your eyes flitted away from his face just as soon as they had gone there. You nodded quietly, chewing your lip, trying to calm your racing heart. It was amazing what the cold and water could do for you, you thought.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” he chastised, moving closer and rather suddenly reaching out and cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand. You looked up, dumbfounded. One hand subconsciously came up to touch his arm while your hand holding the water bottle crinkled it loudly. “You’re obviously having a hard time, and you aren’t drinking enough water… no matter how busy it is you come first.”

You nodded quietly, still unsure of what to do about his hand.

“I didn’t bother you today right?” he asked, leaning ever so slightly closer, you could make out the flecks of gold in his brown eyes at this angle, and his skin was flawless.

“N-no,” you squeaked out.

“I notice a lot more than you think I do…” he said, and you bit your lip feeling his hand fall carelessly against your side, fitting against you almost too well. You felt a tingle in your breasts, and just knew that if you were to look now both nipples would be hard and pressing against your bra. You were grateful you wore a padded one today.

“L-like what?”

“I knew you were upset as soon as you walked in.”

“Oh…?”

He brought his thumb gently across your lips, “These pretty lips were frowning, and those eyes barely even looked at me…” he whispered. You could clearly hear your heart pounding in your ears. What was happening right now?

“You were much too quiet… if you ever have any problems I’m always willing to help you out.”

You gasped as he tilted your head up to look into his eyes, “Do you got that?”

You nodded dumbly, biting the inside of your lip as your eyes moved down to his plush lips, appreciating the smoothness of his face. You really wanted to reach up to touch it, maybe it wouldn’t hu-

“Chef!”

The two of you jumped apart and you immediately turned and grabbed your forehead, acting miserable.

“Yes?” He asked. His voice was icy as he turned around to face Elaina, who was standing in the doorway looking slightly confused and frazzled.

“Sorry to interrupt… They need you back on the line. The others can’t keep up.” She said.

He nodded and looked back at you, “You all right?”

You nodded quickly, not feeling confident enough to speak.

“Come out when you’re ready.” He said and walked out, shutting the cooler behind him.

You let out a soft gasp of air that you hadn’t realized you had been holding, your whole body zinging with energy… if he could make you feel this way with such a simple touch, imagine how he could make you feel…

You shook your head quickly, ridding yourself of those thoughts. He was just being nice, that was it. It was never going to happen.

You spent a couple more minutes inside, calming down before you finally stepped out to finish the evening off right.

~~~~

A couple days later, and you were still thinking about that night in the cooler. You replayed it in your head multiple times during the day. Whenever you masturbated you thought heavily of him inside you, of his eyes boring into yours, of his honey sweet voice in your ear whispering your name.

You thought about Jin for at least seventy five percent of your days, even when you were off all you could think of was him.

“Y/N, you have a table at thirty three.”

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at the host before leaving the kitchen to get the table started. It was slow today, besides Jin there was one other cook working. It was supposed to be an easy table- that was until they complained about the menu, and then basically tried to modify something into a completely new thing. You did your best to be polite and said you would ask the chef about accommodating them. You walked in nervously, and called out, “Hey, Jin?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking up from the sandwich he was cutting in half.

You shyly listed off the modifications, and he stared at you with an annoyed expression, cocking an eyebrow as you finished, “Are you actually serious?”

You nodded slowly. His attitude was getting you angry already.

“Well, first of all we don’t have cucumbers, you know that. Second, we don’t have seasoning to blacken a fucking salmon, you also know that. Third, I can’t even respond to the rest because it’s honestly not worth my time. Use your brain,” He said flippantly.

How was he the same person as the one in the cooler that time?

What was his problem?

“Are you done now?” You asked, immediately catching an attitude. Just because he was hot didn’t mean he could talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking up through his gorgeous lashes dangerously.

“Are you done being a dick? I’m just doing my job, which is to satisfy my customers. Your job is to answer my questions, not give me snobby replies and act like a prick.”

“My job is to cook food, not cater to your needs. Quit wasting my time, and go take care of your idiot table.” he ordered.

“Will you make my order?”

“Is it going to have stupid modifications that I can’t fulfill, if so, then no. If you’re going to keep being a bitch then I also won’t be making your order. Quit wasting your time.”

You huffed angrily, and the two of you began going back and forth insulting each other, growing louder and louder until your manager came in to calm the situation and split you guys up. You huffed angrily, cheeks red, and practically ran from the kitchen to ring in your ridiculous and ‘stupid’ order. Now you didn’t care if they couldn’t do it. They would do it.

~~~~~

The rest of the evening after the fight was tense, and you were grateful that when you left Jin was nowhere to be seen. In the end, they had made the order almost perfectly, and the table left happily so you supposed that was all that mattered.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the fight though, you had both said some pretty bad things. You wondered if you guys could ever really get along.

You were walking quietly down the empty employee halls heading to the clock out, it was late since you had got stuck doing extra side work, so everyone had mostly gone home for the night.

You were mid sigh when you felt a large hand clasp over your mouth while a strong arm snaked around your waist and pulled you into one of the side boiler rooms, causing a muffled shriek to leave your lips as the person kicked the door open and you heard a familiar silky voice say, “Shh, behave.”

You froze and blinked, looking around the low lit and frankly dirty room. There were a couple machines running that were always on, running the building, resonating with a persistent hum.

You struggled violently to get out of Jin’s strong grip but he only held tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm, hand firmly over your mouth until you finally gave up with an indignant groan. You knew it was Jin, but that was it. Your stomach was churning with anxiety and anticipation as he held you tightly in his grasp against his hot body. Your head at his chest.

“Are you done?” he whispered coolly against your ear, his tone slightly mocking.

You shuddered and nodded.

“I’m gonna move my hand, if you scream you’ll really be sorry.” he threatened.

Did you have a reason to scream? You wondered.

Sure Jin was being strange, but there was nothing to be worried about… right?

As his hand slid away you quickly asked, “What are you doing?”

He was silent for a while, wrapping his now free arm tightly around you in an iron like bind. Both of his arms were pressing against your chest, and you could feel your heart racing against your rib cage the longer he stood silently holding you.

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

You tilted your head back to allow better access and then felt a zing of new fear go through you.

No. This was bad. This was very bad you needed to get away. You were literally at work, in a back hall where anyone could just walk in… Maybe had you been somewhere else this would be more appropriate?

“Are you insane?” You gasped, suddenly trying to jerk away again, pulling your head away from his lips.

“Are you?” He asked and pushed one of his arms down around your waist, driving your ass back into his center where you could feel his rising excitement. This couldn't be happening. His other hand easily found purchase on your breasts, groping you over your shirt and bra. You moaned out involuntarily at the friction and then bit your lip to try and quiet yourself.

Were you dreaming?

“That’s right you fucking whore… this is what you wanted all along hm?”

“W-what are you talking about?” you panted. It was embarrassing how you felt right now. You wanted to get away, you wanted to get out right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to struggle… your body would never forgive you for wasting this chance.

“Do you like to tease me?” he asked, and the hand that had been on your breast suddenly was wrapping around your throat as he pushed your head up and back against his shoulder, causing you to squeak as his eyes met yours.

Oh fuck.

You tried to shake your head, but you were totally incompacitated with his hand wrapped around you like this. The hand around your waist slithered up and he began quickly undoing the buttons on your uniform.

You weakly began to struggle, suddenly feeling anxiety shoot through you. You had just finished working, what if you were gross? A sick part of you wanted this, craved it, but the rational part of you was screaming at you to get out of there.

His hand eased on your throat only slightly and you gasped for air, causing him to laugh cruelly before he released your throat and turned you around to face him, his eyes were filled with desire and lust. It caught you so off guard you didn’t even have time to react before he was forcing you against the wall.

“I know you want me.” he said softly, strong arms caging you in on either side.

“I- I don’t know what you’re t-”

He cut you off by aggressively pressing his lips against yours, one hand grabbing your chin while the other began kneading your breast again, making you gasp and moan as his warm lips moved against yours. At first you tried to pull away, to stop the kiss, but his mouth felt so soft and his touch felt so good you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed and one hand came up to grab the arm that was raised against your cheek.

A part of you knew this was wrong, and you knew that a normal person would be afraid of this large man, but you weren’t. You were completely overpowered with lust that had been stewing ever since he had walked through those doors.

Who cared if someone walked in? A part of you wished someone would.

Who cared if you weren’t in pristine condition? He clearly didn’t.

His hands found your legs and you let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while your back leaned against the wall. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as well and he smiled down at your shocked expression.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathed as his nimble fingers took up unbuttoning your shirt again.

“M-me too,” you stuttered earnestly, already a desperate and needy mess, especially with the slight pressure of him against your core.

“Really,” he said, his voice lowering and one of his eyebrows cocking up in an enthused expression.

You were about to reply, but his hands were suddenly cupping your bra clad chest, squeezing slightly. You moaned embarrassingly, throwing your head back against the wall as he teased you.

“This is pretty,” He commented, his finger trailing down the outside of your lacy bra.

“Th-thanks,” You stuttered.

“Did you wear it hoping I might see it?” He asked, his hands cupping your breasts again as his dark eyes met yours in the halflight.

You remembered all the times you put on your work outfit you would wonder if Jin would like it. You had wondered if his hands would ever move to unclasp your bra and do all the things you could only fantasize about.

You nodded slightly and he smirked, before his hands were coming behind your back and skillfully unclasping the bra. A part of you wondered how many times he had done this before tonight, but you didn’t really care. He was yours for the night, so what did it matter?

As your bra was loosened he easily slid his hands under it to grope you much easier, his large hands cupping them. You pushed your head against the wall, biting your lip to stifle the moans that were bubbling at your lips. His fingers skillfully found your already hard nipples, running back and forth over them. With each touch of his hand arousal shot through your core.

“J-Jin,” you whimpered as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Yes my dear,” he asked, eyes boring into you.

“W-what if someone sees?” You asked, your breath was coming out faster as he began to play more roughly with your nipples, occasionally groping your chest insistently.

“Hmm… then I guess they’ll know how much of a slut you actually are behind that bitchy exterior,” he said. You huffed as he was suddenly attacking your neck again, trailing to bite your shoulder and collarbone, irritably pushing the fabric of your button up aside.

“F-fuck,” you whispered, shuddering as he began sucking on a spot just below your collarbone, hands still working gracefully on your chest. You could feel the growing wetness of your panties, and you were becoming needy. Unfortunately, Jin had no intentions of rushing the time he had with you, taking his time leaving an array of bruises just below your collarbones, hands still groping your chest.

His mouth finally found yours and as you kissed he helped you get your shirt off the rest of the way, and then gently lowered your feet to the ground to remove your bra as well. You kissed him back feverishly as his hands found your hips, holding them within his massive hand as your mouth opened with his, deepening the already sloppy kiss.

One of his hands went back to your breast, flicking over your nipple and making you squeak against his lips. He chuckled and pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you standing topless before him.

You felt suddenly exposed but you couldn’t think too much as he was suddenly bringing his head down and gripping one of your breasts, guiding his hot mouth to your nipple. You gasped and shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue against you, practically lying against the wall as he worked his magic on you, teasing your body cruelly.

You let out a startled gasp as he suddenly slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing in the dark room. He continued to squeeze and grope your ass while his mouth trailed from one breast to the other before reconnecting feverishly with your mouth. His fingers finally began to work at undoing your jeans and you lifted your arms again to wrap around his neck as you made out, to distract you as his hand wasted no time in dipping into your pants.

You moaned loudly and dropped your head against his shoulder to muffle the sound as his fingers dragged along your wet panties, finding your clit easily and beginning to move his middle finger in slow circles.

“You’re practically dripping,” he teased, and you let out a low whine as his finger continued to rub your sensitive bud through your panties. Your stomach was twisting and turning with anticipation, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you already.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” You gasped as his finger pressed harder against you.

“Someone’s impatient,” He laughed, but made no move to do what you had told him. You reached out boldly and began rubbing over the bulge of his cock in his jeans, moving your own hand in slow circles as he did the same to you.

He didn’t stop you, but he did finally dip his hands beneath your panties, splitting the folds of your dripping cunt with his fingers and making your body shudder hard at the feeling. You kept rubbing his cock, but you were forced to stop as you felt a finger slip into your core, causing you to cry out loudly.

As you pulled back your head he pushed you back against the wall hard and reconnected his lips with yours to quiet you. As he began fingering you, his fingers brushed against your g-spot, drawing out mewls of arousal from your lips. You couldn’t even focus on the kiss, your entire being was focused on his fingers slipping in and out of your core.

You blushed hearing the squelching sounds of your wetness as he began fingering you.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He suggested, and you whined as he pushed your jeans and panties down with ease, as soon as they hit the ground his fingers were dragging back against you, making you shudder and cry out.

“Jin!” you moaned as he suddenly was pushing his fingers inside of you again quickly, wasting no time in beginning to pound in and out of you expertly.

“You’d better quiet down before someone hears you princess,” he whispered darkly, not bothering to slow his pace.

You bit down hard on your lip, your hands reaching out to ground yourself on his shoulders, fingers digging into them as your mouth twisted in pleasure and embarrassment. The sound of your wetness was new even to you. Jin suddenly stopped and you whined out loudly, causing him to laugh softly.

“Sit down over here,” he ordered, and pointed to a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room, probably left there to be thrown away, but instead forgotten.

“W-what if it’s dirty,” you whimpered.

He smiled softly down at you. You had been reduced to nothing more than his toy at this moment, standing naked in front of him, completely at his mercy. You had to say though, you definitely didn’t mind.

He slowly undid his chef’s coat, sliding it off to reveal a tight black tee shirt beneath it and slowly went to the chair, laying it over the bottom of it. In the half light you could see the definition of his muscles and as he turned around you were wrapping your arms around his neck to sloppily kiss him again while his hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back just as hard as your hands glided to his chest.

He was just as muscular as you had expected.

“Take off your shirt,” you gasped.

He chuckled and pulled away, slowly grabbing the edges of it and sliding it over his head, revealing his toned abs and strong shoulders.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, your hands coming to touch his pectoral muscles and running down his body, enjoying the ridges of his abs against your fingertips, stopping at his waist band.

“That’s enough now,” he cooed, “Sit down,” he ordered, pushing you slightly towards the chair.

“But what if-”

“Sit. Down.” His voice took on a more authoritative tone and your stomach twisted.

“O-okay,”

“It’s not okay. It’s, ‘Yes, Chef.’” he ordered.

“Y-yes Chef,” you stuttered, sitting down in the chair slowly.

You bit your lip as Jin dropped to his knees in front of you, looking down at him through anxious eyes. You had no idea what he was planning, or what he wanted.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered and you took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected to be this exposed to him at all. His eyes were boring into you hungrily, and you felt anticipation knotting up your stomach as you slowly spread apart your legs, revealing your wet core to him.

You flinched as he let out a shaking breath, “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, “Such a pretty little whore,”

You looked down at him as you felt his fingers coming up to caress your outer thighs, his fingers trailing over your knees and down your calves. Every touch from his nimble fingers was electric. Yet his hands wouldn’t go near your core, and you were growing desperate.

“T-touch me,” you whimpered.

“Hmm,” he sighed softly, and his fingers went higher up your thighs, “Show me how you want me to touch you,” He breathed and you felt a zing of anxious excitement shoot through you. You had never done something so lewd in front of another person, and you weren’t sure if you could.

“W-what do you mean?” You stalled.

“Take your hand,” he ordered, grabbing your wrist and guiding it to your dripping cunt, “And play with yourself while I watch. Show me how you like it.”

You bit your lip, looking down at him through your lashes, he stared up at you lustfully, his eyes sliding down your body to focus on your center.

You closed your eyes, and leaned back against the chair, your fingers sliding slowly between your folds and running over your clit. You brought up your other hand to gently begin playing with your nipple, sliding your finger back and forth as the one between your legs rubbed up and down against your clit, gliding between the folds.

You shuddered feeling his hot breath against your hand, and you chanced a glance to see he had drawn closer, focusing on your hand as it moved.

You slowly drew your finger down to your own entrance, pushing your finger against the entrance, little moans sliding out of your lips as you began to push a finger in, making Jin moan as well as he watched.

“You really are such a little slut,” he teased, and you mewled as you felt two of his fingers against you, beginning to push apart your folds further, examining your most private area with predatory eyes, “Just imagine if someone came in right now,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing against you as your finger pushed in further.

His talk was making you more excited and more desperate, you wished someone would come in and see this right now.

“Imagine the look on their face when they see you sitting here, touching your pretty little cunt for me.”

The thought alone was making you more worked up, “Chef,” you whimpered, plunging your fingers faster in and out of yourself, sweat was beading on your forehead and beginning to sheen over your body as you became more and more aroused.

“Yes princess,” He crooned, his fingers sliding up either side of your core, making you more crazy and desperate.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t even speak as one of his fingers ghosted against your clit as you continued to touch yourself, finger flicking more insistently over your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through you with each stroke.

“Such a good little whore, all for me,” he praised, beginning to rub your clit in slow circles, making you keen softly, biting your lip hard to try and stop the noises that were begging to spew from your lips.

You were drawing close, your thighs beginning to tremble as you attempted to spread your legs further for him, your hand reaching up to your own throat, squeezing the sides in desperation.

“Choking hm,” he whispered, and you whined as you heard him stand. His hands wrapped around both of your wrists, stopping you from bringing yourself to orgasm.

“L-let go,” you begged, attempting to push your fingers back inside but he pulled them out instead, laying your hand on your thigh while he took the hand around your throat and also set that on your thigh.

“I bet I can make you cum twice as hard as you can yourself,” he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple. You felt his hands slip down against your core before pushing inside of you once again, this time with a vengeance.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, and he quickly pressed his lips against yours to stifle you as he began to curl his fingers expertly inside of you. He rubbed that sensitive area with vigor, slowly picking up the pace as his other hand gripped gently on your throat. He was doing everything perfectly, and your body and mind were in ecstasy.

Your hands lifted to grip the offending arm desperately, fingernails digging into his firm arm.

“That’s right, come on Y/N,” He breathed against you, bringing you closer to the edge. You gasped and shuddered as an orgasm was suddenly upon you, causing you to lurch forward against Jin’s shoulder, clawing at his bicep as he carried you through the orgasm, pounding into you hard and fast.

He pulled quickly out of you, giving you a moment to come down, “Ready for another round?” He asked, and you pulled away in shock before he was suddenly rubbing your clit hard and fast, causing you to gasp as the pleasure changed to slight pain as overstimulation set in.

“S-stop… n-no,” You whimpered, your body already beginning to tremble. You were already exhausted from the first one, and you could feel the pressure building up twice as much.

Soon you were too far gone as he was pounding into you once again, sweat dripping down his chest and arms as he pounded in and out of you vigorously, his head against your wet neck.

“I’m-i’m gonna… oh please,” you mewled and your eyes clenched so tight that you saw white. Your body convulsed hard beneath his finger and his hand came over your mouth as your moans grew loud and intense, liquid spewed lewdly from out of you as you came.

He watched with pride as you squirted, body writhing as your wetness covered his hand.

As soon as you finished you felt intense humiliation racing through your veins, and as he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of him tightly, trembling still, your legs clamping closed. You felt like you might cry as you breathed against his chest.

“Good job princess,” he whispered, gently rubbing your thighs and sides before one of his hands was going to rub your back.

“I’m s-sorry,” you squeaked.

“Hm?” He asked, pulling away from you. His strong brows furrowed at your anxious expression.

“I didn’t m-mean to,” you whimpered, looking away from him, your hands holding tightly to his wet arm.

“Oh princess, you were amazing,” he praised, his voice taking on a comforting and almost sweet tone as he kissed your face.

You blushed brightly, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were still embarrassed, but as Jin’s hands ran up and down your sides soothingly, whispering praise against your ear, you slowly relaxed, and your body began begging once again for his cock.

“Will you fuck me now?” You whispered, looking up at him.

“I’m going to make you see stars,” he growled and you gasped as he was yanking you up from the chair and kissing you hard, his tongue invading your mouth feverishly.

You melted into the kiss, and your hands travelled down his well muscled torso to his black jeans. You were quick to undo his pants for him, pushing down the waistband eagerly, while still trying to maintain the kiss.

He separated from your mouth for a moment to pull down his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his hard length.

You gasped seeing how big he actually was, a zap of fear going through you as you wondered if you would be able to take him all. Your hands went to his cock, and you began jerking him off. Rubbing up and down on his hard length. He lifted his hands to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair as he kissed you hard, grunting occasionally as you went.

His mouth eventually left yours to attack the side of your neck, his hands sliding down your body and groping your ass. You were eager to feel him inside of you, just the thought alone making you wetter.

You whimpered as he smacked your ass quite hard and he pulled away from you, “Against the wall,” he ordered suddenly. You looked down and realized the precum beading at the tip of his hard cock.

You felt a flash of excitement and pride, “Yes, Chef,” you said, pulling away and going against the wall.

You heard him bend down and the rip of a package as he slipped on a condom. It was a good thing he thought to do so, because your mind was far from worrying about anything other than having him fill you.

You heard him coming back over and you squeaked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back. Your palms splayed against the wall and you spread your legs a bit for him as he slid his finger down the length of your spine before pausing and you squeaked as he slapped your ass once again.

“After all the trouble you give me, it’s so good hearing you whine like that,” he said softly, and you gasped as he spanked you again, “You wanted me to punish you didn’t you,” he teased.

“Y-yes Chef,” you said, and as he spanked you once more, you revelled in the sting of it, feeling the way your body reacted to him spanking you. After a few more tears were pricking the corner of your eyes and you were growing needy.

“Oh please fuck me!” You cried out.

He was quiet for a moment, but then you felt his fingers slipping between your lips, pushing your lips apart to give him easier access.

“Alright now princess, be good for me,” he whispered and you waited with bated breath as the head of his cock teased your entrance, he rubbed against your slit a few times, gathering your own wetness all over his cock before he began to push inside of you.

You moaned out and brought one hand to your mouth to stifle the sound as your walls spasmed around him. He was massive, stretching you as he slowly inserted himself deep inside of you. He let out little grunts of his own at the feeling of your body clenching around him.

“I’m in,” he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder, making you squeak at the feeling.

“F-fuck me,” you begged, “Just fuck me,”

“So needy,” he commented, before he began slowly sliding in and out of you, causing your muscles to spasm. You bit your lip, trying to stifle any of the sounds that were begging to be released.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, smacking your ass as he started getting into a rhythm, fucking into you at a steady pace, making you whine and shudder around him. This was more than you could have ever dreamed. With each thrust he would bury himself deep inside of you, head teasing your cervix, before pulling nearly all the way out and then snapping his hips back into you, causing you to cry out at the feeling.

“Are you my little whore?” He growled as he started to pick up the pace.

“Y-yes chef,” you whimpered, feeling your knees growing weak.

“Say it.” He ordered, and you let out a faltering gasp as he suddenly pulled you up, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you while his other wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back against his chest.

“Ahh, I-I’m your little whore,” you breathed out, gasping as he was suddenly thrusting right into a sensitive area deep inside, with each snap of his hips your body would spasm.

Suddenly you both froze hearing voices coming from somewhere, and adrenaline zapped through your body. Oh fuck, what if they heard you, or worse what if they came in and saw.

He grabbed you tightly and forced you to turn with him to face the door, grabbing one of your breasts, his finger flicking cruelly over your nipple, “Do you think you can keep quiet,” he whispered against your ear, slipping his hand down your abdomen to slide a finger over your clit.

“A-aang,” you gasped, biting your tongue as he began to move his finger in slow circles, the voices were growing closer.

“They’d be so turned on to see you like this,” he whispered, “Totally at my mercy.” He growled, beginning to thrust slowly in and out again, pulling his hand away from your clit to hold you, one hand still wrapped around your throat. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you did your best to keep quiet, your stomach twisting with anxiety and your heart pounding so loud they could probably hear it out there.

He did everything in his power to torment you, fingers running between teasing your nipple and rubbing your clit. Whispering sweet nothings against your ear while occasionally biting your earlobe.

Finally you heard the door to the outside open and it was silent once more.

You let out a shaky sigh and he picked up the pace, his hand splaying across your abdomen. “Good girl,”

“Y-you’re insane,” you whined, and he laughed softly before beginning to fuck you harder, the sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, “I can feel my cock hitting your walls,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

He grabbed your hand, placing it under his against your abdomen. You gasped as he suddenly snapped his hips into you, and you felt the bulge against your hand, making you even more turned on.

“Can you feel it,”

“You’re so fucking big,” you whined as he suddenly started fucking you harder, almost bouncing you on his cock. His hand moved from yours to rub your clit, making you moan loudly. His hand on your throat was snapping over your mouth in an instant to quiet you as you were pushed into orgasm once more, muscles spasming around the large man’s monstrous cock, the feeling of him hitting into your hand was making you crazy.

As you finished he slipped out of you, and you nearly fell, your legs weak. He caught you easily and spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. His hands slipped under your thighs and he was lifting you before you knew it, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I’m not done just yet baby,” he whispered. You whimpered, and sighed as he slid his cock back into easily.

“Hmmmm,” You sighed in contentment, your hands wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair as you leaned forward to kiss him hard.

He didn't even need to lean you against the wall, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you back just as hard, your walls spasming around his large cock. You felt so full it was blissful.

He finally pressed you back against the wall, and began to pound in and out of you, causing you to throw your head back against the wall as he fucked you.

He was going faster, sweat was dripping from both of you as you were getting closer to orgasm and Jin was right on the edge. He was beginning to spew curse words, his hands gripping your sides hard as he pounded into you. You were almost laying against the wall, if it wasn’t for his hands holding you up and your death grip around his neck you would fall.

“Such a good fucking whore,” He growled, and you gasped as he lifted a hand to grope your breast, flicking his finger over your nipple before you saw his abdomen spasm, his muscles clenching as he groaned out loudly himself. His hand going back, exposing his gorgeous neckline, face twisted in pleasure.

You moaned at the sight, and as the hand on your breast rubbed over your swollen, oversensitive clit you were coming as well, body spasming for the fourth time in orgasm as he held you tightly. As you both finished finally you pulled yourself up onto him, dropping your head against his shoulder and taking gasping breaths, your entire body exhausted.

You felt his cock slip out of you and he held you tightly, a hand going to your head, running his fingers through your hair, breathing just as deeply as you.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Tired,” you muttered, you weren’t sure yet if you could stand on your own.

“Think you’ll be able to drive home?” He asked, rubbing your back in slow circles.

You let out a soft sigh, “Ohhhh, fuck,” you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the thirty minute drive home, and already your body was so sore and tired. You wanted to sleep more than anything.

“You can stay the night with me,” he offered sweetly.

“Are you sure,” you muttered.

“Get dressed,” He ordered, helping you disentangle yourself from him and finding your clothes for you.

You struggled slightly getting yourself dressed. You would need to go to the bathroom asap, but you wondered if he would leave you behind if you did. Not that it would matter. Jin put on his clothes, folding up his chef's coat from the chair and folding it over his arm.

You looked at it and felt a dark blush cover your cheeks, “I’m sorry… about that.” you said, gesturing to the chef's coat.

Jin chuckled darkly, “It was sexy,” he said, shrugging and grinning from ear to ear.

You looked away shyly, “Th-thanks… and I- I’m sorry about today too. I was just frustrated and-” Jin came forward, placing a finger against your lips.

“Hush. We’re already past that… you made up for it… Besides it was more me than you that was being an asshole.” He admitted, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“I really like you,” you blurted. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the fact this man had given you four of the best orgasms of your life, but you were suddenly ready to bare your soul to him.

You didn’t want this to be a one time thing… well maybe just once here. You didn’t want to go back to the strained relationship.

“Well I gathered that,” he said, rolling his eyes at you.

“I-I mean it… I…”

“Princess, we don’t need to talk about this right now.” He said, caressing your cheek, “We smell like sex and sweat, and we’re standing in a filthy back room at work… let’s go back to my place okay? We can take a shower and talk more,” he promised.

You nodded slowly, that sounded heavenly… but still.

“Th-that’s fine but, we won’t go back to how things were before right?… We aren’t gonna fight anymore?”

“I’m tired of pretending I like you less than I do,” he said, smiling sweetly at you before coming over to you.

He placed his arm around you and slowly opened the door, looking both ways before stepping out and taking you outside into the cold air. As soon as you got to his car and sat down in the passenger seat you were out like a light…

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Festival (28/30)

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Kadus' mouth was so close to hers she could taste his breath, and Pink shivered as his cock pumped gush after thick gush of his come. She allowed her belly to swell to accommodate every drop he gave her, filling her distended uterus like a balloon.

She moaned low in her throat at the feeling of him coming inside her, and managed just barely to answer him.

"Yes--fuck, yes I'm coming!" she whimpered, holding his head to hers and kissing him hungrily. Her tongue swirled around his own and she sucked tenderly at his mouth with her own. Her lower half bobbed on his cock, keeping him deep inside her as she did so.

Soft hands stroked his rear and thighs, massaging his balls as well while Pink tensed around him almost impossibly with a tiny cloud of pink flowers bursting from her locks and peppering the ground beneath them.

Kadus returned her kiss as best he could, panting through the last stages of his orgasm. This time he was able to watch her as she let herself go with pleasure, her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted and shiny, the minute changes in expression as she focused on herself for a moment instead of him. The flowers that continued to burst from her made him chuckle, although her cunt milking him made it quickly devolve to another gasp. He’d never seen anything so lovely.

There was a slight tremble in his flanks and limbs and he could feel patches of sweat on him as if he’d just run a race, but he held steady while Pink luxuriated in her climax. She still managed to hold in his come, although he could easily see her belly was distended. Reverently, he massaged her abdomen where he could reach. In stages, his cock softened and slipped from her. Although the sun wasn’t quite up yet, it was closer than not. People were beginning to say final fare wells, and the clearing was not as crowded as it had been throughout the night. Imps tried to get a last taste of come before they disappeared, but he stamped his hind hooves to keep them off the tip of his leaking cock and away from his lover.

“I hate to say this, but we haven’t much time,” he murmured near her ear.

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The sudden addition of hands at his knees a cool tongue at his balls caused Beej to tremble and whine, though he made no move to pull away. Carmen's cunt was squeezing so tightly around his tip and nudging herself down his length just a bit while the pressure inside her pushed down on him.

It took him a moment to decide to shorten his cock, though the girth remained the same. He adjusted himself so that Carmen could writhe and buck to her heart's content without injuring her inner walls by taking too much.

Shakily, one hand extended from behind him, cupping the back of BJ's head in invitation as he continued to lap at the base of Beej's cock and over Jessie's soaked cunt and ass.

Jessie jolted slightly at the unexpected cool of her lover's tongue, having been so focused on the throbbing clit in her mouth. His praising words only deepened the pleasure she felt once they settled into her brain, the attention to her needy body pushing her so very close to the edge it was all she could do to continue to focus.

The rush of slick and come that seeped around Beej's cock was warm against her skin, and dribbled down over Beej's shaft and sack. She rutted herself against this the fluid-covered cock and arched her back to expose herself more readily to BJ's tongue.

Finally, she released Carmen with a loud moan, resting her forehead beside her clit to continue the transfer of sensations as she came, cunt and ass twitching against BJ's tongue as she held on for dear life to the cock beneath her.

It swelled a bit as Beej lost the battle of holding himself together. His balls raised and his taint twitched as thick come rushed through his cock and into his lover once more. With just enough awareness to realize she was already overfilled, he changed the shape of his shaft, denting the top of it to allow the excess spend to seep out beneath his cock and flow down to drip to the ground below.

Carmen wrested her hands away from their soft restraint and held her stomach. “I c-can’t, I can’t--please, Beej, oh god--”

Although hard pleasure still lit every nerve, the amount of come in her became too much. A deep ache made her sob; luckily, through his own pleasure Beej understood and shifted his cock enough to provide some release. She sobbed quietly again as the pressure lessened. He’d been so accommodating with her aphrodisiac-fueled requests, but she’d reached her body’s limits.

Jessie’s peaking pleasure made him groan even as he refused to take his tongue off her. She’d wanted to take some fairy food home, but BJ couldn’t imagine anything as delicious as her; she was all the treat he needed. His lover rutted against the shaft below her, even as come leaked out of the stretched pussy she’d been so eager to taste. BJ knew she probably reveled in the fact she’d brought both of them to orgasm, and it didn’t surprise him to hear her laugh at the rush of come that flowed partially over her.

What was more difficult was to abid by her request and not let the domino effect take him as well. His balls felt tight and his cock felt impossibly hard. If he’d been alive he knew it’d be deep in color from the restriction. It’d feel so good to just let go, but he knew it’d feel even better with the tight heat of her cunt.

With a groan, BJ gave her one last harsh lap between her legs. Jessie slid a little forward in the slick come but he heard her gasp and giggle, then he straightened back up. The trio before him lazed in a post-euphoric daze, but he cast a quick glance around. It was clearing out; most of the fey was disappearing with the crowning dawn. There were less witches too, and the ones still there were getting dressed, hugging, and saying good-bye. The minotaur was still by the fire, watching them, and Beej’s clone was wrapped up with a centaur? It almost looked like she’d been bringing him back but got caught up with one last tryst.

The only beings that still seemed numerous were the imps; several still hung around like over-sized moths, waiting for an opportunity to try and get close to spend gentitals again. Others were lapping at the ground in various spots, and squabbling with one another if there was an area saturated with come. BJ chuckled, watching them. It was a good distraction from his throbbing cock and his pent up release.

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With her eyes fluttering slightly, Pink took a moment to comprehend the words spoken so close to her ear. She leaned her body against his, holding him as she trembled and spasmed around the heavy wombful of come that she held. She willed her body to shorten once more to her typical dimensions, dragging herself along his underside and his front as she resumed her original frame, smaller than his own upper torso.

The amount of his spend that she held bulged her stomach out as though she were in the later stages of pregnancy. Every aspect of her besides was equally changed, the grayish palor of her skin had a deeper tone, the magenta dusting of her cheeks remained and her hair, lush and longer than normal wove into curls as it mingled with the vines and flowers that sprouted and continued to leave pink petals raining around her in sparse quantities.

Pink looked down at herself, pressed slightly away from him by the increased girth of her come-bloated belly, and giggled softly. Her hands moved to the top and bottom of the swell, thinking that the form she’d achieved was… oddly satisfying. She had never had delusions of motherhood--she was incomplete in too many ways and dead as well. She had also never attended a fertility celebration before, or been filled with such a large amount of living seed. It warmed her inside still, the second load cooling slowly within her tepid body.

“It’s true . . . come, I would at the least like you to meet . . . well, I suppose the rest of me,” she answered in a matching tone. Leaning in, she kissed him again briefly as though she couldn’t possibly get enough of his touch. This seemed even more the case as she turned herself to float with him, arm in arm, toward Beej and Carmen and their company.

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The tugging at his limbs with which he held his lover in place so she could more fully enjoy what appeared likely to be the last orgasm of the celebration made Beej almost chuckle. It was difficult to acknowledge how deeply glad he was that she could enjoy herself so fully, especially in front of others and even with strangers when he was throttled by throes of ecstasy that seemed too expansive, too involved and extraneous for him to keep up with them. It felt for all the world like he had a pussy right in that moment, grinding a throbbing, aching clit against something cool and velvety, the pleasure hot and abrupt.

There was also the distinct sensation of the tip of his half-flaccid and now oddly shaped cock still holding the majority of his come inside Carmen, the rushes of fluid that pushed forward into her and forced still more out. He felt the tears dripping from her cheek to his shoulder and halted himself with a groan. It was almost painful, closing off the flow of come that was abnormally copious with the shape he’d taken, but he did so to keep her from being hurt, and he smiled when she seemed to feel the relief he sought to offer. Tipping his head back, he continued to hold her gently but firmly in place as Jessie’s pleasure radiated through them.

Jessie shivered, covered in sticky fluids and still tingling in the aftershocks of bliss. Her lips were drawn into a loopy smile. Finally pulling away from Carmen and turning to look toward BJ, she reined herself in once more and popped over to his shoulder to hug his neck and give him affectionate kisses. She was glad that in her vanishing from Beej’s cock, the warm fluid that had covered her was left behind, though the idea of having spread some onto him as well made her giggle.

“Thank you babe. I promise, I’ll take every single drop as deep in my pussy as you can put it, just as soon as I’m the proper size again. Can’t be much longer now, can it?” she purred into his ear, impressed that he appeared to have kept his word to hold off.

She wouldn’t have blamed him, of course, but it made her warm and achy beyond the dull fatigue of having fucked so very much. The novelty of the night had worn off mostly, and as fueled and excited as she was by all things new and exciting she had found her peak so many times it was impossible not to feel a bit worn.

The sound of hoofprints nearby made her turn her attention toward the clearing, surprised to see a centaur and . . . what appeared to be a female version of the guy whose cock she had just rutted on? She did a double-take between the flower-laden newcomer and the magenta-haired ghost holding Carmen cradled against himself.

As Beej noticed his clone approaching with company, he looked both surprised and delighted, and straightened his positioning to hold the both of them more upright. The multitude of limbs he’d sprouted dwindled, most retreating into his flesh once more save for two sets of arms. Three of them held Carmen securely to his chest and stomach, and he waved with the other a little in greeting.

“Yer--”

“Covered in flowers?” Pink asked, finishing the observation with a giggle.

Beej had been about to say ‘pregnant’, but her break in his thoughts helped him recall that that would be impossible. Still, she’d both approached her playmate of choice and brought him back for introductions! He was oddly proud of his clone--of this usually timid and repressed portion of himself.

“Kadus, this is Beej--he’s the one of whom I am a part,” she explained, turning to glance at her kindly lover. “And this is our lover, Carmen.” She continued fondly, unable to keep herself from looking back over the beautiful body cradled against her original. “And I’d like both of you to meet Kadus. He’s been so lovely, very accepting and kind.”

tbc . . .

#writing #fanfiction #Beetlejuice #Musical Beetlejuice #Movie Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice x OC #OC x OC #Festival #rp #long fic

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l000ey · 6 years

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help me → r.d

pairing; lee chaerin x rae dara (ft. rae donghyuk and mentions of jay park, woo jiho, lee sunghwa, kwon minsik, jessica ho, ikon, dong youngbae, epik high, lee seunghyun, song minho, blackpink and kim jennie)

summary; red makes a trip to the states to visit her best friend and ask her for help.

warnings; angst(? and depression.

note; i feel bad for hurting red :(

2018

The sound of high heels crashing against the cold marble floor filled the entire mansion, to be followed by several sighs and grunts. Chaerin stopped walking as soon as she reached the main hall where Donghyuk was sitting in one of the chairs drinking from his glass of whiskey.

He looked at her under his lashes as he moved his glass from one side to the other, watching as the liquid moved among the ice. "Why are you so nervous? It's just Dara. "

She rolled her eyes from side to side. "I know it's just Dara, stupid." She dropped onto one of the sofas while D.one turned to face her. "But I'm worried about her, Jay called me and said that she wasn’t very good. "

"Jay?" He dropped the glass and moved around the couch to be closer to her, raised both eyebrows in surprise. "Jay Park?" Chaerin nodded. "What did Jay Park call you? I thought you didn’t talk with him"

"And I don’t" She leaned over to pick up the glass he had left earlier "But when it comes to Dara, I'm in touch with all the people with whom she surrounds herself"

"Like who?".

"You know. Zico, Gray, Sik-K, Jessi, Jay...basically they are the ones she usually hang out with more often.” She took a drink from the glass.

"And what about YG's idols?" He raised a curious eyebrow at her “Don’t she hang out with Ikon anymore? But they were like her children and Bobby is her best friend, after Youngbae hyung, of course. "

The korean sighed "She don’t usually join them anymore. According to what Jay told me, she feels displaced or something like that because apart from Epik High she is the only artist of the old generation".

Donghyuk crossed his legs and brought one of his hands to his chin, thinking about what was happening in Korea but his thoughts were interrupted by one of the servants.

"Miss Dara is already here" She warned them in english and they both nodded before getting up and heading to the main entrance. Both sighed as they watched the door, the car was heard being parked and steps on the asphalt until the door opened revealing Dara. Chaerin smiled feeling her eyes moisten, released her grip on Donghyuk's arm and ran to the youngest to then surround her with her arms. She had missed her so much, it had been five months since they had last seen each other and it had been horrible for the ex leader to spend so much time separated from her best friend while hearing from Mr. Yang and the Ikon guys that Red seemed not to be having a good time, so she came up with the idea of bringing her to the United States so that she would not spend so much time alone.

"Yah Chaerin, don’t monopolize her." The japanese men pushed her to hug her little sister, who looked at him confused. "Ah, sis, I missed you."

"What are you doing here, Donghyuk?" She struggled to get out of his grasp and watched as she had not seen him for quite some time. The last time she had heard of him was a year ago, she had heard that he was in Japan visiting their family and that he was accused of infidelity towards Hyuna. Hyuna went to see him to Japan to see if it was true and in the end, they ended up making a show both.

"Well, I had work here so I came to stay at this wonderful and huge mansion of yours because, why spend my money in an expensive hotel if I have the house of my hospitable sister? And it turns out that when I arrive here I find that Chaerin also lives here.” He pointed at the older woman and she rolled her eyes."Don’t you have an apartment? Where is the one you taught for the 73 questions for Vogue?” He opened his mouth and the eyes, releasing a noise of false surprise "Was it rented?"

"Shut up, Dong." She returned the push and rolled her arm in the youngest one to pull her and start walking towards the salon.

"I see that your relationship has not changed anything" Chaerin nodded, pressing her lips in a thin line. Dara stopped walking, stopping her unnie as well and her older brother, who was following them closely. She inhaled air trying to calm her rapid pulsations, looked at her best friend "Can we go to my room and talk?"

"Sure, D" Donghyuk tried to grab the suitcase she was carrying but she didn’t leave it, he looked at her confused.

"I mean Chae, I need to talk to her"

Both elders looked at each other, confused by her sudden change of mood. Donghyuk sighed, nodding before releasing the suitcase, Chaerin sent a smile to the girl before whispering a "Come on" and that both began to climb the stairs but, once again Red stopped. She turned to look at her staff, who were staring expectantly with her brother on the ground floor.

"Take our dinner to my room, please," She said to Mrs. Kim, the housekeeper. She nodded before bowing, soon the others followed her.

"Come on, D" Chaerin tugged on her arm and she nodded before following her.

An hour later they both ate in silence, lying on the floor of Red's room while some american program played in the living room of the suite. The blonde looked at her out of the corner of her eye as she blew the hot ramen rolled on her chopsticks, Dara stirred the kimchi with her eyes lost somewhere on the wall.

She left the chopsticks in the bowl and after running her hands down her thighs, she frowned "Okay, spit it out."

Her green eyes moved towards her. "What?"

"There is something that is bothering you and don’t even think to say that you're okay because I'm not your brother, you can’t lie to me" She stopped removing the kimchi and then sighed, moved into her sit looking for a comfortable position and looked to her best friend without knowing what to say. Chaerin made a face feeling her heart beating slower, she was not Red. She was Dara and only God knows when it was the last time since she saw her. She looked shy, pale and downcast, not at all like the Dara she used to see after a concert, dancing from side to side with a smile on her face and annoying Sandara or hugging Minzy.

"Dara..."

"I don’t know what to do, Chae." Her voice was a faint, husky sound. "I feel very tired of everything. I'm tired, very tired. There's nothing to make me get out of bed anymore, you know? Before I woke up thinking about what I will do that day, excited to start a new day and new experiences but not anymore. Now I wake up but I don’t open my eyes, I wait to see if I can go back to sleep but I don’t get to do it. I suppose the illusion has vanished after so long." The korean woman didn’t know what to do. Tears ran like a river down Dara's cheeks -and hers too- but she didn’t know what to say, those words had been enough to leave her speechless. She felt bad, of course. She felt bad because she was living happily in the United States while Dara, her little Dara, was suffering in Korea alone.

She raised her hand with the intention of touching her knee to convey that she was there now, that she was there for her, but for some reason she lowered it. Her body also didn’t want to respond to her desire to get up and give her a hug, so the brunette continued talking.

"Sometimes I go to the cafeteria and I meet Seungri, he always sits alone so I sit down with him. Lately he is very busy with his new album so he doesn’t have time to go to the cafeteria, so I tried to sit down with the guys from Ikon but they talked about their things and I felt isolated because I didn’t know what to say. I tried to sit down with Winner but it's a little uncomfortable because of what happened between Mino and I, you know. Then I tried Blackpink but they remind me too much of you, especially Jennie, she looks a lot like you. So I started eating in my studio and then I moved to my house. I never left anymore, I didn’t feel the need to go anywhere. During the day I got drunk and as I suffer insomnia I couldn’t sleep so I dedicate myself to writing songs but they are all so sad that they made me feel even worse ".

She took her hands to her neck and began to rub it. "I feel like I'm suffocating and nobody is there for me. I have problems with my family, my friends are too busy with their work, their couples or their children and I don’t have anyone, I am alone. I feel very lonely, Chae. "

She let out a sob and that was the signal for the older one to get up and surround her with her arms, she also cried as if her life depended on it.

"I'm so sorry, D. I didn’t know you felt that way, if I had known I would never have left you alone" She pressed several kisses into her hair while their sobs filled the room "I'm so sorry, little one".

“Can you help me with something, Chae?”

The blonde nodded giving her a small smile “Of course, anything for you”.

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theuglyartstore · 7 years

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Losing Sight Through Your Blood, Sweat, and Tears

Jungkook is just a dreamer in a world where dreams are dead

Angst/Fluff

Jungkook was a child with a laugh reminiscent of bells, a personality like the stars, adorned with features that betrayed a sense of childish innocence in their dream like quality. Floppy brown hair covered his forehead and his sun kissed skin positively glowed, his dark eyes filled with constellations that spoke volumes about things only he could understand. He often had a blank look on his face but it didn’t matter because Jungkook wasn’t slow, or distracted, or whatever else anyone said he was.

Jungkook was just a dreamer in a world where dreams were almost dead.

Jungkook was five years old when he attended school for the first time. He was five years old when he realized he was different. None of the other kids had five brothers and sisters. All of the other kids had parents, and none of the other kids had the same brightness in their eyes that Jungkook did when he talked about a far off land filled with bright futures and happier times.

None of the other kids understood. They didn’t understand why Jungkook wore a hand-me-down uniform. They didn’t understand why he never had money for lunch. And they definitely didn’t understand his busted lips and black eyes.

Jungkook didn’t understand either, so it was fine.

It wasn’t until recess during his third month of Kindergarten when Kim Yugyeom, accredited jackass of Kindergarten, stomped up to him and shoved him face-first into the mud, that he started to give a damn.

“Ha!” Yugyeom shrieked when Jungkook looked up at him with wide eyes filled to the brim with confusion. “You should be more careful; your mom’s gonna be mad about those stains.”

Jungkook stared down at his uniform, a sense of dread looming over him as his eyes took in the streaks of wet brown mud seeping into the fabric. “Why did you do that?” he asked innocently, his huge eyes meeting Yugyeom’s pinched gaze.

“Why do you think?” Yugyeom spit out, smiling angrily at the smaller boy. “Maybe now you’ll take a real shower!”

Jungkook scrunched his nose and moved to sit up, opting to ignore his attacker.

“One more thing!” Yugyeom shoved his foot into Jungkook’s chest, forcing him rearward down onto his back before bending down to look him straight in the eyes, the crude humor present in his smile. “Don’t forget to tell us everything tomorrow. Maybe for once you’ll have something interesting to say.”

That afternoon, Jungkook and his four older brothers walked home together, each of them sparing him a look of empathy before disappearing up the stairs into their respective rooms. Jungkook waited at the cluttered kitchen table for his mother to come home. He waited for the shouts of annoyance, the angry fists, the disapproving looks, the lingering bruises.

He waited until 6:37 on the dot. Mama Jessi swung the door open, shouting, “I’m home!” up the stairs before slamming it shut behind her and slinging her purse onto the couch. She lit up a cigarette and sighed as she shrugged off her jacket and peeled off her heels.

She didn’t even notice Jungkook until he stood up and padded over to her, his bare feet slapping against the dusty hardwood floor with every step. “Mama Jessi?” he said quietly; pitifully.

The woman looked down at him with disgust in her eyes, her already wrinkled brow creasing even deeper as she drew her eyebrows together. “What the hell happened to you?” she asked in her characteristically scratchy and uncaring voice.

“Kim Yugyeom pushed me down at recess today and… and my uniform got all muddy.�� He wouldn’t meet her eyes, already knowing what he would find there.

“So, you expect me to wash it? Don’t I do enough for you kids?” She was already shouting and Jungkook knew he should’ve just washed it himself. “Huh?” She kneeled down in front of him and blew a puff of smoke into his face, making him cough into the crook of his arm. “I asked you a damn question!”

Jungkook didn’t have time to answer before Jessi grabbed his floppy, seemingly careless, brown hair and forced his head back. “You know what happens when you misbehave?”

Clenching his eyes shut, Jungkook braced himself for impact. He waited for her fist to connect with his cheek, for the back of her hand to collide with his brow bone, for her foot to crack against his ribs. He prepared for all of the possibilities; all of the common occurrences. He didn’t; however, prepare for the cigarette butt that seared a burn into his neck.

He shrieked, trying to escape her grip on his hair; tried to pull away. He gripped her wrists as he screamed out in pain and tried to force her off of him.

She finally dropped the cigarette after what felt like hours and Jungkook was too shocked to feel the following beatings. He was too empty to feel the knuckles that tore his lips open, the ring that left welts on his cheekbones, the fist that snapped his nose to the side.

He slipped into a dream as she undressed him and carried him up the stairs, tucking him into bed. He dreamt of flying away to a better, happier place. He dreamt of his mom, smiling down at him as she whispered, “I love you,” to him for the last time. He dreamt of the boy slipping in through his window to smile innocently at him, his white gown flowing just above his ankles.

And, even as he said goodbye to him, the cheerful smile never left his plump cheeks.

Jungkook was a dreamer, there was no denying it. During math class, he would dope out on his own imagination, staring at nothing but seeing everything. He would fall asleep at night with a smile on his face as the boy, Taehyung, as he learned to call him, let him talk about everything and nothing at the same time.

He was what kept him alive; he was his oxygen. He knew he shouldn’t get so attached to someone who wasn’t there but he couldn’t not fall in love with his rosy cheeks and caring gaze. He would never kiss him in the rain, he would never smell his fruity perfume, he would never get to tuck his long, golden locks behind his ears as he whispered sweet nothings to get him to smile.

He wasn’t real. He didn’t have a place in his world. Yet, every time he would swing through his window and laugh at his startled state, he would get the feeling that he was. He was all knowing and always there… Mostly, always there. He couldn’t expect him to be there every night for hours at a time, he had her own life to attend to. There were times when he would just fade into nothing while he was telling him stories about his day, and he could only assume that somewhere, maybe in another life, he was being awoken by his mother for a warm batch of pancakes and lots of love.

He pretended that’s why he faded. He pretended he didn’t wake up crying every time he would say goodbye and jump out of his third-story window, only to reappear when his mind would finally return to a state of oblivion. He pretended he didn’t wish he was there with him every step of the way. He pretended he wasn’t different.

“Get your worthless asses out of bed!” Was the first thing Jungkook heard on July tenth, his thirteenth birthday. He groaned, rolling over onto his stomach.

“What time is it?” he mumbled sleepily to his roommate. He waited in a moment of silence before peeling his eyes open. “Yoongi?” And after staring at the empty bed across from his for a full ten seconds, realization dawned on him. “Shit.” He sprung out of bed and slipped on a pair of boxers.

Stumbling drowsily toward his door, he cracked it open and peeked out into the hallway. It was still dark; a good sign that maybe Mama Jessi hadn’t made it up the stairs yet. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jungkook steeled himself before taking a cautious step out into the cold, dead hallway.

He knew this place like the back of his hand, so it wasn’t difficult for him to navigate exactly fourteen steps down the hall to his right and three steps forward to be directly in front of Jimin and Hoseok's door. Not even pausing to knock, Jungkook threw himself into the room and flipped on the light.

Jungkook jumped into a sitting position and covered his eyes with his hands. “What are you doing?”

Jungkook ignored him and pressed onward with his mission. He turned his attention to the bed on the other side of the room and spotted his roommate exactly where he knew he would be. “Yoongi,” he whisper-yelled at his closest friend. “Get your ass out of that bed. Mama Jessi’s gonna be up here in point five.”

One of the two boys (No one knew where one ended and the other began nowadays) growled at his words, but both of them rolled out of bed nonetheless.

Jungkook knew there was something different about them; no one could even go near Jimin without a verbal warning beforehand. But with Yoongi, it was different. It had started with lingering glances and fond touches, and slowly developed to hidden kisses and late nights spent like it could be their last.

No one brought it up because they were happy. If nothing else, they were happy.

“What is this… this blasphemous profanity!”

All four children turned at the shriek, horrified expressions on their innocent faces. Jungkook’s eyes slipped shut and he mentally cursed himself and whatever god put him on this earth because he was not prepared for situations like this, and they seemed to be more frequent with every day he was still breathing.

When none of the kids replied, Jessi flared her nostrils and took a step closer to the two oldest boys, holding onto each other like this would be the last time they could. “Do you think this is okay?” She continued on in her shrill voice, her harshly-applied lipstick smearing a little more every time she smacked her lips together. “Did I raise you to be like this? This kind of deplorable behavior will not be tolerated!”

With that, she turned on her heel and left. Hoseok audibly sighed from where he still laid, wrapped up and cozy in his comforter. “That went a lot better than I thought.”

Jungkook turned to him and shook his head, no words needed to get his point across. The tears streaming down his cheeks and quivering bottom lip was enough to fill the gap of conversation.

Jimin left that afternoon. Mama Jessi said he was “Younger and prettier,” so he would be easier to sell off.

Jimin left that afternoon screaming and kicking as the two middle-aged men stared at him with longing gazes and questionable intentions.

Jimin left that afternoon and no one said a word about it. No one needed to, they knew what would come of him and there was nothing they could do. Yoongi cried his way back into his shared room with Jungkook and stayed there until his bag was packed and his shoes were tied.

Yoongi ran away that night before Mama Jessi spat on Jungook and smacked him on the back of the head with a soup spoon for not trying to stop him.

And when Jungkook’s eyes finally slipped shut and he dozed off into sleep, there was no Mom whispering countless “I love you”s to him as she wrapped him in her arms, there was no happier place with brighter futures, and there was no boy adorned in a white gown to smile at him as he told him about his hopes and dreams.

There was nothing.

Jungkook was fifteen years old the next time he saw her. He slipped into a peaceful sleep for the first time in two years when Mama Jessi didn’t come home from a casino until after he had hid away into his private room.

He sat up in bed with a yawn as he stretched his tired muscles out and cracked his back.

“Hello,” said a familiar voice from the opposite side of his room.

He jerked his head to the side and gasped when he saw the figure he knew and missed all too well. “Taehyung,” he whispered, swinging his legs off of the bed and gaping at the boy, smiling brightly at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you, silly. Why else would I come see you?” Taehyung let his body weight shift forward until his bare feet connected with the cracked hardwood ground. “You don’t seem to be doing very well.”

Jungkook smiled bitterly and stood up to greet him, pulling him into a hug that felt so real but he knew, deep down inside, that it wasn’t. He wasn’t.

“I’m not.” He let his hands fall to his sides as he contemplated his emotions. He didn’t feel relieved to see Taehyung; he didn’t feel not relieved to see him, but his overall presence and the subtle glow around his form brought the sinking feeling of dread to Jungkook’s stomach. “I think you’re the first one to ask, though.”

Taehyung smiled softly and brought a hand up to Jungkook’s face, wiping away tears that weren’t there. “You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered, his eyes smiling more than her mouth.

“Can’t you take me with you? To wherever you go?” His words brought him back to before all this. It brought him back to his mom leaving for work in the morning, singing “You Are My Sunshine,” to him as she rocked him back to peaceful bliss before kissing him goodbye.

“To where?” Taehyung chuckled and turned around so Jungkook was staring at the back of his head. “Where do I go?” he asked him as if he was the one who disappeared every night; as if he was supposed to know.

When he turned back around, Jungkook took the chance to really look at him. He looked worn out and just overall tired. Hee had bags under her eyes and creases between his eyebrows. Hee looked like someone who had seen more than they’d care to admit. Hee wasn’t the same cheerful, ignorant boy he had grown to love. He’d changed.

Jungkook sighed and sat back down on his bed, knowing something was different. Something had changed. Taehyung wasn’t the same bright, happy figure he looked forward to talking to. He was scared and Jungkook was scared. Jungkook wasn’t scared for anything in particular, just nervous. He was nervous for what his future held and he was nervous that he wouldn’t have anyone to tell about it.

Jungkook woke up that morning feeling numb. Taehyung never said goodbye, he never faded into black, he just wasn’t anymore. Jungkook knew something wasn’t right, but he didn’t know what, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

It took seventeen years for Jungkook to build up the courage to reach up and steal the untouched bottle of OxyContin from the unguarded medicine cabinet. It took seventeen years for Jungkook to look at himself in the mirror and realize that there wasn’t one good thing awaiting him in his immediate or indissoluble future. There were no happier times, no bright future; he had nothing.

He was nothing.

And as he poured the gray orbs into his hand and watched as a few overflowed past his palm and clattered into the sink, he wondered why it took him this long. He wondered why it was so difficult to meet his own broken gaze in the fingerprint streaked mirror and he wondered why no one tried to stop him as they had watched him climb the stairs, appearing overly defeated with the pill bottle clutched tightly in his hand.

He knew the answer. No one cared. They didn’t care about his unhappiness, they didn’t care about his chronic depression; they didn’t care about his broken dreams and lost future.

Staring into his tired, faded brown eyes, he nodded a farewell to himself one last time and brought his hand up to his mouth and tilted his head back, swallowing down as many of the horse-pills as possible.

He felt a few stick in the back of his throat and as he hunched over and gasped for a breath he couldn’t quite find, it crossed his mind that this might be how he went and it didn’t seem all that bad.

However, he finally found the breath he was reaching for and it wasn’t until his head began to spin and his bottom lip went numb that he knew this was it, and there wasn’t an ounce of regret in his mind as his feet came out from under him and his head collided with the edge of the sink.

There wasn’t an ounce of regret, or sadness, or the loneliness that had been tearing away at him for seventeen years. And, as his mind faded away into black, if nothing, he was happy.

Jungkook was a child with a laugh reminiscent of bells, a personality like the stars, adorned with features that betrayed a sense of childish innocence in their dream like quality. And as Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he was slow, or distracted, or whatever everyone claimed he was, because Jungkook was alive and breathing and he had never felt so alone.

Jungkook had been rejected by the one force that was more powerful than the broken noses and bruised eye sockets that controlled his life.

So, Jungkook sighed in defeat and pushed himself up to look at the stars, letting the sound of waves crashing against surface lull him into a dream-like state. The sky was lit up with the same constellations that used to fill his eyes and as he reached his hand up to grasp at the celestial bodies, the sand sifting through his fingers reminded him of the dreams he once had, slipping through his fingertips.

Sand.

Turning his attention toward the ground, he tried to find a denouement for why he woke up under the stars and above the sand. He attempted to come up with a reason for why he was here, in both a-

“Hello.”

The distraction from his thoughts only sufficed for a second before his brain was churning again. “Taehyung?”

He stood up to search for the the boy he longed for each night and was met with a smile brighter than the stars shining above their heads and eyes that had stories to tell beyond their years. His skin was smooth, there were no bags under his eyes, and his golden locks flowed in the slight breeze that chilled their still bodies.

“Hello,” Taehyung repeated, his eyes scanning Jungkook’s face like he was really seeing him for the first time.

“What…” Jungkook couldn’t find the words to form the questions that were rolling through his head. “Why- I mean, how-”

Taehyung’s smile just grew (however that was possible) and he reached her hand out and grabbed Jungkook’s. “It’s okay.”

That was all he needed to say because Jungkook could feel him this time and he knew this wasn’t a dream.

And for once, there was no “If nothing,” because at this moment, Jungkook was just happy.

Because this was his happier place, his brighter future, his only friend, his endless “I love you”s. Except, there was no waking up to stale air and musty rooms. There were no goodbyes or angry tears, filled to the brim with longing hatred.

Because, finally, he was happy.

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hoodoo12 · 3 years

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Festival (26/30)

@beejiesbitch @turtlepated @clairjohnson @memedemonhours @monsterlovinghours @yankyo @edosunshine @go-commander-kim @saucymangos @beetlebitchywitch

Jessie glared at the imp that tried to garner pity from her, turning and hugging BJ's thumb in a possessive little show that ultimately made no difference. Glancing downward, she took note of the imps that continued to try to sneak close enough to taste him.

Given that he had attempted to ward them off, she decided to lay her claim. With a bit of focus, she vanished from his hand, reappearing over the top of his cock. Her arms and legs wrapped around his shaft, and she reached with one palm to cover his tip, cupping the precome that beaded in his slit as though guarding it.

"You all have had quite enough, go find someone else to lick clean--I'm sure there's more than enough jizz in that field to keep you busy!" she barked at them as they came closer.

She didn't hold any true animosity toward them, and in fact rather liked their appearance. She did not appreciate their opportunistic persistence, though, and held tight to her lover's cock. Attached as she was to him, she did press a few kisses along the ridge of his cockhead, trying to distract herself from her eagerness to take him inside her again.

Recalling that soon the night would end and her body would return to it's original size, Jessie perked her head up to glance around for Ollie, feeling a little pang of worry that she couldn't help. After all, he'd been sent off alone and there was at least one person who would snatch him up, given half the chance.

BJ let Jessie stake her claim, privately relishing the heat of her tiny body along his shaft. Christ, to jerk off and splatter her with come again-- --his balls tightened and he dropped a hand to give them a tug to keep himself from following that path and coming onto the ground, although maybe licking his spend from the ground would occupy those little flying pests.

He should just get his pants back on; that’d take care of them hovering around. Just as he put a hand down to his cock to support Jessie as he turned towards the treeline, a small voice spewing Gaelic in unmistakeable fury caught their attention. Ollie was back, hurrying over the crushed grasses, with a brownie in tow as his pack mule carrying two jelly cakes with no effort. By the reactions of startle then petulance by the imps, his words were directed solely at them. They whined and pretended to sob; one flitted close and made a very obvious pleading case for itself, even if the language it spoke was untranslatable. Ollie held firm and ordered them off and away. Reluctantly, the winged fey obeyed, including the ones hovering near Carmen and Beej. All of them looked dejected, but their attention span was short and soon they found other people’s groins to try and lap at the wet on them.

⁂

The slow lap of Kadus' tongue between Pink's cool folds as she calmed down once more was mesmerizing to her. Her clit throbbed dully, and when the sensation of touch became too much, she pulled away with a start and a soft giggle. Staying close to his chest and stomach, Pink floated a bit lower to bring herself back to eye level with him, arms draping around his shoulders.

"You do that often?" she asked with a grin, leaning in to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue with a shiver. "Really know your way around a pussy, don't ya?"

Her tone was light and bubbly as she teased him just a bit. Her hair and eyes gleamed with the intensity of their color, though when she realized that the sun was rising her mood dampened a little.

"You wanna come meet 'em?" she asked timidly, blushing as she wondered what he would think of Beej and Carmen . . . what they would think of him. "If we had more time, I'd be more 'n willing to take you again, but . . . I understand, you'll have to go home soon . . ." She glanced downward and leaned her head forward against his shoulder. "This has been really nice, though."

Kadus smiled as she drifted back down to press torso to torso with him. Her praise made him blush; he was young for a centaur and didn’t have much experience, but had snuck away from some proper lessons on occasion to ogle more risque art and read the more erotic stories found in the libraries. He couldn’t help carefully pushing his fingers through her hair, still marveling at the vines and flowers that decorated Pink. She’d created this beauty, and allowed him to pleasure her. The fey were remiss not accepting her fully.

Arousal still coursed through him, especially at her mention of being willing to go again--he wished she could visit his home with him, there were sunlit fields he would love to fuck her in--but he knew time was short now.

Instead, he replied, “I would be honored to meet anyone you would introduce me to.”

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Beej chuckled low in his throat at the comparison of the imps to gnats, though the moment she touched her pussy and groaned he choked on that chuckle to stifle a moan. She had admitted that she'd been fucked out, and though he would have enjoyed rocking his cock further into her he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Mmm . . . you sure, babes?" he asked just below her ear, stroking along her belly with gentle touches, only distracted when the sudden burst of Gaelic ran the pesky imps off.

The leprechaun had returned with a curious little creature that made his eyebrows raise. He wanted a better look . . . but the desire to keep Carmen comfortably seated and stuffed full took precedence. One hand dipped lower, fingertips brushing over her swollen clit just to hear her moan and feel her tense in response.

"Seems like at least a part of ya wants more," he teased, nuzzling beneath her ear.

At the sound of Ollie's voice, Jessie looked in his direction and grinned widely. Once the imps had finally gone, she kissed along the ridge of BJ's cockhead, only to vanish and reappear beside him, wrapping her arms around the leprechaun and kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate you going to get these," she nodded toward the brownie carrying the cakes, "and making those guys fuck off. They're cool looking, but damn are they clingy."

As she held him, her eyes wandered over to Beej and Carmen, relieved to see that the imps pestering them had also seen fit to fuck off. What also caught her eye was the way his fingertips brushed over Carmen's clit, which looked swollen and sensitive from where she was standing. Her mouth watered a bit, and she bit at her lips a little as she tried to decide whether or not it'd be appropriate at the tail end of the revelry to offer herself.

Still, she supposed if these two had entertained her lover, they must be decent enough people. Focusing on the distance between herself and them, she created an illusion of her voice just at their ears.

"Gods you two look delicious together . . . If it's not too late, and you're still needy, I'd be more than happy to use my mouth to suck you off, gorgeous . . . still plugged full of cock, coming all over him . . . haven't touched a single pussy all night, but yours looks like a work of art--"

She glanced over to BJ, hoping he didn't mind her being so forward. Beej, in response, raised his brows and chuckled softly, parting his fingers to rub either side of Carmen's pussy.

"She's not wrong, babes. Ya wanna give 'er one last go, baby? 's an orgy after all . . . 'd be sexy ta watch."

Still held securely, the soft touch of Beej’s cool fingers on her clit made her wiggle and push a little into him. She couldn’t deny his observation even as her cunt ached from the rutting he’d given her so well. It was hard to pull her attention away to something else, but the lilting cadence of Gaelic--as obviously angry as it was--made her turn to see what caused the ruckus. A small naked fey, bristled with red hair, was making it clear he wasn’t happy with something. The little imps that had congregated were offended but flitted off. The woman--Jessie? She though she remembered--appeared at his side to hug and kiss him, and thank the other ugly little creature holding more jelly cakes. Carmen’s mouth automatically watered at the sight of them, but she wasn’t sure she could take much more.

Out of nowhere, Jessie’s voice addressed her and Beej.

An offer to have one final fling. She’d decided against the minotaur and the other ghost, and this was just as tempting--part of her brain’s reasoning to decline the other’s offers was because of its demand to be bred and she wanted nothing but Beej’s come inside her, but another woman . . . that was a different twist.

Beej told her again that it’d be sexy to watch, just like he had with the suggestion of the minotaur. He’d even deliberately put her pussy on display, sending more ripples of pleasure through her, making her rock again as if to showcase how desirable she was. She knew he was telling the truth, he liked to see her blissed out. And wasn’t a top male fantasy two women together? Two things gave her pause, however, even as she admitted she was aroused by the thought. “That might be fun, but . . . you’re so small--no offense!--I don’t think I would hurt you, but it isn’t fair if I don’t do something for you,” Carmen replied, and glanced back at her lover for the second concern, “and my pussy’s a little sore. I don’t think I could take having you do anything with a cock still in me, but I’ve been filled with so much come I think it’d be like a flood and maybe not very pleasant for you . . .”

⁂

Pink placed her own hand over the back of Kadus' as his fingers parted her hair. The expression he wore as he took her in, admiring her flowers and vines, made her blush. Her lips curled into a smile so wide it ached, and although he'd agreed to come with her, to meet Carmen and Beej, she couldn't resist the urge to cup his cheeks and kiss him again, sucking gently at his lips to hold them to her own.

When she pulled back with a soft whine of desire, she closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath. Opening them once more, she took his hands in hers and floated toward the other side of the clearing, where she'd left her lover and the rest of herself. The grip of her hands was firm yet gentle as she attempted to guide him forward, though she glanced around at the surrounding witches, curious to see if any of them desired to attempt to stop her from leading him away.

Kadus sighed into the sweet kiss Pink graced him with. Her eyes searched his as if expecting to see something--he wasn’t sure what--there, then she kept hold of both his hands to give him a tug of guidance. Sections of his flank shivered, as if flies had alit on him, and he took a half step forward. The audience of witches that had remained put up a little fuss, especially the youngest of the group who had taken soft hold of his cock and had stroked it as it became erect again. He stamped a hind hoof in a mild warning and she was pulled away by another from her coven. “He was kind enough to stand for us,” he overheard the older witch advise. “It isn’t recommended to be demanding of a centaur.”

At least someone had wise advice.

Although some beings more sensitive to sunlight were starting to leave the clearing, there were still a multitude of people finishing their couplings. Although Pink’s feet didn’t touch the ground, Kadus was cautious where he stepped. That meant it took a little longer to get to where she was leading him, but he didn’t mind, because that meant a little longer with her. He kept his fingers laced through hers and stayed close enough behind her that he could still feel the chill of her skin against his chest. It was the easiest thing in the world to press a kiss to her shoulder, and slip a hand under her arm to cup her breast as they made their way across the clearing.

⁂

Jessie grinned at Carmen's admission that the offer sounded enjoyable. She considered her words, and nodded a little, as she understood well how difficult it could be, entertaining the idea of such a tiny lover. As Ollie had shown her, though, being small didn't necessarily mean that you couldn't give your partner pleasure, as long as you know where to touch.

She'd rocked back against Beej when he rubbed her clit, and the swollen nub caught Jessie's eye again as she swallowed, her mouth having begun to water at the positive response. Looking up to Beej, she noticed that he didn't seem upset in the slightest, and any possessiveness he aspired to, it appeared he was comfortable with her offer as well as his lover's seeming openness to the idea.

"Can you help me come a bit closer?" she asked him, hoping he was as helpful as he seemed easy-going.

She giggled softly when one of the tendrils he had been using to swat away imps lowered and extended to her, and she found it all too familiar and comfortable to be wrapped around and pulled upward toward them.

"I understand how awkward it might seem, given my size. Usually Ollie is the same for me, but . . . he has shown me a thing or two about what a dedicated mouth can do, even if it's small. Mind if I get a little closer?"

Jessie addressed Carmen's concerns with compassion, even as she hoped to convince her to allow her the interaction she craved. Beej seemed pleased with her response. It took him only a moment to consider her words before he nodded and lowered her down toward his cock and Carmen's pussy, still held together with her cunt filled to the brim with his seed, plugged by his thick cock, held in place by its sheer girth despite no longer being fully erect.

Jessie looked more closely at their joining, licking her lips and groaning quietly. She seemed entirely undeterred by their size difference as she looked back up to Carmen with pleading eyes.

"I-I can fit your clit in my mouth . . . and I would really get off on sucking you off, if you like . . . don't have to do a thing, 'long as your man can hold me in place. Might be surprised how good it feels coming from such a small mouth."

She spoke again with a tone that started nearly timid, but ended thick and sultry as the thought of how her sensitive flesh would taste made her tongue thick with desire.

Beej chuckled softly and held Jessie in place, not quite close enough to touch Carmen, at least unless his lover granted her permission.

"Mmh . . . wouldn't have to pull out just yet, 'less you want babes," he murmured to her, fingers once again rubbing either side of her pussy. "Bet you'd squeeze the tip of my cock like a vice. It's yer call, Car . . . if ya wanna give it a go, gotta admit watchin' you writhe and pant with 'er mouth on ya sounds like a wet dream come true. Don'cha think?"

He glanced up to BJ as he finished speaking, as though to inquire about his feelings regarding the offer made, intent to stop things if dissent was expressed by any of them.

Being informed on how it all might go, hearing the naked hunger in the other woman’s voice, her lover’s encouragement and the tremble in him that could only be from desire, Carmen couldn’t deny how provocative it all sounded. Her worry about the size different and possibly inadvertently injuring Jessie would be negated if Beej still held her; he could easily prevent her from closing her thighs. And his gentle reassurance that it was still her call made her feel more empowered too.

BJ watched the three of them with half closed eyes, still taking drags from the hookah. He was fully aware of his lover’s indomitable sex drive, and it was no surprise to him that she still burned with arousal. Having the opportunity to be with another woman was too much for her to pass up.

At the question Beej delivered to him, he nodded in agreement. For the other ghost’s ears only, he recommended, “Let Jessie straddle your cock while she’s sucking Carmen’s clit. Don’t hesitate to wrap her up in those little tentacles you’ve got there. Trust me. You won’t regret it.”

He winked as his words were absorbed, and although he promised Jessie he wouldn’t get himself off, he dropped his hand back to his cock and gave himself a stroke. Edging had to be okay. It’d make the release that much more powerful when he finally allowed himself to come. Of course, it’d be easier to hold back with a cock ring, but he’d make the best of it with just his hand. Ollie had no restrictions about any of that, however. He sat importantly on his shoulder and stroked his own erection, just taking in the sight of Jessie between the other two’s legs.

Taking a breath and holding it, Carmen gave Jessie a nod. She saw the small woman scoot closer and settle in. She felt Beej’s fingers still massaging the stretched lips of her pussy. She watched the tendrils he had conjured winding around Jessie like vines, but she dropped her head back to her lover’s shoulder and moaned at the first touch.

tbc . . .

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Festival (29/30)

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Dawn is on the horizon.

At the sound of approaching hoofbeats, Ollie scrambled to BJ’s ankle, hugging it. The brownie, pressed into service by holding the pilfered jelly cakes but ignored during the last bit of time, followed suit and snuck behind his foot as if to make sure he wasn’t trampled by the larger being approaching. Although distracted by Jessie’s return to his shoulder, he held her in place and stooped to pick up the leprechaun. The brownie gibbered something intelligible in a high pitched warble, and Ollie asked if he could be picked up too. Still riding high from vicarious pleasure provided by Jessie, BJ rolled his eyes but complied even as he groused, “I am not a taxi!” The flurry of kisses from Jessie and a for-his-ears-only tease that he was a big softie made him scowl but he couldn’t keep it up for long and the expression morphed into a half smile. Ollie’s kisses in thanks to his bare skin didn’t make as much impression on him, but his lover’s continued joy of her pet and now the brownie did sand down his prickly edges. “Almost dawn. No more Beltane,” Ollie told them, pointing towards the brightening sky.

“You gonna be able to get us home, or are you too exhausted from fucking the night away?” “Too tired. Big bastard do it himself,” the tiny fey replied, somehow finding a way to actually lay down. It took a second for BJ to realize the leprechaun was joking. Jessie laughed and hugged him, and the ugly little brownie too, who skipped in place while still managing to hold the jelly cakes steady. It pained him to admit it, even to himself, but he was glad Ollie had a good night. He also knew that there was a better than average chance that Jessie was going to say she wanted that brownie to come home with them, and he was personally so blissed out he wasn’t sure if he could deny her.

Carmen could barely keep her eyes open. Her entire body, not just her groin, felt sore. She trembled in random small jerks, her throat was raw from crying out, her eyes felt dry. Her lower belly, stretched with come, ached. As much deep desire as she’d had to be filled, that feeling was drifting away and it didn’t seem like such a substantial loss that Beej’s come was leaking out of her. She let him hold and pamper her, pressing a kiss to him and keeping hold on one of his hands, but did turn her head when she heard his clone’s voice.

She’d heard the hoofbeats but hadn’t expected to be greeted by an imposing centaur with a hide so glossy it shone even in the pale light of dawn. What drew her gaze more was the clone’s appearance, from her flower-studded locks to her distended belly; she gasped and held a hand out to her. “Oh my god--you’re gorgeous!” she exclaimed.

“A true representation of a fertility goddess,” Eve agreed. The witch had approached silently. BJ looked up to see this short newcomer, who seemed completely comfortable in the presence of not only fey and a centaur, but two specters as well. “That’s what I told her,” Kadus confirmed, drawing his hands over Pink’s skin from shoulder to heavy breasts, to her belly and thighs. “She says I’ve been kind, but no one else here was as attentive to my needs. I’ve been honored she chose me as a partner.” Carmen asked Beej to let her stand. He complied. The flood of come as he finally pulled out made her inner thighs slick and the ground below her wet--the last imps brave enough to try and beat the sun immediately lapped at the ground for a last taste. She held onto him to steady herself; her knees were weak as she reached for his female clone too. Her hands slid along her belly as well. The small pink flowers in her pubic hair trembled and lightly Carmen brushed over them too, although it was more in awe with no overt sexual undertone. She was finally able to drag her eyes back to the centaur who obviously was just as enthralled. “It’s nice to meet you, Kadus,” Carmen said. “Thank you for being so open to a lover who isn’t, well, alive.” It was hard to express how happy it made her that Beej’s clone, and essentially him, found acceptance and pleasure. “As I said, I was honored. I will admit I am not overly familiar with specters and their ilk, so I am grateful that she approached me. If she was ever permitted to come to visit me, she’d be treated as treasured guest.” He looked to Beej as he finished, with understanding he was her original and had the control. “Kadus. There isn’t much time left.” The minotaur who’d approached Carmen several times through the evening called from near the bonfire. The centaur raised a hand in acknowledgment and whispered to Pink, “I have to go. Thank you, ροζ goess μου, for tonight. You’ve fulfilled me and look as though you’re carrying my child, which makes this festival mean even more to me. I hope to see you again.”

Jessie looked over the massive centaur and the pink-haired ghost with all her flowers and vines, looking every bit like fertility personified. Her heart fluttered a little in her chest at how beautiful and different they were from everything else she had seen that night. She vaguely wondered if her touch was strong enough to get off a partner that large . . . she glanced at BJ and smirked. A mental image of him in that shape, though allowing him his black and white stripes along the lower torso and limbs.

She turned her attention back to Ollie and the little brownie who'd been so sweet as to help him bring the cakes she'd wanted. Sincerely hoping that they would affect BJ the way they had her and Ollie, she hugged both of the smaller creatures affectionately, enjoying being their size for the moment to show her appreciation in a way that soon she wouldn't be able to anymore. She had no qualms with hugging and holding Ollie's smaller form, but found full-body hugs far more satisfying.

"Thank you again, honey. Tonight was wonderful, and I'm glad you shared part of your life with us. I've never been anywhere like this before, done anything quite like this before."

She kissed his lips one more time, cupping his cheeks as she did so, though the kiss wasn't sloppy or impassioned, but soft and sweet.

"And thank you, too baby. For letting this night happen, for indulging and letting yourself unwind a little."

She leaned to kiss his skin, aching impatiently to be her usual size again if only to kiss him properly. Of course, the desire to give him sweet relief, to take him and be claimed again was the most engulfing of her urges. The desire to simply kiss and hold and touch him the way she was used to was equally potent, and she hoped he could feel the distinction between her yearning for him with her body and with her heart.

All at once, she recalled that Eve seemed to know the man who tried to capture Ollie - and Eve was present. She looked her way and with some concentration she spoke to her.

"Hello, again. Thank you so much for running off that asshole earlier- I was wondering if you could tell me generally where he stays? Just . . . worried about a recurrence."

Beej gave a soft hiss as his sensitive tip slipped from Carmen's tight heat, and quickly focused on returning his cock to its typical size and shape. As much as he was pleased to fuck his lover with any number of genitals, he knew he would be most comfortable with the body he was familiar with.

He held her steady as she reached out for his clone, who reached out to take her hand, smiling happily and blushing at being complimented so. Kadus' large, warm hands roaming her body so tenderly made her smile and blush more deeply, and the descriptions of her form made her giggle softly.

"Yer all too sweet," she murmured, feeling the color deepen in her face and hair. Having so many eyes on her was for once rather pleasant.

She looked palpably saddened when the minotaur reminded Kadus that their time to leave had come. His words about her being welcome made her heart ache, and Beej could see the expression on her face. He knew that feeling on sight, and immediately sought to offer some consolation.

With a snap of his fingers, one of his metallic pink beetles appeared. He looked at one of the larger flowers she'd sprouted and the plastic shifted shape to resemble the blossom instead. A soft black cord protruded from the plastic to allow the centaur to wear or hang it if he chose, and it floated to him.

He looked to Carmen and asked, "Are we riding with Eve to get home? Might be a little bit until we're back at the crypt . . . if you wanted to wait to put me away, she'd technically have as long as you allow before she'd be pulled back into me."

Pink looked startled and hopeful, glancing between Carmen and Kadus.

"You mean . . . I could walk him home, sorta?" she asked almost bashfully. "I'd be back the moment ya say the word three times... I'd like to see, if . . . if it's alright with you."

She looked between them, clearly addressing both.

Carmen was as surprised as Beej’s female clone looked; it hadn’t occurred to her that she had any power to dictate his clones. If it was something the clone, and essentially Beej, wanted, she wouldn’t deny the chance, but had no clue how any of that worked. She looked to her cousin for guidance.

Suddenly the center of attention by both the woman who somehow had made herself so small--a woman who’s aura was an odd and unsettling combination of dark sooty swirls that looked attached to her like tar, and an unearthly light that glimmered randomly and had a beckoning pull; Eve made a mental note to speak to her privately, but only after she’d meditated and wove protective spells around herself--asking her about Andy and her cousin’s unspoken but clear deference to Beej’s clone’s situation, Eve gave herself a shake to center herself.

She hoped Jessie understood the clone’s situation was more pressing. With a nod to Jessie that she’d heard the question, she turned her attention to Kadus, the clone he’d taken as a partner, and Beej. “I don’t know how crossing over into another plane would work, once dawn truly breaks,” she cautioned. “The doors are open because of the night, and seal afterward. Usually once they’re closed, they don’t open again until another night of power, which may be Samhain, or it may be a full year from now. “I have heard that some cross the barriers on their own, but it takes powerful magic or an intimate knowledge of where doors may be located to do so. Beej, you’re unique, so I’m not sure if your name . . . curse supercedes all that.” She took a breath before continuing. “Would you be prepared to accept that she would be missing from you if she doesn’t cross back?” The witch didn’t want to sound dire, but she wanted to impress that this was an unprecedented situation, and to understand what the consequences may be. As her cousin spoke, laying out that she simply didn’t know, Carmen’s hold on her lover tightened. Although she loved that clone, she realized it wasn’t truly her decision. She’d support Beej; if he didn’t want to risk losing that part of his personality, that was fine. If he wanted to let her try and let the chips fall where they may, that was fine too. Despite Kadus still holding her, Carmen reached forward to take her hand, squeezing it too.

While her cousin and Beej conferred with his clone and the centaur, Eve turned her attention to the taller specter and the little people hitching a ride on his shoulders. “I heard what you said,” he told her. “If we take this one home--” He jerked a thumb at the brownie that had taken a seat, holding two jelly cakes and watching everything with bright eyes, beside the leprechaun she recognized.

“--it ain’t gonna get back to where it’s supposed to be either, huh?” The mild resignation in his gravelly voice made her smile. “No, brownies have a little different kind of power. He can go where he wants, and there are ways to permanently banish him,” the witch answered truthfully. She reached upward and stroked the little being’s back. “I’d recommend just politely asking him to go, though. You don’t want bad luck.” The other specter made a noise halfway between a snort and a chuckle, and Eve saw the woman pinch him lightly as she whispered something to him.

“As for your question . . .” she said, addressing the woman directly, “Andy is . . . well, Andy. He has raw power and could be a pillar of strength in a coven, but he prefers to eskew tradition. That isn’t frowned upon--we don’t have hard and fast rules about what people must or must not do. He is not above reproach, however, and the little stunt he pulled earlier wasn’t unnoticed.”

BJ shifted his gaze between Jessie and this witch. “What little stunt? Is this what you were talking about earlier, beautiful, with some asshole grabbing Ollie? Who is this guy?” This ghost reminded her slightly of Beej, but gave off a darker vibe. Eve wasn’t sure if she liked his piqued, angrier interest. “Andy’s a solitary warlock with some superiority issues,” she clarified.

BJ lowered his head in thought for a moment. “There was a guy who saw me and Ollie once, and followed you in that store--remember, baby? He showed a little too much interest in Ollie--” Eve interrupted. “We’ll have a chat with him.” She tried to be forceful, but didn’t miss the look he and the woman shared. They’d obviously been partners for a while, well in tune with each other, trading unspoken thoughts like that. A ‘chat’ wasn’t what was going through their minds.

In an effort to shift the conversation, she gestured towards the branch outside the clearing that he’d draped his suit over and said, “That incubus is finally gone. You should get your clothes and have Ollie take you back home.”

tbc . . .

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