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blue-jisungs · 4 months

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indirect kisses

author's note. i started writing it ages ago but yes here we go (i thought id be cuter but meh take it or leave it)

summary. two clueless idiots in love, literally

the first time you do it, he’s oblivious. well, he senses something’s "wrong" by the reaction of his friends but doesn’t seem to notice what.

you’re hanging out at the coffee shop, the eight of you giggling at some jokes. you’re currently teasing sunghoon while you wait for your drinks.

the seating is kind of weird but it’s almost a miracle that such a small room fitted you all. you’re seated next to jungwon, at the end of the couch while the older members are in front of you. sunoo and niki are on jungwon’s left.

suddenly the device that you got from the waitress started beeping – a sign that your order is ready to pick up. you stood up, grabbing the item.

“wait for me! i’ll help you!” jungwon said and followed you. you grinned and with his help you were able to carry the eight drinks back to the table.

you sat down and continued your conversation that already shifted to a different topic. everyone got something else to drink, so you took a sip of your boba and took a quick look at jungwon. he was hesitantly mixing his iced coffee with the straw, listening to the convo.

you took another sip and he suddenly looked at you, catching you staring. as you felt your cheeks beat up, you had to come up with a good cover quickly.

his smile grew when you put the drink near him.

“wanna try? or switch? you don’t seem to enjoy yours” you giggled quietly.

jungwon took your drink and sipped through the straw, not thinking much about it. his eyes widened, nodding his head.

“woah it’s so good! you can try mine if you want?” he offered and you did the same, drinking his coffee through the straw.

jungwon looked away for a second. because of that he missed your playful smile, however, he caught a glimpse of jay and heeseung exchanging looks.

another time happens when no one is around and only after thinking about it at the end of the day, jungwon realised it may have been an indirect kiss.

you were just finishing your makeup, jungwon laying on his bed and scrolling through tiktok.

“are you ready yeeeeet?” he whined. you were going to the cinema to see barbie, it would be just you, him and jay so he didn’t understand why’d you care so much. but then again, the pink dress code was a must – so here you were, putting oily lipgloss on your pink lips.

jungwon suddenly halted and watched you apply the product, mesmerised. when you were done you smacked your lips and smiled, suddenly catching eye contact with him through the mirror.

“want some?” you asked teasingly, sure he’d reject.

but it was so oily and shiny… and probably smelled nicely. and his lips were a bit dry…

“yeah!” he grinned and got up excitedly like a kitten. in no time he was next to you, all giggly.

you put your lipgloss on his lip precisely, smiling softly.

“done! let’s go now, hm?” you titled your head and moved your gaze back to his eyes, sparkling with joy.

they say third time’s the charm. well, it wasn’t necessarily a charm, quite the opposite: you two were acting so awkward afterwards.

but it definitely made something shift in jungwon.

you were just saying goodbyes after hanging out with the boys. it all happened so quick, jungwon didn’t even realise at first.

you leaned in to place a farewell kiss on his cheek but someone called him, causing him to turn his head. then he felt his lips brush against yours.

“eeek!” you shrieked surprised and leaned away, looking at him in shock.

“–those cool cards! jungwon…?” jake asked, not aware what he just did.

heeseung shook his head, looking at both of you: cheeks going red, blown pupils, nervous fiddling of fingers.

“yeah, uhm… oh, look! my bus is here! bye, goodnight!” you yelled out in panic and before jungwon could mutter a bye, you were already hopping on the bus.

“what…” he mumbled, touching the corner of his lips.

that’s when he realised.

he has a crush on you.

jungwon tried to play it cool, as if he wasn’t affected by you. two weeks have passed since you accidentally kissed and yet, he couldn’t help but replay the memory in his head. he was more nervous and sense around you, which you tried to ignore.

trying to think of an excuse to ease up the tension, you bought some sweets and went to visit them.

they were playing games and because it was jungwon’s turn, jay opened the door for you. you could see how the younger one tensed a bit once he realized you’re here. jay noticed a sad glint in your eye but couldn’t react.

"i brought something sweet!" you called, causing sunoo and sunghoon to turn around with curiosity.

unpacking the sweets, jungwon’s turn ended. riki, heeseung and jake who were playing with him joined you.

"do you have chips? or ramyeon? hee ate the last one yesterday" jake asked, sticking his head between your and sunoo’s arm. you giggled, shaking your head.

"nope, sorry. i can go grab some quickly if you want” you hummed and caught jungwon’s ebony eyes on you.

"okay, that’s great! you can grab some coke while you’re at it–" riki grinned and jungwon smacked him gently.

"i’ll go with you" he said softly, the boys exchanging looks. you nodded and grabbed the empty bag, going towards the door.

sunghoon wanted to chime in that he’ll go too but jay put a hand over his mouth just in time.

"we’ll be back in a moment" you called and jungwon closed the door.

the walk to the store was quite awkward. hands in pockets, jungwon strangely didn’t speak – and you didn’t either, sending w weird atmosphere between you two.

you grabbed the stuff the boys wanted and some matcha flavored pocky for you.

"i’ll pay" were the first words that jungwon said, voice stern but soft. you didn’t even have the chance to argue because he already put his credit card to the reader, grabbing the bag.

you huffed and grabbed the pocky, opening it. focused on grabbed the sweets carefully not to break them, you didn’t notice it was pouring outside.

"y/n" jungwon called when you put one in your mouth. just in time he put his hand in front of you, preventing you from stepping right in the rain.

you looked at him, eyes wide. jungwon cursed mentally at how cute you were right now–

"oh, right. my bad" you mumbled and stepped back, squeezing himself next to him "what do we do now?"

you munched on the pocky and shook your head. jungwon looked at you, tightening his lips.

„we wait" he mumbled, palms sweating. he hated this. why it all feels so stiff and different?

"you want some?" you asked, pointing at the pocky.

jungwon wasn’t thinking clear.

he leaned in and took a bite of the picky that you held between your lips instead of taking one of the box.

eyes widening and bloody rushing to your cheeks at the sudden proximity. jungwon realized what he’s doing and saw your reaction. leaning away with a gasp and face as red as the border:carnival cover.

"y– i’m… well, i didn’t– wh…" he stuttered.

"if you wanted to kiss me you just could’ve said so" you scoffed and he realized something: you were totally serious.

chewing on the pocky, you stuck your gaze at the droplets falling on the pavement.

"i don’t know what’s going on with you lately but… if i did anything wrong, i’m sorry" your voice was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear you.

"no! i mean… no, you didn’t. it’s just that… i think i like you, like… like like you more than a friend" jungwon was stuttering over his own words, his stomach turning into a tight knot out of anxiety. he shouldn’t have said this. he just ruined your whole friendship, didn’t he?

for a moment you both stared at the rainfalls dripping from the small awning above you. the soothing sound made you forget about what he you said.

"wait, you like me?" you yelped, turning around at him. you almost dropped the pocky box "i like you too!"

"huh?" he tilted his head, blinking in surprise.

"i’m sorry junnie but you’re so oblivious. i… i’ve been giving you signs… i think” you mumbled and saw him shake his head "the coffee shop? the lipstick? and…"

"oh" his eyebrows shot up "i’ve been dying. can i kiss you properly now?"

"yes, please" you murmured. jungwon stepped closer and put the shopping bag on the floor, taking the pocky from your hands. putting it to the bag, you two looked at each other with flushed cheeks.

then, he cupped your cheeks gently. his hands were cold but you didn’t mind. the beautiful ebony eyes of his scanned your face for a while before he finally leaned in, plush lips landing on yours.

the faint taste of the sweetness lingered on your lips, jungwon melting. he felt like he was on cloud nine, the kiss gentle and tender. suddenly, he felt your hands sneaking around his waist. when the lack of oxygen started to make its (lack of) presence, the boy pulled away. he looked like an excited kitten, eyes sparkling.

"can we do that more often?" he hummed, lips forming into a mischievous smirk.

"we can if we’re making it official" you teased, nudging his arm. he nodded and grabbed the bag.

"i’d be more than happy to do so" jungwon said, not able to resist his smile and excitement in his voice "let’s just… don’t tell the boys, yet"

you nodded and quickly pecked his lips before sneaking a hand into his.

"let’s go back then, they’ll get suspicious" you nodded. jungwon intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

when you came back at the dorms, the younger ones (and sunghoon) only noticed your wet hair and dripping clothes. jay, heeseung and jake though saw the way your eyes glimmered when you looked at each other and the pretty pink shade of your cheeks.

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sharksandjays · 7 months

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I think something that Dragons Rising is doing so so well is making the ninja cooler.

I know that sounds weird. But listen. The ninja aren't the main characters anymore! Wanna know who the main characters are? Arin and Sora. Two 15 year olds. Two kids, one of which was raised learning about the ninja and how cool they are.

And the thing is, they are cool! But in the older seasons, the ones focused on the ninja themselves, we focus on the flaws (because the whole point of their seasons are character development.) We don't see them as cool as they are because the narration is from their point of view. Everything that they do is just day-to-day stuff. And, honestly, we get desensitized to all the things we'd normally think is cool because to them its normal!

I think my first epiphany of this was back in season 2 i think when Jay, who is generally perceived to be the weakest of the ninja, easily judo flips Darreth like its nothing, and we know that guy isn't the lightest of people. I saw that and went "huh." because if it wasn't him interacting with a normal citizen i wouldnt think anything of it. If it was him sparring with lloyd or something id be like "yeah whatever ninja do that." but it wasnt until i saw it from outside the ninja's perspective that it really made me think wow these kids are cool.

And thats exactly what dragons rising is doing. Arin is the main character. Our narrative point of view is coming from his eyes. We focus less on the ninja's flaws and more on what makes them awesome. We are looking at them through an inexperienced, child based, point of view. When seeing Lloyd do fancy sword maneuvers would have been normal because pshaw everyone does that is now really cool because wow you dont see that every day.

Dragons Rising allows us to go huh. These are ninjas that have been training and fighting for more than 10 years together. They are really freaking COOL for that.

So Arin, i'm behind you kid. I get your ninja fandom too.

#can you tell ive been listening to the dragons rising ost for 8 hours now #the music is giving me the feels #making me go rhhhhghhhhhh for the little plastic ninjas #ok but seriously lloyd is SO FREAKING COOL #THANK YOU ARIN FOR LETTING US SEE THIS #but yeah i told you guys id do dragons rising analysis #ninjago #ninjago thoughts #sharkanalysis #ninjago lloyd #dragons rising

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sumaneun-stars · 8 months

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'Save It - 02'

(smut)

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut

Warnings. Masturbating, use of nicknames (good girl, princess etc.), swearing, fingering, cum eating

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

A/n: Should I end it with 3 chapters? ;)

While getting dressed for work, the dream never left his mind. The sounds of you moaning was heaven to him. The expressions you made were tattooed on his brain. His hand unintentionally moved down and started stroking his cock.

“Hmph- y/n, god you sound so beautiful” He groaned.

He started rubbing faster, imagining your walls wrapping around his cock- so tight and soaked in his cum, moaning his name,only his name. Jay imagined your hands pulling on his hair, legs around his waist. He came in his hands and was perplexed about his actions. He had never masturbated in his life- you were making him do things he never imagined he would do. How can he face you now?

Jay’s phone rang beside him, the caller being his mother. How was he gonna face his mother after he had just masturbated?

The car pulled up in front of you and you opened the door for your boss. Before you could say 'good morning’, he walked past you. He was still angry at you.

Last night you refused Heeseung’s invitation because you were a crying mess.

You explained to Mark about the party, and he patted your back in comfort.

“Maybe you can convince Sunghoon, Jay will take it as an apology. You're friends with his girlfriend right?” Mark asked.

“Yeah… but that won’t be enough for him to forgive me” you pout.

You walked into the office with Jay's coffee and daily documents. Jay noticed you approaching him. He looked up at you, the dream flashing before his eyes.

"Your coffee and documents sir” you said slowly.

‘Sir'. You said ‘sir’ to Heeseung in his dream. And the table… it was the one right before his eyes. Jay ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. How could you-

“I’m sorry about last night, sir” you said, looking down.

Jay’s thoughts froze at your words. He leaned back on his chair to face you.

You handed him an apology letter saying ‘I couldn’t say it in words’ written on the front. Jay took the letter in his hands, before shredding it to pieces- watching your jaw slowly drop. He got up and moved closer to you.

“I want to hear your voice, and what exactly your mistake was” he said, now inches apart from your red face.

Your mouth went dry at his words.

“I- I didn’t follow your orders”

“Mhm” Jay hummed, moving a strand of your hair from your face, and tucking it behind your ear. You shivered at his touch.

“A- and spent my time on Mr. Lee instead of obeying you”

“You?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Sir. You sir" you looked up at him.

Jay moved even closer and his hands started to fix your collar.

“I hope in the future you pay attention only to me at work, and not to Mr. Lee during business hours. Understood?” Jay said softly.

“Yes sir” you smiled in relief.

He straightened your collar and patted your head in approval.

“Good girl. Next time no lying okay? Now go ahead” he smiled, but before you left Jay’s phone rang, the caller id was his mother but..he cut the line rather aggressively.

You left the office, silently cheering in happiness, now feeling motivation to please him. You found it odd at the fact that he smiled at you and the call- but you honestly didn't care right now.

You knocked on the door, yet there was no response. You knocked again a little harder.

“Coming!” you heard the familiar voice from inside.

The door opened. “Gosh, you look like shit”

“I know right, tell me about it" You said as you invited yourself inside the penthouse.

“Unnie(elder sis in korean) what’s wrong? You alright?" She asked in a concerned yet teasing tone.

“I need your help” You finally spilled out.

“Ooh my help? Now I’m curious" she chuckled.

“Haha very funny, I need something from you" You said more clearly.

“What is it? I’ll give it to you, you're my Unnie after all” She smiled

“I want your boyfriend”

“What?” she exclaimed, pointing the spoon in her hand at you.

"Chill woman, I don't want to fuck him or date him- I want him to collab with us on your new project" you said as you lowered the spoon which she was holding at your face.

"No can do bae, Sunghoon never brings business matters into home, all confidential and stuff" she said.

"Haneul" you whined. ”Remember all the tutoring I did for you in college, help me out here~”

“Unnie~ remember all the times I corrected your spellings in essays??” She whined back.

“Ugh- but tutoring takes more effort"

“Putting up with you takes more effort,” Haneul teased you, pinching your nose.

Haneul was your college junior, she came to you for advice on projects and eventually you two became friends. The age gap never bothered you. It was shocking to you when Haneul said that she was dating Sunghoon, but you were happy for them anyway.

“So, why do you suddenly want Hoon to collaborate?” she said as she sipped her coffee.

“Well… I made a mistake and Jay is mad at me for that so, I want to make it up to him… earn his trust” You said.

“Mhm what was the mistake?” she asked.

You explained to her about meeting Jay’s enemy until-

“Who is the enemy?” Haneul asked

“Heeseung”

“WHAT?"

"You met Heeseung? THE Lee Heeseung? she freaked out.

You closed your ears to her freaking out.

“Oh my god you two have to hook up! I shipped you guys so much” Haneul said.

“I know- wait what? No! He’s the enemy- Jay’s enemy!"

“Oh come on, I always wanted him to fuck you. You two were so cute in college” She protested

“Well that was in college" you said as you sipped the coffee.

“Unless you have feelings for Jay~” Haneul teased you.

You stayed silent to her words, hoping not to get caught.

“UNNIE? YOU LIKE JAY? WHAT THE FRICK?”

You smiled sadly at her knowing that your fantasies with Jay would never come true. You gave up on Jay just like you gave up on your first love… Heeseung. It was like Haneul could read your mind, she walked closer and hugged you from behind in a comforting manner.

“I’m sure he has feelings for you too Unnie" she said as she rubbed your shoulder.

You smiled at her, grateful for having her by your side. She was there with you from the beginning, supporting you. The both of you didn’t need to express each other's gratitude, you already knew.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Jay sighed and laid himself on his king sized bed. It had been two days and that nightmare still haunted him. He needs you. He became so horny every time he saw you. He took out his phone and started scrolling through your instagram account. You looked so cute in a hoodie, most of the posts were of night skies and walks, maybe because you only had free time in the night due to all the work during the day.

He suddenly realized that you had never taken a day off. He wanted you to have the break you deserve. While scrolling further down, Jay saw a picture of you and Heeseung in college. His arm was wrapped around your waist and your head was resting on his shoulder. The both of you were smiling so widely and brightly. It hurt Jay at the fact that he couldn't make you smile the way Heeseung did.

You needed a break. You dropped yourself on your bed, feeling exhausted. Maybe you really should use one of those ‘paid leaves’ you have. While in thought, you receive a notification.

“Hey! What are you doing?” it was Heeseung's text.

“I’m on my bed… tired" You realized how wrong that sounded.

“You need a break Y/n… I mean it”

You smiled at his text.

“Wanna hang out tomorrow?” he asked

“Yeah... I’m taking a leave tomorrow”

You needed one.

“Awesome! I’ll pick you up at 9"

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

“That’s all you have to do" You said to the new secretary who would be filling in for you for the day.

“I’m so excited to see him! He’s so hot" she squeaked.

“Sohee, focus” you got annoyed at her for thinking of Jay like that.

You saw Jay’s car approaching and you opened the door for him with your usual ‘good morning sir'. He hummed in approval and walked past you.

“Oh. My. God. He's so attractive, I can't breathe!” Sohee whispered in your ear, you suddenly wondered if Sohee was the right person for the job.

Jay prepared an entire speech to convince you to go on a one day trip with him today. And he was ready to do it.

“Y/n, come to my office" he talked through the telephone.

“Come on, let’s go Sohee” you need this break, and you were gonna show Jay his secretary for the day and try to convince him. You had good news too.

You entered the room with Sohee behind you. Jay looked up at you and noticed a person behind you. He frowned at the sight.

“Sir, I managed to convince Park sunghoon into our project” You smiled at him, expecting a compliment for your work, maybe another… 'good girl'.

“Hm” your smile falters, all you got was a dry ‘hm’. You got a little mad but remembered the reason you were here.

“Who is this?” Jay looked at you and regretted not complimenting you more. He knew how hard it is to convince people, but he was too lost in his thoughts of this ‘new’ person. He made a mental note to treat you later.

“Ah this is Sohee, your secretary for the day, sir" Sohee stepped in front of you and bowed down in respect.

“For the day?” he raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner.

“Yes sir, I will be taking a day off” Jay was upset, you didn’t tell him beforehand, but when his eyes met yours he felt bad. Your eyes pleaded approval, it was like a caged bird begging to be released.

“I hope you have taught her the necessary, y/n" his voice was cold as ice, and it had a hint of hurt in it.

“Yes sir, you are in good hands” You said, smiling.

“Leave” he said with no emotion.

The both of you turned to leave until-

“Not you, y/n"

You gulped and walked back to his table, rethinking your decision of a breakout.

“Yes sir?” you asked politely.

“When will you be back?” he looked at you.

“Tomorrow sir”

“If Sohee does anything that doesn't please me, it will be on you y/n" he warned you in hopes of making you stay.

“Yes sir” you said shakily. You now started to worry. Jay noticed that and softened.

“I’m glad you deci-" he was interrupted by your phone ringing.

You took out your phone and noticed the name ‘heeseung’ on the screen. You put it away quickly, hiding it from Jay- but he gets a glance at the contact.

“I shouldn’t keep you waiting," he gestured to the door.

“Thank you sir, I’ll come to check on you in the evening… promise” Jay sent a sad smile your way, but when you said ‘promise’- he felt reassured.

You waved goodbye to Mark and ran to the entrance, feeling free. You saw Heeseung smiling and waving at you. Feeling euphoric, you jumped and hugged him. He laughed and reciprocated the tight hug.

“Feeling good huh?” Heeseung said, once you pulled away.

“Better than ever” you smiled back.

Heeseung opened the door of his Mercedes for you, and you got in, giggling at his behavior.

Jay watched the whole interaction from his office balcony. Feeling rage, he threw the champagne glass to the floor, watching it shatter into pieces.

Sohee ran to the sound of glass breaking.

“Sir, are you okay?” She looked at the glass on the floor.

“Didn’t anyone teach you how to knock on the door? Clean this up!” He raised his voice at her, making her run out of the room in a hurry.

'Did she really take a day off because of Heeseung? Does she have feelings for him? Is she in a relationship with him?' Jay’s mind was flooding with questions, and suddenly he could see the dream before his eyes. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair and went through his drawers to find his bottle of honey. Eating honey always made Jay calm down, it was like his stress food.

Later during the day, Jay threw himself at work to not get distracted by your absence.

“Sohee, please bring the documents” Jay said to the telephone.

She entered and gave the document to Jay, smiling like an idiot.

"Do you need anything else sir-”

“This is not the document I wanted,” he said with a stern face.

“Then which one?” she asked, confused.

“The one with the marketing prices” Jay rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

“Oh- I put that in the shredder-” she stuttered.

“YOU WHAT?” he got up from his seat in anger.

“I’m sorry- I thought I was supposed to-”

“Do you know how important that is?" He yelled, throwing the document on the floor.

You, on the other hand, were having a blast. Heeseung took you to all the famous places in Korea. It felt refreshing and all but… empty. You felt empty. Something was bothering you… was it Jay? 'How is he? What is he doing? Did Sohee mess up anything? Does he… miss me?'

“Y/n, you okay?” Heeseung said beside you.

“Huh- oh yeah of course!” you two were currently at a balcony of a cafe.

“Is it Jay?” Heeseung looked down.

You sighed. "Yeah” You felt relieved to spill that word out.

“I know you like him,” Heeseung said, raising his head up to look at you.

“Hee, I’m sorry” You finally faced him

“No, don’t be. I shouldn't have let you go during college, back when we both liked each other” Heeseung noticed the sad look in your eyes and moved closer to hug you. You sobbed on his shoulder. This was your closure for your 3 year crush. Every happy and sad memory you shared with him made your heart flutter back then, but now your heart was beating for someone else. You were thankful that heeseung was your first.

Heeseung patted your back in a comforting manner, trying not to break down. It hurt him to see you looking at Jay at the party. He hated looking into your eyes which searched for someone else. He hated himself for not confessing back in college… but now it was too late, and it was right to let go.

“Seeing you still wearing long sleeves means, Jay doesn’t know, does he? Heeseung said after pulling apart.

“No… he doesn’t” You looked down at your feet.

Heeseung noticed your expression and patted your head. "I still remember finding out for the first time, when they pushed you into the pool”

“Yeah… I'm still thankful that you took me out of there. You were the only person who treated me the same afterwards, not questioning it once… that’s why I fell for you” You smiled at the memory.

“It was hard to carry you out of the pool though, my poor arms,” Heeseung teased.

“Shut up, Hee” you chuckled.

“Where to now, cry baby?” he teased you again.

“The office, bambi” you replied.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

“What are you doing, Sohee?” Mark questioned, annoyed having to deal with her.

“Making latte for Mr. Park as an apology” she said, rolling her eyes.

“If he didn’t ask for it, then don’t. Didn’t y/n inform you of his coffee time?” Mark warned.

“Ugh, what is up with this y/n! Mr. Park has been mentioning her the entire day!” Sohee stomped her foot and looked at Mark.

“Maybe because you aren't as good as her, and you're ruining her position!” Mark got up from his seat and raised his voice.

“She doesn’t know him like I do” she mumbled and walked towards Jay’s office with the Latte.

“What did yo-”

“Why are you both fighting?" You entered the scene.

“Y/n! Oh my god i missed you” Mark walked to you and hugged you.

“Hey- yeah I did too, but why were you both arguing?” You looked between Mark and Sohee.

Sohee scoffed and turned to open Jay’s office door but was pulled forward. Just like that, the latte spilled on Jay. There was a series of gasps from everyone, except Jay.

“I- I’m- so sorry Mr. Park, I just wanted to-” Sohee stuttered.

“Leave" he walked back into his office but stopped, and looked at you. Maybe you were crazy but you swore you saw his gaze travel down to your lips, his eyes stayed lingering on that specific area a little longer than necessary.

You're dead meat. You carefully made your way into his office, he was in front of his desk, unbuttoning his shirt which was stained with coffee. He was definitely angry. You walked to the mini bar and grabbed the extra shirt you always kept in the drawer. Jay heard your footsteps and turned to face you.

You gently removed his hands and started to undress him. Your heart was beating so fast. You were so happy to see him even though he was mad at you. Jay watched you remove his shirt eagerly. You grabbed a tissue from his desk and slowly wiped the coffee off his chest. Jay’s breathing was heavy, your fingertips were brushing over his nipples so delicately. He bet you could feel his beating heart. You got the shirt for him and made him wear it, and he had somehow calmed down now. When he heard your voice outside his office, he ran to the door and instead of being greeted by you- this happened.

“Where did you get the shirt from?” Jay asked softly.

“I’m your secretary, I know you and I’m prepared for anything” You smiled up at him.

“Is that so?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, you taught me that” You chuckled softly.

Jay couldn't handle it anymore. He missed you so much. And honestly- he never knew it was possible to miss a person this much. Completely out of control, he launched forward and latched his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. It was filled with emotion. You were taken back by the sudden action, but he tasted so good. You gave in, not caring about anything. Deep down you craved this ever since you looked into those black hole eyes.

The kiss went from sweet to starved. The both of you were like magnets, pushing forward to explore each other more. Jay tilted his head to the side, molding your lips perfectly with his. He ran his tongue on your lower lip, asking for permission to let him in and you nod. The kiss was sloppy, you then felt his hand on your thigh. He lifted you up and sat you on the desk. He looked at you. His eyes were full of lust and hunger and so were yours but. Suddenly you became aware of your surroundings- you were on your boss’s desk- literally making out with him. You looked down, ashamed of your actions.

“Sir- I- I’m sor-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong" Jay raised your chin to make you look up at him.

“But-” you protested.

“I was teaching you and you were following my orders. This lesson never leaves those pretty lips, understand?” he ran his thumb over your lips.

“Yes sir” you said, smiling softly.

“Good girl," Jay said as he made your clothes and lifted you off the table, making you stand. He smiled at your flustered face. you looked so cute in his eyes. Cheeks red that he wanted to kiss you again and again. His fingers were itching to pinch your cheeks.

“If there’s nothing else sir, I'll leave” you regained your 'professional voice' and walked past Jay.

“There will be more lessons, Y/n” Jay smirked at you, feeling excited as you left the room, wondering what else Jay would teach you.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next morning you got up and packed for the business trip that was supposed to be yesterday, but was postponed for today by Jay himself. Sohee did all the booking work for you yesterday, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't feel sorry for her. You smiled at the fact of not doing anything and just going on the trip. Wondering what your boss will do with you on the trip, you got into the car.

“Good morning, sir” you greeted him, nervously.

Jay didn't respond, but continued looking at his tab. The car ride and flight to the hotel in Shanghai was silent. The whole time, you wondered if you did something wrong. Did he regret kissing you? In your 20 years of life that was your first kiss, what if it was only one sided? You wondered how many girls Jay would have made out with, to be so experienced. And that thought made you want to jump off a cliff, no joke.

The both of you finally made it to the hotel. It was pouring outside and you were glad that you wore a black jacket to cover your scars. You both walk to the lobby, giving the information of the booking. Jay got the room keys but… you didn’t. The receptionist said that there was only one room booked. And that Sohee had only booked a suite for the both of you. She was probably hoping to get into his pants yesterday.

“Can we book another room?” You asked the woman.

“No need, just sleep with me,” Jay said without an expression.

The woman side eyed you while you walked awkwardly behind Jay. The both of you made it to the room door and Jay opened it. The room was huge. The living room was the size of your apartment. You walked into the room, and the bed was literally made for sex- the lighting dim and all.

“Do you want to wash up first?” Jay asked as he removed his jacket. And the white shirt he wore underneath was soaked with water making you able to see his bare chest. You gulp at the sight of it.

“Uh- yes sir, i’ll take some time though” you said, chuckling nervously.

“Okay, no problem” Jay moved closer and patted your head lovingly, smiling at you for the first time today and your heart skipped a beat. You smiled back at him and turned to the bathroom, making sure to take your makeup bag.

Before you could open the door to the bathroom, you felt a hand pulling you by the shoulder and making your back hit a hard chest. You could feel Jay’s breath on your ear as he whispered “Don’t forget about tonight's lesson”.

Your heart was beating so fast now, and your breath hitched when Jay kissed your ear lobe, goosebumps all over your skin.

Your body felt relaxed after the cold water shower, after being gifted with your scars, you hated taking hot water showers, even on a rainy day. It was just too painful. You took the foundation to your hands and started applying it on your scars, hoping Jay would never see them. But… What if he does 'tonight's lesson’? Were you gonna have sex tonight?

'Ohhh shit' Now you've started to panic. What would he say after looking at you? Would he treat you the same?

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

You wore your pajama t-shirt and long shorts. Jay was sitting on a chair in the balcony, he had somehow washed up and changed into a hoodie followed by trousers. You could only see his side profile but he still looked gorgeous. This was the first time you saw him in normal clothes. If Jay looked breathtaking in a suit, but now he had no air to even take from you. How could someone look good even in normal clothes, and ONLY FROM THE SIDE?

You made your way over to him and he welcomed you with a smile. You sat on the opposite chair beside him, but he grabbed your wrist and made you sit on his lap. You were startled at first, but when he rubbed your back you slowly relaxed and settled your head on his right shoulder. The both of you were silent, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Jay was rubbing circles on your back, and you felt at ease. The familiar scent of his cologne filled the air around you, the smell that you’ve grown to love ever since day one.

“Are you tired?” Jay asked softly.

“Not really… but can I ask you something?” you played with the strings of his hoodie.

“Of course” Jay said as he looked down at you, his eyes sparkling.

“What am I to you?” you slowly asked, fearing the answer being somewhere along the lines of 'nothing'.

“Hmm… you're a lot of things to me. My baby? My princess? My angel? Or… my girlfriend?” Jay said as he moved the strands of your hair from your face and leaned forward to kiss your nose. You smiled at him and connected your lips with his. It was soft, so soft and sweet. You felt a hand on your thighs and back. He lifted you up bridal style and gently laid you down on the bed. Jay supported himself on his arm and smiled down at you.

“What?” you softly chuckled.

“You're prepossessing” Jay said

“What does that mean-” you said, confused.

“It means your beautiful” Jay kissed your forehead.

You pulled Jay by the strings of his hoodie and kissed him. You felt his palm on your neck, bringing you forward. You ran your tongue on his lower lip and he smiled into the kiss, opening up and letting your wet tongue explore. The two muscles collided with each other, making the both of you moan in unison. You feel Jay’s fingers hook onto the elastic of your shorts, slowly pulling it down. You flinched and pulled away. You were scared he’d see the art on your body, and react.

Jay was confused. Did you not want to have sex with him? Was it because of… Heeseung? It occurred to Jay that you had never mentioned anything about wanting him to be your boyfriend. But there was no way, he knew you liked him- he could feel it. Maybe you weren’t ready for him and he respected that. He could wait for you for as long as you want.

“I- I'm sor-”

“No, it’s fine baby, I'm sorry I didn't ask for permission” Jay apologized genuinely, not meeting your eyes.

“No, that’s not it. It’s just- this is my first time and… I'm kinda scared, and- well- inexperienced” you spilled out.

“Baby there’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced and don’t be insecure, you'd be beautiful even with a clown costume on, and I’m glad i'm your first… thank you for telling me” Jay took your hand in his, making you smile at his confession.

“When you're ready, I'll be there,” he said.

“But I want you…” you pouted.

He chuckled and kissed your nose and lips, making you laugh.

“Okay, just trust me on this, look only at me” You looked nowhere else but at his sparkling eyes. You trust him. You felt his hands slip under your shorts and underwear. You tried to swallow your nervousness.

“Relax princess, tell me when it hurts okay?” Jay kissed the crown of your head and you melted into his touch.

You nodded your head in approval, and he gently moved his hand further down to your folds. He then started to rub his fingers up and down them. You closed your eyes at the satisfaction of his fingers. Jay then pressed his thumb over your sensitive bud, making you moan out loud. He smirked at your reaction- to only his fingers. He started to rub your clit in a circular motion, making you wetter every second. And when he started to speed up his pace your hips jutted upwards- but his hands never left your cunt for that. You were soaking wet now, you looked at Jay and he smirked at you. He collected your slick over his fingers as a lubricant, and slowly pushed his index finger inside. You gasped at the feeling, his fingers entered your core so easily. Jay looked for any signs of pain in your face, but when you moaned his name, he got the green light and then added this middle finger, smirking down at you. You clutched on to the bedsheets and moved your hips forward to feel any sort of friction.

“Needy, are we?” Jay whispered.

“J- Jay! Ah!” You screamed in pleasure when he curled his fingers and sped up.

Jay removed his fingers only to force them back in, making you moan louder. He added a third finger to the game, all while he sped up his thumb over your clit. You had never felt so much pleasure before, and suddenly you felt a tingle in your stomach and by the look on your face, he could tell you were about to cum.

“Don’t hold it in baby, make a mess on my fingers”

And that’s all it took for you to let go, you sank into the sheets of the bed, your head couldn't wrap around the fact that your boss’s fingers were inside you just a second ago. You looked at Jay and found him smiling down at you, fingers still in your cunt.

“That felt so good, Jay,” you said breathlessly.

“I can see that," he chuckled.

You then felt his fingers collecting your cum and bringing it to his mouth. You watched in awe as he sucked his fingers clean, flavoring the taste of your cum. He smirked at you and leaned in and kissed you. Jay let his tongue in and you automatically opened up. You could taste yourself on him, the mixture of his saliva and your cum was sweet. Jay pulled away, and rested his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes

“You taste so fucking delicious” Jay said as his fingers that was in your pussy a minute ago were now cupping your left cheek.

You pressed your lips together and smiled at his words. Jay found that action cute, and kissed your lips, nose, head, cheeks all too fast to process, making you laugh out loud.

“Get changed princess, time for bed" Jay gave a last peck on your lips and you made your way to the bathroom to change your underwear.

When you came back, you found Jay already on the bed, waiting for you. Feeling a little tired, you cuddled next to him. Jay made your head rest on his chest and wrapped his arm over your body. You put your arm over his lower abdomen and moved closer. Jay chuckled at your movements and kissed your head. You could hear Jay’s heartbeat and weirdly, it brought peace to you.

“Jay…” you said after about ten minutes.

He hummed in approval for you to continue.

“I can’t sleep,” you said as you drew patterns over his chest.

“Hmm… come up here” Jay said as he patted the pillow next to his head

You moved upward to the pillow, resting your head while you faced him.

“Close your eyes, love” Jay said, and you followed.

You felt his fingertips on your earlobe, he ran them over your ear in a slow pace as he hummed an unknown melody. Occasionally he moved the hair behind your ear. It was relaxing and comfortable. Soon enough, sleep took over you.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Jay woke up to an uncomfortable pain in his arm, as you faced him and your head was resting on his right arm. His arm was stiff and painful, but you looked so peaceful sleeping beside him. Jay slowly tried to remove his arm by lifting your head, your eyebrows scrunched together at the feeling of losing your human pillow. When he finally succeeded, your eyes shot open.

“Jay, what are you doing?” you asked in a groggy voice.

“Sorry baby, did I wake you up?”Jay asked as he stroked your hair.

“It’s okay, I’m already awake now” you stretched your arms and legs in front of him, making him chuckle at how cute you were. You froze your movements to look at him and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Kissing Jay felt like a dream, and somehow his lips perfectly fitted yours. You wanted this to last forever.

Jay couldn't believe it, he woke up with the woman he loved beside him, who was now his girlfriend. You felt so right, so perfect for him. He used to mess around with girls back in college, just random one night stands. But after he was given the company- he changed his ways. And after three years once you walked through those doors, he found himself a simple crush. Except everyday that crush grew bigger, everyday he fell for you a little harder. Jay loved you so much that it was almost a problem.

He had been putting off the marriage topic with his parents for a while now, always avoiding the calls about they're eyes on one of their business partners' daughters. In his opinion, she was annoying and clingy, he didn't hate her though. Jay wondered how he could tell you this…will you reject him? Should he not mention it at all? No… he knew you wouldn't like that.

It soon became evening. You made yourself comfortable on the couch. Jay had gone out for some work, which made you a little lonely, but you knew he’d come back. Getting up to make tea, you kept the water to boil. You heard a knock on the door, running to it, hoping to meet Jay. Instead you were met with an unknown man who held a bag in his hand. The man was just as surprised as you were.

“This is for Mr. Park” the man said in a rough voice.

"I’ll make sure it gets to him” You said as you tried to take the bag from his hand, but he gripped on the handle a little too long.

“Thank you” you said, finally releasing his grip from it, closing the door.

You look at the cardboard Prada bag in your hand, wondering who had given it to Jay. Curiosity was your biggest weakness- but you had to respect his privacy, and you kept the bag on the counter and went to continue making tea. You passed the counter, making the bag fall on the floor once it hit your arm.

'What the…'

It was a black suit with a white shirt, you picked it up to put it back into the bag, except a letter fell out.

'Hoping to see you in this tonight, darling' were the words written on it, with a heart at the end.

'Darling? It was probably his mother'

You smiled at the cute relationship he had with his mother, realizing how nice as a son and a boyfriend Jay was.

'Or was it his mother?...'

End.

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chaenqen · 5 months

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can i request basically the same thing with the enhypen reacting to rikis new gf but like with sunghoon? thanks cutie !

pretty girl

;; an: so i turned this into a bad girl kind of thing ehe… idk if you wanted sunghoon to have a girly girl but i made her not so girly for this one💀 ;; genre: bad girl, bad boy, school au ;; female reader ;; warnings: mentions of cigarettes. word count: about 700

choke me like you hate me but you love me —

“guys this is yn.” sunghoon motions his hands towards you as if to present you, his friends which are all sitting around a table eating their lunch all look into the direction where he’s pointing to just to find you rolling your eyes and crossing your arms in slight embarrassment and discomfort.

“there was no need to do that now sunghoon.” you mumble towards him as you send your boyfriend an annoyed glare as he motions you to sit down with him at his friends table.

“you sure she’s your girl? she doesn’t really act like your lover, y’know?” jake says nonchalant as he takes a bite off his toast, staring at sunghoon as if he’s waiting for his response yet you chime in.

“you met me one second ago and already start assuming?” your eyes shoot jake a glare as you prop up your arms on the table laying your head on top of them and letting out a groan.

“wanna assume what id like to do next too?” your head shoots up, mouth covered by your arm but your eyes are clearly visible. jake just chuckles at your behavior and not-so-threat-like threats before taking another bite and shrugging his shoulders.

“do i?” your boyfriend quickly stops you from standing up by grabbing your wrist and pulling you back down. “sit.” he orders through gritted teeth “you don’t need to start any arguments already, got it?” as a response you just roll your eyes and hide your face in your arms again before showing him a thumbs up, not actually replying with words.

—

after school, sunghoon and his friends decided to go out for a little bit, wanting to get their minds off school and/or family. “jay, can you go get a pack of cigarettes, mine are empty.” heeseung demonstrates the emptiness of the pack of cigarettes by turning them upside down and wiggling the the red box a few times.

“i can get them.” you chime in, right as jay was about to respond. the boys just look at you, either with raised eyebrows, a smirk, or a confused look on their face as none of them speak.

“noona, you smoke?” ni-ki asks with an amused smirk on his lips as he starts to clap his hands excitingly before getting stopped by sunghoon.

“jay will get them, you’re not doing that again, yn.” he sends you a warning glare which you quickly shrug off.

“do what again? did she steal them once?” sunoo asks with a curios look on his face as you looks between you and sunghoon in search for a response. you chuckle in amusement before giving the younger boy his answer.

“that too, but what he actually meant was that i flirted with the cashier to get my cigs.” your eyes meet sunghoons as you smirk at him knowingly before turning around, waving them goodbye and heading inside the 24 hour shop to get what you needed. heeseung looks amused as he pats his friends shoulder.

“you just gonna let her get her way into another man’s pants?” the smirk on heeseungs face was clearly visible in the neon light of the flickering led sign of the shop.

“yeah… can’t drag her out of there when you guys are here.” sunghoons eyes never leave your figure as he watches you talk to the cashier, seductively leaning onto the counter while you point towards the brand of cigarettes that you wanted. he wasn’t pleased at all yet he couldn’t stop you either because that would make a fuzz too big for his introverted ass to handle so he just keeps an eye on you until you come back out with the wanted and craved pack of cigarettes and a lollipop for yourself.

“here ya go.” you hand them over to heeseung as you unwrap your sweet and stick it in your mouth as you feel sunghoon glaring flames into the back of your head, his hand quickly grabbing your wrist to turn you towards him.

“you wanna continue playing with fire like that? see what happens, pretty girl.”

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haveihitanerve · 2 months

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Wayne Men For Life

“This isn't fair.” Jason complained for the fifth time. “Dick doesn't have to go to some stupid rich people party.” Bruce grinned, fixing his sons tie. “The horror you must now face.” Jason scowled. “Its not funny Bruce!” the 13 year old pouted. Bruce chuckled, standing and reaching out to tousle his kids hair. “Jay bird, buddy, dick had to go to so many of these things when he was your age. And before that. Be happy you only have to go to three this year. Dick would already have been at twelve at this point and have fourteen more in his future. You don't.” he tweaked jason's nose. Jason frowned. “Still not fair.” he muttered. Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. “To you, probably not. Dick must find it even more unfair.” Jason just scowled at the carpet. “Hey. Bud, look at me.” Bruce squatted in front of his charge. “Just do this one night, only two hours, okay? Then we can buy ice cream and watch movies until sunrise aright?” Jason lit up like a firecracker. “Really? Benny's ice cream?” Bruce laughed, standing and swinging his son onto his hip. “Of course! Like i would buy any other!” Jason smiled too. Bruce swung his son in a circle before throwing him up in the air and catching him again. Jason giggled. “Master Bruce!” Alfred reprimanded, walking into the parlor. “You will get Master Jason's suit messed up! Along with your own.” Bruce waved him off, swinging jason onto his shoulders. “Thats alright alfie. I don't mind. Jay bird doesn't either, do you Firecracker?” “nope!” Jason called, beaming. Bruce laughed and Alfreds lips twitched in a smile. “Very well. But i do believe the public might.” Bruce could almost feel Jason wilt on his head. Alfred noticed it too, but it was to late. And besides, he was right. Bruce sighed, gently lifting jason off his shoulders and placing him on the ground. “Alrighty bud. Heres what we’re gonna do alright?” He tipped jason's chin up so the young boy was looking him in the eye. “You're gonna cough really loudly when the chauffeur comes to pick us up, okay? And then ill pretend to really worried and touch your forehead and say you're burning up, and then alfred will take you inside and ill go to the Gala. You can stay here with Alfie and watch some movies and ill be back soon. Okay buddy?” Jason sniffed. “What?” “i believe, Master Jason, what your father is trying to say, is that you should pretend sick to not have to go to the ‘rich people party.”’ Bruce smiled in thanks at his butler. Jason frowned. “But- then you'll go alone.” Bruce smiled. “Thats okay bud. I've been to these before.” he made a throw away hand gesture. Jason nodded. “Okay. But hurry back.” Bruce laughed, leaning to hug his son. “I will. Be good for alfred. And eat some ice cream for me.” he winked and stood, tousling jason's hair one last time. “See ya kiddo.”

“Hey jay bird, no gala after all?” Jason looked up to see his older brother standing in the doorframe, wiping his hands on a towel, shirtless and sweaty. Jason shook his head. “No. Pops said i should fake sick and went without me. What have you been doing?” he looked over at dick who came over, stretching out on the couch. “Training.” Dick answered, closing his eyes. “For what?” jason asked. Dick cracked a smile. “Nothing. Just staying fit. Dad did build an entire jungle gym for me when he took me in. So i figured id try it out again. Try to keep my mind off tonight you know?” He shrugged, sitting up and wiping his face. Jason's brow furrowed. “Why keep your mind off tonight? WHats tonight?” Dick shrugged again. “Just the Gala. But its the first one i wont be attending since Bruce took me in. It feels, kinda weird. Don't get me wrong, i hated those things,” he laughed. “But, a part of me will miss being at Dads side all night, being fawned over.” he laughed again, but it was sadder. Jason frowned. “The first? Didn't pops ever offer for you to fake sick?” Dick nodded. “Oh yeah. All the time. But i never accepted. I always wanted to go with him anyway. Even if i hated the galas.” he shrugged. Jason looked over at the now melted bowl of ice cream he had set out for Bruce. He had planned on eating it, so he could eat some ice cream for his father the way Bruce had said to, but hadn't in the end. “Is it-” he hesitated. Dick looked at him. “Is it what Chum?” Jason looked at his older brother. “Is it too late to go now?” Dick smiled.

“Yes yes, thank you.” bruce smiled cheerfully at the group of people who passed then turned and his face immediately dropped. He was so damn tired. He was glad jason had decided to stay home, the Gala was even more boring than usual. Selina hadn't showed up either, so the night was looking drab for Bruce. “Omg, who is that?” Voices started to pick up but bruce ignored them, choosing instead to grab a refreshment. He hated the drama and gossip that flowed at Galas, although it was always good to be informed. Sighing, he turned to where everyone was looking, and almost dropped his drink.

“Dick.” Jason whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “They're all staring.” Dick flashed an easy smile at the guests, resting a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Let them stare. You are a Wayne. They have every reason to.” Jason had known he was adopted. It had been a whole court deal. And Bruce called him son and everything. But, strangely, having dick just casually mention that he was now a Wayne, along with Bruce and him, it just made him feel so much more accepted. Made the whole thing real. Jason straightened. “Yeah.” he said confidently. “Okay.” They made their way down the stairs to the main room and Jason tried not to listen to the whispers that followed them. “Oh my gods, are those the Wayne brothers?” “holy shit Grayson got hot.” “aw, look at the new charity case.” Jason's ear burned at the last comment and Dicks hand on his shoulder tightened but he didn't turn around. Jason kept his head up and his stride confident. Until he spotted Bruce. Bruce was gaping at them, but the pure elation on his face had Jason breaking away from dick and running to him, throwing himself in bruces arms. “Hey buddy!” bruce greeted, hugging him tight. “What are you doing here?” “Got tired of icecream.” jason murmured into bruces suit. Bruce laughed, tousling his hair. “Well, im glad you came. This party was getting boring without my favorite people.” Jason smiled and heard dick laugh as the older boy came nearer. “Hey B.” Bruce smiled, one arm hugging his oldest son. “Hey chum. Nice suit.” Dick grinned. “Thanks.” Bruce nodded to jason, who still had one arm wrapped around his leg. “I see you thought Jason could use the wardrobe change as well?” he asked dryly. Dick chuckled. “You know old man.” Bruce rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Thank you.” he said softly. Dicks grin faded into something softer. “It didn't feel right?” Dick said, but it was more of a question. Bruce shook his head, wrapping an arm around dicks shoulders. “No. It didn't. But,” he smiled, reaching down to place a hand on jason's shoulder. “Now it does.” Dick smiled as well. “Yes. Now it does.” “Wayne Boys for life right Pops?” Jason asked, grinning up at Bruce. Bruce choked on air. “Where’d you hear that?” he asked, but dick winked at him. “Right Jay bird. Wayne Boys for life.” “men.” Bruce corrected. “Please. Wayne Men, for life.” Dick laughed, wrapping his arm around Bruce. “Alright old boy. Wayne Men.” the three of them grinned at each other. “Wayne Men for life.”

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sunghoonnsupremacy · 10 months

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ANTISOCIAL. -l.hs.

previous - now - next

- summary ; when the popular jock starts finding interest in the new girl, hell breaks lose. she eventually gives in and he shows her exactly why he's popular.

- warnings ; eventual smut, rough sex, bondage, degrading, mentions of drugs/alcohol, asshole heeseung.

READ UNDER THE CUT!

smut warning

the day went by in a fast blink, jia thought. she mildly enjoyed her classes but she'd say that's a win since its a totally new environment for her. the girl's mind wondered back to the attractive guy she met earlier. hearing multiple unpleasant rumours about him before her day at the school even started, jia planned to keep her distance but that plan failed the moment she stepped into her literature classroom.

she was currently deciding whether to dress appropriately for a party or to be comfortable. a dress would be nice but she didn't feel like getting slutshamed her first day at arrival.

a mini skirt? tight dress? loose dress? jeans? baggy jeans?

she sighs standing infront her closet door that's wide open.

"I guess a dress will do." she picks out a tight dress thats a bit above her knees, allowing her to bend down without flashing the world. its black and strapless. perfect for the summer. add that with black heels and she'll look like a runway model.

realization hit her like a bus. "where's that paper?" she muttered scrambling around her room looking for the important piece of paper.

"ah there it is!" a smile lightens up her face when she spots it.

she grabs her phone and types in the numbers, immediately texting him.

hey. it's jia.

she was a bit suprised at how fast he texted her back but didn't mind.

- ohhh hey! I was waiting for your text.

yeah i was trying to read the numbers.

- are you sayin' my handwritings messy?

maybe. doesn't matter. so what's the adress?

- 1400 forest lawn drive. see u there 😉

she sighed at his message and puts the adress into the gps, her heels making little to no noise as she walked down the stairs of her apartment and into her car.

the house wasn't far away, just about a ten minute long drive. she stepped out and her eyes wondered around the luxury looking house in awe. "shit he must be rich."

jia arrives at the front door, already seeing people crowding the entrance. she gags in disgust as it is only eight pm and there's couples making out every step she takes.

hence the door being open, she walks in without knocking.

she makes her way through the corridor and into the living room that reeks of alcohol and sweaty bodies. she spots a certain blonde and nods her head at him.

"you made it." heeseung smirks at her, walking over to her. "what, did you think id bail?" jia gives him a sly smile and crosses her arms.

"wouldn't expect that from you... you look really pretty by the way. " he stares at her up and down and doesn't even try to make it discreet.

she can feel arousal pooling around her panties as he looks at her.

"could say the same about you, heeseung." she gives him a smile and starts walking away, not giving him a chance to react.

he hurries trying to catch up to her. "let me show you around! you can meet my friends. " she agrees and follows him into what she assumes is a kitchen

a group of teenage boys huddle around the kitchen island, drinking and laughing about something.

heeseung loudly whistles to get their attention. obviously it worked since it quieted down and their eyes turned to the duo.

jia starts to feel uncomfortable so she pinches at his arm. "right, this is jia. she's new" he smirks at them and a guy with beautiful features comes over to them. he holds out his hand as a greeting.

"im sunghoon. nice to meet you pretty. " he winks at her and she giggles before shaking his hand. "yeah yeah anyway." heeseung moves her closer to him, their hands breaking apart. she stumbles a bit but thanks to heeseungs hands on her waist, she just leans into him, sunghoon glaring at him.

"im jay, this is jake and niki. " a guy with a sharp jawline introduces himself and his friends. jia waves at them with a small wave, her smile making them smile too. "do you want a drink?" sunghoon offers with a grin. she nods and takes it from him, silently thanking him.

"okay you guys have fun me and jia are gonna take a walk around." heeseung intervenes their hands and leads her away from the crowd, leading her upstairs.

"where are we going? " she tries to make way of the people sitting on the stairs, following the host.

"a room. it's more secluded. " he winks at her one more time before opening the door to one massive bedroom. she gasps in astonishment at it. he looks at her and smiles at her eyes sparkling.

"hey i know I already told you but, you look beautiful. " he walks over to her with lust in his eyes, and she looks up at him with doe eyes, resulting in him getting even more hard.

he wraps his hands around her waist and brings her closer to him, their bodies touching. the air is thick, and the only thing that can be heard is the muffled music and their heavy breathing.

his hand moves from her waist up to her face, brushing some hair from it. "can i kiss you? " his eyes dart from hers onto her plump lips.

"yeah." she whispers and leans in to kiss him. their lips connect. his urgency to kiss her gets bigger as he tastes her. his hands go back to her waist as they keep kissing eachother.

his slender fingers squeeze her butt, her light moan entering his mouth as he slips his tongue inside hers. "you *kiss* taste *kiss* so good" he tells her, already obsessed.

she pulls away, needing to breathe. their heavy breathing continues as they smile at eachother. he lightly grabs a hold of her waist and whispers into her ear, "will you let me touch you?"

she bites her lip, her panties drenched at this point. "yes please, i need you. " he groans feeling his pants tighten even more at her tone. "ill make you feel good, i promise. " he slowly starts unzipping her dress, leaving her in nothing but her lacy bra and panties. she quickly takes that off too.

"cmon doll, lay down." she obeys and spreads her legs. "you're fucking dripping. is that all for me? " he runs a finger up and down her slit, making her bite her lip to shush her moans. "all for you, heeseung. " she looks at him with lust in her eyes.

his slender finger moves around her clit faster, connecting his tongue with her hole. she can't suppress the moan that comes out when she feels him eating her out while rubbing her clit.

their foreplay ends rather quickly, jia cumming on his tongue will be a moment he'll never forget.

"im dying to be inside you, doll. " there's that nickname that'll always have an effect on her. she fell to her knees, unzipping his zipper as if her life depended on it. he let out a breath of relief when she removed his tight boxers.

his cock sprung up against his abs leaking pre-cum. she licked her lips at the sight. "can i? " she asked for approval. he nodded his lips, desperate for her soft tongue on his dick.

she started kitty licking the tip, him grabbing her hair in a fistful. she continues sucking him as his grip on her hair gets tighter. he can feel himself get closer to his finish as her mouth does wonders.

"shit, I'm about to cum" he moans out in pleasure and she gives him harsher licks. her hand grips at his base and massages up and down.

he lets out a loud moan as he finishes inside of her warm mouth. jia continues sucking to help him ride out his orgasm until it gets over stimulating.

she licks her lips and stares up at him with doe eyes. "was it good?" she asks. "it was amazing doll, thank you."

she stands up and goes back to kissing his plump lips. the two keep making out until he pushes her back onto the bed, making her fall down and spread her legs obediently.

he grabs his dick into his hands and rubs it along her slit. they both moan at the feeling. he looks at her one more time for consent and she nods desperate.

he pushes in the girl moaning underneath him. he stays still for a bit, making sure it doesn't hurt her.

"you can move now ", she says. she breathes in a deep sigh, feeling his full length inside of her hitting all of her spots so easily.

"oh, fuck-" she moans high pitched when he bottoms out. he lets out a deep groan of pleasure at how tight she was.

"shit doll, you're practically sucking me in" his thrusts get faster as her boobs bounce up and down at the movement of his hips.

he manages to find her g spot in under 5 minutes, resulting in her getting even closer to her orgasm.

"heeseung, I think I'm about to finish." she whimpers feeling a coil in her tummy tighten.

"me too doll, don't worry." he continues groaning in a low voice, feeling himself close to his finish as well.

he latches his lips onto hers as they sensually kiss while they finish together at the same time. they moan to each others mouths as they feel euphoria.

he slowly stops thrusting, pulling away from her lips and staring deeply into her eyes. "that was amazing, doll. " she smiles at him, feeling happy and pleased.

"we should get cleaned up", he pulls out of her, making both of them at the empty feeling.

jia nods at him and slowly sits up, feeling numb in her legs. "shit, I can't feel my legs, how am I supposed to get home? " she panicks looking over at him.

"you can stay over, I don't mind, but now let's get you cleaned up, come on. " he picks her up and walks with her to the bathroom.

they take a shower together, kissing a bit more until they fall asleep in each other's arms, like the romantic duo they are.

sorry for how short the smut part is, but it's my first time writing smut, and I'm not experienced, so I hope you enjoy it.!

#enhypen smut #enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung smut

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lightwing-s · 10 months

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Honey, biker!Jason checks out reader while hanging out with Roy and the batboys (Dick, Tim, Duke) across the street as reader doing thrift with friends, not noticing him at all until someone points out and reader get flustered, finally notice Jason as he smirks, with Roy and rest of the batboys openly tease him and Dick calls the girls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) to look up for reader with "Yo, Jason's hooked up." "Don't tell Dami yet." texting them in the fam's 'Jason' group chat? Feels like it's what Dick would do as he's their big bro, and that he genuinely cares for Jason.

a/n: i love this idea so much lol pt ii

It was a really warm summer day when you and your friends decided to go out thrifting together, walking from one shop to the other and leaving with bags upon bags of clothes you’d probably regret purchasing later. The humidity causing the thin fabric of your dress to stick to your skin.

You were coming out of a coffee house after getting yourselves some cold beverages, when your friend pinched your side to catch your attention.

“Someone is grabbing attention today.” she teased, as you took some time to comprehend until she pointed to the group of guys hanging out on the other side of the street.

Resting against a red sports motorcycle was a tall dark haired guy, clad in a muscle tee and jeans, that couldn’t stop staring at you even when his friends made sure to speak and laugh as loud as they could around him. You couldn’t help the blush from creeping up your cheeks as his eyes met yours, throwing you a wink and a smirk before finally being noticed by his friends.

From afar, you couldn’t really understand what they were saying, but by the way he shook his head when they ruffled his hair and laughed looking in your direction, you could guess they were certainly making fun of the situation.

“Falling in love with the view, buddy?” Roy said, ruffling Jason’s hair, who pushed his arm away from him, mumbling a ‘shut up’ back to his best friend.

“I’ll give you that, Jay” his brother, Dick, started. “You have good taste.”

A series of jokes followed as Jason returned his eye to the other side of the street, searching for you and finding you and your friends still in the same place, a rosy tint visible in your face even from a distance.

He seriously wanted to punch those guys for making you feel uncomfortable, and he wanted even more to drive his bike towards you and get away from this situation, but he was too embarrassed by his friends to do that. He watched you walk away, a tinge of sadness filling his chest to see you go.

“He’s been staring for ten minutes. He’s gone, guys.” Tim joined in, while Dick picked up his phone to snatch a picture of you and send on a newly formed group chat conveniently named ‘Jason’s love life S.O.S’

dick: find this girl, we’re reporting her to the police. she just stole baby jay’s heart :(

steph: ooh noo. anyways, who wants to watch the new barbie movie on sunday.

roy: don’t be mean to him. guy just missed the love of his life.

tim: DON’T TELL DAMI YET BUT I’M HEARING WEDDING BELLS.

barb: y/n s/n, she’s a student at gotham university. i have her id and cell phone number, and personal address if you’re not going to be weird about it.

tim: THE BELLS ARE GETTING LOUDER!!

dick: I’M THE BEST MAN!!

jason: i’m not inviting any of you to wedding, for starters

barb: you’re assuming there’s going to be a wedding in the future…

jason: if you massage me the address the assumption will be closer to reality

#jason todd fluff #jason todd blurb #jason todd imagine #biker!jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n

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lily-174 · 1 year

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Could you do a Jay Halstead x Sister reader store where she and Jay have a car accident and she is seriously injured and then Will blames Jay for the accident

painful ride - jay & will halstead x sister reader.

overview: you get into an accident because you were late home while living with jay, your oldest brother blames jay.

trigger warning; angst, arguments, pain, car accident, hospitals, injury, almost death.

AHH i’m half way through writing and i just re-read the request and found out i read it wrong! it’s 3am i can’t rewrite this now, but i still want to post it! if you want another version more accurate please send another request! i’m so sorry!!

i kinda hate this, but i guess i could make this into a two part fic where the reader gets through everything with the help of her brothers, and who is named at the end, maybe a little love story could come from it.

let me know if you’d like that ^^

chicago pd masterlist

you were late. it’s not that jay was controlling he just liked to set boundaries while his 20 year old sister was staying at his. you couldn’t be home any later then 10:30pm, it was currently 11:15. you were out with some friends having lost track of time when you realised you were late.

rushing out to your car you got in glancing down at the phone seeing 3 missed calls from jay. you loved your brother but he had the tendency to get a bit too over protective sometimes especially when he’d had a bad case.

his over protectiveness wasn’t a bad thing, but you preferred living with your oldest brother will. his hours at work more set in stone so he was home more, and he was a better cook.

you sent jay a quick message ‘i’m okay, i’m sorry i’m late i lost track of time. on my way now, i’ll be as quick as i can’ you sent the message and started driving. jay knew you never meant to be late it just scared him having seen the things that happen to young women alone on the street at night.

you began driving, trying to get back to jay’s apartment as fast as you could but getting stuck at an intersection made you sigh, you hated being late you didn’t want to make jay worry. when the light finally went green you began to drive across the intersection, everything happened so fast. your phone ringing looking down to see jays caller ID when you looked back up someone smashed right into the side of your car, causing your car to be pushed closer to oncoming traffic, you felt another hit to the front of the car as pain consumed your body, and you felt drowsy.

the pain almost unmanageable, like nothing you’d ever felt before, the blood rushing to your head, you could feel the pulse in your ears as you fell in and out of consciousness your chest tightened making it harder to breathe, a pain shooting down your spine before it became to much and you fell unconscious.

you heard someone calling your name, it sounded so far away. your eyes fluttered open seeing you were still stuck in the car struggling to breath, the amount of pain you were in causing a sob to leave your mouth. the sound of someone calling your name became louder as you looked around you saw firefighters recognising the one stood right outside your window. kelly.

“y/n! can you hear me? i’m gonna break the back window and get in with you okay?” your brain barely processing what he was saying but you managed to nod which caused you even more pain. you heard a smash from the back window and what sounded like a bit of a struggle before kelly showed up again next to you.

“it’s okay kid we’re gonna get you out.” he tried comforting you while putting a neck brace on, tears slowly falling from your eyes.

“kelly- i ca- can’t breathe-“ you mumbled, your voice raspy which caused a look of concern to show up on his face which made tears fall faster down your cheeks making your difficulty breathing more severe.

“it’s okay breathe slowly in and out with me. i’ve got you. squad is working really hard to get you out. does anywhere else hurt?” he asked, which made you realise you couldn’t feel your legs. the panic you felt was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“i- i.. can’t feel my legs” you managed to say while gasping for air, kelly had an idea as to what was wrong with your lungs, but what you just said could confirm a spinal injury. the lack of oxygen to your lungs made your vision blurry and begin fading. and eventually everything became too much causing you to fall back into darkness.

“will!” will heard his name being called as he was walking back into the ER from radiology to collect some x-ray results. he rushed into the ER after hearing his name being called, it had become a habit that normally when he hears that it’s jay.

but upon entering the ER and getting closer to where there was commotion his heart dropped and his blood ran cold as he saw his baby sister begging transferred from a gurney to a hospital bed covered in blood. disregarding the x-ray results on the side he ran into trauma one to begin treating you.

“y/n? it’s will i’m here okay you’re gonna be fine” he said not knowing if he was comforting himself or his unconscious sister as he began frantically taking your vitals.

“pulse is weak, oxygen levels are low! possible internal bleeding she needs emergency surgery now!” will exclaimed, he wasn’t a surgeon, he couldn’t do it. and legally he wasn’t even allowed to be treating you.

as they began take you into surgery the bright lights made your eyes sting as you gained consciousness again, squinting still in excruciating pain you saw familiar ginger hair.

“will- jay called.. i was at- i was at the- intersection i looked down-“ hearing your weak raspy voice broke something inside him.

“it’s gonna be okay y/n. you’re safe now” he offered a soft smile walking beside you him and other doctors surrounding your bed as they took you into a surgery room..

“i can’t feel- feel my legs will-“ he watched as tears brimmed in your eyes as you struggled keeping them open, he gently brushed some of your hair from your face, revealing the dried blood almost entirely covering your face.

you struggled keeping your eyes open but the only thing you could think of was if you didn’t make it, you wanted to make sure the last thing you saw was family, before everything returned to darkness as your eyes closed for the third time.

by the time will had left you in the surgery room he’d found out a few things about your condition before returning to the ED were jay was stood with maggie, running his hand through his hair concerned utterly etched onto his face. when jays eyes landed on will he rushed towards him.

“is she okay?! why didn’t you call me? kelly told me” jay exclaimed out of concern for you, wills was so overwhelmed. he was pissed off at jay.

“you’re stupid curfew jay! she’s 20 years old, you called her she looked down at her phone now look at what’s happened!” jays face dropped at his brothers outburst, guilt now flooding through his veins.

“what? i just- i just protect her. will is she okay?!” he didn’t care if wills was pissed off, he could take it he just wanted to hear the latest on you first.

“she’s in emergency surgery, cracked ribs punctured her lungs, internal bleeding, possible spinal injury she told me she couldn’t feel her legs. she lost a lot of blood, she had fluid coming out of her ears which indicates a head injury so no! no jay she is not okay! well done for protecting her. could’ve got her killed” will exclaimed the frustration not even beginning to help with his feelings. jays heart dropped the hairs on the back of his neck standing tall as he listened to the extent of what will currently knew about your injuries.

“the curfew is to make sure she gets home safe! i know what happens to girls out late on the streets of chicago.” jay said in an attempt to make will see it from his point of view and make himself feel better.

“yeah, you should also know what happens when rushing people and calling people when they’re driving on a time limit so they don’t get shouted at when they get home!” jays guilt made bile rise in his throat, as he attempted to swallow it down wills spoke again.

“might as well go home and bring her some stuff. she’s not gonna be out of surgery for hours if she makes it” will stated in complete grief he knew as a doctor the extent of your injuries would be hard to survive let alone make a full recovery from. and in that moment will needed someone to blame. jay stood in disbelief infront of his older brother as wills walked away back in the direction he came from.

jay walked into the waiting from and began pacing, the guilt consuming him as he ran a hand through his hair. he stayed stood pacing trying to come to a conclusion in his head where it wasn’t his fault, he should’ve known better. he didn’t know if you would make it, and if you did he didn’t know if you’d even want to see him? would you hate him?

hours past and jay was still pacing up and down the waiting room so many different scenarios racing through his head, when finally will walked in his eyes rimmed red and that made jays heart drop, jay had never felt so scared in his life as he approached will.

“is she alive?” jay asked his voice weak as he looked at his brother. as he shoved his shaking hands into his pockets.

“she’s alive, she’s not paralysed. she’s in the icu. the fixed her lungs and repaired all the internal damage. but she essentially fractured the lower part of her spine. it’s a hairline fracture we believe will heal on its own she will be able to walk again with physio therapy but she’ll suffer with back pain and possible other complications indefinitely. she also fractured her skull and has a brain bleed but we believe that should also heal on its own but will be extremely painful. she’s living with me, i’ll get her to her appointments once she gets out of here i’ll look after her” will explained in full detail to jay as tears brimmed in both brothers eyes, jay couldn’t help but feel responsible.

“and jay, what i said earlier.. was wrong. this isn’t your fault. it’s just she got here on the brink of death she couldn’t breathe and all she told me was she was on the intersection you called her she looked down then this happened. it’s not your fault okay, things happen i shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that” a tear slipped down jays cheek as will brought him into a hug, jay had never felt like this before. so helpless, and responsible.

“can we see her?” will nodded and gestured for jay to follow him up to icu, jay still felt exceptionally guilty. the feeling still not having left the pit of his stomach.

his chest tightened with anxiety the closer to your room he got, will looked back at jay before approaching the door and slowly opening it. both brothers walked into the room going to opposite sides of your bed and sat down.

the sight of you attached to machines, and being covered in cuts and bruises made jay second guess everything, all he ever wanted to do was protect you, he knew he was over protective but he never thought something like this would be the result.

they sat next to you, one brother on either side of your body. loosing track of the amount of time they both sat there. hours felt like days. both brothers still processing what happened.

you groaned, as your eyes fluttered open the bright light stinging your eyes as pain shot through your head and spine. jay and wills heads both shot up to look at you.

“y/n? how are you feeling?” will jumped up onto his feet checking the machine you were connected to that read your vitals.

“like i got hit by a truck” you groaned voice raspy and weak, your throat dry as a bone. jay watching as you didn’t even look over at him just looking up at will.

“are you okay kiddo?” jay voiced looking to see if your head turned to him which it did.

“yeah.. i’m sorry i was late” you whispered looking at your protective brother, you still felt bad for being late. not wanting jay to be upset with you.

“hey no no it’s okay. it’s fine i’m sorry” he spoke softly moving a piece of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“what happened? will it hurts” you looked across to your oldest brother who turned around as he heard you speak injecting something into your IV, pain meds.

“that should help with the pain.. you got in an accident.” will said moving round to the end of the bed pulling the blanket away from your feet.

“can you wiggle your toes for me y/n?” you nodded trying your best, both will and jay had a look on their faces you hadn’t seen before which filled you with anxiety.

“what? will?” you asked with panic laced in your voice, looking back at jay.

“you had a spinal injury, but you’re going to be okay. you just have a lot of physio therapy ahead of you” will offered a small smile but tears began welling up in your eyes at the thought, jay reached for your hand in an attempt to comfort you.

“y/n you will be able to walk again, you just got out of surgery a month or two of physio and hopefully things will start going back to normal.” will said returning to his seat next to you.

“we will be here for you every step of the way. blake gallo from 51 said he’s here for you whenever. you know blake he’ll help you too. you’re not alone.” jay said, he wasn’t wrong. you knew you had plenty of people to help you and the mention of blake made your heart flutter slightly. you nodded at your brothers words knowing you wouldn’t be alone throughout all of this.

#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead x reader #chicago fire #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #one chicago x reader #will halstead imagine #will halstead x reader #will halstead #chicago med #one chicago fic

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witchyfemking · 1 year

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🌹🐉Queen/Mother Lilith master-post 🐍🦇

DISCLAIMER

There are many people saying that working with Queen Lilith is closed, id ask that you please go to the last link. A Jewish content creator goes into detail about why 1.) That's false and 2.) Why claiming this is actually antisemitic.

I understand that this deity may hold a negative context to different people/cultures(i.e. people of Jewish culture)/faiths etc. Please be respectful and mindful. Both the people and the divinity have the right to respect. Just because a divinity/entity has been the best thing in the world to you, doesn’t mean that’s the case for someone else(vice versa). Thank you for your consideration.

Mother Lilith is a divinity that I hold very dear. She has been a big help to me and has guided me in my journery of self love and reparenting myself.

Lore/mythology (briefly summarized)

Lilith originally was the first wife of Adam; made from the same primordial matter as her counterpart by the one who created her. She has left the garden in anger because she refused to lay under Adam; Lilith wanted to be seen as Adams equal but he refused. God sent angels to take Lilith back to Eden at Adam’s request. She was located near/in/at the Red Sea. Her children had been slain because of her refusal to return. ( I have heard conflicting info from different sources but I’ll recall what I think is to be more accurate at this point). Some of the fallen angels (a big figure being Lord Lucifer) had made themselves acquainted with her and they had gained each others’ trust. This is the point where Lilith had became a demon and was at least set on the path to becoming a highly ranked Infernal deity(if not at this point already). Lilith at some point after this whispered empowering thoughts into Eve during her dreams; leading her to eat the fruit.

Lilith also has an aspect tied to the Mesopotamian demon Lilitu.

Signs/Symbols of Queen Lilith(some i’ve personally experienced as well):

Snake imagery

Birds( robins, cardinals, blue jays, doves, owls or any corvid/black bird) I’d like to mention that she left me a robin who had passed, cause she knew I’d give it a proper burial.

Witnessing any of her other sacred animals (mentioned below) or frequently seeing imagery of them

Me and other devotees of hers have known her to send really animal that’s black as signs

rose imagery

sudden interest in her

sudden yearning desire to explore oneself/identity

speaking up/ standing up for yourself in circumstances in which you normally wouldn’t

for uterus owners; in my personal experience she had gotten terribly frustrated that i wasn’t noticing her so she started affecting my ‘moon cycle’. I experienced irregularities, increased pain and moodiness. I also got much more fatigued during my time of the month in the time she was trying to get my attention. She may or may not feel the need to do something of this fashion to get your attention; My only assumption that she did so in my case is because I was extremely oblivious. However I highly implore you discuss things with your doctor before concluding that this is the cause.

You may notice the wind howling louder

Vampiric/Succubus imagery/energy

Draconic and/or primordial energy

Energy of water or the ocean

Feeling of not necessarily one certain element (maybe all of them together)

feelings of a motherly energy

dreams/visions of red or dark haired woman( i’ve honestly had her appear to me as blonde). She may be a witch, possibly a queen. She could be protecting you during the experience ( if you’re on her good side ofc)

Sacred animals of Queen Lilith

Snakes

Dragons

Hyenas

Cats of various kinds ( domestic, wild, especially with black or dark coats)

Ostriches

Spiders

Unicorns

Owls

Goats

Bats

What does Queen Lilith specialize in? What can she help you with?

taking back your power

shadow work ( specifically the feminine side of the side)

tapping into/ welcoming your dark feminine energy

welcoming dark femme energy into your life

dark femme workings

defends women/femmes and children who’ve suffered abuse(especially s3xually)

Improving sexual relationships

asserting independence

support in women/womxn’s/femmes rights

fighting oppression/sexisim placed on women/fem identifying people by the patriarchy(or in general)

assistance in gaining respect and/or recognition for contributions

exploring/awakening sexuality (especially if you need assistance with you libido)

sex magic ( more specifically feminine dominance)

Assistance with menstrual magic/spells/rituals

Help in any women/female health issues ( menstrual issues, moods swings, feritility, MtF/FtM etc.)

( i recommend you be treated by a medical professional along with the last point; mundane before magical; magic/spirituality shouldn’t be used in place of medical treatment, simply as support.)

Correspondences/ Offerings

Herbs/Plants/Scents:

Belladonna (POISONOUS)

Nightshade (POISONOUS)

Mugwort ( still use with caution)

Sandalwood(Red + White)

Patchouli

Rose

Jasmine

Lotus

Dragon’s Blood

Cinnamon

Olibanum

Camphor

Myrrh

Jasmine

Frankincense

Amber

Saffron

Crystals:

Onyx

Fire opal

Diamond

Ruby

Obsidian

Topaz

Red Jasper

Red Carnelian

Black Moonstone

Black tourmaline

Jet

Garnet

Clear quartz

Food/Drink:

Chocolate ( Especially anything Dark and/or spicy )

Lime

Pumpkins/ Gourds(idk if gourds are edible tho, but to a deity it doesn’t matter lmao)

Red velvet sweets

Chocolate cake

In my personal experience, she loved these Sriracha Peanut Butter Chocolate Cupcakes I used to be able to get.

Spicy foods

Apples

Pomegranates/Pomegranate juice

Colors:

Black

Reds (Especially blood red or velvet tone)

Purple

Orange

Gold

Magenta

Dark pink

Silver

Dark Grey

Time/Days:

Wednesday

Friday

Witching hour (either Midnight or anytime 3-4 am)

Dark/New Moon phase

Beltane Sabbat/May Day ( sexual theme of the holiday)

Oct. 24 ( some sources claim this is the day Lilith left Eden)

Feb 29 (on leap year. Woman are known to break traditional norms during this time)

Miscellaneous:

Empress (Tarot)

High Priestess (Tarot)

Moon ( Tarot)

Strength (Tarot)

Any Queen Card ( More Specifically to my UPG, Swords and Wands suits)

Air and Fire are her main elements. However, she does not limit herself to one specific element, she has traits of all.

Vampiric/Succubus energy

Draconic/Primordial Energy

What is she like?

To me, Lilith is very much like a mother. Im sure you could probably guess by how I addressed her in the beginning of this post( which I call her Mother Lilith for personal reasons). She very much holds the energy of a firm mother who cares very much for her children. Lilith is very much stern when she feels the need, but knows when you need her to be gentle. Many times she has been a source of comfort and encouragement for me. If you show her the decency and respect she deserves, she will give it to you in return. If she sees you as her child (or holds you dear in anyway) she will go to distant lengths to protect you or to show your abusers not to mess with you again ( at times on her own accord). There are times where she made things difficult for people who wronged me on her own(probably a lot more I don’t know about). Mother Lilith is extremely supportive and will be there when needed, but she will not coddle you. She will not baby you. I see a lot of practitioners say “ she wont hold your hand” that’s true in a sense. Yes there are things you need to face alone, but a mother wont deny holding your hand if needed, she just wont do things for you. She will empower you to do things with independence. Lilith is definitely the kind of mentor to give you a rude wake up call when you’re not acting like yourself or doing things that wont benefit yourself or others. She is not afraid to be mean and wicked with you if need be.

Lilith’s energy generally feels airy and fiery. She carries herself regally and a sense of pride. Like i’ve mentioned, she doesn’t necessarily tie herself to one element, I’ve felt energy of all elements come from her, I assume this comes from her shapeshifting nature.

Sources and links

My own personal experience and UPG

Lilith Queen of the Night

Lilith and Witchcraft

Lilith: The Demonic Paradise Wiki

Lilith ( Occult world entry)

Tumblr users entry on Queen Lilith (i’ve honestly had a rocky history with the author of this post, I hadn’t realized who this was until after I recorded the information, but I still am going to give them credit where it’s due because it’s only right and their post gives solid information)

https://occult-world.com/lilith/

#queen lilith #lilith #demonology #demonolatry #lady lilith #demon #witchcraft #infernal divine #infernal #infernal deity #vampiric #deity work #witchblr #divination #omnist #omnist witch #witch

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gimmethatagustd · 5 months

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don't go insane | pjm + jjk

Jungkook's friends warned him not to go looking for Thirteen, Seoul's most prolific "pleasure dealer."

↳ pairing: incubus!jimin x human!jungkook

↳ wc/date: 3.9k | November 2023

↳ warnings: idk if this is dead dove or just shitty but maybe don't read this if you're sensitive to problematic characters, alcohol, strip club, jimin is sort of a drug dealer, humans who have sex with incubi can become addicted, codependency, dry humping, shower masturbation, unprotected anal sex, anal sex without prep, painful sex (but consensual aside from the whole addiction thing???), blood, pain kink, degradation, humiliation, jungkook has issues i'm ngl, jimin also has issues sdhkfjs

↳ notes: this was written for @irishhorse-blog for the halloween drabbles (ik i'm late but halloween is a lifestyle, not a season) who was interested in jikook! this probs went in a totally different direction than you'd ever imagine 💀 idk what i was thinking while writing this, as usual. pls don't @ me jhsdkfjs bye🦇 unfortunately, i couldn't figure out who the original person was who made the jimin edit so shout out to them, whoever they are

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↳ what was jai listening to? don't go insane - dpr ian

The bouncer looks over Jungkook’s ID for too long. He shines his mini flashlight at the plastic and watches how the shimmery symbols reflect in the light as if to say, I’m real, please believe me, and Jungkook watches with clammy palms splayed against the sides of his thighs. The denim of his jeans soaks up the moisture as he subtly rubs his hands along the seams like it matters if he’s sweaty. No one will be shaking hands with him tonight, and if everything goes according to plan, he’ll be sweaty for another reason.

That is, if he actually makes it inside the club before it closes.

His ID is real, but Jungkook has an “angel-baby face,” as Hoseok calls it. It doesn’t matter that he has hole-punched his face to slip silver rings wherever he can. According to his roommate, round cheeks and eyes pulled straight from a Disney movie are enough to slam Jungkook face-first into the land of perpetual childhood.

“Alright,” the bouncer reluctantly shoves Jungkook’s ID back into his hands and motions toward the door with his flashlight.

Jungkook hears one of the clubbers behind him groan, “Fucking finally,” but he’s too giddy to pay them any mind. He tries to keep calm as he slips through the doors, focusing on walking purposefully rather than skipping with anticipation.

He’s getting way too ahead of himself. A plan is in place, and Jungkook is determined to follow it. Straying from the plan, well, he doesn’t want to think about what that might mean for him.

For a strip club, Ego is far less seedy than Jungkook anticipated. The club is dark enough to give patrons a false sense of anonymity necessary for men to comfortably sit back in black satin chairs and let their tongues hang out of their mouths as male dancers gyrate in front of their faces. There are patrons of other genders, as well, but Jungkook thinks the men are the most afraid. They take their pleasure in the dark because it’s safe. Only the occasional strobe light of pink and gold casting a sugary glow across everyone’s faces breaks the facade, and even then, the effects are minute.

Jungkook thinks he has gathered this much about the club and its patrons by the time he eases into a barstool and sips on his overly-priced cosmopolitan. It’s the only fancy alcoholic beverage he knows of that isn’t dark liquor.

If this were a regular night out with Hoseok and his other friends, Jungkook would be throwing back tequila shots or sipping on a vodka cran. Rather than wear a nice black buttoned shirt and slacks, Jungkook would be sporting baggy cargo pants and an oversized t-shirt.

The thought that this isn’t just one of his regular Saturday nights reminds Jungkook that he should be nervous. And, fuck, he is. The back of his neck is hot, and a sweaty imprint is left behind when he lifts his hand from the black marble bar counter. It fades eventually, but it’s there.

He tells himself as he flags down the bartender that after one more drink, he’ll be ready. He can’t get too drunk; he needs his wits about him.

In the end, Jungkook is lucky that he’s only on his second drink, or else he wouldn’t have noticed the very thing he came to the bar to find.

Behind the bartender’s ear, half obscured by his mint green hair, is a small tattoo of an inverted pentagram with a dagger running through the middle. Jungkook’s heart kicks up in his chest, practically launching him over the counter. Three words are all he needs to speak. Three words. Three words. Three words.

“Um,” Jungkook begins, hearing the insecurity bleeding through his tone.

Shit.

“Would you like another drink, sir?” the bartender asks with a raised eyebrow and an airiness to his voice that catches Jungkook off guard.

Three words, three words, three words, it’s only three words.

Swallowing thickly, Jungkook straightens his posture and looks the incubus dead in the eyes as he says, “I summon Thirteen.”

Jungkook doesn’t know why he does it. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t. Hoseok laid them all out for him before Jungkook ran off to Ego with his phone on Do Not Disturb and his heart in his throat.

For starters, it’s illegal.

Jungkook gets nervous about simply returning his past-due library books. How would he survive jail? Or even if he doesn’t go to jail, he’ll at least get a hefty fine thrown at him and a mark on his record. That’s enough to make him want to start crying just thinking about it.

Then there are the dangers, which explains why this is so illegal.

Jungkook doesn’t believe in it– he thinks it’s all discriminatory rumors and exaggerations. Incubus or not, they’re just a person. How could sex with a person be dangerous? Sure, there’s the supposed high, but Jungkook just can’t see how it’s possible to become addicted to a person.

Take the vampire blood epidemic currently sweeping the nation. Jungkook understands that. Humans ingesting vampire blood for the hallucinatory high that comes with it, that type of addiction makes sense; it’s consumable, tangible.

To be addicted to a person sounds fake.

For a brief moment, as the mint-haired bartender leads Jungkook through a series of backdoors marked “EMPLOYEES ONLY,” Jungkook thinks perhaps Thirteen is fake, too. Maybe this mint-haired bartender is going to kill him for being fool enough to believe in Thirteen.

All the horror stories Hoseok fed him earlier come bubbling up his throat like acid, images of people with sunken faces and cracked lips hovering around clubs, not unlike Ego, fingers shaking for a fix they can’t get anywhere else.

It’s illegal for incubi to feed off of humans. Incubi can only feed from other immortals; humans’ souls are far too fragile. Jungkook is a human, but he’d never consider himself fragile. He has grit despite how his hands shake.

“What’s your name, kid?”

The bartender’s question jerks Jungkook out of his spiraling thoughts. It takes Jungkook a deep inhale before he finds the ability to speak, and by that point, the two men have stopped in front of a plain black door with the number 13 embossed in gold in Jungkook’s sightline.

“J-Jungkook,” he answers, belatedly realizing he should have given a fake name.

With a curt nod, the bartender turns to the black door and knocks on it three times in quick succession.

From the other side of the door comes a low voice speaking a language Jungkook doesn’t understand. The lock clicks and the sound makes Jungkook realize he can’t hear the loud music from the front of the club. Just how far back is he?

“Come on,” the bartender orders gruffly.

Stumbling forward, Jungkook tries to recover, but his confidence wavers once he peers through the cigar smoke weighing heavily in the air.

It’s a private lounge, perhaps one of those VIP rooms where more than just a routine lapdance occurs behind closed doors. Jungkook wouldn’t know; he doesn’t have the money for that type of thing.

Through the smoke, a man reclines on a red velvet couch with one arm draped over the back and his muscular thighs spread open. Dressed in a slate grey suit with a tastefully patterned tie snug at the base of a throat covered in thorny tattoos, he looks nothing like Jungkook had pictured.

Pleasure dealers are said to be dirty and seductive villains who lurk in the shadows and lure you in with a promise of a good time. Thirteen is sophisticated and intimidating, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His eyes, black and ringed an ethereal blue, pierce into Jungkook. Something about him is suffocating, with one look capable of stealing the air out of Jungkook’s lungs like a violent intrusion.

The hand not gripping the back of the couch rests on his left thigh, palm facing upward. At the subtle flick of Thirteen’s middle finger, the bartender shoves Jungkook roughly into the room. The room, he hadn’t noticed, his entire body drawn toward Thirteen.

“Sir,” the bartender bows at the waist. “Jungkook has summoned you.”

Thirteen’s thick lips curl into a smirk that sends a rush of trepidation through Jungkook’s bones. Stony, yet with the slightest glint of amusement, Thirteen’s eyes shift from the bartender to Jungkook.

“Is that so?”

Jungkook’s next swallow is slimy, like a slug inching down his throat. It reminds him of the time Hoseok hexed him with a case of vomiting slugs after seeing the spell in a movie.

Unable to speak, Jungkook simply nods.

Thirteen leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs with his hands loosely clasped between his spread knees. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Jungkook-ssi?”

Thirteen hisses Jungkook’s name, and Jungkook feels as though he’s being squeezed, Thirteen somehow wrapping around his body like a serpent despite sitting across the room. Warmth spreads across Jungkook’s cheeks and down the back of his neck. The room is stifling, but Thirteen’s gaze makes his chest feel cold.

“Pleasure,” Jungkook finds his voice enough to whisper the word right back. “I seek pleasure.”

Thirteen has a piercing just below his plush bottom lip, a tiny silver ball that matches the location of the little chocolate mole beneath Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook wonders what the silver ball would feel like if he licked it. He’s horrified by the thought.

“Did you not come to beg me for pleasure, Jungkook?” Thirteen’s breath is hot against Jungkook’s neck.

If Jungkook turns his head to the side, he can line his lips with Thirteen’s, make them overlap, and pry them open with the tip of his tongue. The thought assaults his mind.

Thirteen digs his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and yanks his head back to force their eyes to meet.

“Stop fighting me and fucking beg for it,” Thirteen growls.

“Please,” Jungkook whispers. He squeezes Thirteen’s shoulders, straight and thick with muscle Jungkook wouldn’t expect from such a polished appearance. Even the thickness of Thirteen’s thighs beneath Jungkook is surprising.

Sitting in Thirteen’s lap, Jungkook feels small.

“Are you sure you want this, human?” Thirteen spits the question, “Because it doesn’t sound like it.”

Thirteen is cruel. His lips curl into a smirk that’s just as attractive as it is mean. His grip on Jungkook’s waist is bruising and nearly painful, but Jungkook likes it. Usually, he doesn’t. Usually, Jungkook wants to be taken care of gently. He likes soft love, soft touches, soft fucking. Whatever this strange desire to be ruined is, it’s not normal. He yearns for it. His body aches as his mind reels.

Own me, take me, ruin me.

A sick mantra clouds Jungkook��s brain. He tries to blink it away, but the more he struggles against this strange pull, the foggier his head becomes.

“I-I want it,” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as a sudden wave of pleasure strikes him in the gut. It’s hot and wet, like lava rolling under his skin, from his chest down between his legs, where his cock is painfully hard in his slacks.

“Want what?” Thirteen mocks Jungkook’s inability to speak.

Jungkook can’t stop himself. He ruts against Thirteen’s body, rocking into him to get as much friction as possible. It shouldn’t be so hot, shouldn’t be hurling Jungkook toward an orgasm so quickly, but he feels like his entire body is pulsing.

“Y-Your cock.”

“No.”

Never in his life has Jungkook ever wailed, but he does now. He sobs with his entire body, back concaving and face buried into the crook of Thirteen’s neck when he cums.

It shouldn’t have been so easy. Aside from pulling Jungkook’s hair and letting him sit in his lap, Thirteen never even touched Jungkook. Yet he came, the force of his orgasm making him tremble like an addict going through withdrawal.

“Good things come to those who wait, little Jungkookie,” Thirteen murmurs in his ear.

A sharp contrast to his earlier behavior, Thirteen runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, smoothing out the strands he’d disturbed when he tugged on them so harshly. The action is confusing, though Jungkook’s brain is mush inside his head.

Jungkook tilts his head back to look Thirteen in the eyes. His eyes cross and waver, unable to focus on Thirteen’s face despite being right in front of him. Sleep, or something like it, tugs at Jungkook’s eyelids. His eyes flutter rapidly as the room spins.

“You taste exquisite,” Thirteen sounds pleased when he speaks. Jungkook doesn’t understand.

“I-”

Jungkook is falling. His eyes are closed, and his fingers stretch into the empty air, searching, no longer holding onto Thirteen’s muscular body. The darkness that sucks him up is cold, like the feeling in his chest when Thirteen looked at him for the first time. It seeps into his bones until Jungkook’s entire body trembles.

Jungkook is falling, and there is no one down below to catch him.

Jungkook wakes up in his bedroom to the sound of Hoseok singing. His heart beats painfully in his chest. The rhythm is irregular, skipping a few beats or pumping so slowly that Jungkook panics, wondering if it may stop altogether. By now, the sensation shouldn’t be alarming; he’s been having these nightmares for weeks.

Every morning, he wakes like the living dead, sitting up abruptly with his fingers clawing at his chest and his mouth hanging open as he gasps for air that somehow chokes him when it goes down.

Falling, always falling.

It takes many minutes before Jungkook is calm enough to get out of bed. His knees are weak as he slowly creeps around his bedroom, searching for clothes that aren’t soaked with sweat. Laundry piles up wherever it can; Jungkook can’t remember the last time he cleaned anything in his apartment. He sifts through the piles as he flips through the catalog of dreams in his head.

Hoseok keeps telling him to go to the doctor. Insomnia isn’t anything to be ashamed of, his roommate insists. Plenty of people suffer from nightmares – or worse.

Jungkook knows all this.

The thing is, the cause of Jungkook’s insomnia isn’t the mystery Hoseok thinks it is.

Dark eyes stare at Jungkook from the bathroom mirror. The skin beneath them is puffy and purpling, so swollen that the bags wrinkle the tops of his cheeks. He tries smiling at himself in the mirror, and the black in his eyes remains empty, still murky waters.

Turning on the shower gets more difficult every day. Jungkook's hands shake so hard that he struggles to grip the knob tightly enough to twist it. He can’t ask Hoseok for help. Sleep deprivation can only explain away so much.

Jungkook keeps the water cold. He shivers beneath the stream pelting his skin, and clenches his teeth to stop them from chattering. The temperature never chases away the need that eats at his insides. His body burns with it. The cold water and the heat of his need create a tornado inside Jungkook’s mind, uprooting every sane thought until all he can focus on is the arousal stirring in his stomach.

For an hour, Jungkook jerks off under cold water and can’t reach an orgasm. He rubs his skin raw until tears and snot mix with shower water. It hurts his body, and the aching thing inside his chest that he thinks is his soul.

Why can’t he get rid of this need?

“Jeon.”

A rough hand shakes Jungkook’s shoulder. His head slips from where it rests on his forearm and smacks the surface of his desk.

“What! What?” Jungkook flings his head back, reeling from the sharp pain stabbing his forehead. “What’s happening?”

Taehyung gives him a sad smile as he crosses his arms against his chest. “It’s after five.”

Jungkook blinks and looks around at the empty desks surrounding them. “Oh.”

“Come on, get up.” Taehyung cups his hand under Jungkook’s armpit and hoists him to his feet. “A couple of the guys are going to that new club, Id?”

Jungkook’s heart is thunderous, like a feral animal locked in a cage. He clears his throat before correcting his coworker, “Ego.”

Taehyung snaps his fingers. “That’s it. I was close enough. Weird Freudian shit.”

Jungkook is mostly silent on the subway while Taehyung babbles about the newest office gossip Jungkook has managed to sleep through – again. Hoseok says it’s insomnia; Taehyung thinks it’s narcolepsy.

Jungkook knows it’s Thirteen.

The headache that has made a permanent home nestled in the folds of Jungkook’s brain spikes as the two men wait patiently for the bouncer to check their IDs. Well, Taehyung is patient. Jungkook is sweating through the armpits of his work shirt.

“Hyunwoo said this place is a strip club at night but a pretty standard bar during happy hour,” Taehyung explains because he thinks Jungkook has never been here before. “The duality of it all, right?”

The mint-haired bartender looks at Jungkook with a blank expression, void of any hint of recognition. Jungkook isn’t sure if he should be grateful or offended as he sits with the rest of his coworkers at the bar. They all sip dark liquor that burns the back of Jungkook’s throat, reminding him that this was never really his scene.

He pretends to care about their idle conversation, laughs at all the right moments, and sucks on ice cubes to keep his mouth busy. The bartender doesn’t look him in the eyes when he gets Jungkook a second round, but all Jungkook looks at is the pentagram etched into his skin.

Taehyung’s fingers tickle Jungkook’s elbow, forcing him to look away from the bar.

“I’m gonna take a piss and then probably get outta here,” Taehyung announces. Two hours have passed, but Jungkook wouldn’t know.

The moment Taehyung leaves, Jungkook turns to the mint-haired bartender. The bartender stands off to the side to wipe down glasses and organize the alcohol bottles. His eyebrows furrow when Jungkook clears his throat to get his attention.

“I summon Thirteen,” Jungkook speaks confidently this time, even though he has to sit with his hands clasped between his thighs to keep them from shaking.

“He’s busy.”

Jungkook swallows thickly. “What?”

“Thirteen is busy. He cannot be summoned tonight.”

Anger flares in Jungkook’s chest, heating his face and neck. “What the fuck do you mean he’s busy?”

The mint-haired bartender rests his forearm on the counter and leans close enough for Jungkook to see the flecks of red in his irises. When he speaks, he shows the unnatural points of his canines.

“You better watch your tone with me, kid. Wouldn’t want to get blacklisted, would you? ‘Cause I can make it where no dealer in Seoul will do so much as look in your direction. Got it?”

Shame makes Jungkook want to be stubborn and refuse, but his desperation wins. He ducks his head and nods, aware of the fear rolling off him and realizing he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want just any dealer; he wants Thirteen. But he just wants to experience it once to have him fully. That’s all. Only once. Then his curiosity will be satisfied, and he can stop having dreams about the moment Thirteen takes him, finally takes him all the way, touches him, kisses him, tastes–

“You coming?”

Jungkook startles when Taehyung appears at his side once again.

“Uh,” Jungkook eyes the mint-haired bartender, but he’s no longer looking at him, “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready to go.”

Jungkook returns the following day.

No Thirteen.

Jungkook returns the day after that.

No Thirteen.

Jungkook shivers and shakes through a week.

No Thirteen.

More weeks pass, more tremors and nightmares stack up against Jungkook’s withering sanity.

No Thirteen.

“Please,” Jungkook begs with a sob muffled by the carpet.

He presses his face into the floor, cheek squished in a way that will leave marks on his skin. Jungkook took up the position as a sign of submission that his body naturally fell into without any thought. It should be embarrassing how quickly he sank to his knees in front of Thirteen.

For months, he’s been plagued by the creature in his dreams. For months, all he has thought about is being taken, owned, ruined. He wants to feel full, to be desired. He wants to know, for the curiosity to be satisfied, the way he knows Thirteen could satisfy him.

Only Thirteen.

“Please, what?”

Claws dig into the back of Jungkook’s neck, piercing the muscle and hooking into it so deeply that Jungkook can’t move. He feels blood trickle down his shoulders and pool in his collarbones, but the pain never comes.

All he feels is need.

“Please fuck me,” Jungkook whimpers. “I’ve waited. I’ve been good; I came back. I waited for you.”

Thirteen scoffs as he releases Jungkook’s neck, only to dig his claws into the mess of his hair and yank him backward. Jungkook is pulled onto his knees with his head tilted backward to stare at Thirteen, who hovers above him with a biting, upside-down grin.

“Is that supposed to flatter me, Jungkook-ah? Am I supposed to care that you came sniveling at my door every day for months?” Thirteen twists Jungkook’s hair so tightly in his fist that Jungkook feels strands pull from his head. “Begging for me like a bitch in heat, weren’t you? Desperate for cock and to be praised?”

Each harsh word feels like another claw stabbed into soft flesh. Thirteen’s jeering hurts more than the wounds he digs into Jungkook’s skin, but he can’t stop himself from groveling. His mind is no longer his own. He is desperate. So, so desperate.

“I’m going to die,” Jungkook gasps when Thirteen roughly pushes him to the floor. Hot tears flow like lava down his plump cheeks. “I’ll die.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I will,” Jungkook sobs. “I will. I feel it, I will.”

Thirteen’s claws rip into Jungkook’s jeans, shredding the denim until there’s nothing left but tattered scraps of fabric wrapped around his waist. The air is cold against his bare skin, and he realizes belatedly that his briefs are mutilated, too.

“I decide whether you live or die, Jungkook-ah,” Thirteen whispers against the curve of Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook feels the tip of Thirteen’s cock press against his hole while Thirteen’s clawed hand grabs the meat of his cheek to spread him open. “Now shut up and have your reward for being so patient.”

Pain speers Jungkook’s body, sinking so far deep that he swears it creates fissures in his soul. Something horrible rips through Jungkook’s eardrums; it’s animalistic and wild. It’s his own scream, he realizes with a raw throat, that fizzles into whimpers with every rock of Thirteen’s hips.

It hurts getting fucked by an incubus, but Jungkook should have known that. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure so addicting, the feeling of having one’s soul devoured at the same time one's body is satisfied beyond their wildest fantasies. Thirteen fucks into Jungkook with his body, but he tears into his soul with his mind.

Drained, Jungkook wonders if this is how he’ll die.

“Is this what you wanted?” Thirteen hisses. His voice takes on a slurred, gravelly sound that makes Jungkook’s skin prickle. It’s demonic, otherworldly.

“Y-Yes,” Jungkook hiccups, and it’s true.

The skin of his cheek and knees is rubbed raw from being thrust against the carpet, and snot clogs his nostrils from how much he’s crying. When Thirteen twists his hair between his claws and tugs, Jungkook’s orgasm punches him in the chest, leaving him heaving as Thirteen fucks him into overstimulation to the point that he can’t breathe.

This is exactly what he wanted.

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