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“Tae, do you know where my lab report papers went?”, you yelled from your bedroom, shoving papers all over the floor as you searched for the damn thing you had been working on for days. The dark circles underneath your eyes were evident from that work. Typically, you’d just pull up the papers on your laptop and print them out again but the papers you were looking for had the peer edits on them you needed to edit it.

“No clue. Maybe ask Namjoon if he has them. You’ve been pretty forgetful lately so maybe you left them the last time you two studied together”, Tae suggested, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door as he watched you. He was eating one of the cookies you had bought the other day when you were stocking up on comfort foods. Midterms were kicking your ass, especially after switching your major to biology.

Taehyung tried to convince you that you never liked those terribly hard advanced math and science classes but you insisted it was a much more practical major in comparison to your theology one. Besides, you couldn’t even stomach the idea of continuing learning religion after your own had hurt you so much.

“Can you take a second to breathe? Damn woman”, Tae huffed, shoving the last bit of cookie into his mouth and swallowing it in what looks to be a single chew before he’s walking over to you. There’s sweat dripping down your forehead and your hands are shaking in sheer panic. He’s never seen you so miserable before.

“Tae, I need to get this done. If I don’t find those damn papers I’m done for”, even you were aware you sounded more than a little dramatic but it did feel like the end of the world. Tae just nodded and rubbed your shoulders, trying to get even a smidge of the worked up tension out of you.

“Okay okay. I’ll call Namjoon and if he doesn’t know where it is then I’ll help you look for it”, you finally nodded and sat down on your bed, waiting for Tae to call your friend. His phone barely rang once before Namjoon picked up, his voice on speaker so that you could listen to it.

“Hey Nam, do you happen to have Bae’s lab report? She’s freaking out and needs it tonight”, you had no idea where Tae got the idea of Bae for your nickname as it was a recent development. He said you were the “Bae to his Tae” which you said was stupid but he just waved you off and it stuck.

“Oh, let me look. Maybe I accidentally grabbed it”, you could hear Namjoon shuffling through his backpack. Your hands were clasped so tightly together that your fingers were turning red.

“Here it is! I’ll bring it right over. Sorry about that”, you let out the loudest sigh of relief you’ve ever had. Tae laughed and thanked Namjoon before hanging up. He looked at you and then around your room, still disappointed at how barren it looked without all your candles, crystals, and collectibles. They were pretty and brightened the room up.

Now it was just a dull white room with a dull black bed and desk. No color.

“See? You need to stop freaking out. It’s bad for you”, Tae ruffled your hair and his boxy grin filled up your view. You despised that grin. Not because it wasn’t cute because it was. It’s because that grin held so much mischief and trouble behind it.

“Stop that”, you pushed him away with your hand on his forehead and he stumbled backwards.

“What? I didn’t do anything”, he huffed, crossing his arms like a toddler having a temper tantrum.

“Kim Taehyung. I’m your best friend and I know that grin well”, you glared at him, crossing your arms back as if you were scolding him.

“I was just thinking that after you were done with your report thingy we could go clubbing”, he suggested, puppy dog eyes already at the ready. You quickly averted your gaze.

“Tae, I can’t. I have so many things to do. Midterm week, remember?”, Tae put both of his hands on each of your cheeks and squished them together, making you look at him.

“Sureee but it’s one night. Come on”, Tae nudges you with his shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows playfully to attempt to loosen you up. You finally sighed and nodded your head.

“Help me edit this paper and I’ll go with you”, he nods enthusiastically and grabs the papers out of your hands, running to your desk to begin helping you edit. You couldn’t help but laugh and soon enough the night came.

Jungkook showed up to the club with yet another bruise purpling his cheek, replacing the one that had just freshly healed. Yet another fight to add to the list Jimin had made up in his mind. The lit cigarette in Jungkook’s hand was something he never imagined to see considering how important his ex-friend had considered his health before.

Jimin watched as Jungkook settled into one of the seats, elbows on his knees as he took a puff from the cigarette. He took a deep inhale of it, let it settle into his chest, and then blew it out. He had new tats all up his right arm, an eyebrow piercing, and a lip piercing. If Jimin was still his friend then he’d tell him how proud he was.

Jimin finally looked away when Jungkook finished smoking, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it with his black boots. The fire went out and he picked it up to put in the trash next to the seat he was in. He looked completely different and acted so differently.

A woman seemed to notice those differences too as she approached Jungkook in a red dress that was skin tight, showing off every curve. She quite literally fell into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as if they had known each other for years. Like this was instinct.

Soon enough, they were making out on the couch. Jungkook’s big tattooed hands holding her face as she started to grind against his thigh. It was so inappropriate that you had to avert your eyes as soon as you saw it.

“Ew, Tae I already want to leave”, you were going to cut off your best friend’s circulation if you kept up the tight grip you had on his arm. It was like you thought he was going to disappear any moment.

“Bae, you can let go of my arm now. No one is going to eat you alive”, Tae laughed and you finally loosened your grip when you noticed his skin was turning red. Taehyung didn’t even question the fact that you didn’t bring up Jungkook. He just assumed seeing him makeout with someone else was too much to talk about.

“Whatever. Can we dance now?”, you weren’t a total debbie downer and Tae knew that as he guided you to the dance floor, immediately starting to dance along with you. The rose quartz necklace you always wore bounced against your chest as you swayed and jumped along with the music. It was the first time in ages that Taehyung could say you looked happy.

He wasn’t the only one to notice.

From his spot on the couch, Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off that very same necklace. His hands were on the woman on his lap but his eyes were on you. Something seemed to keep his gaze trapped as he watched the sweat go down your face as your eyes closed. You were stunning and felt so familiar but he couldn’t place why his body called for you.

There was a woman just as beautiful on his lap currently, ready to abide by his every wish and command and, yet, he wanted you. His head tilted as he tried to find a reason for it until finally the woman kissing his neck realized his hands had stopped moving along her thighs.

“Hey, what are you looking at?”, she asked, getting off of him to stand in front of him, hands placed firmly on her hips.

“Sorry sweetheart, I think I’ve changed my mind”, he gave a half-hearted smile and she scoffed before walking away, looking for another man to seduce for the night. He couldn’t blame her. Sex was fun.

“Tae, don’t you dare leave me”, by the time you had opened your eyes to reality, you noticed that your best friend was dancing with another girl. He gave an innocent boxy grin to you and you knew you were doomed for a lonely night on the dance floor. You shook your head but waved him along and he went to dance with her, hands placed on her hips.

You knew it was bound to happen considering this is what always happens when Tae takes you clubbing.

You were about to walk away to the bar when you felt someone close to your back, stopping you in your tracks before the person tapped your shoulder. You turned around to see the guy from the couch towering over you. Now that you were closer to him, you could see the tattoos crawling up his arm. From the brief look you had, you could make out an eye, some words, and multiple shapes on his hands.

“Can I help you?”, you raised an eyebrow, immediately crossing your arms to look more guarded. You had to stop the little habit you had developed where you death gripped the necklace around your neck when you were anxious. The gaze of the man in front of you had made you feel small and it was unwelcomed.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight, princess”, something crawled up your spine when he said princess.

“Sorry, I don’t do that”, you shook your head, knowing he just wanted to have sex with you. You had to admit that he was attractive but you knew your worth despite how desperate you were for some affection. Being a woman in STEM was rough for sure.

“Aw, what a pity. That’s okay. I just want you to know you’re gorgeous”, he smiled and your heart skipped a beat, your arms involuntarily falling to your side. He had two bandages on his forehead, covering what looked to be a massive scar. The bruise on his cheek didn’t help hide his devilish demeanor either but yet his eyes screamed playful and innocent like an angel. He’s definitely dangerous and you shouldn’t be near him.

He was about to turn around and your brain screamed at you not to but your hand seemed to grab his arm before you could convince yourself otherwise. It felt like hands were gripping your body, holding you in place as he spun back around to look at you again. It was such a foreign feeling to not have control over yourself and you almost thought of a supernatural reason before you shut that down.

“What’s your name?”, you looked up at him, still holding onto his arm. He smirked and leaned down so you could hear him better over the blasting music, coming face to face with you.

“Jungkook”, he gently removed your hand from his arm and kissed it, raising an eyebrow as you repeated the name in what looked like a trance.

“Jungkook. Okay”, you nodded and he chuckled, looking down at your lips and he bit his own. Jungkook looked like it was ripping him apart not to touch you.

“Oh, hey Jungkook”, you felt the arm of your best friend land on your shoulders before you heard him. No girl in sight with him and you would have to remember to ask him what happened with her.

“Hey Taehyung, what brings you here?”, Jungkook looks irritated that he was interrupted but smiles at your friend nonetheless. You were beyond confused on how the two knew each other.

“___ needed a night out, so I brought her here”, Taehyung gestured with his head down to you and Jungkook looked down at you again.

“Yeah, and we were just leaving”, you smiled at Jungkook and grabbed Tae’s hands to drag him out of the club. If you stayed under that man’s hungry gaze any longer then you might’ve ripped his clothes off instead.

“You literally introduced us to each other, Bae”, Taehyung rubbed his eyes, obviously too sleepy to deal with your shit. It was the morning after you two had gone clubbing and your best friend was half asleep at your kitchen table. He was waiting for breakfast, eyes half closed as he leaned his chin against his hand.

“But I’m telling you I don’t know him”, of course you had to ask about Jungkook considering he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Bruises and all.

“Well, I’m telling you you do. You two were disgustingly in love at one point”, Taehyung fake vomited and got up to take the spatula from you. Obviously he was just joking with you cause you had no recollection of the tattooed stranger. But, as you watched Tae sleepily flip the pancakes, you wondered why you did find him so familiar.

“Whatever you say. I have to go to the chem lab now”, you laughed and slung your backpack over your back. Taehyung turned to look at you and sighed before flicking the rose quartz around your neck, causing it to sway.

“Where do you think the necklace came from? It certainly didn’t just randomly manifest on your doorstep”, he turned back to the stove and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You didn’t have time to process what he said before you were out the door heading to your lab. You couldn’t afford to be late over a man you barely know.

Lab seemed the same as usual. You grabbed the safety goggles you had to wear every time before you walked over to your table, setting up your laptop, a calculator, and some paper in case you had to show work. Time passed by as you waited for the class to start and your lab partner never showed up.

Your TA came over and raised an eyebrow to which you responded with a simple shrug. You really didn’t want to have to do this lab alone.

“Jungkook, since your partner also isn’t here then you can partner with ___ today”, your TA called out to a man on the other side of the room. Your jaw almost dropped when it was the same Jungkook from the club that stepped out from behind another table and walked over. He somehow even pulled off the goofy looking safety goggles.

“Long time no see ___”, Jungkook chuckled, getting some gloves out of the box set up at your table. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing the ink that you had briefly scanned over the night prior. Talk about mouthwatering.

“Yeah, guess fate really does exist”, you pull the gloves onto your hands before you start looking over the instructions for the lab. You were trying so hard to ignore the stare that was obviously coming from your lab partner.

“Are you going to start the experiment or just stare at me the whole time?”, one thing you were not going to play with is your grade.

“Not sure. Are you going to give me your number?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, obviously not kidding. How annoying.

“Seriously? Just do the damn work”, you huffed in annoyance. You already had a massive headache and this playboy was not making it any better.

“Taehyung said you needed to destress. I can help with that”, he suggested and you couldn’t help but scoff as you poured the solution into the well.

“Really? Cause, at the moment, you’re just causing more of it”, you shook your head and shoved the instructions in his direction, “turn on the computer”. He did as you asked as slow as possible just to irritate you.

“That could change if you give me your number”, you could tell he would’ve backed down if you told him to but you didn’t know if you wanted him to.

“Fine”, you sighed and held your hand out. Jungkook grinned and placed his phone into your hand, watching as you reluctantly put your number in there.

“Sweet, now watch me finish this in thirty minutes tops, sourpuss”, he confidently said once he had his phone back and you shook your head as another chill went up your spine. It was like a ghost’s finger was tracing it.

“Bet”, you stated before you solely focused on the experiment.

Jungkook was like an irritating candle that wouldn’t go out. You kept trying to extinguish that flame he seemed to have for you with no luck. The wick kept relighting itself and it seemed he wouldn’t give up on you. You couldn’t tell if you were just his next sex target or if he genuinely wanted to know you. Probably the former.

It finally got to the point that you resorted back to your tarot cards, something that you swore you’d never use again. You’d only do it once for some clarity and you’d throw the damn things away.

As you shuffled the deck, you felt some of your stress naturally melt away. You pictured Jungkook in your head as you shuffled them, waiting for some cards to fly out. You expected it to naturally take a while since you haven’t used the cards but three cards immediately fell out of the stack.

You laid them out and put the other cards to the side. What stared back at you was the lovers reversed, the high priestess reversed, and the wheel of fortune. You scratched your head as you looked at them, wondering why those were the ones to fall out. It’s like your brain was clouded as you tried to place them together.

The lovers reversed was for the loss of a lover that you can’t seem to remember and the high priestess reversed is the loss of an inner voice which is likely your connection to your religion. At least one makes sense. But, as you stare at the wheel of fortune, you’re baffled even more. Fate.

It couldn’t be a coincidence, right? You and Jungkook had just talked about fate in your lab the other day.

“Oh, fuck you. Just confusing me more. What do the lovers reversed have to do with him?”, you rested your forehead against the table as another throbbing headache started to form. You couldn’t tell if it was from the Jungkook situation, the lack of sleep, water, and food, or stress.

You have an inkling that you gave up witchcraft for a reason tied to that lovers card but you didn’t want to cause the headache to worsen by thinking about it.

“Any leads there detective?”, you stood straight up just to see Namjoon standing in your doorway. His eyes scanned the cards spread out on your desk and he almost smiled before you quickly started putting them away.

“Not really. I got the lovers reversed and I have no idea why”, Namjoon didn’t really know the meaning of the card but if he did then he would definitely have the answer to why you got it.

“You’ll figure it out. I’m sure”, he smiled half-heartedly as he leaned against the door frame. He and Taehyung were about to work together on Namjoon’s latest newspaper article.

“Thanks, Nam”, you smiled at him before you grabbed your bag and stood up from your desk chair.

“Where are you heading?”, Namjoon tilted his head, moving out of your way as you left your bedroom.

“To the library. I’m going to do some investigating”, you smiled at him before leaving the apartment, closing the door behind you. You could only hope that he and Tae wouldn’t destroy the place while you were gone.

The walk to the library always felt weird to you, your feet dragging behind you as if the world didn’t want you to go. You couldn’t really listen to that instinct though considering you couldn’t really focus in your room on schoolwork. Plus, the library has always been a safe place for you.

The door creaked as you pushed it open, revealing the familiar layout of books in front of you stacked neatly on each shelf. You really didn’t want to go to the section you needed to go to for answers but you allowed your feet to naturally lead you there.

The words “THEOLOGY” stared back at you as if to taunt you. You let out a huff and suddenly a splitting headache erupted, causing you to grip your head as the horrendous pain engulfed it. Rumbling began to fill your ears and you looked up to see the bookshelves under the sign shaking horribly, books falling onto the ground. You blinked and they stopped moving, as if it had never happened to begin with.

The headache went away just the same but one of the books that had fallen caught your eye at the bottom of the bookshelf. It was simply titled “love magick” in bright pink, standing out against its solid black cover. It looked old, dust layering it and, as you picked it up to inspect it, most of the dust flew up into the air.

“Sourpuss? What are you doing here?”, fate really did like to fuck you over, didn’t it?

“Oh, nothing”, you quickly hid the book into your arm, hiding the cover as unsuspiciously as you could, “just doing some research for a paper”.

“Well, that’s boring. Want to know what is not boring though?”, Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to you, causing you to subconsciously step back until your back was against the bookcase behind you. The scene felt oddly familiar. Something was holding you in place as Jungkook finally stopped in front of you, chest pressed against your own.

“Do I even want to know?”, you tried to sound confident but your voice came out shaky.

“You”, your face twisted into confusion as a Jungkook that looked much younger than the one in front of you flashed inside your head saying the very same thing. Jungkook couldn’t understand why you suddenly dropped your book and shook your head, trying to think of a reason. You didn’t even know Jungkook back then, so how did you know what he looked like?

“What’s wrong?”, he looked down to see the book you had dropped, about to crouch down to get it but he read the title before he did.

“Why are you reading about love magick?”, Jungkook tilted his head and finally crouched down to pick up the book, turning it around in his hands to figure out why you would want such a thing. “That’s an odd research topic for a STEM major”.

“I have a humanities class, idiot”, you scoffed, quickly trying to come with an excuse. You reached out to grab the book back but Jungkook held it high enough out of your reach.

“Really? Cause it would make a lot of sense why I feel this pull to you if you’ve been doing some kind of love spell on me”, you felt almost offended that he could think such a thing and your patience hit an all time low.

“That is not what’s happening, Jungkook! I don’t understand the pull either. Yes, I practiced witchcraft before but I gave it up. I just wanted to find answers”, you sighed, trying to take deep breaths between words. Jungkook looked confused, slowly lowering the book back down and you grabbed it from his grasps to hold it close to your chest.

“Why’d you give it up?”, he was talking to you but you noticed his eyes were set on the crystal around your neck, the bright pink reflecting in his brown eyes. You tried to find an answer to his question but couldn’t find one just like you couldn’t give an answer to Taehyung when he asked. You just threw your stuff out with no explanation.

“I don’t know. It just felt wrong to do it. Like it ripped something away from me”, you shrugged, opening the book to start flipping through the pages.

“Do you think you did something to me?”, he raised an eyebrow, watching the pages with you and he could barely see the recipes on the paper due to all the words filling them. Warnings, rules, and everything else under the moon seemed to be written in there. Jungkook had no idea how you could read that stuff.

“I’m not sure but it could explain why Taehyung seems to think we knew each other before. I just don’t know why I would do such a thing”, Jungkook finally got fed up with the crystal swaying back and forth, distracting him and he grabbed the damn thing to stop it. You tried to jump back from the sudden contact just for the bookcase to stop you in your tracks.

He seemed to freeze in place, hand tightly grasping the rose quartz. The memories seemed to rise from the dead, building up from the ash inside his brain. You were just staring at him with wide eyes as his cold eyes slowly started to well up with tears. You had no idea how you had upsetted him but you just stayed still in fear that you would make it worse.

“Jungkook? Are you okay?”, you looked up at him and his arms slowly wrapped around you, holding you so tight that you thought he would break your ribs.

“I know you don’t remember but just stay still a minute, princess”, Jungkook buried his face into your shoulder, rubbing your back as if he had known you forever.

“O-Okay”, your voice cracked, awkwardly rubbing his back in return. You never thought you would see such a fighter in such a fragile state.

“Ok, princess I need you to hold this”, he pulled back and held up the crystal to you. You didn’t understand considering you had touched that thing multiple times.

“Alright?”, you reached up and touched it with your finger to find that, like you expected, nothing happened.

“Nothing? Hmm, wrap your hand around it”, he gripped your hand and made you grip it just like he had, holding your hand on his own to keep it in place. You felt more from his hand than the necklace.

“Still nothing. What happened, Jungkook?”, you ripped your hand from his, getting a little freaked out from the sudden contact. Jungkook was into you but he never initiated physical contact past the club.

“I remember everything. We did know each other before the club. You’re the reason I know Taehyung”, you couldn’t deny that that checks out considering Taehyung had told you that the morning after the club.

“Really? Then, why can’t I remember?”, you frowned, looking down at the necklace as if it would suddenly work for you.

“You did a bond-breaking spell. The necklace must be connected to why you did it or something, right?”, Jungkook raised an eyebrow and you guessed that also makes sense since Taehyung said Jungkook gave it to you it.

“Listen, I know it’s confusing right now but we’ll figure it out, okay?”, he gently put his hands on your shoulders and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay, do you remember anything that I had the night I did the spell?”, you raised an eyebrow, grabbing Jungkook’s hand to drag him out of the library and towards your apartment. You had to have done the spell there considering candles were needed for that spell.

“Not particularly”, you could tell he was deep in thought even though he was staring at you, probably trying to make up for the lost time you two had.

You began to go through the process of a bond-breaking spell in your head. Candles, carve the initials, tie the rope, and burn. Candles, carve the initials, tie the rope, and burn.

“That’s it! Burn!”, you stopped in your tracks, turning to look at Jungkook. He looked even more confused than before.

“You know nothing, do you? I had to burn the candles which means I used a lighter, right?”, you asked as if he could answer and you continued on your way, not even letting him answer before he was being dragged behind you again.

“Taehyung! Do you know where my lighter is?”, you stopped using the thing when you gave up witchcraft since you had no use for it. You had no idea what Tae had done with it after you gave it to him to use. He could use it more than you.

“Uh, why?”, he turned around on the couch along with Namjoon, both of them staring at you and a wide-eyed Jungkook. They looked at each other and then back at you both.

“I think I did a bond-breaking spell on Jungkook and I”, Taehyung just looked at you with a blank stare, having no idea what that meant, “aka I made us forget about each other”. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, well that explains a lot. Why would you do that though?”, he tilted his head and Namjoon couldn’t help but be curious too. You looked at Jungkook along with them. He looked absolutely guilty.

“You have to listen all the way through cause it is going to sound bad at first”, he gently let go of your hand just in case and you all nodded, staring at him eagerly.

“Jimin and I were obviously close friends before and he dared me to try to take ___ out because he had some weird vendetta against her due to her religion. It started out as a deal when I started to talk to you and when you were tutoring me”, your face scrunched up at the knowledge that you were being played around with. No wonder you did the spell. You had to trust Jungkook though.

“I realized, though, that I really did like spending time with you. You made me a better person and student and I think I made you more confident in your religion which explains why both of those things were stripped away after the spell. Anyways, I only continued talking to Jimin to get the necklace as a gift for you but you overheard us talking and misunderstood. You did the spell before I could explain”, it seemed like Jungkook said it all in one breath but you understood enough for relief to flood through you. Your hand instinctively held onto the necklace.

“Wow, that’s a lot”, Namjoon blinked a few times like his brain couldn’t keep up with all the information.

“Yeah, for real. Now, let me try to remember where I put that lighter”, Tae jumped up and started rummaging through drawers in your kitchen. You couldn’t focus much on him though with all the information that was just thrown at you.

“Found it!”, it had probably been after a few minutes of you and Jungkook just staring at each other before Taehyung ran over with the white lighter in his hands. He stopped and held it out to you like it was a fragile item.

“Thank you. Hopefully this works”, you smiled weakly at Jungkook and he smiled back, trying to offer some courage. You finally picked up the lighter, warmth flooding into your hands and up your arms before your own memories started to reappear. Jungkook held onto you as you started to become overwhelmed, shaking where you stood. The feeling you had before the spell came flooding back.

Your heart begged for Jungkook just like your body did before.

You pressed your cheek against Jungkook’s chest, gently punching him with your fist over and over again.

“You’re such an asshole”, you mumbled and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you. His chin ended up on top of your head.

“How am I the asshole?”.

“For not just asking me to be your girlfriend in a normal way”, you sighed, knowing that all of this could have been avoided.

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook’s heart swelled as he kept reliving all of your memories together in his head. He gently ushered with his head for Taehyung and Namjoon to leave and they nodded, gathering their belongings before heading out the door.

“For importantly, though, change your major back to theology. You’re miserable, princess”, you raised your head to look at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Your makeup doesn’t really hide the eyebags”, he smiled apologetically, trying to explain how he knew as best as he could.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll change back”, you smiled, just staring up at what you now know is someone meant to be in your life.

“Good cause I was definitely prepared to take your calculator or something if I needed to”, Jungkook smiled and you didn’t respond, too lost in the memories that didn’t seem to stop. Some were much more distracting than others.

And Jungkook certainly wasn’t helping when one of his fingers was absentmindedly circling your hip bone under your shirt, the fabric having risen up a bit.

“Jungkook”, his eyes moved to follow you as you looked up at him, his finger never stopping the shapes he was drawing unknowingly. He seemed so lost in thought that he barely registered that you were leaning up to kiss him.

“Jungkook, baby, I can’t reach”, your hands cupped his cheeks and he finally snapped out of his trance, looking at you below him. You really couldn’t because of how tall he was, especially since he was wearing boots.

“Oh, sorry princess”, he chuckled and finally leaned down to mesh your lips together, electricity sparking through you both and his hands traveled higher up to your rib cage. Your body shivered in response, moaning into his mouth. Jungkook pulled back in shock, wondering what could have elicited such a response.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s been a while”, you pouted and he just smiled, continuing to make shapes in your skin.

“I think this time I should make sure you never forget me”, he grinned and leaned down to cup the backs of your thighs with his hands, lifting you up effortlessly. Almost naturally, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“How do you plan on doing that?”, you run your fingers through his black hair, realizing it was much longer than before. You liked how curly it had become with the length.

“Well, if you will allow it, I want to treat you right this time”, Jungkook kissed the tip of your nose and you couldn’t help but nod. You had never seen such a sweet side to him and you were curious what that could be like in the bedroom. Especially considering you had not hooked up with anyone else after him.

“Please, Jungkook. But, I need you to know I haven’t done it since then”, he nodded and laid you down on your bed gently, hovering over you. It was a scene you’d love to get used to again.

“That’s okay. I’ll take it slow and if anything hurts please let me know, okay?”, you immediately nodded and Jungkook started to gently lift your shirt up until it stopped right below your breasts.

“God, I remember all the places I wanted to kiss you. I should’ve”, he sighs, pupils blown out as he takes you in.

“Really? Show me”, you were curious as you watched the man lean down, pressing his lips against the hip bone he had been circling earlier. You gasped as he suddenly bit down on the area and then licked it like he was soothing the pain.

“Here? Was this where my finger was?”, you felt yourself getting light-headed from both how close Jungkook was and from the aftermath of your memories and feelings coming back. “Princess”, his mouth moved upwards, teeth grazing against your skin until he made it to the lower part of your ribcage. “Here?”, you were so wet as you were focused on the past things Jungkook had done to you.

“Sweetheart, pay attention”, Jungkook began to push the fabric of your shirt a little higher and sucked on the underside of your boob. You immediately snapped out of the library memory that was playing in your head. Your hands were gripping his shoulders and you hadn’t even realized. “Here?”.

“Uh, yes. Well, no”, you shook your head to try to regain the past few moments back. “Oh, it was the first one!”, Jungkook chuckled at how excited you got, his hands pulling the shirt and bra off of you to throw off to the side. You shivered from how intensely he was looking at you from your chest, eyes locked on you.

“Do you remember when you realized you liked me?”, you asked, realizing Jungkook was now distracted. His eyes were darting from your breasts to your face, breathing shallow.

“Remember what?”, he finally asked, not even paying attention as he started to trace a finger around the birthmark on your ribcage.

“When you started to like me”, his hand came up to cup your breast and you instantly clenched around nothing.

“Ever since I laid eyes on you. Both times”, he looked up at you, eyes glazed over with so much lust and love that you were almost convinced this wasn’t Jungkook looking at you.

His eyes roamed until they were on the small of your back, pushing there gently to arch your back. You watched as he fit one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking on it as you rubbed your thighs together. You never noticed how sensitive your nipples were until they hardened under Jungkook’s tongue. Jungkook groaned and you looked down to notice he was stroking his cock between every breath he took between sucking your tits, watching the hard points of your nipples.

“Princess, I think I’ve changed my mind”, you were about to frown, wondering what you did wrong. Jungkook rested his head against your sternum, looking down at your body. “I think my favorite color must be red now”, he said as his finger trailed along the waistband of your underwear peeking out from over your skirt. He moved his finger down to push the skirt down your legs, shoving it off the bed along with your shirt.

You let out a sigh of relief and Jungkook smirked as his finger moved down your panties, grazing over your clit and down to the wet spot in the fabric. “Damn, princess”, he quietly whispered and your cheeks heated up at the knowledge that you were way too swollen and wet for how little he has done. “Your body really did miss me, huh?”, Jungkook looked up at you and you just nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

He moved the fabric of your panties to the side, his finger getting soaked between your folds and he slowly started to sink the digit into your entrance. There was no resistance and Jungkook smiled at how you clenched around the finger, trying to make sure the pleasure wouldn’t leave.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful”, the words barely reached your ears as you closed your eyes, leaning against the pillow below you as pleasure erupted through you. You could feel Jungkook’s lips trailing along your stomach as he slowly added another finger, stretching you out more. His fingers were big and you had to open your legs further to make room. His other hand began to circle shapes on your hip.

“Relax, sweetheart”, your hands immediately gripped his arms when he curled his fingers just right inside of you, your mouth hanging open as pleasure went up your spine. He smiled at the sight, continuing to thrust into that spot. “There it is”, your nails were digging into his skin but Jungkook didn’t mind one bit. He only had one goal in mind and that was to get you prepped for him, resulting in his face slowly going lower down your body.

You didn’t really notice until you felt his warm tongue press against your clit, causing you to clench around his fingers and let out a gasp. Your hands moved to grip the sheets when Jungkook moved his own to hold your thighs apart, feeling them shake within his grasp. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten up and you were clenching tightly around Jungkook’s fingers, barely allowing him to move them.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck, Jungkook”, he kept his speed steady, swiping his tongue back and forth on your bundle of nerves until you’re cumming all over his fingers. He slowly pulled them out, letting you ride the orgasm. Embarrassment fills you as you look down to see his digits completely soaked in your arousal. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you calm down from your high.

“Can you handle more, baby? Can I fuck you?”, he’s gently rubbing your sore thighs as he looks down at you, waiting patiently for a response as you catch your breath. You move your hands to rub his arms, letting him know you’re okay.

“Yeah, please fuck me”, you nod and Jungkook kisses your forehead as he pulls down his pants and boxers. You watch as he starts pumping his cock with his hand, quickly being reminded of how big he is. Your mouth practically waters at the sight, watching as precum starts to leak from the tip.

He pushes himself between your thighs, aligning his cock with your entrance and the tip is pressing against your entrance.

“Are you ready? Let me know if it’s too much”, you nod and Jungkook leans down further against you, allowing you to wrap your arms around him as an anchor before he’s pushing himself in slowly. The burn of the stretch is worse than usual and your nails dig into Jungkook’s skin as you wince.

“Jungkook, hurts”, he immediately stops, looking down at you with concern. You wrap your legs around his waist and the new angle helps a little bit with the stretch.

“Just wait a second. I’m okay”, you smile reassuringly and he nods, pressuring his forehead against yours as he relishes in how you feel.

“Princess, you’re so tight and warm”, he sighs and you smile before you’re kissing him, getting used to the stretch he was providing you. You pulled back and gave Jungkook a nod. He slowly started to push more inside until he bottomed out, completely pressed against you.

“Can I move, princess? Or do you need more time?”, he gently pushed your legs up against your chest.

“You can move”, you nodded and looked down, watching as his cock completely came out of you just to go all the way back in as Jungkook moved. A bulge formed in your stomach every time he went back inside and you could’ve cum just at the sight of that.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you take my cock”, he groaned, watching the same scene you are and you clenched at the praise. Jungkook had to have noticed cause he grinned before his finger was circling your clit, enhancing the pleasure he was already giving you plenty of. He started setting an even pace and the familiar knot was forming again in your stomach, your legs shaking around Jungkook’s waist.

He was a little clumsy sometimes, cock slipping out just for him to have to align it back in but he felt too good for you to mind at all. His voice was tickling your skin as he whispered about how beautiful you are or how good you felt but you honestly couldn’t focus much on it. You were sucking him in deeper with every thrust he took, gripping him harder as if your body couldn’t let him go.

You watched as Jungkook trembled on top of you, pure pleasure going across his face as his cum filled you, spilling out as he continued to thrust. You grinned and bit into Jungkook’s shoulder as your own orgasm engulfed you, holding him close to you as he started to slow down.

“Would now be an appropriate time to ask you to be my girlfriend?”, Jungkook leaned back a bit to see your face, sweat dripping down both of your faces as his cock remained inside of you. You laughed and kissed him on the nose.

“Better late than never, I guess. Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend”, you nodded and Jungkook smiled at you, starting to place kisses anywhere he could reach before he collapsed on your chest.

“Good. Also, I’m going to buy you crystals after we rest. This place is boring without them”, your new boyfriend says as he briefly looks around your room. You do the same and realize he’s right.

It was hard to just ignore the natural instinct that it was, but, even then, everything about that video was familiar. That was your hair cascading down the woman’s shoulders and your thighs spread open in front of the camera. He recognized the plaid skirt he was always beyond astonished by hunched up around your waist. It had lost its function and did practically nothing to cover the lace panties underneath. 

His mouth watered at the sight between your thigh-high sock covered thighs. Your wetness left little to the imagination as to what was hidden beneath the lace, soaking through the fabric and making it practically transparent. Your pussy looked so puffy and ready to be used. Chan had no doubt you had played with yourself prior and he wished he could have been the one to see it. To tell you what to do. 

Honestly, you were just down the hall and he could do that if he truly wanted to. Make you play with yourself again until you are squirming and begging to cum, maybe even some tears spilling down your cheeks in frustration. But, he also couldn’t do that. Not if he didn’t want to potentially ruin the friendship between both of you. You trusted him to live with you and he wouldn’t ruin that. Not without a particularly strong - almost painful - shove. 

So, instead, Chan sat on his bed, hand wrapped around his engorged erection in a weak attempt to control his urges as if you weren’t waiting there for him doors away. He was originally just looking for normal Twitter porn, scrolling endlessly until he found someone that looked remotely like you and imagined himself as the man fucking you. It was easier said than done simply because he had imagined making you feel good for so long that he knew that person wasn’t you. You wouldn’t sound like that. Your breasts didn’t look like that. Nothing about them was you.

But, this was you. Your gorgeous breasts waiting to be bit and sucked on as he held them with his big hands, feeling the weight of them. Your thighs waiting to be pinned down as he thrust himself inside of you. And your hands that could run through his hair as pleasure filled you up (or his cum). 

Chan snapped himself out of his intrusive thoughts, looking down to realize he was pumping himself so fast mid-trance that he had already came. His white seed covered his fist and his boxers that sat around his thighs. Chan groaned in frustration before his focus snapped back to the screen when he heard what he considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world. Your moan.

Apparently, he had been so long in his imagination that you had time to slip your panties to the side and slide two fingers into yourself. You were pumping them steadily as your other hand was busy working slow circles on your clit. Despite the lack of likelihood he’d use it, Chan made sure to remember that. Remember the pace you liked. Fast pumps but slow circles. Fast but slow. Rough but love-making. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum!”, your back arched against the familiar black bed sheets on your bed. Chan found himself disregarding his own body and brought his hand back to his hardening - but still recovering - cock, stroking it up and down slowly. He wanted to cum with you, imagine filling you up instead of your small fingers. Imagine that you were begging him for permission rather than all of your followers watching that very same livestream. It was obvious your pleas were meant for the commenters based on the way you bucked your hips towards the camera in front of you. He could only imagine your eyes were trained on a computer behind it, reading all the comments flooding in.

Chan couldn’t stop himself before he was typing with his free hand. He typed ‘No, edge yourself for us. Then you can cum’. He didn’t actually expect his comment to be the one among many to stand out to you but apparently it did because your eyes lit up with something he had never seen. Something devilish within those typically angelic eyes. Maybe he stood out because he had donated so much money along with the request or maybe it was exactly the order you were looking for. 

Slowly you stopped your movements, whining desperately as your orgasm washed away as if it was never there to begin with. Chan stopped his own movements too, wanting to experience it all with you. Your clit was throbbing on the screen, obviously irritated that you had worked it so much just to not release. He watched as your chest rose up and down, trying to soothe your harsh breaths after you edged yourself. You just looked so pretty. So perfect.

Finally, your fingers dipped back into yourself. It was three this time and you scissor yourself open, giving Chan a clear view of your cunt. All he could do was imagine it was him there in place of your fingers as he wrapped his fist around his cock again, the cum from his previous orgasm lubricating the action. 

“Fuck, want to cum. Really want to cum”, you started moving your fingers faster and Chan realized he had never seen you like this. Desperate. Typically, he was the desperate one. Even if it was just asking you for help when it came to cooking or a specific task from work. You were beyond independent and found a way to do practically any task alone, but, with this, you wanted to be praised and watched. Want to know you’re doing well.

So, Chan answered. ‘Good girl, you can cum now. You’ve done so well’. As soon as it was sent in, your body started shaking. Your poor little body just couldn’t take the edging anymore and apparently his permission was all you needed because your fingers were soaked before Chan could even blink. His own orgasm joined yours, spilling over his hand and onto the bed sheets. 

Even with his hips bucking wildly into his hands, he just couldn’t stop as he watched your fingers come back out of you. They were glistening in the light with your juices. Now all Chan wanted was to suck on them, tasting you in the most lustful way. He betted that you tasted more delicious than anything he had had before. 

If only he could be in front of that camera too. He’d eat you out until you were crying and begging for him to let you cum. He’d let everyone know who you really belonged to as they watched you moan and plead beneath him. 

Chan’s hand stopped moving as an idea popped in his head. He was now staring at a blank screen since you had ended the video and thoughts of joining you one day was all he could think. Well, until he realized just what camera you were using. 

It was his camera. The one he recorded lives on or took with him for photography purposes. He had been wondering why it kept disappearing around the same time everyday. Originally, he had just thought you took it for photos of yourself (you had always had a knack for taking amazing photographs of yourself to post) for your social media. But, apparently, the reality was much more scandalous. 

Chan knew that it was his camera. It was the same level of quality and the volume of your voice was the same as his own in his videos. He just guessed that you definitely deleted the footage before you returned it to him since he had never seen them before now.

“Chan! I have your camera and I was wondering if you’ve seen my laptop?”, you softly knocked on his door and Chan’s head jerked to look at it, panic seeping in when he returned his gaze to his lower half. He was covered in his own sin and your laptop was sitting on his bed with your own porn video up. You were definitely not coming in yet.

“Hold on!”, he called back as he scrambled to get up, wincing when the bed screeched against the floor. He knew you were anything but stupid but, at this time, he hoped you were a little too dense to realize just why he couldn’t answer the door right away. Chan’s fluffy hair swayed back and forth in front of his eyes. Typically, he loved his longer hair but it was a nuisance at the time. It just needed to get out of his fucking way.

He grabbed a clean rag off of his bathroom counter and quickly wiped away the remnants of his session, the cloth becoming sticky in his grip. Rinsing it all off proved to be more difficult than he thought when all he could think about was how you were waiting for him on the other side of that door just minutes after you had filmed a video of you touching yourself. That he had watched. 

Chan pulled his boxers and gym shorts back up his legs and to his hips after he had wiped those off too, turning his waist around in different directions to inspect himself and make sure nothing was left over. Finally, he turned back to your laptop and cleared the history and tabs on it before shutting it down and closing it. As if nothing happened.

Chan had to laugh as he walked towards the door. You stole his camera to record your own masturbation session while he stole your laptop to watch said video. Apparently you two were more perverted than he had previously thought. Then again, it wasn’t exactly his fault that his computer had decided to stop working (probably due to similar searches that had brought him to you). 

“What’s so funny?”, you tilted your head cutely when Chan had finally opened his door and if he hadn’t just witnessed what he did then he would’ve continued being fooled by your innocent aura. You were just so kind and Chan knew you had never been in a relationship before. He wasn’t sure if it was because you just weren’t interested, liked being independent, or you were too busy for one. 

The thing is that it was none of those things. Chan didn’t know that at the time but the reason you turned down so many men was because they could never live up to the person you truly wanted.

The person that lived just down the hall from you.

“Oh nothing. Jisung just texted me a really funny joke”, Chan shrugged and looked you up and down before he could stop himself. It wasn’t new for you two to share clothes since you were so close but something about seeing you in basically only his shirt after what you just did set a fire within his stomach. A fire that just couldn’t be extinguished no matter the relationship you two seemed to have. 

“What was it? He really does have the funniest jokes”, you grinned as you handed the camera back to him. The small device felt oddly heavy in his hands. He could feel the weight of what it now symbolized to him. The devil inside of your angel. The hidden side of you.

Chan looked back up at you and realized he didn’t actually have a joke on the spot to tell you. He simply turned around and put the camera on his bedsheets before he grabbed your laptop and handed it to you. You hugged it to your chest as you patiently waited for his answer, your body rocking side to side on your feet. 

“You’ll have to ask him. It just isn’t as funny when I say them”, Chan chuckled with a shrug. He was looking for any escape but there was none. He’d have to get past you and that would seem rude.

“Ah, alright. Are you going to the studio tonight?”, you finally moved back and turned to go into the living room. Chan let out probably the longest sigh of relief ever and followed behind you, happy to have a little room to think things over. You were just so intoxicating that thinking wasn’t really his strong suit around you.

“Yeah, I need to work on the last song for the album”, he nodded, sitting on the opposite couch as you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never sat that far from you. If anything, he was always smothering you with his head in your lap. He just loved the feeling of your hands going through his hair.

“Well, remember what I told you. Get back home early and get enough sleep. Oh, and I’ll pack you some food real quick”, there were many layers when it came to your personality. The layer that Chan saw the most. An almost motherly layer that took good care of him and any other people you cared for. Of course, there were other layers that were slowly showing. The teasing layer that made fun of him when he was stupid and called him out on his problems. The creative layer that helped him finish his songs and is able to figure out a solution to any issue that seems to come up. And, the most recent revelation, the devilish layer that didn’t care what others thought as long as you felt good. The layer that allowed for you to fulfill your wishes rather than focus on the wishes of others.

He liked that layer.

“Actually, want to come with me? I’m having a little trouble finishing this song”, Chan finally worked up the courage to ask after a small internal battle. He had a lot of those battles and it was slowly eating him alive. He wanted to be able to be with you without thinking about the possibility of going too far. 

“Sure! I’ll bring my laptop so I can work too while I help”, you grabbed some of the leftovers from the fridge and stuffed it into a lunchbox for him along with an ice pack. It was no secret that Chan wasn’t very good at house chores. So, you took care of most of those and he would take care of most of the rent. It wasn’t that you didn’t work. You were probably one of the most hardworking people Chan had ever met. He just didn’t see it fair for you to do all of that work and still have to pay for half of the rent. 

“Thank you”, Chan gently took the lunchbox and leaned forward before he could stop himself, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead like he always did. It was his way of showing thanks and love to you and your heart would always flutter painfully in your chest when he did it. It just felt so nice and comforting. 

“You're welcome. Ready to go?”, he put his finger up as a silent gesture to wait, walking back to his bedroom to grab that camera. He walked back out and you weren’t there. Your bedroom door was closed so he just assumed you were changing and he knew you would just assume that the camera would be for a live. 

But that’s not exactly what he had in mind.

The only sound in the studio was the typing from both of the computers. Every now and then, Chan would let you listen to what he had so far through the headphones. You’d tap your foot to the beat or make a brief suggestion to better it before you went to sit down and work again. 

You were still going through college courses as well as working as a product tester. It was actually a pretty interesting job and it did provide you with amazing problem-solving skills. There was always something that could be approved upon with products and, in a little more of a complex way, humans were just breathing products. Breathing issues.

But Chan’s issues weren’t really outside related. They were within him. In his rapidly beating heart, his memory, and his own personal butterflies massacring his stomach. 

They were within his love for you. 

“Song check, please”, he turned around in his chair, holding out the headphones to you. You looked up and nodded, getting up with no hesitation. If he wasn’t such a coward, Chan would just grab your hips and have you work on his lap. 

But, he just watched as you put those headphones on and started the song again, listening through carefully. In reality, Chan took these moments to watch you. To watch as your eyes lit up when you found a particular part you liked or how your hips swayed along with the rhythm. He found himself remembering that people fell in love. It wasn’t simply a feeling. It was a place.

You were his place. His home. 

“I love it. Everything is perfect. Do you have ideas for the lyrics?”, you hovered the headphones over his head and carefully placed them above his ears again. His hair looked like it wanted to fight against the restraint of them and it was wildly adorable to you. 

“I actually think I do. But, that’s a secret”, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his songs was about you. About those layers he loved. Whenever he looked at you, his mind ran wild with lyrics about just how much he adored you. About how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you.

“Professional as always, I see”, you joked, playfully ruffling his hair as if he was one of those dogs you petted at the park. Chan realized that maybe his favorite thing about you was that you didn’t try to burn out his flame of madness. You fed it. You blew on it and made it grow larger. You didn’t want him to be perfect or “normal”. You wanted him as he was. And he wanted you as you were.

You two fed each others’ flames. Maybe they even join together at times to make a more powerful fire. 

The only issue with fire is that, while it can be beautiful, it can be dangerous. It could offer warmth and protection but it could also offer destruction and pain. Chan was just simply hovering his hand over that flame. Whether he stuck his hand in was up to him. Whether he wanted to get a chance at finding happiness or getting burned was up to him.

“It’s not for a professional reason”, Chan looked up at you as he placed his big hands on your waist, drawing circles on the skin underneath your shirt there. His hands were cold against your warm skin and you wanted to just melt into a puddle. 

“What is the reason then?”, Chan couldn’t answer that. He was getting dangerously close to that fire, about to taste the pain of burning. His heart was going to be set aflame and there would be nothing he could do to stop it. No extinguisher for his emotional trauma. 

So, instead, he moved one of his hands and grabbed your own, intertwining them. You watched as he moved your hands towards his chest, pressing your palm against his thin shirt over his heart. You could feel the once steady beat pound harder and faster against his skin. You could even feel your own heart beating faster to match his. Synchronizing with one another. Your heart sang out for his.  

“I don’t understand”, Chan chuckled weakly and took a deep breath. Slowly, you realized just what that song you had listened to meant. While it had no lyrics and was really just the base for something much more beautiful, the beat was slow and heart wrenching and then fast-paced and fun. The two sides of the coin of love. It can be painful and beautiful. The only issue was that it was obvious Chan had been losing that coin toss for a while. 

“Me too”, you whispered and Chan could almost hear the relief in your voice. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that was losing that coin toss. Maybe you were hovering your hand over that flame longer than he had been. He’d never know.

“Can I?”, wait, there is something you have to tell him before you give in to the little devil on your shoulder that was telling you to smash your lips against his. He was waiting there for you, looking up at you with more warmth than you had ever seen before. So much admiration. 

“There’s something you should know. It’s not something I’m proud of but-”, Chan bursted out laughing and you just stood there, utterly confused. Did you look weird? Was there something on your face?

“That you’re a bit of a porn star? I know”, you had to stand there for a moment. You were honestly surprised that your mouth wasn’t hanging open in shock. How did he know? Did he fucking hear you? That’s so embarrassing-  

“I actually accidentally found your latest video”, Chan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the camera sitting there on his desk. You never could’ve expected Chan to be one to find time to watch those kinds of things. It had never even dawned on you that he could find you easily. Your videos weren’t much of a secret anymore even if your face was never in them.

“And you still like me? I felt like that was a turn off for men”, your best friend shook his head quickly, pulling you over to sit on his lap. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you straddled him, being careful not to move and reveal that devilish layer itching beneath your skin. A layer that was only one movement away from ripping through and devouring you whole. 

Your videos were just a temporary solution to appease the most sinful parts of yourself. To stop yourself from doing things you may regret.

“If it was then you wouldn’t be making money, right? I actually find it really attractive. You look exquisite on video. Plus, it’s your body so do what you want with your body”, Chan’s veiny hands ran up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up in the process. If he looked down then he could see how your panties stuck to your cunt. Or, even better, you weren’t wearing any at all. 

“I’ve never actually filmed with a partner before. Although, you know that. I never brought anyone over”, you giggled softly, finding it strangely ironic that you made those types of videos with barely any experience at all. It was all just with you. You had never had a body pressed against your own and controlling you. Never had a Chan to help with your needs.

“Want to change that?”, Chan smirked, grabbing the camera and teasingly waving it in front of your face. You gulped, trying to swallow back down your desires. To try to think a logical thought. That the lighting wasn’t right or that your friendship was too valuable. But how could you think such things when the man you truly loved was sitting below you, ready to own you in the most primal way possible. 

“Yeah, I want to change that”, you nodded surely, the devil finally ripping through your skin. Chan could see it happening. Your eyes got darker, hips grinding down against his. It was obvious all you cared about at that moment was pleasure. And if Chan’s way of getting it was through recording the moment you two meet then you were willing to do it.

“Lift it up then, babygirl”, you understood what he meant as he got the camera ready, his big hands fiddling with the buttons to turn it on. You lifted up your skirt, revealing the soft white cotton panties underneath. It was obvious you had gone for comfortable clothes after your previous video but Chan could care less. He didn’t want them on much longer anyways. 

“Ready?”, you looked up to see the camera pointed down to between your legs and you nodded, leaning in to press your lips to Chan’s. His lips were so soft and plump, molding into yours perfectly. The kiss was like fire coursing through your veins and Chan didn’t help the feeling when he gripped the back of your hair possessively with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his body. Your chest was pressed against his and all he wanted to do was push his hands underneath your shirt, feeling how hard your nipples got just from the contact his cold hands gave. Except, that would have to wait for another time. He just really needed you.

“Alright, it’s on now”, Chan pecked your lips before he turned the camera on, looking at the screen to make sure everything was in focus. It was and now all he wanted was to rip your panties off and film you as you rode him. The only issue with that is that you were a virgin and he wasn’t going to hurt you. You needed to be ready.

“Push them aside for me, okay?”, he gently instructed and you nodded, lifting your hips up to push your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. He ran his free hand along your slit, collecting your wetness with his fingers. Once the camera was focused on your pussy, Chan pushed one finger in slowly, making sure you were ready for more. The stretch was more than your own finger and you had to move your knees a little further apart but it was nothing unbearable. 

“More, princess?”, Chan tilted his head, listening intently to the sounds of your cunt sucking in his fingers. He could only hope the camera would pick up on such a beautiful sound. 

“Yes, please”, you nodded quickly, placing your hands on Chan’s broad shoulders for leverage as he pushed two more fingers into you, curling them to reach that special spot inside of you. Then, he started moving the fingers back and forth quickly, ramming into that spot over and over again as sparks ran down your spine each time that spot got hit. Your fingers could only ever barely reach that spot, brushing up against it needily. Chan’s fingers seemed to be able to go past it because the tips of his fingers were having no problem finding that spot. 

“Right there! Just keep doing it right there”, you whimpered, your nails digging into the soft skin of your best friend’s shoulders. Chan was sure he wouldn’t be able to go shirtless around anyone anytime soon but he could care less. He was finally meeting the devil he had fallen in love with just as much as the angel. It felt so good to finally experience both and to know that his feelings were returned.

Chan would’ve loved to watch you come undone all over his fingers but, right now, he just wanted to watch you bounce on his cock like he’s sure you’ve been dreaming of. Now that he thinks about it, you must’ve imagined him doing all those things to you that you did on camera. Just as he did during his masturbation sessions. 

“Sorry, princess. I want you to cream on my cock instead”, he grinned and pulled his fingers out right before your release was about to snap. You whined loudly and gripped his wrist, trying to bring his fingers back to their rightful place. Chan just shushed you and pointed to his belt, a clear order for you to take it off since his hands were busy holding the camera. You nodded obediently and fumbled with his belt buckle, making him chuckle as he watched you struggle.

Eventually, you got it off (you had no clue why Chan had decided to go with the tightest it could go) and pulled his jeans and boxers down, revealing the absolutely mouth-watering sight of his hard cock. You knew he had big dick energy but damn. You should’ve seen it coming from when you would joke around about him having a small one and he’d just laugh. A short little chuckle to hide all that was hiding inside his jeans. 

“Go at your own speed. I know it’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you”, Chan’s free hand gently kneaded the skin of your hip, reassuring you that he would never be upset that you took your time. If anything, he wanted this to last forever. He had nowhere to be except inside of you.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. The fact that your hand couldn’t fit all the way around the base made your mouth water. You had always imagined what it would be like for him to be buried deep inside of you but now you’d finally get to experience it. He was going to be much better than any dildo you’ve used. You could already tell that.

“Can I kiss you while I do it?”, Chan almost cooed at how cute you looked. You were hovering above his cock and it was rubbing itself between your folds as you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt amazing to have your own slick coating his dick but Chan held his attention on how your eyes sparkled, shining with the hope that you’d be able to kiss him again. Maybe he wasn’t alone when he imagined what it would be like to have your lips pressed together. Maybe that kiss felt as good to you as it did to him. 

“Of course, babygirl”, he nodded firmly, cupping your cheek before he softly pressed his lips back against your’s, offering a sense of safety as you finally began to sink down on him. The tip slightly burned as it pushed through your entrance, stretching it much further than any toy you had used prior. Still, it would’ve hurt much worse if you weren’t so wet for him. The juices lubed him up enough to get further inside of you and Chan almost came right then and there when he saw the bulge within your stomach on the camera screen. He’d have to get your gorgeous moans in one of his songs, the video on a disc for him to watch whenever he wanted, and a shirt of his for you to wear for your next one. There has to be a next one. 

“Feel good?”, Chan cooed, watching as your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head once your butt finally landed on his thighs. He was all the way inside of you and watching Chan’s big hand press down on his bulge fondly made you whimper, desperately grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. You were already shaking and Chan moved his hand to your hip, gripping the skin underneath your skirt to help you move, controlling your speed in a way that would help him find what would make you let go of all of your sanity. That would make you think of just his cock and how good it was making you feel. 

“Mhm! It feels really good. Keep going that speed, please”, hearing that sweet melody of naughty and nice was perfect. The innocence of your manners and begging mixed with the instructions that you knew made you feel good. Chan could do nothing but obey, keeping his pace steady as he thrusted up into you. Your nails were practically ruining his shoulders at this point but the sting only reminded him that he was making you feel that good.

Plus, he had to look up and watch once he heard the sniffling, steady tears falling down your cheeks from the feelings rushing through you. Chan could tell it wasn’t due to pain. You always tend to cry from overwhelming emotions. Apparently that involved pleasure as well.

“Want to cum, princess? Gonna cum all over my cock like I wanted?”, Chan’s eyelids fluttered as he rested his head back against the chair, feeling his cock throb inside of you with the undenying need to fill you up and watch his cum spill down your thighs. You nodded quickly, moving your hands down to press against his chest. Chan could just tell you were barely holding onto reality, your hands your only way to stay sane as your pussy clenches around him.

Finally, the knot inside of you snapped apart and you came, leaking all over Chan’s cock and spilling out to stick to his thighs. Feeling you tighten up around him was enough for his own release to come and he started to spill himself inside of you, coating your walls in warm white. 

He watched with heavy breaths as sweat rolled down your thighs along with the mixture of cum, creating a beautifully nasty waterfall. Chan pecked your lips before he stopped filming, placing the camera on the desk once again. Both of his hands rubbed the skin of your sore thighs in slow circles, almost drawing on them as if he were lost in thought.

“You okay?”, he looked up at you, noticing how you had a small lopsided grin on your face. He was confused until you started giggling, your head falling forward to the point that your forehead rested against his shoulder. He couldn’t help but override his confusion with his own chuckling, lighthearted sounds that cut through the tension like a freshly sharpened knife. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Although, I never thought I’d be doing this today”, you smiled, sitting up to softly kiss Chan’s forehead, a silent thanks for his concern. He almost melted from the feeling of your soft lips and your arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. 

“Neither did I but I don’t regret it at all. Let’s get you laid down and you can rest. I’ll go get us some food if that’s okay?”, he spoke softly, his chest vibrating from his voice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Chan’s hands cupped securely under your thighs to get up, walking you over to the couch you were previously sitting on. He cautiously laid you down and made sure you were comfortable before he draped his hoodie over you.

“That’s okay. Just come back quickly”, you nodded and Chan nodded back, pecking your lips before he was making his way out the door, closing it behind him. You were left alone to think about what just happened. If you regretted letting go like that. If you regretted letting him film you like that.

You didn’t. You felt safe more than anything.

Maybe it was the comforting smell of his hoodie around you or the way he checked up on you but something about Chan made you know he would never hurt you or break your trust. Your trust was his everything. He made that clear just through your friendship. 

Your eyes shut before you could stop them, relaxing your sore muscles against the firm furniture. Chan would always come back to you and that realization helped you fall asleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been out but when you woke up from the sound of rustling, your vision cleared up to see a vase of flowers and a plan B box sitting beside you on the coffee table, making you chuckle under your breath. 

“Takeout?”, you sat up and looked over at that same computer chair to see Chan sitting with a takeout box on his lap. His warm smile lit up the room and it seemed infectious, making energy spike through your body as you got up to get your food. 

“Takeout”, you nodded, taking the box away from him before you started walking towards the couch again. Chan shook his head with a grin, watching how your cute hips swayed as you walked. Then, his gaze wandered upwards, a thoughtful hum filling the air once his eyes were on your neck.

“What are you thinking about?”, you asked, tilting your head as he hummed again once you had turned back around. You took a bite of your food as you waited for his answer, stuffing your cheeks with the delicious fast food.

Jacob, your boyfriend, was said to be the kindest person in the entire idol industry. He never uttered one curse word and seemed to be calm in the most demeaning situations. He was simply too kind to say a word against anyone or to lift a finger to hurt anything or anyone. 

You literally saw him gently put a fly outside of the house because “it didn’t do anything wrong”. He was just so gentle with everything and that even applied to you. He never wanted to hurt you and he never felt the need to be stern with you because you were a “good girl”. That was his favorite phrase to use with you. His good girl.

Key word there is his. 

The only weakness your angel seemed to have was his possessiveness. Due to his reputation, he’d never announce such feelings in front of the press but they were very much there. Just hidden behind his perfect little mask. 

Fans could probably see it in the way he put his hand on your hip when a fanboy got too close or through the way he would suck little bruises on your neck for them to see. Still, it didn’t directly show just how jealous he was. It was nothing to worry about.

Or was it?

That’s what you wanted to find out tonight. Even if that meant having another man’s hands on you briefly. You just wanted Jacob to know he wasn’t going to hurt you. That he could trust his own body to stop when you needed it to. He just needed that extra push. 

And maybe so did this guy flirting with you. 

“Want to go out after this? I know a good bar near here”, Jacob had simply walked away to get you ice cream and this man took that as a sign to come talk to you. His hand was on your thigh and it was apparent that he was just trying to get you drunk and in his bed. It wasn’t like it was working. You weren’t that stupid, but you did want to give Jacob that push.

“Sure! I’ve been dying for a cocktail”, you smiled warmly at the man. It was usually a smile specifically reserved for Jacob, but this man would get to have a taste of it today. 

“Great! Want to head there now? I’m sure your frie-”, he was cut off by a rough shove, pushing him off of the bench and onto the grass below. You looked up to see the piercing glare your boyfriend was giving the man. It was something you’ve never seen before. Something you never expected could come from your boyfriend.

“That’s boyfriend. Now get the fuck out of here”, your eyes went wide at the curse word. It felt so unnatural to hear it coming from a man you could have sworn had never said such a word like that since he was little. But, nothing could compare to the sheer terror you felt creep up your spine when Jacob turned his body to look at you. 

It seemed like his body had almost tripled in size but you knew it just felt like that because of how small you felt underneath him. He looked so intimidating and it really seemed like he was going to rip you apart. 

“Get in the car.”

“What? What about the ice cream?”, Jacob groaned and gripped your jaw, probably leaving red marks there from just how rough his fingers were. 

“I didn’t get it. Now, get in the car because I’m about a minute away from fucking you on this bench until you can’t walk”, you gulped from just how cold his eyes looked. It was like your precious angel had been replaced by an entirely new demon. And you liked it. 

Without a word, you nodded and he let go of you. He crossed his arms as he walked behind you, watching you as if you were merely a piece of prey for him to play with. You could only imagine what he was thinking. 

The entire car ride was silent and all you could do was look out the window at the buildings passing by in a blur. Jacob’s hand was the only thing tethering you to the present, it’s presence on your thigh a constant reminder that you fucked up. You really fucked up.

By the time he had parked and opened your door, you had practically been reduced to nothing more than a ragdoll. His hand was cupped around the back of your neck and he guided you towards the front door by it, kicking the car door closed with his shoe as if it weighed nothing. He did the same with the front door as soon as you were both inside. His hand moved to the front of your neck, squeezing the side of it and he watched as your eyes rolled back. He chuckled. 

A sinister, mischievous, and demonic chuckle. 

“You know, I never imagined you’d look this pretty with my hand around your throat”, your own hand moved up to grip his wrist and he almost stopped. Well, until he heard your beautiful choked moan fill his ears. Finally, he was going to allow himself to continue. 

Jacob pressed you against the wall and lifted his knee to start rubbing between your legs. He scoffed at how quickly you melted, your legs wobbling as he rubbed against your clothed clit.

“If I didn’t know better than I’d say you did all that to get punished”, oh that smirk on his face was enough to know that he knew that was exactly what you were doing. Any other day, you would have pushed that guy away immediately. Still, he wanted you to admit it.

“I did. I’m sorry”, your lip quivered as a sob broke through. Jacob loosened his grip to allow you some air before he returned it to how it was before. Even in this state, he cared more about your well being than releasing his anger and it made your heart swell. 

“Your apologies are useless. Apologies from a stupid cockslut mean nothing”, you were about to come right there inside your pants but he pulled his knee away, “how about we put that mouth to actual use?” he released your throat and you crumbled to your knees. It was almost like you were mind controlled, following his every whim without a second thought.

“Open your mouth and put your hands behind your back”, you followed each order obediently, worried that you’d make him even angrier if you so much as said one word back. Jacob circles around you like a shark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You could hear the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and, before you could turn your head to look, your hands were being bound behind your back. You could only imagine the snarl that must’ve taken over your boyfriend’s face once he saw that man near you and it exhilarated you. 

“You really do want to be ruined, don’t you? Want to make it up to me?”, he was now in front of you and the sight made your mouth water. His big cock was out, leaking precum down the sides and the sight made you immediately think of his thick seed inside of you. 

“Please”, you begged just like you knew he liked and he gripped your hair, tilting your head back before he pushed his dick into your mouth. Jacob knows you well enough to know if it becomes too much and he goes as far into your mouth as he can without making you uncomfortable, but it was far rougher than usual. You could practically feel his tip leaving a bruise on the top of your mouth. 

Looking up at Jacob through the tears welling in your eyes caused your hips to buck needily against his shoe. He was watching you with hooded eyes, grip tight in your hair as he groaned through his smirk. He was getting off to watching you choke on his cock and he just looked so evil like that. Watching you suffer.

You felt him twitch inside your mouth but he pulled you off of him by your hair, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip. It looked almost painful and you knew he was saving that for somewhere else. 

“How about I fill up your pretty pussy? Maybe men will stay away if they see your belly all swollen with my baby. Would you like that?”, Jacob was already picking you up before you could answer, walking towards the bedroom as the belt dug into your wrists.

“Yes! Please, fill me up”, he grinned and placed you on the bed, your cheek pressed against the pillow. It felt unnatural to have nothing to support you up but you knew Jacob wanted your ass as high as possible, perked up only for him. 

Maybe it was because your boyfriend had no reason to use such strength before but the sound of your pants ripping clean in half made you jump forward. Luckily, they were sweatpants rather than your favorite pair of jeans that you thought about wearing out. Jacob simply gripped your hips to pull you back to where you were. 

“You’re okay with this? I don’t think I’m going to be as gentle as usual”, you laughed as he pulled your panties down your legs and started to gently rub your hips. Of course he was going to be rougher. He was pissed off but he still felt the need to prepare you. 

“I’m ready, angel. I can handle it”, in no way did you mean that to sound like teasing but apparently your usual pet name for your boyfriend would not do right now. He wasn’t an angel and he wasn’t going to treat you like one would. If anything, he’d treat you like the opposite would. 

“We’ll see about that”, Jacob chuckled and started to rub his tip along your folds, collecting the embarrassing amount of wetness there. It was driving you crazy each time he’d slap his cock against your clit and all you wanted to do was jolt away. 

“You’re so desperate for it. You always put on the same act around everyone else. That you’re a good girl. An innocent good girl”, he pushed his tip inside of you, making your breath hitch from the stretch but he just pulled it back out and continued his previous ministrations, “little do they know they’re all being duped.”

“Please. Please, I’ll do anything!”, each stroke of his cock was making you lose your mind and all you wanted was relief. The only thing you earned from your words was a spank on your ass though, a bright red handprint making you cut yourself off. 

“Don’t speak when I’m fucking talking. Got it?”, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back so you had to look over your shoulder at him. The cold glint in his eyes was so foreign but you welcomed it whole-hearteningly through a nod, clamping your mouth shut to let him keep talking.

“I always tried to praise you no matter how filthy you got. But, here you are saying you’ll literally do anything just to get your pussy ruined. Are you really that much of a whore?”, Jacob finally started to thrust into you, filling you up until he couldn’t go any further. Still, he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of movement until he felt you had learned your lesson. 

“N-no, I’m not!”, despite your protests, even you knew you were more than needy for your boyfriend. His touch was your own cocaine. It caused you to become high off adrenaline and lust, mind fuzzy with thoughts about what he could do to you. 

“Then why are you here? Begging for me to have my way with you? I bet your little friends would be so disappointed in you”, it was no secret Jacob found it ironic that you had such conservative friends. He loved to point it out any time you did anything out of the ordinary to them. This was definitely out of the ordinary.

“Is it because you’re just a whore for me? Is that it? You just love my cock so much that you feel the need to make me jealous to get it? Baby, you could’ve just asked”, he laughed and started to move his hips slowly, gently meeting your hips with his own. It was nowhere near fast enough to get you to finish. He knew that.

“I am. I’m just a whore for you! Now, please move. I’m all your’s and I just wanted your cock so please give it to me!”, all the begging made him involuntarily snap his hips a little harder, making you moan against the pillow below you. Jacob stilled for a moment.

“You already have it though”, you couldn’t help but turn your head to glare at him and he bursted out laughing, that familiar smile taking over his face. It was good to know your angel was still looking out for you. Even if it was behind a layer of carnal lust. 

“Alright, alright. What my baby wants she will get”, and finally he started to thrust fast and rough, just like you’ve always wanted. It felt so different and you were sure bruises would be painted on your body afterwards but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when Jacob’s dick was hitting every spot inside of you so perfectly and so full of passion, ramming into your soft spot with each push. His finger rubbing figure-eights on your clit wasn’t helping much either and, before you knew it, you were already crying from the overwhelming pleasure and the need to orgasm. The knot inside of you felt like it would snap any second now.

“Shit, you just got so tight. Gonna cum already?”, there was no doubt that he heard your sobs and knew that you’d struggle to get even a word out. 

“Y-ye-”, suddenly his laugh cut you off and you just stopped trying to say words. He flipped you over while he was still inside of you, taking the chance to really watch your tears run down your face. The cloudy veil caused by the tears completely blurred his face but it didn’t take a genius to know he was smiling.

“Look at you. You worked so hard to get my cock and now you’re going to be a crybaby because of it? How pathetic”, you couldn’t even think of anything to say due to the feeling of Jacob being buried so deep inside of you. The only thing reaching your senses besides that feeling was the sound of your wetness around him in the room due to his thick cock splitting you open like that was where it was always meant to be.

“Please… Jacob, please!”, you could barely get the words out from all the shameful noises you were letting out between them. It only pushed Jacob to thrust even harder, making your breasts bounce from the sheer force of his hips. 

“Please what? Tell me, baby”, he hummed as he leaned back to look at you even better, making your mind go completely blank. You suddenly couldn’t remember at all where you were going with that plea because his gaze was just too dark and piercing, seemingly judging how below him you were.   

“Can’t. I c-can’t”, you were really trying. You were just too overwhelmed and too sensitive, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you causing your last thread of sanity to break. 

“Aw, is my baby too stupid to tell me what she wants? Can you only think of my cock?”, it was true. You were just a stupid mess at this point, choking on your own retaliations to his words. Jacob gently kissed you, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your lips. It was such a contradictory action to his words.

“You’re only good for taking my cock, huh?”, you couldn’t even imagine what you must’ve looked like at this point. You were sure your mascara was beyond ruined and running down your face along with your tears. Your lips were probably swollen and you could even feel drool spilling out. Just a good rag doll for him to use.

“Go on. Prove that you were made for my cock and cream all over it”, you were just so frustrated before and hiccups were causing your body to jerk as you finally released. Jacob connected your lips again but it was fast and hungry this time, a clear indicator that he was close too. His hands were running along your stomach as he imagined how good you’d look all full with his baby. Anyone would take one look at you and know you were taken. 

“That’s it. So fucking good for me”, he snapped his hips a few more times before he was cumming, filling you up as your walls clenched around him to milk his orgasm. Jacob stayed still for a few more moments, waiting for any more cum to spurt out and coat your walls, before he pulled out. He quickly put your legs on top of his shoulders, watching to make sure none of his precious sperm spilled out onto the bed.

“And now I get to call you a good girl”, he chuckled and there he was again. Your angel. He felt so warm and it was just what you needed after all of that. 

“Does that mean we can get that ice cream now?”, you smiled as you reached up to wipe away your tears, sniffling as you looked up at him. There was still that mischievous spark in his eyes and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d meet his demon. 

“You mean I can get the ice cream? Sure. Sorry, baby. I don’t think you’re going anywhere”, Jacob leaned down to kiss your calf and that’s when you realized just how badly your legs were shaking. Yeah, maybe walking was out of the equation for a few days. 

“I love you and I’m sorry I was a brat”, Jacob nodded and kissed you again, causing you to melt even more against the sheets below you. 

“I love you too but you didn’t think that was it, right? I’m so not done with you yet. See you after I get the ice cream”, he winked and you gulped as he dropped your legs and ran off.

「NSFW」

1. “Are you mad at me?” / “Other than the fact I haven’t seen any action in a while, no, I’m absolutely fine.”

2. “Stop talking and take off your clothes” / “Why would you say that?! I tried so hard to make you happy and now you’re- your hands are distracting me.”

3. “I can’t believe you just sucked me off in an alleyway” / “I can’t believe you let me.”

4. “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

5. “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”

6. “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

7. “Hands behind your back.”

8. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

9. “Beg for it.”

10. “Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy.”

11. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

12. “You’re so in for it when we get home.”

13. “You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

14. “Suck on my fingers.”

15. “You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

16. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

17. “Look how good you take it.”

18. “My baby, you did so well.”

19. “Swallow. All of it.”

20. “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

21. “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

22. “I want to see you, want to watch you come.”

23. “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!”

24. “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

25. “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.”

26. “Do you need to use your safeword, darling?”

27. “Do you know what happens when you misbehave?”

28. “Shall we put that mouth to better use?”

29. “You’re going to come untouched, do you understand?”

30. “I want it. I want to taste you.”

31. “Won’t you help me? Please?”

32. “Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”

33. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

34. “I want you so bad.”

35. “You seem more sensitive than usual.”

36. “No one has even touched me like this, fuck.”

37. “Turn over, baby.”

38. “Again! Please, again!”

39. “Touch yourself.”

40. “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

41. “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

42. “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

43. “So good for me, look at how much you came.”

44. “Shh, just look at me, baby.”

45. “Where did this attitude come from?”

46. “You like it that much, hm?”

47. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?”

48. “Don’t tease me.”

49. “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

50. “I need you. I need you both, right now.”

51. “You know, I could always get you off right here, right now.”

52. “I can be good, so good! I swear!”

53. “Do you wonder what it is that makes me scream?”

54. “We have to make this quick.”

55. “You’re easy to please.”

56. “Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

57. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

58. “It’s hot when you talk back.”

59. “You’re so messy.”

60. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

61. “Be good for me and I’ll untie you.”

62. “Quiet, baby, the others will hear.”

63. “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

64. “I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.”

65. “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

66. “You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

67. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

68. “You’re more than just a one night stand.”

69. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

70. “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

71. “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

72. “I’m waiting.”

73. “First one to make a noise loses.”

74. “Mine.”

75. “What did you just say?”

76. “I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

77. “Don’t kink shame me.”

78. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

79. “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

80. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

81. “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

82. “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

83. “Want some help?”

84. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

85. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

86. “Come here, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

87. “What? Does that feel good?”

88. “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

89. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

90. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

91. “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” / “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

92. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

93. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

94. “For the love of fuck.” / “Yep, that’s me. I love to fuck.”

95. “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”

96. “Fuck you.” / “I’m up for it if you are.”

97. “Don’t ruin the sofa.” / “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”

98. “I’m gonna strangle you.” / “Is that a promise?”

99. “You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

100. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

101. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

102. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

103. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

104. “Damn it, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

105. “What are you doing in my bed?!”

106. “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

107. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

108. “I don’t care how good it feels. You better not cum until I tell you to.”

109. “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

110. “When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.”

111. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

112. “Is that it? Do you want me to fill you up with my babies?”

113. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

114. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

115. “Did I say you could stop?”

116. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

117. “Is that a tattoo?”

118. “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

119. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

120. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

121. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

122. “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

123. “Mmm, good morning to you too.”

124. “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.”

125. “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

126. “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”

127. “I think you forgot to lock the door. That means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

128. “I see the gift I got you fits well.”

129. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

130. “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

「SFW」

1. “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

2. “I will always believe in you.”

3. “Just listen to my heartbeat, okay?”

4. “Please, just hold me.”

5. “I never stopped loving you.”

6. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

7. “Shh, it was just a nightmare. You’re safe.”

8. “You’re not alone. You’re stuck with me forever. Sorry.”

9. “Stop apologizing, okay? I’ve already told you I’ve forgiven you a hundred times now.”

10. “Nobody knows you the way that I know you.”

11. “We can’t do this.”

12. “You’re telling me we accidentally got married?”

13. “All I ever wanted was you.”

14. “Don’t worry, I’ve been arrested before. I’ll get us out of this.”

15. “After this is over, feel free to lose my number.”

16. “Oh, so I’m the bad guy?”

17. “Do me a favor and stop asking questions.”

18. “Love is a lie.”

19. “You couldn’t even pay me to say something nice about them.”

20. “Why do I love you so much?”

21. “I should have never trusted you.”

22. “You’re an absolute fucking joke.”

23. “I won’t cry for yesterday.”

24. “I’m sorry. I just don’t love you anymore.”

25. “The world taught me to hate myself and for a while, with you, I was learning to love myself. Then you up and left and I realized I’m more fucked up than I thought.”

26. “You love me? How do you say you love someone and then leave them?”

27. “I loved you. Loved being the key word there.”

28. “Squeeze my hand... no, no, no stay with me, squeeze my hand.”

29. “I let you in. I shared my deepest secrets with you, told you everything you wanted to know. I trusted you and you went and told them everything!”

30. “Wait! I didn’t mean that. Please come back.”

31. “I know you love me. I don’t know why, but I know you do and I can’t keep lying. I don’t love you. I don’t and I’m telling you this because keeping up this lie is only hurting you more.”

32. “I’m tired of hiding, okay? I love you and I want the world to know.”

33. “I’m not going to lie. I live for the way you have to stand on your tippy-toes to kiss me.”

34. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I’ve liked you for the longest time... you have no idea.”

35. “I’m sorry, it’s just when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about you get this big smile on your face and the area around your eyes crinkle and you start to jump in your seat a little... sorry, it’s just something I noticed... go on.”

36. “I was given one wish and I wished for you to love me.”

37. “Dude, she’s got you so whipped! Have you ever noticed when she starts to talk you completely zone out, and get this goofy smile on your face?”

38. “Hold on, can you hold this?” / “Babe, this is your hand.”

39. “I want to kick your ass. My stomach is so swollen that I can’t even reach my toes!”

40. “I don’t think the baby is going to like your dad jokes no matter how many you whisper against my stomach.”

41. “You just keep acting like everything’s fine! It’s not fine!”

42. “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.”

43. “Nothing you do will fix things, no amount of money will turn back time.”

44. “Thank you for ruining my life, I know exactly the kind of person I don’t want to become now.”

45. “I would rather die than be the person who climbs into bed with you at the end of the night.”

46. “Don’t pretend there’s more than years of pure hatred here.”

47. “We were never in love, we were simply caught up in a nightmare that felt like a dream.”

48. “And if I die, I swear, I’ll crawl out of my grave just to ruin your life.”

49. “You should’ve just killed me. I could’ve just been a nameless body in an abandoned cemetery. You could’ve just set me free.”

50. “I refuse to keep being a pawn in your game. This has to end.”

51. “You never let me go. That’s why you’re miserable.”

52. “So, none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?”

53. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.”

54. “It could’ve been worse. We could’ve fallen in love.”

55. “Can we start over?” / “From where? We were doomed from the beginning.”

56. “Are you going to leave me?” / “You know that neither of us want that.”

57. “You should think things through before you say them aloud.” / “Where’s the fun in that?”

58. “You could try and sleep it off?” / “I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child. Sorry.”

59. “Give me a kiss before you go.” / “I know this is all for show, but do we really have to be this domestic?”

60. “Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak. Please stop.”

61. “It this the moment that we kiss?”

62. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

63. “Every time I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love.”

64. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

65. “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

66. “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.”

67. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.”

68. “People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you. I think fate was being harsh on you.”

69. “I want to spend the little time I have left with you and only you.”

70. “Thank you for loving me, I couldn’t have been more lucky.”

71. “You were never the person I wanted, but you were the only one I ever needed.”

72. “I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it.”

73. “They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

74. “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

75. “I could never not love you.”

76. “Kiss me and promise me a forever.”

77. “You know we’re meant to be.”

78. “You’re staring again.”

79. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

80. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

81. “What do you have behind your back?”

82. “Not to toot my own horn or anything, but the dog loves me more.”

83. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

84. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

85. “No, like... it’s just that I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

86. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”

87. “Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day?”

88. “You snuck into my room, at 4 am, to cuddle?”

89. “This is gonna sound cheesy but... I love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense.”

90. “What? No! I wasn’t staring... I was looking at something behind you!”

91. “Because I love you god damn it!”

92. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

93. “I heard that!” / “You were supposed to!”

94. “Somehow, I always seem to end up here. With you.” / “Soulmate shit. It’s hardcore as hell.”

95. “Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

96. “My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

97. “I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

98. “My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

99. “It was a matter of time before we got together.”

100. “Is that my shirt?” / “You mean our shirt?”

101. “You’re an idiot.” / “But I am your idiot.”

102. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

103. “You come here often?” / “Well, considering I work here, yes.”

104. “You made me a better person. Thank you.”

105. “Why are you scared of loving?”

106. “I told you to take care of yourself.”

107. “I’m leaving.” / “Of course you are. That’s all you know how to do.”

108. “But it’s my fault, right?”

109. “I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

110. “I can’t lose you.” / “You already did.”

111. “Maybe they were right. You never did change.”

112. “You win, happy?”

113. “When did you stop loving me?”

114. “You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

115. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

116. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

117. “You want to play pretend? Well, two can play at that game.”

118. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

119. “You always do this.”

120. “Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

121. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

122. “Why don’t you just google it?”

123. “You’re a terrible liar.”

124. “This isn’t over.”

125. “Where am I?”

126. “What we have is special.”

127. “Hey, are you still awake?”

128. “Your hands are so cold.”

129. “Your heart is pounding.”

Having to bid goodbye for another business trip to who knows where (they hardly tell you now since you can’t bring it in you to care). Younghoon hated these trips because it meant no cuddles or kisses. No love for weeks straight.

“Please just skip this one?”, the pout adorning his lips made the rather tall man look like an overgrown child. His hands are placed on your hips, trying to tug you back into the hug you were in before. It was his special way of keeping you there longer.

“It will only be a week this time. I promise, baby”, you caress his cheek and he melts into your touch, thoughts dissolving into nothing more than a weak feeling of disappoint. You did feel bad for your boyfriend considering you had barely gotten to spend time with him.

“You say that every time and it’s always longer”, Younghoon shakes his head and buries his nose into your neck, sending pleasant chills down your spine. He knows it is where you’re most sensitive and that, maybe, if he keeps doing it you’ll stay longer.

That isn’t the case this time though. This trip is extremely important and you can’t miss it. It determines whether your new model of computer is released or not.

“I’ll give you a reward if you wait for me patiently, baby”, Younghoon perked up at this, his big eyes growing even bigger at the thoughts racing through his far from innocent brain. You knew that look like the back of your hand.

“Really? Anything I want?”, you nodded quickly and your boyfriend finally seemed to agree, racing up the stairs of your shared apartment to get your suitcase for you. Truthfully, you could definitely afford something bigger but the apartment was more than enough space for the two of you. You’d rather spend that extra money on trips or gifts to spoil Younghoon.

“Thank you, sweet boy. I’ll make sure to call, okay?”, you smile softly as you took the heavy suitcase from him, setting it on the ground and pulling up the handle. Younghoon furrowed his nose into your neck one more time as he started mumbling.

“Only one week?”.

“Only one week”.

It’s definitely been longer than one week.

Younghoon can practically feel his body screaming for you as he tries to busy himself.

Puzzles, books, even cooking.

But nothing was working. All he could think about was you and that promise you made almost two weeks ago.

Worst of all is that you’re not answering his calls. It just rings and rings until the call ends because you aren’t picking up. He’s had no contact with you for days.

Younghoon can’t decide if he should be worried or upset. Probably both.

Although, when he hears the front door open he forgets about all those feelings. Mostly because pure happiness overwhelms them all.

“Baby! I’m home. I’m sorry it’s been-“, you got cut off by a giant body slamming into your own, almost knocking the wind out of you. You laugh as you run your hand along his back, trying to soothe him. His body was shaking with what you knew were tears threatening to spill.

“Hey- hey baby, I’m right here. I’m sorry it took extra time. They took away my phone after I got a call during a meeting”, Younghoon let out a sigh of relief once he heard that. You weren’t ignoring him. You just didn’t have your phone at all.

“I missed you”, it was weak and oh so cute whenever he said that. It was the same every time you came home. Even if it’s not as long of a trip.

“I missed you too. How about we take a shower and then we can eat?”, he did need a shower and he definitely wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having you all to himself after so long. Younghoon gently took your suitcase, a thing he has come to despise, and brought it upstairs. Of course, he has to restrain himself from just throwing it out the window.

“Reward?”, you asked the question simply, knowing Younghoon had spent most of his time alone coming up with it. Your boyfriend perked up and pointed to that drawer shyly. You grinned and he swears he just felt his heart burst.

Opening the drawer, you were met with an array of strap-ons. Colors and sizes were an infatuation of Younghoon and it truly showed in this drawer. You hummed as you tried to decide which one to use.

“This one, please?”, you almost jumped when you heard Younghoon’s voice right behind you. He was peering over your shoulder and his finger touched one that is of average size and purple.

You immediately recognized it. It doubled as Younghoon’s masturbation dildo and you’ve caught him more than a few times during the act. Sweat would drip down his forehead, soaking his hair as his hips worked on moving up and down, bouncing on the veiny toy. It truly was a sight and you felt the wetness start to coat your thighs from the memory of it.

Briefly, you wonder if you should have him ride you. Your hands would be on his waist, stroking the tense muscles on his stomach as he worked for his pleasure. Or, you’d simply watch as his cock hit his stomach, hard and needy until he released all over himself.

No, he shouldn’t have to work after he waited so patiently. He was a good boy.

“Good choice, baby. Go get in the shower and prep yourself. I’ll get clothes”, Younghoon nodded obediently and walked off into the bathroom. You couldn’t ignore the very prominent erection pressing against the restriction of his pants. It makes you lick your lips.

You gathered everything needed for afterwards. Warm pajamas, some water, and a few snacks had been left on your bed. Unlike you, Younghoon became cold rather quickly and he always needed a warm snack and clothes after a shower.

Walking into the bathroom, you were met with a beautiful sight. Younghoon has one of his hands pressed against the tile wall, legs spread wide as his other hand works open his hole. His ass is fully on display for you to see and you watch for a moment as he scissors himself, a soft moan leaving his mouth.

“How pretty”, Younghoon looks over his shoulder at you and he almost came right then. You stood there with the strap already on, the harness tight around your hips and thighs. What stood out most, however, is the thick, hard purple cock that stood out like a sore thumb. Younghoon gulped, hips moving back instinctively.

“Please, I want it”, you giggle at the neediness seeping through his voice. Your hand grabbed the handle and you opened the shower door before closing it again. The chilling water hit your skin and you watched as Younghoon turned his body more towards you.

Your boyfriend always has had a thing for temperature play. The cold water hitting his nipples caused them to perk up and become more sensitive. Your’s felt the same and that’s why you never minded the freezing temperature.

“As much as I love hearing you beg, there’s no need, babyboy. It’s a reward, remember? Tell me what you want”, while it did seem merciful, you love watching Younghoon stumble over his words. He was so shy and asking for what he wanted never came easy.

“W-want you to fuck me hard and play with my cock”, you hummed, tilting your head as you gripped his wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself to look at the hole. It was stretched nicely and the strap could go in just fine. Younghoon never really did have any issues taking it after the first couple of sessions.

“Get in the position you want”, Younghoon whimpered under your gaze as he sunk to the floor. His big doe eyes looked up at you and you immediately knew what he wanted. Your hand grips the shaft and guides it to Younghoon’s awaiting mouth, his lips wrapping around it like a lollipop. Apparently his lips had to be taken care of first before his hole could be.

“What a good slut. You just love sucking cock, huh?”, Younghoon nods, eyes becoming teary as your cock hits the back of his throat. The dildo rubs against your clit every time Younghoon sinks down on it and your eyes close blissfully. It edges him on and he takes the toy even further down his throat.

Typically, you would let him continue until one of you came. Either from the strap rubbing against you or from him rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. This time, though, you really want to highlight his pleasure instead.

“Alright, that’s enough”, you grip his hair and pull his head off, the purple cock spilling from his lips. It was covered in glimmering saliva and Younghoon licked his lips at the sight, his hips stopping their advances on your legs.

You didn’t even need to tell him. The look in your eyes was enough for your boyfriend to get on his hands and knees, trying to keep himself steady on the wet floor as the cold water hits his back. He leans on his elbows and arches his back. You couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in the light seeping in from the window beside the shower. He was so fucking beautiful and all your’s.

“Are you ready?”, you got down on your knees and lined up your cock to his rim, circling the muscle with the tip. The cold water beat against your breasts but you ignored it.

“Mhm”, the breathy hum was enough to know he is okay. You slowly rolled your hips forward, pushing inside of Younghoon as your hands held his ass cheeks apart to watch it disappear inside. His breath hitched once your hips were pressed against his own.

Once he was comfortable, you leaned up to press your erect nipples against his back, rubbing against the skin as you started to move your hips back and forth. You both moan in sync as pleasure builds up- Younghoon drooling all over his chin. Your mascara even runs down your face as the water rolled down your head, soaking through your hair. Your boyfriend didn’t really leave time to remove it prior when he looked so needy.

“Right there!”, Younghoon practically yells as you reach that perfect spot inside of him. You know exactly where it is, his body memorized in your brain. So, you continue to hit it as you reach your hands around to pump his cock. The sheer weight of it is impressive and it twitches within your hand as you move faster.

“Just like that, hmm?”, by this point you knew what Younghoon’s state was- tears running down to his jaw, thighs quivering, and mouth releasing an array of moans and grunts. He’s completely dumbified by the feeling of your thick dick splitting him open.

“I- please I-“, he chokes on the words, mind completely filled with the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn’t form the words no matter how hard he tried and you knew it. It’s so pathetic.

“Can only think about cock, huh? That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Just taking my cock?”, Younghoon cries louder from the humiliation but it isn’t like he could argue. That is all he wanted. To be ruined by you.

“Fuck, y-yes!”, he finally gets a word out and you shook your head, completely entranced by just how dependent he was of you. You are always in charge.

“Hands”, it just took one command for your boyfriend to crumble to the floor, face pressed against the tile as he reaches his hands behind his back. You grip them together, getting your stomach off his back.

Younghoon’s voice comes out muffled and you resort to moving his wrists to one hand to use the other one and lift his head up by his hair. He winces from the pain but he’s glad to be able to breathe. Plus, the new arch allows the veiny toy to reach even further inside of him, pressing against his prostate with each grueling thrust done by you.

“Go on, rut against the floor like the dumb puppy you are”, he obeys instantly and rubs his throbbing cock against the floor sloppily, shaking with the overwhelming need to release. Your own cock moves each time he moves back up and it was all too much. Younghoon screams as he cums, strings of white coating the shower floor and his stomach. Thankfully, the water just washes it away.

“That’s my boy”, pride fills his heart when he looks back to see your pretty expression. A smile filled with admiration adored your features and he wants so desperately to kiss you. You pull out, watching how his hole stayed stretched before you allow it to be covered by his cheeks again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”, Younghoon smiles and nods, moving to sit down on the floor rather than stay on his knees. You clean him up, using a rag to wipe away the cum sticking to his stomach and thighs. On any other day, you would have licked it up yourself considering he was delicious. Today, however, Younghoon seemed colder than usual, goosebumps littering his back. You resorted to turning the hot water on and washing him quickly.

“Was I good?”, his hopeful eyes look up at you as you scrub some shampoo into his hair, humming pleasantly as you scratch his scalp. You smile and lean down to peck his lips, making him grin widely like he had just won some award.