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Não consigo parar de pensar no Jaemin!Joker que eu criei na minha mente

Uma farsa de amor na Espanha — Elena Armas

Tenho uma conclusão sobre esse livro!!

SIMPLESMENTE AMO o jeito que o Aaron causa uma mistura de emoções boas, excitantes e MUITO confusas na Catalina-- cara...

O jeito que o Aaron fala com o sotaque espanhol 🔥😞 era só um desse meu Deus!

Eu comprei esse livro sexta feira e ainda é domingo! E eu praticamente já terminei ele, ele é viciante e simplesmente a escrita dessa escritora mexeu com o meu coração 💗💋

Já passei até pela parte mais emocionante do livro >O CASAMENTO<, e não tenho críticas para uma perfeição DESSAAAAS

o jeito que a Lina fica toda arrepiada com cada olhar, sorriso, toque mínimo do Aaron!!!! Cara a interação lenta e apaixonante, somente: AAAAAAAH!!🔥

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ℳ𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝑜𝒹𝒶 🔞

• Smut • Dom/Sub • Orgasm control • Dacryphilia • Punk x Pastel • Romance •

"All that sugar is gonna rot your brains, pretty girl." He says, gaze fixed on you as you take the plastic bag containing all the snacks and soda cans from him. "Maybe it already is." You simply say, before leaving him with questions he's not sure he'll ever get an answer to.

Wordcount: 4.8k

A/N: This turned out to have WAY more story than I had intended it to have. Oops, I guess.

Ever since he's taken on the job a month ago, it's the same thing every Friday.

You walk into the tiny grocery store, usually dressed in the frilliest dress he's ever seen, straight to the tall fridge to his left-hand side. You'll shudder a bit once the cool air hits your bare legs- occasionally decorated by soft-colored stockings and low-heeled shoes- before you'll reach for the same thing yet again.

Six cans of melon cream soda.

Occasionally, you'll drop in some sweet snacks- but it's always the six cans, every Friday. And normally, he wouldn't care at all about what the hell someone buys at this corner store- but there's something about you that makes him curious. Often, that would mean that he'd go for the usual shot; ask you out, take you out, eat you out- but you've declined several times already.

However, never with a flat out 'No' that would make him end his chase. No- you're rather making it very clear that just asking you out for a random coffee won't be enough to get his hands underneath your pretty dress. When he'd asked you for coffee, you'd told him you don't like bitter things. He'd tried asking you to let your little groceries go on him- but you've told him that you earn enough to afford six cans of soda. And when he'd shot for pizza down the street, you had simply said you don't like going out.

He's running out of options at this point- and it slowly pisses him off.

The job as a simple cashier on the night shift was simply so he could put some money to the side to one day buy that empty store downtown- his own tattoo studio, like he'd wanted for years. He's missing a few bucks down the line though- and the job was easy, albeit a bit boring. The cash was good, and with his looks, there weren't many places that would hire him. Especially not with a past criminal record- little teenager dares written down to haunt him for a few more years, until the government would eventually write them off.

He’s typing away on a game on his phone, chin leaning on his hand as the automatic doors open- the familiar sound of your shoes on the tiled floor making him snap his attention right upwards towards you. You're not even looking at him, but it's fine- because looking at you was all he wanted today. You're sporting fishnet stockings with pretty bows on the front, every step giving him a tease of the equally soft pink colored lining on top, sitting snug against your soft skin. Your dress seems a lot more simple today- white, but pretty, he's got to admit. Your goal is clear- but he's humored himself by this time, putting the cream soda on the lowest shelf inside the fridge. He wants to check something he's curious about- because there's always two types of girls. You squat down to reach the cans- hands moving over the fabric of your dress to tuck it underneath you, so it won't touch the ground, and he can't help but smirk at that.

You're just so cute.

His inked hand drums a little on the counter, fingers making up a random beat as he waits for you to finally come to him. You do so, as always- but this time you let a small pack of lollipops fall into the plastic basket as well, before you place it on the counter for him. "All that sugar is gonna rot your brains, pretty girl." He says, gaze fixed on you as you take the plastic bag containing all the snacks and soda cans from him.

"Maybe it already is." You simply say, before leaving him with questions he's not sure whether he'll ever get an answer to. Because you reach a lot further this time, and it's only now that he notices how the bright lights in the store shine onto your chest- laced bra faintly showing through the white fabric of your dress. You turn and walk towards the exit, doors sliding open- before you turn your head towards him with a smile so innocent and still utterly evil-

"Oh and-" You say sweetly. "I like hot chocolate." You say before you go- and he laughs to himself, shaking his head.

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Today you're wearing a light blue.

Your fleece-jacket is thrown over the back of the chair you're sitting on- revealing that the dress you're wearing, this time, is off-shoulder. It's his favorite dress yet- your collarbones on full display for him, fueling dirty thoughts in his mind more than usual whenever he looks at you. It's a Tuesday- cafe not that busy at this time of day. He's ordered hot chocolate for you instead of coffee like for himself- and you had smiled, pleased he'd remembered your hint. "You're a quiet one." He says, and you lean back a little, picking up the small spoon next to your cup, before you pick up some of the whipped cream with it.

"I'm not." You say, and he smirks at that- well aware of your implications there. "You've asked me out, not the other way around. So." You tell him, bringing the spoon to your lips. "Entertain me." You say, before you finally let the spoon between your lips.

He tries not to stare too bluntly.

"Why'd you say yes?" He asks, genuinely curious of your intentions at finally accepting his advances. Were you just tired of him at this point? Or done with playing, ready to finally get into action? He can't really see you being very adventurous- but then again, he also feels something lingering underneath that doll-like appearance. You're more than meets the eye- and though he's never hunted after girls so.. Cute and soft like you, he can't help but notice his appetite for a change.

"Dunno." You simply say, leaning back again while you hold your cup with both hands, enjoying its warmth seeping into your palms while you sway your legs a little. "Had nothing to do today anyway." you tell him. "So why not give the night-shift-punk a chance?" You chuckle, and he can't help his smirk.

"Are you always such a smartass?" He wonders, leaning forwards- a motion you copy just for the comedy of it, smiling at him.

"Are you always so boring?" You retort, and he leans back at that, gaze turning dark but smile never fading- before you feel his boot against the inside of your knee, pushing your legs apart before the tip of his shoe rests right underneath where you sit. "You're gonna get my dress dirty, punk." You say, and he scoffs.

"It's funny that that's your biggest concern right now, pretty girl." He says, crossing his arms in front of him. Its clear to him now that you're definitely interested in him- but you're a little harder to get than what he usually plays with. He enjoys that, a lot. "What do you work at? Or do you study?" He asks, and he tries not to smirk as he spots a flash of surprise in your face for a second.

"I-uh, I work at a restaurant, as a waitress." You tell him, moving to take a sip of your chocolate standing in front of you, as he nods.

"You like it?" He wonders, copying you as he lifts his coffee to his lips as well, his eyes never leaving you.

Typically, it's you who holds the reins- guys aren't that difficult to lead once you get the hang of it. But the way he seems absolutely unfazed at anything you say or remark makes you almost squirm in your seat. His gaze is something else- it's not some overplayed domination or hidden aggression- it's relaxed, in control, it shows how sure of himself he is. And that alone makes your skin crawl in delight.

Because as soft as his facial features might be, it's in the way he acts that shows he's not a boy sitting in front of you- but a man.

You don't answer him, because you're not sure if he wants to hear the truth, or if he simply wants to start some random small talk. You're not interested in that- but it seems like he won't let that silence slide. "I asked you something, pretty girl. Don't just pout into your cup like that." He chuckles, and you can't help but feel weirdly scolded by his words. You look up at him, annoyed at the fact that it seems like he's figured out how you play this game. Suddenly, you don't want to play anymore.

"No, I don't." You answer him, leaning back, as his shoe taps against your knee suddenly.

"No need to get an attitude." He says. "What's gotten you so riled up?" He asks, but the smirk on his face is gone now. It almost feels to you as if he's genuinely asking what's wrong, and you simply shrug.

"Just old men being dicks." You say, looking at your cup of chocolate. "You call them sir and watch them rise, you know." You say, and he looks at you a bit differently now- and you're not sure what his thoughts are.

"What was the name of the restaurant again?"

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"They're really quiet today." You say, as you wipe the last table of your shift, your coworker snickering at your words.

"I would be, too." She says, and you furrow your brows in question. "With a boyfriend like that? I wouldn't take chances, either." She says, before she nods towards the entrance of the restaurant. "You can go change now- don't let the poor guy wait. He said he'd be patient when I asked, but, you know." She chuckles, before she leaves to serve the last tables.

Low and behold, it is actually Jungkook- something in his hands, leaning against the wall next to the glass entrance doors. It's raining, clearly cold- but he seems absolutely unfazed, as you walk closer, opening the door. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he looks to the side, before his gaze drops lower to meet yours, a smile on his face.

"Hey." He simply greets. "Told your coworker you don't need to rush. Got the day off today, so no hurries." He tells you, as you look at him still unsure. He can't help but find your work attire a bit odd on you; the black pants and button down shirt clearly not your typical style.

"I heard that." You say. "Since when are you my boyfriend?" You accuse, and he widens his eyes a bit- a look so innocent you're a bit taken aback by it.

"Did she say that? I just said I'm waiting for you." He tells you, and you sigh- believing him for now, since he seems like he's honestly surprised. Lisa liked to jump to conclusions easily- so it was no wonder she'd thought that you were together.

"Alright I guess." You say. "I'll uhm.. go change." You mumble, as he simply smiles, crosshing his arms in front of him again before he bends his leg, boot resting against the wall together with his back again.

"No hurries." He says, and you walk back into the restaurant, clocking out- unable to deny the way the old investors look at you- before they look at Jungkook, standing outside.

As you walk back into the kitchen from the back, the headchef is already waiting for you with a bag and a smile. "Packed some extra since I've heard your lover picks you up today." He winks, and you roll your eyes, taking the bag with a smile however.

"Thanks Jin, and he's not my lover." You tell him, walking out as he shouts a 'Yet' after you, making your roll your eyes yet again before you walk out the door, stopping next to Jungkook who looks at you- shamelessly checking you out from head to toe.

You're wearing a dress yet again, looking a lot more comfortable in that as well, and he cant help but appreciate that a little, before he opens what he's got in his hand the whole time. "Come on, before the rain gets too much." He tells you, opening the umbrella to hold over your head. You feel oddly small under his gaze, as he opens his car for you, letting you get into the passenger seat before he walks around to the driver's side, closing the umbrella before he gets in and throws it onto the backseat. "Whatcha got there?" He wonders, eyes to the front as he drives the car out the parking lot to head for the road.

"Just stuff that didn't sell." You shrug. "We can eat it together if you want.." You say, drifting off at the end of your sentence, as if you didn't mean to say it out loud.

"In the car?" He chuckles, and you shrug.

"It's gonna get cold otherwise.." You mumble- and he grins to himself at the way you shrunk into yourself a little.

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The windows of his car are fogged, due to the heavy breaths shared between you two.

It happened so naturally- going from sharing steak in the backseat of his car, to the point you're at now; his tonge in your mouth, hand underneath your dress as his inked fingers trace the outline of your folds through the already ruined fabric. "Thought you'd be more of the romantic type." He chuckles into your mouth, as you chase after his lips- eager to get more of him. "All roses and cheesy music." He teases, and you whine at him instead.

"Fuck that." You remark, and he smiles down at you, before he cocks his head at you.

"Thought I was supposed to fuck you instead?" He jokes, and you roll your eyes at him, making him harden his gaze as he clicks his tongue. "You might wanna think twice about doing that." He scolds, and you look at him with a look he can't quite place properly.

"Or what?" You challenge, and he shakes his head.

"Nevermind." He says instead. You're too fragile for what he wants to do to you- but he also can't say no, can't stop now that he's started, can't deny what you're trying to give to him. You squeeze your legs shut however, looking at him with a serious gaze.

"No, I do mind." You say. "You're holding back." You accuse him, and he sighs, shaking his hair out of his eyes making the chains around his neck jingle in the tight space of his car.

"Of course I am." He tells you. "Don't wanna break you, pretty girl." He hums out, as your gaze hardens, hand reaching out to grab the front side of his leather jacket, eager kiss placed onto his lips before your tongue runs over his lip ring.

"I'm not that fragile." You tell him, and he groans at that.

"You sure 'bout that?" He mumbles against your lips. "Cause I'd love to see you beg." He challenges, and your legs open up again, heels on his back as they try and push him back towards you.

"Please." You tell him. You know what gets guys like that going- stroking their ego will make them bust a nut in seconds. "I need you." You whine, and he scoffs, to your surprise.

"Gotta do better than that." He says, hand already in your panties however as his fingers stroke between your lower lips, making you rut your hips into nothing in particular. You let your head fall back as you're about to cum- but suddenly his hand dissappears, hands instead holding your thighs apart so you've got no chance of friction. "What? You thought I'd let you cum that easily?" He coos at you, and you look at him scandalized- making him laugh.

"No-" You whine at him, frustration setting in as you realize what he's doing. "Please, come on-" You say, letting your head fall back down as you feel your peak fade away into nothingness.

"Not good enough." He says instead, pulling off your underwear before he bunches your dress up in his hands, holding your hips down with them before he dips down to place his mouth onto your core- tongue eagerly drawing patterns on your sensitive areas as you squirm again.

"Oh god-" You huff out, back arching as you grow close again at the way the tip of his tongue swipes around, as he suddenly sucks roughly, making you flinch a bit in sudden pleasure. "Yes-!" You whimper in pleasure, but he's gone yet again, leaving you high and dry. "Jungkook!" You whine out, this time sounding a lot more desperate. Your eyes are squeezed shut, because the frustration is making you do something you absolutely hate.

But he spots it instantly.

"Aw, pretty girl gonna cry?" He challenges, as he looks down on you. You open your eyes at him, gaze glossy with unshed tears as your cheeks grow red in shame. "Good." he says suddenly, jaw clenched as he leans over you again, lips almost touching. "Cause I want to hear you sob." He says, before he roughly kisses you again. Was he really.. turned on by your tears?

It seemed like it, because the way his fingers enter you is more than just excited or eager. "Jung-k-kook-!" You press out, before you close your eyes again, tears escaping the corners to drip down into your hair spead out- and he can't help but watch it. "It- please- please let me cum, I'll be good, please- I promise-" You beg, and he smiles at that, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck while his thumb swipes over your clit, middle fingers still pumping inside you in a quick pace, making you arch your back towards him above you as you finally cum.

You even fucking orgasm all sweet and soft, he thinks to himself as he lets you ride it out.

"Sorry for that." He apologizes, free hand wiping away your tears while the other wipes itself on his jeans, carelessly so. "Are you okay?" He worries a little as he watches you intently. You breath heavily, coming down from your high as you sniffle, looking up at him with a pout.

"You're so mean!" You tell him before you chuckle, sniffling again, and he can't get over how sweet you look like this. "Wanted to suck you off after." You say, and he chuckles, glad you don't seem to think of anything that happened- including his arousal at the sight of your tears- as weird. "Now I don't wanna anymore." You huff out, foot now teasingly resting against his abs as you push.

"Now, we can still be classy about it babydoll." He remarks, taking your ankle into his hand before he pushes your leg off gently. Something in your gaze changes at the petname, and its one of those looks that's shared between two people sometimes- like telepathy, a sudden connection, an agreement to something both don't say, but think at the same time. You're moving suddenly, pushing him back so he's sitting, back resting against the door of his car, as you fumble with his belt. "Thought you didn't want no more?" He teases, and you look at him with big eyes.

"But I wanna be your good girl now." You say, and he swallows thickly at that, dick twitching impatiently in his pants as he gets the final proof of what he'd tried to find out all along.

You're his perfect girl.

And its not just the sexual aspect of all of this, although he does enjoy the way you touch his now bare length, wetting your lips before you take him into your mouth. No, its the way you've still got your own head- you don't just blindly follow like a lost puppy, you're just as much bark as you're bite- and he loves that already.

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He learns something new about you every time he spends time with you.

Like the fact that you're allergic to bunnies, sew your dresses yourself, started waitressing because you didn't know what else to choose as a career, or that you got your fucking cunt pierced. The last part was surprising to him, since he's well- touched and ate you out a couple of days prior. How did he not notice? "Took it out that day." You explained to him. "I.. it freaks guys out sometimes, and so I uh.." You shyly explain. "Kinda took it out before meeting you outside the restaurant." You admit, and he clicks his tongue, cocking his head to the side as he looks at the shining percing sitting snug right above your clit.

"Do I have to like, keep something in mind with it?" He wonders, fingers curiously moving the sparkling gem a little, making you squirm.

"It's uhm.. kinda.. sensitive." You say, and he smirks at that. "And maybe- maybe don't pull on it. That hurts." You warn, and he nods, before he shakes his head with a chuckle. "Its weird isnt it?" You pout, and he instantly leans over, kissing your lips.

"No no, pretty girl, not at all." He breathes out. "If anything, its hot as fuck." He laughs under his breath, before he pulls his sweater over his head, your eyes unable to stop themselves to take it all in- from the way his body was toned- just the right amount, not too much, not too little- to the swirling lines and sharp edges of his tattooes. One of his arms is completely covered in art, as it fades over his shoulder. Your hand instantly reaches out to touch, fingers tracing lines over his skin as he smirks down at you. "Guess we both got some hidden secrets." He chuckles, as you smile up at him, loving the soft and relaxed energy of it all.

You're just in your underwear- flower patterns and lace edges decorating your breasts. And while he likes the aesthetic of it, he rather has them bare for him to see, tapping the side of your tomach to get you to arch your back and give him a chance to unhook your bra- only to find nothing. You laugh at his shocked face, before pointing at a part in the middle of the front- clasp placed right between the cups for him to find. "Fucking hell, thought I went mental for a second." He chuckles, as he opens your bra, breasts springing free, revealing more jewlery to him as he cant help but throw his head back and laugh. "You gotta be kidding me!" He laughs in the open, before his hands grab your breasts gently, thumbs running over the heart-shaped piercings decorating your nipples. "You're full of surprises, pretty girl." He chuckles, before he leans down, nipping at the soft skin before he teasingly takes a nipple between his teeth.

He doesn't know what you two are yet- but he knows he wants to try and keep you at his side for as long as you'll let him. He'll make you fall in love with him, he knows it.

You're already restless as you buck your hips towards him. "Kook- please." You exclaim needily, and he already loves the way you sound. He sheds his clothes with ease- fumbling around in his jean pockets before he finds the foil package he'd been looking for. You make grabby hands for it, and he chuckles, before he gives it to you instead, his own hand instead lazily pumping his hardening length. You roll it over him with your gaze on him. "You gonna make me cry again?" You joke teasingly, and he suddenly moves to align himself with your awaiting core.

"That's exactly what I'm aiming for, pretty girl." He chuckles, before he presses the head inside, slowly, to help you adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight." He mumbles under his breath as he watches his cock slowly dissapear inside your cunt- delicate piercing sitting proudly on display, and he cant help but play around with it as you jump, not having expected that. "So sensitive too. Needy girl." He teases, finally pushing in all the way, before he stays for a moment, lifting your legs before pushing them towards you, squeezing the flesh of your upper thighs in the process.

You're so soft.

He starts of slow, gets you used to him first, before he actually picks up his pace, making you whine from the feeling. He adjusts your legs after a moment, one stretched out now while the other rests against his abs, freed hand now coming down to play with your pearl. You whimper at that so deliciously- and he can't help but go just a bit harder at the sound. "K-Kook, I- Oh god-" You say suddenly, seemingly frantic as you grab around nothing around you. "I'm gonna-" You start, but then cover half your face with your arm in shame when you reach your unexpected peak- gushing around him. He doesn't know what to look at in this moment;

The way your eyes glisten, or the way you've just squirted around him.

"Fuck, pretty girl, don't hide-" He grunts out, hand grabbing your wrist to pull your arm away from your face.

"I'm sorry-" You sob, and he slows down a bit, leaning down to leave a rather tender but eager kiss on your lips.

"What the fuck could you be sorry for?" He wonders, and you don't look at him, tears falling slowly into the sheets below you.

"I just.. peed.." You stammer embarrassed- and he instantly shakes his head.

"Pretty girl, don't tell me that was the first time you've squirted?" He asks, and you look at him with a look on your face that tells him your answer- and fuels his ego involuntarily at the same time. He can't help but feel proud- you're always supposed to feel the best pleasure someone could ever give to you.

What he could give you.

"S-Slow please, I feel like I'm gonna-" You start, voice still choked up as you simply let your emotions run through you, tears falling freely for once. You've been called a crybaby your whole life ever since you could remember- to have someone who doesn't tease you, or is bothered by it, was completely new to you.

"Cum again?" He finishes for you, adjusting his hips as he goes a bit faster. "Good."

"I can't-" You start, and his hand rests on your neck- not pressing down, just holding.

"You can." He tells you under his breath, feeling how your walls flutter around him yet again. "And you will."

And you do- clenching around him in a way that brings him to bliss as well as he spills into the condom, burying himself deep as if that would do anything. He ruts softly against you, riding out both your afterglows before he mouths and kisses along your skin, shoulder, and neck. "You okay?" He asks out of breath, and you nod, before he slowly slips out, making you cringe. "Pretty girl feeling all empty now?" He teases, and you look at him with a pout, making him grin at you before he places a kiss onto your lips. "Come on, lets get cleaned up." He tells you with a light smack against the inside of your thigh.

You sit up, scooting towards the edge of the bed before standing up- instantly whimpering and flinching a bit. "Sorry." He apologizes with an empathetic smile, picking you up to carry you into the bathroom instead- showertime filled with sweet smelling soap and loud complains from you how sore you already were.

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You're sitting on the front hood of his car, radio playing some random quiet rock song, as you lean a bit closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder. "You think your parents will like me?" He randomly asks, and you giggle as he leans his head ontop of yours.

"Probably not." You answer, and he chuckles as well, as his hand intertwines with yours. "But they don't have to." You say.

"Why not?" He wonders lightly, looking at the sunset in front.

"Cause I like you more than anyone ever could anyways." You mumble.

And his hand squeezes yours for a second, before he mumbles his answer back to you.

"And I like you twice as much."

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