Koishiro - グミ、私の愛する人 Gumi, My Beloved

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺

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# - 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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Isagi Yoichi

He’d start off slow, gentle. Isagi would cup your cheek with one hand while he slowly moves his head side to side, trying to get as close to you as possible — wanting to melt into you and become one. He’d want no space between you and would shift his body closer every few minutes while his free hand numbly caresses your thigh.

But he’s adaptable and you know this. He gradually starts to become rougher, more forceful as he lets out small grunts here and there while the hand that was cupping your cheek moves to the back of your head, pushing your faces impossibly closer.

Isagi would even let a few words slip in between kisses; “you taste so good, so good”. He’d start grabbing at whatever flesh he can - even let his hands wander beneath your shirt.

“You’re so good to me baby, God, I can’t get enough”

Itoshi Sae

Itoshi would be a romantic, he would take his time and if you try and speed the kiss up he’d hold your face in his hands to keep you in place - he’s in no rush when it comes to you so let him take his time.

He’d definitely groan into the kiss when you wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his hair. Just the sight of you trying to lean up as much as you can is enough to give into your desires.

When the kiss gets more forceful he’ll start acting more desperate in a way - grabbing at anything be can, pulling you closer by your waist, anything. And he’s most definitely a neck kisser, nipping, licking and sucking on your neck just to get a rise out of you along with a few teasing words of course.

“What’s the rush baby? Lemme take my time with you, we have all night don’t we?”

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi’s a lazy kisser, like Sei he takes his time. He’d be sat down leaning against the couch with his arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you in place while the other rests on your lap or thigh. He’d have a dreamy smile on his face, sometimes opening his eyes to see your own face before returning his attention to the kiss.

Nagi would hum and pull you closer with his arm not bothering with words since hey waste too much energy. He’d pull away at times to move his face in a different position but if you pull away Nagi will follow you - chasing your lips for more.

He’s easily drunk on your kisses, especially with the way you run your hands through his hair, combing and massaging his scalp while you give him your undivided attention.

“Mm come back, where r’you goin’, wanna kiss s’more”

Itoshi Rin

This boy is known to have self control yet all of this goes down the drain when he’s with you - he loses himself in your kisses, mind numb and heart throbbing. He’d push you up against any surface possible to trap you and devour you whether that be the kitchen counter, couch or wall.

Rin would make animalistic growls almost, as if he’s hinting down his prey. He’d roughly grab yours hips or ass, sometimes lifting you to wrap your legs around him in order to get as close as physically possible.

It would be as if he was transported to another world by the way he was losing himself as if on autopilot, not caring about anything else in that moment. It’s almost a stress reliever for him.

“You like this huh? You like me being rough? Wan’ me show you what else we could do?”

Bachira Meguru

Bachira is very. . . enthusiastic. He’s also very greedy when it comes to your kisses, always wanting more. Like Nagi, if you pull away Bachira will chase you down until you’re connected once more.

Because he’s so enthusiastic, energetic and greedy he’ll be a messy kisser; quite rough and sloppy and seems like he’s in a rush as if he’d die if he wasn’t attached to you at all times.

Bachira is is very vocal when it comes to this as well, whimpering and releasing light moans while he tells you how good you feel (which is barely audible considering how hard he’s kissing you)

“Gimme more - no don’t pull away, one more c’mon, jus’ one more kiss I promise”

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 mdni

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : you decide to watch a movie with Kento but are soon too distracted to care, you’re attention elsewhere

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dom!nanami x fem sub!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with no plot

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cockwarming, light spanking, nipple play, pet names such as; baby, pup, good girl, darling, slut, whore & cockwarmer

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I am severely sleep deprived so I apologise in advance

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I whimper and shake as I swing my leg over Kento’s naked lap.

"𝘚𝘩𝘩, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳"

Kento reaches for the remote and turns the TV up. I would hear the characters' conversation more clearly, but I'm too fixated on a certain blonde behind me. The soft shushing of the remote resting on the pillow was far louder to me than any nonsense in the silly show I suggested we watch.

I gasp and choke back a squeak as Kento’s strong hands rest on my hips.

"𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘱”

I refuse to whimper as he presses my hips down. I don't make a peep as he positions his cock at my entrance. A shudder crawls over my skin and through my bones when he enters me, stretches me, but still I remain obediently silent.

A soft chuckle is released behind me.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’s 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭．．． 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”

He pulls me towards him, drawing my back to his chest, and wraps his arms around me to hold me casually. As though he's completely unaffected by the way my pussy is squeezing him. As though he can't feel my wetness dripping down his cock. Meanwhile I sit here and shake, continuing to choke back any whimpers and practically panting with the effort.

My pussy twitches around his cock. I feel a soft puff of air on my neck, and know that he's laughing at my needy misery. I squirm in my discomfort, unfortunately pressing him even deeper inside me. I don't stop when I notice my movement. I can't. I start grinding instead, desperately rocking my hips back and forth. Kento hits every inch of my insides and I let out a little squeal of pleasure.

A sharp smack on the inside of my thigh makes me freeze. I try to stifle my whine, but fail miserably. My noise earns me another hard smack in the exact same spot.

"𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘱. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”

I feel a whimper crawl up my throat and trap it behind my tongue. Gently, I settle down and ease completely onto his lap. It takes a moment or seven, but slowly my pussy relaxes and I'm able to calm down and enjoy the feeling of sitting in his arms, being his good little cockwarmer. I sigh silently, releasing a long, soft stream of air as I relax even further. Suddenly my body remembers how exhausting my day has been, and I allow myself to melt and get absorbed into our show.

A soft petting on my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt, over my knee. My pussy twitches of its own volition, but I refuse to focus on any part of the sensation beyond the soothing pets of Kento’s large hand. Soothing pets that just so happen to be on my thigh, and moving up.

I shiver against my own will, and practically glare at the TV in my determination to focus on the show. Nevermind the warmth crawling up my skin from his hand. Nevermind the way my nipples are hardening underneath my sheer white shirt. Nevermind the slow progression of that heavenly hand closer and closer．．．

He starts just above my knee, on the inside of my thigh. Fingertips barely grazing my skin. If I were ticklish, I wouldn't be able to hold back my squirming right now. Fortunately．．．

No. There's nothing fortunate about my sensitivity as his fingertips travel up my thigh. I can hardly stand feeling the way my wetness continues to drip around him. He's at the midpoint, now; my skirt is starting to bunch around his wrist as he makes his way up. My muscles tense. My pussy twitches. Just as a shiver builds up, ready to shake me, his fingers travel back down.

I want to groan with frustration. I want to grind on him. I want to lean forward and ride him wildly, like the desperate, needy slut I am.

Up, his fingertips travel again, a little firmer than last time.

Back down.

Up again, his palm joining his fingertips to spread warmth over my thigh.

A squeeze at my mid-thigh. A small circle with his fingertips on that spot. A stroke up. A stroke down. Another circle.

Finally, finally he strokes his fingers up, finally he--

Back down again.

I groan and whine with frustration, squirming with my hips, a movement that quickly becomes me riding him, bouncing on his cock as well as I could in my compromised position. He allows me, and I take full advantage.

I moan and whimper and gasp, trying to pull my back away from his chest to find a better angle to ride him, but his arm locks me down tight. He presses on my hips, and in a matter of seconds I'm immobilized.

"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰!!!"

I practically scream with need, my pussy twitching and squeezing. I'm rewarded for my petulance with three hard strikes on my right thigh. Another on the left side, followed by a fourth on the right again.

"𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨”

Another hard smack accompanies his deceptively soft words and drags a tortured scream from my lips. Three more hard strikes on my left thigh, and I start to lose count as my head goes warm. I moan and rock my hips as best I can under his grip.

Another grouping of strikes on each of my thighs.

"𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵．．．"

A firmer grip, the fingers of one hand digging deep into my thigh while the other travels up to my breasts to grab me there. He massages me, gropes me, rough enough that I'm sure I'll have dark bruises from his fingertips come morning.

I moan and whine, trying to grind, but I'm held completely still in his unforgiving grip.

"𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺”

The groping stops, his grip only holding me still.

A whisper in my ear.

"𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘮,𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘱?“

A soft kiss on my cheek as the groping resumes.

"𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”

Another kiss. His hand travels up my thigh again, brushing my sore, sensitive skin. I shiver and bite my lip, but I keep silent. Please... Please...

A fingertip brushes my clit and my muscles lock down. I refuse to move. To shake or grind or do anything that will make Kento stop. He hums happily as his finger lazily flicks my clit. There's no rhythm. No reliability. Only inconsistent stimulation that's impossibly frustrating in its randomness. I want to beg, but I know better. He’s in a torturing mood tonight, and begging won't do me any good, unless my goal is to egg him on.

Soft groping on my breast with his free hand, with very little coordination between his fingers on my clit and the way he massages me. He starts to softly stroke around my nipple over my shirt, shifting the fabric to just barely brush over the tip. I refuse to shake. I refuse to moan. I refuse to give in. So I just lock down harder, my pussy squeezing Kento tight. He freezes with a sharp inhale, but only for a moment before he chuckles. He continues to flick my clit and trace around my nipple, no rhyme or reason to his movements, driving me out of my mind with want for rhythm and regularity.

I make the mistake of whimpering and shifting in my need. His hand pulls back from my clit before connecting sharply with my pussy, making me scream. His hand stays there and starts to rub my clit quickly. His other hand pulls back and strikes over my left breast, then my right.

"𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦．．．"

I shake and whine, an orgasm building. His teasing had made me so tense, taken me so close... My pussy twitches again and starts to get impossibly tight. I start rocking my hips again, sobbing with need, feeling my pussy twitch and drip around him. Finally, finally...

His fingers keep rubbing my clit as his cock fills and stretches me inside. My movements get stuttery and irregular, the pleasure too much for me. Kento starts thrusting up to keep the rhythm, and pleasure crashes through me. My pussy contracts again around his cock, and waves of pleasure start to roll down my spine.

Until he pulls away and slaps my twitching clit.

I scream and squirm and whimper as he locks his arms around me to keep me from moving as he strikes me over and over, ruining my orgasm. My poor, tortured pussy continues to twitch around him, and I squeal from the pain and pleasure.

"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!!“

His hand slows and transitions to petting the sore skin around my pussy. With all the sensations easing, I'm finally able to hear his labored breath and soft snarling behind me.

"𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦．．．"

His arms wrap tight around me, and he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. Strong, groping hands knead my aching thighs and tits, the grip firm and needy.

Kento releases me from between his teeth and snarls in my ear, panting. With surprising softness, he whispers in my ear.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵“

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 700 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡︎

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

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Diluc

Okay I’m sorry but he’ll flat out ignore you at first,

Or at least he tries to considering he can’t stop thinking about you which will make him confused for a while on why his heart “aches” when you’re around. He doesn’t realise it but when you’re around or generally anywhere near him, he’ll subtly scuffle closer towards you and I can imagine Diluc trying his best to be in your line of sight as much as he can because that’s his way of infiltrating your mind. Every time you visit Angel’s Share don’t expect to pay for anything, it’s conveniently on the house. I can imagine he’d also want a form of validation from you (and only you) after he gives his opinion in a discussion, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Fancy seeing you here Y/n, the usual? What are you doing? There’s no need to spend your mora on such wasteful things”

Zhongli

…I hope you like tea,

Because you better expect to be invited to the funeral parlor “for tea” at least 3 days a week. If you’re ever walking through Liue and compliment something at a passing stall, he’ll buy it for you without a second thought because let’s be real (and these are his words exactly): - “mora has no value if it’s not spent on something worthwhile” …this man - he doesn’t realise how much of a flirt he is and is always confused if he catches your red face. He’ll also subtly court you without making it too obvious, like he’d appear at your place of work quite often with the excuse;

“the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is running quite slow today, I wondered if you’d like to take a stroll around the town with me, possibly have a look at the stalls”

Kaeya

This flirtatious bastard,

He’ll always think of ways to make you malfunction. You’re a regular at Angel’s Share as well?: “Ah so this is where all the pretty ladies are kept hm?”, followed by a drink he bought you. Any time he sees you walking though the streets of Mondstadt he’ll jog up to you and say: “Going somewhere m’lady? I could escort you if you’d like, maybe you’d care for a drink at the tavern?”. I can imagine Klee giggling to herself when she sees you as if she knows something you don’t…

“Sorry miss Y/n, Klee was told she can’t say anything, Kaeya made Klee promise - oh, you won’t tell Kaeya will you miss Y/n?”

Al haitham

This withdrawn boy…

He’d quite literally just stare at you from across the room until someone (Kaveh) nudges his shoulder, telling him he’ll scare you off if he continues. If you’re already aquatinted with each other he’ll most likely try and impress you by giving you book recommendations or talk about his findings at the Akademiya while you zone out and stare at his face for the next few hours. If you’re not aquatinted, he’ll saddle up to you and still give you recommendations:

“If I could just interject, herbal tea would be best whilst chamomile shall just make you drowsy, if you’d like I could show you how to make your own”

Childe

Ah yes, the cocky ginger,

I imagine he’d act like Kaeya, if he saw you strolling through Liue, Childe would stride up to you and ask if he could escort you to where you need to be with the excuse; “you can never be too careful” and this would become a habit to the point of meeting you once your shift ends to walk you back home. He’d also 100% spend his money on you no doubt, like Zhongli his excuse would be

“what’s the point of mora if I can’t spend it on a pretty girl hm?”

Itto

I hope you’re a dog person,

Because this is at your beck and call. One of the ways he shows his interest towards you is gift giving; you need a certain herb? Wait here while he goes and hunts it down for you, or maybe you need some meet? Don’t worry, he’ll quickly chase down a boar for you. And if you thank him a big smile when he delivers them? His tail could cause a tornado with how powerful his tail is wagging. Another way he shows his interest is physical affection; you’re sitting down reading a book? He’s there with his head on your shoulder, you’re both walking through town? He’s got a firm grasp on either your hand or your arm,

“what? I can’t let you wander off and get yourself lost, what would I do then? Who would hive me head pats?”

Kaveh

You wouldn’t even know he has a crush on you,

Instead thinking he’s just this friendly with everyone. Being an architect, no less from Sumeru, he would show and explain his ideas to you and ask for advice on what you think about them, sometimes he’ll deliver miniature structures to you that he made, for example: he once made you a wooden mobile (like a baby cot mobile) to hang wherever you please that plays music because he knew you had trouble sleeping or another time, he made you a glass wind-chime that would reflect the sun and cause rainbow rays to spread across your porch because you spend so much time in your garden. He’ll either make these as a thank you, a just cause, or he’ll make up a white lie and say it’s an experiment he’d like you to test run, always delivered with an excuse he made beforehand:

“Ah Y/n, glad I ran into you! I noticed the other day that you were struggling to keep on top of watering all of your plants so I made an automatic watering system! If it all goes well, I might start a batch of them”

—

－𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

Nymphomaniac | 방탄소년단

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Jungkook, the headmaster’s son, is just trying to make it through school unnoticed but with his academic smarts and undeniably good looks it’s no surprise when he gains the attention of a certain student

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : virgin!Jungkook x nymph!fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff/smut/school au

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : corruption, sub!Jungkook, loss of virginity, oral m!receiving, slight nipple play if you squint, penetration, you both make a sex tape, teaching Kook how to kiss.

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Gaining stares before I had even stepped foot into school was something I became used to. In fact, it was a daily occurrence at this point. Everywhere my eyes drifted were faces with downturned eyebrows and tight lips.

My steps felt heavier as murmurs reached my ears - what they said was always about me, yet never directly to me. The whispers traveled like wildfire around the school grounds; everyone seemed to know my secrets and have their own opinion on what should be done with them - none of which gave any relief or peace from the situation in hand.

Every girl's lips moved in hushed conversation as I walked through the hall, and their gazes followed me with burning intensity. The contempt was so thick that it almost felt physical. I heard snatches of whispered phrases float in the air - "disgraceful," "just like her mother" - making clear what they thought of me and my ways. But no-one dared utter these words to my face, then they would have something to gossip about.

The boys would look at me with a strange, heated hunger in their eyes. I was like an oasis of pleasure in the desert of their lives – something that could quench any thirst they may have had. My gaze and my body language seemed to be inviting them closer, as if I wanted one or more of them to take advantage of me in whatever way they wished. It felt shameless, but it also satisfied some internal craving for carnal satisfaction that drove my every action and thought.

“𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?“ Turning around to face the boy I had been occupied with in the closet for the past 30 minutes, I sighed.

I opened my mouth to tell him no and that he should just move on to some other girl until I decided it wasn’t worth it and instead, turned around and walked off in the opposite direction.

It was times like this that would remind me of my mother, a strange kinship of sorts; as if I could feel her in my bones, see echoes of her lurking within me.

It was disconcerting and uncomfortable - like sliding into the dress she wore when I was a child, and realizing it still fit well after all these years. A reminder that everything she taught me has taken root somewhere within myself to grow or wither at its own will. Times like this made me yearn for the distance only death can bring.

Everyone in this boarding school had heard of my mother – a woman of dubious reputation, who the headmistress once described as “sowing her wild seeds”. The other students whispered when I passed by and cast judgemental glances at me as if I too would follow my mother's path. But they didn’t know that I was determined to make something better for myself, no matter how low people perceived me because of my lineage.

Nonetheless it seemed like everywhere I went all eyes were on me – judging every move and misstep like an unforgiving jury watching its victim carefully with discerning scrutiny.

I was sixteen when the diagnosis came in. Nymphomania – an insatiable craving for sexual relationships and gratification. A shadow had been cast into my life, and it seemed like no matter how hard I tried to control it, nothing worked - the cravings were always there somewhere beneath my skin, bubbling up and consuming me until all that mattered was finding a way to release them.

Masturbation could only do so much; soon enough even that wasn't enough anymore. So through trial-and-error experimentation over time, I gained a reputation amongst the boys of my neighbourhood as The Local Whore.

I straightened my back and kept my head high as I walked through the grand halls of this prestigious school. Everywhere around me were the daughters of the rich, prancing about in their designer clothing, whispering secrets behind their fingers and sizing me up with judgments hidden in their eyes. They all used their daddy’s money to get here, although I was no different.

I clasped my hands together, feeling the edges of my fingernails press into the soft flesh of my palms; a reminder that although I was no different - it had been a long road that had brought me to where I am now.

My father's teachings still echoed in my ears: insistent, unbending and unyielding in his belief that God alone could help me become who he wanted me to be. Little did he know, if only he could see me now - standing here on this threshold between two disparate worlds - how wrong his once convinced assumption were.

I had convinced myself that he chose this school over any other simply to pretend, possibly forget, that he even had a daughter. He’d take this opportunity to fix what was left of his reputation back home. After-all, “𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳“ as my father liked to remind me.

The school was like something out of a fantasy book, with it's broken brick walls and long narrow corridors. It seemed to exude an air of respect - the colour black ran through its veins, ironically the colour of sin, from the carpets lining the floor, to the trophy cabinets that decorated its walls.

Everywhere you looked there was something mysterious and spine-tingling about it; almost as if you were surrounded in darkness despite being standing in full light. Every footstep echoed throughout this old building making for a seemingly never ending playing field for exploration.

The building loomed over the campus, two stories high and multi-winged with rows of windows looking out on a sprawling intercontinental view. Its walls were pale gray brick and its roofs vermillion slate, an unusual yet distinct combination that resonated grandeur in its tallest spires.

The entrance hall was wide enough for four people to pass without shoulders brushing; within were two connected wings built side by side – one pink granite the other white marble – signifying gender separation due to firm religious beliefs held by those inhabiting it's spaces. Deep down inside these walls resided 500 students following their separate schedules from breakfast through dinner.

Although they didn’t do a very good job at separating us considering we still had to pass one another in the halls on occasion in order to traverse other parts of campus.

The school was a large white structure set back from the road. The front driveway coiled around neatly trimmed trees, and garden beds decorated with vibrant flowers lined the entrance walkway like soldiers on parade. From afar, it looked like an ivory castle; up close it revealed its immensity- straight lines of classrooms flanked by geometric terraces of dormitories that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction.

Inside there was a large reception office staffed by friendly faces all too eager to please visitors, within it were walls covered in cabinets full of trophies earned from countless victories in sports and academics alike.

I had been transferred here a few months prior under the instruction to finish my senior year unless I want to stay here another year by failing, that was not going to happen.

But that still wouldn’t stop me from having my fix.

But it also meant I needed to find myself a tutor, and fast.

I ventured through a labyrinth of silent halls and corridors, each one a mirror to the last. Everywhere I went seemed to draw me further inwards; closer to an unknown destination that even the most experienced navigator would struggle with.

I trudged down the empty hallways of the school, my feet dragging somewhat as I made my way towards the study hall. A bright light shone out from an open doorway and when I looked up to see what it was that beckoned me closer, no less than an angelic figure stood before me.

His brown hair was thick and slightly wavy, with a tousled look, almost having a golden sheen to it from the sunlight streaming through the arched windows at one end of the hallway; His eyes were like two pools of melted chocolate, deep and rich. He smiled slightly as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out except for a few notes from some unheard song playing.

From beneath the thin frame of his glasses, two round lenses like a pair of moons framed a pair of shining golden-brown eyes that reached out to capture the warm rays of their own miniature sun within themselves. They glinted with every motion he made, each sparkle or twinkle depicting an emotion he held so deeply and passionately in his heart.

His facial features were a mosaic of perfection. Dark brown curls cascading past his ears, framed by high-cut cheekbones and an angular jawline flecked with the faintest of stubble that I longed to run my finger across. His lips were thin and delicate, rosy in hue and slightly parted with a small mole just below adding an extra layer of charm — almost as if it was begging for a kiss. With every feature I beheld, my heartbeat quickened faster until I found myself unconsciously crossing one leg over the other in sudden need.

He was lean and toned, his muscles standing out subtly beneath the crisp fabric of his white button-up shirt. Although it did nothing to conceal his shape, the garment lent him a certain refinement that was offset by the sleek black slacks he'd chosen to wear. Completing this modern silhouette was a bag slung around his neck.

He was tall and well-groomed with a chiseled jawline that seemed to be carved from granite, his thick, dark hair was a wild tangle of curls, obscuring his vision and causing him to pause in frustration. He slowly raised a hand with pale blue veins running through it and swept aside the stubborn locks, revealing his gentle brown eyes that had been hidden by the mass of hair. As our gaze connected for an instant, I saw his cheeks flush crimson like flames dancing on kindling wood.

I knew who he was, how could I not?

Jeon Jungkook was one of the many tutors on campus, and his specialty lay in poetry and fiction. He read voraciously, soon turning to painting and ceramics as well. Wherever he went, he had a book tucked into his arm or peeping out of some bag on his back like an extra limb; when girls stopped him to ask for help with their own work, instead of putting down the novel or essay in his hand as most would have done - uncomfortable from being caught reading – Jungkook held onto it tightly as if afraid it might vanish if not clung to with enough force.

But that’s not what caught my interest, no.

He was the son of the Headmaster, he was off limits. He couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried.

Luckily for me, I was in need of a tutor and I wasn’t going to settle for just any tutor.

Thankfully we were allowed to have a tutor of any sex as long as there was a person of authority to watch over. Considering my target was the headmaster’s son, there was no need for a third person, he was trustworthy in the board’s eyes. A sinless being.

I just had to figure out how to approach him without scaring him off.

I followed Jungkook into the quiet study room, my mind spinning with plans. He continued on towards a back room, producing a small silver key from his pocket to unlock it before walking in alone. My footsteps were nearly silent against the aged hardwood floors as I made my way closer to where he had gone until an unexpected slam caught me off guard and sent my heart racing.

I took the opportunity to poke my head in, cautious but curious. My eyes landed on Jungkook, in his school uniform with his sleeves rolled up and revealing veiny arms. His hands raked through his locks frenetically as he leaned his elbows on his knees in front of a canvas screwed up tight with colors ranging from yellow to red, seemingly an old painting with how dry the paint was; it looked like a battle between light and dark was taking place much like the inner battle he was having. I felt mesmerized by the sight; it seemed even more beautiful because of Jungkook's fury evident upon his face while he crafted what appeared to be yet another masterpiece.

The room was of decent size, with a carpeted floor tucked under layers of dust sheets that served to protect it from any stains Jungkook might throw its way. A large black-framed window at the front travelled up towards the ceiling, creating a pitched skylight as if it were a centerpiece overlooking the back of the school. Along one wall ran an expansive shelf system - books and pottery pieces spilled out in this makeshift archive - while opposite leaned three easels for paintings and sketches he had been working on.

The room was alive with the glow of possibility. Canvases were propped against the walls haphazardly, their unfinished stories waiting to be completed. Paintbrushes and pencils spilled out of cups on an old desk tucked away in a corner, forming their own miniature rainbow beneath the soft light shining from a paper lamp nearby. All that remained now was for someone to take up those tools and paint something beautiful into existence.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, hands buried in his hair. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand while raising the other to sweep away fallen strands of brown hair from across his forehead. His eyes were a deep brown as he looked off into the distance, taking a moment to think, breathe.

He stood in front of the canvas and surveyed the palette, eyes narrowed and deep in thought. At last he reached forward with sure hands, taking a brush from its holder before selecting two tubes of paint. As I watched on as if transfixed by a spell, he put them together on his brush then blended them together into an orange-hued swirl which seemed alive to me - undulating between reds and yellows but never settling completely either hue. With slow purposeful strokes amplified by deliberation that seemed almost religious in devotion to creation, he slowly placed each drop onto the canvas where it lay shimmering like a living thing.

Until the stupid door creaked and his eyes met mine.

I didn’t let this falter me though and instead entered the room to admire my surroundings and him further, leaving my bag near the door.

"Y-Y...n," His deep voice caught me off guard, rumbling through my body with a feeling of admiration. How had he known my name? I suppose being the Principal's son had its benefits, although it was neither told nor asked for. Nonetheless, his choice of words and delivery sent a shiver down my spine - that made me want to hear him say it over and over again.

He sounded small, shy… nervous.

”I-Is there something I can help you with?” He set his paintbrush down and rose to meet me as I crossed the room towards his desk in the far corner of his makeshift studio.

I ran my fingers along the criss-crossed grains of weathered wood, tracing flowery patterns left by long forgotten layers of paint. My eyes drifted up slowly until they connected with his soft, comforting yet shy gaze through an almost tangible bond that seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Yes actually, you’re going to tutor me” I said without hesitation.

“I need help getting out of this shit hole” I now stood in front of him as I heard him suck in a breath.

“M-My help?” I nod my head in reply, “I’m failing my lectures and according to someone, you seem to be passing all of them. If I don’t pass by the end of the year, your father and mine are going to keep me here for another year and in no way is that happening.

Lightly I traced my fingers up his chest, exploring the contours of his form with delicate precision. As I reached the base of his neck, my fingertips met with a loose tie that had managed to escape its own confines and was now splayed across one side of our bodies.

Pausing for a moment as if in thought, I carefully straightened it before smoothing out any creases from within his shirt that had been left in strife by this foreign presence. As my hands brushed against his torso gently guiding itself along each thread as though reading braille, all the while I continued my explanation.

“And who better to teach me the ways of a long and sinless life than the headmaster's son” I finish, tilting my head to the side.

“I-I’m not sure-”

“Would there be no way of convincing you otherwise?” He switched his eyes back and forth between mine, his pink blush turning am even deeper red, if that was possible.

“I c-can’t tutor girls” His eyes flickered away from my gaze, and he shuffled a bit on the spot while he glanced up at me with sheepish eyes that betrayed both shyness mix of nervousness.

“And why’s that Jungkook? Do you get nervous?” I said with a twinkle in my eye and a teasing smile on my lips.

“G-god wouldn’t-” Before he could finish his sentence, I stepped forward and interjected with a graceful firmness. Stark stillness descended upon us and seemed to stretch on for an eternity as my hands slowly moved from their place on his tie until they rested firmly atop his chest. His gaze followed mine as we both watched the slow journey of him being guided gently backwards towards where he sat earlier.

“Let me guess, God wouldn’t approve hm? Is that what you were going to say?” Pushing him down to sit on the chair, I now stood over him which didn't last long as I soread my legs to straddle him, taking the time to get comfortable.

Jungkook, face now red with a surprised expression as if he had died and gone to heaven, placed his hands out as if he were caught red handed making sure to keep the remnants of wet paint away from us both - how thoughtful.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I continued, “How anout this, one lesson. I need to show my teachers and your father that i’m trying in my studies so i’m not a waste of their time and I currently need to pass at least one class. Considering you already have an easel and paint out, we can start here. If I get a B+ or higher we’ll continue our tutoring sessions but if I don’t we can stop. Sound fair?”

Still frozen in shock, all Jungkook could manage was a slight gulp as he repeatedly blinked in astonishment. Taking that as a yes, I turned around to face the easel, all prepped amd ready to use.

“So, where do we begin?”

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it on the pile of our discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined its pile of clothing with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it across the room, creating a pile of discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined the pile with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

“What's with that look? I don’t want my uniform to get dirty now do I?” I once again made myself comfortable on his lap between his spread legs as he clears his throat in shock.

I decided to paint a butterfly, something of purity. Jungkook tells me to start mixing the colours I need which he had set in front of me a few minutes before.

I began started with the outline, starting from the head and leading my way to the wings. Ten minutes passed by before I began seeing everything wrong with my so-called painting.

“I don’t think I’m doing this right” I could feel his stiff posture behind me, hesitating untik I felt his bare chest - shirt now unbuttoned to avoid any staining, displaying the silver cross necklace around his neck, slightly brushing against my back. “Can I - um - help… you?”

I nod and he lightly places his hands on top of my own just enough to guide me. He leads my hands across the canvas, leaving a hue of blues in it’s path.

Once the basics are done, Jungkook decides we were done for the day. Facing him, I push myself further onto his lap, “I-I’ll let you know when we can continue… this”

Jungkook trailed off when I pressed my hand against his chest, the still wet paint paint covering my hand left a print on his chest, marking him.

"Y’know, you’re really skilled with your hands” I trailed my eyes from the open shirt, exposing his lean chest up towards his eyes where they switched nervously between my own as I sloely lean in.

“Makes me want to put them to better use” I lift myself up slightly, causing his paint-coated hands fall to my ass.

Just as our lips were about to meet he backed up, “I-I’ve never… kissed anyone… before” if my heart was to fail me, it would be in this moment.

“B-But I want to kiss you Y/n, I want you to be my first kiss - I just don’t know… how” He professed, allowing a tint to coat his cheeks.

His eyes continued to switched between my own before taking their chance to catch sight of my lips.

I used my finger to lift his chin, leaning in closer to his lips to the point where I could feel the softness of them against my own and just about make out the lone mole beneath his bottom lip.

“Then kiss me Jungkook” I watched the nervousness take over his features. Doubt began to circle his eyes. “I’m not stopping you”

“I d-don’t know… I wouodn’t want to ruin it… can you - please” when he begins to fumble on his words I lean in, keeping my eyes on his perfect lips awaiting my kiss.

I run my finger over his bottom lip, Jungkook’s brown doe eyes turning a shade darker and the shin of the moonlight creeping in through the window was not hiding the look of want and need in our eyes.

“Can I do what Jungkook?” I pushed him further, enjoying the way he writhed underneath me.

“I want you to teach me how to kiss you properly, please Y/n” I couldn’t hold back any longer, not when any sight of purity in his eyes had disappeared, now replaced with want, need, sin.

I bring our lips together, I could already imagine the expression he held - eyebrows raised to the heavens, eyes blown wide and frozen in shock. What I didn’t expect was for Jungkook to suddenly give my ass a soft squeeze resulting in a hum to pass through from my lips to his.

My hands make their way across his back until I reach the back of his neck, leading to his hair and tugging his head back a little.

I took that moment to assess my work. Lips turned a nice, swollen red, eyes dazed and his mouth letting iut the softest of pants. Jungkook moves forward to reconnect our lips but frowns when I move back.

“Someone’s impatient hm?” I reached my arms back to loosen my bra, just enough to allow him a small glimpse of my nipple.

While doing so, I brought his dazed yet still shy smile to my lips, kissing both corners before continuing our kiss, taking the note of the soft moan extending from his throat.

My hands now explored his chest and iver his arms while my hips roll in a way that makes him pause the kiss to inhale sharply.

The cool wind blows upon us from the window, causing goosebumps to rise and my nipples to harden. This time I’m the one who’s caught off guard when I feel warm lips pressed to my chest, focusing themselves between the valley of my breats.

“You’ve gained confidence” I try to laugh a little to keep him at ease but it’s short lived when when he nips at my skin before adjusting his seating causing his bulge to to push against my aching clit.

Jungkook looks at my chest, and the trail of saliva and the fingerprints he’s leaving over my body as if he was taking a oicgure with his eyes.

Then he gets this look in his eyes as if he just had the grandest of ideas waiting to be revealed. His eyes flicked up to me, and it’s killing me how ready my body was for him.

“I-I have an art commission to submit in a week… for the university I want to attend and I need to submit something I find beautifully interesting and I - um - …I couldn’t think of anything until now… I’ve been putting it off until earlier …where I just slapped a few colours on a canvas…” he look down at our laps as if ready for my rejection.

“Are you saying you want to use my body to get you into college?” Jungkook furiously blushes at my blunt response.

“I won’t show your face and I’ll cover anything inappropriate. I’ll only photograph your body, nothing else I promise”

“I undersif you say no, it’s not something you hear someone ask you everyday, and I -”

“I’ll do it” I press my finger against his lips keeping my own to my finger, “but, I expect payment in return”

I could almost see his mind racing, trying out what I meant by - “payment?” I give him a wink as my own response but then he shifts again, his bulge still very much apparent.

“When do we start? I’m just a little too exited to have your hands all over me” if only he could understand the true meaning of my words.

Jungkook fumbles over his words a little bit before giving out a clear response.

“Would…would it be okay to start now… if that’s okay with you of course”

Slipping off Jungkook’s lap, I take the time to admire his ‘studio’ of sorts as he gathers the supplies needed for his submission. Paintings, what looked to be his, adorned the wall, books on other artists filled his shelves and an array of pottery pieces decorated the cabinets.

I turn to find him watching, smiling. “Don’t mind me, continue” I take an apple from a ceramic bowl I’m sure he made himself and take a bite, his eyes following every movement.

He gulped as he watched a trail of juice slowly glide it’s way down my chin, dropping to my chest.

“I-I’m ready… if you are” he finishes with a whisper without tearing his eyes away.

“Where do you want me?” This seed to snap him out of his daze, clearly having something else on his mind.

“Sorry?”

“Where do you want me positioned?” I clarified, setting down the apple. “O’oh - uhm - would over there be okay?”

Pointing to the only empty space in the room, he began setting up his camera with a clean dust sheet and a white wall as my backdrop. I made my way over, settling down on my knees with my hands placed in front - ready to be positioned any way he wanted.

Lifting up his camera and pointing it towards me, Jungkook visibly froze, taking me in. His eyes scanning over every inch of my body making me feel naked - maybe it would be better if I was.

Concluding this would be a better idea, I raised my right hand towards the strap of my bra and slowly pull it over my shoulder, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"W-What are you doing?" I could practically see his heart ready to burst out of his chest like a comedy skit.

"I'm making it easier for you, wouldn't want the straps of my bra to be in shot now would we?" Jungkook made no move to capture any shots, just continuing to stare at my bra that was barely hanging on.

"Don't mind me, continue" I repeated the same words from earlier, "wouldn't want my photographer to get distracted" his eyes running over my cleavage as the blush begins to rise along his face.

Jungkook was still standing a fair distance away as I continued to tease him "Why are you so far away? surely you can't get any detailed shots from over there"

Stalking forward, he raised the camera level to his face as I heard the continuous shutter urging me on to proceed with my 'modelling'. My hands drifted from the tops of my thighs, across my stomach and leading towards my breasts, pushing them together as I stared straight into the lens of the camera, no doubt making contact with his own.

Continuing my many poses I leaned forward until I supported my weight on my hands and knees, my favourite position. Undoubtedly jungkooks too it looked like, with his tongue poking from between his lips and eyes trying not to linger for too long as to make me uncomfortable.

Crawling towards him as if he were my prey - no sudden movements as to startle him, I slipped my fingers between the loops of his school trousers, drawing him closer.

My hand wandered up towards the hand that helped support his camera, grasping his fingertip and letting it glide across the soft skin of my cheek, towards my lips where I placed a gentle kiss to the tip before letting them run down my neck, slower and slower down my chest, stopping at the valley between my breasts.

I guide his hand to push off the other strap of my bra before letting his hand grasp my breast. His mouth falling ajar, I close my eyes for a second, liking how his hand brings more warmth to my body.

"I bet she wonders what it would feel like if you touched her or how it would feel to please you herself, I bet she was thinking about it the entire time" I refer back to Adi from earlier.

Jungkook's eyes dart back to mine again, "but she'll never know, will she?" he shakes his head.

"And why's that?" I inclined

"B-Because I only want you to please me, Y/n" My eyes almost roll to the back of my head, his voice comes out deeper, sinned with lust.

I leaned up as far as I could on my knees to grasp Jungkook by the collar, his silver cross dangling in my face as if daring me to tarnish everything he'd ever known. Leading him by the collar and causing him to lean forward, I moved towards his ear, allowing his eyes to take in the rounds of my tits, "I know, I just wanted to hear you say it"

"Y/n... I want-" he cuts himself off as if the sinful words had burnt him, forbidding him from letting his desires take control.

"You want what Kookie? You have to say it" I slowly let my gaze wander down to the hard-on in his slacks, he had to be uncomfortable from the restrictions of his pants.

"Do you want me to touch you Kookie? Is that what you want? I need you to use your words or I won't know what it is you want" He visibly gulps, biting his lower lip as my hand only slowly creeps its way down from the collar of his shirt towards his aching dick before moving away back to his thigh.

"Y/n... please... can you touch me?" I almost moan just by the desperation in his voice, I begin to unbuckle his belt, running my hand over his bulge before taking him out of his slacks

Now standing straighter, Jungkook stood towering over me, the camera held in his hand lay limp by his side.

I sucked in a harsh breath, he was big. So fucking big and perfect.

I never believed in the saying that it was always the quiet ones but fuck was I a believer now. "I-Is this alright?" I just about managed to tear my eyes away and turning my gaze to him, almost like he wanted to hide himself away because I had been staring for far too long.

The sight of his pre-cum waiting at the tip of dick, teasing me.

"It's perfect, so damn perfect" Jungkook visibly relaxed a little but that didn't stop him from blushing harder.

"Why don't you start recording hm? that way you can capture more shots without having to focus, consider this as your payment" I instruct as I use my index finger to run up the base of his dick, Jungkook letting his mouth fall open with a nod.

Slowly and with a small shake of his hand, he lifted the camera in time to capture me squeeze the head of his dick, making him release a moan that could make anyone wet or pass out.

Using one hand I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor while the other kept a hold on his dick. I pushed out my chest, causing his entire face to go red.

"Do you fantasise about them? How soft they would feel in your hand, massaging them? Or having them wrapped around your cock while I look at you with such innocent eyes until you cum?" stroking him with an occasional twist of my hand.

"Or how good they'd look in your mouth?" I wanted... no, needed to touch myself but this was about him, my little kookie.

"Oh my..." I watched his chest heave up and down, my nipples pushed out even more.

"I bet you would love to feel my lips around you, sucking and letting my tongue tease over your tip. The feeling of wanting to cum over my tits or deep down my throat, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you" He quickly nods his head and I don't think he's realised he's admitted to it.

"You're so hard Jungkook, you're being so good for me right now" his hips bucked up, his muscles bulging under the sleeves of his shirt allowing me to make a mental note that he liked to be praised.

"Y/n... I'm - I - I... oh please keep going" His words became a complete mess as he grew closer, he throbbed in my hand. I wasn't planning on stopping.

"Cum for me Kookie, let me make you feel good" I sped up the pace of my hand, making sure to run my thumb over the tip before using his pre-cum as lubricant to squeeze the base of him.

Jungkook went to bite down on his lip but I tapped his thigh making him stop his actions. "I want to hear you, cum in my hand" he never looked away, even when I thought he would, he didn't.

With each twist of my hand, I knew only one thing would set him off completely.

Almost as if he knew something was coming, my eyes shined with a devious glint.

I places a short kiss to the tip of him setting him off, making him squeeze his hands into fists causing his veins to pop. I placed another one on the base of his dick, the second kiss making him lean his head back and his shoulders sag as his thighs tense on either side of me.

I was pressing my thighs together almost painfully to where my knees dug into the wooden floor watching him unravel in my hand.

His brown hair was now wet due to sweat, sticking to his forehead and glasses slipping from their original position. Sweat droplets running down his panting chest I so desperately wanted to lick.

When he calmed down, he said nothing. I got up from the floor and grabbed the camera he had still been holding and placed it on a side table, continuing the recording.

We weren't finished yet, far from it.

I made my way back to Jungkook and took a hold of his hands, leading him to step out of his now fallen pants and over to where I was originally posed but this time, I had him on his knees.

My pretty boy.

Placing my hands on his head, combing through his damp strands with his head tilted back and eyes blissfully closed, I let them wander down to his neck and over his shoulders. Sinking to my knees to gain more access with my hands I continued my wandering across his chest, feeling it constantly begin to lift and fall.

I continued my travels down over his abs that I dream of kissing my way down to scratch with my nails as I ride him until we both cum.

I lick my lips and admire the sight in front of me, my little Kookie in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. I rub over his dick, giving him an occasional squeeze as I kiss the spot below his ear.

"Did you like it when I did this?" I squeeze him one more time and he responds by releasing a small whimper, urging me to continue my assault.

Releasing the grip I had, I placed my hands on his chest once again, gently pushing him to lay on his back, letting me straddle him as he finally cracks open his eyes to stare at me with those big doe eyes of his.

He watched me carefully and let his body relax when I brushed his tip with my thumb. My hand hardly fit around him going down the base.

can already tell by the way he's looking at me more than anything else that he's nervous.

"Shouldn't I... uhm. I read that I could make you feel good if I..." He dropped his eyes between my thighs and fully blushed.

I covered his lips with my own, my bare chest meeting his. When I pull away he's blushing even more, his eyes can't seem to figure where to focus.

"Just let me take care of you, okay?" He responds with a shy nod, I bite my lip at all the ideas I had planned for the future.

It may not be my first time but it is his and the last thing I want is to overwhelm him knowing that he's trusting me to be his first time.

So I start slow, leaving painfully sow kisses from his sharp jaw, making a trail down to his neck. The spot where his pulse lies is beating against my lips, telling me he's not only nervous but that he wants it as much as I do.

I push myself lower, kissing down his chest until I get to his unbelievably and perfectly cut abs which rise at the rhythm of his chest.

He licks his lips and it makes me want to kiss them and bite on them like I know he loves and turn them red until we're breathing like maniacs.

I graze my fingertips up the sides of his shaft, Jungkook's body tensing and calming down as my lips come in contact with him, I kiss from the tip all the way down as if I was making sure he never forgets the print of my lips on him.

My lips finally part around his cock, I arch my back so he can see the curve of my ass and the two dimples staring back at him.

My left hand works the middle section of cock while my tongue swirls around his head. I hollow out my cheeks, bringing out my cheekbones more, and to hear the "mmphs" coming from him as keeps a hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly.

I twist my hand up and down on him, liking how he unravels simply by my hand and mouth. I continue to pump him while flicking my tongue over his tip which makes him let out a deep breath.

My lips are probably glossed by now and my hair must be absolutely everywhere. His hand reaches out and pushes the hair that's fallen over my shoulder back to get a better view of my face.

"I-I like watching... you" It's hard for me to keep myself going, I could never have imagined Jungkook ever saying things like that.

When I remove him from my mouth, I can tell he was close but I didn't want him to cum just yet.

"We're not done yet" Jungkook continued to pant while I reached over into my bag I had left by the door and dug through to find a condom, followed by the loss of my underwear.

Jungkook sat up straighter, both of our eyes were glued to each other as I rolled the condom onto him, I slowly crawled myself to his side.

"If it becomes too much just tap my thigh twice and I'll stop" I remind him and I swing my other leg on the other side of his thigh.

I guide him between my clit, coating the condom with my wetness. Making sure I kept eye contact with him before pressing the head at my entrance and slowly sinking down. When I feel half of him inside me, we break eye contact and my mind turns off.

Fuck.

The room was silent other than the sound of both our moans being mixed together.

It felt like I was a virgin all over again, I had to let myself adjust to his size, I knew it wasn't going to be easy to fit him inside of me and fuck was he big.

Looking back at Jungkook, he had his head tilted back on the floor, his Adam's Apple bobbed and his neck covered in a sheet of sweat. I burned the image into my head.

If I could take a picture of this I would, but I guess the video would have to suffice I thought as I turned my head and stared straight at the camera, giving a little wink.

Turning my attention back to Jungkook, "Are you okay?" I managed to control myself for his well-being. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Y - You... t - this... I can't even think straight" He pants. "I still want this... with you" Everytime he opened his mouth I felt myself pulsing around him, causing whimpers to slip from his tongue.

I feel the vibrations of chest when I begin to move, he grunts with need, and my body jerks.

"Please keep g-going" He begged, his hands on my hips, and my hips began to move down on top of him, my chest was close to his face while his eyes were solely focused on me.

My hips rock themselves on their own accord, I focus on the way his body reacts, how his eyes try to flutter close but he won't let them.

"I like it when y - you do that" Jungkook leans his head back once more but I grab his jaw and direct his head back to me.

"Tell me what you like, tell me everything you like that I do that makes you feel good" I slowly rolled my hips in the same action and his mouth falls open and that damned groan that could make anyone incredibly horny just from hearing it caused me to do it again.

"T - That, when you go slow like that... I like that a lot" I repeat the action and this time I lift myself and drop on him causing soft whimpers to leave him before he can catch them.

"A - And when you... when you kiss me while you bounce like... Y/n don't stop" Our lips colliding and my lower half continues to connect down onto his.

He closes his eyes when I continue to lift and drop back down in repeated actions and pause to roll my hips down but I tap his cheek.

"Look at me Kookie, don't you think I look pretty when I ride you?" i bite my lip with a smile, knowing it's hard for him to get any clear form of a sentence out.

His eyes are half-lidded like he can't keep his eyes open. He pushes his hair out of his face and kept his eyes locked with mine.

"Mhm, I - I think you look... Y/n you're going to have to stop if you want me to answer you... I can't talk when you feel like this or when you move like that" This only caused me to speed up my pace, my hips rolling in a way which makes his nails pinch into my skin.

I feel myself clenching around him, I would be a fucking liar if I said I didn't feel so good right now.

Every time I feel his cock leave and enter me, my mind can't seem to think of anything else other than driving us both to finish.

I place my hands on his shoulders and this time it's my head being thrown back as I ride him faster and faster, I feel my body let go and enjoy the pleasure and it feels as if I had finally got my fix of a drug as If I was having withdrawals.

His hair was sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes were studying me. They were watching every facial expression I made when I felt him his deeper inside of me each time I dropped down onto him. They study how my body reacts when his hands meet my skin and how my nipples ache to feel his tongue.

He reads me like a book, leaning forward I feel the warmth of his tongue on one of my nipples and my other being rolled between his index and middle finger.

"Fuck how did you..." He manages to get me to say as I roll this time and feel my entire body heat and melt.

I remember how I also read that women gain pleasure from this kind of stimulation... and I like the sounds you make when I do it, do you like it?" Did he not hear me? Or did he just like being told how skilled his tongue was becoming by the minute?

He stares up at me while he continues to swirl his tongue around the bud and squeezes at my other boob, my pussy wraps around him like a vice making him release a string of moans around my nipple and it sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"Shit..." I grind my hips into him at a rhythm that makes him stop and drop his head between my breasts.

His hands instinctively fly to my waist, guiding me at the same pace my hips move. I lift his head by gently grabbing his hair.

"Let me see how good I feel, don't look away from me" I watch the pleasure write itself across his face, his eyes say it all and his moans only encourage me further, he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

My hips buck and he lifts his own to match mine which causes me to grip around him. I felt like cumming on the spot when I felt the warmth oh his tongue on my neck.

Jeon Jungkook was giving me hickies, from my neck to the top of my breasts while he whimpered against my skin as if he couldn't help it.

"Y - You just feel too good... so good" His eyes are slipping closed again but he doesn't let them, his nails dig into my hips and the sting feels so good, my own nails scratch down his chest and abs as I've been wanting to do from the start.

My hands slide up his body to hold onto his muscles and my hips buck faster into his.

Jungkook's breathing was ragged, all over the place, my body was set on eagerness, and I arched my back into into his body. Jungkook wrapped his arms around my waist tighter and brought me closer, I rose my head to face the ceiling, sounds left me almost pathetically.

"I - If you keep moving your hips like that, you're going to make me cum" His jaw tightened, I slid my hand through his brown hair and pulled his head back.

"That's what I want, I want you to cum for me Jungkook" His hips tense below me when his cock throbs inside me, and his face flushes deeply.

Not only was he close but so was I, all I could focus on in that moment was the that stupid cross necklace as if shaking its head at me in disappointment.

"Y/n..." I made sure to watch how he moaned my name and how he squeezed my hips tightly while his hips bucked as I kept going.

He twitched inside of me, no doubt filling the condom and mouth dropped open as I could feel every drop he let out. It caused my body to writhe against his, shuddering while I moaned his name as if it was the only word in my vocabulary.

I dropped my head against him, our bodies felt stuck together, combining into one like they didn't want to be apart from the other.

It took us two minutes to calm down, my chest was heaving against his and my throat felt sore from all the moaning as well as the nice sting from the marks he left on my neck and hips.

Lifting my head to look at his face I wiped the corners of his eyes with my thumbs, ridding the post-sex tears that threatened to fall.

Once he eventually opened his eyes, I took the liberty of checking over him, making sure he was okay.

Once I concluded he was, my attention was brought back to the chain around his neck.

a symbol of innocence, faith, purity.

Combing back his damp hair, I leaned towards his ear, "Think of me when you try and pray your sins away tonight"

Let’s hope his father never comes across this video.

thank you @mikrokosmosjk for waiting so patiently >.&lt;

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Growing up with Kaeya was… well it was something.

Always being teased and made fun of in a Kaeya kind of way, that’s just how he was － how he showed affection to the people he cared about.

And that was the exact reason you had a hard time believing him every time he brought up his feelings towards you.

Yes, you knew he had a phat crush on you as kids but that’s what always happens right? It’s simple puppy love, something you grow out of.

But not to Kaeya. To Kaeya, it was more than just simple ‘puppy love’. No, it was much more.

So after many years of failed attempts, Kaeya was led to where he was now, talking to a small 10 year old girl dressed in red and eager to help.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘠／𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?”

And of course Klee would agree to this, anything to help Kaeya out! And so with a simple,

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢!“

She set off with a simple task; pass on the mystery box to miss Y/n without any damages or anyone but Klee and Y/n getting a hold of it, that was it.

So why was Klee having such a hard time with this task?

Suddenly paranoid that people would get their hands on the box, Klee had to come up with an idea － something, anything.

This box meant a lot to Kaeya and so she would protect it with everything she had.

Arriving at your doorstep, box in hand, Klee was greeted by your always cheerful face.

“𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!“

Thinking nothing was out of the ordinary, you took the box that was handed to you with a confused smile on your face.

“𝘖𝘩? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦? 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?“

You said as you simultaneously open the box only to reveal one of Klee’s Jumpy Dumpties － set to explode.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 Y/n?“

“𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹．．．“

“𝘈𝘯𝘥?“

“．．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥“

Kaeya, now deflated that another romantic confession had gone down the drain, realised the contents of the box weren’t… well, in the box. Before it was damaged at least.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦，𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴?“

And so the girl led Kaeya towards an empty field, nothing in sight but a painfully obvious sign with the words ‘𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’ written on the wood.

Kaeya stared on in defeat as he watched Klee dig up the ‘𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’, feeling nothing but failure.

Maybe this was the universe telling him it wasn’t meant to be after all.

All these failed attempts and what had come of it? An explosion, just as what his heart had felt.

Kaeya trudged back to Mondstadt, items in hand and heart feeling heavy.

All he had expected was to drown his sorrows at Angel’s Share.

But what he hadn’t expected was for you to come waltzing up to him and land a kiss to his cheek.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 － 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦“

If Kaeya had been confused before, he was even more confused now.

And if it wasn’t for the little girl stood behind you, hands behind her back with a shy smile as she balanced her weight back and forth, he wouldn’t have taken responsibility for this mysterious bracelet.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴，𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 － 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰“

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹？ 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯! 𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥!“

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?“

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6：36𝘢𝘮

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