Jeon Jungkook -Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.
Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).
Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?
Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?
The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such. Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…
You spaced out. A knock on the door And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him. Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.
The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.
J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…
Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.
A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.
J: I can handle this just as well as…
Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.
Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.
J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?
He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?
Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.
Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.
J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.
Y: Excuse me?
J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?
That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least. He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.
Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…
Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…
J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.
You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.
Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.
J: Fine, then.
And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…
J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?
He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.
J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…
Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?
J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?
Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas.
J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?
Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?
You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…
J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.
The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.
J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.
And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.
Y: Whatever, just get out already…
That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.
Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?
J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.
Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.
You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.
J: You’re so cute.
He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.
Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.
7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.
You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.
He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.
J: Ssup, pretty girl?
He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.
J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…
Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.
A loud whine.
J: But, noona! You promised me a date!
Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…
So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.
He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.
J: Noona, I’m hungry.
Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?
J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…
Y: I wonder myself…
J: Oi! You’re mean!
Y: No waaaaaay!
And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.
Y: Jungkook it hurts!
J: Khe hehe heh…
Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.
Y: Alright, alright I get it!
More little bites followed
Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…
He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?
J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?
J: Gonna eat them all.
He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.
J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…
Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?
A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.
J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!
Y: Good… I’m glad.
Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.
J: Here, have a bite.
A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…
J: Good, innit?
You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.
You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.
J: So delicious!
You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…
J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.
Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.
J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.
You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.
J: Ahh… My hands are cold.
He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.
Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.
J: Now, that’s a different thing.
Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?
J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.
He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.
J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?
His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.
Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?
J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.
Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?
The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…
He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.
J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.
Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.
You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.
J: Fuck, yes…
J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.
His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.
Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.
J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…
He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.
J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…
He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.
Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.
Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.
J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…
You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.
J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…
Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.
J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…
Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.
You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.
Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?
J: But, noona…
You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.
Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.
Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.
Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?
J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder.
Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then?
The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.
Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.
You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.
J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…
Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.
J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…
That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.
Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.
You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.
J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…
It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth.
It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.
Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.
He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.
J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…
You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.
Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...
Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.
J: I’m sorr…
Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly.
Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.
J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?
He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.
J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?
He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.
J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.
His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.
J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…
He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.
J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…
You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.
Y: Kookie, I’m so close…
J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.
He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.
Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…
He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.
J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.
Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.
He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.
J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?
Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.
J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?
Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.
Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.
J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.
Y: Oh, please.
J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.
Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.
a/n: Here it is! This is my first ever angst piece, so please be nice haha! But, I hope you enjoy the outcome as much I enjoyed the writing. All the love as always, L. xx
- in which Harry feels like Y/N doesn’t love him anymore.
Harry was so tired. Emotionally drained, one might say. His brain had become too torn on what to think, and his eyes dry from crying. He felt like he couldn’t find peace, even though deep down something was keeping him awake, every single night.
I will honestly chill out with the excessive bright eyes posts soon but I just gotta say after these shows… I fucking love bright eyes fans. you are all amazing. there’s this sense of shared experience at conor shows, we’ve all been through a lot of the same things. you can look over at the person next to you and it turns out you’re not the only one holding back tears during milk thistle/something vague/poison oak/etc. it’s being in a room full of people who are not afraid of showing their feelings, in fact they want to celebrate them. which is rare and wonderful. it’s like, are you depressed? is the world terrifying and crushing? okay, let’s fucking sing about it! we’ll lift each other up! “you don’t have to lie and say you’re alright, we’re just happy that you’re here”
it’s a community built on openness and vulnerability and sincerity and trying to believe that the world is beautiful even when living is hard. I’m 22 and I still believe that music and art can save lives or at least make them much much better. and I know that sounds crazy but I do believe it. let the things you love make you feel better. okay? that’s the end of my spiel for now goodnight
As a Newsie, former student, and avid reader, Davey Jacobs knew just how important the right words were. He understood that words held the key to things like a sharp mind and a happy heart.
Despite this, he always found himself boggled and frustrated by the single word on his wrist: your name.
It was bold, typewriter font. It reminded him of a headline, the headline of the most interesting and intricate story. He liked to think that he’d sell fresh out of that story, even if he bought every issue himself just to read about you again. Davey liked to trace the familiar letters with his finger under the dinner table, or sing your name under his breath as he stood on the street selling newspapers.He imagined doing things that he’d read young men do in novels. He wanted to buy you flowers, and take you out dancing, and take you by the waist and kiss you softly.
Only if you liked that kind of thing, though.
“Please, [name]. Just go buy the bread and then you can come right home and plop back into your chair. It would be a big help,” your mother begged. With a nod, you headed out with your novel under your arm- leaving the house without a good book was almost taboo, in your eyes.
It was nice outside, and not too busy on the street. You enjoyed the quiet as opposed to the usual bustling city sounds.
“You know, I really do hope you like to read, David,” you smiled to yourself, peering at your wrist as you opened to a random page. “It would be an absolute shame if you didn’t.” You giggled. You liked to imagine what your soulmate was like. Did he like picnics? Was he tall? How did he feel about eggnog? Was he a cat or a dog person?
Your mind was clouded with such thoughts as you walked along the sidewalk and read. Your parents scolded you for such a thing, but you knew you had it under control.
“Miss, watch out!” A young man warned suddenly, and you looked up at him. Time seemed to slow as you met his eyes before shutting your own, feeling yourself fall before coming to an abrupt stop.
“I’ve got you, miss. You can open your eyes.” The boy stood you upright, keeping his hand on your back.
You opened your eyes slowly, and he gave you two thumbs up. His eyes were soft and brown, warm and inviting. You could have gotten lost in them easily.
“Oh, Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He read the cover as he picked up your book and his newspapers, which he’d dropped as he went to catch you. “It’s quite the read,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an eager nod.
“Quite,” you repeated, happy to see someone who shared your taste in literature.
“I love novels like that. Then again, I really do enjoy an adventure from right here in New York. I guess it always has been the place where dreams come true, don’t you think, miss?” He took a solemn glance at the newspapers in his hand before shoving them in his bag.
“For some people, I guess. And please, call me [name],” you insisted.
The boy’s heart fluttered. That name. It sounded so much prettier rolling off of your tongue than any of the million times he’d sounded it out himself. Like an angel choir or a piano in a foyer.
But how was Davey to know that you were his soulmate? Anyone on the street could have that name, hypothetically speaking. Maybe the statistics didn’t make it extremely probable, but he knew it was possible.
“I’m Davey,” he tipped his cap, studying your face for a reaction. You simply nodded, repeating the name in your head. It was close. So, so close.
“Nice to meet you, Davey,” you smiled politely.
The two of you stood in silence for a second, but as Davey went to fill it, he was interrupted by a small boy that had come running up to him.
“I’ve just sold my last pape!” He beamed.
“Its been a rough day, Les. I’ve still got four left.” Davey frowned, obviously discouraged by the fact.
“I’ve got it, big bro,” Les reassured, digging into his bag with a toothy grin and a wave before scurrying off.
“What a cutie!” You giggled, watching him fake pout at a man.
“Try living with him,” Davey chuckled. “Now, I should be getting home. Les works quick,” he started rummaging through his bag, pulling out a little book. “Try this,” he smiled.
You turned it over in your hands. It was The Count of Monte Christo.
“Wow… thank you. How will I return it to you?”
“I’m out here selling papers each and every day. Shouldn’t be that difficult. I’ve also got friends all over these streets. Just ask around for Davey Jacobs,” he nodded with a warm smile.
“Then I’ll see you around, Davey Jacobs.”
“It was nice meeting you, [name]”
You’d gotten the bread, and were comfortably curled up in your favorite chair. As Pride and Prejudice came to an end, you couldn’t help but glance at the book still sticking out of your bag. An amused smile graced your lips as you picked it up, fingers dancing along the spine. It was clear to see that Davey kept his books in a good condition, as they should be. You knew he’d make a great soulmate to some beautiful girl someday.
He just wasn’t yours, it seemed.
You opened it to the inside cover, and you could have sworn your breath hitched. In the top left corner, it was neatly written in beautiful cursive.
You let that sink in, trying to interpret what it meant. David was a common name. If you were his soulmate, wouldn’t he have said something when you introduced yourself? It just didn’t add up. And yet, you felt it. You felt the need to go see him. To hold him. To love him. You began formulating a plan to see him tomorrow, and the image of his gentle eyes and kind smile were burned into your busy mind.
The next morning, you set out on the streets of New York. You really didn’t think it would be as easy as it was, but there he stood on the street corner, fidgeting as he tried to sell the stack of newspapers in his arms.
“Could I have a paper?” You giggled, holding out a dime.
“[Name],” Davey gaped. His heart felt warm, and it showed. “You finished already?” He tilted his head in admiration. He was head over heels for you, and was set on you being his for the rest of time.
“Much better. I’ve got you a headline, it’ll sell those papers like hotcakes.” You took a step closer, making the boy confused. “This just in: David Jacobs unites with his soulmate, and they live happily ever after!” you gush, pulling up your sleeve and holding it out for him to see.
Davey binked once. Twice.
“Can I kiss you, miss?” He bit his lip, shifting a little.
You nodded, and next thing you knew, his soft lips touched yours. He held you gently, newspapers still in his arms, and he was more gentle than a feather on a blanket.
“This….I think this is my new favorite story,” Davey caught his breath, kissing his name on your wrist.
It’s not because of the Beast. It’s because Lot C is in the
very back of campus, way too far from Everything of Importance. You’d have to
walk a quarter mile before you reached anywhere that sells coffee, almost a
mile to the library. The nearest structure is a low sprawl of administrative
buildings, but even they don’t park in Lot C after dark. They come to work early,
and leave before sunset.
It was a bitch to get my meal card replaced when I’d lost it.
They kept shutting down that stretch of slumped old admin offices before I’d
finished with my afternoon Physics Lab. My lab partner would laugh at me.
“You’ll have to eat out of the trash again. Poor Moonie.
Soon enough you’ll turn into a raccoon,” she would coo at me, an unattractive
smirk wrinkling her nose.
I didn’t like the way she said it. I didn’t like a lot of
things she said. Sometimes I felt like she wished bad things to happen to me,
just so she could snicker at my misfortune. I think it was her smile that did
it. Whenever she smiled, I got the feeling she knew something that I didn’t.
She liked it that way.
I didn’t mind it too much. The one thing she didn’t know was
janellemonaeThis post is called “THE FIRST” (inspired by Ms. Mary Jackson) The First all black cast to win best picture. The First time multiple African-American writers have received an Oscar in the same year. The First African American Muslim to win best supporting actor. The First Queer/LGBTQ film to win best picture. The First African American writer and director to win best picture. Made on a 1.5 million budget NOTHING can overshadow the HISTORY THAT WAS MADE LAST NIGHT. i beam with so much pride. I hope and pray anyone who ever felt like they didn’t belong or their voice didn’t matter woke up today feeling proud to be YOU. #MOONLIGHT#BLACKHISTORY
I think when Past Dean shows up, Endverse!Cas is all goofy, happy, and silly (even more than normal) because he's remembering the person he fell in love with. Not the man who stands beside him, resigned to the fact that they will die together fighting Lucifer; whom he has given his life and love to.
The Dean that stole Castiel’s heart and wings, free of the scars that now leave him solemn and jaded. He’s here. He's still the optimistic, find-a-way, all or nothing man that has not yet decided his humanity is an acceptable sacrifice for freedom. He is the person who showed Cas the true beauty in Earth and all its inhabitants.
Here, he stands before him; reminding Castiel that there were better times and the past wasn’t just a perfect dream. They share so many memories that have once again come to life with Past Dean’s presence. It gives Castiel one last beam of light to carry with him at the very end, a flicker of sentiment brighter than all the cloudy echoes he finds in a pill. The past Dean, his Dean, is the best high he’s ever had.