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Polaroid

KTH x Male Reader

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MATURE CONTENT

This is a oneshot that contains content of an adult nature.

If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please do not read. 

This scenario is intended for adults of all sexualities, genders, and types.

This ff is graphic and has violence inflicted by an idol due to oc y/n’s kinks.

Reader discretion is advised.

Don't spread hate in the comments.

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Dating a photographer was never a job to be jealous over, until you saw a magazine that credited your husband as the photographer. You snatched the magazine and bit your bottom lip until it was raw…

You've heard rumors about photographers and their models, how most photos come out beautiful because they're in love.

Your heart sank as you walked home, the magazine clutched in your hand.

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Taehyung was all smiles as he walked in, ready to take you on your Friday night date. But when he saw the sour look on your face and that you weren't ready like normal, he became worried.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

You let your bottom lip go, it was swollen and chapped. He sat next to you but you moved away from him. "Baby. We talked about this. If you're feeling upset with something, especially if it's me, we'll-"

You pressed your lips together, your bottom lip starting to burn. "W-We'll talk about it." Taehyung nodded, "Now, tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and pulled the magazine off the table. Taehyung looked at it, his eyebrows furrowed, "Why's this got you so upset, love?" You remained quiet then blurted what was at the forefront of your mind.

"You deal with beautiful people everyday, then come home to... Well, me." He went to speak but you interrupted him. "People say photos come out beautiful when you love what you're capturing… Why have you ever photographed me?" Taehyung felt caught off guard but quickly thought up an answer, if you could work yourself up like this over a photo, my silence will not help.

"Baby, you are the most beautiful person I've ever met. Your skin practically glows, without makeup. The rumor is sometimes true, but what you've heard is not how I work. My photos come out beautiful because I love what I do. Right here, right now, if I'd take a picture of you… I'd have to be behind the couch. I'd angle your face up just like this," he gently touched your chin and lifted it.

"The setting sun is coming through the window and hitting the floor, the caramel glow hits half your face and this would be the most beautiful picture…" he saw the twinkle in your eye and smiled. 

"For our date tomorrow, since it's too late and we missed our reservation, come to the studio around 17:00." He kissed you quickly and made his way to the bathroom.

You huffed, what he said made sense but you were still worried, if you were honest.

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The next day around 16:00 you began to get ready, throwing on an oversized baby blue sweater, some skinny jeans and white slip on Vans. You style your hair, grab your bag and keys, leaving quickly.

You walked past the same magazine stand and noticed all the magazines with Taehyung's main model on the cover were replaced by a new model and a photographer named Jungkook.

In a slightly better mood you practically skipped to the restaurant you always eat at on date nights before heading to the studio.

As you walked in you smiled at the secretary that you hadn't seen in a while. "H-Hi Jiminie." The boy's head snapped in your direction, "Y/N? It's been forever!" He squealed and walked around the desk, hugging you immediately. You smiled and hugged back, your sweater paw on his back. "You here for Tae?" 

You nodded at his best friend and he led you to his studio. "He's working on a lingerie shoot, promise me you won't be upset." You chuckled sweetly and hummed, "It's his job, no?" Jimin sighed and opened the door, walking you in quietly.

You sat Taehyung's food on a folding chair that said his name, sitting in one Jimin brought over. Taehyung was about a foot away on a bedroom set, photographing a woman in black lingerie. You smiled at him as he began his last set of photos.

>>Taehyung<<

I smelled my favorite meal and knew my baby had made it. After my last set of photos I looked up at him, the light was casting a shadow on him, but he looked stunning. 

He stared up at Jimin, talking and smiling as they caught up. His neck and collarbones were exposed thanks to the huge knitted sweater he was wearing. His outfit was a pretty baby blue and his small feet sat in white shoes. Boy, does he know how to dress.

I couldn't help myself and began taking pictures. One of his neck and up, his smile bright on his face. Second of just his neck and collarbones. Third, his crossed legs.

As I looked back up at his face I smirked because he was now staring straight at me. I put my camera down and smiled innocently, "Hey baby-" 

I got cut off as my studio door swung open.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE ME OFF THE COVER OF THE MAGAZINE?" 

The model that made Y/N feel less than stormed in, a group of people following him. I rolled my eyes, "I'm just the photographer, Jungkook. Not the publisher." The smaller male walked over and shoved him, "You're an ass! You know you have input!" 

I groaned, "SO DOES EVERY FUCKING PHOTOGRAPHER IN THIS DAMNED BUILDING! GO ASK THE FUCKING PUBLISHER WHY YOU WERE ONLY ON THE COVER FOR A DAY!" 

Jungkook looked pissed as he raised his hand but was stopped by Y/N.

He let his wrist go, "I will not allow you to hit my husband. I don't know what you think this is. You may be a model, but his photos made you who you are." Jungkook sneered his nose and scoffed, hearing hushed whispers talking about how gorgeous Y/N was. 

Jungkook spun on his heel, stomping out, screaming at the group to follow him.

As the group left, Y/N came toward me and hugged me. I smiled and rubbed his hair… "Before we eat," I waved away the other photographers and Jimin, mouthing for him to lock the door. He chuckled and I continued, "Want to take some photos? Just for us… Maybe my office." 

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Taehyung felt your face blush against his chest as the heat rose in your cheeks. You hummed and backed away. "What panties are you wearing?" You blushed at his question. "Th-The baby blue striped ones…" Taehyung smirked at you as he eyed your jeans.

You took this as a hint to take them off, but as you saw him grip his camera you backed up to the bed and flopped down onto he white blankets.

He took many photos as you gently moved around, unbuttoning your pants, sliding down the zipper, then tugging the pants off. You heard a groan as your panties were exposed, making you lick your lips.

You kicked your jeans to the floor laying back quickly as more shutters went off. You twisted your body so your arms could rest above your head, one lifting your sweater.

Your exposed your chest, your pierced nipples on display for your husband and his camera.

(credit to owner, we only edited the brightness~)

"Keep the sweater on and get on your knees."

You nodded rolling over and kicking your feet a couple times before tucking your knees, but making sure to rise slowly so he could get the arch in your back.

He hummed and more shutters filled the room. You sat on your thighs, the sweater pooling between your thighs as you leaned forward on your sweater paws, your sweater slipping off your shoulders.

You then raised your hands, your stomach becoming slightly exposed, hearing. A hiss made you open one of your eyes, not even realizing you closed them. "Fuck, baby. You got me so hard right now." You smiled and slowly slipped your sweater down, exposing your pierced nipples and making Taehyung groan again as more shutters sounded off.

You then turn your back to him, your ass and panties on full display as you tug the sweater over your head and dig your fingertips into your sides, hugging yourself.

You got used to the shutter sound as you didn't even hear it anymore. "Baby, you're so sexy." You bit your lip and hummed, a full erection bouncing in your panties.

"Tae, m-my cock is showing… promise you won't show anyone." You turned a little and he bit his lip, nodding and even turning the monitor towards yourselves that shows the pictures he was taking.

You smiled softly as blush shaded your cheeks. You turn around and you could hear Taehyung's breath catch in his throat. "That's so fucking sexy. You're so gorgeous, look at that face." You blushed more and laid back, Taehyung climbing onto the bed and standing over you.

You looked into the camera, unknowing what the look on your face could do to people. Your plump lips, misty eyes and red cheeks were driving Taehyung crazy… But he couldn't stop taking pictures, wanting to capture such a raw moment.

"Touch yourself." 

You bit your lip as Taehyung photographed you rubbing your hands over your ribcage, pushing down on your pretty nipples, then rubbing your hard cock. "Fuck this." He put the camera on the bed and let himself fall on top of you.

You huffed as he hovered over you. "I could cum just from looking at your face long enough, there's no way I'm letting these pictures leave my hands." You blushed harder, your hands reaching up to his shoulders. He smiled and leaned down, capturing you in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing between your lips.

You moaned into his mouth and pulled away, "Tae, fuck me. Please." Your wide eyes were a stark contrast to what you were asking for and Taehyung loved that so much about you.

Speaking so dirty to him while looking the opposite. 

"Dirty baby. My dirty baby." He mumbled as he left kisses all over your neck, chest and stomach.

"Tae- " You gasped and you felt him smile against your skin before putting pressure on your cock. "Tae!" You inhaled sharply and arch your back. "Please. Please. Just- Ugh~ Fuck me." He chuckled deeply and pulled you free, quickly engulfing your length with his mouth.

You whined and your fingers immediately went to his hair. "Tae~ Nng!" Even though the tugs of his hair were kind of hard, he didn't let up, actually speeding up the bobbing of his head.

You squealed as you felt your climax, "Tae-" You gasped, "Cumming~" You whined, cumming down his throat as he deep throated you. "Ah!" You squeaked, Taehyung sucked hard as he pulled off of you. "Stop it!" You hissed, a smile on your face. 

"Come on, we'll finish at home."

You giggled as he tossed your clothes onto the bed before turning around and sitting down, taking the proper precautions to remove the thumb drive with your pictures on them. 

Once you were dressed he stood up, his back still to the bed, waiting for you. You smiled and got on the bed, jumping onto his back as he grabbed both your bags and the food that was now cold.

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Sadodere

MYG x Female Reader

This is from our book 'Dark Desires' on Wattpad.

Disclaimer:

MATURE CONTENT

This is a oneshot that contains content of an adult nature.

If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please do not read. 

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This ff is graphic and has violence inflicted by an idol due to oc y/n’s kinks.

Reader discretion is advised.

Don't spread hate in the comments.

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A Sadodere is a person who gets pleasure from putting their love interest in tough situations that cause either pain or humiliation, whether it be physical or emotional. They lack empathy for others and only take interest in those they value.

❞

Marching into the study hall Yoongi couldn’t believe he was stuck with you for detention.

To him, you’re the one who provoked him! Being all cute and shit! No one should see how cute you are! Only him!

Yoongi practically tore the door off the wall as he entered the room. Thoughts of you being nice to a boy in class and giving him a pencil on his mind.

You practically jumped from your skin as the slam sound ricocheted into the room. He smiled simply and walked in normally, shutting the door behind him and walking over to the things you two were designated to handle.

You two were decorating/cleaning the study hall for the ‘Should we have a halloween dance?’ debate. As Seniors, most of your class could care less, which is why it’s so fucking annoying for you two to be there decorating.

Yoongi grabbed a ladder and began walking toward the back of the hall to hang up the banner. You were standing back there, stapling bats to the wall. He internally bit his lip, watching you reach up high, your skirt rising as well. He had to rip his eyes from you to stand the ladder up, stepping to the top and jamming a wall tack into the banner. He got down and moved the ladder closer to you so he could hang the bat in between the words, sticking a wall tack in it before getting down. He looked around and noticed it was quiet besides a quiet hum from you as you hummed the outro to his favorite movie. “Ponyo on the Cliff By the Sea.”

Yoongi smiled faintly and wasn’t watching where he was walking, so when you backed up, he accidentally hit you with the ladder as he swung it to his other arm. You fell backwards and landed on your butt before your back and head hit the ground. He dropped the ladder, and ran over to you.

You were propping yourself up on your elbows when he knelt by your feet. He noticed your skirt was flipped up, but you hadn’t. Suddenly you felt hands on your thighs, “What are you doing?” Yoongi smirked, moving closer to sit on your knees, “Looking at your panties, duh.”

You blushed red as a tomato and all it did was turn Yoongi on more. “Pervert!” You suddenly flipped a switch and raised a hand to smack him. He quickly grabbed your wrist and then your other pinning them above your head. You gasped as his face got dangerously close to yours. “Get off Jerk! You’re the reason we’re here anyway!”

Yoongi didn’t like this, he grew angry, “Well! If you wouldn’t have given Seokjin that pencil we wouldn’t be here!” You scoffed, “Jealous Jerk! I can have friends!” Yoongi growled, making you look at him like he was crazy. “NO! YOU’RE MINE!” Before you could protest just as loudly, he crashed his lips against yours in an aggressive power trip.

He muffled your yell with his lips as he held you in place. You wiggled to try and get away, gasping for air, only for your air to be replaced by his tongue. Your eyes widened, but as he slithered his tongue against yours you couldn’t help but give in. You started moving your tongue along his and he smirked against your lips. “Mmmm~” He hummed. You blushed as a heat began to pool in your stomach and you felt yourself clench onto nothing. You had to admit, you were eating this shit up.

His free hand slid up your thigh, his hand pulling your panties only to let them come back with a loud, ‘SMACK’. You whined in pain and he chuckled deeply before pulling away. He grabbed your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. “You’re mine now and I’ll do anything I want with you.” You gulped and stayed quiet, a soft whimper leaving you as Yoongi’s hand traveled up your side before gripping the top of your shirt.

He yanked on it, the buttons popping off. You gasped at the rush of cold air and the fact that you don’t have a spare shirt. “I’ll give you my school sweater, shut up.” He said. You blushed and turned away from him as he eyed your bra that matched your panties. 

You felt his hand squeeze your breast over your bra. Frankly, he was quite scary, but you’ve always had a thing for Yoongi. The way his eyes soaked in your visuals everytime he looked at you. The way his cat eyes sparkled when you complimented him. Especially, the way he glares at you when he’s angry with you, it makes you quiver.

He tugged your hands and stood to his feet. You stood up and he let go of your hands, only to re-pin them behind you. You heard the clicking of your belt that held up your skirt before feeling it slide off of your waist. He then pushed you forward, stumbling into the cabinets that lined the back wall.

You leaned against it, wincing at the pain in your hips and thighs from smacking against the cabinet. You turned around only to feel him aggressively push your face into the wall. You whined but internally bit your lip as he placed your belt against your wrists before pulling it tightly. 

You hissed at the pain it caused and just smiled internally. You have no clue what was coming over you but you were wanting him to get rougher. Your heat was clenching like it does when you cum on your toys, greedily holding them in place. Yoongi smiled at your straight face, knowing you were moaning inside as he rubbed circles on your hips while he held them. He then pressed himself flush against your ass. “Yoongi~” You purred unintentionally.

He gasped quietly, “You like this huh? Being a dirty slut in school?” He said, leaning up and grabbing your hair by the roots and tugging you to where his mouth was near your shoulder. “Let me mark my slut like the cow she is.” You shuddered, not knowing you had a degrading kink.

You bit your lip to stifle your scream in pain as Yoongi sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You spread your fingers, your hands rubbing his lower stomach. He pulled away as you gasped at the pain. He smirked and leaned down, licking the blood before speaking to you quietly. “Now, even in the future if we never see each other after high school, you’ll have memory of who fucked you best.” You blushed and gulped. 

He pushed your skirt up, smacking your ass. You jumped but didn’t make a sound. So he smacked you again. And again. And again until you finally screamed on the last hit. “There it is~” He purred, your ass cheeks now red.

“Look at you, pretty baby.” You blushed and hid your face. He smirked and pulled your panties down, exposing you to him. “Don’t just look at me, Yoongi~” You whined. He smiled, “Shake your ass.” You whimpered. He smacked your other cheek, “Shake it.” You then shook your hips side to side, making your ass jiggle. “Pop your back.” Yoongi leaned back to watch, the sound of a zipper sliding down filled the room. You pressed your chest to the table and began popping your back as he said.

He then suddenly smacked your ass, gripping it before a harsh bite was felt. You looked back just in time for him to stand back up and press down on your lower back to align himself. You gasped loudly, a high pitch scream left your throat while he pushed in.

The scream got caught as Yoongi began thrusting in and out of you. “AH~” You moaned loudly. Yoongi leaned forward and grabbed your hair, holding you to his chest as he covered your mouth. He slammed in and out of you, watching your breasts bounce from over your shoulder. “O-Oppa. It hurts~” You said, muffled. He smiled and licked your bite mark, moving to your neck to leave another. Yoongi began to, painstakingly slow, thrust into you.

Your fingertips began trembling as you held them splayed out so they met his stomach everytime his hips were flush against your ass. “C-Cumming~” You gritted your teeth after moaning airly. Yoongi grabbed your arms and began thrusting into you rapidly.

“OPPA!” You screamed as he slammed you back against each of his thrusts, sliding your cum out of you with each pull out. “FUCK!” Yoongi shouted, pulling out and cuming on your back. “AH! My skirt, Yoongi!” You shouted, looking back only to see him smirk lightly.

He chuckled, “Sorry.” Your heart palpitated. He walked over to his backpack, pulling out some folded napkins. He walked over and turned you around, aggressively wiping his cum from your skirt before taking your shirt off and putting his sweater on your head,

“Meet me here after school tomorrow, I wanna show you a spot.” You nodded and walked away, leaving Yoongi alone.

He walked to the areas around where he had ripped your shirt off and found all 6 buttons before folding your shirt and putting it gently in his backpack. He pocketed the buttons and smiled his gummy smile to himself, making him laugh at the feeling of finally taking you.

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Somnophilliac

PJM x Male Reader

This is from our book 'Dark Desires' on Wattpad.

Disclaimer:

MATURE M x M CONTENT

This is a oneshot that contains content of an adult nature. 

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❝ Somnophilia: a paraphilia that causes someone to get sexually aroused by a sleeping person ❞

You couldn’t lie… You’ve dreamt of this moment, but never thought it'd become reality.

-1st Person-

Hyung’s soft body, next to mine. The only thing keeping me from touching him is this damned hotel blanket and sheer willpower.

I was hella nervous and worried if anyone knew what I thought about my favorite hyung. 

Is it wrong of me to think of him like that, especially my best friend? None other than, the member of our boy group that I dreamed of, our one and only Park Jimin, who's also my roommate. 

Being in the public eye about 18/7 since we debuted 7 years ago, we couldn't explore our sexuality and we were always sexually frustrated. We felt so horrible, so constipated with horniness, and we had to figure out how to express it in our own ways.

My dreams started when I was 19 and Jimin was 20, during the Wings era. We were practicing the dance for BST that evening, all of us stretching. 

Jimin caught my eye as he stretched, I couldn’t help but watch him. It was something about how his thighs and ass looked in the jeans he was wearing that turned me on suddenly, causing me to have a not-so-little problem downstairs. 

He was extremely flexible as well, so it caused me to have even more dirty thoughts. I had to excuse myself for a few minutes, saying I had a stomach ache when really, I went to the bathroom to get rid of my problem. Shockingly, as soon as I saw Jimin, I got hard again.

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It has been almost 4 years since then, and now we are making a new comeback. It was getting way to fucking hard to avoid my newfound feelings for Jimin, especially since we share the same bed and he often liked to cuddle me.

Of course he did it unconsciously, but it was still effective. What made it even harder was that I had somnophilia, so things weren't the best for me even when Jimin was asleep. I just knew he wouldn't feel the same way I did about him and would be weirded out by my condition, so I kept my mouth shut. 

I didn't want our 6, almost 7 year friendship to get awkward because of my feelings, or even worse; he'd leave the group and call me a “faggot”. Even though I knew he hated that word, you never know when someone could say it to you.

"Y/n ah, I'm trying to sleep. Can you stop mumbling, please?"

I heard Jimin whimper as he turned around in our bed to face me, seeing me with the small light on my book as I was supposed to be reading, my shoulders against the headboard. "Oh... I’m sorry, hyung. I didn't realize I was mumbling. I didn’t mean to wake you." I smiled softly, bowing my head a bit as I went back to reading my book. He smiled as well and wiggled over, resting his cheek on my lower stomach.

I wasn't too bothered by it, but his chin was literally on my crotch and I begged myself not to get a boner. If I did, all my fears would come true. I didn't want to lose Jimin, we had been through so much together and he meant so much to me. 

If I lost him, I don't know what I would do. 

I was majorly depressed even before I joined BTS, and the pressure of being in the public eye, debuting and performing started to take a toll on me. Jimin was always there to cheer me up, and even brought me sweets one time because I had gotten mentally scarred by a girl throwing her panties in my face… 

I had to sit out for the rest of the Love Yourself Tour.

I let out a small huff, going back to reading my book. I couldn't focus though, considering Jimin kept on moving and brushing up against my crotch every now and then. I started to space out again, my eyes peeling from my book to Jimin's perfect, fluffy head of hair. They’d then travel down his back, stopping at his waist where the blanket laid. I looked down at his sleeping head, I could feel his mouth ajar.

"J-Jiminie hyung, wake up."

I stuttered, shaking his shoulder softly. He let out a small whine, moving his face down to my crotch and rubbing his cheek against it. "J-Jimin, get up." I blushed even more, trying to pry his face off me. "You know you like it, Y/N-ah. You like me touching you, don't you?” Jimin looked up, his eyes hooded as he squished his face against my stomach, his lips shining with chapstick and spit. 

They were so pink and plump, making my mind think of dirty scenarios I knew I would never be in. “I know about your somnophilia. Frankly Y/N ah, it makes me even hornier for you." Jimin’s words shocked me, my mouth falling open. 

1: I thought he was asleep, and  2: I can’t believe he knew, I never told anyone. 

"H-How did you-."

"Oh, Y/N ah, you’re so naive. We've known each other for years. You’d think we'd figure out we were masturbating to the thought of the other." Jimin softly rolled his eyes, sitting up and straddling my waist. "H-Hyung, I-I-." Once again, I was cut off by him. "Just shut up and accept the fact that I’ve liked you too, for a long time." He hummed, grabbing my cheeks and pulling my face to his, our lips molding together in a rough but passionate kiss.

Jimin took the book out of my hand, throwing it somewhere in our room and wrapping his arms around my neck. He rested against my chest and started kissing down my neck, leaving multiple dark hickeys. "H-Hyung, everyone's going to see those..." I whispered, my cheeks flushed a bright red as I tightened my grip on his hips. 

"Who cares? You're mine, I want everyone to know that. What better way than to mark my territory, hmm?" Jimin hummed in my ear after pulling away from my neck, kissing me again and biting onto my bottom lip softly. 

I was about to return the favor before he suddenly leaned away and took off my shirt. He pushed me back down onto the bed, making his way down to my pajama pants. You could clearly see my erection, considering I wasn't wearing any underwear. He chuckled when he realized this, tugging down my pants and immediately taking my length in his hand. "J-Jiminie-." I whimpered. 

"Shh, Be quiet. Understood? The others are still asleep."

He flashed me a devilish smile, a dimple appearing on the right side, which quickly disappeared as he started to jerk me off at a fast pace. I gasped softly, leaning my head back on the headboard and closing my eyes. I moved my hand down to Jimin's shoulder, tracing my hand up his neck and into his hair. I tugged at it a bit as he continued to jerk me off faster and faster. 

I gasped sharply, letting out a small groan after he wrapped his lips around my tip. He immediately took me whole, bobbing his head, his hand pumping whatever he couldn't fit in his mouth. The visual I was receiving was extremely gorgeous that I wished I had my phone to record it.

"J-Jimin-." I whined a bit after a few minutes, feeling my orgasm near. He suddenly pulled away, putting my member near his face and jerking me off again. "Fuck- " I grunted, cumming on Jimin's lips, chin, and cheek. I felt myself remaining hard as I saw his expression, his eyes hooded with lust, his lips a bright red and a soft blush on his perfect cheeks, my cum still on his face. "Fuck, Jiminie hyung."

I groaned, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand and wiping off his face. He smiled softly and moved away from me as soon as I was done, his fingers toying with the trim of his underwear. I groaned as I saw his underwear, he was wearing a black lace jockstrap. 

How did I not fucking realize this? 

He giggled softly at my reaction, quickly pulling them off and straddling me again. "No prep?" My eyes widened softly as I saw him reaching back and felt him grab me, quickly making me stop him. "I played with myself earlier in the bathroom, that's why it took so long for me to get back." Jimin smiled, earning a hot blush on my face and a nod from me. He began to lower himself on me, the tip of my member slowly entering him. "So B- Big!" He stuttered and gasped, eventually stopping when I bottomed out.

Jimin suddenly began riding me, his thighs pressed against my hips. I groaned as I placed my hands on them, gripping his soft plump thighs as I watched his hard erection bounce. He hopped up and down on my length. "You're so pretty, hyung." I mumbled, looking up at his lewd face. 

He smirked softly, digging his nails into my chest as he sped up his hip movements. "T-Thank you, Y/N-ah." His smirk suddenly dropped as I snapped my hips up, immediately thrusting into his prostate. "FUCK, Y/N-!"

Jimin whined, trying his best to calm down his moans as I thrusted into him over and over again. "I’m gonna cum!" He gasped, causing me to snap my hips up one more time before he came. “Y/N fuck me until you cum, Baby.” My eyes widened. “R-Really?” Jimin giggled and laid down with his chest in the sheets. I sucked air between my teeth as I smirked and got on my knees positioning myself behind him. He bit his lip as he watched me push inside him. 

“FUCK!” I leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders, bringing his back to my chest, “Shhh. Don’t need anyone hearing us, Hyung.” I whispered, “Mmf!” He muffled his moan as I bucked my hips into his ass, a lovely skin smacking noise echoing into the room. “Damn, hyung. Your ass feels so good.” I moaned softly as he started pushing his hips back to meet my thrusts. “I’m going to cum, hyung.”  I stuttered as my thrusts became sloppy and sped up.

He rested his shoulders on the bed and smiled as he began to twerk faster. I rested my hands on my hips and let him fuck himself. I gripped his hips and slammed him against me once more before pulling out and cumming up and down his back. We both laid onto the bed holding each other close and peppering little kisses on each other.

"Round 2?" I asked.

“In the shower?” Jimin purred.

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Omega Professor

KTH x JJK

This is from our book 'Dark Desires' on Wattpad, it's posted on our Twitter & Deviant Art, so you could've seen it.

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"Jungkook, you act like an addict."

Jungkook choked on his drink, coughing a little, "Oh fuck off, Lisa. Just because I go bungee jumping, roller coaster riding and cliff diving almost every weekend doesn't make me an adrenaline junkie." He grumbled as he sat down on his seat.

"I wonder what you'll do next that'll make Alpha Jeon belittle you. It's like you like risking the life of our future Pack Alpha." Jungkook grumbled at his beta's words, knocking his knuckles on his desk, letting her know to shut up.

Today they'd be introduced to their new Music History teacher. Jungkook was slightly agitated because his teachers normally pick at him, testing the future pack alpha, but he knew he had to take this class for his major.

As the rest of the class settled in, a man young enough to be a student walked to the chalkboard. "Mr. Kim." He wrote on the board. 

He turned around and Jungkook stared hard at him.

It was weird seeing an omega teacher, especially one, built so mych like a beta, tall and lean. 

But the scent wafting off of him was definitely omega.

"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Kim. I'm your new Music History professor and I am excited to work with you."

As Mr. Kim came up from his bow, Jungkook took in his simple outfit that just screamed, 19th century.

The professor wore a pair of fitted black slacks -tight on his waist with a Gucci belt- that pooled at his ankles over Gucci loafers. 

Tucked into his slacks was a loose white long sleeve shirt with strings tied across his chest and at his fingertips, all paired together with a black vest hanging open around his torso.

His curly hair sat fluffy against this head and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to pull on it while ramming into him. 

The alpha quickly pulled his thoughts together to keep his scent under wraps.

He cleared his throat and raised his hand. "Yes?" Mr. Kim asked, all his attention on Jungkook.

Do you have a mate? Do you have a mate? 

Wanna fuck after class? Wanna fuck after class? 

What're you doing Friday night? What're you doing Friday night?

The alpha decided against embarrassing himself-

"Are you a permanent teacher?" 

Mr. Kim shook his head, "No. I'm only here for the duration of Mrs. Choi's maternity leave." He smiled softly and turned to his desk.

"Today we'll be watching a short video on Medieval Music."

The class all shifted in their seats to get comfortable, most of the students actually enjoying the class… while Jungkook on the other hand enjoyed watching the teacher. 

He moved like a princess, but dressed like he was from Neverland…

>>>

Halfway through the period, Jungkook excused himself, the scent of the teacher was driving him crazy and his wolf was not letting up.

"Mr. Jeon? Are you okay?" Mr. Kim asked as he walked out into the hall to check on the student. 

Jungkook held his breath and shook his head, backing up toward a quiet end of the hall by the stairs to the second floor. 

The worried and confused teacher slowly pursued him.

"What's wrong, your scent seems uncomfortable." 

Jungkook exhaled at that, inhaling to hold his breath again but instead getting a huge whiff from the omega professor.

Jungkook growled low as he backed up to a janitor's closet. He tried the handle and when it was unlocked he leaned forward and quickly grabbed the omega.

"MR. JEON THIS IS NOT OKAY!" 

Mr. Kim whimpered as Jungkook began scenting him. 

"You're my mate." 

Jungkook mumbled against Taehyung's scent gland. Mr. Kim pressed his hands against Jungkook's shoulders. 

"I smell that, but we're in school. You could get me fired." Jungkook shrugged, "Quit. Move in with me and I'll take you all over the world to witness the 'History of Music' yourself."

Mr. Kim gasped as Jungkook licked his neck, "Stop. Jungkook, no. As heavenly as that sounds, I can't give up my passion." Jungkook pulled away, the love struck puppy dog eyes on the alpha made Mr. Kim weak. 

"Mr. Jeon." Jungkook whined like a pup at the authoritative tone and that was all it took to get Mr. Kim to cave.

"Fine, you can scent me. No more. I-I'll go to the Dean and let him know- HHH-" Mr. Kim inhaled sharply as Jungkook pressed his massive boner against Taehyung's thigh. 

"No, no, no. Bad puppy." Jungkook growled and Mr. Kim's wolf almost instantly submitted.

He became putty in the alpha's hands, his body reacting in a way he couldn't control anymore.

Jungkook handled the omega gently, seeing as he could smell his wolf taking over. He untied the strings on his chest to pull his shirt apart and see his pretty nipples. Mr. Kim gasped as Jungkook licked, bit and sucked at the pink buds, making them swollen.

"Mr. Kim, you're so beautiful."

He whispered. "Taehyung. Call me Taehyung." Jungkook smiled.

Jungkook then picked the omega up and wrapped his legs around his waist before tugging the belt from the omega's pants. The omega shuddered under his touch, obviously new to the touch of an alpha. Jungkook tugged the omega's pants and underwear down enough to reveal his slickened hole.

"Oh, hyung." Jungkook whispered as he pulled himself free and placed his tip at Taehyung's entrance, playing with he tightening and loosening muscles.

"Jungkook." 

Taehyung moaned airily as Jungkook played with him, the alpha humming as he pushed into him. Taehyung whined and fell limp, slightly scaring Jungkook. But the omega quickly gained his strength as he came back with his wolf under control, "Jungkook we can't do this." 

But it was too late, Jungkook was already 25% buried in his tight wet muscles.

"Hyung, y-you feel so good!" He gasped as he held Taehyung's hips. Taehyung whined as he dug his nails into Jungkook's shoulders, "We shouldn't- At school-" He shuddered audibly as Jungkook thrusted into him, hitting way past his bundle of nerves, driving him crazy.

The poor omega was seeing stars.

"Jungkookie. Easy. Easy boy." Jungkook slowed down his painful thrusts and Taehyung began to work himself up and down on Jungkook's cock, already in the groove of chasing their high. Jungkook's knot just outside his rim.

Jungkook was a growling, groaning, moaning mess as Taehyung chased their release, but started to sense the fight in Jungkook.

> What Taehyung didn't know was: Jungkook was no ordinary alpha. He was the alpha made directly and only for the luna closest to the moon goddess herself. Jungkook was the Almighty Alpha, and Taehyung… Was a sleeping Albaring Omega. <

The alpha unraveled the omega's legs from around him and stood him up, his face pressed against the wall as he pushed back in. He worked himself up and wasn't thinking clearly…

"HYUNG!" Jungkook slammed into Taehyung, his knot slipping inside. Taehyung whimpered, his skin prickling as Jungkook's knot swelled and he emptied into him. 

"JUNGKOOK! YOU- AH!"

He dug his nails into the wall and crumbled the plaster. He mewled as cum spurted onto the cleaning supplies. "Bad puppy! I can't carry right now!" Tears came to Taehyung's eyes and his scent soured. 

"I-I don't know what happened. I-I wasn't in control." Tears filled Jungkook's eyes as he felt Taehyung's sadness and fear of losing his work life and ruining his reputation. 

"Hyung-, I'm so sorry! I just- I didn't know." He whimpered. Taehyung sighed as he felt his stomach stretching as Jungkook finally stopped filling him up.

Jungkook shifted to find his phone, making Taehyung whine. Jungkook apologized profusely as he continued searching for it. "What are you doing?" Taehyung hissed. "Looking for my phone. I need to call my dad." Taehyung squeaked, "WHAT?!" Jungkook sighed. 

"He's the Dean… and Pack Alpha. If anything, he can help us leave the closet." Taehyung frowned and sighed, holding himself as Jungkook held him close, dialing his dad's number.

"Appa… I need help… I knotted my professor… No dad," He sighed.

"He's my mate."

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Salacious Rubdown

KSJ x KNJ x Female Y/N

This is from our book 'Dark Desires' on Wattpad.

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“I- I’m sorry ma’am.”

The receptionist bowed repeatedly from behind his desk. You looked at him, a questioning glare on your face. “What’s wrong?” The receptionist smiled nervously, “I-It’s my first week, a-and I forgot to call you and let you know your masseuse called in.” He frowned. You raised your eyebrows, “Well, is there anyone else free today?” He jumped and typed on his computer, his mouse clicking a few times. “There’s only the Kims. But they are Tandem Masseuses…” You wrinkled your eyebrows, “What’s that?” He smiled, seemingly a little more relaxed now that you seemed curious.

“It’s where two people work on you at once, double the massage. The price won't change this time because that’s my fault, I’ll put in what you don’t pay.” He nodded his head. You shrugged and nodded, taking out your wallet and swiping your card.

“Have a seat over there and I’ll call for you when they’re ready.” You sat down on a chair, hoping this massage will go well. You adjusted your top, you decided to wear something simple for your massage as they’d make you change, a simple black cami top and dolphin shorts. You pulled your phone out as it vibrated, a message from a random number popping up. 

You locked your phone just in time to see the receptionist stand up. “They’re ready for you Y/N ssi.” You smiled and stood up, “Go in here to change into the clothes we provide, then go through the other door and lay on that table, they should be in there to direct you further.” You nodded, following his directions to the t.

You entered the small room, locking the door behind you and changed into the tube top and panties they provided.

You looked in the mirror there, slightly embarrassed of walking into a room half naked in front of strangers. You brushed it off, your face still bright red as you exited the changing room. Your eyes grew wide as you saw two tall and shirtless men, wearing only white harem pants, white towels over their shoulders while barefoot and leaning against the cabinets that lined the back wall.

The room was dimly lit with hundreds of candles lining the cabinet tops, the walls painted black and quiet ambiance in the background. “Hello, Y/N ssi. I’m Seokjin.” One with broad shoulders and plump lips spoke as he walked closer to you. Not gonna lie he kind of intimidated you, but his voice was soft and he approached slowly. 

The taller, plump lipped man spoke as Seokjin took your hand, “I’m Namjoon.” He moved from his position against the cabinet and stood beside the bed, a small bottle in his hand. “If you don’t mind, could you drink this? It helps relax your body and makes it easier for you to enjoy the experience.” You blushed harder and nodded, taking the small bottle and drinking the bitter substance inside. “W-Was that an aphrodisiac?” You asked, your eyes wide. Namjoon stuttered, “Y-Yes?” You smiled small and climbed onto the table. 

You laid down on your stomach first, finding it easier to not see the two attractive men that are about to rub your body with oils. Just the thought made a heat grow between your legs. Shut up, no. Don’t give in to the urge to ask these men to fuck you, they’re probably married anyway. You thought to yourself, trying to get the heat between your legs and the pounding in your chest to calm down.

“Do you want the oil applied by hand or straight from the bottle?” You heard Seokjin's voice ask from behind your eyelids. You thought about it for a second, It’ll probably be colder straight from the bottle, unless it’s heated. “Bottle.” A hum echoed into the room, soon enough a warm liquid drizzled over your back and down your legs simultaneously.

You held in a hum as two sets of large hands began rubbing different parts of your back side. Two hands on your shoulders and two on your right calf. You felt the hands rub up until they were right under your butt. You sighed as the other set of hands worked on the knot in your lower back. “Uh~” You covered your mouth as a moan escaped your throat when the hands that were once on your shoulders popped your lower back. You heard a couple chuckles in the air. “Stop laughing~” You whimpered. The chuckles only got louder, “Sorry, Y/N ssi.” You smiled a little at the apology.

They stopped rubbing you for a second, “Would you like me to massage your buttocks as well?” Namjoon’s voice asked. You hummed, “Y-Yes?” Another hum affirmed the action, soon a pair of hands found their way from your calves all the way to your butt. You bit your lip, your eyes open but hooded as you grew hornier and hornier at the pressure being repeatedly applied to your ass.

You smiled as you heard a hum, according to that hum, you weren’t the only one getting turned on by this. Soon the rubbing stopped, and they asked you to flip over. You flipped over slowly, thankful for the wide and covered table that made it easier. You laid on your back, Seokjin taking your hair in his hands and letting it fall over the edge of the table.

“Do you want your breasts massaged as well?” This time Seokjin asked and you nodded, hoping he’d start somewhere else first. Thankfully he did, he started with your stomach first. Namjoon stayed down by your legs, massaging your shins and thighs. You were getting lost in the relaxing massage with your eyes closing briefly.

When you opened your eyes you were restrained in medical harnesses, your legs fully bent and tied into a familiar bondage tie called “Frogtie” and your hands were restrained above you. The table you were previously laying on was now bent into a chair-like position. “You’re awake?” You heard Namjoon’s deep voice ask you. You hummed, the gag ball in your mouth preventing you from speaking. Your outfit you put on for the massage was still on your body. You looked around for them, not being able to see them as they stood behind you. “You scared?” Namjoon asked, You shook your head. “You want this?” Seokjin asked, you shrugged, causing him to break into a windshield wiper like laugh.

You felt hands rub down your biceps and onto your sides. You looked down and saw oil being poured over the cloth that kept you decent. Your nipples showed through as the cloth became fully soaked. The hands you now realized belonged to Namjoon began to rub over your breasts, his fingers swiping over your now wet nipples. “Mmm!” You whimpered as your back arched every time he rubbed over your nipples. “Sensitive aren’t you?” He hummed, his mouth close to your ear. You felt the drool dripping down your chin as he pulled your top down, taking your ear into his mouth to nibble at the lobe. He rubbed over your breasts, pinching your nipples a little before pulling away from you and untying your gag ball.

You licked your lips, watching Seokjin walk around you and squat in front of you. His dick bounced as he walked around you, excited to touch you. You hummed as his hands cupped your inner thigh, “So plump.” He said in almost a whisper. You bucked your hips as Seokjin pressed a finger to your clothed pussy. He hummed and pulled your wet panties to the side looking at your pussy in whole. “So wet for us.” Namjoon said, bending over and looking at your pussy as well.

Seokjin pressed his finger to your clit, rubbing it a few times before slowly sticking his finger inside you, “Ah~” You moaned, his finger sliding in further than you expected. “F-Fuck.” You stuttered as he began pushing in and pulling his finger out of you.

His rate sped up as he added two more fingers, fucking you with his fingers you began to whine. A long whine escaped your mouth as you jerked, cumming on Seokjin’s fingers. You were gasping for air when he sat between your legs, pushing himself into you. You bit your lip, a little blood seeping out, his dick was stretching you more than three of his fingers. He rubbed his thumb on your clit, Namjoon rubbing your nipples, you finally relaxed more and started enjoying the length and girth of his dick.

“So big~” You mewled. Namjoon smiled and turned your face to kiss him, when you kissed him, something else lit ablaze in you. He hummed into your mouth, his tongue massaging yours. You screamed into his mouth as Seokjin abruptly picked up the pace he was fucking you in, “Seokjin!” He smirked and gripped the table behind your head to slam into you harder.

Namjoon went over to Seokjin standing behind him and kissing his neck. Seokjin smiled sweetly as he slowed his pace, Namjoon trailing kisses to his mouth before locking lips with Seokjin. Seokjin smiled into the kiss as Namjoon reached down and rubbed his nipples. You clenched Seokjin which caused him to look at you, finding you watching them.

“I think she likes this.” He said, laughing before pulling out of you. You whined and wiggled your feet. Namjoon chuckled and undid your leg restraints, flipping you onto your knees. Your hands were still restrained against the table.

Namjoon pulled your panties down and off you, “Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?” You shook your head. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, “Speak to Daddy.” You bit your lip before speaking, “No, Daddy.” He smirked, “Good, because you're ours now.” You smiled, biting your lips again until Seokjin came in front of your face.

Namjoon let your hair go, “Stop biting your lip, it’s already bleeding.” Seokjin said, leaning down and licking the dribble of blood on your lip before kissing you. Your chest began to burn, not a hot or painful burn, more like an I-want-these-men-more burn. You smiled into the kiss, whining into his mouth as Namjoon pushed into you. He started slow, picking up his speed once you got comfortable.

Seokjin kept a grip on your face, not too tight, but not weak. He kept kissing you, seemingly not being able to get enough. He pulled away, listening to you pant as Namjoon slammed into you repeatedly. Seokjin smiled at your desperate face, “I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, “Holy shit.” Namjoon said, slamming into you faster. He held onto your ass like his life depended on it. “She’s gripping the fuck outta me. Fuck, it feels good~ ” He smiled and thrusted into you, cumming inside you. You smiled at the feeling of him filling you up.

Surprised at the fact that you hated the thought of your ex cumming in you but liked when this complete stranger came in you, you turned and looked at him. “Sorry, I didn’t ask if that was ok.” He said, looking defeated. You shook your head, “Thanks for the concern, but it’s fine as long as you get me a plan b.” You giggled at his shocked expression. “We’re gonna have so much fun with you babe.” Seokjin purred in your ear as you leaned against the table, Namjoon’s cum dripping down your leg.

Sweet Chilli Sauce that was 🥵🥵🥵🥵

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A Broken Facade

KTH x F/Y/N



“When your cold husband sees someone touch you inappropriately.”



This is from our book 'Dark Desires' on Wattpad.



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A cold man, your husband is.



You’ve been married for 1 year, arranged of course.



He’s been cold from the start, even about 4 months ago when his girlfriend broke up with him because of said arrangement and the fact that you two have to share a bed.





···

You stood in the kitchen, making breakfast as you reminisced about life before marriage. Your life consisted of studying, partying, and late nights working at the bar. Your dad owns a large company, and along with your husband's father, they basically own half of Daegu.



So to your father's convenience, he married you off to some stranger.



I mean, your husband is very attractive and has amazing attributes. He’s just very cold, denies anything you try to do for him- 





Speak of the Devil.





“Good morning.” You turned around, hearing the clack of your husband’s shoes. You greeted him with a smile on your face. Your apron was tied tightly around your waist as your dress for today was tucked safely behind it. “Morning.” He said, bending forward and taking a bite of the breakfast you prepared before standing and taking the hot coffee from your hands. “You have to eat more than that.” You stated, shyly.



He looked at you with a glare, “Don’t tell me what to do. Besides, I don’t have time.” He said, fixing his tie before clearing his throat. “I- Okay.” Your smile faded as you turned to the table full of dishes and began throwing them away.



Silence was heard before the door clicked open and closed. You broke down, almost falling to your knees. He never eats your food, he never acknowledges your worries and he never cares enough to say goodbye. You don't know how long you can deal with him barely acknowledging your existence.





::

7 months go by and today you celebrate your existence of 24 years.



You smile and stretch after sleeping a little late. You got out of bed and began to get dressed, “10 am. Perfect for a surprise visit to Taehyung’s office. That man never eats.” You mumbled and slipped on the short white floral button up dress your older brother got you for your last birthday. You smiled, thankful for his memory of your love for french dresses. You let your hair loose from the bun you always wear, your hair falling past your hips. You brush it and make your way to the kitchen to make lunch. You smiled at the memory of the first time your husband took a bite of your food. Although it was just one bite, it filled your heart with hope. 



You made a bento box with his favorite onigiri in the shapes of shiba inu puppies, a couple chunks of pork, and multiple vegetables. There was a small box of strawberries in there from the leftovers of his strawberry milkshake. You grabbed a water bottle for him before leaving.



The building he works in was a couple blocks down, so you decided to walk. The weather was perfect, the wind blowing slightly made a smile grow on your face as you inhaled the cool air. The white platform heels that caressed your feet clicked on the cement as you made your way to the office.

::



As you entered the building, your husband's secretary addressed you, “Hello, Mrs. Kim.” He said, bowing. You smiled warmly and bowed back, “Hello, Jungkook ssi.” He smiled and walked around his desk, escorting you to your husband’s office. 





::

Taehyung sighed, getting tired of this facade he puts on of being so cold.



Mainly to his wife.



He just hates how his heart squeezes when she’s around. Especially so soon after his break up with Hwisoo. He hated what he became around her. Finding himself becoming very creepy to his wife recently as he sneaks into her art room and watches her.



A knock at Taehyung’s door interrupted his thoughts.



“Mr. Kim?” Taehyung sighed at the voice of Jungkook. “Yes?” He asked. Jungkook gave a sly smile, “Your wife is here to see you.” Taehyung went rigid as he gave Jungkook the okay to let you in. Your tiny figure walked into the door, smiling and bowing to Jungkook before he bowed back and walked to the couch in the office.



Everything she does is fucking cute.



Taehyung found himself thinking. Your smile faded to a smaller one, it kinda hurt him, knowing that it’s because you’re in his presence.



“I brought you lunch. I made it myself.” You said in a small voice.



Do I intimidate her? Scare her?



Taehyung had to fight the urge to frown. You reach into a plastic bag after setting a glass with a lid on it down onto his desk coaster. “I made you a strawberry milkshake… You said you liked them at one point.” You mumbled. Taehyung’s heart clenched.



She paid attention to things I like, even though my heart wasn’t hers.



Taehyung stared blankly at you as you sat a tan bento box in front of him. 



As you straightened your back, Taehyung noticed your outfit and had to force his jaw to stay closed.



Her figure was shaped perfectly in that dress, the slit in the middle? And has her hair always been that long??



Taehyung’s mouth salivated. He averted his eyes to the bento box, opening the first layer. The smell of onigiri hit his nostrils as he looked at the tan utensils inside, “You made this?” He asked, now looking at the shiba inu shaped onigiri next to a small box. Taehyung opened the box and found a bunch of sliced strawberries. He fought the smile that threatened to grow on his face as he opened the last layer of the box. Inside were chunks of seared pork, and a mix of vegetables.



“Thank you. But I’m not hungry at the moment.” You gripped the plastic bag in your hand, taking out a water bottle and placing it on his other desk coaster. “Fine. I’ll go to the cafeteria before I head home. I don’t want to cook.” You said, turning on your heel and heading towards the door. You reached for the handle, sniffling before swinging the door open and slamming it.







“I know it’s not my place as your secretary. But as your best friend, Taehyung ah, that was very rude. And ugly of you. Can’t you see you’re hurting her?” Taehyung looked at him, his facade fading as he slumped in his chair.

::

You wiped your tears and made your way around the office, until realization hit-



You have no clue where the cafeteria is.



You stood still in a hallway, thinking of the layout of the building, when someone bumped into you from behind. “I’m sorry- oh.” You looked up and met eyes with an older man, between his late 30s, early 40s. He smirked as he soaked in your appearance, “My apologies, Ms…” He trailed off, you straightened your dress, “Y/N. Kim Y/N.” He smiled and stuck his hands out in front of you. He bowed after you placed your hands in his, “I’m Sichu. Kwan Sichu.” You smiled and turned to walk away.



This stranger grabbed your wrist, “Where are you headed?” You stuttered, shocked at his actions. “T- The cafeteria.” You don’t know why this short strange man scared you so much. You found yourself following him, fear causing a lump to grow in your throat, but you needed to find the cafeteria anyway.

::



···

The man walked you into a gorgeous room, it was lined with tables and chairs in eccentric setups, with vending machines and a food line being the options for food. You walked to the line, finding some nice warm options and then a seat to sit. Frankly, your anxiety was getting to you causing you to end up sitting with the only person you recognized.



The older man, Sichu.



He smiled brightly as he saw you head his way, waving you over and pulling a chair out for you. You sat in the chair as he moved to sit next to you. “Do you not know anyone here?” You shrugged at his question, “I only know three people here and they aren’t in this room at the moment.” You said, scooting to the side so you could cross your legs. He watched your dress slit expose your thighs and it made you feel extremely uncomfortable. He licked his lips and scooted his chair closer, “Ms. Y/N. Do you work here?” You shook your head, “My father and my hus-” You were cut off as Sichu placed his hand on your thigh.



You panicked and froze, internally screeching about his gross and calloused hands. “You’re so beautiful, you know?” He asked. You sat frozen, your chopsticks in one hand and a look of disgust and uncomfort sat blatantly on your face. As soon as he began to speak again, Someone sat across from you. You looked up and panicked more, Taehyung.



He’ll see this in a different way and not help me.



Your anxiety caused your chest to start tightening as it felt compressed.

::



···

You locked eyes with Taehyung, fear evident on your face. He wrinkled his eyebrows, not seeing anything wrong, initially. “Oh, Mr. Kwan. I see you’ve met Y/N?” Mr. Kwan nodded, “She needed help finding the cafeteria so I accompanied her here.” He said, a smile on his face. Then a thought had Taehyung promptly elbow his phone off the table, “Fuck.” He hissed, bending down to grab it then looking under the table to see the man's hand, creeping towards Y/N’s inner thigh. 



Something bubbled in Taehyung’s chest, “Mr. Kwan. Didn’t your parents teach you not to touch other people’s belongings?” Mr. Kwan wrinkled his eyebrows and stared at him, “Are my wife’s thighs smooth to your liking?!” He shouted, standing up and knocking his chair over. Mr Kwan’s eyes grew wide. “Wife?” Taehyung growled, “She’s my fucking WIFE!” 



Taehyung walked around the table, grabbed your wrist and pressed your body against his. Your heart beat rapidly.



Can he feel my heart against his side?



Taehyung's aura darkened as he glared at the older man, “Our contract? Fucking Void! I don’t need disgusting  people like you within my company. Old men with sticky fingers are not appreciated and will not be employed or partnered here!” Sichu pleaded with Taehyung, “Mr. Kim! Can we please talk about this?! A negotiation? Please! My company needs you!”



Taehyung practically spat in his face, “FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU SNIVELING LITTLE-” Taehyung cut himself off as he looked down at you. He looked like he was having an internal battle before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. “I need someone escorted from my building.” He spoke after pressing a single number on his dial pad. 



Taehyung hung up and stood between you and Sichu, cradling you like a child. Being this close to him lets you smell his cologne. You’ve smelled it from the room, but his personal scent mixed so well with the musky woods scent. He glared over his shoulder as the guards came and escorted Sichu from the building.

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You two stood in silence before he began walking, practically dragging you with him. Confused but too scared to protest, you followed him. 



You two got to his office and he shut the door fast, locking it behind you two, staring down at you. He rested his palms against the door as you stood pressed between him and the door. His usually cold face softened as he questioned you, “Did he hurt you?” You shook your head. He brought a hand from the door to your face, “N- No.” You stuttered at his touch, a fire bursting in your chest. “He didn’t touch you anywhere else?” You shook your head again, “No.” You blushed and leaned into his hand.



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He smiled and leaned down. His smile was so beautiful, you got so lost, you didn’t realize he kissed you. Your eyes did that weird wide open fish eye thing before kissing him back. As you kissed him, he brought his other hand to your back, pressing you against himself some more. 



“Ahem.” You jumped as Taehyung pulled away. “Jungkook!” You shouted, hiding your face in Taehyung’s chest as he moved sideways to look at Jungkook. “Sorry, Kook ah.” He said, waving him away. As Jungkook shut the door, Taehyung spoke to me, “I’m sorry.” You walked with him to his desk, the empty bento box and glass cup sat on his desk. You smiled as he sat down, pulling you to him and placing you on his lap. “I was being overly stubborn. I was still broken about how fast I was ready to move on from Hwisoo, with you. So, I suppressed it,” You sat sideways on his lap, your legs over the arm of the chair he was in.



“I hated myself for wanting to move on so fast. But something about you made me fall even harder. The fact that you constantly, even after a year of declines, continued to try and make me happy. The little things like breakfast every morning, even if you were gone, there would be breakfast waiting for me. Knowing my favorite things to do and eat, the cleaning of my room, fluffing my pillows just the way I like them, and laying my clothes out every morning. I just couldn’t help but want to be with you. But my brain tried to say otherwise.” You laid your head on his shoulder, “It’s okay Taehyung ah. I understand. Just don’t deny me anymore.” He smiled and kissed your forehead. “I promise.”



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You two stayed like that for a few minutes, him working and you just enjoying the skinship. Taehyung looked down at your body in his lap.



Dresses like these always get me off.

The way her breasts are caressed plus how her collarbone and shoulders are exposed.



Taehyung thought. She sighed and shifted on his lap.



Oh shit. No. No.



Taehyung internally panicked. He felt himself hardening. You sighed again after getting comfortable, your eyes closing. Taehyung began typing on his computer when you shifted again, “Taehyung ah.” You slightly whined, “Yes babe?” You hummed at the nickname he gave you, “Can I have a kiss?” Taehyung smiled and looked down at you, your face looking up into his.



“Mm.” He hummed, craning his neck downward to kiss you. You brought your hand to his sharp jaw, caressing it lightly as you two continued to kiss. You nipped his bottom lip, so he granted you access into his mouth. As you danced your tongue around his, he explored your mouth, little moans and groans coming from both of you. You then moved again, this time standing up and hiking your dress. You returned to his lap, now straddling him. Taehyung placed his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, continuing to plunge your tongue into his mouth. 





-Taehyung POV-

I hummed into her mouth as she began grinding her hips down onto me. “Fuck. Y/N, if you keep doing that, I can’t control what will happen next.” I spoke between small gasps as she continued to grind down on me. I groaned as she removed her arms from my shoulders and stood up. I held in my whine and just watched her. She looked back towards the door before looking at me. She leaned against the desk and slipped her arms from her dress before pushing it down.



I have never seen such perky breasts, so when they bounced as she pushed her dress down my jaw finally dropped. The dress did no justice to her body, her waist small and her hips big. Her hips were decorated with a pair of black lace panties. If I knew she was only wearing panties under there, I would’ve taken her by now.



She sighed and turned around, laying her chest onto the desk. “Fuck me, daddy.” I groaned and stood up, rushing to her. I pressed my clothed dick against her heat as I unbuttoned my shirt.



She began rubbing herself up and down my clothed dick, “Mmmm~” She said, looking back at me. I hissed, “Damn, your ass is so perfect, babydoll.” I smirked, slapping her ass as I undid my pants, pushing them and my underwear to the ground. I angled myself but before I could, she raised up, pressing her back to my chest and reaching up with her arm and pushing my head to kiss her. I smirked into the kiss.

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You reached down while Taehyung was distracted by your kiss. You grabbed his dick and pushed yourself down on it, “Haa.” You exhaled as he inhaled a hiss. You had your tongue sticking out, “I didn’t know this would feel so good.” You said, him cocking his head to the side, “Am I your first?” He asked. You chuckled with your tongue still slightly out, “Mhmm.” You said, your tongue retreating as you bit your lip. He smiled and slowly pushed you back down onto the desk. You smiled and arched your back, receiving a groan from Taehyung. He began rocking back and forth, “Damn Daddy. This feels so good.” 



Taehyung grunted and began to go faster, your ass slapping against his groin made the best sound you’ve ever heard. You let your vocal cords release a sound you’ve never made unless you hurt yourself, but this was more high pitched. Taehyung, wrapped his hand with your hair, pulling your back against him, your hair a leverage. “Fuck.” He groaned. “Your pussy is so good, babydoll.” You smiled and felt yourself clench. “Oh? You like praise huh? What about degrading?” You shrugged and he chuckled, stopping his movement to flip you on your back.



You laid your head on the desk as he pushed himself back in, “Ah-” You moaned as he began his fast pace. “Mm. Take this dick, like the good little whore you are.” He grunted as he felt you clench him again. “Yea- You’re daddy’s little whore.” You stuck your tongue out, panting like a dog. “Say it.” He said, breathing fast. “I’m- Nng! Daddy’s little, Haa- whore.” Taehyung groaned and his pace went even faster. He pushed your thighs up and picked his leg up into his chair and began to slam into you not faster, but deeper. 



You grabbed your lower stomach, “Can I cum Daddy?” You found yourself asking. He nodded, “Let me cum in you.” You nodded in return, “Daddy’s little whore wants Daddy’s cum in me.” You said in third person, just letting the words fly out of your mouth as you two chased your highs. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” You said, “Me too, babydoll. Cum on Daddy’s dick.” He said, laying down on top of you, planting a kiss on your lips.



As soon as your lips locked, you both came. You dragged your nails up his back and he shivered, emptying out in you, “Daddy's whore feels so full.” You said as you let him go when he pulled out. “Shit.” He said, reaching over and grabbing the phone on his desk. “Jungkook ah. Have the janitors come in after we leave..” He inhaled, “You might not want to come in here.” He chuckled at whatever Jungkook said and hung up. 



“Come on babydoll. Round two at home.” He said, pulling wipes out of his desk and handing you your dress.

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I really liked this one lol. It's one of my favorites. - R

Should we keep putting pics, gifs, and vids like this? - A

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Is it just me or does the snapchat notif sound like the intro to Cocomelon?