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JEON JUNGKOOK SMUT

Jungkook was your family friend, son of your dad's biggest business ally. Both your families have known each other for years. You both met at every family dinner, festival gathering and parties. But all you both did was bicker with each other.

It all started when your dad made you meet him for the first time when he was eighteen and already helping in his dad's business but you were a spoiled brat. You spent your dad's money and did all the stuff you loved, and he was doing his business major while you did not want to do business, and chose the line for fashion. Your mom, dad did not like it. And Jungkook teased you about it.

You both started fighting over every little thing. He teased you about your stupid exes and he ate your favourite dish and finished it at a family dinner just to irritate you. He untied his dog in front of you knowing that you're scared of dogs and laughed while you screamed on top of your lungs as the dog did nothing but chase you around his garden.

It all made you hate him, so much that you always go against him in every situation and find ways to piss him off. Like spilling soup on his favourite sweatshirt and saying it was a mistake in front of the whole family. Prank calling him with your college besties and irritating him. Driving his car that he loved to death and scratching it against a wall, by mistake obviously. He hated you too.

But now you're stuck at a dinner not only with your families but other businessmen who your dads knew. And you were sitting beside Jungkook on the couch in the restaurant. You both were sitting close to each other and couldn't even shift away because other people sat there too. It felt like a big conference meeting instead of a family dinner.

You were supposed to be acting civilized because there were important people on the dinner table and your mom had warned you not to bicker with Jungkook or create any scene. Jungkook was probably given the same instructions because he was quietly sitting there.

The table was covered with a beautiful patterned sheet and dining. You put your elbows to the table as you heard everyone talk and you too laughed at their jokes. Jungkook sat there folding his hands over the table and he looked at you as you laughed.

"She laughs like a mare" Jungkook whispered to himself and chuckled wryly but you heard it and shot him a glare. But you looked away as you noticed your mom's eyes on you. And you ignored him. After a few seconds, his shoes landed on your feet as you wore heels and your toes got pressed and hurt under his heavy shoes. "What the-" you whisper yelled but stopped yourself gritting your teeth. But everyone was busy talking among themselves.

"Sorry, it was a mistake." He mumbled. "You'd never miss a chance to piss me off." You said. "No." He got on your nerves. Your toes still hurt with stinging pain and you lose calm. You poured a glass of water in front of you and dropped the glass on the table, the water fell over Jungkook's jeans and the rest on his shoes. "Oh, sorry, it was a mistake." You say as everyone paused and looked at you both. You gave him a fake smile and he returned with a chuckle. "Gwenchana!" He smiled. As everyone looked away he gritted his teeth and you both shared a fuming glare.

He got up and excused himself to go to the washroom and you bite back a smile. He shot you a side eye as he went. Later, he came back, his jeans had dried from the water but the wet stain still remained. "Looks like you wet your pants, jungkookie" You mumbled, chuckling a bit as he sat again next to you.

"Stop making fun." "Who started?" You glare back. "I just said the fact, that's how you laugh like a mare. And shoe one was a mistake, I apologised too." He said.

"I don't think it was a mistake. And your apology was fake, just like you." You bicker slowly so no one hears. "How to apologise then for real?" "By looking sincere, getting on your knees and rubbing your nose at my feet." You said.

"Do I look sincere now?" He made a puppy face, hella cute but it can't fool you. "No." You said. And he dropped his fork that was kept on the table. The starters were there and everyone was busy eating them or sipping soup. "Oops!" He exclaimed and slid under the table. He was on his knees. He tapped at your feet and you got a little startled.

You peep under the table and he sat there kneeling down and bending so his head doesn't hit the table. "What are you doing?" "I'm on my knees." He said, again with a puppy face. "Get out." You grit your teeth. "You don't want my nose to rub at your feet?" He asked. "NO! Get out!" You whisper yelled.

You wore a dark red, short dress that went a little up from your knees. You pulled it slightly down as he sat under the table. Next moment he picked up the fork and placed a hand on your thighs as support to get out from the table and you stare awkwardly at him.

The dinner was soon on the table and you begin to serve yourself from the bigger plate. "Serve me too." He said as you had a plate of sushi. "Help yourself." You said keeping it on the table. "No, you do it." He practically commanded.

"Jeon Jungkook, you don't have hands?" You mocked. "I do.." he said placing one hand on your bare knee as your dress was above it, and he dug his tiny nails on your skin, "but I want you to serve me the sushi." You did not want to create a scene as his hand pressed on on knee under the table so you did as he said, placing the sushi on his plate.

"Pour me some water." He said after sometime. "Stop ordering me around." You grit your teeth. "You're not gonna create a scene here and I'm just having fun for tonight, the rest of the time you act like a whining goat."

"You want fun? I'll give you the fun." You said still in a mocking tone. He arched an eyebrow but you said nothing. After a moment as he moved his hand to grab the water, you placed it away. Then you took the last sushi which he had wanted from long. Then you stomp his foot under your heels and he groaned. Everyone asked what happened he just said that the noodles were too hot and then looked at you, you were smirking. You continued to crush his feet under your heels and his white shoes got dirty as well. He looked at them and got furious.

He placed his left hand on your right thighs and grabbed you tightly. "Behave yourself, you understand?" "Or what?" You ask though you were not so confident. "Don't provoke me, girl." He said. "You're a dick." You whisper but he heard.

The next moment he slid his hand through the hem of your dress to your inner thighs and pinched you there. You whimpered slowly. The act was covered under the table. "You want it? My dick, don't you?" He asked whispering in your ear. "What the fuck you're saying and doing? Get your hand off me." Your conversation went in whispers.

You held his wrist as he slid his hand more towards inside and he caught you all wet, dripping through the fabric of your panties and his eyes widened. There was food in your mouth and you coughed and drank water. Everyone's attention was towards you for a while but he did not remove his hand. He started rubbing you instead. And you clenched your thighs trying to move his hand away but he's stronger than you.

"Jungkook, stop!" You whisper. "Your pussy doesn't agree with your words." He said as he rubbed you and your wetness continued to drip through your panties. "Get up, just a little." "Why?" You ask. "Just get your ass up!" He ordered in whispers. And you act like you're taking something from the table and move your hips up.

He grabbed the elastic band from the side and at once, pulled it down. You widened your eyes in shock and looked at him, sitting right back at your seat. He takes your panties completely off as it falls on the floor. He drops a spoon and bends to take it. He grabs your panties and keeps them inside the pocket of his jacket.

"Jungkook- ah." A sigh leaves your mouth as he shoves his hand again between your thighs parting them away. He rubs your naked clit and you can do nothing but bite back your moans and whimpering. He slides one finger inside you and you sit with a mouth full of noodles chewing them, to act normal.

"Mmhph-" you finally let out a sound. "It's delicious" you faked a smile towards the girl, who's daughter of Mr Lee, one of the business allies of your dad who sat just across you. The others again continued to talk as the dinner was done, still everyone remained seated. And Jungkook's hand did not move away from your pussy. He thrusted inside you with two fingers and you held the table clenching your fists for your dear life and purse your lips so as not to make a sound.

The conversions and the chatter was an exaggeration. Everyone just blabbered even though dinner was done. "Mom, dad. Y/n is not feeling well, should I drop her home in my car? As you all are probably gonna take some more time for the dinner." He asked.

"Oh, sure, if she's not well, drop her home. We might be late."

"Who's unwell?" Your mom dad heard too. "Y/n. Right y/n?" He gestured you to say yes with his eyes piercing through your soul. You nodded to your mom dad. "Yes, I'm feeling sick. I gotta go home." You said. "Oh darling, then go, Jungkook will drop you." Your mom said.

They trusted Jungkook very much and since their family knew yours since years, the trust had built so strong that they'd be at ease, leaving you with Jungkook alone, even for the whole night.

He had moved his hand away, it was so wet but he took his to his mouth and licked his two fingers he used to thrust you like he's savouring the last drop of a very delicious dish. This slutty man whore.

"Let's go." He grabbed your hand and took you to the lift of the restaurant. It was on 13th floor. The lift door cloosed and he pinned you to the wall of the lift, pressing the button to the underground parking. The lift took a little time to move down so many floors but you resisted him thinking someone might enter. And it happened.

The lift stopped at 6th or something floor and you pushed Jungkook away from you. He stood straight. Someone entered in the lift and it closed and went down to the parking. He looked at you all the while smirking at the way you stood, clenching your thights and pulling down your dress, cause your panties rested in his pocket.

Finally you both get out and he took you to his car and started the engine, he took his car out the parking and into the roads. He drove a little away from the posh area of the city. Yours and his mansion was far away from the main city and so on the way it was usually the woods and empty highway roads. He took the car there and pulled over on the side of an empty road.

"Get to the backseat!" He ordered. And you do so from the middle space of the driver's and passenger's seat, you jump back on the backseat of his car. There was enough space in his Mercedes. He locked the car from the inside completely. The windows were tinted, so no one can see what's going on inside.

He came back too and grabbed your waist and began to kiss you. Like a wild beast, like he's been starved forever. And both of yours lips moved in rhythm as he played an r&b music in the car. He sucked on your lower lip and you nibbled on his upper one. Your tongues fight with each other for dominance but he wins pinning you down the seat.

He placed his knee in between your legs and does them apart. You moan and whimper just with his kisses. "You can scream as you want darling, no one can hear you except me."

"Jungkook.. you.. what are you doing?" You ask breathing heavily. He moved his hand up your thighs again and rubs you and thrusts you all over again and you moan loudly.

"Is it not clear what I am doing?" He thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, two of them. In and out, back and forth, deep and on surface again and again.

"But.. we're... we are enemies." You said. "You crossed that threshold tonight, darling. And as much as I hate you, I want to fuck you senselessly in this car right here. So bad that you can't move until monday." He said. It was a friday night.

"I hate you, asshole." You say out loud. "but you want this don't you?" He asks. You say nothing. "Tell me or I won't touch you again. I will drive you back home and drop you there alone for the rest of the night."

"No. No. Please. I mean. Do it. I want it." You speak. "Say clearly babe. What do I do? What do you want?" He asked.

"Fuck me. I want you to-" he cut you off as he kissed you hard attacking you with his tongue.

His hand one on your neck, held your face and the other inside your pussy. He sat up on his knees after a few seconds. "Unbutton my jeans and undo the zipper." He said. You did so. And his big, huge crotch that was suffocating beneath the denims bulged out. "Pull it down." You pulled the jeans along with his underwear down and you gasped at his big erection. You place your hands on your mouth.

He chuckled loudly. "Are you scared babygirl?" He asked in his hoarse voice coming near you in your neck.

"No." You say out of fake confidence. "You can take it? Right?" You gulp down looking at his dick again.

"Yes." You say. He lands in a kiss again .He pulls your dress off of you and unclasps your bra in one go. And gets on top of you, body over body. "Spread your legs, wider." He said grabbing your thigh and you do so. He rubbed the tip of his erection on your cunt but does not put it in, teasing you. Then he chuckles like an idiot when you throw you roll your eyes. He keeps teasing you, grinding himself on your thighs but not doing what needs to be done.

"Just put it in and fuck me, will you?" You said out of frustration. "Desperate enough?" He asks, smirking. You scoff. "Say, please." "No.." you glare into his eyes. "Then I won't -"

You cut him off begging him and holding his length in your hand trying to get it inside. "Please.. please just do it!"

"Good girl." He smiles and thrusts it inside you, in one go. He pushes in deeper and then takes it back slowly, "You're on birth control, aren't you?" He asked. "Yes!"

"Okay, tell me if it's too fast or too rough." He says and then catches up a pace thrusting in you, and moves faster and faster as you moan. "Is it okay or should I go slower?" He asks. "Jusk keep going, ah..!" You request.

The car shakes as he keeps grinding his hips, diving in deeper inside you and despite the music the slick sounds of your moans fill the car. You're lying there, a beautiful mess that he created.

"Grab the hand door handle. It's locked safely." He says, turning you around so he can fuck you from behind and you arch you back and grab the hand door as he slides inside you from the back. "Aaah! Jungkook- I.. I'm gonna.." you manage to speak between your heavy breaths.

"You're gonna ruin my back seat, aren't you sweetheart?" He asks. "That's what you care about?" You turn your head and shot him a look while he thrusts in deeper. He grabs your breasts and pulls you back towards him, tossing you over his dick, hitting you deep inside your spot. And you moan loudly.

"No baby, I care deeply about your pleasure, so deep..." He groaned. He holds your breast with his one arm and slides the other one down to rub your clit as he keeps thrusting you and finally you feel trembles all over your body and let out a series of moans. And you came all over him, your wetness oozing out and dripping all over his dick and the backseat.

"Fuck!" He grunts. He archs your back, pushing you down on the seat as you take support from your hands. And finally after a couple more thrusts he lets out his release inside you. And it trickled from your cunt making your inner thighs soaked and ruining the backseat. He finally groans and lays back to the opposite hand door and you too, lay back on the seat letting out a sigh.

He looks at you, completely messy, with hair falling all over your face and your body covered in sweat and his cum. And he chuckled softly. "What?" You ask. "Look at you. So messy, so ruined. Guess I found a way for every time you piss me off or argue with me and cause trouble. I would've fucked you right there at restraunt in front of everyone but it would be indecent." He said.

"You were fucking me with your fingers disguised from everyone, there at the table. You know how hard it was for me to control my moans?" You whined.

"But you were so wet for me baby, how could I not. Will you argue with me in front of everyone now?"

"Yes, I will. What makes you think I won't piss you off?"

"Haven't you learnt your lesson?" He asked.

"No." You deny.

"Let me take you to my mansion. The other one, where no one else is there."

"What about our mom and dad?"

"They trust me with you so much, I'll tell them I took you out for a little drive."

"And look at what you're doing"

"You wanted it too."

After series of teasing and mocking, she puts on her dress and he too wears his jeans as he drives to his mansion taking her with him. He called their mom and dad to inform them and tell them that he's taking her out as she wasn't feeling good and she's safe with him.

"Next time, think before you piss me off. I won't care where we are, at a party, at family dinner, in public event. I will have my way with you."

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You post thirst traps on social media hiding your face, and sext strangers, and he views it all from his anonymous account. But what you both didn't know was you were in the same college. Suddenly, he realises it as he notices details about you. And he recognises you and is totally shocked.

Y/n's pov;

I've been single for a long time now. Dating is so complicated. The last time I dated a guy was three years ago. It was a year long relationship that ended in nothing but a heartache and tears. I was done with dating. I didn't want another complicated relationship. I had developed commitment issues because of my past relationships. So, I decided on not dating anyone.

Anyway, I still wanted attention. I will not lie. I felt the need. So I created an account on instagram. It had a weird username so none of my in real life people recognise me. I posted a picture without my face, wearing a sexy top, that hugged me tight, showing off my curves. A few people followed me, mostly creepy guys. You know how it is. They go crazy. And start dming you all at once.

I saw my message requests as they were bombarded with texts with just a few pictures that I had posted. I replied to ones I found a little appropriate, not creepy. But then they asked for more, they asked to meet me and my information like my contact number. So I blocked them or ghosted them.

I did not want to have sex, not with some random guy from my social media. I did all of it for attention. I was loving it. I posted a picture with my red lace bra and my dms were flooded. I talked a little to a few guys. I had this pattern, I ghosted them as soon as they began to sound like a creep.

No one knows about this. This side of me. Not my besties. None of my friends. The day they get to know about it, it's over for me. Because in reality, I'm a really shy girl. Introvert. I had this image. But the pictures I had posted on that account, were questionable for someone like me. I was shameless there. Like for public entertainment. But I got what I wanted. Attention. And I got to show off my body. It was too sexy to keep it disguised. At least some guys could see and jerk off and sleep peacefully at night because of me. Right? I was just doing social work.

One night, it was insufferable. I needed someone to talk. But most guys in my dms were creeps. I didn't want to talk to them. I went a little too far as I tried to click a perfect semi nude. I wore panties that barely covered my ass. And I slid off the straps of my bra, it showed the most of my cleavage. And I clicked pictures, showing off my ass and then my cleavage. I pressed my boobs from the side of my arms to make them look more perfect and show off the cleavage more. And then I posted it on my story.

I was hopeless. There were only creeps. I checked every other dm, disappointed. Then, there was this anonymous account, it said, "Your body is beautiful." I looked at it and smiled. "Don't flatter me. There's no need." I replied. "I'm not flattering you, it's the truth. I think women's bodies are a piece of art crafted by god and yours is one of the perfect ones." The text read.

"Woah, woah. What do you want? Nudes? Sex?" I asked. "No. I don't want any of that, unless of course, you are comfortable." He texted. "Are you for real? Are you a guy?" "Yep, I'm a real person, a guy."

"Can you please... help me. I need someone." I said finally out of desperation. "Tell me." He said. "Send me your video, while masturbating" "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes" I replied. I took off my bra and clicked a picture of my boobs while holding them with one arm and sent it to him after contemplating. "Damn, they're gorgeous." He texted.

His choice of words swooned me. Even if it was a facade. Maybe he's trying to impress me so he can fuck me in real. But it made me feel things. I was fucking wet already and then he sent me a video. His veiny hands, holding his dick, jerking it then going faster. I imagined it inside of me with every thrust he made by his own hand. His dick was leaking precum. And I was so wet. I shoved my finger inside me and paced it back and forth to get some satisfaction.

I felt a wave of tremble and my fingers were sticky with all the release. "Did it help?" He asked. "It did" I said but I needed him so badly. I needed that dick inside me. "Then sleep well, beautiful <3." He texted. My eyes were widened. It was sweet but, why would he text me like I'm his girlfriend. I was just a random stranger.

I logged off my account and decided I'd not open it. But a couple nights later again, I felt irritated with all the tension. I wanted a release. So I logged in. I tried not to text that guy. But everyone else was stupid, creep, asshole. "Hey" I texted. After a few minutes, he texted back, "Hi! How are you?" I told him I'm fine. "Can I help you with something?" "You already know." I replied. And then he understood.

Sexting with him was, so satisfying. He knew exactly what to say. It made me turn on even more. "I'll trail kisses from your neck to your shoulders. I'll paint you like a canvas with my tongue." He sexted in poetry, I was amazed.

Jimin's pov;

As I was pacing through the campus to reach the hallway, I bumped into a girl. All her pages fell down and got scattered on the ground. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," she said and began to pick it up. I bent on my knees to help her too. She was really polite, someone else would be arguing with me that I was running around..

For a brief moment my hand touched with hers... And I viewed it closely. I felt like I had seen those hands somewhere. I looked at her face, but I didn't know her. She looked into my eyes and then said, "Thank you."

"What for?" I asked. "For helping me, in picking all this mess up." "Oh, no worries, it was my fault anyway." I said. "It's okay." She said again and then went on her way. I looked at her from behind. Shoulder length hair. She wore a top and a skin fit jeans. She walked away and I went my way.

..

"Hey" she had texted. The girl from that account. "Can I help you with something?" I asked. "You already know."

I had controlled myself for a long time. Once, when I was in high school, I dated a lot of girls. They'd also get into bed with me and have sex. But as soon as they got a guy better than me, they'd leave. I don't usually say this for women, but some of my exes were bitches. Especially the last one, she took me to bed herself and later blamed me that I manipulated her into sex. She did so when I caught her cheating with someone else.

I had this anonymous account because I wanted to have zero social media presence. I did not want to add some stupid people to see what's going on in my life. When I came across this account of a girl, she posted her thirst traps. I was really intrigued. Although she intentionally posted pictures where she showed her curves and her cleavage but I couldn't help but notice every detail. The little moles she had. One on her collarbone. It was beautiful. She had a scar, on her left thigh, did she hurt herself?! I did not ask, it would be too personal.

I had texted her earlier complimenting her body because I couldn't hold back. Sure, I was jerking off every other night seeing her pictures. I was curious, how beautiful would she be in real. How her face would look like? If her body was so beautiful. I wanted to hear her moans. How would it be to fuck her?

...

I was climbing the stairs of college one day as a girl was descending and suddenly on the last step she lost balance and she fell down. If I had stood close enough I would have held her. But she fell and her skirt slid up her thighs. I'm not the one to peep like a shameless creepy guy. But what caught my attention was the scar on her thighs. I shook my head to come to my senses and held out a hand to her.

Her hand felt so soft, like a touch of a blanket in winter. She got up and straightened her skirt. "Thank you.. I.." she hesitated feeling embarrassed. "It's okay, it happens, don't be so worried. No one else saw!" I assured her. Then she smiled hesitatingly and went away. I looked at her as she walked away. Was she..? No, she is so shy and quiet. She can't be her. Its paradoxical.

...

"I want to ride you. Fucked by you from behind. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk." She was wilding. Our sexting had reached another level. Whenever she felt the need, she texted me and I was there for her. We imagined the filthiest scenarios and our imaginations were wild. We sometimes even got close. I asked her when she sent the picture of her ass, she told me she had those scars from harming herself. She told me her ex used her to get nudes and sex and then left her. I shared with her my story. We practically knew each other's worse secrets. But we did not know each other.

...

One day, as everyone was preparing for the college fest, students were gathered. It was a compulsion to take part in one thing or the other. So, I took part in a dance. It was supposed to be a pair dance with 5 pairs. There were other girls too, so we were told to choose a partner from participants. There was this girl I knew. We had bumped into each other twice. I chose her as my dance partner. We began to practice as the dance instructor told us to do.

I held her waist for a step and she rested her hand on my shoulder. She wore a top and it revealed a little bit of her collarbone. I saw a ... mole. What the fuck?! "What's your name?" I asked casually, smiling. "y/n, and you.." "Jimin Park." I told. I shouldn't do this. But I peeked through the gap on the neck of her top, and noticed another freckle on her cleavage, at the exact same spot. I moved away my gaze instantly. She. Is. Her.

The girl I've been sexting with. It's her. I noticed her face. More beautiful than I ever imagined. Her voice sweet like honey. I imagined her completely. From the pictures she had sent me. I imagined her under me, moaning in that sweet voice of hers. I controlled myself. As I still danced with her.

"Can you say my name?" I asked. "What?" "I want to see if you pronounce it correctly." I said. "Umm.. Jimin, right? Jimin!" She said. I wanted her to scream it louder. "Right!" I said.

...

I held myself back too much, knowing it was her, everyday we practiced dance and every night she'd say filthy things to me in the chat. She wanted to be fucked so badly yet in real she hid behind that mask of innocence. I'm not saying she wasn't innocent. But I knew her behind that shy girl demeanor. She was wild.

The fest happened. The dance practice sessions were over. We did not meet much in college after the fest. Not like we used to while practicing dance. When I placed my hands on her waist and imagined her naked in front of me like in her pictures. I knew every detail of her body. Her freckles, her marks, her curves, everything.

One night, after a couple days, as she was busy with exams, she texted. "I'm sorry I was MIA for a while." She texted at midnight. "That's alright, you must be busy." I said. "Yes." She said. "Exams over?" I asked, unconsciously. "How do you know about my exams?" She asked back. Fuck. "Who are you??" She asked. "Do you know me?" A series of texts.

"I know you pretty well, you've shared a lot about yourself." I said. "No, I did not tell you about my exams. Who are you?" She texts. "I'm someone, who knows you. In real and virtual. From your shy personality to your wildest dreams."

She freaked out. She stopped texting. And a few moments later, I was blocked. What the fuck? We had talked so much, and sexted so many times, now that I tell her I exist in reality, she blocked me. I had her pictures saved. I saw them for a while. Then in frustration I threw my phone on the side of bed.

...

I paced my steps, looking for her all around the campus. I searched so many places but she wasn't there. Finally I saw her in a classroom. Putting her head down. I went inside the class and sat near her. "y/n?" I asked. She jerked up. Her eyes widened and she was terrified. But as she saw me her expressions calmed. "Oh, Jimin. You." She said.

"Yes, me." I said. "I thought it was someone else." She said. "Who could it be?" "Um.. no one." "Then why are you so scared and terrified?"

"I-" She was going to say something when I placed my finger on her lips. "Do you not recognise me?" I asked. "What?" She looked confused. I showed her my other hand, flexing it. "This hand, do you recognise it?" I asked. Her eyes widened with each breath as she noticed my veiny hands.

"You dream of it every night, these fingers, you dream of them inside of you..." She heaved, her heartbeats heavy. She couldn't breathe. She got up and hurried out of the class. I followed her. Calling out her name in the hallways. She dashed across the campus. I ran up to her and held her wrists and pinned her against the wall of the auditorium. Our voices faintly echoed as we spoke because of the huge space.

"Why are you running away from me? Didn't you say that you want me?" I asked. "I..I.. never imagined, you were.. really."

"You have driven me crazy with your fantasies. And I want to fulfill each one of them, darling." I said. "Wh.. I ... Jimin."

"Stop the act. I know who you are. I have seen you behind this facade." I said.

"Jimin, I'm not the kind of girl... that's not me." She mumbled.

"Babygirl, don't be ashamed of your desires. It's not a bad thing. I know you. I know about your scars, your freckles, each line of your body. And I know you want this. Just tell me once. I'll give you everything you want. In every way you like it. Don't hold yourself back anymore." I said, cupping her face as she looked into my eyes.

"I.. want you to-" she was about to say when I crashed my lips with hers and began kissing her, biting her lips, shoving my tongue in her mouth. "Wa-..wait.. is this the right place?" She asked.

"How about, I take you to my mansion? There's no one else there, my mom dad have gone for a trip." I said. "your mansion?" Confusion etched on her face in indecisiveness. "Do you trust me?" I asked "Y..Yes. I trust you." She said. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to my car.

...

As she sat in the passenger seat I drove off the campus and I drove in speed. "Slow down, baby." She said. "I thought you liked it fast" I joked. She hit me playfully. As I parked my car outside my mansion. I looked at her finally, biting my lower lip in anticipation. Weeks and months of just imagining and dreaming.

Her gaze met mine and then dipped to my lips. I instantly grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Devouring her, like her lips were my favourite ice cream. I licked her, sucked her lips. She gasped as she tried to kiss me the same way. She moved her velvety lips against mine and I melted.

"Are we gonna do it in the car?"she asked.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold myself back!" I said and she chuckled lightly which made my heart tickle. I got out of the car and pulled her out of the seat and into my arms. Slamming the door with my feet as I kicked it. I held her up in my arms. And rushed to my bedroom which was luckily downstairs. I rushed across the hall into my bedroom, I dropped her on the fluffy mattress of my bed and locked the door. No one was home, but just in case.

I want back to her after locking the door. She looked straight at me, laying down as I had placed her, hands on the sides. She put her legs close together joining them.

She wore a skirt, black stockings, and a shirt on top. It was sexy. But it needed to go. I held both her knees as she had her legs joined, and did them apart. Spreading her legs open. I yanked up her skirt, and put my hand over the thin fabric of her panties. I laid on top of her, kissing her, mixing her saliva with mine. My tongue practically fucked her mouth.

She fought for dominance but I kissed her hard. Then I moved down to her neck. Unbuttoning her shirt all the way down, I removed it from her taking off it's sleeves. She wore her red lace bra. "This is my favourite." I said as I kissed over her cleavage. Biting her nipples from over the fabric of her bra. While I made circular motion with my fingers on her clit and she was dripping wet already. She moaned and gasped as I moved my fingers slowly and then I slid down her panties and shoved my fingers in her pretty little cunt. I stroked her with my fingers as she moaned.

I paced them back and forth inside of her until they were soaking in her juices. I licked my fingers to taste her. And then put them in her mouth. "you're delicious, I can have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert." I said. And went down on her as I put my thumb in her mouth. And undoing her bra from the other hand in a second. She gasped. "Are you impressed with my skills, love?" "Hmphh!" She said with my thumb inside her mouth.

I licked her pussy moving my tongue and trying to devour her, putting it in as long as it can go, I tasted her. Her reactions drove me crazy as she moaned and breathed heavily. She shrieked when I put her clit between my teeth gently.

I went back up and kissed her hard. "Taste yourself, you filthy little girl." She chuckled. "How do you want it?" I asked. "Do I have to tell you?" She arched an eyebrow.

I scoffed. I knew her wildest fantasies. I knew how she liked it. I undid my jeans and she gazed at my dick shamelessly. I took her hand and placed it on my dick. "Feel it. How you said you wanted to hold it and do the things to me as I sent you the video?" I teased. She moved her hand and lashed it against my dick. I moved her hand and laid on top of her grazing her thighs with my dick. "Just... fuck me!" She said.

And I put it inside her. Slowly moving it at first and then increase the pace. I held her wrists to the sides. I watched her face, burning red, so flushed like a cherry. She was a smoking mess that I had created. I stroked back and forth faster, each time earning a moan from her.

"Say my name, love!" I said.

"Jimin! Jimin..Jim- Ahh!" I chuckled.. I couldn't help. It was so hot as she said, my name sounded like a melody.

"Do you want to ride?" I asked. She nodded with half lidded eyes. Sweating all over her neck and forehead. I laid down, and held her so she could get on top of me. I had wrecked her so bad. She got on top of me, I held her waist and she put her hands back on my thighs as I lifted them a little for her. She rode my dick, moving up and down as it pierced the insides of her. She moaned loudly. If I had neighbours, they'd surely enjoy.

"Jimin.." She mumbled and she brought her face down over mine. "I... I have fallen. In love. With you. I want you."

"I love you. Y/n. I want you all to myself. You are mine. You don't have to ask, I'll fulfill all your wildest fantasies. And no other man, could touch you like I do. They'll not see you like this. You're mine to fuck, mine to ruin and mine to love. All your scars, all your freckles, all your curves, mine to kiss and to touch."

"I love you baby. I promise. I'm all yours. Every inch of me. I belong to you. Take me as you want. I'm shameless. I'll be on my knees for you. I'll scream your name while you take me. Take me, completely."

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LET ME LOVE YOU~ gracewritesfics

A Park Jimin fanfiction (available on Wattpad~ gracewritesfics)

Genre~ college romance, soft, fluff.

Chapter 1 (word count -1113)

Third person POV;

The rust coloured leaves fell slowly and lulled on the ground. but the laziest of the mornings felt like a hustle bustle at the uni.

People sat or stood in groups and chatted, laughed and gossiped. A black Porsche drove into the campus and everyone's eyes turned to it.

As it pulled over the parking space everyone continued with their chatters but only this time it was about a certain someone, who, the next moment got out of the car and locked the door behind.

He walked across the campus, in his Levi's, a garden medley shade of sweater and gucci shoes with a little heel.  five eight plus some inches of pure beauty.

Most men were handsome but Park Jimin was beautiful, carved by Aphrodite herself. He was one of the finest guy on the campus, so most girls started acting up as they saw him.

"Oh, damn sorry, I wasn't looking," a girl apologized after she had intentionally bumped into him, walking like she was several shots down.

"It's okay," Jimin replied with a curve on his lips, a smile that could make someone melt like a burning wax candle. Despite being the popular, rich guy, he was the sweetest.

"Heyo!" he gave a hi five to his best friend, Jungkook as he sat opposite to him. "sup bro?" Jungkook asked.

"All good, where's Jen?"  questioned Jimin. "She went to the cafeteria to get some coffee," Jungkook told. "Oh, classic Jen, she can't do morning lectures without a coffee" Jimin chuckled.

Jungkook, Jimin and Jennie were a trio. They were best friends since middle school. The J cube or the three musketeers. They've been friends for a long time.  

All the girls in college thought that one of the guys were probably dating Jennie but that was pure bullshit because they were just platonic friends.  

"Guys it's nine five, class starts in ten minutes," Jennie reminded them as she came back with her coffee. "Yeah let's go!"  It took a while to reach the classroom upstairs from the ground. 

They walked together talking about stuff. They always made plans together, to go to cafes, or lunch, or travel. Jennie loved to keep up with the gossip so she always filled in.

It had only been a week in uni, so they did not know much people there and they sticked together most of the time. Also, they were kinda opposite of each other;

Jimin was way too friendly and sweet, most girls mistook his kindness and thought that he liked them. He was a flirt though, he could swoon anyone over his smile and words, but he could never break a heart.

Jennie was crazy. She was a heartbreaker, not literally though. But she was full of life, she recklessly dated guys, made mistakes, saying that these are the years to have the most fun. Well, right now, she was single, cause she broke up with her old boyfriend from high school.

Jungkook did not date, anymore. He once dated a girl in junior high school,  she broke his heart. He was exhausted, because  when he loved, he loved unconditionally, passionately and madly and no one deserved that. Especially not the girls who threw themselves on him just cause he was popular and hot. So he was not into dating as of now. 

Walking up the stairs, Jennie was ahead of them both and she had to turn again and again to talk. She walked ahead with her face turned backwards when she bumped into someone and almost tripped but he caught her hand. All the books and pages, files, scattered on the stairs.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "u-uh yeah I'm fine," she replied, her eyes not moving away from his. "I'm sorry," he said and bent down to pick up all the scattered stuff. "Aniyo, it was my fault, I wasn't watching." "It's cool." he smiled.

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other and smirked. Something cooked here and they knew already.

When both were done picking up their stuff Jennie held out a hand and greeted, "I'm Jennie btw, and you?"

"I'm Taehyung, nice to meet you!" they both shook their hands.

"I thought we had a class" Jungkook interrupted. "oh..oh, yeah, will see you around then!" she told Taehyung and they went separate ways. 

"Will see you around then...hmm" jungkook imitated her in a comic way to tease her.. She just showed a middle finger.  

"We must tell the poor boy to stay beware, right Jimin?!" Jungkook teased. "Yeah we should," Jimin laughed. "seriously Jimmy? You too?" Jennie gave an eye roll.

With their banter they got into the class.  The seats were full by the time they reached, after a little quarrel, Jungkook and Jennie sat together in the last rows, and Jimin sat next to a girl who was sitting alone in a corner seat in the last looking out of the window. Even when he sat there, she didn't notice.

Jimin was quiet, he did not want to take her out of the world she was lost in and disturb her.

The professor entered the class and began teaching. She watched him for a while and acted like she was taking notes like everyone else in the class but she was rather sketching.

Jimin looked at it for a while trying to figure it out. She drew a girl in the woods, with flowers adorned in her hair, it was a work of art during a business class. 

Jimin couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, which she noticed and turned the page to hide the sketch but what for? 'Cause he already saw it.

When the professor was gone, he turned his face to her slightly. "Can i borrow your notes?" He asked.

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. obviously she knew he was teasing cause she made no notes, she was just drawing.

"They were very informative." He smiled.

"Are you making fun of me?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Nope, not at all. I think it was a work of art," he emphasized the last three words.

"You're kidding me." she said.

"No, really, you're good at it, it's a compliment!"

"Thanks, I'll take it." She replied.

"I'm Jimin, by the way, Park Jimin."

"I'm Grace Song."

"That's a beautiful name!" He smiled.

"Thank you, Jimin."

"Hey, man, let's go to the cafeteria, I'm hungry!" Jungkook called Jimin from the other seat.

"Yeah, and I need more coffee!" Jennie said.

Jimin got up and went with them and had no chance of taking a look back at Grace, and got busy in her conversations with his friends.

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"they're gonna gossip about us" she said worrying. "then let them." he smiled.

"what do you mean let them? they'll think we're dating" she asked. "well, they're not entirely wrong."

"what?" she gasped. "this is a date isn't it? you and me. together." his lips curled.

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[gracewritesfics]

Pov; You're insecure. Ft. Kim Namjoon

You went on a date with your boyfriend and he insisted on going to the nearest mall for shopping, even when you said you did not need anything. You both went out on dates very few times and he wanted to make every moment count.

There were all kinds of brands in the mall from clothing, makeup to footwear and other stuff. You just confusedly look around as people walk across the floor.

"What would you like to buy?" He questions as you walk around the clothing section with him.

"I don't need anything." You say.

"It's not about need, tell me what you want?" He asked.

"Mm.. let me see." You say and fiddle with some of clothes on display.

But you end up choosing none.

You move around and your eyes get stuck on a dress wore by a mannequin.

You find it gorgeous. 'It won't look good on me' you say to yourself.

"Do you like that?" Namjoon asked as he saw you gazing at it. "Um... not really." You shake your head.

"Why don't you try it?"

"Me?" You widen your eyes.

"Obviously, babe, who else? Me?" He chuckled. You laugh too.

"I don't want to try it!" You reply.

"Why, it's so.. hot and it will look good on you!" He smirked.

But you were not confident enough to wear it. You were insecure. You never wore anything even slightly revealing because everytime you tried someone would ruin your confidence. And this dress, well it was off shoulder with sleeves falling off and revealing the neckline with a design showing off a little cleavage.

"Where will I wear it?" You try to reason by asking weird questions.

"On our next date!" He replied..

"But-"

"Just go and try it, I want to see it on you!" He grabbed your shoulders and slightly pushed you in the direction of the trial rooms.

You fit yourself in the dress. 'Damn! I look hot.' you think as you see your reflection. But you try to pull it down slightly below the knee and pull it up yo hide your cleavage. And you're just adjusting it. You don't have confidence to go in front of your boyfriend wearing that dress.

"Y/n?" You hear a knock on the door. It had been a few minutes since you were trying to adjust it.

"Have you worn the dress? Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, it's alright, I'm wearing it."

"Then show me." He urged.

"Joon, I-"

"Please! Come outside."

You gather your confidence and slightly open the door and he's right there outside. He pushes the door open and glances at you from top to bottom. His lips parted and eyes widen.

"You... you look so.." he has no words to describe you. You're shy and look here and there as he tried to find the words. You keep adjusting the dress..

"Sexy" he says and your cheeks reddened. You're so flustered. You shy away, "I'm going to change!"

"No wait," he grabs the door so you can't shut it on him. "Let me see atleast for a little while."

You act strangely out of embarrassment. "Is it not comfortable baby? Why do you keep adjusting it?" He asks.

"It's.. it's comfortable.. I just.." you stutter.

"It's okay, change it. We're buying it, you can show it to me later again." He smiled.

As you got out after you changed back to your jeans and oversized teeshirt he puts the dress in the shopping bag and holds your hand.

"Do you not like wearing such dresses?" He asked.

"I.. I like wearing them." You speak hesitantly.

"But you don't wear them. Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm.. not confident enough." You reply.

"Whyy baby? It looked so gorgeous on you." He compliments and you blush.

"It's just.. I'm kinda insecure. It's too revealing and whenever I used to wear such dresses people would say-"

"Fuck what people say. You don't need to be insecure. You're perfect. I'll buy you more dresses and you'll wear them for our dates." You look at him all flustered and with wide eyes.

He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him as you both walk out after check in and the billing. You both get into a lift, with just you too.

"Do you like the dresses?" He asked.

"I love them. I've always wanted to wear those. But I could never." You sigh.

"When you're with me you don't need to think so much, wear whatever you want, I'll boost your confidence..." He said.

You're in awe of him. You have no words to say.

He gives you a soft kiss on your lips before the elevator stops and opens up.

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Pov; You're insecure. Ft. Kim Namjoon

You went on a date with your boyfriend and he insisted on going to the nearest mall for shopping, even when you said you did not need anything. You both went out on dates very few times and he wanted to make every moment count.

There were all kinds of brands in the mall from clothing, makeup to footwear and other stuff. You just confusedly look around as people walk across the floor.

"What would you like to buy?" He questions as you walk around the clothing section with him.

"I don't need anything." You say.

"It's not about need, tell me what you want?" He asked.

"Mm.. let me see." You say and fiddle with some of clothes on display.

But you end up choosing none.

You move around and your eyes get stuck on a dress wore by a mannequin.

You find it gorgeous. 'It won't look good on me' you say to yourself.

"Do you like that?" Namjoon asked as he saw you gazing at it. "Um... not really." You shake your head.

"Why don't you try it?"

"Me?" You widen your eyes.

"Obviously, babe, who else? Me?" He chuckled. You laugh too.

"I don't want to try it!" You reply.

"Why, it's so.. hot and it will look good on you!" He smirked.

But you were not confident enough to wear it. You were insecure. You never wore anything even slightly revealing because everytime you tried someone would ruin your confidence. And this dress, well it was off shoulder with sleeves falling off and revealing the neckline with a design showing off a little cleavage.

"Where will I wear it?" You try to reason by asking weird questions.

"On our next date!" He replied..

"But-"

"Just go and try it, I want to see it on you!" He grabbed your shoulders and slightly pushed you in the direction of the trial rooms.

You fit yourself in the dress. 'Damn! I look hot.' you think as you see your reflection. But you try to pull it down slightly below the knee and pull it up yo hide your cleavage. And you're just adjusting it. You don't have confidence to go in front of your boyfriend wearing that dress.

"Y/n?" You hear a knock on the door. It had been a few minutes since you were trying to adjust it.

"Have you worn the dress? Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, it's alright, I'm wearing it."

"Then show me." He urged.

"Joon, I-"

"Please! Come outside."

You gather your confidence and slightly open the door and he's right there outside. He pushes the door open and glances at you from top to bottom. His lips parted and eyes widen.

"You... you look so.." he has no words to describe you. You're shy and look here and there as he tried to find the words. You keep adjusting the dress..

"Sexy" he says and your cheeks reddened. You're so flustered. You shy away, "I'm going to change!"

"No wait," he grabs the door so you can't shut it on him. "Let me see atleast for a little while."

You act strangely out of embarrassment. "Is it not comfortable baby? Why do you keep adjusting it?" He asks.

"It's.. it's comfortable.. I just.." you stutter.

"It's okay, change it. We're buying it, you can show it to me later again." He smiled.

As you got out after you changed back to your jeans and oversized teeshirt he puts the dress in the shopping bag and holds your hand.

"Do you not like wearing such dresses?" He asked.

"I.. I like wearing them." You speak hesitantly.

"But you don't wear them. Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm.. not confident enough." You reply.

"Whyy baby? It looked so gorgeous on you." He compliments and you blush.

"It's just.. I'm kinda insecure. It's too revealing and whenever I used to wear such dresses people would say-"

"Fuck what people say. You don't need to be insecure. You're perfect. I'll buy you more dresses and you'll wear them for our dates." You look at him all flustered and with wide eyes.

He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him as you both walk out after check in and the billing. You both get into a lift, with just you too.

"Do you like the dresses?" He asked.

"I love them. I've always wanted to wear those. But I could never." You sigh.

"When you're with me you don't need to think so much, wear whatever you want, I'll boost your confidence..." He said.

You're in awe of him. You have no words to say.

He gives you a soft kiss on your lips before the elevator stops and opens up.

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Pov; You're insecure. Ft. Kim Namjoon

You went on a date with your boyfriend and he insisted on going to the nearest mall for shopping, even when you said you did not need anything. You both went out on dates very few times and he wanted to make every moment count.

There were all kinds of brands in the mall from clothing, makeup to footwear and other stuff. You just confusedly look around as people walk across the floor.

"What would you like to buy?" He questions as you walk around the clothing section with him.

"I don't need anything." You say.

"It's not about need, tell me what you want?" He asked.

"Mm.. let me see." You say and fiddle with some of clothes on display.

But you end up choosing none.

You move around and your eyes get stuck on a dress wore by a mannequin.

You find it gorgeous. 'It won't look good on me' you say to yourself.

"Do you like that?" Namjoon asked as he saw you gazing at it. "Um... not really." You shake your head.

"Why don't you try it?"

"Me?" You widen your eyes.

"Obviously, babe, who else? Me?" He chuckled. You laugh too.

"I don't want to try it!" You reply.

"Why, it's so.. hot and it will look good on you!" He smirked.

But you were not confident enough to wear it. You were insecure. You never wore anything even slightly revealing because everytime you tried someone would ruin your confidence. And this dress, well it was off shoulder with sleeves falling off and revealing the neckline with a design showing off a little cleavage.

"Where will I wear it?" You try to reason by asking weird questions.

"On our next date!" He replied..

"But-"

"Just go and try it, I want to see it on you!" He grabbed your shoulders and slightly pushed you in the direction of the trial rooms.

You fit yourself in the dress. 'Damn! I look hot.' you think as you see your reflection. But you try to pull it down slightly below the knee and pull it up yo hide your cleavage. And you're just adjusting it. You don't have confidence to go in front of your boyfriend wearing that dress.

"Y/n?" You hear a knock on the door. It had been a few minutes since you were trying to adjust it.

"Have you worn the dress? Is something wrong?" He asked.

"No, it's alright, I'm wearing it."

"Then show me." He urged.

"Joon, I-"

"Please! Come outside."

You gather your confidence and slightly open the door and he's right there outside. He pushes the door open and glances at you from top to bottom. His lips parted and eyes widen.

"You... you look so.." he has no words to describe you. You're shy and look here and there as he tried to find the words. You keep adjusting the dress..

"Sexy" he says and your cheeks reddened. You're so flustered. You shy away, "I'm going to change!"

"No wait," he grabs the door so you can't shut it on him. "Let me see atleast for a little while."

You act strangely out of embarrassment. "Is it not comfortable baby? Why do you keep adjusting it?" He asks.

"It's.. it's comfortable.. I just.." you stutter.

"It's okay, change it. We're buying it, you can show it to me later again." He smiled.

As you got out after you changed back to your jeans and oversized teeshirt he puts the dress in the shopping bag and holds your hand.

"Do you not like wearing such dresses?" He asked.

"I.. I like wearing them." You speak hesitantly.

"But you don't wear them. Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm.. not confident enough." You reply.

"Whyy baby? It looked so gorgeous on you." He compliments and you blush.

"It's just.. I'm kinda insecure. It's too revealing and whenever I used to wear such dresses people would say-"

"Fuck what people say. You don't need to be insecure. You're perfect. I'll buy you more dresses and you'll wear them for our dates." You look at him all flustered and with wide eyes.

He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him as you both walk out after check in and the billing. You both get into a lift, with just you too.

"Do you like the dresses?" He asked.

"I love them. I've always wanted to wear those. But I could never." You sigh.

"When you're with me you don't need to think so much, wear whatever you want, I'll boost your confidence..." He said.

You're in awe of him. You have no words to say.

He gives you a soft kiss on your lips before the elevator stops and opens up.

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Pov: They're both forced into an arranged marriage and think they'll never get along, until one day...

Pairing; Namjoon x Grace or reader.

Genre; Romance, Arranged Marriage.

Warnings; Fluff, mature themes, smut.

Grace's pov

I threw my hands on the side table of the bed as the loud alarm of my phone rang and I snoozed it to go back to sleep. I finally woke up, getting irritated. Getting out of the bed I saw the couch was empty with sheets folded. Namjoon used to sleep there. We had been married for two months now, but I slept on his bed while he slept on the couch.

It was an arranged marriage. Both our families were close so they thought it would be a good idea to set us up together knowing little about our secret quarrels and enmity. I think we hated each other. I don't know when it began, probably in high school when I played a prank on him. I spread rumors about him dating a girl from our class and it spread like fire but they were just friends and it ruined their friendship.

Namjoon was always a kind, humble guy, he's very wise, minding his own business. And me well I'm a troublemaker, childish and stupid. Totally opposite. I cooked seafood at home after our wedding because I know he doesn't like it. I always do things to annoy him. Before it was for fun but now it was because I did not want to marry him. I wanted to annoy him so much that he would leave me. But he always handled it well.

When he got too annoyed with me, he would do things to irritate me too. He once broke my phone by just tossing it in the air when I wasn't listening to him, it landed far away on the floor. Though he did not intend to do so, his power is no joke. I'm lowkey scared of his anger but I don't let it show. When he clenches his fists at my stupid acts I just drop it. I love my life.

"you did not make your bed again" he said as he came to the living room after taking a shower. "I know," I glared. "Is there any breakfast this morning? I've to go to work!" He scoffed already in disappointment because he knew the answer already. "Cook for yourself!" I shamelessly replied. "you could've at least made a cup of coffee for me, you're drinking one!" "I'm not your maid!" "You're my wife! And I expect you to do the bare minimum!" "Lower your expectations!" I said walking away. Everything turns into an argument.

"We have to attend a wedding together," he told me one evening. "I'm not going!" I answered. "I did not ask. It's a family wedding. We're both invited as husband and wife." He commanded me to come. I agreed after some drama when I sensed that he was getting angry. I loved getting on his nerves.

Namjoon's pov;

She got ready, taking her time making us late as usual. "the wedding is tonight" I yelled from the hall. A few moments later she was walking down the stairs in a gown. It reminded me of our wedding day. She looked beautiful though. She was surely a nightmare dressed like a daydream. So Taylor Swift coded. True to her name, she was 'Grace'ful even though she's a bit messy. She gives me a hard time but there's something about her.. it makes it impossible to hate her.

"You don't have the thing called patience!" She said. "You're getting ready for 2 hours now!" I argued. I usually refrained from answering her back because one argument led to another. We sat in the car and I drove to the wedding venue. We reached there and got out of the car. I took her hand in my arm, newly wed couple style.

"Must you do this cringe couple stuff?" She rolled her eyes. "Yes, we're here as husband and wife and my whole family's gonna be here!" I said. "and they should think that we are so in love and we're such a perfect couple, right?" She grimaced. I didn't say anything. Just one angry glare at her and she did shut up. I know she's afraid of my anger. she hasn't even seen the real one. I doubt she'll ever see it cause it won't come but on her.

Everyone was in awe of us as we went into the wedding. But there were some people, who gave a wry chuckle. It was a few of my cousins. Actually, before we were married or even when we were newly married, I told everything about her to these cousins. But as I realized I shouldn't be talking about our relationship with others, as a husband I stopped. But I guess they already knew the truth behind our plastered smiles and perfect couple act.

I left her for a while as I went to meet others in my family. She sat at a table. Sometime later, I returned but she wasn't there. I searched for her and found her at the bar counter, taking shots of whiskey. "What the hell are you doing!?" I went close to her and held her wrist to stop her from taking another shot. "your cousins are assholes and you are too. You brought me to this wedding to act like a perfect couple when you've literally already ruined my image in front of all of them!?" She yelled.

"what has happened?" I asked in a serious tone. "you would know better, you're the one who told them stuff!" I clenched my jaw and fist. "what did they say to you?" "They made fun of me, they joked asking me if I'm sleeping with you like a wife or not. They think I'm disloyal to you. They said, I argue with you and make your life a living hell." She told me. I was raging. They were off limits. I did tell them a little about our arguments in the beginning but it was out of line to joke about our personal life. Guess someone will see my real anger today.

"who the fuck said this to her" I held the collar of one of my cousin brother. "Why are you so angry bro, she doesn't even treat you like a husband!" They laughed. I punched him in the face. Asking him again about the person who said those things. He pointed towards a guy, who was my other cousin. I went up to him, he was already terrified, I punched him so hard, his nose bled. "Watch your mouth when you're talking to my wife!" I threw a fist at the table and the glasses shook. One of them fell and broke with a noise. "If I ever hear any inappropriate stuff from your mouths about my wife, I'll shove those glass pieces down your throat!" I warned.

Then I held Grace up in my arms, in bridal style and walked out of the wedding. She resisted me a lot. Threw her hands on me but I held onto her. I locked the door of the car after getting her seated. When we reached home, she was very sleepy.. I had to carry her to the bed. As I tucked her in the bed, she held my wrist and pulled me, I laid beside her.

"It's uncomfortable!" She groaned. "What is?" I asked curiously with rounded eyes. "This gown," she said. She was so drunk she tried to gather herself, eyes struggling to stay open. "Help me!" She yelled as she sat there trying to pull down the back zipper of her dress. I took a gulp down my throat and went near her back which was facing me and pulled the zipper down.

She freed herself from the sleeves and threw the gown away to the side of the bed. She reached to unhook her bra... "Whoa, whoa whoa wait! Let me bring you your night suit!" I said. "No, take off your tee-shirt, give it to me!" "What?" I widened my eyes. She stressed her eyebrows and I did as she said. She put on my tshirt after removing her bra and then landed on the pillows. She threw her legs all over me. It was the way she used to sleep with all her pillows and I slept on the couch. Now, I can't move. I had no other option but to sleep on the bed with her. She looked so adorable while sleeping. Sweet little angel. Probably because she can't argue w me at that moment. So peaceful. I brought her close to my chest hugging her. Maybe it won't be that difficult after all, loving her. Maybe I should give it a try.

Grace's Pov;

Something was different. I squirmed in my sleep. Why does my pillow feel so stiff and well built, like it has muscles. I rub my eyes, look up only to realise, I'm laying on his bare chest. My hand is all over him. And my face rested on his heart. His hand was around my waist. I tried to free myself from its grasp. Why am I only wearing his t-shirt?

"you're up?" He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms. "What happened between us?" I asked straight up. "Between us?" He asked confusedly while still trying to fight his sleep. "Yes! What happened?" I ask again. "Nothing." He said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "you don't remember?" He asked. I shook my head in denial. "Then why does it matter?" he smirked. I threw a hand at his chest hitting him. "tell me!" "Well you were throwing off your clothes, getting naked in front of me so I gave you my tee, that's it!" My face flustered. I did what? "Then why are you in bed with me?" I asked. "Because you wouldn't let me go and held me tight!" He said. I let out a sigh. I can't think clearly.

"my head is spinning." I said. "you drank too much last night!" He told me, "let me get you a coffee." He said getting up from the bed. I couldn't say anything but nod. My mind was hurting.

A few moments later he appeared with two cups of coffee and some cookies and sat next to me putting it on the side table. I was amazed at his sweet gesture because I never did anything for him. Never made a cup of coffee or cooked breakfast for him. My eyes went to his bare chest and his abs. "Hot," I mumbled, "What?" He gasped. "nothing, I said nothing!" He smirked. "sure!"

"your cousins-" I was interrupted as he spoke, "I took care of them, don't worry." "What did you do?" I ask. "created a huge scene, got my knuckles bloody." I widened my eyes and parted my lips. After a few sips of coffee and awkward stares, I said, "I think we should shower and get ready for work." "It's Saturday, darling!" He chuckled. I pursed my lips to control my smile.

Still, we showered and got ready as we went to the living hall. It was the first weekend we were going to spend together. Otherwise, he'd be so annoyed by me he went out with his friends and I went to my sister's place to rant about him.

I went to the kitchen. "Really, are you making lunch?" He asked. "Yes, I was thinking." "Let's go out and eat lunch. We'll have dinner at home!" He said. Sounds nice. At least I don't have to cook now.

He took me to a restaurant, it has a sweet vibe. Usually only couples came there for dates. "What do you like?" He asked. "I guess I'll order Kimchi fried rice." He ordered kalguksu noodles. We talked casually over lunch which we never did before, it was romantic. And on top of that, it started raining. And the raindrops raced on the glass wall of the restaurant. "I love rain!" I expressed excitedly. We had finished our lunch and paid our bills while it still rained, I ran out on the empty road and looked up at the sky. I opened my arms as the rain fell upon me.

Namjoon rushed towards me, "you'll catch a cold!" "I don't care, I love the rain!" He removed the jacket he was wearing and wrapped it over me. He held my hand and took me in the car. "you'll be sick if you soak in the rain!" He said. "well I love it so much, I can be sick" he just looked at me.

As we got home, I removed his jacket and left it there to dry. He got a towel from inside, "your hair is wet!" He placed it on my head and shook it with his hands drying my hair.

As the evening fell, we sat on the couch watching dramas on Netflix. I sneezed in the middle. "told you you'll get sick!" he arched an eyebrow. I sneezed a few times. "Should I get you something?" I shook my head. But he told me to wait and there he was with hot soup a few moments later. "You'll feel better!" He said. I had the soup and he asked me if I feel okay and I nodded. I was getting up from the couch when he stopped me.

"where are you going?" He asked. "To make dinner!" I told. "you're sick, take rest, we'll order something, pizza maybe." He said. I was awestruck at the way he took care of me. At this rate I would fall in love with him any minute now. We had our pizzas and then I rested on the bed.

"you're going to sleep on the couch?" I asked as he was taking away his pillow and sheets. "Yes, why?" "Um.. you should.. sleep here, it's your bed too." I stuttered. "You're right about that. Is it okay with you if I sleep here?" "Yes, that's why I'm saying."

He kept his stuff back and landed on the bed beside me. I was facing him, turned to his side. He looked at me too. "I never knew you were this sweet, namjoon!" I said. "are you still drunk?" He chuckled. "No, I'm serious I love this side of you!" "You're sick Grace, really!" He jokingly put a hand on my forehead. "Oh no, you're hot!" "What?" "You have a fever!" He gets up and grabs some meds from the side drawer and hands up a glass of water, "here take this!" I sat and gulped the tablet down my throat feeling like puking because of my throat, it felt uneasy. I laid on the bed and he put a blanket on me turning the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature. I started to feel cramps in my body because of the fever.

I was really sleepy but feverish when I put my hand on his chest. He turned to my side and I slided in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around me. It was the warmest feeling in the world. Safe. Home.

I felt a little uneasy in my sleep. I was watching a dream and it wasn't a good one. I groaned and wailed in my sleep.

"Babe, hey! Grace? Baby...!?" I felt a soft touch on my face as he patted my cheeks. I opened my eyes. "Relax, it's a bad dream." I sighed and rested in his embrace again. It was very early in the morning, around 4.

"I watched that we were arguing again and you left me alone in a dark place!" "I would never leave you!" He assured. I held him tight. "are you feeling okay?" "My body hurts a little." "Where does it hurt?" He asked. "Arms, back, shoulder, neck, everywhere." I replied. He freed me from his arms and got up and sat on the bed, I was wondering what he was up to. "Turn, lay on your stomach." He said. I did the same.

He began massaging my neck and shoulders. It felt relaxing. It felt like heaven. He pressed his hand against my back. I groaned each time he pressed his thumb on my back. He can easily crack my bones up, he's got muscles. "Easy Joon!" I shrieked. "stop making such sounds," he said. "What are you thinking?!" I baffled. "Let it go!" He said as he stopped massaging and moved away.

Namjoon's pov;

"why did you stop?" she asked. "You want it more?" I questioned. "Yeah, in fact...(taking off her top) do it now!" I took a gulp down my throat. She sat in front of me in her bra. It was sexy. She laid in bed, with her back facing me. As I approached my hands to massage her back and shoulders, she let out groans again.

It was making me feel things. The way she breathed. It was hard to resist her.

"A little to the right" she said as I massaged her neck. "A little downwards." She confused me. Telling me to go different directions with my hands on her back.

I grabbed her arm and turned her forcibly to face me. I tucked her under me and her chest was rising and falling under mine. "What do you want me to do exactly?" I asked her. She stuttered with her words. "I.. um.. " she stopped speaking and stared into my eyes then my lips. I cupped her face from one hand and smashed my lips on hers not giving her another second. She kissed me back, passionately, deeply. She tried to dominate me with her tongue but couldn't win as I made her breathless, moving my lips like ocean waves crashing. She gasped when I moved my face away.

I couldn't help but gaze at her face then move my eyes to her neck then her bosom which lay just below my chest.

She placed a soft kiss on my cheeks then I kissed her neck. Planting kisses all the way from her neck to her cleavage. I slid my hand under her and unhooked the barrier that stood between my face and her breasts.

I let my lips trail her body like a paint brush moves on the sheet. She moans and gasps under me. She holds me entangling her fingers in my hair. She bites her lips. I look at her face and raise my eyebrow for her consent. She blinks and nods her head. I removed my boxers and she widened her mouth seeing the already big erection standing. I chuckled and her face flustered burning red. She was wet already as I slid my fingers up her thighs it felt so warm. I adjusted myself slowly sliding inside her as she moaned.

"Say my name baby!" I said. "N..namjoon!"she gasped.

I stroked inside her slowly at first. Then I increased my pace.

"Should I go faster?" I asked. "yes!" "Say it louder!" "Yes baby! Faster." I moved and pierced her insides. She whimpered. "Scream!" I told her. "huh?" "I want to let our neighbors know that we made love." I fucked her harder and deeper she screamed my name and moaned.

"Who am I?" I asked .She looked at me in confusion. "Your husband, bish!" "You dawg!" She playfully hit my chest and I laughed. "Now tell me who I am."

"My husband." "Tell me that you love me!"

"I love you.. I love you Namjoon!" "I love you too baby!"

I landed on her side tired and huffing. "Well that was pretty rough!" I sighed, in relief obviously. She looked at me turning her face. I raised my eyebrows. "You were massaging my back... instead you just crushed my whole body!" She said with such a straight face, it made me laugh. "Come here!" I opened my arms and she landed on my chest. I buried her in my arms.

"Joon!" She mumbled. "Hmm?" "We did not use protection." "Did you not take pills?" "No!" She had an alarming face. "Now our whole family will know that we actually slept together and it's not just some forced marriage!" She gave me a narrow eye look and then chuckled with me.

[gracewritesfics]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Pov: He's your friend's brother.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Mature.

"Guys, summer break is about to begin!" Jissa said, "And we'll not be able to meet at school." "Yes," Haejin had a sullen look over her face. "So I was thinking, maybe you guys could come to my place over the weekend?" Jissa suggested and suddenly our faces turned from gloomy to glowing.

The school was off for the rest of one and a half month. The weekend was here. Haejin called me. "Y/n, I'm at Jissa's, when are you coming?" "Will be there in 5min!" I replied.

My mom pulled over the car in front of Jissa's place and saw me off. Jissa, Haejin and I were best friends since middle school. That would be for more than four years. Earlier we were not allowed sleepovers but now we were in high school. And have been friends for so long that our families knew each other.

I rang the doorbell. "I'll get it, I'll get it!" Jissa ran downstairs as she knew I was coming. But someone else opened the door. I was kinda surprised and amazed. He stood in front of me, Jungkook, Jissa's brother. He's grown up so much since last I saw him. I was twelve then and he was sixteen. Ngl, he looked cute even then. After that, he went to Seoul, for high school and college. I knew that much.

Now, I was sixteen and he was twenty. He's so much taller. He had built his body, muscles and everything. He had tattoos in his right arm. He was wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt, exposing his biceps. "Heyy!" I said. "Hi-"

"you're here!" Jissa chuckles excitingly hugging me tight. She always does this, even if we meet after a couple days. Jungkook went back to the living room couch. He was playing some game and having snacks.

"let's go to my room!" Jissa says, breaking my focus from Jungkook.I nod, "sure!" But as I walked, my eyes were fixated on observing how he has changed. He was a man now. We walked from the side through the hallway, and at one point he noticed that I was looking at him, and I turned away. I went upstairs in Jissa's room with her. Haejin was already there.

"Omg, we're all wearing the same colour just a bit different shades," Haejin said excitingly. I was wearing a lavender top with dark purple hearts on it and white shorts. Haejin wore a purple shirt over light pink pants and Jissa, she wore a midy, which too was lilac purple. We were clicking pictures and selfies.

"Guys, I recently bought some make up stuff online. Let's try it!" Jissa said. Basic girl get together stuff. Next two hours we sat there, doing makeup and clicking pictures again.

"Aren't you guys hungry?" Haejin said. "Yes, I am." I said. "Let me get you some snacks." Jissa said. "Wait, we'll come with you. Let's go to the living room. We're sitting here for quite sometime." I said and they both agreed. Actually, my intention was to see Jungkook again. It had been a few hours. And we didn't even get a chance to meet nicely at first. Well, it would be kind of awkward now, if I talked to him. We're not kids anymore.

To my disappointment, Jungkook wasn't there in the living room. Jissa got some snacks from the kitchen and we sat on the same couch. She switches Netflix on the tv. "What you guys wanna watch?" We looked at each other confusedly. "Some Drama?" Haejin asked? "I'm not in the mood for Dramas!" Jissa said.

Suddenly, the door of the room in the hallway opposite to the couch opens up. Jungkook comes out of his room. "What are you guys up to?" He asks in the air walking towards kitchen. "Deciding what to watch!" Jissa replied. "Can't decide?" "Aniyo, do you have any suggestions?" She asked.

"How about a horror movie?" He smirks. Jissa looked at us. Haejin threw her shoulder up. "It's a good idea," I replied. "Okay, then..!" Jissa went to the horror movies section and began searching.

"You know what, I'm joining you guys too." He said. I turned my face to the side and smiled at myself foolishly doing a "yes" with my fist.

Finally, it was decided. We were gonna watch Insidious, second part. As Jissa put the film on, Jungkook turned off all the lights. "Ayoo, wth?" Jissa said. "I'm creating an ambience." He said, "it's gonna be fun."

I was seated on the couch and Haejin sat next to me. Jissa sat on the one chair sofa. And Jungkook, he came and sat on the couch next to me. I looked with wide eyes at him then turned away, looking at the tv screen. I wasn't the scaredy cat type, but yeah when any horrific scene comes, I would be scared and react.

We had kept snacks beforehand. Popcorn, chips, cola, Jungkook had his banana milk. Yeah, he loved that, even as a kid. I remember. Jungkook wasn't scared at all. I could see. And Jissa too, she would react a little. But Haejin, who was sitting next to me, she was hell scared. She would scream in the middle and even make a normal scene scary. She would hug me tight and I tried to free myself.

At one point, a scene came and Haejin screamed. I was terrified. I threw my hand and grabbed something. It was Jungkook's thigh. I looked at him, he looked awkwardly at me. Then I moved my hand away instantly like a current. Well that was awkward. But why am I getting butterflies. His thigh was muscular, stiff. What am I thinking?

Another scary scene comes. Haejin grabbed my hand. I didn't flinch anymore. Did not react. "You're not scared?" Jungkook looked at me. "No.. are you?!" He laughed a little. "Me? Nah!" Just then, Haejin screamed and we all were traumatized. Jungkook grabbed my arm from the side, shrinking. His face was too close to my neck. I could feel his breath.

"Yo, Haejin aah? What was that?" Jissa yelled. Jungkook slowly moved away leaving my arm. He got all awkward, ruffling his hair, looking here and there. Finally the movie ended. Jissa turned on the lights.

"what about the dinner?" She asked jungkook. "Mom's not coming home tonight?" "No she and dad went to grandmother's house." She replied.

"So, then it's just us?" Haejin asked. "Maybe we should order something." Jungkook said.

"Pizza it is" Jissa blurted out excitingly and ordered pizzas.

"When we saw each other last time you were too young," Jungkook said. "You too, you were my age then." I said and he laughed a little. Haejin didn't know Jungkook much. At that time, she didn't visit Jissa's place.

There were times you visited Jissa's house, for Christmas or a birthday party. They were cherish-able times.

"So, you're in college now?" I ask him. "Yep!" He replied. "In Seoul?" He nodded.

Next few minutes, we all had pizzas and talked about everything. Jissa reminded me of the childhood and told stupid stuff about Jungkook to which he argued with her and told something about her. They were chaotic pair of siblings. Now that I remember, maybe I had a thing for Jungkook, even back then. I liked him.

Stop being delusional. He studies in college and lives in Seoul. Also, he's four years older than me. I remind myself. He must have a girlfriend..

As the night fell, Jissa made a mattress bed on the floor. "Who's gonna sleep on the floor?" Haejin asked. "You!" Jissa replied. "No way. Not after you traumatized me with the horror movie. There was space for two on the bed. "I'll be on the mattress!" I said. "Really y/n? It's fine with you?" Jissa asked. "Yeah babe!" I replied. "If there's any problem just wake me up!" "Cool" I said.

Well, it was then, 1 a.m. and I realised it was a bad idea, sleeping on the mattress on the floor, alone. I was thirsty. There was no water in the room. I slowly, got up and walked on my tiptoes. I looked around, it was quite dark. I kept my phone handy and switched the flash on.. looking for water. I went to the kitchen and opened refrigerator, there were bottles. I took one and drank from it.

Suddenly, jungkook, who had gone to the washroom, came out and saw the fridge open. He moved towards it. And as I closed the fridge and the flash was on my face he was terrified. He was going to scream when I grabbed his mouth shut, leaning towards him.

"Jissa and Haejin will wake up!" I mumble in a low voice. He moves your hand from his mouth. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "Drinking water!" I tell him. "You scared me!" He admitted. "I scared you, I thought you were fearless!" I chuckled.

I take a look at him with the light emitted by my phone flash. We were standing too close. He was wearing his boxers and a vest. He was cute and hot at the same time. "I am fearless until someone creeps out of the refrigerator at 1a.m. at night." He said. I laugh.

"Anyway, good night!" He said and began moving away when I stopped him. "Jungkook." He turns around. "I can't sleep." "Why?" He asked. "I am scared. And I can't sleep on the mattress on the floor, alone!" I told. "Then ask Jissa to exchange places." He suggests. "I don't want to wake her up."

"Then, what do you want to do?" He asked. "I don't know." I said. "Sleep on the couch!" He said. "I told you I'm scared." I said. "So then what? Huh! Do you want to sleep with me or what?" He asked, probably joking. "Yes!" I said, seriously. "What?!!" He was suddenly too awake. Before that he was kinda sleepy. "What'd you just say?"

"Forget it!" I said. He held my wrist. Pulling me back. "Are you serious?" He asked. "About what?" "About what you said earlier." "What did I say?" I acted fool. "That you want to sleep with me!" He blurted out directly. "I said that?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes I heard it!" He said grabbing my arms by the side..

His chest was rising and falling. I felt the tension. I had provoked him.. he was breathing heavily. "Maybe you heard it right!" i winked. That was it. Guys are easy to melt, like candle, just light a little match and touch the candle with it and it would melt in hot wax.

He was very close, a few inches away, so I planted a soft kiss on his cherry lips. As I moved away he got impatient. He leaned again and pulled me in a deep passionate kiss. He slowly moved me towards the couch. There was no light. I fell on the couch and he fell upon me.

He was literally so nervous, I could feel his breath from inches away. "Are you like... virgin?" I ask him. "No I'm not.. but you are, aren't you?" He asks. I bite my lower lip. "Yes!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask. "Why? You want to be my girlfriend?" "Answer me first" I say. "No, I'm single, since a year." "That's why you're so desperate!" I said. "I'm desperate? You literally said you want to sleep with me!" He said.

"I was just kidding." I say. "Well, I'm not." He said and picked me up from the couch and walked towards his room. He dropped me on his bed. "Fyi, I'm still sixteen!" I remind him.

"And hot!" He said, "you've grown up too. I noticed. You have curves now." I can't breathe. Holy shit. He takes off his vest. He's got abs. His shoulders are broad. He's a man. Drop dead gorgeous man. I'm gonna die.

He lays on top of me, shirtless. Only in his boxers. And he kisses me. So deep. Our tongues intertwined. I breathe him in with every single breath.

He kisses my neck wet. He gestures me with his eyes to remove the top. I close my eyes in hesitation but I take it off. "You're 16 but you're a woman. Hotter than girls in their twenties! I swear babe!" He says and i shy away. He engraves his face in my cleavage and i laugh because it's ticklish.

He puts his hand beneath and unhooks my bra. I'm shook. I hold my hand in front of me as he removes it. "Move your hands babygirl!" He says but i don't. He pins my hands against the bed with one hand. "Remember, I don't need two hands to handle you, I'm strong enough!"

"Sure.. Daddy!" I said. He chuckled uncontrollably. He's literally laughing. "Say that again!" "Daddy?!"

He kisses me, I can't breathe. He unbuttons my shorts and few seconds later I'm in front of him, completely exposed. "May I?" He asks. "sure as hell"

"why me?!' he asked. "what!?" "why are you losing your virginity on me?" He asked. "Cause you're hot, now stfu, and fuck me!" I blurted out. "You drive me crazy!" He fingers me and finds out that I'm so wet already. He slides himself inside me slowly and I am about to scream but he grabs my mouth. "They're gonna wake up " he said.

I whimper under his hand on my mouth. "If it hurts let me know!" He loosens his grip on my mouth. And I sigh. He moves faster. I can't scream but only gasp for air and moan, not too loud. "Say my name"

"Jungkook!" I gasp. "Not that one, babygirl!" "Daddy!" I whisper in his ear. "A little louder, let me hear!" He said as he continues stroking me. "Daddy!" I say.

~

Next morning, thankfully, I returned upstairs in my outfit before anyone woke up. As we sit for breakfast, I couldn't stop smiling and I hide my face. I can't bare to look at Jungkook.

"Maybe you guys should do these get-togethers more often!" Jungkook said to Jissa. "I mean, last night was fun. The movie."

"We can do this all summer!" Jissa said. Omg I can't with him. "You guys, you can come over again next weekend?" She asked.

"Why weekend, it's not like you have school, you can come anytime." Jungkook said. And secretary winked at me. Fuck him. What a tease!

[gracewritesfics]

Genre: Fanfic, romance, sexual tension.

Pairing: Husband!Jungkook x Wife!reader

Warning: Smut but romanticized.

"C'mon, stop playing so hard to get!" Jungkook practically requests rather than command. It's been a couple days since you came with him for your honeymoon. He's clingy and demanding but you're just shy. He moves his face closer to you to kiss your lips but you turn your face and it ends up being a peck on the cheek. "Really, Y/n? Not even a kiss?"

"I'm sorry.." you scoff, "I just..!" He puts a finger on your lips and looks straight into your eyes with a piercing gaze as he's leaning towards you and you're sitting on the couch. It really makes you feel things. "Why do you keep turning away from me?" He questioned. "I don't mean to do that," you clarify. "Then what do you mean to do?" He asks. You pause for a moment at his question. "Are you really that innocent, y/n?" Your heartbeat stops and you blink your eyes several times.

"Yes I am innocent," you respond once your heart stops acting crazy, "I'm not like you."

"What do you mean? I'm not innocent?" He raised an eyebrow still piercing you with his eyes. You're confused what to say. "No, you're not." You said deliberately.

"You're too bold for saying that. You bet! You're not as innocent as you act in front of me." He teased. He was right though. You were just shy to make a move, but in your head your thoughts weren't that innocent.

"How? Can you prove that?" You mumbled. "Prove that you're not innocent? Challenge me!" He said. "Challenge you for what?" You ask. "For bringing out the side of you that you hide from me, but I know it exists." He remarks. You get a tingling sensation. He can even give you butterflies with his words.

"Okay, so what are you gonna do?" You ask in a low voice. You're lowkey excited but nervous. "I'll compel you to make a move. Just watch me!" He says and moves away from you. He turns off the room lights and switches on the star projector night lamp. He takes the music system control and puts on slow and romantic songs. He's wicked.

"Let's play a game. You just watch me, whatever I do, and if you react or flinch, in the middle, it means that you give in and you'll have to do as I say. And if you kept sitting there straight, not flinching a bit, I'll do whatever you want." He told you. You were quiet and confused but he took it as a yes for the game.

As the music played he came and sat on the table near the couch. What is he trying to do? You thought to yourself. He just sat there singing along with the song and playing with his hair. His voice was sexy and deep at the moment. He pours two glasses of whiskey and offers you one. You take it. Though you did not usually drink but you're with your husband. And you secretly want him to win the challenge. To bring out the side of you that's not shy to kiss him wildly like you want to.

He intentionally changes the song to 'Unholy.' And on the top of that he sings it. He stands up from front of you and just vibes to the song and then he starts to dance. His body moving in flow. You gulp the whiskey in your mouth. As you watch him move, it gets hard not to react. He's noticing you. Then he smirks as he does that step when he bends his thighs in a flow. Your lips are parted in awe. Your eyes are fixated at him and then he winks at you. Your heartbeats race against your chest. It's getting hard to breathe so you just sip more whiskey.

He plays 'I wanna be yours' as the next song. Danm it. Your glass is empty and he pours one more shot. He rolls up the sleeves of his full black tee-shirt, exposing his veiny arms. Your eyebrows flinch. You bite your lips and breathe heavily. He moves the table closer to the couch and leans towards you. Feel the tension.

"Secrets I have held in my heart.." he mumbled with the song being played in the background. "Are harder to hide than I thought!" You mouthed. "Maybe I just..." his lips moves to the lyrics as he moved closer to you. "Wanna be yours, I wanna be yours!" You declare rather than sing and he knew that. He was moving closer, you closed your eyes, parted your lips and waited for him to kiss you when he leaned back. He moved away. You realise this after two second as you open your eyes.

Your doe eyes looking at him, you wanted him to kiss you but he stand up and begins moving away. You're yelling NO but in your head. Finally you stop him, by holding his hand. He turns and looks at you. You don't say anything but your eyes looking up to him scream 'Kiss me!' He lets go of your hand and turns the music off. Then he moves to the bed and lays down there.

"What!?" You speak out. You get up from the couch and turn the music back on. You go and sit next to him on the bed as he lay. He acted like he was sleepy. "Hey, Koo!" you call him. "What?" He asks. "How can you sleep now?" You question. "Why? I'm really tired and sleepy." He says. He was playing games with you and you knew.

"No, you're not tired or sleepy," you said. "How can you say that? Look at me, I look so tired, I have to sleep." He uttered. You lean towards him on the bed but he turns away. You hold his arm and pull him to sit straight. You grip his sweet face in you your hands and move in to kiss when he says "Wait!" You stop. "You lost the game we were playing." He added. "I know that!" You blurted. "Yeah, so you gotta do as I say!" He spoke. "What do you want me to do?" You ask confidently, like you're ready to do just anything he says. "Seduce me!" He says, "I know you're dying to kiss me. But I won't touch you until you seduce me to a point that I get turned on!"

Your eyes flickered. Your mouth runs dry. You don't know what to do. The slow and romantic music is playing. You crawl up on the bed on your knees and sit in front of him. You're wearing a night gown over a satin nighty. You untie your night gown and let it slide off your shoulders. He's looking at you completely awestruck. You climb over his knees and sit there leaning towards him. He's bent backwards on his hands. You're all over his thighs.

"Are you turned on yet baby?" You ask. He takes a breath. It was clear from the look on his face that he was getting nervous. He bit lips. "Try harder!" He said. Ugh. He pretending to be tough but he's melting like hot candle. "Okay." You say as you move you hands towards his waist and grab the end of his tee shirt and slide it up his belly. He gulps. You pull his tee shirt off him and throw it on the floor. He slides back a little so he's supported by the pillows at back as you're on top of him.

Your hand trails across his chest and you hold his face from the other hand and finally, land your lips on his. You move your lips swiftly against his and he does the same. His hands on your waist then he slides them up to hold your neck. It's sexy. You let your tongue explore his mouth. You're not letting even air pass through. Now you're moving your lips and tongue in his mouth violently, not letting it stop. He mouths 'stop' in the middle but you keep going. He has to hold your head and pull it back to make you stop.

He lets out a deep breath and groans. "You're wilding!" He exclaimed. "You wanted to see this side of me." You say. He flips you over and now you're under him. Your heart is beating fast. He kisses your neck and you throw your head back and let out a moan. He gently kisses you all across your collarbone and then moves towards your bosom as your hands are in his hair. You say out loud his name with a series of moans and sighs. He slides down the strips of your night dress from your shoulder and down your bosom. You close your eyes tightly as he pins your hands against the pillows. His lips and tongue is like a brush and your bosom is a blank paper on which he creats art. He moves back up and kisses you on your lips. His bare chest against yours. It feels warm. But you're shy and nervous.

"Relax, babygirl. I'll be very gentle with you!" He says. Your heart is pounding. He feels that too. He covers both of you in the sheets. It's comforting. He slides your thongs down your legs and then takes off his boxers. He's hard, you can feel it in your thighs. And you're dripping.

He smoothly glides it into you, at first a little bit. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "Just a bit." You say followed by a moan. "Should I keep going?" He asks. "Of course!" You scoff. He strokes you slower at first then increases the pace. Kissing you at the same time, pinning your hands. You moan in his mouth as he continues kissing you and stroking you at the same time.

You both are tired as he finally lands on your side and you turn to face him. He lets out a sigh. As your eyes meet, you feel a tingling sensation in your stomach and chuckle. He smiles. It's beautifully awkward. You both are chuckling and giggling. You're so shy you land in his chest and hide your face.

"Wae? Why are you hiding inside my chest, it's ticklish" He speaks. "I'm shy!" You say. "Yeah, I just saw that a few minutes ago," he teased.

"That was a different version of me. Now I'm shy," You say. He hugs you softly and slides his fingers through your hair. "Okay, fine don't show me your face, I'll see it in the morning."

"Are you going to sleep now?" You ask.

"Why you want a round two?" He asks smirking. You hit him gently on his chest. He lets out a muffled laugh.

"Good night babygirl!" He says and plants a kiss on your head and wraps you in his arms. It's a good night.