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What is the probability?

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count:  4.9 k

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What does Probability Theory say about how many random encounters must occur to understand that this is not an accident?

. . .

Kim Taehyung is a smart, handsome and obscenely rich owner of a largest corporation. He is used to people around him only being interested in the number of zeros in his bank account. But he especially hated those who so brazenly and openly tried to almost sell their daughters for the opportunity to receive investments from him. Another blind date, organized by his persistent parents, only irritated him. He arrived at the hotel and headed to the restaurant where the meeting was arranged.

- Excuse me, sir, but unfortunately the restaurant is closed to visitors right now, - the hostess politely tried to stop him.

- I am expected! - he snapped, passing by, without even looking in the hostess's direction.

"Booked the entire restaurant? Hah. Showy and stupid. A typical attempt to impress." Taehyung massaged his temples, feeling a headache from the upcoming painful meeting with the spoiled princess. "No matter how much money they have, it's still not enough to be my equal." Taehyung snorted under his breath as he walked through the empty restaurant.

His gaze fell on the only set table by the window. A girl was already sitting there - her back straight, her movements calm, her gaze directed at the window. Without waiting for an invitation, Taehyung resolutely walked up and sat down opposite her, immediately burying his face in the menu.

"I hope your family didn't spend all the company's funds on renting this restaurant," he said sarcastically. "That would look too... pathetic."

Silence. Taehyung chuckled. Did he really hit a sore spot on the first try? He looked up when after a good 5 minutes the silence was still unbroken. A piercing cold gaze met his. The girl who was sitting in fron of him, looking at him attentively. Quite a strong aura, he thought. What he had heard about her did not fit into the picture of what he saw in front of him now. The girl only raised an eyebrow in a silent question...

Taehyung rolled his eyes, she could at least ask who she had a date with, considering how much her family begged for this meeting. Taehyung took out a business card and put it in front of the girl, but she did not even look at it, keeping looking right into his eyes.

"Listen, I'm only here for show, if something does not suit you, I suggest ending this ridiculous meeting. I have other things to do with my precious time" Taehyung said with displeasure.

The girl bowed her head, mockingly looking at him. "I sincerely feel sorry for the person with whom you have a meeting" you chuckled, getting up from the table and leaving the restaurant.

"It would be better to have a spoiled princess than an arrogant bitch" he growled, taking out your phone that did not stop ringing. "What!?"

"President, where are you? You were supposed to arrive for a date 30 minutes ago!" your assistant yelled into the phone.

"What are you talking about, I'm on it. Or rather, she just ran away from it. Tell her parents to forget about any investing from me in their company. They should keep more focus on raising their impudent daughter." Taehyung stood up from his seat, leaving the restaurant and heading out to the parking lot.

"What? I just talked to her and she's waiting for you in the restaurant at the Grand Hotel, almost in tears!"

"The Grand Hotel? What are you talking about? I'm at Seoul Plaza!" Taehyung looked at the phone when the silence hung for too long.

"President..." a trembling voice finally break a silents. "The meeting was rescheduled, but I didn't update it in your schedule."

Taehyung rolled his eyes at such a stupid mistake. He took the car keys but stopped turning towards the hotel. Then who did he just meet.

"Would you like me to reschedule the meeting for another day?"

"Yes!" Taehyung snorted as he got into the car. "No..." He leaned back in the seat. "I don't want to waste another day on this madness. Let her wait." Taehyung turned towards the Gran Hotel, pressing the gas pedal to the floor.

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You just wanted to have lunch alone. It had been a tough day: endless meetings, calls, business proposals, and preparations for a huge project to open your new hotel in Busan... And now - the long-awaited silence, peace, your favorite table by the window. One hour without hypocrisy and pressure. The best privilege of being a hotel owner, one word from you will allow you to enjoy the silence of the restaurant, which is constantly packed with people.

But the peace was broken.

He appeared like a storm, confident, with perfect posture and a face as if carved from marble. He didn't even look in her direction. He just sat down - as if this place belonged to him a priori and he had the right to it.

Insolent. Smug. And clearly thinks that the whole world revolves around him.

You heard his caustic remark and only raised an eyebrow reservedly.

He thinks that I booked all this for a meeting with him? Interesting. Confidence bordering on stupidity.

He didn't look at you - and that irritated you even more than his caustic words saturated with hatred.

A man like that is incapable of seeing beyond his own ego. He's probably used to women flouncing around his feet. How... predictable he is.

When he put the card in front of you, your lips twitched in a smirk. You didn't even look down - why should you? Name and company are not important to you, plus they are unlikely to surprise you. He has no idea who he is talking to right now.

"I sincerely feel sorry for the person with whom you have a meeting" you said, no longer wanting to participate in this farce. You stood up and left the restaurant without turning around.

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You walked to the window with coffee in your hands and grinned when you saw him leaving the building.

Cold glass, soft light, the rustling of the city. Even without hearing the conversation, it was clear that he was practically seething with anger... Only for one brief moment, his confidence was replaced by confusion bordering on interest when he looked towards the hotel.

You slightly narrowed your eyes, examining him. No matter how you looked, everything screamed about his greatness and power.

Interesting... You smiled to yourself, took a sip of coffee and slowly moved away from the window.

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He entered the restaurant of the Grand Hotel, feeling growing irritation. The second date in a day - and both were the fault of the assistant.

Why did I even agree to this?, he thought, already regretting his decision.

As soon as he sat down at the table, a fragile girl with a dazzling smile appeared in front of him. She coquettishly adjusted her hair and blinked her eyelashes, as if playing the role of a princess from an old fairy tale.

"Oh my god, finally! I thought you wouldn't come at all!" she said with a feigned sigh. "You have no idea how nervous I was!"

I can imagine, he mentally snorted, considering how she'd been calling his assistant over and over and sent over a hundred messages.

"But never mind!" she clapped her hands. "We met, and that's the main thing! Fate, no doubt!"

Taehyung looked up. "Fate?"

"Yeah! It was all so confusing, but in the end we're here! I actually believe in signs like that! Oh, don't you think this restaurant is too... boring? It's just missing something special. Like a huge chocolate fountain!"

"...Excuse me?" Taehyung re-asked, not entirely sure he'd actually heard what he'd heard.

"Well, that's so romantic! I loved chocolate fountains when I was a kid!" She giggled and leaned closer. "Although what am I saying, I still love them!"

Taehyung closed the menu and rubbed the bridge of his nose, unable to cope with the absurdity of this conversation.

"Oh also!" she continued, not noticing his absent gaze. "I had suuuuuch a dream last night! As if I were a princess from another era, and my fiancé was a dragon! Can you imagine? Although to be honest, dragons scare me... They are so huge, and they can breathe fire. I wish it was a unicorn. I love unicorns. They are so cute! How wonderful it would be to be able to have such a pet."

The headache began to slowly but surely increase.

"Oh, I haven't told you yet! I have three dogs! One is called Pinky, the second is Lulu, and the third is Fifi! They are adorable, they love to wear bows. Wait, I have a portfolio for each of them!..”

Taehyung glanced at his watch. Only ten minutes had passed. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Patience. Just an hour. Then I’ll leave and never return to this nonsense again. But each new phrase she said reminded him of what their first meeting could have been like… if there had been another girl. A cold look. Calm. A restrained but obvious mockery in her eyes. Taehyung suddenly realized that he saw her in front of him again. The one who left him alone with his own arrogance. If only this hour would end sooner��

. . .

A week later:

The business party was taking place in one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city. In the noise of conversations, the clinking of glasses and the jazz music playing in the background, Taehyung felt trapped.

He endured. Conducted empty conversations. Held a glass of whiskey in his hand and answered questions that did not matter to him. After an hour, he was completely tired of the general hypocrisy.

Enough.

He quietly left the room and headed to the terrace. The night air was fresh, a light breeze pleasantly cooled his hot skin. Taehyung approached the railing, ran his hand over his neck, trying to relax the tense muscles. It was then that he noticed that he was not alone.

A little to the side, leaning against a column, stood she. That same girl.

You looked at the city lights, not noticing him. You had a glass of wine in your hand, but you didn’t even take a sip, just swirled the liquid around in the glass.

Taehyung froze. Coincidence? Something inside him tensed. It couldn’t be…

As if you sensed his gaze, you turned your head and finally met his eyes.

A moment of silence. And then— a slight smile.

“I hope you’re in the right place this time,” you said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Taehyung clenched his jaw, but the corners of his lips twitched.

“Who knows,” he replied, taking a lazy sip of whiskey. “Maybe I’m just lucky enough to meet strange people.”

You tilted your head slightly, looking at him carefully. “And how was your real date?”

Taehyung chuckled, remembering the stream of meaningless words that he had been tormenting with for an entire hour.

“Wonderful,” he answered hoarsely. "Almost died."

You laughed, briefly but sincerely. "Now I even feel sorry for you," you said mockingly.

"And I feel sorry for you," Taehyung suddenly said with all seriousness. You looked at him questioningly. "You definitely did not deserve that rudeness from me. I sincerely apologize for my behavior that day," Taehyung said confidently, bowing before looking into your eyes again.

You raised an eyebrow slightly, genuine surprise written on your face. "Interesting," you said before nodding your head, returning the mask of calm. "You look like a person who never apologizes."

"You're not far off the mark, I can count how many times I've apologized to someone in my life with one hand," Taehyung chuckled, taking a sip of whiskey.

You tilted your head slightly, looking at him with new interest. "So I should feel special?"

Taehyung shrugged. "That's up to you."

You narrowed your eyes slightly, as if deciding whether to continue this conversation. But before you could say anything, a voice came from the hall, call you back into the hall.

You glanced toward the exit, then back at Taehyung.

"Well... if we meet again, maybe I'll consider your apology."

And before he could answer, you turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Taehyung watched you go, feeling a slight hint of annoyance.

She hadn't said her name.

But that didn't matter now. He was definitely going to find out who are you.

. . .

The elevator rose slowly and the silence inside was almost comfortable. You entered just as the doors were about to close, the faint scent of your perfume filling the space. Taehyung glanced up, smirking when he saw you. “It’s a hobby of yours to show up when I least expect it,” he remarked, crossing his arms.

“And you seem to have a habit of being the first one everywhere. Just in the spoiled rich people style,” you smirked, pressing the button for the floor you needed without looking.

“Well, someone has to be the first one, since you’re always late,” he turned to face you, letting the corners of his lips curl up in a cocky manner.

“Or maybe I’m just making a dramatic entrance for effect,” she shrugged, her eyes flicking over him. “Looks like I did it again.”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “I’m not sure what you do for a living, but have you considered going into marketing? With that attitude, sales are guaranteed to explode.”

“And you could probably teach a course on arrogance. Very expensively ”

You both glared at each other before you burst out laughing, not loudly, but with that weird feeling when something crackles in the air between jokes. The elevator dinged and the doors began to open.

“Anyway, good luck with the meeting,” you said, leaning forward slightly, your grin so playful he almost forgot why he’d come here in the first place.

“Thank you, miss...” he squinted, waiting for the name.

“See you later, Mr. ‘I’m always first,’” you winked and stepped into the hall.

And then their assistants were already running to greet them.

“President, you’ve arrived! Oh, let me introducing Ms. ____, the owner of the Seoul Plaza Hotel."

"Ms. ______, you're finally here! Oh, let me introducing you to our main investor, Kim Taehyung!"

They both turned around at the same time. There was a silence, as if someone had pressed pause.

" ... Well," Taehyung said slowly, "it looks like you're not late today."

"And you're not the first," she grinned, straightening her shoulders. "Welcome to my playground, Mr. Investor."

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He lazily walked into the room after everyone had gathered, as if this was not an important discussion of a million-dollar project at all, but an ordinary social visit. His gaze immediately found you - a strict suit, hair tied back, cold posture, without a trace of the playfulness that had been in the elevator. Interesting. Very interesting.

She nodded slightly in greeting - not even a smile. Cold. He held back a grin.

You want to play this game seriously? Let's see who's the first to break.

He sat down opposite, leaned his elbows on the table, opened the folder without even looking. His gaze was fixed on you.

"Mr. Kim," you began in a flat, almost lifeless voice. "Thank you for your visit. I hope the project will interest you from the point of view of strategic investments."

"Let's just say I'm already intrigued. Especially... in the presentation," Taehyung deliberately ran his gaze over your face, lingering gaze on your lips, not hiding a smirk.

You didn't even flinch. Not a single emotion. Cold, clear, precise.

"We offer a hotel format designed for the premium segment with the highest level of privacy. The project is designed for clients with special requests - influential, demanding, spoiled."

"Is this how you described me or a portrait of your target audience?" he said with a lazy sneer, tapping his finger on the table and making everyone at the table tense up. Everyone except you.

"I described what you might pay for," you said calmly, not even meeting his gaze.

"Well, at least someone in this room knows how to sell," he chuckled. "Although that tone sounds more like an antique - precious, cold and dangerous."

You turned the slide over and finally looked him straight in the eye.

"I prefer negotiations to be about numbers, not metaphors. Especially... low-brow ones."

Oh. He touched a nerve. Finally. He leaned forward, hovering over the table, coming as close to you as the table between you would allow. "I'll let you in on a secret, since this is your first project of this scale, but if I hadn't been happy with the numbers, this meeting would never have happened." he practically whispered to you.

You were silent, biting your lower lip for just a moment before you returned to your perfect mask.

Well, well... not as icy as you want to seem.

The whole meeting was a game for him. He didn't listen to the architects, didn't look at the graphs of expected profits, because he knew all of this anyway and could tell and draw each graph from memory. All his attention was on you. On how skillfully you evaded his provocations. How you continued to maintain control. And how you tensed up slightly, catching his gaze on you.

When the meeting ended, he stood up first and came closer to you. Much closer than business boundaries allowed.

"A wonderful presentation, Miss ____. If you'd smiled just once, I might have already signed the contract."

She looked up at him, icy, precise, piercing.

"It's good that our business doesn't depend on your sense of humor."

"For now..." he chuckled, taking a step back, "but who knows, maybe next time we meet you'll add a little warmth. Although I wouldn't mind to forcing you."

You didn't answer. You just burned him with your gaze. And he left the room with a feeling of absolute satisfaction.

Dangerous. But that's what makes you interesting. And he didn't like it when he gets interested.

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"Le Néant" was an establishment that didn't have a sign. It couldn't be found on search engines, it wasn't even spoken about in a whisper. It wasn't advertised - people just went there. Only those whose names moved the markets and changed the price of shares simply by choosing a beige tie instead of a black one.

Taehyung walked in, silently as always. The doors closed behind him as silently as always.

There was no menu. No unnecessary words. Only select members and staff who knew more than you could say out loud. They read from the way you walked, from the way you looked, from the way you adjusted a cufflink or ran your hand through your hair. This place didn’t serve - it knew what you needed.

Taehyung sat down in his chair - in the corner, overlooking the night city, where even the noise of the metropolis was muffled to a smooth hum under the leather upholstery. A glass appeared as if it had materialized out of thin air. He took a long sip, letting the liquid fill everything inside him with fire. Dark, smoky, sharp as a blade to match his mood. He didn’t seek solitude. He demanded it. And this place was made for it.

So when he noticed you, his body reacted faster than his mind. You were sitting in the other corner of the bar, alone. The same pose. The same crossed legs. And the expression on your face - like this evening belonged only to you. No emotion. Just a look. And a nod. Almost imperceptible. You knew he noticed. And you knew he wouldn't leave.

He moved to a table near the bar, not too close but still in your field of vision. The drink had changed, the bar sensed it. Now he was holding an ice-cold gin with spices, served in a stemless glass, like a hint: don't hold on to anything.

The silence lasted for minutes. Not a single greeting. Not a phrase. Just the music at the edge of audibility and the heavy breathing of each of them. You got up from your seat when your glass was empty, slowly walking towards him. Your Manolos clicked on the marble like gunshots. You came closer, stopping at the next chair, looking at him.

He took a sip, leaning back in the wide chair. His whole body seemed to say: don't come closer. But his eyes whispered, barely noticeably: stay.

"Can I sit?" you asked, but not in the way people usually ask, but in the way people putting in front of the fact. He nodded, still not saying a word.

You sat down. A new glass appeared on the table itself. Without an order. No "how are you." No "surprise to see you." They just sat next to each other, not even looking at each other, feeling how dangerous the mood of each of them was.

"I heard you closed a deal in the States, even despite the loud sex scandal of one of your directors," you said after a long silence. "Impressive," your voice was even, as if you were discussing the weather.

"I heard you created complete chaos at a board meeting," he responded calmly.

Your smile barely touched the corners of your lips. "This happens to those who think they own me and can shut me up."

He turned his head. His gaze was heavy, dark, almost dangerous. "You're too used to not being interrupted."

"And you're too used to being a god," your voice was like silk stretched over a knife.

"I just don't like it when people try to control me. Especially when they try to hide the knife behind their back with a smile."

Silence. Again. Thick as smoke. The bar froze. Even the drinks seemed afraid to disturb the tension between you two.

"Isn't that too much of a revelation for those who aren't even friends," you finally said, meeting his gaze in the mirrored surface of the bar.

"We're not even enemies," he responded. "We're just two disasters who shouldn't be around each other. And yet, here we are again at the same table."

You took a sip. He did too. And only the bar knew: you two didn't come for drinks. Two of you came to drown their anger, but almost drowned in each other.

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A month later

The people in the room smiled, nodded, raised their glasses of wine with power floating in it. The fates of companies were not just decided here. At the end of the evening, you could either leave the room as winners or as the one who would lose everything, just by making a wrong move. He stood by the window, tiredly playing with the glass in his hand. Taehyung was angry. Not at the deal, not at the numbers. At you. You were here again.

The one whose presence he felt on his skin, even before your name appeared on the guest list. The one who was now talking to a man by the fireplace and it made his blood boil. You didn't even look in his direction once, although you clearly felt his gaze on you. It was a game. Silent, like the most expensive chess game.

He moved first. Slowly. Unhurriedly. Smoothly crossed the room, his steps made no sound, but attracted glances. He knew how to move so that the air behind him trembled. He came up behind you, still keeping his distance, but close enough that your body tensed at his presence.

"You're here again."

You turned your head, slowly, with that same icy smile that made you idolized on the boardroom floor and hated in smoke-filled rooms.

"So do you... Isn't it obvious. This town is too small for anyone who runs a business." You glanced around the room, filled with fake smiles and pleasantries. "Attendance at such evenings is a given." Your voice were calm.

"Really? And I thought you preferred working with people who didn't want to kill you after every meeting." He leaned closer, his lips almost touching your ear.

You set your empty glass on the mantel. As empty as your expression. "Only with people who can destroy me," you said, looking into his eyes.

That was why he couldn't leave. That was why you couldn't turn away.

The room was noisy, talking, laughing. And their reality narrowed to a single glance. He stepped back before the situation became even more dangerous.

"Already leaving?" you asked.

"Yes. I do not know how to play polite in front of people whose smiles are more valuable than their souls." He grinned, feeling too many glances on him, soaked in hatred and envy.

"Then you know where the exit is," you turned back to the fireplace.

"Penthouse. At night." He threw it like a challenge, passing you before leaving the room without looking back.

You did not answer, but he knew that you would come.

. . .

You burst inside like a storm. His smile became predatory when the front door closed behind you.

"You act like you want me to lose a control," his voice was low, dark, like the promise of sin.

"Isn't that why you called me to the rented penthouse in my hotel?" you asked, not looking away.

The next second, he pressed you against the wall. You barely had time to exhale before his lips found yours, not asking, but demanding. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a war. Tongue against tongue. Desire against pride. You tugged at his collar, tore his jacket from his shoulders, as if you wanted to rip it, not take it off. His hands slid under your dress with the same fury with which he kissed you, as if he wanted to prove that you could belong only to him.

"Were you playing this whole time?" he hissed, biting her earlobe.

"I'm not playing. I'm winning," you whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips as he picked you up.

He laughed lowly. "You're clearly losing now." He threw you onto the bed. You fell with a low groan, propping yourself up on your elbows, your eyes blazing with challenge.

"Prove it."

"Already! In the moment you stepped into this room using your owner key."

He smirked as your jaw tensed. He ripped off his shirt and hovered over you. His gaze was everything: anger, lust, and something... dangerous. He kissed you again, getting rid of the rest of your unnecessary clothing. He groaned as your fingers tightly gripped his hair, lowering his face to your crotch. You weren't gentle, so he didn't need to be careful either. His tongue slid over your wet folds, tearing moans from your beautiful lips. He groaned from how greedily your pussy squeezed his fingers, which were harshly pushed inside. He rose up, licking his lips from your wetness. He knelt between your thighs. He thrust into you sharply in one motion. He growled at the tightness that gripped his cock. He moved like a predator, and you met each thrust with a stubborn, sweet moan.

"You could tell it's just a sex," he breathed, meeting your clouded gaze. "You could tell it's not something that you dream about every night."

"Fuck you," you hissed, digging your nails into his forearms as he squeezed your waist tighter. He groaned in pain, thrusting harder. It was like madness in which cruelty and lust were intertwined.

And when everything died down, he stayed close. Quiet, angry, satisfied, and for the first time without a mask.

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The light came through the panoramic windows, washing the night into gold. You woke up before him and grinned, realizing that you were trapped in his naked and hot body. You carefully turned him over on his back before leaving the bed. You gathered up your underwear, dress, shoes, threw his suit jacket over your shoulders, hiding your nakedness.

You chuckled, looking up at him. Taehyung was sleeping, sprawled out on the bed like a lion after a hunt. His body was relaxed, but even in his sleep he looked dangerous. Domineering. And most importantly, too seductive.

"Stealing my suit jacket - is that your way of saying 'goodbye' or 'good morning'?" his sleepy slightly hoarse voice sounded behind you as your hand pushed open the bedroom door.

You turned around at the voice, fighting the urge to return into his arms.

"It's my way of saying that you'll stay naked and angry, just the way you like it."

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He chuckled. His lips were still swollen from kisses, and his eyes were devouring your body too openly.

"Do you regret it?" he asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No," he chuckled when you answered without hesitation. You looked at him for a long moment, as if you wanted to say something, but changed your mind at the last second. "I just don't make mistakes twice," you chuckled and walked out, slamming the door behind you.

He was left sitting on the edge of the bed. Alone. Annoyed. Naked. And so damn horny.

He laughed, falling back into bed.

This girl is going to drive me crazy.

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More Kim Taehyung x Reader :

Help me (fluff, smut)

Roommate (smut)

Phone call (smut)

Thunder ( smut )

The next time I’ll win! (smut)

Girl in my dream (fluff, smut)

Tiny smile (smut)

Your ex (fluff)

Again…(angst)

Temptress! (smut)

Illegirl (smut)

Friend of my friend (smut)

I’m sorry, but I love you(angst)

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LIST  (BTS & GOT7)

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The Dragon

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut 

Word Count:  11.1 k

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Dragons no longer exist. They were all killed long ago, and humanity no longer trembles in fear or made any sacrifices for them. It was so long ago that everything became just a myth. A myth that is even hard to believe now.  A myth that has turned into an ordinary fairy tale that mothers tell their children before bedtime.

. . .

You were standing in the middle of a wide forest glade in that white ugly dress. Your friends who believed in those silly tales about dragons actually existing annoyed you. You've decided to tell all these idiots that these are stupid fairy tales for children. Well, who in their right mind can believe that singing some stupid song from an old book will make you the bride of a dragon. Whatever it means.

That is why you were now standing on this place that supposedly served as a sacrifice table for dragons in the old days. You even wore a wedding dress to keep up with tradition.

"Just as I thought," you chuckled, throwing the bouquet on the ground. You sang the song three times, and oh miracle – nothing happened. As you thought, it's all just silly tales. "Let's see how you justify your belief in these fairy tales now," you chuckled, enjoying the future expression on your friends' faces when you tell them everything.

A strong gust of wind and deafening thunder almost knocked you off your feet. What the hell, you thought. When the weather changed so dramatically. You screamed in pain as the next moment your whole body was put in a vice and you lost consciousness.

"Silly girl..." Somewhere far away you heard some voice, but your body and mind did not pay attention to them.

You suddenly opened your eyes, sitting up in bed. Fuck, you groaned in pain. What the hell is going on here, you whispered, looking at your bandaged body. They want to turn me into a mummy? I think I'm going crazy; you laughed quietly at these thoughts. But where are you? You froze, looking at the wide, luxurious bedroom. Did you end up on the set of a historical film? You looked around the bedroom, which looked like the bedroom of kings in historical dramas.

You got out of bed, looking around. You need to find clothes. Apart from bandages and a wide fabric resembling a hanbok skirt, you were naked. What kind of pervert kidnapped you. How long have you been here? You stopped when you saw a white pile next to a basin of water. You picked it up and gasped when you realized that it was your dress. The once snow-white dress was completely dirty with long cuts that were soaked in blood. Despite the fact that this was explained by the presence of bandages, this did not explain what the hell happened to you.

The door was not locked and you left the room. But what surprised you even more was that it seemed like there was no one here except you. Maybe you were sleeping? You continued to wander around the place that was increasingly looking like a royal castle.

You shuddered, covering your mouth with your hands, when you heard a noise coming from the basement. As a person who always rolls his eyes at the stupidity of horror movie heroes who went to check out a strange noise in the basement in the middle of the night, you were about to do yourself just that. You slowly descended the stairs into the dungeon, which brought you closer to the groans soaked in pain. Well, what were you going to do, you asked yourself, taking the fire torch off the wall. You slowly looked around the corner, but there was no one there. Or rather, there was something similar to a medieval prison from which the groans were coming. You came closer to the bars and shuddered when you saw a guy in torn clothes, who was lying on the floor, writhing in convulsions.

You saw this face, you thought, seeing a scar running like a line across his entire eye. It was almost a year ago, at the dragon night market, to which your friends dragged you. You accidentally ran into him and were amazed when you saw this face, which was hidden by a wide straw hat. Even despite the scar, the face was so beautiful that your heart even skipped a beat. Did they really kidnap him too?

You shuddered when he groaned loudly, arching from what seemed to be pain in his whole body.

"Are you okay?" You tried to open the door, but the lock did not form.

"Get out," the guy groaned barely audibly.

"What?" You stared at him, not quite sure if you heard him correctly. "We need to get out of here before the ones who kidnapped us come back." You looked around, looking for the key. You found it, and smiled, running up to the wall where a large key was hanging.

"I said get out of the castle," the guy growled quietly as you tried to insert the key into the large lock.

"No time to be a hero!" you snorted. "We can escape from here together," you said, opening the lock.

"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!" a loud scream made you take a step back. But you were even more stunned by the hatred with which this guy looked at you.

"Jerk," you snorted, throwing the key on the floor next to the bars, before running away as fast as you could. You continued to turn off the corridor into another one, until you saw a huge door on it. Finally, you thought. You opened the door and sighed in relief as you felt the fresh air. What kind of place is this, you looked at the huge courtyard. There, you exhaled, seeing a large gate with a door at the very end. You took a few steps and froze when a loud growl almost deafened you. You covered your ears when the growl thundered overhead again. Your eyes widened as the ground shook under your feet.

THIS! A FUCKING! REAL! DRAGON!

You must be dreaming! This simply can't be true! You looked at the black, huge dragon right in front of you, and you couldn't believe your eyes! This simply can't be! These are just fairy tales, right? Did someone drug you with hallucinogens? You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. You tried to take a step back but hit a wall. Was there a wall behind you? You slowly turned around and flinched when you found yourself in front of the dragon's tail that blocked your path. Now you were in a circle of dragon's body, which became a deadly trap for you.

Phahah... you couldn't stop laughing... you will die from the paws of a creature you didn't even believe in a minute ago. You stretched your hand forward and ran it along the dragon's scales. You expected them to be slippery and cold, but they were warm and silky to the touch. You froze when a stream of hot air hit you in the back. You didn't even have to turn around to realize that the dragon's muzzle was right behind you. Your head was spinning from information that you couldn't understand. The growls filled your body with fire, dragging your consciousness into the darkness.

"Aaaaaahhhhh" you screamed, sitting up abruptly. It took you a few seconds to realize that you were back in the bedroom you were in. You weren't dead, you exhaled. Fuck, this can't be happening. There was a dragon. A real dragon. A DRAGON!!!! You stared at your hand, still feeling the warm, silky sensation.

You stared at your body. This time, you were even wearing a hanfu dress. Maybe you jumped back in time? Although that guy was here too. Even if that were true, you probably wouldn't be surprised now. You were wonder who dresses you up every time?

A guy!

You jumped out of bed, practically running out of the room. You needed an ally to escape from here. You quickly ran down the stairs to the dungeon where the guy was locked up. You froze when you saw the door open and the clothes torn on the floor. Did the dragon kill him? Although there was not a drop of blood here... What to do now? You grabbed the torch that left last time before turning towards the stairs. Are you fucking SERIOUSLY? you snorted in irritation. Are you going to fight dragons with a torch?! You threw it on the floor before heading up. There was clearly someone here. It was unlikely that the huge dragon dressed you every time. You needed to find this person.

You continued to wander around the dark, empty castle, hoping to meet at least someone. You shuddered, hiding behind the door when you entered the huge hall and saw a person standing in front of a huge window. You tried to see through the crack who it was. Long golden hair, black clothes embroidered with gold threads, similar to the clothes of a king. What the fuck is this place. His hands were empty, so it was unlikely that he could hurt you right now. You needed answers. Although what questions should you ask?

You practically held your breath as you crossed the threshold of the hall. "Who are you?" you asked finally breaking the silence.

"I've told you to get out."

"What?" You looked at him in confusion. "When did you..." You stopped as the guy's hands clenched into fists. "Okay okay... I get it... that's exactly what I'm trying to do, get out of this weird place. It seems they're spraying drugs here that make you see things that don't exist." You laughed softly.

"It's too late now!" the guy growled, causing fear to grip your body.

"Did you kidnap me?" You screamed angrily.

The guy moved abruptly, dropping right in front of you, grabbing you by the neck. "The only villain here is you!" He pushed you away abruptly, causing you to fall to the floor. Your mouth dropped open in shock, because it was the guy with the scars. But now, instead of short coal black hair, he had long and golden hair.

"It's you?" You tried to get up but fell again, tangled in your skirt. "I saw you at the night market. And then in the dungeon. So you're some kind of stalker who's been following me all this time and now you've kidnapped me? And you've also drugged me so that I'm hallucinating?!" You were practically choking with anger, screaming at him.

"The one who should be angry right now is me!" the guy growled. "Stalker?! Drugs?!" he grabbed you by the collar in one motion, lifting you off the floor as if you weighed nothing. "The reason you're here is because of your stupidity, girl!" he growled, lifting your hand up. You stared at your wrist, which had a tattoo on it. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but stopped when you saw the exact same tattoo on his wrist.

"What is this?" you said, pushing away his hand, which was holding you by the collar of your dress, examining the tattoo on your wrist. It seemed real. You grabbed his hand, comparing the tattoos. "Did you do this?!" You pushed into his chest, but he didn't even move.

"No, you did this!"

"What are you even talking about?! You kidnapped me, did God knows what to my body, and now you have matching tattoos. And you're telling me that this is my doing?"

"I didn't force you to have the wedding ceremony! It was your choice!" He yelled at you, glaring at you. "And all of this is the result of your choice! You woke the dragon! You ended up here because he accepted your proposal! And you did this to us!" He pointed at his wrist. "You and only you are to blame for this, stupid girl!"

"The wedding ceremony?!" You looked at him in complete shock. "Wait... that silly song for the dragon? Are you telling me that all of this happened because of a stupid song from a children's fairy tale about dragons?" You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. "You seem to be on drugs too."

He walked over to the table and grabbed the knife. Wrapping his palm around the blade, he abruptly pulled the knife out, leaving a deep cut through his entire palm. You screamed in pain. You raised your hand and stared at your palm, which had the exact same cut on it. But you were even more shocked by the fact that a moment later it disappeared, leaving only a bloody mark.

"Does this still seem like a stupid fairy tale for you?!" he growled, throwing the knife on the floor.

"You told me to get out, I'll do it," you said as he walked past you, heading for the door.

"Too late! You belong to the dragon now!" He stopped for just a moment, and then left the room, not even turning in your direction.

. . .

You fell onto the bed, sighing heavily... for several weeks you had been trying to escape from here, and each time you found yourself in front of the castle gates, no matter how long you ran away. You chuckled that even despite your attempts to escape, every day food and clean clothes were in your bedroom upon your return. You tried to find the one who looked after you, but you couldn’t. You chuckled, sending a piece of meat into your mouth. You took the tray with dirty dishes and left the room. Today, you will definitely find someone else here. You stopped when you came across a portrait of that guy with a scar, although this portrait had no scar. Who are you, you thought, examining his face. You came closer when you saw the inscription in the very corner of the picture. "Min Yoongi" you read out loud. So that's your name. You chuckled, realizing that you hadn't seen him since that night in the hall. Not that you were looking for him that hard. You stuck your tongue out at the portrait before heading off to find the kitchen. You smiled, smelling food. You ran into the huge kitchen, but there was no one there. You placed the tray with dirty dishes on the table before looking around. There had to be a place to wash dishes somewhere. You squeaked, covering your mouth, when you turned your head to the table, there was nothing there. The entire tray with dishes just disappeared in front of your eyes. You backed away, what the hell was going on here...

You turned around and ran out of the kitchen, but froze when instead of a dark, narrow hallway, you found yourself in front of the door to your bedroom. You looked around the wide hallway. This place was definitely enchanted. Although it was not surprising, it would explain how food and clothes appeared in your room, or how you ran away every time and still ended up in the palace. You walked into the bedroom and stared at the table where there was food. "I want some tea," you whispered. Your mouth dropped open in surprise when the next moment a teapot with hot tea and a cup appeared on the table. You laughed, feeling like you had acquired a superpower. Maybe your imprisonment wasn't so bad. You took a sip of the hot tea, smiling widely. Your whole body ached from running around for centuries. Oh right, you chuckled before heading to the bathroom. You stood in front of a huge bathtub that looked more like a swimming pool. "I want to take a relaxing bath." You said and the next moment the bathtub filled with hot water with a layer of petals on top. You moaned at the smell of herbs that filled the entire room. You ran your hand through the water, which was more like milk. You took off your clothes and climbed into the bathtub. Perfect, you moaned as the hot water filled your body with warmth, relaxing every muscle. You turned over on your stomach, resting your hands on the edge of the bathtub. You looked out the huge window, which opened up to a view of the mountains covered in moonlight. For a moment you were wonder where that huge dragon is hiding. No matter how much you ran, you never saw him. Although he doesn't need to watch you, you still ended up in the castle by nightfall. I need to talk with Min Yoongi about this, you whispered under your breath. The splash of water made you shudder.

"Are you crazy?" Yoongi's angry voice behind you made you freeze in place.

You slowly turned towards him and covered your mouth to keep from laughing. Yoongi was standing fully clothed from the waist up in the water with a book in his hands, in the middle of a huge bathtub. You laughed at the expression on his face as he was drilling into you. "Ow" you squeaked covering your body when you realized you were completely naked. Oh right, you chuckled, because of the murky water he couldn't see your body. "Sorry, it was an accident" you said, covering your mouth with laughter.

"Accident?!" Yoongi growled before he headed to the edge of the bathtub to get out.

"Apparently it was because I said your name."

"Name?" He froze, turning towards you. "I didn't tell you my name."

"Min Yoongi, right? "I saw it on your portrait," you said with a shrug.

"Whatever!" he snorted. "Did you say I showed up because you said my name?"

"Yeah, my new super power." You giggled. "I want some fruit," you said and a table with fruit appeared next to you.

Yoongi growled as he walked up to the table before throwing it at the wall in anger, turning it into splinters. "Stupid dragon!" You opened your mouth, you knew he was strong, but this made you realize his strength was way beyond human. Although was he even human? You wondered when a moment later he simply disappeared.

. . .

The next day, you went to the mountains to look for the dragon. You are the one who angered him, and he took it out on me. Is it even fair? You muttered under your breath as you climbed the mountains. You rested your hands on your knees when you finally found yourself in a huge forest glade. "Dragon, show yourself right now!" you yelled. Everything inside you clenched in fear as the roar echoed throughout the forest. You stumbled back, losing your balance as the dragon landed right in front of you. The forest glade that seemed huge now looked like a shoebox that a lion was trying to fit in.

You tried to stop shaking from fear by clenching your hands into fists. Oh, you're really crazy, you scolded yourself mentally. You took a step forward and froze when the dragon lay completely in front of you. Okay, this is a better start than with Yoongi. It's not like he's going to kill me now, is it? You flinched when his tail was only a meter away from you. You still had a hard time believing your eyes. Just like your brain refused to accept the fact that a huge dragon was lying in front of you now. "Good dragon," you said with a trembling voice, approaching his tail. You extended your trembling hand forward, slowly taking steps forward. A shudder went through your entire body when you touched the dragon. Softly, you whispered under your breath, running your hand along his tail. You turned and jumped in fear, pressing your back against the tail when his muzzle was right in front of you. Despite his huge size and the fear he inspired, the dragon did not seem fierce. You continued to look at his muzzle.

If you are going to kill me, do it today, you said. You gathered all your courage and took a step forward. I don't really want to be eaten, you thought, extending your hand forward. I hope it won't hurt, at least, you exhaled, touching his muzzle.

You walked around him, continuing to run your hand along his muzzle. You stopped when you saw the same scar on the dragon's eye as Yoongi. Everything that happens to you happens to him, you whispered, approaching the place where the scar ended. You ran your hand over the deep scar and shuddered when the dragon quietly growled. Let's be friends, you said, stroking the dragon. Apparently, it will be easier for me to find a common language with you than with this evil one, you laughed.

Oh, you squealed when you felt a slight burning sensation in your wrist. You stared at the tattoo that glowed with a golden light, filling your palm with warmth. This is how you say that you are not against friendship, you smiled, although apparently I am already your bride. You laughed at the quiet growl at your words. I don't know about dragons, but humans usually do not eat or kill their brides. They need to be protected and kept from danger. So do not eat me, even if this evil guy orders you! You settled down to the dragon's muzzle, hugging him. You stepped back before waving goodbye to the dragon again. You slowly walked down the mountain towards the castle, still smiling widely. Such a scary and big dragon, but to you now it was more like a pet that needed petting. You stopped when you met Yoongi's gaze who was watching you through the huge window.

"Why did you go to see the dragon?" Yoongi's fierce voice sounded behind you as soon as you entered the castle.

"I can't see my fiancé?" you chuckled without even turning to face him.

"I'm serious," Yoongi growled grabbing your hand, turning you to face him. "Do you even care about your life!?!"

You pushed him away, ripping your hand out of his steel grip. “The more I’m around you, the less the dragon seems like the scariest of the two of you!” you growled, looking at the red and purple marks of his fingers on your wrist that were slowly fading. You turned around and walked into the room.

“The dragon will out of control! And he’s going to kill you!” Yoongi yelled at your back, making you turn back to him. “Do you know why a dragon needs a bride?!” Yoongi yelled at you lividly. “They’re sacrifices!!! He’s going to take your life to prolong his own!”

“How would you know that?!”

“Because I am the dragon!” Yoongi growled.

“What?” You flinched back from his words as if you’d been slapped.

“And no matter how much I love or hate you, I can’t stop him. When you open your heart to the dragon, he will break out and take your life!” he screamed, finally knocking the ground out from under your feet. “You could have run away... but the moment you touched him, it sealed us together. Whether you want it or not, you will reach out and look for me.” Your mouth dropped open at Yoongi’s words that was saturated with pain. And before you could say anything, he disappeared as suddenly as he appeared.

You lost count of the days you spent in the room, thinking about Yoongi’s words. So your death is only a matter of time. You laughed, falling to the floor. What the hell to drag out. I want whiskey, you said and grabbed the bottle that appeared, taking a few big gulps. You covered your mouth, fighting the fire that burned your throat from the strength of the drink. After a few more sips, you left the half-empty bottle on the floor, heading for the exit. You entered the huge hall and grinned, remembering how much time had passed since the last time you were here.

"Min Yoongi, show up right now!" you growled. You laughed when you heard a disgruntled growl behind you. "And here is my dragon!" You smiled widely at him.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Always so serious" you made a face, trying to imitate his expression. You came close to him, running your fingers over his face. "Scratch-cat!" You giggled when he grabbed your hand with force.

"What are you trying to achieve..." You pressed your lips to his, cutting off his words. You were sure that he would push you away, but he did not move an inch. "Are you crazy?" he whispered, looking at you in shock.

"The big dragon got scared of a kiss" you grabbed his clothes right before he disappeared. You fell to the floor from extreme dizziness when a moment later you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Yoongi yelled at you.

"So this is what your bedroom looks like." You looked at the piles of books that took up most of the large bedroom. Yoongi grabbed your shoulders shaking you hard. "Oh, be careful with those movements or I'll throw up" you said removing his hands from your shoulders.

"Do you even realize how dangerous it is to cling to someone like that while moving?"

"It's hardly more dangerous than being your bride." You giggled walking towards the large bed.

"What?" He flinched back at your words.

"Why?" You grinned meeting his gaze. "Didn't you say you were a dragon. That means I'm your bride. Anyway, shouldn't you be happy that thanks to me your life will be extended for another couple thousand years?"

"Shut up!" Yoongi yelled slapping you across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "Shut your mouth right now!" he growled. "You don't know anything!"

You laughed as the pain of the slap completely sobered you up. "Yeah," you shook your head. "I don't know anything except that I have to die." You stood up from the floor and walked closer to him. "Then what's the point of a sappy story? Or having me throw a tearful fit? Will that change my final?" you pushed him in the chest. "You were right... this whole time my body felt like it was breaking and tearing apart from the need to even look at you. Or was it your desire that was passed on to me?" you said raising your hand pointing to the tattoo.

"Get out" he growled

"I don't want to" you said grabbing his hand as he turned away from you. You chuckled as heat filled your body. "Liar" you whispered as his eyes darkened with arousal. "So that's why you've been avoiding me all this time" you laughed as his breathing became heavy.

"Stupid!" he growled as he bit into your lips.

You groaned in pain. His claws cut through your clothes and skin like a knife cutting butter. His tongue seemed so long, wrapping around your tongue. Your clothes, like paper, turned into a mountain of bloody scraps on the floor. Now you were very happy with the newfound ability to regenerate. It was unlikely that you would have survived by the time he dealt with your clothes. You pulled away from him, gasping for air, when he squeezed you into the bed. "Fuck" you whispered when you saw that part of his cheek under the scar, his shoulder with his chest, and his arm were covered in black dragon scales. His hair became light and long, and his eyes, like your tattoo, burned with a golden glow. He bit into your skin with his teeth, making you scream in pain. "Wait" you tried to stop him, but his strength was too great. He continued to torture your body with teeth and claws, staining the white sheets with your blood. "Oh god..." you gasped as his cock pushed its full length into you. Too big and ridged, it seemed to grow inside you with each hard thrust, causing incredible pain. I wonder if you could survive if he tore you apart.

His growl made everything inside you clench with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Yoongi" you moaned, grabbing his hair. "Yoongi!" you screamed, forcing him to finally meet your gaze. "Min Yoongi, be with me!" you moaned, kissing his cheek that was covered in dragon scales. Yoongi froze as you hugged him, sitting him down on the mattress, running your tongue over his cheek. You exhaled as the scales turned back to skin. You continued to leave kisses on his shoulder and chest until there was no trace of the black silk dragon scales left. Even his cock inside you had become more human-sized. You rocked your hips, making him moan loudly, closing his eyes. "You're back," you smiled widely as Yoongi's hair and eyes darkened again.

You laughed at Yoongi's shocked look. It seemed he really hadn't been himself this whole time. "_______" he breathed out your name...

"Admit it, has any girl ever survived sex with you?" you giggled, enjoying his completely shocked and confused look.

"My dick inside you..." he practically whispered, looking at you with wide eyes.

"You're observant," you laughed. "I like it so much better like this!" you said slightly sitting up and sitting on him again, moaning softly.

"Oh.. wait" Yoongi growled, squeezing your hips, not letting you move.

You pulled him towards you, making him sit on the bed. "I got so much pain from you" you whispered touching his lips. "Now I would like to get as much pleasure from you" you moaned, kissing him.

"I'm not sure if I won't lose control from desire again" he said stopping you, trying to pull away.

"Then I'll give it back to you again" you ran your tongue over his scar hugging him, making him moan softly. You chuckled feeling a shudder go through his body.

You moaned, finding yourself pressed into the mattresses, while Yoongi kissed and licked your body going down. His tongue drove you crazy playing with your nipples. You gasped when his mouth covered your clit. Your eyes widened, lifting your head sharply as a tongue that was too long and too big pushed inside your pussy. "Yoongi," you gasped, meeting his dark eyes. "Fuck" you moaned from the pleasure his tongue was giving you.

He laughed softly "It seems you don't mind some dragon parts in me after all"

"Only in this case and only this part" you chuckled moaning, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you with his long tongue. Your whole body was shaking, you were so close... You whimpered as he pulled away from you.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore" Yoongi growled, forcing you to look at him. He laughed as you looked at him carefully. "I can't hold back the urge to fuck you" he bared his teeth, pushing his entire length into you.

"Fuck" you moaned, arching, unable to cope with this pleasure. "Yoongi..."

"Yeah, like this..." he growled, squeezing your neck. "Remind me who I am!" Yoongi said, biting into your lips.

You couldn't control the tears that rolled down your cheeks from the excess of emotion and pleasure. Your whole body felt like it was breaking from trying to cope with it. You moaned loudly as Yoongi sped up his thrusts. You hoped that he was as close to orgasm as you were. Yoongi continued to thrust into you mercilessly, practically growling in pleasure. You gasped as your whole body exploded into tiny pieces from the intense orgasm.

You opened your eyes and it took you a few seconds to remember where you were. Did you pass out from the orgasm?! You tried to figure out if it was early morning or if it was already evening...

You froze when you tried to turn around and saw a strong arm wrapped around your waist. He squeezed you tighter, pulling you back to his chest as you tried to free yourself from his captivity. “It seems like you finally came to your senses...” he muttered, biting your neck. Your whole body shook as he ran his tongue over the bite mark on your neck.

“One night with you could really kill you,” you moaned, pushing him away.

Yoongi laughed, running his hand through your hair. “One night? Apparently the pleasure erased your memories of the past week.”

“What?!” You stared at him in shock. “A week?” your mouth laughed in surprise.

“What?” Yoongi shrugged and laid down on his back. “It’s your own fault for rashly attacking someone who had been abstaining for hundreds of years.”

“Crazy,” you breathed out...

“Even though you don’t remember... you liked it and asked me not to stop...” he broke into a smug smile, making your heart skip a beat.

You sat up on the bed, looking around at the destruction in the room. “And what should I do...” you said, sighing as Yoongi hugged your waist, resting his head on your lap. “Now I don’t really want to die when you act like this and make my heart flutter.”

. . .

You fell onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. After your words, Yoongi practically turned into a statue before disappearing without saying a word. You’re being avoided... again! Although this time you weren't really looking forward to meeting him, even though you wanted to see him. Now you understood why Yoongi's voice was filled with pain that night. No matter what, you were going to die, and he was going to live on... and neither of you could change that.

You need to talk... you thought as you got up from the bed. You opened the door and froze when you saw the box on the floor in front of the door. You picked it up before walking over to the table. You opened it and saw a note with beautiful handwriting.

- Use this... and live! -

You picked up the cloth and looked in surprise at the dagger that was inside. Your eyes widened when you saw dried blood on the blade. What the...

Your eyes widened when you realized what the note meant, and what kind of dagger was in front of you now...

This is your answer... You were practically seething with anger. You gave me a weapon that could kill you and you tell me to live after that?! You fell to the floor as tears filled your eyes. There are only two options for us: either I die for your life, or you die for mine.

But what should we do, both options don't suit you... why can't you both live...

You wondered when you should die? If you asked Yoongi, did he answer your question? Or does he also not know when it should happen. Does it depend on how much you should fall in love with him and be willing to give him your life voluntarily?

How complicated it all is...you lay down on the floor covering your face with your hands. Okay...you got up from the floor and headed to Yoongi's room.

You chuckled as he flinched at your appearance. "Such a big dragon is scared of his bride?" you said as you walked inside.

Your jaw clenched as he immediately looked at your hands. Sitting here, waiting to die at my hands? You thought as he let out a disappointed sigh. "Why are you here?" he asked, turning back to the book in his hands.

"I wonder...would you ask me that question if I had your present in my hands?" You practically spat the words out.

Yoongi closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "No." He replied, still with his eyes closed.

"Wow, you're honest." You chuckled, walking closer to him. "If that's the case..." You snatched the book from his hand, throwing it across the room. Yoongi finally looked at you as you sat on his lap, facing him. "Will you answer the other question so honestly?" You moved closer, whispering in his ear.

"______." He practically moaned your name.

"You know when this is going to happen, right?" You slowly placed light kisses on his neck, making every muscle in his body tense.

"______" he groaned again. Yoongi gripped your hand tightly as you unbuttoned his shirt, giving you access to his body.

"There is no set date..." he growled as you bit the skin on his collarbone. "The dragon just knows the moment when it must take your life."

As you thought, it all depends on your feelings... You chuckled, realizing that maybe that moment had already come...

"Stop" Yoongi squeezed your hips as you rubbed yourself against his cock.

"Your body is so much more honest" you chuckled, squeezing his hard, bulging dick.

"Please" Yoongi growled, closing his eyes as you ran your fingers along his length.

"I don't want to" you said, pulling his pants down, releasing his dripping member from arousal. "I'm going to enjoy you until the very end" you moaned, guiding his cock into your pussy. Yoongi groaned loudly as you sat on him, taking his cock completely inside you. "Regardless of whose end it will be" you said, biting into his lips.

You chuckled as the next moment you found yourself pinned to the bed. Yoongi's kiss was a reflection of pure madness. Your body was filled with heat from the crazy combination of both tenderness and cruelty that Yoongi had unleashed on you. This time he didn’t hold back. Allowing himself to do whatever he wanted to you but he held himself back so much. You chuckled at the fact that this time he wasn’t afraid of losing control because he knew you would bring him back to his senses. Your heart was on the verge of stopping from the feelings that suddenly overwhelmed you. He ran his tongue over the trail of your tears, pushing himself hard into you.

“You did a good job holding back last time,” you groaned in pain as his teeth sank into your skin. You ran your fingers over his lips, wiping the trail of your blood from them. You slapped him hard across the face as his eyes turned golden. A loud roar filled the room before Yoongi���s eyes turned dark again.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, turning you onto your stomach. He pulled your hips away from him, putting you on all fours in front of him. His fingers gripped your hair tightly as he thrust into you hard. He continued to fuck you mercilessly, pinning your arms behind your back with his other hand. Your body exploded with orgasm, but he didn’t even notice your trembling, lost in his own pleasure.

You laughed before moaning loudly. He turned you on your side, throwing your leg over his shoulder, giving himself access for deeper thrusts. You clearly should have been afraid of dying not from the claws of a dragon, but from sex with Yoongi.

Your body arched in pleasure as Yoongi came inside you, squeezing your neck. He sank his lips into yours, kissing you. You moaned as the gentle kiss became more passionate. “I want more,” Yoongi growled, meeting your gaze.

“Is that a request or just a statement of fact?” you laughed as he began to move inside you again.

"Request" Yoongi grinned, bracing his hands on the mattress.

"So I can refuse" you moaned, each of his thrusts driving you crazy with overstimulation.

"You can try..." You moaned in pain, staring at him with wide eyes as he pushed his finger into you along with his cock.

"Fuck, Yoongi" you grabbed his hand, trying to pull away. "What the fuck are you doing"

"Showing you how much your insatiable pussy wants my cock inside it." He flipped you over onto your stomach again before pushing his finger into your ass. "Or should I show you that it's not just your pussy that craves my cock inside it"

Your body was shaking with pleasure. Yoongi's cock pounding into you with force and his finger slowly sliding into your ass took the pleasure to a whole new level. But what surprised you even more was that you wanted more. 10 minutes ago you were begging Yoongi for mercy, now you wanted to beg him to give you more.

"Just look at that slutty body" Yoongi laughed running his tongue down your spine. He pulled out his cock and finger making you whine from the loss of pleasure.

You gasped loudly as his long tongue ran over your crotch "Yoongi"

"Last time you liked what I could do with my tongue in your pussy" Yoongi growled pushing his tongue deep into your pussy. "Let's see how happy your ass is with my long tongue"

His fingers stretched your butcheeks as his tongue groaned circling the tight ring. You moaned as his tongue came inside. You could feel the tight muscles relaxing more and more under the pressure of the hot tongue that slowly licked and pushed into your ass.

You heard a soft laugh and only then realized that you had started rocking your hips against each shallow thrust of Yoongi's tongue, wanting more. "So impatient," Yoongi slapped your ass. "Wasn't someone going to tell me to stop?"

"Please," you moaned, making Yoongi laugh louder.

"Please, what?" Yoongi taunted you, but you didn't care.

"Please fuck my ass with your long tongue," you moaned, wiggling your ass as you were slapped again.

"Fuck, yeah, baby. That's it." Yoongi stretched you out, pushing his tongue into your ass. You couldn't control your moans. His hot, ridged tongue was fucking you, making you go crazy.

"Get on the bed." You moaned, and he looked at you in surprise when you stopped him by gripping his hair.

"What..." Yoongi didn't finish his sentence when you ran your tongue over his cock. "Slutty." He moaned, pulling your hips towards his face.

You slid your tongue over his cock and balls, making him moan loudly. The thrusts of his tongue became harder as his cock slid into your mouth the entire length.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore." He growled, biting your ass. "Sit on me." He growled, running his hands down your waist. "Ride my cock."

"Lecher!" You chuckled at his impatience. You wrapped your hands around his cock, guiding it into your pussy. You rocked your hips but he squeezed them hard, making you stop.

"Not that one, I want to be inside that one!" Yoongi moaned, pushing two fingers into your ass.

"Yoongi," you gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain from his thrusts. "You want to put that in my ass?" you gaped at his cock as he shook his head happily. "You really get off on the sight of my blood, don't you?" you chuckled. "If you move I'll kill you!" you growled.

"I hope you do it anyway," he chuckled, and your jaw tensed. "Sorry..." Yoongi ran his fingers gently down your back before sitting up and leaving a few equally gentle kisses on your skin.

"I guess we got distracted," you ran your fingers down his cock. Yoongi groaned, resting his forehead on your back. His tongue was definitely making your tight hole more pliable, you thought as his head slid inside. But his size was too big to take easily. You rocked your hips slowly, each time going down an inch. Fuck, you growled in pain, and that wasn’t even the half of it…

“Baby,” Yoongi growled before the sound of wood breaking filled the room. “Stop teasing me!” your mouth fell open when you saw the broken pillar at the head of the bed, which Yoongi had his hands clinging to. “Or do you need my help?”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you gasped in pain as Yoongi squeezed your shoulders, pressing down. “Stop!!!” you tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Too deep!!” you practically cried as he sat you all the way down on his cock. Forcing you to take his entire length.

"That's it baby." Yoongi dug his fingers into your hips, not allowing you to pull away even an inch. "See, you just needed a little help." Yoongi growled as you gasped for air, unable to make a sound.

Yoongi sat up on the bed, holding your body tightly, making you shake in his arms. You exhaled, completely relaxing in his arms as the pain began to subside. You moaned as Yoongi covered your clit with his fingers, slowly circling it. Your moan grew louder as Yoongi squeezed your thigh with his other hand, making you rock your hips. Yoongi's growl filled your body with heat. Yoongi moved his hand to your other thigh, making you move on his cock again. You growled, digging your nails into his hands, trying to stop him.

"If you keep squeezing my cock like that, it'll be even harder for me to control myself," Yoongi hissed.

"Oh, is that your idea of ​​control?" You laughed at his words...

He gripped your hair, turning your face towards him as he kissed you. You lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock, shaking in pleasure. Yoongi moaned into your mouth as you did it again. You pulled back, bracing your hands on the mattress in front of you, continuing to slowly slide up his cock. "Fuck," you moaned. It felt good, too good... Yoongi gripped your hips, making your movements more abrupt. Yoongi shifted forward, pressing himself against your body, bracing himself on the mattress with his hand next to yours.

He pulled out before thrusting hard, the entire length of him. You growled in pleasure and pain. "Does it hurt?" Yoongi moaned, stopping, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"Yes" you moaned, one movement from him and you were already on the verge of losing your mind. "Don't stop"

You shook from his low laugh before he thrust hard. You couldn't control the shaking that only got stronger from his merciless movements. The pleasure practically broke every bone in your body and your vision blurred. You fell onto the bed when your arms were no longer able to hold you up. Yoongi pulled your hips, lifting your ass high in the air. The orgasm crashed through you, locking your body in a strong spasm. Yoongi growled as you squeezed his cock tightly.

You choked, spitting out blood as Yoongi's claws appeared and dug into your throat, piercing your skin. You screamed in pain as his fangs sank into your back. You moaned as Yoongi began to move inside you again. I should have grabbed the knife, you thought, laughing quietly as your wounds began to heal. Yoongi fell on top of you, squeezing you tightly in his arms as he came. He hugged you so tightly that it felt like your ribs were about to break, although you wouldn't be surprised if they were already broken. You didn't know how much time passed while you just lay in each other's arms. You felt the pain completely leave your body, leaving only the warmth that Yoongi's embrace caused.

"Is there a way to have sex with you without bleeding so much?" you laughed, looking at the red sheets that were originally white...

You sighed in relief as Yoongi's embrace weakened. "Forgive me" Yoongi whispered barely audibly. You closed your eyes fighting back tears when you felt tears running down Yoongi's cheeks, dissolving on your skin.

"Torn my body apart, tore my soul apart and just disappeared... Bastard!" you chuckled turning onto your back when he suddenly disappeared.

You exhaled loudly when the next moment Yoongi was above you, biting your lips with a furious kiss. This man... his kiss was so emotional that you didn't even notice when tears began to roll down the corners of your eyes.

You opened your eyes sharply and tried to pull away when you felt cold metal in your hand. "Yoongi" you moaned into his mouth when he continued to kiss you, not giving you the opportunity to either pull away or break the kiss. His fingers squeezed your hand, forcing you to completely grasp the hilt of the dagger in your hand. A low growl filled the room as Yoongi pulled away from you. You couldn't move from the pain as his claws dug into your other arm. Your eyes widened in fear when you saw that part of his face was covered in black dragon scales. But what shocked you more was that only one of his eyes had turned golden. Was Yoongi really fighting the dragon without letting it completely take over him. It was now or never... the annoying voice inside kept repeating over and over, reminding you of the dagger in your hand. No, there had to be a way... please... You couldn't say a word because of the tears that were choking you from the agony that Yoongi was in while fighting the dragon.

He really was a bastart... he had put you in a bind and left you with no options except one. Everything blurred because of the tears that were flowing uncontrollably from your eyes. Even the pain from the wounds the dragon continued to inflict on you paled in comparison to the weight of the choice you had to make. You gripped the dagger tightly before stabbing it into Yoongi's chest with all your might.

"Jerk," you whispered as Yoongi's face broke into a tender smile. He ran his fingers down your face before collapsing onto the bed next to you, bleeding. You couldn't help but sob as you watched Yoongi slowly die in front of you.

"I love you," Yoongi whispered, running his bloody hand down your cheek.

"Yes...," you whispered as you sat down next to him. "I love you too," you placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling the dagger out of his chest. And before he could reach you, you stabbed the dagger into your heart, collapsing onto Yoongi's chest. You spat out blood that rushed up your throat. Fire burning you from the inside, is that what Yoongi felt now? Poison that filled your veins and slowly but surely took away your life. Darkness swallowed you leaving only hellish pain.

. . .

The ringing sound came out of nowhere, muffled... You exhaled loudly as the cold air filled your lungs almost choking you. You tried to open your eyes, but your whole body hurt too much. You only slightly opened your eyes, trying to get used to the too bright light that blurred everything in front of your eyes. What the hell was going on here, you tried to understand, when the pain slowly began to recede. You opened your eyes, trying to see at least something...

What is this, you asked yourself when your vision returned and you saw the sky and the tops of tall trees. You ran your hand over the damp grass you were lying on. You still continued to hear the sound of your phone, which was ringing. You turned your head, looking at the trees that were around you. You saw a bag lying not far from you. You stretched out and stared in surprise at your hand covered in white cloth. You took out your phone when it stopped ringing. You sat up, looking at yourself, or rather the white dress you were wearing. You turned your eyes to the phone when it rang again. You looked at your friend's name that flashed on the screen in surprise.

"Hello," you answered, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Hello there," your friend's cheerful voice confused you even more. "Where are you?"

"What?..."

"We were supposed to meet, where are you?"

"On the forest glade," you answered, completely confused.

"Oh god, don't tell me you really went to that glade to check out those dragon stories the guys told you yesterday?" she laughed.

"Yesterday?"

"Are you okay?" your friend's laughter turned to surprise. "Yes, yesterday. Did you drink too much last night? Do you have a hangover?"

"I... no... wait... you said we met yesterday?"

"Phah... oh, we should drink less, otherwise it seems like you've gotten lost in the days" your friend laughed

"Impossible..." you whispered, cutting off the call.

You stood up, looking around the clearing, which was too familiar. It definitely happened here. That day when the dragon kidnapped you. You looked at your body, you were wearing the same dress as then... but why did your friend say that it was yesterday... after all, so much time has passed. "Yoongi" you exhaled, looking around the glade, but you were alone. You touched the place where a moment ago there was a dagger in your chest, but now there was not even a trace left. What the fuck is going on here, your consciousness refused to accept the situation. You grabbed the phone and froze in shock... how... you sighed, looking at the date. It was really that day when you decided to come to this forest glade.

What is even happening. Why... was everything that happened just a dream. How is this possible, it was all too real. What about Yoongi, did he even exist or was it just your subconscious? No way, you could still physically feel every touch and kiss that Yoongi left on your body. You kept looking around, wanting to find even the slightest confirmation that Yoongi existed... that all of this wasn't just a dream...

"Are you okay? Are you lost?" you shouted jumping up and down when an unfamiliar voice came from behind you. You turned around and stared at the forest ranger who was looking at you with concern.

"You could say that," you whispered when you realized that tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"My car is not far from here, and if you need help from the police.."

"No," you cut him off abruptly. "Can you give me a ride to the nearest taxi stop?" you had to get home first and then figure out what the hell happened.

Few months later:

Month after month, you searched for the castle in the forest every day, but all your searches were a failure. Could it be that everything that happened to you was really just a dream? Maybe you really went crazy and it blurred the line between reality and a dream. Maybe you should still contact a specialist, as your friend advised. Your friend practically moved in with you after that day in the forest because of concern.

"We need to hang out," your friend said entering your room. "Remember?" she said putting a flyer on your desk. "Last year it was a lot of fun there," she smiled already rummaging through your wardrobe picking out an outfit for you, although you hadn't even agreed yet for whatever it was. You grinned picking up a flyer advertising a night market of the dragon.

"Well, at least something remained the same," you whispered...

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea, you thought as you found yourself with your friends at a noisy market. It seemed like you could breathe for the first time in a month. The night market was lit up with colorful lanterns, crowds of people were dancing and singing to the music and the smell of delicious food was intoxicating. You laughed, watching your friends dance, reminding you of the forgotten fun.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” you told your friend before heading through the crowd towards the food and drink area. You froze when an all too familiar silhouette caught your attention. “Yoongi,” you whispered. You felt your insides tighten into a tight knot. Was it your imagination playing tricks on you again, but before you knew it you were already heading through the crowd towards where Yoongi had been standing a moment ago. You continued to mindlessly wander through the rows of people, hoping to see him again. You gasped when you tripped over a cord lying on the ground, falling forward. You closed your eyes, putting your hands out in front of you, but a strong hand grabbed your waist before you could touch the ground. You exhaled as you found yourself back on your feet. You turning sharply towards your savior. You froze, your mouth hanging open as your gaze met Yoongi’s. It was him, he was really there, you tightened your grip on his hands that were still around your waist. You took a step forward approaching his lips, but he turned his face away, taking a step back from you. You froze and your eyes widened, filling with tears. Despite the familiar face, he was not the one you knew, you thought when you saw that there was no scar on his eye. Just as there was no hint that the person standing in front of you was the one you were looking for...

"Sorry" you whispered silently because of the tears that choked you.

You stepped back, turning away, unable to look at this face anymore. A strong hand grabbed your face and hot lips covered your mouth. The kiss lasted only a moment, but it contained all of eternity, all of the feelings and memories!

Yoongi smiled at you and a wave of mixed feelings washed over you! Love, hate, resentment, anger, happiness - everything mixed together. You hit him in the chest "Idiot" you couldn't stop the tears, continuing to hit him. "How could you just show up only now and act so cold to me? I hate you!" You continued cried.

"You're right! I really am an idiot if I thought I could live this life without you..." Yoongi laughed, holding you tightly in his arms. The warmth of his body filled you to the brim. It really was him, your Yoongi, your dragon.

You hugged him tightly, breathing in his familiar scent. For the first time in couple month, your mind and heart found peace in his arms. "If you think about playing with me again, I'll kill you," you muttered, pressing your face into his body.

"If you kill me, I'll really die," he laughed, lifting your face up. "Sorry it took so long," Yoongi said, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. "It turns out that becoming a human is much more difficult than being a thousand-year-old dragon," Yoongi said as he took out an ID card from his pocket, making you laugh out loud.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" you asked incredulously, looking around.

"No," he squeezed you tighter, making you wince in pain. "This is all real! Ouch.." he winced as you hit him again.

"Don't even think I'll forgive you so easily for making me go through all this hell alone!"

"I'm really sorry! I didn't think your memories were preserved too." He lifted your hand, leaving a kiss on your wrist where the gold tattoo was. Your eyes widened at his words and you grabbed his hand.

You exhaled loudly when you saw that there was a burn scar on his arm in the form of a tattoo. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt until you saw the scar left by the dagger in the middle of his chest.

"Baby, I don't mind you stripping me naked, but there are too many people around. Especially these few people who are watching us with their mouths open."

You quickly removed your hands from his chest when you remembered where you were. You turned around and cursed when you saw your friends standing there with their mouths open in surprise. Right, you went to get drinks...

"I'm glad you're okay." Your friend said, looking at your sincere smile. "You don't have to call me if you don't come home today." She winked at you, pulling the rest of your friends with her, leaving you alone with Yoongi, making you laugh.

Your laughter turned into a quiet moan when Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you against his body. "And if you don't show up for a week, then should you call her?"

"If you plan on fucking me for a whole week, then you'll have to call an ambulance instead of my friend!" You slapped his hand, which was gripping you tighter.

"I didn't think I'd start missing the time when you were the dragon's bride!" He snorted in displeasure, making you laugh.

"So cocky... your powers are not dragon-like anymore either, are they?" You turned around, hugging him.

"Well... I don't turn into a dragon anymore," He chuckled.

You stared at him. "That's not what I asked," You took a step back in disbelief. "Yoongi?"

His smile turned into a smirk. He took your hand, pulling you along with him. He turned the corner of the food tent, and you found yourself in a spacious living room. "I'm still learning what my 'not dragon-like' powers are!" He laughed, looking at your shocked face. "But I wasn't completely lying..." He said, walking over to the table, picking up the letter opener. He ran the blade over his finger before holding his hand out to you, showing you the small cut. "Now I need a band-aid for this." He smiled widely at you.

"Crazy," you whispered in disbelief. "I'm leaving" you snorted turning towards exit.

"Do you really want to leave?" Yoongi hugged you from behind, lightly biting the skin on your neck, making you gasp. “There’s nothing left that can hurt you,” he whispered, trailing kisses down to your shoulder, pulling your tank top off one of your shoulders. You let out a breath as he ran his other hand down your body before squeezing your breast.

"Yoongi," you bit your lip as his fingers pinched your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. You couldn't help but moan as his fingers slid under your shirt, squeezing your other nipple.

He ran his tongue up your neck. "Kiss me," he whispered in your ear, making you gulp loudly.

You turned your face towards him, letting him take over your lips. The kiss was so unusually gentle that it overwhelmed you with emotion. He pulled away abruptly when he felt tears on his fingers. You laughed at his confused look.

"I don't remember my tears ever making you stop." You chuckled. "This is definitely something new. Can't say I like it though." You grabbed him by his half-unbuttoned shirt, pulling him back against your body.

A shudder ran through your body as you caught the dangerous smirk on the corners of his lips before he smashed his lips onto yours. He picked you up heading towards the bedroom. He threw you on the bed knocking all the air out of your lungs. You watched his every move with lust. He took off his shirt sending it to the floor before unbuttoning his pants. "And how do you expect me to control myself when you look at me like that?!" he growled grabbing your ankle pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“I don’t remember asking you for such silly things,” you pressed your foot against his chest, dragging it down before pressing down on his boner bulging out of his pants. He hissed squeezing your ankle harder.

"Then should I call an ambulance right now and have them stand outside my door?" he growled, getting rid of your pants in one motion. "Mmm..." he looked over your body with a hungry gaze. "Which sweet hole should I start with today?"

you squealed as you found yourself on your stomach and a hard slap landed on your ass. "Oh fuck..." you moaned. Yoongi pulled your hips up against him, pushing you to your knees. You moaned as his face pressed into your crotch. His tongue licked you hungrily.

"Has my baby just gotten even more delicious or am I just that hungry for you?"

"Yoongi" you moaned as his tongue pushed into your pussy. His fingers pushed into you replacing his tongue.

"Now I have to be more careful in preparing you" he growled adding another finger. "It's going to be bad if these sheets turn red," he growled, biting your butt cheek as his fingers slowly stretched you.

"Your hand is all wet from my pussy and you're still doing some fucking prep," you growled, no longer able to take the heat inside you that was craving more than these almost gentle thrusts. A quiet but genuine laugh made you blush completely, from your impatience. "Forget it. Leave me alone!" you snorted, falling forward, burying your face in the sheets as Yoongi's laughter grew louder. Yoongi lay on top of you, pinning you to the mattress. His hands squeezed you and you moaned, biting into the sheets as his cock slid inside you the entire length. "Are you sure you want me to leave you?" Yoongi growled, white slow deep thrusts. "Fuck," you moaned. The position made his cock seem even thicker, making you gasp in painful pleasure.

"Yoongi.. wait" you continued to moan his name as his hand pushed between your body and the mattress covering your clit.

"How I missed you moaning my name" Yoongi moaned, continuing his sweet torture. His fingers circled your clit and his thrusts became faster, making you cum with his name on your lips. "Yes, my baby"

You exhaled loudly as he rose above you. His knees squeezed your hips tighter and his hands rested on your lower back digging his fingers into your skin. The hard thrust made your body shake.

Sounding slaps and ragged groans, similar to growls, filled the room. You were completely lost in your pleasure while Yoongi pounded into you with hard thrusts.

Yoongi's loud moans turned into almost a scream as he fell on top of you, squeezing your body hard. He pulled out of you, continuing to rub his cock against your ass, covering your back with cum. His movements and moans were chaotic, while he was completely lost in his orgasm.

You laughed softly when you felt Yoongi's cock become hard again. "You know..." you said as you found yourself in Yoongi's arms as he laid down next to you. "The idea of ​​an ambulance waiting outside your door doesn't seem so stupid anymore," you groaned from the pain in your entire body, after only one time with him.

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More Min Yoongi x Reader:

SOLO

New director (smut)

I want be your boyfriend! (smut)

Open lesson (pt.1) (fluff)

Open lesson (pt.2) (smut)

Welcome to my dark side… (angst)

Miss u… (smut)

SERIES

ONE NIGHT:  Part 3: Bad, bad girl (smut)

TRAP: Part: [0,5] [1] [2] [2,5] [3] [4] [4,5] [5.25] [5.5] [5.75] […] (bl, smut)

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LIST  (BTS & GOT7)

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[iamyoursinblog]

OFFICE

Summary:

He is CEO, you are his assistant! It's about time to reveal your deepest secrets!

Kim Namjoon

. . .

To: Jung Hoseok Subject: FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!! - Fuck, Hoseok! She's driving me crazy! She's wearing that hellish dress again! If I get convicted of rape, I'll be completely acquitted just by showing the jury this fucking dress! I want to fuck her so badly! I totally fucked up, how am I supposed to focus on her words when all I can think about is what kind of lingerie she's wearing under that damn dress! Just kill me! Best regards, Kim Namjoon -

He pressed send and his heart dropped to the floor, shattering into a million pieces, when he saw that you were automatically added to the CC.

He jumped out of his chair and ran to your office at full speed. He burst into your office and you looked at him in surprise, looking up from your phone. He grabbed your laptop and threw it with all his might at the wall when the sound of an incoming message sounded. You chuckled and looked away from Namjoon to the pile of shards that your laptop had turned into.

"And was it worth smashing a laptop with important information because of an email that can be read on a phone?" you asked calmly, turning the screen of your phone to show his message. Namjoon froze, stopping a breathe. "Interesting reading," you looked at the screen again, causing a chill to run down his skin. "Especially about the jury," you chuckled.

"It was a mistake," he muttered through clenched teeth.

"A mistake? And what kind of mistake? That I read it or that you wrote it?" you looked at him, standing up from your chair. "Or is it a mistake that I catch your vulgar glances on my body?" you took a step towards him.

"Are you trying to play games with me, _____?" he growled as you ran your fingers over the bow on your neck.

"Haha... My dear, Namjoon, what are you talking about... I already won all the games the moment you hit the button send." You laughed softly as you stood in front of him. "Oh right.." Your smile sent heat straight to his groin. "You were wondering what kind of lingerie I was wearing under this dress." You said with a wide smile and pulled on the silk ribbon. Namjoon fell to his knees along with your dress, which fell to the floor.

"Fuck." He groaned, looked at you hungrily. You walked over to the table and he almost choked on his saliva as you sat on the edge, spreading your legs wide in those tiny panties. You put one leg on the chair and leaned back, resting your palms on the table.

"Now, my dear boss! Show me your oratory skills in settling a case of damage to the company's property." You said, looking at him defiantly.

He moaned along with you as you grabbed his hair, pushing his face into your pussy.

Min Yoongi

. . .

You quickly gathered up the papers with the report updates and headed to Yoongi's office. Leaving the folder on the table, you returned to the office and began to pack your things, preparing to leave the office.

Yoongi entered your office and you looked at him in surprise, since he entered without knocking. He did not even look at you, continuing to examine the sticky note in his hand. Fuck, it seemed like all the blood froze in your veins when you saw that sticky note in his hand was red, and not yellow. Your eyes widened remembering how you wrote this note while watching him talk on the phone with a problematic client.

- He hot as hell when he tries to hold back so as not to lose control! -

"I'm not quite sure what part of your report this applies to" he said, turning his gaze to you.

"I... it's a personal note" you said, trying to snatch the sheet of paper from his hand. He pulled his hand back, causing you to take a step towards him.

"And how often do you find me so hot?" his gaze turned playful.

"Not as often as I'd like." You ran your fingers along his wrist before snatching the note from his hand.

"That's weird." He said, advancing on you until you were pinned to the wall by his body. "Haven't you noticed, I'm always on the verge of losing control when you're around." He growled, pressing his lips against yours.

"Yoongi." You moaned as his fingers gripped your hips, pushing your skirt up.

"Now I'll show you what happens when I lose control."

You moaned loudly as you found yourself pinned to your desk, his cock pushing its full length into you.

Kim Seokjin

. . .

He placed his empty whiskey glass on the table and headed to the terrace. He took the empty wine glass from the table as you left the noisy room with a bottle of wine and a glass. He silently followed you as you walked deeper into the garden, away from the noisy party.

"Tired of the noise?" his voice made you turn your head in his direction. He chuckled when your expression didn't show surprise at his presence.

"You could say that," you said, filling your glass with wine before taking a sip.

He laughed softly, walking closer to you, pressing his chest against your back. He squeezed your hand that held the glass. He brought your glass up to take a sip of wine, pressing his lips to the mark of your lipstick. "Didn't you bring an empty glass?" you chuckled as he stepped back, letting go of your hand.

"Yeah, but I thought your glass would taste better." he said, stepping around you to come face to face.

"You look too fancy for a simple party."

"And you look too hot for a boss."

"Shouldn't I fire you for saying that?" he chuckled, sitting down on the garden bench.

"Shouldn't I sue for harassment for the way you've been looking at me all evening?" you said cheerfully, taking another sip.

"Hah... I give in... you win." He laughed at your frankness.

"Then I want a prize."

"Fair enough.." he smirked. "Ask for whatever you want." He said, looking into your eyes.

You walked closer, setting the unfinished wine down next to him. You turned to look at him and he gulped loudly at your gaze. "You!" you smirked, covering his lips with a kiss.

He moaned into your mouth. You found yourself on top of him, while your fingers quickly unzipped his pants. "Fuck," he growled as you sank down onto his length. "I've been dreaming about this since the very first time we met," he moaned loudly as you rocked your hips, sliding on his cock again.

“So there are two such fools who lost so much time playing around with decency,” you laughed.

Jung Hoseok

. . .

You rolled your eyes when the guy you were on a blind date with showed up at your office with flowers. Crazy, you huffed under your breath, shoving your hands into your pants pockets, holding back the urge to slap him just for showing up here.

“Hi,” he practically beamed, smiling widely at you. “I’m so glad to see you.”

“Shut up,” you growled, looking around at your coworkers who were looking at you and the guy with curiosity. “Follow me.”

You walked down to the underground parking lot in silence, and in the same silence, you walked to the farthest corner to avoid unwanted stares.

“I told you not to show up at my work,” you snatched the bouquet from his hand, throwing it aside.

“I missed you so much! But you haven’t answered any of my messages or calls...”

“Isn’t it obvious that I’m not interested in you?” you ran your hand over your face, feeling a headache.

“Give me at least a chance, I’ll do everything so that you don’t regret it... I...”

“I don’t want to!” you answered sharply, cutting off his words.

“At least tell me the reason?”

“I don’t like your hands.”

“What?!” he stared at you in shock

“I said I don’t like your hands.”

“Is that all?”

“Isn’t it obvious? If I don’t want your fingers inside me, I won’t want your tongue or your cock inside me.” You rolled your eyes when he blushed at your words.

You turned on your heels, taking a step towards the elevators. You turned the corner, but froze, meeting Hoseok’s gaze, who was emotionlessly watching you, leaning against a column not far from where you were. Damn, you cursed under your breath. You bowed to him as you passed him. You were glad that your boss hadn't said a word, even when they were in the same elevator.

The day had been so busy that you hadn't even noticed it was that late. Although, thankfully, the talk about you had quickly died down. You chuckled when the parking lot was empty. Is there really someone else in the office besides you, you thought when you saw the back of another car next to yours, still rummaging through your bag for the key. You walked around the front of the car, raising your head and stopped abruptly. Hoseok was sitting on the hood of the car that was parked next to yours. The silence that hung there was almost deafening, but you clearly didn't want to be the one to break it. Hoseok's gaze was so heavy that you clutched your bag tighter, hiding the sudden trembling in your hands.

Hoseok stood up and slowly walked to the passenger door of his car. He opened the door and looked at you again. It wasn’t even a suggestion or a request, it was a silent order! Your heart was beating so loudly that it seemed like it could be heard from across the parking lot.

You walked up to his car, getting into the passenger seat. You chuckled that even now, neither of you said a word. You drove in the same silence, and the silence wasn’t broken until the moment the front door of his apartment closed behind you. You exhaled loudly when the next moment you were completely pressed against the wall by Hoseok’s body. He dug into your lips, kissing you hungrily. You would say that it surprised you, but you knew this was how this night would end when you met his gaze in the parking lot.

Hoseok practically ripping your clothes on his way to the living room, wanting access to your body. You moaned when he pushed his fingers inside you with force. “Fuck,” your moan turned into a quiet laugh. Was Hoseok jealous of that guy...

"I'm not jealous, I'm angry!" Hoseok growled, as if he could read your mind. You squeezed his wrist, smirking at his behavior.

"The only one who should be angry here is me," you said, running your tongue over his fingers. "Because you're the reason why other guys are nothing but disgusting."

"That's how it should be," he turned you around, pinning you to the table before pushing his entire length into you. "Because you should belong only to me!"

Park Jimin

. . .

You ran into the elevator before the door closed. And immediately regretted it. After all, Jimin was standing in the elevator with you, watching you with interest.

"It's late enough for a personal assistant," Jimin said, looking at his watch.

"As well as for a boss who left the office half an hour ago." You chuckled. "Are you following me?" You snorted, and froze when you realized you blurted it out loud.

"What if my answer is yes?" Jimin asked, leaning against the wall of the elevator.

"Be careful, I might win the game you're trying to start," You chuckled, turning towards him. It only took him one step to be right in front of you.

"Then try me..." He chuckled, pressing the stop button.

He was staring at you, but you weren't looking away, not wanting to lose. Your faces were so close and so far apart.

"You know what pisses me off the most?" he growled, closing the distance

"Very interesting to hear"

"Your dresses that perfectly hug every curve of your sexy body, driving me crazy every day"

You grinned, lifting your chin higher. "And you know what pisses me off?"

"And what is it?"

"That despite all my attempts to drive you crazy, you still haven't fucking done anything!" you growled, kissing him.

Jimin pressed you against the wall, sliding his hot tongue into your mouth. His hands were squeezing your body tightly, making you melt under his onslaught.

Kim Taehyung

. . .

You stood on the edge of the roof, your hands on the railing, watching the lights of night city. You took a drag from the cigarette in your hand before blowing out a puff of smoke, watching it slowly dissipate into the air. You chuckled as a gust of wind gave away the presence of another person on this empty roof.

“You like to break the rules,” you chuckled as Taehyung finally revealed his presence.

“I’m the CEO’s assistant,” you chuckled, still looking forward. “I have privileges.”

Taehyung walked up to you, his hands on the railing, his shoulder almost touching your. “Do you come here alone at night so I can catch you?” he asked, turning towards you.

You chuckled, putting out your cigarette. “Do you often prey on workers who are in deserted places at night?” You turned towards him, meeting his gaze for the first time.

He ran his fingers over your ID badge ribbon before tugging on it, making you take a step towards him. “Only on someone who provokes me so openly and brazenly on a daily basis,” he growled, twirling the ribbon around his fingers, making you step closer.

You ran your fingers over the open collar of his shirt, lightly brushing against his hot skin. “Let’s call it fair price for having erotic dreams of you every night.” You chuckled, continuing to slowly slide your fingers over his broad chest, moving lower to his waistband.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you fully against his body. His nose ran down your neck, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. “Then what price should I set for cumming every night in my sleep because of dreams of you?” he growled in your ear, squeezing your ass, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

You moaned as you found yourself pinned against the wall by his body. His fingers gripped your hips, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his fingers slid into your pussy. "Fuck so wet and ready for me," Taehyung growled, unbuttoning his pants before thrusting hard into you, his entire length.

Jeon Jungkook

. . .

“What?” Jungkook asked you, breaking you out of the stream of sexual fantasies that had completely consumed you.

“Uh?” You blinked, realizing that you clearly missed half of what he was saying.

“Do you always look at people like that?” Jungkook tilted his head, looking at you carefully.

“No,” you looked down at the documents.

“So only at me? I hope only at me,” a smirk spread across Jungkook’s face.

You looked up to meet his smug gaze. You chuckled, leaning back on the back of the chair. “Yes,” you answered, looking at him intently.

“Even so... what were you thinking, if your gaze was so seductive?”

“About how beautiful your thin long fingers would look on my neck while you fucked me hard on this table,” your answer made him inhale loudly, his mouth hanging open in shock. “or about how you put me on my knees and put your dick in my mouth, making me choke... ah... there were so many thoughts that it’s hard to say which one caused that look”

You smiled contentedly, looking at Jungkook, who was speechless from shock. “Anyway... let’s call it a day. It seems like this meeting has failed...” collecting the documents, you stood up from the table and headed for the exit.

You exhaled sharply when a strong hand grabbed the waistband of your jeans, pulling you sharply back. “Seriously...” Jungkook practically growled in a low voice, pulling you towards him. “Do you think you can leave so easily after such a statement?!” his quiet laughter filled your body with heat.

“It seemed likeyou were too shocked... I didn’t want to embarrass you even more,” you answered, swallowing loudly. Jungkook covered your belly with a wide palm, completely pressing your body to his.

“I just didn’t expect such a cute little angel to actually be a pure devil” Jungkook nuzzled your neck, lightly nipping at your earlobe. His hand slowly moved up your body before gently squeezing your throat. “I was shocked that I missed it, wasting so much time playing the good guy around you” you hissed in pain as his teeth sank into your shoulder. He turned you to face him, squeezing your neck tighter. “But it turned out I shouldn’t have suppressed the urge to fuck you the very first second I saw you!” he pushed you hard against the wall.

“Jungkook...” you started to say, but he moved his hand to cover your mouth, squeezing your jaw tightly.

“No no no, baby...now it’s my turn to reveal the dark desires you’ve been causing me since the very first time we met” his fingers tangled in your hair, squeezing it tightly. “Open your mouth” he ordered.

You moaned as his hot tongue pushed into your mouth. You didn't care that you were in the office... and even if someone walked into the office now, you wouldn't care about that either... all you could think about was Jungkook's cock, which was rubbing against your stomach eagerly as he unzipped your pants. You moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you found yourself pinned back against the desk with his cock deep inside you.

"You were right!" Jungkook growled. "It really is a beautiful sight!" Jungkook gripped your neck tightly, thrusting hard into you.

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The smart aleck!

Pairing: Reader x Jung Hoseok

Genre: smut

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You sat at the bar, watching the colorful lights playing with the whiskey in your glass… it had been a long time since you had such a stressful week. And what are you even doing here, you asked yourself, looking around the crowded nightclub. Today, even the atmosphere that you liked was not exciting. Just go home, you ordered yourself, taking a sip.

But you wanted to go to an empty apartment even less…

What the ..., you snorted in irritation when someone stood in front of your table, blocking the colorful lights that played in your glass. You looked up and looked at the guy who continued to stand in front of your table, looking at you. Maybe if you were in a better mood, you would even be interested in the attention of such a handsome guy like him. But now there was nothing but indifference.

You took a deep breath, leaning back on the couch, looking indifferently into the eyes of the guy who was smiling widely at you. You sat there in silence, trying to figure out what this guy wanted from you.

The guy leaned forward, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "This is usually my seat."

You chuckled at the brazen statement. "So what?"

"I don't mind sharing my couch with a hot girl like you." He said, looking you up and down.

You barely resisted the urge to roll your eyes. What a jerk, you thought to yourself. You braced your foot on the couch, blocking his path as he tried to sit at your table. "But I do. I'm sure you can find another couch with a girl you can handle." You sent him a death glare.

He laughed, taking a step back. He sat down in front of your table, resting his elbows on the low table, causing him to kneel in front of you. "Wow." He slowly slid his eyes down your body. "Are you this bossy in bed too?" he tilted his head to the side slightly, biting his bottom lip and winking at you.

"Wow." You leaned forward, resting your forearm on your knee. "And such a cheap pickup actually works?" you glared at him, feeling disappointed at the comment. You picked up the glass, pouring the rest of the whiskey into the ice bucket before placing the upside down glass back on the table. You shook your head, looking this overly confident guy up and down. You stood up and headed for the exit without saying a word.

. . .

Maybe it was that guy at the club or maybe you were just too tired, but even after the weekend, your irritation was still there. "What's going on?!" you cursed as some idiot parked right in front of you in your parking spot. "Hey, are you blind?" you yelled angrily, getting out of the car.

"Why?" a smug voice said, and your jaw dropped to the concrete floor with a thud as the guy from the club got out of the car. "Did you want this spot?" he asked, grinning widely at you. Wow, this idiot really is immortal, you stared at him, your mouth hanging open. "Or do you want this hot guy who parked in this spot?" he winked at you, and your eyes grew even wider.

He blocked his car and headed towards the elevator, leaving you standing with your mouth open in the middle of the parking lot. What the hell? you breathed out. This idiot works for your company? You've never wanted to fire someone as much as you did this guy, even though you didn't know who he was. You walked up to the elevators and huffed in annoyance when you saw him go up to the IT floor. Hell, that was the only department you weren't in charge of.

You walked into the IT director's office, throwing your bag on his desk. Seokjin looked at you in surprise, crossing his arms over his chest. "Good morning to you too!" He chuckled as you continued to fume.

"Fire him! Now!" you growled.

"Who?" Seokjin laughed.

"The smug jerk with the pretty face!"

"Me?" Seokjin pointed at himself before laughing. "You remember my condition for agreeing to head this department, right?" he stared at you

"Yeah," you snorted, plopping down on the couch. It wasn't like you were expecting results, but such a quick rejection upset you. You lay down on the couch, covering yourself with a blanket.

"And yet..." Seokjin asked laughing, sitting down next to you. "Who are you so eager to fire that you even came to my office in person?" Seokjin lightly patted your back. "Seeing you like this, I wonder if I should keep someone like that in my department if he upsets you so much." Seokjin put his arm around your shoulders, lifting you off the couch.

"I don't know," you snorted. "I've never seen him in the company before."

"Then why did you even think he worked for me?" Seokjin stroked your hair, calming you down.

"He went up to your floor, it's impossible to do without a pass"

"I don't want to brag, but all the guys in my department are handsome. I can't deny that at least once a day I don't think of them as jerks" Seokjin laughed, and you smiled at his words too. "Now we need to narrow down the suspects" Seokjin smiled widely, getting up from the couch, pulling you to your feet with him. He walked over to the window that replaced one of the walls, overlooking the entire floor.

You stared in surprise when you saw a crowd of models near the lounge area. "And how long have our models been so into IT? And the most interesting thing is, how did they even get to this floor?" you asked Seokjin, pointing your finger in their direction. 

Seokjin laughed. "This has been a common sight in my department lately. As for how they ended up here… I already told you that all the guys in my department are handsome, and apparently they actively take advantage of it,” Seokjin shook his head. You were even more surprised when you realized that they were surrounding the guy who made them coffee. Your eyes widened when the guy turned around and turned out to be the idiot from the nightclub. 

“Him!” you said, pointing at the guy who continued to giggle and flirt with your models. “He’s the smug jerk with the pretty face!” you snorted, crossing your arms over your chest. So he’s not just overconfident, he’s also a playboy. So many “talents” in one person. 

“I’m afraid I definitely can’t do that,” Seokjin laughed. “You paid too much for him to fire him now.” Seokjin hugged your shoulders lightly, patting you comfortingly. 

“What?” you stared at Seokjin in surprise. "Wait..." you shook your head, walking away from Seokjin, still staring at him with wide eyes. "What's that..." 

"Yeah, that's Jung Hoseok." Seokjin replied, and you turned back towards the lounge. You were surprised to see Hoseok's eyes now looking at you, ignoring the girls around him. A smirk appeared on his face, which you wanted to wipe away with a slap. 

. . . 

He stood in a circle of models who giggled at his every word. Too easy, he thought, feeling bored. He chuckled, remembering the girl from the club. Wow, that was an aura. But he was even more surprised when he saw you on his way to work in the morning, especially when you pulled into his work parking lot. He couldn’t help himself, taking the parking space you were about to pull into, wanting to bring back the confusion you left him with at the club. He had never been rejected before. It was even interesting. He turned around and his coffee almost fell out of his hand when he saw you in the office of the director of his department. But what angered him even more was that Seokjin was hugging you. Are you two dating?, he thought, watching Seokjin laughing sincerely, hugging you. Now he regretted becoming so close with Seokjin. It would be too wrong to steal a friend's girlfriend, right?, he asked himself in his mind as your eyes met. His smile widened as you huffed in annoyance, turning your back on him. He barely had held his laughter as he felt the excitement of your reaction. 

He watched you as you walked out of Seokjin's office, heading towards the elevator. Either way, he should ask you what department you work in. Before he could finish his thought, he was already heading towards the elevator. He was glad that the lobby was empty, allowing the two of you to talk in private. 

"Now I'm even more interested in you," he said, appearing behind you. 

"For the highest paid programmer, it seems you have way too much free time, Mr. Jung Hoseok," you said, not even turning to look at him. 

"At first I wanted to ask what department such a sexy girl works in, but now I realize it's probably finance, since you know about my salary," he chuckled, walking around you, standing in front of you. “That’s not fair.” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest, leaning on the wall behind him. “You can ask your boyfriend who I am. But if I ask Seokjin who his girlfriend is, that would be too weird.” You finally looked at him before chuckling. 

“Mmm,” you shook your head, “That would be really weird,” you smiled widely at him. Looks like he really is going to have to steal you away from his friend, he thought as his heart skipped a beat. 

He stopped the elevator door, causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance. “If I come to your floor, will you have coffee with me?” Whatever reaction he was expecting, your laughter was the last on the list. He looked at you in surprise as you laughed, clapping your hands.

“Yeah!” you smiled widely at him. “I’ll personally make you coffee if you come to my floor,” you gave him a thumbs up as he let go of the door, letting it close. He looked at the door in surprise, realizing that he had gotten this "yes" way too easily, especially considering your reaction to him. He looked up, looking at what floor you were going up to. Wait, isn't finance below their floor, he thought, watching the elevator go up.

 He was surprised when the elevator stopped at the top floor. He looked at the department board, surprised when he saw CEO written next to the top floor. You were the CEO's assistant? Not bad, he grinned, stepping into the next elevator. He scanned the card and clicked on the top floor, but access was denied. He stared at the panel in surprise, he had checked every floor, and he had access to the entire building except the top floor. He stepped out of the elevator, heading to his office, grinning. Now he sees why you reacted that way. He walked into his office, sitting down at his computer, wondering if he should hack into the security system so he could have coffee with you. He smiled widely, leaning back in his chair. He looked forward and met the gaze of Seokjin, whose office was opposite, who was watching him with a smirk. Hoseok stood up and headed towards Seokjin's office.

"Your girlfriend knows how to impress," Hoseok said, walking into Seokjin's office without knocking.

 Seokjin laughed as he looked at Hoseok as he sat down in the chair across from him. "Girlfriend? And what kind of impression did my girlfriend give you?"

 "Desire to take her away from you." Hoseok smiled as Seokjin's smirk appeared on his face.

"You made quite interesting an impression on my girlfriend too." Seokjin laughed softly.

 "Who has access to the top floor?"

 "If you don't count the CEO, then every department head and the CEO's personal assistant." He said, pointing to his pass, which was a different color.

 "So, your girlfriend is the CEO's personal assistant?" Seokjin just chuckled at his words. "Although I have another question. Will I be punished severely if I hack the security system to go to the top floor?" he asked and Seokjin looked at him.

 "Why are you so interested in the top floor?"

 "Your girlfriend promised to make me coffee if I came to her floor." Hoseok said smugly, wanting to make Seokjin jealous, but he just laughed.

 "That's interesting," Seokjin said with a wide grin, taking his ID card off his neck. "Here, I can lend it to you for a while."

 "You're not even jealous that your girlfriend wants to have coffee with me?"

 "Wrong." Seokjin shook his head before smiling widely. "You want to have coffee with her, not she wants to have coffee with you. As a programmer, you should understand how different these algorithms are, regardless of the same result." Seokjin handed him the ID card with a satisfied smile. "So, should I lend you my ID card?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow, looking at him challengingly.

 Hoseok snorted, waving his hand away from Seokjin. "I don't like too easy solutions, hyung." Hoseok stood up and headed for the door but stopped. "Are you so confident in your girlfriend that she won't choose me over you?" Hoseok turned around, looking at Seokjin.

 "Hwaiting!" Seokjin smiled smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.

 . . .

 You stared at the door in surprise as Seokjin stumbled into your office, practically choking on laughter. "That's new!" you raised an eyebrow at Seokjin, who couldn't stop laughing.

 Seokjin clapped his hands, giving two thumbs up, plopping down on the couch. "Wow!" Seokjin said, still laughing. "Just wow!!!"

 "I feel like I've lost my ability to process information," you shook your head, trying to figure out what was going on.

 "Honey, why are you offering to make coffee for another guy?" Seokjin pouted before he burst into laughter again.

 "I don't know what to hit you for first: for calling me 'Honey' or for annoying me with your laughter without explaining the reason?" you rolled your eyes.

 "Hoseok," Seokjin said, wiping away the tears that were streaming down his face from laughing. "He thinks you're my girlfriend. And he wants to take you away from me. Oh yeah... he also thinks you're the CEO's assistant." Seokjin said, trying to calm down. "By the way, he's probably going to hack the security system to get to your floor."

 "Wow," you shook your head. "He really is overconfident."

"How did you two meet?" Seokjin turned to face you. "I'm dying to know why he's so into you, and why he irritates you so much. He's clearly not the type to chase girls so desperately..."

 "You can ask your friend," you chuckled, sticking your tongue out at Seokjin.

 "Okay," Seokjin chuckled, taking his phone out of his pocket. You looked at him in surprise as he dialed the number and put the call on speaker.

 "Yeah, hyung," a deep voice answered, and you immediately recognized Hoseok.

 "How did you meet my girlfriend?" Seokjin asked, and you raised an eyebrow at Seokjin.

 "Oh, now you're finally starting to care," Hoseok laughed. "She made me kneel down. And I really liked it so much. So if I were you, I would seriously think about not losing your sexy girlfriend, because I will definitely do anything to end up on my knees in front of her again." Hoseok laughed and hung up.

 "Um, sounds like you had a fun first meeting." Seokjin turned his gaze to you.

You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. Ah, so that's how you saw our first meeting, you thought in your mind. "I guess so. Aren't you going to the meeting?" You said, pointing to the clock on your wall.

"Okay, I'll leave that open for now, love." Seokjin chuckled before walking out of your office.

After work, you walked down to the parking lot and huffed in annoyance when you saw Hoseok sitting on your hood. "You really have too much free time if you keep showing up in front of me."

"Chasing you is more fun than working."

"Then quit." You said, crossing your arms.

"I'm afraid our CEO won't be pleased to hear that comment. There's a reason I'm the highest paid programmer."

"Yeah, your resume is way more impressive than your personality." You muttered under your breath. "What do you want?"

"You!" He grinned. "I decided to take you away from your boyfriend."

"Yeah, I heard something like that before..." You chuckled. "It's pretty dusty here," you said, pointing to the floor in front of you.

"I knew you heard our conversation with Seokjin." He stood up from the hood of your car, walking closer to you. "I wouldn't mind if you made me kneel in front of you on this dusty floor." His gaze turned seductive. "I promise, you'll definitely enjoy this" Hoseok said as he came closer to you looking at your short dress. You placed your palm on his chest, pushing him away from you.

You laughed and clapped your hands. "Wow, you really are too confident if you think every girl dreams of spreading her legs in front of you" you shook your head. "Like I said in the club, finding a girl in your league who will tremble and flow with excitement just because you looked at her" you patted his shoulder before getting into your car.

. . .

He stared at your car as you drove away. Oh, your words definitely angered him. It seems you are the one who is too confident in yourself, he muttered under his breath as he walked towards his car. What? A girl in his league... let's see what you say when you end up in my bed. He slammed the car door hard before starting the engine.

In the morning, he got to work and headed straight to Seokjin's office. Seokjin stared at him as he walked into the office without knocking, extending his hand towards him

"Interesting start to the day" Seokjin looked at Hoseok in surprise.

"Pass" he said, trying to contain his anger. Your words had been swirling around in his head all night, keeping him awake.

Seokjin laughed. "I hope you realize that there are only two people on the floor you want to go to."

"Don't be afraid, hyung. I'm not going to get caught by the CEO. I'm not that reckless." Hoseok took the pass and headed to the elevator. He pressed the top floor, taking a deep breath. He got off at the floor, and chuckled when he saw you digging through paperwork with your back to the elevator. "You know, your words really pissed me off yesterday," he said, resting his hands on your desk.

"Excuse me?" he stepped back when a complete stranger girl turned around and stood in front of him. The girl's eyes widened slightly when she met his gaze, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. "Can I help you?" the girl asked sweetly. It seemed like his heart had just dropped into his heels. Seokjin's words made sense now. He could almost feel the irritation as the girl continued to smile sweetly at him and blush, showing him her interest in him. "Do you have an appointment?" the girl asked, breaking him out of his stupor as he digested the information about who you were.

"You could say so..." Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, feeling his anger turn into shock. Now it made sense why you weren't even looking in his direction. He'd heard a lot about you, but he couldn't even imagine someone so handsome and young in this position. He stared at the door with your name on it.

"Did you find the documents I asked for..." You walked out of the office and froze when you saw him.

"Sorry, I was just looking when that young man came in."

You walked up to him, causing him to take an involuntary step back. You chuckled at his reaction. You took the pass he had in his hand and rolled your eyes at the name on it. "This idiot is seriously asking for punishment!" you practically growled. You turned your gaze to your assistant before pointing Hoseok towards your office.

He walked into the office and chuckled, you really were in a different league, he thought as he looked at the luxurious interior. You walked back into the office with a cup in your hands and walked past him, placing it on the coffee table next to the couch. "Sit down," you said, pointing to the couch, sitting down in the chair. "A promise is a promise," you chuckled, pointing to the coffee on the table.

"I didn't... I... I apologize for my behavior," he said, bowing politely to you.

"Look, you even have manners" you chuckled and he could feel his body tense up. "After finding out who I am, all your confidence magically disappeared" you laughed at his silent demeanor. But what could he tell you. He really had no idea that you were the CEO. But it irritated him even more when he remembered your assistant's reaction to him, proving you right about him.

"I still want to kneel in front of you..." he muttered, looking at the floor.

"Go ahead" you said, pointing to the carpet next to your feet. He obediently got up from the couch and walked over to your chair before kneeling next to your feet. "What's next, Hoseok?" your cold tone made him freeze in his tracks.

"How's your coffee break going?" Seokjin walked into your office without knocking. "Oh... Am I at the wrong time?"

Hoseok let out a sigh of relief, he had never been so happy to see Seokjin. He really didn’t know what he was going to do next. “I’m pretty sure we’re done here,” you chuckled, watching Hoseok. “Or is there another answer to my question?” You leaned forward, causing Hoseok to involuntarily lean back. He quickly hushed his head before practically running out of your office.

He walked into the elevator, taking a deep breath before sliding down the wall to the floor. And what were you going to do, kneeling in front of her, he asked himself mentally. He really was so used to all the girls dreaming of his attention that he was completely lost in front of someone who was completely indifferent to him. But why did that only make him want to be with you even more? He walked into the office, falling helplessly onto the couch. It’s not like you’re really dating, Hoseok muttered, looking at Seokjin’s pass. He had made the wrong conclusion, but neither you nor Seokjin corrected him.

At the end of the work day, he walked down to the parking lot, heading towards your car. He leaned on the driver’s door, waiting for you. He chuckled that you only came down when the parking lot was completely empty, except for his and yours. cars.

“You work too much,” he said as you walked out into the parking lot.

You sighed, rolling your eyes when you saw him standing next to your car. “I thought we cleared this up in the office,” you said, crossing your arm over your chest.

“No,” Hoseok shook his head. “We were interrupted. Regardless of the circumstances, I want you more than ever,” he chuckled.

“Sex?” you met his gaze, but your face was a mask of emotion. “Okay,” you shook your head. You looked at your car, snorting. You turned and walked towards his SUV. He stared at you, not quite understanding your reaction. “Are you just going to stand there?” you raised an eyebrow before opening the back door of his car.

“What?” he asked, incredulous, walking up to you.

“Get in the car,” you ordered, pointing to the back seat. He got in the car, feeling completely confused by your behavior. You got in the car, closing the door behind you. He silently watched your every move. “Who would have doubted it,” you grinned as you opened the glove compartment and took a condom from there. You squeezed the edge of the package with your teeth, sitting on his lap from above, lifting your dress up. 

It felt like all the air left his lungs as you quickly unzipped his pants. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, stunned by your behavior. Is this reality or is he dreaming, he asked himself as your fingers squeezed his half-hard cock, moving along its entire length. He sat there with his mouth open, watching as you put the condom on his cock. It felt like he was just watching from the sidelines, not participating in what was happening. “Oh my god,” he breathed out as you guided his cock into your pussy, taking his entire length.

You moaned as you sank all the way down onto his cock. His fingers dug into your hips as you rode his cock. None of this felt real... He tried to gather his thoughts, but the pleasure completely clouded his mind. “Fuck,” he growled as you braced your hands on the seat and began to move faster on his cock. “Fuck...” He moaned, he couldn’t hold back his loud moans. It was way too good. You covered his mouth with your hand, causing him to only muffled moans into your palm. You moved your other hand to your clit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, throwing his head back onto the seat as your pussy squeezed his cock with force... There was no way he could hold back the orgasm that washed over him. He closed his eyes as the pleasure practically tore him apart. You pulled your hand away from his mouth, pushing against his shoulder as you came moments after him, moaning loudly. He was out of breath as he tried to come back to his senses. His eyes snapped open as his car door slammed a moment after you got off of him.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asked himself, sitting with his pants unzipped in the empty car. You just fucked him and left?! He stared out the window, watching your car leave the parking lot. Did I just get fucked? he asked himself incredulously. He laughed, getting rid of the condom. Wow... so this is how the girls I fucked in the club felt and left them right after I came. Oh, I should definitely apologize to them... He had never felt used before. He chuckled, meeting his own eyes in the rearview mirror. Wow, you really were something! He laughed, moving into the driver's seat.

. .

He stepped into the elevator in the morning and stared at the panel when after he scanned his badge, the button for the top floor lit up too. You had to be kidding him, he practically growled when he pressed your floor and the door closed, lifting him up. He didn’t even look towards your assistant who smiled widely at him as he headed to your office.

“Am I your sex toy now?” He asked, getting your attention as he walked into your office without knocking.

You looked up, the mocking look in your eyes only angering him further. “You don’t want to?” you chuckled, leaning back in your chair.

“No!” he growled.

“Okay,” you shrugged before turning back to the papers in your hands.

“What? That’s it?” He stared at you, dumbfounded, at your reaction, or rather lack thereof. “The only option I have is be a sex toy?” He yelled at you.

“You said you didn’t want to. I’ll find another one,” you answered calmly, not even looking up from the paperwork.

“What the fuck?” He asked, loudly slapping his palm on your desk. “You fucking decided to joke like that?” He yelled across the room.

“Why?” You looked up at him, but your face was still emotionless. You leaned back in your chair, looking him over from head to toe.

“You just fucked me... That’s it? And now I’m either your toy that you use or nothing, or what?” He was seething with anger.

“Yes,” You shook your head indifferently. "What, when someone does to you what you do to others, you don't like it as much?"

"So this is your way of punishing me?"

"Punish?" you laughed loudly. "You wanted to sleep with me back at the club, I gave you what you wanted, so why are you so mad at me now? You didn't think I'd fall in love with you after your dick was inside me, did you?" His jaw tensed at your words. "You did? Oh it's even cute…" you chuckled. He growled, sweeping all the papers off your desk in one motion. Fuck, he seemed to have gone too far, he thought, looking at the mess around your desk. But your words erased the ability to control his anger.

You rolled your eyes, getting up from your chair. "You can go back to work after you clean up the mess after you," you said, walking past him indifferently to the exit.

He flinched when the door to his office closed with a loud thud. "Fuck," he growled, sitting down on the floor. He screwed up.

. . .

"You got a new position?" he jumped in surprise when Seokjin's voice sounded behind him. "I thought you were going to ditch work." Seokjin laughed at him.

Hoseok rolled his eyes as he was kneeling in your office, picking up papers he'd scattered on the floor. "You could say that," Hoseok snorted in annoyance. He did have a new "position."

"Good luck. I hope the pay is just as good." Seokjin laughed as he walked out of the office.

Hoseok stared at the door, realizing Seokjin had walked in without knocking. Not that he had knocked... But it wasn't the first time Seokjin had walked in without knocking. Although, you wouldn't have slept with him if you had any kind of relationship with Seokjin, right? The thought kept haunting him.

“Don’t you have work to do?” You asked as you walked back into the office. He chuckled as he sat on the couch, waiting for you.

“Don’t I have a new position?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “What if you need your toy now?” He chuckled, squeezing his cock through his pants.

“I thought you gave up on that,” You sat down at your desk, looking up at him.

“What’s your relationship with Seokjin?” Hoseok asked, getting up from the couch.

“So suddenly?” You chuckled.

“Are you sleeping with him?” Hoseok’s jaw tensed.

“Does it matter?” You leaned back in your chair, looking at him.

“Yeah!” He growled. “I’m not going to share you with anyone!”

You laughed at his words. “Fucked you once and you think you have some right to tell me what to do and what not to do?” His jaw tensed at your words.

“Yyyaaaa!” He yelled, slamming his palm on the table.

“Ya?!” Your gaze turned cold, causing him to step back. “You seem to have completely forgotten where you are and who you’re talking to right now, Hoseok!”

“Sorry,” his voice was barely above a whisper. He quickly bowed and practically ran out of your office, not wanting to make his situation any worse. Fuck, what should he do. He exhaled loudly, resting his forehead on your door.

“Are you okay?” your secretary asked, reminding him of her presence.

“Yes,” he replied coldly, heading towards the elevator.

. . .

You chuckled when you found Hoseok standing next to your car in the parking lot again. Such an obedient puppy.

“What is the reason for this time to see you?” you asked, walking closer.

“If I had an answer to that question, I wouldn’t be standing here like an idiot,” Hoseok muttered under his breath.

“Sex?” you asked, pointing towards your car.

“Am I your dildo?” he snorted in displeasure.

“I thought we settled this in the office. Anyway...” you shrugged, heading towards the driver’s seat. You chuckled at the quick footsteps behind you. Hoseok’s hand closed the door as soon as you tried to open it.

“You’re too cruel,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder.

“What do you want, Hoseok?”

“If we met somewhere else instead of the club, would we have a chance at a normal relationship?”

“No,” you said without thinking and he chuckled. “If it weren’t for that night, we would have never met. Besides, it’s unlikely that you approached me at the club with the idea of a *normal relationship*,” you said, pushing him away from you. “It’s not like I was thinking about any kind of relationship while fucking with you...” You turned to him, giving him a cold look. “So stop acting like an innocent boy in love, it doesn’t suit you.” You said, getting into your car before leaving the parking lot.

. . .

He growled, throwing his phone on the bed. He had sent you over 30 messages, but you hadn't responded to any of them... He laughed at how pathetic he looked now. He had turned into the ones he despised so much. It wasn't that he didn't get you, or that he couldn't continue having sex with you... but the fact that his opinion was completely ignored was driving him crazy. It was all up to you... and if he wasn't happy with your terms, he would simply be replaced. But why was he so desperate to cling to even such an opportunity as being your personal sex toy? Love? Nonsense for naive romantics... and he certainly wasn't one of them. His pride? Ego? That he was always the player? What specific sore point was your behavior pressing on, forcing him to drown in a frantic desire to own you or to be own by you, turning him into an addict, dependent on your every breath, in just a couple of days...

He headed to your office as soon as he arrived at work. He practically sighed in relief when he saw that you had just arrived at work and were heading to the elevator. You didn't even look in his direction when he said hello, entering the elevator with you.

"I texted you yesterday," he finally broke the silence.

"I saw," you answered without even looking at him.

"Then why didn't you answer?" he practically growled at such blatant disregard.

"I did," you gave him a cold look, turning to look at him. "With silence."

He took a step towards you, but you held out your hand with the folder in front of him, stopping him. "Decided to amuse the guards?" You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with displeasure. He stepped back, pressing the button for the underground parking.

"You better follow me unless you want to give the guards content that even P***Hub would envy!" he growled as the elevator door opened. He tasted victory as you walked out with him, following him up the stairs.

He opened the door for you to enter before he walked in himself. He smiled, turning to face you. He let out a loud gasp of shock as he received a hard slap across his face. He stumbled back, losing his balance from the unexpected blow. "Again?" You asked through clenched teeth as he reached out for you. Oh, he really pissed you off this time. He shook his head, stepping back. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "I think I really did go crazy thinking that sex would make you leave me..." you huffed in annoyance.

"Yeah! I admit it! You're right!" he raised his hands up admitting his defeat. "If it weren't for that night at the club we wouldn't have met each other... and the fact that at that moment you were nothing more than a catch for one night to me..." he ran his hand over his face feeling his despair in every word. "But here we are, in an acquaintance that happened as it happened" he took a step towards you, but you stepped back. "Is there really no chance that instead of destruction and scandals, there could be something else?" he asked, meeting your gaze.

"Hoseok..." you shook your head. "Why?"

"I don't know!" he raised his voice. "I don't have an answer to that fucking question!!!" he practically growled. "The only thing I know is that I don't want to let you go, no matter what that means! Sex or being your dildo - okay, as you wish! If you want to make me a piece of the furniture in your office - just do it! If you tell me to be rug under your desk - tell me what color suit to wear to match with your shoes! Anything... just let me be with you" he stepped forward, biting into your lips, pressing your body tightly to his. It seemed he even stopped breathing the moment you responded to his kiss and hugged him back. He grinned, that was the first time he had first sex with someone earlier than a first kiss... Although with you from the very beginning everything was not as usual, and he was glad about it!

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More  Jung Hoseok x Reader:

I SEE ONLY YOU (smut)

Dance practice (smut)

Sleeping beauty (smut)

Show (smut)

Fiance (smut)

Unworthy of love.(?) (angst, smut)

The LOOP (fluff)

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Part 1:  Movie night

Part 2:  Shower time

Part 3:  Bad, bad girl

Part 1 POV Jungkook

Part 2 POV You

Part 3 POV Jungkook

Part 4 POV You

Part 5 POV Jungkook

Part 6 EXTRA

Part 0,5: Favor (fluff) POV Jungkook

Part    1: Lollipop (smut) POV You

Part    2: Birthday gift (smut) POV Jungkook

Part 2,5: What about me? (fluff) POV Taehyung

Part    3: Dinner (smut) POV Yoongi, Taehyung

Part    4:  Fabulous show!  (smut) POV You

Part 4,5: Private show  (smut) POV Yoongi

Part 5.25: Nuna (smut) POV Taehyung

Part   5.5: R-P-S (smut) POV Jungkook

Part 5.75: Hyung (smut) POV Jungkook

Part      1:  Trifle (POV You)

Part 1,25:  Fury (POV Hoseok)

Part   1,5:  Sick (POV Yoongi)

Part 1,75:  After silence (POV You)

Part      2:  Anger (POV You/Hoseok/Youngi)

PART 1: POV YOU

PART 2: POV Taehyung

PART 3: POV YOU

PART 4:  POV Taehyung

PART 5: POV YOU

PART 0: POV Jungkook/You/Taehyung

PART 6: POV Jungkook/Taehyung/You

PART 7: POV You/Taehyung/Jungkook

PART 8: POV Taehyung/You /Jungkook

PART 9: POV YOU

PART 1: New Character p. 1 POV You

PART 2: New Character p.2 POV Namjoon

New director (smut)

I want be your boyfriend! (smut)

Open lesson (pt.1) (fluff)

Open lesson (pt.2) (smut)

Let’s go on first date! (smut)

Welcome to my dark side… (angst)

Miss u… (smut)

Help me (fluff, smut)

Roommate (smut)

Phone call (smut)

Thunder ( smut )

The next time I’ll win! (smut)

Girl in my dream (fluff, smut)

Tiny smile (smut)

Your ex (fluff)

Again… (angst)

Temptress! (smut)

Illegirl (smut)

Friend of my friend (smut)

I’m sorry, but I love you (angst)

Rabbit hole (smut)

I love you! (fluff)

Important question (smut)

Close the door! (smut)

Ice queen (smut)

Five minute (smut)

At late night (fluff)

Wicked game (smut)

Boy (fluff, smut)

Let me cognize you! (fluff, smut)

I’m better than a toy! (smut)

Fools (smut)

2 am (smut)

Boxer girl (smut)

All my firsts times! (smut)

Moaning (smut)

Room 607 (smut)

Take it! (smut)

I need u! (angst, fluff) + B𝚎̶𝚜̶𝚝̶AD FRIEND!

Kiss me… (smut)

Two side of you (fluff)

4:44 a.m. (smut)

Not a dream anymore! (smut)

Hugs! (smut)

It can become a reality (smut)

Dance with a devil (smut)

The way you look at me (fluff, smut)

Hotel loneliness (fluff)

Day off (fluff, smut)

I SEE ONLY YOU (smut)

Dance practice (smut)

Sleeping beauty (smut)

Show (smut)

Fiance (fluff, smut)

Unworthy of love.(?) (angst, smut)

The smart aleck! (smut)

Jung Hoseok/Park Jimin/Kim Taehyung x Reader

The LOOP (fluff)

Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jungkook:

Everything that you dream about (smut)

It’s just a game (BL, smut)

My turn! (BL, smut)

Secret sign! (smut)

Wrong time! 

Smirk 

That dress!

Enemies

KISS

Peeping

Just dance

Simple plea

Bossy

M A N I A C

Chance meeting (smut)

Green-Eyed Monster (smut)

Weakness(smut)

I saw an angel (smut)

Hidden beach (fluff, smut)

Habit (smut)

Hell girl (fluff, smut)

Special breakfast (smut)

Girl, what more beautiful than moonlight (fluff)

Secret (smut)

The window (fluff, smut)

Ah, that’s what love is! (fluff)

Our nights (smut)

Sofa (smut)

Angel of death(pt.1) (—)

I am your present (smut)

Perfect mistake (smut)

Masquerade (fluff, smut)

It’s not what I want… (fluff, smut)

2:05 am (smut)

Not a DJ! (fluff, smut)

Autograph (fluff)

개새끼 (gaesaekki) (smut, agnst)

Halloween party (smut)

Part 1: Park Jinyoung x Im Jaebeom

Part 2: Park Jinyoung x Im Jaebeom (feat. Reader)

Part 3: Park Jinyoung x Reader x Im Jaebeom

Part 3.5: Park Jinyoung x Reader x Im Jaebeom

Part 4: Reader x Im Jaebeom x Park Jinyoung (Paused)

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Finally our kings back! Let's f... love them fully!

I SAW AN ANGEL

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 4,3 k

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You were sitting at the bar and you could feel a scorching look on your back. You knew exactly who it was.

As soon as you walked into the club, you immediately noticed a group of guys at the back table by the wall. There were seven of them. But you saw only one pair of eyes captured you and didn’t take your eyes off you for a second while you walked to the bar. You haven’t seen people as beautiful as them in a while. Judging by the way some girls reacted to them, they were most likely celebrities. No wonder. It’s like they’re came off the cover of fashion magazines. You sat your back to them, you didn’t come to the club to take a guy out for the night or meet someone. You weren’t interested dating. You loved to enjoy the atmosphere of the club. It was your way of de-stressing. You always chose a place at the end of the bar, where the light was as dim as possible and the music wasn’t too loud.

“Like always?” you heard a familiar voice as you looked at the dance floor. A bright smile greeted you when you turned your head to the bar. Because you used to come often, you knew almost every bartender at this club.

“Hi. Yes, please,” you smiled back.

“How are you doing? Although judging by your outfit, not very good.”

“When my mood doesn’t good my outfit different from the usual outfit choice?”

“Oh yes! Definitely! It becomes more explicit, but not so much that you are mistaken for a whore. And the glance turns too imperious, especially for someone who is not interested in dating” he described you gesticulating with a bar spoon, like a conductor’s stick.

It made you laugh out loud, “Thanks to you, my mood is always great.”

He put a cocktail in front of you “ Poor guys go bankrupt on days like this buying you a drink trying to get at least a minute of your attention. You urgently need to date someone!”

“Thank you, but I’m fine. And by the way, you’re welcome, that I’m raising your sales”

“Okay, okay… Thank you so much, it’s so kind from your side.” he smiled. “By the way you know them” he nodded toward the table with the handsome guys. “I heard they’re a famous boyband from South Korea. Some girls went crazy when they showed up. What’s there to say about girls, even if I’m almost fall in love in them. They looks like a million dollars. I’m so jealous!” he said.

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Girl, what more beautiful than moonlight

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3,8 k

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‘How tired I am’ he drove in a car through the night city. He dreamed of getting to his shelter and drinking beer. It was a difficult day, today the schedule was crowded. After a hard day’s work, he always went to the roof of the house to admire the stars and the night city. No one ever went there, even though the door wasn’t close. In the corner of the roof stood a wood outdoor daybed, he often lay there admiring the stars. Today was beautiful weather and the sky was clear. On the way home, he stopped by the shop and bought beer and snacks. He took a shower and changed his clothes. When he going up the stairs, his phone rang.

“Hi. What are you doing?” say his friend’s cheerful voice.

“Hi Jaebeom. I’m back home and I’m going to have a beer.” he answered

"Again going to sit half the night on your roof?”

“Maybe not half a night”

“Forget about your roof. Get dressed and come to us. We’re going to get drunk tonight, we’re going to go to the club to meet someone. You’re too young to spend nights alone.”

“Another time. I’m really tired today. I want to rest after a busy day.”

“Oh do what you want. Whatever. Sit on your roof in lonely!”

“Okay, okay… Don’t get mad… I promise next time I will definitely go with you.”

“I’m hanging up. Unlike you, I have what to do in this evening, I’ll go and meet some beauties.” Jaebeom hung up without waiting for an answer. He laughed. That’s why every time he decides to spend the evening alone. He opened the door and went out on the roof. The fresh breeze refreshed after a hot day. He reached out looking up into the sky. He walked towards the daybed without taking his eyes off the stars. He spent so much time on the roof that he could move around with his eyes closed.

“Beautiful evening,” he said addressing the stars.

“You’re right, the weather is great.” He froze with surprise. Looking towards the daybed, he saw a girl lying in the middle and staring into the sky. He could not see the face only with her hair and bare legs which stood bent at his knees. In one hand you had a bottle of wine, lifting it you took a sip right from the bottle. He was wondering who you were and what you were doing in his favorite place.

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FIND YOU

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Im Jaebeom

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3,3 k

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POV Jinyoung

He was lying in the middle of a football field next to his friend Jaebeom. Football training is long over, but they always stayed. The cool wind sent a shiver across the body from the cold. He sat down and looked at Jaebeom, who lay with his eyes closed. They’ve been friends for so many years, even living together. So why lately, his gaze always tends only to Jaebeom. Is it because he was so beautiful? He liked girls, and he dated girls. He even thought that he was gay when he first considered Jaebeom for a long time and realized that he was very handsome and he wanted to look at him. But no, the other guys did not cause such a desire, he even watched prn, but apart from antipathy it did not cause any emotions. Then why couldn’t he take his eyes off a friend? Why did he want to look at him all time?

“Stop drilling me with your eyes. There is something on my face?” asked Jaebeom with his eyes still closed.

“Yes. Lack of beauty” replied Jinyoung

Jaebeom opened his eyes and looked at him intently. “Then you better not look in the mirror at all. Never ”Jaebeom grinned and closed his eyes again.

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Find you

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader x Im Jaebeom

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3,1 k

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 POV Jinyoung

“Run to the library quickly. You’ve got three seconds!” he hissed into the tube and passed out. He hid behind the book row, looking out the side of the window.

He went to the library to give the book away. Turning to the exit, girl in a red sweater catch his attention, who sitting on a table near the window. He didn’t immediately believe his eyes. But it was definitely you! It was their chance with Jaebeom to meet you. So he’s acting like he’s in a spy movie right now. He got amused because he was acting like a teenager. A minute later, Jaebeom appeared in the doorway, breathing heavily. He ran to the door and grabbed Jaebeom for jacket dragged to the place where he was hiding before.

“What a jerk? What are you doing? Why such urgency?” Jaebeom wanted to keep talking, but Jinyoung covered his mouth with his hand.

“Shut up already!” whispered Jinyoung

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FIND YOU

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader x Im Jaebeom

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2,1 k

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 POV Jaebeom

They drove up to the dark parking lot behind the club. He looked at the dark building. Everyone in the city knew all too well the reputation of this place and tried to avoid it. But if you had to do something illegal, everyone would come here. He wanted to bury this part of his life and how well he knew this place. Jinyoung has never been this club, one thought infuriated him, but today he agreed to go with it. He put a black mask on his face, and when he got out of the car, he adjusted his designer suit. For such places, he always returned to the image of a spoiled rich heir.

They came to the back door and the guard missed them. They went down the twisted stairs. For everyone it was an ordinary nightclub. But if you come in from the back entrance, you get into a completely different world. They walked through the hall with music invitations, danced on the tables. They came to the farthest table. He took off his mask, and they sit down to the man who was sitting alone his back to the hall. He was the one who ruled this hell.

«Jaebeom! You came earlier than I thought,“ he smiled broadly. "It’s been a long time since you’ve been here. I was interested in spending time with you. Such sweetheart, angels like you, don’t often show up in places like this. I was very determined when your friend took you back” he said pointing to Jinyoung “If I  correctly remember, Park Jinyoung" 

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I am your present

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2,8 k

EXTRA: feat. Jeon Jungkook, as best friend

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 You came home and noticed a small gift box near your door. You picked it up and went into the apartment. You looked at a small card that says ‘I am your present.’ Interesting … You had a birthday and absolutely everyone congratulated you, then from whom this gift ? The phone rang and you took out the phone.

“Hello. Happy Birthday!” your friend’s cheerful voice screamed into the phone. “I’m sorry that I am so far away and cannot celebrate with you. So I left a gift" Jungkook chuckled

“Thank you very much for your attention. I am very pleased. And what kind of gift is it? I not yet open it. ”

"Surprise. You said someday that you want it for yourself ” he giggled

"Very interesting. Thanks again. I will not distract you. Go on having fun, judging by the voice, you’ve already had a lot to drink.”

“Love you. Have some fun. Hope you enjoy my gift. ”Jungkook hung up and you laughed. Despite the fact that you were several years older, you were very good friends with him … and not only friends.

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Autograph

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count:  1,8 k

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 Sometimes you wanted to kill your best friends. Today was exactly this evening …

You had fun in the club until someone of you decided to play on wish. Loser - fulfills the most reckless wish. Guess who lost? You should have collected as many strangers numbers as possible in one hour. Only then did you realize that you are usually never the first to meet, and even worse, you don’t even have a clue how to do this. Each time you felt like you were passing an exam with a strict professor. Your friends laughed at you when you brought only three napkins with numbers, because the rest had at least 10 numbers.

“I got into trouble,” you said, and covered your face with your hand.

“I have a perfect wish for you. It will help you get rid of embarrassment in front of strangers.” One of your friends laughed out loud. You had a bad feeling about that.

“Let’s go to another club. Until all those from whom we took the phone numbers appeared at our table.” You quickly packed up and went outside. You got into the car and headed to another place.

“Could you park near this convenience store?” your friend asked the driver. She turned to you and smiled wily. “Undress”

“What? Are you crazy?” your eyes widened

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Masquerade

Pairing: Choi Youngjae x Reader

Genre: fluff smut

Word Count:  2,9 k

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Summary: The annual masquerade ball, which was held for idols. You still could not believe that you miraculously managed to get an invitation to this ball. What will bring unexpected lucky?

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You walked around a huge hall filled with laughter, talk and music. Everything was new to you. You didn’t know anyone here, or rather you knew everyone in this room, but nobody knew you. Although you started working at the  entertainment agency, you were only an intern. You straightened the mask, which hiding your face and went to the bar. The biggest plus of a masquerade is that you can be what you want - you just need to put on a mask. It was a closed party where everyone could relax. To get drunk and dance, to joke with each other, to sing, even to bathe in a huge fountain in dresses and suits. Today it was possible to do everything, without any consequences.

“The game will begin in 15 minutes,” the host announced. When you went in, for each person on wrist was tied a ribbon with a pendant, on which was a number, you got the lucky number 7. Closer to the end of the party, should be played a game. The host randomly selects the numbers of the guy and girl who become a couple. A race is organized in the maze. If a guy caught a girl before the end of time, then the girl fulfills the guy’s wish. If the girls managed to hide in the maze, then the guy fulfills the wish of the girl. They handed out cards to everyone, and you wrote “Kiss” in neat handwriting. You put the card in an envelope with your number and gave it to the staff. You smiled, in any case whoever you paired, you will win.

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Secret

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count:  5,1 k

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“_________?”

His voice haunted you … His voice was as sexy as he was. He respond somewhere deep inside, and nothing excited you like his imperious manner of speech. You could cum only from one of his greetings.

“_________?”

This voice seemed to invite you to have hot, rampant sex. He caressed you and enveloped in heat your whole body. But … There is always a ‘but’. He did not even look at you as a girl, you just were a childhood friend with whom he worked. Just once, you don’t need any more. Once you wanted to experience the lust that he radiated with his whole body. Your thoughts were filled with vivid pictures of dirty sex. These images were enough to cum in a few minutes, you even checked it …

“_________?”

Your thoughts again returned to the conference hall to the already-cooled coffee and Jinyoung, who stood in the doorway continuing to call you by name. You blinked several times, chasing away the remnants of the naked Jinyoung who fucked you on all accessible surfaces. You looked at him, oh it definitely was a bad idea. He was without a jacket, and the thin matter of the shirt encircled his arm muscles and abs. Several buttons were unfastened, exposing a small patch of skin on his massive chest.

“Are you okay? You blushed very much, did you catch a cold? ” asked Jinyoung

“I think I’m very sick,” you mocked yourself. It’s time to stop thinking about him every second of your time. “Just kidding, it’s just hot here”

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Hidden beach

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You have come to rest in the quietest place where there are practically no people. You spent a few weeks enjoying the solitude. So you didn’t care about the top of your swimsuit on this hidden beach, because no one else was there usually. You were lying in the sun enjoying the sound of the waves and the rustle of trees. You got up and went to plunge into the sea. You swam far enough before returning to shore. While swimming to the shore, you noticed a guy who was standing watching you. Oops … I should have put on the top of the swimsuit. And how do you get out of the water now. Why did he choose the most remote of all the beaches? Thoughts were spinning in your head. It amazed you how handsome this guy was. When you got up from the water, covering your bare breast with your hand, he immediately turned away. You was grateful. You quickly reached your beach blanket and put on your swimsuit top.

“Sorry, I didn’t think that someone would be here. Usually people do not reach this beach due to the fact that it is far away “ said the guy, turning in your direction. Apparently, he also often visited here, since he knows that there is no one on this beach.

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Finally our kings back! Let's f... love them fully!

The window

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 3,1 k

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You moved to a new house, but due to the workload, you could only get home after a few days. It was already night outside. You walked into a spacious bedroom on the second floor and smiled broadly when you saw the window you fell in love with at first sight. Perhaps this was the main reason why you chose this house, even though it was too large for one person. The window was from ceiling to floor, replacing one wall. You could watch the stars while lying on your bed. You took off your jacket and threw it over the back of the armchair, remaining in your trousers and shirt. You came close to the window looking at the sky, the smile never left your face, the view was incredible. You raised your arms up stretching your body. Your gaze went down and you met a pair of eyes looking at you with curiosity. It was a guy. A very handsome guy. He was standing on the first floor near a window as big as yours. While you were looking at him, he turned his gaze to the sky. He probably also looked at the sky until you came to the window. You should have looked away, but you didn’t want to. The handsome guy was wearing pants and a shirt, and his jacket was lying on the floor next to him. You smiled when you realized that your clothes were the same color and style. It was wrong to stare like that at a person you don’t even know when he was in his room. But his handsome face made it impossible to look away. You met his gaze again when he looked at you. He smiled and goosebumps ran down your skin. He nodded his head ‘goodbye’ to you and disappeared into the darkness of the room. For a few more seconds, you continued to stare into an empty dark room before moving your gaze to the sky. “I wonder who he is,” you whispered to yourself. It seems that you just saw another big plus of this house. You smiled and went to the shower, and after then fell asleep.

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It’s not what I want…

Pairing: BamBam x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count:   3 k

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Why am I so unlucky, BamBam thought to himself. He sat next to his girlfriend and all the members. Something went wrong in his plan to spend the evening with his beloved, with whom, due to work, it was not possible to be alone for more than a month. Why did he answer Mark’s call. If hyung calls in the evening it means they are drunk and anyway it will turn into a big drunk party. ‘Open the door’ are three words that killed the romantic plans for this evening. He’s lucky that you were very good friends with the members. For a second, he thought that they only came to him because they knew that you should be here. And this thought did not leave him all evening, because all the guys talked only with you and did not pay any attention to him.

“Hyung, shouldn’t you go home?” he asked Jackson, who flirted with you the most.

“Home? Now? We’ve only begun our party. Let’s have a drink, “ Yugyeom shouted, raising his glass of soju.

"BamBam, I have the feeling that you’re not happy that we came? Did have some special plans for this night? ” Mark laughed

“What are you talk about, hyung. I’m glad. Very.“ he answered dryly. "I’ll bring some more booze.” He got up and went to the kitchen.

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