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WHAT SHOULD I DO,I WANT TO FUCKING DISAPPEAR

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I WANT TO FUCKING SCREAM

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it's really frustrating to make ppl of different ages understand my fucking point

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One of the most difficult things about growth is losing the person you've always been—stepping out of the layers you've always lived in. It's like walking away from your own skin, your own heart, and your own mind. What's scarier is that you can't pinpoint what's going on around you and inside you. You just know that something is constantly shifting, but you can't figure out if it's going to be favourable for you or not. You start seeing the world through eyes you're not used to yet. Some things get brighter, while others only seem to get darker and darker by the second. What scared me the most was that growth calls for a huge change in every aspect of your existence. You don't know yourself yet, but you start knowing the world. You start realising what's good for you and what's not—and that's not a novelty. It's something you realise everyday, but growth brings with it the courage to walk away from everything that doesn't deserve you. And that's hardest part of the process: turning back the story and starting from day one.

simran.

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Can I ever be loved unconditionally?

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Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

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— Ann Packer, The Dive From Clausen's Pier

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“To Be Yours” | PJM ♥‹

»pairing: CEO!Jimin x secretary!Viv (oc)

»synopsis: what happens when a love burns so fast and dangerous between secretary Viv and CEO Jimin that everything else around them blurs into nothingness?

»drabble teaser: blurred lines

»note: this is not the story itself lol,it's a teaser of a drabble I was writing for my friend and this is a really long story that I didn't get the time to continue writing properly,my former book's masterpost was getting some attention so I am here again to post a drabble that you might enjoy and if it gets recognition I'll consider writing the book and *whispers* it has two main male and female leads, can you guess who?

»warning: porn without plot (it has a slight plot but since it's a teaser I cut it out),sexy b0ob play(will make your panties soaked sksks) ,doggy,spanking, counting,gagging,hair pulling,choking,so much tension,possessive!Jimin, kinky!Jimin, jealous!jimin, oc is shy but horny, looooots of foreplay,the deed will be done in the drabble,eating out,spanking,Jimin himself,lmk if I forgot something.

You sucked in a breath when Jimin leaned impossibly closer leaving a little to no gap between your bodies. "Mr. P-Park this isn't funny" you internally cursed yourself for stuttering as you watch the handsome male infront of you lazily smirking,eyes glowing with mischief under the dim light. "What is ever funny between us baby?"

Shit.

The nickname has your core clenching already, memories of that certain night when he used the nickname while doing things to you,with you,which is far from being professional.

"Was it funny when your mouth was full of me baby?" A whimper threatened to escape your parted mouth as you felt his hand on your bare stomach inch towards the hem of your crop top. "Was it funny?" his teeth grinding against each other in slight annoyance has you shaking your head instantly.

"M-Mr P-Park I thought—"

You dared to meet his blazing eyes before gulping,"—the night was a m-mistake"

Jimin inhaled deeply upon hearing your stuttering words and leaned over impossibly close whereas his hands slipped underneath your clothes effortlessly unclasping your strapless bra.

And you felt your core gush embarrassingly.

"Mistake huh? I was knuckles deep inside you and it was a mistake?" He smiled mockingly, eyeing the smooth skin of your ear.

The bra was undid and he sensually pulled it down to his liking,he loved your choice of wearing a strapless bra,makes his work easier,"So it was a mistake when we both were sober but you hungrily sucked the last inch of me?"

You moaned as he sucked on your earlobe abruptly,"Tell me you did all of that by mistake? Tell me I don't make your knees buckle and your mind hazy." He aggressively licked at your earlobe as he grabbed one of your boob, massaging it.

A pathetic moan left your mouth as tears filled up to the brim of your eyes,you inhaled sharply.

"Tell me pretty—" he cooed "Tell me that you don't want to be my pretty little slut and I'll stop now."

You gulped thickly, shutting your eyes,"Jimin.."

The smirk on Jimin's lips was permanent upon hearing you moan his name in a desperate plea,"Yes princess,I'm here for you"

"Jimin please.." the last bit of your control left you when Jimin's face dropped to your chest, gawking at the hardened nipples that were beautifully visible to his eyes,only his.

"This crop top looks so fucking good on you my love but why did you have to wear it and go out with him? I could guess the color of your bra from metres away." the sharpness edging his voice had you clasping your thighs together, equally terrified and turned on.

You had your back pressed against the wall, standing still with eyes shut,unable to watch the man worship your pebbles.

"Don't—" Jimin tilted his mouth and licked a filthy sensual strip over your clothed nipples,his eyes shimmering in mirth,"—do that ever again"

Momentarily he looked up at you,eyes meeting with your shut once,"Eyes open and down here Viv"

The authority in his voice made you instantly look down and find the most filthiest sight that made you physically twitch, making Jimin hum in satisfaction as he pushed up your flimsy white crop top with ease making you gasp,the perky globes stood proudly as Jimin licked his lips watching them in a trance,"Understood?"

It took you some moment to register what he was talking about but you immediately nodded,all of your resolve crumbling.

"That's my good—" he flicked a nipple, twirling it afterwards,a crazed lopsided grin adoring his face,"—girl"

His breath brushed against your hardened bud making you squirm internally as he closed his lips on the left nipple making you suck a deep breath.

He's going to be the absolute death of you.

His hot mouth latching at your nipple brutally had you wondering how good it'll feel when he eats you out.

Is he going to lap at my pussy slowly?

Or will he be rough and delve deeper into my puckering whole?

This is torture. You're going crazy. Every suck and lick is making arousal pool at your flimsy short and you internally curse yourself for not caring to wear a panty.

You moan as Jimin takes the whole boob in his mouth and sucks, twirling his tongue graciously,his hands lifts up to grab at your chin pulling it down when you tried looking away. His eyes met yours and the lustful gaze has you rolling your eyes, groaning.

Your eyes zero in towards his mouthful of boob and the filthy image is forever stuck in your mind.

Jimin smirks letting go with a pop and continuing his ministrations with the other. He makes sure to pamper it the exact same making your eyes roll to the back and legs embarrassing clamping together to add some friction. Your clit is aching for attention.

Jimin ever so sly ; notices your movements and parts your legs with his knee while still sucking on your boob like never before. Instinctively one of your hand grabs at his hair and he groans into your boob at the feeling,the vibration of his mouth making your eyes roll and gasp breathlessly.

His knee moves to your center and as soon as it connects with your core he lets go of your boob leaving the damn globe hit with a sudden gush of cold air.

He grasps your arms tightly and looks down there,befuddled,"You're not wearing fucking panties?"

You gulp,"I-"

His nostril flares as he closes the remaining distance joining his hips with yours,his hardened length deliciously gliding with your core and you found yourself moving along but the hands on your hips made you gasp and shudder,"Did I say you could move?"

You shake your head while he continues press his length and the lack of a panty makes it easier for you to feel the friction,"Fuck Jimin.."

"Let you shop with him in a crop fucking top" his eyes were fiery red as he has your chin in his grasp whilst gliding his length,the squelching sound for your damn pussy embarrassing you somewhere in the rational part of your mind.

"White and flimsy top with a barely there bra?" He scoffs watching your eye roll back, clearly enjoying it.

"No fucking panties too" he snarled.

"I-I'm sorr—" you gasped when harshly grabbed your abused boob adorned with purplish love marks,"You still had the audacity to fight with me? Talking about your rights? While you clearly know who you belong to?"

He inhales sharply aligning himself better as he grinds his hips,"You do realize what you've done to me since this past week right? You do realize that you don't get to go back to how it was Viv? You cannot act like the damsel in distress baby,you're so fucking mine now and there's no going back from it"

You whimper,your rationality leaving you completely, stepping in the sickest and filthiest territory with Park Jimin was both your demise and a thrill you chased for years. He treated you just right. Rough and good at the same time. His tone was maddening but his touches meant a different story. He wanted you to know how safe you can be with him in your own paradise.

You take in a shaky breath, daring to meet his gaze,"I'm sorry Mr.Park"

Jimin felt himself twitch at the apology. He wants nothing but to connect his lips with your plush once and take all the breath out of you untill he becomes the oxygen that you'll need every fucking second.

But you have to earn it. You made him mad. You're such a bad little princess who loves wearing slutty cute outfits to rile him up. You need to pay for it. He can feel the wetness that's gushing from your hole and he can't wait to thrust the last cum out of you. But he'll wait and edge you so fucking good.

He smirks as you watch him swallowing,half naked under him when he's fully clothed. He smirks watching your yummy state. Proudly gazing at his artwork on your chest.

Jimin steps back making you confused as he leads you towards his dressing table. You turn around to face the mirror and gasp looking at your current state. Chest exposed,red and purple bruise adorning you like a jewellery. Your still hardened and swollen red nipples staring at you through the reflection. A dark blush adorns your face as you try to look away only for Jimin to hold your chin up towards the mirror from behind as he gently kisses your dainty shoulder.

"Like my artwork?" He grins.

He grabs both of your boobs from behind and you gasp,"Watch closely"

The warning sends another gush of wetness leak from your poor hole,Jimin harshly rolls the two globes, raveling at the sight as they bounce in his hands,his teeth grazes at your lobe making your knees buckle,"Wanna fuck them baby"

Your breath hitches at the mention and a loud gasp leaves you when he picks you up walking towards his bed and throwing you there,boobs bouncing at the impact making his eyes shimmer in lust,he takes a moment to ravel your half bare beauty, thinking how good you'll look with absolutely no piece of clothes. The thought itself makes his cock twitch.

Fuck. You look delicious. All ready for him to devour every fucking inch of you.

Jimin slowly gets on the bed and holds your knees that were clasped together.With a swift motion he spreads them apart and the delicious stretch made your core gush out more slick yet again.

Thank God the short is black. You're so soaked. You can smell your own arousal. It's equal amount of embarrassing and sexy to see Park fucking Jimin has such an effect on you.

Jimin's eyes are hooded with unfiltered lust as they zero in on towards your booty short,so tight, practically begging to be ripped.

He leans in and presses two fingers right over your aching cunt and hisses feeling the dampness,"Just sucking on those beautiful buddies got you soaked that bad?" He grins meeting your eyes as you moan when he presses the two fingers and sensually glides them up and down watching your reaction,"What'll you do when I fuck them?"

"Jimin please.."

"Please what baby? You think you can pathetically beg and soak my cock already? You committed a crime today sweetheart and those who commits a crime—" Jimin removes his fingers making you whine as he leans over to press a chaste kiss on your earlobe,"—shall be punished"

You swore if this keeps going on you'll most definitely rip your own shorts if he refused to do it.

But alas.

All of your frustrations melts the second Jimin stars to unbutton his button up. You inhaled sharply watching his smooth skin coming into view bit by bit. Noticing your hawk like gaze he grins cheekily taking his sweet time with his belt,"Bet you want to open it up for me like Thursday night baby—" he unbuckles and smoothly shimmies his pants off,"—but another day"

You gulp. Another day?

He takes his shirt and gestures you with his chin,"On your knees,ass up,face down"

You inhale sharply,"H-huh?"

"I won't repeat myself"

You gulp complying immediately,new to all of this craziness but cannot deny how thrilling it feels inside.

Surprisingly you feel his gentle voice near your ear as he lands a quick kiss on your cheeks,"I won't hurt you"

And with that reassurance which very much calmer your heart,you didn't even realize your hands were being tied by the said shirt untill you felt him tightening the knot,"Is it good?"

The softness in his voice made you laugh internally,he was being cautious while punishing you?

You nod smiling as Jimin hums with a charming smile before retracting back to his original position.

You gulp, realization suddenly dawning upon you as you can only see your tied hands before you and the headboard. It feels like you're blindfolded to a degree without actually being blindfolded and you hate that your core clenches at that too.

Were you this much into foreplay?

Jimin's deeps voice echos in your ear,"If you be a good girl I'll end it in ten counts over the clothes and other ten counts will be underneath the cloth,five on each cheek" He continues as if telling you the rule of a Roblox game or something when on reality he's eyeing the beautiful fat meat before him wanting to just squeeze it already,"And if you don't comply then I'm going to double it,means twenty counts,total forty"

You couldn't even grasp your head around the rule yet and a sharp yelp left you as soon as Jimin slapped your right ass cheek,"Fuck-"

You immediately notice your mistake,"O-One?Is that how I'm supposed to do it"

Jimin smirks but keeps a dominating tone,"You're late Viv,you just want the pain to double don't you?"

"I-i-"

"Twenty it is"

You gasp as another slap lands on the same cheek,"Two.."

"T-Three.."

"Fourr..fuck.." you slur,eyes rolling back.

"F-five.." Jimin watches it jiggle mirthfully and goes on five more times before moving on the next.

.."S-seventeen..nggh"

Jimin watches as your arch your back,hips pushing back for more.

Halting his movements he scoffs bringing you out of your head space,you try to turn around a little but wince when you feel him fisting your ponytail and pulling it back,"Princess,we can't enjoy a punishment now do we? Seventeen fucking ass slaps got you moaning with pleasure?—" he whispers lethally making you whimper,"—a brat like you doesn't deserve this treatment"

" ’m s-sorry" you manage as he let's go of your hair.

In all honesty,Jimin just can't wait anymore to shed that damn short of yours,he wants to watch the bare ass jiggle and he just doesn't want any damn fabric to separate your Godly body from him.

With one swift motion he pulls down the shorts,"We're going to give you twenty three raw slaps for you to realize your grave mistake dear secretary"

Calling you his secretary in such a position sounds so scandalous and core clenching.

He pulls down the full thing watching your slick coating the fabric graciously,you look back and feel your cheeks turning red.

"You leak so abundantly for me baby" he chuckles darkly as you shut your eyes pathetically feeling more slick leak,your pussy bare and hit with the cold air.

Jimin chuckles again and crawls towards you while fisting your shorts,"Open up"

You look at him quizzically,"W-what?"

"Open that damn mouth"

You complied unsurely only for your eyes to widen as he shoves the piece of clothing as a gag,"Don't you fucking dare spit it out baby"

God,Jimin is a freak.And you're fucking wreathing for this freak.

Jimin relocates himself in his claimed position and marvels at the sight,"Fuck so round baby"

Greedily he dips his fingers on your soaked pussy as you gasp in the makeshift gag,"Fuck so fucking soaked,got my fingers dripping"

He brings his fingers towards his mouth, staring at the glistening slick, sucking on them noisily,"Bet the remaining twenty three slaps are gonna make you drip so bad you'll already coat my sheets"

Fuck. You can't hold it in. You're going to cum just from his sweet talking.

Mumbling something that sounds close to ‘Please’ you pathetically move your hips.

Jimin grins,"Sure, remember you still gotta count with that filthy cloth in your mouth"

You nod frantically just wanting him to end your suffering.

"T-Twenshy..nggh"

Jimin gives both cheeks a harsh squeeze,"Good girl, we are halfway there"

You moan loudly,muffled by the forsaken short.

"..weshy eig..htgg"

You were a moaning and sweaty mess,slick dripping down your thighs without a pause,you feel so sticky,you can hear Jimin's liberating breaths, he's torturing himself with this punishment along with you,"Fuck baby,so red for me,so good for me"

"F-Forshy.."

Your legs wanted to give out. Every fibre of your being wanted Jimin's cock inside you already. The mental image makes you shudder even when you feel like passing out from all these foreplay.

Jimin can't take his eyes off of his artwork,his fingerprints were nicely visible on your bare ass,he obsessively watched your cum drip down your thighs. He could cum just by looking at you drip all day. Fuck. He is so sick. Sick all for you.

Lust clouds his mind badly and without realizing he leans down to sensually lick at your thighs,a shiver electrifies your body when you feel his wet tongue going up towards your inner thigh. He groans at the sweet taste and without stopping he grabs both of your ass cheeks, spreading them,tongue directly gliding down your bare throbbing pussy.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion in your throbbing cunt. Jimin was slurping your juices like it's his last meal. He dipped his tongue deeper into your aching hole,his groans sending vibrations. You shut your eyes, biting your lips, feeling your boss' tongue wreck you.

The slurping and sucking noise was loud and filthy making you arch your back. Jimin's tongue started sucking at your clit while he inserted two fingers at once and scissored you,"Fuck pussy so juicy baby,all for me?"

His fingers fastened it's ministrations,"All for me right?"

You moan unable to talk.

Jimin let's go of you all at once with a scoff,"Can't you talk? Or am I sharing this pussy with him huh?"

The gag in your mouth doesn't let you talk and he knows it but of course the menace in him wants to punish you.

You try to shake your head but too gone. Eyelids half open as you whine in the gag at the lose of his touch.

"Fuck it" Jimin cursed and flipped you by your waist abruptly. The sight he was rewarded with made his breath hitch.

You looked mesmerizing with you tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks,gag in mouth,crop top bunched up and bruised chest exposed,your smooth long legs were sexy,you were a sight all for him to devour,to fuck,to love.

He took in a deep breath and leaned towards you, taking the gag off of you and connecting his plump lips with your luscious ones in an urgent kiss.

One thing you came to conclusion with is Park Jimin is not your average soft lover. He does everything with fervour. The type that will take your breath away and at the same time will be the only air you breath.

Jimin's kiss was something you've never experienced. He took both of your lip and started sucking on them while pressing himself harder on your core, enough to make you squirm. His hands roamed around all of the places of his deepest darkest desires.

"Fuck baby,you drive me so fucking crazy—" he said between the kiss, sucking on your lower lip harshly, tucking at it and pulling it before letting go,"—i can't stop thinking about you Viv"

»so should I continue this? 👀 Thank you for your support, please grab your holy water afterwards and don't forget to preach lmao.

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“To Be Yours” | PJM ♥‹

»pairing: CEO!Jimin x secretary!Viv (oc)

»synopsis: what happens when a love burns so fast and dangerous between secretary Viv and CEO Jimin that everything else around them blurs into nothingness?

»drabble teaser: blurred lines

»note: this is not the story itself lol,it's a teaser of a drabble I was writing for my friend and this is a really long story that I didn't get the time to continue writing properly,my former book's masterpost was getting some attention so I am here again to post a drabble that you might enjoy and if it gets recognition I'll consider writing the book and *whispers* it has two main male and female leads, can you guess who?

»warning: porn without plot (it has a slight plot but since it's a teaser I cut it out),sexy b0ob play(will make your panties soaked sksks) ,doggy,spanking, counting,gagging,hair pulling,choking,so much tension,possessive!Jimin, kinky!Jimin, jealous!jimin, oc is shy but horny, looooots of foreplay,the deed will be done in the drabble,eating out,spanking,Jimin himself,lmk if I forgot something.

You sucked in a breath when Jimin leaned impossibly closer leaving a little to no gap between your bodies. "Mr. P-Park this isn't funny" you internally cursed yourself for stuttering as you watch the handsome male infront of you lazily smirking,eyes glowing with mischief under the dim light. "What is ever funny between us baby?"

Shit.

The nickname has your core clenching already, memories of that certain night when he used the nickname while doing things to you,with you,which is far from being professional.

"Was it funny when your mouth was full of me baby?" A whimper threatened to escape your parted mouth as you felt his hand on your bare stomach inch towards the hem of your crop top. "Was it funny?" his teeth grinding against each other in slight annoyance has you shaking your head instantly.

"M-Mr P-Park I thought—"

You dared to meet his blazing eyes before gulping,"—the night was a m-mistake"

Jimin inhaled deeply upon hearing your stuttering words and leaned over impossibly close whereas his hands slipped underneath your clothes effortlessly unclasping your strapless bra.

And you felt your core gush embarrassingly.

"Mistake huh? I was knuckles deep inside you and it was a mistake?" He smiled mockingly, eyeing the smooth skin of your ear.

The bra was undid and he sensually pulled it down to his liking,he loved your choice of wearing a strapless bra,makes his work easier,"So it was a mistake when we both were sober but you hungrily sucked the last inch of me?"

You moaned as he sucked on your earlobe abruptly,"Tell me you did all of that by mistake? Tell me I don't make your knees buckle and your mind hazy." He aggressively licked at your earlobe as he grabbed one of your boob, massaging it.

A pathetic moan left your mouth as tears filled up to the brim of your eyes,you inhaled sharply.

"Tell me pretty—" he cooed "Tell me that you don't want to be my pretty little slut and I'll stop now."

You gulped thickly, shutting your eyes,"Jimin.."

The smirk on Jimin's lips was permanent upon hearing you moan his name in a desperate plea,"Yes princess,I'm here for you"

"Jimin please.." the last bit of your control left you when Jimin's face dropped to your chest, gawking at the hardened nipples that were beautifully visible to his eyes,only his.

"This crop top looks so fucking good on you my love but why did you have to wear it and go out with him? I could guess the color of your bra from metres away." the sharpness edging his voice had you clasping your thighs together, equally terrified and turned on.

You had your back pressed against the wall, standing still with eyes shut,unable to watch the man worship your pebbles.

"Don't—" Jimin tilted his mouth and licked a filthy sensual strip over your clothed nipples,his eyes shimmering in mirth,"—do that ever again"

Momentarily he looked up at you,eyes meeting with your shut once,"Eyes open and down here Viv"

The authority in his voice made you instantly look down and find the most filthiest sight that made you physically twitch, making Jimin hum in satisfaction as he pushed up your flimsy white crop top with ease making you gasp,the perky globes stood proudly as Jimin licked his lips watching them in a trance,"Understood?"

It took you some moment to register what he was talking about but you immediately nodded,all of your resolve crumbling.

"That's my good—" he flicked a nipple, twirling it afterwards,a crazed lopsided grin adoring his face,"—girl"

His breath brushed against your hardened bud making you squirm internally as he closed his lips on the left nipple making you suck a deep breath.

He's going to be the absolute death of you.

His hot mouth latching at your nipple brutally had you wondering how good it'll feel when he eats you out.

Is he going to lap at my pussy slowly?

Or will he be rough and delve deeper into my puckering whole?

This is torture. You're going crazy. Every suck and lick is making arousal pool at your flimsy short and you internally curse yourself for not caring to wear a panty.

You moan as Jimin takes the whole boob in his mouth and sucks, twirling his tongue graciously,his hands lifts up to grab at your chin pulling it down when you tried looking away. His eyes met yours and the lustful gaze has you rolling your eyes, groaning.

Your eyes zero in towards his mouthful of boob and the filthy image is forever stuck in your mind.

Jimin smirks letting go with a pop and continuing his ministrations with the other. He makes sure to pamper it the exact same making your eyes roll to the back and legs embarrassing clamping together to add some friction. Your clit is aching for attention.

Jimin ever so sly ; notices your movements and parts your legs with his knee while still sucking on your boob like never before. Instinctively one of your hand grabs at his hair and he groans into your boob at the feeling,the vibration of his mouth making your eyes roll and gasp breathlessly.

His knee moves to your center and as soon as it connects with your core he lets go of your boob leaving the damn globe hit with a sudden gush of cold air.

He grasps your arms tightly and looks down there,befuddled,"You're not wearing fucking panties?"

You gulp,"I-"

His nostril flares as he closes the remaining distance joining his hips with yours,his hardened length deliciously gliding with your core and you found yourself moving along but the hands on your hips made you gasp and shudder,"Did I say you could move?"

You shake your head while he continues press his length and the lack of a panty makes it easier for you to feel the friction,"Fuck Jimin.."

"Let you shop with him in a crop fucking top" his eyes were fiery red as he has your chin in his grasp whilst gliding his length,the squelching sound for your damn pussy embarrassing you somewhere in the rational part of your mind.

"White and flimsy top with a barely there bra?" He scoffs watching your eye roll back, clearly enjoying it.

"No fucking panties too" he snarled.

"I-I'm sorr—" you gasped when harshly grabbed your abused boob adorned with purplish love marks,"You still had the audacity to fight with me? Talking about your rights? While you clearly know who you belong to?"

He inhales sharply aligning himself better as he grinds his hips,"You do realize what you've done to me since this past week right? You do realize that you don't get to go back to how it was Viv? You cannot act like the damsel in distress baby,you're so fucking mine now and there's no going back from it"

You whimper,your rationality leaving you completely, stepping in the sickest and filthiest territory with Park Jimin was both your demise and a thrill you chased for years. He treated you just right. Rough and good at the same time. His tone was maddening but his touches meant a different story. He wanted you to know how safe you can be with him in your own paradise.

You take in a shaky breath, daring to meet his gaze,"I'm sorry Mr.Park"

Jimin felt himself twitch at the apology. He wants nothing but to connect his lips with your plush once and take all the breath out of you untill he becomes the oxygen that you'll need every fucking second.

But you have to earn it. You made him mad. You're such a bad little princess who loves wearing slutty cute outfits to rile him up. You need to pay for it. He can feel the wetness that's gushing from your hole and he can't wait to thrust the last cum out of you. But he'll wait and edge you so fucking good.

He smirks as you watch him swallowing,half naked under him when he's fully clothed. He smirks watching your yummy state. Proudly gazing at his artwork on your chest.

Jimin steps back making you confused as he leads you towards his dressing table. You turn around to face the mirror and gasp looking at your current state. Chest exposed,red and purple bruise adorning you like a jewellery. Your still hardened and swollen red nipples staring at you through the reflection. A dark blush adorns your face as you try to look away only for Jimin to hold your chin up towards the mirror from behind as he gently kisses your dainty shoulder.

"Like my artwork?" He grins.

He grabs both of your boobs from behind and you gasp,"Watch closely"

The warning sends another gush of wetness leak from your poor hole,Jimin harshly rolls the two globes, raveling at the sight as they bounce in his hands,his teeth grazes at your lobe making your knees buckle,"Wanna fuck them baby"

Your breath hitches at the mention and a loud gasp leaves you when he picks you up walking towards his bed and throwing you there,boobs bouncing at the impact making his eyes shimmer in lust,he takes a moment to ravel your half bare beauty, thinking how good you'll look with absolutely no piece of clothes. The thought itself makes his cock twitch.

Fuck. You look delicious. All ready for him to devour every fucking inch of you.

Jimin slowly gets on the bed and holds your knees that were clasped together.With a swift motion he spreads them apart and the delicious stretch made your core gush out more slick yet again.

Thank God the short is black. You're so soaked. You can smell your own arousal. It's equal amount of embarrassing and sexy to see Park fucking Jimin has such an effect on you.

Jimin's eyes are hooded with unfiltered lust as they zero in on towards your booty short,so tight, practically begging to be ripped.

He leans in and presses two fingers right over your aching cunt and hisses feeling the dampness,"Just sucking on those beautiful buddies got you soaked that bad?" He grins meeting your eyes as you moan when he presses the two fingers and sensually glides them up and down watching your reaction,"What'll you do when I fuck them?"

"Jimin please.."

"Please what baby? You think you can pathetically beg and soak my cock already? You committed a crime today sweetheart and those who commits a crime—" Jimin removes his fingers making you whine as he leans over to press a chaste kiss on your earlobe,"—shall be punished"

You swore if this keeps going on you'll most definitely rip your own shorts if he refused to do it.

But alas.

All of your frustrations melts the second Jimin stars to unbutton his button up. You inhaled sharply watching his smooth skin coming into view bit by bit. Noticing your hawk like gaze he grins cheekily taking his sweet time with his belt,"Bet you want to open it up for me like Thursday night baby—" he unbuckles and smoothly shimmies his pants off,"—but another day"

You gulp. Another day?

He takes his shirt and gestures you with his chin,"On your knees,ass up,face down"

You inhale sharply,"H-huh?"

"I won't repeat myself"

You gulp complying immediately,new to all of this craziness but cannot deny how thrilling it feels inside.

Surprisingly you feel his gentle voice near your ear as he lands a quick kiss on your cheeks,"I won't hurt you"

And with that reassurance which very much calmer your heart,you didn't even realize your hands were being tied by the said shirt untill you felt him tightening the knot,"Is it good?"

The softness in his voice made you laugh internally,he was being cautious while punishing you?

You nod smiling as Jimin hums with a charming smile before retracting back to his original position.

You gulp, realization suddenly dawning upon you as you can only see your tied hands before you and the headboard. It feels like you're blindfolded to a degree without actually being blindfolded and you hate that your core clenches at that too.

Were you this much into foreplay?

Jimin's deeps voice echos in your ear,"If you be a good girl I'll end it in ten counts over the clothes and other ten counts will be underneath the cloth,five on each cheek" He continues as if telling you the rule of a Roblox game or something when on reality he's eyeing the beautiful fat meat before him wanting to just squeeze it already,"And if you don't comply then I'm going to double it,means twenty counts,total forty"

You couldn't even grasp your head around the rule yet and a sharp yelp left you as soon as Jimin slapped your right ass cheek,"Fuck-"

You immediately notice your mistake,"O-One?Is that how I'm supposed to do it"

Jimin smirks but keeps a dominating tone,"You're late Viv,you just want the pain to double don't you?"

"I-i-"

"Twenty it is"

You gasp as another slap lands on the same cheek,"Two.."

"T-Three.."

"Fourr..fuck.." you slur,eyes rolling back.

"F-five.." Jimin watches it jiggle mirthfully and goes on five more times before moving on the next.

.."S-seventeen..nggh"

Jimin watches as your arch your back,hips pushing back for more.

Halting his movements he scoffs bringing you out of your head space,you try to turn around a little but wince when you feel him fisting your ponytail and pulling it back,"Princess,we can't enjoy a punishment now do we? Seventeen fucking ass slaps got you moaning with pleasure?—" he whispers lethally making you whimper,"—a brat like you doesn't deserve this treatment"

" ’m s-sorry" you manage as he let's go of your hair.

In all honesty,Jimin just can't wait anymore to shed that damn short of yours,he wants to watch the bare ass jiggle and he just doesn't want any damn fabric to separate your Godly body from him.

With one swift motion he pulls down the shorts,"We're going to give you twenty three raw slaps for you to realize your grave mistake dear secretary"

Calling you his secretary in such a position sounds so scandalous and core clenching.

He pulls down the full thing watching your slick coating the fabric graciously,you look back and feel your cheeks turning red.

"You leak so abundantly for me baby" he chuckles darkly as you shut your eyes pathetically feeling more slick leak,your pussy bare and hit with the cold air.

Jimin chuckles again and crawls towards you while fisting your shorts,"Open up"

You look at him quizzically,"W-what?"

"Open that damn mouth"

You complied unsurely only for your eyes to widen as he shoves the piece of clothing as a gag,"Don't you fucking dare spit it out baby"

God,Jimin is a freak.And you're fucking wreathing for this freak.

Jimin relocates himself in his claimed position and marvels at the sight,"Fuck so round baby"

Greedily he dips his fingers on your soaked pussy as you gasp in the makeshift gag,"Fuck so fucking soaked,got my fingers dripping"

He brings his fingers towards his mouth, staring at the glistening slick, sucking on them noisily,"Bet the remaining twenty three slaps are gonna make you drip so bad you'll already coat my sheets"

Fuck. You can't hold it in. You're going to cum just from his sweet talking.

Mumbling something that sounds close to ‘Please’ you pathetically move your hips.

Jimin grins,"Sure, remember you still gotta count with that filthy cloth in your mouth"

You nod frantically just wanting him to end your suffering.

"T-Twenshy..nggh"

Jimin gives both cheeks a harsh squeeze,"Good girl, we are halfway there"

You moan loudly,muffled by the forsaken short.

"..weshy eig..htgg"

You were a moaning and sweaty mess,slick dripping down your thighs without a pause,you feel so sticky,you can hear Jimin's liberating breaths, he's torturing himself with this punishment along with you,"Fuck baby,so red for me,so good for me"

"F-Forshy.."

Your legs wanted to give out. Every fibre of your being wanted Jimin's cock inside you already. The mental image makes you shudder even when you feel like passing out from all these foreplay.

Jimin can't take his eyes off of his artwork,his fingerprints were nicely visible on your bare ass,he obsessively watched your cum drip down your thighs. He could cum just by looking at you drip all day. Fuck. He is so sick. Sick all for you.

Lust clouds his mind badly and without realizing he leans down to sensually lick at your thighs,a shiver electrifies your body when you feel his wet tongue going up towards your inner thigh. He groans at the sweet taste and without stopping he grabs both of your ass cheeks, spreading them,tongue directly gliding down your bare throbbing pussy.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion in your throbbing cunt. Jimin was slurping your juices like it's his last meal. He dipped his tongue deeper into your aching hole,his groans sending vibrations. You shut your eyes, biting your lips, feeling your boss' tongue wreck you.

The slurping and sucking noise was loud and filthy making you arch your back. Jimin's tongue started sucking at your clit while he inserted two fingers at once and scissored you,"Fuck pussy so juicy baby,all for me?"

His fingers fastened it's ministrations,"All for me right?"

You moan unable to talk.

Jimin let's go of you all at once with a scoff,"Can't you talk? Or am I sharing this pussy with him huh?"

The gag in your mouth doesn't let you talk and he knows it but of course the menace in him wants to punish you.

You try to shake your head but too gone. Eyelids half open as you whine in the gag at the lose of his touch.

"Fuck it" Jimin cursed and flipped you by your waist abruptly. The sight he was rewarded with made his breath hitch.

You looked mesmerizing with you tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks,gag in mouth,crop top bunched up and bruised chest exposed,your smooth long legs were sexy,you were a sight all for him to devour,to fuck,to love.

He took in a deep breath and leaned towards you, taking the gag off of you and connecting his plump lips with your luscious ones in an urgent kiss.

One thing you came to conclusion with is Park Jimin is not your average soft lover. He does everything with fervour. The type that will take your breath away and at the same time will be the only air you breath.

Jimin's kiss was something you've never experienced. He took both of your lip and started sucking on them while pressing himself harder on your core, enough to make you squirm. His hands roamed around all of the places of his deepest darkest desires.

"Fuck baby,you drive me so fucking crazy—" he said between the kiss, sucking on your lower lip harshly, tucking at it and pulling it before letting go,"—i can't stop thinking about you Viv"

»so should I continue this? 👀 Thank you for your support, please grab your holy water afterwards and don't forget to preach lmao.

[rkivestation]

“To Be Yours” | PJM ♥‹

»pairing: CEO!Jimin x secretary!Viv (oc)

»synopsis: what happens when a love burns so fast and dangerous between secretary Viv and CEO Jimin that everything else around them blurs into nothingness?

»drabble teaser: blurred lines

»note: this is not the story itself lol,it's a teaser of a drabble I was writing for my friend and this is a really long story that I didn't get the time to continue writing properly,my former book's masterpost was getting some attention so I am here again to post a drabble that you might enjoy and if it gets recognition I'll consider writing the book and *whispers* it has two main male and female leads, can you guess who?

»warning: porn without plot (it has a slight plot but since it's a teaser I cut it out),sexy b0ob play(will make your panties soaked sksks) ,doggy,spanking, counting,gagging,hair pulling,choking,so much tension,possessive!Jimin, kinky!Jimin, jealous!jimin, oc is shy but horny, looooots of foreplay,the deed will be done in the drabble,eating out,spanking,Jimin himself,lmk if I forgot something.

You sucked in a breath when Jimin leaned impossibly closer leaving a little to no gap between your bodies. "Mr. P-Park this isn't funny" you internally cursed yourself for stuttering as you watch the handsome male infront of you lazily smirking,eyes glowing with mischief under the dim light. "What is ever funny between us baby?"

Shit.

The nickname has your core clenching already, memories of that certain night when he used the nickname while doing things to you,with you,which is far from being professional.

"Was it funny when your mouth was full of me baby?" A whimper threatened to escape your parted mouth as you felt his hand on your bare stomach inch towards the hem of your crop top. "Was it funny?" his teeth grinding against each other in slight annoyance has you shaking your head instantly.

"M-Mr P-Park I thought—"

You dared to meet his blazing eyes before gulping,"—the night was a m-mistake"

Jimin inhaled deeply upon hearing your stuttering words and leaned over impossibly close whereas his hands slipped underneath your clothes effortlessly unclasping your strapless bra.

And you felt your core gush embarrassingly.

"Mistake huh? I was knuckles deep inside you and it was a mistake?" He smiled mockingly, eyeing the smooth skin of your ear.

The bra was undid and he sensually pulled it down to his liking,he loved your choice of wearing a strapless bra,makes his work easier,"So it was a mistake when we both were sober but you hungrily sucked the last inch of me?"

You moaned as he sucked on your earlobe abruptly,"Tell me you did all of that by mistake? Tell me I don't make your knees buckle and your mind hazy." He aggressively licked at your earlobe as he grabbed one of your boob, massaging it.

A pathetic moan left your mouth as tears filled up to the brim of your eyes,you inhaled sharply.

"Tell me pretty—" he cooed "Tell me that you don't want to be my pretty little slut and I'll stop now."

You gulped thickly, shutting your eyes,"Jimin.."

The smirk on Jimin's lips was permanent upon hearing you moan his name in a desperate plea,"Yes princess,I'm here for you"

"Jimin please.." the last bit of your control left you when Jimin's face dropped to your chest, gawking at the hardened nipples that were beautifully visible to his eyes,only his.

"This crop top looks so fucking good on you my love but why did you have to wear it and go out with him? I could guess the color of your bra from metres away." the sharpness edging his voice had you clasping your thighs together, equally terrified and turned on.

You had your back pressed against the wall, standing still with eyes shut,unable to watch the man worship your pebbles.

"Don't—" Jimin tilted his mouth and licked a filthy sensual strip over your clothed nipples,his eyes shimmering in mirth,"—do that ever again"

Momentarily he looked up at you,eyes meeting with your shut once,"Eyes open and down here Viv"

The authority in his voice made you instantly look down and find the most filthiest sight that made you physically twitch, making Jimin hum in satisfaction as he pushed up your flimsy white crop top with ease making you gasp,the perky globes stood proudly as Jimin licked his lips watching them in a trance,"Understood?"

It took you some moment to register what he was talking about but you immediately nodded,all of your resolve crumbling.

"That's my good—" he flicked a nipple, twirling it afterwards,a crazed lopsided grin adoring his face,"—girl"

His breath brushed against your hardened bud making you squirm internally as he closed his lips on the left nipple making you suck a deep breath.

He's going to be the absolute death of you.

His hot mouth latching at your nipple brutally had you wondering how good it'll feel when he eats you out.

Is he going to lap at my pussy slowly?

Or will he be rough and delve deeper into my puckering whole?

This is torture. You're going crazy. Every suck and lick is making arousal pool at your flimsy short and you internally curse yourself for not caring to wear a panty.

You moan as Jimin takes the whole boob in his mouth and sucks, twirling his tongue graciously,his hands lifts up to grab at your chin pulling it down when you tried looking away. His eyes met yours and the lustful gaze has you rolling your eyes, groaning.

Your eyes zero in towards his mouthful of boob and the filthy image is forever stuck in your mind.

Jimin smirks letting go with a pop and continuing his ministrations with the other. He makes sure to pamper it the exact same making your eyes roll to the back and legs embarrassing clamping together to add some friction. Your clit is aching for attention.

Jimin ever so sly ; notices your movements and parts your legs with his knee while still sucking on your boob like never before. Instinctively one of your hand grabs at his hair and he groans into your boob at the feeling,the vibration of his mouth making your eyes roll and gasp breathlessly.

His knee moves to your center and as soon as it connects with your core he lets go of your boob leaving the damn globe hit with a sudden gush of cold air.

He grasps your arms tightly and looks down there,befuddled,"You're not wearing fucking panties?"

You gulp,"I-"

His nostril flares as he closes the remaining distance joining his hips with yours,his hardened length deliciously gliding with your core and you found yourself moving along but the hands on your hips made you gasp and shudder,"Did I say you could move?"

You shake your head while he continues press his length and the lack of a panty makes it easier for you to feel the friction,"Fuck Jimin.."

"Let you shop with him in a crop fucking top" his eyes were fiery red as he has your chin in his grasp whilst gliding his length,the squelching sound for your damn pussy embarrassing you somewhere in the rational part of your mind.

"White and flimsy top with a barely there bra?" He scoffs watching your eye roll back, clearly enjoying it.

"No fucking panties too" he snarled.

"I-I'm sorr—" you gasped when harshly grabbed your abused boob adorned with purplish love marks,"You still had the audacity to fight with me? Talking about your rights? While you clearly know who you belong to?"

He inhales sharply aligning himself better as he grinds his hips,"You do realize what you've done to me since this past week right? You do realize that you don't get to go back to how it was Viv? You cannot act like the damsel in distress baby,you're so fucking mine now and there's no going back from it"

You whimper,your rationality leaving you completely, stepping in the sickest and filthiest territory with Park Jimin was both your demise and a thrill you chased for years. He treated you just right. Rough and good at the same time. His tone was maddening but his touches meant a different story. He wanted you to know how safe you can be with him in your own paradise.

You take in a shaky breath, daring to meet his gaze,"I'm sorry Mr.Park"

Jimin felt himself twitch at the apology. He wants nothing but to connect his lips with your plush once and take all the breath out of you untill he becomes the oxygen that you'll need every fucking second.

But you have to earn it. You made him mad. You're such a bad little princess who loves wearing slutty cute outfits to rile him up. You need to pay for it. He can feel the wetness that's gushing from your hole and he can't wait to thrust the last cum out of you. But he'll wait and edge you so fucking good.

He smirks as you watch him swallowing,half naked under him when he's fully clothed. He smirks watching your yummy state. Proudly gazing at his artwork on your chest.

Jimin steps back making you confused as he leads you towards his dressing table. You turn around to face the mirror and gasp looking at your current state. Chest exposed,red and purple bruise adorning you like a jewellery. Your still hardened and swollen red nipples staring at you through the reflection. A dark blush adorns your face as you try to look away only for Jimin to hold your chin up towards the mirror from behind as he gently kisses your dainty shoulder.

"Like my artwork?" He grins.

He grabs both of your boobs from behind and you gasp,"Watch closely"

The warning sends another gush of wetness leak from your poor hole,Jimin harshly rolls the two globes, raveling at the sight as they bounce in his hands,his teeth grazes at your lobe making your knees buckle,"Wanna fuck them baby"

Your breath hitches at the mention and a loud gasp leaves you when he picks you up walking towards his bed and throwing you there,boobs bouncing at the impact making his eyes shimmer in lust,he takes a moment to ravel your half bare beauty, thinking how good you'll look with absolutely no piece of clothes. The thought itself makes his cock twitch.

Fuck. You look delicious. All ready for him to devour every fucking inch of you.

Jimin slowly gets on the bed and holds your knees that were clasped together.With a swift motion he spreads them apart and the delicious stretch made your core gush out more slick yet again.

Thank God the short is black. You're so soaked. You can smell your own arousal. It's equal amount of embarrassing and sexy to see Park fucking Jimin has such an effect on you.

Jimin's eyes are hooded with unfiltered lust as they zero in on towards your booty short,so tight, practically begging to be ripped.

He leans in and presses two fingers right over your aching cunt and hisses feeling the dampness,"Just sucking on those beautiful buddies got you soaked that bad?" He grins meeting your eyes as you moan when he presses the two fingers and sensually glides them up and down watching your reaction,"What'll you do when I fuck them?"

"Jimin please.."

"Please what baby? You think you can pathetically beg and soak my cock already? You committed a crime today sweetheart and those who commits a crime—" Jimin removes his fingers making you whine as he leans over to press a chaste kiss on your earlobe,"—shall be punished"

You swore if this keeps going on you'll most definitely rip your own shorts if he refused to do it.

But alas.

All of your frustrations melts the second Jimin stars to unbutton his button up. You inhaled sharply watching his smooth skin coming into view bit by bit. Noticing your hawk like gaze he grins cheekily taking his sweet time with his belt,"Bet you want to open it up for me like Thursday night baby—" he unbuckles and smoothly shimmies his pants off,"—but another day"

You gulp. Another day?

He takes his shirt and gestures you with his chin,"On your knees,ass up,face down"

You inhale sharply,"H-huh?"

"I won't repeat myself"

You gulp complying immediately,new to all of this craziness but cannot deny how thrilling it feels inside.

Surprisingly you feel his gentle voice near your ear as he lands a quick kiss on your cheeks,"I won't hurt you"

And with that reassurance which very much calmer your heart,you didn't even realize your hands were being tied by the said shirt untill you felt him tightening the knot,"Is it good?"

The softness in his voice made you laugh internally,he was being cautious while punishing you?

You nod smiling as Jimin hums with a charming smile before retracting back to his original position.

You gulp, realization suddenly dawning upon you as you can only see your tied hands before you and the headboard. It feels like you're blindfolded to a degree without actually being blindfolded and you hate that your core clenches at that too.

Were you this much into foreplay?

Jimin's deeps voice echos in your ear,"If you be a good girl I'll end it in ten counts over the clothes and other ten counts will be underneath the cloth,five on each cheek" He continues as if telling you the rule of a Roblox game or something when on reality he's eyeing the beautiful fat meat before him wanting to just squeeze it already,"And if you don't comply then I'm going to double it,means twenty counts,total forty"

You couldn't even grasp your head around the rule yet and a sharp yelp left you as soon as Jimin slapped your right ass cheek,"Fuck-"

You immediately notice your mistake,"O-One?Is that how I'm supposed to do it"

Jimin smirks but keeps a dominating tone,"You're late Viv,you just want the pain to double don't you?"

"I-i-"

"Twenty it is"

You gasp as another slap lands on the same cheek,"Two.."

"T-Three.."

"Fourr..fuck.." you slur,eyes rolling back.

"F-five.." Jimin watches it jiggle mirthfully and goes on five more times before moving on the next.

.."S-seventeen..nggh"

Jimin watches as your arch your back,hips pushing back for more.

Halting his movements he scoffs bringing you out of your head space,you try to turn around a little but wince when you feel him fisting your ponytail and pulling it back,"Princess,we can't enjoy a punishment now do we? Seventeen fucking ass slaps got you moaning with pleasure?—" he whispers lethally making you whimper,"—a brat like you doesn't deserve this treatment"

" ’m s-sorry" you manage as he let's go of your hair.

In all honesty,Jimin just can't wait anymore to shed that damn short of yours,he wants to watch the bare ass jiggle and he just doesn't want any damn fabric to separate your Godly body from him.

With one swift motion he pulls down the shorts,"We're going to give you twenty three raw slaps for you to realize your grave mistake dear secretary"

Calling you his secretary in such a position sounds so scandalous and core clenching.

He pulls down the full thing watching your slick coating the fabric graciously,you look back and feel your cheeks turning red.

"You leak so abundantly for me baby" he chuckles darkly as you shut your eyes pathetically feeling more slick leak,your pussy bare and hit with the cold air.

Jimin chuckles again and crawls towards you while fisting your shorts,"Open up"

You look at him quizzically,"W-what?"

"Open that damn mouth"

You complied unsurely only for your eyes to widen as he shoves the piece of clothing as a gag,"Don't you fucking dare spit it out baby"

God,Jimin is a freak.And you're fucking wreathing for this freak.

Jimin relocates himself in his claimed position and marvels at the sight,"Fuck so round baby"

Greedily he dips his fingers on your soaked pussy as you gasp in the makeshift gag,"Fuck so fucking soaked,got my fingers dripping"

He brings his fingers towards his mouth, staring at the glistening slick, sucking on them noisily,"Bet the remaining twenty three slaps are gonna make you drip so bad you'll already coat my sheets"

Fuck. You can't hold it in. You're going to cum just from his sweet talking.

Mumbling something that sounds close to ‘Please’ you pathetically move your hips.

Jimin grins,"Sure, remember you still gotta count with that filthy cloth in your mouth"

You nod frantically just wanting him to end your suffering.

"T-Twenshy..nggh"

Jimin gives both cheeks a harsh squeeze,"Good girl, we are halfway there"

You moan loudly,muffled by the forsaken short.

"..weshy eig..htgg"

You were a moaning and sweaty mess,slick dripping down your thighs without a pause,you feel so sticky,you can hear Jimin's liberating breaths, he's torturing himself with this punishment along with you,"Fuck baby,so red for me,so good for me"

"F-Forshy.."

Your legs wanted to give out. Every fibre of your being wanted Jimin's cock inside you already. The mental image makes you shudder even when you feel like passing out from all these foreplay.

Jimin can't take his eyes off of his artwork,his fingerprints were nicely visible on your bare ass,he obsessively watched your cum drip down your thighs. He could cum just by looking at you drip all day. Fuck. He is so sick. Sick all for you.

Lust clouds his mind badly and without realizing he leans down to sensually lick at your thighs,a shiver electrifies your body when you feel his wet tongue going up towards your inner thigh. He groans at the sweet taste and without stopping he grabs both of your ass cheeks, spreading them,tongue directly gliding down your bare throbbing pussy.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion in your throbbing cunt. Jimin was slurping your juices like it's his last meal. He dipped his tongue deeper into your aching hole,his groans sending vibrations. You shut your eyes, biting your lips, feeling your boss' tongue wreck you.

The slurping and sucking noise was loud and filthy making you arch your back. Jimin's tongue started sucking at your clit while he inserted two fingers at once and scissored you,"Fuck pussy so juicy baby,all for me?"

His fingers fastened it's ministrations,"All for me right?"

You moan unable to talk.

Jimin let's go of you all at once with a scoff,"Can't you talk? Or am I sharing this pussy with him huh?"

The gag in your mouth doesn't let you talk and he knows it but of course the menace in him wants to punish you.

You try to shake your head but too gone. Eyelids half open as you whine in the gag at the lose of his touch.

"Fuck it" Jimin cursed and flipped you by your waist abruptly. The sight he was rewarded with made his breath hitch.

You looked mesmerizing with you tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks,gag in mouth,crop top bunched up and bruised chest exposed,your smooth long legs were sexy,you were a sight all for him to devour,to fuck,to love.

He took in a deep breath and leaned towards you, taking the gag off of you and connecting his plump lips with your luscious ones in an urgent kiss.

One thing you came to conclusion with is Park Jimin is not your average soft lover. He does everything with fervour. The type that will take your breath away and at the same time will be the only air you breath.

Jimin's kiss was something you've never experienced. He took both of your lip and started sucking on them while pressing himself harder on your core, enough to make you squirm. His hands roamed around all of the places of his deepest darkest desires.

"Fuck baby,you drive me so fucking crazy—" he said between the kiss, sucking on your lower lip harshly, tucking at it and pulling it before letting go,"—i can't stop thinking about you Viv"

»so should I continue this? 👀 Thank you for your support, please grab your holy water afterwards and don't forget to preach lmao.

[rkivestation]

Okay I'm so down for this

Summary - Dr. Seokjin was the town’s most admired man—renowned, handsome, and endlessly kind. But at home, he belonged to a wife who couldn't bear to share him with the world. Yn was possessive, her love fierce and unrelenting. If she caught him looking at another woman for even a second too long, she’d make sure he remembered who he belonged to.

The hospital staff pitied him. They whispered about how unfair it was, how he was trapped in a marriage with a woman who didn’t deserve him. They thought Seokjin was helpless, a man too kind to leave his cruel, obsessive wife.

But none of them knew what truly went on behind closed doors.

None of them knew that Seokjin wasn’t as innocent as they thought.

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Are you ready for Yandere Seokjin?!!

[rkivestation]

I SENSE SO MANY MYSTERIES AND DRAMA!

A Royal Romance - Teaser 2

Author Note: So, the second teaser is here and I promise I will post the fic soon and it's going to be a LONG one. comment if you want to be added to the tag list. Let me know of all of your thoughts, feelings and even suggestions. Please note that this is just a small part of the fic, if it looks like it's a normal meet cute romance, it is not, it's a twisted royal romance.

Genre: Romance, Angst, Love Triangle, lots and lots of romance

Warnings: Mentions of smoking and drinking

Link to my masterlist if you want to check out my other stuff : here

In no time they’re pulling closer to the property and Jungkook has definitely been selling them short because theirs is a massive modern home with gardens all around, it’s gorgeous even in this evening light.

“Is there lipstick on my teeth?” ___ asks as Jungkook comes around to open the door for her, she flashes her a toothy smile but he just nods as he smiles. ___ can’t help but think back on the day Jungkook meet her parents, an event that happened over a month ago but still very clearly on her mind.

Unlike her family, his are waiting right by the door and warmly greet them as they walk closer, hand in hand. She’s a bit glad to see Nari and Jin, at least some familiar faces. There are hugs and more hugs even before they go in and all this warmness is unfamiliar to her.

“So glad to finally meet you your royal highness” Mrs Kim finally greets her properly as they find their way into the living room. “Please, call me ___” ___ asks and Mrs Kim chuckles as she looks at Jungkook.

“Jungkook called us to make sure we understood the greeting protocol, he was so insistent on it” She shares and ___ glares at Jungkook who immediately walks closer to them.

“I messed up the royal protocol the way we met your family, I didn’t want to make the same mistake again” he explains. “That’s because the royal family is just a bunch of jackasses who take pleasure in teasing people on messing up the royal protocol” ___ jokes and the room erupts into laughter.

“Now, ___ lets make our way to the dining room before my husband starts talking to you about politics on an empty stomach” Mrs Kim jokes as she leads the entire family and ___ definitely hears Jungkook tell his father to abstain from anything political.

The large wooden table is beautifully set, but unlike the extravagant, meticulously arranged state dinners she’s used to, this feels… lived-in. A few mismatched serving dishes, a folded napkin slightly out of place—it’s warm, inviting, and utterly unfamiliar to her.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Mrs. Kim says as she starts passing around dishes. “I wanted to make something fancy, but Jungkook told me that you enjoy homemade Korean food more” she shares and ___ turns to look at Jungkook with a sweet smile, he truly is so observant.

“Eat up, dear,” Mrs. Kim tells ___, nudging a plate of japchae toward her. “I have a feeling you’re also someone who forgets to eat when things get busy.” She says as she pointedly looks at Jungkook, there is clearly some back story there.

Jungkook smiles as he takes a small sip of his soup. “She is.” ___ blinks, surprised he even knows that about her. She clears her throat, focusing on serving herself. “You’re not wrong,” she admits. “My assistant practically schedules my meals into my day.”

Nari leans forward, intrigued. “That sounds exhausting. Do you ever just… sneak away?”

Jungkook laughs. “Oh, she does. Her security team nearly lost their minds the last time she snuck out between royal duties to get a snack”

___ shakes her head, feeling an odd mix of amusement and something else she can’t quite name. “It’s not that dramatic.” “You were nearly tackled outside a convenience store” Jungkook shares with a raised eyebrow.

Mrs. Kim smiles warmly. “Well, when you’re here, you don’t have to disappear at all. You can just be.”

___ looks up, caught off guard by the kindness in those words. It’s a simple thing to offer, but it’s rare—so rare that she doesn’t quite know what to do with it. She exhales softly, then nods. “That… means a lot. Thank you.”

The conversation moves along, the moment slipping away from one topic to another. Jungkook effortlessly redirects the attention, nudging the conversation toward a light hearted debate about his teenage years. Jin insists he was a handful, while Jungkook adamantly denies any wrongdoing.

Laughter spills through the room, warmth pressing in from all sides. The food is rich, the company richer, and for once, she’s not a princess, not a figurehead, not a symbol.

She’s just… ___, sitting at a dinner table, surrounded by people who don’t expect anything from her other than to simply be.

___ lets out a deep sigh as she takes a seat on the bed. It’s been a long night of lots of food and one too many desserts. Jungkook does the same as her as he takes a seat on a chair across her. Jungkook was so wrapped up with her meeting his family that he didn’t have the time to dwell on the fact that they have to stay in the same room and sleep on the same bed. He only realised that when she fell back on the bed with exhaustion.

“Do you think they liked me?” ___ asks as she focuses on the ceiling. “My father was showing you his collection of vintage books, he only does that with people he likes” Jungkook comments as he leans back in the chair, it’s been a particularly tough week at work, he still has some work to get done.

“And your mother?” “She asked you to be just you, that’s a good sign?” Jungkook isn’t enterly sure himself, his mother is always warm and welcoming to new people, plus none of his girlfriends have met her before so he isn’t sure what a good sign is.

“That was her being polite, god this dress is suffocating me” ___ complaints as she stands up and starts rummaging through her duffle bag.

“So, about the sleeping situation,” Jungkook interrupts as she’s taking out multiple pouches of god knows what, all he notices is how they all match.

“I can take the floor, it’s better for my back anyway” Jungkook offers and ___ scoffs as she takes her pouch of skincare to the bathroom. “That is ridiculous, we can just share the bed, it’s massive”

“Are you sure?” “Yes, now help me with this zipper because all designers make dresses with these impossible zips and I’m going to twist my arm one of these days” Jungkook stands awkwardly by the bed, unsure of how to proceed. The tension from earlier still lingers, but now it's mixed with the absurdity of the situation. He watches as ___ struggles with the zipper, twisting her body in weird angles to get a grip.

“Here,” Jungkook says, clearing his throat, and steps closer. He gently pulls the zipper down, careful not to catch her skin. ___ watches him through the mirror as she holds the dress tight. The playfulness from the dinner now long gone and the awkwardness back.

“I’ll just take a quick shower then you can, um” “Yes of course, take your time” Jungkook breaks away, taking a few steps back and closing the door behind him.

Jungkook doesn’t look up immediately, pretending to focus on the screen in front of him, though his mind is clearly elsewhere. The sound of the bathroom door creaking open catches his attention, and he glances over just as ___ walks back in. The scent of her skincare products and the lingering fragrance of her shower fill the air, and he swears for a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

She moves to the bed with quiet steps, slipping under the covers without saying a word. Her back is to him, the soft rustle of the sheets the only sound between them.

He’s fascinated with all the skincare products that she left, products that read weird. He forces himself to take a quick shower, brush his teeth and steal some of her moisturizer, hoping she won’t mind.

The room’s dark now, all the blinds drawn as Jungkook finally slips into bed. Work can wait for tomorrow. He gingerly slips into the bed, trying his best to not the duvet too much, not wanting to disturb an already asleep ___.

For a few moments, he simply lies there, staring at the ceiling in the dim light that filters in from outside. His mind races, though he knows he should be focusing on sleep. He can’t help but think of how unusual this whole situation is—sharing a bed with someone who isn’t just a colleague or a friend, but someone he’s been thrust into this strange dynamic with. A royal. And now, in this quiet, intimate space, he’s more aware of her than ever.

He shifts slightly, trying to find a comfortable position without disturbing her. The bed is far too big for just one person, but the closeness is still jarring. He can feel the weight of her presence even with the distance between them.

He wonders if she’s asleep, truly asleep, or if she’s just pretending to be, maybe just as self-conscious as he is. He’s facing her back and somewhere during staring at her navy-blue pyjamas, sleep catches up with him.

Light is softly filtering into the room as the cotton curtains move with the motion of wind. ___ flutters her eyes open and she’s surprised by Jungkook’s face a mere inches away from hers. Her breath catches in her throat as she blinks, her still-sleepy mind struggling to process the sight before her. Jungkook, completely at ease in sleep, his dark lashes resting against his cheek, his breathing slow and steady. She hadn’t expected them to drift this close overnight.

Their arms faintly touched each other yet it felt awfully intimate. ___’s focused on the moles oh his face, this may be the first time she’s noticed them.

Carefully, she slips out the bed, hoping he sleeps a little bit longer because just can’t take the suffocating awkwardness that comes in when it’s just two of them. The sound of shower doesn’t wake Jungkook up, neither the time ___ curses out loud when he almost drops her concealer, but the sound of the door shutting behind her does wake him up.

“Oh my god these are beautiful, how did you pick up this skill?” Jungkook hears his mothers voice as he walks down the stairs. “I used to work as a barista in college, my mother wanted us to work in service jobs because she thinks it’s an essential skill” ___ answers and Jungkook leans against the kitchen counter as he watches ___ show her how to make beautiful latte art.

“Plus back then, we were just a normal family living in New York and I was Sarah and not ___” she turns away to place the cup of coffee on the table, it’s then when she notices Jungkook looking at her very intently, a very toned, no shirt wearing Jungkook with all his tattoos showing.

Her breath catches for a split second before she quickly looks away, focusing on anything—anything—other than the fact that Jungkook is standing there like that.

Mrs. Kim, completely unfazed, takes a sip of her coffee and hums in delight. “Well, Sarah,” she teases lightly, “you have a real talent. If you ever get tired of being royal, you can open a café”

“I’ve always wanted to open a café, and have an entire wall dedicated to the cups I collect” ___ turns away to clean the machine, but also because she can’t look at Jungkook right now.

“And have a pottery studio in there too, or a library? A place people come to not just for coffee” ___ shares as she rinses the milk pitcher and Jungkook goes around the kitchen looking for some fruit. He stops right by ___ as he peels himself a banana.

“Where are those cups, I didn’t see them at your place?” Jungkook asks with curiosity and ___ looks up, focusing on looking at him and just his face, and not his very intricate sleeve of tattoo.

“They’re still in storage” ___ answers and Jungkook nods with a mouthful of fruit. “Is that my shirt?” Jungkook mumbles quietly and Mrs Kim watches the two of them from the breakfast nook.

“Yes, I forgot to pack a top and I checked to see that there was still a shirt for your suit later” ___ had a mini panic attack when the realisation struck her this morning, she should never pack in a rush.

Jungkook chews thoughtfully, his gaze flickering to the oversized shirt that’s tucked into her jeans. First the jacket and now the shirt, his clothes look better on her.

“I usually go for a run in the mornings, but if you—” he gestures vaguely, “—want me to stick around, I can.” She chuckles, stirring her coffee lazily. “I think I’ll survive without you for an hour.”

“Are you sure?” He tilts his head, smirking. “What if your latte art fails without my moral support?” “Then I’ll suffer in silence.”

Jungkook chuckles, taking a few steps away, “Alright, your highness, don’t miss me too much.” “I won’t,” she deadpans, taking another sip.

But as she watches him stretch, his toned arms flexing, tattoos shifting with every movement, she suddenly wonders if she should’ve told him to stay. Not because she needs him around—definitely not—but because the house feels just a little too big, a little too unfamiliar, without him in it.

The decorators as busy setting up the lawn for the party, a tasteful decoration of flowers and lights, everything has silver themes, it’s a silver anniversary celebration after all. ___ and Nari follow around Mr Kim as he points out a few things that need changing, how the tables should be set up, how the floral arrangements should have more white roses, and how the lighting needs to be slightly dimmer to create a warmer ambiance.

“I swear he’s more stressed about this party than mom,” Nari whispers to ___, and she stifles a laugh. Mr. Kim is meticulously adjusting a centrepiece himself now, unsatisfied with the way the flowers are arranged.

“It has to be perfect,” he mutters, stepping back to observe the table setting. “Twenty-five years isn’t a small thing.” As she trails behind, watching Mr. Kim continue his inspection, she feels a familiar presence beside her.

“Having fun listening to my father bitch and moan about table setting” Jungkook whispers painfully close to her ear as he hands her a glass of something, also one to Nari.

“Is this going to make me throw up?” ___ asks with genuine concern and Jungkook chuckles remembering the events from a few days ago. “It’s coconut water” Jungkook answers as his father walks away to discuss some things with the people setting up the lights, he might just go up the ladder and do things his way.

“He had a whole presentation made for my 12th birthday, it was so intense, there were several briefings” Jungkook shares and ___ is starting to understand this very loving family, they do actually care.

“For your wedding, make sure he never gets the number of your wedding planner, mine was in tears and snots by the ceremony because of him” Nari comments casually and the two of them tense up immediately.

Jungkook awkwardly, and ___ nearly chokes on her drink. “Oh, I—uh—” ___ starts, glancing at Jungkook, who looks equally blindsided.

Nari blinks at their reactions before realization dawns on her face. “Oh. Right. You two aren’t—” She waves a hand. “Forget I said anything.”

There’s a brief, tense silence. Then Jungkook, ever the professional deflector, clears his throat. “Well, now I have to know. What did he do to your wedding planner?” “How do you not know that, you slept with that wedding planner?” Nari speaks with an accusatory tone and Jungkook is regretting this deflection.

“Let’s get you girls inside, the heat is making the pregnant lady say stupid things” Jungkook glares at Nari who’s clearly showing now as he somehow dodges this.

“So, I met my husband in college, we were college sweethearts and god was it wonderful to be young, broke and in college” Mrs speaks into the mic as she addresses the entire party.

Jungkook’s mother smiles fondly, looking toward her husband as she continues, “We had nothing but cheap takeout, late-night library dates, and dreams bigger than our wallets.”

The crowd chuckles, and Mrs Kim continues talking, “She was the smart one. I was just the guy who carried her books” Mr Kim chimes in and the crowd erupts into laughter.

Onstage, Mrs Kim’s voice softens. “We got married 25 years ago, and everyone tend to focus on the wedding, but we have always focused on our marriage and god has it been a ride. We got years of partnership, love, support and plenty of arguments about the right way to wash dishes”

“But through every argument, every challenge, and every change life threw at us, there was never a moment I doubted us. Because we built something real. Something strong.” She stops talking for a second as she places a hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“Something worth fighting for” The room quiets for a beat, the weight of their words settling in.

___ shifts slightly, suddenly hyperaware of Jungkook’s presence beside her. She sneaks a glance at him, but his gaze is locked on his parents, his expression unreadable.

“The marriage has given us a lifetime of joy and happiness, our two wonderful sons, who are so impossibly in love with their partners and god did they learn the right things from their father” The crowd chuckles warmly at Mrs Kim’s words, and Jungkook’s expression softens, his eyes flickering briefly toward ___.

“This morning, I really noticed my sons, my eldest, who has a kid on the way won’t even let her wife pick up a spoon, his eyes are fixed on her pregnant wife, and that is exactly how my husband was with me” she shares and Jin is red with a blush and Nari reaches over to peck his cheeks.

“And my youngest, he went on a run this morning and picked flowers for her on his way back, completely butchered my flower bushes but they’re in love, I can’t be mad” The room falls into a warm, affectionate silence as Mrs. Kim’s words sink in. Jungkook’s face goes a shade darker, and he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, clearly trying to hide the embarrassment.

“You know, I really didn’t mean to mess up the bushes,” he mumbles, his voice sheepish. "They looked perfect in the moment..."

A ripple of laughter runs through the crowd, and ___ can’t help but smile. ___ looks over at him, his disarming charm now tempered by the soft blush on his cheeks. It’s a side of him she hadn’t quite seen before—vulnerable, a little unsure, but still endearing.

Mrs. Kim beams at him. “And that’s exactly how you know it’s real love. When you do something ridiculous but it still counts because it’s for the person you care about. That is what my husband has been with me for the last wonderful 25 years”

“So, to our wonderful years and to many more to come, cheers!”

The party simmers down as the night goes on, the music switching from classic jazz to romantic ballads. Jin and Nari left a long time ago, something about nausea and the parents are off talking to some guests so once again, it’s ___ and Jungkook by themselves.

“I saw you getting cornered by my aunt, I hope there weren’t any invasive questions” Jungkook speaks up as he takes a sip of his wine, ___ chuckles as she takes a long sip herself.

“Lots, but she still wasn’t impressed, she thinks you can do better” ___ isn’t entirely joking as she leans back in her chair, feeling his arm around her chair. “There is no universe where there is a possibility of me doing better than you, if it was not for your father intervening, I would have fumbled you, horribly”

It’s when Jungkook says things like this when her heart truly aches, the reality of the situation hits her right in the face, no matter how in love they act, at the end of the day, it’s an act.

“I really should get going, Namjoon will drive me back to the city” Jungkook’s smile falters at her words, and he straightens up slightly, his arm still lingering on the back of her chair. The playful tone he had moments ago fades into something more uncertain, more cautious. "You don’t have to leave yet, I can drive you in the morning”

“I am a member of the royal advisory board that is planning the funeral service for Eugene, Yuri and the late king and queen, it’s been five years already” Jungkook’s expression shifts as he processes her words, his brow furrowing.

“Let me walk you out at least, say good bye to my parents, shield you from any other invasive questions from my aunt” Jungkook offers as he stands up, he also offers his hand while ___ takes gladly.

Namjoon is waiting right by the car, all ready for her to leave. “You did amazing by the way, better than I did with your parents” Jungkook says in an attempt to cheer her up, but he also means it, very deeply.

“Thank you, I had a full-blown panic attack about this in my apartment before you picked me up” ___ shares and Jungkook laughs, the kind where the smile reaches his eyes. “The remnants of which were seen in my car, you definitely need to cut back on your candy intake”

___ laughs as she crosses her arms, leaning against the car, “Why should I listen to you?” “Well, I am your pretend boyfriend after all, I’m just looking out for you. Your health, your candy intake, and all that” his tone is joking but this is all too heavy to him.

___ raises an eyebrow, not missing the subtle shift in his tone. She knows exactly what he's trying to do—keep things casual, keep the distance. "Your pretend boyfriend, huh? Then why does it feel like you're starting to sound a little too invested?"

Jungkook gives a tight smile, trying to shake off any thought that strays too far from the boundaries of their arrangement. "Nope, no confusion here. Just doing my job."

___ laughs, more for herself than for him. "Right. Your job." She pulls herself off the car, the air between them thick with the kind of unsaid things that neither of them dares to voice. "Well, you should get back to that job then, since I’m good to go now."

Jungkook nods, his expression neutral, even though something about the way she says it makes the conversation feel more real than it should. "Yeah. Of course."

The moment hangs there, the weight of their unspoken understanding heavy in the air. This is just an arrangement. Nothing more. Neither of them can afford to forget that.

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[rkivestation]

super rich kids || act I, scene I

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Cutlery and glasses clinked around you, and people chatted loudly and happily, yet the only thing that jarred you from your abstracted silence was the feeling of a hand and cool, metal rings on your shoulder.

You turned around, curious as to who had snuck up behind you, and were greeted by the kind face of your economics professor. She was an older woman, dressed from head to toe in linen and cashmere and dripping with designer luxuries. She gave you a proud smile, which was all too telling of her past — her face was dappled with sun spots, and the deflated remnants of filler was visible in her cheeks.

Her aged hand was still on your shoulder, and gave it a tight squeeze of fondness. “Congratulations, [name]!” she said, referencing the blue folder on your lap and thick cardstock paper of achievement inside of it. “You’ve worked hard all semester, and if anybody deserves recognition, it’s you. Keep up the good work, alright?” she said, giving two light pats to the back of your shoulder as she finished speaking.

You gave her a grateful smile, and nodded agreeably. “I won’t disappoint you, professor. Thank you.” with that, she smiled at you again, and bid you goodbye as her attention was grabbed by somebody else. But just as soon as she had left, she was replaced, not by one older woman, but by three guys your age.

One of them, who replaced the professor’s spot and stood imposingly between your own chair and the adjacent one, was broad-shouldered and had soft blonde hair. His friend, the second guy, had slipped into the chair next to yours. His hair was a bright, electric blue, and there was something about his eyes that made you feel slightly uneasy. Something unnerving. And the third one, who had occupied the seat next to the blue haired one, looked younger, slightly lost. His wide brown eyes didn’t seem to match the edge of his deep black mullet and face piercings. The blonde one let out a low whistle, and shook his head in disapproval.

“I guess that’s what happens when you spend too much time in the sun…what a shame.” he tsked, staring in the direction of your now-laughing professor as she walked away with her colleague.

“I’m sorry?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the unprovoked comment.

He looks back down at you, and you meet his eyes for the first time. He looks like somebody you would want to trust. Want to. He shakes his head again, but this time more rapidly. “Oh! God, i’m not talking about you, dear. Not at all. Don’t worry.” he explained, “I was talking about that woman that just walked away. I mean,” he scoffed, “You can take the woman out of the sun, but..”

His backtracking incited a quiet snicker from the black haired guy, but the blue haired one just rolled his eyes. “Namjoon, that’s rude. Why do you have to say things like that?” he complained, shaking his head at his friend. The blonde one, presumably Namjoon, gave the blue haired guy a look that screamed ‘seriously?���, and seemed to move on.

“So you’re smart?” the black haired boy chirped, looking eagerly in your direction as he stuck his head past his friend. Before you could answer, Namjoon spoke up again. “of course she is, Jungkook. Everybody here is smart. You don’t get invited to dean’s luncheons if you’re not.”

The blue haired boy scoffs again. “Clearly not everybody.” he quipped, rolling his eyes. “You weren’t even invited to this thing, you snuck in here to steal the food and hit on girls. Don’t even try to deny it.” the black haired guy, clearly upset at being given away, retracted back into his seat, looking like a kicked puppy. Namjoon gave a short laugh. He put his hand on the back of your chair, and leaned down closer to you, so that he was speaking just above your ear. “Just think. This is what I deal with, all day, every day. Isn’t that a shame, darling?”

Darling? How weird! You’ve known these people for maybe five minutes? You responded with a half-smile and a nod, praying that they would get the message and leave you the hell alone. The luncheon would be coming to a close soon, and it felt like you had a to-do list a mile long. All you wanted to do was get out of here and move on with your day.

Standing back up, he smiled cheekily at you. He was definitely trying something. You shifted in your seat, stretching your arms slightly, hoping to make obvious your disinterest and be set free from the bizarre conversation you found yourself a part of. Namjoon didn’t miss it. “So…” he started, but paused, as he waited expectantly for you to introduce yourself.

“[Name].”

“[Name]. So, [name], are you busy tonight? You have any plans?”

You shook your head. “not really, but—”

“—Oh, good! You’ll come to our party, then. Right? You’ll come out and have a good time?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at namjoon and the blue haired boy. The black haired boy was still there, but he was too engaged in eating a bowl of soup out of an intricate ceramic bowl to participate in the conversation. “I don’t think so, i’ve got homewo—”

“—Don’t be difficult, [n/n]. If you’re at this luncheon thing, and if you’re not Jungkook, then your grades are good enough for you to miss one night of academics. Come on, we’re friends! Don’t make us sad.” the blue haired boy coaxed, his uncanny gaze boring into your own baffled one.

You shook your head again. “Seriously, I shouldn’t. I have other things to do tonight. Really.” namjoon scoffed, and leaned back down to look at you. “[Name]. You’re telling me, that you’re going to reject a night out with your friends, and deny good drinks, and good music, and good memories, so you can stay in your stuffy little dorm, fold clothes, and read about molecules? During the prime of your life?” he said sardonically, barely holding back his smirk as he spoke.

Something inside of you changed, just for a minute, but it was strong enough to make you cave. Inhaling deeply, you gave in. “fine. I’ll think about it.” you said, feeling slightly gutless at how easily he got you to give in. How did that even happen? Namjoon didn’t seem to care, though, and neither did the blue haired one. They both beamed happily at you. “See? That’s all we wanted.” the blue haired one said, as if it were the easiest thing on earth.

“Well, Taehyung, we should probably get out of [name]’s hair. I’d tell Jungkook too, but I don’t think he even knows we’re here anymore. But we wouldn’t want our new friend to get sick of us already, would we?” he asked his friend. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook. The calm one, the sassy one, and the one that gorged himself on bread rolls for ten minutes.

“Can’t wait to see you later, darling.” Namjoon said happily, wrapping his arm around you for a brief moment before departing from his spot. “see you soon, [n/n]!” Taehyung beamed as he got up. Jungkook, the last to notice his friends leaving, put down his napkin and gave you a smile — well, the best one he could give with his mouth full of bread — and ran to join his friends. And then, they were gone.

What the hell?

“I Don’t know, Lyd,” you said into the phone, “I just don’t really want to go. I’m a busy person.” Lydia sighed again, for what seemed like the hundredth time in fifteen minutes. “[Name], I don’t know how I’m the only one who sees how great this is. I mean,” she pauses; you hear her shifting around in her seat, “some handsome guys come and ask you to party with them, they call you darling, come on! What is there not to like?!” she exclaims.

You sigh. “it was just weird. Like-” you hesitate, unsure of how to explain your thoughts, “yeah, they asked, but like, they did it in a way that would have made it weird if I had kept saying no. You know?”

“I get what you’re saying, [n/n], but I think you’re reading too deep into it. The main point here is that you were personally invited by some handsome guys to a party tonight. Do you know the things that other girls would do for this? Do you know the things I would do for this? You’re a lucky girl, [name].”

Maybe she’s right. “I guess it’s not the worst idea.” you admit. “See! That’s the spirit. 20 years from now, you’ll be so glad you went out and enjoyed your youth.” Lydia said. You could hear her get up and start walking around. “It’s gonna be great. You can wear that new top you got, we’re gonna look amazing, and we’re gonna have an amazing time. And you’ve got me all excited, so don’t even think about backing out now!” she exclaimed.

You chuckled at her excitement. “Alright, fine. But you can’t leave me this time, you got that? Or else I’ll have your head.” you warned, shuddering at the several times Lydia had left you hanging for over an hour after she had gotten drunk and wandered off. “ma’am, yes ma’am!” she said, before giving a jubilant cheer and hanging up the phone.

Well, it’s set now. Your plans of room chores and food delivery were foiled. You tried to be excited, (but, how sad could you really be about missing out on laundry?) But something deep within you nagged at your gut, a part of you that you had only met a handful of times, and somehow it was always in the most precarious moments.

Things could only go so bad…right?

[rkivestation]

THIS IS SO UNIQUE OMG,THE PLOT ALREADY GOT ME FEELING INVESTED

A Royal Romance - Teaser 1

Author Note: So, as promised, I am putting out the first teaser for this fic, read it, like it, and comment if you want to be added to the tag list. Let me know of all of your thoughts, feelings and even suggestions. Please note that this is just a small part of the fic, if it looks like it's a normal meet cute romance, it is not, it's a twisted royal romance.

Genre: Romance, Angst, Love Triangle, lots and lots of romance

Warnings: Mentions of smoking and drinking

Link to my masterlist if you want to check out my other stuff : here

“Congratulations!!!” Mingyu hollers as he sees Jungkook right before going on stage. The two friends hug each other, first time tonight when Jungkook greets someone comfortably. They met ages ago, in high school and even tho Mingyu is a high-profile model, they’ve stayed close.

“I’m so nervous I may throw up” Jungkook mutters to his friend as he adjusts his suit, it’s right at that moment that there’s a loud commotion, and all the sudden, the press if focused elsewhere.

The two men silently try and focus in on the cause of it all, their eyes stay fixed as a woman with a glamorous golden dress and her shiny hair come into focus. She isn’t just any other woman, she’s princess ___, and that just makes Jungkook more nauseous.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she” Mingyu mutters as the men continue to shamelessly stare as the princess walks closer to the event.

“Breathtaking” Jungkook can feel a few cameras on himself too, but he can’t help but look away. Everything about her grabs his attention, her smile, the flowy hair, the dress.

“Okay, she’s coming closer, I’ll go and smile for the cameras and see you inside” Mingyu leaves with one final tap on his friends back while Jungkook stays turned around, waiting for the princess to come closer. He contemplates if he should walk closer to greet here, and Han is tapping is shoulder before he decides.

“The royal protocol is you bow first, and the formal greeting is your royal highness and ma’am after that, go on, walk to her” Han instructs and Jungkook follows, suddenly right in front of her. He bows like instructed and so does she, ___ looks at her expectantly, and suddenly Jungkook’s forgotten how to speak.

“Congratulations Mr Jeon, now I haven’t played video games ever, but people in my office love playing yours after hours” ___ takes the lead and Jungkook can’t help but smile widely.

“Thank you, your royal highness, hopefully, the people in your office like this one as well” he says as they walk to the stage, at a very glacial stage.

“Oh don’t start with the your royal highness, call me ___, please” ___ says with a small smile, picking up her dress ever so slightly to walk better, the heels are definitely taxing.

“I’m not going to do that, my assistant may actually shoot me if I don’t follow the royal protocol, he’s briefed me on it a hundred times since your RSVP’d” Jungkook jokes and ___ can’t help be a bit charmed by his toothy smile.

“Oh, I don’t want to be the reason you get shot, on a very important day for you after all” the two of them have totally stopped by the stage for this conversation, disregarding all the cameras.

“He’s quite strict, right now, he’s probably accounting all the extra time we’ve taken up to talk and adjust the timeline for the rest of the event” Jungkook jokes, despite how nervous he is, he doesn’t want the princess thinking he’s not funny.

“Oh well, not to make his job too hard, I’ll go on stage and be pretty before you get into more trouble” ___ says as she takes a step back, but still not moving. He eyes go from his big bright eyes, to his many ear piercings, to his folded over shirt collar. Her instincts tell her to just reach and straighten it, but she smiles and indicates to it, suddenly all aware of the cameras.

Jungkook shyly nods as he fixes her collar, looking back at her. “Thank you for this, and coming here” “Thank you for inviting me, and come find me inside” she says as she walks away.

Han had been feeling breathless all day, he’s been working towards this for this last three months, and that was just the event. He thought he would almost faint the moment Jungkook misspoke during the presentation, but to his relief, his boss just laughed and continued on. As Jungkook gets off the stage, done with the formalities of it all, the dinner is served and he feels like he can finally breath again.

“Where am I seated for the dinner?” Jungkook asks as he unbuttons his suit jacket, if it were up to him, he would have removed it all together.

“With your family,” Han says as he leads Jungkook to the assigned table, they stop every now and then as people congratulate him.

“I’ll go and see my parents, but if you could find me a table on the princesses table, she asked me to come find her” Jungkook speaks with a small smile, when up on stage, he could see her very clearly in her golden dress, she listened very intently for someone who doesn’t play video games.

“I’ll see, Mingyu has been keeping her company so I’ll move him or ask her safety officer to move to the next table” the thought of Mingyu chatting her up suddenly has Jungkook a bit bothered, but before he can think more of it, his mother engulfs him in a warm hug.

“Have you taken your medicine?” Jungkook asks his father as the first course is being served. Han texted him that moving anyone is not possible right now, he’ll have to come and find her once dinner is over.

“I did, you need to stop worrying about me, and celebrate your success today” his father says with a gentle tap to his hand. Jungkook worries, constantly worries after the minor stroke his father had a few months ago.

His brother is busy talking to his wife, so are his parents and the sudden quite at the table forces Jungkook to look around. He sees a room full of the most important people to his and his country as they continue to chat away, the room is full of voices and constant sound of cutlery.

He sees his senior team as they discuss something, he sees a table full of influencers as they continue to be on their phone, the table full of his investors among the many tables around him. But he’s looking for one specific one that he just can’t spot yet.

“Who are you looking for?” Nari, his sister-in-law asks as the dessert is served. On a normal day, Jungkook would absolutely be attacking this dessert, but he just doesn’t have the appetite today.

“Princess ___” Jungkook answers honestly, he’s known Nari for years now, she’s not someone he can lie too. Nari giggles as she turns around in her seat, trying to spot the princess and she immediately does.

“She is quite dazzling, very royal. She doesn’t attend events like these, how did you even manage to invite her?” Nari asks as she takes a bite of tiramisu. Jungkook smiles as he thinking back to a letter that Han explained over a month ago.

“Her office was the one that reached out actually, she sent a royal letter to congratulate us on our success and new adventure. Han was completely puzzled about what to do, I mean what does one even do when a royal princess tells you that your business has been making tremendous waves in the market. So, to reciprocate, we sent her an invite to the event, knowing full well she won’t say yes, but to our surprise she did” Jungkook explains taking a bite himself too, and he would have regretted if he didn’t taste this tiramisu.

“Wow, that’s all you sent, an invite-“ “With flowers” Jungkook had picked out the hydrangeas himself, they were in season.

“I’m speaking at a college tomorrow, it’s a panel about a complicated topic that basically means how important it is for women to be in higher education” ___ shares with her new friend Kim Mingyu. Tonight she’s seated with Mingyu on one side and Namjoon on the other, there are other business people on the table that she hasn’t bother to talk to much. They had disappeared after dinner to socialize themselves.

“Wow, you’re getting your masters right?” Mingyu asks as he takes a sip of his champagne, now that the dinner is done, there’s a more causal feel in the banquet room, with free-flowing drinks and talk.

“Yes, that reminds me that I have to meet one of my professors about some study material he’s assigned” ___ shares as she nurses her second gin and tonic of the night. Her new friend chuckles before he drowns his drink entirely.

“I never went to college, I was scouted during high school. It happened at a game room that Jungkook and I were leaving. Jungkook was scouted too, but he had his eyes set on Seoul University” Mingyu shares and flashes of Jungkook in his double-breasted jacket and crinkling eyes as he smiles come back to her.

“That’s where I’m speaking tomorrow, Mr Jeon’s alma matter” “Mr Jeon?” a voice booms from behind them, its Jungkook with two drinks in his hand.

“Namjoon scoot over, let Mr Jeon sit” ___ nudges her security officer who has a very straight face that scares Jungkook, he just smiles shyly as he takes the seat next to the princess.

“No Mr Jeon, just Jungkook your royal highness” “Well, that can only happen when it’s ___ instead of your royal highness Mr Jeon” Mingyu watches this banter and in a blink of a second, it’s almost like he’s invisible, not that he’s complaining. He’s observed his best friend look at the princess with stars in his eyes all evening, still Mingyu isn’t sure it’s being he’s enchanted by her or because she’s a princess.

“Actually no, it has to be your royal highness or ma’am for him, there’s way too much press here for him to address you casually” Namjoon interjects and ___ has truly never gotten over Namjoon being the straight man.

“You see ma’am, you come with rules that I just can’t look past, now I’m afraid he’s going to shoot me” Jungkook jokes taking a double take to the very muscular man to his other side, a man who can definitely take him down.

“But I am younger than you, ma’am makes me feel middle aged” ___ complains as she reaches over for one of the glasses of champagne Jungkook brought over. She’s breaking the two-drink rule tonight.

“Ma’am is for respect, your royal highness you are third in line to the royal throne” Namjoon interjects again and ___ wants to reach over and punch him, but she knows it’s only going to hurt her.

“Can we step away for a moment, for a smoke maybe” ___ asks Jungkook and he’s immediately pushing his chair back to stand up while Namjoon mutters a no.

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[rkivestation]

“Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.”

― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

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A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis