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Great Sexpectations

Synopsis: The genre is drama and smut. The campus nerd wants to tutor you so your grades can improve. The campus slut wants to get laid.

Series warnings: Smut, Spanking, toxic relationship dynamics, slapping, infidelity, hypersexuality

Word Count: ~5,000

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Chapter warnings: blowjob (male receiving); failing college

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“I’m so sorry to hear you have having trouble, Y/L/N.”

You give your Introduction to Theology professor eyes so seductively sad that the sirens beckoning sailors in the myths would be swayed. With the intent to fuck your professor for an A like you’ve read about so much online, you’re dressed in a red blouse you bought that morning that generously displays your ample cleavage. Long legs cross over each other to bring attention to the amount of naked skin you walked into this man’s office with.

“I really appreciate you coming to my office hours. I normally have no remorse for students who come right after midterm examinations. Thankfully, you’re here two weeks before the exam. There is plenty that can be done.”

It may be your imagination, but you sense a shift in the mood. Had he picked up the true reason for your coming here finally? You pout your heavily glossed lips and batted your heavily mascaraed eyelashes – tucking a perferctly curled side bang behind your ear. You even let a fake tear slip out of desperation. Damn, you should have went into acting. “It’s just so hard,” you complain again.

He looks you up and down. You’re seated a little ways from him so he can see your entire body and drinks his fill. When he licks his lips, you start shoving the tufetted arm chair closer to his desk so you can lean on it and get close to him. He eyes your cleavage and your elbows come together on your side to push your breasts up even higher.  He susurrates, “There is hope still, as I’ve said, but you will have to let me help you.”

His eyes rake from your’s to your lips, neck, and back to your decolletage. You could not help the ends of your lips curving in an early victory, especially when he reaches and arm over the grand oak desk toward your chest.

Breath withheld, you cheer in your mind. Who knew it would be this easy, you thought to yourself. After flunking each of your classes last semester, your parents berated you and threatened to send you away to live with the nuns. They weren’t stupid, they heard the rumours that milled on campus about your escapades. Little you, so excited to get ready with no dress codes, look pretty, and date guys who weren’t in high school.

This semester, you went to classes somewhat depressed and anxious thinking about how you were going to succeed in university. You tried the methods that got you a 3.97 out of 4.00 GPA in high school, but they weren’t working anymore. You shouldn’t have skipped that orientation session on “How to Succeed in College.”

The flapping of a paper brings you back to the moment. Your professor grabbed a stapled stack of papers from his desk, right under your chest and read the name, “Kim Namjoon. He does very well in his classes and I am sure you will find his instruction most helpful. He’s currently a Junior but I can ensure he will have time to help you.”

You’re gobsmacked. He’s assigning you a study partner? How will this help you?

*Knock knock knockity knock* The office door opens and you both look at the intruder.

“Ah! Kim Namjoon, the man himself,” your professor smiled in greeting.

“I’m sorry, Professor, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just come back another-“ the man says in a surprisingly deep voice.

You scoff, “Please, I was just about to leave. Have a seat.” You rise from the arm chair you're leaned against, sling your purse over your shoulder and exit in a haste yelling “Thank you, Professor,” somewhere in the rush.

And to think you actually started getting wet thinking you were about to have your naked body writing on the old man’s desk. Either way, you’re needy now so you’re going to have to find a “friend” and fix that.

...

“Is she okay?” Namjoon asks as he sits right where you were.

Dr. Jung laughs. “Yes, she will be fine because she will have you as a tutor.”

“Sorry, professor, I’m struggling in your THE378 course as is. I don’t think I have time to-“

“Ah, but that is exactly why you will tutor her. I will give you extra credit for every grade letter she improves upon.” The faculty leans back in his chair and regards the shocked look on his protégé’s face. “It’s only for THE 101. She currently has an F and midterms are in two weeks.”

Namjoon’s eyes turn into crescents with his dimples deepening. “Thank you! I will gladly help her.” The older man swings to face his computer and begins typing an email to connect the two with Namjoon giddy in his seat. Since he first started in this program, he’s heard that students do NOT get 4.0’s due to this insanely difficult course. With this, Namjoon can actually get a 4.50 if he plays his cards right.

This should be easier than stealing candy from a baby.

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You spot this “Namjoon” sitting at one of the tables that seats 4 in the library. He’s huge and super hard to miss. He spots you as you walk up to where he sat. As always, campus is your runway so you wore a sweatpants styled mini skirt, a cropped wifebeater with a heart painted on, and accessorised with red. Upon seeing you, you realise he has dimples which are so cute on this dork. You begin to wonder whether he would just do all your work for you if you played your cards right.

The din in the library is at its normal hushed level and the A/C would normally bother you, but it is packed with midterms already starting. You decide to sit across from him.

“Hi! You must be, Y/N,” he greets.

A tight lipped smile is all you can offer.

He grabs his backpack from the floor and fish out his notes, still on cloud 9 about this extra credit opportunity. “Alrighty, lets take out our notes and we can start from, well, the start.”

Your notes are nothing compared to his. You pout looking at his full notebook and Namjoon notices.

“What’s wrong,” he asks with sincerity.

You shake your head and sigh. You open your notebook to reveal pages with no more than one line written on them.

“You don’t take notes for the class?”

“I try to but he speaks so fast I cant keep up. I record the lectures.”

“Then why are you failing? Are you not going back to listen to them?” Namjoon is appalled. You literally get to listen to lectures as much as you want so he cannot understand why you’re failing.

“I cant understand the material,” you earnestly answer, slightly embarrassed. “I just don’t get it and I try to supplement his teachings with textbooks, but they are even more confusing.” You shed a tear.

Empathetically, Namjoon closes your notebook and gives you a comforting smile. “Cheer up, please,” he begs. “Trust me, I will help you. Take out your textbook.”

You take it out of your Birkin and open it to the first chapter while Namjoon rummaged in his knapsack for something, too. The front of this notebook states THE 101 and when he opens it, you see his pages are dated from three years ago.

The laugh escapes your throat before you could contain it. Namjoon looks up at you from his notebook puzzled. “What’s so funny?”

His confusion only fuels your laughter and students at the neigbouring tables eye you nastily.

“It’s good to see you’re not sad anymore, but what happened?”

 “You keep your notes after the semester is over,” you question while wiping a stray tear from your eye.

Namjoon sighs. “You don’t? Look, this isn’t high school anymore. All of these classes connect and you’re expected to know the basics of the lower level versions of courses when you get to the higher levels.” Namjoon gesticulates as he lectures you and you zone out eyeing his hands. They’re big like his arms. Well, everything about this man is big – even his smile.

Your mind truly drifts when you wonder what else is big on him.

Fuck, he can probably just pick her up and penetr-

Youre snapped back to reality when his phone rings. He sighs looking at the caller ID and answers.

His volume is pretty loud even though he’s not on speaker so you can hear it’s a girl on the other end.

“Yeah, hey, I will call you back soon. I’m kinda busy but I should be free in a few minutes actually,” he says into the phone. His phone voice is so sexy.

Wait.

Wait, are you daydreaming about your fucking tutor?!

This is a wild low for you... given your situation.

Also, did he say a few more minutes? You look at your watch and see it was 4:45. Your meeting was supposed to be from 4:30 to 5:00 but you came ten minutes late. He probably agreed to this time because he had something else to do, you worry.

Now you see why he insisted on meeting for two hours in your email exchanges. You don’t want him to go yet.

After he hangs up, he murmurs, “Sorry about that,” while he searches for a paper in his binder. He pulls it out and you see it was the course syllabus. “I understand it’s the still same since I took it, so how about for today we just go over it? Then, when you get home, I want you to listen to his recordings, read the textbook chapter, and then fill your notebook with actual notes.”

His dragon eyes pinned you. There was no looking away when he spoke. His voice commanded your undivided attention so you listened, one second away from drooling.

“You understand?” You nod. “I didn’t see you write any of that down…”

You open the planner on your iPad and make the tasks.

Namjoon reads the syllabus starting from the course description. “So you see, theology and religion are not the same studies. They come up in each discussion for one or the other, but I don’t want to hear you ever speaking solely about one religion for any of these topics. You’re always going to pull from other sources.”

He continues reading the syllabus explaining expectations and you actually take notes. As promised, when done at 5:01, he packs his bag, gives you his cell number to contact him from now on, and leaves.

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The next tutoring session of the two of you met next week.

It would have been ideal to meet for a few hours that week, but your schedules did not align. You had dates and he had “assignments.”

You smooth your short, ruffle hem, denim skirt as you walked to the same table you did last week. He must have a preference. You wear a long sleeve top this time, but it’s pink and sheer with nothing but a black bombshell bra underneath. You were feeling lazy so you threw on some pink crocs and left your hair down.

This time, however, you sit next to him instead of across.

Its time for your first real lesson – The Creation of Man via Christianity. Namjoon drones on about women coming from rib and blah blah blah and you’re about to scream from boredom. 

“So now in the context of this class, we have to understand the symbolism tha-“

“Hey, Namjoon, what do you like to do for fun,” you ask in one breath.

Obviously caught off cuard, he repeats, “What do I like to do for fun?” A heartbeat passes and you look up at him through your eyelashes. “Are you serious? We need to to study.”

You hesitate a little, “I just asked because you seem to know a lot about this stuff.

Namjoon sighs and looks up as if her question wasn’t so out the blue. “I like to read.”

You scoff. “Of course you do.” You mock and immediately regret it with the stare he pins you with. He doesn’t have to speak to say what is on his mind and you’re at a loss for words so you don’t say anything.

……………………………………………………………….

I like to read. You roll your eyes at his words from yesterday. Maybe if you liked reading now as much as you had in middle school, you wouldn’t be failing. Your legs carry you to the library but no lesson is scheduled. You’re here on personal business – to find something to read. You head to the fiction section, passing by the rows of shelved books neatly organised.

An hour passes with you picking out three books. Seven hours pass and you’ve read all three. A tear falls from your eye at the beautiful ending.

You check out some more books to carry home, surprised at all the fun you actually had.

………………………………………….

It’s the week of the midterm exams and the library was much too full. This week, Namjoon texted you to meet at a coffee shop on campus instead. He’s already sitting at a table.

You practically run there from your dorm room. This is your second meeting this week and your exam is in two days. You catch him shaking the ice from his half empty Americano and you smile seeing him on his phone. “Hey Namjoon!”

“Y/N,” he smiles. “Did you read the chapters yet?”

“Yeah, but the more I read the more I realise I don’t know…”

He looks at you sympathetically and the two of your review for your midterm exam for a few hours uninterrupted.

As he closes his textbook, you ask shyly, “What kinds of books do you read, Namjoon?”

Namjoon looks at you and shakes his head, putting his attention back to his phone after three hours. “I’m not falling for that again,” he chuckles.

“No, I’m being serious. Last week I read a few books from the library and I wondered what kinds you were interested in to be so smart and all. I mean, I read The Hating Game yesterday, but I don’t think you read those kinds of books.”

Namjoon raises his brows for a split second. Had you blinked, you would’ve missed it. “Well, I thought the Midnight Library was good.” You scribble it down in a notepad.

“Anything else? Like which ones are your favourite?”

“I loved Born 1982, too.” He watches you write that but you wrote Born 1982-2. “Here,” he says sliding your notepad toward him. He writes a few titles and adds the authors’ name while he tells you about them. You can tell he which ones he really enjoyed by the way his face lights up.

You’re enjoying hearing him ramble and tell you about his books, laughing when he says something funny, getting distracted by his beautiful long fingers wrapped around your sparkly, purple pen topped with feathers.

Out the corner of your eye, you notice someone is at the table next you. You turn to see someone is half sitting at the adjacent table staring right at you and sigh upon seeing who it was.

He was just some guy you screwed around with a few times last semester. He claims you dated but you wouldn’t call it dating, you just fucked once at a party but now he’s making it seem like it was something more, however. Its very strange, given he has an entire harem. He started calling and texting you last week but you blocked him.

You were having a lot of fun talking to Namjoon but now he’s making it so awkward. Namjoon follows your line of sight to see that freshman, here on an athletic scholarship, straight up glaring at you. He just joined some frat. Now that he thinks of it, you two were in the same year.

“Give me a moment,” you say.

No greeting necessary, you ask in an indignant whisper,” What is your problem, Jungkook?”

Namjoon can’t hear what you’re saying, but sees that the dude switched to glaring at him now.

The boba eyed freshman looks at you to give you some bullshit answer and Namjoon can’t help to wonder if you need any help. Jungkook was twice the mass of you and did not look happy. Even with you putting your hand on his arm, it was so small.

“Jungkook, we aren’t together. Please, leave me alone. I haven’t seen you during the entire winter break nor this semester until a few weeks ago. I’m not someone you can keep for convenience.”

Jungkook’s expression remained dark. “So, because you’re with an upperclassman now you think you can abandon me?”

You roll your eyes and correct, “He’s just a tutor.”

“Watch yourself. I only came to warn you. Matter of fact, I’m driving you back to your dorm.”

Namjoon watches you sigh and nod. Jungkook look back at Namjoon with a hard stare then leaves to stand outside the café.

“Sorry about that,” you say in a grimace sitting back down.

“Its okay. Was that your boyfriend?”

Your scowl was answer enough but you still responded, “No. He’s just possessive and thinks he can sleep with me whenever.”

“Consent isn’t continuous.” You have no idea what he just said but you notice he looks concerned.

“Don’t worry, though. I will deal with him once and for all after we’re done here.”

“Will you be okay? He looked really mad.”

“Yeah,” you reply to both sentences.

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Jungkook leaves you alone for a while so by next week, you celebrate all the headway made. You passed the midterm exam!

You found it much more easier to read now and the textbook doesn’t seem to be written in hieroglyphs anymore. You actually enjoyed the topic and found yourself studying on your own in your dorm more often.

Back in the library after the midterm crowd had died down, you sat back at your usual table, there before Namjoon this time. Your back is turned away from the entrance so you didn’t see when he came in, only felt his hand ruffling the top of your hair. “Congratulations! I wanted to make sure to say it in person. You’re passing now!”

He plops in his chair and you cannot contain the blush crossing your cheeks. He actually touched you just now.

“Now that the midterms are over, let’s move on to the next topic, which is,” he scans the course outline, “Inerrancy, Corollary of Inspiration.”

“Come onnnnn,” you whine. “Now that I’m smart, do something interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“Yessss,” people were starting to look so he laughs embarrassed.

To quelle you, he lowers his voice hoping you would too. “What would you like to do?”

You bite your bottom lip in excitement and stand up, outreaching a hand to Namjoon. He gets the idea and puts his hand in yours and you lead him to a quiet part of the library. You pass the psychology books, make a left at the newspaper archives area, and enter the hall with those large dusty reference books lawyers used.

This must have been the dustiest part of the library. You found it that first day when you were looking for books to read.

“What are we doing here? I’m sure there isn’t anything fun to do here, Y/N.” Namjoon laughs as he starts pulling at some of the books’ spines.

“Oh, I can think of a few fun things to do in the back here,” you almost purr.

You smile as you drop to your knees in front of him. “Is there a book you wanted to show me that you hid in the back here,” he asks, wondering what your game is.

Done with talking, you grab at his belt and he looks at you in shock, turning his head wildly as if there were a bunch of people hiding in the back there. You don’t actually open his pants yet, instead pulling your own tanktop down so your breasts were there out in the open. You’re facing the wall and Namjoon is infront of you facing the entrance to the aisle. If anyone were to pass, your nudity would be covered.

All laughter is gone from his face and he pins you with a lethal gaze. “Y/N, what are you trying to do?” You don’t notice the way his hands ball into fists and release in pulses.

Taking that as your invitiation, you unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down just enough to pull his cock out.

His size shouldn’t shock yo but it does. He wasn’t even fully hard and yet he was heavy and hot in your hand. You cannot cover his entire girth with your hand so you use both.

Namjoon calls your name again. “What... is someone coming,” you mouth.

“No, but-“

“Let’s just have some fun, okay?” You give his tip a lick, too scared to put it into your mouth.

“We can’t do this here!”

Your response is a simple eye roll and you put him into your mouth slowly but surely, hellbent on taking him into your throat in one go.

“Fuck,” you hear him whisper above you. “H-How did you do that?!”

His cock got larger in your throat. You choke, but momma didn’t raise a bitch, so you just swallow around his length.

You’re passed the salty taste of his cock and the scent of fresh laundry from his clothes. What you smell now are old, yellowed pages, and theres a slight taste of Dove soap.

You’re grateful for his neatly trimmed manscape. This is the first time you’ve seen a man with a tidy and neat pubic region. It makes your mind wonder as to why he would do it.

You add your tongue at some point and Namjoon becomes still above you, not touching you and surprisingly in full control after that initial shock.

You take his lack of expression as a challenge.

You pull him out of your completely and stare at his pretty dick, giving it a few kisses and blowing on it a bit to try to get him to shiver but he remains stoic.

Maintaining eye contact, you bob your head and swallow him down as if you're trying to get his length to hit your stomach, repeatedly. Sure, you gag, but it was no skill issue. He was just too fucking big.

At a specific suck and twist Namjoon grunts and pushes his load into your throat. You allow him to use you as a cumdump and swallow everything he has to give, leaving no evidence.

Namjoon almost blacks out. That was the hardest he’s come from fellatio ever. He wanted to grab your head so badly but you did such a good job he didn’t see the need. By the time he looks back down, he is back in his pants and you were gone.

Walking as innocently as possible your table, he found your belongings gone but the red colour from your makeup and actions were still left.

~A/N: Next chapter is already typed up and just needs to be proofed!

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Illegally Blonde

Synopsis: Sexy grad student!Joon meets law student!y/n as she is getting drilled at a campus mixer.

Warnings: anal, dp, group sex, infidelity

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

"So, this is your final year right, Ms. Y/L/N? Do you have any prospects for jobs?"

You flip your manicured hair over your shoulder to get a better look at your professor. He nurses a low ball glass of whiskey and smirks dimly as he looks down at you. "Why, yes! I'm going for corporate law and landed a job already."

He regards you as he soaks in your exciting news. He is so handsome in an '08 Obama way. You've had the biggest crush on him since your freshman year, but he is the forbidden fruit. Not only is he your professor, he is also happily married. "That's terrific news, Ms. Y/L/N! If any of my students were going to get a job already I knew it would be you. Still, I want to introduce you to some recruiters. Just in case you wanted to keep your options open."

Your pink glossed lips stretched into a smile. "Sure!"

Your professor walks you around the lower floor of the historic, dimly lit library that was made into the social venue for tonight's celebration of a completed semester. It is meant for faculty, but the good noodles tend to get an invite as well. You're introduced to the Big 4 of consulting directors, law firms, and some banks. You grin brightly, and flush when a managing director tells your professor, "Wow, she sure is an upgrade from the old lady." Your professor chuckled politely. You're glad he didn't deny the compliment.

As the evening picks up and more students arrive, you're almost immediately drawn to a tall glass of water beaming down at a female adjunct. Not only did he tower over most in the room with clear honeyed skin, he has deep dimples - craters in his cheeks. He wore a white button up and black slacks, but his clothes couldn't have looked more interesting to you the way you eye him up and down the entire night.

You eye as he moves from person to professor, from caterer to another student. He is so charming and it seems as if everyone sees it, too, men and women.

A gentle stroke on your arm captures your attention and your professor eclipses your view of the other senior student. "Are you okay, Ms. Y/L/N? I wanted to show you someting if you're not tired already."

"O-Oh! I'm sorry, professor. I was just thinking about something. I'd love to see whatever you want to show me!"

He shows his perfect and blindingly white teeth. "Perfect."

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"Ah!" Your professor is sweating and swearing. Your legs are wrapped around his neck. His head is missing under your hiked up baby blue slip dress. Your nipples were starting to show but you couldn't bring yourself to care. More important things were at the forefront. "Professor!"

His lips smacked as he comes up to say, "You don't know how long I've been meaning to see what was under these little skirts you paraded around campus in." He starts pushing your legs up and back so your knees were by your ears, hip on the edge of the sofa, and neck craned to see his handsome face that made an appearance. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I just knew this pussy would be as beautiful as everything else."

You bit your lips and cross your eyes when his tongue licks into your center to come up to your clit. His mouth encapsulates your pussy and he sucks as if you were a lollipop. You try not to moan, being mindful that this study room was on the same floor as the rest of the party. The music professors were playing on the piano, but you did not want them to take a break just as you let out a yelp.

"I-I can't take it! Wait!" You found it hard to keep your volume controlled when he licked into you with the expertise level he had in law. "I-"

The locked study room door opens.

"Wha-" you look at the intruder.

"Who the fuck are you?" You've never heard your professor curse.

The tall guy you've been eyeing the entire night looks at the scene before him coolly. He looks at the two of you as if he's a cat who found a treat.

He closes the door behind him.

"You know," shit his voice was sexy too, "the high ceilings in this building project sounds further than you think." He walks toward you. "These doors only lock for up to 15 minutes if you dont use the admin code."

"Young man, who are you" professor questions. He is still mere inches away from your most sensitive parts.

"Ah, I'm Kim Namjoon. Fourth year in my Ph.D. in Musical Engineering."

"W-why are you here?" You sound more like a dog chew toy than a person.

"I got curious when the cute girl who I planned to take home tonight walked toward a study room with the professor. Then, I got horny hearing you. I decided to ask if I can play, too."

Your professor laughs lowly and its like a hot blade slicing through frozen butter. The tension is cut and you regard him. He is looking at Namjoon. "Well, its more fun that way anyway. Come over here."

Namjoon sports a Cheshire grin. You're already dripping. "Fuck, please come this way."

Your new impromptu lover moves towards you as your professor continues to eat you out. Now, your eyes are on the other postgraduate student. You watch as he undresses. Noticing your eyes still on him, he slows down and makes a show of unbuttoning his shirt. He opens his pants to take the collared shirt off revealing his full sleeve of tattoos.

Just as you've imagined the entire night. He's buff.

Next, he takes off his wifebeater undershirt, further proving your theory that he's ripped. He had an 8-pack with hard, large pecs.

He walks toward you now, his eyes on your chest.

Despite his size and physique, he is alarmingly delicate with the way he pulls your spaghetti straps down your shoulders. Your bust is on display for his greedy eyes, but he leans to your jawline as though he has all the time in the world. He kisses beneath your ear as though you were on a honeymoon in the Caribbean for 7 days. He is tender in the way his lips press into you, gentle with the way his thumb swipes your nipple.

You moan into his mouth.

"Is this okay," he asks.

You nod fervently and he lets out a chuckle at your enthusiasm.

He captures you with an enchanting French kiss. Now, both of your lips are occupied and you feel as though you are right on the precipice of euphoria. Namjoon moans. Or, was it you? You weren't sure nor did you care. Whatever it was, it caused a flood.

"Fuck," your professor gruff, complaining about the mess. "Be careful, Ms. Y/L/N. You don't want to leave any evidence of what I did to you. Now, do you?" You shake your head, not caring what he has to say. "Here, let me help you with that." He stuffs three fingers at once into you. "Gotta plug it up."

You scream in pleasure. Only when he moves in and out of your, rubbing on that soft spongey spot inside you are you quieted. Namjoon leans back. You're unable to kiss because you've reached your orgasm. Your mouth is stuck in an O. So, he kisses down your neck as he rubs your body comfortingly.

"Mr. Kim was it?" Namjoon pops your left nipple out of his mouth to answer your professor. In one motion, your professor lifts you so he can sit you on his lap. His arms hook under your thighs so he can spread you wide open to the room. Namjoon stares at your center mesmerised. "Have you ever done anal?" Namjoon nods slowly, distracted. "Perfect. Now, baby, have you ever done anything here?" One of his hands let go of your thigh to circle the rim of your asshole.

"No, actually," you pant.

"If you allow me, I will make it so that the next time you play with this little pussy," he whispers right into your ear. "you will be looking for the nearest thing to stuff up your ass as well."

You gasp just in time for his finger to breach the perimeter.

"Yes! Please!" You assent.

Namjoon pulls his pants and briefs down in one go. He strokes his cock slowly while he puts a condom on. Looking between your face, ass, and tits, he walks slowly to the scene befor ehim.

He lifts your forgotten leg up, and enters you while your professor fingers your ass and you practically drool. You don't even know if it is the sensation anymore. Just the thought of you getting off on top of the gently professor you knew for years who is being not so gentle with your ass and thigh. Or, the thought of a guy you have never even met, only seen for the first time tonight seeing clearly into your guts. The thought of it is what brings you to the second orgasm of the night.

You almost black out from pleasure, thanking God that you came out tonight.

Namjoon slows down to help you ride thorugh it, but he never stops. The older gentleman has somehow fit three of his fingers into you while you were distracted.

He stretches you roughly, now that you've loosened considerably. "You're so fucking little. I can't believe I'm going to fit inside of this. Your fuckhole was already too tight for my tongue."

"Yes, she needs to loosen up some more up here. Had I known she would be so tight, I would've spent more time opening her up, old man."

Your professor laughs, and you feel something larger and hot entering your from behind. You and Namjoon still.

He grits his teeth above you, looking to the side. "Fuck, this is too tight. Are you crazy?"

"Wait. Let her open." Your professor is entering you by the centimeter - giving you long pauses just when you think you're going to be split in half.

At some point, he reaches a point, poking something that turned you on even mroe. With this, you stare at Namjoon. "Come in now!"

"Yes, ma'am," was the only warning received before he rams his monster cock deep into you, forcing your professor to be pushed out, hitting your g-spot again.

You're covered in sweat and so are the guys. The air conditioning is on, but its not enough. You can barely breathe. There is no way one woman should be able to feel this good.

The student and your professor take turns ramming into you like a machine calibrated to making you crazy.

Even you at some point feel faint, so you put your hand below to stop Namjoon from getting in so deep. To which, he simply take both of your hands into his free hand and pins them to the sofa on the side.

You have no control over your body. THis loss of autonomy has your mind drawing blanks.

The mixture of their distinct body washes and colognes combine with the atmosphere to make something intoxicatingly masculine.

The rhythm is put off when Namjoon hooks your other thigh as well to lift you off your professor. His dick falls out of you with a plop but Namjoon's manages to stay in as he lowers himself to the floor on his back. He moves you up and down fast. You felt like you were on a ride at a fair.

Creeping behind you slowly to not cause a stutter, your professor slips back into you, ready for more action. Instead of pulling you up off and back down on his own cock, Namjoon has you riding both of their appendages. Still, the elder could not stay still. He is ramming his cock into you as if he hates you. Your gentle professor who would worry that you would be cold when you wore a mini skirt in the fall. Your kind professor who gave you extensions when you underestimated how little time you had to get some assignments complete. This was the same man who sat next to you in the cafeteria because you had no friends. Still, now his soft sweet words akin to cotton candy was a stark contrast to the way he drilled into you from behind. You swore you could feel him in your heart.

Meanwhile, the bad boy intruder with tattoos was treating you like a sheltered princess who would break.

It felt as thoguh an enternity and two more orgasm passes before you felt your professor stutter his motion.

He gave no warning - simply pulling out and ejaculating on your ass. The cum dripps from the top of your crack straight to your pussy, coating where you and Namjoon joined and added more slip.

This set Namjoon over the edge. He pulls you down as deep as you can go, where he is safe, to burst everything he has into you. He cums so much, it triggers your final peak of the night, then you black out.

~🌸~

You awake with a start. The over stuffed leather couch that you were previously getting overstuffed on was warm. A white button up shirt covered you like a blanket. When you sit up, you find that you're completely dressed, sans shoes which are neatly lined on the side of the ocuhc.

You yawn and look for your purse, finding your phone to see it was 11 p. m. A lighter flicker captures your attention to the corner of the room where Namjoon lit a spliff. "I see you're up, y/n."

"U-uh, yeah... did I pass out?"

He blows smoke out before answering. "Yes."

"I'm so sorry. That normally doesnt-"

He guffaws. "Normally? So getting DP'd by two random guys in public is just another Friday night for you?"

Indignantly, you respond "Obviously not. I am just saying I'm not one to faint so easily."

He gets up to sit next to you. He pets your head and smiles down at you. "Its okay to rest. You went through a lot. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left."

"Where's Professor Smith?"

Namjoon shrugs. "He said something about getting home to his wife."

You visibly deflate. "thats true."

Namjoon regards you, sensing your sadness. "So, can I get your number?"

xoxo

A/n: Its been so long. Here's some filth I wrote instead of posting drafts.

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Smell the Roses

Summary: A woman living alone in the city makes a new friend, Jin.

3,065 words

Part 2/3

Warning tags: smut (minors dni), dubcon, mild stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall)

a/n: I don’t think I’ve mentioned this last time, but this is loosely based on the Truth Untold. I came up with this plot by asking myself “what would happen if the truth was told?”

                                           Smell the Roses

The relentless sun beats down on Alice’s naked skin. Sun-kisses rain in places she never thought the rays would see. Jin’s light breathing and the waves on the shore she lay are the only things she can hear since they were so far away from the other beachgoers in this remote Caribbean country.

With a slow swipe across her pussy, she shivers and lean into Jin’s chest even further. His legs wrap around hers in a way to force her knees open, exposing her to the sea that languidly dances in front of them.

“Ahn” she gasps with her tongue out when she finds that her folds are glazed and glistening, just as the diamond sea glitters before her. “Jin,” she says self-conscious at first. “We are in public.” She squirms to close her legs, but he doesn’t allow her.

Her neon orange bathing suit is no longer covering what it is supposed to. Her bra strap sat haphazardly on her chest since Jin untied it at some point, and a string on one side of her bikini was undone to allow access for Jin’s sinful fingers.

He swirls his index finger lightly, but slowly, around her clit sending little shockwaves straight to her core. She gasps and moans.

“People aren’t going to see us unless you get too loud, so be quiet,” he teases. She can hear the smirk in his voice without having to turn to look at him.

“But-AGH!” Alice squeals when he shoves three of his fingers into her at once. Her body convulses, betraying her need to be penetrated at that moment. His thumbs play with her clit again as he picks up a brutal pace that tips her over the edge in mere seconds.

She squirts in the sand in front of her and tries to kick herself free from his hands when he attempts to overstimulate her.

He cuddles her up after she begins to sob from the sensations. “My poor baby,” he coos, lifting her up as though she weighs nothing. He cradles Alice in his lap and shushes her.

The small rocking movement calms her down oddly.

Alice feels so lucky to have such a caring boyfriend. He surprised her with these plane tickets to meet him in this country. Jin was coming from Korea and she came from her strange city, having to take three planes to get there.  They haven’t had alone time in an entire month. They’ve seen each other a few times but it was always with his managers present.

Now, they were truly alone to act as normal lovers do.

She tilts her head up to gaze at him in amazement, wondering how she was able to even pull him. He smiles down at her sweetly and kisses her heavy and hot on her lips. His tongue automatically enters her mouth to suck on hers. He nibbles at her bottom lip all the while smiling sweetly at her while her eyes remain closed.

Suddenly, she jumps and breaks the kiss. “What about you?” She asks, already trying to reach in his pants.

He was half hard, but her kissing and fondling was soon to change that.

He grabs the wrist of the offending hand and raises it to his face so he can kiss her palms while staring at her. “I’m fine,” he replies.

“But…”

“I just want you to be happy and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about me.”

Alice pouts at this.

He chuckles, using his fingers to turn her chin so she can look at him. “Make it up to me tonight,” he suggests. He leans into her ear in a whisper, “if we start out here, you won’t be able to hold in your cries and the entire beach would come over to see what is happening. Unless that is what you want –“he leans in closer to whisper even more softly, “to show the entire beach how good you are at riding my cock.”

A blush spreads across her body and she shakes her head.

By the time they made it back to their hotel room, the tropical sun had already set. The two lovers had watched the orange and red disc tuck itself beneath the ocean vista during dinner.

Feeling sticky after a full day of activities, Alice decides to take a quick bath in cold water.

Before she enters the bathroom, Jin grabs her from behind. “Day one is gone, but I still don’t want you leaving my presence.” He kisses her ear. “Did you miss me?”

She blushes. “O-Of course I do, Jinnie. I told you that like fifty times today...”

“Oh yeah,” he taunts, kissing her neck now. “Tell me how much.”

“So fucking much.” She wiggles in his embrace, suddenly shy thinking about the amount of explicit videos he made her take whenever they were a part. Or, how she would watch fancams of his solo performances and get heated. “I, actually masturbated to a focus video of you on stage…”

He chuckles at this, thinking how cute she is and how happy she was able to be sprung over him so easily. “Oh yeah, which song,” he presses.

She deadpans hearing the humour in his tone. “I’m going to shower,” she says and runs away.

He laughs at her retreat. When she acts like this, he is reminded of their age gap. When he found out that he was 8 years older than her, he was almost discouraged. Sure, she’s legal, but she won’t be able to relate to a lot of the things that he has experienced. When he was in college, she would have been just leaving elementary school. That thought alone grossed him, so he tries not think about it.

Instead, his attention turns to her phone that lie on the bed beside him. Fancam, huh? He goes into her phone to see what kind of porn she really looks up, distrusting that she only used him to get off.

First, he goes through his routine check of her phone. Checking messages and contacts to ensure she is not being groomed by some other guy and for the first time, he actually finds something to upset him.

Clark

Who, the fuck, is Clark?

Jin scrolls all the way up in their chat and it turns out that Alice gave one of her co-workers her number. The guy was painfully, and embarrassingly for him, flirting with Alice, but if she noticed, she didn’t show it. All of her replies were strictly friendly, never giving him back the same sexual charged energy.

At least, it was that way for the beginning, which was a month ago.

Hey, haha, you know how sexxy you are @ work? That yellow pencil skrt you wear every fucking summer makes me soooooo hard – 3:00 am

Were you drunk? – 7:00 am

Oh my God, Alice. Please, I am so sorry for that text. I went out drinking with some of the other guys at the office. One of them must have gotten to my phone. This was very inappropriate. – 10:27 am

Jin looks at the datestamps in disbelief. This was barely two weeks ago. She never responded to his last message, thankfully, but he is not content with this discovery so he looks back at her contacts and found that there were about nine other new contacts. From the sounds of their names, Jin assumes that there are at least two other men. He reads their conversations to find that they were flirting with Alice, too.

From the messages that he quickly skimmed through, he can tell that she recently started going out for drinks with them.

A scoff escapes Jin as he grits his teeth. The thought of his girlfriend wearing some slutty “business” attire heading to bars was nauseating.

He goes through her gallery and finds many nude photos of her, some more raunchier than the last, but he skips through them having already seen them. He was the one who requested those exact poses so there was nothing new in those sections. Rather, it was her selfies taken at different bars that pissed him off. There was one that she took with her coworkers, obviously drunk by the red blush across her nose and forehead. From the angle, Jin can tell that she was dressed in some tight yellow pencil skirt and plain white button down. The ensemble showed her silhouette and figure beautifully. He can only imagine the amount of guys who probably undressed her in their minds.

With a red neck and head and tight fists, Jin is furious.

As if on cue, Alice saunters out the en suite bathroom with her towel wrapped around her.

She briskly walks in front of him to get into her suitcase and pull out her pyjamas.

However, she does not make it that far.

Jin grabs Alice by her shoulder and spins her around to look at him. At first, she thinks he is playing around with her, so she just lets him grab her.

She looks at him in confusion to see that he looked like he was about to blow a fuse. That was when the fear settled in. The roughness in which he held her registered and she started pulling away, but his grip is like an iron vice. It’s not the first time she has seen him angry, but he hadn’t asked her to do anything and refused lately. Normally, he would only be angry when he is overseas and she doesn’t pick up a facetime call, or send him photos. Yet, this time was different. There was no request for her to had disappointed him.

“Who the fuck are these people you’re whoring around with?” Jin asks bluntly.

“What?” The room swayed and her head grew heavy. Her confusion transcends emotions and manifests physically rendering her speechless.

Her feigning innocence tips him off the edge. “I left you where you were so that you could work and focus on your goals, like you asked, while I was focusing on mine, but from these pictures and messages, it looks like you were acting like a prostitute.”

Alice looks at him in astonishment as it all clicks together.

His anger, her phone unlocked in his hand, and her open gallery. “You went through my fucking phone,” she shrieks. This wasn’t an accusation, just an epiphany of the situation.

“Yes, and this isn’t the first time I have, dumbass. How else was I to find out you were out here acting like a slut?”

Did he just call her a slut? This could not be the same sweet man on the beach a few hours ago.

“You have no right! Aside from the fact that you’re blowing my content out of proportion, you’re literally invading my privacy.” She tries to remain calm, but the way he grips her phone had her uneasy. He’s grabbing it so hard his knuckles are white.

“Privacy? When you’re in a relationship there is no such thing.”

“Stop acting like a b-“ she is silenced when her phone comes flying at her face, hitting the wall right next to her head and dropping in dozens of pieces. “My phone!” She says with trembling lips. She looks up at him to see no remorse whatsoever in his face or stance. In fact, he looks almost deadly. She cowers when he suddenly moves.

Jin just huffs, puts on a jacket, and leaves the room.

Alice is left that night just with her thoughts as she cries herself to sleep. This was definitely not okay.

She puts on her night clothes and cuddles into the bed hugging herself. Thinking about going back home first thing in the morning after breaking things off with him.

It was the squawking of the seagulls near her hotel room that woke her up.

She sits up, rubbing her eyes before opening them to Jin sitting on the side of the bed with his broad back turned to her.

She jolts and this movement lets him know she is awake.

He puts on a friendly face and smiles at her sheepishly while she scoots away from him. Unsure if he is planning on acting out in violence again.

“Baby,” he starts slowly. He thought it was best to give her some time to wake up fully. “Last night was really crazy, wasn’t it?”

“Jin, this isn’t working…” she announces with downcast eyes. “I’m going back home today.” She peaks up at him to see his reaction.

“That’s unnecessary and you’re not breaking up with me over a small argument.” He sighs as though he’s exasperated with her useless suggestions.

“How you acted last night wasn’t okay, Jin. You broke my phone!”

He smiles suddenly and pulls out something from behind him. It’s the latest model iPhone box with a pink bow on top. “I got you a new phone. Your old phone was outdated anyway. Don’t worry about the old one breaking.” He tells her.

She is shocked at the gift. Where did he even get it from? She accepts the box and opens it to find that it was a brand new phone. He’s gotten her gifts before, but this is the only one she actually knows the price of.

“You can turn it on. Its already set up.”

She fiddles with it for a few minutes before looking unsure. How is she to know that what happened last night wouldn’t happen again? He’s obviously sorry if he got her such a big present, but his temper had to be controlled.

“Jin-“ she starts but is immediately cut off when he speaks.

“Lets spend today shopping. I heard the stuff you can get here aren’t even available anywhere else in the world.” He hugs her with a big smile. “Come on, get dressed and we can leave.”

The couple walked through the warm, humid streets. There were crowds of tourists wandering through the shops with the spicy scent of restaurants serving lunch to happy, and often drunk, customers. Alice is just happy to be on the island, enjoying the scenery.

They stop outside a high-end store as she stares across the street at a food cart. She had never seen the pastries that sat in the window and was wondering what they were when Jin gently pulled the hand he was holding back. “Babe, let’s check this out.”

Inside the store was airconditioned, much different from the hot air she was already accustomed to so she folds her arms to provide some warmth. The second thing she noticed were brands like Hermes, Gucci, Ralph Lauren, and Louis Vuitton behind different stalls.

Jin pulls her to one of the sections where she wouldn’t even dare try to pronounce the name of and starts browsing.

His girlfriend picks up a clutch that catches her eye because of the colours. It’s unique. “Is that what you want, Ally?” He asks from behind her.

“Yeah, but its so expensive. I would never spend that much on a bag,” she replies, putting it down in scorn.

“It suits you so nicely, though,” Jin says picking it back up. “Its only $4k,” he muses.

“Jin, no, I don’t need it. I wouldn’t feel comfortable if you spend that much money on me.” Recounting the phone he got her, she thought how he was pushing the line. She always prided in buying any possession she had.

“I wonder if it comes with shoes,” he thinks aloud to himself more than her. A store clerk approaches and that’s when he begins picking out other accessories she might like.

He ignores her when she says she wants to leave the store and just buy souvenirs, as she originally thought he meant when he said shopping, but he just continues politely asking the clerk for various shoes, purses, and watches.

“She’s a size 37. Do you carry half sizes? Let her try on the 38, too,” Jin says, ignoring her questioning stare.

By the time they were done, the couple had spent about 3 hours in the store and came out with too many bags of who knows what. Her trying on the items were a blur in between Jin’s commands. She did not even look at the totals when he checked out.

If the cost was too much, he did not complain. She stared on as he silently used his black card.

Walking out the store, she sees the street food vendor again and gets hungry.

Absently mindedly, she holds onto Jin’s sleeve as she stared on.

Noticing the way she tugged him, he follows her gaze.  “Are you hungry,” he asks.

“I just want a snack. Those pastries look really good.”

Without another word, he leads her to the cart and let her order for the both of them. As he dug in his wallet looking for cash to pay, she thinks back to the previous night. Was that version of him even real?

As he receives his change, Alice finally realises that he never actually apologised for his behaviour.

Seeing this situation as an outlier event rather than a peak at his true behaviour, she compartmentalises the hurt into a small cardboard bag. She packs these ill feelings inside one of the bags he held in his arms that looked to carry a few shoe boxes.

Yes, she will put this situation away when they get back to their respective homes. Like the shoes, bags, and belts, she stores them in the back of a hard to reach self in her closet, as she knows she will  never get to bring those things up again.

Or, that was what her unexperienced mind had assumed – that she would never bring that hurt back up in her mind, but like the LV heels that she ended up taking down to wear to work rather than catch dust, that Caribbean night bubbles back up when Jin visits her apartment mere months later.

a/n: One more part left! I suddenly felt like writing again so I'm posting old work.

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Sorry for the delay...

Things aren’t turning out how I anticipated. I’ve been having really bad panic attacks lately. This is something entirely new to me so I am learning how to cope. 

Sadly, I don’t have time to write as often as I did. I made uploads whenever I finished a story that I wrote before going to sleep. Now, I’ve just been going straight to bed most nights after a long day of not getting anything else done. 

Covid is really  messing with me mentally. I never considered myself an extrovert, but I was always a person who left my apartment daily to go to the gym, libraries, coffee shops, parks, museums, even a lounge or bar every other month. Now, its too cold for parks and this pandemic is only getting worse.

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I’m not copying. I promise

omg I was reading some yandere bts fics and I saw that someone elses uses a numerical scale to measure how extreme some of the fics are. I thought I was being so original with my scale 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I really was like “yeah the streets aint never seen this.” Now I’m tempted to change it.

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Finals

I dont want to have to deal with my anxiety or depression during this finals season so I will be writing again. I dont use my mind to write out fanfics so its really therapeutic for me.

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Not Delulu (1)

Summary: You always hated women who dated kpop idols and are so glad that your ultimate bias, Kim Namjoon, has never disappointed you by being involved in such a scandal. You swear you’re not a delusional fan who doesn’t want him to be happy. You truly just want what’s best for him.

                 Apparently, He just wants whats best for you, too <3.

3,197 words

Chapter warning tags: mild invasion of privacy?

 Part One

Fingering through wistful fabrications of reality is my favourite hobby. Who knew time travelling was so easy? With a simple turn of a page, - something that takes mere nanoseconds - I can transcend dimensions and look into the past while reading the lines of a page. The only problem with reading books is that when you travel through time and space, your body is still in the present, operating on some badly programmed autopilot mode. As your eyes scan the books, other body parts mindless wander if you do not pay attention. Hence, you shouldn’t read as you walk.

However, as you walk through the aisle in this nook of your local bookstore, busily scanning the shelves for a particular new stock, you realise that not everyone had gotten this memo of the faulty autopilot mode.

A hard, large object seemed to be hurled at you, making you stumble to the floor. Your shoulder took most of the impact of the collision, but there was no other damage done. Your fall was broken by the shelves you grabbed onto during your descent.

“Wh-What,” a raspy voice from above turns about confused. He must have been the hard, large object. His oversized, grey hoodie is low on his head. His white hair conceals his face even more.

A book is opened in his hand. The same exact book that you were dying to get your ,hands on. You try to grab onto the floor to get up and that is when this tall figure looming over you finally notices your presence. “Oh!…” He grabs onto your forearm to help you up and you allow him to.

Somehow, he lost his footing, so when you brace yourself on him, he ends up falling too. The book he already had, the few in his other hand, and an entire row on the shelf he bumped into are now on the ground.

“Shit!,” you exclaim. “I’m so sorry.” You frantically begin picking up the books. You really didn’t have time for this. Your shift will soon start. You were only supposed to be in here for a few minutes, but not only did you spend about 10 minutes looking into the tiny store for the title, but now you’ve made a mess.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I lost my footing,” he admits shyly, but obviously upset.

His voice…It can’t be…

“I was the reason you fell in the first place.” He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as he picks up the books quickly, not even bothering to organise them. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” You both simultaneously reach for the final book on the floor, another psychology book. You only knew it was a psychology book because you had that exact title sitting on your desk home. He adds it to the little pile of books he wanted to buy. “I apologise.”

You were sure now. You realise he is the love of your life, your idol, your ultimate bias – Kim Namjoon, RM of BTS. You recognise that low, deep, sultry, raspy, sexy voice from anywhere.

Don’t scream. Don’t get weird. Don’t scream. Don’t get weird.

It must be annoying when people get weird so DON’T get weird.

“I-It’s okay! I don’t blame you… Youuu… were reading Into the Spine by Montgomery.” Shit, why were you stumbling on your words so much? Be normal. “I understand. I’m actually looking for that same book. Just tell me where you got it and its all forgiven.” While you spoke softly, you straightened your work uniform.

“Sure,” he smiles politely. “They’re by the entrance since they’re new.”

“T-T-T-T-T-They are?” Shit, why are you stuttering after realising it was Joonie- Namjoon. It might be weird to be called a nickname by people you don’t know. He’s a celebrity so he might be used to it though… You realise, even with his black face mask on, he was smiling awkwardly at you.

“Yeah. You must have missed them when you came in.” He grabs your arm and it feels as if a lightning bolt hit your body. If you moved or jerked, he hadn’t noticed because he continues to lead you to the table near the entrance where the stacks of copies were.

You blush profusely, but he takes this as you being embarrassed for missing something so obvious. Act normal. “I must have been so excited to just get this book I made a beeline straight to the nonfiction section.” You laugh nervously.

“I don’t blame you,” he mimics the first words you say to him. “Montgomery? Great author. I can’t wait to see what he has to say now about ‘brain power’,” Namjoon laughs. “He might go a bit overboard with his imagination, but he sure knows how to put things into perspective.”

“Yes! Everyone I talk to tell me that he’s a quack and says they don’t understand why I read this word vomit, but this guy is a genius!” You laugh, getting comfortable.

Namjoon just stares at you for a while. He nods. You can feel the conversation ending but didn’t want to let it go.

“Uhh… That book,” you point at the other book in his hand that you recognised earlier. “It’s good. Be prepared for some of the remarks in that one!”

Namjoon follows your eyes to see what you were talking about and throws his head back in laughter when he realizes. “Yes! It was a wild ride from cover to cover. I have my own copy at home, but I am getting this one for a friend.”

“Oh my God! Then, have you read Going into the Lamp? Oh my God, when she drowns her sister! I don’t know why she thought it was a good idea to include that in the book!”

Namjoon just looks at you with his eyes slightly widened. “I… I’m actually reading it now… I didn’t reach that part, yet.”

You accidently spoiled the book for him. “I’m SO sorry. First, I bump into you, and now I’m giving out spoilers you didn’t ask for. Please, forgive me,” you drawl with your head down.

He tuts and you want to crawl into a hole and hide. “What am I going to do with you? You’re so bad… Tell you what, have lunch with me and I’ll forgive you…”

What?!

You snap your head to look at his face and see mischief in his eyes. You decide to play along. “Sigh, I guess that’s the least I can do.” Fuck work. You are not passing up the opportunity to eat with your earthly god.

You pay for your book quickly and meet him by the door.

“Where do you want to eat?” You ask.

“I’m actually not familiar with this area. You tell me what’s good.”

He likes Korean food, meat to be particular. You should know this after watching every interview that includes in about twenty times over. There’s a little restaurant just a few blocks from there that you know he would love. You often had lunch there thinking about how much he would love it.

You spoke about books and theories about them on your way to the restaurant, feet falling into step together, but getting out of sync once in a while due to his long legs.

It was so natural. Sometimes, you forget that he was a normal human being.

The scent as you approach the building has your stomach growling and you do not miss the way his pupils dilate when he smells it too. In there was quiet and not crowded, as usual. It sucks for the owners, but that’s why you love this place. It was often empty. Honestly, if not for their deliveries, they would be out of business. You both go to the counter and order. It takes a while since this was his first time there. Your card is in your hand the entire time he speaks, but when he finishes, he gives them his card.

“Wait! I thought this was me apologizing, that I was buying you lunch.” You hold onto his card to stop the server from taking it. Three people were now grabbing onto it and looking at each other in confusion. You offer your card that was in your next hand and the server looks at Namjoon for permission, as if she wasn’t listening to you. He shakes his head.

“I only wanted company. I planned on eating alone,” you further your argument. “At least let me pay half.”

Someone coughs behind you. There are about two other people waiting their turn, looking angrily at the two of you. He takes the opportunity of you being distracted to give his card to the cashier again.

Because you were holding up the line, you just let him win.

Namjoon grabs a seat in the corner, facing away from the windows and door. He makes sure his hoodie is secure over his head as he huddles into himself. You realise he is doing this to avoid being caught.

Caught!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He can get in trouble for this! It finally dawns on you that it looks like you’re on a date. Who do you think you are to even sit across his excellence? It would not be fair to the rest of his stans.

But, its not like you’re like other girls. You don’t want him just because he’s cute. No, your bond is much stronger than any other. You would take care of him. Heal him.

You don’t deserve a Namjoon, but he deserves a you.

You worship him.

Imagine the headlines if Dispatch sees this. Finally, everyone will know for good that Namjoon is yours. You wouldn’t mind if the world found out and misinterpreted the scene.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by food being placed in front of you. Namjoon pulls down his mask to his chin, but his face was still obscured by his bangs.

How long were you sitting across from him imagining these crazy things? You say an expletive in your heart and play it off. “Uwaah, no matter how many times I come here, I’m still amazed by the food. I promise you will love it. I’ve been eating here ever since I started working in this area.”

“It looks great.” He takes a tentative bite into the beef. His eyes light up and a sense of pride washes over you. You knew your man. His shoulders move into a little dance absentmindedly.

You’re endeared by his actions so you sit and admire him eating. Namjoon stops when he realizes how quiet you’re being. He coughs to clear his throat. “So…” he ventures embarrassed. “What made you get into Psychological fiction?”

“I always loved reading. I guess I just realized I liked reading these books more. I think Kafka was the pivot that made me go deeper.”

“It’s the same for me actually.” Namjoon went on to explain how he started reading about psychology, which led to a conversation about both of your favourite authors, reads, stores, forums, clubs, etc. The food was long gone but the refill of their beers are full.

You practically scream at the story he tells where a friend of his thought he was reading erotic novellas the entire time. “It was really so embarrassing. We were in public and really said, ‘don’t you read about romance and sex all the time. Tell me what I should do to be more sensitive.’ I wanted to die on the spot.” He slumps further into his seat to express this, but he is smiling brightly looking at you laugh so hard it looked painful.

“Hey, I never got your name,” he points out mid-chuckle. “I don’t think I asked before, but I’m K-“

“Kim Namjoon,” you finish his introduction for him for him. “Sorry, I’m not gonna sit here and act like I didn’t recognize you. I’m army and I know my bias from his voice. Also, I’m ____.” You look up at him worriedly. Its true. You didn’t have it in you to lie by letting him introduce himself.

Namjoon is caught off guard and goes red. “You’re lying about me being your bias I’m sure. You don’t have to do that,” he flusters.

You open a compartment of your phone case revealing his photocard, “I keep it there to look at whenever I feel unmotivated or insignificant. Your words during lives really helped me with my anxiety. I even watch videos of you at the end of concerts to hear what you have to say. It really pumps me up,” you express with your body.

This shocks him visibly. “Don’t look at me like I’m lying. You really helped me a lot when I was trying to study for college entrance exams, and when I failed and found that I didn’t make it to my top, and only, choice. I didn’t apply anywhere else and decided to work part time and follow my dreams, like you sort of did.”

“Either way, I’m glad BTS could have done that for you.”

“Me too. My parents were hella mad, especially since they thought I should have been a doctor or lawyer just because I got good grades in high school. I don’t care too much about what they think, though. Most great people’s parents didn’t approve what they did. I mean, look at Pip from Great Expectations.”

“I don’t think there is one single happy person out there who does what their parents wanted them to,” Namjoon agrees.

“Like in the great words of Aristo-“ you begin, but get cut off by a loud ringing in your pocket. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you whisper as you scramble to answer it.

Embarrassingly enough, it was your boss and you were sure that Namjoon could hear what is being screamed at you even though your phone was not on speaker. He looks at you in wonder as you try to explain to her that you will be coming soon and how you were running late. A particular jab concerning your coworker’s incompetence to handle yours and her own work, especially when you couldn’t handle your own station, has Namjoon railing over in laughter.

“Yes, ma’am. I will be there in a few minutes! I’m sorry ag-“ the dial tone sounds before you can even finish your sentence. Dejected, you could not help the pout as you lift your eyes to take your one last good look at your obsession. “I’m sorry, Joon, I was only supposed to stop to the bookstore for five minutes. I had work after.”

“Do what you have to do.” He looks at you sympathetically. “You’re such a bad girl. This would make you,” he checks his watch beneath his hoodie, “an entire hour late.”

You both get up to clear the table. “Thank you for lunch again.”

“Thank you for coming with me,” he retorts.

You walk outside the store together, but had to walk opposite directions. This is when Namjoon realises that he wont ever see her again. Unless…

He spins around and grabs you wrist. “Um…” He can’t speak with her looking at him like that. “Can I… have your number?”

He spoke so quietly, you wonder if you have heard correctly, or if it was the wind playing tricks on you. His hand is surely on yours, and he is certainly looking at you, but you still are in a rush.

Grabbing a napkin and pen from your pocket, you quickly jot your name and number down. “Hey, you can just put it in my phone.”

You shake your head. “Sorry, I’m in a rush and I do not want to mess this up.” You always make such terrible typos on the regular. You don’t trust yourself to input the correct the number when youre filled with adrenaline. You shove the napkin to his chest which he grabs for. “I’ll talk to you later,” you ask, unsure. Not waiting for his response, you begin to sprint into the direction of your job.

Namjoon stood there staring after you for a few heavy heart beats. You were perfect. From the arch of your brow as you hung onto every word he enunciated to the sloppily tied tennis on your feet that did not shaking once during your conversation.

He holds the number out to admire your handwriting. It was so neat, cute even. He brings the napkin up to his nose to see if he can smell even a little of you on it. Of course, with his mask on, he was not able to smell much of everything. As he pulls it down to appreciate the napkin more, a white van that had passed him rather quickly slammed brakes and was now reversing towards him.

He scanned the area and notices someone just across the street from him filing him with a smartphone.

His identity is well hidden today. So he does not feel threatened by the filming. He is afraid of the man coming out of the van with a huge, high tech camera.

He shoves the napkin he cherished so ardently before in his back pocket and makes a run for it.

Or so he thinks.

The napkin flutters to the ground slowly, heavily contrasting the speed that Namjoon ran away.

Later that evening, he rummages through his clothes. He strips to his boxers, standing in the middle of his apartment with a blank stare. Your number is nowhere to be found. He had no way to speak to you. His last interaction with you will have been his last interaction with you.

Tears fall down his cheeks proudly when he realizes this.

He takes a few deep breaths. This is not over.

You mentioned that you worked in the area. He will just have to go back there and look for you.

You wore a black golf shirt, leggings, vans, a black sports bra (from what he can tell by the print through your top), probably a thong (since there were no pantylines shown as you walked), and…

And…

His erection stood proudly looking up at him.

He let his mind get carried away thinking about you. Trying to focus again, he fights through his memories to figure out which store’s workers wore black shirts with no logos or crests.

Nowhere.

That’s it – nowhere he’s been. Meaning it’s a store he had no purpose for, and judging the direction in which you ran, it had to have been that local shop. Namjoon searched Google maps street view for a few minutes before he finds the only place that can be where you worked.

He smiles proudly. All was not lost.

Fucking creep! Stop following me! Namjoon’s ex’s voice rang through his head.

“Will it be creepy if I show up on her job? She never told me where she worked…” he thinks aloud to himself.

Namjoon opens his phone again, but this time to find your work phone number. He calls the number provided, but since it was 10:34pm, he can assume that the small tailor shop was closed.

Tomorrow.

A/n:

I hope there weren’t too many mistakes! I originally made an outline for this months ago as a joke, but as I wrote it, I realised that it was kinda deep lol. satirical even.

Also, fics are so hard to find on tumblr, but I feel like theyre so good here! I use ao3 to search for authors and follow their tumblr if they have one. I think I’m gonna start cross publishing. 

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Masterlist

Here’s the work I’ve done on this blog! Hopefully this will help me and you keep track of what’s going on on this blog.

Right now, I’m sO busy, but hopefully in the future I will sort out the aesthetics of this blog. I write as a form of stress relief (writing helps me to sleep for some reason… I think I have anxiety?Like how the members let Joonie peel potatoes on Bon Voyage to calm him…writing and posting has the same effect for me), so I’ll be writing and posting :), but for now I am not putting very much effort in the entire reading experience - I apologise for this. 

Please, look forward to me spicing up this blog when the semester is over! I have some big plans.

To me, fluff is a soft plot. There will be nothing explicit or made for mature audiences; no sex scenes, no intense language, no drama. Typically, this can be compared to PG13 movie ratings.

Smut is not written for anyone under  the age of 18. If you are 17 and younger please do not read the stories that I’ve tagged as such.

Miss Connection (Kim Namjoon)

Fluff

Namjoon takes a break from work and encounters a strange, shy girl.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Puppy Love

Summary: At this point, you’re not even trying to remedy the issue.

1,498 words

Warning tags: smut, dubcon, stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall, pwp, one shot, unhealthy relationship 

                                  Puppy Love

Passion and fury blanket the room in an uncomfortable heat.

Your breaths become one – coursing through your lungs after just coming out of his.

His moans start wherever yours left off, and in this moment, you didn’t care who started and who ended.

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Puppy Love

Summary: At this point, you’re not even trying to remedy the issue.

1,498 words

Warning tags: smut, dubcon, stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall, pwp, one shot, unhealthy relationship 

                                  Puppy Love

Passion and fury blanket the room in an uncomfortable heat.

Your breaths become one – coursing through your lungs after just coming out of his.

His moans start wherever yours left off, and in this moment, you didn’t care who started and who ended.

This was the most disconcerting sexual encounter yet. On your back, this becomes clear.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head in pleasure, willing your approaching orgasm to go away so you can savour the feel of his silk covered rod ram into you some more. Through your breathless cries, you were able to hear the small disturbances on the hard floor where Jungkook lifted himself off you so he sat upright, never leaving the tight, hot passage that he called home.

“When will you stop playing with me,” he asks pushing his raven hair out of his eyes, anger still clearly laced in his voice – even now.

You answer him by craning your neck to the side, staring at a spot underneath the couch.

Trembling hands grip your neck in a ghost of a choke, tracing the veins on your neck and lingering on that particular area right underneath your ear. That same purple mark that had enraged him and the reason Jungkook was taking out his anger on you.

Suddenly, he grabs your jaw so you could face him. “Fucking look at me!”

Your eyes meet his and you’re so overwhelmed you think you might cry in earnest.

“I said when are you going to stop? I thought what we had was special.”

He rams into you harder and smacks one of your hips hard enough that you’re afraid your neighbours might have heard across the road. “I-I…” You start stammering. “I told you, Jungkookie, we are not- AH – together,” the last word ends up as a mantra.

“You said I was special.”

“You are! I said-FUCK!” He had grabbed your wrists over your head in one hand and he had a handful of your sensitive breasts in the other.

“You told me that I was special, yet you’re still dating other guys!” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust that you felt in your heart.

“Oh my God, Kookie,” you whine. “We were kids,” you bite out. “For the last, fucking, time, you were my best friend, so I said that.”

Sure, he was a few years younger than you, but you had no way to tell the little boy who ran up to you with a Valentine’s Day card that you weren’t interested. He had been following you all over your junior high school since the year started. You thought his crush was cute, so you often indulged him in his sweet words and drawings and innocent nuances.

In high school, you had become friends, and now with you in college and him being an idol, your relationship drifted apart naturally.

Or so it should have. You two hardly spoke anymore, let alone see each other.

But for some reason, he always managed to find out about any new boyfriends, or he always happened to bump into you, or rather pop up at your apartment, just when you had gotten a fresh new love bite.

“Tsk.” He suddenly flips you over, not being careful at all on the hard floor and you knew you would bruise. The feeling is replaced with utter bliss when he continues to drill into you like a machine.

You are about to sigh when he grabs your neck in a chokehold and begins to whisper in your ear. “You knew what you were saying and I know you love me. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have acted that way. Ever since you went to college you started acting differently towards me. It’s like you changed and I fucking hate,” he emphasizes with a slow and deep grind, “it.”

A chill ran up your spine. This had to stop.

Well, not the sex part, but you have to put an end to this obsession he has. He sounds crazy.

He breathes into your ear and licks the outer part slowly, like he was eating something that was too sweet to put in your mouth all at once. “When did you stop loving me,” he pants out, stuttering slightly as he normally did when he was close.

As if possible, he starts to rut into you faster. Thin red velvet met pink steel, over and over. The candle you were burning to read your novel before he broke into your apartment flickered eerily, making the room feel hotter than it actually was, but it illuminated the place enough to see Jungkook shutting his eyes tight when you looked back at him.

You clench around him, willing him to finally reach his end. You do not know how long he had been going at it, but you do know you are deliciously sore, delectably worn out, and had climaxed nine times already.

Still, he nibbles on the spot on your neck that Victor had so eagerly ravished last night. He licks it and kisses it as if he was trying to suck it off of your skin completely.

However, that was one of your weak points – every guy you slept with, including Jungkook, often found that out during foreplay.

Your falsetto reverberates across the walls. Drool is hanging from your lips, but your high is so painful that you don’t notice. You almost missed the flood that accompanied it between your legs where Jungkook pistons into you with no mercy.

“Noona noona noona noona noona,” he calls incessantly as a crescendo as you thankfully feel the warm deposit leak into your womb.

You both stay in that position, too tired to move.

As the electricity of your orgasm that once ran through your veins develop into a warm blanket of calm, you hear sobs behind you and immediately look back in worry.

Jungkook was full on bawling, hands carelessly wiping at his face, as his cock still sat in you.

“Noona, please, don’t stop loving me. Don’t leave me. I can’t make it without you. I won’t.” He stammers and convulses, but he manages to get all the words out.

Tears that were once of bliss collect and fall again in devastation. “Jungkookie, I won’t. You know that we are good friends, but-“

“But I don’t want to be a friend, Noona.”

“Jungkook, get out….” He was still half hard inside of you and it was getting uncomfortable as you dried up.

“No, I’ll never leave you,” he hugs you tightly as if to prove it.

“I mean get your penis out of me. It’s starting to hurt.”

“Oh, shit, sorry.” He pulls out and carries you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the counter as he ran you a bath.

“Jungkook, shit, listen to me,” you say, finally realizing that you had to stop allowing him to do things like this. He hums in acknowledgment. “Look at me.”

Obediently, he turns to you, fully focusing on you as the bathtub fills. His puppy-dog eyes burrowing into your heart is already breaking down your resolve.

“I want you to wash your face, put your clothes back on, go home, and get some rest.”

He looks at his feet childishly and suddenly you’re reminded of the tiny 7th grade boy who came up to you randomly with construction paper flowers during lunch one day.

“You won’t block me on everything again; will you, Noona? I couldn’t take it if you do it again. I’ll kill Victor if you do. I know where his dorms are. Noona, don’t think I won’t.”

You swallow hard, trying not to show how scared you are. “Kookie, let’s just take a bath, then and sleep. I’m tired.”

As if he puts on a mask, his serious expression flipped into his bunny-like smile and he nods.

He places you in the bath and you let him wash you.

This was his version of damage control you noticed. He looks at each bruise on your skin and kisses it softly.

Next, he would dry you off and lift you into your bedroom, where he would dress you in some pajamas that he bought for you, but you never wore. Still naked, he would lie behind your clothed body, stroking your arms gently as you drifted to sleep.

Of course, like always, he will never be there in the morning. It’s around 6 am when you notice the coldness of the bed and see he was already gone. Gone before you could talk to him about the previous night’s events and what it means. Gone before you could ruin his fantasy that you were his girlfriend.

Somehow, he had known about you and Victor’s new fling.

Before he ended up in some freak accident like Dillon, or before he slips on some stairs like Bartholomew, you decide to break things off with Victor.

You groan in pain while silent tears fall. Everything hurt.

Everything.

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Let Me Love You

Summary: She lucked out one too many times. Luckily, Jimin was there to ‘save’ her.

2,916 words

Warning tags: smut, dubcon, stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), slight yandere?

                                         Let Me Love You

Food.

Water.

 Death.

 Three things immediately popped out in your mind that you begged for, that you needed.

These days, the pain in your body didn’t even allow you the few seconds to fantasize that you were in your parent’s home on a weekend morning where you did not have any work today. The pain was too great for you to ignore so that, as soon as you woke up, you were reminded of your grim premise.

You open your eyes, too tired and weak to be disgusted by the scent of yourself, vomit, and reliefs that were soaked into the naked mattress in the floor. There were two small windows on one wall, short and almost reaching the ceiling indicating that you were in a basement, but sunlight never shined through them. They were being blocked from the outside.

Footsteps could be heard on through the thin ceiling. It sounded as if he were entertaining guests with given the thumps of the music and feet.

If you called out right now, you may be able to alert one of the guests to help you out this situation.

You knew it wouldn’t make any sense. He would find you. Besides, your throat was too weak to make any sound above a hoarse whisper and the music was too loud.

Someone opens the door (the only entrance to the basement) that sat on top of a long staircase. Dim lights filtered in and you squinted at it, sensitive to the light.

The door is closed but you made out the silhouette before you were engulfed in darkness again.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m entertaining upstairs – so I can’t stay for long – but I really missed you and wanted to see you,” you heard the angelic voice apologise to you.

“…min…Ji-min…” you managed to hoarse out.

“What is it, baby?”

“Thirsty.”

“Already? I just gave you water and food two days ago,” he chuckled. I couldn’t see him, but I could tell he had that wicked glimmer in his eye that did not go with those rose powdered cheeks he sported by now.

He walked to a corner of the room, far from where your chain would allowed you to reach, if you were even able to walk. The light from the fridge illuminated his outfit. He wore a black turtleneck, black jeans and of course, black boots. When you had first met him at that bar, he wore the same colour palette. If you only knew.

He came back with a bottle of water that he poured slowly into your mouth as you drank in large gulps.

“What do you want to eat,” he asked sweetly – the same tone he used when he asked what you were drinking that night.

You hesitate to answer.

“I can promise you I will probably have anything you ask of me. I know all of your favourite foods and bought them.”

                                                            🌃

The blue and lime green lights darted manically about the bar. It was loud and filled with cigar, weed, cigarette, and hookah smoke. The scent, four gin and juices, and bottle of wine (that was finished before you even entered the club) had you feeling free. You didn’t want to think of your dumb boyfriend who broke up with you because of a few male friends you kept.

You didn’t want to think about your so called “friends” who had taken his side.

You definitely didn’t want to think about how you were fired, yet again, for rejecting the advances of yet another coworker. They tell you to report the matter to HR, but you believed in an eye for an eye. Someone who smacks someone’s ass should get smacked across their face – not relocated to another desk.

You danced crudely to the music, obviously drunk.

It wasn’t safe for a girl, wearing such a revealing and tight lavender dress to go out by herself. Especially not in this crowd.

Still, you needed to get lost in a crowd of people and let loose. You were sick of your parents breathing down your neck about moving out now that you finished college and secured another job. There was no way you were telling them how you were fired again. You needed to get out of the house.

The upbeat tune of Raising Hell by Ke$ha was exchanged for the smooth beat of BMO by Ari Lennox. You were too drunk for this song. You started to slowly grind your hips into the air, trying to mimic the moves of an exotic dancer.

A pair of soft hands grabbed you by the waist and danced against you, obviously having trouble trying to keep your nonexistent rhythm.

It was hot.

His hands were all over you. You glanced back and saw juicy lips that you suddenly wanted to kiss, but you were already short of breath. As if the final ounces of alcohol had finally ran through your bloodstream, the room swayed and it got dark.

“Shit,” you heard someone say. You couldn’t tell if it came from you or him.

You felt yourself being dragged away, too weak and too inebriated to care.

Before you could even reach an exit, you passed out.

You woke up and could tell you were in a moving vehicle. You saw the same stranger driving, but that “new car” scent put you back to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of keys jingling about, you noticed that this was not your house and that the man carrying you was that same stranger from the club. “Hey! Where are you taking me!” You slurred, fighting the urge to pass out once more.

You shouldn’t have estimated the power of that wine you drank in one sitting.

He flashes you a perfect smile that oozed excitement. “I’m taking you home, y/n.”

“This isn’t my…home.” You let the darkness engulf you as it was getting too hard to fight.

You were too drunk to question how he knew your name.

Minutes, hours, or days passed before you woke up in a crisp, white bedroom.

You spat some of your hair out of your mouth.

With a stretch, you take in your surroundings.

What happened last night? The last thing you truly remembered was chatting up the handsome bartender.

You scratched your head and that’s when you realise you were in nothing but a large tank top, obviously male.

Fuck!

Not again, you thought. You can’t believe you were in this situation again.

You spotted a bathroom through the open door and ran into it. There were no love marks on your skin. Your make up was removed pretty well and the clothes you wore last night were folded neatly on top of the counter, including your panties which you found a little embarrassing, imagining someone folding them.

You slowly brought your hand to your entrance, feeling for any kind of tenderness or fluids that would indicate anything out of the ordinary.

If something did happen, at least they weren’t rough.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything to you. I didn’t want our first time to be like that.”

You removed your hand and spun to look at the owner of the voice.

Who the hell was this? You eyed him wearily.

Ignoring your glare, he spoke again, “I washed your clothes for you! They might be uncomfortable, so you can wear my shirt instead if you like.”

“Um, do you mind telling me who you are?” I couldn’t sense any danger from the angelically handsome silver haired man who spoke to you so innocently.

“Oh, I’m Jimin. Park Jimin. I’m 25 and I work as a police officer.”

“I meant, why am I here?”

“You fell out in the middle of the dance floor last night.”

“Why?”

He laughed again, turning his eyes into little upwards crescents. “I think that’s enough questions before we eat. I cooked breakfast. Its downstairs. Come down once you’re done in here.”

With that, he left.

Oh, he’s a police. That explained why he would bring me home. He felt the need to serve and protect. You were lucky this time, but this will have to be the last time you go out drinking alone. You quickly chucked off his tank top and got dressed in the same clothes as last night. You were indifferent to the walk of shame by now. Walking outside in club attire in broad daylight was bound to catch a few stares, but you didn’t care what people think.

You searched for your shoes and realized he probably had them downstairs.

By the time you gotten down and found the kitchen, he was just about to sit down.

“Look, I really want to thank you for saving me. Something really bad could have happened last night. I tend to have this self-destructive streak about me that I can’t quite shake off, but I promised myself this would be the last time I pass out from drinking.”

He smiled at your words. “That’s great. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are never that careless again. Please, have breakfast.”

“Oh no, you’re too kind. I’ve already bothered you enough.”

“Come on, now, Y/n. I’ve already cooked it. I don’t want to waste it.”

You shrug and sat. “Fine, if you insist.” You start to dig in immediately. It was amazing and settled your stomach. You could already feel the hangover nausea kicking in.

You horsebacked the rest of the hot tea and stood abruptly. “Thank you so much! That was really delicious. I hope one day I can repay your kindness.”

All of the joy in his eyes dissipated as you moved to leave, but you didn’t notice.

“Can you tell me where my shoes are?”

“How about you stay for a while longer?”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“Are your parents waiting back for you?”

“No, I tend to not even come home most weekends and- wait,” you stopped, eyeing him suspiciously thinking it was weird that he assumed you lived with your parents although you were obviously an adult. “I’m a grown woman, you know. I may act like a teen, getting drunk like that, but I’m 21. I can do what I want.”

“And you were fired recently, meaning you don’t have anything better to do, right? Please, stay with me.”

Revelation.

Before you thought to wit your way out of danger, you stammer.

“How did you know I was fired from my job?” You started to slowly back away.

If you were not in the current predicament, you might have noticed how beautiful and genuine his smile was. “Oops, looks like I blew my cover! I guess I can drop the façade. I love you, y/n. I had for a while now, but I couldn’t talk to you because I know someone boring like me wouldn’t stand a chance.” His eyes furrowed in mock sorrow, but those plump, tempting lips pulled into smile. “If you’re good, I’ll let you stay in the house…I really do not intend to hurt you.”

He reached and arm out for you slowly, but you evaded his touch as if he was fire. “Let me out of here! You stalker!” You dashed to what you assumed to be the front door with the crooked cop trailing behind you slowly.

“I don’t want to hurt you, y/n!”

You looked back for a moment as you grab frenetically for the door handle. He waltzed toward you with his hands in his pockets. He had on his uniform, the only thing missing was the hat and shirt.

Clammy hands finally got the door open and you charged through it without taking your eyes off the monster behind you. Even when you fell down the stairs, you did not turn your neck to see that the door you took so long to open was your personal gateway to hell.

Instead of seeing the bright lights of morning, you are greeted with darkness. When your eyes adjusted, you realised that it’s a basement.

“FUCK!!!” You screamed in agony clutching your broken leg.

Park Jimin tutted and cooed toward you. “See what you did to yourself? I told you that I don’t want to hurt you. Let me see…” He reached out for your leg but you pull away from him quickly, the action eliciting a groan from you. “Hey, I’m trying to help.”

“Then take me to a fucking hospital!”

“You probably don’t even need one. The fall wasn’t that high. It was about seven steps. I took a course in first aid.” His voice was something lethal. How was he so calm with you shouting at him? You gave him your leg.

Gently, in his crouched position, he rotated your leg, massaging it to assess where it had broken. “Shh, shhh, shhh, its okay,” he cooed at you mindlessly. With a deep gulp and wide eyes, he warned, “Suck in your breath…” You did as he said, in too much pain to argue. “It’ll take a sec…” He snapped your leg again with a grueling sound similar to a branch breaking from a tree during a hurricane.

You screamed.

And screamed,

And screamed,

And blacked out from pain.

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Smell the Roses

Summary: A woman living alone in the city makes a new friend, Jin.

5,503 words

Warning tags: smut, dubcon, mild stalking, possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall)

                                           Smell the Roses

Burgundy anemones kissed the pink daffodils that lined the deliberate furrows of lilacs. The blue sky was without blemish this golden afternoon and all was still, except for the babbling brook located through the forest. The organic perfume of these fields clung to her sun dress that flowed around her, making her seem as if she was a flower herself in this patch.

It was good to take a rest from the city life. Alice never worried for the four-hour bus drive it took to get here. She never minded paying for the $5 two-way bus ticket to find some solace from her city. The 600 sq ft apartment she lived in seemed like a cage. She often humoured that she felt she was in a prison, or trapped in some over glorified tower like Rapunzel looking down at the busy cars from her closet sized balcony whenever she felt lonely. Even if she were to leave her self-acclaimed cage to go to work, it would feel as if she was in a zoo and that she was merely changing exhibitions.

Not here, however. When she got off the bus and separated from the crowd, meandering the long walkways and getting lost in between the trees to find these patches, she felt free. She felt like she was in the wild - in her natural habitat. She could finally think. Sometimes, when she was lucky, the sublime would strike her, and she would be inspired to write poems or create a new waterpainting.

Today, at the far corner where the pink roses lie, something catches her eye. There seemed to be a sphere of lavender behind the roses.

Beyond the roses was grass and the other side of the fields before reaching the border of trees lining this cleared patch. She did not normally walk through that area because it was a little further, but she did not want to regret anything when she gets into her bed tonight, so she skips along the perimeter to take a closer look.

It isn’t until she near this edge when she realises that there were no lavender petals, but a pastel purple head of hair – a head also containing lips, a nose, and eyes that waver staring at her in shock.

Letting out a small yelp and scooting away from Alice, the person, a man, clutches onto his basket.

Too shocked to respond, Alice just stands there, gawking at this beautiful man. It was no wonder that she had first mistaken him for a flower. He is beautiful. Pink, lush rose petal lips, long youthful cheeks, arched eyebrows, and the most achingly innocent pair of brown eyes jumped out to her before she mentally addresses the firm broad shoulders and clavicles visible through his white button-up.

Realising that it’s only a girl, and his own for a matter of fact, Seokjin relaxes and stands to his full height, towering the perpetrator. “What are you doing here?” He asks sternly.

Her reverie of the perfect man was broken when he spoke. Realising her rudeness, she responds quickly, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you! I wanted to take a look at the flowers, but I hadn’t realised someone else would be here…”

Her stammering softened Seokjin. “So, you really don’t know that these fields belong to someone?”

She had been coming here for almost a year and never saw anyone, but then again, the flowers were always well kept, and grass kept low.

For a long while, they stand in silence, barely hearing the river scream somewhere in the distance as the awkwardness is too loud.

“Don’t talk much, do you?” He laughs. It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. That is when it hits her. He’s Jin of BTS. Those crinkling eyes and the high-pitched laughter were the giveaway.

It’s strange seeing celebrities in person. You tend to forget that they can’t fit in your pocket in real life. This was not the time to fan girl, however, so she compartmentalises this information.

How did he manage to always have her at a loss for words? “I’m sorry for trespassing, I will leave immediately. It never occurred to me that I had been trespassing.” She turns to walk away but Seokjin grabs her arm.

“No, wait. Please, I didn’t mean to tease. I’m perfectly fine with you being here.”

Alice is still in shock that he had touched her. Her cheeks flush thinking about how his large, yet delicate, hands wrapped around her small forearm so easily. It would probably wrap around her neck with the same ease.

Jin took this lack of response and her gaze at where he grabs her as him overstepping a boundary. He releases her and continues. “Sorry,” he offers with a blush. “I’ve actually known about you coming here from the beginning. I’ve… been watching you.” You would mistake his melodic voice and downcast eyes for aloofness and comfort, but his ruby neck and ears betrayed his embarrassment at revealing such a thing.

He bows, putting his back parallel to the floor suddenly. “It’s nice to meet you finally. In the past I was never able to speak to you, but I am now.” Seokjin wishes he were able to introduce himself sooner, but filming schedules, the reason why he is in this country in the first place, would not have allowed it.

She bows towards him, too. “It’s actually nice to meet you, Jin. You’re really sweet to have let me come here even though I must have been so rude.” They both straighten their backs to look at each other in the eyes.

“You know my name?”

It had casually slipped off her tongue like milk and honey without her meaning to. “Y-Yeah… you are a celebrity,” she replies matter-of-factly.

“I just meant- I didn’t think that such a rare flower would have known my name so well.”

“Please, don’t compare me to this beautiful patch.”

“I can’t. You’re more beautiful.”

Alice was tired of being the only one being embarrassed. Her clammy hands wring her dress in an attempt to dry it only for them to moisten again. “It takes one to know one. You’re the flower with the petal lips.” She could not finish her sentence looking into his eyes, so she squats neatly to rub the petals of the pink roses between her index finger and thumb. “They look softer than this.”

As quickly as the blush disappeared, it comes back. His ears were burnt. “I would say the same for you.” He squats next to her, looking at the vista of plants intertangling with one another in the soft spring breeze.

“Please, you look like you actually have a skin care routine. Yours are definitely better compared.” She laughs to herself.

Suddenly, he grabs her chin gently, so she can look at him. What she sees are dilated pupils donning shyness within the windows. Multilayers of lust, question, and social anxiety dons his. “Let’s see whose lips are softer,” he muses with a devious smirk.

“Wha-?”

Seokjin firmly presses his lips against hers. Sparks flew behind her eyes while his face in this position contemporaneously blinds her. Alice closes her eyes lest she suffers eye damage. Her lips kissed his mouth back; the chilled zephyr reminiscent of winter kissed her exposed skin; spearmint kissed her nostrils; and the soft smacks kissed her ears. Something is missing; the realisation breaking her out of her reverie to mentally unpack what is happening.

She doesn’t even know him.

When she reaches up to push at his chest with an arm, he grabs her wrist in an iron vice, not letting her move it from where it suspends near her face.

With a sigh, she opens her mouth into the forced kiss and is disappointed when he does not use his tongue. She initiates it by licking his lips, demanding entry with her second feeble attempt of regaining some control in the situation.

Abruptly, Seokjin uses her wrist to drag her forward so she would fall messily into the neat flower bed. Her face lies right in the middle of where two beds were divided. Gold tulips frame the left side of her face and the fuchsia roses she originally trudged toward frame the right. Directly above her are the baby breaths and even beyond that are a sea of pinks, violets, and oranges, swirled together to create a kaleidoscope effect.

The sky is no longer blue but orange, and she soon is not able to focus on it as the assailant eclipses her view when he looms over her. The plants and soil are still warm from the sun, but a cold air chills her bones until Seokjin ensnares her with his warmth. The golden afternoon is quickly coming to an end with the setting sun.

With no warning, he leans down to kiss her again, which she willingly returns. The floral waft of perfume is soon replaced with peppermint and musk as he takes over her very being. She has no thoughts, no words. All she feels is the stuttering stream betraying her arousal lubricating the thighs that she unconsciously rubs together. Her head is empty.

Until it isn’t. Seokjin’s hands manages to snake up her sundress and rips the scrap of lace that are her panties off in one motion – all too fast.

“Ahh!” she pants in half anger half arousal.

Noticing the way her eyebrows knot, he immediately finds her clit to gently rub her back into the act. It does not go unnoticed, the way she opens her legs further for his assault.

Her whines and moans both encourage and nauseate him until he could not handle it anymore.

His left hand cushions her head and steers it for the kiss while his right hand slides to her bottom, crawls toward the back of her knee in a ticklish journey, and abruptly pushes it backward so her body is folded in half.

He leans up, leaving her cold, so he can look at the mess he’s made. Or the mess that she has made.

She is dripping even as he is no longer touching her. She basks in the way that this specimen looks down at her arousal, in the late daylight. An incandescent glow crosses his face in the low light giving the scene a bluer tint.

For a while, she only stares at the way he stares at her entrance. Seokjin licks his bottom lip with an expression that makes her think he is about to devour something. She bucks her hips and whines, and this was the only thing that would break his intent stare. “Do you want to continue?”

Perplexed, she gets up on her elbows and cocks her head at him, wondering if he is seriously asking at this point. She licks her lips, an unintentional taunt towards the man who still has her leg pressed against her belly. “Fuck me.”

His belt is unbuckled in mere seconds and the hellish confines of his pants and underwear are yanked down enough so that his erection springs free. “Yeah?” He asks her, never breaking eye contact, “you want me?”

“I want you so much.”

“Get on your hands and knees. Face down.”

She springs to action. Dizzy with lust, she can’t help but to breathe and smell the roses conveniently beneath her.

She inhales a sharp breath to prepare herself for the monster cock, but weeps when she does not feel the girth sliding in her.

It takes two strokes to realise that it was his middle finger. “No, I want your cock,” she pants, turning to look him in his eye to understand his intentions. He is sat on the floor with either of his feet on the side of her body. His unoccupied hand rests on his knee.

He doesn’t stop, or even looks at her face.

He only pauses for a minute to suck her essence from his finger. “So good,” he whispers to himself.

When the finger enters her again, it is cold from saliva. She scoots her entire body away from him involuntarily. “Sor-sorry, it was a little col-AH!”

Two fingers reach her insides in one slow motion. Quickly finding her g-spot, he continues the piercing motion. Liquid run from her entrance down her thighs watering the grass below.

It gets even colder as the sun really hides from their view somewhere behind the trees as if it is giving them some privacy, or too shy to be present in such bold acts. Bold… what she refuses to stop really is indecent, but she can’t help but to turn into putty in his hands. She shivers thinking about this situation.

Jin watches her shiver and spots the goosebumps all over her ass. He switches his position so he is hugging her from behind, acting as a blanket. His mouth being so close to her pale skin, he could not help but to mark her. Like a barbarian, he seeks to claim her in every way. His lips pucker even as he pulls the skin from her neck between his teeth. He lost count of the iterations of hickies placed on her neck, cheek, back, hips, and hips, especially when she begins to shake uncontrollably.

“Ahn…” she moans sweetly in between tears what Jin hoped to spring from the intensity of it all.

He does not stop pumping his fingers until she scoots away from his grip signaling her oversensitivity.

Three heartbeats pass and she sighs deeply, pulling her dress down embarrassed but glad that he cannot see her red face. He had just seen her most intimate part, but now she feels shy. She was trying to bring the hem down to her knees when she thought she should have said something.

“U-Um… I….”

The words that she are unable to speak are cut off by the sound of material ripping. Judging by her cold behind, she realises he just ripped her dress off her body.

Something hot, hard, and heavy presses against her core.

It seems his cock was made for her, the way it fit in between her folds. He rubs the tip languidly along her slit, spreading the moisture that was quickly building.

“What’s wrong? I thought you said you wanted this. Why are you trying to get dressed?” Jin taunts.

Suddenly, Alice pushes back and engulfs him in her heat in one motion. Moaning hysterically from the stretch, she tries to maintain her composure even though he was rearranging her insides with the pace she set for herself.

Jin kneels completely still, allowing her to ride him unperturbed from the back. The act was too erotic for him to interfere. Her plump butt slams against his crotch eliciting a cry from her and a grunt, that was slowly becoming a moan, from him. Thighs meet thighs like clockwork. Alice selfishly sought her own end with her fast and shallow pace. However, with the strokes not being long enough, Jin was not near his own pleasure. He truly just wanted to imprint in his mind the image of her using him as some sex toy while she humps like some rabbit.

Her walls clench down on him suddenly. He snaps out of his reverie and notice her falling off the precipice of another orgasm, so she slows down from fatigue and the knotting up in her stomach.

Still, she moves at slow pace.

Jin places his large hands on either of her shoulders. She is pressed into the ground while her butt is still connected to him in the air. The arch gives her less mobility but stabilises him more.

Relentlessly, he pistons into her. Alice’s head snaps up to look back at him and the sight leaves her breathless. His exposed forehead is riddled with stray strands of hair. Even though the sun is long gone, his body glistens with sweat and his blown out eyes focus solely on her. Those hooded bedroom eyes looking back at him in awe proves to be the final blow. He continues rutting into her even as he orgasms. The hot liquid and strokes make her climax as well.

Apart from the owls and crickets, the only sound that could be heard are their breaths drawing in and out of their throats. The afterglow under the moon iss almost magical.

After about fifteen minutes pass, the couplet stirs.

Jin pulls out of her heat finally and Alice stretches. He fixes his pants quickly and stands to help her get up. Alice looked back at where she laid and found that the flowers were still intact, which was kind of amazing since she never saw herself as particularly light.

“Hey, I can take you home,” Jin offers, making Alice bring her attention back to the situation at hand.

Finally realising it was night, Alice looked at her phone and found that there would only be one more bus coming for the day, and it wouldn’t be for another two hours.

“That would be great.”

Another problem, he had ripped her dress in the back, which wouldn’t have been so bad if she still had panties. She picks up the tattered material that was carelessly thrown aside and puts it in her pocket. Litter always had bothered her.

She holds her dress during the walk deeper into the estate. A large house that was only visible once passing through the trees comes into her view. He presses a button on his keys and a grey Jeep sounds and lights up the driveway. He opens her door and helps her to climb inside. This is when he notices her problem. He gasps and blushes but covers it with a cough.

She puts her address in the GPS and they head to her place. Before he pulls off, he grabs one of his hoodies from the backseat and abashedly hands it to her. She accepts it and puts it on quickly, thankful that it fell just above her knees. “Thank you.”

“Sorry, I got carried away earlier.” He glances at her, taking his eyes off the highway for a few seconds to show the sincerity in his eyes. “How much were your clothes? Let me repay you.”

Alice laughs nervously. “Actually, this dress was thrifted for fifty cents and I can’t remember how much my underwear was, but don’t worry about either.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, but you really should be more careful when having sex in the future. Not all girls will be as easy going as I am when it comes to that.” Or as easy to sleep with for the matter, she suddenly thinks, degradingly, to herself.

“I’ve never done something like that. I really don’t know what came over me, but I’m sure I won’t be having sex on a whim like that again.” Not after experiencing her.

“Please, don’t try to lie. You were too casual in doing it. You don’t expect me to believe you don’t normally do this, now do you?”

“What? Destroy clothes?”

Alice tries to deadpan but ends up laughing. “No, I mean having casual sex.”

He laughs now too. “Believe it or not. It’s not my job to convince you, but my answer is no. This is my first-time having sex in the open like that, and for a ‘first time’ too.”

She decides she will believe him. “Okay. Well, what were you even doing in this country?”

“I just really liked the house since we shot a video in there before. I always said I would buy it.” Jin half lies. Sure, the house was nice, but what was even greater was Alice. He saw her in the garden smelling some flowers when he took a break in the woods in between scenes. He made sure to keep himself concealed as he watched her gently sieving through the grass and leaves for ladybugs.

The conversation during the three-hour drive was refreshing to him and only deepened his obsession over her. She was just as sweet as she looked and felt. So much so that he hardly realised that they were already so close to her apartment complex.

The GPS cuts off his sentence with a monotonic, “You have arrived at your destination.”

He is shocked into silence, staring at the small screen.

“Well, thanks for this ride. I know it was kind of far for you, so I will accept this ride as repayment for ripping my clothes.” She grins and opens her door to jump out.

All at once, she feels a vice like grip on her forearm. She spins her head back in surprise and question.

“What’s your number,” Jin asks.

She smiles sweetly at him and Jin gulps.

It was great that he already knew where she lives now, but he wants to communicate with her too.

She licks her lips, obviously uneasy with his grip. “How about this,” she ventures. “Give me your number, and I will text you.” She pulls out her phone for him to input his information, which he does, making sure to check over everything.

She smiles at him and then she is gone, disappearing into the entrance.

Jin could not be happier. During the ride he talked about touring and she talked about her job, giving him a bunch of information that he can use to find out more about her.

He could not wait until she texts him. He checks his phone for messages on the way to his home while he drives.

Nothing.

He checks it again when he pulls into his driveway.

Still nothing.

He checks as he gets ready for bed and brushes his teeth.

No new texts from any unsaved numbers.

He begins to wonder if he ended up still making a typo, but he is sure that he would not have done that. Glancing through his notifications one last time, he turns off his bedside lamp and turns to go to sleep. Maybe in the morning she will text. Maybe she is playing hard to get.

Only, a text never came the next morning, or the next day at all. He eagerly anticipated it during the first two weeks, having to talk himself out of waiting around her apartment to catch her on her work commute.

Three weeks had to pass before he found himself driving to her city to find her. He knew where she lived exactly and the security in her building wasn’t very good. The rope and duct tape in the plastic bag on the backseat rustled with every turn he makes towards her county.

Meanwhile, during those weeks, Alice was so embarrassed about the situation that she could not bring herself to press the send button on her simple “Hi” text that was composed that very night. At first, she didn’t want to seem desperate, but then she started to imagine things, like his look of lust as he gazed at her form slamming back at him may have been mistaken. Maybe it had been disregard or disgust. Or, the look could have been purely lust and he wanted to use her as some sex doll while he was in the country.

Overall, she had been completely embarrassed about the whole ordeal, so she didn’t text Jin at first.

Three weeks later, she does her laundry and finds a huge sweater in the dryer. It no longer smelt like him, but at least it was clean. She looks at the tag, wondering if she should iron it. She almost drops the fabric reading the brand’s name on the label. This simple brown hoodie must have costed a fortune. With sudden urgency, she picks up her phone.

Hey, I washed the hoodie you loaned me! I can mail it to you. What is your mailing address?

It was by pure luck that Jin did not get caught in some car accident. He reads the text dozens of times, sure that it was Alice.

Needing to hear her voice, he calls her back instead of replying via text.

“H-H-Hi, Jin!” She tries to say nonchalantly after she answers.

“Alice…” He waits for her to answer, wanting to hear more.

“Yes?”

“I’m about five minutes away from you. I can pick yo- it up.”

“Wow, are you stalking me?”

Jin’s nerves prick at him until he hears her sweet laughter, signalling that she was merely joking.

He laughs, too. “Yeah, I just couldn’t wait to see you and you took so long to text me. I got worried.”

She laughs even more. “No really, are you guys doing something else in this city? Promo?”

“No. I’m here on vacation. I was just checking on somethings.” He turns into her parking lot and makes his way towards the elevator in her building, noting that no key is needed to park, or get into the building. “What unit?”

“Huh?” Alice is caught off guard. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll come down to you. Rustling is heard on the other line already, signalling that she is moving.

“Alice, I’m already here. Just tell me.”

Silence on the other line.

“What? You don’t trust me enough? Think I’ll break in?” He laughs mirthlessly. He’s desperate for this information.

“No!” She says a little too loudly for her liking. “It’s the fourth floor… 412.”

With a smirk, he presses the button on the elevator.

After living on her own for so long, Alice had quickly discovered the joy in being nude. Less laundry, comfort, no need for A/C, all reasons why she just doesn’t normally wear clothes when she’s home. So, she only had about two minutes to find and put on her robe before she hears a quick rapping on her door.

“Be there soon!” She walks toward the door and tries to wrap it as good as possible. She opens the door to find Jin dressed in black sweatpants, a black hoodie, and simple tennis shoes. His hair hung low on his face, obscuring his eyes a bit. “Hi,” she pipes – unable to quelle the wide smile on her face.

“Hey,” he says, taking the hoodie she shoves in his arms. He’s already seen every inch of her, so why is the slight cleavage enticing him so much? It was easy to see deeper into her robe than she wanted with his height.

“Sorry for not contacting you earlier… I even forgot that I had it.”

Her speaking brought his eyes up to her plump, glossed lips. With eyes downcast, Alice does not even have the chance to register his blatantly staring.

“I hope it wasn’t a bother to wait.” She glances up at his face, questioning his silence just as he lifts his eyes to hers.

“It wasn’t a bother at all. Honestly,” he lies again. “but can you tell me some directions while I’m here?”

“Sure. Where are you tryin-“ a door down the hall opens loudly. Alice is now suddenly aware that her door is still open and Jin is outside. She pulls him inside quickly, not sure if the person coming out was her ex-boyfriend. She cannot wait until her lease is over so she can move for good.

When she closes the door, she presses her back against it in relief that she was inside before anyone had seen her or her visitor.

Opening her eyes, she sees Jin is looking at her, in a way she would take to be confusion. In reality, he was trying not to pounce on her after staring at her legs when he realised just how short the robe was. It stops just below her hips. “Sorry,” she starts to explain. “Nosey neighbours,” she explains with a nervous chuckle.

Jin swallows air. Her neck nor collar bones show any evidence of their last passionate embrace. He wants to change that.

He slowly stalks to her, crowding her against her door.

She lifts a hand suddenly to his chest and shrinks away from him. “Where did you need directions to?”

Her lip gloss made her lips seem like rubies. Opal sclera made her ebony pupils shine more. Enchanted, he crowds her again, this time putting his arms on either side of her head.

Looking deep into her eyes, framed with obsidian eyebrows, he answers, “your heart.”

If not for the fact that he was so gorgeous, she may have noticed the corny comeback and rolled her eyes, but for now, she could not move. Her mind told her she shouldn’t be letting him use her for sex, but her body sang a different song. He bent his head to take possession of the rubies, immediately deepening the kiss to something sensual.

Knock. Knock. Knock!

“Ali! I know you’re in there, slut! Do you have any of my folders? I’m missing something important that I need for work.”

The two are stunned in place. Alice shakes in fear and Jin reads the situation to the best of his abilities. He straightens and moves to open the door. Alice quickly grabs his large wrist to stop him. “No! You never brought your work here so stop asking! I don’t have anything!”

“Whatever,” was his simple reply after a few moments.

Alice does not let go of a breath she hadn’t realised she held until she hears his footsteps indicating his retreat.

“Does he always do that?” Jin asks.

Alice snaps her head towards them. Of course, he wouldn’t be interested in her now. She has too much baggage. “Not really,” she admits with downcast eyes, hopeful that he isn’t perturbed.

Jin gets off of her completely. “And that’s your ex?”

She nods her head and looks away.

“You’re not safe here…” he ventures.

Shocked that he was not disgusted, she looks back up at him. “Jake wouldn’t actually do anything. He’s all talk. Sure, he’s annoying, but I don’t feel unsafe. However, I do plan on moving as soon as my lease is up.”

“When is that?”

“In three months.”

She can almost hear the gears turning in Jin’s head as he says, “Come live with me. I don’t like the idea of you being here.”

“That’s sweet of you – really, but I can hold my own. I don’t need some saviour. I will move in a few months and I will be fine. It might not sound like it but I’m sure Jake loves me.” It was way too early for him to ask that, but she is sure it came from a sincere place.

“I know it may seem sudden, but I’m serious. I have a lot of space for you.”

“No, really, I couldn’t.”

Jin sighs in frustration but ends up looking at her warmly. “My offer will always be open.”

“Thanks for your concern,” she means. She opens the door she was just leaning on. “Thanks for stopping by!”

Jin gets the hint that he was kicking her out, but she looks so distressed that he doesn’t fight her on it.

He nods curtly at her and exits with his hoodie.

After she locks him out, he immediately looks left to where he heard Jake’s footsteps go.

Finally, Alice could let the tears fall. They pour in clumps like diamonds, sad that she so quickly ruined a new possible relationship. She was always a handful in some way. Always too much for the small hands of the men whoever took any interest in her.

She weeps on the daybed that served as her couch in the living room. The rose print wallpaper being her only witness to the mess she presents. Will she ever find love? It is hard to let work fill that empty space in her heart for companionship. Her parents never approved of her career choice, or sense of fashion. They always sought to worsen her depression whenever she tried to rekindle their relationship. So, their mode of communication was restricted to short phone calls once every few months. Her siblings had lives of their own and her apartment did not allow pets. Finally, on top of all of this, she sucked at making new friends due to her social anxiety.

She had not known how long she silently wailed in self-pity until her phone rang indicating a new text.

She reads it thinking it was her ex who had gotten a new phone just to mess with her again, but it wasn’t.

Jin: Hi cutie. This smells amazing. What fabric softener is this?

Jin inhaled the top deeply just as he puts it on his freshly showered body.

Alice: Its an eco-friendly brand, I’ll send you the link!

Alice: [Link]

Jin: Thanks, it smells like you.

Alice thought back to when his face was so close to hers earlier. Was he referring to that?

Jin: I know I just saw you, but can we have coffee tomorrow? Lets meet at that coffee shop on your block.

Alice: I love them! Sure!

Jin: Great. See you at 11 <3

Alice smiles sweetly down at her phone thinking that maybe some men’s hands are large enough.

                                a/n: Since high school, my favourite writing style had been descriptive. This was always my vice when writing narratives; however, since the sensory overload would sometimes take away from the story. So sorry if that happens here! I want to make an excuse that this is purely smut and aesthetics, but I plan on having a part 2 :( This is my first time ever posting with this style so I’m really nervous.

Update: the first time I uploaded this, I didn’t realise the a/n wasnt copied too, but this was it. I also realised that I had some serious verb agreement and tense switching errors. I apologise for this too. You can really tell that I write these on the verge of falling asleep. 😅

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Intermittent Fasting

Summary: She changes her entire being to be perfect for Hoseok. Don’t you think she has a right to him?

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Warnings: fluff?, smut, drinking, drug use

It may not look like it now, but I plan on making a main character in this fic yandere. If you get triggered by possessive, jealous, or controlling themes, then please do not read. Also, those with eating disorders or triggered by them should not read. 

Part 0.5

The saccharine scent of nectarines intermingled with the smell of the ocean, or more precisely the beach. There was a hint of fresh salt and some sweet fruit greeting me when I woke up. The sun was already blinding me with my eyes closed, so I squeezed my eyelids together even tighter to block it out.

The bed was very soft and… smooth? Satin sheets enveloped my naked back and legs in a homely manner, and that was when I realised I was not home in Gwangju, like I had been all week.

With a start, I open my eyes and sit upright.

The entire room seemed dark, in décor not lighting. The sheets were certainly satin but were burgundy along with the comforters and pillowcases. The walls were a glossy black colour and the floors looked to be some smooth grey rock.

Where the fuck am I…

…and why am I half naked?

The door across the room swung open and a girl dressed in a large white t-shirt, that I realised was mine upon further scrutiny, waddled in the room with a glass of water in her hands. On me, my shirt fit quite loosely, but due to her curves, she filled it out more. If she wore makeup, I didn’t notice.

Who was she?

I am sure I’ve seen her before. Her hair reminded me of cotton candy – a halo symmetrically divided in two with colours. The left side of her hair was an inky black and the other side was sky blue. Her smile was warm and welcoming. That smile perfectly fitted her; she was adorable.

I managed to have sex with someone like her?

“Hey, sleepy head.” She smiled at me and handed me the glass of water as I attempted to throw my legs over to get up. She sat in front of my legs casually so now it would be awkward to get my feet on the ground. “I see you didn’t touch your breakfast,” she frowned and practically pouted at me. My heart stuttered. “You need to eat.”

This was when I notice the tray of eggs, bacon, waffles, orange juice, peaches, and some other food items I didn’t recognise. They were neatly arranged on a wooden tray with a curtly folded napkin and silverware.

To get the sad look from such a pretty face, I picked up the tray and dug in with a smile. “I didn’t even notice it! Thank you.”

Her eyes lit up first before she smiled.

I started with the meat chewing animatedly. By the time I finished the eggs as well, I notice that she wasn’t eating. No, weirder, she was ogling my mouth when I ate the entire time. It was strange, so I decided to start a conversation. I remember that last night I went to the club with some friends. We finally finished our first finals ever as seniors. After drinking half a beer, I got very drunk and left to get a cab. I don’t remember much else…

I really should stop drinking.

My eyes couldn’t help but to trail down to her neck and then her breasts that were poking obscenely through my shirt. The window in the back of her helped to outline her Coca-Cola bottle silhouette that she hid beneath.

It was Saturday, I was on vacation from work, and the food was actually good, so I finished the plate eagerly, ignoring the voice in my mind questioning who she was.

I must have flirted with her last night.

As soon as I walked into the club, my friend ordered me a beer. I drank half over the course of 20 minutes and tried to leave before I got too drunk, but it was too late for me to come to that resolve. I would admit I’m a lightweight, but the alcohol was more effective than I thought. I stumbled a few times. Did she help me get a cab?

I drank the orange juice in one gulp. When I rested the glass back onto the tray, she picked it up with a smile and ran just outside the door quickly. The motion made the shirt ride up and her butt – that was the cutest thing I ever saw – flashed me.

She came back a few seconds after I realised I had an erection the entire morning.

She sheepishly walked toward me wringing her hands. “A-Are you okay? Last night…” she trailed off. “I want to make sure you’re not harmed. Did you eat enough?”

“No.”

“I’ll get some more. I made plenty! Did you like everyt-“

I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto the bed in one motion. “I’m hungry for something else,” I said in an even tone. I glanced down to where her legs met and then back up at her, an obvious hint as to what I was referring to. “Will you feed me?”

She whimpered over a little flirtation. Was this weird or was she just shy?

She was sat on her haunches looking down at me like she was afraid I would actually bite her. To ease the tension, I dragged my hands lightly from her knees up to her thighs and across her hips slowly. “Will you?”

“Yes! Please, yes. Anything you want!” She started to whine.

Wasting no time, I laid her on her back and pressed her knees a part. Her shirt bunched around her belly, giving me a full view of her vulva. I lifted her legs up so they were pressing on her torso to get a better view inside of her.

“Don’t look!”

Her face was so red, I was afraid it would bleed from her cheeks onto her sheets. When I looked at her sex again, she was already dripping.

I never saw anything like that. She was so ready just from me looking at her.

This would be fun.

To spare her further embarrassment, I dipped my head between her legs and coated my lips, chin, then nose in her essence.

With a moan, I got to work licking stripes from her perineum to the tip of her clit, watching her every reaction to see what she preferred.

I began to suck on her clit since it seemed like she was moaning for every spot I touched. In between the moans and pants, she cried, “Hobi!”

My chest and entire mouth were wetter than usual.

“I’m sorry! I just wasn’t expecting you to actually do that! I’m sorry!” She sat up on her elbows as she recovered slowly from her orgasm. It took me a while to understand that she squirted. I used a finger to swoop up some of it that was still in her, making her shiver, and stretched the fluids between two fingers forming a string.

It was actual cum. Out of shock, the fact that she called me by my personal nickname that only close family and friends knew escaped me.

“I’m sorry. I’ll clean you up right now.” She was panting as she struggled to use her legs to get out of bed. I grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her down under me.

“Do you want this?” I asked her as she looked at me with blown out pupils. I stroked my cock, preparing to enter her.

“Yes!” She practically screamed and opened her legs further, although her face burned crimson still.

I entered her in one quick motion straight to the hilt. “Fuck”

“Mmmm, Oh my God, Hobi! It feels so good,” she sang.

Was she oversensitive? All I did was put it in. I know that first penetration is normally the best, but surely it wasn’t that good for her to be moaning still.

I pulled out slowly until only my head rested in her. Her moans were frantic and strangely comforting. It encouraged me.

I decided to stop torturing myself and pistoned into her. I pressed down on her knees so that she would be even more wide open. She was too tight, and it was bordering on pain. “Shit, you’re so damn tight.” I leant down and started peppering kisses and lovebites over her neck and jaw.

Her insides contracted suddenly. After a few minutes, she gripped me into a vice hold as her own orgasm washed over her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she scratched my back. It was painful but I was too focused on my own cum leaving my body to mind it.

Completely spent, I got off her and l lied on the side. “That was amazing. Short, but amazing. I want to go again.”

She stared at me wide eyed. “Really? You want to go again… with me?”

At first, I thought she incredulously couldn’t believe I was ready for another round, but now I was perplexed why such a beautiful girl was so insecure. She made it seem like it wasn’t normal for a young man to want to be inside her.

She grinned after I affirmed her question and squealed in glee. “Its good to see you’re so healthy, but you should take it easy. Let me ride you.” She was already straddling me, and I had already agreed before she could finish the sentence.

My semen dripped from her pussy lewdly as she hovered her sex over mine.

She split herself open on my cock slowly with a look of utter bliss painted across her face. “Mmmm, it feels so good!” She spoke with too much emphasis.

I didn’t care if she was exaggerating, apparently my dick liked it.

She kept talking as she bounced up and down on me, never losing her momentum. Sometimes she would rut and grind on me like some energizer bunny, then she would take slow movements, carefully sitting down until she stuffed all of me in her and coming back up just until my head was about to slip out.

It was impressive. She stayed up there lasting longer than I had ever seen any woman in this position. Normally by now, their legs would be tired, but she just kept going.

The tshirt was on, but did little to hide what was underneath, so I never asked her to take it off. Instead, I grabbed a breast and felt the weight of it in my hand. Her hardened nubs were teased after I pinched each lightly. She sighed in satisfaction. Had I learnt anything from the first round, it would be that she grew quiet and slowed all of her movements when she was about to climax.

Her body stilled suddenly. Wrinkles marred her forehead where she tried to be still just as I was feeling my own end come about.

Was she edging herself, or was she running away from the orgasm?

Either way, I put my feet flat on the bed for extra leverage to fuck her from underneath. Slightly pulling her down onto my body, I tried to aim for whatever strokes she moaned the most to.

Again, she was between keening non-stop and hanging her mouth open in a silent scream. This time, she was not able to stop since I controlled the thrusts.

The velvet sheath that pulled me up to her cervix milked me until all of my own seed was spent. I loosened the grip that I didn’t realise I had on her thighs so strongly and laid her down on the sheets next to me.

We both stared into the ceiling to regain our breaths.

“That was amazing,” I couldn’t help the smile spreading across my face.

“More than I …could dream ….of,” she said barely audibly.

Her breaths slowed until she became so quiet that I looked down at her. She started sleeping so easily.

She looked so cute, I couldn’t help but to chuckle at her cherub sleeping form. Carefully, I drew the blankets over her, fluffed the pillows, and kissed her forehead.

From afar, I heard my phone ringing. If I listen closely, I can tell that it was not in this room and the tune told me that it was my job. I donned my shirt and left the room. Surprisingly, the rest of the house did not have the same medieval feel as the bedroom. It seemed like a regular house.

At the door, I found my underwear and my pants was not much further on the staircase.

The kitchen made it apparent that she did not live alone. The family portrait strewn everyone told me she had multiple siblings and her parents living here.

Just as I came to this realisation, I heard a few voices from somewhere else deep in the house. They were coming towards me.

Not wanting an altercation, I quickly found my phone (that was on a table in the foyer) and dashed out the house.

I dared not look back or use the ride share app until I was already down the street.

In my haste, I forgot to get her name, or even her number.

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Course of Action

Okay, I finally counted. I have exactly 30 drafts (avg 8.5k words each) and 19 ideas listed on a sticky note. 

I’m not good with multitasking of working on multiple things at once so for the rest of this month, I will dedicate my time solely to this blog and post all before June. I promise it won’t be spam!

At least I hope you all don’t see it that way!

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Scatterbrained

Its finally summer break but now I’m so overwhelmed by all of my projects that I want to do. I find myself just staring at the ceiling for most of the day instead of actually doing anything. I need to quickly finish all of these drafts. I would hate for classes to begin again without getting back into writing. 

I need to start keeping up with my schedule more.