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Maintenance Request: Chapter 1

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday (fic is complete!) 18+ (minors DNI) | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 2.4k

summary: Hot Construction Guy is the bane of your existence - he seems to only pop up at the worst possible moment for you, every time you see him.

There’s no way there could be something more there.

Right?

a/n: here we go, folks. this was my 2023 NaNo project. I’ll post a new chapter every Friday. there are 23 chapters and an epilogue. there is eventually quite a bit of smut, but it’s going to take us a little while to get there. see the main post for more info and/or the bottom of this post for a note about the reader. let me know if you want to be on the tag list! chapter tags/warnings: banter, drink mention (coffee), misunderstandings, romcom vibes, academia AU, modern AU, no outbreak AU, no use of y/n, mention of bra

Chapter 1

Wednesday, September 4 Second week of the semester

The day you saw him for the first time, you were running late.

It was almost one of those mornings, when everything that could go wrong did. But it hadn’t quite hit the tipping point just yet. Sure, your coffee maker had sputtered, smoked and heaved its last gasp before dying ignominiously on your counter rather than providing you with any coffee. And yeah, stopping for coffee had almost made you late enough to hit the bad traffic on the bridge. And of course, you were arriving just in time to have to park in one of the annoying spots on the ramp in your parking garage.

But none of that was a real dealbreaker. The day was still salvageable.

You took a deep breath as you turned on your blinker and finally turned onto the street with your garage. This was the homestretch — just a couple of minutes and you’d be parked and walking towards your office, not so late that you wouldn’t have time to finish prepping for your first class. The morning was still salvageable.

To your surprise, though, you turned the corner and saw nothing but red taillights. The entire block leading up to your garage was packed with traffic. You sighed as you joined the long line of cars, all completely stopped in front of you. You strained your neck to see why no one was moving forward and the hint of orange cones you saw near the garage was not encouraging. Even less so was the slow realization that all of the cars in front of you were being directed to pull a U-turn, one-by-one, and head back down the block away from the garage. The drivers of the redirected cars coming towards you looked frustrated, to put it mildly.

As you slowly crept towards the front of the line, you realized the problem was bigger than you thought — it wasn’t just the crowd of people in hard hats, or the cones blocking off the entrance. There was a spout of water reaching into the sky, 30 or 40 feet high, coming from the hydrant right in front of your garage entrance, hidden by the trees lining the sidewalk to either side. You sighed and closed your eyes. It was pretty clear you weren’t getting in there today.

You were definitely going to be late.

The driver in front of you began to pull their U-turn, and you finally saw the man directing this mess. In your mind he slotted right into the stereotype of a construction worker: dark jeans, flannel shirt, and orange reflective vest, topped off with a hard-hat and sunglasses. You barely noticed any of his features otherwise. You took another deep breath as you rolled down your passenger-side window. He didn’t step closer, so you leaned into the passenger seat and tried to make eye contact. He started to motion for you to turn around before you could even open your mouth but you pressed onwards.

“Any chance of getting into the parking garage?” You knew it wasn’t likely, but you had to ask. Leaned uncomfortably over the middle console, your voice came out a little more strained than you intended, so you tried to smile to lighten your tone. It felt more like a grimace. He was already shaking his head before you finished talking.

“S-” his voice came out raspy, and he cleared his throat. You figured he’d probably told at least a hundred people to turn around already this morning. “Sorry, ma’am. There’s an issue with the water line, no one’ll be able to drive through here for the rest of the day, most likely.” His explanation sounded rote, like he’d come to expect a bad reaction. You couldn’t tell if he was even looking at you at all behind his sunglasses.

You closed your eyes and took a long, slow breath. “Do you know where we might be allowed to park, since we can’t get in?” You tried to ease the frustration from your tone — the unexpected geyser wasn’t this guy’s fault, after all.

He nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to the next. “They’re redirectin’ everyone to the South Garage.” He gestured and opened his mouth to say something else, but one of the cars behind you honked before he could.

“Sorry,” you said, leaning back into your seat and starting to turn. “Let me get out of the way.” You didn’t even glance back as you drove away, putting him out of your mind. Of course, it had to be the South Garage, you thought as you somewhat viciously turned on your right blinker at the end of the block. The South Garage was the farthest from your office and would take you about 20 minutes to walk from. Getting sweaty in your work clothes was always terrible, and the idea of it was threatening to turn your already mediocre-at-best morning into one of those mornings after all. And now you were definitely not going to have time to do any work before you had to rush off to teach your first class.

Ugh. You were going to be so late.

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By the time you parked, gathered your bag and your coffee, and hiked all the way back to your building, you were a mess. Sweat was dripping down the small of your back and you knew your hair did not look like it had when you left the house this morning. You tried to remember if you’d replaced your office deodorant when you ran out last month — maybe? Shit. You hoped so.

You crossed the final path on the quad in front of your building, looking left down the sidewalk as you turned right to head towards the steps. You had no excuse, later, for not looking where you were going — just the relief of finally reaching your office clouding your mind and blocking out your surroundings.

At first you could only register two feelings: the sudden impact of running into something firm, and the unpleasant sensation of lukewarm liquid splashing down the front of your body. Without thinking you reached forward and grasped whatever you’d run into to hold yourself steady. You blinked. Looking down, you realized that yes, your coffee, which you had gone out of your way to get after your coffee maker broke despite how late you were, was no longer in the cup. It was all over you, splashed down the front of your white blouse. You blinked again.

Looking up, your eyes traveled across the torso of a very tall man whose (miraculously dry, coffee-free) shirtfront you held bunched in your fist. You took in his dark jeans, flannel shirt, broad shoulders, and scruffy beard, briefly glanced at his tousled brown hair, and finally, met his warm brown eyes. Somewhere distant in the back of your mind you registered that this guy was hot. Like, mind-blowing, turn-your-spine-to-liquid hot. Exactly your type hot.

You opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.

“You alright there, darlin’?” As he asked, he steadied you with a hand on the arm holding your now useless coffee cup. You might have been distracted by the endearment, or even the accent, if you hadn’t recognized his voice. That voice.

In your defense, spilling your coffee all over yourself was the final straw that tipped your morning from mediocre to actually awful. You could feel the heat climb up your spine and rise in your cheeks.

“You!” The word ripped itself from your throat before you consciously thought it. The volume almost made you wince. “Parking garage guy!”

He looked taken aback for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, suppose that’s me.”

Your fist clenched more tightly around his shirt without you consciously noticing. “This is your fault!” If possible, he looked even more taken aback. “Do you know how far away the South Garage is from this building? Do you see the state of my shirt?” Your voice was reaching a pitch that your best friend Beth sometimes referred to as “channeling your mother” and you tried to take a deep breath to rein it in.

The man tilted his head at you and squinted a bit. “I am sorry about your shirt, darlin’. Didn’t mean to run into you, but you came around that corner like a rocket.” On another day you might have found this charming, but today it just added to your ever-growing mountain of small annoyances. It set you off again.

“Oh, so it’s my fault? You’re the one that made me so late I had to basically run to get here!” You took a breath. Ok, you needed to get inside. You really were channeling your mother if you were starting to blame people for things that didn’t even make sense. “Wait. I mean—” You started, planning to try and regain some footing in this conversation, maybe walk that back or even apologize, but he interrupted you.

“Nothing I can do about the water line.” He looked at you, and then looked down at where your hand was still fisted in his shirt. When he met your eyes again he had what could have been a smile but looked to you like a smirk hinting around his mouth. “Can I buy you a new coffee, at least? To make up for it?”

You forced your hand to let go and stepped back from him. Your shirt shifted unpleasantly as it clung to your chest where it was still soaked with coffee. “Um, no. That’s, that’s ok,” you muttered, not sure why he’d want to buy you coffee after you’d just yelled at him on the street. You cleared your throat and opened your mouth again, to say what, you didn’t know, but once more he beat you to it.

“Um,” he started, clearly trying to bite down on a smile and looking very intently into your eyes. Like he was trying not to look elsewhere. “You’ll probably want to change before class, I guess.” You looked down, taking in the damage now that you had put some space in between your bodies, and realized that your white blouse had become absolutely sheer. Right over your bra. Your lace-covered bra.

The noise that came out of you at the realization could have charitably been called a squawk.

Sweaty, coffee-covered, thoroughly done with a day that had barely started, and now flustered because you had basically flashed this man you didn’t know after yelling at him for no reason, you scrambled to cross your arms in front of you. The last, sad bit of your coffee sloshed out of the cup and landed on the sidewalk with a wet slap.

“Well, I— you— ugh. I have to go.” You closed your eyes and sighed before starting to turn away from him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his eyes widen as you turned away, and you thought he might have started to say something, taking a step towards you.

Embarrassed, you didn’t wait around for him to find out what it might have been. You started walking briskly towards the door to your building, already trying to remember if you had a random t-shirt somewhere in your office from some campus event or other. Anything you could wear. Maybe from that Creative Writing Club event last month? As you opened the door, you glanced back at where he’d been, unable to keep yourself from glancing at him one more time. He was standing right where you’d left him, now facing you, clearly watching you go. You took in the shape of him and struggled against the knowledge that this was the hottest man you’d seen in months, maybe years, and you’d just made an utter fool of yourself in front of him.

You met his eyes once more and this time, he did smile at you. You felt your cheeks start to heat again and you tore your gaze away from his. If you were lucky, you’d never see him again, anyway — it didn’t matter how hot he was. He was probably just a contractor. What are the odds he’d even be on campus again, after the water line issue was fixed? You shook it off and started down the hall towards your office. Never mind whatever he was doing outside of your building.

You had a t-shirt to find. And a class to teach.

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you (9:26 AM): [picture of a coffee covered white blouse, flopped on the carpeted floor of your office]

bestie (9:35 AM): shit (9:35 AM): wtf happened to you

you (10:32 AM): I ran into, and I mean LITERALLY ran into, the hottest man I’ve ever seen and spilled my coffee EVERYWHERE

bestie (10:33 AM): 😭💀 (10:33 AM): did you get a pic

you (10:35 AM): of the guy??? (10:35 AM): no I did not ask the random hot man who witnessed me pour coffee on my shirt if I could take his picture

bestie (10:36 AM): ok but how hot was he for real

you (10:38 AM): 😵‍💫 he was exactly my type, Beth (10:38 AM): like, could not have imagined him better myself (10:39 AM): he had a BEARD and an ACCENT and SHOULDERS

bestie (10:40 AM): shit (10:40 AM): I mean how bad could it have been, really

you (10:41 AM): my shirt was completely TRANSPARENT (10:41 AM): he could see my BRA (10:42 AM): and I yelled at him that it was his fault in that tone, you know the one

bestie (10:43 AM): 😬 you didn’t

you (10:43 AM): I did 😫

bestie (10:44 AM): ok well what did he do

you (10:44 AM): he offered to replace my coffee and I ran away

bestie (10:45 AM): 🤦🏽‍♀️

you (10:45 AM): shut up ok I know (10:46 AM): he pointed out my shirt ~issue~ and I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life ok

bestie (10:47 AM): well if you see him again don’t yell at him next time

you (10:48 AM): I don’t think I will I think he’s just some construction guy. I don’t know if he works here (10:48 AM): and anyway if I see him again I’m running the other way and hiding

bestie (10:49 AM): sure (10:49 AM): I totally believe that next time you see Hot Construction Guy you’ll run away (10:49 AM): absolutely

you (10:51 AM): shut up

…

You sent the same picture of your sad blouse to Ellie and she just replied with a laughing emoji, five skull emojis, a coffee emoji, and a thumbs down. You smiled and headed out the door to your class.

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a/n: see you next Friday for chapter 2! update: I changed the formatting for the texts, I think it reads better? prev | next

note about reader: in this fic you’re a college professor, vaguely of English literature and poetry. You like live music, you like to read, and Ellie is your niece. You have a best friend named Beth, a sister who is having a rough time, and a difficult mother. I’ve avoided physical descriptions and most clothing descriptions, except when plot-relevant. You are vaguely shorter than Joel. No age is specified, but I imagined 36-year-old Joel here (and 14-year-old Sarah), and most English PhDs wouldn’t get to this type of position until they were 28 or 29 at the earliest, even if they went to grad school right out of undergrad. So you can imagine reader any age from there to mid-30s, or whatever you want, really.

hope you're ready for a long fic! we're at 80k and i'm finishing the edits on the rest.

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euphoricfilter · 2 years

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can u write bully ☺️

“𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧”:

pairing: bully! kim taehyung x stalker-ish f! reader

genre: strangers to ??? || smut || non-idol au

summary: taehyung was probably the prettiest man you knew, though you were a little too shy to approach him first. however, it seems you may have caught taehyung’s eye, and his obsession with you may rival your own for him.

word count: 3k

tags/ warnings: self-depreciation, jealousy, stalker behavior, humiliation but reader kinda has a humiliation kink so it’s fine, kind of tsundere taehyung, dom! taehyung, sub! reader, sir kink, spitting in mouth, dub-con, exhibitionalism, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (this is fiction don’t be stupid), dumbification/ degradation manhandling, creampie, cum play, briefly mentioned nipple play, they do other stuff in public that i would gauge my eyes out if i ever saw, luckily this isn’t real

notes: not so much bully, more mean dom taehyung who won’t admit he likes our dear reader but he’s also kind of an ass. if anyone you like treats you like this then run please :’)

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Kim Taehyung was the prettiest man you knew.

You’d been working at the quaint little coffee shop for a couple of years, Taehyung joining only months after you had. Many shifts shared together, evenings spent in each other’s silent company before one of you would lock up for the night.

Taehyung was perfect. A god amongst humans. Sculpted by the heavens’ best artist to make sure that every crevice of his body was beyond ordinary human beauty. He was a vibrant rose that had bloomed on a dead bush. A fleck of vibrant paint on an otherwise white canvas.

You think Taehyung was more the moon rather than the sun, a little too ominous, and all too mysterious for him to be the sun. His aura more the night sky than the day where grey clouds could cover his beauty, where little specks of stardust surround him like a halo wherever he walks.

Your favorite thing about Taehyung was his hands. How elegant they were. How they held the handle of a mug as he brewed a coffee, how his lithe fingers sweep his bangs from his eyes as he steams milk; how those same pretty fingers wrap around your throat when he gets mad. Or his hot touch after his hand collides with your cheek. Painting them to match the pink evening sky.

It had started out as an innocent crush. The new barista who had the attention of man and woman alike, both customer and employee of the cafe.

It had started with you stealing short glances in his direction. Watching as he wiped down tables, and smiled at girls whose figures were better than your own. Smiles that you wished were pointed in your direction. But you suppose pretty men went for pretty people, and maybe you just weren’t perfect enough for Taehyung.

That was okay, though. Because you were more content watching him.

Shy glances had morphed into daydreams. Daydreams fueled by longing, your eyes following his every move as he danced around the cafe, so in tune with his body that he never bumped into a table. Not like you, a little clumsy and too careless. Never elegant, never perfect.

Daydreams moulded into curiosity. Where does he live? Go to school? His friends? You wanted to know it all. Your free afternoons were spent slipping in and out of shadows, making sure that Taehyung had gotten home safely, wondering why a few too many girls touched over his shoulders, delicate fingers trailing down his chest when he’d meet them at pc cafes before he’d walk to campus for his evening lectures. Why it always seemed to be a polite smile in their direction, never anything else.

He was a good man, never leading anyone on. Genuine in his conversation, interest in someone else’s life never fake.

You’d gotten good at knowing his schedule. Your pitiful little heart pattering against your rib cage when your cafe’s new rota would be hung up on the wall; evenings now spent together between making coffee and wiping tables. Though you never dared utter a word to him, happier being a name to face rather than an acquaintance where you’d have to keep up conversation. How were you meant to think when all you could think about was him?

Over time you had started to get a little careless, peeking through gaps in doors and stumbling into little shops behind him before his long legs would pull him away from you. Figure morphing into the darkness of an alleyway, a new way home that you hadn’t seen him take before.

“What do you want?” Taehyung says, eyes still trained on his phone as he sits at the dingy little table in the cafe’s break-room, and you swallow thickly. His deep voice shaking your heart.

You say nothing, thinking there was no way he could talking to you. Maybe someone on his phone; his tone nothing like the angelic Taehyung that you’d known, watched for months now.

“I asked what you wanted” he drops his phone to the table, gaze turning towards the door where you hide.

You take a look behind you, stumbling forwards when the door is yanked open, your cheeks smacking against a hard chest.

Your breath hitches, eyes squeezing shut momentarily as you feel Taehyung’s chest rumble, was he laughing at you?

“I asked—” he pushes your head from his chest, causing you to stumble backwards, “—what the fuck you wanted” he sneers.

You peer up at him through your lashes, eyes wide as your mouth falls open. “Coffee” you squeak, “Do you want coffee?”

He tilts his head, corner of his lips tugging up into an unamused smile, “Fuck off” he grabs the door before slamming it closed.

You let out a shuddering breath, hand coming to press over your heart.

Maybe he was having a bad day.

You didn’t let that ruin your mood, because for the first time since meeting him; you just had a conversation with Kim Taehyung.

Your lips curl up into a smile, small skip in your step as wander back out front of the cafe to help your friend serve a few more customers.

Your second mistake, was the day you and Taehyung were left in the cafe alone.

The sun had slipped behind a few of the high rise buildings, the sky coated in an orangey hue. The smell of freshly brewed coffee permeating the air.

The small cafe was empty par from a few high school kids who had homework to catch up on, and not enough caffeine to aide them in overdue assignments.

“I’m going on break” Taehyung had called over to you, waving you off when you opened your mouth to ask why.

You shut it, simply nodding. If he needed rest then who were you to stop him?

You stare at the door, backs of your legs starting to ache as you lean on the counter, hoping that maybe someone would come and occupy you, even if it were only for a few minutes.

“Y/n!”

And that had you scrambling to the break room, eyes wide with worry as you teeter to a stop before him.

“Is something the matter?” you stare down at Taehyung, who only hums in reply.

“Make me a drink”

“Oh, okay” you nod, biting your bottom lip as you scamper back to the front where you get started on his coffee.

You’d seen him order a flat white while out with friends on more than a few occasions, so you guess he must like those.

“What’s this?” he peers into the cup.

“A flat white” you whisper, fingers fiddling with the pocket of your apron.

He crooks two fingers, motioning for you to bend down to his level. You do so, eyebrows furrowing a little in confusion.

You think you hear it before you feel it, his palm coming in harsh contact with you right cheek.

Tears gather on your waterline, prickly, needle like pain dusting your cheek in red. You have no time to recover before Taehyung grabs your face, nails digging into each cheek as he pulls your face closer to his own.

“You little freak, you really have been following me around, haven’t you?” he laughs, though he didn’t seem all that amused, “I only drink black coffee”

You shake your head, wincing when he digs his finger into your skin harder. And you may have been worried about bleeding if you weren’t so scared of what words were to fall off his tongue like venom.

“Fucking liar” he spits, shoving your face away, quick, like your touch had burnt him.

You take a few steps back, fingers skimming across your cheeks as you stare down at him.

“On your knees” he picks his phone up.

“Huh?” you manage to squeak.

“Are you stupid?”

You shake your head, eyes flitting between his own. Wondering if maybe he was just trying to play a mean joke on you.

“On your knees then”

You do so, dropping to your knees, “Come closer” he motions with his head.

You go to push yourself to stand, only for Taehyung to push at your chest with his foot, “pets crawl”

You nod, head hanging low as your hands touch the floor, humiliated as you sit on your heels beside Taehyung’s chair.

He grabs the back of your hair, yanking your head up so your looking at him. “Open”

Your mouth falls open.

Taehyung picks up the scalding cup of coffee, sadistic smile tugging at his lips as he pours the hot liquid into your mouth, uncaring as it spills over your uniform, staining your clothes; streaking your skin red.

You splutter, pulling away from his tight hold on you, coughing as you wipe around your mouth. Pearly tears mingling with the coffee on your face as you heave a large breath.

“What do we say when sir gives you something?” he asks, condescending.

You snivel, peering up at Taehyung through wet lashes, he frowns down at you. “What do we fucking say?”

“Thank you” you hiccup.

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, sir”

“Good girl” he turns back to his phone.

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“Stop squirming” Taehyung grunts, tugging your hair so your head lays on his thigh.

You think your knees must red with how long you’d been kneeling on the wooden floor, though you think your cheeks must be 10 shades darker as you stay kneeled beside Taehyung as he works on an assignment in the library.

And you can only thank your lucky stars you and Taehyung were the only two sat so far back in the corner where no one could stumble across the two of you. The humiliation of being found, sat at Taehyung’s feet like some sort of pet, sending a lick of arousal down your spine to your pulsating cunt.

Goosebumps prickle at your skin when he cards his fingers through your hair, your arms twitching where you have them held behind your back; per Taehyung’s request.

You feel him tug your head towards his crotch, your lips skimming the fabric of his sweats, grey cotton doing nothing to hide what he has to offer underneath. You grab onto his thigh, delicate fingers digging into the muscle as he pushes your head so your nose brushes over his steadily growing erection.

“What would you do if I made you suck my cock right now?” he asks, humming when your lick your lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Anything to please me, right?”

You nod, thighs clenching at the thought of his thick cock in your mouth, you wonder what he would sound like, how rough he’d make you take it. You feel a dribble of arousal leak into your cotton panties, slick fabric brushing against your clit as you squirm in place.

A pitiful whine tumbling from your lips when Taehyung shoves your head away from his crotch.

“Fucking disgusting” he utters, “Do you think you deserve my cock after everything you’ve done? Stupid girl, following me home, watching me and friends. You’re fucking gross, you know that?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry” tears dribble down your cheeks.

And Taehyung feels his cock twitch at the sight of your blotchy face.

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The first time Taehyung takes you to his apartment, you feel your heart swell. How kind he must be if he were to let you have a look into his private life, paintings you assume to be his own hung on the walls, pictures with his parents and vinyl records displayed in book cases from artists you had never heard of.

“On the floor, pet” he reminds you after you’d slipped your shoes from your feet.

You follow, rewarded with a gentle smile from Taehyung, the pretty one he seems to give everyone else but you, until you’re on you’re knees, sat waiting for his next command as you watch him wander into the kitchen. Bag of take-out placed on the table as he takes a seat.

You scamper after him, palms growing redder as you crawl. Making sure to sit beside his chair.

He places a box of chicken in front of you, saying nothing as he rummages through his own dinner.

You make no move to eat, not at all hungry as you’d stolen a few too many sweets from cafe earlier during your shift.

“Eat” Taehyung tells you, nudging your thigh with his socked foot.

“Not hungry” you whisper, Taehyung grunting at that.

“Should still eat something” he bends down, picking up a piece of chicken, “open”

You do as told, watching Taehyung’s face as he feeds you. Hand on your jaw as you chew, thumb tugging your mouth open after you swallow.

“Manners, doll”

“Thank you, sir” you muffle around his fingers as he shoves them a little further into your mouth.

You find yourself sat by Taehyung’s feet a lot after that day.

While he works on assignments. While you work on assignments. While he plays video games, he chucks a cushion in the floor for you to sit on. While he cooks in the kitchen, the simple term “open” seeming to be his favorite.

Open. His fingers are in your mouth. Seeing how far they’ll go before you gag. Humming when you looking up at him through your lashes. Bonus points if you start to cry.

Open. And then there’s food in your mouth. Chewing under his watchful eye before he makes you eat more. Cocky little smirk on his face when you push his hand away. Only to be thrown over his thighs so he can spank your ass red raw for refusing him.

Open. He spits in your mouth, telling you to swallow before giving you a smile as your reward. Meanly tugging at your puffy nipples from where he’d played with them earlier on.

Open. And your mouthing at his cock, some days hard, maybe flaccid but you feel it grow under your lips as he presses your face into his crotch. Never letting you touch, never letting you taste. Only teasing you with what you could have his Taehyung was a little kinder and didn’t thrive off the desperation in your eyes when he makes you kiss his aching erection through his pants.

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Taehyung watches as you smile at a customer, a boy your age he supposes, if the pile of books were any indication that he was also a college student. Cheeks round and youthful in a way Taehyung grew out of in his mid teens.

His jaw tightens when that same boy leans against the counter, the cafe an hour from closing; not many people on the streets as the moon makes its appearance. The three of you the only ones left in the coffee shop.

Taehyung wonders if you like the attention. You must do, sweet little smile being directed at a puny college boy that looked like he didn’t know how to please a woman. He looked as though he needed a true woman to please him, to step on his pathetic little cock for him to cum. If only he knew you couldn’t give him that, too reliant on Taehyung for your own pleasure, letting him control you like his own little puppet, your pleasure now his.

He’s sure if he’d finally get his hands on you, all you’d know was his name. But he supposes that wouldn’t be too hard. Your pretty little head always seemed to be filled with thoughts of him.

He wasn’t stupid, far from it. You weren’t all that secret with your cute little crush either. Obvious with your steady growing obsession with him and Taehyung couldn't get enough of it. So much power over someone so consumed with his entire being.

But he liked you that way. He liked the way you listened, not questioning him when he tells you to do something. Not like a few other girls he’d tried to get with, they all held themselves too high to let him humiliate them a little. Too consumed with themselves to heed to his every demand.

But you. A little stupid, but Taehyung couldn’t get enough. Addicted to the way you followed him, a cute little puppy that he’s just starting to have fun with. A cute little puppy who would do anything for his validation and love.

His fingers tap against the table. Your new little admirer having no shame as he tries to get a peek up your skirt as you reach for one of the mugs on the top shelf.

“Y/n” Taehyung drawls, covering his smile with his hand when your attention is fully on him. No longer bothered with the college boy, who seems to wander off to a table as you ignore his blatant attempts at flirting with you.

“Yes?” you ask from behind the counter.

“Coffee”

You scamper off into the back room, Taehyung not bothered with what you were doing, just as long as you weren’t entertaining any one else.

He watches the boy peer up from his phone every so often, gaze trailing after you as you start making Taehyung his drink.

“What’s this?” he motions to the mug when you gently place it on the table, little yellow stars painted over a deep purple sky.

“I bought you a different mug, I thought it was prettier than the cafe’s ones” you rock back and forth, not daring to look at Taehyung’s reaction. Only hoping he liked it, because you thought of him when you’d seen it in the shop window.

“Is that so?” he muses, “Go back now” he motions towards the counter.

You nod, “okay”

Your little college admirer stays until closing, never seeming to work up the courage to ask for your number. That, or he catches Taehyung’s glare each time he dared open his mouth to talk to you.

“Did you like it?” Taehyung stalks towards the counter, eyes narrowing at you as you wipe down one last mug of the day before you close up the shop.

“Pardon?” you blink up at Taehyung, something about the innocent look on your face pissing him off.

“Did you enjoy whoring yourself out to some sad little college boy?” he sneers and you carefully hang the mug back up.

“I wasn’t—“ you shut your mouth at the look on Taehyung’s face. His eyebrows narrowed, gaze scrutinizing you.

His grip is harsh as he grabs your wrists, your hip slamming into the table as he grabs under your arms, lifting you to his side of the counter.

You let out a small squeak, unsteady as he drops you on your feet. Uncaring as he spins you around, pushing you to bend over the counter by your shoulders.

You turn your head to look at Taehyung, a choked groan slipping off your tongue when he pushes your head to the table, cool marble numbing your cheek as you feel him push his pelvis against your ass.

You feel his steadily growing erection rub against your covered core, slick gathering up at your entrance as you start to fantasize what he’ll do now that he’s got you where he wants.

You stay bent over the counter when he flips your work skirt up over your ass, cute pink panties darkened where your arousal seeps into the fabric.

Taehyung run a finger over your covered slit, rubbing over your clit as more slick dribbles out of your hole.

“Fucking soaked. All for me, yeah? You disgusting little girl”

“Please, Taehyung” you whine, thighs clenching around his hand as he continues to rub your weeping pussy over your panties.

“What did you call me?” he sneers, pulling your underwear between your ass cheeks. Delicious friction against your clit sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You expect the slap when it comes, ambrosian pain prickling up your spine, Taehyung’s hand painted red on your skin as he brings his hand down for another harsh slap to your right ass cheek.

“Sorry, sir” you whimper, saline tears cascading down your cheeks like little pearls.

Taehyung unbuttons his work pants, pulling them down along with his boxers until they pool around his ankles. He pushes your panties to the side, running the head of his hard cock through your slit to gather your slick, hand running over his shaft to lube it up with your juices.

Your thighs clench as the head of his cock nudges your clit, Taehyung’s head tipping back as your thighs squeeze around his length.

He kicks your legs apart, hand flat on your back as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

Your mouth falls open as his thick cock head pushes into your entrance, leaving you no time to adjust to his length, he pushes all the way in before pulling back, so close to slipping out of you.

Taehyung’s eyes close, snapping his hips forwards so his thighs smack the back of your own.

A staccato of ‘ah ah ahs’ tumble out your mouth as he continues his onslaught of thrusts, starting to pick up the pace.

“You like that?” he grunts, “who do you belong to?”

His fingers dig into the meat of your hips, little crescent moons marked into your skin to match what hangs in the sky, your only witness as Taehyung fucks you like no one had ever before.

“You” you whimper, “only you”

“That’s my girl”

Taehyung pushes you up the counter, angle of his hips changing so his cock touches that little spot inside of you that causes stars to flicker behind your eye lids. Wet slap of Taehyung’s cock ramming into your sodden cunt borderline pornographic to match your moans.

Taehyung bends over your body, chest meeting your back as he rolls his hips. Rutting into your core as deep as he could go.

Your fingers hold onto the end of the counter, Taehyung’s thrusts so hard they start to push you up the cold surface.

“Open up, baby” he grunts, breath fanning against your ear. Your mouth falls open, whimper tumbling off your lips when he shoves two fingers into your mouth, “suck”

Your tongue dips between his fingers, sucking like you would his cock if he would let you. Your walls clenching around him at the thought of having his precum coat your tongue, how your lips would pull taught at his girth, cockhead nudging the back of your throat as you try to swallow him.

“You’re so fucking tight” he groans, feeling your walls pulsate around his length.

He pull his saliva slick fingers out your mouth, trailing down your body to flick your clit.

“Cum for me, doll” he grunts, cock twitching as your walls clench around his length. Your eyes squeezing shut as you tip over the edge, orgasm wracking through your body as your thighs shake, cum oozing from your hole, lewd squelch as Taehyung continues to snap his hips upwards.

Tears fall down your cheeks, Taehyung’s hand coming to cover your mouth as his thrusts become languid.

“Shut up, people outside might hear you. You stupid girl” he pulls your hair, lifting your head from the counter.

“Inside me. Please cum inside me” you cry, uncaring of the sounds that drip from your tongue, breath shuddery as Taehyung slams his cock as far into you as he can before he paints your walls white.

You feel his cum fill you, the grip you had on the counter loosening as Taehyung continues to thrusts into you, cock slowly softening.

“Too much. Too much” you cry, thighs twitching as his fingers continue to rub tight circles on your sensitive clit.

“Don’t care” he pushes in once more before pulling out.

Your muscles relax, flopping over the counter as Taehyung bends down behind you.

“Push my cum out” he pulls your lips apart, watching as your hole clenches around nothing.

He groans as his seed slips out of you, two of his fingers pushing it back into your sloppy cunt.

His fingers thrust into your hole, hand landing a slap to the back of your thigh when you go to close your legs.

“Good girl” he croons, pulling your panties over your soiled pussy. “open”

Your lips part, tongue rolling out of your mouth as Taehyung lathers it up with a mixture of both of your cum, content smile on his face as he pulls you off the counter, arm around your shoulder as he walks the both of you to the door, ready to close up for the night.

Uncaring of the cum that drips down your thighs in thick rivulets. At least you know you’re his.

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader #bts fic #bts x reader #bts yandere #bts au #bts requests #taehyung fic #taehyung x y/n #bts

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hisui-dreamer · 9 months

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warming up to you

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?

Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit

Word count: 1k+

Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia

to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)

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lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house

so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek

you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular

maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person

the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head

"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"

you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no

he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him

relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search

you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"

fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper

hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms

so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver

you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly

of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase

but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name

the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere

he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"

ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai

you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"

but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely

??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai

so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)

after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life

popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day

asking you to come over to the light music club after school

you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls

but then one day, he came up to you with a request

"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"

see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"

but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook

see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds

so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls

usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him

but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree

on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen

and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook

"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."

Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...

you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics

but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...

"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.

But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.

"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.

Thump. Thump.

In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.

"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"

Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.

He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"

thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt

it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it

you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out

only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before

maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)

"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.

He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.

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if you liked this post, don't forget to reblog!

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ncteez · 2 years

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Subtle (n.j)

❝ Your boyfriend does a lot of things right. He studies hard, wakes up on time, never forgets your birthday, and likes all the same snacks as you. On the outside, everyone notices how sweet he is as your other half but your parents would probably forbid you from seeing him if they knew what went on behind locked doors.❞

m.list | ao3 | minors dni! if you read it, reblog it.

requested by @zenlzen

wordcount ― 10.9k

pairing ― jaemin x fem reader

content ― summer vacation au, established relationship, college setting, fluff, smut

note ― first of all, lets give a round of applause to @rainyjeno for stepping up to become my main beta, now i no longer have to release fics full of typos ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) this ended up more dirty than i was anticipating so….ur welcome.

smut tags under cut::

smut tags ― softdomleaning!jaemin, he loses himself a lot,heavy emphasis on him loving your boobs, he has a lace kink and/or is really into the feeling of it against his cock, titty fucking, panty fucking, panty stuffing(orally in a quick jerk off session), grinding, nipple play, nipple abuse lmao, lots and lots of praise, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), deep throating, overstimulation, use of pet names like “my baby”, “pretty girl”, and “sweetheart”, some crying, eye contact, choking/suffocation (from cock), he feeds u cum for a second post-sex.

The sun was hot against your skin and far more inviting than the five days of rainstorms prior to this. Jaemin had texted you a screenshot of the weather all five of those gloomy days, counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds it would be for you to join him at the lake with your shared friend group. The semester was finally over and the happiness you’d both felt about the new summer freedom and near-perfect grade point averages weren’t dampened by the rain. You were ready to let loose, Jaemin was ready to let loose, and the sun was on your side today.

After being with Jaemin for over a year and a half, you’d also figure that the sly eyes and mocking would stop. Sure, during the first few weeks of the relationship the group of friends would get a laugh at how disgusting the two of you were together—always holding hands, celebrating your anniversary by the month, and giving each other little gifts and love notes. On the outside, it looks like the two of you were shy, reserved even.

Jaemin never made a point to do intimate things where people could see outside of a small kiss here or there, maybe some hand-holding. He didn’t mind the mocking too much though. In a way, it’s kind of funny how even the closest of his friends have no idea how different he is when the room is veiled by moonlight.

Looking up to the sky, you take note of the way the clouds are far more capable than just appearing pretty and soft, lazing by and shading your group of friends for only a moment. The rain before this day proves as much. You think sometimes, Jaemin is similar to those clouds. Comfortable, soft, pretty, but the second they get the chance, they’re pouring down and soaking you thoroughly.

“I’m gonna go swim–” You sigh out, looking at half of the group of friends already in the water, practically taking turns to throw each other.

Jaemin was there, sitting across from you with his knee resting on your leg. He smiles at you, nodding his head towards the water as if to tell you to go ahead. You assume he will follow when he’s ready, you can tell he’s soaking in the rays and enjoying himself on the posh grass.

With a small clap, you hop up to take off your t-shirt, or his rather large t-shirt. You were always thankful he bought lounge wear far too big for both himself and you, it makes clothes easily shared without the fear of stretching them out. Plus he enjoyed the way it would fall against your thighs and enjoyed it, even more, when he got to see you take the shirt off.

Standing there, you already feel Jaemin’s eyes on you, scanning the skin he had barely gotten to touch the way he truly wanted. Part of him thinks that you may be similar to his friends in assuming how he is in bed, despite experiencing it yourself. With both of you having packed schedules during the semester, you living with your parents to save money, and him living in a tiny college dorm with a very nosy roommate. He really can’t stand that he hasn’t been able to go all out. Neither of you can ever be loud. He constantly has to hold back to avoid getting walked in on, and while you can kind of see that he holds out nine times out of ten, you still think he’s given you the best and possibly wildest sex you’ve ever had. So it’s not like you’re complaining.

You make a point to stand there for a little longer, looking pretty for your boyfriend before rushing off to the lake so you can join in on the fun. His eyes never leave your body, zoning in on your chest and the way your nipples perk up at the summer breeze. Jaemin watches until you’ve gotten to the shoreline of the lake, and only pulls his eyes away from you when he realizes that his roommate is literally doing the exact same thing.

“Eyes to yourself.” Jaemin narrows his eyes and pinches his friend on the arm.

Jeno jumps from the sudden pinch, staring at Jaemin with raised eyebrows. He hadn’t even noticed he was staring, but to be fair, he simply followed Jaemin’s line of sight to see what the fuck got him looking so flustered. It isn’t his fault he hasn’t gotten laid in like two months, and it isn’t his fault that Jaemin’s girlfriend has nice tits.

“Jaem, this is the first time I’ve seen you stare at her like that.” Jeno shrugs, because Jaemin is aware that he’s thirsty for women and could probably never get a shot at you anyway. “You guys still haven’t fucked yet, or?”

Jeno thinks it’s kind of a waste. He knows the two of you have been dating for over a year now and never once has his friend shared the thrill of his sex life. Never once has he brought you back to their shared dorm to spend the night, outside of studying or grabbing something to borrow. Never once has he ever looked at you so openly in public like that. Jeno thinks that maybe his conservative friend is ready to take the next step with you.

Jaemin, however, is internally laughing. Not only have the two of you had sex, but you’ve had a lot of it. That considered, he knows there’s still a new side of him you haven’t seen in full, and there are still sides of you that he hasn’t experienced yet. Again, the lack of privacy kind of keeps the two of you fairly vanilla despite it being some of the best sex you’ve experienced, and believe him when he says he has tried to do more. He has tried to make time where the two of you could be alone, but it always gets fucked up. Someone is always there.

“You think we haven’t had sex?” Jaemin asks, leaning back and using his arms to hold his weight. He feels the sun against his face and squints over at Jeno. “Seriously?” He adds with a quirk of his brow.

“Come on, you swear you guys have a sex life, but I literally just don’t see it.” Jeno laughs, copying Jaemin’s stance and feeling the sun against his own skin.

In Jeno’s defense, Jaemin holds such softness with you that he genuinely can barely imagine his own roommate having sex at this point. He didn’t even grope you before you ran off to have fun in the lake. He never gropes or touches. If anything, the two of you must be the most normal in bed. Boring as all hell.

“That’s the point. We don’t exactly need you to be aware of what we do.” Jaemin rolls his eyes.

He does grow tired from time to time of his friends poking and prodding his sex life, mostly because he hates that even though he tries to keep it under wraps, the lack of sex they assume he has always becomes a point of conversation. Still, at times it’s just funny to Jaemin. It makes him feel like he’s truly giving you something special. Like no one knows or gets to know unless it’s you. Honestly, he can’t help being a private person.

“Jaemin, I’m going to say this in the most respectful way possible–” Jeno starts, eyes trailing to you shoving Renjun’s head under water twenty feet away. “But like, if I had a girlfriend like that you would definitely know what goes on.”

“Too bad you don’t have a girlfriend like that, huh?” Jaemin immediately fires back, eyes also trailing to you.

Jaemin has a plan. One that didn’t involve the obnoxious group of friends, family, parents, strangers, or anyone besides the two of you. He started saving up after a few months of your relationship starting, simply because having no privacy was already unbearable by that point. It has taken him up until now to save enough, and he smiles brightly when he inserts his card information and receives his confirmation email.

A small and dainty little house that fit within his budget right on the beach. The house comes with beautiful views, tons of amenities, and most of all, some fucking privacy.

His mind is running a mile a minute by the time he prints off the confirmation to give to you as a gift. Thoughts of loving you without eyes and ears surrounding the room. Thoughts of being in a home that the two of you can call your own for four days, almost sending him into a daydream of marrying you and starting a tiny family there.

Just you, him, the beach, and whatever flat surface inside of those walls he can prop and hold you against. His excitement is huge and by the time he makes it to your house, he feels like his heart is going to jump from his chest.

“Jaemin!” Your mom calls out, fond of your boyfriend and the way he has never done a single disrespectful or inappropriate thing in front of her.

A little frustrated that she always greets him first, you peek from behind your mother at the door. Jaemin’s eyes go from your mother’s to yours, his smile changing slightly in a way that shows you he has a specific smile reserved for certain people. You smile back, gently stepping in front of your mother to grab his hand.

You thought it would just be another night with your boyfriend. One where you both share dinner with your parents. Jaemin being his normal self with his praise towards your mother involving her homemade dinners and man-talk with your father about some sports games that you know Jaemin could give less of a shit about. Yeah, another normal night where you’d both head off to bed because your parents trust him, and they trust you. A normal night where you’d both have to avoid the bed because suddenly, a month ago, the hinges began to creak and now you have to do it on the floor.

It wasn’t a normal night though, because, by the time you closed your bedroom door, Jaemin just stares at you with a shit-eating grin that slowly fell into a smirk as he held out a piece of paper to you. Curious, you take a step forward and grab the sheet of paper, flipping it over so that you can read it.

Confirmation # XXXXXXXX Congratulations, you’ve successfully booked “Summer Dreams Honeymoon Getaway” for May 31st to June 3rd!

You read the paper, look at him, then back at the paper. “Wait–” You say, lips upturning.

Jaemin is still smiling, looking to the ground for a moment a bit flustered because he knew you would be happy, and his favorite thing to do is make you happy.

“Just the two of us?” You ask excitedly, pulling out your phone because suddenly you’ve forgotten what day it is, you realize that you leave with him two days from now.

“Yeah,” Jaemin beams. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while actually–”

He doesn’t have to say much more before you’re throwing yourself at him, peppering his face with sweet and gentle kisses. You’re so overwhelmed by the act of kindness that you’d almost forgotten how miserable it is to not have any means of privacy with your boyfriend. You’d grown so used to it that you figured it would always have to be like this, and you were willing to accept it if it meant keeping him by your side.

He’s shown his need for you, his need for privacy with you, his need to be free and spend time with you untainted by someone else’s energy, and truly, what a stupidly perfect boyfriend.

“Should we go shopping tomorrow?” Jaemin asks, pulling back from your assault of kisses on his face, hands holding you close by the waist.

All you do is nod, though you both have swimsuits and anything you could possibly need for this trip. A shopping trip wouldn’t hurt.

He’s taking you all over town. Grabbing this, and that, and some other things just in case. By the time the two of you stop for lunch, he seems to have grown a bit bashful.

“So–” He says timidly, watching you take a sip of your drink. “There’s another place I want to go but I don’t want it to make things weird.”

“Make things weird?” You ask immediately.

Jaemin has held back a lot. Taking you to a store like this would be a first for him for any girlfriend. Being in a public place, openly purchasing such things makes him feel a little too seen, but he wants to do it. Plus, due to his holding back, he’s almost starting to feel like he doesn’t care. He’s already been seen openly checking you out, he’s struggled with the schedules preventing him from touching you. The fact that you have some sort of idea of what he’s really like in bed, and now the two of you finally get to experience it? Honestly, his cock is driving this specific decision. He’s not ashamed.

“Yeah, um–” He looks down at his food and twists his fork around a bit before whispering something to you.

“Oh, that’s all?” You look at him, heat flowing across your cheeks.

You’re into it. He’s told you before that he wanted to see you in such things and that he wanted to do more. Of course, you believed him, but it’s not like he’s gotten the chance to actually do it. Even this store he’s planning to take you to, it’s not anything to be shy about. You were thinking he was about to take you to a full-on sex shop, which you’d still be into going.

You always wanted more too though and you’ve silently asked for more. He gave you what he could without being caught in the act, and now you realize that this trip will ruin you by the time you return home. Whatever you do there, you won't be able to do at home and that pisses you off to no end.

Nodding to him, he smiles.

“Knew you’d wanna go.” He glows when he says it, feeling like you’re truly the perfect match for him

The dainty white lace sat against your skin comfortably as you stared at the set in the mirror. This was what he liked the most in the store, despite the hundreds of other colors, fabrics, and sets you had considered. Part of you doesn’t want to take it off and you’re feeling a little on top of the world looking the way you do right now. You wish Jaemin hadn’t gone home, but to be fair the two of you leave together tomorrow and he needed to pack as well. He was going to be back at your front door in less than 12 hours to start the trip over to the beach house, and you didn’t intend to take this lace lingerie set off until Jaemin did it himself.

His eyes made promises all throughout that shopping date and you picked up on it, you focused on his eyes and the way you could tell he was envisioning what you’d look like in each of the lingerie sets the two of you considered. You saw those same eyes light up at the most basic set, but you didn’t question it. You’re glad you didn’t because now that it’s against your skin you realize how perfect it truly is.

You have so many cute matching pairs of bras and panties, but nothing this soft and delicate, nothing this expensive. You’re not taking it off until Jaemin does it himself, you’re really not.

Your boyfriend looked groggy as you opened the front door with your bags in your hands, and of course, your mother offered him something to eat before heading out. He obliged, causing you to lay your bags down and follow them into the kitchen. In all fairness, he probably agreed so she didn’t suspect that he’s definitely taking you away for several days to fuck the senses out of you.

You, on the other hand, were wide awake, lace sitting hidden under your clothes and skin feeling as if it is in a state of constant prickling. You want to leave now. You want to be alone with him now. Your mood gets to you quickly by the time your mother is wandering around the kitchen gathering things to make. Staring at Jaemin’s hands, looking at his sleepy face– you would let him throw you on the table right now if it weren’t for the fact that your mother would be incredibly disrespected by it. Time to flaunt, you guess, to at least wake him up a little.

Does he know you’re wearing the set? Is that why his groggy and sleepy eyes widened when you purposely dropped that hand towel and picked it back up, making sure he can see up your skirt while your mother was across the room looking for the perfect tea to serve for breakfast?

Surely he saw because now he’s wide awake and frantically looking between you and your mother, internally fighting himself to keep that energy of being the soft puppy dog boyfriend. His energy stays the same on the outside, but you see the flash in his eyes, looking you up and down and only just now processing that once breakfast is over with, he has you all to himself. He doesn’t have to hope you bend over for him again behind prying eyes, he could easily just slip a hand up your skirt and feel the pretty lace there as soon as he gets you out of the door.

God, you’re getting to him. His composure continuously falters and makes him look like the virgin everyone assumes he must be. All he can think about is that in just a few hours the two of you won’t be locked in a space with parents or friends. You’ll be able to fill the silence of a room with whatever sounds you want– and he knows exactly what sounds he wants to hear from you.

By the time your mother sets down a simple, last-minute breakfast in front of the two of you, Jaemin feels stupidly hard in his casual attire at the anticipation of this trip. He’s shifting his legs under the table, willing his thoughts to leave the expanse of skin under your skirt, he’s forcing himself to talk sweetly to your mother as if he doesn’t want to shove his entire length down your throat right here, right now.

His thoughts won't calm, nor does his cock, and the breakfast tastes incredibly bland because he’s eating it so quickly that he literally tastes nothing, all so he can hop up and run out the door with your bags without so much as a “see ya later!” to your mother.

“Oh, I want to use my favorite cup, actually.” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, making the breakfast last as long as you can because you can see him struggle beside you. He looks at you with pleading eyes, tearing a piece of the toast with his teeth as he brings his attention back to your body, fully intending to suffer by watching you tease him anyway.

That you do, walking across the kitchen and lifting up on your tip-toes, leaning forward just enough so that he can see the underside of your ass beneath the fabric. You smile to yourself when you hear his fork clatter to the plate.

“Jaemin, Are you okay?” Your mother asks, lifting herself up to grab a napkin to wipe the crumbs off of the table that had fallen from his fork.

“I’m fine, just need to use the bathroom–suddenly.” He tries to save himself, hands covering his obvious hard-on as he shuffles from his chair. Thankfully he’s never done anything suspicious before so your mother doesn’t think twice about it. She shrugs and then turns to you when he rushes out of the kitchen and to the bathroom.

“Your cup is in the dishwasher.” She says after realizing you’ve been over there for far too long looking for that cup.

“Oh!” You cheerfully laugh back, knowing full well that your cup was in there all along.

“You did that on purpose.” Your boyfriend seethes out with tense lips, looking you up and down the moment the two of you get into the car and close the doors. “And–you’re already wearing it...” He then blanks out, losing composure yet again. Your mother is standing outside, attempting to wave the two of you off and he’s getting incredibly frustrated with the fact that he still doesn’t have you alone even behind locked doors. Windows, fuck windows.

He looks at you for a few more seconds and then turns in his seat to give a bright smile to your mother, waving at her before starting the car and trying to speed out of the driveway as respectfully as he can.

“You picked it out, of course, I’m wearing it–” You say with a light voice, the voice you use to tease him quietly in the darkness of your bedroom. “I thought you wanted me to flaunt it.”

“Of course I do!” He retorts, focusing on the road and wishing so much that this drive goes by quickly. “But right in front of your mother? You could have killed me in there.”

You laugh again, running your fingers up your thighs and to the hem of the skirt that’s been the focus of his eyes all morning. “I think you liked it.”

Jaemin looks at you for a split second and shakes his head in defeat. “Didn't think you were the type to get off on humiliating me.” He admits with a laugh, his cock still twitching uncomfortably in his pants.

“To be fair, I think there’s gonna be a lot of things to discover for the next few days.” You finally calm yourself of the teasing, because it’s not like you intended to humiliate him– you just like seeing him go crazy over you. Is that so bad?

Jaemin thinks for a moment, looking at the clock and already internally counting down the hours the two of you can walk into that little beach house and absolutely destroy it. “I guess you’re right.” He smiles over at you. “I can finally stop acting like I don’t want to rip your clothes off–”

You interrupt him quickly. “I never said you couldn’t do that in the first place.”

Thinking to himself again, you’re not lying. In the beginning, you did try to get cozy with him in front of people, you did try to be loud, and you did tell him to do whatever he wants with you in the midst of blown-out pupils and messy sheets, but he can’t help that he doesn’t want the entire world to know what he likes, how he likes it, or how he does it. He doesn’t want your mother to dislike him and think he’s using you for sex. He doesn’t need Jeno to know what either of you sound like when you’re reaching climax.

It’s not even that you want people to know either. It just appears that Jaemin likes to keep his sex life under wraps, and that’s why privacy is an issue. Alone, in your room with him, you know the two of you could get away with a lot more, but he’s always anxious about being caught, about being seen as something that he hasn’t already shown them. You respect it, truly. But god, sometimes you just wish he would go all out because the man genuinely makes you feel like you could scream from a mountain top about how good his mouth feels on you.

“You know, it’s going to be hard to enjoy the beach–” Jaemin goes to change the subject, stopping at a red light and looking over at you. “Then again, I didn’t really intend for this trip to be about the beach anyway.”

You knew what those words meant. It’s vacation enough just being alone with him if you’re being honest.

As the time to arrive was drawing closer and closer, you could practically see Jaemin shift into the man you’d only seen snippets of in your bedroom. Only now it was fully him. He was still the same man, the same soft and gentle boyfriend you’d spent so many nights with, but this time he isn’t hiding or pretending. He isn’t brushing off any touch you throw his way either. He’s making dirty little comments towards you, telling you how good you look, reaching his hand over to tease the skin of your thighs, and even staring for a few seconds longer than usual at the expanse of your chest.

By the time the two of you pull up to the place, neither of you feel the need to do the awkward walk through the house commenting on how nice it is. No. You’re crawling in your skin, legs burning from the warmth you’d felt from his hand for hours doing nothing more than soft rubs. Jaemin, on the other hand, appears to be just as occupied in his thoughts as you are.

He doesn’t even pop the trunk to grab the packed bags because, at this moment, all he needs is you and that soft lingerie set that’s been hidden from him since that morning. The moment that door shuts, he’s looking at you and drinking in the silence. The realization hits him so fucking fast that finally– fucking finally–

“Do you hear that?” He asks, eyes finally scanning you fully as you stand there. He stops for a moment and stares at your chest, cursing the tank top that you have over it. If he looks hard enough, he can almost see the texture of the lace beneath it.

“Hear what?” You say, leaning against a counter and already feeling the need to rub your thighs together at his tone of voice.

“Exactly.” He says, walking up to you and pinning you there in an instant. “We’re finally alone.”

You’re not even shocked by how fast he’s got his hands on you, feeling every inch of skin that is visible before trailing them to the hem of your skirt. “I’ve never gotten to touch you like this in a kitchen before–” He whispers, running his fingers up your legs and to the curve of your ass.

It sounds stupid, dirty talk involving the very mundane room you’re standing in, but he’s right. The freedom he must feel right now has to be as intense as it is for you. Thoughts of dishes clattering, glass all on the floor, and a hefty bill for damages after this trip is somehow incredibly hot to you. The pure hunger he has for you simply because no one is around seems pathetic, but it makes it that much more meaningful to you. He wants you so bad that he can’t even bring himself to find the bedroom in this place before getting his hands on you.

You can feel him shiver against you at the mere shameless touching of your body in an open kitchen like this. The window blinds are open revealing a view of the sea, the sound of salt water rushing to the shore– still he only looks at you. The air in this house is cool and prickles against your skin, but still, all you feel is his fingers trailing all over your body.

Only then, as he hovers in front of you, does he press himself against you. His hand is already reaching for your chest and kneading over the material of your tank top there. “I could have you right here, couldn’t I?” He drones on in a whisper against the skin of your ear, still in the thought of how he can do anything he wants wherever he wants with you right now.

You nod to him, head spinning from the mere ghostly touches of his fingers being blocked by your clothing. You can feel his breath against your neck now as his other arm snakes around your waist in a half embrace, his other hand still kneading the flesh of your breast. “I finally get to hear all of those pretty sounds that you had to swallow up at home–”

You shiver at the words, pressing your body towards him and turning your face so that you can try to catch his lips in a kiss. It can happen right here, right now. You genuinely do not give a fuck.

He obliges in your kiss, knowing that your silence at this moment is likely caused by all of the times he’s kept you quiet before. He can feel your need through the way you work your tongue into his mouth like you did so many times back home, and that’s how he knows he’s got the green light to continue.

And that he does, pulling away from you and watching you try to chase his lips. He watches and looks down your body once more. “As much as I want to fuck you against this counter–” He pauses with a sigh and looks around the openness of the house, ignoring his cock pressing against his pants and demanding to be let free. “I want you on top of me.”

He steps back and drags you with him gently by the material of your tank top. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You’re a little in awe at how this is how he’s always wanted to act. He’s moved and positioned your body countless times in silence but never has he asked for what he wants out loud. You oblige, of course, you oblige.

You follow him to a very soft and wide-seated couch, one that could probably act as a bed if he so wanted it to. Then he sits himself down, kicking his shoes off in a careless way before looking at you as you stand there. His eyes aren’t leaving your body, always zoning in directly on your chest and wondering if your nipples have perked up under all of that cloth.

He holds you in place by your waist for a moment and only pulls you into his lap when he leans himself back against the couch, instantly feeling you sit yourself down and against his bulge. He’s thankful you’re wearing that skirt, knowing full well that your lace-clad pussy is sitting right where it belongs, despite his own pants shielding his cock from feeling the intricate designs.

“There we go–” He coos, pulling his hand up to run the back of his fingers against your cheek. “Now let’s get this off.” He tugs with his other hand at the hem of your tank top, smiling at you when you immediately lift it off.

He sits for a moment, bracing his hands on your now naked waist, staring in full view of how the bra perfectly cups your breasts. “I knew it would look good on you–but fuck.” Jaemin swallows hard and you can feel his cock twitch against you. A wave of warmth runs throughout your body at the way he gazes at you, it almost makes you want to hide your face at how different and new this feels with him.

Everything feels open, you feel more vulnerable despite having shared intimate moments like this with him before. It was always quiet, no words to be said. He never talked, and barely did he ever even sigh loud enough for you to hear his pleasure. Now he’s just—talking, talking, fucking talking, and you’re basking in it.

“You like it?” You say, grabbing one of his hands and placing it against the lace bra. You watch intently at the way his fingers instantly make an attempt to drag against it, tracing the cups and only barely grazing the skin there.

That alone causes your nipples to perk harshly, prodding against the airy material and peeking only slightly at Jaemin, who is still staring with growing pupils. He doesn’t even respond to your question, because he feels as though his mouth could be doing much better things than having a conversation right now.

You yelp in surprise when he lunged forward, attaching his mouth to one of your nipples through the fabric. He wets it with his tongue and flicks against it with ease while his other hand gently prods its way beneath the cup of the other. You can feel the sensation in your gut when he does it, the warmth of his saliva soaking through and coating your nipple to the point all you can do is plant your fingers in his hair and throw your head back to bask in the feeling.

Feeling his hips gently rut up against you, you do your best to grind down a bit as he works his mouth over your chest, running his tongue between your breasts so that way he can assault the other nipple through the fabric. Neither of your breasts are left unattended because you shiver only for a moment at the cool air hitting the saliva-soaked nipple before his fingers are slipping their way in to continue rubbing against it, warming it right back up.

It almost feels like overstimulation of your nipples already, with the fabric becoming harsh as his tongue massages through it, but you don’t argue. He stops every few seconds to almost nuzzle his face against your bra before going back to work, back and forth, wetting the bra to the point that your nipples stay erect and needy for more of his touch.

After a few moments, he pulls back satisfied, running his hands down your sides and resting them on your thighs, just below the bottom of your skirt.

“You look so shy right now.” He says in a low-toned voice. “You wore this for me, and teased me with it, only to act like this when I finally get to see it?” Jaemin adds with a bit of bite in his voice, pinching the outside of your thigh only slightly to get a little jump out of you.

You stare back at him, folding in on yourself in a weird kind of way. A way that you know you’re only doing it because he seems to be getting off on the act of shyness. He seems to like seeing you flustered, blinking at him under your lashes with a small smile. You are feeling a bit shy right now from the newness of it, but it doesn’t change the fact that you want him to absolutely make your knees buckle.

Smiling, you grind yourself a bit against him, still keeping yourself quiet so as to not taint the way his voice sounds echoing against the walls here. You see him react, his fingers digging slightly against your skin when you do it, feeling him hold you in place for a moment before flipping your skirt up and holding it there.

“God.” He groans out as he stares down at the wet spot already formed against the white lace panties, so wet that there’s a visible spot on his own pants from you. The wetness matches what he did to your bra, and this is exactly why he picked this color for you.

Jaemin looks back up at you, and then back down before he loses his composure and starts to move your hips on his own accord, watching his bulge disappear from beneath you and reappear with a larger, darker, wet spot against his pants. He wants to feel the panties so badly against his cock already that he can barely force his eyes to look up at you.

You watch him lose control for a moment, smirking to yourself at how you’ve barely done a thing and he’s already acting like this. You love seeing your boyfriend like this, you love being able to spend this time alone with him. Seeing his focus on the lace, you wonder if you can do something you’ve never done before. Maybe you can make him moan, writhe, by doing it.

Slowly, you grind against him using his hands as a guide, watching the way his eye contact never leaves the heat of your pussy, and just as slowly you grind further and further back until your pussy is hovering between his legs and you’re slowly getting off of his lap and onto your knees in front of him.

He watches, still staring at your pussy until it is no longer in his line of sight, eyes now shooting to your tits and the way they press against the saliva-soaked fabric. He looks to be mesmerized, and you’re loving it as you reach forward and unzip his pants.

He jolts for a moment, grabbing your hand as if to tell you that it isn’t time to go down on him yet. He’s not done with what he wants to do yet, but you shake his fingers off of your wrist, quickly pushing his pants down his thighs and to his ankles. You sit for a moment, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“I don’t know why I tried to stop you–” He says as he unbuttons his shirt to reveal his chest. He now realizes how truly good you look between his legs like this, on your knees and needy. “You look so fucking good right there.”

Jaemin stares down at you, ignoring the breeze against his cock, and waits in anticipation for whatever it is you’re planning to do. When you press your tits up and against his cock though, dragging the lace and sending harsh vibrations through his entire body, he nearly breaks.

“Stick it between them–” He groans out, watching the way you move for him.

When you go to put your arms behind your back to undo the bra though, he sits up quickly to grab them. “No, leave it on.” He says, leaning back again and allowing you to slip his cock under the bra and between your tits.

He sighs heavily at the feeling of the band holding his cock in place between your mounds and he doesn’t hesitate to reach forward and press them together so he can see the head peeking out from the top.

“God, I love you–” He groans out, slowly pressing his hips up to essentially fuck your tits.

As he’s grabbing at you, he begins to knead your flesh in his hands, fingers running over the laced nipples to get a shiver out of you. Only then does he grab them harshly, pressing them so tightly together that when he fucks up, he feels a shiver run straight to his cock at the very image of him finally getting it between your tits.

You can feel the bruising thrusts against your skin, but the look on his face is too good to ignore. You can to see more of him like this, you want to feel more of him like this, so, you place your hands against his and press them even harder against your tits to offer an impossible amount of friction against his frantic cock.

He moans out at that and it’s your first time every hearing his sounds of pleasure above a sigh or a whisper. It swallows your mind whole, hearing the echo against the walls and the pure ecstasy of it. You can feel your panties soak even more as you begin to rub your thighs together.

Jaemin is in his own little world, feeling the lace band hug the base of his cock so tightly that he feels like he’s being choked. The pressure is so fucking good when he’s being rubbed raw like this, he feels sensitive and absolutely overtaken by the way he fits so perfectly between your tits.

He continues to stare at the way the head of his cock disappears between the flesh of your tits and gets so turned on by it that only now does he realize how badly he wants to see how perky your nipples have become. From beneath your own hands, he doesn’t hesitate to grip the trim of your bra and let your breasts bounce free.

The friction he had was minimized only slightly, but his lust bubbles up the moment he sees your nipples. Immediately he pulls his hands back and put them over your own now.

“Hold them together for me, pretty girl.” He soothes, moving his own fingers to flick and twist at your nipples as his thrusts become a bit more erratic.

You see him seethe out, chewing against his bottom lip as he focuses solely fucking and abusing your chest. You find yourself loving it though, pressing them together and allowing yourself to feel the sensations of his fingers sending constant spikes of pain and pleasure throughout your body. You’re so wet by this point you can barely stand it, feeling the wetness already on your thighs and allowing them to glide together easy when you start rubbing them together at a constant pace.

Only when Jaemin feels like he’s losing control does he pull his hands back and watch the way you’re face is contorted into that of discomfort. You look so pretty like this to him, you must be feeling neglected.

He swats your hands away from your tits to allow his cock to fall free of them aside from the band of your bra. His precum shines against the inner sides of your mounds and across your chest and that alone should be enough to tell him how good you’d look covered in it. God, there’s so much he wants to do. So much he wants to say. His face feels hot, his cock is twitching, and you are literally just too fucking perfect.

“I love you too.” You whisper, lifting up a bit to let his cock spring free of your bra, but then you’re immediately back down, pressing your lips to his shaft and looking up at him. “Did you like that?” You giggle out.

Your voice sends him into overdrive when he nods to you with a smile. There’s so much he wants to do but now his thoughts are riddled with the idea of finally hearing you gag around him. He had to be gentle at home, fucking into your mouth in a slow way so that when he feels your throat constrict, he can pull back...but now–

“Are you going to use your pretty little mouth to make me feel good?” He asks, already pressing the swollen head against your lips. “Can you take more of it now?” He asks again, pressing a bit harder.

You don’t even answer, opening your mouth and tasting the pre-cum against your tongue as you make haste to swallow him up.

Jaemin shoots his hands to your hand, pressing your head down more and more because he wants to feel you gag this time. He wants to see how pretty your eyes would look in a glassy haze of tears. He wants to see the mess of saliva and precum bubbling from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to breathe around him. Only– you don’t stop him? You take it with ease up until his entire cock is bottomed out and your nose is pressing against his pelvis.

“Shit–” He mutters out, looking at you in awe. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do this?” he adds, pressing his hips up to see if he could manage to get his cock even further down your throat. He can see your eyes smile, though they’re already beginning to water up a bit.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jaemin says, skewing your head up and watching the way your mouth stretches around him. “So good to me.”

He sees your eyes light up at that before they fall closed, and he watches the way your nose flares out to try and take in a breath. The fact that you’re not pulling off is one thing, but the fact that you’re allowing him to constrict your airflow for his own pleasure is another, very amazing thing to him. He loves that you’re taking it so well, and loves even more how you grip his thighs when he doesnt even pull out, and instead grinds himself against your throat just to feel it constrict more around him.

You’re humming against him with each gag, doing your best to stay put as it becomes harder and harder to breathe. Everything feels hot, the tears in your eyes, the saliva pooling in your mouth, Jaemin’s pre-cum continuously dripping into your throat. You really do your best, but breathing through your nose is becoming more difficult by this point, and when he holds your head in place by your hair, skewing his head to watch his cock slowly drag out of your mouth, you can finally moan out a breath.

“Fuck,” His sigh is long and drawn out. “Fuck.” He says it again, pulling all the way out of your mouth and watching the way you suck in a breath despite the saliva dripping from your lips. You stay in place though, flicking your eyes up to him with a nod before he’s pressing back in to do it all over again.

Never would he have believed you’d cockwarm him with your mouth, but here you are, and here he is. He can’t stop himself. He’s barely even fucking your face at this point, he’s more so just burying his cock into you in a way that will cause your throat to pulse around him as your body panics for a breath.

“Shh-” He soothes, pulling one hand from your hair and wiping a tear that begins to run down your cheek. “Look how good you’re making me feel.” He says back, gently rutting his hips into your throat, leaving no space at all for air. “You’re doing so fucking well.” He adds with a grunt, chewing at his bottom lip as he stares in awe at the way you just take it.

You try to nod, but it causes an intense gag to reach your throat and you can’t help but cough. You don’t pull off of him though and instead, you choke around him, determined to keep him in place so that he can continue his praise.

“Aw, baby girl,” Jaemin soothes again, pulling slightly out of your mouth so that you can suck in another breath and calm the choke. “You can’t breathe, can you?”

You shake your head and release your grip from his thigh, solely because your clit is on fire for pressure and all you can think to do is give Jaemin what he needs along with yourself. He watches this motion, eyes following your hand all the way down until it disappears behind the edge of the couch. Then he watches the way your arm flexes as you touch yourself.

Jaemin then shoves your head back down and bottoms his cock out in one go, lost in the thought of how good you must be making yourself feel while barely being able to breathe. He’s in awe and absolutely fucking in love with you in this moment to the point that he has no issue with guiding your mouth on him. A proper blowjob he could say, deepthroat and all.

You choke around him at the quick pace he moves your head, but every half second your fingers are stimulating your clit in such a perfect way that it’s almost hard not to cum with all of the stimulation. You’re still wearing the incredibly soaked lace that for a moment you forgot you were wearing them at all, they’re clinging to your skin and allowing your fingers to glide smoothly across the sticky wet spilling out of you.

Your boyfriend continues his assault on your throat, eyes focusing between your tits pressing against the couch to the way your arm speeds up to do something he can’t see. It grows to be too much for him, so he pulls you off of him by your hair and looks down at you with blown-out pupils. He looks incredibly lost like this and also sexier than he’s ever been.

“If we keep doing this, I won't last.” He admits as he swats your hand away and grabs your arm. “Come back and sit on it, I know you need more right now.” He tries to keep his composure when you stand up to reveal just how wet you’d gotten in the midst of suffocating on his cock.

“Take that off first–” He says, looking away from you for a moment just to try to keep himself from cumming completely untouched during this short moment.

You obey, slipping your skirt off and already bracing yourself to get back onto his lap. He helps you, allowing you to balance yourself on him as you straddle and press your pussy against his cock.

“You did so good,” He praises you with a kiss when you sit down on him, and he does moan into it when he feels the lace slide against him. “Was it too much?” He asks, pulling back so that he can search your face for any amount of discomfort.

“I could have taken more.” You admit, continuing to glide your hips against him. “You looked even better than I thought when you were doing that to me.” You say in a half-gasp, feeling your clit strive for the attention.

“Yeah?” He says, quirking a brow and watching the way you must not even notice how you’re getting yourself off on top of him.

“Yeah.” You say, trailing off as your thoughts focus on the stimulation between your legs. You roll your eyes back for a moment, realizing that any amount of pressure against you could probably have you screaming his name and clawing against his skin for more.

Jaemin watches you do this for a while. His cock is still impossibly hard and sensitive as you ride against it with ease, the lace he had picked out doing its job perfectly in not getting in the way. He can tell you’re getting into it more and more when you brace your hands on his shoulders and really start to go at it.

His eyes watch the way your body moves on top of his, the writhing and pure want showing with each jerk of your hips towards his middle. He gently caresses your face, knowing that your body reacts this way only for him, and only for what he does to you. “My baby, so needy isn’t she?” He murmurs when he pulls you down so he can whisper against your ear. “Just ask, I’ll give you anything you want.”

You always loved that he did this. Jaemin always has control, but he doesn’t take advantage of it. He does give you everything you could imagine. You love the way he touches every inch of your body, leaving no expanse of skin left without his lips or fingers against it. You don’t even have to ask at this point as your hips swivel and yearn for more, more, more. After having spent so many nights where the two of you had to be quiet, Jaemin knows exactly what you want.

“Hm?” He hums with a smile in his voice, tilting his head to get a good look at your lust-filled eyes. “We are finally all alone, and you’re still being so quiet.”

You look at him, clenching his arm and snapping your hips against his cock harshly. He’s right. There’s no parent in the other room, no friends listening in.

“I’ve always wanted to hear the way you’d sound for me–” He moves his hand down, skewing your panties to the side. “without holding back, talk to me baby.” He adds with a breath, slipping his cock against your pussy and allowing the sticky fabric to hold him there “Come on, don’t be shy.”

This only causes you to moan out, gliding your bare pussy over his cock and feeling it in all of its fullness. You look down, watching the way his swollen tip hits against your clit before stretching out the lace fabric of the panties, and then you look at him. You want to ask him to fuck you now, but–

He is also staring, clearly, he’s lost himself again as he watches the way his precum seeps through the already wet fabric each time you glide back. He’s amazed by the feeling of your folds hugging his cock, and then by the panties holding him in place and offering a soft and delicate type of pressure to his tip.

He moans as he lunges forward, pulling you down against him in a tight embrace. You’d think it was a sweet gesture rather than a horny one if it weren't for the fact that you can feel his cock fuck against you and into the panties.

Your boyfriend is, quite literally, fucking your panties with you in them and you couldn’t be bothered to protest because it’s incredibly hot seeing him lose himself like this.

You lay there in his arms, feeling his cock beat against your clit relentlessly just to feel the soft fabric of your panties stimulate him. You’d never imagine this happening and for some reason, you’re incredibly into it probably because you’ve been on the verge of an orgasm for a solid four minutes.

Helping him out, you lift yourself back up and smile at how his arms loosen and immediately go to your waist. His eyes open and they’re straight back to watching the way he’s stretching the panties out.

He stares harder when sees you pull the panties from your heat and practically wrap the fabric around the head of his cock. All he can do is fuck upwards, feeling the base of his cock being held directly against your pussy from the panties holding him there. The friction is so little, but seeing the lace practically cut the circulation off of his cock is driving him mad. He thrusts upwards again, groaning at the pain of it but he still doesn’t stop. There was already so little space between you and your panties, given the perfect fit, but he can feel them stretching out more and more with each of his thrusts. He is fucking into nothing, and solely getting off to the feeling of the thin, thong-like fabric choking his cock out.

His hands begin to grip your waist so hard that it feels bruising, and sure, you know he was implying he would fuck you earlier but it was too good to see him get lost in this. You can see his frustration each time he thrusts up, but then his eyes go back to the image of his cock wrapped up against your pussy and he loses it again, thrusting even more frantically.

You can feel your panties stretch out, rubbing the creases of your thighs harshly with each snap of his hips, but you hold out and finally begin to move on your own accord to allow your clit the pressure that you had felt moments before.

Neither of you have any sort of rhythm because you’re fucking against him, and he’s just desperately trying to chase a high that’s barely there. His frustration grows and grows until he shoots a hand forward and unwraps his cock. The loosened fabric is no longer of use to him when he immediately holds himself in place and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Ask for it.” He says with eyes so blown out and his voice so raspy that you can barely recognize him.

You were thrown off by the sudden change of pace, but you want nothing more than to have him thrust that hard inside of you. You want nothing more than to finally feel his cock pounding so deeply inside of you that you’re babbling like an idiot and finally able to scream out for him.

“Tell me you want it as bad as I do,” He says again, pressing the tip slightly against you. “I want to hear you talk this time, please baby girl– just talk for me…”

He’s almost begging you to beg for him.

“Please, Jaem, fuck m-” Before you can even finish speaking, your breath is caught in your throat as he practically rams into you with one deep, harsh thrust.

You go to try and speak again but he’s got his hands on your waist and he’s already lifting up to get his nipple in your mouth. The stimulation all over your body is too much for you to pin-point a single thought to voice out for him. He’s totally lost in it anyway, feeling your pussy clench around him at the sudden intrusion. His hips won't stop, they just move faster and faster as his tongue chases your nipple and the way it bounces away from his lips with each thrust.

All you can do is yelp, each moan coming out when you bounce against his thighs. You grip onto his opened shirt, pulling and tugging to keep some sort of grasp on reality but he’s really just fucking gone and willing for you to join him. Jaemin is muttering words against your nipple as he bites and sucks, fingers harshly holding your waist and digging into the flesh there.

“You’re so fucking hot–” He mutters at one point, moving his mouth to your other nipple. “You sound so pretty when you ask for me to fuck you–” He mutters again. “I knew you’d like it like this.” He continues to talk against your skin, bruising your nipples. “You feel so good clenched around me, so tight.”

You’re seeing a flurry of white as he talks effortlessly despite his merciless thrusts into you. You bask in his voice and the constant praise while you make an attempt to bounce yourself now, meeting his thrusts halfway. Jaemin stutters his praise and moans out instead, relaxing his hips so he can watch your pussy suck him in each time you bounce.

“Yeah, like that–” He groans, rolling his eyes back for a moment out of pure pleasure. “Fuck yourself on me.”

You can tell he’s not done talking and you don’t mind it. It keeps you from having to think of something to say in a moment where your brain is quite literally falling apart.

“Tell me you love it,” He asks for praise of his own now, stiffening his abdomen and feeling the way your pussy jerks him off.

“You know I love it.” You express in a quick gasp, leaning down against his ear so that he can hear the full volume of your voice. “I’m so close,” You groan out, sitting yourself down and burying him inside of you one last time before swirling your hips and rubbing your clit against his pelvic bone.

“You gonna cum on me like this?” He looks at you and then back down to see your swollen clit bumping against him. “Just like that?” There’s a smile in his voice when he starts to fuck up again, hitting your clit harshly in the process, “Want me to show you how crazy you make me?”

You’re already losing it, especially when you feel him wrap his arms around you and push you over to the side, he is smooth with it, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you when your back hits the cushions. Now that he’s on top of you, there’s absolutely no control to be had on your end.

He hooks one of your legs and wraps it around his waist and he begins to drive his cock in and out of you with a messy and wet sound. His fingers go straight to your clit, rubbing harsh shapes and circles against it.

He watches the way your tits stay half restricted from the bra he completely forgot to take off of you, your bruised nipples peeking from the fabric. He thinks they look good like this anyway, and to be fair he liked the way the lingerie set laid ruined against your skin.

Jaemin continues rubbing and flicking your clit as he pounds into you at a different angle and he can practically see the lights go off behind your eyes. This only drives him to go harder, faster, until you’re finally moaning loud enough that he can never forget it.

“Still close?” He asks out of breath, trying to hold back his own orgasm.

You try to answer, you really do, but it hits you so fucking fast that all you can do is tense your leg around him and hold him in place. You’re clenching around his cock so tightly, cumming so incredibly hard that you do release a very loud moan.

His fingers are still rubbing your sensitive clit and he can feel your orgasm hit you around his cock. All it took was that moan, one that even he wasn’t expecting to be so loud.

It wasn’t even supposed to be of his name, but what you were trying to say is “Jaem, I’m gonna cum.”, instead, what you moaned out was his name. Over and over. You couldn’t help it, your brain wasn’t working and your body felt tight, but god did he love it.

He basked in it, his own orgasm rushing through him in waves, spilling into you continuously. Your walls were still clenching around him, causing his cock to just keep fucking going.

A mess of breathy words and moans follow, most of which were Jaemin trying to explain how much he loves you, how good you are to him, how hot you sound, and of how much more he’s going to do to you later.

Your words still only consisted of his name, all the way up until you opened your eyes to see him huffing and falling forward onto you. The sweat drips against your chest as he lays there, and your body twitches as it comes down from your high.

Both of you suddenly feel uncomfortably wet and sticky, and only now does he lift his head to look at you. “You can be louder, you know.” He laughs, finally pulling himself out of you and staring down at his work. The panties are embarrassingly stretched and he can see the swollen marks they had left against your skin from the pushing and pulling. Still, his mind is in the gutter and all he can do is reach down to pull them off of your tired legs to keep for later.

“I’ll have to get some more of these.” He comments to himself, gently leaning to grab at your hands. “We should find the bathroom in this place.”

“And maybe we should nap?” You add in a tired and fucked out voice.

The nap never happened, infact, before the two of you even got into the shower he was on his knees, watching his cum seep out of you and scooping it up with his fingers. For some reason, you weren’t taken aback when he lifted them to your lips and let you gently clean his fingers of the filth.

He was already hard and ready to go by the time you’d finished, and all he could think about was how wet those stretched-out panties must still be. He allowed you to slip into the shower though because he could see your sleepy eyes grow heavier. He opts to throw on his pants and run out to the car to grab the neglected packed bags in order to give you your toothbrush, considering he just fed you a mixture of his and your own cum.

By the time he gets back inside, he’s all pumped up and ready to join you in the shower, mostly to see how nice your skin would look with soap running down your body. Naturally, his brain is already replaced with his cock again, so he’s quick to snatch the panties up off of the couch and rush to the bathroom with your toothbrush.

You jolt for some reason at the door opening. The water had already soothed the welts against your ass and thighs from the lace, but you become rigid at the image of your boyfriend standing there and shimmying his pants down his legs. His cock is hard again. All you can do is shake your head because you need at least an hour's nap before going for another round after that.

He doesn’t falter, thankful that you’ll at least let him stay in the bathroom with you to enjoy the show. Only after he sucks your panties into his mouth and abuses his own neglected cock to another orgasm does he pull himself up on weak legs and enter the shower with you.

Jaemin thinks you may be his favorite person in the world in the way you manage to gag on your toothbrush, but never that embarrassingly around him. He definitely loves you.

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paiirupie · 11 months

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HI ID LOVE TO HEAR ABT YOUR SONIC FORCES AU HEHE..... love those redesigns

hii !!!! i'm glad ur interested in my au, atm i don't have stuff writen abt it, as i mentioned once in a few tags, all my ideas sort of, just, live in my head, but i'll do my best to organize them here for u !!

the main characters of this au are sonic and shadow. both of them start working together after shadow finds and rescues sonic from a sandstorm in the dessert. he initially only intends to bring sonic back to the resistance, but first, both of them have to prove sonic's identity in order for him to join in, since he has been lost for so long, and also because of infinite's illusions taking sonic's form causing trouble and confusion to the resistance. in the end, shadow joins as well to create a plan in order to defeat infinite.

tails is also a prominent part of this au. he is, for the most part of the story, helping the resistance from the shadows before joining them. he's got his own squad even! omega, and an illussion of classic sonic created by a phantom ruby prototype tails carries with him. this sonic follows him around and responds to any given command.

as for the leaders of the resistance, amy is in charge of logistics and strategy, meanwhile knuckles is actively fighting in the battlefield and is training new recruits.

and finally, infinite. he's a soldier himself, and the general of eggman's forces. not many actually know his name, so, the general public usually refers to him as "the scarlet soldier". he didn't have any special abilities before obtaining the ruby besides his tactical knowledge.

i planned to give the other characters their own cool names. i already have amy's code name decided, she'll be "oracle". as for sonic, i'll just call him nick. it's simple, and it's cute. hehe...sonick.....

and that's like, the main idea of it, let me know if you would like to know anything more specific !!!

also, here u have an old artwork i made of tails and his squad ^_^

[ image id: a drawing of omega, classic sonic, and tails. tails is at the bottom of the illustration, pointing to the side, holding a ruby prototype on is other hand. classic sonic is at the center of the illustrations, he has red glitches all over him. omega is at the top of the illustration, he's making fists with both hands. end id. ]

#💌 paii's art #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic forces au #ask.

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bangtangalicious · 1 year

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nexus (m) part 2

pairing: ot7 x freader smut: yoongi x reader chp-focus: jjk, ksj, myg

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate, took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: accused of murdering your best friend, you team up with a vengeful detective in an effort to uncover the secrets of the family you swore your loyalty to

characters: detective!jungkook, bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 7k

warnings: explicit smut, rough sex, todays theme is JEALOUSY, manipulated consent (emotional blackmail), teasing, manhandling, fingering, dirty talk, breast play, crying, penetrative sex, rough oral (m), power plays, a very sexually charged card game and limo ride, a whole lot of SEXUAL TENSION, jin is a FLIRT, suggested dacryphilia, toxic relationships (jin sir pls u good), petnames--princess, mourning/angst, jungkook is hot and COLD (tsundere), obsessive themes, blackmail, guns, character death (nonrelevant), alcohol, gambling, fear, mention of psychiatric treatment

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The smell. The distinct smell of false hope. Strong enough to cover the heaps of despair and loss which built it. The casino was ever lively—money on the table, green on green. The sounds of hearty laugher audible over the subdued jazz. Behind the polished bar, Yoongi watched over the crowd with caution. A smile painted on his face like art, unmoving but beautiful to those who looked upon him. He’d chat up his patrons, expertly pouring drinks, movements fluid as he created liquored masterpieces. The trust he held, like a chemist preparing a cure. Their lives locked in his palms.

He excused himself, towel thrown over his shoulder. His all black uniform a welcome contrast to his pale skin. Like a shadow he slipped into the back office. Within a small desk drawer was his pistol. A custom model—the five-letter branding so subtle only those who knew would be able to find it.

He held the weight of the gun in his hand. Nimble fingers tracing along it’s contours. The metal was cold to touch—and he hated it. He hated the life he had been thrown into against his will. But he did it for you.

And you hardly knew. You were utterly blind to the leash which held a vigorous hold around his neck. Even on nights where you’d kiss him so sweetly he could almost forgive you.

Ears tingling from the absence of the pounding music, deep-set laugher. Laughter only those with no care in the world could afford. The silence reminiscent of the void in his heart. He loaded the weapon. Locked in the cartridge and stared down the barrel. You’d look beautiful with it stuffed down your throat. But more likely, it would be Jin pointing it down his.

Tucking the gun in his back pocket, his shoulders relaxed.

A window to the casino floor showed a weak reflection. The fear in his eyes still hiding amongst theatrics of bravery. The fear that the Kim heir had beaten into him with his raw fists. The crooked man who you worshipped was a menace. But you worshipped the ground he walked on, and Yoongi simply couldn’t break the spell.

He returned to the bar. Smile wide with charisma. Despite the pulse of the casino around him, the weight of the gun dragged him down. A harrowing reminder of who he belonged to.

Yoongi hated gambling. It was his least favorite thing about you, yet you knew not of the high-stakes gamble he played almost every night. With every strategically poured drink and every charming conversation, he collected fragments of information, forging alliances and defying destiny. With every step, he embodied the dual essence of a bartender and a gangster—making him a valuable piece in Kim Seokjin’s game.

“Promise me something” The night before, you looked at him with so much adoration, he swore he could melt into your touch.

“Don’t fall in love with me. Because I can never love you back”

His lips parted, shocked—breathing in. Met in seconds with a kiss so incredibly hot that he could feel the burn even hours later. His palms immediately cupping your cheeks, lips pressed tight against yours, unwavering. The pain searing with your words made him dizzy. Made him nauseous. You were sickening, addictive and he craved you insatiably.

Deeping the kiss as he tilted your head back more. Eyes shut—lost in the feeling. Everything vanished. There was only him. Only you.

He pulled you in closer—lifting you into his arms. Soft moans escaping but neither of you separated for long. He didn’t want to part. Didn’t want to breathe. He wanted to be consumed by the crippling mess you were. Lips sliding across your jaw—peppering hot kisses down your neck. Your fingers weaving through his hair, guiding him. He gripped your hips gently, knee slotting between your legs.

“Promise me, Yoongi” You exhaled quietly, breath uneven, shaky. “I need you to say it”

Yoongi’s teeth grazed over your ear as he grunted in irritation. Fingers intertwining with yours he finally backed away, meeting your eyes.

“We can’t do this unless you promise” Exasperated, he cupped your face again, thumb tracing your bottom lip fondly. You grabbed his wrist, begging him with your eyes. Your voice was quiet. So quiet he could feel your words without hearing them. Lust burned in his gaze—eyes darkening.

The pain was delicious. The ache burning in his heart. He had never entertained the thought of ever having feelings for you. Never rendered the possibility. He understood the arrangement well. But hearing you say it. Seeing the way you looked at him. The way you kissed him, let him touch you, let him make love to you night after night.

“Yoongi, please” Words had a way of ruining the most beautiful things. Yoongi wondered if he had just stayed quiet, would the pain never come? You began clawing at his shirt, popping the buttons off one by one. Yoongi hissed, tugging at your lip warningly. Blinking at you for a second, he seemed to weigh his options. He lifted you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around him.

Staring at you a moment, everything slowed down. He grew annoyed. Why would you say that to him—you didn’t know him. You had no way of knowing whether or not you could love him so why cut off the possibility? Would it really be so wrong? He would care for you. Far better than any of those Kim bastards ever could, anyway.

“Yoongi” You screamed, back slammed against the wall. His hands hovered over your shoulders, fingers hooked under the straps of your bra. Swiftly he pulled them off, allowing it to fall into a puddle on the floor, his shirt following. Yoongi simply chuckled, pushing two fingers down your throat.

Yoongi pulled his fingers out, smirking slightly at the way your eyes quivered. He slid his hand down your body, under your panties so he could paint your quivering cunt with his wet fingers. He watched you carefully as he drew small, tight circles on your clit. His other hand on your neck, thumb tilting your chin up to face him.

“Yoongi stop” Your voice was tiny, almost afraid. The sound only made his heart pound.

“Fuck no” He growled. He dipped his fingers into your cunt, allowing his palm to flatten as you unconsciously grinded your hips against it. Curling his finger, he pumped in and out of you—your eyes rolling back. His lips going down your chest, dragging your bra down with his teeth till he could round his lips over your tender nipples.

A loud moan left your lips, causing him to hiss. Pulling his finger out he turned you around, pushing your chest against the wall before gripping your panties and tearing them in two. It burned against your skin, a dizzying sensation in your head as you heard the fabric rip. Immediately he pumped two fingers back inside, teeth grazing over your shoulders. His belt unlatched, you felt his hard cock slap against your ass. He pushed you down, bending you over with a hand tight on your neck, holding you steady.

“Who the fuck do you think you are huh? You came onto me, bitch. You don’t call the shots anymore, I do” You whimpered as his thick head pushed in. He lifted you onto his cock, chest pressed up tight against yours—looking nowhere except deep into your eyes.

You sank down so perfectly. Your tight walls hot against his pulsing length. Your legs wrapped around his waist so tight he could barely move. It was emotional, the way you held onto him as he rolled his hips, pulsing into you. Staggered breaths. Sweat on his forehead.

Harder. His hips jerked at the sound of your pussy, dripping out with his every move. Your eyes blasted with lust—lips parted, so incredibly fucked out with pleasure it had him salivating. Pretty little moans as he fucked into you.

Tight. Fast. Lost in your sensation. Eyes rolling to the back of his head.

His lips nipped at your jaw, tasting the sweat glazed over your skin.

“Where can I come?” His voice was hoarse. Low and broken with need. You stilled yourself, sliding off of his throbbing cock until you found your feet and stood. Within seconds you slid to your knees, mouth wide open—eager to please.

He swore you had never looked more beautiful.

He admired your face. Lips swollen, pressing his flushed tip between them, eyes wide with a false innocence. Swiping the drool away from the edge of your lips. You let your tongue wrap around his length, cautiously, exploring across his veins, watching his reactions as you tightened your cheeks around him.

Yoongi’s eyes rolled back, hissing as you began to bob your head up and down. Sloppy, saliva dripping everywhere, the obscene sounds exemplified by you taking him throat-deep, gagging all over. He chanted like a mantra, “Just like that…fuck…just like that”

Both hands on his base, you worked him vigorously, enjoying his throaty moans echoing throughout the room. He bucked his hips, tugging at your jaw as he pushed further down your throat. “Always so good to me”

His hand moved to your forehead, his grip on your head leading you along his shaft, urging you to go faster. He thrusted his hips forwards, forcing you to take him all the way. Fucking your face roughly.

“You can take it, I know you can baby come on” Back and forth, he pulled his cock all the way out, letting you catch your breath before stuffing you full once again. You squealed around him, smacking your lips, pouring yourself into your movements.

Every fiber of his body shuddered as he came, twitching and jerking as he spilled deep in your throat. You licked up every last drop.

He dreaded the silence that followed the beautiful storm. He pulled you into an embrace before you could think too card. Laying you down, peppering you with kisses. Loving ones.

He didn’t know you, and you didn’t know him.

But he wanted to change that. He wanted to fight.

He nuzzled into your neck. Sweet. You blinked back tears. He saw this, growing concerned. “Baby I—I didn’t mean to be rough”

You shook your head, sniffling. “It’s not you I just” The tears spilled down your cheeks. Yoongi’s heart wrenched, reaching to wipe them away. His touch endearing. “I don’t want to hurt you”

Yoongi pressed his lips against yours. Long, sweetly. A tired, exasperated kiss that seemed to say you’re incredibly, utterly perfect.

“I just don’t make promises I can’t keep”

You had cast a spell on him and he was undoubtedly cursed.

The next morning, Kim Seokjin had arrived at the suite. The broad man appeared much friendlier in person than the magazine shoots he had seen him in with his infamous mother. Likely his same age, he was undeniably handsome. Brown eyes that incited mischief, yet with a softness that was almost genuine.

Almost.

You had answered the door, wearing a fluffy casino robe. Unphased when you saw your dear friend. He looked at you briefly, before his eyes shifted to Yoongi who was still in bed.

“Morning princess” Tone was steady, smile evident, but Yoongi could see the irritation in his eyes.

“Hey” You greeted him politely. “Did you need something?”

Jin’s gaze was locked on Yoongi. “Actually, I’m here to talk to him” You seemed to pout. “Don’t worry, it’s just work stuff. Give us a minute, okay?”

Reluctantly, you wandered off.

Jin painted another smile on his face, entering the room. He walked up to where Yoongi had stepped out of bed. “Yoongi—right? I’ve heard great things about the tips you bring in”

There it was. The tricky power games that were synonymous with Kim Seokjin’s reputation.

“Yes sir”

Jin grinned at his attitude. “Now, Yoongi. Man to man. Where do you see this” He gestured his hand, “Going?”

Yoongi pursed his lips. He knew getting involved with these kinds of people was always complicated. But he was in too deep. He wasn’t going to give up on you just over some baseless threats. What he really wanted to know—was how the fuck Jin knew where you were? Was this motherfucker having you followed?

“She came onto me, sir”

“Oh I know” Jin chuckled, “She was nursing a broken heart, poor thing. My idiotic brother crushed her, so she’s acting out”

Namjoon. Yoongi recalled.

Jin’s gaze was intense—serious now, in contrast to his playfulness earlier. “I want you to understand something, Yoongi.” He took a seat on the bed. Leaning back, his hair flipped over his forehead. “I’m allowing this. For now.”

“Sir”

“There will be a time where I’ll need you to back off. And you’ll do it, otherwise your dean is going to get an interesting phone call”

Yoongi swallowed thickly. He didn’t like being threatened. How could you live like this? Did these guys interfere in every part of your life?

“Yes sir” He responded, humbly. Jin seemed satisfied.

“One last thing” Jin stood up, brushing the dust off of the lapel of his designer suit. He rest his hand on Yoongi’s bare shoulder. Skin cold to touch. Grip firm. “Hurt her, and I will kill you”

You made your way back eventually, noticing Yoongi’s shifted demeanor.

“Sorry, I know Jin is a lot sometimes” You kissed him, crawling into his lap where he sat, defeated. “He’s just looking out for me. We’re like best friends”

Yoongi scoffed. How naïve could you be? He knew crazy when he saw it, and that man was no friend of yours. He looked at you, eyes softening once he saw how cutely you were grinning.

“I’m glad he approved” You beamed at him. “This means, we can like, actually hang out…if you want”

God, of course he did. He would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked. Interestingly, Jin was welcome to Yoongi after that day. You would bring him along on weekend getaways, Monaco, Bali, Paris and Milan. Jin would be there, occupied by his own vices while you and Yoongi got lost in a honeymoon haze. Sharing your darkest thoughts under the eastern sunrise, to hushed confessions under the northern stars. He learned you. Knew you like the back of his hand. Your quirks, likes, irritations and dreams.

“You’ve seriously never had feelings for him?” He asked you one day. You made a face.

“I’ve only ever loved Namjoon” Ouch.

Yoongi was skeptical. Frankly because Yoongi knew you were in love with him from the way your eyes would light up talking about him. Your memories from childhood, or the intimate laughs the two of you would share. You followed him like a little lamb, adapting his crazy lifestyle and engaging with his elitist friends. And after the glimmering lights would go down, you’d make your way to Yoongi, who was…

What was he?

A dog. You had him on a leash, Jin had him in a cage. He was a mutt allowed to you out of pity, to distract you from the real things that were controlling your life. Yoongi’s job was to give you a semblance of control. A sexual outlet, a shoulder to lean on.

And Yoongi hated you. Hated who you were around Jin and hated that no matter what he did, Jin would be a huge part of your life. Even if he did somehow, miraculously, make you fall in love with him, make you feel for him what he did for you without a doubt—Jin would still have control. Yoongi was useless in his shadow. It enfuriated him. Drove him mad. What lengths would he have to go to get you? What would it take for Kim Seokjin to back the fuck off and let you live your own life?

But your life was never your own. And now here he was, all the loyalty paid off into dust as he tended the bar at your engagement party. It was ridiculous. Did he truly mean so little to you—that he wasn’t even a guest? Let alone the fact that it infuriated him you had to marry one of these twisted, god-awful Kim boys against your will.

In front of him, the man of the hour—the so-called Kim Taehyung, sat with a dirty smirk on his face, eyes drilled onto the pair of die rolling in his palm.

“So”

It was in the job description. Make conversation with the guests. Yoongi had been around long enough to know how to make men like Kim Taehyung feel great about themselves, in more ways than one.

“Been a while since you’ve been home huh”

He set down the shaker, straining the drink mix into a margarita glass with a slight flick of his wrist. Taehyung watched the steady pour of the liquid.

“Absolutely” He smiled, although Yoongi could tell it was fake. “I had to come home. See my family—my brothers. After all,” He flashed his forearm at Yoongi, where the Kim crest was neatly tattooed, same as his brothers.

Yoongi squinted. He knew about the tattoo. He had seen it, both on Namjoon and Jin. He knew they got it after their mother died. But as far as he knew, Taehyung had left at a fairly young age, not keeping in contact with his family. Taehyung hadn’t been around for his mother’s death.

Right? Yoongi pursed his lips. Taking another look, he watched Taehyung carefully. Round eyes, thick lips, small fingers in which the dice rolled.

He looked familiar. Yoongi swore he must have seen this man somewhere before. He knew nothing of where Taehyung had been for the past ten years. According to you, no one did.

“Please excuse me,” Nodding politely, Yoongi rushed off into the storage room. Grabbing his phone, he googled the man you were about to get engaged to.

Kim Taehyung.

Nothing.

Nothing at all—not even so much as a media article on the engagement. No photographs, nothing.

But I know I’ve seen you somewhere.

He went to his own camera roll, scrolling aimlessly in an attempt to jog his memory. Would it have been school? The casino? He couldn’t figure it out.

Until he saw it.

A group picture. From a dinner one of his professors had invited him to. There he was—Kim Taehyung.

Except there was no way, Yoongi would have remembered if he met someone with that name. Was he going by an alias? Who was he?

Dialing his professor, he gulped the sour bitterness in his mouth.

“Yoongi? Odd time to be calling—is everything alright?” His professor greeted him kindly.

“Hi sir. Sorry about that I just have a quick question. That dinner you invited us out to…there was another person there who was not a student. Could I know their name?”

His professor chuckled, “Oh, sure. That was Park Jimin—he was a student of mine who now runs a private practice, pretty upscale clients apparently.”

Hanging up abruptly, Yoongi ran back out to the bar.

Yoongi didn’t like anything about it. But he had little time to ponder over it when suddenly you walked in, and he swore his heart stopped.

He couldn’t breathe.

Because it finally hit him. Had he told you everything he held inside? Had he made sure he savored every last second he had you? He couldn’t think. His mind went blank, red with rage—even moreso when Taehyung stood up in front of him and went to go see you.

He watched as he pulled you onto the dance floor—you hate dancing, Yoongi thought to himself. He watched as the man touched you, the lust in his eyes shamelessly evident.

He felt like throwing up. He prayed and prayed that you would stop. He wanted you to get away from him, he wanted you to be in his arms.

And his prayers were answered, as the ceremony was brought to a startling halt.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Yoongi’s eyes darted towards the small ensemble of law enforcement that pushed through the crowd towards you, led by a man in a dark coat. Handcuffs clicked around your wrists and you were being dragged out. Yoongi ran to the entrance before they could take you—reaching out with assurance

“Y/n—listen to me” Your eyes were void of emotion. Frozen with complete and utter shock at the news. “Don’t say anything without a lawyer okay? I will meet you at the station with bail money”

You nodded slowly, but Yoongi wasn’t convinced you had heard him.

You were gone. Arrested. Yoongi spun around to scan the crowd—it was a critical time after all. Where was Namjoon? Yoongi looked on, searching for the Kim heir who was nowhere to be seen. His eyes landed instead on Taehyung who stood in the middle of the dance floor, a small tug at the edge of his lips.

Playing with those goddamn dice.

Jungkook’s mind went blank when he saw you. Breath quite literally stolen from his lungs. Never in a million years would he admit just how pretty you looked tonight. The soft fabric of your engagement dress fell against your body just right. Your face glowed, glitter on your eyes. Diamond choker on your neck—simple and yet dazzling.

Your lips were his favorite. Plump and glossy pout on your bored face. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to taste you. He wanted to tear it all off and ruin you.

Jungkook wasn’t cruel. He didn’t intend on arresting you in front of everyone. But the vile jealousy that built in his chest when he saw the way your fiancée, Kim Taehyung, sweep you onto the dance floor—he couldn’t help it.

The burning sight of Taehyung’s hands on your waist, face a breath away from yours, lips so close to your neck. The way he looked at you—way you looked at him. You barely knew this man—how could you look at him like that?

He had to stop it. Fists clenching he decided to arrest you then and there. The way your face fell when you saw him was priceless. You seized up at his touch, the soft click of the cuffs around your wrists where your ringless fingers lay limp. Slow, shaky, tears budding in your eyes but never spilling.

Oh how he would love to see you cry.

The moment he had you outside, all hell broke loose. You were livid. Dragging your ankles into the ground like a little brat. Rolling his eyes, Jungkook decided it would be far easier to toss you over his shoulder rather than continue putting up with your antics.

“Put me down you fucking asshole, I didn’t do this!” You screamed, kicking your pointy heels into his back. “Where the fuck is Namjoon huh? Why aren’t you arresting him, if anyone had motive—”

Jungkook suppressed an urge to snap back at you. Setting you down harshly, he pinned you against the side of his car, forearm by your cheek.

He paused, looking deep into your eyes. The rise and fall of your chest calling him closer. You glared at him with such spite. Such disgust. The thought of planting his lips on yours crossed his mind. Put that all that pent up anger to good use.

“Fuck you Jeon Jungkook” You hissed, your hot breath against his cheek. “I’m gonna get you thrown off this fucking case you piece of shit”

“That’s enough” His fingers gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him, “Do you really think any other officer in there is going to take on a case to arrest Kim Namjoon for murder? This is my chance to finally tear that stupid family to pieces and I’m not letting a spoilt little cunt like you get in my way”

Jungkook hadn’t realized how loud his voice got by the end. You looked petrified, nodding slowly. His heart squeezed as he could see a tear forming at the corner of your eye.

He let you go. Shit. Your best friend had died. You likely were just hearing about it. Clearly in denial or putting on a brave face for him. For the crowds. Turning away, he opened the door.

“Just get in”

Huffing, you did as he said, slamming the door closed. Jungkook slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine as he looked over at you again. A tear finally spilled from your eyes, causing Jungkook’s heart to jump. Dammit. Reaching nervously into his coat, he pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to you.

His fingers brushed against yours as you took it. Your skin was cold—instinctively he grabbed your hand. You flinched at his touch, pulling away but Jungkook grabbed it again, tightly, pulling it back towards him. His hold unwavering.

“I am sorry for your loss” Jungkook’s eyes softened with something bordering concern. Gulping he released your hand, diverting his gaze. A reluctant blush painting his cheeks.

Jungkook knew you weren’t his culprit. As much as he loathed you, he had no vested interest in your demise. You were collateral damage. Unfortunately for him, the Kim’s had police tucked deep in their silver lined pockets. He had to be careful. Someone was always watching.

Clearing his throat, he put the car in drive, pushing the temperature higher to help you warm up. Turning out of the parking lot, he figured he should try and get some information off record before everything you would say would literally get used against you.

“Where were you last night?”

You scoffed. “You’re not getting a fucking word out of me.”

God, he forgot what a pain in the ass you could be. Spoilt brat. “Y/n” Jungkook’s voice was stern. “I can make your life hell, or I can help you. And trust me, I’m not someone you want as an enemy”

You chuckled bitterly, “Yeah because otherwise you’d be fucking obsessed with me like you are with the Kim’s”

He slammed his hand against the wheel. “Answer the damn question, Y/n”

“Getting ready for my engagement—which you crashed, by the way”

Jungkook’s tongue rolled against his cheek. “You didn’t want to marry Kim Taehyung, did you?” He needed to know. Needed to be sure you didn’t actually care for that man.

You grinned. “Why, you jealous?”

He looked you dead in the eye. “Yes”

That shut you up. Jungkook bit back a smile as you processed his response. “Enough with the attitude. Who was making you do this—was it Jin?”

You groaned, tugging at your handcuffs in irritation. “No, it was Namjoon.”

Jungkook pursed his lips. That wasn’t true. He debated if he should tell you now or wait until you reached the precinct so you could see it with your own eyes. He had hard evidence that painted Namjoon even more so as the culprit.

Jin wanted you to marry Taehyung.

Namjoon didn’t.

⟶ One Day before the Murder ⟵

The scratch of a record. A soft echo of jazz filled the glass walls as Namjoon stood, staring out the window. The 52nd floor. Looking out at people scurrying in the dark, small as ants, truly meaningless. His employees thought he was given this office, unaware of the blood spilt for him to truly position himself as the inheritor of Kim Enterprises.

Namjoon was forged in the shadows of the charming, alluring Kim Seokjin. And Kim Seokjin was gold—magazines chased him, models threw themselves at him, colleges begged for him to attend. To the world, Jin was perfect. Which meant Namjoon had to ascend perfection.

So he did.

Jin would spend his nights partying while Namjoon would study hard. Seokjin would sleep around while Namjoon ran for miles. Seokjin would get lost in the limelight, drugs, alcohol, sex—Namjoon abstained. He was focused on one thing: he wanted his throne.

The 52nd floor was his right. The cage he had built for himself. Here he was untouchable.

Here he felt, absolutely broken. Alone. Moreso because he had spent the day preparing for your wedding. His heart ached inside his chest. He wanted to vomit. Each time he’d see your name on a wedding card or an article, he felt like he was getting brutally stabbed in the chest.

You probably didn’t know. Of course you didn’t—but Namjoon had grown truly fond of you lately. Jin had moved out at a young age, wanting to freely bring home sexual partners. You and Namjoon remained living at the Kim mansion for a few years now. The two of you had a banter—ever since the night he took advantage of you, he knew you no longer had feelings for him. He had seen the way you changed after that. While he was ridden with guilt, the hurt made you blossom into someone else entirely. You became confident, sexy, and never let a day go by that Namjoon didn’t regret treating you better.

He kept you at a distance because he needed to stay focused, but things were getting too real now. You were getting married.

You were leaving him.

And he only recently admitted to himself that he loved living with you. He loved the way you would bug him while he worked. Loved the way you would throw little tantrums when you couldn’t figure out what to wear, or after a shopping spree you would come home and try on everything for him, ignoring anything he would have to say. He would miss walking past your room to see you lying on your sheets, blanket on the floor, pillow tucked in your hold—sound asleep. He’d pick it up and cover you, admiring your face as he did.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Like a punch in the gut, Namjoon let out a sharp breath. Turning, he faced his college friend, Jung Hoseok.

Namjoon hated being vulnerable. So Hoseok was a great friend to have—because he was hardly ever in town, being a self-made supermodel. He was low risk. Disposable.

“No” Namjoon grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Hoseok chuckled, seating himself on Namjoon’s desk chair. He was wearing a bright blue jumpsuit—hair a shocking silver white.

“I can’t tell you how many bets I have that you’d fall for her one day. Damn, I’m gonna be rich”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I didn’t fall for her. I don’t give a shit about her”

Hoseok scoffed, “Mhm, sure. What I don��t get is why this fucking wedding is happening. You’re the heir now can’t you call it off? Don’t marry the woman you love off to your brother, that’s just fucked up man”

There were many times he wanted to tell you the truth. But he had worked too hard to give up his dream for you. When his mother died, Jin had agreed to surrender his birth-right to the company on two conditions.

“In exchange for the company, one of the things I had to promise Jin was that this marriage would happen”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows. “Really?” He rubbed his chin, “Interesting. What’s that about?”

Namjoon shrugged, turning back to the window. It was something he often wondered. If Jin cared about you so much—why would he force you to have an arranged marriage? To Taehyung, of all people. Taehyung who none of them had seen for over ten years. Taehyung whose whereabouts only Jin knew. And his mother, of course.

“I don’t know. But I agreed” And he knew you wouldn’t forgive him for that if you knew. He rolled his neck, denying the tears building in his eyes as he thought about you in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle next to him as he let you go. Forever.

He didn’t want your hand to leave his. He wanted to be on the other side. He wanted you to come towards him.

“What was the other condition?” Hoseok’s voice shattered his fantasy.

“He wanted to keep Nexus—Y/n’s mom’s company that my mother got in the will. I didn’t give a shit about it so.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, smirking slightly. “Nexus, huh” He mumbled under his breath. Licking his lips, he pulled out his phone. “Kim Seokjin—just what are you up to you little bastard?”

Namjoon pulled out a cigarette from his breast pocket, lighting it quietly. Taking a quick puff, he exhaled the smoke.

"I can't let her do this" His voice was hoarse. "I can't do this to her. She deserves to choose"

Hoseok rolled his eyes, standing up and walking besides Namjoon. Pulling the cigarette from his fingers, he grinned widely.

"I thought you’re the smart one, Namjoon. Jin's the problem. Get rid of him"

It wasn't as if the idea never crossed his mind. Namjoon hated Jin. Everything about Jin make him want to vomit, and yet, this was a line he couldn't cross.

Could he?

“All in”

Jin cursed inwardly. Your long fingernails traced along the edge of your cards, eyes flickering between your hand and the man in front of you. Dim casino lights accentuating the glitter on your lids, the pop of your lush lips which were grinning ever so slightly. You always looked gorgeous to him but tonight you were something else entirely.

His breath was heavy, palms sweating as he clenched his fists in desperation to keep it together. To keep his hands off. You blinked his way, innocently as if you were unaware of the teasingly low cut of your dress. The spill of your chest as you pushed your chips towards him.

As if that wasn’t enough. You laid your cards down right in front of him. Sliding them across the table. Pair of kings.

Jin didn’t even care. You would always win. And he loved that about you. It was as though you knew his thoughts before he even had them, always one step ahead, reading between the lines. You were a force to be reckoned with ever since Jin first took you to a backroom poker game years ago. With pride he’d observe your nonchalance—sending bratty chaebols running to their mother’s in tears after you swindled them out of their trust funds.

Seeing you at the table was something else. When you were in your element, your eyes would light up with a fierce blaze. With a slight of hand, you turned thousands into millions overnight. But you were never in it for the money.

You were in it for the kill.

“Fuck this, come here” Tossing his own cards aside, he beckoned for you to come to him. He needed to touch you. He couldn’t hold back.

Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you into his lap. Your scent was intoxicating. Familiar, and yet addictive. He placed his lips softly against your neck. You giggled, pulling away but he wasn’t about to let that happen.

“When did you get so pretty?” His finger trailed up your neck, tilting your chin up. Things had been tense between the two of you. The soft touches, the lingering stares—he was flirting with you. He knew he was, but he wanted to. So badly he wanted to tease you, rile you up and watch you unfold. It had taken every ounce of his self-restraint not to touch you in the shower that morning—something which hadn’t left his mind since.

“I’ve always been pretty” Your response was cocky, as expected. “You’re usually too drunk to notice”

“That” He nipped at your jaw between each word, making you giggle in the process “Is not true”

He allowed his fingers to aimlessly brush against your thighs. He looked at you enticingly, nothing but mischief on his mind. He pinched the fabric of your dress between his fingers, wanting to tear the damn thing off. Your hand covered his, halting him in his tracks.

“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop” He sighed into your skin, tongue licking under your jaw. Your sweet skin was addicting to taste, and it didn’t help that he could feel you trembling in his hold. You were confused, he knew you were. But he could see that you wanted him. He could feel it.

He hugged you closer—chest to chest, feeling the drum of your heart on his. He wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt. He was so sure he had never been attracted to you this way. Of course he loved you, there was never any question about it. But you had been like a sister to him your whole life. Lately he found himself wanting you in a way he shouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Because you were getting engaged to his younger brother. And he had known that all along.

“Jin,” Your voice was barely a whisper, “Why?” It was a valid question. One he was not ready to answer. His advances had hardly been subtle.

“You said I wasn’t giving you enough attention. So here we are. Just me…” His finger trailed up your thigh, “you” From the table, he pulled out a single card, twisted between two fingers which he slid down the side of your face before pulling it away so sharply, a drop of blood trickled from your cheek.

“And a deck of cards” He leaned in, lips brushing against the tiny cut in a soft peck.

“Stop fucking around Jin” Standing up from his lap, you looked him dead in the eye. “I’m getting married to Taehyung. Your brother, who you love.”

Jin tilted his head in irritation. He absolutely hated being told no, it wasn’t something he typically had to deal with. Frustration boiled in his veins, the confusion so overwhelming it made his head spin.

The reality that he was falling for you. Hard.

He gulped, staring at you. Eyes softening as silence filled the air. He felt choked, throat gripping in anticipation of what he should say next—if he would actually say what he knew you both were feeling out loud.

There was a knock on the door. Instinctively, Jin grabbed your wrist, holding it firmly.

“Mr. Kim, you have a phone call”

The door opened, allowing one of Jin’s guards to walk in and hand him his cell. You motioned to excuse yourself, mouthing the word 'bathroom'.

Jin nodded, pressing the cell to his ear.

“Mr. Kim,”

The distorted voice through the phone gave him chills. His heart pounded through his head, veins pulsing with anger.

“Did you forget about me?”

He glanced at his guard—whose eyes were questioning him with worry. He tensed his shoulders before nodding at his guards softly, indicating for them to act accordingly.

“You’re making this too easy Kim. Shouldn’t leave your most prized possession unattended. I could just snap her pretty neck”

Jin could only hear his own racing pulse. Anxiety gripping his chest with desperation—you couldn’t be in danger. He had no idea the chaos that would ensue if there was even a scratch on your body under his watch.

“Then again, I’d much rather snap yours”

Jin lunged forward, a mere millisecond before a bullet shot through, piercing his guard in the gut. The man fell over, not before two more guards arrived in a panic. Blood began to pool on the dark red carpet. It was almost despicable how the color matched.

Jin felt dizzy, his body acting purely on instinct where his mind simply couldn’t catch up. He could feel a heaviness in his throat, but now was not the time. Where were you—you went to the bathroom—he had to get you out of here— and so he ran. Faster than he ever had. Mind empty except for the need to keep you safe.

Slipping quickly through the hall, Jin rushed over to the bathroom, locked from the inside. He pounded against the door, a sweat breaking across his forehead. What if—no. Don’t think like that.

He shuddered, imagining the worst. Throwing himself at the door, he screamed out in frustration.

“Y/n!” He never used your name. Not unless it was serious. “It’s me, we need to go, now” He paused, catching his breath as he heard the lock click from the inside. The door swung open and there you were, a disoriented look on your face.

“What’s going on—” Without so much as a second thought, Jin grabbed your wrist, pulling you through a back exit—ignoring the blaring fire alarms that went off as he kicked the door open. His guards pulled a car around.

Settling in the back seat with you glued to his side, he barked at his guards “Safehouse, now”

He was trembling. Not even realizing how tightly he was still holding your hand. So lost that he didn’t hear you calling his name frantically—“Jin what the fuck is going on?”

A shaky exhale left his lips at your words. Almost out of sheer desperation he turned, pulling you into his lap where he cupped your face. You were so close. Close enough that he could almost taste the sweat on your neck. You held him, allowing his hands to roam your body in assurance that you were alive. That you were okay.

He tried not to entertain the thought. To appreciate that you had survived, but his mind couldn’t help but wander as he gazed into your sweet eyes—what the fuck would he have done if something had happened to you?

His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips. He gulped. He needed you. Tempted to slam his lips onto yours, but instead just breathing you in, letting his eyelashes brush against your face. Holding you in a tight embrace. Tears rolling down his face.

It was as though in that moment, everything became so clear. For a moment he swore that nothing made more sense than you in his arms. You consumed him. You were a fever, he woke up burning, went asleep in sweats—he craved you, like a man on the brink of insanity. If this was love, he wanted to drown in it. He couldn’t breathe—not if you weren’t besides him. You were beautiful, flawed, and simply everything he ever wanted.

“I can’t—”

He choked on a sob, looking at you again. There was more said in those two simple words. Everything he needed to communicate, and he knew you would understand “Princess, I can’t”

The tears fell harder. His walls came crashing down, all he had held back seemed to overflow. The fear of losing you triggering so many pent up emotions that he couldn’t take it. His body trembled.

“Fuck” He cried out in frustration, almost tasting your lips against his own. Fingers tightly intertwined in your hair. He didn’t have it in him anymore. He couldn’t hold back.

Except he had to.

“Jin,” Your tone shifted. He understood it—it was pleading. Your eyes were wide with confusion, with want. Your lips—your sweet lips, he could only image how amazing they would feel. The world would fade away in an instant and he would be lost in your touch. He would kiss you everywhere. All night long. He would never let go.

His breath was shaky, cutting his desire to cry harder. Letting his eyes fall shut, he pushed you off of him, turning his back towards you. He could hear you scoff and swore his heart shattered. He didn’t want to hurt you. He was equally perplexed at how quickly his love for you and surfaced within the past few days. It had been there all along, but now that you were forbidden, it came pouring out of his every move.

He shook his head. There was no point in starting something that couldn’t be finished. If he were honest with you, you would end up getting hurt in the worst way possible. If you knew all the lies he had told you, all the secrets he kept. All the ways in which he used you as a puppet for his own gain. Jin wasn’t proud of who he was. And surely, you deserved better.

“I’m sorry” The words hung heavy in the thick, disappointing silence. The tension throbbing in his veins as the drive continued on in the dark night.

The second the car pulled into the safehouse, you pushed yourself off of him—jumping out of the car. Jin followed as you began to run—grabbing your wrist before you could.

“Let go of me” You hissed, tugging at his grip.

“No” With a jerk of his arm he pulled you towards him.

Cricked chirped in the dead of the night—there was no living soul for miles. The stars shone brightly through the chilly wind and there you were.

Kissing him.

⟶ Years before the murder ⟵

“Tell me about the dice”

Back & forth. The steady creaking of the bed as the patient sat, curled up into himself. Across the room Jimin sat, waiting, observing. The patient was staring into the palm of his hand. Two red die, rolling around in his palm.

He had been at it for a while, not uttering a single word. But Jimin was trained for this. He was nothing if not patient. He could dig at his patient for hours until he would get them to bend to his will. Persistence, determination, delayed gratification, these things came to him easily.

Jimin cleared his throat, “Nurses are telling me you throw a fit when they try to take those away from you. It must bring you a lot of comfort”

The patient continued to ignore him.

“I understand you are very fond of playing cards” Jimin flipped through his files. “Want to tell me about that? Do you like gambling?”

The patient stilled his wrist, closing his long fingers over the dice. “She gave them to me”

Jimin raised his eyebrows. Finally. He was breaking through to him. He was so close to getting what he needed he was practically salivating. So close to getting all the information he needed.

He set his notebook aside, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked at his patient with sincerity. He was careful with the way he spoke, never wanting his patients to feel patronized, judged or scrutinized. He needed his patients to trust him. To confide in him without holding anything back.

“Why don’t you tell me about her, Taehyung?”

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