#I LOVE SEOKJIN HE'S VERY HANDSOME

[2hightocare]

NO NUT NOVEMBER.

Synopsis: Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.

Pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings— SMUT! cussing, kind of drunk sex?, dirty talk, anal, squirting, spanking, size kink!!!!, jk is pussy whipped, jk eating you out, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) rough sex!!, crying from pleasure, hair pulling, fluff at the very end,

a/n: someone lock me the fuck up… this is in the KUWTB universe, jus wanted to get into jk and oc sex life more… enjoy🥹🤍

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“I am not betting a thousand on Jungkook for no nut; November be fucking for real; he’s going to lose twenty minutes in.” Namjoon says knowing his friend and knowing how you have him wrapped around your pinky will have him losing money.

“I can go a whole month without sex, motherfuckers.” Jungkook gasps, running a hand through his wet hair from his previous shower.

It was Halloween night, and the boys just came back from accompanying Iseul and Ye Joon trick or treating down the neighborhood.

“I’m taking my baby to the rich neighborhoods so she can get the full-size candy bars.” Jungkook squeezes Iseul's cheeks, trying to avoid the cute bunny face paint you had drawn on. Your husband, without thinking twice, matched her outfit with the big fluffy bunny ears on the top of his head, bobbing on his head whenever he would move around.

"You literally live in a rich neighborhood.” Ari scolds, sending Jungkook's arm flying up in his defense.

"Trust, I won’t fuck up!” Jungkook defends himself while the boys have a hard time believing him; the boys only sighed before agreeing.

…

 

Jungkook couldn’t do it; his dick immediately hardened as he saw you walking down the stairs in your playboy bunny costume, the small black leather skirt that barely covers your ass, and your black thong visible to everyone. The black long-sleeve crop top and the bunny ears had him stressing and wishing he wouldn’t have made that bet.

“Fuck, you look beautiful, baby." Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. His hand lowered to your ass before giving a soft squeeze; you didn’t even bat an eye.

“Thank you, my love.” You give him a quick peck before looking down at his all-black outfit. “You look handsome, daddy,” you wink before walking to the kitchen where Eunbi and Jia were.

You had taken a new habit of calling Jungkook Daddy a joke, and he knew that, but right now the word just worsened the hard problem he has in his pants.

It’s around three in the morning now, and the house is a mess. Iseul is staying with your mother-in-law, who volunteered to take care of her for the night. You were definitely drunk; Ari and Lora came in the house already fucked up, and them being bad influences made you and all the girls take shot after shot, so here you were dancing in your living room as the guys sat on the couch watching you all.

“I think I might owe you all a thousand." Jungkook sighs at his friends. Who’s head snaps at him in shock? “You fucking lost already; are you serious? It's been like three hours!?” Seokjin gasps, and Jimin giggles beside him.

That’s when everyone pulls their wallets and drops wads of cash in Jimin's hands. “I fucking told you he wouldn’t last." Jimin snickers as he counts the money in his hands.

“You guys have no faith in me! I haven’t done anything."Jungkook whispers the last part, "Oh." Jimin says he is disappointed before handing the money back to the corresponding boys.

“Then why do you say that?" Hoseok sighs, putting the hundred back in his wallet before tucking it in his back pocket.

“She’s dressed as a playboy bunny!! A sexy ass playboy bunny.” Jungkook whispers, “Please come on; you would fuck y/n in a garbage bag.” Yoongi says, before sending a signal to Eunbi to stop drinking, to which she only nods 'no', making Yoongi stand up and march her way.

“She would look good in anything—better without anything, actually.” Jungkook says as he sees you down, another shot making him shoot up his seat.

“No more alcohol for you, baby.” He takes the shot glass out of your hands, putting his arm around your waist to keep you stabilized. "Babyyy,” you pout, looking up at him, fisting his shirt, and pulling him closer to your face. 

“What princess?” He says softly, your faces almost touching each other; he can smell the alcohol. “I’m so drunk.” You slur with a goofy smile on your face, gripping onto his shoulders, raising your legs behind you, and reaching for your heel, making you stumble backwards just for Yoongi and Jungkook to stabilize you.

"Yeah, we’re leaving,” Yoongi says as he holds onto Eunbi, who’s slurring a bunch of nonsense, “but I don’t want to leave!" Eunbi whines as Yoongi chuckles as he drags her to the front door.

“We should leave too, then,” all the boys say, standing up and wishing everyone goodbye. “Let’s go, my love,” Taehyung tells Ari, who’s lying on the ground, her police officer outfit long gone, replaced with the big t-shirt you had handed her earlier.

"Nooo, I want to stay with y/n!” She gets picked up by Taehyung, who shushes her with a kiss. “You reek like alcohol,” he chuckles before giving Jungkook a head nod and walking out, Jimin and Namjoon following behind them, being the last ones out, the rest long gone.

Jungkook lays you on the couch, kneeling down, unstrapping your heels, and taking them off before kissing the top of your shin. Making you moan in relief.

“My feet hurt so bad!” You whine loudly before bringing your feet into your chest, making your skirt ride up, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your covered pussy. 

He wanted nothing to open your legs, put your panties aside, and eat you out at that moment, but one, you were drunk, and two, the stupid bet he made yesterday. So instead of doing all that, he stood up and made his way to the main door, locking it before making his way back to you, taking his dirty shirt off in the process.

“You are so hot... Could you maybe have my baby?” You pout, looking up at him, who’s hovering over you with a smile on his face. “You already had my baby, princess.” He chuckles at you, making grabby hands up at him.

“Then another one?” You slur with the goofiest smile on your face as he picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck. “You would slap yourself if you heard yourself right now, baby.” He laughs as you snuggle your face into his neck. 

“If it’s a girl, what would we name her?” You slur your words as Jungkook starts making his way upstairs to your guy's room. “I don’t know, princess, do you know?” He asks you, taking one step at a time. 

“I like Nabi," you giggle. “I like Nabi.” Jungkook repeats after you, giving your puffed-out cheek a wet kiss. “And if it’s a boy, we can name it Junior.” Jungkook suggests entering your guys room.

“Ew no!” You shake your head, sticking your tongue out like you just ate something disgusting. “That’s offensive; you don’t like my name?” Jungkook puts you gently on the bed, crossing his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex as he watches you bite your lip while you look up to him.

“Of course I do. It’s just that’s the name I scream out when I’m getting railed. I don’t want my son to have that name." You shiver from the thought, leaving Jungkook speechless from your boldness.

“Y/n!” He chokes out, "What? I’m being honest!” You slur, trying to put your shirt over your head, only to get stuck with your hands up in the air. “Help me!" you whine.

Your husband laughs immediately, helping you take your shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. He watches you struggle to reach behind you to unclip your bra. 

“Turn around, baby; let me help.” He orders, and who are you to say no?

“Mkay,” you say, turning around and letting Jungkook unclip it with his hand, making your bra drop onto the bed. And with that, you fall face-first into the bed. "Yeah, no, get up. We need to brush your teeth and take your makeup off. Come on.” Jungkook picks up your frame as you whine loudly. 

As Jungkook drags you to your guy's shared bathroom in only your skirt, Jungkook sets you up on the sink, and you bring your knees up against you again, making Jungkook want to run into a wall.

Seeing you with your smudge eyeliner and mascara has his thoughts running wild. You are topless, and the tiniest skirt he has ever seen you wear has him imagining how he could bend you over, lift your skirt up, and fuck you raw.

He shakes his thoughts off, getting your light pink toothbrush and lathering it with toothpaste before passing it to you. You lazily brush your teeth with your eyes closed, making small sounds at random times as Jungkook brushes his teeth as well.

“I'm dizzy.. My head is spinning.” You giggle as toothpaste is still in your mouth before spitting it out. Jungkook makes a little bowl with his hand, putting his palm underneath the water and accumulating a good amount before bringing it into your mouth, which you then swish around your mouth before spitting it out into the sink.

“All done," you clap your hands, trying to get off the counter.

“You need to take your makeup off; where are your makeup wipes?” Jungkook asks as he goes through all your skincare and makeup.

“How the fuck do you know what a makeup wipe is?" You slur, your brows furrowing, as you wrap your arms around your legs and up your chest. “Baby what?” Jungkook laughs at your question, knowing he has taken off your makeup countless times before this one.

“I'm mad now.” You pout, pushing your husband's hands off your knees. "Baby, please, I have only taken your makeup off. I promise." Jungkook raises his pinky, which you only glare at.

“Did you fuck her in the legs-up position? Because that’s our position.” You slur once again, making Jungkook chuckle in front of you.

“Baby, trust me, I would not fuck anyone in any position that isn’t you,” he reassures as you stare at his pinky that’s still in the air. “Okay,” you pout in defeat, interlocking your pinky with his.

“You can’t be lying because that’s a pinky promise,” you warn. “Of course, baby,” he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead before opening the small packet. “Be gentle," you whine as you stare at your shirtless boyfriend, who takes a wipeout.

He only nods, holding your neck like a necklace to keep your head straight, and starts taking off your makeup. “I’m hungry,” you say as your eyes flutter closed.

“It’s three in the morning, princess; there's nothing open right now.” Jungkook smiles at your scrunched-up expression. “Did you eat all the cookies?" You peek your eye open. “Maybe..” Jungkook whispers, dropping the dirty wipe in the trash can beside him.

“What! You don’t even share with me anymore.” You mumble as Jungkook picks you up and makes his way to your shared bed, dropping you on it. “I share everything with you, baby,” he says as he undoes his pants to slide into bed with you.

You stare at your husband through your eyelashes as you struggle to take off your skirt. “Need help?” Jungkook chuckles under breath as his pants fall to the ground, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers, his print clearly visible.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side to get a better view in between his pants as he reaches for the zipper on your skirt, pulling it down. "Up, baby,” he orders. You do as he says and raise your bottom up, letting him pull your skirt off, leaving you in your thong.

Jungkook drops the skirt on the floor as he watches you lying on the bed with nothing but the black piece of clothing covering your center. His breath rises as he watches you reach between your legs and move your panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of you.

“I’m so wet, baby, help me,” you whine as you run a finger through your drenched slit. "Baby, I can’t,” he hushes as his dick twitches in his briefs. 

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I promise.” You mumble, giving your pussy a little slap. “Fuck,” you moan.

Jungkook very much wanted nothing but to slam into you in this exact moment, but did he really not have self-control when it came to you? He thought to himself.

"Please... if not, I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers.” You giggled, bringing your index and middle fingers up to your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue on the tips, all while remaining eye contact with your husband, who’s fighting with himself whenever he wants to control himself or fuck you into the mattress.

But when Jungkook saw you insert a finger, he realized he didn’t have self-control when it came to you, and actually, he could give zero fucks about it, plus one thousand was nothing compared to you.

“Fuck it!” Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hands before pinning them up to your head, making you giggle loudly. “Hi.” You giggle as his face is just a few inches away from yours, and his eyes scan your face. “Hi.” He chuckles and smashes his lips against yours.

You moan softly as he wastes no time inserting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, making noise each time you part apart to breathe. Jungkook abandons your lips, moving to your neck, licking, sucking, and blowing.

“I want to eat you out,” he mumbles into your neck between sucking, leaving purplish red marks. He slowly makes his way down your body, all while remaining in eye contact with you. You use your elbows to prop yourself up, getting a clear view of your husband between your legs.

He chuckles, blowing a kiss to your clit making your hips buck forward, a choked moan leaves your mouth. “You’re dripping for me." He runs a finger through your puffy slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy. 

You feel your wetness ooze down to your puckered hole and maybe even to the gray sheets underneath you. Jungkook tauntingly hovered over your aching center. “Please, fuck,” you buck your hips up again, making him pin you down.

Jungkook gives your cunt a long and slow lick, “shit.” You whine, your legs squeezing around his face, as he starts lapping on your clit, swirling and sucking. His saliva and your juices mixing together.

He pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy more for him. As he continues to suck harshly on your clit your fingers rake in his hair, pulling roughly whenever he would non-stop flick his tongue on your bud, making you shake. "Fuck, you’re going to make cum.” Your eyes roll back into your head.

Jungkooks cock is painfully hard in his briefs; he shifts from his position in hope to relieve some of the pressure, but it only twitches in return. Your husband brings his tattooed fingers in front of your face and says, "Suck.” He orders, and he doesn't have to ask twice.

You grab ahold of his hand and insert his three large fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue on the tip and sucking like you would if you were on your knees in front of him.

A rush of blood rushes to his cock as he watches you suck on his fingers. You pop his fingers out of your mouth.

He tugs on your clit one last time before rubbing your sensitive bud slowly. You choke out a moan.

Jungkook inserts one of his finger pumping it in and out of your gummy walls, sending you back into the mattress. “Fuck yes,” you cry. He inserts a second finger, pumping them out quickly, curling them inside you, and hitting your spot each time. You grip tightly onto the sheet as you start to feel dizzy. “I’m coming, shit shit shit,” you cry out. You try to push Jungkook off you as he slides his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, with his tongue flicking your clit sending you over the edge.

Your mouth hangs open as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your pussy clenches around Jungkook's fingers. A rush of fluid squirts out of you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.

“pretty.” Jungkook chuckles under his breath, giving your pussy a small slap and making you whine from the overstimulation.

Jungkook stands up, watching you squeeze your legs together with your eyes closed and chest heaving. “You good, baby?” He leans over, kissing your face over and over again until you peek your eyes open, and you giggle nonstop.

“Fuck!” You giggle, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow. “So good,” you giggle, “yeah?” He smirks, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Mhm.” You nod, kissing him back. “Let me return the favor.” You reach for his huge hard on, squeezing.

“Let me just fuck you.” He whispers into your mouth as you giggle in response.

“Okay.” You nod. Jungkook slowly stands up from the bed as you watch him push down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He grabs ahold of the base, giving it a squeeze, and runs his thumb along his aching red slit before walking closer to you. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He spits down, letting his saliva drip down onto his cock before giving it two pumps, “legs up. ” He taps your thigh for you to do as he says.

You giggle, pushing your legs up, giving your husband an amazing view of your drenched spread out, dripping core.

“Fuck,” he says, aligning himself with your hole and slapping his cock on your pussy multiple times. "Shit, ah,” you moan, digging your nails into your thighs.

Jungkook watches as you clench your pussy over nothing, making his cock twitch. He runs his length over your slit before sliding into you. “Oh shit.” You gasp, biting your lip harshly.

Jungkook has always been too big for you, always stretching you out deliciously every time you had sex. Your pussy always took him so well.

"Shit, shit, shit,” you say, closing your eyes as you feel the burn of him sliding deeper into you. “You can take it, baby.” He hushes, pushing in deeper, and he rubs your clit with his thumb, trying to ease you. 

You can feel him all the way into your belly as he finally is all the way in you. “You take me so well, fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans as you clench non-stop around him.

"Move, fuck, ah,” you cry. You didn’t have to ask twice, as he started sliding out of your hole before slamming back in. Your nails dig into your thighs, leaving marks as he continues to slide in and out of you repeatedly. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slams roughly into you. His hands push your legs down to your chest as he fucks into you, his cock spreading your walls and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

Jungkook watches his cock disappear into your messy wet cunt; he watches how you spasm every time he pounds into you; your pussy squirts every time he pulls out; but he doesn’t stop; he continues to slam back in.

Tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure in your core as you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook says between gritted teeth, as you only reply with a moan.

“Look at you squirting all over my cock.” He pulls out, spurs of liquid come rushing out of you, and your legs shake as your pussy convulses from each spurt. “Ahh fuck.” You moan as Jungkook rubs your pussy; your hands reach for his, trying to push him away, but failing as you orgasm with a long, loud moan.

“Good girl.” He groans.

“I can't... fuck,” you choke out, trying to catch your breath. "Yes, you can." Jungkook flips you over to your stomach. “Ass up.” He demands giving your ass a spank. 

You bring your ass up in the air, leaving your upper body laying on the bed totally spent. “Fuck pussy, so messy." Jungkook runs his cock through your pussy before sliding back in.

"Shit, this angle fucks me up,” he groans, getting ahold of your waist and squeezing roughly, probably leaving marks, as he slams into you. You dig your head into the mattress, biting onto the sheets, silencing your screams. The wet sound of him pounding into you and your screams are the only things being heard in the room.

“You love being fucked like this, huh?” He moans, pounding into you from behind. You don’t reply. 

He pulls out and pulls your hair up. “Answer me. You love being fucked like this, huh?” He whispers into your ear, your back arched against him.

“Yes.” You cry, and tears stream down your face. “Yes what? Baby.” He chuckles from your disheveled state, “I love being fucked like this.” You stutter over your words; the only thing your brain can comprehend is that you wanted to come again for the third time.

And with that, he lets you go. As you fall back down onto the bed, Jungkook spreads your ass cheeks, watching your pussy and asshole clench over nothing. “Spread open.” He orders you.

Jungkook watches how you do as he says and spread yourself open for him. He takes the base of his cock and aligns himself with your other hole. He rubs over some of your arousal to your asshole, inserting the tip of his cock before pushing the rest of his length inside you, “Fuckk.” You moan loudly, "Relax, baby.” He groans loudly at how tight it is.

This is not the first time Jungkook has fucked your ass, but the stretch of his cock always feels like the first time. He stays for a few moments, still waiting for you to adjust. "Go," you whimper. A green light for him to thrust.

He spreads you open more, watching his cock slip out of your hole before thrusting back in slowly. You moan under him, and you reach under him, rubbing your clit softly as tears run down your cheeks.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Jungkook moans, squeezing your ass and restraining himself from pounding into you at that very moment.

You insert two of your fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out as Jungkook slides his cock into your ass. "Faster, please,” you whine, fucking your fingers into you as Jungkook speeds up his movements.

Your legs shake barely holding up as he pounds into roughly moaning loudly each time you clench, “You fucking like that?” He chokes out each slam he thrusts into you. “Keep taking it, baby.” His balls slam into your pussy, which each push.

“Fuck so good.” He moans, not stopping his movements. Both of you are sweating as you bite down on the gray sheets, feeling your pussy spasms with liquid with each thrust. “I’m coming.” You shriek,

“Go ahead, baby.” Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you shake underneath him. His body locks up, and black and white spots fill his vision as his dick twitches in you before spilling his seed into you with a loud groan.

“Oh fuck.” Jungkook pants as he slides out of your ass, his come oozing out of you. You fall onto the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you whimper softly from the outstanding orgasm you just went through.

"Fuck, are you okay, baby?” Jungkook makes his way to you, flipping you over to be able to see your face. You whimper softly with your hands covering your face. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?” He panics, shooting straight up and taking your hands off your face.

He sees the tears streaming down your face, and that sends a blow to his heart. "Baby, where does it hurt?” He scans your body and tries to soothe your shaking legs, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs.

“I’m okay.” You whimper between cries. 

“Then why are you crying, my love?” He pulls you up into a sitting position before kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "felt so good.” You cry. A wave of relief hits Jungkook. "Baby," he chuckles, giving you kisses all over your face.

“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” You cry as he laughs softly while standing up, finding his briefs on the ground before stepping into them. He goes into your guys' shared closet looking for a pair of underwear for you and one of his shirts.

"Here, baby, let me help you.” He makes his way to you; he sits beside you as he helps you put on your panties and his shirt.

“Do you need anything?” Jungkook asks, putting your hair behind your ear. “No, I'm super tired; I want to cuddle.” You say snuggling under the covers with a big smile on your face, and Jungkook follows in beside you.

…

The next morning, Jungkook called in for an emergency meeting as he was waiting for the boys to come in. Taehyung arrives first with a guilty expression on his face, and before Jungkook could ask what’s up, Hoseok and Namjoon come striding in. And not long after all the boys started striding in.

“So..” Jungkook starts, “I fucked up.” And with that, he drops a thousand on the table in front of the boys. Nobody moves, and nobody says anything until,

"Oh, thank God, and I thought it was going to be just me." Taehyung drops a wad of cash, with the rest of the boys following along, dropping cash on the table.

“Are you fucking serious!?” Namjoon stares at his friends with his jaw wide open. “Am I the only one who took this seriously?” Namjoon shook his head at his friends.

“Honestly, I don't regret it at all.” Jungkook shrugs.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #37 - Pierced]

“When Jungkook’s lip ring finally healed and you can’t resist each other anymore.”

Genre: Smut, married life!AU

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, switch!Reader, it goes from Dom!Kook to sub!Kook to Dom!Kook, tattooed & pierced!JK, he’s got his lip & nipples pierced, he ties his long hair together nfdnf, muscle & strength kink, lil bit of thigh riding, sex outside on a sun bed, messy oral (f.receiving), some biting, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, she rides him to an orgasm, body hair kink aye, she smothers him with her tits, nipple sucking, lotsa drool, subby boy tears, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation, he has such a lose tongue, they are very horny & needy & just wanna fuck, cuddly aftercare, they are in love!!

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: there is no thought behind this drabble. it’s a crime that i never wrote about his lip ring until now. enjoy besties, this was created from the depths of my pussy 🧡

You are in the little greenhouse in your garden when Jungkook comes home. Your tomato plants, which you and Jungkook have carefully raised from infant seedlings to healthy six foot plants, are finally starting to flower and you are currently making sure that no bugs or other insects nibble on them. Yes, you are very protective over your tomato plants. 

After reading an article about self-sustaining living, you developed an obsession with growing as much of your food as possible. You asked Hoseok for help – given how he is already a complete expert at it – and Seokjin gave you some tips as well. Jungkook called it way too time consuming at first, but soon gave in with a fond smile. He even helped you build the greenhouse and soon after, the plant growing fever took a hold of him as well. 

It was when the first of your tomato seed experiments grew a little sprout. You can still remember how Jungkook called you in the middle of your shift with the great news of “babe, you won’t believe what just happened but tomato number ten just grew a sprout.” It was a truly exciting day in your marriage. 

Now come early summer and all your vegetable and fruit plants are thriving, ready to be pollinated and later carry fruit. 

The glass door opens and Jungkook steps inside. 

“Hey there.”

You turn, placing the sheers down on your working table. 

“And?” you ask him, eyeing it. 

There was something else new in your relationship. It was on Jungkook’s body, his lower lip to be more exact. A small metal ring close to the right corner of his mouth. A lip piercing. 

It was a well-thought-through decision of his’, one you completely support. Not only because it is his body and he can decorate it with whatever he wants, but also because you always had a gist that he would look amazing with a lip piercing. And you were correct. He looks so handsome with it. Truly, each day you fall more and more in love with this man. 

The only downside came with the healing. No touching except for when he has to clean it. That is what the piercer told Jungkook. Which meant no kissing and truly, it left you feeling unbearably needy for him. Eight long and grueling weeks of not being able to kiss your husband. It sounds like torture and it truly was. Especially because you and he were so used to kissing all the time. Soft little morning pecks, sweet goodbye kisses, the relieved smooch of comfort after a long work day, sleepy kisses, desperate making out or the loving surprise kiss throughout the day. You and your husband love kissing. So to be unable to feel each other’s lips for eight long weeks felt like torture. You tried to kiss him one time, but that ended in Jungkook yelping up in pain and bleeding a little. You apologised a million times with tears in your eyes whilst he assured you that it wasn’t your fault and after that, you never tried to kiss again.

Today however, you hope that he comes bearing good news. 

“And? What did he say? Has it healed?”

Jungkook steps closer, but stays silent. 

“Talk to me, I can’t take the silence” you whine, shrugging off your gloves. 

He takes another step. 

“Come on, tell me. I wanna know”, you stress, stomping your foot. Truth was, you have been sitting on needles the entire day, wishing for his quick return. All you did today was take care of your garden and think of Jungkook’s kiss. If he doesn’t answer you soon – or take your face to kiss you stupid – you will burst. You can’t bear the longing anymore.

“Kookie, please tell me”, you plead, staring at his lips. 

Jungkook breaks the last of the distance between the two of you, cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. 

Your knees buckle, a moan slips past your lips. Everything that was wrong is right again. The world finally starts turning and colour returns to your universe. You are kissing your husband! You tilt your body back as Jungkook presses himself into you, your arms hook behind his head. Holy fuck. Yes.

You grab a bundle of his long hair, twisting it to the point where Jungkook moans into your mouth. Or perhaps he is moaning because all he has been craving was your kiss. Driving home from the piercer with news of finally having healed sitting heavily on his heart was torture. All he wanted to be was to be home with you and have you in his arms. Eight weeks without your kiss and Jungkook had reached his breaking point. If he had to live without your kiss for even one second longer, he would have actually combusted.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, breathing just as heavily as you. He didn’t want to break it, but air was sparse in his lungs. Fuck, if he could live on only your kiss, he would. But alas, he has to breathe, running his hands over your face as if it was the first time he ever touches you.

“I missed you”, he whispers, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Me too, Kook. More, kiss me please.”

Jungkook obeys gladly, kissing you so deeply that nothing could separate the two of you. His strong arm slings around your waist, pressing you into his body. His long fingers close around you, reminding you why it is so nice to be touched by him. He does it with so much tenderness, but also with just enough strength to let you know that he was there. That you were his' and that he intends on never letting you go. 

You run your hand down his torso until you can touch his waist. He shivers and pushes you until the back of your legs hit the edge of the work table. Like this, he can cage you in and keep you right there with him. Not that he needs to do anything for that. You want to be with him. This is all you crave. 

You gasp for air again. Your faces are barely apart. His cock is hard. Well, not completely but still swollen enough that you can feel it poke your tummy. You grind yourself against it, feasting on the desperate whimper he lets out. You are so turned on yourself. Your desperation is soaking your panties. His kiss and loving touch does that to you.

“Fuck”, he chuckles breathily, “you’re messing with me.”

“I can feel it”, you sigh, “I’m so wet too.”

“It’s been too long.”

“Kook, just fucking take me.”

“Jump.”

You follow instantly. Jungkook catches you safely, tensing his muscles just for you. You fucking love to be in his arms and feel him tense. It gets you so fucking wet. Moaning his name, you cup his face and pull him into a kiss.

The walk back to the house gets difficult, but Jungkook wouldn’t want it any other way. These few seconds without your kiss where you talked felt like torture. He needs your faces to literally melt with each other. He missed you so goddamn much.

Jungkook manages as far as the terrace and then he has to drop you. Not because you grew too heavy for him, but because he needed you so bad that it got impossible to walk. So he sets you down gently, massaging your hips. He breaks the kiss, holding your hips to grind you against him. He makes sure to lift his leg so your pussy was grinding on his thigh. You whimper because of it, looking up at him with glassy, droopy eyes.

“Koo…”

“I need you to lie down, baby”, he rasps, “I fucking can’t wait any longer.”

“The sun bed?”

“Yeah, please. If you want.”

“I want to. You?”

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about you the whole drive home ‘course I fucking want you”, he says and pushes his thigh against your pussy, making you moan, “please. Please lie down for me.”

“You’re so hot, fuck”, you say and step back. You waste no time getting naked. You would have to fumble with your clothes later either way. It’s better to get it over with now and safe yourself the trouble.

“Fuck, sweetheart”, Jungkook moans, watching you with heavy eyes. He tongues his lip ring, driving you mad with it.

You step out of your sundress and panties and finally lie down on the sun bed. You give him a sensual writhe, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“And now?” you ask him.

Jungkook takes off his shirt and shorts. He knows that he won’t be needing them anymore. His cock is completely hard, slapping against his toned stomach and leaking the prettiest droplets of excitement.

“So pretty”, you whine, “Koo, I want you.”

Jungkook takes his heavy cock and jerks it twice, “you can”, he lulls, falling to his knees in front of you. He grabs you by your ankles and tugs you to the edge even if that makes you squeak and later giggle.

“This was so much fun”, you squeal.

He chuckles, eyes glued to your glistening pussy and hands running along your inner thighs, “you’re so cute”, he says and pushes gently, nudging your legs open so he can lower himself to your pussy.

“Oh?” you squeak, tensing up, “o-oh”, you relax in a shudder, arching your back seconds later, “holy fuck.”

Jungkook growls against you, gripping your waist to give it a needy squeeze.

“I missed you”, he moans, “holy fuck, you’re heaven”, he adds and buries his face back in your leaking cunt. He doesn’t think about cleanliness right now. He is messy and sloppy and fucking dirty in the way he eats your pussy and he wouldn’t want it any other way. He can finally have you again, taste you, feel you, experience you and make you moan so fucking sweetly. Eight long weeks without your taste. Jungkook never wants to experience such agonies again. He felt like an addict denied of his favourite drug. And now he needs to be covered in you. It is all he needs.

“Slow please”, you beg with trembling thighs, “Koo, you’re too fast oh god.”

Eight long weeks without feeling his tongue. Bear in mind, you weren’t abstinent from each other. You still touched each other, made the other cum and found yourselves lost in deep rolls of your hips. It never felt truly fulfilling of course because you weren’t able to kiss, but you weren’t completely abstinent from each other. So you shouldn’t be that sensitive right now. But you are. His tongue feels like paradise. A paradise which is currently making your legs shake like there is no tomorrow.

He is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. His tongue can’t seem to stay at one place for too long as greed for more of you always keeps it busy. His lips are sucking and kissing every inch of your pussy until she feels all puffy and sensitive. You can feel his lip ring whenever he closes his lips around you. Hard, thin metal, hot from his body and your pussy and incredibly maddening to experience. There is this little grinding sensation whenever he uses his lips on you. You can’t get enough of it, reaching down to twist his hair.

You mess it up the point where it hangs into his face and gets stuck between his lips and your pussy.

“Baby”, he breaks away, “stop tugging so much, you’re messing up my hair.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so good. Don’t stop, please”, you whine, tugging him closer. More of his hair falls into his face. Jungkook chuckles and with a gentle shake of his head, shakes off your hands.

“No, please”, you beg, trying and failing to reach for him.

He leans back. You look at him with a big pout. It gets washed away instantly as you watch him use his teeth to take off the black hair tie from his wrist. He keeps it tangling between them, staring at you with half-lidded eyes. His lips glisten in your juices, his lip ring is wet from your sex. He reaches behind his own head and combs his hair back. His tattooed, sculpted arms flex and tense as he works, making you whimper because all you need is him. All of him. You need him so bad.

Once he is happy with the style, he holds up the ponytail with one hand and uses the other to get the hair tie. His arms pulsate and flex as he secures it, his chest stretches in the position, his nipple piercings practically beg for your attention.

Jungkook finally finishes the ponytail, giving you a taunting smirk. He is aware how into the little show you were.

“Kook please”, you beg, opening your legs for him.

“I’m obsessed with you”, he growls and grabs your hips. He spits on your pussy only to smother himself with you a second later and slurp up the mess he just made. He uses his entire head for the movements, changing between sucking your pussy and grinding the flat of his tongue against it.

“Kook”, you mewl, reaching for his hands. You know that you can’t hold his hair anymore. He made sure of that when he tied it back. But you still need to hold something of him. He makes you shake so much that you need to hold him for encouragement. He allows you to intertwine your fingers with him, running his thumbs over your skin in a soothing manner. It almost feels like mockery, how gently he soothes you while his mouth makes you shake so uncontrollably. A mockery you enjoy to the fullest because you get to hold Jungkook’s hands and that’s the best thing ever!

“You have no idea how much I needed this”, he rasps, letting his voice vibrate against your clit, “I want you to cum like this, baby. It’s all I need.”

“Soon”, you keen, squeezing his hands.

“Mhhm, baby”, his deep voice makes your thighs shake, “you make me the happiest man.”

And with that he disappears in your warmth again, giving your hands a squeeze and growling into your pussy. 

You fall apart on his tongue mere moments later. Everything felt way too good. It is all you needed to be fulfilled. 

You sob his name as you climax while Jungkook licks your clit through the fire and squeezes your hands. 

Seven times you convulse and tense. Seven times you lose control over your limbs. Seven times and then his tongue feels like too much.

“Break”, you beg him and Jungkook listens. 

“Good girl”, he praises, kissing your clit as a reward. You are still pulsating. Jungkook wants more, but knows not to overstep. 

Instead, he kisses his way up your recovering body, sucking on your nipples when he reaches them. His big hands cup your softness, massaging you gently. It feels so good to be touched this way.

“Kook”, you mewl softly, tangling your fingers in the hair he left outside. He has so much of it that it still easily hides your hand. The softness of it soothes you like nothing else. Jungkook contrasts it by giving your left nipple a soft bite. It stings, making you keen in pleasure.

He purrs, letting your sensitive bud slip from his teeth just so he can drag his lips up to your face. His lip ring tickles wherever it touches you, leaving you to writhe and whine.

“Look at me”, he says once he is eye to eye with you.

You follow instantly, cupping his cheeks because all you needed was to hold him.

“You did so well for me”, he praises, smiling softly, “but I’m not done with you.”

You whimper, arching your back.

“You made me hard and you gotta be my good girl and take care of it. Yeah?”

You nod your head vigorously.

“That’s my good girl, I knew you wouldn’t deny me”, he says and brushes his thumb over your cheek, “can I get comfy and then you ride my cock? Mhm baby? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Koo”, you say, trembling in anticipation.

“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy this makes me”, he says and rewards you with a kiss.

You moan deeply, hooking your arms behind his head just to make sure he can’t escape. He tastes like your orgasm. Sweet and intense. You want to lick it off of him. He tastes so good. Holy fuck, you need this kiss to never stop.

Jungkook is halfway on the sun bed this way. With one foot he is standing on the ground, while he has the other pulled up on the sun bed, resting his knee between your legs and grinding you against his skin. You’ve got him all sticky and wet like this. Jungkook gets off on the feeling like an addict.

“Koo”, you whimper and wiggle away, “Koo, it hurts. Too sensitive.”

“Hurts?” he lessens the pressure, “I’m sorry, baby. How’s that?”

“Good. Doesn’t….Kook, please fuck me.”

“So needy”, he teases and smiles cockily, “fine, let’s switch places.”

Your places are swapped within seconds. The sun bed is big enough that it can house Jungkook and you comfortably. Your knees have enough space to rest beside his hips and you could even spread them wider if you wanted to. Soft cushioning gives you enough knee support as well. The black fabric has been warmed up by the sun, but it feels comfortable on your skin. 

Jungkook falls back and yelps up.

“What’s wrong?” you gasp.

“Ponytail. Uncomfy. It’s poking my literal brain”, he says and sits up. You have to be honest, all you did was stare at his toned abs as he did. They were bulging and shifting like crazy. They still do, because Jungkook opens his ponytail with both hands, using his abs to keep himself lifted.

He is the sexiest man alive.

You reach out and run your fingers over the ridges of his abs. The scorching sun and your body made his skin burn up. The faintest layer of sweat has collected in the valleys of his abs, now sticking to your fingertips and getting spread all over his silken skin.

Jungkook watches you with hungry eyes, lifting himself just a little bit more to make his abs bulge even harder. You gulp, grinding your pussy down on his thick thigh. You are so wet, Jungkook can feel it. Adorable, he thinks, you aren’t even aware of how much you stare.

You dance your fingers down his abs until you reach his happy trail. Jungkook has never been a hairy man. He has his healthy amount of leg and arm hair, can grow out his pits and always keeps his bush well taken care of. But other than that, he has never been one particularly hairy fellow. So his happy trail is faint and you like to call it pretty, but it’s there. Even if just a little bit, it’s there and you are currently dragging your nails through it and Jungkook feels himself shiver at the sensation. You add more fingers once you reach his pubes, burying them deep in them just so you can scratch along his skin. His cock throbs because of you, leaking desperately.

Your eyes finally flit up. They are burning in fiery hunger for him. Your fingers still play with his hair, scratching him just above his cock. He smirks cockily.

“I wanna bounce on your cock till you’re begging me to stop”, you rasp and grab the base of his cock.

His smirk drops as his lips part in a gasp. Jungkook writhes because of how harshly you hold him. The pressure goes straight to his balls, keeping them from leaking any more precum for you.

“Fuck. Sweetheart”, he moans and throws the hair tie to the side. He finally drops down, gripping your thighs to the point where his fingertips dimple your flesh. His hair spreads on the cushion messily. Strands of it fall into his face.

You lift yourself and position your pussy over his cock. You give your clit a soft spank with it, sending a jolt through Jungkook’s legs.

“Ready?”

“Uh...yeah? What a ques-”

You sink down on him in one go.

Jungkook throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut.

“-fuck!”

“Mhhm Kookie baby….you’re filling me up so well”, you moan and begin bouncing on him. You don’t need to get used to him. He fits you like no other. All you need is to fuck yourself senseless on him and steal his sanity while you’re at it.

Jungkook moans loudly, his hands slip to your waist to hold it. He doesn’t guide you. He doesn’t need to because you know what you are fucking doing, but also because he has no strength in him to tell you what you should do. Once he’s on his back and got you on his cock, he is your fucking slave. If you want it fast and rough? Jungkook is happy to get wet and sensitive in your perfect cunt. If you want it slow and deep? Jungkook is more than happy to grow as big as he can and whimper your name. You want his orgasm quick? Jungkook just hopes that he can breathe between all the moaning he has to do. You want to drag it out? Fuck, he’s going to suffer but he’s not going to complain for even a second. He’s your little sexdoll and you can get yourself off as you desire.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, he chants, feeling his brain pound behind his skull.

“You’re so big Kookie baby, I can’t get enough of you”, you moan, leaning your weight on his tummy. You know that he can take it. His abs are rock hard under your palms, convulsing each time your cunt meets the base of his cock and your ass slams down on his thighs. “it’s like you’re made for me. My pussy can’t get enough of being drilled by you, baby.”

“Don’t please”, he begs, “either fuck me or talk, don’t do both”, he whines.

“Why?” you chuckle.

“Cause together is too hot”, he mewls, rolling his head to the side and squeezing your waist, “I’m getting fucked so good”, he keens with his voice pitched in utter pleasure.

“You’re adorable”, you say, sliding your hands up his torso until you can rest them next to his head. Like this your tits bounce all into his face, “open your eyes, Kook.”

Jungkook obeys and sobs your name, reaching for your tits instantly just to press them together and bury his face in them. He sucks and licks and kisses, using way too much spit for it which makes it all the more addicting. You know that once he is done, your skin will be covered in sensitive spots where he sucked for too long and your nipples will be throbbing. Just how you like it. You arch your back to smother him even further and stick out your ass. His cock curves in this position, grinding over your favourite spots inside with each movement.

“That’s it, suck my tits. You’re such a hungry little baby”, you taunt him as you wiggle your hips on him in a skilled rhythm. The kind which makes his toes curl and forces him to make the neediest little sounds into your tits, “so good baby, you’ve got the best fucking cock.”

He is stuck on your right nipple. You know that he has no control over it. You are scrambling his brain. He can’t think. Nor move. Sucking on your nipple is an instinctive, dumb reaction to getting his cock bounced on. This isn’t something he does willingly, it’s the only way he can take what you give him. And it’s starting to hurt. Jungkook sucks with such vigour that it’s getting uncomfortable.

You tug him away with a harsh grip on his hair. His spit drips all over his lower face, his eyes open. There are tears sitting on his pretty, dark lashes. His cheeks are flushed pink, his gaze just that little bit droopy.

“I have another nipple too, you know?” you say, “use your brain to think.”

His cock throbs inside you and leaks angrily. He squeezes your waist, curling his toes.

“You’re so mean”, he presses out and arches his back.

“I am? Oh baby, I’m sorry”, you coo, “you know that I don’t mean it.”

Jungkook whimpers and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue. You know that he is asking for your nipple. But you are in a teasing mood.

You lean down and lick his tongue before you wrap your lips around it to suck on it to the point where he moans into your mouth and scratches up your back. The sensation leaves a slight burn behind and forces you to growl into him like a needy animal. 

Jungkook swears that he is going to pass out. You are messing with him way too much. He expected anything but this. Maybe he should have expected it. He is married to the nastiest, most amazing sex goddess after all.

You release his tongue with a purr, claiming his lips next. The kiss is deep and messy. Tongues dance with each other in an unidentifiable rhythm, teeth manage to clash together every so often which results in you giggling and moaning into the other and your lips can’t seem to get enough of feeling the other’s. His cock feels a million times better now that you are kissing him. You don’t feel the need to give him ruthless bounces anymore. Just deep grinding. The kind which shifts his cock inside you and always keeps it pressed to your favourite spot. Your clit grinds against his tummy this way as well. The pressure and his warmth are enough to send a constant stream of electricity through your veins.

Air is sparse in your lungs. You gotta breathe. You break the kiss. Both of you pant for air. Just ten seconds of distance. He uses the time to hold onto your shoulders, you use the time to twist his hair. His lips call you back. You kiss him, concentrating your attention on his lip ring area. Your tongue traces the metal ring, your lips kiss and suck it and you even dare to tug on it with your teeth as carefully as possible.

“Holy fuck”, his talking forces the piercing to slip from your lips.

“What’s wrong? Hurts?” you ask.

“That feels incredible”, he says.

“Mhm. Yeah?” you flick your tongue over it, “not gonna lie, kinda obsessed with it.”

“Just kiss me, mommy”, he whines and hooks his fingers behind your head.

“Did you just call me-”

“Shut up”, he interrupts you and pulls you down into the kiss. He keeps you close with his nails scratching over your scalp and his puffy lips chasing your kiss. He props his feet up on the sun bed and thrusts up into you.

You squeak, falling to your elbows this way. Your tits squish against his chest, rubbing against his nipple piercings and making him whimper. Your sweaty skins melt together. He took over, now slamming his cock into you in a deep and hasty rhythm. You convulse on top of him and break the kiss just to hide away in the crook of his neck and wail his name.

He hugs you against his chest, burying his nose in your hair.

“I love you”, he growls, “holy fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you squeak, “Kook, Kookie, Jungkookie oh god baby.”

“I fucking love this pussy”, he grips your ass and uses the leverage to move your hips on his cock, “shit, you feel so good.”

“Oh god”, you sob, “Kook, this making me cum.”

“Yeah? Good”, he spits and moans squeakily. Despite his rough fucking and harsh grip, he moans cutely. His voice is all pitched and breathy, barely wanting to come out from how messed up you got him. The contrast is making your head pound.

“Holy fuck, I’m close”, you get out, “fuck, your cock’s so good. Fuck baby, fuck.”

“Same, fucking same”, he growls, “don’t hold back, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Deeper.”

Jungkook tenses his thighs and fucks his cock as deep as he can go.

“Yes!” you wail, starting to convulse on top of him as your body prepares for the messiest high, “yes! Yes! Yes!”

“That’s it baby, take my cock. Take my fucking cock, you’re doing so good. Oh fuck, I’m gonna nut so hard”, he is rambling. He always does that when he gets too lost in you and his mind is running on nothing but you, “gonna fucking cream your sweet little pussy, god I want you so bad. Fuck baby, you drive me insane.”

“Koo, I’m cumming”, you mewl and break apart, clutching him for dear life as your veins fill with fiery ecstasy.

“Yes baby, fuck holy fuck”, Jungkook’s voice changes in pitch, he barely gets the words out, “oh fuck, you’re squeezing my cock like crazy. God, I love you. My princess, keep cumming, that’s it.”

You have to be honest, you barely take in what he says. You know that he is talking and it’s making you so wet that he barely manages to stay inside, but his words don’t really stay in your brain. You are so far gone in the blissful embrace of your orgasm. He makes you feel just way too good.

“Oh god, baby I can’t hold back anymore”, he mewls and squeezes you tightly, “___!”

His hips drop and still, his cock throbs inside you and the loudest squeaks leave him. You can feel how his hot cum shoots up your pussy and how it’s leaking out of you because you’re milking him like crazy.

Still delirious from your own orgasm, you grind on him messily and without any sort of rhythm. You just want to make him feel good and be with him for as long as possible.

Your bodies naturally slow down. You know each other so well that it is your bodies’ instinct to stop once it turns from pleasurable to uncomfortable. Messy grinds turn into barely there rocks of your hips, these turn into the occasional clench of your walls until even that stops and you are resting atop his chest while both of you are panting for air.

You don’t need to talk – hell, neither of you could – as recovering with each other is already enough to comfort you.

Once those seconds turned into minutes and Jungkook’s softened cock naturally slipped out of you, you are the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

“So that just happened.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his palm up and down your back, “fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck”, you agree, “that was amazing.”

“It was fucking incredible”, he says and laughs again.

You join him because it feels good to laugh with him. Especially after sex.

“So uhm”, you say, nudging his neck with your nose, “wanna talk about the M-bomb you just dropped?”

“Shut up”, he whines, “I had your tits in my face and you were so sexy, it slipped outta me.”

“No don’t apologise, it was hot as fuck. You just never said that before”, you say and giggle, “you’re cute, baby.”

“Mhhm, it’s ‘cause you messin’ wit’ me”, he lulls and hugs you tightly, “always makin’ me feel so good.”

“Yeah same. You make me feel so good too”, you say and lift your head just so you can finally look at his face. He looks as ruined as you feel. It’s the sexiest look on him, “I’m already obsessed with the lip ring.”

“Yeah same”, Jungkook says, licking over it, “now I gotta think of techniques to use it on you when I eat you out.”

“Mhhm that sounds like fun”, you say, tracing it with your finger, “I can’t wait to explore it with you.”

He smiles, scrunching his nose up. He is so happy when he’s with you. You feel the same. He’s the best thing in your life.

[yoongsisbae]

Stories by Member

JJK

Not a Creature was Stirring You wake up Christmas Eve night not to find Santa, but to find a man cold and shivering on your front porch. Clothes tattered, cuts on his body, out in the snow. You find out he’s not as helpless as he appears. Kind of cute, kind of scary, very buff Jungkook Fantasy AU. Spring Day Still with You [Sequel to Not a Creature was Stirring] You ran away from the cold, Jungkook ran with you, warming each other’s hearts. But within the cycle of life, there is death, and as spring blooms, the blood still lays soaked in the dirt. You ran and they chased. Hybrid!Jungkook.

Banana Milk It’s Jungkook’s Birthday, will he get his birthday wish?

The Fantasy You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…

I Didn’t Mean It, I Still Love You Yoongi made a mistake, will you forgive him? Or is it too late?

Ddak-ji SLAP Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Campfire Burning A steamy fic inspired by a certain vlive.

Seven Days a Week Every day, Jungkook shows you his devotion, deeper than the ocean. Seven different scenarios, seven days a week. idol!jungkook x noona!reader

Go Home, You're Drunk! - 75% “Who…are…you…” “Your worst nightmare, sweetheart.” “Really? Because you look like you belong in a boyband.” whacky and dark & for all the girlies who love an unhinged yandere character

The Snap - 70% The only surviving member of BTS, it takes Jungkook five years to find happiness again. And then life snapped back. What is Jungkook going to do now?

KTH

Christmas with a Vampire There once was a time when holidays were warm and special, Taehyung remembers. To you, even in his coldness, Taehyung is all you need for Christmas. Cyber-punk futuristic AU with a self-hating vampire Tae.

BTS Song Fic (Blue and Grey) Sad song. Sad story. Sad author. Happy reader?

V is for Villain 1 / 2 / 3 - 90% What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you. Superclumsysuperhero!RMverse AU.

PJM

Christmas Mass Every Sunday, like clockwork, as designed and ordained, you sit quietly. Pray. Christmas mass comes, tonight your congregation dresses beautifully, like ornaments placed in a row right in front of God. Your priest, stands at the head like an angel atop the tree, commanding and pious and hauntingly handsome. Red. You’re a good faithful girl. You were taught to be, punished to be. You pray for respite, for something more than the condemnation this cold and icy town bestows upon you. Sinners. The coldness permeates your bones, you’re always scared. Tainted. Terrified of sin, terrified by your thoughts for your priest. Sacrilegious. This Christmas prayers are answered by no God. Demon AU. Dark smut.

You Asked for Help, He Asked Your Name You ran away from your responsibilities, but they caught you and tried to lay claim to your body. If your life was never going to be yours anyways, you decided might as well give it away and make a deal. fairyprince!Jimin

KNJ

Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM Best friends 2 Lovers. Idiots 2 Lovers. Lovers 2 Enemies? This is a different kind of superhero story ;) Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! You visit your hometown during the holidays. You and your childhood friend Joon reminisce and you learn more about your smooth tech talker business partner Yoongi. Can he win you over once and for all? Set in Super Clumsy Super Hero RM universe. Extended Scene: The Mind Reader, The Telekinetic and The Closet just silly and raunchy and ridiculous, dirty thoughts...it goes there. V is for Villain 1 / 2 / 3 - 90% What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil, or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you.

I Appreciate Your Apology A Christmas party has you on thin ice with your favorite dom. Daddy Joon appreciates your apology, but does he accept it? daddydom!Joon smut, PWP, filth, aka Joon edging you until you see sleighbells.

Cold Feet You don’t want to get married anymore, what does Namjoon want? 

JHS

Day Dream The days are hotter, the nights are hotter too. You sleep, restless. Tired, you sleep more, you sleep and you dream and you meet the dream walker and things somehow become even steamier. Sandman!Hoseok Dream Analysis / Alternate Ending 

Disco Winter Ball You and your friend Hoseok are best friend buddies going on a date to the annual disco winter ball. But it’s not a date date, okay? You and Hoseok just love music and you love dancing and Hoseok loves watching you dance. Wait not love, not in that way! A friendly love. Just friends. Just two friends who drink a little too much eggnog. HOAL couple holiday special

I Thought You Were Mine? Drunk arguing leads to drunk fuc–

MYG

The Woman with the Black Cat on Her Shoulder Fearful, they buried them, stomped them into the dirt. Underneath their boot, scared men were unaware the seeds of hope had planted by their own volition. From the dirt and grime, grew flowers, blooms so tall, eclipsing their hatred. You were strong and unwilling to be cut down any more. Shapeshiftercat!yoongi.

Yoongi is a Rock That’s it. That’s the plot. Yoongi is a rock. Audio Ver. by the talented @voice-over-ff

I Didn’t Mean It, I Still Love You Yoongi made a mistake, will you forgive him? Or is it too late? 

Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! You visit your hometown during the holidays. You and your childhood friend Joon reminisce and you learn more about your smooth tech talker business partner Yoongi. Can he win you over once and for all? Set in Super Clumsy Super Hero RM universe.

King of Corruption [Sequel to Christmas Mass] The organ player takes his time with you, holding you and caressing your body while you sleep, until you can’t discern your dreams from your reality. A king and a sleeping beauty, his name leaves your lips like a prayer, prostated at his feet in blind reverence…the perfect position for him to corrupt and defile you. Demon AU. Dark smut.

KSJ

The Flower Bridge You couldn’t, you didn’t want to, not anymore, the pain was too much, you wanted it to end, so you visited the bridge. Standing at the highest point, the wind stung, but your problems were bigger, your pain was stronger than the whipping air and your anguish deeper than the water below. Tethered in the center, connecting the place you came from and the place you were going, you found another type of bridge and he found you. Ghost!Seokjin.

Meet Cute, Time Loop A story where Seokjin loves you before you love him before he loves you.

Ddak-ji SLAP Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Seokjin’s Ho Ho Ho Your boyfriend surprises you with a Christmas dinner on the beach, things get a little steamy, candy canes get sucked, peppermint liquor might be involved, there is definitely some questionable Santa Costume attire, and lots of jolly lovin’! HOAL couple holiday special.

Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! Extended Scene: The Mind Reader, The Telekinetic and The Closet just silly and raunchy and ridiculous, dirty thoughts...it goes there.

Gangnam Girlfriend: Korea’s #1 Celebrity Dating Show with your Host, International Super Star, Jin Welcome to Gangnam Girlfriend! Where Korea’s top eligible singles fight for a chance at love! You're supposed to be playing the dating game right? Not sneaking off in the middle of the night with the show’s host to watch the stars and talk about all your lost love connections, cuddling under a blanket. And even if the choice is clear, Kim Seokjin can't date you, the reason you joined is because you wanted a public relationship, and Jin could neverrr. Even though he wants to finally settle down! But Hybe wouldn't let him join as a contestant so he took the next best thing instead, our story's beloved host, yet now he's regretting his decision as he watches the girl he is starting to fall for fall for someone else, oh no! Meet the Cast / Epi1 - 85%

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SERIES

Bon Voyage: Into the Sea [Fantasy AU] A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters. Member Imagines /Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 /  Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 - 5% / ?

Handshakes of a Lifetime [Soulmate AU] …the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.” Playlist / Ch1 / Drabble - JJK / Ch2 / Ch3 / X-mas - JHS / Ch4 / X-mas - KSJ / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 / Ch8 / Ch9 / Ch10 - 10% / ?

Caught! House of Cards [Yandere AU] You needed money. The pandemic offered little options. So you joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? It was a decision you didn’t think too much about, you just wanted an income again. Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. You weren’t prepared for the consequences of your actions. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down… Profiles / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Xmas Drabble - KTH / Ch5 - 90% / ?

Run Run Run [Zombie Apocalypse AU Slow Burn] A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than…BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again. Member Poll / Seoul Flow / Yangyang Living / Seoul Town Road / Hwarang Freestyle / Seoul Close / Samsung State of Mind - 5% / The Big Hit Break In! - TBA / ?

T H E T A K E O V E R [BTS Apocalypse / Dystopian AU Thriller] The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world. Now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world Prequel / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 - 78% / ?

DRABBLES

BTS (as kisses) / BTS (as holidays) / BTS (as drinks)

BTS Cheering You Up While Studying Korean

MASTERLISTS

Naughty Girl Christmas BTS X-MAS Masterlist

Spring Fling Fantasy Stories that Bloom Masterlist

BTS Supers RM Verse Masterlist (coming soon…)

Original Masterlist

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Best Intentions ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: As vice president, you are obligated to attend your boss's wedding–you're also his friend. But while you should be focused on the newlyweds, you find yourself far too interested in the attractive best man and the woman who happens to be his plus one.

Pairing: best man!yoongi x vice president!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, slight thriller, s2l, oneshot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,753

Warnings: No infidelity, dark yoongi, sexual content, death (not major character)

sexual warnings: dom!yoongi, sub!reader, cussing, handj*b, unprotected s*x (don't follow their lead!), penetration, car sex, d*rty talk, they c*me together, yoongi has tattoos

Now Playing: Haegeum

A/N: Little nervous about this one butI haven't written fic inspired by Haegeum yet so here we go! Hope you enjoy 💞

You watch as he brushes a few pieces of his dark locks out of his face. Never have you seen such a handsome and alluring man. He takes a seat on the barstool, nodding at the bartender in greeting. “Whiskey, neat. And a sex on the beach for the lady.”

He turns his head over his right shoulder, sparing a glance at the gentle hand resting on him. The woman who it belongs to is nothing short of radiant and confident. Her body is athletically built, her skin soft but tough. Her name is Yeong-Ja and she happens to be his plus one.

“__.” She smiles at you with ruby-red lips. “Why don’t you join us?” Her tone is thick and laced with sensuality. You fight the temptation but you feel instantly small compared to her. It’s not that you find yourself unattractive or anything but Yeong-Ja has a certain aura that’s incredibly rare.

The man, Min Yoongi, sets his gaze on you with a similar intensity. You only met the both of them about half an hour ago and they were already perfectly successful at making your bones quake. You’ve heard the idea of power couples a million times and though Min Yoongi and Yeong-Ja weren't officially together, you'd be a fool to think I'd never happen. They came here together after all.

“Thank you for the invite,” you reply, keeping your eyes as firm as you can. “But I still need to pay my respects to President Kim and his lovely new wife.”

Yeong-Ja taps Yoongi twice, signaling him to stand up. “I need to do that too actually. Why don’t we go together?”

He stays seated despite her gesture. “The drinks haven’t come out yet. I’ll wait for them if you two wanna go.” He looks at you again with his piercing, cat-like eyes. “You sure you don’t want anything __?”

You smooth down the sides of your dress, a nervous response you picked up since a teenager. You wish he wouldn’t follow the movement but he does. “Sure, maybe a strawberry daiquiri.”

Yoongi gives a nod and asks the bartender to include it in the order. “Thank you,” you say.

“Shall we?” Yeong-Ja breaks from Yoongi to near your side. “President Kim’s about to have a ton of guests giving their congratulations. It’s best we do it before the newlyweds run out of steam.”

You nod and make your way to the wedding table.

"Congratulations President and Mrs. Kim." You bow in respect until you're pulled into a light hug.

"Thank you __," Mrs. Kim says. You'd be surprised by the hug if it weren't for the fact that the two of you have known each other since before she and your boss first started dating.

You were the one to set them up actually.

You never thought you'd have that much gull with your boss but you and Seokjin had been working together for a long time. You considered him a friend.

"I'm very happy for the both of you." You smile warmly and embrace Mrs. Kim a little tighter. "And you make such a beautiful bride."

Once broken apart, Yeong-Ja bows herself. "President Kim, Mrs. Kim." They bow in return. "I'm honored to be a guest at your wedding. I wish you both a strong, healthy marriage."

Mrs. Kim smiles wide and touches the woman on the wrist. "Thank you Yeong-Ja....I'm hoping to be a guest at your wedding as well. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you and Yoongi been seeing each other?"

Swallow it. That suddenly sick, queasy feeling in your stomach. If Yoongi was planning to get serious with Yeong-Ja, it's none of your business.

Yeong-Ja blushes and lets out a small chuckle. "Of course, I'll be sure to invite you to my wedding but I'm afraid that won't be anytime soon. Yoongi and I have only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks."

Weeks? With the chemistry they have you figured they were at least at months.

"I wouldn't be too set on it being far out into the future," Seokjin says. "One of my colleagues got married after only six months of dating his girlfriend."

"Who was that?" You mouth to which he replied with 'gguk'. Ah, makes sense now.

"Plus," Seokjin continues, "Yoongi's always talking about you and that's saying a lot considering he's pretty brief in general. Whatever you got, it's keeping his attention." He blinks up and cracks a smirk. "Speak of the devil."

Yoongi walks towards the group of you with a drink in each hand. You really need to not stare at his perfectly chiseled face, stoic eyes, and slicked-back hair. Especially after hearing that he's been practically gushing about Yeong-Ja. Still, a bitch doesn't listen.

"Strawberry daiquiri." He passes you your drink before handing Yeong-Ja hers. "And a sex on the beach." He keeps a straight face as he does this.

You notice he's taken his suit jacket off since your last interaction. His sleeves are rolled up too, veins softly protruding.

"Many thanks," you say, taking a sip. "Where's your whiskey?" You distinctively remember him asking the bartender for one but it's nowhere in sight.

Yoongi gives a quick shrug. "Already drank it."

Before another word is spoken the stereos in the reception are cranked up. Yeong-Ja takes a sip of her drink and then snakes her hand into Yoongi's arm. "Come on, we should dance. You too __."

You shake your head. Absolutely not. Dancing is fun when you're with friends but not so much with couples. You learned that the hard way many times when you'd be told that you'll all dance together.

Wrong for you to fall for that.

As soon as a slow, sensual song came on, you'd be hitting the bar or going back to your claimed table in the corner.

"No I'm good. I wanna sit and enjoy my drink for now." You lift your glass to make your point clearer.

Yeong-Ja smiles at you, then tightens her grip around Yoongi's arm and drags him to the dance floor.

You try not to watch them.

You even try sitting in the chair facing opposite of them.

But you look like a wallflower.

Several men come up to you to ask you if you want to dance, thinking you're only waiting for an invitation. Nice of them to offer but you take no interest.

The only man you remotely have your mind on is currently being swayed by another woman. And after about twenty minutes of watching, you find out that Yeong-Ja is not only a sharp thinker and sweet talker—she's also a stunning dancer.

You can tell at first Yoongi is half-assing it but once she starts getting into the beat, his efforts double.

When it comes to the slower songs, however, you can't help but notice a shift in his posture. Yeong-Ja links both arms around his neck in an effort to close the gap between her and Yoongi. It doesn't close, however, as he keeps a safe distance.

It's odd, to say the least but maybe he's just not used to that type of intimacy yet. You continue to study the two of them until you're caught red-handed. Yoongi's eyes shift over to peer into yours.

You have to snap yourself out of your daze a few times. He's definitely just staring off due to the somber music. He's not looking at you.

Oh, shit—he is.

Yoongi traces his eyes down the lines of your dress, all the way down your bare legs and back up to your eyes. His gaze is heavy and gives you goosebumps.

You grip your glass with one hand while the other clings to the edge of your dress, earning you a half-smirk from him.

Fuck.

He's a man of few words but his non-verbals speak volumes.

"She's not his girlfriend." Seokjin looks up at you from his seated position. Mrs. Kim was mingling with some of her close friends so you seized the chance to ask Seokjin about what had just happened. You needed a second opinion. "But they came here together so I assume they're going out. Are you sure he was giving you suggestive looks?"

"I mean, they weren't that suggestive but he definitely body-scanned me and smirked." You pause before continuing. "I'm trying not to think about it in case—uh I don't know. I'm sorry, it's your wedding day and I shouldn't be bothering you about this stuff."

"__, we've been working basically side by side for ten years. Yes I'm your boss still but right now I'd like to think we're friends. You're not bothering me, okay? And as far as Yoongi goes, just ignore it. He was likely smiling at you and it came off as a smirk. If it happens again maybe ask him about it because as far as I know, things are going good between him and Yeong-Ja." Obviously not that well if he's checking out someone else. You bite back the need to speak your mind.

"Okay," you agree. "You're right. It was likely just nothing."

"But you didn't finish your sentence." Seokjin pipes up before you return to your seat. "You're trying not to think about in case what?"

Let's see....how to reply while remaining subtle as possible. Seokjin and Yoongi are close friends so you need to choose your words very carefully.

Telling him you have interest in Yoongi when he's told you over and over again that he's seeing someone would not end well. A classic Kim Seokjin scold would be in dire order.

"....just in case I'm just being foolish or exaggerating what really happened." You say the words casually, no a trace of a fib. "But thanks Seokjin, for letting me talk to you about it."

"Hey." Yoongi catches you in the hallway. Apparently also needed to use the restroom. You do your best to shrug off what happened earlier.

"Hi, how was dancing?" You ask stupidly.

"It was alright. Not usually my thing but I guess I didn't mind. You sure you didn't wanna join us though? Saw a few guys come up to you."

"You saw that?" And here you were thinking you were delusional for thinking Yoongi was purposefully paying attention to you. It causes a twinge of adrenaline to zap through your body. "I didn't really feel like dancing today, that's all."

For a second you and Yoongi exchange silence. You're not sure if he's done talking or if you need to fill the space with more small talk.

"I'm glad it was better for you than usual. Yeong-Ja looks like she knows what she's doing." You fake a small laugh, hoping to break the tension but Yoongi's face remains straight. "Well I should get back in there." You end up slowly walking away but he stops you.

"We don't know each other super well but, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier."

"What are you refering to?"

Yoongi gives you a 'really' look before flashing a gummy smile. It's the first time tonight you've seen him smile so fully. Your breath hitches as he continues. "I think we both know the answer to that. Don't you know how captivating you look in this dress?"

If your mouth wasn't gaping before it such as heck is now. But as giddy as the compliment makes you, you're in no way going to mess up a potentially blossoming relationship. You sure as hell hope that Yoongi isn't double-crossing Yeong-Ja, even if you do wish you'd be in her shoes a little.

"Um, not to be so forward but aren't you with Yeong-Ja? I appreciate the compliment though I'd—"

"We're not serious."

"Excuse me?" You as so utterly lost. Sure he and Yeong-Ja weren't together officially yet but they came here as each other's date. Seokjin and his wife were also making comments about their supposedly romantic relationship and she wasn't denying it so why is he coming onto you like this?

"That didn't come out right. I mean, we're not together romantically but we do work together. I asked her to come because I figured she'd be good company. Seokjin thinks we mold together well but I'm not really interested. To keep it short, I respect her as a coworker and consider her in the highest regard, professionally."

"You're not lying to me right? Because she seems really interested and I don't want to get in the way of anything. I'm not that type of woman alright?" You cross your arms reflexively.

Yoongi takes a step towards you, focused intent. "I have no reason to lie to you __. It's true Yeong-Ja may be interested but she's not the one I've spent half the night staring at."

The hairs on your neck stand straight. Blood rushes through your veins. "You should probably tell Yeong-Ja your feelings then."

"I did," Yoongi interuppts. "When we were back in there she came onto me. I thought all the slow, romantic music was getting to her but she kept trying to kiss me so I had to tell her I wasn't interested in anything beyond friendship."

"Oh, well, is she okay or—"

"She'll be fine. She's like me, not much fazes her. She's likely hitting on the next guy that takes her fancy now." Yoongi inches closer, and you take in the cologne he's wearing. It's subtle but enough to knock you out of your senses. "So you see, I'm not that kind of man either."

"Well good because I would have kicked you in the balls if you were double-crossing Yeong-Ja."

Yoongi snorts. "I'd expect nothing less. But thankfully, my balls are safe for now."

Great, now you're thinking about his balls. Yoongi's breath blows hot against your skin as the space between you seems to get narrower and narrower.

"Do you wanna get out of here for a bit?" He asks with a hoarse voice. "I was thinking about going out for a quick smoke."

"I don't smo—" Yoongi quirks a provocative brow. "Oh, " you finish, knowing full well he isn't proposing to have just a smoke.

You shudder as he towers above you in the backseat of his Bentley. Evidently, Yoongi did well for himself. "We shouldn't be doing this here." When Yoongi proposed you to go out, you didn't expect him to be this quick to get down and dirty.

Fooling around is one thing, but fucking in the backseat of his car in the middle of a wedding is a whole new animal for you.

"No one's gonna see if that's what you're worried about. Everyone's too busy wishing the newlyweds well..." His car is short on space but Yoongi manages to remove his silk vest. The skin of his smooth chest peeks out near the collar of his dress shirt. "But if you wanna stop here then, I won't force you any further."

God this is so indecent but you want him so, so bad. His body on yours, in yours—fuck him for being this hard to resist. You grip the fabric of his shirt and tug him back down.

Yoongi takes the opportunity to sink his head near your ear. "I was hoping this would be your answer." Your eyes roll up when he places a hot, open-mouth kiss on your neck. It's not sloppy but rather controlled as if hinting that this isn't his first go around.

"Take it out for me sweetheart." He coos after a few more nips at your jaw. The look of bewilderment on your face brings out a cocky smirk. "Please?"

His eyes turn playful as he watches you fumble with his belt. "Sorry," he says. "I usually prefer doing this myself but given the position we're in, it's better you do it." You nod. "I'd also take my time with you if it weren't for the fact that we're in my car right now." Who's fault is that? You bite down your bitterness.

"I understand." You pull at his belt buckle, releasing the leather from its hold. He groans when the tips of your fingers graze his bulge. Once you unzip the front of his pants you reach forward to free his cock.

"Fuck," Yoongi breathes, his hard length pulsating in your hand. You whimper and reflexively squeeze him harder. "Shit, don't."

You feel hot all over, drunk on the pleasure he's getting from this. "But you like this," you say, moving your hand up and down his shaft. Arousal pools in your panties as you watch him struggle to gain his composure. You wouldn't be disappointed if he came in your hand from this, but Yoongi puts a stake in those plans like a tidal wave.

He reaches between his legs, suddenly yanking your hand off of him to place it above your head. "You know what I really like __?" He grabs your other hand to join it with the other. "When people listen to what their told the first time."

He pushes up the skirt of your dress, tugs your panties to the side, and thrusts himself into you in one full motion. The immediate stretch has you gasping for air. "Fuck Yoongi–" Yes, you're wet but you still need time to adjust! "Yoongi please, I need a second."

He doesn't respond with any more than husky groans as he steadies himself above you, hands clamping down on your waist. Yoongi stills himself in you, waiting for your signal to move and when you give it to him he wastes no time setting a vigorous pace.

Every push and pull sets your body on fire as his length beats inside you. You move to claw at his back, desperately needing something to grip, but your hands are thrown back down. "Leave them," he growls.

You end up clutching your wrists as your body bounces up and down the seat of the car. The friction is a little rough due to the leather material but you don't have time to think much about it as long as Yoongi keeps fucking you this good.

"Feels-ah-amazing Yoongi, fuck. How'd you get so good at this?"

"How do you think sweetheart?" He wraps one of your legs around his waist, the new angle allows him to sink deeper into your gut. Your hips arch and a few more buttons on Yoongi's dress shirt pop open.

"You have a–chest-chest tattoo?" It's only a blur and you barely get a glimpse when he leans his body forward. But over his heart is black ink in the form of what you can only guess as some kind of wild cat.

"Mhm," he grunts. "Got it when I was 19. One of those impulsive things. Fuck–" he curses feeling you clench around him. "Is this a turn-on for you? You're squeezing me so fucking hard right now."

"Yes. My attraction for you went up about 100%, I can't explain it."

He's amused, shit-eating grin on his far too handsome face. "Well lucky for you, you don't have to explain anything. Open my shirt."

You do as he says and swallow hard seeing the tattoo of a bobcat over his left pec. He can tell you want to ask about it but being that his cock is deep in your heat, he's a little preoccupied. "I'll tell you about it later when we're not you know–fucking like rabbits in the back seat of my Bentley."

You let out a small giggle. It's a wonder no one's caught you yet. Yoongi picks up the pace again, with rough thrusts and beads of sweat around his forehead. "Fuck this pussy is making me so hard. Never been in something so wet and tight in my life." You moan as his cock drags in and out of you, stimulating your g-spot only too perfectly.

"Oh god 'm gonna come Yoongi!" You can't hold back your screams anymore. He's hitting inside you so well, cock throbbing, hair sweaty, muscles tensing, and that sinful chest tattoo teasing in front of your eyes.

"Damn right you are, make this cock yours sweetheart."

Your pussy starts spasming around him. You throw your head back, feeling your tightened core close to unwinding. Yoongi's cock twitches inside you in the seconds following before you both have your release.

Yoongi takes himself out of you, cock dripping with your cum. Your breaths are heavy as you blink up at him from your reclined position. "First time fucking in a car?" he asks, monotone.

"Mhm."

"Did you like it?"

"Mhm."

"Good, I'll give you a few minutes to gather yourself."

Once you both manage to make yourself presentable again, you head back to the reception.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" Yeong-Ja hollers at Yoongi, rushing to him through the parking lot. You're startled at her sharp tone but the closer she gets the more your stomach feels unsettled.

She doesn't give you a glance at all, her attention fully on Yoongi. "Min," she starts. Odd of her to be calling him by his last name all the sudden. "We need to leave now."

You dart your eyes at the two of them. "What-what's going on? It hasn't been that long, did something happen?" Yeong-Ja hesitates to answer so you turn to the man next to you. "Yoongi–Oh my god!" You screech when you see a glowing, red dot hovering over his heart.

Yoongi follows your line of sight. "Shit–" He curses under his breath. "Of all fucking times."

Okay, what the fuck is going on?

Yeong-Ja swiftly pulls out a gun from what appears to be a thigh holster. When she does, you spot the same bobcat tattoo on her upper thigh.

Yeong-Ja cocks the gun before aiming it to the far left. She takes the shot, the red dot instantly disappearing from Yoongi's chest.

"You don't know Yoongi very well __." Yeong-Ja lowers her gun ever so slightly. "To the outside, he's Min Yoongi, a reserved and calculative data analyst, best man to your boss Kim Seokjin. But to the inside world, he's Agust D, leader of the most feared mafia gang, Bangtan."

"I'm sorry sweetheart," Yoongi says. "I wanted to spare you from this. But now that you know our dirty little secret we can't possibly let you go."

So she's his right-hand man.

When Yoongi said they were coworkers, this was not what you were expecting.

How the fuck do you get out of this?

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A/N: Me through this whole thing...how do I write warnings without giving away the ending? Anyway, tysm for reading and LMK what you think 💞

Note: Pls help me decide if i should turn this into a series of keep it a one shot ➡ vote here ☺

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

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Fic Recs BTS

I have some favorite Authors, those authors that I´ve read every story of!

@alphabetboyluvr - Holly is the best! I adore her Storys

@oddinary4bts I read every story!!!

@btsgotjams27 Talented!!!!

@jamaisjoons queen of smut tho!

Kim Namjoon:

Intro: her - jamaisjoons

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

half a heart - jamaisjoons

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you and namjoon have always been the best of friends; who just happen to be in love and are refusing to do anything about it. 〞best friends to lovers. childhood friends to lovers. idiots to lovers.

photobooth - jamaisjoons (CHEFS KISS!!!!)

Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet.

Kim Seokjin:

Internal Conflicts - yoongiofmine

Summary: Kim Seokjin was everything any girl could want in school . Handsome, kind, popular. Many girls in your class had a crush on the man; including you. Being a few years older than you meant that after he graduated, you didn’t think you would ever see him again. Fast forward to seven years later, the oldest clichê in the book: Your mother marries a man, the man has a son. That son was Kim Seokjin. And now, you’re coming home for a family trip to a cabin in the woods, with a very much awakening crush on the man that is now one hundred percent off limits. A shared bathroom, a snow storm, a small town. What could go wrong?

The end - jimlingss

➜ Summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

Warm this winter - Jamaisjoon

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand you’d used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who you’d fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas.

Min Yoongi:

The Devil wears Valentino - orchidyoonkook

Summary: Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm. 

Ride - MYG

⤷ summary. who knew a boring party would turn into you taking more than one ride inside Min Yoongi's car? alt. when you and yoongi first got together. 

Angel - sailoryooons

❀ Summary: Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences. 

As it was - midnightagust

Summary: The love of your life shows up unexpectedly after a break up that changed everything. You know it's not the same but...

Endless Summer Nights - midnightagust

Summary: While on a small break from tour in Thailand, Yoongi surprises you to show you how much he appreciates you touring with him. 

Now we reign - oddinary4bts

☆summary: when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

swing life away - aphrodijin

synopsis: it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.

The final - Day 02 - yoongiofmine

Summary: You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

Still got it - Kookslastbutton

✑ Summary: "Say it again. I dare you to say that shit again, y/n." or On your 10th wedding anniversary you decide to voice out some slight marital concerns to your husband Yoongi. You also slip out that you don't think he can get you off given the fact that the last time the two of you got it on was months ago. Yoongi makes you eat your words.

Stick & Stones - xpeachesncream

♢ summary: surprise! you're gifted a free massage at the nearby massage parlor called "Blissful Hands." you've heard about the parlour about once or twice, never thought about stepping foot inside to take advantage of their services. thinking you could use the massage to relax, rid yourself of any stress and built up tension, you walk into the parlor excited for your first massage opportunity. however, when you realize your masseur is no other than Min Yoongi himself, all excitement flies out the window. never did you think you'd reunite with your biggest crush in college, the one that got away. they say sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you— but in this case, you find out that words have actually ruined a lot for you and Yoongi. and stones.. well, they'll do a lot to ease that instead.

It takes two - xpeachesncream

summary: min yoongi was the one who came to understand you and took you for you. but, when boundaries start getting crossed and priorities begin to change, you start to question if your relationship with your bestfriend is strong enough to make it through.

fuck being friends - strawberrynamjoon

– summary: as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.

Jung Hoseok:

suncity - jamaisjoon

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to Barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him. 〞stranges to lovers au. vacation au.

Park Jimin:

I want to be with you | pjm - oddinary4bts

☆summary : moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

100 km/hour - chateautae

➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he's dressed as an angel, and you're in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

love like this - ppersonna

↳ summary- Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

Kim Taehyung:

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)- aquaminwrites

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

tales of broken hearts - taegularities

Summary: “Love has become a noun again.” When a work trip brings you back home, you don’t expect for anyone to await your return or remember you. But despite the time apart, Taehyung still does – still looks at you the same way he used to five winters ago.

Money is success - peachypinkygloss

Summary: Son of a powerful business owner, Taehyung rules the society, strictly surrounding himself with rich people. Money is his success, his greatest pride. Too immersed in his work, he doesn't realize the love story he's missing on until it's gone.

sundae (kinda love) - alphabetboyluvr

premise: you always thought kim taehyung's lips would taste like chocolate sundaes, but when you learn -through a friend- that he tastes like watermelon chewing gum, the illusion shatters. so does your heart. in time, so will his.

long black - jamaisjoons

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to tease taehyung at his best friend’s wedding. what you didn’t expect was what came after. establish relationship au.

High tide - Kookslastbutton

✑ Summary: Due to Taehyung's job as a cruise ship Captain, you are constantly miles away from each other. Weekly phonecalls help and this one gets a little nasty and a lot sweet.

Our last summer - strawberrynamjoon

– summary: in order to rescue your failing relationship, taehyung tries to fight for you one last time and flies to paris with you to relive some of your favorite memories – desperately hoping that the city of love will remind you of how much you love him again.

Jeon Jungkook:

GoneGirl - izjeon

Venom - nochukoo97

summary: after a nasty breakup with your ex, who was a boxer, the person who introduced you to the sport, you decided to make life easier for yourself and switch clubs. little did you know that your club leader, also known as ‘venom’ in the ring, would eventually spark your interest. no matter how much jungkook interests you, you can’t bear to risk another failed relationship, you’re still hurt and traumatised from the inside. but will jungkook manage to crawl his way into your heart?

Never go to sleep angry - just4koo

summary: one of the most important rules of your relationship was to never go to sleep angry. when the rule was ignored, it led to an argument and a huge misunderstanding.

horizon - sokook

Summary: The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time.

Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans.

this love - daegustae

summary ; you shouldn’t feel uneasy whenever his best friend is mentioned, after all you are his wife right ? 

nowhere with you - 13lov

summary: in which your father owns an auto repair shop and hires jungkook as his newest employee, who’s willing to assist you in more ways than one.

tethered - 13lov

Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

lost cause - kooksbunnnn

Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you. 

attachment: 1 image - 1kook

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

cool with you - kooktrash (everything of her!!!!!!!!)

summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

Blizzard - curly-bangtan

Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

cornflower blue - just4koo

summary: nights were your favorite time with your boyfriend. the nights where you laid in bed together, tangled up in each other without any thoughts of the real world.

reminder - dollfaceksj

⇝ summary: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you’re not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn’t come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you’re the one that ended the relationship.

love alive - jamaisjoons

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party. 〞post break up au. exes to lovers au.

Jealousy Ink - Kooktrash

summary: you can’t help but seem a little jealous about your boyfriend doing tattoos on women when he doesn’t even let you talk to guys without him being around. you tell yourself you’re just mad at the unfairness but when he brings you pleasure with his head between your legs you seem to forget all about it.

Too late to dream - kookslastbutton

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

all mine - jeong -gukk

summary: getting your heart broken meant you no longer wanted anything to do with love. your heart couldn’t take the pain anymore. but, of course, life had other plans.

Could´ve been us - sparklingchim

summary: two years after breaking up with jungkook you meet again. and things get very naughty... you're sure he changed a lot in these years, but you didn't expect THAT twist when thinking about his new gained maturity.

naughty pictures - sparklingchim

summary: perhaps you've gone a little too far with teasing jungkook with naughty pictures of yourself after he was done with the concert.

oops... - sparklingchim

summary: a quickie in the airport restroom was all it was supposed to be - not suddenly the whole world finding out about your secret relationship with jungkook.

champagne problems - sparklingchim

summary: sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you.

forever heart - Sparklingchim

summary: after leaving jungkook you thought you'd never see him again, but here you are, visiting hometown after three years, and back in his arms.

Grapejuice - starshapedkookie

summary:At 24, your life was lined up to be perfect; talented, nice apartment, amazing boyfriend, and a dream job. Working as an art apprentice for Kim Seokjin was the exact opportunity you needed to kickstart your art career. However, after you’ve hit a creative wall at full speed, you feel more lost than ever. It’s not until one person shows up with no brakes on in your life that not only changes your entire perspective, but takes your breath away in the process.

pick & roll - xpeachesncream

♛ summary: being one of the most popular players in the nba, jungkook takes absolutely no shit from anybody. he could give a fuck about the press, what people think about him, serious relationships. it’s a personal hell getting wrapped up with jeon jungkook— and you can’t help but fall into the same trap as every other woman who crosses paths with him. the more you fall, the more you realize that you will never be able to change a man who doesn’t want to change his ways.

You´re losing me - sparklingchim

summary: jungkook is late from work yet again. but he shows you just how much he missed you.

love is gone - jeonbunnie

summary: Jeongguk tries to let you down easy.

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Loved By Seven | Chapter 4

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Human!Reader, Peacock!Seokjin, Serpent!Yoongi, Hawk!Hoseok, White Tiger!Namjoon, Merman!Jimin, Leopard!Taehyung, Wolf!Jungkook

Summary: Hiking was just an activity to get you out of the apartment, the last thing you imagined was ending in a whole different world by touching a jewel. That not being enough you end up meeting seven hybrids, and they all claim you shared the Connection with each of them making you their partner for life.

Notes: Hi! After I posted the third chapter I noticed I have more than 200 followers!!! I truly can't believe it, thank you so much!!! And I decided to write this chapter as fast as I could for a 100 followers celebration, which means the fifth chapter will be a 200 followers celebration along with a one shot from my masterlist. I'm so grateful for the people who keep reading this series and for the new ones who are giving me the opportunity to give them something to read. Likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. English is not my first language so pardon me if anything is misspelled or grammatically incorrect. Also the main idea came from a webtoon but I can’t remember it’s name. Enjoy!

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Closing the door behind him a very happy leopard stops in front of the elevator to call, once inside he marks the parking lot. Which car should I drive today? Well I'm already late, I should take the smaller one he walks and picks up one of the two pair of keys dangling from his parking space I can't wait to take Beautiful out, just the two of us a boxy smile breaks through with this thought and gets in the car After this shoot I'm gonna pretend to be sick and get back to her quickly.

Thanking to the people who picked up the place for the photoshoot, since it was near the building he lives in, he exists the car and jogs a little bit to meet with his manager, a dog hybrid, waiting for him at the entrance, "Tae, I know you're a really big name in this industry, and thanks to me may I add" Jaehyun says with a silly smile and walking where there was already a lot of people waiting for Taehyung "but you can't be this late to a shoot man" this time is a frown what accompanies his words. "I know hyung, I'm sorry, you know I don't like to waste people's time but something happened yesterday and my phone died so the alarm didn't ring and I had to make breakfast but didn't have groceries so everything was a bit chaotic".

Once they're in front of the crew, Taehyung says out loud "I'm sorry everybody, I didn't mean to be this late" "It's okay, I mean you're THE Kim Taehyung you can be as late as you want" says a young leopard hybrid coming way to closer for his liking, like she almost wanted to touch him, so he takes a step back "I'm sorry Director, it won't happen again" he says bowing at her, which makes the girl blush "Um, Tae, she's no…" Jaehyun stars but gets interrupted "She's not the director Taehyung, it's me, she works with the make-up department" a slighter older fox hybrid walks towards Jaehyun and him "Oh, I'm sorry for being late Sir" he bows again, but this time at the right person "I know you're a big name but it can't happen again while we do this campaign" "It won't I swear" Taehyung says with his anima ears twitching nervously and his human ears red from embarrassment, at this the Director chuckles "It's okay, go get changed and then go to make-up while we set up things to start the shoot" he points at a girl who raises her hand She must be from the costume's department thus Taehyung walks behind her until they get to the dressing room.

"Hi Mr. Kim, I'm Danny and I'll be helping you during this campaign with what you'll be wearing" "Thank you Danny, and you can call me Taehyung, Mr. Kim sounds way to formal for my liking" he smiles gently at her Wow he is even more handsome in person and the rumor of him being a sweetheart are true, thank you universe for already having a partner otherwise I would probably be acting like the girl from make-up "Sure thing Taehyung" she says with red cheeks "These are the clothes you're gonna be wearing for this particular shoot" Danny shows him the main show of the shoot, a pair of underwear, with a pair of jeans and a jacket, both in denim "Okay" the leopard goes behind a curtain to change himself "If you need anything, I'm here" Danny says in a more professional tone "I actually have a question" he says while taking off his shirt "Sure, is anything not your size?" "No, it's not about the clothes or the shoot" "Oh" she says more relaxed "Sure" You're human right? I mean I didn't smell anything particular from you, except a faint smell of giraffe" he rushes his explanation in fear of offending her while almost falling from taking off his pants, she chuckles at this "Yes, I'm human and the scent you're smelling is my partner, it's faint because he's away on business, may I ask why are you asking this?" "It's just that I found my partner and she's also human and I wanted to know how can I court without scaring her, both my parents are hybrids so I don't know if I should do something different" a fondly smile forms on his lips by the mere thought of you "Well" she laughs a little "Andy was very forward, we crossed paths at a coffee shop and as I was exiting he screamed Wait! I think you're my partner to the entire shop and I genuinely thought that wasn't directed to me so I just walked out but he followed me and tapped my shoulder and told me the thing he just screamed was aimed at me, so we sat and started talking. I think everyone in this world knows they're destined to someone therefore you shouldn't be afraid of scaring" she finishes at the same time he pushes the curtain already changed That's the thing, I don't think she knows about the Connection which is so weird but he doesn't let his thoughts reflect on his face, instead he smiles at Danny "Thank you, you were very helpful" "Okay, let me see you" she turns on her job face "Please turn around" she hums looking for something that may stand out in the wrong way "I think you look great, the jacket is not too big, the boxers are up enough to see the brand but your abs can also be seen, and the jeans make your thighs look great, and this denim makes you ears stand out in very nice way. You're ready to go to make-up Taehyung" she smiles at him "Thank you Danny" he waves at her, exiting the dressing room.

"Hi handsome" someone says as soon as he exits, scaring him a little. Turning to look at the person who startled him, he finds the same leopard girl he thought was the director "Hey Taehyung, I was just coming to get you to take you to make-up" Jaehyun approaches but stops when spotting the girl "What are you doing here?" he asks "I'm here to pick him up" "The director told you to wait by your room, thus I'm asking again, what are you doing here?" "I'm just trying to show initiative, that's all" she answers with a fake sweet smile "Let's just go, yeah? We're already behind schedule because of me I don't want to keep delaying everything" Taehyung intervenes. "Yeah, you're right Tae…Lady, please take us to the make-up room" Taehyung puts himself between the wall and Jaehyun, just to be safe from the girl, watching this the girl frowns because she wants to be next to him Especially if he's wearing something so tempting. The three get to the room full of make-up suitcases "Okay, we're already you can leave now" she smirks at Jaehyun "You know make-up artists have to be alone to do the job quickly and without errors" Jaehyun growls a little bit at her but knows he can't do anything because she's right "Tae, call me if you need anything" he looks at the male leopard like saying If this crazy girl throws herself at you call me at which Taehyung only nods, and Jaehyun takes his leave.

"Okay Tae, you can sit here" she purrs the words in an attempt to sound sexy "Please don't call me Tae, only people close to me can call me that" Taehyung says in a deeper and strained tone of voice, one he uses when he's not comfortable or mad, dreading being with her and sitting in front of her "Then we can get closer, don't you think?" she trails one of her fingers up his right arm, trying to reach his exposed chest, however a male hand stops her intention "Look I really don't want to say anything to the director about your inappropriate behavior but if you continue I'm not going to have another choice but to talk to him" at this point his chest was vibrating to let out a growl, but he contained himself. Watching his face she felt a little scared but that didn't deterred her purpose This man is going to be mine, he just doesn't know it yet. I mean, we're both leopards, we obviously belong to each other. I have to be more forward with that in mind she sits in his lap, wrap her arms around his neck and brings her face closer to his, watching how her prey open his eyes wide Oh he looks so cute, and he's gonna be mine "Come on Tae, I know you don't have a partner and look at me, we would be incredible together, you're hot I'm hot, we're both leopards, and I'm just feeling this electricity between us, it's incredible" with each word her voice goes lower and her face closer I can't just toss her, it could hurt her and it would make a mess.

"Lia, what are you doing on top of Taehyung?!" A woman's voice wakes up Taehyung from his shock and stands up, trying not to toss the girl with too much force, and turns to find a familiar face "Mrs. Choi?" "Mom! What are you doing here?!" the girl screams at the woman Is she the daughter of one of the best make-up artists? Taehyung thinks "No, the one who asks questions is me. Now, what were you doing on top of him?" "Mom, we're part-" "She sat on top of me! Started touching me and saying crazy things! And we're definitely not partners, I already have one and she's at home!" it's not his intention to almost scream but that's how it comes out, he wants to be clear with anyone who's listening that he already has a partner, a very beautiful partner What? He has a partner? Well, it doesn't matter he's not marked yet which means anything can happen the other leopard in the room thinks "Oh my God Lia, I told you that if you wanted to come with me you had to behave and why was the door closed, you know that until the senior enters the apprentice can't close the door" Mrs. Choi says "Are you the one who's going to do my make-up?" Taehyung says with a hopeful tone, and he's so relieved even his ears stand up in relaxation "Yes, darling. And I'm so sorry for my daughter" hearing her mother say that Lia crosses her arms in frustration If you hadn't enter mom I could've kissed him "Now let's do your make-up quickly Taehyung, after all this isn't the first time we work together" and it's true for most of his shoots Mrs. Choi has been the one does his make-up so, by now, the know what works the best. After 15 minutes Mrs. Choi is finishing his make-up, she really wanted to finish fast after all her daughter couldn't stop looking at Taehyung and trying to touch at very chance she could get, and the boy's obviously very uncomfortable; "There, all done" she says applying a thin layer of gloss to make his lips stand a little bit, Taehyung looks at himself in the mirror in front of him "Thanks Mrs. Choi, as always your work is impeccable" the woman smiles at him "My pleasure Taehyung, will be seeing each other because of this campaign so we'll see each other soon" Taehyung stands up and exits the room listening to something along the lines of "Let's go home young lady, we need to talk about boundaries at a work place" "But m-".

"Tae, you're finally out" Jaehyun starts asking as soon as he sees Taehyung "What happened? Did that girl do something? You know what? Where's the director, he needs to know this" "Hyung, hyung!" Taehyung almost screams but at least gest Jaehyun's attention "She's Mrs. Choi's daughter, apparently wanted to learn about this world" "Mrs. Choi's daughter? But she's so ahhh" Jaehyun makes angelic noise "and that girl was so oohhh" Jaehyun makes scary noises now, which makes Taehyung laugh out loud. Hearing a deep laugh the director approaches the two young men "Taehyung, did you finish? Are you ready?" "Yes Sir" Taehyung immediately stops laughing and transforms it into a serious face "Okay, please put yourself in front of the camera" the older male chuckles softly at the nervousness of the young leopard.

Modeling comes easy for Taehyung since he was recruited at 16 years old people has praised his good looks and how natural he's in front of a camera, however he started his official career at 20 years old and he's been doing it for 5 years now. It pays the bills and lets him have a certain commodity, and now that he found you he knows he can also provide for you as well. Being in front of the camera makes Taehyung sometimes feel weird or even shy depending on the type of shoot he's doing but once he switches on his modeling talent he can only focus on what pose to next so it can come as natural as possible, something many directors like when working with him is that the leopard almost never need directions he knows which are his best poses, his best faces and most importantly knows how to use his body, which angles show, in this case, the clothes better and how can his animal features add to the mix, play with his tail or hide his ears to show something.

Because of how good he is at his job the shoots ends on time, despite Taehyung being late, and now was time to go home There's no way I'm gonna keep working when it's almost noon and Beautiful doesn't have anything to eat "Hey hyung, I'm not feeling well, I think being with that girl really disturbed me, besides I think I ate something that's bloating me. I think I should go home, tell the other shoots we can double the time when we reschedule or the can pay me less" Jaehyun couldn't say anything because Taehyung starts running to the dressing room "Hi Danny" and changes his clothes in a flash "Bye Danny", the leopard runs again and encounter the Director "Great job Director, thank you for everything, have a nice day, I look forward to the next shoot I swear I'll be on time" he bows and runs again towards his car not even paying attention to the "Taehyung's" Jaehyun is screaming.

Once inside his car he makes a plan First I need to buy her a phone, hers is obviously so old it doesn't work anymore, I have to buy one for Jiwoo too because I know how important she's to Beautiful. Second, the both need clothes just a few and the we can go together to buy more. Finally, groceries for the three of us. Parking at the mall, Taehyung goes straight to a store where he can buy the phones, for his Beautiful he buys the same one he has but pink because he saw that many of her things had that color It suits her that color he smiles at the thought, and for Jiwoo he buys same model but white. Outside of the store he looks at the watch on his wrist Damn it, there's not a lot of time adding something more to the list he goes to the food court and approaches to a Italian restaurant and orders 3 lasagnas to take, and while they're making them Taehyung goes to a store for clothes as soon as he sees a clerk similar to your body type he asks her to pick six shirts, two pair of jeans, and 4 pair of shorts It's getting hotter these days with summer approaching, he pays and goes to another store for the underwear where he basically does the same but this time with a very red face and animal ears glued to his head from embarrassment, in this store he pays even faster. He has to accept he must look like a mad man running from one place to another with a lot of bags; he gets to the restaurant and picks up what is gonna be lunch. Running again he sees his car closer and closer, he puts the lasagnas in the front seat and the rest of the bags on the back seat, once inside he takes route to the nearest supermarket around his building.

Getting off the car after parking, he takes a supermarket cart an starts going through the aisles to pick up and put inside the cart the food of his choice I just hope they like what I'm choosing, but I can always bring them with me if she wishes something else. With the supermarket already seen he approaches the cashier and pays and pack everything as fast  as he can, looking at his watch once more he notices it's noon Okay I'm close just have to hurry up a little bit he tries to run with difficulty from the heavy grocery bags. This time he puts the bags on the trunk and gets up inside to start driving to the destination he wants to arrive the most Home.

Finally seeing his building he presses the gas a little bit more, once inside the parking lot, he parks next to his other car and takes out all of the boxes that despite being heavy he can carry all of them thanks to the gym and his leopard genes. He walks towards the elevator and calls it, it doesn't take long and it opens its door and he walks inside. Marking the 10th floor, he's almost buzzing with excitement, his tail is wiggling behind him in a happy manner. The elevator chimes and announces it arrived at its destination opening its doors. The leopard exists and runs for his apartment, in front of the door he opens it Finally. "I'm home"

Chapter 5

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Here is Chapter 6! Things are getting heated between the two. I appreciate the feedback and I hope you’re enjoying the story!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 4,322

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

After what seemed like forever you and Jimin were having a day together at his place. He put out a spread of various foods and drinks while the two of you talked and caught up with each other.

“How have things been between you and Yoongi?”

“Slightly better I guess. We have meals together sometimes and we talk a little more.”

“He doesn’t shut up about you at work.”

“What do you mean?”, you asked taking a bite of your dumpling.

Jimin giggled, “I don’t know, he’s just always asking about you. Like how you’re doing or if you mentioned anything about him. It’s kind of cute. Like a teenager with a crush.”

“I mean we live together and we’re already married. Why doesn’t he just ask me himself?”

“I don’t know. Yoongi’s always been kind of weird that way.”

“Oh yeah I completely forgot to tell you that he was livid last night about you introducing me to Taehyung. Said he was going to kill you and then fire you. I still don’t know why he got so upset about the whole thing.”

“Well because Taehyung is extremely handsome and also very straight forwardly friendly and kind. He’s a lot of what Yoongi isn’t and Yoongi knows that. I think he was a little worried you’d run off because he knows he wouldn’t stand a chance if Taehyung made a move on you.”

His words caused you to stop and think for a moment. Yoongi jealous? “I mean why would he care so much? I feel like he’s been trying to get rid of me since day one so Taehyung would just be doing him a favor.”

“I don’t know. I think he’s starting to come around a little. Maybe you’re slowly melting away at his ice cold heart.”

You remembered what Seokjin had told you about Yoongi coming around eventually.

“Yeah well tell that to all the women he already cheated on me with. I’m sure that’s still going on somehow.”

“Trust me I know. I’ve had many words with him about that. Now as far as I know he hasn’t been with any women in a couple months. He even transferred out one of his favorite interns because she wasn’t taking no for an answer and kept coming on to him.”

The laugh that you let out bellowed through the room, “Yeah okay. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

After finishing up all the food that was left and helping him clean up you said goodbye to Jimin and headed home. You felt better, lighter even, after spending the day with him. It was definitely something you needed. Getting home you were surprised to find Yoongi sitting on the couch watching a basketball game. He was dressed comfortably in sweats and a tshirt. It was off as you’ve alway seen him in expensive suits. Even his casual wear was usually still designer and well styled. You’ve never seen him look so plain before but he looked happier somehow.

When he noticed you he smiled and told you there was some takeout in the fridge that he had ordered for you just in case you were hungry.

You thanked him and headed off to your room wanting to take a hot shower and get ready for bed as you weren’t really hungry after eating at Jimins all day.

Just as you were about to get under the covers a soft knock appeared at your door. Yoongi was standing there holding a mug which he quickly handed over to you and you smiled at the warm milk staring back at you. You had a feeling that he wanted something more than to just bring you a glass of milk at 11pm.

Your instincts were right because he began to nervously scratched at the side of his neck, “So Y/N our first anniversary is coming up and I was wondering if maybe you would like to go on a trip with me. To celebrate. It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’d fully understand. I just thought maybe we could go somewhere or I don’t know. Again it’s okay if you don’t want to go. I haven’t planned anything yet. I just thought I’d ask to see what you’d say. It’s probably a dumb idea.”

At this point he was rambling so fast you could barely make out what he was saying. Maybe it was the fact that you were so tired or that you were still on a high from the great day you had with Jimin but you agreed. “Sure Yoongi. I’ll go with you. Sounds nice.”

You could see the tension leave his body as well as the surprised look on his face showing that he fully expected you to decline his offer. “Okay, I’ll let you know the details once I have them figured out.”

Nodding you shut the door and climbed in bed with your mind racing. Another week stuck on vacation with Yoongi. Something you had hoped you’d never have to go through again.

A few days went by and one day during dinner Yoongi had told you that the anniversary trip was going to be a surprise. All you needed to know was to pack comfy clothes and that he’d handle the rest.

Two weeks later you were in the passenger seat as Yoongi drove the two of you to your destination. While surprised that this trip didn’t involve a plane you were also excited as this meant you werent going to have to suffer in tropical hell again.

After a four hour car ride you pulled up in front of a large cabin.

“I know it’s not the Alps but I thought it would be nice to go somewhere more low key and quiet. I wanted a redo of our honeymoon since I had purposely picked somewhere I knew you’d hate.”

“I knew you did that on purpose.”, you smirked.

Yoongi opened the front door for you with the code he was given while he went back to the car to grab the bags. The cabin was what you’d always dreamed about. There was a large fireplace with a stack of wood ready to be burned sitting next to it. A big comfy couch adorned with fluffy blankets and pillows sat in front. The kitchen was massive and to your surprise already fully stocked with food. Making your way upstairs to the master bedroom you were excited to see a balcony.

Stepping out you were greeted with the most breath taking view you’d ever seen. Snow covered mountains were framed by tall and full pine trees. Off in the distance a family of deer ran through the snow. You felt like you were looking at a Christmas card. It was quiet and peaceful and everything you could hope for.

While taking in the beauty you didn’t notice Yoongi step out onto the balcony behind you. He startled you as he spoke, “Do you like it?” “Yeah it’s incredible.”, you smiled. It didn’t take long for him to violently start shivering which got a big laugh out of you even though he tried his best to hide it.

“Come on you big baby. Let’s go back inside.”

Once back in the warmth of the cabin Yoongi told you to take a shower or a nap or whatever you wanted and he’d start on dinner.

You opted for a nice hot bath letting the water soothe you. The lavender oil provided by the host adding a nice comforting touch. When you were cleaned and changed into some comfy clothes you went down to the bottom level finding that Yoongi had built a fire and was just putting the finishing touches on the meal.

You both ate quietly before you grabbed a blanket and went to the couch to watch a movie while he cleaned up before joining you. There was an awkward feeling in you. Even though the two of you were married you’d never really spent quality time like this together. You weren’t sure if you should sit right next to him or maybe on the other side of the couch but is that too awkward? Should you share a blanket or get him his own? Let him pick the movie or should you? You felt kind of ridiculous because it shouldn’t be so hard to watch a movie with your husband but at the same time it’s Yoongi.

You wrapped yourself up in the fluffy green blanket and decided to just take a seat on the right side of the couch and let him make the next move. Yoongi walked in a few minutes later handing you a mug of warm milk before taking a seat on the other end of the couch.

“I already chose a movie. I hope that’s okay. It’s one I’ve been wanting to see for a while.”, he said.

“Yeah sure that’s fine.”, you shrugged secretly happy that you wouldn’t have to awkwardly try to pick something together.

After he clicked play you chuckled when you heard the familiar music.

“Seriously Harry Potter?”, you asked.

“Yeah I’ve never seen it before and I’ve been told I resemble one of the characters so I thought we’d check it out.”

Snuggling in deeper to your blanket you smiled and began to watch as the movie unfolded.

The two of you made it through the first movie and decided to also get through the second when about half way through you felt a sudden chill. Since you’d planned to go to bed after this movie you stopped adding wood to the fire and it was noticeably colder in the room. Looking over you noticed the goosebumps climbing up Yoongi’s arm and you realized he was without a blanket.

Knowing that you were probably going to regret it later you scooted over so you were sitting closer to him. Not touching but close enough that you could share your blanket so you reached over and placed half on his lap.

“Here you look cold.”

“Thank you.”, he said with a smile and pulled the blanket up to cover himself.

Once the movie was over and after a passionate review on his part you made your way upstairs when the realization hit you. This cabin only had one bed. Yoongi who was not far behind you stopped when he noticed you standing there.

“Oh um how are we going to sleep tonight? I mean with only one bed?”, you asked.

“Well I thought we could share the bed together. Sorry I guess I should’ve asked you first. I can sleep down on the couch if you’re uncomfortable.”

For a second you really did consider making him sleep on the couch but ultimately decided that the bed was big enough for the two of you to comfortably share.

After completing your nightly routines you got in bed leaving a healthy space between the two of you. Both on your backs staring up at ceiling in silence until Yoongi spoke.

“Red”

You looked over at him with furrowed brows, “I’m sorry, what?”

Not removing his eyes from the spot on the ceiling he continued, “My favorite color is red. When we first went on a date you asked me and I made a sarcastic remark instead of telling you so I’m telling you now.”

You hummed.

“I also do really like to drink whiskey but if I had to choose I would never pass up a glass of ice cold chocolate milk.”

You snorted and he laughed, “You have no room to make fun of me Miss Mug of Warm Milk Before Bed.”

“I love basketball and music. Those are my interests. Growing up I wanted to be a music producer maybe even a rapper but my parents put a stop to that and made sure I would be set up to take over the company instead. Sometimes I regret that I let them stop me. Maybe I’d be a happier person if I went against their wishes.”

“I think you’re pretty good at what you do though. I mean you seem successful. But you should definitely rap for me one day. I’d pay to hear that.”

“I don’t think you could handle my lyrics.”, he said causing you both to erupt into laughter.

After a while of silence he continued, “Y/N I want to apologize for the way I treated you this first year. I know these are just words and you’re going to need a lot more than that from me but I’m going to do my best.”

“I heard from Jimin that you haven’t been hooking up with other women any more. Is that true?”

“Mmhm yeah it is. I haven’t been with anyone in a couple months.”

“Can I ask you another question?”, you asked.

“Go for it.”

“Why were you so determined to make this marriage miserable?”

He let go of a long sigh, “Well it’s kind of a long story. But uh when I was sixteen I met this girl, Mia. After a few months I finally worked up the courage to ask her out and she said yes. We dated for a while and when we were nineteen I wanted to propose. We were young but I knew I loved her more than anything in this world and I wanted to spend my life with her because there’d never be anyone else that I could possibly love that much. She was my everything. So I had this big elaborate proposal planned. She thought I was out of town on a business trip but I had lied about that and I left her a note in our apartment telling her to meet me on the rooftop of our building and I had the whole area decorated with roses and there was a dinner planned and I had a piano set up to play her a song that I wrote and then I’d get down on one knee. But after she was like 45 minutes late I went down to the apartment to see what was going on and she didn’t even read the note because she was too busy fucking some guy in our bed. Then she confessed that she’d been cheating on me the entire relationship and was only with me for the money and perks of my family. So after that I swore I’d never love anyone ever again. If I don’t love anyone then they can’t possibly hurt me like that. So after I met you I wanted you to hate me and treat me like you hated me because then I’d never fall for you but no matter what I did you’d still always be kind and be there waiting for me and putting in effort to make this work. I found myself starting to realize that maybe not everyone is out to just use me and that someone could actually love me.”

You sat in silence trying to find the right words. “I’m sorry Yoongi. That did sound like a really nice proposal though. A lot better than here’s this contract, sign on the dotted line like mine.”

He chucked, “Nah looking back it was pretty cheesy anyways. Maybe one day I’ll give you the proposal you deserve.”

“Okay but I want a song. And there better be a rap verse.”

“Deal. Any thing for you.”

The room fell into a silence after that.

“Anything you’d like to ask me?”, you questioned with a smile wanting to change the subject.

“Nope” he said but thankfully you could hear the playful smile in his voice.

“What is your family like?

You knew he was trying to ask about the orphanage thing without directly bringing it up so you decided to just spill it.

“Umm well my parents were great from what I remember. They were killed in a car accident when I was around five. Then I lived with my Aunt Erica until I was eight when she passed away from cancer. No one else in my family was willing or able to take me in so I was sent to live in an orphanage which is where I stayed until I turned eighteen. Then I met Jimin in college and we became really good friends. When he moved away I was pretty much on my own until I came here. So I guess we’re both just a couple broken hearted people, just in different ways.”

He didn’t respond right away and you weren’t sure if maybe you said too much until he spoke again.

“I’m really sorry Y/N. No one should have to go through something like that. I wish I could take away that pain.”

“It’s alright. Nothing can change it now.”

The two of you talked for a little while longer until finally falling asleep feeling a little closer.

The following day Yoongi took you sightseeing through the little mountain town. You ate lunch at a very cute cafe owned by the sweetest elderly woman who recognized Yoongi and kept gushing about how out of all the places to eat he chose her cafe. She even made him take a photo with her to hang on the wall. The woman wrapped her arms around his mid section clinging to him for dear life while completing how toned he felt which caused Yoongi to turn a shade of red you didn’t think was possible for a person. You got a good kick out of it at least.

After getting back to the cabin you changed out of your snow soaked clothes and agreed to continue watching the next Harry Potter film as a continuation of the night before. This time though without thinking you sat down next to Yoongi and immediately covered both of you with the blanket before grabbing the tray of cookies and various pastries he had bought at the cafe earlier. He gave you a smile before taking one of the cookies in his mouth.

You guys got through two more movies before deciding to call it a night and getting into bed.

When you fell asleep you were on opposite sides of the bed. So you were extremely confused when you woke up a couple hours later and Yoongi was now spooning you while holding you as close against him as you could get. His arms tightly wrapped around your waist as his breath tickled the back of your neck.

Part of you wanted to scramble out of the bed and get as far away from him as you could but another part of you was really enjoying the warmth and comfort of being in his arms.

You tried to distance yourself and push away from him a little but his arms only snaked around you tighter pulling you back.

In your attempt to push away you may have accidentally stirred something in him. Slowly he began placing kisses along the back of your neck and down your shoulder. His hand running down the side of your hip before his fingers began dancing on your thighs. Your body seemed to melt into him.

“Yoongi”, you whispered trying to get a better grasp of what his intentions were. Maybe he was just dreaming you thought. He placed another two kisses to the back of your neck, “Is this okay? I’ll stop if you want.” You really thought about it. Your heart was telling you no but your brain and the rest of your body was saying yes. “You really haven’t slept with anyone else in the last couple months?”, you questioned. “I swear on everything.”, he answered.

Turning over to face him you suddenly felt an extreme wave of nervousness come over you.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable Y/N.”

You nodded, “I want to.”

He kissed your lips before adjusting himself to be on top of you. He began placing kisses along your neck past your collarbone. His hands reaching for the hem of your night shirt lightly gripping the edge. “Can I?”, he asked. You nodded slightly sitting up so he could pull the shirt off you.

“You really are beautiful Y/N.”, he said as his hands traced over your body.

As the kisses between you became more and more intense and his hands seemed to have more courage you felt him begin push himself against you and any apprehension you had went away. It had been so long since you’d been touched like this and you wanted him bad.

The rest of your clothes were removed as were his and your bodies reconnected like a magnet had pulled you two together. Whether it was the fact that it had been so long for you or the way that he took his time making sure to pleasure every inch of your body, it was the best and also most intense experience you had ever had.

Afterwards he pulled you close against him while you both tried to slow down your rapid breathing. He placed another kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. Just before he fell asleep you heard the faintest whisper, “I love you Y/N.”

After that you had a hard time falling asleep. Things in your relationship were moving a little too fast for your liking. This is what you had always hoped for and what you had always wanted but after everything that had happened with him you knew you would have to move forward carefully.

Having fallen asleep at some point you were woken up when Yoongi began moving and got out of the bed making his way to bathroom. A few minutes later the shower kicked on so you sat up stretching in the bed to wait your turn.

The nightstand next to you kept vibrating and you saw Yoongi’s phone laying face down.

Every few seconds

*Buzz*

*Buzz*

*Buzz*

You started to get annoyed but then you worried that something may be wrong. You grabbed his phone preparing to knock on the bathroom door when you happened to glance at the phone screen. There were several texts and missed calls nothing that concerned you as he was a busy guy after all. Until something red caught your eye. A text from someone name Suri. In the text a photo of a woman dressed in a barely there red lace lingerie set. You thought back to Yoongi telling you his favorite color was red. The text included with the photo is what caused the room to spin around you.

“Last week was amazing. Can’t wait to see you again. I went out and got a new outfit for you and in red just like you like it. Maybe don’t rip this one. ♥️😘”

After tossing the phone onto the bed you grabbed your suitcase and started throwing all of your belongings into it. You felt sick. You felt like crying. You felt like throwing something. He lied to you. He lied to you before, during, and after.

Yoongi unknowing of the events that just transpired came walking out of the bathroom towel drying his hair. “Y/N I think we should go back to that cafe for breakfast, they had a croissant sandwich I think you’ll really like, and then maybe walk down to that lake it looked really nic-.” He stopped when he saw you stuffing your bag.

“What are you doing?”

You looked up at him with a tear stained face.

“Y/N what happened? Did someone do something to you?”

“Yeah Yoongi, You!! I can’t believe you. What kind of sick game are you playing? Just when I thought you were changing for the better. That maybe deep down you were a good person and not a self centered jerk.”

“Y/N what’s going on? I don’t understand what happened?”

“Oh cut the bullshit Yoongi. You know if you wanted to just use me for sex we could’ve stayed at home and hate fucked each other or something. You didn’t have to bring me out here and make me think you were actually falling in love with me.”

“Y/N I do love you and I have been trying to change. I’m trying to show you that.”

“Fuck you Yoongi. I’m not doing this any more. Next time you need someone to stick your dick into go ahead and call Suri. It looks like she’s replaced the lingerie set that you ripped LAST WEEK! It’s a cute one too. I was even thinking about getting something similar last night but now at least I don’t have to waste money on it.”

Yoongi took a step forward to try and reach out to you but you put your hands up to separate yourself.

“Y/N nothing happened with her. I swear. I know it looks back but let me explain.”

“Save it.”

Before you grabbed the door handle you stopped and turned to face him, “You know I actually felt really bad for you after you told me about Mia and what she did to you. I understood how you could be the way that you are and I was 100% committed to trying to forgive you and move on with a loving happy marriage. But now, I don’t know if I can ever truly love you Yoongi.”

You slammed the door behind you and stormed out of the house. Thankfully the bus station wasn’t too far of a walk and the cold air gave you a chance to calm down anyways and also have an excuse as to why your face was so red. After buying a ticket you took a seat on a bench near the window to wait for your bus. You really wished you would’ve taken a shower before storming out of the cabin. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla heavily staining your skin, a painful reminder of your mistake from the night before.

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Head Over Skates || @mercurygguk🔞💔🔄

↳ in which jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you hate his guts and he knows it – that's why he's more than determined to make the most of three weeks of project work. you're convinced it's going to be the end of you.

My Heart Did || @aseaofyoongi🔞💔✅

↳ as soon as senior years comes to an end a lot of teens shed who we were and strive to be flourish into a more polished version of themselves. although, broken hearts aren’t so quick to heal what happens when thoughts reveal all we need to know?

Bad Idea || @back2bluesidex🔞💕✅

↳ Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

Don't Tell Me That... You Forgot || @sweetiestokkie💕✅

↳ (short summary that i have come up with since there wasnt one, but oc plans a secret birthday for jk. so we have a lil ol angy jjk.)

Just The Tip? || @joon4eva🔞💕✅

↳ you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.

My Flower || @i-am-baechu💕✅💯

↳ Men don’t get enough flowers. That’s why whenever it’s Namjoon’s birthday, Y/N always sends flowers (someone please get me a boo so that i can give them flowers.)

Socks || @hisunshiine💕✅

↳ (theres no summary but if we talking about socks, his god dam toe socks lives in my mind rent free and i need it to start paying rent.)

Take Care Of You || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.

When I Say Forever || @kookslastbutton🔞💕✅💯

↳ Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

7 Hybrids Moved In With Me || @lillsisamarshmallow💕💔🔄

↳ When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?

Entangled || @caelesjjk🔞✅💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

Hold Me Together || @casuallyimagining💕🔄💯

↳ a collection of drabbles and headcanons featuring seokjin, yoongi, and namjoon and their significant others.... all of whom have chronic illnesses. each piece can be read on its own or as part of a series.

Leaked || @btsficsandsuch💕💔✅

↳ Req by OP's Followers: Hi ,I love your writing so much . Can I request a ot7 × platonic fem reader where they became friends accidentally and she is also their fan but something happens like a misunderstanding of sorts and she is blamed or something then when the truth comes out they ask for her forgiveness but don't make her forgive them easily also include an accident in between story if you can. Sorry if it's too confusing .have a good day

Stars Around My Scars || @vanteggukie💕💔🔄

↳ people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good.

Rainy Days || @rklve🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

Taste Of His Own Medicine || @btsficsandsuch💔✅💯

↳ You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.

The Back Up Plan || @btsgotjams27💕✅💯

↳ one drunken night leads to an agreement that if you and jungkook are still single by 30, you'd marry each other. the only thing is jungkook has been doing everything he can to keep you single.

Aphrodite In War || @jungblue🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Basic Needs || @gggukniverse🔞✅💯

↳ missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

Safety Net || @pradaksj🔞💕💔✅

↳ on new year’s eve, you and jungkook reflect on each other’s entire year together. 

Heart-On || @junghelioseok🔞✅💯💯

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is. (this is part of their serendipity series, make note that its not connected. do check out their jjk fic thats part of this series!!)

Territorial || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄

↳ Who would've known that the big bad wolf isn't actually all that bad?

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[kingofbodyrolls]

My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | twelve

🐴Chapter summary: Life with Jimin is perfect— he is the man of your dreams and you feel like you’re living the perfect life. Until someone from the past shows up, scatters your world and leaves you utterly heartbroken.

🐴Chapter title: Broken Dreams

🐴Pairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc

🐴Characters: female reader (she’s more like an OC, but isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jiimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters.

🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst

🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

🐴Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

🐴Chapter warnings: angst, unprotected sex, spanking, nipple play, fingering, oral (female), scratching at back, hair pulling, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a lot of crying and heartbreak I am so sorry 😭 there is also a mention of pregnancy (not reader!!!) and a lot of jealousy— I’M SO SORRY 😭

🐴Status: completed 🥳

🐴Word count: 14.4k

🐴Taglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld, @antisocial-mochi267,

*tumblr isn’t letting me tag you! There could be a lot of reasons for that, check out this lovely post about it.

🐴Now playing 💿 “Broken Dreams” by Rebecca Lavelle. [Wanna listen to the serie’s playlist?]

🐴Author’s note: I’m just gonna come out and say it: you’re gonna hate me again (and OC too), lol. This chapter is bittersweet and I’m really really sorry for the ending! 😭 It was very tough to write with all the angst and heartache.. But please know that the sun will shine on them again ☀️ And all the angst is almost over!!! 🥹 

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there. Wanna see the book cover?

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“It’s so fragile Easy broken It’s so fragile, and it goes so slow” - ‘Broken Dreams’ by Rebecca Lavelle

As the months whirl by in a blur of blissful moments, you find yourself lost in the sweet rhythm of love with Jimin. Each passing day is a testament to the depth of your affection, from the shared laughter in your work endeavors to the cozy nights spent intertwined in each other's embrace. Tonight is no different, with Jimin nestled beside you, his presence a comforting reassurance of your bond.

You find yourself roused from sleep earlier than usual, a rare moment where you get to simply observe him in his slumber – typically, it’s him stirring you awake. Yet today, the tables have turned, affording you the chance to marvel at his serene form. His face appears angelic, though you’ve also witnessed the mischievous glint that occasionally dances across his features. As he rests, a tranquil air envelops him, his face a study in tranquility; closed eyes, a delicately proportioned nose with a hint of mischief in its slight bump and ample nostrils. It’s an endearing combination, rendering him undeniably charming – a concoction of cuteness, handsomeness, and raw allure that leaves you spellbound.

Your gaze lingers on his flawless lips, plush and inviting, reminiscent of those on a Bratz doll – soft, pouty, and undeniably cute. It’s a marvel how lips can exude such innocence and allure simultaneously. The urge to kiss him swells within you, a magnetic pull drawing you closer with each passing moment.

His bangs cascade delicately across his forehead, a tousled masterpiece that you contributed to last night, a testament to the passion shared between you. Even in disarray, his hair frames his face perfectly, accentuating his captivating features. Every glance at him only deepens your admiration; he's a vision of beauty that leaves you utterly spellbound.

As he breathes, delicate moans escape his lips like whispers of contentment, each one painting a serene smile across your lips. Gently, you reach out and brush aside a stray strand of hair, revealing more of his peaceful face. In slumber, he appears almost otherworldly, his features softened by the tranquility of rest. Cupping his cheek, you feel the weight of his sigh resonate within you, a symphony that sets your heart aflutter with adoration.

A gentle stir ripples through his sleeping form, and you find yourself pondering whether he’ll awaken soon. With a day brimming ahead, perhaps it’s time to rouse him from his slumber?

You tenderly cradle his cheek once more, and in a soft, breathless murmur, your name escapes his lips as he nuzzles deeper into the warmth of your hand.

His eyes remain closed, yet he stirs with a newfound awareness, his voice filled with the warmth of morning sunlight. “It’s always a treasure waking up next to you,” he murmurs, his words like gentle caresses against the dawn.

Your smile blooms like a secret garden, unseen but felt in the air, as his words weave a tapestry of affection around you. Each syllable resonates deep within, echoing the sentiments you hold close. The days without him stretch like barren deserts, devoid of color and life, longing for the oasis of his presence.

“Kiss me,” his voice, a gentle whisper, carries a subtle plea as he utters those two simple words, a request laced with anticipation and tenderness. Though his eyes remain veiled behind the curtain of sleep, the soft curve of his lips tells a story of affection, inviting you into a moment of shared intimacy.

With a soft chuckle dancing on your lips, you lean in to meet his lips, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours in a delicate exchange. Each kiss is a symphony of tenderness and desire, a silent promise of unwavering devotion. Straddling his hips, you lose yourself in the sweetness of his lips, savoring every moment of the intoxicating lust between you.

His touch is a gentle caress, his palms radiating warmth as they cradle your cheeks. It’s as if his hands are a sanctuary, offering solace and reassurance in their tender embrace.

You draw back, gazing at his flushed face, captivated by the softness of his lips, irresistible in their plump allure. Unable to resist, you lean in once more, your lips meeting his in a fervent dance. Beneath you, his laughter ripples like a melody, adding a playful rhythm to your intimate symphony.

Finally, he unveils his eyes, locking onto your mesmerizing gaze. In that moment, you are a breathtaking masterpiece, his heart’s sole desire reflected in your every feature. You are his everything, his world encapsulated in your presence.

“Good morning,” he rasps, his voice a delicious blend of morning huskiness and raw desire, sending a shiver down your spine. With a tender touch, he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear, his fingers lingering as if savoring the sensation of your skin.

“Good morning, babe,” you chirp, your voice filled with morning cheer and affection, eliciting a chuckle from him that rumbles beneath you, unveiling those endearing crooked teeth of his, adding to his irresistible charm.

You press your hips against his, feeling the unmistakable hardness of his dick, and a needy moan escapes your lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, a testament to your insatiable desire for him, leaving you yearning for more of his intoxicating presence.

His hands eagerly grasp your hips, his gaze locking with yours in a fiery intensity and so much love. The depth of emotion swirling in those captivating brown eyes renders you breathless, and it should be illegal.

“Babe,” his voice, teasing and laced with desire, sends shivers down your spine as you continue to grind against him, a mischievous smirk dancing across your lips. 

“Hm?” You respond with a low, seductive hum, your teeth sinking gently into your plump lower lip, your eyes smoldering with desire as you lock gazes with him. Your expression, a tantalizing blend of need and longing, silently conveys your hunger for him.

“Weren’t yesterday enough?” In his chuckle, there’s a playful tease, yet his hands, now firmly gripping your hips and gently sliding to caress your ass, speak volumes of his unspoken desire.

“No. I can never get enough of you Jimin,” you declare with a breathy whisper, your voice laden with longing and desire, as you lean in to capture his lips once more. With every kiss, the hunger between you intensifies, driving you to press your clothed core against his now fully hard cock, seeking the electrifying friction that ignites fireworks between your bodies.

He releases a primal moan, his desire echoing through the room as he draws you closer, his arms enveloping you in a fiery embrace that ignites every nerve ending in your body.

“I see. I can’t get enough of you either,” he murmurs, lifting you gently, his gaze fixated on you with an intensity that makes your heart race. You’re a fucking goddess, hair tousled in a captivating disarray, cheeks flushed with desire, and eyes ablaze with a hunger that mirrors his own.

He delivers a firm slap to your ass, eliciting a gratifying moan from you. “Take your clothes off for me,” he commands, his voice laced with a potent mix of desire and authority.

You gaze down at your form, clad in the silky, provocative pajamas consisting of a camisole and shorts. With a deliberate motion, you seize the edge of the camisole and peel it off your body, allowing your breasts to spill out in a tantalizing display that elicits a deep groan from Jimin. His hands eagerly encircle your breasts, reveling in their softness and warmth.

“Fuck, I love your breasts. So beautiful like the rest of you,” his words send shivers down your spine as he admires your breasts with an intensity that ignites desire within you. You can feel his dick against you as you grind yourself further into his cock from outside the thin duvet.

His gentle tugs on your erect nipples send electric currents of desire surging through your veins, igniting a primal heat within you. The rush of lust floods your senses, pooling between your thighs and making you ache with need. You moan again, as you keep grinding yourself down on him.

“Now take your shorts and panties off.” His command is firm yet enticing, echoing in the air with a promise of untamed desire. You comply eagerly, shedding your shorts and panties with a sense of urgency, revealing yourself to him in all your naked splendor. As you hover above him, vulnerable yet empowered, the raw intensity between you crackles with anticipation, igniting a primal hunger that begs to be sated.

You sway your body tantalizingly above him, a seductive dance in the dim morning light. His laughter rumbles beneath you like a low, smoldering fire, igniting the already charged atmosphere. With a playful yet possessive touch, he spanks your ass gently, sending a thrill coursing through your veins.

“Now it’s your turn,” you murmur in a husky tone, a symphony of desire dripping from your lips as you seize the edge of the duvet, unveiling his chiseled form beneath. He’s just sleeping in his boxers and god, his physique, handsome and strong, so sculpted with his dedication to all the hard work around the ranch. 

You’re practically salivating as your fingers dance over his skin like eager flames, tracing the lines of his physique with a hunger that betrays your longing. From the inviting curve of his collarbones to the sculpted landscape of his abdomen, your touch ignites a trail of sensations that leave you breathless. Finally, your fingertips linger over the tantalizing bulge straining in his boxers.

With a teasing smile playing on your lips, you press yourself against him once more, the wetness from your pussy seeping through the fabric of his boxers, igniting a symphony of shared moans between you. 

You shift into a seated position, your eyes glinting mischievously as you playfully tug at the waistband of his boxers, “These are in the way.”

You gracefully slide to his side, giving him room to remove his boxers. As he swiftly tosses them aside, he playfully pins you down onto the mattress, eliciting a joyful giggle from you. In that moment, amidst laughter and desire, your heart brims with a potent mix of love and lust.

He descends to kiss you with a fervor that ignites every fiber of your being, his lips meeting yours in a tantalizing dance of desire. As the intensity of his kiss deepens, you feel his cock pressing against your lower stomach.

“Babe, you’re so pretty,” he breathes out, his voice laden with desire as he reluctantly withdraws from your lips. With a deliberate slowness, he embarks on a journey down your body, pausing at your neck where he showers you with a cascade of tender kisses, each one igniting a new wave of sensation within you.

You giggle and squirm in his embrace, his fingertips dancing along your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine as his touch tickles you relentlessly.

“Jimin, stop teasing me,” you giggle, though the playful plea in your voice betrays just how much you relish these moments of playful torment.

He trails down your neck, leaving a tantalizing path of kisses and nibbles, his warmth spreading like wildfire. Lower, his touch becomes more urgent, igniting every nerve as he caresses your breasts, his lips a tender contrast against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he takes a pert nipple into his mouth, sucking gently yet with an intensity that leaves you gasping for more.

Your breath hitches at his touch, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips as your body instinctively rises to meet his, every nerve alive with anticipation. Fingers dig into his sturdy back, craving the closeness, anchoring yourself to the intensity of the moment as he sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins.

His lips and tongue dance with fervor on your sensitive nipple, coaxing out gasps and moans that echo through the room, your body writhing in ecstatic response beneath his touch. Each flick of his tongue sends shivers of pleasure coursing through you, your senses ablaze with the overwhelming sensation of his intimate caress.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each tantalizing brush of his dick against your slickened folds, igniting an insatiable hunger for him deep within your core. Your pussy throbs with an urgent need, aching to be filled by his cock as you yearn for the exquisite union of your bodies, desperate for the intoxicating bliss only he can provide.

With his deft touch, he lavishes equal care and devotion on your neglected nipple, ensuring that both peaks are stimulated. Each tender caress sends electrifying sensations coursing through your body, heightening your arousal to dizzying heights as you surrender to the intoxicating pleasure of his ministrations.

“Jimin—,” you moan out his name, your voice a symphony of pleasure. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle nip of his teeth, sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins. God, you love his mouth so fucking much.

He releases your nipple from his mouth, transferring his attention to its twin with a hunger that sets your senses ablaze. His lips and tongue work in tandem, igniting fireworks of pleasure that dance across your skin. Each delicate nibble sends a surge of arousal pulsing through you, your body responding eagerly to his every touch, every caress.

You writhe beneath him, your back arching instinctively as desire courses through every fiber of your being. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving faint imprints of your longing etched upon him. The hunger within you grows insatiable, a primal need driving you to crave more of him, more of his touch, his passion, his everything.

Understanding your unspoken desires, he trails kisses down your abdomen, his lips igniting a trail of fire along your skin. Arriving at your pussy, he pauses, taking in the sight of you with a reverence that sends shivers down your spine. Then, with a flick of his tongue, he indulges in the exquisite taste of your arousal, sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body.

You feel so sensitive down there, but fuck, his tongue is nice. Every nerve ending tingles with sensitivity and when he moves further into your pussy, his face fully buried between your thighs, he explores every inch of your cunt, teasing, sucking and slowly lapping up your juices.

He’s loud— god, the noises he’s making as he eats you out are sending shivers down your spine. The noises are obscene, and you can’t help but want more.

As he devotes himself to your pleasure, the world around you blurs into a haze of ecstasy. The intensity of his ministrations on your clitoris sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being, rendering you powerless against the overwhelming waves of sensation. With each exquisite movement of his tongue, your senses heighten, your body thrumming with an electric current of desire. You grasp onto his hair, unable to contain the primal urge to draw him closer, to merge further into the abyss of passion he’s guiding you into.

“Fuck, Jimin. I’m gonna come already!” Your words spill out in a desperate plea, the raw intensity of your impending climax building like a tidal wave ready to crash over you. Every nerve ending ignites with a fiery ecstasy as your body quivers in anticipation. With a primal cry, your orgasm surges forth, a torrent of pleasure engulfing you in its embrace. Jimin’s skilled tongue works tirelessly to capture every essence of your release, his devotion evident in every fervent lick and tender kiss, amplifying the euphoria of the moment.

You gasp for precious air, your chest heaving with the aftershocks of ecstasy, as your senses reel in the aftermath. For a fleeting moment, your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind, lost amidst the haze of pleasure that envelopes your being.

As Jimin withdraws from your pulsating core, a single digit replaces his tongue, teasingly probing your slick folds. With effortless ease, it slides into your depths, igniting a symphony of sensations that echo through your body, eliciting a soft, involuntary moan from your parted lips.

Jimin’s soft chuckle fills the room, a symphony of delight as you clutch the sheets, your expression contorted in euphoric pleasure. Every furrow of your brow, every twist of your lips only adds to your beauty, a captivating portrait of ecstasy that leaves him utterly mesmerized.

He delves deeper, skillfully working his finger within you, each movement calculated to send ripples of pleasure through your core. As he adds another finger, your breath catches in your throat, a euphoric mixture of surprise and anticipation flooding your senses. With a soft gasp, you part your thighs more, offering yourself fully to his expert touch.

Still riding the waves of your first orgasm, every touch from Jimin feels like an extension of that euphoria, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body. 

As Jimin adds a third finger, a delicious stretch accompanies each movement, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With each thrust, he delves deeper, igniting a symphony of moans and gasps that fill the room.

Jimin skillfully explores the depths of your pleasure, his fingers questing for that elusive sweet spot, and you’re transported to another realm of sensation. When he finally strikes gold, a kaleidoscope of stars bursts behind your closed eyelids. “Jimin!” you cry out, surrendering to the rhythmic dance of his fingers as you eagerly match their movements, every stroke pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His voice, dark with desire, sends shivers down your spine, matching the intensity in his eyes. “Are you going to come again, baby?” he murmurs, his words dripping with anticipation, his gaze locked onto yours, igniting a primal fire within you.

You bite your lip, a silent affirmation as your head nods in agreement, unable to form words amidst the throes of pleasure that consume you.

With his other hand, he returns to your clit, expertly rubbing it in tandem with the rhythmic thrusts of his fingers. The dual stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, rendering you utterly powerless to its intoxicating effects. It’s as if every nerve ending is ablaze, your mind and body consumed by the overwhelming sensations, unraveling at the seams and short-circuiting under his masterful touch.

“Come on my fingers, babe,” he urges, his eyes ablaze with primal desire, and you surrender completely. As the tension inside you reaches its breaking point, you convulse beneath his touch, releasing another wave of liquid ecstasy onto his fingers, your body trembling with the intensity of your release.

You pant desperately, consumed by the heat of the moment, yet hungering for even greater heights of pleasure. Your body thrums with an insatiable desire, craving more.

“Fuck. You alway look so beautiful when you come,” his words ignite a fire within you, sending waves of validation and arousal crashing over your senses. As your body responds eagerly to his touch, you can’t help but yearn for more, your inner walls clenching around his fingers in a silent plea for something more substantial, and oh god you wish it was his cock instead.

He keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he lets you ride out your orgasm. Just when it feels like you’re teetering on the edge of sensory overload, he withdraws his fingers, allowing you to catch your breath. With a tender touch, he descends to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his own desire evident in the intensity of his embrace.

Your breathless plea hangs in the air, laden with desire and longing, as you lock eyes with him, your fervent need laid bare. “Jimin,” you implore, your voice a whisper laced with urgency, “please, I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock so bad.”

His chuckle dances in the charged air, a mix of amusement and arousal, as he watches your desperate expression. With a tender touch, he guides his dick to your pussy, aligning it with your entrance.

“My baby is so needy,” his laughter, a symphony of desire, echoes in the room as he teases you with the tip of his cock, each gentle touch igniting a fervent ache within you. Your moan, a melody of longing, fills the space, a plea for him to quench the fire he’s stoked.

“Don’t tease,” your plea, laden with urgency and desire, hangs in the air, a desperate cry for him to fill the void he’s created. With a soft chuckle dancing on his lips, he obliges, parting your trembling thighs further as he eases himself into your dripping pussy. The sensation, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and bliss, envelops you like a warm embrace from the heavens.

Gasping for breath, you surrender to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through you. “Ah, Jimin, fuck! Your dick feels incredible,” you pant, fingers curling around your legs as you draw them closer, a desperate attempt to deepen the electrifying feeling between your bodies.

His nose scrunches with intense pleasure as he thrusts into the depths of your walls, his hands bracing on either side of your body. A sharp intake of breath escapes his lips as he buries himself completely within you. Your inner muscles clench around him, eliciting a soft hiss of satisfaction from his lips.

His chuckle is breathless, a telltale sign of his struggle to maintain composure amidst the overwhelming sensation. “Who’s teasing now?” He manages, his voice laced with desire, a playful retort to your earlier plea.

He delves deeper into you, every inch of him enveloped by your warmth, the closeness of your bodies igniting an intense intimacy that sends shivers down your spine. This position, so raw and intimate, resonates deeply within you, a sensation you cherish with every fiber of your being.

With each withdrawal and thrust, he sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, eliciting a passionate cry of his name to escape your lips. 

Your senses are ablaze with the overwhelming sensation of him, each powerful thrust sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through your body. With a fervent grip on the sheets, you surrender to the rhythm of his movements, the way that he fills and stretches you out, every thrust a symphony of pleasure that resonates deep within your core.

His hands firmly anchored on either side of your body, the intensity of each thrust ignites a kaleidoscope of sensations, sending you spiraling into the cosmos. With your legs entwined around his hips, you invite him to delve deeper, to explore every inch of your being as he plunges into you with an insatiable hunger. As he descends to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, you’re consumed by the raw passion coursing between you, lost in the euphoria of your love.

Fuck, you love this. The sensation of him filling you up, the fusion of love and desire coursing through every fiber of your being, it’s intoxicating. With each movement, each thrust, you’re consumed by a rapturous ecstasy, savoring every moment of him being deep inside you. As your lips meet his in a fervent kiss, you pour all your passion into it, matching his tenderness with an equal fervor, lost in the symphony of pleasure that only he can orchestrate.

You abandon the sheets and grasp onto his back, your nails grazing his skin with each powerful thrust, lost in a whirlwind of sensation. “Fuck. Jimin,” you gasp, the name slipping from your lips like a fervent prayer amidst pleasure surging between you.

He chuckles softly, his warm breath caressing your skin as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, teasingly nibbling at the sensitive flesh. Each gentle bite sends a shiver of delight coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending with delicious anticipation.

Breathlessly, he murmurs against your neck, his voice laced with desire, “You’re so tight, so pretty.” He pulls out only to push himself back in again, seeking out that elusive sweet spot that sends waves of pleasure cascading through your body.

Every inch of him inside you feels like a perfect fit, igniting an exquisite symphony of sensations that leaves you gasping for air. As you feel him twitch within you, a surge of pleasure courses through your veins, prompting an instinctive clenching of your walls around him, drawing him deeper into your embrace.

The room is filled with the rhythmic symphony of your bodies colliding, the wet, intoxicating sound of skin meeting skin in a passionate dance. This must be one of your favorite sounds.

As he molds his body against yours, his weight pressing deliciously into you, almost laying flat against your stomach, you’re enveloped in his warmth and passion. His lips dance across your neck, alternating between tender kisses and playful nips, igniting a fire within you. With each stroke of your nails down his back, he responds with a symphony of pleasure, his breathy hisses a testament to the fire between you.

You feel him deep inside your pussy, and you sense the impending rush of another climax, building with an intensity that threatens to consume you entirely. This time, it surges through you with a force that defies containment, coursing through your veins like a wild river breaking free from its banks.

“Jimin, I’m gonna come again,” you pant as he drives into you with unrelenting force. With a wicked smirk, he rises, seizing your right leg and pulling it flush against his shoulder. As he presses down, stretching your body to its limits, each thrust plunges deeper, igniting sensations that border on divine.

His fingers find your throbbing clit once more, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through your body. You’re so sensitive, teetering on the brink, knowing that it only takes a whisper to send you cascading over the edge and come again.

His touch on your pulsating clit is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through every fiber of your being. With each circular motion and gentle tug, you’re propelled into a whirlwind of ecstasy. Your senses overload as your vision blurs into a kaleidoscope of white, gasping for air as waves of euphoria crash over you. Your body convulses in rhythmic spasms, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. It’s a symphony of sensation, leaving you utterly consumed by the intensity of pleasure, lost in a euphoric trance as your body dances to its own primal rhythm.

“Fucking hell, babe,” Jimin groans, his voice strained with the intensity of his impending release. You feel him still inside you, his body tensing with each pulsating wave of pleasure. Then, with an adorable scrunch of his nose, he reaches his climax. His grip on your leg tightens as he thrusts into you, his warm seed spilling within you. In that moment, you’re both lost in a haze of ecstasy, drenched in sweat, and gasping for air as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through your bodies.

He pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed, his chest heaving with each labored breath, the aftermath of passion evident in his flushed cheeks and glistening skin. With a soft chuckle, his hand finds its way to his stomach, just resting there.

“What’s so funny?” You turn your head toward him, your lips curving into a smile as you catch the playful glint in his eyes.

“You squirted, and we made such a mess,” he laughs, pulling himself closer to you again, his warmth enveloping you. “It was... hot,” he adds with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his playful tone laced with affection and desire.

As you kiss him, you can’t ignore the sticky sensation between your legs, and it starts to feel slightly uncomfortable.

“I’ll clean you up babe, don’t worry,” he reassures, noticing the faint furrow on your brow, his voice tender and comforting.

He gets up from the bed, slips into his boxers and steps out of the bedroom. After a few moments, he returns, carrying a warm washcloth, a blush on his face and his eyes flickering with a mix of bashfulness and affection as he meets your gaze.

“Why’d it take you so long?” You groan, parting your legs to offer him easier access for cleaning.

He chuckles, his face flushing even more, “I met your sister, she said to keep it down next time.”

You sit up, a stern look etched on your face as you scoff, “Who is she to talk? She and your brother keep me up all night with their loud noises!”

He chuckles softly, drawing nearer to you on the bed, his fingertips dancing along the curves of your thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

“Then we should just be louder, no?” He suggests playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes, though his cheeks remain flushed. His fingers hover tantalizingly close to your folds, teasing but not touching. Instead, he delicately applies the warm washcloth to your slick pussy, the comforting heat soothing against your sensitive skin. With careful motions, he begins to cleanse away the remnants of your shared passion, his touch gentle yet purposeful.

“Jimin, it’s not a competition. But we should totally do that next time,”  you chuckle, enjoying the tender care he showers upon you in the aftermath. The gentle touch of the washcloth against your skin is soothing, and you bask in the intimacy of the moment. Despite the tasks waiting for your attention, Jimin’s unhurried ministrations make you want to linger a little longer in this tranquility.

As he completes his task, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns on your thighs, you rise from the bed, feeling a sense of contentment envelop you. Scanning the room for your belongings, you locate a pair of panties and slip them on, then reach for Jimin’s abandoned button-down shirt, relishing in the comforting warmth it offers as you slide it over your shoulders.

When you pivot to face him, adorned solely in the delicate lace of your panties and his oversized shirt, a low, guttural groan escapes Jimin’s lips, his gaze trailing over your silhouette. With a languid movement, he reclines on the bed, his expression a mix of desire and admiration.

In a playful tone, you announce, “I’ll just paint a bit and then we can head down and get breakfast. You lay back and enjoy the view.” With a sly grin, you tug the curtains open just enough, anticipating how the morning sunlight will caress your skin as you immerse yourself in your artistic pursuit.

Allowing the brush to dance freely on the canvas, you let your mind flow with the strokes, creating another abstract masterpiece adorned with vibrant red hues. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch sight of Jimin reclining, wholly entranced by your artistic process, his gaze brimming with an unmistakable blend of affection and admiration.

Pausing mid-brushstroke, you shoot Jimin a playful smirk, your eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“Like what you see?” You tease, the hint of a smile playing on your lips.

Jimin’s groan reverberates in the room, his voice laced with desire. “Yes. You look so fucking hot in my shirt and with the bottom of your ass peeking out, and your tits out like that… are you sure we have to work today?”

You can’t help but burst into laughter, the sound bubbling with warmth and affection. Oh, how tempting it is to lose yourself in the allure of Jimin. Yet, duty calls, and as much as you crave his touch, completing this painting beckons with its own urgency and the rest of your work later.

With a playful sway of your hips, you tease Jimin further, the brush in your hand an extension of your artistic vision. Each stroke brings you closer to completion, the canvas soon to be adorned with your creativity and passion.

“It’s not fair,” he chuckles, rolling out of bed to retrieve his pants, “I’d like my shirt back, though I must admit, it looks ten times better on you.” His playful banter carries a hint of sincerity, his eyes lingering on your form as if the shirt were an afterthought compared to the allure it lends you.

You chuckle mischievously, relishing in the moment as you turn around and let the garment cascade off your body in a slow, tantalizing motion. Jimin’s eyes widen in awe, captivated by your confident display. With a sly grin, you saunter over to your dresser, effortlessly commanding attention. Retrieving a bra and shirt, you dress yourself with effortless grace, leaving Jimin momentarily spellbound. As he picks up his shirt from the floor and dons it, the air crackles with the lingering electricity of your playful teasing.

“Let’s get breakfast and then head to work,” you suggest, crossing the room to Jimin, where you plant a tender kiss on his plush lips, lingering for just a moment to savor the touch of him.

Side by side, you descend the stairs, the anticipation of breakfast fueling your steps. Rushing through the meal, you devour your food with a sense of urgency, knowing that the day's responsibilities are already waiting impatiently for your attention.

With the morning sun casting a golden glow, you embark on your daily routine, starting with the tender care of the garden. Jimin joins you, his hands deftly plucking out weeds, his laughter mingling with the chirping of birds. Together, you gather the bounty of carrots, spinach, cabbage, and peas, the vibrant colors a testament to nature’s generosity. As the day progresses, you transition to the stables, the scent of hay and earth enveloping you. With practiced hands, you feed the cattle and horses, their eager whinnies and low rumbles a symphony of farm life. Loading up the pickup truck, you set off to tend to the animals in the paddocks, the rhythmic rumble of the engine accompanying your journey across the sprawling landscape.

“How does this thing work again?” You inquire, gripping the drill with determination. Both hands are occupied, grappling with the weight of the tool and the precision needed to secure the bolts just right. You’re on a mission to ensure every detail aligns perfectly, a blend of determination and mechanical finesse guiding your every move.

Jimin’s chuckle dances in the air beside you, his hand enveloping yours on the drill. “Let me show you,” he says, guiding your fingers to the trigger, igniting the powerful hum of the machine. “And if you don’t screw it in at a level, you can push this to make it reverse,” he continues, demonstrating the reverse function. His touch, warm and reassuring, sends a gentle thrill down your spine, mingling with the anticipation of mastering the task at hand.

He shifts his focus back to holding the wooden plank steady for you, ensuring a smooth process. With determined precision, you position the bolt and wield the drill, its power humming to life as you secure the bolt in place. Success! The satisfying click of the bolt settling in sends a surge of accomplishment through you both.

Grinning, you glance at him, exhilarated by the teamwork, “This is actually fun.” With newfound enthusiasm, you reach for another screw, eager to continue the satisfying rhythm of progress.

Jimin’s eyes light up with genuine delight, his smile spreading warmth, “My babe with power tools. Absolutely love it.” 

Together, you and Jimin finally tackle the long-awaited project of assembling the shed you'd spent months gathering wood for. Despite his initial plans to complete it sooner, life seemed to intervene, leaving the project on hold. But now, as you both hammer and drill, laughter fills the air, mingling with the satisfaction of progress. Working side by side, you relish the closeness and love, finding joy in shared achievements and the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

For months now, life has been a whirlwind of joy and contentment, leaving you with a constant flutter of butterflies in your stomach and a perpetual grin adorning your face. Even your sister, with her keen eye, has teased you about looking like a lovesick fool. But can you blame her? You’ve finally found everything you’ve ever yearned for: the warmth of family, a place to call home, and the embrace of the one you love more than words can express.

Startled by Yoongi’s sudden presence behind you, his voice cutting through your thoughts like a gentle breeze, you turn to find him standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Can you lend me a hand down in the pen?” he asks, his tone carrying a hint of urgency that you can’t ignore.

When you fully face Yoongi, you notice the subtle glow on his face, a telltale sign that things with Hoseok must be going swimmingly. It warms your heart to see him so content, and in turn, fills you with joy. “Sure thing, just give me a moment,” you reply with a smile, ready to assist him with whatever task he needs help with in the pen.

Jimin’s affirmative nod accompanies a gentle smile, his eyes reflecting understanding and support. “I can handle the rest, love. Go lend Yoon a hand,” he says, his tone brimming with reassurance and affection.

You pass the drill to Jimin with a quick exchange, his fingers brushing yours in a fleeting touch that sends a jolt of warmth through you. Following Yoongi’s urgent call, you head down to the pen, where the sight of a spirited horse galloping about greets you, its untamed energy palpable in the air.

“What do you need help with?” You inquire, arching an eyebrow in curiosity, ready to assist Yoongi with whatever challenge he's facing in the pen.

Yoongi’s voice carries a hint of desperation as he explains the mare's skittish behavior. You notice the weariness etched on his face, his energy drained from his futile attempts to coax the horse. “Could you give it a shot? See if she responds to you?” he pleads, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion, revealing just how long he's been grappling with the elusive mare.

“Yeah I’ll give it a shot,” with a confident smile, you accept the challenge. Carefully climbing over the fence, you land softly on the sand, your boots sinking slightly into the ground. As you approach the mare, her wild movements seem to echo the chaos in her mind. Standing in the center of the pen, you observe her graceful gallop, realizing she's in a world all her own. Patience becomes your ally as you wait, understanding that time is your greatest asset in this endeavor.

Lost in the mesmerizing rhythm of the mare’s movements, time becomes elusive, and a sense of dizziness begins to swirl within you. As you watch her graceful strides, a heavy sigh escapes your lips, a silent acknowledgment of the passage of moments slipping away unnoticed.

As the mare continues her captivating dance, your attention wanders to Yoongi, realizing you’ve been standing idle for what feels like an eternity. “How are the other horses doing?” You inquire, your voice carrying a hint of fatigue from the prolonged stillness.

A soft chuckle escapes Yoongi’s lips before he responds, “They’re doing fine. We actually got another one picked up yesterday.”

You flash a warm smile, your voice laced with genuine regret. “That’s great news. Sorry I couldn’t be there.” 

Your heart swells with pride at the thriving success of your shared venture. “But I’m thrilled about how smoothly things are going. We’ve moved so many wild horses into new roles as stock horses.”

A sudden force jolts against your back, sending you stumbling forward, your heart racing as you struggle to regain your balance.

A radiant smile illuminates Yoongi’s face, brimming with pride and joy. “You did it!” he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine excitement and admiration.

As you pivot, your eyes meet the gentle gaze of the wild mare, standing before you with humility in her stance, her head lowered in submission. A soft whine escapes her lips, a sign of acknowledgment. Tenderly, you extend your hand, brushing it gently against her head. “Good girl,” you murmur, feeling a surge of connection and triumph in the air.

“You’re amazing. Thank you so much. I’ve been struggling with her for hours, making no progress,” he expresses, weariness evident in his tone as he perches atop the fence. “I’ll take her to the stables. She’s been out for too long; she deserves some rest. And you, you should rest too. Thank you once again.” With a grateful smile, he leaps down into the pen, effortlessly guiding the mare back to the stables without the aid of halter or rope.

“No problem,” you reply, stepping out of the pen and heading towards the main house. The day is winding down, and you’re hopeful that Jimin has prepared dinner that you can enjoy together.

As you open the door, the tantalizing aroma of home-cooked goodness envelops you, instantly awakening your senses. The savory scent beckons you forward, drawing you into the warm embrace of familiarity and comfort. With eager anticipation, you make your way into the living room, where Jimin lounges on the couch, adding to the cozy atmosphere with his relaxed presence.

“Did you finish work?” He inquires, tearing his gaze away from the mindless chatter on the TV, his eyes lighting up as they meet yours.

“Yeah, and I’m starving. Did you whip something up?” you inquire eagerly, closing the distance between you and him with each step.

“Yeah, it’s in the oven,” he responds, his fingers intertwining with yours as soon as you’re within his reach, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“Didn’t you already eat?” you ask, a hint of disbelief creeping into your voice, your eyebrows arching slightly as you await his response.

“No, I was waiting for you,” he says, his smile warm and genuine, eyes sparkling with affection as he gazes at you.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t have to, but we can eat together now,” you say, your voice carrying a mixture of sadness and affection, “come.”

You coax him up from the couch, intertwining your fingers as you head into the kitchen to uncover the delicious meal he’s prepared. The flavors dance on your taste buds, a testament to his culinary skill. Amidst bites and laughter, you savor the intimacy, sneaking playful touches and caresses, entwining your legs beneath the table, deepening the love between you.

“Long day?” he asks, his voice soft with concern as his foot finds yours under the table, the gentle pressure of his touch sending a tingling sensation up your leg, a subtle reassurance in his gesture.

“Yeah. I’m so sore and tired. You?” you ask, sinking deeper into your seat, the weariness evident in your voice as you release a heavy sigh, your body yearning for the comfort of relaxation.

“Me too,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion as he stretches his body, a silent testament to the day’s wear and tear. “What do you say… if you clean up in the kitchen, I’ll make a bath for us in the tub?” His offer, infused with a touch of intimacy and care, promises a soothing respite from the day’s toils. 

Your eyes sparkle with anticipation at the mention of the tub. The thought of sinking into its welcoming depths has been a quiet longing in your mind for so long, and now, the prospect of finally indulging in its comforting embrace fills you with eager anticipation. The promise of soaking away the day's stresses in warm, soothing water feels like a luxurious treat, beckoning you towards a moment of serene relaxation.

“Deal,” you respond with a hint of eagerness, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. His laughter fills the room, accompanied by the soft warmth of his affectionate gaze, reminding you once again of the deep bond you share.

With a swift nod, you rise from the table, eager to fulfill your end of the bargain. The prospect of sinking into a warm bath lures you into action, and you quickly set to work clearing the table and storing the leftovers. Meanwhile, you delegate the task of drawing the bath to Jimin, trusting in his ability to create the perfect oasis of relaxation.

“Hey babe! Do you want some wine?” Your voice carries from the kitchen, punctuated by the clinking of dishes nearing completion.

“Yeah, sure!” Jimin’s response echoes from the bathroom, filled with anticipation for the cozy evening ahead.

As you open the cabinet, your eyes catch the glint of a bottle of rich red wine tucked away. With a soft pop, the cork relinquishes its hold, releasing the tantalizing aroma of aged grapes. Carefully, you select two delicate glasses, pouring a generous amount into each. The anticipation of sinking into the warm embrace of the bath, wine in hand, fills you with an unexpected giddiness, turning a simple soak into a moment of luxurious indulgence.

You enter the bathroom, and the soft glow of candlelight dances across the walls, casting an enchanting aura over the otherwise dark room. Your breath catches as you take in the sight before you: the bath, filled to just over halfway, exudes inviting warmth, while Jimin stands before you, his form illuminated by the flickering flames, his nakedness a captivating sight. The glasses of wine tremble slightly in your grasp as you carefully set them down beside the tub, feeling a surge of anticipation mingled with a hint of nervous excitement.

Jimin’s allure is undeniable, his presence commanding attention as you step closer to him. His complexion, a velvety blend of creamy hues, emanates warmth beneath the soft glow of candlelight, accentuating the rugged beauty of his form. Your fingers trace the contours of his sturdy pectorals, reveling in the strength they exude. “You look like pure sin,” you murmur, unable to resist the temptation that radiates from every inch of his being.

His laughter fills the room, a melodic accompaniment to the gentle caress of your hands on his chest. As you lean in to kiss him, the warmth of his lips against yours ignites a fire within. “I better get naked too,” you jest, your voice laced with anticipation and a hint of playful mischief.

With eager hands and shared anticipation, you shed your clothes in a flurry of desire. As Jimin assists in revealing your body, he helps pull your shirt off your body. He unclasps your bra and lets it fall to the floor, which makes his breath catch at the sight of your breasts, a primal reaction that ignites a hunger within him. With each garment that falls away, the space between you crackles with an electric tension, building toward the moment when you stand before him, naked and unapologetically yourself, basking in the raw intensity of the moment.

Like magnets drawn together, your bodies intertwine in a passionate embrace, igniting a fiery exchange of kisses that speak volumes in the language of desire. As your lips meet in a fervent dance, you sense the primal response coursing through him, evidenced by the subtle quiver of his dick beneath your touch. With a tender stroke of your hand, you coax forth a soft, involuntary moan.

“Let’s get in,” he urges, his hand enveloping yours as he guides you toward the inviting embrace of the tub. With graceful ease, he eases himself into the warm, welcoming waters, settling against the back while you follow suit, finding your place nestled in the curve of his lap. As you lower yourself into the tranquil depths, the subtle pressure of his dick against your back sends a playful shiver down your spine, eliciting a soft chuckle to escape your lips. The gentle caress of the soothing water envelops your skin, melting away the tensions of the day, cocooning you both in a blissful sanctuary of relaxation.

“Do you like it?” He inquires softly, his fingers expertly tracing soothing circles over your shoulders, coaxing out the tension that had been knotted within your muscles. With each knead and stroke, a contented sigh escapes your lips, a testament to the sheer bliss of his touch.

“I love it,” you murmur, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through your body as his skilled hands work their magic. With a satisfied smile, you reach for your glass of wine, the cool liquid adding another layer of indulgence to the moment. Placing the glass back on the table, you sink deeper into the warmth of the bath, letting Jimin’s fingers weave their spell over your back, melting away every ounce of stress.

It’s an exquisite sensation, one that sends shivers down your spine as his hands glide from your shoulders to the front, delicately caressing your breasts. The moment his fingers encircle your nipples, your eyes flutter open, a soft gasp escaping your lips, betraying the sheer pleasure coursing through you. His touch ignites an urgent longing within you, echoed by the telltale twitch of his dick pressed against your back.

His touch becomes more fervent, his fingers skillfully rolling your nipples between them, sending waves of sensation coursing through your body. As his lips find the sensitive skin of your shoulder, his bite is both tender and teasing, perfectly complementing the tugs and pinches of his fingers.

Within moments, a surge of arousal floods your senses, igniting a fiery desire deep within your core. Each breath comes quicker, matching the rapid pace of your escalating lust.

As his skilled fingers work your nipples, you arch your back, pressing into his touch, the sensation sparking through your body like wildfire. It’s almost overwhelming how good it feels, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of your being.

You lean back into his chest, letting your head rest beside his, and he teases your nipples, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through your body. “Jimin, fuck—” you moan, the intensity of sensation almost too much to bear.

He hums softly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers of lust down your spine. As he nibbles on your earlobe, a rush of desire floods through you, igniting every nerve ending with longing.

“What do you need baby?” His voice, a velvety whisper in your ear, sends a surge of heat coursing through your veins. As you roll your hips into his, seeking closer contact, the air between you crackles with electricity, fueling the flames of desire.

 “I need you Jimin,” you gasp, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of desire that consumes every fiber of your being.

“You have to be more specific babe,” he breathes in your ear, while one of his hands travels down, “Do you want me to touch you here?” He asks, his fingers hovering just above your clit.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you bite down on your lip, the anticipation building as you part your legs further. “Yes, please,” you murmur, your voice laced with need and desire, your body trembling with anticipation for his touch.

As his fingers trace delicate patterns over your clit, you gasp at the gentle touch, every stroke sending shivers of pleasure through your body. With each soft moan that escapes your lips, his touch becomes more insistent, his fingers pressing down with increasing urgency, driving you to the brink of ecstasy real fast.

“Jimin!” You pant, your voice a breathless plea as the sensation intensifies, sending a surge of heat coursing through your veins. Your thighs quiver with anticipation, a tidal wave of pleasure building deep within your core, threatening to overwhelm you in its euphoric embrace.

“Are you gonna come so fast?” His taunt sends a delicious shiver down your spine, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. Despite the teasing, you find yourself powerless against the intoxicating allure of his touch. You know it’s pathetic how fast your body unravels for him, but you can’t help it. 

“Your hands are so good, I can’t help it,” you gasp against the sensitive skin of his throat, fingers gripping the edge of the tub for leverage. Every touch from him feels like an electric current, igniting sensations that leave you breathless. As the tension inside you reaches its breaking point, you surrender completely to the blissful release washing over you.

As the waves of ecstasy surge through you, you surrender to the primal rhythm of your body, yielding to the intoxicating sensations ignited by Jimin’s touch. With every nerve on fire and every muscle tensed, you gasp for precious air, your head finding solace in the comforting curve of Jimin’s neck. “Jimin, I…” you whisper breathlessly, words catching in the throes of pleasure.

He nestles his head closer to yours, his warm breath brushing against your skin. “What is it, babe?” he murmurs softly, his voice a soothing melody.

Your body quivers under his skillful touch, a symphony of sensations coursing through you as he continues to tease your nipples and caress your clit.

“I want to fuck you and for you to fill me up,” you murmur, your voice laden with desire, as you press yourself against him once more.

“Fuck, yeah,” he gasps, urgency lacing his voice as he withdraws his hands from your sensitive nipples and clit, firmly gripping your hips with a hunger that mirrors your own.

You lift yourself up, the anticipation electrifying every nerve as you easily find his dick and slide down on it. “Oh, fuck!” The words escape your lips in a gasp of pleasure as he effortlessly fills you, stretching you to the brink from the very first inch.

With his firm grip, he guides your movements, each thrust a symphony of desire and need as you ride him, fucking yourself on his cock.

You feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, “So pretty, baby,” before tenderly pressing his lips to the delicate curve where your neck meets your shoulder.

You tighten your grip on the tub’s edge, seeking leverage, as you rise and descend in slow, tantalizing motions. With each movement, water splashes out.. “Looks like you overfilled it,” you pant, a breathless admission, met with a soft chuckle from him.

As he peppers you with kisses, you strive to maintain your rhythm, riding him with all your passion. Yet, despite your efforts, fatigue begins to set in, and the discomfort in your knees becomes increasingly noticeable. This position, once thrilling, now feels taxing and hurting.

“Babe, my knees are hurting,” you plead, reluctantly pulling yourself off him altogether.

“Come, turn around then. I’m sorry,” he suggests, his tone apologetic as he shifts deeper into the tub, creating space in the middle. You turn around and comply, straddling his lap. As he effortlessly enters you once more, a soft moan escapes your lips, reverberating through the intimate space as he resumes his rhythmic thrusts.

“This is so much better,” you murmur, intertwining your legs and arms around his body. “And I love being able to see your face.”

With a chuckle, he leans in to tenderly kiss your lips, igniting a passionate rhythm as he thrusts up into you. Meeting his movements eagerly, you ride his cock with abandon, the water swirling around you in a sensual dance as the wine long forgotten.

You sense him pulsing within you, sending tremors of pleasure through your core, as your inner muscles start to contract in anticipation of another climax.

“Just let go baby,” he murmurs huskily into your ear, his every movement igniting a wildfire of ecstasy within you. You echo a breathless rendition of his name as your essence cascades around him. Clinging to him desperately, you surrender to the torrent of sensations as he intensifies his thrusts, sending waves of passion crashing through the water.

“Shit, Jimin, are you gonna come too?” You gasp, feeling his urgency mounting with each thrust of his dick, until he finally succumbs with a fervent moan, filling you with his essence and with a groan of your name.

You press your lips to his, savoring the sweet taste of him as you both stay still in the water, letting your orgasms wash over you. Feeling his warmth enveloping you, you start to gently rock your hips, coaxing another shiver from him, lost in the lingering sensations of bliss.

“Babe, it’s too much,” his breath comes in ragged gasps, his hands gently restraining your fervent motions. Looking into his eyes, you’re met with a torrent of desire, the heat of his gaze mirroring the flush that paints his cheeks. 

“Let me wash you up and take care of you,” his voice, a soft whisper against your ear, promises comfort as he retrieves the soap, its fragrance mingling with the warmth of the water. With practiced hands, he massages the lather onto your back, each stroke a tender caress that elicits a contented moan from your lips.

You let him massage you with the soap all over your body, all while he stays deep inside your pussy. Occasionally you feel the twitch of his dick and you realize he hasn’t gone fully soft yet, and now you can just feel him getting harder again.

He washes the soap off your body and you feel so nice, so cleaned and cared for.

“I want to return the favor,” you say, a soft smile gracing your lips as fatigue begins to settle in. Despite the weariness weighing on your body, the desire to care for your boyfriend burns brightly within you, compelling you to offer this small gesture of love.

You slide off his lap and reach for the soap, lathering it in your palms before trailing your hands over his body, mirroring the care he bestowed upon you. With each stroke, he emits soft moans of pleasure, surrendering to the sensation of your touch. His physique is a masterpiece of strength and grace, every muscle defined under your fingertips. As you work your way across his body, his biceps bulge with strength, his abdominals ripple beneath your touch, and he melts into your hands like pliable clay, yielding to your every caress.

“Babe, this is so nice,” his voice, a husky whisper, caresses your ears as he savors the sensation, lost in the bliss of your ministrations. With a tender smile, you rinse away the soap, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. Drawn to him like a magnet, you lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss filled with affection and desire.

“This was such a good idea, Jimin. I loved it and I love you,” with a contented sigh, you express your gratitude, nestling into his embrace. The soft glow of candlelight flickers around you, casting playful shadows as you lean in for another lingering kiss, sealing your words with an affectionate embrace.

“Yeah. I love you too.” His voice, filled with warmth and sincerity, reverberates through the room as he gazes into your eyes, where he finds solace and home. In that moment, he realizes the depth of his feelings, the unspoken promises whispered between your shared glances. Perhaps it’s time to let the symbol of his devotion, the ring he’s carried for months, find its rightful place on your finger.

You linger in the embrace of the warm water, savoring the intimacy shared in those precious moments, until the realization of time nudges you both back to reality. Reluctantly, you rise from the soothing depths, cocooned in the lingering affection of the bath. With gentle care, you tenderly dry each other off, the soft caress of the towels becoming a silent exchange of love and tenderness.

The comfort of spending the night at Jimin’s embraces you like a warm blanket, lingering even as the morning unfolds into a delightful breakfast shared together. With hearts light and minds focused, you dive into the tasks of the day, knowing that the warmth of your shared moments will linger like a sweet whisper in the air.

The gentle breeze caresses your skin, carrying the scent of blooming flowers, while the sun bathes everything in a golden glow, infusing you with an invigorating energy that seems boundless. In this moment, with the world painted in hues of warmth and possibility, you feel an unstoppable surge of euphoria coursing through you, propelling you forward on the wings of boundless optimism.

You’re idly gazing out the window when the distant rumble of an approaching car catches your attention. As it draws nearer, a sense of unease prickles at the edges of your consciousness. Then, recognition dawns like a lightning bolt striking through the air. It's Deiji’s car— Jimin’s ex. The sight sends a ripple of uncertainty coursing through you, stirring up a flurry of thoughts and emotions.

As you watch the car pull up, curiosity interlaces with a thread of apprehension. You feel compelled to step out into the yard, a sense of obligation mingling with a twinge of discomfort. Greeting her with forced politeness, you battle the tide of memories that surge forth with her presence. It’s not that you hold anything against her personally, but her arrival serves as a stark reminder of a painful chapter— a time when Jimin's silence cut deeper than words.

You step into the sunlight, its warmth caresses your skin, momentarily blinding you as you squint against its brilliance. Deiji emerges from her car, her form obscured by the glare, until you draw nearer and discern the telltale curve of her belly. 

Pregnant. 

The realization washes over you, mingling with a spectrum of emotions, from surprise to a begrudging twinge of hurt. Good for her, you think, though beneath the surface, a ripple of complex feelings threatens to surface.

“Hey,” Deiji greets you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes as you draw nearer. “Is Jimin around? I really need to talk to him.”

You nod in acknowledgment. “He’s inside,” you reply, gesturing towards the house.

“Cool,” she replies, her voice tinged with a hint of discomfort, her hand instinctively cradling her swollen belly. With a slight waddle, she makes her way towards the house. You follow closely, holding the door open to usher her inside.

As you step into the house, you find Jimin, who’s visibly taken aback by Deiji’s unexpected presence beside you.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin’s voice is tense, his gaze flicking towards the elephant in the room: her swollen belly.

As she gently caresses her belly, her words hang heavy in the air. “I came to tell you something,” she begins, her voice trembling slightly. “This baby... it’s yours.”

Your jaw practically hits the floor, and you can feel your heart somersaulting in your chest, threatening to burst out like a cartoon character. Glancing at Jimin, you see his shock mirrored in his wide-eyed expression, a reflection of your own disbelief.

“But we used a condom?” He blurts out, the disbelief and irritation palpable in his voice. It's as if he's trying to grasp at any rational explanation for the bombshell Deiji just dropped, his tone a mix of incredulity and denial.

“You know, sometimes accidents happen…” She utters those words with an infuriating calmness, her hand caressing her belly once more, a gesture that grates on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Every fiber of your being rebels against the notion that she’s carrying Jimin’s child. It feels surreal, like a nightmare you can’t wake up from, as if the ground beneath your feet is shifting and you’re teetering on the edge of a dizzying precipice. In the midst of your own tumultuous emotions, you can’t help but wonder what Jimin is feeling, how he’s processing this bombshell that threatens to upend your world.

Jimin stands before you, an image of stunned disbelief etched into every line of his face.

“And you came here for what, money?” Jimin’s voice trembles slightly, his words laced with a mix of anger and confusion.

A peculiar mix of emotions swirls within you, a tumultuous blend of anger and sadness that leaves you feeling unsettled.

“No. I just wanted to let you know. I know how important family is to you,” she starts, her voice tinged with sincerity as she settles onto a nearby stool.

You’re still standing there, dumbstruck, your emotions swirling like a turbulent storm. Deiji’s words echo in your mind. Jimin values family. Could it be that he wants to be a part of this child’s life?

“Can we get a paternity test, I’d like to be sure, if you don’t mind?” His voice quivers with uncertainty, his gaze flickering between Deiji and you. Despite the tremor in his voice, there’s a glimmer in his eyes, a hint of hope. You can sense it, that if this child is indeed his, he’s ready to embrace it. You just know.

Despite having rarely broached the topic of children and family, you’ve been unequivocal about your stance: kids aren’t part of your immediate plans, perhaps not even in the distant future. Yet, as you observe Jimin’s gaze, tinged with uncertainty, it's evident he’s treading carefully, mindful of your feelings.

“Yes, we can do a paternity test,” she responds, her hand instinctively drifting to her swollen belly once more, a gesture that feels almost possessive.

Jimin exhales deeply, his frustration palpable. “If this child is indeed mine,” he begins, his voice tinged with both uncertainty and a glimmer of resolve, “I want to be involved. I want to be there for them.”

His words hit you like shards of glass, each one piercing deeper than the last. You anticipated his decision, yet the reality of it cuts through you, leaving a raw ache in your chest.

“Great,” she replies with a smirk playing on her lips, as if she’s just achieved her ultimate goal with ease, leaving you feeling like a pawn in her twisted game.

Jimin scratches his head, a nervous habit you’ve noticed before, and turns to you, his expression torn between concern and uncertainty. You find it hard to meet his gaze, your own emotions swirling in a tumultuous storm. This situation feels overwhelming, like a weight you’re not prepared to bear. You're not ready to take on the role of someone's stepmother, to navigate the complexities of raising a child. It's all too much, too soon, and you're not sure how to process it all.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” she says, her tone dripping with faux innocence. As she looks between you, her eyes betray a subtle flicker of mischief. Even through the haze of your sadness, you can’t help but notice it, prompting a flicker of suspicion. What could she possibly be up to?

You’re enveloped in a storm of emotions, each one crashing against you with relentless force. This isn’t how it’s supposed to unfold, not in the grand narrative of your life. It feels like the carefully crafted script has been torn apart, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainty and dismay.

As Deiji departs, she leaves behind a lingering tension, promising to return with the verdict of the paternity test. In her wake, she leaves you and Jimin standing amidst the shattered remnants of what was once your certainty, the world around you now feeling as if it’s tilted on an unfamiliar axis.

In the abrupt aftermath of Deiji’s revelation, it’s as if an unbridgeable chasm has opened up between you and Jimin, leaving you stranded in a silence fraught with uncertainty. Each passing moment stretches like an eternity, filled with the weight of unspoken words and uncharted emotions, leaving you grappling for the right thing to say.

“I’m sorry,” as the tension hangs heavy in the air, Jimin’s voice breaks through the silence like a fragile whisper, laden with the weight of regret and uncertainty. His hand finds yours, offering a gentle reassurance amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions swirling around you both.

A cold numbness settles over you like a heavy shroud, dulling your senses to the world around you, even to the touch of Jimin’s hand clasping yours. Words elude you as you meet his gaze, lost in the hollow void of your own emotions, feeling hollow and devoid of purpose.

“It’s… okay. I know how important family is to you,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper, drained of its usual warmth and vitality. Each word feels heavy on your tongue, laden with the weight of resignation and sorrow. You force a semblance of understanding into your tone, masking the turmoil brewing within. Yet, beneath the surface, you’re crumbling, feeling like a mere echo of yourself, hollowed out and devoid of the vibrant spirit you once possessed.

“Do you think we can do this?” he implores, his gaze probing yours with a desperate intensity, as if seeking a lifeline in the depths of your soul. Yet, you can’t meet his eyes fully, for fear that he’ll uncover the barren expanse where hope once flourished. In the silence that follows, the weight of uncertainty hangs heavy between you, casting a shadow over any flicker of optimism that might have remained.

“I...,” you start, your voice quivering with emotion as tears threaten to spill from your eyes and your throat constricts with the weight of unspoken fears. 

“I don’t know,” you finally admit, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog, obscuring any clarity or certainty that might have once existed.

After about a week, Deiji returned with the results of the paternity test, confirming that the child was indeed Jimin’s. It felt as though the ground had shifted beneath your feet once more, leaving you reeling in the aftershocks of this irrevocable revelation.

Since then, you’ve thrown yourself into anything and everything to keep busy, desperate to avoid encountering Deiji altogether. But it seems like she’s practically moved into Jimin's place, and every time you catch a glimpse of them together, it's like a knife twisting in your gut. They’re playing house, oblivious to the turmoil they’ve caused you, and it's tearing you apart inside.

Jimin has been making an effort to keep you in the loop, updating you on the baby’s progress. He tells you that Deiji is now seven months pregnant, and it’s a girl. But with each piece of news, it’s like a dagger to your heart. Part of you doesn’t want to hear it anymore because it’s a constant reminder of the life you never signed up for, the pain you never asked to endure.

It’s not entirely Jimin’s fault; accidents can happen even with precautions. He’s made sincere efforts to include you, but despite his attempts, you can’t shake off the growing chasm between you. It’s like watching two continents slowly drift apart, unable to bridge the gap that keeps widening with each passing day.

Every time Deiji crosses your path, she exudes an aura of radiance, almost as if she's dipped in the fabled glow of pregnancy. You can’t help but notice the adoring glances she casts at Jimin, the lingering touches that seem to extend beyond mere familiarity. It's a bitter pill to swallow, witnessing these subtle gestures, and you wonder if Jimin perceives them as you do. Yet, you’ve kept your silence, letting the unspoken tensions simmer beneath the surface.

Confronting Jimin feels like stepping into a storm, knowing the tempest of emotions brewing within you. It's a conversation you know you should have, to lay bare the tumultuous whirlwind of feelings raging inside. Yet, the words stick in your throat, heavy with uncertainty and fear. How do you articulate the overwhelming doubt, the gnawing apprehension that this path isn't meant for you? 

The thought of navigating this intricate web of emotions with Jimin and Deiji looming in the background feels suffocating, like grappling with shadows that threaten to swallow you whole.

The prospect of parenthood is daunting enough on its own, a weighty responsibility you don’t feel prepared to shoulder. Yet, the thought of co-parenting with another woman adds a layer of complexity you can scarcely fathom. While you acknowledge that blended families are a reality for many, you struggle to envision it as your own. The mere idea of navigating this uncharted territory feels like venturing into a labyrinth with no clear path forward, leaving you grappling with uncertainty and a profound sense of unease.

The green-eyed monster rears its head within you, its claws sinking deep into your heart every time you witness Deiji’s presence beside your boyfriend. Watching her cozy up to him feels like an intrusion, a relentless assault on the sanctuary of your relationship. With each stolen glance and tender touch, it's as if she’s encroaching on sacred ground, threatening to snatch him away from the haven of your love.

You’ve been drifting apart from Jimin, caught in a whirlwind of avoidance and busy distractions. Despite his efforts to reach out and bridge the growing chasm between you, you’ve been hesitant, grappling with conflicting emotions. However, when he extends the invitation, promising to cook for you, you find yourself unable to resist the pull any longer. It’s a chance to reconnect, to confront the mounting tension between you, even if it means braving the storm of uncertainty that awaits.

As you pull into the familiar driveway of his ranch, the weight in your chest seems to grow heavier with each passing second. Dread coils around your heart like a suffocating vine, yet you know deep down that this conversation, however daunting, is inevitable. You sit in the car for a moment, grappling with the turmoil within, torn between the comfort of avoidance and the necessity of facing the truth head-on. With a resigned sigh, you steel yourself for what lies ahead and step out into the uncertain terrain of your emotions.

As you swing the door open, a tantalizing aroma envelops you, weaving its way through the air and tickling your senses. Stepping into the kitchen, your eyes meet Jimin���s, and though he greets you with open arms and a warm embrace, the sweetness of his gesture fails to penetrate the thick fog of your unease. His lips press against yours in a tender kiss, but the connection feels hollow, as if the weight of unspoken words hangs heavy between you.

With a gentle gesture, he pulls out the stool for you, a silent invitation to join him. As you settle onto the seat, your gaze falls upon the meticulously arranged plate of food before you. Despite the rumbling of hunger in your stomach, an invisible barrier seems to stand between you and the meal, rendering it unappetizing despite its savory allure.

“How are you doing, babe?” He inquires, settling into the chair opposite you. With a tender gesture, he reaches for the water pitcher, his eyes never leaving yours as he fills your glass, a silent act of care amidst the weight of unspoken emotions.

Your gaze remains fixed on the plate before you, yet your mind races like a frantic symphony, each thought clamoring for attention amidst the chaos. Your heart quickens its pace within your chest, a drumbeat of apprehension echoing in the silence. Your palms grow clammy with the weight of unspoken words, and your head spins with the tumult of emotions swirling within.

“Babe?” His voice, soft yet insistent, pulls you from the depths of your swirling thoughts. Leaning in, his eyes search yours, brimming with concern, a silent plea for understanding in the midst of your internal storm.

“I...,” your voice falters, tears threatening to spill anew, a familiar ache settling in your chest. “I don’t think I can do this anymore,” the words tumble out, heavy with the weight of uncertainty and fear. As you speak, each syllable feels like a burden, your body tensing, constricted by the weight of your emotions. It’s as if your heart is trapped, pounding relentlessly against the confines of your ribs, suffocating in the tightness of the moment, each breath a struggle against invisible restraints.

“What do you mean?” His voice carries the weight of concern, etched with worry lines that deepen with each passing second. His eyes, a mirror to his troubled mind, search yours for answers, pleading for clarity amidst the fog of uncertainty.

“It’s tearing me apart, Jimin,” you confess, the words tumbling out in a rush, as if trying to escape the weight of your emotions. “Seeing you and Deiji together, it’s like a constant reminder of what I’m not ready for. I can’t handle it—I’m not prepared to step into that role, especially not with someone else’s child.” The heaviness in your chest threatens to suffocate you, each syllable a battle against the turmoil within.

Despite the softness in his gaze, your mind is too consumed by turmoil to fully register it. “I’m sorry, babe,” Jimin murmurs, his voice laced with genuine concern, but it feels distant, overshadowed by the weight of your confession.

His words, though well-meaning, falter as they leave his lips, carrying a hint of uncertainty that mirrors your own inner turmoil. “I’ve been trying to include you in everything... it’s going to be alright. I think we can do it together,” Jimin says, his voice wavering slightly, echoing the uncertainty that looms over your shared future.

With a heavy heart and trembling resolve, you muster the courage to speak your truth. “That hasn’t really helped me... and,” you draw in a deep breath, steeling yourself for the words to come, “I want to break up.” As the weight of your decision hangs in the air, you can almost hear the echoes of your heartbeat, each pulse a reminder of the profound shift unfolding between you.

His face registers the shock of your words, a flicker of hurt crossing his features as though caught off guard by the abruptness of your revelation. The surprise in his eyes speaks volumes, a silent testament to his obliviousness to the silent turmoil brewing beneath the surface for weeks. Amidst the whirlwind of impending fatherhood, perhaps your distress remained invisible, eclipsed by the overwhelming anticipation of a new chapter. It’s a bitter realization, yet you find no solace in casting blame; after all, his preoccupation was understandable given the circumstances.

His words tremble with uncertainty, mirroring the quiver in his voice that betrays a vulnerability you hadn’t fully anticipated. As his gaze meets yours, laden with a blend of confusion and desperation, you grasp the gravity of your decision. His untouched meal sits forgotten, a testament to the weight of your revelation. “You... you want to break up with me?” The question hangs heavy in the air, laced with a rawness that pierces through the silence. “I don’t want us to break up. I love you.” Yet, amidst the turmoil, his declaration of love resonates, a fragile plea tethered to the hope of salvaging what remains of your bond.

With a silent nod, you feel the lump in your throat constricting, stifling the words that threaten to spill forth, and tears blur your vision like unbidden raindrops on a windowpane.

“But I can’t do this anymore, Jimin. I love you deeply, I really do. But this… it hurts me so much, I can’t take it,” you express, your fingertips tracing a path along your arm as tears carve rivulets down your cheeks, your voice quivering with emotion and your breath hitching with each sniffle.

“Babe, I’m truly sorry. I had no idea you were carrying this weight and feeling like this,” his voice drips with sorrow, each word heavy with remorse, and it only amplifies the ache in your chest, pulling you deeper into the vortex of sadness.

“It’s okay. I should have talked to you sooner, it’s just been so hard. A lot has happened and you’re going to be a father and that’s great!” You force enthusiasm into your voice, the artificiality of it chafing against your soul, leaving a bitter aftertaste that lingers uncomfortably.

A furrow deepens upon his brow, betraying the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. His lips, usually so quick to speak, now maintain an uneasy silence, concealing the torrent of thoughts and feelings poised to spill forth.

“I really think it’s best to break up,” you reiterate, sensing a fleeting calm settle over your racing heart.

“But I can’t bear the thought of losing you,” he pleads, his voice cracking, tears glistening in his eyes. It’s agonizing. You tighten your grip, desperately searching for any semblance of resolve.

“I know, I don’t want to lose you either. But as much as it pains me, I can’t go on like this. I need to break up,” you say, trying to hold firm, though every word feels like a jagged shard piercing your heart.

“If that’s truly what you want,” his voice barely audible, almost drowned in the weight of the moment, “then I... I understand.” 

“It is,” you respond, the finality of your decision echoing in the stillness of the room.

Tears cascade down both your cheeks, reflecting the pain and sorrow shared between you. With a heavy heart, you rise from the stool, your voice quivering with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Jimin.”

His gaze averts from yours, perhaps overwhelmed by the weight of the moment. You share the sentiment; the intensity is almost suffocating, tears obscuring your vision like a torrential downpour.

“Thank you for dinner. I’m sorry I couldn’t eat, and I’m sorry it had to end like this,” you manage through tears as you step out of the house. Each word feels like a boulder on your chest, weighing you down with the enormity of the situation. Behind you, Jimin’s sobs echo in the air, tugging at the fraying edges of your resolve. You yearn to turn back, to embrace him, and promise that somehow, everything will be alright. But deep down, you know that this pain is inevitable, and your heart, already fractured, can’t bear any more.

As you park your car at home, the weight of the evening’s emotional storm presses down upon you. Tears blur your vision as you lean back in your seat, surrendering momentarily to the overwhelming tide of sadness. Suddenly, a soft knock on your window breaks through the solitude. Startled, you glance over to find your sister standing there, her concerned eyes peering in through the glass, offering a glimmer of solace in the darkness of your despair.

You attempt to staunch the flow of tears with the rough fabric of your sleeve, and you take a deep breath and gather your courage before opening the door and stepping out into the cool night air.

Her eyes widen with concern, scanning your face for clues to the turmoil within. “What happened?” she asks, her voice laced with apprehension, mirroring the anxious furrow of her brow.

You collapse into her embrace, tears flowing freely as you surrender to the weight of your emotions. “I broke up with Jimin,” you confess, your voice choking with sorrow and regret.

She envelops you in a comforting embrace, whispering soothing words into your ear as her gentle hand traces comforting circles on your trembling back, offering solace in the warmth of her presence.

The solace she offers feels like a balm to your wounded soul, a fleeting moment of respite amidst the storm of emotions raging within you.

As she absorbs your tears with her embrace, she gently queries, “Why did you break up with him?” Her voice carries a blend of concern and curiosity, inviting you to share the weight of your heartache.

Amidst your tears and sniffles, you pour out your heart, “I don’t want kids and I can’t be in a relationship with Jimin and Deiji, because she’ll always be there now.” The weight of your words carries the burden of your decision, punctuating the depth of your emotional turmoil.

With gentle reassurance, she guides you across the yard, her comforting touch a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. Though your steps falter, you find solace in her presence as she leads you back into the sanctuary of the house, your tears mingling with the memories of what once was.

“I’m so sorry,” with heartfelt sincerity, she utters words of empathy, her voice a soothing balm to your wounded spirit. As you both settle onto the familiar embrace of the couch in the living room, she enfolds you in her arms once more, offering solace in the warmth of her embrace.

“Me too,” you manage between choked sobs, the ache in your chest palpable with each word. “I still love him so much. It fucking hurts!” Your voice rises, echoing the turmoil within, tears streaming down your face unabated. As your body trembles with emotion, you wonder if this pain will ever relent, if time will ever heal this shattered heart.

“It’s going to be alright, sis,” she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging within you. With gentle strokes, she caresses your hair, guiding your head to rest against her chest. In the warmth of her embrace, you find a fleeting solace, a momentary respite from the tempest of emotions tearing you apart.

“I don’t know, Jess…” You manage between hiccups, the weight of your words heavy with sorrow. “Jimin is the love of my life. I’m just not ready for kids... and I…” Pausing to gather the fragments of your shattered heart, you let the raw ache of longing spill forth. “I can’t do it. I feel jealous all the time. And now he’s going to be a dad?” Each syllable quivers with the agony of uncertainty, a plaintive cry echoing the turmoil within.

She gently pats your head again, a soothing rhythm against the tempest raging within you, yet the storm of emotions refuses to settle.

“I hate myself for feeling like this. For not being ready to have kids… but I just can’t,” you confess, your tears flowing erratically, echoing the tumultuous turmoil within.

“Perhaps my love isn’t strong enough,” you suddenly ponder aloud, lifting your gaze to seek solace in your sister’s eyes, hoping for clarity amidst the storm of doubts swirling within.

“I believe you love Jimin with every fiber of your being. But sometimes, prioritizing your own well-being is necessary. If you can’t fully commit, it’s better to step away before you’re consumed by the pain,” she offers, her words a balm to your wounded heart. Despite the anguish tearing you apart, her reassurance provides a glimmer of clarity, even though the thought of moving on from Jimin feels like an insurmountable task— and deep down you know that you’ll never get over Jimin.

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[peachypinkygloss]

i’m a whore for dilf! jin yet he’s also a lowk sub :( do u think u can write a smut w that ? 🤭 maybe a little bit of overstimulation, mommy kink (a need at this point), and tit play 😳 this would be a great bday gift !! thank u so much <3

dilf + subby Seokjin? 🤔 just- yes, totally!! such an interesting combo... hope you like it and happy birthday lovely 🥳xox thank you for your request 💜

Romantic Lover

pairing: dilf!seokjin x actress!reader

genre: smut, eventual established relationship

word count: 3k

warnings: sub seokjin/dom reader, unprotected sex, oral (m), breasts play, mommy kink, praising, brief overstimulation.

You were joining Seokjin on a date at a fancy restaurant. It was your fifth, maybe sixth - honestly, you didn't remember - time eating together, but tonight was special. In his invitation text he sent you this morning, he told you he would bring his seven-year-old daughter.

The first time you both met, he informed you right away about him being a father. You were surprised to hear that such a young and beautiful man as Seokjin was a dad, but after spending a lot of time with him, you learned that his little girl was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

It was endearing to listen to him talk about his daughter proudly and with so much love. He was a great father as you could see and you loved that caring side of him. You were still on the stage of getting to know each other before deciding whether or not this relationship should be official.

You liked Seokjin very much, but as an independent woman who lived on her own since nineteen, it was difficult for you to engage yourself to someone. Nonetheless, your feelings for him were growing at a fast pace and seeing his daughter for the first time really enchanted you.

You made your way into the restaurant after your chauffeur dropped you off at the right location. You hide yourself being a pair of sunglasses even though it was dark outside, but as a famous actress you couldn't have people recognizing you. There were small chances of that happening though, since you reserved a table at an expensive place. Clients didn't care about you as they are themselves wealthy people or celebrities.

"Hello, a reservation in the name of Miss Yln." You smiled at the waitress as you followed her to the table. You discerned the handsome shape of Seokjin as he greeted you with a smile and your eyes shifted to the little form sat next to him.

"This is the menu and the kids menu right here." She pointed to the smaller version of the regular menu with bright and colourful images. "I'll come back later for the drinks." The woman politely smiled as she left your table to continue her job.

You took the seat in front of Seokjin and you removed your glasses, settling them down next to you. "Hi, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." You crossed your legs under the table, careful to not hit him with your foot.

"Of course not, Yn. Right, Miseon?" Seokjin turned his head in her direction and she glimpsed at him then back at you as she shook her head from side to side.

You laughed softly at her adorable face. Her pigtails swung around when she moved her head, red ribbons holding her hair in place. "Hello, Miseon. I'm Yn, your dad must have talked about me before, didn't he?" You perched your arm over the table, holding your hand open for her to take.

Her little fingers wrapped around your palm and Seokjin watched the interaction joyfully. "Yes, all the time... You're the woman we watch on TV." You shook your hand with hers, nodding at what she said. "Dad's cheeks are always red when he sees you on screen!" You raised your eyebrows at her revelation, looking at Seokjin with amused eyes while you backed your arm away from his daughter.

"Is that so?" You giggled with Miseon, observing the man shyly looking away. "Interesting to know." You licked your lips, leaning your elbow on the table and resting your chin on your palm.

"Why do you snitch on me like that?" He whined as he gently nudged his daughter's shoulder. She laughed at him, giving him a tap on his bicep as revenge.

The diner went great and you would even say that you might had created a bond with Miseon. She's the sweetest kid you've ever met. You wondered what it would be to be her step-mother, if she would end up calling you 'mom', considering you as a maternal figure. It was probably too soon to be thinking about that, but you couldn't help yourself.

Seokjin left her at her grandma's house for the night and he drove the both of you to your penthouse. It felt like a habit by this time, going to your house or his to spend the rest of the night in the arms of each other.

You were already excited when you entered your house, undressing him of his leather jacket, removing your heels, kissing each other until you reached the door of your bedroom.

The first time you slept together, you were pleasantly surprised to discover Seokjin's secrets. What a man like him, a great and wonderful father, would like to do in bed? A lot of things.

He was the literal definition of 'dad I'd like to fuck' with just a little twist. He was gentle, kind, generous, funny, hot and whiny. He was putty in your hands, squirming under your touch, calling you sinful names. At the end of each day, Seokjin only wanted to be taken care of like he did for everyone else.

You pushed him on your bed, his tall body slumping down on the mattress. He levelled himself on his elbows, watching you kneel in front of him, your hands caressing his thighs. He looked at you with his mouth ajar, his fluffy bangs covering his forehead.

"You've been a good boy, Jinnie." You hooked two fingers under his collar and pulled him to you, brushing your lips against his ear. "Such a good boy." You emphasized, smirking at him then pushing him back on his elbows. He gazed at you with so much lust in his eyes it sent shivers down your spine.

You palmed his crotch as you heard him exhale loudly, his hooded eyes looking at your movements closely. You unbuckled his belt and your manicured hands unbuttoned his trousers while you looked at him in the eyes. You pinched the zipper between your thumb and index finger and pulled it down.

You deviously smiled at him and sneaked your hand under his beige sweater, eliciting a small gasp from Seokjin. "Why don't you get rid of that, mh?" He didn't wait a second before passing the garment over his head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Great. Now, let me take care of you, Jinnie. You deserved it, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." He lifted up his hips for you as you tugged down his pants and boxers, joining his sweater laying on your bedroom's floor.

Completely naked in front of you, he felt vulnerable and it aroused him very much. You could do anything to him, he wouldn't complain, he'd say yes to everything. Your hands were so soft, he just liked having them on his body, making him feel good. Giving you control wasn't scary or humiliating, it was relieving because he knew he was in safe hands. Your hands.

You placed yourself comfortably between his legs, laying your forearms on his thighs as you circled the base of his dick with your palm. Seokjin's was just long and big enough to make any girl scream, just enough to make you drool and feel heat at the pit of your stomach. He was perfect, literally.

You swiftly ran your fingers up and down his shaft, making him harder and harder until he stood tall proudly. He let out soft moans as you twisted your wrist, stroking his tip slowly, some pre-cum leaking on your hand.

"A-ah... Fuck..." He formed fists onto the bed sheets, the satin material crumpling under the strength of his hands. You slid your palm down his hard cock, approaching your mouth to his tip. You gave him a lick along the whole length of his erection, the salty taste of his pre-cum lingering on your tastebuds. "Mmh-" Seokjin threw his head backwards, scrunching his eyes shut.

You took him in the warmth of your mouth, suckling on his tip and twirling your tongue on it. You bobbed your head, never going lower on him and still holding the base of his cock. You knew how much sensitive his tip was and you couldn't help yourself from teasing him, bringing him over the edge and never letting him fall.

"Shit. Please, just- just..." He whimpered, incapable of continuing his sentence. You understood what he wanted nonetheless and took more of him into your mouth. You sank down on his dick, engulfing his length until your lips reached your hand. "Oh God, yes, thank you..."

He gripped your hair with his left hand, pushing your head down. A loud moan escaped his lips when you gagged around his big cock, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You inhaled through your nose, concentrating on your gag reflex as he held your hair tighter between his long fingers.

You pulled out when you felt your throat burning from the intrusion of Seokjin's erection. You passed a hand through your hair, pushing them back while swallowing to ease your thirsty throat. You wiped the drool off your chin and licked the excess from your lips.

You then stared severely at Seokjin, you didn't like the way he steadied your head over his dick. You knew it was harmless, he didn't push with force, but he still went too far. He cannot be selfish.

As you kept your mouth in a straight line, you stood up on your feet. "I decided to reward you for your good behaviour. That's how you thank me?" You accused him with a stern tone, moving your arm to hold his jaw.

He blinked a couple of times, frowning. "I'm sorry." You locked your eyes with him for some seconds before backing away from him. "I didn't mean to..." He insisted, watching you slipping out of your tight dress.

His eyes sparkled when he noticed the red panties you were wearing without a bra on. "Lay your back against the bed frame." You instructed him and he executed himself. You didn't want to punish him, he had good intentions, it'd be unfair to restrict him in any way.

You joined him by walking around your bed, knees dipping down on the mattress as you straddled his lap. Thighs on each side of his body, he didn't dare to lay a finger on you. You wouldn't have minded it, but he was trying to get on your good side, which meant doing absolutely nothing that could make you mad.

"Do you want me to forgive you?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. He nodded and he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, patting his hair soothingly. "Beg me for it, then."

He took a second to look at your features, his lips parting to follow your order. "Please, I'm so sorry." You slid your palms up his chest, resting them on his broad shoulders. "I just want you so bad, it's difficult to keep my hands for myself." You wanted to fuck him so hard at this point, sink down on his cock until he came deeply into you. "Please, mommy. Forgive me."

He was already forgiven anyway, no need to pretend.

"Oh, Jinnie, you know I can't stay mad at you for too long." You smiled, stealing a kiss from him, his plush heart-shaped lips pressing against yours.

His large hands instantly found your hips, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. They lifted up to your boobs, swiping his thumbs over your perky nipples and your moans were muffled by Seokjin's mouth on yours. You started to grind on him, rolling your crotch against his hard cock, left alone since you pulled it out of your mouth.

Your lips parted from his, grinding your clothed pussy faster against his erection, your movements becoming needier and jerkier. His hands didn't leave your breasts even though the friction you created made him more sensitive, whines escaping his mouth.

Your tits bounced slightly on your chest from the incessant rutting of your hips against him, his large hands following you, flicking your buds between two fingers. You couldn't keep the teasing for any longer, yourself being overwhelmed by his delicate touch on the most intimate parts of your body.

"I want you to fuck me, Jin." You said between moans and you stopped moving, quickly hooking your panties to the side, offering him your hole. He glimpsed down, your clit was throbbing and your pussy was dripping wet.

"Everything you want, mommy." He smirked at you playfully, aligning his cock with your cunt.

You kept your balance by holding on his shoulders, watching him entering his tip into your warmth. He hissed and frowned when your walls hugged him tightly, taking him whole willingly inch by inch. You finally sat down on him and he couldn't hold in his whines, sounding almost like he was in pain, but he was simply in utter pleasure.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, at ease between the comfort of your silky walls. You moved your hips up and down when he seemed ready, his naked back against your bed frame as sweat was falling down his forehead.

"Fuck. You feel so good, mommy. So good..." He whimpered, still playing with your tits, his palms brushing against your hard and sensitive nipples.

You ignored him, concentrating on jumping on his cock, his length deliciously rubbing against your walls. Seokjin cupped your two breasts in each one of his hands, bringing a tit to his mouth. You first felt his hot breath hitting your bud, sending goosebumps all over your skin. He then darted his tongue out and gave your nipple a wet lick, closing his mouth around it after.

You moaned and placed a hand on the back of his head, your fingers gripping on his hair tightly. The other stayed on his shoulder, nails digging into his soft skin, leaving little crescent forms. He suckled on your nipple while holding your breast up to his mouth, his saliva coating your flesh. He played with the other, pinching your perky bud between his index and middle finger.

Your hips rolled on him, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy, arousal dripping down to his balls. You rode his cock with fast movements, your hole was quivering and your clit was throbbing, his tip hitting your sensitive spot each time he bottomed out.

"Jin- Oh, God!" The back of your thighs were starting to burn from the slapping of your skin against Seokjin's, but you didn't stop, instead you intensified your thrusts. He looked up at you where he was sucking on your nipple and sneaked a hand between your legs, massaging your clitoris in circular motions. "Yes! That's it..." You praised him, encouraging him to continue.

The knot in your belly was tightening, threatening to explode. You were near your end and it only made you more eager to reach your high faster. With you on top, his dick reached deeper and therefore, brushing perfectly against your magic spot.

You gripped his hair, pulling his mouth away from your chest. His hair was messy, his cheeks were all red and his lips were swollen, glistening from his saliva. He looked so hot and you couldn't help yourself from kissing his plushy lips.

With one last thrust, you came, clenching around Seokjin's cock and moaning into his mouth. Your thighs were shaking and hands trembling, riding his dick lazily until you drove off of your high.

"Shit, shit..." He backed away, his head rolling backwards, hitting the bed frame. He gripped your hips, squeezing the flesh and you felt his erection pulsating, begging for a little bit of friction.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of that..." You promised him while you slipped his cock out of your soppy cunt, placing yourself between his legs.

He hissed at the beautiful sight you were offering him, hand around the base of his shaft, lips kissing his wet tip. "Aah- fuck. Yes, please." He whined, bucking his hips onto your fist.

You laid a hand on his thigh to prevent him from moving too much and gave him the blowjob you denied him at the beginning. You bounced your head up and down his length, lips sliding easily on him, making the whole thing ten times more pleasurable.

His hand found your head again, but this time he forced himself to not push, only twisting strands of hair between his fingers. Your scalp hitched from his grip, but you took the pain gladly as you sank his cock into the warmth of your mouth.

"Mommy, fuck- Gonna cum..." He breathed out, his balls tightening, about to release his load onto your tongue. You went faster, hollowing your cheeks and clamping your lips around him. "Shit!"

He cried out and he shot his hot cum into your mouth, the salty and sour taste of him lingering on your tongue. You milked him dry, pulling him out and swallowing everything. He looked at you with admiration, his large hand caressing the hot skin of your cheek.

You grinned when he sucked air through his teeth, your palm sliding up and down his poor cock. He whined, squirming a little at the overstimulation. "Too much..." He managed to spill the two words out of his mouth, eyes scrunching shut.

You licked your lips as your gaze flew down to his crotch, his big dick glistening, wet noises sounding through the room. You only stopped when he tried to close his legs, but didn't succeed as your body was still laying in front of him.

"Shhh, it's okay, Jinnie." You kneeled, circling his shoulders with your arms. You brought him against you, pecking his lips softly.

After cleaning yourselves and you went to pee, you cuddled with Seokjin. Your cheek was squished against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Miseon really likes you, I think." He murmured and the corners of your lips instantly lifted up.

"I like her too." You confessed, tracing small patterns on his skin with your index finger. "You're a good dad, Jin." You turned your head to look at him and he was already staring at you, heart in his eyes. Your own skipped a beat.

"That's the best compliment ever." He smiled and you chuckled, kissing his lips. "Be my girlfriend, Yn."

There was only one thing you could answer. A simple word that would settle everything between you and Seokjin.

"Yes."

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

Aşk-ı Memnu | JJK

Pairing: non idol! Jungkook x fem! married! Reader

Summary: What is prohibited, it's desired the most. Or in which you tangle yourself in a forbidden love with Jeon Jungkook while being married to an older man. Yet it is also said that forbidden fruits taste the best.

Warnings: fluff, angst, forbidden love, food ingestion, cheating, age gap, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption (during dinner), lying, mentions of death, reader is described to be shorter than Jungkook, (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 1.8k

~Prompt 3: Saying “I love you” for the first time

~Snowflakes divider by @samspenandsword

~Prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

A/N: This short story was highly inspired by the Turkish novel of the same name "Aşk-ı Memnu" which translates as "Forbidden Love" in English. Let me know what you thought of this controversial story in the comments!

You can listen to the series' music on Spotify to get into ambience as it helped me a lot to write this. Just search it with the same Turkish name. Happy reading everyone!

Love knows no boundaries. Love is untamable, like the sea. Like a flame. It exists, it consumes. It destroys.

It was cold outside, the night was heavy over the city. Snow was falling from the sky yet the house was warm. The clicking of the cutlery against the expensive china plates could be heard along with the flickering flames of the fireplace.

You sat next to your husband, the man clearly enjoying his dinner and you couldn't help but smile softly at his praises for the new cook.

"So, tell me Seokjin. How is your father?"

Asked your husband, a rich business man by the name of Lee Yong-su. Seokjin smiled against his glass of wine, he put it down and looked at your husband, the two men happily engaging in conversation.

"He's quite well, actually. His treatment is going smoothly and we expect a complete recovery by the end of February."

"Give him my regards when you see him, Seokjin."

The young businessman turned to look at you, bowing his head softly at you not minding at all the fact that you were younger than him.

"Of course, Mrs. Lee."

You smiled kindly at him before the conversation between Seokjin and your husband took place once more. You continued to enjoy your dinner, allowing your thoughts to wander for a bit.

The marriage with your husband had been really controversial given the age difference between you both and the fact that he already had two children with his other wife that you knew had passed away.

Nisun was the oldest. A seventeen year old girl who resented you for taking the place of her mother. Munwoo was the youngest, he was twelve and the innocent boy never ceased to claim that if you ever divorced his father, he'd marry you instead for he had always wanted to marry a beautiful woman when he was of age.

You found it cute whenever he mentioned something like that, only smiling at Munwoo before he got distracted with his videogames once more.

But those weren't the only people that lived in the mansion when you married your husband. There was someone else. A person you had met before you became Yong-su's wife.

Jeon Jungkook.

You knew that he was the only son of one of your husband's closest friends that had sadly died in a car accident when Jungkook was barely five years old. Yong-su had taken him under his wing, providing for him and taking care of him as if he were his own son.

Jungkook was also twenty-six, just like you. And that was the first motive so as to why you two clicked so easily. Yet that fact was the beginning of a web of lies and passion that you had never thought you’d be a part of. 

He was also very handsome, a sleeve of tattoos adorned his right arm, his lip and eyebrow were pierced and his hair was rebellious like his soul. Jungkook was a really attractive man and, according to his own phrasing, you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. 

Lust ruled your relationship with the son of your husband’s best friend. Desires of the body, flames of the heart. Feelings were never involved, or at least that was what was planned in the very beginning. 

But to be honest, nothing was ever planned. This mess you were now tangled in started with a glance, continued with a kiss and ended with you in his bed. Sentiment was never supposed to happen. Everything was dominated by a mutual carnal infatuation. 

You weren’t in love with your husband. The marriage had only been a great opportunity for you and your soft revenge on your cruel mother but Yong-su was deeply in love with you. To him, it didn’t matter the nearly twenty years age gap between you both. It didn’t matter that he had been married before. It didn’t matter he already had two children. He loved you, he cherished you, he wanted you almost in a fierceful way. 

“Darling, are you alright? You aren’t usually this quiet during dinner.”

Looking at your right, you met the concerned gaze of your husband, you smiled slightly though not fully. 

“I’m alright, I just have a headache.”

Yong-su frowned, you felt the eyes of everyone on you, even Jungkook’s gaze. It burned you to even know he was looking at you. 

“Don’t worry about me, dearest.”

Silence filled the room after those words left your lips before soft conversations began to arise once more on the table. The children started talking about a new movie that was going to come out next week while your husband and Seokjin talked about business. Jungkook was still looking at you and you were able to read the concern in his dark eyes. 

You smiled at him, ever so delicately and he nodded subtly. Taking in your silent reassurance as he resumed his dinner. 

Butterflies flew in your stomach at his concern. At what you had seen in his eyes. Those hidden emotions behind his gaze. A dark galaxy you loved getting yourself lost in. The place where you found comfort during lonely nights and a refuge when your soul tormented you. Yet the fact that your love was forbidden only made you want it more. It attracted you more. You desired it more. You needed it more. Needed him. As if you were metal and Jungkook was your magnet. Like a forbidden fruit. Prohibited yet delicious.

“Are you alright?”

You knew that voice. Its raspiness did things to you that shouldn’t happen as a married woman. His deep voice always captivated you. You turned around, facing Jungkook. He stood in the kitchen’s doorway, leaning against the frame as his gaze pierced your own with intensity that a shiver ran down your spine.

"Yes, I just took a pill for the headache. Don't worry, Jungkook."

He frowned softly at your last sentence, uncrossing his arms as he walked towards you with his large steps. Your breath hitched in your throat when he stood in front of you a little too close for it to be proper.

"I always worry about you, (y/n)."

You swallowed, not knowing what to say. Nothing came to your mind. There were no words in your mouth to express, no thoughts in your mind to keep you busy.

"You matter to me more than you could imagine."

You looked aside, trying to break free from this chain he held you in. You took a deep breath, eyes focusing on your nearly empty glass of water that rested on the counter.

"Stop it, someone could hear us."

He took another step towards you, eyes never leaving your form as he gazed down at you.

"Uncle Yong-su is in his study with Kim Seokjin,"

His fingers grabbed your chin ever so softly, turning your head so that your eyes met his before he continued in a soft murmur.

"and the children are already upstairs."

His hand cupped your face while his thumb caressed your cheek in delicate touches. His dark eyes took you in; your beauty, your personality. Your essence.

Your hand rested atop his own. Even when the feeling of his skin against your own burned you with desire and adoration, you weren't allowed to show your sentiment freely.

"I don't want to risk it, Jungkook."

He smirked at your whispered words. Daring to take another step until your chests were almost touching. His warm and minty breath fanned your face and you, once more, lost yourself in his enchanting eyes that held your whole world.

"Risk what, (y/n)? Us? Are you that scared of my love for you to be known to the world?"

Your eyes widened at his words. You took a step back in pure instinct, forcing his hand to leave your cheek as you shook your head in silent motions of hidden despair.

"Because I love you, (y/n). I have for a while. And it only keeps growing in my heart."

You took a deep breath, trying to process everything that was leaving his mouth, wrapping your head around the fact that Jungkook was in love with you. If anything, it complicated things even more yet that didn't mean you craved it any less.

"You can't. Jungkook, you can't love me."

His hands were on your shoulders the next second making a soundless gasp leave your lips. His eyes bore into yours like never before that you nearly felt his soul touch your own.

"But I do. And I do not regret it."

You stood in silence, never breaking eye contact with him. Why now? Why did he have to say such a thing now?

"If you do not love me, say it. Say it and nothing left my mouth. Say it and I'll try to stop."

But how could you say that you didn't love him when your heart beats for him and only him? How could you tell such a lie when you loved him more than your life?

"Jungkook, I-"

"Love, are you there?"

The voice of your husband was heard from around the corner. Your eyes widened in fear and Jungkook put a finger over his lips, signalling you to stay quiet as he went to hide behind a wall, opposite from the kitchen's entrance.

You turned around in time to face your husband crossing the doorway with a soft smile on his lips.

"Yes, I just took a pill for my headache."

Yong-su frowned and walked over to you, eyes searching on your own with concern.

"Are you alright? I need you to sign some documents but if you are not feeling right you can do it later."

Your eyes momentarily looked at where Jungkook was hiding before you shook your head with a smile.

"It's alright, I can do it now."

Yong-su nodded, walking out of the kitchen with you behind him. But just as you were about to leave the room, you turned to look back only to spot Jungkook peeking out from around the wall upon hearing your fading footsteps.

With your heart skipping a beat, you sent him a subtle nod. The trace of a smile over your lips before you disappeared behind the wall.

And it was in that moment that he smiled to himself, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest upon the silent confirmation of your love for him.

It didn't matter if it was prohibited, that it was a sin. That you were betraying your husband with Jungkook. For you were his forbidden fruit he should not even gaze at but your essence was addictive he couldn't think to stop himself. Not now, not ever, because love knows no boundaries. Love is untamable, like the sea. Like a flame. It exists, it consumes. It destroys.

December/15/2023

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

[kxxkiecxre]

ʚ✟⃛ɞ LANGUAGE || J.J.K ʚ✟⃛ɞ

PAIRING: Jungkook X reader.

SUMMARY: forgive and forget… with a little dick on the side of course to make up for it.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, a lot of titty talk, a lot of hickeys, Jungkook has a big dick 🫣, so much kissing, Yeji is literally in the other room???, overstimulation cause purrrr, biting… I think that’s it? Lol

GENRE: best friends brother au.

Unedited because I bitch couldn’t be bothered… tbf tho I did edit a small bit but I hate editing so 🤭

WC: 5.3k

PREVIOUSLY… NEXT…

JUST LIKE many other people that surrounded you at the shop, you were tired, aching and internally screaming as you approached the lengthy queue, hoping to god another till opens up so you can get out of here as fast as possible and get home take a shower and sleep.

It’s been quite in the recent five months that you’ve last spoken to Jungkook, and like any good friends you and Yeji still hang out and talk. Which proved to be a little harder at first then you expected, but to your luck Jungkook has left for a match in America a couple days ago, so you and Yeji get to finally have a much needed sleepover at her place.

Rolling your neck around and trying your best to not fall asleep in the middle of the shop. As if to wake you up, a shopping cart bumps into you, and you whip around to look at the culprit, only to find two tiny hands holding onto the bar.

“Oh sorry!” The kid mumbles cutely, a floppy mess of hair on top of his head.

“Where’s your dad handsome?” You questioned, finally meeting the babies eyes, warm gentle and sweet.

“He said he’ll be back in two seconds” he smiled cutely, “and I’m five today!”

“Oh wow you’re five? Well happy birthday buddy” you smile just as you see his dad, a drop dead gorgeous man, approach.

“Thank you” he chuckles happily.

“I’m sorry, I hope he didn’t cause too much trouble” his dad, a tall beautiful Angel apologies.

Almost like you’re in a trance you softly say, “he’s a sweet kid, I don’t think you have to worry about him causing trouble”.

“Dad, can I ask her name?” The kid asks as his dad lifts him up in his arms.

“Well that depends if the lady will tell you her name.” He shrugs chuckling.

“I’m Y/N, what about you?”

“My name is roowon and this is my dad Seokjin!” He announces proudly.

“Nice to meet you guys!” You coo at him as he gives the sweetest smile to you.

Within small talk you exchanged numbers with Seokjin, promising to have dinner together as soon as both of your schedules clear up. And however much you may like about Seokjin, whose divorced from his wife for a year now, you can’t seem to stop thinking about someone who wasn’t even yours in the first place or the pain that comes with it.

Finding comfort in the warmth of your house did very little, and as much as you like the taste of your favourite wine, you know it won’t suffice the emptiness within you. Not even in a million years, but it does the job of keeping you calm.

However it doesn’t stop you from calling Jimin, and don’t get it wrong the sex is amazing, and Jimin is great. He’s apologised for what went down, and choosing pleasure over pain was too good to let go. You’re not one to hold grudges anyway, you’d rather forgive and forget.

But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what you needed, what you craved for. It wasn’t what you knew would settle the pain. And you felt awful about it, because Jimin was more than understanding as he laid beside you. Any woman would be lucky to have him, he’s a great person. The perfect guy even. The thing about you though, is you don’t fancy perfect. You like the waves that come with life, you adapted to that life. It’s all you know, since forever.

And life is just that, wavy, rocky and unsettled. But it’s comforting, it’s home. And Jimin… Jimin deserves better than that, he deserved someone as loving and perfect like him. He’s an Angel, an Angel you haven’t yet grown to appreciate. Which is ridiculous. Laughable. Stupid, even. Because any other sensible woman would ground him, marry him in a heart beat, and perhaps in another life you could see yourself with him. Having a family and a loving home, but at this moment? I’m this life? You don’t even know what the true meaning of a loving home is. You just don’t.

You’ve never had the comfort of your mothers embrace, or the comfort of your fathers protection. You’ve only ever had yourself. When you were little you’d cry yourself to sleep, you’d hug your own little body and comfort yourself the way your parents couldn’t. You didn’t have anyone to care for you, to worry about your late returns home on a night out. Your parents didn’t even have your number saved in their phone. They just didn’t care.

From a young age, you learned to fend for yourself. Cook, clean, and eventually make money to afford the things you needed, the things your own parents couldn’t provide.

The only thing you do remember, is the beatings, the way your skin would burn with every slap, whip and hit. The way you eventually stopped crying for them to stop, or the way your teenage self would wash away the blood or cover up the bruises. You knew all about that. You knew all too well how the rage in your fathers eyes was the only sense of comfort or attention you’ve ever gotten from him, the way your mother would grab onto your skin and dig her nails in, the way she’d scream and insult you and wish upon your death, that was the only touch of ‘love’ you’ve ever expected from her, the only attention you’ve ever received from them was just that, abuse. Neglect and pain.

Feeling loved, cared about and needed was more than welcome, but it was also more than strange. So maybe it wasn’t understandable, why you’d get slightly uncomfortable when someone would show you love, or kindness, and why you pushed away the people closest to you when they cared and worried about you because you never actually knew what it was before, so you weren’t used to it, so you pushed them away.

It’s bizarre how you want to love someone, to care and worry about them, yet don’t know how to feel about that being returned to you. You don’t know.

You carry the scars well though, they’re fairly easy to cover up and pretend like you’ve had the most general upbringing known to humanity. It’s, amazing.

Tiredness takes over you, and you finally fall asleep. Jimin watched the calmness on your face, covering you with the blanket more and exhaling. He knew about everything, he knew. He’s seen it too, maybe that’s why he knows you so well, he kisses your forehead before leaving your apartment and leaving a note.

The difficulty of waking up in the morning never gets easier, especially when you expected a warm body next to you, except to find it empty and cold. Confusion taking over your face as you roll out of bed, throwing on whatever first lands in your hands.

Your concern gets even worse when you notice the small letter on your kitchen counter, labelled Jimin.

You know better than to continue wasting time, I know you can never love me the way I’ve loved you for years, but within these years, I’ve learned that our souls are intertwined anyway, because I know exactly what you need, what you crave and what hurts you. I know it all in an instant. It’s almost like my body needs it too, and right the second I met him, I knew. I knew you were madly in love with him, I knew then, I had no chance. So within my frustration, I drank, far too much and let my mouth run. I am sorry. I know I apologised already, but I truly am sorry. You didn’t deserve it. I’ll move on eventually, I’ll learn to love someone else, like I’ve learned to keep your eyes staring into mine somewhere In the back of my mind, like I’ve learned to desensitise the scent of your hair away from my senses, or the need to feel your soft skin against my fingers. I’ve learned to love you from a distance, to care and appreciate you as much as I can because I knew that eventually, you’d fell in love with someone, that someone not being me was hard to accept at first, but it got easier. But stop the pettiness, fix the mess and go to him, you deserve love. You deserve to be happy, so be just that.

Happy,

Jimin.

That was absolutely not what you expected first thing in the morning, or the tears in your eyes. Or the guilt your body felt knowing you were unintentionally hurting Jimin. You wish it was easier. Easier to learn to love someone you don’t crave in that way. Easier to make yourself fall in love with someone who deserves you. You wish it was easy.

But nothing in life comes easy.

No, every step and breathe you take comes with effort. With every take want and need, you have to give. For the basic essentials and human life, you have to work. All day, all night, all life. Eternally. Everything has to be earned, because nothing. Absolutely nothing, comes free.

Work. Most of the time you hate it, but recently, it’s become your favourite place. You can take your mind off of everything going on in your life, invoke your mind with something else other than him. The person who so cruelly cut a hole in your heart and stole it, put it in his pocket and let it rot. How inhumane.

The bustle of the busy streets of Seoul always comforted you in some type of way. The many lights and many different people, styles and aesthetics made you feel alive, safe and not alone in this big city. It was easy to lose yourself once you were in it, but living here for half your life proved to help you out in some way.

“Mr. Kim wants you in his office.. pronto” Hoseok hands you your coffee, clicking number 9 on the elevator and you roll your eyes.

“I swear to almighty Jesus if he just wants to stare at me for five minutes and then ask me to order him lunch I will literally murder him with my hands” you grumble, obviously not amused.

“I don’t think that’s it…” he mumbles.

Sighing you walk out in a rush once the elevator dings, nodding a thank you to Hobi for getting you the much needed coffee. Preparing yourself for anything and everything outside of Kim’s office you finally enter the door, where he stands in almighty glory, looking good as ever.

“Y/N, please take a seat” he says, and you do, sitting in front of his desk and reading the name tag ‘CEO Kim Taehyung’ in pure awkwardness as he stares at you and then a letter.

“You need a break,” he takes a sip of his coffee as if the words he just said hurt him deeply, “take it and go before I throw a fit”

Shocked and taken a back you begin to protest, “hold on, Taehyung, no”.

“It’s Mr.Kim at work dumbass, now go before I literally slap you”

“But-“

“No but’s, unless we are talking about the other type of butts” he smirks chuckling.

“Tae are you pulling a prank on me?”

“Y/NNNAAAH, be professional and call me Mr.Kim” he whines dramatically.

“Shut up before I kick you in the balls,” you grumble, “why?”

“Because you’ve worked hard and as your only other male best friend aside from Hoseok, I am adamant on you getting a break before the bags under your eyes sue me”

“Oh don’t be dramatic,” you stand from your chair scoffing, “I’m fine, now let me get back to work”

“No can do workacholic,” he sets his mug on the table, “it’s home or the security guard will kick you out… or I’ll fire you.”

Shocked and gasping quite dramatically you say, “you would never.”

“Wanna find out?” He continues threatening.

“Kim Taehyung wait till I tell your father how manipulative you are” you practically growl at him as he pushes you other the door, and before he can take his hand away from your shoulder you bite him as hard as you can.

Flinching and gasping he looks flabbergasted as you straighten your back and sway your hips on the way out, “you are insane Y/N, INSANE” he yells after you.

At the elevator, once again, you ponder what to do now. Work was like your best distraction every since everything went down, Tae did a good job helping you mould yourself together and not to mention how considerate and sweet he was during that time. Taehyung’s wife was just a replica of him, except even better because she was a woman, and understood certain matters better than him.

Regardless, you sighed, opening your messages app and clicking onto Seokjin’s contact, messaging him a short “hey, off work for a couple days, want to have dinner soon?” And locked your phone again when the elevator reached third floor.

“Jung Hoseok, you dirty little cheating work husband, I will grab your balls and tie them in a knot the next time you choose to lie to me” you squint your eyes at him as you sit at the edge of his desk, watching as he gulps a little.

“I can explain,” he offers.

“No need, tell Yoongs to leave me a free space in a couple days hmm?”

“Can’t you ring him yourself-“

“He’s your roommate Jung, please he’ll listen to you more because you’re like number one best friends brothers thingy” you sigh rolling your neck around to release the gas that’s stuck.

“You’re so sly sometimes babe” he kissed his teeth as he leaned back into his chair.

“Mmm wonder where I got that from huh?”

Rolling his eyes with a small chuckle, he runs a hand through his dark hair, “you’re lucky I love you”

“On the contrary, you’re lucky I love you” you smiled.

“Besides, why do you need yoongi?”

Silence, dead silence fell into the atmosphere and Hobi figured you out in less than three seconds, “really?”

You nodded, biting your lip “a tattoo? I mean are you sure? Like that’s permanent?”

“Hoseok I know what a tattoo is” you dead pan, “I’ve been thinking of getting one for awhile anyway…”

His eyes turn worried for a minute, as he very gently speaks, “and you’re not just acting out because of you know….. Jungkook?”

Blinking you scoff, “you’re threading on thin ice Jung,” you get off his desk, leaning over him as you stare him dead in the eyes, face too close for comfort, “no man could make me do anything.”

Once you’re a safe distance from him, he lets out a breath shuddering a little, “do you forget I am a man sometimes?”

“No,” you smile sweetly, “I love watching you squirm because of me babe”

“I’m gonna divorce you”

“Awe too bad love, work couples can’t divorce.”

“Aren’t you suppose to be going home? Should I get Taehyung?”

Mouth falling open your eyes turn into slits and Hoseok prepares himself for the mouth full he’s about to get, “I will bite you and him. I won’t hesitate Jung Hoseok, besides keep messing with me and I’ll quit, no more seeing me no more free coffee and homemade lunch bitch” you walk away with a scoff.

Hoseok rushes towards you, desperately trying to catch up, “please not the homemade lunch,”

“Pfft, good luck sucker, he’s given me a week off” you stick your tongue out like a child once the elevator dings and the doors close.

“I’ve got both because I didn’t know what to choose” you mutter cutely as you set the wine and grocery bag on the counter.

Yeji stands beside you, eyes big and bright and expression that of a mellow kitten, like a child whose sipped on the most heavenly hot chocolate, “I missed you.”

Your heart skips a beat, internally beating yourself up for neglecting her during this whole thing. You awe as you hug her tightly, the smell of her strawberry shampoo never changing, “I’ve missed you too Ji.”

“I’m sorry, he can be an asshole sometimes but he shouldn’t be able to get between us” she mutters into your hair.

Your chest tightens as you hear her sniffle, she didn’t deserve this. You shouldn’t of done this to her, made her suffer with you. You’ve been a bad friend and you can recognise that, and you feel like utter shit about it because Yeji is priceless, she’s a diamond in disguise.

“I am so so sorry Yeji, I shouldn’t have let him get between us.”

The rest of the night was spent eating junk food and consuming an unhealthy amount of wine. As SpongeBob plays in the background and you apply the tiger sheet face mask on Yejis face you begin to tell her about Seokjin and Roowon.

“Was he good looking?”

“Oh ‘Ji,” you sigh heavily, “if you’ve only seen him, he’s like an Angel. God he’s gorgeous”

“Yah thats not fair! I wanna see him now”

“I’ll try sneak a picture of him when I’ll see him for dinner?”

Just as you say that, the sound of the hallway door dinging interrupts you, and both you and Yeji exchange looks of concern.

“Ji? I’m home, I hope you have no guy over because I’ll kick him out” the sound of his voice shakes everything inside of you. Everything becomes unstable like a poorly structured building during an earthquake.

Yeji looks at you sorrowfully, “yeah im here”

“The match got rescheduled so I thought I’d surprise you,” his voice faded it out as you didn’t dare to look his way, instead choosing to look at the wooden floor as your knees raised more inward towards to your chest, as if to protect your heart.

The silence was deafening, excruciating as all three of you didn’t know what to say, and you closed your eyes briefly as you cleared your throat, “I, Um, I can go?”

“No” Yeji immediately calls out, her voice, although not loud, seemed to echo off the walls as if even the furniture in the apartment froze in place, speechless.

“I’ll stay out the way don’t worry Ji” he mutters, pecking her head quickly before disappearing into the bathroom.

Yeji looked at you full of guilt, beginning to apologise but you stopped her, “it’s not your fault, plus we’re adults Ji, we can stay in the same room without hurting each other I promise. You’ve nothing to worry about, I’m okay.”

“I didn’t know he was going to be back” she continues, full of guilt.

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s okay. He’s your brother, besides, it’s not like I hate him. I still love him Ji, he was my best friend, that’ll never go away”.

For the rest of Jungkooks evening, all he had heard was your laughter. It rang through his body like an electric shock and he regretted everything. He hated himself for letting this drag on for this long, he hated that he couldn’t be there with you, laughing and sharing jokes like usually.

He drowned himself in everything possible to avoid hearing the conversation about a guy you met and how amazing he was, he worked, listened to music, texted his friends. But nothing worked.

And as the night died down and the house was consumed with silence. He laid on his bed, reminiscing the moments were he was your best friend. He remembered the time you went strawberry picking, you were dressed in the cutest outfit imaginable, a faded pink and white checkered dress, with pink wellies. Hair tied back in a bun with a strawberry claw clip.

He remembered how you shared the entire summer together, how he thought you to swim and how excited you were to be able to go to the depths of the ocean with him. How in love he was with you in the moment, the way your big surprised eyes stared into his as he dived underneath the water and came back up behind you, the way you’d call him Kookie in the times you needed him the most.

He remembers how you hate thunderstorms. How he spent the entire night with you on your couch, letting you cuddle into him and falling asleep in his lap.

It exactly that he regrets.

He regrets that he ruined the way you felt comfortable and safe around him and now he fears you’ll never be like that again.

For what seems like hours, Jungkook tosses and turns in his bed. Huffing in slight annoyance that his brain won’t shut off. Leaving his room in a haste he enters the kitchen, stilling for a moment as he sees you sat on the kitchen island, legs kicking back and forth as if you’re in deep thought.

He felt creepy standing there watching you eat your favourite cherry chocolates, the ones that had liquor inside. He remembers how much you love them.

He couldn’t go back to his room now, that’d be too awkward, especially since you’ve locked eyes with him for a mere second through the glass of the cupboards. He cleared his throat gently, going to the fridge to get his favourite whiskey, he could feel your presence behind him and he knew you were looking but you were stubborn.

You would not be the first one to say a word, he knows that, which is why he reaches for a second glass and fills both of them, turning to you with sad eyes, his hand extends toward you, holding the glass of whiskey outward, not thinking much you take it from him, throwing the liquid to the back of your throat and sighing. He does the same.

“I’m,” he clears his tight voice, “I’m sorry”.

You say nothing, biting your lip as he continues on, “I was out of line for the things I said. I’m aware, but I couldn’t help but feel protective. I’m sorry.”

“I was only angry because I have begged you to not get disqualified because of me, but you did that despite all of my begging” you whispered, barely audible and staring ahead as he looked at the side of your face.

“I’m sorry,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “I really am”.

“I know” is all you say. Not really giving him much aside from pushing the box of chocolate towards him.

“I miss you,” he mutters, “I miss having you in my life”.

Finally, as if your heart couldn’t take it, you look right into his eyes and he swears his knees buckle a little, despite your eyes looking a little sad, you smile gently at him, “I miss you too”.

“I never meant to say all those things, god Y/N, if I could go back in time” he closes his eyes. You pull on his shirt, pulling him between your legs as you hug him.

“Well you can’t,” you muffle in his chest as his arms tighten around you, “but, you can make it up to me?”.

You feel him nod as he not so sneakily sniffs your scent, “you can take Yeji out tomorrow, spend some quality time with her. She’s worried about you Kook, she needs her brother, she needs just a little bit of your time”.

He hugs you tighter, kissing your head, “I promise I will”.

You pull away, smiling gently at him as you peck his cheek, “good”.

You don’t know wether it was the buzz from the whiskey and alcohol infused chocolates, but whatever it was, it made your eyes drop to his lips. God he looked so good, hair messy and his sleeve on display. Fuck was he beautiful.

Almost like he could smell your slightly horny phase, he leans in deeper, eyes darkened a deep shade and his hand innocently laid on your waist, “you ok?” He asks.

Asshole, “yeah” your voice came out a little breathy within your whisper, and your entire aura soaked Jungkook in shudders. The way you were sat, legs spread to accommodate him between them, white shirt doing absolutely nothing to cover your perky pierced nipples.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could you.

Looking into his eyes, your lips separated, inviting him in as your noses ever so gently brushed against each other, his hooded gaze solemnly fixated on your lips, and yours on his eyes, “what are you doing to me y/n” his voice husky, whispering in your ear.

“Kiss me Jungkook” your breathing got heavier and so has his, and he shook his head gently, scoffing in denial as your lips brushed past each other.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he licked your earlobe, what a fucking tease, “yes Jungkook”.

Not wasting anymore time he attached his lips on yours, moving them in rhythm as he basically abused the flesh, barely giving you any time to catch your breath as he switched his head from side to side, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in closer, you could feel yourself growing wet, soaking your panties as you grabbed onto his shirt, nails digging into his skin as your hands travelled to his back, within pulling each other closer neither of you realised how close you have gotten, too immersed in the smacking of your lips as your core rubbed against his, hard and poking through his tracksuits.

You moaned right into his mouth and he swallowed it up, fuck he’d do anything for you. He’s dreamt of feeling your lips on his for years. His mouth travelled from your swollen lips to your neck, “fuck take my shirt of Kook”.

He could nut right there as you gave him all these orders, but he listened, slipping your shirt off to find your perky tits so ready for his mouth, he laid you back against the cool counter his mouth never giving up his abuse on your skin, marking nipping anywhere possible but the neck, he couldn’t be bothered to explain to his sister. He sucked bruises onto your boobs, hearing your quiet moans as he took one nipple into his mouth, twirling the pink nub with his tongue, before moving onto the other, but not before biting each nipple gently, the cold that was left on your nipples after his warm mouth worked you up even more as he trailed his kisses down your stomach, to your hips, once again sucking biting and bruising, fuck he loved your skin.

“Take your shirt of” you mumble quietly, taking your tits in your hands and rubbing the nipples in small circles, fuck he did not expect to ever see you like this. Sprawled out on his kitchen island, hands on your boobs and your panties sporting a wet patch on your clothed pussy telling him just how turned on your are right now. Shit.

His mouth latched onto your thighs before moving onto your clothes pussy, smothering his face in the warmth of it as you gasped quite loudly, smacking your hand on your mouth to keep quiet. Fuck. His tongue ran a strip from the bottom to the top, the fact that the only material keeping his tongue from touching you directly was your underwear was driving you insane.

“Kook fuck me already”

“I don’t have a condom” he said against you.

“Fuck im clean and on the pill”

“I’m clean too”

Without any more words, he helped you up, taking your panties to the side and taking his grey sweats down his legs. Fuck. His dick was hot, long and thick, tip red and oozing precum.

Fucking hell.

He ran his tip up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal before he eased gently inside you. Letting you adjust to him. You could feel him everywhere, his throbbing tip kissing your cervix as he bottomed out. And fuck were you so full, so deliciously full of him. With the way you relaxed he knew you were ready, slowly and carefully moving in and out, his hand found purchase on your shoulder, pushing you down gently as he watched the way your tits bounced slowly.

The way you moaned so quietly and the way your chest heaved, fuck you were absolutely ravishing to watch. Your skin was marked by his lips everywhere, stomach littered in bruises, hips and tits too, everywhere but your neck and it looked so inviting right now, begging for him to give it the same attention, and before he could think straight, he went for it, nipping at the skin of your neck as his body leaned fully into yours, before you could even take a breath he picked up the pace, smacking his hips lewdly into yours, his balls slapping of your ass as the noise bounced around the room. The sound your lips made as your lips connected once again adding to the mix.

It was hot, it was wet and it was loud. But it felt amazing, it felt too good to stop. The way he ramming into, hitting all the right spots as you mewled underneath him, the knot in your stomach tightening at the feel of his tip abusing your cervix, but before you could release he sat you up, edging your ass to almost be off the counter before he gripped onto it and hammered himself into you, the only rational part of you hid your face in his neck, moaning as he fucked right into you, he tugged onto your hair as he leaned his forehead into yours, both of you watching the way his dick disappeared into your swollen cunt, and then it hit you, like a ton of bricks, you clenched around him, your legs twitching slightly as you came around him, your orgasm hurting in all the right ways like if you were electrocuted, you could feel it from your toes to your head.

He was close behind, his hips stilling as his dick throbbed, twitching the slightest bit before he coated your walls white. Leaning against your palms on the counter you tried catching your breath again, and before you could say anything, he was on his knees, his mouth latching onto your clit as you yelped, sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Kook I can’t”

“Yes you can baby,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your pussy, “for me”

Groaning you gasped as he sucked onto your clit, twirling your sensitive nub with his tongue as he eased his finger into you, hooking it up and fucking you slowly.

The mix of mouth and finger was intoxicating the way he was making out with your pussy was sinful but you couldn’t get enough, especially not when your legs shook, your eyes teared up and his hands soothed your legs, he switched his finger and tongue, fucking you slowly with his warm tongue and drawing figure eights onto your clit and fuck you couldn’t take it.

Slapping down your hand on the counter you moaned his name as you came for the second time this night, legs shaking and chest heaving as he stood up, kissing your lower belly before he grinned above you.

“What do you say for round three in the bathroom?”

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A/N: part three? I mean they haven’t resolved much except for some steamy sex? 🤭

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fool’s paradise - ksj

𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

Summary: You’re approached by a handsome stranger who dotes on you with desperation… it’s almost as if he knew you, but you? You don’t know him.

Pairing: Yandere! Seokjin x F! Reader

Word Count: 8.47k

Warning(s): Obsession, stalking, non-consent touching, pregnant reader, delusional thoughts/actions, manipulation, mentions of death and depression, attempted suicide, a gun, murder, mentions of a car accident resulting in deaths, bit of Stockholm Syndrome, bit of sexism at the very end, SMUT that’s not hot so don’t get too excited, cunnilingus, breeding kink.

A/N: Surprise shawty!! This au was inspired by Pearl Jams’ cover of Last Kiss 🥲 Pls listen to it!! Enjoy :)

Oh, where oh where can my baby be? 

The Lord took her away from me… 

In a bedroom dormant of light, a man sits on a wooden rocking chair, hauntingly abandoned in the corner of the room. Smoke spews from between his plump and dry lips as he sniffles, his eyes heavy, desperately craving sleep, but he stays stubborn, intently staring at the empty crib before him. Wishing for what never will be. 

“Oh, where oh where can my baby be?” He drawls, murmuring lowly whilst his head bows, a finger trailing down a creased photograph where a woman sits on a bench, smiling and beaming with life with her hand pressed against the swell of her growing tummy.  His sob is sudden, but yet gut wrenching. There’s a deep despondency in his voice as he continues to sing, the picture slipping through his fingers just as they did, 

“They’ve gone to heaven so I gotta be good…” 

There’s another sniffle, cutting through the heart-rending melody before the rattle of pills resounds throughout the room. The plastic cup clings against the wooden floor when he purposely drops it, his sobs uncontrollable as he gulps the capsules that are too much and he knows it, but it is what he wants.

He stands, the picture on his lap forgotten, reaching for a wedding ring and a bottle of golden liquor. The man takes a swig when he sits again, sighing deeply whilst longing for the future that no longer existed, so there was no point in existing himself. 

But yet, through his tears, he smiled with a sob, for he believed they weren’t too far, just around the corner and awaiting his return. 

And so he shut his eyes, clinging to the hope that he was reunited with his little family for the rest of forever. 

MONTHS LATER

With puckered lips, you looked at the onesie in adoration, unable to hold back the tears that ran down your full cheeks. You grunted in annoyance, damning the hormones for making you cry inside the department store, but the thought of the baby - your baby, safe and sound inside you was enough to bring the tears that you despised because it made your heart flutter with so much love.

Smiling, you placed the soft onesie inside the shopping cart, pushing it a bit forward as you hummed, looking through the racks to see what else was worthy enough to get your attention.

“Sweetheart?” Heavy footsteps walked forward much to your unawareness, loud and desperate. 

When you looked at him, his eyes were wide open, studying with an expression you’d never seen before. He was pale, seemed to be drained of blood when he gulped and looked at your confused face. It was sudden when he took you into his warm embrace, holding you tight, but not enough to hurt you or your belly. 

“What the hell! Get off me!” You cried, pushing against his broad shoulders. But the handsome stranger remained in place, cooing at your neck whilst his hand caressed the swell of your stomach. 

Though he didn’t budge you still pushed against him with all your might in fear of being harmed with a potential weapon that he concealed, but the man remained confused. He raised his head, thick brows furrowed at your actions. “Why -” he muttered, sniffling, eyes shining with unfallen tears. “ - why are you being like this, love?” He cried with desperation, gripping your shoulders. “Do you have any idea how worried I've been? How I -” 

“Hey!” His lesson was cut short as he was shoved back by a man just a bit taller and muscular than the assailant. You gasped when the man crashed into a rack of maternity clothes, his face and eyes full of misery, looking at you as if you had betrayed him. 

“Are you okay?” The other man breathed, his hand at your shoulder, rubbing gently to try to soothe you. It was obvious you were shaken - with your trembling body and tears that fell fast - whilst you tried your best to breathe, and not sob in front of people who had stopped, eyeing you with worry.

You could only nod, muttering a small thank you to the man with a buzz cut as he walked with you, gently aiding on taking a seat on the red bench at the front of the store. Security surrounded the man you feared, sobbing as he looked at you, saying something you couldn’t understand. “The police are on their way alright? I’m Namjoon. Can I get you anything?” 

“No - no, thank you, I’m fine, just a bit shaken up. He came out of nowhere. I just want to go home.”

Namjoon gave you a tight lipped smile, his eyes showing sympathy before he spoke. “I completely understand. I’m a therapist - you wouldn’t be surprised of how much there are exes who can’t let go of someone, no matter if the other person doesn’t reciprocate anymore.”

You looked at him bewildered. “He’s not my ex, I - I don’t know him.”

“Oh, pardon me.” He said, gesturing to your stomach.  I just assumed he was -“

A small genuine chuckle escaped at his mistake.. “It’s okay, don’t sweat it.” There was an awkward pause, the two of you looking away before two security guards approached, immediately questioning what had happened. You explained, Namjoon nodding along at your words. 

“Well you see ma’am, he said that you’re his wife.” One of them spoke. Confused, you looked at Namjoon before looking back at them. “No, of course not. I’ve never even seen this man in my life. He came up to me - I thought he was going to hurt me.”

“Well did he? I mean, hurt you?”

“No, but like I said, I thought I was going to get hurt. He came out of nowhere looking unhinged.”

The man nodded. “Ma’am, we understand, but if he didn’t hurt you in any way, I don’t think the cops would do much good. We questioned him and he - he’s insistent that you’re married and have a baby on the way. I think you guys should just work it out. Hell, if it was my wife, I wouldn’t want her to fend for herself, especially with my child.”

It was obvious the man wouldn’t budge from what he believed in, so you kept quiet, fighting the urge to angrily tell him that the crying man was a complete stranger to you and not the husband and the father of your child they thought he was. You only huffed, shook your head and grabbed your purse, glaring at them before you walked. Namjoon followed, “Let me walk you to your car. Excuse us.”

“I’m sorry they -”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off, sniffling from the accumulation the angry tears caused. “I just hope I don’t see him ever again.” The car beeped when you unlocked it, suddenly hugging Namjoon much to his surprise. He was warm despite it being unbearingly cold and rainy out, the gray and angry clouds surrounding the once blue sky. 

“You be safe, okay?” He said, placing his hand on top of the car door, and bowing playfully whilst his other one gestured for you to go inside. With a grumble, the vehicle started. “You too. Thank you again.” With a smile and a wave, he shut the door, allowing you to reverse out of the space, unaware that on your way home, a black SUV followed, the silhouette of a woman with long voluminous hair behind the wheel.

His dark eyes followed like predators, still on your figure as if you were a red light - a laser pointer that caught his eyes and he could not look away. He wiped at his cheeks, sniffling when the sight was too much to bear. There you were, alone without him when you promised him forever. He couldn’t help but to chuckle because you were, oh, so unaware, something he warned about so many times because he feared something would harm you. But yet, you remained uncaring, scrolling through your phone whilst slowly chewing the muffin you purchased from the little Cafe in the corner.

He was at least glad you were happy, feeding yourself and the baby he yearned to know. Though he tried to understand you, he simply could not, questioning why you did what you did, abandoning him as if he were absolutely nothing. Seokjin loved you with everything he had and yet you did not. It pained him. But if it was one thing he understood, it was that love consumes one without remorse, eating at you until you have nothing else to lose. Though he was made of money, he could not have what he wanted despite his fortune and you - your love was what he wanted.

There was hurt, a hurt that he had never experienced until he came home to find you’d have packed your things and left. The action was unexpected. After months of begging you to quit your job, you caved. It was all he wanted: to take care of you and the child that was growing inside you, but apparently all he’d given you was not enough. 

After the hurt there was an anger inside of him that burned with wretched fury, causing his mind to stumble into a dark abyss that frightened the good man he was and awoke the fiend that he was not aware existed. 

He wanted to hurt whoever it was that took you away - for tearing his family apart. But Seokjin through his pain and a seek for vengeance, he seeked the Lord, sitting at the back of the pews every Tuesday. It churned his guts when he confessed his sin-filled thoughts inside the confessional, shedding tears that did not seem to end. The elderly father forgave him through the man that many carried belief for, but no amount of praying could cease what he was thinking. 

Therapy was his last resort. After weeks of going and being prescribed antidepressants, he felt better, but just for a moment until he was alone and the misery appeared. 

“Mom?” He called whilst removing the keys from the lock. He shut the door, placing the bag of groceries on the table behind him. “Mom? Where are you?” 

“In here, sweetheart!” His mother called from a bedroom above. 

The sight was unexpected once he climbed the stairs and crossed the hall. His mother stood on a steel ladder, arranging pale pink curtains on a curtain wall against the wall. “Mother, what are you doing?” It was his first time in months that he’d stepped foot inside the room assigned for his child. It was too much for him to bear in the beginning, imagining the joy that his newborn daughter would bring to you both, crying to be held by him.

“I’m tidying up in here, of course. The rocking chair was a bit too much so I threw it out. I really hope you don’t mind that. That wife of yours could really use aid in interior design.” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows furrowed as Eunji went back to work, turning her back against him. “She has a name you know.” He replied, offended. It wasn’t a lie that Eunji had… distaste towards you, he didn’t enjoy it of course, but despite his attempts to bring you both together, Eunji didn’t accept. Seokjin understood. It’d been him and his mother alone for years before you came along, his father’s death keeping them closer than ever before. 

“Mother, you didn’t really answer my question.” He moved closer, helping her climb down. The older woman patted at her thighs once she safely returned to the wooden ground, running a finger through her long and voluminous raven hair. 

“Well surely you’re bringing her back.” She said obviously.

“What?” He let out a small chuckle, but not of amusement, clear confusion in his tone.

“Yeah.” Eunji nodded as if it were obvious. “I thought that was already in your plans, son?”

Jin sighed, looking away. “It’s clear she does not want to be here, mother. I cannot force her to do so.”

“So what? She just takes your unborn daughter away and you think you have no say over the matter? That’s your child Seokjin. You deserve to have her in your life as much as she does.”

“But that’s the thing mom.” Jin huffed. “I don’t just want my daughter, I want my wife as well, but I cannot have her.”

Eunji frowned when Jin’s eyes watered with tears that threatened to fall. “Oh, son.” She muttered, taking his body into her warm embrace just as she did when he was a child. “You must do as I say Seokjin. No man will ever love that girl like you do. She’s had enough time away and it’s time you bring her back. No matter the consequences.”

“But mom, what I think you’re implying is - it’s wrong mom. You -”

“No.” She snapped, grasping his face in her hand.  “What she did is wrong.  What’s wrong is that she left, she’s the one who did you wrong, and terribly so. I know you love her and I understand that is the reason why you don’t want to bring her home, but I won’t longer stand seeing you suffer.”

He stood still as Eunji freed him from her grasp, dazed, his thoughts holding him hostage like a poor, indefensible creature. “Just… do what you do, mother. I’m going to bed.”

And so he did, but laid awake, unable to sleep because of his calamitous mind that kept him awake.

With blood red nails skimming the paper in her hands, Eunjis’ brows furrowed, taking a sip of the red wine at her side. She set it down and sighed as her conscious screamed of guilt, still a glimpse of humanity despite what she’d done.

You were perfect. It was no surprise Jin mistook you for Clara - the pregnant belly adding to his desperate illusion. With eyes that beamed brightly and with a face that carried beauty, you stood behind your car, the trunk open as you placed groceries inside the dark compartment. She paid a large amount of money to the private investigator who gave her the manila folder needing to know more about the woman she planned to make her daughter in law. 

It was perfect, truly, Almost as if the universe were at her side. A stranded relationship with your parents, a single mother to be, alone and completely vulnerable to take.

And although you seemed like a kind woman, so giving and caring to others, such as the elderly neighbor who lived in the same apartment complex, the homeless man who made the alley his home, and the cat - even the stray cat, Eunji cared less - just a bit.

Her son was first. Always.

He was all she had in this world, the love of her life dead after a sudden heart attack that left her with everything she wanted, sharing the wealth with her son that didn’t care about it, but only for the family he’d lost. In a way, they were almost alike, but when Seokjin was selfless, Eunbi was egotistical, a conniving woman despite being in denial of who she truly was. She gave to those below her by donating large sums of money just as her husband did before he passed, and spending time at orphanages because that’s what he loved to do. Wasn’t that enough? Or maybe, just maybe it made her feel better because she was putrid inside and she knew it. 

Her heart pounded, but she wasn’t fearful. She repeated like a mantra in her mind, that what she was about to do was the right thing - that she had to do it. You would be fine, more than fine if she was being honest. Raising Seokjin might have been the only holy thing she’d done right in her life because he truly was a good man, treating others with such respect and with a kindness she couldn’t comprehend. He’d be good to you, she knew it.

She fisted her hands, her nails painfully digging in her palms inside her wool coat, the gun she purchased placed inside the waistband of her gray dress pants. Thinking, she fished out her phone, slamming it on the ground once and then again, stepping on it with her red heels to make sure it looked the part. It was a good thing you lived on the first floor, your home in a neighborhood that inhabited the good and the bad - mostly the bad that hunted at night unforgivably. 

Eunbi knocked frantically, looking behind her shoulder in false panic before knocking again. “Give me a minute!” She heard you say, hearing the lock click before a sliver of the door opened, your eye peeking through. 

“Hi, how can I help you ma’am?” You cautiously questioned, smiling. The woman before you looked almost frightened, smiling through the frown she had on her lips. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you -“ she started, shuddering from the cold breeze that passed, droplets of rain following, a storm no doubt ready to fall. “ - I’m Eunbi and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone? I was robbed - I’m okay, but uh, I dropped my phone and it’s not working anymore.”

“Oh, no.” You gasped, seeing the state of her phone and studying her body language, shaken from the fright. “Of course, come on in.” With a slide of the security chain on top of your door, you welcomed her in, immediately grabbing your phone from the dinner table and handing it to the older woman. 

Her eyes seemed so familiar. 

She eyed your swollen stomach, surprised at how much bigger it looked in person. You were about to give birth in no time which gave her all the more reason. If Seokjin missed the birth of “his” child, he’d never forgive himself, even if it wasn’t really his fault. “Wow. How far along are you?” Eunbi asked with false curiosity, enamored by the sight whilst typing in the number that home would answer. It was time she acted excited and in love by the thought of her grandchild because that would be something her son would love her to do. 

“Oh, -” You chuckled, looking down at your tummy whilst caressing it with both hands. “ - I’ll be eight months in a week, so not that far along. I was given a little boy.”

Well, fuck.

Eunbi awed, despite her mind thundering inside. The phone in her ear crackled with bad service, but yet the butler answered, already knowing what to say. She went on, explaining what had happened in a few words, and it wasn't long before she ended the call, handing you your phone and taking a seat on the one couch you owned once you offered her a glass of water. She truly didn’t understand how you'd bring a child into the environment you lived in, but to each their own. - It didn’t matter anyway, if anything, the child in your womb was the luckiest. He’d owned something that didn’t belong to him when he came of age, growing up privileged with a father that would dote and spoil him like no other, and a mother who loved him unconditionally. 

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, -” You started, walking away from the kitchen and into the living room with the glass of water in your hands. “ - ,but you look very… sophisticated and well, this isn’t really the best of town -” With a gasp of fear, the glass dropped from your hands, immediately shattering upon contact with the tile. But that was the least of your worries, for Eunbi stood with a gun pointed straight at you, her positive aura gone and replaced with dark, glaring eyes. 

“Please,” you cried, placing your hands up. “ -, please don’t hurt me. I'm pregnant, I don’t have anything, but take what you -”

Your begs were shut down in a second once she snapped. “Shut up.” Eunbi said, coming up behind you once she fished out a string of thick rope, the barrel of the gun at your back. You feared if you hit back as you planned, the gun would go off and unfortunately hit you, so you stood on shaky legs, begging her to let you go and take whatever she wanted.

“You are what I want. Now shut up. You’re going to walk slowly to the parking lot and enter once I open the door to my car. You’re going to do it quietly, and if you don’t I will shoot you. Do you understand?” Frantically nodding, you sniffled as she placed her long coat on your shoulders, hiding your tied hands at your back. 

As you walked with her hand wrapped around you and the other holding the weapon, you looked around, hoping and praying for someone - for anyone to see between the lies. But when you sat on the back seat of her car, her following beside you and buckling you in, you immediately headbutted her, ignoring the pain as she gasped, and for good measure, kicking her as much as your stomach allowed. You don't exactly know what your plan was, your hands were tied and you were confined inside a vehicle, but as you knew, you were never going down without a fight. 

“No!” You screeched once she managed to get her composure and raised her hand to harm you. The gun hit you once when she slammed it against the side of your face. The pain rushed through immensely, but yet you fought back through the dizziness, your legs pummeling into her body. 

“You bitch!” Eunbi cried, managing to strike you once again and then thrice. You sobbed, the hits taking the strength from your body as you felt the world leave from your grasp, ears ringing for a second before darkness welcomed you, your body free from the stress and going limp. 

Eunbi sighed. She hoped your head wouldn’t bruise because you wouldn’t hear the end of it. At the sight of your unconscious body, she shut her eyes before fishing for her keys in her pocket, making her way out of the vehicle and into the front. 

With a powerful groan, the car started and she put the vehicle in drive.

You awoke with a gasp, immediately hyperventilating when you remembered what had happened moments before you passed out. It was no help to fight against the binds at your wrist, wrapped around the arms of the wooden chair just as your legs were too. You couldn’t help but to cry when you set eyes on Eunbi, striding inside the imposing living room, satin beige curtains at the sides of floor to ceiling arched windows, overlooking a beautiful vast garden.

Though Eunbi was near you, she stayed quiet, staring at you so intently that it brought you to shivers. She was unpredictable. What could a woman like her - of her status, want with a woman like you? 

“Are you going to kill me?” You managed to say, instantly getting a small laugh from the older woman. She looked at you with amusement before shaking her head whilst sighing. 

“Now why would I kill you if I need you?”

Sniffling, trying to calm yourself down, you questioned her, desperate to know.

“Believe it or not, you’re of great use to me. You see I have a son who's… troubled. I believe you’ve come across him. Think, think greatly, I mean you pushed him as if he were nothing.” It was obvious she was upset from her raised eyebrows and the glare she sent. 

Her eyes seemed so familiar.

Her eyes…

“The man - the man at the store, he's your son?”

“So you do remember? I mean of course you would, it was just a few weeks ago. He came to me, you know. Came home sobbing like a child after that idiot man shoved him to the ground. You humiliated him, treated him as if he were worth nothing when he simply approached you, desperate for something he thought he had lost. His name is Seokjin, by the way. That’s what you'll be calling him from now on.”

“He scared me! That man did what was necessary, it’s not my fault your son is crazy and mistook me for someone else!” The ropes at your wrist burned when your body flailed in anguish, frantically trying to set yourself free, but you gasped and stopped when Eunbi harshly grabbed your chin, settling near you.

“Don't you dare. He's not - he's not crazy. He did what any good husband would do for the love of his life and his child.” She let go harshly and after a few moments of her pacing, she spoke again, quietly starting.

“He was married. Had a lovely wife and a life only people could dream of - a baby on the way. But you see, they were taken from him in a terrible car accident. After that - when he awoke in that hospital bed, he didn't ask, he just knew what had happened. He just looked at me, breathed, looked away, and he was gone. I think what really broke him was seeing the girl inside a casket and the daughter he longed for right at her side, in her arms. My son was gone, a dead man walking until one day. He came home almost jumping from excitement and crying from relief. He saw you and I just didn't have the heart to tell him. Then he had the guts to approach you and you rejected him.” She shrugged, “So forgive me - or don’t. I’d rather you be here than to lose my son again. I cannot have that. I won’t.”

With a gasp of fear, you felt her grip at the back of your head, fisting your hair in her manicured hands, her beautiful face inches from yours. “So you’re gonna be good. You’re going to be a nice little, pregnant housewife, and I promise you, you’ll have everything. He’ll treat you like a queen, all you have to do is play the part. And if you don’t, I will rip your throat out and just find somebody else. After all, you're not the only pregnant woman on earth.”

You cried, lips trembling from the threat that you knew she had no problem going through. If she’d taken you against your will, there was no doubt she wouldn’t hesitate getting rid of you and the child you already adored. And so you nodded, sobbing in her embrace when she took you in, patting your back as she whispered words of comfort that she didn’t mean.

“Ma’am, your son is here. He just crossed the gate.” A man who you assumed was the butler from his clothes announced, bowing when Eunbi nodded, waving him away.

“Let’s get these ropes off of you, shall we?”

She was gentle, so much different than her treatment she’d given moments before, fishing a tissue from the coffee table and dabbing on your cheeks that glimmered with tears.

“Play along.” She whispered when she arose from the ground, the ropes she taken off hidden behind the cushions. 

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

He stood frozen in place when he set his eyes on you, his eyes wide in shock. With a sob he approached you, kneeling before you studying what seemed to be every detail of your face - like if you were a cruel, cruel lie. “You’re really here?” He whispered, cupping his cold hands against your cheeks. “Oh, baby, don’t cry. It’s okay my love.” Gently wiping at your eyes, he hugged you tightly, keeping still for a few seconds before he took a hold of your hands. 

“I missed you so much. You have no idea.”

“She’s here for good, sweetheart. Called me and told me how sorry she was.” Eunbi’s hand patted your back, her fingers harshly nipping at your skin. You spoke, knowing what she wanted. “I am.” You nodded whilst sniffling. “I am really sorry, I - was - wasn’t thinking clearly and I hurt you -

Seokjin shushed you, shaking his head. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He chuckled through his tears, trying to calm your crying that didn’t seem to stop. “We’re okay now, yeah? I forgive you, I promise. Don’t cry my darling, it's okay.”

Gosh, if only he knew the reason for your tears wasn’t for the guilt he thought you were feeling, but because of the woman standing behind you. He cooed at you like you would a child, pecking your lips and then your belly that he looked at with so much love and adoration. 

He kissed you, humming against your lips, his face so close and perfect. “We’re gonna be just fine.” He said when he parted. “I love you so much.”

Behind you, Eunbi smiled when her son looked at her, eyes gleaming with happiness. This is all she ever wanted. 

“Welcome back Clara. You were deeply missed, sweetheart.”

The ring on your finger seemed to taunt you. Shimmering bright when the glamorous diamond would see the light, and fidgeting with every move of your hand because it didn’t really fit you right. It taunted you as you slept and as you awoke with that cuff on your finger, holding you down and seeming to weigh even more as time passed. 

There was a part of you that felt disgusted, almost uneasy at the thought that it didn’t belong to you, but to a dead woman that he believed was with life. If there was anything you were sure of was that she used to be an extremely lucky woman. The life that you now lived was almost… peaceful, if it weren’t for the reality that hit you every minute. Seokjin was anything but mean, but absolutely a beautiful soul who loved too hard and lost so much. He was kind, a little clingy, but could you blame him? He was immensely attentive, reading every expression on your face and immediately worrying if there was even a sign of distress, clinging to your side to ask what he could do for you without hesitation. He was there for your every beck and call, practically on his knees because all he wanted was to worship you as if you hung the moon and the stars. 

It broke your heart.

Life with him was kind, but there was always that black aura in the back of your mind, with a faux smile that was too good to be true and with gifts for the child she truly didn’t care about. 

Trying to make the best of the situation was difficult, but you tried because your life depended on it, so you came up with lies - more than you’d ever probably have come up with in your lifetime when Jin would question things that didn’t align with his true love. The first time was when he questioned why you started making lunches for him when “you” had never done before. You simply answered that he gave too much for you, and you wanted to do something in return. Your heart had never fallen faster after those words left his mouth. The second time was when he questioned your affinity for reading. Too caught up on the book, you answered that you have always loved to do so. “Since when?” He chuckled, enamored by your concentration on something he found so uninteresting. 

“Guess it just passed you by.” You shrugged, desperately hoping he dropped the subject. He did, but not before his eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought.

It was moments like such that you feared he’d lose his mind even though he never given you a reason before. But he wasn’t sane, you knew of that which was why you feared he’d find out the truth and explode. 

He didn’t allow you to move the cart or pick anything with your own hands, unless you voiced what you wanted because “you just walk there and look pretty, honey.” You couldn’t help but to smile and continue at his side, feeling more and more like a monster who hid the truth. 

You never felt more domestic than now: grocery shopping for your cravings that he begged you to answer because you never did before, only shrugged when he would question. It made him pout. You didn’t like it when he pouted. 

Seokjin was… easy to like. 

It took you by surprise when your eyes met someone whom you wished you’d never see again, the freezer door open as he inspected which one to choose. Still indecisive. 

“Let’s go this way, I’m craving cookies.” You immediately said to Seokjin, who smiled and nodded, following you happily, but it seemed that the universe was never on your side because as soon as you turned to walk away, the father of your child called your name questionably. Your teeth gritted in anger and fear because there was no way you could’ve ignored him, for he walked towards you, voicing your name again. 

Jin’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused when he looked at you and at Jungkook who smiled politely before looking like a deer caught in headlights when he caught sight of your tummy. Despite how things ended between you two, Jungkook was not a bad person, but a kind guy whom you left without thinking after a one night stand. You knew each other for a few weeks until a drunken night brought you two together into an ecstasy filled day. He lived far, visiting the city when you met, so what in the hell was he doing here.

“Who is this, honey?” Jin questioned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. His tone was genuinely nice, definitely curious when he looked at you and at the man you knew he’d hate if he knew the truth. 

“This is uh - this is Jungkook, a friend of mine.” 

Jin chuckled. “But baby, I know all your friends?” Shit. There were moments where you could come up with an immediate little while lie, but the pressure to keep up was getting to you which is why you took a while to answer, your mind desperately running to seek one again whilst looking at them both. “It’s - it’s just that I met him when I was away.” You managed to say. 

Jungkook pursed his lips, no doubt feeling awkward by what was in front of him. “I didn’t know you were married.” 

Great, add more to the fire. Why don’t you?

“Yeah.” Jin smiled proudly. “We have been, for two years.” Jungkook’s mouth gaped open slightly, eyeing you with fault. There was no doubt he now saw you as a conniving cheater to a man who clearly cherished the ground you walked on. 

“Right.” He nodded, “I forgot. Married. Well uh, congratulations on your… baby. How far along are you?” 

“Six months.” You blurted, hoping he wouldn't catch on. Jin chuckled, “Pregnancy brain. She’s eight months, almost there. We can’t wait to meet our baby girl!.”

“A girl. Wow.” Jungkook breathed, all the blood from his face gone and replaced with pale cheeks. “Is there any way I could keep in contact with you? Uh - just so I could gift the baby something. My sister had a baby and has a ton of clothes.” 

He didn’t have a sister. 

“That won’t be necessary. Thank you Jungkook, but I really have to pee. Goodbye.” You took a hold of Jin’s arm, wheeling the shopping cart to the register. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me about him?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. It just didn't cross my mind. Let’s just pay, okay?” You turned around, taking the groceries out of the cart whilst trying to ignore his darkened stare.

He didn’t speak when the groceries were bagged and he wheeled them out, placing them in the trunk. There was clearly something wrong and it made your heart pound. For once since you were taken against your will, he was quiet. Serious. No longer the happy and rejuvenated man. When he’d take you on an outing, his hand usually sat on top of your thigh or caressing your swollen belly. But now, both his hands were tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, his face stoic.

When you arrived home, Eunbi’s car was missing, thankfully, probably ruining somebody else’s life. He opened the door to the vehicle, giving you a hand because you no longer could get inside or outside without help, your belly round and in the way. He helped, but moved away as he gathered what you had bought, opening the door to his home once he did. It was a surprise when he spoke when you were taking off your coat.

“Did you sleep with him?” Came his voice, low, on the verge of breaking, looking at you with an expression that was pure heartbreak.

“What?” You managed to say. How could you lie when it clearly was the truth? Jungkook was the father of the son you were expecting. “Of course not.”

“Tell me the truth, please.”

“No, of course -“

“Don’t - don’t fucking lie to me! I saw the way he looked at you. It’s the way… I look at you. Don’t lie to me, please.” There was a hesitance to your steps when you decided to approach him, placing your hands on his cold, smooth cheeks. “I promise you.” You breathed. “I didn’t sleep with him. He had… something for me, but nothing happened. I - I couldn't forget you. I could never. I. Love. You. Only you.” Your lips brushed against his motionless lips, still so stubborn. That was another thing that you learned about him - his intense stubbornness. Tears fell fastly out of his eyes, but you were there to capture them as they disintegrated into your hands. He kissed you deeply and fast, taking off his coat in a hurry to press against you again. You wanted him, desperately. It was not a lie that the man kissing you like a man starved was incredibly handsome, almost unbelievably so. Maybe it was the hormones, or… you, but you couldn’t find it in you to stop, taking off his shirt as he gently walked you backwards into his bedroom and laid you on the bed you learned to call yours. When he undressed you, he breathed against your lips before trailing down, pecking your chest and your belly, his eyebrows furrowing when he opened his eyes and focused on the scar just above your hip bone, pale and jagged. He chose to ignore it, looking up at you with gentle, darkened eyes, surprising you when he ripped your panties into two and dove in. 

You gasped, fisting the sheets. You should've known Seokjin was a gifted lover. He proved it time and time again with his acts of love, but this - this was different. Never had this happened between you two because you never allowed it to happen… until now. He ate as if you were his life source, clinging to your petals whilst moaning against, causing you to whimper from the friction it caused. He unwrapped himself from your thighs before diving in again, but wrapping his hands on yours, never letting go. You came against his lips, his chin and cheeks glimmering from the mess he caused. 

“I love you.” He whispered when he approached you. “Look at you, so full and beautiful with my baby. Gonna keep you like this forever. I promise. Would you like that, honey? Hm, give you another as soon as this one's out?” You desperately nodded, clinging to his lips as he undressed himself. “Lay on your side, beautiful.” Obeying, you did, feeling the way he wrapped himself behind you, caressing your belly with gentle strokes before he took a hold of your leg, entering you. You both immediately moaned, it’d been long for him too, too long maybe. As he thrusted inside, he whispered words of love, gently hammering  before he continued with harsher thrusts that made you groan in pleasure and made your toes curl. It wasn’t long when you both reached euphoria, crying out against the sheets as he filled you deeply, peppering kisses along the back of your neck. 

“I love you Clara.” Seokjin whispered and the euphoria disappeared. 

He was too quiet. He’d glance at you with mischief once in a while as he chopped the vegetables he’d taken out of the fridge, sipping from the glass that sat on the countertop. “You’re really not going to tell me what this surprise of yours is?” You grumbled, annoyed that he made you sit on a chair from the kitchen table to watch him cook. He loved it, sometimes too much to the point where he’d make enough to fill a banquet table. “Nope.” He shook his head. “You’re just going to have to sit there and wait patiently. I promise it’s coming soon.” 

It was moments later when the bell rang once and then again causing Jin to hum, untying the pink apron from around his waist and gently placing it on the island counter, giving the top of your forehead a peck before he made his way to the front door. “Clara?” He called. 

You groaned as you stood, a hand on your belly as you waddled, genuinely curious to know what he had in store. It took you by surprise when a man and a woman stood before you, Seokjin grinning from ear to ear, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“Clara?” The woman questioned, eyeing from head to toe, whilst the man looked at you both with bewilderment. They knew Clara, the real Clara. It was obvious by the way the man seemed sickened by the way he looked at you and Seokjin, his wife, clearly confused by the sight in front of her.

You gulped, on the verge of tears. “Baby?” Jin’s smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” He cooed, cupping your cheek on his hand. “I thought bringing your parents over would make you happier. I - I don’t understand.”

Nothing lasts forever. For a moment you finally breathed, maybe because you felt a sense of victory when you knew Seokjin was finally going to learn the truth, but yet you feared because despite Eunbi not being in the room, your life as well as your child’s was on the line. 

The man - Clara’s father took a step forward, concern clear on his face. “Seokjin, you - you think this is Clara?” He said, slowly. 

Jin looked at them both and then at you, chuckling once. “What?” 

“Seokjin.” Clara’s mother spoke for the first time, looking at you with unfallen tears. “She’s not Clara. What kind of sick joke is this?” She was angry, spouting with pain that you felt deeply. You’d never seen their daughter, no doubt Eunbis’ doing: there wasn’t a picture of her anywhere around the home, but yet you knew there was probably a bit of a resemblance towards the dead woman - otherwise Jin wouldn’t have taken such a liking to you and mistaken you for her. There wasn’t a doubt that her parents felt the same way, on the verge of tears as they looked at you. 

Jin remained stubborn. “What are you talking about?” 

For once, you found your voice, the fear no doubt finding a way through. “You have to leave. Now.” You gritted, frightful that Eunbi would walk through and see that her plan had finally failed - that you failed. Wanting to walk them both out, you took a hold of Claras’ mother, but she slipped from your grasp, immediately facing you. “You’re an imposter! Jin she isn’t Clara! Can’t you see? Look at her, look at her! She isn’t my daughter! This is my daughter.” She tapped at her phone that she’d taken out in a hurry, awakening the lockscreen where Clara, the real Clara smiled beautifully. “How could you do this!” She cried as her husband held her back, her knees wobbling from every step she attempted to take your way. 

Jin’s head bowed, eyes widening as his lips quivered, shaking his head in denial. You stood at his side, but not too close, feeling like an animal that was cornered against the wall, definitely not ready for the slaughter. You’d become her parents' enemies, believing you to be a deceiver who took advantage of a man with nothing to lose. “Please, you don’t understand, I was forced to! I didn’t have a choice!” You cried with her, unaware of the presence that lingered behind the wall, gun on her hand and ready to strike. Eunbi sighed, making up her mind. There was nothing money couldn’t fix. 

She strode in silence, and you barely managed to shriek before she stood behind Clara’s parents, the gun in her hand raised, and without hesitance, firing twice. 

Your screams were endless, unable to look away from the two bodies on the ground. Jin remained standing, his body shaking from the sight before him and no doubt from the revelation that you weren’t the wife he loved and adored. 

“Now, darling, did anyone ever tell you nobody likes a squealer?”

You didn’t know how long you stared at the wall for: unthinking, numb. It was tough to drown out the sound of scuffling before the dragging of - it was too much too bear. You annoyed Eunbi with your yells, 

You cried… you think, vomiting what you’d eaten in the morning all through your lap after Eunbi dragged you into a room above, locking the door behind. 

There was no strength in fighting back. Not anymore.

The smell became too much after a while and so you gathered perseverance enough to stand and bathe, almost thinking of peacefully dunking your head under the water and ending your misery. But your child kicked at your ribs and you cried once more. After the bath, you filled the tub with water again, harshly scrubbing at your clothes to get rid of the disgusting stench. It seemed to work, wrapping a towel around your body as you spread them against a dresser before laying down on the cold bed and closing your eyes.

Exhausted, you slept, your body jumping from the loud knock on the door. “Come out.” Her voice sounded. Rain pattered against the window, when it wasn’t moments before, and so you figured the day passed and another one came. In a rush you dressed, the clothes a bit damp from the night before. When Eunbi opened the door, you whimpered. “What are you going to do to me?” 

She licked her lips, rolling her eyes. “Nothing, believe me. You were of great use to me, and you might continue to be.” Sniffling, she took a hold of your arm walking you towards the nursery where Jin sat in waiting, his hair disheveled and his eyes red and swollen. When you entered, Eunbi shut the door gently. 

He spoke, hoarsely whilst looking at you. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” He huffed, “Maybe I wasn’t, but I didn’t care. You were everything to me.” 

“My mother told me everything. What she forced you to do. I’m sorry.” Jin shuttered. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt - for others to get hurt. It wasn’t my intention, but I just missed them so much.” You came to him, offering your hand in comfort. He accepted it, wrapping your hands together.

“We have to do something. We - we have to get out of here. Please, Jin. I’ll never talk if that’s what you want me to do, you’ll never see me -“

“I thought about that. Believe me, I did, but despite everything I can’t leave her. She’s my mother. I love her. And you? I thought of giving you money, to leave and never talk about this again, but I couldn’t. My mother made me see the truth. I can live in misery again, or I could spend it with you. I got a second chance - we can have a second chance, can’t you see? I’ve grown to love you and the baby inside of you. We can be happy.” He was desperate, clinging to your hands as he looked up at you. You tried to move, but  his grip was harsh, and unrelenting. 

He stood, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks into his hands. “I can make you happy, I know it, we just - you just have to try. I know it’ll be difficult, but I promise I can make you so happy, I love you, I love you - I love you so so much.” His lips touched yours, but you groaned, crying, trying to push him away. 

“No!” You cried, “No, no you don’t Jin, you’re in shock, and I want you to let me go, I want to go home! I don’t love you, I want nothing to do with you, you have to understand that.” He shook his head frantically. “You can’t leave me, you have my baby, you’re carrying my baby for fucks sake!” His hands wrapped around your arms, shaking you with anger that you’d never seen before. It frightened you, making you want to shrivel up and hide from his terrifying voice and eyes. He repeated his words, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. 

“You’re fucking crazy! Let me go! Let me go Seokjin, now!” You fought against his hold, but you should have known, he’d proven time and time again he was stronger.

“No! I will never let you go!” Your back brutally met the wall when he pushed you against it, uncaring of your state, his crazed frenzy not allowing him to think straight. He no longer cried, looking at you with a determined gaze. “You're mine just as much as I am yours. Don’t call me crazy when all I want is to keep our family together. That baby inside of you is mine. You're my wife. And we’re going to be happy together whether you want it to or not. I can make you happy, or I can make both of our lives miserable. Don’t make me the bad guy, baby. I can give you the life you had before or I can tie you to the bed for the rest of your lifetime because I’ll do it, you know I will. I will never let you see the light of day.”

He cooed when you weakly pushed him away, starting to sob. Eunbi had dug her claws in so deep. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree. He embraced you, muttering words you couldn’t comprehend. “Your my wife, and good wife’s listen to their husbands, yeah? We’re going to be happy, I promise. It’s you and I, baby for the rest of forever.”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 21 - Amazon Position]

Pairing: Good Boy!Seokjin x GFD!Reader

Kinks: protected vaginal sex, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms, praise, nippleplay & sucking, sensory deprivation, handjob, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (m.receiving), Jinnie being a whiney mess, giggly aftercare

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: i feel like irl!jinnie is actually into getting folded in half during sex, he gives me those vibes. and i am loving that he does fnadsf. also the domestic softness in this has me swooning omfg have fun besties 🖤

Seokjin lifts his head from between your legs, brown hair ruffled and puffy lips drenched in your sweetness. He is breathing heavily, fingers groping the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Fucking hell”, you get out and sigh, rolling your head to the side in exhaustion. Your head is pounding and your pussy is throbbing as a result of your orgasm dying down slowly.

“One more?” he asks, eyes glued to your puffy, wet lips and tongue aching for another taste of them.

“Just…” you spread your legs further, “...don't ask, do it.”

Seokjin goes down on you with a moan, eyes falling closed in bliss and fingers slipping back inside just to curl right against your g-spot. It is so swollen and sensitive already, courtesy of the five orgasms he has tickled out of you by now. Number six is very well on its way and knowing your terribly hot boyfriend, it won’t be the last of this morning.

“Mhhhm fucking hell”, you groan, chasing him just as much as you are fleeing him. You love and hate this. You are in heaven and hell. Your clit is so incredibly sensitive that even just the slightest touch of his tongue makes you flinch and yet you don’t want him to stop. Riding on overstimulation is so goddamn addicting with Seokjin.

Seokjin soothes you with soft kisses each time you flinch, slowing down his tempo until your thighs stop trembling and your tummy stops clenching. And only then he begins anew, dancing his warm tongue over your clit while his fingers move against your g-spot. 

Seokjin woke up horny today. He couldn’t even deny it with the huge morning wood he was sporting. Now bear in mind, Seokjin is sporting a proud boner on most mornings, but today it was of horny nature and not just a simple natural reaction. You decided to wear the socks he got for you for your anniversary last week and you looked so goddamn sexy in them that Seokjin couldn’t help but ask you in his sweetest voice if he could have you. You said yes of course because Seokjin is incredible in whatever he does in bed and you were horny yourself. No particular reason other than that you are dating the most handsome and sexiest man in history and his slightly raspy morning voice did way too many things to you. 

So one hour later, here you were. Short five orgasms, close to your sixth and with your naked body sticky in sweat. Seokjin climaxed too. Just once – for now – as a result of rutting against the mattress too much and rubbing himself sensitive. Not that this stopped him from continuing to grind, hips chasing the friction of the sheets as his mouth continued to please you. The sheets will never compare to your pussy, but he has soaked them so much already that they come pretty close. Wet, warm, soft. Just like your pussy if he fantasised hard enough. 

“Okay fuck, baby you’re making-”, a gasp, “cum.”

Seokjin swirls his tongue and gives you a throaty mewl, sending vibrations through you. It is enough to send you over the edge.

You moan and crumble under his tongue, covering his pretty face in a new layer of your juices. You can feel it everywhere. From the tips of your toes to the top of your head, trembling like crazy. Seriously, Seokjin gives the best goddamn orgasms. Without a doubt.

Seokjin slurps hungrily, moaning right with you as you shake in bliss. He loves making you cum. It’s so sexy to him.

You come down with a gentle tug at his hair, making him lift his head. There you are. Once again with a pounding head and a throbbing pussy. 

“One more?” he asks, eyes sparkly and glued to your soaked core.

“Give me a second”, you croak, seeing nothing but blurriness and hearing the blood rush in your ears, "jesus fuck."

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just…phew”, you say and exhale loudly.

Seokjin chuckles, kissing a path up your body until he can nuzzle into your neck. Like this, his hard cock is rubbing right against your inner thigh. Wet and covered in his creamy cum, it leaves marks of his desperation on your skin. 

“Did I do good?” he asks. 

“Yes, you did amazing”, you say, running your finger through his soft hair even if moving any inch of your body is hard.

“You always taste so good. I'm so happy”, he says, kissing your jawline, “and horny”, he adds in a whisper, mewling softly as he grinds his cock against you.

“I can feel that, yeah”, you say in a chuckle.

"It hurts", he whimpers, circling his hips. His cock is so goddamn leaky, soaking your skin oh so well. It’s adorable, really.

"Aww poor boy", you coo, "should we do something about that, mhm?”

“Yes, please”, he whispers, “I already came once.”

“I know. You’re cleaning the sheets, I'm telling you.”

He snickers, “okay, okay. I will.”

Seokjin lifts his head from your neck, eyes locking with yours. You look droopy yet happy, giving him a fond smile.

He retorts it, cheeks puffing out cutely.

“Do you want to lie down for it?” you ask him, reaching up just to pinch his cheeks gently. They are so soft and squishy, deserving of one more gentle pinch.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it”, he says.

“Of course I am. Go on sweets, lie down for me.”

Seokjin follows happily, wiggling to get as comfortable as possible. His head is propped up on two soft pillows, his hands are resting on his tummy and his pretty eyes are glued to your face.

“Are you comfy?” you ask him.

Seokjin nods his head, “are you comfy too?”

“Yes, very”, you say, sitting next to his body. You place your hand on his tummy, making his hands slip to the side to make space for you, “you’re so handsome”, you praise, caressing his skin right above his belly button.

His ears are rosy in an instant, eyes lowering shyly.

“Thank you”, he mumbles, hiding his face behind his hands afterwards.

“You’re so cute, look at your ears turning red”, you tease lovingly, knowing very well that you can do that with your boyfriend.

Seokjin merely whines and wiggles from side to side, “don’t say that. You know they get red when attention’s on me.”

You chuckle, “I know, it’s cute. I like it a lot”, you say, giving his side a little pinch before trailing your touch up his torso.

Seokjin sighs, keeping his hands on his eyes for whatever reason. You don’t find it necessary to ask. You know your boyfriend well enough to know that it was mostly for pleasure reasons. Seokjin loves to deprive himself of his vision whenever you touch him, he says that it helps him really take in how good it feels. He also looks incredibly cute like that. Pink lips all parted in bliss and cheeks just slightly squished under his hands.

“Does that feel nice?” you ask him, tracing his pecs.

“Yes, it’s really nice”, he answers you, chasing you with a slight arch of his back. His skin is burning up, your touch feels electric.

You guide the touch to his nipples, eliciting a gasp from him even before you could touch him. He is so excited. He never told you, but his nipples are really sensitive. Not that he had to tell you, Seokjin is so obvious about how good it feels to him, always squirming and wiggling for you.

This morning is no different. With nothing but a mere brush of your fingers, you force a loud moan out of him and for his hips to squirm. His nipples harden instantly, looking oh so desperate for attention.

“Sensitive”, Seokjin whispers shakily, squeezing his hands against his eyes to stop himself from peeking. Only blinding himself to what you are doing, helps him fall into the intensity of the touch. And as much as he would love to lessen some of that unbearable burning of bliss by peeking, he can’t. He shouldn’t make it easier for himself, because Seokjin loves nothing more than being swallowed whole by the fire.

“I know. They’re really swollen”, you say, taking them between two of your fingers to massage them slowly, "and oh so hard. I love that, sweets. You’re such a good boy."

Seokjin arches his back and moans, “please.”

“Please what Jinnie?”

“I, I don’t know. Don’t stop, please or, or oh god, I don’t know”, he babbles, making you smile fondly.

He is so cute when you turn his brain all mushy from pleasure. You lower yourself to peck his lips just once.

“I’m not gonna stop, love” you promise in the softest voice, stealing another kiss because he is so addicting. The taste of you lingers on his lips, making the kiss all the more amazing. His lips are so soft and puffy from all the head he has been giving you, feeling even better than they normally do. His hands slip from his eyes just to hold you, resting on the back of your neck while his fingers dig into your skin gently.

And while you kiss him like it was your only purpose, your fingers continue tracing his nipples, sending a constant stream of warmth through his body. Seokjin feels so safe with you. So goddamn safe.

Soon your left hand abandons his chest, taking on the journey down his torso. He doesn’t mind your changing touch, falling into the sensations happily.

The kiss barely breaks, lips staying so close while shaky intakes of breath swirl against them.

“How's that?” you ask him, dancing your fingers down his happy trail to reach his cock.

Seokjin opens his legs before you can even as much as slip between them, sighing your name in a desperate attempt to get you to keep going. He really, really wants your touch. His cock is so hard and so sensitive and so needy for your warmth. The sheets weren’t enough, he needs you.

You wrap your fingers around the base of him and run them up his shaft slowly.

“Don't stop please”, Seokjin begs instantly, chasing you with needy rolls of his hips. 

“I haven’t even started. God, you’re so needy”, you say with fond amusement in your voice, lifting your head to study his face. 

His eyes are closed, lips parted and brows furrowed in bliss. 

You touch his tip.

His brows shoot up, a moan slips past his lips. 

You roll your thumb over his frenulum. 

Seokjin rolls his head to the side and throws his hand back over his eyes.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs quietly, gasping for air between his moans. 

“You're so cute”, you whisper, heart feeling like bursting in fondness, “and your cock’s so, so hard. Wow Jinnie, it’s like you never even had an orgasm”, you say, jerking off his entire length in a slow and steady rhythm. 

“I'm so sensitive”, he confesses and whimpers. 

“Gosh, you are? But Jinnie baby, can I even ride you like this?”

Seokjin peels his eyes open, gazing at you. He blinks droopily, licking his lips.

“R-ride?” he stutters.

“Mh-hm. Ride”, you nod your head, paying special attention to his leaking slit. Seokjin squeezes his hand back onto his eyes and mewls softly, hips squirming desperately. “I wanna ride you, make you mine like that.”

“Oh god, that’s so hot”, Seokjin whines, seeking your closeness. He buries his face in your tits, lips wrapping around your nipple just to suck it desperately. It was such a natural reaction to him. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he is seeking you to find comfort through you. Seokjin’s done this a million times before and yet it never becomes boring. 

Shivers run down your spine, thighs rubbing together in search for friction. His mouth feels so warm and wet, the sucking is so gentle yet intense. You are so horny, it is like he never even made you cum six times. Truly, your boyfriend is the best menace in your life.

You reward him by adding slight pressure to your movements, hand gliding up and down his cock smoothly. His skin is seriously so hot, his poor balls look oh so swollen. They throb when you touch them, forcing Seokjin to bite your nipple involuntary.

“Oh?” you chuckle, “careful baby, your teeth.

“Oh god”, he breaks away just to hide away, “fuck me. Please.”

“Mhm?”

“Fuck me please.”

“I didn’t understand”, you taunt, massaging his heavy balls.

“Fuck me”, Seokjin croaks, looking up at you with glassy eyes, “please.”

“You're so fucking adorable”, you rasp, gripping his chin between your fingers, “I'll fuck you so goddamn well, baby.”

Seokjin gulps, cock throbbing desperately. He can’t wait. All he wants, needs, craves is your pussy. 

“Lay on your back, I'm getting the condom”, you order him lovingly, letting go of his cock even if this makes him whine. 

He is already waiting for you when you turn back to him. 

“There we go”, you say, handing him the condom.

“Thank you”, he says, accepting it. 

You sit next to him and watch him work, playing with the bottle of lube you also took with you just in case.

“Do you have any wishes for how you wanna do it?” you ask him. 

“Not really. Do you feel comfortable riding me?” he asks, working diligently to get the condom out of its packaging.

“Yes, I’m comfortable. I just don’t know if I wanna do it like we normally do it. I don’t feel like it today.”

“Yeah? That’s okay. Wanna do it reverse?”

You follow his hand as it rolls the condom on, eyes completely mesmerised.

“No, I don’t really feel like that either.”

“So how do you want to do it? Sideways?”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. Seokjin snickers boyishly.

“That's stupid, you’re stupid”, you poke his tummy, “I thought of maybe, I don’t know, folding you in half.”

“Huh?” Seokjin gasps, staring at you with widened eyes, “folding me in half?”

“Yeah, like take your legs and bend them and then sit on your cock like that.”

“Okay why can I not imagine what you mean and why am I still turned on by it?” he asks, making you laugh.

“Because you think I’m hot?”

“Yeah. Oh big yes”, he nods his head vigorously.

You grin and climb between his legs now that the condom is sitting neatly around his cock. Seokjin lets you do your thing, propped up on his elbows and eyes watching you curiously.

You place your hand on his thighs, massaging them gently.

“Lie down.”

Seokjin plops into the pillows.

“Good boy. Relax”, you say to which he nods his head in compliance. You take his legs and lift them, bending them by their knees.

“Hot”, he croaks, breathing heavily.

“Yeah right? And now I gotta spread you”, you say and spread his legs.

Seokjin inhales sharply, feeling oh so exposed and vulnerable.

“Don't look at my ass though”, he says.

“Why?” you say, eyes flitting down.

“I said don’t look”, he whines, trying and failing to lower his legs because before he could, you stopped him.

“Holy fuck, look at your little hole”, you gasp, pupils dilating like crazy, “it's so exposed in this position”, you say, slipping your finger to it to trace it.

“A-ah”, Seokjin moans, eyelids fluttering in bliss and thighs trying their hardest to rub together. Your touch is so soft, but feels so intense. Attention to his hole always sweeps him off his feet. Each and every time, he forgets how sensitive he is and then you remind him and Seokjin feels like screaming. 

“It's so pretty. You’ve got such a pretty hole, Jinnie. Oh so pretty”, you praise, lowering yourself for one single lick. 

“Okay fuck”, Seokjin drops his head, arching his back, “if, if we're doing t-that now, please g-give me a moment”, he stutters, clenching his rim desperately. 

“Don't worry”, you whisper, kissing it softly, “I'm still gonna ride you. I just wanted to remind you what I could do to you if only I wanted to.”

“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he laughs breathily, “oh god please fuck me, please.”

“Look at you being needy now. And you wanted to whine about having your hole exposed”, you tease, standing up to position yourself above him. 

"I'm shy, you know me", he mumbles with a pout.

"Yeah, I know. You cutie."

You abandon his legs to grab his cock and align it with your pussy. Seokjin is such a good boy that he keeps his legs the way you want them to be. So busying yourself with his cock is an easy task.

Seokjin is watching the whole scene unfold with his breath held, heart racing like crazy. The sensation of your lick still lingers on his hole and now you are spreading lube on his cock. Seokjin wants to melt into a puddle of pleasure because of it.

“There we go, now you’re all slippery”, you say, placing the lube aside. You position yourself back atop of him, placing your left hand on the back of his thigh and using your right to hold his cock, “ready?”

“So ready”, he says, nodding his head vigorously.

“Okay. Here I come”, you joke, lowering yourself slowly.

You lock eyes in shock, hands reaching for the other instantly. Your fingers intertwine so tightly.

“Okay holy shit”, you whisper, “how are you doing?”

“Good”, he croaks, “oh god”, he drops his head and covers his eyes with his unoccupied hand.

“That’s so hot. It’s seriously so hot”, you pant, bottoming out. You place your other hand on his thigh and use the support to begin your movements. Up and down on his perfect cock, feeling him oh so deep inside you.

“Oh god, oh god, oh darling”, he babbles, curling his toes and rolling his ankles repeatedly.

“It’s good, right?”

“Fucking amazing”, Seokjin moans, squeezing your hand.

You really want to close your eyes because it feels so good, but you don’t. It would be a crime to miss out on how pretty he looks. All folded in half, legs bend, cheeks flushed and hair messy. Seokjin’s so goddamn pretty when you’re on top and he is even prettier when you can bend him into little shapes.

“Don’t wanna stop, you’re so fucking pretty”, you moan, caressing his thighs as your hips dance to a passionate melody. Your bodies meet in loud noises, the lube and your juices sound so wet and nasty, the bed frame croaks each time you let yourself drop on him. You must remember to fix it today. It has been croaking for two weeks now and each and every time you swear to fix it only to get your brain completely scrambled by him and forgetting all about it again.

“Remind me to fix the bed today”, you say.

“You’re thinking about that right now?” he almost whines the words, squirming beneath you so deliciously.

You laugh and moan, “no”, you drop your head, shaking it tiredly, “no, just thinking ‘bout your cock. It’s the best cock.”

“It’s yours”, he croaks, “it’s your cock.”

“Yeah that’s right, my cock. My pretty cock”, you rasp, trembling in bliss, “fuck Jinnie, you feel so good”, you say, speeding up your hips and making Seokjin moan the most devastating moan ever.

You don’t even mind the croaking of the bed anymore. Not when he sounds so good and feels even better. Let the bed croak, at least that means that you’re fucking him the way he’s supposed to be fucked. Fast and deep. Your pretty boy deserves only the best.

Mornings like today are the best. They seriously are the goddamn best. You plan on making him breakfast later, while Seokjin plans to do the same for you. You also plan on smothering him in kisses for ages while he plans on kissing your feet in gratefulness for introducing him to this position.

He can go so deep that way, cock shifting inside the warmest parts of you. He also loves how you fold him. His lower back gets a gentle stretch in this position, his thighs feel so tense from holding his legs up. His butt….

“Ah wait”, he gasps.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, slowing down your movements.

“Butt cramp. Oh god, butt cramp. Help”, he groans and yelps dramatically.

“Oh dear, wait”, you stumble off of him to allow him to stretch his legs out.

Seokjin does so instantly, rubbing his cramping buttock whilst whining loudly.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Yeah, urgh”, he groans, giving his butt a soft spank, “I’m fine, just got a cramp.”

You snicker, “I’m sorry, but this is so funny.”

“Yeah, yeah laugh about my pain all you want”, he pouts.

“Gosh, I’m sorry. Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, placing your hand on his butt to rub it gently.

“Yeah”, he huffs out air, “just a little upset that we had to stop.”

“Yeah, same. Stupid cramp”, you chuckle, “I mean, we can still continue if you want to.”

Seokjin gives you a boyish look and nods his head.

“Can we try it in reverse?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Like this”, Seokjin sits up and grabs a pillow. He turns on the mattress, lying down with his head facing the foot end of the bed. He lifts his legs back into position, looking at you through them, “just like this and then you slip down with your butt facing me and you can hold onto the headboard.”

“Yeah sure, that’s really hot. Are you sure that your butt can withstand it?” you tease.

“I’ll bully you too next time you get a cramp”, he mumbles with a pout, “remember when your leg cramped when you pegged me in the shower? Yeah who’s laughing now?”

You snicker, “gosh you’re so adorable”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes shyly.

You reach for the bottle of lube to smother his cock in a new layer of it. Seokjin sighs in reaction, eyes going from shy to terribly droopy. Once done, you position yourself atop of him again, showing off your butt.

“Wow, you’re so sexy”, Seokjin gasps, eyes widened in complete awe.

“Yeah? Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your butt just for him.

“I love it so much. Oh god, my cock’s so hard”, he whines, “please hurry up.”

"I am."

You wrap your fingers around his cock, aligning it with your dripping pussy. With one expert move, you sink back down on him, using the headboard for support.

“How's that?” you ask him, voice trembling because his cock curves so nicely like that. It feels so nice to sink back into the sensation. Warm and oh so intense.

“Good”, Seokjin croaks, “please don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t”, you say, finally moving up and down again. Slow for now to get your bodies used to the new sensations.

The position enables way easier movements than when you were facing him. Like this you can arch your back and really grind your pussy on his cock. It is also kinda hot to deprive yourself of his face, it makes the sounds he makes all the more delicious. 

“That's so fucking good, baby. Your cock’s so goddamn deep like that”, you lull, riding on the surge of warmth only he can make you feel.

“I don't wanna stop, please don't stop”, Seokjin begs with his head dizzy. You have no idea what kind of view he currently has. You seriously have no fucking idea just how hypnotised you’ve got him. Your sexy ass is jiggling each time you slam your hips down on him and your wet pussy is moving around his cock. Seokjin swears he's never had a sexier view, tearing up because he refuses to blink in order not to miss even a second of it.

“So pretty”, you rasp, eyes glued to something completely different. His hole, all exposed and looking oh so empty. You place your finger against it, eliciting a throat moan from him.

“Don't stop please...”

You outline it with your fingertip, pussy dripping down his cock in arousal. 

“Please”, he whimpers, eyelids fluttering in bliss. He feels on fire. This is way too good.

“Shit baby, your hole looks so pretty. Wanna stuff my finger in there”, you say.

“Please do it, please”, he begs, squirming under you needily.

The lube is running down his middle, covering not only his balls but also his hole. You gather more of it, spreading it on his soft rim. You could actually do it. With a fluttering heart, you dare to put pressure on his hole.

“Fuck”, Seokjin presses out, “fuck please more.”

“That’s so hot”, you murmur, putting more pressure.

His hole opens up, swallowing your finger to its first knuckle. Seokjin makes the neediest sound ever, cock throbbing inside your dripping pussy.

“That’s so nice, isn’t it?” you speak softly, pushing more of your digit inside.

“So nice…fuck oh god”, Seokjin moans, rolling his ankles while his fingers dig into his own thighs for support. The stretch is so intense. Not because your finger is way too big, but because you’ve got him so good this morning. Every inch of his body is so sensitive. Seokjin can barely handle the sensations of having your finger plug him up. Especially not when your wet pussy is bouncing on his cock like that.

You bottom out and curl it.

“There?” you ask him.

“Left, little to the left”, he pants.

You fix your position and curl your finger again.

“Ther-“, you can’t even finish your sentence and Seokjin already interrupts you with the loudest, most desperate moan ever. Jackpot.

“P-please, p-please”, he begs, clenching around you desperately.

“There we go. You’re such a good boy”, you praise, speeding up your hips again. His cock is so much harder ever since you started fingering his ass. You love the stretch he gives you, chasing the electric tingles with eager hips.

He is so warm inside. So warm and soft. And oh so tight, walls clenching around your finger each time you grind your fingertip against his prostate.

You know that he won’t be able to hold out for long anymore. Not only is his cock sensitive, but assplay always gets him way too needy. You tense your abs to keep yourself upright and slip your hand from the headboard to touch your own clit. Just a little help. You are so close yourself, you just need that little extra push.

“Oh god, what are you doing?” Seokjin croaks, feeling your tense around him.

“Playing with my clit”, you sigh, “feels so good Jinnie, love fucking you so much.”

“Holy shit, that’s so hot”, he presses out under his breath, throbbing inside you, “I’m so close.”

“I know baby, I know. Me too”, you lull, “keep breathing baby, I’m almost there.”

Seokjin tries to follow your orders, letting out the shakiest breaths ever. His hand is pressed back onto his eyes, blinding him to the room. His palm feels sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. All he minds is the intense pressure against his prostate and your tight pussy around his cock.

“Almost there baby, fuck I’m almost there”, you chant, hips stuttering and finger pressing together against your clit.

“Can I cum when you cum? Please I, I don’t think I can stop myself”, he pleads, voice squeaky and weak.

“Yes baby, but wait for me yeah?”

“Yeah, yes. I-I’ll wait”, he stutters, “oh god, your pussy’s so good.”

“Your cock’s so good too”, you say with struggle in your voice, “fuck okay, Jinnie I think I’m gonna cum.”

Seokjin moans, clenching around your digit in excitement. Just one more curl of your finger and he’ll follow right after you. His prostate is so sensitive, his cock burns from holding back.

“O-okay now. Fuck now Jin-“ your voice cuts off as a loud moan shakes through you as you orgasm right around his perfect cock.

You somehow manage to press your finger right against his prostate with such rough intensity that Seokjin climaxes way harder than he thought he would. Truly for a moment, he feared that he might throw you off. If you weren’t bouncing on him like a mad woman, chasing your own soul crushing high, he probably would have.

You come down together. You barely manage to slip off his cock before your body collapses in exhaustion. You drop right next to him, laying belly first and cheek squished on the mattress. You feel dead.

Seokjin feels the same, feeling oh so far away from his body as he is trying to catch his breath.

“Well damn”, you mumble.

“Yeah”, he agrees.

“My pussy’s still throbbing.”

Seokjin laughs tiredly, rolling his head to the side to look at you. All he can see is your butt and legs.

“I would say same, but I don’t have a pussy.”

You snort ungracefully, craning your neck to be able to look at him. Your eyes meet, cracking both of you up. You laugh loudly and wholeheartedly, reaching for each other as best as possible. Your fingers barely manage to intertwine but it is still enough to make you feel oh so connected with each other.

“This was seriously so much fun”, you say.

“Yeah, it was”, he says and smiles brightly, “we have to do this again someday.”

“Yeah totally. Without the butt cramp though.”

Seokjin snickers, “why? I thought that was the best part”, he jokes, making you chuckle loudly.

[back2bluesidex]

✨Membership Exclusive Masterlist✨

Hello, everyone! This is Nika.

This masterlist is specially designed to introduce the membership exclusive stories that I will only be posting on my Patreon page. These stories have nothing to do with the works I have posted here (and I will keep posting here so don't worry) on tumblr, so there is no pressure of subscribing.

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Key: A - Angst, F - Fluff, S - SMUT, D - Dark

Kim Namjoon

Oneshots/Twoshots

Nothing yet.

Series

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Drabbles

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Kim Seokjin

Oneshots/Twoshots

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Series

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Drabbles

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Min Yoongi

Oneshots/Twoshots

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Series

1. Words That Are Unsaid [A, S, F] [Completed]

Summary: In public eyes Min Yoongi aka Augst D is a member of an award winning Rap Trio, a notorious casanova who is embroiled in at least 4 dating rumors a year and a rude jerk. But to you, Min Yoongi is that pale skinny trainee, who looked out for you, the rookie you befriended beyond business hours, the handsome twenty-something you fell in love with and now your ex, who you still very much in love with. Breaking news is that he despises you, or at least that's what you think.

Drabbles (On members' requests)

Advantage of Kindness [A, F]

Request: Reader being Namjoon’s best friend, coming out of a long term relationship and started to hang out more with him and the members. Yoongi never really got to know her and was always really quiet when around reader. Basically needs help with his son, who’s still a baby while doing idol schedules. But is hesitate when having people around baby. Reader helps as she’s good with kids and yoongi falls for her.

Jung Hoseok

Oneshots/Twoshots

Nothing yet.

Series

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Drabbles

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Park Jimin

Oneshots/Twoshots

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Series

1. Everything's Fair [S, F, A] (Ongoing)

Summary: Jimin has dated a shit ton of people. He has slept with even more of them, but never once he managed to fall in love. That was until you came into his life and managed to make him go head over heels with just one sight. Umm.. so what if you are his fuck-buddy's new roommate? Everything is fair in love and war.  And Jimin only knows how to win.

Drabbles

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Kim Taehyung

Oneshots/Twoshots

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Series

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Drabbles

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Jeon Jungkook

Oneshots/Twoshots

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Series

1. From Within [A, F, S] [Completed]

Summary: When you fell in love with Jungkook, you wished for your life to turn out as one of those clichéd fairytales, where two best friends fall for each other and live happily ever after. But were you lucky enough? Probably not because you had to watch the man taking vows, kissing the love of his life and promising forever right before your eyes. Unfortunately enough, now you are having to witness him breaking down bit by bit standing at his wife's funeral.

2. To Be Popular [S, Drama] [Ongoing]

Summary: You love everything about social media - apart from the ever-growing number of social media influencers. You don't understand how these people gain followers and admirers just by installing a camera and doing very basic things in front of it. And you despise how some of them can do anything to gain fame, to be popular - even if it includes uploading their bedroom scene in pornsites aka people like Jeon Jungkook. But when your company launches a new product and your department head tasks you with signing Jeon Jungkook up as an endorsement partner - you have no choice but to chase him like the corporate slave that you are. However, things turn worse when you embroil in a dating rumor with him and have to keep the game going for the sake of everything.

Drabbles

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[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 16

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 6.7k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, October 17 (series masterpost here)

He wonders if he’s starting to spiral.

There’s a large stack of paperwork piling up at his desk by the minute, his eyes occasionally flickering over to the long list of emails on his desk and then back to signing a hoard of confirmations that need to be sent out. His schedule is atrociously filled with meetings and the third cup of coffee on his desk has long disappeared. 

Seokjin squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing his temples and letting out a deep sigh. The hours have churned away and it still feels like he hasn't made significant progress, more work somehow emerging before him. 

And the worst part is that he can’t take a minute out to fully process everything, can’t say that he’s just an intern and that this is a new responsibility for him anymore. 

He’s the CEO. And this company is his.

Shaking his head lightly, he resumes back to focusing onto his monitor, irises racking over the emails and his fingertips gliding over the keyboard. 

There’s a soft knock at the door. 

He glances up in surprise, “Come in.” 

A tall man in a black suit appears from behind the look wearing an impassable expression. Seokjin immediately recognizes him as his secretary, the individual responsible for organizing his entire lifestyle. 

“What is it, Secretary Moon?” 

“I had an employee request to meet with the CEO to go over the budget for the latest product.” 

“The budget?” He frowns. He’s already finalized all decisions surrounding it. 

Who would want to bring that up with him?

“I believe it was a representative from Sales and Finance.” The secretary looks down at his clipboard, “Miss Y/N L/N.” 

In an instant, Seokjin’s expression changes. His eyes twinkle, the corners of his lips tugging up. 

He quickly clears his throat, appearing stern. “I see, it must be important. Please direct her to my office when you can.” 

Secretary Moon nods, closing the door as he leaves. The moment he hears it shut, he rises up from his chair, stretching his arms out in a hurry and adjusting his crumpled up suit jacket. 

He fails to notice there’s a giant smile on his lips, excitement practically brimming within his eyes. 

It’s not long before there’s a second knock on his door, an intrigued you peering into his office. 

“Hi.” You smile, entering in and closing the door behind you. “You’re not too busy, right?” 

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, although the pile of paperwork behind him states otherwise. Crossing his arms, he leans against his desk and a playful look sparks in his irises. “Although, I did hear someone wanted to discuss a budget with me…” 

He leans forward, keenly looking at you, “Are you holding a grudge against me or something?” 

You shake your head with a smile at the excuse you had to conjure up. 

“Well, maybe if someone wasn’t so busy when I came to his office, I wouldn’t have asked about it.” 

“Sounds like a very handsome and talented individual.” He cheekily states, much to the roll of your eyes. 

“I came by because I promised you a coffee break,” You explain, “But instead I met that tall man outside of your office.”

“Oh yeah, he’s my newsecretary.” Jin states, “Secretary Moon.” 

Your brows raise, “New secretary?”

“I know right?” He huffs, “Can’t believe I have one of those now.” 

“Well, it’s all part of being CEO.” You point out and Jin rolls his eyes. 

“–and I’m still not used to the sound of that.” 

You chuckle underneath your breath, eyes flickering around. “Your office seems quite nice.” 

It appears expansive and spacious, twice the size of other offices you’ve seen and paired with his own large desk and monitor. 

“It looks really nice from here.” You don’t have a chance to respond when he’s reaching out, grasping onto your hand much to your surprise. 

You’re brought in front of a huge glass window, showcasing all the different parts of the city below you. A soft gasp escapes your lips, and you’re left in complete marvel of the beautiful view. 

“Wow….” 

“Right?” Jin remarks with a smile. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.” 

He leads you away from the window, into a side room that you hadn’t noticed upon arrival. Flickering on the lights, a counter is illuminated before you and on it sits a very familiar machine. 

Your mouth drops open. 

“You have your own coffee machine?!” 

Jin laughs at your exasperation, chest rising and falling. You let out a loud scoff, stepping out of the room with him. 

“Well, this kind of sucks.” You bring up, “Here I was asking you if you wanted a coffee break when you already have your own machine.” 

“I would have still gone with you.” He says with a grin, glancing at his watch. “It is almost time for lunch and there’s a place I wanted to try nearby here.” 

Your eyes flicker, “That sounds like a good idea.” 

“I just need a couple of minutes to wrap up.” He glances back at his pile with a tinge of annoyance. “Just meet me down at reception.” 

You nod in response, watching him stride back over to his desk as you head towards the door. 

The call of your name halts you, and you glance at Jin. 

He smirks, “Good discussion about the budget.” 

You shake your head with a smile as he chuckles, spinning on your heels and yanking open the door. 

***

You wait down on the first floor. 

A couple of minutes pass by and sure enough, Jin appears in a frenzy. He apologizes for the delay, but you shake your head. 

“It seemed like you were getting buried in paperwork.” You bring up, walking alongside him down the street. 

“I was.” He retorts, pushing his hair back. “I’m just relieved to be out of there.” 

“That bad?” You ponder. 

He nods, “It’s never-ending. I finish one task and somehow another one pops up.” 

You hum and he pauses, directing you towards the place he wanted to go. You peer at the shop in curiosity and he shrugs, mumbling that he heard they made pretty good sandwiches. 

He ends up ordering as you search for a table, locating one at the far end. Once the food’s ready, he sits down with you, slumping into his seat. 

A deep exhale leaves him and your brows furrow. 

“How much of a toll is the CEO’ing taking on you?” You pique. 

It’s not difficult to notice that Seokjin looks nothing short of utterly exhausted, despite appearing so put together. 

“Is it that obvious?” A restrained chuckle leaves him, but the concern doesn’t leave your eyes, “It’s not…terrible. I suppose it could be worse.” 

“You know you can take breaks, right?” You mention, “That you don’t have to get through everything.” 

“I know, it’s just a bit complicated.” He looks up at you, “I have control over everything, which gives people the opportunity to criticize me as much as they want.” 

You grimace at that, and he continues, “My only other choice is to get most of the work done quickly, but I have to give out confirmations, consult departments, attend meetings–” He lets out a long exhale, “Which is a lot of work, and the worst part of it all is that I can already see people trying to compare me to the previous CEO.”

Silence ensues and you simply just stare at him. 

For a split-second, you could have sworn that it isn’t Jin sitting in front of you, the reckless intern who had stumbled into the office. Instead, he’s fully disappeared and now the person before you is a man who is the CEO of his own company, attempting his absolute best to fill in the big shoes his father has left.

“I can understand what you mean,” He glances at you, “About the training, how it was enough but there’s just so much to handle.” 

“Exactly.” He simply states, staring down at his sandwich with heavy lids. 

You’ve seen Jin at his absolute worst, his antics of quite literally running away from work and his very vocal opinions about how much he despises the mundaneness of the workplace. You’ve mentored him, tried your hardest to prepare him and luckily, even gotten into Soyou’s good books through the process. 

But in the midst of this all being your job, you know his role isn’t one many can uphold. 

It only serves your desire to speak up. 

“Being CEO…you now have more eyes looking at you, rather than the other way around.” You begin, “But I think it’s always important to trust your own judgement in those types of situations.” 

Jin keenly eyes you, “Running a company can also get...complicated. All the different departments act like important components that need to work together,” Your eyes brighten, “–almost like how you have people at a restaurant trying to work together.” 

You wonder if you hit the nail on the nose too much, but Jin simply nods, understanding your words. 

“Makes sense to me.” 

You softly smile, “I also think it’s really unfair for someone to compare you to your dad’s work, or to already criticize you when you’ve just stepped up as CEO, especially when the company just recovered from a major loss with the recent product launch…” 

You shrug, raising your hands innocently up in defense. 

He has a half-smile at that. 

“All things considered – I knew it was never going to be easy.” Glancing up at you, there’s a stern look in his eyes that you can’t recall ever seeing before, “–but I won’t try to run away or back down, not anymore.” 

It clicks in for you. Since becoming CEO, not only is he more confident, but it’s almost like he has something to prove now, to prove to all those that assumed he wasn’t capable enough. 

As someone that has witnessed all of his progress, you swell with joy and a fond smile spreads across your features. 

“Besides–” His words draw you out of your thoughts, “I’m pretty sure I’ve learned quite a lot from this amazing mentor I had.” 

He cheekily winks, and you snort. “I wonder who that could be?” 

He pretends to be deep in thought, “I think it was someone from Sales and Finance. She helped me a lot, but was always in such awe from how handsome I am.” 

You raise a brow, “Are you sure you aren't remembering that wrong?” 

“I don’t think so.” He innocently says, but it earns a playful roll of your eyes, and he’s soon chuckling, amused by your reaction. 

Taking a quick glance at your watch, both of you resume back to eating your sandwiches. 

“This is really good.” Jin mentions, “I’m definitely going to come back here again.” 

Your eyes flicker, something impassible running behind them. 

“Would you say…it’s an ideal place? For eating out.” 

He answers without much thought, “I think so.” 

“And would you say…the interior is nice? The presentation of the food is good? Or maybe how attentive the staff are?” You innocently inquire. 

A deep frown mars Jin’s features. 

“That’s a lot of questions for a sandwich being good.” He retorts, eyeing you curiously. You blink wide-eyed, laughing a little too uneasily. 

“I’m just curious, that’s all.” 

“Just curious?” He wonders, and you nod immediately. 

“Of course, you always talk about different restaurants you like.” 

Jin stares at you for a moment, making your wide smile grow more nervous by the minute. But then he hums, and you want to let out an audible breath of relief. 

“Well…” He mulls over it, “I guess I tend to like the places that usually have better management. Sometimes they’re just horribly understaffed.” 

You nod, silently noting it, “There’s also the atmosphere they have, like I don’t want to be in a place that’s cramped or only indoors, you know?” “So an appropriate amount of staff and a spacious area, needs options for both indoor and outdoor interior.” You hurriedly mumble and Jin nods. 

“Exactly, oh!” He leans forward, appearing dead serious. You lean forward as well, assuming he had a key point to discuss.

“I just hate it when the food sucks.” 

You laugh, staring at him with a ‘really?’ expression. He points it out right away. 

“What?” 

You shake your head with a grin, “Nothing, it’s just something you would bring up for sure.” 

“Well, I do cook, so I feel like I have some standards.” He mumbles underneath his breath, “The worst is when I feel like I can do a better job than them.” 

“You honestly probably could.” You note, and he dramatically throws his arms up in exasperation.

“See?” 

You smile at that, taking in all input with understanding as he unknowingly rambles. It confirms your suspicions that he had a very specific plan in mind, and it’s far off to say that’s completely undoable. 

After all, it won’t be long until your own plans begin to move forward in action. 

Something is up with you. 

Jin can’t really place his finger on it, but it’s like the voice in the back of his head, nagging at him constantly. 

There’s been moments where he’s strolling by your department, eyes glancing around to see if he can find you and Yoongi nearby – only for the two of you to be whispering to each other, your eyes darting around frantically. 

That’s usually when you catch sight of him, quickly straightening up and giving him a warm smile. 

It draws curiosity out of him, brows furrowing and expression contorting into utter confusion from the exchange. Heck, even Yoongi won’t make eye contact with him and although he’s very well aware that the man is simply too nonchalant at times, he would at least acknowledge him in the past. 

He also can’t forget your abrupt inquiries, questions being thrown around about either his preferences or his mindset on staffing. On a normal occasion, he wouldn’t have minded answering them and gets excited for the chance to speak with you, but coupling it with the odd glances you and Yoongi keep sharing when he appears leaves him a bit…unsettled. 

“What is going on?” He mumbles, crossing his arms and squinting his eyes. You and Yoongi are currently in his view, keeping your heads lowered and voices quiet. 

“Something wrong?” 

Turning around, Namjoon draws closer to him, glancing in the direction his gaze is resting in. 

“It should be nothing–” Jin begins, “but I’m starting to get worried.” 

“About what?” 

“There’s a lot of…. secrecy going on…” He ponders, “–and for some reason, it dies down the moment I show up.” 

“Well, everyone is working hard.” Namjoon points out, “Plus, you’re their CEO now.” 

“Yes, but!” Jin whirls around abruptly, nearly startling Namjoon. “That’s with normal employees, not with ones I’ve personally known.” 

Namjoon fidgets, unsure of how to answer. Jin spins around again, observing his surroundings. 

There was a time the CFO recalls speaking to you about Jin, merely conversing about what you had noted about him during his training and it’s that moment he can remember your exact words. 

“Seokjin is intelligent, Namjoon.” You mention. “More than he probably realizes. Sometimes I really wish he could see it himself.” 

At the time, he had fondly smiled, knowing that you had pinpointed one of Jin’s biggest strengths. However, what he didn’t realize back then was just how much your simple thought was going to spiral into a whole lot of trouble. 

Namjoon darts his eyes over, watching Jin still intently staring at your department. He’s about to tell his friend not to dwindle too much on the thought and to rather focus on his other responsibilities, but that’s when two other employees show up. 

Hoseok and Taehyung emerge, appearing to have been called rather than passing by. And it's when you hurriedly gesture them over, getting them to duck their heads that Jin raises a brow. 

“I know what’s going on.” He suddenly whispers, much to Namjoon’s sheer panic. The CFO wonders if he should just confess, not wanting to create a bigger misunderstanding for his friend. 

Fortunately enough, he doesn’t have to. 

“Namjoon,” Jin stares at him, words firm. “I think I’m being plotted against.” 

Silence echoes between the two. 

The CFO can’t even properly respond, just a mere “What?” spewing out.

“Think about it!” He harshly whispers, “The secrecy, all the questions!” Jin shakes his head, “I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming.” 

You were right. Sometimes Jin doesn’t realize how truly intelligent he is. 

Namjoon stands still, gawking at Jin with the longest face ever. 

It’s a huge understatement to say that you’ve taken on a very easy task. 

And perhaps the worst part of it all – attempting to hide it from Jin. 

“Well?” You whisper to Yoongi, whose gaze is concentrated on the screen in front of him as he watches his inputed numbers spit out an output. 

“I can already see the budget needing to be increased, but it’s doable.” He points to his monitor, tapping it. “Right here, this is how much funding is going to be needed.” 

You peer at the amount, “That isn’t so bad. Might take a while to accumulate the funds, but not as long as I was estimating.” 

Yoongi hums in agreement and you turn to him, “Thank you, I know this was a lot to ask of.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Yoongi replies, “He may be extremely dramatic, but I want the best for him too.” 

You softly smile, wondering how far the days have gone from Yoongi grumbling about being pestered by Jin, to now attempting to help you with the systematics for his restaurant's plans. 

Before you can say anything else, a new voice pitches through. 

“How’s the plans going so far, guys?” Hoseok inquires, with Taehyung following behind him. 

“Pretty good, so far.” You whisper, gesturing for them to get down low. You’ve noticed Jin has been frequenting your department quite a bit, and the last thing you need is to get any suspicions up high. “I consulted Namjoon about it as well, and he told me he would want to invest into the finances, but as long as the permits can get solidified.”

Hoseok nods, “Which means I need you to help me out with the staffing issues.” 

You glance at Taehyung, “Any assistance with the design and branding is appreciated too.” 

“Roger that.” 

Hoseok chuckles, “You’re really something, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re willing to go to this extent.” 

You give him a knowing look, “After I saw what plans he had, I knew there was a possibility of making them a reality and I had to try.” 

“Nothing wrong with attempting.” Yoongi mutters, gaze still fixated with the numbers. “I think this should be enough for Namjoon, I’ll send him the report.” 

You nod and Hoseok tells you he’ll get back to you soon, with Taehyung agreeing as well. 

As they depart, you can recall debating whether or not to ask the others for help. You had even pondered with Namjoon about it, and ultimately decided that not only would it be difficult to do alone, but you would need a group of people with good expertise to trust it with. 

To your surprise, everyone was on board when you brought it up. They mentioned that they wanted to provide assistance somehow and that they too, just like you, wanted to help Jin if they could. 

From there, all the pieces started falling in place and you’re thrilled to finally reveal it all to Jin. 

You just can’t wait to see how he’ll react.

Jin walks back and forth within his office, arms crossed with a deep frown on his features. 

“What if they want someone else to be CEO? To take over instead?” He mutters, “Maybe they already have a replacement…” 

Namjoon can only watch, wondering how on earth his dear friend was able to come up with such a theory. 

He was quite taken aback when you had initially brought up the idea to him, but came to realize that it would be a great opportunity for Jin to be able to run a business venture of his own. You had informed him that you would handle all the aspects related to planning, and would give him consistent updates. His role was to then take the planning aspects and provide tangible aspects, aka assisting with the initial investment and finding a suitable location. 

He really wanted to help Jin in his own way. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to be of much assistance through his progress in becoming CEO, but at least now, he can do something for his friend. 

However, he’s clueless on what to say to said friend as he continues to spiral. 

Namjoon takes a deep breath, “You’ve worked really hard.” Jin stops in his pacing tracks, peering up. “You’ve also worked well with the employees at Kim Electronics, establishing a personal relationship with them.” 

He continues, “If anything, some of them at least know who their CEO is, rather than being distant from you. It's something I wished I could have had when I became the CFO. A lot of those working here don’t really know me and it can make getting to know them a bit difficult.” 

Jin straightens up, letting out a hum. “I can see what you mean…” 

Namjoon smiles, glad they were on the same pag–

“Can the CEO interrogate people?”

His smile drops and Jin raises a defensive hand. 

“I’m just wondering, that’s all!” 

“Are you sure about that?” Namjoon quirks up a brow and Jin’s about to rebuttal, but the door to his office creaks open. 

Secretary Moon stands before them, staring at Namjoon. “One of the financial analysts was looking for you, CFO Kim.” 

Realization fills Namjoon’s eyes, “Oh, right.” 

Yoongi stands behind Secretary Moon, eying him intently with a report in his hands.

The exchange doesn’t escape Jin’s keen eyes, finding it especially intriguing that Yoongi would come out of his own accord to find Namjoon. 

“What did you two need to talk about?” He sharply wonders.

“It’s confidential.” – “Just a report I needed.” 

Namjoon and Yoongi glance at each other in surprise, having used two very different responses. Jin is as observant as ever, leaning forward. 

“How interesting.” He says, a hint of suspicion in his voice. 

Namjoon begins, “Seokjin–”

“If you let us go, I’ll admit that your dad jokes are actually funny.” Yoongi states, holding the most deadpan expression ever. 

Namjoon’s eyes widen at that and Yoongi barely flinches, even when there’s a smug grin working its way up to Jin’s features. 

He straightens up, “You have yourself a deal.” 

Yoongi hums and Namjoon turns to exit with him, looking at the latter completely impressed. 

Three weeks fly by with a breeze. 

Jin believes he’s finally gotten a grasp on things, understanding the different operations of the company and his role in all of them. He’s able to at least now communicate with them accordingly and able to manage several components, a job he has come to realize has him at the forefront at all times. 

He wonders how his father managed to do all this and have a family life at the same time, his hands always being preoccupied with sudden incidents and plenty of decision making. 

The clock has finally struck 5pm and Jin is truthfully grateful to call it a day. Luckily for today, there have been no last minute calls, no people abruptly beckoning for his attention. Packing up his belongings, he yanks open the door leaving his office. 

Namjoon stands in front of his office, eyes glued to his watch. 

His eyes snap up at Jin’s appearance. 

He smiles knowingly, “Tired?” 

“You can say that.” Jin heavily responds, “I’m just relieved the day’s finally over.” 

“You don’t have any plans after work, right?” Namjoon inquires, to which Jin shakes his head. “We should grab dinner.” 

That catches him by surprise. If anything, he knew Namjoon was just like him – constantly busy managing his own hectic schedule and never truly having any free time on his hands. 

He narrows his eyes, “You’re not conspiring against me too, are you?” 

A chuckle leaves Namjoon and he shakes his head. The glint of suspicion doesn’t leave Jin’s eyes, but he nonetheless follows alongside behind the CFO. 

Exiting the company building, he continues to follow as Namjoon takes a different pathway, one closer to the less busier areas near the company and away from watchful eyes. Jin peers around, a little bewildered with the path and wondering what he could have picked that was so far away. 

It takes about fifteen minutes of walking, with him directing several questions to Namjoon that the latter keeps either dismissing or giving vague answers. Jin eventually gives up, dragging himself along until the man takes an abrupt right turn. 

Because the moment he does, Jin spots you, Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung. 

You’re all conversing with one another, grouped together in front of what seems to be a vacant store lot. 

Curiosity spikes up inside him, and he hurriedly paces behind Namjoon. 

He’s almost tempted to joke that there’s no way they could eat at a place that looks so barren – but then you spot them, your eyes lighting up immediately. 

“Hope the distance wasn’t too much for you.” You remark, glancing at him. 

“The distance?” He ponders, not quite understanding what you meant. That’s when he takes in the group once again, realizing that the pair was quite peculiar for the people that were being so secretive around him. 

“Wait a minute…” He whispers, eyes widening dramatically at Namjoon. 

He snaps his fingers. “Aha, I knew it! The conspiracy was right!”

You raise a brow, “Conspiracy?” 

“To take me down as CEO!” 

“Wait, what?” Hoseok peers from behind you, a ㅅfrown maring his lips. Next to him, Taehyung appears utterly confused and Yoongi snorts under his breath. 

He comes up behind you, patting your back. “Good luck in trying to explain.” 

You roll your eyes at Yoongi. Letting out a sigh, you wonder where to begin. 

“So I’m not sure how you got the idea of a conspiracy, but in any case, no one is conspiring against you.” You clarify right away. 

Jin stares at you a bit puzzled, but Taehyung pitches through. “Y/N’s right! Why would we try to take you down after training you, Mr. CEO?” 

“If anything, the only conspiracy here is this.” 

Yoongi points behind him, gesturing for you to explain as Jin gazes at it blankly. 

“Remember when I came by your office and ran into your secretary?” He nods, “Well, I might have accidentally knocked over some of your files and seen them…” 

An apologetic look flashes over your features, acknowledging that it was sudden but regardless, not something you were originally supposed to see. “I’m really sorry about that, but I came across your plans for a new restaurant.” 

A spark of recognition flickers in Jin’s eyes and you take a step back, widening your arms in front of the vacant store. 

“I saw potential in it and with some help from a couple of very talented individuals,” You make eye contact with Yoongi, Taehyung and Hoseok, “and much needed guidance from the CFO,” You smile at Namjoon, a smile he returns, “I wanted to see if we could possibly give you a head start on it.” 

Jin stiffens in place, feet remaining glued to the ground. 

He harshly inhales, letting out a whisper. “There’s no way…” 

Turning around, his eyes are racking all over the vacant store before him. The location you’ve chosen is in a popular area, surrounded by local stores but not too close to any nearby major restaurants for there to be competition. The area itself is small, but he guesses that it was accounted for from the rough budget he had estimated and took into consideration any exceeding costs. 

Lastly, it’s not too far from the company. Meaning that if he needs to briefly visit he can, and that there’s plenty of office workers that wouldn’t mind dropping in for lunch or dinner.

In other words – it’s perfect. 

You take the thick file Yoongi hands you, before walking up to him. Jin snaps out his daze, eyes still glossed over when you hand it over to him. 

“It’s full of reports and drafted contracts,” You explain, “Which includes a location permit, staffing arrangements, lists of decorators and information about potential expenses.” 

He slips through the pages immediately, observing not only his rough plans outlined, but all the additional information added in as well. It’s like you took his basic initial idea and simply given it the assistance it desperately needed – with all the departments pitching in their own individual perspectives amongst your coworkers. 

His idea was implemented into much more than he could have possibly imagined. 

“I…I’m speechless.” He manages to mutter out, hands tightly gripping onto the file.

Looking up, his gaze meets yours, a question lingering on his lips. “Why do all this for me…?” 

You softly smile, already knowing that would be his first thought. 

“Well, you seemed really stressed with all the CEO duties,” You honestly admit, “and after seeing your restaurant plans, it was like you knew exactly what you wanted, but were just having trouble actualizing it.” 

He hums, knowing that in a way he got stuck. After his training period had started, and then he had to become CEO, he figured he would have to leave the idea completely on the back burner, needing to make the company his number one priority now. 

But you have other plans for him. 

He’s teased you plenty of times before, mentioning how much you were a workaholic or that you didn’t know how to have fun. But beneath all that, he acknowledges that you’re extremely hardworking and that your work is always nothing short from impressive. 

“Consider it a gift from your mentoring team.” You grin, gesturing to the others who smile back at him. 

“T-Thank you…to all of you.” He glances around, voice thick with emotion, “I don’t just know how many thank you’s would be enough…” 

You pat his arm, “Just invite us over when you open. I’m curious to see what kind of dishes you come up with.” 

“Of course.” He grins, eyes brimming with warmth. 

Namjoon taps his shoulder, his phone in hand. 

“Stand a bit back, I’ll take a picture of you.” 

Jin smiles widely in front of the store and the flash on Namjoon’s phone goes off. However, his eyes twinkle, gaze finding you observing the place with Hoseok and muttering something along the lines of how a draping effect would look nice on the restaurant. 

It’s not long before your wrist is being tugged on. 

Nearly stumbling, you glance up at Jin with a frown. He’s grinning ear to ear, gesturing for you to stand right beside him. 

You immediately retract, hands raised in defense. 

“Jin, it’s your restaurant– “

“That you helped make a reality.” He cheekily finishes, causing you to let out a defeated sigh. Leaning over, he gestures to the three individuals still staring at the store. “That includes all of you too!” 

Within minutes, everyone is being pushed into a picture that Namjoon takes with a smile. Eventually, Jin even states that he should be in it too, leaving the phone balancing on the ground as everyone tries to fit in. 

“I can’t believe I got to take a picture with the CEO.” Taehyung proudly boasts, causing Hoseok to laugh at his posture. 

“Well, you did have a hand in me becoming CEO.” Jin notes. 

“See?” Taehyung chides to Yoongi, “Even the CEO doesn’t undermine my contributions!” 

“Again, you barely trained him for that long.” The latter states. 

“Wasn’t it only a couple of days?” Hoseok ponders, only for him to laugh when Taehyung dramatically pouts. 

“Don’t listen to them, you got the CEO stamp of approval.” Jin waves off and Taehyung grins. 

Yoongi shakes his head. “If anything, I think Y/N did most of the heavy lifting.” 

You peer at Yoongi, wanting to retaliate that everyone had a role to play within the team, but Jin completely beats you to it. 

“She really is amazing.” Your eyes widen as he gazes at you. “I’m not only lucky to have gotten her as a mentor, but also as an incredible role model.” 

Quickly averting your eyes from the sudden attention, you attempt to look at anything else – until Taehyung pitches in with a ‘Give it up for Y/N!’. 

Everyone cheers as you bashfully look away. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” You wave off, desperate for them to stop and Hoseok chuckles at your timid expression. 

As he turns to Yoongi, Jin inches closer to you and softly smiles. 

“Thank you.”

“How many times are you going to say that?” You let out a laugh, pointing behind you at the group. “You know, you even got Yoongi’s approval at this point.” 

Jin’s eyes widen dramatically, watching Yoongi smiling and staring at the store. 

He places a hand against his chest, whispering underneath his breath. “He really does love me.” 

A fit of laughter escapes you at that and he joins in as well, his hand unconsciously grasping onto yours. It takes a couple of seconds for either of you to realize and when you do, Jin pulls away almost immediately, a hue of pink on his complexion. 

When he profusely apologizes, you give him a soft smile and wave it off, gyrating around to join Hoseok. Jin watches as you interact with them, laughing at something Yoongi said, head tilting to the side and eyes warmly crinkling. 

He’s left gazing at you, something fluttering within his chest. It only seems to grow the more he hears your laughter, and the more he focuses on your charming smile. 

Your eyes catch his gaze, and soon you’re calling out his name, confusion etched on your features. You gesture for him to join the group, and he snaps out of his daze, blinking abruptly. 

Coming to stand next to you, he wonders if his heart always raced when you were around him. 

Something is terribly wrong. 

That’s all Namjoon can think as he’s pacing through the office, orbs surveying around. It’s not until he’s right in front of the CEO’s office that he can finally catch his breath, a sheen of sweat having formed on his forehead. 

The door comes bustling open. 

“What’s the emergency?!” He immediately asks, only to see Jin slumped in his chair. 

He bolts upright once he catches sight of Namjoon, eyes frantic and hands trembling. 

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” 

“What happened?!” Namjoon hurriedly asks. 

“That’s the problem, I don’t know what’s wrong!” Jin exclaims, fisting his hair. 

 “What do you mean?” It serves to cause Namjoon more distress. “Are you sick? Do you feel nauseous?” 

“I told you, I don’t know!” Jin shakes his head, “My heart is racing, I feel flustered, I’m doubting if I’m even handsome–” He throws his arms up into the air, “My symptoms are endless!”

Namjoon straightens up, staring at him with the most blank expression ever. 

“I’m sorry, what are your symptoms?” 

Jin exhales in exasperation, “Do you want me to repeat myself? I said my heart is racing, I feel–”

“No, no,” Namjoon raises a hand up, “I mean, you called me here because you’re experiencing… normal symptoms?”

“What do you mean normal?!” He questions, eyes suddenly widening, “Do you think it might be a heart attack?” 

Namjoon��s about to retort that his symptoms are nowhere near those for one, but then Jin’s words echo deep in his brain. 

“My heart is racing, I feel flustered, I’m doubting if I’m even handsome–”

The dots finally start to connect. 

“Wait…are you feeling these symptoms for someone in particular?” Namjoon emphasizes it as much as he can, curiosity in his eyes. 

“What? No!” He crosses his arms, glancing away. Namjoon stares at him, having known his friend for a very long time. 

He softly smiles, “I think you may be having a heart attack, just not the kind you’re thinking.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think you’re having feelings for someone.” 

Jin scoffs, “That’s impossible! Maybe I just need to take some medicine.” 

Before Jin has a chance to search around his office, Namjoon leans against the wall, his smile not dropping. 

The next words he says have Jin choking on air. 

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” 

“What?! Don’t be ridiculous!” The ends of his ears are red, something the CFO is quick to point out. 

“Are you sure about that?” He probes, “You know, it was always interesting to me.” He steps closer to Jin, keenly eyeing him. “The two of you had established a good work relationship and you seemed to be very compatible.” 

“There’s no way.” Jin shakes his head in frustration, waving Namjoon off, “I need to get back to work!” 

Namjoon simply smiles, turning to exit the office. He doesn’t say anything else, knowing that it was quite obvious what his friend was feeling. 

He just needed to realize it himself. 

***

It doesn’t make sense, not in the least. 

Jin walks down the street, heading towards the restaurant location after work. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. 

How could he have feelings for you? 

You were his mentor before anything else, getting into playful banter with him throughout training. He can admit he sees you more like a friend now, but the notion that he liked you? 

It's just completely absurd. 

He decides to throw the thoughts away, ignoring Namjoon’s echoing words. However, once he makes a sharp right turn, he falls short in his tracks. 

You’re standing right in front of the store, staring at it. 

He’s prepared to swerve around, head back to the company if he can – but you catch sight of him before he can ensure his escape route. 

The corner of your lips curl and he swears he can hear his own heartbeat at this point. 

“Came to check out the location?” You ponder innocently. 

“Y-Yeah.” He smiles, a tad bit nervously. “You?” 

“I was waiting for the bus.” You gesture to the stop nearby, “Thought I come see it again.” 

He hums, standing next to you. However, this time he feels as if he’s too aware of you being next to him, eyes averting over to you every couple of seconds. 

It’s only when you wistfully sigh that his shoulders hike up. “Do you think it’s okay for you? The area, I mean.” 

“Well, you guys did find it for me,” He honestly answers, “And taking all things into consideration, you picked it nicely.” 

You softly smile, “Leave it up to Namjoon to determine the profitability of an area.” 

He chuckles quietly, recalling how much his friend was once drilling into his brain the importance of location for franchises. 

“I just can’t believe my dream of running a restaurant is coming true.” He admits, “Hopefully, I can do it justice.” 

“You can.” You respond immediately, finding yourself understanding his doubt. It’s one thing that surprised you the most about Jin, how the man was the walking epitome of confidence only to doubt himself immensely. “And if things do get tough….I’ll just have to stick around by your side and help you.” 

You chuckle underneath your breath, a warm smile looping around your lips. But you’re only greeted with silence, something that has you raising a brow when you’re so used to Jin’s short and playful quips. 

You’re caught off guard by his gaze, focused completely on you. Letting out an awkward cough, you call out his name. 

“Uh, Jin?” You wonder, “You okay?”

“Huh?” He blurts out, suddenly realizing that you’re observing him with a questioning stare in your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” 

“Good to know.” You playfully remark, smiling in his direction. In that split second, everything falls into place, making it as clear as water to him. 

He’s in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. 

Namjoon was right. 

He’s fallen in love with you.