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In the Middle of the Night: Chapter 20(M)

Chapter 20: "좀 급하지만 네 마음속에 이미 꽉 찬"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

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Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Pairing: Idol!RM/Namjoon x OFC

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Rating: M

Status: COMPLETE

[AN: A lot of things happen in this chapter. It all takes place in a matter of days, which is why the chapter is so long. We are getting near the end, and this chapter is one of the last ones before things take a turn]

Trigger warning: description—not too graphic—of sexual assault, talk of trauma. If you want to skip the portion, there will be **** symbols at the beginning and end of it.

warnings/spoilers: oral sex (male and female receiving), deep throat, gagging

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November 2021

Malibu, CA, USA

I made my way through my family’s ranch. Seeing the horses brought a warmth I had been feeling seldom lately. My childhood horse passed many years ago. I hadn’t ridden much since, feeling it would be a betrayal. However, every time I saw one of those divine creatures, the emotions Selena—my horse—used to bring me always came flooding back. I loved this property. Loved the goats, the donkeys, the chickens, and the turkeys. It brought me solace from the shithole house I lived in. My parents’ house was huge, but there was no corner that could hide me from the black cloud that hovered. The hatred that plagued that house since before I was born still remained. As I came to the front door, my stomach turned. Emotions from childhood began to creep their way to the surface.

I had been in LA for over a week and I still hadn’t seen my parents. I had made every excuse in the book not to visit, but finally, I ran out of shit excuses to avoid them. Thankfully, I was planning on staying for only a couple of hours. I had already made Ky promise to call me to give me an excuse to leave. Plus, there was my Tia Jia who had agreed to come over as well, so that would help.

Taking a breath, I settled myself and knocked on the door.

A brunette, petite woman who looked like a retired model answered. Her hair and makeup were perfectly applied; the clothes on her making her glow like a goddess. My mother really was a beauty….

Her brown eyes did a once-over on me. “You haven’t been exercising while you’ve been gone? Mayahuel, you know noodles always make your face plump.”

…too bad her soul was rotten. “Hello to you too, Madre.”

She dismissed me and barely grazed my body with her arms—her version of a hug. More criticism came out of her mouth as she led the way into the house.

I noticed my father—tall, dark, and with the world’s thickest mustache—sitting on his normal chair in the corner of the living room. He was reading one of his many magazines. He barely looked up at seeing me and sent me a nod. Nice to see you too, Dad, I said silently to myself.

When we got to the kitchen, she went directly to the coffee. It was one of the few things I agreed wholeheartedly with my mother: coffee was good at any time of the day. She took out two cups and poured them to the rim. She put creamer in one and was about to put some in the other one when I stopped her, reminding her that I took mine with sugar only.

My mother gave a dismissive wave. “I always confuse you with your brothers.”

I really wanted to respond with the fact that one of my brothers didn’t like coffee and the other drank it straight black—no creamer or sugar. I was only going to be here for a couple of hours, though. I really didn’t want to spend it picking fights.

“So, I hear that you’ve been meeting up with some labels during your stay here,” my mother said bluntly.

I just about spat out my coffee. “Who told you?”

My mother looked unimpressed, almost offended. “You do realize that I’ve been in this industry for decades before you. I may no longer be a recording artist, but I am a songwriter and producer—I have ears almost everywhere.”

Of course I knew, but I didn’t think that word would get to her so quickly. I took another sip of coffee, wishing there was some kalua in it. “I’ve met with a couple already.”

“How have they gone?”

Horribly, I want to say, but I won’t. It’s my pride. I don’t want to admit that I—a platinum-selling, record-breaking, multi-winning recording artist—had just been offered two very shit deals. Honestly, I didn’t even want to think about their offers; it felt like a slap in the face.

Kyung had laughed in their faces, believing at first it was a joke, but when he saw they were serious, he hadn’t been interested in continuing the meetings—both times. We were in and out of that building in less than twenty minutes. The first time had felt bizarre, but this second one we had the other day went similarly and gave me self-doubt. Had I put too much value on myself?

Before I had a chance to answer my mother, we heard a voice coming from the front door.

As we turned towards the hall entrance, I was welcomed by a Korean woman making her way toward us. She was of medium height, slightly heavy, and had the warmest smile. Every time I saw it, I felt an ease run through me.

Tia Jia immediately hugged and kissed me. This was the ninth time we had seen each other since I had arrived, but I wasn’t about to tell my mother that.

“You come in right on time,” my mother said, grabbing another mug. “Mayahuel was about to tell us how these meetings have gone with some labels.”

Tia Jia gave a blank smile. I fought back a laugh. Truth was, my Tia Jia already knew everything. I had called her no more than ten minutes after walking out of each meeting. But, again, I wasn’t about to tell my mother that.

My mother continued to talk. “If they aren’t able to meet your list of demands, just know your old label would meet every one of them. I talked to Chad not so long ago and he said—”

“You what?” I asked. Hearing the name made my stomach drop.

“I talked to Chad—” My mother continued.

“Why?” Anger began to rumble. I had told my mother long ago that I had gotten into an argument with one of the heads, which was the reason why I had left. She had been badgering me so much about why I had decided not to resign from my contract, that I felt pressured to tell her something. Mostly, because I believed she would have started snooping around if I didn’t give her something.

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal, Mayahuel. Let bygones be bygones,” she said dismissively. “You never were one to have the patience for a few disagreements.”

No, I just wasn’t one who had the patience for the screaming, yelling, name-calling, and throwing objects, I wanted to say to her. But I kept on topic. “Madre, I told you that this wasn’t some small argument. This was serious. I was disrespected and there is no way in hell that I’m going to ever work with them again.”

Before my mother could let out another word, my tia Jia interceded. She settled my mother down. She had dealt with the woman for almost all her life—they had been best friends since they were teenage girls. No one seemed to settle my mother better than my tia Jia.

Thankfully, my mother agreed to change the topic.

I gave my tia a look of complete gratefulness.

“Have you told your mother about Thanksgiving?” Tia Jia asked.

My mother’s face did not look pleased. “What about it?”

I decided to just rip the Band-Aid. “Well, I wanted to have it over my place. My friends from Korea are going to be here for their concert and I wanted to invite them. They’ve been great with me while I’ve been living there—especially Namjoon. He always had me over during a holiday. His entire family was always welcoming.”

“Namjoon is a good man,” Tia Jia said warmly. “You’ve met him before, Tlali. He’s the tall one. Incredibly smart—very handsome.”

“Who?” my mother looked utterly lost.

“From the group of friends Mayita has. The Korean group.”

It took a while for my mother to figure it out. “Oh. They’re all tall.”

“Well, he’s the tallest,” I said. “And I’m going to invite them for Thanksgiving. I figured it would be nice to do something for them. I would like all my loved ones in one room.”

My mother didn’t say anything, just wore a slight frown and looked out into the distance. It was the look I knew all too well: she was trying to be polite and not say anything rude.

The unsettling feeling in my stomach I usually felt when I knew my mother was judging me immediately took over. Honestly, sometimes I preferred hearing her be rude than imagining what she might be thinking.

“It’s going to be fun,” Tia Jia insisted, her voice upbeat and light. “Do you want to make the menu right now? We have time.”

Tia Jia’s excitement rubbed off. I took out my phone and the pair of us began to look up dishes.

“Want some more, honey?” my tia Jia asked, motioning to my empty mug.

I nodded.

She took it and poured some coffee, adding two tablespoons of sugar and handing it to me.

As I took a sip of the coffee, I noticed my mother's demeanor change. I know she had noticed it. Tia Jia knew my preference for coffee. A small part of me felt bad….

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A few days later, I walked out of my third meeting with label. And for the third time, I was walking away feeling completely off. Enough so that I knew it wasn’t something I could ignore anymore. My intuition was screaming at me that something was going on.

Kyung was walking with me, getting into the driver’s side as I got into the passenger’s side. Once both inside, I let it out. “What the fuck is going on?”

Kyung drove out of the parking spot. He was silent until we were out of the lot. “I was really hoping it was just me or that the other two labels were just being dickheads for other reasons. But now….” He shook his head in disgust.

I finished his thinking. “It’s like they’re offering me a shitty contract on purpose so I won’t sign with them. That deal is something you offer a rookie who doesn’t know the first thing about the industry. They might as well spit at me.” Anger was starting to boil inside me.

Kyong began to speak again, “I wasn’t lying to you when I said they were the ones who wanted you more than the other labels. I scheduled to meet them third on purpose. I wanted to see what the other two companies were offering so we could work that to our advantage. But it seems as if the offers are getting worse.” He looked more pissed than how he sounded.

I had known Kyung all my life. Before he was my manager and business partner, he had been an important figure growing up. As much as Tia Jia was like a mother to me, Kyung was like a brother. From his facial expressions, I knew when he was controlling his anger. “What’s up?”

It took a moment. He was trying to gather his thoughts and emotions before speaking up. “A buddy of mine who still works at the old label tipped me off the other day. Some rumor he had heard from top executives. Apparently, some didn’t take well with you rejecting to meet with them. We shouldn’t be surprised that they heard of us meeting with other companies for possible contracts—it’s hard to keep a secret in this industry. According to my buddy, the execs in the old label are trying to block you from signing.”

Suddenly, I remembered my mother’s words about talking to Chad. Had she known about my meetings with other labels before talking to Chad? Had she told Chad? Had Chad tried using my mother to get to me—to get me to come crawling to them? Fuck, he probably did.

Kyung’s eyes were on the road; he couldn’t see how upset I was. “I knew they weren’t going to be happy about us rejecting their meeting, but to go this far? Maybe I should give them a call and try to settle things with them.”

“No,” I said as I turned away so he wouldn’t see how pissed I was at this suggestion.

I knew he was looking at me. “Why?”

“I don’t want anything to do with them, Kyung. I’ve said this too many times.” I was getting snappy and I didn’t want to.

Kyung wasn’t one to easily let things go, though. “Maya, I really don’t know why you can’t give me an answer. What happened? I know something did—I thought maybe it was with one individual in the company you had an issue with, but now it seems as if it’s the entire company that fucked you over.”

I refused to tell him. For too many reasons, he couldn’t know. I had told two people about the incident—my tia Jia and Dr. Rob. I don’t think I could ever tell another soul.

Kyung let out a heavy sigh. “It must be bad if you can’t even tell me. It only makes me think the worse, you know? You tell me almost everything. How bad is it that you can’t tell me?”

I stayed silent.

Then, I noticed us pulling into a parking lot. It was mostly empty. I turned to Kyung, confused about why we were here.

He parked the car, unbuckled himself, and fully turned to me. His face was a pale white, his hands and lips were shaking slightly. I had never seen him look like this. “It’s scaring me, Maya. I’m thinking the unimaginable here.” His eyes were watery and desperate. “Please don’t tell me it’s what I think it is.”

My own eyes were starting to form tears of their own. Horrible images creeping their way up. I fought to keep control.

“Did someone…do something to you?” he was struggling getting the words out. The tears were coming down.

I couldn’t hold it together anymore. Seeing him come apart sent me downward. I felt myself shaking, feeling the anger, the disgust, the hurt, and the embarrassment all at once.

His arms were around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. I clutched to him, letting myself feel it all as those goddamn images came flooding back to the surface.

**He squeezed. As if he had done it before. As if it belonged to him.

There was an eerie glint in his eyes. The clear-blue eyes that I once thought to be full of kindness were now baring down at me in a vile way.

My skin crawled and I wanted nothing more than to push him off and run out of there. But for the first time in my life, I had no control of my body. With a simple claw on my body, this piece of shit had overpowered me.

Hot breath was on me and I wanted to be stabbed, just so I could feel something else.**

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Kyung’s voice pulled me out of my horrific past. “We won’t ever deal with them, I promise. But know I’m here for whenever you want to talk, ok?”

I only nodded, not trusting my voice.

He kissed the top of my head. “If you’re scared of how I’ll react, I swear on Yori and my kids I won’t say a thing to the guys. I promise.”

It was one of the reasons I didn’t want him to know the truth. Kyung was close with my brothers and guy cousins. We had all grown up together and the guys had an old school mentality when it came to handling certain things. I still remember the hell they gave my first ex who treated me like shit. The piece of shit who assaulted me had done worse. I had enough reason to suspect that this could lead to legal trouble for the guys if they found out.

Then, there was the added layer of them be disappointed in me. Growing up, they had taught me how to defend myself. Taught me what to do if anyone dared put his hands on me. I knew how to box, for crying out loud. How had I just let it happen? Their disappointment in me would only deepen the disappointment I had on myself.

Dr. Rob had emphasized time and time again that it wasn’t my fault. Shock was common in assault victims. However, I had never accepted that in myself.

Once out of his embrace, he smiled sweetly. “Eomma knows?”

I nodded.

“Good. As long as she knows, it’s all that matters,” he said with complete sincerity. He continued to soothe me until I was calm and no more tears were coming down. “You good?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He held my eyes as he spoke, “You call the shots, Maya. You always have. I’ll find you the perfect home, I promise. And then you’re gonna kick ass, record the most amazing album, win a shit ton of awards, and break multiple records. Those sons of bitches are going to regret it.”

The fire in his eyes and voice gave me some power.

“Hell, even if we can’t find the perfect home, you can still record and release this album without backup. And I’ll be sure to spread the word that you released it on your own because no label took you seriously. They’ll be walking with their tail between their legs from the embarrassment.”

I felt a boost of confidence, Kyung’s words affecting me in a positive way.

He was right, we were going to use this as fuel. We’d make them all regret it.

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The next day, things began to look up. Bangtan had landed in LA. Because I had a close relationship with the coordinator of the trip, I managed to sneak my way into the vehicle Namjoon was going to be riding in. I had made it seem as if I was doing a prank on him that the rest of the guys were in on.

It worked and I was currently in the back seat of the black van. The van was parked in a section inside LAX that had a private exit. I had told the coordinator and guys about the exit.

The partition on the vehicle was up, so we would have privacy.

Namjoon was the first to enter the vehicle. Those dark brown, dragon eyes were the first thing I saw. He had his mask on, so I couldn’t see his deep dimples. I felt like I was six years old seeing Disneyworld for the first time.

He made his way to the back of the van, pulled down his mask, and leaned his entire body into me. His lips immediately sought my own. His baseball cap bumped into me, so I took it off.

I enthusiastically welcomed him, throwing the cap to the side, and wrapping my arms around his wide back. “Hi,” I mumbled in between kisses. “How was the flight?”

“Long,” he mumbled back, his lips not wanting to leave mine as well.

“Get a room!” came Jimin’s voice.

Namjoon pulled away at the reminder we weren’t alone. He let out an irritated sigh and sat down properly. His arm came around the back of my seat.

I took his seatbelt and buckled him in, noticing he had forgotten to do so. “It’s a good thing you guys were able to use this terminal.” I reached over to Jimin and pinched his cheeks in a greeting fashion. He gave me one of his eye smiles.

“It’s a good thing you told the team about it,” J-Hope said as he buckled himself into his seat. “If you hadn’t mentioned it, we would have gone through the main terminal.” He reached over and gave me a high five.

“I thought I had told you guys about it before. It’s a major benefit after flying private all my life, I got to learn all the hacks of LAX,” I said as the door closed.

I turned back to Namjoon who was looking fondly at me. My cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling. I fell into my seat, his arm circling my shoulders. “I missed you,” I whispered to him, letting out what I had been feeling since leaving his apartment in Seoul.

His face inched closer to mine, his hand caressing my neck and pulling my face to his. “I missed you, too.” With his forehead against mine, he closed his eyes and breathed in. He looked calm, at ease.

I reached up to touch his face and noticed a change. His strips were gone. He had gotten a new cut and the strips had faded. While I had enjoyed the strips along his hair, he hadn’t been a fan of them. He tended to prefer a mullet style—which, personally, was my least favorite on him. But it was his hair, and I really didn’t care too much how he styled or cut it. As long as I had hair to pull and hold on to…..

The sudden image of his mouth wrapped around my pussy and his tongue inside me came to mind. I tried to shake it off. It hadn’t been two weeks since the last time we slept together and already I was horny. I blamed him. If he wasn’t so great, I wouldn’t crave him so much.

“I wouldn’t get too attached to it,” he warned as I stroked his hair.

Instantly, I hoped he didn’t mean he was going to dye it again. It really was the only thing that slightly bothered me. The constant dyeing and bleaching worried me. “Are you getting another haircut?” I asked, hopeful.

“No, I’m bleaching it again,” he said cautiously.

I must have made a face.

“You say I look good blond,” he said immediately as if he was trying to ease my worry.

He really did good as a blond, but I doubted his scalp felt it was worth it.

“I promise to keep away from the mullet,” he offered like a negotiation—like I wouldn’t let him. “And it won’t be toobleached.”

I really didn’t want to make this a big deal. It was his goddamn hair. And he was a grown adult. No one in the company bullied him into doing anything he really didn’t want to do. That was years in the past. I really shouldn’t be a Debbie Downer about this.

I shook my head at myself. “Namjoon, I’m not your mother. It’s your hair. It’s up to you what you want to do with it.”

“Yeah, but you’re my girl. You’re gonna be the one mostly looking at it.”

I smiled at his title for me. I had missed it. And, honestly, it’s all I needed to make me stop worrying about his hair. I took ahold of his shirt and tugged at it, pulling his beauty closer. “Handsome, I mostly look at your gorgeous face. The hair is just there for me to pull at.”

He let out a low moan and filled the gap between us, kissing me open-mouthed.

Nothing but fake gags could be heard in the vehicle.

I pulled away from Namjoon, settling in my seat. “Anything I missed since I last saw you?”

“Just a bit of a mess with Jungkook and Yuna,” Jimin said, a mischievous look on his face.

“What happened?” I asked, fully absorbed in the gossip.

Hoseok went on to explain the mess the youngest member had recently gotten into that involved his girlfriend. It hadn’t been pleasant but thankfully had been cleaned up. The news outlets didn’t get wind of it, thankfully.

By the sounds of it, it seemed as if there was trouble in paradise with the young couple.

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After a nice visit to LACMA, Namjoon and I arrived at my house with Kogi. We had eaten some of the tacos on the drive with Namjoon feeding me. The original idea had been to eat once getting to my house, but the smell had been too intoxicating. It was one of my favorite places to eat in LA and hadn’t had it in years. Initially, Namjoon didn’t deem it safe enough for me to eat while driving. I tried using logic, reminding him how good of a driver I was—I had been taught how to drive by my brother and cousins who were drag racers. When that didn’t work, I pouted. And finally, I got my first bite. At seeing my happy wiggle, he kept feeding me. I made a mental note about this—now I knew what would work later for my benefit.

We spoke a little about the crappy offers by the labels, Namjoon also believed there was something fishy going on.

"Haven't you mentioned before that your mother knows a lot of people?" he asked. "Why not see if she can snoop around to see what she can find?"

My stomach churned at the thought.

I didn't have to say anything for Namjoon to understand my physical response. I think he could even hear how upset my stomach was. "Is it really that difficult asking her for a favor? She's your mother, Maya."

Namjoon always wanted to see the best in people, but he had been blessed with amazing parents. He had never known what it felt like to be neglected—and I was grateful for that ignorance. "I trusted my mother a long time ago. More times than I can count. And she always manages to let me down. Do you know what that feels like? At age 2, 8, 14, 23 to trust another person enough with your emotions only for them to spit at them? I tell my mother I have a feeling that someone at my own old company is trying to sabotage me and she'll openly laugh at me—she's done it before on multiple occasions. I lost count of the number of times when she has said, word for word, 'no one cares about your feelings.'"

When I first started therapy, it had been difficult to admit these feelings I had about my mother—I could never get through it without crying. Now, it was easier. But it still cut deep.

"I'm sorry," Namjoon said gently, his hand soothing me.

I took a breath. "It's easy to let people in. But thanks to my parents' shitty job, it's hard to let someone back in. And I hit my limit with my parents. I can't anymore with them."

We finally arrived at my home. In silence, we got out of the vehicle once we were parked in the garage.

Namjoon grabbed his overnight bag and the bags of take-out and followed me into the home.

As I led us through the hall, I thought of the other guys. Namjoon and I decided to spend the day together visiting different spots in the LA area, the other guys were off doing their own thing, but I didn’t know what. As soon as I picked up Namjoon, I had forgotten to ask about the guys.

“What are the rest of the others doing today?” I asked, setting down the bag of leftovers on the kitchen island. I had eaten three tacos on the drive here, but I was still craving more.

Namjoon opened the containers; he was always down for eating. “Jin and Yoongi stayed at the hotel. The rest went to the Harry Styles concert. Tae’s the most excited. He’s been wanting to see him for a while.”

“That’s tonight?” I asked. The days sure were passing fast.

“Yeah. They might already be there.”

“That’s gonna be fun for them. Two years of being so cooped up, they deserve to have fun.”

Namjoon and I picked up the rest of the dishes we had bought. We had bought almost every item on the menu due to our indecisive.

As we ate, Namjoon went over one of the artists we had observed today at LACMA. I sat back, enjoying hearing him talk. He leaned over to my dish, which was across the table, and took a fork full of food. As he reached, his glasses slid down his nose a little. He pushed them back up. He in glasses was definitely one of my favorite looks on him.

He looked up at me, catching me. “What?”

I simply smiled and leaned into him. “Have I told you today that you’re pretty hot?”

“That’s out of nowhere.” He gave a shy smile but still filled the gap to capture my lips.

“I’m finding your bookworm look pretty damn sexy. You sit there with your hoodie, Timberlands, baseball cap, prescribed glasses, and talk about books and art—it’s a total turn-on.” My upper body was now fully on the counter, being pulled to his gravity.

There was a glint in his eye that looked a little mischievous. “Is it a fantasy of yours—doing it with a bookworm?”

The image made my pussy drip. “I can totally picture riding your face with those glasses on. They’ll be fogged and juiced up by the end of the night.”

Those dragon eyes came swam to the surface, making my skin burn. “You think it’s going to take me all night to get them foggy and juicy? Baby, I’ll have you cuming in less than 10 minutes.”

My cunt squeezed at the promise. It’d been two weeks since the last time we had had sex. But it honestly felt like two years.

Without another word, he walked around the counter, took my hand, and led me into the hall. “Where’s the master bedroom?” he asked, his voice tight and controlled.

“Double doors at the end of the hall,” I answered excitedly.

The moment we entered our destination, his lips were on mine, his tongue slipping in.

He was true to his word; no more than seven minutes later, I fell apart. My knees clenched around Namjoon’s head, my thighs holding his face captive around my center. His glasses were wrecked and soaking wet. His face was flushed and glistering with my juices. A laugh escaped me at the sight of him.

“I told you I was going to break them,” I let out as I pulled off his cracked specs and put them on the nightstand before his eyes could get damaged.

“And I told you it wouldn’t take me all night,” he countered. He leaned in and kissed my inner thigh.

I let out a giggle, pulling myself off him.

He rolled to his side and took me in his arms, his lips searching mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, with simple touches, and kisses until I regained my strength.

And then my hunger for him began to surface. I needed more. I needed him.

I found myself pushing him onto his back while I made my way down his massive physique. My hands tugged at his clothing while I gave attention to every piece of skin I could reach. I don’t think I had ever been so obsessed over a man’s body as I was with this divine creature before me. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t glorious.

My mouth salivated at the sight of his cock waving in the air, dying for attention.

My hands and mouth wasted no time. My lips kissed the long vein on the underside of his shaft, holding eye contact with him the entire time. Once at the head, I wrapped both lips around it and sucked a little. My hand went up and down his thick girth. I let spit fall down his cock, which allowed my hand to work him with a better grip.

“Fuuuuuuuck, baby.” His hand twitched towards me, making a gesture towards my head, but held my cheek instead.

I pulled off his dick with a nice popping sound, liquid coming down the corners of my mouth. I stroked him as I asked him something I had been wanting to know since the first time I gave him head. “Do you want to fuck my mouth?”

His brown eyes went wide and his hand froze on my cheek.

I laughed darkly and I sank my head back down, not stopping until the head hit the back of my throat. I then quickly came back up and stroked him at a higher speed. “We have a safe signal. If it gets to be too much, I’ll let you know.”

He finally spoke up. “Are you sure?” he asked in the middle of a moan.

I nodded eagerly. “I really want to.” I twisted my wrist.

He let out a groan. “I want you to be sure,” he said gruffly.

“I trust you,” I said as my eyes looked directly at him.

His eyes turned soft for a moment and then the dragon eyes took over.

I maneuvered my way to the side of the bed and climbed off. I took Namjoon’s hand and tugged at it, signaling him to move towards me. He did, finding a seat on the side of the bed as I came to the ground, kneeling before him. There was a fire radiating off of his eyes. He had yet to blink, it seemed.

Taking his cock member in my mouth, I worked a good rhythm. When he still hadn’t moved, I placed my hands on his thick hips and went further down, sending his dick deep into my throat.

He let out a groan and began to move his hips on his own.

It didn’t take long for the feeling of his head hit the back of my throat. My jaw opened wider and I moved a different angle, allowing more of him inside me. My throat muscles clenched around his girth, a gag naturally coming out.

“Shit,” he let out, his hands holding onto my head.

I moved my body so it could allow my throat more room. I took more of him down my throat. His length pushed through my pharynx.

“Oh shit,” he let out, his hips acting on their own accord and pressing further in me.

It was too much, so my throat tightened hard against him. I took a deep breath from my nose, trying to ensure I got enough oxygen. I wanted to come up for full air, but the desire to live out the fantasy of Namjoon face fucking me was too great.

I pulled out a little and went back in, letting him know what pace I was good with.

He took the hint and began to rock and hips in the same rhythm. With every thrust, he goes a little further in me.

Because of his long length, it took a while before his full cock engulfed my throat. His face appeared to be full of ecstasy. His body was sweating bullets.

I wanted to keep the rhythm going but noticed the vein in his throat. He was trying to control his orgasm.

After taking a few breaths, he started to rock himself again. He fully pulled out of me, allowing me to take a full breath of fresh air before he went back in. Keeping eye contact with me, he pushed back into my mouth.

He bottomed out a lot easier and quicker this time. His eyes never left my face, ensuring I was ok with this. Once he was satisfied and confident that I was comfortable, he allowed himself to be in the moment.

As he worked himself in my throat, my pussy craved attention. I brought my fingers to my core, giving myself pleasure.

Namjoon’s hips crashed a little harder against me, his fingers dug into my hair with a little more force. I let out a hum as he impaled me, wanting to heighten his pleasure.

He cursed again. His member almost fully exited my throat but plunged back into me with plenty of vigor. There was a pause, looking for my reaction before he reenacted the same move.

My gagging was getting louder, the saliva coming down my throat in buckets, and my pussy was creating a pool at my feet.

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he lets out, almost breathless. His eyes fall to my legs. “Speed up those fingers, baby. Don’t cum yet.”

I let out a mewl, as I usually do when I hear that commanding tone of his.

“Almost,” he lets out, his powerful thighs hitting my face. I didn’t care, though. The look on his face was well worth it. “I’m cuming,” he warned.

While he thrust a few more times, I pushed the tip of my tongue along the bottom of his length. With one more push, my nose was pressed against his stomach as his warm seed went down my throat.

There was so much coming out of him; more than any of our other times together. I swallowed as much as I could, but plenty managed to spill out. Slowly, I pulled out of him, making sure to give the tip of him one final peck.

He was sweating bullets and he took in deep breaths. He looked as if he had just come out of the gym.

I reached over to the side of the bed where I had a box of tissues. I cleaned the both of us up. Usually, it was Namjoon that took care of us, but he was still trying to catch his breath. Once we were cleaned, we made our way to the center of the bed, cuddling.

Normally, oral sex tended to be foreplay for us. But we were both exhausted. It had been a long day of physical activity—inside and outside of the bedroom

With his arm around me, I found myself falling into a sweet sleep.

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Apparently, we had been more exhausted than we realized. It was close to sundown when we realized how long we had slept. Knowing we would just continue to sleep if we stayed in bed, we forced ourselves out and decided to take a stroll along the beach. We needed physical activity to wake us up. Plus, the sunset setting would be a nice view for a picture I could take of Namjoon. My property was incredibly close to the beach and had a private entrance that no many used.

As we made our way down the path that led to the water, I kept an eye out for people, making sure we were alone before reaching out to take his hand in mine.

The move made him smile. “Have you talked to your parents?” he asked.

I imagine he was referring to Thanksgiving dinner. I knew he was excited to meet my family. “A little. I haven’t talked to my mother much—except for the other day that I met with her. I told her that I wanted to have Thanksgiving at my place.”

“What did she say?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Nothing, really. I’m not too sure she was happy at the idea of it being at my place. She likes to host. But Seb and Victor already agreed with my place. She also didn’t say anything about that. So, I’m taking silence as compliance. She was pretty non-verbal after that.”

Remembering the conversation just brought irritation. Why my mother could never act like an adult was beyond me. She dodged talking about issues and would later be passive-aggressive. I had been here for only a few weeks, but I already wanted to leave again.

Namjoon reached over to me and gave me a side hug, trying to soothe me.

I leaned into his embrace, allowing myself to relax at his touch. I had already vented to him about the meetings I had with the labels during our car ride. It really had been a long day.

We continued to walk down the path, hearing the ocean waves. We came apart once we were down in the sand. We took notice of a few people present. We kept a small distance between us but weren’t too far from each other.

We walked side by side along the shore, only saying a few words. Our focus was mostly on the scenery in front of us. As the sun set, I took full advantage and took several photos of Namjoon. He insisted on taking one together. I gave in and he handled the selfie.

There was no one present anymore, except for a couple off in the far distance. The sun was fully gone and now the moon was starting to shine. And the coast still looked just as gorgeous.

In the two years I had been gone, I had almost forgotten how beautiful it was. Although I had come to love Seoul, there was something about California that made it irreplaceable. The water, beach, sands, mountains, and coast couldn’t be matched. I had traveled the world and California was still among the most beautiful places.

“I can see why you chose this place,” Namjoon’s voice lingered in the chilly air. His face was turned towards the sea, watching the waves lightly crashing onto the shore.

My eyes stayed on his face, admiring how the moon’s light bounced on all the right angles. Shadows were created but only amplified his features. The wind moved through the water and his hair. It really looked like he belonged to the night.

I took it back, there was another beauty that took top tier.

“What?” he asked, catching me ogling at him.

There was zero embarrassments I felt. Without shame, I would openly gawk at his magnificence. “You’re so handsome,” I said dreamingly. “When moon rise, it’s your time to shine.”

He turned away, trying to hide his shy smile.

I let out a laugh. “So cute.” I poked his side.

His dimples deepened. I saw the glint in his eyes before he could make a move.

I was already planning on dodging him before he reached for me. But before he made a move, I noticed something from the corner of my eye. I turned my head and found a couple several yards away, walking towards us. They were both young Asian women.

My heard accelerated, frightened at being caught. I moved several feet away from Namjoon just as he made to reach me.

I turned my head away from the pair of eyes that were getting closer to us. I put some more distance between the two young women as they reached. We exchanged smiles, but I did my best to hide my face in the shadows. I hoped Namjoon did the same.

The two women walked between us and continued on their walk opposite us. They didn’t show any indication of knowing either one of us. Their faces and strides kept forward. Once they were far away, I fell into step with Namjoon. I let out a sigh, relieved we hadn’t been caught.

However, Namjoon stepped away from me. “No, maybe we should wait until we’re back at your place before you get too close. Wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” His voice was harsh and bitter.

I turned to him, confused. His eyes were knitted together, his chin set forward, and his jaw clenched. “What?”

“You must have jumped a good ten feet. Even with complete strangers, you don’t like the thought of anyone knowing we’re an item.” I could hear the hurt in his words, but his main emotion was annoyance.

I chose my words carefully and did my best to keep my voice steady and soft. “Namjoon, we do the same thing in Korea. On the rare times when we’re in public, we keep a good amount of distance between us. I didn’t jump away from you because I’m ashamed of you. I stepped away because I was worried they would recognize us.”

His facial features didn’t waiver. “We’re in America, I’m not as recognized here as I am in Korea. And just because they’re Asian doesn’t automatically mean they know me.”

There was an accusation in his statement that hinted at my being ignorant. It stung because he was right, I had made an assumption: they were Asian, so more than likely they knew about BTS. However, the harshness in his words made it seem as if my assumption was more sinister than naïveté.

I tried to mask the hurt. “Even you guys have mentioned whenever you’re in a foreign land that the ones who recognize you immediately are Asian. And I was only being careful. Especially after Jungkook’s close call. I apologize if it came off wrong; that wasn’t my intent.”

It was moments when we walked in silence, letting the incident hang in the air. Our thoughts played the scene over and over again and I was positive he was wondering the same as I: what would have been a better way of handling that situation?

The chill in the air started to physically affect me. I felt goosebumps along my arm and my body began to involuntarily shiver. No more than a few seconds later, I felt a heaviness around my shoulders, Namjoon’s scent hit me powerfully. He had taken off his hoodie for me.

“I’m sorry,” he said deeply. “I shouldn’t have said it that way. It’s a constant reminder that we can’t be ourselves whenever we want. Jungkook and Yuna did have a close call and it was a mess covering it up. Most of what I have, I’m grateful for. But every now and then I’m reminded of the negative attributes of being an idol.”

I could see and hear his own hurt. Even though I was well-known myself, my dating life was kept under the radar due to my own personal decisions. I was a private person who never confirmed or denied any of my relationships. But I never worried about any paparazzi taking pictures of me with my partner. If I was caught holding hands or kissing someone, I didn’t care. It didn’t affect my business. However, the same could not be said about Namjoon or any of the other guys. Our worlds, realities, and cultures differed in that aspect.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly to him, not knowing what else I could say.

He gave a small shrug. “It is what it is.”

I wanted nothing more than to stretch out my fingers to hold his hand. But we were still out in public. Several people were out that could still recognize us. I settled for taking a whiff of his sweater, making sure he saw me doing so.

The dimples on his face told me he understood me. He always understood me.

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I was the first to arrive on the red carpet before the guys, but eventually, they caught up to me.

Namjoon and I hadn’t seen each other beforehand. He had gotten ready at the hotel and I had gotten ready at home. However, we timed so we would arrive at the same time.

As I posed for photos, the guys made their way closer to me. Up at the very front of the line was a damn good-looking Kim Namjoon. He looked dashing in his grey suit and blond hair. As my eyes landed on his handsome facial features, I noticed his eyes roaming over my dress. It was a halter-top, flowy material that had a split along one of my legs. The split reached my upper thigh, almost my pelvic. It hugged and highlighted my best features: legs and chest. And the yellow material complimented my skin tone. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t kept Namjoon in mind while deciding on this outfit a while back ago.

Hearing my name being called out, I snapped me back to the present. I resumed posing and form the corner of my eye, I could see the guys starting to pose as well.

Once the round of photos had ended, I publicly greeted the guys at the first opportunity. We took a few photos together and continued on. Namjoon and I did our best to keep some distance between us.

While most of the time, I spent time doing solo interviews, there were multiple hosts who insisted on interviewing me with the guys. Many forgot we were friends and I had been living in Korea for the last two years. As soon as the media remembered, the guys and I were almost stuck at the hip for a handful of interviews.

As we were talking to one of the hosts, Hoseok had been asked a question. I tried to move back to allow Hoseok to get closer to the mic, but in so doing, I lost my footing. If I had been wearing normal shoes, I would have been able to balance, but I was wearing 5-inch heels. My arms shot up, trying to keep myself upright.

A warm set of hands caught me, keeping me from making a fool of myself in front of millions of people.

I looked up to find Namjoon’s hands on me. His instincts had kicked in. A look of worry on his face. “Are you hurt?” he asked with concern, keeping me steady, and searching me.

Other hands took my arm or held my back, ensuring I was safe.

I let out a nervous laugh. “That would have been embarrassing,” I said to the interviewer.

“Good thing these gentlemen were here to save you,” commented the interviewer. “Nice work, boys.”

“Thanks, guys,” I said. Hoseok and Jimin made sure I looked nice and steady before they let me go. Once they saw I was ok, they too let out a laugh.

“Wow,” said the interviewer. “They got really worried for you.”

Namjoon’s hands were still on me and the look of concern on his face still had not left.

He needed to stop—we were in public. There were dozens of cameras on us. I thought of something quickly to stop any fans and onlookers from reading too much into this. “They’re like my brothers, so they’re pretty protective. Very sweet.” I reached up and pinched Namjoon and Hobi’s cheeks.

Hobi giggled while Namjoon took his hands from me, getting the hint. Quickly, the conversation went elsewhere.

I hoped it worked.

The night continued without any other incident. I ended up winning the award I was up for. As I made my way up the stage with the singer I had created the song for, the guys stood up and cheered the loudest. It was very cute.

The guys went on to win plenty of awards themselves.

Finally, I was up for my least favorite part of the night: presenting.

Even though I was fine at meeting new people and thrived when I performed on stage, I always disliked getting in front of a group of strangers and presenting. While I knew most of the people in the audience, I wasn’t friends with them. They were colleagues and standing in front of all of them was not fun. It was anxiety really, just a dislike. And despite how much I hated it, goddamn Kim Taehyung managed to convince me to take this stupid job.

I was presenting the night’s most important category, which only made it more fun. Among the nominees were the guys which only added to the list of reasons why I didn’t want to do this.

Everyone in the industry knew I was close to them, so I was confident they would be winning. The night had been centered around them. They had won multiple times already. This would be the cherry on top of a record-breaking night for them. However, I was still hesitant to fully believe they would win.

After the last of the nominees had been announced, I got ready to announce the winner. “And the award goes to,” I tore open the paper and read the winner written on it. “BTS!” I cheered.

The fans went wild, of course.

All seven of them took a gracious bow and made their way over to the stage where I stood.

We were keeping social distancing for the awards, but I made sure to fist-bump every one of them at least. I'd hug them later when we were alone.

When I reached Namjoon, I could see him shaking with nerves. I took notice of how the others were wrapped around us, covering us from prying eyes and cameras. I took advantage of the window of opportunity. “Take a breath, baby,” I said under my breath so only he could hear.

His vision refocused as he looked at me. I gave him a smile and turned away.

I took my place off to the side, giving them center stage. Namjoon rubbed his hands together—a habit of his when he got too nervous or anxious—and took a breath as I had suggested, and made his way to the mic.

He stumbled his way into the half-remembered speech he had written and practiced numerous times. Even after all these years and the amount of success he had, he still got genuinely elated and surprised when they were rightly recognized. The beauty of his humbleness squeezed at my heart.

God, he was perfect. And damn me, because I was finding myself falling even deeper for him.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

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lewisvinga · 7 months

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mi reina | lando norris x latina! reader

summary; y/n’s success as a latina keeps growing and growing, especially after getting the lead of a new hit movie and lando is always there to praise her

fc; danna paola

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! when reader is latina >> also i just made up a movie bc i couldn’t think of one tbhhhh but can yall pls give me latina fcs bc i don’t wanna keep reusing the same ones 😣😣😣😣

masterlist !

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liked by landonorris, lilymhe, and others !

yourusername: a little bts from the godmother, thank you all for the love you’ve been showing me 🥹🥹🥹 los quiero a todos muchísimo [i love you all so much] ❤️❤️ don’t forget, the godmother is in theaters now!

landonorris: oh my

landonorris: mi novia [my girlfriend] is so gorgeous and talented 😍🤩🤩

yourusername: 🙈🙈

landonorris: WATCH HER MOVIE NOW.

username: we love a supportive bf liked by yourusername and landonorris !

username: MI REINAAA [my queen]

username: she ate w her role as maritza 😩😩

username: love u sm

lilymhe: YOU’RE SOOO AMAZINGG alex n i watched it twice in theaters already😭 we’re obsessed !!!

yourusername: so glad you enjoyed ☹️🩷🩷

alex_albon: i cried both times btw

yourusername: LMFAOOO

username: idk wether to be scared or turned on by maritza but y/n ate w her acting skills

alexandrasaintmleux: charles and i loved it! eres especial , y/n! [you’re special] 💗💗💗

yourusername: gracias alex🥹🥹

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liked by landonorris, carmenmmundt, and others !

yourusername: mi amorcito [my sweetheart] always sending my flowers even from miles away ❤️🥹 tqm🫶🫶 [ily]

tagged; landonorris

landonorris: the best flowers for the best actress always !

yourusername: lando ur too kind ☹️

landonorris: just telling the truth 😁😁😁😁

username: LA REINA DE LATINOAMÉRICA [the queen of latin america]

username:stoppp the bouquet is gorgeous

landonorris: just like her am i right 🤭

yourusername: omg lando 😩

username: she’s gorgeousss

username: he’s so bf coded

username: lando best bf iktr

carmenmmundt: gorgeous gorgeous girl🥹🥹 seeing the godmother again w george tonight 🙈🙈

yourusername: carrrmm🤭🤭

username: mis padres 🥹🥹🥹

username: i love them sm ur honor

username: how’d lando pull a bad bitch fr

landonorris: tbh i ask myself that everyday

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landonorris uploaded to their story !

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landonorris: so unbelievably proud of you, mi amor. winning your first oscar and breaking records by becoming the first latina to win best actress, is there anything you can’t do? te quiero mucho, siempre soy orgulloso de ti. ❤️ [i love you so much, i’m always proud of you]

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yourusername: mi landitoooooo, te quiero 🥹

yourusername: couldn’t have done it without you by my side 💗💗💗

landonorris: are you kidding? you would’ve done it anyways! you’re truly the best actress 🧡🧡

username: HES SUCH ASUPPORTIVE BF IM IN TEARSSS

username: paving the way for latina actresses iktr 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

oscarpiastri: congratulations, y/n!! lily and i were cheering so hard for you! liked by landonorris and yourusername !

georgerussell63: congratulations y/n!!🎉🎉 liked by landonorris and yourusername !

username: he made a whole post for her i’m🥹🥹🥹

username: i need a bf as supportive as lando fr

username: she’s barbie and he’s just ken!

username:the way she ate everyone up oooou

username: MOTHER IS MOTHERINGG

lilymhe: AHHH Y/N IM IN TEARS I’M SO PROUDDD liked by landonorris and yourusername !

alexandrasaintmleux: 🥹almost shed tears seeing y/n receive the award 💗 so prouddd liked by landonorris and yourusername !

carlossainz55: enhorabuena, y/n! 👏👏[congratulations] liked by landonorris and yourusername !

username: mi reina 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

username: no one’s gonna mention lando speaking spanish for her😩😩😩😩

username: hes dating a latina baddie he is legally required to

username: duhhh he’s dating la reina de latinoamérica 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️ [the queen of latin america]

landonorris: mi reina 😁😁 [my queen]

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #lando norris smau #lando norris x y/n #lando norris scenarios #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine

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wonhosmistress · 1 year

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(18+ Minors DNI)=(Fuck around and find out)

😈Smut ☁️Fluff 🏳️‍🌈LGBTQ+!reader/❌gn!reader 🧩Mentally/Physical Ill!reader ✨Latina/Hispanic!reader

Multi-Idol Series:

Aphrodisia:T1 & T2Prologue / Hyunjin Pt.1 /Hyunjin Pt.2

Most Recent:

S. Changbin x gn!reader (❌,🧩)

J. Wooyoung x gn!reader (❌,😈)

BTS:

Besos En Guerra //K.SJ

J. Hoseok x gn!reader (☁️,🏳️‍🌈)

Soft Hours

K.Hongjoong x gn!reader B.Chris(Bangchan) x gn!reader S. Changbin x gn!reader (🧩,☁️)

Hard Hours

M.Yoongi x afab!reader (🏳️‍🌈,😈 )

C.San x gn!reader (❌,😈 )

J. Wooyoung x gn!reader (❌,😈)

Non-Idol (Old Works)

Dad!Keanu Reeves*Halted

Prologue / 1 / 2

(Michael Langdon)

Sojourn!Michael Langdon*Halted

Prologue / 1 / 2

Outpost!Michael Langdon*Halted

1 & 2

You&I

Back To 1984

#ximes’ inferno #ximes’ 💭#sub!idol #sub!kpop #ximes' m.list #sub!idol x reader

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littlemessyjessi · 8 months

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Loving the requests! Keep them coming!

Accepting for BTS and SKZ with a female plus size reader.

I did get one for a trans reader that I love. It's on the list bc it may take time due to the concept of the request. I want to make sure I get it right. As I am not trans, I feel like I need a second opinion. I will be doing some research to know what the thought process might be like concerning the topic requested. I want to get it right. 💙

Also I'll be keeping reader's ethnicity neutral for now as I ease back into kpop. Just so I can focus on the writing and not get too particular at the moment. If you've been around for a while you know I get stuck on details and the next thing you know it's branched out into a full oc instead of a reader insert, lol. I guess maybe that's my autism? Idk ❤️

However, I did get a namjoon x Latina reader and that is still on the list.

I got some royalty au asks, some yandere asks, some subby asks, some daddy dom things. All are welcome! They go on the list and I make my way through them as I can.

So please keep them coming!

Love, K

#bts #skz #kpop #bangtan sonyeondan #stray kids #plus size reader #bts x plus size reader #skz x plus size reader

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hobicomeholla29 · 4 years

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Tolerance

Y/n when Jimin changes the channel: Dude!

Y/n when Jimin brings her flowers: Duuudee Oh my gosh! I love them! I love you!

Y/n calling Jimin when the food is ready: Dude! Come and eat or it'll get cold!

Jimin: Have you ever considered, that for once in our lifetimes I would love it if you called me babe, baby, honey, sugar or anything other than dude!?

Y/n: 😳 👉🏽👈🏽😔 I'm sorry....

Jimin: 🙄 it's o-

Y/n: ...dude 😚

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v-hope · 3 years

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quick, give me cute spanish words that would work as a fic title

#tryiing to come up with some for that guk x latina!reader drabbles series i mentioned a while ago #there was one i had liked but forgot to write it down and now i forgot 🧍🏻‍♀️#(also sorry to my brazilian latinas i promise oc will speak portuguese too but mainly spanish bc yeh 😔)#bts #bts imagines #jungkook imagines

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wocfics · 5 years

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Eyes Of An Angel

Part 2

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

JJK x Poc Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT. Idk why but this shit right here...whew

Word Count: 4.4k+

“Cute.” Jungkook clasped his hands together as he and the rest of the boys met up with their wives before heading to the award show. You were dressed in a short black dress, the back opened but extremely sheer and see through. As much as he didn’t like the idea that some other guy would look at you, he knew your style by now. You liked to feel comfortable knowing that you could wear what you wanted, within limits, around Jungkook. Your dress stopped a few inches above the knee and the front of the dress was bodycon like with a slight dip at the neck. Your hair was in it’s slicked up ponytail with a side part and you wore a pair of black red bottoms. A small wing liner and a brown lip, so it didn’t take away from the look and Jungkook wore black from head to toe, with his new haircut and dyed tips.

He kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand as you got into the vehicle to make your way to the event. The past few months, Jungkook came around more, he even had to let you know that your cooking was starting to mess with his diet but that was one of the first arguments that you two had gotten in. It’s not that you were trying to make him fat, but something about him being at the gym longer and coming home sweatier than he usually was, just did something to you. Of course other women would look at him, so it was safe to say that the other half of the reason was that you were in fact, trying to ruin his diet. You couldn’t help it.

He explained to you that you two were married and that as much as he loved when you would make Flan or Arepa, he had a diet he needed to stick to in order to keep up his figure. You’re only argument was that you wanted to make sure he was eating enough to keep up his energy, but he knew why you were doing it. In the end, you both ended up being pouty babies for a half hour before you caved in and apologized and now your punishment was to go to the gym with him every time he went, which sucked, a lot. You hated getting up early and he would make you both jog on the treadmill in the gym for a half hour.

Back in the car, you stared at the tattoos on the back of his hand while he spoke to Taehyung until they got to the venue. Once there, you had gotten out behind him and you took pictures together and as a whole group, you were already being seated.

You both kissed the back of each others hands when he was told to head backstage. You two both agreed that making out in public wasn’t it for you. The first time Jungkook kissed you was on accident when he was trying to wake you up in the morning. He was too close to your face and was gonna scare you until you quickly turned around and brushed lips with him in the process. Instead of freaking out he just simply pecked your lips before telling you to brush your teeth and you wanted to body slam him except for the fact that your body was sore from the workout the day before.

During BTS’ performance, you grinned the entire time, even though the cameras were panning over to you and the other women, you kept your eyes on the stage, dancing in your seat. You and Taehyung’s wife sat next to each other and chatted back and forth in between speeches. Throughout the show, you two had exchanged numbers and even agreed to meet up for coffee since the boys would be flying between here and the states.

After the show, you headed to the after party where most of the idols met up, drank, danced and chatted as well as some networking. You and Jungkook clung to each other the entire time, him moving around to chat with different people and introducing you while you kept your arms wrapped around his one. As the night progressed you saw Namjoon storming out with his wife in clutch and Jimin’s wife leaving in a hurry with Jimin on her heels, she looked upset and soon Jungkook was letting you know it was time to go. Finally. As much as you liked to mingle, you were ready to get out of these heels and dress and into some sweats and one of Jungkookg’s hoodies.

It felt good to step inside your home, kicking your shoes off and sighing heavily at the feel of your feet touching the floor. Jungkook undid his tie and cufflinks in the car on the way home and was now taking off his jacket and finally pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a long day so finally being able to relax and kiss as much as you wanted was a relief. He had both arms around your neck, smothering you into him while yours went around his waist. The kiss was moderate, him repeatedly pecking at your lips until you nipped at his bottom one and ran your tongue over it until he granted you access to his. He groaned into your mouth before pulling back and looking down at you. “You did a good job tonight.” You broke the silence and removed your hands from around him.

Although you two had been living together for the past three and a half months, he still wasn’t ready to have sex with you yet, he wanted it to be at a good time and considering their busy schedule, he always had something to do the next day which meant he was always tired.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he smiled. “Thank you. You looked beautiful tonight. Now, let’s get some sleep.” Yawning, he walked into the bedroom while you sighed heavily and tried not to sigh too loud from frustration. As much as you wanted to just jump his bones, you didn’t want to do that while he was still so tired from practice and recording. You had to be patient...even though it had been three months, it had to be worth it right?

After you and Jungkook had gotten ready for bed, you didn’t realize house tired you were until you instantly fell asleep a few minutes later. It had to be from both the sexual frustration and the events leading up to the award show. This lifestyle was more hectic than you thought and with their flight coming up in a month, you had to be ready to be home for a while without him. The first time you’d be in the apartment by yourself and to be honest, you were nervous.

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One Month Later.

Being alone in the apartment had its ups and downs, you invited Tae’s wife over more often and you two talked for hours on end about your passion for art and your husbands, Tae’s wife expressed how they wanted to start a family very soon already and you weren’t at all shocked. Seeing how her and Tae interacted with each other was adorable. They looked mysterious out in public but you could tell they were completely infatuated with each other just from how they looked at each other.

The only way to keep up with Jungkook while they were all in America was through text and Facetime. You noticed the photo the boys took with Ariana Grande and you had to roll your eyes because you knew she was Jungkook’s celebrity crush. Damn her and her cuteness she had over your husband. You made a mental note to stop wearing high ponytails after seeing the picture.

You did keep up with your workout routine even though you had to do it alone and getting up was hard without Jungkook there to literally drag you out of bed. Right now, you were in the middle of making a stir fry when you heard the door unlock and Jungkook coming in with suitcases and bags in tow. Rounding the corner, you leaped onto him, forgetting about cutting up the vegetables and wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up. You kissed all over his face, mumbling to him in Spanish about how much you missed him while he was away. It ended with you kissing his lips while he laughed at how antsy you were.

“I’m making some dinner, I know you’re hungry after that flight, don’t worry it’s healthy but...I did make some Pastelillos but only a few because I know you’re hungry.” His eyes lit up at the mention of food. “Let me take the bags in the room and change and I’ll come back out.” He gave you a final kiss before disappearing into the room. Tonight had to be the night, he was happy to see you, and you finished up dinner, besides, you were wearing lingerie under the pajama shorts and oversize shirt you had on. A black lace bra and matching panties that had a little bow on the front. The bra had satin ribbon that you wrapped around your midsection and tied in the front as if you were a present.

After he sat down at the table and ate with you, talking about his tour, he jumped right to it. “We were rehearsing for the Grammys and that’s how we took the photo with Ariana. She was so sweet and kind, she gave us all hugs and said she loved my voice when I sang.” He was grinning from ear to ear and you hated it and where this conversation was going. Standing up to clear the table while he spoke, you straddled over his lap and sat down, facing him and kissing him before he pulled away after a while and patted your hips. “I have to get up early for rehearsals for the tour. I’ll have some days off next week.” He whispered. You peeled off your top and leaned back to let him see you, he looked down and back up at you. “Y/N...please wear this again when everything is right. The flight was exhausting and as much as I would love to, rip all of this off of you, I don’t have the energy.” He watched your face drop and your eyes lower before covering yourself with the shirt and nodded.

He didn’t want you to be upset and he could tell that you were. Rolling your eyes, you remove yourself from on top of him and clear your throat. “You should go and get ready for bed now, so you can get enough sleep for tomorrow.” Putting the shirt back on, you walked into the kitchen to put everything up. Jungkook rubbed his face and sighed while standing up. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You know that right?” He asked. You shrugged and went to clean the dishes. “Jungkook, go to bed. It’s fine.” You glanced at him over your shoulder before returning to the dishes in the sink. Of course you were upset, and admittedly a little jealous. All you wanted was to show him how much you missed him but he spent all of his energy talking about his trip that he practically had none left for you.

You knew it had nothing to do with the way you looked, you were always confident about your appearance, you knew he was tired all the time but you just wished he had some time for one on one time that was way overdue.

After turning off the lights in the kitchen, you walked into the bedroom to see Jungkook peacefully sleeping under the comforter. You noticed the suitcases that were still packed and shrugged, not wanting to put his stuff away that he could do himself. He could get Ariana Grande to do it for all you cared. Taking off your pajamas to remove the lingerie underneath, you tossed it into the hamper and put your shorts and shirt back on and climbed into the bed. Jungkook immediately cuddled up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

The next couple of days were spent with you not saying more than a few sentences to Jungkook. You woke up earlier than him to get a workout in and handed him his lunch on his way out. He knew you were still upset about the other night, which he had to talk to you about because he did not like tension.

The pressure was building up all week, luckily he was coming home so late that you were already asleep so you couldn’t talk about it. It wasn’t until one day, during his first day off, you came back from working out to him leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Rolling your eyes, you went to take your shower and washed your hair, leaving it down to dry and pulled on sleep shorts and another oversized shirt when he came walking into the room.

“Y/N, seriously? This attitude you have needs to stop, you’re getting worked up over nothing and it’s been going on all week. I know you’re mad at me but this is getting ridiculous.” He spoke. Putting the brush down after brushing through your hair, you placed a hand on your hip. “If it bothers you so much then go tell Ariana Grande.” You pushed past him to go and get some water. “Pequeña cola de caballo con perra.” You mumbled while grabbing a water bottle.

Jungkook went to his phone to translate what you said. ‘Little ponytail wearing bitch’ was what was brought up and he growled before stalking out towards you. “Y/N! This has nothing to do with her. Why are you so jealous all the time? Of Ari?” You paused mid drink and narrowed your eyes at him. “Wow. Ustedes dos deben ser mejores amigos para que le den un apodo!” You laughed and shook your head. “Whatever Jungkook. Go be with your celebrity crush that you talk about all the time. I’m sure she’ll be enough for you to want to take your pants off for.”

Sighing in frustration, Jungkook gave up and lost his temper. “OH MY GOD Y/N GET OVER IT. I DON’T LIKE HER LIKE THAT AND YOU BEING JEALOUS IS STARTING TO PISS ME OFF. YOU DON’T THINK I GET MAD WHEN YOU HAVE ON LOW CUT SHIRTS AND SHORT SHORTS WHEN YOU GO WORK AT THE BAR SOMETIMES?! GET REAL! JUST BE QUIET AND TALK TO ME IF IT’S BOTHERING YOU, YOU KNOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING WHEN YOU SPEAK SPANISH.” He never raised his voice like that and you just paused, staring at him.

For some reason he was way more attractive now than you ever saw him before. Something about him asserting dominance made your knees slightly weak and your insides heat up. You bit your lips as you watched him, his chest rising up and down after his outburst. He was staring at you too. “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, walking past him when he caught your arm and quickly backed you into the wall near your bedroom. His large hand gripped both sides of your jaw and brought his lips down to yours in a heated kiss.

Anger was still boiling inside of you, but that didn’t stop your hands from reaching out to tug on his shirt, forcing him to press his entire body into yours. “I’ll make you talk.” He grumbled into your mouth, forcing his tongue past your lips to seek out your own. Your eyes closed but your eyebrows were still pulled together in frustration. His hands moved from your face down to the collar of your shirt and in one swift motion, he effortlessly ripped it into shreds, a gasp escaping your parted lips. “You ripped my shirt!” You bit his lip and he growled, pulling you away from the wall and slapped your ass, lifting you up at the same time and wrapping your legs around his waist. “It was my shirt, anyways.” He pressed you back into the wall again.

Moving his lips down to your neck and biting the flesh there, leaving purple bruises over your neck and collarbone. “Don’t start something you can finish, Jungkook.” You breathed out, looking down when he pulled away from your chest and stared up at you with those big brown eyes of his. “Now you have something to say huh? Such a brat.” He carried you into the room and tossed you onto the bed, landing on your back. You scoffed and sat up, falling back down when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed.

“Who the fuck are you talking to? You can’t call me that.” You shoved him and he smirked, pulling off his shirt and stalking over to you, pinning you down on the bed with your hands on either side of you. “You’ve been stressing me out all week, ignoring me and rolling your goddamn eyes and now you want to speak?” Your eyes glanced down towards his upper half, and he cocked an eyebrow at you, going back to attach his lips to your upper chest, brushing his thumbs over your already hard nipples.

Keeping your hands on either side of your body, you stared down at him, keeping your bottom lip between your teeth even as he pulled off your shorts while making his way down your body. How was he making you angry and turned on all at the same time? You had never seen him this riled up before and if you were honest, it was beyond sexy.

His lips moved back over your chest once again, sucking each nipple into his mouth one at a time, twisting the other between his fingers when his mouth wasn’t on it. You sighed heavily, wanting him to do more, you hated teasing. As if he could read your thoughts, he trailed his kisses down your torso, nipping at the side of your waist while looking up at you as you tsked at him.

Spreading your legs apart, he stood up and looked down at your dripping wet core, you suddenly feeling self conscious. You tried to close your legs but he was stronger than you and kept them open, chuckling at your attempt. “Don’t even think about it. This is what you wanted, baby.” His voice huskier as he groped your inner thigh, immediately placing his thumb onto your swollen clit and began rubbing it, lowering himself down on his knees.

Your eyes widened before closing at his touch, sending a light chill up your spine. The moan that left your lips surprised you, your eyes darting open and your head snapping down at Jungkook between your legs, his lips attached your pussy, making out with it and rolling his tongue over your clit. “Fuck..” You pushed his hair from his forehead, locking eyes with him as he bore into yours. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pressed his tongue into your clit more, moving it down to prod at your entrance, loving the sounds that were coming from you as he closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction.

Your body shivered, heating up from the pleasure he was bringing you. Sliding two fingers into your dripping hole, he sucked your clit into his mouth while slowly sliding his fingers in and out of you, your back arching and you hissing from the stretch. “You’re gonna make me come…” You groaned, moving your hands up to grip the blanket beneath you. He pumped his fingers faster, moaning against your pussy as your own wetness made it easier for his fingers to glide back and forth, the squelching noises from his fingers being inside of you making him work that much harder. “Oh baby, you’re so tight...you gonna come already?” He moved back to flick his tongue rapidly over your clit, a louder moan leaving you as you rolled your hips into his face.

You were so close, he just needed to keep going at the pace he was going, his fingers and his tongue working in unison to bring you to your high until it was ripped away from you when he removed both his mouth and his fingers. You cursed and glared down at him.

He kissed your inner thighs, pulling down his sweats and standing up, wiping your juices from his mouth and leaning over you to kiss you, sliding you tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself on his lips. “Flip over.” He demanded and stood back up, watching you turn over onto your stomach and onto your knees. He grinned and began kneading your ass, getting onto the bed behind you and spreading your cheeks apart, guiding his dick between your folds and quickly thrusting into you.

Hissing, you folded your arms and rested your head against them, squeezing your eyes shut at the slight burn he brought from the girth of his cock. He wasted no time in gripping your hips tightly and setting a brutal pace, huffing and keeping your ass cheeks spread apart, watching you suck him in each time he pulled out. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, fingers gripping and twisting the blanket in your hands as your hair fell into your face. You flipped it back and grunted when he grabbed a fistful. He made the sweetest noises you had never heard any man make before. His fingers digging into your hips as he continued to piston his hips into yours.

“Make me come...please...Kookie…” You whimpered, shocking yourself with what you were saying. He moaned at your words, letting your hair go and placing his hand back on your hip, making your legs spread even more which allowed him to go deeper. “Oh baby...fuck.” He slapped your ass, the sting causing you to bury your face in the blankets as he continued leaving hand prints all over your bottom, knowing you’d feel it the next day. It only added to the pleasure you felt building up.

His hips smacking into your ass at the speed he was going, jerking your body back and forth, had you tightening around him. He could feel you doing this and grunted, tossing his head back. Your moans got higher and higher, your legs trembling. “K-keep going, j-ju-just like that. I’m coming...oh fuck.” You squealed, squeezing your eyes shut and rocking your hips back into him as you climaxed, wanting him to reach his high as well. Feeling you flutter around his cock, he looked down, holding you up as you almost collapsed. “Oh...shiiiit.” He dropped down on top of you as your legs straightened out, pumping you full of his seed as he breathed into the back of your neck, his chest covering your back.

You closed your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips as you felt him fill you up. He was heavily breathing into your hair, nuzzling his forehead into you before sitting up and pulling out of you. “Don’t move.” He breathed out, walking into the bathroom and coming back with a warm cloth. You turned you around to clean you up and went back into the bathroom to splash his face with cold water.

You laid on your back, watching him walk around the room to grab the clothes that were thrown while he was still naked. He was about to put on a pair of shorts and you cleared your throat. “Stay just like that and cuddle me.” Your voice was a little hoarse. He winked at you and went to get you both two glasses of water. When he returned, you took a glass from him and drank half of it before placing it on the table by the bed.

Placing his glass down, he moved over to you and rested his head on your chest, rubbing soothing circled over your waist and hip. You pressed your cheek to his forehead and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, for acting like such a brat and being a jealous wife. You were just so happy talking about Ariana Grande that all I saw was red.” You looked down at him when he shifted to look up at you. His turn to hold you, he wrapped his arms around you and softly kissed your lips. “Y/N, the boys hate when I bring up your name in any conversation. I talk about you more than anything and anyone. Yeah, Ari is a nice girl but I don’t look at her the way I look at you, okay? You’re beautiful, stubborn but smart.”

He looked at the bruises on your neck from him and grinned. “Do you really get upset at the way I dress when I go to work?” You asked and he chewed on his lip while shrugging. “Depends on what you wear but I’m not going to tell you how to dress, especially if you were already dressing like that but, I know how guys are, I want to be the only one seeing you in those kinds of clothes.” He was jealous, you could tell. Possessive but not to the point of trapping you in the house.

“How about we go shopping later on this week and you can help me pick out some work clothes. I have to make tips so maybe something cute instead of super sexy.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do-”

“I’m doing it for us, Kookie. I don’t want anyone questioning you about me because of the way I dress, okay? You’re important to me.” You snuggled into his arms and stared across the room at the window. “It’s still morning time. Are you hungry?” You asked. Upon asking that, you heard his stomach growling and laughed while sitting up. “Come on, I’ll make something healthy. I know you have a comeback to look nice for.” You spoke while throwing on one of his shirts and putting your hair up in a bun.

He followed you out into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on top of your head. “I’ll help cook. I’ll make some smoothies.” He turned you around and cupped your face gently between his hands and placed sweet kisses on your lips. “I could just eat you all day.” He spoke against your lips. You hit his chest and moved into the kitchen. “Such a perv.” You laughed while he wiggled his brows.

This was going to be a long day.

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You, I Want You (KTH/Latina Reader | 3 parts)

Chapter 1: You, I want you

Warnings: Sex & alcohol : reference to mental health struggles (anxiety, depression): Cheating/Separated

**Reader Insert** (Noona love)

You weren’t exactly sure why you were here. At first you told yourself it wasn’t a big deal, you're still young. You often told yourself, ‘so what if you're not a traditional college student, you're in a masters program’ . Your classmates often commented they never thought you were older than 25. But their youthful and single club shenanigans were a constant reminder that you were 8-10 years older. You were the only one with a child and the second married person in the class. Yet for some reason they insisted on you coming with them. You had been with them plenty of times to have a drink after late night classes but that was different than going to a club. You had told them “no” everytime, yet this time they were not willing to take no for an answer. Now here you were trying to get an amaretto sour at the local hot spot, Club Posh. Your patience was thinning you knew you were getting ignored by the female bartenders. Gone where your young days when you would have flashed a confident grin and charmed your way to the front and even earned free drinks from the female bartenders. You had lost your light, lost your way, lost who you are inside. Who could blame you, if they only knew what heartbreak you had gone through. Your soul felt crushed.

You were ready to give up, tired of getting ignored, willing to just pick up wine from the store and head home. That was until you felt someone brush up against you, then the sudden warmth of breath on your ear, followed by a hand to your waist right at the small of your back.

“Looks like you could use some help? What is it you want?” You knew that voice well. Your breath hitched and a shiver traveled down your spin, tingles pooling at the pit of your abdomen. You turn slightly towards the voice catching the nearness of their side profile. Pointed round nose, chiseled jawline, soft black curls framing their eye and tip of their ear. Your lips inches from their cheek. You unconsciously swallow followed by licking your lips. You knew you were in trouble.

‘You, I want you’ , your mind was slowly unhinging. The words nearly bursting out of your lips. You faced forward, keeping your unhinging thoughts at bay.

“I--um, I wan--ted, an amaretto sour.”. Another lick of your lips and reflexive swallow.

“Ah, that’s a good cocktail, let me help you.”, he makes eye contact with you, flashing you that confident boxy sexy smile that has been known to distract you class quite often. This time you bite at your lip nervously and nod unable to do anything else. He leans in one more time, “Stay here”. You only nod in agreement.

You watched as he quickly made his way to the bar. Watching his animated talk, the female bartender who was ignoring you previously was providing him with her full attention even using her arms to push up her cleavage as she flirtatiously leaned over the bar.

You watched their interaction. He was something , confident, playful and sexy. You haven't seen him this way ever, till now. To be exact, he was always emanating confidence with a sexy aurora just by existing or doing the bare minimum but seeing his flirtatious charm was a first.

You felt yourself picking at your nails in nervousness. The growing sensation of feeling insecure was starting to spill out. You were losing your nerve.

‘I shouldn’t be here, I don’t belong. What the hell am I doing, I’m the only one here other than him’ . You wondered why the girls were not here yet. Your heartbeat quickens and you felt the panic start to build in the pit of your stomach.

‘He probably feels sorry for me, this is embarrassing’ , frequent critical self hating thoughts raced through your mind. You glanced down at what you were wearing a grimace forming or your lips. You look towards the entrance feeling ready to dart to the exit.

‘You look like an old cougar trying too hard to look sexy, how could you wear that hideous outfit’ , You pulled at the strap of your form fitting, deep green one sleeve tank top with a plunging v line. Your eyes landing at your exposed cleavage. Yes, you felt very exposed and self conscious. You pulled at your cascading locks of hair attempting to hide your shoulders and some of your cleavage.

‘What the hell were you thinking, you're a mom you can’t wear something like this. You're not even sexy anymore’. It was all too much, you just couldn’t silence the bartering words in your head. That's when you decided to turn and walk towards the exit.

“Hey where are you running off too, I have our drinks”. You stopped at a quarter turn and faced him. A smile on his lips illuminated his face. You were frozen ‘why was he being so kind’, you wondered to yourself, ‘pity’ was all you could hear ringing in your ear.

“Oh, thank you so much. oh wow, that’s some talent there, holding two drinks in each hand and that’s a lot of amaretto…. hereletmegiveyoumoney”, The words spilled out jumbled in your nervousness. You take two glasses out of his hand, your fingers skimming over his. His skin soft and supple, not rough like yours.

“No way! I am not letting you pay for drinks tonight. You deserve to have fun and let loose! And not really talent, I was just fortunate to be born with big hands and loooong fingers.” He flashes you his free hand wiggling his fingers. Another unintentional hard swallow and nibble of your bottom lip escaping you as your eyes stayed glued to his waving fingers. Oh yes, you had noticed those hands and long nimble fingers since day two of classes. He was your escape from your life of pain, sorrow and regret. He was a wonderful distraction from deep rooted hopelessness that you masked with laughter and your outgoing personality. You were ashamed to admit you imagined often what those hands and fingers could do to you.

“Thank you, that's really sweet of you, I’ll get the next round”, you say followed by chasing down your drink quickly as possible.

“Woah, someone is out to have a really good time tonight and I can't wait to see it (grinning) and I said no, I got the hook up with Lacey back there and besides I told you, I’m not letting you pay for any drinks tonight, with or without a hook up”. He cocked his head to the side raising one prominent eyebrow, as in daring you to defy him. His stern look melted away to a smile as you yourself could not help but smile shly in return. You were touched by his kindness but also felt slight embarrassment, the critical voices in your head battle for dominance. You start on your second drink and decide getting tipsy might be a good idea in order to calm your nerves. You were going to need some shots. You glanced towards the bar studying this Lacey, she was beautiful and seemed to be around the same age as him. You did not have one doubt in your mind about his story. You were sure she offered him free drinks for the night in hopes of something in return. You smiled flatley, ‘what I would give to be her right now, I’d give him anything he wanted’ you told yourself letting out sigh. You turn to him but avoid eye contact.

“Free drinks huh? Wow, lucky you and she’s hot. Looks like someone might get lucky…” You say as you reach out to playful swat his arm, yup, you were definitely feeling more comfortable. You let your hand linger a little too long feeling the firmness of his muscle underneath your touch. He brings his glass to his lips taking a drink, your hands standing still moving with his movement. His eyes peer over his glass making eye contact with you and holding your gaze.

“Na, she’s not my type. And...I have my eyes set on someone else...” His eyes lingering and locked with yours, you felt your face flush under his intense gaze, ‘who could it be, could it be possible, me? ’ He breaks eye contact and peers over your shoulder as you hear a loud high pitched familiar voice.

“Tae Hyung! I’m so glad you're here!” her squeal was shrill, she shouldered passed you and wrapped her arms around him. You instantly felt your heart sink, ‘what was I thinking? I'm that buzzed already that I would even think he is referring to me, an unattractive cougar with a kid’. You let out a small laugh, laughing at the audacity that you would even rometly think he would even consider you worthy of a drunk fuck. You needed to get away from him. He was just too intoxicating and you were starting to feel the effect of the alcohol yourself. You knew you would embarrass yourself around him the more you drank. You turned on your heels, your eyes resting on the club entrance once again. The voices in your self conscious mind swirling. You take a step forward in hesitation, leaving them standing in a lover's embrace.

‘That’s right, you don’t belong, no one really wants you, not even your husband, look at you, that’s why he did what he did to you.’

‘Fuck, not that’ , you curse yourself. Panic fills your lungs as you freeze feeling loooong fingers wrapping around your wrist. ‘What are you doing, please don’t’, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, where are you going Y/N, trying to run away on me again?” His fingers still circling your wrist holding you back. You stood still thinking of what to say, his touch was grounding nearly hypnotic.

‘Run away? That’s what I most certainly should do but you trapp every time with your captivation’

“What? Run away? I don’t think so unless using the bathroom is considered running away and what would I be running from?” You felt a wave of confidence wash over you taken back by your own question.

“I’m not exactly sure but my gut says you're running from my unrelenting charms”. He follows with another raise of his eyebrow. He was right about his unrelenting charms and needing to get as far from his as possible but a smile formed on your lips. As you turn to face him full on and draw your wrist from his grasp you let out a slight scoff to mask any nervousness you still might be emanating.

“Unrelenting charms that work on barely legal girls not grown educated confident women such as myself. Thus, I’m not running from you Kim Tae Hyung.” You flashed him a grin. Your eyes searched for Amanda, who stood feet away nearly gawking at the two of you. You were not sure why, but You loved that she seemed flustered by what she saw.

“Here’s my other empty glass, I’ll be back”. A wide smile spread across his lips lighting up even his eyes. He seemed surprised and pleased with your response, letting out a soft chuck.

“Cheeky and I like it. Are you ready for a few more? Or would you like something different?” Him still grinning at you.

“Ya I’ll take two more of...oh just surprise me”.

“Tae Hyung, I want two as well of whatever you both are having….” Amanda standing only inches behind him, slipping her arm in the space of his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. Neither you or him had noticed when she had moved so close. You quickly spun around making your way to the bathroom. You did not want to see their interactions any longer.

‘Keep it together y/n’, you told yourself. ‘Where is the group?’ you wondered as he neared the bathroom.

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Chapter 2: Love in the Club

Tae Hyung and Y/N move their two person party from the Club to somewhere else. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, smut.

Playlist:

Waist it on me

Mi Gente by J Balvin played

X {equis) by Nicky Jam & J. Balvin

Calma- Pedro Capo & Farruko

Love in the Club- Usher

As you neared the bathroom you saw your good friend Cristine and her boyfriend Jimin along with Tiffany and her boyfriend Yoongi. You also saw Hoesok and NamJoon, who were friends with Yoongi and Jin. Jin a classmate along with you. Then there was Leti and Veronica from class along with them. This was your group. You loved how accepting and supportive they were of you. You also loved how diverse your group was, koroean, black, philipino and latinos.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! I’m so happy you are here I almost thought you weren’t coming!!!” Cristine squeals, taking you into her arms. You smile brightly, this is what you needed and wanted to distract you from your troubles. You greet the rest of the group with hugs.

“Babe what do you and Y/N want to drink…” Jimin turned to you and Cristine.

“I’m good thank you.” You respond.

“I don’t think so girl, we are treating you tonight, drinks are on us. This is a special occasion, you never come clubbing with us!!”. You smiled at the two of them, your heart filled with love. They were such great friends even if they were 6-7 years younger than you.

‘Everyone is so determined to buy my drinks. Fuck it, I’m going to get trashed tonight!’ You made the revelation that you were going to have fun and tell that critical voice in your head to ‘shut the fuck up’. You are determined not to let your anxiety get in the way of having fun, not tonight.

“Ok. I’ll have whatever you're having! Oh wait nevermind. Maybe the next round or something because Tae hyung is at the bar buying me a drink right now”.

“Oh, no big deal. I'm still buying you a drink y/n and I will keep them coming”. You smiled at Jimin.

“Thank you--” you couldn't finish your sentence due to being pulled away by Cristine to the bathroom.

“Ok guys we are using the ladies room and will find you guys by the bar!”. Leti and Veroncia followed behind you and Cristine.

BATHROOM:

“Y/N you look beautiful! That top is sexy, look at that cleavage, girl display them proudly cause you got some nice tits! And those skinny jeans and heels, girl I’d want to take you home If I liked girls!” You blushed slightly.

“Thanks, cristine. I needed to hear that I feel so weird being here and….”

“Shh that will be enough of that! You are here to have fun, get treated right and maybe get laid!”.

“What! Get laid, are you crazy, I only been separated for 2 months and I-I-never been with anyone else…besides Jack--.”

“Besides who? The asshole!!! Fuck him. I don't want to hear about him. I will support you in whatever you decide tonight laid or not. “ You both giggled and Veronica and leti join in.

“Yes that pinche cabron!” Veronica spits out as you laugh with her. [Trans: Fucking Bastard]

“Y que se come verga!” Leti chiming in. [trans: and eat dick.]

“Yes what they said!” Cristine laughs. You couldn't be more happy. As everyone finishes in the restroom and starts walking out, Cristine holds you back.

“Tae Hyung is here huh? And he bought you a drink? That was nice of him…” Cristine comments, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Don’t give me that look Cristine. It was nothing. He bought Amanda a drink too….”

“Uhhh… Amanda? That bitch is so clingy…Y/N… I've been noticing the way Tae looks at you….”

“Stop right there…your crazy…he’s just a really sweet, funny, smart, caring guy….”

“Oh is that all? Just all those amazing traits not to mention he is fine as hell! Next next to Jimin of course---and he seems to….”

“Cristine, let's get out of this bathroom….” Your attempt to end the conversation.

“I’m just saying that I’ve noticed how he looks at you. And whenever you're late to class he always asks me where you are and if you're ok. Even when you're absent, he seems a little down….and why not have a little fun? What’s the harm in….”

“Cristine, I’m like 7 years older than him…and you're making something out of nothing…come on let's go get those drinks….” Your last attempt to change the subject.

“Ok, Ok, let's drink and dance!”

You were relieved to get out of the bathroom with her but your heart was still fluttering replaying her words in your mind.

‘I’m just saying that I’ve noticed how he looks at you. And whenever you're late to class he always asks me where you are and if you're ok. Even when you're absent, he seems a little down….’

You had no idea that he would ask about you. A smile formed on your lips. He really is a nice guy. You made your way back to the bar with Cristine. You saw that the group had found Tae Hyung and Amanda. Amanda, still standing as close as possible to Tae hyung giving the impression they were together, at least from your perspective. Tae was smiling brightly and chatting with the group. His eye caught yours, his lips spreading into an even bigger smile as he lifted both hands into the air displaying 4 shot glasses.

‘He waited, Why is he so perfect, it kills me’, you thought to yourself.

The song blaring in the club was “Waste It On Me”. You loved that song, but definitely needed some shots to feel comfortable dancing. As arrived at the group Tae handed you your shots. Jimin handed Cristine hers and also handed you another shot mix. The group laughed with all the drinks in your hand.

“Woah, someone is getting wasted tonight!”, Nam joon replied, winking at me. Tae raised his shots in the air in your direction as you both took one shot after another. Tae grimaced as you kept a straight face downing your tequila shots. You finished with your green tea shot and handed your glasses to Tae Hyung, turned to face the dance floor just as the song Mi Gente by J Balvin played. You loved this song. You were happy that this was a club that plays all genres of music. The alcohol took on its effects quickly, now you were feeling wild and free as you used to feel all the time.

“Damn, Y/N you can really handle your liquor. Impressive---Tae not so much”. Yoongi comments as the group laughs. You, Cristine, Leti and Veronica start dancing to the song, you weaving your hips in seductive figure eights with your fingers laced into your hair. Ah yes, the sweet sweet drum beats and reggaeton rhythms taking over your body. You were in your element. You alternated between figure eights, body rolls and hip hop moves. You were definitely feeling yourself and losing yourself in the music, the liquor egging you on. You had not turned loose like this in several years. You felt like a wild tiger set free from it’s cage now in its natural element. For the first time in a long time you felt confident and sexy.

POV: 3rd Person for Kim Tae Hyung

He watched her as she moved her body in ways he had only imagined. He knew she had it in her. He had watched and observed her in class, during after class bar meet ups and project meetups. She was smart, funny, kind, thoughtful and outgoing. To him she was beautiful in every way. He was ecstatic to say the least when he saw her at the club. He only came because he had heard she had agreed to come and hoped that he would find her here. He just wanted to be near her as much as possible. She was addictive, his vice, his weakness and what made him mad with want. He wanted to be her shield and protector. He didn’t care that she was older, he didn’t care that she had a kid and he could care less that she technically was still married. It was only a technicality, they were separated now. He was a scumbag who didn’t deserve her as far as he was concerned.

Flashback: POV: Tae Hyung

I heard her cell ring and watched her eyes roll when she saw who it was but she chose to ignore it. The phone kept ringing over and over. She finally stood grabbing her phone and excusing herself from the table.

“I’ll be right back…”

About 10 or so minutes went by, and I just couldn’t wait any longer. I excused myself and told them I needed to get something from my car. I walked out into the parking lot searching for her and that’s when I spotted her in the car her windows cracked. I could hear her crying. I stayed in a spot where she couldn’t see me. I felt wrong for intentionally eavesdropping on her but I was glad I did.

“No! Don’t come here. You can’t do this to me anymore. We are separated. You can't force me to anything anymore! No you can’t just keep her to try and punish me. Jackson, don’t. Ok! Ok! I’m coming.”

I watched as her cries turned to weeping. She wiped her tears, buckled up and left. The following day was the evening to start on our group project. When I arrived at Cristine and Jimins apartment I asked where she was, he motioned that she was with Cristine and that they were having a girl talk.

When she came out of Cristine's room. I saw her rolling down her sleeve quickly but it was too late. I saw the bruises, a trail leading from her wrist up her forearm. Her lip slightly bruised and busted. My heart broke, she didn’t deserve this, she deserved to be loved and adored. And slowly over time I felt myself wanting to be that person to her.

[Flashback ended]-Present Club start / POV: 3rd person for Tae Hyung

He was enjoying watching her dance, she was enticing. He ensured himself to pregame before arriving at the club because he wanted to be disinhibited and free of self conscious restraint. He wanted to be relentlessly charming and flirtatious with her. He wanted to make it known to her that he wanted her. He could only hope that she wanted him too and in order to find out he needed to be restraintless. And when it was all said and done, if she rejected him, none of it mattered because he was also set in making her have the best night of her life no matter what. He wanted to be the reason she had a great time.

He watched as she continued to deliciously roll her body to the music. She was an amazing dancer.

“Damn, Y/N is getting it. It's hard to believe she is married and a mom when I’m seeing her like this.” Nam Joon comments to Jin and Hoesok.

“Actually she is separated…” the words slip out of Tae Hyungs mouth as he winces instantly regretting letting that slip out. That was personal information and was something that she had shared with him. ‘Fucking alcohol is working’ he chided himself.

“I thought she might be single since I overheard Cristine the other day tell her she needed to put herself out there…when I was over at their house and she was there giving us batcha dance lessons. I’m glad you confirmed this Tae Hyung…excuse me…boys…” Hoesok comments as he starts to sway his hips more to the music dancing his way towards Y/N.

You watched as he expertly gilded himself behind her swaying his body matching her rhythm, wrapping one arm around her waist and his other arm mirroring the arm that hand her fingers laced in her hair.

She responded to his touch without looking back. Placing one hand on top of the hand on her waist and resting her head back in the crook of his neck. He was spooning her perfectly, their bodies rocking and grinding together effortlessly. She turned her face slightly as Tae caught her side profile, her face display pure ecstasy. It was driving Tae Hyung mad. He continued glaring at the two of them trying to hide his jealousy. Jimin grabs Cristine taking her out to the dance floor as Nam joon grabs Leti and Jin grabs Veronica. The song switching to another latin jam. (X {equis) Nicky Jam & J. Balvin. ) He watched as Hoseok guided y/n while still dancing to the dance floor. Y/N grinding her ass hard into Hoseok. Amanda grabbing Tae Hyungs hand dragging him to the dance floor, his eyes still glued to Y/N and Hoseok.

Y/N turning her head to the right, catching Tae Hyung's intense gaze on her, her hand stroking the side of Hoseok's face. Tae couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, neglecting Amanda twerking. Her eye’s growing wide at the sight of Tae Hyung. She careens her head towards Hoseok seeming to be taking him in for the first time. Smiling shyly at him and slowing down her dancing.

“Hoseok…I’m sorry I didn’t know who it was…”, Hoseok smiling and still swaying with her.

“Hey baby girl, I don’t know who you thought I was but you can definitely keep doing what you are doing…” a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled her tightly between his legs. She glances at Tae again, Hoseok following her graze. Amanda is still grinding away at him, as he barely responds to her keeping his eyes on Y/N not noticing or caring that Hoseok is watching the interaction taking place. Y/N looks away. The song changes. Hoseok takes Y/N by the hand and guides her to the side of the dance floor and near the bar. Tae Hyung instantly follows, leaving Amanda on the dance floor.

“Hey, are you ready for another drink? I know I am.” Tae asks, grabbing Y/N free hand.

“Hey Tae, I got her…” Hoseok nods to Tae Hyung. Tae Hyung licks his lips in irritation.

“Ok.” Tae responds but follows the pair to the bar leaving Amanda behind.

“What do you want Y/N?”

“I’ll just have what you are having, Hoseok…” She smiles warmly at him and steals a quick glance at Tae hyung who is flirting with Lacy the bartender. Meanwhile Hoseok is still waiting to be attended to.

“Y/N here, 1 amaretto sour and 1 green tea shoot”. He hands her the drinks.

“Thank you…” Hoseok glares at Tae Hyung.

“Hey Tae I told you I got her…”, he says, his voice tense.

“Well, I was the one taking care of her before you even got here and promised to keep them coming right y/n?”. Tae squaring up to Hoseok.

“That’s true and thank you for that…what is up with everyone trying to buy my drinks. Why is everyone just trying to get me drunk? Are you guys planning something?” Laughter spilling from her mouth, she was past buzzed. She took the two drinks from Tae’s hand.

“Here’s to getting drunk and dancing troubles away!” She clanked her drink with Tae’s and chugged it followed by the green tea shot. Hoseok considered the situation and his options. He could see it in Tae’s eyes, he was so obvious that he wanted her but still wasn’t drunk enough to make a move. He also was aware of the way Y/N looked at him on the dance floor. He decided it wasn’t worth a fight tonight and set his eyes on Amanda who was desperate for attention.

“Ok, Y/N Tae’s taking care of you tonight, I respect that, I’ll have to wait till I can have you for myself” he winked at her. Tae puffed up wanting to pounce on Hoseok for his comment but decided to let it go. He ordered two drinks and headed towards Amanda. Tae finished his drinks as well and felt embolden as the songs changed again. Here was his opportunity.

POV: 2nd Person Y/N

You were past the point of buzzed but not yet drunk. You finished your drinks with Tae Hyung still thinking how you were grinding on Hoseok thinking it was Tae Hyung the entire time. Even standing in his presence you couldn’t keep from imaging grinding on him and that's when one of your favorite songs blarred in the club. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

Love in this Club- Usher

He entwined his fingers within yours pulling you gently yet briskly to the dance floor, was he as eager as you? When you reached the dance floor it felt literally as if all other individuals had faded away and it was only you and the lights dimmed a spotlight on the two of you. You turned your hips swiveling into the space between his legs, rolling your ass as hard as possible onto his dick. As soon as you pressed against it you felt it was already hard.

“I want to see you…” he whispered in a sultry sweet warm breath into your ear, spinning you effortlessly around to face him. Positing you perfectly with one leg in between your legs, his thigh pushing up the lips of your aching core. You bit your bottom lip wishing you were wearing a skirt rather than jeans. He placed one hand at the back of your waist pressing your abdomen flat against his and driving his thigh higher into your cunt. You breath hitched as you grinded against him swaying to the rhythm of the music. He tilted your chin up with his free hand.

“Don’t take your eyes away from mine, not even for a second….” You sucked in a cold breath as he pressed his forehead against yours, his lips ghosting yours. Your eyes locked into his deep brown orbs. You couldn’t imagine anything that could break your gaze from him. You were drowning in him. Your shallow breaths swirling with his breath, you were both breathing as one.

“Ok…” was all you could muster in a breathy whisper.

“That’s my girl…” he replies, licking his lips, his tongue skimming just barely over your parted lips. He was on the verge of bringing you to your knees literally. You were nearly so far gone you were ready to unbuckle his pants and suck him off right there on the dance floor in hopes he would take you right then there in the club. Making love in the club like no one else is there just you and he.

“….” you were rendered speechless. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating. “Fuck it’, you told yourself. You were losing your shit coming undone right before him as he grinding his thigh savagely into your core and making love to you with just his eyes. You were dripping wet, feeling horny was an understatement. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted a man as much as you wanted him right now in this moment. You closed the gap, he must have had the same idea because your lips crashed together at the same time.

He molded and moved his lips against yours softly and gently pushing them open flicking his tongue in, you opened your mouth willingly taking in the length and warmth of his tongue.

It was delicious still with the flavor of sweet amaretto as your tongues swirled together effortly like you were both made for this, for each other's mouths. He cupped the back of your head bringing your mouths even closer together. You let out a moan that reciprocated a shutter from him. He releases his own moan into your mouth breaking the kiss panting but never breaking his gaze from you. It was too much, you look away.

He instant brings your face back towards him, “na uh…I told you not to look away. You’ve disobeyed me and now you must be punished….” you trembled, his pressure increasing on your core, his hand grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing bringing nearly to your breaking point.

“Tae, please… I-I-can’t, take much more…fuck, I’m going to cum right here…”, You lost yourself in him. The song coming to an end, provides you with some relief so to speak, you felt so edged it was unbearable.

He takes you by the hand pulling off the dance floor not giving you or him an opportunity to speak to anyone. He takes you towards the club entrance and presses you against the wall near the entrance.

“You get to choose, here are you choices--- (planting wet kisses on your neck) , do you want to be punished in the club--- ( sucking your neck) or in my car, because I’m not willing to wait till I get you to my room. And then, i’ll have you again when we get home…. (more sucking and licking at your neck) ” moans escaped your mouth, you were shaking in between his arms, your legs felt like jello.

“I-I--” You couldn’t even speak.

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CHAPTER 3: BACK SEAT BANGA

Warning: Smut in the club parking alot in an SUV

POV 3rd Person Y/N:

“I-I--” You couldn’t even speak. Tae Hyung continues his assault on your neck, your moans uncontainable, your lips in between your legs swollen and wet, throbbing and aching for attention.

‘Fuck, I’ll let you take me right here in the open, I want you so fucking bad’, you told yourself.

“Your having---(kissing up your neck, squeezing your ass) trouble answering---” Before you can answer he engulfed your lips, you willingly allowed him access as he explored every crevice of your mouth. You wanted more, you needed more of him. You grind yourself against his rock hard dick. Your mouth watering as you felt how hard he was the length and girth of it pressing against your swollen drenched lips. He pushed harder into you, you carding your fingers through his soft locks. How dare he tease you like this, here up against the club wall. You reach your nimble hand into his pants reaching past his boxers gripping his throbbing dick. You squeeze and glide your hand up and down milking his precum into your fingertips. You break free from his kiss, jerking his head back with your grip in his hair snatching your other hand away from his juicy leaking dick. His eyes wild and dark never break contact with your lustful gaze as you bring your fingers to your lips spreading his cum on your lips like lip gloss. Nice and slow ending his cumgloss application by inserting your index finger into your mouth licking and sucking off his cum residue. Nice and slow, licking your lips smiling. You were really asking for it and you wanted it and planned on getting it by any means necessary.

“Y/N, that was sexy as fuck. Your begging for me to fuck you right her infront of everyone. That’s what you're gonna get for playing with fire”, his voice thick as honey. His sinful sweet words pulsing through you causing you to clench your dripping core. His lips quickly return to assaulting your neck, leaving deep marks as unconcealable moans slip past your mouth. An orgasm was building and he hadn’t even touched your drenched throbbing swollen lips. He tares away from your neck and ravages your mouth leaving you breathless and squeezing the round flesh of your ass.

Breaking away his lips now at your ear, “now I’m going to fuck you. Right now, I won’t want a minute longer.”

He breaks away, grabbing your hand roughly and dragging you out the front entrance of the club. He led you at a brisk pace nearly a jog to his 4-runner. Opening the back and dragging you in with him. The back row was already down, ready for the two of you. You were thankful his windows were tinted and that he had parked in the far back away from others. You couldn’t wait. You wouldn’t wait. He closed the back and reached over the front seat turning the 4-runner on. Then turning to you and laying you down gently but forcel, sitting up and quickly peeling off his shirt and sliding down his pants and boxers releasing his long thick hard smooth cock. The tip glistened with beaded precum, dripping wet. You lick your lips, your eyes wild with lust you wanted his cock in your mouth and in your aching pussy. You leaned forward, propping yourself on your elbows.

“Please Tae, I need your cock in my mouth right now, please”, a smirk spreading across his lips he leans back allowing you to change positions.

“God, your so perfect y/n, fuck ye--s…do what--ever yo--u wa--nt…”, his words choke in his mouth because you descend on him before he could even finish his sentence. Giving him no time to prepare you fit his entire cock into your mouth, the tip crashing into your larynx, gagging yet sucking him as fiercely as possible. You wanted to make sure to ravage him so much so that your the only thing he can think of anytime he has sex with anyone else or pleasures himself.

You suck salaciously saliva and tears cascading down your cheeks and lips. His moans excites you and urges you on. You can feel up rocking and thrusting up into your mouth and you loved every minute of it.

“Fuck, y/n. You have no idea how long (moans) I’ve---(shuddering) i’ve, (aaahh---hh, chest heaving) wanted you”. His words like music to your ears you moan onto his dick pulling him out with a pop and making love to the tip with your tongue. Switching between gentle licks, swirls and sucking of the tip like he was a frosty straw. He felt a hand entwined into you curlys shudders raking through his body. You love how your work was affecting him.

“Please, y/n, can I come into that pretty mouth of yours. I promise our night is far from over” you bring your eyes to his swirling the tip with your tongue, his eyes entranced watching your every movement like a predator waiting for the right moment. His chest heaving up and down, breathes ragged. You open your mouth as wide as possible taking his cock in as far as you can, your nose skimming the flesh at the base of his cock, inhaling his sweet musky scent, your eyes never leaving his. You could feel the flex and twitching of his cock in your mouth. Your free hand encasing his balls. You wait, encouraging him with his eyes and moaning loudly into his cock as your other reaches for his nipple flicking gently within your fingertips. He wasted no time at your silent invitation and responded instantly gripping your curls more tightly. You began sucking harshly as soon as he comenses his brutle fucking of your mouth. Your pussy twitching, convulsing and clenching with his moans and the force as which he was forcing his dick into your mouth, crashing your mouth to his dick with desperation. Your body was shuttering and you felt as any moment you were going to have the orgasm of a lifetime, squirting out onto the back seat.

Your open taking in every facial expression as he went back and forth between watching you take in his dick and letting his head drop back eyes rolling in his head from the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck….ahhh, I’m gonna cu--m….fuck, I can’t hold back anymore…fuck, I’m going to fuck your pussy up after this….” You gasp as he crashes into you violently, never letting go of your head, thrusting into your mouth as he smashes your mouth into his dick over and over again. Your gags, moans music to his ears, your tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as his load blows into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks sucking the life out of him, leaving him panting trying to catch his breath. A violent tremble shoots through you as felt a satisfying eruption of your own in between your legs, “fuck…(gasping)”.

“Are you ok…” He asks, still trying to catch his breath, his pupils blown and hazy with a fucked outlook.

“Looks like I blew my own load…” You purr still hungry for his cock opening your legs, your pants already unbuttoned and unzipped revealing your lacey satin panties and a very very wet and drenched crotch. Keeping eye contact you reach into your panties with your free hand slowly inching your fingers down and gently slipping them into your wet, dripping swollen pussy. His tongue slowly licking across his bottom lip followed by raking his teeth across sucking in a lustful breath watch eagerly and tentatively your even move. You slowly move two fingers in and out to ensure that he watched and heard every sound of your pussy squelching as your fingers disappeared and reappeared. You wanted him to hear how wet and how much you cam inside just by the sound of it. You knew he was affected as he continued to lick his lips, his body and face leaning in wild hunger in his eyes. You were his cornered prey and there was not stopping him until he devoured you whole. You stuck a third finger in your pussy scooping up the cum from your orgasm.

“This is all just from you fucking my mouth…are you going to finish me?” You purr as you lean forward with your cum still cupped and gathered in your fingers, his mouth flopping open reflexively and in response to your gesture. He leans forward wantonly and takes in your cum filled fingers in his mouth slurping up every last drop of you as you moan pleasuring yourself with your free hand.

“Fuck, Y/n your going to be the death of….fuck….I can’t wait” You giggle as he pushes you back draping down your pants and panties and instantly making connection with your warm pussy. He, burying his entire mouth and nose into your warmth breathing you in before shoving his tongue deep between your lips. Your legs nearly snapping shut around his head but his cat like reflexes pinning them open as he devoured your cunt. Switching between soft licks, hard licks, deep sucking and flicking of your clit. You were shuttering and trembling non-stop and uncontrollably. Moans spilling from your throat, guttural moans, moans of his sweet name.

“Tae Hyung,,,,oh shit, I’m going to cum….” he inserts two fingers as he sucks on your clit pulsing in and out with intense force his free hand twisting your erect nipple in between his fingers underneath your shirt.

“Fuck! Cum in my mouth please baby….please….I need you too…”, with that a gut wrenching moans and grunts escape your mouth as your squirt into his mouth effortlessly. You couldn’t help but reveal in his pleasure and the sound of him begging and calling you baby. He laps up your juices and leans over you crashing his lips into as your tongues dance. He breaks away as you both catch your breath panting. You lay back still overcome with pleasure your mind replay what just happened moments before. You weren’t done and wanted more, you mind still hazy from the alcohol in your system and the sexual high you were experiencing. You watch as he puts his shirt back on and fixes his clothes, his attention now on his cell. You wondered what he was doing, you certainly did not want this to be over.

“What are you doing….”

“Getting us an uber, I told you our night was far from over, we are just getting started…” I smirk across that sinful mouth of his, the glow from the cell phone enhancing his dangerously wicked lustful ethereal features.

“I want to experience every part of you…”

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NOTE:

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I'll do a Chapter 4 at some point. :)

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telenaari · 5 years

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K-Drama (Sneak Peak)

Blurb:

A girl wants to create a drama hit, and she finds it in seven--out of her league--men.

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“Wait hold up--”

“Taehyung. That’s not the on button--”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s not. I can show you--”

“I think I can figure out how to work a camera.”

“A photography camera is not the same as a film camera.”

“They’re practically cousins!” The screen is no longer black, instead, there were two pairs of sock-covered feet shown in the shot before the camera moves up. Glaring straight into the camera was a bushy-haired girl, her arms crossed in annoyance and her face contorted into a frown.

“See, I told you.”

“You ain’t tell me shit” she mutters before going to grab her new camera. The shot goes down to the ground before rising back up to show half of an approaching boy.

“What are you guys fighting over?”

“I want my camera back!”

“I just want to use it” someone whines, before the approaching boy grabs the camera with a laugh, and runs off, the shot showing shaking and the sound of yelling.

“Jeon Jungkook! Give it back!”

“I called to use it first!”

“Why is everyone screaming?!” Soon enough, the camera shot turned back to reveal a pouncing young girl of 200 pounds, and a boy of 150, both jumping on the cameraman. Soon enough there was a grunt and the sound of a shatter, the shot is lying on the ground with feet and legs passing it.

The lens obviously cracked.

“YOU BROKE MY FUCKING CAMERA! MAMA GUEVO!”

“ImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorry--ow!”

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #latina #latina oc #dominican oc #kpop #kim namjoon #min yoongi #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #ot7 x reader #ot7 bts

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dari-ede · 2 years

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In the Middle of the Night: Chapter 19 (M)

Chapter 19: "Cosas que yo no busqué"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Idol!RM/Namjoon x OFC

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Rating: M (sexual scenes)

Status: COMPLETE

Trigger warning: mention of sexual assault (nothing graphic) Warning/spoiler: explicit sex, bathroom sex, cream pie, fluff

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-Early November-

“How did you get stuck having to gather everything up?” I asked, picking up a couple of bottles from the floor.

Namjoon and I were the only ones in the practice room. I had walked in just as the other guys left, laughing and giggling as they looked back at Namjoon as he cleaned up the room.

“Penalty,” Namjoon said simply as he picked up a chair. He tried prompting it against the wall, but it slid quickly onto the floor, making a loud noise. “Shit,” he mumbled as he scrambled to pick it up but ended up knocking over the other chairs. A sigh was let out.

“Only you?” I continued to gather things off the floor, trying not to laugh at Namjoon’s clumsiness.

“Taehyung also lost.”

“Why did he leave then?”

Namjoon shrugged. “Somehow I ended up being the only one having to carry the penalty.”

I let out a laugh, taking a good guess as to how Taehyung got out of a punishment. “You guys would let that boy lead you off a cliff. He has you all wrapped around his finger.”

“And you included,” Namjoon said with a playful smile. “Did you forget the reason why you’re presenting at the Awards is that he convinced you?”

Deciding not to respond, I helped Namjoon organize the chairs. The faster everything got cleaned, the faster we could get out of there.

But then he openly laughed at me.

I punched him lightly. “Do you want to pick food first or get it delivered?”

He smoothed his arm where I had hit him, pretending it hurt. “Delivery.”

I took my phone out to look through the menu as we headed out of the practice room.

“And just making sure, you’re completely free now, right?” he asked.

“Yes. Everything in my apartment is packed,” I said.

I was set to leave for Los Angeles in a few days. I was going to be gone for close to three months and during that time my apartment was set for some necessary renovations. Thankfully, my rental came fully furbished so I didn’t have much personal property. My personal property would be in storage while I was gone, meaning there were many boxes in my apartment. My home was slowly turning into a maze, making things more stressful. Namjoon had picked up on my stress, noticing my anxiety traits, I'm sure, and insisted I stay the night at his place to help take my mind off the chaos.

“So you’re all mine tonight?” he asked, the corners of his mouth turning up.

I gave him a nod.

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the side of my forehead.

As we got closer to the elevator, my phone rang. My manager’s name came on display. If it was anyone else, I would have sent the call to voicemail. I turned to Namjoon, giving him an apologetic look. “It’s Ky.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged, holding the elevator door open for me. “I’ll get our things from the studio and meet you downstairs.”

I stepped into the elevator. As Namjoon pressed his studio’s floor button and the parking lot button, I answered the call. “Hey, Ky.”

“Hey, am I catching you at a bad time?” came a voice from the other end.

“No, I got a bit of free time. What’s up?”

“I got some good news.”

“I’m all ears.”

The elevator door opened; we arrived at Namjoon’s floor. He gave me a wink as he walked out, creating butterflies in my stomach.

“We’re making progress with the labels. They’re asking for meetings with you. I told them you have a small window later this month and we could squeeze them in.” He sounded excited. For three years he’d been pushing me to sign so I could release more music. Now that I had given in, he was like a kid in a candy store.

The elevator doors opened and I made my way over to the company vehicle. The driver and I greeted each other after he opened the door for me.

“How many have you been in talks with?” I asked curiously after I whispered to the driver that Namjoon would be down in a bit.

“Many.” Even through the phone, I could see Ky’s wide smile. He was proud. “I’m getting baskets sent to my office. I got floor seats to the Clippers, man.”

“You have seasonal tickets already,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but these are free floor seats.”

I rolled my eyes. Ky lived a very comfortable life but he was still incredibly frugal. “Can we go back to me, please?”

Ky began to go over my availability for the month to meet with the label representatives. He confirmed my list of necessities for my contract and salary.

Just as we were wrapping up, I asked a question I realized I still hadn't. “Ky, what labels are you wanting me to meet with?”

“I’m still going over them. I’ll let you later which ones I think are the best ones.” He was lying. Not only because of the statement he had said earlier to me, but because I had known him for too long to know when he was lying to me or dodging something.

“Kyungsoo,” I said with a tone that told him to come clean with me.

He let out a sigh and listed the labels. The first two were impressive, considering they were major labels. The third label was more independent but reputable. All three were promising. But the last one was the one that I took issue with: it was my old label. “Ky, I said I didn’t want to go back to them.”

Ky’s voice became more gentle, trying to do damage control. “I know, I know. And I’m not even considering them—”

“Then why have a meeting with them?” My hands shake at the thought of being in a meeting with the representative I was sure my old label would send.

“It’s common courtesy, Mayita.” He was using my family nickname to soothe me. “They were with you for years and we had a great relationship with them. They treated you incredibly well.”

“Because I made them, Ky. I was their most successful artist. Before me, they were nothing.” I didn’t mean to sound like a snob; it was a knee-jerk reaction.

Ky didn’t respond. He was letting me go through my emotions—whatever they were. He knew I had an issue with going back to that old label but didn’t know the reason why. No one other than Tia Jia knew. And if I was being honest, I didn’t see myself telling anyone else the truth. Especially Ky.

I let the anger and resentment sit with me for a moment. I marinated in it and allowed myself the right to feel bitter and angry at a company I was positive knew the truth about the fucker who had assaulted me. I had promised myself long ago that I would never walk into that building again. And that I was done with every person in that company. When I felt my anger settle down, I took a breath. “Sorry. I sounded like a snob saying that.”

“I know you didn’t mean it,” he assured me. “And you know I am always here for when or if you ever want to talk. I’m not sure what happened, but I’m hoping that you’re at least open to letting them present for you. You could even call the shots on who is in that meeting.”

I couldn’t do that. If I told Ky who I did or did not want in that meeting, he would know who I had an issue with. And then he would start prying. Eventually, I was sure he would find the truth with the smallest bit of information. I knew Ky. It would not be a good thing if he found out. Right now he didn’t have a single piece of the puzzle and I wanted to keep it that way.

“How about at least writing them a formal letter? Or even better, calling them?”

My issues were with the higher-ups in the label. It was logical for me to believe that the top executives didn’t at least have an inkling about the fucker who assaulted me. There was no way I was his only victim. I didn’t know who to trust, so it was safer to meet with no one. Even if it made me look like a bitch.

“No, Ky,” I said with finality. “I’m done with them. I said this already. Please respect that.”

Another sigh. “Ok. I’ll back off.”

“Thank you.” I felt a little calmer because he sounded genuine.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I checked the time and noticed I had been talking to Ky for quite a while, meaning Namjoon had also been held up. Turning towards the movement, I saw the sweetest and sexiest face making its way to me. Instantly, what little irritation I had drifted away.

“Sorry,” Namjoon called out as he jogged towards me.

“Ky, I’ll call you later,” I said as my eyes stayed on Namjoon so I could continue to feel settled.

“Tell RM I said hi,” Ky said on the other end.

“I will.”

“Before you hang up, though, when are you going to officially tell me the two of you are dating?” There was a smile when he said this.

Instead of feeling worried about Ky finding out, I felt confused. “Who told you?” Had word started to spread about Namjoon and me?

“You just did.” He let out a booming laugh. “I knew it,” he said triumphantly.

He had set a trap for me, and I fell for it. But rather than feeling irritated at myself for falling for something so dumb, I felt relieved that nothing had leaked.

“Does my mom know?" Ky asked. "She does, doesn't she? I can’t believe she kept this from me. How long have you guys been a thing? Do Seb and Vic know?” he asked, referring to my brothers.

“Bye, Ky.” I hung up in the middle of him saying something else.

Upon seeing Namjoon, the company driver made his way around the car to close the door once Namjoon was inside the vehicle.

“What took you so long?” I asked, putting away my phone.

“Hobi wanted me to hear a track he’s working on.” Namjoon settled in the seat next to me.

“How does it sound?” I asked, feeling a little jealous that I hadn't gotten to listen to Hobi's music.

As the guys got ready for the concerts in LA, the tracks for their upcoming album were still being decided by Sihyuk. The plan was for the guys to start recording the selected songs once their time off concluded in January. Hoseok was taking advantage of the “free” time to plan for his mixtape. He was mostly quiet about his music, though, not having shared anything with me. I was feeling pouty at learning Namjoon had gotten a chance to hear something while I still hadn’t. I might have to sneak my way into his studio.

“Different,” Namjoon answered me, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Not what I was expecting.”

The vehicle began to move out of the lot.

“For real?” Curiosity started to brush aside jealousy.

Namjoon nodded, a proud smile across his face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“He’s got a whole map of how the mixtape is going to be. He has a whole song almost done and two others he’s working on. A whole notebook full of lyrics and ideas. Meanwhile, I’ve been wanting to release my own music for so long and all I can do is stare at my notes and have no clue what I want to release.” He shook his head in self-disappointment. “I need to buckle down and get it done.”

I fought the urge to reach over to him and physically soothe him but we weren’t alone. I would have to settle for using my words and tone. “Namjoon, the two of you work differently. While Hobi is very hard-working and anal, he sees a vision and goes with it. You, on the other hand, over-analyze. You write a little, go back and edit, write more, edit, research, write, re-edit, call sources to verify your edits, make notes, ask opinions, write again, edit.” I wasn’t exaggerating in my analysis of him but my tone was soft and playful.

It worked because Namjoon’s dimples were all on full display with a slight blush on them.

“It works for you. Your gift of language is on another level. One that most songwriters kill to have. And while your style of writing and releasing music has worked for you, you forget there was another element that made you release so many songs in such a short amount of time—and that was because you had to. You had deadlines before. This time, you really don’t.”

“That’s why I think I need to buckle down,” he interceded. “I was able to do it before. There’s no reason I can’t now.”

“And where did that get you?” I asked, my tone now serious. The softness and teasing had left. I needed him to see the importance of where I was getting at. “It damaged your mental health, got in the way of your happiness, prevented you from having a life outside your career, and made you question your worth outside this industry. You have close to two-hundred songs credited under your name and you're not even thirty yet! It's no wonder you feel drained and exhausted and are struggling with lyrics—you've been squeezed dry.”

He stayed quiet, his eyes staring out as he deeply considered my words.

A part of me felt I might have pushed too much. Namjoon was such a hard worker who loved his craft, but there were times when he needed to put up boundaries and put his health first. He needed to hear this. “I believe stress and pressure are a good thing—they can push us to greatness. However, too many of them can push us off a cliff—either figuratively or literally. And as your friend, I recommend you try not to put so much pressure on yourself. It makes the people who care about you worry.” I did my best in choosing my words, keeping in mind we had an audience.

He turned to me, a longing in his eyes. “I don’t want to put worry on anyone.”

I wished we could get to his house already and be alone. I craved to touch him. “Then, please—I beg of you, try not to over-worry. And try not to over-work yourself. Try to go a few days without working during this time off.”

He let out a sigh. “It’s not as if I do it because I want to. I write so much because I feel I need to,” he admitted.

“Why?” I asked, curiously.

He shrugged. “Maybe I’ve been conditioned to feel this way? By me? Sihyuk? I have expectations as the writer of Bangtan. But then again,” he paused to think, needing to organize his emotions and thoughts properly. “I do lovewriting. It brings me joy. Peace. But I do recognize that maybe the way I’m doing it and the amount I’m doing it for is unhealthy.”

I nodded, agreeing with him.

He continued. “I see you journal a lot. I’ve been trying it myself but can’t seem to like it.”

I let out a laugh unexpectedly. “Do you go back and edit your writing?” I guessed.

He thought for a moment and then it looked like the lightbulb turned on. “I do.”

My laugh continued. “Dummy, you’re not supposed to edit your journal. A journal is for thoughts—recalls of the day’s events or feelings. It’s not meant to be edited.”

He sat there, considering my observation of him.

I had an idea. “One day, just pick up a pencil and paper and write. Don’t go back and reread what you wrote. Let it sit there; maybe put it away so it can be out of sight and out of mind.”

He tilted his head, feeling a little uneasy about the suggestion. “That’s going to be tough,” he admitted, smiling at himself.

“You know what I’ve done in the past?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve written on a napkin or scrap paper. Then I toss it in the trash without looking at it.”

His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. He was so appalled by me.

I laughed at his reaction.

His own laughter joined in. “That’s too much. Let’s not overdo it. Baby steps, baby steps.”

Our laughter continued as we got to his complex and passed security.

Even after years of friendship, I enjoyed learning something new about Namjoon. It was like I would never fully know everything about him and something about that excited me.

A couple of nights later while I was alone in the maze that was my room—Namjoon was at work according to our many messages—I saw a notification on his social media. He had posted a letter—a short one. Reading, it caused a slight confusion. It was unlike anything he had posted before. There didn’t seem to be a clear string of thought. It read like a diary—as if he was transcribing his thoughts and emotions without worrying about grammar or clarity. He had taken my advice.

My heart squeezed and expanded. I was feeling that more lately.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the night before my flight. I had spent the day mostly with Namjoon but had informed him I was still planning on sleeping over at my place. We had already spent four nights this week together—I had broken my rule. We had just finished dinner and came back to his place. Namjoon was insisting I stay the night and leave from his place tomorrow. He would ensure I had security with me to go to the airport.

I was slightly offended by this offer, feeling he was questioning my methods of taking care of myself. “I am perfectly capable and have the resources to hire my own security, thank you.”

Namjoon didn’t pick up on the sting, however. He was too far caught up in convincing me. “It’s not just that,” he insisted. “If you leave from here, security is tighter. Plus, journalists expect you to leave your home. Your name has already leaked about you flying out tomorrow.”

He had a good point about that. I was sure there were already cameramen surrounding the entrance to my complex, but I still refused to give in. Especially with his earlier insinuation that I found a little insulting.

Finally, Namjoon picked up on my mood when I refused to look at him. He decided to turn things light. His tone turned to tease. “Why are you acting like this?” He let out a laugh when I turned to him and saw my irritated look. “Is it so bad sleeping over at my place? I try to keep it neat.” He gave a small pout and looked around his place, searching if anything looked too messy.

He actually was trying his best to be neat. His front door area wasn’t a mountain of shoes anymore. I never saw a towel on the floor or too many random objects scattered everywhere. I never made a comment on his messiness, believing it wasn’t my space to have an opinion on. He even had food items in his fridge now! I think after spending several nights at my home and seeing how neat I was, he was being a considerate boyfriend and trying to make me comfortable.

“It’s not that,” I insisted. “It’s just….” I didn’t know how to phrase the real reason why I didn’t want to stay in his home again. We had already spent three nights together this week, more than I had with any of my exes. And the thing was…I didn't see it as a problem. I actually wanted to spend every night with him, but I also feared if we continued this, something bad would occur.

“What?” he pushed gently.

It took a moment to decide to be honest with him. “We spend so many nights together. You’re bound to get tired of me,” I said playfully but with some seriousness.

He firmly shook his head. “Not likely. I like having you around.” His eyes held mine. There was not an ounce of laughter in his voice. The look in his eyes was so soft and inviting.

It made me feel uneasy. I made a joke to diffuse the tension that was building. “You like all the sex, you mean,” I said coyly, giving him a smile.

The dragon eyes slightly appeared, drawing me in for different reasons. “That’s definitely a bonus.” His low tone made its way all the way to my cunt.

When I noticed I was starting to move toward him, I snapped back to my place. I needed to stay on topic. “Employees here are already suspicious. And if security picks me up from here, they’ll add one and one together.”

He let out a sigh, trying to control what I knew to be slight irritation. “And?”

How could he not take this seriously? “What do you mean ‘and’? If it gets leaked to the media that we’re involved—”

He crossed his arms and remained calm. “It won’t come from the employees—they all sign NDAs. If I could, I would show you the document, babe, I swear. No sane person would dare break it. Plus, don’t forget how long Jin and Unnie have been together and her identity has remained a secret. Jin’s number one priority is protecting Unnie. The moment the company fails to keep her a secret, Jin is gone. He made it very clear to everyone and we all believe him. He set the standard when it comes to significant others. We won’t be found out, I promise.”

His term of endearment he had used for me had me swooning. The moment it came out of his lips, I almost forgot what we were discussing. He had called me “baby” previous times in a more off-handed way. This time, his voice had been filled with nectar of sweetness. A sound I had never heard from him.

Looking into those warm brown eyes, my worry faded. “Ok.”

“Ok?” he asked, looking a little hopeful.

I nodded. “Ok. I’ll get escorted tomorrow from here.”

He let out a sigh of relief, his face looking purely elated. “Good.” He filled the gaps that separated us and cupped my face into his large, warm hands. He pulled me up for a honeyed kiss.

I turned into a pool of mush. How the hell had this man convinced me so damn quickly? He was a wizard, I was sure of it.

He pulled away. “Let me make the call.” He took out his phone and stepped into the kitchen.

While he spoke to the staff, I went into his room to make a call of my own.

“Hi, darling,” a light voice from the other end of the call said.

“Hi, Jiji,” I said. “I got a favor to ask.”

“Ask away,” she said without hesitation.

“Could you grab my luggage from my place and bring it over to Namjoon’s place?”

“Spending the night at his place?” she asked a bit curiously.

“Yeah, he’s offering me to stay here to avoid the paparazzi.”

“Oh, yeah they’ve been surrounding the entrance all day.” Jiwoo lived in my community and was a good friend of mine. I wanted to tell her the truth, but still felt it wasn’t the right time. As hard as it was for Hoseok, who was her brother, to keep the secret from her, he respected my privacy and hadn’t told her.

“So can you get it to me?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said. “Wait, how much luggage is it?”

“Just three items,” I said. Thankfully, I traveled light. I had a home I was going back to, so I didn’t need many items. My luggage mostly consisted of presents I was bringing back and some of my equipment. I was lucky that I lived in the same complex as Jiwoo. It made me feel less guilty in asking her for this favor.

As I spoke to her, I scanned Namjoon’s room, noticing small items scattered. My inability to stand still while talking beat the best of me and I started to straighten things up. I gave Jiwoo instructions on what to do with my luggage and how to get it to me, all while I organized things in the bedroom.

I noticed a few hair ties on the side of the bed I slept on and took them over to the bathroom. I looked around the sink to find the best place to keep them. I noticed a small, pretty, yellow container with other hair ties inside. Curious, I walked over to it and noticed the area. Next to the yellow container were a couple of my facial products nicely aligned. There was also a bottle of my lotion and lipstick I thought I had lost last week. I must have forgotten it here.

Taking a step back from the sink, I took in the entire view. The sink looked to be separated as if a couple shared it. On the right were all of Namjoon’s products and on the left were mine. Sure, he had significantly more items than I did, but it still looked like a couple’s sink.

Not knowing how to feel about this, I made my way out of the bathroom. I hung up with Jiwoo and left the bedroom.

Upon entering the living room, Namjoon entered the room. “The car will be here four hours before the flight. Do you want to pick up your luggage now?”

“No, I just called Jiwoo. She’s bringing it to me. Shouldn’t take her more than an hour.”

“Good.” His eyes stayed on me, though, a look of concern starting to form. I was such an easy book for him. “What’s up?”

I didn’t know what I was feeling and knew I had to grasp well my emotions before being honest with him. However, I had to tell him something. “It's flight nerves.”

He nodded, believing me. “You haven’t flown in over two years. Some of us still get jitters before a flight, too.”

I gave a simple nod, not knowing what else to say.

He gave me a smile and walked over to me. “Maybe a bath will soothe you.”

The glint in his eyes made me smile. I put a hand up to his chest, stopping him from getting closer. “If we take a bath, Jiwoo will be waiting for me for a long time.”

He blushed. “True. How about a shower?”

A shower would be quick. “Sure.”

“Ok. I’ll meet you there. I’ll get the wine for afterward. We can watch a movie in bed.” He kissed my head and dashed away, looking cute and ecstatic about the night’s event.

I walked to the shower in the master bedroom and got it started, changing the temperature to my liking. Once it was to my preferred heat, I closed the glass door, allowing the steam to build.

I started to underdress right as Namjoon walked into the room, a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. His eyes roamed over me as I took off my last piece of clothing. I made sure to do so slowly, teasing him.

He set down the wine and glasses on the nightstand and hurried over, shredding off his clothes in a hurry.

I let out a laugh. “You act as if you haven’t seen me naked a hundred times.”

“It always feels like the first, baby,” he said as he pushed down his boxers, his long cock bobbing out and standing straight up.

My eyes went directly to it. I could never get over how beautiful and appetizing it looked. A small moan escaped my lips.

“You act like you haven’t seen me naked a hundred times,” he retorted.

I smacked him for his teasing and he in turn smacked my ass lightly. I let out a whimper.

He stepped in front of me and goddamn he was a giant. I was of average height but being barefoot and Namjoon standing at nearly 6 feet and weighing over 170 pounds, I felt like a thin paper doll this close to him. His massive titties were at eye level, I had to bend my neck to look into his brown eyes.

His full, plump lips called out to me. He wasn’t bending down and I got impatient. I wrapped my arms around his bulky shoulders and pushed off the floor. I climbed his huge chest and folded my legs around his middle.

Namjoon let out a laugh as my lips reached his, his body stumbled a little but he quickly regained balance. “Easy,” he cautioned me. He brought an arm under my ass, giving me support.

I clutched tighter against him, loving the feel of his hard body against mine. “You’re so tall. The only way to get to your lips is by climbing you.”

“Climbing me? Am I a tree or something?”

“Yes. My personal, big, tall namu.” I smiled as the word left my lips. Namjoon had referred to himself as namu before (the Korean word for ‘tree’), even though no one else really did. But the word suited him in many ways. Of course, I never meant to say he was my namu, and the realization that I had said it out loud made me blush with embarrassment. I stilled, unsure how he was going to react.

I forced myself to look up at him, wondering how he felt about this sudden label.

Deep dimples and a toothy smile met my sight. “I can be your namu,” he said sweetly.

I could feel my heart flutter. “I’ve never had my personal namu before.”

“You just gotta be sure to water me often,” he said, reaching in to taste my lips.

His playfulness was easing me quickly. “Oh, keeping you well-fed won’t be a problem whatsoever,” I said, one of my hands coming off his shoulder and reaching down between our bodies. “Should I be worried about overdoing it, though?” I took hold of his thick member, feeling the head had some precum. We both groaned in unison.

“I don’t think that’ll be of concern. I require a lot of feeding.” He let out a deep grunt as I rubbed his head against my core, which was wet and ready for him.

I let out a deep moan; I would never be able to be amazed at how great he felt. I loved how fucking long he was. I lined up his head at my opening then let myself descend on him. I had taken him in so many times, my body was getting more used to him and didn’t feel the sting so strongly anymore. My walls adjusted more nicely around him, but it still felt a stretch.

“Shit,” he let out as my walls clasped around him. “I love it when you do that.” He moved over to the shower walls, pressing me against the glass.

The steam of the shower had made the glass hot. So much so that it was stinging my back, but I didn’t care. I rocked my hips, moving up and down, and used his shoulders as leverage. He thrust up, meeting my movements and hitting me deeper. I let out a yelp when he hit a sweet spot. He reached forward and took a tit into his mouth.

His lips sucked on my nipple as he pushed into me repeatedly. I fell roughly against him, grinding down and taking his length, only for him to pull nearly out and fuck himself inside me again. His teeth took my sensitive bud and bit down, making me howl. I clutched to him, scraping his skin, and wishing to be sowed into him. The music of slapping skin and wet sounds filled the room, adding another layer of heat.

His body was pressed on me, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “You almost there, baby?” His mouth moved in between my breasts as his hands took hold of my hips, helping me move up and down his shaft. I was losing my strength.

My arms pulled him closer, crushing him to me. “Little more,” I begged. “Fuck!” I let out as he swept his arms under my thighs and took me from a different angle. Sweet Jesus, that felt good!

His strokes were longer and deeper with this angle. The muscles in his biceps tightened as he held onto my legs. His eyes came down to where we were joined, a deep moan coming out.

I followed his eyes and watched us, too. My red, swollen pussy lips swallowed his long, engorged dick so nicely. I had fucked plenty of dicks, some bigger and longer than Namjoon’s. Some were rougher, some were softer. But for some reason, Namjoon’s just felt the most perfect. It was the right length, had the right amount of roughness to it, and it spilled the perfect amount of cum—it filled my mouth nicely and felt damn sweet as it went down my throat.

Thinking about his cum was taking me over the edge. “Almost there,” I let him know.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. His voice was rough and strained. I looked up at him to find his dragon eyes had made an appearance. “Now.”

My body shivered and did as I was told, my fingers pushing into my pussy lips to where we were joined.

He let out a low groan. I then felt a warm, long string of spit fall right on my clit.

The action sent me writhing. I rubbed myself at top speed as Namjoon’s strokes made my back hit the glass door with heavier force. He turned his hips slightly, hitting another spot within me. “There! Again!” I wailed out.

He did hit it again. And again, and again, bringing screams out of me.

It was getting harder to keep control. “Please,” I pleaded, rubbing my clit, imagining it was his fingers pushing me into oblivion.

With a final stroke, one that made me see stars, he bellowed, “Now!”

I was shot out of my body and sent to the skies. My legs vibrated from the ecstasy as I felt Namjoon thrust once more into me before I felt him come undone as well. His warm, sweet nectar blasted inside my core.

Still holding me, he stepped closer to me, pressing me fully against the glass. Our juices spilled out of me, sliding down my ass cheeks, and touching my backdoor pecker. The feeling made me tighten around him. I craved more cum to come out of him, out of me.

The overstimulation caused his hips to rock forward, knocking the wind out of me. I clutched to him tighter, a whimper coming out.

“Sorry, babe.” His touch and kisses became soft and gentle. The endearment came from him with the same sweetness as before. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, pulling back a bit to take a look at my face.

I shook my head. “Just sensitive. But it felt good.” I gave him a smile to ease his worry.

“You sure? Was I too rough again?” he asked, thinking about the last time he had left me with a dozen bruises.

I took his mouth into mine, cutting off his worry. “You were perfect. I’m not fragile. If something is too much, I’ll let you know.” I caressed his face in between my hands. “Believe me?”

He gave me a small nod and returned the kiss. His hands made circles around my back, his eyes scanned my body for any discomfort he might have caused.

My body felt warm and tingly for a different reason than arousal. I enjoyed doing the carnal act with Namjoon, but the aftercare was something I had never given importance to until him. He made sure my body was fully at ease and relaxed before he pulled out.

Sure enough, once I felt fully at ease, Namjoon pushed the hair out of my face and gently separated us. “Let’s get you cleaned up, girl.”

His predictable kindness brought a smile to my face.

He opened the door for us and stuck his hand inside to check the water temperature. Right as I took a step into the shower, he let out a curse and pulled me back. “Shit! That’s hot! Hold on.”

I frowned, not getting the same impression as him. By the steam, I knew the temperature it was. I pushed my hand forward to check the water. It felt nice.

His hand instinctively reached out to pull mine back.

I turned to him, confused. “It’s perfect.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “It’s burning hot.”

“You think so?” I asked, reaching out and touching the water. “Feels fine to me.”

His look didn’t waiver.

I took a step inside, my eyes never leaving his. I let the water hit my hands and arms first. There was a bit of a sting from the heat, but it was a good kind of sting. My skin quickly adjusted, though. I took another step forward, my chest and stomach catching the water. All the while, my eyes never left his so he could see the pleasure I got from the heat.

He looked at me like I had grown three heads or something.

I let out a laugh. “Haven’t you taken hot showers before?” I asked, letting my hair and back take in the water.

“Not this hot!” he said incredulously from the doorway.

I stepped forward and kissed his pouty lips. “Will you get in here and join me?”

He let out a groan as he stepped into the shower. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

I giggled, pulling him into my wet body. “Shut up and enjoy it.” I held onto his neck as I continued to kiss him.

He took a step forward, the water hitting him for the first time. He let out a yelp and jumped back. “How can this feel good? Is your name Danaerys or something?”

I continued laughing at his exaggeration when we both heard my phone go off. I had left it on for when Jiwoo let me know she had arrived. From where we were standing, we could see her name come up on my phone’s display.

I started to make my way out of the shower, but he beat me to it. “I’ll go pick it up. You stay and enjoy your volcano shower,” he teased, turning to go.

I gave him a slight shove.

“I’m curious,” he said, heading over to my phone. “If you’re so against anyone finding out about us, don’t you think Jiwoo is going to question why you’re staying over at my place tonight?”

I shook my head. “I’ve stayed the nights at other guy friends’ homes before. She doesn’t suspect a thing.”

He nodded and took my phone. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

As he walked out, I began to enjoy the hot shower.

However, he quickly came back. “Which guy friends have you stayed the night at?” he asked, curiously.

Detecting the smallest amount of jealousy in his tone, made me want to laugh. “Hoseok's and Jackson's.”

He gave a slight nod and stayed standing there, making no move to leave. Finally, he asked. “Not that it matters, but…did you and Jackson ever…?”

The thought grossed me out and it showed on my face. “No.”

He laughed at my reaction. “I thought so; I was always curious.”

“I have a very strict don’t-fuck-guy-friends rule,” I said. “Especially the really good ones.”

Namjoon gave me an unimpressed look. “What about me?”

“You’re the exception,” I immediately answered. “Plus, I’m not just fucking you. I’m dating you. There’s a difference.”

He gave me a wide grin. “I’m the exception?” He looked cocky as shit right now. It just about made me turn to mush.

I rolled my eyes at his sappiness. “Will you go pick up my luggage? Or should I drag you in here and I can go pick it up myself?”

He quickly ran out.

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“The car is almost here,” I said the next day after getting off the phone with the security that was going to escort me to the airport.

Namjoon gave me a sad smile and held me.

I tried not to think about how much I was going to miss his touch for the next week. “I’m planning on having Thanksgiving at my home. Maybe you and the guys can celebrate with us? There’ll be a lot of food.”

“Will your family be ok with that?” he asked genuinely.

“My Tia Jia and brothers like you guys. And I’ll make sure it’s only my immediate family. All my cousins will have to wait for Christmas.” I wanted to take things slow with Namjoon, but something in me wanted Namjoon there for Thanksgiving. It was a dumb, American holiday so it didn’t make any sense why I wanted him there. I just did.

“I’ll go if you want me there,” he said gently as his nose buried in my hair.

I snuggled closer to him, my face wanted to dig into his chest. “This is gonna suck.”

His long fingers traced patterns along my sides. “It’s just ten days.”

We stayed holding each other until I got confirmation my ride had arrived. My luggage was already downstairs with security. I was the only thing missing. Before stepping out of Namjoon's home, he pulled me in for a long kiss. “I’ll be there before you know it,” he promised.

Reluctantly, I stepped out of his home and walked down the hall as a sudden feeling of emptiness took over. How the fuck was I already missing him?

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petalsforbangtan · 5 years

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bts as songs : [hispanic edition]

ya’ll i got this idea when i was listening to one of the songs on this list. i’m a compulsive bitch and luckily so is @lokojk this is pretty much a collab we did.

we maaaaay do more in the future so keep an eye out for other editions ???

kim seokjin :

borro cassette by maluma

lets be real, pretty boys coming for everyone

this song would deadass be playing when y/n would be trying to study,, cook,, clean,, something that doesn’t require jins presence at ALL.

but he’s annoying and would want to have attention on him

but cmon who can NOT give the king attention in the first place

he’d dance in a goofy way in order to receive what he wants

no sexual dance moves at all

he’d try to be sexy but fail miserably

“maybe if you stopped ignoring me and came over here to show me how to dance, i’d probably be way better than even you”

min yoongi :

bandolero by don omar ft tego calderon

yes i am aware that yoongi is soft and wants nothing more than kithes and someone to hold his hand

but lets be real when it comes to this type of music,, he’s definitely on the heavier,, darker side

if you know where this song is from,, then you’ll understand the following,, if not,, then ya moms a hoe (jk she;s probably super lovely)

ya’ll would meet at a car race in one of those sketchy parts of town where people would tell you to avoid at nights since you were new in town

you said “fuuuuck it” and took your own racing car bc you were edgy

the undefeated king ; min yoongi spotted you and your car a mile away,, surprised there was someone new in town

he was shocked when you got out fo your car and asked him to race

he didn’t wanna sound cocky but girls usually threw themselves at him rather than challenging him to race

its up to you to determine if he won or if you won

jung hoseok :

mia by bad bunny ft drake

underground rapper makes his break through

he’s looking for background dancers for his mv

he’s not picky but he’s picky

physically he doesn’t care what the dancers look like

but dancing wise,, you better have gotten all three yes’s and the golden buzzer on america’s got talent

he doesn’t mean to be super picky nor mean but according to namjoon,, he needs to “chill out a bit”

y/n walks in and he can tell you’re super nervous

quite frankly he doesn’t have time for amateurs but he thought he should go easy on you and not judge too quickly

despite the parts where you messed up, he thought you gradually got better as your audition continued

“i could tell you were nervous but eventually gained your confidence,, you’re in”

kim namjoon :

mundo aparte by mym & farruko

an: pls know i’m not implying that namjoon smokes weed or does any other drugs,, this is only for entertainment purposes and its all imaginary and in no mean to harm him or any other member or staff

“maaaaan i could really use a bowl right about now”

you didn’t need to say much more before namjoon was already getting out his pipe and grinder.

two to three bowls later ya’ll were floating on clouds

after you guys sat around listening to music,, one of you (probably you) suddenly got the munchies so you decided to order some pizza

once the pizza got delivered,, bc ya’ll shouldn’t be driving while high, joon thought it’d be a good idea to have a late night picnic at the park nearby

so now you set off to the park and the moon looks beautiful

lets say that the moonchild himself looks even more beautiful tonight than usual.

you suddenly realize you’ve always had a crush on namjooon ??? cut that out you’ve had a HUGE crush on joon

suddenly he realizes he has a MAJOR crush on you too

one thing leads to another and lets just say ya’ll don’t kiss and talk..

park jimin :

escape by ozuna

jimin was the bad boy that would make your dad cry if he ever found out you were hanging out with him

he was the one that despite his bad influences and actions, they were so addicting and you always wanted more

he was a sweetheart on the inside, past all the stereotypes he was filed under

did he smoke and drink ?? yeah but not on the regular like others think maybe once or twice a month

HE’D ALSO NOT LET YOU GO DOWN THAT ROAD

he would say,, and i quote “you’re too pure and good for all of this”

your favorite adventures were the ones where he’d help you sneak out of your room in order to go roam the city at 2 am

he was cute but man he was one hell of a sexy one too

he had the vibe of a player but you knew he could be loyal

“don’t worry babygirl,, i’d never hurt you or put you in harms way”

kim taehyung :

encantadora by yandel

clubs on saturday nights were taehyungs safe haven

he’d be drinking,, chatting,, laughing it up w his friends. he would dance sometimes but he wasn’t really into it when all his friends had a dance partner and he was all aloooone

one particular night he saw a woman

according to hoseok tipsy off of mikes lemonades you was ‘fine as fuuuuuh’

taehyung agreed so he HAD to make his way over to you

he was smooth, you had to admit,, but shieeeet you were smoother

you had him wrapped your lips like sweet honey dripping down

how were you so smooth and attractive and irresistible you may ask ??

go n ask you momma Aphrodite herself

yeah you were THE Aphrodite’s daughter

so taehyung better watch himself when he messes around w you bc your mom was NOT afraid to threaten w ‘fuck my daughter over and your dick will become a chew toy for cerberus’

jeon jungkook :

aprovechalo by wisin y yandel

an : man fuck jungkook who tf does he think he is tbh

ya’ll know those late night bars w live musicians ???

yeah his headass would work at one of those and yes he’d be banging

he’s got it all baby

the looks,, the fits,, the voice,, the dance moves,, the vibes,, his cute smile,, his swagger ways,, the way he made both girls and guys sweat and blush whenever he looked at them

he knew all of this too !!! and he didn’t hide it

of course he remained humble and never used his likeliness to his advantage but he still found ways to woo the crowd

you were the bartender at the bar he sang at and yes,, you liked his music and his voice and the way he’d get lost in the moment but you got tired of these people practically throwing themselves at him

“i just don’t understand the whole hype ya know ?? he’s just another guy”

you tried explaining this to your best friend yoongi but it always went in on ear and out the other bc he was too gay to comprehend

yoongi was a snitch and let jungkook know about this and he was determined to woo you over as well

giiirrrl he tried singing an array of different songs yoongi would recommend but none worked

that was until he sang AND danced to aprovechalo

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wonhosmistress · 1 year

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⛓️Welcome to The Dungeon⛓️

Welcome into my perpetually horny safe space!

I'm Xime, Latina, 28 and, Chronically Ill, & Pan 🏳️‍🌈

There will be days when I will be active on tumblr but won’t have the energy to actually write. Please have patience with me, I am but a mere human.✨

【MINORS DNI🔞】: Ageless accs/empty default/no pic=Auto Block. (Fuck around and find out)

My acc is NSFW!!

【Writes】: Skz/Ateez/Wayv/Nct/BTS/Wonho/Jackson Wang/etc (+more; feel free to request for groups that aren’t listed)

✔️m x f / f x f / LGBTQIA+ / gender neutral

✔️fluff/sub!idols x domme!reader

✔️POC!Latina reader

rules/disclaimers

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📌M.List

#ximes’ inferno #ximesthots #ximes’ 💭#domme!reader #sub!kpop #sub!idol

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nunchiimagines · 4 years

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OT7 Request

You And Your Girl Group Do An Interview With BTS

Requested By: @saltyrebelgiantprune

Request: OT7 request where u and your girl group do a interview with the boys and it’s all cute and fluff ( sorry if it’s not enough details or it doesn’t make sense 😓 I never done a request before) and thank you for time 💜

— Pairing: BTS x Reader

— Genre: Fluff

— Word Count: 2.2k

— Warnings: slight crack? maybe?

~MASTERLIST~

**AUTHOR’S NOTE**

Here’s request number 4! Enjoy!

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You and your group were preparing for one of the most exciting collaborations you’d ever done; a one-on-one interview with none other than BTS located in Seoul, South Korea. VIP was the name of your three person group, each letter having a significance to each member. Your fanbase name was called the OG’s, affectionately as a collective being known as “VIPOG”. Luckily, this relationship had only grown exponentially going worldwide and internationally.

Sense starting out, you guys were pretty small, trying to get by as best you could by staying true to yourselves and passionate about your art. There was Bomi, the oldest, the leader, and the rapper in the group. She’s a korean-american who was looking to fulfill her dream in the american music industry as a soloist after having integrated to the states at the age of 7. It wasn't until her manager pitched the idea of forming a group that she had changed her mind on going solo. Next was Monroe, the lead dancer and main visual. She’s an afro-latina from Brazil. Her love for dance awarded her opportunities to travel to all over the world and spend time with some amazing professionals. She was allowed to dance to many types of forms and routines, allowing for her to construct her own style in the process. Her and Bomi met first. Lastly, was you, the main vocalist and instrument player, as well as the youngest. You met them last, the two of them fawning over you like you were their little sister.

As you guys began to get more popular in the states, your recognition went worldwide when you performed for the BBMA’s, nabbed exclusive interviews, won a few awards, and even went on James Corden. It was his talk show that you admitted that much of your inspiration came from Asia, specifically the Korean music industry. It was also there that you happily, yet shyly, admitted your admiration and love for BTS sense you were in high school. That really got your name specifically spread as ARMY and OG’s thought your deep rooted respect was something they wished more westerners portrayed for foreign acts of all kinds.

So of course, people begged for you guys to be able to hopefully one day meet BTS and finally have the well deserved conversation you had only dreamed of. But it never seemed to work out in your favor. Your groups had either missed each other by just a few minutes or were forced to be put on opposites of the venue for award shows. It felt like fate was keeping you guys apart and it allowed for a few memes and fan made videos to circulate around touching base on the topic.

Even K-ARMY’s took notice and begged Big Hit to fly you all over to Korea so they could meet the guys. Of course all of this was so much easier said than done, as schedules are pretty important and take up a majority of yours and there day. Not to mention you guys being stationed in America and them being stationed in Korea. So when the time finally came where you guys were offered the opportunity to perform at Seoul Olympic Stadium, you were excited for more than a few reasons.

That same night you three were offered the opportunity to perform, your manager also showed you guys a pre-recorded clip of Bang Si-Hyuk offering an exclusive collaborative interview with you all and BTS. You all were excited, but not as much as you in particular. You cried like a baby, unsure if such words were truly being offered to you. Bomi and Monroe laughed at how happy you were and teased you in the process. You’d looked up to them for so long and now you were given the opportunity to not only meet, but sit down and speak with them personally. So that’s how we got to our current position.

“Wow, you look so pretty Y/n.” Monroe teased.

“Did you get extra dolled up for someone in particular?” she continued with a giggle.

Your cheeks reddened in embarrassment, hoping that your extra efforts to look nice weren’t so obvious.

“I..no..I just..wanted to look nice.” you meekly retorted, knowing full well she caught you red handed.

Monroe laughed, finding your innocence endearing and so very much like you when you get shy.

“Monnie, stop teasing her!” Bomi chided.

“Listen Y/n, you look beautiful. You could’ve gone barefaced and still looked gorgeous to them.” she genuinely smiled.

You froze at that. Despite her kindness, you knew she was teasing you too.

“Hey! I...I just don’t want to look bad is all. I’m not doing this to satisfy them...or anything. I just wanted to look good and that was that. This is a big deal for me so I want to look my best!” you retorted.

Both women laughed, knowing you had a slight crush on all of them for different reasons. They were charming in their own right, somehow making it hard for you to be particularly fond of one over the other. They knew this and they knew your intentions were pure at heart as well. But sometimes they couldn’t help that their adorable little sister gets all fangirly when she had gone so long ignoring the longing gazes of previous suitors.

You’ve always been a bit of a shy flower, never really looking to date due to your career being so important to you. So when guys had gone out of their way to show interest in you, you were either oblivious, not interested, or played dumb. Bomi and Monroe understood exactly where you were coming from, having a similar mindset as well. However, they also knew that your heart had only ever been fond of 7 particular individuals and no one could ever come close to the special place they held in your heart.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jimin held his phone in his hand, smiling happily at the familiar interview of you being on James Corden. The way you shyly explained your interests and then got excited when you elaborated on how much you looked up to BTS warmed his heart. It was cute, charming, endearing even. You were like an adorable little kid who couldn’t wait to tell their parents about their day. No wonder ARMY’s fell in love with you so quickly. Even Corden must've found it sweet as he lightly teased you causing you to apologize for being so overbearing.

“Ahhh~ so cute!” Jimin chuckled.

“Is that the interview with VIP?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah, they’re so amazing but this one,” Jimin said pointing to you.

“She’s so cute! I can’t stop smiling.”

Namjoon took a closer look and immediately grew a fond smile.

“Ha, yeah that’s Y/n. She’s really sweet. Very talented too.”

“I can’t wait to meet her in particular! She kinda reminds me of Jungkook a bit. Ya know, when he was all shy when talking about himself? I wonder if all my questions will be able to get translated to them without it being too much.” Jimin added.

“You know they all speak Korean, right?” Namjoon asked, going on about his original task.

“What? Really?”

At this moment Jungkook and Taehyung walked into the area, only having heard a brief part of the conversation.

“Who speaks what now?” Jungkook asked out of curiosity.

“All of VIP speak Korean!” Jimin repeated.

Jungkook and Taehyung widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Wait, isn’t Bomi Korean?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah, the other two aren’t.” Namjoon said.

“Monroe studied in Korea for a short period of time, she was required to learn the language. Y/n, on the other hand, taught herself due to money constraints.” he clarified.

“Woah, that’s awesome!” Taehyung complemented.

“So that means...we can speak without translators then? To westerners? Has that ever happened before?” Jungkook asked with surprise and amazement.

“For the most part.” Yoongi chimed in out of the blue, an iced americano in one hand and his phone in the other.

“They’ll be a translator there just in case.” he added before yawning tiredly.

“Typically there’s a translator so this will be a bit different from most of our other interviews.” Jin said.

“Well this’ll be exciting!” Hoseok exclaimed happily.

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When you and your group entered the building used for the interview today, your excitement skyrocketed through the roof. You rode the elevator up to the 7th floor, met with some of Big Hit’s staff, and were guided to a dressing room to do touch ups. When they had announced that you were ready to go on set, you three made your way out there until Namjoon announced the special guest for tonight's interview. When you made your way in front of the cameras you all exchanged respectful bows and formal greetings.

The interview went underway and in a manner I don't think any of you would’ve expected. For the fans it was like watching a Run episode. It started off like a normal introductory interview from both sides; talks on process, inspiration, what to do when dealing with burnout, and even good mental and physical routines to get back into the spirit of everything. Of course there was an awkward air of uncomfortability but that all changed when Jimin decided to speak to you.

“So Y/n, I saw that you taught yourself Korean. That’s honestly pretty amazing. It’s not an easy language to learn by yourself.” Jimin complimented.

“You’re actually really good at it! I would’ve assumed you grew up here based on your pronunciation.” Hoseok added.

“Oh! Hahaha, thank you. It wasn’t easy at first, if I’m being completely honest. It was fun though, and I learned a lot about the culture just from the language alone!” you said bashfully.

“She was inspired by RM actually.” Monroe slyly threw out.

“Yep. She had always wanted to learn another language, torn between Japanese and Korean I think? Anyway, when she found out that you learned english through your own means she wanted to do the same!” Bomi stated proudly.

“It really lit a fire under her when she saw how hard the rest of you did english despite your hectic schedules! Even if those times were brief, you guys still did well speaking english and so many other languages depending on the country you went to!” Monroe added.

“Ah~! Remember when got excited when she spoke her first full conversation!” Bomie asked.

“Or when she managed to translate the first 15 minutes of Suga’s Vlive?” Monroe laughed.

This went on for quite some time, the two content on spilling your embarrassment to the guys. It made everyone in the room laugh, Jimin and Hoseok falling out of their chairs from laughing so hard. This escalated the ambience of the room, everyone feeling much more comfortable with one another. That was when the staff thought it would be fun to have you guys play games. One in particular was a memory game.

The objective was for both sides to try and remember facts about the other based on the introductory interviews in the beginning.

“Weren't you born in South America?” Jungkook asked.

“You’re definitely getting warmer!” Monroe encouraged.

“Wasn’t it Brazil?” Jin asked.

“Pretty sure she said Argentina.” Taehyung corrected.

“She did not say Argentina!” Jin shouted, making everyone laugh.

“Yoongi has a fondness for tangerines.” you proudly voiced.

“Tangerines, oranges, or mandarins?” Bomi questioned for clarity.

“Does it matter, they’re all the same.” Monroe laughed.

“No they’re not!” both you and Bomi shouted at the same.

“How so?!” Monroe barked back.

“Tangerines are definitely more sweet.” Namjoon said.

“Oranges are a bit more tart to me.” Jungkook added.

“Wait…” Bomi announced, unintentionally quieting the room.

“What if it’s clementines instead?” she asked.

Both Monroe and you went silent.

“I mean-”

“Are you kidding me?! Why does it matter! They know what we mean!” Monroe laughed, cutting you off out of frustration.

This playful banter and uplifting aura stayed this way the entire length of the broadcast. In fact, you all were having so much fun that you lost track of time in the process, looks of disappointment from both sides when the time was up. The fans went crazy for the fun and lively show, it having tended number 1 on naver and twitter for a bit. Pictures, memes, video edits, and even articles circulated the internet about how refreshing and encouraging it was to see two different cultures come together and enjoy one another’s company.

When the cameras had turned off and you guys were on the cusp of separating, your group was offered an unexpected extension to spending more time with them.

“Would you guys like to go to dinner?” Namjoon asked happily.

“R-Really?”

“Of course! Today was really fun! We’d love to get to know you all a bit better behind the scenes as well.” Jin agreed happily.

‘I don’t see why not. We’re free for the rest of the day!” Bomi said with a small smile.

“Plus,” Monroe said wrapping her arm around your shoulder and tugging you close to her.

“This one here would be more than happy to get to know you all a bit better. Wouldn’t you?” she teased openly.

Your face reddened considerably as knowing smiles and find laughs echoed throughout the room. This was only the beginning of an unexpected friendship that would last a lifetime.

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#bts #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x poc #bts x woc #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts imagines #writing requests

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