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Pretty Baby.KNJ [m]

sugardaddy!namjoon x sugarbaby!reader

Genre: smut; short-story

Words: 6.4k

Synopsis: Namjoon is your sugar daddy. However, you can't deny how your heart is jumping in your chest when he calls you his "pretty baby"…

Warnings: rough sex; unprotected sex; spanking; squirting; oral sex (m. receiving); gagging; Namjoon is huge 😳; he loves ass; use of "daddy"

1 → 2 → 3 (Bonus : Memories ; Doubts & Possibilities)

Namjoon immediately freezes when he hears your and a man's voices coming from your bedroom. What the fuck is going on? Why are you with a man in your room this late? Anger boiling in his veins, Namjoon runs to your bedroom door and pushes it open. You, Jimin and Namjoon all stop breathing. You are indeed very surprised to see him right now. You hate that your heart beats faster for him, you would like to hate him, just a little bit, for not contacting you like he said he would.

Namjoon, on the other hand, is seeing red. Your 'friend' is on top of you, hugging you, on your fucking bed. Is he interrupting the begging of a roll in the hay? Fuck, he wants to kill Jimin for touching you.

Completely unaware of Namjoon's anger, you smile brightly.

"Joonie!" You exclaim cheerfully

Jimin is pretty aware of what's going on and tries to stand up quickly. The wrath in Namjoon's eyes scares him to death. He gulps loudly while you clumsily walk to Namjoon. You almost strip and Namjoon has to catch you before you hit the floor, causing his heart to stop out of fear. You look like you are not even aware of you almost falling and you hug his big frame with your tiny arms.

"I missed you so much"

Namjoon can feel the alcohol in your breathe and with the way you are talking, the words coming from your lips with slothfulness. Did Jimin make you drink to fuck you? His eyes narrow on your friend.

"What's going on?" He asks, coldly

"We went to party" You answer with a lazy smile

Namjoon's jaws clench, looking straight at Jimin. Namjoon holds you tighter and you snuggle your face further in his buff chest. You missed his scent. You close your eyes to appreciate it more.

"And what were you doing exactly?" The question is addressed to Jimin but before he can even open his mouth, you reply

"Hugging"

Okay, Jimin is officially a dead man walking.

"Is that so?" Namjoon's question doesn't really need answer this time

He wants to kill Jimin and then fuck you hard to punish you for letting another man touch you. He grabs your chin to make you look up at his face. Your pretty eyes are red because of the alcohol and your cheeks are blushed. He is angry. Very angry. He growls before reaching down to harshly capture your lips with his mouth. He tastes the liquor on your tongue and he squeezes your ass. Your brain is doing spins, both because of alcohol and the perfect kiss. Namjoon bites your lower lip so hard that you whine. Yeah, he will definitely punish you but not tonight when you're drunk as fuck.

He pulls away and looks back at Jimin.

"Get the fuck out of here" He orders him with the harshest tone possible

Your best friend doesn't waste any time and basically runs away. Once Namjoon hears the main door closing, he lifts you up in his arms and drags you in your bathroom. He doesn't talk, too angry not to snap at you if he opens his mouth. He undresses you and makes you sit down in the large bathtub that could easily fit you both, even with Namjoon's big body. He makes sure the water is at the right temperature, rolls up his sleeves to his elbows and starts washing your face to take off your makeup. You sigh in delight of his hands on you. You close your eyes, almost falling asleep surrounded by warm water and warm palms.

"You did drink a lot" Namjoon notices

You nod, slowly opening your eyes.

"I thought you got sick of me" You confess

Namjoon's hands stop. He looks at your face. He doesn't see any reproach but pain. He doesn't like it. He didn't have time to call you. Directly at the airport when he stepped out of the plane, Taehyung informed him that some business partner wanted to cancel a contract. He has spent the next couple of days at the office with his legal team to prevent that from happening. Even if he was busy, he now regrets not sending you a text to notify you.

"Never, baby" He comforts you with a kiss on your forehead

It's enough for you to believe him. Namjoon has always been honest with you, since the very first day. He told you he didn't want a girlfriend/boyfriend relationship but a sugar baby/daddy one. He even told you there were other girls. And you accepted it if that meant you could have even a little bit of him.

Namjoon finishes washing you, soapy hands creating bubbles all over your body. You moan lightly when he runs through your boobs, your pussy and your ass. You wish you could enjoy it more but you are now way too tired and drunk for that.

"Come on, let's get you to bed" He says while he's wrapping you in a soft towel

He makes sure you're dry and pulls you in bed, naked. He brushes off some hair that landed on your face. Before he can walk away, you grab his big hand in your delicate one.

"Stay, please"

Your voice almost begs. You just got him back, you're afraid he will disappear again. He nods before taking off his cloths to be as naked as you. He slides between the sheets and you glue yourself to his side. He lazily puts his arm around your shoulders. You kiss his firm chest a last time before falling asleep.

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Your head hurts like hell. You make a promise to yourself— the same one you make every time you wake up hangover: you won't drink ever again. You growl and press your hands on your eyes to protect them from the sun coming through the window.

"Wake up" Namjoon orders you with a cold voice

Your eyes snap open and land on his naked body. Fuck, you messed up big time last night. Flash memories come to your mind and you know that Namjoon won't let it go. You gulp.

"On all fours. Now"

You do it quickly. You apprehend what will follow but you can't deny your exposed pussy is getting wet.

"You were a very bad girl yesterday. Do you know what happens to bad girls?"

You can't see his face but you can clearly hear how angry he is.

"They get punished" You answer with a dry throat

"Exactly"

Namjoon slaps your ass so hard that you jolt. A loud moan escapes your lips. Fuck, it was harsh. But Namjoon doesn't stop and spanks your other asscheek, harder. It's bringing tears to your eyes and a red mark to your skin. Your fists tighten on the sheets.

"I'm sorry" You whisper with closed eyes, waiting for the next slap

And it comes, hard on your first asscheek.

"Louder" Namjoon orders

"I'm sorry, daddy!" You scream, unable to withhold a sob

"I'm not done with you"

Namjoon pushes your face into your pillow without any softness. Your pussy is now clearly exposed to his sight and he notices some arousal escaping from it. He slaps your pussy, making you scream into the fabric of the pillow. He starts sliding up and down your folds with his middle finger to paint your pussy with your own juices, making it gorgeously glistening. He doesn't prep you and enters you with all of his hard cock with a harsh move. The sudden stretch cuts your breathe. Tears fill your eyes.

"Promise you won't let any man touch you like Jimin has done yesterday" Namjoon commands as he starts pounding you

He is fucking you so hard and deep that you can't stay on your knees. Each pumping drags you further to the mattress. Muttered moans leave your mouth as you can't think straight. Namjoon has never fucked you this rough.

"I promise" You manage to say in the pillow

"I can't hear you" He teases you as he slaps your already red and abused ass

You whine at the spanking, grabbing the sheets tightly. You are now lying flat on your stomach on the bed, making your pussy even tighter. Namjoon growls as he is fucking you deep, tugging on your hair to lift your head up.

"I promise, daddy!"

He gives another slap on your asscheek, less harsh, as a reward. Your pussy clenches at it. The room is filled with the sinful sound of your skins clapping. Your ass gets smacked by Namjoon's pelvis every single time. He loves the way your cheeks wiggle under his rough moves.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks between hard poundings

"You, daddy!"

"That's my girl" He praises, giving you a last dick stroke before pulling out

The sudden emptiness is a torture for your dripping cunt. But it doesn't last long as Namjoon throws you into your back. He spreads your legs to see how wet your pretty pussy is. He is satisfied to witness the fledging mess. He shoves his huge cock back into your pussy, making your boobs bounce in rhythm. He harshly grabs one of your nipples and pinches it.

"Fuck" You moan

Namjoon leaves your nipples to wrap his big palm around your neck, squeezing slightly. Your clenching pussy makes him know you love it. He smirks at you being so fucked up underneath his body. He looks at his big cock disappearing into your tight, dripping cunt.

"My pretty pussy" He growls before laying down on you

You can feel his heavy breathe in your ear and you're close. So fucking close. Your walls tighten around his cock. Namjoon fucks you so good, tearing you in half. Your hands settle in his now sticky hair.

"Cum" He orders you with his deep and raspy voice

Fuck.

You're so done. His rough poundings, his hand on your throat and his dominance drive you crazy. Your orgasm washes over your whole body and you scream his name. Your toes curl and your legs shake by the wave of pleasure. Namjoon doesn't slow his pace, even if your pussy becomes impossibly tight and you whine at the overstimulation.

"Good girl" Namjoon praises in your ear

He lifts up his torso and leaves your throat too in order to bring his fingers to your mouth. You immediately open it and he slides his digits between your lips. You suck on his fingers and even bites them when Namjoon delivers you a too harsh pounding. Once he is satisfied, he brings his hand down and starts rubbing your clit.

"Fuck!" You choke

You're a complete mess. Your juices are rolling down to your ass and sheets. Your breasts are bouncing so much for Namjoon's sweet delight and your pussy is shaking. You can feel another orgasm, way bigger than the first one.

"I gonna make you cum so good that you won't ever want another cock"

That's a promise you can easily trust. No one has ever fucked you so hard, so rough and so good. Namjoon is, in fact, the only man you want. You wish the three little words you want to say could ease him but you know damn well they will do the opposite.

Namjoon presses on your clit deeper, pushing it like a cum button. Your cunt clenches once again and your eyes shut down. You feel his cock deep inside you, fucking hitting on your g-spot over and over again.

"Oh my god, Namjoon!" You scream as you are cumming again, the biggest orgasm you have ever had

It's like you're not even on Earth anymore and white dots paint your vision.

"Fuckkk"

Your tight pussy is driving him to his own edge and Namjoon releases himself inside you. He is panting but admires the mess between your legs.

"You squirted, baby"

"What?"

Your eyes open and look at a very proud Namjoon. You grow embarrassed as you notice the way Namjoon's abs are covered by your arousal. You've never squirted before. You are blushing hard but Namjoon loves it. He leans down and kisses you while his thumbs are caressing your burning cheeks.

"My pretty baby" He whispers against your lips and you feel your heart melt

Fuck, you love him so much. You grab his hair to pull him closer. His softening cock is still inside you and you wrap your legs around his waist. You smile when you feel Namjoon's arms around your small body. He hugs you tight, just like your were the most precious thing in his life.

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"What?" Lisa asks, dumbfounded

"Let's end the contract" Namjoon repeats with a neutral voice

He has found himself putting an end to most of his contracts with his sugar babies lately. That can be explained by several reasons. The first one is that he has less time with his company expending. Secondly, Namjoon will be turning 36 next week and he is getting tired of his fuckboy life. He is thinking about settle down for good. His parents keep showing their worry about him not being married at his age and, even though he is not ready to get married, maybe he should try to build a real strong relationship with someone. And the main reason is you. Honestly, he is quite surprised himself to think this much about you when you're not around. If he has to keep one sugar baby, it would be you.

However, it's not that simple because Lisa is kind of a stubborn woman. She has a big ego and being shut down is not something she is ready to let happen.

"Why?" She questions with a hateful glance

"Because I don't have time anymore" Namjoon gives her a part of the truth

At that, Lisa can't say she is surprised. She did notice that Namjoon was spending way less time with her. She didn't really care since she still had the money. However, she is suspicious. She knows Namjoon goddamn well — she has been his sugar baby for a year now — and he can't live without sex. That means he is keeping at least one girl. Knowing she isn't the one hurts her pride.

"So? What will happen? You're turning into a monk?" She mocks

Namjoon ignores it and promises she will receive a good amount of money for the termination of the contract. He leaves her place — the place he bought but decided to give to her. He sighs in his car and his phone rings. It's a message from you. Namjoon clicks on the notification and he bites his lip when he witnesses a picture. A very naughty one. You're wearing lingerie, a beautiful set of hot pink lacy bra and panties. It fits your perfect body so well. He can't wait to see your ass with it, especially with the caption you have chosen: 'waiting for daddy'. He drives straight to your place. How can he make his pretty baby wait?

You are humming a random song while cooking your diner. Namjoon hasn't answer your text yet but you're not surprised: he rarely shows off before eleven pm. You still has your lingerie on but you have put a fluffy set of lounge clothes upon it. You can smell your lasagna developing all its savours and your mouth waters while anticipating the moment you'll finally be able to eat it.

You hear your door opens and you startle a little. You freeze, waiting for another noise.

"Baby?"

You sigh in relief as you recognize Namjoon's voice. You are also so happy of his surprise, you didn't expect him to come this quick. You run to meet him and hug him tight. Namjoon wraps his arms around your waist, digging his nose in the crook of your neck. You feel his lips softly brushing against your skin.

"That smells so good, did you cook?" He asks you with his cute dimple smile that illuminates his whole handsome face

"Yep, lasagna. It'll be ready soon, do you want some?"

He nods and grabs your hand to lead you to your open and huge kitchen. Namjoon gets closer to the oven to watch the pasta getting grilled. He didn't know you were such a cooker. Actually, he doesn't know much about you except what is going on in the bedroom. However, he gets excited at the idea of discovering more about your personality — he already knows your whole body like the back of his hand.

You turn off the oven and display the dish on the dinner table while Namjoon grabs a fancy bottle of wine he has brought a few weeks ago. You are so happy, but also surprised, about how curious he is tonight. He asks questions about your day but also about random things such as your hobbies, your childhood memories or your plans for this weekend. He never talks much, mostly because he is usually too busy fucking you. But you like it.

"Go get a shower, I'll do the dishes" You say when your stomachs are full

"I can help" Namjoon frowns

"It's okay" You reassure him, already taking the plates "I know you had a long day" You peck his lips "And I want you fully operative for later" You add with a wink

He chuckles and heads to your bathroom while you do as you said.

Namjoon is still in the shower when you enter your bedroom. You are thinking about joining him but before you can actually do it, the water turns off and a hot Namjoon appears. His naked body, only covered by a towel tied low on his hips, makes your pussy clench. You love how brawny he is — a real pleasure for the eyes. His biceps, his chest, his fucking abs. Everything is tempting. Honestly, he looks like a Greek God.

You can't hold yourself longer and push him onto your bed. You open the towel to face his cock. Even when it's soft, it still big. You start caressing it and it immediately gets harder. And you get wetter at the same time.

"You're needy tonight, baby" He smirks

Deep down, it fills his pride that you want him like that. It's rare when you initiate things in bed. Namjoon loves to be in control, however, he will let you take the lead for now — not for too long though.

"I've been thinking about you all day, I can't wait anymore" You explain, sincerely

You fully grab his dick in your hand and slide up and down. You feel his length getting thicker and heavier on your palm and fuck, your pussy is starting to soak your new panties. Once Namjoon is almost completely hard, you kiss his tip gently. Some pre cum lands on your lips. The salty liquid urges you to put him in you mouth already. And you do.

Namjoon moans when his cock is surrounded by the wetness, warmth and softness of your mouth. You suck on his length at a pretty fast pace, your tongue rolling around it. You can feel him growing bigger between your lips and you moan at it. He is fulling your mouth and you love the feeling of it.

However, it's not enough for Namjoon so he grabs your hair and pushes his dick deeper in your mouth, making you gag. The sinfulness of the gesture creates a wave of horniness inside your cunt.

Namjoon starts fucking your mouth and sloppy sounds from your mouth full of saliva and cock fill your room. He tastes so good on your tongue, you are literally drooling. Some oral fluid runs down his balls and your chin, creating a fucking mess. You love how Namjoon uses you to please him.

"I love your pretty mouth, baby" He growls as he enters you deeply and rests a little, preventing oxygen from filling your lungs

You tap his tights when you need to breathe again and you take a big cup of air when you are finally free. Your eyes are watery and your lips are swollen, that means it's perfect in Namjoon's point of view.

You go down again to bring his cock back inside your mouth . Some saliva covers Namjoon's fat dick and it gets so easy for him to fuck your throat. Once again, he pushes your gag reflex but it's fucking hot.

"Fuck" He moans when your hand starts caressing his balls

He has to pull out of your sweet mouth not to cum.

He uses your hair to bring your face close to his so he can kiss you harshly. His other hand finds your ass.

"Let me see what's underneath" He says as he tugs on your fluffy pants

You get rid off your lounge clothes to allow Namjoon to finally see your new set of lingerie. The hot pink bra and panties compliment you. It's both so fucking cute and hot. Like a sweet candy he can't wait to taste. Namjoon bites his lip and his intense dragon eyes make you blush.

"You like it?" You shyly ask

"I love it. You are so fucking pretty"

Your heart warms and you bend over to kiss him. It's true that Namjoon makes you feel sexy and confident. When he looks at you, you feel like the most beautiful woman on Earth.

Namjoon slides a hand underneath your small panties and rubs your clit. You moan against his lips and he takes it as the chance to push his tongue into your mouth. His digits don't hold back and are rolling on your clit both quickly and roughly.

"Stop, I gonna cum" You wince

"I don't see what's bad"

"I want to cum on your cock"

Namjoon looks straight into your eyes and, just for a second, an emotion you can't quite describe run through them. It shakes your whole inside.

Namjoon nods and gives some rest to your sensitive bud. However, he pushes your lacy panties aside to make your entrance accessible.

"Sit on daddy's cock" He orders but you notice that his voice is softer than usual

Anyway, you place your knees on both Namjoon's sides and grab his dick at its base to sit on it. You groan when you're full of him. His length is deep inside your pussy and your walls are stretched at their maximum. You don't move for a few seconds to get used to him but you soon need more.

Your hands land on Namjoon's firm chest to support you while you're riding him. Each bouncing creates a moan escaping from your lips and Namjoon gets a perfect view on your moving tits delicately enveloped by your bra. Even though the hot pink looks great on you, he prefers you with nothing on and undoes the lacy fabric to free your boobs. When he roughly grabs one of them, your head rolls back, making your moans raspier. You enhance your pace and fuck, you're going crazy. His cock is too big not to hurt when he is deep inside your cunt but it's the most delightful pain of all time. You love how it feels.

Your moves get unsteady as you're feeling your orgasm coming closer and closer. You collapse on Namjoon and he takes the lead. His hands firmly grab your ass and spread your cheeks to give him a better access to your cunt. His fingers are so deep into the soft flesh of your ass that you are sure you'll have bruises tomorrow. He starts pumping you fast and deep like a beast. You mutter your screams in the crook of his neck.

"Fuck, I'm close" You notify him like he doesn't feel your walls tightening at each pounding

Namjoon growls, the vibrations of it going straight inside your breasts pressed against him. Your body jolts with the strength of his poundings. It feels so fucking good, skins clapping loud in rhythm.

"I love it, I love your cock so much" You confess when a wave of euphoria wraps around you

You are so close to say you love him but fortunately for you, you cum before being able to say it out loud. Your whole body shakes while Namjoon's dick keeps entering your swollen pussy full of juices. Your orgasm is so strong that it makes your cunt way too tight for Namjoon to penetrate you like he would like to. He stops his moves but holds you close and kisses you. Your hand caresses his cheek and you rest your forehead against his to catch your breathe. Both of you are sweaty and literally smelling sex.

You lift up your torso to ride his big cock again. Whimpers leave your lips because of the overstimulation but it doesn't make you stop. Quite the opposite. You want Namjoon to fuck you as much as he wants to. If you can't have his love, at least you can have his body.

Namjoon rests on his left arm to be in a more sit position. You wrap your arms around his neck to help you jump up and down on his length, running your fingers in his blond hair at the same time. The change of position makes his cock slightly change the angle, hitting your g-spot.

"Oh my god, right here!" You exclaim with a gasp

He growls when he feels your pussy clenching. His right arm brings you closer to his chest, basically hugging you while you keep bouncing on his dick.

"You're so perfect" Namjoon whispers against your shoulder "My pretty baby"

You have always loved when he calls you like that. Someway, it makes you feel special — ridiculous when he probably gives the same pet name to his other sugar babies.

Namjoon's hand goes up your back to caress the back of your neck. The sweet gesture surprises you but makes you melt instantly. You press your lips against his and he moans at your cunt clenching. He knows you are close again.

"Cum for me, Y/N" He says is a deep voice

"I want to cum with you" You manage to say, your pitch a little higher than usual as you try not to cum

Namjoon nods and sits a little straighter so he can wrap his other arm around your waist. He holds you so tight that it gets hard for you to ride him. You have no other choice than to slow your pace and deepen your moves. You take him deeper every time, making you shiver at the pleasure and rolling your hips to increase the friction.

Namjoon pats your back, your neck and your ass. Fuck, he is so soft that your heart warms up and melts at the same time. It's so hard not to confess your feelings right now as you are feeling loved by him.

"Look at me" He whispers

Your eyes anchor his brown ones. The way he is looking at you is beyond words and you can't hold back any longer. Your orgasm washes over you like a huge wave of pleasure. Your toes curl and your body shakes in Namjoon's strong arms. He immediately joins you and paints your clenching walls with his thick and white shots of cum.

You are both out of breathe and Namjoon kisses you deeply. You rest your head a few minutes on his shoulder as sleep is slowly taking control of your body.

However, the moment is irrupted by the sound of your phone. You leave Namjoon's embrace with regret and look at the screen. You growl in annoyance when you witness the unregistered number you know way too well. Your ex, Soobin, contacts you from time to time when he is drunk. Honestly, you've told him several times to stop that. You didn't want to go as far as blocking his number but now it looks like you don't have other choices.

"Who's that?" Namjoon asks when he sees the wince on your face

"My ex, just ign—"

Namjoon cuts you off as he snatches your device from your hands.

"Hello? Y/N? I miss you so much" Soobin mumbles drunkly on the phone

Jealousy pinches Namjoon's heart. He has just fucked you and another man is trying to take you back. He won't let that happen, he will make clear to your ex that you're not available.

"Stop calling her or I'll make sure you won't" Namjoon barks aggressively

"Who are you?" Soobin asks, completely taken aback

"Her man. Now, if I hear you've contacted her again, you will regret it. Delete her number"

With that, Namjoon hangs up. He is tensed by anger and jealousy. He really doesn't like when men try to steal you away from him. He grabs your chin to capture your lips, not so gently.

"I think he won't call again" You say, shyly

"I hope so"

"Are you jealous?" You tease him

"Of course I am, look at you"

Namjoon is dead serious and it makes you blush. He smiles tenderly at your reaction and drags you down with him onto the mattress. His arms around your frame secure you against him.

"Let's go out tomorrow" He proposes

"Really?" Your voice is the definition of happiness

Namjoon hums in your hair.

"I want to go to the mall so I can spoil my pretty baby"

You giggle and sneak your nose deeper in his chest. You know you will sleep every well tonight.

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"Okay, that's enough" You say when Namjoon and you leave a sixth shop with hands full of bags

He kept his promise and did spoil you. You have so many new designer clothes and jewelries, you are not even sure if you have enough place for them. Namjoon put the bags down and stops in front of another shop. He grabs your waist to pull you into his side, kissing your forehead in the process.

"I think this little blue panties will look cute on you. I can already picture your pretty ass in it" He says half playful, half serious

Your cheeks get red when you look at the scandalous underwear. It's so tiny, you don't know even see the point of it.

"Stop it!" You whisper, quite ashamed that someone will hear you

"Namjoon?"

A female voice behind you catches your attention. You both turn around to discover who called him. Your eyes open wide when you see a woman in her sixties. She is wearing a very simple yet elegant cream dress. But what catches your attention is her features: they're delicate and her eyes look so much like Namjoon's ones. You look up at him and notice the evident surprise on his face.

"Mom?"

What?!

You never thought that you would meet Namjoon's relatives in your life. You start to panic: how should you introduce yourself? You're not Namjoon's girlfriend but you cannot say you're his sugar baby either, that would be so fucking weird. However, you are clearly not just friends since he was hugging you just a few seconds ago.

Namjoon's mom takes her son in her arms and you smile when you see how big he is compared to her. It doesn't take long for you to realize that the woman is caring and loving. You now understand where Namjoon's kindness comes from.

She turns toward you, waiting for Namjoon to introduce you and you gulp, not knowing how he is going to get out of this odd situation.

"Mom, this is Y/N" He simply says, embarrassed — he doesn't know what to say either

"Nice to meet you!" She greets you warmly

Namjoon clearly gets what's underneath his mother's words: are you the one? Is he finally getting married? Only if his mom knew what kind of relation you two have...

Embarrassment is filling the air but the woman speaks again:

"I hope I'll see you for Namjoon's birthday on Friday"

Her voice is nothing but sweet, trying to make you comfortable

"Y/N will be there, don't worry" Namjoon reassures her but looks at you to silently ask you if it's okay

You can't be happier. A bright smile lightens your whole face. You will get to see another part of Namjoon and the most important one: his family. Is he really going to take this step with you? Fuck, your heart is beating so fast.

"I'm looking forward for it" You tell her, politely

"Well, I see you soon then. I guess you are... occupied" Namjoon's mom says as she takes a look at the shop behind you and you would like to disappear under the ground right now "It was lovely to meet you Y/N"

"You too, Mrs. Kim" You reply with red cheeks as you bow at her

"Bye, mom" Namjoon says as he hugs her again

She places a delicate peck on her son's cheek and continues her journey to another section of the mall.

"I'm so embarrassed" You confess with your hands on your face, which makes Namjoon giggle

"Don't be, baby" He reassures you as he pulls you into his embrace "I think she likes you"

"Really?" You ask with hope

Namjoon nods.

"It's the first time she sees me with a woman"

Is he aware about what his words are doing to you? Certainly not. Namjoon is not aware of the hope he is giving you. You can't help but imagine that, maybe, it's the first step to shift from his sugar baby to his actual girlfriend. Your heart beats so loud and fast in your chest at that thought.

"Let's get these panties" You finally say — he has introduced you to his mother, you can wear these ridiculous panties to make him happy

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You don't really know how it happened but your life has turned into a roller coaster of emotions: you are so happy that you feel like flying and the very next moment everything seems to be crashed down. The latter is what you are feeling right now.

Honestly, the day has started quite good and you just wanted to go to the mall to find a gift for Namjoon's birthday. You've been searching for hours on the Internet for a good idea. When you thought about giving up, you saw a Vogue article about the new Bogetta Venata leather goods collection. The travel bag was so pretty that you basically ran to the store.

At that time, you were still very happy. But your whole mood changed when you met Lisa. You know damn well who she is: she had called Namjoon on FaceTime one day when you were with him. She also knows who you are since you were clearly visible — and very naked — in the back on the screen.

Your body is so tensed. You don't even know what to say to her so you hope she'll just ignore you. Well, it's not really Lisa's character...

"Oh, hi, sweetie!" Her voice is high and she looks so fucking hypocrite

"Hi" You reply with way less enthusiasm

"Did you find something nice?"

It takes you a few seconds to realize she is talking about your shopping session.

"Oh, I'm buying some birthday presents"

You're not sure you should say it's for Namjoon. However, Lisa surely knows his birthday date.

"If it's for Namjoon, you shouldn't bother" She snaps and you frown "You should start looking for a new sugar daddy, sweetheart. Namjoon is growing sick of us"

"What do you mean?" You say despite feeling that there is no air in your lungs right now

"He told me he doesn't want sugar babies anymore"

Shock is written all over your face but Lisa smirks. She was right: Namjoon was indeed keeping one girl. Too bad she met you today and told you the truth. She leaves you in the middle of the mall hall, completely lost.

Namjoon is cutting ties with all his sugar babies. It's just a matter of time before he does it with you. Fuck, it's going to hurt so bad. You can't wait with a sword of Damocles hanging above your head. You can't control Namjoon breaking your heart, however you can choose when he does it.

That's why you send him a text, asking if you can meet him at his office. He doesn't take too long to tell you you can come. You don't go to the receptionist this time and directly take the elevator for the twenty-sixth floor. Your hands are both sweaty and shaky as you are walking to Namjoon's office. You know how much you will be hurt when you step out of the room later and you are not really eager for it.

You knock on the door and hear Namjoon telling you to come in. The scene is painfully familiar but so much different at the same time since the mood is at the opposite of the last time you went to his office. You take a last deep breathe and open the door to face him. Fuck, he doesn't make anything easy. Why does he have to be so fucking hot today? And his damn dimple smile when he looks at you is not helping either.

However, his smile quickly disappears when Namjoon notices the look on your face. You are usually so cheerful, always smiling or blushing when you see him. But right now, he can only see pain on your pretty face.

"Is something wrong?" He asks with his eyebrows furrowed

"I want to talk about the contract" Your voice is way less confident than you would like it to be and it already sounds hurt

"What about it?"

You gather all your courage but you can't look at him. And goddamn, you can feel tears blurring your vision.

"I want to stop it"

The room is silent for a long moment. The tension is so big you feel like suffocating. You still don't look at Namjoon but you do hear him standing up and walking to you. You obliviously can't see how clenched are his jaws. He softly cups your face with his big hands and you finally look up. It takes everything you have not to let your tears from rolling down on your cheeks.

"Why? Did something happen?" He asks with some pain mixed with worry in his voice

"I just don't think it's what I want anymore"

It's the biggest lie of your life. You want him. More than everything. The real words that should have left your mouth are: 'I know it's not what you want anymore'. You hate the burning feeling in your chest. It's squeezing your heart so much you can't even breathe properly.

"I see" Namjoon simply replies and takes a step back

It's even more painful to feel the void he leaves. On your skin but also in your heart. Is that it? Is he not going to say anything? Deep down you wished he would try to change your mind but he doesn't. You really did imagine everything. You really fantasied his caring for you. You are so fucking stupid. All he cared about was your body. He even told you from the start, why did you think otherwise? Because of the way he looked at you? Because of his arms tenderly hugging you after sex? That's bullshit. The truth is that it didn't mean anything for him.

"I should get going" You say with a dry throat

Namjoon nods. You hope, for the last time, he'll say something but he doesn't. So you step out of his office, just before you burst into tears.

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joonberriess · 2 years

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˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ namjoon

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sugar

boyfriend au. | 10.8k words | pregnancy, fluff, porn with plot

you have a long history with your gentle giant, there's a lot more to come in the future. alternatively you're the light of namjoon's life.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ bad guy

dilf au. | 2.7k words | revenge sex, daddy kink, age-gap

getting back at your cheating (ex) boyfriend by fucking his dad, Namjoon <3

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ juicy

boyfriend au. | 1.5k words | manhandling, size difference, cunnilingus

having a size difference between you and your boyfriend, you can't help but love how big he's gotten..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ freak

boyfriend au. | 1.8k words | degradation, creampies, unprotected sex

the boys thinking you're the sweetest thing on this earth and can do no harm. namjoon has a few words to say about that.

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ macro

college au. | 1.1k words | big dick!joon, tummy bulge, creampies

namjoon's known around campus for being "big", you wonder if you can take him.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ homie hopper (ft. jungkook & hoseok)

college au. | 6.3k words | homie hopping, hook-ups, cucking

the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ me and your mama

boyfriend au. | 3.6k words | soft smut, drunk sex, pregnancy

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ seokjin

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ yoongi

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ angel

boyfriend au. | 7k words | fluff, slice of life, smutty

he's yours and you are his. you didn't need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ what’s poppin

boyfriend au. | 1.7k words | chain fetish, sugar daddy!yoongi, raw sex

yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he's pimped out, his girl gotta be too.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ devil

idol au. | 1.5k words | fingering, cunnilingus, degradation

being a staff member who is corrupted by yoongi, who takes a dark interest in you.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ shinunoga e-wa

husband au. | 1.9k words | soft smut, romance, cunnilingus

four times you said I love you, + the one time yoongi says it first. alternatively: five special moments with your beloved husband.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ “baby”

idol au. | 1.3k words | car sex, corruption kink, creampie

having a “innocent” reputation, but yoongi ruins it by fucking you in the backseat of his car.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ hoseok

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ all mine

fwb au. | 6.9k words | producer!hoseok, casual sex, idol!reader

you never expected in a million years to work with the one and only jung hoseok. you also didn't expect to indulge in a series of hook-ups with the rapper, but like a good girl you obey your senior.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ nda

idol au. | 1.2k words | blowjobs, fan!reader, throat/face-fucking

being one of the "lucky" fans at lollapalooza, getting a one on one experience with hoseok.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ homie hopper (ft. jungkook & namjoon)

college au. | 6.3k words | homie hopping, hook-ups, cucking

the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ jimin

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ all i need

college au. | 1.7k words | bf!jimin, porn with no plot, lazy sex

it's a lazy afternoon and you're watching the sun set with your boyfriend who's between your legs..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ want

boyfriend au. | 1.1k words | domesticity, porn with no plot, bf!jimin

forgetting all about the movie because jimin has other plans.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ taehyung

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ groupie love

idol au. | 4.8k words | hook-ups, degradation, one night stand

he was all yours for just one night, and you want to make the best of it before you go back to being just his fan.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sex talk (ft. jungkook)

fwb au. | 6.1k words | threesomes, hook-ups, fuckboy(s) taehyung & jungkook

you're seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they're roommates..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ maneater

sugar daddy au. | 2.9k words | spanking, age-gap, blowjob

pissing off taehyung who is your much older, sexy, sugar daddy.

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ eat my love

boyfriend au. | 2k words | fluffy smut, spooning fuck, fingering

"fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love,"

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ captain hook

fwb au. | 1.8k words | hook-ups, multiple orgasms, protected sex

"i like a dick with a little bit of curve, hit this pussy with an uppercut, call him Captain Hook,"

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ ecoute cherie

fiancé au. | 1.3k words | domesticity, pregnant sex, body worship

traveling to Paris with Taehyung, just enjoying your time with your fiancé and unborn child in your belly.

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ throat goat

fwb au. | 1.1k words | blow jobs, porn with no plot, car hook ups

sucking the soul out of taehyung through his cock.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ jungkook

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ big ole freak

fwb au. | 2k words | toxic!jungkook, car sex, degradation

you're both exclusive only to each other. jungkook fucks the way he acts-crazy, hard. too bad you're only here for the ride.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ sex talk (ft. taehyung)

fwb au. | 6.1k words | threesomes, hook-ups, fuckboy(s) taehyung & jungkook

you're seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they're roommates..

⇢ ☾ ˚₊ todas mueren por mi

boxer au. | 3.5k words | possessive jungkook, toxic relationship, angry sex

jungkook as a boxer and your boyfriend. he's your ride or die and you're his too. a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ 90s american superstar

highschool lovers au. | 4.7k words | fluffy, car sex, unprotected sex

a small fairytale that revolves around you and your boyfriend of many years, a journey of your ups and downs as you both enter the future together <3.

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ daddy issues

dilf au. | 2.4k words | older!jk, unplanned pregnancy, daddy kink

“take you like a drug, i taste you on my tongue,”

FLAWLESS SERIES

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ flawless

dilf au. | 3.4k words | daddy kink, unprotected sex, cunnilungus

“you’re a doll,”

02.

03.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ seven

baby daddy au. | 5.5k words | sleazy!jk, porn with plot, heavy dirty talk

"you know night after night, i'll be fuckin' you right," or: "girl hold on my baby daddy calling again."

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ pussy fairy

baby daddy au. | 2.6k words | breeding kink, fingering, shower sex

“that dick make my soul smile,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ slut me out

boyfriend au. | 1.9k words | porn no plot, cum eating, face riding

“put your ass in my face ‘til i get pink eye, fuck you anywhere, i’m that type guy,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ rodeo

dilf au. | 1.9k words | riding, daddy kink, subby!oc n dom!jk

“he love how i ride it, hop on that dick i make him get excited,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ malibu

baby daddy au. | 3.3k words | birthday sex, high sex, creampies

“she hotter than july in california, tan skin, eyes on it, stretched legs like the roads in malibu,”

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ do i wanna know

yandere au. | 19.8k words | stalking, dead dove, non-con/dub-con

“maybe i’m too busy being yours to fall for someone new. now i’ve thought it through, crawlin' back to you,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ agora hills

boyfriend au. | 1.9k words | porn w/o plot, messy sex, pussy whipped!jk

“love it when he hit and smack, too, baby lemme lick on your tattoos,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ 3D

pimp au. | 3.2k words | degradation, phone sex, masturbation

jungkook wants the real thing and not some picture or video. only thing is he’s on a business trip.

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ standing next to you

baby daddy au. | 6.9k words | drunk sex, angsty, fluffy

“they can’t deny our love, they can’t divide us, we’ll survive the test of time, i promise i’ll be right here, standing next to you,”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ need to know

pimp au. | 3.3k words | oc’s b day sex, pussy eating, public sex

“i just been fantasizin, and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,”

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ kerosene

cheating au. | 15k words | dead dove, obsession, blackmail

“i can live in your dreams, will you be my fantasy little baby?”

⇢ ❁ ˚₊ lovin’ you

flawless au. | 3.5k words | nasty sex, anniversary vibes, baby making!

“i was made, for lovin’ you.”

⇢ ✧ ˚₊ the boy is mine

bestie au. | 6.2k words | red flags, degradation, jk’s meannnn

“i can’t wait to try him,”

JOCK!JK SERIES

𓆩♡𓆪 the much needed thread (intro)

𓆩♡𓆪 “why don’t you say so?”

𓆩♡𓆪 “i ain’t motherfucking sharing,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “eat it like i need an apron on,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “can we take this off and get naked?”

𓆩♡𓆪 “booty so big, lord have mercy,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “he a eater, he ate it for lunch,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “oh, i’m falling, forever you and i,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “it’s the way that you can ride, think i met you in another life, so break me off another time,”

𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,”

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arisuworld · 9 months

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| CLEARING SOME DOUBTS + MOTIVATION FOR VOID AND MANIFESTATION |

DISCLAIMERS:

1. Strong language (i swear a lot), sarcasm ahead, tough love typa shit. This is meant to be helpful and reassuring but I'm not going to treat y'all like you're made of sugar and talk like I'm from 50 years ago. Deal with it or not.

2. English is not my first language. So, there can be many grammatical mistakes.

So, lately I see a lot of people questioning law of assumption and void like "is this even real?" "I saw this post on reddit and they say manifestation is not real" "void isn't real, it never worked for me"

well guys, rather than sending hundreds asks to bloggers, just try to manifest once in your life? It's not like you're doing this for someone else. You're doing this for YOU, for YOUR OWN SELF. THEN WHY THE PROCRASTINATION?

Secondly, use your own fcking mind okay? Why do you even listen to people who are judgemental and just always shittin around? Do what benefits you!! If reddit doesn't benefit you then delete it.

Thirdly, VOID IS REAL!! 100% tested and proven by hundreds and thousands people but you still chose to believe one of those who don't believe in void. Great, right? Also, just because you failed to enter void once or twice doesn't declares that 'void isn't real'. It's okay to doubt after a failure, it's human nature but get your shit together alright? Get right back on track because IF YOU WON'T, THEN WHO WILL DO IT FOR YOU? Only you can change your life girlie!!

Now, look this is on you. If you want to have your dream life, you can have it right now but you choose to waste your time reading anonymous's success stories rather than making your own. Why don't you take it upon yourself? AND JUST DO IT? WHY NOT? IF THEY CAN THEN WHY CAN'T YOU? WHAT'S STOPPING YOU? The method is not the problem, swallowing or staying still is not the problem. It's you!! If only you could have some faith in yourself, then you would be living your dream life rather than crying over your shitty life right now. Believe me or not, but only you can change your life. ONLY YOU! No one will do it for you, not even your favourite goddess blogger. (Also, they have their own personal life so please stop spamming asks and disturbing them with your stupid annoying questions which has been already answered millions times. Yes, they've been answered millions times!!!)

All you have to do is change your mindset , affirm and get that dream life. THEN WHAT'S STOPPING YOU FOR FCKS SAKE? YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT MUCH? IT'S JUST SO EASY. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO OVER COMPLICATE IT? Manifesting is just like breathing = Natural, easy and effortless. But you still choose to over complicate it and then be like "Why it's not working, pls help" Listen gurl, the bloggers don't know what is going through your head 24/7, only you do. Only you can point out your own mistakes and work on your self concept.

I mean I get it, really. Your whole life, you've been told that ONLY hard work can make you achieve great things but suddenly you get to know that you're the god of the reality and that you can get THAT BIG ASS MANSION, MERCEDES AND KIM TAEHYUNG IN YOUR ARMS JUST BY AFFIRMING. Yes it's hard to believe sometimes but shouldn't you be happy? That all you have to do is sit back and relax. Shouldn't you be happy that you don't have to work 24/7 to earn good money? SHOULDN'T YOU BE HAPPY THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS JUST CHILL?? Yes, you should be but you silly goose choose to procrastinate.

"The cost of procrastination is THE LIFE YOU COULD'VE LIVED" (LET THAT SINK IN)

So what are you even waiting for? You already know how void and law of assumption works then why are you lurking on Tumblr 24/7? Why don't you take a break and show up on Tumblr with your own success story? Just go and get THAT LIFE BABY. TRUST ME IT'S SO EASY. Once you get it, you'll understand how stupid you were to procrastinate.

So the conclusion is, chill and relax babe and get that dream life. It's just so easy. You don't need to stress over it. It's just so fun and effortless. You can have a great journey ahead but only if you put some efforts in. i Hope to see y'all spamming some good ass success stories, alright? Good luck y'all <3

#manifesting #law of assumption #loa #loa blog #loassumption #manifestation #manifestation blog #void state #manifesation #void #manifest it #motivation #get motivated

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spacequokka · 1 year

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BTS Kinks & Turn Ons

Right, so I lost a bet with @iibonniee and she got to choose the next thing I posted from my project list. It’s also Tipsy Drabble Friday so guess who’s vibing~ This is more drunk headcanon than my other birth chart interpretations so be prepared for some certyfied shitposting.

Seokjin || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Roleplay

The bedroom is his stage and best believe he’s ready to put on a show. Be willing to follow his head and take direction to have the night of your life. Specifically, says he likes big tits, so there’s that. Can be a nympho at times.

Yoongi || Venus: Aries, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Daddy Dom

Yeah, I said it. Likes being in control, caring for his partner as well as punishing them (sugar and ice). Loves giving gifts he can use or see in use. Honestly a softie under that grumpy cat look. Very good at after care and dealing with subspace without going overboard. 10/10 best daddy. Tends to fall in love, especially with people who consistently hype him up and support his ideas.

Hoseok || Venus: Pisces, Mars: Aquarius || Kink: Phone Sex

Lures you in with sweetness and fluffy playfulness. Sensitive and romantic. Loves to surprise you. But will also call you up and turn you on no matter where you are or what you’re doing. At work? Touch yourself under the desk. At the mall? Find a dressing room and let him see what you have on under that shirt. Needs to hear you get off. Wants to make sure he stays on your mind when he’s not next to you.

Namjoon || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Orgasm Control

Deeply devoted to pleasing you and is fucking amazing at it. Just imagine that beautiful mind focused on making you cum as many times as you can take it. Of course, this comes at a cost: you cum at his command, over and over, until you use your safeword. Don’t tap out, baby. Will thoroughly fuck your mind before he does your body. Prone to jealousy and will ensure you remember no one else will ever fuck you as well as he can. And I ain’t even mad, tbh.

Jimin || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: Praise with dom tendencies

Not Serendipity coming on when I get to him. Even if you don’t know shit about astrology, you know looking at double Scorpio, it just makes fucking sense, right? Like, of course, he is. Little menace to my bias list. Alrighty, so another pleasure giving king who loves your attention. (Charlie Puth didn’t lie.) Can’t stand your mind being anywhere but on him when he gets you alone. Will fuck you stupid until you fall apart so he can put you back together to his liking. Save yourself. Lives for training and breaking you in. Sounds possessive but really it’s you possessing him. He’s that devoted to you when you steal his heart. It’s only fair, no? Will gladly let you lead once you’re as drunk on him as he is for you. There’s little he won’t do for you after that.

Taehyung || Venus: Aquarius, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Brat Taming

Thinking about that time I read @tatertotthethot‘s The Dom Next Door and Tae had a tat on his hand that said YOUR THROAT HERE like yes. He’d thoroughly enjoy the challenge of getting you to submit. He wouldn’t even have to do anything special to punish you. Just ignoring you when you’re acting out is enough because you know the pleasure you’re missing out on. Like why bother? When you get it together, he’ll toy with you until you’re crying and shaking then punish you with dick. We support Big Dick Tae in this house. Lowkey and determined with a slight temper and a need to stay in control.

Jungkook || Venus: Libra, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: Auralism

A gentle lover who wants to make your relationship work. Just wants to be treated fairly and share everything with you. 🥺 What gets him going is your voice, the little moans you make when you taste something delicious or when he hits that spot just right. It seems simple, but does so much for him. Especially when your mouth’s right by his ear. He’ll do everything he can to hear your voice. If you leave him a voicemail, you can bet he’ll save it just to listen to later when he can’t get his hands on you.

#bts headcanons #bts smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #bts x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader

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frieschan · 1 year

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bangtan with an idol gf // bts hcs

➳ member/s featured: kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook x f! reader (separate)

➳ unrequested | headcanons // fluff/crack

➳ TW:

➳ summary: how would our bangtan boys be like with a girlfriend who is a fellow idol?

➳ AN: decided for a small break between workin' on querencia, if you have the time, pls check it out here! its a hybrid ot7 x m reader fic :) i hope more ppl would like it since its mainly my first time to create a full story.

➳ extra info: y/n's filler name will be yona as an abbreviation from 'your name' (yona), she is also around the age as vmin except older than the V

—KIM NAMJOON ; rap monster !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yojoon

-ˋˏ ღ library dates are a must, or even a hole in the wall cafe/library

-ˋˏ ღ listening to him ramble about a new book he read because he's ur baby

-ˋˏ ღ having plant kids that the both of u post about

-ˋˏ ღ you usually have to drive for him or the two of you bike to your destination, a few fans catching the two of you

-ˋˏ ღ he loves writing lyrics or poems about or for you, actually some of his songs are about you

-ˋˏ ღ cleaning after him was part of your resume in becoming his girlfriend.

-ˋˏ ღ he's broken so much shit in your house it's not even funny

-ˋˏ ღ he's your clumsy little boy

-ˋˏ ღ he also has rizz. very good rizz

-ˋˏ ღ always knowing when you're nervous around him with that fat brain of his (smart boy also)

-ˋˏ ღ he always gets so strained as a leader of the biggest kpop group and then having to translate for his brothers, he ends up just collapsing to you and sleeping for a while to recharge his battery

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes you think about the time he brought his bike inside his producing room

-ˋˏ ღ "jagi that's not a good idea-"

-ˋˏ ღ "army needs to see my bike!"

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes he doesnt even understand his strength cuz one time when you were on his favorite spot on the couch, he picked you up so fast

-ˋˏ ღ HIS FACE WAS SO SHOCKED

-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! WHY'D YOU DO THAT?"

-ˋˏ ღ "Why are you so light? Are you sure you're eating enough?"

-ˋˏ ღ "DID YOU FORGET YOU GO TO THE GYM ALMOST EVERYDAY?"

-ˋˏ ღ you and bts work together on babysitting namjoon always

-ˋˏ ღ you also know about the fact he watches porn.. a lot

—KIM SEOKJIN ; jin !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: jinna

-ˋˏ ღ you two are such a handful oh my god

-ˋˏ ღ even though he's the oldest, he acts like a baby with you and whines about everything

-ˋˏ ღ but then he can also baby you

-ˋˏ ღ he loves feeding you food or cooking with you on camera

-ˋˏ ღ He has 'Eat Jin' while you have 'Cook Yona' which is honestly really cute omg

-ˋˏ ღ whatever you cooked on Cook Yona, Jin would mukbang it in Eat Jin, sometimes he even shared! (barely)

-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love trying to fatten him up cause he's a sucker for food

-ˋˏ ღ usually once you guys are full, it's either you start cleaning and he starts gaming or other way around

-ˋˏ ღ one of your cute habits is whenever his break cheeks show up, you pinch them a lot

-ˋˏ ღ also he scolds (raps) you like every other member

-ˋˏ ღ you were with that one cooking episode where jungkook and taehyung were cooking, you felt so bad for them but it was hilarious to watch

-ˋˏ ღ whenever he games, you always make little snacks for him because you know he gets really mad at the game but its even worse when hes on an empty stomach (you dont want his yelling to disturb your sugar gliders)

-ˋˏ ღ you like to have jungkook over sometimes so he can play with jin since you THOUGHT that would make him yell less (no the yelling doubled.)

-ˋˏ ღ you recorded the two of them playing together and caught jin smacking jungkook for snatching his food (IT WAS FOR THE BOTH OF THEM.)

-ˋˏ ღ just dance nights are very common for the two of you after that one in the soop episode

-ˋˏ ღ fishing dates are suddenly also a thing now because he said so

-ˋˏ ღ his dad jokes make you sob on the inside, but then again the boys think of you as their mom since you worry your head off like one

-ˋˏ ღ "JAGI, IS KOOKIE OKAY?!"

-ˋˏ ღ "that brat is fine, he does dumb stuff a lot"

—MIN YOONGI ; suga !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yoona

-ˋˏ ღ to start this off, you bullied yoongi with the others.

-ˋˏ ღ BUT ITS REALLY FUNNY BECAUSE HIS REACTIONS ARE HYSTERICAL

-ˋˏ ღ YooNa moments are really hard to catch on camera, because yoongi has a preference on keeping a lot of your vulnerable moments private but when they do come up, THEY'RE ALWAYS LIKE A KDRAMA

-ˋˏ ღ there was this one scenario, both of your kpop groups were attending an event and were sat next to eachother (totally not on purpose uhuh)

-ˋˏ ღ the thing was, your company failed to think that your outfit wouldn't give you enough warmth, and the even was out in the open so you were freezing to death (BRUH)

-ˋˏ ღ and yoongles was kind enough to shrug off his coat and put it over your shoulders

-ˋˏ ღ he got rewarded with a kiss in private :)

-ˋˏ ღ whenever he has birthday lives, you're always there with him or well- you're in every live he has

-ˋˏ ღ he was wearing some goofy shades and a party hat while you were just watching

-ˋˏ ღ "you look like a clown, pabo (fool)"

-ˋˏ ღ "someone doesn't want cake"

-ˋˏ ღ you both glared at eachother after, even though you couldn't even see his eyes

-ˋˏ ღ the armies were just laughing their asses off in the chat

-ˋˏ ღ anyway, you honestly love his gummy little smile or the way he's an old man in a young body

-ˋˏ ღ your relationship reflects that statement, the both of you prefer being traditional most of the time

-ˋˏ ღ sure he loves watching movies for hours and taking a nap, but nothing would ever beat just watching the moon together

-ˋˏ ღ when he was nervous about releasing his first album, you were with him every step of the way! the production of music, drafting of ideas, the photoshoots

-ˋˏ ღ when you were gone for months on end because of a tour and press conference across the world, yoongi was absolutely depressed

-ˋˏ ღ he ended up releasing his frustration through music specifically, so far away that featured Suran

-ˋˏ ღ when you listened to it, your heart honestly shattered

-ˋˏ ღ that day, you promised yourself that you would always be with Yoongi, you will never be far from him for over 2 months, it was what made your relationship grow so much

-ˋˏ ღ you had seen every side of him, the raw energy of agustD, the creative and sweet Suga, then the truthful and reflecting Min Yoongi

-ˋˏ ღ and he had seen every part of you, Yona's love for her fans, and Y/N's truth

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are absolutely in love, soulmates even

-ˋˏ ღ everyone is convinced that the two of you were made for eachother

-ˋˏ ღ OKAY BACK TO CRACK

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love arguing with eachother as a joke and he just starts being a baby

-ˋˏ ღ you remember the one time you stole his last tangerine and he was so upset (not really but he wanted to be petty) that he THEN finished all the ice cream in your freezer

-ˋˏ ღ yes you ranted about this to your fans and yoongi heard, so he just walked up to you and started clinging onto you to annoy you

-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! Get off you man-child!"

-ˋˏ ღ "What if I say no"

-ˋˏ ღ "god!"

-ˋˏ ღ "Yes?"

-ˋˏ ღ you hated him being such a smart ass too but like it's okay i guess....

-ˋˏ ღ one time you slapped cat ears on his head and he was just flabbergasted while staring at you

-ˋˏ ღ (you snapped pics so fast and sent them to the guys)

-ˋˏ ღ ANYWAY you bullied him by constantly calling him cute and whatever (maybe even ahjussi)

-ˋˏ ღ ok but then he calls you a grandma too

-ˋˏ ღ sitting on his lap or on his sofa while he produces music is really calming for u

-ˋˏ ღ just baskin in eachothers presence <3

—JUNG HOSEOK ; j-hope !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yo-hope

-ˋˏ ღ he's your sunshine and you're his moon omg

-ˋˏ ღ it was such a 'sunshine and the moon that protects it' trope and the fans loved it

-ˋˏ ღ hobi was always there to cheer you up after a really stressful day at work and you loved him so much for it

-ˋˏ ღ it was absolutely amazing to come home to him after a bad day since he knew what to do to cheer u up and make u happyyy

-ˋˏ ღ when some antis were hating him, you couldn't care less if you had gotten backlash, you defended him in every way you could

-ˋˏ ღ at this point, hobi was all you could ever care about since the two of you had supported one another since day one

-ˋˏ ღ when you two announced the two of you were together, the positivity that came out was overwhelming and the both of you were absolutely overjoyed with it

-ˋˏ ღ yo-hope was one of the favorite ships in the k-pop community because of the contrast between the two of you

-ˋˏ ღ you were actually the one that got hobi to start doing lives again!!! you always encouraged him and made sure he heard the things youd end your live on

-ˋˏ ღ "Okay guys, if Hobi ever goes on live, please show him as much support and love you can! for me!"

-ˋˏ ღ and on hobi's first live, you were there and made sure to check if some of your fans had actually showed support and sure enough, it was full of usernames that were referencing your kpop group

-ˋˏ ღ you and hobi are almost inseparable unless absolutely necessary because whenever you arent around, sweet boy feels so incomplete

-ˋˏ ღ there are like hundreds of compilations of Yo-Hope moments, a lot of the time you would just walk up to hobi and cling on him cause you need your charger

-ˋˏ ღ HIS JOY IS YOUR JOY

-ˋˏ ღ You love watching the boys kinda just grab hobi and hug him too, cuz he really is bangtan's sunshine

-ˋˏ ღ when the maknaes mess around with hobi, you swear hobi should be in the maknae line

-ˋˏ ღ whenever hobi is about to collapse laughing, you always catch him while laughing yourself (you cant deny it, there are 10 minute compilations of it)

-ˋˏ ღ you know when he has his moments when he's really stressed and down, overthinking about a lot, but you're always there to keep him up

-ˋˏ ღ you'll always be his moon, his partner, his soulmate :)

-ˋˏ ღ okay not going to lie, you and yoongi have beef over who gets jhope more (literally glaring at eachother from across the room)

-ˋˏ ღ it's okay though! the both of u decided to glare at anyone who messes with hobi

-ˋˏ ღ (i'm totally not buttering u guys up bcuz jimin's hcs r so funny)

-ˋˏ ღ Jack in the Box was a wild experience for you, Jay was a whole other entity when you watched him perform

-ˋˏ ღ hobi wanted to show armies that he wasn't all smiles and that he also struggled, YOU WERE ALL FOR IT!!!!

—PARK JIMIN ; jimin !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yomin

-ˋˏ ღ jimin.. the punching bag of bangtan for the amount of funny and embarrassing stuns he has pulled

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are such lover girl x lover boy though

-ˋˏ ღ jimin could care less about the cameras around, he wants his baby!! the editors can deal with cutting it out!!!!

-ˋˏ ღ he loves to just like.. snatch you away from everyone and like keep you on his lap

-ˋˏ ღ "jimin, can I get off-"

-ˋˏ ღ "No"

-ˋˏ ღ In terms of man child-ness, he and taehyung are verrryyy close

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes the three of you hangout, taehyung ends up being like the sibling you bring around while you and your s/o go out and buying the kid so much food

-ˋˏ ღ at this point, you don't know if taehyung comes for the food or for the companionship BUT ANYWAY back to jimin

-ˋˏ ღ you and jimin act like such a married couple (hes totally not planning to propose uhuh mhm yessir on god)

-ˋˏ ღ the two of you bicker and then end up having a whole kdrama scene and I think the other BTS members are really tired of it but who cares you two love eachother

-ˋˏ ღ the way you two guys met was the funniest part

-ˋˏ ღ you and him were hosting together, and while interviewing someone at a table and sitting down, jimin immediately fell down on live

-ˋˏ ღ you were fighting for your life to not laugh while the interviewee was just there flabbergasted

-ˋˏ ღ that's how you two became such a lover girl and lover boy couple

-ˋˏ ღ when his new album came out, he absolutely demanded you would make a cameo in the 'Like Crazy' mv and you ended up in it

-ˋˏ ღ so now you're in the theories for the music video but like it's okay cause they're entertaining

-ˋˏ ღ jimin probably reads fanfics of YoMin and he loves to be shameless about it when he's with you.. what a brat

-ˋˏ ღ speaking about brat, he has such an attitude sometimes oh my god

-ˋˏ ღ out of everyone, he also has such a strong satoori and it's funny and scary at the same time

-ˋˏ ღ HE SOUNDS SO CONDESCENDING- he loves using it when a guy tries harrassing you while the both of you are out

-ˋˏ ღ You know that one video with Taehyung and Jimin together, and Jimin starts threatening you in Satoori? Yeah imagine that 💀

-ˋˏ ღ he's so mean sometimes too I swear- he loves teasing and bullying you

-ˋˏ ღ In the name of your stans, you will beat Jimin up one day, just not today

-ˋˏ ღ when the both of you are live and you find yourself without your indoor slippers he's yelling at you like:

-ˋˏ ღ "WEAR YOUR SLIPPERS PROPERLY"

-ˋˏ ღ "URUSAI (SHUT UP IN JAPANESE FOR SOME REASON?)"

-ˋˏ ღ The armies and stans were just watching this happen like it was normal. They're all used to how you and Jimin are like when the two of you are together

-ˋˏ ღ They saw you smack jimin and then Jimin stared at the camera with his mouth agape

-ˋˏ ღ "ARMYYY SHE JUST HIT ME"

-ˋˏ ღ and then the messages were like "BEAT HIM UP Y/N" "GO OFF QUEEN" "MOREEEEEE 🤾🏻‍♀️🤾🏻‍♀️" "let her COOK"

-ˋˏ ღ and suddenly jimin was lying down on the floor while you scrolled on your phone

-ˋˏ ღ yeah you made him beg for forgiveness

—KIM TAEHYUNG ; V !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: taena

-ˋˏ ღ "tan-ahh don't keep Y/N all to yourself!!"

-ˋˏ ღ you were yeontan's momma ever since you and taehyung got together and it was obvious who was tannie's favorite

-ˋˏ ღ you loved to take pictures with yeontan and post it on social media, showing the world the adorable teacup pom with his popular momma! all with taehyung's permission of course

-ˋˏ ღ in one of taehyung's very much rare lives, the three of you were in bed with acoustic music playing in the back

-ˋˏ ღ though the live was very short, armies could fully see the love and admiration taehyung had for you

-ˋˏ ღ actually- he even decided to kiss you in front of the cam 😭

-ˋˏ ღ the next day, the clip was all over social media, taehyung personally thinking they're just overreacting about the whole ordeal like he's not one of the most powerful men in Korea 💀💀

-ˋˏ ღ but tae is your baby tbh (he's the goofy little dork in the relationship and you have to take care of him)

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung has this one cute habit where if he goes on live, he HAS to talk about your idol career or you in general at least.. like three times

-ˋˏ ღ everyone needs to know the beauty of Korea is his of course!!

-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love listening to his deep husky voice in their songs.. you love all of them but nothing beats taehyung's solo songs for you (they are in your everyday playlist)

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love to wear matching outfits when you have to go out, and the fans go wild for it!

-ˋˏ ღ I swear to god you've seen a shirt with a picture of u and taehyung matching on it 😭

-ˋˏ ღ whenever your schedules let you, the three of you like to go out in the early morning to walk around the empty streets of seoul like a little family

-ˋˏ ღ this doesnt stop taehyung from wanting 3-5 kids in the future though

-ˋˏ ღ you and taehyung absolutely value time together since the both of you are constantly doing someone with their idol career, but at the end of the day

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you still lay in the same bed just admiring eachother

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung maybe locking yeontan out of the room if he was feeling a bit frisky that night

-ˋˏ ღ but anyway, this little dork loves showing you the random stuff he buys and it's honestly concerning and funny at the same time

-ˋˏ ღ and he's so freaking blunt about it omfg

-ˋˏ ღ "look at that chair with an ass on it" "tae, jagi, what the fu-"

-ˋˏ ღ AND THE HAS LIKE 10 RAMEN COOKERS IN HIS HOUSE HELP SAVE Y/N

-ˋˏ ღ even then, he still wants you to cook for him cause he's a lil baby that can't take care of himself omg

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung loves to abuse his tata mic face on you and it makes it so hard to say no to him, the situation goes like:

-ˋˏ ღ "Jagi, I want a bread maker"

-ˋˏ ღ "Tae, no, why in the name of Bang-PD would we need a bread maker??"

-ˋˏ ღ *tata mic face*

-ˋˏ ღ "oh my god- you are such a baby, fine ugh"

-ˋˏ ღ tae also has this one habit of like making up his own language or something, and the fact that you've spent years with him and as his soulmate, you are his translator alongside Suga

-ˋˏ ღ you find it absolutely endearing and adorable though

-ˋˏ ღ you know how taehyung is blunt yeah? he has said with a straight face before the following:

-ˋˏ ღ "If this idol thing doesn't work out for us, we should become a farm family and have an army of 5 kids and then an army of chickens to attack jimin-shi when he visits us"

-ˋˏ ღ lord have mercy on Y/N- WAIT 5 KIDS? 💀

—JEON JUNGKOOK ; jungkook !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yokook

-ˋˏ ღ the only thing he likes about the two of you being idols is that the both of you have a gigantic privilege

-ˋˏ ღ he absolutely hates the fact that the two of you lack privacy and the hate that comes from some 'army' (bruh)

-ˋˏ ღ other than that, he still is absolutely in love with you, full of adoration in his adorable doe eyes

-ˋˏ ღ you know how he's the ambassador of Calvin Klein? You're also an ambassador so CK decided a couple shoot with the both of you would be good coverage for them

-ˋˏ ღ another pro about the couple shoot is that you can make it clear to your fans that the both of you are very much devoted to each other

-ˋˏ ღ weekly training together is a must! an absolute must!!! or else kookie will get sulky and sad for the rest of the week and cry to bam or something

-ˋˏ ღ on one of his late night lives, you had walked into the room while he was talking to army, he had the galaxy doohickey on and a candle next to him

-ˋˏ ღ "hi tokki" you greeted him with a soft smile

-ˋˏ ღ "noona!" he immediately took his attention off the chat to walk to you and give you a kiss

-ˋˏ ღ the army were going crazy in chat with "YOKOOK!!" "MY SHIP SAILED" "Love to YoKook from ___!! <3"

-ˋˏ ღ after the small kiss the both of you sat on the couch and you greet the army with a wave and lazy grin

-ˋˏ ღ you and jungkook made some small talk while some music played on the tv, you could only assume that he was doing some karaoke before you got home

-ˋˏ ღ while the two of you talked, you caught a glimpse from chat that includes "Kookie looks so inlove with her🥺🥺", "He grew up so fast and now he has an amazing gf 😭", "His eyes tell so much!!!!"

-ˋˏ ღ the smile that appeared on your face couldn't be contained, the moment jungkook saw your smile, he turned to look at the source and he couldn't help but smile himself at all the comments

-ˋˏ ღ "Thank you for all the support, Army. I'll always hold Army, BTS, and Y/N close to my heart"

-ˋˏ ღ honestly you made him pull out the slight busan accent (its so hot bruh wtf the little sigh at the end) and you loved the way it sounded

-ˋˏ ღ You went to go do a quick errand in your shared bedroom so you left Kook alone in the living room to do whatever he was doing

-ˋˏ ღ what you came back to was absolutely adorable and hilarious.

-ˋˏ ღ you saw a kookie in slumber, a chat going wild the moment they saw you, and the candle still burning.

-ˋˏ ღ you laughed as you read some of the comments from chat and blew out the candle, you bid army farewell with a promise that you will take care of the golden maknae

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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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love the new fic bonny!! in i like you (say it back) were there times where oc gets a little discouraged or doubtful or idk just kind of :/// since she’s so so forward with her affection in comparison to koo (and how does he resolve that?) or if not i’d love to see the little things he does that reassures her :>>>

"I can't believe you managed to drag him out here!" Jimin shouts over the music booming, and you sigh a little, looking at your best friend with a mixture of guilt and sadness. "Oh no, why that face?" He immediately worries. "Are you two fighting?" He asks, looking over a little to watch the man in question sit near the side by himself, simply looking around.

"No.." You respond, though with a clear pout on your lips. "But- like, do you think he's happy with me?" You ask, worry clear in your voice.

"Sugar, he loves you to the moon and back, what are you talking about?" Jimin asks bewildered. "That man adores you!" He tries to reassure you.

"But what if he's just nice?" You say. "Like, you all SAY he loves me- but.. you know, he never tells me." You worry, and Jimins eyes widen.

"He doesn't?" He asks, confused. "He literally chews off Tae's ear every time the conversation falls on you in any way. Baby here, baby there, baby did this, baby did that- he never shuts up!" He laughs, making sure someone dancing doesn't bump into you.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." You huff, looking around before adjusting the strap of your top. "I should head home. He hates parties- I don't wanna force him to be here longer than he has to." You say, walking over to the bar to grab your bag and give Taehyung a goodbye kiss on his cheek- the same you offer Jimin.

"Talk to him, please." Jimin kindly advices. "Don't ruin this for yourself, okay?" He asks, and you shrug, before you walk over to Jungkook- who looks up at you absolutely confused.

"Let's go home." You tell him, and he furrows his brows, hand reaching out, palm opening and closing in a silent request to hold yours. The sight of your smaller hand in his tattooed palm however doesn't reassure you this time like it usually does- all it really does is prove to you how drastically different you both are.

He gently pulls you down towards him so he doesn't have to yell so much, other hand reaching out to cover your cleavage for you as you lean in to hear him better. "Are you sure? You've not been here long at all." He asks, and you shrug.

"No, it's fine." You deny. "I don't wanna force you to be here."

"You're not." He shakes his head. "I'm alright, the music's nice. Go enjoy yourself." He tries again, but you shake your head again, not looking at him.

"I wanna go home." You say again, and he just caves in at that, unsure what else to do. He's not got a clear hunch as to why your mood suddenly caved in like this, collapsing like a house of cards without any reason.

And in the car, you're awfully quiet.

"You.. look nice, by the way." He offers awkwardly, stopping at a red light, radio almost unnoticeably playing in the background.

"Thanks." You mumble, leaning against the car door, looking out the window.

Jungkook hates situations like this.

If he was more confident, or more experienced in the act of talking to other people, he might be able to ask you straight up what's wrong. But he can't- what if that question leads to you telling him that you want to break up? That you've realized this isn't working, that you could do better? He doesn't want that to happen. So he rather stays quiet.

"..Jungkook?" You wonder suddenly, very quietly, and he hums a reply to make sure you know he's listening. "Do you.. like me?" You wonder, and his eyes widen.

"Of course." He tells you without any pause to think about it. He doesn't have to. Of course he likes you- he loves you, his heart your home, decorated with memories he's made with you. "Did I do something?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Why do you never say it back?" You ask, and he's a little confused. "Like, when I say goodnight? I always tell you I love you. But you never say it back." You quietly complain to yourself, socked feet rubbing against each other, high heels stripped off as your feet rest on his car's seat. "Or when I go to work. I say goodbye, and that I love you, but you don't say it back." You softly say, and he begins to chew on his lower lip, unsure how to answer.

"I-" He stammers, feeling put under pressure. "It's.. weird to me." He offers. "I'm not used to saying it. I'm sorry." He apologizes.

"It's fine." You respond, looking over at him. "It's fine if you don't love me too, you know? I told you we can just be friends too-"

"No!" He blurts out in panic, setting the lights to park his car in the parking lots of a fast food place. Once he's found a spot, he turns off the engine, sighs as his hands fall from the steering wheel into his lap. "I do.. you know, love you." He offers.

"but?" You ask with hesitance, and he shakes his head.

"No but." He denies. "You're just.. I don't wanna over-use it." He tries to explain himself. "So instead, I, you know, do things for you. Take care of you, tell you to take care when you go to work, check in with you via text because I just know you'd forget to drink at work because you always do-" He rambles. "-and when you tell me you love me, it feels so.. dull to just say 'love you too' like, that's just so plain and boring." He huffs, frustrated with himself by now. "You.. always come up with so many different ways to tell me you love me, and I want to do that too- but I'm not as creative as you." Jungkook reveals. "I can't say things as well as you do. I can't-" He finally looks over to you. "-there's, you know, nothing good enough I could say that could.. explain how I feel about you. When you sleep next to me every night, or when you wake up the next morning, or when you sit next to me when we watch TV."

"Kook..." You say, bottom lip pouting as you become emotional. "You're such a hecking liar." You complain, crossing your arms.

"I- what?" He asks, confused again.

"That was such a pretty way of saying I love you!" You whine. "You fucking stupid pretty guy, just saying 'yeah me too' would've been fine too!" You complain, while he laughs, opening his arms for a small hug- though, naturally, you go all in, unbuckling your seatbelt to crawl over the middle to sit in his lap, clinging onto him. "I love you so much." You huff into his chest, his hands running up and down your back.

"...love you too." He mumbles quietly into your hair.

Quiet-

but you hear it loud and clear.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader

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edytae · 1 year

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Spoiled (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: Taehyung loves providing you.

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: Taehyung speaks filthy but he is whiny at first.

word count: 2112

A/N1: this to everyone who are thinking to print their own money as the tuition fees are ridicilously high.

A/N2: I CANNOT believe how many people enjoyed my last fic :(( Thank you everyone. Please check out my latest work: Puppy Daddy and my all Taehyung-smut masterlist.

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Taehyung sighed deeply as his hips rutted against you desperately. “Baby… baby…” He whined and whined.

You tried to carefully hold your champagne glass filled with sparkling water. “Taehyung! I am gonna spill this all over you.” You tried to stop his needy hips but oh boy he was turned on.

“Baby… Give me a kiss.” He was sitting on top of you, clearly not minding his tall frame, facing you with his dreamy eyes and shaky hands. Even though his weight made you stay underneath him, you enjoyed how much he was turned on.

You gladly gave him the kiss he asked for. He gently kissed around your lips before delving into your mouth and taking it more steamy. Meanwhile, he kept a firm hold on your face and kept moaning into the kiss.

“Please… Please, baby…” He whispered in almost a cry. You looked up at him chuckling, “Since when you are a whiny boy for sex?” His manner was a little different than normal. Usually, he would be less whiny and more leading.

“Let me pay for it…” He whispered when you thought he was breathless. His breath on your ear was very stimulating to your core. You looked up at him in confusion. Was he in role-playing mode? You were definitely not ready to get your dom act together.

“Baby boy…” You murmured.

Taehyung painfully laughed. “No.. Not like that…” Your confusion grew larger.

“Let me pay for your degree.” He offered and went back to kissing you. Now, you were properly confused. Why was he offering this? As if he could actually read your mind, Taehyung explained while his hips got quicker against your hips. He was literally a horny teenage boy.

“You are so fucking hot and so fucking smart. Baby… Please let me pay for your school. Ughh… Please… My baby…” His hands grabbed your glass and put it aside.

“Taehyung, are you okay, baby?” You asked, laughing at his needy moves. He joined you in a pathetic smile, “No… Yes? I am so fucking horny….”

You laughed even harder, “Because that I got into graduate school?”

His eyebrows creased in an adorable pout. “Don’t make fun of me. I am so fucking hard because of you. My lovely fiancée got into one of the best schools in the world…”

Taehyung kissed up from your chest to your ear and gave you one of the best cheesy lines you ever heard. “And now I want to get into you, baby.”

It was fair that you let out a cringy laugh, Taehyung took that with pride. “I want to be your sugar daddy, come on. I will pay for it, babygirl... Mine…” He cutely growled at the end.

“Mmmh, sure…” You pretended to be his spoiled girl and he fucking loved it. “Yes, be my naughty girl. My spoiled babygirl… And I will discipline you, okay?” He could if he had stopped shaking like a leaf from how much turned on he was.

“You smell so good, baby. My love, you are the most amazing woman I ever met. Fuck and you are so soft…” He sighed while caressing your thighs.

“Taehyung, please get off my lap, my legs hurt!” You complained as his frame on you started to hurt.

He didn’t oppose and quickly sat next to you. “Come on, lay on my lap…” He tugged your arm hurriedly. You kept giggling, “Do you want to spank me?”

As he pulled you onto his lap, “Later, later… Just me and you. My good babygirl.” He rubbed his face into your neck, almost like a cat. “Oh, baby…” He sighed. “You are so brilliant… I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Taetae. I am glad my acceptance letter got you this hard.” As you rolled your hips over his thighs, you felt how ready he was. Taehyung nodded as he kissed your chest over your shirt.

“My smart babygirl… You are my sweetest.” His hands easily grabbed your tits over your shirt. His large warm palms made you shiver.

He undressed you smoothly as he kept sweet talking to you. He was gentle and calm but still desperate.

When you were completely naked on his lap, his desperation really kicked in. You couldn’t help but comment on his low grunts and groans. You caressed his chest, “Sir is horny because of me?” Your fake innocent voice made Taehyung’s eyes roll back. It was funny how easily you could feed him into his kink.

“Fuck, baby…” Taehyung threw his head back on the couch as your hips worked over his crotch, smearing your stringy juices to his pyjamas. “Yeah… Sir is ready for his babygirl. I want to spoil my babygirl.” His hand landed on your ass, “Of-fuck!” You breathed into his mouth.

“Spoil my babygirl… Buy her clothes, jewellery…” He listed as you sloppily kissed around his mouth. “Take care of my love…” He let you kiss down his neck while he continued, “I will pay for your tuition. I will pay for everything because you are mine. My babygirl, my girlfriend, the love of my life… Y/N,” He slurred.

“Now, take my cock out, baby. Come on, ride me like a good girl.” He patted your ass and looked at you with gentle eyes. He was always weighing your reactions.

You gulped when you fished his dick out from his baggy bottoms. “There you go, he is yours to play with…” Taehyung whispered into your ear as you looked down while biting your lips.

“Sir gave you a large toy, huh?” Taeahyung’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you gave him little tugs.

“There you go, start slowly…” Taehyung melted into the couch as your hands did wonders on him. He could genuinely cum just from this slow, impeded pace.

“Tae…” You weren’t in the mood to jerk him off. You needed that cock in you right away. As if Taehyung could read your mind, he nodded when you dropped your wet cunt over his shaft.

Taehyung hissed loudly, you jolted away. “You- you’re just so wet.” Taehyung kept a firm hand on your hips and brought you back to him.

“Because you made me so wet.” You pouted while bouncing yourself over his long shaft. As he was sitting down, it wasn’t easy to feel him rub against you. If he was laying down, you could feel that long dick rub onto your clit his best glory. Taehyung saw your attention to get the best stimulation.

“Why don’t you sit on it, baby? Take me in and swirl your hips around it, mhmm? You like that, don’t you?” He offered.

“Let’s do it slowly. You aren’t stretched very well. Go slow… Baby-” You weren’t seemed to care about his calm guidance. So Taehyung stopped you firmly, one hand on your hips and the other one on your face. “You are going to listen, Sir, okay? Do what he tells you…”

Taehyung placed a wet kiss on your puckered lips when you nodded.

“Now, take it slowly.” His arms returned to the back of the couch, spreading his arms cockily as you desperately tried to take his cock in.

“Yes, just like that babygirl. Take the tip in only. Tease yourself nice and good. Hah, look at yourself dripping onto my thighs… You are a messy girl, aren’t you? No, don’t apologize. You better drip on me, paint me in your juices.”

You spurred, hiding your face into his neck. “You are already huge and you keep making it difficult with all that dirty talk…” You groaned.

“You are a sucker for my dirty talk, baby.” Taehyung rolled his hips slightly up, just enough to dirty your skin with his precum.

“Fuck, yes I am.” You confessed breathlessly and continued where you left off.

“There you go, yes, that’s amazing, babygirl. You are doing so well.” This time you were more comfortable with taking him in.

“I can already feel that warm cunt… Good girl. You are listening very well. Now, try going deeper, baby. Can you do that for me? Just a bit deeper… There you go, yeah fucking whine for me.”

You stopped holding his dick and dug your fingers into his shoulders. It helped you have a better balance and get closer to your smoking-hot boyfriend.

“Bounce for me, baby. Come on you know you can take all of this cock. It is yours…” He uttered his words to your ear with his warm breath on your shoulders. He knew how to get you excited only with his words. You gave him back by following his words. You sat above his dick, placed your hands on his shoulder and started to bounce with half of his dick in you. The pleasure kicked in seconds later. “Taehyung! Baby…” Your back arched on his lap, tits rubbing to his chin as he spread his thighs.

“Look at yourself… Fuck, baby, you are so hot. Keep going, keep riding.” He helped you bounce on him with his generous hands on your ass. “Go at your own pace. Don’t force-” Taehyung groaned halfway through his sentence when you decided to take him deeper and deeper with every bounce.

“Y/N…” He sighed when he was covered by your walls. “You are such a nice girl for me. Nice, spoiled girl.” He kissed your shoulders.

“Tae…” You let a warning moan for him.

“Yes, baby?” He rubbed your ass.

“Can I cum?” You asked with a bounce. He was hitting where you needed him, and it showed on your face. How could he say no to you when the pleasure already painted your face? “Please, I have been a good girl for you…” You tried to persuade him by swirling your hips around him.

“Yes, baby. Use my dick to get yourself there, okay? Don’t even hesitate…” Taehyung gave himself to you and get ready to support you.

After that, only your screams and slurs filled Taehyung’s ears. You bounced around him at the angle you wanted as he sat under you, clenching his stomach, trying not to cum before you.

Seconds later, you started whining.

“Oh, do you like my dick that much? Are you gonna cry on my cock like a slut? I thought I trained my babygirl better than this?” Taehyung’s fake pity made you even whinier.

“But, it goes so deep, Sir…” You whined because your sensitive walls needed a release.

“I know, baby. You only take it the way you feel comfortable…” Taehyung brought his hands to your tummy and caressed it lovingly, but you shook your head to the sides violently.

“No! No, I want it all the way in. Taehyung, please, let me have it.” You begged him even though you were in the power to take whatever you wanted.

“Oh, baby… You can just take it as much as you can.” Taehyung tried to remind you as you continued begging him sweetly.

“Or you just want to be spoiled, huh? Is that you want? Is that why you cry like little whore? You just want me to give it to you.” Taehyung sighed lovingly as he thrust up to your figure on him. “I will give you all the cock you need, baby. Keep yourself nice and steady, and Sir will give you everything you want. There we go… Take it nice for me. Come on scream for me Y/N…” His hands returned to their previous places, but this time he had his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Aahh, I feel that cunt squeezing me dry… Such a nice, tight, warm pussy you have for me, baby. I want it to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum on my dick nicely like a spoiled girl you are? Let it go for me. There you go, cum for me.”

Your back arched back as your high approached you. He was thrusting up to get you there, “Cum for me, you little horny slut.” As you got closer, Taehyung squeezed your neck slightly.

“My babygirl, taking my dick that she can’t handle. But look at you going crazy for my dick. You gonna cum on it, baby? Cum for me, give it to me. Give me fucking show, come on.”

It sting when you dug your nails into Taehyung’s shoulder and came in a violent shudder. You shook on his lap while his dick stood planted inside you. Your quick breaths and tight cunt easily made him ooze his load into you.

“You did amazing, Y/N… Shh, stay here.” He caressed your shaking back as he hugged you into his chest. You indulged in his scent for hours after.

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daichiduskdrop · 8 months

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Chapter 27

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight implications of unhealthy eating habits

Words: 3352

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Holding you close to his chest, Namjoon let his lips brush up against your neck, only a small bit away from your scent gland. You let him take care of you, the alpha gentle with you in his arms.

It didn't take much longer before a knock sounded, making most of you look up. With the packalpha's arms holding you even closer, gently moving your face into the crook of his neck.

Inside came a soft call from a woman's voice about having some of the ordered meals already delivered. Yoongi, who sat closest to the doors, went over, murmuring thanks, before he took the two paper bags of delivery.

It wasn't everything by no means, but a part of their meal had arrived, so he placed it on the coffee table. Taehyung and Jungkook were the quickest to look over what was inside.

Taking one bag each, they both started pulling out the things inside, with a box of four corndogs first to be opened. They looked quite appetizing, with a bit of ketchup and sugar sprinkled on each one.

„Oh wah...” Jin mumbled, taking one right away before the youngest even got around to it. „Hyung! Bunbun gets the first one! Sweetie, choose which one looks the best, baby."

Jungkook whined softly, frowning at the eldest. Chuckling nervously, the alpha placed the corn dog back in the packaging, letting the young alpha show you the small paper box.

„It's ok-okay, thank you, Oppa." You said softly, your hands tightening onto Namjoon's, the packalpha returned the gesture right away.

Letting your head rest up against his collarbone again, Jungkook sighed softly, placing the package down, his hands wrapping gently around your cheeks.

Turning your face towards him, the alpha's face was filled with concern. He didn't feel right having you not eat while they did. The youngest understood that it most likely wasn't just you not being truly hungry either.

You had been eating so well the whole time, and he was worried about what triggered this. Have you been just feeling too anxious in the building? There were many people you didn't know around, was that it?

Kissing your forehead gently, he smiled softly at you. „It's okay, my little bunny. Don't worry, baby, okay? He whispered softly, letting his fingers gently caress your cheeks.

„How about onigiri kitty? Look what alpha ordered for you, sweet kitten." Handing you a plastic package already opened for you, the second eldest smiled softly at you, his eyes gentle on your form.

Reaching out for the small box, he placed it in your palms—the nicely stacked up rice triangles with neat rows of sushi - there was cooked shrimp, squid and octopus, salmon rue, a shrimp roll, and avocado, eel, and crab hosomaki too.

When they noticed the way your home cuisine sparked a bit of interest in you, Hobi was quick to reach for a pair of chopsticks laying around, breaking them apart for you before he handed them to you.

„Here, sunshine, have a taste, bub.” He smiled softly at you, ruffling up your hair before he quickly tamed it back down, chuckling gently.

Hovering over the takeout for a second, you chose to eat a few of the sushi rolls first, chewing on the crab one first; the colour was intriguing.

Breathing out softly, Namjoon let his lips linger on top of your head for a few good seconds, gently running his hands up and down your arms.

„Thank you, pup.” He whispered softly, watching you fondly while you ate a little bit from the takeout. The packmembers felt their hearts calm down a little bit, and they themselves dug in—another two bags arriving in the mean time.

„Here, princess, take a bite for alpha... It's really tasty, isn't it? You like it, baby? Have some more, my precious little thing."

Jimin gently urged you on, placing the box full of chicken marinated in some sauce and udon noodles hidden underneath, sprinkled with sesame seeds on top of your lap.

He didn't give you the chopstics, picking up a small bite-sized piece himself before he gently moved it to you with a hand underneath, making sure you wouldn't get dirty.

Smiling widely at you and chewing with a satisfied face, the alpha was quick to feed you a bunch of the udon noodles, but when you gently placed the box back in his hands, he only smiled gently.

„Peaches, sweetie, taste this; it's really nice, hm? It's soft and chewy; you'll like it, alpha promises.” Letting you bite into the large, filed-up dumpling, you nodded a little, satisfied with the taste.

You couldn't really tell what the filling was, but there was definitely a bit of beef. It was tasty, but after you chewed everything up, you didn't feel like eating much more.

Sipping on the pink drink you received not long ago, you all enjoyed the lunch together, everyone munching on something.

Declining the offered bites of pizza, noodles, and cucumber salad, you rested back up against Namjoon, the packalpha pulling you to himself gently.

With your stomach feeling full, you felt cosy enough to let your eyes flutter shut. Noticing your tired and sleepy eyes, he left his scent cloud over with calming pheromones, one of the attributes brought in by being an alpha.

His pack members noticed the difference in his scent immediately, looking over as if they thought something was wrong. Seeing you just cuddling up to the man as he helped you rest fully, had them calm down, the alphas soon following suit.

And so, the room changed it's whole aroma into a soft, calm, sleepy-like den. Namjoon finished up the bite of his pizza before he rested back himself, gently caressing your temples and hair.

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep, having them notice the way your breathing slowed down and turned more soft, your scent going down in intensity.

Placing the plastic cup you still held back on the coffee table, Jungkook smiled gently at you, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment.

„Hyung,... I want Y/N as our 'mega." The youngest whispered, looking up at the packalpha. Namjoon smiled widely, chuckling at the sudden confession.

To be truthful, it was quite unnatural for the young alpha to get attached so quickly; since he was the youngest, he got cared for for a long time, even though he discovered his second gender pretty much just as they debuted and formed a pack.

Jungkook struggled sometimes with it, agitated that his packmates would feel the need to take care of him—he didn't need it after all; he was an alpha and therefore could take care of himself well enough.

But still, with the packmembers often pampering him a little bit, have it be teasing or not, he grew used to it for a few years, his naturally dominant side hiding for a while.

The youngest struggled getting to know different girls and getting attached to them; no matter how many omegas their company offered them, none of them felt right, whether they were older or younger than him, girls or not—it just didn't work.

He would sometimes think that it didn't matter if it felt right or not; since he technically couldn't know how it would feel when the puzzle pieces fell together, how could he know this wasn't how it would go?

Still, over the years, Jungkook always felt weird, taking care of omegas or even betas, even though it should have fulfilled any of his urges.

Now that he was maturing, he felt his second gender side growing more calm and collected, not as overpowering as once before, even though he was still quite far from being fully ready for bigger steps in his life.

And when he saw you, when he noticed your scent, the alpha realised that none of what was before mattered anymore—you were there now, and he knew this was right.

Mating and marking you would be a step in the future, that was certain, but every good pack would keep the courting process long and slow; it was important to not overwhelm the omegas.

Oftentimes not the most caring alphas would mate the first heat that would strike, and after that, their ruts would alight with their omegas if it hadn't happened earlier due to the long scent exposure.

The courting was important for many reasons, as once mated and marked, the omegas would truly be a part of the pack, and getting rid off the attachment wasn't too easy.

Getting to know each other was, of course, one of the more social aspects of courting, but the process consisted of getting used to the sudden adjustments more importantly.

They might have a completely different diet, they might struggle with health issues, mental or physical, or the alpha might have a too demanding job and would then struggle to take care of the omega in much need.

While supporting a family financially, for a good, understanding alpha, the support would come through actions more.

They have to show the omega they can take care of them, whether it be by cooking, buying them new things, cuddling and hugs, or scenting—everything was at play.

And after many tiring and stressful years, Jungkook finally had the sweet opportunity to express that he was, in fact, a good alpha. He could care for you and support any of your needs and wishes; he was able to provide.

Now that it didn't feel forced to do and came to him so naturally, he knew you would be the one for him, the most important and sweetest.

„I know Kook-ah; I want her as our 'mega too.” Namjoon answered truthfully, smiling softly at the younger alpha before he turned his eyes back to you.

„We should get the den started... It could be a sweet surprise; get it done without kitty knowing." Yoongi whispered gently, resting his back himself while he closed his eyes, his head thrown back in thought.

„I looked at more bed frames that are online; we can choose one together later. We could start decorating the room in the meantime." Hobi answered, opening one of the windows on his phone.

There was a luxury furniture website opened, with a tab called 'DEN ESSENTIALS' showing. The alpha has already filtered the search.

Apart from the regular colour and material options to choose from, there was also a way to narrow down the search for the right bed set by the number of packmembers.

After all, they would want to go back to the den just for you, but if the bed wouldn't fit everyone quite right, it wouldn't be comfortable enough to yearn for it.

The room was large enough, and the alphas have been planning on stretching out the bed from pretty much wall to wall. They might add bedside tables, though.

They didn't truly discuss the design of the room yet, but even if they didn't, they all knew your wants and needs were the most important.

While Yoongi probably wouldn't be the happiest in a room full of Hello Kitties and Cinnamonrolls, as he would sleep on a My Melody pillow, if you wanted to have a den bright and pastel themed, he would never complain.

After all, as long as you would build a nest for them, which, considering how much more and more sleepy and cuddly you were getting with them over the days, shouldn't take too long, they would gladly rest at any place of the planet.

It was an old saying that any alpha will sleep anywhere under the sun, as long as they have their omega with them, and there was for sure a bit of truth in it.

„I asked pup about what type of bedframe she liked the best the last time we went to the store; she prefers the wooden forms.”

„Yeah, those are much more classy; they are more traditional too.”The eldest alpha answered, nodding gently.

He remembered one of his classmates from when he went to school. The student was considered fairly cool and popular, for he had already established himself a pack back then, even though he was still very young and, quite frankly, immature.

The frat boy had two omegas with him, and Jin always felt slightly bad for them, noticing the way his classmate would oftentimes treat them. The disrespect was unimaginable.

But still, since their scents aligned so well, the four mates pack, consisting of one more beta, had formed while they were all still fairly young, the beta being the oldest, 20.

And after the information went around the school, considering the students were still around 18 years old at the oldest, it was a thing that made the boy quite literally famous.

Jin never spoke to him too much; his scent fell sour on his nose, and since they were both alphas and Seokjin was very pretty, putting him in an equally popular spot, the classmate never really approached him, the two alphas choosing to never interact.

He did hear him talk to a few of the 'friends' he gathered around himself, laughing loudly about how they broke the bedframe last night since it was only metal and didn't hold up during his oh so strong rut.

Jin felt slightly sick to his stomach, worried about the two, probably frightened omegas, but even when he tried to erase the image of that alpha in rut from his mind, he never truly managed, a nasty memory.

„Should we paint the room too? It's just white now.” Taehyung asked, thinking about the interior. He was a great fashionista, but room decor wasn't really where he felt his strongest.

„Maybe dark grey? I think it would be best if we kept the place dark and cosy; it should help princess sleep better, especially if she will be napping." The alpha said softly, thinking himself.

„Yea, I agree. I think our best bet is to make it easy to sleep in. It's a den after all; we can worry about details later. As long as little pup likes it, it's all good.” The packalpha murmured, patting your head gently.

The packmates rested back for a few more minutes, until Jin got a call. Since his phone was on silent mode, the ringtone didn't sound, and so, you were kept in your sweet dreamland, while the eldest got told about Sejin already waiting in the meeting room.

He ended the call soon, sighing out, while he started to pack up the empty food boxes—they seriously ate like hyenas sometimes.

While helping around, the rest of the alphas sorted through everything quickly, going from the room to the hall to sort everything in the right bin, making sure to recycle.

„Baby? Sweetheart, my little pup, wake up now. Alphas have to go see Sejin-Hyung. Come on now, sweet baby." Gently coaxing you from sleep, you fluttered your eyes open, Namjoon's dimples showing.

Going to rub your eye, Jimin interweaved your fingers with his instead, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles in a sweet gesture.

Yawning softly, you were still tired, but let yourself be pulled up again. The packalpha slowly placed you on the ground, making sure you weren't so tired you wouldn't stay steady.

Smiling widely at your sleepy state, Jimin ran his fingers through your hair, letting Yoongi come by and take your other palm in his. The older alpha tutted at how messy your hair was, combing it down so it sat neat and pretty.

„There, kitty, hold alpha's hand now, okay? Let's go, little kitten." Gently pecking your temple, Yoongi pulled you behind himself, Jimin walking next to you.

With the other pack members all coming with you, the pack soon piled back to the meeting room they went to this morning. This time, there were much fewer people involved—only the same man and other one.

Smiling gently at you all, Yoongi softly pulled you along, letting you sit down before he and Jimin both took a seat on each side of you.

The room had a strong light on, and with how sleepy and tired you still felt, you just wanted to go back to the soft, warm place Namjoon had tucked you away to, and go rest some more.

„I prepared the documents for you guys. Read them through and sign them.” Sejin said smoothly, handing Hoseok, the one sitting at the corner, a stack of stapled papers.

Each taking one and passing the tower of files along, all of the alphas started reading through it, though Namjoon looked up at his manager first.

„Hyung, would it be possible to take Y/N with us to The Soop?” Sejin looked over, his expression unreadable, for a few seconds.

Resting fully in his chair, the manager sighed out in thought, thinking about everything.

„I mean... As long as everyone is okay with Y/N being on camera, I suppose it would be okay. There should be enough room for everyone still.” No one spoke right away, the packmembers turning to you.

You looked up to Yoongi, the alpha's hand taking in yours, not worried about the situation they were in. You nodded a little bit; it couldn't be that bad, right?

„It's ok-okay, if you stay with me, oppas." You whispered softly, Jimin smiling widely, happy to hear your gentle confession. His heart did a little flip, the alpha realising that you found comfort in him.

„Well, in such a case, you would have to reveal that you have started the courting process before we air the series.” The other manager, whom the packmates obviously knew well but had never introduced, said softly, eyes lingering on your timid form for a little bit.

The man realised that bringing you to the industry quite suddenly could be a bit of an issue, but considering how well the packmembers were to you, he also realised that you were doing exceptionally well.

„It will be aired at the end of June, and we are leaving to record by the start of May, so before then. Sejin said, sighing gently. He could imagine you being mated to them by then, but nothing could be certain.

And if you were revealed as only courted at the moment, some bad stuff could go down, and he didn't want that to happen to any of you.

„That's o-okay...” You said it softly, squeezing both of the alphas hands gently. The pack members smiled at your answer, proud that you would take a step forward like that.

„Alright. I will get the file ready for you too, then, okay? You can sign it later, don't worry.” You nodded happily, realising that you wouldn't be there to truly shoot a show yourself, instead tagging along as a companion.

Namjoon knew that Sejin wouldn't let much of the cameras linger on you, and your face might be censored the whole time too, but that didn't matter.

The fans they had would understand and want what makes them happy to happen, and since it was you, the true ARMYs would be more than happy for them.

Deciding to go into it with such a mindset calmed the packalpha down. Sure, he felt a slight worry at the thought of your reaction to receiving a negative response to being courted by them.

It wouldn't be because of who you truly were if that happened, though; it would be something that would happen because you were courted by them, not anyone else.

The alpha felt a pang of guild strike him straight through his heart, but considering how excited you were about the whole In The Soop series, he couldn't linger on it for too long.

You were a sweet little thing, and they would keep you protected, making sure you wouldn't feel bad for any of the unreasonable hate you could possibly receive.

The alphas were ready to tuck you away from the world into their arms and wouldn't let any harm come your way.

Smiling softly, the packalpha opened the file, starting to read through it.

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piedpiperslists · 3 months

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Jungkook One Shots (LXVIII)

* s - contains smut

Never Let You Go by @yeojaa s wc~7.6k / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud. Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t. (or: Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)

You’ll Let Me? by @honeytae s wc~2.9k / established relationship

Savage Love by @whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~3k Summary: We all make happy mistakes, right? And Jeon Jungkook’s was fucking Min Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend. Oops.

Still Want That by @whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~6.3k Summary: Fucking Min Yoongi ex-girlfriend? A terrible idea. Being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? An even worse idea. Knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? Ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing?

Hotel by @satnin-darling s wc~5.1k / ft PJM, established relationship, idol au Summary: Jungkook always comes to Jimin's room at odd hours in the day because he says it's boring to be all by himself, holed up in his own hotel room. The real reason, of course, is because you're there.

Late by @satnin-darling s wc~6.7k / ft PJM, established relationship, idol au Summary: Sometimes, it can’t be helped that Jimin and Jungkook are late. It’s no one’s fault, really, since that’s what usually happens when all three of you are together anyway.

[...] Trick or Treat by @satnin-darling s wc~5.9k / ft MYG Summary: The Joker, a Gray Pianist, and an Action-taker were supposed to walk into a bar on Halloween. Turns out they don't even make it past the front door because they were too busy fucking each other to partake in this year’s spooky season.

[LOVE - 40]/[40 - LOVE] by @satnin-darling s wc~11.5k / tennis player!Jungkook, journalist!reader Summary: At the end of August, Jungkook had to pull out of one of the biggest tennis tournaments of his career. His injuries were inhibiting him and he felt like he was back to square one. He returns to Busan for rehab and he gets interviewed by you for an article. But your twin brother had just died and you were shocked with grief. So you spend a couple of days talking about tennis but underneath the surface, you cover so much more.

Kismet by @satnin-darling s wc~14.2k / strangers to lovers, fantasy au Summary: In this life, you get to choose what to believe in, be it fate or chance. But little did you know that some people above are messing with you, in the most non- prearranged way possible. Enter Jimin, who works for the department of Fate, with his unlikely colleague, Taehyung, who works for the department of Chance. They quarrel to no end, pulling at the strings that hold up the universe to fashion something that resembles destiny or coincidence. As a result, you and Jungkook end up being mere puppets to their ploy, which begs the question: is it fate or coincidence?

The Arrangement by @jiminisnotavirgin s wc~5.6k / angst, sugar baby!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook’s dinner with you, his noona, is different than usual, leading to an interesting and sexual escapade… in the bathroom.

#jjk list #jungkook oneshot

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soraviie · 1 year

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chasing after you.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation

━ about: dynamics in order: Joon - one-night stand + enemies to lovers, Yoongi - neighbours with a bit of a bad boy influence, Jin - sort of arranged marriage au, Hoseok - exes to lovers, Jimin - sugar daddy/fake dating au, Taehyung - tease x anger issues/clingy + tsundere/f2l, Jungkook - bodyguard x ward

━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: "Aw, fuck, who invited that guy?" you growled, whilst rolling your eyes at the corner where Namjoon had been so precariously sat like an asshole. You hated everything about him - the smug smile, the cocky tone of his voice, the winks he threw your way. Kim Namjoon was nothing but a sure way to get your blood pressure up and stay that way all through the night.

"Probably one of his fri- Shit! He's coming this way!" as your friend dipped over the bar and away into the crowd, courageous as ever, you snatched your drink partially pondering about throwing it into his face.

"You look lonely," he cooed with that shit-eating grin that you had wanted to smack away since the first meeting. And maybe to kiss but he didn't need to know that. "Why don't I keep you company?"

"Keep company with your left hand like you usually do," you yelled over the music.

"Well it does pair well with certain memories of you," he smirked and you groaned in disgust.

A misguided February 14th evening could lead to many foul things - unexpected pregnancy, STDs, Kim Namjoon having the delusional idea that you liked him.

Frankly, you'd rather endure a yeast infection than have this 6 feet fuckboy in the disguise of a pacifistic art lover keep chasing you every night out. More than once you wanted to slap your younger self only to come to their defence over and over again.

Namjoon was big. Big man. Big muscles. Big...well you get it.

And that may have made you a little bit stupid once! But not twice.

Yes.

"I can't stand you," you sneered at him with the most contempt you could possibly muster

"Sit on my lap then, baby."

You took a long swig to finish your drink, sliding it across the bartop and walking backwards, you levelled him down with a:

"You'd only cream your jeans, caveman."

"That's possible," he reckoned with a soft smile watching you mingle with the dancing crowd.

And for a while, it all went well, you'd find someone to at least waste some time with only for them to suddenly start sprinting away for their lives. You frowned after them, coming to a screeching halt in the fun.

Did your breath smell or something?

Taken with dancing, you hadn't noticed the broad-chested giant charging forth, smoke practically fuming from his nostril as his eyes glinted devilishly when tracking down the opponent. As the music changed, you found your waist circled by a shovel-sized palm.

"You really have no luck out here. You keep on being stuck with lil' old me," he whispered in your ear, causing long trails of goosebumps where his breath landed and you elbowed him, hard, in the gut.

He didn't even seem to mind.

"I don't know who you think you are Kim Namjoon but I will never-!"

"Oh, how you hate me," he lets out a burst of raspy laughter, head thrown back on the pillow, pulling you closer as much as he can despite you both being considerably sweaty.

"S-shut up," you grunt back, thighs aching but just a little bit more and you'll be in your happy place even if it was with this obnoxious gym rat. "You're just a cock on legs to me."

"Oh, for sure," he smirks and then prompts himself upwards to bite on your neck. "But you might think of screaming a tad quieter if you want to be really convincing."

It's a sick sense of deja-vu to wake up sore and aching all over in a sun-filled room overstuffed with cacti and a very soft blanket. The bed was empty and as you clamber to the toilet wearing a shirt found on the floor, struggling to walk, you stumble upon him in the kitchen - Cheshire grin spread all over his lips.

"Good morning," Namjoon greets. "You want some eggs, babe?"

YOONGI: His eyes track your movement as though it's dazed him and it's in moments like these you wish he was a criminal or something, a certified member of a mafia. A flag touch redder.

Stay away from Min Yoongi, they said, he's trouble but what to do when he doesn't stay away from you?

"So a kitten does come out to play," he purrs pressing one of those veiny palms against the elevator doors, halting it in its tracks and climbing in. You roll your eyes and straighten your back to appear more threatening. Yoongi, of course, couldn't give less of a shit.

"You're one to speak," you counter. "The most walking you do is through your apartment. It's like a herd of elephants."

"Well then don't listen in on what I do, you little pervert," he smirks, pressing the 8 on the elevator and it jerkily moves through the floors, reminding you once again to be grateful for life.

"Give it here," without waiting for a reply, he grabs the hold of your bags and goes straight to your apartment doors. Once inside he makes himself right at home, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

"What are we eating?" he questions gruffly, examining the produce with no small amount of judgment.

"You're speaking French now?" you push him away, relinquishing the rightful ownership of a pair of avocados you bought. "Whose "we"?"

He doesn't bother gracing it with a comment as anyhow a doorbell rings and you see his tongue poke against the cheek.

"Who the hell are you?" he questions sharply and you peer into the doorway.

"Oh, hello," you greet your coworker with a reserved smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Yoongi echoes, placing his hand above your head and on the very edge of the door.

"Just interested if you're going to the uh... team bonding activities," he replies, fretfully glancing at Yoongi.

"Ignore him, I do," you smirk up at Yoongi. "And-"

"She has plans," Yoongi interrupts, pushing you back into the kitchen with his palm against your back.

"Oh, okay," your coworker stutters awkwardly, trying to lean in somehow. "See you around?"

"No," Yoongi cheerfully replies and smacks the door right into his face.

"You're such a dick," you groan.

"Did you have plans?" he asks with a teasing lilt, voice dropping nearly an octave lower. "And are you going to lie that it wasn't with me?"

"My jumbo-sized Charmander plushie and I are doing well on our own," you point at him with a packet of tomatoes. "Where you fit into the equation is a mystery."

"I'll tell you where I can fit," he laughed, wagging his eyebrows.

"No, no, goodbye," you wrinkle your nose in disgust, pushing his still laughing back out of the door. "Leave."

"Wait, what if I need some sugar?" he objects and you furrow your eyebrows, glaring up at him in suspicion.

"Do you?"

"No," he shrugs carelessly. "But what if."

"Begone, demon," you push against him harder but he seems to only enjoy it.

"Come to my game. It's right across the street in that park. I need a good luck charm."

"Will you be throwing a ball in your face? If no, then I'm not interested."

As you slam the door shut there still comes a raspy whine.

"Come on, short ass, come."

And if you do happen to drop by the nearest park with its shitty basketball court it's because you have nothing better to do and you needed some ice cream. Yoongi, uncharacteristically brazen for him, smirks at then winks in the middle of the game.

And promptly receives a ball to the face.

JIN: "Eat more garlic!"

"Straighten your hair with an iron!"

"Belch really, really loudly!"

You try to recall all of your friends' sage advice whilst pacifying your nerves. Being late nearly an hour didn't sit well with you but this guy was...determined. Insanely determined. So the ends justify the means.

When at last you arrive at the three Michelin star restaurant it's an hour later than what your family had set and you're wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Your face may burn with shame at such a display but certainly, this would beat this broad-shouldered man off the path. This was beyond and above rude. You're already prepared to be yelled at, scorned and insulted but Seokjin merely blooms into an eager smile. Doesn't even blink twice at your choice of wear.

He dismisses the host with a polite nod and pulls a chair out.

"Hello, _________," he greets innocently. "Traffic is hell, right."

There was no traffic and he knew it only making excuses to achieve whatever nefarious goal he had set out to.

"Just give him a chance," your mother pleaded over the phone. "He's been asking about you forever. Please, he's rich and handsome, what's not to like."

What's not to like? Well, probably something. Kim Seokjin in your mind had always stood as that annoying guy who'd dropped a water bomb on your head when you were about to take the most glorious profile picture ever. Spinning in overlapping social circles, you'd seen too much of him growing up and had to endure several of your friends flailing over him especially when the pool season began. He was like a jar of honey to their fly status. And as such only a tar in your own pot of sweetness.

He was old. You had not exactly a criminal age difference but still more than 2 years. He was a creep, you firmly plant that idea into the recesses of your mind.

Why oh why, was he so insistent on asking about you?

"Good idea," he praises, pointing at your outfit. "It's best to be comfortable. I should have done that as well, this is quite uncomfortable," he waves a disappointed hand over the blue three-piece suit.

The waiter along with the menu serves you a freshly plucked side eye.

"Yeah, that's why I did it," dryly you mutter back, hiding behind the menu.

Think, think, think, what else turns off snooty men?

"Fucking shit," you cry out to your own amazement. "These prices are ridiculous. I'm not paying for this!"

"That's fine," Jin shrugs with that seemingly permanently etched expression of a tender smile. "I invited you here, I'll pay."

You groan.

"I'll fart," you threaten.

He shrugs and gracefully pours you a glass of wine.

"Everyone does that. It's a part of life."

You slobber your dinner up like a beast.

"Hmm, you're making the meal look more delicious," he nods.

And not even when you "accidentally" spill a mango sauce on his pants worth more than your apartment, does he weigh the thought of becoming angry in his mind.

"Ah, it's a perfect colour now," he merely congratulates with a jubilant cry and you let your head fall on the table with a thud, only it hits his palm as he had stretched it out at the last second.

"Are you insane?" you breathe out in sheer desperation. "Why are you not running over the hills?"

"Do you really think I can't see that you're doing this on purpose?" he smirks in amusement, over the rim of the wine glass. "We've known each other for a while, I know you better than that."

"Exactly!" you yell before falling into a hush as numerous daggers shoot your way. "You know me! As the annoying friend of your cousin! Why are you asking after me all of a sudden?! What joke are you playing?"

"Well, first of all," Jin corrects all too self-congratulatory. "I've never thought you were annoying. Maybe except when you were like 14 but who isn't the worst person in the world at that age? And secondly," his ears abruptly turn quite pink and he lets the wine glass rest on the table, nervously fiddling with its stem. "I asked for you because as you may know your mother is quite eagerly seeking various wedlock opportunities. For you specifically."

That makes you groan only louder.

"Don't remind me. So, so what? You want to get married to me?" you snort at the idea but then, for the first time ever, Jin is not laughing.

"Yes," he says dead serious.

"Wait, is this a prank?" you glance all around in an attempt to find the hidden cameras. "Are you pulling my leg?"

"I'm pulling no legs. What a weird thing to do," Jin muses and you narrow him down.

"Don't joke. It's not funny. Say "got you" or something. You can't be serious?!"

"Listen, ___________, I've liked you for a while now. I wanted to ask you before you began university but then you brought Jae home and..."

"Jae? Jin, that was...that was five years ago! You couldn't have liked me for five years?"

He averts his eyes and sips on his champagne. Even his neck is red.

"Five years?" you cry out. "And you kept quiet?!"

"Well, I told you now!" he objects with some indignation but even more of a burning shame. "All you need to do is to decide what you're going to do. 'Cause I'll accept you as you are, belching, sweatpant wearing and all. Even if you straighten your hair with an iron."

For a second you sit still and stupefied on this ridiculously over-padded chair ad then you feel yourself match the heat blooming on his face.

"You know Giulia?" you ask, downing the entire wine while desperately trying not to smile at the soft amusement in his eyes.

"Of course, I know Giulia," Jin chuckles self-consciously. "Who do you think gave me the genius advice of this stuffy suit?"

HOSEOK: You should have known from the start that this would lead to nothing good. What else could wait for you at the end of the nondescript hallways of conference rooms? One thing you didn't expect however was the loathsome face of your ex-boyfriend. Hoseok was sitting already by the table, beautiful as ever, leg nervously bouncing against the floor and treacherously a click of a lock snapping in its place echoes behind you.

He springs up from the seat, nervously glancing at where you tried to somehow break through the door. Or the wall, whichever came first.

"Oh, hell no," you growled, nails scraping against the doorknob. The betraying Brutus of a friend he had bribed to text you to come here will find an egg on their window for sure.

"_____________, please, let's just talk," he pleads. "Just let...let me explain."

"I don't want to hear any explanation," you hissed, turning to glare at him. From the way his eyebrows sloped, you could tell he was deadset serious but then it comes too clearly back into your mind.

That you were weird, not his type, that he doesn't understand you. But instead of simply crying about it you left. To cry about it in your own space. And also then turn incredibly bitter over it.

"I just meant that..."

"That I'm a freak? Yeah, I got it," you snarled before yanking harder on the knob. "Open the damn door!"

"No. If you're going to leave then please do the courtesy of letting me memorize your face."

You close your eyes, steeling your resolve. Don't give in, you reminded yourself, not after a whole year of hunkering through yet another heartbreak. Hoseok was just like the rest. Taking weirdness in all the things you liked, that you were. Why should you ever change for anyone else?

"It's been a year," you note sternly, having slid on the floor. He's also there, watching away from the small distance with a crease of a frown between his brows.

"Exactly. This year was one of the worst I've ever had," he confesses, supposedly earnestly. "I admit the things that I said were wrong but I did not mean it like that!"

"________________ is just a bit weird. You know the people I used to date, there's a bit of a difference, softly said," you quote him word for word. "And you said that to someone else! You opened your mouth, said that shit and thought it was okay!"

The sun behind the window had nearly slipped over the horizon and the office space was illuminated with a soft orange glow.

"You know the first time I met you, that was a lie," he mutters into the air. No one had come to open the door despite you nearly beating it off the hinges.

"Oh, that too was a lie, wonderful," you groaned, rolling your eyes but Hoseok remains sitting sadly by, occasionally passively twirling his shoe laces.

"I actually went past you on the street. Remember the crossroad by that small confectionery?"

You did remember. You lived right above it for a while, making your hair smell perpetually of candy for half a year.

"I...I got lost around there and walked past you, and you were sort of listening to your headphones, not looking around. I remember," he chuckled as though taken by an old memory. "You wore that knitted jumper that kept falling off your shoulder, the faded beige one and I just...I was so jealous of you, you were so carefree."

You glanced at him surprised. As far as you knew the first time Hoseok and you met was at a graduation gathering, a friend of a friend sort of a situation. And as you sat there, enjoying your barbecue by the side, wondering whether to dip your ketchup-stained hand in some weed brownies, he came up to you with the brightest smile, talking as though he knew you. Guess he did then know you.

"And the next day I went there again. I didn't even know why but I just did and you were there again. And I kept returning," he smiled at the ground but it quickly vanished. "Every day for a month before I met you at that gathering. Sometimes you were there, a lot of times - not but when you did it lit up my entire day. I didn't know how to approach you though, it's not a thing you do in the middle of the street, you know?"

"No," you affirm faintly.

"And when you left..." Hoseok winced at the mere mention of it. "I still kept going back," his breath was nothing more than a whisper stained with regret. The look in his eyes was downright depressing and you wondered if he had roamed around bearing the same heavy chip that you had. "And our favourite cafe. And your favourite park spot. I was there like...like a ghost lingering in your presence."

"But why did you say then that I was weird?" you sniffled, letting, for the joke of your own mental stability, some of that defence down. Attempting to look at Hoseok without the veil of contempt you've draped over him for a year. Dragging yourself back from hell was hard, dragging yourself from hell when thrust there by the one person you thought wouldn't do that - even harder. But by peeling off at least one cover, you saw many wonderful memories behind it, as slightly tainted as they were.

"I don't know," he groaned, hiding his face in the palm of his hands. "I was stupid. I meant in my heart that you were unlike anyone I've been with before. Not bad but different. And, yes, sometimes I don't understand you but I want to," he rouses to look into your eyes across the room. "I want to. And even if I never fully understand, I would like to make you feel heard and stand by your side nonetheless."

You stare into the sun to avoid crying. Stupid thought as no one ever stared into this glowing orb of light hanging in the sky in order to not get misty-eyed.

"What I said there was, I admit, crass. I was scared because I...with you I don't want to leave. I don't want to call quits when it becomes uncomfortable or becomes uneasy, I want us to grow together. And that scares me because, for the first time, I can really truly get hurt," he exhaled a heavy sigh, voice growing strained. "So when you left, no explanation, just gone in the wind..." he glimpsed over the horizon. "Anyway, I recognise me cornering you like this is wrong but...if you ran away because you felt unloved, I just wanted to show that I'd be chasing after."

Hoseok wiped at his eyes and briskly got up.

"But if you didn't and don't want me, I'll open the doors," from the pocket of his jeans, he fished out a glinting silver key. "I really just wanted to memorize you for as long as I could. I'm sorry."

He opens the doors and you called out -

"Hoseok!"

JIMIN: The phone kept ringing. You'd put it on mute but even so the bright light of the flashing screen stirred you awake and after a brief wrangle of putting the chip bowl actually on the table nearby, kicking your leg free from the grasp of the blanket, you simply watched it ring. After eventually growing into silence, it went to the 45 unanswered calls like the rest. You sighed turned to your side and slid the eye mask over the face, trying to somehow coerce yourself into immediate and indisputable slumber.

This was just the outward manifestation of his bruised ego, nothing more. You don't think anyone had ever rejected Park Jimin so this must be a new, unfamiliar feeling, one he'll get over in time and then maybe even laugh about it years down the line.

I mean, come on, you thought to yourself cutting the words like bloodied post-it notes in your own mind. There's no such thing as a rich handsome guy genuinely falling for someone so...

The disgusting words sprung too freely on the tip of your tongue so you settle for normal. To not at least give into self-hatred so easy. Such was the plot of romantic dramas and fantasies hence why it was fiction. Rich, beautiful people went for other rich beautiful people, normal folks went for normal folks. Dogs did not mix with chickens or pandas with capybaras. It was simply nonsense.

But as you close your eyes, the memories make it harder to be as clinically objective. All too well, you remember. His hands on your face, grasping as though he feared you would leave.

"Why don't you ever believe me?" he asked with heated desperation. "Nothing I say is ever good enough. Nothing is trustworthy!"

You tried to pry him gently away.

"Because how can I believe you? Look at yourself and look at me. This is not even opposites it's...unfathomables!"

You wished partially that he'd go to the good old Mr Park of the beginning, one who'd walked up to you in a cafe and asked if for a fair amount of money you'd be willing to answer his phone and pretend to be his girlfriend. And since the sum he called out was the rate of an onerous monthly rent, you'd plastered the sweetest voice you could in a matter of seconds with no questions asked.

When thinking of all the troubles when he approached you again, completely by accident, you had thought to yourself jail, assault, violence, even cannibalism for good measure, who knew what kind of sicko this stranger could be, but never you considered you'd be scared by the simple fact that he was in love with you. He had been cold, rude and brusque at the start and you had been fine with that, your "job" was to sometimes go to family dinners and lie which while not moral was not a crime.

Only then he invited to accompany him to his office, then to trips, then to movies and then one day you wake up in your bed and Mr Park, once a cold and resigned man, drenched in his own riches, is now making pancakes on your old stovetop and smiles the kindest smile you'd ever seen and asks if you slept well.

How could it not be a scary sight?

"I love you!" he shook you by the shoulders, not hard enough to hurt but as if trying to shake the bad thoughts out. "But you hate yourself! And you never listen!"

"They'll think I'm a gold-digger!" you cried. Just looking around his apartment made you sick. You couldn't even afford his carpet. How could he love someone with whom he shared so little with? He had never known the feeling of counting one's last money to afford bread or not buying something out of impulse. And you had never known the etiquette of polite brutality, of caring about who sits where because one word spoken at the wrong crowd table could destroy your entire livelihood. Love didn't change two profoundly different experiences.

"They don't think that!" he argued. "My parents wanted me to be with someone-"

"Poor?" you interrupted finally wrenching yourself free. Why was he so cruelly saying these things? He will just make you love him and then dump you with nary concern. Like others and then in time you will always think that you should have known better. Should have gotten rid of those rose-tinted glasses sooner not when they're smashed in shatters on the cold concrete.

"No!" Jimin immediately counters. "Of a different social circle! And even if they did, I don't care!"

"But the press-!"

"I don't care!"

"The rest of your relatives and friends-!"

"I don't care!" he yelled back, ripping at his hair, faint tears lingering in his eyes. "What will it take for you to believe me?! Please, why don't you believe me?"

"I can't!" you shrieked back in a sob. "Because better you not love me at all than fall out of it after some time! I don't want to be loved! I don't want to trust! I just want to be alone!"

Alone is what you were now but it felt no better.

"It will," you calmed yourself aloud. "Give it some time and your life will return to how it was."

Boring. Monotone. A single actor performing the most dreadful play to an audience of no spectators. You sniffled punching the pillow. Stupid Park Jimin waltzing into your life and making you think you were not the person you saw in your mind. That you were better. But how can you be when you're always "you"? A nameless face in the crowd, a cog in the machine.

No one, really.

As a sudden hand wraps around your waist, you scream and nearly punch the lights out of the affectionate attacker before in the faint streetlight streaming through the windows you recognized Jimin's eyes.

"How did you get in here?" you rustled in indignation.

"I had a key made. Remember? So I could greet you at home after work," he explained sternly.

"Well, you can't be here now-" you tried to argue, even push him out if needed, but he grasped at your legs and wrestled you to sit atop of him. You always fretted you were too heavy but he never objected.

"I'll leave if you order me to leave. Say those exact words: "Jimin, I want you to leave and never return back."

"I want to be alone," you muttered out of force of habit playing with the neck of his shirt.

"It's not the same," he cupped your cheek. "Until you tell me to piss off in my face, I'll keep chasing you every time you run. You think no one would? I will. Over and over again."

Your lip wobbled.

"It's ungrateful work," you breathed as he tugged you closer into a hug, gently swaying from left to right.

"Not to me."

TAEHYUNG: It takes thirty minutes for your aunt, a known stick in the mud, to go from screaming why was there a whole ass adult man traipsing in the apartment her niece should keep an eye on, to peacefully discussing the best nut selection over the kitchen table with eagerly listening Taehyung on the other side.

You were 35% convinced he knew how to do magic, and 65% convinced he was magic. And if he feasibly could he would live in your asshole. And the worst of all you can't get rid of him.

Well no, the worst of all you don't want to.

Coming from a rough environment, no matter how you slice or dice it, that leaves its own impression upon the mind. Yours being - people leave, people lie, people bad. It was easy to go through life, more than two decades of them in selective solitude, having friends but never letting them too close in and soon after they would stop even being friends. It was easy and predictable and while no one cared for you, you had to care for no one, could go where you wanted, how and when you wanted and fully enjoy doing what you liked.

And then this curly-headed now human reincarnated tiger-bear hybrid showed up. Literally dropping out of nowhere whilst still in university, pointing a finger of his frankly too large of a hand at you and then basically saying: "I want that one, that one's mine". Actually no, he did say exactly those words as you remember faintly chucking a dictionary of law at his head, thinking he'll abduct you or something.

And that's how six years later you were moved in. And he had invaded every part of your life, with his kind words, sopping eyes and chiselled chin.

As Taehyung slowly drifted to sleep, eyes falling heavier, his hand is intertwined with yours. And as you'll go to sleep yourself, despite him having his own bed, inexplicably you'll wake up with his breath against the back of your head.

Which was strange you know. You don't even remember agreeing to be friends with him. But steady as a clockwork, lo' and behold, at two in the morning, Taehyung's thigh squirms in between yours and he sighs in content.

Bizarre to say the least.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asks in wonder, poking his very shirtless body through the crack in the bathroom doors, toothbrush hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Out?"

"Wait, lemme comme with."

"Can I go out on my own? As the big girl that I am?" you huffed dryly, brows furrowed.

"No," he replied with a smile. Then you walk side by side you glare at your hands, swaying together in the warm air.

"A crazy question, one I'm just putting out there, will you ever...leave?" you ask with a faint frown. There might just be this...supposition, guesswork if you will, in your mind that it might just be that somehow you're...Taehyung's partner now.

"Hmm," he makes an act of pondering it out. "No, no, I don't think I will. Unless you kick me out."

Kick him out. Why didn't you? When previous lovers threw fits about Taehyung always being near, you parted with them with nary of guilt because they were...not your rock. Your rock and safe space had become this strange, occasionally vampiric-looking, a cardigan-loving friend of yours. But he never vocalized it. Or so you thought. He was always teasing you about being hard of emotional hearing, now that you thought about it.

You halted in the middle of the sidewalk and he turns to glimpse at you, curious.

"Taehyung...are you...in love with me?"

Astonishingly, he bursts into a peal of laughter.

"I have been for years now," he chuckles light-heartedly. "Though thank you for finally noticing."

"Wh-why didn't you say something? Anything?"

An expression of deep fondness settles on his face and it warms you like the late summer sun.

"I say "I love you" every day, dumbass. I've chased after you for like six years now. Oh, god," he gasps, sounding suddenly absolutely horrified. "Six years of my life wasted chasing after your stupid head. Oh, I'm an idiot."

"So a moron for a moron, a match made in lower intelligence," you grumble and he snorts at it, crossing the distance once more. When he takes your hand it feels weird for a second. But only for one. You ask yourself what will change and realize - not much.

"That we are Mrs Kim," he coos with a broad grin. "Great! Now I can show you the plans for our shared tombstone I sketched back in the university!"

JUNGKOOK: "He's...will he be staring like that for the entire evening?" your friend asks timidly, voice nearly overshadowed even by the pleasant music of the brunch place. You glimpse over your shoulder to find him aimlessly lounging around. When meeting your gaze, his lips, almost involuntary, spread into a wide grin as his nose scrunches in a manner that is inappropriate for any self-respecting bodyguard. He at least gathers that and sobers with a stern cough.

"Yeah, he's just...my...finance manager," lamely, you trail off but at least they believe it. Considering the last three months it wasn't that believable.

"In a twist of miraculous fate, a poor vintage boutique worker becomes the sole inheritor of the Durhanan Estate," she quotes with a mysterious smile and you squirm awkwardly as you always did when it was bought up. Six years of lawsuits had rendered the luck into a frenzied fever dream one you thought would never come to fruition. Even when the final decision was laid to rest and the lawyers of your great-grandfather popped their champagnes with cheery eyes it all felt so distant. Like a different life. That feeling, you find out, never left.

"Yeah, it's...crazy," you chuckled self-consciously.

"So is the old house haunted?" she questions leaning over the table with keen interest, though every once in a while her gaze does stray worryingly to where Jungkook was standing.

"It's just creepy. It's big...and old," you confess perhaps colouring it with hues too bold, knowing only the answer such as this would satisfy her interest. It was old and entirely too big (who needed thirty-four rooms) but with Jungkook it was less lonely, less of a ghost house and more of a...

No, it's stupid, don't say it, you think to yourself.

"So now that you're rich," she throws a not-so-small of judgemental look over the crystal glass of mimosa. "Will you be forgetting all about us?"

"No," you assure her. "This means nothing. It's just a change of...housing."

But she only scoffs in reply. You think you might not have your best friend much longer.

"You look unhappy," Jungkook reckons quietly, whilst driving back to the Durhanan estate. A nearly 300-year chateau hidden within an unnamed forest deep in the countryside. Once the chief story of the local children's ghost tales and now - your home.

Of sorts.

"I'm just tired," you deny, peering into the rolling landscape of the wilting greenery. A rougher hand suddenly rests atop of yours, stopping them from ripping the skin around the fingernails. Your face swelters with heat and you gently remove his palm.

You were his boss and this was...this was not appropriate.

But Jungkook has other ideas and despite there being thirty-four rooms and whooping nine acres of gardens there's hardly any escape from him.

"My lady, oh, my lady," he calls across the gravel path leading down into the overgrown, ivy-ridden paths. He runs up to you and then gently tucks the bloom of one of the wild roses ravaging the grounds behind your ear. He tries to suppress the smirk on his face and narrows his eyes against the glaring sun.

"You're...you," he stutters. "You doing anything special, tonight?"

You don't quite know why but that question, posed so innocently and presumably out of a need to start a conversation, makes you laugh. It was only you two here, no wifi, piss-poor electricity and the nearest town, a village actually, was thirty-minute drive away and the only thing interesting there was a two-room corner shop.

"Wondering whether we're going to be killed by demons, yes," you laughed lightly.

"I was just wondering whether we could bust out the old reliable solitaire in the library?"

You sigh but it falls more endeared than annoyed.

"Jungkook, stop trying to seduce me."

At first, his face seems to be crestfallen only for a cheeky smirk to appear.

"Trying?" he echoed and slightly leaned into you. A gust of sharp wind broke through the gardens and in sync you glanced at the sky above your heads. A cluster of dark clouds was gathering in the south.

"Let's go in," he urges softly but his body standing behind you flames your back.

A thunder was ripping outside like something crazy, rattling the panes of the window so hard you fretted they would shatter at some point. And the house screamed. Every breeze of the wind seemed to tear into the old floorboards as though they were alive.

Ghosts are not real, ghosts are not real, ghosts are not-

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

You screamed your lungs out, lunging towards the golden candelabra perched on the bedside table.

"You're alright? Are you okay?" Jungkook's voice swims through the dark and you exhale in loud relief.

"Do not! Scare me like that!"

After a moment and a creak of the old floor comes a bashful.

"Sorry."

Another crack of lightning. In the brief flash, you see him standing, unsure but not leaving. It was a bodyguard's duty to protect and he always took his duty quite seriously. Even if this duty was simply to protect you from any unwanted journalists and stalkers where there was none leaving him practically with nothing to do.

"Should I stay here? Protect you...from the storm?"

You raise an eyebrow.

"The storm? That is-"

CRACK!

"Yes, please and thank you," you whimper and not even a second later, the side of your bed dips.

Crickets might as well be chirping at the moment.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" he offers, sweetly, oh so sweetly as if he wasn't a little demon wearing a cheap halo. But still, the house continues its wail. How many lives had been lost in these walls? What stories did they tell?

You didn't want to know and so you agree but as he takes your palm, your hand lands on a very firm set of muscles.

"Jungkook, please retake 9th-grade biology, your six-pack is not a hand."

"It emits the same level of comfort."

He trails your hand higher, over his pecks and lands right on his heart. It drums like a fevered bird underneath your fingertips.

"Why are you so nervous?" you hum and he rolls on his side and settles himself onto the pillow.

"Because I like you. And you like me. Even if you pretend that you don't."

"It's really not ap-"

"Appropriate?" he finishes and then tugs his hands over your waist pulling you closer. "Perhaps not but you know what happens in the spooky old mansion, stays in the spooky old mansion."

His warm palm cups your cheek, stroking it with a dizzied smile.

"And if it doesn't, I'm a really good runner, so you can scurry all you like," a pause. His hand presses you even closer.

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yoihoshi-maki · 24 days

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5th member part.1

Sup humans

Blackpink’s 5th member is trying to leave her past that left her not remembering her old friends, so after years of her being an idol, her interest in F1 is starting to grow. What will she do when she will start to remember?

@cherry-piee @watermelon-sugars-things @charizznorizz

I will be choosing three people very post so comment and like if you want!

This is what you need to know about Reyna/ You.

jennierubyjane

taged:reyna_231

| jennierubyjdane so instead of enjoying the beautiful beach of jeju island, She is watching fast cars going around in circles?

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user34: the Queen of kpop, is Fucking watching F1 !?!!?! Is it to late to say I wanna marry her

lalalalisa_m: she is our baby, let her be

reyna_231 replied to lalalalisa_m: I am not a baby

sooyaaa_: 우리 작은 아기 ☺️( our little baby)

f1: good to see she if still connected to us

user21: Didn’t she say she went to f2?

user12: yeah I remember that interview,

user97: crossover?????

user: imagine her in ferrari red 🥵

user37: when is BP going to release music??????

reyna_231 replied to user37 : 🤫

user37 replied to reyna_231: y-you replied to me I LOVE YOU!!!

user78: okay but like, how come we never noticed this!?!

user67: my wife is wifeing

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Reyna laid on the beach chair as Jennie went to go get some food and drinks. Reyna sighed in happiness as she felt the warmth of the sun shined on her. “ Hey Rey I got the food!” Jennie smiled as she walked back to her youngest member, Reyna smiled as she helped her sister-figure with the food

“ So when are you going to the F1 thingy, you know you always talk about going but you never did” Jennie asked as she sat down underneath the shade, putting down the food on the table that was in between them

“ I don’t know…Should I go? I mean we are in hiatus” Reyna frowned as she took a strawberry from the fruit bowl, taking a bite of it. “ Well yeah you should, although me and the others will miss you sooooo much” Jennie hugged Reyna tightly but not to tight because of the table in between them “ You know what I will go! But enough about going or not going, how are you and Taehyung~” Reyna laid on her stomach, giving Jennie a smile as Reyna kicked her feet like a little girl. Reyna is not dumb…okay maybe she is a little dumb in her love life but still,

she could see that their loved each other. “ there is nothing going on we are just…..talking?” Jennie looked away with a blush creeping on her face, Reyna smirked and took Jennie’s hands “ Okay so while I am gone for F1 you will ask Taehyung on a date and you CAN’T take it back, or else if you don’t keep that promise I will not go and come back to Korea”

Reyna shrugged and dropped Jennie’s hands and sat back. Jennie’s face dropped to annoyance and crossed her arms “ You can’t do that” Jennie spoke out as she glared at her youngest “ I can and I will” Reyna smirked and grabbed the water bottle, Jennie let out a groan and smacked her hands on her thighs “ alright! Fine I will ask him out” Jennie finally said the words that Reyna wanted to hear. Reyna smiled pleasantly and nodded before going back to the Netflix show she is watching after she finished the f1 race “ Now that’s what I Love to hear”

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| reyna_231: there is something in here that will spoil where or what I am going….

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user26: I SEE F1 user29: is she going to watch f1,

user10: Did anyone else see the f1 drivers?

User37: how can see so good 😫

user20: mother.

charles_leclerc: I hope you come

landonorris: if you are come to the McLean garage

user17: anyone else seeing the likes??

user26: I want to make her my wife

user14: F1 x kpop I am living for this

#f1 x reader #charle leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #landonorrisxreader #carlos sainz x reader #blackpink #Jennie Kim

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pynkgothicka · 1 year

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ＨｏｗＴｈｅｙＳｐｏｉｌＹｏｕ

Synopsis - Just little Hcs for my envisioning of yandere! Bts

Tags and Warnings - SEX. Mentions of punishment I believe???

Authors Note - Something to hold y'all off while I get through this tae fic I got cooking

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jin

Gifts! Praise! Cooking!

Its literally his favorite thing to do, he doesn't really enjoy being mean and punishing you.

All he wants is a perfect relationship and that's all.

Something he really enjoys is putting on 50’s love songs and slow dancing with you in the living room. Its something he cherishes, as it gives some resemblance of normalcy when it came to the taboiness of your relationship.

“Oh! You like this stuff? I’m glad I love putting in that extra push just for you, now come on finish eating, I have a nice bath set up just for us.”

Namjoon

He spoils with love and attention

Being such a busy man, he finds time to hunker down with you and cuddle. Your presence often bringing him comfort.

He wouldn't dare have it any different. Especially if you'd been so good for him.

He also sometimes after a hard day at work comes home with a bouquet of roses and other nick knacks he knows only youd appreciate.

“I called in, I just don't feel like going in… I wanna spend some time with my baby…”

Yoongi

Sex.

That's all.

Literally just fucks you senseless, pushing you into overstimulation.

Yeah sometimes he’ll massage you, but that's just so he can get his hands on you enough to hint at what he actually wants.

“That feels good huh? There's so much more where that came from. I gotta reward you for being such a good girl.”

Hoseok

Trips!

If he's seen how good you've been and he gets some time off, you better expect him to come home and tell you to pack up.

He loves suspense too. He will keep up that suspense and surprise of where he's taking you for as long as he can. Just for fun in fact sometimes

Plus it's just you and him trapped in some foreign unknown place! It's just perfect in his eyes.

“Aw my little sugar plum, I'm glad you got everything packed. Me your going to love this vacation I promise.”

Jimin

He will smother you with just him.

He's overbearing and clingy so expect tons of cuddles just out of the blue.

If he's not cuddling you hes taking you out on dates. But more intimate dates like picnics

The two combined is almost identical to heaven for him

“Aw come here, I wanna hold you forever. You've been so good, you know how much I love it when your good for me.”

Taehyung

Gifts. And when I say gifts I mean it.

He has so much money, so why not spend it all on you?

Necklaces, Dresses, Shoes. Anything you could ever want

Sometimes it's things you've asked for or referenced wanting. But others and majority of the time it's things he thinks would look good on you. Then he has you model it all afterwards

You better make a good choice of what you try on last, because Taehyung is so riled up he's going to tear it off and then fuck you senseless

“Fuck you got me all worked up baby, you should come over here and help solve that problem.”

Jungkook

It's really a mix between fucking and taking you out

Sure sometimes he's in a big show off just how good my baby is being mood and takes you out to hang with him and his friends

But he has rules (you have to stick him 24/7 yada yada)

But then whenever he's not in a going out mood he's in a fuck you til you can only remember his name type of mood

“And whose been such a good fucking slut? Yeah that's right, only you… just you.”

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere jhope #yandere jungkook #yandere jjk #yandere park jimin #yandere jimin #yandere rm #yandere namjoon #yandere bts

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kth1 · 1 year

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BR: Red Eyes (m) | KTH

Red Eyes [Taehyung x Reader]

⟶ Genre: Vampire Au | Smut | 18+ ⟶ WC: 20k+ ⟶ Warnings: slight sugar daddy taehyung, slight dom/sub themes, shower scene, soft massaging, featuring vamp!jin and vamp!jungkook, oral (f), fingering, biting, name-calling, descriptions of rough sex, blood warning, nipple play, creampie, semi aftercare, vamp blood can be used as a heal and could be a hallucinogen, etc ⟶ Summary: You begin to figure out that Taehyung is a man of his word. Slowly but surely you’re slipping further into the expanse of his expensive world. But are you willing to accept? ⟶ Beta: Thank you all for assisting me through this fic and pointing out the areas I need to work on. This has come a long way but I'm happy to get it out into the world! @amourtae @jeonjcngkook @caelesjjk ⟶ Author’s note: Surprise! Over a year and a half later after the release Black Ravens, I finally decided to dedicate myself to a series! I never stopped thinking about the what ifs with vampire Tae, especially the one I wrote. I hope people give love to this, I really do. If I forgot any warnings, please contact me.

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It’s dark beneath your eyelids, but you’re too lazy to open them.

Something — a distant noise of some sort — stirs you from your sleep.

The smell of burnt incense mixed with freshly turned earth fills your nostrils as you take in a heavy breath. Your head rolls to the side, landing on an even softer cool plush of — what feels like — a pillow crafted by the Gods themselves. It cradles your head delicately, like placing a newborn baby down in its crib for a sweet night.

Deep voices whisper about; hushed tones purposely low to avoid your ears. It all sounds faint, muffled from your hazy sleep-state. You couldn’t care less about what’s to be said. The bed you're residing in feels like it stretches for miles as it makes sure to hold you captive in its undeniable comfort anyways.

There’s no question how much your body is begging for rest; you can barely move to a new position without a strong ache protesting against your muscles. The comforter draped over your limp body is cool to the touch, a soft fur-like fabric cuddling every inch of your body. Thankfully, it hordes all your body heat underneath it.

But, who dares disturb your slumber at this time?

It’s hard to make out the words each voice speaks at first. Both are deep with respect, conducting a tune to your ears like a lullaby.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive.”

“She’s not going to be happy about her.”

You register the melodic tune of one of those voices. No doubt in your mind it sounds exactly like Taehyung. Oddly, with that knowledge of his presence you feel slightly more at ease. Ready to admit defeat to Mr. Sandman with no hesitation.

“Just… don’t worry about it. It’s my choice, not hers.”

There’s a pause between the two voices. It feels as if you caught yourself napping and missed out on the rest of their conversation. You beg your own body to get comfortable once again, clutching your arms needily around a nearby pillow as you hold it closer to your frame. The soreness of your muscles ache, body feeling beaten and ravaged. You feel the tightness of your neck and back grinding with the way you bend, objecting to any sudden or harsh movements.

The pain comes from the last thing you remember – being pinned down and clutched by a leeching vampire by the name of Taehyung.

A single palm comes resting against the top of your head, lengthy cool fingers pet away the stray hairs falling into your face. You feel frozen from the gesture, though the hand feels like it’s encouraging you.

With a voice that reaches straight to your bones, you hear the calming words, “Go back to sleep, kitten.”

You’re not positive when you fully come back to your senses. Blaming the sweltering heat rising from under the covers, you push off the fabrics piece by piece until only a thin sheet rests over your frame. The uncomfortable tightness in your lower abdomen constantly reminds you of an urgent need, begging for you to relieve the tension before it becomes too painful holding it in. Once your eyes flutter open, wiping away the hard crusts that formed, you begin to ponder your surroundings.

A burning fireplace sits at the far end of the room, crackling wood bends at the fire’s warmth. Ash gray walls surround you, hinted with intricate etchings on the baseboards and a collection of black and white paintings. A sheer black canopy falls loose off the top of the bed frame, draping down around the mattress of which you still lay.

Everything that you set your eyes upon just screams the word expensive.

You don’t recall a place as such, most definitely not your own room nor any from Black Ravens. As you start to search for answers, you twist your head to view a row of black blinds shut tight against a large window. Perhaps seeing outside would help, maybe you can recognize the area.

Slowly, you’re able to shift your body up the bed even though your pain argues against the actions. When your legs manage to hang off the side, seconds from your feet touching the darkened wood flooring, a soft noise startles you.

To your left, nearly blending in with the curtain of the bed, stares two copper eyes. The sound you hear is nothing but a soft meow from an observing cat batting its tail slowly. Its whiskers pucker as it sniffs the air just before it stands up, stretching its lengthy limbs and scooting itself off the covers. You watch the line of its path straight to the crack of a doorway as its paws pad softly against the flooring.

Through the opening crease, you notice the amenities of a bathroom. Instantly, it reminds you of how badly your body needs to be taken care of, and now with direction, you follow the innocent feline into the separate room.

You wince at the light that clicks on, blinding your sight momentarily and causing you to stumble into the side of the sink’s counter. You curse under your breath, hand covering your eyes until you bypass the cat which sits promptly up on a towel drawer until you find the seat of the toilet.

Surprisingly, you find that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Only an abnormally large plain shirt thrown on you, loose like a dress and drops low to accommodate your body and covering the important parts. You recognize it as one of Black Raven’s “cover up” shirts, mainly worn after a participant's clothes have been ruined. You hoist the fabric upon sitting down, ready to do your deed, until you lock eyes with the waiting cat.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” Your poor fragile voice sounds more hoarse than you anticipated. Your vocal cords strain roughly.

You huff to yourself, shaking your head a little at the ridiculousness of questioning the animal. But as if it understands you, it turns its head away from you as if you’re not good enough for its attention.

Your eyes scan down and disapprove of all the markings left on your legs, wounds all pinched shut and coating over with fresh layers of scabs. One bite mark looks particularly angry, it hurts to the touch. As you lift the fabric on your body higher, you notice more.

“Taehyung really went to town on me…” you mumble to yourself.

Bruises litter your hip, even a scratch mark rakes down your waist. If you weren’t so into the pleasurable state of sex, you’re sure all these blemishes would have been more painful. More noticeable.

Pieces of your memory mold back together the more you wake up. Finishing yourself with the toilet, you find yourself staring far too long into the lengthy mirror above the sink. You study the discolored markings, how drained your face looks as it stares back at you in the reflection. The liveliness of your body looks as dull as ever, these grotesque markings are no help at all thanks to Taehyung.

Well… you remember three were from his elusive coven mate, Jimin.

The clear glass of the shower door calls your attention in the background of your scenery. What you would give to shove your entire face under the showerhead and watch the water swirl down the drainage pipe. To have the hot water cascade across your cold skin and to be engulfed by the steam hovering your own body.

However, those blissful thoughts snap in two when the cat meows at you once again.

It stands proudly, jumping down and out the door. When it doesn’t feel your presence following suit, it calls to you again.

So the cat is leading you around now, is it?

It paces quickly to another door hidden from the view of the bed and begins scratching at the bottom edge of the frame. The poor thing must have been locked inside of here with no way out, you think.

Ignoring the pains pricking at your muscles, you step up to the door to twist the crystalline knob and open it just enough for the feline to step through. The crack is just enough to give you a view of a lengthy hallway, endlessly trailing to God knows where.

You close the door as silently as possible before rushing yourself back to the bathroom for that heavenly shower you desperately need. Collecting all the materials you may want to use, mainly a few towels to wash and dry your body that you found in a nearby closet, you briskly twist the shower’s nozzle and test the temperature of the running water.

“You’re awake,” a deep voice comes out from behind you.

It nearly causes you to jump forward into the glass shower door, but luckily you catch yourself from being too dramatic.

“I… uh –”

“– Good evening,” Taehyung smiles. His eyes trail your figure, watching the way you hold the towels closer to your body the moment you look back at him. “How are you feeling, kitten?”

You nod slowly while you take a more casual stance as you face him. His gorgeous hazel eyes melt you like butter sitting in the sun for too long, turning liquidy the longer you stare back into those crisp irises.

“Not going to speak?” He lifts an eyebrow as he takes a step inside the bathroom. His foot kicks the door closed behind him as he begins to shrug out of the denim jacket he wears. The fabric collides with the tile floor below as he continues his actions with other pieces of his clothing. “It’s quite alright. Take your time warming up to me.”

“A–Are you going to take a shower?” You blink at him, trying to process the reason why one by one his clothes are being thrown off his body. He doesn’t hesitate at all, minding you no business as all you can do is watch him as you stand there stunned.

“We are,” he tosses you a toothy grin.

The second his underwear slinks down his lengthy legs you immediately shoot your eyes up to the ceiling. As if you have never seen this man naked before and that you owe him the decency of privacy. Or maybe, you are just too terribly nervous with how fast paced and nonchalant the situation turned into.

“We?” You repeat with a higher tone than anticipated.

He chuckles softly, combing his fingers through his hair to push back those curly strands before looking at you. He hums in approval as he steps in front of you, hands coming to touch along your arms. You smell a whiff of his woodsy aroma, a scent you can never pinpoint, but it is the only smell you associate this vampire with.

Unique to him and him alone.

There’s amusement on his face as he looks over you, pulling your body closer to his until you’re pressed against his front.

“Is someone worked up?” He quizzes you as one hand comes down to clasp the hem of the massively oversized shirt you’re wearing. “I can hear your heart racing. I bet you can hear it too.”

He’s swift at pulling the towels away from your arms, and even quicker with pulling up the material of your shirt even when you protest a second too late. It is up and over your head before you realize it, clasping your arms across your chest and immediately burying yourself into his frame to hide any inch of yourself that you can.

“Tae!” You screech. All your muscles yell back at you with all of the sudden movements your body makes. “Wait, no. Please!”

He places his large hand on the side of your head, tilting your face to look at his. The other palm soothes over your back and down your spine, pressing you softly into him as the two of you stand there completely bare.

“There, there, kitten. You’re safe with me,” he grins as he turns your head, hooking his thumb under your jaw. His eyes trail over the marks on your body, humming to himself every time he spots a discoloration to your skin. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You have been out for a while and I haven’t been able to properly wash you.”

Lightly, he places a kiss on your temple.

“What do you mean I’ve ‘been out for a while’?”

You watch through the corner of your eyes at the way his free hand opens the glass door and reaches in to twist the nozzle. Water comes rushing out of the top of the area, replicating a waterfall from a cluster of rocks. Matching tiling from the floor compliments the earthy coloring of the walls. A few eucalyptus plants hang from one small section right above a built-in slab that serves as a seat or placement for shower products.

“You’ve been asleep for about a day and a half,” he admits.

Taehyung inhales deeply against your hairline, placing one last peck to your head before moving the two of you into this extravagant shower. Surprisingly, the water didn’t need time to warm up – instantly being the perfect temperature to heat up your cold body. He allows you to step under first, letting you rinse off. The more your body intakes the new found warmth the more it loosens up your muscles.

“Really?” You chirp back with astonishment, voice cracking angrily at the force. “Wait, it’s Sunday now?”

Before you can step away, Taehyung holds you in place with his hands. He joins you under the falling water, dipping his face under the rushing liquid before whipping it away.

“Really.”

“Where are all my things? I’m not supposed to be here. I had plans for… Oh, he’s going to ki –”

Taehyung hushes you, using his hands to knead into your arms and up to your shoulders. “Don’t worry. All of your belongings are with me. I took care of your absence by replying to your friend and letting them know you weren’t feeling well. Besides,” he grins when your body twists in pain from the massage he is giving you, “I did a number on you and I told you I’m going to take care of you.”

His hands are like corrupting black magic, wielding you like a puppet. You’re not sure what to blame between the ache in your muscles or tiredness you continue to feel, but the sorcery of twists and turns his fingertips do to you makes you thaw completely into his palms. Making you forget how important your plans are and falling head over heels for the tall vampire before you.

You’ll deal with the consequences of your failed plans later.

“Where does it hurt?” He speaks softly as he tests out areas of your back and neck.

You respond in the same tone, fluttering your eyes whenever he flicks over a taut muscle, “Everywhere.”

He pulls you forward along with him, taking the opportunity to sit himself down on the stone slab and you sideways on his lap. Taehyung is faster than you, as usual; his quick movements allow him to snatch a loofah and bar of soap all while pressing a button on the side of the wall. It changes the location and direction of waterflow. He grips a metal faucet that hooks off from the wall, twisting it from its hinge and dragging the spray of water to aim across you.

Taehyung analyzes each bite wound on your body as the spongy loofa glides over them. If it were any other time, you’d begin to feel a nervous tension between the oddly domesticated silence the two of you share – but for now you bask in the attention. Savoring every small caring detail he gives you.

“Is this your home?” You question as your eyes are trained to the tiles below.

“One of many,” he responds.

“It’s nice…” you trail off.

You feel shy with the way his lengthy fingers flutter over your skin with the soap, washing away the surface scuffs and leaving suds in its path. He hums a ‘thank you’, chuckling at the way he places his face closer to yours on purpose to make you show your bashful side.

He notices how you still hover your midriff, already given up on hiding your breasts by placing your arms and hands strategically over areas of your body you’re not ready to expose just yet. Taehyung gives you your space, even though he’s infiltrated the majority of it.

“I’ve arranged for one of my servants to gather you some basic necessities, but within the month you’ll be brought out to shop for whatever you’d like. I’d advise you to rest well until you fully recover, take your time adjusting.”

“You… you didn’t need to do that for me,” you twist your head to finally look at him.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the way Taehyung looks, regardless of what setting or lighting he’s portrayed in. He always has been nothing but beautiful, drop dead gorgeous. But right now, he stares back at you with sincere eyes, wet curly locks that twist every which way, and beads of water trailing down the sides of his face. For a second, you completely forget about the conversation. Admiring only him and the glow of his perfectly sculpted features.

“What do you mean by ‘adjusting’?”

Slowly, your body starts leaning closer to the vampire. Your eyes are set on his parted lips, pretty and round. He allows you to inch closer, seeing how blindly you wish to kiss him.

“Your life,” his voice drops an octave. Even his Adam’s apple bobs with the way he speaks. He’s nothing but serious, eyes scanning down your face to your neck and collarbones. “You’re mine now. Your current life needs to change to be with me,” he grins.

“I… What? Tae, I can’t just do something so drastic like that,” you scrunch your eyebrows together. “I have so much going on, you don’t have a single clue.”

“But I do,” he hushes you with a kiss. It catches you off guard with how warm his lips feel against yours. “I’ve known about you for a while now, kitten. Your records at Black Ravens only told me so much. I had to do some studying.” Taehyung’s hand sneaks up to the back of your neck, lightly tugging on your skull to tilt your head back. He takes the handheld showerhead to wash over your hair, damping it in preparation for shampoo and conditioner. “You’ll adjust well, I believe. I have everything you could ever need.”

“Tae…”

“I care for you, Y/n. I really do,” he soothes over his words with the trickling water. “I’m sorry for taking you in on such short notice, but I would have never left you bleeding out on a Black Raven’s bed. I want you to know I had nothing but true and good intentions while I took you back to the comfort of my home. I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable in any way,” he speaks with sincerity and kindness. Taehyung’s voice remains soft as if he’s speaking to a worried child. “Please know that I wanted nothing more than to keep you safe.”

Taehyung doesn’t allow you to process much further because he twists you in your place, making you face forward and away from him. He lathers up your hair delicately as you remain quiet; you try processing what all has been said to you as he rinses and repeats the action with his shower products.

There’s something in the back of your mind that concerns you, sends you a word of caution the more you ponder over everything you have going on with your life. Family, friends, working towards your career, classes, and beautiful memories. Did you really just wish yourself away from all of those by accepting Taehyung?

As if he can read the stress levels radiating off of your body, Taehyung speaks up. “We can talk more about it later,” he soothes, petting your head. “Relax with me. Tell me, are you in any pain from these?” He references the array of bite marks as his finger lightly trails across them.

You shake your head no, not worried about the small blemishes compared to how fatigue your body feels. It’s not the first time you have had multiple wounds like this on your body.

“I’m okay. Just tired,” your eyes flicker down to your lap. The mark between your thighs still emits a dull pain. “Well, there’s this one.”

You feel Taehyung’s chin rest on your shoulder, peering down from behind you to see where your fingers point to. They lightly prod at the nasty scab that sticks out, softened by the water of the shower.

“Would you let me fix it for you?”

You’re confused with what he’s asking you, questioning him with how on earth he plans to fix your wound. He snakes his hand over your thigh, prying it apart from the other to view the full blemish. Briskly, he removes the crusts that cover the openings and rips open a faint batch of blood. You flinch with the action, seething between your teeth.

“It’ll be fine. You won’t feel a thing in a few seconds,” he laughs.

Taehyung then pricks his thumb on one of his fangs, drawing his own scarlet blood. It drips lazily down his finger as you watch him with awe. He places it over the bite mark, and like a miracle, you watch before your eyes how the small puncture wounds on your leg seal together in seconds.

“What the – How? Where did it go?”

Your hand scoots past Taehyung’s to press into the soft flesh of your thigh. The mark disappeared completely before your eyes. Even the litter of marks around the area tend to fade with each passing second.

“Give it a little bit and your body will be healed up. It was only a little bit, but it will still do its job.”

“Tae,” you begin with a shake of your head. “Tae, where did the bite mark go?”

He sighs as he cages his arms around your frame, hugging you from behind.

“A vampire’s blood gives us various abilities… and is our life essence. Healing is one of many things it can do for a human.”

“Can it save people too?”

Taehyung’s fingers find yours before interlocking them together. He allows the water to cascade down on the two of you, holding another in an embrace of comfort.

“Depends on your definition of saving. It’s not a known existence to the world. Many people are unaware of the abilities of a vampire’s blood and we try to keep it that way for several reasons,” he licks his lips between words, “How are you feeling?”

You breathe as you absentmindedly take in the information while staring at the steam collected on the shower’s door. Yes, your muscles seem to have untensed faster than you think they would have without this magic blood. But you remain skeptical about it.

“I’m alright,” you state.

Taehyung makes a disgruntled noise beside you as his thumbs run circles on the tops of your hands. You’re unaware of the shift in his mood but you soon discover his eyes roaming back to a few marks in the junction of your neck.

“I’m afraid to give you more,” he huffs. His lips come dangerously close to your outer ear as he continues to talk to you. “Too much vampire blood and it can cause several different effects. Even a small dose can heighten your senses,” he smirks as goosebumps grow on your skin, “increase ones strength,” he whispers as he squeezes you tighter in his hold, “and can even make sexual experience a lot more… intense.”

You swallow hard at his words. Each delectable syllable tingles your eardrums. The way his hands slide over your skin heats you up even further without doing much at all. Your body feels good, very good, with what tiny bit of blood was given to you. Denying its influence to your body is a foolish thing to think about.

Taehyung finds amusement as he watches you battle with whichever thoughts flood your mind. You feel as if you’re in a cloud of nothingness – or is that just the visible steam fogging up around you to blame? Each bead of water heightens those sensations radiating in your body. Your heart beats faster with each ticking moment.

“I do warn you, each person gets affected differently. It also depends on the dosage. Many humans take it as a drug to see hallucinations and to feel something, to feel more. It’s powerful, but it eventually dies down. Becomes addictive. Even taken in a large dose… the human can metaphysically or spiritually bond with the vampire they drink from. The vampire community has kept the healing properties a secret so it wouldn’t encourage humans to hunt vampires for their blood.”

Turning your head, you’re met with a pair of beautifully crafted hazel eyes. They stare deep into yours, catching your gaze and begging for you to not break it. Penetrating you in your spot. When Taehyung hears no response from you, he pushes the topic further while his eyes trail down to your lips.

“I can trust you, can’t I?”

You part your lips to speak, though nothing comes out. You’re nearly mesmerized by how Taehyung looks. A deep cardinal desire picks at your brain as your eyes can over his features, admiring the beauty before you. You feel sweltering hot as if your skin is threatening to melt off your bones.

Blinking hazily at his face, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. You can’t describe exactly what you are feeling; it’s like you are drunk and high at the same time but with no negative effects. Your mouth runs dry, parched from how thirsty you’ve become in the matter of minutes.

“Y/n?” Taehyung’s smooth baritone voice flutters your heart as he speaks your name.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you mutter under your breath.

Your fingers press firmly to pull his head closer to yours. Lips seeking him with no questions asked, planting them securely against his. There’s an eagerness scratching in the back of your head. You fight to twist your body on his lap, grounded by the two strong palms now resting on either side of your hips.

“Are you aroused, my little kitten?”

His mouth hovers yours, mere centimeters away. The accusation stirs you, how guilty you suddenly feel. You want nothing more than to tangle your tongue with his at this very moment. Your breath shudders when you inhale; it feels as if you were catching your breath after running a marathon.

You don’t need to answer Taehyung, your actions speak louder than any word that can come out of your groggy throat. Fluttering your eyes shut, you pull him to reconnect his lips to yours. Your tongue stretches into his mouth, licking past his teeth and meeting his with a warm greeting.

He hums a small laugh, his smirk unable to hide his high spirits.

“Kitten, I don’t want to use this against you. I was only trying to heal you up. Plus, aren’t you exhausted…” Taehyung takes a hand and travels it toward the apex of your thighs, “Down here?”

His thumb toys with the idea of running it along the bend of your thigh, edging it closer towards your crotch. The sensation feels otherworldly, magical. Heighted to a new extreme as the water trickling down above you feels like you’re under a waterfall.

Each physical sensation blesses your nerve endings, making them vibrate with mirth throughout your skin. A strangled moan escapes your mouth when you allow a curse to fall out of your lips.

“Fuck,” you breathe. Your chest rises and falls with desperation. “Fuck, don’t…”

Taehyung hums, his face pressing against yours and he nudges your head to lean back against his shoulder.

“Don’t what?” He whispers, halting his actions. “I won’t touch you –”

“Don’t stop,” you seethe through your teeth.

He witnesses the way your nipples stand erect. How the twitch of your legs help open them wider as if you’re welcoming his hand to slide further. Your heart pounds with every waking moment, beating hard on the inside of your ribcage as your body sends itself into a state of bliss. You can imagine yourself in a rainforest, hearing tropical birds chirping as the smells of fresh mulch and soil fill your nostrils. Sun rays beaming down bright against your skin as you lounge yourself atop a lily pad floating on a pond. Bold, vibrant colors paint the world around you, and the only thing pulling you back to reality is the man splitting your legs wider with his feet as he leans you back against his chest.

“What are you seeing?” He questions calmly, unable to read the blown out pupils of your eyes.

Taehyung uses one hand to grip your chin softly, tilting your head to look up at him. With the vampiric blood dancing in your system, his features look even more amplified. More gorgeous – and you’re unsure exactly how. Taehyung glows like how you imagine an angel might, ethereal and stunning. His eyes twinkle like a thousand little suns having a fiesta together.

“You,” you admit. “I only see you.”

Taehyung keeps his focus on you, wanting to give you the ultimate pleasure you deserve. He’s sure to keep slow and not push the limits; he is aware of the draw-backs of what happens with a human on vampire blood. He wants to show you how he intends on keeping his promise of taking care of you to all ends, even when he is ignoring his own hard-on pressing against your backside. Maybe one day he’ll experiment sex with his blood in your system, if you so wish it, but for now – he knows you only need the bare minimum of happiness.

Seeing as you can have everything and anything you want right now.

Taehyung’s hand drops down to collect your breast in his palm. He doesn’t even need to toy with it much at all before having you gasp out loud from the sensation. Your nipples remain painfully erect, calling to Taehyung to stroke over them one by one just to turn up your pleasure some more.

You groan with excitement and feel your body quake with shivers running down your spine. Your hands rush to grab at him, moaning out a plea for him to continue his actions.

“Touch me, please.”

He shushes you as his other hand reaches for the detachable showerhead. From underneath you, his feet hook around your ankles to spread your legs wider. The heat of the shower touches your exposed pussy, revealing the dampened mess between your folds. It doesn’t last long there, not with how Taehyung runs the showerhead over your body. Teasing your skin all over before centering it above your cunt.

The blasts of water jetting out of each rubber hole presses against your lower lips and clit. A constant pressure applied right to the place you needed it the most. Your grip tightens as you inhale a whine, swallowing harshly as your body undergoes the sudden and shocking impact. You shake in Taehyung’s hold while reaching down between your legs to grip his wrist. His strength holds you back as his other palm latches over your mouth, muffling your beautiful whines and keeping you pressed against his body.

He rubs the showerhead over you slowly at a deliciously dangerous pace. Taehyung’s lips kiss against the side of your neck while you strangle a moan that fails to escape.

“That’s it…” he coos. “Accept it. Let your body fall into it.”

You screw your eyes tight as the words laced into your ears hit you. Beckoning your orgasm to release instantaneously and rolling over you like a bulldozer. Taehyung supports your body no matter which way you convulse; he’ll make sure you ride it out with no worries.

The hand placed over your mouth catches all your weeps and sobs, muting you from the world. Your nails pierce into Taehyung’s wrist as you anchor yourself, holding onto him for dear life. It’s as if the waterfall you once were under sweeps you off your feet and drifts you out and over the rocky slopes of a river and into a bottomless pit of an ocean. Where those raging rapids of your orgasm begin to calm down and smooth out into slow luscious waves. Sailing you out into the void on the surface of the water.

“Kitten?”

You hear Taehyung’s voice echo in your head. It sounds beautiful and serene, his voice coaxing over your senses as if it’s the only thing able to ground you.

Your chest heaves as you catch your breath through the thick steam of the shower. Collapsing your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder, you relish in the pure bliss of everything around you. His hand slips from your mouth to guide your jaw towards him as he simultaneously removes the showerhead from between your legs and back to the hook nearby. A soft, yet playful smile, dresses his beautiful lips. Even his eyes flash delight and mirth.

“You’re so sexy when you enjoy yourself,” he comments.

Delicately, his lips press onto yours once again. His mouth feels possessive, like he’s ready to eat you entirely. Meanwhile, his hands cage around you, pressing into your skin and holding you flush against his front.

The compliment floods you with a wave of embarrassment. Vulnerable and under the penetrating gaze of a vampire who can literally do whatever he wants with you at any given moment.

“T-Thanks…” you hush your words against his plump lips.

“Anytime,” Taehyung smiles.

He allows you a moment's rest just to relax with him; he completely ignores his strong hard-on pinched between your two bodies. A malicious and violent being – from what you’ve grown to know – makes you skeptical on how such a tender and soft man Taehyung truly can be. Even when he has only displayed his dominating sides… seeing something like this throws your head into a spin of confusion.

It surprises you.

But you don’t question any of his actions. Taehyung shows no real threat, not now… now when you’re dripping wet and naked on top of him, shaking from a mouthwatering orgasm that took less than a minute to achieve under a new influence.

On top of that, you only had the smallest amount of his blood in your system. You can’t even imagine how more would affect you.

“Let’s finish cleaning the rest of you off,” he addresses as he grabs a conditioner bottle. “I’m sure by now my servant has fixed you with some food and something to wear.”

Taehyung takes his time with you, holding you close every step of the way. He caters to you as if you are a broken doll. Careful to not break you further, but graceful enough to make you feel his compassion with every tender touch.

He whips you away with his spoiling behavior. Washes you from head to toe; peppering affectionate kisses across your skin.

Perhaps this is his way of apologizing.

When the two of you finally exit the bathroom, disregarding the trail of wet feet marks that follow you out the door, you’re welcomed with newly found clothes on a properly made bed. A small tray of juice and small food sits on a small desk. You stroll towards the mattress, happy to not feel your body aching with every movement. You plop down on the side of the bed as your eyes scan the laid out clothing, still wrapped up in your towel.

Taehyung moves steadily over to his closet. His robe hugs around his frame as his arms search aimlessly through his drawers and hung up clothing. You can see him shuffling through fabric after fabric, analyzing and processing which colors to coordinate with another.

“I’m afraid I have some business to attend to tonight,” he drones out. He sounds less than enthused about whatever it is he has to do. “I’ll be back before dawn. Feel free to wander the house. I’ll entrust you with Jin.”

You blink over at him, giving Taehyung a puzzled face when he catches your wandering gaze.

“Wait, what? Hold on, I have a few questions before you disappear on me.”

The tone in your voice shows how concerned you are feeling. Disorientated feels like an understatement.

Taehyung walks out of his closet with a pair of dress shoes and suit pieces hanging off of a few hangers in his hands. A camel tan jacket and matching pants paired up with a white button up long sleeve and black gucci shoes. He tosses them on the bed beside you as he hums.

“What questions do you have for me, kitten?”

He tilts his head as his eyes find yours. He raises his eyebrows with all attention on you. He stands at the foot of the bed, legs spread in a stance to make him look wider. Like he’s making a statement without having said it. Crude humor you think, especially when his long lengthy fingers begin tightening around the band holding his robe together. He toys with the idea of teasing you by pulling it out of its knot and allowing the material to lax naturally. Opening a slit that reveals his skin from chest all the way down to between his legs.

You stare at him with determination and a bit of fear. Because you’d be damned if you admired the view of his hanging appendage that he shamelessly gives opportunity for you to see.

“I… I – You’re coming back when?” You stumble over your words momentarily.

“Dawn.”

The audacity of his whole demeanor spills out confidence and carelessness all at the same time. He smirks when you finally direct your line of sight to something far away from him. It’s the only way you know how to talk with him without feeling some kind of way.

In your peripheral you can see Taehyung shrugging off the material of his robe and allowing it to drop down to the ground. He stands there naked and you’re well aware of it. You tighten your grip on your towel involuntarily as you concentrate on your speech.

“What time is it now?”

“Sometime after the sunset.”

“That’s… not helpful. Where’s my phone? All of my belongings that I had at Black Ravens. They’re not here? I also need to go back home.”

Taehyung huffs a laugh as he slips up his trousers and buttons them securely. The humor laced in his voice throws you off as you try to stay serious on the matter.

“It means it’s sometime at night,” he grins. His hands run through his hair, brushing out the damped tendrils away from his face. “Your belongings are with me. No need to worry about them right now, kitten.”

He’s dismissive. You also notice the way he ignores the last thing you said, which twists your curiosity even more.

“Tae. I need my phone,” you state.

Slowly, he rounds about the bed to your side. Taehyung steps in your line of sight and moves closer to you. He’s sliding an arm through the sleeve of his button up as he fixes his stance before you. His finger comes out to tap under your chin, beckoning you to look up to him.

Your eyes scan across the sliver of his stomach all the way up towards his sharp collar bones. His neck looks desirable, kissable. But when you meet his hooded eyes, you feel heat strike your nerves. His face shows no signs of that playful humor lingering in his voice as he stares down at you.

“I’ll tell you what. Be a good kitten for me and stay here until I get back. Then I’ll give back your phone and bring you home.”

You hesitate to respond to him. The scowl that covers your face shows your displeasure and frustration. The split second you go to twist your head out of Taehyung’s finger, he grips your jaw.

Taehyung levels himself with you, bending down to look you straight into your eyes. His eyes look hazed over with some sort of clouded anger as they bore into yours.

“Y/n. I need you to stay here for me,” his voice drops to a stern ring. It shakes you all the way to the core. “Do you understand?”

You shake your head slowly as you accept his request. There are no words that can describe the things Taehyung’s presence does to you, let alone his words alone. The way it always feels like he has a claim over you. The way he can boss and control you with just a simple snap of his finger if he demands it.

A creeping smirk grows on Taehyung’s pleased face. The importance of subordination and lack of patience is something you note in the back of your head.

“Good girl,” he praises. Taehyung leans in more to place one last kiss to your lips, humming satisfaction as he gets his way. “Now, behave,” he warns as he removes himself from you.

“Why don’t you go choose a necklace for me from one of the valet boxes I have in the closet,” he insists as he sits himself down to focus on slipping into his shoes.

You remain propped right in your spot on his bed as you clutch the cloth of the towel surrounding you. Watching the back of Taehyung’s head, you find yourself frozen in place from wanting to move.

“Who’s Jin?”

Visibly, you can see the way Taehyung’s shoulders shrug as if he’s letting out a sigh. He shakes his head to himself as he finishes putting on the last piece of his clothing – his jacket – and adjusts the cufflinks.

“My eldest brother.”

After Taehyung leaves you alone in his bedroom, you sit for a while before wanting to actually make yourself presentable. You feel sluggish, whether it be from tiredness or the lazy state your body settles in after having that mind-blowing orgasm from a showerhead. Of course, you take your time moving around his room. You even take a few more bathroom visits to finalize your look with whatever toiletries you manage to find.

You grow bored of the bedroom surroundings just how you grow bored of the lack of social interaction. Placed in an area that you are completely unknown to, the only person you’ve managed to see is Taehyung. Even when he claims there is a servant on-hand, they’ve yet to come back to the room at all. Leaving you curious about what lies outside of the bedroom door… and hungry with the need for food.

The door opens gracefully, it doesn’t even creak at the hinges when it swings. You’re met with an empty hall, only simplistic flower paintings hang in an orderly fashion along the length of the wall. You take a look up and down the expanse, seeing as you’re smackdab right in the middle of the hall.

From the right, it looks to be a dead end. A lonely black counter sits at the far end wall with one singular clear vase set in the middle and a mirror secured to the wall. To your left, there’s an opening far beyond you can see.

Your feet step haphazardly as you trail down the wooden flooring. It smells like any other normal house would, just with a hint of cleaning solution lingering in the air. Nothing seems out of place, everything perfectly set in alignment. Not even a speck of dust flies in the air throughout the illumination of the bright lights above.

Eventually, you creep further into the house. You find yourself walking into an empty entranceway, the front door completely black in color with a golden handle. All the windows are boarded up, seal tight. The reminder of Taehyung’s request echoes in your mind, telling you not to leave.

That he needs you here.

You stare at the door for longer than you admit, mind racing with interest. But you're drawn to a muffle noise that resounds in the air. It snaps your attention to another direction. As if the house itself is your usher, the walls guide you away from the front door and down the next corridor.

Emerging around a corner, you instantly see a countertop with a display of utensils laid out. The closer you step, the more of the kitchen is presented to your eyes. An island sink and stove, refrigerator, and at least two tall cabinets that are presumably filled with food.

Your mouth begins to water with the ideas of something fresh, something delicious. Maybe a set of snacks are waiting for you just inside those doors.

However, you still aren’t forgetting the strange noises you hear that continue to grow as you step into the kitchen.

You come faced with a window in the wall above a section in the kitchen. It peaks into some sort of gathering area, like a living room you guess. But what you see isn’t anything you expect.

The muffled noises are from people. They are in front of a fireplace, lit to a bright flame, yet they’re either half or completely naked. A woman is on her knees right before a male standing tall. His hands are mangled within her auburn locks, guiding her head vigorously into his pelvis. The noises you heard, are nonother than two people fucking – face-fucking. Their moans and aggressive groans amplify the longer you stare.

His backside mainly faces you; you can barely make the features of these two strangers. His sharp calves flex through his tight jeans as he balances himself, so does his marvelous thighs. The elastic band around his thin waist hangs enough to expose his member, plunging deep into the willing woman’s mouth.

But the scene itself makes you fumble over your footing as you back away. You accidentally slap your arm against the countertop as you try to anchor yourself from falling over, knocking into the array of utensils and causing a ruckus.

It surely gains the male’s attention as you watch his head look over his shoulder abruptly. Dark locks hang over his ruby red eyes as a piercing gaze penetrates you where you feebly stand. Blood smears across his parted mouth, sharp teeth bearing themselves to you.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your eyes look back at him. Widened and scared.

His hips continue to roll into the woman’s face while his hands keep guiding the head of the woman onto his cock. You can’t see it, but you can surely hear the way the woman gags around something several times. It’s rough, you can tell with the type of savagery the male puts into his thrusts. But she sucks it in like she's drunk on lust; bite marks littering her flesh.

“I-I, uh –” you stutter as you hoist yourself up into a normal stance. Your hands scurry across the countertop to gather the utensils in a haste as the leering gaze of the male glares at you.

“I am so sorry!” you blurt out.

The second you look down, you feel a gust of wind beside you. To your right, a bare chest enters your peripheral view. A masculine hand slaps itself down on top of yours, pinning you to the countertop. Even with a quick yank, you cannot move a single centimeter away from the weighting pressure on top of your hand.

You scream out a yelp of pain before your eyes snap to the man who leans in beside you. Bright scarlet eyes stare at you like a dagger ready to pierce skin. Blood dribbles down his chin and drops to his smooth chest as he smiles a devilish smile down at you. He doesn’t even have the decency to cover up his hardened cock, it stands out of his pant’s zipper as they lay low on his dainty waist. You’re embarrassed to even take in the sight of the sculpted abdomen of the male, let alone the proud dickhead pointing right at you.

Quickly, he makes his way around your frame to corner you against the island countertop. Both his arms cage you in, barricading your body against two hard places.

Fear strikes all your nerves, quickening your heart rate and causing a panic.

“J-Jin?”

The name comes out shaky, just like how your limbs begin to do. You quiver between the male and the countertop. He leans in, grinning to himself as his eyes scan up and down your body. He presses himself closer, even brushing his hardened dick against your front.

“I can be Jin if you want me to, baby,” his voice comes out deadly and smooth. It curls your insides, sends red alert noises in your brain.

Instantly, it tells you that his identity must not be Taehyung's eldest brother. Now, you’re concerned with who exactly this other vampire is.

Taehyung never mentioned someone else.

“Stop!”

You try to squirm out of the male’s hold. You’re being violated in so many ways by this unwanted presence. Even the fist you form with your free hand does nothing to the side of the male’s face. It only creates a loud smacking sound as your knuckles contact his jaw.

The man tilts his head back to level it with yours. Any sign of amusement he has completely vanishes. His nose scrunches as he inhales deeply.

“You’re going to regret –”

“– Jungkook!”

A voice cracks through the intense male before you. His gaze fades out momentarily as he listens to the call of his name. His shoulders rise with irritation and aggression.

Another male’s hand comes to grab Jungkook’s forearm before ripping it away from surrounding you. He easily pushes the attacker off, giving a few feet space between the two of you.

“Don’t,” the newest male warns as he stares back at the other.

The male’s back is away from you, but you can tell he’s taller in stance. He, too, has dark hair – at least it looks styled. His body is lathered in a light blue silk shirt that’s tucked into black dress pants and a thin belt. He radiates authority with the way he stands.

“Jungkook,” he warns as he senses the vampire getting agitated. “I command you to not lay a single finger on her. You’re not allowed to harm her in any way.”

They exchange a heated stare with another. However, to your surprise, you notice Jungkook standing straighter. Submission. A cocky, yet pissed off look, suits his face as he uses the opportunity to tuck himself back inside his pants and zip his zipper.

His eyes glance over to you, frozen and unable to move from your spot, while he expresses his annoyance towards you.

“With all those little noises I heard earlier, I expected you to be another whore.”

The male in the blue shirt swiftly and fluidly backhands Jungkook in a blink of an eye. The power alone splits Jungkook’s cheek open, blood spraying out with the movement of Jungkook’s head.

You stare in shock, tears brimming in your eyes. Slowly, you are able to edge your body away from the counter and back the way you come. But you’re halted in your tracks by the male in the blue shirt.

“Stay, Y/n,” he calls out.

It’s the first time he faces you, turning in his spot as he adjusts the sleeve of his shirt. You’re met with another gorgeous looking male, almost too serene. You can peg Taehyung for ethereal, but this man seems to outstand any words you can form.

He looks at you with serious and determined eyes. They’re a delicious brown pecan color, kind to look at.

“I’m Jin,” he begins to explain as he looks back at Jungkook. “I apologize for the rudeness from my progeny. He is still a child. I assure you, he won’t bother you again.”

You look back at Jin worriedly. Afraid to look over at the blood-covered Jungkook and afraid to go against Jin’s request.

“Jungkook,” the elder male cocks his head to the side. “Go clean up your mess in the living room. Clean yourself up while you’re at it. She’s our company.”

As Jungkook goes to turn on his heel without a second thought, Jin speaks to him again.

“But first,” his tone lingers in the air above everyone’s heads, “Apologize to Y/n. After all, she isn’t a whore like you assumed.”

You can tell the resistance on Jungkook’s face when he turns back. Those scarlet eyes that once penetrated your soul dwell down to a sterling gray color. They’re clouded with uncertainty and anger, but if you look past all his chiseled nakedness and gruesome bloodstains across his body he doesn’t look quite as scary.

Very handsome matter of fact; yet his actions alone already painted him in such a dull light that you’re completely comfortable not exploring any more details about him.

Jungkook stares at you through the corner of his eye, fueled with displeasure as he’s forced to obey Jin.

“Sorry.”

The apology comes out dry, you’re aware it’s definitely not sincere. You say nothing in response. But from the smug grin Jin has on his face, you can tell he’s enjoying the control.

“Now, carry on,” Jin waves with his hand. He takes a step towards you as he continues to talk to Jungkook. “The one in the living room leaves the house alive, Jungkook,” he reminds. “We don’t want any mistakes like last time.”

You watch as Jungkook disappears from the kitchen and returns to the auburn haired woman who has collapsed on the floor. If you look through the opened wall window you will be able to see the way Jungkook lazily picks up the fallen woman.

Jin steps around the kitchen to look throughout some of the cabinets and shelving units. He hums to himself while he searches.

“I admit, you had me thinking you’d stay cooped up in that room all night for a second there. You must be hungry, hm? I’m sure we have something in here for you.”

He peaks over at you, who is still lingering in the same stunned spot, and gives you a pained expression.

“You can come closer. It may be hard, with what you just witnessed, but try to get comfortable. I’m not going to do anything to you.”

You swallow thickly while your eyes flicker over from Jungkook to Jin. You’re uncertain, as you should be, but the moments you just endured still feels very much real for you. It shakes your core.

“What about him?” You nod towards Jungkook’s direction.

There’s a small pleased grin that creeps up on Jungkook’s face at your question while he hoists the woman up and over his shoulder. She mumbles words you cannot understand, whether it be another language or a very thick accent. But Jungkook never looks back to you, his mind is on other things now.

“He won’t hurt you,” Jin exhales. He gathers together some eggs from inside the fridge and a few pieces of meat. “I’ve commanded him. So even if he wanted to, he’s bound to listen to my order.”

You take a step in to lean against the nearest wall. Though you see Jin wave you on towards a stool sitting across from where he settled to cook at. Slowly, you tip-toe over to where Jin’s pointed look guides you.

“Because you ‘commanded’ him?”

Jin works around the built-in electric stove with a few pans on the heated plates. He cracks open an egg, then two.

“I am his maker. I have that ability over him,” he says. “Jungkook is still a newborn. Doesn’t have much control over everything just yet. Incredible strength… insufferable lack of tolerance to the rules of the world though. It’s a bit of a challenge but he has much more training to do.”

“What do you mean you’re his maker?”

The eggs sizzle in the pan as Jin continues to add random pieces of food to it. Some form of omelet from the looks of it. It already smells appetizing and it’s not even fully cooked yet.

“I turned him into a vampire,” he says nonchalantly.

Jin softly smiles as he flips over the egg to fry the other side. He gathers you a glass of water, but tells you that there are options of juice in the refrigerator. The cup clinks down on the countertop right next to a plate Jin grabs.

“There’s forks in the drawer beside you,” Jin voices. “Now tell me how our little Taehyung came to find you.”

The neatly made omelet slides out of the pan and onto your plate before you. Jin hands over salt and pepper shakers as well as a napkin for you. After he turns off the stove and briefly cleans up the area he works at, he rests back on the opposite counter with crossed arms. He waits for you to happily take your food while waiting for your response.

You feel your stomach twist in eagerness, starving to taste the deliciously made food. With your fork, you cut into the omelet before stabbing the first piece and placing the appetizing egg into your mouth.

“Black Ravens,” you state in between bites.

“Ah –,” Jin smiles. “Interesting.”

Jin watches you, analyzes you. His haunting beauty would normally make you nervous, kind of like how it is when you first got to learn about Taehyung. You can’t place your finger on it, but somehow you feel the needed trust your mind wants to be reassured you are in good hands.

“How long?”

You stop chewing your food as you look at Jin. A puzzled look begins to carve itself on your face.

“How long have you worked at Black Ravens?” He clarifies.

You’re nearly done with your plate of food by now. Even the glass of water beside you sits half empty as you straighten your posture in the seat you sit at.

“A few months…” you ponder more to yourself as you recollect the memories.

“Resorting to a job like that… my curiosity is getting the better of me,” Jin hums again. Suddenly, you see a flash of something black run across the floor before it hops up on the counter beside Jin. He smiles warmly, petting the frisky feline that stares back with its round eyes. “Did you join Black Ravens for money or pleasure? Or perhaps… it turned into a bit of both?”

You don’t answer the question, seeing as Jin gives you a knowing look as he looks you up and down. He already knows. The question is deemed rhetorical. You shouldn’t be here if it is strictly for money… Now would you?

“Is that your cat?”

“Her name is Stella,” Jin affirms as he gives the feline soft scratches under her chin. “I’m sure she kept you company while you were asleep, she enjoys Taehyung’s room for whatever reason.”

You nod briefly, smiling to yourself. Stella had kept you accompanied more than just at your bedside. But she is friendly in the end.

“She did,” you admit. You admire the stark black shorthair who purrs into Jin’s palm. Thoroughly enjoying the pets and love he shows her.

Gracefully, Stella hops from counter to counter. Jumping towards you as she sniffs the air. She inspects the residue on your plate as she steps closer to you. Leisurely, Stella makes her own room on the island by laying down just in front of you. Her tale wags with sass as she stares back at Jin across the kitchen.

You lightly pet her from head to tail. Making sure not to offend her with any temping tummy rubs.

Jin grins from ear to ear as he reads the house cat language. He’s entertained with the attitude, it gives Stella characterization.

“She enjoys you,” he comments. “Lucky for you.”

“Maybe it’s because I work with animals…” you trail off.

“Do you now?”

“I work in a vet’s office. Started as a receptionist then wanted to become a veterinary technician. Now I want to be a veterinarian.”

“So a stable job and you still work at Black Ravens?”

“I needed the money. College funds here aren’t cheap… and I'm barely getting by with my position at the vet's office. Not with the cost of living and bills to pay.”

Jin nods agreeably.

“So he agreed to pay for you. In return for…?”

“Who? Taehyung? No. It’s not like that,” you furrow your brows.

“You came here with several bite marks on you. I’m surprised to see they’re all gone,” Jin comments on your appearance. “You must mean something for Taehyung to willingly shed blood.”

You’re all washed up and clothed. You can’t imagine the state of your body after collapsing in the Black Raven’s feeding room, but you’re sure it wasn’t a pretty sight. With Jin’s perception, you assume that maybe he was the other person in the room when you were barely awake in Taehyung’s bed.

“I don’t know what he wants with me,” you state. “I barely know him. He is just a regular at Black Ravens. Last night…last night was the first time he really opened up. And it wasn’t much. I knew he was an expensive client, but I didn’t know he was the owner.”

“The coven owns Black Ravens. Not just him. It’s in fact under my name,” Jin smiles. He scoffs as he finally takes your used dishware and places it in the sink. He runs the faucet water and adds a dab of soap before shutting the water off. “This kid… he’s something else. I’m sorry if Taehyung did anything unpleasant towards you.”

“I don’t think anything was necessarily unpleasant. I think he brought me back here because of the other vampire. He was more… more determined with his –”

“– There’s another?”

Jin’s hands rest on the edges of the countertop as he leans in towards you. His interest spikes and you can see it on his face.

You sigh to yourself as you continue to pet Stella, “Yeah. His name is Jimin? Taehyung interrupted the feeding.”

“Ah,” Jin laughs. His eyebrows raise to his hairline as the man chuckles lightly. “Oh, Jimin. Well I can understand why Taehyung brought you here now. Those two seem to always be at it.”

“I could tell Taehyung wasn’t happy with him,” you half-laugh with him.

“He’s never happy with him,” Jin exaggerates. Though with the glint in his eye, you feel like he's telling you he’s serious.

“Can I ask why?”

There’s a moment of silence that passes between you and Jin. The only noise you hear is the constant purring of Stella as she lounges her lengthy body across the counter space. You see the way Jin’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, giving you the hint to not press anymore on the topic.

“When you feel comfortable, I’d advise you to ask Taehyung himself. It’s not my business to spread,” Jin quickly looks down at the watch on his wrist to gauge the time. “He should return sometime in the next two hours, before daybreak.”

Jin walks himself around the island you sit at, his palm facing up toward you to take. He steps beside you with a duchenne smile; he nearly looks like a charmed prince giving you his blessing. Excitement is evident, and you fall for his swift persuasion.

“Now before then, let me accompany you around the mansion. I imagine you’ll be here more often than you think. I promise to steer you away from Jungkook.”

After a tour around the neo-gothic styled modern mansion from Jin, the two of you entertained each other until you settled yourself on one of the expensive couches in the family room. You listened and talked with Jin, shared some small enlightening topics but nothing too detailed. Throughout your walkthrough you managed to meet a few of the house servants, one of which delivered you some clothes to change into. You truly must be so tired, because during the midst of conversation you have dozed off; being just a mere human would explain it.

You remember rising from your slumber with a few taps to your nose. Your vision is blurred at first until it adjusts to the figure before you.

In front of you, you’re met by the toothy smile of Taehyung – bent by the knees to level his body with yours. His hazel eyes greet you with mirth as he raises his eyebrows.

“Good morning, kitten,” his deep baritone voice rings in your ears. His palm cradles the underside of your chin, thumb rubbing softly along the edge of your jaw. “Still tired?”

It warms your heart and flutters the wings of the butterflies that fly in your stomach. Seeing him instantly makes you want to leap across an ocean to hug him, but you catch yourself from doing anything.

Because you’re not sure why you’re feeling the strong desire to touch him. How his presence feels all too familiar and safe.

You blink at him, taking in the beautiful features across his ageless face. What excites you even more is how Taehyung seems completely delighted to see you once again.

“Just a little,” you admit.

It’s subtle in the way he licks his lips. He brushes his fingers past your ear to sway strands of your hair away from your neck. Taehyung senses your brief fit of worry but assures you that he is only just checking as a precaution.

“Let me get you back home,” he states coolly. Holding up your cellphone with his other hand, he dangles the near-dead device in front of your face. “I keep my promises.”

A sting of anger zaps through your body as you recall Taehyung holding your electronic hostage all this time – along with all your valuables you had carried with you to Black Ravens. With vigilance, you grip the phone from his lengthy fingers. You tap on the screen to see the battery life of the device, but you fear opening it up near him.

“Come,” he requests with a wiggle of his forefinger.

He stands up as he straightens out the wrinkles in the jacket you saw him leave in. Taehyung grabs hold of a set of keys left on a glass end table as his heels click on the floor below him. He practically drips pure gold with the weight of each stride. Lavished in the finest clothes, you appreciate the view of Taehyung walking away from you.

You make sure to apologize to Jin about falling asleep as you walk out the door after Taehyung. He doesn’t seem like he minds, even though he watches you leave with caution in his eyes.

The dark chilly early morning greets you as well as a gust of brisk wind. Small puddles cover the walkway from a fresh drizzle of rain. The sun hasn’t even peaked itself through the sky yet but it leaves a pretty view; a deep blue melting into the beginnings of a soft peach orange. A perfect crescent moon floats right above the layout of trees surrounding the thicket of woods with roaming dark clouds. A guarantee of scattered storms for the oncoming day.

You appreciate the outside of the house as you step behind Taehyung’s long strides. Abstract designs correspond and compliment another in colors of black, browns, and beiges. The windows show clean glass but continue to be boarded up for the forthcoming sunlight. Hidden in nothing but dense forest, you’re led to ponder how deep you are from the city you live in.

Taehyung ushers you over to the passenger side of a matte black Mercedes AMG GT coupe. Each window is tinted, shutting out any light. His eyes watch you as you place your foot through the door, but his hand grabs your arm before you can descend down into the seat.

“Hey,” his voice is low. Taehyung draws your attention to him, his eyes leer down through his long lashes. “Are you feeling better?”

You swallow while nodding your head. The wind wisps the loose waves of Taehyung’s black hair in front of his forehead. It exposes his eyes more, makes you fall in love with how asymmetric they are to another. One monolid and the other a double eyelid; giving his overall appearance a striking aura.

“I do,” you softly smile.

Taehyung’s eyes trail down to the curve of your lips. They linger there while silence skirts around the two of you; the only noises are of early birds chirping and the breeze running through the leaves overhead.

You can feel the intensity radiating from him. Yet, Taehyung does nothing about it. He releases his grip on your arm to let you into the car, pushing the door shut after you settle in.

Taehyung enters through the driver’s side, fitting comfortably in as his fingers begin toying with the screen on the dashboard and glowing widgets on the center console. The interior is smooth, a cool black color surrounds you entirely. He starts the engine up with a press of a button.

“What’s your address?”

He looks over to you as one arm reaches towards the steering wheel while the other hovers towards the screen of the dashboard. Taehyung tilts his head towards you, a creeping smile plays at the corners of his lips. One eyebrow quirks your way and you instantly feel captivated by him.

Taehyung’s vehicle takes you through aimless roads among more aimless roads until you find yourself nearing a familiar area. The highway takes you closer towards exit signs that welcome you. Numbers flash overhead, warning you as you approach your turnoff as you admire the view of the beautiful sky. Light rain trickles on the windshield the deeper Taehyung drives you into your residential city. It’s only one exit off from the notorious Black Ravens; roughly a 25 minute drive from place to place without traffic in the way.

The directions call out to Taehyung as the two of you sit in comfortable silence. Your head leans on the headrest as you stare out the window. Taehyung’s palm comfortably resting on your bare thigh; hardly covered by the overlength tee shirt you were dressed in.

“Can I ask how you were able to talk to my friend?” You look down at your phone clutched in your palm. You hesitate to open the device, having half a mind to think Taehyung already went through the contents. “Did he call?”

Taehyung’s features never change in the slightest while humming to a tune. Even his thumb taps lightly over the steering wheel while the vehicle cruises down the lengthy road.

“Your phone recognized your face when you were asleep which then unlocked the screen,” he says calmly. “He did not call. I only responded through text about your absence.”

You sigh while adjusting yourself in your seat. Hands fidgeting with the cellular device, but you choose not to look. Afraid to read the disappointment – if any – that may be messaged in the thread you share with your friend.

Even when you contemplate with yourself, Taehyung is attentive to you. Analyzing and watching the way your body language speaks.

“What’s got you so worried? Is the guy someone you’re involved with?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together at the thought. Immediately, you follow with a curt response – diminishing any existence of that being an idea for you.

“Not at all. He’s my best friend.”

Taehyung remains quiet, but you thank him for not entertaining the idea further. You also express your gratitude for letting your friend know you aren’t around.

Shortly, you arrive at your destination as rain begins to pour. Taehyung parks on the curb of the street in front of your apartment; his car sticking out like a sore thumb among the rest of the inexpensive cars around. It looks and feels completely out of place. But at least he has a car, unlike you who’s become accustomed to your local bus stops.

Before you can even reach your handle, Taehyung turns off the ignition and is out of the driver’s side. Stepping around the front of the car to approach your door. The weather doesn’t phase him one bit.

“Mademoiselle,” he smirks as he assists you exiting his car. He’s even kind enough to shut the door behind you and gather a bag of your belongings from the trunk of his vehicle.

You can’t help but smile to yourself from the pampering. Little do you know, this is only the beginnings of his hospitality and generosity.

Fishing out your set of keys out of a side pocket of your canvas bag, you fumble between the metals before finding the appropriate one to slide through the lock of your door. Taehyung stands ideally behind you, but his presence is very much evident. The tension back at the mansion carried all the way here, to the entrance of your home.

He stands closer in your proximity, you feel as if he’s practically breathing down your neck. But in reality, upon turning to look at him after twisting your door handle, he’s further away than you expect. Taehyung’s eyes scan the darkness of your house through the crack of your door.

“I, um…” you begin. You turn more to face Taehyung, tightening your hold on your bag.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper.

Taehyung’s eyes flick over to you, those hazel irises drip so wickedly. They’re unmatched and unfair; you have never seen anything quite like them before. There’s something magical about them.

“I told you I’ll take care of you, kitten,” he half-laughs.

His deep voice shakes your core, makes you feel smaller in the spot you stand. Taehyung’s fingers grip your jaw before you can turn away from his gaze.

“No need to thank me,” his eyes stare down to your lips as you aimlessly blink at him. “What do you want next?”

Your breath hitches, “What do you mean?”

Taehyung’s tongue comes to swipe over his lips before biting back a smile. He stops himself from rolling his eyes, but instead he takes his thumb and lightly pulls down your bottom lip.

“You look at me with these desperate eyes sometimes, and whenever you do – I can’t stop myself from thinking about them. So, what do you want me to do next? Are we just going to stand here under the cold rain or are you going to invite me inside?”

He sighs when he senses the way your heart rate paces even faster. Taehyung steps closer to you, eyes narrowing through his pretty long eyelashes. You would give anything and everything for him to kiss you right then and there. Plant his delicious soft lips straight onto yours and eat you up. You’re unsure what you are to Taehyung, and it feels weird seeing him in a different setting other than Black Ravens… but it doesn’t take him much persuasion to get what he wants.

Because simply… it is the same thing you want as well. Whether you like to admit it or not.

You nod your head softly while your hand pushes your door open wider. He allows you the opportunity to walk into your apartment, giving you three steps into the hall before he clears his throat. Turning on your foot, you notice he’s still at the door frame – unable to step through.

“You need to invite me,” he raises his eyebrows.

You scrunch yours in return, unable to process why you need to say it. You thought your body language already let him know he’s accepted to come inside.

“Why?”

“It’s a weird thing with vampires. We need to be invited in when a house is privately owned by a human. And seeing as you are a tenant, you technically are signed onto a portion of this house. Making you a partial owner.”

Taehyung leans against the doorframe with his hands as he speaks with you. The gloomy darkness of the weather trickles around him, giving his aura a more sinful look. His soft curls in his hair begin to lose their volume as rain soaks up portions of his locks. But you do not miss the flash of red that beats in his eyes under the blanket of his bangs.

You should be scared; that’s what all the world tells you when it comes to vampires. A selfish, devious, and vicious creature of the night. They take what they want, live how they wish. If they really wanted to, you’re positive they could corrupt the entire planet with their virus.

But when you stare back at Taehyung with a pounding beat to your heart, your fear is nothing but full of excitement. The dread of knowing and not knowing what comes next with him electrifies you. How somehow, in some way, this nightly beast has already tainted you.

Staring back, you swallow thickly before your mouth opens up with an open invitation.

“Please come inside.”

Within a blink of an eye, Taehyung moves himself in front of you, dropping your bag of belongings with a thud. His arms envelop your body as one of his hands snake along the back of your neck. The tips of his fingers graze over your scalp softly, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Taehyung smiles to himself as he presses your body against his, ripping the breath right from your lungs with a salivary kiss.

He comes with such force that it nearly knocks you off of your feet, but Taehyung is there to hold you. His wicked tongue presses through the seam of your lips and past your teeth, tasting you as much as he can as his body backs you up deeper into your apartment. It’s small, comfortable and affordable for one living person to stay in. So it doesn’t take very long for Taehyung to figure out the placement of your bedroom the second his eyes scan over the living room that sits only a two-seat couch and entertainment center with a television propped on it. One lone entryway shows signs of counter space and a fridge whereas the single door adjacent to there remains cracked open.

Taehyung’s hands touch and grope along your body, squeezing at the necessary areas like your curves and thighs. You match the pace of his tongue with your own, devouring the taste of him as your feet stumble the more he pushes you through your living space.

“Ignore my apartment,” you meekly speak between breaths.

It’s slightly a mess and there is no way in hell you are expecting company this early in the morning.

“I’m not focusing on your apartment,” he bites – literally – as his teeth nip at your bottom lip.

Taehyung’s fingers toy with the hem of the tee shirt, raising it higher up to expose your bottom half. He places his palm along the side of your hip, nails scratching over your skin as he continues to escort you into your room.

“Tae –”

“– Mmf,” he mumbles as his lips press against the corner of your mouth.

Even in the darkness of your room, Taehyung expertly maneuvers the two of you around as if he’s been here before. Knowing the exact places to step and weave your bodies around until he’s able to support you onto your bed.

“Tae, wait!” You chirp the moment your thighs hit your mattress.

You sit down while Taehyung’s face follows, placing fluttering kisses along your jawline and pressing into the side of your neck. It sparks heat to your body, a sensitive spot you naturally go weak at. He shrugs off his jacket, tossing the expensive material to the side as if it isn’t worth anything to him.

“Let me have you,” he persuades with each tangible kiss of his lips. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?”

Your heart flutters as your mind fogs with ideas of pleasure and pain. Even in the short amount of time, you feel drunk on the idea of Taehyung bedding you once again. The idea of him being in your bed and not some rented out room feels more intimate.

More special.

“I just,” you stutter as you feel Taehyung’s teeth grind over your sensitive skin. His breath heats you up as it fans out of his mouth. “Usually, I’m more prepared for something like this.”

“Your body says otherwise,” he mocks lightly.

“No, not like that. I mean, this morning I was just so tired. I wasn’t… I didn’t pay attention,” you mumble to yourself more than to Taehyung. Creeping anxiety builds in your chest the more you ponder about your appearance.

“Kitten, are you scared about this?” Taehyung smirks against your neck when his hand forces your legs open enough to cup your pussy. His palm pressing firmly against it, the moistened arousal leaks gleefully onto him as he slowly rubs his entire hand up and down.

It’s abrasive, yet you love it. Your mouth drops open with a gasp, hands baring you upright as they shoot out to stop your body from falling backwards onto your bed. You shiver with the contact, breath hitched in your throat as warmth takes over your entire body.

“This will never bother me, kitten. Your sweet pussy will always be delicious regardless of how maintained you are here. But I am flattered with the thought of you wanting to please me,” he says truthfully.

Taehyung gathers your hands in his, linking them across another as his fingers grip your wrists tightly. He pulls out a small scarf from the pocket of his pants, placing the blue silk fabric over your skin.

“Hold still,” he speaks calmly.

He binds your wrists together, snuggly. It’s comfortable, but tight enough to keep you locked in. Unable to break free from the constraints.

Taehyung hoists your body up with him, ushering you completely to lay normally on your mattress. He eyes the small bars of your headboard with a grin plastered on his face.

He guides your hands above your head, “Hold it,” he commands.

Your hands grip a single metal bar, linking your fingers to keep hold of yourself. It feels like a usual practice between you and Taehyung. There isn’t a time you don’t remember when Taehyung hasn’t tied your limbs up before indulging himself on your body. Limiting your access to him even though he’s inches away from you. Frankly, you never thought too much into it – assuming he has a strong kink for bondage. You have no complaints because you’re guilty of experiencing some of your own while entwining your body with his.

You breathe deeply, chest rising and falling as you stare over Taehyung who kneels near the end of your bed. He edges closer to you, crawling his way up the length of your body as he drinks you in. Dim lighting and musical rain drops cascade on the windows as the air in your room thickens.

“I’m going to try something new,” he begins as his fingers skim up the side of your body. “I need you to trust me,” Taehyung coaxes with his baritone tune.

The moment you see Taehyung shift towards your bedside table, you begin to panic.

“Go easy on me,” you beg.

Taehyung quirks an eyebrow toward you, amusement evident in his features. He continues to grab hold of a small candle that sits comfortably on your table, dust collected on the top of it showing that you’ve hardly used the poor thing.

“Hm,” he fake ponders to himself. “Why? Was the last time too much for you?”

Taehyung lights the candle with a match set laying beside it, giving a warm comfortable glow to a small portion of your room. He laughs to himself, but assures you with a kind gesture of cuffing your cheek that he’ll be kinder to you.

“I’m only teasing,” he comments. Taehyung lowers himself level with you; his body slots itself between your thighs as he holds himself over your chest. Slowly, he lowers his face to meet yours; his eyes grow to a warm red. “I know what your body can handle. If I see you in any way uncomfortable, I’ll stop myself. I won’t push you like I did the other night.”

“I’m just sore,” you bite back a smile. “Even after the shower and after having some of your… When you gave me a bit of your blood.”

Taehyung hums in acknowledgement. “It was only a very small bit, if I had given you more then you’d probably be suited for a different type of night,” he winks, “But don’t worry, kitten, I’ll take good care of you if you let me have you.”

You nod your head as you swallow heavily. Instinctively, you grip the bar in your grasp tighter. Slowly, Taehyung connects his lips to yours once again. This time it’s softer, tentative. He feels like a cloud of smoke infiltrating your nostrils. Inflaming your lungs and airways all throughout your body.

As if you breathe him in as another source of life. Where oxygen cannot even compete.

“Can I hear you say it?”

You chase his mouth as he pulls away to look down at you. Your eyes are drawn to the sharp teeth that stand out in his mouth, how they protrude eagerly. Ready to draw blood.

“You can have me… On one condition,” you speak up.

“Oh?” Taehyung smiles. His palm drags from your thigh up to your lower stomach, moving your shirt up along your body. “You’re not really in a position to negotiate with me,” he smirks.

“You said we’d talk about what you meant by ‘adjusting’.”

“And you want to talk about that now?”

“Well,” you blink up at him, “We haven’t had the chance to yet.”

Taehyung sighs as his hand rests on your stomach, circling small traces into your skin with his fingertips. His eyes grow redder, more hungrier, the longer you hold him back.

“Kitten, I’m not sure you understand the severity of this situation. I don’t expect you to know. I can’t afford to lose you now that I finally have you,” he says while analyzing your face. “But for clarity, I need you to know that everything you see right now – your bed, this room, your apartment… You don’t need anymore if you just let me take care of you.”

Taehyung’s hand eventually slides up to cuff one of your breasts, drawing your clouded mind out from the worries that dwell in the deepest corners of your brain. He squeezes it firmly, earning a soft hum from you.

To seduce you further into the realms of sin, he raises the material of your shirt completely above your chest so he can begin placing soft and tender kisses to your cleavage. His mouth engulfs your flesh wherever it lands, sucking in pieces of your skin as his tongue slides around.

He latches himself on one of your nipples, biting the bud with his front teeth. Taehyung repeats his actions to your other boob, making sure to give the same loving treatment.

“You’re mine,” he states smoothly. “I’ll take care of everything for you. Treat you just how you need to be treated,” – he kisses your sternum – “I want you to be with me. But I won’t expect this to happen so soon,” – he kisses lower, down towards your stomach – “I’ll take my time with you.”

“Tae,” you breathe in with a gasp. His lips travel even more lower, tickling your stomach with promises of him moving down toward the apex of your thighs.

He looks up at the call of his name, his stunning red eyes shining in the low glow of the candle’s light. How do they do that? You’re not sure. But they reflect like a beautiful moonlight, tainted in a devious red. Taehyung’s tongue reaches out of his mouth to lick your stomach, swiping a long line of saliva across your skin.

Taehyung does nothing but entices you. Tempts you to crack under his ministrations like a good girl he knows you are. You’ve done it so many times already, it’s no surprise when you finally cave in.

Before Taehyung can descend down between your thighs, he leans back up to give you one last parting kiss.

His voice shakes your core when he speaks next. His control over you stimulates such a thrill in your entire being that you’re wiggling with anticipation while waiting for him to ravage you.

“I want you to forget your surroundings and only think of me,” his hands continue to pull the fabric of your shirt higher.

Taehyung continues to slide the length up your arms, nearly flipping the material inside-out – but it’s enough to cover your face entirely. Blocking your sight from seeing anything as it shields you. Your chest rises and falls with early signs of labored breath as the material creates a cone around your (thankfully your arms help keep it loose and not tight) around your head.

“Kitten, I want you to only focus on me. My touch, my voice, my smell,” he lists one right after another with the perfect level of desire.

“– Feel me.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, feeling the heat of your breath envelop your narrow space.

Keeping your eyes open or shut has no difference when you can’t see anything around you. You’re forced to use your other senses as if you’re in survival mode. Every other one heightens their abilities to accommodate the restricted one.

You feel Taehyung’s head move as his body shifts to lay flatter against you. His hands touch you tenderly, but possessively. Making sure that every inch of your undamaged skin gets the attention it deserves.

The chill of his cool fingers almost tickle you with how soft they are when they map their way around your body. Drawing lines and circles as if he’s sketching out his game plan. Rising goosebumps to your skin and hardening your nipples once he slithers his way towards your belly button.

Taehyung smiles to himself, watching the way your body reacts to his minuscule touches. His body slots nicely between your legs, spreading them and leaving your core open for his hand to slide down between you two. He teases the idea of touching you between your lips, using his fingertips to run around your lower region. But he doesn’t dive deeper for you, even when you voluntarily open your legs wider to give him the hint.

“You’re being so good right now,” he comments with a low chuckle. It makes you mewl on the inside, chest tightening at the small praise. Taehyung’s two fingers dip low enough to spread open your lower lips, exposing your pussy to his view. It’s leaking slightly with a shiny sheen of arousal.

“You smell so good right now too.”

Your breath hitches when you feel Taehyung grip your clit between his two fingers. It’s soft, but jolts your body nonetheless. Your hips jerk towards him, body rising as you twitch in your place.

“Shit,” you curse between your teeth.

“Easy,” he warns as he releases your clit, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, kitten.”

Taehyung leans down as he laughs, lips kissing across the skin of your torso. Your arms twitch, something in you wanting to immediately wrap your arms around him but you know better not to. So you tighten your grip on your headboard’s bar, your nails threatening your skin to forewarn you to stay sane.

To stay alert.

Suddenly, you feel a hot sensation touch your chest. It stings and lingers there in a sparking burn. You twist your body, but Taehyung pins you down.

Another hot feeling hits your skin again, this time between your breasts, and you groan at the impact. You gasp as it trickles down towards your navel, cursing Taehyung’s name as you squirm.

“What is that?” You question through parted lips. Your breath creates a thick air under your shirt, making it harder to breathe comfortably. “Tae?”

“Just pouring some candle wax,” he announces as he drips some more across your left nipple.

You cough at the prickling pain, body begging to be soothed by a cool touch. When the candle wax hardens after it chills, it sticks to your skin as if it belongs there.

Taehyung’s thumb runs across your skin to pluck the dried wax off of you, only to repeat dripping some more in the same areas.

“How does it feel, kitten?” He questions curiously. Taehyung places the candle back down on the table beside the bed, “Do you like it better than my mouth?”

“It’s nice,” you admit as you breathe heavier. Your body feels like it’s under the summer’s sun at its highest point in the sky, melting in the heat of its raging light.

“It’s different,” you add.

Taehyung’s lips skim over your skin, outline the edges of your body as he creeps closer to your neck. His free hand runs over the curves of your side while the other makes its way back down to the junction of your thighs.

You swallow thickly when you feel Taehyung’s head press against your shoulder and neck, inserting himself so he can breathe against the material that separates the two of you.

“And my mouth?” He repeats with a hint of annoyance.

His fingers slide further down, finding the dip of your pussy to swivel his fingertips across the entrance into your vagina. He teases and torments you with the possibility of plunging them straight into your core, but he’s waiting for your response.

“I love your mouth,” you sigh.

Your pussy clenches around nothing yet, just greedy to gain pleasure. Taehyung hums his acknowledgement, smirking into your skin as he applies further pressure with his fingers.

He groans softly while he lays his head against your chest, listening to your rapid beating heart. You’re worked up, being winded tight like a gear cranking to its last knot.

“You better,” he purrs as he finally dips his two fingers into your pussy, “Because you’re making me quite thirsty.”

A moan escapes your mouth when you feel his digits vanish inside of you, touching you against your wet velvet walls. They glide effortlessly, sinking straight to the knuckles before pressing up.

“Fuck,” you slur like an person intoxicated. You haven’t had a lick of alcohol yet you feel the dizzy spins as if you had. It’s just your body trying to comprehend reality.

Taehyung turns his head, shoving his face against your chest to find one of your tits. He mouths the mound, flicking his tongue around your nipple while simultaneously thrusting his digits into you. He pumps slowly, gathering your dripping juice around the base of his fingers while wetting your breast to tease your body.

You moan with pleasure. Trying to battle your inner needs of wanting to move. Needing to follow his guide whichever way he desires to have you. Taehyung sucks in your nipple, twisting it lightly with his teeth and taunting the idea of his fangs piercing you. You keel over, even when pinned down, at the contact. Your shirt becomes like a hot-box of heat; your face tingles with nerves and light traces of sweat. You feel Taehyung as much as he truly wants you to. Exactly how he expects you to.

His palm slides hard into your cunt, knocking your body with the force and waking up your neglected clit. You choke out a moan of pleasure and huff a laugh at yourself.

“Can I taste you?” He smiles against your skin. You know what he’s requesting, and you gladly want to give it to him. “Right here?” He emphasizes with a kiss on the thicker side of your breast.

He also persuades you with the slow rubbing of his fingers pressing into your vaginal canal. It’s enticing, beckoning you to surrender to him.

“Please,” you chuckle. You toss your head to the side, hoping to find an airway that gives you fresher air. “Please bite me.”

Upon request, he takes no chances in wasting time. His teeth sink delicately into your flesh, poking open two puncture wounds to access your warm blood. He groans when the flavor touches his tongue, nearly animalistic at first. Though Taehyung controls that beastly side of him, never losing his focus on getting what he wants all the while he pleasures you to the extreme.

You’d be lying if you said his noises of indulging in your blood scares you. In some way, it fuels your mind that you’re desirable and tasty. At least, it confirms that he’s relying on you at this very moment. That you are needed and wanted.

And knowing this, you smile with the pain. Smirking as creases in your forehead form with anguish from the throbbing wound surrounded by Taehyung’s mouth. He pushes his fingers further in you, using his palm to roll flat against your clit as he sucks in your bleeding blood.

He can hear the way your breath begins to pick up and he likes it. Taehyung continues to bite into another section of your tit without notice, dragging out more blood from you.

“Delicious,” he comments while his tongue laps up a small trail of blood that escapes.

The obvious sucking of your skin slowly bruises from his lavishing lips. But he pulls away momentarily to admire the small grotesque scene.

Your hips roll into the pace of his fingers, cunt clutching with a vise grip. You can feel a coil deep inside of you twisting tighter the more he fingers you. The bed below you shifts as you feel Taehyung move his body to lay between your legs. His lips kiss your hips before descending closer to your pussy as he keeps his fingers lodged in you.

“Is this what you want too?” His voice comes out gravelly as he draws attention to your engorged clit. Blowing softly against it.

You pinch your legs together as much as you can given the fact Taehyung is placed between them. A small whine, very low, comes out of your nose. How your pussy practically sucks his fingers in further, he doesn’t need to hear the words of affirmation to know how badly your body wants him.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want it!”

“You want my mouth here?” He asks, annoying you and leading you on at the same time with his teasing.

Taehyung continues to move his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, but the tiny contact of the tip of his tongue touching your clit for a second – and only one second – has you rolling up into him with fever.

“Yes!” You peep up louder, voice gruff as you practically pant under the fabric of your shirt.

You thrash your head around, trying your damn hardest to obey his silent no touching rule. You huff when you begin to feel his lips on your inner thigh, away from the place you really want him.

“Tae, please put your mouth on me,” you whisper as you jerk your hips towards him.

He giggles to himself when his mouth hovers over the soft flesh of your thigh, using his hand to prop your leg up. You feel the cool lick of his tongue as he tastes your skin again, running his lips over the area as he prepares for his meal.

“Oh, I will,” he says with a smile.

With that, he takes a bite into your thigh. It’s not as rough as the last time, but still, it stings the same. The more you struggle, releasing a sharp yelp from your mouth, the worse the pain becomes. It not only shocks you, but you find yourself immediately shooting your tied hands down towards the area of the prickling burn. Your shirt moves with you, releasing your face into the fresh air of your room and granting you the chance to breathe freely. Your body thrusts up; a call to Taehyung has your eyes watering for a split second until you see the sharp daggers of his blunt red eyes looking up from where he’s latched onto you.

Your hands are centimeters away from his head before you stop yourself from nearly touching him. He startles you with a single look, daring you to defy his command.

Slowly, he releases his mouth from your thigh and his eyes never leave yours. He doesn’t even bother to blink when he withdraws his fingers from you as well. Though you stay there, sitting up in your spot on the bed as Taehyung takes his leisure time to level his head with yours. You feel small pieces of your hair sticking to the sides of your face and back of your neck, but from the way the vampire glares at you – you are sure the rest of the hair on your body sticks straight up.

Blood dribbles down the corner of his parted mouth as Taehyung leans closer to you. If it were any other time you would be admiring the way his luscious black locks have been pushed back from his forehead, exposing his full beauty even in the dimly lit room. But for now you feel like a prey being stalked by its apex predator – cornered with nowhere left to run.

Frozen in place, you muster the courage to blurt out a cracked, “I-I’m sorry!”

Taehyung cups your jaw abruptly, forcing your mouth open with how he places his fingers. The two digits he put inside of your pussy now presses past your teeth and down on your tongue. Forcing you to taste your own flavor.

“I know you are, kitten,” he expresses with a cracked smile. “You just want so much right now, don’t you? But,” Taehyung uses his hold on your head to lean you back down to the pillows, “You’re not allowed to.”

You nod your head as you understand his words. He’s right after all. You practically want everything when it comes to him, don’t you? With the record list between the two of you, it's always Taehyung who has ultimate control.

“Now,” – he grabs your bounded hands once again and lifts them above your head – “I will litter your skin with my bite if you even think about breaking my rule. I will not clean you up. I will not heal you like I did earlier. You’ll be left looking like a mutilated mess. Do you understand me?”

Fucking Hell… You do! You completely and entirely understand him. And you most certainly believe every word spoken.

Why is it that he can say such things and place such control over you and get away with it all? While not one other person in your life can make you break like this… Or make you feel so down and dirty?

“Yes,” you manage to speak with two fingers pressing onto your tongue, “I won’t do it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, removing his fingers from your mouth. “You know when you behave, I give you more.”

“And I like that…” you confess, heat rising to your cheeks.

Taehyung lifts your leg by the underside of your knee to hook around his shoulder. He grins from ear to ear with how you own up to enjoying his treatments. His eyes peer down to the leaking blood from his bite mark, watching how it smears against anything it touches.

“You’ve sedated me for now, my little kitten, but I’ll be coming back for more. That is a promise,” he whispers in his low baritone voice.

He freely removes the button from his pants before sliding his bottoms down enough to release himself. His cock hangs from his body, proud and erect. The length alone can tell anyone that it’s a heavy appendage. His free hand wraps around the base to begin stroking himself as he looks over your naked body. You’re so far beyond distracted that you don’t notice how he stares at you watching him touch himself. Lost in the appreciation of how he touches himself with you in his mind.

You mentally prepare yourself for having his cock impale you. Clenching erratically the more you ponder the way his dick will stretch your pussy open.

“Do you want this?” He quips up the question with a smug smile.

The more he pumps himself, squeezing tightly at the head of his dick, the more his breath begins to match yours. He leans himself closer, bending your leg with his advance toward you. His cock inches away from your cunt makes you wring your hands together.

“Fuck, yes! Yes I do,” you express with passion.

Taehyung slaps the underside of his cock against your spread pussy, tapping it in a taunting manner. He even pushes it roughly against you, mushing his hardened dick on top of your clit and rubbing himself against you.

Your body is so desperate that you’re arching your back and hips to accommodate the angles you need to try and get Taehyung to slip right into your entrance. A poor attempt at getting what you want, even though you’ve clearly stated the obvious.

“Taehyung, please!” you nearly yell at him.

Who cares about your neighbors? Who cares what time it is right now? All you care about is having Taehyung fulfill your carnal desires by plugging you up with his lengthy cock.

A harsh slap hits your asscheek. You whine at the contact while Taehyung groans.

“So eager,” he comments as he angles his cockhead against your entrance. “What happened to being my good girl?” he snorts. “I’ll leave you high and dry. I can make sure you won't finish yourself off either. Is that what you want?”

“No!” you drone. Tossing your head to the side, you purposely expose more of your neck toward him. “I’m just so ready to go – to cum. You can do anything, just please let me cum.”

Taehyung leans down enough to meet your face, his lips brushing against your cheek as he stretches your leg. You can feel the tension of his cock resting right at your hole, hardly enough to break open your wall and slide itself inside. But he gives it to you, just how you want it.

With one tiny push of his hips, Taehyung enters you. Stretching your elastic walls open and diving into your wetness.

“So generous,” he judges. His mouth kisses down your jawline and meets the column of your neck. Blood rushes through your vein that protrudes out enough for him to kiss. “Offering me your neck so freely?” Your heart skips a beat thinking he’ll take the bait and sink his fangs into you, but Taehyung does no such thing. Instead, he softly kisses you right above your pulsepoint. Sucking your skin in a delicate caress as his cock plunges to the hilt.

He fills you up so nicely, so fully. Sometimes it even feels like it’s too much – although right now it feels just right. He feels incredibly right.

You gasp out loud, even stutter a moan as you adjust to his cock. Your nails dig into your palms with the tension built up inside of you. With one single thrust, Taehyung already has your body feeling like it’s levitating. Primed to lift itself all the way to rapturous pleasure.

“Fuck –” you curse with a cloudy brain, “– you feel so good.”

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums as he drags his cock out of you. He waits a moment before sliding himself back in – in one easy stride for his hips to slap into you.

You tighten each and every time he does. Pacing himself to his own beat as his mouth caresses the side of your neck. You’re forced to tense your body with anticipation. Strained like how your vocal cords were the other night when he showed you no mercy.

There’s a particular thrust that has your body jerking toward Taehyung to meet his cock. Whether it be the angle he adjusted himself with or your body finally calling the shots on its own behalf, you’re unsure.

But you do feel the knot building deep inside your abdomen winding itself tighter and tighter. Hardening the longer and harder Taehyung pushes himself up in you, seconds from combusting.

“Do you feel me?” Taehyung quizzes.

His question feels completely stupid… of course you can feel him. How could you possibly not at a time like this?

Taehyung’s hand snakes up to touch your tit, squeezing the round of it and swiping away the trickling bloodspill.

“Yeah, I do…” you groan.

“Good.”

Taehyung leans himself up to get a better look at your body once again. His knees hold his body upright as your leg dangles over his shoulder while the other rests open toward the other side of his body. He grips one hand around your thigh as the other hovers over your lower abdomen. He slants his palm so that his thumb can reach your clit while the rest of his hand can push down against you.

He’s slow and sensual about it while applying pressure to make it feel tighter for you. You dare to peek over at how he looks hovering above you. The candle’s flame does nothing but illuminate his beautiful features in a sexy light. His mouth hangs open as he breathes out short breaths while his hips swing into you naturally.

You can feel yourself losing your vision the closer you’re pushed to the edge of your release. With all the help Taehyung gives you, there are no complications to reaching that divine orgasm.

“I’m gonna – I’m gonna!” you warn with every last bit of rationality inside of you.

Your nails scratch hard into your clenching fists as you’re hit with a wave of tingly delight. Thumping sensations blast through your nerves while heat floods your entire body. You tighten your body as it tries to figure out how to correspond to the sensations, wriggling in your spot as Taehyung holds you firm.

Taehyung’s name leaves your lips in a moan as your body shakes. You sweat and pant while he fucks you through your orgasm, smiling down at your writhing body while he continues to impale you with his cock.

“It’s so lovely to see you enjoying yourself,” he praises. But even he is holding himself back on indulging himself further and from tearing another orgasm out of you. He'll do one right after another if your body will allow it, but he knows you're in no shape for that. Taehyung can feel how you feel.

He slows his strokes as he witnesses streaks of cum dress his thick shaft. Taehyung pulls out only halfway for his palm to wrap around his base to stroke himself.

“W-Why’d you stop?” You turn to look at him with concern.

“You’re tight against me,” he comments as he slightly nudges his cock into you again. “If I pry you open again, it’ll hurt.”

“I can handle it!” You retort. “It’s ok, we’ve done it before!”

Taehyung huffs as his hand continues to jerk the rest of his cock. He stares into your eyes when he recites the word ‘no’ to you. You can feel how his fist smacks lightly into your cunt as he flicks his wrist along his shaft.

“Next time,” he declares in a low tone. You can sense that he’s drawing near to his own climax from the pace of his tugs. “But for right now just lay here and look pretty for me.”

It doesn’t take much longer for Taehyung’s breath to catch up to speed. For his orgasm to roll into him and his semen to spill inside and over your cunt as he pulls out. His short-winded noises breeze into the air around you as he presses his cockhead against his cum, rubbing it messily around the folds of your pussy.

Your pet name drips softly out of his parted lips with a deep groan. Taehyung stares down at the junction of your thighs, admiring the lewd painting he’s created with the mess of you two.

A hand cradles your face while the other begins to untie the scarf around your wrists. He softly strokes your cheek with his thumb, basking in the warmth of your body.

“Do you have anything you can eat in your kitchen? Any natural juices? I’ll grab some while I look around for something to clean you up with.”

The sun begins to beam just a tad through the blinds in your room. The cloudy sky keeps most of the rays at bay, but it serves as a reminder to Taehyung that he must find coverage away from the scorching light when it decides to shine.

“I don’t have much, I usually purchase things from the local convenience store down the road.”

You watch as Taehyung redresses himself as he shuffles around your room. He analyzes his surroundings, peeks at some of your looming decorations and unkept closet and dresser. While he makes himself presentable once again, all you can manage is swiftly pulling the oversized shirt back down your body and ignoring the slippery mess that’s mushed between your thighs.

“Stay,” he orders. His finger points to you.

“Tae, I’m fine. I can walk,” you reassure as you lean up, letting your legs hang off the edge of the bed.

Globs of cum spread more between your thighs the more you move around. But your independence is a hard trait to shake down when you’re used to doing most things on your own.

The second you push up and off the mattress, a swift hand lands on your shoulder to hold you down. Firmly, Taehyung holds you in your sitting position, eyes which turn back to their normal state drills his demand into yours.

“Just… stay. I’ll be back in two seconds.”

Frustration fuels you momentarily. Within a flash, you witness how Taehyung’s body nearly vanishes with unimaginable speed. Your bedroom door swings with the wind once he returns.

A small cup filled with cool water, topped with two ice cubes, is presented before you. One small towel from your bathroom sink is clutched in his other hand. With a pointed look, you take the generous liquid from him as he maneuvers his body closer to you.

“Sip on that for now,” he requests. “And spread your legs so I can clean you up.”

Taehyung is already pushing your thighs apart before you can reject him. Cloth delicately running over your skin and whipping up what remains he’s left on you. The sensitivity that runs through your lower region makes you wince slightly from the pressure of his hand. You tip the glass to your lips, taking a few sips of icy water to cool you down.

It’s weird. Having someone do nearly everything for you. It almost makes you feel useless or unskilled. But that’s the stubborn mindset you’ve gained within your years of growth; adjusting to your world and what experiences you had to endure. The individuality of yourself is what makes you feel important; you never really enjoyed depending on others as guilt washed over you. So you learned to take care of yourself – for the most part. Figuring out life how most try to do, and keep trying to do.

But as you stare at the way Taehyung, a man you are slowly getting to know – someone who is completely willing to sweep you off your feet and treat you like you’re untouchable to everyone but him, takes care of you… You begin to feel the slightest of ease when you allow him to take control. Not allowing you to lift a single finger.

“All clean,” Taehyung comments with his soothing voice. He inspects the wound on your thigh, tracing the outline of his bite with his forefinger. “I hope you don’t mind me leaving these here. It’ll be a nice reminder for you.”

You feel heat prick at your cheeks from his statement. A flush of embarrassment creeping out from within.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you murmur under your breath.

He cracks a smile at that, surely pleased with himself. Taehyung gently tosses the used towel towards a pile of laundry you’ve yet to wash while returning his attention back toward you.

“I want to give you something,” he begins. His hand slips through a pocket in his jacket to pull out his wallet. He flips through the folds until his fingers land on a plastic card, yanking it out and handing it over to you. “Take this and treat yourself while I’m gone. Whatever you want or need.”

You stare at the credit card with a dumbfounded look to your face. With a quick shake of your head, you automatically decline the offer.

“I don’t need that,” you state.

As your hand pushes him away, somehow, Taehyung fiddles his fingers with yours. Managing to slip the card from his grasp and into yours. He squeezes your palm around the thin card, not taking rejection for an answer.

“Keep it, you need to get yourself some proper groceries. Unless you want me to send over a servant to do it for you. Your choice.”

“... This doesn’t feel much like a choice.”

Taehyung huffs a laugh, patting your head with amusement. His smile could light up the night sky when he’s like this; getting his way that is.

“Tae, I really can’t take this –”

“– Kitten, I want you to have this,” he reasons. His hand slides down the side of your face and cups your jaw. “I won’t be around for the next few days. But consider this as a part of your ‘adjusting’. Get used to me wanting to pamper you and please, let me take care of you.”

You blink up into Taehyung’s eyes that flicker in the dim candle light left on your bedside table. The softening sun rays glow in your room as light rain trickles against the windows. Taehyung looks not only handsome but he also looks more real. Especially when the shadows on his face somehow add warmth to his complexion and his beautiful eyes soften with genuinity.

There’s a feeling in your heart that strains against giving in to such a proposal. Even though the idea of having everything done for you sounds pleasing, wouldn’t it become boring to have no reason? To not do something on your own? Would the constant displays of service become not enough and unsatisfying for you in the end?

Any normal person would say this is something too good to be true. To take up on the offer. But there is something blocking you from fully accepting Taehyung.

You’re not ready yet.

Taehyung sighs out of his nostrils when you remain mute. He straightens his posture and retracts his hand from your jawline.

“It’s there if you need it,” he references to the card still in your hand. “I placed my contact information in your phone also.” Taehyung turns to leave your room, talking over his shoulder to you as he departs.

Something pulls against your heart as you see his back fade further away from you.

“Wait!” You frantically stand up. You take nearly three steps until you run into the back of Taehyung who freezes in his spot, twisting his head to look down at you. Your fist manages to grab a hold of the sleeve to his jacket, alerting him with a quick tug. “I’m sorry!” – you begin with uncertainty in your voice – “I just… I just don’t know what’s happening. What could happen. I don’t know what this all means or what will come of this.”

“Kitten,” Taehyung quietly speaks. “I’ve already told you. I’ll give you whatever you want. I can see you need to process it more and I won’t rush you. Sadly, I must head out. The day isn’t a vampire’s friend. But do know, little kitten,” he takes a finger and dances it along the length of your arm and down towards your wrist. Taehyung lifts the back of your hand to his mouth, placing an everlasting kiss to your skin. “You’re already mine.”

Moodboard inspiration and credits fully to @caelesjjk

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