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im so obsessed with the hills by the weeknd (the ending of it), and this song give me dark vibe and make me feel things. do you take request? can u write a oneshot (or series) taehyung or jungkook x reader with this kind of dark romance vibes đđťđđť.
(if u okay with it ofc not forcing tho)
Taehyung or Jungkook? Why not both? That song of the weeknd it's so hot btw.

â Hills have eyes
Synopsys: You were in a situantionship with underground biker racer Jungkook and racer car Taehyung, the inseparable duo of childhood best friends that shares everything, including you. But that doesn't mean they'll share you with other people, you were their property, and they'll teach you who you belong to.
Taekook x f. reader
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Genre: Underground racing | yander-ish.
Tags: situantionship, polyamory, possessive and obsessive behavior, at first everything is sweet but they'll turn psycho in a switch, illegal racing, dark Taehyung and Jungkook, they chase you (literally), captivity, dubious consent, oral sex, smut.

You bite your bottom lip anxious and eager for Jungkook to win, your eyes were fixated on him, watching his motorbike speeding and passing the others, reaching the final goal of the race and making the crowd of people burst in cheers and claps. Your eyes widened with surprise at his achievement, even though you knew he was good at racing, it still surprised you how he always wins every race.
You chuckle and roll your eyes already imagining his shit-eating grin behind his black helmet. People were surrounding him to congratulate him, bursting his already big ego.
Even if you couldnât see his eyes, you felt his gaze finding you in the crowd, making your heart beat increase. He wasnât supposed to know that you were coming to his race, it was a surprised, but his eyes always found you in every place like a magnet to a steel. You smiled at him waving your hand from afar and he started his motorbike to drive towards you.
You couldnât help but stare a little at his tattooed and buff arms driving the motorbike, he was all dressed in black. You blushed, feeling his piercing stare through the dark helmet.
âWhat do we have here? The preppy girl in an underground race, by her own will? Iâm surprised,â he teased, crossing his sweaty arms and supporting his and the motorbikeâs weight on one foot.
His head lowered a little and then flicked back up, and even if the helmet hides his face, you could feel that he was checking you out. You loved his attention, feeding on it. You dolled up just for him and for Tae too. But you canât let them know that or their egos will burst the whole city.
âMmh, a little bird told me that youâd be racing here, so I thought you might need some comfort in case you lose,â you bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning.
âBut I win, didnât I?â He hummed with amusement.
âSurprisingly, yes,â you kept teasing him.
âThen whereâs my reward? I deserved one,â his voice dropped an octave, making you feel flustered. You werenât used at his straightforward attitude.
âYes you do, maybe a kiss? On the cheek of course,â you chuckled at his groan. He took off his helmet making you blush at his sweaty pretty face.
âFine,â he sighed dramatically, âwhatâ you doing standing there? Come here I want my kiss,â he pointed to his cheek, making you giggle.
You walked closer to him, standing inches from his face. His raven hair was dropping with sweat, and his piercings glinted in the darkness of the night. You felt a little bit nervous being this close to him, but you ignored the feeling, brushing your lips on his cheek and kissing the skin softly and teasingly. When you move your face away, he pulled you closer by your waist, gripping your jaw to crash his lips roughly against yours. You melted into the kiss, letting him eat your mouth like a starved dog. You licked playfully his piercings making him tighten his grip on your waist. You felt him inhale sharp when you started to kiss slowly his jaw, but he stopped you before you get to his neck.
âIf you donât stop right now, Iâll fuck you right here in front of everyone,â he muttered lowly, pulling you away softly by your nape. You blushed imagining what he said and he noticed it, grinning like a wolf, âbut youâd like that, wouldnât you?â he mouthed near your ear, kissing the skin below it, making you giggle.
âI want to see Tae,â you changed the subject, moving away from him.
Jungkook groaned rolling his eyes, making you laugh. He wasnât jealous of Tae, at first you even thought that the two of them were dating, but no, they were just really close. It wasnât serious between the three of you, and you loved their attention and how they acted like you were the center of their world.
âBut why, I want more time with you alone before he steals all of your attention,â he gave you that puppy look with those doe eyes that always melts your heart, but this time it wonât work.
âDonât be greedy, I heard he was racing too, we should go to support him.â
âIâm sure he already lost.â
You laughed hard, making him smile back with a glint of adoration in his eyes. Sometimes they stared at you too intensely and too intimately for your like, sometimes they didnât act like friends with benefits at all. But it wasnât serious between you and them, so you shouldnât read deep into their stares.
âGet on then,â Jungkook said defeat, putting his helmet on again. You chuckled riding the motorbike behind him. He gave you a pink and smaller helmet that he bought just for you. And as always, he put your arms around his waist before starting the motorbike.
Your heart raced due to the high speed of the motorbike, making you feel light as a feather, feeling the breeze crashing your skin and moving wildly your hair. You watched how Jungkook overtook every car as if he was driving at the speed of light. You felt the adrenaline rushing to your veins, the risk of dying and crashing buzzed behind your ear, but instead of fearing the feeling, you enjoyed it, tightening your grip around Jungkookâs waist, clinging to him as if he was your lifesaver instead of the one pushing you into the danger. But you loved the thrill of it.
He stopped in a parking lot with cars and a big crowd of people, this place was on the outskirts of the city meaning that it was the perfect spot for illegal racing. Taehyung and Jungkook prohibit you from coming to this place alone because it was too dangerous for you, since you like to give them surprise visits. At first you didnât take them seriously, almost laughing at their audacity of ordering you around as if you were a child, but Taehyungâs heavy and dark eyes shut your mouth up. He can be pretty intimidating when heâs not showing his charming boxy smile.
Speaking of the devil, Taehyungâs car came into view, with people cheering around him. You smirked mischievous, wanting to tease Jungkook.
âSee? he always wins too,â you hummed, chuckling when Jungkook groaned for the fifth time tonight.
âYeah, by sheer luck,â he scoffed, making you laugh.
Your breath stopped when you watched Taehyung getting off of his sport car, wearing an old leather jacket with his long hair slicked back, he looked so handsome that it was painful to see. His piercing eyes found the both of you away from the crowd, he gave you two a boxy and mischievous smile, pointing with his chin towards the clear path in front of you, getting on his car again to drive away.
Jungkook took the hint, starting his motorbike to try to overtook Taehyungâs car by driving faster than him, but Taehyung didnât let him win, speeding his car. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest and your grip on Jungkookâs waist tighten with fear, the both of them were racing too fast for your like. You didnât like when they got like this, competing with each other as if their lives depend on it. It was childish and unnecessarily dangerous.
You hunched your shoulders, burying your head on Jungkookâs back and shutting tightly your eyes, feeling scared of crashing and dying violently.
And then Jungkook lowered the speed of his motorbike until he stopped completely, making you blink in confusion. You didnât notice your hands were trembling.
âHey hey, my pretty girl, itâs okay. Iâm sorry for scaring you like that, itâs all Taeâs fault for provoking me,â Jungkook soothed you gently, grabbing you by your waist to sit you on his lap with your chest brushing his. He took off his helmet and then yours, frowning with concern when tears streamed from your eyes without your permission.
âThat was so stupidly dangerous, never do that again, not with me and not alone either!â you scolded him wiping your tears, you felt embarrassed for letting him watch you crying like a scared fool.
Jungkookâs gaze soften, smiling fondly at you and gripping your waist to pull you closer towards him. Your thighs were wrapped around his hips.
âYouâre so cute when youâre worried, but I do underground races for a living, my love. I canât help but driving fast sweetheart,â he explained softly near your lips, with his hot breath brushing your mouth. His arms were wrapped around you, caging you into a python grip. His lips touched yours slowly, and he inhaled sharp when you let out a little whine at the tender crash of your lips.
âAm I interrupting something?â Taehyungâs amused voice startled you, making you move your face away from Jungkook. The latter groaned in frustration.
âTae!â
Your face light up at seeing him, and he smiled fondly at you, walking towards you to embrace you in a tight hug almost kicking Jungkook out of his motorbike.
âHey, Iâm here!â he grumbled like a petulant child, making you chuckle.
You wrap your arms around Taehyungâs neck, with his bittersweet cologne filling up your lungs. He took you off the motorbike, gripping tightly your body against him.
âI canât breathe,â you teased when his grip on your body tightened even more. He only chuckled at your words, but nonetheless he didnât ease his grip.
âI missed you so bad,â he whispered lowly into your ear, as if he was telling you a secret. His hot breath brushing your skin made you feel shivers on your body.
âI missed you too,â you replied softly, smiling into his neck.
âIâm gonna puke.â Jungkookâs disgusted voice made you laugh.
âYouâre just jealous,â teased Taehyung with mirth.
You giggle at them, pulling yourself away from Taehyungâs neck. But he didnât let you break the hug though, keeping you into his arms. And then, you feel Taehyungâs piercing eyes staring down at you from head to toe.
âMmh, why do you look so good tonight? Did you dolled up just for us, princess?â His low tone and the hunger flashing his eyes made you felt like jelly, melting at the clear desire in his dark gaze. You felt burning fire running from your belly to the tips of your fingers, feeling suddenly all hot over the closeness of your bodies.
But as you said, you donât want to burst their egos.
âNu-uh, I dolled up just for myself,â you hummed, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Taehyung smirked staring hungrily at you, something dark and twisted flashed his eyes.
âDonât give me those sweet bambi eyes,â he warned tightening his grip on your waist. âAnd as long as you doll up for yourself or for us, we donât mind,â he whispered hotly into your neck, kissing wetly and slowly the skin.
You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning, yet you couldnât help but frown at his words.
âTaeâs right sweetheart, we donât like to share.â You heard Jungkookâs voice too close to your back.
Were they really acting possessive over you? They didnât have the right, after all, they never asked you to be their girlfriend or to be exclusive with them.
âWait, what?â You mumbled confused, pulling your head away from Taehyung but accidentally smashing it into Jungkookâs chest.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow and Jungkook gripped your shoulders. Suddenly, you felt uncomfortable, caught in a trap.
âI thought⌠we werenât exclusive, I mean, you two never made this official,â you said carefully, looking at Taehyung with a frown.
You felt them stiffen at your words. Jungkookâs grip on your shoulders tightened painfully, making you wince. And Taehyungâs eyes darkened, his charming and boxy smile fell immediately turning into a thin line. He gave you that intimidating and threatening gaze of his.
You couldnât help but recoil a little at their odd attitude, their silence made you feel uncomfortable and anxious. You didnât say anything wrong, they never asked you to be a couple. It was all casual between you and them.
âWhat? Did I say something wrong?â You asked unsure, looking between Taehyung and Jungkook, searching for an answer in their expressions, but they gave you nothing. Their faces were cold as stone.
âLetâs speak more privately in my car, shall we Jungkookie?â Taehyungâs heavy and low tone made you feel shivers down your spine, but what disturb you the most was the fact that he said those words to Jungkook without looking away from you.
You blinked in confusion, shrieking when Jungkook lifted you as if you weight nothing to carry you in a bridal style towards Taehyungâs car. You tried to wiggle from his grip, but Jungkook hold you strongly into his arms, making it impossible for you to free yourself.
You felt your heart in your throat when you were push into the middle of the back seats, being trapped between Jungkook and Taehyung. You listened to the car locking, feeling claustrophobic when Taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulders and Jungkook gripped your thigh at your other side. The only sound in the car was your labored breath, and you wouldnât be surprise if they listened to your heart pounding wildly inside your chest.
âAre you nervous⌠princess?â Taehyung whispered hotly against your ear, biting softly your earlobe and running his mouth slowly down your neck, lapping the skin like a disgusting starved dog. You whimpered against your will making him smirk on your skin.
âYou-youâre acting weird, I donât get you guys.â Your voice trembled a little. You pull your head away from Taehyung, smacking into Jungkookâs wide chest. The latter gripped your chin to make you look up at him.
âYou belong to us, whatâs so hard to understand?â Jungkook growled tightening his grip on your chin. Anger flashed his doe eyes.
You frowned, taking Jungkookâs wrist to pull his hand away, feeling frustrated at their attitude. They have no right to act jealous over you.
âFirst of all, I belong to myself, and second of all, you donât have the right to act like this because weâre not dating,â you hissed, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You were so uneased and angry it made you feel physically ill.
Taehyungâs eyes narrowed dangerously at you, his jaw clenched and his nostril flare. He looked like he was about to explode. You flinched a little at his mad expression, it wasnât your intention to riled him up this much.
âI-â
âShut up!â Jungkook barked near your ear, holding your nape in a possessive grip.
âI think we should teach our princess a lesson, donât you think Jungkook?â Again, he speaks to Jungkook while looking straight into your eyes. The contempt and calmness of his voice made you feel angsty and worried. Taehyung was the definition of the calm before the storm.
âI think youâre right Tae,â said Jungkook back with amusement in his tone. You blinked feeling offended, they were taking this as a joke, not caring that you were uncomfortable.
âGuys-â You were interrupted by Jungkookâs mouth devouring yours, biting and sucking your lips like a stray dog that hasnât eat in months. The kiss was needy, desperate, as if he was trying to devour your mouth instead of simply kissing it. You whimpered against the kiss, trying to pull yourself away but Jungkookâs tight grip on your nape didnât let you.
You frowned when you felt Taehyungâs lips kissing painfully slow your neck, opening your shirt to leave hot kisses between your breasts. His hands roamed down your naked thighs, lifting your skirt to brush your heat with his finger. His hands gripped tightly your thighs, as if he wanted to own you, to merge your body into his grasp.
You startled when you felt his hot breath near your core. He ran his lips unhurriedly on your thighs, until he was inches away from your heat. He leaves a wet and open kiss against your core through your panties, making you moan heavily into Jungkookâs mouth. Your toes curled and your brows frown in pleasure when Taehyung started lapping your pussy against the thin fabric of your underwear. Jungkook drank all of your sounds, gripping tightly your jaw to deepened the kiss.
The second you blinked your eyes open you watched something shinny in Taehyungâs pocket. The sight of his car keys knocked some sense into you. You wonât let them force themselves on you just because they were jealous.
You caressed Taehyungâs hair softly, making him hum in pleasure. And you took advantage of their moment of distraction to grab the keys and use them to bury it painfully on Taehyungâs and Jungkookâs head, they winced and flinched in pain, giving you time to unlock the car and drag your body towards the front seats, getting off of the car.
Your heart was pounding in your throat, your senses were heightened and the adrenaline was rushing to your veins. You lock the car, trapping them inside to give you time to run towards Jungkookâs motorbike. Luckily for you, Jungkook left his keys in the ignition, he was so desperate to fuck you that he forgot to grab his keys.
You never drive a motorbike before in your life, but you supposed it wasnât that different from a car, either way you started the motorbike to drive away from them.
The breeze ruffled wildly your hair due to the high speed at which you were driving. You noticed that you forgot to put a helmet on.
You didnât know where were you going, the only thing you know itâs that you were in the outskirts of the city. You tried to remember the path Jungkook took to bring you here.
You saw first the lights of a car before you heard it speeding towards your side. You frowned, looking at your left side to see what car was and where did it come from.
You almost lost control of the motorbike when you saw Taehyungâs sport car at your side.
How the fuck did he started his car without the keys?
You felt your eyes tearing up with fear, so you did the only thing you could in that moment; speed the motorbike to get away from them. But it was kind of naĂŻve from your part to believe that you can outwin underground racers.
Taehyungâs car speed too, racing faster than you. You watched Jungkook lowering the passenger window, his expression was wild. His crazed eyes were fixated on you.
âStop the motorbike y/n! Donât provoke us!â He warned in a scream, but you ignored him, racing past the car.
Your heart was pounding ferociously against your ribcage, your mind was racing with only thoughts of running away from them.
Your ears and senses went numb. The world around you was moving fast, your desperation was stronger than your ability to reason, blinding your mind with unmanageable fear. Your gaze was fixated on the road ahead of you, until it wasnât.
Everything happened so fast; you lost control of the motorbike when Taehyungâs car skids forcefully to stop in front of you, blocking your path and making you crash against his car.
Your world turned black immediately, you felt your consciousness coming and going. You felt yourself being lifted and carried away. You heard some noises and yells, making you whimper in pain; and then you heard someone calling your name but you couldnât answer.
And when you opened your eyes again you were sitting on a lap with your head resting on a warm chest.
You were inside Taehyungâs car one more time, and that made you cry.
âShh beautiful, youâre okay. Thank God you donât have any fatal injuries or else I wouldâve fucking kill Taehyung,â said Jungkook with a trembled voice.
âHey I thought she would stop the motorbike not crash it! I gave her enough room to not to,â explained Taehyung with distress.
âWhere weâre going?â You asked in a weak tone.
âTo our cabin sweetheart, weâll make sure you recover well,â Jungkook whispered darkly near your ear.
âYouâll be so well taken care of with us princess, donât worry about that,â Taehyung assured you warmly, making your stomach churn with dread.
And in that moment, you realized your huge mistake, not only you let them caught you, but now youâll be vulnerable and trapped under their care. And you knew damn well that theyâll punish you, sooner or later.
You were so fucked up.
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Calling Them Your Husband
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: How the members would react to their long term/engaged partner referring to them as their husbands, either accidentally or in conversation.
Warnings: swearing, a little suggestive
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This kinda pairs w this reaction of the them in the same situationâşď¸
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Jin: Youâre soo right, he would be absolutely squealing with joy inside! On the outside tho, heâs just got that cute little shy smile that he gets when heâs flustered, his ears getting more and more red as he lets out a tiny laugh like âWha-, h-husband?â He probably wonât mention it much, bc he doesnât want to embarass you, but he thinks about it a lot
Yoongi: Yoongi would be such a fun mix, bc as Iâve said before, yâallâs relationship goes straight from âkinda datingâ to âpractically marriedâ in his head, so on one hand heâs like âfuck yeah, Iâm your husband, ofcâ, but thereâs this half second where he just. stops. functioning, especially the first time it happens, bc âwhat really?!â
Hobi: Lol honey, you just made his day, his month, his whole year! He is obsessed with the way it sounded coming from you, it makes him soo impatient for you two to actually get married so he can hear you call him that all the time. Might start calling you wifey/yeobo/etc to try and encourage you to call him it more often, hehe
Namjoon: Poor Joonie, lol, he would turn soo red and shy, but heâs soo happy inside. Hearing you call him that does things to his heart he canât even describe, it just keeps playing over in his head the rest of the day. I see him just quietly admitting to you later that he liked it, but heâll try to play it down so he doesn't seem overeager of like heâs trying to skip steps(you know, like actually getting married)
Jimin: Honestly, hearing you call him your husband kinda does something for himđ, If youâre out w friends or something when it happens, heâs gonna be staring you down til you can find an excuse to leave and he can show you how much he enjoyed you calling him that, hehehe. Fr tho, he feels so much hearing you call him that, he canât settle on just one emotion
Taehyung: I could see him almost missing it, it sounds so natural to him, but then his brain catches up and he turns into the happiest boy, getting that big boxy grin as he looks at you like âReally?â Heâs instantly begging you to say it again, smiling even bigger each time you say it and hugging you soo tight
Jungkook: He freezes for a second when he hears it, glancing over at you to make sure he heard right before starting to grin. He might tease you for calling him that before youâre actually married, but heâs wearing a grin for the rest of the day, just thinking it over in his head like, âhehehe, Iâm their husbandâ
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broken, pt. 2 (3tan) (m) | myg
title: broken (pt. 2) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series:masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongiâs interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted | broken (pt. 1) rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brotherâs best friend au, implied age gap au summary: the championship game lights up... and everything goes down. note: not too much to say other than thank you. this part is definitely another very, very close one to my heart. please buckle up and enjoy the ride. warnings: [spice warnings under the cut] language, angst, tension, alcohol mention & consumption, fights, basketball!yoongiđ§ââď¸, cocky!yoongi, jiminđł, tense situations, did i say angst?, long hair yoongi, crying, brođ, reader is a real one i donât make the rules, arguments, the chains stay on(???), âŚbad boy yoongiđđ, saying softhours puts some of this lightly, brođĽ˛, blood/wound mentions, hurt/comfort, thereâs just a lot in here yâall idek, taehyung being the best ever, âŚangst. drop date: february 9th, 2024, 10:37pm est word count: 17.7k my god
smut warnings: cursing, choking, light slapping, breast play, angry s*x a ha ha, crying, multiple explicit scenes y'all istg don't perceive me lol, c*nt slapping, penetrative s*x, brat!reader, protected s*x, edging, consent king ofc :), rough s*x, b*cksh*ts and a lot of them, ...unprotected s*x (yeah it's here and y'all better be responsible or so help me!!!), f*ngering, or*l (m/f rec), brat tamer!3tan yoongi!!!, reader loses themselves for a sec, but yoongi is a king, pain k*nk whewwww, kissing, so much kissing lmfao, c*m play, slight bond*ge (yoongi hands), spanking, aftercare ofc :'))
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Thereâs no way.
How the fuck is he here? When did that horrible excuse of a guy even join a team? Had he been playing intramurals this whole time?Â
âNo fuckinâ way.â
Your eyes find your brother standing rigid at your side, wrists tensed to hell and shoulders spiked. Did he not know he was playing, either? Judging by his smoldering question, youâre going to guess he wasnât aware.Â
âWere they always on this team?âÂ
âNo.â
âI donât remember them being on any teams.â
They? Them? So they recognize more from the court on that day you try to not think about. Shifting your vision, you start gauge reactions under sounds of the growing crowd.Â
Itâs Yoongi that looks at you first, eyes lowering to the hand you still have on your arm damn it you should be okay about that night already. But you canât seem to let your limb go, your fingers covering it in a weak attempt at protection and resilience.Â
The blaze in his eyes makes you shake. Even as you swallow your pleas for everyone to just go home, he doesnât look away. Instead, he walks over to stand in front of your knees, motioning for you to scoot over one so he can take the end seat.
Normally, you would slightly question why he wouldnât just sit next to you. But this time, youâre hyper aware of what heâs doingâand why. Itâs so obvious that you wanna reach out and grip his sweaty hand.Â
Yoongi absolutely sat there to shield you.
And your heart burns and burns.
If only he could do more, be more, show more. Because with a rattled ego and tainted mind, youâre already yearning for his touch, wanting him to whisk you out of here and bring you back to the comfort of his homeâjust like he did that night.Â
God, he makes you dizzy doing absolutely nothing.Â
âWhatâs the plan,â he asks, eyes on the court and palms between his knees.
âDunno yet.â Your brother shakes his head before looking back, eyes narrowing at the laughs on the other bench. âBut I might get my ass thrown out if weââ
âPlay.âÂ
Immediately, all three of them snap their heads your way. Fuck, your arm is stillâŚÂ
One person cannot have this hold on you. Thereâs no way youâre going to let him control your every waking moment, and your determination bubbles into your commands. âPlay the game and beat his ass,â you seethe, holding yourself together and aiming daggers everywhere. âJust make it quick.âÂ
Yoongi gives you a look before Jimin snags him with an eyebrow raise.Â
âAnd youâre paying me double.âÂ
Looking at the man beside you, itâs almost comforting seeing his attention fully on your face. If it werenât for your ghost on the other side of the scoring table and your brother standing there, you wouldnât hesitate to kiss him.Â
But you only nod, getting a huff and a lopsided curve in response before you watch him lock eyes with your brother, âWhat do you wanna do?âÂ
After a long, resigned sigh, your sibling finally relents, âFuck this shit up.âÂ
Good. Yes. This is what you wantâfor you and them. âExactly.âÂ
Scanning around the tight circle, you notice that you have everyoneâs attention.Â
But one person seems to send a question without any words at all. In kind, you answer the same way, wings battering your stomach when all of them send thunder to the court with lightning in their eyes.
Yoongi scoffs through a slant, carrying the air of someone you never want to mess with in your fucking life. âThe fuckinâ nerve.âÂ
Jimin hums, sliding a finger along his flexed to hell jaw. âBold,â he adds. And his voice drop sends shivers when he turns to you,
âDonât worry, love.âÂ
You stare.
âThis will be over soon.âÂ
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The game is⌠just a game. For now.
No oneâs taunted hard other than a few smirks and winks, and right now it seems as if both teams are just being competitive more than antagonistic. Which relaxes you to the point where youâre cheering from the bench with the other playersâand their coach that arrived lateâjumping and yelling and clapping when things go in their favor.
Your brotherâs slamming down dunks. Jiminâs been playing amazing defense with his quick reflexes and high stamina.
And Yoongi? Has gotten sickeningly sharp. All those late nights at the rec center are paying off in this championship and, when he scores a hard shot, the pride you feel launches you to your feet.Â
âNice job, bââ Oh fuck you almost shout something that should never be public knowledge. Holding your tongue, you quickly switch it up with a hasty, âLetâs go!âÂ
That was close. Way too close.Â
Get it together.Â
But you cannot help it right now. Seeing Yoongi facing off against the man you both wanna square up against? And making it look easy? The fluttering you feel in your belly grows double. Triple. Tenfold. His gestures, the way he acts like itâs nothing, his shrugs at their failed attempts to stop himâeverythingâs making you scratch proverbial walls and kick bench chairs.Â
And itâs not just himâthe whole team has been playing excellently. Each play seems intentional; every pass and movement is strategic. If you didnât know this was a casual rec game, you would think theyâre gunning for a real, prestigious trophy.Â
However.Â
When itâs starting to be very clear who the better squad is, thatâs when things start getting more than tense.Â
On a foul call, both sides start getting in each othersâ faces. And you peg that as normal until someone on your team gets shoved and your brother immediately gets between the action.Â
Both you and the coach shoot up from your seats.Â
Shit, shit, shit. If thereâs one thing your older siblingâs gonna do in this game, itâll be finding any excuse to deck that man in the face. And once that happens, thereâs no telling how many injuries are gonna walk off polished floors.
Thankfully, everyone separates without a ruckus, and timeout is called on your side. The crowd starts to yell in favor of either team, and thatâs when you notice that Taehyung has been joined by Shiv and your friends. From the looks of things, all five of them are laser focused on you.Â
You hold a quick thumbs-up before youâre covered by hot and sweaty men huddling around the bench. And you immediately agree with their coach when he barks,Â
âI need you all to calm down.âÂ
âNo can do, coach.âÂ
âNot if they arenât.âÂ
Shit. All of them look fucking livid, not giving any shits whatsoever if theyâre willing to talk back to their leader. Whatâs really been happening on the court? Has it been even more tense than you perceived?Â
Oblivious to the context behind this matchup, their coach keeps yelling, âLook, I donât give a shit if you have something to settle. Play the game and leave it on the floor. Understood?â When thereâs charged silence, he yells it even louder.Â
And a smattering of agreement comes out before all of you hear an even bigger yelling session booming from the other bench. When you look over, itâs quickly noticeable that theyâre getting reamed over there, too.Â
Jimin watches before speaking, and it seems like your coachâs pleas fell on deaf ears, âFifteen went for my legs.âÂ
âSaw that. Letâs switch cus he canât guard me.âÂ
âK.â Park swivels his head to address someone else. âYou good to keep playing?âÂ
Your brother responds with a nod, wiping his never-ending sweat. âYeah, Iâm good.âÂ
Huh. Even though you know heâs mad, the man seems⌠Calm. Eerily calm. Itâs reminding you of the way he acted after you came home from Yoongiâs.Â
And you donât like it one bit.Â
But the timeout is over, and both teams eye each other on their walk back onto the court. As it continues, the gym erupts into life again, with a bit of back and forth shots racking the scoreboard up.Â
And Yoongi keeps scoring. And scoring. And scoring.Â
Which lands him in a bit of trouble when the same idiot from Dalo pushes him during a layup. After he manages to make the shot, Yoongi immediately flicks him offâwhich gets a whistle blown. Which also means he has to sit on the bench for a second because his coach is pissed.Â
Ignoring the scathing remarks being thrown, he dumps himself next to you. And you immediately feel the heat roll off of him in waves, trying hard to focus on the game. âDonât be stupid,â you jut out.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âDonât be stupid. These guys arenât worth it.âÂ
âAfter what he did to you?âÂ
The way those words leave his mouth ice you over, flares spiraling through every fiber of your being. Your reaction is so visceral that you can barely get your response out, âYeah, butâŚâÂ
Leaning on his knees, Yoongi wipes his forehead with a crinkled to hell jersey, excess sweat pinging onto his sneakers. The crowd is loud and the buzzers even louder, but they arenât enough to drown out his bite,
âI canât let that shit go.âÂ
âYoongi.âÂ
âSorry, doll.âÂ
âPlease justââÂ
Yoongi leaves the bench before you can finish, and you whip your head in a rush, hands jutting out in a desperate attempt to hold him back.Â
Only for him to be just out of reach.Â
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After halftime, itâs a whole different game.Â
From an outside perspective, itâs as if everyone was using the first half to sniff each other out, circling around each other before deciding how and when to go in for the kill.Â
And Yoongi isnât the only one that youâre starting to worry about. Jimin, your brother, and even Rohan and the other guys are on edge, playing hard and doing everything they can to keep their scoring lead.Â
Both you and their coach know you canât stop whateverâs going on out there. And youâre starting to feel yourself getting angry at how your brother and them are egging the guys on.Â
Why are they taunting? What the hell is making them so bent on making the other team pissed? Yes, all that went down with you, but nothing else had happened since then. And they clearly arenât listening to anyone telling them to calm down.
If they end up starting shit you are going toâthe fuck!Â
Yoongi gets straight shoved again as he goes for a layup, and you shoot up in your chair as he hits the back wall with a thud. While the players at your side are yelling and everyone on the court starts grouping in shouts, you stay rigid, solely watching Yoongi eye his attackerâthe same idiot from Dalo.
Fuck everything, you wanna rush into the fray and throw hands yourself because that looked painful.
The only thing thatâs stopping you is the chilling fact that Yoongi is⌠Grinning.Â
Wiping his curved lips, he waits while the refs break up the squabble, still looking triumphant as he walks to the line to shoot his free throws. When both of them are made, he stares directly at your assaulterâas you finally call it like it isâand doesnât stop even when the coward looks away.
A whistle blows, and the game continues to be close. Too close, too close, too close. A couple more timeouts let you see just how laser-focused everyone is, and youâre a little shaken when it feels like they forgot you were even occupying their bench.Â
What the hell is being said on the court? Even Jimin is brimming with anger.Â
But after a few back and forths, Yoongi passes to your brother for a hard dunk, basket ringing from his throwdown and shaking when he lands.Â
Thank god. Those points are enough. Theyâre gonna win.Â
All the pent up anxiety youâve harbored all game releases as everyone starts cheering, and your pride soars as your boys stare down their opponents while the clock winds down.
Itâs over. The game is over, nothing too serious happened, and you can all go the fuck home to eat dinner and celebrate.Â
Your eyes catch Yoongi throwing a rudely lopsided curve across the court. Even when Jimin comes up to push him back in excitement, his expression doesnât change.Â
And you find that wildly, unfathomably attractive.Â
Then, as it goes, your brother comes up and they all share quick daps, eyes ablaze and not letting the losers out of their sight.Â
Well. All of them are infamous for a reason. You would guess their energy altogether certainly contributes to that. Because the aura you feel oozing from them fills the gymnasium all the way up to your knees.Â
And the sigh you let out mingles with their coachâs shake of his head.
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Things are still tense as they all shake handsâor at least offer hands to shakeâwith the other team. The atmosphere is even a little iced when they receive their trophy.Â
But the way youâre currently being surrounded as your guys converse hides you from plain sight, so you feel heavily protected. Even Jimin, whoâs usually cheerful even when exhausted, wields sharp eyes as he keeps glancing over his shoulder.Â
Honestly? You wouldnât know what to do without them. Both your brother and all his friends, good pasts or not, are great people. They didnât need to shield you like this. But theyâre doing it anyway, because they wonât give that lowlife another reason or chance to approach you.Â
Yeah. Your older sibling knows how to choose his circle.
Itâs making you wonder ifâŚÂ
Nah.Â
Thatâs still too big a reach.Â
When it seems like all of them and their cheering squad are gone, everyone starts making their way over to the bleachersâand youâre acutely reminded of what went down under similar looking ones the other night.Â
Your shivers are overshadowed by Yuriâs telltale screams to Rohan, âYou were so good, baby! Are you okay?â
Reia and Dom shake their heads before focusing on you, the latter being the spokeswoman, âSo what was all that for?â
âDonât ask,â you sigh, knowing exactly what sheâs referring to. âIâm just glad they won and that we can go home.â
âYouâre not coming to Yuriâs?â Reia asks. âI thought we planned on that, no?â
Ah, shit. Earlier this week, you did make plans with them without really thinking about what day they were gonna fall on. But now youâre so mentally drained that you kinda just wanna goâ
âIs anyone else starving? Iâm hungry as fuck!âÂ
Right. Food. Adrenaline made you forget you were starving. Glancing towards your brother, you quickly remind him, âYeah, me. And youâre paying.â
âAh, shit, thatâs right.â As he lets out a hard groan and deals with Jimin and Yoongiâs comments, your sibling relents, âAlright, where are we going.â
âUp to you,â you shrug, stealing a little look at the man you want to kiss like hell for his performance tonight.Â
God, Yoongiâs so handsome. As Jimin leaves his side, he silently wipes his forehead of any excess sweat, hands and shoulders shining in the lights wait wait wait. Hold on.Â
Walking over, you toss any care about who notices you out the window. And as he eyes your approach, you murmur with care and concern, âIs your back okay?âÂ
Blinking once, twice, the man nods. âYeah, itâs all good.â
âYou sure? That lookedâŚâ
Of course he decides that now is the perfect time to rake his sweaty locks back. Speaking so low that only you can hear, Yoongi reassures with a fist full of hair, âIâm fine, doll.âÂ
Motherfucker.Â
Pinning down your urge to reach out and smother him, you only breathe relief. And before you move away to put some distance between, you whisper, âThank you.â
Yoongi looks your way again. âFor what?âÂ
Swallowing whatâs left of your anxiety, you sigh. âFor not getting into it out there. I was about to get mad as hell, but.. Looks like they were all talk.âÂ
âMm.â
Honestly? Itâs a miracle. The gameâs over without any hitches or brawls? More relief starts blossoming in your chest, prompting a smile to grace your features. âYou looked so good out there, by the way. I almost called you baââ
âWhat are yâall talking about over there!â
Your mouth snaps shut as soon as you see your brother watching, but Yoongi is quick to fire off an insult, âThe way you always take so long to pick something.â
âI picked already!â
âThen letâs go then.â
Laughing, you join the whole crew as youâre all the last ones to walk out. Your friends and Shiv parked in another lot since one side was already full, so you tell them youâll meet at the restaurant.
Some other teammates decide to join, with jerseys being shucked off as everyone heads out the door. Immediately, body odor swoops into your nose, making you welcome the crisp, fresh air of night.Â
Scratch that. You smell oncoming rain.Â
Conversations cease, which only leaves the sound confirming your observation: booming, rolling thunder. Stopping at the edge of the gymâs awning, multiple heads turn up at the rumbles, watching lightning crack the sky.Â
In front of you, Jimin shifts his head to the side. âStill?âÂ
And when you look at who heâs asking, you see Yoongi nod.Â
Weird.Â
But itâs not raining just yet, so all of you make your way into the lot and to your cars. As you do, you check your phone while making your way over, aiming a question at Tae, âYou know where weâre going?âÂ
âYeah, itâs not far,â he responds, fishing out his own device. âI think weâve been there before.âÂ
We? Looks like things are progressing nicely over there. Since youâre lingering behind the guys, you start to take a small jab, âWe, huh? Cute.âÂ
Lips spread as tight as his eyes, Taehyung parries. âCute? Look whoâs talking, miss whipped.âÂ
âYouâre whipped.âÂ
âNo, you.âÂ
âNo, you,â you giggle out, reaching out to tickle Taeâs side and laughing as he flinches away. You chase him for a few seconds before you see his whole body freeze completely, asking a small question before going quiet. Â
And when you slowly follow his line of vision, your heart freefalls to your gut, smashing it so hard you feel bile sting the back of your throat.Â
The man from Dalo. And all the guys from the court plus some.Â
Surround both Jiminâs and your brotherâs cars.
Fuck. Oh, fuck, thereâs so many of them, standing and waiting and unflinching in the bursts of thunder inching closer and closer what the fuck are you gonna doâÂ
âTaehyung.â
Your eyes shake.Â
âGet her out of here. Now.â
And youâve never screamed so loud.Â
Every word rips out of your mouth before youâre promptly shushed by large fingers, icicles pinging around your heart and holding it down, âDonât fucking do thiâ!âÂ
To your horror, Taeâs already hauling you back, voice low and firm in your ear, âCome on.âÂ
âNo! What the fuckââÂ
âWeâre leaving.â
âPleaseâ!â
There are so many of them. So, so many of them. Panic drowns out your words and excess leaks out of your eyes, your own storm preventing you from seeing that your best friend is just as torn apart.Â
âBabe, we have to go now.âÂ
âNo, let me go!âÂ
Theyâre outnumbered. What if they have weapons? What if the police are called? What if something happens that you arenât prepared for?
Youâre screaming. Curses, their names, or whatever whatever you donât even know what the fuck youâre saying because your toes are kissing the edge of madness.Â
Dragged a good distance away, your yells devolve into incoherency, your nose and eye sockets smashing into Taehyungâs solid forearm so hard it hurts.Â
Make it out, make it out, make it out. For the love of everything in the fucking universe and beyond it, make it out alive.Â
Some movements and backs straightening are the last things you see before getting pulled around the corner.
And when Yoongi calmly rolls one of his shoulders, you feel a wick of your soul burn out.
Panic. Worry. Panic and more panic. The car ride that Tae paid for is the blurriest muddy water youâve ever waded through.
Truthfully, you donât even remember blankets being pulled over your shoulder. Where even are you? Oh, youâre in a bed. Whose bed are you in because this isnât yours. But what does it matter anyway what does anything matter anyway nothing matters thereâs nothing you can do you gotta get up and go back over there get up get up goâ
As soon as you yank his bedroom door open, Taehyung is there, holding you back and pushing your frantic energy back inside. âTae, if you donât let meââ
âDo what!â
âIâm going back!â Wrestling out of his strong hold, you bolt down his hallway, head clanging as your shoulder bumps into a wall. âWe need to go backââ
âStop!â You hear running as you burst through the living room, whizzing past the glowing television. âWe have to stay hereââ
No no no. Thereâs no way youâre staying here when you need to be back at that lot. Who the fuck would call for help if anyone needs it? When theyâre gonna need it? Your vision proves so blurry you canât even find your shoesâ
Arms wrap around your waist and you fight back with a scream, âLet me go!â
âStop and just think for a secondââ
âWhy arenât you with me on this, theyâreââ
âDumb as fuck!âÂ
Your friendâs quick comment is so sharp it cuts your breath. As you still in his firm but comforting hold, you finally stop to breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe as youâre turned to level a look with his eyes.
Eyes that are red-rimmed and so, so raw. âTheyâre idiots,â Taehyung grits out. âBut they will be alright.âÂ
From the shake of his voice, you find that neither of you think that for sure.Â
âI need to.. ToâŚâ Your breaths are ragged, energy spent and head dizzy from your quick exit from his bed. As you come down from your volcanic high, every weight the world places on your back proves too much.Â
âYou need to relax,â Tae advises, guiding you further back inside. And you donât speak as he leads you past the couch, past the pictures on his hallway wall, and into the dark of his bedroom.
Maybe itâs over. Right? Maybe someone will answer if you ring them up. âCall. I need to callâŚâÂ
âShh,â he soothes again, walking you backwards away from his door. When the bends of your knees hit his bed, Taehyung lets you down slowly until youâre sitting. âIâll do it.âÂ
Brain fried from hyperactivity, you can only nod.Â
Your friend steps away to fiddle with his phone, the light illuminating his beautiful features in the night. When he holds it to his ear, this is when you hear rain and the television in the living room, noticing that itâs playing a movie he watches for comfort.Â
Shit. Heâs going through it just like you are, and yet heâs still finding energy to calm your nerves? What have you even done to deserve him?
Guess you know how to choose your circle, too.Â
Going unanswered, Taehyung lowers his hand, thumb rubbing the homescreen before gripping the device hard.Â
Both of you are in the same boat. So steer when he canât do it anymore. Soft but assertive, you rise to your feet, offering your embrace while calling his name, â..Tae.â
When he turns, the man wastes no time in dropping his phone to bring you in close. âItâll be okay,â he murmurs, and you hear his words on your head but feel the trembles in his chest. âOkay?â
Feeble fingers grab at his soft shirt, and you bury into his scent while soaked and tired eyes shut.Â
You want to believe him. You do. You do.Â
But hope may be a bitch.Â
So you donât.Â
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Forever passes while you both lie still in his bed, with Taehyung holding you close and keeping you subdued with notes of honey and wood. You both try to have conversation, but itâs disjointed and manufactured, so giving up is a group effort.Â
Youâre about to give up on a lot of things before you both jolt at Taeâs phone vibrating.Â
The world shifts quick as you both sit up, the call immediately being accepted and a low greeting whooshing at your side, âHey.â
With bated breath, you hear Jimin on the line. âHey.âÂ
âYou okay?â
âYeah, weâre all alright, butâŚâ
We. We, we, we, all of them thank the fucking world. As your breath is held, Taehyungâs voice is solid, âSay it.â
âMy eye is pretty fucked. Yoongiâs face is cut up and heâs got some nasty bruises on hisââÂ
You donât even remember yanking the phone to your mouth. âWhere is he.â
Jimin audibly pauses on the line before having the audacity to chuckle. Irked and feeling ire bubble back to the surface, you seethe, âThis isnât funny, Park. Where the fuck is he?âÂ
âWith us.â Us. Shit. âIn the car.âÂ
Oh.Â
âYour brotherâs here, too.âÂ
âAh.â That means theyâre all there. Theyâre all heading home. âAm I on speaker.âÂ
âUmm.. Yeah.âÂ
As much as youâre relieved theyâre all okay, stockpiled anxiety transforms into anger, your limit striking the thundering sky. âActually, you know what? Good. Now I can say youâre all idiots and immature as fuck.âÂ
Itâs your sibling that responds first. âHey, wait a damn minuteââÂ
âI waited long enough!â you scream, ignoring Taehyungâs wide eyes.Â
You know you need to relax. But you canât help whatâs happening right now and all you feel is pain. âI know this shit isnât new to yâall, but really? You didnât need to do this.âÂ
âHe was gonnaââ
âAll you had to do was play the game! Whyâd you have to make them mad? Do you even know what couldâve happened back there?â Damn it, you werenât supposed to cry during this part, not when you just want them to know they fucked up.Â
And the response is dead silence. Because of course it is. But if they wonât answer you here, theyâre gonna answer another, âJust tell me one thing,â you plead. âIs this gonna happen again?âÂ
That one your brother answers with finality. âThey wonât be coming around anymore.âÂ
Gulping, you give Taehyung a glossy-eyed look before staring at his lit screen again. Trying not to let your voice waver, you accept his response, âOkay⌠Are you okay?âÂ
âMe? Yeah, the hits I took were weak as fuck. Iâll get home soon so if you wanna order in tonight we can.âÂ
âFuck that.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
What an idiot. âBro, you donât even know how fucking mad I am,â you accuse through gritted teeth. Thereâs no way in hell you wanna deal with their bullshit. Ignoring your pleas and staring harm in the face? Forget it. âIâm going to Yuriâs.âÂ
âWhat? Nah, come home tonight and weâll talk.âÂ
âI justâNo.â Taehyung has to grip your shoulder before pulling you into a hug. And youâre still steel in his arms because you havenât been this upset in ages. âIâm not talking to any of you for awhile.âÂ
And you mean that.Â
ââŚFine. But go asap then. I donât want you out late on your own.âÂ
So you gotta listen to what he wants but when it comes to what you say, itâs crickets? Goddamn, youâre furious. ââŚOf course you donât.â
And you hang up before anyone can say anything else.Â
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You open the front door to your brother leaning against the hallway wall.
Both of you eye each other, one of you with a perfectly fine face and the other that isnât so lucky because heâs a fool.
And no words are exchanged as you trudge your frustration to the kitchen.Â
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Ice. Bandages. Dinner. Anger propels you through it all.
Whipping up a quick but hearty meal, you let your brother patch himself up after demanding he showered. The smells of comfort food waft through your nose as things sizzle on the stove and, through the whole process, you donât think about anything except how upset you are.
Theyâre all okay. But like Taehyung so abruptly put it, theyâre all stupid.Â
As you turn off your burner, you transfer everything to a bowl, sighing so loud it seasons the top with fire. When you approach the bar, your actions speak pretty damn loudâthe dish clank shoving out a question from your sibling,
âIs there something you wanna say to me?âÂ
âThereâs a bunch of shit I wanna say to you.âÂ
âItâs about Yoongi,â he asks, the absence of hesitation making your insides squeeze. âIsnât it.âÂ
But luckily for you, your rage is so potent that it overruns your fear. As soon as your brother stands up and starts to repeat his question, your correction clangs through the room,Â
âItâs about all of you! You say you wanna be there for me but what the fuck will doing this shit do?âÂ
Freezing, the man waits in shock as you keep going, âYes, that guy deserves hell. I was so scared when he grabbed me at the club.â You stop to swallow. âBut I had them both there and we left.â
Fuck, this is hard. Having to relive that shit is difficult but you need your brotherâand all of them, for that matterâto know how hurt you feel right now. Mustering up enough bravery to get to the goddamn point, you finally squeak out,Â
âIf I lose them? Lose you? Because of something as stupid as a fight?â Your eyes search his, and your heart cracks when you see glassy sheen amongst his bruises. âWhat would I do then?âÂ
You expect silence. And silence is what you get. Itâs drawn out, loud, and telling. âWe know.âÂ
âDo you?â
âYes,â he whispers, eyes lifting to meet yours with sincerity. âAnd weâre sorry.â
Another moment passes between the two of you, the food you made left uneaten on the counter and the rest sitting still on the stove. But you know your sibling will eat it all tonight, whether youâre there or not.Â
And you step forward at the same time he holds his battered arms out.Â
Freshly showered, he still smells like rain and exertion. But his heart beats under your chest, heâs present, and back homeâthings you need to stop taking for granted.Â
But youâre still mad. And getting things off your chest has only made you tired, so you decide that itâs finally time to go before you circle back to other scary territory brought up tonight. âIâm leaving now,â you announce as you step away. âBut just think about that.âÂ
âI will.â
âIâm serious.âÂ
âI will.â
Staring, you take note of his cuts and injuries, wondering how the others are faring even though you donât wanna deal with anything else. Because it hurts too much, and if you see who youâre thinking about, thereâs no telling what youâd do if you were like this with your brother. Thereâs no telling how youâdâŚ
No. You choose to go the easy route this time. Everyone can simmer in their sore, swelling consequences while you have a night of de-stressing with your friends.Â
So you leave to go pack without another word.Â
Itâs raining.Â
Hard.
And even though your car is heading to Yuriâs, your heart is beating backwards. Tugging you somewhere else and not letting up.Â
With a ping of chill, you canât shake it. Braking at a stop sign close to your destination, you sit in silence, letting the rain pelt every side of your vehicle and wondering what the hell to do.Â
Truthfully? Your brother looked like shit. But your body isnât telling you to go back to the house, which can only mean one other place. And you know for a fact you donât wanna talk to him, either.Â
So fucking upsetting. They did all that for what? You can barely keep your thoughts in a row because they keep yelling at jostling each other just like everybody did on the court. If anyone had to fight the dipshit, it should've been you.Â
Fuck! Your head connects with the wheel, an inner monster rumbling with the thunder because youâre so fed up with everything that happened.Â
Your brain is the one yelling. But your heart is begging for it to listen. Go to Yuriâs? Go to Yoongiâs. Find shelter in that warm bed of hers and sink in her plushies to comfort you?Â
A sigh. Maybe you can at least call him to tell him off one more time. He needs to hear what you told your brother because if you ever, ever lose himâ
Your eyes burn.Â
Yoongi: Outgoing Call
No answer.
Yoongi: Outgoing Call
Pick up. What the fuck.
Yoongi: Outgoing Call
âŚTurn the fuck around shit, shit, shit.
Curses flying, you whip your vehicle in a flash, heart pounding so loud itâs blocking out the storm. Which is morbidly impressive considering how horridly itâs pouring.Â
Thinking in leaps, you pivot and make another decision. Tell her and make it all quick.Â
Yuri: Outgoing Call
âHello?â
âHey, Iâm not coming.â
âYou okay?â
âIâm going to Yoongiâs.â
âYoongiâs? Why?â
Ah, shit. Oh, fuck. She doesnât know.Â
Banging the steering wheel, you smash your teeth, stressed as hell from braving the rain in the dark and now snitching on yourself to someone else.Â
Damn it. What do you say? What can you possibly even say when youâre so mad and stressed and conflicted and worriedâ
âHello?â
âBecause heâs the one,â you whoosh out, your vision quivering twice as much as it should. âAnd things went down after the game and now something feels wrong.â
âOh, shit. Is that why yâall didnât come toââ
âYes.â When you say all this out loud, now it has weight. Horrifying weight on your chest and a block pushing down on the gas. You hear a bit of shuffling on the line, and youâre starting to get so anxious that you blurt, âPlease donât say anything. Please.â
âI wonât. Not about this.â
âThank you.â
âHang up, babe. Make it safe.â
âOkay.â
Go, go, go. Please, just get there.Â
Letting up, you change your speed, hoping to everything good in the world that this feeling you have is only a feeling and nothing more.Â
Yoongi: Outgoing Call
What a strange emotion, wanting his reason for not picking up solely being because he doesnât wanna talk to you. That is an answer you can deal with.Â
But you still canât fight off the jagged pulses telling you itâs something else.Â
After an agonizing drive, you finally see his complex, tensing harder the further and further away you have to park.Â
Whipping into a spot, you screech into it before hauling your bag out, popping the trunk and desperately grabbing a plastic box you always keep inside.Â
And the mad dash drenches you long before you seek cover, your bones shivering shivering shivering from the chill.
Yoongi has to be home. His car is here.Â
But he still wonât pick up the fucking phone.
Skidding at his door, your knocks are rapid, knuckles singed from the ice cold wraps.
Answer, answer, answer. For fuckâs sake, he better answer.Â
After a haunting moment of silence, you decide to call one more time, head wet and bones shivering as you press the phone to your damp ear.Â
Finally. âHello.âÂ
âOpen the door,â you jump into commanding, hearing nothing other than a voice that sounds so crushed and low that it crumples you inside.Â
âYouâre here?âÂ
âYeah, let me in.â Fuck, your teeth are clattering against each other, whether itâs from the rain, the cold, or anger, you canât tell.Â
But the reply you get is the coldest thing imaginable. And it sets your whole body aflame.Â
âNot tonight.â
Hell no. Hell fucking no Yoongi is not going to get rid of you that easily. Not when you have a boatload of things to say and only one dock to dump them all on, âYoongi, I swear to godââÂ
âNot tonightââ
ââyou donât let me in Iâmââ
âGo homeââ
âIâm fucking staying out here until you open the goddamn door!â
Oh, youâre pissed. Youâre so fucking pissed because this all couldâve been avoided if none of them were stupid. Or prideful. Or whatever the fuck boys decide to be when they canât let something go.Â
And this man still has the audacity to give you the stiff arm, silence on the line before he rasps out another short, âIâm serious.â
âNo.â
âGo home.âÂ
âNo!âÂ
He says your name. So, so softly, before a gut-wrenching,Â
âPlease.â
Breath shaken, you rest your forehead against chilly wood, hoping it quells the fire you feel rising from your rib cage.Â
You canât give up. Not when you have so much to say. Not when you have to check on him and make sure heâs fine.Â
Not when you give into the strongest premonition that you need to be nowhere else but with him tonight.Â
You will stay. Stay, stay, stay. Even if he doesnât want to see you.Â
Voice trembling in rage and concern and everything in between, you feel your eyes sear through when they close, mission boiling down to one more desperate choice,Â
ââŚNo.âÂ
Youâre cold. And wet. But you will stand out here for as long as it takes him to let you insideâa night, a day, no matter what.
And for a moment. Or a few. You think heâs dead set on making you prove that.Â
But you finally, finally, finally hear a sigh before a lock turn, and you try to prepare yourself for what you see but he opens the door and his face comes into view holy shit he looks like a wreckâ
âWhat the fuck,â you grit out as you rush in with vision swimming, digging into your bag for the medkit you hastily stashed and swinging off your sandals because you gotta get something in theâ
A hand grips you hard, tugging you back before you even register whatâs happening.
As your feet stumble back onto linoleum, your gaze snaps to the ground.Â
And your breath cuts like itâs your last.Â
Shards.Â
Pieces.
Thousands of wood and glass chips litter the entire open area of the living room.Â
And realizing where they came from strikes like lightning.Â
Fuck. Oh, fuck, what did Yoongi do?
âI told you, doll.â
You choke on a sob.
âGo home.â
Your breaths return before you straighten, tears flowing freely as you donât know whether to start cleaning up the chaos or finally facing the one who caused it.
No, no, no. Get rid of it.Â
Throw it out, all of it, all of it.Â
A new fire roars to life, forging your steeling commitment as you wrestle out of Yoongiâs hold.
What did he do, what did he do?
Revving with smoke out of your ears, you burn a path to the kitchen, grabbing a trash bag before marching into the wreckage. Up go the biggest pieces first, chucked into plastic before the smaller ones follow.
Throw it all. This one, this one, and this one.
Yoongi isnât even wearing shoes. He can cut himself up even more if this all stays where it is.Â
Shit, this is everywhere.Â
When you realize youâre gonna need a broom, you storm back into his laundry closet to yank one out and keep going. When you go to sweep, the sharpest voice cuts through your fingers.
âStop.â
Your grit grips the tool even tighter. Because you wonât. Donât dare look into his expression, either, because you know that one glance will melt every scream on your tongue. So you stay resolute and shoot rejection to the ground, âNo.â
âJust go, please.â
âNo.â
This hurts.Â
This really, really hurts.Â
Yoongi has never, ever said these things to you and it feels like a knife jabbing into the same spot over, and over again. You almost prefer three new months of no contact over whatever the hell this is.
But you have to keep going. Eyes clenching, lips wobbling, you must keep going.Â
Because you came here for a reason other than this mess. And heâs gonna have to do better than this to kick you back out into the rain.Â
âI got it.âÂ
âLet me do it.âÂ
âYour brother needs you.â
âYeah, well, I already tore the fuck into him and Iâm gonna do the same to you.â You harden your fist on the sweeper, tugging it more towards your shoulder with finality. And you gather all the energy you need to leave no more room for arguments, because Yoongi is going to listen, âSo sit down.â
It hurts.
He wants to say shit. You know he wants to.
But he only breathes hard with eyes closed, following your orders and carrying his dark clouds to the dining room.Â
When he finally leaves you alone, this is when you look his way.Â
In sweats and a shirt, he appears fine. But with a deep pang, you notice heâs slightly limping. Judging from those knuckles, you wonder if theyâre red from the fight or from hitting another wall of his apartment.Â
Or from whatever the fuck happened around your feet.
Shit.
While he dumps himself at his table, you clean up the pieces of his rampage, mentally noting that one plan of yours has now changed.Â
This one. These, too. A string here. A metal piece there.
You donât know how long it takes you. All you know is that youâre burning inside, determined to clean everything and sweep this chaotic energy away.Â
One more. Two more. Another one here.
As soon as youâre done, you lug the trash bag out of the front door and donât give a shit what happens to it now.
Keep going. Thereâs more that you need to take care of.
The fuel inside of you rages on, anger conflicting with anxiety and past worries and sadness for something that didnât even happen. As you spin, you vow yourself to keep pushing until you canât anymore.Â
Sniffling. Shivering. But staying strong because things couldâve gone a lot worse.Â
Yoongi meets you by the table, messy, damp hair shielding his features. âYouâve done enough.âÂ
âI still need toââÂ
âJust.â He looks away. âGo home, doll. I canât do this tonight.âÂ
âDo what? Iâm helping you.âÂ
Thatâs what you do for each other, right? You both help each other. But now youâre not so sure because Yoongi comes back with not an acknowledgement, nor a way of relenting.Â
But ice.Â
âWho said I needed it?âÂ
And in all the time youâve spent with this man, this is the first time youâve felt downright cold. âYoongi, what?â Your eyes travel across his face, chest caving in when thereâs barely any hints of vitality. âAre you serious?âÂ
âYou think Iâm joking?âÂ
âYouâre kicking me out? What happened to saying youâd never do that, huh?âÂ
âI say a lot of things.âÂ
âŚOh.
That hurt. That⌠That physically couldnât have hurt any harder.Â
Nodding, you look away, shaking your head in disbelief because you are on the verge of losing it. âYou know what? You do say a lot of things.â
Walking away, you start rearranging pillows on the couch pushed askew. âLike how perfect I am.â Picking up his books from the now non-existent coffee table. âAnd how thereâs no one else.âÂ
As you give the volumes a new home on his intact tv stand, you turn to face him again. âThose are just words, too, huh?âÂ
Yoongi kicks his head back with a smile, one that cuts instead of mends. âNah⌠Not tonight.âÂ
âNot tonight what.âÂ
âWe arenât doing this tonight.âÂ
âThe fuck we arenât.â Itâs his turn to walk away, with a slow head shake that you really donât like. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âNowhere.â Yoongi shifts his head to the side, but not enough for you to fully see him. Itâs almost as if he doesnât want you to. âBut youâre going home.âÂ
Somethingâs off. Thereâs something completely off but all you feel is sadness and rejection in your ribcage. âSo this is how it happens, huh. Now Iâm just like everyone else.âÂ
He finally faces you, miles away even though youâre just rooms apart. âYouâre gonna go there?âÂ
âI am.âÂ
âWow.âÂ
Thatâs what he comes back with? This is gutting you from the inside out and you have no idea whatâs happening but now rage is flaring into your mouth, âYou think I wanted to come here? After what all of you did?âÂ
âDo you even know?âÂ
âNo! But how the fuck would I? You donât tell me shit!âÂ
âThatâs cusââÂ
Your response sears over his floors, âI can take care of myself. But none of you told me about that dude from the court. None of you.â Breath shaken, you continue dumping out all your thoughts and previous concerns, âIf I had known? That whole Dalo thing couldâve been avoided and I wouldâve ran.âÂ
For a person that youâve come to know as so warm, Yoongiâs entire aura freezes you over as you keep talking. âAnd today? You know how fucking scared I was? If I⌠IâŚâÂ
All he does is stare. Why isnât he doing anything else? Is he really flipping the switch and choosing to legitimately let you leave this time?
Fine then.Â
âYou know what?â Giving up, you laughâharsh, and breathy, and without any joy at all. âForget it. Youâre not even listening anyway.â
âI swear toâI just said not tonight.âÂ
Frustration from the game, fear from the ambush after, anxiety from not hearing from them. All of it coalesces into something you canât even control anymore. Your buffer shuts off, the monster you created seizing the reins, âNo, I get it. I do! You want me gone. Sure. See you in three more months.âÂ
Stunned, Yoongi huffs in disbelief, jaw working overtime. âAre you serious?âÂ
âYes, I am. Trying to help you but it looks like you donât even want that. So good fucking bye.âÂ
And it looks like he has a beast of his own because his next response to your last attempt has you reeling back in shock,Â
âWho asked you?âÂ
Dark liquid drips onto your soul.Â
You can only stare, unblinking and feeling like youâre in an entirely different universe. âWho asked me? Who asked me.âÂ
âThatâs what I said.âÂ
Forget the question of who asked you because⌠Who are you even talking to? Who is this person standing in front of you because itâs not the Yoongi you know. Itâs so jarring and hurtful and strange that you truly feel thrust into the middle of a nightmare.Â
Youâre gonna do it. Youâre actually gonna leave this time.Â
âYou know what? Kiss my ass, Yoongi.âÂ
God, it hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
It hurts.
You donât even know where this is all coming from. All you know is that youâre angry and thereâs no stopping the hot magma bubbling in your center.Â
Silence fills the room.
And it rains. It pours.
But finally, you hold a sob back before burning a shaky path to his door, wrestling with the lock before yanking it openâ
Only to have it shut back in your face, so thrown when you realize youâre getting spun. Air whooshes out of you before your shoulder blades connect with woodâ Â
And this is the goddamn breaking point. The walls you haphazardly built to keep you upright collapse and tumble. Itâs so potent and blinding that you donât even realize your hands are connecting with his chest in the weakest, saddest ways and you are outright screaming.Â
âGod, what the fuck! I told you toâWe didnât hear from you for hours and IâI didnât know if you were okayââÂ
âWhoa, hold uââÂ
âI thought the worst and Iâdidnât even get a chance toâI finally told you want I wanted and youâFuckââÂ
âJust listenââÂ
âDonât ever do that again! I donât wanna lose you and today was so fucking scary and Iâm not, fucking, leavingââÂ
Your lips are smashed to hell, his lips bruising so hard you feel it in the back of your skull. And itâs a whole storm as Yoongi pins you against the door, leg wedging between yours and his hands gripping you like a vice. Itâs intense. Itâs overwhelming.Â
âI swear toââÂ
You donât know what to do. What to do what to do what to do, and all your madness jangles as youâre yanked and slammed against another wall, breath leaping into his open mouth before you tug at his hair, digging anger through his shoulders.Â
âCanât fucking listen, can you?âÂ
âNo,â you rip from your throat, shoving him back only to gravitate right back and lock lips again.Â
And he rips at your clothes, tearing the front of your shirt so far your chest emerges on full display. Before you can even react to the cuts on his face, Yoongiâs hand clenches around your throat, making you gargle just how you fucking want to right now.Â
âShouldnât even fucking be here.âÂ
âWhen has that ever stopped us.â You groan as you get rapidly led back into something hard, and you realize itâs the dining table digging into your ass.Â
âHeâs still home.âÂ
âSo?â
âShouldnât youââ
âThen kick me out!â you taunt. âFor real. Let me go. Fucking do it then.âÂ
Yoongi works his jaw before gripping tighter, making you groan and your gut flare into something primal. Nostrils flaring, he moves to grip your head hard enough to make your stomach flip but not firm enough to scare you.Â
Never to scare you. âYou arenât gonna leave me alone.âÂ
Your eyes are ice.Â
âAre you.âÂ
You solely watch in determination, breath harsh from your nose and billowing out like steam. Drilling your answer into his eyes, you charge the surrounding air enough to spark like the flashing sky outside.Â
And Yoongi cracks like lightning.Â
âGoddamn it.âÂ
Everything happens at once and in quick succession. Teeth grit to hell, Yoongi pulls you upward before fast stepping you to his bedroom, slamming you through the door before you shove him right into his desk.Â
Things teeter and shake and clang with each impact, your storm disrupting everything in its path and creating a tornado of desire and thoughts in your brain.Â
Something swirls and twists between your souls, tightening and condensing into emotions darker than midnight. And as angry as you are, itâs slipping into a dangerous mania, and youâve never been this excited for anything in your life.Â
âStubborn.âÂ
âCoward.âÂ
Your back stings as youâre pushed back into his door, the wood smacking into the spackle of his wall. Rough lips smother yours as you claw at his shoulders, neck, hair, and you hear him growl into your mouth,Â
âWant me to kiss your ass? Suck my dick then weâll talk.âÂ
âFuck you. I give better head than you anyway.âÂ
His words rival the deepest growl, âProve it.âÂ
âMake me.â
Whirlwind. Storm. Tempest. At this point, itâs a whole goddamn high. Your body is thrumming and the only way to feed your anger is to channel it through actions.Â
And truth be told, you need this. You both do. With all the high strung emotions that had nowhere to go until you collided?
This is liberation.Â
Youâre shoved onto your knees before Yoongi dives into his pants, and youâre already hungry and impatient enough to help him shrug his sweats down before he can do it himself.Â
âChoke on it,â he commands, holding his dick and watching as you note how hard he already is. When you waste no time taking him in, you elicit the deepest groan youâve ever pulled from him when you fling spit onto his length.Â
Maybe his reaction is to your face. Because youâre still mad as fuck and you arenât done letting him know that.Â
With a passing thought, you realize that this is all new. But youâre welcoming it because itâs working. Only Yoongi can bring out this passion even in anger, or maybe the two of you were going to get to this point no matter what.Â
âFuck.â He steadies the bottom of your chin while you suck him off. âUh huh. Got anything else to say?âÂ
You flick him off, and he hums with a rumble, his cock reacting and hitting the back of your prideful throat.Â
âFuck you, too, doll.â His talks devolve into hisses, grunts, moans when you slobber all over yourself, and your cunt is already dripping with your own slick. âThere you go. Gonna take it all? Or are you gonna keep running that mouth?âÂ
And you pop off before taunting, âFind out, pussy.âÂ
And youâre swallowing him before he shoves you all the way forward, your body arching up in a gag but filled with him him him, your nose flat against his pelvis and his dick squeezing tears from your eyes and your throat overstuffed to hell and thereâs no way heâs gonna forget this moment. Youâre making damn sure of it.Â
Another middle finger raises as youâre tensing around him, and you can barely hear him above you but you do know heâs massively pleased. Tears stream down your eyes when youâre yanked off, gasping for air and being pulled off the ground.Â
âHoly fuck.âÂ
Throat hoarse, you attempt speech but it doesnât matter anyway, because his lips steal them all. And your cunt is slapped with a whole palm, making you flinch and shoot out a whine into his kiss.Â
Before you know it, your body hits the bed before he joins you, arms bulging as he rips your top open completely. You canât even think straight as he teases your earlier efforts, âIâve had better.âÂ
âOh, you fuckingâShut the fuck up,â you growl, a moan leaving without permission as he palms your cunt again. Just when you think heâs gonna top you, Yoongi hauls you up, hastily leading you around the bed until your back connects with another wall.Â
You love that shit. And youâre starting to think Yoongi is very, very aware of this fact.Â
âTake those fuckinâ pants off,â he orders. âAnd hands on the wall before I put them there.âÂ
âCanât make me do shitââ
Fingers grip your chin before Yoongi gets right into your face, primal instinct making you go on full alert. As his tongue prods his cheek, your whole lower body quivers. âI can. And I will, if you donât behave.â Tapping your jaw in a warning, he hums. âNow do what I fucking say.âÂ
Holy shit, heâs not playing around. Which only heightens your desire to peaks previously unreached, and youâre shucking your bottoms off while he yanks his drawer open for condoms. Hurrying, you fling your clothes away before plantingâ
Yoongi smashes his whole front against your backâpinning your whole body against the cold, rough wallâbefore intertwining long fingers with yours. âGood girl.âÂ
Hitching your hips back, he sticks your ass out as you slip, and you feel his cock tease your entrance. Groaning, you grip your hands into fists as he continues to rub your cunt but never enter. Denying, denying, denying. Smacking your pussy and still not letting you feel him inside.Â
And itâs maddening. âPlease!âÂ
âPlease what,â he asks, giving your ass a spank that has you flinching into the wall.Â
And, without any shred of mercy, this goes on for longer than heâs ever held out. Itâs so sickening that tears start flowing from your eyes, and you devolve into saying anything to get him to fuck your brains out. Between spanks on your ass, slaps on your tits, and aggravating kisses on your back, Yoongi doesnât let you phase him for minutes.Â
Itâs when you choke on a sob that he finally, finally squeezes inside of you, checking for your nod before wrecking you completely.Â
âOh, fuckââ Your eyes shut tight as you try to keep yourself upright, hands pushing against the wall as your legs shift with every thrust.Â
âThis ass. Fuck.â Yoongiâs pace is relentless, hands bruising your hips and your cheeks smacking into his pelvis over and over and over. âItâs a goddamn problem.âÂ
Youâre trying so hard. So, so hard to stay on the wall. But your hands are too sweaty; they're starting to slip with each attempt. âBed,â you command. âBed now.âÂ
And he obliges immediately, pulling out and yanking you back. Mouth to your ear, he both checks in while making your legs jelly, âYou tapping out?âÂ
âBreak my fucking back,â you rasp in return, hearing him growl in satisfaction before burying you facedown into his bed. As he plunges inside again, you grip at his sheets, driven to the brink and reveling in all the things heâs saying to you while feeling him in your stomach.Â
Suddenly, you feel your arms pulled back, and you yell into his mattress as he buries himself even deeper. Everything youâre screaming makes no sense, but the phenomenal sensation you feel as you go limp renders you speechless anyway.Â
Yoongi knows exactly what heâs doing as he pushes his thumb into your asshole, because you clench so hard around him that he chuckles darker than dark. Careening into space, you kiss the edge of euphoria before he inconveniently pulls out, launching a sling of insults from your mouth.Â
âWhat was that?âÂ
âI said fuck you!âÂ
âThought so.âÂ
Not done in the slightest, Yoongi hauls your thighs so flush against him that you have to use your fingertips for support. Just as youâre about to argue, he rams into you from a new and impossibly enticing angle and holy fuck it feels so good you want to weep.
âPut that fucking hand down,â he growls, smacking away the fingers you didnât even know were on your mouth. âIf you wanna talk shit.âÂ
âFuckâ!âÂ
âUh huh. Let it out, baby girl.â
Youâve never felt this out of control. This wild. This out of body. Your head is yanked back, your back pressing into the front of his shirt before you feel him so far into your guts that you quiver.Â
Now at the mercy of his tongue in close range, you hear his gravelly tone in your ear, âWhatâs my fuckinâ name.âÂ
âAssholeââÂ
A hard smack to your tits has you crumpling with a whine. âSay it.âÂ
âIâll say it if I wanna say itââÂ
Another spank to your inner thigh and youâre gone. Eyes roll as he tweaks your nipple, and your words are almost garbled when he grips your chin from behind. âThis what weâre doing? Hmm?âÂ
You laugh breathy before you taunt, âUh huh.âÂ
âMmâŚâ Despite your laugh, you shake. âI wouldnât do that, doll.âÂ
âMake me. Bet you canât.âÂ
Tensed and veins angry, Yoongi grips both your tits before snarling, âThatâs enough.âÂ
Swiftly, he shoves you down into the sheets, muscular frame pinning you as he strokes up into you just right. Again. Again. Itâs all too slow and too effective and youâre trying to stay mad but all you can feel is perfection, your back arching at his thrusts and mewling at his low growls in your ear.Â
âYou wanted this.â Another thrust. âTalking shit.â Your jaw goes slack. âPissing me off.âÂ
Your groan is downright erotic. Why why why? Just knowing youâre making him this mad flutters your cunt and, from the sinister chuckle shooting into your neck, Yoongi definitely felt that.Â
âFuckinâ thought so.âÂ
When he reaches to grab your breasts, the last thrust has you crying out in a flurry of pleasure.Â
Every single thought is Yoongi, from beginning to end in a biblical cycle of debauchery. Exertion leaves you slick, sweat coating the expanse of your skin only to press into his bed, your mess your mess your mess. At his hands. The smacks of his cock. The rolls of his hips. Are you gone? Are you here? If heâs bruised then you feel like you are, too, and you welcome the temporary pain as Yoongiâs fingers dig ever deeper into your waist fuck oneâs now pinning your head down.Â
The moans you let out are unending, and your thighs shake when all you get in response is a laugh of condescension.Â
âLook at you. Canât even stay mad.âÂ
âFuck you!â Youâre close, youâre close, youâre close again. Release is at your fingertips, but Yoongi yanks himself out to rip it away from your outstretched fingers. âNo!âÂ
âWhat, doll.âÂ
âPlease!âÂ
âNah.âÂ
Body sore, youâre flipped over with no mercy as something else presses against your cunt.Â
Fucking hell, heâs eating you out now? Shaking, you feel Yoongiâs tongue swirl around your thrumming clit before he sucks, edging you to the point of tears and heartbreak. And it proves too much as you grab at his head, yank at his hair, because he lets up when youâre close.Â
Every. Single. Time.Â
Your madness spirals into your curses, and he relishes in your despair, continuing to lick and suck and slap your thighs with patience. âWhat do you say?âÂ
âPlease!âÂ
âMm. Not loud enough.âÂ
âYoongi, please.âÂ
âOh, weâre saying names now?âÂ
Fuck, fuck, fuck, it aches. Itâs starting to borderline hurt. âIâll be good,â you barter, beg, plead with a head spinning off its own axis. âIâll do anything.âÂ
âDo it yourself then.âÂ
Later, when you look back on tonight, youâll be embarrassed and shy to hell. But right now, youâre so over any shyness that you donât hesitate, reaching down to rub at your clit and moaning when itâs so sensitive.
And Yoongi gets a front row seat.Â
His groan is gutteral. And it doesnât take you long to quicken your pace, bucking your hips and whining to the ceiling. Youâre so so so close itâs right thereâ
Your hand is smacked away. And after you try to wrestle out of his grip, you are a flat out, blubbering mess. âYoongi⌠PleaseâŚâÂ
âNah.âÂ
This is torture. And youâre frightened at how much youâre enjoying it. âIâm so close.âÂ
âYouâll come when I say you can.âÂ
âPlease! âŚPlease..â
âYou done being a brat?âÂ
âNo! Fuck. Yes!â If you werenât so far gone, you may have deciphered a tiny smile of amusement. But it wonât be for months later until youâll realize that you were wrong.Â
Because the menacing flash of teeth you see is much too wide to be anything other than pride. âThe fuck did I say? Use your words.âÂ
You know youâre still upset. You know Yoongi is still upset. But for some reason, you feel closer to him than you have in awhile, and you wonder if lust and madness are two sides of the same coin. âLet me come. Please.âÂ
Yoongi finally obliges with something he hadnât pleasured you with yet. And your vision blanks as you yelp at the sensation, his slick fingers pistoning into your folds so fast youâre arching so taut. From between your quivering legs, you hear one final command,Â
âThen fucking come.âÂ
And you burst, so hard you almost feel like something threatens to spew from your cunt. But all you can do is shake and thrash under his grip, so erratic that you feel like Yoongiâs starting to pin you down. Gone, gone, gone, youâre sure the veins of your neck threaten to break through your sweaty skin.Â
Then you feel his cock thrust inside of you, and you whip your head forward only to get your airway cut off. âAgain,â he calmly repeats, flinging you back to the last time this happened.Â
Only this time, thereâs even less room for you to make any other choice.Â
âI said again.âÂ
Your body cannot fathom disobedience, pulsing and milking his perfect fit. Over, and over, and over. You hear rumbling from a dragon above, feel breaths of steam whooshing as it watches you come undone.Â
âYoongiââÂ
A light slap to your cheek is your only warning before your chin is tugged, lips smushing into yours to swallow your straining sobs. Fuck, fuck, fuck, your body is still thrumming, inundating around his cock until your emotions spill from your core. Toes. Fingers. Everything is straining and locking in place.Â
âSo fucking hot.â He rips your soul right out. âShit.âÂ
You fly through time and space, gathering emotions and feelings and spiraling spiraling spiraling. Crying. Youâre crying. Full on crying youâre so overwhelmed with everything truly you were so mean to him you upset him holy fuck you shouldâve left when he told you toâ
âBaby.âÂ
But you cannot stop crying, choke choke gasping on sobs.Â
âBabe.âÂ
âIâIââÂ
Your name stabs you with a crisp shot, coupled with a firm grip on your chin, snapping you back to lucid. And Yoongiâs eyes are frantically searching your own. âLook at me.âÂ
You do. Do you? You do. And his eyesâŚÂ
Theyâre not angry at all. Itâs pure concern. Steadfast concentration. And something reflecting your soul. âBreathe.âÂ
âOh, shit,â you whisper, coughing and reaching for oxygen you didnât know you were denying. Air rushes back into your lungs as you inhale.Â
âThere you go. Keep going.âÂ
You do, gulping down air and hiccuping a breath or two. Your cheek is being caressed, you think. And with another pass, you know it is.Â
âRelax for me.â And you hiccup a sob. âBreathe, babe.âÂ
You do, you do, you do. Yoongi kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and you breathe more and more through it all. âYou with me?âÂ
âAlways,â you answer, filter off because you are hanging by a thread and heâs holding the top. âPlease donât kick me out ever,â you hiccup. âPlease, baby, Iâll do anything for you but Iâcouldânever handle thatââÂ
Youâre tenderly hushed before lips slide over yours, attempting to swallow your thoughts and your sobs and your oncoming tears. As you flood his bed with apologies, Yoongi keeps wiping them all.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âNothing to be sorry for.âÂ
âIâm really sorry.âÂ
âBabe.âÂ
âYou told me so many timesââÂ
âBreathe, angel.âÂ
You blink at the change in name, and it makes you focus just a bit stronger. Floating down from the precipice.Â
âI wasnât kicking you out,â he slowly explains, kissing sweat from your forehead. His words feel like a calm, rock-filled river over your eyes. âI felt like an idiot and hated you seeing me like this.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
âJust⌠Like this.âÂ
âYouâre perfect like this,â you hitch out, not caring about what flows out of your mouth. âSo perfect. Always to me. I just wanted to help you, baby, Iâm so sorryââÂ
He hugs you so tight more tears squeeze out.Â
And so do more confessions, âI⌠I care about you. I think a little too much. If I lost you, I wouldnâtâbe ableââÂ
âIâm here.âÂ
âSo please donât push me away.âÂ
âI wonât.âÂ
âI know you donât make promises butââÂ
âI promise.â Without an ounce of doubt, Yoongi places a firm, lingering kiss on your temple. âPromise. Fuck.â As he holds you tight, you feel him shake before you hear the tiniest sniff at your ear.Â
Oh. He doesnât need to be like this, too. You try to move your hand up between your bodies to comfort him, but your whole limb feels gelatinous. So you simply whisper, âItâs okay, baby.âÂ
You canât tell how long you lie like this, with his beautiful weight on yours. But time is irrelevant when your mind is unwinding from hours of whirring, starting to finally accept the fact that everyone is okay and you donât have to be angry anymore.Â
âCome on,â Yoongi rasps, voice cracked and airy. âLetâs go.âÂ
âHmm?âÂ
âShower.âÂ
âOh. Okay.âÂ
Youâre so thrown and dizzy from what just happened that even getting to the bathroom is a blur. What you kinda feel is Yoongi holding you upright when your legs buckle, but you donât remember when he leaves your side to turn the water on.Â
As he flips on the light, your eyes squeeze until they adjust, and you watch as he tests the water while fully clothed. Air conditioning starts to give you a chill, but the shower warms up just in time because he reaches out to guide you inside.Â
Wait. Is he not joining you? Bleary, you grab at his shirt when he steps away, eyes pleading. âAre you coming in, too?âÂ
Yoongi stops before he gives a shake of his head. âIâll take mine when youâre done,â he says through a slight smile. âWeâll take care of you first.âÂ
That doesnât make sense. Even in your depleting haze, you know something doesnât add up. âYou can join me now. I donât mind.â When you try to lift his shirt, Yoongi visibly flinches when you brush over his ribs.
And all the murk around your head vanishes in a snap.Â
He kept his shirt on that whole time. Not once did your positions allow you to see his upper body fully. And now heâs not gonna get in the shower or take his shirt off?Â
Your voice lowers two octaves when you reach full clarity. âLet me see.âÂ
Unblinking, Yoongi tries to back away, âDonât worryââÂ
âLet me see it, baby,â you command, breath cut until he finally allows you to lift his shirt up holy fuck those injuries look so painful tears prick your eyes. âOh, my god, YoongiââÂ
âIâm fine.âÂ
âYouâre hurt.â You feel these wounds deep in your ribs, and you tell him to get your kit what the hell he fucked you while feeling those?Â
Attempting to alleviate your stress, Yoongi decides to strip fully and step into the shower, ignoring your pleas to grab your med kit and promising you can take care of him when youâre done washing up.Â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â
âYes, doll.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âPromise.âÂ
And when his arms wrap around you, this is when you finally let go. Huge, chest-wracking sobs echo around tile, and Yoongi stays quiet through your cathartic release.Â
Thereâs another reason you were so upset. And it has nothing to do with any of them, but with yourself. The main reason youâve been so riled up and frustrated is because⌠This is technically your fault, too.Â
But, unsurprisingly, he wonât let you take any blame whatsoever.Â
âYou got hurt cus I said to play.âÂ
âNope.âÂ
âI wore the outfit that day.âÂ
âDoesnât matter.âÂ
âAnd lost my friends at the club.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
Sniffling in quick succession, you think about one other option. Some form of closure that can double as compromise. Voice soft, you suggest the last resort you have,Â
âHow about we share it.âÂ
Yoongi blinks twice before he clarifies, âYou wanna share the blame?â When you nod, he huffs through the tiniest smile of confusion. âMm. Then itâs our fault.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
After shaking his head, he closes his eyes, molding his forehead with yours. âWhat are you doing to me.âÂ
A sniffle. âWrecking your water bill.âÂ
His laughs join yours as you barely get your sentence out before giggling, and to feel him so close and present and here makes your worries slink down the drain.Â
Hands trace down your arms, walking along falling rivers before creating ponds with your fingers intertwined. âGonna clear me out someday.âÂ
âDuh.âÂ
Heâs himself again.Â
And after a whole night of chaos, you feel like yourself again, too.Â
Thatâs all you both need to feel peace.Â
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You keep that tranquility carrying you through his room, peeking into his closet to grab the biggest shirt and sweats you can find before drying your head.Â
But no matter how much water you can dry, your body will keep being washed in relief. And itâs the calmest feeling, watching as Yoongi does the simplest things near his bed.Â
Your lips curve when he pulls up his pants; your heart beats when he grabs a tee. Itâs in this moment that you admit that these outfits of his are your favorites, and you gravitate to him as he slips cotton over his damp head.Â
âCome on,â you softly offer as you turn. âIâll make food and get you some ice.â
Again, Yoongi just stares with a faint smile. But his eyes are alive again, so youâre more than fine if he just follows your lead without a word.
In the kitchen, you pause amongst the appliances, the cabinets watching as you utilize your phone to find a good recipe. âWhat shall we eat⌠Stew? Or, waitââÂ
Looking up, you eye him in thought before choosing to focus on something else. âActually, letâs figure you out first.âÂ
Opening yet another tab to add to your hundreds, you type away before selecting a good starting point. âOkay, letâs see. Youâre breathing fine, so no bruised ribs. UmmâŚâÂ
Scroll, scroll.Â
âIt looks really bad there, though. You sure you can move right?âÂ
Despite asking, you go right back to your phone before Yoongi can even respond. Scrolling and clicking and reading again.Â
Scroll, scroll.Â
âOkay, so no bruised ribs, and according to this you donât have any broken bones. And nothing fractured, either, thank godââ
âI love you.âÂ
Time bursts.
Your chest glows.Â
Everything starts to beat, beat, beat in slow motion.Â
And you donât even feel like youâre in the room anymore. ââŚWhat?âÂ
You need to hear it again. You need to need to need to, because if you heard him wrong, you will check yourself and bolt right out the door.Â
His eyes.Â
Despite the battlefield on his skin, they are dripping, and sparkling, and full. The whole world suspends as he stares right into your soul, caressing it with his wounded hands and cradling it in his bruised arms.Â
No matter how hard the moon will tryâfor years, and years, and years moreâit will never outshine this single, shaken, solidified admittance.Â
âI love you, doll.â
You donât know what to do. You donât know what to fucking do.Â
Why is Yoongi saying this now? Why is he choosing now of all times to make you the happiest person in the universe?Â
No.Â
Happiness isnât even close to what you feel and youâre pretty sure youâre crying but nothing makes sense and your vision plunges under sunlit waters.Â
âAnd you donât have to say anything. I know I donât deserve to.âÂ
What?
âI canât be everything you want. Or need. Or whatever the fuck Iâm trying to say. But I just needed you to know because I canât fucking fight this shit anymoreââÂ
You lunge forward before he offers his last syllable, careful to avoid his wounds and not mush his face because he would do the same for you.Â
And itâs all too much tonight. The lingering fear, the dying anger, the floods of relief, the joy. You canât stop your sobs from coming out in bursts, your whole body wracking with overwhelming emotion as he grits into your skin,
âGoddamn it, Iââ
âYoongiââ
ââso fucking much.â
Yoongi loves you. Heâs here. He loves you, loves you, loves you and the beats of your heart pulse orange and blue, blue, blue.Â
Nothing will ever compare to this moment. Nothing. You will bottle this one up in a jar to place next to all the others you have stored, and when you are lonely, or hurt, or even when youâre doing just fine, you will uncork it to surround yourself with this memory and know that everything will be okay.Â
He loves you.Â
Fuck, he loves you?Â
You choke out his name with a sob, and he squeezes you even harder. When you canât reply with anything else, he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder, his tears taking root and blossoming into beautiful vibrant fruit all along your rib cage.
He loves you.
Why canât you seem to say it back? What the fuck is wrong with your tongue?
Maybe itâs because saying it doesnât feel like enough. Like itâs laughable that there are words for this feeling because they donât nearly represent what you harbor in your very being for this man.Â
Thereâs no way any words are enough. Not for him. Nor for you. Because right now, Yoongi needs something more. And youâre going to give him more than everything.Â
âYoongi, Iââ
He captures your lips in his, and you let him push you against his counter and consume you everywhere he wants to. Between his claims, your sobs have room to breathe. Which makes for a horrible showing of your attempting to say what you want to. âI⌠I canât⌠Yoongiââ
Fingers press into the back of your head, a forehead smushing into yours and shutting you up completely. âIâm sorry,â he says, words rolling down the tracks your tears have walked. âI wonât ever be able to say that enough.âÂ
âBaby,â you hiccup, resting a hand over one of his. âItâs okay.âÂ
âItâs not.â
âIt is.â You squeeze his hand, feeling the lovely digs of his knuckles in your palm. His scent wafts around you like an embrace, and you know thereâs nothing quite like it. At all. âYouâre okay, so Iâm okay.âÂ
After he plants a warm kiss on your temple, you feel his hands ball into fists at your ears. âI justâfuck.âÂ
Thereâs no telling what heâs thinking about in that brain of his. But you need him to know that thereâs nothing more for him to be sorry for. All you care about is that heâs present, responding, and himself.Â
âBabe,â you whisper, still not believing those three words coming out of his mouth. âIâm here.âÂ
âI know.â He sighs, smushing into your lips and holding you so tenderly, yet so tight. As he laps at your tongue, youâre more than sure he can taste your rainfall.Â
None of this is real. Because you canât believe it at all. Even as Yoongi continues his journey across your neck, your shoulders, your jaw, your face, you still canât piece together that this is truly happening.
When you feel him hard on your pelvis, you remember that he didnât get the same release you got earlier. But youâre not gonna be the one to suggest going again, all of this will be what he decides.Â
And what Yoongi decides is to pull you closer, breathing you in while you do the same. His kisses are never ending, and your hands roam languidly along his shoulders, his hair, stretching across the expanse of his back. One that has held the weight of the world and then some.
His name leaves your mouth in a sigh, your back arching as softly as the kisses being planted along your breasts.Â
âIf you only knew,â he whispers, laughing to himself as he wraps an arm around your side.
âKnew what?â
âNothing, babe.â You gasp into his next rough press to your lips. âYouâre soâfuck.â
You said youâd let him lead. But as Yoongi starts to walk you into his bedroom again, you think about his injuries and feel more concerned after knowing theyâre there. So you quietly stop him as you reach his bed, âAre you sure?âÂ
âIâll be alright, doll,â he whispers, lowering you down and smiling so tranquilly your heart lurches. âAs much as I think you enjoyed the first time, this time will be better.âÂ
Giggling, you fight the heat from searing your cheeks as you smile. âYou enjoyed it more than I did, I think.âÂ
âI donât think so.â Yoongi smirks, getting up. âLemme get a condââÂ
âItâs okay,â you halt him with a hand, and he freezes.Â
Full stop. No movement. Not even a breath. â...What?âÂ
âWe donâtâŚâ You swallow, stomach fluttering at his expression. âWe donât have to this time.âÂ
Because Yoongiâs eyes have not left your face. âYou sure?âÂ
Then something causes you to smile. Knowing that if thereâs anyone you want to do this with, itâs this man right here and now. Thereâs genuinely no one else in the world with whom you would wanna share this experience, and the fact that heâs still asking makes you emotional.
Cradling his face with the most tender touch you can imagine, you confirm, âJust for a little bit.â And you add something you think he needs to keep hearing. âI trust you.âÂ
Gulping down any extra emotions spilling from your heartâs chalice, your words come out a little wobbled. âAnd I want to, if you want it, too.âÂ
âI want what you want, doll.âÂ
âThen itâs okay.â Â
Clothes on or off, you still feel so shy underneath him.Â
But this time, you vow to shove those feelings of unworthiness to the side. Because you are fully invested in this moment above all others. And Yoongi deserves more than you can give.Â
When he slowly tugs his sweats from your legs, youâre already choking back tears. As he climbs on top, you await the connection you never in your dreams wouldâve imagined.Â
And when Yoongi stares at you one more time, you know exactly what heâs asking.Â
âYes, my love,â you wisp into his skin, craning up to kiss him and swallowing his last slice of doubt. Knowing youâll say it again and again and again.Â
His brows pinch as he kisses youâslow, purposeful, understanding. Then he positions himself, and you can physically feel his hand brush your cunt as he does so. If he ever asks if you felt him shake, you will deny it. But only for a year or two.Â
As soon as you feel himâonly him, solely himâyou swell with a current of emotion. And it pulls you all the way under when heâs fully sheathed inside.Â
âHoly fucking shit.âÂ
âYoongiââÂ
âFuck.âÂ
Simply having him inside, with no barriers or obstacles in between? Youâre already close. Thereâs no early explanation, but you already feel overwhelmed enough to come.Â
No no no. You want this to last forever, so you wait for Yoongi to gather himself because he appears to be fighting, too.Â
Chuckling, you ask, âYou good, baby?âÂ
And your lover snaps his gaze to your face, bangs sweeping across your cheeks and eyes unblinking. âYeah, just...â He stares at your inquisitive expression before whooshing out a harsh breath. âJust this is about to make me bust.âÂ
You burst into laughter before admitting you were just thinking the same thing, and his slow grin makes you want to cry. âWeâre not good at this.âÂ
âNo. Youâre too good at this. I canât even move.âÂ
âYes, you can,â you whine. âYou wreck my shit all the time.âÂ
Feeling a twitch more prominent than ever, you giggle as Yoongi puffs out pained amusement. âDoll, if you keep talking like that, Iâm pulling out.âÂ
âOkay, okay,â you surrender, loving how out of sorts he seems. Heâs fighting for his life and youâre enjoying the hell out of it.Â
âYouâre a little too perfect right now.â
Maybe one day you will agree with him. But that day is far from reach, your head shaking in quiet disagreement.
âYou are.â
âNowhere close,â you whisper.
His nose brushes against yours. âSay that again and see what happens.â
âIs that what you tell all the others fuck!â
His shove up your cunt makes you see stars. âWhat did I fuckinâ say?âÂ
âWhatââ
Another launch has you careening through space, lip bitten and suppressing a hearty whine. âYou think thereâs someone else?â Again. âHmm?âÂ
Again.Â
Youâre so dazed and mind-fucked to pieces that your speech is barely audible. But your chin is grabbed as youâre snapped straight, and your eyes try their hardest to focus on slitted ones above. âYouâre gonna regret saying that.âÂ
You just laugh, whine pinging sharp into the ceiling as he shoves forward so hard your whole body shifts upward. âOh, yeah?âÂ
Yoongi doesnât respond with words, thrusting up again and sending you twisting and winding towards the edge unbelievably fast. âUh huh.âÂ
âMake me then,â you gasp out. âMake me really sorry.âÂ
The sound Yoongi makes comes from deep within his stomach, the rumbling hum shooting right into your veins like liquid fire.Â
And the full-on attack he bursts into renders you completely speechless. Everything Yoongi does pulls you deliciously in all directionsâhis thrusts, his chain hitting his chest, his grip on your wrists, the way he snags your chin. Everything.Â
âTaking me so well like this.âÂ
âIââ
âSo fucking tight.â
Fuck fuck fuck itâs habitual for you at this point, and you unhinge your jaw a split second before he smacks the side of your face. Desire lowers your lids halfway as you feel empowered, and you donât even recognize your voice as you order him on the spot. âDo it again.âÂ
Yoongi doesnât stop his pace as he keeps his eyes on you.Â
âDo it again,â you growl, fully limp and a groaning mess when he does exactly what you want.Â
Fuck, the pain feels good. So good that you reach up and choke him out. But the back of your head is grabbed before you feel hungry lips smash into yours. You feel your wrists pinned again by one large palm, air chilling for a moment before a hot mouth captures one of your nipples. âOh, fuck, Yoongi!âÂ
âUh uh.âÂ
âPleaseâpleaseââÂ
Youâre still tensing as he devours your chest below his shirt, strokes now slower but just as powerful.Â
Your arms still havenât been freed, but thereâs something about being under his control that has you loving this position. Without question. Maybe itâs the fact that you can see him now, losing himself just as he saw you washes in the throes of passion.Â
And he licks, sucks, lolls his tongue all over your tits, whispered praises sinking through your bosom as he keeps a grip on your wrists.Â
âBaby,â you gasp. âIâm close, IâmââÂ
âShit.â Air whooshes over you before you feel your arms freed and him yank himself out, and you freeze as he unloads right on your stomach, a sharp cocktail of pride and shock in your gut.Â
Holy fuck, Yoongi was that close? Did he hold out as long as he could? Shit, heâs breathing so hard his jewelry shakes as it dangles.Â
Youâre still so surprised that your arms are still locked into bends, and he glances up at you from his kneeled state. âFuck,â he laughs, and is that⌠Is Yoongi shy? âThought I could hold out.âÂ
âNo, no, itâs fine,â you assure through your own tiny chuckle. âOh my god, I promise.âÂ
He leans down to plant a heart fluttering kiss on your lips, but you hate how he looks pained on the way down.Â
Those hits he took⌠Now you kinda understand his perspective. Because now you want to avenge him in five hundred thousand waysâalmost half as many ways as you want to show him how you feel.Â
âStay there, beautiful,â Yoongi orders as he moves to get off the bed, wincing in passes. âIâm not done with you.âÂ
Damn. He looks even more exhausted than before. âBaby, are you sure?âÂ
But Yoongi walks right to his bathroom to retrieve a towel, and your eyes may as well transform into hearts when you watch him come back to you. So handsome, even now. Even when heâs simply holding a washcloth, hair completely mussed, soul sparkling and face bruised.Â
As he sits to clean your face before moving to your stomach, you can only observe his eyes. So experienced. Calm. At peace. When they drift to yours, itâs instinct that has you shying away. âWhat, love.âÂ
Another reason to crumble inside. âI just⌠nothing,â you whisper.Â
And Yoongi finishes with the cloth before tossing it somewhere. âTell me,â he says, lying down on the ribs with more damage. âI wanna know.âÂ
âCome on this side,â you tell him, and he obliges without a word. âItâs a secret.âÂ
âA secret?âÂ
âMmhmm.âÂ
Yoongi settles before lifting your chin, rubbing an affectionate thumb over any tears still persevering on your cheeks. âI can keep those, you know.âÂ
Smiling, you fold way too easily. âOkay, Iâll tell.âÂ
When he leans in, your nervousness and excitement to tell him almost spoils your ability to do so. Like someone gifting a present while wanting to say what it is before itâs even opened.Â
âI love you, too,â you whisper, tears sprinting to your ducts as Yoongi freezes. When he looks at you, you canât help but choke on a sob seeing his eyes get as red as the marks on his cheek. âAnd you deserve more than I could ever give.âÂ
His eyes hold the heavens and the seas.Â
Youâre right. Just saying it isnât fucking enough.
Youâre already liplocked again before you can think, saltwater on your face and you donât even know whose eyes it came from.
Determined, Yoongi starts kissing a trail from your lips to your jaw, and you start to cry as he makes his own journey down the expanse of you.Â
All of you.
Is this what it feels like? Is all of this actually, genuinely real?
You hope so, because you feel devotion in each press of his lips, and every touch will be remembered in its own right. Its own pocket of time.
Every single stop.
It almost feels divine when his mouth reaches your folds, lapping at your essence and swirling around your clit. When you say his name, Yoongi says nothing, instead palming your thighs and eating you out like he has all the time in the world.Â
Swelling, you already feel close.Â
But the way he gets you to fantasia is so natural that you slide into your quivers seemlessly. The transition into your heaven flows like a stream, and your waves engulf his tongue and coat his mouth without trouble.Â
This is what it feels like. What it feels like with Yoongi.Â
And you wanna keep making love until only sleep can take you from him.
Your hands jut into his hair, gasping as he keeps his pace, and no matter how you squirm he is dead set on holding you down until holy fuck youâre coming again.Â
How? Whatâs happening to you? This constant stream of release is shocking you to the point of crying out, and Yoongi groans into your orgasm and prolongs it with the whole press of his tongue.
âHoly fuck, babyâ!â Another wave overcomes the next, and you outright quake in his hands, eyes rolling and vision blinking white. Muscles lock as you canât keep up with the pleasure, and youâre mercilessly let go only for lips to descend on yours.
Your tears spill into your ears as you kiss him back, wrapping tired arms over his shoulders and raking in deep.Â
âFuck.â And you feel his cock lodge against your entrance, and youâre amazed how hard he is again.Â
Does he want what you want? Is he ready again?Â
As Yoongi quietly gets up to get a condom, youâre amazed that he wants to keep going after everything thatâs transpired. But, if he feels like you do, heâs ready to keep going until the sun comes up three whole times.Â
When he sits next to you, your better half appears shy as he bites the wrapper. âDonât take this the wrong way.â
âOh, I already know.â
âK. But god, I fuckinâ want to.â
You bite your lip to hold back your smile, remembering what he said a long time ago and bringing it back full circle for the next thing you both wanna try. âOne day.â
Yoongi only grins.Â
And for the next hour, your lover, your secret, your home gives you everything he has, and you come for him more times than you ever have in your life.
Every time, he drags your pleasure out, expertly tearing you down with his movements and building your confidence up with his words. He tells you youâre perfect, and he disagrees when you disagree. When you find tears on your face, he kisses those away, too. When you feel along his silver, he simply watches you in silence.Â
No sadness, doubt, nor anger to be found.Â
After you physically canât do any more, Yoongi lies at your side, silent as you play with his hair. You do your best to stay still, not wanting to accidentally push into any of his injuries that youâre gonna beg him to get checked in the morning.Â
Once heâs healed? Thatâs when youâll never let go. Because you want to crush him into you completely. Mold into him, just so he can feel the brevity of your highest affection.Â
âIâm sorry for yelling,â you finally whisper. âBut I really was so mad at you. All of you.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âI donât wanna lose you.â
âIt wonât happen again.âÂ
âThatâs what you said last time.âÂ
Yoongi stares, seeming to withhold something from you before he palms your cheek. âThey were gonna follow us home if we didnât, babe,â he reveals, snapping your heart back in two. âWe all knew that.âÂ
âOh, fuck.â Everything hits you at once: why they stayed, why you and Taehyung had to leave. Why Tae didnât bring you straight back to the house. And the burns at your eyes match the searing in your gut. âI didnât⌠I didnât think about that.âÂ
When you start to cry, Yoongi sits up and hangs his head between his sweats. âYou donât need to think about shit like that,â he murmurs, sounding defeated as ever. âBut we talked after you told us off. We wonât hide that from you anymore.âÂ
Sniffling, you whisper out a thank you. But you donât want Yoongi to feel like he has to distance himself, so you untangle himâslowly, gentlyâ-before bringing him into your chest.Â
After dealing with all that and the tempest in his living room, this man still let you in. From the looks of things, thereâs a lot that he had been fighting, and youâre more than appreciative that he opened his door. Not knowing how to put these feelings into words, you say the first things that come to mind. And for some reason, they feel heavier on the way out,Â
âThank you for letting me in. It was raining really hard.âÂ
Yoongi stiffens hard before holding you closer.Â
âBabe?â
No response. Just another batch of weighted quiet.Â
Worried, you tilt your head. âHey. Look at me.â
If he stays right where he is, youâll have to respect that decision. But he ends up pushing himself up, and as soon as you see moonlight catch on a falling tear, all your instincts reach for him, âOh, fuck, come here.â
You surround him with everything you have, wanting every single bit of warmth birthed from his love to fill his space instead of yours. Whatever he needs, you will give. âItâs okay, baby,â you whisper, holding him so close but not nearly close enough.Â
Never close enough.
His face is buried in the crook of your neck, and you will let him live there whenever he needs to. âIâm not mad anymore, okay?â God, you hate how heâs still so silent. You get it, but you hate whatever made him default to this state. âIâm just glad youâre alright.â
After light rain fills the room, your soul breaks at a sniffle, and you crush your love even tighter.
âThis isnât about that, doll,â Yoongi finally whispers, burying wet eyes further into your shoulder. âItâs justâŚâ
Itâs what? Whatâs he thinking about? Hopefully itâs not anythingâ
âItâs so fucking better when youâre here.âÂ
When you choke out a sob, his body locks, words pouring from nowhere and everywhere. âI sleep better. Eat better. Fuck, I even feel better even if nothing else changes.â
âYoongiâŚâ
âItâs true.â Sighing, he sniffles again before letting his weight drop onto you in resignation. Or relief. âI mean that.â
âThen⌠Those three monthsâŚâ
âOne day, Iâll tell you everything,â he offers, making you wonder what the hell heâs been through in the past. And if it has something to do with that guitar he smashed to pieces. âBut from now on, you can be here whatever you want.âÂ
Many things have shifted tonight. As if an earthquake had upturned everything between the both of you, only peace has settled in its wake. A peace you had never felt before. As you brush fingers through his hair, you joke, âSo I can come to those parties you host, too?âÂ
âThose werenât my idea, by the way. Jimin made me.â Kissing your shoulder, Yoongi continues to admit, âHe was worried. And hoping you would show.â
Oh. Thatâs news to you.Â
âI knew you wouldnât. But.â He exhales before nestling in further. âI did hope to see you, too.âÂ
âItâs okay.â You rub the back of his neck, your fingers feeling nothing but warmth and the softness of his clothes. âIt wouldâve been too obvious.â
âWhat wouldâve.â
âThat I wanted you all to myself.â
âYou already have that.â
When you stiffen, your words are tiny. âYou know what I mean.â
Yoongi laughs soft, taking one of your hands in his and bringing it up for a kiss as you blurt, âMy brother was the one that invited me. To come to those, I mean.â
The way he blinks is comical. âHuh.â
âI know.â Itâs your turn to bring his hand close, kissing along his knuckles before you stare out the window behind him. âIt makes me wonder if he knows.â
âWhat if he does?â
You snap your eyes right to his. âDoes he?â
Yoongi watches your lips linger on his fingers before he tells the truth, âNo.â
âOkay. But youâre sure I can stay?âÂ
âWho do you think you bought those groceries for?âÂ
Oh. Wait. âWhat?âÂ
Grinning so sly, Yoongi reveals the plan he had all along, âI get you for a week, right?â
Oh. Holy shit. You cannot quite possibly deal with what this man is saying. That whole time you were shopping for his list⌠No wonder he was already done with dinner when you got there oh youâre gonna get him back for that.Â
Light bursts from your center as you grit out through a grin, âYou sneaky littleââ Pulling his tilted mouth in for another kiss, your heart pulses little pink stars as he leans in with a laugh, and you meet lips again and again until he slowly, reluctantly stops.Â
âOne day,â he murmurs out of nowhere, and you flick your eyes to his. âIâll be better.â
Of course he will. You have no doubts. But, just like he always does for you, youâre gonna start offering the same reassurance out loud, even if he knows itâs there.Â
And you canât contain your little laughs at your own joke, despite him just staring into your face right after you crack it, âDonât make it just one day, silly.âÂ
Even if youâre very serious, itâs in your nature to lighten things up. Especially after hearing such wonderful news for whatâs coming. Clutching a little bit of his shirt, you whisper with complete devotion,Â
âWeâll make it as many as we can.â
You hate how you feel him freeze, knowing what that means, what plaguing little thoughts are embedded in that tiny shift.Â
Yoongiâs still hesitant to accept.
Because you are, too. In many ways. But this man has been picking you up and making you stronger day after dayâin both his presence and absenceâthat you canât help but fight to do the same.Â
Does he ever think about you? Does he know that youâll always be with him? No matter how close or far apart you are? You hope so. Because itâs so true that your heart is searing that promise into your soul, branding it as a reminder to reciprocate all this genuine love youâve never been given before.
He loves you?
You still canât accept that as fact.
âŚMaybe one day.
You chuckle to yourself, deciding to keep talking because Yoongi is still so very quiet. âAt least. Until the day I get to meet my cat,â you huff in triumph. âThen Iâm running away with her.â
Itâs a perfect strike of a match. âOh, yeah?â
âYeah.â You pretend to pout. âBut Iâm starting to think she ran away already and you wonât fess up.â
Yoongi laughs so suddenly you flinch. After a playful scoff, he tries to make you feel better, âSheâs still here!â
âLies.â
âHow much are you betting, doll.â
âHow much are you willing to lose, babe.â
âThis much,â he finally says, pinching your sides and hissing laughter when you scream. âMaybe Iâll make you leave after all if youâre gonna be a problem.âÂ
âYou did threaten to kick me out before.âÂ
âHuh? When?â
âThat day I showed up,â you remind him through a chuckle. Thrown back to that first night, you start to see all the parallels between then and now. And how vastly different things have become. âSaid you were gonna kick me out for hustling you.âÂ
The glorious laughter from the depths of his belly makes you grin, and you cringe when his brows pinch in both laughter and pain. âI shouldâve!âÂ
He needs to get those hits healed. âYou really shouldâve.âÂ
âPlayed me from the very start. You happy with yourself?â When you nod, Yoongi shakes his head. âCourse you are.âÂ
âYou love it.âÂ
âI do.â Your eyes meet, which proves dangerous for you because he bites his smirk before pulling you in for a kiss. âThought I was gonna say it, huh.âÂ
âNo!â You lie. Because no, you certainly were not! ââŚMaybe.âÂ
âGuess what.âÂ
Suddenly paranoid, you give him a look, already expecting to be tricked again.Â
But Yoongi captures your lips without warning, curling your toes into sheets youâre now achingly familiar with. After a few passes, he shifts above, planting a hand at your side and letting his chain slide against your chest as he slots a leg in between yours.Â
Yet again, you think about that first night, that first time. The first of apparently, surprisingly, wonderfully unexpectedly many.Â
Who wouldâve thought rain and a broken ego would bloom into something good? Who wouldâve believed a person so close to your roots would be your home?Â
As he lets up with one last slow stroke of his tongue, you whisper, âWhat were you gonna say?âÂ
At this, Yoongi spreads closed lips, taking his time planting a peck on your nose. âI just fucking love you, doll.âÂ
Oh. Heâs a menace and the most annoying tease on the planet.Â
When you canât do anything but flee into his chest, Yoongi immediately laughs, forcing you back out of your little shell. âYou canât hide now, babe.âÂ
âI can!âÂ
Leaned forward in your struggle, you give him no choice but to swoop his head into your neck. Which backfires on you immensely because he decides itâs the perfect time to rasp deep against your ear, âI love fucking you, too.âÂ
His name flies out of your mouth in disbelief and embarrassment, and his heightened amusement puffs into the burning column below your chin.Â
This is the moment something comes over you. Slams into you. Washes you in present nostalgia like lingering footsteps on a balcony.Â
And it hurts. It really, really hurts.Â
Instead of laughing along, you come down from your high, squeezing him like the pillow that couldnât replicate his warmth for months. âI miss you.â
After a second, Yoongi questions, âHow? Iâm right here.â
You know that. You do. But with every hello thereâs a goodbye, and you donât want that this time. Especially now that your heart knows that his beats the same.Â
Breathy and shaken, you rest your head in his chest, hoping he doesnât hear but does at the same time, âI still miss you.â
Strong fingers weakly press into your sides, and while you canât see him, you know for a fact that his smile is gone. Because he also knows goodbye is coming again, and you canât stay here forever as long as this is all a secret.Â
You feel a sigh wisp over your head before words that make no fucking sense follow it out, âI canât do shit like this anymore.âÂ
âŚWhat?
No. No no no he canât be done just like that you both just confessed everything you need to fight say something anything anythingâ
âI wanna do this the right way.âÂ
Oh.Â
Yoongiâs chest⌠Itâs shaking.Â
Pushing yourself up, you search his eyes for answers. âWhat are you saying?âÂ
When he looks at you, thereâs a fire in his eyes that wasnât there before. Or maybe it has been there all along, and he only needed a spark to set it ablaze. âIâm saying Iâll tell him, doll. Just me.âÂ
Oh. Oh, shit. Didnât he say not yet? Didnât he say he needs more time? He said heâd figure it out what is with the suddenâŚ
Your tears are automatic as Yoongi roams his gaze from one eye to the other, and heâs swallowing before taking a step. A step you didnât think heâd make. One you didnât have the courage to take yourself.Â
When he utters the words, your soul lets rain fall just as the storm resides.
And right as moonlight shines through his blinds.
âIâll tell him everything.âÂ
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yandere! jeon jungkook x tae's gf! reader
warnings: yandere themes, college au, stalking, manipulation, cheating
yan! jungkook who when taehyung first introduced you to him, absolutely hated your guts and actually thought you were just using him as some of his previous girlfriends.
yan! jungkook who tries to dig up any dirt on you, just so he can show taehyung that he was actually right about you.
yan! jungkook who picks fights with you and never fails to show you how much he doesn't like you everytime he sees you, even in front of taehyung.
yan! jungkook who starts to stalk your social media all the time and actually finds out you are the most perfect human being.
yan! jungkook whose hate towards you quickly becomes love.
yan! jungkook who now picks up fights with taehyung all the time (not in front of you, ofc), telling him that he doesn't deserve you.
yan! jungkook who does a literal 180 and befriends you. you had some doubts, but jungkook apologized and delivered a very heart-warming speech about just being worried about his best friend.
yan! jungkook who starts to slowly sabotage your relationship with taehyung.
yan! jungkook who starts to plant seeds of doubts into your head about how loyal was tae to his girlfriends in the past
yan! jungkook who hacks (a.k.a. figures out his password) into taehyung's instagram account and follows bunch of random girls from your college.
yan! jungkook who tells you that taehyung is cheating on you with a girl from his english course. at first you don't believe it, but he tells you to look into his instagram following and that they follow each other.
yan! jungkook who cannot believe how fucking easy it was to make convince you to break up with taehyung.
yan! jungkook who watches in amusement as you yell at taehyung as he is hopelessly trying to convince you that he loves you and would never cheat on you.
yan! jungkook who comforts you when you are crying over the breakup and tell you that if he was your boyfriend, he would never do that.
#yandere bts#yandere kpop#yandere jungkook#yandere jeon jungkook#yandere jungkook x reader#yandere x reader#yandere male#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#bts jungkook#jungkook bts#jeon jungguk#jungkook ff#jungkook imagine#jungkook x you#jungkook scenarios#jungkook fanfic#jungkook#xxxbananasplit#yandere blog#jungkook x reader
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Could you do a morning wood verison for the maknae line
Morning Wood (maknae line)

âParing: BTS!MaknaeLine x GN!Reader
âGenre: reactions/headcannons, smut
âWarnings: male anatomy, unspecified reader gender, bodily fluids, depictions of sex
âWord count: 0.8k
âSummary: the maknae line reacting to waking up with morning wood
âA/N: thank you so much for requesting anon!! I probably wouldnât have gotten around to writing this if it wasnât for your request so I appreciate it <33 (also I didnât feel like making little banners for each member forgive me)
Park Jimin
This man has absolutely no shame
If he has a boner and the chance to take care of it, he WILL do it
He feels smug knowing youâre laying right next to him as he touches himself through his clothes
We all know heâs quite vocal so he wonât hesitate to moan if he feels good
The moment you wake up your eyes land on him, sprawled out on the bed, cock in hand as he plays with his nipples
Your mouth waters at the sight, he gives you a lazy grin and asks if you want to fuck (ofc you do)
Too lazy to get into a proper position heâll just pull whatever clothes are in the way to the side
Heâll do his best to hover over you, but he just ends up sort of laying on you while he humps into your hole like thereâs no tomorrow
He pushes your shirt up so he can mark along your stomach and tease your nipples
You canât tell who is more horny out of the two of you at this point
You buck your hips up into his and meet his thrusts, both of you trying to reach your orgasm desperately
Places his elbows next to your head so he can lean on them while caging you in
He slows down and starts thrusting as deeply as possible, pressing into your g-spot with every sloppy movement of his hips
Kissing along your neck he nibbles on your jawline, making sure to moan in your ear for good measure
He draws out both of your orgasms with the most painfully slow movement
When you do cum though, he makes sure itâs hard
He toys with all of your most sensitive spots while fucking his load into you, it leaves you shaking and blissful
Kim Taehyung
Heâs so polite and well manner he just couldnât do anything that could make you uncomfortable
He wakes you up gently and asks if you can help him with the sweetest look in his eyes
Without hesitation you lift your hips off of the bed so you can pull off your underwear and pajama pants in one motion, spreading your legs and giving him an inviting look
He scrambled to get between your legs, his hands shaking in excitement as he places them onto your knees
You leisurely begin to play with yourself, looking him in the eye while your fingers glide over your most sensitive spots
He pulls out his dick, immediately starting to pump himself
Pushing your hand away he replaces it with his own, beginning to jerk the two of you off at the same time
As the morning sun casts warm rays onto his face, you sigh in delight
When he feels as though he canât wait any longer to be inside of you, he spits down onto his cock to wet it and begins prodding at your entrance
He glides in with one swift motion, his dick fitting inside of you perfectly
He stays at a steady pace the whole time, preferring to draw out your orgasms slowly
Even though it takes a while to cum this way, it makes the moment more about feeling each others warmth and love than just cranial desire
When you do cum though, it spreads through you in waves, taking over your whole body till youâre clenching and squirming
He loves seeing you get like this, just staring down at your pretty face as you cum on his cock
Jeon Jungkook
His brain is so fuzzy from sleep and being horny he doesnât even process searching for your body through the sheets
He just grabs onto you and starts humping
No thought process or decision behind it, just pure instinct
They donât just call him a bunny because of his appearance wink wink
And who are you to deny the poor boy an orgasm?
You mad been awake when he started humping you, so you helped him by holding his hips and guiding him
Once he wakes up and realizes what heâs doing he gets really flustered
Hiding in the crook of your next and mumbling apologies as he places soft pecks onto your skin
You just shush him and continue making him get off with your body
This certainly isnât the first time you make him cum in his pants nor the last
#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts x gender neutral reader#bts smut#bts x y/n#bts x you#bts maknae line x reader#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader
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[ot7 x reader]

AGUST DUI đ´đĽ
7 participants - 7 online
âââââââââââ
tae: ok raise your hand if you think yoongi should of died in the crash
namjoon: why would you say that?
tae: jungkook raise your hand
jk: ok
tae: not in real life the emoji please
jk: ok sorry
wait how did you know i raised my hand in real life??
tae: just do it
jk: like nike LOL
tae: iâm going to skin you alive
jk: sorry
đđťââď¸
tae: why are you a woman
jk: gender is a construction
hobi: construct
jk: control
hobi: we are not playing a game
i am correcting you
jk: oh
tae: connecticut
hobi: stop
tae: i wanted to play :(
hobi: it wasnât a game can you read
jk: omg i know someone from connecticut
i think
jin: you have no friends donât lie jungkook
jk: no i swear i do
tae: he does
hobi: donât act like you know
tae: i know
hobi: who is jungkooks friend then?
tae: jungkook tell this idiot â ď¸
hobi: iâm asking YOU to tell me
jk: i donât know who it is
but i know
iâm going to go insane who is it ohmygod
y/n: jaehyun lmao
hobi: oh
jin: yikes
jk: iâm sorry
tae: how dare she lmao like she didnât just cook my first born alive by saying that name
jk: she typed it btw
tae: thatâs not the point jungkook
iâm throwing up
jk: ur right me too
iâm sorry iâm sorry iâm sorry
y/n: ???
donât be sorry
jk: >.<
yoongi: lol
jin: tf he laughing at?
yoongi: weâre always talking about jaehyun for some reason
hobi: be fr
yoongi: âŚ
y/n: shouldnât you be dead from the crash or something
tae: IM SAYING LIKE
jk: maybe heâs still drunk
hobi: LMAOOOO
yoongi: i did not crash
namjoon: he just fell over guys
yoongi: right
jin: ofc the bitch with no license is defending the other bitch with no licence
y/n: typical đ
yoongi: why do you know heâs from connecticut
y/n: what????
namjoon: uh??
jin: wasnât he JUST complaining about how much we talk about you know whoâŚ
hobi: kook was right this man is still off the juiceeeee
ha juice by shinee
iâm so funny wow
tae: if we think about it wtf is connecticut
what the fuck is that srsly
i hate that
what does that mean
america is so strange
another white thing i donât get
i hate white people
jin: ur borderline white
tae: wtf is wrong with you never say shit like that again
ur borderline old
ur borderline dying
AND ur paler than me
like wtf
this poc erasure
someone get him
jk: connecticut more like connectiYUCK đ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤˘
EWWUUUUUU đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Ž
hell on earth
yoongi: what
namjoon: ?
yoongi: are we talking about again
i just lost my train of thought
hobi: choo choo
y/n: chuu chuu
namjoon: jaehyunâŚ
jk: đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤˘đ¤Žđ¤˘đ¤˘
tae: AND we are talking about poc erasure if you even care
you probably donât
because youâre a racist
just like your father namjoon
jk: yoongi is older than namjoon
btw
tae: ok???
maybe i wasnât even talking to yoongi
jk: ok iâm sorry
tae: itâs ok son
hobi: who the fuck were you talking to then?
tae: well yoongi but like maybe i wasnât at the same time yk?
y/n: shut up
jk: yes
y/n: ?
tae: ok raise ur hand if you think hoseok is being unnecessarily mean to kim taehyung the 3rd today
namjoon: anyways
yoongi are you ok??
yoongi: yeah sorry my head is just all over the place rn
forget everything i said
hobi: is this due to your alcohol consumption
or is it your age getting to you LOL
since your old
older than namjoon
jk: older than namjoon
jin: jungkook is 27 btw
y/n: 23 forever
jin: thatâs almost 30 yk?
hobi: at least itâs not 31
ykâŚ
like you
jin: ok
jk: ok !!!!
namjoon: yeah i donât know what you wanted to get out of that oneâŚ
jin: kys
ALL of you
hobi: â¤ď¸
jk: love is love
y/n: awoman
jk: awoman
tae: if you all loved me you would send me a stack
hobi: notice how no money is being sent to your account
take that into consideration
tae: how about you consider my fist in you face
ok i take that back
hobi: donât
y/n: bryson tiller
tae: why not :(
you didnât even know what i was gonna say hobi >.<
hobi: namjoon tell him to shut up
namjoon: tae please
tae: yeah ok đ
cuz you know i do NOT want the smoke
he might do me like he did jaehyun đđđź
hobi: will you STOP bringing that up
tae: will you send me a STACK?
hobi: no
tae: then NO
namjoon: both of you stop
also where is jimin??
physically i mean
like do any of you know?
yoongi: y/nâs house i think
y/n: no heâs not??
tae: woah
jk: btw that is also my house yoongi
so y/n AND jungkookâs house
yoongi: y/n and jungkookâs house then
y/n: heâs not here
yoongi: but he was
y/n: how do you even know that??
yoongi: i just do
y/n: ok ????
yoongi: ok
jk: ok \ ^0^ /
tae: wait
jk: JIMIN WAS IN OUR HOUSE ?????
jin: keep up ohmugod
jk: LIKE PHYSICALLY IN OUR HOUSE
WHERE I SLEEP AT NIGHT???
y/n: he wasnât in my room no
if thatâs what ur asking
jk: BUT HE WAS HERE???
AFTER HE WAS SO MEAN SO EVIL?!
y/n: itâs been weeks i was gonna talk to him at some point ig
hobi: communication is key!
not key from shinee btw
jk: WHEN DID HE COME????
WHY DID HE COME????
y/n: he came a few weeks ago
august 6th ? i think
to talk about everything and apologise
jk: you let him in?
tae: LIKEâŚ
y/n: yes
jk: and where was i?
y/n: it was a wednesday so ur boxing class?
jk: iâve been staying back for those classes
so he came late right?
y/n: yeah
jk: did you invite him?
y/n: no he kinda just showed up
jk: and you still let him in??
y/n: yes jungkook
jk: why didnât you tell me??
y/n: i wasnât trying to keep it a secret or anything it just a lot
like a lot seriously
i wanted to give both me and jimin some time to process it all before we brought it all back to you guys
but i was going to tell you
all of you
jk: yeah but like itâs been weeksâŚ
namjoon: to be fair i also did talk to
jimin and didnât tell anyone
jk: namjoon
jin: also did that
hobi: u all know i talked to him soâŚ
jk: guys???
iâm confused like what he said was wrong but youâre all still talking to him
like everythingâs ok???
namjoon: he apologised to her kook
jk: FUCK HIS APOLOGY?????
tae you get it right?? you didnât speak to him right??
tae: no i get it
i get you
i understand fully
but i wonât lie to you
i DID speak to him
on the phone
only for 5 minutes tho
i counted
i just wanted to make sure he didnât yk like kill himself or somethingâŚ
you know jimin is weak like that
not calling people who commit suicide weak but like calling jimin weak cuz thatâs what he is
jk: TAE?????????????
tae: SORRY SUICIDE IS REAL YK?
AND LIKE IT DOESNT TAKE AWAY FROM THE FACT THAT I STILL WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE
i was just
uh
checking?
namjoon: you can say you were worried about him you know that
jk: SHUT UP???ÂŁ/8/8/8,&&:&,
NO HE CANâT
YOU ALL HAVE NO BACK BONE /ÂŁ2&/&&:&:
NO LOYALTY
HE BASICALLY CALLED Y/N A WHORE AND YOUR ALL FRIENDS WITH HIM AGAIN??????
LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?????
tae: NO IâM MAD IM STILL SO FUCKING MAD THE FUCK????
FUCK JIMIN I MEAN IT
jk: you are a liar
LIKE
guys whatÂŁ/ÂŁ/&/&:&:
i thought you guys were better than this ???
i thought you all cared
jin: donât be stupid
of course we care
jk: then act like it????
y/n tell them
y/n: jungkook
jk: tell them
in fact
jk added jimin to âAGUST DUIđ´đĽâ
jk: tell ALL of them
y/n: jungkook please
jk: y/n seriously
jimin: hey
jk: shut the fuck up
tae: dude
i know ur upset and angry but doing this rn isnât gonna solve anything
namjoon: heâs right jungkook
ur acting on emotion and not thinking properly right now
jk: IM not thinking properly???
was jimin thinking properly when he called her a slut and then ran away like a bitch?? was he????
namjoon: obviously not jungkook
hobi: but theyâve talked it out and heâs said sorry
jk: HIS SORRY DOESNâT MEAN SHIT
WHAT DO YOU GUYS NOT UNDERSTAND?
his fucking sorry means nothing
him saying sorry doesnât take back the words he said
or any of the hurt he caused
namjoon: jungkook like she told us theyâve talked about it and heâs apologised
i not sure what more you want
jk: I WANT YOU GUYS NOT TO MOVE ON SO FUCKING FAST??
I WANT YOU GUYS TO AT LEAST TELL HIM HOW FUCKED UP THAT ALL WAS
BOTH PUBLICLY AND PRIVATELY
he should be walking around eggshells around us rn
you guys should be giving him a hard time
not wondering where he is or whether heâs depressed or not
and you wanna know something?
after it all happened she cried for hours
hours
i have genuinely never seen her so upset
she told me not to tell anyone but i have to so guys can fucking understand
and the fact that we didnât even know that her and jimin spoke???
does that not bother you all?????
the fact that she was âso fineâ and âokayâ about the whole situation but didnât tell us that they had supposedly âmade upâ
tae: she said that she was planning on telling us
jk: yeah but she didnât did she? itâs been weeks
she said they spoke august 6th right?
we are quite literally in a whole new month
and you ALL should know that when she doesnât tell us things itâs because sheâs upset
you should KNOW her
and how she deals with things
you all claim to care but iâm yet to see how
you know i was really excited about this
we were all you know realising
and coming to terms with this
us
i thought that we felt the same
but this has shown me that you guys donât even feel a quarter of what i do for her
and you probably never will
the way that you all just took her word for her being fine and okay about the whole situation without actually genuinely checking in with her is insane and the way you all rushed to make sure jimin was ok was even crazier
i just
whatever
bye
â
as you can probably tell this was supposed to be released last month but i tried to adjust it as much as i could
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Unique đ Part 1

PAIRING: idol!Namjoon x OFC
SUMMARY: After overhearing something he shouldn't have, Namjoon promises to make it up to the bride by keeping her bridesmaid company during the rehearsal dinner party. What was supposed to be an unremarkable night became something so much more.
WORD COUNT: 20.8k
GENRE: strangers to lovers (bonus: Yoongi has a secret)
RATING: R (explicit)
WARNINGS: explicit smut, one-night stand but not really, light angst, Namjoon is a communication and consent king, protected sex, oral, fingering/handjob, toys, sapiosexuality, body worship, dirty talk, mouth riding, I think I can say switching (+ BTS being chaotic around RM and making him all embarrassed đ)
A.N. Part 1 stands as a one-shot, so I will post it here to complement all the snippets from Part 2. I just love this one bad and I'm not even sure I can do it justice in the sequel đŤ
A.N. I'm going to upload parts 2 and 3 here soon. Thank you, @eerieedits, for the banner!
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Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost. â Khalil Gibran
âWhenâs the last time youâve seen her?â
Jiminâs voice echoed in the corridor as the other six men followed him.
âBefore the tour, definitely,â Hoseok answered with a grin.
âRight?â Jimin asked, glancing at the others for confirmation.
âShe didnât even wait for us to have a bachelorette party,â Jin whined.
âOf course, she couldnât. She couldnât wait until the eve of the wedding.â Taehyung scoffed.
âWhy not?â Jungkook pouted with a raised eyebrow. They all stopped in front of the apartment door. âItâs what they do in the Hollywood movies, right?â
âShe canât attend her wedding with dark circles and a hangover.â Yoongi scoffed at their silliness. âThatâs a Hollywood invention.â
âBut she could have waited for us.â Jungkook pouted.
âAnd deal with BTS at her party?â Hoseok shook his head with a smile.
âYeah, this is way better, guys,â Namjoon finally intervened. Jimin rang the doorbell. âThis way, we have a nice drink with her before the big party, and it will be just us remembering old times.â
âThatâs right,â Hoseok agreed with a warm smile.
Jimin turned to them with a grin. âMaybe this is the time sheâll tell us all about the cream incidentââ
âUhhhh, wonât you look at the timeââ Yoongi suddenly stammered, turning around with the intention to walk away.
Jungkook and Jin grabbed him, blocking him while everyone smirked. They teased him about it, but it was short-lived. The door opened, and they all turned to greet the woman they wanted to meet.
âThereâs our bride!â
âOur Hyejin is glowing!â
âWow, you look so beautiful!â
âSo pure and fresh!â
She giggled with a wide grin, pulling her long dark hair behind her shoulders. âI spent the day at the spa,â she boasted, stepping away for them to come in.
They complimented her complexion and radiance for a long while before she shooed them over to the living room.
âWait there, Iâll be with you in a second.â
Namjoon was the last one in, and he stood around while the guys sat on the sofa and chairs in the living room. Their chat was nice until they noticed Hyejin was taking way too long.
âIâll go check on her,â Namjoon offered. He was already standing anyway.
âBring alcohol,â Jimin asked playfully, making the others laugh.
Namjoon grinned and shook his head at their goofiness, but before he could enter the kitchen, he froze.
âWe should finish our conversation,â a female voice said. What shocked him was not that he didnât recognize it, but that it spoke in English.
âNo, we should leave it for tomorrow. The friends I grew up with just arrived,â Hyejinâs tone was soft and hopeful. âI would like you to meet them.â
Whoever it was puffed. âI donât speak Korean, you know that.â
âAngieââ
âBesides, donât you think you should think about this before getting married?â
Hyejin released a deep impatient breath. âWe shouldnât speak of it right nowââ
âItâs in English, they wonât understand anyway,â Angie dismissed dryly.
Hyejin was pressing her lips. âYouâd be surprised. Actuallyââ
âStop trying to dodge the issue.â
Namjoon took a deep quiet breath, he should probably announce himself beforeâ
âIâm no one's reference in this, Hyejin.â Angie sighed. âBut you should obviously find what works for you, not try to fit someone elseâs ideal.â
âYou say that, but youâre every guyâs ideal.âÂ
Namjoonâs eyebrows twitched; Hyejin sounded upset. He wondered what they were talking about.
Angie laughed bitterly. âThat is so far from the truth!â Unbeknownst to Namjoon, she was shaking her head with a sour smile. âSure, in theory, every guy wants a girlfriend that enjoys and wants to have sex, but none like it when she has a bigger libido than they do.â
Namjoonâs eyebrows skyrocketed.
âHow big exactly are we talking?â Hyejin suddenly perked up. She was very persistent when she wanted to. âNo, letâs put a number on it. How many times have you had sex in the last month?â
Angie snickered. âExactly zero.âÂ
Hyejin was taken aback for a second, then she nodded. âOf course, youâre single.âÂ
Angie raised her eyebrows. âThatâs not why, thoughâŚâ
âAlright, then how many times did you masturbate in the last month?â
âMonth??â Angieâs brown eyes were wide. âHow am I supposed to count? Ahm, I guessâŚâ
Namjoon blushed and rubbed his face to hide his embarrassment. He shouldnât have been eavesdropping, but he wasnât moving.Â
âForget it then. What about⌠in the last twenty-four hours?â
âThree.â
Namjoon raised his head; that was a fast answer.
âThree?!â
Angie rolled her eyes.
âOh my god, just go and have sex,â Hyejin smirked. âLetâs go out, I'll be your wing woman.â
âItâs not about that,â Angieâs voice was strained. âWhat I truly crave is intimacy. Thatâs why once is not enough, the orgasms feel thin, as if something is missing. And to have sex, well⌠You know me, I need to trust the guy, to be able to have a conversationâŚâ
âYouâre too picky,â Hyejin had a playful tone.
âAnd here I was thinking I wanted the bare minimumâŚâ
Hyejin laughed and suddenly gasped. She had crossed the kitchenâs archway to find Namjoon standing there, out of sight, with his back against the wall. His eyes widened at being caught, his cheeks red as tomatoes as he opened his mouth to surely stutter an apology.
âIâm going to bed,â the voice from the kitchen said, and Hyejin turned back to look at her best friend.
She glanced at Namjoon for a split second, then smiled. âYou know I got your back, right?â
Angie smiled. âOf course, and I got yours. Youâre right. Letâs talk better tomorrow. " She rubbed her face and pulled her sandy-colored hair back. âIâm too tired. What time is brunch tomorrow?â
âEleven.â Hyejin smiled after giving Namjoon a stink eye so he would stay where he was.
He closed his eyes with his lips between his teeth, cursing his stupid curiosity. Hyejin was going to kill him.
âPerfect, I need to sleep my jetlag off. Itâs my only hope to look like a human being tomorrow.â
Hyejin chuckled at Angieâs playfulness and waved her goodbye. Angie left through the opposite archway to reach the corridor that led to the bedrooms.
Then Hyejin turned to the red elephant in her dining room with a harsh look.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to eavesdropââ
âI can trust that that conversation willââ
âIâll take it with me to my grave.â
âAnd the other guys?â
âWon't ever know about it.â
Hyejin took a deep breath and then eyed Namjoon from head to toe. The instant she saw him, she cursed her luck that the only BTS member fluent in English was the one who happened to overhear their conversation. But now⌠maybe that was actually a blessing in disguise.
âDo you really regret it?â she asked with a cocked eyebrow.
âYes, of course!â He sounded pleading. âI should have neverââ
âNamjoon! Ohââ Jin stumbled on them and stopped in his tracks. âWhat is taking you so long?â
Namjoon opened his mouth, unsure what to say, but Hyejin answered first. âHeâs helping me with drinks. Soju?â
âAnd beer!â Jungkook yelled from the living room.
Jin grinned at the maknaeâs request, then turned back to the two of them. âIâll helpââ
âNo, Jin oppa, itâs okay.â Hyejin smiled. âI was talking with JoonieâŚâ
Jinâs eyebrows raised. âWell, and I canât hear it?â
âItâs important,â her tone was sweet as she pouted, and Jin sighed.
âFine, Iâll leave you two be.â
Jin shrugged and left them, telling the others theyâd bring drinks soon. Namjoon and Hyejin were close, it wasnât weird that she wanted to speak with him alone.
She turned to Namjoon. âMake it up to me. To us.â
He frowned slightly but then nodded. âSure. What can I do?â
Hyejin licked her lips but then decided. âI would like it if you could be with Angie at the rehearsal tomorrow night and at the wedding.â
âBe with her?â he repeated, confused.
âYes. Well, you speak English fluently, and I donât want her to be left alone and uncomfortable.â Hyejin released a deep breath. âI know itâs a lot to ask, but I canât think of anyone else. Truth is, I was going to ask you about it tonight anyway.â
âItâs not a lot to askâŚâ he answered, scratching his chin. âIâm more concerned about the tabloids.â
âItâs my wedding, Joon. No freaking tabloids or media,â her voice was harsh, and he immediately regretted mentioning it. He knew how sensitive she was on the subject. âPlus, you donât have to be with her only, stay with the guys, too. Just donât leave her alone.â
He nodded with a small smile. âI can do that, donât worry.â
She smiled happily with one less worry. âConsider it your wedding gift,â she said playfully, waving for him to follow her into the kitchen. They did need to get drinks.
Namjoon laughed. âNo way, we already arranged something else.â His cute dimples showed, and she felt reassured. âJust donât stress about it.â
She started getting the bottles and cans out of the fridge and putting them on the counter when she suddenly remembered. âAlso⌠Iâll just say it to be sure. Donât leave her alone with my brother. He has always had a thing for her, and Iâm afraid it could escalate.â
Namjoonâs eyebrows jumped up, and a couple of thoughts ran through his mind. A look at Hyejin told him she could read him like an open book, and before he could apologize, Hyejin smacked him.
âJust because she has a big libido, it does not mean sheâll sleep with anyone,â she pointed out with frustration. âMy brother included. Heâs just a playboy, and heâs married. Do not let him get near her, do you understand? Heâll harass her, and I donât want fights at my wedding.â
Namjoon, feeling deeply regretful again for his callous thoughts, just nodded and promised to be good company for Angie over the weekend.
He just didnât know how to do it. He had never met her, not even seen her. He hoped he would get a glimpse of her before leaving, but throughout the night, it was just Hyejin and them.Â
He kept playing the words she said in his mind and wondered what kind of person she was. She was definitely the type to be good friends with Hyejin, otherwise, she wouldn't be staying at her house or have her request that favor of him.Â
His mind was already contemplating how he should approach her: should he apologize, should he give her some advice, should he be her wingman, should he just play it cool? He kept wondering about all those things, and by the time he entered the rehearsal dining hall with the rest of BTS the next night, he hadnât made up his mind.
Hyejin was at the entrance with her fiancĂŠ, who BTS knew well, so they greeted them well.
"So about that trackâ"
"No work talk at my party, please," Hyejin interrupted quickly, making her fiancĂŠ smirk and step back from Yoongi.
"Yes, dear."
Namjoon got close and hugged her. "You look so beautiful."
She hugged him back closely, and he knew she was nervous and overwhelmed.
"Will you do what I asked you to? " she asked, her smile hinting at anxiety.
"Of course," he assured her with warmth, rubbing her arms once soothingly.
She nodded. "Thank you. She'll be here soon. Just be yourself."
He chuckled and scratched his neck. "About thatâŚ"
But he didn't get the chance to ask. The arrival of more guests pushed them to get moving after a rushed photo with the bride and groom.
From then on, it was a mess for a while. Many people he knew approached him and the others for a chat, and he couldnât say no. However, he wasn't there to talk about work or pamper them. It was a celebration, and he had made a promise. He couldnât disappoint Hyejin and stress her even more.
The guys ended up splitting between the dancefloor, the bar, and their dining table. Namjoon grabbed his whiskey at the bar and got to his spot at the table by himself. He sat down and sighed; parties were not his thing, and he got tired quickly.
He placed his glass down and then noticed the names on the cards next to him: Jin on one side, Angie Wagner on the other. He blinked and leaned in closer to see. Would she sit next to him?
"So," a female voice he recognized sounded from behind him and made him turn. "On a scale of one to ten, how much did you understand the conversation last night?"
She pulled the chair to sit next to him, and he just stared. She was sitting in Angieâs spot, and he recognized her voice, so⌠Angie?
She was wearing a light lilac string dress that fell all the way to the floor. Her sandy blonde hair was braided in a hairdo, letting a few strands fall around her face and neck. Her eyes were brown and shiny. They looked incredibly astute, and he suddenly had the feeling he would not be able to hide anything from her.
She raised her thin eyebrows quizzically, and he stammered, âIâ Wellââ For a second, he considered pretending he had no idea what she was talking about, but then he gave up on it. âI believe most of it.â
She nodded. âMeaning all of it.â
He pressed his lips and looked down in clear regret. âHow did you know?â
âHyejin canât lie to save her life. She was obviously looking at someone, despite her attempts to deny it.â Angie sighed, looking around at the card names on the table. âAnd I heard you speaking in English before.â
She waved back at the bar, and he nodded while pressing his lips in nervousness. He guessed she could connect the dots.
âSo, are you thinking Iâm just a promiscuous Western woman, or can I still save some face?â
His cheeks warmed, but he chuckled. âI donât think being Western has anything to do with it. Youâre just freer to talk about it in Western countries, which I find a healthy thing." He looked at her, who was just attentively listening to him. Hyejin told him to be himself so he'd risk it. It was only fair after having learned such intimate secrets. âYouâd find equally promiscuous women here, they probably just hide it more.â
She pursed her lips, intrigued by his words, but they were interrupted by a waiter with champagne flutes. She took one with a small head bow.
âBesides, if I understood correctly, youâre not that promiscuous.â He pressed his lips. Was he really going to talk about this? âSomething about having standardsâŚâ
She laughed, and his dimples appeared. He was flustered and hot, but speaking with someone so earnestly was pleasing.
âSo you did understand everything!â She didn't look mad, she was grinning and sounded playful. âCan you tell that to Hyejin, though? I have a feeling she wants to âhelp meâ somehow when she doesnât seem to understand the situation.â
His eyebrows puckered. âHow does she plan on helping?â
âSomething about a guy babysitting me tonight.â She shrugged. âIâm sure she means well, but itâs not how these things work. Although I must admit, Iâd be bored out of my mind if you werenât here.â
âHow so?â He laughed to take away from his embarrassment, realizing immediately he was the 'babysitter'. He didnât know how to feel about it.
âWell, I wanted to make sure youâd keep that conversation private, and now Iâm pleasantly surprised that not only are you fluent in English, but you can actually have a conversation. I donât see a way to be bored now.â He nodded with his warm cheeks marked by his dimples. âAnd with a bit of luck, I can escape the so-called babysitter. I'm not sure I trust Hyejin's taste in men to meet my standards.â
He tried laughing, but it came out dry. Did he understand it right? Hyejin had implied to Angie that they'd⌠and she didn't trust Hyejin to choose someone, but it was him soâ
âDo you want some tiramisu?â she interrupted his thoughts after downing her champagne. He looked at her, confused, and she pointed at the walking dinner at the other end of the room. âIâm starving.â
He nodded and went with her, grabbing not only tiramisu but also other small bites. Then, he made a judgment call to keep his mouth shut about being the person Hyejin had chosen to 'babysit' her. That way, Angie wouldn't feel imposed on, and they could keep chatting amicably.
They went back to the table with their food and continued chatting. Some of the BTS members noticed this.
âWow, Joon made a friend,â Taehyung pointed out from the dancefloor in surprise.
Jimin turned and gasped dramatically. âReally?! Letâs go meet herââ
Hoseok stopped them both by getting in their way. âOh no, you donât. Let him be.â
âBut he made a friend! I want to know her too.â Taehyung pouted playfully.
âGuys, heâs talking to a girl,â Hoseok repeated, playing with his eyebrows.
âHe talks with girls all the time,â Taehyung remarked, confused.
Jimin smirked with a nod at Hoseok. âOhhhh, I see what you mean.â
âWhat?â Taehyung frowned.
âItâs a wedding weekend, people do crazy things.â Hoseok smiled intently at Taehyung.
âSo? Are you implying that our Joonie will sleep with that girl?â
âJoonie will sleep with a girl?!â Jungkookâs shocked gasp came from behind Taehyung, and Jimin quickly hushed him.
âShh, we donât know that,â he said, leaving Jungkook truly puzzled. Why was Jimin shushing him? The music was so loud!
âBut heâs so shy, thereâs no wayââ
âLetâs give him the opportunity,â Hoseok interrupted Taehyung.
âIt wonât hurt,â Jimin pointed out.
Jungkook pouted his lips. âIt will if she hurts him.â
The other three men shook their heads with a smile. âHeâs old enough, let him decide that for himself,â Hoseok said, and the other three agreed.
Namjoon was intrigued to talk with Angie about women's emancipation and the feminine movement. He had sought to educate himself about this topic but rarely got to talk about it. He was interested in learning a woman's perspective, or should he say a Western woman?
âThe thing is that itâs not because I believe in equality that I donât like things like chivalry or an actual man,â she pointed out with a deep breath that contained her frustration. âIn what dating is concerned, I would like a partner that doesnât fall into extremes, and I feel thatâs happening more and more.â
âWhat kind of extremes?â
âLike the woman is always right and can do no wrong, or women are bitches that donât accept men for who they are. Iâve seen both, I hate both,â she stated cleanly, then shrugged.Â
âThat really happens?â he asked, surprised.
âOh yeah.â She huffed, and his eyebrows jumped as he kept eating. âYou try to date for a few months, and it just becomes insufferable.â She chuckled, but he could see there was an inch of bitterness. âI truly just want a partner, an equal partner. I believe this to be a good standard, but none of my friends understand why itâs so hard.â
He nodded; he sort of understood her. He didnât hope to find someone who could stand by his side easily, and he wasnât eager to put anyone through the hardships that came with his lifestyle. But if he could choose, heâd prefer someone by his side, not beneath or above.
âLike my friends say I expect too much, that I should just date a genius from work.â Her tone was despairing yet scornful. âAnd itâs precisely why Iâll never ever date any of them. I mean, I know Iâm smarter than most, but I donât want a genius by my side. I don't consider myself a genius, despite popular belief.â
He was looking at her with wide and intrigued eyes. He opened his mouth, then backtracked â there was so much information to unpack there he wasnât sure about what to ask first.
âLook and behold, Mr. Namjoon.â She opened her arms with a cocky smile as if presenting herself. âYouâre talking with the youngest professor of Quantum Physics at MIT.â
His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened even more. âReally? Wow!â
She chuckled, closing her arms again and finally reaching for the tiramisu. âI know, I get that a lot. I'm surrounded by people who are pure geniuses in every sense of the word but lack everything else required for socialization. And me being a woman in the middle of men should sound fun, but it really isnât.â She sighed, with a spoon of dessert in her mouth. She didnât look very happy. âEveryone thinks I'm at a buffet when in reality, I wish I could go to a Michelin-star restaurant and have that one gourmet meal.â
She expected him to laugh at her analogy, but he nodded with a small smile overflowing with sympathy.
âI get you⌠I sometimes feel like the Michelin-star meal, but Iâm behind a glass case and canât interact with anyone.â
She raised an eyebrow. âYou consider yourself a Michelin-star meal?â
Her tone was playful, but he choked on his spit, blushing an intense shade of red. âItâs a way of speaking,â he tried saying between coughs.
She giggled and tapped his back soothingly. âIâm messing with you.â She waited for him to calm down before nodding. âThat must suck balls.â
He laughed, a bit more relaxed. âIt does, and it doesnât. I know I inspire a lot of people, as they inspire me. Thatâs why I⌠you know, Michelin-star mealââ She was looking at him with a mischievous smile, so he coughed to clear his throat. âAnyway. Itâs lonely.â
âWhat do you do?â she asked, cleaning her tiramisu cup with her spoon.
His eyebrows twitched for a second. She didnât know? She was friends with Hyejin, but she didnât know. Should he not tell her? But she surely knew who he was to Hyejin, so should he tell her?
He licked his lips. Be yourself.
âIâm a music producer.â
She whistled. âLike Hyejinâs fiancĂŠ, then?â He nodded. âRight, you must work with her father. I keep forgetting that she comes from the music world.â She laughed to herself. âBut anyway, lonely? How can that be?â Her pitch was high again and playful. âI imagine you have at least one girl every day trying to make a move on you to fall in your good graces and get that record deal.â
He laughed awkwardly. âI donât, and I would hate it if I did.â
âBecause youâre not into women?â
âBecause Iâm shy,â he answered quickly and firmly, looking into her eyes.Â
Her features slowly lost their teasing glim and sobered. âI wonder about that⌠youâre talking pretty okay with me.â
He nodded. âThere are⌠reasons for that.â
âSuch as?â
âYouâre Hyejinâs friend, and you donât want a music deal.â
She laughed giddily. âHow do you know? Maybe this is just us scheming or something.â
He couldnât help the smirk on his lips. âShe could get you something just as easily as I could.â
Angie hummed playfully and leaned into him, and he didnât move away. âBut maybe I'd prefer to be associated with the genius Kim Namjoon?â
He held her eyes with a raised eyebrow. He felt hot and proud at her words, which was unusual for him. Usually, heâd be the first to say he wasnât that big of a deal. He wasnât that great. He was honestly nobody. And as the seconds ticked, this truth came to light in his mind. He had to be truthful with her.
âIâm really not that great.â She tilted her head with a smile of who wonders about that. âIâm just a poet,â he added. He tried ignoring the burn on his cheeks. Why would he be that embarrassed? Maybe even that was untrue? âI⌠I just appreciate art. In all its forms. And try to do something with my thoughts. Thatâs it.â
He quickly reached for a sip of his whiskey, and then took a deep breath. He felt like he was stammering or vomiting his thoughts without reflection, what the hell was he doing? Why was he oscillating between being relaxed and so freaking nervous?
She smiled warmly. âIâm just teasing you.â She sat back, and he felt weirdly upset about being able to breathe freely again. âSo art. Whatâs your favorite kind of art? Excluding poetry and music?â
âItâs very difficult to choose,â he confessed. He looked at the table for a moment of absolute focus before answering. âI feel like right after hearing, my eyes are the next sense I rely on. So Iâm inclined to say anything visual. Anything that invokes things in me that reflect deep thoughts.â
âInteresting,â she said, creasing her forehead a bit. âWould you say it helps with your music?â
âIt definitely does,â he agreed instantaneously. âIt has helped me a lot to see my struggles reflected and shaped by the hands of so many artists. To see it given color or texture through other means than sounds or words.â He smiled, âI could never do it, but I recognize it because our struggle is the same, itâs human. Itâs very freeing in a way.â
Angie smiled softly. She was now totally focused on the man in front of her, sitting turned to him and supporting her head on her hand.
âI wish I knew more about art,â she confessed. His eyes locked with hers for a moment before he looked away with a smile. He was shy; she could see that. But he was also very intriguing. Definitely, the best kind of surprise that night or trip could offer her. She wondered if he understood what she wanted to imply with her words.
âItâs an infinite subject. Even I am still learning about it after years of interest.â His smile was kind. He licked his lips and looked at her again. âI could show you a few things.â
Her lips curved immediately. âIâd like that.â
He pressed his, looking away again. âI went to Europe once to tour many museums.â He turned to her with a smile. âI was in Switzerland for a few days and visited many exhibitions, then Paris, too. I can show you pictures if youâd like.â
She smiled. âThat sounds nice. I would have loved to see it myself.â
He sighed. âYeah. I couldnât see everything I wanted, I didnât have the time. I wish I could just go and spend a month or two there, really take in the places. The cultures. Theyâre so close to each other, but theyâre so different. I hiked Mount Rigi last time, but thereâs still so much to see in the Swiss Alps, and also in other countries.âÂ
He was so invested in sharing his thoughts that his eyes were shining. They were close now, and he didnât mind â quite the opposite. He was normally quiet with his entourage about such things, but with her, he felt accepted. She wasnât scorning or derisive; she was drinking his words out of interest in new things.
âYou should go and do it. Take time off, pause, and do what you truly want.â Her tone was serious. âLife is short. Everyone always told me Iâd have to fight tooth and nail to get somewhere and that Iâd get there in my old age. Well, Iâm nearly thirty and I feel like Iâve reached that place already. And it sucks.â She shrugged, reaching for her drink. âIt should feel fulfilling, but itâs empty. I look behind me and see what Iâve missed, what I sacrificed. I realize Iâve won the race, but thereâs really nothing to celebrate. And for as much as I may have gained, I became fearful of heights. Because now that everyone knows my potential, everyone would be disappointed if I didnât meet the quota for just one day. And then⌠the real loneliness would start.â
A hint of sorrow passed through her features quickly before she downed another champagne flute, and he nodded solemnly.
âThere must be something to celebrate. Though⌠the responsibilities⌠they follow us,â he said quietly. âEven if I wanted to pause and go, itâs just not possible.â
âIâm telling you it has to be, Namjoon.â Her eyes were shining, but she didnât hide them away. âThere has to be more to life than grinding, burning out, and chasing the idea of success.â She put her glass down, âI keep convincing myself that this is what I wanted, that it was an opportunity all along, that Iâm doing something great with myself, but am I?â She seemed to contain her tears of frustration. âI mean, sure, there is an importance to what Iâm doing. To what weâre doing. Iâm teaching and shaping young minds, and Iâm involved in projects that will advance our technology and understanding of the universe significantly. Youâre making music people love and inspiring them, like you said. Surely, all of it has meaning. But then why do I feel spent?â
She looked away with an anxious breath, and her eyes fell on Hyejin, who was laughing at the party entrance. That was what happiness looked like.
Her eyes turned back to him and his serious expression. She chuckled. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât be bothering you with my existential conundrums.â
âNot at all, I feel like⌠weâre different, but similar in many ways.â
She looked at him and they stayed in silence for a moment. The party and music were developing all around them while they found some sort of empathy in each otherâs existence.
âMaybe,â she acceded, with softening eyes. Her lips curved gently. âItâs not every day I get to talk about this.â
He was going to ask why, but he never did.
âAhh!â A yell sounded from behind them that had them both turn. The beautiful and glowing Hyejin placed her hands on their shoulders with a smile that could rival the sun. âIâm so happy you found each other!â Namjoon smiled politely, but Angie was furrowing her brow quizzically. Hyejin squeezed her shoulder. âSee, I told you you would like him.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Namjoon opened his mouth, but Hyejin spoke first, âWell, I know you didnât want a âbabysitterâ, but I chose the best as your company.â
Angieâs eyebrows jumped as her features changed just a little. She smiled with a hint of bitterness. âIndeed.â
Angie cursed herself mentally as she tried not to give her thoughts away. She should have figured the âbabysitterâ would be the same guy who eavesdropped, though she had thought more than one of her friends would speak English fluently. Hence, they could have been different people. Honestly, she just wanted to make sure heâd stay quiet about what he heard, but maybe the fact that he was cute and interesting clouded her judgment. Perhaps she did have unattainable standards. Perhaps she wasnât as bright as she thought she was.
Angieâs eyes shifted from Hyejin, who was called and looked away, to Namjoon, who looked worried. That was guilt, wasnât it? He knew about it; he just played dumb. He could have told her he was the guy Hyejin wanted her to meet, but he decided not to. Probably because he wasnât interested and didnât want to embarrass her. Well. She still was.
âIâll be back in a minute.â Hyejin smiled, seeing she couldnât avoid whatever problem was calling for her.
As soon as she left, Angie dragged her chair back as Namjoon spoke, âI can explain.â
âA bit too late for that,â her voice was stoic as she got up. âIf youâll excuse me.â
She turned to leave without a second thought. That was freaking embarrassing and utterly disappointing. Maybe she got too tipsy and confident? Maybe. Either way, she never had to talk to him again, soâ
âWait.â
She glanced at him, surprised he had followed her out of the party to the elevator lobby of the hotel, but she didnât stop. She pressed the button to call the elevator.
He stopped next to her. âWait.â He swallowed dryly, and she finally looked at him. She showed no emotions on her face, which twisted his stomach even more. âI didnât know what to say. The way you spoke about it made me feel like it was something bad.â
âBad?â She couldnât help but react to such a silly idea. âI told you I would never be bored with you, how is that bad?â
âIt isnât.â
âThen why not tell me?â
âI didnât want to pressure you. Thatâs why I chose to be the other guy. I wanted to be the guy you chose to come and find and chat with, not the one Hyejin asked to babysit you and that you didnât want to meet.â
She stepped inside the elevator, pressed floor seven, and then looked at him. She looked confused and hurt, and he just stood there waiting for her to say something.
âI guess youâre neither now.â
The elevator doors started closing, and he felt a rush. Time slowed â he had a decision to make. He never got to be with someone who understood him. He was always afraid of the backstabbing and image issues. Everyone was watching, and it was too risky to do anything. Everything relating to dating had been relegated to the last spot on his priority list, the furthest corner of his mind and heart. But right there, he could reach out for something that resembled what he always wished he could experience.
So he stepped inside the elevator at the last second, squeezing through the doors. Her eyebrows jumped in surprise.
âBut I could be both,â he finally said.
The elevator moved up, and she raised a skeptical eyebrow. He tried not to feel disheartened. She looked incredibly cold and unapproachable for the first time, and it saddened him.
âExplain.â
Despite her detached tone, he felt alive. âI could be the guy you came to find and who stuck around you because youâre interesting and captivating.â
Her lips twitched in skepticism. âYou donât have to work that hard, Mr. Kim Namjoon. I know Hyejin told you to look after me, but Iâm going to my room, where Iâll be perfectly safe by myself.â
He didnât hesitate. âIâm telling you the truth.âÂ
âAre you? You havenât exactly been the most truthful.â
He pressed his lips and looked down â that hit him. Hyejin had told him to be himself and lying was not something he ever did. Being dishonest was not like him, and it felt off.Â
Angie exited the elevator without saying another word, and Namjoon followed her quietly until she reached for a card to unlock her room door.
âThen let me,â he asked. She pushed the door open. âLet me be truthful.â
She stopped and turned around to face him. She was holding the doorknob in her hand, and the doorway was the line separating them. She considered his words for a moment, then nodded. It couldnât hurt to hear him out; she already felt humiliated as it was.
âIâm not just a producer,â he said, and she frowned very lightly. He was sure then she honestly didnât know who he was. âIâm an idol. Do you know what that is?â
âPeople that sing and dance and are idolized by teenagers?â She seemed confused.
He grimaced. âYou get the gist.â He sighed. âWe are very well known, so our lives are scrutinized, and it gets lonely.â
She shifted the weight from one foot to the other. âSo thatâs why youâre here? Because youâre lonely?â
He let out a tense breath. âIâm here because you are enticing. Your words, your mind. Youâre so captivating I could just talk to you all night to learn your ideas about everything the world has to offer.â
âYou want to chat?â
He opened his mouth, unsure about what to say. She removed her high heels, threw them inside, and then heaved a deep breath.
âI donât know what to think of you right now.â She admitted, then shrugged. âI figured you didnât say anything because you didnât want to give me the impression you were interested that way, and thatâs fine. But then why follow me here?â He became flustered, and she just shook her head. âYouâre worried about me complaining to Hyejin? I wonât. Are you feeling guilty? Youâre forgiven. Letâs just forget about all of thisââ
âThatâs not it,â he managed to get out.
âThen what is it?â
He opened his mouth and fought his words multiple times until he let go. âI donât want it to end.â
âWhat?â
âOur talk. Our interaction. You said you didnât get to talk about these things. Well, I donât either. And itâs so much more interesting because youâre not a musician or an artist, yet we feel things the same way.â He closed his hands as if he could grab the moment, then let them fall to his sides. Was he conveying the message properly? âWhat I mean is that thereâs a potential for a unique connection, for a unique moment. I want to seize it, just like I want to go to Europe and hike the Swiss Alps. Like you said I should. Just pause and do what I really want to do.â
She observed him in silence for a moment as she went over what he said.
âBut why didnât you tell me before? You could have just said it.â
His cheeks warmed up. âYou seemed to imply that Hyejin chose someone to⌠to sleep with you. I didnât want to scare you away, so I thought it would be best not to mention it.â
Her eyebrows puckered in confusion. âBut whatever reason Hyejin uses to choose you has nothing to do with you. You could have still just said it.â
He smiled and rubbed his face, embarrassed but sort of happy. âYouâre right, I should have.â
She wasnât smiling. âAll this just because you donât want to sleep with someone. Just say it next time and avoid the trouble.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â She groaned mutely, pressing her nose bridge. âNow if youâll excuse meââ
âNo, thatâs not it.â
She raised an impatient eyebrow. âI got it wrong again?â
âYes,â he said confidently, which intrigued her.
âExplain it to me then.â
âI never said I didnât want to sleep with you.â He didnât know where he got the courage to say those words, but maybe it was because he didnât want any more misunderstandings. Her eyebrows jumped in surprise. âI said I didnât want to pressure you, I said I didnât want our talk to end, I said I followed you because youâre enticing. I said I didnât want to scare you away. I didnât want you to think anything we were doing was coming from a place of 'she's just promiscuous, and we'll sleep together anyway'.â
Her lips twitched as she tried to deduce something. âThenâŚâ
âI wanted it to just be genuine.â He shrugged. âIf you were interested and I was interested, then cool.â
âAre you interested?â
He smiled despite looking at the floor for a second. âI followed you all the way here, didnât I?â
She blinked as her features morphed into surprise and realization. âYou did.â
He gave her a moment before asking, âAre you? Interested?â
She finished her line of thought and she decided she no longer had reasons to feel embarrassed. His lie had come from a good place, and although she disliked feeling deceived, she was willing to forgive him.
âI am.â
They stared at each other in a lighter atmosphere. He felt warm and sort of happy, but he didn't want to push anything. He was glad they sorted things out. It didnât feel awkward; he just didnât feel any need to rush it.
âThatâs⌠thatâs good.â He smiled. âThen, I guess Iâll see you tomorrow.â
âYouâre not coming in?â she asked, surprised. He was confused, and she turned around to enter the room. âOnly if you want to, of course.â
She dropped her handbag on a chair and turned to see him still in the same place. His hands were on the doorframe, as if to prevent him from crossing that threshold, and she raised her eyebrows. He looked down at the floor for a second but then dropped his hands and entered the room, closing the door softly behind him.
She smiled. âIâd offer you a drink,â she opened the mini-fridge, âbut I donât want us to get drunk.â
He was smiling, too. He felt lightheaded. âThatâs okay.â
âHow about a coke?â
âSounds good,â he agreed, accepting it from her.
She also opened a can and sat on the bed with her legs bent by her knees.Â
"Didn't you have something to show me?" she asked, then took a sip. He just stared at her. "Photos of your trip?"
"Right!"
He pulled his phone from his slacks pocket and sat next to her. She leaned in to check his phone, but her eyes quickly moved to what risked captivating her more than any work of art he could show her. That tight dark blue suit made his shoulders look broad and firm. He was taller than her, even in heels, and he looked pristine and lean under all that haute couture. She could appreciate a man who could talk well and look good, but to find a devoted artist and poet under all that was⌠like straight out of movies or novels.Â
She nodded and listened attentively to his explanations about the art pieces and exhibitions. He was light and free when speaking of such things, and she could not see an idol or famous person. He was too real, too grounded, too connected with his inner self to appear shallow and superficial. She didnât have enough of that in her life, she was always with people who were analytical, cynical, and skeptical, much like she was. That fresh outlook on life, on a humanâs soul, and on feeling was so touching that she wanted to interact with him just to know what it was like.
He was explaining this painting of a fallen angel and its themes of catharsis and redemption when she got up from bed to put their empty cans away.
âWhat do they say? To be able to fly you have to learn how to fall?â
He eyed her from head to toe and nodded quietly. He never thought a physics genius could be so empathetic and understanding. She had a caring soul that transpired in every single comment, even when she was rational about the themes he was trying to explain. He felt like she could be an anchor, a defined line around his countless smudges of color. He should feel contained, maybe underestimated, but instead, he felt elevated. He felt like they were mutually showing the other how they perceived life, and it was incredibly unique. He knew that could have happened after a few minutes with her, but now after maybe more than one hour, he was completely certain.
âItâs getting late,â she commented, and he nodded, putting his phone down.
âYouâre right. We need to get some sleep before tomorrow's wedding,â he said, gently smiling.
âWould you help me with my hair?â she asked, then turned around. âThey used so many pins, could you take them off?â
âSure,â he immediately acquiesced, throwing his phone on the bed and nearing her. But then he pressed his lips, eying the braided hairdo. âIâm afraid I might hurt you.â
âYou won't, donât worry about it. You should be able to see them pretty well.â
He was still eying her hair nervously, but it was true he could see the black hairpins among her blonde threads. So he risked it and reached for the first one very slowly. He gained more confidence as he went on, and they giggled when a few proved too stubborn to come out on the first try.Â
Then suddenly, her braid fell over her back, and his smile dropped. He was incredibly close to her, and he could smell her orchid perfume perfectly. Her skin looked smooth and delicate, and the line of her neck was a feminine invitation. Her hair was beautiful and soft, and now he didnât have an excuse to touch it anymore.
She pulled her braid over her shoulder to open it and pass her fingers through the hair strands. She glanced over her shoulder at him. âThank you.â
âAnytime.â
Their voices were both low and warm as they eyed each other. She was wondering what she could do to give him a hint, whereas he was fighting his urges. He shouldnât go too fast, and she hadnât expressed clear consent, soâ
She suddenly grimaced and pressed her neck, and he spoke without thinking, âAre you tense?â
She nodded but immediately closed her eyes, her senses overcharged. His fingers pressed and gently massaged her tired muscles, first on her neck, then her shoulders and spine. Her lips parted in absolute satisfaction at his dexterous hands. Could he get any better?
Eventually, his fingers slowed in rhythm and stopped, and she turned her head to the side and said, âDonât stop.â
Her tone was low and pleading, and he looked at her profile with his hands still on her delicate shoulders. She was beautiful, like a nymph from a painting from the masters. Her elegant curves inevitably attracted him, her dainty lines echoing everything in him, from desire to devotion. He felt like one of those foolish men who would wish to lose themselves in the purity and nurturing embrace of such an ethereal deity, and he had to take a deep breath to catch himself.
She turned around, and their foreheads connected as he swallowed. He was eager to have her despite knowing he could lose himself and disappear, just like Hylas once had in that ancient myth.
She touched his jaw gently and leaned in slowly, and he let her. Their lips touched and brushed briefly, and his breath hitched. He was immediately curious and chased her lips to feel her better. Her kiss was just as delicate as she was, and he was filled with this want to discover, know, partake, and dive in.
His hands supported her neck and jaw when she pulled away just enough to speak. âAre you comfortable continuing this?â
He almost chuckled, but he was sensible enough to smile. âYes.â His tone was sure. âAre you?â
Her hands moved over his shoulders. âOh yes. Yes.â
She leaned in to capture his lips again, and he smiled through their kiss, so incredibly happy to have the opportunity to touch her. To kiss her.Â
But he wanted more than that, and as their kiss built up, he started losing his grip. Their kisses were sloppy as their tongues played, his body was spiking with heat at her hands exploring his chest and pulling his blazer off to firmly squeeze his shoulders. His hands, which had been respectfully on her waist, became curious and decided to palm her curves. Those sensual curves that the dress failed to express vividly enough.Â
She reached for his belt, and he swallowed, trying to catch his breath as she kissed his cheek. That was happening, he thought. He looked at her, whose brown eyes shone with desire while she breathed heavily. He had one second to decide beforeâ
Her hand got inside his pants, and he closed his eyes, feeling her explore his erection. She observed his reaction; she found the right angle and pulled his hard-on out. He was utterly absorbed in the sensation of her gripping him firmly, and she wondered for a split second if that reaction was genuine. He looked like a thirsty man who had just found an oasis, and she would think this odd if he was a famous idol that millions of people desired.
His hands gently pushed her to sit on the bed. Then, he kneeled by her side, and she eyed him. That man was the reincarnation of Adonis; there was no doubt in her mind about it.
âCan I touch you?â
Her features softened. âYou have to touch me.â
His hands grabbed her lilac dress that covered her legs and pulled it up anxiously. She helped him do it all the way to her waist before she leaned back with him half over her. He reached her lips as his hands traced her legs, and the higher he went, the more she started losing her mind. Still, before he could touch her, she reached for his erection again to pump him gently. Instantly, he grunted quietly, and she smiled slyly, incredibly proud that she could make him sound like that.
However, quickly a sigh was escaping her lips when his fingers reached her center over her panties. There was no doubt in her mind that heâd be able to get that and more out of her.
âYouâre so warm,â he whispered against her lips, descending to her neck.Â
Her hand jerking him off made it hard to process, but his fingers quickly pulled her panties aside to feel her and damn. She was so wet and ready that his cock twitched. She moaned quietly with his touch exploring her folds and core, and he felt it in her neck as he kissed it. She would surely make the most beautiful music for him if he played her correctly, and he intended to.
His fingers reached her clit to rub it gently, and she gasped, completely frozen. He pulled away to observe her expression with parted lips, squinted eyes, and knitted eyebrows.
âLike that?â he asked, his voice tense.
She looked up at him, an expression of pleasure so sensual he had a hard time thinking.Â
âYeah,â she sighed and restarted moving her hand on his shaft.Â
His fingers were too fucking good, or maybe she was just that turned on. Her core was clenching around nothing despite the simple gesture of his digits, but she knew it was more than that. He was an attractive and attentive man observing her through greedy but respectful eyes. Like she was worthy of his praise, attention, and care, and that adoration spiked it up for her.
So she tried making it last by focusing on her hand on his erection. It had been a while since she had last done that, but what mattered was reading his cues. He preferred a firm grip instead of light, he preferred the tip instead of broad, all-encompassing movements, and he preferred slower and intense movements rather than fast and light. Soon he grunted, and she smiled yet again.
âThat feels very good,â he managed to get out with closed eyes.
âIâm glad,â she whispered.
They had reached a balance, and they could see it in each otherâs eyes. So when her lips curved in a playful smile, so did his.
When he looked down, he grunted mutely at the view of his hand between her legs. He was imagining what she would feel like, but there was nothing better than finding out. His fingers slipped in, and she moaned.
âYouâre so tight and warm,â his voice strained at the thought of replacing his fingers with his twitching cock.
She was pulsating around his fingers. âImagine how comfortable youâd be⌠inside me.â
He looked at her, and she was already eying him back. Her expression tensed when he reached his thumb over her clit, her jaw clenched. She couldnât find it in herself to be annoyed when every new touch felt better than the one before.Â
Suddenly, he looked down at her hand on his dick. âDo we have condoms?â
She tried thinking rationally for a second, then cursed under her breath. âI donât.â
She felt irritation spring from deep inside her chest; that was very stupid of her. She couldnât have known she would meet someone interesting and get involved with him, but fuck. She should have been better prepared just in case she did.
She took a deep breath. âDonât worry about it right now. We can have fun in other ways.â She smiled playfully to ease him, but quickly his fingers reached somewhere deep inside her that stole her breath away. âIs that okay?â she whispered, breathless.
âThatâs okayâŚâ
He was sad he wouldnât be able to feel her as he intended, but that was for the best. He was already out of his mind with excitement that all that was happening anyway.
His movements became firmer as he leaned on her neck. âI want to know what you sound like.â
She tried repressing a moan, but his rough fingering made it very challenging. âIf you keep doing that, youâll find out soon enough.â
He smirked at her teasing and decided to go rougher, though not faster. He instantly knew he made the right choice because her hand on him became sloppy as if forgotten, and her legs started spreading to give him more space. He prioritized his thumb over her clit in wide rough circles, and her waist started bucking. When he pulled away to look at her, he smiled. She was close to falling apart.Â
She looked at him through puckered eyebrows almost pleadingly, and he licked his lips, wishing for nothing but the moment when it would happen. Suddenly she gasped and arched her back, then a roll of moans echoed from deep inside her throat. He fucked her with his fingers, completely absorbed by the sensual sounds her beautiful self was producing. When she settled, he couldnât contain his pride. He made her fall apart; he played her correctly and created that music through her. He felt honored and happy and extremely turned on, and she knew it because she immediately tightened her grip on his dick and hastened the movements.
âDid you like it? How I sound when I cum?â
He opened his eyes which had closed momentarily to look at her pink cheeks and shiny eyes. She looked satisfied and hungry at the same time. His lips pulled â nymph was the right word for her.
âDefinitely, yes,â he groaned quietly.
âI know you did.â She smiled and looked down. He was covered in precum, and it was the perfect lube for her hand. âHave you wondered what I taste like?â
He blinked, his brain freezing for a second. Then he seemed to recall his hand still inside her, whose fingers were dripping slick.Â
He could find out.
But she quickly stopped him. âNo.â His hand stopped, though his mouth was open and waiting. âNot yet. You can find out after.â
âAfter?â
âAfter.â
Then she reached for his glistening hand and guided it to her mouth. She licked his wet fingers and sucked on them all while she kept pumping him.Â
He groaned. âIs it good?â he asked, completely beside himself.
She chuckled. âYouâll find out in a minute.â
âI will?â
She smiled teasingly, still playing with his fingers and her tongue. âIf Iâm lucky.â
He groaned through a smile; he wanted to lick her and find out. He wanted to discover everything tonight.
âWhere do I cum?â
She smiled. âMake my hands messy.â
He looked down at her hands on him, tip to base, working on him perfectly, then at her body, her lean legs, female curves, her chest and modest cleavage, and then at his hand on her chin. It was now thoroughly cleaned as she looked at him with hunger. He felt a prickle of shyness; she was looking at him as pleasure risked tearing him apart, but she looked absolutely invested. He dared think she was into him, that a beautiful nymph like her would look at him twice and be interested in his pleasure, and that pushed him over the edge. The thought of being with her and her wanting to be with him was enough to make him grunt deeply and pop. He grabbed her hands around his dick so he could slide in them pleasurably as his warm cum collected there and dripped on the sheets.
When he finished, he took a deep breath with his eyes closed. He didnât see her smile, nor was he bothered when she got up and went to wash her hands in the bathroom. He just sighed, still kneeling on the bed. That felt good; being there was good. He craved that satisfaction, but he very rarely attained it. He sighed again.
She came back and lay on the bed again, prompting him to do the same. Their heart rates were normal now, and she smiled playfully while he was still processing.
âNot having condoms sucks.â She huffed, and he nodded. âBut we can still have fun.â
He adjusted the pillow under him, wanting so much for that to be so, when he suddenly gasped.
He got up and reached for his wallet in his blazer on the floor, and opened it. It took some effort, but very safely hidden was a wrapper that he waved victoriously.Â
She grinned. âGood job! Thatâs a nice party trick.â
He smiled with pink cheeks. âI didnât even remember I had it, itâs been there sinceââ His voice died when he turned the wrapper around, and then he closed his eyes.
âWhat?â she asked, curious. She sat up and took it from him since he wasnât reacting, and when she saw it, she fell on the bed and burst out laughing. âOh my god, I canât!â
He was blushing even harder. âItâs really been there for years, I donât even remember when I put it thereâŚâ
She was still laughing. âClearly! I mean, how long do condoms stay good? Five years?â
He tried taking it from her with a pout. âWell, we donât have to use it, forget Iââ
She hid the condom by pressing it to her chest and raised her eyebrows. âAre you joking? Using an expired one is better than nothing. Weâre using it.â Her voice was so firm he stopped in his tracks. âUnless you donât want to, of course.â
âI want to,â he breathed immediately, eying her under him. He didnât even realize he was shamelessly admitting to wanting her that badly, he was just enamored by the sight of her smiling teasingly.
âThen we have that to look forward to.â She smiled, putting it aside on the bed before raising her hands to feel his torso through his shirt. âHow tired are you?â
âNot tired,â he murmured.
She grinned, and her hands reached his shoulders. âHow fast do you recover?â
His cheeks warmed up wildly. âI⌠it dependsâŚâ
âTonight. How much can I hope to have from you?â
Her hands on him mixed with her words were making him hot and unable to think. âI donât know, itâs been a while since I⌠needed to perform like that.â
Her smile softened. âLet's find out together then. For now⌠I want to strip you.â His eyes roamed down her lilac dress for a second before trailing back up to find her tongue peeking playfully between her teeth. âIs that okay?â
âYes.âÂ
She sat up, forcing him to move out of the way. Every yes of his sounded like a sigh, almost like happiness or relief for her initiative. She had no problems with that; she wanted him to relax even more. Maybe he would as they got comfortable.
Being naked always meant a significant amount of vulnerability, and they were both aware of that. They kissed slowly while comfortably sitting in bed and helped each other take off each piece of clothing at their own pace. He took most of his clothes off first, starting with his waistcoat, shirt, inner tee shirt, and then his slacks, but not without getting rid of his shoes and socks first. She was there to help him between kisses, happily distracting him.
She giggled when he made his shoes flip in the air with how fast he tried taking them off, and he smiled at her. Finally, he lay back down in bed and traced her uncovered legs. She still had her dress on, and he pecked her cheek almost reverently before asking, âWhereâs the zipper?â
She bit her lip through a smile. âOn the back.â
She got up from the bed and turned around so he could pull the zipper all the way down. The fabric parted to show her soft skin, and he traced it softly as he guided the dress strips to fall from her shoulders.
Her bra became visible, and he brushed the silky cloth. âCan I take it off?â
âI was hoping you would.â
He unhooked it and traced her skin again slowly, this time leaning in to nuzzle it softly as he pulled everything off. She had goosebumps all over, and a wave of warmth invaded her as she forgot how to breathe. He was so delicate and reverent that she felt like the most precious person he had ever touched, and she was into that. Being treated adoringly turned her on like crazy; he was pressing all the right keys.
She turned to him so he could push her strapless bra off and fully lay her bare, and he didnât disappoint. He gently pulled it off along with the dress that fell to the floor, and his eyes roamed her body hungrily. She was so beautiful and elegant that he was totally hypnotized.Â
He didnât ask for permission and just dove for her chest, lowering himself to reach those perky nipples and take one in his mouth and another in his hand. He truly didnât know how long his body would take to come alive again or how he would perform, but he was happy that just seeing her naked immediately pumped him up. He sat on the bed and pulled her by the waist to continue the ministrations of his tongue, lips, and teeth on her chest, and she moaned breathlessly and petted his head. His hands lowered to the small of her back, then to her ass, and he squeezed, feeling his hard dick throb inside his boxers. That was the finest offering he could ever have had, and he wanted it.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he told her in between letting go of one nipple to lick the other with wet traces and suckling sounds. He squeezed her asscheeks again, making her moan. âSo beautiful. I need to have you,â he admitted, tracing his hands to pull her panties down.
His lips descended to her stomach before his hands pulled her to support her knees on the bed on either side of him. Suddenly, though, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her so he could lay her in bed under him. She giggled when her hair splayed over the bed, and she looked down at him.
âIt looks like youâre ready again,â she pointed out.
He didnât need to look at the tent in his boxers. âI am, but I want to taste you first.â
Her lips curved with amusement as he leaned in to trail down her body with kisses, focusing on her mound and inner thighs to her delight. She was trembling involuntarily when his lips brushed hers and she squirmed in both want and shyness. He licked her across her slit, taking in her flavor, then he chuckled, unsurprised.
âOf course, youâd be delicious too,â he muttered before getting down to business.
Angie moaned breathlessly and more and more as his tongue circled her clit. Her eyes were closed as she gripped the sheets, completely focused on what he was doing. She cursed herself for having had one orgasm already because that would make it harder right now for him. He didnât look like he wanted to give up, but she didnât want to tire him.
âYouâre so sexy,â he encouraged her, which invariably kept on melting her. âMake that sound again,â he asked as he suckled on her clit.Â
She did the sound he wanted but gritted her teeth. She was needy. âI want you,â she moaned as soon as she could breathe.
He smiled with glistening lips, using two fingers to feel her tightness. âThatâs a good idea⌠I was hoping to make you cum first, thoughâŚâ
God, he was so freaking adorable she couldnât handle it. âGive me a second.â
She reached out to stop his hand and gently move him away, and he let her. She got up and searched for something in her luggage â a black cloth bag. She grabbed it and then threw it on the bed.
âWhatâs this?â Namjoon reached to grab it and immediately figured it out. âOh, I see.â
She hopped on the bed next to him. âDonât take this the wrong way,â she pleaded, suddenly worried. He looked let down despite his smile. âYouâll get me there, but since I already had an orgasm, youâll probably lose the ability to move your jaw and you might need to talk tomorrow.â He chuckled at the way she put it, and she felt confident about touching him again. She trailed a finger down his arm. âYou were doing it wonderfully,â she smiled, looking down at his excitement. âAnd Iâm more than happy to return the favor.â
He pressed his lips. âThatâsâ Only if you want to, you donât have to.â
She smiled and reached for the vibrator. âYou in my mouth will be the exact thing to make me cum. So, will you do it?â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked, raising his eyebrows.
âWould you⌠let me blow you while I pleasure myself?â He raised his eyebrows further in surprise. âI mean, you can control the toy if you want, I just mean⌠that would turn me on and push me to cum.â
âI can use my fingers,â he seemed to think out loud.
She tilted her head. âYou can if you can focus on two things at once.â
âFair point.â He chuckled. âMultitasking is not my thing.â
She bit her lip. âActually, if you would be into it, you could fuck my mouth.â His mouth opened. âI mean, you know, only if youâre into that.â
âIâm into that, IâŚâ He rubbed the surprise off his face. âYou just keep on surprising me.â
âIn a bad way?â she asked, fearful.
âNo, in a good way.â He reached for her hand. âWeâre actually talking about what we want and expect before doing anything, which is great.â
She smiled. âI agree. Itâs⌠very easy to talk to you, in fact.â She looked at their hands, then at the tent in his boxers. âAnd it doesnât kill your mood, which is so refreshing,â she admitted. âI love it when I can communicate what I want and like without feeling like everything is ruined.â
He chuckled. âYou almost had me⌠but you want to include me, so thatâs okay.â
âWhat do you mean? Almost killed your mood?â
âYeahâŚâ He shrugged. âWhen the girl youâre with seems to prefer a toy to you, I meanâŚâ
âWow, are you crazy?â She got on her knees. âIâm freaking done with toys, so done,â her tone was laced with exasperation and he smirked. She was getting on his lap, and he supported her waist. âIâm one hundred percent into you,â she underlined, lacing her words with want.Â
Now straddling his lap, they were close and personal. She grabbed his erection over the boxers to position it so it would grind on her nicely as she moved her hips. She had to lean back and support herself on her other hand, making the view sinful.Â
He supported her waist while eating her with his eyes and drinking her soft moans until she sat back up. He then dove into her chest again, ravishing the flesh in range of his mouth while she moved her waist to grind his cock slowly and gently but firmly enough to help him draw lustful moans out of her.Â
She gripped his hair. âDid you feel how wet I was?â He hummed while flicking his tongue on her nipple. âThen you know how much you turn me on.â
The more she moved her hips, the crazier she became with the thought of his hard cock inside her. His mouth on her chest was not making it easier.
âFuck, I want to ride you.â
He hummed. âYou want a lot of things.â
She giggled. âI do, itâs all your fault.â She bit her lip and pushed him to lay back on the bed with her over him. âTake some responsibility, Namjoon.â
âI will. Tell me what you want.â
She lay completely on him, and straddling his cock felt even better. She moaned, ghosting over his lips. âStay like that, and let me ride you until I come on your dick.â
He groped her hips to help her move. âThat sounds reasonable.â
She grinned, then reached for the condom. âI hope you can resist because itâs up to you how much we can get done.â
He chuckled. âYouâre giving me too much responsibility.â
âI know, Iâll try my best to make it easy for you,â she sassily retorted, getting off him. He removed his boxers so she could put the condom on him. âFeel free to tell me if I feel so good youâll burst,â she added with a mischievous smile before getting on his lap again.
âYouâre very confident,â he teased, supporting her waist again.
She leaned on him and aimed his cock inside her. âOh, I am.â She made it a point to take him in slowly and in stages all while nuzzling his nose and seeing his reactions. His lips parted and eyes closed, and with every inch, his nails sank into her hips. âHow long has it been since you felt a tight pussy around you?â He was trying not to groan and it rilled her up. âAll dripping, just waiting for you to push yourself in?â Her voice was taunting, but laced with lust. âWhen was the last time you had a woman like me riding you?â
He bottomed out and she could feel him twitching inside her, which had her taking deep breaths to stay calm. The fact that she was the person getting to fuck him egged her on. That sexy, interesting, and sensible guy was a treasure that she was more than willing to have.
âI canât recall,â he admitted, panting. âBut I certainly never had one with a mouth as sassy as yours.â
She giggled as he smiled. She nuzzled his nose. âI gave you a chance to fuck this sassy mouth.â
âItâs still in my plans,â he admitted, finally looking at her.
âPerfect. Now let me milk you right,â she whispered sensually before adjusting her angle to move.
He was so deep inside her that reaching an orgasm would be a piece of cake. All that dirty talk had turned her on bad and his dick stretching her to the brink was taking her there.
âYou feel so good,â he let out, still gripping her hips as if ready to stop her at any moment.
âI know,â she cooed, kissing his cheek. âHow lucky are you that Iâm riding you right now?â
âVery lucky,â he breathed.
âVery fucking lucky indeed,â she groaned, biting his cheek softly. âWill you give me your cum?â
âOh yes.â
She cursed, grinding her clit on him perfectly to get her there before she fell apart in moans over his mouth. He focused on feeling her pulsing around him, taking deep breaths to take in that sensation without letting it unfocus him. Her moans as she came were beautiful, covering him with goosebumps and glee.Â
When she sighed and searched for his lips, he hugged her closer and kissed her. She was blushing and glowing and it filled him with pride to see her smile.
âSee how into you I am?â
He chuckled and stayed calmly in place, letting her recover from her high.
âHow much would you like to fuck me right now?â She pecked his jaw and eyed him with mischief.
âA lot,â he admitted.
âI do deserve it after riding you so well, no?â She nibbled on his neck and he stretched while grabbing her asscheeks.
âOh yes, absolutely.â He couldnât stop smiling as if he had hit a jackpot.
She bit his earlobe before sitting up and getting off him. They both noticed how absolutely covered in slick he was, and then she got all fours.
âShow me how much I deserve it,â she asked sensually, moving her blonde hair over her shoulder. He sat up and touched her breasts. âHmm, show me how much you appreciate being able to fuck me.â
He leaned in to kiss her as he squeezed her breasts, making her puff in between their kisses until she whimpered. Then he moved to get behind her. He groped her asscheeks, spreading them for him, and licked his lips. She looked so fucking good, like temptation, and he wanted to bury himself balls deep.
He aimed his cock at her core and slid in quickly, grunting with the sensation. She was so tight it caused an electric pulse to go up and down his spine. He moved his hips a few times and shuddered, trying to collect himself.
âAre you ready to admit I was right?â
Her tone was playful, but he only grunted. âI can admit that you deserve a nice pounding.â
She chuckled at the way his voice was tense and his nails sank on her hips. âIf you want to spank me, you can.â
He leaned in and kissed her back with a smile on his lips. âArenât you full of surprises?â
âArenât you very lucky?â He smacked her ass, making a thin moan escape her throat. âDoes it change anything?â He eyed her as he fucked her slowly. âDoes it change the fact that youâre dying to fuck me?â He smacked her ass again, and she giggled right after moaning. âIâd love for you to mark me, donât be afraid.â
âI donât get you⌠You want to be worshiped, but you also want to be used?â He cleaned the sweat off his brow. He needed to understand her to decide how to go about it.
âYou might use me, but it had to be me.â She bit her lip with the pleasure rushing through her from his pounding. âYou might do whatever you want to me, but the point is that you want me. Only I can make you feel this way. It will always be a form of worship.â
âYou do feel very goodâŚâ he admitted, then slapped her ass again. âYou take my cock very well.â
She moaned between words. âYour cock⌠is so good⌠Iâm fucking happy I didnât miss out on this.â
He chuckled and leaned forward to grab her tits, fucking her so deep that her moans pitched.
âFuck, youâre deep.â
He groaned. âYou're taking me so wellâŚâ
Too well, in fact. He had to straighten back up and calm his pace.Â
She giggled. âToo much?â He struck her asscheek so hard it echoed, yet she laughed again. âYouâre so my type I canât control it, Iâm sorry.â
He squeezed her asscheeks. âIâm your type, huh?â
She wiggled her ass as if she wanted him to move his fingers. âCute, attentive, sexy, and smart.â He wasnât sure where to move his hands, so he moved his fingers away, but she whimpered. âNo, touch me. You can use me, Namjoon. I talk big but I want you to fuck me so bad,â she whined, moving her hips against his for him to fuck her deeper.
He was tempted to, but first, he slid his fingers between her asscheeks, and she trembled. She incentivized him by bucking her hips until he rubbed her asshole, making her moan deeper.
âYou like that?â
She moaned again and he decided to rub it at the same rhythm he fucked her. Her asshole started twitching, and when it did he felt it around his cock, too. She was getting tighter and wetter and he was completely up to his limit.
âAm I milking you right?â she asked in a breathy voice.
âYeah, Iâm close. Iâll stop playing with you and fuck you now, okay?â
He didnât see the way she paused and blinked her eyes, confused. âWhâ?â
He positioned himself better behind her and unleashed his energy. He didnât care how or what he was doing, as long as his cock was ramming right into her every time and hitting deep. Her thin moans were uncontrollable and music to his ears. She wanted to milk him, she deserved a good fucking, and he was going to give it to her.
Her face landed on the pillow as she lost her balance, and he angled deeper. She could not think with the fast pace he was thrusting into her, and all the sloppy sounds and slaps were just the icing on top. She never got to shut her brain off, but thatâs exactly what happened and it was bliss. Her hand darted to her clit, covered in her juices, and she moaned desperately for her release. She wasn't planning on it, but she was beyond being organized and structured; that kind of pleasure was not premeditated or controlled, it was imposed.
He leaned on her and talked to her but she couldnât register.Â
âYeah?â She finally caught him saying. âYou want it? Cum for me. Cum with me.â
Her brain lit up like a firework popping and she moaned in a frenzy, cumming so hard he had to hold her hips in place or she would have fallen apart away from him. Her pleasure rippled and rippled until she was left a void drooling mess and it was⌠peaceful. Satisfyingly so.
He got off her and lay next to her, gently pulling her to fall to the sheets by his side.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked with a hint of concern as he pulled her hair out of her face.
She was still panting with her mouth open, and she blinked. It took her a moment to react. âWhat⌠What the hell was that?â
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâ how did youâ?â She opened and closed her eyes. âIâm so mind-blown right now.â
He grinned happily as they tangled their legs together. âIn a good way, right?â
She was still shocked. âYouâ Youâre good. My god, are you fucking good. That had never happened to me before.â
âWhat?â
âMy brain shutting down like that.â She shrugged, hugging herself.
He scooted closer and hugged her. âIt was good, then.â
âIt was awesome, itâs what it was.â
Her tone was so firm he just smiled. âIâm happy.â
She reached to trace his jaw. âYou really are something.â
He let his forehead touch hers and looked deeply into her eyes. âSo are you.â
They quieted, calming down as their sweaty bodies cooled down, and eventually, the lethargy became too much. As if on automatic pilot, she got up to pee and he took care of the condom and did the same. They only needed a few minutes, then they threw themselves in bed and snuggled together to sleep relaxedly.
*****
Despite her sluggishness, Angie eventually woke up and looked around, confused. She thought it was the jetlag still messing her up after three days. She reached for her phone: 5:53 AM. She sighed deeply and put her phone away; she could still sleep.
Someone moved behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and she closed her eyes. For a split second, she thought she had dreamed of him, but that fresh, citrus, and woody scent reminded her that it was all real. She turned under his arm, and he leaned in to unite their foreheads still in his sleep. That gave her the opportunity to look at him with a small smile, feeling so peaceful. She didnât know how he managed to relax her like that, but it was certainly something to be praised.
She closed her eyes, ready to fall back asleep, when his nose softly nuzzled hers. She sighed and hugged him closer â she was awake, and they could do whatever he wanted. His lips pressed to hers gently, and she smiled at his delicate and gentlemanly actions. They kissed slowly and softly for a while before she moved her hand to trail his torso. She was getting hotter; there was still so much of him she hadn't explored yet.
He seemed to get hot as well and pull her closer, taking equal opportunity to touch her. She squeezed his shoulder, incentivizing him to do as he pleased, and couldnât contain the moans as he did. He felt and pressed her curves firmly, and when she evaded his mouth so she could breathe out a moan, he quickly caught her neck in between his teeth. She scratched his skin and grazed his scalp in approval, rolling with him to get him on top of her.
His kisses got more demanding, and she was completely on the same wavelength. She wanted him to touch her and handle her however he saw fit. He had earned that.
He trailed down her neck and quickly made his stop over her chest. His tongue and mouth were warm and wet, and she squirmed with want, opening her legs instantly. He nipped her once, twic,e and it only vexed her more; she was already so ready for his touch.
His fingers brushed her folds before searching for her wetness, and she stopped breathing, completely focused on what was going to happen next. He eyed her attentively, feeling that shift on her chest. It prompted him to remove his fingers, which made her raise an eyebrow, but his intentions immediately became clear. He gave her one last kiss before moving down so that his mouth could now reach her mound, and she trembled.
His lips brushed her lower ones softly and increasingly with more pressure until his tongue opened her up. She gasped for air with the way he seemed to want to lick her slit clean, knowing perfectly well that was the way to just make her even wetter. His hands grabbed her hips to stay in place when his mouth moved over her clit, and he was not gentle. She writhed under him with whiny moans; she could feel his smile on her as he licked her clit deliciously.
She couldnât stop squirming and trying to escape it while simultaneously being annoyed whenever he lost contact with her bud. She started moving her hips, and her moans dragged.
âUse your lips,â she pleaded, and the sensation became less wet but firmer. âYeah, like that.â
She was unaware of his hungry eyes on her, seeing her tremble. He was trying to keep a steady pace for her, but she was making it hard.
Then she suddenly propped on her elbows. âLet me ride your mouth.â
He raised his eyebrows and gave her folds one last kiss before pulling away. She seemed to realize what she had just said while he licked his lips and sat up.
She was blushing hard. âI mean, if youâre okay with that.â
He was already lying down, pushing the pillows away. âIâm more than okay with that, come here.â
She took the hand he was offering and got on her knees. She then passed a leg over him to sit on his stomach. She tried her hardest not to just jump on his glistening mouth, but he incentivized her by pushing the small of her back in his direction. That, along with his hand still holding hers for support, pushed her to sit where she wanted to with a deep sigh.
She cursed. âTap me if you need me to stop, okay?â
His hands felt her hips firmly before he moved so his lips could disappear under her, and she gasped. He felt too fucking good; she would come in a literal minute if he keptâ
She sucked in a moany breath and started bucking her hips as gently as she could. He was a fucking sin with the way he managed to suckle on her clit every time it passed his mouth, just to let it go seconds later. And yet, every time she did her hip rotation, he was right there, waiting, pressing her hips down so the rub would be as intense as possible. She was too turned on, too far off, so when his nails sank into her skin to keep her close, she only needed a few seconds to fall apart.
He licked her and mouthed her roughly as she came, keeping her core as close to his mouth as possible. She had to whine because of the overstimulation, and only then did he let go. She stumbled back, completely alienated on how to control her own body, but he had her. He quickly reached to support her back so she wouldnât just fall off him. Instead, he helped her sit back on his lap graciously.Â
He sat up and brushed the hair away from her red, hot face. âYou make the most beautiful sounds.â
She opened her glistening eyes to him and chortled. âYou make me do them.â
He grinned happily. âI do.â
She was still recovering from the hastened heartbeat in her chest, but she reached to kiss him nonetheless. His mouth tasted of her, and it lit her up. She bit his lip, clenching around nothing. She shouldnât feel possessive, but she couldnât help it.
âRemember my sassy mouth?â
He cradled her neck and kissed the corner of her mouth. âI do.â
âI donât think I can articulate much yet, but how about doing what you planned?â
He chuckled at the hint of neediness in her voice. âYou mean you blowing me while you pleasure yourself?â
âOr you fucking my mouth, whichever you prefer.â She sighed, nuzzling his nose.
He nuzzled her back and hummed for a moment.
âWe can start with you and see how you feel.â
She pecked his lips to seal the deal and immediately moved away. She grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor before kneeling on it; then she tapped the edge of the bed.
âCome here.â
He moved to sit there with her between his legs, and she drew closer, leaning down to kiss his crotch and lower belly before nuzzling her way down to his balls.Â
He grabbed her hair out of the way without any pressure whatsoever and just stayed with his mouth agape, looking at the way she was licking and nibbling his balls gently. She was gentle and mindful of hurting him but quick and sloppy as if she was hungry, and it filled him with anticipation.Â
By the time she licked up his shaft, she was already drooling, and she looked up to make sure he knew that. She wanted him, to taste him, to drive him wild into coming and giving everything he had.
She took his tip into her mouth and remembered how he liked pressure more than speed, and she got to it immediately. She sucked hard while she bobbed her head in short movements, doing her best to keep that pressure constant. The way he groaned and tightened his grip around her hair melted her and gave her even more energy. His girth was wide enough that her jaw would surely hurt after the fact, but that would not be enough to stop her.
She added her tongue to the mix, flicking it and searching for the place that made him moan the hardest.
She must have done something right because his taste hit her taste buds, and she moaned. He tasted sweet and delicate, and she guessed that if she wanted the full taste, she had to go for it. She was drooling with how much she wanted it, and she didnât realize how hard she was going on him. Not until he groaned loudly and put one hand on her neck to gently guide her away.
She raised her head with a pop of her lips, keeping his hard dick pointing at her with her hands. Its glistening reddened tip was tempting her, and she couldnât look away.
âThat was close,â he mumbled, and she finally looked up.
He was panting, reaching to wipe the thin coat of sweat off his brow. When he looked down at her, she curled her lips in amusement.
âWhy did you stop me? I was having a blast.â
She sounded playful, and he chuckled. âWell, you never told me where to come. Plus,â he moved away from her to reach for something on the bedside table, âyou wanted to pleasure yourself.â
She lowered her eyes to his open hand and saw her vibrator.
Her chin dropped in disbelief. âYou stopped our fun for that?â
âI want you to feel good.â He smiled sheepishly.
Her eyebrows jumped. âHow do you think Iâve been feeling so far?!â
He grinned with a hint of shyness and pride, and she bit her lip down hard so she wouldnât bite him.
âYou said me in your mouth was the thing to make you come⌠and I donât want to steal that opportunity from you.â
Her chin dropped in shock, then she shook her head. âYouâre unbelievable. Weâre taking care of you right now and youâre still worried about me?â She reached for his lips suddenly, and he supported her gently through their kiss. âYou canât be real,â she whispered, nuzzling his nose before going back down on her knees. âYou just canât be.â
He didnât know what to say, and she didnât give him the time to think of something.
âYou should cum in my mouth,â she told him, grabbing the egg-shaped vibrator. âI need to know how you taste. You can get up and fuck me whenever you want, just please donât do it too harshly because I gag easily.â She spread her legs a bit so she could accommodate the vibrator. âAnd if I start coming, do not stop. In fact, I might get sloppy, so take matters into your own hands.â She raised an eyebrow. âDid I forget something?â
âNo, ma'am.â
He smiled in a tease, and she pursed her lips before looking down. His cock twitched under her gaze, and she looked back up. He didnât need to ask for attention, so she guessed it was involuntary, which made it even hotter.
She sighed as she took him inside her mouth again. She did so all the way a few times to show him the limit. He didnât fit completely in, so despite his groans, she hoped he had paid attention.
Only then did she turn on the vibrator, and she hummed instantly. She was certain she was not going to last. She was so turned on that any nudge in the right direction was enough.
She bucked her hips on the toy and used that same rhythm for her mouth. It was harder to stay focused with the toy, and she started moaning quickly out of the sheer pleasure shooting through her. He had such a good fucking cock that fit in her mouth perfectly and would spray her full of cum soon. He couldnât help himself; she would blow him just right until he would pop. He knew deep down that he had no choice. He wanted to come for her, to fill her up, he was helpless. If she wanted it, he had to give it to her, and if he tried holding back, she would blow him and ride him until he blew.
Thoughts like those drove her insane, and his dick in her mouth was exactly what brought to life all of her fantasies. In minutes, her whines gained a high pitch, and he knew by now that meant she was right on the verge of her orgasm. Her hand around his base lost grip, and her lips became less taut, allowing for her drool to drip down his shaft, and he knew what to do.
He got up from bed, and she moved with him, allowing him to grab her head and gain complete reign over everything. She let him do it, and in seconds, her orgasm invaded her, making her moan deeply. And he grunted with those sounds because he could reach her throat that much easier, interrupting them with every thrust. It was so fucking hot that he had no problems just leaping after her as soon as he could confidently say her orgasm was done.
She moaned when his cum spurted inside her mouth, and her lips became taut again. She sucked him neatly and swallowed him dry as he did his best to contain his jerking hips. He was still holding onto her hair and head, and her mouth felt so wet and tight he had to take a deep breath, mastering himself until the end.
He sighed as the pleasure dissipated gently, then let her head go. She pulled away and looked up at him with a playful smile.
âYou⌠are fucking great,â she said, licking her lips.
He laughed quietly, and she did the same, grabbing his hands to get up and stand tall. Immediately, he supported her lower back and neck and drew her in for a kiss. His tongue licked and danced with hers, not bothered in the slightest by his taste.Â
He pecked her nose, and she sighed. âI could sleep a bit more.â
He smiled. âMe too.â
He let her go just enough for the both of them to get under the sheets again and snuggled her as she hid her face on his chest.
They drifted asleep almost instantly, so it felt like they woke up in the same breath. They were startled by the loud knocking on the door, and she pulled away to blink at him in bewilderment. He raised a quizzical eyebrow, and she creased her brow, completely dumbfounded.
A woman started yelling in Korean, and Angieâs expression became almost comical as she sat up, trying but unable to understand a single word. Namjoon sat up, too.
âLate! Late!â
âIâm coming! One minute!â Angie finally shouted back, and then it quieted down. It had worked, whoever it was left. âWhat theââ
âShe says youâre late, the bride is asking for you.â
She turned to him, then blinked â of course, he understood what the lade shouted. She frowned and searched for her phone. âWe just fell asleep a minute ago, howââ
She gasped and jumped off the bed in two seconds. She had many missed calls, and Hyejin had sent her a roll of messages. She played the last voice message.
âAngie! Where are you?! I donât know if I should be concerned or angry, should I call the police?! I need my bridesmaid! Iâm almost done, and youâre not here! Iâm going to cry, please donât disappear on my wedding day!â
âShit, shit, shit.â
Indeed, it was almost ten in the morning. She turned to Namjoon, who was now getting up with his phone in hand.
âTheyâre looking for me too.â
âHow the heck did my alarm not ring?â Angie groaned.
âIt doesnât matter,â he reminded her, rubbing her arms. âIâll leave you to get ready and do the same.â She shuddered and nodded. He was so fucking sexy just calming her down like that and focusing her on what mattered. âWill I⌠see you later?â
She smirked. âIf Hyejin doesnât kill me or kick me out, yes.â
He smiled, turned to look for his clothes, and put them on while she grabbed her phone and tapped to record a voice message.
âIâm so sorry, Hyejin, my alarm didnât go off. Iâm going to shower, and Iâll be there in ten minutes. Stay calm, I love you.â
She sent it and turned to the man in her bedroom. The sight of him back in his suit gave her butterflies, but she swallowed them. She probably shouldnât have felt that way; she was an adult and knew how those things went. Still, he wasnât out of the room yet, and she was too tempted.Â
So, while he bent over to put his shoes on, she walked up to him and touched his jaw, encouraging him to stand. She kissed him softly, and he stood up by himself, supporting her as he did.
Then she pulled back with a small smile. âIâll see you soon.â
Namjoon nodded and saw her disappear into the bathroom. He shook his head to get the image of her lean back and perky ass out of his mind and turned to leave. Her shower started just before he closed the door behind him.
He rushed down the corridor and used the stairs to get to his room. He was fast and ignored the people in the corridor, even though the chances of them being any of the guys were high. He needed to get ready quickly. He also didnât want to stress Hyejin or miss anything. It was a special day for her; he wanted to be there. They were close friends.
He showered and got ready as fast as he could. As he put on his gray blazer, someone hastily knocked on his bedroom door, and he ran to open it.
On the other side, Jin had wide shocked eyes. In fact, six pairs of eyes were gawking at him.
âHi guysââ
âHeâs here!â Jin yelled, despite the others being equally aware.
âHe wasn't here before.â Hoseok frowned, confused.
âWhere were you?!â Jimin asked with a scoff.
âWere you hiding somewhere, hyung?â Taehyung asked.
They barged into the room as if searching for something, and he had no chance to say anything.
âWhere would he hide?â Yoongi whined with a puff. âLetâs just go, the wedding is in thirty minutes.â
âYeah, I want to catch breakfast.â Jungkook rubbed his hands together.
âWe just had breakfast.â Hoseok raised an eyebrow.
âOh, right. You missed breakfast.â Jin turned to Namjoon and pointed it out with a shrug.
âWell, you know, second breakfast,â Jungkook said slowly.
âWhat are you, a hobbit?â Jimin laughed, coming from the bathroom with Taehyung. Were they looking for something?
âNo, but these things always drag on.â Jungkook pouted.
âThatâs very true,â Jin agreed. "We're going to be hungry."
âWeâre going to be late,â Yoongi groaned, rubbing his eyes.
âWhere were you anyway, hyung?â Jimin asked, seemingly confident he couldnât find anything suspicious in his room.
âWhat do you mean, whereâŚâ Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck while heading for the door. âLetâs gââ
âWhy is your bed still made?â
The room quieted, and everyone turned to look at Taehyung, who was standing beside the bed, eying it suspiciously. They all saw in an instant that he was correct; his bed was perfectly made.
Namjoon scoffed. âWhat do you mean? I always make the bed when I wake up.â
âThatâs true,â Jungkook murmured, and Yoongi nodded.
âBut this perfectly?â Taehyung insisted.
Jimin jumped on the bed and raised something above his head with a victorious chant, âAh! The chocolate is still under his pillow!â
Everyone then turned to Namjoon to complain.
âIt would have melted.â
âWhat melted, it would have fallen.â
âYou should have eaten it.â
âNo one leaves the chocolate there.â
âThe bed is too perfect, just me jumping on it made more of a mark than your sleep.â
âIf you were here before, why didnât you respond when we came to call you for breakfast?â
âAnd why did you not answer your phone?â Jimin added, remembering it suddenly.
The room quieted for a few seconds, and most eyes fell on Namjoon, who frowned in confusion.Â
Thankfully, Jungkook rubbed his chin and tried, âMaybe he was in the showerâŚâ
âFor an hour?â Taehyung scoffed.
âHis hair is wet right now, you just showered, right?â Jin smirked playfully.
Jinâs question was the last straw. Namjoon just sighed, turned, and walked out the door.
âWeâre going to be late.â
The guys scurried after him, with Taehyung closing the door behind them all before yelling across the corridor, âWhere did you sleep?!â
Namjoonâs eyes widened for a second out of sheer embarrassment before he groaned and turned to go down the stairs with the other six trailing him. He could not be stuck with them in an elevator right now, and he needed to burn the energy the stress was causing.
Itâs not like he couldnât tell them, he thought as they exited the staircase towards the lobby. He quickly rushed to the balcony of the hotel that led to the back garden where the wedding ceremony would take place. There, fortunately, the class and formality of the event quieted the others down. He hoped it would distract them enough as he walked quietly to the beverages table to get a coffee.Â
He could tell them, but he wondered if it was correct. He didnât kiss and tell; that would be rude of him. Additionally, she would be at the party, and if they met her, it could be weird if they knew. What if they said stupid things or insinuated something? He would die of embarrassment, not to mention that he wanted to see her again.Â
Iâll see you soon.
He blushed, but it wasnât from the hot coffee. He wanted to see her again.
âSeriously, hyung.â He turned, and Taehyung was there, reaching to grab a coffee, too. âI wonât tell anyone, but the curiosity is killing me.â
Namjoon licked his lips and looked around them. There were definitely too many people there, so he started walking away as if nonchalantly wanting to walk the gardens. Taehyung followed him.
âHyung! Trust me, I justââ
âI wasnât in my room, alright?â Namjoon turned suddenly, almost spilling both their drinks, but Taehyung stopped in his tracks before they could clash.
Taehyung grinned widely. âAh, I knew it!â He was so giddy he would be jumping right now if it werenât for the drink. âWho is she? We saw you with a girl yesterday, you guys were talking.â Namjoon groaned and pressed his temples. The lack of sleep was making his head hurt. âIs it her?â
âExcuse me.â
Both men turned, one with panicked eyes, the other with a pout.
âWeâre rounding up everyone for the ceremony to start,â the lady told them politely with a bow.
Namjoon bowed back and took the opportunity to drag Taehyung along. âNot a word of this. Iâll tell you, but not now. Please, letâs keep it quiet.â
He gave him a pleading look, and Taehyung smiled. âNot a word, hyung. You can trust me.â
They went straight to their seats in the second row on the brideâs side. Most people were already there and waiting.
âWhere were you?â Jin whispered in a scolding tone.
âCoffee,â Taehyung answered sheepishly, sipping on his paper cup. Jimin eyed him suspiciously, but Taehyung had the most angelical expression.
However, Namjoon was unaware of this because his eyes were avidly searching for someone. And luckily for him, he didnât have to wait long. Music started to play, and people started making their way down the aisle. He nodded at the groom and some groomsmen he knew. Everyone bowed when the groom's parents passed, then the bride's mother. And finally, there was someone who passed and stole his breath away.
Angie was wearing a dark blue dress that delineated her curves beautifully. Her blonde hair was falling on her right shoulder in delicate waves, and her cleavage was deep, though not too flashy. She was smiling the whole time, and the corners of her lips quirked when her eyes finally fell on him. He had no idea what kind of face he was making, but only when she passed by him did he blink and break the spell.Â
Hyejin was stunning and nearly crying with happiness as she walked by her friends and family, and Namjoon teared up at the sight of her. He glanced to check on the others, and everyone was smiling the same way. Only Yoongi looked down for a moment while Hyejin was left by her dad to her fiancĂŠ at the altar.Â
The ceremony was beautiful and everyone cheered and whistled when they finally kissed as husband and wife. The tables for lunch were set on the other side of the garden, and everyone made their way there after meeting the bride and groom to congratulate them.
As people standing up front, BTS was among the first to approach them. Namjoon was behind Yoongi in line, who seemed to want to avoid the moment, but Namjoon wasnât having it. He knew Yoongi hated feelings, but it was an important moment for Hyejin andâ
âYou look beautiful.â Namjoon heard Yoongi tell the bride quietly.Â
Namjoon thought it was weird that was all Yoongi said instead of congratulations and lots of happiness on your marriage. His eyebrows jumped at how Yoongi and Hyejin stared into each otherâs eyes, and he looked away quickly. Whatever story they might or not once had just ended, and he felt for Yoongi. Namjoon knew Yoongi would never say anything, no matter the words that crossed his mind right now.Â
He looked up in time to see Yoongiâs pressed lips as he walked away, and then Hyejinâs eyes filled with tears. Namjoon stepped in quickly to hug her and hide her from the world, and she took the opportunity instantly.
âItâs okay,â he whispered against her head, kissing it. She was grabbing him for dear life. âYou look stunning, like the brightest of stars, the most perfect flower.â She sobbed once in his chest, and he kissed her head again. âWeâre all happy for you. We support you no matter what.â
Finally, she chuckled and pulled away, cleaning her tears quickly. âYeah.â She swallowed everything down. âIâm just emotional today.â
He nodded, reached for her hand, and then kissed it. âWe love you, donât forget that.â
Hyejin smiled, but her lips trembled. Namjoon was ready to move along, but Hyejin tightened her grip on his hand and pulled him to lean in. âIâll say this quickly before I lose the chance to. You and Angie are my closest friends. You guys are a match made in heaven. Donât hurt her.â He pulled away with wide eyes, and she smirked. âDonât worry, I told her the exact same thing.â
She squeezed his hand and then let it go. He pressed his lips as he processed all those emotions and walked away to join the rest of the members at their lunch table.Â
The party dragged on, and by the time everyone was celebrating and having lunch together, the seat to the right of Namjoon and the left of Jungkook was still empty.
âWho the hell is âAngieâ anyway?â Jungkook read with a stutter.
Namjoon pressed his lips as they all dug into the food. He wasnât sure how to answer thatâ
âHi again.â
All seven men stopped eating to see the woman dragging the chair to sit down. She smiled at them with individual nods, smiling a little wider to Jungkook as she sat beside him. Namjoon pressed his lips at this; he wasnât sure how to take that smileâ
âDid you have any trouble making it in time?â she leaned in to ask in Namjoonâs ear, and he immediately felt a blush spread on his cheeks.
âNo, I was fine,â he whispered back in English, trying not to combust. Fortunately, none of the others could understand them. âYou?â
Angie huffed as she got ready to taste the appetizer. Hyejin almost bit my head off.â She hummed at how good it was and then smiled. I hope you donât mind; I had to tell her.â She looked worried as she waited for his reaction. âIt was a survival instinct.â
He grinned. âI understand. She sounded⌠authoritarian when she, uh⌠commented about it.â
Angieâs eyes widened. âOh no⌠Did sheâŚ?â He nodded and Angie sighed. âI'm so sorry. Damn it, I didnât imagine she would bother you about it.â
He chuckled. âShe told you the exact same she told me.â Angie tried eating a bite as she pondered on what to say. âShe seems rather protective of us.â
âShe does, doesnât she?â
They were interrupted when celebrations started with people giving speeches and making toasts, and Angie stayed quiet. Despite being a bridesmaid, Hyejin knew why she didnât want to do a speech â she didnât speak Korean. She was there to support her best friend, but she knew she wouldnât really partake in the party.
Namjoon was sweet and translated most of what was happening so she wouldnât feel left out, and she was thankful. She could sense the other guysâ eyes on her, so she decided to become even more invisible so as not to ruin the party for them.
She lost track of time. They were waiting for dessert when the man on her right side drew her attention.
âWho⌠are you?â
His English was probably not good, but she smiled. âIâm Angie,â she answered, bowing shortly.
âIâm Jungkook,â he answered, with a hand on his chest. âWhoâŚâ He looked over at Namjoon and she opened her mouth, then closed it.
Her Korean was truly rudimentary, but she tried to remember it. She knew the word for friend, but she was stomped on how to explainâ
âYou can say it, Iâll translate,â Namjoon offered with a smile.
âI donât want to bother you,â she answered with a pained smile.
âItâs fine.âÂ
His eyes didnât stay on her like she hoped they would, and she tried not to feel discouraged.Â
âIâm Hyejinâs friend. We were roommates for six years in college, so we became pretty close.â
He translated it, and all the guys hummed. Another one asked something.
âJimin asks if youâre also a physician.â
âNo, Iâm a physicist.â She smiled, then chuckled at their confusion. âClose, but not quite the same.â
She asked about them and was surprised to find they were all singers and idols. They were all very good-looking, but then again, so was everyone in Hyejinâs entourage. It made sense because her father and now husband worked in the music industry, but it was always shocking to meet someone seemingly normal but who was truly so rich and famous.
Which reminded her of who she had slept with last night. She kept chatting with them while she considered this in the back of her mind. Namjoon was so great, it was hard to believe, but then again, not really. He was smart, sensible, polite, hot, and a good lover. She almost scoffed in disbelief, how was he still single? But he had to be â Namjoon didnât say anything, and Hyejin would have when Angie told her they had spent the night together.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât catch your names.â She smiled. âJungkook.â She pointed at the man on her right, who smiled.
One by one, they presented each other, and she tried not to give it away, but her eyes fell back on Yoongi. So that was the Yoongi. She didnât mean this musically, of course, she didnât know anything about that.
They chatted, and when the party progressed and they got up to get drinks, she smiled and let them go. She was surprised when Namjoon came back with a flute of champagne for her.
âThank you.â
He nodded with a smile and sat back down.
âCan I ask you something?â
âYeah,â he answered, sipping on his wine.
âDo you know anything about Hyejin and that guy, Yoongi?â
Namjoon raised his eyebrows. âWell⌠I mean, I know something butâŚâ
She leaned toward him and whispered, âWill you tell me? Itâs a big mystery to me. Itâs the only guy she ever spoke about in college.â Namjoon raised his eyebrows. âShe clearly liked him, but when she came back here, I guess she chose someone else. It always confused me.âÂ
Namjoon looked down and nodded as Angie smiled at Hyejin dancing with her dad.
âThis is a secret, I think Iâm the only one of the guys who knows,â he started, and she zipped her lips closed.
âMy lips are sealed. You and I are the only ones who know about this.â
He nodded. âWe grew up together, sheâs Jungkookâs age.â He eyed Angie, suddenly realizing that she was also Jungkookâs age. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, and he shook his head. âYeah, so I have known her the longest since I was the first to join the company, and she reminded me of my younger sister, so we became close. Then Yoongi joined, and she was love-struck. She was only fourteen, but she crushed on him hard. For years, she hung out with all of us, but she was head over heels for him.â
Angie chuckled. âYou mean getting all quiet and red around him?â He nodded. âIâve seen that, but only in passing. She dated in college, but it was never serious. She was always hung up on someone from here,â Angie continued with a sad shrug. âOne time, she got drunk and whined about the âcreamâ incident.â
Namjoon was shocked. âYou know about that?â She nodded. âYou have to tell me!â Her eyebrows jumped. âNo one knows what happened. Yoongi never said anything. Itâs probably the only secret they both kept from us. Or at least from me.â
She eyed him with squinted eyes. âHmm, can you be trusted with such sensitive information?â
His jaw dropped, and then he sat up straight. âI thought we were sharing secretsâŚâ
She grinned. âWe are⌠Youâll keep it a secret?â
âIâll take it with me to my grave.â He promised with a hand over his chest, then his eyebrows puckered. He had said that before.
âItâs silly, really. Basically, when she was eighteen, before she came to the US, she found Yoongi in the kitchen with a can of whipped cream. I think they played for it or something, but it basically exploded on them and covered them up. She was really worried about upsetting him, so she tried to clean him up, and I think things got heated. She might have removed her shirt or his, I donât remember, but I do know that he grabbed her by the shoulders and firmly pushed her to stand away, then he ran off.â Her smile vanished as she remembered Hyejin telling her this. âShe regretted never confronting him about it or telling him how she felt.â Namjoon stayed quiet. âShe saw that as a rejection but never had the guts to confirm it.â
âWe never knew about that. We only ever saw them covered in cream, and they both refused to say anything about it. We even thought they were dating, but they both denied it.â
âI donât think they ever dated,â Angie commented, glancing at Yoongi sipping on a drink at the bar. âOtherwise, she would be marrying him.â
Namjoon nodded with a degree of sorrow. âI agree⌠I never saw anything that made me believe he might have feelings for her until today. I think heâs suffering in his own way.â
She sighed after they stayed quiet for a while. âThatâs so sad⌠Sheâs the one that got awayâŚâ
âSo is heâŚâ
âBut why? I mean, theyâre both adults.â She frowned, turning to look at Namjoon. âWhy did she not go for it when she came back? Was he dating someone else?â
Namjoon attempted to smile. âNo, he wasnât. He still isnât.â
Her eyebrows jumped. âWow, then why? Hyejin knows better than to suck it upââ
âHeâs an idol.â
âSo?â
He pressed his lips and looked down. âItâs just too complicated. Theyâd never have a normal relationship, and it would be a lot of pressure for her.â He raised his eyes and wished it wasnât hurting him that much to say those things. âShe probably never asked because he would have to say no. Even if he wanted to say yes.â
Angie paled as one of her eyebrows lowered in subtle disagreement. She could understand what he was trying to say, but she refused to buy it.
âIâm sorry, but thatâs bullshit.â Her tone was soft. âLook at him, do you think it was worth it? We talked about how success turns into emptiness. I told you that not all sacrifices are worth it, and Iâm not a renowned billionaire star.â She paused. She was frowning despite not wanting to be harsh. She just utterly refused that notion. âIf itâs like this for me, I canât imagine how it is for him.â She looked at Yoongi and then at Hyejin, then swallowed dryly and squared her shoulders. âI hope no one else goes through the same thing.â
She dragged her chair and got up, and he stuttered to say something but was too late to stop her. He saw her walk away, disappearing between all the people, and felt powerless. What could he say? Maybe she was right. Having seen Yoongi and Hyejin grow up together, he surely would have wished it was them getting married today. In a parallel universe, maybe they were. And it was sad to think Yoongi was not as happy as he could have been, butâ
âSheâs pretty.â
Namjoon turned to see Yoongi sitting on Jinâs spot to his left. Namjoon raked his fingers through his hair and nodded. There was nothing to say other than agree.
âAnd she seems interesting, too,â Yoongi mused quietly. âOtherwise, you wouldnât have spent hours talking to her like no one else exists.â
Namjoon pressed his lips, unsure of what to say. âWhen did I?â
âLast night,â Yoongi answered. âAnd today, but you said something that upset her.â
Namjoon huffed and rubbed his face. What the hell was happening with him lately?
âWe were discussing you, actually,â he admitted, eying his hyung.
âMe?â
âYes. And Hyejin.â
Yoongi held his eyes, then looked down at his drink, and Namjoon reached for his. He wouldnât say more than that; they were discussing secrets, after all.
âI love her.â
Namjoon almost choked, and Yoongi scoffed.
âDonât act like you didnât know. You were probably the only one who ever noticed.â
Namjoon nodded slowly. âHow are you?â
âMiserable,â he answered with a smile, then downed his drink. âIâm burying my heart today.â
Namjoon grimaced but didnât know what to say. He still tried, âThings could have been different.â Yoongi scoffed and pushed his empty glass away. âDo you regret it?â
Yoongi heaved a deep breath. âI always wanted to be successful. To have a legion of fans. To have money and comfort. To be recognized for the genius I am.â Namjoon hid his smile with his glass. âLosing her⌠is my only regret.â
Yoongiâs eyes were intense and had a pain contained in them that made Namjoon instantly worried. He didnât remember ever seeing Yoongi like that, though it was true that Yoongi was the most reserved of them all, especially emotionally.
âSo be confident,â Yoongi told him with half a smile. âWhatever you feel or want to do, be confident. You can do it.â
âGuys, youâre not dancing!â Taehyung neared them with the rest of the gang.
âIâm not dancing.â Yoongi scoffed.
âMe neither,â Namjoon agreed with a forced smile.
Angie returned to the table and sat in her spot after giving them all a small smile. The guys restarted chatting, but Namjoon couldnât pay attention. He hadnât turned to see or talk to her, but her quiet presence there burned him. There were things left unsaid between them; he just didnât know what he could say.
âYou have something on your neck.â
He frowned at the male voice speaking in English and turned back â as all of them did, in fact â only to see someone familiar talking to Angie.
Jin tried to call him, âTaesun!âÂ
But he was dismissed quickly with a nod. Jungkook muttered something about Taesun being in his spot, and Taehyung agreed quietly.
âWhat does he want?â
Namjoon let out a deep breath. He knew exactly what Taesun wanted. Hyejin had asked him to make sure her brother wouldnât harass Angie, so Namjoon should have expected him to try something.
âTaesunââ
âIâll be with you guys in a minute, okay?â He gave them a half-caustic smile before turning back to Angie in English. âDid you notice? Right here.â
He meant to touch the skin where her shoulder met her neck, but she backed away to dodge his hand with a frown. By doing this, she almost bumped into Namjoon, who gently caught her shoulders. She felt supported by his touch, but that was her fight, and she shouldnât bother him.
âSorry.â She bowed quietly without looking at Namjoon before turning to Taesun. âYes, I know.â Her tone was dry, as if she was being bothered, which she was.Â
Taesun smiled, maybe choosing not to see it. âDid you hit it somewhere by accident or something?â
Her lips curved. âNo, Iâm pretty sure it was intentional.â
Namjoon had decided to turn halfway toward his bandmates, who were listening to the conversation unapologetically despite not understanding it entirely. He couldnât help a smile at the snarky tone of her voice, and he hid it under his hand.
âWill you dance with me?â
Namjoonâs lips pressed at the wanton tone of Taesunâs voice, and he closed his eyes. After the last words between him and Angie, he would understand it ifâ
âIâm sorry, I really canât.â Namjoonâs eyes snapped open and landed on her, unable to hide his interest. âYou see, I hit more places than my neck last night, so moving would be really uncomfortable.â
Namjoonâs hand stayed over his face, but anyone could tell he looked concerned. Did he hurt her somehow?
Yet Taesun chuckled and shook his head. âI got it, I got it. Itâs a pity, but maybe youâll change your mind later.â
Her lips curved in a polite smile, but she turned away quickly to grab her drink and dismiss him. The others might not have understood a word, but body language and tone of voice spoke volumes. Once Taesun got up, Jungkook immediately sat in his rightful place beside Angie, and Taehyung followed him. They both leaned in worriedly and quietly asked her if she was okay. Taesun was married, and his attitude was distasteful.
Jin and Hoseok immediately bit the bullet and jumped at the opportunity to distract him.Â
Yoongi supported his head on his hand when he asked quite loudly, âHowâs your wife doing?â
Taesun only gave him half a smile before excusing himself.
âHow can Hyejin have the same blood as him,â Hoseok wondered aloud.
âI need another drink,â Yoongi said, getting up.
The others decided to follow him when they eyed Namjoon, who was staring at the table before him while trying to decide something himself. He didnât show intention to follow them, and Taehyung smacked Jungkookâs shoulder amicably so the youngster would be reassured that leaving him there was okay.
As soon as they were gone, Namjoon reached for Angieâs hand on her lap, and she turned to him. âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â she assured him with a smile.
âDid I hurt you?â
âNo.â
âBut you just said youâre uncomfortable moving.â
He was fully leaning into her now, fixed on her glistening eyes and quite alienated from the rest of the party.
âYeah, I would be. With him,â she underlined with clear aversion before her features softened. âI would be comfortable with you, however.â
He smiled, and it reached his heart. His dimples framed his happiness.
Still, he shook his head. âI canât. Too many eyes.â
âItâs just a dance.â Her smile was fading as she understood what was happening.
âI doubt I could keep my hands off you.â His mouth spoke faster than it should have, but it was truthful. He was nothing but himself, he was confident.
âI wouldnât want you to.â
Their eyes locked as they let the silence surround them. His hand was still holding hers on her lap; he was definitely too close to her. It would be obvious to any bystander, and life⌠He only had the one.
âWhen are you leaving?â
âThe day after tomorrow.â
He nodded with a sad smile; he only could have hoped. âWould you⌠have time to be with me?â
He caressed her hand before he looked into her eyes.
She grinned. âHyejin is leaving on her honeymoon tomorrow. I have all the time in the world until Monday.â
He nodded. âThen stay with me.â
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pairing: painter!tae x black fem!reader
synopsis đą: taehyung doesnât tolerate your attitude, especially when heâs not in his right mind for his next painting. punishing you is the only way for you to know heâs serious about that.
warning: SMUT ! mdni , oral ( m receiving ) , filming ( with consent ofc ) , huge d!ck tae ( yes this is a warning ) , reader is black coded , dom!tae , brat!reader , brat taming , let me know if thereâs more !
a/n: this was an anonymous request, also my first time writing smut so itâs probably trash, but hope you enjoy
Taehyung was an amazing artist, the art ideas he had in mind came easily to him, wrist moving swiftly as he painted on a blank canvas, but today was a bad day for Taehyung. He couldnât seem to stay focus nor come up with ideas that seemed new and interesting. Everything looked the same leaving him more angry and destroying countless of canvasesâ left ripped or thrown all across the room.
Taehyung was busy mixing up paints in a container with aggression, grey sleeves pushed up and veins protruding on his hands and arms, and glasses on the tip of his nose. He was pouring his anger out on mixing that he didnât hear your footsteps nearing the door, not until your voice stopped all his movements.
âYouâre still going at itâ Your voice came out in a sarcastic tone as you took in the sight of the messy room and your boyfriend standing in the middle. Your voice got stuck in your throat when taehyung only turned his head and not his full body, eyes boring into yours as his expression was blank. âWhat do you want.â His cold tone was nothing new to you, you knew Taehyung can be cold towards youâ or anyone when heâs angry about his work not coming out the way he wants it to be, but that doesnât stop you from letting your true sarcastic comments slip out from time to time.
Your feet thud against the marble floor on purpose as you moved closer towards Taehyung, slightly kicking the half used canvases out of your way. Taehyung hated when you thud your feet, always telling you to pick your feet up when walking. He eyed your movements before slowly looking up at you with an intense lookâ a warning look that you did not take seriously. First mistake.
Folding your arms over your chest, wearing nothing but Taehyungâs grey shirt thatâs oversized on you. âYouâve been in here for five hours, you promised me youâll only be in here for two hours tae.â Which he did promise, the sincere promise he made right after giving you a kiss. Taehyung sighed as he fully turned his body around to face you. Small container and paint brush still in his hand tightly.
âY/N sometimes promises are meant to be broken, youâll be fine. Iâm busy.â His blunt comment made you mad as you rolled your eyes. He didnât tend to be harsh with his choice of words, but the lack of creativity and your sarcastic tone was making him annoyed. âThen why the fuck did you make the promise in the first place tae?â Taehyung jaw clenched as he looked at you with a hard glare. The bratty behavior and talk back is something Taehyung never liked, especially when you cuss. âWhat I say about cussing?â Taehyung stepped closer to you, towering over your body, but you wouldnât waver. Second mistake.
âBoy I donât care what you said, itâs my mouth. Now like I said fuck you makeââ The gasp you let out as Taehyung finally broke his calmness, throwing the container of paint and paint brush on the floorâ thank god it was washable paint. He gripped your neck pulling your body closer to his as you looked up at him. âBaby I told you I donât tolerate disrespect or you cussing me out, apologize and Iâll let it slide.â Taehyungâs tone was deep, deep to the point you felt your panties start to dampen.
The look he gave you was telling you to utter something slick again, so what you do? Utter something slick again. âIâm not apologizing for shit.â Third mistake.
âThatâs it take it all.â Taehyung groaned deeply glancing down at you as he gripped the back of your neck holding you still as he fucked your mouth. Loud gaging noises was music to his ears. âYou look so pretty with my cock down your throat.â He smirked loving the sight of your tears pooling down to your puffy cheeks, spit and precum glistening on your chin and down on the floor, balls slapping on your chin repeatedly from Taehyungâs hard thrust.
âcanât bitch now, can you?â Tilting his head back, gripping the wooden table from behind him tightly as he bucked his hips. You looked up at him as you tried your best to breath out your nose, griping his thick thighs to slow his movements. âNah, be the brat you wanted to be and take it.â
Taehyungâs girth had your mouth stretching painfully, but you enjoyed it. His tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as you moaned around his length sending vibrations to taehyungâs cock causing him to moan. âFuck baby, just like that.â He loved seeing your eyes filled with tears, made him weak in the knees. âS-Shit baby let me record you being good for me, hmm?â You nod your head yes as Taehyung stopped his thrust.
You could finally catch your breath as Taehyung slipped out your sore mouth. Cock drooping low from being to heavy to stand on its own. You hear him unlock his phone and pressing the record button. Gripping the base of his cock you stick out your tongue to let him slap his fat red tip on it. Pretty wet eyelashes blinking up at him as he slide back in, going back to his brutal thrusting.
Taehyung gripped the phone tight as he looked at the camera catching the pornographic scene. Biting his lip trying hard to suppress the smirk seeing you gag around him as he held you in place, nose hitting his freshly shaved pubic bone as he stuffed his cock down your throat. What felt like minutes he finally let go of your head causing you to pull back completely. Taking a huge gasp of air as spit connected from his swollen tip to your now puffy lips.
âYou look a mess pretty.â You whimpered looking up at him breathing hard. He wanted to ruin you completely as punishment. Normally he would edge you on, but since you ran your mouth so much he decided to put it to good use. âCock drunk already?â He slightly tapped your face with his free hand before gripping your jaw to look up at the camera.
âApologies for being a brat baby and maybe Iâll go gentle.â Your hands rubbed up on his thighs as you looked up at him so pretty. âI-Im sorry for being a brat, it wonât happen a-again tae.â Voice practically raspy from the stretch, Taehyung smiled. âGood girl, finish me off.â He moved his hand from your jaw, allowing you to finally take control. His cock felt heavy in your hands as you jerked him off placing him back in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth.
âOh myâ fuck youâre amazing.â To be honest this is exactly what Taehyung needed, from all the pent up stress he had today, fucking your throat was the only option in his mind to release it. âFuck baby Iâm close.â Taehyungâs moans turns into whimpers as you pulled away to jerk him off faster sticking out your tongue.
âshitshitshitshit.â Taehyungâs jaw dropped as his eyes rolled back, stomach caving in as thick ropes of his cum splattered all on your tongue, lips and cheeks. You looked pretty to him.
Taehyung turned the recording off, placing his phone on the table behind him. He watched as you scooped the remaining cum off your cheeks and lick your fingers clean.
âYou are truly amazing baby.â Helping you up off the floor Taehyung kissed you passionately, tasting his own bittersweet cum. The kiss was sloppy yet loving. âNo more distractions, ok?â Placing a harsh slap on your ass you smiled. âOk.â You giggled as he picked you up bridal style carrying you to yâall shared bedroom.
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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: âBy The Fatesâ Masterlist
For November 2024, we put together a collection of fics to celebrate fate!
We asked our members to share all of their soulmates, fated lovers, mates, and everything in between fics with us so that we could share them with you!
So, if you are in a fateful mood, this masterlist is for you!
In this post, youâll find fics from our network members that feature a variety of BTS members as the main character(s) with various AU types and tropes!
Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!
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SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count
đđâ ď¸ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 11,231
đđâ ď¸ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) AU/Genre: Strangers to Bonded Mates, Fantasy, Fae/Magick Rating: MA WC: 56,072
đđâ ď¸ Bound By Magic | @downbad4yoongi [3/3] Pairing: Wizard!Namjoon x Witch!f.Reader AU/Genre: Witch/Wizard, Magic, Soulmates Rating: MA WC: 11,698
đđâ ď¸ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Hades!Hoseok x Persephone!Yoongi AU/Genre: Mafia, Modern Mythology, Fate Rating: MA WC: 7,902
đđ Merry and Mended | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Yoongi x Omega!Taehyung AU/Genre: A/B/O, Holiday Fluff Rating: MA WC: 8,540
đđâ ď¸ If it's our last | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Pistil!Jimin x Stamen!Jungkook AU/Genre: Pistilverse AU, Strangers to Lovers, Almost Romeo and Juliet Rating: MA WC: 2,404
đđâ ď¸ Now I'm Yours | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Reluctant Mates to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 14,064
đđâ ď¸ As Fate Would Have It | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook AU/Genre: Soulmates, Fated Lovers, Strangers to Lovers Rating: MA WC: 15,436
đđâ ď¸ Golden Cufflinks | @colormepurplex2 [1/1] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU/Genre: A/B/O, Best Friend's Fiance, Strangers to Mates Rating: MA WC: 11,742
đđâ ď¸ Slow Dancing | @yoonia [13/13] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Namjoon x Reader AU/Genre: Soulmates, Second Chances Rating: MA WC: 125,602
đđâ ď¸ The Agile Fox | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x OFC x Yoongi AU/Genre: Shifters, Werewolves, Mates Rating: MA WC: 51,966
đđâ ď¸ Of Bears and Bonds | @yoonia [3/3] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU/Genre: Shifters, Witches, Mates Rating: MA WC: 68k
đđâ ď¸ The Half-Lycan | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Werewolf!Taehyung x Human!Reader AU/Genre: Werewolves, Mates Rating: MA WC: 42k
đđâ ď¸ We Are All Dreamers | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU/Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Soulmates Rating: MA WC: 16,526
đđâ ď¸ Beneath The Boughs | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Namjoon x f.Reader AU/Genre: Robinhood Retelling, Soulmates Rating: MA WC: 15,548
đđâ ď¸ Curse of The Serpent | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Perseus!Namjoon x Medusa!Jimin AU/Genre: Gods and Monsters, Greek Mythology Retelling, Enemies to Fated Lovers Rating: MA WC: 12,024
đđâ ď¸ Dream For Us | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: Hyung Line x f.Reader AU/Genre: Demi-Gods, String of Fate Rating: MA WC: 15,255
đâ ď¸ Umbra (Part 1) | @pars-ley [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader AU/Genre: Soulmates, Fantasy, Demons and Angels Rating: MA WC: 1,585
đđâ ď¸ Red Thread of Fate | @pars-ley [1/1] Pairing: Seokin x f.Reader AU/Genre: Vampires, Soulmates, Fantasy Rating: MA WC: 6,668
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â ď¸ Serendipity's Path | @mrsparkjimin18 [4/4] Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader AU/Genre: Soulmates, Strangers to Lovers Rating: PG-13 WC: 8,912
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BEYOND BOUNDARIES- k.th

⥠Pairing : Taehyung x f!reader
⥠: drabble, fwb, cheating reader and th , smut , slight (VERY LITTLE) angst , brat reader , cockwarming , unprotected sex (practice safe sexx!) , big dick tae, crying, overstimulation, choking, rough- lmk if i missed any <3
W/c : 1,918
Pt.2
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. âŠâË.ââžââşââ§

T4e : hey
T4e : You there?
Your phone was buzzing repeatedly. It was 1 in the morning. Your sweet boyfriend sleeping next to you unaware of your sick secret. It was so wrong. You hated it. Everytime you wanted to end it ,, you would still go back to his arms.
Y/n : Hey sorry
Y/n : I was asleep.
'Why don't you just break up w him?' you couldn't. It just couldn't happen. It was not easy for you.
T4e : Oh did i wake you up?
Y/n : Yes. You did. But whatever,, tf do you want?
T4e : Come over. She is not there today. I really need you.
Y/n : Oh come on. You are unbelievable. This is the last time!
Or so you would think
T4e : You said the same thing a year ago. Just come over. It won't take that long
Y/n : Fine.
You turned off your phone and turned over to your bf.
"Hey baby i gotta go finish up w something rn,, is it okay?"
You lied. Your bf woke up , "really rn? It's 1 am!" "Yeah.. the girls need my help urgently apparently " You blatantly lied "Well fine then! Go on. Take care of yourself tho." "I will dw". And w that you got up , changed into the first thing you saw and left. Your guts were telling you it was wrong but still you decided to ignore it and left.
"Finally!!" Taehyung said dramatically as you entered his apartment. "Come to my room ,, im playing a game rn". You dropped your things and followed him into his room. You saw him getting seated in his chair ,, the only light illuminating the room being the bright computer lights. He turned towards your direction. "Come sit!" He said pointing at his dick. You rolled your eyes and went to him. You sat on his lap and could feel his cock hitting your clothed crotch. "What are you doing?" You asked " be my cocksleeve". You were surprised. You had never done cockwarming w him. It was new. You looked at him. "What?,, You sure?" You ask him w an eyebrow raised. "I can't rlly focus on this game and i needed a good fucking pussy to help me concentrate,, ofc im sure!" He said ,, as he slid your shorts down your legs. You were wearing a lacy thin pantie. His favourite. "Baby got all dolled up for me?! Im flattered" he teased. You blushed at his remarks. "Why couldn't you get your gf to do this instead?" You said playfully. "She cant take all of this" he kissed you passionately and you kissed him back. His hands holding your waist to keep you stable. They slowly crept lower and a sharp spank was laid on your right cheek . You whined into his mouth due to the pain. Taehyung chuckled and broke the kiss. Without much thinking he pulled down his shorts and out came his long big thick and erect dick. "Spit on it" he commanded. You collected your spit in your mouth and spat on it, slowly rubbing up and down with your hand to spread your spit and the pre down his shaft. You pushed your pantie to the side and lifted yourself to settle on his cock. You slowly sunk into the girth. Him slowly stretching you out. Breathy groans were coming out of Taehyung's mouth while you were giving out broken moans clearly still not adjusted to his size. "So tight everytime i f-fuck you...gah-" he choked out. You were already drooling. Not even half way in. You finally settled yourself and it was hard not to move. Taehyung kissed your forehead. "Don't move okay? I really need to win this!" You nodded and took your phone out, to spend the time and threw your head over his shoulder. Taehyung put on his headphones and started to play his game. A few minutes in and a few of his friends had joined. You were comfortabley settled on his cock. Taehyung was trying to focus but your soft walls were not letting him. You on the other hand was scrolling through socials and trying to ignore any thoughts about your boyfriend.
It was 20 minutes in and you were getting bored. His dick was constantly twitching inside of you and the god awful screaming coming out of his headphones was getting annoying. You decided to move a little. Just a little. "I told you not to move doll." He said sternly. "Im boreeddddd taeeeeee" you said. "Give me sometime baby after im done w this I will fuck your brains out ,, does that sound good?" You looked at him and nodded w a huge smile plastered on your face. Taehyung went back to his game and you back to scrolling on social media.
A few minutes passed and it started to look like he was almost done. The screams coming from the headphones were so loud you could hear it outside.
You heard him putting his controller down which signalled that he was done w his stupid game. He removed his headsets and pulled your hair back softly so you can face him. "So now where were we?" Without any hesitation he kissed you roughly. Hunger was clearly in the kiss and you were running short of breath. He quickly picked you up and threw you into his bed finally ending the 30 minute cockwarm. His cock was glistening of your liquids and you couldn't help but stare at how much it twitched. "Like what you see? You want it baby?" You were brought back to earth and you gave him a small smirk and nod. He undressed himself and started crawling towards you. You felt like a prey infront of a predator,, you were getting excited. He reached your neck and started leaving wet kisses all over. Taehyung was having the urge to mark you w his dark purple hickeys but he knew he couldn't because of the situation you both are in.
Your hands were around his neck ,, your mouth leaving out soft moans which was turning him on to the core. Taehyung slowly crept his hand under your black cropped tee. "And no bra? Damn baby you rlly wanted to impress me yeah?" You blushed at his remarks. He removed the flimsy top and admired your perfect tits. His one hand was gropping it while the other was playing w your hard nipples. "...T-Tae.. please..." You moaned out. "You want me to go down?" "..mhmmm...." You nodded. "Whatever you want doll" and with that his head dropped to your soaking cunt. "So wet ,, just like i want it to be" he dipped his head into your pussy and started eating you out. Time was not by his side today so he had to do things quick. You let out a huge groan ,, absolutely loving the friction of the panties and his mouth against your pussy. "Just like that .. ngghhh .. Hhhh" you pushed his head lower and entangled your fingers in his hair. He moaned against your cunt "you never disappoint me fuckkkk..." You felt your ego getting boosted up by his remarks. "Fuck tae- I'm going -" and before you could say anything else he stopped. You whined at the action. "Baby you want me to eat you out or fuck your tight little pussy?" He asked coming up and facing you with his head tilted to the side. You stayed silent. "Answer me." He said sharply but you still didn't answer him. He chuckled lightly and before you could even comprehend your panties were long gone. "So you won't answer me huh?" You felt something in your entrance. He was slowly pushing himself inside you. A loud gasp escaped your mouth when he pushed into you w no warning. "Yeah? You gonâ keep quiet or answer me?" He asked with a stupid smirk across his face, your legs were hiked up on his thighs, his entire length fit inside till the brim. "Tae pleaseâŚ" he quirked his eyebrows up before giving you a sharp thrust. "Hm?" You let a loud moan. One of His hand slowly went up your body and hooked it around your neck, squeezing lightly. His other hand on your belly feeling the bulge he created in your lower abdomen. His thumb on your throbbing clit, pressing down on it with no mercy. His hips started picking up pace. From slow gentle movements to harsh fast ones. He drew circles on your clit, his cock hitting that sweet spongy spot that made you see stars. "Huh baby? You wanna be bratty right?" You nod at his words without even thinking as tears spilled from your eyes. Vision blurry, mouth parted with broken moans and whines escaping every second as he thrusted into you with more and more force, hitting your cervix each time. Your hands were on his wrists, trying to push them away. You were overstimulated. Cries after cries as he kept fucking you into tomorrow. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before licking up your salty tears. His grip on your neck loosened, his other hand slowing down his movements on your clit. "Do you feel good baby? Yeah? Do you want me to keep going? You want me to fill you up?" You kept silent, not being able to comprehend his questions. "Answer me doll!" He removed his hands from your neck and held your face tightly, forcing you to stare into his eyes. His forehead was glistening. Loose hairs sticking to his forehead. His mouth was parted, panting heavily. You looked into his eyes before speaking. "Yes! ⌠yes!! You feel so fucking good babe! I want you to fill me up and never stop!" Your eyes rolling back as his hip movements never stopped. Back arched. A small smirk was on his, pleased to hear you speak up. "Attagirl.â
He plopped you on your stomach. You lifted your ass up. Involuntarily. A low chuckle left his mouth as he gave a slap to your ass before spreading your cheeks to admire your puffy red pussy. Your head was pushed into his pillow. You whined at the feeling of the cold air hitting your sensitive cunt. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head backwards. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear. "Let me use you up, alright?" He said before pushing your head back down. His hips pushed into your sopping cunt without any hesitation. Moving in and out mercilessly. Muffled whines and moans left your mouth. Your spit and tears staining his silk pillow covers. "So-so.. fucking good.." he moaned as your gummy walls squeezed around his length. His hand, which was previously on your clit went back to your clit, penetrating it. "Gonna have you cumming all over my dick. Gonna- haveâŚ" he choked at how desperately your pussy was clenching around him. "Fuck!" He groaned as his paced quickened. "Taehyung!! Fuck! Shit!" You were borderline screaming at this point. He was fucking into you so hard, it was making you black out.
"Taehyung!! Im gonna fucking-âŚ" before you could continue he thrusted into you with all his strength, pushing you forward a bit. "Go on doll.. let it all out" you shut your eyes tight. Lips biting hard, almost bruising your lower lip. Taehyung was fucking you as he pleased. His thrusts never stopped and just kept getting harder and better. Before you could come undone, your phone rang.
Shit.
A/n: AHH MY FIRST EVER FICCCC! Lmk if you liked it and your honest opinions are always welcome! >< Apologies for the spelling errors! LMK IF YOU WANT A PART TWO! Ty ^^
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Crazy to see older videos and moments cause JK was such an open book when he was looking at Tae. So many moments where it seems like he either had no idea or didnât care how he was openly beaming, staring, laughing in the most smitten and endeared way. â¤ď¸â𩹠I think it hits a bit harder cause the past two, three years he definitely seemed more guarded, more overthinking and just not as openly expressive as before. Sure there were slip ups but overall he seemed like he wanted to control it more. Do you also got this impression? And sometimes it felt like he masked his inevitable fond or love by maybe pretending to be forcefully nonchalant or indifferent or at times even annoyed or appeared not as at ease as before. Eg. Suchwita comes to mind and ofc the - mind you heavily edited and also narritive serving - AYS. I think both scenarios would have looked way different with Jungkook during eg Dynamite era, where he was way less guarded, in general but also around Tae. I get it, still makes me sad a little. I am sure he had his reasons and I am sure Taehyung knew too but sometimes the comparison hits hard and also makes it obvious to me once again how much internal struggle there must be â¤ď¸ what do you think? Maybe Iâm reaching completely here, after all we canât and wonât know! X
I am glad you phrased this like he wants to protect something. There's a few too many people think he's dismissive and cold towards Taehyung but I don't see that at all.
I see a guy who has matured into his feelings and I also see some pretty high stakes that only get higher with time, pressure, level of commitment, all those kinds of things. Of course he's keeping it close to him. That's where it's safest.
That's not to say he doesn't still wear his heart on his sleeve. You know, people seem determined to separate things out into "times Tae has been loud" and "times JK has been loud" but to believe they're being loud, you have to believe they're a pair, right? Tae told us about Hawaii but it was JK on the plane, JK in the photos, JKs hand on the neck. (And no I don't believe Tae shared it recklessly, that's another narrative that can get in the trash where it belongs)
Contrary to popular belief, he's loud in his own way.
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im so obsessed with the hills by the weeknd (the ending of it), and this song give me dark vibe and make me feel things. do you take request? can u write a oneshot (or series) taehyung or jungkook x reader with this kind of dark romance vibes đđťđđť. (if u okay with it ofc not forcing tho)
đŤĄim screaming lolđŤ thank you sm for my first evaaa request , I absolutely love this đĽšnoww my the hills days are somewhere far behind me , I had to listen to it again to refresh my memory of the themes and damnnn đŤ˘yk what , let me cook đď¸đď¸.
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skin deep
toxic!taehyung x toxic!reader
tae bc I can't do this with jk today.
genre: dark romance
Summary: your husband is obsessed with you , his little doll , to spoil of all the little big things that money can buy , anything and everything but ever spending time with you , next to his job you come 5th and , even then you never imagined yourself cheating , you are spoilt rotten , and just what Taehyung needs .
warnings : cheating themes , reader and tae are toxic but he's a tad bit unhinged ,adult themes , possessiveness and obsession.
I deadass hate cheating, I'm still gonna experiment though.
mdni.
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you don't need much from him , not another Birkin bag , not the most exclusive pair of shoes and absolutely not the exclusivity of what the two of you share
he simply doesn't have the time for you , neither does he , how could two people be so similar yet so different?.
junho, your husband lives for you , breathes for you ,you get all you could ever want being an heiress who never missed anything from parental care to far from basic necessities, your parent's adored you and it was only natural that you married the son of an equally influential name ,it was good for business plus the man worshiped the ground you walked on , he loves you and there within lies the safety net , the refugee for your feelings
your emotions that HE does not indulge , you save those for Junho.
Taehyung likes you on his lap,sitting pretty with his arm secure around your waist while he jolts his hips up with an innate force pounding into your soaping cunt, Taehyung loves you , the faces you make when you're fucked out like this , the way you go putty in his hands and let him get high off you , when you're so close like this and he ditched his fix for the full experience the moment it randomly hit him that you were something a bit addicting , he just wanted to confirm that his senses were not entirely tainted with all the drugs that infiltrated his regular routines , it wasn't the drugs and Taehyung craves you more , it only makes him love you more
but love to Taehyung holds an entirely different meaning , you have love all around you , you breathe and exhale love , it's not what Taehyung translates to you when he holds your chin in a tight grip and tears your expensive dresses off you
it's something deeper , something intense , animalistic , something a married woman should definitely not be getting up to and not even guilt and can save you from this , you feel a twinge of guilt until he's there in front of you , all over you and he fucks you in ways you never knew you needed
Taehyung loves you , what you have is by far the best relationship he has ever had , Taehyung is obsessed with you but never in the way that Junho is and that is why this dynamic works so well , there is simply no room feelings and that makes everything perfect , for you , for him .
you don't pester him about anything at all , you are just like him , different motivations that lead towards the same goal post , you are the way you are because you are married satisfied with everything you have , Taehyung was your concious mistake , you knew he was your mistake and you never knew that your heart could so easily be separated from your motives until you came across him .Kim Taehyung , business associate of your husband , you had known him for nearly 5 years , occupied the same expensive venues an uncountable number of times , he knew you as his wife , he watched him flaunt you on his good arm , witnessed the love your huband held for you , loud and proud even when with the little time he had on his schedule, Taehyung saw it all and despised it , he has never in a day of his life wished for that ,he is screwed and selfish that's why it was so easy for him to desire you ,to fuck you and return you back to him for what he won't let anyone try out of him , not even perfect little you
his views of love are skewed but he knows he loves you when his mind tracks back to how this whole ordeal began , a dreadful mistake on your part and an eye cleanse on his, it was 5pm and your husband had invited the man to dinner, no warning, no heads up, nothing
it had been a minute since you last received any action and you had just happened to come across the cutest- no, sexiest lace lingerie during your shopping trip
you texted your husband that you had prepared the most delicious dinner before tossing your phone to the side and spending hours on preparing to get your back blown out , that is why you didn't get to think much of it when the door bell rang on cue just as you placed the make up brush down and you gave it one last look in the mirror before swaying your way to the door
it was pure horror
if you located your phone you would surely find the apology send by your husband telling you that he was going to be a bit late
serve some of your delicious dinner for Mr Kim and pass my apologies, love you.
oh if only he had known, how Taehyung simply accepted fate , the way his eyes darkened, the way your face drained of color , the way Taehyung's eyes wouldn't dare to depart from your body , the way they burn holes into every exposed curve, you were damn near naked marinating in embarrassment,
you hesitated not sure whether to let him in with how wide you had opened the door
was this how you greeted guests
"M-mr Kim?..."
after a quick debate and your mind buffering you let him in , it would have been rude if you left him out there, right?
you consoled yourself with the idea that Mr Kim has seen all this and beyond better before , you too have eyes and you'd be lying if you said you had not looked at him and found yourself awestruck , you have thought of him in the most innocent of lights never has your body heated up like this
you leave him to sitting, everything of him is respectful, you'd swear you had just not flashed the man if it was not for the eyes you feel on your back when you make a trail up to your bedroom
you were still so eager of your efforts that's why you settled for a fluffy robe instead of changing into respectable clothes like a wife should
something changed that night between you two, something you would go on to avoid even when your panties further stuck to your folds , your husband was who you needed
your husband who barely made dinner while his guest's eyes untied the robe off your body , it shouldn't work like that but you felt sexy , frustrated and so much desired from the visitor who sat across you, the temptations hanging in the air unaddressed, the handsome man with intense eyes had seen you, the stretch marks decorative of your ass and all that entranced his mind was the bubbling effect of each cheek as you walked away from him, he fought, tried to keep his gaze off you to make you comfortable irregardless of the damage already inflicted
Half past five.
the rest of Taehyung's night carried on , leading him to a familiar door step with self destructive company , alcohol and drug induced highs pacing the fine image of you at the back of his mind.
To be continued...
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Sitting/laying on them
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: How they would react to you casually sitting on their lap or laying on them.
Warnings: none
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this, and thank you to everyone else who sent asks this week! I'll try to get part of them out this weekendđ
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Seokjin: Actually really likes casual skinship, so you sitting on his lap just makes sense and feels very natural to him. He is a menace tho and will start to pick on you if he gets bored, so just beware.
Yoongi: True tsundere, he tries to pretend he doesn't really like it, but secretly he loves it! You're like the best weighted blanket in the world to him and finds having you so close really comforting.
Hobi: Loves it, drags you onto his lap every chance he gets, as if he can't have you close enough. His favorite time of the day is when you're laying on him, playing with his hair as y'all talk before bed.
Namjoon: Pretty neutral about it, most of the time. He usually doesn't initiate it, but sometimes when he's feeling particularly needy, he'll pull you over to him and be like "You wanna sit with me?"(ofc you do)
Jimin: Another big fan of casual skinship, so of course he loves that you seem to naturally gravitate to him. Likes being able to wrap his arms around your middle and rest his chin on your shoulder.
Taehyung: If you don't sit on his lap, he's gonna sit on yours, so you better figure out which option you want and fast, because the man need his cuddles or else he acts like the world is ending.
Jungkook: Clingy boy loves it, but likes to tease you about it a little, like "Do you really have to sit/lay here?" but refuses to let you move. Tends to sway you both from side to side, so there's a slight risk of him rocking you to sleep(I don't mind it tho).
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Chapter 52: My EverythingâŚ
đFic Pairing: OT7 x OFC
đAU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW/Paranormal
đWarnings: Sex/Smut/Filth/Adult Content/Adult Language/Sexual Content/Orgy/Anal Sex (M|F, M|M)/Oral Sex (M|F, M|M)/Unprotected Sex/Brief Bondage/BDSM/Harness/Collar
đRating: MA
đWord Count: 5,414
Jinâs POV
It was like something out of a movie. Never in my entire life have I experienced anything like this or even had the thought that I would. The sound of Jungkook and Yoongiâs deep moans mixed with Tiaâs soft whimpers have me clinging to the edge.
âMmm. Jin. Hobi. ComeâŚOh my God,â Yoongi offers the best invitation he can muster, barely able to mumble our names.
âYes! Please,â Tiaâs tiny voice calls to us. âFuck, Yoongi, you feel so good.â
Honestly, Iâm reluctant because I feel like one dip into the shallow end of her waters will end me immediately.
âCome on, bro. Even if we tap out early, we have all night. This is just a physical manifestation of our love for one another, right? No judgment, just love.â
Iâm thankful that Hoseok can understand my concerns without me even verbalizing them, and heâs right. Surely, lasting all night long is an unrealistic expectation Iâm putting on myself. Following Hoseok onto the bed, I notice that Jungkookâs strokes are becoming irregular as heâs holding onto Taehyungâs head, gently fucking up into his slobbery mouth. The stream of drool collecting at the base of his dick begins to flow down his hip and onto the bed. Taehyungâs arched back has him wide open, and I notice a cute little green jewel peeking from his full ass. I lick my lips, taking in the spectacle.
From the way, Jungkookâs thighs and abs flex each time he lifts himself from the bed to the way drool seeps from Taehyungâs mouth to flow down his shaftâfrom the way the lube trickles down the crack of Tiaâs cheeks right before Hoseok begins to work his fingers into her ass, stretching her open. Passion can be translated in their stare as he and Yoongi look at one another over Tiaâs shoulder, Hoseok slowly beginning to push his tip into her tight hole. The way they are alternating to slowly fuck in and out of her. And the sounds! Heavy breathing and smacks of pussy and mouths fill the room. Intoxicating. All of these factors combined have me nearly spent before I even reach Tia. But when she reaches over to wrap her small hand around my engorged dick, her fingers are unable to connect around my girth. She guides me closer so she can slide her hot tongue across my slit before encasing me within her mouth. Her moans vibrate up my shaft and throughout my entire body. Iâm able to glide easily in and out of her warm, wet mouth, and the feeling has me moaning her name.Â
âTia. Fuck,â slides out on a whisper. She takes me in deeper and swallows meâŚliterally. Gulping me down, she fists the length that is unable to fit into her mouth and I feel myself being pulled deeper into her throat as her throat muscles flex and squeeze around me, and this is the final straw. âAH! SHIT,â leaps from my chest, and I spray a mouthful of my cum across her tongue and down her greedy hole. Warm cum coats her skin as she drinks down what she can while gasping for air, but my load is more than her mouth can handle, leaving spurts to escape the corners of her mouth.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby? Did Jin fill you up too much? His dick was so fat in your little mouth, but you handled him so well, made him cum so much,â Yoongi says while pulling her pelvis down to meet his. âYouâre such a good girl, making him cum so hard and look at your pretty face all smeared with his nut. Come here, let me help you,â Yoongi offers while still slowly stroking deep into her.Â
My dick doesnât even have a chance to go soft as I watch him lap up my cum from her face, only to then share it with Hoseok when he leans over Tiaâs back to retrieve his share with his tongue. My eyes grow wide, watching the strings of my cum pull away after their tongues touch. They come back together to kiss, swiping my semen around inside each otherâs mouths. Holy fuck.Â
Yoongiâs POV
âOh my GOD,â Tia whimpers when Hoseok begins to nestle into her other hole. She already feels amazing, wrapped tightly around my dick, but with Hoseok now filling her ass, sheâs even more snug. Hard dick is pressing against my own as he pushes in and Iâm pulling out. He pulls out as Iâm pushing in, and it all feels so fucking good. But itâs something about the way he sits up on his knees, taking the straps that bind Tiaâs hands in one hand and pulling on the strap attached to her collar with the otherâeyes on meâ this is the icing on the cake.
âMy hands,â Tia says, and Hoseok immediately works at the buckle to release her wrists. She reaches over and leads Jin to us, guiding him along by the base of his hardened dick. He comes, more comfortable now, drunk off of lust, and I watch as his thick member slips into Tiaâs mouth. I dig my fingertips into the flesh of her hips, as if holding on to her will keep me from being pulled under by this wave of pleasure.Â
Slurping, suckling, and gagging, Tia deepthroats Jin and it is music to my ears; the sound is hitching a ride on my bloodstream and coursing through my veins. The noises that come from Jin as he climaxes are then mirrored by Jungkook as he does the same moments later. Iâm so high off of the sexual energy in this room that I allow my intrusive thoughts to win and lick the overflow of Jinâs cum from Tiaâs chin and lips, which turns Hoseok on even more. He leans over her back to partake in the creaminess of it all, licking his portion from my tongue while heâs still slowly stroking in and out of her little ass. Jinâs load stretches between us before we reconnect with a kiss. Hoseok sits back up to rest on his knees and rests his hands on mine, placed on Tiaâs hips. He eyes her ass, more prominent as sheâs leaning over, her breasts on my chest. Following my lead, he finds the rhythm again, stroking into her one after another.
âYoongi,â Tia mewls into my ear.
âDonât call me like that, with that voice,â I say. Itâs as if it is doing something to me from within, intensifying the overwhelming sensations. âJust take this dick like a good girl, okay? You like when I stay on that spot like this?â
âYes! I love it,â she confesses. âI love it, Yoongi.âÂ
Is she challenging me? âTia,â I warn.
âYes? Yes, Yoongi?â
âFuck!â
Long and strong, this climax is the most intense Iâve ever experienced in my life, causing bursts of color to blur my vision. Hoseok stills, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, relishing in the feeling as my dick throbs, releasing my seed deep within Tiaâs walls. Something primal takes over me, and I wrap my arms around Tiaâs torso and begin to slam into her like a madman, mixing my cream with her juices to create a decadent blend of our desires. For the first time in my life, I am able to fully let go, to give in to the instincts Iâve been holding back in an attempt to control myself, conform to societal norms. But not tonight. Not with them.Â
Deep thrusts dig into her guts, coloring her insides with my pleasure again, without a care in the world, only listening for the one word that would make me stop. âArmyâ.As the high begins to fade and my pace slows, it feels like I'm descending from a state of ascension back to earth. Tia's body trembles in my arms, slumping as she comes down from her climax. I gently caress her backâa stark contrast to the man I was just moments ago. Hoseok is doing the same, leaning back on his heels, catching his breath, and gently rubbing the rounds of Tiaâs ass. Â
âDamn, Yoongi,â he begins, âthat was wild. I donât think Iâve ever cum that hard.â After pulling out, he leans over to kiss the small of her back, then asks, âAre you okay, baby girl? Did I pull too tight on your straps?â
âNo, Iâm fine. I justâdamn,â she says, and I can feel it when she smiles against my chest. âThat was so amazing. The two of you filled me up so good.â
Namjoon climbs up to join us as we shift positions. Jimin moves over to lie beside Jungkook and Taehyung, taking the spot I just vacated. I rise to unfasten Tiaâs thigh restraints from the strap beneath her breasts, gently helping her reposition. She leans forward to plant a soft kiss on Jiminâs lips before lying back on the bed beside him, her body relaxed and inviting.
Jin doesnât hesitate. With deliberate slowness, he slides into her drenched heat, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he revels in the sensation.
âFuuuuuuckâŚâ he groans, sounding as if heâll never get used to the feeling. Allowing his hand to trail up her soft body, he slides from her stomach up between her breasts, then he glides a thumb across her plush lips. âFuck, baby. Youâre so wet. So fucking tight.â
She gasps when he bottoms out, nodding she says, âMmm hmm. Do you feel what you guys do to me?â
On her side, opposite Jimin, I lean in, kissing her lips gently, while Jin fucks into her slowly. Her nails scrape across my scalp before she tugs on my hair. I let her, then release her lips to place open-mouthed kisses down her neck and chest, finding my way to suck on her nipples. I make a mental note that she loves nipple play, judging by the way she whimpers and squirms underneath Jin.Â
âAh!â Tia exclaims as she is pulling my hair harder now while grinding her hips, needing to feel every inch of Jin.
After releasing my hair by gently pulling her fingers free, I move out of the way for Hoseok to place his tip on her lips, and she opens her mouth to ravenously receive him. Again, I donât fight the urges that arise in me, and find myself licking and sucking on his shaft along with her. With slow, oscillating movements, I move my head back and forth, gliding my wet lips and tongue from the base of his dick back up to meet Tia at his head, pulling the thin skin of his shaft into my mouth, sporadically. Down, then back up, I begin tongue-kissing Tia with the tip of Hoseokâs penis right in the middle of our lapping tongues.Â
âFuck,â he says, looking down at us. âYou both look so beautiful.â
Namjoon is behind Hoseok, snaking his arms around him, and starts licking and kissing his neck with one hand around his throat and the other holding him against his chest, his fingers splayed across his abdomen.
âOh, shit,â he says, now being pleasured by us three and enjoying the views.
Jiminâs POV
After Jungkook cums, I find myself lying next to Tia, legs spread, with Taehyung on top of me, our dicks brushing against each other with each stroke administered by Jungkook from behind. Since this is a first for us all, he takes things slowly, being gentle with Taehyung while I hold him close to my chest, comforting him while also praising them both.
âYou sound so pretty, baby, and youâre talking his dick so well,â I push back the strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. âHow does Jungkook feel fucking you like this? I wish you could see how sexy he looks rocking into you.â
âFeels. So. Ugh,â he says, burying his face into my neck, where he begins to lick and nibble at my flesh.
âDo you think you can take him?
Jungkook asks the question while looking down at me, and I answer without hesitation. âIâm ready to try.â
Taehyungâs head pops up to search for any uncertainty in my face, and I answer by pulling him in to explore his mouth with my tongue. I gasp when I feel Jungkookâs warm fingers spread the lubricant across my hole before he begins to insert a finger. Then two. Holding on to Taehyung just as tightly as he clings to me, I know that pleasure is on the other side of this discomfort. Jungkook begins to stretch me, moving his fingers in a scissor-like motion. While the feeling is foreign, it starts to feel nice after getting used to the welcomed intrusion. After several minutes of prep, Jungkook removes his fingers, and Taehyung and I freeze, lips now pressed together, when Jungkook places Taehyungâs head at my entrance.
âAre you sure, Jimin?â Taehyung asks the question, panting as his breath brushes against my lips.
âIâm sure,â I answer. âIâve wanted you for a while now, to have you this close to me again.â Things in the shower didnât escalate to this point, but the need for him is even stronger than before.
Slowly and gently, he dips in, just a fraction, then out. Even Jungkook stills, allowing Taehyung time to work himself in. The feeling of being penetrated is taking me on a journey of sensations. The pressure is insane, but I try to relax, knowing that tensing wonât make this a pleasurable experience for either of us. Taehyung pushes in further, stretching me wide. The burn is borderline unbearable and almost makes me tap out, but I endure it. My whole body is on fire, and sweat prickles at my brow. Iâm panting and holding on to him for dear life, and the sounds that escape me; Iâve never made or heard before.
âIs this okay?â Taehyung checks in, and I reassure him Iâm fine by nodding as I'm unable to speak at the moment. âOh my, God! You feel so fucking good,â he says as heâs now nibbling my ear and then down my neck.Â
A slick hand wraps around to stroke my dick, and in combination with Taehyungâs wet kisses on my neck, pleasure melts over me, engulfing me. With the pain now dulling, overpowered by satisfaction, Taehyung reaches the bottom of my depths and slowly moves with ease. I focus on the feeling, something like the beginnings of sparks each time Taehyung moves against a specific spot. As he builds up speed, the more intense the feeling gets, and the sensations added by the hand stroking my dick has me confused, excited, all while loving the feeling. Itâs nearly overwhelming, but I would cry if they stopped now. Our lips find each other again, and I begin lapping into his mouth.
âYou see how good that feels? You like that?â Jungkook asks as he moves again. His hips pulling back, hand on Taehyungâs hip, guiding him back on his dick. Taehyungâs member is dragging against my walls, has my head rolling back, and a sharp cry of pure pleasure rips from my throat as Jungkook thrusts his hips forward, forcing Taeâs dick deep inside me.
âOh my God,â I whimper. White light flashes behind my lids; this new feeling seems to jolt me outside of my body.Â
âUse your words, beautiful. Do you like how Taehyungâs fat ass dick is filling you up?â
âI do. I love it.â My voice cracks as the words fall from my lips, much like the tears from the corners of my eyes. There is no more pain accompanied by their thrusts, but tears collect behind my lids anyway.
âBaby? Are you okay? Are we hurting you?â Taehyung stills, and his words tell me that Iâve been caught.
âNo. No, not at all. You feel amazing now. Itâs justâŚa lot, you know? The sensations, the sounds, the love between usâitâs just so much at once.â
âWe can stop-â Jungkook starts.
âDonât you fucking dare. Faster,â I insist.
I roll my head to the side and look at Tia, who has taken a break from devouring Hoseokâs dick, to see that sheâs looking at me. Checking in on me. Her eyebrows are furrowed, pleasure written all over her face. I look down to see that the hand stroking me is Jinâs. Heâs multitasking while stroking me, buried deep inside of Tia, and making out with Hoseok. Yoongi is still busy slurping Hoseok down his throat while Namjoon is now finger fucking Yoongi from behind while working his tip slowly into a well-lubricated and stretched Hoseok.
The visual alone is intoxicating, but the auditory sensations will do it for me every time. Taehyung bottoms out again, and Iâve never felt fuller. I lift Tiaâs arm, and she immediately cradles my head as I lap at her nipple. Jungkook reaches out to hold Tiaâs left leg, and Namjoon holds the right. Hoseok, bending over to take Namjoon, licks at Tiaâs clit while Jin, upright on his knees, continues to burrow into her love, pulling on the thigh straps like reins. Yoongi takes her other nipple into his mouth just as Taehyung reaches out to place his hand around her neck.Â
âJin! Ah!â
She screams as another orgasm begins to coil in her belly, slithering through her body.
âI know, baby, I know. Youâre almost there. Itâs coming,â I pull away to encourage her just to latch right back onto her nipple.Â
Sheâs about to cum again, but this one is different. Tears fill her eyes like mine and the smell of sweet pastries, cinnamon, and vanilla nearly has me in a daze. Sheâs so fragrant. We are all connected just as Tiaâs body begins to convulse, her hands clenching the covers in her fists.
Tiaâs POV
âFuck! Iâm cumming. Iâm cumming.â
âWhy do you think Iâm fucking you like this? Give it to us, baby,â Jin orders.
âLet go of all that stress, baby. Let it out,â Jungkook adds.
I close my eyes tight, listening to my men, and I let it all go. When I reach the peak of pleasure with all of my men touching my body and reaching their peaks all at once, the feeling is something I've never experienced before. I climax seemingly into another dimension, and then my world goes dark. I guess this may be what an out-of-body experience is like. I feel like I'm present but not here, soul-spiraling freely.Â
I notice I can only communicate through my mind as my voice is not working here.
âHello?! HELLO?!â
Thereâs no answer for a moment. Then something tells me to open my eyes. When I do, Iâm surrounded by white light as far as my eyes can see. Unsure of what to do or where the hell I am, my eyes tear up, and I think of my guys. As soon as they pop into my thoughts, they materialize in front of me, all extremely handsome, smiling back at me. When I turn to look away, distracted by a presence next to me, they disappear.
âTia?! What are you doing here? It ainât time for you to be here yet!â
I can hear her voice in my ears, but Iâm still unable to speak. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.
âTilly?! What is this place? How did I get here?â
âGirl! You have leveled up, but you gotta crawl before you walk, chile. I swear, you are more powerful than you even know. Iâm your spirit guide, and youâre in the spirit realm, the place you come after you die.â
âOH NO!!!!!!!! IâM DEAD?!â
âCalm down, honey. Youâre not dead. Thatâs why I said youâre not supposed to be here yet. A full second hasnât even passed down there, and the guys donât even realize youâve traveled. Itâll just seem like you blinked for them.â
âSo, whatâs going on? Why am I here?â
âI reckon itâs because you are still learning to harness this power of yours. Youâre gonna need to get a hold on those strong emotions, chile, especially when youâre with the guys. They only make you even stronger. So strong, that your one body canât contain it all and you might notice it spilling over to them. When you go back, you should be enlightened how to handle all of that as well as information you ainât know before. Hopefully, being here will help you tap into your gifts even more. Everything should make sense to you when you get back. All the questions you may have, like: Why couldnât you remember the guys after detoxing from that poison? How were your guys able to merge with mine, giving you numerous nights of pleasure? Why were they suddenly taken away? Also, the tree. How will it help you during this journey on Earth? Better techniques and practices to wield your powers as needed and how your power will trickle over to your guys. You should learn it all,â she informs me.Â
âThe guys before being poisoned? I didnât meet them until after, right? Are the guys gifted as well? I donât understand.â
She just smiles, does not answer my questions, and then takes my hand between hers. She continues in a soft, knowing voice, âThe answers will soon be revealed. And if theyâre not, well, sometimes the answerâs in the silence. You just gotta listen when the world gets quiet. Iâm still with you, always right here. But let me tell you somethinâ, babyâyou donât need me. I know you have your self-doubt and limiting beliefs about yourself, but youâve got everything you need right inside you.â Tilly places her hand on my chest, and I lay mine atop hers. âYouâre more than capable, and youâre gonna reach your fullest potential, no matter what, but you have to realize who you are. Your ancestral counsel and I are just here to keep you safe, to guide you when youâre feeling lost. The rest? Thatâs all you. You are a great force, and are meant to do great things! Donât you forget that.â
The pressure of her hand on my heart decreases as her image begins to fade.
âHow do I get back?â
âDonât worry, darling, Iâll help you. I love you, and send the guys my love,â she hugs me. I can barely feel her arms around me.
âI will, and I love you, too. Tell your guys hello.â
She waves a lazy hand and when I blink my eyes, Iâm right back with my loves watching as they pull out of each other and me then begin to shuffle around the bed, finding more comfortable positions to cuddle around me. I notice that I possess this unexplainable knowledge of the past, present, and future, just as Tilly said I would. Itâs like Iâve gotten an update, now with new features and gifts that give me the ability to sense precisely how each man feels just by looking at them. There is also chattering in my ears, the sound is similar to the tuning of a radio, staticy and unstable. However, it does seem that Iâm able to turn it off and on or hone in on it to make out words!
âHoly shit, that was amazing. I never would have imagined I could love multiple people to this extent. I could stay right here in this bed with them forever.â
I can make out, but Iâm not sure who the thought is coming from. Before I can even think, I say, âForever?â
âJagiya!â Taehyung looks at me, mouth ajar and eyes wide, âYou can read minds now?â Now that Taehyung has spoken up, I can make out that it was his voice in my mind.
âNo way. Noona! Can you hear me?â
âYes, I can hear you, but I promise Iâm not doing this on purpose,â I say, then look directly at Jungkook, whose eyes are the size of golf balls. âPlease, guys, know that Iâve just learned of this gift, literally just now, but I think I can turn it off and on. Please be patient with me and know that I will never intentionally use it to intrude on your private thoughts without permission.â
Questions fly at me left and right as they are all, understandably, curious about this new gift. With a huge smile on his face, Jin hops up to grab warm washcloths for us all to clean up, then we remove the soaked blanket.
âIs that comfortable, babe? You donât have to take it off if you donât want to,â Yoongi very obviously hints at his preference for me to continue wearing the harness.
âYes, itâs fine,â I chuckle lightly. âIâll wear it a little longer, but I donât think itâll be comfy to sleep in it.â
Snuggled up in the middle of our bed, we take a break while they initiate the âwhat am I thinkingâ game, wanting to test my skill.Â
âIf she gets pregnant, how will we know whose baby it is? Iâm sure sheâll know immediately.â
âYouâre right, Hobi. When I get pregnant, I will know, and so will you.â They all gasp, sitting up and looking around at one another. âCalm down, guys. Letâs take our time. We have a while before we cross that bridge.â
âHoly, fuck. So, can you see the future more clearly as well? Or did you have a vision?â
âItâs different from before,â I answer Namjoon. âSomething happened just now as we were all climaxing together. Now, in my mind, itâs like looking at TV. I have the remote and can change the channel, moving through the timeline as I see fit.â
The game then changes to a âwhat am I about to do or sayâ game, sending me into a fit of laughter. These guys are hilarious without even trying.
After a few moments, Jungkook says, âWith the things that you see or hear, if you need to keep it to yourself, Iâll understand. Iâm so sorry about how I handled things before.â
The guys reflect his sentiments, all understanding why things had to happen the way that they did.
âI appreciate that. I just ask that you have trust in us. Everything we do, every move we make is for us,â I reassure them, then transmit my sincere feelings from within. Immense love and respect pour from my heart to theirs, showering them.
With a deep sigh, Jimin says, âI donât think Iâll ever get tired of that feeling.â
âWas that you, T? That feeling?â
âJin, that is just the beginning,â Jimin hints.
âYou said to trust âusâ,â Namjoon questions. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âWell,â I say, stroking through Taehyungâs hair as he lays with his face on my belly, my other hand caresses Yoongiâs shoulder on my other side as he lifts his head from resting at the bend at my thigh. âOnly time will tell. Challenges and concerns will inevitably come our way. But lean on the trust we have for each other, and weâll be okay,â I look deeply into Yoongiâs eyes. I smile lovingly as I receive the thoughts he sends to me. Sending feelings of trust and understanding to him; I know he feels it when tears begin to well up in his eyes. âTomorrow,â I whisper to him with a smile.
âAh,â Jungkook exclaims after sitting up to stretch. âBreak time is over. Whoâs ready for round two?â
âTia,â Namjoon asks, âare you up for another round?â
Jungkook is already at the head of the bed with his back against the headboard, awaiting my response. I donât answer verbally but crawl up to join him, straddling his thighs as his hard dick bounces up to meet my core. He releases a small glob of lube on his tip, and I donât hesitate to lift myself just enough to line him up at my entrance, then glide down inch by thick ass inch.
âDamn,â I hiss. The stretch of him burns slightly but is far more pleasurable than anything else.
âDamn is right,â Jungkook agreed, âthereâs no reason you should feel this good. So warm and so tight, wrapped around my dick.â
He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, the obscene smacking of my pussy and the lube only spurs us on.
âFuck, I love that sound,â Namjoon confesses as heâs crawling up to join us. The men repositioned me to sit with my back now to Jungkook in reverse. Leaning back onto Jungkookâs chest, he wraps his arms around my midsection and I watch as Namjoon rubs his dick across his lips and Jungkook doesnât miss a beat, opening wide for him. Jimin joins on the other side, opposite Namjoon, to do the same. He grabs my jaw, turning my head to look at him, then rubs the smooth skin of his head across my lips. I bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each move. He touches the back of my throat at the same time that Iâm sitting flush on Jungkookâs lap. I moan, humming around Jiminâs dick, and he inhales sharply. Jungkook digs his nails into my hips, then pulls me forward, then backward, guiding my hips to ride him in a scooting motion. I moan again, long and deep.
âShiiiit,â Jimin groans. âYou like that, pretty girl? Is JK fucking you good?â I nod my head slightly, with his dick still sliding across my tongue, my eyes closing slowly as I relish in the pleasure. A soft smack lands on my cheek, and my eyes pop open. âLook at me,â Jimin starts, âdonât you dare take your eyes off mine. He pushes in a bit deeper, causing me to pull back and gasp for air. âCome on, baby. You can do better than that. Come on. Swallow me like I know you can.âÂ
I do as instructed, and his head falls back. I feel the softest of licks to my clit then a long gentle suck. Unable to turn my head fully, I can only shift my eyes down to see Jin looking back at me. Jungkook is buried inside of me, the sounds that Namjoon is making, and the way Jimin now has a grasp on my hair has me wanting to close my eyes and savor this feeling, but I donât dare.Â
My cheek still stings a little where Jimin popped me, so I can only allow them to flutter when Jungkook grinds deeper into my soul and Jin moves to his rhythm. Jungkook is so deep I have to pull away from Jimin for a moment to allow myself to breathe and release the cries Iâve been holding in. I keep my eyes on Jimin but yell their praises.Â
âJK, right there. Jin, please donât stop,â I plead, begging them to stay on the same spot with the same tempo. âIâm almost there. Iâm almost there.âÂ
I continue to fist Jimin while I watch Taehyung position himself behind Jin and he stops moving for a moment with my clit still between his lips. Hoseok approaches Jimin from behind and takes his tongue into his mouth while swirling Jiminâs nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I return my greedy mouth to consume Jimin as our moans fill the little space that exists between us. We move in tandem, all eight of us, expelling any lingering frustrations and uncertainties, filling the spaces with love, reassurance, and trust.
The next morning, the sun peeks through the blinds as Iâm lying here, sprawled out in the middle of these men. I could cry, thinking about how blessed I am to have been chosen to live this life experience with them.Â
Universe, I thank you for this day Iâve never experienced and will never experience again. I will live it to the fullest and make the best of each moment. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to do lifetimes with these men, and am thankful for the forevers to come.Â
These men have become my everything, yet always have been, as theyâve pulled me through some of my darkest moments, even before we knew of each otherâs existence. And I am their everything. I have always been, even before they knew. I am so full of love and incredibly thankful that weâve finally found our way back home.
A/N:
Whew. Home is done. This is definitely bittersweet as I will miss writing about Tia and her relationships with the guys. This has been a rollercoaster ride and Iâm so thankful for those of you who held on tight and went for the ride with me. Yâall are amazing and Iâm so very grateful for you. Iâm also thankful for and taking the time to beta read this chapter, as well as the majority of this work.
I am working on another story that brings back a little of the guessing element but is a treat all its own. It is giving dark, demonic romance and will be released by chapter. I hope you guys continue to rock with me and enjoy my future projects just as much if not more than Home.
Okay. Love you! Byyyyyyyyyye!
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everytime; chapter 5 â myg
â chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...
â word count:Â 6.6k
â summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn't say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you're not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.
â pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader
â genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut
â warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...
â author's note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)
I know it's been a while since I updated this fic, but when I tell you a lot happened with me this year, I really mean it lol. But hey, I'm back :) <3 I haven't reread this chapter, so there may be typos.
03/08/2023
âTaehyung has been snoring the whole night, I canât.â Jimin complained as he took another bite of his sandwich.
âIâm sorry I have a stuffy nose.â Taehyung pouted, his mouth still full of food.
Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin have been roommates ever since college. At first, they shared a place to cut the budget of their rent, but now they are just too lazy to search for something else. Even though, I think they enjoy living together and just use it as an excuse now.
Jimin took a sip of his drink. âJungkook slept through the night though.â
Taehyung waited for you to add something to the conversation, but he noticed your absent mind ever since you guys lunched together. âYou donât seem excited to see us.â He frowned.
You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly shaking your head in disagreement. âI am just-â You couldnât find words to add.
âI see you recovered quickly from being sick.â Jimin said, lips curled into a smirk, making it very clear to you that he knew it was just bullshit.
Taehyung took a bite of his sandwich. âYeah, I heard you were very sweaty.â He said innocently, not knowing the underlining truth behind Jiminâs comment.
âIâŚwas indeed, yes.â
Jimin thought for a second, wondering if he should say what he was about to say. âI donât want to be that guy, but you should really talk with Jungkook. The guy has been very on edge lately.â
Of course, Jungkook again. âItâs not my fault heâs like that.â Even though it felt like it was though. And the more you started to think about it, it really felt like your fault.
âYeah, I know. But the least you could do is text him a âleave me aloneâ instead of not responding at all.â Jimin explained. Ever since Hoseokâs party, You started to respond very drily or not even at all to Jungkookâs texts. You really had no good excuse as to why youâve been so absent lately, especially since Jungkook knew your work schedule. âYouâve never been so busy, do you have a new hobby?â Areone of the things he would ask you. Sometimes you just wanted to text him a quick and short âshut upâ, but that would just add more fuel to the fire.
He had a point.
âI will.â Even though you said you would, you were still not sure if youâd actually do it. Jungkook had the habit to keep asking questions and you were not a great liar. And the more heâd ask, the more suspicious heâd get about what truly happened that night.
Taehyung noticed that there was a lot on your mind. âIf you want to, you can come over to our place tonight. Weâre going to watch that weird movie that Jin has been suggesting for the last few weeks.â He suggested, hoping it would get your mind off of things for a moment.
However, his question made the nerves kick in. âI-uhm canât.â Clearing your throat as you said that, before taking a quick sip of your water.
Jimin narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit suspicious. âHow come?â
Help me find the right excuse, someone. âI have uhm-plans.â
âWhy are you stuttering so much?â Taehyung asked innocently as usual.
âWith whom?â Jimin asked, but his gut feeling already knew with whom.
You just started to play with the leftover food on your plate, twirling it around with your finger like a toddler, not looking at either one of the boys. âJustâŚsomeone.â The silence after you denied to give any more information became a bit too unbearable for you. You sighed and looked up to look at them. âYouâre not letting me leave until I tell you, huh?â
âOf course not.â They said in unison.
You hesitated for a sec. âJust donât go around telling everyone, alright?â
âCome one y/n, weâre not teenagers anymore.â Jimin said to convince you.
âOkayâŚâItâs no big deal, right y/n? Youâre just going out with your ex, nothing wrong with that. âIâm going out with Yoongi tonight.â The painful silence after that statement was killing you.
Shit.
âWaitâŚâ Jimin said as his mind started to connect the dots. âSo the guy you hooked up with the night of Hoseokâs party was Yoongi?!â
Taehyung almost choked on his drink. âThey hooked up?!â He then thought for a second. âIâm surprised, but also, Iâm not.â
âAre you guys going to get back together?â Jimin asked, almost sounding concerned. You low-key started to regret your confession.
What was your answer to this question? âNo, I donât think so-â The question seemed to linger around your head. Were you? Was that what you wanted? Would Yoongi even want to get back together? I mean, the man canât seem to keep it in his pants. Think about all those girls who probably have an unrequited crush on him, they would all pray for your downfall. And most importantly, Jia, how could you go back to work if sheâd found out?
Confusion spread over Jiminâs face. âWhat do you mean you donât think so?â
You were starting to get fed up with these questions which where you did not know the answers to yourself. âLook, Yoongi doesnât seem to be interested in a relationship right now,â You say slightly annoyed. âOr so Iâve heard.â You noticed Taehyung and Jimin looking at you with a doubtful look. âAnd I can live with that.â You reassured.
âCan you though?â Taehyung asked a bit skeptical.
âLook if I get my heart broken it wonât be anyoneâs fault but mine.â They noticed you started to get more and more defensive by the second.
âYouâre out of your mind.â Jimin added.
A worried gaze started to appear on Taehyungâs face. âDoes Jungkook know?â
âOf course he doesnât.â You said defeated. âIâm not obligated to tell him.â
Taehyung and Jimin exchanged a worrisome glance at one another before turning back to you. âLook I get where you coming from, but he wonât take it that way.â Jimin explained.
âI know.â Ever since that night, a feeling of dread started to eat you up from the inside. You felt guilty, even though you shouldnât. You told Jungkook multiple times you were just friends, but people continue to be protective about his feelings. But what about your feelings? âIâll justâŚtell him myself. He needs to hear it from me you know.â You said defeated. Taehyung nodded in agreement, but Jimin just gave you an awkward smile, knowing this wonât end well.
What have I done to myself?
Work stalled and the only thing you could focus on was the ticking sound of that dreadful clock. Yoongi was planning to pick you up from work after your shift, but the idea of Jia still walking around on the work floor made you nervous as hell. How were you going to explain to her that her casual fuckbuddy used to be your boyfriend and that ever since a few days ago, you started seeing him again? The more and more you started to think about this situation, the more fucked it seemed to be. The clock hit 5 âo clock, which meant it was your time to head home. You quickly checked if you missed anything on your to-do list before checking out. You quickly freshened up, and if anyone was watching you right now it looked like you were running late for something. But in reality, you just didnât want anyone to see you looking like this. Because you hated to admit it, but you did pick your best outfit for tonight. You quickly fixed your makeup and walked out of the changing room.
To your surprise, Yoongi had been waiting inside the cafĂŠ for you. He was wearing a nice dark blue dress shirt and black trousers. Yoongi told you to wear something nice, but not overly formal, so you just chose a nice top in combination with a skirt. And when he noticed the effort you had put in for him, a sly smile appeared on his face. âYou look good.â
Your cheeks were getting a bit flushed by his compliment. âThanks.â You looked around a bit stressed as you walked up to Yoongi, making him frown his eyebrows, wondering why you were behaving so anxious. âLetâs go though.â
âYou seem to be in a hurry, but not for the right reasons.â Yoongi said as if he could read your mind. âWorried Jia will see us, huh?â
You forced a smile as you linked your arm to Yoongiâs. âLetâs just go.â You repeated. Yoongi just scoffed but did as he was told since he didnât want to piss you off already.
Your mission of nobody of work seeing you leave with Yoongi was successful, making you feel more at ease. Yoongi let you to his car and to your surprise it was a very nice one, coming from someone that doesnât give two shits about cars. He opened the door for you, giving you a small smile as you hopped in. He closed the door and you didnât know why, but your anxiety was getting the best of you. Who were you kidding, of course you knew. You were going on a date with your hot ex that everyone seemed to either want or hate.
You stepped into his car, but before starting the engine he turned to you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. âRelax, itâs just me.â He placed his hand on your thigh, slightly caressing it to ease the tension.
You expect your uneasiness to be that obvious. âI know, thatâs the problem.â Why did I say that?
You thought Yoongi was going to snap back at you, but instead, he just smiled. âIf it makes you feel any better, youâve done this before.â He said in a joking manner in combination with a wink, making you smile as well as memories of your past relationship flooded through your mind.
Yoongi started the engine and began driving, and what I sight to see it was. Seeing him drive shouldnât be that attractive, but here we are. The older he got, the more handsome he got. You still remembered that shy quiet guy from high school, one that was not capable of being such a player. But look at him now, he had grown into a man, and what kind of manâŚOne that women canât seem to get enough from.
âJimin and Taehyung were quite surprised when I told them we were going out tonight.â You said to break the silence.
Yoongi tilted his head in a slight surprise, his eyes still focused on the road. âYou told them about us?â He almost didnât believe it.
You rolled my eyes and chuckled. âIt was hard not to. Especially after Jimin found out about the hickeys you had left on me.â
He proudly smiled at the thought of that. âMy hard work shouldnât go unnoticed.â He joked, making you smile at his stupid comment. âYou seem to have covered them well though.â He added, noticing the lack of love bites on your neck, even though he knew they were still lingering.
You couldnât help but pout as he said that. âYeah, because of you I have to wake up earlier to cover them up with concealer.â You whined, making his heart melt by the way you said that.
âCute.â He whispered under his breath. âI guess Iâll apologize for the inconvenience.â He said oddly formally, making you well aware he didnât really mean it.
This was nice, you thought to yourself, but then your mind decided to ruin it for you again. Donât feel special, heâs probably like this with all those other girls. Overthinking had become your specialty over the couple of years, especially when it was around the topic of âMin Yoongi.â And now it had become a threat to fully enjoying your night. As you were staring out of the window, you started to notice the streets were getting oddly familiar. You narrowed your eyes as you carefully examined the buildings and street signs, trying your best to recognize why it all felt so familiar. But thatâs when it hit youâŚ
âWait, are weâŚâ You softly spoke, almost inaudible to Yoongi, but just loud enough for him to hear. However, he didnât say anything and just started smiling at himself until you arrived. And thatâs when your speculation got confirmed. A small restaurant hidden in the city, the outside covered with plants and fairy lights. âOh my god, Yoongi.â It was the place where you had your first date.
Yoongi parked the car before he asked. âDonât like it?â He was a bit unsure if this was the right move.
âNo, IâŚdo.â You were in awe as you looked a the place with wide eyes. âIt is the same as how I remember it.â You smiled, turning to him, seeing his eyes were already on you. Shit. You were feeling those damn butterflies again.
âIâm glad you like it.â
As Yoongi and you stepped out of the car, you couldnât help but get a little bit emotional about this place. Not only did you have your first date here, but many dates after that. You came so often that the boss started to recognize you every time you came, even stopping by sometimes to join in your conversations. A soft smile painted your face the more you thought of it, the feeling of nostalgia hugging you.
âWait-â Yoongi spoke before you walked in, gently pulling you in for a kiss. âNow we can go.â
This manâŚ
The waitress outside greeted you with a bright smile as Yoongi asked if there was still a spot free for you two. She let you to a free table outside and you two happily sat down. âI donât know why, but being here again is kind of weird.â You opened the menu, seeing nothing had changed from the last time you two ate here.
âI know right.â He chuckled, happy he had chosen this date idea. âJust pick whatever, Iâll pay.â
âItâs fine, Yoongi. I donât care about these gender roles-â
âI donât either, but I want to pay.â
You looked up from the menu for a second, noticing two piercing eyes looking at you. Your eyes widen, frozen in your current pose as your eyes met hers. Oh noâŚThe woman quickly walked over to your table. Oh noâŚ
âI thought I recognized you two! I havenât seen you in ages, I thought you had moved to another city or something.â The old lady spoke with joy, almost sounding emotional at the sight of you. âIt warms my heart you two are still together. How have you been?â
You moved your eyes over to Yoongi, not sure how to respond to this. However, he just smiled at her, ignoring the fact you were unsure what to do. âYeah, we both were just so busy the last couple of years, plus we also wanted to save up some money to move out so thatâs why. But luckily we finally found a free slot in our busy schedules to enjoy some time together again at our favorite place.â
Youâve never heard so much bullshit coming from someoneâs mouth at once. However, Miss Kang was completely eating this up. âIâm happy to see you again. Canât believe itâs been so long, youâve really grown into adults, itâs making me slightly emotional even.â Were those tears in her eyes? âIâll let you two be for now, enjoy the food!â
With a tilted head, you looked back to Yoongi, giving him a âwhat-was-thatâ kind of look. He just shrugged his shoulders. âIf you want to tell her the truth, go ahead. But then youâll break a poor ladyâs heart.â He said to toy with you, holding onto his chest as if his heart hurt.
âI donât think I have the heart to do so.â I said, putting on my best act to sound emotional, making Yoongi chuckle.
Shockingly enough, there wasnât a moment where you two fought or anything close to that. This was actuallyâŚreally nice. But your mind knew its way to ruin it for you again. He better have not brought any other girls to this placeâŚBut then again, if he did, the owner wouldnât have been so surprised to see us. Stop thinking! Just enjoy this for a second. You barely went out lately. It had just been work, work, and more work. Taking on more shifts you could actually handle. Jimin liked to tease you for it, saying you barely had any time for him and the boys. He then would follow up with a fake cry and dabbing away his fake tears.
The night flew by, and how darker the night got, the brighter the fairy lights shone. It seemed like a scene out of a movie, how romantic. After dinner, Yoongi invited you to his apartment, and not to do any funny business perse, he quickly added after suggesting that. So after him paying for your food, a car ride, and some more flirting, you two were standing in front of his apartment complex. You looked up at it in awe, seeing it must have cost a nice amount of moneyâŚ
âYou liveâŚhere?â You ask, almost in denial that this was where Yoongi lived.
He was searching for his keys as the two of you head inside. âWhat? Iâve been working hard.â He said nonchalantly as he noticed your wide eyes. And thatâs when you realizedâŚYoongi didnât live in an apartment, this was a penthouse. âDonât forget, when you were still in college, I was starting to create a name for myself, so this just didnât happen in one two three. And itâs not the biggest around, so no need to be so in shock.â
âBut still!â You didnât care if it wasnât the biggest or the most luxurious, it was still something you could never afford with your cafĂŠ money. The two of you took the elevator to the seventh floor and you couldnât hide your amazement at Yoongiâs living space. âNo wonder girls like to spend the night with you.â You said without putting much thought behind it.
He just scoffed. âAre you saying my wonderful personality isnât enough for them?â
You rolled your eyes and smirked. âI bet it is.â
Yoongi opened his front door, letting you into his penthouse. âLadies first.â You stepped your first foot in and already were impressed by how nice it looked inside. It was decorated with a lot of dark and wood undertones, but you didnât expect anything else from him. You awkwardly stood in his living room, waiting for him to say âPlease, take a seat. Make yourself at home.â You carefully sat down on his sofa, watching Yoongi walk over to his liquor cabinet, and pour a drink both for him and you. He walked back to you with two glasses in his hand. âDrink up, Itâll help you loosen up.â He said as he handed over the alcoholic drink. âSo tell me, how has y/nâs life been doing ever since she and Min Yoongi broke up.â Yoongi placed down the liquor bottle and placed himself next to you, nonchalantly putting his arms around your shoulders.
You couldnât help but chuckle at his weird way of asking that. âWell-â You spoke âAfter graduating, I just continued working at the cafĂŠ. And to be honest, I really enjoy it there. Iâve even been considering opening one myself, but first I need to do some more research and save up some more money to do that.â
âSo you tell me, all those nights you were busy studying instead of going out, were all for a bachelor you ended up not using?â He teased. âSo all those nights you couldâve been spending the night with me-â
âAugh, shut up!â You interrupted.
Yoongi laughed before taking another sip from his drink. âIâm joking, getting a bachelorâs degree in the first place is really impressive. And Iâm just happy you found something that you like doing.â
âThank you.â You smile, circling your finger on the rim of the glass. âI see your music producing has gotten you far.â
Yoongi always stayed humble. âI just got lucky, it took me a while to get here.â
âIâm not surprised though, you always had talent. I think it was just a matter of time for you to be successful.â When you said that, you spoke from the heart. On Yoongiâs free days, he would spend the night at your dorm, making you listen to whatever draft he had worked on that day. You always loved it, no matter if it was a biased opinion or not. You just felt confident he was meant to be successful.
âIs that why youâre back?â He teased. âI always knew you were a gold digger.â
âAugh-â You playfully sighed. âYou know thatâs not true.â You took another sip from your drink, noticing yourself getting more lightheaded. âDoes that occur often? Girls just wanting you for your money?â
âNo, this all just happened recently. They are always impressed though.â Another sip. âBesides, I donât have enough to be someoneâs sugar daddy, if thatâs what youâre thinking about.â
âYouâve made yourself quite the subject around the girls I know.â
âDid I?â You smirked, not because he felt proud about being the number one topic in Jiaâs friend group, but more out of sheer curiosity. âTell me more.â
âWell, especially Jia. One time she was even telling me about how great the size of your dick was.â A sign of you getting more and more intoxicated by the minute, was the fact you started to say everything unfiltered. âIt drove me nuts, especially because I could imagine every single detail she described.â You said with a look of disgust. âOh, maybe I shouldnât have said that.â You say, turning to Yoongi with wide eyes and your hand covering your mouth.
However, he found this rather amusing. âNo, no, itâs fine. Please, continue.â He chuckled. âDidnât expect I was such a hot topic.â
âShe also told me some of her friends had done the deed with you. Canât believe you.â You said with rolling eyes before emptying your glass. âThey talk about you in a way that I could never imagine.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âThey act as if youâre this sex god or something.â You say with a confused expression on your face. âIâve heard them talk about you once and I never knew people could say such filthy things in one sitting. You really got them wrapped around your finger, I got to give you that.â
Yoongi just laughed, a bit embarrassed to be honest. He noticed your face getting redder by the minute, and not because you were embarrassed, but because of the alcohol. âYour mind probably thinks, fuck, not that bastard again.â He said jokingly, even though he knew there was some truth behind it.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction. âInitially, it does.â Your smile faded into a softer one as you reminisce about the former version of Yoongi. âBut then I think about how you were in high school. That sweet boy in the back of the class who was even too shy to ask me out.â The smile Yoongi noticed appearing on your face made him feel appreciated, since now he knew how you really thought about him whenever his name got mentioned. âI only started to think you were a bastard after we broke up the first time.â
Yoongi just scoffed as he took another sip of his drink. âThatâs when it all went south.â He laughed. âI guess Iâll have to show you the best of me from now on.â He teased as he eyed down your glass, noticing the lack of liquor left in it. âShould I pour more for you?â
You happily nodded as you handed him your glass. âYes please!â He just smiled as he went back to his cabinet to fill your glass for round two. You just studied Yoongiâs anatomy as he was pouring the drink. How his shirt accentuated his back muscles, how broad his shoulders became as he got older, or how beautiful his long black hair was. What a sight to be seen. Yoongi turned back around, handing back your drink as he sat down next to you, in the same position as before. He took another sip from his drink, something obviously gnawing on his conscious.
Thatâs when he decided to ask it. âHow are things between you and Jungkook?â
You couldnât help but feel a bit uneasy whenever Jungkookâs name got mentioned in conversations. Especially since you got together with Jungkook after the break up with YoongiâŚâGood, weâre best friends now.â But you noticed the weird look Yoongi gave you after you gave your answer. âWhat?â
âNothing.â He quickly said to shrug off any suspicion. âWhy did you guys break up though?â
âEh, itâs my turn to ask a question nowâ You didnât want to keep talking about Jungkook anymore, especially when it came to Yoongi. Why would you want to be honest about your emotions?
Yoongi was a bit taken aback by your reaction. âDidnât know we were taking turns. But all right, go ahead.â
You felt your heartbeat increase by the question that was lingering in your head. âHow many other girls are you seeing beside me.â
Yoongi moved a bit closer to you. âWouldnât you like to know, huh?â He said he locked his eyes onto yours, noticing the seriousness on your face. âWell, thatâs private.â
Your eyebrows frowned as he said that. âPrivate?!â You said baffled.
âHmh? What? Arenât you the one being secretive about us too?â He asked in the most unserious tone.
âfineâ
He chuckled before emptying his glass as well. âNow, back to my former question. Why did you two break up?â
âUhm.â The thing was, no matter how much alcohol you drank, there was no way in hell that you could tell him the real reason you broke up with Jungkook. Oh, I quickly discovered that he was just a rebound and that I was actually still in love with you. But when I wanted to get back together, you were already busy fucking half the girls of the town. So I just came to the conclusion we werenât meant to be to start with. Yeah right. tâWe just didnât match.â
âThatâs all?â
âYup.â
Yoongi wouldâve believed you if you said that statement in full confidence. But the mixture of you waiting too long to respond and saying your sentence with hesitation made it very clear to him that there was something you werenât telling him. But he also knew he wasnât going to get it out of you tonight. âAlright then.â
After your second glass, you realized you really shouldnât have had another one. Because unsurprisingly enough, you couldnât really handle alcohol that well. âCan you kiss me now though? Iâve been dying for you to give me another one but without much success.â You tried to say in your most seductive tone, but due to your drunkenness, it came out a bit funny.
âSo needy all of a sudden, huh?â
âHmh, kissy kiss please.â You pouted your lips like a fish as you leaned into Yoongi to plant one on him.
Yoongi frowned his brows as he suddenly backed away from you, a sinister smirk formed on his lips. âWait, are you drunk already?â He said bewildered, not believing anyone could easily get that drunk.
You scoffed. âYouâre a silly man with silly questions. I donât think I am. Which means we can take this further, right tiger?â Stroking your index finger from his chest to just above his groin.
He shook his head in disbelief. âAlright, Youâre drunk y/nâ
âMaybe a little.â
âWell, Iâm not, so there wonât be any funny business tonight.â You suddenly felt the touch of his hands around your wrist, holding your hand back from touching him any further.
âHeh!â You couldnât believe it. âBut you know I like to fuck when Iâm drunk.â
Yoongi couldnât help but smile out of embarrassment, not expecting you to have said that. Min Yoongi being a bit shy? âI know, but itâs weird when Iâm sober.â
âBut Iâve been dying to kiss you, touch you, fuck you.â You leaned in even closer to Yoongi, the distance between your faces being minimal, hoping this would reel him in.
But to your disappointment, it didnât work. âIâm flattered, really, but donât worry I wonât be going anywhere soon.â
You pouted, your heart aching from the idea that he didnât want to touch you. How dare he. âCan we just hug then?â
âHugging is fine.â
You quickly wrapped your arms around Yoongi, pressing your cheek against his chest, appreciating the softness of his shirt. You were listening to his heartbeat as if it were a lullaby. With every thump the relaxer you got. âI havenât spoken to you for three years and it feels like yesterday we were together.â You mumbled.
âWeird huh?â He said softly.
Something in you wanted to tell him you missed him, but your little heart couldnât get itself to do it. It wouldâve made you too vulnerable and you didnât want to ruin this moment to speak up about your complicated feelings for Yoongi. It could mean absolutely nothing to him, but you were just happy to be able to lay in his arms tonight. Cause after tonight, you knew he was just going to the next girl on his list. But the sudden feeling of his thumb caressing your arm as he held you made your eyes water. He wasnât talking, just watching admiring you. The silence felt far from awkward. It was more comforting than something else.
You felt your eyelids getting heavy though. âWould you have a problem with me if I fell asleep right now?â
Yoongi chuckled, not surprised you were already going to crash. âOf course notâ
âWeâll the chance of that happening is very high.â You mumbled. âWhy do you smell so good.â You said it as if it was a bad thing. Which for you kind of was, because it made you crave for more of him. You looked up to him and when his eyes met yours, a smile appeared on your face out of reflex. âYouâre so beautiful.â
The moment you said that, you saw Yoongiâs features soften up. His eyebrows turned into a pleading kind of expression, his eyes twinkling and his mouth slightly open. âOh y/nâŚâ He said as if his heart was hurting.
âWhat?â
He let out a defeated sigh as he tucked a strand of your hand behind your ear. âNothing. Iâm just happy to see you again.â You saw his pupils move from one place to another as he was examining your face like a work of art. âMaybe we should head to bed.â
âOoh, we?â You teased, still trying to get him to do all those things he said he would over the phone.
âCome on.â He moved up from his seat, reaching his hand for you to take it, which you did in seconds, of course. He led you to his bedroom, seeing how luxurious it looked, making you even madder he didnât want to do anything with you tonight. âIâll give you my shirt to sleep in.â He walked over to his closet, grabbed a black shirt, and handed it to you.
You accepted it in full grace, happy to be wearing his clothes again. He used to do this as well when you came to his place three years ago. It almost felt like a privilege. âTurn around though.â
âAre you serious?â Yoongi said appalled, almost sounding offended. Not because he really wanted to see you naked or something, but rather because he had seen you naked multiple times, Hoseokâs party excluded. But he just guessed because it had been a long time, you had lost that comfort in him.
âYes, this is very exclusive content!â You pouted. Yes, you knew Yoongi had already seen every little crevice of your body, but because of his abundance of experience, you became a bit insecure. Â
âIâll go ahead and brush my teeth already then.â He said, respecting your needs.
âOh, I donât have a toothbrush.â
âOne night wonât ruin your dental hygiene.â
As Yoongi headed inside his bathroom, you quickly changed into his shirt. You were blushing to yourself, feeling rather proud to be able to wear his shirts. I hope no other girl has worn this. A moment later you were lying down on his bed, quickly realizing the sheets smelled like Yoongi. You really were on Cloud 9. After a few minutes, he came back wearing only a pair of briefs. Even though youâve seen his chest multiple times, you still were too timid to look, making you turn your head to the side. âWhatâs the matter? First time seeing a bare-chested man?â He said sarcastically
âIâm feeling violated.â
He placed himself next to you, hovering over you. âNext time youâll be drinking the weak stuff first and Iâll just drink the hard stuff myself, lightweight.â He gently grabbed your face and planted a kiss on your forehead. âThen we can get drunk at the same pace, how about that?â
You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. âSounds like a great idea.â This felt weird. This whole night felt weird. Not because of you or Yoongi in particular. But because it all felt like weird dĂŠjĂ vu. âAlright, goodnight y/n.â He said before turning off the light
âGoodnight Yoongi.â You rubbed your face against the pillow, creating a little malt to fit your face nicely to sleep in. The sudden feeling of his arm snaking around your waist almost made you cry. He pulled you a bit closer, feeling his heartbeat against your back. You smiled. Cause tonight, you were his and his only.
âDonât kiss me I have morning breath.â When you found yourself in Yoongiâs arms, and a painful headache, the next morning, you realized how bad of a combo you and alcohol are.
Yoongi chuckled before leaning in closer to you. âLike I care Besides, yesterday you were very persistent on me kissing you.â He teased with a smirk.
âI talk a bit too much when Iâm tipsy.â You pouted as you felt Yoongiâs lips on your neck.
âTipsy?â He teased.
âShut up.â You sat up straight, stretching your body to wake yourself up. âI canât stay long though, I have to be at work at 12.â Your heart was feeling sad you had to leave already.
Yoongi sat straight as well. âItâs fine, I have a meeting in the afternoon, so I couldnât stay either,â He gently grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. âunfortunately.â Yoongi moved up from his bed, stretching at well. âLet me take a quick shower before I drop you off.â
However, you did not hear that last sentence Yoongi just said. Because Yoongi was indeed, a healthy man. And healthy men would occasionally get morning wood. It was not your fault it distracted you for a minute. You quickly moved your eyes away from his clothed erection and decided to keep your focus strictly on Yoongiâs face. âSorry, what?â
Yoongi smirked at the sight of you being flustered. âI said I was going to take a quick shower, but it seems that you were a bit distracted.â
âJust go shower, please!â
Yoongi just shook his head in disbelief. âYouâre a lot of talk when youâre drunk, but sober youâre such a pussy.â He said before closing the door behind him. During Yoongiâs shower, you put back on your own clothes as you heard the shower head running. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, noticing the rubbed-out mascara that made you look like a raccoon. You tried your best to tame your hair but without much luck. You heard a notification noise coming from somewhere, but it wasnât from your phone. Curiosity got the best of you, so you quickly took a glimpse at the text Yoongi received.
[09:21] Eunha: Yoongi~ I hope tonight is still on. I havenât heard from you yet so Iâm getting worried ă
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The urge to text her back yourself to tell you that he was busy with someone else, was immense. But you just bit your tongue and ignored it. It was the universe telling you that you were, indeed, not special. Being Yoongiâs one and only was too good to be true. You just sighed, laying back down and trying your best to get your mind out of the gutter. After a few minutes of waiting, Yoongi was done with his shower and decided to come out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You really are testing me, arenât you? You took a little peak, before covering your eyes with your arms, making Yoongi chuckle. âYou can look you know? I donât mind.â
âI feel more comfortable likes this.â
His lips left a little âtskâ sound as he started to get dressed, telling you after a few minutes it was safe to open your eyes again. You sat up from the bed, smiling innocently at Yoongi as if you didnât want him to rearrange your guts yesterday, but now you were chickening out. ây/n-â You hear Yoongi whisper, making you turn your body to him. You felt his hands creep onto your waist as he leaned in a bit. âBefore we go, can I justâŚâ He pulled your body closer to his, making you hold onto his shoulders as he gently pressed you against the door. You could feel his breath against your lips, waiting for a second before pressing his lips against yours, his lips slowly moving against yours. A rush of excitement went through your body by Yoongiâs sudden need for you. You could feel his hand squeezing your breast as if he had been waiting for the opportunity to do so, making you let out a small wince. His lips left yours and a grin painted his face. âAlright, letâs go.â You werenât sure what just happened, or why he suddenly had the need to do that. Youâd be lying if it didnât leave you wanting more, but neither of you had the time for it anymore. Making you think he did this on purpose.
After the two of you left his apartment, he drove you back home, which didnât take that long. Conveniently enough, his house was that far from yours. After holding the door for you again and walking up to your front door, you couldnât believe this was already over. âThanks for last night, I really had fun.â You said before opening the door.
âSo did I.â He smiled before it turned into a slight grin. âNow that you stopped pretending you donât want to see me, how about I come over to pick you up this Friday?â
Suddenly, the text from that girl named Eunha popped into your head, altering your answer. âIâll think about it.â You said with a hint of sadness.
Yoongi leaned in closer, holding your waist for a second before planting another kiss on your lips. âLet me know, okay? See you soon y/n.â He smiled before letting go of you. You watch him drive off before heading into your home, leaning against the door as soon as itâs closed. But when you caught yourself being a little bit too smiley, you mentally slapped yourself out of it. Donât do this to yourself No, you werenât going to fall in love with him again. No matter how nice he would be to you. He was an upper-fuckboy and you should know better. You were just another one in his long contact list of girls. So tonight you made a promise to yourself. The moment you started to catch feelings for Yoongi, you would cut him out of your life.
Simple.
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I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish đĽşđĽşđ
This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol
yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you â¤ď¸

honey bunny
pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader
category: smut, fluff
word count: 2.3k
rating: 21+
warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting
notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-
You donât know if this is a good idea.
Purchasing this⌠gift with Taehyungâs card was risky enough. Yes, heâs able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesnât normally look. Really, youâve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.
And today is the day.
Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.
Although you know itâs all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.
However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now youâre second-guessing yourself.
As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since youâre in little space more often than not. So you donât know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?
He doesnât have to love it. You just want to⌠surprise him.
The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, thenâ
"Jesus Christ."
You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.
âHi,â you murmur, smiling a little.
He doesnât reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. âWhatâs this?â he croaks.
âDo you like it, Daddy?â you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. âI got it for you.â
Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. âYou lookâŚâ His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. âFuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.â
"Thank you," you whisper.
His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.
âSo this is what you bought that day,â Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.
âPlease,â you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.
A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"
You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."
Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."
You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but thatâs what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.
It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.
âFuck me, Daddy,â you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. âPlease. N-Need you so bad. I-I donât are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.â
Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. âAlright, babygirl. Anything for you.â
A few seconds later, youâre on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.
âDaddy!â you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.
âWhat?â His eyes sparkle with mischief. âJust doing what my babydoll wants.â
You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.
Thatâs another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesnât matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and itâs even better because heâs the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.
âDaddy, please,â you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. âFuck me.â
Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.
âHow badly do you want it, babe?â Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. âHuh? How badly do you want Daddyâs cock? Tell me, babygirl.â
âPlease!â you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. âO-Oh, fuck yes, pleaseââ
âW-Want it so bad!â you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. âPlease, please, fill me up until I canât think of anything but you!â You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. âP-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!â
Taehyung smirks. âThatâs a good girl."
While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.
Youâre so deep in your own little world that you donât even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.
âWant Daddyâs cock so bad, donât you?â Taehyung coos.
You eagerly nod. âYes, please!â
âLet me hear it one more time, baby.â
You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. âPlease, fuck me, Daddy.â
âGood girl,â Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. âFuck, so fucking tight...â
You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until heâs fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.
He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.
âFuck, relax,â Taehyung croaks.
âF-Feels so good,â you whimper.
âI know, baby.â
Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyungâs gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like youâre drunk on his cock.
âGo faster,â you plead. âPlease.â
âYeah?â Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. âLike this?â
You whine and shake your head. âFaster!â
âBe specific, darling.â His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyungâs in the mood.
âF-Fuck me until I canât think straight,â you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. âPlease, Daddy.â
âThatâs better.â Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. âThis what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?â
âYes!â you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. âF-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!â
Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You canât even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.
He melted your brain. He always does.
The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyungâs godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.
âGonna fuckinâ pump you full of my cum,â Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. âUntil it leaks out of you, babygirl.â
You simply moan, which has him laughing. âDid I fuck my girl dumb? Youâre so cute.â
Despite his impending doom, it doesnât stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.
âD-Daddy,â you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn youâve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, youâre so close. ââM-M gonna cum.â
Taehyung groans. âYeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?â
âU-Uh huh!â
He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer untilâ
You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyungâs cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces youâve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.
You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoriaâs touch. However, when you wake, you discover youâve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. Youâre no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.
What the hell?
âYouâre awake.â
At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.
âWhat happened?â you quietly ask him.
His lips stretch into a smug smirk. âYou squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.â He offers you the snack and water. âI bring refreshments.â
Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. âI-I passed out? From squirting?"
âYup.â Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. âIt was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but itâs okay. Your health and safety comes first.â
You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. âDid you like it, at least?â
âHm?â Taehyung peeks at you. âLike what?"
You bashfully divert your gaze. âThe outfit.â
A low chuckle. âI loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights⌠Goddamn.â
You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. âI loved it, babydoll.â
âReally?â You peek at him.
âMhmm.â Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. âIf you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.â
âN-Next time?â
âOh, baby.â Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. âThereâs always a next time with you.â
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