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party time || jhs

Part of the Jack N’ Jill Series: Encore | Danger! | Party Time

⇢ Drabbles: Kink Hours Drabble

❃ Festivaled Away: Hope Fest hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Early 2000s Block Party ⤞ Main Event: No Underwear ⤞ Games: BDSM Chambers/Sex Rooms | Humiliation | Clothed Sex | Makeshift Restraints | Edging

❂ Lovers Through the Ages ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Naia through @bangtansorciere

Playlist | Main Masterlist | Kink Hour Drabble | Danger!

The “move bitch!” hits harder when you actually need someone to get the hell out of your way. Whatever Ludacris was on when he recorded the song playing through the speakers, is the same mood you’re in tonight

You’re usually the most rational person of the group; your friends blame your strict upbringing for that—but tonight it's the hell with it. You’re pissed off, restless, and a little horny. Just having a little trouble adjusting to this change mostly.

You still bleed, but your heart no longer beats. Wounds heal quickly, but you don’t eat or sleep. And most importantly you lack two things—a soul and self control.

“Hey Mandy,” you chirp, sitting on the couch you let your friends “borrow” from your parents’ living room.

Every weekend this is the hotspot for young adults, especially when Hoseok throws a party. This asylum shut down in the 80s, but Hoseok and his friends claimed it as theirs a few years back. Now it’s used as a hang out spot, and a place cops don’t dare to enter at night. There are people spread out everywhere, even on the neighboring deserted streets.

Your band got off stage an hour ago, but music still blasts through the old ward speakers. The members and a handful of groupies usually chill in the lobby—where they drink and do all of their other extracurricular activities.

This place is a hazard, but it’s the only escape some of you have. Your parents would have heart attacks if they found out their precious daughter was here with the guy they told her to never see again. But they were foolish to think you’d ever leave Hoseok alone.

They were right about one thing though—fucking around with him did lead to you digging yourself a grave. However, the unknown chemicals floating around in the basement didn’t want you to leave this world so soon.

You have no idea how or why you’re still living or breathing—but you feel great. As long as no one triggers any negative emotions.

Like the bitch sitting on your man’s lap, for example. She looks at you with disgust covering her features and gives you a forced smile. “Hey?”

You nod and turn your attention to the man of the hour.

“Hoseok.”

“What’s up, ma.”

You ignore the sting that comes with the dry greeting and shift the conversation to a more interesting topic.

“Hey Mandy, what kinda car you drive, babe?”

The slut nearly shakes loose her updo while whipping her head in your direction. Her prideful smile is only seconds from being wiped away.

“The pink Benz. Like the one from the new Chingy video,” she boasts.

You can see Hoseok and the rest of your friends becoming alert because they already know something’s up.

“Hm, that’s cute. Not pink anymore, though.” You take the joint from Yoongi and take a hit, leaning back on the sofa with a long and very much needed exhale.

“Please, girl. You see the body work on my baby. Why wouldn’t it be?” She laughs and looks around at her crew, oblivious to the horrible news she’s about to receive.

“It’s on fire, sweetheart,” you inform.

“WHAT?!”

She jumps up in her little jersey dress and white K-SWISS, then runs outside screaming. Her little clique follows closely behind. Your smirk widens and Hoseok gives you a look.

When she’s out of sight, conversations carry on like nothing’s happened.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks, taking the joint from your hand. If only he knew the types of things your body goes through when he speaks to you in that tone.

You usually don’t allow your emotions to control you, but it’s hard to watch the person you’re fucking show everyone else attention except you. You know it’s for the best, to keep the peace between him and the band, but sometimes it’s just a slap in the face. Do they think you’d rat them out before one of their little groupies? You have no reason to; you’re just like them. Sure, they may be better at handling this new life than you, but they also aren’t tested every day by a man as hot as the one sitting next to you.

Maybe you should just blame it on the way he behaved on stage tonight. The way his body moved to the music was sinful, but the growling was fucking demonic. How you managed to get through that performance with him acting like that will always be a mystery.

You assume you were mesmerized, so caught up in his aura to realize that your thighs were rubbing together—just like one of the whores drooling at his feet.

So, yeah you get jealous whenever he acts like that in front of them, but what are you gonna say? What can you do about it?

“Nothing.”

You try to get up so you can leave the party, but Hoseok is too stubborn to just drop it. When you feel his cold hand wrap around your arm, you fall back into the couch and allow him to slide closer to you.

“No kiss tonight?”

“Hoseok, my parents have been calling me,” you lie. “And I’m wearing lipstick, and people are watching us—”

He scoffs. “Pretty, but full of shit. I see how it is.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a liar. A horrible one,” he tells you.

“I am not—”

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out your little flip phone, tossing it on your lap carelessly.

It almost slides to the floor, but once it’s secured you open it and examine your screen.

“Not one person has hit you up since you told me to hold your phone 4 hours ago,” he informs and your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.

“Fuck, am I really that lame?”

“You are…” his fingers begin to draw small circles on your skin. You panic because this party is huge. Someone from your school could be here, private university isn’t that big. Or one of your friends could see and would want to kick you out of the band, “but it’s sexy…and I like it.”

Of course, when you try to pry away he squeezes a little tighter.

“Am I taking you home or are you staying with me tonight?”

You look at the time and the bright “1:00 AM” mocks you. There is no way you can walk through the front door at this ungodly hour—high as a kite, dressed like what your mother would call a whore, wobbling because Hoseok’s bent you over twice on the way there.

“No, I’ll stay,” you sigh.

“You don’t sound happy about it.” He lifts his eyebrows and it disappears behind his bangs.

“I’m just not looking forward to arguing with them, you know. All they do is argue, and when they aren’t, they’re ganging up on me.”

“Ah, let’s not think about all that shit right now; it’s bad for my soul.”

The eye roll comes naturally because only he can tell a bad joke and get you to smile.

“You’re dead. You don’t have a soul, Hoseok.”

“Half dead, actually. My dick still works and I could’ve sworn my heart skipped a beat when I saw you in that skirt tonight.” His smirk should annoy you, but his dimples make you squirm in your seat.

“Are you sure it wasn’t because I was bending over?”

“Could’ve been…”

His words trail off and he becomes distracted by something or someone across the room. You look in the same direction and to your disappointment there’s a girl dancing promiscuously to Dirrty while taking off her clothes.

It’s about more than you can take, so you try to stand. However once again, Hoseok snatches you right back. “Slow your roll, baby.”

You huff when your plan to escape fails.

“Where are you running off to?” he questions with amusement present in his voice.

His painted nails trace the hem of your skirt, caressing your thigh to calm you down. You hate that it works, and bite your lip to stop yourself from relaxing your muscles. But it’s only seconds before you lean into his touch.

“I need to leave.”

“And miss the show?” he chuckles while pointing at the woman twirling her hips. His lips press against your ear and he whispers, “I rather see you doing that, you know.”

“You’re a pig,” you scoff and he squeezes your thigh as a warning.

“And what does that make you?”

You gulp as his soft kisses make their way down your neck. Your clothing is bunched in your hand as you fist them tightly. Your breath hitches when his teeth graze your skin. Curious eyes begin to watch the act unfold and as soon as he starts, he suddenly pulls away.

You release the breath you were holding and suffer silently with disappointment.

“It’s attention that you want, isn’t it?” You don’t even have to answer for him to know that it’s true. He laughs, his whole body shaking so much that everyone around, including you turns to look at him. Instantly, he stops and looks directly at you. “I’m gonna leave the room and only one person’s going to follow me—it better be you.”

Your panties are soaking by the time he throws back his drink and stands up. Hoseok begins to walk away and people in every direction look on to see what your next move is. Before he can even leave the room, you’re grabbing your bag and following him out of the lobby into the asylum’s dark and eerie halls.

You have tunnel vision as you bypass all the envious eyes and side jokes. Only one thing is on your mind because you already know what time it is. There’s only one person more spiteful than you when you’re angry and that would be a pissed off Hoseok. No matter what he has planned, it’s going to be bad—but it’s still going to feel so damn good.

“You look so beautiful when you cry.”

Hoseok circles the table, his shoes thudding against the grimy floor each time he takes a step. He searches for the perfect angle, the best moment to snap a photo of you squirming and moaning in agony.

All you want is for him to touch where you need to be touched. However, all he’s done for hours is taunt you with broken promises.

“Say cheese, baby.”

As if you could do anything with your panties shoved in your mouth.

The more you struggle the tighter your bindings become. You’d think the old cords and tubes just lying about would snap easily, but Hoseok took extra measures to make sure you couldn’t move.

“So…beautiful.”

He aims the camera at your wrists so he can capture the way the cords dig into your skin, only temporarily scarring your flesh. The sight of you tied to a gurney, defenseless and at his mercy excites him in ways only you can understand.

You share a fetish for pain—he to inflict and you to receive.

You have a whole catalog of private photographs to show the lengths you’ve gone to fulfill your twisted fantasies.

He’s always said he struck gold when he met you. Girls would laugh and call him weird for the things he liked, so when he met someone who wasn’t afraid of the dark side, he couldn’t resist tainting you and making you his.

“Now this is art,” he whispers while inserting two fingers into your pussy. You attempt to scream his name, but it only comes out as a muffled cry. “So wet. I bet you wanna come so bad right now, huh?”

“Mmhm!”

Your eyes are blown out and beads of sweat form on your skin. Hoseok twists and curls his digits inside of you as he moves them in and out, making legs buckle and threaten to give out at any moment.

Your body works desperately to gain more friction, and just when he hits the right spot—his movements stop and he pulls out of you.

“Not right now, sweetheart.”

The tears sting as they form in your eyes; denial seems to be the theme for tonight.

Hoseok laughs while he sucks your juices from his long fingers, and teases you for thinking he was going to let you come so easily.

It’s been hours of this—him torturing and capturing his favorite moments on camera. Your body’s so worked up and overstimulated. Though, since you’ve crossed over your tolerance is higher, and you can withstand so much more.

Neither of you can ever resist the urge to test your new limits nowadays. Even if it means dragging it out for long periods of time. The results are always worth the wait.

“So delicious,” he comments, and you can only stare ahead at the wall as embarrassment washes over you.

His mouth is filthy and his desires are sadistic. You had no idea that either would turn you on strongly.

Hoseok snatches your panties out of your mouth and tosses them across the room. He walks over to the window, looking over the crowd before he returns to your side.

The first blow he delivers comes without a warning, and so does the second. You’re sure everyone can hear your screams, but it’s become too much to contain them anymore.

He stops for just a moment, only to ask you a question. His hand still rests on your ass, attempting to soothe the skin he’s abused only seconds before.

“Now you wanna tell me what’s been up your ass lately?”

His chilling touch does little to tame the heat rushing through you. Your dormant heart begins racing for the first time in what seems like forever, the throbbing nearly as intense pulsing within your core. You clench your fists as tightly as the bindings that strap you to the gurney.

“It’s nothing, Hoseok. Please, just—ahh!” you wince. “Fuck, this isn’t fair.”

“Liar, liar…if you lie to me again your ass will be on fire,” he chuckles.

The moonlight that shines into the darkness enlarges his silhouette, making him appear twice his size. The hollowness of the room allows his voice to project and ricochet off the grungy walls, giving you chills and shakes.

A sigh leaves your lips as the stinging subsides. Although the ghost of his touch still lingers in the reddened marks that resemble the shape of his palm. You cave and submit to the pleasure, moaning while his hands continue to roam all over your body.

“It’s them. Isn’t it, baby?” Hoseok leans over your body, pressing his ear against your back so he can listen to the sound of your blood pumping through your veins again. “Jealous, aren’t we?”

Shamefully, you confess.

“A little bit.”

He shushes your whimpers and strokes the hair out of your face. You feel the cords grow slack around your body, and you relax under his gentle touch. However, your reverie is short-lived because your punishment is right around the corner.

“Well sweetheart, if you wanna be a whore…” He growls out his words as he tugs your hair. The back of your head collides with his shoulder and you can only stare at the stars through the hole in the roof as you wait, your legs trembling with need.

He collects arousal from your inner thigh and brings it to your swollen lips, smirking when you absentmindedly dart out your tongue to taste yourself on his fingers. “Oh, I don’t have any problems treating you like one.”

Hoseok moves swiftly when freeing you from the device he’s created to restrain you. He pulls you to your feet with your hands still tied behind your back, and you require his support to stand properly because your legs can no longer keep you up on their own.

“Come here,” he commands, and he drags you towards the glassless window.

He uses his body to pin your lower half against it, and his grip on your hair to keep the upper portion from toppling over. “Hoseok…”

He ignores you and continues to yell in your face.

“This is what you want, right?” You hear his zipper sliding open, and seconds later the blunt tip of his dick touches your ass. “You want everybody to know you’re getting fucked, don’t you?”

You bite your lips raw trying to suppress your moans, but he squeezes your cheeks and forces you to let them out. The people below are clueless to what is happening five floors above them, but you’re sure before this is over they will be well aware of what is going on.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, Hoseok! I do. I fucking do,” you say while looking him in the eyes.

He shakes your head slowly, and the tone in which he speaks is condescending.

“Shut up, you know what you want.” He lets go of your face so he can position himself at your entrance. Desperation leaves you trying to push back on his erection, but he wants to move at his own pace tonight. “You’re just a dumb little whore who’s needs me to make decisions for her. Isn’t that right?”

“Hoseok, please.”

“Uh-uh, not until you accept it,” he tsks.

You turn to him again. “I am, okay. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Still with the attitude, I see. But no worries…I can fix that.”

He chuckles and tilts your head downward to look at the people below.

“That’s a long way down, isn’t it?” he asks, and you respond with a nod.

You gulp. “Yeah, it is.”

“It’s a good thing that you trust me, huh?”

“Mmhm,” you moan once he starts to probe you with very shallow and tiny thrusts. You almost allow your mind to slip away, but his previous statement comes back to haunt you the second you remember your fear of heights. “Wait. What are you talking about?...Ohh, shit!”

Without another word, Hoseok impales you with every inch of his dick—leaving you gasping, panting, and balling up your fists to cope with the intrusion.

He curses as your walls squeeze around his girth, making him twitch inside of you. You both fight through the sensitivity in silence.

“Better keep your back arched if you don’t want to fly away from me,” he warns, voice dripping with amusement. His impatience grows, and he can no longer stand there buried in your warmth. Hoseok’s pace starts fast and strong. Your eyes roll back as you get lost in the feeling.

Even though you can’t move, you still feel like you’re floating away from yourself each time he plows into the depths of your womb. “You probably wouldn’t even care, would you?”

The skin slapping noises echo through the room and drowns out your soft incoherent babbling. Your vocal cords are totally trashed after a night of singing and screaming his name over and over. You mumble responses in hopes that he can hear you, but he’s quick to tell you that he can’t.

“Speak up, bitch. I can’t hear you.” He pinches your nipple through your shirt, growling in your ear when your cunt clenches around him like a vice as a response. “Well, fuck me. So your pussy talks, but you can’t?...It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”

“Come. I need to—”

“What was that?”

“I said I need to come,” you rasp, but once again your request is denied.

“Sorry, I don’t speak whore. Try again.”

You can’t do anything but sob. Mascara runs down your cheeks, and leaves a bitter taste on your lips. “Hoseok, please. I can’t.”

“I don’t give a shit!”

Nearly at the speed of light he snatches your hair, his hunting knife coming out of nowhere to lay flat against your jugular. Your gasp seems to travel through the open air, and alert several people surrounding you. Hard bangs are heard on the door behind you, but Hoseok just keeps going, slowing down his movements momentarily.

“I knew this would get you to speak up. You were gonna come all over my dick had I not stopped,” he grunts in your ear. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”

“Hoseok…”

“Shh. Don’t talk, just listen…and comprehend if you can,” he interrupts.

Your eyes close, trying to focus on anything other than the intense feeling in your core. You’re exhausted, overstimulated, but still begging for more like you aren’t already fighting to keep it together.

“Tell them,” he requests.

“Tell them what?”

“To fuck off. You’re fucking your boyfriend.” The sharp blade moves across your throat slowly, and then over your shoulder. Your body shudders when it travels down your spine, stopping at the lower portion of your back where your hands are bound.

Your scalp stings from all the tugging and pulling, but isn’t enough to pull you away from the high you’re trying to reach. Hoseok is like the devil in your ear, feeding you whatever he needs to so he can have his way. “Do it,” he encourages.

“But—”

“But, nothing. You said you wanna be a whore. Well, whores don’t give a damn about who knows…or who sees. Tell everybody or I’ll stop. You want that?”

“No!”

His smile widens at your reaction, knowing he’s got you where he wants you. “Then tell them who you belong to, and stop being such a pussy.”

He slams into your sensitive heat, making you yelp out his name.

“Hoseok!”

Pleased with the way everyone is now paying attention, he cuts your bindings, instructing you to hold onto the ledge and continue calling his name. He fucks you from behind and abandons his blade so he can tease your bundle of nerves beneath your skirt.

“Please don’t stop,” you beg and he promises that he’d never.

His painted nails dig into the sides of your throat as uses you like a toy and pulls you back on his throbbing cock. You’re covered in his marks already, but he still takes the opportunity to leave more with his teeth.

The feeling in your center begins to build up again, and you’re certain you’ll go insane if you don’t reach your high this time. Hoseok’s moans and growls fill your ears, drowning out the squelching and lewd sounds coming from between your thighs. Whatever song is playing, it seems to be one that he favors because his thrusts aren’t missing a beat as he plows into you.

“Fuck, Hoseok.” This time he doesn’t need a warning because he can’t take the way you’re squeezing around him. “Please?”

Finally, he caves.

“Yeah, baby. It’s okay.”

You don’t wait for him to tell you twice. Your orgasm hits fast and hard; you have to reach behind you and grab his hair to ground yourself, leaving scratches on his arms in an attempt to cope with how deep his dick travels into your womb.

Feral noises leave your lips when an intense wave of pleasure takes over you, and the feeling leaves you floating on air as your body attempts to come down from an overwhelming high. However, Hoseok isn’t done with you yet.

“Just one more,” he moans, but you shake your head. He continues pounding into you, and sobs begin to tear from your throat.

“Too much, Hoseok,” you whine, but he’s only moments away from pleasure.

“I know, baby. I just can’t get enough, sweetheart. Just one more,” he begs, returning his attention to your sensitive clit. “Please.”

“Okay…!”

As soon as he gets the greenlight his only mission is to release his load, and rob you of the last bit of strength you have left. Within seconds you both are howling out each other’s name, and everyone who is witnessing the sight before them are left speechless.

Hoseok’s seed fills your womb and soothes you until you are no longer tense with oversensitivity. Your head lolls back on his chest and your body goes limp in his strong arms.

He gives you a few seconds to pull yourself together then slowly slips out of you before he turns you around.

“Is there something you wanna say to me?” he asks, forcing you to look at him. You nod your head, and Hoseok asks you to elaborate. Your post-orgasmic high allows you to tell him without any fear or shame of rejection.

“I’m tired of sharing you,” you confess.

“Sharing me with who?”

You roll your eyes in pretend thought. “Mandy, and whoever else sits on your dick when I’m not around. I get it, you like brats, but why am I not enough?”

Hoseok kisses you before you can continue your rant of self destruction. He holds you and caresses your body in a way that brings you comfort and peace—something you’ve been craving for so long. He stares at you after your lips part, but you’re too afraid to ask what he’s thinking.

“If you haven’t realized, I’m a little fucked up,” he says after what feels like an eternity.

“So am I, Hoseok.” You look down at yourself and then back at him. “If you haven’t noticed.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”

“But ever since…you know. I’ve never felt more alive. I’m becoming less afraid to be myself,” you admit.

“A crazy bitch who burns people’s cars to a crisp?”

“Shut up.” You throw a light punch to his arm, but he acts as if it did severe damage by clutching it and whining. “It was in the heat of the moment.”

“Literally,” he adds, and you both start laughing. His smile is everything, and you wonder if it’d be too much to tell him that. Hoseok senses your conflicting thoughts even amidst the jokes, and pulls you deeper into his embrace. “I’m yours, okay. I only did that shit tonight to piss you off…because apparently that turns me on.”

“I hate you. You’re such an asshole,” you cry, but still hug him tighter. “Our hearts are beating.”

He sighs. “Yeah, they are.”

“Does that mean?...”

Hoseok pulls away before he answers. “No, your marks are disappearing already.”

You look down when he touches your wrists.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he says to you.

Immediately, you shake your head. “This isn’t your fault, Hoseok.”

“I was talking about tonight. Seeing you mad is sexy, but I don’t like hurting your feelings or making you feel like you aren’t enough for me,” he admits.

You tell him it’s all forgotten and his grin returns. This time you don’t hesitate.

“I like seeing you smile.”

He nearly chokes on his saliva. “Please don’t make this weird.”

“Shut up! It sounded smoother in my head, okay. Forget it,” you laugh, pulling away to give the bird to whoever is shouting at you from the ground.

Hoseok wraps his arms around your waist and looks out into the night with you, using the position to kiss your cheek.

“Thank you. No one’s ever said anything that nice to me before,” he says after a while.

“Wanna hear some more?”

He scoffs. “Fuck, no.”

You giggle and focus on the city lights in the far distance, a thought running through your mind suddenly.

“So what now?”

His lips pout and he shrugs. “Depends on what you mean, I guess.”

“Like are we going to stay here or…”

“We?” he repeats and you nod.

“Yeah, we.”

“Us?”

“Hoseok,” you warn.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, earning a glare. “Chill. I haven’t really thought about it. What do you wanna do?”

“Well, Mandy is the mayor’s daughter and I kind of just destroyed her car so….”

“I guess we have to leave town then,” he suggests.

“We?”

Hoseok nods and ushers you towards the middle of the room to grab your things. “Yeah, we. Did I stutter? We die together, we ride together. Simple.”

“No matter what?”

“Through everything,” he assures.

You stare at your feet, and you can feel as he begins to sense that something’s off. “Even if one of us got angry and busted the other’s car windows?”

Hoseok’s entire mood changes, and he removes his arm from around you.

“Run.”

You smile nervously. “Can I call you later?”

“Get out!”

You leave without another word, but your smile doesn’t fade. No one would ever have the balls to pull something like that with him, but you aren’t everyone.

And that’s exactly why you were able to walk out of there alive—partially, at least.

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hobeemin · 2 years

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boy next door

🌿 genre: smut, pwp, fluff, romance, s2l

🌿 pairing: kim taehyung x poc!(f) reader

🌿 rating: 18+

🌿 warning(s): swearing, body worship, confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, fingering, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage, protected sex, tae is sweet

🌿 word count: 3.2k

🌿 credits: thank you to @namjinsmoonchile and @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta reading this!

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Autumn Acquaintances

⁂ Hosted by: professor valerie through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: white pumpkins - something new

⤐ Theme(s): opposites attract, guy next door

⤐ Kinks: confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage

Moving into a new apartment was her first step to independence. After living in the university dorms for so long, it was time for a change. She needed her space. Luckily, a unit opened up not far from the university she attended. Her prayers had been answered with a great location, price, and amenities.

She moved in without any issues with the help of her friends. As Y/N grew accustomed to apartment living, she hadn’t met any of her neighbors, but that was alright. They all seemed to be either college students or working professionals.

That would all change.

Y/N glared at the elevator, arms full of bags, growing impatient. She decided she didn't want to wait for the elevator, and decided to climb the three flights up to her place.

Huffing with fatigue, the bags grew heavier with each step. When she finally made it to her floor, Y/N almost stumbled over a carpet snag, catching herself, but one of the bags ripped, sending fruits tumbling down the hallway.

“Shit!”

“Are you alright?” A deep voice asked.

She looked around, searching for the direction of the voice, until her eyes settled on a man coming out of the apartment adjacent to hers.

Whoa.

He was gorgeous. Wearing an open buttoned long striped shirt, white tee, dark pants, and slides, he looked so relaxed.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, the concern on his face.

She blinked, realizing that he was speaking to her. “Um, I’m fine; and just tripped, and one of my bags ripped open.”

“Here, I’ll help you,” he offered, picking up the fallen items.

“T-Thank you,” she stuttered. She fumbled with the keys and opened the door.

She kicked her shoes off before heading to the island counter and deposited the grocery bags. As she turned, she almost bumped into him, squeaking by how quiet he was. He smiled, holding onto the bag with the spilled fruits.

“Want these on that counter?”

“Yes, please.”

Once he placed the bag down, Y/N bowed her head. “Thank you again.”

He smirked, scratching the bridge of his nose. “Always happy to help out. I’m Kim Taehyung. I live in the unit next to you.”

“Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Are you a student at the university?”

“Sort of. I’m in the culinary arts,” she answered.

“Oh, that's cool! I can’t cook at all,” he said sheepishly, “I teach art at the university."

He was a professor?!

Goodness. Handsome and talented.

“Well if you want a break from instant noodles, I might have to invite you over for dinner as thanks.” She felt her cheeks grow warm as he looked at her in amusement. “I mean, if you’d like to or aren’t busy.”

He couldn’t help but notice how cute she got when flustered.

“Hey, instant noodles are the best, but who am I to say no to free dinner? I’d be happy to join you sometime,” he chuckled.

Was she flirting? He wanted to kick himself. She’d probably thought he was being corny.

But in fact it was quite the opposite. She felt drawn to him. Y/N was just about to respond to his comment when he glanced down at his watch, tuting with a frown.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat longer, but I have a meeting to go to.”

She bit her lip, looking away. It wasn’t her intention to keep him so long. "Thank you again for helping with my bags. I hope to see you around Taehyung."

He tried to keep his smile hidden, a little flushed from her statement. “You were a much needed distraction for me today. Take care, Y/N.”

He gave her a small wave before leaving the apartment. She waved after him, closing the door behind him. Biting her lip once more, Y/N began to put her groceries away.

Kim Taehyung was quite intriguing.

The days went by as Y/N grew accustomed to her new place. With her class and work schedule, she only ran into Taehyung if she was leaving or going to class or work. A few times they would happen to be washing laundry at the same time.

While she tried to sound confident, she’d end up fumbling over her words. It was one of the things he found endearing about her.

As she walked back to the apartment one day, she paused, seeing a small dog running up and down the sidewalk. She raised an eyebrow as she stepped closer. The dog stopped a few feet from her cocking his head towards her as if wondering why she wasn't petting him. Y/N kneeled down giving it a small smile and held out her hand.

“Hello.”

The dog trotted closer, giving her a curious look before sniffing her hand. It seemed to like her and licked her hand as it wagged its tail. Y/N chuckled, giving it a pat on the head. The dog barked and rolled over, showing her its belly, demanding pets.

“Oh, you’re just adorable. Where is your mom or dad?”

“Yeontan!!”

The dog’s ears perked up as its tongue lulled. Y/N looked up to see Taehyung sprinting down the street. Seeing her with the dog made his eyes widened.

“Oh, goodness, you found my dog.”

Y/N glanced down at the dog scratching behind its ears. “Was running in front of the apartment.”

Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you Y/N. We were on a walk and I went inside to get something to drink at the store. He must have wiggled out of his leash. I almost had a heart attack.”

She nodded, still petting Yeontan. “He’s a good boy. He found his way home.”

A boxy grin spread on his face. “You’re an angel. Seriously, thank you so much.”

Now it was her turn to be flustered. Why did he always do that to her? She brushed it aside with a small giggle as she stood. “Consider us even. I still owe you dinner so stop by anytime with Yeontan.”

Taehyung stepped closer to her, gazing into her eyes. Y/N gulped softly.

“At least this gives me an excuse to see you again, Y/N.”

“O-Oh it was nothing,” she replied shyly, twisting her braids between her fingers.

His eyes darted up and down her frame. “Mhmm,” he scooped up Yeontan, turning towards the entrance. “Thank you again, Y/N. Have a good day.”

She glanced down at the ground as he walked away. “Y-Yeah. You too, Taehyung!”

Once he was out of sight, she released the breath she’d be holding.

Get it together.

He was just being nice!

Nope, that look said more than what he was saying.

She brushed the thoughts away. There was no way he liked her. Sure she was drawn to him and he was so easy to talk with-when she wasn’t stumbling over her words. No matter how she felt about him, they would only be friends.

But a gal could dream.

So much for dreams becoming reality.

One particularly gloomy rainy Friday, Y/N dragged herself back to her apartment. After a grueling week, she wanted to treat herself to a decent meal, a large glass of wine, and true crime documentaries. She heard footsteps behind her as she was unlocking her door. Taehyung, damp from the rain, shuffled out of the elevator and towards his apartment carrying a package.

Blushing, she turned away before taking a deep breath. He was standing at his door, reaching for his keys.

“Hey, Taehyung.”

He looked up from the sound of his name until his eyes fell on her. His signature boxy grin appeared as he adjusted the large square package. “Hey, Y/N. Yeontan misses ya.”

Whatever nervousness she had disappeared at the mention of Yeontan. ”Oh, please give him some pets for me.”

His gaze darkened at him as he laughed. “You could always visit and give him all the pets. He can’t be spoiled enough,” as his door clicked open, he gave her one more smile amused by her expression. “Enjoy your night.”

“You too.”

Once Y/N walked inside, she jumped around in the living room. He definitely was flirting with her! But what did it mean? Did he like her? So many thoughts wracked her brain as she went to the bathroom to shower.

Once she washed the grime of the day off, she walked out, shaking her braids from the shower cap, and ran her hands through for any tangles. She went into the kitchen and opened the cupboards, humming to herself as she began pulling ingredients out.

Playing music, she began to cut up the vegetables and put them in a hot skillet with oil. A knock came on her door when she was about to add the garlic. Y/N looked up in surprise, turned the stovetop off, and walked over, she peeked through the peephole and saw Taehyung standing there.

With curiosity, she opened the door.

“Taehyung.”

He looked relieved to see her there. She noticed how anxious he looked standing there. Worry crossed her face.

“Are you okay?”

He let out a bark of a laugh. “Hardly. I-I‘m not sure how to say this.”

Her heart hammered in her chest. Okay now she was concerned. “Maybe it would be easier if you said it really fast.”

He rubbed the back of his neck as red crept into his cheeks as he sighed. “Alright. IlikeyouY/N.”

Y/N frowned. “Pardon?”

His face turned pale as he made eye contact with her, “I like you, Y/N–”

Did she hear him correctly?

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Seeing you that day when you dropped your groceries, I was…blown away. And all I could do was just pick up those fruits. You have no idea how nervous I get seeing you sometimes.”

She looked skeptical, earning a laugh from him. “Seriously. I tried to look cool, but inside I was a wreck.”

She continued to stare at him as he stepped forward. “I thought I didn’t have a chance with you, but hell, we kept running into each other. I decided to take a chance cause I might never get this chance again.”

She was stunned. Taehyung felt insecure by her stare, and maybe she didn’t feel the same way. And now he felt like a fool. Shock crossed his face as she stepped forward, placing her hand on his cheek. She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his.

That’s all it took.

The kiss was was tamed, innocent, as if they were they both were both testing the waters. Taehyung wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to seem taller for their kiss. He picked her up with ease, walking past the threshold, closing the door with his foot before pushing her up against the door.

They parted, catching their breath as they were bothy both took in the moment. Taehyung searched her eyes for any doubt.

“Is this okay? I don’t want you to feel like we’re rushing things.”

She shook her head, giving him a small peck on the lips. “No. I want this, Tae. I want you.”

Their lips connected once more, his tongue swiping her gently. Her lips parted as their tongues collided, swirling. Taehyung inched down to her neck, biting, nibbling, and kissing her sensitive skin. The sounds Y/N made made him want her more. He gripped the bottom of her tank top, waiting for her to give him consent. She nodded, and he removed it, sucking in a breath at how beautiful she looked. Perky, full breasts fit snug into a bra, her nipples straining against the fabric. He cupped one breast, squeezing it gently. Y/N leened into his touch, bracing against the wall. His hands set to work pulling her breasts from their confines. His tongue flicked her nipple, making her whimper. He smiled against her skin.

“Like that?”

“Uh-huh,” she breathed out.

He continued giving attention to each breast as she squirmed in his arms. With reluctance, he popped one out of his mouth as his fingers moved down to the waistband of her shorts.

“M-May I?” he whispered against her neck.

Y/N’s head bobbed, and she hissed, biting down on her lip as his fingers teased against her clothed pussy lips.

“O-Oh yes,” she cried, lifting her hips.

He moaned at the sounds she made, making him continue his actions. He shivered at how wet she was already. His middle finger pulsed against her clit, causing her to do tiny jumps against his fingers.

“You feel amazing, Y/N,” he cooed, kissing her neck before taking one finger and slipping it into her cunt.

Y/N gripped his shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut. “Another...u-use another finger, p-please.”

He slipped another finger in joining the other and massaged her walls as he pumped them gently. “Y-You should see how beautiful you look right now, Y/N. So angelic,” he moaned. She rutted slowly against his fingers crying out each time they brushed her g-spot.

He nibbled on her earlobe, groaning as her walls tightened around his fingers. “Cum for me, Angel. I wanna feel you coat my fingers,” he purred.

That's all she needed. Y/N leaned forward, biting down on his shoulder as a muffled cry spilled out. Her body froze just as the warmth in her belly was released. She jerked on the counter as Taehyung held her so she wouldn’t fall over. Her body convulsed as tiny whimpers passed her lips as her arousal seeped and coated his fingers and hand.

She melted against him, seeking his lips as they kissed each other lazily. Breathing hard, Tae smiled, watching her come down for her high. Y/N rested against his shoulder for a few moments trying to catch her breath.

“T-That was...you w-were...fuck,” she trembled. Taehyung kissed the top of her head. “Don’t stroke my ego; it’ll go to my head.”

She gave him a sleepy grin. “Doubt I could.”

He slipped his fingers from her pussy, tasting them with a smile. “Delicious.”

She became flustered immediately, trying to hide her embarrassment. Taehyung couldn’t get over how cute she looked.

“Can you walk?”

“Don’t think I can,” she answered.

He adjusted his hold on her, kissing her lips. “We can stop right now if you want.”

She kissed him back, shaking her head. “No. No, I want you, Tae.”

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

He carried her into the the room, placing her down on the bed with care. Keeping his eyes on her, he undressed. She was once again transfixed by his beauty.

He was a piece of art.

Every part seemed sculpted and well-shaded. She took note of his cock, and it slapped against his stomach, precum dribbling from the head. He crawled up to her, helping her undress, kissing as much skin as he could. Seeing her splayed before him made him tremble.

She wanted him. He grabbed a condom from his sweatpants, ripping the foil and rolling it on quickly. Slotting himself between her legs, he kissed her lips. He arranged the two pillows to support her neck and placed his head at her entrance.

Looking into her eyes, she nodded, and he eased himself inside. Her breath hitched as her hands scrambled to grab his arms. Taehyung began kissing her neck, earlobes, and cheeks, whispering words of promise. Y/N let herself sink into the pleasure, moans growing as he thrust at a steady pace.

“Y-You’re so beautiful,” he panted as he rolled his hips.

“T-Tae,” she gasped.

She could see stars as she matched his rhythm. Taehyung lifted her leg, letting it rest on his shoulder, making her cry out at the new angle. Y/N's nails dug into his back.

Tae moaned as her pussy tightened around his cock. Her nails on his back turned him on. He pressed his body, slick with sweat, against hers as their pace quickened. He moved her hands above her head and intertwined with them. He only had eyes for her.

"Oh, Y/N," he grunted as his movements switched to slow but hard rhythmic thrusts as he pulled out farther before pushing himself all the way in again.

Their bodies moved as one well-oiled machine, knowing what the other craved. He felt himself nearing the edge and held inside her while leaning down to place hot kisses on her lips. His cock throbbed inside her tight pussy, wanting release.

She felt herself dissolve into the pleasure, knowing she was close. She felt him throb inside her, and she opened her eyes, staring at him through wet eyelashes. The look on his face was unlike anything she had seen. Something gleamed in his eyes as he looked at her.

“Angel,” he groaned. “Need you now.”

“T-Tae!”

For the second time that night, Y/N cried out for him as another wave crashed over her. She gripped his back, holding on for dear life. Watching her orgasm again made Tae follow after her, groaning out as he thrust through her pleasure. His hands went into her hair, kissing her feverishly as they came down from their high.

He dropped down, resting against her. She carded her fingers through his hair, making him murmur. Though exhaustion crossed their faces, he removed himself from her. Stroking her hair, he kissed her forehead.

“Be back in a minute.”

She could only mumble softly as he got up and walked into the bathroom. He returned quickly, holding a washcloth. He helped her sit up and wiped the sweat from her body. She leaned against him as he worked, her infatuation for him growing. Once he finished, he threw the washcloth in the hamper and wrapped her in his arms as they laid down on the bed. Pulling the comforter around them, he stroked her back softly.

“Any regrets?”

“None,” she answered.

“Neither do I. I would have asked you on a date first, but–” he laughed softly, “things sometimes don’t go as planned.”

“Not too late for that date. I still owe you dinner,” she said, getting out of bed with some effort.

His eyes widened. “I get to eat?”

She giggled, slipping on a long shirt. “Yes. You’ll be my wonderful sous chef.”

He sat up, grabbing his sweatpants. “Gonna have to teach me.”

She chuckled, taking his hand into hers. "No worries. You’ll be a chef in the making in no time.”

He beamed, kissing her forehead and then her lips gently. “Well I’ve got a beautiful coach.”

They went into the kitchen and set to work finishing the meal that was almost forgotten. Once the pan came out of the oven, she served up two plates as Taehyung grabbed their drinks and cutlery. Settling on the couch, they cuddled up as they watched a movie on the television. Taehyung took one bite, making a noise of contentment.

“This is amazing!”

Y/N chuckled, feeling bashful as she looked down at her plate. “I’m happy you like it.”

He leaned in kissing her cheek. “I love it. I look forward to what we make of this.”

She smiled up at him with a nod. “So am I.”

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inkedtae · 1 year

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lurking in the dark ⇾ kth [M]

↳ written for @jamaisjoons 's happy hentaiween collab

⌁ pairing; bogeyman!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; monster au, s2l, pwp, angst, horror smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 7.5k

⌁ summary; don’t look. it’s best to stay tucked under the covers. folktales warn against acknowledging him. it only strengthens his power. yet, he is all you want to think about.

⌁ warnings; dark themes: mentions and depictions of violence, death, and smoking (cigarettes), mentions and possession of weapons, explicit sex: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (f. receiving), size kink, praise kink, masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f.), finger sucking, choking, edging, teasing, biting, manhandling, light breast play, cum play, spit play

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❥ an extremely special thanks to my bestie eva ( @nottodayjjk ) for reading through this fic for me in such short notice and easing all my worries. sending you a million hugs and kisses! 💗

❥ happy, happy birthday to the bright light in my otherwise dark life, kim taehyung! you are my sun, stars, and moon 🐻🤍

❂ Nightmare Before Christmas ⁂ hosted by yours truly (professor bee) through @bangtansorciere

⤐ au type: pumpkin king - villains ⤐ themes: monsters/beasts ⤐ kinks: breath play, masturbation, finger sucking, cum play, overstimulation, begging, degradation

Virgil Manor sits on the edge of town square, festering in a dark pocket of superstition and paranoia. A pile of chipped bricks, wood and plaster all glued together to form an irregular, slanted rectangle that looms over Blue Haven. The white paint has faded, turned a murky grey, and shutters have almost rotted from a bright pink to a mouldy green. The rusted metal bars, bolted over the windows, do not make the sight any more appealing.

In 1910, Blue Haven was a trading port, and the mayor insisted on living in a house that was grand enough to look over at the sea. It took three years to build the manor, production briefly interrupted by a wave of civil unrest. Taxes were a pain back then too, the cost of living too expensive, and hunger plagued the little town. Civilians rallied and burned the homes of the less guarded, easily accessible aristocrats.

Starved and furious, scorned from the fire, a member of the aristocratic Kim family (his name scribbled out of every history book) stormed the Virgil Manor. He’d just heard his little brother’s cries, his mother wailing, pleading for help. He witnessed his father hurry back into the flaming house and the structure explode from the pressure. Motionless, he stood in the woods as the mob moved to the next house. They say the smoke burned his eyes black, poisoned him with a wrath worthy of destroying worlds.

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jimilter · 3 years

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mine to claim (m) | k.th. | one-shot

🎧 good for you by selena gomez once in a lifetime by landon austin

pairing: taehyung x reader

rating: m (18+)

summary: You are in love with Taehyung, your Alpha. But he just sees you as the Omega bitch that helps him relieve stress by letting him use her body however he likes. And you’ve come to be okay with that, because you know you are no good for him. But now with your heat coming up and the pressure on Taehyung to find a Queen increasing exponentially, will your ties with him severe forever? Or will they bloom into something else?

warnings: swearing + jealousy + pining + a/b/o universe stuff (talks of heats, breeding, mating, pups) + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral(m+f), clit slapping, clit biting, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, knotting, some spitting, some manhandling, some marking) + dumb oblivious characters that may frustrate you + we love and appreciate park jimin in this house <3

word count: 13 k

submission for the October Games hosted by House Seokubus.

❂ Pleasure Hallows ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Kat @yeoldontknow through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: Full Moon - A/B/O Dynamics ⤐ Themes: Werewolves/Hybrids | Mutual Pining ⤐ Kinks: Knotting, Scenting, Breeding/Impreg, Begging, Pain Kink, Praise Kink, Clit Spanking, Pussy/Cock Worship, Size Kink

note: I hadn’t written Tae since, like, May??? I missed him so much🥺 Hasn’t been beta-read because I finished proof-reading this a couple hours before posting. This month has been busy as hell as is, and now I’m being forced into on a 4-day long family trip tomorrow... RIP the Halloween fic that I have 20% written, so far - 😃

Also, praying for a speedy recovery for Tae’s calf muscles and sending him positive vibes that fill him with happiness! 🥺💕

Rest, I hope y’all like this ride with Dumb and Dumber, but please don’t kill ’em, they’re trying~ 😩💜

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— feedback is always appreciated!

You smell him before you hear him.

Thick, pungent, stifling stench of disappointment fills your lungs, prompting you to put away your computer. The reports are urgent and need to be sent in by midnight, but you need to be able to breathe to get work done. Besides, Taehyung is infinitely more important than your job to you, and you don’t care if that makes you an embarrassment to all the feminists in the world.

Coughing, you get off your bed and almost stumble your way out of your room and down the hallway to get to the door, just as the sound of keys clanging against the house’s main entrance echoes loudly in your head. You freeze in your place, focusing all your senses on his movements instead of smell.

His breathing is labored when your ears finally manage to hone in. The keys keep jangling, without actually attaching with the lock.

Why is it taking him so long? What could have possibly happened to have him so out of sorts?

You swallow, thickly.

What is he gonna do to clear his head?

Well, having come here smelling the way he has, the answer to that one is pretty obvious.

You look down at yourself, nodding in self-approval at your shaved legs beneath your shorts which remind you of every other place you're clean shaven at, too. You make a quick work of tugging your hair-tie off your bun, letting your hair tumble down your shoulders and back.

Perfect.

Bowing your head in the kind of submission you know he would appreciate, you walk up to the door and quietly unlock it from inside.

Your eyes catch his black Oxfords right as a surprised sound escapes him when you tug the door open. He wordlessly steps in and you step backwards on your bare feet.

In the half decade you’ve known him closely, you’ve come to be able to expertly discern when to be his friend and when to be the Omega he’s addicted to by judging just his mood. And so you keep your mouth sealed and gaze lowered even as he steps up close enough for his suit jacket to brush against you.

His harsh exhale washes over your neck and collarbones, you holding back a shiver at the sensation. But then he opens his mouth to speak and his low timbre pulls the repressed shiver out of you.

“I’ve had a horrible day,” he murmurs into your hair, and as his scent of distress lowers and desire builds up, your breathing gets rocky. “I am going to fuck you deep and hard and long – all night if I have to, and you will take it like the good, little bitch you are. Am I clear?”

Your jaw trembles when you try to open your mouth to word your agreement. Unable to formulate words, you nod your head as clearly as you can.

Which immediately earns you a disapproving click of his tongue. “Is that how you respond to me, now?”

You shake your head vigorously, deciding to drop to your knees to reassure him of your submission.

Although in hindsight, he should be able to smell your overwhelming arousal and the need to please him that is sure to be emanating from you. But maybe his displeasure is so grave today that he needs to see you break before him to calm down.

It isn’t the first time this would happen, if that is actually the case.

Last summer, when Taehyung’s father passed away and the responsibilities of the pack fell onto his shoulders, he kept you in his bed for a week. You took another week off work after that just to recover from the dehydration and the bruising you endured.

And also to attempt to heal your heart when he trampled all over it by informing you how the Elders at the Court were pressuring him to find a perfect Alpha bride quickly, now that he was going to be the King – the obvious choice because one of his brothers is a businessman and the other in a same gender relationship that the Court doesn't approve of – in the form of pillow-talk.

He hasn't found one, yet, but that doesn't help at all, because it is only a matter of time until he leaves you behind. You, the stupid Omega friend of an Alpha, who dared to think that societal tags couldn’t come in the way of her heart’s desires she has had for years just because he chose to spend his first heat with her. You were eighteen and naïve – now you’re older and hopeless, having learnt that life doesn’t always work your way.

So now, other than being his friend, you’ve assumed the role of your Alpha’s Omega bitch that helps him through his emotions by letting him use her body however he wants to. While he continues to be your everything, just like he has been since you first met him through your parents at the age of thirteen. It took him a year to even acknowledge you and more years to actually consider you a friend. That should've been a red freaking flag, should it not have? But you have been stupid all your life, so what's new.

“Try to make your mouth work before I put it to other uses.”

You blink at Taehyung’s command as you come back to yourself, horrified when a tear trickles out of your eyes with your action.

Grateful when he steps away to take off his suit jacket and shoes, you quickly swipe at your cheek with a palm. It would be disastrous to have him smell your gloom when he’s been feeling the way you know he is. His scent has mellowed down to just frustration now, which is quickly merging with sexual need, and you’d like it to not revert at any cost.

You clear your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the wetness that has been leaking out of you ever since you felt his proximity and heard his voice. Yes, that will get you smelling like lust in no time.

“I – I’m sorry, Alpha.”

He hums in approval. “Did I overwhelm you, little Omega?”

You duck your head further to rest your chin atop your collar-bones. “Your voice, Alpha…”

“My voice overwhelms you?”

You can hear the amusement in his tone, along with the clicking sound of his cufflinks coming off. He is folding his shirt sleeves up.

Oh good God.

Every little thing about him is so deliciously arousing, it turns you into a quivering, wet mess, begging for him to ruin you.

“Answer me!” he growls and you instinctively drop your hands to the floor, not unlike a perfectly trained Alpha's bitch.

“I – I – I’m sorry, Alpha! I… Your – your voice… turns me on,” you mumble, a little embarrassed at your admission but also pretty helpless because he would know in a while, anyway, so you’d better not lie unnecessarily.

"Does it, now." He doesn't frame it like a question, and that makes him sound all the more imposing and massive and irresistible. "My voice gets that pussy all wet and leaking?"

Your teeth clench when his words manifest themselves, instantly. "Yes, Alpha."

"Good. Show me."

Your muscles lock up. What?

"Do I have to tear your clothes off with my own hands?" There's mockery in his voice now, making you want to look at his face to catch his raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes that he is usually sporting when he talks to you like this, looking unfairly sexy. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes, Alpha."

You rise up to your knees. Your hands have a tremble in them, but you try to tamp it down the best you can and hook your thumbs into the waistband of both your shorts and underwear together. You pull them down your thighs in one, single, sharp movement. You bite down on your lip to ignore the way your underwear tries to cling on to the wetness your pussy has coated it with.

Knees scraping against the coarse carpet, you twirl around to face away from him. He smells like sex, now, and you use that scent as a guide to direct your exposed nether regions to sit perfectly in his line of sight.

Then you rest your palms on the floor and lift your ass up.

Taehyung groans loud and deep, echoing in your stomach and filling it up with nervous butterflies. Your eyelids flutter like the wings of one.

"My perfect little bitch, look at you," he approves, words coming from the back of his throat. "You're dripping down your thighs, baby."

Shit, being called his bitch was making you lose your sanity as it is. But this other, infinitely more intimate sounding pet name hits you in a different, much more vulnerable place.

You whimper in response, lowering your face so that it hides behind the curtain of your hair.

His heels clap against the hardwood floor, alerting you of him moving closer to you, until the carpet muffles his footfalls and leaves you in the dark. And then two of his long, elegant, perfect fingers brush over your clit, feathering up your pussy with a barely there touch to make you choke on your next exhale. He pauses at your entrance to draw in a loud breath.

"So so fucking delicious, baby, you smell so good." His words are tight and rushed, but his fingers take their time sliding into you.

A moan builds in your throat until you can't contain it behind clenched teeth anymore. It reverberates against the walls of your living room, earning you an amused hum from the formidable male behind you.

Two of Taehyung’s digits rest snugly in you, reaching that sensitive spot deep within you with practiced ease. He teases you with tiny movements – letting his fingertips jump just the slightest against the rough patch of nerves deep inside of you, barely even moving, but it has you clawing at the carpet in need.

It is always like this with him, in all spheres of life – the faintest effort on his end turns you into a puddle at his feet. Always. He would smile at you once and you would dream about it for a month. Being in love is bad enough. Knowing it is hopeless and destined to doom is worse.

Your despairing thoughts are suddenly pushed away when you notice how his broad shadow swallows your body. It always makes your eyes glaze over with lust, the realization how every part of him is big enough to break you like a twig if he wants to, but he chooses not to. Delirious with desire, you push your ass back against his fingers.

“Oh, my desperate little bitch,” he rumbles affectionately, bending to press a kiss against your ass cheek. “Don’t try to rush me. This pussy deserves all my attention and care…”

Fuck, why does he have to sound so darn intoxicating all the time?

“Please… Please go harder…”

“Should I, baby?” He hums, finally moving his fingers. “You want it fast and rough? Won’t let me make a shrine of this gorgeous, delicious cunt?”

You almost preferred it when he was just teasing with his fingertips, because now his fingers are dragging halfway out of your cunt and then sliding back in, just shy of brushing against your sensitive spot that he knows the location of almost better than you do.

Sometimes it feels like Taehyung has a map of your body tattooed to his brain. The thought is not as comforting as it should be, because he always has you at his mercy with this power.

His words have your thighs shaking with effort, another, “please,” leaving you in a hushed whisper as your furrowed brows and squinted eyes focus on the fur of the carpet inches from your face.

“You really wanna come like this, little Omega? Won’t wait for my lips? My cock?”

He sounds amused again.

Oh God, you really shouldn't find his amusement arousing. He has you strung like a puppet and you somehow feel gratification in that? What the hell is wrong with you? You lean down to mush your face into the carpet in frustration.

"No… Want to please you, Alpha," you mumble into the fur. "Please just… use me. Please.”

A large hand canvasses one of your ass cheeks, smacking it playfully before he grabs a handful. “Look at my little bitch beg. I am using you, sweetheart. Using this juicy little pussy to get my fingers all nice and wet so that I can fuck it better with them.” He curls said fingers to push against your g-spot, and you moan into the carpet. “And then I’ll fuck you open with my cock.”

With that, he finally changes his lethargic pace to a fast, brutal one – pulling your most intimate parts open with his grip on your ass cheek while his fingers move in and out of you in a blur of a movement. You whine, scream and cry into the carpet, both your hands fisted in its fur next to your face while your hips stutter against the assault of his unfairly skilled fingers.

"Oh, you like that? Fuck, you sound so fucking sexy, baby," he groans, fingers fucking you thoroughly.

At one point, your upper body falls limp to the ground, Taehyung playing with you like you are his personal sex toy. Which you, in a way, very much are.

Your arousal gushes out of you with every perfectly aimed stroke of his fingers, and you wail, mouth wide open and eyes screwed shut against the coarse fur. You can feel yourself climbing the peak to your climax, but you know better to even think about trying to get to it without his command. And so you grit your teeth as tight as you shut your eyes, body stiffening a bit with your efforts of trying to keep your orgasm at bay.

“What’s this,” comes a gravelly murmur, Taehyung’s fingers dimpling your ass cheek obscenely. “Baby’s trying to hold herself back, huh? So soon?”

His low chuckles make your whole body thrum with renewed arousal, attempts at holding yourself in immediately rendered futile. And then he retracts his fingers from you, leaving your cunt to convulse around nothing.

“Alpha,” you whine, wiggling your ass in desperation, and earn a prompt spank to your ass cheek with his wet fingers.

“Stop being a slut,” he admonishes you, gripping at your waist to turn you on your back.

You look up at him through hazy eyes, taking his beautiful self in for the first time, tonight.

He looks as delicious as you thought he would. His black hair is combed away from his forehead, shapely eyebrows on full display. His soft brown eyes are coated with a golden layer of lust that they always wear when he has you beneath him, and his plump lips are red from his teeth constantly digging into them. He is kneeling between your legs in deep brown slacks and a white shirt that is rolled up to reveal the veins in his forearms. The expensive watch on his wrist looks sexier to you than it probably should, especially when you catch the wetness on the fingers of the same hand.

Your wetness. He had those fingers in you. Your gaze spans to his crotch, throat drying at the sight of the bulge you spot there. You’re going to have that thickness in you too, soon.

“Done?”

You look up to his face, blushing red when you find him smirking.

“You’re so gutsy for eye-fucking an Alpha the way you always do, you know?” he teases you, gripping the edge of your pajama top to roll it up your body. “One of the reasons why I can’t resist this pussy.”

The implication that he tries to resist doesn’t escape you. The reminder that he isn’t here because of you but just because your scent tempts him to do so, is like a slap across your face. You scramble to cover up the pain with arousal before he can sense it.

You don’t have to work hard, though, when he snakes both his arms beneath your shoulders, leaning over you to cover your body with his. His breathtaking eyes look into the depths of yours, making you fear for all the secrets you keep locked away in your heart.

“Climb,” he commands, and you immediately wrap both your legs around his waist and arms around his back.

He stands up with you clinging onto him like a Koala with laughable ease, squeezing your ass as he walks the two of you to your bedroom. Your chin rests against his sternum, mouth peppering light kisses over the expanse of his throat.

"Behave," comes his grunted admonishment, making you look up at him with round eyes.

"Did you not like that, Alpha?"

Taehyung looks at you from under his lashes, the fire in his gaze threatening to turn you into a bigger mess that you already are.

"It was distracting me," are his final words before he drops you onto your mattress, standing back to watch your body bounce, amused. "Cute."

Cheeks warm, you scramble into a sitting position, quickly rearranging your legs to kneel on the bed. Taehyung shakes his head, though, and you freeze.

"Lay back," he orders, beautiful fingers reaching up to unbutton his shirt.

Your heart thumps in your ears when the silk cloth slides off his broad shoulders. His toned, golden body beckons you to him – but you resist, arousal pooling on the bedsheet between your legs when Taehyung moves to stand next to the edge of the bed, in front of your exposed pussy.

Long, elegant fingers wrap around your thighs, digging in with his strength as he tugs – and you're pulled down the mattress to him, ass settled on the edge. Taehyung meets your eyes with his gaze gleaming golden, his wolf showing itself in his heightened lustful state.

You gulp when he quietly lowers to his knees, tongue licking at his lips, wide shoulders rolling back, built chest bulging. His eyes still look at you – look through you, to your soul.

And then his gaze moves to your bare center, the golden brightening in his eyes to an intensity that almost glows.

"Such a pretty, fucking pussy," he growls, your thighs quivering in his clenching hands. "Pink and wet and mine."

Your eyes flutter shut as the last of his words washes over you.

His. Yes, you are. Undeniably, irrevocably his.

But he isn't yours. At least, not in the ways you want him to be. Not outside of bed.

And maybe that should be enough. But sometimes it's not. Sometimes, the love you hold for him in your chest overwhelms you too much for that to be enough. God, you love him so much, so freaking much, you wish you could have him – all of him, in every way, all the time.

“Am I stressing you out?”

His hiss against your skin travels through your thigh to spread all over your body until your muscles lock up in fright. You scrunch your eyes shut, face twisting in a grimace. He sensed your shift in emotions.

“I—”

“Maybe,” Taehyung cuts you off, “I need to engage you better, hm?”

Your throat, your whole mouth runs dry, but you don’t even get the chance to collect your thoughts before a slapping sound echoes around you – along with a stinging sensation hitting your clit in full force.

Your mouth freezes in a silent scream, shocked gaze running down to the man between your legs. His plush lips tilt up in a smirk, molten gold eyes narrowed at you with his hand poised next to your thigh and palm turned towards your pussy. His fingers glisten with what must be your arousal.

“Look at this cunt soaking my hand when I slap it,” he mumbles almost affectionately, separating his fingers to show you how your slick sticks to them. “So perfect. My perfect little wolf.”

His praise fills you up with pride, making you want to do better – to please him until all his earlier stress leaves him.

As if to drive his observation home, his palm rears back and hits you again – a shriek of his name tearing out of your throat this time. Your clit throbs at the assault, becoming more sensitive and alert. You’re positive a single stroke of his finger through your walls can bring you to a blinding orgasm, right now. But you also know he isn’t going to allow you that just yet.

His perverse smile turns into a feral grin, upper lip peeling over his teeth. Pieces of dark hair fall over his forehead, hanging over his hooded eyes that stare at your sex as if it is a three-course meal.

He looks so dangerous.

You want him to ruin you.

Another slap over your pussy sends you rocking up the bed. Your eyes water and teeth bite into your lower lip, a muffled groan escaping you.

A rumble of, “what’s that?” is pressed into your knee as Taehyung plants a kiss there with his smirking lips.

Your whimpers tremble with the shakes of your head. Taehyung gives a hearty laugh, delivering one more slap to your cunt.

“Alpha!” you screech, back arching off the bed.

That one was painful. But so, so amazing. Tears trickle out of your eyes and travel down the sides of your face to seep into the bedsheets. Just as more arousal floods out of your pussy. God, why are you such a mess for him?

Taehyung, always attuned to your body, immediately deduces your pain, sinking to press his lips to your battered clit. Your body jumps at the contact, hypersensitive as it has become, but his soothing lips and tongue have you reacting a lot differently in no time.

His tongue licks into your entrance, massaging your walls just as his teeth drag against your outer lips and you quiver under his attention. His tongue ravishes your cunt, ploughing into you with a vigor before flicking at your clit, and then going back to your entrance – until he decides to wrap his lips around your sensitive nub, and suck.

Your neck is tossed back into the bed, breasts pushed up in air at the heavy onslaught of sensations, and your release closes in on you unannounced.

“Fuck fuck – Alpha! I can’t—can’t hold it—fuck!” You’re sobbing, now, and trying to think up ways of how your Alpha will punish you for coming without his permission, when he surprises you.

Leaning up from your cunt with a parting nip at your clit, he meets your blurred gaze with his lidded, sparkling golden one. “Come for me, then.”

That is all the command your body needs, walls clenching around nothing even before his mouth has gone back to press against your pussy. He brings in a finger to slide into your channel, and immediately, you trap it in your walls – screaming Taehyung’s name to high heavens as your release washes over you. Your body spasms, rocking against his finger for a while, and then falls slack in the bed.

Taehyung is naked and on your body, cupping your cheek when you manage to open your eyes again.

“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs to you, eyes a duller shade of gold now, the brown of his human self peeking through. “Can you take more?”

“Always,” you whisper, losing your mind over how handsome and delicious and big he looks hovering over you like this.

But then your gaze travels down his firm body to meet his length, fully hard and ready – so freaking beautiful, it is summoning you to have a taste. You coyly look into eyes that have taken on a questioning look.

“Can I… please have you in my mouth, Alpha?”

Taehyung’s jaw hinges, golden flooding back into his irises at a scary rate, before he mumbles curses and gets off your body to let you get to his throbbing length.

He is long and thick and so so hard. His girth is a trait owed to the species you belong to, but the length is solely him. You’ve been with guys that share the thickness of his cock – but the way his length comes up to be close to your forearm in size is something you haven’t ever experienced with another. And you don’t think you ever will.

You stare, transfixed, at the bead of precum on his tip. You roll your tongue and open your mouth to spit on it, watching as the globule mixes in with his arousal and trickles down the side of his veins.

With a moan, you wrap your mouth around him and slide down, lubricating him with your mouth. His groans meet your ears, erasing the ache your jaw initially felt at the spread.

Your mouth moves on his cock, diving deep to have him hit the back of your throat, before pulling back and sucking on his tip. Taehyung slowly cards the fingers of both his hands through your hair, gasping with every motion of your head.

“My precious little Omega with her perfect little mouth,” he grunts, sounding stifled and exerted, and your chest swells with pride.

His fingers wrap over your head to hold you in place soon enough, though, and hips start to drive into your throat at a rapidly increasing pace. You moan around him, eyes rolled to the back of your head. He goes hard and rough, and you desperately cling onto his legs to stop yourself from tilting off your balance.

One of your palms reaches for his heavy balls, fondling the twin sacs and squeezing lightly until you hear him hiss out a curse. You increase the pressure.

"Fuck!" Taehyung shouts, warning you, "I'm close… fuck, baby, I'll come soon…"

You have no intention of moving away, though.

You relax your throat as much as you can, never faltering in the motions of your hand. You gag a couple of times when he cuts off your air supply by choking you with the head of his cock down your throat, and he allows you a few seconds’ respite with shallow thrusts before going back to fucking your throat raw.

"Baby," he grunts, hand fisting in your hair. "I'm coming…"

With another couple of thrusts, he gives a muffled whisper of your name and unloads his release down your throat – pulsing and twitching in your mouth as you quickly work on gulping the bulk flooding there. You cough a bit when he pulls out, but swallow every last bit, wiping at your bottom lip with your thumb to catch a leaking drop and lick it.

“Fuck,” echoes his hiss before he knocks you flat against the bed with his kiss.

And then the two of you move in a loop – pleasuring each other till completion, separately, and then one time together. His cock eventually decides to leave your raw throat to nudge your pussy lips apart and drive home into your warmth that has been fluttering almost non-stop, tonight. You’re too far gone to hold onto any cohesive thoughts at this point, vision and senses getting muddled with exhaustion from all the juices you’ve released already.

Making true on his promise, Taehyung fucks you into the early hours of the morning, only letting you rest when you actually black out after a strong orgasm.

When you sleepily complain about the reports you couldn’t mail last night, Taehyung assures you he’ll talk to his brother – your boss – about letting you off the hook and maybe giving you a day off, too.

You don't know if he can or should – or even actually will – use his authority like that, but the fact that he wants to, makes your heart flutter. You think you fall a little more in love.

And then he cuddles you until you fall asleep, confusingly affectionate and caring, but you aren’t lucid enough to really analyze it. Your last waking thoughts revolve around the way your entwined fingers fit between his perfectly as you fall asleep with both your hands held in his.

"Her heat is coming up."

Taehyung pauses. "What?"

"You heard me." Jimin, his most trusted Beta and closest friend, rolls his eyes. "I am reminding you that if she asks me again, I'm not gonna say no to her this time."

Taehyung's blood boils in his veins. "No," he grunts, nostrils flaring and forehead creasing.

But Jimin, unbothered and unafraid, waves a dismissive hand in the Alpha’s general direction and goes back to scrolling on his phone.

"Save the aggression for the Pack. I wasn't asking for your permission, I was informing you."

Taehyung gets this uncontrollable urge to drive his fist through his best friend's face. "I'm your Alpha. I can—"

"—not command me to not help out an Omega without valid reasoning." Jimin raises a challenging eyebrow. "I will challenge you in Court and bribe Sehun to turn the Council's vote in my favor. You know I will."

All Taehyung can do is grit his teeth and clench his fists and mentally chant all the reasons why hurting Jimin in this situation will be massively counterproductive. It barely works, but he manages to rein in his violent instincts. Instead, he scowls at the other guy.

"Why the fuck do you have her calendar memorized, you creep?"

"I didn't have to name her for you to know who I'm talking about, and yet I'm the creep here, somehow."

"As if you talk to me about any other female?"

"Actually, I do." Jimin raises a finger up. "You just don't pay any attention when I'm talking about other females."

Wow, Taehyung really walked right into that one. While Jimin breaks into peals of high pitched laughter at the hilarity of this situation – which, mind you, Taehyung fails to see – he himself chooses to get off the couch and make his way to the kitchen.

Gripping the refrigerator's door, he frowns at himself. What the hell is going on with him? He used to have better control over himself, limiting his jealousy and general annoyance at other wolves being around you like a pro. He never used to be bothered by Jimin talking about you. What has changed?

He is quick to remind himself that Jimin has never before talked about helping you through your heat. But then, you have had other Betas do it for you over the years. It shouldn't bother him so much. Well, not more than the fact that you never try to ask him.

Extracting a cold bottle of water from himself, Taehyung figures he's partially to be blamed for your disinterest. He has staked such a blatant claim on your spare time, it should be understandable why you would want to steer clear of him whenever you can. You already see more of him than you want to. He would hate him, too, if he was in your position and was made to take care of his Alpha just because the Alpha had taken an interest in him.

Taehyung freezes.

Is that what he’s doing to you?

Fuck. He’s so horribly pathetic.

He reminds himself that there are also a couple of other issues an Omega needs to think of when asking for an Alpha’s help with their heat. Alphas tend to be the most possessive and territorial, and more often than not end up mating with the Omega they help through its heat. And he can come up with a laundry list of reasons why you would run in the other direction from that possibility.

You do not have it easy, in the least. Omegas are supposed to be special, what with their undying loyalty to their pack and the Alpha. But instead, their little to no sense of self preservation and the capability of making Alphas bend to their wiles by the scent of their sex actually makes them an easy target for abuse and disrespect. No one wants to marry an Omega, knowing they would have to ward off potential suitors all their life because even a mated Omega has a scent that attracts attention. Well, unless it is an Alpha they are mated to, because no one wants to mess with an Alpha’s mate unless they have a death wish.

Taehyung gulps down half the bottle of water to take the reins of his spiraling thoughts.

Literally everyone in his pack has been wanting him to choose a mate for nearly a year, now, with Jimin dropping hints that it could be you. Taehyung knows better than to follow that advice, but he is starting to wonder if should maybe take the rest of his pack more seriously before the Elders force him into a contractual marriage or some shit.

He kind of wishes the Moon Goddess actually designated mates to wolves, the way his ancestors used to believe she did. Mating would be a lot less of a headache if he lived in a world where his body was conditioned to be attracted to just one other individual. Yeah, it could go horribly bad if something happened to one half of the mated pair, but then, it isn’t that easy for mates to live without each other, anyway. He would know. He has seen his father live as a shell of himself after his mother died.

Sighing at his suddenly heavy thoughts, he walks back to the living room – to a sight that makes him do a double take.

You are sitting in the spot he just vacated, cuddled into Jimin’s side and giggling at something on his phone.

For a moment, Taehyung is convinced he is hallucinating. He didn’t hear you get here, couldn’t – can’t smell you, at all. He could have been distracted by his thoughts earlier, but what about now? He does something peculiar in the air, but it is not a scent he has ever associated with you.

He walks ahead, making up his mind to sit on the spot that he believes is most definitely still vacant and he has conjured you up, until—

You look up, meeting his gaze with your eyes crinkled at the corners.

His chest caves at the sight. You look so beautiful like this – more than you do naked, more than you do with your mouth full of his cock, more than you do with his seed on you. Your smile is radiating the kind of carefree happiness he has never seen on you, and it leaves him absolutely astounded how his heart starts to beat rapidly in his chest at the sight.

“Alpha!” you greet him formally, jumping to your feet to dip in a bow, before you grin at him as his friend. “Jimin was showing me pictures of his sister’s pups. They’re so cute! Have you met them, Tae?”

Taehyung is rooted to his place, senses overwhelmed by all these foreign scents he keeps encountering. Your attention is caught by a wail emerging from Jimin’s phone, and you bound back to the Beta’s side to coo at the screen.

Jimin meets Taehyung’s eyes with a concerned frown, to which he simply shakes his head.

How the heck does he explain himself, when he doesn’t even know what he’s feeling?

Making a split second decision, he grabs his running bag that all the wolves keep on the ready when they have to go for runs in their shifted forms, and slips on his shoes.

“I don’t feel very well,” he announces to the room as he heads for the door. “Gonna take a couple laps around the forest. See you two, later.”

“But you were fine just—” Jimin cuts himself off when Taehyung shoots him a sharp look over his shoulder. “Right.” The Beta clears his throat. “See you later.”

As he’s leaving the apartment, he finally smells something similar on you – worry.

And then it hits him.

The reason why he couldn’t recognize your scent was that he has never been around such a jovial you. You usually smell like lust or distress around him, nothing even remotely close to the unfettered happiness emanating from you in Jimin’s company.

Is there anything possibly worse than that? Maybe Jimin should take care of you through your heat. Maybe he should even mate you – you two loving, selfless souls certainly deserve each other. And this is, he realizes, why he was so bothered by Jimin contemplating saying yes to you if you asked. You two could very potentially fall in love, and it would be the greatest thing to happen to both you and Jimin.

Taehyung should be happy – what’s better than two of his closest friends getting together?

But every fiber in his being absolutely hates the prospect. His stomach violently lurches when he imagines you swollen with Jimin’s pups, and he has to pause at the edge of the forest to calm his breathing. If he shifts this enraged, he will end up going back to his apartment and claiming you as his mate. In his wolf form.

He drops his backpack to the floor, eyes looking skywards at the moon that is starting to show in the still pale blue sky.

“Why did you have to send such a perfect fucking Omega my way, huh?” he shouts at the Moon Goddess, tears stinging his eyes. “What the hell do I do with all these feelings when I’m the worst thing to happen to her? She’s such an angel… always welcoming me into her body for me to let my frustrations out… and I…”

He purses his lips to hold back his tears, throat feeling heavy with the ball lodged in there.

Well, what’s more to even say? He knows he is the most selfish fucker for still going back to you when he knows you only do what you do out of obligation for your Alpha. The fact that he has never smelt your happiness before today in all his five years of being lucky enough to have you as one of his closest friends is more evidence than he needs.

Taehyung laughs drily, hating himself like he’s never hated anything ever before.

"What the hell is going on with him?"

You're still staring at the door Taehyung just walked out of, confused beyond your wits.

Jimin looks at you for a few moments before moving his shoulders in a shrug. "He's been stressed lately. That's why I called you here in hopes of movie night to get him to relax, but…" He morosely gestures to the direction Taehyung took off into.

“Wait, stressed?” You frown.

“Yeah, he’s being rushed to find himself a mate, and stuff by the whole Council at the Court.”

You snort at Jimin's choice of words. "Mate? What is this, 1820? And what's new about that? He is being pressured ever since his father died and he assumed the throne."

“Okay, one – that's what the Elders call it," Jimin protests, even though he's laughing with you. "And two, the proposals are piling on and the Court is becoming impatient."

You gulp at the revelation. “Oh?”

“Yeah. The neighbors are going at it, left and right.”

“Why won't Tae accept any?” The question frames in your head and slips out of your mouth too quickly.

Jimin gives you a look of disbelief. "Are you that thick, or do you need me to validate what you already know?"

You have no darn clue what he's going on about. "Jimin. Quit riddling me."

"Ugh, for reals?" He groans, leaning back to hang off the side of the couch, upside-down.

"What!"

"It's been more than a year since his father's death, he's been looking for so long. But you can't find elsewhere what you already have, can you?"

You look away when he moves back into his previous sitting position and gives you a knowing look.

"I think he isn't looking for an Alpha at all, but an Omega. One in particular."

You roll your eyes at his subtlety. "We're just sleeping together, Jimin. I'm not delusioned into thinking there's more to it when there isn't."

"Oh, please," Jimin scoffs. "As if you don't reek of longing when you're around him. That dumbass just doesn't realize how much he wants—"

"Do not finish that thought," you grit out, teeth and fists clenched. "I'm done hoping for the impossible."

You earn another long look from Jimin followed by a scoff. "You cannot seriously believe he doesn't want you."

"I know he wants me." You raise a hand up when Jimin opens his mouth. "In his bed. But the selection of the Queen cannot be solely based on what he – or anyone, in fact – wants. It should be about what's good for Tae. For the Pack. The Queen needs to suit the throne, not be sexually compatible with the Alpha. Who wouldn't be sexually compatible with an Alpha, anyway?"

An elongated groan is released from Jimin's lungs. "You're talking like one of the Elders, I hate it."

"I'm just being mature."

"And whom does your maturity deem suited for the throne, then? Some snobby Alpha bitch?"

You wince at Jimin's choice of adjective, but then very slowly shake your head. He looks at you with interest.

"Who else, then?"

You exhale, immediately thinking about Kira, one of your closest friends in the world and a Beta from your Pack. She’s so perfect to be Taehyung's Queen, it almost hurts thinking about it.

"A respectable, stable Beta. One that would listen to him and not challenge his authority, but also be smart enough to make her own decisions when need be."

"And that would be, who? Some Beta?" Jimin looks disgusted when he looks at you again.

"Well it won't be me. And I think it's better if we don't bring up the possibility anymore, too, please."

"What? I was actually thinking you should ask him to be with you through your heat."

You blink at him. "And why the heck would I do that?"

"To signal to him that you're interested in him, too, and don't just let him fuck you you out of obligation."

Your mouth parts in surprise. "Obligation? This is the twenty-first century, Jimin. Why would Tae think I'd do anything out of obligation?"

"He's an idiot, babe, you know that," Jimin reminds you with a wry smile. “What’s the harm, anyway? You’re yet to make a request, right? Request for Tae.”

"I don't wanna make a fool of myself if he rejects me, Jimin. Which he might." You tuck your legs in, curling into yourself. "And you know what it's like for an Alpha to help an Omega through their Heat. I don't want Tae to be coerced into mating with me. I'd never be able to forgive myself."

"Coerced." Jimin gives you an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "God, babe, you're so dramatic! Emotions do not happen by magic, you know that. Hormones or pheromones cannot create urges that aren't there. All they do is heighten them – take off the filter and let you live out what your instincts demand."

Jimin has you speechless by his rapid fire spray of facts.

But just because you do not have a response for him doesn't mean this is enough for you to change your mind. You can't think of anything worse than having Taehyung despise you because your scent persuaded him into mating with you and now he's been manipulated into a lifetime bond he didn't ever want.

Your heart aches at the imagery.

Your concentration breaks when a message pings somewhere close by. You turn to look at the phone kept on the table next to you.

"This is Tae's phone, right?"

A message flashes on the screen, making you invade Taehyung's privacy unwittingly.

Yoona Tae-bear! Heard you're looking for a Queen? Why go looking when you have your best friend, right here? (; I'm coming to see you tomorrow xx

"Ugh, you stink of heartbreak, what is it?"

You hand the device over to Jimin.

"Oh."

"She's his childhood friend, right?"

"I… yeah."

Taehyung is going to say yes to her. There’s no reason for him not to.

You nod to yourself. "Okay. That's, uh. That's good for him, I guess."

"Hey, babe—"

"I'm fine."

And you are. You knew this would happen – you wanted this to happen. Sure, it stings a bit, knowing the love of your life is going to be with someone else. But you'll get over it because you know all the reasons why you’re bad for him.

"Get me a glass of water, be hospitable," you grumble, nudging at Jimin's thigh with your toe. "And show me more of Unni's pups. I wanna smile."

"Wow, using me as a butler and my nieces and nephews as clowns. Nice." Jimin makes a face, even as he stands up.

He pauses to stretch his arms above his head, and—

His gorgeous back muscles and sculpted Adonis’ belt peek at you. You immediately look away in embarrassment. Jimin cackles at your reaction.

"God, babe, you're allowed to look and be horny, it's fine!"

"No. My heat hits the day after tomorrow, I'm in pre-heat, it's fucking with my pheromones," you grumble, earning a loud gasp from the dramatic Beta.

"Did you just curse?"

You moan in irritation when he pokes his head into your line of sight, too close for comfort. "Can you not? You know you're handsome and tempting as hell, but I'd very much not like to climb you up like a scratching pole. Not when my heart feels so heavy."

Jimin gives a thoughtful hum. "You know. You can spend your heat with me if you'd like."

Your eyes cut to his sharply. "Didn't you ruthlessly reject my request last year?"

"That was when I thought you and Tae would have a chance."

You swallow. "And you… don't think so anymore?"

"Well, didn't we just have that conversation? You're not gonna say yes to him, he's probably gonna say yes to Yoona. So where does that leave you?"

You pause, actually considering his words. They do kind of make sense. You don't reckon you have any more business left with Taehyung if he has a bride. Which he is very likely to, now. And Jimin is a good, trustworthy friend of yours that you have complete faith in to help you through your heat with more care than you'd ask for.

"Babe. I'm just saying. If you want to close the Tae chapter of your life forever, I'd be more than willing to help." Jimin gives you a serious look. "Okay?"

Close the Tae chapter of your life? Forever? Do you want to?

No.

But do you need to? When he's obviously close to finally finding a partner and obviously getting confused by your pheromones? Should you?

Yes.

You inhale deeply, looking into Jimin's friendly eyes, and exhale.

"Okay."

It is needless to say that when Taehyung saw the text he received from one of his best friends – who also happens to be an Alpha of a pack, close by – he didn't expect she was being serious.

He stares, jaw slacked, at the female's placid smile.

"Yoona, I—"

"You said you were in a rush, right? I don't see a better alternative."

And although it does make practical sense what she's saying, Taehyung doesn't like it. Not one bit.

"Yoona, we've been friends for so long," he tries to placate her. "Wouldn't it be… awkward?"

Her face is so calm, it's almost scary. "Absolutely not. I think that would make things all the more better, in fact."

Taehyung cannot wrap his head around this. Why does he feel so disgusted thinking about marrying her? It is the right choice to make. They are friends, she has a pack that shares borders with his, so they won’t have to work too hard to take care of their combined packs’ boundaries.

So then why does his heart hurt and stomach twist when he thinks of spending his life by Yoona’s side?

He closes his eyes to calm his spiraling thoughts – only to have himself immediately invaded with the images of a smiling face that he longs to see. A pair of arms he wishes to have wrapped around him.

A hand he wishes to hold.

An Omega he wants to claim as his and belong to – not just use her for her body.

He wants you.

Oh shit.

“Yoona, listen—”

Jimin chooses that exact moment to loudly walk into the living room, Taehyung being too distracted by his thoughts to have sensed him in advance. The Beta tosses a suspicious glance at Yoona and then subtly arches his brows at Taehyung.

"Oh! Beta Jimin, is it?" Yoona is quick to greet, standing up and quickly folding into a bow.

Jimin does respond with a smile, but the wariness in his demeanor and the scent of discomfort wafting off him is enough for Taehyung to discern that he doesn't like the situation he is witnessing. And that he knows more about it than Taehyung thinks.

"You can take your time to decide, Tae," Yoona addresses him, getting up to take her leave. "I'm in no hurry." She pauses, a friendly smile that somehow looks calculated painted across her face. "But you are."

Jimin doesn't even wait for her to be out of earshot before he's jumping on the case.

"I swear to Moon Goddess, Tae, if you don't say no to her right now—"

"I will!" Taehyung exclaims, bile rising up his throat at the very prospect. "I think…"

A pair of kind, warm eyes. A warmer body. Tinkling laugh. Searing touches. Eyes full of passion that he wants to want him back. Needs to.

"I think I know where my heart is, Jimin…"

Jimin gives a loud sigh. "Oh fucking finally! Do you know how stressful it has been? I even tried to make you jealous by telling you I'd accept her request, but it took Yoona for you to realize! How are you so fucking dumb, Tae? I’d hate you if you weren’t my best friend!" Jimin breathes heavily after his raging rant. "Congratulations. It only took you more than five years to admit what I saw from the first day. Ten, if we count from the day you two first met."

Taehyung nibbles on his bottom lip. "But does she even want me?"

Jimin gives a pained groan, fumes of frustration rising from him.

"She's been crying that she isn't good enough for you. She almost agreed to spend her heat with me just so that you can live your life in peace. You're an absolute idiot if you're still confused about her feelings, Tae."

Well. Taehyung doesn't want to be an idiot anymore.

“We’re gonna have to talk about you calling me dumb and an idiot in less than two minutes, sometime, Park Jimin…”

On your way to filing a request for Taehyung to be your partner for Heat at the Court, you receive two very cryptic messages from Jimin.

Tae rejected Yoona 👀 Remember what we discussed? Make your official request ASAP and make things easier for him 👀

For a moment, you stop at the side of the road as your head reels. What does he want you to do again?

But then you start to understand.

Taehyung is getting confused about Yoona because of you. Again. Faltering in making decisions that are right for him, yet again. Curse your captivating pheromones.

You understand what Jimin is hinting at. You shouldn’t confuse Taehyung further by asking him to be near you when all the chemicals in your body are at an all time high drive. The thing Jimin said about signaling your interest to Taehyung is obviously a moot point, now.

You need to submit a request for Jimin.

You pace up to the Court compound, walking down to the concerned department that is flooded with wolves in pre-heat all around the year. You make your way into the line and then to the front desk where a bored looking Beta asks you to fill the digital form on the tab placed before you.

Your hands tremble only slightly when you enter Jimin’s name.

The clerk tells you you’ll receive your confirmation from the party concerned within two hours.

But you have barely even made it to your home, hardly taking fifteen minutes, when your phone rings with Jimin’s call.

With a chuckle, you put the device to your ear – only to pull it back when Jimin’s screech threatens to deafen you.

“What the hell?” you yelp, putting the phone on speaker.

“Have you lost your mind? What the hell did you do? Even after I texted you? I swear to fucking Moon Goddess, I will haunt your ass if he kills me before—”

“Woah, woah, Jimin,” you interrupt his enraged shouting. “Slow down. What did I do?”

You hear him take a breath and use that moment to quickly unlock your apartment and get in.

“You put in my name. Why the fuck?”

You pause in the act of pouring yourself a glass of water. “Because… that is what your text said?”

“What? Where? I literally asked you to make things easy for Tae! How does this do that?”

“Well, you told me he rejected Yoona’s—”

“Exactly! And? I even asked you if you remembered what we discussed!”

“Yes, and we discussed that you’d help me close the Tae-chapter in my life!”

“I—well, yes, but I was talking about the reassuring Tae you weren’t sleeping with him out of obligation thingy!”

“What? And how the heck was I supposed to figure that out? Your messages were confusing! Especially with those emotes!”

“Oh, God, this is a mess,” Jimin bemoans. “Look. Tae’s on his way to the Court to overrule your request with his, and then he’s coming to your place with an overnight bag.”

“Wait, what? Overrule?” You slump into your couch, aghast. “He can do that?”

“He’s the… King? Also, he can do that if he admits to the Council that he’s committing to pursuing you as a potential partner for him.”

Your brain refuses to believe that Taehyung would go to such lengths. You sulk, pushing your lower lip out in a pout.

“The system sounds corrupted.”

“Yeah? We live in fucking monarchy, what else did you expect?” Jimin snorts. “Now stop chit-chatting with me and prepare for his rage. Oh, wait.” He sniggers like the nuisance he is. “You already have practice.”

“Shut up, Jimin.” You roll your eyes and disconnect the call.

And just that second, a key aggressively turns in your lock.

You stand up with a gasp of fear. How the heck did he get here so fast? Did he turn on the way or something?

He probably did.

Your feet are still cemented to the ground when Taehyung bursts through the front door in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, and eyebrows drawn down tight over narrowed eyes that are bleeding into golden, just as his lips purse into an unimpressed line. He looks really hot and your messy, pre-heat hormones make you want to pounce him despite the fury rolling off him in waves.

“Hey…” you try, fading off when he raises an unamused eyebrow at you.

“Jimin. Really?”

His voice is thick and deep, and with the way he smells of barely controlled anger but also barely concealed lust – you’re holding back from jumping him with great difficulty. Your pussy clenches regardless of your efforts.

“I just…” You trail off when he clicks his tongue.

“Did you really think I would let him do it without putting up a fight?”

You gulp. “Honestly? Yes. I didn’t think you would mind at all… And you shouldn’t, Tae.” You look at him through a pained gaze. “This isn’t good for…”

You’re forced to trail off again when he suddenly stalks up to you and cups your face between his palms. His eyes are wild as they search yours, breath coming out in small puffs that wash over your face.

“Before we spiral into another chain of overthinking or miscommunication or misunderstanding, I want to tell you something,” he quickly says with deep, earnest eyes.

You hold your breath. “Yeah?”

Taehyung breathes in and holds it. You watch multiple emotions dance across his face – from fear and nervousness to anxiousness and worry, until he finally settles on determination.

“I’m in love with you,” he exhales, shoulders relaxing as if he’s getting a weight off of them.

And maybe he is, because what did he just say?

You stumble a few steps back, stunned and speechless at the fact that Taehyung would actually say it out loud to you – that, what you have felt for him for a decade now; that, what you never could say to him in fear of getting your heart crushed; that, what you have longed to hear from him for so so long.

He really said it so easily.

It is obvious that Taehyung takes your shocked silence as your answer with the way horror washes over his face. When his eyes start to cloud over with hurt and his scent morphs into one of pain, your heart pushes you to stop it in place.

“Tae,” you whisper, scared out of your mind, but also thrilled that you finally get to be honest with him, “I’m in love with you, too.”

His face lifts. “You do?”

You barely get the chance to nod, let alone admire the way his lips push his cheeks up into cute little buns with his wide smile, before he’s on you – your back meets the wall with the force of his kiss. He doesn’t waste time consuming your mouth, gripping your face with both his hands. Your legs take leverage from the wall behind you to hitch over his waist, and with one of his hands supporting one of your thighs, you lock them in place around him, firmly. His hardening length presses up pleasantly against your core, making you press down on it more firmly.

Taehyung lets go of your bitten lips with a heaved breath, wrapping his arms around your back to carry you to the closest flat surface – that so happens to be the kitchen island just next to you.

Your dress is torn off you within seconds, Taehyung’s warm mouth travelling over every part of your body with a frantic passion, hands tearing through your undergarments until he has you fully naked under him. Your eyes become unfocused, brain foggy with the scent of his arousal choking your windpipe with his lips attached to your chest and your hands pulling at his shirt. His teeth mark a path down to the tips of your breasts, the flat of his tongue licking at your nipple before his mouth encloses over it.

“Fuck fuck — Tae!”

He growls a warning into your flesh. You shudder.

“Alpha," you correct. "My alpha.”

Pleased, gleaming eyes look up at you from his position at your tits, and your back arches at the provocative sight, pushing the mound further against his face. He switches sides, sucking the other bud roughly against the roof of his mouth, and cups the undersides of your thighs to draw you tight against his swollen member.

With a moan pulled out of your throat as his teeth dig into your areola, you manage to cause a rip in Taehyung’s shirt. You tug at the opening in the fabric hard to separate it from his body.

“Fuck,” he seethes into your skin, delivering a punishing nip to the top of your breast. “You just love acting fierce and bratty, don’t you?”

You swallow, huge eyes looking at him. “No, Alpha.”

Your actions contradict you wholly when you still pull at the scrap of fabric that hangs off his shoulder. He chortles at that, but allows you relief by freeing himself of the offending pieces of cloth that hindered both the pleasing sight and his skin's warmth. Just as his buff chest is revealed in its full glory, you immediately reach forward with a hand to wrap around his neck and bring his body down over yours.

And just as your skins meet – delicious, heated weight of him plastering you to the cold kitchen counter – a spark originates in the pit of your stomach. Not the usual heat of arousal that Taehyung stirs in you, no, it’s…

Something stronger.

Taehyung chooses that exact moment to bury his face in your neck, rubbing his nose along your mating gland. He licks at it, coating you in his saliva and dousing you in his scent. You realize he is Scenting you.

No sane thought remains after that.

"Alpha," you murmur, eyes closed and mind blank. "My alpha…"

“Yes, my little Omega. You smell so sweet and so fucking ripe, do you know?”

His rough voice seems to scratch directly against the walls of your pussy, a throb spreading all over your body that makes you shiver uncontrollably under him. Warmth starts to accumulate under your skin, dousing you in sudden sweat.

The spark in the pit of your stomach is suddenly an inferno and you’re burning.

Wait, burning?

Oh.

“Tae,” your voice comes out in a ghostly wisp, vision blurred when you open your eyes, unable to focus on him.

But Taehyung stiffens over you all the same. And then you realize you don't need to tell him for him to know.

When he meets your gaze, his pupils have shrunken to dots and his wolf’s golden has swallowed his natural brown irises.

“I thought your heat wasn’t until tomorrow?”

He sounds like he’s straining to hold back and so strongly smells of sex, that you're distracted from his words completely. Like a bitch in heat, which you now are, you grab his face and practically smash it down on yours, attacking his lips with a passionate clash of teeth and tongue.

His moans alert you of something, but you’re too far lost in his scent of pure Alpha to form a coherent thought that doesn’t involve having his cock in you. Your hands map a path over his back, nails that are just shy of turning into claws by the intensity of your arousal dig into his delicious flesh. More hungry for him than you’ve ever been for someone in your life, you latch your teeth onto his lower lip and suck like you would die without the taste. Your heated and dripping core is met by what you know to be the best cock you’ve ever been filled with and you push against it crazily, desperately, trying to get at least some friction over your clit.

But then your journey to nirvana is interrupted with a growl that has all the hair on your body standing on end.

It isn’t a human sound – it’s Taehyung’s wolf, the Alpha, calling out to discipline you. All your limbs fall off him like a puppet with its strings cut.

You look up into pools of aureate that glare at you. You gulp.

“What a greedy little bitch,” comes another nearly inhuman growl through his gritted teeth, a large palm coming down with a slap against your tit.

A keen leaves you at the sparks that light up your body at the contact. “Alpha… please…”

“You will take what your Alpha gives you and only take that. Understood?” he snarls, his body visibly tense – in anger or restrained lust, your haywire senses can’t tell past the essence of his wolf you're drowning in.

You still tremble. “Y–yes, Alpha.”

He grips both your wrists and pulls them above your head. You gasp, arching up into his body like a taut bowstring when he leans into you to lick a path up your collarbone to the back of your ear, stuffing his nose there to draw in a deep inhale.

He lets out a sound that is a mix between a human wail and a wolf’s cry, “God, you smell so fucking good, baby… I wanna fuck you full of my cum…"

Your pussy clenches. You want – need him to fuck you until you pass out and then paint your insides and outsides with his cum. You feel like you’d die if he didn’t.

“Please,” you brokenly beg him, writhing in his grip, but he doesn’t relent.

More kisses are pressed to your searing flesh, travelling down your body. Even the brush of Taehyung’s hair against your sweaty skin makes you release a pool of arousal, walls clenching around nothing painfully.

“Fuck fuck – it hurts, please, baby,” you plead, now crying with tears wetting your entire face. “Do something…”

Taehyung pauses immediately and leans up to look at you. You meet his hungry eyes very briefly before yours screw shut with another painful spasm of your empty cunt. With his heated glare cutting through your skin, he brings his free hand to roughly cup your pussy. A groan leaves both of you at the same time, yours lengthening into a sob when two of his fingers glide through your cunt to stuff you full.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he pants above you, sounding as fucked out as you feel. “Dripping so much, you sucked me right in, shit.”

All you can do is cry in agreement, allowing him to fuck you open with his fingers thrusting through your slippery entrance. You can feel your wetness trail down to your ass-cheeks, leaking out of you unstoppably with Taehyung’s ruthlessly pounding fingers.

“You’re clenching already, baby, shit,” whining, he leans down to suck bruises into your neck and collarbones.

And you are. In three more strokes, your pussy flutters around his fingers in an orgasm that levitates you all the up to the clouds. For a few moments, everything around you fades away – the nearly painful arousal caused by your heat, the overwhelming burn of your skin, even your Alpha’s presence recedes from your mind. Only relief and release cuddles you in its embrace.

Until it wanes and the ache is back.

Whimpering, you open your eyes to a feral Taehyung. “Tae… More… Give me more…”

He curses under his breath and then captures your lips in a kiss. When his hips push against yours, you’re immensely pleased to find him ridden of his remaining clothes.

His fingers toy with your battered pussy, flicking at your swollen clit. “I’m gonna fuck this cunt senseless," he murmurs into your mouth. "Tear you apart with my cock. Fill you to brim with my seed, mark you, breed you until you know you're mine. Until everyone knows you're mine."

You shake beneath him like a leaf, mindlessly nodding at everything he says.

"You want that, little Omega? Want me to make you mine?”

As soon as his lips detach from yours, you scream out your affirmation, "please! Please, Tae, fuck – I need you! Fill me up, please!"

Strong arms slide around your waist to lift you off the counter and place you face-down on it. Your cheek and tits and stomach press against the cool marble, Taehyung’s grip on your waist tight as he holds your ass against his hips.

His thick, bulbous head pushes against your slit, a snug fit despite your crazily elevated state of arousal. He eases himself in slowly despite all the wiggling around you do. When you try to buck against him, a spank lands on one of your butt-cheeks, a lewd moan escaping you at the sting.

“Do you want me to stop?” comes a harsh snarl.

He just knows how to wrap you around his little finger.

“S–sorry,” you gasp. “Please don’t stop, Alpha…”

Taehyung slides the rest of the way in, in one stroke, familiar enough with your body to know you never require him to pause and adjust, and immediately begins pounding into you savagely. He hits you where you need him to right with the first thrust, propelling you towards an impossibly quick orgasm in your sensitive state.

“Tae… I’m gonna…”

“So soon?” he pants into the back of your neck, planting a wet kiss to your shoulder blade. “Come, baby, let it go. You’ll feel better…”

Your body strung up in the throes of pleasure and your heart warmed with love for him, your climax makes you see stars. Like it happened with the previous one, your brain is cleared of any thoughts but immense relief for a few extended moments, until you crash back with your senses even more magnified than before.

Taehyung fucks you through your orgasm, your walls stretched obscenely over his fat cock. Every stroke hits home with practized precision – so darn perfect, as if his cock was meant for you.

He shares your sentiment with his groaned, “this pussy was meant for me, fuck – wanna fuck you forever, baby…”

God, you want him to fuck you forever, too. But your brain won’t let your mouth string that thought into a decipherable sentence, half-formed shouts of his name being the only sound that escapes you.

Your nipples hurt with the friction they are subjected to against the kitchen counter, and your wince catches Taehyung’s attention. He slows his brutal pace to loop an arm around your stomach, pulling you down on his cock and away from the marble.

You deliriously smile at his thoughtful action. “I love you so much, Tae…”

His thrusts suddenly turn wild. “Fuck fuck fuck – my little baby, I love you too. I love you so fucking much, you have no idea how much…”

Being pushed and pulled every which way, you are fully lost to the sounds, the feel and the smell of him – barely registering his other hand fondling your tit and sliding down to your messy center until you feel pressure of his fingers on your clit. You’re so high strung, you can come untouched just by breathing him in. And so his motions make you immediately plummet into a series of orgasms – your cunt grips him tight, unwilling to let go as your body trembles with the force of your completion. Then before you can come back from your trip to heaven, another orgasm carries you away again.

“You’re… doing so well, baby,” Taehyung whispers praises to you. “My best girl – my perfect little Omega bitch… I love you, my baby…”

You stay suspended among the clouds as three consecutive releases wash over you, one on top of the other. Taehyung’s words fill you up with happiness and satisfaction, but your body cannot even muster enough energy to even allow you a smile. Overstimulated and close to death because of how exhausted you feel, you tap the counter with a hand to draw Taehyung’s attention.

“Hand… too much…” you choke out.

His fingers disappear from your clit, coming up to brush hair away from your face to press a kiss to your cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s okay… that was important,” he soothes you between his own broken breaths, hips losing rhythm in their pursuit of completion. “You can’t take my knot… without loosening up properly, baby… Relax… It’s okay.”

With a feral growl, he buries himself to the hilt and releases into you. Warmth meets your walls with his seed painting your cunt like he owns it… which he does. Now instead of pulling out of you like he normally would at this time, he instead freezes on top of you.

And then you feel it – the thickening of his base. Fear starts to coat your emotions, immediately alerting Taehyung.

“Don’t worry, my strong baby can take it,” he tells you with such confidence that you instantly believe him.

He still keeps swelling, though, reaching a point where it feels like he really is about to tear you apart like he said he would. But then he thankfully stops, held in place with his thick knot plugging your slit.

A shuddered breath is wiped out of you, tailed by a whimper of pain.

Taehyung presses his cheek against your back, planting soft kisses along your skin to comfort you. “You can do this, my baby. My little Omega – so gorgeous and strong and mine… Look at you taking everything I give you.”

His praise helps, calming your heartbeat down a bit, but the extended minutes that his knot stays in you are spent with no movement other than Taehyung’s brushed kisses against your skin.

When he starts to shrink back to his size again, you finally heave a breath of relief. But along with that seeps in pride – you successfully took his knot.

Taehyung pulls out of you very slowly, quick to turn you over and hug you to his chest when he’s untangled from your body.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You press your face to his skin, your head swimming. “I… a little weak?”

Taehyung gives a chuckle, picking you up and cuddling to his body to bring you to your bedroom. He sits on your bed with you still in his lap.

“Hi,” you shyly mumble to his flushed face and sparkling eyes.

He presses the back of his hand to your neck. “Temperature's better. I think you can take a break."

“Yeah.”

A bar of chocolate is produced in front of your face. You give a surprised chuckle; you have no idea where or when he got this.

Taehyung laughs at your hanging jaw, breaking apart a cube to slip it into your mouth. You chew on it with a bashful grin, feeling your eyes open wider and thoughts arranging themselves better as some energy is restored in your body.

“Better?"

You enthusiastically nod your agreement.

Taehyung's face morphs from amusement to a peaceful smile. Still in both of your naked glory, he reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips to press a delicate kiss against it.

His eyes are now completely brown, and full of immense softness and love. You inhale deeply, almost cooing at the scent of adoration he gives off.

He says your name in a tender, questioning voice.

"Yes, Tae?" you ask him in response, smiling when he does.

“I want to marry you. Will you be my Queen?”

You choke on your chocolate.

Taehyung pats your back, softly chuckling. “Are you really that surprised?”

You shouldn’t be, because the implication was there, in all that happened between you two today. But hearing the words makes it realer.

“Tae…”

“Hm?”

His eyes are kind and relaxed when they look at you, lips tugged up in a small, loving smile.

“I don’t know if I’m fit for the throne…”

He gives a sigh, not looking exactly disappointed but more like if he was expecting this but also hoping you won’t say it.

“You absolutely are. Whatever makes you doubt yourself, baby?”

You snuggle closer into him, unbothered by the sweat on your bodies or the stickiness between your thighs from spillage of both of your combined releases from your core.

“I’m an Omega, Tae,” you remind him, tilting your head to maintain eye-contact with him. “Being with an Omega is an extreme amount of headache in itself. Add to that the Queen part…” You sigh. “No one will take me seriously.”

Taehyung’s forehead creases. “Yes, they will. Everyone will take you seriously, they’ll have to. And about being with an Omega… I’m the Alpha of the pack, baby. The King. You have nothing to worry about.”

“But you do,” you retort with glum eyes. “What if I can’t handle the responsibilities, the spotlight, the expectations? They’ll charge at you, Tae.”

“Well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and you swoon – both, at the gesture and at the sudden pet name, “if you could handle me in all my moods, always aiming to please and taking care of me when I needed you to… you’ll handle the throne just fine.”

You roll your eyes at his joke, pushing at his chest. “Come on…”

“Hey, I’m being serious.” He takes your hands in his. “I have been in love with you for longer than I want to admit because it’s kinda pathetic.”

You giggle, overjoyed and bursting with adoration at his bashful expressions.

“And now that I know that you want me too, I would like to spend the rest of my life by your side.” He stares into your eyes. “I won’t compel you to make a decision, because I know it is a big one… but I want you to know that you’ll be okay – that we’ll be okay, if you say yes. The pack will accept you and love you as their Queen. I will cherish you as my wife, till my last breath.”

You don’t even realize when you start crying, only becoming aware of the tears on your cheeks when Taehyung wipes them away.

“Think about it, okay? We can discuss everything in more detail… later.” He suddenly smirks, pulling you close enough to breathe your air. “Right now… let’s sort your heat out first.”

His words travel straight to your pussy, starting your engine up again when he tosses you on the bed beneath his body.

And when his lips move against yours with all the tenderness and love in the world, you begin to feel like making a decision might not end up being that difficult, after all.

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lust royale [m] ● knj

❥ Title | Lust Royale

❥ Pairings | Namjoon x female reader (feat. Jimin)

⤑ Genre | Royal Guard!Namjoon, Princess!reader, Royalty!au, Smut, Angst

⤑ Summary | He is a walking temptation, even if he would often argue that you are his. Both of you have known that what you share together is nothing more but an act of sin. But who are you to deny the pull, or the way he ignites the desire within you which would only lay dormant if not for his touch? And he would be a fool to deny you the same, even if he has to watch you walk down the aisle and exchange vows to another man right the next day.

⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⤑ Warnings | Dom!Namjoon, Sub!reader, brat!reader, infidelity, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, name calling, Namjoon has a perverse kink to shave the reader (yes, that’s a thing), power play, jealousy, size kink, fingering (female receiver), oral sex (female receiver), clit play, nipple play, breast play, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, sensory play, voyeurism, orgasm control, multiple orgasm, praise kink, aftercare.

⤑ Word count | 8k words

❂ Fall For Romance

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: Salted Caramel Ice Cream (Unrequited Love AU)

⤐ Themes: Forbidden Romance, Royalty

⤐ Kinks: Sensory Play, Spanking, Nipple Play, Fingering, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial/Control, Multiple Orgasm, Overstimulation, Size Kink

There is a special place in hell for someone like you.

A place where only the wicked and evil, where cheaters and smugglers are all locked in and punished together.

But you would still rather take it and risk it all, because you can never resist choosing the flames of carnal desire that makes you feel more alive over the cold and bitter and lonely life of a loveless marriage.

Tonight, you have chosen to let the curtains on your massive windows open, refusing to deny yourself the sight of the beautiful night sky. Without any lights in your bedroom, the moonlight’s shine takes over. Its light gives life into your bedroom as it shines through the window, illuminating your empty bed and the wedding dress hanging on the other side of the room.

You don’t quite understand why you had refused to allow the servants to secure the dress in your wardrobe before they left you for the night. Perhaps your wicked soul is some sort of a masochist after all, as it seems to have the desire for punishment. Because while the wedding dress looks lovely, a masterpiece which had been crafted specifically for your special day, it also serves as a mockery, a reminder that keeps taunting you about the life that could have been. And nobody would understand this because you are the only one who can see it in its true form, to be able to look at it as what it truly is—a shackle that will forever bind and imprison you in the future life of the King’s wife.

Sitting at the foot of your bed with nothing but silence as your company, you listen to the small sounds coming from the palace. The creaks on the floor, the soft shifts from the old walls which you—as a little girl growing up in this place—used to believe as the sound of the palace breathing, and then of course, there is also the smooth note of the cold autumn breeze flowing outside of the palace and knocking on your bedroom window.

But the sound that catches your attention and becomes the loudest to your ears is the steady thrums of your heartbeat. The thuds rising slowly, getting louder and louder before you open your eyes to realise that the steady thumps are coming from outside of your bedroom instead of from inside your heaving chest. You follow the sound, focusing on it for a moment until it stops right outside of your bedroom door.

Moments later, you watch as the door slowly opens, allowing a dark figure to enter. You keep your eyes on him the whole time as he steps into your bedroom, pushing the door closed behind him without making so much of a noise. Though the sound of the locks clicking in place which comes seconds later becomes a bit too loud against the silence, echoing against the walls and snapping the tight coil in your chest as if it becomes the sign of your fate being sealed.

Tension begins to rise as he slowly walks to the center of the room, stopping right under the moonlight coming through the window to allow you to see his face.

“Your Highness,” he greets you softly with his voice so deep that you can feel it rumbling inside your core. It knocks the air right out of your chest, forcing you to take a deep breath before finding your voice again.

“You’re late, General,” you chastise him. Yet your voice comes out airy, making it seem pointless to act as if you still hold the control. Even though both of you know perfectly well who is in complete control tonight.

“General,” he scoffs, clearly having been able to see right through your act. His eyes find your wedding dress on the wall and his gaze instantly changes. His eyes darken with despise and jealousy before he turns to look at you and the fire in his gaze transforms into another.

With those dark eyes still on you, he reaches down to his sword, pulling and undoing the belt which binds the weapon to his hips while growling deeply, “I have finished my duty.” With one firm tug, the belt snaps and the sword falls on the floor with an echoing thud. He reaches up, snapping his cloak and armoury lose until they all fall on the ground before taking a few steps closer. “And I am done with my role.”

He stops just a few steps away, his presence fills the room until you can feel his heat, feel your breath getting constricted as if he has taken the air from you. “Now, say it again, Your Highness,” he says with his deep voice, while his piercing dark eyes seem to have left you completely entranced that you simply cannot look away, leaving you powerless when he whispers, “How must you address me?”

A deep sigh slips out of you when you let go of all the pretence, giving in to the rush of heat that is beginning to rise and burn inside you as you give up all control.

“Namjoon,” you breathe out, before you soften your voice and regard him to who he truly is, “Master.”

A smile forms on his beautiful face, which looks even more magical with the moonlight falling perfectly on him, the lights accentuating all the perfect lines on his face that you are left completely enthralled and motionless while he stalks closer until he is standing right before you. He stands so tall while you are still sitting down that you are forced to crane your neck to look at him. Yet he still touches your chin to tilt your face up, guiding you to meet his eyes as he whispers, “Good girl. Now undress for me.”

Your body shudders under his command, but Namjoon pulls his hand back before you have a chance to revel in the sensation that he ignites on your body. The loss of his touch instantly makes you feel cold, though your body still moves obediently under his spell, rising slowly from your bed just as he takes a step back to allow you some space.

Your body sways a little as you stand right in front of him, both from the tension and the thrill of finally being with him again. But you soon find your footing as you keep your eyes locked in his, as if he becomes the anchor that holds you up together without him reaching out to hold you. You make no effort to look away as you start to peel off the silky robe covering your body and let it drop to the floor, followed by slowly sliding the straps of your negligee off of your shoulders, and the fabric falls to a pool around your feet, leaving you completely bare and exposed within seconds.

His gaze feels like a gentle caress as he drags his eyes down your naked body, taking in everything, measuring, memorising, capturing every detail that he can find with his eagle sharp eyes. Namjoon begins to move and you can swear that the air crackles and shifts together with him—just like how it always does when he is in the room. Wordlessly, he begins to walk around you in a circle, moving ever so slowly so you can feel his presence everywhere and you are hyperaware of what he is doing. There is no need for him to touch you to feel him, to feel the stroke of heat rising on your skin, when he can do it only a glance.

Once he is done perusing you with his gaze, Namjoon returns to stand before you and you take this moment to actually look at him.

Even without his sword or the weapons that are always hanging around his hips, he still holds power. He doesn’t need his cloak or to wear his ranks on his chest when his whole body oozes command and his sense of authority. And he doesn’t even need any word to have you lower yourself down to your knees to do everything he wants you to. As you are standing here with him, coming face-to-face with the man who holds more power than either your father or your husband-to-be ever would, you realise the reason why you are willing to risk it all and why you have become so addicted to him.

Kim Namjoon, the royal guard who had been assigned to be your protection ever since your marriage to His Royal Majesty Park Jimin, the reigning king from the neighbouring country of Oshen, was decided. The marital agreement was supposed to take place to seal the peace treaty between Oshen and your country, Broania, stopping the century aged war that has been going on and is still exhausting your country’s resources to its ground. Namjoon’s existence was arranged simply to make sure that you would be safe from harm so that your father, the King of Broania, can ensure that the wedding and the agreement will take place and peace will be achieved.

If there was anyone to blame for this tryst to happen, for you and your royal guard to mingle in a way that no law would ever be written to support you and for you to give in to your carnal desire, it would be none other than Park Jimin, the Royal Majesty of Oshen, and your father, the King of Broania, who had deliberately chosen him themselves, never knowing what that decision had led to.

Kim Namjoon is a walking temptation, an epitome of sin, despite him constantly telling you that you were the one who introduced him to these acts of sin by tempting him against fate. But the moment that everything started, neither of you has ever shown any will to stop. Not even if the next day will be the day when you are about to exchange vows to seal your future to another man, even if you are doing so only for the sake of your country and your people, not because of your heart.

Namjoon’s eyes drift lower, and your bare nipples immediately turn into pebbles, hard and pointy and yet so tight they almost hurt. Then his gaze drifts even lower, down to the space between your legs where you are pulsing with desire, anticipating his touch.

“Did you let the servants shave you?” he asks you while his lips form a slow smile at finding your smooth skin.

“I did. It would bring questions if I refuse the treatment the night before my wedding day,” you answer him, biting your lips right after while he makes a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue, disappointed to know that he has one less task to do while your skin flushes at the thought of him touching you that way.

Ever since you had started to get involved in this tryst, you had managed to unfold a ton of odd kinks and favours that Namjoon enjoys the most. One of the surprising ones had been his perverse need to shave your intimate areas which he takes pleasure in doing. He had shown you this for the first time only the night after he had taken your virginity many months ago, which he later used to show you how much of a difference it would make to have your skin completely bare and exposed to every touch and every caress right after, and how your folds would become terribly sensitive in its smoothness that he had more than once managed to draw your climax only with the touch of his mouth and tongue.

“Lie down. Let me see if they missed anything.”

After humming the words of your obedience, you slowly position yourself at the edge of the bed. Sitting back right the way you were when you were expecting him earlier before scooting back and lying on your back. Your trembling hands reach down to pull your legs up, perching the heels of your foot right on the very edge of the mattress as you open your legs wide, exposing your bare center for his hungry eyes to see.

“Hmm,” he hums deeply while he moves in to get a closer look. “I can’t see anything from here. Why don’t I take a good look—closer?”

Right then, he lowers himself to his knees and positions himself right between your legs. His eyes find yours for a moment before he dips, burying his face at the apex of your thighs, and his mouth latches onto your nether lips. A cry escapes you when he presses his mouth firmly around your folds, devouring you as if he is kissing you right on your lips. Then he begins to move, giving you open-mouthed kisses along your folds, his tongue slipping in and out, lapping at your hot skin and sliding across your slit. He continues to do all the sinful things that he can muster, his mouth and tongue working together, touching, caressing, tasting, until you feel a bundle of flames rolling and coiling from your core.

His hands move to grab onto your thighs as you start trembling, holding on tightly and locking them in place before you can start kicking and thrashing on the bed. One of his hands disappears right as your body arches on top of the mattress, when you are lost in the waves of pleasure engulfing you so intensely that you barely manage to hold on to control. Your hands sink into the sheets, holding on tightly as your hips begin to move, rolling and bucking against his face as he continues to eat and devour your hot core. You are already so close to the edge when he suddenly latches his mouth on the bundle of your nerves, sucking it firmly between his lips, and his fingers slide into your pulsing walls and press down right at the spot that sends you toppling over to your climax.

“Yes, that’s it, Princess. Good girl,” he hums against your hot folds, still lapping on your release while his fingers are still moving in and out of your hot cunt to make all the spasms of your climax last longer than they should.

Your knuckles are beginning to feel sore with how firmly you are clutching at the sheets, but you find it hard to peel them away, knowing that you would need to hold on, to grab onto something while Namjoon is playing with your body so expertly as if he is playing with a music instrument. He continues drawing the pulses of your pleasure rising before they have a chance to wane, and he doesn’t stop until you are once again sent flying high over the peak of your pleasure and then plunging deep that your body quakes in his hold.

A flurry of movements catches your attention while you are coming down from your high. You still feel the tight grip of his hands on your hot skin even when he has already let you go, and you open your hazy eyes to watch him peeling his clothes off, allowing you to see his smooth skin reflecting the moonlight once he is done.

He looks marvellous as he is standing there in his naked glory, looking all strong and powerful and the sight makes your body come alive, already feeling the rush of hunger even when he has already sent you to your climax. The dark intent in his gaze brings out the carnal desire that you have secretly buried inside you for so long. Your body pulses immediately with need, craving badly for his touch. But you bite your lips, holding back from pleading with him to give you what you need, no matter how badly you are craving for it.

Namjoon seems to sense what you are thinking, because he simply grins with amusement before he grabs onto your hips, pulling you up to guide you to lie down on the center of the bed before climbing his way up to follow you. “Do you have anything to say, Princess?”

You nibble on your lips for a moment before answering, “Please—”

“What are you asking from me, Princess?” Namjoon asks you as he moves to hover on top of your naked body, leaning in to let you feel his warmth but not enough to press his bare skin against yours.

”Tell me what you want,” he whispers, while keeping his lips ghosting over your skin, tracing your jawline, your cheek, then stopping right above your lips.

“I want—” you try to speak, only to get distracted when he gently brushes his lips against yours, though he pulls away before you manage to steal a kiss.

“Yes?”

Desperate, and needy, you force yourself to speak, “I want you—”

“To do what, Princess?” he hums against your lips when your words come out in a form of a gasp, and you just snap when his skin comes pressing down on you.

“To fuck me. Make love to me. Make me feel alive.”

Namjoon pulls back and looks at you with his dark eyes. “Is that really what you want?”

“Yes! Yes, please—” you finally start begging him, whining and whimpering with every word you give him. “I need—”

Before you can even finish the sentence, Namjoon moves one hand between your legs, reaching down to part your folds, and your hips jolt upward at the touch. “Do you want me here, inside you?” he asks, dipping the tip of his fingers into your throbbing pussy and stopping before getting too far. “Do you want me to fill you with my cock, just the night before you are about to walk down the aisle with that dress?”

Your skin flush the moment you are reminded of the wedding dress, out there on display as a silent witness to your debauchery. There is an urge to look over to find it, but it is hard for you to look away from Namjoon’s intense gaze, even if your skin flushes further when he questions you, “Do you want me to defile you with sin before you would cover your tainted body with the dress that was made to represent your purity?”

With a gasp, you words come tumbling out, “Yes, Namjoon. Yes to all!”

He dives in to capture your lips in his, and your mouths begin to melt and tangle hungrily with one another as you are instantly lost in the kiss, drunk in the feeling of his devouring mouth and the slip of his tongue lapping at the seams of your lips. He pulls back once you are nothing but a breathless mess, keeping his lips ghosting over yours when he whispers, “You are not to come until I say so.”

It barely registers to you that he already has his hands traveling lower, until you feel the tight grip on your thighs when he parts your legs apart. The pulse that comes from your center feels too intense that you instantly feel the urge to close your legs together, only to have him stopping you as he lowers his hips, keeping you spread to him with the width of his body while his fingers are keeping your folds apart. His lips return to yours just as he presses the crown of his cock right at your slick entrance. His kiss grows harder to devour you as he presses down into you, bucking his hips against your center to drive his cock into your core with one swift push.

His thrust comes so abruptly that you cannot hold back the cry coming out of your lips. You cling to him with your nails digging into the hot toned slabs of muscles sculpting his back as he begins to move, feeling his body ripple under your touch as he rolls his hips, thrusting deep inside you repeatedly in fluent movements.

It doesn’t take long before you begin to feel the ripples of your orgasm rising, pulsing around his cock as he keeps on pounding into you. “Already?” he grunts deeply without missing a pace. “But we’re just getting started, Princess.”

The teasing tone in his voice is hard to miss, and he does so deliberately without hiding it only because he knows the reason why you are so quick to coming to the edge. He knows because he was the one who caused it, after depriving you from your climax the night before when he forbid you to cum and left you writhing on the bed, and after he spent the whole day leaving you sexually frustrated by constantly being there during your wedding preparation and distracting you with his stolen touches and kisses.

“Ah—I can’t!” you cry out when the pulses bursting inside your core become so intense, and you start feeling as if you are at the last thread of your control, so close to giving in and defying his command so you can have your release.

Suddenly, Namjoon grows still and his hands find your hips. You open your eyes with a whine, while he only chuckles, perhaps amused to see how desperate you are. “Oh no, I won’t let you defy me. In this bed, my word is absolute, and you are going to follow obediently if you want to cum tonight,” he groans huskily, keeping his wicked smile on his face. His words makes you shiver. But instead of fear, the only thing you feel is the desire to have more, the pleasure to have someone else taking control. At your compliance, Namjoon leans in for a kiss, leaving a quick peck as he murmurs, “Don’t worry, princess. I know that you’re still learning to control your body and your pleasure, and you’re still learning how to give it completely to me. Let me help you. I know just want to do.”

With one single tug, he manages to pull you up and turn your bodies around until you are on top of him, straddling him as he remains lying down on the bed. He has his head resting leisurely on top of the pillows which you have piled up against the headrest, finding comfort as he keeps you on his hips and his cock deep inside your cunt.

The sudden change of position helps ease down the intense pulses inside your pussy. But only for it to be enough to stop you from toppling over the peak of your climax before you are allowed to. The throbs are still there, present even if they are less intense that they were before, made to last by the slow and soft thrusts that he is still giving you.

“Now you hold control. Ride me, pick your pace and rhythm, and find a way to understand your body a little better so you’ll know what to do.”

His calming words are filled with confidence and power but still manage to give you a sense of reprieve. You always love how he remains patient in leading and guiding you as he introduces you to this new realm of carnal pleasure, how he can be a dominant master at one second and then a passionate lover and teacher the next.

Being perched on top of him gives you a full display of the magnificent sight of his strong, bare chest. Your eyes wander to give a perusing gaze down his torso, marvelling at how the lines of his toned muscles seem to have been engraved by the Gods themselves. Unable to resist the urge to touch, you trace down each line with your fingers, enjoying the soft grunts that he makes at the touch of your gentle caress and the way his body twitches slightly as you begin to trail lower, touching his waist, before pressing down on his torso to push yourself up.

“Holy f—” he groans as you come up, dragging your pussy all the way up his length. Your walls clench tightly around the crown of his cock the moment you stop moving, not allowing him to slide all the way out. Then you take a moment to relish the wonderful feeling of your walls pulsing around him before lowering yourself, sliding down his hard shaft until he is completely buried inside you so deep it feels like your bodies have become one. It also feels immensely satisfying to no longer feel any void or space left inside you with how perfect he is filling you up with his wide girth.

As if his cock had been carved just to fit perfectly well inside your walls.

“It feels so good,” you gasp as you continue to bounce up and down his cock, repeatedly chanting words of praises under your breath to let him know just how good he makes you feel and how perfect it feels the way his girth is sliding in and out of you.

Just as you find your rhythm, Namjoon suddenly pushes himself up, sitting up so his chest is almost brushing against yours. His grip lands on your hips, allowing him to guide your body to move in a certain angle which allows him to go deeper, for you to feel the crown of his cock pushing right at your depth, and for your clit to keep rubbing against his pubic hair as you continue to move together as one. Once again, the waves of pleasure comes rising in your body before you can stop it, and you are soon trembling against him when it becomes too much for you to handle. “Oh, my—”

Your words dissolve into a strangled moan as his teeth sink into the base of your throat, sending a rush that draws your body to curve forward, pressing your breasts against him. His lips travel down, moving lower while pressing open-mouthed kisses on your skin, then continue lower, until his mouth latches onto your breast, taking one aching nipple between his lips and giving it a gentle suck. He stays there for a moment, sucking and lapping at the pebbled nub a few more times before moving on to the other and giving it the same treatment. He repeats the action, again and again, capturing and sucking the tip of each breast, moving from one side to the next while the sound of your moans continue to echo against the walls of your bedroom, and it keeps growing gradually louder as he moves his hips at the same rhythm as his mouth does, bringing your pleasure rising to its peak.

Your hands find the back of his head, fingers treading between the strands of his hair as you keep him there for a moment while you savour the wonderful rush of pleasure surging in your bodies. Tugging at his hair, you pull his head back and guide him towards you. He pulls back obediently, following your cue, and then his lips are on yours.

Your mouths are tangled leisurely in a deep kiss as you guide yourself up and down Namjoon’s cock, completely hyperaware of the fact that Namjoon has a clear view of your wedding dress from this position and angle. He must have been keeping his eyes on it when his hands grow tighter on your skin and the force of his thrusts increase rapidly as if he is releasing his rage and frustration and he is simply letting them all out through his relentless poundings. Meanwhile, you only savour the delightful feeling in your body as you are hypnotised by the rasping hums coming from the back of his throat and the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your core. You are completely delirious at the heightened pleasure, and your body seems to be moving on its own as it chases the waves of your orgasm with your hips moving and rolling on top of him.

Your hands continue to capture the smoothness of his skin and the heat he is emitting as you run them down his strong shoulders, finding his broad chest where you rest your palms, feeling his rapid heartbeat under your touch. Meanwhile, his fingers feel rough as he guides your hips to move in a steady rhythm that brings all the waves of your pleasure to rise and burn, flowing through your bodies and growing even more intense with each pound of his cock.

Outside, the wind picks up, bringing the sound of the dancing branches from the trees in the garden and the sound of the dry leaves crawling on the ground. With them also comes the soft hum of familiar voices chatting as they come passing through the garden right below your window, and your breath stills with a strangled gasp.

Your nipples harden against Namjoon’s chest as he pulls you in tightly to him. Your naked skin thrums with a keen, inappropriate awareness realising that you are up here, completely bare in the arms of another man, while your husband-to-be is having a night stroll with your brother the night before your wedding day.

Namjoon’s hands dig firmly into your hips and you squirm a little against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your walls. A thrill seeps down your spine when you think of the situation, to imagine how easy it would be to get caught, how close the man you are about to be married with to find you even if he cannot see you right this moment.

“Are you afraid that the King will find out what you are doing, Princess?” Namjoon whispers hoarsely into your ear as you continue to squirm on his lap, making his cock twitch against your pulsing walls. “How would he react, I wonder, if he knows just how bad his little princess truly is? But what if—he finds out, and he insists to watch you being a bad girl?”

At his question, your body voluntarily shudders, though you feel the utmost intrigue of finding out the answer. You are not exactly known as someone who would take big risks in your life. At least, not until the day you met Namjoon. But it almost seems that ever since you have crossed over the line with him and your eyes are opened to see the world around you with a new light, to be able to see and learn more about all the sexual favours and kinks that you have never known before, you soon find that taking risks only makes your body grow hot. And you show this to him by clenching your muscles around him as you move on his cock.

“Hmm—have you ever thought about having an audience before?” Namjoon asks you quietly. There is something dark and mischievous in his low, taunting voice as he asks you the simple, yet sinful question, and it sends your mind wandering off to all kinds of possibilities. Your imagination is now running wild, and instead of feeling disgusted about it, your body heats up with a newfound desire.

The deep chuckle that Namjoon makes you lets you know that he can feel what you are thinking from the way your body seems to be reacting to it. He then reciprocates by igniting those flames further with the tip of his fingers. His teasing touches snaps your body to come alive as he moves his hands, his fingertips floating over the notches of your spine to draw your attention back to him instead of focusing on the man who might be standing right below your windows as his voice seems to remain in one spot.

“I have never,” you answer him, shaking your head, feeling your skin flushed to the thought of showing your indecent act in front of the prim and proper man that you will be walking the aisle for tomorrow in the noon.

A dangerous glint appears in his dark eyes, a pair of pools of wicked intention and sin while he wears a charming loose grin that melts your heart when he offers, “Would you like to do a little dare, then? Let’s find out if performing for him will make your body hotter and see if you will enjoy the thrill.”

“H-how?” you ask him, biting your lips to hold back a smile. “Are we going to play pretend that he comes asking to watch? Do we picture him standing right there in the corner of the room? Or maybe he is sitting at my writing table, leaning back leisurely while I ride your cock right in front of his eyes?”

Namjoon chuckles. “No, Princess. I have a better idea,” he says, sliding his hands down your body to find your hips. What he says next draws a surprised gasp, but also brings more excitement growing inside you when he says, “Why should we pretend when he is right out there, standing down below, completely oblivious about how his future wife is taking another man’s cock inside her?”

With one swift move, he pulls you tighter to his chest before he moves. The act is done so fluently and so quick that you feel like the only thing you have done is blink your eyes and you are suddenly lifted, being carried across the bedroom with him while your body is tangled around him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you soon realise where he is taking you to, and your heartbeat picks up when he takes you to the window, only stopping when your bare ass are pressed against the windowsill.

“All he has to do is look up, crane his neck and focus on your window to witness with his very own eyes how the royal guard is doing all the sinful thing to his wife that he may never be able to,” he says, his eyes are completely filled with sin as he flickers his gaze over to find King Jimin and your brother down there before he pays attention on you once again, all while he keeps your back facing out the window, only allowing you to see his face instead.

One of his hands come up to caress your throat. You capture his thumb as he brushes the tip across your lips, taking it between your mouth, sucking it teasingly before pressing your teeth into the pad of his finger. Namjoon shudders and keeps his eyes on your lips, watching the little act with a sigh. “Do you want that? Do you want to show the King what a filthy, naughty little princess you are?”

Biting your lips, you hold back from moaning just as he begins to rock his hips, moving his cock in and out of you slowly while you worry about making any noise that may reach down below to alert them.

“Look at the mighty King, unaware that his bride-to-be is having her body tainted. Having no clue just how filthy she is, riding another cock like a wild animal.” You arch your body, letting your head fall back as you look over your shoulder to find them. Sure enough, there they are, standing just a few feet away into the garden from the walls of your bedroom and right below your window on the second floor. You watch them for a moment, both of them completely oblivious to what is happening right above their heads. How you are pressed against the cold glass with your royal guard’s cock inside you, moving in and out of you slowly as he continues to move his hips in short thrusts.

“I wonder if he can hear you,” he whispers close, leaning in to press a kiss at your pulse, before bucking his hips forward to thrust deeper, pushing his cock with more force then slowly picking up his pace. Your eyes flutter shut as Namjoon’s head dips lower and his mouth finds one of your pebbled nipples, taking it back between his teeth, biting into it gently to draw a moan out of your mouth. “What would you want to say to him?”

When you give him nothing but a soft, drawn-out moan to answer him, Namjoon pulls out and briskly turns you around, making you face the windows while nudging your legs apart with his knees. With one hand on your hip to hold you steady, he uses the other hand to guide himself back to your folds, slipping between your hot flesh without entering you. “Tell the King what you are doing.”

You look at Jimin’s eyes, watching him getting too engrossed in the conversation that he is sharing with your brother while only casting his gaze between your brother and the beautiful garden around them, but never going so far up to your windows to find you. You imagine that if he does look up, you wonder what he would see. You imagine his gaze soaring over your curves, over your full breasts that are completely bare and are now pressed against the window glass as Namjoon pushes you forward with each thrust of his cock between your legs.

“I—” you gasp out as his cock glides along your slit. “I am riding Namjoon’s thick cock,” you murmur softly. Your body seems to have a mind of its own when you begin to move, matching his rhythm until he is moving easily against your pulsing cunt. “I have his cock sliding and pressing against me.”

“Tell him how bad you need my cock,” Namjoon groans hoarsely on your ear, his rough hands holding onto your hips, dragging your body back against him.

“I want it so bad—” you whine softly, though you stop when he nips at your shoulder.

“Are you telling me, or him?”

“Jimin—” you gasp out just as Namjoon presses the crown of his cock against your swollen clit. “I want it so bad, Jimin. I want Namjoon’s cock in me.”

With your hands pressed against the window, you arch your hips back as he pulls back, and he guides his cock between your legs, this time aiming the thick crown of his girth to trail along your slit. Moving with a soft rock of your hips, he pushes forward, and your moans melt together as he enters you, burying himself deep in one swift thrust.

“Mm—you feel so good,” you whisper with a breathless moan, while Namjoon only responds with a deep grunt of his own, enjoying the feeling of your sweet cunt swallowing him, snuggling perfectly around him.

“Yes, so fucking tight, Princess. You feel so good around me.”

Your eyes drift down, watching the reflection of your body that you find on the window to see his cock sliding in and out of you, both of you are slippery and swollen and raw as you are moving together with each thrust, and you are completely exposed through it all. If only their gazes would drift all the way up, even the reflection from the moonlight would only give a poorly disguised cover to hide your wicked tryst.

“Tell him what is happening,” he groans deeply, slowly adding the pace of his thrusts once you begin to match his pace.

Relishing the wonderful feeling of his cock plunging deep inside you, coming back with a force each time he goes deep, your voice comes small and airy when you speak. “I have a thick cock pounding inside me.”

“Mm—do you like that?” Namjoon hums against your skin.

“Mhm—yes, Namjoon. I love how you feel inside me.”

Namjoon gives a low grunt and leans down, a kiss comes pressing at your pulse before he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky and thick when he gently commands you, “Tell the King how much you love my cock.”

You open your eyes with a gasp when he pushes with a hard thrust as he says it, while your voice comes out breathy and hoarse. “I love his cock, Your Majesty. I love Namjoon’s cock.”

“I wish he can see how true it is,” Namjoon rasps as he keeps on pounding deep inside you, not missing a beat as he pushes his hips into you, over and over while adding pace and more force into his thrusts. Meanwhile, each sway of his hips sends your own to move forward, and then you find yourself rubbing your swollen clit against the cool glass, sending you raw sparks of bliss that feels absolutely breathtaking and intoxicating at the same time.

The pleasure he ignites within you feels so intense, when your senses capture various things all at once—the different temperature from the cold glass and the heat forming between your bodies, the lewd sounds, the risk of getting caught—and then you can feel it, how close it is from coming, how strong it coils from the depth of your core and how easy it would be for you to fall over the edge of it if only you would let yourself embrace it.

“Namjoon, I want to come—” you beg him, whining with each word. “—so close.”

He chuckles deeply to your ear. “Are you really? So fucking dirty aren’t you, little princess? You’re going to come all over my cock while your future husband and king is out there, just a few feet away?”

You open your eyes to find him, still standing there with your brother to admire the glasshouse with his back now facing your window. Though having his conversation with your brother means that he cannot completely turn away, staying in an angle that would allow him to see everything that is going on around him from the corner of his eyes. Seeing him there only makes your muscles clench, the awareness becomes your trigger, but Namjoon is the one who has the final word.

“Are you not going to ask me nicely for it, Princess?” he asks gruffly, slowing down his thrusts instead of giving you what you need before swinging his hand down on your bare ass with a resounding smack. The sting makes you clench your muscles around him, pushing your climax even closer that you almost feel yourself slipping and losing control.

“Please—” you whisper breathlessly before finding your voice again. “Please, master,” you murmur demurely with a fluttering moan. “Please let me come, master. I’m so—”

His hand swings back down, giving you a lighter smack on one side of your ass and then another on the other side, serving as the distraction that he needs while his large hands come down to your hips. He cups you at the curves of your hips and butt and hoists you up, pressing you harder into the window glass.

With a long, heavy thrust of his hips, he nails you against the window, drawing a sharp airy gasp coming from the depth of your throat as the forceful pound of his cock knocks the air out of your lungs while the cool glass pricks at your hot skin.

The hot and cold between his rapid thrusts and the prickling cool glass intensify the rush of your climax, allowing it to rise intensely higher, and higher, and all it takes is one last push from him for you to allow yourself the pleasure of your release. And when he leans down, your body almost comes still as you wait for his enchantment to slip right out of his lips.

From all the nights that you have spent with him, Namjoon has learned just how much you love it when he calls you names, degrades you, all in a toxic kind of satisfaction that would push you over the edge. That is why right before he grants you the release that you deserve, Namjoon leans in, whispering to your ear just what a filthy whore you are becoming for embracing your pleasure right under your future husband’s nose and what a dirty little princess you are for getting so turned on by the thought of your fiancé catching you in the act and watching you doing it.

“Now cum for me, my little whore. Cum around my cock,” he finally commands you when the tremble in your body intensifies, and you unravel with a cry, your hot cunt clenching tightly around him with a wave of heat flashing and bursting right at your center.

You must be delirious, you silently wonder, as a random thought comes crossing your mind before you even start coming down from your high. But you cannot resist yourself from asking what your body desires the most. “I want you to cum inside me. Please, master—”

His final few thrusts become sloppy as he reaches his finish, but he carries on. “Tell him,” he grunts quietly, his voice is slightly trembling from holding back, though you can see from the reflection you see on the glass how his eyes are blazing wickedly at you. “Tell him that you want me to fill your pussy with my cum.”

Swallowing the last cries of pleasure still bubbling inside your throat, you finally breathe out, “Jimin…I want Namjoon to fill me with his…cum. Ah!”

Namjoon traps you between his hard chest and the cold glass, his fingers gripping tightly onto your hips, his chest feels sticky on your back, pressing hard against you that you can feel the vibration coming from his whole body when he finds his release, soon emptying himself deep between your legs. His growl of pleasure is slightly muffled as he presses his lips on the side of your neck, before the sound becomes soft moans and a long sigh as the very last spurt of his climax.

Once everything is done, your whole body feels completely sated and exhausted that you instantly melt into his arms, growing soft against his chest as he carries you away from the window and back to your bed. The thought of looking over to see if your potential audiences had ever caught you at all completely slips out of your mind when your eyes flutter close, and you breathe in the musky scent coming from his body which always smells marvellous after his release.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Namjoon carries you across the room. Any word you have been planning to say to him simply vanishes when your hum only tumbles into a yawn and you give up, letting your head fall into the dip of Namjoon’s bare shoulder.

The sheets on your bed are cool and soothing when he gently lays you down onto the mattress and your exhaustion wins, pulling you deep into your slumber without any chance for you to say goodnight. You don’t even notice it when Namjoon disappears for a while, or when he returns not a minute later with a bowl of warm water and a small towel. He chuckles as he finds you snuggling into the linens, though he somehow manages to clean you up, rubbing the remnants of his cum and your release clean from between your legs and rubs gently on your sore skin before pulling the covers over you.

Namjoon only stays to watch you sleep for a brief moment, leaving floating kisses on the top of your unkempt hair and your temple before he starts dressing and prepares to leave. His eyes fall on the wedding dress before he steps out of your bedroom. His hands are clenched tightly with the urge to burn it into ashes. The only reprieve that he gets is knowing that you will only be married to the King by name only, that the King will only posses you in title and nothing more, while your body will always be his for however long you would let it happen.

Namjoon knows it better than anyone else that nobody in this world will ever be able to own your heart. Nobody in this world will ever deserve it.

Though you may never know that you have already claimed his heart since the very first moment he laid his eyes on you, and he will give it to you all, even if you will one day break him apart.

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Summary- Who knew doing a simple online quiz with your best friend would lead to the best sex of your life?

word count - 6.9k 🥴

pairing- bff!Seokjin x Reader

rating- R

genre- smut, fluff, pwp, bff2bfwb

warnings- as always brattamer!seokjin, brat!reader, spanking, squirting, pussy slapping, face slapping, rough, messy sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging, overstimulation, light breathplay, hickeys, masturbation (m), protected sex, aftercare, both reader and seokjin just wanna have fun, seokjin is really bad at jokes, mentions of jungkook throwing a rave for absolutely no reason 🥴

a.n- this is what happens when im procrastinating my series at 3am and seokjin finally lets his chest out lol. also ngl this was born from all the love you guys have shown this couple. im so happy you love them as much as i do! also lol i know the title is terrible don’t sue me. HAHAHA.

A big warm thank you to @eatjeanjin for beta reading 💕 to @hobiandspritefor hyping me up and to @ressjeon for starring as jk’s gf once again

This is my submission for @bangtansorciere writing game to the lighthouse hosted by @inkedtae AU Type: High Seas (uni/college), Theme: Slice of Life, Kinks: spanking, squirting, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum play, masturbation

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

You giggled as you entered your apartment with Seokjin in tow. He rushed you in as he heard your next door neighbour unlock his door. You hated Mr. Yun, he was always creeping around, trying to find gossip.

“Hurry up!” Seokjin exclaimed, pushing you and inadvertently tripping you inside the door. With the amount of alcohol running through both of your veins, Seokjin followed suit, barely shutting the door before collapsing on top of you. The two of you groaned, promptly bursting out into cackles. His loud squeaky laugh was echoing through your little foyer.

Seokjin rolled off you, helping you up after he stood. As tradition, you made your way to the kitchen. You pulled a pot from the cabinet, pouring in some water from the sink and placing it on the stove. Seokjin, meanwhile, grabbed two packs of spicy ramen, ripping them open for easy access. He poured some water for the two of you as you waited for the water to start boiling.

“That was so fun!” You gushed, jumping onto the kitchen counter that was next to the stove, swinging your legs. “I can’t believe Jungkook managed to book a jumping castle!”

“You know him. When the man says he wants a rave, he gets a rave!” Seokjin laughed, placing the noodles into the water that was now boiling enough.

“I still can’t believe people dressed up for that,” you said, thinking back to the partygoers dressed in various neon and glow in the dark skimpy outfits. You’re pretty sure Jimin had just dyed some briefs into the electric blue he was donning. “I can’t believe Jungkook and Yannie wore matching harnesses!”

“Hey do not kink shame! If Jungkook wants to be taken along on a leash by his girlfriend, that is his prerogative!” Seokjin scolded, stirring the noodles, his serious demeanour making you snort.

“Ooo Seokjinnie! Are you secretly into pet play?” you joked, giggling at the way he scrunched his face at you. He grabbed a pot holder and placed the pot full of steaming ramen on the counter next to where you sat. Your chopsticks were already digging in the moment he settled the pot down.

“You’ll never know,” he replied with a wink, slurping his noodles, prompting you to do the same lest he inhaled the whole serving.

“Oh! You know what?” you asked, almost choking on the extra hot noodles before reaching for your phone. “Joon sent me this test the other day. Let’s do it!”

You excitedly pulled up the link, messaging it to Seokjin who pulled out his phone to skim his screen. His eyes widened and he started choking on the large bite he had just taken, coughing violently. You hopped off the counter to hand him a glass of water. He smiled in gratitude before taking a few swigs, finally calming down.

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat before speaking. “A BDSM test? You wanna do a BDSM test?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “What’s the big deal Seokjinnie, you afraid I’ll find out you’re totally vanilla?”

“Have you met me?” he asked, incredulously. “I’m too hot to be vanilla,” he finished his sentence with a flair, as if it was the most ridiculous concept conceived. You laughed at his antics before getting back to your previous seat and clicking on the website.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!”

Easily convinced as always, Seokjin followed you, opening up the test. The two of you were quiet for the next ten minutes. The only noises heard were of the two of you still eating, and Mr. Yun’s loud coughing through the walls. You laughed as the results pulled up, unsurprised at the analysis.

“Okay, switch,” Seokjin said, easily taking your phone as you took his. “99% brat,” he snorted. “So fucking predictable.”

You blinked a few times looking at his results. 100% brat tamer, 100% rigger, 95% dominant, 84% sadist. You were shocked. You had known Seokjin for over nine years, and over that time you had had many conversations, about life, death, love, sex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for his results. You weren’t kidding earlier. With how many romantic comedies Seokjin watched, and how his ideal date was cooking a candlelit dinner, you couldn’t believe that you had to scroll to the bottom of the list to find vanilla - 22%.

“You were supposed to be honest!” you protested, holding up his phone.

“What do you mean? I was honest!” he proclaimed, perplexed.

“Please Seokjin. Brat tamer? Rigger? Sadist?!” you laughed, wiping an invisible tear from your eye. “You literally cried when we watched the video about that bird stealing nests!”

“That bird was so mean!” he whined, remembering the way the bigger bird had broken all the eggs to steal the canary’s nest. “And just because I’m in touch with my emotions, doesn’t mean I can’t be a good dom. In fact, I think that makes me a better dom,” he added proudly, cheeks puffing up with a pleased smile.

“Yeah sure, I believe you,” you snorted in response, rolling your eyes and reaching to grab your phone back. Seokjin pulled it away, narrowing his eyes at you. He couldn’t believe your audacity. For someone with a 95% submissive score, you sure didn’t act like it, but he supposed that's where the brat came in. He couldn’t lie, whenever you got this way he had an innate response to put you in your place. He couldn’t help it, you were always trying to rile him up with your impromptu roasts and ill-timed smacks to his shoulder. Perhaps now was the time to act on his secret fantasies.

“I can always prove it to you,” he threatened. His voice dropped to a lower octave as he moved between your legs, placing both hands on the counter next to you. He chuckled at the way your eyes widened, resembling Bambi caught in headlights. He also noticed the way you slightly leaned in, hands resting on your lap, making yourself a little smaller before you caught yourself, inflating your chest in bravado.

“Did you just lower your voice on purpose?” you asked with a smirk. You were hoping he couldn’t tell how your heart started beating faster at the proximity - how your face was slowly heating up.

“And you liked it, didn’t you, baby?” Seokjin said, maintaining the same deadly tone, as he lifted your chin, looking down his nose at you. You felt like you were running out of breath, your stomach coiling at his intense gaze. When did Seokjin get so hot?

When you didn’t answer, his thumb slowly moved upwards, lightly tracing your lip. He pulled it down, breaking eye contact for a quick second to watch himself pull your bottom lip lower, letting it go slowly so it made a little pop. Seokjin felt himself harden a little at the slightly glazed look in your eyes, smirking smugly.

“I asked you a question,” he said, eyes searching yours. He moved his other hand to your thigh rubbing it up and down over the black leather skirt you were wearing, the barrier making you feel but a ghost of his touch. “Be a good girl, and answer for me, will you?”

You felt your mouth grow dry, thighs clamping shut in reflex to the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his words. “Yes,” you answered, a shiver going through you because of the prideful look on his face. His hand that was on your chin traced down your body, caressing your shoulder and arms, his thumb barely scraping the side of your chest before it met your thigh. He moved both his hands over your legs, squeezing at the flesh slightly as he leaned in closer, his lips inches away from yours.

“Good job, baby,” he whispered, a little whine escaping your throat at the praise. He squeezed your thighs again, a lot firmer than before, and you felt electricity zap through you. And then he was moving away, picking up the empty ramen pot and putting it in the sink as he usually did.

“Oh man did you see Namjoon’s weird ‘tribal’ paint thing? I swear he’s going to get cancelled for that shit, no matter how many times he insists that he did his research,” Seokjin commented casually while sipping his water, as if he hadn’t just ruined your panties with a few gentle touches and some choice words. He was giving you whiplash. You had been best friends with Seokjin for years but you had never wanted to jump his bones. That is, till now.

He giggled at your shocked expression, covering his mouth with his hand while his large shoulders shaking in glee. The oddly cute manner broke you out of your daze, as you scowled at him. He had the audacity to send you a flying kiss.

“That was so fucking rude,” you said, crossing your arms, eyes narrowed at your best friend.

“Don’t doubt me next time then,” he shrugged, before leaning close to you again. “Because next time I might punish you for it,” he added, lightly tapping your cheek with a grin.

“Stop making me horny!” you whined, smacking him on the shoulder. He winced at the action, frowning at you and rubbing the spot dramatically. He mimicked you, making his voice high pitched and nasal. You raised your hand to reprimand him again, but before you could reach him, his hand was around your wrist, stopping all movement.

“Then stop being a fucking brat,” he answered simply. Seokjin couldn’t help egging you on - you were infuriating, and absolutely sexy while being so. You were one of his closest friends. The two of you were so comfortable that he was sure that even if the two of you did fuck your brains out, it wouldn’t ruin anything. You’d probably high-five after and grab some breakfast at the diner as usual. You were such great friends that he was sure even the sex would feel platonic, playful.

“Why don’t you make me?” you asked, with a fake saccharine smile and a bat of your eyelashes.

“Don’t ask for things you can’t handle, Y/N,” he said, tightening his grip around your wrist. You had never seen this side of Seokjin, but you couldn’t complain. You hadn’t gotten laid in a year thanks to being busy with the first year of your PhD. You were tired of studying human sexuality in theory and ready to put it to practice. Sleeping with Seokjin didn’t seem like a big deal. You didn’t understand why books and television made sleeping with your friends such a big deal. You were there for each other through every emotion, from stress to happiness to sadness, why couldn’t horny be part of that list?

“Seems like you’re all talk,” you taunted with an exaggerated pout, cooing at him in an attempt to rile him up. An attempt that was successful as the words had barely left your mouth before he was yanking you from the wrist and draping you over his shoulder in one quick motion. You yelped at the action, a little disoriented with how your head was now upside down as he fireman-carried you to your bedroom.

With a roughness you didn’t think he possessed he dropped you on the bed, relishing the little grunt you made as you bounced on the surface. With hands running up your legs, he pushed them open and climbed on top of you until his nose was brushing yours. You could feel his weight pinning you down and it made you delirious. He chuckled at your flustered state.

“Traffic light system?” he asked, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The kiss was not any different from the ones he gives you thrice a year - one on your birthday, one on his, and one on Christmas, a present usually preceding each interaction.

“Green for go, yellow for slow and red for stop,” you replied, kissing his cheek the same way he had kissed yours. He smiled at that, stroking your scalp in praise.

“Smart girl,” he whispered before finally placing his lips on yours.

Throughout your friendship, the two of you had competed over everything - who would do better in a test, who would finish a mile race first, who would get a higher rank in League of Legends. And every time Seokjin had beaten you, much to your dismay. So it didn’t surprise you that Seokjin kissed better than you too. He kissed with an ease that made your blood run warm, his plush lips sucking on yours, his tongue coaxing its way next to yours. He easily pulled needy whines from you, a hand cupping your breast as he kneaded it in a way that made you heady.

“You okay to go all the way? You sure?” Seokjin asked when he broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his lower lip resting against yours.

“All the way?” you snorted, your hand travelling to his ass before pinching it, watching him scowl. “What are you? Fifteen?”

“I’ll show you fifteen,” he grunted, lifting himself off you and abruptly pulling you up. You had barely registered sitting up before he had you on his lap, skirt pulled to your waist revealing your round bottom to him. He pulled at the waistband of your red panties, letting the elastic snap back against you in a satisfying ping. You faked a yawn at that, missing the way his jaw tightened at your antics.

Before you knew it, his palm was coming down on your ass, loud and hard. You hadn’t anticipated the force he would put behind the first spank. A sharp pain rushed through your behind, accelerating the endorphins flowing through you. You yelped at the impact, hands closing into fists around your bedsheets.

“Count. Count till you fucking learn your manners,” Seokjin demanded harshly, before landing another loud smack on your other cheek, painting it a matching red.

“Two!” you gritted out, you ass lifting in the air for some relief.

“Colour?” Seokjin asked, noticing the strain in your voice as he soothed the skin.

“Green,” you sighed out, preening at the soft touch.

“That’s my girl,” he commented, gleefully patting your butt. That was before he was landing another spank that took your breath away. He kept the same intensity throughout, making you soak your panties as your eyes watered. By the tenth time, you were panting and he took a little break to get rid of your panties, the obstruction no longer pleasing to his eye now that your ass was as red as the material.

“Five more, baby,” he said much too calmly in contrast to the hard dick pressing into your stomach. You squirmed in his lap, and he adjusted you closer to him, leaving his left forearm on your lower back to keep you still. He landed five more spanks, each one harder than the next, giving you no breaks. It felt as if your ass was on your fire, your heart pounding in your chest.

“F-fifteen,” you sputtered, tears now fully cascading down your face, leaving tracks of mascara and glitter eyeliner in their wake. He bent down, kissing your reddened cheeks, letting his tongue soothe you as you mewled.

Using the back of your shirt, he pulled you up, barely giving you time to catch your bearings before crashing his lips to yours, his tongue meeting yours with a hunger neither of you thought you possessed. You easily straddled him and climbed on his lap with your hands around his neck. You wanted to kiss him forever, chasing his lips when he moved away.

He clicked his tongue while looking down on his right palm that was now a bright red. Settling into his lap, your stomach somersaulted at the look of disappointment on his face. It was cold and unforgiving, and you felt yourself get wetter.

“You couldn’t be respectful. Now look what you did to my hand,” he scolded, showing you his reddened palm. The chill in his voice and the fire in his eyes made you melt, wanting to do anything to earn his praises again.

“Sorry, I’ll be good,” you whispered, holding his hand in both of yours and kissing it. You traced your lips over his fingers, leaving little pecks all over his palm, and he sighed in satisfaction, lightly scratching your scalp.

“Mhmm… about time,” Seokjin teased, warming your heart. You looked up at him with a wide smile, one that he matched. He cupped your face, thumbs wiping the mascara from your face, and he kissed you gently, a stark contrast to the earlier fervour. “Gonna keep being good?” he asked, grinning at how you eagerly nodded.

With that he lowered you on the bed, hovering over you as he rid you of your clothes, slowly peeling them off like you were a present he was eager to unwrap. You traced your hands over his arms as he leaned down to kiss you, causing a shiver to run up his spine. Fuck, you were beautiful and he couldn’t believe how compatible you were sexually. He supposed it made sense, the two of you were in tune with everything else so why not sex as well?

“So... any hard limits?” he asked, kissing down your jaw to your neck, nipping the skin deliciously. He sounded casual while you were having trouble putting together your scrambling thoughts. You moaned as he repeated his question, pulling your nipple in retaliation.

“Hmmm… I don’t know,” you said breathlessly as he continued kissing down your body, taking his time to turn you on. He was still dressed in the ridiculously large white hoodie he had decided to wear to Jungkook’s impromptu rave. “Watersports, scat, baby shit,” you moaned as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, the pain ebbing deliciously into pleasure. “I hate blindfolds and latex,” you added.

He hummed against your thigh, his tongue moving to lick gently at your clit, the brief touch making you jerk your legs and arch your back. He chuckled at that, sitting up and running his hands up your legs. He used his thumbs to part your folds, enjoying the way they glistened, making his mouth water.

“So overstimulation, edging okay?” he asked while his fingers finally started to rub circles on your clit but were still moving much too slowly. You keened in response, nodding vigorously, and he smirked. You whined when he moved away, lying on his side next to you, hand propping up his head, while the other returned to your pussy. He leaned into you, nipping at your earlobe. “And what if I wanted to choke you? Slap that pretty face red?”

He punctuated the end of his question with two of his fingers diving straight into you, setting a fast pace right from the get go. You could hear the squelching noises of his palm slapping against your clit, adding to the inferno brewing inside you, and you couldn’t help your hands from holding on to his forearm. When he pulled his fingers out to land a hard slap on your clit, you realized you never answered his question. You mewled a “yes please” which earned you the privilege of his fingers yet again.

While you writhed next to him, eyes closed in pleasure, Seokjin pretended to be bored and was even yawning at times to annoy you. However, he was actually losing his mind. Before tonight, he had never really thought of you this way, barring a few pesky dreams, but now he didn’t know why he never did. Lying naked with your makeup ruined, agreeing to let him spank you and choke you, it was like Seokjin’s favourite porno came to life. He could feel you starting to tighten around his fingers, so he moved his free hand to your head, tilting it towards him, and sighing in disappointment when he saw your eyes squeeze shut.

“Look at me,” he commanded, pleased to see your watery eyes on him. He schooled his expression to a stern one. “You do not cum without my permission,” he warned. “Believe me when I say if you disobey me again, Y/N, you will not be able to sit for a week.”

His harsh tone set you on edge. With each stroke of his fingers, you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You were just on the precipice but regardless of your masochistic tendencies, those fifteen spanks had been hard and you didn’t want anymore. You wanted to be good.

“Please slow down,” you said in between pants. “Gonna cum if you don’t stop, please,” you whimpered and Seokjin rolled his eyes.

He removed his fingers, earning a needy whine from you as your orgasm faded - a whine that he muffled by shoving his fingers drenched in your arousal right into your mouth. His dick twitched at the way you sucked on his fingers, almost getting uncomfortably hard under his jeans.

Pulling his fingers out, he crashed his lips on yours. His tongue was eager to taste you while his mind was whirring with other ways to torture you. He really wished this wasn’t the only time because there were too many things he wanted to try with you, too many ways he wanted to ruin you. He broke the kiss staring at you hungrily. Wasting no more time, he stood up, tossing his sweater and jeans off.

Your mouth watered from watching Seokjin standing in just his tight boxer briefs. Sitting up, you trailed your hands down his abs - something you were surprised to find he’d been hiding.

Another reason why you were getting whiplash - Seokjin was always modest in the way he dressed. The last time you saw him without his shirt was when you went to the beach over a year ago. It seemed like he’s been working out, and you couldn’t help leaning over and tracing the ridges of his abdomen with your tongue, moving lower to where his light treasure trail led you to the tent in his black boxers.

Judging by his earlier control tendencies, you were surprised he was giving you free reign. You looked up at him, keeping eye contact as you pulled his boxers down. He raised an eyebrow, winking at you, before placing his hand gently in your hair, coaxing you to look down. If you were surprised by his hidden abs, nothing could’ve prepared you for his dick. It was larger than any you had seen. It seemed that tonight was a night of surprises.

You felt your mouth water at the sight of his erection, precum leaking generously. Without thinking any further, you were opening your mouth, ready to taste him. But the grip in your hair tightened, pulling you back till not even your outstretched tongue could reach him.

“Not so fast,” he said, his other hand stroking himself, just out of your reach. “You get to just watch.”

You whined in disappointment as he stroked himself, moving his large hand from base to tip slowly. He caressed the head, squeezing it. You could hear him moaning, but you couldn’t take your eyes off his dick. Was it weird that you found it beautiful? You could imagine the way it would stretch you and it made you squeeze your thighs together, aching for relief.

“Please, let me taste,” you begged, but Seokjin just chuckled, breathing out a “no”, but not before slapping you in the face with his cock. You closed your eyes at the feeling, relishing it.

Seokjin could feel his balls tightening, getting closer to release as he increased his speed. However, it was the pleased, almost ecstatic smile on your face when he slapped it with his dick yet again that put him over the edge. With a loud moan, he pulled your head back, ordering you to keep your mouth open as he came all over your face. He had initially planned to aim only in your mouth, but the sudden orgasm made him miss, staining your face and your chest. While he was coming down from his high, you swallowed his mess, enjoying the bitter salty taste.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Seokjin groaned, his hand collecting his cum from your face and depositing it in your mouth. You eagerly lapped it up, and he didn’t hesitate kissing you once again. His hand was rubbing the cum that landed on your chest into your skin. You moaned at the desperate movement of his lips, almost begging for him to do more, before he was breaking your kiss and flipping you around on all fours.

As soon as your hips were in the air, his lips were on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves with such vigour that you almost forgot how to breathe. He was like a man on a mission, his fingers fucking into you as his tongue flicked at your clit. You fisted the bedsheets, losing all semblance of reality as pleasure flowed through you, the coil in your stomach tightening at his actions.

“Please let me cum,” you whined. “Please Jinnie, please!”

You were howling at this point, your toes curling and legs shaking in an effort to hold back the orgasm barrelling towards you. You thought he was going to edge you again when his lips left your pussy, but they were only gone for a second as he gave you permission to cum before latching back on. With his expert lips and fast fingers, it took you barely a few seconds before you were cumming, face buried in the sheets, and body spasming under his hold.

He didn’t stop though, keeping the same unrelenting pace. You whined, tears escaping your eyes as you tried to move away from him. With a hard spank on your ass and an arm under your hips he brought you closer, refusing to let you escape.

He could feel you tightening around his fingers, clenching around him rhythmically, and by the way your hips started moving towards him instead of away, he knew you were close yet again.

“Cum,” he demanded, and that’s all it took for you to lose yourself to the pleasure again, and he moaned as a gush of liquid escaped you, staining the sheets and his face. He let you relax this time, kissing your bruised ass, and up your spine, till he was lying on top of you. Nuzzling into you, he held your hand, whispering praises, as you came down from your high.

“You’re mean,” you whined, turning your head towards him, and he kissed you with a little laugh.

“And you’re amazing,” he praised, finally rolling off you and onto the bed on his back. The two of you had matching smiles as your breathing normalized. He traced his fingers down your spine, eyes fixated on your ass that was still red from his earlier spanking. He couldn’t resist pressing his fingers in, watching as the skin lost colour at his touch only to bloom red again as he let go, and you moaned, back arching at the feel.

“Why haven’t we done this before?” you mused, turning onto your side and he pulled you closer, kissing you again as if magnetized. All these years you could’ve been having great sex with your best friend and you missed out all because of some stupid societal rule that fucking your friend would ruin your friendship - hell, you were sure this would nothing but strengthen it.

“Don’t know how you resisted me for so long, to be honest,” Seokjin joked, laughing at the deadpan expression you gave him. “You okay, though?”

“Not really,” you replied, a frown on your face, and Seokjin felt his heart drop with worry swimming his mind. The scores said you were a masochist, but perhaps he should’ve discussed everything before, talked through a scene like he had done with his previous partners. He was so swept up in the moment and the two of you knew each other so well that he didn’t think it through. He could feel the guilt rise through him the more he looked at your dishevelled state. Did he go too far?

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pulling you closer, hugging you against his chest, lust forgotten. You could feel his heart pounding and decided to drop the act.

“I’m not okay cause you haven’t fucked me yet,” you said with a smirk, laughing when you saw his shocked face as he pulled your head away from him to look at you once again.

“Are you fucking insane?” he yelled, eyes wide. “Do not fucking joke about that! I had a heart attack! I thought I hurt you or something! That is so irresponsible! I swear to god, Y/N, if you ever make me this worried again I’m gonna kill you! You have no idea how-”

You decided to end his rant with a press of your lips against his while climbing on top of him. Although he still had the lecture ready to go, he molded his lips with yours, letting his tongue taste you once again, and moaning when you started to grind your wet folds against his dick.

“You’re still hard though, so what does that really say about you?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him as you rested your head on your forearms crossed upon his chest, continuing to languidly roll your hips against him.

“You are such a fucking brat,” he huffed, hands firm on your waist. His breath hitched when you started kissing his neck, licking at the sensitive spot right above his Adam’s apple, your teeth digging in, leaving your mark. You continued your ministrations, licking and biting the skin till you reached his earlobe.

“And what are you gonna do about it, Seokjinnie?”

And that challenge was all it took to get Seokjin back into his headspace. Grunting at your sugary tone, he flipped you over so he was once again in charge. His large hand came to rest on your throat. Although he didn’t put any pressure, your heart kick-started, feeling a rush of fresh arousal going through you because of the menacing look in his eye. He leaned in, licking a stripe up your face, to lightly bite at the apple of your cheek.

“Gonna fuck you stupid, of course,” he said with a grin, lightly tapping your cheek. “Condoms?”

You had barely directed him to your top drawer when he was pulling out a foil package and rolling the rubber on to his dick. He made a show of it, of course, slowly stroking himself as you stared at him. Standing at the foot of the bed, he smiled sweetly, instructing you to open your legs and pin your knees to your chest. He didn’t do anything after, just watched how you dripped for him. If any other partner made you do such a thing, you would've felt self conscious, but with Seokjin you felt safe. The man had seen you at your literal worst, and presenting yourself to him like this felt oddly comfortable.

Getting impatient you huffed, looking for a reaction from him other than his wide eyes watching you while he bit his lip. You snaked a hand between your legs, gathering your arousal, and you started to rub your clit slowly, relishing the way his eyes started to narrow and lips curled into a firm line. You sighed, letting the slow pleasure move through your sensitive bud.

“Since you’re too busy staring, you can-”

The words had barely left your mouth when he was upon you, a hand gripping your hair and the other on your throat, his fingers pressing against your arteries in a way that made you a little hazy. The pressure was light but the intent was there, amplified by the way he glared at you.

“Stupid, stupid girl,” he sneered, his nostrils flaring in anger. “I thought I fucking told you to behave.”

He expected you to apologize, but when you giggled in response, it made him furious. Every instinct in his body wanted to punish you till you were sobbing on his dick. You could see him seething, and you knew that you should probably start behaving but you couldn’t help sticking your tongue out at him.

At his last straw, Seokjin pulled you back by your hair, tilting your head upwards to land a harsh slap on your face, making you whimper at the impact. You could feel tears pricking your eyes, but your attention was diverted by the sudden rush of endorphins making you delirious.

Seokjin stared at you, afraid he might have gone too far in his lust-driven haze. However, instead of calling for a safeword, or even reprimanding him, you laughed. Bubbles of laughter escaping your throat uncontrollably as you grinded on his thigh between your legs.

“More! More Jinnie! More,” you demanded, sounding a little unhinged and Seokjin couldn’t believe how every single time you just kept bringing his fantasies to life. He never thought he could ever get away with the deranged shit his brain taunted him with, but like always you seemed to be on the same page.

Shaking his head, he slapped you once again before he gripped your jaw, kissing you in a flurry of teeth and tongues as he lined himself up to your entrance. You followed his earlier instructions, holding your thighs as you spread yourself wider. You clenched as his tip entered you, his girth already starting to stretch you, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to impale you.

However, he had other plans. He teased you with shallow thrusts that had you mewling his name and begging for his cock. He started slowly, feeling the way your warm walls parted for his cock, as if they were made to take him, gripping him and making him lose his patience.

“Please… Please more,” you begged, eyes shut in pleasure that seemed to be building but going nowhere. “Please Jinnie… need you,” you hiccuped

“Fuck,” Seokjin grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him. “I got you, baby. Don’t worry,” he promised before starting to pick up the pace, his hips thrusting into you relentlessly.

His hands were on your tits, gripping the skin tight enough to bruise as he pounded into you, and you could feel the coil in your core tighten. You had never cum just from penetration before but the way his dick filled you up, hitting every part of you, made you lose yourself in him. You didn’t even know if you were begging for him to let you cum or if you were babbling incoherently. All you knew was that you needed him to give you permission so you could let yourself go, muscles tightened to their limit.

“Cum, baby. Cum all over my cock,” Seokjin gritted out, and you blanked, your mind floating to the heavens as you let go. You couldn’t hear anything other than the blood rushing through your ears, feeling as if you were underwater, pleasure coursing through your body in little tingles from your scalp to your toes. Pleasure that soon turned into pain as Seokjin refused to slow down, railing into you, the volume of your wails only second to the wet thrusts echoing through your room. You really hoped you were not going to get a noise complaint.

Seokjin seemed to be enjoying it, basking in your cries as he moaned at how you milked him, getting tighter with each push of his hips. He knew he was close to exploding, but he wanted to make you cum another time, and so with his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and his other hand travelling to your throat to block your air supply. He gave it his all.

“One more, Y/N. Be a good fucking girl for once and cum for me,” he demanded, and in your haze you couldn’t help but follow his command, your orgasm rushing through you faster than the last, making you spasm under his hold, your legs shaking as they stretched out with a jolt, your hands clutching onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. He let go of your throat, and the sudden rush of oxygen only prolonged the orgasm, leaving you a sobbing mess.

“Good baby,” Seokjin said breathlessly, his own orgasm following quickly after, and he emptied himself in the condom, trying to quieten the primal part of his brain that demanded his cum inside you instead. He collapsed on to you, kissing up your chest to your face, where he wiped your tears clumsily, too sated and comfortable to want to pull out yet. You hugged him close, and the two of you laid there for a moment, trying to wrap your heads around the best orgasms the two of you had ever had.

With a groan and a pat to your head, Seokjin finally rolled off you, grunting like an old man as he stood to throw the condom away. You applauded him for his energy. Or more likely, you wanted to applaud him for his energy but in your boneless state just ended up lifting your hands a few inches above the bed and landing them back. Seokjin laughed at your attempt, lying back next to you to cuddle with you. He pulled you to his chest, letting you cling to him like a koala.

“Fuck dude, you’re wild,” you commented, earning a cackle from your best friend.

“I can’t believe you let me slap you,” Seokjin teased, his hand caressing your reddened cheek to soothe it.

“I can’t believe how good it felt!” you gushed, the two of you giggling. You had never felt so satisfied in your life. What a great way to break your dry spell! “What do you like for aftercare?” you asked, leaning up to kiss his nose as he slowly scratched your scalp.

“No one’s ever asked me that,” he said, his heart warming. He wondered why he hadn’t thought about that before. He supposed it was because he never felt comfortable enough with someone to go to this extent or to even warrant aftercare of his own. He squeezed you tighter around him in silent gratitude. “Hm… I don’t know… this is probably the most hardcore I’ve been if I’m being honest.”

“Me too,” you replied before standing up. Your limbs were still sore but strong enough to carry your weight now. He whined as you left, not wanting to let go of you, crossing his arms with a pout as you grabbed his sweater from the floor.

You left your room to clean yourself up and to grab a couple of water bottles and a handful of Hershey’s kisses. When you returned Seokjin was in his boxers, putting on new sheets on your bed.

“Here,” you said, handing him the bottle, before sitting back on your bed, wincing at the pain. Seokjin frowned, leaving quickly to grab the first aid kit from your bathroom. He urged for you to lie on your stomach while he gently applied the gel to your ass. Now that the adrenaline from earlier had dissipated, he felt bad for how hard he went.

You noticed how his hand slowed down, and turning to see the frown on his face and spaced out expression, only confirmed your speculation. “Eat this, you’re dropping,” you said, handing him the chocolates.

“I’m not dropping, I feel bad,” he argued, but followed your instructions anyway and decided not to remark on how good the sugary treat felt.

“Don’t feel bad, we’re both freaks,” you said as you sat up, sitting on your knees to ensure your medicated butt didn’t land on the sheets. Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh at your comment, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

“So you had fun right?” Seokjin asked, still needing reassurance.

“The most fun,” you said enthusiastically. “Next time, let’s try the flogger I have!”

Seokjin blinked at you, telling himself it was too soon to go for round two, before engulfing you in a hug. “You really are amazing, you know that,” he gushed.

“Pleased to be your BFWB too!”

“BFWB?” Seokjin asked, confused. “Big fat weeb boobs?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the all too serious expression on his face. “Best friends with benefits, you weirdo. Seokjin, what the fuck are big fat weeb boobs?”

“You know, like anime titties. You kinda have them,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t just make up the acronym on the spot. You smacked his shoulder in mirth, lying against the fresh sheets and pulling him down with you to cuddle against him. He moved lower, nuzzling his face between your ‘kinda anime titties’ before sighing contently. That was until a thought came to his head.

“Oh shit this means I can just fuck you instead of listening to you complain about your thesis supervisor again,” he exclaimed, earning himself another smack on the head.

“Shut up! You love my complaints,” you answered with your eyes closed, already halfway asleep.

“I sure as hell don’t! No one wants to listen to how Dr. Bang asked you to revise your citations for the seven hundredth time,” he said while grinning and getting ready for another argument. Instead of all that, you just patted his head and ran your fingers through his hair in a way that made him sleepy and content.

“Sleep. It’s like 3am,” you muttered, and Seokjin rose to kiss your sternum before placing his head back on your chest and leaving for dreamland.

Who knew all he had to do to get the best sex of his life was do a stupid online test?

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genre: smut || pwp pairing: namjoon x reader word Count: 6.3k rating: 18+ warnings: language, light dom!namjoon, explicit sexual descriptions, choking, fingering, thigh riding, infidelity, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, masturbation, multiple orgasms summary: Forbidden fruits always taste the sweetest… credits: thank you so much @lavienjin for betaing this for me! *PLEASE TAKE NOTE THAT THIS IS ONLY HALF EDITED. I WILL BE EDITING THE REST TOMORROW. I AM UPLOADING THIS SO THAT I CAN MAKE THE DEADLINE*

❂ Fall for Romance

The air was thick, making it hard to breathe and fill your lungs with the oxygen they desperately sought. Your whole body felt as if it were on fire, sweat breaking out over every surface trying to douse the flames licking at your flesh. A heat could be traced to the space between your legs which were spread for the viewing pleasure of the man before you.

Your half-lidded eyes could barely hold his stern gaze for longer than a few seconds. It would be hard to continue with your lewd display if you did. The thought alone that you had his complete attention makes you shiver, your fingers stuttering momentarily against your clit. Small sparks shooting from the small bundle, fanning the flames scorching your helpless form.

Perched on your professor’s office desk, spread wide open for him to see your most intimate parts as you touched yourself wasn’t like you. It certainly wasn’t the kind of thing you were into… that is until you met him; Kim Namjoon, your physics professor.

The expression ‘tall, dark and handsome’ was one you had always found cliche, but when you laid eyes on him in the lecture hall that first day, he appeared to be the embodiment of the words. His gaze, dark and alluring, entrapped you with a simple glance. When he introduced himself, the baritone of his voice struck a chord in the deepest recesses of your mind awakening something primal within you. He was meticulous in everything he did, including the way he could make you fall apart.

“You’re making a mess.”

His deep voice interrupted your thoughts as his fierce almond-shaped eyes inspected your face. His words mortified you, your knees knocking against each other as you pressed your legs together in humiliation. Scrutinized under his gaze, you cried out in shame, feeling like a scolded child.

What were you thinking, how did you let it get this far? When had you lost hold of your senses and rationale? This was never meant to happen. It started out with you asking him innocently about an assignment, but it somehow ended up with you crushed against a bookshelf with his fingers deep inside your pussy. Once the heat of the moment had passed, you both swore to not speak of it and how it would never happen again.

What liars.

Strong hands massaged your knees before pulling them apart while simultaneously drawing a gasp from your lips and ensnaring your attention once more.. His hands slid down the insides of your smooth thighs, that tremble beneath his feather-light touches.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Your teeth chewed the corner of your lip nervously, eyes glued to one of the hands resting on your thigh. You concentrated on the warmth that permeated from him, trying to formulate a response . You came up empty-handed, feeling like an idiot before him, a man who always knew what to say.

“Did I unsettle you with my remark?” His thick lips curve into a knowing smile, as he removed his large hands from you. “There’s nothing wrong with a little mess...” He assured you, the smile growing on his lips. His fingers swiped at something on the desk before bringing them up to your face to reveal your slickness. “...it can always be cleaned up.” He continued his earlier thought, placing his digits on your lips.

Meeting his unwavering gaze, you knew what he was asking. No, demanding of you. Without sparing another thought, your lips part to welcome him. You carefully licked his fingers clean, tasting yourself for the first time in your life. It was something that had previously not appealed to you, but when the musky tang assaulted your taste buds you couldn’t withhold the moan it drew out.

In the handful of encounters you shared, he’s taught you how to enjoy so many intimate acts you had previously scorned. Acts that always made you blush or scrunch your face in disgust. But not with him. Everything he said or did turned you on beyond belief. With one look he could have you on your knees as if he were a god and you, his faithful worshipper.

“Good girl.” His praise sent butterflies fluttering in your chest. “Now please continue.”

Subtly nodding, your fingers returned to their previous position, pressing down on your clit. A small jolt shoots through you as you began rubbing your bud in large circles. A sigh escaping around his fingers still between your lips.

You glanced at him, taking in the way his eyes were drawn to the apex of your thighs; hypnotized by the rotating motions of your own smaller fingers. Feeling just a tad brave, you pressed your tongue against his fingers, instantly drawing his attention back up.

“Mouth feeling needy as well?”

Instead of answering, you tilt your head back, withdrawing his fingers before pushing back down and drawing them back in. A newfound bravery flowing through you, stimulated by your growing arousal clouding your senses as your fingers continued to stimulate your flushed pink pearl.

His lips twitched into a smile, but he bit his bottom lip to stop himself, drawing your eyes to the action. You felt him retract his fingers, making you whine and bite down gently to keep the digits from leaving.

“So adorable… so pretty… so shameless for me,” he chuckled, admiring your near-nude form.

He placed his other hand at the curve of your hip immediately, warming the places it touched as it leisurely traveled its way to your breast. The moment his palm molded to the soft mound on your chest, your back arched, seeking to be closer to his touch. Humming, he gave it a gentle squeeze and you nibble on the tips of his fingers still in your mouth in return. A sharp sting shot through your torso as he pinched a pebbled nipple.

Your lips released him, face pinched in pain and pleasure. His saliva-slicked fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. You whimpered as you gazed with pleading eyes. Namjoon leaned closer and you felt your pussy clenching as you caught his familiar cologne

“A dirty little mouth with such pretty, soft lips. Perfect.” Teasingly, he lightly ran his lips against yours, pulling away each time you tried to close the distance. “Perfect for wrapping around my cock.”

Your eyes pinched shut, a needy whine escaping your throat, fingers rubbing tight circles on your hooded bud. Your breaths became harder to control as you can feel the tightness in the pit of your belly. His words only accelerated your incoming orgasm. You began grinding harder against your hand as your eyes snapped open to look at the embodiment of sex that stood before you.

As you’re reaching your peak, he slapped your hand away from your core. Wide eyes desperately search his for an answer, your body trembled in the wake of your orgasm being taken from you. Confusion marred your features, skin buzzing with pent-up frustration as his face gave away nothing but self-satisfaction. You felt so desperate at that moment you could feel tears begin to fill your tear line.

Taking notice, his smirk melted into a soft smile. His hand gently released your chin, and he leaned back into his seat, resting his arms on the rests. And the way he scanned you from head to toe made you shy once again as the haze of lust slowly began to clear. Placing your sheepish gaze on the desk, you quietly slid the sleeve of your shirt that had slipped off, back over your shoulder.

“Come here, little one.”

You glanced at him with apprehensive eyes. He smiled at you warmly, one hand patting his thigh. He waited patiently as you swallowed the jitters. You take your time sliding off the desk and approaching his lap. Turning to take a seat, his hand on your hips stopped you.

“Uh uh.” He negated your action, his other hand coming to rest on your hip as well. He turned you back to face him and slid his thigh between your legs. “Take a seat,” he whispered, gentle hands guiding you down onto your new perch.

You shivered as the cool material of his slacks grazed against your heated core. There was uncertainty sown into your body, feeling dirty as your juices soaked into the material of his pants. Trying not to ruin them, you lifted yourself slightly on trembling legs but the action was short-lived as he pulled you back down harshly.

“Where are you going?” He inquired, nose running along the shell of your ear.

“Nowhere.” You murmured, a shiver running up your spine.

“Good girl.” he hummed the praise, placing a kiss behind your ear. “Now move,” he commanded, hands guiding your hips to grind against the muscle you were seated on. “Use me to get yourself off, little one. I want to feel you soak me with your sweet ambrosia.”

His words made you clench and you pushed down against him involuntarily. You moaned quietly, brows pinching in pleasure. Your core was the steel and his strong thigh the flint that grind together to spark a fire deep inside of you once more. A euphoric haze clouded your mind, giving you the feeling of weightlessness.

Your eyes watched him from beneath your lashes, lids too heavy with pleasure to fully lift. You saw the hunger in him as he clenched his jaw, eyes almost dilated black. The grip on your hips tightened, pushing you harder down against him. Biting your lip, you tried to keep from moaning loudly with each delicious stroke against your clit. The rough material of his pants drenched in your juices created such pleasurable friction, stroking the roaring fire in your belly.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and you knew he could tell by the filthy things he leaned in to whisper in your ear. You clung to each lewd word, core clenching when he would accentuate what he said by tugging your earlobe between his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside your tight cunt, little one.”

You moaned loudly at those words, memories of your previous trysts heavy on your mind; Remembering how well he stretched your walls, stroking the deepest recesses of your womb. Your hips move faster desperately chasing your end while ignoring the burning exhaustion in your thighs.

“That’s it.” He moaned, hands gripping your hips tightly and pressing his thigh harder against your womanhood. “Come for me, little one.”

Blinding white light filled your vision, back arching painfully as your orgasm completely took over. You felt momentarily suspended in time as your body thrashed in his hold. When you came back to your senses, his hands were helping you rut against him, riding out your orgasm. Placing a dainty hand against his shoulder, you pushed, another hand wrapping around one of his wrists as you tried to lift away.

“Uh uh.” He tightened his grip on you and pulled you down hard. “We’re not finished playing.”

You cried out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Hunching over, your hands gripped at his forearms, nails digging in his skin through the fabric. Each time you tried to remove yourself, he pulled your hips down harder.

“Please! I can’t! Please, no more!” You plead hopelessly. Your body couldn’t take much more, your poor, battered clit too sensitive. But he continued, steadfast in his control of your arousal.

“You can take it.” He placed a kiss on your sweat-drenched forehead. “I know you can… you’re a resilient little one.”

You whimpered, shaking your head in denial. Your thighs were shaking hard, painful pleasure shooting from your hooded bud. There was no way you could continue like this, you wanted to cry. Then as if to mock you, the pain began to ebb away and pleasure once more took over. You blinked in disbelief, chest heaving for air.

It was that moment that a freezing dose of reality washed over you both as the sounds of knocking echo through the now deafeningly silent room. Both freezing in place, your large terrified eyes stared at his composed face; the very slight tremble in his eyes betraying his mask of calm.

You jumped upon hearing another knock. Panic sets in as you shot away from him, your mind abuzz with how fucked you were. Your trembling hands clutched your shirt close around you, breathing becoming harder when you start to hyperventilate.

Feeling his hands settle on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. “Relax. Breathe.”

Your eyes widen incredulously. “Relax? H-how when we’ve been caught!?” You whispered back harshly.

“We haven’t been caught yet. But we will be if you don’t get a hold of your emotions.” He stated sternly, his face the picture of calm and collected. “Now, I need you to crawl beneath the desk. Can you do that?”

Trying to gain control of your breaths, you nod, putting your full trust in him.

Returning your nod, he stepped away from you to give you room to squeeze under the desk. Once hidden, you tried to calm your erratic heart; taking deep breaths to help restore calm to your mind.

“Hello? Professor Kim? Are you in?”

Your heart all but stuttered to a stop as you recognized the voice. Oh fuck. You heard Namjoon walk over and let them in.

“I’m sorry to bother you.”

“It’s not a bother, young man.” You heard the professor reply, voice growing closer and signaling he was returning to his seat. A few seconds your suspicions are confirmed, as you hear the wheels of his desk chair behind you. Your ears pick up a second pair of steps before the desk, belonging to the male who’d almost caught the forbidden affair.

Hiding beneath the large desk on all fours, you appreciated how spacious the space beneath was, feeling grateful for not feeling claustrophobic. You covered your mouth, hoping to conceal your ragged breaths as your eyes could just make out the tips of visitor’s shoes from beneath the thin sliver the front panel of the desk allowed.

You lean away, praying he can’t see your fingers, shuffling them back to keep them from sight.

Feeling you bump into his knees, the older man’s eyes narrowed briefly, completely unnoticed by the younger who stood before him. Leaning back in his seat, his hand falls to rest on his thigh before clearing his throat.

“How may I help you...?” He trails off, hoping the young male supplies the missing information.

“Oh! Jimin. Park Jimin, sir.”

“Professor Kim Namjoon. But you seem to already know that.” Jimin nods confirming his conclusion and Namjoon repeats the question from before now that introductions were out of the way.

The younger man scratches the back of his neck as he shuffles from one foot to the other. Biting his lip he seems to think better of having come before sighing as comes to a decision. Eyes turn back to the professor, lips parting as Jimin asks him if he’d seen you.

“Yes, I have.”

The professor replies, eyes looking at the young male inquisitively. Trying to gauge where his mind was at, he could perceive by his body language how uncomfortable he was.

Perking up, the corners of Jimin's lips pulled up slightly, brown eyes lighting up.

“Do you know where she is? I haven’t been able to get a hold of her, so I’m a bit worried.”

“Why would I know where she is?” He tossed back, eyes imperceptibly glancing down to take in the sight of you on full display beneath the desk. He notices you shuffling, trying to find a comfortable position and he spreads his legs, allowing you more space before returning his gaze to the male before him.

“I…” Jimin trails off, unsure of why he felt so intimidated by the man before him. He didn’t know how you were able to sit in his class much less visit his office for help. Chewing the inside of his lip, he mentally chides himself for being so unnerved. Deciding to man up, he voices his thoughts. “I just assumed you might know where she went since this is the last place she said she’d be.”

One of Professor Kim’s hands moves to massage one of your soft globes, giving it a gentle squeeze; a long digit glides between your lips before sinking into your warmth. He feels you squeeze around him, juices leaking when he pulls out before pushing back in slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin’s.

“I’m assuming she’s your girlfriend? Is that why you’re inquiring about her whereabouts?”

The brunette nods back in reply, soft lips parting to explain further. Namjoon can only give him half of his attention, the other half attending to inserting a second digit within your hot walls. His face never betrays the tightness of his imprisoned cock, chained tightly in place by his dark slacks. Pumping his fingers a few times before retracting them from your core. Sneaking one more glance, he watches your entrance clench around nothing, craving more of his touch.

He almost feels pity for the poor soul standing before him. Here he was inquiring after you, unaware of how close you were, enjoying the touch of another. The thought makes a swell of selfish pride bloom in his chest, and it takes a lot to keep it from displaying on his face.

Wiping his wet digits against your skin, he rests an elbow on the arm of his seat. He runs his fingers on the skin beneath his nose, simulating being in thought; all the while inhaling the scent of your sweet warmth. His darkened gaze meets the expectant one of your boyfriend, and he takes a moment to swallow the flood of saliva that had overrun his mouth.

“Mr. Park was it?” He waits for Jimin’s confirmation before continuing. “Mr. Park, I am here to teach youth like yourself, not babysit. If you’ve misplaced your girlfriend, then I suggest you look elsewhere. I have unfinished business to attend to if you don’t mind.” Strong gaze not leaving room for any more conversation.

The younger man’s gaze lands on the ground before him, feeling like a child who’d been scolded by his parents. A part of him felt frustrated, hating how little Namjoon made him feel. Clenching his jaw—thinking better of causing you any trouble with your professor—he slowly nods, a quiet apology leaving his lips before swiftly making his way out of the room.

Standing from his seat, Namjoon calmly makes his way to lock the door, leaving no room for another interruption. Stuffing one of his hands in his pocket, he contemplates the severity of the situation. The carelessness he’d shown moments before Jimin's intrusion. This was a dangerous game, one he knew better than to have become entangled in. But now that he’d tested the waters he couldn’t help but give in to lustful sin of the flesh and his greed to claim you.

The sound of something banging against wood breaks him out of his reverie. Remembering you were still in the room, he returns to his desk. A battle raging within him, clarity beginning to settle with every step he came closer to you. This had to end. He would not sacrifice his life’s work for some young pussy.

He had every intention of voicing his decision until his eyes landed on you. Your small form sitting on your knees, one of your hands clenching your shirt closed at your sternum as the other clutched your skirt and undergarments. Your large eyes make contact with his sharp gaze, holding it as you search for reassurance of your boyfriend’s exit.

“He’s gone.”

He sees you visibly relax as you release a deep sigh. Standing on shaky legs, apologies nervously tumble from your trembling lips. And he can’t help the way his jaw clenches and his gaze darkens as the younger man’s name escapes your mouth. Shooting out a hand he clutches your wrist, stopping you from attempting to fix your appearance. He can see the question in your sweet gaze, and it makes his balls ache; only fueling the conclusion that he was a depraved man.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I, um should get going, no...? I mean, he’s looking for me.”

“So?”

You seem to become speechless, unable to form a proper response, so he continues.

“You didn’t seem to care when I was knuckle deep, stroking your walls with my fingers.”

“That’s not fair! I couldn’t exactly tell you to stop in front of him.” An indignant look on your pretty face, small hands clenched at your sides. The sudden image of those same small hands wrapped around his thick member raises his heart rate and pumps more blood in the straining bulge in his pants.

Shaking free of the fantasy, he counters adamantly, “You can lie all you want but that sweet cunt of yours can’t lie to me. It squeezed my fingers so tight, greedily begging for more attention; dripping with every curve of my finger. Did you enjoy that I was touching you, knowing he was here?”

“Don’t.”

His eyes follow the way you swallow hard.

“Did little miss innocent, wish it were my cock instead? Taking you in front of him?”

His ever-watchful gaze catches your thighs clenching, face flushing in shame and lust, contradicting your whisper of “Please don’t.”

“I did.” His confession cuts through the charged air.

Dark almond-eyes meet your bewildered gaze, unwavering in his declaration.

“I wanted to fuck you in front of him. Show him the face you make when a real man satisfies your needs. I desired nothing more than for him to see the way you beg for my cock... how that innocent mouth of yours swallows my seed—never spilling a drop.”

He takes a tentative step toward you, observing if you’d take off or not. A useless thing to do, because he knew you wouldn’t. He could tell the moment your grip loosened and dropped your clothing. Your shirt barely covers your torso as it lay open over the valley of your breasts.

“A boy like him could never fill you the way a man like me could.” He steps in closer, now invading your personal space. Circling you, he brushes your hair off your shoulder and places a light kiss on the smooth skin. Stopping behind you, he buries his nose in your hair getting lost in the scent of your honey shampoo. His arms wrap around your waist, leading you back against him. “I will carve my name into your walls with my cock so that everyone knows I’m the only man able to bring you this much pleasure. Is that what you want?” Slowly, and deliberately with each word he grinds his clothed member against your ass.

You release a single sinful moan, and it's enough for the chain on his self-control to finally snap; gripping your hair tightly, he roughly bends you over his desk. His ears pick up your shocked gasp, but his mind is too far gone to care.

Large hands fondle at the soft globes of your backside, waiting as your breath evens out moments before a loud smack of hand on flesh vibrates through the air. His eyes drink in the way the meat of your cheek jiggles as he repeats the action once more, adoring every whimper that slips from you. Lifting and dropping the weight of his palm on the other cheek, he bites back a growl when finally instead of a cry, a moan rips out of you.

Spanking your reddened cheek once more, he uses his other hand to unbutton his slacks and finally loosen the zippered prison suffocating his manhood. Untucking his shirt, he pushes his pants down around the top of his thighs, palming himself through the underwear still adorning his hips. Damn, even something this simple was driving his senses crazy, the wet spot growing in size when he grips his member.

From his peripheral, he catches you turning your head to look back at him. Your eyes immediately focus on the hand trying to relieve himself of some of the pressure that had built up. The way you eat him up with just your gaze, makes his ego swell and his thumbs hook into his briefs; sliding them down to join his trousers, cock springing to smack against his clothed abdomen.

His eyes zero in on your teeth tugging your bottom lip into your mouth, before moving his attention to your weeping core, your juices leaking and landing on the wooden floor of his office. Shifting his gaze back to your perspired face, he wraps one large hand around himself and watches the way you abuse your bottom lip further.

“Hungry for cock, little girl?” He strokes himself, giving himself relief, as the whine that leaves your pouty lips strokes his pride. Once more he strokes himself, not at all embarrassed by the fact that you can see the head of his cock weeping to be inside of you.

The look in your glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks tells him all he needs to know but he wants more. He needs to hear you say it, needs to hear you beg for him to take you. No matter how enticing you look, standing on the tips of your toes and swaying your core for him, he will withhold until he hears you beg.

Taking a step to close the space between you, he uses his hold on his member to smack your ass. You arch at the heavy weight of his manhood landing on the soft flesh of your cheek and he glides his free hand down your back, pushing your shirt up your back to reveal more of the soft skin beneath. Bending over you, he lands a few open mouth kisses onto the newly revealed flesh. Tongue lapping sensually, before he sucks the skin into his mouth harshly.

You mewl pushing back against him, pulling a groan from him as you push against his cock, cushioning it between your cheeks. Standing tall once more, he places his hands on either side of your soft ass cheeks. Pushing them together, his hips push forward delighting in the satisfying friction you provided.

He could feel you try to angle higher, desperately seeking to feel him elsewhere but he would not relent. With a smirk on his lips, he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, slotting himself between your lips, teasingly prodding your hooded bud with the head of his erection. A cry of frustration meets his ears, choosing to ignore it he wiggles his hips against you, rubbing against your heated, moist core.

“Please...” a watery plea fills the heated air between you.

Heart skipping a beat, he takes a moment to moisten his lips, hands sliding to caress your hips. “Please what?” His fingers rubbing soothing circles into your flesh, trying to coax the words out of you. “You need to tell me what you want so that I can give it to you.” His voice takes on a comforting tone.

“Please… I need you inside me,” you whisper, hands curling into fists at either side of your head.

“I can’t hear you, little girl.” Namjoon pulls back slightly to circle your hole with his shaft. “Only those who speak up get what they desire.”

Silence reigns in the large office, as he waits patiently for your answer. He removes himself from you slowly, deciding to change tactics. If he couldn’t persuade you with his touch then he would deny you it completely.

And it was then you pushed yourself up, turning desperate eyes to search for him. One dainty hand shooting out to grip at the sleeve of his shirt, tugging him closer. “Please! Please don’t!” you frantically beg. “I need you inside me! Professor Kim please fuck me!”

When he blinked, you were bent over the desk, one hand wrapped tightly in your silken strands and cock buried deep inside of you. A wanton moan clawing its way out of your throat, your walls squeezing him so hard as if they were trying to milk him right then and there. Taking a few calming breaths, he clenches his eyes shut trying to regain control over his baser instincts.

Fuck, you felt amazing around him. He’d had you many times and yet he couldn’t get enough, he was like a starved wolf, you his prey. He knew he would never tire of getting lost within you. And that should’ve been enough to worry him, to get him to stop this illicit affair; this forbidden relationship between teacher and student. But he was not the strong man he thought himself to be. A few heated looks from your large doe eyes, and a couple of lewd words out of that innocent mouth of yours and he’s lost in the pure, unadulterated desire to conquer your pussy.

“There’s something about a virtuos little mouth saying such filthy things that makes me want to fuck you raw.” He grinds his hips, burrowing himself deeper within you. “Let me remind you who this cunt belongs to.” He growls, pulling back before snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside again, pushing a cry out of you.

Licking his lips he moans quietly, setting a hard pace. Plunging into you roughly, one hand gripping your hip as the other tugs on your hair. The lewd sounds of your sexes meeting and your arousal gushing out with each plunge spurring his need on.

As if those weren’t enough, you were babbling in between moans, words almost incoherent stroking his ego and turning him on even more. The sounds you make are almost angelic to his ears, each moan growing in volume with every thrust.

“Professor please, please, please” You plead uselessly as he pounds into your warmth. Your hands searching blindly for a place to find purchase before uselessly clenching by your head.

“Please what, little one? What do you want?”

Your next words take him completely by surprise, and he knows once you’ve left you’ll feel mortified for having uttered them.

“Please! Stuff me full of your cum!”

It takes every inch of self control he has to not empty himself right then and there. Although successful he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Pulling out of you, he pulls you to stand by your hair and turns you around. Hand wrapping around your neck he draws you close to place the lightest kiss on your lips. Hooking an arm around your waist, he effortlessly lifts your small form to sit at the edge of his desk.

Leaning in, he presses his forehead against yours, centimeters separating your lips. Laying a hand on your pubic bone, he lazily flicks your clit with his thumb. Placing a kiss on your lips, the hand around your throat gently tightens, squeezing a soft moan out of you.

A small grin curls Namjoon’s lips as he rubs them against yours. “You want me to stuff this little cunt?”

The way you dreamily nod your affirmation, large eyes glazed over in arousal, has him press harder down on your bud. Your lips part in a silent cry as the grasp on your throat impedes anything more.

He aligns himself at your entrance, but doesn’t push in. Instead he rubs tight circles against your bundle of nerves harder, gaze shifting to the pool of arousal on his desk. Swallowing the influx of saliva, he returns his gaze to you.

“Are you sure, little one?”

“Yes, please.“ Your eyes meet as you give him verbal confirmation.

Not another word is exchanged, as he embeds himself to the hilt within your welcoming walls. He picks his rough pace up once more, spearing into your womb with desperation. All the while, his face maintained it’s cool facade.

Relieving your clit of his rough touch, he lifts his hand and shoves it into your hair. Wrapping your strands tightly around his fingers, and pressing the digits of his opposing hand down on your pulse he crashes your mouth on his. Tongue shoving its way into your mouth to play and press against your own, teeth clicking as they crashed against one another.

He growls into the sloppy kiss as he feels your walls begin to stutter around him. Breaking the kiss, he releases his grasp on your hair and guides you onto your back with the grasp he has on your throat. His other hand returns to its previous location on your pelvis, immediately setting about abusing your bundle of nerves.

His dark eyes feast on your small form, spread open for him, taking in how your cunt sheathes him over and over. Your back arching off the wooden surface as your shoulders are pinned down by his hold on you. He can feel himself drawing closer with each shallow gasp, and cry that escapes you. His balls tightening as he spears into you faster, he pressed his thumb furiously against your clit wanting you to cream around his hard cock, your walls milking him for what you desired most.

“Cum for me, little one. Drench me in your sweet nectar,” he growls, perspiration dropping from his chin and landing on your abdomen. Thumb swiping roughly over your clit, pushing you over the edge as you tighten around him. “That’s right, let go. Milk me dry, you greedy little girl.” His hand releases your throat as your walls expand around him hands gripping your hips so tight he would later worry if he’d left marks, as he thrusts twice before sheathing himself fully into your hot cunt, and all sound ceases to exist the moment he reaches his peak; cock twitching as he spills his seed deep within you, a guttural groan leaving his lips. Aftershocks shoot up his spine like a tree branching out pleasure to every corner of his body.

He flinches, feeling the lightest touch of your fingers trace of his sweat-covered cheek. His senses slowly return to him, as his eyes flutter open to take in your angelic form. Face dewy with perspiration, large eyes roaming over his face and a gentle smile on your soft lips.

The final sense to return is sound when he hears you whisper his name warmly. It makes his heart skip a beat, as he places his palms on either side of your waist, leaning his weight forward to catch his breath. His eyes roam over you, checking to make sure you’re alright. He sees the beginning of bruises around your hips and brushes his fingers soothingly over them. His eyes slide up to your neck, and he thanks his lucky stars there were none around your neck.

Done with his assessment, he begins to shuffle back, a shiver runs up his back as his softened member slips out of your warm entrance. He pulls his briefs and slacks up, quickly tucking his shirt in before zipping and buttoning himself into his previously composed state.

Brushing a hand through his hair, he leans down and picks up your discarded clothing. He gently helps you redress as you sit up on the edge of the desk. Placing soft kisses along your neck and forehead, quiet praises spilling from his lips as he tries to ensure you’re alright. He had not meant for things to go as far as they had, but the sight of your boyfriend had hit a nerve. He’d known about your relationship, long before your first encounter but it was easy to forget about someone he’d never spoken a single word to before, nevermind never interacted with.

“Are you hurting anywhere?” He asks, seeking reassurance from you. His eyes could only take so much into account.

“I’m fine. I promise.” Your words dispelling his worries, as you cup his cheek comfortingly.

He nods, turning to place a kiss in your warm palm before pulling away; allowing you room to slip off the wooden surface. He watches you straighten your clothing, and run your fingers through your tangled strands, trying to make yourself look presentable.

He hears you clear your throat, as you walk over to pick your bag up. You turn to look at him, and he can read your suddenly awkward body language, something he’s grown used to after each of your visits. Biting your lip, you clear your throat again. “I’ll be going now. I’ve got to catch up with…”

His jaw clenched at the reminder of your boyfriend, and he wonders if his face reveals his annoyance as you trail off mid sentence. Lifting his chin proudly, a scowl in his dark eyes as he looks down at you shifting uncomfortably.

“You're still stuffed full of my cum, correct?”

You nod, fingers fiddled with the edge of your skirt as you stared at the ground.

“Good. I want you to keep it all inside of you while you’re with him.”

Your wide eyes shoot up to his own in incredulity. He sees your lips part and cuts you off before you can say a single word.

“I’ll be seeing you, for your next tutoring session.” He turns, walking behind his desk and reorganizing the mess on the it’s wooden surface. “You may leave now.” He looks up at your bewildered form, while he stacks a few of the books that had fallen on the ground.

His eyes follow your every move as you nod slowly, and carefully make your way to the entrance of his office. Unlocking the door, you swing it open and turn back to glance at him.

“Professor.”

“Seat 287.”

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the light keeper’s daughter | jhs (m)

A/N: written as fulfillment for the july house games at @bangtansorciere ❂ To The Lighthouse ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Bee @inkedtae through @bangtansorciere AU Type: Trident’s Tides (soulmates) Themes: God/Goddess (goddess reader); Secret Relationship Kinks: clit biting; pain kink; size kink; masturbation; degradation; overstimulation; dirty talk; cum play; panty sniffing

↝ Creative Content Contributor: @jamaisjoons for this incredible banner. its literally so stunning ;~; ↝ Pairing: Lighthouse Keeper!Hoseok x Goddess of Light!Reader (oc; female) ↝ Genre: soulmate au; secret relationship au; gods/goddess au; mentions of an arranged marriage; heavy angst; smut; romance; pining ↝ Rating: NC-17 | 18+ ↝ Summary: For years, you’ve kept your relationship with Hoseok a secret. As the daughter of the God of Light, you are destined to marry anyone who slays the beast in the Gloaming Isles in your honor. When that day finally comes, you go to Hoseok to tell him your relationship must end and you are set to be married. One last time, Hoseok reminds you no one will love you as eternally, as enduringly, as he. ↝ Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; pregnancy; unprotected sex; creampie; masturbation; clit biting; oral sex (f receiving); pain kink; size kink; overstimulation; light degradation; a brief handjob; impreg kink; dirty talk; cum play; panty sniffing; crying; biting; marking; scratching; brief mentions of blood ↝ Word Count: 14.7K ↝ special thank you to @softyoongiionly and @kithtaehyung for reading through this and being amazing betas! if there are any mistakes left over they are absolutely my own and the fact that 98% of this was written while sprinting owo

Looking at Hoseok, you think, is exactly like being struck by lightning. Which is to say, every time, all the time, looking at Hoseok means you feel him everywhere, all over and all at once.

Inside the lighthouse, there is no escaping him.

Pressing your back against the rough concrete of the small light room, you tilt your head to the side as the totality of Hoseok’s warmth, ardor, and fidelity blossoms over you. He flowers deep in the nodes of your lungs, your breath constricted as you take him in, studying the curve of his lips, the slope of his nose, the way he wears the night as though he is the stars.

In the distance, waves rush to the shore, kissing the land with the same enthusiasm you wish to be kissing him, only to pull away from land; the water shy, anxious of the earth’s response to its affections. Over and over, the sea rolls like thunder. Every now and then, the light that spins overhead refracts downward, illuminating the blood that has rushed to his cheeks. Flushed, his lips part as he processes the words you have just told him, all red and red and red with understanding.

As though he is burning, as though you are not burning for him, your hands clinging tightly to your skirts as you hold your knees against your chest. It should be utterly unfair, you think, for him to appear so beautiful, so exquisite, even as he remains painfully stricken by your words. The searing ache in your chest germinates alongside your love, mind racing with the apologies he deserves. Your bones tremble with the force of remaining still, prepared to reach out and hold his face and tell him it was a lie. You want to smile for him, want to tease him, want to say you’d been terribly silly and that such jokes are best kept for nights when the sky is not clouded, not cold, and instead warmed by your shared rapture.

How you would like to give him all the kindest, all the softest, words in the world.

‘It can’t be true.’

He’s said this twice, the disbelief in his voice only just winning out against the grief. Hoseok repeats it again, taking a step towards you, eyes cast down to where you have slunk in shame and sadness. Hands limp at his sides, his fingers quake, torn between balling his hands into fists or running through his hair, their resting place for his worry. Deciding on neither, he simply stands tall and stoic, appearing so small in the light that cascades around the room.

You’d glow for him if you could, if you felt like you deserved to illuminate any part of him at all.

Looking away from his woefully dejected expression, you turn your attention to the small gap in the wall beside you. A window once blocked the wind - stained glass, exquisite. It shattered during a storm, on a night when he pressed himself so deep inside you traces of his essence lingered on your tongue. He was deep enough it hurt, rolling into you with enthusiastic vigor. Tonight, the breeze smells of low tide, acrid in the back of your nose and sour, just like your mood.

‘We knew this would happen,’ is your quiet reply.

A weak and pathetic excuse, you hate the words even as you say them. Shameful, you think with a grimace, to have pretended that you could have a happy ending, that convincing your father would have been simple. The lies you told yourself and Hoseok, the platitudes that fell from your lips to comfort him, turn on your now, betrayals stacked against you that weigh heavily your judgement. You’ve been childish, so childish, to assume you could have ever been happy.

Hoseok shakes his head, refusing to accept your answer. All fury and rage, he comes to stand before you and lowers to his knees, demanding you look at him. His presence is a live wire, the heat and energy from his skin is vital, a pull against yours that makes you regard him once more, confronted by his enduring beauty. Flooding your vision, he is all you see, all you can fathom, your world beginning and ending with his pleading eyes.

‘But it’s been years,’ he argues, the high pitched tone of his voice wavering and taught with emotion. He’s older than you, physically, but at this moment he has never been so young, so small, so gloriously human. ‘Centuries even. It’s unfair to you.’

A huff of breath rushes through your nose, your scoff ripe with bitterness. ‘Someone finally slayed the Sydral, as archaic as this ritual actually is. My father said I should have always expected it.’

‘And so now…’ Hoseok’s voice drifts, falling back onto his knees crestfallen. The corner of his lips drop into the beginnings of a deep frown, all manner and will to fight rapidly dissipating.

‘I have to marry them,’ you nod, answering his unspoken question.

For a long while, you hold his gaze, allowing yourself to get lost in the umber of his irises and missing the mirth that usually ignites their sparkle. It is just his breath that cascades over your skin, just the waves that rush beyond the light room, just the world that seems to turn onward, without you, time passing without either of you truly acknowledging it. In this silence, you see your history, your every moment spent with him: the day you met; the day he could not help himself any longer and kissed you soundly, without restraint; the first moment you told him you loved him; the first moment he said he needed you; the plastic ring he won at the pier arcade - extraordinary in all its ugliness - and the gentle, reverent, way he slid it over your finger, calling it a promise of fidelity.

In Hoseok, you see it all.

Similarly, he drowns in you, the pink of his cheeks deepening to rose with each passing breath. Posture falling slack, the strap of his ride suspender slips from his shoulder, the collar of his linen shirt loosening with the lack of restraint. A sliver of his collarbone becomes exposed, golden and rich, a tantalizing patch of skin you would caress and kiss if only the circumstances had been different. You wonder idly what he remembers of you, what he sees in your own dispirited expression. You wonder if he remembers the way he loved you, the way he loved you beyond your light and into your darkness.

You wonder if he remembers the way he ate your shadows - with his whole mouth, with fervor, with pride. You wonder if he remembers the way you devoured him just the same.

‘This is ridiculous,’ he announces, finally. Turning to look out the window, he regards the sky solemnly, the curve of his profile imposing in its majesty. Eyes narrowed, it is the harshest he has ever looked, devoid of forgiveness. ‘It’s supposed to be me.’

Swiftly, you shake your head, adamant in your disagreement. You reach for him, leaning forward to rest your hand against his chest, against his heart where it thunders in his sternum. Warmth from his skin radiates into your blood, taking root between your joints. Hoseok worms his way into pieces of your spirit long left abandoned, and you swallow thickly, wondering if such affection as this is normal, if it’s always this way.

‘I’d never have let you.’ Your dispute is biting, sharp enough Hoseok turns his eyes back to you, jaw clenched and tight with silent fury. ‘You’re human. It would have killed you. And then where would I be?’

‘You’d be sitting where I am,’ he argues, emphatic.

Reaching for your hand where it rests, he covers it with his own, lifting it slightly to twine his fingers with yours. Unable to help himself, he inches closer, running his thumb over your knuckles and sending shivers along your nerves. Like always, his touch is a wildfire, the electric kinetic energy needed to set you aglow. Your mind swims with him the same way your body becomes whelmed by his devotion, but he does not let himself become distracted.

‘Do you even understand?’ Voice little more than a whisper, Hoseok’s gaze is penetrating, a bite to his veneration that demands your complete attention. Tilting his head to the side, he continues. ‘You think I wouldn’t die for you?’

You squeeze his hand with tenacity, acknowledging his sentiment, but he does not see all the things you have witnessed. He does not know the true menace of the Sydral, does not know its tricks, its many heads, its speed, its cunning; Hoseok would die for you, and death would find him quickly.

Instead, you offer him a small smile, one that is so fragile and close to breaking. Hoseok’s intensity burns within your chest, transforming his softness into the valor of a man that leaves you breathless. Salvaging your own strength, you lower your gaze to the white collar of his shirt, to the soft linen and the expanse of his throat where he swallows. This you can regard with pleasure, can regard without fearing you may shatter.

And so you smile, finding the will to fight him once more. ‘The problem,’ you begin, hoping the earnestness of your smile is enough to cool the rage that boils in his throat, ‘is that I know you would. And I would live my life alone, married to him while knowing you are gone. Would you really condemn me to such misery? My darling, I would die to keep you safe.’

This feels like anguish; this feels like dying, you think to yourself, growing ever more despondent the longer you feel Hoseok pleading with the emptiness that lurks behind your eyes. You can’t bear to face him, not when the tightness in your throat becomes a threat, tears lingering on the precipice of spilling. Every time his gaze meets yours it is brutal in its honesty, violent in the way your love and lust tumbles so completely into grief.

‘How long?’ he manages, breathing life to the very question you’d been hoping to avoid.

Your future is still so far away, distant enough it makes this moment, and every moment to follow, heavy with the pain of imagination. Still, you’ve never been able to deny him anything.

Once more, you turn to view the window, regarding it with a vacant expression as though you are regarding time itself. ‘You know this is the last time I can see you.’

‘I know,’ he bites out, unwilling to let you dodge the answer. ‘I mean how long until...you’re not mine anymore.’

‘That’s...not possible,’ you offer gently, casting him a solemn, detached grin. ‘I am always going to be yours. Even when I’m in his bed, even when I’m thousands of miles away, even in death, I am yours.’

Hoseok pulls you against him, compelling your complete attention. Eyes wide, you study his face - the resolution of his passion fierce enough to be an earthquake against your sternum, a collision of meeting worlds. His arm winds itself around your waist while he still clutches your hand, the strength of his grip stinging against your knuckles. You tremble against his powerful frame, inhaling the deep scent of cedar and ambergris that always clings to him, the salt of the ocean that lingers on his skin, the dust that has saturated his shirt from the lighthouse, and you; your vanilla and lemon, the brightness of your own natural scent that emanates from your light and always seems to find him, not unlike rays of the sun.

Your mouth waters at this closeness, his own eyes darkened to a rich black as he studies you seriously. You’ve wounded him - worse, you’ve denied him - and he presses the tips of his fingers into the soft muscles of your back, ensuring you cannot leave him. Not until he is ready to let you go.

‘You know what I mean,’ he breathes, words lowered to a hiss. If he were a vengeful sort of man, he would be full of venom. Instead, there is only remorse in his insistence.

Closing your eyes, you sigh. ‘Months, most likely. Tomorrow the rituals begin - the seven days feast, the Fate Tying, the Blood Gathering.’

When you look at him again, your lower lip begins to quake. Saying the words makes it all feel immediate, tangible, as though your father stands in the dark corners of the light room casting his judgements. You almost feel him there, his presence always so sinister for a man blessed to command the light; he resides in the silent places, giving birth to shadows, prepared to pull you from bliss at a moment's notice.

‘All this pomp and circumstance from eras bygone,’ you continue, grounding yourself in the firmness of Hoseok’s arms and chest. The bones of his knees press into your thighs; your hand caught between your twin heartbeats; you immerse yourself in the pain of this connection and remind yourself it hurts because he was always meant to be yours. ‘It’s been centuries since a goddess has been married off, and yet somehow I’m the first for such a sentence. The wedding won’t be for at least five months.’

‘Then we have time.’ Hope saturates his words, his hold on you growing ever more unyielding. ‘You can still come to me, we can still see each other,’ he explains quickly, speaking in a rush. ‘No one will have to know.’

Biting your lips, you raise your hand to the soft strands of his hair, carding your fingers through it. All silk and satin, you relish the texture as his desperation soaks into your pores.

‘I wish that could be true.’ Even as you speak, you focus on his hair, committing these small details to memory. The curve of his bang in the center of his forehead, the deep amber and dark sienna and all the golden highlights that come to life in the daylight, the way all of him, every piece, is soft enough to break you. Yes, you focus on it all. ‘All the Old Gods will be gathering in Teylim. There will be more eyes on me than ever before. Ladies coming to fuss over my hair, my clothes, the oils I wear; men worshiping Daeus like he’s some kind of king when, really, he’s just lucky enough to be half of a god. I won’t be able to get away.’

Hoseok’s eyes roam your face, wild and storming, waiting for you to amend your answer. When you do not speak, his brow furrows and he exhales, a small whimper released from the center of his breaking heart. ‘So this is it, then? This is really it?’

‘I’m so sorry,’ you whisper, moving your hand from his hair to cup his cheek.

He presses himself into your touch, turning just slightly to kiss delicately at your palm. The sweetness of his tenderness splinters the last of your courage, the tears you’ve so valiantly held back starting to burn as they spill over to your cheeks.

‘I wish it could be different,’ you plead - with everyone and no one at all. ‘I wish for it everyday. Hoseok, I can’t -’ Distraught, you choke on your own words, and Hoseok pulls you firmly against him, resting your head against his shoulder. ‘I can’t breathe without you. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this.’

Hoseok says nothing at all as you dampen his shirt, tears spilling into the linen as you struggle not to collapse against him completely. When you are finally alone, you will succumb to the sorrow that has learned to occupy every chamber of your heart. When you are finally alone, you will eat the spirit of rage with teeth and fangs, and you will let the darkness have you, refusing to let the light erupt from your skin. But for now, you let the tears arrive of their own accord, aware that you are suddenly too sad to even weep, tears dripping into his shirt as means to remain a part of him.

Against you, Hoseok’s breath becomes uneven, his own shoulders shuddering as he minds his own heroism, fighting back his own tears. He quivers against you, his stuttering breath exhaled through his nose as he maintains his composure. The light room becomes almost too quiet, the blood rushing your ears drowning out the sound of the sea, narrowing your focus to just the shared heat between your bodies. You inch closer, removing any space that could exist between you, extinguishing any oxygen that would dare to separate you from him. What you would give for a thunderstorm, any sound at all to give life to the end of love, to the start of the war of loving.

Unable to stomach the quiet any longer, your mind seems to become unhinged. All the tiny, miserable little thoughts Hoseok’s love kept locked away worm their way past your lips, erupting to life as though your heartbreak has given them permission to persecute you.

‘I wish you never found me,’ you mumble, almost incoherent. Your tongue fumbles with the words, caught between weeping and speaking, making a mess of so much more than just his shirt. ‘I wish you never saw me. I could love you like that, on my own, from a distance. I could be strong enough to move through life not knowing you, loving only the idea of you. You’re so much more than anything my mind could have fabricated out of childish desire. The reality of you is heaven. And now, I’m hurting you. I should die for such a transgression.’

‘Don’t say that.’ Hoseok pulls, easing you back and lifting both his hands to cup your face. Briefly you mourn the loss of his fingers and knuckles so rough against yours, but cradled between his palms, your skin tingles, making a festival out of this contact and celebrating the nuance of his fingerprints. He looks down into you, deep enough you feel him taking root in the center of your belly. You love him most when he looks like this - fierce and unforgiving - and you cannot help the way your body responds, aroused simply by the passion of him. ‘Don’t you dare wish that,’ he commands, voice thick. ‘The day we met was the day my life started.’

‘But...’ you struggle to find the words, drifting off with the implication that, now, his life is surely ending.

‘I don’t want to know who I would be without you.’ Hoseok takes his time as he speaks, an art you cannot comprehend.

Behind his eyes, his mind races, words living and dying before they can reach his tongue. He has so much to say, so many more promises to make, so many more words of affirmation he’d like to give you. You see them all, recognize them all - for they mirror yours, are born from your own likeness; you know them all so well, you feel as though you could reach out and touch them.

‘I can’t fathom it, I won’t even consider it.’ Shaking his head, he denies this completely, holding onto your stare with a fixation that borders on zealous. ‘You came to me, and it felt like I could breathe. You came to me, and I felt like myself. Loving you makes me better, loving you is partly why I am alive.’

It’s difficult to swallow around the lump in your throat, its size and prowess growing ever larger in the wake of his words. In the oncoming quiet, you wish he hadn’t said it, wish he hadn’t reminded you of the way you the oncoming storm of his presence before you met him. One look at him and you had seen it all, a life designed by the Fates - marriage, children, hope, happiness. In death he’d have joined you in Teylim, youthful, young, yours. With eternity before you, you’d bask in the rapture and the joyful silliness that comes with forever.

He felt it, too, saw it in your eyes. On your fourth meeting, he held you against him and promised you his life.

‘I will put my child in your belly,’ he announced, deliberate in the way he enunciated his words. You waited for the shock of such an exclamation to overtake you, but it never came. ‘I can’t explain it,’ he chuckled, amused by his own enthusiasm, ‘but I’m certain of it. I see my unborn children in your eyes. I think this is what the elders mean when they say there is always a plan, and you will always know it the moment you find it. I’m so certain my whole life is tied to yours.’

The memory burns within your mind, a scorch of greed mixing immediately with longing. You wish the fire of it would incinerate it to ash, that it would vanish altogether before the Fate Tying. You can handle all of these frivolous little rituals, sure of yourself and your own strength, but the Fate Tying means to unmake you. At just the thought, your stomach begins to sink.

You will sit, hands clasped on your amber throne with the sunlight seeking your hair, your cheeks, your lips; Daeus will smile, wrapped in oak and evergreen, in the earth that flourishes beneath your light; and you will weep, watching as the Moirai unstitch your soul from Hoseok’s, peeling it apart inch by horrible inch, to thread it with the ugliness of Daeus’ strands. You will wonder, mouth dry and eyes wet, why the Moirai would bother making a man for you, would bother weaving your spirits together, only to unravel the work they had done, the love you had found.

The movement of Hoseok’s gentle caress, pads of his thumbs running across the bones of your cheeks, returns you to the present moment. Once more he whimpers, doing his best to keep you grounded with him, unwilling to lose you before he absolutely must. Digging your nails into his shoulder as you grab fistfuls of his shirt, you wallow with him, knowing that, just like him, you don’t know who you would have become without him.

‘What do we do?’ you manage, reduced to a more pathetic version of yourself as you plead with him. Anyone else, and you’d be ashamed to appear so weak. ‘How do I do this?’

‘I don’t know,’ is all he can provide. ‘I don’t know.’

‘Promise me -’ You cut yourself off, not entirely certain where the idea comes from, what part of you would willingly propose such a request, the meaning of what you had intended to say catching up to your mind the moment you heard your own voice. Hoseok waits patiently, and you lower your gaze to the curvature of his lips, wanting to kiss and kiss and kiss him, knowing your next words will scar you both. ‘Promise me you’ll find someone else. Promise me you’ll be happy.’

Without any hesitation, he scoffs, dismissing the idea altogether. ‘Don’t ask me to tell a lie.’

‘I can’t, Hoseok.’ Now, it is your turn to hold his face, cupping his cheeks with veneration. Mind reeling, you envision it, certain you could take it. You are certain you would die for less. ‘I can’t do this if I spend my life knowing you’ll be unhappy. I can’t do this knowing you’re alone.’

Slowly, gently, Hoseok lets the tip of his nose press against yours, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth. Breath a deluge down and over your lips and skin, he somehow finds it within himself to smile, empty of all amusement.

‘It’s so unfair of you to expect that I could be happy with anyone but you,’ he chastises. ‘I’d rather be alone, utterly and completely, than to be lonely with someone. They deserve better than someone who is with them out of loyalty to another person - a promise kept to the person they truly love.’

His rejection and refusal of your plea inspires a thrill in the pit of your stomach, all manner of possessive pleasure coursing through your veins. How easily he turns you into a selfish woman, how quickly his promises of fidelity make you lose all sight of strength and future vision. What sort of man is Hoseok that he should have such dominion over you, you think to yourself. But then, you know. You know as you have always known: Hoseok is your man, your lover, your soul.

Stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, just as he had done, reverently, adoringly, you bite your lip and feel your exhale shake. ‘So what will you do?’

‘I’ll do as I’ve always done,’ he shrugs, as though the very thought is not a bruise within his ribs. ‘I’ll keep the lighthouse. Every night, I’ll let the beacon burn, and keep the light on. Even on clear days, I will let the light shine.’ Hoseok smiles as he says this, the first real smile he has managed since he saw you on the shore this evening, waiting, just like always. ‘When you’re up there, perhaps you will see the light.’

He shifts his gaze to the roof of the light house, looking up and beyond, past the clouds, up to the seat of the gods. Furrowing his brow, he hardens his jaw just slightly, eyes turning dark as he demands your father witness him.

When he looks at you again, he is a changed man - a boy trapped in the throes of love, and a man on the verge of letting himself perish.

‘Maybe up there,’ he murmurs, ‘you will see my light and know that I’m burning for you, just as I’ve always been. I’ll continue to love you. I’ll be good, I’ll be pious, and maybe when I die we will meet in Teylim and even in death I’ll watch you, staying close to your light like a bird in flight.’

‘Hoseok.’ The quiver of your bottom lip disrupts the cadence of his name, besmirching it to little more than a sob.

Sucking air through his teeth, Hoseok leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes fall shut. At such close proximity, you study the almost feminine length of his eyelashes, the pores of his skin, and wonder who or what god or demon you could barter with to stay inside him forever.

‘You’re supposed to be mine,’ he whimpers, the sadness welling up in him like a mountain. ‘You are mine, but…I will always be yours. Even when they untie us, I’ll be yours. They can’t thread me with anyone else. I don’t think my soul will allow it.’

Unable to sustain it any longer, your desire for him rises to a swell, erupting beside your sorrow - just as fervent, and even more unyielding. His words are a comfort, an echo you will revisit over and over when you have long departed, but your skin has learned how to ache for his touch, learned how to anticipate the way he moves over you like water, and you need it. You need him.

The rest of your pitiful existence looms out before you, days and months and centuries passing without Hoseok to hold you and keep you, and you despise the very notion of it. You rebuke it, refusing to let yourself continue on without knowing how it feels to have him. Tonight, you do not want him as your lover.

Tonight, you want him as your husband.

‘Kiss me,’ you announce, guiding his forehead away from yours, skin prickling with the lack of his warmth. ‘Kiss me like it’s our wedding. I -’ The tightness of your voice steals your breath, words hot and heavy in your mouth as you say them. ‘I want to know what a marriage bed truly feels like. I want to know what our marriage bed would be like.’

Mad with an unbearable passion, no longer contained, Hoseok heeds your words and lets his tongue wander over the seam of your lips. You cling to him, clutching what you can of his shape, his body, and you sigh in woeful euphoria, granting him unspoken entry to the recesses of your mouth - but he does not enter. Your lover has always been disobedient, reckless in the evening when your skin and your lips and your heart are presented to him, and tonight he is no different. Tonight, he scorns the hour, taking his time as he traces over your cupid’s bow with his tongue, rendering the turn of the earth meaningless. The heat of his breath tickles your skin, a cascade in which you luxuriate, and your eyes, blurred by the urgency of your desire, lose all sense of your surroundings until there is only Hoseok.

Hoseok - on you, around you, all over you, the rain and the wind all at once.

Only when he has had his fill of your lips does he press the whole of his mouth against yours, sucking languidly at your bottom lip. Skin growing tight, you keen into his kiss, consumed by greed. Slowly, he moves his hands down and down, letting his fingers trace indeterminate lines over your cheeks, your jaw, your bones until they rest at your neck. With his palm over your pulse, he holds you still, his touch a fever, his touch the sun, radiating deep into the caverns of your heart.

Filled with him, you think. Absolutely alive with him, Hoseok lets his palm cradle the tether of your life until you are certain he is the oxygen made to sustain your mortal form. You, living and breathing, are little more than remnants of departed touches, composed entirely of his affections, his affirmations, his adoration.

So, too, do you kiss at him, battling against him for any semblance of permanence, demanding that you be remembered. Feeling you writhe against him, insistent in your need for closeness, he hums in pleasure, a musical sound that traverses your synapsis with unhurried ease. Gooseflesh raises on your arms, either by a passing breeze or the way Hoseok leans in, harder, rougher, all manner of dominance in the way he so desperately seeks to have you, and you shiver, delighted by the peak in your senses; delighted, fundamentally, that you will commit every moment of this last evening to bodily memory.

Willing to be devoured, you surrender to him, feeling arousal leak from between your folds as though his savagery has given it permission to spill over. It soaks into your underwear where you briefly mourn the fact that it will not coat your thighs, not yet, and that Hoseok must wait to see how easily you could paint yourself in your wanting. Like always, he anticipates you and ardent your longing; perceptive and always acutely aware of the way you have grown wanton. depraved by the strength of his kisses alone.

Hoseok eases his hand to the back of your neck, determination apparent in his grip, and guides you forward to rest in his lap. Letting your legs settle on either side of his thighs, you straddle him, unwilling to break any contact he has with you, your skin, you, your hands on him. You come together like a cataclysm, the burgeoning tip of his erection firm and stubborn where it presses against your core, assertive and tantalizing even beneath the fabric of his trousers.

It’s lewd the way you crave him deep inside you, jaw dropping as your mouth opens wide to gasp in delight. Hoseok wastes no time in letting his tongue glide against yours, explorative and eager, utterly deliberate in his stroking. Slowly, the tips of his fingers move from your neck to your hairline, ever deeper and ever more intrusive. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he runs his tongue over yours, grazing the roof of your mouth before he forms a fist in your hair and tilts your head back, swift and aggressive.

All at once he pulls away, face hovering just centimeters above yours and gaze hooded as he explores your lustful expression. A flush creeps into your cheeks, the control he has over the flow of your blood is always surprising even if it is to be expected. Hoseok seems pleased, evident in the familiar way his eyes have become blackened by the force of his yearning and the smile that has worked its way into the corner of his lips, a secret for only you to discover. He takes a pause, disregarding his haste, to regard you: your parted lips, your heated cheeks - a fire that has spread itself over your chests and breasts.

‘You are a vision of sin,’ he murmurs, cocking his head to the side and tightening his grip in your hair. ‘What would all the gods say?’

Your own nails scratch tenderly into his scalp, gripping his hair to mirror his hold on you. Futile, you know. The strength in Hoseok is silent, a gift that makes him appear merely pretty until the seat of his power is fully revealed, a fortitude you could never mimic.

You swallow, preparing to speak, and watch the way Hoseok studies the movement of your throat. ‘They would call me a harlot.’

His gaze returns to yours, an otherwise thoughtful look turned menacing by the terror of his passion. ‘And are you?’

Tongue heavy in your mouth, you struggle with the few words you can manage. ‘They will make me out to be,’ you begin slowly, poignantly, ‘and it will be your fault. You’ve made me a slut.’

You hold onto the word - draping yourself over the “s”, tapping your tongue against the “t” - ensuring it lingers in your mouth long enough for him to taste it. It’s his fault, really, that you will be judged and scorned and shamed for coming to your new husband wholly impure, the construct of your virginity eradicated by Hoseok’s insatiable appetite. It’s his fault, you think, that you want him this much. That you love him this much. Your tongue caresses the word slut like it's your dearest companion, familiar with its shape and texture, and you lean upward, hoping to put it in his mouth.

If he is half of your soul, then he should learn how it tastes to be utterly reprehensible.

But he dodges the trajectory of your desires, moves away from your lips and your face entirely, diving down to your chest where he lets his teeth traverse the expanse of your sternum. Lifting his hand from your pulse, he trades one beat of your blood for another, fisting his hand in the collar of your dress to pull it down and expose the thin bit of flesh covering your heart. It thunders in your ears, your body a storm of his making, and you tremble as he positions himself to ravage your very spirit.

His teeth leave scars upon your nerves, eternal echoes within your pores that have you rolling your hips downward in encouragement. Again, you feel him, his cock against your core, enough to have you whimpering as though you are small and fragile, not the maker of your undoing. As punishment for your impertinence, Hoseok takes aim and bites down harshly at the slender bone of your clavicle.

‘Hoseok!’

‘I know you, Sparrow.’ The husk of his breath is an avalanche into the marrow of your bones, the memory of his teeth still reverberating into your lungs. ‘You always like it when it hurts.’

Your skin still stings, yet he is relentless. You quake in his hold as he bites at the bone once again, teeth inlaid perfectly where they had been before. Your skin bends beneath the force, ecstatic hiss descending into a low moan, giving away the truth of how well he truly knows you. The pain grounds you in the moment, allows you, too, to ignore the passage of time, the ebb and flow of the waves as though the tides have halted altogether. You are prettiest when you are red and purple, black and blue by the marks he leaves in his wake, and not once, not even when he breaks your skin to bleeding does he tarnish your light.

In his arms, you are illuminated, glowing with the same intensity as the lighthouse beacon. He’s called you the heavenly sky for the way you glow under his affections, your inability to control your power when he makes you feel so impossibly good turning you into an evening star. You often forget you are blessed with a holy gift, the goddess of light as though your title has any meaning beyond providing you a seat at the table in Teylim. You often forget this is who you really are, someone happy, someone made of magic - a light kindled only under joy.

‘I will make you ache for me,’ he breathes, pushing the collar of your dress lower and lower, threatening to expose your nipple. ‘I want you alight, burning for me. Only me.’

Hoseok kisses deftly at the supple softness of your breast, diligent and greedy. His breath comes ragged, thick in the center of his lungs where he struggles around the insurmountable longing that puts force in his handling of your body. Working his tongue over the skin, he licks the stars out of the constellations of your pores, tasting the dust, the salt, the sea. Your hands run through his hair, messing the thick strands to a state of perilous disorder in your eagerness to move downward to the comforting solidarity of his shoulders.

Grinding your hips into his lap, the tip of his clothed erection slides along your slit, and you release a whimpered exclamation as the cloth of your underwear slips between your folds. Biting your lip, you breathe deep, Hoseok’s own groan of dissatisfaction vibrates into your chest. You feel him deep in your throat, his voice alongside yours, his desire matching yours in intensity.

Hand leaving your neck in favor of your waist, his grip tightens, fingertips pressing deep circles into the muscles of your back. Thrusting upward, he teases you, laughing darkly to himself with a rough nip to your breast. The motion sends your underwear deeper into your cunt, a pressure to your clit as erotic as it is cruel. It sends a shiver down your spine, inspiring tremors in your nerves that have you clenching your walls around nothing at all, seeking the bulbous head of his cock in need.

Pleased with himself, he raises himself from your chest to work at the buttons of your dress. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your own rolling back to present you breasts to him like a preening cat. Hungry, he takes the bait, slipping a palm under your dress to cup your breast. He presses against your nipple, a small wine tumbling from your throat to mingle with his whispered expletive. Rolling your nipple between his knuckle, he regards you momentarily, studying your dazed expression. Against him, you are an earthquake unto yourself, a cosmic shift of longing ravaging your blood, and you are pleased by it, offering him a smile of gluttony.

Abruptly, he releases your breast, hands falling to your hips as he raises to his knees, keeping you against him. Hoseok pushes your hips roughly against his, cock a threatening force against your core as he guides your bodies down to the floor, careful to keep the shift in position painless. Once more, he thrusts at you, and you feel yourself becoming soaked, juices no longer dripping into your underwear but instead crawling slowly down to your ass. The concrete of the floor is chilled, cold enough your back and hips arch indelicately in retreat, causing you to carelessly meet his thrust.

‘Fuck,’ he mutters, returning his hands to your front as he sits back on his knees.

Hoseok avoids the buttons over your breasts, choosing instead to undo the buttons just beneath. Continuing onward, he takes his time unwrapping you, hungry for the pieces of your body he will mark as his. The heart of his lips parts on a silent exclamation, mouth falling open as he unveils more of your ample flesh. The light from your skin mixes with the lighthouse beacon, casting shadows of desire in his eyes, rendering him beastly. With his eyes only, he devours you; your body, the fruit of his immense craving.

Leaving your breasts covered, Hoseok exposes your hips, your stomach, your thighs. Your hardened nipples strain against the fabric, begging for release the same way your core clenches once again around nothing at all, swallowing more of your underwear in an effort to lure him deep inside you. He meant it this way, all too aware your sensitive nipples will tease you to a point of aching the longer they rub against your dress.

The sea breeze cools your skin, so much of you exposed you feel as though you have been submerged in wind and sky. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you mourn momentarily that it is not Hoseok that covers you, not yet. Still, you enjoy being naked for him like this - naked, vulnerable, safe, and his. You open your legs further, letting the wind kiss at the wetness of your cunt, your answering grin borderline salacious. How glorious to give everything and hide nothing from him. How glorious to let yourself be worshipped, his eyes starved for the pleasure of your sex. All this joy, and yet your frustration runs over, an overflow occurring with little thought.

‘It’s not fair,’ you whine, raising your arms to reach for him. ‘Let me undress you.’

Sitting up, you press your hands flat against his chest, becoming attuned with the ample hills and valleys of his muscles. Hoseok sits still and proud, lips reddened and wet from kissing you. Your light ignites the flush that dapples the tips of his ears, skin flushed by lust and longing. Throat running dry, you swallow thickly, committing his unrivaled beauty to memory. You refuse to forget a single moment of this, unwilling to relinquish a single detail of him.

Slowly, you ease the suspenders from his shoulders, humming in approval at the way the loose linen of his shirt relaxes in its newfound freedom, offering you more of his neck and collarbones. As your fingers work earnestly at his buttons, Hoseok takes his time admiring you, a piercing look both penetrative and heartsick. His hand comes to cover yours, unable to help himself, and he holds it tightly, raising it to his lips. His eyes remain locked on yours as he kisses the pads of your fingers, one by one, before slipping your index and middle finger into his mouth. Your lips part on a sigh that fades just as quickly as it came, feeling his tongue swirl over the digits with purpose.

And much the same way you did not expect his touch, so too are you caught off guard when he moves your fingers from his mouth and guides it down your stomach. Lower and lower, he guides your hand between your bodies where he slips it beneath your underwear. Your breath hitches, skin wet from his saliva and clit throbbing at the prospect of tangible contact, your own hand an ominous presence resting upon your mound.

‘Touch yourself,’ he commands.

Hoseok is so often the picture of tenderness in the way he makes love to you, always gentle and always mired in the totality of his affections. Occasionally, he is sharp and, occasionally, he is in control - only on days when he is starved, only on days when he is completely ravenous. Tonight, there is no room for argument. Tonight, he makes himself an unrelenting devil, unafraid to exert dominance.

‘Eventually we will remember little of how we undress,’ he explains, pressing your fingers over your mound, dangerously close to your clit. ‘Right now, I need to see the way you will touch yourself for me when I’m no longer around. I want to see it. I want to memorize it. Touch yourself for me.’

Removing his hand from yours, he nudges softly at your shoulder, and you obey immediately. Leaning back on your right elbow, you keep your hand in place as he grabs the band of your underwear and pulls it down. Lifting your hips, your tongue licks at your bottom lip where the skin has become dry and chapped, struggling to catch your breath as your desire becomes oppressive. Falling back on your tailbone, you spread your legs wider still, proud and impish as you slide your fingers down your slip, separating your folds to display your core.

But he sees nothing as he lifts your underwear to his nose, fisting his hands in the fabric and pressing it against his face. Hoseok breathes in deep,eyes rolling back slightly in the effort of keeping his eyes open, a growl rumbling in his chest like a warning. Exhaling into the cloth, he laughs to himself, a high pitched, small sound of amused embarrassment before he falls completely silent once more. And then, he breathes in again, just as deep, just as fervent, lips kissing at the wet patch you have created.

‘I’m keeping these.’ Easing your underwear away from his nose, he crumples the garment and buries it in the pocket of his trousers. Cocking an eyebrow in pleasure, he takes in your exposed cunt, licking his lips. ‘I’ll fuck myself with them, imagining it’s you and your wet pussy.’

‘Pervert,’ you tease, jutting your chin forward in mock derision.

‘Whore.’ Inspired by your nakedness, he begins to undress, gaze heated and focused on your wet cunt. ‘I told you to touch yourself.’

Your fingers easily breach the barrier of your folds upon their release, wet with Hoseok’s spit and your walls slick and dripping with your juices. Years ago, you would have been ashamed of being so soaked, a damp patch expanding in the concrete beneath you in visible proof. But you no longer care, not when Hoseok’s expression of thirst is so incorrigible.

You fuck yourself with your hand, fighting the urge to tilt your head back in relief - small as it is. In the heat of your lonely nights, you find it tragic your fingers never reach as deep as Hoseok’s slender digits; yours are too slim, knuckles not nearly as rough or pronounced. And when your mind drifts dangerously to thoughts of girth, your eyes drop swiftly to the pronounced shape of Hoseok’s straining cock. Swallowing the weep of appreciation that builds in your chest, your teeth chew at your bottom lip, clinging in anticipation.

Pressing the base of your palm against the hood of your clit, you whimper. Mild and meek as it is, your fingers bring a temporary relief, this satisfaction fleeting, and it will not be long before you are begging him to fill you.

‘You’re dripping,’ he comments, interrupting your thoughts and removing his shirt in one swift motion. ‘Are you sure you’re not the princess of water? If I kiss your cunt I might drown.’

‘I’m in love with you.’

While not truly a detailed explanation, the words carry the weight of your whole chest, erupting with little thought. Your mind offers the only logical explanation for your wetness it can manage while your body grapples with the implication of Hoseok’s mouth upon your core.

‘Say it again,’ he orders, hands tugging harshly at the zip of his trousers.

A slow smile spreads over your lips, head cocking to the side as you admire his eager expression. ‘I’m in love with you.’

‘Again.’

‘I’m in love with you.’

This time, you say it with venom, as though you want it to hurt and hope that it will leave scars in its wake. Hoseok tugs his trousers down his thighs, rising to his knees, appearing regal and godly. Freed from its cloth restraints, his cock springs upward to rest against his stomach, and he smirks, chest and neck flushed as your focus shifts immediately to the purpled bulbous head.

Without hesitation, you remove yourself from your folds, the ache at your core only minutely grieving the loss of your small hand. Instead, you reach for him, fingers slick with your juices as you grasp the base of his cock with a gentle squeeze. He’s heavy in your hand, rigid in the solid way that makes your walls clench and drip once more, mirroring the way your mouth waters. Slowly, you move your hand up and down the shaft, letting your thumb rub over the leaking tip with care.

Hoseok’s breath hitches, his hips thrusting slightly into your hand as you pleasure him. His own hands clutch at his discarded clothes, doing his best to exercise his dwindling patience, and you repeat motion, admiring the smoothness of the skin in contrast to the veins of his shaft.

‘I always wonder how you will fit inside me,’ you comment, moving your hand back down and studying the way your fingers do not meet your thumb. ‘You’re so thick.’

He rolls his shoulders back in the aftermath of your praise, inhaling sharply through his teeth. Hoseok is always free with his praises, showering you in worship and stating it is his duty to devote himself to the goddess in his favor. Always, he does this, and always he seeks nothing in return. But you have always sensed, as attuned to him as you are, that praise from you sets his soul afire. One word of praise from you and you are certain he could eat the god of Daeus entirely, rendering him completely human.

‘You were made for me,’ he explains, voice taught and words strained. Unable to hold back, he fucks your fist, seeking relief. ‘You will always stretch to accommodate me, just like your life was meant to. Just like your belly was meant to, stretching with my children.’ His gaze is penetrative, deeply serious for such an obscene state of being. ‘You were meant to take all of me. My true home is inside you.’

Your grip loosens slightly at his admission, lips curling into a small pout. ‘I so desperately wanted to give you a child.’

A choked sound rumbles through his chest, and his hand reaches yours, pulling it from his cock to wind your fingers together. With his free hand, he nudges at your shoulder, easing you back to the ground with a darkness in his eyes that has your throat running dry. Automatically, your legs spread wide, offering him space to settle between them. The tip of his cock rubs carelessly against your slit, and your focus fades, mind emptying with the single desire to have him inside you taking root.

‘Promise me you won’t give him children,’ he commands, words thick with purpose.

He walks his hand languidly down your body, grazing over your chest, your covered breasts, to the flat of your stomach. Beneath him, you tremble, the tectonic plates of your spine shifting beneath his touch. Splaying his hand over your stomach, he eyes your skin with parted lips and a furrowed brow. Hoseok wars with himself, his thoughts tangible behind the darkness of his irises, expression swimming with strife.

‘Promise me,’ he repeats. ‘I don’t think I could survive the thought of someone else's baby growing inside you.’

Raising your hand from the floor, you card your fingers through his hair while you squeeze your joined hands, determined to win his attention.

‘I promise,’ is your soft whisper. ‘I shall bear no other child than yours.’

Invigorated by your promise, he returns his gaze to yours and maintains it as he works his way down your body with his tongue, kissing everywhere his hands have been. Without warning, he buries his face between your legs to bite gently at your clit, this contact a thunderclap in your spirit. Back arching off the floor, your voice shatters around his name, teeth chewing over the syllables as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Your bones hum with the stimulation, very existence stinging and resonating, while he sucks your clit into his mouth, soothing the pain into a deep, soul burning pleasure. He swirls his tongue around it, mouth greedy and impatient, the fullness of his lips a heaven unrivaled by Teylim, and your hand tightened in his hair, body writhing in passion.

Hoseok releases your clit with a wet pop before he kisses his way down to your folds, thrusting the flat of his tongue between them, impatient and hungry. Mindlessly, your legs spread wider, small gasps escaping from your chest as your lungs take in the scent of your sex and your hips roll upward, feeling your juices mix ceremoniously with his saliva. Consumed by the sheer power of your need, you feel yourself howl like a moonless wolf, rolling your hips against Hoseok’s face in erratic motions, inspired by the promise of your orgasm.

But Hoseok releases your joined hands, moving it quickly to your hips where he holds you still, growling against your cunt.

‘You shall not wander from me,’ he says, moving his lips against your slit as he presses you into the ground. ‘Keep still and let me feast on you.’

Once more, he thrusts the full length of his tongue between your walls, sucking eagerly at the juices spilling into his open mouth. He’s velvet and silk against your core, sturdy and solid while still gliding against all the places you have needed him most, and your voice careens off the ceiling, loud enough to drown out the ocean waves. Scratching your nails down the soft skin of your thighs, you fight back the desire to thrust against his face, wishing you could fuck his mouth and press yourself against the tip of his nose. All of it, every thrust of his tongue and every roll of your hips you suppress has you moaning, voice high pitched and growing erratic.

The feel of his tongue inside you inspires the deep desire for something larger, something thicker. Your orgasm is a threat in the center of your belly, spine tingling and tightening as each press of his tongue against your walls tames the beast of your racing heart. Hoseok buries himself between your legs with a diligence that borders on hysteria, holding you down and indulging in your

Still, his tongue only just hits the place inside your core that needs him most. You want him hard against your cervix. You want him deep enough to leave bruises on your softest pieces.

Tonight, you want the thick girth of his cock to splinter your bones. Tonight, you want his cock pressed against your cervix, a bruise you will carry for the rest of your life. Tonight, you want his cum so deep inside you it burns.

Tonight, you want him to love you and you want it to hurt.

‘Hoseok,’ you whimper. ‘Please, I -’

Hoseok thrusts two fingers into your cunt beside his tongue, silencing you with the rough skin of his knuckles spreading your walls even wider. The contrast between his fingers and tongue elevates your hips from the floor with force, disregarding the strength of his hand. You are beastly beneath his ministrations, finding yourself caught in a wild hour and feeling as though you have abstained from him too long. He forces your hips back down with the palm of his hand, groaning against you loudly enough you feel his voice reverberate up to your tongue, and you cry out, distraught.

Having left the top of your dress buttoned, your nipples strain against the cloth, sensitive and sending electric ripples down your arms, your shoulders - all along your nerves. Another breeze moves through the lighthouse, and it kisses at the sheen of sweat that has broken along your hairline.

Desperately, you want him. Desperately, you need him. But still it’s not enough.

‘God,’ you keen, ‘I need to cum.’

Hoseok hums in understanding, the vibration of it moving deep inside you once more.

‘Oh,’ you whine, so small and so close to breaking.

Hoseok’s tongue leaves your cunt, only his fingers remaining, and he moves his mouth to your clit where he sucks at the swollen nub deftly. Again, your hand scratches down your thighs, harsh enough to draw blood. Red and angry, the sting of these scores against your flesh makes you smile, a manic and monstrous expression you hope your father, Daeus, and all the gods can see. Frustrated and feeling the coil of your orgasm tighten, your other hand slaps into the ground, gripping at the linen of Hoseok’s shirt. You dig your nails into it, pretending it is him, his skin, his cock, anything substantial to torture him as he tortures you.

Against your cunt, you feel Hoseok begin to laugh, wearing the smirk of the devil as he sucks diligently at your clit.

His name begins in your mouth and dies on an exhale, eyes open wide as you stare up at the ceiling. Vision glazed and vacant, your body trembles as your orgasm lingers dangerously on the precipice of your nerves, skin growing hot and bordering on a point of pain. You hear yourself crying, you feel yourself pressing harder and harder against Hoseok’s eager mouth, and you struggle to discern if the rush in your ears is your blood as it moves swiftly to find him or the ocean that works swiftly to keep your coupling secret.

And then, without any warning at all, Hoseok once more latches his teeth to your clit.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, a wave of heat in your blood and skin, your juice cascading into Hoseok’s waiting mouth. This orgasm is an eruption, a shockwave in your soul that leaves you trembling while his relentless motions of tongue and hand milk you to completion. The tears you have held back begin to spill, soaking your cheeks as you soak his lips, a great wave over you that leaves you breathless.

‘Come up here,’ you gasp. ‘Come up here and kiss me.’

Slowly pulling his lips and fingers from your cunt, you hiss as he eases his way up your body. Using the tip of his tongue, he traces the shape of your parted lips with careful strokes, still messy and dripping with your slick juices. At your core, his cock presses, the contact sending tremors up your spine and causing a whine of pain to splinter in your throat. Granted permission by the sound alone, Hoseok delves his tongue inside your mouth and demands you taste yourself - you, your cum; him, his breath, his spit, his flavor; all of it, mixed together. Your walls clench as you kiss him, devouring him, as your folds seek to lure his cock inside you.

Gasping against his mouth, you feel his tip press roughly against your core, your walls still sensitive but your body and spirit eager for his fullness. Hoseok pulls away from your lips to whine a low expletive, his resolve shaking and unstable, close to shattering by the force of his desire. His lips part on his sighs, breath slow and shallow, and still shimmering with you. Already, he had devoured you, drunk his fill and yet he still appears starved. As he lingers above you, Hoseok rolls his cock against your walls once more, a challenge, a reminder that he is exhausted by the prospect of not having his fill of you.

Moving your hands to his shoulders, you press your fingers into the soft skin of his back and muscles, letting them wander down and down until you grip the rounded flesh of his ass There, your grip tightens, threatening to push him inside you lest he waste any more time.

‘Hoseok,’ you breathe. ‘I need you to fuck me.’

‘You want me to fuck you?’ he mumbles, running his tongue over your jaw before biting at your chin. ‘Tell me how badly.’

‘Please,’ you whimper, rolling your hips up against his cock, a warning against the tip. ‘I need you so badly it hurts.’

Wordlessly, Hoseok thrusts himself inside you to the hilt, balls pressing against you with a loud slap. You feel him shake inside you, body shivering with the sudden heat enveloping his cock. Hoseok’s moan is a deluge, an ecstatic exclamation howled victoriously into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, and you smile blankly at the ceiling, mind empty of all things that are not the feel of Hoseok against and inside you.

His stillness is a tease you cannot endure, and so you clench yourself around him, his teeth biting at your skin as you release and repeat, urging him to move. The feel of his mouth at your skin, the feel of his heaviness pressed so roughly inside you, as your cunt leaking over him, back down into the floor where it coats your ass in its stickiness. Still, you pay little attention to anything other than his immense girth as it stretches you, your walls strained to accommodate him like always.

Feeling you drip over and under him, he pulls out and thrusts back in, a knock at the door of your cervix and the sudden feel of him so deep as you groaning his name. He challenges you, repeating the motion as your bodies slide back along the floor with the force of his thrusts, the piercing sensation stealing your very breath. You are gasping as you clutch him, breasts moving against the fabric and nipples aching with the sensation, letting him push your body to its limits.

‘Tell me you love me,’ he grits out, an echo of your earlier promises.

‘I love you,’ you choke, the words incomprehensible.

‘Say it again,’ he hisses, executing a piercing thrust that has you gasping for breath, nails digging into his skin for purchase.

Squeezing your eyes closed, your hands move to the wings of his shoulder blades and you cling to him, a flightless bird. ‘I love you.’

When you hear yourself say it, you realize you are crying, your voice a sob of affirmation around tears of grief. It should be impossible to love someone this much, with the devastating whole of your existence.

‘Tell me you love me,’ you plead, barely able to speak around the way Hoseok punishes your cervix, a punishment for abandoning him.

‘I love you.’ Equally affected, his voice warbles over the words. Face buried in the crook of your neck, he presses the words over and over into your pulse.

‘I love you, I love you.’

Slowing his pace, Hoseok accentuates his proclamations with brutal thrusts against your cervix. Slow as his thrusts may be, they are full of power and force, a pain against your walls and muscles ensuring you will never be free of him. Tears falling freely, your breath is as sharp as his thrusts, a burn in your lungs as you struggle to contain the cosmic feeling of love you hold inside.

‘I know you like it when it hurts,’ he grits out, thrusts relentless.

All you can manage is a nod, a moan, the dig of your nails into his skin, the acknowledgement that you would prefer it if he shattered you. You would prefer it if he left nothing behind of you at all.

‘I know you like it when I stretch you, when you can’t walk for days.’

‘I do,’ you nod weakly, legs automatically spreading wider - until your hips hurt, until you are certain your bones will bruise from the way you have spread yourself open just for him.

Hoseok moans as a harmonic response to yours, the sack of his balls slapping diligently at your ass. You cling to him, holding him against you in despair, the vice grip of your hands matched only by the grip of your walls. Pleasure ripples through your synapses, an overload to your very synapses, little else registering in your mind apart from the places Hoseok penetrates within your core.

‘Do you want me to cum inside you?’

The pleading nature of his tone does not go unmissed, his own anguish evident in the way his hand cups your breast and his nails scratch at the flesh, wishing for entry.

‘Yes.’

‘What if I get you pregnant?’ he muses, though he remains completely sincere. What if I fuck my baby into you? What will they do?’

‘I hope you do.’ It takes all your strength to speak without losing your breath. Once more your orgasm has started to build gloriously around the pain of taking him against your cervix, and you need him to know that you mean it. ‘I don’t care if they scorn me.’

‘I’ll do it,’ he bites out - not a threat, but a promise. ‘I’ll knock you up, fuck my baby into you. They’ll have to watch you grow someone else’s child. What a sight, huh? Bet Daeus would love to see you deliver another man’s baby.’

‘Do it.’

You see yourself, heavy and round with his child, glowing brilliantly like a constellation unto yourself. Carrying your offspring, you would be a supernova, the cradle of the very universe and you would celebrate it with every word breaking over laughter. Daeus would snarl at you, a sneer reserved for your growing belly; your father would find himself in a rage so beautiful and blinding, you think darkness would befall the earth, this winter sudden and unforgiving. The other gods would ignore you, this you are confident of and would take with pride. You’d tease them with it, finding yourself immensely confident in the power of being pregnant with Hoseok’s child.

You’d carry his child as though this were your real pilgrimage within Teylim, your true purpose.

And Hoseok, you know, would be your chosen king, god of the sun because he deserves it.

He deserves you.

‘Yeah?’ he moans, hips picking up pace as he begins to chase his own high. Still, he loses none of the strength in his motions, seemingly motivated by your affirmation of desire.

‘Get me pregnant,’ you plead, biting your lip with shame at this impossible ask. A fool’s errand, a childish plea to change the way of things. ‘Make me stay with you,’ is your final whisper.

Together, you both fall silent as he fucks you with vigor, silent and awestruck by the violence of your coupling. With each thrust, your voices become a symphony of your union. Gripping him tightly, you hope it reaches the gods, your father, all of Teylim. You hope they see the way Hoseok fucks you, absolutely unforgiving. You hope they see the way you make a mess of yourself for him, that you have already decided on a husband and he is no god, no hero, but a man who loves you as though you are the whole of the sky.

Hoseok trembles against you, and you sense his orgasm approaching in the way he gasps against your skin, thrusting harder and faster and, somehow, harder into your core. You are burning with the ache of containing him, but your own orgasm is cosmic, making its steady approach with each brutal thrust. Hoseok wanted to live inside you, wanted to give you a child, wanted to watch you swell with him alone - and it is these thoughts that send you over the edge, the universe apart from Hoseok melting into a white. In this orgasm, there is no air, no sea, no sky - only Hoseok; his breath, his smile as you cum around him, his ecstatic laughter.

You imagine yourself pregnant, learning to contain a sun inside your womb. You imagine him laughing, hands and lips at your belly. You imagine him happy. You imagine him happy, and your orgasm moves over you with the strength of a lunar tide, the same way your tears move over your cheeks, torn between sobs of bliss and sobs of grief for a life you will not have.

Hoseok continues to thrust into you with purpose, the last of your orgasm leaving you in shockwaves as the motions of his hips overstimulate your walls. It hurts to contain him, not nearly as much as it hurts to leave him, and you dig your nails into his skin, demanding all you can from him with enthusiasm. The world is tilted on its axis as he cums inside you, wave after wave of seed spilling into your core as you stroke tenderly at the hair at the base of his neck. Teeth chattering, you mumble his name, shivering as he spills himself inside you, and you pray, woefully, that he kept his word and left you with a piece of him.

‘Mine,’ he says, stilling inside you as the last of his orgasm quakes his mortal form.

As his cock begins to soften inside you, the hand at your breast moves gently to the buttons. Your skin burns with the heat of the saliva he dripped against your neck, and he presses his cheek against your neck as he unbuttons the last of your dress. Exposed, now, to the sea breeze, your back arches slightly as the wind and his breath moves over your nipples. His hand cups your breast, too tender for the way he fucked you, and you are certain he is imagining your breasts full of milk, your body heavy, his wish granted, too.

Pulling his cock free, you both grimace at the feeling, and he removes his hand from your breast to instead smear the cum from your core that leaks from between your walls over your folds. He strokes the tips of his fingers against your slit, the stimulation making you hiss and writhe beneath him in retreat, before you are crying out his name, his fingers dipping inside to scoop his cum from your center. As he pulls his hand free, his studies his fingers carefully, smirking not unlike the devil, before he guides them over your breasts and lets it drip.

And then, without warning, he begins to write his name along your breasts.

‘I am sanctifying you,’ he explains. ‘Anyone who pulls down your clothes will find me. I have already laid claim to your temple.’

Your smile is composed entirely of sadness, a hope that has made a home of despair evident in your expression. Holding his hand in yours, you guide his soaked fingers between the valley of your breasts to your stomach, where you hold him still.

‘With any luck it will be visible here,’ you offer, hoping he cannot hear how remorse has consumed you.

Hoseok frowns. ‘My biggest fear is that you do become pregnant and that I cannot see my baby grow in you. That I won’t be able to raise our family with you.’

Furrowing your brow, you tilt your head to the side in consideration, battling the new found grief that consumes you. ‘Did you not mean it?’

‘I meant every word,’ he promises, moving his hand from your stomach to cup your cheeks. ‘I’d put twins inside you if I had any control. But you are mine, our family is mine. I curse the gods for taking it from me.’ Hoseok falls silent, and you press your cheek into his hand, turning to kiss his mount of venus in encouragement. ‘The day I met you I saw my life with you,’ he continues, so quiet, and so unlike your Hoseok. ‘You are half of my soul.’

Abruptly, Hoseok lifts himself up and pulls away from you. As he rises to a stand, he is still warmed by your touch, the glow from your magic still draped over his muscles, turning him amber and yellow. He’s incandescent, as much as a god of light as you, more regal and more royal than any man who was lucky enough to slay a beast in your name. Running a hand through his hair, he regards you with dark eyes - embers burning in his rises of lust and longing, devotion and despair. He says nothing at all as he moves, naked and vulnerable, to the back corner of the room where he gathers his tools.

‘What are you doing?’ you hum. Reaching your hand out, you curl onto your side, writhing in the pillow of your discarded clothes, beckoning him back to you. ‘Come back to me. It’s cold without you.’

He says nothing at all as he roots around, pulling out a thick screwdriver and hammer.

‘He will give you rings,’ he says, more to himself than to you.

The words come softly, barely a whisper that cuts through the air. Settling in front of the fog bell on his knees, he begins to hammer the end of the screwdriver into the metal, carving and carving.

‘He will give you flowers,’ he grits out bitterly, ‘and will see your smiles in the morning. He will bring you food and nectar, and he will watch you glow your brightest. He will watch you glow each time you remember my hands on you, my lips on you. In bed, he will watch you glow, thinking it’s him, letting his own ego grow so immense he will get off on his own power rather than you. But he won’t know, not like I do. Not like we do.’

Sitting up, you don’t bother to cover your naked body, the breeze from the sea cooling your dampened skin. Licking your lips, you watch as his muscles strain with his pound of the hammer. Brow narrowed, jaw set, and hands gripping his tools with confidence, he marks the metal with a certainty born from a man learning to combat loneliness.

‘He won’t know,’ he continues, words a grunt of demand and dominion. ‘No one will know that each time he touches you, you are comparing him to me. You will be remembering me. I want you to remember me. I want you to think of me, I want you to look for the light from this beacon, and I want you to outshine the anguish. I am destined to look for you the way so many people look for the North Star. My every storm is guided by you. So don’t you dare forget.’

The fog light spins overhead, clouds passing by and changing the refraction just enough to see the shimmer against his cheeks. Hoseok weeps as he carves, jaw unflinching, and hands steady with determination. A lump rises in the center of your throat, chest tight with the pain that comes from loving someone too much, entirely too much. Gasping for air, you move towards him, wanting his body pressed tightly against yours in comfort.

On instinct, you give him light - more light, so much light. From beneath your skin, you become torchlight, neon, candle flame; wrapping yourself around his back and shoulders, you rest your head on his shoulder and cling to him, becoming sunlight and firewood, banishing the darkness from his mind and mouth, a lamp unto his feet to lead him home. Pressing your lips at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, you feel him tremble beneath you, mindlessly leaning into you for more, endlessly more.

As you turn to watch his hands, your own tears soak the corner of your eyes.

‘Hoseok,’ you breathe, regarding his craftsmanship.

‘He can’t give you light like I can,’ he murmurs, suddenly so small and so young, weakened suddenly by the ever looming distance between you. ‘He can give you all the falsehoods of husbandry, but he can’t give you light. He can’t give it back. He is not your equal like I am.’

Beneath the careful, diligent work of his hammer and screw, your name begins to take shape, just beneath his. The markings are deep, thick scratches unlikely to erode in any substantial length of time. Wind and sea will not wipe your names away, nor snow nor sand. Not even heaven, you think, could cause your names to smear.

When he finishes, the bronze bell glimmers beneath your light, your names encased in a heart he artfully crafted. You imagine it in a wedding band - silver, and not gold. Gold, you think, is too soft and too malleable. The gods prefer it, a sign of eternal wealth and glory, but gold bends. Gold is too impermanent, value placed in all the wrong places. You would give Hoseok platinum, would give him silver, would give him bronze. If you had the power to move the earth, you would give him iron and steel, anything equally as enduring as the way you will be immortalized in ardor.

‘I can’t believe this is all I will have of you.’ Hoseok stares at your names, at the jagged lines he carved into the bell, mourning. Shoulders slumped and hands folded neatly in his lap, he laments quietly to himself as though in prayer. ‘At the end of all this, this is all I have. Your name and a memory.’

Raising your hand to his chin, you turn his face to yours, biting your lip as he cries freely, tears staining the softness of his cheeks with salt.

‘No one will have me, not like you.’ ‘He can take me, he can take my light, he can take my name, but he will never have my heart. All of me belongs to you. I am yours. Swear to me that you are mine.’

The hammer and screwdriver fall to the ground at his knees, a loud clank so disruptive for the quiet paradise you have built at the top of the lighthouse. Enveloping you in his arms, he buries his face in your neck, lips at the center of your throat - a place he has been so often this night you are determined to call it his home - tugging your hair back to make space for him.

‘I’m yours,’ he swears passionately. ‘Not a single person will have me the way I’ve given myself to you. In a thousand summers, not a single one will pass in which I’m not yours.’

The conviction in his words undoes you, your eyes wide as you stare up at the ceiling, at the base of the light, feeling as though there is no difference between the moon and the sun, not anymore. For you, they are interchangeable, each burning in an hour of love; which is to say, there will be no hour that passes in which you do not love him, no hour passing in which your light does not belong to him and his does not belong to you.

‘I wish I could stay like this.’ These affectionate speeches tumble from your lips, your mind empty of misgivings, wishing to be as honest as you are naked. ‘I wish I could stay this way, forever touching you.’

‘Time is meaningless,’ he muses, detached and distant, even as you hold him. ‘For me, this is the end of my life. There will be nothing else after this. For me, it will always be this way. My arms will always be around you.’

For him, you are glad. For him, you are relieved that there shall be no other moment than this.

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

The seaside feels like the edge of destruction after so long away from it, gravity pressing at your bones. From where you stand, the unchanging nature of the earth makes a mockery of your nerves, the past beating against your sternum like a second heart.

You are poised and still, relearning the way the earth is unforgiving compared to the heavens. Too long have you been removed from such a tangible feeling of living, such a tangible reminder that you, too, are made of flesh and blood and all the things that break so easily, just like ocean foam. Your toes bury themselves into the rocky shore, rooting yourself like a tether as a promise that you will not run away, that you will not leave - not again. As though it senses your presence, the sea rages beneath a cloudless sky, the sun’s rays reflecting off the water, illuminated without any need of you.

The lighthouse looms along the hilltop, and you worry your bottom lip as you study its eternal guardianship. All these unchangeable things, loyal without you, and yet you stand here, begging for acceptance. You can hear Hoseok’s words like an echo, words not yet spoken but you anticipate them, the lump in your throat sinister in its tenacity.

How dare you, he will shout, and the tears on his cheeks will be your parting gift. How dare you haunt me here when I did not expect you, when I had already worked so hard to give you up.

Promises in the dead of night are easy to make when the daylight has yet to take anything from you. The earth remains unchanged but you are evidence of the passage of time, and you are certain Hoseok will have warred with himself so completely your memory of him is little more than a ghost of a man who died the moment he woke to find you missing.

He used to be able to sense you here. Back when things were new and things were simple, back even at the end, he would sense your presence along the water and come running, a smile already at his cheeks in welcome. Stroking your naked hip with the tips of his fingers, he told you all about his skin would tingle when you were close, a static on his tongue that told him something too important to be contained by the earth was waiting for him. Even before he knew you, before he knew it was you, he felt it, as though he had been made just to know you, to find you.

It used to be the same for you, a pull to the shore and a lightness of being that always made you stand here, in this place, waiting. Weeks passed before either of you had any idea you were near one another, before you’d even introduced yourself, and now it is the same. Your body combats the change in gravity with strength, though you realize too much has changed in you for the weight to feel the same.

The hair at the back of your neck stands on end, rising in anticipation as the air becomes thick and heavy. You feel him approaching, a magnetic pull against your back that has your posture shifting, pulling you to your full height regardless how heavy all of you feels. Still, he doesn’t close the distance, and your lips part around a sigh, silently asking him to reach for you, to touch you.

But he won’t.

Not when he thinks you are the same as you were. Not when he thinks this is all just a memory.

Closing your eyes, you turn to face him, feeling tears burn against the lids. Hoseok makes no movement towards you, and, unable to hold back any longer, you open your eyes once more, weeping at the sight of him. Chewing at the inside of your cheek, you study the way he looks at you, the way his gaze traverses your form with a pained expression, the knot in his brow visible even from a distance. He’s far from you, far enough you cannot touch him, but he, too, remains unchanged - still beautiful, still glorious, still the sun king himself, and you choke back a bitter cry at the way it seems only you are the one who was allowed to change.

‘Hello,’ you try, offering a weak and unsteady smile.

Hoseok says nothing as he closes the distance, eyes trained at your middle, focused enough you feel him move inside you. He lets himself get close, close enough your skin calls out to his eagerly, begging him to touch you. You can smell him on the wind, the same musk, the same ambergris, the same dust that you remember, and your hands twitch at your sides, straining to reach out to him.

‘What is this?’ he manages, not looking you in the face.

‘I -’ A small cry cuts you off, and you press your hand to your lips, forcing yourself to keep your composure.

Hearing the anguish in your voice, he raises his gaze to yours and you see the way he mirrors your pain, confused and bewildered.

‘Tell me what this is,’ he whispers, fierce and demanding.

‘It’s exactly how it looks,’ you explain, feeling terribly pathetic.

It’s so simple, you know. Absolutely obvious. Your pregnant belly sticks out far enough now it leaves a distance between you, a gap where your child grows the only thing that separates you.

‘Did you come here to mock me?’ he spits, leaning forward with venom.

‘No!’ you exclaim, holding your hand up in surrender. ‘I…’ you drift off, uncertain where to begin. You decide, perhaps, it’s best to begin with the truth. ‘The baby is yours.’

Hoseok’s expression shatters, a thousand different feelings breaking over his face before he settles on disbelief and quiet rage.

‘Why would you show me this?’ he pleads, sounding so small. ‘Have I not suffered enough? You knew I wished for this and now you tease me with it?’

‘I’m not here to show you anything, Hoseok, and certainly not to cause you pain.’ It’s shocking how tired you are becoming, putting in the effort of not reaching for him, not weeping for him, not rushing to an end you both deserve. ‘They...rejected me,’ is all you manage in the end.

Hoseok sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes watering as he lowers his focus to your belly once more. ‘They stopped the wedding?’

He speaks so softly you almost do not hear him over the rolling tide, and now, you cannot be contained. In one swift motion, you reach for his hand twining your fingers together. Your hold on him is unrelenting, not allowing him a single escape. Feeling his palm against yours is all the motivation you need, a resurgence of energy you have been missing for months.

When you continue to remain silent, he narrows his brow and persists. ‘Are you unmarried?’

‘They were going to go through with,’ you explain quickly, not allowing him any room for interjection. ‘They were going to make me marry him. Daeus even said he’d give the child to a human family, make it go through a Hero’s Journey to join us back in Teylim. Gods, the fight I put up to stop that from happening. The Fate Tying went poorly,’ you finish with a sardonic grin.

Gently, you tug Hoseok against you, forcing his stomach to bump against yours. His heated breath cascades over your skin, and you sigh in pleasure.

‘The child is completely human, my love,’ you whisper, eyes searching his face. ‘The Moirai refused to untie us.’ Incredulous, you laugh, looking out over the grassy hill in wonder. ‘The old crones are always right.’

The weight of your explanation steals Hoseok’s breath, and he falls against you, clinging to you as he sobs into your shoulder. Holding him close, you remember the last time you were in this position, your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt, your hands clutching him, unwilling to be removed. As though sensing the great wave of his emotion, the child in your belly stirs abruptly, pressing against your womb to get his attention.

You jump slightly at the feel of it, and Hoseok looks down, laughing, incandescent in his joy. He brings his hand to your belly, touching softly at where your child had just been, and he sniffles, looking to you and back down, cheeks reflecting the light you suddenly cannot contain.

‘It’s a girl,’ you state, always wondering how he would react to knowing he’d have a daughter. ‘Our daughter kept me with you.’

Falling to his knees, he holds your belly in his hands and presses his forehead against its peak, too overcome with emotion to utter a word. Instead, he simply breathes deeply, wrought with bliss. Lowering a hand to the crown of his head, you thread your fingers through your hair and think that this, this precise moment, is what it means to be a goddess.

This is what it means to truly be sanctified.

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taste of temptation

😈 genre: smut, romance, angst, supernatural, exes 2 lovers, drama

😈 pairing: demon!park jimin x fallen angel!poc(f) reader

😈 summary: does the punishment fit the crime? for even questioning her purpose, Y/N was sent to earth to live out the rest of her days. living in between worlds she is neither immortal or mortal. its the least of her worries once she attracts to attention of a demon in search of his other half.

😈 rating: 18+

😈 word count: 5.8k

😈 credits: 💜 a HUGE thank you to @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this on such short notice! 💜 also to @inkedtae bee, thank you for your advice and helping me out when I was stuck 💙🩵

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😈 a/n: this fic takes place in the same universe as my delightful temptations stories. you don’t necessarily need to read those to understand this fic, but i will make small references to them through out this series. hope you enjoy!!

❂ Nightmare Before Christmas

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Bee through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: christmas town (reincarnation)

⤐ Themes: angels/demons

The dance floor of The Harp was fairly quiet, even for a Thursday night. The regulars were looking more than tipsy at their failed attempts to impress potential partners with the latest moves from TikTok. It wasn't the ideal condition for a creature like Jimin, but it had been a long time since he'd been in a city large enough to have a club of its own.

He couldn't resist the chance to scope out the scene of his new stomping grounds, no matter what day it was. . After a seven-day dry spell, his hunger was at an all-time high. There was only so much abstinence a body could take, and he was reaching his limit.

As he made his way through the place, the red lights of the dance floor transitioned to a cooling blue as he stepped up to the bar at the back of the club, painting his white, partially buttoned-up shirt and dark jeans a dim cerulean. Drinks didn't have much effect on him, but sometimes he found that a glass in his hand lent him more into the act as he went about scoping out the scene.

Just as he settled onto one of the stools near the end of the bar, he felt the sensation–a subtle tickle teased his nerves like the crisp scent of an oncoming rainstorm. Forcing himself down onto the seat, he tried to brush it off, ignoring the swirl of hunger it brought to the surface. What was this night to become of it?

And there she was. Leaning forward, his famous eye smile on display to the beauty behind the bar as he brushed his dark hair off his face. He nodded briefly towards the sparsely occupied dance floor and raised an eyebrow.

"Are they supposed to call that dancing?"

The night could have been going better. Hell, any night would have been better than this one. She could see the other side of the dance floor for the first time since she'd been employed at The Harp. Her faux locs swayed gently across her face as she tidied up behind the bar. At least she could make it look clean. Her eyes scanned the tip jar against the register with a pout. Why on earth did she come in?

Oh right. Cause people aren't reliable

The woman grumbled to herself and jerked a highball glass from the dishwasher. The steam swirled around as she placed it on the drying rack and continued with her task, barely watching the bar. No one was drinking tonight. And if they were, tipping was a no-go.

Some punishment, indeed.

The spot between her shoulder blades itched suddenly, causing a frown to form on her face. That was unusual. That hadn't happened in ages. The phantom space that once preoccupied a beautiful pair of wings was now placed with tattoo etchings, almost burn-like. The memory was still fresh. She shook her head and turned around, pushing the thoughts aside. She was fooling herself. Nothing was wrong. She almost dropped a shot glass from her hand as she made direct eye contact with a gentleman who had made himself comfortable at the bar.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, hearing his voice. Recovering her flustered state with a chuckle, Y/N swiped a loc behind her ear.

Speak up, girl!

She let out a short laugh glancing towards the dance floor. "I honestly don't know what they think they are doing out there, but it ain't dancing."

She smiled at him , and wiped her hands on a clean towel before setting a beverage napkin in front of him.

"Welcome to The Harp. Would you like anything to drink, sir?"

Jimin didn't miss the slight flush that briefly graced her cheeks; it only added to how her smile seemed to distract him from the humming that seemed to linger around the lounge, tugging at his senses. It had a lingering scent reminiscent of fresh spring rain, innocent and clean, though he wondered where it could be coming from in a place like this. She was dressed simply, in a leather skirt and black tank top–a typical uniform for a place like this, but on her, it added to her purity.

His smile seemed to light up at the woman's laugh, his head tilting curiously as she spoke. He nodded with a short glance at the selection of liquor across the back of the bar, the blue lights tainting his golden eyes nearly sea green as they flicked back towards hers with a nod.

“How about Manhattan and your name as a chaser."

Extending his hand forward to shake, he grinned mischievously."My name is Jimin."

He was surprised he gave her his real name. Normally he’d use one of his aliases; it made it easier to navigate the world anonymously . But he felt his name past his lips. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization. Taking his hand, she felt a jolt as their fingers touched.

It seemed it had as much effect on him as it had on her. The warmth radiated from her touch. He played it off outwardly as a little static caught between them, her little jump making him chuckle softly.

Y/N gave an incline of the head. "Well, Jimin, it's nice to meet you. My name is Y/N."

How very curious. She brushed the nagging aside as she focused on his ordered drink.

"Manhattan. Classy. Simple. But a fan favorite." She grabbed a highball from the stack. “Chilled or on the rocks?”

Jimin nodded in approval. “I’ll take rocks, please.”

She hummed, grabbed the whiskey, and poured a healthy portion. She added the sweet vermouth and a few splashes of bitters. Adding a few cherries, she slid him the glass. "Here you go."

The fluidity she had with pouring the shot seemed to extend through her whole form, and Jimin was more than impressed with her skill. In his extended time on Earth, it was rare to find someone this meticulous with how they performed their duties. He took a sip, savoring slightly sweet tones.

Before she could inquire about his drink, a group of people walked up to the bar needing to be served. She gave Jimin a weary smile with a shrug. "Duty calls."

Y/N walked down to the other end of the bar and began taking drink orders. It was a decent rush. They were thirsty, and she was happy to oblige them all. Every now and then, she would look up as she mixed a few drinks to catch a glance at Jimin. Something about him....she couldn't place it, but she felt a pull towards him.

The feeling was mutual.

Jimin's eyes trailed after her curiously. He stared at his hand, deep in thought. That touch.

He tried to shake off the lingering sensation left by her hand. The hunger he tried to suppress snarled to the surface seeking out that energy. He wanted to drink every drop and taste every inch of her until their auras intertwined, becoming one with his wicked soul. As their eyes met, he didn't look away, instead raising his drink in a toast to the fine work she was doing as she made the drinks.

Interesting.

Both of them caught looking. When had he become so careless? Her presence had his thoughts swirling, his focus gone. Any thoughts of checking out potential prey in the club slipped away. His normal rule of bartenders being off-limits was starting to seem too strict.

Y/N noticed that Jimin didn't wander off to the dance floor as the night wore on. He instead ordered another double and settled into his seat.

How strange. Her brow quirked up as she observed his actions.

A few bold souls approached him throughout the night, only for him to politely decline or brush them aside. He might have taken them up on their offer any other night, but his interest was elsewhere on this fateful night.

As closing time neared, his eyes flicked toward Y/N once more as closing time drew near. He finished the last dregs of his drink and set the glass aside. Y/N approached, jutting her chin at the empty glass.

“One more for the last call?”

Jimin smirked, shaking his head. "I think I’ll take my check, please.”

Humming with a nod, she closed out his tab, placed his receipt on the counter in a checkbook, and took his empty glass to be cleaned.

Jimin placed his card inside, and she took it to charge. “I don’t suppose any other bars are open after this one closes?”

Y/N shook her head as she waited for his card to go through. “No, most places close around this time.”

"Bummer,” he said with a smile, “Drinks are off the table, but how about breakfast?"

Her eyes flickered for a moment at the sound of his offer as she met his gaze. She was used to being hit on. It came with the occupation and maybe the extra she was born with. People tended to flock to her etherealness. Of course, they never called it that. They just chalked it up to her being charismatic. By rule alone, Y/N never mingled with her patrons, preferring to keep things professional. She knew from others how that turned out.

But Jimin...Jimin was something different.

"I think I would like that," she heard herself saying, giving him his card back. "Would you like to wait for me to finish closing? It won't take me too long. Or I could meet you there. Whichever works for you, Jimin."

He wrote out a tip much larger than the cost of the drinks and smiled once more. “Nonsense. I wouldn’t let you walk there on your own. We can walk there together.”

“Okay, sounds good to me,” she answered.

He seemed pleased with her answer, almost like it was a victory in a game. She had an idea she was playing.

“I’ll just be outside when you’re ready,” he stated, taking his jacket off the back of the chair. Y/N gave him a quick wave before returning to her closing duties.

It didn’t take much longer for her to finish cleaning up the bar. There appeared to be a slight skip in her step. But what was she so excited about?

It’s just breakfast.

Well yeah. Breakfast could mean a lot of things.

Did she want it to?

That little voice nagged her relentlessly. She shook it off as she gathered the trash on the cart. It was nothing. This was nothing. Just two people sharing the same space.

Y/N huffed as she threw the trash bags into the dumpster. Who was she kidding? Of course, she found Jimin attractive. It should have felt wrong, but deep down, something stirred in her core. Frowning, she shook her head. There was no need to have guilt. These were normal emotions.

Just have fun.

Her doubts were quickly erased when she saw Jimin smiling at her. She couldn’t help but return one as he gestured for her to walk next to him. Hands deep in his coat pockets, they set off towards the diner.

“Closed, alright?”

Y/N nodded, shouldering her bag. “Wasn’t too bad. Tonight wasn’t really that busy.”

“Well, that’s good,” he responded.

Silence fell between the two as they walked on. Much to her surprise, the silence wasn’t awkward. It felt…just right. As they approached the diner, Jimin held the door open for her to enter. A sudden chill went up his spine as she walked past him. He looked out into the darkness and felt goosebumps run up his hands. He shook his head, brushing it off. There was no way they were being followed.

The lone waitress greeted them as they entered, pointing out they could seat themselves. Jimin led Y/N over to a booth in the corner. She slid into the seat, removing her jacket. She looked around at the surroundings nodding in approval.

“I don’t think I’ve been here before.”

Jimin smiled, watching her. “Yeah, they have amazing pancakes.”

The waitress came over with a coffee pot. Jimin nodded as she poured the steaming liquid into his mug. Y/N shook her head at the offer.

“I’ll take cranberry juice, please.”

Nodding, the waitress walked away. Y/N smirked with a shrug. “If I drink that, I’ll be up all day.”

Jimin hummed as he took a sip. “Caffeine doesn’t bother me too much. I’ll sleep fine after this.”

Y/N flipped through the menu, scanning the items. “So the pancakes are good?”

“Yeah, I love the blueberry ones.”

Y/N quirked her brow. “You take all your dates here for breakfast?”

Jimin bit down on his lip before sipping his coffee, “Just you.”

She felt her cheeks warm as she looked away. She was thankful the server returned with her juice, and she sipped it slowly. Y/N could feel Jimin’s eyes on her as she looked anywhere but at him. Chuckling, he looked up at the server.

“I think we’re ready to order.”

Whipping out a pen, the server popped her gum, giving Y/N the sign to start. She ruffled through the menu, pointing to the options.

“I’ll have some blueberry pancakes with a side of fruit, please.”

Jimin kept his eyes on her as he ordered next. “I’ll also have the blueberry pancakes and a side of bacon.”

Nodding, she took their menus and walked off. Jimin blew the steam rolling off his mug and drank it. “Don’t like meat?”

Y/N shook her head. “Never agreed with me. Been a vegetarian for as long as I could remember.”

“I respect that. Definitely not an easy thing to do,” he mused.

Playing with the napkin on the table, she thought of something to ask. “What do you like to do when you’re not flirting with bartenders?”

His laugh sounded almost like wind chimes. It didn’t match his demeanor at all. He pulled out his wallet, handing her a business card.

“I’m a collector.”

“Like an antique collector?”

His lips pulled into another smirk. “Something like that. I prefer to collect rare items that can’t be duplicated.”

That could have so many meanings. Most went over her head, but Y/N was far from innocent. She’d been on earth long enough to understand many things. Though attraction and intimacy were almost nonexistent in her previous life, she knew how it worked. Watching how humans interacted each night at the bar always fascinated her.

Would she ever have that for herself? Y/N wasn’t sure, but it seemed the more she learned about Jimin, the more the possibility could happen.

Just as the server returned with their plates, Jimin thanked her and looked up. His eyes met with the person sitting behind Y/N. She noticed how his expression changed for a second. He seemed shaken up a bit.

She looked at him with concern as she poured syrup over her pancakes. “Is everything alright?”

Jimin set his fork down with a nod. “Actually, I'm gonna run to the restroom. Be back in a minute.”

He slipped out of the seat without hearing her answer as he made a hasty jog towards the restrooms. Instead of going inside, he went to the door leading to the alley. Frowning, he looked around.

“Alright. Show yourself.”

A tall man shimmered into view, leaning against the brick wall. Hands deep in his pockets, he nodded in greeting to Jimin.

“Nice to see you again, brother.”

Jimin crossed his arms over his chest as his scowl darkened. “Wouldn’t say I feel the same, Namjoon.”

Chuckling, Namjoon brushed his hair off his face. “C’mon, it’s been ages. I had to check in to see if you were behaving.”

“What I do is none of your business,” Jimin bit back.

Namjoon’s eyes glowed as a hiss erupted from between his lips. “It does if it endangers our livelihood.”

Jimin's eyes rolled upward in annoyance. What could he possibly be talking about? Why now? For the majority of the time, Jimin kept to himself. He didn’t see any of his brothers unless it was drastic. Nothing seemed to be wrong, so why was Namjoon here suddenly? Namjoon’s eyes narrowed at Jimin’s lack of urgency. He’d always been stubborn, but now was not the time.

“Stay away from her.”

Jimin scoffed, shaking his head. “Who are you referring to? I’ve been with plenty of women, so you’re gonna–”

“The one inside. Stay away from her.”

His brow quirked in curiosity. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“It is when I say it is.”

“Bullshit. You never got involved with Yoongi or Hoseok’s mates. Why me? Y’all get to be happy, but not me?”

Namjoon sighed deeply, rubbing his temple. “It’s not that simple. Naomi is a human, as are the other two. You can’t be with this woman.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Forbidden fruit.”

If Jimin had a heart, it would have dropped. He blinked for a few moments.

“What?”

Namjoon scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. “I-I don’t understand it either, but whatever you have with her has to end. Understood?”

“Joon–”

“Just do it, Jimin. I’ll see you in a few days.”

Before he could speak up, Namjoon shimmered away.

He leaned against the wall as the thoughts swirled in his mind.

Fuck.

What could he do?

As much as he didn’t like his brothers, Jimin valued his immortality. Was she worth losing it? As he walked back inside defeat loomed on his face, and he resolved to end it there. But as he got closer to their booth, all reason left his mind. Seeing her sitting there almost covered in glow left him in a stupor. She was more breathtaking than anything he’d ever seen…and that was saying something.

As he sat down, Y/N looked at him with concern.

“Is everything alright? I was worried that you hadn’t come back. Your food was getting cold.”

Staring into her eyes, whatever negativity went through his mind instantly melted away. All he wanted was her and only her. To hell with it all. Y/N was worth it.

“I’m sorry, I just needed some air.”

She reached out to touch his hand. The warmth radiated from her touch. “You’re not feeling well? We can always do a raincheck.”

She was so innocent. That purity would be her downfall.

Fuck it.

Jimin pulled some bills out of his pocket and placed them on the table.

“How about we get out of here? I know it’s late, but a walk might clear my head.”

She put her fork down with a small nod. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He stood holding out his hand with a smile, and with one of her own, Y/N took it excited to see where the early morning would take them.

Right into the lion’s den.

---

As the door beeped, Jimin opened it wider for her to enter. Y/N stepped through the threshold, looking around his place. He closed it behind them offering to take her jacket. She handed it to him, slipping off her boots and waited for him to show her around.

While she was nervous, Y/N suggested they return to his place as the weather got colder outside. Jimin was surprised by the suggestion but agreed, and here they were.

Jimin smiled as he pointed out the rooms. “It’s not much, but it’s home. I move around a lot so excuse the lack of decoration.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I think it suits you.”

As they sat down on the couch, the awkwardness seemed to lift. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Silence fell between them.

Y/N crossed her legs as she felt unsure of what to say at that moment. He seemed so confident, something she felt she lacked. What type of woman did he go for? Someone opposite of her?

“Jimin–”

“Y/N–”

They stared at each other before bursting into laughter. His eye smile on full display made her stomach flutter.

He gestured for her to speak. “Please, what were you going to say?”

She twirled her hair between her fingers. “It wasn’t really important.”

“Nonsense. Whatever you have to say is important, Y/N.”

Her cheeks heated up again before she looked away in embarrassment. “I-I…it's silly, really. I’ve never done this before, much less talked to many men. I don’t know why I feel this pull to you, but it’s–”

Jimin scooted closer, taking her hand into his as he stared at her. “I-I feel the same, Y/N. There’s something about you, and I can’t seem to stay away. Since I saw you tonight, I didn’t want to not be in your presence. Y/N, there seems to be a glow surrounding you, and I’m afraid if you stay with me, I’ll devour it.”

She felt something clench in her core from his words. It was as if she was in a trance…as if being a puppet on strings. But she was okay with this sensation.

The electric current between them was strong as she knew she wanted to be devoured by this man, being, creature–it didn’t matter.

Jimin reached out to tilt her chin.

“Do you trust me?”

Y/N swallowed thickly as she licked her lips nervously. “I trust you, Jimin,” she said, resolution echoing in her voice.

“Are you sure? I’ll ask before I do anything, but I’m afraid I’ll lose control.”

“We’ll lose control together,” she whispered.

It was like a band snapped.

Jimin lunged forward as his lips pressed hungrily to hers. Y/N had only seconds to brace herself as she fell backwards on the couch. She felt like her body was aflame. Her hands tugged at his shirt as their kisses grew wild. Jimin nipped at her lips as growls filled the room.

He pulled away long enough to speak three words. “Pull my hair.”

Y/N’s fingers ran through his silky locks, tugging from the roots and making him groan. His hands gripped her backside, squeezing and pulling her flush against him. She gasped out as she felt something poke against her thigh. He broke the kiss once more to catch their breath as he nuzzled against her.

“You’re addicting, Y/N. I could kiss you forever.”

She felt shy under his gaze as he pressed light kisses along her jaw and neck. . “If this is too much, please let me know. I’m keeping myself in check.”

She shook her head, pecking his lips. “No. It’s okay to continue.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He sat back on his heels, brushing his hair off his face. “Alright, follow me, please.”

Helping her, they walked to the back of the apartment to a room off to the side. Punching in a code, the door slid open. Y/N eyes widened at the sight. Before her was a room painted in deep purples and reds. The dimness of the lights obstructed her view of many things, but some she could make out only added to her surprise. She’d only seen these things in books.

Jimin kissed her knuckles gently. “I’m a bit of a deviant, but it’s in my nature.”

He studied her body language as she surveyed the room. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it kind of excites me a little.”

“Would you like to try something?”

“I think I would.”

Jimin bit his lip with a nod. “We’ll start slow.”

He pulled a chair out and took a seat, spreading his legs. She watched as his muscles rippled under his jeans.

“Ride my thigh,” he ordered.

She walked up to him. It was almost like second nature as she straddled his left thigh. The material of her leather skirt shifted as she settled against him. She shivered at the material of his pants, causing friction against her underwear. Jimin groaned softly, encircling his hands around her waist. He moved her against his thigh, his lips finding their way to her neck, littering it with marks as he squeezed and spread her ass, making her go faster.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her eyelids fluttered as euphoria washed over her body. It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. His lips and hands touching and teasing her left her in a stupor. The sensory overload was too much for her. Y/N whimpered as her head dropped onto his shoulder.

“J-Jimin–”

Y/N cried out as the wave crashed, pausing her movements as she shook to her very core. Jimin held onto her as she fell limp against his chest, white spots formed in front of her eyes as she tried to catch her breath—all this just from riding his thigh. Jimin kissed her temple, whispering soothing words as she rose from her high. Watching her come undone turned him on even more.

Lifting her with care, Jimin carried her over to a spa bed, setting her down. He removed the hair off her face giving her a reassuring smile.

“Still with me?”

She bobbed her head. Jimin kissed her lips again and walked over to a table, grabbing a silk tie. He turned, holding it up for her to see.

“Would you like to try this?”

Y/N lifted her head to look at the blindfold. “What does it do?”

“Heightens your senses more. If not, we can try something else,” he explained.

“No. I’m curious about that. Let’s try it,” she answered.

He walked over and secured the tie over her eyes with a smile.

“Can you see, love?”

She shook her head as Jimin squeezed her hand. “Good. I’ll explain everything I’m going to do and ask prior.”

She felt his fingers slide up and down her sides, making her moan softly.

“May I remove your clothes?”

“Yes,” she let out a breathy sigh.

Jimin set to work removing her clothes until she laid bare before him. He removed his after, admiring her body. It brought him to his knees. She was magnificent.

He brushed his dark hair off his face and knelt in front of her. The scent of her sex was succulent. He placed a chaste kiss on her inner thigh, making her purr. Goosebumps formed on her skin wherever his mouth traveled. His mouth watered when his eyes met his goal. He gave her a tentative lick on the seam of her core, making her hips jolt. He grinned at her reaction.

“Love how you respond to me.”

He found her clit with ease, swollen with her arousal. Teasing it with the tip of his tongue, he slid two fingers into her cunt and pumped them steadily. His free hand crawled up to her neck, lightly pressing as the feeling made her arousal grow.

Jimin’s appetite grew as he looped his arms around her legs, pinning her hips to the massage bed. He pressed his lips to her pussy, giving it soft kisses along the outer labia. Y/N could do nothing but grab his hair as inhumane sounds spilled from her lips.

“Oh fuck, you’re delicious.”

Yet again, his words made something snap inside as pressure rose to make liquid shoot for between her legs, coating the massage table, herself, and Jimin. He used his other hand to push her legs further apart for him to taste her greedily.

Jimin cooed softly as he pulled back to breathe and removed the blindfold. “You’re amazing, Y/N.”

She blinked, adjusting to the dim light, but began shy under his heated gaze as he lifted her up.

“How do you feel?”

After multiple orgasms, fatigue was setting in, but just having him close only made her crave more from him. “I feel drunk almost.”

He laughed, kissing her forehead. “We’re not even close to being done.” His fingers traced her lips. “Suck.”

She brought them between her lips, suckling them slowly. Jimin’s jaw clenched, watching her twirl her tongue around his digits. He jerked them from her mouth, replacing his mouth to steal her breath away with another kiss.

“Turn around,” he instructed in between kisses.

She faced away from him as he fisted his cock. Erect and throbbing. Y/N's backside swayed as Jimin’s cock slapped against her ass. He dragged his hand to her pussy, cupping it with a moan. Lining himself at her entrance, he glanced at her lovingly.

“Just say the word.”

“Please, Jimin,” she whispered.

His hip snapped forward, filling her to the brim. Her eyes rolled back as she stilled before matching his rhythm. Jimin kept his eyes glued to her ass as it smacked against his stomach. Her name slipped past his lips while fucking her doggy style.

“Oh shit.”

Almost lost in the moment, Jimin nearly missed the etchings on her back. He paused his thrusts, staring at it in awe.

Y/N felt his movements still as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Jimin?”

He met her gaze as confusion covered his face. “You’re an angel.”

“What? How did you know?”

His fingers traced over her shoulder blades delicately. “You’re my other half. I–it seems so familiar.”

Y/N twisted around, breaking the contact between them. “What do you mean?”

Jimin cupped her chin, staring into her eyes as his own glowed faintly. “Surely you felt a pull towards me. I’m much more than a man, Y/N.”

At the sight of his eyes, all her suspicions were true. Jimin was something otherworldly.

“Do you fear me?”

“Why should I? I’ve been sent here as punishment,” she answered.

He shook his head. “No, not a punishment. It was fate to find each other. I refuse to lose you again.”

A smile formed on her face. “Yes, it was fate.”

“You’re not leaving my sight ever again.”

He pulled her close, each letting out a groan as they connected again.

Y/N muffled out a moan. Her walls quivered around his cock, and she was close.

They both were. Heavy, heady breathing filled the air as the young lovers’ orgasms rose. It was as if static filled the air. Everything became so messy; each caught up in their pleasure. Jimin tensed and gripped her hair tighter.

“My angel. I found you,” he cried.

At his words, she let out a strangled cry; her orgasm rippled through her body, making her body convulse, Jimin’s seed spilled into her cunt, as he pulled out to let it drip onto her ass and the massage table. He fell forward, body covered in sweat as his forehead touched her back.

He kissed her gently, holding her close to him.

“You’re mine.”

---

They laid still under the sheets as the ceiling fan shifted the air in the room. Jimin moved them back into his bedroom after their activities to rest awhile. Y/N nuzzled against his chest as his fingers stroked her back soothingly.

“Do you remember?”

Y/N murmured as her senses stirred. “Remember what?”

Jimin stared at the ceiling. “When you were human.”

Her eyes popped open in surprise. She lifted her head to stare up at him. “Not really. Do you?”

“Bits and pieces. It was so long ago. I can’t even recall the time period.”

She hummed in understanding. “Seems like eons ago. I don’t know if I want to remember that time.”

“Would you ever want to go back?”

“Never.”

Jimin chuckled softly. “Why? Too many rules?”

Y/N shook her head. “I wouldn't have met you.”

His heart stilled for a moment. Clearing his throat, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Almost dawn.”

She sighed briefly, closing her eyes. “I need to get home.”

Jimin snorted in amusement. “Stay here for the night…er day. I’ll take you home.”

“Alright. I’ll at least shower.”

With some effort, Y/N walked with some difficulty to the bathroom off in the corner. Jimin rested against the pillows as he heard the water turn on. It wasn’t until he heard screaming that the blood drained from his face. He leapt from the bed, running into the bathroom.

“Y/N!”

She laid unresponsive on the tile. Blood pooled around her like some scarlet blanket. He bent down, picking her up. Her skin was hot to the touch.

“Baby? Y/N?! Wake up!”

“I told you there would be consequences.”

Jimin’s fangs tensed as he saw Namjoon leaning in the doorframe.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Nothing, brother. This was all you.”

“What? I didn’t do this!”

“You did. You’re killing her by being near her.”

Jimin shook his head as the lump in his throat grew. “No, no, there’s got to be a way to save her. Namjoon…brother, please. I’ll do anything.”

Namjoon sighed as a frown set in. “You’ll have to pay a steep price.”

“I don’t give a fuck! Y/N doesn’t deserve this!”

“Your blood can save her,” he explained.

“Fine!” Jimin looked around frantically for something sharp.

“But–”

He glared at Namjoon with scrutiny. “But what?”

“She’ll gain her life but forget you in the process. Are you prepared to give that up?”

Jimin sat there stunned. Time was of the essence. He looked from Y/N to the mirror piece in his hand. Blinking reluctantly, he nodded slowly.

“She’s worth thousands of lives.”

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As the snow fell in big flakes from the sky, Jimin walked down the street, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck. The wind picked up as the minutes ticked on. As he stood at the crosswalk, she walked on the opposite side. It couldn’t have been. But there she was. Eyes widening, he couldn’t get over there fast enough. She walked into the coffee shop around the corner, and he followed her inside. The words caught in his throat as they stood in line. When her turn came, she ordered her to drink–a medium lemon ginger tea and waited while the barista prepared it. She thanked them when her name was called, and they handed her the drink. Just as he was about to speak, a voice spoke up.

“Y/N!”

She turned to see a group in the corner waving to her. Grinning, she waved before turning to go to the condiments table.

“Excuse me.”

Jimin blinked as she was in front of him. She giggled at him as they moved side to side. He chuckled nervously, sidestepping out of her way. “Oh, s-sorry.”

She gave him a soft smile, adding honey to her cup. Walking past, she barely noticed him as she went to the table with the group of people sitting there.

He could feel his heart breaking slowly as he backed out of the coffee shop. Seeing her there with no care in the world was enough for him.

“Goodbye, my angel.”

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inkedtae · 2 years

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yours until christmas ⇾ pjm. [M]

⌁ pairing; jimin x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; f2l, christmas rom-com au, college au, smut, lots of angst, fluff, 18+

⌁ summary; you have until christmas to save your home, otherwise known as park’s convenience.

⌁ word count; 22.2k

⌁ warnings; mentions of death, depictions of grieving, mentions and uses of vaping, betrayal, dom!jimin, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, pain kink, exhibitionism, humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (m. and f. receiving), face sitting, choking, spanking, pussy slapping, spitting, face licking, manhandling, teasing, groping, begging, motorboating, breast play, nipple play, some festive filth 🎄✨

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❥ a special thanks to danica ( @dnrequests ) who made this beautiful banner for me last year but i unfortunately didn’t finish it in time to post. and many, many thanks to sammy ( @chateautae ) and eva ( @nottodayjjk ) for betaing this monster for me! love you all! 🥺💞

❂ Lovers at Yule

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Solaris through @bangtansorciere

⤐ au type: prom - friends to lovers

⤐ theme: rich kids

⤐ kinks: humiliation, degradation, breath play, impact play, pain kink, exhibitionism, manhandling

On the corner of Preston Street, the old walls of Park’s Convenience tremble with every whirl and drill of construction. The tiny apartment above the store doesn't stand much of a chance either. Utensils rattle, dishes threaten to fall and books edge their shelves, about to splat down against the aged floors. You wake with a groan, wondering why they must begin so early in the morning. A squinting glance at your phone lets you know they began earlier than usual today.

PK Development never rests. They’ve plucked every block on Preston, tore it down and remodeled it. The official statement says it’s all for the city’s reputation. As tourism grows, they wrote, it’s essential that we do as well.

Mr. Park always said it’s their way of erasing history. You remember every wrinkle of his forehead when their renovations around the street disturbed the tranquil peace of his store downstairs. Sometimes, when they dig too deep and shake the buildings enough to cause more than a few books to fall, he’d rush upstairs and make sure you’re okay. And once he’s sure you are, he’d hold his hip and slowly make his way back downstairs.

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beckysworld7 · 2 years

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The Winter Getaway (Part 4)

Synopsis: Imagine being stuck in a quaint and cozy log cabin during a winter storm with these seven men for the weekend.

Paring: OT7 x Reader

Genre: 18+, smut, angst, vacation au, f2l au

Warnings: fingering, exhibitionism/ voyeurism, impact play, pain kink, daddy! Namjoon, multiple partner play, fingers kink

Rating: NC-17/ 18+ / Mature

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Again… sorry this took forever 😅 Oh and this was purely self indulgent.

Part of

❂ Lovers at Yule Writing Game

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Solaris through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: friends 2 lovers

⤐ Themes: vacation au

⤐ Kinks: exhibitionism/ voyeurism, impact play, pain kink

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Parts: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. ML

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Everyone sat silently waiting for you to say something. You had first entered the room full of frustration and anger, ready to give everybody a piece of your mind. But now, sitting here with everybody looking at you expectantly, you find it hard to decide exactly what to say.

You don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. You just want the craziness to stop. This was supposed to be a weekend vacation full of fun and friends. Not a weekend full of tension and frustration compounded by the fact that you're all trapped here, unable to escape each other, until the snow storm clears.

"Ok, so," you begin in a tone softer than you'd originally intended. "Let's start with yesterday…"

"Y/n," Namjoon interrupts. "Look, you don't have to explain anything. Your choices are your choices and I'm, no wait, we're sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable."

You smile over at him, thankful for the apology. Your smile turns a bit sad as you remember he doesn't know about everything that's happened.

"Thank you Joon, really," you reply.

"But there's other things, more stuff that needs to be addressed." You pause and look away shyly when you note the curious expression on his face.

"Yeah, so," you continue on. "You guys have been my friends forever. And now it seems like things have changed and some of you may like me. I… and I may like some of you too. But I don't want this to get messy!"

You sigh and look up at the ceiling trying to come up with a way to express what you want to say next.

"Well it doesn't have to…" Kookie speaks up, his voice trailing off toward the end.

"Huh," you ask confused.

Yoongi looks in your direction for the first time since sitting beside you on the couch, "I think what Kookie is trying to say is that we can do this, without it being... messy."

"Do what," you question, even more confused now.

"Love you," Jimin answers softly. "Like we always have."

His answer shocks you and the shock continues to grow as you notice everyone else nodding in agreement.

Jin smiles fondly at your expression. "You have no clue do you Princess?" He asks, still smiling fondly.

"I told you we should flirt more," Tae adds before you have a chance to respond.

Hobi grimaces at Tae's remark, "Hush, you," he scolds Tae lightly from beside you on the couch.

"Y/n," Yoongi says your name gently from your other side, drawing your attention to him. "Breathe," he reminds you.

You let out the breath you'd been holding while listening to this exchange. Looking around the room you realize they are all waiting for you to respond, each with a different expression on his face. Jimin's expression is hopeful. Kookie's expression, timid. Namjoon gazes at you thoughtfully. Tae watches you, amusement showing in his eyes, while Jin's eyes are full of fondness. To your right Hobi smiles patiently and to your left Yoongi looks at you with concern and love clearly showing in his eyes.

Years of memories with them all come flooding back. The teasing, the flirting and all the attention they'd given you resurfaces with more meaning now.

"Oh," is all you're able to say at first. "So, um, like all of you? Like do you mean… are you suggesting…," you voice trails off.

"That maybe you have seven right guys," Jimin picks up the sentence where you'd left off. You think back to what he'd previously said about it being ok to wait for the right guy.

"Seven right guys?" you repeat as it starts to sink in.

"Yeah seven," Namjoon answers first. A chorus of "Yeah seven" spreads through the room as all of them agree.

"That is, of course, if you love us all back," Yoongi adds. "No pressure."

All eyes are on you now as they wait for your response. Laughter erupts from you at the "no pressure" tacked on at the end of Yoongi's remark. Realizing how inappropriate laughter is at a moment you try to stop while holding up a hand in a "give me a min kind of way".

"I'm sorry," you manage to get out as you try to calm down. "It was the "no pressure" that caused me to laugh. I'm sorry."

"Ok. Ok.," You take a deep breath to steady yourself before continuing. "Yes, um yes. I'm not sure how the hell we'll make this work, but yes. I do love you all dearly," you finish.

Yoongi pulls you in close to him, "Are you sure Princess?"

You smile at him, his kindness and concern for you making you blush now that you truly understand it's origin.

"Yes Yoongi, I'm sure," you reassure him. To make sure that you're understood you lean over and kiss him softly before turning to Hobi and doing the same.

Much to your surprise Hobi reaches out and gently pulls you closer. Your lips part slightly. Hobi takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss. It feels wonderful and makes your heart race. You want more. But instead he traces your bottom lip with his tongue before giving it a light bite and backing away.

"Damn," you whisper, savoring the kiss. "That was, yeah," you finish unable to make a coherent sentence.

You begin to wonder if the other guys, the ones you haven't kissed yet, do it just as awesomely. The question pops out of your mouth before you have time to stop it.

"There's only one way to find out." It's Tae that answers you, a challenge in his eyes and smile as he gets up and walks over to you.

Memories of watching him this morning flash through your mind. The sight of his long fingers wrapped around his cock as he pleasured himself with you watching was mesmerizing. You remember wondering for a brief moment how his fingers would feel inside of you, stretching you as he got you ready to be fucked by the same cock he was pleasuring.

He kneels on the floor in front of you between your legs, bringing you back to reality. You lean forward in anticipation. He runs his long fingers down your cheek in a soft caress before placing his hand behind your neck and using it to guide you forward, closer to him.

He bites his bottom lip while gazing at you. You begin feeling shy under his watchful gaze, shy and excited. You close the gap between the two of you and as your lips touch his, he lets out a pleased moan. You can feel the bass of it emanating from him in your core and you squeeze your thighs together in response. You feel the couch shift on both sides of you as Hobi and Yoongi get up and someone else takes their spots.

As you kiss with Tae continues you feel a hand on your left thigh. It travels up your thigh to the waistline of your sweats. You feel a small tug on the fabric there as a voice whispers in your ear.

"We should take these off Princess." The voice belongs to Jin.

You answer by trying to lift your hips off the couch. As you wrap your arms around Tae's neck for leverage he wraps his arms around you to assist you, pulling you up and forward. Two pairs of hands, one from your left and one from your right, pull both your sweatpants and underwear down and off you.

The shock of both the cold air and you being pantless make you break the kiss with Tae.

"It's ok Noona." You look to your right where Jimin is now sitting at your side smiling at you reassuringly. "Let us take care of you," he continues as he pulls you toward him for a kiss. His lips are plump and soft as they meet yours. You smile and mumble "ok" as you let go of your reservations trusting them with all of you.

Jin fingers graze your wet core as the kiss with Jimin continues. The pleasure causes you to gasp and Jimin slips his tongue inside your mouth and begins massaging your tongue with his.

Jin's fingers trace a path from the wetness at your entrance up to your clit and begin rubbing it in a small circular motion. The sensation causes you to throw your head back, breaking the kiss with Jimin.

Movement in front of you causes you to look away from Jimin to see who's approaching you now. It's Namjoon. There's a predatory gleam in his eyes as he looks down at you. Kneeling down on his knees between your spread legs he speaks one word, his tone firm. "Wider," he says motioning toward your thighs.

"Listen to Daddy," Jimin whispers into your ear from your right side as he nods in the direction of Namjoon. Jin removes his fingers from your dripping pussy, also nodding in Namjoon's direction.

"Ok," you respond to Namjoon.

A sharp sting spreads across your inner thigh as Namjoon's palm connects with it drawing your attention fully to him. He removes the glasses that grace his face and then he looks sternly at you as he sits them aside. He runs his fingertips over the stinging area, a delicious contrast to the pain. One you realize you really like. The whole situation is making you wetter by the moment.

"Eyes on me," he says sternly. "And it's 'Yes Daddy'. Let me hear you say it darling," he continues in that same stern tone.

Everything about him in this moment has you turned on, even the slight sting, caused by him, that you still feel on your inner thigh.

All eyes are on you, waiting to see how you'll respond. Without pause you reply looking into his eyes breathless with anticipation as you spread your legs wider, "Yes Daddy."

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Post A/N: Don't hate me! I know I left you hanging, but I promise… promise promise promise we will finish this vacation together soon and hopefully survive it. Lol 😉

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jimilter · 3 years

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little princess (m) | m.yg. | drabble

pairing: yoongi x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: smut | humor | angst | fwb minus the friends!au

summary: In his defense, his trysts with you and his job at your father’s office were initially non-mutually exclusive.

warnings: emotional constipation, mean!reader, age-gap, explicit sexual content (dom!yoongi, sub!reader, dom-sub themes, oral (m), manhandling, unprotective penetrative sex, bondage, gagging), not a happy ending, unrequited feelings that are being denied left and right (’:

word count: 3.9 k

submission for the September Games hosted by House Yoonus.

❂ “Fall For Romance” ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia @yoonia through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: Salted Caramel Ice Cream - Unrequited Love AU ⤐ Themes: Forbidden Romance | Age Gap ⤐ Kinks: Bondage, Throat Fucking, Cum Play

note: so i saw this yoongi and lost my sanity, which resulted in this! this fic seems to have a lot of backstory bec it’s somewhat of a spin-off to a bodyguard!jk series i have in the works. i also decided to tweak it a bit and make it presentable for this month’s games for the bcs net, bec why tf not?

a very huge bucket of gratitude to ridzie, my luff @taegularities for beta reading this for me! y’all could never imagine the kind of typos she sifted through to stop this from turning into a whole comedy, smh. one of them was “noses” instead of “noises,” and that is a tame one. LOL. thank you so much for brushing this, and hyping me, up, bestie! 🥺 i love you! 🥺❤

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Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, nails scratching through the dark roots of his undercut beneath the silver locks. Sweat is collecting under the collar of his white oxford despite the air-conditioning in the room. His pants are straining so hard, it hurts.

Maybe he should stop staring and do something about all of this.

He licks his lips, unbuttons his suit jacket and leans back on his heels, wondering if he should sit down for this.

But then a tiny, little whimper escapes your gagged lips and he launches into action – unbuckling his belt and whipping down the zipper of his pants as he undoes the fly. He lets his pants fall down to his ankles, making the hasty decision to sit on the edge of the bed, and beckons you closer.

You immediately follow, like the obedient pet you are, crawling closer to him on your knees. Your large eyes blink up at him and when he nods to grant you your wordless permission, your face presses up against his boxers clad length. He cups your jaw in his palm, smoothing his thumb over the side of your cheek bulging under the impact of your soiled panties that he stuffed into your mouth roughly an hour ago when he had to urgently leave to take an important call.

And you waited for him to return, sitting and waiting all pretty in the same position he left you. His dick pulses and heart thuds at the thought. He wishes he could curb the latter, though, because that is highly inconvenient.

You look so good like this, all bound and gagged and wet for him, only him. If he was a weaker man, he would nut at just the sight. Who knew that the girl he first met at an airport and hated with all his might for spilling coffee on his pristine, white shirt would some day beg him to use her body the way you daily do? He certainly didn't.

You whimper again, and he hums.

"What is it, princess? Got something to say?"

You sit back up to nod so violently, your chin collides into your collarbones. He laughs at your pathetic state, clicking his tongue.

"God, look at you. So fucking desperate. So filthy. So damn unbecoming of the country's metaphorical princess, hmm?"

You bat your lashes at him, pushing your breasts out in defiance, and he bites his lips to hold back a moan. It’s funny how you love it when he calls you that, but absolutely despite the pet name’s usage in any other capacity. Especially with regards to the reality of who you are.

"You're such a nasty baby, fuck. What would your father say if he knew what his little girl is up to when she leaves with his trusted guard, hmm?"

Your eyes narrow at his goading, and Yoongi has to coo at how adorable he finds it. He reaches forward to tug your gag out of your mouth, watching your heaving breasts with rapt attention when they rise, fall and jiggle with your rapid breaths.

A string of saliva extends from your lips and lands next to your nipple. His dick twitches at the sight, and he finally grabs his underwear to tug it off and free himself. He is fully hard, his tip angry and in dire need of friction. His eyes catch the sight of his wristwatch, a curse leaving him with the realization that he needs to get back to work in less than an hour.

"C'mon now,” he mumbles to you, “we've wasted enough time. Your dad needs me at his office by seven, let's move quickly."

You don't say a word in response, as you have been trained not to, and simply open your mouth and jut your tongue out for him.

Yoongi groans at the sight, wrapping a hand around himself, running it over a couple of times to spread the precum all over before resting his tip against your waiting tongue. You look into his eyes and start to roll your tongue around, licking him like a fucking lollipop. He can’t believe how amazing you are at this – both, giving head and listening to commands.

His other hand reaches down to rub your saliva over your boob, fingers plucking at your nipple, and he wishes he had more time so that he could feast on these the way he loves to. For now, he settles on briefly groping them before his attention is forced on the sensations in his dick when you rub your tongue all the way down from his tip to the base.

“Fuck, princess, you’ll be the death of me,” he mutters as he gathers your hair in a loose fist, later chuckling to himself when he realizes how much factual truth his lustful words actually hold.

Well, because –

Remember when he asked what your father would do if he knew what you were up to when you went away with Yoongi? Well for one, he would murder him. And then maybe lock you away at a Church, or something, for fucking around with him – Min Yoongi, the President’s most trusted security detail.

Yeah, that's him. Along with being the Leader of one of the country’s most reputed Security Agencies, one that is always working with high profile clients like your father, the President of the country, himself.

In his defense, his trysts with you and his job at your father’s office were initially non-mutually exclusive.

But, like, maybe lusting after the President's daughter when he didn't know she was the President's daughter was alright. But fucking your face like a deranged demon after he has gained full knowledge? Yeah, that might not be very ideal for his job. Or his life.

But what's he gotta do when you're kneeling in front of him, all naked and pretty with your hands behind your back and tongue out? Basically begging him to ruin your throat? Is he expected to say no?

Fuck off.

Yoongi grunts in pleasure when your mouth wraps around his tip, looking down at you with shuttered eyes. How is it that you look this beautiful when his cock spreads your lips apart so obscenely?

There's gotta be something wrong with his head for feeling the things he feels when he's with you, because going down this line of thoughts is straight up suicide. And it's stupid, too, because the only time he spends with you is when you're fucking in some or the other capacity.

And your arrangement works fine. You need someone to push you around in bed and Yoongi needs a fucktoy. Besides, whoever heard of a dom falling for their sub? No one, that’s right. It’s always the other way round. Which is why Yoongi refuses to acknowledge all the lurches his heart gives when he’s with you.

What business does he have feeling things when he quite literally knows next to nothing about you beyond the details of your family. You can’t fall for someone you don’t even know, right? Obviously.

His tip hits the back of your throat when you suddenly attempt to swallow him whole, and Yoongi sighs at the feel of your throat clenching over him, all unwanted thoughts cleansed off his brain.

He grins at you with his teeth clenched, lazily trailing his hands up your body to find purchase in your hair. He grips at the gorgeous curtain of your tresses—immediately mentally cursing himself for thinking of them as gorgeous like a stupid fuck—and gradually slips into directing your head over his cock, gliding the heavenly warmth of the wet cavern of your mouth all over himself.

“Oh, princess, this mouth of yours – fuck,” leaves him in a low pitched groan, his breath hitching with every brush of the back of your throat against his crown.

Finding a satisfactory rhythm, he hurriedly nods at your inquisitive eyes, reassuring you that you can relax your throat and your mind, like always, and you do just that. He grips your hair harder and thrusts into your mouth with complete abandon, throwing his head back when the knot behind his navel starts to tighten.

You gag around him, helplessly, tears dropping down your face, mixing with your spit when they run past your lips and adding onto the lubrication. Yoongi unhinges his jaw at the sight, letting all kinds of uncontrollable noises escape him.

Over the couple of months that he has been doing this with you, your body has become remarkably trained at keeping your needs and reactions in check. Yoongi cannot help but be appreciative of how you don’t fidget in your bonds for a single second even when he very nearly cuts your air supply off with the force of his thrusts down your throat. Your shoulders stay still, hands calmly crossed behind your back where he neatly tied them with your favorite, dark purple silk rope.

That is not to say your body doesn’t shake from the impact of his bruising pace, because it certainly does. You get dragged back and forth on the floor every few seconds and your knees are sure to develop abrasions after this, no matter how soft the carpet beneath you is.

Yoongi’s gaze leaves said knees to travel along the length of your folded legs to zero in between your thighs.

Your center is not as visible to him from this angle as he would like for it to be, but knowing you like the back of his hand as he does, he is certain you’re very close to dripping your arousal down on the carpet, across the couple of inches of distance between your pussy and the floor. The thought makes him groan loudly, eyes screwing shut involuntarily.

Suddenly, he wants to check and see how right he is.

He pulls you off his cock, hands clenching in your hair as a shudder passes through his body at the sudden change in temperature his length is exposed to. When he opens his eyes, he finds you panting and trying to maintain eye contact with him. His heart does that thing again, and he curses all deities in the world for inconveniencing him with the damn organ that he has no need for in his life.

“Come here,” he grumbles to you, frowning and projecting his anger at you for something that is not in the least your doing.

When you move to crawl closer, he shakes his head and leans down to wrap both his palms around your upper arms to lift you off the floor.

“On my lap.”

Your wide eyes meet his from less than an inch away when he situates you comfortably over his thighs, slowly unfolding your legs from their hairpin bend so as to not cause your muscles to cramp up. You still wince, and he lunges forward to pull you in a deep kiss.

Your lips are already open, and it takes him less than three seconds to win against your feebly fighting tongue and ravage your mouth with his.

His palms run down your back to hold your ass firmly and when he pushes you towards him, your leaking cunt molds over his length.

“Fuck—” he gasps in surprise at the amount of wetness spread all over your pussy.

Leaning away from your mouth, he runs his wondrous gaze across your face. Your eyes are closed and little and helpless whimpers stumble out of your mouth at every motion of your cunt over his length.

“Princess,” he breathes in your ear, removing one hand from your butt to cradle the back of your head, hugging you to him. “You okay?”

You nod against his neck, and the protectiveness that he feels for you in the moment makes him want to throw himself out of the closest window. He reels everything in as best as he can and instead lets your head rest against his shoulder while he uses the freed hand to guide himself towards your sopping entrance.

His fingers brush against your clit which, despite the moisture collected everywhere, is still easy to locate because of how swollen it has gotten, and it makes him go mindless with arousal that you have been this messed up from having him in your mouth.

“This okay?” he whispers in your ear, sighing happily when you nod back, and arranges himself the slightest bit before thrusting up into you.

A broken cry tears out of you, spine arching and fists clenching behind your back. Yoongi bites down on his lip to quieten his own moan of pleasure and reaches behind you to run a finger over your clenched knuckles.

“Easy, little princess.” He brushes his mouth against your temple, covering your clenched fist with his hand.

Your fingers loosen and pride swells in Yoongi’s chest.

Just the next second, though he scowls at being stupidly soft again. Growling in irritation at himself, he twists the two of you sideways to press your back on the bed. You frown at him with worlds of confusion held in your gaze. He shakes his head to stop you from questioning him. Not that you would say a word, anyway, because he hasn’t asked you to speak up yet and you’re impossibly amazing at never faltering when he gives you instructions.

Sometimes Yoongi kinda wishes you would, just so he would have an excuse to spank your perfect, pert ass red.

He pushes into you again, now leaning over your prone form on the bed, and wraps your legs around his waist, while his own stay planted firmly on the ground. Your petite body bounces with the force of his thrusts, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed, and he swears he would profess his undying love to you if you stared at him like this for a second longer—

Not that he… feels that way. No, that’s stupid. It was, uh, hypothetical. Of course.

He moves his gaze away from yours, anyway, focusing it at the place the two of you are joined, instead.

Your cunt looks so tiny, speared open lewdly by his cock, and paired with the whines every stroke pulls from you, it makes him lose his entire mind. Why are you so perfect for him?

“You good?” he still asks you to check if you’re hurting anywhere, given the less than comfortable position and your still bound hands.

You frantically nod back, as if annoyed at the intrusion and he huffs an incredulous chuckle.

Things get faster and louder with every passing second, and he can feel your body winding up tighter and tighter beneath him. Your eyes are finally shut, saving him from confronting things that he doesn’t want to, and head is tossed back into the mattress. Your hands must be suffering under the weight of both of your bodies, but not a single sound of complaint escapes you as he fucks into you without giving either of you any time to breathe.

“Princess,” he pants above you at the feeling of your heat gripping him tighter, reaching up to grip at your face, thumb digging into your bottom lip. “You gonna come for me, princess?”

You nod, hair flying about your head, sticking to your sweaty neck and splaying over the bedcovers. Yoongi removes his gaze when the sight starts to feel a bit too beautiful.

He, instead, focuses on digging his pelvis into yours in such a way that it presses over your clit, sighing in satisfaction when you shriek in response, and grips your body against him harder.

“Come on, then.” He nips at your thigh before leaning over the length of your body to dig his teeth into your breast, right above your nipple. “Be a good little princess and cream my cock. Clench me so hard, I lose it with you. Come on, princess, come for me.”

Your gasps are loud and saturated, body twisting around in obvious desperation, and Yoongi takes that as sign to press harder into you, stifling a moan when your soft body presses up harder against his planes, sending rushes of arousal down to his dick despite the oxford and the jacket he still has on.

It is with one of his hands grabbing at your tit and the thumb of the other pushing into your mouth that you come apart – screaming more than just incoherent words this time, such as curses, words of gratitude, and his name. Yoongi can’t believe himself when he realizes how much he missed your voice when he finally hears it tonight.

He is being a whole moron and it’s gonna incinerate him at the end.

Your clenching walls pull him under, though, and just as he feels the plug in his lower belly about to come off, he pulls out of you, leaving your mouth to grip his length all wet with your slick, stroking a loose fist over himself twice before he comes undone.

“Fuck fuck fuck, princess, fucking hell—”

Thick ropes of white land on you, coating your stomach, your tits, your nipples, fuck, in his release.

Yoongi sighs long and hard when he’s done emptying himself, extremely tempted to take a picture of you painted in him. The hand he still has over your breast catches some of his release, too, and before he can move to wipe it on your body, your whimper catches his attention.

You stare up at him with huge, dilated eyes, slowly opening your mouth and extending your tongue to wordlessly invite him.

Yoongi loses his goddamn mind.

“You’re such a fucking cumslut, aren’t you?”

You give him a shy but somewhat conniving grin, your mouth still open, and Yoongi curses.

He wraps his clean hand around your waist to sit you up on the bed, offering you his soiled hand to clean it up. And you lick at it, tiny kitten licks of your tongue making his head spiral with lust again. When he feels a twitch in his spent dick, he huffs in astonishment, and cupping your jaw with one hand, slides his dirty fingers into your mouth.

“Clean them up like a good, little cumslut, princess. Don’t pretend to be demure when we both know how your throat swallows my cock, hmm?”

Your lips close around three of his fingers, head bobbing up and down like does on his dick. Yoongi hates himself for wanting to tenderly tuck your hair behind your ears when you’re being so lecherous. What the fuck is wrong with him?

His clean fingers pop out of your mouth, your lips immediately curving up in satisfaction and Yoongi gives you a pleased smile in return.

“Good girl.”

He chuckles at the way your eyes sparkle at his praise, immediately sighing when he checks the time.

“Alright, princess, let’s clean up and leave. I only have ten minutes to spare.” You nod but still look at him expectantly. It takes him a moment to realize. “Oh, you can speak. Show’s over.”

You roll your eyes at his joke, tense shoulders relaxing, and Yoongi can almost see the way you change personalities from being his perfect, little sub to the President’s bitchy, entitled daughter.

Aftercare? Never heard of her. Yoongi shakes his head, amazed at how harshly you divide your behavior in and out of bed. You literally never need a single word or touch of comfort from him. The first time he tried, you got so alarmed that he was trying to start something romantic with you that Yoongi laughed until he cried. When he explained the concept to you, you were so adamant at refusing it, that he laughed some more.

Who’s laughing now, huh? He certainly isn’t.

“This was so good,” you tell him, hopping off the bed on wobbly legs that make him smirk. “Even if I’ll have to wear bracelets to cover up the bruises on my wrists.”

Working on untying your bonds when you stand with your back to him, Yoongi snorts at your words. “You’re the one who insists on ropes. I could always get you softer and more comfortable bonds.”

“I’ve already told you – I love the anticipation that builds when you’re tying them.” You turn around to narrow your eyes at him, cradling your reddened wrists in your palms. “And can you not talk like a Sugar Daddy?”

Yoongi laughs aloud at that, buttoning his pants and buckling his belt firmly over it. “As if you need one.”

“You couldn’t afford me even if I needed one, Chief Min.”

Yoongi tries to mask the impact of your words by pulling on a blank face, deflecting instead of addressing your insult. “You don’t work for me, don’t call me that.”

“I won’t call you by your name outside of bed, Min. If you don’t want me to be respectful, your wish.” You roll your eyes again and disappear into the en-suite bathroom.

He looks into the mirror hanging over the back of the hotel room’s door. His hair has gotten slightly out of place, but other than that, he looks pretty put together. Not quite what he feels on the inside, though. He doesn’t like you calling him ‘Chief Min,’ because that is what literally every other person in his life calls him. Even if you choose to address him by his surname instead of his given name, he finds solace in the fact that you’re the only person who does.

Your phone suddenly gives a few successive pings on the dresser, catching his eye.

joonie <333 Don’t be late! I’ll give you a call when I get there. I swear to god if you’re late… I will KILL you!

His jaw clenches.

You exit the bathroom, sauntering up to the dresser to retrieve your phone in all your naked glory. He observes your face closely, teeth grinding when you grin at the text messages.

Yoongi clears his throat. “Going somewhere?”

“Yep!” you say, popping the ‘p’ and walk around the room to quickly get back into your thong and slip dress.

It suddenly strikes him that you’d been braless today. He frowns. “Dressed in that? Are you sure?”

“What the hell is wrong with my dress?” You give him an appalled look. “Joon is a friend, Dad trusts him. I’ll be safe.”

A friend. Yoongi scoffs.

“He goes to your college?” he asks, unlocking the door to the room as the two of you make your way out.

“Yeah.”

Yoongi hums in response, it suddenly hitting him how dumb what he’s doing with you really is. He’s definitely catching feelings and you… well, you can’t be bothered to so much as look at him when you’re done with the sex.

And why would you, when you have guys your age texting you to meet up, in perfect freaking grammar, spelling and punctuation. No matter how pliant or accepting you might be when you’re in his bed, you’re still a college sophomore — not even twenty yet, while he’s entering his mid-thirties. Nothing can ever, ever fruit from this. Your arrangement isn’t fine, the fuck? It’s messed up. Bound to get messier if he keeps feeling the things he does.

Which is so dumb because he doesn’t even know your college major! How the hell can he have feelings for you?

But he’s always been too weak against your pretty smile – ever since you had him washing his shirt in an airport toilet before his first meeting with your father. And so, no matter what becomes of him, no matter how messier things get between you two, he knows he will come running every time you call.

Some dom. Ugh.

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note: DO NOT WORRY - you’ll see more of these two in the jk series! (tho i might not release it before 2022 bec LOTS to do!)

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Risky Business | JHS

Banner: @casuallyimagining Beta: for a huge chunk of this, @missgeniality Pairing: Hoseok x (f) reader Rating: 18+ Genre: Office AU, Secretary AU, Smut Word Count: 12.9k Summary: The person who invented smart glass office walls knew what they were doing. Your secretary fucks you stupid in the office.

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex, Dom Hoseok. Public sex. Pure filth. Unprotected sex, creampie, bondage (a tie is there and a tie is used), pussy spanking, cock warming, gagging (Y/N has something in her mouth to keep her quiet), mentions of anal, dirty talk, biting, hickies, teasing, it goes from angry/punishment to soft sex, a tiny dash of humiliation (no one walks in but domhos wouldn’t mind), DomHos uses the word boss mockingly so much it hurts, Jin is an annoying client. Unnecessarily long for what was supposed to be pwp.

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⁂ Hosted by: Professor Valerie through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: Tie

⤐ Themes: Public Sex, Hard/Rough Sex

⤐ Kinks: Biting, Bondage, Hickies, Pussy Spanking, Cock Warming

A/N: This took long and I am sorry. DomHos DRAINED ME. Thank you to everyone who helped me get through this one🧡 Please forgive for any possible mistakes, I was in a RUSH.

“Why am I not seeing the results that you have promised me, Y/N?”

The last ounces of your self-control went into keeping your reaction in check. If you had received that comment at a time when you were less experienced, younger, and perhaps even more stupid, it would have been impossible not to react to a question like that - at the very least, it deserved an eye roll, perhaps even a scoff.

Unfortunately, you were used to it. A few years back, you would say that these comments were directed towards you because you were a woman, but your career trajectory had shown you that it’s never because you were a woman - it’s because they were men. Egotistical, power-hungry and filthy rich men. Egotistical, power-hungry and filthy rich men that you run alongside of, oftentimes even overtaking them.

Yes, you were used to it. You were biting your tongue and keeping the eye roll imaginary as you straightened your back, looking your client directly in the eyes. He was sitting casually, his legs crossed, as if it was his conference room you were occupying and not yours.

“My apologies Seokjin, but you are,” you corrected him politely, the tone of your voice serious and professional. “I have promised you growth between 5% and 10%. The results of the past quarter show a growth of 8%. You had asked for 15% and I had told you that it’s nothing more than wishful thinking. I even reminded you of that the last time we met.”

“Of course,” he chuckled in a cocky manner, something that he often does. “But I want 15% and you’re not giving it to me,” he persisted. It made you let out a little laugh and you leaned across the conference table, lowering your voice in the hopes of sounding gentler, kinder even - a tone that would make the words you used sound even more frightening.

“Neither could anyone else in this business, Seokjin. There isn’t a single company that could give you the 15% you are asking for. Not even with more time and a bigger budget. But by all means, find another,” you encouraged him, somehow finding a way to both hide and accentuate the mockery in your voice. “They do say that variety is the spice of life. If that is the road you decide to take, I will consider promising you that I won’t immediately refuse a re-sign once you realize that you can’t afford to lose me.”

Although you have called him that behind his back, Seokjin was not stupid. He was, however incredibly simple - like so many of his counterparts, he often thought with his wallet and not his brain. It would be incredibly idiotic to end an ongoing and profitable partnership, only to start over again with a completely different entity. And that would only be the tip of the iceberg - while he could leave, the data would stay. Of course, it would be incredibly unprofessional, illegal even, to share said data with other potential or current clients, but there were plenty of ways in which it could be used for your benefit and Seokjin’s potential harm. Seokjin knew that very well, which made his theatrical fit even more baffling to you.

“You think too highly of yourself, Y/N,” Seokjin commented and if a partnership wasn’t on the line, you would have laughed in his face at how ironic it is that he is the one saying that.

“I just know the worth of myself and my team,” you told him, re-shifting your focus on the papers before you. “I could get the numbers up to 10% by the end of this quarter.”

“I want 15,” he insisted.

“Then shall we call it a day?” you finally offered, not wanting to continue the cat and mouse game any longer. He wasn’t going to walk away and you were tired of pretending how you believed that he might.

It wasn’t easy to read him at that point, the way he was staring you down as he scanned your face, possibly waiting for a flinch or a tell-tale sign of your bluff. Sitting back in your chair, you waited patiently for him to announce what he will do next.

“Give me 10,” he decided finally, and it took a lot of strength for you to not grin in triumph, knowing that you would have your freedom from Seokjin, at least until the reports for the ongoing quartal were presented to him. “Then we’ll discuss if you’ll finally be able to give me what I actually want.”

“Wonderful,” you smiled, even though in your mind, it was anything but. “I look forward to continuing our partnership,” you announced, leaning over the table with your hand held out for him to shake. The way he glared at it had made you feel self-conscious, if only for a second but you did not have a chance to dwell on it because he finally accepted it. The handshake was brief, but firm, not showing any signs of reluctance.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he deadpans, the tone of his voice confirming that he absolutely does not think that. Without saying a word more, he turns around and leaves the conference room, leaving you alone to watch him walk away. You wait until he is out of sight, not wanting him to notice the eye roll that you were holding in for way too long. Glass walls sounded like a good idea when the office design was presented to you but having to hide your exasperation had made you second guess it.

Gathering the papers quickly, you rushed out of the conference room and to your office, looking forward to the cup of coffee that waited for you on your desk but had undoubtedly gone cold at that point. Hoseok was already waiting at the door of your office, reaching out to take the folders you were carrying.

Always one step ahead of you. Hoseok knew what you were thinking before you yourself were even aware of it. He knew your schedule in and out, your preferences on just about everything and more than anything, he was the best in helping you keep it all under control.

“How did it go?” he had asked, closing the door of your office the moment he followed you in.

“We have him for a few months more,” you sighed, leaning back in your incredibly comfy desk chair and closing your eyes, looking for a brief moment of peace. “He wanted to drop the partnership, stuck to his idiotic expectations… God, that man is infuriating.”

“So you’ve said,” Hoseok laughed, earning a glare from you, which had only made him laugh more. You didn’t blame him for it - it was easy to imagine how your rivalry and annoyance with Kim Seokjin could be amusing to an outsider. However, it was not amusing to you. “All that matters is, you’ll be getting that money. And you will not have to deal with him for a while,” he added, reminding you of the bright side, like he so often did.

When times were the hardest and days were the longest, Hoseok was there for you, whether with words of support, a kind smile, reassuring words or simply, a solution to your trouble. He was there as your right hand and support system - your loyal employee and a friend.

“That’s true,” you agreed, reaching for your coffee - your guess was correct, as it was ice cold. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t make dealing with him any bearable. He is infuriating,” you repeated, emphasizing just how perfectly the word described Seokjin.

“Are you certain that you don’t like that, boss?” Hoseok teased you, something that made you laugh and shake your head in amusement - it was not the first time that he teased you about Seokjin and your annoyance with him. You considered him too close of a friend to worry about how your inside jokes might be inappropriate, if only barely.

“I’m a simpler woman than that, Hoseok,” you joked, watching as he sat down in the chair across the table from you, the one that he so often occupied. “Him being handsome does not compensate for his tragic personality. Not that it matters anyway - the only thing I need from him is his money. I’ll have it for two more months but I don’t know what will happen after.”

“Is he still being unrealistic?” Hoseok offered you a compassionate look.

“Unbelievably so,” you confirmed, allowing a deep sigh to escape you, giving yourself one minute and no more - one minute to rant, complain and feel hopeless. “He’s clutching onto the 15% like a mad man, even though he knows no one could give him those results.”

“How long would it take us to reach that level?” he asked, opening the folders that he took from you earlier - Hoseok studied the reports diligently but there were areas he couldn’t quite understand yet. As long as he was interested and asking questions, that was fine with you - you were aware of your job not being his area of expertise when you’ve hired him. His past experience and impeccable organizational skills landed him the job of your secretary, not his abundant knowledge of business terms and project plans.

“Next quarter, maybe,” you shrugged dismissively. “It doesn’t matter how long it will take me because I won’t be pushing it to that point.”

“Because the moment you give him 15, he’ll ask for 20?” Hoseok asked, looking at you over the papers in his hand. His smirk mirrored yours the moment he realized his assumption was correct.

“Exactly,” you confirmed, proud of him for guessing it right off the bat. “We’ll see how long I can play that game with him, because it won’t be eternal. That being said, he needs us way more than we need him and as long as he’s aware of that, I’m good. Now, enough about that idiot - when is the meeting with Park again?” you asked him, wanting to continue with your daily schedule, not wanting to think of Seokjin for at least a few weeks.

“Park Jimin is scheduled for three,” Hoseok glanced at his phone to confirm. “And I’ll be bringing you your lunch fifteen minutes before,” he added.

“Hoseok!” you whined, not having to elaborate in any way before he lifted his hand to stop you from talking.

“Boss, I’m not having it. Your doctor said three meals a day and as long as I work for you, I’ll make sure you have at least two in the office,” his tone was firm in a way that made you wonder who the real boss was - if the topic was anything other than your poor dietary habits, you wouldn’t have given in as easily as you did then.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re too good for me, you know,” you told him, immediately laughing at the proud smile that appeared on his face. It made you feel happy to see how much he appreciated hearing something like that from you. And by God, did he deserve it. After three years of him being your secretary, you could only wonder how the hell you were able to function before his help.

“It’s my job,” he spread his arms, flashing the jokingly cocky smile that he reserved for moments like these. “Besides, who the hell am I going to work for if you get hospitalized? You’re on the brink of exhaustion every day, boss.”

“Enough,” you waved him off, not wanting that conversation to turn into him exhibiting the overprotectiveness that he felt towards you. “I’m fine, I’m eating, half the times my coffee is decaf. You can let my mother know that you are taking good care of me.”

“She did text me this morning, though,” Hoseok told you, immediately laughing at the way your eyes widened following his comment. “She worries, Y/N.”

“I’m just… going to ignore that you and my mother are apparently texting each other now and focus on my tasks for the day. Could you CC me on the backlink report for Park Enterprises? Jungkook had told me he had sent it to you earlier.”

“Already in your inbox,” Hoseok replied. The infamous one step ahead, as always. “Do you need me to take notes as you go through it?”

“Yes, please.”

It was not a good day, not even by a long shot. A Monday, it was bound to be terrible. But after the weekend that you’ve had, you were in no way prepared for a long, tiring Monday.

You’ve spent both Saturday and Sunday working from home, pausing only for quick power naps and snacks. You’ve had to pull in a few team members to help you, too. Jungkook and Namjoon were coming in and out of your house all weekend, while Hoseok had stayed there the whole time, having his own power naps on your living room couch.

One too many projects were due for Monday and one of those was a progress report for Seokjin. Mondays were bad enough on their own. Busy Mondays were even worse. Mondays when you have to deal with Kim Seokjin? They were pure hell.

“No headache?” Hoseok checked with you, not even lifting his eyes from the papers he was trying to organize last minute. It was amusing to see him like this again, all proper and in a suit, after you’ve spent the entire weekend watching him in neon sweatshirts.

“All good,” you confirmed. “I think the abundance of neon clothing in my sight this weekend might have been the cause of my headache, not overwork.”

“You have many good qualities boss,” Hoseok looked up to offer you what you could only describe as his most angelic smile. “I’m afraid humor is not one of them.”

“Shots fired,” you chuckled, too nervous to fully surrender yourself to the humor of the moment - it was impossible to do that, knowing what kind of day you have ahead of you. “A day will come when you will get sick of working for me and will find another job, Jung Hoseok. When it does, I’ll have a lot to say because if you weren’t working for me, I would bite back a lot harder,” you joked.

“Wouldn’t that be something?” he laughed and for a moment, you wondered if you had taken it too far. His laugh wasn’t as loud and joyful as it normally is - he wasn’t looking at you and if you were to overanalyze, which happens to be your expertise, you would wonder if he really sounded uncomfortable or if you were just imagining it.

“Did my humor miss the mark again?” you cringed, wishing you had the power to turn back time and keep that comment to yourself. Luckily, Hoseok laughed and that time, it was real.

“No,” his smile was reassuring. “I’m sure you’d have things to say if you weren’t signing my paycheck every month. I know I would.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” you asked him, now wondering if your humor had truly missed its mark not just slightly, but by a few miles.

“I’d bite harder, too.”

You were stunned, and not in the way you most likely should have been. For the briefest of moments, you’ve forgotten your setting and your position, you’ve forgotten who Hoseok is and more specifically, what he is to you, and you’ve allowed that one sentence to strike you like electricity. It passes as fast as it had shown up, you shaking your head to snap yourself out of the temporary delusion you were ejected into.

You open your mouth, despite being unsure of what you really wanted to say, only to be interrupted by your cell phone - one look at the name flashing on the screen made you shudder. You even had to pause for a deep breath before you answered, ignoring the questioning look Hoseok was giving you.

“Seokjin!” you answered with fake joy, not wanting to start off today’s conversation with him on the wrong foot. “Are you running late?” you asked, quickly checking your watch - he still has ten minutes to arrive on time and even if he doesn’t, you knew that Hoseok had left a little free time in your schedule, always wanting to be ready for possible delays and issues.

“Y/N dear, I’m afraid I cannot make it today after all,” Seokjin sounded happy, the ‘dear’ feeling so incredibly ironic to you, which it most likely was.

“It’s quite alright, Seokjin,” you reply, squeezing your fists in order to channel your anger somewhere, since you couldn’t tell him what you truly think. “We can reschedule immediately or you can reach out to my secretary at some point,” you suggested. Your eyes were closed as you were trying to calm yourself, so you weren’t able to see Hoseok, but you could feel his eyes on you. He knows you well enough to recognize the hurricane of emotions that is brewing inside you.

“It won’t be necessary,” at the sound of his laugh, your heart dropped right down to the pit of your stomach. You knew then and there what those words meant - you’ve lost him as your client. Knowing that it wasn’t an enormous loss might have been a form of comfort in the future but at that moment, you couldn’t care less about it. You’ve lost a client that you thought you’ll keep around at least until the end of the fiscal year. “I’ve received a better offer, one that I could not refuse.”

“Ah, and you’ve received it on the way to our meeting?” you sounded bitter and while you knew that you would end up regretting that comment, you simply couldn’t bite your tongue.

“Not exactly, but let’s say I was debating until the last moment,” Seokjin replies. He had won the battle, fair and square. But you will be damned if you let him win the war.

“Understandable. Well then,” you take a deep breath, a final one in order to calm yourself down before ending the conversation. “I would say that it was a pleasure doing business with you but honestly, it was anything but. I do wish you all the best in your future endeavours.”

“Likewise,” he laughs. Oh, just that laugh had made you decide at that very moment to make sure to track down his greatest competition, partner with them and do all that was in your power to make them bigger and better than Seokjin’s company. “I’ll be seeing you around, Y/N,” he ends the conversation rather rudely, leaving you with the phone still pressed to your ear, as you tried to process what had just happened and what it meant for you.

Your mind was racing, already miles ahead of you - it was as if you were having an out of body experience, like none of it was happening to you. It felt like it was all in your imagination but the pounding in your chest had told you that it wasn’t. It took you a moment too long to realize that your phone wasn’t shaking on its own accord - your hands were the ones that were shaking.

“Boss, what did he say?” you could hear Hoseok ask but other than a shake of your head, you didn’t offer him a response. It’s not that you didn’t want to - you couldn’t. You have reached the point of anger where you were unable to form words. You hadn’t even realized that you had stood up at some point, not until you were already walking towards the door.

The sound of your heels clicking fast on the floor made people’s heads turn - it’s a common sound in your offices, but not when it comes at a speed that it was then. You were all but running, trying to get to the comfort of your own office as fast as you possibly could. Once you finally did, you went to slam the door shut, not even realizing immediately that a hand had blocked you from doing so, Hoseok’s palm pressed to the glass. You had begun pacing around the office as he closed the door behind him.

“Y/N, what the hell did he say to you?” Hoseok urged you again.

“The partnership is over,” you waved your hand, signalizing that it didn’t matter, that it was irrelevant and that you did not want to talk about it. “That’s all we need to know.”

“There’s obviously more behind it,” Hoseok shook his head, giving you a stern look, one that you did not see often but one that managed to unnerve you every time. It doesn’t belong there - as much as a frown and a clenched jaw suited his face, it was wrong, it didn’t belong there. Someone as bright and cheerful as Hoseok always was should never look like that. “What did he say to you?”

“I told you!” you snapped at Hoseok, not enough to cross the line but enough to show him that you truly did not want to talk about it. You didn’t have much to say even if you wanted to - he didn’t offer an explanation or an insult. The contract ended, it was as simple as that. “The son of a bitch doesn’t want to continue the partnership - someone else offered him a better option. He didn’t say anything other than that.”

“If that’s it, then why are you acting like this?” Hoseok asked, the question immediately bewildering you. “It’s not the first partnership that has ended and it certainly won’t be the last.”

“I’m acting like this because I’m angry?” you pointed out the obvious, wondering why on earth he was questioning your reaction to begin with. You felt like a disobedient toddler when he walked towards the door, turning the smart glass to opaque. He was acting as if no one in the office should witness your tantrum, as if your reaction of anger was abnormal and that feeling only angered you more. “Oh, absolutely, by all means, make sure no one gets to see me pissed off!” you snapped at him again, this time definitely toying the line of behaving in a manner that no boss should ever behave towards their employee.

“I’m giving you privacy because I think you need it,” Hoseok sighed, clearly annoyed with you. “And yeah, I do think that once you’re calm, you will regret having the whole goddamn office having a front row seat to your anger performance.”

“My anger performance?” you laughed humorlessly, wondering how much longer you can take before you start crying, crying out of pure anger. “Hoseok, that bastard ended the partnership because I shot too high! I was playing the game and I thought I was playing it well. I’m not half as angry with Seokjin as I am with myself! I know this isn’t something I want to present to the world but don’t you think I can have one moment of weakness? Am I not allowed to have one brief moment of not knowing what the fuck I will do now?”

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” he told you in what you could describe a calming tone, but to your ears, at that moment, it sounded way too condescending for you to take it in your stride. His intentions might have been nice, completely innocent, but to you, in that moment, he was acting like a man that knew better than you. You no longer had any control of your insecurities and it was only a matter of moments before you lost control of your behaviour, too. It was too much, too much all at once.

“Hoseok, just leave me,” you tried to keep yourself calm, tried to prolong the inevitable. “I don’t want to discuss this any longer and nothing you can tell me now will make this any better. Thank you. Please leave.”

“I’m not leaving,” he shook his head casually and you couldn’t hold back the sound of exasperation that left you - he was relentless and you were tired. “Y/N, you are constantly under stress and you need to calm down. So please, calm down.”

“Hoseok, if you tell me to calm down one more time, I swear to god…”

“What?” he challenged you, cocking his eyebrow in a way that made you feel like you’re the stupid little girl and he’s the one who knows best. “What are you going to do then?”

The truth was, you didn’t know what you were going to do because you didn’t know what you were allowed to do. As a person in a position of power, you sure did feel helpless. Were you going to fire him? Absolutely not. Were you going to bluff that you might? You wouldn’t do that to anyone, especially not someone as important to you as he is. You didn’t know what you were going to do but like many times before, you could pretend that you did. That is why you walked towards him, acting the way he wanted you to all along - calm. You were putting on a performance of your lifetime by the time you stood before him, looking him square in the eyes, not letting the height difference between the two of you intimidate you even though the man before you was just that - incredibly intimidating.

“Leave.”

“And if I don’t?” he didn’t step away, not from you, not from the challenge.

“Then you’re going to see what a real fit looks like.”

You wished that you could fake confidence with your voice as well - it wavered, shaking at the last word in a way that told Hoseok that you were not as calm as you were pretending to be. You were every bit as angry as you were moments ago, your breaths becoming deeper and deeper with each second as you continued to try to compose yourself, breaking eye contact in a moment of cowardice that was so uncharacteristically you.

It happened in a flash - you didn’t even register his hand moving before it was already on you. Firmly but not violently, he took a hold of your jaw, lifting it up so that you had no choice but to look at him. “Don’t test me, Y/N,” he warned you, traces of the same anger that you were feeling flashing on his face. He was angry with you, it was obvious.

And you were speechless, never having expected him to do anything like this. He barely ever touched you in any way - and on the rare occasions that he did, it was nothing more than a friendly hug or a pat on the back. This touch, this simple action, was full of emotions you couldn’t name, emotions that had to have existed. You thought that you knew him well and the Hoseok you knew never acts out impulsively.

You were stunned and it is that that made him snap - snap out of whatever it was that he was in, his eyes widening and his hand dropping immediately away from you - he looked down, almost bewildered, taking one step away from you.

“I… I apologize,” he managed to utter, finally looking up at you again. It felt as if you weren’t looking in the same eyes you did moments ago, but there was still something there, something you couldn’t quite read or name. “That was… incredibly inappropriate.”

It really was. It was more than enough for you to ask for a resignation letter then and there. It was inappropriate, unwarranted and unacceptable. And despite it all, you couldn’t shake away the feeling of it changing everything. The way you saw him, the way he saw you, and any kind of connection that existed between you just moments ago. It truly was incredibly inappropriate and every fiber of your being liked it, in all the wrong ways.

“Do it again,” the words left you before you could stop them, before you could even consider them! You were out of your goddamn mind and Hoseok had opened the Pandora box you haven’t even realized that you had kept locked - with several deadbolts.

“What?” Hoseok asked - you weren’t sure if he didn’t hear you or was checking your sanity. Or perhaps even both.

“Do it again,” you repeated, stepping closer to him, much closer than you should have. “You want me to calm down? Then make me.”

The silence is heavy and you imagined the thoughts that were going through his mind and if they were anything similar to the ones swarming yours. All you could think of was how inherently wrong it was to be even saying those words and how you had never wanted to say anything more.

Make me. Two words that carried so much weight, weight that you were hoping Hoseok would recognize. If his grin was anything to go by, he did.

“Well now you’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, realizing that whatever it is that you were feeling, he was feeling, too. The way he was looking at you was both menacing and inviting and when he reached out to grab your jaw again, you finally had the guts to name the feeling you felt.

Turned on. You were completely turned on by him and the way he held you, the way he looked at you. It went against who you were as a person and the position you held but by god, were your knees weak the moment he gripped your jaw again.

You were positive that he could recognize your reactions - the way your breath hitched and your eyes widened - it was dangerous and wrong but it felt so damn right. He must have felt it too, because he lessened the distance between you, now standing so close that you could feel his breath on your face, which had only made you feel more.

“Are you sure?” he asked, no longer as menacing as he was moments before but very serious. You could understand what he was asking for - it was easy to see how he was the only one between the two of you who still understands how serious this is and how much trouble it could bring you. He asked, he gave you a chance to stop it, an option to take it back and stop this madness. And you wanted nothing to do with it.

“I said make me.”

No amount of preparation would have been sufficient to warn you on how the feeling of Hoseok’s lips on yours would make you feel. It was instant, comparable only to a spark of electricity, the way it all shifted the moment he kissed you. It was all you wanted but were too scared to admit, all that your body had wanted for god knows how long. And more than anything, it was reciprocated - the way he grabbed you by the hips and pressed you to his front while deepening the kiss had confirmed it.

You were grasping at him, desperate to pull him closer to you, to feel him against you in every possible way. A moan escaped you, muffled by his kiss, and it was that sound that made you both certain that whatever it was, it won’t be ending with just a kiss. Hoseok gave in to your demands, letting you anchor your arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to cling onto him as long as you possibly can. When he started to pull away, he did so slowly, leaving you with quick pecks before leaning his head back to see you. You could only imagine the thoughts that were running through his head and be frightened that he will bring them all to fruition. Something about this Hoseok frightened you and you loved it.

“You never listen to me,” he tsked, sounding disappointed. “I sometimes wonder why I even bother, when I know you’ll never do as you are told.”

“I will!” the words leave you before you could even realize what you were implying - and once you did, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The moment he put his hands on you, you were ready to do whatever he wanted you to do and you haven’t changed your mind. “I’ll listen to you, I promise,” you reassure him immediately.

“I can tell that you want to be a good girl,” his grin is menacing in a way that if the situation wasn’t so sexual, you would legitimately be frightened. “But I don’t know if you know how to. You never do as you are told, Y/N.”

“Fine,” you suddenly snapped, not enjoying how your promises were falling on deaf ears. “Then you can leave my office and we’ll forget this ever happened,” you lie, knowing damn well that no matter if it ends or continues, you will never be able to forget this. Whether Hoseok knew you were lying or not, you weren’t sure - and it didn’t matter, because your threat was the straw that broke the camel’s back - with his hand in your hair, Hoseok pushed you into a kiss, one that you accepted gladly, not bothering to hold back the sounds of relief.

You hadn’t even realized that you were moving until you hit the side of your desk with your ass - judging by the way he pushes you even more into it, it’s exactly what Hoseok wanted. He kissed you passionately and you greeted him with equal enthusiasm, making you briefly wonder just how long both of you wanted to do that, without ever realizing it - or simply keeping it brewing under the surface, unwilling to act on it.

His kisses were passionate with a dash of roughness, something that wasn’t so familiar to you in such a setting, but once again - when it is Hoseok, you didn’t seem to mind it. You even encouraged it, biting on his bottom lip and dragging it with your teeth, relishing both the way he hissed, and the unspoken promise you could recognize in the look he gave you.

“Turn around,” he told you and you understood it for what it was - an order. Excited but nervous, you did as he told you, turning your back to him. You were faced with the glass walls of your office, reminding you of where you were and how stupid you were actually being. No one could see you through the glass, or at least you hoped so - not that it mattered much, seeing as the door was very much unlocked. The realization made you want to run to it quickly and lock it, making sure that what happens on this side of the door stays on this side of the door. But something told you that Hoseok wouldn’t like that and at that moment, you wanted to humor him more than you wanted to ensure your privacy. You were at his mercy and he knew it.

He ran his hands down your body, starting from your shoulders and down your back, stopping only when he reached the hem of your skirt. Sneaking one finger under it, he runs it on the naked skin of your thighs, slowly, almost as if he was warning you.

“Every suggestion I ever made was in your best interest,” he speaks again, his fingers applying more pressure to your thighs. “And you almost never listen, sweetheart,” you were not expecting a nickname, especially not one said so sweetly, it made you wonder if it was actually mocking. “Why should I treat you well if you never listen?”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, not completely certain if you meant it or were saying it just because it was something he wanted to hear. Yes, you did want to play your part well, you wanted to continue the game well - but a different part of you could understand the deeper intentions of his words. He did always want the best of you and you were sorry for not always taking it into consideration. Or maybe you were imagining it all.

“We could stop,” he reminded you, the notion that made you pause and take a deep, calming breath. “We probably should stop.”

“I don’t want to,” you say, painfully aware of him no longer touching you. He stood behind you and you could very much feel his presence but the lack of touch, of his skin on yours in any way, was unnerving - it felt so wrong. “I don’t want to stop, Hoseok.”

He didn’t reply immediately but he did start touching you again - his fingers moved your hair to the side, clearing the way for him to reach your neck - he did so quickly, barely pressing his lips to your skin and leaving fleeting kisses before whispering into your ear. “Give me a safeword.”

That made your eyes widen. “Safe word?” you laugh nervously, trying to keep a hold of your sanity and not lose focus at the ticklish feeling his breath was leaving on your skin. “What exactly are you planning to do to me?”

“Whatever I want,” was his answer and it affected you immediately - you could feel the wetness between your legs now, physical proof of the way he was making you feel while barely doing anything. “As long as you don’t tell me to stop, of course.”

The idea made you salivate, and wonder if there was anything you wouldn’t let him do. “Fax machine.”

“Fax machine?” he chuckled at your choice but accepted it nonetheless. “Very well. Don’t hesitate to use it, sweetheart,” he tells you, and the moment you nod, he moves you - suddenly, making you gasp as he literally bends you over with the press of his palm to your back. With your cheek pressed to the shiny wooden surface of your desk, you were facing the office door - a sight that you have never greeted this way before. It was exhilarating and downright scary, the notion that someone could walk in at any given moment and see you like this. Bent over the desk for your secretary, completely at his mercy.

Hoseok was moving around behind you, you only catching subtle movements in your peripheral vision as you waited in silence, listening, just like how he wanted. You have gotten so used to the lack of touch, you end up jumping in surprise when you feel his palms over your ass. “Let’s see what you hide underneath that skirt, boss,” his voice sounded deeper than it ever did before, the addition of the word boss doing things to you - things that you could never voice but that he will undoubtedly find proof of on your underwear. He lifts your skirt up, the tight fabric sliding up to cover your hips as he chuckles at the sight. “Black lace. Why am I not surprised?”

You don’t answer him - you don’t know what to say. Has he imagined you like this before? Would it come as a surprise to know that he had? You never did, you never dared - in your mind, it was never an option. Had you known this is how you would end up, perhaps you wouldn’t have been as hesitant to let your mind wander and think of unspeakable scenarios.

“Would you look at that,” he commented, almost in amazement. “You’re wet already. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You wanted to bite back and answer how it should be obvious that you were, given your position, but something told you you’d pay for any attitude you show. You decided to keep your answer short and simple. “Yes.”

He says nothing as he pulls up the fabric to reveal more of your skin, grabbing at it greedily. No longer worried about his next move, you closed your eyes and surrendered yourself to him completely. When you feel him pressing himself against your ass, you move only slightly, giving him a little bit of friction - he seemed to like it, deciding to lean over you - the way he was positioned above you made his tie tickle your back, despite the shirt you were still in. Both of you were overdressed and it annoyed you to no end but you kept your mouth shut, letting him do both the talking and all the work. He was shamelessly kissing your neck, showing no signs of care of any traces he might leave behind. The determination in which he sucked at your skin made you wonder if that was his actual plan - to have you covered in hickeys for the whole world to see. “You have a great ass, sweetheart,” he bit your neck softly, as he squeezed your ass harder than before. “I can’t wait to pound it six ways to Sunday.”

“Hoseok!” you gasped rather loudly, completely shocked with how shameless he was. It made him laugh and the sound that filled your ears made it even worse for you - you want it. You want him to deliver the promise and you wouldn’t even mind him laughing darkly as he does so. God, you’d let him do it in a heartbeat.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he told you and you knew immediately that he was anything but. “You wouldn’t like that? You wouldn’t want me to take you in any way I want?” his voice whispering in your ear made it so much worse for you, leaving you instantly powerless.

“I would,” you admitted quickly. “I’d let you do it all.”

“I knew you could be a good girl if you really tried,” he actually sounded happy and not nearly as serious as he was before. It reminded you how the Hoseok that had promised to ruin your ass is the same smiley Hoseok that reminds you daily not to skip your meals. It was a 180 degree switch that you have not seen coming. “Do you feel this?” he asked as he slowly ground against you, letting you feel him through the tightness of his pants - he was already hard and had no shame in showing it. “You have no idea how hot you look like this… lying on your desk, just waiting to be used.”

“Then,” you urge him, knowing that you couldn’t last long like this - the risk of someone walking in on the two of you petrified you and after feeling his cock against you, you wanted it inside you as fast as possible. “Use me.”

“Oh, I plan on doing just that,” he promised as he moved away from you - he still kept his erection pressed to you but you were the one doing all the work. You moved against him, imagining the way he’d fill you up, how he’d fuck you fast and hard, leaving you begging and drooling for him, asking for more, not caring what more entailed. So lost in your fantasy, you didn’t even realize what he was doing until he was already finished - your arms were pressed together behind your back, tied around the wrist with what you think is his tie. The realization made you shudder immediately and he could recognize it. “Are you okay with this? Just say the word and I’m stopping.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him as you test the fabric against your skin - you were tied tight enough to be unable to move your hands but not enough for it to hurt.

“Not too tight?” he checks.

“No, it’s okay.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he laughs when you nod, not trusting your ability to speak. Realization struck you hard the moment he went from the Hoseok you know to the Hoseok you’ve just met. It was as if his dark chuckle is your signal that the switch is flipped and that you were at his mercy. “You love this… being bent over the desk in your office… tied up and ready to be fucked,” he continued, and instead of nodding or verbally confirming it in any way, you move your ass against him, a move that made him groan. He wasn’t expecting it and it made you feel a bit better about yourself. Having lost all power, it was reassuring to know that he is still affected by you, even if he doesn’t show it. “Anyone can walk in, boss. See you like this, wet and desperate for my cock… you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

No, you really wouldn’t. But the notion that it might happen, that the risk does exist, made you whimper. You would be humiliated, ruined, mocked - and all for the cock you were yet to see. It would be your end and not even that knowledge was enough to make you stop this.

“Hoseok, please,” you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. “Please just do something… Touch me, fuck me, anything.”

“It doesn’t surprise me at all to know you’re as demanding during sex as you are during work,” he comments - you would bow your head in shame if you could move. “You’re very, very lucky that we happen to want the same things. I’ll fuck you stupid, Y/N. That’s a promise. But first I’m going to have my fun with you.”

Shit. You were hoping he’d run at a chance to bottom out and fill you up - you should have known better. Hoseok is a notorious perfectionist in all areas of life, always preferring to do something well than to rush it to completion. You were fucked, both literally and figuratively.

“Hoseok,” you beg, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“I think you need to be patient, Y/N,” he comments casually, as if he was suggesting that you shouldn’t whine about waiting for your coffee to be made or something. He took full advantage of you being tied and powerless - so much so, it made you wonder if he was actually on a revenge mission. It didn’t help that he stepped away from you, leaving you lying dumbly on the edge of the desk, with your skirt up and ass in the open. You weren’t warned before he pulls down your underwear, leaving you completely bare and in the cold air - you were ridiculously wet and you could just tell that he’ll revel in it. “Look at that… your pussy is even prettier than I imagined.”

“You imagined?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“There she goes again… yes, Y/N. I did. It’s hard not to, with you skipping around the office every day in a tight skirt. I wanted you - is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I don’t mind knowing it,” you answer honestly, wanting to tell him more, to reassure him that there isn’t a single part of you that thinks this is a bad idea. You want to tell him that you want him, too - you don’t get to because before you can even open your mouth to speak, he delivers a smack, directly to your sex.

You whine loudly, startled and hurt but oh so turned on - it stings, but it does so in a way that makes you want more. More and harder.

“You never listen,” he repeated the same words he had said earlier. “And even now with your pussy out in the open, wet for me, you still want to hear me praise you?”

“No! It’s not like that! I-”

Another smack, this one only adding to the throbbing sensation that never left from the previous hit. You were becoming dangerously loud, bringing the two of you closer to having your cover blown with each sound that escaped you. “You’re being very loud, sweetheart,” he pointed out the obvious - and seconds later, he dangles your ruined underwear right in front of your face. You swallow a lump that formed in your throat, immediately aroused at the thought of him suggesting what he was about to suggest. “It’s a good thing we have something to stuff your mouth with, huh?”

You say nothing, simply opening your mouth enough for him to do what he pleases. It makes him laugh, the ease with which you surrendered to every suggestion he offered. You yourself were surprised and will probably have to think long and hard about this later - you were never the one to be so compliant, so stupidly submissive. He could suggest fucking you in the middle of the office cafeteria and you’d probably accept it on the spot.

“What a good girl you are for me, sweetheart,” he comments, giving your cheek a gentle caress, a dash of softness in an abundance of pure roughness. He gently puts your underwear into your mouth, leaning over to give you a good look - you were unable to see him for a bit now and the sight of him was enough to make you forget about the wet fabric you could feel on your tongue. He looked so incredibly hot, with no tie and his shirt half-open, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat and hair dishevelled. You found out what Hoseok looked like turned on and your chest filled with pride at the notion that you were the sole cause of it. “Can you speak? You could give me your safeword if needed?”

Yes,” you mumble, immediately laughing at the muffled sound that you made. It was so wrong, so so wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself - you had to laugh at the very stupidity of not being able to talk properly because your secretary put your wet lace thong into your mouth. You laugh, and even if it lasted only for a moment, you could see the Hoseok you knew well - he joined in on the laughter, probably realizing the ridiculousness of the situation. Whether he knew it or not, you needed that moment - some form of proof that the man who has you begging and drooling for him is still the same one who you rely on so much in your daily life, the one who cares about you more than an employee should and that never greets you with anything other than a blinding smile.

You couldn’t understand the science of it, but your dear Hoseok was the same man that was doing all of these unspeakable things to you, in your own office, for anyone to walk in on you. No amount of explaining could ever make you understand and you were fine with that.

“Cute,” he offers an angelic smile, looking you dead in the eye as he delivers the next smack. You weren’t expecting it, once again reacting to it loudly, enjoying the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, both at the sound and at the sight of you. Looking him directly in the eyes while he was ruining you was a completely new experience - it enhanced everything.

“The whole office will hear you, sweetheart,” he tells you in a sweet voice, looking at you with what you could only describe as a mixture of pity and desire. “Do you want that?”

You shake your head, using every ounce of your self-control to not react to the smack he delivered next. “Good girl. God, it’s so much better when I can look at you… You like this, don’t you? Do you want more?” he asked, spanking you the moment you nodded your head. You were ready for a hit this time, but you didn’t expect his fingers to reach your clit this time around - once again, you were louder than you should have been, whining shamelessly as you back into his waiting hand, rubbing yourself against it and hissing in pain when you felt the fabric around your wrists tighten - you were moving around more instinctively, reacting, silently asking for more. Hoseok’s eyes were blown wide, moving up and down your pathetic form - you would have gladly given up all your possessions just to know the thoughts that were swarming his head. You wanted to hear all the things he wanted to do to you even before he did them - you wanted any crumbs he was willing to give.

“You’re perfect,” he was in awe now, moving around the desk to stand directly in front of you - you were face to face with the bulge in his pants - bulge of a very promising size. If you had the ability to move, you would have mouthed over it, kissed it, bitten it - you’d do anything he would allow you to. You wanted to do it - to try and move, to mumble out your suggestion but Hoseok had different plans - instead of stuffing your mouth with his cock, he simply showed you the open palm of his hand - reddened and completely wet.

His power over you was embarrassing - the sight of your wetness on his palm was enough for you to whine for him, to try and move, pulling at the fabric that kept your hands immobile - letting out a pitiful cry when you realized that you couldn’t do anything.. “Oh baby… you want more, don’t you?” he asked and you took the chance to give him your best doe eyed look, hoping it would be enough to tug on his heartstrings and maybe, just maybe, convince him not to prolong your misery. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you answered, your impromptu gag falling out of your mouth completely. “Please.”

“Very soon, baby,” he uses the pet name again - and as much as you enjoyed him calling you sweetheart, this one felt more personal to you. Were you delusional? Most likely - he made you lose your mind very quickly and with no prior warning. You weren’t quite sure if anything that was happening was actually completely real and not a very vivid dream. In the haze that you were in, the word baby sounded more meaningful to you and if you were wrong, it was something that you will have to deal with at a later time. Especially since Hoseok began to unbutton his pants.

“Can I suck you off?” you ask, keeping your eyes peeled to his crotch, enjoying the way his movements were purposely slow - even then, when he was simply unzipping his pants, he was still teasing you.

“We don’t have that much time, baby,” his words sounded distant to you because all you could focus on was his dick that was finally out in the open, merely inches away from your face. It was long and thick, looking incredibly hard - the way Hoseok stroked himself slowly made you want to cry - you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth, suck on it hard, in the hopes of making Hoseok feel at least one bit of the pleasure and madness you were drowning in. He had turned you into the definition of desperate and you wanted nothing more than to thank him for it. “Can you stand up?”

Instead of answering, you do it - slowly standing up, you try moving your arms a bit, just to make sure they haven’t gone completely numb. Feeling dizzy, you try to focus on your own well-being and not on his cock, if only for a second. By the time you have gathered yourself, he was behind you and holding onto your shoulders. He turned you around to face him, something you weren’t ready for. Seeing him that close up, without a mask of dominance, felt like a punch to your gut. He was absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful in a way that you could only describe as raw.

Without looking away from you, he reached behind your back and you could feel him moving to free your hands. You could feel the silk slip away from your wrists but before you could make any sort of move, he was already moving to unbutton your shirt - he did so fast but carefully, thankfully carefully enough not to send any buttons flying. “Take off your shoes,” is the only instruction you were given and you followed it quickly, glad to be on safe ground. Without the advantage of heels, he seemed even more imposing to you.

As your shirt hit the floor, Hoseok pulled you closer, initiating another kiss immediately. Chest to chest and with his hardness between you, it was easy for you to take full advantage of your mobile arms - running your fingers along his back and along the nape of his neck, grabbing a hold of his hair. You didn’t dare pull no matter how much you wanted to, knowing that there would have to be some form of retaliation. You would undoubtedly love it, but there was only so much you could handle.

Hoseok escaped your grasp but he didn’t go far - he sat down in front of you, in your precious desk chair, his legs spread and his dick standing proud and ready for you. You stood in silence, waiting for him to either do something or tell you what to do. And he did - he simply waved his hand up and down his body, as if he was telling you to help yourself. That you did - without pausing to even consider it, you walked over to him and slowly sat down on his lap, mentally thanking yourself for picking out a desk chair without armrests.

It was obvious that he’d left everything to you now - he did not move and did not look away from your eyes, not for one second. Not even when you put your hands around his dick, gently squeezing it. He did not say a word but his breath hitched and not even a second later, he was biting his bottom lip. Much needed reassurance came with that - seeing that you were not the only one that is so turned on by all of this helped you a lot with what you’ve decided to do next - with one hand on his shoulder for stability and the other still firmly wrapped around his dick, you lifted yourself up and slowly, extremely slowly, let him slide inside you and before you knew it, he bottomed out. You were holding onto his shoulders with both hands now, trying to get used to the feeling and calm down your breathing at the same time.

He didn’t sit idly anymore - instead, he slid his hands between your bodies and reached for your breasts, gently squeezing them - an action that made you shiver, despite the lace that was still separating your skin from his.

“Don’t you dare move,” his voice was low but very strict - you knew he was serious. And for the first time since this entire situation spiraled from a small argument to full blown… sexual encounter, you wanted to fight back. No, you wanted to move, as soon as you possibly could, as fast as you possibly could. It feels wrong, so damn wrong, especially when you couldn’t recall if you have ever felt more full in your entire life. He was completely focused on your neck, licking it and biting it, something that made the haze in your mind even worse - you were losing the last of self-control that you’ve had. One particularly harsh bite served as a metaphorical slap that snapped you out of it.

“But…” you started, not sure what you should even say. “Why would… I want to…” your words were broken up by deep breaths and you could only hope that they were making sense to him. They must have, seeing as detaches himself from your neck, his hands letting go of your breasts and reaching for your face, his thumbs moving across your cheeks in a gentle, comforting manner.

“Don’t move,” he repeated. His hands weren’t the only gentle thing anymore - his voice was too, smooth and low, surprisingly calming given your current predicament. You wanted nothing more but to bounce on his cock like your life depended on it and here he was, calmly telling you to do anything but. “I want to stay like this and enjoy the moment. You’re mine and I want to savor it. Learn patience, boss,” the contrast of an order having such a soft delivery, along with the feeling of him, hard and ready inside you, had proven to be too much. Your deep breaths were threatening to turn into sobs, more and more so with each passing second. He let you be for a few moments, possibly waiting for you to calm down on your own but the moment he realized that it was fruitless, you were snuggled against his chest, comforting hands slowly going up and down your back. “Shhh,” he softly shooshed you, following it with a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’ve got you.”

Oh, did that stir emotions within you, emotions that never should have been unearthed, much less acknowledged and openly discussed. It was easy to push it away, at least for the time being - his embrace dragged you out of your head and back into the moment, leaving you focused on not much else other than the feeling of him - in and around you. Despite the risk of someone walking in on the two of you at any moment, you felt as if the you had all the time in the world - despite the dose of urgency in his earlier kisses, you knew that he would give you all the time in the world - time to calm down, get used to this, decide if you want to continue or not.

Not that not continuing was a real option in your mind - it was literally the last thing you wanted. The only reason you were as overwhelmed as you were was because he did not let you move and that was enough for your mind and calm to slip out of your fingers.

With each passing second, your breath stabilized and you’ve become more aware of everything - the way he smells of his signature cologne, the gentleness in the feel of his skin on yours and the fullness of him inside you, the enjoyable stretch that he gave you with a promise of how good it would feel once one of you started moving. You could now appreciate the moment fully, though - it was easy to see why he wanted to savor it, because as much as you wanted him to move, now and fast, you kind of wouldn’t have minded staying like that forever.

“Are you okay?” he asked you, leaning back in the chair to give you a good look - he stared you down, looking for any sign of distress. You felt his shoulders relax in relief once he saw you crack a smile at him - you were okay and more than ready to continue.

“I’m fine,” you opted for verbal reassurance as well. “I want to do this. Just… fuck me, I guess?” the laugh you let out showed just how surreal this felt for you. You did not know if Hoseok could relate or not but your comment made him smile and give you a cheeky wink.

“Oh, I plan to,” he promised as he moved his hips just enough for his dick to move, barely even sliding out of you before sliding back in - not even an inch, but it was enough to make you shudder. “You like that, don’t you boss? Like having my cock inside you?” he purred with an evil smile - unlike before, you were face to face now, which gave him a perfect opportunity to observe your reactions and relish the sporadic waves of shame that hits you whenever he would say something particularly dirty. It makes you wonder if he’s paying you back for something - you believed that you have always been a good boss but his teasing made you wonder if he had a bone to pick with you.

“Why are you like this?” you whine. You decided to take matters into your own hands, rolling your hips desperately, only getting a chance to do it twice before he stops you with his hands on your waist, holding you firmly - you try to move, not caring how pathetic that might look, knowing he will likely enjoy it anyways. He doesn’t give in. “Why?”

“I never thought cock would drive you crazy like this,” he cackled, and if you weren’t scared of him leaving you high and dry, you would have rolled your eyes and offered a comment that would undoubtedly annoy him. However, you have absolutely no power against him, so you decided to stay quiet and offer him nothing but a pout. “You want to be fucked hard, don’t you boss?” he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear - something that would normally be sweet and nice but then seemed like nothing but mockery. “Want to come on my cock, screaming so the whole office can hear you?”

“Yes,” you answered immediately, hoping that confirmation will make him act faster. “Fuck me. Ruin me. Own me. I don’t care who hears, I don’t care if the whole world sees - just fuck me, please Hoseok.”

Was it the begging? You didn’t know and you didn’t particularly care either - whatever it was, it had worked and with no prior warning, Hoseok held onto you tightly and stood up - you barely held back on a scream of surprise, knowing that the last thing you needed was for someone to actually hear you. No matter what you said, no matter how hot it was, you truly did not want anyone to walk in on you in such a position. Without saying anything, Hoseok sat you down on the desk, right on the edge of it and before you could question him, he nudged you back - you were lying down, face up, spread out before him and with one hell of a view - him, hungry and horny. “I’ll make you regret that, boss,” his warning made you swallow a lump. Before you could tell him that no, you’ll never regret it, he was slamming into you, his thrust hard and merciless.

He didn’t prolong your torture no more, oh no - he was the exact opposite. He got his cock warmed up and he was hammering into you like his life depended on it. You wanted to say something, ask him to never stop or praise how good he felt - but you ended up with your mouth hanging open dumbly, not having a chance to say a single word before he was slamming into you again. He was not gentle in any way, the complete opposite of the guy who helped you calm down not too long ago - he was ruthless and you loved it. If anything, you wanted him to fuck you even harder and faster than he already was - something he probably could have guessed based on the sounds you were making.

“Boss, you need to be quiet,” he laughed - he was really laughing at you, at the way he was ruining you in all the right ways. His power over you was humorous to him - it would have pissed you up if his cock wasn’t slamming into you still, hitting the spot that made you whine in response. It was the final straw for him - before you realized what he was doing, he had his fingers in your mouth - your lips immediately closed around them, knowing what he wanted you to do. “If you don’t shut up, the whole office will see and hear you coming on my cock. Be a good girl, stay quiet and suck on my fingers like you would on my cock.”

And that you did - you sucked on them, played around with your tongue, almost completely losing focus on the way he was still fucking into you - until he used his other hand and pinched your clit, causing you to arch your back and bite his fingers. He hissed, having not expected that kind of reaction but instead of punishing you, he rewarded you - or so you thought, when his fingers started rubbing your clit in tandem with the way his cock was sliding in and out of you. “Have you ever squirted, boss?”

You just nodded, his fingers blocking any words you could say - not that you would even be able to speak. Your confirmation made him laugh and his laugh caused another shiver to run down your spine - it sounded menacing.

“That’s hot boss, I’d love to see it,” he told you, moving his fingers against your clit even faster but slowing down his thrusts - he was attacking you with a sudden change in speed. “But you know you can’t do that, right? If you squirt, you’ll ruin my clothes and the whole office will know how good I fucked you, boss. Every time you walk down these hallways, they will all talk about how you squirted all over the desk for your secretary.”

“God yes!” your scream is muffled with your mouth being stuffed, but he could understand you perfectly. Sensing a challenge, he sped up again. Like in all other aspects in life, Hoseok was diligent, focused and overall just amazing at it - he was fucking you like it’s his last chance to do so, like he wanted to make sure that no matter what occurs in your life, you will never ever forget the feel of his dick inside you, slamming you into smitherines.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” you barely warned him before it was happening, a wave of shakes coursing through your body - you had no control of it, finding yourself tossing and turning - as much as he had let you. While you were in your own world, losing touch with the reminders of sanity, he did not slow down in any way - he slammed into you so much that you could hear the monitor on your desk shaking, over and over again as he continued to pinch and rub at your clit in turns, knowing that you were one step away from another orgasm. It didn’t take long for it to hit you and while you were trashing again, you could hear a long, drawn out grunt leave him, followed by the distinct feeling of his cum filling you up. That alone caused another shudder, your imagination running wild at the idea of it leaking out of you and making a mess - you know he’d love that imagery, too.

“Baby, fuck,” he fell on top of you, his lips pressing against your ear as he took his time to calm down his breathing. You were still dizzy, both physically and mentally - your body felt as if it would fall apart into pieces if you were to dare and stand up, while your mind was still trying to come to terms with you allowing Hoseok to fuck you stupid in your workplace.

Without letting his dick slip out of you, Hoseok started moving and he brought you with him. Slowly, he had picked you up and went a few steps back towards the chair with you in his arms - once he plopped down, he hugged you and helped you come back to your senses, similarly like he did before - in silence, with gentle caresses to your back and a few stray kisses to your cheeks. It took you a while but once you were finally comfortable in your ability to speak, you leaned back to get a good look at him, ignoring the way his cock twitched inside you. “That was…” you tried, quickly realizing that if there is a right word to describe it, it is not in your vocabulary. No adjective that you know could do it justice.

“I know,” he nodded, smiling at you softly - a sharp contrast to the man that had fucked you ruthlessly. He gently pushed your hair behind your shoulder, acting as if he is still trying to help you come to your senses and back to normalcy. His fingers drummed against the skin of your neck as he proceeded to slide them along the traces of his bites and hickies. “Y/N… I’ll give you my resignation letter by the end of the workday and start my two weeks notice tomorrow.”

The sound you let out did not have a definition - it was not a gasp but also not a wail. If you had to name it then and there, you would say it’s the sound of a person coming face to face with the biggest mistake of their life, right before it kills them on sight. You were not in any way ready to hear that - you wouldn’t have been even if the events of that day did not occur. In the years that he had worked for you, despite knowing that that day will eventually come, you never imagined Hoseok telling you that he will officially leave your side. You especially did not imagine him doing so while his cock is still nestled inside you, with his cum leaking out of you in a way that at first made you feel proud, only for it to turn to shame.

“Hoseok,” you stared, not bothering to hide that you were at a loss for words. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t think that it would be a mistake,” you shook your head, feeling horrible, blood freezing panic spreading from your chest through your whole body. “Please don’t do this, I’ll never be able to forgive myself!”

“Boss,” he started but you shook your head, trying to step away from him, get off him, but he didn’t let you, his arms rendering you immobile as he held onto you.

“I can’t believe I did this, I can’t believe I got you into this, please don’t just…”

“Y/N!” his voice was an octave louder and that made you shut up - he looked mildly amused, more than anything else. “Can I speak now?” he asked, to which you nodded, hoping that he will either change his mind or at least let you get off his cock before he proceeds to stomp on your already broken heart. “I’m not quitting because this happened. I’m quitting because I want it to happen again,” he tells you and there was no doubt now - he was amused and perhaps even touched, smiling at you like he often did.

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled. “Did you really think I’d quit because we fucked with my dick still inside you?”

“To be fair, you absolutely did that,” you pointed out.

“Technically, yes,” he agreed reluctantly. “But you didn’t let me finish. I.. don’t have a problem with what just happened. The only thing that bothers me is that it did not happen sooner,” there he was, the Hoseok you knew and needed, with a smile that could scare all the clouds away. “I wanted to quit for a while now, knowing that it’s the only way I could ask you out without you facing repercussions for being with an employee. Plus, I thought my chances would be better that way. I wanted us to cross this threshold for a long time but I never thought it would happen with us fucking on your desk.”

“Oh we did a lot more,” you snorted, amazed at the way he was downplaying all the filthy shit he did to you - all the filthy shit you begged for. “Saying we simply fucked on the desk is the understatement of the century. You… you… spanked my pussy, Hoseok!” you angry whispered, unable to hold back a smile once seeing his shiteating grin.

“I did and you loved it.”

There was no use in denying it. “So… you want to have… a personal relationship with me? And you would give up your job for that?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, I’m pretty sure Namjoon needs a new secretary anyways,” he shrugged. “I would go far enough for our… personal relationship to not raise any eyebrows. But yes, I want to be with you. In any way you’ll let me. We’ve had more than enough time to get to know each other - long enough for me to know that I want to spend time with you, be with you and smack that pussy all over again.”

“God yes,” your head fell onto his shoulder, almost as if you were surrendering to him completely, again, something that made him laugh. “Consider the resignation and date both accepted,” you told him. There was nothing you wanted more than to allow yourself to feel giddy, to enjoy this new turn of events that you were perhaps hoping for, although you were way too frightened to admit it to yourself. There was so much to unpack and so little time to do it, seeing as you still have the rest of this workday to go through.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Hoseok started. “We’re going to get dressed and be presentable. You’ll get back into your soaking panties and work hard for the rest of the day. Once we clock out, I’ll take you back to mine, make us dinner and then I’ll fuck you again - this time, properly.”

You could only gulp and nod, agreeing immediately, knowing that no matter what he does, you won’t end up regretting agreeing to it.

“Oh and babe?” he asked, making your insides burn at the pet name. “Don’t let a drop of that cum slip out of you,” he warned as he suddenly lifted you up, making you clench your walls to stop any of his cum from dripping out. He looked at your ruined pussy, tapped it once for good measure, albeit gently, and gave you his most angelic smile. “Good girl.”

“Damn you,” you replied, making him laugh instantly. “You’d better make those promises come true.”

“You know I will, boss.”

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down the hatches | jhs

↣ pairing: pirate!hoseok x merchant!reader

↣ summary: to Hoseok, you were his only love as he was to yours and you both managed to maintain this secret for so long but what if fate wanted to decide the inevitable instead?

↣ rating: 18+

↣ genre: smut, angst, pirate!au, historical!au

↣ word count: 3k

↣ additional warnings: cheating, jealousy, obligatory marriage, possessiveness, name-calling, unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex (exhibitionism), brief cunnilingus, hair pulling, denied orgasms, impregnation kink, creampie, this is not Hobi but Hoseok cuz he mad 💀

a/n: i wrote this in less than 8 hours 🤡 and i know i said i don't look at him this way but he's the first member to flash in my mind when i see "pirates" so here we go. i'm pumped since our house is hosting this month's quidditch and it's also my first game so yiee! thank you so much to my moon @bangtanhome who really worked hard on this gorgeous banner even when he’s busy streaming! go check her blog and support their works y’all <3.

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⁂ Hosted by: 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔢 (@inkedtae) through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: Rough Waters - Infidelity

⤐ Themes: Pirates, Secret Relationship

⤐ Kinks: Spanking, Rope Play, Humiliation, Overstimulation, Degradation, Face Fucking, Panty Sniffing, Clit Biting, Pain Kink, Dirty Talk

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The rustling of the usual morning roused you from sleep, prompting you to get ready for another day at the marketplace near the dock.

As usual, you had prepared everything as this was your daily routine since you were young. There was something that propelled you to carry on despite the dull duties.

Him.

You had been waiting for Hoseok for months. The last time you had seen him was when he informed you how this expedition that he would be going into would take a long time. He had promised you as usual that he would bring even more luxurious gifts when he returned.

The streets were bustling with vendors selling their goods to every passerby and you basked in the smell of fresh fruits as you walked towards your own stall. You often set up and waited for consumers until sunset, before you went home to prepare dinner for you and your husband.

You noticed your fellow merchants hustle and you immediately caught on the news of the new ship that just landed. The marketplace only gets enthusiastic when there are ships from other countries that land in the dock even for a short period of time.

Hearing the news made you thrilled but nervous at the same time. You weren’t sure how you would greet Hoseok but you would still wait for him, just like old times. It had been a while and you hoped that we would come by at your stall, you just wanted to see him again.

You were preparing as you tidied up yourself in front of the mirror during your break time for lunch. Storing some extra clothing at the trunk was a good idea since the start, you were always prepared and this was something that you have done since the beginning.

It was late afternoon already but Hoseok still hadn't visited you and you were starting to worry if the ship that docked was the ship he was in almost a year ago. If he wouldn’t visit you then you would just visit him on the ship he was in, it was easy to find his crew mates from the crowd in this marketplace anyways and you knew some of them.

You were closing up your booth as the sun set and you were contemplating bringing something for him but then it wouldn't matter since he would have way more opulent souvenirs with him so you opted to just bring him a meal that you personally cooked.

It was dark when you were walking towards the ship where his crew mates said that he'd be staying tonight and when you asked why, they simply shrugged and avoided your other questions. The lamp on your hand was swaying abruptly when you reached the ramp, the waves of water under caused you to barely balance your stance as you walked up to the entrance of the ship.

It was quiet on the deck so you were confused if Hoseok was actually here, maybe you were just in the wrong ship? But you felt like someone was staring at the back of your head, you didn’t turn around though because they could be someone else.

"my, my, my, what do we have here?"

You inhaled sharply after hearing his voice that you had missed so much, but you were a bit stunned that the usual bright tone in them was missing this time. Turning to him you relished the sight of Hoseok under the moon, the light illuminating his handsome features.

“i heard your ship dock, and i waited for you but you didn’t come,” you whispered and let out a little gasp when he moved forward to you before stepping back.

You didn't miss the slight irritation on his face before he turned his back to you. Putting your lamp down on the floor, you placed the food on top of a nearby barrel before walking forward to him, your hand was about to reach–

“you waited? but you got married” he snickered and you halted on your steps.

how did he find out?

Hoseok was right, you did get married only a few months ago while waiting for him. It wasn’t because you got tired from waiting but because your husband was the son of a close friend of your father’s, you couldn’t say no. You were a good daughter so you didn’t want to disappoint him even if it was Hoseok that you truly love.

"hobi.."

"don't call me that" he hissed and you winced at his tone.

You didn’t want him to find out this way, it wasn’t even part of your plan to tell him tonight since you just wanted to catch up with him.

"b-but-"

“did you even read my letters?”

"what letters? i didn't get anything from you"

This discovery both surprised you and Hoseok. Your husband must have received them then that would explain why he was barely at home during the night, stating his reasons for working extra hours but you heard the rumours of him with other women so you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually had an affair.

“you don’t have to lie to me” he countered, the edge was still apparent in his voice.

“how can i lie to you–”

“i heard it from one one of my crew mates, he’s a friend of your husband”

You should’ve thought that news would travel this fast but you didn’t know about your husband’s association with them, with pirates. Hoseok and his crew mates weren’t the usual rogue pirates in the sea. They did what they had to do to survive but they didn’t attack any ships on purpose and they usually behaved when they docked.

“i’m not lying Hoseok, how can i convince you that i was telling the truth?”

You didn’t know what came over you at the subtle proposition at what you just said but you see Hoseok’s eyes darkened. He knew you were telling the truth but he wanted to keep thinking that you just ignored his letters so it would be easier to hate you.

“strip”

He demanded and your eyes widened but you obeyed regardless and started untying your corset, removing the rest of your long dress and now you were almost fully naked in front of Hoseok aside from the underclothing you have on.

You saw how his eyes darkened even more while scanning your body and your cheeks warmed at this. You watched as he stood up and walked towards a couple barrels and grabbed something behind, an involuntary gasp left your mouth when you saw it was a rope.

Hoseok approached you with the rope in his hand and you were thrumming in excitement at what he was going to do with you. He turned you around and grabbed both of your arms to put them together and started tying the rope around them.

You yelped as Hoseok dragged you to the edge of the deck, pushing your back forward against it so your chest landed on the edge and you whined at the impact, the cold and rough surface of the wood rubbing against your skin making you rub your thighs together in hopes of getting warmth.

Hoseok knelt behind you and started feeling up your thighs until he reached your underclothes, pulling them off instantly and you turned your head to the side to see him sniffing on them while he grabbed a handful of himself, causing a thrill on your gut.

“you’re fucking wet already, did your husband even fuck you?”

He growled and you whimpered a small “no” when he locked his eyes on yours. He hastily threw your undercloth away and latched his mouth directly on your swollen bud, ignoring the rest of your cunt.

You cried when you felt his teeth grazing on it, swiping his tongue just once along your folds before he bit your bud, earning a loud moan from you.

Hoseok intended to just focus on biting your clit instead of devouring your entire cunt. He wanted to punish you so he wouldn’t give you what you had been craving for.

You were already gasping as you breathed in heavily, you were almost close to your peak with him only focusing on your bud and the thought of Hoseok still fully clothed while you were fully naked now in the open added to the stir at your lower abdomen.

Hoseok continued to flicker his tongue on your bud, alternating from biting it and only licking a stripe of your folds. He could feel you getting closer with your louder whines now and your body shaking but he couldn’t ignore his stiff cock that was being constrained by the tight pants he was wearing.

You moaned after Hoseok released you when you were about to reach your peak, whining loudly because he just denied your orgasm. He pulled up your body so you could stand up and then he turned you to face him, smirking at you before he signed you to kneel.

He fumbled through his pants in haste and took out his hard length, and you bit your lip when you heard him hiss. You whined the moment he looked back at you with condescending eyes, pumping himself as he approached you.

“where’s my sweet y/n hmm? all i see is a whore begging for a cock” he mocked you again but you didn’t mind, he was all you could think about now.

“yes i am, i want it please..” you begged him in a small voice and you licked your lower lip, shamelessly eyeing his hard length and you heard him chuckle.

He stepped forward to take a hold of your chin, urging you to open your mouth and you did as he entered it gradually.

"here you are, kneeling for someone even though you were married already, whore" he spat as he grabbed your head, pushing his hips even further.

You hummed around his length and opened up your mouth wider so you could take him deeper.

Hoseok groaned as he clutched your hair, his grip tightening when the tip of his length pushed the constricts of your throat. He thrusted deeper, making you gagged around him and he chuckled.

"a married woman choking my cock, i didn't expect this from you y/n"

You were trying to hold your tears from the words he just said. He was upset and you understood it, you would've been the same if it was him who got married.

Hoseok brought both of his hands to your head, gripping your hair as he forced your head to stay still, the pain from the roots of your hair seemed to turn you on the more he tightened his hold on them. You relaxed your jaw and flattened the back of your tongue to accommodate his length more. His pace was increasing as he held your head firmly, he was so deep that your lips were now touching the base of his length.

You wished you had both hands free so you could fondle his balls.

Hoseok didn't want to cum yet but you kept moaning around his length, making it harder for him to hold back so before he could, he pulled out from your mouth and hoisted you up.

You could still feel Hoseok's anger as he dragged you back towards the edge of the deck and this time, he was bending you to the side facing the marketplace.

Hoseok was so close to his peak so he didn’t waste any more time and positioned himself behind you, dragging his length along your wet folds before shoving it inside you.

You screamed as you felt Hoseok pushing his length inside of you and immediately started his brutal thrust. You knew he was close when you heard his breathing became heavier and you clenched around him, evoking louder groans from and you were relieved that the act riled him up more.

“mine..” he growled and you clenched again.

“yes, yes, yours Hoseok!” then you moaned loudly when you felt the sting from the palm of his hands as he slapped your butt cheek.

“yeah?" he slapped your other cheek and pulled your hair up, causing your back to arch on him.

You gasped when you saw someone walking near the docks and you froze, your heart started quickening when the light of the lamp post hit his face.

Your husband.

He must have been looking for you after you didn't come home for dinner since it was now time for bed.

Hoseok felt how your breathing had stopped and his pace faltered, noticing your eyes staring at someone below the ship. He followed your gaze and smirked when he realized it was your husband, his grin going wider when he saw the fear now in your eyes after you looked back to take a glance at him before your eyes went back to your husband who was looking worried.

You didn't know what to do right now. If your husband catches you, you would be shamed with this immoral act that you had been doing.

"hoping your husband will look up hmm?"

Hoseok leaned in to whisper at your ear as he pulled your body back to him. Then he resumed his pace that you couldn’t help but moan out loudly.

"that’s it y/n, let him see who truly owns this cunt"

You clenched at his words and he chuckled, releasing another slap on your butt cheek. He angled his hips to roll faster against yours, making him reach deeper until he found that spot.

"what are you? come on y/n say it" he demanded as he continued to slap your cheeks and your mind was in daze with the pain you were starting to feel.

"i'm–m a– oh god" you moaned when he kept hitting that spot repeatedly.

"say it you slut!" he emphasized when he delivered another slap and another pull of your hair.

"i–i–m a whore! i am..ahh!"

Hoseok released your hair so he could hold your waist and pull you back against his body. At this point, you were so sure that your husband could hear the loud slaps of your skin against Hoseok's but somehow, nothing in you cared.

"now where were we? you want my seed inside you?”

"h-hoseok! argh-"

You could feel your legs giving up but you needed to hold up. You wanted this, you asked for this punishment when you obeyed him earlier.

"your belly will be swollen with my child, let's see if your husband would still stay with you"

He taunted and instead of shying away from his hold, you grinded back to meet his thrusts.

"yes, i want it Hoseok, i'll bear your children" you whined as you reached your peak, your nails digging in your palms as you clamped your fists.

He didn't stop his thrust and you whined at the sensitivity that you tried to move away from him but he was relentless at pounding you, cursing your name as he gripped your hips firmly.

"tight..ugh–"

You felt him release inside you after he reached his peak and you smiled at the prospect of carrying Hoseok’s child. You didn't care if it wasn't your husband's because you were hoping he would surely visit more often if you had his child.

Hoseok released you after and you whimpered when his length left your core. He untied the ropes from your wrist and you winced at the pain, seeing the red marks on your skin.

You were barely even dressed when he–

"leave"

He said it with sheer coldness that it shivered through your spine. You went closer to him to look into his eyes but he refused to meet yours. Was your apology not enough?

"i-im sorry" you meekly replied to him, your eyes watering at what he just said.

“i did get luxurious gifts from the country i went to so i could ask for your hand”

His revelation broke your heart that your tears started falling down once more. You would’ve said yes without a question even if your family would oppose it because of him being a pirate.

You remembered the first time you both met, he went to your stall to ask for some goods and you were so taken aback at his beauty that you didn’t believe he was a pirate. He was honest to you from the start and that made you instantly fall for him. Each time their ship docked, he always visited you and gave you gifts from his trips until that day when he left that he wasn’t able to visit anymore.

“hoseok..” you whispered between your cries.

“you need to leave before your husband calls on a search party for you”

“but i love you!” you exclaimed helplessly.

“hoseok please, you know it was only you..” you pleaded but he just shook his head.

You would’ve ran away with him if he asked so you didn’t understand why he wasn’t asking that question.

“i said leave!” he yelled at you and you whimpered as you took your lamp, your eyes searching his for the last time.

Hoseok didn’t want to look into your eyes, beautiful ones that made him weak every time he looked at them. His heart fluttered by what you just declared but he couldn’t let you suffer the shame that would come to you after.

He could leave this place and never return but you had a business to take care of and the rest of your family were here, including your husband. He didn’t want you to leave your life behind, to leave what you had been working hard for years.

You were hoping that he would change his mind but you saw him clenching his jaw and that gave you his answer so you started walking away.

“i love you too”

Hoseok whispered into the cold night air as he watched you walk down the ramp, turning his body away from the deck when he saw you turn to look at him as you reached the dock. He turned his head back to you after, hoping a little that you were still looking but you were in the arms of your husband already.

If only he came back earlier, he would’ve been the one holding you like that. He laughed bitterly and shook his head as he breathed out to wipe out what he just witnessed.

He didn’t want to think anymore of how you would never be his.

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