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uselessboss · 11 months

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Mistakes(3/3)

He still couldn't believe that this was happening.

“Did you ever go on a trip Safir?” Miller one day asked.

He shook his head.

“I was planning on having a camping trip tomorrow so if you are interested I could take you and Saram with me"

“Huh? Me too?” Saram asked, blinking and pointing at himself in surprise.

“Yes. That sounds lovely” He promptly answered.

“Good. Then I will see you two tomorrow afternoon"

It felt so different.

It wasn't as if he never entered a car before. He did, but it wasn't like this. It didn't smell of rust and old fuel, it wasn't pitch black from being buried under a pile of crumbing trash and terribly uncomfortable and cramped. It wasn't made of tears and moldy cushions.

It was tidy and clean. He sat comfortably in the nice seat, a pillow prepped in his lap, the air feeling fresh as the wind wildly threw his hair around because of the speed of the moving car.

“Look Saram! A cow!” he giggled as he pointed as they passed the animal leisurely eating grass.

“Ah? Yes?” Saramsrein replied, dumbfounded.

“I never saw one before. At least a real one" Safir laughed.

He probably looked pretty silly right now. Pointing at everything as the car passed by, giggling all the way like a small kid and chattering non-stop about the sights he never saw before. It had been the most talkative he ever been in his entire life.

Thankfully his company didn’t seem to mind it. He could see Miller’s reflection smilling from her rear mirror and Saramsrein, despite not understanding his enthusiasm, nodding along his words - repeating them with a confused smile in place, before getting quickly wrapped up in his enthusiasm and starting to point to things on his own.

“It sure is different from seeing the monotonous gray concrete from the city right boys? Wouldn’t you say it’s a nice change of pace?” Miller laughed.

“It really does” he smiled in agreement.

This felt like a family outing.

They set camp close to a place with a small pond.

While Saramsrein was in charge of their sleeping accomodations he and Miller started the preparations for their meal.

With practiced ease he started the campfire in no time. Miller complimented him and after setting a makeshift table made of the biggest rocks she could find they started prepping the ingredients they brought along, the sound of the knives tapping the wooden boards filling the cozy silence as they focused on their task.

Miller has been teaching him how to cook recently and he had been equally eager to learn. He even bought a cooking book to test some recipes out, the first “luxury” item he ever bought out of personal interest. His first hobby and something he took immense enjoyment in.

“The tents are up” Saramsrein announced.

“We also finished things here” he spoke back.

FLASH!

Safir turned to see Miller grinning as she took a picture of him.

“Some pictures to remember this wonderful day” she smiled, ruffling his hair. “I will make sure to print copies to you too”

She gave him her camera and after teaching how to use its features she urged him to take a picture of his own.

What should be the first picture he would take? The pond surrounded by lush greenery? The breath taking skies painted with fiery oranges from the sunset? The delicious food they cooked together?

No. None of them.

He carefully placed the camera on a tree stump and after making sure he put the timer up he ran towards Miller and Saramsrein, motioning for them to bend slightly as they were both taller than him so he could place his arms around their shoulders, smushing their cheeks together as the camera went off.

“It’s a nice photo” Miller smiled as she showed him the photo. Saramsrein’s eyes wide in surprise, Miller’s giggling and amused face and his own smile, radiant and happy.

He felt his eyes water as he looked at the picture, chest filled with a warm and indescribable feeling of love and gratitude.

Who would have thought that all of this would happen when he accepted this job offer? Those dreams he had as a small and bright eyed kid that prayed for the stars he couldn’t see, the wishes he held close to his heart as he thought of “what Ifs”, the small wonders he conjured in his imagination as he tried to picture what being loved felt like.

He feels a warm and soft blanket being drapped over his shoulders.

“It’s getting chilly” Miller smiles at him.

“Thank you” he smiles back as Miller nods to him, drapping Saramsrein with a blanket as well.

They both knew that Saramsrein didn’t feel cold nor required protection from the elements, but he still thanked the gesture anyway as he hurdled inside the blanket as he could still feel warmth from it.

“Hey you two, take a look at the sky”

It was a stunning view.

That was... The first time he had the opportunity to look at the starry sky.

There was no opportunity to admire the view when you lived on the streets. Your only focus was to watch your back and worry about your surroundings until you could arrive in a safe spot and even then those safe spots were hidden from view. The only thing he usually saw when he looked up, when it wasn’t complete darkness, was the low, scratched ceiling of the car he used as sleeping accomodation.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

He can just nod in awe.

“It’s kind funny how long it took me to notice such a thing. Only very recently I could appreciate such a beauty”

He looks at her in surprise.

“For most of my life I was plagued with nightmares and bad memories. I was scared of this world. Because it was nothing but terrifying and painful to me”

She exchanged looks with him.

She might not have gone throught the same experiences as him, but Miller understood his pain better than anyone else. They both faced similar hardships after all.

“... Then one day someone told me that if I had some nice experiences it might help me overcome those bad memories and nightmares”

“And did it work?”

“Yes” her voice was soft. The most tender, warm and adoring he ever heard. It was clear how much this person meant to her. “This someone shared many wonderful moments with me, including a starry sky like this one.”

Miller looked at the stars again.

“It made me realize how beautiful this world was. The kindness and wonderful things I always dreamt of experiencing one day... They were real after all”

It startled him.

It was like hearing his own thoughts reflected back to him.

Safir thought about his own experiences.

The day when he met Saramsrein. When he had collapsed on the floor, on the verge of dying from malnorishment and his soon to be boss picked him up, placing him on a comfortable bed and even getting food for him so he could recover his energy. He stood by his side until he was sure he was well enough, never prying about his life and always trying to respect his personal space.

The days he patiently taught him what he knew. The day when, unknowingly he had pushed him past his limits and felt bad about it, apologizing to him, feeling genuinely remorseful and trying his best to be mindful of his needs.

The day he had made him acquaitanced with Miller, who had been nothing but caring, understanding and nurturing, like a mother to him. Someone he could confide and seek guidance from.

“Yes. They are real” he whispered softly.

“It’s mysterious isn’t it?” Miller chuckled. “The sky was always there. There was even a chance that we already saw it at some point, yet it’s only on moments like these that it feels like we are REALLY seeing it right?”

“I guess... I guess it’s special because someone gives meaning to it”

Like their meals.

Before he never gave much thought about it. Food was only nourishment to him, just a means to survival.

He ate scraps, moldy breads and almost rotting fruits all the same- Taste was of no concern to him -As long as it could quell his hunger and not make him sicker than not eating he was glad to wolf it down.

When Miller started to prepare meals to him was when he noticed how different food was. Warm or cold, fresh... Even taste started to become distinct to him.

“Nnnghhh...” he remembered scrunching his face up.

“Hahaha, it seems you are not a fan of bitter food huh?” Miller laughed with humor.

“S-sorry!” He profusely apologized.

"For what?”

“For being picky. It’s not like me to be this way, moreso when you are the one providing me this food”

“You don’t have to worry, not liking bitter tastes is more common than you think” Miller chuckled. “I mean, it can’t be worse than me who dislikes sweets because that’s like... Rejecting half of the food category right?”

They had a good laugh at that.

Homecooked meals weren’t something he had to shovel down in haste out of fear from having it taken from him. It was given to him, something to be appreciated slowly as he took in all the care put into it -From the taste, to the comforting aromas and neat looks. All appreciated in company.

It became something precious to him. A cherished memory. Even when he ate something by himself the “meaning” behind it stayed. It brought comfort to him whenever he needed it. A source of support and strength.

“The way you see the world...” Safir repeats.

He never thought about it before but how did HE sees the world? Or what answer would he give if someone asked him about it?

"You overcame a lot of obstacles by yourself. You are a capable person Safir."

What kind of person is he?

“...I wish I could stay up for longer, but as the designed driver it would be better if I don’t sleep on the wheel” Miller winked, getting up.

“I think I will stay up for a little longer” He replied. “I don’t get a lot of opportunities to watch the starry sky so I want to cherish this moment”

“Very well” Miller nodded before patting his head. “Good Night Safir”

“Good Night Miller”

It was only him and Saramsrein now.

Who has been oddly quiet so far.

“... I lived for a long time. Eons of existence, and yet this is the first time that I noticed the starry sky” Saramsrein speaks, as if reading his mind.

Nothing in existence could affect him so nothing mattered to him. No harm could befall him, nothing could stop nor change him.

Until he met Miller’s grandfather.

Faust Miller.

The first human to ever change his status quo when he managed to seal him away and at the same time become a constant in his existence as the person he always saw when it came undone.

They fought and met for inumerous lifetimes. Those small windows of time became precious to him before he was sealed again. It was the first time in his eternal life that he looked forward to something.

So he tried harder with every new clash. Because in his inhuman and simple mind it meant that the more effort he put in it the more time he could spend with him.

This culminated in him winning their last match.

As Faust lied on the floor he had stopped his attacks. He sat patiently, waiting for him to rise up.

“...What are you doing?” He had asked, surprised at him not delivering the finishing blow.

“Waiting for you to recover”

“Are you not going to kill me?”

“...No? I don’t want to kill you” he cocked his head to the side.

“You don’t want... HAHAHAHA!” he laughed, clearly amused.

Faust was something else.

He should be mad or even hate him for literally wasting his inumerous lifetimes on being saddled to fight an undefeatable horror like him and being beaten to an inch of his life but he was, instead, very amused by this turn of events.

He didn’t have to, he could have sealed him and he wouldn’t have offered any resistence, but he took him in. In his life.

He was the one that has given “meaning” to his existence.

What made Faust happy also made him happy. Everything that reminded him of Faust gave him joy.

So when Faust passed away to “Eternity”, a place where a being of infinite life like him could never reach he felt life lose its luster again. Things stopped holding meaning to him. The only thing left being an immense and hollow gap in its place.

A gap he wanted to fill but didn’t know how to. Perhaps desperately so.

He finally understood.

Everything he did until now was for the sake of dealing with his loliness.

“I apologize Safir”

“This job was nothing but a sham. I wanted to fill in this lonely existence of mine but didn’t know how to do it so I tried to copy Miller after I saw how well she got along with her peers” . He confessed. “... I just mimicked what she was doing but with no regard or consideration put in what I was doing. It’s no wonder I have been handling things so poorly. Why I had been such an useless boss to you.”

“... I figured it would have been the case”

His eyes widened as he looked at Safir.

He... Didn’t seem mad. Nor hurt, betrayed or disappointed with him.

“When...?”

“Well, for starters your job offer was super sketchy” Safir laughed. “Being ‘small’ as the only requirement and not having any other details about what the jobs entails was odd. If I wasn’t almost starving to the brink of death I don’t think I would have picked it”

Saramsrein flushes at that.

Because he didn’t need anything per say he thought of going with the only thing he couldn’t be.

Small.

“... Well, that said I wasn’t entirely certain because I didn’t have a good frame of reference as in all my other jobs my bosses were trying to sabotage me to have a reason to kick me out without having to pay extra for it” Safir patted his arm. “It was only after Miller stepped in to give me proper guidance that I could really tell the difference.”

Going through protocols, teaching him about procedures of what he could and couldn’t do. Taking in consideration his growth, preparing him physically and seeking to constantly improve and adjust her training to optimize his performance to assure the safety of both parties... She took it very seriously.

“Honestly it also put in perspective my own way of living” He furrowed his brows. “You could say I also did things “half-assedly”. Doing my job just for the sake of “survival” and pleasing others... This isn’t a way to live. Tailoring your actions to fit someone else... How could that make you genuinely happy? When you wouldn’t be living as yourself? Those wouldn’t be your own feelings after all”

“Not your own feelings...” Saram repeated as he tried to digest his last words.

“It’s totally different from doing something because you want to and because you mean it. There’s weight and purpose behind your actions.”

It was something he grew to understand by spending time with people that truly cared for him. They never tried to push their preferences on him or tried to force him to be anything but himself. In fact, what they did was...

"A friendly world where you can share happiness"

"A world of potential where you can take pride on your achievements"

"...A gentle world. Of a reassuring and warm touch. Kind, sweet and caring."

It was “sharing”.

Not trying to take away what made him... “Him”. Whether he accepted those realities was up to him. Just like with a meal the flavors could enhance his experience and give “meaning” and substance to it, but it still ultimately his decision to make if he liked it or not.

“My life wasn’t easy. I suffered a lot and went through many struggles just to survive. It was not fair at all”. His mouth set in a thin, but determined line. “But that isn’t the kind of world I want to share. A world of a defeated and resigned person.”

“Life was undeniable harsh for me but I’m still alive. That wasn’t achieved by doing nothing about it. Even if I had to scrape by with barely anything I still put my all to succeed at overcoming those hurdles.”

He always thought of himself as someone meek, weak and pathetic but maybe that was the complete opposite?

He wouldn’t have ran away from the orphanage, away from the constant bullying and risking a dangerous life on the streets if he hadn’t guts.

He wouldn’t have choosen to call quits when his working conditions became unbearable, risking his already precarious living stability if he didn’t think he could do better than that.

He might have accepted this job at first because he thought of himself as not having a better choice but now things were different.

“Safir... This is unlike any danger most humans would face, even for someone like you”

“I’m very aware of the dangers of this job, you and Miller told me enough about it” he stood firm. “My answer won’t change. If people need a fighting chance and hope to not give in to adversity... I know I can provide it. I now know this would be truest I would ever be to myself”

Saramsrein was speechless.

“... That said you don’t need to be my boss for that. If what you want from me is to be my friend... I would be sincerely happy to just hang around with you. I don’t want to force you to carry this burden and responsability.” He smiled. “ ...Maybe I would probably still pester you with a question or another because you know this stuff more than me, but that would be the extent of the assistance I require from you”

“... I’m seriously hopeless as a boss huh?”

Saram smiled, somewhat shy.

“You are truly amazing Safir. I’m glad I was able to meet someone like you”

“I-I think you might be going a bit overboard with the compliments now”

“Perhaps this might be who I am then. Someone that deeply admire others” Saram giggled, looking the happiest and most comfortable he had ever seen. “...I can’t wait until we are back, so that we can properly spend time together now”

“... Me too” Safir smiled, sitting next to him.

“I’m looking forward to it”

#My useless invincible boss #Saramsrein(useless boss)#Safir(useless boss)#Crowa Miller(useless boss)

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moonchild1 · 2 years

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kim seokjin fic rec list (Ⅰ)

here's a list of my all time favourite seokjin fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

Burn after reading by @raplinesmoon a (spy au enemies to lovers au)

can't keep lying by @1rosex a (cheating au)

29+1 by @taeescript f (ceo jin)

My Tiny Secret by @personasintro s a (mistress au)

How to lose a guy in 10 days by @tayegi s ft. Best friend Jungkook

Satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster s (kim line x reader escorts au ceo au) ft. Taehyung and Namjoon

Better with you by @ve1vetyoongi s a (fake dating au arranged marriage au)

Blurred Lines by @yoonia s (sexual tension au teacher jin teacher reader tattooed biker jin)

crystallised by @floralseokjin s a (fuck boy jin) ft. Yoongi

daddy dearest by @taesinferno s (married dilf jin infidelity au age gap)

éffleurer by @sugaurora s (CFO jin)

platonically horny by @joheunsaram f s (best friends au friends with benefits au)

danger by @xjoonchildx s (hate sex)

the bitch next door by @littlemisskookie s a

distance by @kz-i-co f s a

Kitchen Confidential by @yoonjinkooked s (enemies to lovers au)

one-shot

first love by @jjkpls f s a (dad jin mom reader)

View by @noteguk s (ceo jin lawyer reader)

one more time by @ssscentral f a (heartbreak and pining)

no diving by @softyoongiionly f s (boyfriend jin)

once bitten, twice shy by @fantasybangtan f (doctor au)

Her by @googikoo s a (infidelity readers is his wife's best friend)

Cheater Begger by @kittaebrat a (boyfriend jin)

youthful by @namjoonchronicles f (domestic au dad jin)

Midnight hour by @serenehwa s (relationship au)

So what by @joheunsaram f s (bratty oc)

Picnic date by @lovelyjin22 f (idol au established relationship au)

Little Black Book: The One You Hate by @bluewhale52 s (strangers to lovers au friends with benefits au)

In Need Of Orders by @lemonjoonah s (Kingsman AU)

One step by @cutechim f a (pediatrician jin single mom au)

Fixate Inc. by @untaemedqueen f s a (CEO jin secretary reader)

la douleur exquise by @junqkook s a (soulmate au unrequited love au ) ft. Yoongi

tonight by @mimikookie f a (established relationship au)

my type by @floralseokjin s (nerd jin)

small tuna fish by @floralseokjin f s (college au friends to lovers au)

time fades away by @floralseokjin s

half-baked holiday by @ddaenggtan f s a (bakery au friends to lovers au idiots to lovers au)

wash ‘n dry by @seokoloqy (college au)

christmas under wraps by @joheun-saram f s (nurse jin doctor reader)

novel complications by @joheunsaram f a (love triangle best friends to lovers au strangers to lovers au) ft. Taehyung

with you by @yoonpobs f s a (divorce au marriage au childhood friends to lovers au)

better than before by @minjoonalist s (ex jin)

if just for rain by @yoondoze f (friends to lovers au)

I Just Want You for My Own by @joonscypher f a (unrequited love au friends to lovers)

Opaline Moon by @missgeniality f s a (idol au friends to lovers au)

thunder by @ppersonna f s (friends to lovers au)

the snuggle is real by @chimoona f s (established relationship au)

sugar sweet! by @ditttiii f s (established relationship au)

slow. dirty. wet. by @clouditae f s (friends to lovers au)

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joheunsaram · 3 years

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alive (jjk)

NOTE: I have lost access to my old account @joheun-saram. THIS IS A REPOST since I’m afraid that account will soon be deactivated.

Summary- Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it

word count- 4.4k

pairing- nonidol!Jungkook x Reader (feat. Namjoon)

rating- R

genre- angst, smut

warnings- explicit smut (including fingering), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it friends), sad sex, talks of depression and anxiety, talks of therapy, character death, car accident

a.n- This was written part of @btswriterscollective secret santa project and I’m so excited to reveal that I’m indeed @therealmintedmango‘s secret santa 🎅🏼I had such a great time getting to know you this month Mango and I really hope you enjoy all the angst in this fic! Happy holidays, love! 💕

new a.n- i hope you enjoy this re-edited version of this fic. i will be posting all my old fics weekly so in case tumblr decides to delete my old account i don’t lose them.

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

“Well if you can’t even talk to me, maybe we should just end this!” you screamed, your lungs aching as you looked at your boyfriend on the couch next to you, the room falling into a charged silence.

It had been the same fight for months. The same constant back and forth. You would try to broach the topic but he would close off. Every time. His expression was neutral as he looked at you, his doe eyes betraying his defeat as he sighed.

Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what had happened, and you hated it. You hated how it seemed to bring all your insecurities to the surface and clawed at your emotions till they were raw. From the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon looking at you sadly - disappointed - before shaking his head and disappearing round the corner. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at your boyfriend, who just sat in silence at your outburst.

Jungkook had always been quiet, introverted, and this cloud of mystery was one of the things that made him so unbelievably attractive, but now it was the worst thing about him. You didn’t expect this fight to escalate, you didn’t expect these words to come out, but now that they were you wanted him to react. You needed him to react. Needed just anything more than the stoic expression marring his features.

“Maybe we should…” Jungkook spoke softly, after what seemed like hours. It wasn’t what you were expecting and it only caused your anger to flare. He was seriously going to just throw away everything?

You looked at him next to you and he seemed to have moved further away. You’re not sure if he actually did or your mind was playing tricks on you again, but the seat cushion between you seemed to stretch for miles, your boyfriend getting smaller in the horizon.

“You’re not even going to fight for us? You’re going to walk away?” You didn’t care that you were raising your voice, and that the one tear from earlier was now a flood cascading down your features. Maybe it was your fate. You never thought you deserved happiness and this was just another nail in your ever growing collection. You had spent your life chasing after that elusive ray of joy, only for you to get too comfortable when you reached it and it disappeared as soon as it appeared, throwing you into the darkness once again.

It figures that this happiness would vanish too. You wanted to reach out and shake Jungkook. Why did he have to change? Why did he have to do this to you?

“What did I do? What happened?” you asked, your voice small, as you looked at him staring at his hands in his lap. His long wavy hair fell into his eyes, and the longer he sat there in silence, the louder your heart crumbled. “Say something!” you exclaimed, followed by a quieter “Please…”

“What do you want me to say Y/N? You’re the one who wants to end us.” Jungkook finally looked at you, his lips pressed together as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek lightly. You’d seen this look before, but never directed at you. It was cold and made your skin pebble - made fresh tears stream down your face.

“Because you changed! Because you hate me!” you yelled indignified as he sighed once again. He lifted his head slightly as he looked at you, his eyes glassy.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispered quietly, the words floating in the tension in the air.

“Then why are you avoiding me? Why haven’t you said a full sentence to me these past two months?”

“Because…” He looked away again, staring straight ahead at the blank wall of his living room and you couldn’t help but move closer, wiping your eyes to see him clearer.

“No. You can’t do your stupid quiet guy shit right now! I need to know!” You pulled at his shoulder to make him look at you and as he did, his hand found yours, holding it gently. His eyes swam with the love you had come to expect from him but it was tinged with an overwhelming sadness, a sadness that drooped his features even though he tried to school them into a small smile for your sake.

“It’s not your fault, okay?” He was still whispering, his hand squeezing yours as the other fidgeted with the untied string of his sweatpants.

“What’s not my fault? Please Kook. Please talk to me.” You removed your hand from his and cupped his face in both of yours, needing more, needing anything to help clear the haze in your head.

“I can’t.” His voice louder, he pulled your hands away from his face as he stood up and you grabbed at his legs to stop him, desperate for a real reason.

“Why not?!”

“Because you’ve never loved me and I had to find out when you were drunk!” Jungkook yelled. He never yelled, not at you anyway, but it’s not his volume that stunned you, it was the words echoing through the small studio apartment. Words that made you freeze, dropping your hands from him as you felt the breath knocked out of your lungs.

“What?”

“That night after the club. While I was taking care of you. Me!” He pointed at his chest, his eyes ablaze as he continued. “Making sure that you didn’t get puke on your hair or fall or get hurt, you looked at me and do you know what you asked me?”

His shoulders fell as he quietened once again, sighing and running his hands through his hair. His face distorted into one of heartbreak as he said the next words, his tone even and calm. “‘Why don’t I love you as much as him?’ And here I was like an idiot believing you every time you said you loved me”

You stood at his words. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. You remembered that night. Not most of it but you know yourself enough to know you would never say that to him, not after he had worked so hard to put you back together again. Jungkook wasn’t your soulmate, you didn’t believe in those anymore, but Jungkook was your rock, your best friend. He was there when you couldn’t get out of bed for days. He was there when you didn’t know how to stop crying. He was always there. And you loved him.

“I do love you. Jungkook, please!” You grabbed his hands, holding them tightly as if he would disappear too. You looked at him desperately, trying to convey your feelings through your gaze, but all you found in him was defeat.

“I just can’t do this anymore. You’re right. I can’t compete with a ghost… not anymore.”

He sighed again as his lip quivered. It stuttered your breath and you felt your chest tighten. You couldn’t lose him too, not after Namjoon. As you felt the panic rising, the drunk haze of two months ago came into focus, spiking your adrenaline and paling your face.

You were dancing to the loud EDM pulsing through the club as neon lights flashed across your skin, setting your white dress aglow. Jungkook was pressed against your back and his lips ghosted the skin of your neck, his hands grazing your hips as he pulled you ever so close. You hadn’t felt this content in years, the tequila warming your veins in a sweet comfort as your boyfriend’s hips moved against yours, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

You missed this. Missed going dancing and drinking because it was fun and not because you were trying to forget. Surrounded by your friends, you smiled as you opened your eyes, finally happy.

Until you saw him and your heart dropped, making you freeze.

Namjoon smiled at you from the bar, the sweet dimpled smile that creased his eyes into crescents, as he waved. How was he here? How was he back?

You felt your heart kickstart as you pushed Jungkook off you and raced to the bar. You’d apologize to him later, but you needed Namjoon right now. Needed to feel him in your arms, needed to smell his calming scent, and so like an addict you raced through the club looking for one more hit. When you reached the bar, he wasn’t there anymore and the sheer weight of disappointment made you sob. You felt a pair of strong arms surround you and the familiar smell of bergamot and vanilla encased your senses, pulling you closer into a firm chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” A soft voice asked as you looked at Jungkook’s worry-filled eyes. You hated that you were doing this again. It had been almost a year since this happened, and your mind felt numb as you grasped Jungkook’s black shirt.

“He was here! Kook he was here!” you exclaimed, your loud voice carrying over the music. You were sure you looked deranged, mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick smeared where your lips had met Jungkook’s shirt, as you desperately clinged to him. He looked at you sadly before pulling you into his chest once again and holding you tight, his fingers running soothingly on your scalp.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”

He repeated that phrase as he stroked your back, trying to calm you down as you continued sobbing and onlookers peered at the two of you curiously.

The memory of the night jolted you as you grabbed onto Jungkook’s shirt the same way you did at the club, looking at him pleadingly. His face blurred behind your tears as you tried to unscramble your memories to explain.

“I was with him for five years and he fucking died!”

There was no volume behind your words, only the distraught behind the truth you felt you were never ready to face. You weakly punched at Jungkook’s chest trying to make him understand your agony. But you didn’t need to try, he already knew; had lived through it.

“Yeah Namjoon died! But I’m here! I’m alive!” His voice was broken as the tears finally escaped his eyes. He grabbed your hand from where it was knocking against his chest and held it there. “You feel this? That’s my heart racing for you! How it always does! Because I love you.”

“Kook-”

Before you could say anything else, he grabbed your face and crashed your lips together desperately, wanting you to feel just an ounce of what he felt for you. Your sinuses full of tears, your lungs burned as you pulled him closer. You wanted him to consume you, make you forget again. But as you tasted the salt of his tears, the overwhelming guilt broke you more. He didn’t let go though, his fingers moving from your face to your waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

Three years ago you had never thought you would love someone again. You didn’t deserve to. Not when it was your fault you could never see Namjoon’s face again. Your fault that the world would never know what difference he would have made to it. But when you stood outside the funeral his parents had banned you from attending, arm in a cast and stitches on your forehead, caving into yourself from grief, Jungkook had found you. Had held you tight enough to stop you from breaking and told you it wasn’t your fault, that there was no way to have known that the 14 wheeler would run a red. He reminded you everyday till you believed him, till your dreams no longer weaved your memories into nightmares, till you no longer saw Namjoon everywhere you looked. Till you felt worthy to love Jungkook back.

When the air in your lung ran out, you pulled away, but Jungkook pulled you closer, trailing his lips from your jaw to down your neck. He kissed you with fervour, nibbling the skin and soothing it with his tongue till you were nothing but a moaning mess. You gripped his hair and pulled him back to your lips, and like always, he obliged, his tongue caressing yours as your tears give way to passion. Your heart stuttered as his hands moved to the back of your thighs and he effortlessly lifted you without leaving your lips, walking towards his bed.

Amidst the kisses, he bumped into the bookshelf that separated his bed from the living room causing a few books to fall to the floor, the loud thud breaking the silence in the room. He ignored it as he tossed you on the bed, climbing over you. There were still tears in his eyes, brimming on the surface of his pupils as he slowed down and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he said softly but the sadness in his eyes never gave way to their usual warmth. It felt like a goodbye and another wave of grief washed over you. Why did you have to be like this? Why couldn’t you give him what he needed when he gave you so much?

You cupped his damp face and he leaned into your hands, closing his eyes and letting you kiss him tenderly. You hoped to convey how much you needed him, how you wouldn’t survive without him.

You pulled at the hem of his shirt, running your hands under it, feeling the light shudder that went through him as his skin pebbled. He didn’t need any more hints, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor as he kissed you again more urgently, his lips molding to yours, igniting a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. But all through it, he held on to your face as if you would run away if he didn’t.

You pushed gently against his chest and he looked up in alarm before you made him lie next to you and straddled his waist. You couldn’t help but continue kissing him, trailing your lips over his neck, painting his golden chest red as the lump in your throat grew. Despite the tears still running steadily, you whispered ‘I love you’s, hoping he’d believe you, but you were not sure who you were trying to convince; him or yourself.

He was right, you didn’t love him like you loved Namjoon. You didn’t think you could ever love anyone the way you loved him. Namjoon was your first love, the one turned your sepia to technicolour. He was your shelter amidst the rain, but Jungkook was the light amidst the darkness. It was different, it was incomparable. You never needed Namjoon the way you needed Jungkook. Never woke up in the middle of the night relieved to find him still sleeping next to you. You had never depended on someone like you depended on Jungkook, and so, wasn’t that love? Wasn’t needing someone the same as you need oxygen, love?

You trailed your kisses lower, but before you could reach his waistband, he lifted your shirt pulling it off you, and with his arms circled tight around your waist he kissed you again. The two of you kissed for a while, just relishing the feel of each other’s skin, his grip tightening till you couldn’t breathe. He was never like this, never this needy and your heart broke as you realize that he still thought he was competing.

You didn’t know if you were still crying, but you pulled yourself up and stared at him, memorizing the lines on his face and the way his doe eyes glittered in the fluorescence of the room.

“Jungkook, I love you. I need you. Please-”

But before you could finish your sentence, he was rolling the two of you over, pinning you under him as he pulled your shorts down your legs. You didn’t mean this need, but you couldn’t deny how wet his length hardened against you made you. He traced his fingers over your soaked panties, groaning into your mouth before pushing them aside and thrusting two fingers in immediately.

He swallowed your moans as you arched into him, setting a fast pace right from the start, his lips moving to your chest. His kissed your nipples gently hardening them, before capturing one to tease it with his tongue, lapping at it furiously. He nipped it lightly and you felt your whole body light, forcing all your thoughts to tumble out of your head. All you saw were the flashes of red behind your eyelids, all you heard were the sounds of his fingers thrusting in you, all you felt was him as Jungkook did what he did best - made you forget.

“Want to make you forget. Want to make you mine,” he whined against your chest, as he removed his fingers, pulling your panties off your legs and he discarding his own shorts and boxers off in a haze. You didn’t know what was going through his mind as he looked at you with a darkened gaze, his eyes roaming your body, but before you could dwell on it he kissed you again. It was hard and rough, teeth clattering against each other, his tongue licking into you as you mewled.

His cock grinded against your clit as he kissed you and you couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up against him. He looked up at that, a hand quickly moving down to line himself up against you. “Please tell me you want me,” he pleaded against your lips, and another tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded vigorously before kissing him.

Another wave of guilt rushed through you at seeing your usually confident boyfriend pleading at you, and for the first time as he slowly sank into you, you didn’t think of Namjoon.

You gasped against his lips as he fully sheathed himself within you, your walls fluttering around him in need. “Jungkook… Kookie. Please… want you, need you.”

He rewarded your pleas by slowly pulling out and thrusting in again, gripping your waist tightly and bracing his knees against the bed to start rocking into you faster.

“I’m here. Me. Me. I’m the one here for you.” He repeated again and again, the mantra powering his thrusts, leaving you a moaning mess below him as he consistently hit the spot that made you see stars. You wrapped your legs around his waist, stuttering his name and gripping his forearms tightly. You could feel your orgasm build as you lost yourself in his touch, letting him move your body as he pleased, letting him pull you in each time his hips met yours.

You tightened around him as you felt the high of your pleasure coursing through your veins. At the feeling, Jungkook moved forward, bracing his arms around your head, his forehead against yours, and commanding you to open your eyes and meet his.

His eyes were glassy as he looked at you lost in pleasure like it’s the only thing he needed. He kissed you again, softly, a total juxtaposition to the hard movement of his hips that was quickly tightening the coil in your stomach. His movements were sloppier now as he approached his high as well, but still he put you first, moving a hand downwards, fingers starting to circle your clit.

“Cum for me, baby, please,” he moaned as you lost yourself to the euphoria he provided. Jungkook watched your face contorted in pleasure as you writhed under him, finding his release in the melody your whimpers provided.

You pulled him closer, your arms tight around him, and he pushed as deep as he could before stilling and filling you. He collapsed on you right after, still buried inside you with his head in the crook of your shoulder, your pants echoing through the room.

He laid on top of you for a while, his crushing weight smothering you to the mattress, but you didn’t dare move him, welcoming the intimacy after months of distance. You thought he had fallen asleep, but then you felt his shoulders shake, your neck getting damp as he sniffled next to you.

The guilt returned tenfold as you stroked his back gently and let him cry, your own reservoir long empty. Without lifting his head, he grabbed one of your hands, lacing your fingers together, and holding it tightly.

“I’m sorry I’m not him.” He mumbled against you. You started to say his name but before you could he interrupted you. “I’m sorry I can’t make it hurt less. I’m sorry I can’t bring him back. I’m so, so sorry.”

You tried to move his head to see him but he just nuzzled his face in deeper, his hair tickling your neck gently. Your mind felt heavy, like if you thought more your brain would simply shrivel up. You wished you were a different person, had a different life, made better decisions. You hated yourself for making Jungkook feel like he was responsible for your happiness, responsible for putting you back together. But most of all you hated yourself for making him feel like he had to bring Namjoon back for you to feel happy.

Before Namjoon died, Jungkook was a different person. He was funny, energetic, competitive, but afterwards he just became quiet. Sure, he was introverted before, but he just lost the spark behind his eyes. It wasn’t surprising. Jungkook had known Namjoon even longer than you did. He grew up with him and looked up to him like a younger brother would. In the beginning of your relationship, you even felt that he thought he had some kind of responsibility to take care of you for him. But he never pushed you, always relenting to your requests.

The first time you slept with him was only three months after the funeral, when in a drunken haze you begged him to make you forget. He wiped your tears and held you as he obliged, feeding you euphoria as a remedy for your grief.

In the two years following he never asked you to do anything, except for one thing. One thing you were always too scared to do because to you it would be admitting that you were lost - broken. As you laid with your arms tight around him, lamenting how you broke him worse, you decided finally return his generosity by giving him the one thing he had always asked for.

“I’ll go to therapy.” Your voice was low but firm, and it jolted Jungkook to move up and lean on his hands next to your head. The movement made the two of you wince as he suddenly pulled out of you, dragging his release down your thighs.

His red rimmed eyes roamed your face looking for deceit.

“You will?”

“I can’t expect you to fix me, Kook. I can’t put that on you.” You sighed, a hand reaching out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. Your thumb brushed over his lower lip that jutted out in a slight pout, tracing the little mole that hid underneath. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him in your life.

“You can. I’ll always be here for you, you know that right?” He whispered and it made your heart ache when you thought about how defeated he seemed earlier.

“Kook… I love you… I really do.” Your eyes were glassy again and you wondered how it was that your body could keep producing tears.

He hugged you at that, his arms going under your waist to gently lift you and scoot the two of you upwards, resting your head on the pillows. He laid next to you, a little distance between the two of you, your hands laced together as you both stared at the ceiling, the emotions of the night quickly morphing into exhaustion.

“I should’ve talked to you instead of trying to run away.” Jungkook spoke after a while, making you turn your head towards him.

“I didn’t mean what I said-”

“It’s okay if you did. I miss him. I wish he was here too.” He looked at you with a small melancholic smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“No. It’s not okay. You don’t deserve this. You could be with someone else and you’d be happy. You could be happy Kook. Don’t you want that? To be with someone who doesn’t imagine their dead ex all the time?” Your voice was firm, even when it wavered slightly towards the end as your heart accelerated, your grip around his hand getting tighter.

“No. I want to be with you.”

His thumb caressed your hand as he turned on his side and puts his arm around your waist. The warmth you missed these past months was back in his eyes, but instead of it raising butterflies, all it did was produce dread for when it would disappear as he continued. “I would’ve left a long time ago if I wanted to. If you don’t want me, I still can… if that’s what would make you happy.”

“I think you need to be with someone who you don’t have to put together again.” Your voice was small as he sighed again, letting go of your hand to pull you close to his body, cradling your head into his chest. On instinct, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, nuzzling into his chest. The touch of his skin on yours never failed to comfort you.

“You’re not broken. I’m not putting you together. I just… I don’t want to lose you.” His voice reverberated through his chest as he held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“But maybe you need to.”

You wanted to be selfish, keep him for yourself but shouldn’t you let Jungkook go for his sake? Let him find someone with less work, no matter how much it hurt you? It was bad enough that your mental health was terrible, did his need to be too? You felt his heart pound under you and it caused yours to speed up as well, anticipating his words. You didn’t know how you would react if he agreed, even if it was your idea.

“Tomorrow. Let’s talk about this tomorrow,” he said after quiet contemplation. “I love you. More than you’ll know.”

“And I love you. You. Jeon Jungkook. Even if I’m selfish and ruining you.”

He shushed you at that, stroking your hair as the two of you fell in a dreamless sleep. You didn’t know if your relationship would survive past the post-orgasmic endorphins, but you knew one thing for sure.

You were in love with Jungkook and tomorrow you were going to set up your first therapy appointment to make sure you never made him feel like he lost again.

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namjoonsteeth · 3 years

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Doom at Your Service Episode 17

He had missed the feel of her small fingers wrapped in his own. Since he’d come back, it has felt like her little body was protecting him from everything around them, even if the threat was nonexistent. Before he had held her hand to take away all the hurt and sadness from her chest, now whenever he clung to her, it was like it was her turn to do the same.

Kim Saram. Saram. He unfolded and refolded the word on his tongue over and over as he lie in bed, thinking about her. She had said that she thought his name to be a little much now. Saram liked it regardless. Regardless of the double takes his patients made at the embroidered letters on his white coat. Regardless of the confused head tilts he still gets from Tak Dong Kyung’s friends whenever his name rolled easily off of her tongue.

Turning his head slightly to look at the clock on his bedside table, Kim Saram sighed. Was it too late to call? Was she working? Was she writing? The inconvenience of being rid of Myul Mang and everything that came with him was always more apparent at night. When everything around him was silent, when all he could hear was his own breathing and the rhythm in his chest. And when he couldn’t visit her in her dreams.

“Aish-,”

He started to curse, but stopped himself, a new habit that he’d picked up in order to avoid the disapproving eyes of his girlfriend. No swearing, no smoking, no drinking, no murder, no chaos. He was still getting used to this new life. The only life he’d lived.

As the numbers on the clicked ticked by, Saram watch as midnight sat right in from of him. Resisting the urge to run to her before 12 had finally become easier. He still wanted to be with her, though. If only to hold.

The thing about humans, he’d found out, they weren’t that great at withstanding temptation. He used to scoff and get somewhat angry at the lack of self-control he saw in people. Now, he shook his head at himself as he found Dong Kyung’s phone number and held the phone to his ear.

“Yah, Kim Saram—,” She scolds him instead of a greeting and it almost scares him enough to apologize and hang up. Just almost.

“I’m not opposed to begging and petty tricks, Tak Dong Kyung. I may not be able to do all the things I used to, but I heard that those advertisements trucks are useful too,” He picks up their conversation from earlier in the day. Lately it’s been all he has wanted to talk about.

The line goes silent for about two heartbeats. Sometimes Dong Kyung still doesn’t believe that he’s ready to get married. No matter how many times he tells her that he’s seen enough of the world to know that he wants nothing more than to marry her.

“Or what about a bus advertisement? Even better, a subway ad,”

“Yahhh,” she groans. How frustrating. With every rejection he got, he made it his mission to think bigger. Unfortunately, without the things that made him Myul Mang, the cheap tricks were all he had.

He could beg. He wasn’t too dignified to beg. As soon as he opened his mouth, something close to embarrassment pinged in his chest. Pride. Maybe he was too proud to beg. He’d save that route for when he’s completely desperate.

“What about just getting engaged? I’ll buy you a ring and get to tell everyone that we’re getting married,”

“You do that already,” she laughed and it sent another ping into his chest. This time a bit softer but somehow thirty times as impactful.

“So, it’s settled. We’ll go ring shopping,” Saram smiled while crossing his arms in satisfaction. It would feel even better if she was in front of him to see it. The satisfaction. The bliss.

“Is that what it’s about? Possession? You want to tell people that I’m kept?” She jokes but it has always been his job to tell her just how serious he is.

“Ani, submission,” he smiles softly. “Proof of submission. I’m yielding my entire existence as Kim Saram to your will,”

He heard her breath catch. Decidedly from the moment he’d been born, thrust into her world, he’d made it his life’s mission to take her breath away.

“How’s the story going? Need anymore help?” He asked her hoping that she doesn’t make excuses to hang up. They’d all be valid. It’s late. They both had work in the morning. They’d seen each other almost two hours ago.

“Not tonight, Kim Saram. It’s late. We both have work tomorrow,”

His ability to read her mind has always relied on that skill she’d taught him. Observe. He’d been observing her forever. Picking up on her moods. Guessing how she’d react. All of it fell under that umbrella of yielding to her. His every thought belonging to her.

“Can I come over?”

“No,” She sighed. “What’s the point of having our own places if we don’t use them,”

It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than him. Still, to his credit, he’d been well behaved this week. As much as he’d wanted nothing more than to sleep next to her, his work day always caught up with him before he could come up with ways to convince her.

“We should get married as soon as possible then,” he smirked, only half joking. It really would solve most of his current problems. Because sometimes, on nights like this when he’s all alone with nothing but time to think, that hurt and sadness in his chest becomes a little heavier.

He’d never known what it was like to have a mind and heart full of as many people as Tak Dong Kyung has. He’s getting there. He’s learning and growing and building but, there will always be an empty spot in his chest. Where Dong Kyung and Sun Kyung had the memories of their parents, their childhoods, their school lives, all he had in his chest was her. It’s no wonder that he’d want—need, to be with her all the time. She’s all he’s known.

“Just for tonight,” her voice is so small he barely hears it. Almost like she doesn’t want to allow him the victory. Kim Saram being Kim Saram; a little chaos, a little hubristic, and a lot hopeful, pushes the offer just a bit more.

“Through the weekend. We’ll take a trip,”

Dong Kyung is silent for three heartbeats this time.

“Okay, let’s take a trip,”

“I’m on my way,” He told her, already out of bed and through his bedroom door. He’s mastered the act of sandwiching the cellphone between his ear and shoulder as he slips on his shoes and grabs his keys.

Tomorrow, they’ll take a trip. He wasn’t sure where but somewhere between losing her and then losing himself he thought about all of the things he’d like to see with her. With him he took this small but mighty victory, getting to slide into bed next to her, and hedged his bets on his next proposal.

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A/N: Hiii I missed writing and I missed DAYS 🥺 I have always wanted to know what’s going on in that head of Myul Mang/Kim Saram so I guess this is that. Hope you enjoyed☺️

#doom at your service #days tvn #seo in guk #park bo young #namjoonsteethwrites

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rims-things · 3 years

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Lost in Your Arms

Fanfiction

Genre : Romance / Fluff / Comfort

Pairing : Myul Mang ( Kim Saram) / Tak Dong Kyung

Show : Doom at your Service

Warning : Do not read if you are not comfortable with a little passion between the couple + wound kissing

Setup : It takes place right after episode 12 last elevator scene

Tak Dong Kyung watched him as he stood out of the elevator, with a wrecked look on his face. She was anxious to even think about the fact that this person might be someone she knew. But he, on the other hand, looked confused and afraid at the same time.

She took a step forward to step out of the elevator, but he vanished in thin air. With sheer disappointment, she walked towards her room, blaming everything on her illness.

The next day was a bit hectic for her. She had to go through a lot of tests and some of her initial treatments were getting started. Hardly did she have any time to think of the events of last night. But as the sun went down and midnight approached, she subconsciously waited for him to appear.

She wore her usual hospital dress and an oversized jacket, with her hair loosely tied up in a bun. After unknowingly waiting for him on the terrace, she tried her luck in the parking area.

All she could do was Sigh, looking at all the cars that appeared to be staring at her and asking what exactly was she expecting.

She looked at her bracelet and wondered why it was so precious to her.

I better get back to my room -- she thought.

But just when she was about to head back, she saw the headlights of a car lit up and her eyes instantly fell on a kitten sitting near the tire.

Tak Dong Kyung rushed towards the car and stood right infront, making the person hit the brakes instantly.

She quickly bent down and took the kitten away from the tire.

"Are you okay ? "- she said, caressing the young cat.

"Do you want to die too ??? " yelled the man who came out of the car.

Dong Kyung let the cat slide away as she stood up to face the man. He looked extremely furious.

"I'm sorry Sir, there was a ..." she tried to give an explanation when she noticed a Knife and blood on his hand.

"Is that blood ? What did you do? " She asked, suspecting that he was some sort of a criminal.

Her guess was right, and she could hear a buzz in the hospital. But before she could act on it, the man grabbed her by the hair and tried to put her into the car.

"I'll kill you too " he declared as he opened the door to put her inside, but Dong Kyung couldn't give up so easily. She resisted and tried her best to scream but he covered her mouth with his hand.

"Just get inside the car if you want to live " the man shouted, he wanted to run away before the security got to the parking area and he couldn't leave a witness.

He was almost about to put her inside the car when he sensed a weird tension in the air. Everything was strangely silent all of a sudden.

It was then, that Dong Kyung noticed a tall figure standing at a short distance. As he approached them, she could see who it was. He wore a long wine colored coat with a sweater allowing a generous display of his neck.

He walked towards them with his hands in the pockets of his loose trousers. His face looked pale and eyes red with anger. She noticed the lights starting to flicker, the same way it had happened the night before.

"Who are you " the killer asked.

"Myul Mang " He said , tilting his head slightly to dart his eyes at the killer's hand which had grabbed Dong Kyung's hair.

The killer instantly left her and she fell to the ground.

"Aah.." she said, as she hit the surface.

Myul Mang stared at the killer with fury in his eyes.

The criminal picked up his knife again and tried to reach Dong Kyung, but she was quick enough to get up right on time and run towards Myul Mang.

She crashed on him against his chest and grabbed on to him as tightly as possible.

Myul Mang didn't move. He kept staring at the killer.

"He has killed someone " Dong Kyung whispered to him in terror.

He looked down at her and it was then that he noticed a small scratch on her neck because of the force with which the killer might have grabbed her.

He frowned and looked back at the man who was frozen near his car.

"I would have simply handed you over to the Police, if you had not done that to her " Myul Mang informed before blinking his eyes which was enough to bring doom on the killer.

His neck suddenly tilted and with the sound of a bone crack, he fell to the ground.

Tak Dong Kyung shut her eyes and hugged Myul Mang tightly, scared to imagine what was happening at her back. He gently put one of his hand on her head.

"Are you okay ? " He asked in a whisper, to which she nodded.

When she lifted her head up to look at him, she felt something change around her. When she looked towards her right, she found herself in an entirely different place.

It was a large mysterious hall, with lamps lit with fire. She could see a large circular window behind him which had a dark shade of blue.

Her eyes widened and she looked at him in confusion.

"Where are we ?" She asked.

"It's my home " he said with a straight face.

She walked away from him and looked around. The place felt familiar but she couldn't remember anything.

"Have I been here before?" She asked.

"I hope not. " he said nervously.

She gave him a scared look and went ahead to sit next to the large window. She could see the night sky and twinkling stars.

"It's beautiful.." she exclaimed.

Myul Mang walked up to her which made her stand up instantly. She guessed he was there to say something, but he stood merely inches away from her.

She coughed slightly and looked away, feeling his intense gaze on her.

"Where did he hurt you? " He asked, taking his hand near her neck where he had seen the injury.

But she instantly grabbed his hand and looked back at him.

"What did you mean back then? "

Myul Mang raised his brow.

".. when you said, you would have simply handed the killer to the police if he had not done this to me " she questioned.

He instantly took his hand off from her grip and moved back. He sighed and looked away. Obviously, he had no answer.

" Did you kill him ? " She asked, swallowing a lump in her throat.

Myul Mang stared back at her.

"Would you hate me if I did ? " He asked.

"No." She replied, without giving it a second thought. She herself was clueless how she was so confident that she wouldn't hate him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I'm sure you might have done it for a reason. You're that kind of being." She answered in a go, as if it was already there in her subconscious.

He felt he had heard that before, but when? He couldn't recall.

It made him anxious and he walked back to her, raising his hand towards her neck again.

"Let me see please.. " he pleaded, but she backed off.

"Keep your hands away until you answer me " she said.

"What ? " He asked.

Tak Dong Kyung sighed.

"I think.. I know you.. but I dont remember, have we met before ?" She said, searching for answers.

Her questions made him confused, as he already had his doubts. He gulped in and looked away, unable to understand what to say.

"I don't know " he said.

Tak Dong Kyung took a deep breath before continuing.

"I don't remember anything, but I feel, I was happy with you..I feel....

.. I.. loved you" she spoke.

What she said, made him restless and he walked to her staring deep into her eyes which were welling up.

He pursed his lips and tried not to react to what she just said. He wanted to escape the situation as soon as possible, but he was concerned for her as well. And somehow, he knew what she was saying might even be true.

He sighed and gulped in before speaking up.

"Let. Me. See." He said sternly, clearly trying to avoid what she was saying.

She shook her head for a No.

"Keep your hands off. Answer me first."

It was enough to make him loose patience and he instantly pulled her towards him, encircling his hands around her waist.

She was taken aback as she immediately grabbed his coat to prevent herself from falling.

"What are you doing? " She asked, trying to catch her breath.

His gaze pierced her soul. It was just a little scratch she had on her neck, but he wanted it gone as soon as possible. Even he didn't know why he felt that way, given that he already knew she was going to die soon.

"You want me to keep my hands off. Fine."

She looked at him, confused about what he exactly meant.

To her surprise, he suddenly tilted his head, leaned down to her neck, and planted a soft kiss on the scratch.

Her stomach twisted as she felt his lips on her skin. She inhaled sharply and clenched the collar of his coat tighter.

He lifted his head up and looked at the scratch disappear. But he soon realized that he had escalated the tension between them. She had shut her eyes and was gasping for air.

"It's gone now" he said, looking at her intently.

She opened her eyes slowly and gathered courage to look up at him.

She felt a strange comfort when their eyes met.

"It was just a scratch" she whispered.

"Then just thank me " he said, his voice cracking.

She swallowed and gasped, but her mind wasn't working well at all. Without much control on herself , she let her feelings take over and she stood on her toes to reach his lips and cover the gap between them.

He did not know she would do something like that all of a sudden, but given the situation, he surely was expecting it to happen.

He shut his eyes as he felt her lips move against his. It took him few seconds to let his guard down and let his heart decide what was to be done.

She inhaled rigorously when she felt him responding to the kiss. His grip around her waist tightened and he pulled her closer into his himself.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. She felt giddy with the rising heat within her. For some reason, his lips felt familiar, she knew she had kissed him before, but she couldn't remember.

He played with her lips as if they belonged to him, and suddenly felt a slight touch of her tongue in his mouth.

She wanted more. Subconsciously.

He gasped and let her enter his mouth, pushing her back against the wall next to the window, without leaving her lips for even a second.

She winced as she felt her back hit the wall and his strong chest pressed against her tiny physique.

He pulled her up a little by her waist so she could stand on his feet, making it easier for her to kiss him back.

He explored her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned and struggled to breath. He passionately delved into her mouth, making her dig her fingers in his hair and pull it gently.

He groaned and kissed her fervently, feeling her tiny fingers tugging on to his hair.

She felt his hands kneading the soft skin on her waist.

Her hands instinctively grabbed the colar of his coat and with a little effort, she pushed it back. He made a slight movement of his arms to let the coat slip off his body and fall on the ground.

He gave her little time to catch her breath before cupping her face and kissing her back.

She slid her hand to his waist and clenched his sweater. She felt her toes curl with each movement of his tongue in her mouth.

He slipped his hand in her soft hair and opened the loose bun she had, letting her hair flow open.

He carressed her neck as he kissed her more.

After a while, he stopped and looked at her, his face was crimson red with the rush of blood and lips slightly swollen.

Both of them struggled to breathe as he spoke.

"Tak Dong Kyung.. " he panted.

She gasped and felt nervous with the way he took her name. His eyes were filled with passion.

"I don't remember why.. I don't remember how and I don't remember since when.. but.. I love you..."

She smiled a little and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I feel I Love you too.. Kim Saram" she whispered, before kissing him back.

A/N : Thank you so much reading! This is my first work on the doom couple! :) Sorry if there were any mistakes :( Please leave your reaction here :) I will write more if you all liked it <3

#dong kyung #doom at your service #doomatyourservice #doommates #myeol mang #myul mang #park bo young #seo in guk #kdrama #seo in gook #tak dong kyung #fanfic #fanfiction #romance

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shuadotcom · 3 years

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Read Your Mind | KTH (M)

♦ Summary: You just want to find your friends and enjoy the party, but instead you find out that maybe you aren’t where you’re supposed to be.

♦ Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Human Female!Reader

♦ Genre: Vampire AU, supernatural AU

♦ Rating: NC17

♦ Warnings: Cursing, teasing, implied sex

♦ Word Count: 2.9k

♦ A/N: For @btsholidaybingo | Bing Square: Vampire | Songspo: Read Your Mind - Avant

This has been 98% done for weeks, but I couldn’t write a proper ending for the life of me. Huge, giant thank you to Mars (@joheun-saram) and Danna (@unoriginal-username15432) for beta reading this and helping me try and scrounge up an ending I didn’t hate! ❤️❤️

You can swear that Mingyu texted you the right address. The house number on your phone clearly reads 1230, which matches the numbers on the beige paneled house in front of you. The street is quite dark for it to be nearly 10:30 pm on Halloween night, but the music is loud enough that you can hear it from the sidewalk.

You glance at your texts once more and make your way up to the porch, music blaring as soon as you open the door. The inside of the house is not as dark as it looked from the outside, but it’s still dim, and there aren’t enough lights. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell like cheap beer and weed, which you’re used to smelling, having been to many house parties. Instead, the air is reminiscent of burning incense and something that you can only describe as a coppery scent.

Squinting, you see if you can recognize any of the nearby faces, but you can’t place a name to anyone around you. You pull your phone out of your clutch and shoot a quick text message to the group chat to see where your friends are.

Y/n: Hellooooooo I just walked in. Where are you losers?

Mingyu: Wow and only an hour and a half late

Wonwoo: We’re in the kitchen

Vernon: I will literally down all of these jell-o shots if you don’t get your ass in here

Y/n: IF THAT INCLUDES THE CHERRY ONES I WILL END YOU CHWE 😡

Vernon: 🍒👅

Y/n: 🔪🔪

With nothing but cherry jell-o and strangling your friend on your mind, you miss the multiple sets of eyes staring at you until you put your phone away. A group of costumed party-goers is watching your every move from where they’re standing near the staircase. At least two of them have glowing red contacts, which doesn’t help your unease. Eager to leave, your eyes scan the room, and you decide to venture to the left of the house, away from most of the crowd.

Upon reaching the kitchen, you don’t see Mingyu, Vernon, or any of your other friends. The kitchen itself is empty altogether. After sending a quick text telling your friends to stop fucking with you, you decide a drink is in order.

A quick survey of the dismal spread tells you your only options are clear bottles of red wine and a punch bowl of what you can only assume is jungle juice or another alcoholic punch concoction.

Deciding on the punch, you ladle yourself a cup. It’s oddly thick when you scoop it, and it drips instead of pours into your plastic cup. Taking a sniff, you notice it’s the same coppery smell that got your attention when you first walked in. Up close, the scent makes you gag, and you recoil. What the fuck is in this drink?

Before you can take a cautionary sip, the sense of a presence has you halting and whipping around, only to knock into the solid body that appeared behind you. Two sturdy arms belonging to the man who caught you wrap around your waist, keeping you from busting your ass completely.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” You laugh awkwardly and try to remove yourself from his arms, but his grip is much stronger than yours.

“No need to apologize, doll. It’s an honor to be this close to you.” You narrow your eyes at him. Something about his tone is off, and you don’t like it. With a quick survey of him, you see that admittedly, he’s extremely good looking. Between his dark, curly hair, thick thighs, and tattoos peeking through the sheer sleeve of his grey shirt, he’s definitely your type, but again, something is off, and you can’t pinpoint it. Even in a bunny-eared headband and a painted-on pink nose, it doesn’t seem right to be here with him like this.

“Well, uh, thank you,” Again, you attempt to wiggle out of his hold, but instead, he pulls you closer, burying his nose into your neck. “What the f-”

“Do you have any idea how divine you smell?”

“Thank you? Look, just l-let me g-go,” A sudden fuzzy sensation takes over your body, and your ability to form coherent sentences seems harder than earlier. You hadn’t even taken a sip of punch, so you know it can’t be that.

The mystery bunny man uses your lethargy to his advantage and places a few kisses on your neck. His lips are cold and send a chill through your body. You want to shove him away, but your mind is hazy.

“This’ll only hurt a bit, doll, but you’ll like it, I promise,” he murmurs into your skin. Your mouth won’t let you ask what he means, but then you feel the sharpness of his teeth grazing your skin. Your brain is screaming, but no sound leaves your lips. This is wrong. Very, very wrong. Are you seriously about to be bitten by a vampire?

“Jungkook, what do you think you’re doing?” A deep voice ringing out through the kitchen has the man you now know as Jungkook pausing before his teeth pierce your skin.

He lets out a scoff and pulls away from you. “Oh, come on, Hyung, what does it look like?”

The man enters your vision from behind Jungkook, and you make eye contact, doing your best to plead with him without words.

“Let her go and stop using your powers on her. Poor girl’s eyes look as dead as your heart.”

Jungkook mumbles something you can’t hear under his breath and releases the hold he has on you. You slump back, and in an instant, the fog that was swirling around your head lifts. You blink a few times as your senses return.

“You’re no fun.” Jungkook pouts at the other man before stomping out of the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

After watching Jungkook go, the man turns back to you, his chocolate eyes scanning you from head to toe. You can’t help but shrink further under his gaze. His vibe is different from Jungkook’s, less menacing, but he is just as attractive, which still makes you nervous. Slicked back black hair showcases intense eyebrows and a chiseled jaw. He’s tall and not as muscular but can still clearly throw you around like a doll if he wanted to. And honestly, you kind of want him to.

“I do apologize on behalf of him. He’s the youngest of my brothers and still behaves recklessly sometimes.” He smiles widely, and you see fangs poking out, even though he is very clearly wearing the signature purple suit of the Joker. “I’m Taehyung, and I like your costume, by the way. Are you a leopard?”

You adjust your leopard print jumpsuit, suddenly very aware of how form-fitting it is. “Y/n. And no, I’m Scary Spice. You know, from the Spice Girls?” This makes him chuckle.

“Of course, my mistake.”

You point towards his outfit. “If you’re the Joker, why isn’t your face done up to match?”

Taehyung shrugs. “It’s an old costume that I threw on last minute. I didn’t have much time for the whole thing.” He’s still smirking at you. “What’s the matter, kitten?” He asks, but his tone suggests that he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

You do your best to ignore the way his use of the pet name affects you. “I just want to find my friends. They should be here waiting for me.”

“Oh? Who are your friends? I know everyone at this party.”

“Uh, do you know Mingyu, Vernon, Wonwoo, or Seungcheol? They’re dressed as the other four Spice Girls, so they’re not hard to miss.”

After a few seconds of thinking, the man shakes his head. “Nope, can’t say anyone by those names are here...but I think you knew that already.” He starts to advance towards you, trapping you in place. “It seems you’ve stumbled into the wrong Halloween party, kitten.”

You dig your phone out of your clutch and double-check the address, showing it to him. He shakes his head. “That’s the next street over.”

Something had told you before even walking into the house that something was wrong, but hearing Taehyung confirm it proved that you weren’t just paranoid. The smell of copper and the red liquid in the kitchen, the alleged glowing contacts of people in the front room, and the fact that Jungkook nearly took a literal bite out of you all pointed to what this was. You believed in the supernatural, sure, but it was never at the forefront of your mind that you would run into a supernatural person. Until tonight.

“How interesting,” Taehyung starts. “The realization that you’ve shown up to a party hosted by a house full of vampires doesn’t seem to stress you out nearly as much as it should. Why is that?”

You’re honestly not sure, and when you tell him that, he laughs. “You know, you humans are always so fascinated with the supernatural, especially with us. We’re truly not that different than you all, you know.” Taehyung has you pressed against the counter, and you know he can hear how fast your heart is beating. You watch as his eyes flicker from brown to a deep red color.

The way he’s looking at you is different from Jungkook’s earlier gaze. The latter made you feel helpless since you had seemingly lost control over yourself. It was scary, and you are more than glad that Taehyung swooped in when he did. With him, though, the way that he’s hovering over you and studying your face is exhilarating.

Maybe you’ve finally lost it. Maybe every failed relationship you’ve had has finally gotten to you. Perhaps you’re that desperate right now. Either way, being in the arms of a vampire is better than any human you’ve been this close to.

“Your heart is racing right now. I already know the answer, but tell me anyway; what are you thinking?” He’s so close to you that his lips graze your earlobe. All of your senses are on high alert in the best way possible.

“About you.”

“And what about me?”

“Kissing you.”

Taehyung chuckles and licks his lips. Slow and deliberate. “Oh my, how forward of you. We’ve only just met, kitten.”

You stutter as a blush creeps up your neck. “I-I’m-”

“I’m only teasing you.” Taehyung’s nimble fingers come up to toy with one of your bra straps peeking out of the neckline of your jumpsuit. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you walked through the front door.”

He watched you walk in? How long had he been watching you? Before you can ask him, his lips are pressing into yours with a sense of urgency as he brings his body closer to yours. The marble countertop digging into your back is insignificant compared to the way your body buzzes in response to Taehyung. His mouth tastes sweet, and his lips are so soft, which are both heavy contrasts to the way his broad hands are gripping your hips so tight you’re sure you’re bruising through your outfit.

The way his teeth nip at your bottom lip elicits a soft moan from you. He uses the opportunity to suck your tongue into his mouth, and your quiet sounds grow louder, as does the stickiness in your panties. His sharp canines graze against your tongue, and you’re so close to begging him to take you on the kitchen floor of this strange house. Just as you begin rutting against his muscled thigh between your legs, he pulls away, leaving you panting and whimpering.

“You’ve got to go now, kitten.”

“Wh-What?” Your body is still buzzing while Taehyung looks much more composed.

“Your friends are waiting for you.”

“But I don’t want to.” You whine out, sounding childish, but you don’t care. You can’t believe he’s just going to leave you like this.

“Just close your eyes for me. Can you do that?” He’s whispering in your ear again, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Taehyung, I want you so bad.” Your words echo, and they sound slurred. It’s harder to open your eyes.

“And you’ll have me, kitten. Soon.” He places a kiss on your neck, and the same woozy, disconnected sensation you had felt with Jungkook washes over you. You can’t open your eyes, and you want so badly to say something to Taehyung, but your tongue feels impossibly heavy, and you seemingly have forgotten how to speak. Before you can gather any more thoughts, everything goes quiet and dark.

“Y/n? Wake up.” Hearing your name brings you out of your sleep-like state. As your eyes open and adjust, you anticipate the chiseled face of the vampire you were just kissing, but instead of seeing Taehyung’s piercing red eyes, you’re met with Mingyu’s brown ones.

Sitting up fast, you see your friend kneeling in front of you. Vernon, Wonwoo, and Seungcheol stand behind him with matching looks of concern mixed with annoyance.

“What’s going on?” You ask, thoroughly confused.

“We’ve been looking for you for like an hour! You stopped answering our texts, so we practically turned the house upside down, trying to find you!” Vernon explained.

“Come to find out you’re just here in the living room. Passed out on the couch.” Seungcheol deadpans.

Looking around, you see that you’re lying on a grey cloth couch. Around you is the rest of the party. A few people are glancing your way in concern, but for the most part, the remainder of the partygoers don’t notice you or your friends. The room is well lit and reeks of beer. The complete opposite of the house full of vampires you had just been in.

Or that you thought you had just been in.

“Where’s Taehyung?”

“Who?” Mingyu offers you his hand, which you take.

“Taehyung. Dark hair, dressed as the Joker.”

“The only guy here I’ve seen dressed at the Joker is Minghao.” Wonwoo gestures to another mutual friend across the room whose tongue is currently down a Harley Quinn’s throat.

“Well, now that we know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere, are you up to actually enjoy the rest of the party?” Vernon asks as he adjusts his Sporty Spice track pants.

You agree and follow your friends over to another group of people you all know. Your head doesn’t hurt, and the fog over your mind is completely clear, but you’re still confused. Recalling the handful of shots you threw back before you left home to pregame, you try to remember if it was enough to cause you to blackout on the couch. Your dream felt so real, from how Jungkook influenced your mind to the pure need that Taehyung filled you with. You can practically still feel his grip on your body and his mouth on yours.

When Vernon offers you a glass of water, you down it in less than a minute to calm your vivid memories of Taehyung and the dull ache between your legs.

Only another hour goes by before you, and your friends say your goodbyes and pile into your respective Ubers. Once you’re home, you get ready for bed with your mind still stuck on your dream and Taehyung. You think of him as you undress and shower, not able to resist touching yourself at the realistic sensation of him.

He’s still on your mind as you settle into bed and attempt to distract yourself by scrolling through Twitter. You’re so caught up in your head that you don’t even notice the figure reclining on your couch across the room until he clears his throat.

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you sit up and whip around, ready to fight your intruder. You abandon this quickly when you see him stand up.

“Taehyung?”

“Hello, kitten,” his smooth, deep baritone echoes through the quiet room. He is at your bedside in no time, your studio apartment not leaving much space between the two of you, to begin with.

“I-I thought, uh, I thought you were a dream,” you stutter as he crawls onto your bed. You notice he’s no longer in his Joker costume, but a pair of black slacks and loose, white button-down instead. He still looks breathtaking. “I was with you...but then I wasn’t? I was with my friends, and you were gone, and I-”

“Ssh,” he places a finger over your lips. “Don’t worry about that right now, kitten. I’m here now, and we need to finish what we started.” His hand travels up your thigh as he speaks, fingers dangerously close to your core. “I heard you in the shower a little bit ago. I know how much you missed me.”

Did you fall asleep with your phone in your hand? Is this truly happening?

You aren’t entirely sure, but the way Taehyung suddenly tears your shirt open and latches his lips around your nipple feels very real to you. The number of times he has you orgasming into the night is also very real, and the soreness you feel throughout your body stays with you even as you wake the next morning.

It’s obvious Taehyung is determined to make sure you stop doubting his existence and thinking your time together is some sort of dream, even if it takes him the entirety of the day and into the rest of the weekend.

#btsholidaybingo #btsnoonanet #ficswithluv #heartsforbts #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #thebtswritersclub #bangtanuniversity #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #magicshopnet #thebtsficarchive #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #vampire taehyung #taehyung fic

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here4theheartbreak · 3 years

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Green with Envy (KTH)

⭒ AO3 Link Here!

⭒ Relationships: Taehyung x Female Reader ⭒ Genre: smut, pwp ⭒ Final Rating: Explicit ⭒ Word Count: ~2.3k

⭒ Tags: smut, dirty talk, pwp, jealous!Taehyung, hair pulling, thigh sex, bareback, clothed sex, cumplay

⭒ Summary: Taehyung is a little jealous of your friends. He decides everyone needs to know who you belong to.

⭒ A/N: This fic was written for @taegularities - requested during my 2k followers request event! The prompt was “I’m not jealous.” Thank you so much for requesting!! This is my first ever - after nearly 15 years of writing - reader insert! Please be gentle with me, I hope it’s okay. Title banner made by the ever so talented @joheun-saram (Thank you sm you saved my bacon last night!). Also thanks to @aroseforyoongi who was willing to help me read over this and figure out what the heck I was doing.

“Where are you sneaking off to?” Taehyung’s voice rang out across the small apartment. You grimaced, hesitating by the door, and looked back at him. A rare day off from his job, Taehyung was splayed across the easy chair, one leg kicked up on the back, the other on the arm, as his thumbs slid smoothly over the buttons of the controller that he had in his grip. He paused the game and hung his head over the other arm, looking at you upside down. The action made him look far more youthful than he was, and you had to smile.

“Just going out with some friends for a few hours. I figured you’d be gaming, so…”

“What friends?” Taehyung was trying to keep his voice casual, you knew, but you could hear the tension forming under the surface.

“Nobody really, just Kasper and Jimin and Jungkook…”

Taehyung’s face darkened visibly. “Jungkook isn’t nobody.”

You couldn’t help but smirk as Taehyung sat up, huffing.

“You’re jealous of him.”

“I am not jealous,” Taehyung argued.

You crossed your arms. “You sound pretty jealous.” You approached Taehyung and leaned over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You don’t need to be, baby. I’m yours.”

“I’m not jealous!” Taehyung said with a little more aggression, thwacking his controller on the arm of the chair. He stood up so suddenly that you nearly fell over, only righting yourself because he reached out and caught you.

“Then why do you get so mad when I go hang out with them? With Jungkook specifically?”

Taehyung frowned deeper. “I don’t.”

“I’ve been with you for years, Tae. You do,” you pushed. You knew you were poking a metaphorical bear, but you were curious.

“I’m not jealous, ___,” Taehyung said firmly.

You raised your brows. “Do you think I’m gonna kiss him?” You teased. Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “I mean, he’s got a nice mouth. And strong muscles… And—” Your words died in your throat when Taehyung grabbed your ponytail, tugging it back firmly.

“Are you trying to make me jealous, ___?”

You smirked. “And what would you do if I did? Forbid me from going out?”

“Of course not.” Taehyung smirked darkly. “You’re an adult and can do what you want. But I will make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“And how will you do that? Hm? Give me a hickey like a high school student?”

“Don’t push me, ___.”

“Why not?” You asked. “It’s so fun.” You pressed your hips forward, grinding against Taehyung’s crotch. His lips parted, gasping softly.

“Maybe you should keep me here if you’re so jealous. Drag me to bed and fuck me until I’m too sore to walk...”

“I’m not jealous,” Taehyung whispered again, his eyes shut as you ground against his cock. “I won’t keep you from seeing your friends...”

He slid the hand not in your hair down over the swell of your ass. He slid it under the skirt, scowling when his hand landed on your panties.

“These are nice.”

“So?”

“Aren’t these the ones I bought you?” He stepped back and unhooked the button on your skirt, letting it puddle around your ankles. The action revealed the panties he was talking about; a pair of sleek, lacy ones that barely covered your assets. You couldn’t count the number of times he’d yanked these off you to fuck you, or the number of times he pushed them to the side, too eager to bother stripping you.

“They are.”

He slid his hand over the front. “Real nice panties for hanging out with friends.”

You grinned. “What, I can’t dress nice? They’re comfy.”

“They’re fuck-me panties.”

Your grin grew. “Oh. Is that so?” You pressed against his hand, rubbing and moaning softly. “They certainly do feel good rubbing against me...”

Taehyung swore under his breath. “Why are you such a tease?”

“I’m not,” you denied. “You’re the one who took my skirt off. Does it make you horny? Picturing me on my back with Jungkook pounding me with his cock? Still wearing these panties? Or just jealous?”

Taehyung snarled and slapped your pussy in warning. “Stop it.”

“Why? I thought you weren’t jealous?”

“I’m not,” Taehyung muttered. He rubbed his thumb over your clit, peeking from the hood of your pussy already. “I won’t be. Not after I’m finished.”

“Finished?”

“I promised I’d make sure everyone knew you were mine.” He let go of your hair to push your panties down, leaving them stretched around the middle of your thighs. He undid his own jeans and pushed them and his boxers down, stroking his cock hard and fast to get it fully erect.

As he did, he spread your pussy open, licking his lips. The cool air of the room brushed over your damp inner folds, making you shiver. A little ball of arousal formed in your stomach and you tried to rub your thighs together, only to have him smack them lightly.

“Don’t, you asked for this.” Taehyung’s voice was thick with need. He stepped forward and kicked his jeans and boxers aside. Teasingly, he began to rub his leaking tip over your clit. He reached up with his free hand and wound your ponytail around it, yanking your head back.

His cock slid over your pussy, pushing open your folds with the blunted tip. His lips were parted, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

“Don’t look away,” he growled when your eyes fluttered shut. His grip in your ponytail tightened, pulling a few strands painfully tight. You opened your eyes, meeting his dark gaze.

“Please—“

“You don’t get to beg,” Taehyung warned. “Take what I give you.” He shifted, rubbing the tip of his cock against your stiffening clit. “Already wet. Now you see why I have to do this.” He pushed back between your thighs, thrusting lazily.

He wasn’t wrong. Your pussy had begun to dampen as soon as he pulled your hair, his dominant streak making you weak in the knees. The nudge of his cock was Pavlovian, making you want to open your thighs and beg for him to fuck you. Your stomach ached, a tight knot of need forming as he teased you.

Taehyung yanked your head back further, bringing tears to your eyes. You cried out helplessly. Taehyung’s breath was hot as he ghosted his smooth mouth over your jaw. “Touch yourself, ___. Be a good girl and squirt on my cock.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head at his words, a low moan slipping from your throat. You forced them open, keeping your gaze on him even as you slid your hand down, brushing his taut stomach before gently slapping your clit. Taehyung grunted softly, nodding.

“Good girl. Come on, we don’t have all day. You don’t want to be late for your friends.”

You began to rub small circles against your clit, whining softly. Taehyung continued to thrust, humping your thighs and rubbing teasingly against your wet opening. You’d give anything to feel the slide of his cock as he pushed into you, stretching your hole open and driving deep enough to make your toes curl.

“Desperate,” Taehyung taunted. He slapped the top of his cock over your pussy, and your cheeks began to burn at the obscene, wet sounds it made. You rubbed your clit a little harder, mouth hanging open. The ball of need had become painfully tight in your guts, a pressure building deep in your cunt as you stared into Taehyung’s lust blown gaze.

“You want it?” He asked, rubbing his cock against your folds again. He shifted, bumping directly against your desire swollen opening.

“Yes—“

“Then come like a good girl. Prove you need my cock.”

“I need your cock to come!” You tried desperately, forearm aching with the intensity of your rubbing.

“No.” Taehyung yanked your ponytail harder. “Squirt on my cock. Be a good girl and behave, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

Your toes curled in your shoes, a strained moan slipping from your lips.

“Who makes you wet?”

“You...”

“Can’t you feel how hard I am?” He slid his cock firmly over your opening, and you nodded, groaning again.

“Don’t you wanna help me? Make me feel good?”

“Yes, Tae, please—“

Taehyung pressed his lips to your ear, his breathing infuriatingly steady. “Then fucking come, ___.” His voice was a deep, raspy growl that sent electric spikes from your face to your toes. Every muscle in your body seemed to clench, and a scream ripped from your throat. You shuddered and gasped, your pussy clenching and releasing rhythmically as you gushed, hot and wet, over his cock and down your quivering thighs. You heard Taehyung laugh, but he sounded far away and muffled as your orgasm washed over you.

Before you could recover, Taehyung shifted. He lined his cock up and slammed into your throbbing cunt, stretching you wide. Immediately he began to thrust into you, the standing position adding pressure in new areas from the angle.

You screamed, body jerking helplessly as his cock opened you up, filling you full of his thick length. The aftershocks of your orgasm continued, your pussy squeezing and releasing as he fucked you. The sound was obscene, wet and sloppy from your climax, but it seemed to egg Taehyung on.

“Who’s cock makes you feel good, baby girl?” He growled in your ear.

“Y— Yours.”

“Exactly. Are you ever gonna let another cock into this tight little cunt?”

“No!”

Taehyung laughed. “Even if you did... Do you think he’d like you after I stretch you all out? Fill you full of my come?”

You sobbed, leaning on Taehyung as he used your body. “No, please— I wouldn’t ever—“

“That’s right. I don’t need to be jealous... Nobody will make you desperate like this.” He shuddered hard. “Just in case...”

He finally let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, fucking hard and fast into you. You screamed, holding tight to his shoulders as you struggled to stay upright.

Taehyung grunted twice and slammed his cock deep. You felt the telltale throb of his shaft against your swollen pussy, and the rhythmic clench of his balls. He reached down, grabbing your panties that were still stretched halfway down your thighs, now damp with your juices.

Much to your surprise, he pulled out, a trail of his come following. He angled his cock down, ropes of his hot release splashing onto the crotch of the black panties. He shifted his cock once more as he shuddered, grunting softly. The final few ropes landed over your pubic mound, sliding slow and lazy down over your abused clit. Taehyung’s body relaxed and he let his cock go after giving it a final stroke and squeeze.

Before you could speak, he pulled the panties up, pressing his palm against the come soaked part.

“Now you can go.”

You slumped against his chest, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, a warm cocoon; comfort and safety all wrapped into one beautiful soul.

“You okay?” He asked, far more gently.

“I’m okay.” Your voice shook more than you’d intended it to. Taehyung, ever the observant one, tightened his grip. He helped you to the couch and pulled your skirt back up before sitting you down. He pulled on his boxers and sat with you, pressing gentle kisses over your sweat dampened temple and cheeks.

“Was it too far?”

“No, not at all,” you promised him, leaning into the affection. “Just overwhelming.”

“You liked it though?”

“You’re not… Really jealous of Jungkook, are you?”

Taehyung hesitated, and smiled sheepishly when you looked up at him. It was endearing – his all teeth, square smile, crinkled eyes.

“Honestly? A… A little,” he admitted timidly. “I know you aren’t going to cheat, I know you don’t see him that way.”

“There’s a but…”

“But,” Taehyung laughed as he spoke, “I also know that you’re gorgeous and damn near everyone’s ideal.”

“You’re a little biased, Tae.”

“So what. My point stands. So my jealousy isn’t because I worry you’ll be disloyal. It’s because I hate knowing the thoughts that might be going through the heads of others who see you. You don’t need my protection, but I want to give it to you.”

You smiled a little at that, your heart clenching. When you’d first started dating Taehyung, you wondered if you two would really ever make it. He was so different from you. But his fierce loyalty and his intense love – it made those differences minimal. And times like this, you really remembered why you chose to give your heart to him.

“I do need to go… I’m late,” you said softly, watching Taehyung’s expression. He pouted a little, but nodded, and sat back.

“Have fun. When will you be home?”

“Probably around midnight.” You hesitated a little before standing. “I could come home a little earlier though… If you wanted. We could play a game together before bed.”

Taehyung grinned brightly for a moment, then dampened it, his brows furrowing as he struggled to straighten his face. “You don’t need to do that.”

“What if I want to?”

The smile reappeared again. “Then… Who am I to stop you?”

You laughed a little and nodded. “I’ll be home about ten. Make a snack for us, okay?”

Taehyung nodded. He rose and pulled you close to him, kissing you hard. “I still want you to wear those panties. Marked as mine.”

“Under one condition,” you said, poking him in the chest. “When I get home, you get me out of them and take a shower with me before we play.”

“Can I make you dirty again?”

“Always.”

Taehyung chuckled deep in his throat and kissed your shoulder. “Deal. Go on, you don’t wanna make your friends wait too much longer.”

You pulled away from him reluctantly and pulled your sneakers and coat on, taking a moment to fix your hair, still mussed from your earlier activities. Sparing a final glance back at Taehyung, you couldn’t help but smile. He really was everything to you. Even if he got a little green with envy sometimes.

#taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #thebtswritersclub #kth x reader #taehyung x y/n #reader insert #bts v x reader #smut #bangtan fanfic #bts reader insert #kim taehyung #taehyung #bts v #bangtanarmynet #network bangtan #mywriting

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koverdrama · 3 years

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I wondered if he was going to cancel the contract and disappear in her place!!!

Now this story is going to wrap up beautifully into a happy ending next week,I just know it!

Here are my thoughts and questions I would love to see addressed:

So Nyeoshin is sticking around because she wants to see flowers. She’s never pushed on to live like this before so you know what this means...The flower blooms in the garden and she wants to see her son through to humanity.

A human Kim Saram will return. Just like fate has shown before, they will meet again! Will he remember her? Or will she learn to love the human version of him knowing it’s him but he’s different?

WILL THERE BE A RAMEYON SCENE?!?

WILL THERE BE A WEDDING SCENE?!?

Will he be a “new man” in Dong Kyung’s life since everyone remembers him looking differently? I could see her Aunt saying something along the lines of this man looking way more handsome than the last one. Will Sun Kyung recognize his Hyung-nim with a new face?

What will the explanation be for her cancer magically disappearing?

I saw a spoiler about a possible new doom entering the world— how will she be introduced? Will Saram have any recollection of his “past life”? Will he remember his mom at all?

Will they do all the things they promised to do even though Dong Kyung felt like the promises were empty? Will he remember he promised her forever?

#doom at your service #kim saram #myul mang #seo in guk #park bo young #tak dong kyung #kdrama

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infinityactual · 3 years

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Stayed up till 3am to get this out of my head or I would have DIED.

He would have pulled her snug against him, had they not both been in armor. Instead, Sam had to content himself with standing barely a hand's breadth in front of Commander Palmer as he looked down at her.

John watched with mild interest, and no small amount of joy, tinged with annoyance as it was. They were due to leave any second...but as he watched them, he couldn't bring himself to call out to Sam. Not just yet.

Instead, he watched as a hand that could easily crumple steel like cardboard lifted toward Commander Palmer's face. Sam's expression softened as he traced Sarah's cheek with a feather-light touch, a faint wash of pink dusting his cheeks and nose as he smiled.

But as he leaned down to kiss her, a hand darted up between them and palmed Sam's face.

"Hey, save the mush. You have places to go and shop to wreck." Sarah said as she shoved Sam backwards. John heard Kelly barely stifle a snort over TEAMCOM as the giant Sam-034 stumbled backwards a few steps.

"Yes, sir." Sam replied as Sarah walked away. Just as he turned to join his teammates, Sarah called back to him.

"Oh, and Spartan?"

Sam paused and looked back.

"Come back in one piece. I expect some dick when you get home."

Sam was suddenly hyperaware of everyone else around him, and he could hear faint cackling emanating from the helmet in his right hand. He shoved the helmet over his head, face burning, and strode over to join Blue Team.

Nobody said anything for several seconds.

"Orders are orders, Sam." John finally said.

"I'd tell you to shut it, but not even the Admiral can make you behave." Sam sighed. Kelly shook her head, and Sam thought he could hear her stifle more laughter.

This was going to be a long ride.

#saram wrap #sarah is going to murder this man #sam 034 #sarah palmer #sam 034/sarah palmer #john 117 #kelly 087 #microfic #halo fanfic

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Illicit Affairs — Jin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Wordcount: 8.4k

Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello my sugar gliders! Here we go with Jin’s Illicit Affairs. Sorry for postponing this but I was literally drained of energies. But on to more pleasing things.

Plot: After Jin and Angel start exploring their kinkier side, Jin finds himself completely amused by even the smallest things that he is now allowed to do. This sudden revelation brings him to experiment more in the bedroom. And not only there

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Okay. Swearing. Masturbation (both male and female receiving), Oral sex (male and female receiving), spit play, power play (Master!Jin Sub!reader), cock worship, multiple orgasms, orgasm deprivation, overstimulation, sex toys (vibrating wand), breast slapping, cum play and cum swallowing, slight degradation, possessive sex, lowkey angry sex, marking, face fucking (male receiving), hair gripping/tugging (male receiving), unprotected sex within an established relationship (please, once more, be sure you and your partner(s) are safe before you choose to go bare). Oh, Seokjin is big so, belly bulge. And... carpet burns? Also: RIP to Angel’s blouse.

Here is a very tiny playlist for these two (Spotify version only, sorry)

Remember to check out my masterlist and keep an eye on the voting link, I’m opening it again very very soon.

ALSO!!! Let me thank @joheun-saram for planning this out with me and for being the most supportive cute bubble in this whole galaxy 🥰

Enjoy! 💜✨

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Seokjin had never felt that good in all of his life.

He always felt excited, eager, needy.

He wanted you all the time.

He wanted vanilla and spice.

He wanted to kiss you slow, explore your body, watch as you arched your back, as you panted and gasped, as you parted your lips and closed your eyes. He wanted to watch you get lost into pleasure.

Again.

And again.

He never thought he could wish for a quickie on the sofa on a Wednesday, after a whole day at the studio, practicing choreo. Still, he’d watched you bounce on his cock, pressing his face into your tits, he’d engorged your nipples in his mouth, he had watched you get your first orgasm and he’d gone for the second, teasing your clit with one hand and slapping your tits with another.

He had enjoyed every second and the more he looked at your mouth agape, eyes soft and imploring, the more he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, and the louder your skin smacked against his thighs, the more he felt the utter need to make it all escalate faster, harder, wilder.

He wanted to show you something new, something your ex had never given you, no matter the toys and threesomes and all of that kinky stuff you used to do with him.

He wanted to show you how wild you always got him. How much exploring he wanted to do with you.

And that was beside the riding crops and vibrators and nipple clamps, beside the list of things you liked and the things he wanted to do to you. He had a whole year worth of fantasies, of wet dreams he had never dared venture into.

With erotic fury he moved you to the carpet, feeling the fibres beginning to burn his knees shortly after the sensation started diffusing through your ass and shoulders.

“Jin!” You called, trying to slow him down, though his mighty thrusts were literally driving you across the floor.

“Angel, I need—”

“It burns, Jinnie, please.” You said, with an apologetic smile.

He looked around with a furrowed brow. He was close. Again.

He could use a slow down.

“Hold onto me.” He said, making you wrap your legs around his ridiculously thin waist and your arms around his neck.

“Gonna move.” He said, refusing to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. It would be unrealistic, he would most definitely slip out, walking would be uncomfortable and it would probably just edge you — which he had no intention doing.

He just wanted you to cum. And cum. And cum. Drain him. All he asked was to fill you up with his cum and watch it dribble down your thighs and cover his cock as he slipped out.

With an uncaring sweep of his forearm across the coffee table, he threw a bunch of video games and dvd cases, together with a box of tissues to the floor, the magazines falling open, making a mess of bent pages and the sound of a tear coming from somewhere.

“I hope that wasn’t the travel catalogue.”

“Don’t care. Need to fucking rail you,” he said, placing your back on the table, the angle now ideal to ram into you while he was kneeling and watching your tits shake at every single one of his thrusts.

“Jin, I love you so damn much,” you removed your hands from his shoulders while he caught your waist for leverage. You gripped the edge of the table and crossed your ankles behind his back. “Wreck me?”

He grinned. “I love you, you demon.” And with that he snapped. He held you tight, pistoning in and out of you aggressively, his hair, messy, sweaty and a bit too long, going in all directions. “Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“Too much.” You hiccuped, moving your hand to try and reach for his wrist.

“Put that hand back in place, Angel.” He growled.

You obeyed. Not like you had much choice. Rebelling would be counterproductive.

And the chances of him overthrowing you were far too high. He would ruin your orgasm and spill on your belly.

Too much damage, too much lost potential.

You let him ram into you, your neck arching up to spot the bulge he was causing on your lower belly.

“Angel.” He called, stern.

“Yes,” You replied, almost adding a ‘sir’ before remembering that his dark tone was due to desire, rather than dominance,

“Is this how you want it?” He asked, grunting before delivering another push.

“Harder.”

He clenched his jaw and picked up his pace.

“Like that, Jin.” You said, praising him, noticing how much the effort was getting to him. “Best cock of my entire life, Jin. Swear to god.”

“You made me such a wicked man, uh?”

The pattern of his hips started faltering as he went harder, his spine freezing and burning up before he snapped forward. “You've made me become a filthy, dirty man, Angel, ” He growled and you started squeezing him tight, waiting for him to hit the right spot.

He did, just as his orgasm peaked and started subsiding.

“You're not an angel. You're a demon.” He murmured, collapsing onto you, fighting exhaustion to keep going until he heard your tiny squeal.

“You're my dirty angel and I love you.” He rasped against your ear. “My angel.”

You gasped and locked your muscles around his cock, squeezing him so violently he had to shut his eyes tight, small crinkles forming around them.

“Jin,” you called, holding him to your chest, keeping him close, looking for his reassurance.

He fixed your hair out of your face. “You've done great, my love.”

“I'm so tired.” You said, closing your eyes, so ready to fall asleep.

“We need to clean you up.” He reminded you. “Then you can fall asleep as fast as you want, sweetie.”

“Don't leave.” You said, feeling him pull out. “Just a minute,” you implored, murmuring.

“The more we stay here, the more we'll get sleepy.”

Of course he wanted to stay inside of you, but he was too tired to carry you to bed and he needed you on your feet.

“Okay.” You replied, without hiding a sad inclination* in your voice.

He touched your face, kissing you as he parted from your warmth. “I love you.” He said, trying to give you enough closeness to make the separation less traumatic.

“I love you,” You echoed, pecking him as he finally slipped out. “I'm dripping.” You said, worrying about the carpet.

He quickly grabbed some tissues from the nearby box and cleaned you up as well as he could.

“I've got you.” He said, keeping the tissues in one hand before he helped you up.

As you both walked down the corridor, headed for the master bathroom, he kept holding your hand, not letting his touch abandon you.

“Let me get ready for bed.” You murmured, kissing his shoulder.

He nodded and kissed your brow in return, your head slotting perfectly under his chin. “I’ll go fix the coffee table.” He said before heading out.

The moment he returned he headed for the bathroom briefly before sliding in behind you, under the covers. “I love you, Angel. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I love you too, Jinnie.”

He wrapped an arm around you. He wasn’t used to holding you in your sleep, since you both didn’t like feeling clingy, but an arm casually flung over your body? That he could handle.

He could handle it so fine he fell asleep in record time.

You followed right in his track.

He was late. Very late. Awfully, reprehensible late.

He entered the conference room in a rush. Thank goodness the meeting with the creative team hadn’t started yet. “Morning everyone, sorry for being late. Tiny breakfast accident.”

Jeongguk and Hoseok looked at him with worried eyes that quickly filled with mirth.

Yoongi smirked and looked down, shaking his head.

Namjoon visibly stomped Jimin’s foot before the rascal could speak, his intentions already clear thanks to the devilish expression on his face.

Taehyung was mostly impassive, yawning before clicking his pen, slightly annoyed. “Can we start now?”

He hated seven am meetings. Especially when they set them that early to accommodate Jeongguk and Namjoon’s gym schedule. He still had to wrap his head around all the excitement about working out; but maybe that had to do with Lace being quite enthusiastic about his lithe body, soft in all the best ways and all the right places.

The crew got started, still the more they went on, the more Seokjin realised he was barely involved in the conversation, Namjoon and Taehyung and Yoongi being the most opinionated, with occasional interruptions by Jeongguk, who seemed to already have grasped his hyungs’ visions.

Hoseok listened quietly, ever observing. Jimin looked pretty. As usual. He was attentive and followed the conversation, still he kept most of his ideas and limited himself to approving or rejecting suggestions.

He seemed he had already found three pieces he wanted to put his hands on and he and some members of the recording crew had already started working on demos, recording vocals for Namjoon and Jeongguk to give words to.

Seokjin felt a bit too relaxed staying there, looking at the process, being addressed only a few times.

He was already okay with working on the song that would be left out, trusting his friends to choose what had most potential for them and hand him the piece he would tailor to his voice. It was their method and he loved it, it kept him from being indecisive. He hated feeling indecisive and he felt like that happened way too often for him.

And in the end he was glad he could let his body and soul disconnect from the moment and wander back to other visions. Of you warm and tender in your bed, resting serenely.

He had never seen you so peaceful in your sleep like after a rowdy fuck. Even during your vanilla life, he managed to give you pleasure — you had reassured him about that — but your sleep, though undisturbed and heavy, had never resembled the total black out that followed your wildest nights together.

He loved watching you sleep like that, knowing he had taken all you could give, knowing you were sated to the bone and — indulging a darker desire — basking in the possessive certainty that you had nothing left to give to someone else or to handle yourself.

He felt accomplished. Proud, even.

Nevertheless, his mind couldn’t stop wandering back to the image of you earlier that morning, a couple minutes before he realised he was late.

Your breasts were soft and warm from sleep, cheeks and lips puffy, your face the portrait of innocence and peacefulness. You were the Angel he had fallen in love with. Still he knew that, had he woken you up, you would have clung onto him until your skins would have melted together, his head shoved between your tits, while his cock was buried deep inside you. Or maybe you would have joined him in the shower, jerking him off, kissing between his shoulder blades and telling him you were still too ruined from the night before.

However, that morning, before he could kiss you, he spotted the alarm right behind your back, telling him he had a meeting in fifteen minutes.

All he could do was rush out, praying for his morning erection to calm down quick enough for him to rush through the most minimalistic morning routine without looking like a mechanic doll.

The more the talks went on, the more he realised he needed to see you.

By eleven am the meeting was adjourned, Namjoon and Jeongguk rushing out to their gym schedule, with a disappointed Taehyung staring at them in confusion.

Yoongi and Hoseok headed to their neighbouring studios quietly while Seokjin remained to his own thoughts.

He decided he could use a run on the treadmill and some light cardio. The first time he checked his phone was eleven thirty. He thought about calling you, but he changed his mind and moved on to another side of the gym, hopping on a stationary bike and starting his usual workout. His friends joined him shortly after. They exercised quietly, each of them breaking out in a fit of giggles with a comment or another.

As they entered the changing room, Jeongguk spoke. “So, Angel…” He said, with a tiny teasing vein in his voice.

“Yeah. Angel,” Seokjin said, thinking of you.

“Did it get better?” Namjoon asked, without malice.

Jin nodded. “Yes. Significantly.” He looked at his phone again. “Do we have meetings in the afternoon?”

Namjoon smirked. He empathised with his hyung. He knew the gleam in his eyes, the way Jin’s fingers ached to text you. “We have an online interview at five, so you’ll have to be here at two for makeup and a quick briefing.”

Jin nodded. “Great.”

“Fifteen minutes late is all they’ll allow you. And no marks.” Namjoon murmured softly, barely bearable as he stretched to Jin’s ear. “Go, Romeo.”

Jin changed his clothes in record time, texting you a very neutral “be home for lunch” as he ran home in record time.

The moment you found the text you grew instantly worried, mostly because it was rare for Seokjin to send you such dry, neutral texts. And then he had never interfered with your schedule except once, when he had come home to tell you that your weekend getaway had to be annulled because of his job.

It was almost one pm when you heard the door open, signalled by the electronic beep of the lock. “Angel?” He called from the entryway.

“Yes!” You said, rushing through the corridor and finding him in the hall.

“You’re home.” He said plainly, looking at you as he dropped his bag.

“What happened?” You asked, staring at him.

He had those eyes. The dark, deep ones that you loved so much. You knew he wouldn’t give you bad news this time. And he wouldn’t be asking you out for lunch either.

He wanted something and you knew what it was.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He growled quietly.

“You left in a rush.” You found the hair tie at your wrist and collected your hair slowly, like you were in front of a wolf ready to attack you and you didn’t want to scare him. You kept looking in his eyes.

“I was forced to leave.” He said, mirroring your guarded stance. “Even though I had plans.”

“What kind of plans?” You asked, loosening a button of your blouse.

“How about I show you now?” He suggested, his hands gripping his belt and beginning to undo it. “Kneel.”

You grinned and lowered yourself to your knees, opening one more button of your blouse and looking up at him, opening your mouth and lolling out your tongue, sitting on your heels and placing your palms on your knees.

“Close your mouth, darling.” He said, slipping his hand inside his jeans, underneath the waistband of his boxers, and wrapping his fingers around his cock. “Don’t want your jaw to get tired before it’s due.”

He let his jeans slide down his thighs, the outline of him barely appearing under the white boxers, since his hand was tenting them, however the fabric stretched interestingly around his left hipbone, where the tip of his cock rested.

“Jin.” You whined, pleading. “Let me see you.”

He tried to take his time, waiting for his sex to be fully rigid, which he was sure was about to happen in record time, considering the way you were looking at him, with your wide, attentive gaze, drenched in curiosity and adoration.

“Hold on a second.” He said, moaning when he felt his length twitch on its own.

“Now, please. I want you in my mouth.” You keened, parting your lips and wetting them seductively. “You feel so good in my mouth.” You said, luring him in more and more. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“In a second, Angel.” He said. “Show me that you deserve it.” He provoked you, taking a step closer.

You needed no further encouragement: with eager hands and eyes and mouth, you grabbed the back of his knees and dove for his thighs, keeping eye contact as you began to lick his soft, shaved skin.

“I love you so much.” You whined, nipping at his sensitive inner leg. “I love your soul, your brain, your personality, your morals. I love your body.” You said, feeling the back of his thighs with your nails, raking them gently and causing a shiver to run up his spine, making him close his eyes as the sensation diffused in his head.

“I love your cock.” You said, sucking his tip through the fabric, feeling him give the tiniest of thrusts before placing his hand on top of your head and pushing your lips away.

“You don’t deserve it yet.” He tutted, finally taking his cock out.

You stared at it mesmerised. It was veiny. More than usual, maybe because of the hot weather.

“Please, I love it so much.” You begged. “It's mine. I want it.”

He smiled wickedly as he rubbed the tip, opening his eyes and looking down at you with mocking pity. “Is it yours, now?”

“Yes. Mine.” You said, biting his leg. “Mine.”

You were so hungry and he had never felt so desired. He rarely felt confident enough to feel sexy, but with you staring at him like that, he was ready to hit the stage shirtless.

Not that he would actually do that. His cock wasn't the only thing belonging to you exclusively.

“You love it so much?” He asked, drawing your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, smearing his precum over it.

As soon as you spotted the salty tang of it, you sucked his finger in your mouth, trying to capture his essence.

“You, hungry little angel.” He said, derision still woven in his voice. “You have a taste for wicked, naughty things, haven't you?” He snickered and pulled his hand away.

“It's not my fault you taste divine.” You said, sitting up and trying to wrap your lips around his tip.

He pushed you down by your shoulder. “No.” He scolded you. “Maybe you forgot who's in charge here. Sit down.” He took a step back, moving too far for you to reach him.

You obeyed. You already knew the smartest method was obedience and flattery.

“Hands behind your back, Angel.”

You followed his command.

“Keep quiet unless you want me to gag you. You know your mouth on me is just an accessory, right?” There it was. Degradation. You felt it like a slap on your face.

You looked down.

“Although I prefer to feel it on me.” He mused, moaning as he stroked himself once, deliberately, slowly and lasciviously. He was taunting you. “Promise me you will behave so that you can serve your Master correctly and fully.”

Master. That was new.

“Yes, Master. I promise, Master.” You replied, fulfilling his request.

“Excellent.” He mused. “I will dominate you, Angel. I will give you very precise instructions on how to worship my dick. I want you to follow those instructions without hesitation or doubt, nevertheless you are free to use your safe word whenever you need. Yellow will call for a slowdown, red for a stop. Green will mean you're safe to go. Our usual colour system, my Angel. Do you agree to my conditions?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That's my Angel.” He smiled, not an ounce of evil in his body. Fondness washed through him for a second before he realised how impatient and needy you were getting. He felt desired and sexy all over again.

You had a thin sheen of sweat covering your chest and your eyes had turned into endless pits of desire as dark as the first night of the universe before it exploded. Your breathing was shallow and you kept licking your lips, trying to wet them, trying to stop your mouth from feeling parched, completely overwhelmed by the excitement of having him in this mood.

He took a step toward you, bending his shaft to your lips, placing it there with the lightest touch. “Kiss it.” He ordered.

You gave it the most innocent peck, sucking just a bit of skin with too little pressure for Seokjin to deem it disobedience or teasing.

“Good. Now I want you to drool on it, Angel. Cover it in your spit.” He ordered with a dark and sweet timbre. “It’s yours, isn’t it? Then claim it.” He taunted.

Instinctively, you started sucking on your tongue, getting your mouth to water, the rusty scent of him making you salivate enough to gather some drool between your lips and let it slide down, drawing a line from base to tip.

“Again. More.” He commanded, watching in amusement as you repeated the gesture. Satisfied with the result, he started massaging himself, stroking his length with your saliva acting as a lubricant. “See, you did a good job for Master. An excellent job actually, Angel.”

He gave a few more strokes before he stopped, his brow furrowed deliciously, his plump lips curled in focus, his eyelids lifting slowly and lusciously.

“Tongue out.” He barked out, your body obeying without you even thinking.

Still focused in his lust, he pressed his slit against your tongue, milking his length so that you could taste his precum. He moaned when he felt the velvety tenderness of your tongue, dragging his sensitive glans against you.

“Goodness, Angel. You’re divine, darling. Can I get more, sweetness? Can I slide in your mouth?”

You nodded.

“Is it a green, Angel?” He asked just to be sure. He backed away for a second, letting you speak.

“Yes, Master. Please, Master.”

He took a deep breath and relaxed.

“Do you like my taste, Angel?” He asked, stroking himself again.

“No one tastes as sweet, Master. I want to have your taste on my mouth for the rest of my life.” You said, praising him, letting him know just how addicted you were to his taste.

He was close. His wrist watch told him he had only fifteen minutes left.

He couldn’t believe he had already spent so much time like this with you. Once, if he had had an hour he wouldn’t even had given it a try, now he was desperate and hungry enough to make even a fifteen minutes break worth the try.

“I have ten minutes until I have to leave, Angel. Make them worth it, lovely.”

Opening your mouth in a wide ‘o’, you let him slip his cock past your lips, the spongy texture of him making you want to squish him with the pressure of your cheeks.

You gave him a tentative squeeze, looking up at him with curious eyes.

Seokjin met your gaze with his sweet, raptured one. “Yes, my love. Do that. You’ve earned it.”

Closing your eyes and purring, you unleashed yourself over him, immediately starting to bob your head, feeling him reach past the back of your tongue, the first inch touching your throat.

“You deserve all of it, Angel.” He said, whining tentatively. As he felt you tap his thigh three times, he slid out, letting you breathe. “Okay, Angel. Okay. My adorable dirty Angel. Take your time, sweetness.” He said, letting his demeanour soften once he noticed your obedient behaviour. “Does it suit your needs, love?”

You nodded. “You always suit my needs, Master.”

He hummed in approval. “Adorable indeed. That’s what you are, my lovely naughty devil.” He had read on a BDSM forum that most subs who felt ashamed of their nature could become more confident through praise, often associating negative traits with positive adjectives. He had a whole list of words he could use specifically for this reason, but the ones he preferred often put together despicable traits with words of love and affirmation.

“Please, Master, I am ready for you.” You mewled, licking your lips and waiting for him to come to you. He was still in command, after all.

He fed you his cock with a proud smirk. You were behaving just as he wanted you to, without even needing to command you. “Here’s your reward, love.” He murmured, slipping past your lips. “Love your mouth, oh goodness, yes, suck it… Just like that, Angel, yes, ____.” He grinned. “So proud of you, love. Take it, yes.” He thrusted a few times, your eyes watering as you felt him reach deeper in your throat. His hand gripped his thigh and he pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.

You understood the situation when you noticed him milking his cock.

“You know the rules. No swallowing, little demon.” He growled, his breathing erratic, the pauses between inhale and exhale getting longer and longer until he turned completely silent, holding his breath for ten, twenty seconds and finally releasing a long moan, shortly anticipating his release hitting your tongue. Suddenly, all your focus went to keeping the hot, salty liquid in your mouth. He squeezed his base as he gave a tinier cry, dragging his tight fist up, to your lips, letting the last few drops dribble out before he parted from you.

“You. You, Angel, are one hell of a thing.” He said, shaking his head and chuckling ecstatically. His eyes opened with difficulty, bliss still weighing heavy on his features. “Show me your treasure, my pretty devil.” He taunted, bending down and wrapping his hand around your jaw, waiting for you to drop it.

As you did, he noticed the perlaceous liquid pooled on the dip of your tongue.

“That’s heaven, love. Isn’t it?”

You nodded, careful about not spilling.

“Good. You said my cock belongs to you.” He said, again cold and devilish.

Once more, you shook your head in approval.

“Then if my cock belongs to you, I should have the right to claim something too, shouldn’t I?”

You marvelled. Did you still have time for a quickie? Amazing.

He noticed your eyes spark up with joy and amusement and got even more delighted. Gently, he drew the line of buttons of your blouse with his fingers, before slipping his hands into the neckline.

Your eyes closed in pleasure. Suddenly you were very, awfully aware of how your panties were sticking to your skin with wetness.

And then you heard a rain of small clicks. Opening your eyes, you noticed a few buttons of your blouse running around you on the floor.

Kim Seokjin, the man of your dreams, your partner, your lover, your boyfriend, hopefully your future husband and the future father of your children had ripped your blouse open.

“Keep that mouth open, Angel.” He murmured, pointing his index finger and bringing it to your lips, into your mouth, on your tongue. Collecting his semen, he moved his hand to your chest, just above the line of your bra.

“Kim.”

Again.

“Seok.”

Again.

“Jin.” He grinned. “There. All mine.” He looked at you, still there with your jaw hanging open while he sucked at his pointer finger and released it with a pop. “Close your mouth and swallow, Angel.”

As if under a spell, you obeyed.

“Good girl, ____.” He kissed your lips chastely, still uncomfortably bent down to your height. “Love you.” He mouthed quietly. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, still dazed, his cum searing against your chest.

“Need anything?” He asked, apprehensive and dedicated as usual.

“Maybe your cock inside me?” You said, your brow furrowing.

He checked his watch. “Oh, sorry. No can do, lovely.” He said, feigning compassion.

Your frown deepened. “What do you mean, ‘no can do’?” You said, growing alarmed.

He closed his zipper and headed to the bathroom. “I must head back by two.”

You chased after him, swearing when a button got stuck under your foot. “What do you mean?”

“What I have just said, Angel. Can’t believe I fucked you stupid just like that.” He dried his hands and exited. “Oh, I think you should really sweep the floor. Those buttons could be dangerous.”

“Don’t go.” You cried out, “Stay here. Fuck me stupid for real.”

“Can’t do.” He said. “Interview.” He pouted mockingly.

“I can bet you’re making that up.”

“I wish, love.” He kissed your temple.

“Jin?” You whined.

“Tonight.” He replied, touching your face. “Oh, and about tonight, would you do me the favour of not touching yourself this afternoon? Thank you.”

You scoffed. “Are you for real?” You seethed, staring at him as he got ready to head out.

“Very.” He looked up at you and beamed up adorably.

You wanted to strangle him.

“I love you.”

“I’m gonna choke you with your own cock. I swear to god! Kim Seok—”

He closed the door unceremoniously, without even letting you finish your sentence.

You were even too furious to be horny anymore.

With frustration drowning your every cell, you took the broom and collected the buttons in the hall, an angry sneer obstinately painted on your face.

The moment Seokjin came home that night, he knew he was potentially in trouble.

He had handled his afternoon schedule just fine, the two hours on the hair and makeup seat complimenting his postcoital bliss just perfectly.

His mates had wildly enjoyed his brilliant interactions during the interview, his mood so sparkly and bright that both Namjoon and Yoongi had knowingly shaken their heads in disapproval and amusement, and of course, not without a sliver of envy.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the apartment was that you weren’t in the kitchen, where he would normally find you, working on some basic receipt he had taught you.

You weren’t in the living room either.

A small part of him worried, while the rest of him tried to keep his composure, exploring the various rooms of the apartment.

He noticed a small light coming from the bedroom and he went for it, entering and finding you in a robe, laying in bed, with a box of takeaway laying on your stomach as you watched tv.

“Angel?” He asked.

You looked at him and stayed silent, moving your focus back to the television.

“Angel?” He called again, walking to the bed and crawling on top of it. “Are you okay, love?”

You stayed indifferent.

He panicked. “Why am I getting the silent treatment? What did I do wrong?”

You snorted and shook your head, filling your mouth as you tried not to talk to him.

“This is unfair, I said I would take care of you tonight.” He complained with his high pitched, whiny tone. “Come on, Angel, talk to me.”

You frowned and shook your head.

“Oh… Baby.” He sat beside your legs and kissed your knees. “You’re still grumpy about it?” He nuzzled against your skin. “You didn’t get yourself off when I left? That’s why you’re still grumpy?” He hoped for a response. None came. “You really followed my rule?” He asked, wide eyed, completely endeared and amused.

At that you had to speak. “I didn’t do that for your stupid rule but because I was fucking angry.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Angry at me?”

You nodded.

“Your favourite person in the world?” He asked, taunting you. “Scratch that. Your favourite person in the universe?” He went on teasing.

You refused to acknowledge that.

“The human attached to your favourite cock?” He whined, acting outraged. “Angry at me? Your Seokjinnie?”

“Don’t talk to me.” You replied with a growl.

He shook his head. “Oh no. I can’t have it like that.”

“You should have thought about that this afternoon.” You replied, your voice petty and snarky.

“Come on,” he said, kissing your calf. “I know you don’t want to leave it like this.”

His stomach rumbled at the smell of what you were eating. He had had a quick meal as he waited for his makeup, but dinner time had just passed and he hadn’t yet eaten. Still, food was his last worry.

You let him grovel a bit, his hand climbing from your ankle, to your knee, to your thigh, almost reaching your hip before you swatted at it. “You need better convincing.” You said, standing up and taking away the empty boxes of food.

Seokjin let himself fall against the mattress, thinking about your favourite things to do to get back in your good graces.

He sat up, suddenly struck by inspiration before he landed on the floor with a bounce, diving for your bedside table. He fumbled around a little before finding a sturdy vibrating wand.

He hummed in approval before plugging it in behind your drawer and hiding the toy under the bed.

When you returned, you found him casually lounging in bed, suspiciously calm, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

Trying to act indifferent to his beautiful torso, his wide chest, his chiselled collarbones, you laid down next to him, acting a bit embarrassed now that there was this silent gap between the two of you.

He rolled onto his side and dove for your shoulder, still keeping some sort of distance between the two of you as he only touched you with his lips. “I’m sorry.” He spoke gently. “I should have told you about us having too little time.”

You softened, but still you had to keep your mask of indifference. “It changes nothing.”

He shook his head, rubbing his lips against your skin. For a second he hesitated. Maybe you wanted him gone. Hesitantly, he left a slightly more passionate kiss just below your ear, on the soft skin hiding just behind your earlobe.

He felt you shiver in the damp, hot summer night; and he also noticed the way your chest caved, a long exhale leaving your barely parted lips.

“I need your consent, Angel.” He said, kissing lower, reaching your jaw. “You know I can take all of that away.” He murmured, nibbling at the sift skin, but also at the hard edge of the bone underneath. His touch was so light, like he wasn’t really biting, but more like feeling you with his teeth and lips.

This. This was your undoing. When his dedicated, adoring side, met his needy, desperate one. After all, dedication and adoration had worked for more than a year — it was a reminder of that first, flawless time. Candles, flowers, champagne, you and him, laying on the bed naked in front of each other, kissing and kissing and doing nothing more. Just being in each other’s arms and kissing. You were literally drenched by the time he placed his hand between your legs. You had made love since the very first time, with fondness and attention and devotion.

And now here was your devoted — if slightly animalistic — boyfriend, best friend, partner in crime.

“Okay.” You said, coldly minimising your longing.

“Okay what?” He asked, finally adding just the tip of his tongue to his kisses.

“You say you want my consent and that you can take my grumpiness away. I say okay. Let’s see if you can do that.”

He blinked slowly, victory bringing a slow grin to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Do your best, Jinnie.”

He smiled and got himself on all fours, caging you in before letting his lips hover over your mouth.

“Show me you want it, Angel.” He said, grazing your lips with his. “Take it, love.”

That, you refused. There was no way you would surrender, no way you would chase after him like a horny animal. After what he had done earlier that afternoon, you were tired of showing him how much he had you wrapped around his little finger. He should grovel a little. Maybe more than a little.

“You don’t want it?” He asked, closing his eyes, letting his plump lips linger over your cheek. “Guess you don’t after all.”

Silently, you pecked his mouth with indifference.

“Good. We can’t make this work if you don’t cooperate.” He murmured with a dark smile.

His hands reached the tie around your waist currently holding your robe close, pinching one end of the ribbon and pulling at it slowly. “I prefer this to buttons.” He commented quietly. “I feel like I’m unwrapping you. Like a gift.” With the tie undone, he lifted the front half on top, his eyes meeting nothing but naked, flawless skin.

“How come you’re grumpy and naked?”

“It’s hot.” You murmured unconvincingly.

He lifted the other half too and started lowering himself some more, meeting your left breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking at it delicately at first, his stare glued to your face before he started stimulating your sensitive skin with more powerful suction and small tugs, waiting for you to moan, to whimper, to exhale — he just wanted to get a rise out of you.

“You’re hot.” He said after releasing your left breast. He’d go on all night until he would finally make you moan his name. He blew over your wet skin and grinned when he managed to make you shiver.

When he returned to your right breast, he happily noticed the goosebumps covering your skin. He repeated his special treatment, this time sucking and tugging shamelessly, adding his teeth when he heard your breathing hitch.

“You’re still being uncooperative, love?” He asked, deciding it was time to bring his strongest weapon in the conversation.

You watched him stretch down and grin once he climbed up again and placed a long, thin box beside you.

“I think my baby deserves an extra reward. For being so patient with me.” He extracted the toy from its case and placed it on your stomach, letting you ponder over it. “Maybe this will help you loosen up, my Angel?”

You felt wetness ooze out of you. There was no way you could resist that without soaking the sheets. “Okay.”

He kissed your tummy feeling the soft baby hair there, drawing circles around your belly button, watching your belly get sucked in as you tried to avoid his tickling touch.

“Still not making a sound?” He raised an eyebrow, grabbing the wand and switching it on to the lowest setting. “Let’s do this easy, mh?” He teased, laying the very peak of the head against your skin, making you gasp as you felt the stimulation travel all across your skin and reach your most sensitive spot. It felt like every single sensation travelled back to your crotch, like you were nothing but a spiderweb and your pelvis was the very center of it all.

Your eyes closed just as your fingers reached the remote and switched the tv off. You didn’t need any sort of distraction as you felt your thighs quiver once Jin slipped his tongue between your folds and snaked it up, to your clit, drawing tantalising curves up and down.

You emitted one single purr, cutting it short once you realised your throat had betrayed you.

He parted from your cunt and looked up at you. “What was that, Angel? Didn’t hear you.” He called, his eyes widening in mild surprise.

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” He said with a chuckle. “I want more of it.” He said, slipping two fingers into your dripping hole.

“You can act tough all you want, naughty demon, but your adorable little pussy right here is telling me you’re enjoying this a whole lot.” He taunted you, feeling your g-spot with the pad of his fingers and pressing harder, making your flesh squelch with arousal. “Remember when you said you were ashamed of feeling dirty with me?”

Opening and closing your mouth, you nodded, the feeling a far memory now. Still, sometimes it haunted you, making you conceal some of your requests.

“I love you being dirty.” He murmured. “Knowing that you love me so much? That you find me sexy enough to forget shame and society? That you’re a boundless beast who only wants to jump my bones?” He shook his head, watching as he increased the vibrations of the wand and brought it to your chest. “It makes me feel so powerful.”

He slowed down the pattern of his fingers inside you, drawing wider, slower circles that stretched your inner walls in all directions. Then, he managed to identify the delicate, puffy ring of skin protecting your cervix.

With the softest of touches, he followed the pillowy circle, finding the small slit and parting from it, focusing on the spot that made your grip on the covers tighten.

“My adorable messy Angel.” He cooed, kissing your thighs, one side, then the other. “I feel so proud when I get you this wet. I love doing all the naughty things that make your cunt weep.”

He was wicked and unfair. He had never talked to you like this. Normally he was too quiet to properly venture into dirty talking, breaking his silence only with grunts and moans and accidental snarky comments.

But this? This was extraordinary.

Carefully, you lead the vibrator to your other breast, mewling once it met your nipple and outright moaning when it accidentally grazed the sensitive underside, the vibration ricocheting across your plush curve.

“Yes, Angel. Moan for me.” He praised you. “Tell me how good it feels. Show me, love.”

He collected your wetness with his tongue, licking all the way up before stroking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Seokjin. Please.” You said.

You were too worked up, too impatient, too desperate to resist even one more second. You swallowed your pride and surrendered.

“So good.” You whined, pushing your hips up, against his mouth.

He hummed in approval and kept up his work around your crotch, changing his method with the wand after he noticed you were more responsive to underboob stimulation.

“So close—” you managed to say before your high stole the oxygen from your lungs. It was sudden and powerful, all embracing. Your eyelids fluttered shut and your hands left the sheets, your fingers fluttering midair before you confusedly brought them to Jin’s head, not grabbing him but gently feeling the fluffiness of his locks, pressing him close to your skin without pushing. As soon as pleasure subsided, you let yourself emit a quiet, small whine, letting Jin know he had accomplished his task flawlessly.

The moment it started feeling uncomfortable, you looked down, staring at your boyfriend before his cheeks shot up and his eyes transformed into thin slits.

He was smiling, the damn rascal. Smiling and overstimulating you.

Your hands immediately clawed at his hair. “No, Jin, please, no.”

He parted from your clit and slid another finger into your hole. “You know your safewords, Angel.”

“Please—” You begged again, feeling the need to implore, to plead, to pray for his mercy but refusing to call for a safeword. You wanted the pleasure but you needed to lighten the pain and begging seemed to do just that, especially when Jin was so attentive to your needs.

He eased the stimulation on your clit and one upped the one inside you, against your g-spot. “Better?”

The sense of fullness felt divine.

“Yes, better.”

“You’re moaning so nice for me, Angel.” He murmured, praising you. “I want to hear you, my lovely demon. Let me hear you, sweetness.”

“I’m too close, again.” You said, your inner walls clenching repeatedly, so intensely you felt like you would come apart in a second.

All he needed to do was press his mouth to you, giving you the hard and velvety feel of his tongue muscles dragging your clit up, leading it into small circles just as you let out a squeal, your legs tightening around his head as he finally dropped the wand and used his hand to anchor your hips to the bed, pinning you down and submitting you to the hard lashes of his tongue.

The first thing you noticed when you came back to your senses was the clammy feel of Seokjin’s shoulders under the soles of your feet as you tried to use them to drag him away.

Immediately after that, you noticed that the sensation between your legs was significantly different.

“You with me, Angel?” He asked, checking in on you.

You nodded, gripping his wrist, now holding the wand between your legs, the setting almost all the way up. “Gimme just one more and then I promise you I’ll give you my cock. Just one more, Angel. Be my good little angel, please.” He said, watching as you started grinding again, sweaty and aroused and so, so lost in him.

“Jin. So good. Want you in now. In, please. I need your cock.” You sobbed, your breathing coming in short, loud gasps.

“Oh, you need it?” He cooed. “And it’s my cock now, you don’t want to own it anymore?”

“Seokjin. Give me your dick, please. I’ve been so good. Jin, it’s my cock. I want it. Give it to me.” You said, once more grumpy and impertinent.

“You said so.” He murmured, handing you the vibrator, the low buzzing filling the room as he removed his shorts and underwear and sat between your legs, his cock already fully arched and reaching his belly. “Straddle me.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you got on your knees and hovered on top of him. “Do you think you can take it straight away?” He asked, kissing your stomach, right in front of his face. You nodded and lowered yourself, his right hand gripping his shaft and dragging it up and down your slit before he slid it into your entrance.

The feeling made you grunt and exhale, your hips descending lower and lower until you had taken him completely.

“Good job, Angel. Come on, it’s your cock now. Use it.” He encouraged you, kissing your neck. “Remember it feels better when you get dirty on it.” He murmured, nipping at the sensitive skin under your jaw. “Will you get dirty for me, my pretty Angel?”

You nodded and started riding him in earnest, basically bouncing on his lap, his hand stealing the wand from your grasp and deciding to use it himself, pushing to full power and feeling you whimper as the fullness from Seokjin’s sex moving in and out of you mixed with the artificial vibrations. “More.” You said, harsh and commanding, pushing him down, with his back to the mattress, finally riding him properly as you managed to slide even the final inch inside of you.

Noticing the struggle with following your movements, Jin’s attention went to the taut cord of the toy, just for a second, his body instinctively moving closer to the headboard, the movement accidentally causing him to ram into you a couple times, intensifying your bouncing on his cock.

“I’m gonna cum, Angel. Please, make it good for me.” He grunted, using his free hand to grab your tit mid-bounce, squeezing it and slapping it before he completely lost control of himself and grabbed your waist, his fingers sinking into your skin as he shoved his hips up, snapping into you.

With a groan you took control of the wand once more, Seokjin’s arm growing limp. You angled the toy to suit your needs perfectly while Jin clawed at your waistline, pulling you up and down, helping you ride him.

Losing your balance, you leaned forward, feeling his heartbeat thump like war drums under your palm.

“Just one more second, baby, I promise, it’s so good.” You said, fixing your stance, moving your hand behind you and leaning back, arching and arching until you felt him drag against your g-spot, his thick, long erection filling you so completely that the outline of it appeared on your lower belly.

Jin’s eyes had just opened when he spotted the bulge he was causing, the vibrator angled so perfectly that he had a clear visual of the scene.

“Keep going, Angel. Fuck me don’t stop, love.” He whined, as you squeezed him.

“Gonna cum.” You informed him. “So close.” You rambled on while he wrapped his forearm behind your back, trying to help you with one hand, while the other one pressed to your lower belly, avoiding the vibrator and simply pushing against your abdomen, making you feel his cock deeper, your insides completely rearranged once he managed to give a couple thrusts from below.

‘Yes!’ was all you managed to whimper before drowning in pleasure that embraced you and swallowed you, taking you deep, to its most delicious and dangerous pits before spitting you out, every muscle of your limbs spasming as you fell forward, Seokjin lost into bliss one more time, due to the delayed and intense stimulation.

When you came back to reality, you were both confused and hazy, your bodies exhausted, dripping in sweat.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, realising the vibrator was mercifully away from you. You found the strength to switch it off.

“I have no idea. But it was so damn good.” Seokjin replied, his breathing still haggar.

“You.” You said, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“We done being grumpy, my love?” He asked, moving your hair to the side and looking at you adoringly.

“I’m gonna be grumpy more often.” You said, twitching your nose as you thought about it.

He chuckled funnily. “Not too often. I’m getting old. I don’t know how long I can keep up like this.”

You smiled and bit the skin of his collarbone. “I’ll keep you so fucked out you’ll be young forever.”

He outright laughed at that. “You’re so damn dirty and lovely.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t you ever change, Angel.”

You smiled and hid into him, basking in your sweetness before whining. “We need to get up. Get washed.”

He also whined and shook his head gingerly. “Don’t want to.”

“Okay. Just a minute.” You conceded.

He beamed. “Just a little, tiny minute.”

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justhereforthepies · 3 years

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Three ideas about DAYS plot wrap-up:

1: Hades / Persephone

We come to some sort of time-share agreement / TDK becomes or is revealed to be a deity as well

2. Orpheus / Euripides

Tragedy. MM is Euripides in this analogy, being led out of his hell by TDK. She trips near the end due to her love for him, dooming them both to tragedy. Possibly, she curses the world in her grief.

3. Kim Saram becomes Saram indeed

My personal hope: the wish for him to die is just to die as humans do.

It's a drama so he'd probably have memory loss. The cancer question is still unresolved. They could go 3a and have the wish heal her or 3b and her wish was spent so he doesn't die immediately but has to watch her die without any of his powers left: just as humans do.

#doom at your service #kdrama

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pars-ley · 4 years

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Little Blue

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Summary: A wild party ends with traumatic events for your best friend but as the night continues you realise just how much your support has always meant to him.

Genre: One-shot / Triggering topics / Friends to Lovers!au / College!au / Smut / Angst / Fluff

Trigger warnings: Drug use (spiked drink but not with roofies) / Sexual assault / Attempted rape (no actual rape) / Violence (someone gets punched)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (you know the deal, wrap it up) / Finger foreplay / Ever so slight female cum play / cumshot (pearl necklace) / Language

Word Count: 5.5k

Notes: This was a request I had serious anxiety about and wasn’t sure whether to do or not but after some careful consideration, I decided to take a serious route with it and use it to bring awareness of these situations, the repercussions and the aftermath. I wanted to highlight how these topics (that happen everyday all over the world) can be, not just for male victims but all victims. That they are serious and wrong, no matter who the affected party are and that it is the victims choice how they deal with it after these types of horrible events transpire. Please do you not read if you think you will be affected by any of the warnings.

Here are some links for anyone who has been affected by the type of events that are written about in this story:

http://www.nationaldahelpline.org.uk/ https://rapecrisis.org.uk/ https://www.victimsupport.org.uk/ https://www.rainn.org/statistics/victims-sexual-violence https://www.survivorsuk.org/ Most of these are English links but they have a lot of helpful information in them. The last link is specifically for male victims.

Beta read by @unoriginal-username15432 Thank you so much for all your help and confidence boosting when I came to you an absolute wreck, you’re amazing. Thank you to @ditttiii @moccahobi @sugarly-laysa @joheun-saram for reading and giving me feedback and encouragement to do this right. Your help and support means the world to me 😘

You watch as Veronica slips a little blue tablet into a drink, looking on as it fizzes wildly in a spiral, inside the see-through glass.

I had no idea she was a pill popper. That would explain a lot.

Staring after her as she carries two drinks into the living room, beyond my view, swaying her hips confidently with a smug grin stretched across her full mouth. At least, you hoped the pill was for her.

Which poor, unsuspecting soul would be her victim?

You would have to keep two watchful eyes on her tonight, as much as the thought pained you of having her not only in your sights but in your mind, it was necessary to hinder whatever evil she was plotting today.

Hating Veronica was easy. Avoiding her was not. Not only was she an unremarkably, average student at your university, she also seemed to be at every party. That stumped you however, as you had yet to meet a single person who genuinely liked her.

Her personality consisted of bullying, harassment and being the worst spoilt princess. She always got what she wanted, one way or another and she enjoyed making other people suffer in the process.

"Hey, y/n?" Hoseok’s voice calls out, lighting up your dark thoughts. He has that ability, like a gift from the sun itself. Turning and raising an eyebrow in expectation at his question.

"Have you seen Jungkook?" He asks, closing the distance between you, bringing his sunshine smile and almost blinding you with it.

Shaking your head, you reply, "No, not for a while actually." That was unlike him, usually, your best friend was glued to your hip, you were inseparable, especially at parties like this.

"We're betting which one of us will be the first to get laid tonight, we want him in on it." He babbles excitedly and with that he enveloped the sun with a dark cloud, as you’re reminded how clichéd horny, young adults can be.

Rolling your eyes, you down your drink, wincing at the burn as the fiery liquid cascades down your throat. You welcome the numbness that follows and it makes you forget the things you should be doing. The idea of Jungkook hooking up with anyone, now overtaking your gin hazed brain, turning your insides into snakes as they churn relentlessly in the pit of your stomach.

"I can't find him anywhere. He didn't leave, did he?" He shrugs, continuing his alcohol induced thoughts when you don’t respond.

Swallowing the snakes down, keeping your secret down along with them. "I don’t think so, I'll go see if I can find him."

Hoseok nods. "Thanks." He said as he heads off with a grin, taking the sunshine and leaving you dulled by the implication of his words.

You survey the living room, only his face in your mind as you frantically scan the crowd.

With no sign of him, you head out and away from the noise that feels like a ruthless power tool, ramming itself repeatedly into your brain.

You climb the stairs, each step causing your anxiety to grow as a thousand images of what you might find race through your mind. Even when you blink, you can still see them behind your closed eyes, like a projector flickering a private tortuous movie just for you.

Checking the upstairs bathroom, you find a girl draped over the toilet, her head in the bowl, heaving the contents of her liquid stomach and unleashing it with force. Quickly closing the door, for your sake and hers, you continue onto the other rooms.

Please, don’t let me find him in any of these rooms with another girl. Please, don’t let my dreams and wild fantasies evaporate instantly before my eyes.

You pray to yourself as you scan the empty rooms filled with darkness and focus on the ones with closed doors and invisible ‘no entry’ signs.

Muffling an apology to a couple entwined in the sheets and with each other, a mess of limbs and moans as you quickly retreat and continue on. Unease sitting in the pit of your stomach, growing with each move you make forward, with one less room to check.

It’s not until you hear muffled talking in one of the end rooms, the pit turns into a volcano, threatening to erupt. You listen at the door, hoping it wouldn’t be Jungkook’s voice you heard whispering through the grainy, wooden barrier between you.

Your hopes were dashed, when you hear him cry out, “No, let me go!” You would recognise the sound of him in distress anywhere. Your body alights like a beacon at the sound of his anguish.

Flinging open the door you freeze, unable to move, unable to do anything except stare at the sight of him on top of a girl, her legs slither and wrap themselves tightly around his waist.

The serpent of temptation. Who was Eden’s evil mistress?

Though the two of them were fully clothed, it didn’t cease to stop your heart from shattering into tiny fragments before the scene and send them darting into the concealed female beneath him. Your eyes burning a hole into her face, covered with her long, dark hair. When she blows it away you feel like all the air in your lungs has been driven out by a ghostly fist.

She’s not supposed to be up here, she’s supposed to be downstairs where I was surveying her. Fuck. Veronica.

Veronica. Little did you know, her unfortunate victim, or poor, unsuspecting soul, as you deemed to refer to him earlier, was none other than Jungkook. Your Jungkook.

Confusion furrows your brow.

He hates her, he hates her as much as you do, so why on earth would he be…

“Come on Kookie, you clearly want me. I can feel your dick, it’s hard as rock.” She whines at him, her tongue hissing sin into his ear with every word. The sound of her poisonous voice makes your blood run hot in your veins.

“What I want is for you to let me go.” He pleads with her, attempting to pull his body away from her but to no avail.

You watch, rooted to the spot. Confusion muddling your mind.

The little blue pill.

Suddenly, it all makes sense and it’s now laughable at how blindingly obvious the answer is.

“No. I want you.” She says hard and firm, her hands snaking under his hoodie, touching his bare skin with her scaly fingers, travelling down to his crotch.

“I don’t want you.” He retorts, through gritted teeth, struggling from the vice grip of her iron clamped calves and halting her hand before it can go further.

“Whats going on?” You hear a hoarse, wavering voice interject. When both their eyes land on you, you realise the words must have escaped your mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes pop when they see you, a deer caught in headlights. Panic stares back at you, alarmed and frantic.

Veronica's legs fall open onto the bed, immediately releasing him from his cage.

He jumps up and over to you, faster than you thought possible, unless it was you who was moving in slow motion. "Y/n, it's not what you think…" He insists, arm on yours, face in your eye-line. Does he think that will stop your angry glare reaching her?

"What I think…" You spit through gritted teeth, as you stalk around the bed. “Is that she’s trying to take advantage of you.”

“Then yes, it’s exactly what you think.” Jungkook says quietly, somewhere behind you. Your eyes are too full of red rage to notice if he’s even still in the room.

She slides herself off the edge of the bed, her bored expression doesn’t fool you. The fact she stands to square up to you, shows you foiled her plan of getting him to bite into that bittersweet fruit.

“This doesn’t concern you, y/n.” She growls, her hands balled up into fists either side of her taut body.

“Did you drug him?”

You wait, watching her reaction. The way her eyes widen for a moment, clearly not expecting your question. The way she no longer meets your eyes with her glare, she can hardly look at you at all, and that’s all you need, to know you’re right.

“W-what?” She stutters, attempting to pick herself back up after faltering.

“You heard me. Did you give Jungkook the drink with the pill in?” You take one last step towards her, your limbs tense and still like stone. Every muscle in your body coiled tight and ready to spring, hands shaking with rage at your sides.

You were so close, her rapidly increased breathing fanned your face, the scent of vodka strong enough to make your eyes water.

Tensing her jaw as she grinds her teeth, her eyes narrowing in disgust at you.

At me!?

“He’s not your boyfriend! And it was just Viagra, jeez! One little blue, that’s all. Why don’t you mind your own business!” She shouts, face red with anger as she shoves you hard on the shoulder.

You steel yourself, so you were ready for the impact,with feet planted firmly into the carpet.

Better luck next time, bitch.

You reel forward, lunging at her, all your power driving your fist into her face. Knuckles smashing into her cheek, hard, as a loud thud echoes across the room. She falls backwards, landing against the bedside cabinet.

Strong arms suddenly encase you, pulling you away.

“Y/n.” Jungkook gasps into your ear but you can hardly hear him through the pounding of blood in your ears, as anger threatens to overtake you completely.

“Drugging someone and trying to force them to have sex with you is attempted rape! You sick bitch.” You scream at her, violently fighting the arms that hold you, furious tears spilling out of your eyes and leaving wet trails down your cheeks in their wake.

“Let’s go, please y/n. I want to go.” He begs. Even though the temptation to pound her face into the ground is almost all consuming, you listen to Jungkook and let him guide you away.

It’s not about me, it’s about him. He’s my priority, not her.

You wipe your damp eyes with your shirt sleeve as you leave the room, hand entwined with his, as he leads you away, down the stairs and out of the house. Not a second glance to anyone.

Once outside in the cool, crisp air you can feel your head start to clear, your fury dies down into fierce concern for your friend.

“Hey, you ok?” You squeeze his hand.

He nods, looking mournfully at the ground. “I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to ruin the party.”

Your heels stop in their tracks as you tug on his arm and spin him to face you. Cupping his cheek and forcing him to meet your gaze, “It’s a dumb party, they’ll be plenty of others. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s her who should be sorry.” You practically growl.

The corners of his mouth pull up in a slight smile. “Thank you for sticking up for me...and for being there for me, always.”

You squeeze his hand again and continue walking. “You want to stay at mine tonight?”

He nods, eyes back on the ground.

You both walk along in silence for a few moments. He rubs roughly at his face and asks, “How did you know she drugged me?”

“I saw her slip a pill into a drink. She disappeared and I was looking for you, I put two and two together once I found you.” You look over at his solemn expression. “What happened?”

“She bought me over a drink, it was uncharacteristic but I thought maybe she was just trying to be nice. She left me to it, so I drank it. I started to feel...something, so I went upstairs into the bedroom and she burst in. She straddled me and pushed me onto the bed but when I rolled over to get up, she pinned me with her legs.” He scratches the back of his neck as you head up the stone steps in your apartment building. “I didn’t know what to do, I wanted her off me but I didn’t want to get physical and hurt her. It was kind of scary.”

Your heart felt heavy with empathy for him, like a rock slowly sinking down into the pit of your stomach, but with it rose the anger in your belly.

If you didn’t hate Veronica with burning passion before, you certainly did now.

She will pay for this. I will destroy her reputation and make her life hell, for Jungkook.

She should be arrested and rot in a cell, but it is not your place to do it.

Besides, if you knew anything about Jungkook, you had a feeling he just wanted to move on and forget about it. You, however, could hold a grudge for a millennium.

You unlock your front door and head into the kitchen, relief of being back in your apartment floods you and flows like waves through your limbs.

Jungkook heads off to the living room.

As you boil the kettle, tea being the cure for every possible mood or trauma in your family, you peek out at him.

Where you usually find his muscular branches draped all over your couch, quite content, today was a different story. He sat awkwardly looking out the window, knee’s shaking and hands constantly wiping down his thighs, palms rubbing against the rough material.

Once they’re done, you place the two steaming mugs of tea on the coffee table and join him on the sofa. Wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your cheek against his shoulder, this wasn’t an unusual action between the two of you but today... he flinched under your touch.

Gently, he removes your hands and slid himself to the opposite end, grabbing a pillow and cradling it in his lap. His eyes fixed onto your woven rug, as if it held all the answers he was searching for.

Although you tried not to let it get to you, you couldn’t completely ignore the pain in your chest from his rejection. Even if you wholly understood why.

He’s been through something major tonight and he was bound to be feeling a mixture of emotions right now, it still hurt not to be able to comfort him like you yearned to.

“Y/n,” His quiet voice whispers into the silence. Cheeks flushed, knuckles white from his grip on the pillow, as he leans forward, burning a hole into your floor. You angle your body towards him and wait.

“How long...until...the pill...wears off?” He asks so quietly, you have to strain towards him to hear.

Heat inflames your cheeks as you’re hit with the realisation that Jungkook is sitting, at arm's length away from you, with a very solid erection.

You instantly clamp your thighs shut to try and halter the intense throbbing in between your legs. Your core ablaze with liquid heat, as you try to push the image out of your mind, now was, absolutely, not the time. “Um, I’m not sure.”

He looks up at you, with eyes so intense they bore right into you, every thought you’ve had, every secret laid bare and for a moment you want to tell him, you want to tell him what you desire more than anything. But you break the stare and find yourself closing off once again.

“Why don’t we do something to take your mind off it?” You ask, not sure if your question was for his benefit or yours. “I could put on a film? Or we could play some video games?”

“Video games sound good.”

You rush over to the playstation, grabbing two controllers and bringing the console to life with the tap of a button.

Letting out your drawn-in breath, relieved to have something to distract you both from the penis in the room, you use this time of setting up the game to calm your racing heart and try to extinguish the unwanted thoughts that have come to life in your mind. The what if’s and maybe’s are not a road you should be exploring, not if you wanted to keep Jungkook in your life.

Your turn to hand him a controller but as you do, your foot catches on the edge of the rug and you feel yourself falling forward, grabbing anywhere that you can to stop yourself from smashing face first into your hardwood floor.

You manage to grip onto something; his hoodie, whilst his hand, thankfully, finds your elbow and steady's you.

Straightening yourself up and being only inches away from jungkook, you find yourself lost in a daydream of what might be. His scent swirled everywhere, fresh like the outdoors, as if you were standing in a meadow with the green breeze caressing your face and encircling you in a floral cage.

Your eyes roam up to his face. When his tongue shot out, wetting his mouth, you couldn’t help but pull in your bottom lip and pinch it between your teeth. All your blood raced down to your core, igniting a heat there that had you breathing hard. No, now is not the time to make your confession.

When your eyes finally met his, you were taken aback by the fever in them, as you stared deeper into his ebony pools, you could almost feel yourself drowning in desire.

He reaches up to your cheek and gently trails his fingertip down, stroking your moist lips. You let out a whimper, unable to hold it in, but still trying to keep your feelings enclosed in the prison you built for them long ago.

“Jungkook, I—”

His lips are on yours, smothering your important words down into a pit of lust but as your tongue dances hungrily with his, it’s not your words that feel important anymore.

His strong hands are on your back, pulling you to him, warmth from his touch searing through your clothes but you want more, need more.

You grab his top and pull him even closer, your wild mouths a clash of tongue and teeth. His solid erection pressed against your lower stomach is enough to make your core throb with violent need.

Is this right? Considering recent traumatic events, this felt wrong. This is not what this moment was supposed to feel like.

He pulls away, leaving you gasping for air and clarity. “Y/n, tell me if you don’t want this. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’ll understand.”

He searches your face vehemently, looking for the source of your hesitation.

“I do, I really do but are you sure you want to do this?” I press. “I want to be here for you, with everything that’s happened, I just want to make sure you’re ok?” You insist.

He meets your eyes again, pleading with you. “I want you, y/n. I need you. I don’t want to think about what happened tonight anymore. I’m ok, honestly.” He smiles at you, the sight pulls on your heart and has it doing wild somersaults in your chest. “I want this.” He brings his forehead to yours, the moment so gentle you wanted to hold him close and never let go.

You hesitantly lift your mouth to his; wondering and worrying that you’ve fallen asleep at Hoseok’s house party and all this will be a dream. His moist lips meet yours in a frenzy and as your core ignites like dynamite, slowly, you start to return his hunger. Easing yourself against him, you loosen into the kiss, your concern gradually falls away along with the walls you spent years building to hide your devotion for him.

His hands wrap around you, pulling you closer still. You break the kiss once again to lift his t-shirt off, over his head in one fluid movement, desperate to see and feel underneath. You run your hand over the smooth planes of his chest and the bumpy muscles down his stomach, moaning in sheer appreciation.

Finally, you can show him what he means to you and how he makes you feel inside.

Your hands find their way to his belt, yanking the leather open and whipping it out of his belt loops, making a loud crack echo through the room.

His eyes gawk widely at you, surprise glittered in them. His chest moving fast from his rapid breaths, as he closes the slight distance between you and fumbles with the top button on your shirt, giving up quickly and wrenching the material apart, buttons flying and tapping as they scatter the floor all around.

His hands are on your breasts, massaging, tugging them out of your bra, cool air hitting them, making your nipples pucker into hard buds. He unclasps your bra with one hand, yanking it off aggressively.

“God, y/n.” He lets out a tortured whine. Before his mouth is around your nipple and all you can feel is warm and wet slowly sucking pleasure out of you.

The noises that escape your lips shock even you.

His hands run up the length at the back of your thighs, your feet coming out from under you as he carries you to the bedroom, with your legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Your hands finger through his silky hair, lips on his face, throat, whatever skin they can find.

Your back finds the bed as he climbs on top, towering over you, and all you can see is Jungkook. He glows like the large moon on an inky night, finding you and giving you some semblance of relief from the relentless darkness.

You're at the button of his trousers, popping it open and pushing them down his strong thighs with your feet.

He gives you a lingering kiss that then trails quickly past your bare chest and down your stomach.

Pushing your skater skirt up so it fans out across your ribs, he hooks a finger under the hem of your pale, pink panties and looks up at you with a questioning gaze. All you can do is eagerly nod your head in response, giving him permission.

He slowly peels away the lace that covers you, when the air hits you can feel just how wet you are, a coolness spreading across your exposed folds.

This is it, everything I've fantasised about during lonely nights with wandering fingers or meaningless hookups with nameless men, picturing his face and his hands instead.

He moans, biting his lip as he stares at your most intimate area with insatiable hunger.

His fingers sliding their way from your entryway to your swollen bud, the moment he touches it your body jolts with delight.

His digits slide into you before you have a chance to catch your breath, beckoning inside you, stroking the rough spot that sends shudders of pleasure throughout your body.

He sucks in a sharp breath with a hiss. “You’re so fucking wet, y/n.” He groans, jutting his hips against the bed. “I need you, so bad.”

He withdraws his fingers, making you feel empty and even more needy. Your body alight with electric lust and your heart aching with unspoken love.

What if this ruins everything? What if he’s only using me, in his current situation?...Honestly, do I really care?

You didn’t. Not in this moment, watching him lick your arousal off his digits as he pulls out his generous erection. The tip pink and angry, begging to be touched and glistening with precum.

He was your living fantasy and he was perfectly acting out every scene you’d created in your mind.

You grip his big shoulders, fingernails making crescent moons in his skin, and pull him down onto you. Your legs wind around him, pushing him to line up to your slick entrance as his eyes boar hungrily into yours.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, his stare searching for an answer to an unasked question but you don't want to think about regrets or repercussions right now.

“You ok?” You ask, breathless.

He nods, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Using your feet against the top of his thighs, you push him into you, answering with actions instead of words.

He moves slow, allowing both of you to savour the feeling. Bolts of pleasure shooting through you, like lightning illuminating the night sky.

Your walls stretching over him is truly euphoric, a moment you have waited years for, as he slides deep into you, reaching everywhere possible.

"Oh my god." He exclaims when he's leveled in you. "Fuck, you feel incredible."

His words cause a shiver of added need through you, your hips start rocking and rotating under him on their own, you’re blind with lust, heat encasing every part of your body.

All you can smell, feel, think is him. He is your undoing and you're more than ready to be undone.

He groans loudly as you writhe under him, encouraging him to move, pleading with him to move.

He slowly retracts his hips, anticipation causing you to quiver before plunging deep and hard, tearing a gasp from your throat with each thrust.

“Holy shit, Jungkook!”

He smirks at you. The sight is enough to make you clench around him, causing him to jolt and groan, biting his lip so hard you think he might draw blood.

He moves onto his knees, tilting your pelvis higher and as he glides back into you, he reaches new places, new depths, new pleasures.

His thumb finds his way to your sensitive button as he massages it with your slick arousal.

Your body is on fire, his touch igniting a trail behind him.

You can feel yourself nearing the edge, torn between being eager to jump off into the precipice but not wanting the journey to end yet.

“I want you to make you cum.” He whispers, as his punishing rhythm on your swollen bud builds the pressure deep down inside you.

The sounds coming from your mouth don’t sound like they belong to you, they’re desperate, needy sounds, full of bliss and torture at once.

He bucks into you, hitting that sweet spot with each forceful thrust, your legs trembling around him as you gasp for air. Incoherent words escorted by his name, stumble off your lips as he incessantly thrums on your clit.

“Cum for me.” He whispers again, his eyes watching your face with fascination.

At his words, your body jolts and back arches as your orgasm ripples through you, sending waves of pleasure cascading around your nerves.

Every fibre of your being alight with electric thrill.

Your loud moans echo, filling your bedroom, as you grind against his rock hard dick while your walls clench tightly around him.

“Shit, y/n!” He exclaims, as he abruptly withdraws from you and spurts his warm, liquid lust across your stomach while his fist gently milks him.

Your pulsating core eases, replaced with tingling satisfaction as you try to even out your rapid breaths.

He collapses on the bed beside you, pants mimicking yours.

But as you come down from your high, floating back to earth and reality, a rock lands in the pit of your stomach.

You just had sex with your best friend. Your best friend, who you have been in love with since you were kids, unbeknown to him.

What the fuck do I do now? Where do we go from here?

A wave of nausea washes over you as your mind is filled with an all consuming dread.

As a million thoughts race through your crowded mind on how to try and save your friendship, he brings over a flannel and starts gently wiping his orgasm off of you, being so attentive you want to cry.

All the years of holding in your feelings and unspoken words, the love for him blooming inside you like a flowery meadow in spring, now threatens to overflow and spill out revealing you.

When he returns, climbing back onto the bed, he angles himself to the side and props himself up on his elbow, facing you.

His fingertips skate across your stomach, tracing small circles and sending goosebumps shivering along your skin.

You look up at his perfect face, innocent eyes meeting yours and you’re overwhelmed by how much you just want to protect him and keep him safe from anything that hurts him.

You put your arms around him, hugging him tightly, as if that will be enough to fix it all.

I wish.

"I won’t ever let anything happen to you again.” You say against his chest.

His fingers come up, stroking your hair softly. “I know, thank you, for being there for me. I will always protect you too, you know that.”

You feel him kiss the top of your head and sigh. “Y/n, about what just happened.

Oh no, here it comes. I have to do something, I have to protect myself from what he’s about to say.

"Kook, listen," You cut him off, before he could tell you what you were dreading to hear; that it was a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgement, a friend helping out another friend.

If you hear those words, you don't think you could hold back the emotion that's currently pricking at your eyes.

I need to take control of this situation. Hopefully, I can salvage some part of this friendship.

You take a deep breath, preparing the words, when his finger on your lips catches you off guard.

"How about you listen," he raises an eyebrow, challenging you. When you close your mouth, he continues, "I have waited for this moment for a long time, so however you're about to shoot me down, could it wait until tomorrow? So I can at least enjoy this feeling of pretending what might have been."

There's a sadness in his eyes as he speaks, a pleading in them.

His words run over and over in your mind, while you try to reason with yourself that he can't possibly feel the way you think.

Surely, he can't mean he has feelings for me? I can't afford to give myself hope with that thought.

You swallow it down, along with any words that were fighting to come up.

You watch his hand, his fingertips tickling faint lines up to your chest, making your nipples pucker in response, they finally come to rest against your lips, tracing the edges.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, "One last time."

Last!? It can't be the last time, we've only just started.

It can't be the last time I'll ever get to feel his soft lips against mine.

I can't go back to pretending not to want more, not to care, not to love him so much it kills me inside. Like a poisonous ivy plant squeezing my lungs and capturing my heart, I've had a taste of what it's like to live and breath free of that, with vibrant tiger flowers blooming in place of it and I don't want to stop feeling this way.

You find yourself leaning up and crushing your lips to his.

He's frozen with surprise for a moment, before his hands wind around your waist, scooping you up and pressing onto you, bodies almost one.

His lips trail down your neck.

"Jungkook?"

"Hmm." He moans into your throat, the vibration making you shudder.

"I don't want it to be the last time." You hear the words escaping your mouth, as if you're watching from the outside and no longer in control of yourself.

His head snaps up, doe-eyed and mouth shaped in a little o. "You don't?"

You shake your head. "Not at all."

He beams at you, taking your face in his hands and touching his lips to yours so passionately, it brings all your emotion flying to the surface.

"God, y/n, I am so in love with you, I have been for years." he smiles against your lips and you can't help but mirror it in response. "Please, put me out of my misery and tell me you feel the same."

You can feel his hands shaking against your face and suddenly feel incredibly stupid for not realising his feelings sooner.

Who would have thought? Not me, clearly.

"I do. I definitely do." You pull him behind the neck, bringing him down to you, so close not even a sheet of paper could get between your skins.

As you kiss, tongues dancing wildly together, hot and hungry for each other.

His body weighing down on you, making you crazy with desire again.

"I want you." You say between kisses.

"You can have me as much as you want, I'm yours." He says, leaning his sweaty forehead against yours. "Besides, that pill hasn't worn off yet."

Arousal shoots down to your core like a bullet at his words.

You push him, flipping him over and straddling his muscular body. "Well, lets see what we can do to take care of that."

As you lean down to kiss him once again, knowing that...he's mine. And I'm his.

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whats-the-wish-of-your-life · 3 years

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"What's the wish of your life?"

"Let's get married quickly," Kim Saram smiled softly at his betrothed.

"What? Why are you bringing up marriage again?" Dong Kyung jested while looking up at him with a squint. Saram's insistence on a hasty wedding was too amusing to deserve an eye roll.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you? Why the delay?"

Dong Kyung turned and looked up at him again. "Why are you so tall and so serious?”

Saram couldn't help but think that she was dodging the question with another question like she always did. What could be her reason? He couldn't read her before due to their contract. It was even harder to read her now that he didn't have that supernatural ability anymore. It was frustrating to think how much he still had to learn about being human.

"I think my question is valid. Why won't you answer it?"

"When do you want to get married?" Dong Kyung beamed at him.

Saram reached for her hand that still had the red string bracelet that he gave her. He used it as leverage to pull her closer and he was surprised at how little resistance he felt as he drew her toward him. He just melted when she wrapped her arms around his waist.

She was still looking up at him with that smile he had adored since he barged into that studio where she had her supposed funeral portrait taken. Only this time her smile was loaded with taunting.

"I'm serious," he whined. "You're not taking me seriously."

"Mworagu? I just asked when you wanted to get married," she chuckled. Her future husband really is human now, getting easily offended by her antics.

"Tomorrow."

"Aissh. Why did I even ask," she snorted. "That's not possible. We have a lot to prepare."

"I know. But you asked when I wanted it," Saram pouted while looking into her eyes. “I can't wait to drive by your office after work and tell the guard that I'm there to pick up my wife."

Dong Kyung's eyes widened in amusement but the blush on her face did not escape his eyes and now she was avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, that's sweet,” she mumbled against his left shoulder.

He could tell she was smiling as he could feel her lips move thru the sheer fabric of his white shirt and he couldn't help but smile, too. It just made him happy every time she reacted to his honesty that way.

“Marry me?”

“I already said yes.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You're dreaming.”

He pulled away a little so he could see her face. He then tipped her chin with his right hand so she was looking up at him with those Bambi eyes. “No. You already came true.”

“Ya! Kim Saram, stop making my heart flutter.”

“Don't call me that. Call me yeobo,” he grinned mischievously then kissed the tip of her nose. “You look so pretty when your eyes reflect the stars like this.”

“What are you being so cheesy for?” Dong Kyung asked, trying not to erupt with laughter. Her namchin's cheesy lines were giving her a whole new level of second hand embarrassment.

“Cheesy? I'm just being straightforward with you. Didn't you tell me to speak with longer sentences?”

“Ya, since when did you listen to me?”

“I always listen to you. I even watched and observed you at some point. Don't you remember?” Saram defended with a smug smile.

“Right, you did,” Dong Kyung conceded as she recalled how he took her advice way too literally. She couldn't believe she was losing this argument.

“So…marry me?”

“I heard it the first time.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You're a hopeless case .”

“Then when?”

“Can we wait until I get all the authors to sign the contract? I need to get work out of the way before we can start preparing.”

“Authors? Are you meeting up with that young prince again?” Saram asked, not hiding the annoyance in his tone.

Dong Kyung pressed her lips together to stop herself from saying something she thought would be funny but would probably cause her future husband to bring doom to the young author. How could he be so jealous of a teenager?

Instead, she put her arms around his shoulders and like clockwork, he bent down a little so she could reach him better.

“Did you forget that he already signed a contract with us a few days ago?” She smiled, then tiptoped and gave Saram a quick peck on the lips. “Now let me get the rest to sign so we can sign our own lifetime contract, arraseo?”

Surprised by her unexpected gesture, he suddenly forgot how to breathe. How could this dainty human being shut him up just like that? He knew the answer but it still amazed him anyway.

“You bribed me with a kiss again,” he smiled like a schoolboy, that precious dimple displaying proudly at the corner of his lips. “Fine. Let's get married after a month.”

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namjoonsteeth · 3 years

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Episode 18

Time seemed to tick by slowly. It always did when Saram looked forward to something.

That was yet another thing he wasn’t used to. Anticipation. Waiting. Yearning. It’s amazing the amount of emotions worked in opposition to the passive disposition he’d had all those years. Right now, it was anticipation.

He tapped his pen on his desk in front of him, forcing his eyes to stay focused on the documents in front of him, instead of the clock just to his left. If he could just read through this patient’s chart and make the appropriate notes to get his team through the weekend, then he’d have two and a half days devoted to Tak Dong Kyung. And yes he was even counting the last eight hours left in this day. Every moment counted.

After wrapping up everything he needed to in his office, Kim Saram rushed through the hallways down toward the elevator to the garage. He could barely force himself to smile at the patients and other staff, afraid that if he’d smiled too long or held eye contact for even a second they might take it as an invitation to get into a long winded conversation. Once in the elevator, he could finally relax, sagging against the wall as the metal box descended below ground.

With his bags already packed and loaded into the trunk of his car, the only thing left to do was pick up his very frustrating girlfriend who’d spent the night before chastising him for his lack of summery clothes in his closet. After a lecture about how nothing in his wardrobe was appropriate for a summer road trip, the two of them went shopping. Again. And again. Until he had to remind her that they’d only be gone through the weekend.

Pulling up to her home, he saw that she was already outside waiting for him, a travel pillow around her neck making her already round cheeks even puffier.

“Cute,” He said to himself while getting out to help with her luggage. Saram couldn’t help himself as he used two fingers to pull at her right cheek. Giving him an indignant grunt, Dong Kyung shook her face out of his grip.

“Yah, Kim—,”

Saram bent to kiss her quickly, cutting off what ever complaint she had coming his way.

“Hi,” he smiled while grabbing the handle of her suitcase from her little fist. She looked wind blushed and wide eyed as always. She reminded him of spring, and fresh flowers, the smell of the air after it rains early in the morning. She was fresh and bright and his forever symbol of renewal and rebirth.

Her chest sagged against his as she leaned into him. Sometimes, more often than not, she still looked at him with those scared eyes. Still afraid he’d disappear at any moment, it seemed like the only time either of them were truly at peace was when they’d touch each other.

It was never enough to just be in the same room, not anymore. He had to hold her hand, kiss her temple, rub his fingers along his jaw just to remind himself that he hadn’t gotten pulled away again. It was almost worst for her. She was still having nightmares. On those nights, she’d call him in thar tiny voice of hers and ask him all the questions she had stored up for the last three months.

“Ready?” He spoke against her cheek, unable to keep himself from pressing another kiss into the dimple to the left of her lips and then another to the right.

“Where are are we going?” She asked.

They had to pull away to get everything loaded into the car, but when they slid into their seats, she’d wrapped herself around his fingers again, holding his arm against her chest.

“Somewhere simple,” Saram smiled as he took off, driving toward their destination. Keeping their final stop a secret had a lot to do with the excitement he saw in her eyes when he’d glanced down at her. It also had a little bit to do with not turning on the human gps that was Tak Dong Kyung. He couldn’t handle two and a half hours of her directing every turn they took.

“Don’t tell me,” she sighed dropping his hand. He felt the loss of her touch immediately. “Your house doesn’t count as a vacation, Kim Saram,”

He thought about it. He really did.

“It would save us some time—,”

“You’re kidding!” She scolded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Saram still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of why making her eyes glint with vexation made him so happy. Maybe it was proof that she was living. Really living. If she was mad at him about the small things, she couldn’t possibly be worried about anything big. He’d hoped for as long as they both lived for each other that having her boyfriend be a bit irksome would be her biggest and only hardship. Dong kyung had been through enough to last three lifetimes. She deserved easy and simple and just a bit of provoking.

“I am kidding,” he smiled at the road. Tilting his head toward her, he let his eyes fall on hers quickly. “It’s a secret,”

He’d expected her to pout but as always, she took him by surprise. She clung to his fingers again, alternating between guessing where they were going and complaining about Na Ji Na cancelling their breakfast date this morning to go have a meal with Cha Joo Ik’s father. It seemed like most of her complaints these days had something to do with the CEO and Saram was learning to read through her usually harsh words and realize that she actually liked the man. He just couldn’t figure out why.

When they’d finally pulled onto the property of the old home, Saram felt a sudden rush of emotion. He’d been here often over a long period of time. He’d watched the current owner from when she was an infant until now. While Tak Dong Kyun was the first human to make him feel love, this family was the first to make him feel anything at all.

They carried their luggage to the entrance of the hanok, admiring how the wind swept cherry blossom petals across the front of the guest house. With each breeze the air seemed to swell sweeter and sweeter as they drew closer.

“How did you find this place,” Dong Kyung asked. She leaned forward on her tip toes to pluck a petal from Saram’s hair.

“I’ve known the owner for a long time,” he smiled just as the old woman breezed out of the guest house. Her white hair was pulled into a simple bun, and though she had a bustling flair to her movements, she looked so well put together. They could only tell she was busy because of the way her eyes moved quickly between them.

“Hello, how long will you stay?”

“Two days,” Saram stepped forward and took care of the reservation. They traded their shoes for slippers and followed as the woman led them into the home, all the way to the back room where a single large mat took up the corner. The surrounding wood looked and smelled warm. Saram and Dong Kyung watched as the woman opened the canvased window for them, letting in fresh air and a view of the back of the house. A small field of flowers sat surrounded by tall trees that blocked off the property. Saram could remember how the land looked when he’d first saw it decades ago, but the changes between then and now had gone fuzzy. He couldn’t remember when the cherry blossom trees were planted or when the wood panels changed but he could recall the woman’s mother in law sweeping the entrance of the property when some laborers stomped dirt off of their shoes before renting a room.

“You’ve traveled far, why don’t you take a rest and I’ll come get you when dinner is ready,”

Saram and Dong Kyung gave polite nods and then the woman was gone.

“Are you tired?” Dong Kyung pushed her suitcase into the corner of the room before sitting on the edge of the mat.

“No, not really,” Saram told her. Still, he settled on the mat beside her and pulled her tiny body against his chest. The two lay side by side, as the smell of flowers and the preparation of their meal filled the room. Everything felt perfect.

“You said you know the owner, does she know you?” Dong Kyung asked.

Saram shook his head. “Her parents were a young couple I couldn’t help but keep an eye on,”

Saram remembered their faces. He remember the tears and the smiles, the fights and the moments that were passed down through the generations after. The old woman kept pictures of her parents safe with her children somewhere in Seoul, but the memory of them filled every corner.

He held her hand tightly because he could. Brushing his lips against her knuckles, he once again sent a silent thank you to god, thanking her for giving him this particular life. He could have been born as anyone. How grateful he was to be born in a world where Tak Dong Kyung isn’t the past or the future. She’s the present.

“Saranghae,” he whispered because he could. Because he was lucky to get to love her.

Dong Kyung smiled over at him, her eyes big and bright and beautiful. “Tell me about the couple,”

His memory was failing him. Not so much failing, but becoming less diety and more human. He couldn’t remember the name of every single human anymore. He couldn’t remember all of the stories that made him cringe or made him angry or made him feel something when he believed he couldn’t.

“I don’t remember their names,” he admitted. “But I brought you here because I figured if you knew them too, you’d help me not to forget them,”

“Her father’s father,” he nodded at the door behind them where the woman whistled lowly as she cleaned and checked on other guests. “He owned this land. He ran a guest house out of it too. Back then his family lived in this room while he let guests rent a spot on floor in the rest of the house. It was smaller then, and they didn’t make a lot of money. But it was enough to send their son to school and then it was enough to send him to Japan when the war started. Before he left for Japan he met a woman and they fell in love. She’d become pregnant and lived here with his family while he studied and eventually while he was at war. They’d meet maybe once every two years, just to be separated again by something. For a decade it seemed like they would never be able to live together. Until finally, he could come home. And the three of them lived in this house ever since. The couple were able to grow old together here, their daughter too,”

Dong Kyung moved closer to him. Her chest pressed tightly against his. “How did you find them,”

“I knew everyone. But, more specifically, this family had more hardships. I saw them often,” He paused before tucking Dong Kyung’s head under his chin. “When I saw how they were able to come back together despite everything they’d gone through, I envied them a lot,”

Dong Kyung hummed knowingly. Maybe before he’d met her and was loved by her he’d only remember how he was responsible for all the bad things that happened to this family in this house.

But Tak Dong Kyung had her way.

It made him see that even though he was the reason for so much doom and chaos in this household, he also allowed them to see better days. And maybe their reunion, the smiles and laughs that followed, were much more appreciated. At least he had hoped so.

“Do they remind you of us?” Dong Kyung squeezed him tight and tilted her head back so that she could gaze up at him.

Saram nodded in agreement. Had he known what it would feel like to be fated to be separated from the person you loved, back then maybe he could have pitied the couple a bit more. And if he would have known what it felt like to find each other again, back then maybe he would have smiled down on them a bit more too.

Dong Kyung sighed. “We should visit here often. So we both can remember,”

He’d thought about bringing her to the house when he was sure that he was going to be gone forever. He wanted to tell her the story when everything was clear in his head, but he never got to. Somehow though, with his blurring memories and without the threat of losing her forever, it felt better than he could have imagined.

#doom at your service #DAYS #seo in guk #park bo young

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