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mllechartreux · 2 years
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Summary: You’re an R&B singer looking to take more creative freedom over your music and life. Levi, your producer, helps you with that.
Tags: Singer!Reader x Producer!Levi, Rapper!Eren, Eren is an asshole, GN!Publicist, pining, professional friends to lovers, music industry bullshit, MDNI!smut, fingering, oral(f. receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, tiny mention of mary jane
WC: 4.5k
A/N: Ya’ll, I need my props for this line right here, it’s so fucking Levi, “An asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” I’m copyrighting that expeditiously! Also, don’t be mad at me for making Eren an asshole. Mannnn, I don’t even know how this ended up being so long, fuuuucckk. I also think I fucked up the tenses *sigh* bear with me still working on my writing style. 
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Normally, starting out your day with breakfast wasn’t a problem. In fact, you loved the smell of bacon, eggs and Thai tea in the morning. It made your mouth water, but it also gave you a sense of control in your life that was hard to come by, being a public figure. Oftentimes, being in the limelight, your life is reduced to what everyone else says it is. 
Currently, blogs came out saying you were dating a rapper you met with for copyright reasons. You barely knew the guy, on top of that, you tried to convince the media, many times before, that you weren’t looking for a relationship.  Yet, ever since you had debuted as a mainstream r&b artist, they never stopped asking you about your love life. Like can’t a girl be single, or pining after a man in secret. Either way, the thought of breakfast this morning made you sick, all you were focused on was ignoring the calls from your publicist and getting to the studio. You hoped that working on your new song with your favorite producer would help bring you a moment of peace.
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You pulled up to the studio in your dark green Aston Martin, grabbed your white Fendi purse and hopped out of the car. On your way to your producer’s recording studio you passed security and the wall of records. Each time you passed this wall you hoped that yours would be the next platinum record to be hung there. 
You entered his studio optimistically and couldn’t hold back the smile that crept on your face when you saw Levi sitting in his chair, headphones on, slumped over the computer, working. You were consumed with admiration watching how focused and attentive he was. 
It almost didn’t matter that there was a band in the studio this close your time slot.  In his defense, you did arrive 10 mins earlier than your session appointment, but you were still deflated over not having his undivided attention. Slightly irritated, you sat down on the couch behind him, bouncing your leg impatiently. 
15 minutes passed before the band exited the booth and regrouped with Levi. As the band walked out of the studio they offered a short greeting to you causing you to look up from your phone to reciprocate, your eyes staring after them up until the door closed behind them. What you didn’t know was that you were being watched as well. 
Levi marveled at your appearance. You had boho braids in a simple ponytail, a blue cropped tank top showing off your waist beads, belly button piercing and a fairy tattoo along your ribs, paired with tan cargo pants and blue mules. He cleared his throat absentmindedly to bring back his focus, but you snapped your head towards him, looking at him curiously, “You know I would have kicked them out anytime if I knew you were here,” he recovered monotonously. 
You scoffed, rising lazily from your seat on the couch to plop down haphazardly on the swivel chair next to him, “You can’t kick out your clients, don’t be silly.” 
His black eyebrow raised at your statement, pondering the brash way you moved across the room, “I thought I told you before I do as I please, I don’t care if you're a client or an exec.” 
You stared at him unbelievably with your mouth slightly agape, “Levi. Don’t get fired running your mouth.” He rolled his eyes.
“As if, they wouldn’t have a single platinum record coming out of this company if they did that and they know it. Besides, who else would be able to deal with your bratty attitude,” he concluded. He brought a leg to cross over the other and ran his hand through the front of his hair, pushing his bangs back. 
Consciously, you knew what he said was true, but the thought of never working with him is what made you react anyway. 
Slightly taken aback at his observation of your attitude, you leaned back slightly and squinted your eyes playfully, “I’m far from bratty, a perfectionist maybe, but definitely not a diva,” you said matter of factly while pointing at him sassily as if you had a finger gun.
“Oh really, then if it’s not your personality, care to tell me what’s been up your ass lately?” He stares at you. He tried to say, ‘Tell me what’s wrong, I can always tell’, hell he’d been working with you for a year now, but he was never good at using words to show he cared. 
You looked to the side and shifted in your seat to cross your legs, “Everyone is being an ass over this rumor of me dating so and so,” 
He hums and continues, “Do they have it right this time?” 
“No! I haven’t dated anyone since I became mainstream,” You retaliate, throwing your arms up. It kinda hurt that he thought there was anyone you could be interested in, anyone but him. 
His eyes softened but his mind whirled in confusion, why did he feel relieved at that, “Then don’t worry about it, an asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” he scratched the back of his neck, “just leave it all in the booth today,” a blush dusted his cheeks but his eyes never left yours. 
He felt the need to reassure you more but knew there was a line of professionalism he couldn’t cross, at least not while on the clock. 
His ‘shitty’ proverbs always made you laugh, they were so him. With watery eyes, you gave him a look filled with appreciation and understanding, hoping he'd receive your mental messages of gratitude. You stood from your seat, “You’re right. Thanks Levi,” and made your way into the booth. 
You put the headphones on and he told you what track he was going to play, “Let’s work on the ad libs for this one, after that this one is pretty much finished,” you gave him a thumbs up through the glass. Once the music started playing you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat.
“Ok that’s a wrap for today, great job Y/N, I got everything I needed,”
You took the headphones off, eyes still closed while your mind tried to find its way back to reality. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his through the glass before he looked down back at his computer. It was hard to make out his expression.
Levi continued to work on the song as you walked out of the booth and sat beside him. Your perfume wafted towards him, almost unnoticeably it made his eyelids lower and his hands pause from typing. Without looking up from his screen, “So for your album you only have three songs left to work on, but here take a listen to this one,” he took his headphones off and put them over your ears, his hands lingering over them for a moment longer before turning back to the screen.
The song started playing and you listened to yourself sing. It was a song about summer love, sweet, overwhelming, and colorful. It was probably your favorite song on this album. One, because it’s what you thought being with Levi would feel like, but also because it was the only song you had creative freedom over. 
After the song finished you took off the headphones and set them back on the desk, causing him to turn his head towards you, “It’s beautiful, I really like how the bridge fades in,” you muse, “Definitely better than those songs the label commissioned for me,” your lip lifts in disgust.
“Tch, they sent me the demo and I thought they were joking,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m good at what I do but I’m definitely not a miracle worker,” his arms come to cross over his chest. More importantly, he thought you were better than those cheesy, shallow songs. Even if the lyrics weren’t a factor, the songs left no room for you to truly showcase your range and shit did he love to hear your voice. He loved to hear it before all the edits he made, when it was in its raw state. 
“I know, I hate those songs, but capitalism over authenticity, right. It took a lot just for me to get creative freedom over this one,” you lean over to rest your arm on the desk and your head on your arm.
“Explains why this song is by far the best,” he says casually, watching you. 
You look up at him sternly, “Don’t bullshit me Levi,”
He scoffed, “You think I have the capacity to bullshit anyone,”
At that you laugh, “I forget who I’m talking to sometimes, my bad,” holding your hands up feigning surrender before putting your head back on your hand, “I just wish they would let me release more of my music. They’re really trying to pigeonhole me into being yet another oversexualized black woman.” 
Levi looked to the side before tilting his head back looking at the ceiling, “What if… what if I help you?” His heart was pumping thinking about the opportunity to hear more of your music, to see more of you. 
“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows pinch together.
He looked back down at you and unfolded his arms, “I mean, what if I help you record your music? We probably can’t release it or anything but at least you’d be able to create it.”
You lifted your head in interest and looked at him unwavering, “You’d do that? For me?”
“Yea, I don’t really see a point in keeping it locked up,” he says matter of factly.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you squeal, leaping from your seat and wrapping your arms around him. 
Levi was hardly expecting you to be so excited and to inadvertently smother your boobs in his face. He was frozen so he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you back. He felt the heat from your chest on his blushed face. It was embarrassing how that paired with the scent of jasmine and orange blossom coming from you made his dick twitch. 
You abruptly let go of him, “I imagine we won’t have time to do this during my normal sessions so when do you want to start?” Still smiling at him.
“Come back at 7, and the studio is ours for the rest of the night,” he nodded at you tensely.
“Alright bet,” you exclaim walking backwards toward the door, still looking at him adoringly, “and thank you again Levi, I really appreciate this,” your hand reaches to grab the door knob.
“Don’t forget your purse.”
You let go of the door and rushed to the sofa to grab your purse, “I wasn’t forgetting it, just making sure the door worked,” you said almost convincingly. 
“Tch, right,” he grinned. He couldn’t help but find you adorable while you walked out of the studio.
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The plan was to drive back to your house, work more on your music while you waited for 7 to roll around. It was a simple, solid plan until you pulled up to your house and saw your publicist and two other people waiting in front of your door. 
As slow and languid as possible you got out of your car, slamming the door shut. They turned to look at you, and your publicist spoke first, “I’ve been calling and texting you all day, we have to talk,” their hand on their hip and hip jutted out.
“I assume you wouldn’t call to listen to me breathe, so no need to point out the obvious,” you walked past them to unlock your door, sparing an annoyed glance when you recognized one of the people as Eren Yeager, the rapper you met with a several days earlier, and the other person you guessed was his manager or something. 
“Shoes off please,” as you walked into your house, leading them down the carpeted hallway filled with pictures of family and friends into the sunken living room with three couches. 
The room was filled with plants and crocheted gifts from friends: pillows, blankets, even stuffed animals. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the nearest couch, you plopped down and relaxed into the cushions, wrapping the blanket around your body, “So what’s up then?”
Everyone found their way onto one of the other two couches that were following the square shape in the floor. Your publicist reached inside their bag for a yellow folder, “As I’m sure you’ve heard, the media believes you and Eren are together, and they love it. Your engagement has skyrocketed and this would be perfect to raise interest for your upcoming album. Of course for Eren-,”
“No,” you start, “I don’t care what it could do for me and I don’t care what it could do for him,” while you didn’t know Eren personally, you saw the scandals he was in. He was a known asshole and he treated his fans like shit, like hell you wanted to be tied to him in any way. 
Manspreading with his arms on his knees Eren leaned forward, “You’re not the artist you think you are sweetheart, you need me. Go ahead and take the deal and if you’re good I might give you something real,” he smirked suggestively. 
“I don’t need shit from you, if anything you’re the one that needs me considering you were caught copying my music. And watch how you speak to me in my house!” you seethed, leaning forward, pointing your finger at him. He laughed, reveling in how he got under your skin. 
Holding their hands up and turning towards you and then to Eren, your publicist chimed in, “Ok ok, let’s be cordial. Y/N, this could be really good for your brand and even better for your album. A power couple like you and Eren could lead to a bunch of awards,” they sympathized with you, clasping their hands together as if praying. 
Your eyes softened, “No, I understand the pros, but no.”
Your publicist looked at Eren and his manager and shrugged, “Then I guess we’re done here,” standing and putting the folder back in their bag, “ I’ll call you tomorrow about your upcoming album photoshoot then.”
You stood with your blanket still around you and led them to your door, “I’ll be waiting then,” your publicist was first to walk out, glancing at you supportively, then Eren’s manager who gave a short ‘nice to meet you’ before scurrying out. Lastly, Eren walked out turning to look you up and down causing your lip to lift in disgust.
His finger curled under your chin, “You know where to find me when you realize you need a man in your life. Call me and I’ll make room for you on my roster.”
You snatched your head away and glared at him as he swaggered out of your house, slamming your door as soon as he was out of the way. 
It’s been over an hour since they left and you were still fuming, so much so, you couldn’t write or finish the sandwich and soup you doordashed from Panera. You were antsy and your adrenaline ran high. On a whim, you picked up your phone and texted Levi, ‘Hey I know we said 7 but can I come early, I just don’t want to be alone right now, I won’t distract you,’ you fidgeted with the beads along your waist, looking at your messages.
Two minutes later, ‘Yea, by the way, you’d be a welcome distraction,”
A bright smile overtook your face at the message. You grabbed your stuff and were out of the house and in your car within 5 minutes. 
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You walked into his studio, and up to his chair, squeezing his shoulder to let him know you were here. Before you could pull away he placed his hand on yours and squeezed, giving it a short rub with his thumb. He looked up over his shoulder at you, eyes serious but concerned before turning back to his screen and placing his hand back on the keyboard. The simple act relaxed you more than blunt after a long day. The leather couch groaned when you sat on it as you busied yourself with your phone. 
It wasn’t until the door to the studio closed that you finally looked up from your phone to find Levi staring at you. He felt the urge to come sit by you on the couch but instead settled for, “Come show me what you got.”
You sauntered over, stood before him, and presented your journal. You flipped through the pages, choosing to explain your most recent song and your ideas for the melody. 
Levi listened intensely, feeling the emotions behind your words and actualizing the song in his head so he’d have an idea of where to start. He admired the light behind your eyes and the vibrancy behind your movements as you explained what you wanted to convey. When you finished you looked at him expectantly, vulnerable. 
He could see it all over your body, beckoning him for some form of reassurance, advice, anything, “It’s not your usual song,” he teases, “but I like it, I think I see where you want to go with it,” he adds. 
Internally you let out a sigh of relief before pausing, “Wait, what do you mean it’s not my usual song?” you ask wearily. 
“It’s about unrequited love, your usual songs are about being in love or having something more casual. I’m to use to you singing about about not getting the person,”
he explains. It was hard to believe you even felt the need to write about someone who didn’t reciprocate your affections. Who would be dense enough to not see or outright ignore your advances. 
You scratch the back of your head, you weren’t expecting him to say that, “Yea, well, it’s been weighing on me heavily recently, like you said earlier I should leave it all in the booth right,” you say softly. 
“Not saying that singing doesn’t help but maybe you should talk to the person, if they’re still in your life,” he studied you as you thought over his words. Watching the gears turn in your head as you bit your bottom lip. 
“I see what you’re saying,” you looked down at your hands, rubbing them together before taking a deep breath, “I like you Levi,” you looked back up at him brightly. 
Did he hear you right, was this a joke, a publicity stunt. His entire body froze, he was locked in this moment in time, unsure of what his next move should be. His eyes were widened slightly but he was otherwise unreadable. 
Feeling emboldened, just ready to get your feelings off your chest you continued, “At first it was strictly professional but then I really started to admire your work. I really like the way you understood me through my music, it’s almost like I never have to say much for you to understand where I’m at. I’m know I’m saying a lot right now and if you’re uncomfortable or  need me to leave-,”
He cut you off, putting a hand on your cheek and shaking his head, “No don’t leave,” he coughed into his other hand, “I- I’ve felt the same way about you since I’ve met you,” his heart was beating out of his chest but he moved his hand to truly cup the side of your face, eyes looking at you peacefully despite the anxiety.
You cover his hand with yours, “Really?” still unsure if he felt the same way.
Sensing your state, Levi pulled your chair closer to his, slotting your legs in between his, “Really. I know I didn’t say anything sooner, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” 
You nod, feeling your heart swell.  You wet your lips and glance at his before meeting his steely gaze. He closes the distance between you two, using his hand to bring your head closer, placing a soft, sweet kiss on your lips before pulling back to stare at you open mouthed. You push back into the kiss, locking your hand behind his neck. The kiss is openmouthed, slow, and filled with all the unsaid words he needed to express to you. 
Levi bites your bottom lip and drags his tongue along the length of yours, twirling it and mapping the inside of your mouth. You grip the strands of his hair and bring your legs up and over to rest on top of his thighs. He worms his hands under your thighs to stand up, bringing you with him. Instinctively, your thighs wrap around his waist still kissing him. Without opening his eyes he walks over to the couch placing you down to lean over you. 
You break the kiss to gasp for air, choosing instead to grab his face and pepper him with quick kisses all over his face. He hums sweetly, squeezing your hips and relishing in the warmth of your body before pulling back to look at you, “Do you want to do this? We could stop here,” tone serious but his gaze was fervent. 
Eyelids heavy you say, “I want this Levi, I want you,” 
He went to kiss your neck, licking and sucking in the places that caused you to whine and squirm the most. Being underneath him was too much and you couldn’t help but grind your hips up onto his bulge, moaning at his hardness and causing him to gasp into your neck. He pulled your hips to meet his, helping you as he trailed kisses down your neck to your chest, savoring the sweet taste of your body. 
You lift your shirt off, throwing it, completely forgotten, allowing him to trail wet open mouthed kisses while working to unclasp your bra. It unhooks and he slides it down your arms, letting it fall to ground before fondling both of your breasts, eyes staring at you earnestly. He leans down to lick your nipple, pulling the sweetest mewl from you, encouraging him to put your entire nipple in his mouth and tease it, interchanging between nipping, licking, and sucking. 
Your eyes flutter closed and you rest your hands in his hair letting out sighs of pleasure, “Please Levi I need more,”
He releases your nipple with a pop, “Like I said, just like a brat to be ungrateful,” he mocks, “but since you asked so nicely.”
He removed your pants, underwear following. Feeling exposed, you help him strip down to just his underwear, his erection stretching them to the max and precum creating a dark stain. He climbs back on top of you, resuming his taste test down to your navel then going to bruise your thighs with lovebites, watching you writhe and yelp. 
Pushing your legs up so your knees were to your side, he finally gave you what you wanted and licked a long strip from your entrance to your clit, stopping there to flick his tongue against the nub, listening to you moan his name softly, your voice so smooth and melodic. 
He speeds up, changing the rhythm, savoring the taste of your sweet, tangy, juices gushing out, “I’d wait years if it meant getting to taste you,” he groans into you, eyes closing in bliss, ravishing you like it was the first meal he had in days. 
You moan loudly, grabbing his head encouraging him to keep his rhythm, “Fuck Levi, don’t stop.”
Face coated in your slick, he brings up his two fingers to tease your entrance before slipping in, “Wasn’t going to brat,” sending vibrations through your body.
You shuddered and moaned breathlessly when he found the sweet spot, your hole convulsing around his fingers, pushing you towards your peak. Your back arched and you pushed your hips into his face, fiery white rushing through your body. 
His free hand rubbed your hip as he cleaned up your cum causing you to whimper from sensitivity. You took his fingers in your mouth, loving the taste of yourself on him before slipping them out. 
He pulled away from you, wiping his face with the back of his hand before sliding his underwear down and lining up with your entrance. He stares at you lustfully, cradling your head in his arms, watching your reaction as his dick slips inside, stretching you to a pleasurable fullness. He pulls back out slowly cursing when he notices you watching his dick fill your cunt. He continues with a slow pace, getting hotter when he notices your creamy arousal coating his dick and pooling at its base. 
He lifts your legs up, putting them over his shoulders, folding you in half and causing your walls to flutter and squeeze him from the depth of the new angle. He smirks and grunts in response, quickening his pace, drinking in your moans and the way you can’t help but to suck him back in, “Damn Y/N.”
Blood shoots straight to your cunt and you beg him to go harder, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingernails scratching his undercut. 
He loops his arm under your shoulder, holding on to it as he pistons into you at a brutal pace. His face contorts and sweat drips down his forehead as he concentrated on trying to make you climax. His hand goes down between you to rub your slippery clit in tantalizing circles. 
You moan loudly, only capable of repeating his name mindlessly as the pressure in your stomach builds, “Levi-I’m- I’m-.”
“I know, go ahead sweet girl.” 
You come undone, velvety walls crushing him, leaving a trail of frothy white cum covering his pelvis as you contract underneath him. You bring him in for a sloppy kiss, whining into his mouth as he chases his own end, deliciously overstimulating you. His rhythm stutters and he groans into your mouth. You move your hips to meet his thrusts, beckoning him. He moans your name as he explodes inside you, warm cum shooting into you, filling you up. 
You break the kiss, look at him and smile, mouth parted breathlessly. He falls on your chest and looks up at you with loving eyes as his hand reaches for your face to caress it. 
“Now what am I supposed to tell the public?” you ask lightheartedly, stroking his hair as he rests his face on your boobs.
He chuckles, “All you need to do is confirm the allegations when I come out saying you’re mine,” kissing your sternum.
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cobiehaven · 1 year
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Under My Roof — Ji Changmin
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SYNOPSIS; you told changmin that you would do anything, and you mean anything, to have a place to stay for a couple of nights. although, you were a little taken aback by the things he requested from you.
PAIRING; changmin x reader
GENRE; drama, a bit suggestive.
WORD COUNT; 0.7k
TAGS/WARNINGS; changmin is lowkey a bad/fuck boy, reader just wants to live her life, story is lowkey played out like a japanese anime 😟, rude!changmin, pothead!changmin, both reader and changmin go to the same collage but it’s not really mentioned in the story, mention of sleeping together, mention of fake dating, mild language.
AUTHORS NOTE; i wrote this within like 30 mins so it’s short.
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“and fuck you too!” you yelled as you watched your landlord practically throw your stuff out of your shitty apartment into the dusty hallway, her disappearing around the corner after she was done with you. you couldn’t believe you had gotten kicked out of your apartment just because you got on the landlords bad side.
taking in a deep breath, you squatted down to pick up your stuff. as you were practically shoving your thrown out clothes into your suitcase, your attention was caught when your next door neighbor, opened his door.
“changmin..?” you squinted your eyes at him, your head tilting with curiosity. “uh, yeah?” he raised a brow at you, leaning on his doorframe as he stared at your hunched over figure. “you’re my neighbor?” you asked as he took a long wif of his cigarette and puffed it out into the dirty halls.
“you mean i was your neighbor? seems like you just got kicked out.”
“well- i mean- yeah.. i did… but why do you care?”
“i don’t, you were the one who brought it up.”
why did being around him always have to make you get the worst second hand embarrassment ever?
“i just came out here to see what all of the yelling was about but now that i know it was just you, i’m not as interested anymore,” he sighed and turned around, about to shut his door when his attention was caught by the sudden cling to his door handle. “wait!” he groaned and rolled his eyes.
“what is it?”
“can i please stay the night? you’re the only person i know around here and i don’t want to be sleeping on the streets.”
it was already 10:58 pm, there was no way he could just let a young girl out on the streets with no way to protect herself!
he looked you up and down. on second thought, maybe it might have been better to just tend to the streets. “i’ll pass,” he tried closing his door again but you pushed against him.
“please!”
“what about your parents?"
“they live towns upon towns away, i couldn’t possibly be able to attend class with that amount of distance.”
“well that’s not my problem.”
“please.. i’ll do anything.”
as much as changmin hated girls who were persistent as hell and bothered him all of the time, there was no way he could pass up on a girl at his doorstep who was begging to stay the night and willing to do anything to do so.
“anything, you say?”
you nod frantically, unsure of what crude things he had in mind.
“fine.”
“thank you!”
you breathed out before practically barging in past him and dropping your stuff inside. the place reeked with smoke and other substances that didn’t smell anything like normal cigarettes, stains upon stains on his couches and crevices, empty and moldy dishes lying around that made you honestly want to pick up your stuff and actually sleep on the streets forever. but, he was kind enough to at least give you a roof so sleep under.
“so they’ll let you smoke as much weed as you want but they won’t let me paint the furniture white?” you raised a brow as you saw bags upon bags of substances stacked on his counter. he shrugged and put out his cigarette in the ash tray next to the door.
“so, where am i sleeping?” you asked, setting your things up neatly against the wall for now. “with me,” you nearly choked on your own spit.
“what?” he shrugged.
“you said you’d do anything to stay here, i say you let me have my way with you.”
“absolutely not.”
“then get out.”
“isn’t there anything else i can do for you? like, clean your house or pay most of the bill for you? i’d say both of those are pretty good options.”
you were both interrupted by an unexpected text chiming from changmin’s phone, him pushing past you to answer it. it took him a couple of minutes to read it, his expression contorting into a furrowed and stressed out one. “on second thought,” he set his phone down after hitting send on his phone. “i have something different i want you to do instead.”
“and that would be?”
“could you maybe, pretend to be my girlfriend?”
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sweet-villain · 1 year
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Need You~ D.M
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Summary: Just me going feral over Dacre's thighs.
Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson
My Master List is in This Area
You weren't prepared when he walked downstairs and made his way into the kitchen to sit in one of the chairs that you had with his phone in his hands. Those rings on his pinky and ring fingers caused you to pause as you stared at the way they held his phone.
Dacre had felt your stare since this morning when he gotten dressed in pants that made his thighs look extra good today.
His pink lips were in sight of your as he chuckled at something he read. They were begging for you to kiss them. To reach over and climb the counter to feel them against your own.
You hummed as you continue to cut the vegetables trying not to think the way his fingers would feel around your neck. Trying to think the way his lips would places kisses on your neck, teasing you. The way he would pull your body flush against him.
The knife in your hand paused in cutting the vegetables as you lost in your head, Dacre placed his phone down for a moment as he looked up at you. Your hair was pulled to the side, your eyes were elsewhere lingering and your cheeks were flushed.
" What are you thinking about over there, pretty girl?" he asked bringing you out of your thoughts. You blinked a couple of times being distracted from the thoughts of him bending you over this counter and having you for dinner instead.
" mm, nothing" you put the knife down as you turned to the stove ready to turn it on when you feel a pair of hands at your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He moved your hair aside as his nose brushed against your neck.
" Don't lie to me" his hot breath caused goosebumps to run up and down your spine as he placed an open kiss to your neck. His tongue slightly flicking at the skin.
" Dacre" you gasped as he turns you around pressing you against the stove. " Don't think your getting away too quickly, I know you've been thinking naughty things about me" he looks down at your lips, the way your mouth is jar and he can see your tongue peeking out just the tip of it.
He licked his own lips as his eyes turned darker as the hold on your hips got tighter.
" Baby" you gasped, he smirked loving the little gasps coming from you. His fingers danced underneath your shirt as his fingers traced the skin there. The small touch caused your body to feel like it was burning. You wanted him.
Suddenly his phone rang, his hands were no longer on you and he left you wanted him more than ever. You snapped out of your thoughts as you looked to see Dacre was still on his phone while you had the vegetables right in front of you. It was just a day dream?
"You alright?" he asked, " you've been at the same spot and not doing anything for almost 10 mins."
" Oh yeah, sorry must be tired" you shrugged putting your hands over your face as you left the kitchen placing your back again the wall as you took a deep breathe. How could that be a dream? He was right there.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Dacre had finished up dinner while you took an hour to yourself trying to calm down without picturing his hands on you and his mouth on you.
He walked out to join you in the living room. His eyebrows knitted together seeing you on the couch with your head hanging and your hands on either side gripping it.
" Are you okay, love? Are you sick?" his voice is softer as he speaks making his way over to you and kneels down. His head is tilted to the side as he gazes up at you lovingly.
He moved your hair behind your ear to look at you better. Your thighs were clenched together as you whimpered out. At first he was trying hard to figure out what was wrong and then his eyes dropped down to your thighs.
" Awe, is my pretty girl frustrated? Does she need a little help?" his hand slide up your leg over your thigh as he gripped it. Little whimpers escaped from you.
" Shh" he took a hold of your hand with his other removing it from gripping the couch as you followed him into the kitchen. Something came over you as you pushed him against the counter. His breath hitched as he swallowed watching you undo the button on his pants and zipper.
" Baby" he started to say when you put a finger against his lips. His cock twitched in his boxers as he realized what you wanted. His pants pulled at his feet as he stepped out of them.
He slide off his shirt over his head and threw it to the direction where is pants off as he stand there in his boxers and waits for you. His eyes are full of lust and need. Your fingers dance up his chest feeling the way goosebumps appear.
" Please.." he begs. Your hand comes up to the counter and tap it letting him know you want him to sit on top. " Here" he asked. You nodded waiting for him. He jumps onto the counter and spreads his legs.
Your nails skim over his thighs as he shutters, his eyes flutter shut as his mouth a jars. His eyes fly open feeling your mouth on one of his thighs, tongue lapping and sucking on the skin there. He moans putting his fingers into your hair, tugging it as he pushes your head more into his thighs.
" M-more.." your mouth leaves marks over his thighs while he's whimpering above you and watching you. The feeling of your tongue and teeth together sends him into pure bliss. His head is clouded as he moans.
You give attention to the other thigh. There is wet spot on his boxers already feeling your mouth on his thighs. He never imagined wanting something more in his life than your mouth on him. You pulled away satisfied with the marks you made and were about to walk away when he pulled you back by the back of your shirt.
He turned you around to see your pink lip plum and eyes filled with lust. His mouth was a jar, cheeks flushed and blue eyes staring into your own. His forehead met yours, " 'm not done with you."
He doesn't let you say anything before pushing his lips against yours like he hasn't ate in days. The kiss was sloppy and rough, you needed him.
" You're so pretty," you whimpered, moving your lips to his jaw slowly placing open mouth kisses down to his neck, " you've been driving me crazy today."
He lets out a shaky breath as your hand goes into his boxers and grabs his harden cock, " Yeah? you like watching me, pretty girl?"
You continue to nip at his neck causing him to gasp as he move his head to the side to give you more access, " you get me so, so, so wet," you mumble. One of his hands squeezes at your waist while the other squeezes one of your ass cheeks.
" 'm dripping, baby. All because of your thighs in those pants."
He groans as you squeeze him through his boxers, " you got all worked up from my thighs in those pants? Huh?" he asked, chuckling.
You chuckled, pulling away from his neck licking your lips looking down at his bulge in his boxers, " you always look good. Breath taking." you whispered, pushing his boxers down. " I was thinking about you all day, how your hands would feel on me, your tongue, your mouth, and everything else. It was turning me on."
His cock sprang out and slapped against his stomach. You can't contain yourself moaning at the sight of his cock, drool begins to form slipping past your lips.
" Please, fuck me. Please..I want it"
He puts you onto the counter and bunches up your skirt noticing the wet spot on your panties.
" All wet for me?" he asks, muttering eyes as he licks his lips at the sight of the wet spot on your lace purple panties.
" All for you, baby" you squirm underneath his gaze. " I'm begging you, please. Fuck me already," you pouted, kicking your feet knowing your pouting always works on him. It does. He takes off your panties, throwing them over his shoulder and drags you closer a bit to the edge.
His cock taps against your clit causing you to gasp and grab onto his shoulder.
" You're adorable" he mumbles, lining himself up with your entrance.
He eases in easily. You feel him so deep inside you as you clench around him. Your forehead lands on his shoulders as you let out a cry as the stretch burns a bit. You struggle to take him.
" You're so tight, pretty" he moans, pushing himself deeper, " so wet. All for me. So perfect. My cunt."
" All-l yo-urs," you whimper.
He stops moving and let you adjust to him till you want to start moving.
" My needy girl.." he tsk, pulling out and pushing all the way back in you. " I need you to sit still. Can you do that?"
You nod with a small whimper, him asking you in that tone of voice made your head spin. His cock too and his hands on you.
" I'm good" you tell him and he begins to thrust into you like he has never done before, deeper and deeper with each thrust. The tip of his cock stroking your spot every time making the knot in your stomach tighten.
" Faster, please..." you moaned, arching your back as your chest pressed against his. " More, faster.. more of it.."
He smirks before leaning in and kissing you, swallowing your whimpers and moans. His speed picks up, his cock going into you in a speed that made your brain turn into mush. Your hands grip onto his shoulder to keep from falling over onto him.
" You're such a pretty sight, aren't you, kitten?" he pants, still smirking, " you love it when my cock spilts you open and your such a mess for me, yeah?"
" Yes!," you nod. Your brain is in a fogging mess and all you can think about is cumming all over his cock.
He moans at your answer as his smirk widens feeling successful in fucking you dumb. One of his hands reach down and rub circles on your clit knowing how much you needed to cum right now.
Tears are spilling down your cheek from your eyes, your cries, his moans fill the kitchen.
" Jesus... shit..I'm.. fucking..fuck.. 'm cumin,' you cried nails digging into his shoulder as the knot snaps and you cum onto his cock. You lean against his chest, hair sticking to your forehead as you pant.
" My pretty girl," he moans his cock twitching inside of you as you clench around him, he's still being deep inside of you. He moans as the rope of hot cum fills your walls, dressing them in white as he cums.
You moan at the feeling of the warmth spreads through you, " Dacre.."
" Yeah, baby?" he asks moving the hair away from your forehead and eyes that he can see you.
" That was so hot" he chuckles as he nods, " again?"
" We have all night, pretty girl" your arms wrap around his neck as your lips met his.  
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A/N: Chapter 5!!!! Guys, lemme tell you, I changed the events of this chapter soooooo much. Honestly, I’ve made a lot of changes to the chapters, I’ll probably be writing out some extra drabbles and scenes later on that didn’t end up in the main story, ngl. But for now, the story continues!!! I will say, the smut in this chapter was totally unplanned. At first, I didn’t want to cause I already have smut planned for both chapters 7 and 8, but this scene wasn’t that long and I figured you guys wouldn’t complain much, lmaooooo. Anyways, this chapter is pretty fun, I hope you enjoy it!!!
Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot, slight Nasiens x Percy
Summary: Lance’s friend group likes to spend the occasional weekend at Percy’s grandpa’s beach house over in west Britannia and this time around, they invite Tristan and his friends to come along.
Tags: Alcohol, smut, explicit sexual content, handjob, slight dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, shower sex
Song Inspiration: Teenage Dream By Katy Perry
Word Count: 4,398
Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.
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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]
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"Percy!! We need to figure out room assignments, everyone else is gonna be here soon!!"
"Hey, does anyone know what we're gonna do for dinner?"
"Somebody better plan on restocking the pudding while we're here."
"Why don't you just do it yourself, Gawain?"
"Lance, do you think there's enough left in the kitchen for you to whip something up for everybody?"
Lance shakes his head, chuckling to himself as he sets his bag on the floor by the hallway leading to the bedrooms and heads towards the kitchen. He'd missed his friends and all the chaos that came with them. "Lemme take some stock in here and I'll see what I can do, Anne." He tells the bluette standing in the middle of the kitchen, hands on her hips.
"Oh, good. I hope there's enough, I really don't feel like going out in public again today." She admits.
"Rough week?" He questions.
"You have no idea." She groans. "I seriously needed this weekend away. Plus, it's been awhile since we've all gotten together here, I've missed it." She sighs.
Lance nods, walking over to the fridge and opening it up. "Definitely." He agrees. He grimaces at the near empty fridge and opens up the freezer instead, looking over the items inside thoughtfully. "Hey, can you look and see if there's any flour and baking powder in the cupboards?" He asks Anne over his shoulder.
He hears her move to look as he pulls out a package of frozen sausage and tosses it onto the counter, closing the freezer back up as well. "Full bag of flour and half a tin of baking powder. Little bit of sugar in here, too." She informs him.
"Alright, cool. I think I got something in mind." He says, pulling out his phone as he leans against the counter. Just gotta see if Tris is willing to make a pit stop.
'Hey, how far out are you guys?'
'About 10 min'
'Do you think you'd be willing to do me a favor?'
'Does that mean you'd "owe me one" afterwards?'
'Why of course'
'Alright, fine, what is it?'
'Stop by a store and grab some milk and butter, pretty please? Doesn't matter what kind or brand'
'Ugh, okay. Only cause I like you so much ;D'
'Thank youuuuuu. I'll make it up to you, promise'
'Oh, I know you will'
Lance snorts, pocketing his phone and looking up to find Anne staring at him with a smirk. "You talking to your new friend?"
He rolls his eyes playfully. "They'll all be here in about 15 minutes or so." He informs her. "Once they get here, I'll have everything I need to start on dinner."
"Great!" She exclaims. "In the meantime, we should probably make sure that the idiots out there haven't made a mess of things already." She points her thumb over her shoulder and in the direction of the living room before turning around and walking that way. Lance shrugs and follows her, having nothing better to do while he waits.
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Seventeen minutes later, Lance is in the process of defrosting the sausage when he hears exclaims from the living room. "Hey, uh, Lance?" Donny calls.
Lance walks into the living room, eyebrow raised. "Yeah...? What's up?" He questions.
"What the hell are Tristan Liones and Isolde Connors doing walking up to the house!?" He exclaims, half panicked.
Anne gasps. "Isolde is here!?"
"Oh, they finally got here, then." Lance says, a smile spreading over his face as he tries not to seem too excited.
"Oh? "Oh"?? That's all!?"
Lance doesn't answer Donny, instead walking closer to the clear glass wall making up the front of the house and watching as four people come up the stone steps. He spots Isolde and Tristan at the front and two men behind them that he doesn't recognize. He doesn't pay much attention to them, his eyes going back to Tristan almost immediately. It's only been about a day and a half since they'd last seen each other, but Lance was excited to see him all the same. In the past week, they'd spent the night together three more times and gone on two dates. They texted everyday and called sometimes, too. Lance didn't think it was even possible to be so attached to someone after so little amount of time, but the proof is right there in front of him that definitely was. He's been wearing a smile all week and all he can think about half the time is when he'll see the man again.
He's found out so much about the prince of Liones since that first night. He now knows that Tristan's favorite color is yellow and his favorite baked good is cinnamon rolls. His OCD was first diagnosed when he was 9, his Bipolar Disorder was diagnosed when he was 15. He'd had one girlfriend and two boyfriends in the past, all before him and Isolde were revealed to be dating to the public at age 19. When he was a kid, he'd had a dog named Monspeet that was first given to him by his Uncle Zeldris and Aunt Gelda, and the dog passed away when he was 17. He currently only models men's clothing, but he's considered asking to try out some women's clothing as well. Not only does he wear lip gloss, but sometimes more than that. He loves everything to do with the beauty and fashion industry and hopes to one day start his very own line of makeup and beauty products. He's obsessed with space and stars, has been for as long as he can remember. He has a deep passion for learning new things, becoming fascinated whenever he finds out a new fact he'd never known before. Whenever he comes to Lance's apartment, he has a new question about the plants he's growing and the crystals Lance keeps around his living space. Lance happily answers each one.
And so, when Percy calls him up and tells him that he wants to get the gang together for the weekend at his grandpa's beach house, the question of bringing Tristan along tumbled from his mouth before he'd even realized what it was. Percy, of course, said he could, and mentioned that he could bring a few friends along with him since the house was so big. Percy's grandpa's beach house has 8 bedrooms total and with their usual group there, only 4 of the bedrooms are taken, leaving the other 4 completely vacant. Tristan immediately agreed, saying he was sure his three best friends would love to come. One of which is, of course, Isolde, and if Lance remembers correctly, the other two are Jade and Chion.
Lance never told Donny, Anne, or Gawain about him and Tristan. They only know that he invited someone who he's getting close to, which they know in translation to mean dating. He technically didn't tell Nasiens directly, either, but he's certain that Percy told him who he was inviting and the both of them already know a little bit about him and Tristan anyways since they'd caught the two men making out back at the club a week earlier. It's just now that Lance realizes there's something else he's never told them. Tristan is the first guy he's ever dated, and he's never really tried to dig too deep into his own sexuality in the past. He's been attracted to plenty of guys, he's just never acted on any of it. So, given all of that, not only is Donny freaked out by the literal celebrities walking up, he's probably also extremely confused. Anne would most likely be just as confused if she wasn't so happy about Isolde being here. Oh, well. They'll adjust.
Lance walks over to the front door, opening it up as the group of four reaches it and holding it open. Percy comes rushing into the room and stops beside Lance. "Hey, everyone! Glad you all got here okay!" He greets cheerfully.
"Oh, Percy, right? It's wonderful to see you again!" Tristan exclaims with just as much cheer. "These are my friends, Isolde, Chion, and Jade." He points to each one as he introduces them.
"Great!!" Percy shakes hands with each of the newcomers, waving the rest of Lance's friends over. "This is Anne, Donny, Gawain, and my boyfriend, Nasiens! And-" Anne barrels into Isolde with a squeal, interrupting Percy.
"Anne!? I didn't know you'd be here!!" She exclaims as the two embrace quickly before pulling back.
Percy smiles at the two before continuing. "And then there's Lance, of course!"
Lance steps back into view after closing the front door and locking it, sending a wave at the new people in the room. "Hey, guys." He says casually.
Before anyone else can answer, Tristan comes right up to him and plants a kiss on his lips. Lance immediately wraps his arms around the silverette and returns the kiss without hesitation. He hears a choked gasp and a "What!?" from his group of friends and he internally snickers. Tristan pulls away slightly, giving him an amused smirk. "I got you your stupid butter and milk." He whispers, his arm coming up to show the grocery bag he's holding in one hand.
"Well, thank you very much, your majesty. I appreciate the hard work you put in, in order to do so." He whispers back, taking the bag from him. "Now I can make dinner." He says in a normal volume this time.
Tristan gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Am I finally getting to taste the Lancelot Antin's cooking?"
"Oh, don't get too cheeky now, maybe I'll change my mind." Lance quips.
The prince narrows his eyes at him. "You wouldn't."
Lance sighs. "You're right, I wouldn't. Only cause Anne would kill me if I made us go out for something, though." He points his thumb at the bluette.
"Damn right." Anne grumbles, arms crossing over her chest.
"Huh. Good to know." Tristan has a mischievous glint in his eye as he turns away from Lance. Lance just shakes his head, chuckling at the prince's antics.
Tristan starts introducing himself to the rest of Lance's friends and people start to mingle, so Lance takes the milk and butter into the kitchen, putting them away for now. He then finishes his process of defrosting the sausage and then sets it aside for the moment. He then gets out the flour, baking powder and sugar, setting them on the counter as he gathers up other things he'll need.
A few minutes later, he's just starting to flatten the biscuit dough he made when arms wrap around him from behind. "That's kinda hot, you showing off all your muscles like that. Definitely a view I could get used to." Tristan comments.
Lance snorts. "Is that so?" He asks, folding the dough over and then flattening it down with his palms.
"Mm-hm." The silverette nuzzles his face against the man's back and Lance feels butterflies take flight in his stomach at the simple affection. "Your friends seem really fun and this house is gorgeous. Thank you for inviting us." Tristan says sincerely.
Lance stops what he's doing for a moment to place his hands over Tristan's on his waist. "Of course. A lot of good memories have been made here, I'm glad I can add some with you to the mix." He admits.
Tristan doesn't reply, but his hands start to tremble slightly in his grasp. He's about to question why, growing concerned with the man's silence, but then Tristan just tightens his arms, hugging Lance tighter, and buries his face in his back, humming softly. Lance smiles softly and squeezes his hands before focusing back on the biscuit dough in front of him.
~*~
"Dinner's ready!!" Gawain swats a spatula against the living room doorway multiple times to get people's attention.
Lance shakes his head at her with a chuckle as he passes another full plate of food to the pinkette beside him. Isolde has insisted on helping him every opportunity she gets, including taking food from the kitchen to the dining room. Lance had an inkling that she was trying to get him to like her, which was confirmed when Tristan whispered to him to just go with it. Truth is, he has no problems with her. Tristan already explained to him that she doesn't see him in a romantic way and that they're just friends and nothing more, that Isolde is glad their arrangement is over now. And Lance believes them both, he has no reason not to. Not only does he trust Tristan's word, he trusts Anne's as well, and Isolde is a really close friend of Anne's. And so, he lets her do her thing, not like he's complaining about the help.
Lance passes the last plate to Isolde before making sure all the burners are turned off and putting all the dishes he'd used into the sink. He'd made biscuits and gravy. It was simple and about the only thing he could've made with what they had. He'll go out and do some grocery shopping tomorrow morning, making sure there's some good freezer stuff stocked up for next time they come.
"Hey, do you know where the corkscrew is?" Donny asks him as he walks in, heading straight for the wine cart. Which was completely empty save for the wine and champagne glasses on it.
"Yeah, right here." Lance says, grabbing it out of a nearby drawer. "Whatcha need it for?" He asks curiously.
The redhead starts gathering champagne glasses, sending a wide grin Lance's way. "You're boyfriend brought us the wonderful gift of alcohol!" Lance chokes at the title Donny gave Tristan. Boyfriend. Lucky for him, Donny isn't paying much attention as he tries his best to balance all ten champagne glasses. "Hey, think you could bring that in yourself?"
"Y-yeah, I got it." Lance coughs. Donny then walks through and into the dining room, leaving him alone in the kitchen.
He'd be lying if he said he hasn't considered the title at least once. He has. Just yesterday, in fact. But...is it too soon? They've known each other for 8 months, but they've only been dating for a week. One single week that's been incredible. And when he imagines giving that kind of title to Tristan, and Tristan giving that same title to him in return, it just feels right. So maybe it isn't too soon for Lance, but what if it is too soon for Tristan? He just isn't quite sure what the right move here is yet.
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and leaves the kitchen, finding that he's the last one to enter the dining room. There's a spot open for him right in between Tristan and Tristan's friend, Chion. The purple-haired man has eyes on him as soon as he enters the room, scrutinising his every move as he walks over to the empty chair. Lance just tries his best to ignore the distrust radiating from the man as he takes his seat. Tristan is currently chatting animatedly with the green-haired man on the other side of him. Lance smiles softly at seeing the two getting along so well.
"Alright! Who wants a drink?" Donny calls, drawing everyone's attention as he picks up the corkscrew that Lance had set on the table.
"Please be careful, Donny." Nasiens pleads.
"Don't worry, I got it." Donny waves him off.
"Yeah, don't worry, Nasiens. Donny learned his lesson from last time, when Anne damn-near beat the shit outta him." Lance teases the man, Gawain, Anne, Nasiens, and Percy snickering at the comment.
"Oh?" Jade raises an eyebrow in amusement and curiosity.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Donny grumbles, pushing the screw into the top of the champagne bottle and pointing the bottle in the direction of the kitchen, holding it close to the doorway. Everyone in the room winces at the loud pop as the bottle is opened. Donny then proceeds to fill everyone's glasses halfway, setting the bottle in the middle of the table and sitting back down.
"Oh! Does this mean we can do a toast?" Isolde says from her spot between Anne and Gawain.
"You should do one." Gawain suggests, elbow on the table and her head resting on her chin as she appears to admire Isolde, a look on her face that Lance hasn't seen in years. Well, that's new. Lance makes a note to keep an eye on that.
"Oh, well," Isolde looks around the table, receiving encouraging looks from everyone. "Well, I guess we should toast to new friends. I think I speak for all of my friends here when I say that we're very hopeful for the rest of the weekend. You all seem so wonderful already and this whole place is beautiful. So, thank you." She finishes speaking with a shy smile, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Cheers!" Tristan exclaims, reaching his glass out to clink against hers and then everyone else's as they all do the same.
From there, everyone begins to eat and dinner is anything but quiet. Everyone's chatting and having fun, though Chion seemed a bit uneasy the whole time. Halfway through dinner, Tristan's hand grabs his under the table and Lance intertwines their fingers together. Tristan turns and beams at him, bringing their hands up to his lips and kisses the back of Lance's. Lance then proceeds to look away and act as if the blush growing on his face isn't there as he continues eating, swearing he hears the prince snicker quietly beside him.
~*~
The next day, almost everyone sleeps in, unsurprisingly, and that includes Tristan. Something else Lance has learned about the man is that when he doesn't have anything to do the next day, he really likes to enjoy his sleep. Lance went and got groceries early on, returning with breakfast for everyone, though it ended up being more like lunch for a lot of them. And then it was collectively decided that they would all head down to the beach, as one does when staying at a beach house.
"So, you remember how you owe me one, right?" Tristan comes up to him and crouches down, his hands resting on his knee and his chin resting on his hands.
"Of course I remember. Why?" Lance asks from his place in the sand, leaning back on his hands and his legs stretched out in front of him to allow the water to run over them. His fingers tap against the sand as he stares back at the silver-haired man. 
Tristan gives him a shy smile. "I think I know what I want you to do."
He tilts his head at him. "Really? Ready to cash in already?" He jokes and Tristan giggles, nodding his head. "Well, what is it, then?"
The prince bites his lip, his body doing a small wiggle motion that Lance finds extremely cute. "Be my boyfriend?" He asks quietly.
Lance's breath hitches and he stares into his eyes, searching them for any hint of joking. All he saw was a mixture of anxiety, hope, and affection. "Is that all? Cause if that's the case, then you really don't need to use your favor to get me to say yes." He says, sitting up and reaching out to grab one of Tristan's hands in his. "I was plannin' on askin' you the same question already." He tells him.
Tristan's eyes light up. "So, is that a "yes", then?" He asks.
"Yes, your majesty, I will happily be your boyfriend." Lance grins at him, the sentence making his heart soar.
Tristan squeals slightly, jumping at him and tackling him into the sand, giving him a kiss that takes his breath away. Lance laughs against his lips and wraps his arms around the shorter man's waist, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. The silverette holds the blonde's face with both hands and deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue over the other man's bottom lip. Lance accepts him, delving into his mouth and sucking on his tongue, drawing a moan out of the prince.
He pulls back and looks down at Lance. "I think I need a shower. Come help me clean up?" He asks coyly.
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Lance whispers. Tristan climbs off of him and stands up, Lance following suit, and Tristan grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers as he leads them back up to the beach house, leaving everyone else to their own fun.
The two of them quickly make their way to their shared bedroom for the weekend, going straight to the connected bathroom. Tristan turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature as Lance goes up behind him, planting kisses down his bare back as he reaches for the waistband of the silverette's swim trunks and pulls them down, sucking and nipping until a mark is left at the base of his spine. He stands back up as Tristan turns around, stepping out of the trunks pooled at his ankles and running his hands down Lance's sides and over his hips until he's pulling Lance's swim trunks down as well. Lance leans down and kisses the prince as Tristan starts walking backwards towards the shower, pulling the other man with him as he steps inside under the spray of water.
Tristan reaches down and grabs Lance's cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip and drawing a groan out of the blonde-haired man. Lance bends down to grab the backs of both of Tristan's thighs, pulling the man up and placing his legs around his waist in one quick motion, causing Tristan to let out a small squeak as his hands latch onto Lance's shoulders. Lance chuckles as he presses Tristan's back to the shower wall. The silverette arches into him, his body instinctively reacting to the cold tile touching his skin, and the action causes his cock to rub against Lance's. Both men moan into the kiss, pressing closer to find that same friction again.
Lance grabs his bodywash from one of the shower shelves, pulling back from the kiss. "I'm supposed to be cleaning you up, right?" He says huskily as he pours some of the soap into his hands, blindly putting the bottle back on the shelf as he keeps his eyes on Tristan.
"Yes, I do believe that was the intention of this shower." Tristan says, smirking as he runs his nails down Lance's chest lightly.
"Thought so." Lance says as he reaches down and wraps his soap covered hand around both his and Tristan's cocks, holding them in a firm grip and giving one, single tug before stopping and Tristan bucks his hips up, trying to get a continuation of the motion. Lance tsks and changes his grip on the prince, instead grabbing tight hold of his hip and pinning it in place.
Tristan gasps and bites his lip. "I love it when you take control." He comments.
Lance gives another tug, this one quicker. "You implying that I usually don't, little prince?" The pet name slips out, something he'd never called Tristan before, but it gets a very noticeable reaction from the other man.
"N-not at all, s-sir." He stutters out, his eyes wide and dark, the absolute furthest thing from innocent.
That flash of heat runs through his body again at being addressed as such and he pumps his fist as he growls out, "Say it again."
"Sir. P-please." The silverette tries to move his hips again.
"Stop squirming, little prince, and I'll give you what you want." He breathes out. Tristan whimpers, but stays still, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Good." The blonde whispers, before making good on his promise, pumping his fist and continuing the motion instead of stopping after just one pass.
Both of them groan and Lance starts moving his hips in time with his fist. Tristan lets out a whine and Lance digs his nails into the prince's hip, a warning for him not to move yet. Lance speeds up the motions of his hand a bit, groaning. "L-Lance. Sir." Tristan's voice is strained and Lance presses their foreheads together.
"Almost there, sweetheart, just wait a bit longer." He pants.
He jerks them both off quickly now, chasing both their highs but his main focus is Tristan in that moment. They both moan together as they get closer, the hot water beating down on them without much notice from either one.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tristan chants, his back arching forward more with each curse and his body starts tensing up, like a coil getting ready to spring, and Lance is feeling much the same way.
"That's it, little prince, let me see you cum." The taller man encourages, and that was all it took for the silver-haired man to fall apart in his arms.
"Oh, Lance!" He shouts, body locking up completely as he cums hard. Lance tries his best to keep watching the beautiful sight unfolding before him, but his own orgasm takes over and his vision blurs as he cries out Tristan's name in return.
Tristan comes down from his high with another whimper, Lance with a soft groan, and both of them become still finally except for the heaving of their chests as they try to catch their breaths. "Damn." Lance says.
Tristan giggles. "I cannot wait to do some more exploring with you."
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A/N: What do you think?? Did you guys like this chapter or no?? Tell me your thoughts, I wanna know!!! I actually got this chapter finished last night but afterwards, I was so tired and felt like I was about to pass out from exhaustion, so I just waited to post this chapter until after I woke up but I woke up much earlier than I planned and Imma prolly go right back to sleep after I finish posting this, ngl. BUT whenever I wake up again, I’ll be working on chapter 6 and chapter 6 will definitely, 100% be out later today, so watch out for that!!! Ily, guys, thank you for reading!!!!
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dailynnt · 6 months
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AGAINST THE RULES
Combination: JungkookxWoman!Manager
Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Girl Reader, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Min Yoongi
Rating: 18*
Genre: ⚤ Get
Tags: from friends to lovers, alcohol, drunkenness, Jungkook idol, reader girl, misbehavior, dirty talk, penetration, passionate kissing, drunken sex
Summary : Controlling myself and not getting feelings for any of the memebers was the number one task. Besides, you're not allowed to do that. The company rules strictly forbid it. But it was with Jungkook that you had the hardest time. Because he always showed special feelings for you, and you stubbornly thought that he was just being caring. You thought that right up until this moment.
From the author: Hi guys. I'm writing another story. The idea I took for this story seemed interesting. Right now it's going to be a short excerpt, a teaser. I hope you will like it and I will soon post the whole story, it will be more than 10 thousand words. Let me know if you like it. Comments are very welcome!
PLEASE NOTE: English is not my native language. If you find mistakes in the text, it may be because I use a translator. Please be patient with me. My work will contain adult content so if YOU are under 18 please do not read.
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Unlike you, Jungkook kept his eyes on you. It was as if he was mesmerized. I don't think he heard half of what you said. Because he was busy looking at you. You were wearing a black top and a long-waisted skirt. Actually, the skirt wasn't too short, it was just above the knees, but to Jungkook, who kept his eyes on your legs, it showed enough of your slender legs. Over the top was a summer raglan that covered your shoulders. Jungkook looked you up and down and concluded that you were too attractive for him to stand there and just stare at you.
After he finished the last sip of whiskey, he put the glass on the table and walked over to you. You were silent as Jungkook approached you. You reflexively began to move away, wanting the distance between you to remain the same. Because when Jungkook was at least a few steps away from you, you felt calmer. You guessed that you might like to feel his closeness and you might give in.
Unfortunately, you couldn't move far away. The ominous wall was almost behind you.
"Manager, why do I feel like you're afraid of me?" - Jungkook asked you. He stopped when he was close to you again. You didn't know it, but Jungkook really needed to be as close as he could be.
"I'm not afraid of you, Jungkook. I just feel comfortable when you keep your distance." - You admitted. Jungkook's eyebrows flew up at your words. Surprise graced his handsome face. You were looking at Jungkook and losing control. Your eyes betrayed the truth. Your eyes fell treacherously to his lips. Jungkook leaned toward you. Your faces were separated by a few centimeters.
"Could you go against the rules of the Manager?" - He asked.
"Yes. But not in your case." - You were adamant. Outwardly, yes. But in your mind, you were already imagining what Jungkook's lips would taste like.
"Why not? Who will know there's something between us?" - He said. Unbeknownst to you, he came even closer.
"It's too risky. You already break the rules too often, Jungkook. And in our situation, it's even worse. Don't think only about yourself and your whims. You need to realize that the connection between us could cost me my job." - You hoped that what you said would have an impact on Jungkook.
"I understand everything. But what am I supposed to do? You're driving me crazy!" - He almost whispered the last words. "You walk around me all caring and beautiful, and I make a titanic effort to restrain myself. You wear those short skirts to make me go crazy. You joke with me about sleeping on the same couch and think it goes unnoticed?" - Jungkook was quiet for a moment. You listened to his deep breathing, the sound of which made your heart beat faster. "You're so close to me right now, and I can't even touch you. Because I respect your space. But you know what? I want to kiss you so badly." - Jungkook confesses. He approaches your lips but doesn't kiss you. You can almost physically feel his lips on yours. "You have to give me permission."
"Permission?" - You whispered. "Am I supposed to say something like 'green light'?" Jungkook chuckled.
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renjiokumura · 3 years
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Love?
Min Yoongi x Plus size reader
Disclaimer: Anything I write is purely fiction.
Tags: Angst, Established Relationship, and cursing.
Summary: Everyone has there limits and Y/N just found Yoongi’s. 
A/N: I write the reader pretty undescriptive. I tend to use female pronouns, so you’ll probably have to specifically ask me for something with male pronouns or gender neutral. But the reader can be any race you are and be related to the characters through adoption or whatever helps you move the story along. I want everyone to feel like they can read my writing.
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The lights were flashing, blood was bumping, and the noises were deafening. There was a thin layer of sweat coating your body, and mixed with the hot lights shining upon you, you glowed. With poise, precision, and wild abandon, you hit every dance move and wreaked the stage. You commanded the stage with your wild energy and your fans loved it. You never thought in a million years you would be preforming as a musical artist, let a lone at MAMA as the opening act. But here you were rapping and singing your songs for your fans. Your new style was a diamond in the rough theme, with flashy accents here, grungy tones there, and punk black filling everywhere else. You are probably wondering how you got here, well it all started a little less than a year ago.
It had been two years into your relationship and on your end, it seemed like everything was going wonderfully in it, but you were very wrong.
You were a sweet doting girlfriend. Ever since you were a child you loved to care and help people as much as you could. That was sweet and all, but some people found that overbearing, that’s why you didn’t have too many friends growing up. You got better at reining it in enough to get a friend, but you still had your moments.
“Y/N, you know he’s busy, so give him some space. The boys will be there for him if something happens so calm down.” Your friend sighed, exasperated with you for staring at your phone instead of enjoying each other’s presence at your favorite café.
“I know, I know. But I still get worried and he hasn’t texted back for about a day and the longest he has ever not responded was an hour.” You looked up at you friend with pleading eyes, “He’s been doing this for a while now and I don’t know why.”
F/N abruptly stood up and snatched your phone out of your hand. “I’m doing this for your own good.” You were staring at her in complete shook as she sped walked out of the café.
“WAIT!” you said running after her. When you finally caught up with her you confronted her actions. “Why did you steal my phone and where are we going?” you asked out of breath.
She smirked looking at you, “Somewhere you can relax,” and looked forwards again walking with a purpose.
Back at the BTS dorm there was tension flowing rampantly. Yoongi had turned his phone off yesterday and it has been off since then. He was already irritated from the soon approaching comeback, and it would only get worst if he turned his phone back on.
It was a known fact that Yoongi was a patient, caring, and overall nice person. Don’t get me wrong, he did have a cold aura but underneath that was a very nice man. But everyone had their limits, and Yoongi was getting close to his.
He genuinely loved his girlfriend and was nothing but grateful of her caring and supporting nature, but it was driving him crazy at the moment.
Currently he was stressing over finishing the last track of their new album, when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” he said not caring who it was.
Jimin poked his head in the door cautiously knowing that his hyung was in no mood for any unnecessary distractions. “Hyung,” he called out nervously, “There has been a change in the schedule today and they need us right now at the dance studio.”
The growl that came from the rapper after did not ease the unfortunate messenger of the bad news from his nervousness. Taking a few calming breaths Yoongi respond to Jimin.
“Ok. Tell them I’ll be ready in 10 minutes, okay?” he said tiredly to his dongsaeng.
Jimin gave him a faint smile and nod then left as quietly as he came.
Thinking this would be a good way to let out some tension he got ready to go to the dance studio, unfortunately it was everything but. On the drive to the studio, he was under the impression that they would make slight adjustments to the dance routines. Instead, when the boys arrived at the dance studio they found out that the choreographer changed about half of the whole dance.
And that isn’t even the worst of it. Yoongi was messing up almost all of the new moves, which resulted in them staying longer. It wasn’t until 4 hours later that the new dance was perfected. The boys left the dance studio at about 9:30 PM and they were exhausted, more stressed then before they got there, and starving. On the drive home some of them took a nap and some were too restless to even let their consciousness slip away and obviously Yoongi was one not taking a nap.
As the boys were making their way back, you were finishing up getting food for the guys, knowing they aren’t taking care of themselves because of the comeback. Not to long ago, you and F/N split ways after leaving a cool new karaoke place you had been dying to go to. On the short walk to the dorms, you were bubbling with excitement to see the boys, especially your boyfriend.
You truly did love him. He was your rock and you were his marshmallow. He made you feel so good about yourself when you were down about your weight and you made sure to be there for him when he needed some help. You guys just worked so well together.
The boys got back to the dorms a few minutes before you, and that was enough time for the storm to start and wreak havoc. As the boys left the car slightly dazed and confused, Yoongi left his phone in the car, but Jungkook noticed and got it.
“Yoongi-hyung,” he called as he walked in the house last.
Yoongi turned around wondering what the maknae wanted but froze a little seeing the younger boy turning on his phone.
“Here you know our higher ups don’t like us having our phones off. Be careful.” He playfully scolded with his bunny smile not knowing what he had truly done.
As soon as the phone was in Suga’s hand, it started blowing up with multiple texts, missed calls, and voicemail notifications. And that is when Min Yoongi finally reached his limit. Shouting curses, he threw his phone lucky missing any of the members and or walls in his anger driven actions.
“I’m sick and fucking tired of her bullshit!” he was pacing at this point wanting to break something but trying to channel his anger in to just shouting. All the other boys were a little terrified at the out burst and didn’t know what to do or what it was about.
“Fuck!” he was stopped facing the boys and unaware of the person who snuck in after Jungkook.
“I mean fucking hell! I can’t do anything without her worrying me with her worrying about me for 5 secs. She’s over bearing, overly sensitive, and just plain annoying. She has been blowing up my phone with constant texts and I’m reaching my wits end with Y/N.” He finally finished his anger fueled confession, not knowing that the last person he wanted to hear it heard every word.
You couldn’t believe you ears. During his whole outburst, you were in the kitchen.  You were about to fix him a plate of food from the dinner you had brought him and the boys but were stopped by the loud volume of his voice. You knew you could be a little much and you came to terms with that even tried to fix it but hearing that the love of your life couldn’t even handle you really hurt.
Your body was visibly shaking with all the emotions running through you, but the most overpowering emotion was heartbreak. Silent tears fell from your eyes and they wouldn’t stop coming. Amazingly you were able to quietly make your way out of the house without being notice. As soon as you were out in the cold with only yourself and your thoughts, you cried hysterically and ran all the way home, running like you never have before.
Meanwhile back at the dorm, Taehyung had caught a waft, during Yoongi’s explosion of angry words, of delicious food. When Yoongi had settled down a little, the vocalist went to find out what the source of the smell was and left towards the kitchen. With Tae’s sudden movement, everyone broke from their stunned states noticing the smell of food and were soon following in behind him, even Yoongi.
Upon arriving to the kitchen, the boys found a big feast packed in multiple containers filled with their favorite foods. They all were confused on where it had come from. On closer inspection they noticed a uncomplete plate filled with some of Yoongi’s favorite foods and all came to the same realization.
“Fuck,” the oldest rapper cursed under his breath. Before anyone could make a move, in the silence, a single text notification was heard that made Yoongi’s blood run cold. Slowly grabbing his phone like it would bite him if he touched it. He unlocked it and saw the last text he would get from her for a long time.
My Love: Enjoy the food. I hope you guys have an amazing comeback. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bother. I promise I won’t anymore.
A/N: I might add more to this but I’m not sure. I just want to get some of my WIPs out there.
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AAA thank u for the tag @kyoshialone this was so fun!!!! rainbow albums!!
Red (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift: red’s been one of my favourite albums since i was like 10, but i remember screaming the lyrics to all too well (10 min version) at a christmas dinner i had with my friends last year and i was like. this is the happiest i have ever been nothing will ever compare to this moment
evermore (and i’m adding folklore too) by Taylor Swift: this was the only thing i listened to for half a year straight last year because it was the only thing my brain could handle they r not even songs to me anymore they are my scrumptious little darlings they r the essence of my soul theyre the only thing i know
Hozier (self titled): there was a period of time when myself and like 3 or 4 other friends were coincidentally learning how to play cherry wine on the guitar and then we all met and someone was like oh i just learned how to play cherry wine and the rest of us were like omg me too!!!! also everything hozier writes mf SLAPS
Manchild by Phum Viphurit: i remember listening to his music while walking around an empty mall with this guy i dont talk to anymore and being like omg. this is the best thing i’ve ever heard, and i listened to it on repeat while visiting my sister overseas and it just reminds me of being 17
Shrek 2 Soundtrack: ok. i genuinely and unironically think that shrek 2 is one of the best movies ever made. like every single song on the soundtrack slaps and i’m pretty sure i know at least 3 quarters of the movie by heart because i’ve watched it so much but i could write books abt these songs
Strangers in the Alps (and Punisher) by Phoebe Bridgers: the most at peace i felt last year was sitting on my best friend’s bed and playing moon song on her guitar, also i remember listening to funeral and saviour complex for the first time so clearly bc i couldnt move for like 5 mins after that LOL i was just staring at my wall
Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens: okay this is one of my favourite albums ever and it feels v personal bc i found it at a time when i really needed it and it just felt like one of those really strange but good coincidences yknow, also it sounds like flowers to me idk how to explain it
Bury Me at Makeout Creek by Mitski: i think first love / late spring is my fav mitski song ever and i would give an arm and a leg and my hotpot pot to listen to that and last words of a shooting star for the first time again
Be The Cowboy by Mitski: i rmb singing washing machine heart REALLY badly while skyping my best friend and she made a tiktok about it and it was the hardest i’d laughed in a long time
tagging anyone who wants to do it!!
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cinnaminsvga · 4 years
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Hug-o-gram Preview | Yoongi
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“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 
“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 
“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.
{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending “hugs” to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}
→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to *o*e him, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: anticipated 10-12K  → a/n: who the fuck am i... why am i writing so much??? let’s all thank miss kwaranteen for that, my friends. but what’s with the fluff, you ask? thank miss @jincherie​ for that because her weak heart can’t handle angst so i have to use my limited fluff muscles to write this for her... anyway idk when this is coming out but its probs soon,, enjoy this lil snippet i guess LMAO 
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“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…
Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…
It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.
“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.
“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.
“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.
“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.
Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.
As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.
“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.
Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.
“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.
“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.
Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–
“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.
“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.
Back to the matter at hand––
“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.
From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbow. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”
“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.
Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.
He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.
There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.
It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––
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armywriter2605 · 4 years
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Theirs - Chapter 6 - OT7 x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU! BTS; Yandere AU! BTS; Angst; Fluff; Smut; OT7 x Reader
Warnings: Cursing; Mature Content ; Mentions of abuse and bullying; Yandere BTS; Gore; Oral sex (female and male receiving)  Stalking; more to be added throughout the series
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Three days had passed since you found out what your best friends’ job was. The seven of them were acting like it never happened. Like they didn’t work for a mafia and didn’t hurt people, yet you couldn’t let it go. It was stuck in your mind. The sweet guys you fell in love with had revealed a side you didn’t know existed. Although that had happened, they were still your best friends, at least, you wanted to believe that. They were still the guys you met years ago, the same ones who were there for you through all your ups and downs.
You woke up with a headache, uncommon for you since you rarely had headaches at all. None of the boys had been coming to your room and sleep with you, which unconsciously was a stress reliever for you. You had known these 7 guys for so long, being close to them every single day. It was weird for you not to. Of course, they acted like nothing much had happened yet there was still some tension. Especially between you and Taehyung. You had barely directed any words to them, and now the feeling of guilt was starting to hit you right across the face. Had you overreacted? Was the tension between you and not only Taehyung, but all of the boys on you? Like they said themselves, they were still the boys you met at the arcade. They were the same boys who promised to take care of you and protect you at all costs. Was it you fault they were doing these things and went down this path?
You stood up from your bed and put a hoodie on, which belonged to one of the guys. That was one of the many advantages of always being so close to them during high school years. The endless number of possible hoodies you could borrow and use. You put socks on and walked to the bathroom, leaving for the kitchen once you were done. You sighted all of the boys eating in silence. Some were looking at their phones while others simply stared at the white painted walls, lost in their own world.
You let out a sigh, the headache making it almost impossible to talk. The brightness coming through the windows was making it even worse. It almost felt like you were hangover, the only difference was that you had not drunken a thing last night.
“Angel, good morning.” You heard Hoseok say as he looked up from his phone, putting it to the side as his attention was now on you. He noticed how Jungkook’s hoodie covered your upper body till your midthighs. You gave him a weak smile as you made your way to the member sitting closest to you, who was Jimin. You looked at him and hugged him tightly from behind, surprising all of the other six boys. Were you finally accepting them and putting the whole talk from the other day behind?
“Hey munchkin, good morning.” His voice was raspy which made it sound like he had just woken up yet there was still the same sweetness you knew. You missed the intimacy you had with them. Only then you noticed how dependent on them you were.
“Minnie, I don’t feel good.” You mumbled into his back, closing your eyes.
All the seven guys looked up once they heard you small voice. You looked so tiny hugging Jimin like your life depended on it. If you weren’t feeling bad, they would find this situation the cutest ever.
“My head hurts so bad. I never wake up with headaches…” Your voice was low and with your face buried in Jimin’s clothes, you couldn’t see the smile the boys had on their faces. You were coming to them in such a vulnerable state which meant you trusted them. In their minds, you clearly wanted them to take care of you and that warmed their hearts. How adorable you were. Although in your head, you simply needed comforting. Your head was killing you and it could be anyone right now, you just simply wanted to feel better soon.
“Come here, princess.” You heard Jin say, opening his arms for you. That made you smile. Jin was always the one who took care of you whenever you were sick. You loved how he made your favorite soup and bought your favorite bread. He always made sure you got better in an instant. As you walked into his arms, Jin rested his palm on your forehead which instantly made you relax.
“You don’t have a fever. I’m sure it’s just stress that’s giving you the headache, princess. How about Namjoon and Yoongi take you to bed while I get you some pain relievers and cook you a good breakfast? You’ll feel better immediately.”
You nodded before turning to Namjoon who carefully picked you up in bridal style. You rested your head against his chest as Yoongi walked in front of you both, opening the door to your bedroom. Yoongi was the first one that laid on your bed, taking the left side of the bed. Namjoon carefully laid you down next to his hyung as he took his hoodie off and made himself comfortable, laying next to you on the right side of the bed. You smiled as you felt Yoongi wrap his arms around your waist and at the same time, Namjoon intertwined his legs with yours. Their warmth immediately comforted you, your headache already getting better.
Namjoon brushed a strand of your hair away from your face, caressing your cheek afterwards. “Rest, baby girl. We’ll wake you up once Jin – hyung is here. Plus, looks like Yoongi-hyung is already ready to sleep although he woke just 30 minutes ago.”
“Shut it, Joon.” You heard the older male say, knowing he was smiling against your back. With that, your eyes closed, Namjoon being the last one you saw before you left for the land of dreams.
3rd person POV ON
As Jin and Hoseok were cooking a breakfast fit for their queen, the three younger members sat around the island in the kitchen. Jimin had a smile on his face as he drank down his juice, remembering how tightly Y/N hugged him.
“She’s still mad at me… she didn’t even look at me.” Taehyung said as he ate his scrambled eggs. He was mad at himself for yelling at her, yet it wasn’t his fault. He needed Y/N to understand how much all of them cared for her, doesn’t matter how. Y/N was their everything, yet it was annoying him how she smiled at Hoseok and Jin but not at him. He wanted her close to.
“Hyung, she wasn’t feeling good. Once she feels better, she’ll come to you. You know she loves you as much as she loves all of us.”
“Jungkookie, she was wearing your hoodie, she hugged Jiminie, smiled at Hoseok-hyung and Jin-hyung and is now with Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung. I also want some affection.”
“And you will get it soon enough, Taehyungie. How about you ask Jin-hyung if you can take the breakfast to her? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it a lot.”Taehyung nodded and turn to the older males that were talking to each other while cutting up some fruit.
“Jin-hyung, do you think I can take the breakfast to Y/N’s room? Or at least help?”
“Of course. I’ll need to clean up anyways. Why don’t you and Jungkook take the breakfast together instead? You’ll need another pair of hands if you wish to take everything without spilling.”
“Thanks!”
Taehyung had now his square smile as he grabbed his phone, staring at his lock screen. It was a picture of Y/N and him at an amusement park, both wearing matching hats. He remembered that day so well. It was three years ago, the day after Y/N got to know she passed her exams. He still remembered the huge smile she had on her face. All the boys had helped her studying till early in the morning even though Namjoon was the one that truly explained most of things to her. Taehyung needed her to understand that their love for her was endless and they weren’t going to let a small detail of what their job was get in their way. Nothing was getting in their way of claiming you as theirs.
About half an hour later, Jin and Hoseok had successfully finished plating everything. They were both extremely happy with it, as it was maybe one of the best breakfasts that had been cooked in this house.
“Okay one of you takes the tray with the food, while he other takes the glass of juice and the medicine. Do not let anything fall or you’ll ruin our whole work.” Hoseok said as he eyed the younger boys who nodded excitedly at their hyung.
“Jimin, you can actually help them. Just open the bedroom door for them so Taehyungie doesn’t try anything funny.”
“Sure, hyung. Let’s go.”
With that, Taehyung took the tray of food that had pancakes, fruit, eggs and much more in it while Jungkook took the fresh orange juice and the pills bottle. Once Jimin opened the bedroom door, Namjoon carefully looked at it, seeing his younger brothers walking in. He smiled as he now carefully started running his fingers through Y/N’s hair.
3rd person POV OFF
You woke up as you heard the clicking of a phone camera going off and long fingers ran through your hair. You carefully opened your eyes, seeing Jimin pointing his phone at you. You let out a quiet chuckle before seeing both Taehyung and Jungkook with what you deduced was your breakfast. It looked extremely good and you were starving. Namjoon kissed your cheek before he stood up. You looked at him questioningly, wondering why he wouldn’t stay right where he was, warming you.
“We have work today, baby girl. We stayed at home these last three days, but we need to do some stuff now, okay? Jungkookie and Taehyungie will stay with you, don’t worry.”
You frowned and simply nodded your head at him before he left the room with Jimin following close behind. You turned to Taehyung and Jungkook before looking at Yoongi, who slept next to you.
“Yoonie, you need to wake up.” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair exactly how Namjoon did for you just minutes earlier.
“Mm…”
“You have work, Yoonie. You need to get up.”
You heard the older male let out a deep grumble before he opened his eyes. He looked at you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “We’ll be back later, love. Eat your breakfast and stay at home. I love you.”
Yoongi gave the younger boys a look before he yawned and got up before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Bye love. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss all of you too. Be careful, please…” You mumbled as you saw him smile and nod, waving his hand and leaving the room, closing the door after him.
You sat up on the bed as Taehyung now placed the food in front of you, smiling widely. He sat next to you where Namjoon once found himself as Jungkook put the juice glass on your nightstand with the pills before he got into the bed, getting under the covers where Yoongi slept soundly just minutes earlier.
“Eat up, sweetheart! Jin-hyung made many things and you need to eat a bit of everything if you want to get better.”
“I’m already feeling better Tae. Sleeping next to Joonie and Yoonie really helped.”
“Still, you need to eat and take the medicine. Just to make sure that headache doesn’t come back. Me and Taehyung-hyung will keep you company all day. We can play games, sleep, watch something together. We’ll have tons of fun.”
You simply nodded your head at Jungkook’s words, before grabbing the fork and knife and eating a bit of the pancakes. “Please help me eat this okay. I can’t possibly eat all of this by myself plus we don’t want to throw any of this away, so start eating Kookie, Taetae.”
Both of them nodded happily as they heard you use their nicknames. As the three of you ate, you heard the front door close signalizing the other boys had left the apartment. About an hour after, you, Jungkook and Taehyung were done eating and making small talk. Your headache was now much better which was good. You were the first one to get up from the bed as you looked at the boys who laid on your bed. “I want to go out! Maybe to the mall or something. It’s such a nice day out too.”
Jungkook was the first one to shake his head, ripping away the smile off of your face. Taehyung soon followed as he gave you a sad smile.
“No can do, sweetheart. You heard Yoongi-hyung. We should stay at home today. Maybe another day, okay? We can have tons of fun inside. There’s this new game that I bought and maybe I could teach y-”
“I want to go out, Tae. Not play some games inside. I want to go out because the weather is nice, and I feel like it. I was inviting you two, but if you don’t want to come, I’ll go by myself.”  
By now, Jungkook was standing next to you. He wasn’t going to let you leave that room until the three of you were on good terms. These three days had been hell for him, he wasn’t going to go three more days with you not talking to them.
“You won’t leave this house, Y/N-ah. It’s for your best plus, you just had a headache. What if you get a headache while you’re out? No. We’re staying.” Taehyung said as he stood up now, looking at you in the eyes
“Stop fucking controlling me. If I want to go, I’ll go!” You slightly raised your voice at him, the bottled-up anger from the previous argument coming out. You were done with them telling how things were going to be instead of consulting you first. It wasn’t fair.
“You’re ours. And you’re not fucking leaving this house, understood? Yoongi-hyung say for you stay inside and you are going to stay inside. Stop making things so damn hard.” Taehyung replied to you in the same tone of voice you gave him, Jungkook simply staring at the both of you bickering back and forth.
“Fuck the both of you!” You yelled as you made your way to the door. Jungkook noticed that and stood tall in front of you, not letting you grab the door handle.
“Oh, you wish, sweetheart. Having the both of us may even be a dream of yours, hm?” You heard Taehyung say from behind you, his breath hitting your neck. At the sound of his voice, you swallowed hard. The anger inside of you had now completely vanished, as your thoughts were now clouded with the sight of Jungkook looking down at you. His pupils were dilated, filled with an emotion you had never seen before on him, lust.
“Right, Y/N? Was this your way of perking our attention? If that is what you wanted you could’ve just told us, right Kookie?” Taehyung’s hands now made their way to your waist, pulling you into him, yet you still faced Jungkook who nodded at his hyung’s words.
You weren’t sure of what say, yet your body knew exactly what it wanted. You rested your head against Taehyung’s shoulder, your neck now completely visible and exposed to the older male. You let out a deep sigh when you felt Taehyung’s warm lips connect to your neck. He carefully placed small kisses on your neck, his tongue brushing your skin every now and then, giving you goosebumps.
“T-Tae…ah…Kookie please…” You unconsciously moaned as you stared into Jungkook’s lust filled eyes. That was enough to drive him crazy, closing the space between you two connecting his lips to yours. To say you were surprised was an understatement. You immediately closed your eyes, focusing on the hungry kiss Jungkook was delivering. It was like he had been wanting this for God knows how long. His force slightly pushed you even closer to Taehyung, who was now leaving red marks on your neck. Jungkook’s tongue asked for permission to enter your mouth and you happily gave it access as your arms were now wrapped around his neck, your fingers on the back of head carefully pulling his hair which caused him to let out low groans from time to time.
“Were you this desperate for us, baby? What would you the others think if they saw you this hungry for us, hm? Such a naughty girl you are.” Taehyung’s voice filled the bedroom, yet your and Jungkook’s heavy breath was right behind once you two broke the kiss.
“Y/N, please stay home with us.” You heard Jungkook say as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, Taehyung’s breath still hitting your neck. You knew you should put up a fight, giving them this win would only make things worse later, yet you couldn’t help it. Jungkook’s eyes were staring at you as Taehyung’s hands held you tightly in place.
“Of course, Kookie.” You mumbled out as Taehyung started planting more kisses on your neck. That made you smile and giggle yet soon after, those giggles turned into quiet moans as Jungkook now pulled you closer to him into a more passionate kiss. You could hear Taehyung chuckle and a shirt being removed from behind you. This was the first time you had ever made out with someone and you had this weird feeling in your stomach. It was like you were nervous yet at the same time you weren’t. You wondered how many times both of them had done this before but at the same time you didn’t want to know. Were you any good at this? What if you’d disappoint them throughout any of this? As you got lost in your thoughts, Jungkook had stopped and stared at you. In his mind he wondered if you didn’t like it as much as he was liking it.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s voice held concern and at the sound of that, Taehyung stopped the magic he was doing on your neck.
“Sweetheart?”
With the both of them echoing their concern, you looked at them. Should you tell them? Or should you just hide it away? You usually never hid anything from them, so it shouldn’t start now, right?
“I…I’m scared. I can clearly see you’ve done this before, and I haven’t. What if you don’t like it? What if the others don’t like it? What if you I disappoint you or disgust you or something like that? What if you stop liking me? I’m just thinking of that. That’s it.” You said all in one breath, looking down at the ground after sitting down at the edge of your bed.
“Wow sweetheart calm down. You said what? Stop liking you? That’s impossible. You are perfect for us; all we’ve ever wanted. You don’t see how much Jungkookie there was enjoying it? I swear to God he was about to cum in his pants.” Taehyung said, laughing. At the sight, you smiled. Was Jungkook really liking it?
“I was not about to cum in my pants, Tae. Anyways, we love you cutie. How could we stop liking you after this? If anything, we like you even more now. Yes, we’ve done this before a couple of times. Not tag teaming a girl together, but even so you are the best of the best. You’re everything we want and whenever we did anything, you were the one in our minds.”
“Jungkookie is right. Whenever I did anything, you were the only one in my mind. And the others will love to know that you’re opening up to us in this way. They’ll be mad that it was with us and not them, but believe me, you will never disgust us or disappoint us. Never.”
You smiled at their words and got up. With your newfound confidence, you slammed your lips on Taehyung’s. His hands were quick to pull you close to him as he kissed you back. You smiled against his lips as you noticed Jungkook taking his shirt off as well. Jungkook took Taehyung’s early place behind you, pulling you down to sit on his lap on the bed as Taehyung towered the both of you now.
“God baby. You’re so beautiful. So so beautiful and all ours, right? Ours to keep forever.” Taehyung’s voice was low as he went down on his knees in front of you and started placing kisses on your bare legs.
“You see what you’ve done to Tae, cutie? You have him on his knees. Do you understand how much we love you now? We love you more than anything. When I saw you walk out of your bedroom today in my hoodie, you had me so weak. I just wanted to take you right there in front of the hyungs. I had to control myself so much.”
“Ah…you have me here now, Kookie.” You let out a moan as you felt Taehyung now kissing your thighs. Jungkook turned your face to the side, planting his lips on yours once again. The both males fought for your attention in different ways and your mind was going crazy with the amount of pleasure you could feel with just kisses. At the same time, you tensed up a bit as Taehyung started pulling the hoodie up. What was he going to do?
“May I, baby?” You heard Taehyung’s voice deep voice ask as he looked up to you. As both your tongue and Jungkook’s fought for dominance, you gave him a quick nod. You trusted these boys with everything. They’d been there for you since you were young. You couldn’t feel more comfortable than you already felt.
At your nod, Taehyung pushed your hoodie up and he now kissed your inner thighs. At each kiss, you shivered. Your thighs were at a room temperature, yet Taehyung’s mouth was warm. His wet kisses only made you crave for more. Jungkook noticed how his hoodie was now revealing more of your skin which only drove him crazier. He smirked as one of his hands found its way inside the hoodie, covering one of your breasts.
“Tae, her nipples are hard. She’s loving this.” He mumbled our before he attacked the other side of your neck, placing kisses of his own as he fondled your breast.
“Is that true, baby? You enjoying our attention? You have no idea how hard you have me. Let me pleasure you even more, baby. Let me and Jungkookie take care of you, okay?” Taehyung asked as he carefully removed your underwear and tossed it aside.
“Okay, Tae.” You said in between breaths as you kept your eyes closed, your head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder. Taehyung smirked and looked at your face before he eyed and Jungkook and nodded his head.
In a quick moment, Jungkook’s hands held your thighs, opening your legs as Taehyung now brought his tongue to your slit. At the warm feeling, you gasped as you looked down at the older male who now licked your slit while the younger male kept your legs wide open.
“Oh my god, Tae…”
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Look at how Tae is eating you out, Y/N. Look at how is tongue is hungrily licking your opening. Keep your legs open for us, cutie.” You heard Jungkook say as on of his hands now moved towards your pussy, his middle and index finger now connected to your clit, carefully rubbing it.
“Kookie!” You let out a louder moan as now Taehyung pushed his tongue inside of you. You couldn’t believe how good it actually felt, having both of them do their wonders on your body. Your mind was completely blank as you focused on the pleasure you were feeling. You knew you wouldn’t last long while both males had their hands on you so just five minutes later you could feel your body reaching its limit.
“Ah…It feels so…Tae, Kookie I’m close.”
You heard Jungkook’s low chuckle before he moved his fingers faster while Taehyung moved his tongue in and out of you even faster. It was your first time ever letting anyone touch you, but it was probably the best you’d ever felt. It wasn’t long until you arched your back and let out a loud moan.
“You taste so sweet, Y/N. I could have you to breakfast, lunch and dinner every single day, sweetheart.” You barely heard Taehyung as your heavy breathing as the feeling of climax clouded you.
Jungkook soon stopped his fingers, bringing them into his mouth. “You’re right, Tae. So damn sweet.”
You rested your whole body on Jungkook’s as you opened your eyes, a smile curling your lips. At the sight, both boys smiled widely. Not only were they happy that they made you feel so good, they smiled at the thought of how they’d tell their hyungs how they’d been the first ones to make your orgasm. That was a clear win for the maknae line. On the other hand, you were smiling because they’d been the first ones to touch you. You were happy it had been one of the seven guys you held so dearly. You wondered how things would be between all of you, but they promised you they wouldn’t stop liking you and that was enough for you. Or was it?
You were so lost in your world you didn’t realize you were now laying on the bed, Taehyung and Jungkook removing their pants and underwear. “Take care of us too, Y/N-ah.” You heard Jungkook say as he brought into your view his cock. It wasn’t crazy big, or crazy thick. Both his and Taehyung’s were what you’d say was average, yet the sight of them had your legs tremble. You carefully nodded your head as Jungkook brought his member now closer to your mouth and Taehyung held one of your hands and guided it to his own cock, wrapping it around it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, sweetheart. How many times I imagined your hands around it instead of my own…” You heard Taehyung roughly as you opened your mouth, carefully taking Jungkook’s own cock into your mouth. You closed your eyes and carefully started bobbing your head up and down, moving your hand at the same rhythm. It wasn’t long until both Taehyung and Jungkook moaned and groaned, only making you want to do it more and better. You wanted to drive them over edge just like they did with you and it wasn’t long until the youngest male was moaning louder, rocking his hips against your mouth making you gag each time.
“Y/N-ah…ah…I’m going to cum if you don’t stop…” At the sound of that, you tried your best to keep going as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You weren’t going to stop now.
“Baby…fuck…keep going…” Taehyung groaned closing his eyes. You knew both were close and your suspicions were proved right when, without a warning, Jungkook shot inside your mouth, followed by Taehyung cumming allover your hand. You tried your best to swallow every last drop that tinted your mouth, yet the taste was more bitter than you were expecting.
“You swallowed it? Fuck baby…I was going to apologize but now I can’t. That was so hot.” Jungkook said from behind you, kissing your forehead before heading to the bathroom to grab a towel.
“Sweetheart, you just gave me the best orgasm ever. It was so fucking good. Thank you so much.” Taehyung smiled at you before pulling his underwear up. “I’ll go grab you a new hoodie, yeah? Or do you want to take a bath? Maybe eat? Drink something?” As Taehyung numbered all things he could do for you and Jungkook walked into the bedroom with a towel and fully clothed, you heard the front door opening.
“Angel, we’re back!”
 Preview Chapter 7
“We were gone for 3 hours”
“Is that cum dripping down her hand?”
“If this is going to work, then no more secrets.”
“I love you all so much.”
“My parents are calling…”
“Are you done whoring around?”
“You’re trying to take her from us? She’s fucking our so you two better fucking lay low. We won’t have any problems getting rid of you.”
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Not Strong Enough [Part 2]
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: You loved dean. He was your everything. You follow him anywhere but what happends when the hunter tells you what you always wanted to hear.
Tagged list @holylulusworld @katymacsupernatural @hauntedartqueen @ltsaradharkness @deanwanddamons @donnaintx @sandle44
Warning: tear jerker/ fluffy/ some flirting/ some angst/
Fyi : i gotta carried away plus im not sure if it okay give me so reviews comment reblogg do what you do thanks
Hours had passed since dean left your hotel room sitting on the floor holding yourself. You knew in your heart he wasnt good for you but you didnt care he was the one man who held you when you were scared made you laugh when you needed it.
Tears flowing your heart beating so fast it was ready to pop out. Tears blurrying your vision you cloudnt help it. You were slowly falling asleep soon everything went dark.
Few hours later your eyes slowly started to open. As they opened you wonder what happened. You find your self in a warm bed.
"What the hell" you wonder to yourself. You look over to your left and your mouth opens wide. Its none other then dean laying next to you. You slowly start to move when you miss a step and a loud thud happends. Dean wakes up in a instant and points his gun at you. Seening you stare at him putting the gun and sighs laying back in bed rubbing his hand down his face.
"Hey sweetheart told you i would be back' he says flashing that smile that almost knocks the wind outta you.
"I saw you fell asleep on the floor when i came back so i though i be nice and put you in bed. He says smiling at you.
"I promise i was a good boy" he says winking at you.
You smile at him and returning to the bed. You look up at him as his green apple eyes sparkle.
You knew you wanted him right there and then. He was the man that made you feel dangerous and free. You couldnt resist his smile. Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear the veins in your body moving.
"Soooooo' he says clicking his tounge. You smile at him. Dean moves closer to you. You can feel the heat rise in your body. As he moves inches from you.
'Princess" he says. You close your eye tighly. You remember the name he gave you when you first met. It was a vampire hunt. You were the last survivor of your family. When dean found you all your clothes were soaked in blood. Tears in your eyes. You werent moving just a blank stare. It broke his heart to see you like this. He promised to help you slowly come out of your shell. He moved you into the bunker cleaned you up. Everynight he would talk to you and ask if you were okay all he got was blank stares and nothing. Slowly but surely you came out it.
Dean moves his left hand up to your cheek rubbing his thumb along your swollen lip. Feeling the sensation heat raiditing through your body. Closing your eyes trying your best not to fall for his charm like you did.
"Princess please talk to me" you look him straight in the eyes tears pouring your face. Staring at his lips. You move closer but push him away.
[Y/n) whats wrong" he says looking at you hurt.
'Dean i cant do this with you again i cant" you say tears streaming down your face.
'Do what" he says looking at you.
'We keep playing this game dean and i cant anymore' you say practical yelling at him.
"Princess you knew the deal when i needed someone you would do anything for me" he says getting up and putting his shirt on.
'Well excuse me i am not just someone you can dip and dash dean" you scream at him.
"Well you should have though about that before you came into my bed that one night. He says yelling at you.
"So me being scared that night was an invite to lets be sex partners.
"You know what im leaving you will never change dean" you say grabbing your keys and heading out the door.
Before you make it dean grabs your wrist and pins you to the motel wall. You look up at him to see angry pain sadness in his eye. You try to push him off only to have him push more weight.
'DEAN LET ME GO" you screaming smacking him and hitting him and he just stares and you and holds your grip and looks at you.
"NO' HE says. In a spilt second he went from pinning you to the wall to holding you tight. You werent sure what was going. You can feel the hug getting tighter. In a sense you could feel dean was scared to let go because if he did you disapear. You and dean held eachother close for about 10 mins. You were about to say something when.
Dean pulls you away from the hug looking up you see tears forming in his eyes. He smiles at you. Placing his fore head against yours his breath hitching.
"I cant let you go princess" he says smiling and crying. Moving his hand up your cheek.
"If i let you go baby i dont think i will be able to breath again" he says holding your face in his.
"Princess i know im not the best at these things and i am not even sure what this feels" dean says wiping away your tears.
'Dean" you say.
He walks over to the bed. He sits on the king size bed. Rubbing his nose. Clicking his tounge.
"Princess before i met you nothing made sense. Living this life is not something any one should have. He says shaking his head.
Walking over to him you sit beside him you can see the pain and heartache. It was so hard see ning the man you love so broken bruised and trying to keep it together.
"For the longest time it was sam and me kid. He says looking up at you.
"Then that night when i saw you scared and bloody i promised myself that i wouldnt let anything else happen to you. He says sniffling.
"Dean" you say placing your hand in his as he holds it and places a kiss.
"When you came into my bed that night was when i knew i fell in love with you. He says looking down at the floor.
"I knew i loved you [y/n] but knowing my life style and having you was my weakness" he says
"Baby i couldnt let anything hurt you because if i lost you i knew a part of me would never be whole"
"Princess you are my home and my world you are what drives away the evil. He says smiling at you.
you move closer to him. His face against yours moving his hand up against your face. He smiles at you.
''Is it okay if i kiss you' he says running his thumb along your lip. You nod at him.
Inches away from each other feeling the heat between you both. Soon you feel his lip against yours. You both break apart.
"You still got it baby" he says winking at you.
The end or is it i may turn this into a series not sure yet. But i have more tear jerker angst on its way so look out for that sam cas not sure yet
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Zero to Six ~ Final Chapter.
So this is it, the last chapter. Thank you to everyone that has shown Zero to Six so much love and support, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to finish this without you guys. Unfortunately I think the only way I’ll come back to this is if another movie comes out, BUT I’m willing the next time I’m in a Ben Hardy phase to write about how Zero/Scout came to be with One and how she first met the team, that is something I want to explore.
I’m in the mist of writing a Poe Dameron story (Star Wars) so if we have any Poe stans up in here, message me and I’ll tag you when that’s up. I’ve learnt my lesson from posting this story, and I will be writing it all first before posting :’).
Thank you all again, I love you all so much. See ya <3
Warnings: Swearing, Violence.
tags: @i-am-sarah​​​ , @whothefuckstolemykeds​​​ , @drowsyrrog​​​ , @culturefiendtrashqueen​​​ , @rogue-barnes-16--main-account​​​–main-account , @alliwantfromyouistomakelovetome, @valerie-weasley​​​ , @sueeatstheworld​​​ , @bleona2808​​​ , @pippin248​​​ , @myfatbottomedgirls​​​ , @httpfandxms​​​ , @cooliosmosh​​​ , @speckles-s​​​ , @walking-disgrace​​​ , @itsmeaudrieee​​​ , @fight-the-freaking-fairies​​​ , @irrelevant-pumpkin​​​ , @captain-sparkles-who​​​ , @podcasts-8-my-heart​​ , @foulvintagenature​​​ , @imjustboredso​​​ , @loophoria​​​ @tealaquinn​​
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He raised the knife to slash my face but I lifted my arm up just in time.
“AHH.” The knife slashed deep into my forearm.
I kicked out in frustration, managing to knock the knife out of his hand. It slid across the deck and stopped by the edge of the pool.
I looked up from it to see the guy Four was fighting with shove him into the pool.
I gasped, at the sound the guy in front of me turned back. I looked at him, then back at the knife.
We both jolted forward, I was much smaller which meant I got to it faster but he’d managed to take me down to the floor by jumping surrounding his arms around my waist. 
We both hit the ground pretty hard, as fast as I could I began reaching for the knife that I could almost just about touch with my finger nail.  The guy got up to his knees and turned me around, straddling my waist.
He proceeded to put his hands around my neck, chocking me.
I could hear distant splashing and cries. How was it that I was being strangled, all the air leaving my lungs yet the only concern I had was getting to Four before something terrible happened to him.
I started reaching for the knife again, it was hopeless I knew this. The new position he’d put me in made the knife even further away. Tears started leaking as I stared to make horrible chocking sounds.
But then a cold metal brushed my finger tips, I fumbled around and managed to grab the handle of the knife. Stabbing the guy in the chest he finally let me go.
I gasped out, taking in all the oxygen I could. Pushing the guys now lifeless body to the side of me.
I got up realising that some how Four had managed to nudge the knife in my direction. Four!
I looked around and found him wrestling with a guy near the glass doors. I hobbled over and trapped the guy between us.
He just smiled and came at me, I ducked the first blow kicking him in the side. Four took his shot and tried punching him in the throat but the guy grabbed him by his jacket and shoved him against the glass. Four fell to the floor saving himself by rolling forward.
I tried to take a blow to the guys head but he managed to backhand me, I stumbled back. Wiping my bleeding lip I looked up to see him going after Four again. He kicked him to the floor, I was exhausted but I made my way to them again.
“Four.” One came through on coms.
“Help me!” I closed my eyes, holding down the sob. 
“Give me a hint buddy.”
I rushed over as fast as my defeated body would let me, the guy had started hitting Fours head off the pool stairs.
I ran at him. “AHHH.” I tackled him and we both tumbled forward.
I landed at the side of the guy dazed.
He climbed on top of my back and held my head to the deck. 
“Fuck you.” he whispered in my ear.
I cried as he pulled my hair back painfully then proceeded to smash my face into the deck.
He must have managed 3 strikes before I felt him being ripped off of me. I tried to fight to stay conscious by the darkness was coming and there was no way of stopping it.
When I came to the first thing I saw was a beaten looking Four.
“Hey.” 
I was laid with my head in his lap in what I guessed was the helicopter, he was stroking my hair softly.
“Hey.” He smiled at me, I swear I’ve never seen something so beautiful.
“What happened?” He just beamed at me. I looked at him suspiciously. “Did you finally deck me?”
Now everyone laughed. “No, not yet.” 
I reached up putting one had behind his head, his eyes were glassy like he was going to cry. I just sighed in relief and smiled at him. Grabbing the back of his head I brought him down to smash our lips together.
After a moment I released him but he kept his face close to mine. A tear had leaked down his cheek, I brought my hand around to wipe it away and stroke his cheek.
“Finally act, get ready.” We all looked at one as he prepared to open the door.
I sat up and moved to the other door, Four moving down with me keeping his arm around my waist.
Rovach entered, to say he was shocked was an understatement. The scumbag thought he’d gotten away.  He thought wrong.
Honestly even after everything he’d done, dropping him off for the people to beat him till he died still didn’t seem right to me. But I wasn’t going to let myself be taken over by them thoughts.
My family was safe, we’d all come back from this alive. One had certainly Saved mine and Billy’s life which meant he had come back for us. Billy was safe, and he was beside me staring at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
That’s what I was going to let consume me instead.
One week after.
“Come on let’s go.” The bed sheets were cruelly ripped from my body.
“No I’m too comfy!” I snuggled back into the pillow refusing to move.
“Don’t make me do this the hard way.” 
I peeked one eye open to find Billy standing strong at the end of the bed, arms crossed.
I sat up a little staring daggers at him. “Try me monkey boy.” 
I fully expected him to just pounce on me but he reached out and grabbed my ankle pulling me down the bed.
“Listen here you little shit.” he leaned over me. “If you’re not out in 10 mins, I’m going to come back in here and you won’t like me when I’m angry.”
“Is that a threat? or a promise?” I smirked at him.
He leaned in closer, his lips grazing mine. “Get dressed before I dress you myself.”
Without kissing me he stalked out of the cabin. I just stared open mouthed at where he’d stood, then pouted at the door. I should get dressed or he really will come back.
I made it with one second to spare. I walked to the plane where all the meetings are held, the one with the little ghost on the side.
God I loved that little fella, but today Billy was standing in front of him.
“Glad to see you could finally make it.” He was simply resting against the plane, arms crossed but he made it look so hot.
“Shut up, If you weren’t so far up One’s ass you’d still be in bed with me.” I walked in the entrance and down the corridor.
But Billy grabbed a hold of my waist and backed me up against the wall. My hands on instinct went straight to the back of his neck.
“There’s no other place I’d rather be than in bed with you, but you know how he is.” He smirked and leaned his forehead on mine.
“I know, he’s a asshole.” 
He leaned forwards and connected our lips. “I know.”
“If I come out there and y’all are making out I’m going to flip.” 
At first One let the sappiness between me and Billy slide, but that wore off quickly. We went back to just annoying him.
“Calm yourself, where here.” We both walked in sitting around the table.
“We need to talk.” One said.
“Well this can’t be good.” what also made me suspicious was that me and One were the only ones called to a meeting.
“After what happened in Tokyo and on the boat I don’t want you in the field, I want you back on Coms and security.” One said getting up and looking at the information hung on the walls.
My smile dropped. “One, I know I got injured both times. But I really helped Four on that boat, I proved more than enough times that I’m capable.” 
“I know but I don’t want you out there.”
“Why! why won’t you let me have this.” I started to feel the anger boil inside of me.
“Because I care okay.” He slammed his hands on the table across from me. “Fine I’ll admit it, I care deeply for the whole team. How could I not I’m still human. But it’s something I needed to do for the good of the missions. But you, you’re like a daughter to me.” 
This took me aback. 
“You were so broken when I found you, I think in a way you helped me more that I helped you. I just want to keep you safe, I know you’re brave and strong. Maybe one day when we’ve trained you to the highest levels I might let you on a odd mission. But right now I need you safe.” 
I hadn’t even noticed that I’d started to cry until something wet fell on my hand in my lap.
“I can’t promise you that I won’t complain. But thank you.” I smiled at him through the tears.
“I was going to put you back in the flats.” 
“Hell no.” Billy shot up.
One stared daggers into the man. “BUT I talked to the rest of the team.”
“And even if he did put you back in the flats by yourself we’d always work out where you were and come to annoy you.” I turned to see Three walk in followed by the rest of the team. “Hell Four would probably move in with you.”
I laughed wiping my tears away, Three came up and back hugged me. “There’s no way where letting you go now, Imagine how annoying Four would become, moaning about how much he misses you.” 
Four reached over and smacked Three’s arm. “Ouch!” 
He kissed the top of my head and went to stand by Two. She was beaming at me. 
“Guess I’m not going anywhere then.” I reached for Fours hand and interlocked our fingers.
We smiled at each other.
“Here’s to our happy family.” Five said hugging Seven.
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winetae · 5 years
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⇾ what you did last summer (m).
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⇁ female reader x yoongi
⇁ smut, trophy wife!au
⇁ slowburn, dom!yoongi, age difference, consensual non-monogamy, power imbalance, semi-public sex, objectification, face-fucking, derogatory language and possessive behavior during sex, creampie, cum marking, unsafe sex, everyone is kind of slutty, not as wildt as warnings may imply 
⇁ unnecessarily long for a pwp. 33.8k. phew.
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Yoongi was fine with a lot of things—you maxing out his credit cards to buy ridiculously expensive items of clothing that you never wore more than once, you taking out his newest ride for a spin without permission, you spending an extra thirty minutes on your hair and makeup when he was running late for a dinner function. 
What he was not okay with, however, was you sharing your pussy with barely-out-of-college boys who were incapable of going five seconds without creaming their pants.
No, that was where he drew the line.
↳ alternatively titled; How to Get Dick - an autobiography written by (you) 
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author’s note | while this fic does contain a semblance of plot, the focus is more on characterization which i understand can make for a boring read. also note that i have done (0) research and despite having owned a pool, still to this day do not know how to clean one. 
written for 1 of my closest friends @tayegi as the most belated bday gift to have ever been gifted. ily :( ty for having passionate naruto-related discussions w/ me at 6am. u r the real deal ! 
(!) pls read the warnings. uncomfortable subject matter if delved in too deeply. tbh i didn’t know how to tag. also yoongi is older in this fic - an age gap is there and implied although none of the characters’ ages are specified. 
song inspo: needy - ariana grande. that’s all! enjoy! hopefully! /cries
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{THURSDAY. 10:23 am.}
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“Hi, um, I’m Jungkook.”
The man shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling all sorts of self-conscious.
In stark contrast to his casual appearance, you looked neatly put together, not a strand of hair out of place. His well worn jeans and simple white tee looked terribly shabby in comparison to the tailored cream colored dress that hugged your figure. Jungkook didn’t need to check the original price tag or the label stitched onto the fabric to know that your outfit was Expensive (with a capital E for emphasis).
Doubt made his stomach turn. Had there been a dress code stated somewhere in the job description? Given Jungkook’s disposition, it didn’t seem very likely that he had overlooked such a crucial detail. He was the type to obsess over the smallest details, always double-checking everything before giving the go ahead.
Yet despite all of the precautions he was certain he had taken, Jungkook was unable to shake off the feeling of being disgustingly underdressed.
Worry bubbled in the pit of his stomach. His palms began to sweat as his gaze flitted back and forth between the pale pink freshwater pearls hanging off your neck and the clothes he had haphazardly thrown on this morning.
Well at least they were ironed, he mused. It was but a small consolation—the denim was faded from one wash too many and the frayed holes near his kneecaps made his jeans look tattered. Had he known the neighborhood would be this posh, he would have chosen his outfit with greater care. Right now he regretted not putting in more effort, if only to blend in with his surroundings. As he was now, he looked distinctly out of place. Almost as ridiculous as Samsung’s CEO taking a leisurely stroll through the downtown dollar store.
Jungkook half-expected you to take one glance at him, upturn your nose and slam the polished oak door in his face. In his panicked state, a number of embarrassing scenarios reeled through his mind, each one filling him with nauseating dread.
It was your expectant expression that snapped him out of his daze. He slowly blinked back into focus, realizing he had paused for a few seconds too long, and he cleared his throat.
A smile stretched across his face, not quite of the genuine kind. He squared his shoulders for good measure, doing his best to conceal the stress shaking up his insides.
“My name is Jeon Jungkook. I spoke to Mr. Min on the phone yesterday. I was expected to arrive at ten thirty?” His voice rose a little at the end, uncertain. It hadn’t been meant to be phrased as a question but his nerves made his voice quiver.
“Ah, yes, of course. And right on time, too.” Jungkook had made sure of it; he despised running late. “Nice to meet you, I’m ______,” you greeted, voice as smooth as velvet.
He tried not to openly stare because wow. Your blinding smile looked straight out of a Colgate advertisement, a tad too white to be completely natural.
Once again, you had him feeling self-conscious and all too aware of his own, less than perfect appearance. Whether it was the anxiety or the scorching heat beating down his back—or an unpleasant mix of both—a film of perspiration formed over his skin, leaving him sticky and uncomfortable.
Jungkook discreetly wiped off his palms against his denim clad thighs before taking your outstretched hand in his.
Despite your small size, your grip was surprisingly firm. If you noticed how abnormally clammy his hand was, you refrained from commentary. Instead, you held the door open a bit wider and ushered him inside the imposing abode.
“You can follow me. I’ll show you around to the back.”
He gave a little jerky nod and let you take the lead. For a moment, all he could hear was the nervous beat of his heart and the steady click-clack of your heels against the immaculate white floor tiles.
Jungkook blushed, quickly turning his head the moment he caught himself staring at your swaying hips. He wet his lips, his eyes darting around for any kind of distraction.
Inwardly, he scolded himself as he pinched the bit of flesh between his thumb and index finger.
Workplace crushes were never a good idea. Wasn’t it, like, written down in the code of conduct or something? It didn’t even have to be a rule. It was just common sense.
And Jungkook had no plans to fuck this job up. Summer jobs that paid this kind of money were scarce and hard to find. For someone like him who needed the money desperately, this job was a godsend, one that he would never dare pass up.
From the moment he had set foot onto Mr. Min’s property, Jungkook had realized that this wouldn’t be anything like his other part-time jobs that had consisted of repainting his neighbor’s fence and watering Mrs. Anderson’s flowers whenever she left town to visit her son. But this? This wouldn’t be just another pool cleaning job, that was for sure.
For one, the mansion, like every house in the vicinity, reeked of money. In his eyes, they all seemed to be competing against each other, with ridiculous, Disneyland-esque shaped hedges and wide, winding driveways capable of fitting several imported cars at a time. On the drive over, Jungkook had even spotted a marble fountain planted in the middle of someone’s front yard, clear water spouting out of a cupid’s arrow. He half expected peacocks and other exotic animals to parade across their lawns like some kind of zoo.
He could only assume that most of these ostentatious properties were owned by business tycoons or AAA-list celebrities. He cast a glance around as he tried to guess which of the two categories his employer belonged to.
To his dismay, there was nothing that particularly stood out to him. In all honesty it was…a little underwhelming. Jungkook had been expecting something jaw dropping in its obnoxiousness but he could spot no cupid fountains or gigantic aquariums built in the wall or pet tigers in gilded cages.
Mr. Min, whoever he was, seemed to favor subtlety. There were no life-sized cutouts of his person, no trophy collection showing off his achievements. The walls were painted an off-white, only decorated by the occasional painting. There were no family portraits, no personal belongings indicating that a person actually lived and breathed in this house. If he hadn’t known beforehand, Jungkook would have believed himself to be in some fancy hotel, not a home.
But the lack of personal ornaments did nothing to quell Jungkook’s growing curiosity. Questions whizzed through his brain. Was his employer a successful plastic surgeon? The living space somewhat reminded him of his dentist’s waiting room. Very clinical and clean. Then again, there was really no telling who he was working for. Maybe they were one of those Wolf of Wall Street stock brokers that owned dozens of unused vacation homes. Or, perhaps, Mr. Min happened to be one of those top-of-the-food-chain entertainment producers… His name did sound awfully familiar for some reason he couldn’t—
Jungkook hadn’t even realized his footsteps had slowed down, too caught up in his thoughts.
“You enjoy art?” The sound of your voice roused him from his ruminations. He jumped, head snapping in your direction so fast his neck throbbed.
Your head was tilted in what seemed to be—interest? The angle drew attention to the slope of your neck and for a few short seconds, Jungkook freaked out, wondering if it was normal to find the delicate curve of someone’s neck attractive. Was that too weird? Luckily he hadn’t been outright staring but he could still feel the tips of his ears heat up in embarrassment.
A beat passed as he finally registered your question. Did he like—? Oh. Somewhat belatedly, he realized that you had been talking about the work of art hung up on the far right wall. He must have been staring at it earlier without noticing. Was it a painting? A sculpture? He scratched his neck, not really knowing how to identify it. He couldn’t tell what it was supposed to represent, either, no matter how long he examined it.
“Not particularly... I mean,” he quickly backtracked, suddenly worried this was some kind of test. “I like it, I just don’t know much about it.”
It was easier to settle for honesty. Lying had never been his strongest suit. Besides, as much as he’d like to impress you, he had no actual knowledge to show off. And he’d rather be ignorant than a liar. Knowledge—well, he could always catch up on and learn what he didn’t know. Trust, however, was hard to earn back when lost.
“I find certain pieces nice to look at but my appreciation for art is rather superficial.”
Although you covered it well, he could tell you were slightly put off by his answer, almost as if you had been expecting something else. Jungkook worried his bottom lip, nervous he had said the wrong thing.
“I see...” Your eyes slid over to the artwork. “Beauty is subjective, isn’t it? Art is supposed to adhere to those rules, too. Some people will find this pretty, some won’t. And yet... It’s not that simple, either. Who assigns value to a piece? The artist or the consumer? I wonder about that sometimes.”
Jungkook nodded, unsure what else to say. You didn’t seem to mind the lack of commentary, continuing on, “I think about it a lot, actually. How do you define someone’s worth?”
Your expression shifted into something indecipherable, gaze slightly glassy, mind elsewhere. Remembering yourself, you covered it up with a polite smile.
“That there is a Rudolf Stingel piece, worth just a little over 5 million. It’s one of my favorites.”
He covered his shock with a loud cough that sounded more like a choke.
“Five million?” Disbelief colored his tone. Five million. Holy shit. “I-Is Mr. Min an art collector?”
Bitterly, Jungkook thought about how he could spend the rest of his life cleaning pools and never make enough to buy a scrap of metal signed Stingel. Not that he wanted to own one. It was just... The idea of being rich enough to spend millions on junk was—
He swallowed, forcing the feeling down. He tried very hard not to think about how one piece of metal could pay for the entirety of his tuition and then some. If he did, he’d likely spiral into depression. Being a broke college student sucked.
“You could say that...”
You shrugged, half smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. It wasn’t like the blinding, 100-watt beam you had flashed his way the moment the front door had swung open. This version was less overwhelming, but certainly no less potent. The slow curl of your lips made it easier to admire the defined features of your face. Jungkook swallowed.
Beauty was subjective? Maybe so. Jungkook had no taste for the two-dimensional. He wouldn’t be able to discern a Monet from a Picasso if asked. But something about you had him inclined to change his mind. 
Jungkook had seen beautiful women parade before him—but none like you. Your beauty was eerie—pretty in an almost unnatural way. You looked like a painting brought to life. There was something soft and sharp about your traits, like the definition of a marble statue and the roundness of a paintbrush stroking a canvas all in one. 
“—He does buy a lot of it.”
“I see...” If Mr. Min had objects worth 5 million casually displayed in plain sight, he had to be the type of individual Jungkook would never cross paths with in his everyday life. They belonged to two different worlds, their orbits never meant to cross paths.
“Come on.” You smiled kindly, yanking him out of his stupor. “I still have to show you the pool.”
Dutifully, he followed after you, his steps measured and careful. Now was not the time to go breaking million dollar vases from the Qing dynasty or whatever other valuable pieces Mr. Min had acquired over the years. He sure as hell didn’t have five million in his bank account around to spend on damages. The mere possibility of getting fired on the first day, 5 million in debt, made his skin crawl unpleasantly. He shuddered.
“It’s a bit cold in here,” you apologized once you noticed him rubbing his arms. Goosebumps had raised on his skin. “Should I turn the AC off?”
“I’m fine! Really. Please don’t worry. I’ll be working outside, anyway. Unless… Is it, uh, an indoor pool?” He hadn’t considered that a possibility until now. Maybe there were even multiple pools to clean.
“No, no, the pool’s outside.” You continued your explanation as you led him through the conservatory. The glass ceiling allowed for natural sunlight to filter through, enhancing the aesthetic appeal of the room. Out of all the rooms he had walked through so far, this one seemed like the most inviting.  “You can see it from here. See? Just through here. There’s no justifiable need for an indoor pool since the one we have is heated.”
Jungkook picked up on the strange use of pronoun—we—but didn’t question it. His thoughts were all jumbled up, anxiety making him unable to focus on one topic for too long. “Although, I suppose you could say there isn’t much need for this one, either. It rarely gets used… Honestly, I can’t remember the last time Yoongi went for a swim. It’s almost a waste.”
It took him several seconds for him to realize you were referring to Mr. Min. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered how long you had worked under Mr. Min to be able to address him by his first name. Or maybe his boss was lax about these kind of things? Jungkook somehow doubted it. The man he had on the phone last night hadn’t given off that impression at all.
“Is Mr. Min not home often?” he asked tentatively, hoping his interest wasn’t blatant. Jungkook wasn’t sure if his questions were appropriate or not but thankfully you didn’t seem to mind his curiosity. “Will I meet him today?”
“He should be stopping by later for lunch...” Your voice trailed off before you remembered his first question. “But, no. He spends most of his time locked up in his office, so I doubt you’ll see him very often.”
You said this as you turned your face away. Eyes downcast, you failed to notice when Jungkook caught your grimace from the glass door’s reflection. Jungkook diverted his gaze, somehow feeling like he had seen something he shouldn’t have.
“Ah, here we are.” You slid the glass door open and a gust of warm air blew in his face.
Jungkook stepped out onto the deck, one of his hands raised to block his view from the sun. The garden was in full bloom, a colorful arrangement of hydrangeas, astilbe and daylilies lining the stone pathway that wound down to the gazebo and the pool. A thick, sweet scent hung heavy in the air, so strong it made his nose twitch.
He followed you down the patio, watching in fascination as you walked atop of uneven stone steps with expertise despite the thinness and tallness of your heels.
“I’ll have to get another key double made for the shed, I forgot to get another one done. We keep all the cleaning equipment in here. Next time you come, you can come straight back here after someone’s buzzed you in.”
Jungkook nodded as you showed him where to check the water circulation.
“Do you have any questions? Hm, I think I covered everything. Although I’m sure there’ll be things I’ll need to tell you along the way because I tend to be forgetful.”
It occurred to him that he didn’t know what kind of job you occupied. The question balanced on the tip of his tongue. Would it be considered rude to ask? He swallowed it back down after failing to muster the courage to ask.
“Hm?” You made an inquisitive sound, head tilting slightly. “What is it? You can ask me anything.”
“So, uh, have you worked here long? Do you like it here?”
“Worked here…? Oh. Oh!” Your look of surprise morphed into one of amusement. The corners of your mouth pressed down together in an effort to hold back a laugh.
Jungkook grew uneasy. Somehow, without needing an explanation, he knew he had said the wrong thing.
“I don’t work here. Well. I suppose being a housewife is an occupation in itself, so I guess… Almost a year?” You fiddled with the ring on your index finger, the encrusted diamonds sparkling as the facets reflected the sunlight. “It’s our anniversary on the twentieth. So, yeah, almost a year.”
Jungkook stared at it without comprehending. It was like every cog in his brain had screeched to an abrupt halt.
“Housewife…?” Jungkook’s mouth fell open as he put two and two together. His brain had begun to catch up but it was still buffering like some early 2000 computer that was unable to process large amounts of information without crashing. “You’re—but you’re so young—? Not that that’s a reason for—I thought, I mean, I shouldn’t have—”
Stop talking. Stop. Talking.
“Sorry. For, you know. Assuming. It was wrong of me. Um.” He knew he should stop talking. He knew it and yet— “H-happy anniversary?”
His ears burned with mortification. If the ground could split open and swallow him whole, now would be a fantastic time for it to do so. He had always had shit brain-to-mouth filter but this was… Fuck. He wanted to bang his head against a wall but refrained from doing so, not ready to risk losing more brain cells.
You burst out into laughter, your shoulders shaking from the force of it.
“The look on your face,” you snickered, finally pulling yourself together. “I don’t usually get that kind of reaction. People are usually a lot less... Well. It doesn’t really matter what they’re like. They don’t matter.”
Jungkook hastily apologized again, fearing he had vexed you.
God, you probably thought he was the world’s biggest dumbass. He sure felt like one.
In his defense, your marital status hadn’t been a painfully obvious fact. Jungkook hadn’t even considered the possibility that Mr. Min was a married man. The house he had walked through earlier had lacked convivial warmth, giving the impression of vacancy. There were no wedding pictures framed on the mantle or any other piece of evidence of a lover.
Perhaps it was the age that had further thrown him off—you couldn’t be that much older than him. Maybe two years older? Five, at the most? The deep voice he had heard over the phone last night had given off the impression that Mr. Min was eons older. In Jungkook’s mind, he pictured a man with a balding head, fine lines near his eyes. Maybe Jungkook had been completely off from the start. But then again, Mr. Min couldn’t possibly be that young, either.
He did some quick mental math, trying to calculate and estimate how young Mr. Min could be. Sure, he had seen movies depicting extremely young and successful CEO’s but the real world worked differently. Mr. Min had to be in his thirties…at the earliest.
“Don’t worry about it.” You waved his concerns away with a flick of your wrist. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. Trust me…I’m really good at knowing when someone’s being intentionally insulting.”
The last part was said carelessly, like the words hadn’t actually meant to be voiced aloud. His brows scrunched up in confusion; try as he might, he didn’t understand what you meant.
“I’m really sorry,” he squeaked out, his ears still uncomfortably hot. He wiped his brow with the back of hand. 
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not something that bothers me.”
Jungkook only allowed himself to relax when he caught sight of the easygoing smile gracing your lips. “Well then, I think I covered about everything. If you don’t have anything else you need explained, I’ll let you at it. Why don’t I head on inside and get you some refreshments? It’s so hot out today—I wouldn’t want you to get a heatstroke.”
“That’ll be great.” Jungkook nodded in thanks. Now that you mentioned it, his mouth felt unbearably parched. He made a mental note to bring a water bottle for next time.
“Want anything in particular? I think we have just about everything stocked up in the fridge. Juice, sparkling water, cola...?”
“Water sounds perfect, thank you.”
Jungkook tried not to stare when you turned on your heels and walked away. He really did. Except it was hard not to notice how well the dress you wore flattered your figure, emphasizing the curves of your body in all the right places.
It was a futile battle; his eyes refused to cooperate with his internal demands. Honest to God, he tried really hard not to look but your legs looked fa—
He shook his head as if the action would somehow help him clear his thoughts. Get a fucking grip! his inner voice of reason yelled at him.
You were married.
To his boss.
He let that sink in. Or tried to. Jungkook didn’t need to have an IQ of 155 to know that having the hots for the woman married to his boss would ultimately result in disaster. Nothing good would ever come out of it. Why would you even consider looking at other men? Only a dumbass would think he stood a chance. Your husband probably provided everything you needed and more.
But what should have been sufficient incentive to put an end to his cru—whatever the hell it was—wasn’t doing jack shit. The only resounding thought in his mind right then was a constant loop of I’m so fuuucked. Because if there was one thing Jungkook was good at, it was spotting a losing battle when he saw one. But one thing he was bad at? Abandoning a sinking ship.
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Back in the kitchen, you were feeling similarly distressed.
The corners of your mouth downturned into a frown as your eyes raked over the familiar penmanship.
Don’t wait up for me tonight.
You peeled the post-it note off the fridge, checking the back of the yellow paper to make sure you hadn’t overlooked any words he might have tacked on as an afterthought. Foolishly, your heart hoped to find any semblance of an apology—anything that would prove that somewhere behind his impassive mask he still loved you.
It was, unsurprisingly, blank.
Admittedly, your husband was a man of few words. He had never been known for flowery speeches, preferring to keep it curt and to the point. Efficiency, he called it.
Realistically, you should have known Yoongi wouldn’t have been able to spend the day with you. More often than not last minute work emergencies called him into office, interrupting whatever plans you had made for that day. This wasn’t outside the norm. Yoongi’s work came first and foremost. You had never deluded yourself into thinking otherwise and had never resented him for it, either.
Still...you remembered a time when he had put in more effort than a half-assed, scribbled note. Before he had tied the knot, Yoongi had been more attentive and thoughtful. There wasn’t a day that you didn’t wake up to the smell of fresh flowers, hand-picked and arranged in a crystal vase by your bedside. He never failed to call during the day between board meetings to check up on you and always made sure to make up for his absences one way or another.
Being with Yoongi came with its set of disclaimers and downsides, but like any worthwhile relationship, you had been willing to overlook these hardships. It wasn’t difficult to, not when Yoongi always showered you with prettily wrapped up gifts and hot mouthed kisses, erasing any doubts that sprouted within you. 
Gradually, all that had changed. There were no more flowers, no more impromptu calls, no more candlelit dinners.
Whatever love that had previously existed was nowhere to be found. The notes he left around the house had become sparse and dismissive. You looked back down at his message and held back a scoff. The paper creased between your fingers and you had half a mind to ball it up and throw it away, along with the frustration simmering under the surface of your skin.
It was impossible to pinpoint the exact moment change had happened but somewhere down the line, the affection that used to gleam in his eyes had melted away, leaving behind a stony face devoid of warmth. You could imagine his face as he had written the note, features smoothed over into the same inscrutable look he reserved for his business clients.
“Guess it’s just going to be me and Euna today.” You glanced at your watch, the steel heavy around your delicate wrist, and desperately attempted to refocus your attention.
Your stomach twisted unpleasantly but you forced the nauseating feeling down with a forced out sigh. 
Everything was fine. Besides, life went on and it wouldn’t wait for you to get your feelings under wraps.
You had been looking forward to having brunch with your sister and husband, but. Things happened. It was nothing to be upset about. You’d get over it after stuffing your face with a croissant or two.
When you came back with refreshments, Jungkook could tell something was wrong. He could see it by the hunch in your shoulders, the straight line of your mouth.
“Change of plans.” You set the sterling silver tray down with a thunk. The glass pitcher’s content sloshed around, threatening to spill over. He noticed there were bits of cut up—cucumbers?—floating around in the water. Weird. He wondered if it was considered rude to pick them out.
When he looked back at you, all of his inner ramblings ceased. Even though he didn’t know you well—or at all, really—worry still niggled at his heart. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened in the last ten minutes, but the look on your face was cause for concern. He just...didn’t know if it was his place to ask.
You took a glance at your wristwatch unaware of his silent predicament.
“You’ll get to meet Yoongi some other time, hopefully. I thought I might get to introduce the two of you today when he stopped by for lunch, but it’s work related business and you know how that is.”
Jungkook nodded, knowing better than to speak. You smiled and shrugged, but he could detect an undercurrent of frustration. The smile looked different than the one you had on when you had doubled over in laughter—this one was a little strained at the corners, too wide to be completely genuine.
“Sorry to leave you here like this. I know it’s your first day.” You breathed out a sigh, shoulders drooping. “But I’m meeting my sister soon and I don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”
“’s cool. I’ve cleaned pools before, I should be able to handle myself fine.”
“Oh, and if you want a refill, just head on inside and ask June. She’ll get you whatever you like. She’s cleaning the upper floor right now, but she’ll be in the kitchen later. She’s a real gem, I bet you’ll like her.”
“Thanks—for this and everything else.” Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he sent you a smile. “I’ll look forward to meeting your husband some other time.”
“It will be his pleasure,” you said, not realizing how spot on your statement would turn out to be.
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In hindsight, maybe you should’ve cancelled your outing altogether and stayed home—if only to spare you from the embarrassment brought on by your sister’s sudden exclamation.
“What do you mean he doesn’t want to have sex?!” Euna’s voice rose in incredulity.
It was louder than what etiquette dictated as appropriate, and you had to hide your flinch behind a strained smile. You felt eyes bore into you from all sides as people swiveled around to stare in your direction.
An elderly lady dressed head to toe in Chanel tweed snickered into her napkin after giving you a once-over.
“Will you. Keep. It. Down.” You reclined back on your chair, your shoulders hunching in on themselves defensively. “We’re in public, Euna. So if you don’t mind, I’d prefer it if everyone here wasn’t up to date with my sad and pitiful sex life, because that’s really the last thing I need right now, thanks.”
“Oh no.” Euna dabbed the sides of her mouth with a napkin, deathly serious. “We’re talking about this now. I know you. You haven’t told anyone else about this. Not that I blame you, honestly. Your friends are all attention craving socialites. And it’s not like you’d ever go tell Mom about this. Not when she’s expecting you to pop a baby out soon. She’d probably find a way to lock you and Yoongi up in some room until you conceive her first grandkid.”
“Can we not talk about babies right now? Or Mom.” You repressed a shudder because fuck. That was another problem altogether—one that you were not equipped to handle at this very moment.
“Fine,” she agreed easily. “Talk to me about your dick problems instead, then.”
“What do you want me to say?”
Your attempt at nonchalance was weak at best. In front of you, the porcelain plate, stacked high with delicious French and Danish pastries, remained practically untouched. Usually by now half of them would have been devoured, down to the very last crumb. If that wasn’t an indicator that something was wrong then what was?
“There’s literally nothing to talk about. We haven’t had sex in weeks. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Weeks?!” Her glossy lips parted in shock. The emphasis on the plural form made you wince. As if you needed the reminder. “What the fuck.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” you said glumly, allowing a frown to draw on your features. As much as you liked to pretend you were fine with your husband’s increasingly distant behavior, it was impossible to keep up the pretense in front of your sister. She had a way of extracting the truth from you—even if it was a truth you were reluctant to face.
“Do you think... Um.” There was a slight pause as Euna gathered her thoughts, still trying to get over the shock of your confession. She lowered her voice to a whisper, perhaps finally realizing that the couple seated next to you were doing a piss poor job at eavesdropping. “D’you think he might be...cheating on you?”
Your rebuttal came out immediately, without a single trace of hesitation, “No way.”
“Are you sure?”
Your hardened expression did nothing to deter her from pressing the issue. “I mean, it’s not too far-fetched to imagine him having a sizzling office romance with a coworker. Or maybe there’s a rival executive he could be sticking his dick in to seal a—”
“No. Yoongi’s not. He’s not like that.” You shook your head, trying to clear your vision from the offensive images her words had conjured up. “He’s just been busy and stressed with work, that’s all. There’s a big merger happening soon and there are still a lot of things under negotiation right now so he has a lot going on.”
“Well what about a blowjob? No? Not even an under the desk handjob?”
Her Alexander Wang silk blouse wrinkled under her crossed her arms. The look of betrayal painted on her face made it seem like you had offended her on a personal level. Honestly you weren’t sure why she was getting so worked up over this. It wasn’t her dick getting neglected. “Look, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had a guy refuse a good ol’ dick sucking.”
“Well good for you.” Your voice lacked sincerity, dry as the desert.
“And I’m 90% sure all the pent up cum that accumulated in his balls is the reason Yoongi’s acting like such a grade ass prick.”
“Read that in Science Weekly, did you?”
“As a matter of fact,” Euna narrowed her eyes at your tone. “Doctors say that blowing your load on the regular is the secret to a long and prosperous life.”
“The ‘expert’ opinion in Cosmo isn’t considered medical backup.”
“Well are they wrong? If you got dicked down more often I bet you wouldn’t be so fucking snappy all the time. Frowning like that is only going to give you premature wrinkles. And that’s a fact.”
“Why do you have to make it a matter of dick or death. Jesus, it’s not that dramatic. I bet all couples go through these dry spells every once in awhile. It can’t be that uncommon.”
“It is! Keeping your vagina happy, keeps you happy. As an extension of—”
“Would it kill you to be serious for a second?”
She huffed, feeling wrongfully rebuked. “It’s your sex life is on the line, not mine.”
That sobered you up a lot more quickly than you would ever like to admit. “I’m well aware...” You pursed your lips into a pout. “Look, it’s not that he doesn’t want sex with me. He just doesn’t have time for it. Because of work. I’m sure everything will go back to normal in a few weeks.”
“In a few weeks? Uh...” Euna trailed off. “Can you even hold off that long?”
“Ha, your faith in me is astounding. I’ll have you know that I’m perfectly capable of going without sex for a month. Or two. I’m sure it won’t kill me... It’s not, like, the end of the world or anything.”
Euna’s raised brows made it clear that she didn’t believe you for one second. “Wasn’t the last time you abstained from sex for more than a month in—” She stopped, deep in thought. “When was the last time you took a break from sex? You have the sex drive of a rabbit.”
“That’s not important,” you snapped, stabbing your fork into a cheese tart. The rich, creamy texture melted on your tongue as soon as you bit into it, but for some reason your favorite dessert tasted like ash in your mouth. “I know you’re trying to help, but sex isn’t the magical solution to everything. It won’t fix anything. Not that anything needs fixing, I’m just saying.”
Sensing that the conversation was drawing to a close, Euna scooted backwards in her chair and stretched her arms. “Mhm, okay, if you say so. Good luck with all that... I sure wouldn’t want to be in your place, that’s for sure.”
That made two of you. 
“Thanks,” you sighed. “Just. Whatever, it’s okay, I’m fine. It’s really not a big deal.”
“Uh-huh. Well if things ever start to become...not okay...you can always—”
“I said everything’s fine,” you cut off sharply, effectively putting the conversation to rest. Your appetite lost, you set your fork down.
Regrettably, Euna’s words rattled you more than you cared to admit. You couldn’t shake off her warnings and advice no matter how much you tried to. Throughout the day, you found your thoughts wandering back to the conversation with your sister. Could she be right? The longer you let yourself ponder the issue, the more your doubts grew.
Despite your best efforts, you had no way of stopping these poisonous thoughts from plaguing your mind. No one was around to help you get rid of them and without an outlet, they grew and grew, culminating into an unbearable ache. 
You hated the feeling of loneliness—of being alone and helpless, with nothing but your own thoughts to entertain you. You wished Yoongi would hurry up and come back home so that you could find refuge in his embrace. The bed was too big for just you alone and you hated seeing how empty it was without Yoongi snuggled up next to you. It was always during the time before sleep claimed you that his absence was the most painful to swallow. The overwhelming feeling of loneliness kept you awake for hours. Sometimes, no matter how exhausted you were, your body refused to cooperate unless it knew Yoongi was laying down at your side.
It was with no surprise that you found yourself all alone in the king sized bed that night, Yoongi’s side untouched and unoccupied. Your fingers reached out to where his sleeping figure should have been. Instead of a warm body, you grasped a handful of air. The only reminder that he slept next to you was the faint trace of his aftershave that clung stubbornly to the sheets. You tried not to sigh out in disappointment. You had been doing too much of that lately.
Turning over, you checked your phone for any message notifications despite already knowing that you wouldn’t find what you were waiting for. You curled up in a ball, feeling colder than you had been a few moments ago. Ordinarily, you’d try to stay up and wait for his return, but the day had been so emotionally draining that you slipped into a dreamless sleep the second your eyelids drooped to a close.
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{SATURDAY. 11.18 am}
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Despite the unlimited number of TV channels provided, none of the current programs had been interesting enough to capture your attention for longer than a few seconds. Your focus had drifted from the flat screen a long time ago. An infomercial on a 10 speed juice blender buzzed on in the background, but you paid it no heed.
Summer was supposed to be synonymous to leisure and fun. Yet here you were, splayed across the living room’s couch with no tangible vacation plans.
The worst part was that you were alone, with no one to distract you from how utterly and entirely boring your existence had become.
Not that you’d ever confide these innermost feelings to anyone in your entourage. You could already hear your mother’s condescending tone ring through your ears, chastising you for not living your life to the fullest (i.e. spending all of your husband’s hard earned money on luxurious vacation trips to St. Barts or wherever). And sure, trips to St. Barts and St. Tropez were fun—but they weren’t what you wanted. There was no point of going so far overseas when the person you wanted to spend time with was stuck back home. At least here you could see Yoongi from time to time, even if those times were becoming a rarity.
Your friends wouldn’t understand. They had no qualms jetting off every weekend to their private resorts and eating out of season, imported delicacies plated on shining, sterling silver dishes.
Speaking of friends, you flicked through their Instagram accounts, envy stirring in your lower belly as you swiped through their recent pictures, each snapshot showing off lavish hotel rooms equipped with balconies overlooking exotic landscapes and modern skylines. But the designer handbags dangling off their arms weren’t what made you froth at the mouth—you had enough of those lining up your walk-in closet.
No, what you envied the most was how fucking happy they seemed in every single shot. Pic after pic, their whitened smiles never waned.
You blew out a sigh, the heavy sound drowned out by television static.
God. What were you even doing with your life? Was this what you had to look forward to for the next twenty years? Would you and Yoongi even last until then?
This wasn’t how you had imagined your life would turn out when you accepted Min Yoongi’s proposal a year ago.
The honeymoon phase was long over. Even in your company, his attention never strayed too far from his work phone. And that was when he was home. Over the course of the past few months, he had reverted back to the workaholic man his friends and family had always known him to be, leaving behind no trace of the person you had become so taken with.
Working for his attention had always been a challenge. That was what had initially drawn you to him. Out of all the possible suitors lined up for a taste of you, only Min Yoongi’s detachment and feigned disinterest had stood out from the lot. There was something exciting about it, something that kept you on your toes, as opposed to the throng of other candidates that would easily bend to your will. His handsome looks had just been an added bonus.
But somewhere along the way, there had been a shift, too minute to notice on the spot. Now, when Yoongi brushed you off, there was no gleam twinkling in his eyes, no smirk on his lips. It didn’t matter if you wrapped your body up in lace and the finest satin, or stayed up until the early hours of the morning for him to return home—he always asked for a rain check, claiming fatigue.
Eventually, you had stopped trying so hard. There were only so many times you could handle being pushed away again and again before it started to hurt.
As much as you had enjoyed earning the praise and attention in the past, you didn’t like...whatever this had become. It wasn’t a game with rules and limits anymore. When Yoongi pushed you off of him, he meant it. So as much as you appreciated a man who was hardworking and dedicated to his job, you couldn’t help but crave the attention he had stopped giving you. 
The pressure weighing down on your chest increased, making it hard to breathe. Invisible hands had wrapped themselves around your lungs and squeezed hard, leaving no room for air. For an interminable moment, you felt like you were drowning, the sound of your heartbeat drumming in your ears.
When you blinked and swallowed, the feeling had disappeared, leaving you feeling hollow, like someone had dug out your heart with a chisel.
It took a while, but you pushed yourself up into a sitting position and finally made up your mind.
What you needed was a distraction, something to keep your hands and mind busy. You couldn’t stay put like this, trapped in your own thoughts and feelings. If you did, you’d surely go mad.
...The only problem was that there weren’t that many distractions available. You could go out on your own into the city to shop or eat but you dismissed the thought as soon as it had a chance to take form. Your closet was already full to the brim with clothes you hadn’t yet found the chance to wear.
As if she had somehow telepathically perceived your difficulties, June, your housekeeper, materialized into the living room, holding a laundry basket against her hip. Quickly, you gathered to your feet, excited by the prospect of finally finding something to do.
She jumped up in surprise, a high-pitched squeal leaving her throat, not expecting to see you appear in front of her with no prior warning. A strand of her curly hair escaped her wound-up bun but she deftly pinned it back in place after readjusting her hold on the laundry basket.
“Is there anything I can help with?” you asked eagerly.
“Sorry? I don’t quite understand...” 
“Like... I don’t know... Maybe some dishes to clean or socks to fold up...” 
“You want to clean dishes?” she echoed, looking at you as if you had suddenly sprouted a second pair of limbs. 
You tried not to take offense and pursed your lips.
“Yes,” you confirmed with a firm nod of your head. “Any tasks that you might need help with.”
“Are you feeling okay ma’am?” she queried instead, the lines on her forehead expressing genuine worry. “Do you need to lay down? Should I get water? The heat might be—”
“I’m fine! I just.” You wrung your hands in agitation. Why the hell was this so complicated? Since when did cleaning require justification? “I need something to do. I’m so bored I feel like I’m losing it.”
“Ah. I see...” She looked unconvinced by your words but knew better than to voice her concerns. “Alright. In that case you can do the—ah. Hmm. Why don’t you prepare some cold drinks for the pool boy? The weather must be giving him a hard time.”
“That’s it? You don’t need any help with the cleaning? You had the feeling that she didn’t entrust you with the more ‘serious’ household chores because she was worried you’d inadvertently blowup appliances or flood the laundry room again.
(It had happened once. Forever ago. Wasn’t it time to let it go? How were you supposed to know that you needed to measure the detergent before dumping it in?)
“... Maybe later. I’ll be sure to let you know if I need additional assistance, but thank you for offering.” She shot you a professional smile, putting an end to the discussion.
You trudged back to the kitchen, dragging your faux fur slippers across the floor in defeat.
It wasn’t what you had hoped for, but at least you had something to occupy the time with. Knowing that this was your only distraction, you planned on prolonging this task for as long as humanly possible.
What should have taken less than a minute to complete had turned into a tedious chore. You cleaned each strawberry by hand, cutting out the stems with unneeded precision, before slicing them into thin, even pieces. You did the same with the mint leaves and mixed it all into a glass pitcher.
Satisfied with the end result, you poured a generous amount of lemonade into the tall glass before storing the rest in the fridge for later. It was hard to keep the drink balanced on the tray as you slid open the glass door, but you somehow managed to not make a mess.
The heat hit you all at once and you frowned, feeling bad for whoever had been sent out today to clean the pool. It was laborious work and the weather did nothing to alleviate the situation. Nobody wanted to work outside in these less than pleasant conditions which was why it had been a pain the ass to find suitable candidates that were up for the job.
You had tried finding solutions around this problem—like raising the pay rate and alternating between different cleaners every couple of days so that the same one wouldn’t be subjected to the grueling heat all week long. You had been surprised to see how many people sent in applications—not that you were complaining. The only one who had something to say, was Mrs. Kim, the widow from across the street, who liked to grumble about how you were stealing all the good ones.
At the time, you hadn’t quite understood what she had been trying to insinuate. Weren’t all pool cleaners the same? But as you approached the pool, tray balanced dangerously on one hand, it all started to make sense.
Time slowed down like it did in those cheesy, over-the-top kdramas that were all the rage amongst housewives. How many times had you seen the same scenario play out whenever the male protagonist appeared on screen for the first time and met eyes with the heroine from across the room?
It was like you had suddenly been thrust into the drama lead’s shoes. Everything else seemed to fade away, your gaze drawn to man in front of you like a moth to a flame. It was impossible not to stare. Some invisible magnetic force kept your eyes fixated on him. The world could have been crumbling around you for all you knew.
His damp clothes clung to his body like a second skin, revealing sinewy muscles worthy of Calvin Klein billboards. Greedily, you drank in his figure, your gaze lingering on the attractive curve of his ass and the outline of his abs visible through the now see-through white shirt.
You gulped audibly, your mouth unpleasantly dry. It was distracting. He was distracting. Only a miracle had kept you from dropping the tray you were holding. 
Eyes closed, the man tipped his head back and brought his right hand up, carding his fingers through his wet locks. Like a magnet, your eyes were immediatley drawn to his bare neck.
You were transfixed. There was no other word or explanation for it. Even if you had been able to, the chance of you peeling your eyes away from the spectacle in front of you was slim to none.
It hadn’t even registered how ridiculous you probably looked, with your feet planted to the ground and your mouth parted in evident awe.
You took a much needed moment to appreciate his profile—your eyes running down the sharp line of his jaw and down the slope of his neck towards his exposed collarbones. Water droplets dripped down his handsome face and in that very moment you swore that he looked like he had stepped out of a high-end underwear advertisement.
He strung a spare towel around his neck before turning his full attention onto you. Instantly, you were struck by how alive his eyes appeared. They glinted with thinly-veiled mischief. That, the fullness of his lips, and the confident smirk he sported, gave him a youthful and playful mien that contrasted with his virile and attractive build.
“Er...” You coughed, politely averting your eyes from his body. “Do you— Do you need me to get you a spare pair of swim trunks? Yours look a little, um, small.”
You winced, knowing it had been the wrong thing to say.
“Oh?” There was a teasing lilt to his voice that had you looking up at him in alarm. His smile widened, the corners of his eyes creasing into crescents. “Please don’t bother. I work better in these.”
“Oh...well... If you’re sure.”
“Certain.”
He licked his lips. His eyes were hooded, heavy lids doing nothing to subdue the sultry look aimed your way.
“Alright.” You swallowed and paused, searching for the appropriate words. In the span of a few short seconds, your brain had short circuited. You got the next few words out, tongue heavy in your mouth. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Your name would be nice.” An easy smile sat on his lips.
“______.” You included your last name, hoping he’d get the hint. Briefly, you remembered your interaction with one of the other pool boys, Jungkook, and how flustered he had gotten over his mistake. The one standing in front of you couldn’t have been more different.
“Park Jimin. You can call me Jimin.” He glanced down at the platter you gripped onto with both hands. “This for me?”
Light reflected off the metallic surface of the tray and you were reminded of what you had stepped out the house for.
“Yes, please have something to drink. I made it earlier, I hope it’s to your taste.”
“Thanks for thinking of me.” He took the glass of freshly pressed lemonade off the tray, using the opportunity to step closer to you. The sharp scent of chlorine tickled your nose but to your surprise, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. “It gets awfully hot out here and I get so thirsty. You know what I mean, right?”
His voice was as sweet as cotton candy. It took a moment for you to realize he had stopped talking and a few seconds more for you to remember how to form words of your own.
“I try to make refreshments available for all the staff. Everyone works really hard, even in this weather, so I’m thankful,” you said, trying to retain a certain air of professionalism. Hopefully it would be enough to stop him from seeing through the bullshit spouting from your mouth.
Jimin jutted out his bottom lip in a pout before raising his glass to his mouth. He took a big gulp, probably all too aware of the way you were tracking the movement with your eyes. In what was probably a calculated and premeditated move, the pink of his tongue darted out to lick the sweetness off his lips. Distantly, you noted how full and rosy his lips were.
“Aw. And here’s to thinking I was special.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh and shook his head. Water droplets fell from his wet fringe, the soaked strands sticking to his forehead. “So what’s a pretty thing like you doing shacked up, hm?”
“What?” The bluntness of his words caught you off guard. You were used to people being coy, hiding their pretenses behind smiles and well-versed pleasantries. Jimin’s forwardness left you momentarily dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
“Gotta admit, when I took up this job I was expecting to land the standard.” Jimin laughed, pleased. “Can’t deny this is a welcome surprise. Nothing wrong with the older crowd, but you’re definitely something else.”
“E-Excuse me?”
“So what’s your story?” His eyes raked over your form. Unabashed, he lingered on the swell of your breasts, the dip at your waist. You blinked, the apples of your cheeks warming as you remembered you hadn’t worn a bra. You hadn’t thought much about your choice of outfit before—it was thin and comfortable enough to wear around the house, the silky material soft against your skin. Jimin seemed to appreciate the selection, too, if the way his eyes darkened in approval was any indication.
He tapped a finger against the pout of his lips in mock contemplation. “Let me guess. Married a geezer who’s too busy banging his hot secretary to look after you. And when he does, you wish he didn’t because his stamina is shit. Can he even get it up? Heard old age does that to you, not that I would know...”
He shrugged, the smile on his lips sympathetic.
“Yoongi isn’t like that,” you denied right away, a frown ruining your expression. You knew that the conversation was most definitely crossing lines that shouldn’t be crossed. You kept telling yourself to put an end to it before it could get out of hand.
“No?” Jimin leaned in, close enough for you to feel his hot breath fan across your skin.
You didn’t dare move, let alone breathe. Any closer and your breasts would graze his chest. The shocking part was that you almost wanted it to happen. Not that—not that you wanted it to happen with Jimin, specifically. You just wanted. Your body had been suspended in a constant state of yearning for so long that it didn’t take much to stir its interest.
He stepped back to properly appraise you. A shudder ran down your back as you struggled not to let your emotions show. “You look awfully desperate for someone who should be getting dicked down on the regular.”
You opened your mouth to retort but no sound came out.
The heat in his gaze left you breathless. Yoongi used to look at you the same way, before. You remembered the hunger, the way your body used to warm up and ache and squirm under the power of his gaze. Whenever he looked at you with those eyes, your knees would buckle and you’d fall to your knees without question.
“Trust me,” Jimin continued on, oblivious to the perverse thoughts running through your mind. “If that was my ring on your finger, you’d never leave our bed because you’d be too fucked out to even get up. What’s that husband of yours thinking?”
He shook his head, not expecting a verbal answer from you. When he spoke up, his voice had a dangerous undertone.
“It’s because he’s not satisfying your needs,” he said matter of factly. “If he wasn’t as disappointing in bed as you claimed, there’s no way you’d be out here, panting for my dick down your throat instead of his. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You need a nice, thick cock to fill you all the way up. And I can give you what you want, you just gotta say the word.”
Were you being that obvious?
You bit back the whimper threatening to claw its way out your throat. His words kindled a desire deep inside of you—a primal desire you had valiantly tried to suppress for the past month. Yet with only a few well chosen sentences, he had coaxed that need back to the surface, putting all your efforts to waste.
Different scenarios and possibilities flashed in front of your eyes like a fast-forwarded montage. You were so caught up in your thoughts, the infinite could if’s, that Jimin’s disappointed sigh had become background noise.
“Too much?”
You blinked up at him owlishly, not fully grasping the situation until he had taken a few steps back. Even as he backed off, the smirk never fully melted off his face which was a little disconcerting.
Thankfully, the newfound space separating both of you made it easier to breathe, to think straight.
With a surprisingly steady voice, you spoke out. “Jimin, I’m married—”
“I know.” Jimin shrugged as if what you had told him was an inconsequential detail.
Nonplussed by Jimin’s behavior, you bit the inside of your cheek.
Shouldn’t this guy have some morals? Usually men backed off at the mention of a husband but Jimin refused to conform to the norm. Based on what he had previously insinuated, he probably had fucked his fair share of married women. So was it all a game to him? A kink? An ego thing? Were you doomed to be just another notch on his belt? You furrowed your brow, trying to figure out the conundrum that was Park Jimin.
He misinterpreted your silence and sighed, an exaggerated pout on his pink lips.
“It was worth a try... The offer still stands, if you ever change your mind.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I’m not going to force myself onto you or anything.” He grimaced at the thought. “But you should know that the option’s there. I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier... You deserve to be with someone who knows what he’s doing... And by the looks of it... He’s not fucking you nearly or well enough to keep you satisfied. I’m more than willing to be of service in any way I can. I promise you won’t be disappointed, I’ve never gotten complaints before.”
He pushed his hair back as his eyes perused your form again, his gaze half-lidded. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away. You hated how correct most of his assumptions had been. And what you hated even more was how certain he seemed about it all, like his words were the absolute truth.
Something about that irked you. You hated being read so easily—by a stranger, no less. It was embarrassing, how easily he had assessed your situation and lumped you with the countless other bored housewives he had undoubtedly had his way with.  
“Well, thanks for the offer, but no thanks, I’m good. I’m perfectly fine. I appreciate your concern, but it’s not needed.” Even to your own ears, your speech failed to sound convincing. At this point, you weren’t sure who you were trying to persuade—Jimin or yourself. Either way, you weren’t proving to be very capable; your words rung out false and hollow.
“Enjoy the rest of your drink. I hope it quenches your thirst.”
And with that, you turned your head and scurried back into the sanctity of your house, far away from sin and temptation itself. Heart palpitating, you swore that you felt Jimin’s gaze follow you all the way to the door, clinging to you like a shadow. The look he had given you right before you scampered off was one that you’d spend the rest of the day trying to forget.
Unfortunately for you, time was not a sufficient balm to soothe over the heat Jimin’s words ignited. Long after the sun had set, the utter filth that had spilled from his lips kept running through your mind, keeping you up.
Sleep was impossible to find, not that you were surprised. It was becoming a regular occurrence and you figured that you should go seek a doctor’s help if your condition didn’t improve soon.
But you knew that what you needed were neither pills nor herbal concoctions—your body needed Yoongi. You missed his presence, the way he stroked your cheek after you pulled back from a kiss, the way he kept eye contact when he pushed his thick cock between your legs.
God, you fucking missed that asshole.
You hadn’t always hated how much you depended on your husband. You had wealth of your own—or rather your family had wealth of their own—but all your personal expenses and whims had been funded and provided by Yoongi. All of your possessions had been bought with his money—everything from the imported cars, the luxury bags, the designer goods, and the summer residence in The Hamptons you visited every now and then.
The dependence hadn’t bothered you before. And it still didn’t—not in the way that it might bother or embarrass others, anyway. You never felt like you were in his debt after spending hefty amounts of money; that was not how your relationship worked. 
What made you uneasy was how physically dependent on him you had become. It wasn’t until you had been repeatedly denied from his touch that you realized how much your body craved it, ran on it like how a car needed fuel.
Tonight was the night, you finally decided, determination set in your features.
Reaching into the closet, you pulled out your most recent purchase from La Perla and slipped it on, making sure it still looked as good as it had a week ago in the dressing room mirror. You hadn’t found the right moment to wear it and figured it wouldn’t hurt to put the expensive lingerie to good use.
A nervous energy tingled down your spine as you got ready. Anticipation was building inside your belly but you couldn’t tell if it was the good or bad kind. You were brought back to a time when it had been fun to surprise Yoongi. Those had been the best nights—even the mere memory of them had your thighs squeezing together. Back then, the possibility that he might shut you down hadn’t existed.
Maybe you already knew, deep down, that you were setting yourself up for failure.
It still didn’t stop your chest from constricting painfully around your ribs when Yoongi reacted exactly the way you had feared he might.
“What’s gotten into you?” His face conveyed confusion, his gaze flickering from the lit candles around the room to the way your body was splayed out indecently on the bed, body covered by the barest scraps of frill and lace.
On any other day, the sharpness in his tone would have been enough to cut through your confidence and back off. You would have dropped the subject and moved on. But this time the sting of rejection wasn’t easy to dismiss, repetition only making it worse.  
“What does it look like I’m doing?” you snapped, frustration getting the best of you. You sat up from your position on the bed, not missing the way his gaze dropped down to your exposed chest. To your great disappointment, you couldn’t spot any arousal in his expression. He might as well have been looking at a blank sheet of paper. What had changed? Was it him—or was it you?  
Your sister’s words from a few days ago were creeping back now, reinforcing all the doubts and dejection you had fought so hard to suppress. Why didn’t he want you? Were you not desirable anymore? Had he found someone else to fulfill his primal needs? And if he had, what did that mean for you?
What the hell were you supposed to do with a husband that refused to touch you, let alone talk to you?
A sickly feeling rose up your throat, the acidic taste of bile flooding your mouth.  
“Do you not love me anymore?”
The question was meant as an accusation, the words supposed to carry the weight of all your pent up fury and bitterness. Instead of the harshness you had intended, your voice came out feeble and wrung out. The truth was that you were afraid of his answer and what it would do to you. Yoongi’s words were the only ones capable of breaking through the armor you had built around yourself. You didn’t care for the gossiping housewives or the scummy tabloids. But Yoongi? He had always been different. Important. Yours.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It doesn’t suit you,” he chided none too gently.
“Can you stop that?” In the bedroom, the authority he wielded aroused you to no end. But sometimes, like now, Yoongi’s tone and wording rubbed you the wrong way. Did your feelings not matter anymore? When he spoke like that, it made you feel so small. And not in a good way, not the way you liked to feel like during good sex or when he hugged you, limbs wrapped around yours like your own personal fortress.
You pulled the strings of your robe together, your body turned to ice. The see-through material was lightweight and flimsy, doing nothing to obscure your body from view or keep you warm. 
Why had you tried in the first place? Like Yoongi said, you felt ridiculous.
Pride bruised and battered, you attempted to keep your wobbly voice steady.
“God, you can be so condescending when you want to be. I’m not a plaything you only listen to and take care of when it pleases you. I’m your wife, not some plant you need to water every two weeks, don’t you get that?” You weren’t even angry anymore. All you wanted was for this to be over and for your relationship to go back to the way it was before. You were tired of feeling insecure, tired of waiting and wanting. Just...tired.
Yoongi’s brows furrowed, his mouth opened as if to voice his immediate protest.
“I’m not—” He cut himself off, lips thinning into a frown. The deep line between his brows never smoothed over, as if permanently etched onto his features. He bit the inside of his mouth, taking a moment to choose his next words carefully.
Maybe it was a trick of the light, but he suddenly appeared older, closer to the age written down on his official documents. Genetics had given Yoongi smooth skin and good looks that made him look more youthful than his actual age. But as he stood there in front of you, you could tell that Yoongi’s beauty was marred by evident signs of fatigue and stress. 
“I... I didn’t know I made you feel that way,” he confessed sounding genuinely regretful. “I wasn’t—it wasn’t my intention to. I’m sorry it came off that way. I don’t think of you like that, just so you know.”
The silence that followed his words stretched on for several long seconds.
He didn’t look away from your probing gaze. Even without searching, you knew his words to ring true. He was a bad liar. Good at keeping his feelings locked under key, yes, but never one to outright deceive others. Yoongi had always been bad at expressing affection. He was also bad at reading feelings. He was probably so caught up with his workload that he hadn’t noticed at all.
In retrospect, your outburst had been somewhat unfair. Maybe you were being unreasonable, adding on to his extensive list of worries.
But, no. That didn’t sound quite right, either. Just because he hadn’t been aware that your feelings had been hurt, did not mean that what you felt wasn’t valid. You weren’t selfish for wanting to be happy. You shouldn’t have to feel guilty for wanting to be loved.
“I know,” you said, voice quiet enough to pass as a whisper. 
Yoongi’s sharp eyes softened. The hard lines around his mouth rounded into a small smile.
“Come here.” He walked over to the bed, his legs spreading as he sat down.
The open invitation was one you were powerless to resist. Although you knew the conversation was far from over, you had missed his warmth and his touch far too much to refuse him. Your entire body hummed, itching for the close physical contact that you had been denied for so long.
His thighs flexed as your fingers dug into his silk pajamas for leverage. From this distance, you could see how haggard he truly was. Purple lined the underside of his eyes, making them look swollen and bruised. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his cheekbones more prominent than you remembered them to be. When had he last had a proper meal? You suspected that he hadn’t been taking care of himself, no matter what he tried to make you believe. Whenever he got into that serious headspace of his, nothing else mattered but his work—not food, not sleep, and certainly not you.
Cold hands inching up your back interrupted your train of thought. You had been so touch-deprived that any amount of attention directed your way made your body vibrate with ill-concealed excitement.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been neglecting you. Things right now are...” He exhaled sharply, his shoulders slouching under the weight of his worries. “Work has been keeping me busy, that’s for sure. I’m afraid I can’t do much about that. I promise I’ll make it up to you in a few days, once this blows over and we secure our terms.”
“You’ve been so stressed,” you remarked as your own hands wandered up his arms and shoulders. His lean muscles were unnaturally tense under your touch. It had been so long since you had touched him properly that the planes of his body felt like unfamiliar territory.
When he didn’t move away or show any signs of protest, you leaned in to press your lips against his. The kiss was slow, your mouth melting against his like snow falling on a furnace. 
The silky material of his clothes facilitated the glide of your hands down his chest. But before you could reach any lower, Yoongi grabbed you by the wrists, effectively halting your movements.
“Not tonight,” he whispered roughly against your lips, short of breath. 
“When?” You hated how whiny and petulant the question made you sound, but you couldn’t help it. 
“Shall I pencil in an appointment, then?” he humored. “Would you honestly be happier I gave you a time, place and date?” 
“Not really, but I’ll take it.”
“Is sex really the only thing that matters to you?” he asked, half fond, half exasperated. 
“It’s your fault for marrying a slut. You should’ve known what you were signing up for.”
You shared a smile. For once nothing felt awkward or strained. You tried to cherish the moment while it lasted.
Yoongi’s expression eventually morphed into the apologetic one you had grown accustomed to seeing recently. You tried not to let your stomach sink in disappointment, already anticipating his rejection before he could voice it.
“I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood. You know I can’t focus when there’s so much going on at work.”
“You won’t even need to do anything!” you tried despite knowing that your chances of convincing him were slim. “I’ll top and do all the work.”
“If that’s the case, can’t you just use a sex toy?" Yoongi rolled his eyes. “What’s my use if I’m just going to lay there and take it like a starfish?”
“Did you think I wasn’t using a sex toy all this time? I have a high sex drive... I wasn’t going to just sit around and not take care of myself.”
“Then what’s the problem? It doesn’t matter how you get your pleasure. I’m not one of those men who get weird over their partners using toys. It won’t be a blow to my pride, or whatever.”
“It’s not enough, okay?! I need your cock filling me up, fucking me into the mattress. Every time I cum on my own, it’s not enough.”
“I said no.” He sighed. “Look, it doesn’t matter to me how you deal with it but I can’t take care of it.”
“Take care of it? Is having sex with me a chore or something? Jesus.” You pushed him away with an annoyed expression. Yoongi’s hands dropped from your waist, not putting up much of a fight when you left the seat of his lap.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said ever so patiently, almost like he was talking to a child.
You huffed, scooting further away from him. It didn’t escape your notice that he made no effort to close the physical distance separating the two of you, his hands laying limp at his side.
“So you’re saying you don’t care how I get myself off? You wouldn’t say anything? Not even if I went and got myself a real cock to fulfill my needs?”
Yoongi raised his brows, the insinuation taking him by surprise. Clearly he’d underestimated your level of desperation. You watched his face closely, hoping to decipher what was running through his mind. Unfortunately, you couldn’t tell if the tightness in his features hid displeasure or interest.
His lips were drawn into a thin line as he mulled the proposition over. After a moment of silence, he said in an even tone, “Go ahead, if that’s what you want.”
What.
You hadn’t actually expected him to agree. Turn you over and spank you for suggesting something so outrageous. Get angry for pushing an issue he wanted to drop. But not... You didn’t think that he’d actually be okay with it. Did that mean that he had stopped cari—?
Before you had the chance to finish that thought, he continued on, the dark of his pupils pulsing, “You know that I’ll never deny you. Everything you want is yours. That is my promise to you.”
You opened your mouth to contest but he beat you to it. 
“Whether it’s my cock you need, or another’s. So be it—if that’s all it takes for my needy wife to be satisfied.” A slow smirk pulled at the right side of his mouth. When he spoke, it was gruff and laced with arousal. “You can try to find all the substitutes in the world, but you know that the only one capable of giving you the pleasure you crave so deeply is me.”
Ribbons of heat immediately curled in the pit of your stomach. Dimly, you thought how unfair your dynamic with Yoongi was—all he needed to do was snap his fingers and you’d happily spread open your legs for him. You had always been eager to please him, but you had to admit that the time spent away from him hadn’t fixed such matters.
His hand reached out to trace the outline of your lips. You didn’t dare breathe as the touch of his fingertips lingered, the ghost of a promise making your heart jump in anticipation. Your lips parted in silent invitation, giving him permission to ruin you.
He leaned in so that his breath caressed your skin, the gentle whisper carrying a dark undertone.
“So be patient, darling—or I’ll give you nothing.”
Whether this was a promise or a threat, you were left unsure.
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{MONDAY; 11:19 am}
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This was a bad idea. A Very Bad Idea.
But bad ideas had never been enough to stop you from getting what you wanted in the past. You called it determination. Some people would disagree with the sentiment but when had their opinions mattered?
Two weeks ago, you wouldn’t have considered going through with this. But your last conversation with Yoongi had been the final push you needed.
Your face broke into a scowl as you remembered his parting words. The infuriating part was what had been written all over his face—the haughty certainty that you’d never rise to the challenge he had issued. That was what had ticked you off the most. You hated losing, but you hated being underestimated and easily dismissed as a non-threat even more. And Yoongi? He knew that about you—and had used it to his advantage.
The question was…could you go through with it? You had never dared to go this far in the past. 
In truth, you hadn’t even considered it. The only person you were interested in was Yoongi. It didn’t matter if other men were closer to your age, richer, brawnier, or more traditionally handsome. The only one you wanted was Yoongi. That would always be your constant variable.
So why were you out here in this gross heat, instead of inside the comfort of your house?
Beads of sweat accumulated near your hairline and dripped down your neck. You resisted the urge to grimace. There was nothing you hated more than sweating in a context that wasn’t good sex or a pilates class. 
Not that your sacrifices mattered anyway—you knew for a fact that Taehyung hadn’t spared you a second glance since he had gotten to work.
You risked a peep over the latest issue of Vogue you had been pretending to read, your sight zeroing on the person in charge of cleaning your pool for the day. He was ridiculously handsome, with strong, defined features and a lithe build, and had this habit of sticking out his tongue whenever he was particularly focused on a task.
Kim Taehyung was maybe a little too absorbed in his work. Was it normal to be this hardworking? Not that you would know what the norm was—you had never worked a day in your life whereas your husband took his job way too seriously. Judging by what you had witnessed in the last hour, you were inclined to believe that being unhealthily dedicated to your work was the norm. The poor kid had yet to take a water break.
You hid a sigh by sipping your fruit smoothie. 
In theory, porn made seducing the pool boy seem like an easy and achievable task—but the truth was that you had no idea how to go about it. It was a shame the clichéd porn scenarios hadn’t covered what to do in case the pool boy in question failed to acknowledge your presence altogether. 
He had worked nonstop since he had arrived, barely looking up from his crouched position near the edge of the pool, too busy fishing out floating leaves and dried flower petals with the help of a skimmer.
You looked down at your bathing suit just to check that your cleavage was still on obvious display.
It had been a long time since you had to work for someone’s attention that wasn’t Yoongi’s. Were you rusty? Or had you really become that undesirable? It didn’t seem to matter that you were wearing a risque bathing suit. You might as well have been a potted plant.
Taehyung had the defense of a wall of steel. It didn’t matter what tricks you resorted to catch his eye—he never budged an inch. Even when you stretched your limbs, nylon straining to keep your decency in tact, Taehyung didn’t bat an eye. 
Needless to say, it was a huge blow to your pride.
Glad that no one else was around to witness your embarrassing attempts, you nonetheless wished to erase your existence from this earth. You gripped the sides of the magazine tighter to cover the entirety of your face and prayed for his shift to end soon.
“I could have been naked and he wouldn’t have noticed,” you despaired the next day, pressing the phone closer to your ear. 
“Maybe he just prefers dicks?” Euna tried to comfort. “Or... You know... Maybe he values his job and doesn’t want to get fired for sexual harassment.”
“I wasn’t—” You spluttered. “I’m just saying he wasn’t looking. The plants were more interesting than me! He just... I can’t believe I got bested by fucking weeds.”
“Tough luck. You shouldn’t get sulky because someone would rather work than bone you.” She paused, perhaps realizing how deep rooted your insecurity was. “Relax. It’s not the end of the world! He’s just one guy, they’re not all like that! You’re not the problem here. Sometimes guys... They need you to be more direct. They don’t understand subtle. Like, you just have to go for it. Batting your eyelashes and showing some sideboob isn’t going to suffice.”
“What do you mean go for it?” Your nose wrinkled in disdain. Yes, you were dick deprived, but not to the point that you’d jump on the nearest available dick like some savage.
“Haven’t you ever watched porn?”
“I’d rather die than deepthroat a popsicle.”
“Oh please. Like you haven’t done worse than that. ” You could hear the eye roll that accompanied her comment. “I’m telling you that men are thick in the head and sometimes need you to spell it out for them, letter by letter, word by word. None of that coy shit. The only ones that fall for that are men like your husband.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” 
“Hmph. He has the emotional range of a pea—”
“You’ve only talked to him three times in your life?”
“—so it’s surprising how well the two of you get along, all things considered. Though I suppose if anyone’s gonna get an emotionally constipated person to confess their feelings, it’s you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Did you think I was complimenting you? Oh - I gotta go now, Mom needs me in the kitchen. I’ll call you back tonight!”
“Can’t. I have T&S’s premiere launch event to attend.”
“Oh fine. Good luck, then. Get that dick! Wh— Yeah, it’s your other daughter. Oh fine. Yes, I’ll let her know.” Euna turned her attention back to you and let out a small noise of exasperation. “Mom says she’s happy to hear you and Yoongi are doing well. She’s wondering when you’ll share some, um, good news with her.”
Her words were laden with meaning. You didn’t need her to elaborate any further, having already been roped into the same conversation countless times before.
Somewhere in the background, you could hear your mother yell get that dick! with all the aggressiveness of a cheerleader during the last five minutes of a game.
Ignoring her was the wisest move. You hurriedly bid her goodbye, eager to end the call, knowing that if you didn’t you’d have to be subjected to another hour of your mother’s ceaseless nagging. And—ugh. You had other pressing matters on your hands.
Like, for one, getting that dick.
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{WEDNESDAY. 11.45 am}
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Getting dick was—surprisingly—not an easy feat. College!you would be crying if she saw how much you were currently struggling.
Your busy husband remained unswayed, no matter how often you tempted him to yield. 
That only left you with so many options, the next one being: OSTPB — Operation Seduce the Pool Boy. 
...Although that option wasn’t proving to be as fruitful as you had hoped.
Where had it all go wrong? You would have thought that your pride was enough to overwrite any subsequent embarrassment. Even if your self-esteem suffered as a consequence of your actions, you had been determined to see this through. 
Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined failing for a second time—but such had been your fate.
A glower broke out across your face, tiny creases forming between your groomed brows. Your most recent non-success had gone spectacularly awry and every time you thought back to what had happened, your stomach turned over in mortification.
Unlike Taehyung, Kim Namjoon had seen you coming from a mile away. His sharp stare had pierced straight through you, uncovering all of your secrets with the force of his gaze alone. It had taken one look at your scantily-clad body for him to correctly assess the situation and act accordingly.
Somehow that had made his disinterest all the more disheartening and humiliating. The experience forced you see your situation in a different light. You couldn’t help but pity yourself a little. A married woman throwing herself at any handsome man that came her way? That was pathetic, even by your standards.
Maybe you were better off calling the whole thing off. At least, that’s what you convinced yourself. You hadn’t counted on a third opportunity to present itself.
“Bad day?” 
“That obvious?”
Hoseok smiled. “I’d say so, yeah. You’re drinking before lunch. That’s never a good sign.”
He had a point.
Crinkling your nose, you explained, “I had to attend a baby shower this morning... It’s the third one this month! Honestly. What is it, mating season?” To you, it all served as one big reminder that everyone was getting it on except for you—which naturally put you in the brightest mood.
“Then why bother going? I’m sure you could find other activities to do instead.”
“Free Dom Perignon,” was your automatic answer, albeit not a truthful one. Hoseok cracked a smile.
“I wouldn’t have thought that to be a problem...” He eyed the flute of sparkling champagne you were currently nursing.
“It’s the principle. But... You’re right. They’re always such a chore. And I could definitely pass up on Sohee’s constant nagging. God, she never shuts up. Especially after starting on the champagne. Fucking lightweight,” you glowered, lipstick stained mouth thinning into a straight line. “All she ever does is gloat and provoke me. Whatever. She’s just mad the man she got married to is nearing 60 and balding. I’d be mad, too.” 
Hoseok laughed. It tumbled out of his parted mouth, loud, unrestrained, and so unlike the artificial pleasantries you had been subjected to all morning. The sound was clear and infectious, ringing through the summer air like wind chimes. 
You gulped down the remnants of champagne, the golden bubbles sliding down your throat smoothly. It wasn’t your first flute of the day. By now, the alcohol was flowing pleasantly through your bloodstream, warming your skin to a glow. The muscles on your face relaxed.
“But think of all the free fancy ass booze and food you’d be missing out on. If you hate the others so much, just go sit in a corner and eat your truffle hors d’oeuvres and caviar canapés in peace.” 
“If only I could,” you said, followed by a very dramatic eye roll. “I’ve got an image to keep up, you know. The gossiping crones already see me as some dumb bimbo who whored herself out to land a nice, rich, young husband.” You tried to keep your voice light and airy, but shades of bitterness could be heard despite your best efforts. 
Your marriage with Yoongi had caused quite the stir... Even now, a good year after the wedding, people still had your name on their lips, tainting it with disdain.
What bothered you was that they thought Yoongi was easy. Did they think all it took was a nice rack and a tight ass to win him over? Sometimes you wished your husband only thought with his dick—it would make things a lot easier for you, that was for sure—but that wasn’t the kind of man he was. And at the end of the day, that wasn’t the kind of man you wanted him to be, either.
“Ah, come on, it can’t be that bad.” Hoseok’s lazy smile drooped. You turned your face away, hating the sympathy you could see in his eyes. You didn’t need to be pitied. Annoyance made you take another sip.
The smart move would be to agree and end that particular discussion with a swift conversation change. It was what you were used to doing. 
But an invisible force stopped the words from shaping. Later on, you’d blame it on the liquor in your veins muddling your judgment and the sweltering summer heat making you dizzy. Instead of the prepared answers you were used to dishing out, your genuine emotions bubbled to the surface before you could filter them—and once you got started, it was impossible to stop. 
“It is. I’ve heard them. They’re not discreet, nor do they want to be.” You adjusted the sunglasses perched on your nose bridge, glad you had something to hinder Hoseok’s attentive gaze. He was too observant for his own good. “They’re always equally surprised and disappointed when they learn Yoongi hasn’t filed for divorce and put himself back on the market. Sohee’s only two years younger than me but she keeps asking me for tips.”
“Tips?”
“Yes...” To your chagrin, you found that the flute of champagne was empty so you set it down. “She always rubs her age in my face as if a two year age gap is that big of a deal. Hmph. According to her, the only reason Yoongi would stay with me for so long is because of my evil feminine wiles.”
“Didn’t you say she has a husband? Why does she care what you do with Mr. Min?”
“Yeah, well, joke’s on them because I don’t do anything.” Something sour ruined your expression. At least your Gucci shades gave you something to hide behind. “Not for lack of trying, anyway,” you added bitterly.
Hoseok tilted his head to the side, his expression one of polite confusion.
“...You don’t do anything?” he parroted, trying to make sense of the words. It was the first time hearing you profess yourself so frankly, without pretense or filter.  
“I don’t want to spell it out for you,” you grumbled, not daring to meet his eyes. You were pathetic as it was... No need to make yourself look even worse. As if you needed Hoseok pitying your nonexistent sex life on top of everything else.
There was a moment of silence, only broken by the sound of birds chirping and the distant sound of your neighbor’s dog barking. You let your eyelids flutter close, feeling a strange sensation of calm wash over your body.
Admittedly, getting your inner frustrations off your chest had been relieving, in a way. It had been nice to have someone listen to you rant, even for a moment. Talking with Hoseok was a nice change from the stilted and repetitive conversations you had during your obligatory social run-ins with other housewives. 
Speaking of Hoseok, you didn’t need to open your eyes to know that he had probably gone back to finish his job, not knowing what to say without making it awkward or crossing boundaries. You didn’t have the heart to open your eyes and check. As long as your eyes were closed, it was easier to maintain the illusion of peace you had found momentary refuge in. 
The sound of quiet rustling made you crack open an eye. Surprise had you opening both. While you had been stuck in your inner musings, Hoseok had gotten up from where he had been sitting to plop down next to you. 
You didn’t dare move. Not only because the abrupt move had caught you off guard, but you were worried that if you tried to squirm away to give him more room, you’d topple off and hit the ground. The chaise lounge was too narrow to comfortably accommodate two people but somehow it worked. When he adjusted his sitting position, the material of his swim trunks brush your outer thighs. Hoseok was so close that you felt the heat radiating off his body.
He reached over, grabbing a bottle of tanning lotion you had set down next to a pile of magazines. As he looked up, he saw your wide eyes and hastened to explain, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look really stressed.”
No shit, you wanted to snark but he cut you off before you had the chance.
“You should let me,” Hoseok suggested while shaking the bottle in his hand. “I’m pretty good at working out knots. I don’t have a certificate or anything, but—my body gets really tense after dance class, and sometimes I don’t have the time or money to go to a salon. I’ve read books and watched a lot of YouTube videos, which, I can understand may not sound very convincing but trust me, I know what I’m doing.  Of course, doing it to yourself is fine, too, but it’s a lot more effective when someone else takes care of it.”
All you could do was stare. The bout of silence was enough to make him lose a bit of confidence, and he sent you a sheepish smile. 
“I mean, it’s up to you. I’m definitely not as good as the pros but I’m not terrible, either. Some even say my massages are better than orgasms.” The sudden grin he sported was so wide that you couldn’t tell if he was exaggerating or not. “I just figured… I can’t guarantee a 100% success rate but I’ll do this free of charge, so that’s something to consider. This is a limited time offer.”
“You know I’m not one to turn down freebies,” you said through a smile, not taking as long as you should have to consider his proposition. Maybe you should have thought harder about the implications but right now his offer seemed too good to pass up. A massage that was better than nutting? Sold. “Should I…?”
“Yeah, why don’t you roll around onto your stomach for me? I can start on your back,” Hoseok said while he uncapped the bottle and squirted a dollop of tanning lotion onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together, warming up the liquid, before pressing the pads of his fingers into the meat of your shoulders. 
“This okay?” he asked as he hovered above you. “It’s better when I use scented oils like lavender but this will have to do. I didn’t bring any of my usual stuff with me.”
“Mhmm.” His voice sounded far away already. “It’s good.”
His hands covered every inch of your skin, slow in their study. Slender digits alternated between rubbing circles and squeezing flesh. From time to time, flashes of pain spread across your back as he worked on your muscles. The soreness melted away just as quickly; Hoseok seemed to know just how much pressure to exert for you to go boneless in his grip.
Slowly, you felt yourself relax under his ministrations, your head drooping further into the cushion as he worked his magic on you. You had to bite your lip to prevent any embarrassing sounds from filtering out whenever his strong hands kneaded a particularly sore spot. It felt so good that you were convinced Hoseok had been a professional masseur in his past life. Not even the ladies at the spa you regularly frequented could get you to unwind this efficiently. If you could stay in this blissed out state forever, you would. 
You heard him saying something about what pressure point he was massaging but his voice came out muffled, as if a thick stone wall was separating the two of you. His words had been tuned out the moment his hands had drifted lower to work on the bottom of your spine. Nothing else mattered but the firm press of his fingers against your heated skin made easy thanks to the slickness of the tanning lotion. 
Slightly dazed, it took a moment to register that Hoseok was repeating your name in an attempt to grab your attention.
“Is it alright with you if I untie this?” His voice was warm and syrupy like molasses. You had the strangest desire to bathe in it.
You nodded your assent, breath hitching as you felt his long digits work on the knot of your bathing suit. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally pulling the strings apart.
The tension in the air was palpable. All pretense of a simple and friendly massage having been thrown out the window the moment he had asked to remove your clothes. After all, there had been no sound and logical reason to—it wasn’t as if the thin piece of fabric tied at your back had hindered his movements in any way or obstructed his work. 
Hoseok had asked for your permission to go further and you had given it to him without a second thought.
“Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” He waited for your verbal confirmation to continue. His fingers had stilled, no longer working your skin like dough. On one hand you were thankful for him giving you ample time to back out, but on the other hand...
Now that you had been given a preview of what he was capable of doing, how did he expect you to turn him down? Maybe that had been his plan from the start—wind you up to your breaking point until you had no choice but to beg and plead. 
The top of your bikini slid off your body as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You had to crane your neck to throw him a look over your shoulder, your hair cascading down the arch of your back as you did so, but the slight discomfort was well worth it. 
The rough pads of Hoseok’s fingertips dug into the divots of your waist. To keep you still, maybe. But you could tell by the clench of his jaw that he was holding himself back. 
A sudden surge of power coursed through you. Speeding, top down on the highway and riding twisting rollercoasters...none of these came close to giving you the same high that surged through you when you were wanted, coveted, and lusted after. There was nothing more empowering than knowing your presence made men weak in the knees.
“It’s okay if it’s you, Hoseok.” You batted your lashes and let a slow smile spread across your face. 
It was an enticing invitation, one that Hoseok had no heart to refuse. He raised a tentative hand towards the scruff of your neck, letting his weight rest there as if testing the waters. When he saw that you weren’t going to retract your words or shy away from his touch, he let his palm drag down your bare back. 
There was no way that he didn’t notice the way goosebumps littered the skin he touched, the way you trembled with want. 
There was no reason to be nervous, you thought as his fingers danced on your skin. The words spoken to yourself weren’t intended to reassure—you were stating facts. Hoseok was safe and secure. You knew that if you wanted to put an end to everything right now, he’d do so without complaint.
As if reading your mind, he smiled in promise, “I’ll take good care of you. Why don’t you turn around. Let me see all of you.” He nudged you, fingers stopping short of your pale blue bikini bottoms. 
Hoseok tensed when you twisted around to lay comfortably on your back. Although he had been the one to suggest it, the sight of you topless momentarily robbed him of speech.  
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Awe colored his tone. His eyes mirrored the sentiment, wide with wonder.
He squeezed more lotion into the palm of his hands and wasted no time reaching for the dip of your waist. Warm hands slid up your sides, tickling your ribcage as they reached higher and higher. 
A shaky breath left your lips when he finally enclosed his hands around the globes of your breasts and gently squeezed. 
Desire lit a fire in the pit of your belly.
There was something undeniably sexy about having to face him while his hands freely roamed your body. When your head had been nestled in the crook of your arms, it had been easy to let your mind drift away. But your current position now made that impossible.
Hoseok’s presence was overwhelming. All you saw was him—the fiery depths of his eyes, the pretty slope of his nose, his fucking arms, and the way his long fingers were currently cupping your breasts, his thumbs rubbing the peaks insistently until they ached. The upward tug of his lips told you that he was well aware of how well he was affecting you.
“Good?” It was a rhetorical question. You were putty in his hands, as pliant and malleable as a ball of clay.
He readjusted himself between your legs and used his knees to keep your thighs spread open for him. A whine worked its way up your throat. Much to your frustration, his new position prevented you from rubbing your legs together and getting the friction you so desperately needed.
Your lower lips felt uncomfortably wet, and by the way Hoseok ran his tongue over his lips like a famished wolf in front of a long-awaited meal, you knew your arousal to be evident. By now the expensive piece of swimwear was surely stained with your juices.
Hoseok’s hands had wandered back down your body, digits now tracing your hipbones, while his gaze resolutely fixed the spot between your legs. For a reason unknown to you, he didn’t dare go any further than slip his thumbs beneath the material of your swimming suit.
Exasperation built up inside of you the longer the teasing went on. You didn’t know what he was waiting for. It was clear that he wanted it as badly as you did—if the tent in his swim shorts was any indication—so what was holding him back? How long were you going to keep staring at each other before the weakest died of blue balls?
So you did what any woman of action would have done and pulled at the strings holding up your bikini bottoms. Two quick, efficient tugs later and you were stark naked, bare as the day you were born.
Hoseok’s eyes bugged out. 
To your dismay, your forwardness failed to have the desired effect. Instead of urging him into action, all he did was freeze up.  In fact you feared that you had broken him—his mouth opened and closed once, twice, three times, but no sound came out.
“Do you need a hand written invitation?” At this point, you were running out of options. God, what did it take to get fucked around here? Like. Bless thee who invented dildos because without them you would have lost your mind a long time ago.
Finally he shook his head, hands reaching down to grip your thighs. His tongue poked out to lick his lips. “You’re something else...” 
“In a good or bad way?” you asked, the hitch in your breath audible. His hands hands had inched dangerously close to where you wanted him to touch the most.
His lips quirked into a grin. “I’ve never seen someone get this soaked over a small massage. You’re literally perfect.”
Words that should have embarrassed you were balanced out with praise. The mix of the two made your insides tighten. 
“Eager, too.” His grin widened. “That’s how I like them.”
Before you could quip back, he swiped his pointer finger through your slippery folds. The initial touch made your entire body jolt. It had been so long since someone had given you attention that your body ate everything up like it was starved. You couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched you properly, especially one that wasn’t your husband.
The thought of Yoongi only made your heart thump harder against your ribcage. You had no time to dwell on your feelings, however, not when Hoseok added a second digit to the mix. 
His brow was furrowed in concentration. Guys your age had the tendency to rush through their motions, fueled by the need to get off. Sometimes they even skipped foreplay entirely. Hoseok was not like other guys your age. He took his time running his digits through your slick lips, not caring about his own erection straining his shorts.
It didn’t take long for you to get impatient again. You had always had a problem with waiting and being patient—and the last month had seriously tested the limits of your self-restraint. 
Just when you were about to voice your frustration, Hoseok gathered your arousal until his fingers were thoroughly coated with your juices. He honed in on your aching clit with expert precision. Your thighs tensed as you tried your best to keep your hips still and your legs open. 
It didn’t take long for it to feel really good. Better than the expensive bullet vibrator that you had been using religiously for the last few weeks. You were 100% certain that you would have hurled prematurely to your end if Hoseok hadn’t eased up on the pressure, his touch now feather-light and teasing. The abrupt change in pace had you reeling.
You slumped back into the chaise lounge, the back of your head hitting the twined material with a dull plonk. Fate apparently wanted to deprive you of a good orgasm until the very end. That petty bitch.
Hoseok chuckled and you tried not to take offense. You’d like to see him last as long as you had. 
“You’re not relaxed at all.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” you deadpanned.
It was hard to keep the pout on your face when his fingers resumed their ministrations. Your knee jerked when he brushed over a particularly sensitive spot and you had to bite your tongue to keep any moans at bay.
“Ever heard of the saying ‘good things come to those who wait’?”
“I’ve been waiting plenty long!” 
“Is that so?” His tone turned sickly sweet, almost mocking. “Guess I have to reward your good behavior.”
Before you had time to second that thought, he thrust a finger up to the knuckle, the sudden intrusion catching you by surprise. It was like someone had punched the air out of you. Your mouth parted in a silent cry as his finger soon turned to two.
He kept up an easy rhythm, his fingers curving every so often to drag along your inner walls. Every single one of your nerves were on fire. 
Bit by bit, the constant and steady pressure made you unravel. Any control you had over yourself and the situation was slowly slipping through your grasp—but the loss didn’t bother you as much as it normally would have. 
“How does that feel? Shit.” He stifled a groan when he felt you clench around his fingers, no doubt imagining that it was his cock buried inside your warm pussy instead. “Shit, you’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re doing so good,” you panted between two breaths. “I’m, ah, going to cum soon.”
“Already?” he asked, equally surprised and pleased at the admission.
Your words fueled his desire to see you fall apart. His pace picked up, the force of his thrusts making your back arch every time he buried his fingers into your heat. The brush of his fingers against your velvety walls felt so good that you could have cried fat tears of gratitude. Hoseok reached so much deeper than you ever could, stroking places inside of you that you had a hard time reaching on your own.  
Hoseok must have a PhD in fingering, you thought, half-delirious from the amount of pleasure he was giving you.  It had taken him an extraordinarily short amount of time to find and zero in on all your erogenous zones. Just like how he had known which spots to press during the massage, he seemed to be eerily attuned to your body and its needs. Not that you were complaining—far from it actually.
All of your inner ramblings ceased when he squeezed in a third finger, stretching your walls to accommodate the extra digit. You expected it to burn—three fingers was nothing to scoff at, especially ones as long as his. What should have been an uncomfortable experience wasn’t thanks to how fucking wet he had made you. 
He drove his fingers in and out of you, alternating between swift and slow, rough and sweet. The wet squelches were obscene, so loud that you were convinced your neighbors could probably hear you if they tried hard enough.
Distantly, you realized what a shocking pair the two of you made. If your housemaid bothered to look out the window, she’d see you naked and getting fingered by someone who was most definitely not your husband. Now wouldn’t that be scandalous?
The mere thought of Yoongi brought you closer to the edge. Your eyes fell shut of their own accord, images of your husband replacing the ones of Hoseok. Lost in your favorite fantasy, it didn’t take long for you to reach your end. It never did when you started imagining your husband pleasuring you. 
With the memory of Yoongi’s smirk painting the dark of your eyelids, you came, walls contracting around Hoseok’s hand like it was trying to milk cock. Your back arched off the chaise, your entire frame trembling from the force of your overdue orgasm. Spots of white dotted your vision and you had to forcibly blink them away. Only then did you realize that the yells puncturing the air had belonged to you.
“So fucking pretty. How are you so fucking soft? Shit, this is way better than what I imagined.” 
“Think about me a lot?” you asked once your heart had calmed down to an acceptable rate.
You expected him to deny it but to your surprise his concession came easily. “Can’t help it.” He deliberately looked away from your look of wide-eyed curiosity. “You’re… Seriously, you could have anyone.” 
“I’m not sure about that.” You reached for the hand settled on your thigh. It was only when you interlaced fingers that he looked up at you.
There had been a time when you had felt invincible, capable of bewitching any individual of your choosing, no matter the status or experience. It seemed like a lifetime ago. 
But Hoseok spoke with such sincerity that you couldn’t help but eat up his praise. The way he touched you—stroking your body like he was handling an expensive piece of artwork, like you were valuable and untouchable—made you believe him. You wanted to be convinced. 
“I’ll show you, if you’ll let me.” He kept his gaze steady and you found it hard to look away from the intensity burning behind his stare. “Want to make you come on my tongue. Let me take care of you.”
You felt your muscles pull as you spread your legs wider, putting your glistening folds on crude display. Hoseok swallowed thickly and wasted no time diving in, one of his hands maneuvering your lower body until one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, giving him better access to your dripping core.
He leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath warm your skin. It was the only warning you got before he darted his tongue out, the flat drag of the muscle making your toes curl. 
It was slow, sweet torture. As much as you wanted more, wanted to grind yourself on his face, Hoseok kept a sturdy arm braced over your stomach while the other wrapped tightly around your thigh. You had no other choice but to just take it the way he wanted to give it, completely at his mercy. 
The steady, insistent flicks of his tongue over your clit had you gushing, your hole clenching sporadically in hopes of getting filled up again. You pulled the silky strands of Hoseok’s hair in an attempt to get him to satiate your need for more—but to no avail.
Hoseok refused to speed up, even as he felt your thighs tremble under his hold. If anything, your frustration seemed to amuse him. He chuckled against your clit, the vibrations setting each and every one of your nerve endings on fire.
“Hhn, puh-” you sucked in air. “Shit, I’m so, so close.”
He hummed in encouragement, smile hidden between your folds. 
You knew you were cumming before it actually happened. It started slowly, your toes curling and knee jerking, and then worked its way up your spine. Stars blotted your vision until all you saw was white.
If he hadn’t kept you firmly pinned in place, arm muscles flexing as you resisted, you were sure you would have crushed Hoseok’s head between your thighs. Or accidentally kicked him in the shins. The force of your orgasm was a tangible force, one that knocked the wind out of you like a punch to the gut.
“So good.” He sucked his slender fingers until they came off clean.  
Sitting there between your legs, he looked like the picture perfect definition of debauchery—red lips and chin glistening from your juices, face splotchy in the cheeks,hair mussed up and knotted by your hands.
His eyes didn’t leave yours for a second, even as he licked the last traces of you off his hand. Your core throbbed. There was something undeniably arousing about a man who genuinely enjoyed giving head, who did it because he wanted to and got off on it, not because he felt obligated to or because he wanted something else in exchange. 
“You’re so fucking sweet.” He glanced down and groaned. “I’m so hard, fuck.”
“Do you want me t—”
“No, no, just. Give me a moment.” He palmed himself through his swim trunks but kept his gaze fixed between your legs, his attention unwavering. “I’ve made such a mess of you... Look at your thighs, they’re soaked. And that stain’s going to be impossible to clean off. What are you going to do if someone asks you what happened? It’s way too big to miss.”  
You spread your thighs a bit more, intrigued by the way his hand seemed to press down harder at the visual provided. “What do you want me to tell them? I can’t possibly tell them the truth... If any of the housewives found out how good you are with your hands, they’ll end up stealing you from right under my nose.”
“I don’t care about them,” he dismissed seriously. “Why would I when the sweetest pussy is right here, all swollen and dripping for me.”
Your cum was still slowly trickling out of you. Upon hearing his words, your core clenched and the contraction made a fresh gush of opaque fluid drip down between the crevice of your ass. You resisted the urge to wipe yourself off, knew that the slight discomfort was well worth it if it meant witnessing Hoseok’s unraveling.    
Hoseok was so enraptured by the sight in front of him that he was probably unaware of how deathly attractive he looked at the moment. It wasn’t a trick of the light or an ephemeral thought. Hoseok had always been handsome in your eyes but there was a distinct difference between when he was working and when he was set on giving you the high of your life. You had never been subjected to the brunt of his charisma, but now that you had, you could tell how much control he had over himself. Even now, his sexual energy was focused and restrained. 
His eyesight had zeroed in on your pussy like a hawk sweeping in for its kill. His toned chest rose and fell, drawing attention to the sheen of perspiration lining his muscles. 
“Hoseok.” The neediness in your voice broke him out of his trance. 
When his eyes met yours, you felt your core clench up again. The sight of him shirtless, his lean muscles tensing every time his palm rubbed over the head of his erection through the material of his trunks, was enough to get you aroused all over again despite your recent orgasm. 
“Please cum on me,” you asked sweetly.
He groaned in response, the sound low and guttural in his throat. 
You hadn’t thought it possible, but his eyes darkened, black pupils swallowing up the brown of his irises until there was nothing left but raw arousal. 
“Yeah? You’d let me?” He shifted onto his haunches and hastily tugged down his shorts low enough to relieve his aching member from the confines of the fabric. His red cock stood stiff, the tip leaking pearly precum everywhere.  
A pleased smile stretched across your face. By the looks of it, he had been hard for a while.
The thought made something in your stomach curl pleasantly. You had done that, not anyone else. That alone was enough to spread heat throughout your body.
“I want you to cum all over me.”
“Fuck, when you talk like that I want to give you everything.” Hoseok held up a hand to your mouth and ordered in a gruff voice, “Spit.”
Doing as he commanded, you gathered as much saliva as you could and let it pool into his cupped palm. He muttered quick praise and wasted no time slicking up his length with your spit—not that it was needed.
It didn’t take long for him to cum.
“Where do you want it?” he asked between gritted teeth. Not once did his pace falter or slow down as he raced toward his end.
“Right here.” You didn’t need to think twice about it, your hand already reaching between your legs to open yourself up for him.
He growled as cum painted your inner thighs white. His hand stroked him through his orgasm, not stopping until he was certain he had nothing left to give you.  
When Hoseok hunched forward to slot his mouth over yours, lips tasting of you, there was no mistaking the victorious smile adorning your face.
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{FRIDAY. 10.21 am}
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Something in the air had changed.
It felt like the world had tilted on its axis and the stars had realigned themselves in the sky. It was like getting your contact lens prescription strengthened—the world just looked different.
Your midday tryst with Hoseok had been the catalyst behind it all.
The reverence illuminating Hoseok’s eyes as he watched you come apart was still fresh on your mind. It filled you with bubbly giddiness. And that feeling—that swarming of butterflies in your stomach—was undoubtedly an improvement from the paralyzing numbness you had grown accustomed to over the last few months.
For the first time in a while, you had been able to sleep soundly. The results of a good night’s sleep were perceptible to the naked eye. Your skin was dewy and radiant, clear of the usual imperfections brought on by anxiety and exhaustion.
“You look well this morning,” had complimented June as she filled your empty glass with freshly pressed orange juice. You had hummed around a bite of gluten free toast, pleased with yourself.
Your good mood lasted all throughout the morning. It was Wednesday, you realized.
There was a bounce in your step when you realized what day it was and who you’d inevitably be seeing. Even though it hadn’t been that long, time tricked you into believing eons had passed since your last encounter. So much seemed to have changed since then.
You didn’t feel like the same person, for one. There was no more awkward fumbling or nervous lip biting, no sudden urge to cover your scantily exposed body with a bathing gown. 
The confident stride towards the pool’s edge felt less like an act. When you sat down at the ledge, dipping your ankles into the lukewarm water, you didn’t feel like some kind of fraud. You were no longer trying to emulate the person you had once been—you were that person. It had just taken a while to find her again.
Jimin rose to his feet. He had been changing the water filter before your arrival had made him halt mid-activity. 
For now you didn’t pay him any mind. You stretched your neck to the side, soaking up the summer sun. You were sure that you would have painted a much more seductive picture if your ass didn’t feel like it was on fire. Literally.
The stony edge of the pool was too hot, bordering on burning. You wriggled around, hoping you’d eventually adjust to the heat but in the end couldn’t handle it.
You slid in, water splashing around you as you submerged yourself. The water barely came up to your chest, which was probably for the best because your makeup wasn’t waterproof. And runny mascara? Not your best look.
When you looked up, Jimin’s unimpressed stare met you head on.
And, granted, choosing to go for a swim while he was cleaning the pool was not the smartest or most logical feat.
You weren’t here to swim, though. And Jimin knew it, too.
Jimin didn’t shy away from your gaze. On the contrary—he seemed to enjoy the scrutiny, preening. Your shameless admiration did nothing but stroke his already well inflated ego. 
He raised his brow in your direction, half-expecting you to run away again. It felt like a challenge—one you were more than happy to take on. 
In truth, you had been waiting for this opportunity. 
Jimin didn’t disappoint. With a splash, he dived in and swam to your section. He stopped just short of you, close enough to clearly see the water trickling down his body in rivulets. 
“Is this a hobby of yours?”
“Hm? What is?” He flicked his wet bangs to the side.
“Seducing married women.”
The smile he wore told you that he found your question amusing. “...Have I seduced you?”
His remark wasn’t enough to deter you. By now, you had gotten used to his teasing and it was getting easier to ignore his attempts at winding you up.
“Why do you do it? I’m sure you could have any young and pretty thing lining up to date you.” You genuinely wanted to know. Ever since you had met him and he had made his intentions clear as day, you had wondered why he’d ever bother chasing married women. What did he expect from it? Love? Money? Was this just something to pass the time? Or was this a way to prove his sexual prowess and attractiveness?
Life had taught you that nothing in the world came for free. There was always a price to be paid. Jimin seemed to have that lesson ingrained in him as well. It was in the way he carried himself with confidence, the way he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
In many ways, Jimin reminded you of yourself—or the self that had existed before your insecurities had made your outer layer crumble.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “But I’m not interested in dating any pretty, young thing. To be frank… Dating holds no interest for me. I’m not that kind of guy.”
“You’re just looking to wet your dick,” you translated. 
“If I wanted to ‘wet my dick’,” he quoted with a roll of his eyes, “I could get that on campus. It’s not that hard to get laid when you look like I do.”
“Maybe you have a preference for cougars?”
“I’m serious. You of all people must know that relationships are about giving and taking. Compromise. I know what I can offer and what I’m willing to give up and none of those things people want.”    
The honesty in his voice made you pause. You couldn’t claim to understand what he meant—because you didn’t. If he didn’t want sex and if he didn’t want a relationship, what did that leave? If it hadn’t been for the truth coloring his tone, you would have called him out for his bullshit.
“Seduce… I guess you could call it that... But it’s not as bad as you probably think it is.” His plush lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s no trickery to it. Every single person I get involved with knows what they’re getting into. I tell them what I’m willing to offer and they name their price. It’s a fair exchange, don’t you think?”
It took a moment for his words to sink in. You blinked in realization. “You’re saying you’re in this for the money?”
Jimin was quick to correct you. “It’s not always money. Apparently they think it’s crass to give cold hard cash, they think it diminishes my worth or something along those lines.” He smiled and shrugged. Your eyes strayed to the curve of his collarbones. “Personally I don’t mind either way. Gifts are gifts.”
Looking at him now, you could picture it. He was young and attractive, willing to entertain bored and unsatisfied housewives while their negligent husbands failed to keep them happy. You could see why they’d be enthusiastic to take him up on the offer—Park Jimin was charming in a way that made you hang onto his every word. It was the way he carried himself, the way he talked, the way he looked at you. He was hard to resist and he knew it.
“Sometimes it’s not even sexual,” he went on to explain. “I think… Some of them… They just seemed... Not sad. But, like. Lonely, you know? And some of them… Sometimes I don’t really do anything, nothing that crosses lines, nothing that would get my dick chopped off if their husband watched the CCTV footage. Really, what I do is not as salacious as you’re imagining… Most of it is quite tame.”
“Tame?” Jimin didn’t fit the definition of tame by a long shot. Your eyebrows scrunched up together, skepticism etched deeply onto your expression.
“Well. I’m hot,” Jimin stated, serious. “So that already takes care of half of it.”
You laughed, silently wondering how it was possible for a person to be so shameless. Although you supposed you weren’t one to talk. You were as vain as they came. It was just shocking to see someone not even try to fake modesty. The near perpetual smirk on his face would be insufferable on anyone else, but Jimin made it work in his favor.
“I don’t do anything special. Well, okay. Maybe I make a show out of cleaning the pool, but that’s about it.” 
He glanced down at his choice of swimwear and you eventually caught on to what was insinuated. Much like the ones he had on during your last encounter, his swimwear seemed to be a size too small for him, hugging his thick thighs and putting his impressive muscles on display. Even the chastest person on the planet would have difficulty abstaining from ogling his build. Thirsty housewives wouldn’t stand a chance.
A half-naked, attractive man doing manual work? “I can see what you mean,” you agreed. “I don’t doubt your popularity among the married crowd.”
“Oh?” He tilted his chin so that he could stare at you through wet lashes. The water droplets gave the illusion that his eyes were framed by minuscule crystals. When he blinked, you couldn’t look away, spellbound. “Are you including yourself?”
Something in your expression made the shade of his irises burn to black, the heat in his eyes as smothering as burning hot coals. Your already unstable heart found it hard to function. It knocked loudly against your chest and you were afraid it would burst from the force of it.
As a last ditch effort to regain control of the situation, you hurriedly asked, “Do you have anything off limits? Or are you okay with doing anything?”
The string of questions broke the oppressing sexual tension that had threatened to consume you. His alluring expression shifted back to a neutral one.
“Depends on the person,” he answered after thinking it over, serious once again. “I can’t fake arousal. I’m either hard or I’m not, you know?” 
“You’ve had sex with some of them before though, have you?”
“Yeah.” It was an easy admission. Jimin wasn’t boasting but he wasn’t ashamed of his past deeds either. “Not often and never off the bat, but yes. Can’t say that I haven’t.”
“Inside or outside the house?”
“Once inside the gardening shed, against the door. Wouldn’t recommend unless you fancy a trip to the hospital to remove all the splinters on your back. I’ve also done it in the bed they shared with their husband. That was...something.” The way he said it made it sound like the understatement of the century. 
Before you could press, he continued, “Sex isn’t really something I’m up for all the time though. I’ve learned the hard way that it’s easy to let things get out of control...” A grimace, a pause, and then, “It’s easy for people to get confused. Feelings can develop and that’s... I’d rather avoid those complications if I can. There’s nothing fun about making women cry.”
It sounded like a warning.
You wondered how many times he had to reiterate his stance, how many times he had to draw lines and keep them clear to avoid breaking hearts. You wondered how much of his story was laced with truth and how much of it was twisted to deceive you.
How many before you had been presented with the same backstory? How many of them had let themselves be tempted by his proposition? It seemed like a good deal, after all. Who would be willing to refuse such a irresistible offer? You could only imagine how excited they had been at the prospect of having their appetite sated by such a young and handsome man.
You had never been under the illusion that your liaison would evolve into a whirlwind romance worthy of the greatest love songs. Unlike the countless others who had eagerly emptied out their purses just to get a taste of him, you had no plans on taming his wild heart. His love, his feelings—they weren’t what you were after. 
“What’s something you’ve never done before?” you dared to ask, angling your head to peer up at him through your lashes. It was a good angle, one you knew from experience that worked.
“Never done? Well, let’s see...” He scratched the back of his neck. “I’ve never kissed any of them. Properly, on the mouth.”
Your brow raised. You hadn’t expected that answer. Kissing did seem tame in comparison to the exploits he had previously listed. “How come?” 
“It gets too personal, I guess.” Jimin refrained from elaborating any further. Not that he needed to—you could tell from the way he skirted around the question that kissing meant more to him than he would rather let on.  
Immediately, you knew what you wanted. 
“You said that you’d give me anything I ask for.”
Jimin wasn’t dumb; he quickly caught on.
“You want me to kiss you.” He tilted his head, a strange glint in his eyes. They flickered down to your mouth for the briefest of moments.
Your heart raced. A wary expression had crossed his face. Like he was finally seeing you differently—not as another conquest who would eat out of his hand and bend over backwards just to spend some time by his side, but acknowledging you as an equal who set her own terms and played by her own rules. A player, not a pawn.
Soon, the cautious attitude was replaced with excitement. Like the idea of playing a new game excited him.
"And what do I get in return?"
You blinked. Of course. It had been silly of you to think he'd give it up for free.
"What do you want?" You hadn't thought very far and your mind raced as it tried to find a suitable method of compensation. Expensive wristwatches, art work...
"I don't want anything you'd be willing to give anyone else." Jimin cut in, interrupting your inner musings. "I want something you'd only be willing to give your husband."
How very specific.
"I don't..." you trailed off, lost in thought. There was no time to question the nature of his request, not when your mind was caught up trying to find something, anything, that fit his criteria.
"I'll blow you."
You wet your lips. It was meant to be seductive but you were too nervous to properly pull it off.
Jimin raised a brow in response. It was impossible to tell if the answer was favorable or not, so you rambled on. "I've never... Since we started dating, the only... I've only been intimate with my husband.”
Until recently, was left unsaid. You weren’t sure if Hoseok counted. Maybe you should rephrase to avoid misunderstandings.
“I’ve never had... I’ve never sucked anyone else off.” There. Now you weren’t lying. “Even before Yoongi and I dated, I never did it that much. Not because—not because I don't enjoy it, but. I've always been more on the receiving end."
"You're a selfish lover," concluded Jimin, nodding in understanding like he hadn’t expected anything less.
You frowned. "I get that it sounds that way, but it's not! Sex doesn’t boil down to oral."
"Oh, I know," he smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I'm intrigued... But who’s to say your oral skills will live up to my standards?"
"As far as I know, no one's left you a 5 star rating for your kissing skills." Huffing, you crossed your arms. In the back of your mind, you knew Jimin was poking fun at you in order to elicit a reaction, but you were too offended to care about how you were playing into his games.
A kiss for a blowjob? If you hadn’t been desperate for the latter, you would have denounced the unfair exchange.
Jimin leaned in, his fingers tilting your chin in the angle he wanted, and studied your face like he was committing your features to memory. He drank in your appearance, down to the flutter of your lashes, the parting of your lips, and the hitch in your breath when he bent his neck to close the distance.
There was something careful about his touch. Unlike the searing intensity behind his gaze, the press of his fingertips against your skin was careful, almost like he was handling glassware. Time seemed to move extremely slowly. He took his time, seemingly content with just cupping your chin between his fingers and admiring you.
For a moment, you thought he'd back out on his offer, not willing to part with the one thing he'd denied the string of conquests who had previously been in your shoes.
When Jimin pressed his lips against yours, you had to fight back the urge to gasp. His earlier demeanor had lulled you into a false sense of security. You had expected him to take his time, kisses gentle and slow-paced. 
There was nothing of the sort—Jimin's kisses were hungry, insistent, and stole the breath out of your lungs with every press of his lips against your own. 
Whenever he let up, you took the opportunity to gasp in a mouthful of air. The lack of oxygen was making your head spin, you vision blurring at the edges. You were slipping down a very slippery slope. The longer his mouth moved against yours, the quicker you felt all reason and sanity abandon you.
Jimin’s control never wavered. There were times when you tried to dictate the pace but he'd pinch your chin to keep you still.
A moan worked its way up your throat when he gave a particular hard suck to your bottom lip. Not knowing what to do with yourself, body overheating with lust, your fingernails dug into his shoulders in a last-ditch bid to ground yourself back to reality. Jimin growled in response, one of his hands tangling itself in your hair to tug at the strands. You stilled immediately, the show of dominance enough to make your body go limp in his hold.
When his tongue finally met yours, licking into your open mouth with fervor, it  wiped your brain clean of all coherency, your mind now blissfully blank. There was only Jimin, only his heat melting against your own, only his scent enveloping you like a warm cocoon you never wanted to break out of. Eventually, though, he had to pull back for air and you almost whined in protest. 
After all, who needed air? What use was breathing when you could be spending that time kissing him instead?
It took a while for the heavy fog to lift. When it did you noted that you were still slightly out of breath, your heartbeat erratic and deafening. Under any normal circumstances, you'd be embarrassed by how effortlessly he had turned your insides to gush.
You struggled to keep your eyes open as you craned your neck to look at him properly. You had no time to feel self-conscious, however. Jimin's erotic appearance was much more interesting. 
His lips were swollen a dark pink hue that perfectly complimented the flush high on his cheeks. It was a pretty sight, but nothing comapred to the deep pools of lust that stared back at you. Jimin looked like he could swallow you whole with his stare alone.
Your entire body trembled at the prospect of him carrying out the silent promise. In fear or anticipation—you did not know yet. You had barely survived his kiss. What were you going to do if he had his way with you? Now you understood why Jimin kept himself at an arm's reach from all of his suitors. His touch was lethal, designed and weaponized to make his unsuspecting victims fall deep into trance. Once you got involved with him, there was no coming back out of it the same. He was like a ruthless drug. One hit and that was all it took for your body to become hooked to the feeling. If you had any more, you'd stay addicted for the rest of your life, whether you wanted to or not.
Jimin was dangerous. Even in your prime, you had never been this powerful. The worst part was that he knew it. He wielded his charm with expertise, knew exactly how much to give to make you weak at the knees. You had only had a taste of him and yet your body thrummed with a burning need for more.
Thankfully, his needs mirrored yours. You didn’t have to wait long for him to hoist himself onto the ledge of the pool, the lean muscles of his arms flexing as he dragged his body out of the water with the grace of a panther. In the blink of an eye he had shucked off his sodden swim trunks and placed the wet material under him as a cushion. 
You gulped, feeling almost bashful. It was...a lot to take in. It felt almost wrong to ogle at him now that he was stark naked.  
Unaware of your embarrassment, Jimin puffed out his chest, shameless as ever. With a smirk plastered on his face, he patted his thick thigh and nodded in your direction.
“C’mre.” He spread his knees, cock hanging heavy between his thighs. “Time to be a good host and return the favor.”
You waddled closer before your brain could talk you out of it, mesmerized by the sight in front of you.
Jimin’s dick was—for lack of better terms—pretty. He was thick, not too long or too veiny, and pink at the head. He kept his pubic hair neatly trimmed, the dark patch standing out against golden skin.   
Weeks ago you would have never thought twice about sucking off a man who wasn’t Yoongi. Yet here you were, mouth watering at the prospect of Jimin filling up your mouth. 
You had Yoongi to thank for that. 
For the briefest moment, you let yourself imagine the look on Yoongi’s face if he walked in on you right now. Even if you had an idea, it was hard to predict what his reaction would be...
Jimin’s croon yanked you back to reality. “Let me see what you can do. No hands, sweetheart. Show me what you got.”
The look aimed your way was full of expectation. 
Not one to disappoint, your lips automatically stretched around his girth. You suckled the tip and sighed in contentment as he slowly plumped up against the flat of your tongue
God, you had missed sucking dick. You hadn’t been lying earlier when you had confessed how much you enjoyed it. There was something exhilarating about making a man go putty in your hands—or mouth. No matter how much they thought they had control over the situation, the reality was that you had them by their cock. 
Drool pooled in your mouth, spilling at the corners, but Jimin didn’t seem to mind the mess. If anything, the visual made him impossibly harder. He hummed low in his throat as his heavy erection throbbed on your tongue, and ran a hand over your face to feel the sizable bulge poking your cheek.  
“You look so gorgeous like this, stuffed full from my cock.” He grinned down at you with all the self-satisfaction of someone getting his dick sucked. “Really fucking pretty.”
One of his thumbs traced patterns over your cheekbones and you felt your face warm. The action was almost...sweet. And it most definitely felt out of place in this context.
The tender moment was broken the instant his length hit the back of your throat. You gagged, the choked sound loud enough to drown out his deep groan of appreciation. 
It was with great reluctance that he let you pull back to catch your breath. You coughed, slightly embarrassed that you were so out of form.
He reached out to break the thin string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his weeping cock. He smoothed his coated fingers over your lips, smearing the excess saliva and his precum all over your mouth and cheeks with the focus of a painter hard at work.
The sight made his lower belly sing with satisfaction. And still, he wanted more.
Jimin took a minute to appreciate your less than perfect appearance. He was so used to seeing you with perfectly applied lipstick and coiffed hair, that seeing you so disheveled made something in his stomach kick. His thoughts ran wild. He was hit with a primal desire to ruin you, mark you up and leave the imprint of his dick in your throat so you’d remember him long after this was over.
“Wanna see you choke yourself on my cock,” he grunted, his member twitching at the thought. “Think you can do that for me?” 
Instead of a verbal reply, you leaned it to plant a kiss on the flushed head of his erection, kissing down his hard length until your mouth reached the base of it. When you looked up, his gaze was darker than the night skies. 
A shudder ran through your body, from the crown of your head all the way down to the tips of your toes.  He never broke his gaze, the weight of it pressing down on you like a security blanket.
When you took one of his balls into your mouth, wet and messy just like you suspected he liked it, his hands shot up to rake through your hair. They pulled at the strands but not hard enough to stop you. Conflict warred on his face, unsure if he wanted you stop or not.
“You’re fucking nasty,” he rasped when you gave a particular hard suck, your cheeks hollowing around his sack. “I love it. Who would’ve fucking thought that I’d land such a good slut?”
Your moan was muffled, slightly distorted, but he heard it all the same. His eyes curved into crescents. “You like that, huh?”
He abandoned the grip he had on your hair in order to enclose his fingers around his length instead.
“Show me your tongue. Yeah, like that.” He bit down on his bottom lip when you flawlessly executed his command. Jimin kept you like that for a while, your tongue hanging out and waiting on him like an obedient dog. He seemed in no hurry to get the show on the road, content with observing while he fisted his cock in lazy strokes. It was humiliating but your core had never felt this on fire.
Saliva pooled in your mouth and threatened to overflow. Just when it started to trickle down the sides of your open mouth, Jimin fed you his meaty cock as a reward.
“Now show me what a good slut is capable of.”
It was all the motivation you needed to take him as deep as your throat allowed. Your throat, unaccustomed to the stretch and burn, had difficulty adjusting. Patiently, Jimin let you to take all the time you needed. Determined to perform well, you worked on his cock until he was all you could taste and smell. 
Jimin was a lot more vocal than what you had imagined. It was a pleasant surprise. Guys usually held back - refused to give up that semblance of control - but Jimin’s ego was far from fragile. Whenever you swallowed he sucked in a quick breath of air, and when the muscles in your throat clamped down around his length he hissed out deep groans, their low timbre sending shivers down your back.
You paid close attention to his reactions and cataloged them. And that feeling - of having to learn someone’s ticks - was one that you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 
Maybe if the circumstances had permitted it, you would have explored that feeling, questioned what it meant and why you enjoyed it. As it was, you were valiantly trying not to make unattractive whale sounds every time Jimin’s fat cock jabbed the back of your throat.
It seemed like ages before your throat finally relaxed enough to take him all the way down to the hilt. Jimin kept a firm hand on top of your head, not exerting enough pressure to lock you in place, but the implication was there. 
“Fuck.” His balls ached, feeling like they were about to burst. The closer he approached climax, the more his tongue ran loose. “You take it so good, make me feel so fucking good. Choke on my fat cock—just like that. A little longer, c’mon, I know you can take it. Good girl. God, you’re so—oh fuck!”
The muscles in the back of your throat had closed up and you gagged from lack of air. Eyes glassy from unshed tears, you struggled to not clamp down your teeth on his dick as your body was pushed to its limits. Only Jimin’s moans of ecstasy kept you from pulling back too soon—that and the deathly tight grip in your hair.
“Your mouth should be illegal.” Mercifully he let you catch your breath. The respite was brief. Your lungs burned but you had no time to do anything about it before he used the grip in your hair to slam you back down his length. 
If you had been able to set the pace before, there was no possibility of that now. Jimin used your mouth like he was paying for it, his rhythm fast-paced and erratic. The rough treatment should have provoked objection and a litany of protests but to your shame and surprise, there was not a fiber in your body that wanted to stop.
You knew that Jimin was nearing his end long before he announced it. He tried to keep the shakiness out of his voice, but there was no hiding the signs of his impending orgasm.
Jimin hissed out a few last obscenities, his tongue stumbling to get out the words as his entire body tensed up like a volcano about to erupt. “Better swallow it all, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to dirty the pool I worked so hard to clean, now would you? That wouldn’t be very nice…”
You sucked harder in reply, your tongue pressed up against a sensitive vein near the head of his dick. The hold on your hair tightened and he groaned in ecstasy, pleasure wracking his entire frame. “’Atta girl. You’re gonna take me right down your throat. Gonna show me how well you take it? Prove to me that you’re a good girl ‘til the end, hnn?”
Bitterness coated your tongue before he could finish formulating his question. It flooded your mouth in thick spurts.
Yoongi had always claimed that your greed was boundless when it came to cum. You were only proving his words to be true by swallowing everything down in large gulps. It was a bit on the depraved side—you knew some of your friends wouldn’t swallow semen even if they got paid millions for it—but you loved it. You sucked him down until you were certain that he had nothing left to give you.
“So fucking greedy.” Jimin huffed out a laugh and eased you off when the stimulation became too painful to bear. “Knew the moment I met you that you were just gagging for a taste. Look at you… Don’t even need to tell you to clean me off.”
Now that you were no longer caught up in the moment, it was easier to think straight. Arousal still pulsed between your legs but it had been dulled, no longer screaming for attention. 
“My husband taught me well.”
Jimin raised a brow, mouth splitting into a grin. “Maybe I should thank him.”
“That would be the polite thing to do.” Would it? What protocol should be followed after face-fucking your boss’s wife? “Though I think Yoongi should be the one thanking you.”
“Hmm.” Jimin chose not to question. Less questions, meant less involvement and he hadn’t been lying when he had said that he liked to keep his distance. Even without the questions, Jimin was perceptive enough to pick up on the unsaid. The look on your face told him everything he needed to know. “You like him a lot, that elusive husband of yours.”
“Would I be here if I didn’t?” you said, making him pause.
For once, Jimin found himself at a loss for words.
There was something disconcerting about your smirk that had his stomach twisting in knots. It was not the look he expected to see. Instead of the residual yearning and disappointment, there was nothing but satisfaction written on your face. It bothered him for a reason he could not quite grasp.
Without really knowing how or why, Jimin's instincts told him that he had been played at his own game.
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“It’s today, isn’t?” 
You kept the phone pressed close to your ear by raising your shoulder into an exaggerated shrug. Your hands were otherwise occupied, one of them taking out a hair roller, the other applying a deep red color onto the soft pillow of your lips.
It was hard work—one wrong move would stain the skin around your mouth. On any other day, you wouldn’t dare rush, but today there was no time to erase and reapply. You were on a tight schedule. Luckily for you, you had the art of multitasking down to a T.
On the other side of the line, Bogum replied to your inquiry. You hummed in a distracted manner, too busy observing your reflection for any imperfections.
Satisfied with your handwork, you smacked your lips together. Red was the perfect choice. Femme fatales like Marilyn and Brigitte would be proud.
“He left so early this morning I wasn’t even able to wish him luck. Do you happen to know when he’ll be done? He won’t be home before... Ah - I see. Okay, yes, of course I will. No, that’ll be all, thank you Mr. Park. I will, thank you. Have a nice day.” 
After casting one last pleased once-over at your reflection in the vanity mirror, you made your way to the conservatory with all the smugness of someone who knew that they were in for the fuck of their life.
And there was no better candidate for the job than Kim Seokjin. 
Equipped with model-like proportions and a face that belonged on the silver screen, he was the epitome of beauty. Renaissance artists would have begged on their knees to replicate his good looks on canvas. You knew, however, just by looking at his perfectly symmetrical features, that someone as physically perfect as Kim Seokjin was incapable of being duplicated. Renowned and prestigious painters would have struggled to capture the aura he radiated, their painted renditions crude imitations of the real thing.
His presence alone inspired adulation. With that kind of face, it was probably common occurrence that throngs of women - and men - threw themselves reverently at his feet like he was a god and the world was his temple.
In other words—Seokjin was unworldly beautiful. 
...And he also had the ego to match it. 
In that aspect, he reminded you of Jimin. They were both individuals who would never settle for sub-par fucks, even if their lives depended on it. 
Seokjin was well aware of his worth and he probably thought himself deserving of the best. Unlike Jimin, he had no interest in playing games. You knew that with him, there would be no give and take, no push and pull, no ploys of seduction. If he liked what he saw enough, he’d bite. If he didn’t, he’d turn up his nose and move on to the next best thing.
Maybe the past few days had gone to your head, filling you with undeserved confidence, but you were convinced that he wouldn’t turn you down. Not when you had on your fuck-me-heels and a dress you knew for a fact made your ass look fantastic.
You looked fucking good. In the past an outfit like this would have been sufficient incentive for Yoongi to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you silly until your legs turned to jello and you forgot what day of the month it was.
If it had once worked on Yoongi – the toughest stone to crack – then Seokjin would most likely break as easily. As monumental as his ego was, Seokjin wasn’t an impenetrable fortress.
Still…you had expected a bit more resistance than the reality you were met with. When you had asked him whether he’d fancy taking a break, your tone unmistakably suggestive, Seokjin had proceeded to ditch the protective gloves and cleaning equipment, not needing to be asked twice, and had promptly followed you into the house with the enthusiasm of a puppy promised a treat.
As soon as you had crossed the threshold, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of you. Large hands groped whatever handfuls of flesh they were able to reach, zealous in their exploration. You giggled at his blatant impatience. All of your assumptions were proved right—Seokjin was undoubtedly accustomed to getting whatever he wanted, when he wanted. He took without hesitation, his movements bold and unabashed.
You had to physically pull him down the hallway in order to get him to move. If he had his way, he would have probably taken you right there against the wall, too impatient to bother with the removal of clothes.
“In here?” he gawked, his eyes darting around the room in alarm. “You want to fuck on your husband’s bed.”
You huffed out an amused breath. “It’s my bed, too. Where did you expect me to bring you, the rooftop?” 
Seokjin paused, considering. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed around an invisible knot of nerves.
In the background, only the quiet whir of a ceiling fan could be heard. If you listened hard enough, you’d probably be able to hear the conflicting thoughts warring through his mind.
Inwardly, you rolled your eyes. What kind of skewered sense of moral righteousness was this? He was fine fucking his boss’s wife but not in his bed?
Seokjin didn’t take too long to arrive at the same conclusion.
“Alright,” he said, mind made up. Any trace of hesitation had been erased from his eyes, replaced only by fiery resolve. “Let’s get it.”
“I—” you opened your mouth and then closed it. 
You had forgotten what it was like to fuck around with fratboys. It brought you back to a time when the only available guys around you were as vapid as they were handsome. It came without saying that hooking up with the star players on the football team had come with its perks—like their short refractory periods and unbeatable stamina. But all in all, the list of cons had outweighed the pros, and you had come to the conclusion that fifteen minutes of sex with a hot guy wasn’t worth the pain of being bored out of your mind.  
Meeting Yoongi had been a breath of much needed fresh air. You still recalled the elation and excitement of meeting someone so sophisticated and worldly. College kids couldn’t hold a candle to him.
Seokjin bent down and kissed you. 
You had been so engrossed in your thoughts that the feeling of his lips against your own did not register at first. But Seokjin was insistent and refused to be ignored. He worked his mouth against yours, tongue hot and probing the seam of your mouth.
Instinctively, you gave in to his advances, your body responding before your brain had the chance to catch up. His plush lips were soft and tasted slightly of coconut. Most importantly, they were experienced in the art of kissing. Seokjin kissed you fervently, tongue swiping against yours, determined to elicit as many moans as he could from you.
“That’s better,” he said between two pants. “I want you like this.”
You hummed, slightly dazed. “Like what?”
In lieu of an answer, Seokjin cupped your cheek and angled your head to the side so that he could kiss you deeper.
You had no opportunity to demand a verbal reply—not when his mouth kept you otherwise occupied. As the seconds stretched on, you felt yourself go weak in the knees. If it wasn’t for the firm hold he had around your waist, bracing you against his concrete-hard chest, you were certain you’d have already crumpled into an inelegant heap on the floor.
Hours or minutes could have elapsed—you had no clue. It was only when Seokjin pulled up for air that time seemed to regain its true course. You blinked away the spots dotting your vision, the world slowly coming back into focus.
“Yeah, like this,” Seokjin smiled down at you, pleased with what he saw. “I want you like this—thinking only of me, no one else. I’m the only one you’ll ever think of after this, won’t I?”
You cleared your throat, not trusting your voice. Seokjin raised an eyebrow like he expected an answer and you obliged, albeit a bit wobbly. “I’m not sure that’ll be enough to get me to remember you.”
Seokjin laughed. You could feel it rumble in his chest, so loud was his amusement. “You only say that because you haven’t been with a man like me. Once I give it to you, you’ll never think about another cock again.”
You tilted your head as if unconvinced. You had heard variants of the same promise over the years and had learned not to hold anyone to their word.
“What do you need?” Seokjin cajoled. “Tell me what you need from me and I’ll give it to you, babygirl.”
“I need a cock in me.” The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable.  
He exhaled sharply, not expecting you to be so blunt. “Fuck, okay.”
One of his hands reached down for the silver buckle of his belt but the nervous buzz thrumming through his body made him clumsy. After a few seconds of fumbling with the button of his jeans, you joined in to help. His impatience seemed to have rubbed off on you because you found that you had no use for unnecessary prolongations. As crude as the thought was, you needed to be fucked. Preferably sooner than later.
“Shit.” His jaw clenched just as your hand squeezed around his length. 
“You’re so big, what the fuck.” You palmed his girth once again, just to confirm your initial assessment. And—yep. He was fucking packing. 
So he really had hit the genetic jackpot. Huh, you intoned, not really surprised by the discovery. Some people really did have all the luck in the world.
You fell to your knees unceremoniously. The polished floorboards dug into your shins but you were quick to dismiss the discomfort, too taken by the sizable length in front of your face. It wasn’t impressively thick, but the length was just right. Your thighs tightened as you imagined how well it could fill you up.
Impatience got the best of you and you spit into your palm, too lazy to go grab the lube from the bedside table. You used both hands to work his member to stiffness, occasionally leaning forward to spit onto his growing erection, the excess saliva easing the glide of skin on skin.
“Fuck, keep going. Get me ready to fuck you.” The sound of his voice made you glance up for the first time.
From this angle, Seokjin positively towered above you.
God, you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.
Lust pumped through your veins, warming you from the inside out. Seeing him so affected made you re-double your efforts. The only thought crossing your mind right then was how much you wanted to see him to fall apart.
You twisted your hand with every upstroke, paying extra attention to the sensitive underside near the head of his cock. Every time you let your thumb stroke that particular area, Seokjin’s hips thrust forward of their own accord, a muffled groan of satisfaction making its way past his lips before he could swallow them down.
As much as he tried to appear unaffected, you could tell that he was slowly but surely being worn down. His hands balled into fists at his sides, nails digging white crescents onto the surface of his skin in an attempt to reign in his raging desires.
When you reached down to play with his balls, Seokjin decided that he had had enough.
Yanking you up by the arm, he manhandled you onto the bed, lifting you around like you weighed next to nothing. The perfectly ironed Egyptian cotton sheets crinkled under your weight but you couldn’t care less. By the end of the night, those wrinkles would be the least of your concerns.
“You sure about this, right?” He asked while kicking his pants and briefs all the way off. The rest of his clothes followed suit, and you gulped audibly as he revealed his broad shoulders, chiseled chest and slim waist in all their glorious nakedness. “Once I start I won’t hold back… And I’m not sure you’re ready for the fuck of your life.”
“Yes! I need a cock so bad. Please.”
Ignoring your whiny pleas, he bent his torso over the edge of the bed, blindly searching through the discarded clothes piled up on the floor.
“Condom. Where the fuck did I—Aha!” He grinned triumphantly when he found the foil packet in the back pocket of his jeans.
“I don’t need it,” you cut in before he ripped it open. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”
“Wha— Are you serious?” Momentarily stunned, he gaped down at you, condom wrapper still clutched between his fingers. “You want me to raw you.”
His crude phrasing made you squirm. “I like the feeling of cum in my pussy…” You felt your cheeks flame at the confession. “If you’re clean then please don’t use it.”
Seokjin chewed his bottom lip, visibly lost in thought.
“Please? Want to feel you fill me to the brim.” His eyes flashed. You knew you had him, then. 
When he spoke next, it was more out courtesy than due to indecisiveness. “What about Mr. Min?”
“What about me?” a familiar voice cut through the air.
You both startled, heads whipping towards the doorway. Except, unlike you, Seokjin recoiled, stumbling back like he had been burnt by a hot iron, his hands seizing the nearest pillow to cover up his modesty. From an outside perspective it must have been quite the sight.
“Oh please don’t stop on my account. Keep going, we were just getting to the good part,” Yoongi said coolly as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was still in his work clothes but had lost his suit jacket somewhere along the way. His white dress shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and your eyes were instantly drawn to his arms. One of the corners of his mouth twitched when he took note of your interest but his face remained otherwise blank, giving nothing away.
“W-what?” Seokjin gulped, any of his earlier bravado gone.
"Did I stutter?" Yoongi’s tone was monotone, almost bored. But his eyes—they told a whole different story. They pierced right through you, pinning you in place. Not that there was anywhere else you'd rather be than here, right now, with him, in this bedroom. You had been waiting for this moment for so long that the anticipation was killing you.
His cold gaze slid back over to Seokjin as he silently seized him up. "Well? Didn't I hear you say you were going to give my wife 'the fuck of her life'?" Yoongi's words were twisted with sarcasm. It was evident that he was looking down on Seokjin, his tone nothing but straight up condescending.
The way they talked about you like you weren’t even in the room should have been off-putting but for now you preferred to watch the scene unfold without interfering. There would be plenty of time to play later.
"What? Can't put your money where your mouth is?" Yoongi scoffed and leaned back against the wooden doorframe, feigning disappointment.
Seokjin bristled, deeply offended.
Internally, it dawned on you that this might be the first time someone had so openly challenged Seokjin. You knew guys like him—they were used to getting their way, used to being showered in constant praise, used to people coming back and begging for seconds, so thirsty for more they’d settle for scraps. Yoongi contempt had probably knocked Seokjin out of his orbit, rattling the latter to the core.
"You think I can't pleasure her?" he dared ask, eyebrows inflexed. His attempt at intimidation would have been more efficient had he not been the only one naked, you observed from the sidelines.
"Go on." Yoongi waved his hand, looking like he couldn't care less. "I'd like to see you try."
The clear disregard made Seokjin's jaw tick. His heavy brow furrowed. For the first time since Yoongi's presence was made known, Seokjin rounded on you, his normally honey brown irises now a murky, indescribable color. 
You shuddered, high on the feeling of being the subject of both of their attention. 
The air crackled with electricity, the tension escalating by the second, and you realized that playtime had arrived faster than anticipated. 
Seokjin approached you, much like a lion stalking his prey. You couldn't help but notice the determined glint in his eye, the confidence he wore unfailingly till the end. In his mind, he was going to win. He had no doubt about it. You were going to bend to his will and cum hard on his tongue just like the countless others had before you.
You almost felt bad for him. 
Maybe... Maybe if you had met him years ago, things would have gone exactly like how Seokjin pictured it in his head. But what he failed to realize was that he was in Yoongi's den, playing by Yoongi's rules.
And your husband? He never started anything he knew he wouldn't be able to finish. That was the business man in him. He measured the risks and calculated the cost before any operation, thus ensuring that he would never be beaten.
It was easy to tell by his relaxed posture that he really did view Seokjin as a non-threat.
You had known, of course, that he had never considered losing as an option. Yoongi had been the one to propose this particular game in the first place, after all. Even if it was a first for the both of you, he must have known that the stakes would always remain in his favor.
“Ready?” The mattress dipped under his weight. Seokjin crawled over you, kneeling so that his legs bracketed yours. There was a fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there fifteen minutes ago. He looked like a man with something to prove.
Inadvertently, your gaze flitted back to the doorway, searching for Yoongi’s. You wanted to see his face, needed to see how he’d react to another man touching you. 
“Eyes up here.” Reluctantly, you followed Seokjin’s instructions. He noticed your pout right away. “When I’m through with you, you won’t even remember you’re married.”
Gutsy. Your head turned to catch Yoongi’s reaction but Seokjin stopped you by leaning down to kiss you full on the lips. 
It was a strange feeling. Usually, you shut out the rest of the world, attention solely focused on the pair of lips moving against your own, but instead you felt hyper-aware of every little thing going on around you, ears straining as you tried to figure out what Yoongi was up to. 
Seokjin nipped your swollen lip, unhappy with how your mind kept drifting. You tried to make a more conscious effort and show more interest, running your hands up and down his arms and letting out puffs of air whenever his hands ghosted over a ticklish area of your body.
Now that you had become a more active participant, you had finally begun to appreciate the slow pace Seokjin had built up. Contrary to your expectations, he hadn’t shoved his horse dick into you and hammered away. He took his time with you, making a show out of it. You couldn’t say you disliked it.
Okay, so, admittedly your expectations had been pretty low to begin with... But you were quickly seeing the errors of your ways. And, in your personal opinion, it was always better to be pleasantly surprised than the opposite. 
Yoongi did not share the sentiment.
It was the first time a stranger had been invited into your shared bedroom. Seeing another man settled against the pillows he slept on at night wasn’t a sight he had ever imagined he’d see—let alone enjoy. 
And for a while, he let himself watch without intruding in on the scene, a foreign and inexplicable feeling rooting him to the spot. Yoongi had no name for it but the longer he played spectator, the more intense the emotion became.
Beneath the alien feeling, he detected arousal and although he wasn’t sure what exactly he found exciting about the sight in front of him, a ball of desire coiled tightly at the base of his spine.
Objectively, both of you looked beautiful together. Your words had not done Seokjin’s beauty justice. When he looked at the pair of you intertwined, it was like watching a high quality Hollywood movie. But Yoongi knew that his arousal wasn’t just surface level. It ran deeper than that.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he goaded, needing to confirm his suspicions. “You should get her ready to take cock. She hasn’t been fucked in a while, so she’ll be tight.”
He saw how his words made you squirm and smothered a smirk. He couldn’t wait to deal with you.
When Seokjin looked up to meet his gaze, Yoongi was surprised to see incredulity present in the brown of his eyes.
“Wait.” He swallowed, suddenly losing the confidence he had sported earlier. “Y-you’re actually serious about this?”
Ah. Yoongi suspected that the slow pace hadn’t been because Seokjin had wanted to enjoy his wife, but because he had been waiting for Yoongi to jump in and put a premature end to all of this.  
“Looks like you really were all talk. But what else should I have expected from some college grad student…”
Provoking him into action proved to be too easy. The line of Seokjin’s mouth hardened and he renewed his previous efforts. He grew bolder, hands deliberately reaching for your breasts to squeeze them through the expensive material of your dress.  The kiss became sloppier as well, losing all finesse. From what Yoongi could see, there was less technique, but more tongue and teeth.
Whatever fire Yoongi had lit inside him had made him careless.
Yoongi’s pointed stare never strayed. As if sensing the scrutiny directed his way, Seokjin fumbled with his movements, eager to prove but too frenzied to actually accomplish anything.  
By the looks of it, he wouldn’t be able to find your clitoris even it was drawn on a map with the step by step instructions attached. Yoongi would find the whole situation laughable if he wasn’t so affronted on your behalf.
“Do you know how to fuck a woman or not?” he spat out, exasperated.
“Just a minute, I’m—”
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Yoongi interrupted, his curt tone leaving no room for argument. He loosened up his tie with one hand as he continued, voice sharp, “Go sit up by the headboard and don’t even think of moving. That means no touching your dick, either.”
There was a tense moment of silence as Seokjin gaped at him, his eyes wide as he tried to quickly process the rapid turn of events. 
"I won't force you to stay. It's your call. But if you choose to play with us, you're abiding by my rules." 
Seokjin looked like he wanted to argue and put up a fight and for half a second, you really thought that he would.  Yoongi took his silence as a favorable answer, certain that the younger man wouldn't leave.
“I’m feeling generous tonight so I’ll let you watch. You can think of it as a learning experience. I’ll even show you how to make my slut soak the sheets.” A smile curved his lips, taunting. “And maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you lick it up. How’s that sound?”
Yoongi raised his brow in challenge and that was all it took for Seokjin to slowly make his way to the edge of the bed, his back hitting the mahogany wood with a dull thud.
Yoongi liked to think he was a reasonable man. 
He was fine with a lot of things—you maxing out his credit cards on ridiculously expensive items of clothing that you never wore more than once, you taking out his newest car for a spin in the big city without permission, you spending an extra thirty minutes on your hair and makeup when he was running late for a dinner function.
What he was not okay with, however, was you sharing your pussy with barely-out-of-college boys who were incapable of going five seconds without creaming their pants.
No, that was where he drew the line.
You were a woman with standards. You had married him, not some pretty-faced fratboy, had you not? If that wasn’t sufficient proof, then what was?
As vain and prideful as it sounded, Yoongi refused to be put on the same level of the other men who chased after you. Unlike those men who salivated over you like a piece of quality meat, he knew exactly what you wanted and what you needed.
In the bedroom, a voice in the back of his mind corrected. You only know what she wants in the bedroom.
Yoongi swallowed, forcing the sudden feeling of inadequacy down his throat. He had failed you on that end. Old habits were hard to kill and he had learned of the consequences the hard way.
It had always been like that. Even as a kid, Yoongi liked rationality and reasoning, preferring numbers to the abstract. Equations had solutions, emotions did not. Before he had met you, every little thing he did had answered logic’s call. He woke up because he had to get to work. He ate because his body needed the energy to survive.
He was so used to fending for himself, of thinking of himself as a unit, that sometimes he forgot that his actions affected others as well. In retrospect, his lack of empathy had most likely been the root of the reason why all of his previous relationships had failed miserably.
People had never stayed long enough to work the issues out. Maybe they figured that he was too anchored in his habits to change or too emotionless to understand. There was also the financial imbalance that factored in and despite Yoongi’s verbal reassurances, none of it had helped. It was…uncomfortable, to say the least. His previous partners had never dared voice out their concerns and worries and Yoongi hated it, hated feeling like he was using his money to keep people in his life, no matter how miserable they clearly felt on the inside.
With you, it was different.
Yoongi reached the foot of the bed and met your honest gaze. Something squeezed his heart tightly and refused to let go. Despite all his flaws, you had stayed. Not out of obligation or monetary obsession—but out of love.
Love…was hard to define. Every time he thought he knew what it meant, it turned out he didn’t. But as he stood there with you finally at an arm’s reach, he thought he felt the emotion beating against his rib cage, making a home in his chest.
“Yoongi.” Your fingers twitched at your side, like they wanted to reach out for him but weren’t sure if they were allowed to.
When he draped himself over your body and interlaced his fingers with yours, it was as if something inside him finally locked into place.  
“My love.” Your pulse jumped at the term of endearment. He liked using it ever since you had let slip that none of your previous lovers had ever called you that way. Even if you had initially complained that it made him sound like a fifty year old man, he knew you enjoyed it by the way your body never failed to respond. “I’ve made you wait long enough.”
He meant it in more ways than one. Yoongi was ready to give you everything, body and soul. He belonged to you.
“Are you going to do something about it?” You held your breath and waited for his answer, anticipation turning you into a squirming mess against the sheets.
“This dress brings back many memories,” he said instead, pointer finger tracing down the line of your cleavage. From this distance, Yoongi could count every single beauty mark that speckled your skin. His memory supplied images of himself licking and connecting each dot, the hot drag of his tongue leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. His mouth hungered for a taste but Yoongi curbed the desire before it had the chance to cloud his judgment. “Although I thought I had ruined it beyond saving a long time ago.”
“Your black card bought me a new one.”
Yoongi snorted, the unrefined sound breaking his cool façade. “Let’s get it off you. As much as I adore it, it looks better on the ground.”
“Take what’s yours.”
Yoongi wasted not a second more, the hurried movements of his hands conveying his burning arousal. With deft fingers, he found the zipper of your dress and pulled, watching with satisfaction as inch after inch of naked skin was exposed.
“Naughty slut.” His eyes narrowed as he admired your exposed body. Yoongi forced himself to keep his hands still at his sides even though he was dying to relieve his painful erection from the tight confines of his briefs. “Are you always bare under your clothes?”
“The lines…” you mumbled and trailed off. “My dress is so tight that my bra and panties show if I wear any.”
Yoongi scoffed, forcing his eyebrows into an expression of disbelief. “So you’re not okay with strangers seeing the outline of your thong, but fine with them ogling your hard nipples? Why? That desperate for them to know what a horny wife I have?”
“I wouldn’t be this horny if you fucked me more often.” You glared.
A beat of silence passed before Yoongi unlocked his jaw. “We’ll have to do something about that mouth later. Seems like a lesson on manners is in order.”
“Counting on it, sir,” was your cheeky answer.
Yoongi’s hand came down with a crack. He watched as your whole body jolted from the impact. “Hands and knees. No, the other way. Face our guest. Since you like showing off your tits so much, here’s another perfect opportunity to do so.”
In your haste to follow his orders, you stumbled several times, knees knocking together as you readjusted yourself to his whims. Without needing to be told, you spread out your legs and arched your back, leaving the most intimate parts of you completely exposed for his viewing pleasure. If he wanted to take you right then, there was nothing stopping him from doing so.
Seokjin was all but forgotten at this point. He could have left the room and Yoongi wouldn’t have noticed—or cared. His vision had tunneled, his entire world narrowed down to the sight of you presenting yourself just like a good whore should. It seemed like you were equally affected, if not more. Yoongi spread your cheeks so that he could fully appreciate the view of your drenched pussy. If he had ever doubted your arousal, your slick thighs, shiny with your juices, and swollen lips were enough proof to dispel such uncertainties.
“You’re all mine to take,” he said in a soft growl.
He knelt behind you and ran his hands up the back of your sticky thighs. This position left him at the perfect height to eat you out. His mouth watered at the prospect of finally having his fill. Too long had he deprived himself of a delicious meal… It was time to fix that.
You moaned the instant his finger came into contact with your rapidly hardening clit. Your feeble attempts at shoving your hips back for more were thwarted by Yoongi's strong grip on your thigh, the rough pads of his fingertips bruising the soft skin in warning. It took a herculean effort to keep still but you somehow managed, knowing that your obedience would pay off.
Yoongi liked to enjoy his meals. He took his time with you, playing with the abundance of wetness that had collected between your thighs, dragging his digits across your velvety folds.
He loved taking you this way. With you offered up to him ass up and legs spread, he could really get into it, mouth and hands dictating the pace without your interference. There was nothing you could do save for holding open your cheeks and plead for more.
Sometimes—when he felt merciful—he indulged you. But he could not deny that there was something infinitely more satisfying when he drew out your pleasure until you shook and cried with need.
“Mhmm.” His groan echoed yours as he slid in his ring finger into your hot cunt. You were so aroused that the stretch could hardly be felt. “Snug and wet. S’gonna be a tight fit when I open you up with my cock later.”
The unspoken promise of cock made your walls squeeze around his finger and Yoongi groaned again  as he imagined how amazing you’d feel around his painful erection instead of his hand.
For now, he pushed the ache aside. The only one that mattered right now was you.
He flattened his tongue and let it drag across your folds, moaning as the taste of you flooded his mouth.  Fuck. It wasn’t enough, he thought frantically. As he continued to lick into you like a man starved, he wondered how he could ever possibly tire of your taste. How he had managed to stay away from it all this time was a mystery he had yet to solve.
Your cries of pleasure grew louder as his tongue fucked into you, sampling the snugness of your walls for what would come later. Wetness dripped down his chin but he could care less about the mess you made. He kept licking it up, not wanting to stop for a single second, only pulling off whenever his lungs burned from lack of air.
Attuned to your body and its needs, he felt every tremor and hitch of breath. Whenever he sensed your heart rate kick up, he slowed down and changed the tempo. He kept you on the edge like that for several long minutes, building you up only to bring you back to zero.  
Finally, he pulled back, ignoring the betrayed cry he ripped from your throat, and wiped the shine off his chin with the back of his hand. The taste of you was still heavy on his tongue and he couldn’t help but lick his lips clean in satisfaction. Nothing pleased him more than feasting between your legs and it would be a lie to say that he hadn’t missed it terribly. 
A creak of the mattress distracted him. Seokjin shifted uncomfortably, his erection prominent. By the looks of it, he had been hard for a rather long time. Yoongi was pleased to see that Seokjin had stayed true to his word—his hands were obediently shoved under the meat of his thighs to prevent himself from touching himself.
Yoongi had been so focused on the five-star meal nestled between your thighs that he had forgotten his manners. 
“Darling, it’s time to show our guest what a lovely host you are.” He punctured his command with a sharp swat to your ass.
You stumbled forward but looked back at him for guidance. “How—?”
“Don’t think I forgot how well you begged for cock earlier,” he reminded you. “You still desperate for it?”
“Want,” you shook your head, confused. “Want yours.”
The features of his face softened. “You’ll get mine soon enough. But you know only good sluts get my cock and I still need some convincing.”
“I’m good,” you insisted, your lips pursed into a pout.
He raised his brow and tilted his head.
Squinting your eyes defiantly, you crawled over to Seokjin and begged, shameless and past the point of caring about modesty. “Please fuck my face.”
“Is that—?” Seokjin gulped, looking down at you with worried eyes. “Will you be okay?”  
“Oh, you’d be surprised.” A wicked grin played at Yoongi’s lips. “I’ve cock trained her to take it like a good slut should.”
The unabashed moan his words provoked was all it took for Seokjin to know that you were fully on board with him fucking your face. His eyes widened imperceptibly at how shameless you looked, mouth open with your tongue out, panting for his hardened length down your throat like a bitch in heat. 
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, squeezing the base of his cock to keep himself together.
Your lewd display seemed to amuse Yoongi to no end. 
“Look, she’s hungry for it. Don’t keep her waiting, she’s been good.”
Seokjin gave in. No matter what others believed, he was only human. All men had their limits and Seokjin’s self-restraint had been tested too many times today to count. He fed you his cock, slipping inch after inch into your hot mouth.
His groan of appreciation vibrated deep in his chest and he tipped his head back as the feeling of your mouth momentarily overwhelmed him.
It didn’t take long for him to get lost in the feeling. Although he had had his reservations about the entire thing, Seokjin stopped holding back once he saw how enthusiastic you were. You sucked his cock, working him down even if it was obvious his sizeable length wasn’t making it easy.
“Force it down,” instructed Yoongi.
Seokjin jumped, his eyes flying open as he remembered the older man’s presence. Your mouth was so good he had erased everything else in the room.
“What?”
“She won’t be able to take it in her throat unless you help her.” Yoongi observed with almost clinical detachment. Seokjin took a moment to admire the man’s calm and collected attitude. The moment dissipated quickly, however. Your tongue had started doing things to the head of his cock that had him biting down whines of pleasure.
You laughed around his dick when he failed to suppress one of them. Seokjin’s erection twitched as the vibrations teased him further and he groaned out a few creative expletives that had you giggling harder.
His hips kicked up of their own accord, making you gag loudly as his length reached the back of your throat. Seokjin almost apologized but you dug your nails into the meat of his ass and signaled him to do it again.
He swore again and fucked into your mouth slowly at first but once he saw you could take it, started building a pace. “Holy s-shit. I’m going to blow my load soon, fucking fuck.”
That only seemed to strengthen your determination. You got even tighter around him, almost like you were trying to milk the cum out of his dick with your mouth.
Yoongi approached with the stealth of a cat, making sure not to startle you when you had a cock buried in your throat. Seokjin glanced up and was glad to see that the man wasn’t wholly unaffected. Compared to when he had first met him, Yoongi looked a lot less composed. His once perfectly ironed button-down was now wrinkled, his tie loosened and crooked. And then there was his cock—hard and leaking.
Seokjin’s balls tightened and he blinked through the haze, not knowing why he was so turned on by being watched. Yoongi kept the grip on his dick loose, his strokes lazy and unhurried. Next to him, Seokjin felt like he was about a minute or two away from nutting down your throat.
“Want to know why she’s so desperate for your cum?” The way he said it—like he was imparting a guarded secret—made Seokjin look up at him through heavy lids. Every so often his lids would droop close, attention wavering with every lick of your wicked tongue.
Yoongi leaned in so close that his breath tickled the side of his neck. “It’s because she knows that it’s the only way I’ll give her what she’s been so desperately craving all this time—my fat cock fucking her pussy.”
Seokjin was unsure who the words were truly aimed at. You reacted like they had been whispered for your benefit, moaning without reserve around his dick. 
"She's so cock hungry she was willing to seduce handsome pool boys if it meant that she'd get fucked by me. Reward the slut. Cum, now."
“Oh fuck!” Seokjin threw his head back as he felt his balls empty themselves. The muscles in his thighs quivered and his knees threatened to give out. “What the fuck. I haven’t cum this hard in months.”
His chest heaved as he got his heartbeat under control. When he was finally capable of breathing normally, he chanced a glace down at you and swore his heart stopped for a nanosecond.
Yoongi had pried your mouth open with his fingers, examining the insides of your mouth. The sight was…obscene. Straight out of a porno. Seokjin’s stomach tightened as he observed the scene in front of him, feeling his spent dick twitch in interest despite the recent mind-numbing orgasm.
“Good girl,” praised Yoongi and even to Seokjin’s ears, he sounded proud of his wife’s achievements. “Spit.”
He motioned at his raging boner. “Get me ready to fuck you. With how long it’s been, you’re going to need all the lube you can get.”
Visibly excited at the prospect of finally getting your husband’s cock, you obliged, gathering all the cum in your mouth and letting it drip down his erect length in globs of white. Seokjin had never experimented with cumplay and didn’t know if the sight aroused or disgusted him.
“Mhm,” Yoongi grunted as he slicked up his dick, coating the entirety of it in another man’s cum. The sound of each stroke rang out loudly in the otherwise quiet room, the sound lewd and wet.
“Please fuck me now,” you pleaded, hands clasped in your lap and knees still tucked under you from earlier. The position and sweet tone made you appear demure—but by now Seokjin knew better. “You promised.”
“I did, didn’t I?” He smiled wide enough for creases to appear near his eyes. “Time to give you what you worked so hard for.”
Yoongi didn’t wait for a reply—not that he had been expecting one in the first place. He pushed you back until your back hit the mattress and crawled over you, pinning you to the bed with his weight.
He kept his eyes level with yours as he pushed the head of his cock into you. The stretch was slow but he refused to go faster, ignoring your noises of encouragement. Despite his earlier rough treatment, he had no interest in inflicting this kind of pain. He kept his hips still, not giving in to his instincts, and waited until you had completely adjusted before finally moving again.  
Your moan sounded more genuine this time. It was enough to convince Yoongi that you were ready for more. “You always let out the prettiest sounds for me.”
He pulled out all the way only to slam back in, the intrusion earning him a throaty moan, louder than the last. Grinning, he kept up the slow yet deep thrusts, balls slapping against your ass with every rock of his hips into yours.
Yoongi felt the best kind of dizzy, like he had smoked a blunt right before sliding into your cunt. There were only two instances where he felt this invincible and on top of the world. One, whenever he fucked your sweet pussy as he pleased. Two, when he had secured a multi-million dollar deal. Luckily for him, he had checked both boxes today. The adrenaline high he had gotten this morning at the office still ran through his veins and only fueled his desire to fuck you harder and drive your body into the mattress.
Unfortunately, he had been pent up for so long that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to give it to you like you deserved. He had been hard for God knew how long… And hadn’t had sex in almost two whole months. No wonder he felt his control slipping much faster than usual.
“Missed your cock so much,” you sobbed, hiccuping as he drove into you harder. “Thought about it every night.
“I promise I’ll never keep it away from you this long ever again.”
“Good.” Your lashes fluttered as he ground his hips into yours, pelvis rubbing against your needy clit. “Ah!”
Yoongi’s rhythm stuttered as he adjusted your legs, throwing one over his shoulder in order to reach deeper. “Missed this tight cunt. Craved it so much, I dreamt of it. Imagined you bouncing on my lap during those board meetings, bending you over the conference table and taking you in front of all of my associates. I’d let them watch, let them watch you take my cock from behind like a filthy whore.”
He abandoned his deep thrusting for quicker, shallow strokes. “Fuck, I can feel you tighten. You going to cum all over my cock for me? Did you like the idea of me fucking you in a room full of people that much?”
Yoongi’s groan of pleasure was drowned out by your scream of ecstasy. The way you clenched down like a vice was almost enough to destroy the last of his control. He gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring as he drove into you even deeper, determined to see you fall apart one last time.
Knowing that it wouldn’t take many more thrusts before he’d be pushed over the edge, he reached down between your legs to rub at your clit. You thrashed under him, over stimulated but forced to take it. If it wasn’t for his firm grip on your legs, you would have tried to buck him off.
“Ah, Yoongi! Yoongi, I’m—” You sucked in a gulp of air as your eyes rolled back. “Oh God!”
“That’s right. Cream my cock, slut,” he hissed, his shirt sticking to him uncomfortably. His fringe was matted with sweat, but he couldn’t push it out of his face, not now, not when he was so fucking close.
His thumb flicked over your clit in rough circles, knowing exactly what you needed to be pushed over the edge.
It seemed to do the trick—seconds later and he felt you break into a violent climax, pussy gushing all over his cock and muscles clamping down on him with every contraction.
Yoongi could hold it back no longer. His last thrusts were quick and rough, cock throbbing painfully as he chased his end. Hips slamming into yours, he snarled between clenched teeth, “You better take it all.”
He thought he felt your pussy throb around him as he released himself inside you, cum spurting so deep he was sure he’d painted your cervix white.
For a while, only the whirring of the ceiling fan and the sound of rapid beating of hearts could be heard. Yoongi knew he should probably go clean up and throw his soiled clothes and sheets into the hamper, but his muscles had gone lax and refused to cooperate.
You rolled onto your stomach and propped yourself up on your elbows. He cracked open an eye when he heard you clear your throat.  
“So? Threesome? How did we feel about that?”
“Are you asking me?” Seokjin asked incredulously and Yoongi finally remembered there was an extra presence on their bed. When you shrugged then nodded, Seokjin snorted. “Do you always conduct polls after sex?”
Yoongi was similarly unimpressed. “No one else can make you cum as hard as I do. Remember that.”
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“So this is the young man you told me so much about,” drawled Yoongi.
Jungkook’s spine straightened, the man’s low timbre doing things to his insides.
When you had announced that he’d finally be able to meet your husband, Jungkook had readily agreed, looking forward to having his curiosity finally sated.
After one unsuccessful online search, Jungkook had given up on figuring out what kind of man you had married. His imagination had pictured a middle-aged man with a beer belly who occasionally liked to play polo.
Jungkook gulped audibly, realizing he couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Of fucking course his boss had to be ridiculously handsome. With his clear skin, delicately shaped nose and lips, and small, sharp eyes that had Jungkook averting his gaze, Mr. Min was so handsome that Jungkook was left bereft of speech.
Unaware of his inner crisis, Yoongi filled the awkward silence with ease. “I believe we’ve exchanged over the phone. You may address me as Yoongi, if you so wish. My wife tells me how hard you work. I wanted to personally thank you for all your efforts. I know it’s not an easy task to work in such weather conditions.”
Oh god. They talked about him. Together.
He cleared his throat. “I’m just doing my job, sir.”
Yoongi held out his hand for him to shake. His hands were so delicate looking that the force behind his grip took Jungkook by surprise. Yoongi’s gaze never strayed, trapping him in place. Jungkook felt like a prey with nowhere to hide.
“It was a pleasure working for the both of you.” He managed without stuttering like a fool. “If ever you need me for anything else, don’t hesitate. I’ve done some gardening before and I’m ok with the odd paint jobs.”
Jungkook bit his lip and ceased his rambling. Embarrassed, he scratched the back of his neck.
“I’ll be sure to remember that.”
Yoongi let the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk. He turned towards you as he watched Jungkook gather the rest of his belongings and take his leave. “You’re right. He is cute.”
“I’m always right,” you said in a distracted manner, mind elsewhere.
“You were awfully silent earlier. Hm? Not very polite.” One of his hands squeezed the dip at your waist.
You didn’t bother suppressing your glare. Yoongi merely chuckled, amused by your predicament. “I was otherwise busy.”
“Oh? But don’t you think Jungkookie would’ve enjoyed seeing my cum dripping out of your greedy pussy?” he asked, the lilt in his tone teasing. “He looked absolutely taken with you. Kept admiring your legs—not that I blame him.”
His hands played with the hem of your brazenly short dress, lifting the fabric up your thighs to uncover your naked mound.
“Would’ve been nice to treat him for all his hard work,” he commented as his fingers dipped into your hole to play with the cum he had fucked into you not even an hour ago. “And seeing cum paint your pretty thighs would have been quite the gift.”
“Yo-oongi,” you moaned his name, clenching your core as tightly as you could, not wanting to spill a single drop. “I think, ah, I think he wouldn’t have liked s-seeing your cum go to waste.”
“Is that so?”
“He looked more taken with you than with me,” you said between heavy pants. One of your hands had closed around Yoongi’s wrists in warning—you were still on the front porch for God’s sake there were kids in the neighborhood—but it hadn’t deterred him in the least. On the contrary, his fingers plundered your depths, determined to get you to drench his whole hand.
“Well…” Yoongi smiled, gums on display, as your body shuddered from head to toe. fin
“There’s only one way to test that theory out, isn’t there?”
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GoodGirsl AU
min yoongi x f reader
i had this thought while watching the latest episode of GoodGirls on NBC.
tagging @boymeetsweevil this isn’t part of my plan but i was feeling it and bam here it is
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The park is empty, and why wouldn't it be when it's past 10 PM on a Sunday. Still it’s nice, you think as you bask in the cool breeze that's picked up in the past half hour you’ve sat at the picnic table. You shouldn't think too much, it makes you question your actions over the last year and a half but you shouldn't. It's not that you regret them, couldn't even be tempted to because the truth is you don’t. Sure you’d endangered your best friends but they’d needed the money just as bad as you had. Jisoo with her failing marriage, Lisa with her mounting debt and you a single mother who worked way too many hours and didn't have enough time to spend with your sweet little boy. So you’d gotten mixed up with some bad guys, it hadn't been your decision to rob the grocery store, but you wouldn't let Lisa take the blame either. 
So imagine your surprise when a handsome albeit petite man shows up at your door, a single brow arched as he takes you in. He’d been quick to let himself in, on a Wednesday morning no less. He’s accompanied by another man one who easily towers over both of you they pace the length of your small but humble living room the shorter of the two stops to take in some picture frames you have on the wall. 
“can i help you?” you ask crossing your arms at your chest. 
“yes, actually i’m here because you stole money from me.” the shorter one says looking over his shoulder at you. 
“i think you have me mistaken.” 
“nah, i’m sure i have the right person. how about you RM, what do you think?” 
“seems right to me boss.” 
“see, so why don’t we take a seat and have a nice little chat ____.” he says taking a seat in the armchair across from your couch. Your eyes have widened significantly because this stranger not only knows your name but he tracked you down all the way to your house. He doesn’t say anything just waits patiently for you to take your seat gaze fixed to the stiff peaks of your nipples since you were sans bra. You do as he says slowly lowering your body onto the couch, your gaze darting down the hall just in case. RM stands in front of the door blocking your only escape should you even think about it. Instead you turn your attention to the man who had addressed you the one RM had called Boss. 
“I didn’t know.” you say and hope that the fear you feel isn't evident in your eyes. 
“It doesn’t matter now, what matters is that i want it back.” he says voice cool drifting into your ears and its oddly soothing. He speaks slowly as if he has all the time in the world, as if speaking to a child. He speaks in a way that you know he means business, the tone is non threatening but one you can easily recognize is respected. 
“i understand that, but i don’t have all of it.” you say just as your son Jaehyun comes sleepily shuffling down the hall. He whines rubbing at his eyes and easily making his way to you taking no note of the tense atmosphere he’s just walked into. 
“mama.” he says pulling himself onto the couch and snuggling into your lap, your arms wrap around him automatically a hand running through his hair as he sighs before falling back asleep.
“you have four days ____, i don’t care how you do it.” he says gaze falling to your son before he stands and leaves you alone in the apartment. 
You don’t get the full amount in time, but he takes pity on you, if thats what you could call it. Lisa spends a good time calling him sexy while you do all sorts of odd jobs for him, but it does get better, he eventually cuts you in and pays you a decent amount. You’ve gotten to spend more time with Jaehyun since working for him and you don’t mind as much as you thought you would. You learn his name in Yoongi when he finally thinks he can trust you and he’s actually really charming, underneath all the bravado he likes to cloak himself in. 
Jisoo likes to think that your new employer has a bit of a crush on you and even though you deny if, you can’t help but hope that maybe he might. He sweet with Jaehyun and most days (when your not working) he’s sweet with you too. The two of you had been tip toeing the line of something more for the past year and a half now. Which is why you hadn’t hesitated in showing up to the meeting place when he’d texted you after putting your son to bed nearly two hours ago. You’d asked Lisa to watch him, she had wiggled her brows at you as you hurriedly shimmied into a pair of jeans and a cuter top claiming this was reminiscent to when you’d been crushing on Jeahyun’s father. 
You didn’t pay her much mind, especially with what had happened between and the Y chromosome that had made up your baby. You’d promised her you’d be back soon as the door closed behind you and now here in the cold staring up at the starless sky you wondered if maybe you had been stood up. A chuckle slipped past your lips because Lisa had been right, you’d been acting like a school girl with a crush on a very dangerous man and by now you should’ve learned your lesson. Bad boys were meant to be stayed away from, not fallen in love with.
“god i’m so stupid.” you sighed watching the way your breath curled in the breeze before disappearing. 
“i wouldn’t say that.” Yoongi murmurs as he takes a seat beside you instead of the usual in front of you.
“i didn’t think you were going to come.” you say, tone falling into something more neutral, something safe.
“i got caught up.” he’s looking at you, you can feel the way his gaze takes in your side profile. Even here in the dim of the moonlight he thinks your beautiful, you’re made of the purest of diamonds, a woman fit to rule beside him. He knows he’s toed the line too long, longed to touch, to taste, to please you in the way a king would his queen. Because that’s what you’ve become to him, his queen and RM had called him crazy for taking someone so pure so unlike them under his wing. Hadn’t approved of the way he’d groomed you to play the part, hadn’t liked the way he’d softened around your son who he could see himself raising as his own. To put it simply he likes you, and the fact that you seemed to be made for this life, his life made it all the easier to fall into your soft touch. 
“we could’ve rescheduled.” you mumble resting your cheek in an open palm and finally turning your head to meet his stare. 
“we could’ve, but i couldn’t wait anymore.” he says before he leans in and kisses you. Its a hard press of his lips against yours at first, he waits a beat, until you kiss him back to really kiss you. Its tongue and teeth and soft whimpers, his hands pulls your body closer to his, till your almost sitting in his lap. Your hands have tangled in his hair his own rest on the nape of your neck and another has slipped underneath your sweater his fingers spread over the skin of your waist feeling the softness under his fingertips. You want to do more, you want him to fuck you, here in the park, in his car you don’t care as long as he does. 
You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t realize he’s pulled away first lower lip between his teeth soothing his tongue over the swollen flesh before really pulling away with a light kiss. Your hands pull at his hair and he hisses at the feeling but you want more, no you need more, you need him. 
“___, look at me” he whispers in that tone that always gets to you, the one that you’ve imagined when you touched yourself to the thought of him. Your gaze settles the fog clearing slightly when you finally meet his stare. Its now that you realize your chest is heaving, your lungs crying out for the air they’ve been deprived of for who knows how long. He’s still holding you close breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, his nose nuzzling yours teasing you with the prospect of another kiss. “i have to go now, but i’ll let you know when we can meet again.” he says thumb running over the round of your cheek. You nod mutely your brain still playing catch up, he pulls away from you completely helping you up and walking you to your car. He’s leaning through the window, you don’t remember getting in but your seat belt is buckled and he’s speaking to you. 
“Be a good girl for me and head straight home, okay?” he asks planting another kiss to your lips this one is softer less desperate his tongue caresses yours muffling your whine when he starts to pull away a smile quirking at his lips. You gaze dreamily at him as he rises walking backwards to his own car thats shrouded in the darkness “Drive safe mama.” 
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Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU
Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.
Links to all other parts in my Masterlist :)
Words:4311
Rating:18+
Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSM themes, restraints, toys, oral f recieving, masturbation, Slightly Dom Yoongi, Ice Play, Wax Play) Swearing.
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- I hate I’m not going to see you properly until tonight -7:58am
- That’s if you can drag yourself from your studio when your home – 8:00am
- Hey I’m trying to get a hold of this whole work girlfriend balance thing okay. Stop being mean! :P – 8:04am
- I thought you liked it when I’m mean? -8:10am
Teasing Yoongi had been the main source of your amusement while he’d been away.
- Okay when I’m a begging panting mess underneath you then yes but not when you’re teasing me about actually being an adult. – 8:15am
Teasing you had been Yoongi’s main source of amusement while he’d been away
- Fuck off with that imagery! That wasn’t fair. I’ve not seen you for ages and first we have to do a bloody rehearsal. Hornyness aside I did really miss you, and can’t wait to curl up beside you (if you come to bed :P) – 8:16am
- Hey!
This was emphasised by the grumpy emoji
- I missed you too beautiful – 8:18am
You’d never get tired of him calling you that.
//
 The single had topped the charts for the few weeks since it had been released, the video was almost doing just as well; the greedy industry was already screaming for more collaborations from the two of you especially since the announcement.
Safe to say both fandoms lost their shit for a while; neither had fully found it yet gauging by social media. The reactions from your fans were mostly positive which you kind of expected, there was already fan-fiction online about your relationship which was…interesting to say the least. The reaction from army was of course, momentous. You’d expected nothing less, the meme’s that had already been going viral were brilliant. Within hours of the announcement #KpopPowerCouple, #MoveoverBey-Z and #y/nXyoongi were just a few of the hashtags that trended with ferocious power.
As with the support there was obviously a lot of not so nice things circulating that you had to really absorb all the will power to not get upset or completely rage over; especially since the pair of you had been told to go silent online until the chaos had subsided. There were videos of fans in tears, devastated as ‘Yoongi was theirs’, even threats had been filtering through. The strain of the media blow up pushed you both into writing and work. It certainly didn’t help that the second the single was done; which was a few days after the announcement the boys had a couple of weeks’ worth of touring around Japan before they came back and prepped for the awards shows. You’re management had had you planning the next comeback stripping you of your two month hiatus that was planned. The MAMA’s were tomorrow, the boys only got back yesterday and they’d been chucked straight into their rehearsals for the awards. Yours and Yoongi’s dress rehearsal was the last of the day
*Knock Knock*
Your hand flew to hinder the cry that threatened to escape your throat as your body convulsed with sweet bursts, your leg hitched over Yoongi’s shoulder who was on his knees. Your nails clenching the make-up table you were leaning on having already knocked over half your make up.
“10 minute warning guys then you’re up” a soft muffled voice announced behind the door.
Your half-length leather jacket had nudged its way of your shoulders, the studded bra had thankfully been bypassed by Yoongi in his hunger to be in between your legs and remained intact, the leather high waisted shorts were launched somewhere on the floor. Yoongi’s licks at your clit became less forceful than before
You yanked the top of his head when your thoughts became clear
“You’ve made your point, you missed me I get it” you panted staring down into his blown out pupils consumed with desire, the glistening reward of your arousal on his chin tugged at the coil he’d just released.
“Uhuh, I think you can give me one more baby” his head leaned back in with a long kitten lick the whole length of your slit eliciting a breathy moan followed by curses in Yoongi’s name
“I can’t… we can’t” you managed
“Now look who’s the one who’s afraid of getting caught” he blew air onto your sensitive clit, the devilish smirk that you’d learnt spelt nothing but pleasurable trouble grew defiant across his face
“Were not at our companies, it’s a national award sh…FUCK!” Too enamoured by his smirk you’d neglected to realise the fingers that was digging into your thigh were no longer there. Your gaze slipped from his with your head dropping back onto your shoulders, your nails gripping onto the stability of the table again. The reach of his fingers in this position stroking at your velvet wall concussed you to everything else around you.
“There we go” he managed in between still light long flicks of his tongue, he knew your body like the keys of a piano, the second your quietened moans lowered and your hips angled into him as the sensitivity dwindled and the pleasure seeped back in, centring at your bud the speed and force of his tongue escalated. The coil in your stomach winding steadily back up, his lips wrapped and sucked at your clit, the pace of his fingers slowed just as your thighs began to tense. You felt a smirk grow against your soaked folds.
“Christ Yoon..” you slapped him on the head
“No time for teasing” you scolded in between pants. Out of nowhere his pace revved up to full, fingers tightly curling in his hair. Muscles tensing for the upcoming rush.
“Yoo…ngi Fu” You threw your head forward, your upper body freezing with your back arched forward. Both hands now grappling in his hair keeping his head where you needed his tongue to suffer all the aftershocks permeating out from your core.
*Knock Knock*
“Guys you’re up” spoke the same muffled voice
“Fuck” you whispered, dragging your hair out and back from your face.
“Grab my shorts” you hurried. He did as he was told albeit with a triumphant smirk and glistening eyes. He leaned into you holding your shorts just out of your reach
Asshole
The rolling of your eyes showed your half amused state.
“I’ve missed how good you taste, now I just need to feel you wrapped around me” he pressed into you aiming for a kiss, which you dodged with expert precision.
“You are not ruining my lipstick with my own cum Min Yoongi” Shoving him away with a light push, rushing to dress your bottom half with unstable, jelly legs. His eyes had grown with a slight bloom of defeat.
Such a pouter
“Well we’ll see, if you can pull yourself away from your studio I’m sure I can make sure your needs are met” you teased with dangerous intent in your eyes. Nonchalant in pretending that his dick wasn’t in the forefront of your own mind right now.
“Come on lets go” your legs managed full functionality by the time your reached the door.
“Shit Yoongi”
“What?”
“The doors been unlocked this whole time, I thought you locked it?” breathe hitching at the thought of the palaver being caught would land the pair of you in.
“No I thought you did?”
“We’ve gotta be more careful baby” voice softening to a low whisper as you approached the stage chaperones with coy smiles.
 Finally you’d both arrived back at Yoongi’s apartment, the bounding bundles of Ted and Holly peppered the pair of you with licks and highly excited whines. You walked straight into Yoongi’s room and unburdened your bag. His bedroom and studio where the only rooms in the apartment that look inhabited, the others were barely used and could still double as a show room. His room was always presentable…ish, the shelves of anime and manga models were always dusted, the dark bed covers were never made, the huge walk in wardrobe was organised pedantically by colour apart from a few straggling hoodies which were always just launched on some part of the floor. Your behind sunk into the mattress as your stripped your top half and replaced the clothes with a light, red cami top, your trackies couldn’t slip off you fast enough in favour of some loose pink shorts painted with marshmallows.
“Cute” Yoongi voiced from the door before entering pulling his shirt over his head
“Have you been working out?” face scrunched up eyes scanning the definition appearing on his abs
“And what if I have?”
“You literally hate working out” he rummaged around in the closet for a loose v neck black shirt.
“Yoongi have you been trying to impress me? You teased, making your way over to him before he escaped into his studio
“You know I think you’re perfect the way you are right?” You made sure you gently scraped your nails at the new muscles. His arms locked behind your neck eyes content staring into yours.
“Hey nothing wrong with a guy wanted to look good for his girl” You leaned back into his arms
“Oh I’m your girl now am I?, I mean I appreciate the visual but please don’t feel like you have to” teasing at the first use of the nickname
“And last time I checked I was noona and older than you?” you added teasing glimmer radiating from your eyes, he pulled away from you in a fake huff
“You’re only noona in the bedroom” he added
“We’re in your bedroom” you teased
“You know what I mean, stop being purposely annoying” his half smile failing his seriousness.
“I’ll see you in a bit baby I just really wanna get this bridge down” he bid you farewell with a gentle kiss and left you and Holly in the bedroom. Yes Holly! Ted, the traitor followed Yoongi everywhere when he had the choice. You opened your laptop and began typing down an organised mess of lyrics.
Sam had you distracted fairly quickly , she’d just got a new job and was glowing with excitement as she told you everything about it over the phone
“Shit it’s like 2am has Yoongi not come to bed yet?”
“If he had would I be talking to you still?” you quipped back
“Rude!”
“I’m sure you can tempt him into bed” she added
“I think those talents would be lost on him if he’s working. And I wouldn’t want to anyway, I know how it is, I wouldn’t want to take him away from his work”
“I do it to you all the time and drag you out to save you from becoming a work hermit. Do you hate me or love me for that?”
“Both normally” you chuckled
“You end up thanking me before the nights out! And there’s no way he doesn’t want it. He’s a guy after all. You just gotta remind him what he’s missing out on. Now go do what ya gotta do, and if he doesn’t cave I’ll do your laundry for a month” Sam hated nothing more than laundry.
“Fine, see you in a bit”
You clicked off and stared at the buzzing white of your screen gleaming in the darkness of the room.
How can I pry Yoongi from his cave?
If you was at home the decision wouldn’t be an extensive as your toy box would certainly inspire a few ideas. Firstly you needed to gauge if he was near his phone. You started simple, removing your top and seeing if that would grab his attention.
-IMG.jpg – 2:10am-
No answer.
Needing to level up you switched your cute marshmallow shorts in favour of  flower patterned lace crotchless underwear. You opened the studio door with a slow cautious move, peering your head inside. As expected headphones were snug to his head as it bopped loosely along to the beat hitting his ears; every few bars he paused the playback and scribbled something down in front him. His phone was on arm of the sofa well out of Yoongi’s range as you suspected it might be. You shuffled closer keeping your body behind his chair picking up his phone on the way, a constant smirk was locked onto your face. You primed your hand just above his head.
“Hey!” he exclaimed as you nabbed the pads from his head. Eyes blooming wide as they acknowledged your attire… or lack of
“Well…damn!” eyes greedy not stopping roaming up and down, within the blessed smirk he bit his bottom lip.
“Oh so me coming in here, nicking your headphones with no clothes on gets your attention” you jibbed dramatically, hand solid on your hip as the other offered him his phone. As he gripped the phone you leaned in kissed him sweetly batting away his hands that were trying to entrap you in a desperate ploy.
“Nope. You only get this out of the studio” For a few beats your eyes glimmered at each other, he knew exactly what you were doing. You turned and left him to stew.
Your phone vibrated before you’d even made it back to the bedroom
-  I’ll be twenty minutes max, please don’t start without me- 2:20am
Ten minutes had passed and you were itching with impatience, even the cinnamon candle you’d ignited at your bedside did nothing to soothe your state.
-  Couldn’t wait any longer, if I cum before you get here you won’t be using your tongue for a month. -2:35am
This text you cruelly decided needed a video, the video you sent consisted of nothing more or less than the view of your hand clutching your portable wand massager holding it in between your legs, your moans providing the tempting background music.
All you got as a response was line of skulls.
You kept the settings on low, you would rather avoid having to do what you threatened. The clicking of doors shutting finally signalling your victory.
You didn’t stop the wand when he finally walked in, but carried on pretending to ignore him. He couldn’t formulate a response as he slipped off his top, the bed around you depressed as he joined you on the bed. One of his hands wrapping around yours, taking control of the wand from you holding it where you had. A hand supporting him planted beside your head as he lent with a steady move to engulf your moans, the taste of coffee etched strongly on his lips. Your hand snaked free and allowed Yoongi sole control of the massager. Even in their new found freedom your hands became victim to the pleasure streaming through your body ending up anchoring harshly into his shoulder blades when he turned the power up, eliciting his name amongst a string of expletives from your throat. His head snuggled into the crevice of your neck, hot pants fanning across your skin.
“You going to cum for me baby?” whispering, tempting at your ears. You was already unravelling against your will, body falling apart under the power of the vibrations. The massager did not move as every nerve at your bud became washed with sensitivity, the muscle aftershocks soon caused whines to seep from your throat. Yoongi finally relented, turning the wand off and lightly launched it to the floor. Your grip on him grew weak and loose.
“Now, no more toys, just you and me” he announced, grappling your hands above your head and stifled your pants with a heated kiss.
“I think I like this more in control Yoongi” you smirked bottom lip between your teeth
“I just missed you so fucking much” he confessed nipping roughly at your neck and collar bone pressing his knee in between your legs to which you gratefully ground your hips against
I’ll let him have his fun for now
Trusting you to keep your hands where he put them his hands traced down your arms, your skin igniting in its path. He sat back on his legs before leaning over to one of the bedside drawers.
“Can I?” his face so innocent and meek despite asking what he was.
“Mmm please” you permissed holding out your wrists, eyebrows raised but evidently pleased as he secured the handcuffs with a click.
“I thought I’d have to work a lot harder to get you in handcuffs” he admitted as you sat up underneath him as a silk blindfold deprived you of your vision.
“I mean you worked pretty hard in the dressing room” you toyed
“You know what I mean! Now are you going to be quiet and let me take care of you or not?” he bit back shoving you back down on the bed.
“I thought you said no toys” you dropped your secured hands above your head with a light huff.
“I did” your head tilted to the sight slightly. He shifted his weight slightly, knee pressing harder between your legs
“Why am I tied and blin…” the freezing cold droplets landing onto your now hardening buds at the peak of your breast and running down your skin answered your question.
“Oh this shuts you up then” he teased, spikes of cold now pressed at your neck and followed the path of your collar bone to in between your chest. Inhaling sharply and allowing the ice against your skin to ignite a rush of goose bumps wherever it moved.
“God, I love how your body reacts” you tilted your hips grappling for the contact of his leg against your clit.
“Asshole” you breathed as he moved his leg back just out of reach. You pictured the smug smirk smacked on his face triumphant in irritating the hell out of you
“Oh insults now? We can’t have that” he preceded, dragging the ice in a strong line down your chest to your stomach and then to your throbbing bundle of nerves. You hissed through teeth and your back arched off the bed searching for any relief. What made is worse is the melting water that was flowing from the cube and running cold blissful daggers down your slit.
“Cold?” he asked
“Obviously” you breathed a tiny bit agitated.
“But your body’s not complaining” his fingers collecting a cocktail of the melted ice and your arousal before pushing them inside.
“Yoongi…” you whined.
“God, I missed you moaning my name as well” he got an extra dose of you swearing his name as he curled his fingers inside of you. Lips pressing tightly around your breast biting at your nipple.
You flung your arms down, entangled your fingers in his hair; the handcuffs clinking lightly at your wrist.
“Seriously?” Your brows knitting together.
“You’re really going to edge me after being apart for so long” you complained. His fingers had left you along with his lips leaving nothing but a sulky pout on your lips.
“Jesus what the fuck” you cried as his knee pressed into all your arousal and something burned at your chest for a moment before there was a small pinch at your skin. You cried out more in shock in than anything the first.
“Have you just tipped wax on me Min Yoongi?” you asked in a pause of contact, which you guessed he was waiting for a reaction.
“Well I said no toys so I improvised” You hissed through your teeth as the stung hit again, this time around your belly button.
“Do you want me to stop?” he questioned more sincerely. You ground your hips into his leg, your arousal spreading on hi skin as you groaned at the contact.
“Does it feel like I want you too?” your hips refused to stop, desperate in chasing any sort of release.
“Fuck you know that drives me insane”
//
-I’m so bored, why aren’t you here entertaining me!-
-I have better things than to make sure you’re occupied :p what  would you have me do if I was there?
-I want you sat on my thighs grinding, I want to feel how wet you get, I want to feel it all on my skin as you get yourself off on me.
-is someone horny by any chance?
You sat amused in a conference room, trying to shade your expression as much as possible and act like filthy thoughts were ravaging your mind.
-Yes and I think you should help me
- So demanding! How much do you like it when I ride your thighs?
-so fucking much I can’t even tell you
-I mean your thighs aren’t here but does this help?  MOV.mp4
The video was one you’d filmed for him to surprise him but you couldn’t have your man go without your help. You’d filmed yourself having some “alone” time with a new toy you’d wanted for when he was away. You made sure you was extra loud when you whimpered his name as you came.
-Fucking hell babe! I don’t deserve you! And yes it helped a lot! Do I get one every time I’m away? :P -
You’d received this response a good forty minutes later.
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 “On all fours” he demanded, his tone was crisp and saturated with a dominance and desperation that spoke and goaded to your already blazing fire at your core.
You fumbled as you obeyed him, a wide smirk concrete on your face, elbows sinking into the bed. Your arms cushioning your forehead, ass high in the air for him to relish the view. You felt his cock throb between your legs
“Stop making me wait and just fuck me pleaaase!” you pleaded desperation hanging on every syllable and he damn well knew it.
“Don’t move” he responded lining up at your entrance with just the tip making contact. All you wanted, no needed to do was just push back, but you wanted to see where he was going with this
You waited and waited. His weight shifted slightly, waiting had caused your skin to heat up, as well and your arousal only to heighten, the anticipation was ridiculous!. You did your best not to shuffle even a tiny bit further onto him.
“Beg!” he asked of you with a dangerous tone
“What?” you checked
“You said you wasn’t above begging, I wanna hear it properly”
Turning your head to the side so he could hear you
“Fuck Yoongi! You’ve gotta be kidding me I just need you to fuck me not tease me” He remained still.
“Please baby! I’ve missed how good you feel when your inside me, I need to cum around you, I want…”
Funnelling your breath out through your teeth almost hissing
“Ahh” you both exclaimed breathlessly, you’d pushed onto him, a muscle reaction to the surprise strip of wax he’d draped down your spine. God you’d missed how he felt, how perfectly you fitted together, how hungry you both were to please each other; craving each other’s satisfaction. His thrusts were hard and heavy against you; the grip of his hands at your hip grew tighter.
“God you’re so beautiful like this” he mewled one hand softly creeping up your spine and tangling and twisting in your hair before yanking you back. The pang of pain pulling a cry from you, sending a signal of ecstasy straight through to your core your walls clenching around him
“Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m really not going to last much longer” he warned. His and your hips quickly finding a peaceful rhythm, your moans were becoming strangled with your breathing muffled as your arms caved and he relinquished his grip on your hair. Your face covered by the sheets stifling your cries. You clenched tight around him again
“Tell me your close, please… cum with me” he choked, he’d slowed his thrusts nearly leaving you before slamming back into you each time causing a more drawn out whine passed your lips
“Mmm right there don’t…” the coil finally releasing four weeks of frustration ricocheting through your body. You stilled, the shock-waves dragged on blissfully with his hips still jerking into you a state of over-stimulation. His grunts slowly drowning out your labouring breathes.
“Fuck… I love you!” he panted collapsing beside you unlocking the metal from your wrist. You stared at him, pupils no doubt blown out. Your brows slowly knitting together before contorting into a smile and launching a pillow to his face.
Did he just?
No way!
“What?” the strands of his jet black hair slicked to his skin.
“You do not get to say that for the first time after you’ve just fucked me like that” your hand resting supporting your head as you laid on your side facing him.
“Why not?”
“Because!”
Am I even ready to say it to say it back? I mean I was near enough in love with him back then. The feelings that were once dormant have flourished exponentially over the past month.
I do.
Shit. But saying it out loud makes those feelings acknowledged and real. Opening me up to potential pain.
“Your bodies flowing with all those sweet chemicals right now” the ‘you fucking serious look’ he responded with made you chuckle
“I’m not accepting it. I will when you say it in a serious non sexual situation”
“Fine, fine” he conceded a flicker of light snuffed out behind his eyes.
Have I upset him?
“Good now please go and bring me coffee” you ordered amused
He saluted militantly
“No breakfast?” he asked before leaving the room.
“Not on an event day”. His eyes rolled before they bloomed a garden of concern
“Promise me you’ll at least have a little something before this evening?”
“Promise”
The first promise you’ll be breaking to Yoongi.
“I still can’t believe you’ve not showed me your dress”
“That would ruin the surprise now wouldn’t it” you once again attacked him with a pillow flying across the room.
“Now Coffee! Go!”  
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dat-town · 4 years
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CODE Z3RO | CODE 01
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characters: BTS & Red Velvet genre: thriller, futuristic au warning: none summary: The twelve most ambitious and promising university students are welcomed in Choego, the world’s first entirely artificial intelligence-driven city, to compete for five job contracts that could change their life. But what if something goes wrong? What if they get trapped? What if the city suddenly turns against them? Can they find a way out before the countdown reaches zero? words: 4.4K tagged: @philosopher-of-fandoms​
➼ Chapter Index
Smart cities had been prickling people's mind ever since microchip was created and even before. A place with infrastructure so developed you could find everything you need in a 10 minute walk radius, with such top security you wouldn't have to be afraid of letting your child outside, with an air so clear thanks to the green places and lack of cars that you could see stars clearly at night. The city that itself produced all the energy it needed making it sustainable and environmentally friendly. A community that didn't need nor relied on physical workers anymore but had machines to do everything they did. A city like that used to be a dream. Now, after dozens and dozens of failed projects, that city was Choego.
And Jeon Jungkook was there to make a name for himself.
After getting checked by a high tech security system, not to mention the more than 6 months long application and selection process, he was finally here, inside of those enormous gates of the artificial city, in the heart of future, as the second youngest of the twelve candidates to be a part of the real-life simulation, to experience another world, the life as it was and what it could be.
"This is beautiful," a girl with her brown hair in a ponytail, tied by a red ribbon whispered on his right in awe.
Jungkook glanced at her a little disinterested but followed her gaze anyway to marvel at the city built of metal and glass, pretty parks in-between of the human-made constructs and a part of him agreed. The lack of annoying mass of people flooding the streets, the clean roads without litter or stinking smell, the mathematical architecture of this place sure impressed him too.
Even if Choego was more of a ghost town with the lack of people than the dream city presented on ads.
"Sure if you have the taste of a caveman," another girl chimed in sarcastically, flipping her long black hair behind her shoulder, grabbing on her Gucci bag like her life depended on it.
Jungkook scoffed, averting his attention back to the huge projectors welcoming them in the city of future. It was a short movie about the development and building of the town, the fight and struggle of the hundreds of researchers, scientifics, politicians and other powerful people who dreamt a place like this could exist as it was today. 
An awkward laugh cut through the murmurs of arrived students as their host descended on the granite stairs.
“Sorry for the advertisement. Our PR team insisted on showing you this,” said the tall, graceful female figure. She had a lab coat over her carmine dress, thick framed glasses on her snub nose and ginger hair so shiny she could have made an appearance in advertisements. She looked gorgeous, no wonder half the boys widened their eyes at the sight. However, the other half turned a blind eye to the welcoming committee, more immersed in the city itself.
Jungkook barely bat an eyelash at her as his mouth rather hang agapé on the enormous computer and server room the city had, a whole new district of wires and chips and machines that keep the city alive, it was basically the heart of its blood circulation. Amazing.
“My name is Han Raina and I’m the lead researcher here,” the woman bowed towards them slightly and being either polite or intimidated, most of the candidates did the same. “It’s my pleasure to greet you all.”
It sounded a bit forced, artificial but everybody anticipated her welcome speech because of the loads of classified information they basically came here in the blinds, not knowing anything about what to expect. Jungkook for one was clueless, and as he looked around, the other candidates had just as curious eyes like him. He was sure in one thing: he won’t go home without getting a job and the foundation of his stable future here.
“First of all, congratulation for passing our tests and being chosen. You are the greatest hope of the next generation and that’s exactly why you are here now. To see and be a part of the future. I would like to remind you that everything you do is recorded on hidden CCTV cameras all around the city because of security reasons and so that we can monitor your reactions.”
“I haven’t seen any cameras,” a pastel-haired boy interrupts as he checks the surroundings. A few follow his lead and he’s right, there are no cameras that can be seen around.
“They are too small to see. Probably micro or nano-sized,” Jungkook muttered and relished in the way every head turned towards him. As an electronic engineer student that was something he knew well.
“That’s right, Mr. Jeon, great thought,” Miss Raina smiles at him fondly and the screen that previously showcased the city’s presentation, was now divided into nine smaller frames, live recording of them from different angles. “But please, don’t pay any mind to them, act natural.”
For those who weren’t overdramatic, it was an easy task since they were aware that each public places had these kind of cameras recording people’s every move even in Seoul. Also, for safety reasons of future it was essential for the city to have eyes everywhere.
“I know all of you are very excited and curious since we left you in the dark but please understand that the simulation will only be realistic if you don’t know the details. However, it’s time to give you a little head-up on the city and about your week here. We can sit down and make ourselves comfortable in our meeting room. Follow me,” she beckoned a finger, inviting them closer and the dozen of university students followed her in unison.
“Sorry,” the earlier, ponytail girl apologized when she bumped into Jungkook on accident. She had pure innocence and childlike wonders in her eyes. Kim Yerim, the boy glanced at the name card hanging in her neck and he made a mental note about this girl not being a real competition.
“Let’s go, Yeri,” an older guy, Kim Seokjin based on his card, nudged her to move forward and there was both familiarity and fondness in his voice as he guided the girl by a hand on the small of her back. What a coincidence for siblings to make it to the top 12. Smartness must run in family or maybe the researchers wanted to add this as a factor to the simulation, who knows?
The group walked along a wall with a huge 3D map of the city into a room on the second floor which had a great view of the park in front of the building. They were merely 2 hours from Seoul yet it felt like another world, fancy, clean, ultramodern and green. Even the chairs in the room were done with utmost care to fit all the health requirements and ergonomic needs.
As soon as everybody was seated, the woman pulled out a high pack of documents and shared one pile of paper with each of them.
“First, we will need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. You can’t tell anybody what you saw or experienced here. It’s a business know-how we can’t risk. If it’s done we can finally talk freely,” she explained as nobody complained. When they agreed to help this project, it was an evident, understandable condition.
Quickly everybody scribbled their names onto the paper but only a few of them read the contract throughout about the consequences of violating the confidentiality. Jungkook was one of those people.
When all of them handed the papers back to Miss Raina, she clapped happily.
“Okay, so now let’s talk about the city. You probably know a lot about its history, or if you don’t, you can always take our leaflets, so now let’s talk about its design,” she pointed at the map appearing on digital screen. As she was talking about certain parts of it, the map constantly changed, zoomed in or out. “We are now here, in the main research building of the town. Next to us is the laboratory, there’s the hospital, the public offices on the other side of the road. You can see the parks as the green blocks yourself too. Your dorms are located in the residential area, on the western part of the city. So yes, you will be able to see the sea but we do not recommend visiting it. For security reasons we closed off the ports.”
“And the bridge too,” a messy, brown haired guy mumbled as he stared at their cheerful host with cold suspicion. No matter how quiet he was, with that firmness of his voice nobody could not hear what he said and the hidden implication behind it.
Han Raina raised one of her prettily arched brows. 
“Sorry but what do you mean by that?”
For a minute, it seemed like the guy was about to leave it with a grimace and careless shrug but then he pointed at the eastern side of the map where the Bridge of Silence, as they called it, connected the artificial island with the mainland.
“This city is totally closed and has only one way in and out with a gate controlled by electronics. Do you have any emergency plans for like terror attacks, or if they hack the gate?” he asked edging on the border of being necessarily polite and an arrogantly know-it-all. However, it was undebatable that the question he stated was an essential element of the security and safety of Choego. 
“That’s highly unlikely to happen, Mr. Min but of course, “ the researcher lady nodded and sat down with her elbows resting on the table. She acted like the patient elementary school teacher educating the kids about the basic laws of physics. “Imagine this city as a huge computer. What happens when a computer is attacked?”
“The firewall kicks in,” the apparently tech-educated guy replied without hesitance and earned a satisfied smile from their host. A pang of envy poisoned Jungkook’s veins as he watched their interactions. Wasn’t it unfair for one of them to have a head start like this?
“Correct, it’s the same here too. Though, since our security is so high level any computer control panel has three-factor authentication including a biology one too,” Miss Raina explained and as Jungkook looked around, he wasn't sure everybody understood the concept of three-level protection. That it needed three separated traits to open a door, one knowledge-based like a password, one possession-based like an ID card and one biology-based like a retina scan. Because of the latter it was the most difficult kind of security system to trick without making a scene and the researcher echoed his thoughts:
“It’s impossible to hack our system from the outside. If anybody tries that, they have to be here and then we can pull a Louvre move on them. Does anyone know what happens if the security system detects a theft in the most famous museum of Paris?”
Ah, what is this? A quiz night? Jungkook almost grunted because he had no idea but he was actually surprised that for a long minute, nobody spoke up.
“It will close its doors, seal the endangered zone with bars until the police arrives,” the tall, wide-shouldered guy from earlier, Seokjin said much to the delight of the lady.
“Yes, so if anything like that happens, we plan to trap the intruders inside. The sectors would be switched off the electrical grid one by one until the attacker has no choice but to wait for the authorities right here,” she concluded and turned back to the suspicious guy. “And we have evacuation plans, too. Don’t worry.”
Jungkook wanted to laugh. If they were worried about something that definitely wasn’t terrorist attacks or a tsunami flooding the city. What were the chances of these events to happen right now while they were being evaluated? See? He was more stressed of the possibility of leaving without a contract in his hands, head down in shame.
“Okay, so since we talked about your dorm. Here are your ID cards,” Miss Raina flicked her fingers and at cue, the staff started handing out metal bracelets for each of them. “You can take off the visitor cards you got at the gate earlier since you are going to use these bracelets for identification from now on.”
The accessory’s design was simple, gender-neutral, easy to clamp on and light on the wrist.
“This functions as the prototype of the chips that will be injected into our future residents. It not only stores all the data about you but also monitors your health in case you were in an endangered situation. It also keeps track of your GPS coordinates to locate you and it holds all your authorization to make sure which sectors and offices you can and can’t go in. Your authorization level right now is a common researcher’s so you access most of our buildings including the labors. Once you will work here, of course, it will depend on your job position.”
“Does it have a camera in it, too?” a guy in baseball cap chimed in certainly not impressed by the idea of always being followed around. Not like phones didn’t have the same functions already and millions of people used those voluntarily.
The woman was quick to shake her head, seemingly absolutely horrified at the presumption.
“Of course not, we respect personal space.”
“But you will know when we go to pee,” said the guy as he threw in his visitor card that said Jung Hoseok to the middle of the table and put on the bracelet anyway. Even if this test took the evaluation process a bit too seriously with analyzing all their reactions, none of them wanted to leave. No matter how much doubt or fear they felt, they were too curious or too ambitious.
“What’s more, based on our health factors they will know when we need to go before we do,” a red-haired girl chirped and Jungkook frowned at the bracelet clipsed on his wrist.
“Yes, Miss Son is right, it’s an advanced tool, but keep in mind, it’s for your own good. It’s the future,” the researcher lady reminded them. The ‘future’ seemed to be their magic word solving every problem and being the ultimate answer.
“All in all, you need to have the bracelets on you all the time since it’s the key for your dorm rooms, too. Boys and girls will be separated, of course, but we provide you a common area to socialize where dinner and breakfast will also be served everyday. Based on your daily activities you will have lunch in either the offices’ or labor’s canteen,” she once again points at the map that highlighted the mentioned parts and flashed tomorrow’s menu on the board. Reading about Korean barbeque and pasta salads with salmon made Jungkook hungry as it was almost dinnertime and he hadn’t eaten since morning.
“Ahh it’s excited, isn’t it?” Miss Raina clapped enthusiastic again but nobody joined her. A few forced an awkward smile and some didn’t even care. They didn’t come here to have these chitchats and the middle-aged woman was most likely aware too as she added: “Don’t forget, even though we evaluate you individually, you have to work together in teams to succeed the simulation. Any questions?”
A few candidate exchanged uncertain glances but then a stern looking guy in dress shirt asked the question that had been on all of their mind: “What is the simulation about exactly?”
With his Rolex watch and elegant attire, it was obvious he came from a rich household. The son of Parks, Jungkook had heard about him. It was all in the news, that the child of the right-hand of Seoul's mayor will be a part of this test, one of those who can experience the dream city first hand. Some even thought he came here to spy for his father.
It was an interesting thought. Why would the investors of Choego let a potential rival's son on their land willingly? Or people are just being nosy and making fuss about nothing?
“I can’t tell you, sorry," Miss Raina shook her head and provided a diplomatic answer about her reasons. "It would change your natural reactions and the results of our research would be false.”
It actually made sense but Jungkook still couldn't make anything out about this project. He applied for the promise of bright future but they all basically dove into the unknown as they came here. But he wasn't the only one worrying about being left in the dark.
“And when will we be notified about our daily activities?” An older girl with rounded glasses asked as she was tapping on the glass table rhythmically but the awaited answer was just as vague as the earlier one.
“You will find your schedule for the week in your dorms. If you don’t have more questions, my colleagues will accompany you to there. Rest well, tomorrow will be a long day,” the researcher lady bid her goodbye with a well-practiced smile and two other scientists showed them the way to their temporary residences.
“You were brought here in an environmentally friendly bus but since the city is designed for pedestrians and not for cars you'll have to walk convenient distances like this,” they explained as they headed outside.
Their guides kept talking about the advanced technologies used in certain parts of the cities, the borders of the zones, the buildings' functions but Jungkook's mind wandered off as he stared ahead at the paradise made of glass, metal and money. He would live here one day, he decided and he wouldn't let anybody stop him now that he was finally here.
Kim Yerim had long learnt that in every group of people there was that one who knew the most nasty secrets of everybody and couldn’t shut up. She didn’t have to wait long to realize that among the twelve of them, Park Sooyoung was the gossip queen. No wonder since her whole family came from the tabloids.
“I really don’t get what half of these people even do here. It was in the requirement to have a major that can contribute to the development of the city and yet, here we have a psychologist, a sociologist and even a journalist?” she scoffed pointing at Joohyun, Hoseok and Yerim one by one. She didn’t even try to be discreet about her opinion as she was talking to noone in particular. She just wanted to show off but maybe it wasn’t the best crowd to do so, to outstand from. The mentioned boy didn’t seem to care that he was titled useless while the group’s eldest, Joohyun turned tomato red. It must have been quite offensive to her to be told off by a third-year while she was working on her doctorate.
And Yerim, she quickly turned her gaze away and her brother patted the back of her hand.
“Don’t even listen to her, okay?” Seokjin whispered into her ear and shot a sharp look at the girl in brand designed clothes. He was trying hard not to snap. He might have been a pretty calm person but for his sister, he would have done anything, to any extent.
It definitely wasn’t the hosts’ greatest idea to lock them into one place competing to get those limited job offers while they had to cooperate. They were both rivals and team members. What kind of absurd paradox it was? So when after having their nutritional dinner at their dorm place, they were advised to get to know each other a bit by introducing themselves or at least their name, age and major, it was almost obvious it wouldn’t end well.
“And that shabby kid?” Sooyoung carried on unbothered, pointing her finger at the youngest engineer of the group, Jungkook, if Yerim remembered correctly. “Believe me, he is the charity case here. This dorm is a real glow up from his place. The city creators must have taken pity on him”
“Oh as if you are any better. What the hell are you doing here, little vacation girl?” Jimin snorted and brought his arms onto the table, locking his fingers and looking straight at the Gangnam girl over his hands. From the look of her eyes, it was obvious the two of them had some history together or at least they knew each other, which wasn’t surprising as both of them lived the high life of rich kids. “You are only here because your daddy slipped a big pile of money to the investors.”
“Excuse me,” Sooyoung’s breath hitched and she looked downright offended by the accusation. “Every city needs tourists and that’s why I’m here. It’s just as important as the bullshit you do.”
That said bullshit was actually genetics, an innovative and really fascinating field of engineering. Yerim was actually quite impressed that even genetics were presented by the candidates.
“What did you just say? At least my field makes our lives better and healthier, it makes progress while you are just money-hungry...” the politician’s son kept raising his voice until Jin interrupted him:
“Enough,” he stopped the heated dispute with a single word before it could get even worse. “Haven’t you heard? We will need to work together. Not against each other.”
Maybe it was his Crisis, Disaster and Risk Management masters classes that taught him how to approach these problems but unfortunately, not everybody was so cooperating.
“As if,” somebody mumbled from the back, his lilac hair falling onto his forehead. He looked like he wanted no part in this desperate attempt at staying civilized as he stood up and left without any further goodbye. It stirred up the calming atmosphere again and Yerim couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose. Marketing was the keypoint of manipulation after all. That’s why she didn’t blame Sooyoung entirely for stereotyping all of them based on their majors and the information her father provided.
“Watch if I ever team up with these,” Gucci girl’s mouth pulled a grimace and as dramatic as she could be, she walked out the opposite direction Taehyung did, towards the girls’ dorm.
Yerim sighed. It was only their first day here and yet tension was already cuttable in the air. And the couple’s fight didn’t help either…
“Stop being so clingy, Joon,” the red-haired med student snapped at her boyfriend in disbelief. “We are not on a vacation, for god’s sake, let’s be professionals about this.”
“Huh? Now you’re saying we can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend here or what?” The pastel blonde hair guy blinked in confusion and - in Yerim’s opinion - understandable hurt written clearly on his face.
“It’s nothing personal, honey, but it’s basically a very unique job interview and you don’t befriend your rivals,” she said and trotted after Sooyoung.
A heavy sigh left Namjoon’s mouth and Hoseok who sit on his other side patted his back in empathy.
“My girlfriend also applied,” he told the exasperated engineer. “But when I got my letter, she said she was happy she didn’t got in because it would tear us apart. For your sake I hope she was wrong.”
She probably wasn’t, they all knew but nobody said anything and slowly they went on their way dispersing in the building.
Yerim got a good night hug from his brother and waved him off as she scribbled down some notes in her diary about today. Nobody was bothered by her little bit childish antics, nobody cared. The dining room was empty - save from one boy on his phone - when she finished and got up to shower and get ready for tomorrow.
Her assigned roommate was a very quiet girl called Seulgi who learnt some quite fancy named major - Civil, Environmental and Architectural Engineering as Yerim recalled - and she seemed pretty kind so far. They exchanged a few words before Yerim could actually use the bathroom. By the time she let her sore muscles loose under the hot water and brushed her teeth in front of the foggy mirror, Seulgi was fast asleep. With her nerves, the younger girl wasn’t so lucky, she struggled to close her eyes and let dreamland take her. Even the smallest noises of the ventilating system kept her awake.
After half an hour of tossing and turning in bed, she decided to take a world and have a glass of water so as quietly as she could she left their room. When the door closed behind her the corridor’s lamps automatically turned on much to her relief. She followed the directions she remembered from earlier, occasionally opening doors with her high-tech ID bracelet. Luckily she didn’t take it off for sleeping or else she would have had to go back for it. To her own surprise, she was able to locate and found the common room with kitchen without getting lost.
She filled a glass full of refreshing cold water and gulped it down as quickly as a man on verge of dying. Just as a relieved sigh bubbled up from her throat, she heard it… the clock ticking and hitting another hour. Then a flash of red painted the whole room colourful and Yerim almost dropped the glass as she turned on her heels. Putting it down onto the counter, she took careful steps towards the floor to ceiling glass windows. Her palm fit onto the cold surface nicely as she watched the moon’s reflection on dozens of glass buildings with wide eyes. The red light came from the building vis-á-vis burning carmine and angry. Yerim’s heart skipped a beat when suddenly she heard the unmistakable sounds of sirens.
“Ah I knew you were going to be here. Can’t sleep?” a familiar voice questioned in an amused tone and in her panicked state, the girl turned towards his brother, face breaking into a confused and terrified expression just like hers when they were children and she found a spider in their room.
“I think there’s something very very wrong, Jin,” she whispered in a trembling voice.
The faint distant sound of alarms and the warning red light suddenly stopped and then, all the lights darkened in the sector next to them. Like somebody turned the light switch off right at two o’clock and the border between the zones sparkled with electricity.
“No, it’s okay,” the elder said hurriedly pulling his sister away from the window. Just in time so she couldn’t see that lost bird flying right into the invisible wall and falling down as if it was struck by lightning. “I guess the simulation just started...”
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katebacks · 5 years
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Love me, Hate me - Min Yoongi (M)
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— pairing | Min Yoongi/Reader
— word c | 4,027
— genre | Fuckboy au!, College au! angst , Smut.
— summary |  You hated him, hated how handsome he was, hated how all the girls wanted him, you hated hating him, but you couldn’t contain yourself. At least not anymore. You’ll find out in the worst way, or the best, that Min Yoongi is an addictive drug. ]. 
— warnings/tags |  Adult content, explicit sex, low slang words.
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You still lived with your parents, you were still their little girl. After your sister ran away from high school to live with the hippies when you were 10, the rules in your house got pretty tight. You could only go out accompanied by the friends that your parents knew, had to be home before midnight, and couldn’t date before finishing college. You always obeyed your parents, even if you thought that was not necessary, even if you were 23 years old, even if you were an adult, you had never disobeyed an order from them, until a week ago.
You hadn’t planned it, you had no idea how it had happened. In a minute you were drinking with your friends in one pub, and in another you were waking up in a bedroom next to the most coveted Fuckboy at the university. Min Yoongi was the person who most irritated you, no one could irritate you at the level that he could. Looking at him across the hall made your blood boil. In your three years of college, you hated him and despised him every day of your life.
But for some reason, after the night you spent together, something in you has changed, and you were annoyed at the new feeling you were feeling, you were no longer angry at Min Yoongi, you were angry at yourself for having feelings for someone who certainly didn’t feel the same. Your parents were traveling that weekend so they didn’t suspect anything, but what was really difficult was avoiding Yoongi. You studied in the same building, so you always had to leave earlier in the day to avoid bumping into him, or you had to come up with some question to ask the teacher until Yoongi had leave.
Your friends had already told you that he had asked about you, and even if you wanted to talk to him again, to kiss him again, you knew you couldn’t, because of your parents, and for you, you didn’t want to get hurt and you knew he would break your heart, because that's what bad boys do, and Yoongi was the meanest of them.
It was Saturday night, you had decided you wouldn’t leave the house. Your parents had a business dinner to go and they would soon leave, you'd be alone for the rest of the night just watching Netflix and eating junk food.
After they left, you went into the kitchen and opened the pantry, looking for the popcorn, and a few seconds after you closed the pantry, the doorbell rang. You frowned, looking at the clock on the counter. You weren’t expecting anyone and surely no one would show up there that time on a Saturday night. You dropped the packet of popcorn on the counter and walked into the living room, opening the door and widening your eyes at the same moment.
Min Yoongi was standing in front of you.
He was all in black, with his black hair falling over his face. His hands were in the front pockets of his pants and he looked at you with a smug look and a provocative smile on his lips. You almost choked to see him there, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived. And you didn’t know how to feel about his presence there.
Looking at him, flashes of your night with him came in your head, memories that were tormenting you all week. Those black hairs that you pulled, those eyes that looked at you with desire and lust, those lips that kissed your neck and made you crazy when he eat you out, the same mouth that kissed your whole body, whispered dirty things in your ears, things that made you lose control, letting him bosses you. His neck that you left hickeys. The chest you leaned on as you ride him. The arms that hugged you as he was thrusting inside you hard, the hands that gripped your waist, pulled you hair as he hit you from behind, the same hands he used to hold  your throat and dig deep inside you.
All that, that body, Min Yoongi, he was your perdition.
And all through the week, when those memories came to your head, you need to masturbate, relieve yourself, but nothing seemed to satisfy your desire. Your dildo's, your fingers, or porn movies, none of this was enough. Your body wanted Min Yoongi.
You stood for long seconds staring at each other until he let out the air and took a step forward, making you step out of the trance and take a step back, moving away from the door as he came in and closed the door behind him.
“We need to talk.” He said in a hoarse voice, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to bristle. You swallowed and took a deep breath, thinking what to say.
"About what? I don’t think we need to talk about anything." You said, trying to sound as confident as possible, but by the way the corner of his mouth moved, you knew you were not convincing enough.
"Where's your room?" He asked. Shit.
“My parents will be here soon and ...”
"I saw them leaving, (Y/N)." He said interrupting you, walking slowly toward you, not taking his eyes from you, making you hold your breath. When his hand touched your waist and pulled you against him, you yelped in surprise and slammed into his chest. Yoongi took a few steps, pushing you back, pressing you against the wall. You tried to look away from him, knowing that if you looked at his eyes for a long time, you would be hypnotized and loose control, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
Yoongi watched you for a few seconds, his eyes sliding from yours to your lips several times before he placed a peck on it, making the fire inside you spread all over your body. Your cheeks reddened, and you gasped. Yoongi smiled pretentiously.
"Be a good girl and show me your room, huh?" He said and so distanced himself, making your whole body miss his touch. "I promise you that you will be well rewarded, doll."
With no thought or denial, you turned to the ladder and started to climb it. Yoongi was literally the first man you would take into your home and bedroom, you would be so fucked up if your parents came in and found out. But you knew that if Yoongi took the first step, you wouldn’t stop him. You couldn’t because you wanted it too. As you entered your room, you closed the door behind you and watched Yoongi walking toward your bed. Even his walk was perfect, he was literally a magnet for unsuspecting girls, but how did you fall in love with him? The most annoying and crazy guy in college?
You shook your head and pushed your thoughts away, watching him jump on your bed, lying down comfortably, crossing his hands beneath his head and looking at you. He arched one eyebrow, seeing you still standing by the door.
"Feel free, after all, this is your room." He joked. You might even have laughed or smiled, but you were too tense, so you just stood still. He laughed cheekily. “Your choice.”
“What are you doing here?” You asked, too curious to wait for his willingness to say what he wanted to talk to you about.
“I thought you were longing for my company.” He said with a mischievous smile on his lips. “The girls who sleep with me tend to be obsessed with me and miss me a lot.”
You rolled your eyes. Of course he would say that.
"Thank you so much for reminding me that I'm just another girl on your list and sleeping with you was the biggest mistake of my life, ‘sir. my dick is the biggest on campus."
“I don’t think my dick is the biggest on campus, but I know how to use mine very well, and you know it too.” The pretentious smile returned to his lips and in that moment you remembered how much you hated him. He was an asshole.
“How many of your friends have you told about us, Yoongi?”
“I'm not the idiots with whom you usually relate to, (Y/N). I don’t need to go out there telling anyone about my personal life to feel the badass, and you wanna please sit your butt next to me?” He said sitting on the bed and tapping his hand next to him. You rolled your eyes one more time, too tired to argue, disappointed with yourself for having even thought for a minute that with you would be different.
"Yoongi ..." You sighed, folding your arms. "You have to leave before anyone finds out you're here. If my parents find out …"
"C’mon. How old are you, 15?" He frowned. "You're not a teenager, your parents can’t tell you what to do anymore."
“As long as I live under their roof and as long as they pay for my college, yes, they can tell me what to do.” You answered harshly. "And look, honestly, I don’t even know why you came here. It's pretty clear that I'm avoiding you all week and you know it, so why the hell did you show up here at this time with your nose up and your air of superiority? Isn’t there any girl you need to fuck or some party to go to?”
“I was at a party.” He confessed. "But I can’t stop thinking about you." He said getting up and walking to you, but this time without that badboy pose and without the smug smile. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest, because of his words and the innocence you were seeing in his face, something you had never seen before. But you couldn’t get carried away, you knew his fame, knew he was just saying that to get laid with you.
“You couldn’t fuck anyone there, that’s why you came here?” You asked moving away from him, stopping by the bed, as he took a deep breath, turning to you, staring at you as you began to tap your foot restlessly on the floor. “Did you think that telling me sweet words that are obviously lies and looking at me with innocence in the eyes would make me open my legs for you? What happened at Hoseok’s house was a mistake, Yoongi. I’m not like that …”
“And you think I don’t know that?” He asked, his face darkened, with that same look he had minutes before you were naked in one of your best friend's house rooms, walking toward you again. “Why do you think I’m so interested in you? You reject me for years, you detest me, you despise me, and one day you just kiss me, you fuck me and then you reject me again. You used me, and guess what? I liked it. And I want more.” And so he stopped in front of you. His hands gripped your face and you were unable to fight the urge you had to give yourself to him. The touch of his fingers reminded you of how good the feel of his skin against yours is. “And I know you want more too.” He whispered, caressing your lips with his thumb. That was true. You wanted more, you needed more. But you didn’t want to get hurt. You knew this would be just another fuck, you knew nothing would ever change between you.
“I don’t want to get hurt.” You whispered, closing your eyes, squeezing your eyelids, afraid to open them, look into his eyes and get lost in the sea of lust that were those dark eyes. That was when you felt his breath against your face You opened your eyes, seeing him inches from your face, almost making your noses touch. He stared into your eyes, an intense look that made your entire body tremble.
“I would never hurt you."
And so he kissed you. All of your defenses that you had set against him, fell and you drifted by the feel of his mouth against yours. You uncrossed your arms, and wrapped them around Yoongi's neck as he pulled you against him, one hand at the nape of your neck, the other at your waist.
"Please, let me fuck you, I've been thinking about it all week." He whispered between the kiss, lowering his lips to your neck, and biting lightly, making you feel shivers all over your body. Yoongi lowered his hands to your hips, and gave you an impulse, making you entwine your legs around his waist. Your cleavage getting to the height of his face, and he drew his lips from your neck, kissing and biting the valley of your breasts. You grabbed his hair and closed your eyes tightly, resting your chin on the top of his head, letting out weak moans as he dug into your blouse, his lips searching for your nipples. "Thank goodness you're without a bra." He murmured before he began to suck on one of your nipples, making you moan louder.
He walked toward the bed, his face still between your breasts, he tapped the shins on the edge of the bed and fell on top of you. You both laughed as the bed creaked as if you had just broken something. But soon the smiles disappeared and soon you were kissing again.
“God I missed your skin so much” He whispered between your lips, caressing your thighs, gently trailing his fingers close to your crotch, making you fumble for more physical contact. When his fingers touched you over your clothes, you let out a moan and a sigh, which made Yoongi smile. "I think you missed me too." He lowered his kisses down your neck and you took your hands to his hair until his face was between your legs, kissing you over your shorts.
“Please...” You whispered. The boy raised his eyes and so he took his hands to the top of your shorts, pulling it down, throwing it anywhere. He stroked you over your panties before kneeling on the floor and pulling your hips to the edge of the bed, where he placed your legs over his shoulders, pulled your panties aside and began to slowly lick your clit. You moaned with the contact and arched your back, closing your eyes enjoying the wonderful feeling it was to feel Yoongi's tongue caressing the entire length of your pussy.
“You know what excites me the most?” He asked, whispering and stroking it with his thumb. You denied. “Hear your groans. Those soft moans that show you're struggling to hold an orgasm. Those moans you give when I do this.” He said sucking your clit, which made you moan and grab the sheets.
"Yoongi ..." His name slipped between your lips, making the whole body of the boy shiver.
“Oh, my God, (Y/N). How can you be so hot? How can you make me want to fuck you at any time of the day?” He whispered as he gave you kisses and more kisses in your intimacy. You moved in your mouth. You were so excited. He lifted his head and began to stimulate you with his hand. He lay down beside you without stopping the movements with his hand. You looked at his pants and saw his erection. You stroked it over his pants, watching him close his eyes and squeeze his lips. His fingers pressed against you. You then thrust your hand into his underwear and held his cock tight. A few minutes later, you helped him take off his pants and climbed into his lap. He gripped your waist. You helped him fit into your entrance and went down, feeling him fill you up. You moaned as you moved slowly in your lap.
He sighed heavily and his chest trembled as if he was holding himself back to not thrust hard inside your pussy. He then moved his hips toward yours, giving you a strong, deep thrust, making you support both hands on his chest, absorbing the almost orgasm you had. You both took a deep breath. His hands went to your breasts and squeezed them over the bra.
“It's all right?” He whispered and you nodded.
“Yes. Just nearly came with this thrust!” You whispered, laughing. He smiled. He moved with his hips and sank deep into you again making you bite your lips hard to hold a scream.
"God, you are so tight!" He groaned as he gripped your waist and rolled onto the bed, getting over you. He worked his hips in with speed. One of his hands held your thigh that was wrapped around his waist, the other tightening around your breast. You pulled the back of his neck and kissed him deeply to contain moans from both sides. You then heard the doorbell ring and parted the kiss, startled, but Yoongi released your breast and thigh, and caught your chin making you look at him.
"It's okay." He whispered, slowing his movements, but increasing his strength. You nodded and closed your eyes, delighting in the feeling of having him fill you inside, but once again the bell rang and you opened your eyes one more time.
"What if someone has listened to us?" You asked frowning, worried. Yoongi kissed your forehead and stared into your eyes, rolling his hips, hitting your right spots.
"Fuck them, baby. It's just you and me now." He whispered and kissed you again, making you completely forget about anything. “I want you to cum with me, okay baby?” He said slyly, increasing his speed and beginning to take deep thrusts.
"Okay, shit. You know how to make me cum." You laughed. "My God!" You moaned, putting your face on the boy's neck, nibbling it. And again the bell rang, and your name was called, but you were busy taking the pleasure to care.
"Come on, (Y/N)." He whispered in a pleasurable groan. He was getting there, you felt it. You clenched your cunt around his cock, making him squeeze his hand on your thigh. You moved toward him, synchronized with his movements. “Fuck!” He moaned. You bit your lips, unable to hold the loud moan that was coming out of your throat. Yoongi then gave a strong thrust and sank into you, making you cling to him hard and biting his shoulder trying to control the feeling, but it was too strong, your body began to tremble. You tossed your head back and grabbed the sheet, pulling hard. "Do you like this, baby?" He asked hoarsely, rotating his hips.
You stared at him, your eyes burning. His lips parted, his eyebrows drooping, his brow furrowed. The muscles in his arms were rigid, making the veins in his arms rise and stand out. He was a god to you. Like you was to him.
“Fuck me harder, Yoongi.” You said it loudly, making him smile and push harder, making you scream, roll your eyes and throw your head back, screaming with the force of orgasm. Yoongi lay on top of you, thrusting his face into your neck as he fucked you, cumming seconds later. His lips glued to yours and he pulled the blanket over you to stifle the strong, utterly exhausting moans that insisted on leaving your throats.
A few minutes after his breathing normalized, Yoongi asked if he could take a shower with you and you accepted. You thought that during the bath he would want to fuck again, but he was totally a knight, he was affectionate. He helped you clean yourself, he was careful and you liked that part of him. When you returned to the bedroom, you put on your pajamas while he wore his clothes. He was silent, quiet, and that was not typical of him, usually he would have annoying things to talk about and make you angry. But now he looked sad, maybe.
“Are you okay?” You asked and he looked at you. Yoongi blinked a few times, he opened his mouth to speak, but before answering, the doorbell of your house rang again and you rolled your eyes, irritated. You stepped past him and down the stairs to the door. When you opened it, you came face to face with your next-door neighbor. She was the most gossipy woman you'd ever met. “Can I help you with something?”  
"Are you okay? I heard a few screams coming from her house and I was worried.” She said moving her head, looking into your house, as if searching for something. You sighed angrily. You were tired of everyone taking care of your life.
“I'm totally fine. The screams you heard were mine while I was being fucked by a guy who's still up there while I'm here listening to you intrude into my life. So why don’t you do me a fucking favor and get out of my fucking property and go mind your own business?” You asked in an angry voice and then slammed the door shut, leaving the woman in shock at the door of your house. You felt relieved. Maybe Yoongi was a good influence for you after all. You turned to go up the stairs and back to your room, but stopped moving when you saw Yoongi coming down the stairs. He wasn’t happy.
"So ... I'm going."
“Why?” You asked, unable to hide the disappointment in your voice.
"Your parents, they cannot know I was here, or they'll fight with you." You lowered your head, that was true. Yoongi, seeing that you wouldn’t say anything, sighed and walked towards the door, past you, ready to leave. It was when you realized that yes, your parents would fight with you, but you didn’t care. You wanted to stay with him some more.
"Please stay." You asked raising your head and looking at Yoongi who was already holding  the door handle. Yoongi turned his face at once, wide-eyed, not expecting you to say that. He studied your face for a few seconds, searching for some trace of hesitation, but found none.
“What about your parents?”
"Fuck them, baby. It's just you and me now." You repeated his words and he laughed.
He then approached you and pulled you by the waist, giving you a calm kiss.
"Looks like I have a rebellious princess right here… What am I going to do with you?"
"I can think of one or two things." You said giving him a peck. Yoongi smiled and kissed you again. It would be a long night.
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“(Y/N), wake up… Oh my god!” You and Yoongi were awakened by your mother's screams. You two jumped on the bed. It was morning, you and he were wrapped in a sheet, both naked, exhausted for having sex until 4 in the morning. Looking at the door, your mother was in shock, no color on her face, static. You had forgotten to lock the bedroom door. Two seconds later your father was standing behind her and asking why she had screamed. When he saw you and Yoongi in bed, he turned red and stormed into the bedroom.
"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my daughter's bed? With her and naked?” Your father asked in a menacing voice. You and Yoongi looked at each other. The panic was stamped on your face. Yoongi on the other hand was very calm. He smiled at you, and looked back at your parents.
"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi, your daughter's boyfriend."
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