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shadowofahope · 2 years

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In Too Deep

Pairing: Kim Taehyung!xFemale Reader

Warning: swearing, crude language, mentions of fwb, and mentions of intimate sex

Premise: He's your brother's best friend, that's why you let things slide, but he's gone too far. He's crossed too many lines and now he had to accept that his regular excuses weren't good enough. One hell of a wake-up call to realize just how deep he was in.

word count: 4.1K

Authors notes: I had originally planned this one to contain smut, but no matter how I wrote it it didn't feel quite right. HOWEVER, if you all want a part two with the smut..... I am more than willing to indulge.

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Loud footsteps boom through your apartment as you throw the door open, heels flying off. Marching over to the couch and throwing your work bag down you spin around rage all but consuming you. Every breath coming out ragged, body trembling from sheer outrage. The man following behind you drags his feet, closing the door after you, head down sheepishly avoiding eye contact.

If he was going to act like a man-child at your workplace, unasked for might you add, he could at least take his consequences and the brutal chastising he was about to get like an adult.

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?” You can’t keep your voice calm, you can’t keep your mind calm. Everything in your being is ready to punch this beautiful man in his stupid beautiful face.

He stands there silently, still not making eye contact. His shaggy hair covers your line of sight to his eyes.

‘Coward’ your brain supplies you in his silence.

“He wanted to sleep with you.” He eventually mutters out.

Your mouth drops open. He did not just say that. Please lord help you, he did not just say that.

“He wanted to…” Completely dumbfounded. This has to be the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. “...sleep with me”

“He was trying to get lucky. He was getting all handsy with you.” Finally finding his excuses, eyes coming to rest on yours. “I heard him bragging to his friend about how he was getting laid tonight. There was no way I was going to let a sleeze talk about you like that.”

This was his justification? THIS is why he caused a scene at your work? Almost getting into a fight with a customer and being escorted out by security. You had managed to talk to the owners of the club you work at and apologize profusely. Only a warning was given thankfully as you had been one of their favorite waitresses and hype dancers since starting over a year ago, bringing in a good chunk of regulars to their VIP lounge area.

He had to be fucking joking right now.

“First of all, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can't sleep with.” Your voice comes out like acid, finger pointing at him viciously. “Secondly, it’s my job to make them believe they have a chance. That's how they tip well and keep coming back. I was doing my job! And I was doing it well until you had to neanderthal your way into being almost on the permanent blacklist. Not to mention risking my job.”

Exasperation didn’t cut it. Pure imbridadled rage didn’t cut it. This was giving you a migraine. Trying to relieve some pain you rub at your temples.

“If you don’t like what I’m doing then LEAVE.” You kindly gesture to the front door, eyes now closed due to the increasing throbbing. “My brother said it would be 4 days, why are you still here?” You were exhausted. He was exhausting.

“Because we realized just how much you fool around, it’s not safe for you like this. We needed to keep an eye on you.” He tries to persuade you. Always trying to be the hero. Something’s never changed. You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt at passing blame.

“Who is we?” You bite back bitterly.

“Your brother and I”

“No. Hell no! My brother already knows what I do, he’s fine with it. Do not pin your weird hyperfixation of us being a family on me.” Great now you were full blown shouting at him.

“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m worried about you, you’re like a sister to me.” His small pleading means nothing to you. You’ve heard this excuse too many times before.

“YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER TAEHYUNG!” You scream at him, now turning away from him to walk away. Anything to give yourself room to breathe.

“I understand you don’t see me as family but- I just want you to be safe. What if something bad happens? I don't understand why you’re being so reckless.” He chastises you as you stomp over toward your large bay window.

“You know exactly why I do this!” You spin around at him. Your old nickname of Viper coming back full force. You wanted to tear his head off.

“Don’t make this my fault!” His aim at defending himself came out as an unconfident whine.

“I’m not saying it’s your fault! GOD!” Hands scratching at your skelp, you wanted to pull all of your hair out. These double standard rules were driving you crazy. “I’m saying let me deal with rejection and heartbreak the way I want to! When Ari dumped you, you went on a gym binge for 3 months and opted for one night stands. When my brother was cheated on he never came out of his room for 6 months and slept with a previous ex. Everyone deals with it differently, so let me deal with it.”

“3 years. 3 years you’ve been messing around, never committing to a serious relationship. 3 years of your extreme recklessness. Why aren’t you over this by now?” He scoffs at you. Wait…did he just. The venom returned in full force.

“BECAUSE YOU WON’T LEAVE. I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR 9 YEARS! I FINALLY TELL YOU HOW I FELT AND YOU BRUSH ME OFF WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO THINK ABOUT IT” You let everything out, right into his face, making short work of the room between you. All pent up rage over the years, all the resentment you had for him, as coming out in an almost hysteria.

“We were only kids….”

“And I was dumb enough think I was special to you. I let myself fall for you and when you were finally 21 I told you my feelings and you said ‘we’re family’ and then introduced me to your girlfriend!” You scream, finally you were addressing it. Finally the elephant in the room was pointed out. “Do you not understand how aggravating that is?”

“We-”

“Every time I go home to see my brother and parents, you’re there. Every time my brother visits me, you’re there. I meet up with my brother, you're there. I meet up with our old friends YOU ARE THERE. And now I’ve finally gotten away and distanced myself from you…” You breathe shakily. “You show up at my door needing a place to stay for a couple days.”

“I can’t get over you if you’re in my life. I can’t forget you when every chance you get you meddle into my personal life. Your comments. Your judgements. The way you talk about me to your new friends.” You scoff at him, walking away again to look out of the same window as before. Muttering over your shoulder at his cheap pathetic expression.. “You think I want to keep loving someone who thinks so little of me?”

You laugh bitterly. Some sick joke this is.

“You’re the one with the preconceived notions. You have no right to talk bad about the people I sleep with.” You can’t let yourself break yet. Not yet. Not when he’s looking at you with disbelief and the smallest hint of disgust. Your arms crossing over your chest, eyes narrowing at the outside world. “Yes I have friends I occasionally sleep with, but they are still my FRIENDS. We have mutual respect for each other, which is something clearly you and I don’t have.”

You turn to look at him when you hear the floorboards creak under him, his steps heavy. Eyes ablaze with fury? Something you just said made him snap. But what the hell was it?

“How do you think I feel having to defend you all the time? Most of the guys around town know who you are all because you can’t stop acting like a whore!” His dropping to the deepest parts of his chest.

You stare at him in disbelief. All need to fight him is gone. You both drown in silence, his words sinking in.

“Get out.” You try to steady your voice.

“Wait Y/N i didn’t mean-” He pleads.

“Didn’t mean to what Tae? Tell me you're embarrassed to have such a whore of a sister.” Your tongue feels like barbed wire in your mouth as it moves.

“I-”

“Whatever you thought this was between you and me. Family. A stupid one-sided crush. We’re done. We are nothing anymore, understood?” You slowly walk over, every step in time to your words until you are directly in front of him.

All he does is stand there, shock all over his face, eyes wide. If you didn’t know better it looked more like he was surprised at himself for saying it, then your reaction. You rip your eyes away from his stunned figure. Neglecting to think further then your need to leave, you stare at your front door.

“Now I’m going to tell you exactly what is going to happen. I’m heading over to Jimin and Hoseoks for the night. YOU are packing your stuff up and finding somewhere else to stay. You will be gone when I get back. And I will never speak to you again.”

Pushing past him you don't say goodbye or anything else. No looking back to check on him. Slipping your bare feet into your sneakers you leave your apartment.

‘Don’t break. Don’t break.’ You tell yourself over and over again as you make your way sprinting over to your friend's place. No phone, no keys, no wallet. Nothing, not like you’ll need it anyways. You continue your mantra until you're standing in front of their door, shaking. You’re holding on by a thread and it's not until the door opens and you’re confronted with Hoseok and Jimin’s concerned faces that you finally let yourself break down into a sobbing mess. Two pairs of arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you into the safety of their space.

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“You called my sister a WHORE? Are you fucking kidding me Taehyung?!” Yoongi barrels into his living room from his office, upon hearing his best friend enter and fussing around in the kitchen. He had just gotten off the phone with Hoseok, who you had told everything to after you stopped crying and fell asleep.

Out of nowhere Taehyung had showed up at his place a few days ago asking to stay there instead. Yoongi could tell something was wrong, but he was waiting patiently for one of you to explain it to him. Clearly he should have demanded answers sooner.

“It was an accident! It slipped out before I could think clearly.” Visibly shaken by the outburst, his eyes jump to the older, brain scrambled.

“You are so fucking dumb. I thought I knew how dumb you were, but it turns out you are on a whole nother level of stupidity.” Yoongi has always been calm, nothing really makes him raise his voice. Well nothing except things to do with his sister.

“I KNOW!” He can’t defend himself, not from you and definitely not from your brother. “I’m a fucking moron ok?!”

“Not ok. You’ve known her your entire life and somehow your empty fucking head neglects the fact that y/n sleeping around are RUMOURS.”

“But she’s-”

“Sleeping with Hoseok and Jimin? Yes, but that’s it! Have you ever talked to these guys? Probably not because your ignorant ass cant see passed the fact that she’s actually fucking people.” He’s became friends with both of them soon after you had started spending all your time with them.

You had started talking about them almost every time yoongi and you went out for dinner. They were obviously really special people in your life. So he had asked you about them, and you had smiled and said that you’d like them. To which that led them to meeting him in person. He easily found them bearable. Both with bright and positive personalities he could see why you had latched onto them.

But he wasn’t stupid or blind and the three of you didn’t try to hide anything either.

“It’s not that I thought she wouldn’t. I was just mad that she wasn’t being careful. I just wanted her to find a nice guy and settle down! Is that so wrong?” Taehyung truly believes every word he’s saying. He’s just looking out for you.

“Being careful? Settling down? How many one night stands have you had in the last 6 months Tae? How many relationships have you been in for the 3 years? Hell what about me?” Yoongi reasons with him. One thing he knows almost as much as his sister is his bestfriend. Even if his bestfriend is too blind to notice.“You don’t get to call my sister a whore just because you're jealous!”

“Jealous?”Taehyung hesitates, the wheels in his head turning. “Of what?”

“For fuck sakes Tae. I really hoped you would figure your shit out. You’re so fucking dense when it comes to Y/n.”

The confusion sets in on his face, brows and nose scrunching. What was he dense about? What the hell was Yoongi on about. He wanted you to be safe. Be with someone who knew you, inside and out. Who could treasure you in every chance they’d get. Look after you when your anxiety got too much, knew what you’d need. Be ready to suffer at the end of your viper tongue, handling your blunt and independent demands. Reassure you that you are the most beautiful being in the universe. Someone that would check all the boxes of what you deserve from a partner.

He had high expectations of who ever wanted to be with you, what was so wrong with that?

“You’re in love with her.” Yoongi fights himself not to smack Taehyung, when the others' eyes shoot to him in utter skepticism. “Don't give me any of the family bullshit you try to shove down her throat. It’s pathetic how hard you push it. You’re pissed because after all this time you are in love with her and she is doing her damned best to move on from you. Including fucking her friends.”

“But she’s your sister! And you’re my best friend! Of course I’d see her as my sister too.”

That wasn’t a proper rebuttal. Yoongi let’s it slide for now. Staring down Taehyung from across the kitchen. This man needed a wakeup call, and Yoongi was gonna give him a hell of a ride through actualization-vill.

“You don’t get to use that as an excuse, just because she’s my sister. She’s my sister to worry about, not yours!”

His immediate dismissal set Taehyung's jaw on edge. Shoulders tense, hands into fists before his own outburst, “How can you say that? I’ve always had your back when you were protecting her from those idiots trying to get with her. You’re extremely protective of her.”

“You’ve only had my back because it meant keeping other people away from her. Stop using me as an excuse for how you feel. I know my sister, better than anyone, just like I know you. Just admit it to yourself already.”

“I’m not-“ He can’t find the words. He can’t bring himself to. How was he supposed to make Yoongi see…

“Not what? Not in love with her… or not worth her love?” Yoongi sighs, eyes softening. Empathy now shining in them, he crosses the room to make his friend listen, to make him see. Hand coming to rest on the tallers shoulder.

“She-“

“She’s been in your life since you can remember. She’s the only female that has supported you 100% of the time, through every tough decision. She’s never once asked you to change. She’s never once demanded anything from you. She was there when your parents were fighting. She was there when you had surgery. She was there when you had no place to go. She was there when you needed someone to cry to.” His voice comes out calm again.

“…but she’s your sister and I’m-“ His last attempt barely is above a whisper.

“The one person that would make her truly happy. And that’s what I want for her. To be happy, besides if that makes my best friend happy too, that's a bonus. But you need to LET yourself accept this. No one is saying you can’t be in love with her or be with her. Only you are fighting this. Only you are telling yourself you can't have her when she’s right there, willing and wanting to be yours. Open your eyes Taehyung before she closes them for you forever.”

Patting his shoulder Yoongi leaves Taehyung alone in the kitchen, Taehyung watching him retreat back to his office. And for the first time he truly lets himself think about what Yoongi and you have said to him. So much conflict running through his mind and heart.

“Shit…”

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Requested champagne in hand, black strappy heels clicking on the dark marbled tiles. Black leather shirt draping off your shoulders, body-con dress fitting you just right. Tonight was a Friday night, one of your busiest nights thankfully this was your last room of the night, once this party was done you could go home and snuggle into your fluffy blankets and cozy pajamas. Playing the part, skin aglow, welcome smile plastered on your makeup perfected face. Your 3rd Friday since you last saw Taehyung, your smile hides the pain you still felt but it was a welcome distraction nonetheless.

You stall yourself in front of the VIP ROOM door. Deep breath. Shoulders back. Smile bright.

You give the door a knock before entering.

“Good evening Gentlemen, I have brought you the champagne you requ-”

Lungs on fire, contradicting your now frozen body, eyes trained on the back of a single figure staring out at the rest of the club. His broad shoulders and shaggy hair, backlit by the lights from the stage and dance floor. Why did he have to look so agonizingly beautiful in his snug black slacks and silk dress shirt. Damnit, that was the same shirt you bought him a couple of birthdays ago.

2 steps in the door, still you could run. You should run.

You can’t run.

“What are you doing here?!” Finding your voice, it comes out a little more gravely then you had hoped.

“I just want to talk” Sheepish warm brown eyes look at you, they take in your appearance. Your whole appearance.

Music booms behind you through the open door, you barely can hear him. Regardless it still makes you itch, anger festering deep within you.

“I told you we were done.” Thankfully your voice comes out firmer then you feel. Inside you can feel yourself slipping through your fingers already. Just by seeing him again.

“I know. I tried calling but you blocked my number and all of my social media.” He gives a nod, dead smile ghosting his lips momentarily.

“I meant what I said.” You walk farther into the room, resolution sound as you place the glass bottle of the expensive liquid down on the frosted glass table. Glancing at it briefly, his favourite kind, you should have known.

“Please just let me explain-” He takes a hesitant step toward you.

“You explained yourself enough. Tae,” You exhale deeply. “please. Just let it be done. I don’t want to do this with you anymore.”

“I can’t-” His deep voice barely audible over the sound, but you can hear it break. “I can’t let you go”

Your head shakes involuntarily, failing to stop the tears from collecting in your eyes you turn away arms crossed over you, protecting what you could of your heart. “This isn’t fair Taehyung.”

Footsteps approach you, you’re hyper aware of his presence close behind you. “I know, I am the worst of the worst and I promise I’ll leave you alone but please just listen to what I have to say first? Please”

You reach out for the door, creating distance between you. One last chance to leave.

“You have 2 minutes”

The door shuts, all the night life now muffled, softly placing yourself on the couch. Spine rigid, you wait eyes now on his overly anxious figure as he continues to stand. You can see the slight sweat on his temples now. Good, he's nervous. He should be.

“Thank you. Ok first I want to say I’m sorry for calling you.. that name… it was unjustified, and completely wrong of me to say that. You sleeping with 1 or 2, hell even 50 people doesn’t give me the right to demean you. And it was none of my business, regardless because yes. I am not your brother. I fooled myself into believing it. Pushing myself to only allow myself to see you as my sister when I asked you to think about what we were to each other. I was so afraid at the time you’d shut me down, and saying something about my adolescence factoring my love for you. Which was true. I was young and I so desperately wanted you to see me as a man but you said you’d let me know when I was older and I felt like I was being buried alive with guilt and rejection. Guilt for wanting my best friend's sister, guilt for possibly ruining the friendship the three of us had, guilt of possibly making you feel uncomfortable around me. So when that girl confessed to me I just said yes on a whim. Hoping I could maybe fall in love with her if I try really hard, as well as make myself fall out of love with you. I was so scared of what I asked of you and then of what I did. I pushed it down so well I truly believed I only loved you like a sister. But I could never stand idle when it came to you. Every event I wanted to be at to support you, every heartbreak I wanted to pummel those guys into the ground. I was so panicked every time Yoongi would tell me something about you and would always ask him ‘well what are we gonna do?’. I put myself on the front line, I tried to place myself between you and the world all while still believing I loved you like a sister. Like I should be doing, family. That’s what I always wanted from your brother and your parents. They felt like family to me, so you had to be too. But knowing now you are working in a place like this, where everyone can see you looking absolutely breathtaking, knowing that Jimin and Hoseok get to see you in a way that I never could. Something so vulnerable and intimate for their eyes only. That they were your friends. They get to have friendly banter, movie marathons, nights out, smart quips from your venomous tongue AND be with you like that. I’m sorry I talked badly about them, I know they mean so much to you. I had to understand, to pull myself away and think about it without my feelings getting in the way. Yoongi was right, I’ve been blind and stupid because of the fear I made up in my head. When I should have held you close I pushed you away and chained myself. But I’ve realized how I feel about you know, about us. And I know I’m years too late to give you an actual answer and I know I need to do better. I’m still immature and possessive and I don’t think things through all the way and I’m clearly terrible at communicating and I know I have to change and-“

“What do you feel now.” You cut him off. You maintain a neutral expression. He needed to say it before you made up your mind.

“You still want to know?” He chokes out, almost a whimper.

“I’ve always known about your terrible personality Tae. This isn’t new, I’ve been around you long enough to see your relationships fall apart, remember? You don’t have to change, just grow, like you’re doing right now. If you change who you are completely then you aren’t you anymore, then who am I supposed to be in love with?” He needs to say it. “So tell me. Right now, how do you feel about me?”

“I love you. Not as a sister but as someone I want to be with. I am so idiotically In love with you that I detest myself for putting you through this pain.” It all tumbles from his mouth. “But I’m still scared.”

“Why?” No more excuses.

“What if you find out I’m not worth your love?”

“Taehyung. If I thought that I would have stopped years ago. I’m in too deep.” You give him a slight smile, eyes sparkling with something new.

“I’m in too deep too.”

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jkslipppiercing · 3 months

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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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solozxo · 6 months

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Not so little // JJK

Summary- Jungkook struggles with his loyalty towards his best friend as his desire for you , his friends little sister , grows

Warnings - Smut , Dry humping , Sexual tension , Brothers bsf , fingering , little age gap ext (in their 20s btw)

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

A/N - This is my first time writing so pls bare w me and let me know how i do

Pt.2 - https://www.tumblr.com/solozxo/731745076449050624/not-so-little-jjk-pt2

Jeon Jungkook. The things that man does to you.

You met him around 3 years ago , just casually relaxing in your room nothing too fancy and your brother comes home being all obnoxious and loud as per usual…

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Flashback

“SCOREEEEE”

“dude that’s so not fair don’t be like that”

“no a wins a win”

What’s with the noise down there? you think to yourself, but brush it off as no big deal , after all your brother never has any real regard for your beauty sleep anyways.

You roll over and try to sleep again after the rude disturbance coming from downstairs.

“AHAAAAA NOW PAY ME I WON FAIR AND SQUAREEE”

That’s it. You get up and prepare yourself to rage at the constant noise - walking with haste downstairs with nothing but slippers , an oversized shirt that could be mistaken as your fathers , and a cute bunny headband covering your head revealing your bare face.

You storm in with your fists clenched ; expecting only your brother with his headset on like he usually does.

“JOSHUA , i’ve told you time and time again stop being a prick and shouting so loud as if you have noise cancellation installed in the walls! YOUR NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LIVES HERE”

You yell to the top of your lungs to prove your point about the ridiculous sound level.

“ummmm… Y/N” your brother says in an unusual tone which is strange because he’s usually very snappy with his comebacks.

“what! guessing you don’t like my volume either huh! WELL THERES MORE WHERE THA-“

You looked to your brothers right and there was a guy stood beside him staring right at you.

There’s a Guy in the house

There’s a Guy in the house. A Guy I don’t know. A kinda hot Guy . A kinda hot Guy who just heard me yell to the top of my lungs. A kinda hot Guy who’s looking at me right now . A KIND OF HOT GUY WHOS SEEING ME IN MY HORRIBLE SHIRT AND BARE FACE!

He stands up , he’s wearing a white tee with grey sweatpants holding a controller , he’s got a few piercings and beautiful tattoos all over his arm , he’s pretty tall too and your brother stands nexto him as they both eye you whilst you stand there stupidly - mouth slightly open.

“Y/N this is my friend Jungkook , Jungkook this is my ridiculous little sister Y/N” your brother says with a smug look on his face as realises how embarrassed you are right now.

Jungkook walks towards you in a smooth stride.

“So your the cute baby sister i keep hearing about” , he says , tilting his head whilst looking down on you making you feel very vulnerable yet very horny.

You straighten your posture taking pride in your current state refusing to cower away due to the obvious embarrassment coursing through your body right now.

“I’d rather not be referred to like that but yeah im his sister and your making way too much noise down here as you can tell i’m trying to sleep”

You say as you move your hands up and down your body signalling what you’re wearing to him which clearly indicates you were in bed.

Your brother scoffs and rolls his eyes whilst returning to the game and sitting down , turning his back to you and jungkook , who are still both currently stood in the middle of the living room face to face.

Shit. As you stand there you scan his face, His complexion is almost god like , his lips look so soft and pretty and his eyebrows so nicely carved , his eyes too , his eyes are so-

“Is there something on my face?” Jungkook says with a slight smile. Yeah me hopefully..

“Nope , now if you and my brother don’t mind i’m going back to my room so be quiet” you offer a tight smile spinning on the balls of your feet not looking back , running straight to your room and shutting the door behind you , instantly throwing yourself to your bed as you freak the fuck out.

Jungkook stands there and smirks to himself thinking about the encounter you both just had.

“hurry up and get back on the game” joshua huffs whilst his eyes are intensely focused on the TV.

Jungkook sits on the couch nexto him and grabs a controller.

“You never told me your sister was so pretty”

Joshua whipped his once concentrated head straight to jungkook so fast to the point he almost got whiplash.

“absolutely not , nope , no way , plus she’s like 4 years younger than you PLUS My sister , so if you ever thought about getting with her then no. Anyway it’s like me if i had long hair… gross dude” Joshua said as he shook his head returning back to the game.

“hmm sure” Jungkook replied bluntly .

“i’m serious , she’s like a baby who complains 24/7 and shes insanely bratty AND she’s just like….not mature atall , she’s not ready for that lovey dovey shit im telling you” Joshua scoffs in pure denial.

“if you say so”

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3 years later

You have gotten used to seeing Jungkook around in your house , as time went by you found yourself crushing on him and wanting to impress him but your brother always found his ways of making you seem like some unprepared child who needs stabilisers or something, CLEARLY ruining your shot at getting with this guy (which you desperately want to do)

You starting to get more and more agitated as you desire Jungkook more each day , it’s almost like he’s a forbidden fruit and sometimes you even wonder if he finds you attractive , infact your really really curious.

“Hey kook” You say whilst poking his deliciously broad back as he stands in your kitchen scanning your fridge.

“Hey Y/N what’s up” He says not removing his attention from the fridge.

“i wanna ask you something” You mention with a serious face , feeling a bit daring due to the lack of eye contact.

“Talk to me” he says whilst straightening his back slightly.

Welp here goes. “do you find me attractive?”

There’s a slight silence.

He turns around and closes the fridge , looking straight at you and starts evaluating your body from head to toe , you suddenly feel small.

Your wearing a dress which clings to your body nicely , your hair is done in a style that suits you perfectly and your bat your eyelashes at him slightly as you await his answer.

“Your stun-“

“Hey guys what we talking about” Your brother rudely interrupts opening the fridge once again.

“nothing” you huff and walk away.

Was he gonna say stunning? why is my brother such a cock block , if he found out i wasn’t a virgin he would probably have a stroke

Jungkook exhales at the missed opportunity to compliment you but shrugs it off and continues talking to Joshua.

“Hey guys let’s watch a movie or something , it’s kinda late so it would be the best time to fall asleep straight after” Joshua recommends whilst putting something on regardless of your answers.

The hunger games starts playing and everyone gets comfy , Joshua is sat on the far end of the couch leaving a bit of room between him and Jungkook , and you are sat nexto Jungkook on the opposite end only difference is that your closer.

You pull a blanket over yourself as you lean back into the chair and glance over to Jungkook whose body heat you can feel radiating off of him.

It’s dark so you can’t really make of his facial expressions but you notice he’s holding popcorn.

You reach for some popcorn accidentally making direct contact with his hand , his hand is soft and big , I wonder how it would feel wrapped around my throat-

You left your hand lingering on his , looking for some sort of indication that he’s attracted to you , but he moved it back into his lap and looked at you curiously before facing the tv again.

You feel disappointed but you still can’t be too certain that he isn’t attracted to you.

You feel a slight heat growing between your legs as you realise how close he is to you and how easy it would be for him to touch you , the thought of it makes you rub your thighs together hoping for some kind of relief.

Jungkook seems to notice this and he places a hand on your bare thigh right below the blanket placed over you.

The sudden contact makes you flinch but it only makes you even more horny and wet.

You bite your bottom lip and focus on the tv trying not to show too much excitement as his hand clutches to your thigh , and you wait for some sort of movement.

But after a minute or two you notice he isn’t moving his hand , and now the desire becomes pain as you crave his touch , something more.

You accidentally clamp your legs closed at your own thoughts , trapping his hand between your thighs.

Jungkook glanced over to Joshua who’s resting in the far end of the chair , focused on the movie.

then he puts his attention onto you who’s legs have just swallowed his hand , and he squeezes your inner thigh as if to signal you to open your legs.

You open your legs and rest back , expecting him to remove his hand and get back to the film.

Instead he slowly traces his hand up your thigh towards your underwear and your eyes widen and you look at him.

He’s still focused on the tv but his hand only moves futher up landing straight onto your clit.

You bite your lips as you suppress a little moan at the sudden contact , wanting nothing more than for him please you with his fingers.

He starts to move his fingers in a circular motion , softly pressing down on your clit , he feels how wet you are already and it only turns him on more feeling himself growing in his jeans.

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth and open your legs further, clenching your eyes closed in attempt to not make a single sound.

Jungkook leans towards your ear and whispers , “Keep quiet if you want me to make you feel good”

The air is thick as you want nothing more but to ride his fingers there and then , and maybe even more .

His fingers suddenly stop and the withdrawal makes you whine slightly , then he slides his hands in your panties feeling your bare pussy.

The feeling of his bare hands between your legs makes you thrust forward , wanting nothing but to ride his hand.

Jungkook raises his brow as he sees how desperate you are for him as you attempt to rut against his hand like a cat in heat.

“Baby your gonna need to keep still before your brother notices , hmm?” Jungkook whispers in your ear as you feel his breath fan against your face slightly.

His fingers circle your hole then he slowly pushes a single digit in.

You both slightly gasp at the tight grip you have on his finger.

“Your so tight , i wonder how you would feel wrapped around me” he says as he leans into you again , only this time he places a lingering kiss on your neck as he thrusts his finger into you and uses his thumb to rub on your needy clit.

Shit i want him so so bad

You slightly whimper as he quickens his pace , feeling that sensation of an orgasm , but you didn’t want it to be that easy… you wanted more.

You grab his hand , which catches him by suprise as he was sure he could feel you tightening around him getting closer to your release.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

“I want more” You nod your head towards your brother who’s fallen into deep slumber , who’s most definitely not waking up any time soon.

“Your his little sister i c-“

“His little sister yet your hand is on my pussy right now” you smirk , silencing him.

“Fuck it fine” He takes your hand into his and leads you to your room , which he hasn’t entered until now.

You shut the door behind yourselves and he stands still scanning your room.

“pretty cute room” He says whilst fiddling with items on your dresser.

“whatever , now please do something about this before i cry” You say softly rubbing between your legs.

Jungkook looks down at you and licks his lips whilst tracing your body with his hands and your nipples perk through your tshirt.

He sits at the edge of your bed and leans back , resting his elbows on the sheets.

“Come sit on me baby” He says whilst unbuckling his belt to loosen his jeans.

Don’t have to tell me twice

You straddle his thighs sitting directly on his clothed dick wrapping your arms around his neck , instantly grinding yourself against him getting any sort of friction you can get.

He leans his head back and grips onto your hips , thrusting upwards into you.

You both moan at the connection of your clothed bodies rubbing against eachother like horny teenagers.

“touch me kook , please” You whimper.

“as you wish” He says , running his hands up your body to play with your hardened nipples , leaning in pressing his lips against yours for the first time , melting into you with a passion that felt a bit more intimate than it was sexual , but you didn’t question it, you didn’t have the time to , not when all you wanted was to ride him and feel him inside you.

You both pull away from eachother and exchange breath whilst looking into eachothers eyes .

“Jungkook i don’t know how long my brother is going to be asleep , if you want me now is your chance”

You say looking directly into his eyes , looking for some type of answer , longing for something, anything that shows he wants you just as much as you want him.

He stares back

he’s silent for a minute

A minute too long.

“i want you , i do….i swear but….. your my best friends little sister” he breathes out , looking into your eyes hoping to find acceptance instead of hurt , but as he searched , he found only disappointment and humiliation.

Your arms which were wrapped around his neck dropped down into your lap and you look down.

i’m such an idiot, he was just horny and wanted to mess with me , he doesn’t want me , he will never want me. i’ll always be my brothers little sister , not womanly enough for him to make love to.

Jungkooks heart raced at the thought of hurting you , he didn’t mean to , his loyalty to your brother interfered with his desire for you. He held onto your hips and tilted his head trying to get a clear view of your face.

“okay Jungkook , sure i get it, it’s whatever” You shrug , offering the same tight smile you offered him on the first day you met him , only this time this smile held pain , heartbreak and shame.

You get off of him , feeling cold due to the loss of body heat you were once entangled in , and you walk to your door opening it holding your head low , signalling for him to leave.

Jungkook stands up and fixes his clothes , looking right at you to try and read your expression , but he silently takes his leave and returns to your sleeping brother who is still submerged in the couch.

“I guess i’m just not up to his standards , i can get over this , i can do it , i can”

You murmur to yourself as you curl into a ball on your bed , wishing for the night to be over with.

2 Months later

Jungkook still came over regularly, but you avoided contact with him as much as you could , wanting to avoid any possible interaction or embarrassment.

Jungkook felt like an absolute villian knowing he broke the trust with your brother yet he feels even worse knowing he couldn’t give you what you wanted , but he thinks it’s for the best.

Or so he thought………

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A/C : AHHHH how did i do?

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taestykookie · 2 months

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title: people pairing: brother's best friend! yoongi x reader genre: smut | angst | fluff | brother's best friend! yoongi rating: explicit ; m ; you name it...MDNI!!! warnings: will be stated at the beginning of each chapter! summary: "yoongi, answer me this. are people the ones who change, or is it just you?"

#bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #suga #suga x reader #yoongi x you #fic: people #brother's best friend #instead of writing...i'm just playing around with ps smh...hahaha #i preferred this over the other one since it's closer to the story's vibes :3

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theharrowing · 7 months

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Devil with the Mint Hair 🍃 3: Pretty good

His pull out game is strong but your hatred for him is stronger.

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🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: 7.7k

🍃 enemies to fuck buddies, brother’s best friend, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: alcohol consumption (mc is tipsy); talk of hiring sex workers; mention of masturbation with sex toys; mention of Yoongi fucking Jimin; use of "baby girl" & "submissive little fuck doll"; mc is a brat; dirty talk and filthy smut (safe word establishment; mc does not get undressed; hair gripping - no description of hair style or length; being handled roughly - pushed around, gripped by head and throat; face slapping; rough, messy blow job & face fucking; a lot of drool; spitting; rough sex; pussy slapping; cunnilingus, fingering, & ass eating; multiple orgasms; overstimulation); they do not kiss once; post-nut regret; possibly catching a feeling??? (lol, as if.)

🍃 note: this scene takes place in America and there is a brief interaction with a bartender but i didn't specify what language anyone is speaking or where these characters live because it seems very unimportant for a fic like this lol. i know nobody is here for the scraps of plot.

🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🍃 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

The summer sun is hot and oppressive, and you sit under the awning of a poolside bar, hair dripping from taking a swim, with a towel around your hips, waiting impatiently for the bartender to return with a blended margarita – desperate for the inevitable brain freeze, if it means you get to cool down.

Why your brother chose to celebrate his September birthday in Las Vegas, of all places, is beyond you, and you try your hardest not to melt against the high bar chair and its tiny little wooden seat back. You only agreed to come because he is your brother, and you would never miss his birthday for the world.

And you assumed that he and the guys would be so busy gambling and going to strip clubs – and whatever else men in their twenties do – that you would not get stuck running into a certain someone too much, despite foolishly agreeing to meet up, should the possibility arise. And you were right, for the most part.

Night one consisted of dinner and drinks, and then the guys went off to various casinos on the strip to test their luck. You meandered through your hotel's casino, cradling a drink while taking in all the sights and sounds, ultimately becoming both underwhelmed and overwhelmed, and retiring to your room to sink into the jacuzzi tub.

The following day, the guys slept in late while you went to breakfast, and then you joined them for some day drinking and a walk along the strip. And although your sworn enemy did make an appearance each time, with your brother around, he barely acknowledged your presence – something that you have found to be both a relief and somewhat infuriating.

He has also been preoccupied with a pretty boy with bright orange hair named Jimin, and you find yourself wondering, whenever you see him, whether he is the hookup your enemy mentioned to you over text.

Not that you want that devil to acknowledge you, nor do you want to care about who he fucks – after the stunt he pulled the last time you saw him, you find it impossible to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds. But it still feels strange to be ignored by someone who made you cum so hard – a thought that makes you cringe.

You surmise that the guys had a long night at the strip club because it is almost noon, and you have not heard from your brother. Today has been set aside as a sleep-in-and-recharge day, anyway, so you have no plans until dinner, which is how you came to be at the large outdoor pool, perched at the bar without the expectation of running into anyone. Perhaps you should have rethought your plan and gone to someone else's expansive outdoor pool, but now is not the time for weighing the could-have-beens.

Once the bright blue drink in a tall, curvy glass is set before you, you sit high in your seat, smiling as you take hold of the chilled glass and wrap your lips around the neon pink straw, sucking in the ice-cold concoction that sends a shiver down your spine with a flavor that you can only describe as boozy blue.

"God, that's good," you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes back with joy and lolling your head as a frigid rush works its way through your body, aided by your damp bathing suit.

"Damn," a familiar voice rasps from behind, making you jump, "what do they put in those things?"

You don't need to turn to see that Yoongi has sat to your right, but you do, quickly taking in his naked torso and black swim shorts before turning your attention back to your drink, putting the straw between your lips and noting that he is dressed to swim but still dry.

As much as you try to ignore his presence, you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, and you do your best to ignore the way your skin has broken into goosebumps and your face warms. You do not like him, and you hate how your body responds to his presence.

Yoongi drawls a petulant, "Wow, not even gonna say hi to me, huh?"

You roll your eyes, take a deep, chilling sip of blue, and turn your attention toward him, doing your best to appear wholly inconvenienced. Then, with wide, incredulous eyes and a fake smile, you say, "Hi, Yoongi," as sarcastically as possible.

Yoongi snickers, then opens his mouth to retaliate, but the bartender returns and asks if he would like something, forcing his attention away as he points to your drink and says, "I'll have whatever that is."

The bartender cheerily says, "Blue raspberry margarita, coming right up!" and walks off.

Yoongi turns his attention back to you to mutter, "Sounds mildly horrifying; I can't wait," with a grin.

Feeling annoyed and disinterested in whatever this man is playing at, you blurt, "Why are you here, Yoongi?"

"My best friend's birthday," Yoongi responds, running a hand through his short, mint-green hair, and sounding bored. "Why else?"

You sigh and roll your eyes, then focus on stabbing the pink straw into your blue drink. "I mean here, sitting next to me. There are other bars out here, and hundreds more along the strip. Shouldn’t you be preoccupied by that orange-haired guy who clings to you, instead?”

When Yoongi asks, "Why wouldn't I want to be here, sitting next to you?” his voice is much lower and much closer than you expect, and you flinch, turning your sights back to him.

Yoongi leans on the bar top, elbow only inches away, and his gaze is piercing. Only a small floral bikini top covers your upper half, and your leg sticks out from the slit in your towel enough that when Yoongi's gaze roves slowly and hungrily over your body, you feel exposed. Anxiety crashes through you, but so does arousal, and you clear your throat and take another frozen sip.

“And anyway,” Yoongi continues the moment you turn away, “Jimin is still asleep, and likely will be for several more hours.”

The bartender returns and sets Yoongi's drink before him, and you watch from the corner of your eye as his nimble, long fingers delicately cradle the glass and slide it toward himself. He sits forward, takes a sip, and then grumbles out something unintelligible under the sound of your pounding heart.

"Hmm?" you ask, turning your attention to him.

"Not as orgasmic as you made it seem, but not too bad."

With another roll of your eyes, you mutter, "You are so annoying."

Truth be told, sitting out here with Yoongi is not as bad as you would have thought. Perhaps it is because he is holding back from leaning too far into your personal space and wearing you down – likely because the two of you are surrounded by others, and there is a slight chance that your brother or one of the other guys could come find the two of you. Or, perhaps the dry Vegas heat is making you too worn out both physically and emotionally to care.

Yoongi hums, and you turn your attention toward him without fully looking at him, continuing to suck at your melting drink. One thing you will give Vegas credit for is even these shitty slushies are potent enough that you are already feeling a little tipsy.

"You seem calm today," Yoongi muses. "Did you also bring back an escort last night? Get the stress fucked out of you?"

Everything Yoongi says hits you like several small trucks, and you open and close your mouth, attempting to begin several sentences but feeling at a loss for which detail to hone in on. Finally, you settle on the most obvious bit and ask, "Escort? What?"

Yoongi laughs, and it sounds almost mocking and sardonic, so you look at him, finding him chewing on his bright yellow straw with a lopsided smile. "Why do you think the guys are so worn out? I've been keeping them busy."

"You've…what?"

Another laugh, but this one comes from the guts, deep and amused. "What? We're in Vegas, baby girl! Gotta make sure to give the guys the full experience."

"You're lying," you mutter, straw wedged between your teeth, doing your best not to respond to the sound of him calling you baby girl out loud.

Has Yoongi really been hiring sex workers to stay with the guys? All the while you've been using a vibrator and feeling too small in your gigantic suite. You have nothing against the notion of sex work, but knowing that your brother…a violent shudder runs through you as you attempt to shut out the thought.

"Ha, come on, do you really think I would lie about something like this? We found a fun little club not too far from here, and the guys took a liking to some of the dancers. Once we found out the girls can be rented for the night, that was that."

"Wow," is all you can mutter, because what else do you add? Must be nice? Thanks for the invite? Nothing feels appropriate. And anyway, what if Yoongi is lying?

"And what's the name of your favorite girl?" you ask, attempting to play it cool, taking another deep sip of blue before turning your eyes to Yoongi, whose gaze is firm.

The way he regards you is unyielding, and you squirm in your seat, finding it hard to hold eye contact. Somehow this is the most civil conversation you have ever had with Yoongi in person, and you find yourself nearly charmed by his presence. That is, until you recall how he showed up at your door knowing full well that your brother was not home so he could smoke you out and pressure you into rough sex on your bedroom floor, of all fucking places.

And you almost break the spell and let your anger rise, feeling the sudden urge to chug back your drink and get the fuck away from this demon. But you cannot deny the way he made you feel, and you would be lying if you said you would not want to feel it again, especially after agreeing to hook up if the opportunity presented itself. It seems as if it has, in fact, done just that.

Although you are at war with your thoughts and not fully set on running off, you do slurp more than half of the remnants of your drink, which goes down easy now that it has more or less melted into a boozy syrup.

"Well?" you challenge, curious what kinds of escorts Yoongi has been bringing back to his room. You wonder if they like it just as rough as you do.

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth, then chuckles. "Nah, I haven't been partaking. Only supplying."

At this, you roll your eyes, once more. Why is Yoongi suddenly acting like a prude? "Sure, okay," you say incredulously.

"I'm serious!" Yoongi insists, making you laugh more.

"There's nothing wrong with hiring sex workers, Yoongi," you say with raised eyebrows, almost defensively.

"I fucking know that," he bites back, "I'm the one hiring them!"

"Okay, then—"

"Why would I need to hire someone? You're right down the hall."

Now you know he is fucking with you, and you hate to admit it, but it makes you annoyed – a little upset, even. If Yoongi has been preoccupying the guys, why hasn’t he shown up at your door? He must be messing with you.

"Shut the fuck up," you grit with your straw between your teeth before sucking the rest of your drink back. The straw gurgles loudly against the bottom of the glass as you angrily seek every last drop of tequila and blue.

"I'm serious," Yoongi responds, close.

When you regard him, he looks serious, but you are certain that he must be toying with you, and you begin to slide from the tall chair to the ground, stretching your toes to meet the rough gunite while your shifting weight makes the chair scrape loudly backward.

There is laughter in Yoongi's voice when he asks, "Wait, where are you going?"

You sigh and stare at Yoongi's half-empty drink rather than at himself, contemplating how much you even want to reveal. You do not have feelings for him, for one thing, but you are also not sure whether he has just been messing with you and lying about wanting to hook up again. It almost feels like you are the butt of some joke.

"I'm not going to sit here and be made fun of," you say, pointedly not meeting his gaze before you turn to walk back into the hotel.

"Wait," Yoongi says, and before you have a chance to register the word, his hand is on your arm, tugging you back. "There has definitely been a misunderstanding."

You are surprised to find that Yoongi is standing, and now that you are on your feet, the alcohol hits you at once, spinning you somewhat off your axis as you twist out of Yoongi's hold and frown at his eager expression. You stumble slightly back on flip-flopped feet and straighten out, giving him your best glare.

"Look, I'm not interested in your games, okay? I know you enjoy being an asshole for fun, so cut the shit, Yoongi."

Yoongi actually looks a bit upset before he schools his features and scoffs, taking a step back and reaching for his drink. He shrugs, then mutters, "Fine, be a fucking brat."

The whiplash is astounding, and you stand your ground while trying to figure out just what the fuck is going on. Yoongi sucks his cheeks in to finish the last of his tequila syrup, then he walks past you with an air of nonchalance that makes you turn on your toes and follow him in a huff. You were going to have the last word; who does he think he is?

As the two of you approach the open door of the hotel, Yoongi turns to glance over his shoulder and scoffs. "What? Tagging along so you can bitch at me in the elevator?"

"Oh, fuck off," you respond louder than necessary now that the two of you are in the crowded carpeted hallway and the raucous sounds of the pool are quieted behind concrete and glass. "I'm going back to my room."

"Sure you don't want to come back to mine?" Yoongi asks over his shoulder as you round a corner into a nearly empty hallway, walking deeper into the hotel.

"What?" you all but shout.

"Oh, come on," he laughs, turning to walk backward just long enough to say, "I saw how jealous you got over the prospect of me fucking someone else, despite knowing full well that I do fuck someone else, regularly. Regardless, the guys are all asleep, which means an opportunity has presented itself."

"I was not—" you begin as his gaze rakes down your body, and he turns back around.

"Admit it," Yoongi drawls, taking a corner to the left into a small elevator lobby with eight gold doors. He presses a call button, then turns to fully face you. "You can't get me out of your head, can you? I've been watching you sneak glances all weekend, baby girl; you're a terrible actor."

How can one man be so exasperating? As you wait for one of the elevators to get close, you stare up at the lights above the nearest one, hoping that by some chance two of them open so that you are not stuck in a compact square carriage with him.

But as one of the elevators behind you dings, and not a single person joins you inside, you realize all too soon that you are trapped with him, and only him. Yoongi steps in first and holds his hand in front of the door to keep it from closing, and you slide into the small space and step into the furthest corner from him, staring at the gold doors as they close, then watching in the peripheral as Yoongi hits the number 32 – the floor you both stay on.

"So?" Yoongi drawls, causing your entire body to break out in goosebumps – though you reason it is likely from your bathing suit still being damp and has nothing to do with that demon's deep, inviting voice.

"So, what?" you bite back, staring up at the little screen above the button panel that flashes with which floor it passes.

"You gonna come to my room and let us both have what we want, or what? Nice and rough, just like you asked for.”

With a scoff, you cross your arms over your chest, attempting to find warmth and to cover how hard your nipples are under your bathing suit top. Yoongi steps closer, and in this enclosed space, you can smell hints of musk and cologne, and maybe something sweet, like a lingering trace of shampoo or a body wash.

"Or maybe we should go to yours," he suggests, deep and quiet. "Your room is further from the others…don't need any of them hearing you screaming my name while I tame the brat out of you."

"You are insufferable," you grit under your breath, though your words do not sound as firm as you would like.

Yoongi hums and steps impossibly closer, then says, "I know you can't stop thinking about me, baby girl. Just give in."

As soon as the elevator dings and the gold doors slide open, he side steps far away from you, giving you space to exit and begin the hurried trek toward your room. From the elevator lobby, yours is to the left and down a little, whereas the group of rooms the guys are staying in are just off to the right. If you did let Yoongi fuck you – which you are not – doing so in your room would be the wiser of the two choices.

You round the corner to the left and walk quickly down to your door. To your chagrin, Yoongi's flip flops smack behind you, and you sigh and let your head droop back, feeling too tipsy and maybe a little too horny to be allowing him to come to your room. You reach your door and fish your key from where it's wedged between your towel and hip, then turn and scowl, looking over Yoongi's shoulder to make sure nobody else is in the hallway to see the two of you together.

"Go back to your room, Yoongi," you say. Your heart pounds the closer he gets, and you do your best to keep your eyes on his face, but he is shirtless, and he looks really good with his lean but defined muscles on display.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks, stopping a foot away and leaning into the wall.

"Yes!" you whisper-yell, insistent. You glance over his shoulder once more, then say, "The last thing I want is to get caught with you."

Yoongi's face brightens, and you know in an instant that you have fucked up. "Oh, so you do want me to fuck your brains out, but you're worried about getting caught?"

"That's not—"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow and does not wait for you to finish your sentence, drawling, "I think it is. You already said as much over text."

Although your hand is lifted halfway to the key scanner, it is too far for it to detect the key and allow you entrance. You raise your eyebrows and use the hand holding the key to wave him off, muttering, "Shoo! Get the fuck out of here. I don't want to be seen with you."

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, grabs your hand, and forces you to hold the key against the scanner, then reaches with his other hand to open the door and shove the two of you inside. Everything happens in a flash, and you barely have a chance to get your bearings, muttering, "Yoongi, what the f—" as you are ushered into the entrance of your hotel room, and Yoongi is closing the door behind the two of you.

"Nobody can see us in here," Yoongi says as he steps out of his sandals and walks into your room, adding, "problem solved," over his shoulder.

Your hotel room is fairly tidy, with only a few small sprawling piles of clothing and beauty products here and there. But you definitely left a dildo and vibrator lying tangled in the sheets of the bed from toying yourself last night, and you kick out of your sandals and scurry over to the bed, hoping to get to them before Yoongi sees them, finding him holding the small purple bullet vibrator between his fingers.

"Naughty girl," Yoongi teases when you come into view, and you can hear him clicking on the power button multiple times to make the buzzing louder and stronger.

"Put that down," you insist, closing the space between the two of you and reaching for it.

"Let me use this on you," Yoongi mutters, dropping his arm down and brushing the vibrating toy over your thigh, right in between the slit of the towel.

"Yoongi!" you yelp, hopping backward and reaching for his arm, but Yoongi just grins and holds the toy behind his back, flexing his arm as you attempt to yank on it.

"Please," Yoongi asks softly, flashing a lopsided smile, and you shove at his chest and walk away, determined to put space between the two of you.

Given how fast Yoongi can make you cum, the prospect of him fucking you while using your toy does excite you, but it also worries you. This man would turn you into a pile of mush in no time. Luckily, he turns the toy off and tosses it back onto your bed, toward the pillows.

“We need to establish boundaries,” you say, walking over to a long mirror near the front entrance of the room to check your reflection. Although you appear tired from a combination of tipsiness, heat, and genuine exhaustion, you look good enough to let this demon perceive you.

When you turn back to Yoongi, he is sitting on the corner of your bed, arms relaxed at his sides, waiting for you to continue.

“Things like hitting, spitting, and hair-pulling are fine, but I get to tell you to stop if it becomes too much.”

“We’ll establish a safe word,” Yoongi says.

A thrill rushes over you as you consider what your safe word could be, and you formulate an idea, unable to hold back from grinning. Yoongi must take notice, because he sits higher, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“The guy with the orange hair,” you say, approaching Yoongi, whose eyes widen as you speak, “is he your regular hookup?”

Yoongi smiles sharply, then nods his head slightly as he says, “He is.”

“And he knows you plan to fuck me? Or are you doing it behind his back?”

Yoongi’s smile turns wide and playful. “He knows.”

“Hmm,” you respond, stepping close enough that he could reach out and touch you. “My safe word is Jimin.”

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, then sits back, placing his palms against the white comforter on the bed. “Really?”

You chuckle as you nod and say, “Yup.”

“You’re going to scream Jimin’s name if you want me to slow down or stop?”

“Correct.”

Yoongi laughs, clearly amused, then he nods and says, “Alright. Works for me. Any other boundaries? Things you’re not into?”

Truthfully, at this moment, there is nothing you can think of. So you shrug and say, “Nothing as of now…but I’ll tell you if that changes.”

“You’ll moan my hookup’s name if you change your mind,” Yoongi mutters with a smirk.

“Yup.”

Yoongi rolls his shoulders and then sits up straight before slowly beginning to stand. You take a step back, feeling nervousness sink in over the fact that this is really happening, especially with the way Yoongi stands tall with his shoulders square and his expression flat.

“Repeat your safe word for me,” Yoongi commands.

“Jimin,” you respond, much softer than intended.

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth rises for a split second, then he squints as if he is disgusted by what he sees. Instinctively, you take another step back.

Yoongi is quick as a serpent, hand snapping up to grip onto your jaw and make you gasp – startling you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a sharp snarl.

Although you move your lips, all you are able to mutter is vowels, unsure what to say.

“You’re mine, baby girl. You don’t so much as move unless I command it.”

Although you are aware that your safe word negates his statement, your heart thrums heavily behind your ribs at the idea of being at Yoongi’s mercy. You told him you wanted it rough – wanted it to hurt – and now that you stand before him, trepidation sinks deep.

Yoongi continues to grip firmly to your chin while his free hand rips the towel from around your hips and chucks it to the side, making you gasp and flinch. The bikini you wear is small and still a bit damp, and you shiver as the air hits your bare thighs and tummy. Your breaths are heavy, causing a quick rise and fall of your chest, and you already feel a bit dazed from being handled his way.

“Look at you,” Yoongi growls with a sharp, hungry gaze, lips upturned. “You can talk all the shit you want about how much you hate me, but I can see the way you want me, baby girl."

His grasp on your jaw is firm, and when he begins to pull his arm back, toward the bed, you step with him, moving slowly as his body rotates. Yoongi smirks razor-sharp, eyes burning with excitement, and you hate how absolutely right he is. You want him real bad.

"Wanna choke on my cock while sitting on the bed, or down on your knees?" Yoongi asks, leaning nice and close, wafting warm, sugar-sweet breath into your face.

"On the bed," you mutter, voice hoarse and weak.

Yoongi grips your jaw ever so slightly, then pushes you down into the bed, causing you to gasp and scramble as you keep from sliding off the edge, hands gripping onto the white comforter.

"Not eager to get back onto the floor with me?" he chides, but all you can do is stare upward as he looms over you, fingers working the velcro fly of his black swim shorts.

Yoongi wastes no time pushing his shorts to the floor, revealing a half-hard and inviting cock. Last time, you hardly got a good look at him, but this time, it is all you see as Yoongi grips onto the back of your hair and yanks you forward, practically shoving himself against your lips.

"Don't be shy, baby girl," Yoongi groans, using his other hand to gently squeeze your throat. You look up at Yoongi without tilting your head, greeted by a dark stare that gives you chills as he adds, "Let's see what that pretty, bratty fucking mouth of yours can do."

With a deep, fortifying breath, you sit high on the bed, hands still gripping the comforter, and you run your tongue over the shaft, just below his cockhead. His skin is smooth with a faint soapy smell, and you let your eyes flutter as your lips close over the head, wetting the skin.

"We don't have all fucking day," Yoongi practically growls as he presses your head close to his pelvis.

With a snarl, you glance up through your lashes, saying, "We quite literally do have all day," lips still pressed against him. In a show of brattiness, you add, "So do you want it, or are you going to keep being an asshole?"

Yoongi releases the hand on your hair and slaps you against the cheek. It is not hard enough to sting, but it is enough to make you gasp, eyes wide as you let the slight tingle settle over your skin. Although you would ordinarily be ready to fight a man for slapping you, in this setting, it excites you – makes you want to act like even more of a pain in his ass.

"Too far?" Yoongi asks, expression still hard but with a hint of softness hiding around the edges.

If this were anyone else, you would bat your lashes and tell him you liked it – that it felt exciting enough to set a spark in you that is threatening to light a proper fire. But this is Yoongi, so you scoff and say, "I didn't call my safe word, did I?"

Yoongi chuckles in response with the edge of his mouth tugging into a sharp sneer. Then he slaps you again, this time hard enough to sting, and he grips your throat and tugs you against him, forcing your forehead to crash against his tummy while the head of his cock presses into your lips and teeth.

"Suck my fucking dick or I'm leaving," he commands.

With a roll of your eyes, you grumble, "So moody."

You can hear the beginning of a response, but you open wide and swallow Yoongi as far as you can take him, letting the tip lightly touch your throat. Yoongi groans, tightening his grip on your neck before relaxing it while the other firmly grabs the back of your head.

Without warning, Yoongi bucks his hips, thrusting deep. You gag, but not badly enough to have to pull off, swallowing the feeling while he pulls back and thrusts forward again. And again, pulling out, slamming deep, and pulling out, clearly not setting a rhythm so much as testing your limits.

You lift your hands and settle them on his hips, surprised by how soft his skin feels beneath your fingertips, and when he pulls back again, you take in a deep enough breath through your nose. Although Yoongi is forceful, his grip on you is loose – a small mercy considering you are already drooling and beginning to cry.

"Damn, baby girl, your throat feels amazing," Yoongi rasps, voice coming out surprisingly desperate.

As he sets a pace, you settle into the pattern of breathing in time with his thrusts, and Yoongi continues to hold onto your head and neck while he fucks your face. Although you have given a sloppy blow job or two in the past, this is the first time you have allowed someone to be in control.

Tears catch in your eyelashes and fall, and you glance up, watching as Yoongi grits his teeth and knits his brow, clearly holding himself back from losing some semblance of control – whether it is the urge to fuck harder or to cum already, you can only presume.

When his eyes meet yours, he moans, allowing his eyelids to flutter, causing your strong foundation of hating his fucking guts to crumble just a little. Yoongi looks sexy while falling apart, sweat glistening on his shoulders and chest, which rise and fall with each breath he takes.

"You have no idea how fucking good this feels," Yoongi mutters, hissing as his cock presses in nice and deep, causing thick drool to build.

The sounds that come from you are wet and pornographic, forced from your throat. You attempt to hum in response to his praise, but the sound is garbled and lost. Not that he needs to hear your sweet utterances, anyway; what would that do for his ego?

When Yoongi pulls all the way out, it surprises you. You lurch slightly, your mouth following the movement while your lungs attempt to adjust to a full intake of air. Yoongi moves his hand from the back of your head and slaps you across the cheek, making you whimper.

Drool coats your lips and chin, tears streak down your cheeks, and the way Yoongi looks down at you is practically reverent. You wonder what he could possibly be thinking – Min Yoongi does not look at you like that.

Thankfully, in a blink, the expression is gone, replaced by something much sharper. Yoongi reaches down and yanks at your swim top, forcing your breasts to spill in a jerking motion. Too stunned to respond, you sit while Yoongi roughly palms at your chest, calloused hands against soft, sensitive skin.

Yoongi squeezes and slaps your breasts, giving your nipples a pinch with one alternating hand while he continues holding you firmly by the throat. You do your best not to react too loudly, huffing and sighing without moaning; you want Yoongi to really work to get a reaction out of you. With how cocky he is, you expect he will have no trouble doing so.

Without warning, Yoongi shoves you onto your back, fully releasing you, and sending you crashing against the comforter. You scramble, legs spreading as you lift one in an attempt to get into any position that might be useful, but Yoongi bends and grabs your ass, yanking it off the edge of the bed and pressing in a way that lifts your hips slightly, causing your legs to flail and spread. He yanks your swimsuit bottom to the side, bends just enough to spit on you, and then he rubs the tip of his dick against the spit, over your clit and labia before he spears you nice and deep.

The stretch makes you cry out and squeeze your eyes tight, gripping the comforter and attempting to find a position to hold your legs. Yoongi presses and slightly twists you so that one leg is bent and somewhat hanging downward and the other is lifted high in the air, and he sets a brutal pace, fucking you hard and deep before you can wrap your head around anything.

"Holy fuck!" you scream, pleasure-pain so intense, you struggle to breathe.

"So tight," Yoongi moans, pressing his weight into you even more, making your leg muscles burn and ache.

All you can do is lay and take what Yoongi gives you, doing your best to relax your muscles while he fucks you harder and better than anyone has before. You said you wanted it rough, and you are not disappointed. With each deep thrust, you chase your high quickly.

Yoongi reaches with one hand and roughly rubs over your clit, giving your pussy gentle slaps that send you hurtling over the edge. Your moans turn into sobs, back bowing from the bed as you build and build and then crash.

"That's it, baby girl," Yoongi grits, fingers working your clit in more practiced movements. "Show me how fast I can make you cum."

"Sh-sh-shut up," you grumble, head digging back into the comforter. Orgasm washes over you, threatening to drown you in its undertow, and you sob and moan, hands tensing and releasing as your legs tremble at their awkward angles.

Yoongi pulls all the way out before you finish, shoving your legs down and forcing you to roll over. You move in a haphazard tangle of limbs, your body both shimmering from its high and feeling unfulfilled.

As you get onto your stomach, you drag-crawl up the bed just enough to prevent your knees from hanging uncomfortably, glad when the bed dips and Yoongi follows you. Both hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling the material of your bathing suit and causing the fabric to dig into your skin.

Yoongi slides back in and presses his hands firmly on your ass and lower back, pinning you down while his thrusts make the mattress bounce. You feel dizzy as Yoongi fucks you deep, and when he moves his hands to anchor beside your hips, you bounce even harder.

One hand presses down on the side of your head and pushes your face into the mattress, and although it does not hurt, the pressure is enough to make you feel almost floaty and perfectly used. You are so close to cuming again, and when Yoongi leans low, warm breath ghosting over your face, you close your eyes.

"This rough enough for you?" he asks, voice raspy and enticing.

You practically scream yes and divulge just how good he makes you feel – how you will likely never be fucked this good by anyone else. But you choose to hold onto the praise for another day.

"It's pretty good," you manage to mutter between unrelenting slaps of skin against skin.

Yoongi scoffs. "Pretty good," he grits, mostly to himself.

Then he spits on the side of your mouth, causing you to scowl. Yoongi removes the hand from your head and rubs his fingers over the saliva, smearing it over your lips and cheek while his hips continue their attack.

"You look so good, all messy," he says with a playful tone. "Nothing but a submissive little fuck doll for me to use as I please."

Yoongi sits up, grips you by the hips, and speeds his pace, causing every muscle in your body to fight between wanting to tense and relax. You chase your next high and breakneck speeds, babbling nonsense as Yoongi uses you just as promised.

You nearly cum just as Yoongi pulls out and releases his hold. With an impatient, frustrated groan, you bury your face into the blanket while Yoongi's weight shifts and reaches under you to grab your hips. Hot breath follows a warm wet tongue against your pussy, and you moan loud and eager, doing your best to pop your ass out and give him as much access to you as possible as a new rush of pleasure takes hold.

Yoongi buries his face into you and puts his whole jaw into devouring your cunt, lips and tongue working you over in broad, sloppy movements. Remnants of the high you were chasing before build quickly. And when his tongue moves to your asshole and he plunges two fingers into your pussy, thumb rubbing over your clit, the dam breaks.

Gripping the comforter, you squeal and moan, feeling wave after intense wave flow through you. Yoongi hums and groans as he tongue fucks your ass, fingers and thumb rubbing over your sweet spots. As soon as your high dissipates, you feel another racing to take its place.

This time, when he pulls away before you can cum, you feel relief. You do your best to relax and catch your breath, feeling your entire body tremble and sink into the mattress.

"Already going limp on me," Yoongi teases, pressing into your hips to make you roll around to your back again.

“Making me dizzy,” you complain as you flop over, legs spreading uselessly, plopping down to the mattress.

Your bathing suit top is even more askew, breasts hanging past the thin cups that have shifted, but you do not care. This is exactly how you wanted to be fucked – rushed, rough, and without any preamble or romance.

“You like it when I play with your ass,” Yoongi teases, lips pulled into an obnoxious smirk.

“Shut up,” you complain, rolling your heavy, tired eyes.

Yoongi spreads your thighs with both palms and spits with enough force onto your clit that it makes you flinch. One hand stays pressed into your thigh while the other pumps and lines up his cock.

How it still feels so incredible when he spears you open is a mystery; your body should be used to it by now, but instead, the stretch feels overwhelming, making you moan and arc off the comforter.

“Should let Jimin and I double penetrate you,” Yoongi grits between his teeth as he pulls back and slams forward.

“Oh my god!” you scream as Yoongi grips your hips and drives his cock into you so hard, your body trembles and jiggles with each perfect punch of his hips.

Although the prospect of actually meeting Jimin does interest you, and it does feel good when Yoongi plays with your ass, double penetration – specifically anal sex – is not something you are ready for. But you are unable to voice your trepidation at the moment, mouth only capable of sputtering nonsense between sobs and moans, which you are no longer capable of holding back.

Yoongi leans, deepening his thrusts, and he slots two fingers into your mouth, pressing on your tongue and forcing you to drool. His fingers taste like you, heady and ever so slightly tangy, and he grips onto your jaw nice and tight while each drag of his cock threatens to send you into a new dimension of existence.

Your eyes flutter, and you wonder if it is possible for your soul to slip from your body. You feel tingly and elevated into clouds – like nothing in the world exists but the two of you tangled in this sardonic dance.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Yoongi groans, and you practically thank the heavens.

At this rate, if Yoongi does not cum soon, you might risk actually wanting to see him more often. You might find yourself thinking about him while he is away, and, god forbid, wanting to invite him over to do this again.

"Can I cum inside you?" Yoongi asks, voice breaking around the edges.

You attempt to mutter, "Absolutely not," around his fingers, but the sounds come out jumbled and drool runs down your cheek.

Luckily, Yoongi seems to understand, and he slides his fingers from your mouth, then pulls all the way out and begins to stroke himself off with his drool-covered hand. Although you find it hard to keep your eyes open, you cannot help but stare.

Yoongi kneels over you, head tipped back with his throat bobbing as he chases the last of his high. He moans loud and unabashed, sounding and looking far better than you care to admit, with his mint-colored hair hanging over his forehead in sweaty little stalactites. He trembles as his cum sprays from his glistening cock, covering your thigh and hip, and as he squeezes his tip to get the last remaining drops out, he falls slightly forward, bracing himself with his free hand.

"God damn," Yoongi groans, head drooping low. "I knew you would feel good but that was insane."

The urge to tell Yoongi to shut up is strong, but you find you cannot get the words out. All you can do is stare as he catches his breath. You wonder how you have never noticed how broad his shoulders are before, eyes tracing the lines of muscle and bone. Briefly, you even wonder if you could have a crush on someone like him, before you heavy-blink and shake your head, forcing the thought away.

You hum in response to Yoongi's words, delayed because you are stuck in your head. Of course, you would be thinking thoughts about a man who makes you feel this good – but that is all they are, thoughts. Yoongi is an idiot, at the end of the day, who is best friends with your brother, and something like this cannot become a regular occurrence. Surely, once you have come down from your various highs, you will be right back to hating him.

"Alright," Yoongi groans, finally meeting your eye while he slides off the edge of the bed, into a standing position. "This was fun. Thanks for the pussy."

"Whatever," you grumble, finally attempting to move your bathing suit back into place before realizing you still have Yoongi's cum drying on your fucking hip.

"Next time, I want to bring Jimin. You'll love him, trust me."

With a sigh, you glance around the room, then remember there is a box of tissues sitting on the bathroom counter. "There is definitely not going to be a next time," you respond as you begin to attempt to roll into a position that does not make the cum trickle onto the bed.

"You always say that," Yoongi teases, pulling his shorts up, "but I know you'll be thinking about me after this. I saw the way you drifted, baby girl. You were having an out of body experience while I fucked you nice and hard."

"Alright, fuck off," you complain, sitting up and untying the still-damp bathing suit from your chest. Post-nut regret settles deep the more he eggs you on, and it is beginning to annoy the shit out of you. Why must he speak? All of this would be much more pleasant if he would just fuck you and go.

Yoongi turns and walks away without another word. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in, making an attempt at centering yourself. This was just another slip-up, and hardly a big deal; it is not as if you will be asking for a round three. He is simply too annoying and low-key inconsiderate.

You sit and wait for the door to open and close, planning a nice warm shower. The only plan the group has is to meet for dinner, and that isn't for another few hours. You are shocked when you feel something hit you on the arm, and your eyes fly open to find the cardboard cube of tissues resting by your hand, and Yoongi standing nearby with a smile.

"See ya later," he calls, waving his fingertips playfully while a sweet, almost pretty smile graces his lips.

"Yup," you respond, tearing your gaze away and looking down at the tissues. Only when you finally do hear Yoongi leave, do you begin to wipe yourself clean.

"Get your shit together," you mumble under your breath, disgusted by how much you actually did enjoy Yoongi's company, bothered by how your giant suite feels lonely the moment he is gone.

You need to get a grip before dinnertime. And you need to resist the urge to get to know Jimin. This can not and will not become a regular thing. There is absolutely no way it can. Nothing good can come from catching feelings for the devil with the mint hair.

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camilasstories · 2 months

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｢ ❝Clementines And Cigarettes❞ ｣ masterlist (soon)

description: (Y/N) is obsessed with clementines while Jungkook is obsessed with cigarettes. member: jungkook x reader genre/warnings: rockstar!au, band, brother's best friend, strangers to lovers, sibling rivalry, family problems, smoking, drinking, sexual content (18+)

🍊 chapter one - work in progress...

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bangtanficsforyou · 1 year

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They Reject You (Hyung Line)- Part One

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Warnings: small mentions of alcohol, there might be curse words here and there.

Genre: angst (but it's not that bad, i think?)

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Jin

"That's cute," Jin quips.

"Huh?" You say in a questioning tone. Not understanding what exactly he is commenting on.

"The guy preparing dishes for the girl, even though he sucks like really bad at it." He replies with an amused smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes drift back to the screen for a brief moment to see the said guy now mistaking sugar for salt.

"I mean, dude is trying, so yeah, it is cute," you agree with a nod and take another scoop out of your ice cream tub.

"If only he had my cooking skills." He boasts, leaning back slightly as his smirk turns cocky.

"You went from complimenting the lead guy to complimenting yourself, real quick." You quirk a brow at him, letting him know that you totally intend on calling him out.

"Does that surprise you?" He ask, quirking a brow of his own, in return.

A soft smile appears on your lips. "Considering that it's you, no, it really doesn't."

He nods at you to agree with your words. "Hey, but it's true though. I am a great cook and my girl would be really lucky to have me as her man."

Something about the phrase my girl rubs you off in the wrong way. Maybe it's because when he speaks it like that, your brain comes up with the image of someone faceless being all coupley with him. But that's the thing, you don't want that person to be faceless, you want it to be you.

"So you'll cook for your girlfriend?" You ask trying to keep your tone playful to hide the way your stomach is currently churning.

He looks at you as if you have asked the most ridiculous question and as if the answer to that question should be obvious. "Duh, that's like one of my top date ideas. To cook for the girl I love and wooing her with my skills."

You hum in response.

Does he ever think of you that way? Is the person faceless to him as well? Or does he have someone he likes already?

"Jin," you call out, not thinking straight and acting solely on the emotions that are coursing through your veins. Perhaps, you have had enough of bottling up these feelings and of not having a clue where you stand.

He responds with a hum before glancing away from the screen to look at you.

"I have feelings for you."

For a few moments there's only silence except for the noises from the TV and in those few moments you keep your eyes locked with his, simply because you're far too anxious to move even in the slightest. Plus, having your eyes on him allows you to notice every emotion that plays on his face.

But the longer the silence stretches, the more your heart sinks.

If you were to go by his reaction, or lack thereof, you know, that whatever words he's about to speak, will only break your heart.

Jin closes and opens his mouth a few times, searching for a reply. He just wants to say something, anything that will break this awkward silence.

"You can just be honest with me, you know?" You say, adding a light chuckle at the end, in hopes that it will make him feel comfortable enough to spit out whatever it is that he wants to say.

Thankfully, it seems to give him enough courage.

"I just, haven't ever thought about us like that and your confession caught me extremely off guard." Jin sighs. "But I'm glad you confessed, I can imagine how tiring it can get to keep your feelings to yourself. I just hope now you feel a little lighter and I really don't know what's the app–"

He is cut off by a something small hitting him right across the face. When he realises that it's a popcorn and that it's you, who has aimed it at him, he stops his rambling and looks at you with a confused frown.

"You don't have to ramble so much," you snort.

"I just don't know what to say," Jin for some reason looks disappointed with himself. "Just give me sometime?"

You shrug, pretending to be totally unbothered. "Don't worry about it. Take all the time you need."

With that you turn back towards the tv screen, and rewind the movie a little bit because you have no idea how the plot progressed in the last ten minutes. Jin takes the hint that this conversation is over, at least, for now and resumes watching the movie.

However, you can feel his eyes swiftly move to your face every now and then, just to make sure you're okay.

Any other time, you'd have appreciated it and cooed at how sweet and caring he is, but right now, you honestly hate it.

Because even though he didn't directly say it, you understood what he meant. He does not know how to turn you down.

You understood it the moment he said that that he has never thought about the two of you like 'that'. As someone who knows what falling in love feels like, you know, picturing yourself with the person you want, is something that happens automatically. It's just a part of the process.

But it never occurred to him that way because he never really found himself falling for you.

So for the next twenty minutes, you pretend to be slowly falling asleep to avoid any sort of interactions with the man sitting a few feet away.

Min Yoongi:

"You're late," that's the first thing Yoongi says when you take your seat. Rightly so, you think. Afterall, you're half an hour late and had it not been for your text you're pretty sure Yoongi would have left by now.

"I'm sorry, there was too much traffic," you lie hoping he buys it.

He nods but a part of you thinks he doesn't completely believe it, yet chooses not to question your words.

Instead he hands over the menu to you. "What would you like to order?"

"I will just have the usual, I guess," you reply not bothering to skim through the menu.

"Well then," he dings the bell, notifying the waiter that you both are ready to order.

Once the waiter has noted down both of your orders and is gone, you find yourself glancing around awkwardly to avoid his eyes.

"How was your Sunday?" His deep voice greets your ears and you mentally curse out loud.

"It was just another Sunday," you shrug, not bothering to keep up the conversation because honestly, you're scared as fuck to exceute your plan.

Okay, that sounded very spy like but it's not that serious.

Your plan is to confess to Yoongi.

Yoongi is the man you're engaged to.

The man you're engaged to because getting married to him, would be extremely beneficial to both of your father's companies. The man with whom you have gone on ten dates so far, because although, arranged, you two should get the oppurtunity to get to know each other before marriage. The man for whom you've found yourself falling, just after the third date.

When you put it like that, it does sound as intense as being a spy. Because even though the two of you have been on dates and are about to get married, Yoongi isn't someone who's emotions can be read very easily.

You don't even know if he enjoys your company or agrees to go on the dates with you just because he feels like he has to. He doesn't make you feel unwanted but that doesn't mean you feel particularly wanted either. It's somewhere in between. Which is confusing as fuck, to be honest.

But it's not like all that matters. You both are getting married eitherways, so the bare minimum you can do is to be honest about your feelings for him. That way, you'd let him know where you stand in this arrangement.

You have told yourself that just because you found yourself falling for him this quick doesn't mean he'll too. If his current feelings for you, turns out to be platonic, you'll be okay with it. But that doesn't mean that a part of you does not hope for him to reciprocate your feelings.

And it's because of your 'plan' to confess, that you were late by half an hour. You just kept pacing in your office and lost track of time.

But now that you're here sitting infront of him, and staring at him, you realise that there's no point in stalling.

"Actually, I realised something this Sunday," you say.

He quirks a brow that lets you know that you've got his attention. "What that realisation might be?"

You sigh, feeling your nerves take over. "That if we're going to get married, we should be honest with each other."

His curious expression turns into that of a confused frown. "What do you mean?"

You chew on your lower lip before taking a deep breath in hopes that it will provide you with the courage you need to just let the words out. "I like you."

Yoongi's face remains neutral but you don't miss the glimpse of surprise that flashes through his eyes. That surprise is enough to tell you that he wasn't expecting that.

He remains silent for a few moments and you let him be. Before he can speak, the waiter comes with the food which breaks the tense atmosphere.

Thanking him, you take your portion of chicken on your plate, when Yoongi starts speaking.

"Thanks for being honest with me," he says it softly and in a tone that lets you know that he means it. It also lets you know that there is a but coming. "But I guess I have been too stuck in my head to let myself relax and feel anything."

There we go.

You know you said that you'd be okay with him turning you down but now you don't feel okay at all.

It hurts.

But you guess, you should have seen it coming.

It doesn't help that from the very moment, you realised your feelings for Yoongi, your brain had been imagining you two being happily married and being in love with each other. Basically living with each other like any other couple who marry in normal circumstances.

Your hurt must have been visible on your face because as soon as Yoongi notices the effect his words have, he starts fumbling with his words.

"Look-What I mean to say–"

You chuckle, albeit a fake one, to put him at ease. "You don't have to explain yourself, it's okay."

Yoongi looks unsure but figures he doesn't know what else to say. Which is why he ends up asking, "are you sure?"

You nod and give him smile, hoping to reassure him.

As you look back at your plate, you find yourself wondering what this marriage is going to be like. It's not exactly loveless, but then that love isn't reciprocated. You find yourself panicking extremely, when you think of the both of you living together.

Fuck, what's worse is now he's aware of what you feel for him. You two would pretend to be happily married to the rest of the world and be awkward when away from the public eye.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.

Hoseok:

It's weird now that you have confessed to Hoseok, your dance teacher.

You know when the term "teacher" is used in a sentence like that, people usually frown. But you'd come to your defense and say, that there's nothing frown-worthy here.

You're twenty two and he's twenty six, both adults and belong to the age group where you both can make your own decisions. Plus, it isn't the usual teacher-student scenario here. Although, you and Hoseok started off with him being your teacher, gradually the two of you became friends.

Hence, it's fair to say he isn't just your teacher.

It's when you started to get to know him outside of the four walls of your classroom, that you started to fall for him. How could you not? He's a literal sunshine. A person who can light up anyone's mood and someone who's presence feels so warm and bright.

You've honestly, never met someone like him before.

You think he should have seen your confession coming but the surprised Pikachu face he made upon your decaration of love, told you that he clearly did not anticipate that.

The whole confessing thing went fine. You were scared, yes, but you did it. What isn't fine, however, is how he is yet to give you an answer.

But it was you who had asked him to take as much time as he needed and to not feel pressured. But after seven long days, you're getting antsy.

Which is why, once the class is over, you linger until everyone else is gone. Once you notice that there's no one else and just you and Hoseok, you head towards him.

You tap on his shoulders to make him aware of your presence.

He turns around and upon noticing that it's you, he gives you one of your sunshine smiles. "Hello."

"Hey," you return his smile and greet him back. "If you don't mind, can I talk to you about something?"

He nods without missing a beat and you honestly love how this isn't awkward at all. Although, by the look in his eyes, you think he has some idea what you want to say. "Did you think about what I said last week?"

Hoseok gives you a nod again, and this time his smile turns apologetic. "Yes I did and I'm so sorry for not reaching out to you any sooner."

You wave your hand in the hair dismissing his words. "Don't apologise, it's obvious that you'd need your time to gain some clarity."

"Thank you so much for being so understanding." He feels relieved to hear your words but sighs when he realises what he will have to do. "But I think I'd rather us be friends, I'm sorry."

Ouch.

You chuckle. "Again, there's nothing you have to apologise about. Thanks for letting me know."

With that you give a tiny little wave and head for the door.

"Wait, you're leaving?" He queries, not expecting you to just leave.

You smile at his question. "Although I'm like totally cool, I still need some time away to let it sink in that the guy I have been crushing on for months, just turned me down."

Hoseok feels bad when you put it like that but he knows you're right. "I get that, I'm sorry–"

"Stop apologising, will you?" You say in a light tone letting him know that there's nothing that he should be worried about and that you're definitely not upset about his rejection. When you notice that his expression has softened, you offer him one last smile before heading out.

When the warm air greets you outside, you feel a bit of melancholy. It's just your mind that wonders how beautiful it would have been had you got the opportunity to call Hoseok, yours. How lucky would you have been had you got to see the side of Hoseok that he reserves only for the special someone. How you could have easily fallen in love with him and would have cherished him.

But alas, you don't think that you'll get the chance to do any of the above.

You just hope whoever, gets to do those things with him, they cherish him and treat him right.

Namjoon:

"I have feelings for you," you slurr, the evidence of alcohol heavily present in both your breath and words.

Namjoon, the person your words are directed at, completely freezes. He blinks a few times for you to say something like sike! gotcha but when you don't, he lets out a nervous chuckle. "You're drunk, you probably don't even know what you're saying."

"Just say that you don't feel the same. Don't try to educate me about whether I'm drunk or not," you whine in complaint. "I anyway saw you making out with that girl a few minutes ago."

Namjoon's expression changes when he realises that although you're saying this in your drunken state, you very well know what you're talking about. Were you really confessing to him? Right now? At your brother's birthday party?

"Hey, c'mon we can talk about this later." He says trying to keep his voice gentle so that he doesn't sound as panicked as he feels.

"No, I need you to say it to me." You reply, voice as firm as it can be in your drunk state. "I need you to say that you don't feel the same. That would help me get over you."

At the end of it, you end up looking like a child throwing tantrum with a pout and a sad yet annoyed frown on your face.

Any other time Namjoon would have cooed at the sight but right now he's too concerned about not making a scene and gain unnecessary attention.

His eyes do a quick scan of his surrounding and when he makes sure that so far the two of you have managed to not draw attention, his eyes drift back towards you and he speaks in a hurried, hushed tone. "I don't think this is the right time to talk about this. Especially not in a room full of people."

"You're deflecting from the topic," you huff and cross your arms. "There's nothing too difficult about rejecting my confession. Just say so and we will be done."

"Can we do this later–"

"No we can't," you cut him off and stomp your feet in anger. "You don't know how much it hurts everytime you treat me as just your best friend's little sister. I know you'd never see me like that but seeing you make out with someone else was a whole different level of hurt."

Namjoon's features soften when he notices that now your features have turned that into of heartbreak.

"I understand what you're trying to say," he says his eyes now on the floor. "But still, I think that this is a conversation that should be saved for later."

You get closer to him, your eyes visibly fuming with how he refuses to take your words seriously.

"You tell me that you don't feel the same, right to my face or I'm not moving an inch from here." You grit the words through your teeth.

Namjoon sighs and you're standing so close to him, that you feel his breath hit your face. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," you reply without missing a beat with your eyes fixed on him, refusing to move an inch. It's your drunk mind's attempt at registering everything so that you don't forget it when you wake up tomorrow. You need to remember this so that you can put a stop to this one sided pining for once and for all.

"Well then, I don't feel the same." He whispers the words so slowly and so gently, that had it not been for your undivided attention, you'd have missed it.

But you don't.

The words have you flinching even though this is very much what you had asked for. You take a few steps back and nod at him, letting him know that you're satisfied with his answer.

You don't look up at him as you leave the hall and ultimately, the party. You think you hear a voice calling your name and you think it might just be Namjoon's but you don't turn around to confirm your suspicions.

Right now, your utmost priority is to reach your apartment and let things sink in.

#BTS x Reader #BTS ff #BTS reactions #But unrequited au #BTS angst #BTS scenarios #Jin angst #Jin fluff #Best friend Jin au #Yoongi angst #Yoongi fluff #Arranged marriage au #Hoseok fluff #Hoseok angst #Dance instructor au #Namjoon angst #Namjoon fluff #Brother's best friend au

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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*jumps in * helloo there!! i read you jk brother's bestfriend smut and it was sooo good !! can u pls write a tae version ?? it doesn't have to be similar, only thing is tae should be my bbf !! thank you so much!! 💝🎈

KTH || The BBF

header by: @jjkeverlast

a/n: I'm proud to announce that I'll be making this a series with all the members. Next will be Park Jimin.

Definition: Brother's Best Friend.

After you broke up with your ex, something that started as a joke between Taehyung and Jungkook has the potential to become a sexy reality.

tags: pure smut. (18+)

warnings: bigdick!taehyung, exhibitionism, blowjobs/throatfucking, innocent!reader, unprotected sex*(don't do this), the word k*ll, praise kink, sneaky linking, reader has to keep quiet because her brother's next door, brother!jungkook

@koobsessed @kooliv @carolynanderson @angelwonie @justjefinner

It started as a joke. One day during sophomore lunch, the idea conjured itself in Taehyung's head. He was bored and he wanted to get a reaction out of Jungkook, so he started an ongoing joke that he was going to fuck his sister.

Of course it was all for shits and giggles at first, but you got all hot about a year ago. Suddenly, he couldn't keep it in his pants.

Still, he kept up with the gag throughout the years because Jeon's reaction was always too priceless to let up.

"Is your sister still with that clown of a boyfriend of hers?" Taehyung abruptly asks during one of their video game sessions, on voice chat.

Your brother glances back at you. He's thankful for his noise-cancelling headphones, ensuring that you heard absolutely zero part of that.

You're just watching him play on the bed.

He rolls his eyes. When he's certain you're not listening, he mumbles,"No, they actually broke up this weekend."

A smirk spreads on Taehyung's face as he grips his remote control a little harder. "Is that right? You know what that means, Jeon? I'm going to fuck your sister."

Jungkook shakes his head, concentrating on his next killshot, only slightly pissed at Taehyung's comment. "Whatever man. That stopped being funny in eleventh grade."

"What did?" You speak up, interjecting the conversation.

"Nothing. Taehyung's being a dumbass."

"Oh, okay," you dismiss, quietly returning to casually copying down your organic chemistry notes. It's such a comfortable night today.

It's not terribly dry or humid out, but it is warm, so your clothing is somewhat scarce. It feels unnecessary to overdress in such weather.

You don't have the energy to overthink your older brother's banter.

In fact, you're getting kind of sleepy. You reach over the bed for a glass of ice water.

"Ugh, fuck!" Jungkook exclaims. You jolt, causing you to spill at least half the glass on your hand. This infuriates you.

"Hey, stupid! What the fuck?!" You scream.

Jungkook releases one ear of his headphones, unbothered. "Either get used to me being loud or leave," he says, not once looking away from the glowing screen of his television.

You let out an annoyed grunt and gather your study materials and head out the door. You didn't want to watch him play Overwatch for the millionth time anyway.

Jungkook clicks his tongue and smiles. He's successfully gotten rid of you. Now he can continue his game in peace.

"What the fuck? You made her leave?" Taehyung immediately complains.

"Uhh, yeah. Why do you care? She was distracting us from the mission either way," he justifies.

Taehyung disconnects from the voice chat and logs off for the night. Five minutes later, Jungkook receives a direct message explaining that he needed to "get some sleep."

Much to Taehyung's delight, he bought it.

His true intentions for the night had yet to unfold.

After an hour of just doing assignments, you're about to call it a night. It's too early to fall asleep, though, so you're about to turn on some music and catch up on your latest read. You're right in the middle of a juicy scene taking place in nineteenth century England.

Out of the blue, your phone starts vibrating wildly. You shuffle your hands over the sheets in search of it.

Finally, you find it and answer it without taking a second look to see who it was from. "Hello?"

"I heard you're done with that piece of shit," Taehyung answers.

"...Uhm, yeah. It was a mutual decision, actually. Tae, why are you calling me this late?" You pivot.

He doesn't sweat it. "I know the way you look at me whenever we go out. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Taehyung leans back in his car seat, bringing his hips forward. He has always been assertive, so this attitude comes as no surprise to you. Something you don't know is that he's pulled up to the driveway.

"So what? It's not like we're even fucking."

"Would you like to be?" He asks.

"Tae, what?" You smile in disbelief.

"Your ex never liked the way I looked at you. If you want to prove to him that you've moved on, how about we link up? Right now."

Tempting.

Since freshman year, Taehyung had always come off as the aloof type. He didn't say much outside of his friend group and largely kept to himself. That is, until you got a boyfriend.

His stares got longer. His body tensed around the both of you together, especially when your ex showed you any sort of affection. It made you suspicious of his intentions toward you.

You looked back, your eyes seductive and open to him, as if tempting him to rip you from your then boyfriend's arms and place you on his chest. It was no secret you needed him, too.

"Where are you?" You search out the window, looking for any sign that he's nearby. "You need to sneak in before my brother sees or else he's going to kill you."

"I know. Don't you worry about it. I'm a smart man," he says before he hangs up the phone.

Moments later, there's a knock at your window. Taehyung gestures for you to open it as wide as you can. So, you kneel on the bed and sneak him in as swiftly as possible, without raising suspicion.

"What the fuck, how did you get here?" You whisper-yell.

"Drove," Taehyung pants, sitting with his legs crossed, across from you. He takes his shoes off and places them at the foot of the bed.

He leans back on his palms and smirks.

"You're parked in the driveway?" You ask, a bit calmer.

"Yes, so don't worry about it. Chill…" Taehyung glances over at your closed bedroom door. "He's still awake?" He gestures towards it.

"Yeah…last time I checked," you reply.

"That means we need to be super quiet…and super quick," he instructs you, gazing straight into your eyes. Excitement fills them.

The adrenaline hits and the realization of what you're about to do sinks in. Your cheeks get hot in anticipation. You're utterly embarrassed.

He notices. The last thing Taehyung wants is to make you uncomfortable. "Whoa…" he lulls, leaning forward to hold your face in his big hands. "We don't have to rush it, either," he reminds you.

You nod against it, smiling softly.

"Do you need me to strip first?" He asks, his eyes wide and reassuring. They comforted yours like no other and you felt a massive amount of guilt for it. How could something so taboo feel so good?

"Could you?" You affirm.

So, Taehyung carefully begins revealing more and more of his skin in the dark of your moonlit room. His shirt is peeled from his torso to reveal his chest, his stomach, and his arms. A silver necklace with a charm hangs from his neck. It is a white tiger.

He moves his hands down his torso and settles on his jean button, tugging it open. "Come help me with this," he sighs.

You come forward and quietly unzip him, your hands resting on your thighs. "That's a good girl," he hums, flexing beneath your touch.

He's so warm beneath you. It's impossible to resist mouthing at his tenting erection as soon as it's visible. You tug his pants down to his hips and immediately spread your tongue on his clothed cock, lifting your hips off the bed.

"Mmm," you breathe, your eyes lifting up to watch Taehyung's pleased expression.

"Don't be shy with it," he reminds, "I need your mouth." He shifts beneath you, his hands caressing your back.

You lift the strap of his boxers and attach your mouth to the tip of his cock. Taehyung groans softly in relief. He's so satisfying to feel on your tongue, the girth and warmth of his dick is utterly addictive.

"Look at you," he lifts your face up, his hooded eyes filled with insatiable lust. "I could fuck your throat raw to keep you silent."

You feel your cunt twitch at the thought. His dick is so big. Your poor throat couldn't possibly be fucked raw by him, but your imagination runs with the idea. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you sink down on his dick, hollowing your cheeks as you swallow him.

You breathe in through your nose, allowing his hands to guide your mouth on his dick as he languidly thrusts into your heat. Taehyung bites his lips to keep from any noise escaping him.

"Mmn, mmn, mmmgh," deep, honey-like moans vibrate from his throat. You spread your legs father, your panties are now soaked and you can feel it.

You bring your fingers down to split your folds apart as you finger yourself to the pace he's pounding into your tight mouth.

"You're wet from sucking my dick," Taehyung groans. "That cunt is mine…"

You pull off his dick and sit up, peeling your nightgown from your body and kneeling before him with your thighs spread apart. "Take it," you beg.

Taehyung's eyes fall on your breasts and then to your supple lips before settling on your pussy. He throws his pants on the other side of the room and leaps on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

"Don't make a sound," he demands, his knees prying your legs open. His thumb catches the cloth separating your cunt from him and pulls it off of you.

Taehyung presses his body to yours, attaching his mouth to your neck and sucking hard. You gasp sharply, "Tae~"

He hushes you and readjusts himself so that his shaft is flush against your drenched cunt. "If he hears us, we're both dead,"

You comply, your hands scratching his back lightly in pure bliss. "I won't, we won't, just get inside me," you whine.

He grinds himself against you, gripping your inner thighs so that you keep from squirming. "Such a needy little thing," he remarks. "I do it so much better than him."

The stretch is incredible. You miraculously are able to accomodate for such a big cock. Your cunt is filled with him up to your cervix, your clit throbbing for his touch.

Taehyung touches you with fumbling hands, his mind racing with need. He thrusts up experimentally, hungrily. You whimper beneath him, your eyes squeezed shut.

He kisses your lips, encouraging you to hold on to him harder as he rocks the bed with his hips.

"Taehyung~" You bury your face into his chest and he smiles, kissing at your cheek.

The thrill in the pit of your stomach builds indefinitely. You're on the brink of a mind-spinning orgasm and by the feel of it, so is he.

You flinch, convulsing around him as pleasure erupts from your body. He cums hard inside of you, his body stuttering over yours, his lips clashing into yours.

The lights flicker outside of the bedroom. You both sit up, alarmed. He reaches over to his clothes. "I won't go until I've helped you clean," he says, keeping his eyes on the door.

He stays for a while, carefully cleaning you and holding you before he says he needs to go. "Your brother's gonna get suspicious," he adds.

He's right. Minutes after Taehyung leaves, Jungkook comes storming into your room with a suspicious look on his face. "What are you looking for?" You ask, rolling your eyes at him.

"...Nothing, I guess…" he mumbles, scanning the floor one more time before closing the door back up again.

Your panties are missing. Weird.

BONUS:

Jungkook is hanging out at Tae's, playing video games, a week after you two hooked up and he notices a peculiar item in his laundry basket.

"Is that…" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "That's not…Y/N's, is it?"

Taehyung doesn't respond, smirking with his eyes fixed on the game.

"Tae. Taehyung," Jungkook presses him, shoving him lightly. Taehyung doesn't budge. Instead, he just smiles.

Jungkook is alarmed by his lack of response. "Noooo…" he says in disbelief.

"Yesss…" Taehyung finally replies.

"You are so dead."

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helenazbmrskai · 2 years

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Radio Sweethearts (m)

🎧Pairing – [Yoongi x Reader]

🎧Genre – [Brother’s Best Friend Au, Smut, Fluff, Angst, College Au, Slow Burn, Podcast Au]

🎧Summary – [Yoongi have always been your brother’s best friend. You grew up together it was natural that you’ve fallen for him. The question is – does he feels the same? Will he ever see you as more than just his friend’s little sister?]

🎧Warnings – [sibling fall out, age gap, smut: (grinding, oral (f+m), vaginal fingering, oral fixation, cunnilingus, good morning sex, cum play, cum eating, blowjob, handjob, protected sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, brief creampie kink mention)]

🎧Word Count – [17k+]

Author Note – This fic is from 2020! It took me a crazy amount of time to spell check and rewrite entire parts to be somewhat good. I hope you will enjoy this project I planned where I rewrite some old fic of mine.

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”Damn Hyung, I can’t believe you outsmarted me in Mario Cart!” Jimin’s yell of utter defeat sounded surprisingly deep, overpowering the annoying music that’s on repeat in the game – coming in contrast with his high pitch usual tone. Yoongi looks pleased with himself his smile is not washed away when Jimin childishly pokes his tongue out at him. Boys will be boys – you think.

The printed words on page 84 – which you’re almost at for thirty minutes without really getting the story to stick in your head – the words are blurring together as you couldn’t ignore the loud noises of your brother’s constant complaints mixing with Yoongi’s soft chuckles that filtered through the white noise and the computer’s constant buzzing with electricity.

As soon as you began to pick up the plot where you left off last night. You are desperately trying to concentrate and get through the whole book in one sitting but your room got ambushed by Jimin and his friend to play their stupid game. Your parents are out on a date and it’s not like your brother would listen to you if you asked him to play games at another time.

You’re eager to finish your mother’s favourite novel by this weekend and give her some feedback on it. The spine of the book seems well worn out from being read so many times by your mother and she excitedly lent you his most prized possession in terms of a materialistic sense when she discovered your newfound interest in reading. You found yourself hooked on the spot from reading the first few pages alone as you started it yesterday but you still have many pages to complete the story.

It seems to be an impossible task now with two loud boys in your baby pink hand-painted room. Your books are tossed to the side along with your barbie CDs as Jimin made room for their snacks that are now emptily scattered around on your desk – without asking for permission first of course.

”It’s not my fault you suck at this, am I?” Yoongi’s reply was almost inaudibly drained out which didn’t surprise you the slightest, taking into consideration how loudly the game’s music was bursting through the speakers and them trying to overpower the sounds with their voices and each other’s. A headache was already forming in the back of your head as you listen to them bicker.

They probably forgot about the fact that you’re in the same room as them.

”Did you practise without me? No way you’re that good! I demand a rematch!”

You lowered your book to rest it on your lap just in time to witness the exchange of how your brother moved an accusing finger in his best friend’s face who shot him an innocent look in return in the next getting offended by your brother’s accusation.

You watch with a disinterested look as they try to get each other into a headlock making the books on your table fall to the floor with a loud thud.

That’s it. This is where you draw the line when you’ve had enough of their antics, disturbing your room and peace.

”Why don’t you use the computer in your room Jimin? Why does it have to be my room you wreak havoc in?”

You’re using big girl words like havoc that Jimin doesn’t understand but he won’t let you make him be the dumb one in front of his older and cooler friend!

You butt in before the brotherly banter could carry on and disarray your room even more – that you undoubtedly will have to clean alone. Even if it wasn’t you who caused it. Your mother taught you to be the bigger person, that boys are growing up later than ladies but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make your blood boil when you have to let things go in favour to avoid another fight with your brother.

Disbelief dripping from your voice as you place the bookmark over the current page and close the book with more force than intended but that finally earns their full attention.

You doubt you can get things done while you have to listen to them shouting at each other over the loud-ass music that the game plays too many times than necessary so you get up from your bed.

”Because dumb-dumb, your computer is better than mine.” Your brother is ready to throw a tantrum. You knew he was jealous when you got a new computer even though dad tried to talk to him about that feeling jealous is bad for him and you. It just created more space between you.

He obviously still hangs on to the fact that you got a new computer and he hasn’t.

You roll your eyes listening to his childlike antics – he’s such a baby. Sometimes you wonder if he’s really the older one in this blood relation. He may have been born before you were, but you’re definitely the more mature one here. Yoongi sitting beside your brother witnessing your interaction – gives you an apologetic look once your eyes meet but you only let your gaze linger on his face for less than five seconds before you look away.

”Fine. Stay then but I’m leaving,” You say as you don’t find the will in yourself – or in the mood to start another meaningless quarrel with him – you rather choose the option to not put up with him since his friend is also here.

You don’t want to be the evil sibling who doesn’t know how to have fun.

”I’ll be in the living room if you guys need anything.” You stand up with your book tucked under your armpit – ready to get out. It wasn’t an invitation for him to give out demands. He does anyway.

”Bring up drinks if you go downstairs anyway!” That stupid boy doesn’t even look up to say the words to your face as he’s fidgeting with the settings before starting the game up again. Completely missing your face turning red from anger.

You let out a frustrated groan once you step out of the room letting your anger out when no one is looking. You take a deep breath as you descend the stairs. Deep breaths, it doesn’t worth it. You should be the bigger person! ”He’s only five years older.” You murmur under your nose while making your way down to the kitchen to get the stupid drinks.

The audacity your brother has! Huh! You want to dump the drinks on his head instead.

Ever since Jimin started high school following his best friend’s slash neighbour’s footsteps – Yoongi, who’s two years older than him and more mature and cooler than your brother will ever be in your eyes. Being his friend changed him. For the worst. You don’t blame your neighbour for it – you know that this change is because of the things Jimin believes to be true about himself. You’re too young to fully grasp what prompted this change you know that he didn’t have the best time in elementary. He lost weight but his self-esteem needs more time to build up again. He likes to act like the bullying didn’t affect him at all – when you know it’s not true. You heard him crying multiple times when his classmates called him fat, or a pig or ugly. He’s none of that. And instead of finding comfort in you, he decided to withdraw and completely shut you out.

You started to notice little changes in his behaviour at first. You talked less and less – caught him making up excuses to hang out with his other school friends shaking off all your attempts to ask about what’s wrong with him.

If you did something – but the truth was simple. Suddenly his sister was not cool enough to hang out with when he started to grow popular with the other kids. You even caught him sneaking out to go to a party even though he’s still underage!

You contemplate choosing between coke or sprite; standing in front of the fridge for a couple of minutes before coming up with your decision. Going with Yoongi’s favourite drink instead of Jimin’s. You can be pitiful too every once in a while. You stand on your tiptoes to get the glasses from the cupboard arranging them next to the bottle of sprite on the tray.

”I got the drinks.” You try to capture their attention again as you enter your room by placing the tray on the desk. They’re still immersed in the game – Jimin trying hard to win even if Yoongi’s character is way ahead of him in the race. The chocolate wraps scattered on the surface make you grit your teeth in silent anger that you will have to clean your room again.

You’re shaken out of your fuming thoughts when your eyes lock with your neighbour. ”Thank you Y/N.” Yoongi’s polite reply makes a little smile appear in the corner of your mouth, his voice is soothing and deep naturally as puberty hit him hard, but it soon turns into a deep frown as Jimin doesn’t even acknowledge you – instead he has the audacity to whine that you didn’t bring up his favourite drink for him when he sees the sprite on the tray.

”Asshole.” You spew profanities in your head.

You didn’t intend to say your thoughts out loud but you realise the slip of your tongue too late as both Yoongi and Jimin turn to you abandoning their game to look at you with big eyes almost falling out of their sockets. Surprised to hear such vulgar words leaving your mouth.

”W- Who taught you that word? Little girls like you shouldn’t speak like that Y/N.”

The comical way Jimin’s eyes widen and stutter with his words almost makes you laugh in his face (his words struck a chord in you) but you restrain yourself to just simply glare at him. You want to see how he would react if you told him you learned it from the porn videos he forgot to delete on his laptop. You were perplexed when you found his mature movie collection after you borrowed his laptop to finish a school project since your computer gave out – that’s why you got a new one that Jimin got jealous of.

”I’m not a little girl anymore if you haven’t noticed. I’m not five years old anymore and as far as I know, you are not five too so can you please stop whining like you are still in elementary school.”

Jimin seems embarrassed as you blow up – you know that your words hurt him but you couldn’t care less at the moment. It feels good to let all the pent-up frustration out. Your brother’s pride is hurt since his friend is in the middle of this argument and normally you wouldn’t humiliate him like that but enough is enough.

There’s a weird change in your relationship and you’re not used to getting so worked up by Jimin’s antics. He’s supposed to be your partner in crime! You considered your relationship to be fairly close when you were younger. You used to build pillow forts together and talk about the people you liked and disliked.

You don’t know what happened but you’re tired of trying. You muster up your meanest glare before you look away matching his heated gaze and Yoongi is caught in the middle unsure what to do to resolve the sudden tension in the room where both of you are at fault.

If he will be like this then you can change too. You storm out without saying sorry – and you don’t intend to apologise ever. He hurt you too! He never apologised either why should you? You’re not going to be the first to bend to his will anymore and whilst things between you only went downhill after that night – neither of you did anything to stop it. Both of you are too young to understand how it will negatively affect your relationship in the future. If you will regret letting it come to that – or not. Later realising that family is important.

Jimin was about to graduate the year you entered high school. Couldn’t ask for better timing as you didn’t have to deal with his reputation for too long. You were excited to become a freshman – be a big girl and start making your own decisions, prepare for college – but still nothing much changed regarding your relationship with your pompous brother. You had your own friend group and lived in the moment. There were good and bad days. This is how life works.

You two seemed to be drifting further and further apart as you got caught up in your separate lives. Mostly see each other at family dinners.

His friendship with your neighbour grows at the expanse despite the distance. Yoongi finished his studies before either of you did as he’s older than you. The memory is still vivid in your mind when you attended his graduation with Jimin. Your families always liked each other so it was given you attend.

You remember how sad Jimin looked but Yoongi cheered him up making him seal a pinky promise to meet again in College just how they always planned it.

It would be a lie if you said you were never envious of what Yoongi and your brother had.

Remembering the times when it was you who he told everything to and laughed about anything and nothing. They seemed to think alike and always had tons of fun leaving you out. You were jealous of that too. You were young and stupid just like Jimin. You let your frustration out on him when you were wondering behind the scenes – what can Yoongi give him that you can’t, why he doesn’t seem to like your company as much as his. You tormented yourself with these questions for a long time before you learnt to let go.

Even when Yoongi went to College they still talked – significantly less – as Yoongi had so much to do and Jimin was studying hard too to get into the same college as his friend but their friendship never wavered and you envied what they had.

High school was a fresh start for you. You finally realised once Jimin graduated and you were left alone in your small fishing town for the first time – not following your brother’s footsteps. Not seeing your brother or Yoongi for the first time in your daily life came with a lot of realisation on your part. How childish you both were. How in the end blaming the other one for drifting apart is pointless. You fixed your gaze on their backs for so long that you never thought about what you wanted. Blinded by the road they walked on before you. They used to babysit you on many occasions when your parents worked night shifts, you were around them constantly from a young age and throughout the time you fixed on them you watched as both Yoongi and Jimin got older, matured over time and their features became more defined and look more as a man than a boy. They were your role models as you didn’t know better. They were always just there.

They experienced your first period with you. Your mother was out of the house that day so you had no one else besides your brother to ask to buy you pads. You can easily recall even after many years how heated your face was with embarrassment as you told him you got your very first period.

He rushed to the convenience store for you like a headless chicken, leaving Yoongi by your awkward side. He gave you painkillers and rubbed your belly to ease the pain you felt. He reacted less awkwardly to the situation as he was more mature than Jimin at that time and knew more about a girl’s body. He felt like a second brother to you until the year of his graduation.

Then. Everything’s changed.

Yoongi was very thin back then and lanky. You knew that his family had struggles with money because you overheard when your parents conversed that Yoongi’s father lost his job at the company he worked for so their income was cut short. Yoongi often had to save his money to spend it on transportation rather than buying his lunch at the cafeteria as he didn’t want to ask for more money.

Hearing the concerning news you wanted to do something for him, so you woke up extra early to make sandwiches for him so he could eat something during the day. You knew that he always comes early to pick your brother up – waking up before Jimin so your mother lets him in as he waits for your brother to get ready for school and Jimin is sometimes worse than a girl if you consider the time he needs to get ready that you had plenty of time to give Yoongi the lunch you prepared without your brother suspecting anything.

Your master plan was perfect. At first, he was surprised by your kindness he always thought you didn’t like him because, in theory, he took your brother away from you but you never hated Yoongi for that. Knowing about his family’s situation he tried to bashfully decline your offer to make him food so he doesn’t need to buy them with his money. However, you successfully roped him into accepting it as you threatened to tell Jimin about it knowing that he would have made a much larger deal about this than you are. So you started to wake up early to make little sandwiches for him and sometimes he even showed up earlier sitting down and talking with you as you were making him food.

Due to quiet mornings careful not to wake up the house you whispered a lot into each other’s ears.

These mornings continued for a whole year as you visibly grew closer being able to spend some time together without the presence of your brother you started to get what Jimin liked about him as you too wanted to spend more time around him.

There were conversations filled with jokes and other’s were filled with serious talk about the future, getting to know him better you realised that despite how responsible and mature he appears to be on the outside he’s struggling with finding his way, growing up doesn’t seem so appealing after learning the ups and downs.

Things started to change in your dynamics when you reached your last year at high school. You met with nice people along the way and did various things – you felt ready to go to college. And what’s a better ending for the year? To get buzzed at a house party in your friend’s opinion.

”Fuck, that tastes like my hand sanitiser.” Yuck. Yeah, you’re not going to drink all of that. You purse your lips tasting the alcohol on your tongue for the first time in a while. You feel the liquid burning your oesophagus all the way down as you swallow the hard liquor.

You resisted the temptation of alcohol and drunk parties because you wanted to study hard to get into a good college after high school. You weren’t even supposed to be here tonight but Eunbi convinced you that there’s no better occasion to drink than the fact that you will finish your studies in less than twenty-four hours. You had to agree.

The last chance to party like a class. A very drunk class.

Your opposition weakened as more and more alcohol got into your system and the party started to get louder – your earlier sentence that you will not stay for long as the graduation ceremony will be held tomorrow morning the idea retreated to the back of your head as your mind got clouded with the booze taking its effect. This is the last time you could spend time with your classmates and everyone seems to have fun, why shouldn’t you do the same?

”Oh my god! Y/N, don’t look, but I think Hongbin is checking you out right now at two o’clock.”

Eunbi squeals as she presents you with her observation grabbing your hand with a grip that almost makes you spill the entirety of your drink onto the floor if It wasn’t for your fast reflexes to reangle the cup before it could come to that. You shake your head at her drunken antics.

You cough when the drink goes down the wrong pipe. ”What is he even doing here? Wasn’t he Jimin’s classmate?” You turn your head to take a glance in the direction she was looking when she painfully squeezes your cheeks to keep your head from turning.

”No! I told you to not look!”

”Ahem. Anyway. I heard that Kyungmin invited him but I thought he was kidding.” She was speaking to the air behind you as she was still eying the boy up and down. Freeing yourself from her grip you step back cautiously trying to prevent her from reaching you if she perhaps decides to try that move again. Her nails digging into your cheek hurt like a bitch.

”He may be looking this way but there are others around us so it doesn’t mean he’s looking at me. How do you know he’s not looking at you?” You take a big sip from your drink – want to desperately forget about boys for a moment – getting better at making a straight face while consuming it so you’re proud of yourself. It either means you’re getting used to the burning taste or you probably should stop drinking before you get so drunk you can’t remember your name and have to ask your brother for a ride home. Brr. Anything but that! You would rather walk all the way home.

Summoning the devil, you sigh when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

You pass your solo cup to your friend – shoving it into her chest to hold it for you while you fish out your phone that keeps vibrating inside your jeans. You’re getting tired of it no matter how much you tried ignoring it. You have to blink a couple of times to keep the letters from coalescing as you read the messages.

All of them are sent by your brother. Typical.

You take a look at the words before locking your phone again without typing out an answer. Eunbi sees the way you roll your eyes even though the kitchen you are currently standing in is dimly lit with disco lights running all over the place.

”Was it your brother again?” She guesses, and she’s absolutely right. She should go and buy a lottery ticket. You snicker sarcastically.

You told mom before you left where you were heading and who you’re going with and she didn’t say much to that – only encouraged you to have fun but be careful knowing that it’s going to be your first ever party and someone might try to take advantage of you if you’re not being careful.

This party is long overdue.

Jimin went to his first party when he was sixteen and he still thinks that mom doesn’t know about that little sneak out and you’re 19 and as Eunbi phrased it, it’s the only time you could drink with your soon-to-be ex-classmates for the last time before everyone scatters around the world choosing different cities to get a degree or some starting work immediately after postgrad.

”He asked when I will arrive home.” You retell the content of his message for her knowing that she’s dying to hear it and it earns giggles from Eunbi, she had a huge crush on your brother when you were freshmen but she got over him for the most part. ”That’s very nice of him.” She beams and you roll your eyes at how obviously she’s acting. The alcohol truly is liquid truth.

”Nice of him my ass. He never cared before what I was doing so he doesn’t get to start now.”

You grit your teeth together in annoyance. A few messages from him won’t make up for the lost times that he ignored you during his high school years or even before that. A how have you been and birthday wishes won’t change that you two drifted apart. Away from family may have triggered his sudden change of heart but you won’t swoon over some half-hearted messages when he’s not making a real effort to fix your broken relationship to stand on the pillars where it stood as you were kids.

He should have thought about the consequences before you prominently drifted apart. Young or not. It feels like you barely know your brother anymore. So many years passed by without talking to each other. Really talking and not just pleasantries on holidays.

”So you won’t reply?” She nudges the hand that held the phone prior, and you shake your head in response.

You were thinking about getting home before midnight but after receiving the texts from him you want to make him worry a little and actually stay here longer than you originally planned. It feels like you two are bringing the worst out of each other. It feels like you’re a little girl again having her pity party. It’s also surprising he’s still up as he must be tired from the car ride all the way here from Seoul. Only here to attend your graduation that’s tomorrow.

”It’s nice of them to come back just to see you graduate.” Eunbi presses the matter, and it turns the channel of your thoughts into the direction where you wouldn’t want them to wander. What you’ve been trying to avoid all night.

To think about Yoongi coming back.

”You’re just saying that because you have a fat crush on my brother and you’re happy you will see him tomorrow.” You wriggle your eyebrows knowingly, and you swear you could see a faint blush creeping up her neck and spreading to make her cheeks appear in a bold red colour. Stuttering when she tries to deny it. She’s actually cute. She deserves better.

”What about you and Yoongi? Are you guys still texting?” Eunbi turns the question around and it’s your cue this time to blush at the mention of his name. Right, the texts.

Jimin doesn’t know that you’re talking to Yoongi, mostly over texts but sometimes you give each other a call if something big happens – it’s not shocking because you rarely text Jimin you mostly exchange birthday wishes and that’s all – but Yoongi talks with him daily so besides that it’s weird he doesn’t know. You have no idea why he’s keeping this a secret from your brother. Not that you expect him to bring it up casually in a conversation as you are not doing anything wrong but text each other so the chances that Jimin didn’t see your name pop up on his screen is almost close to zero. It’s not like you guys are flirting behind his back.

”He didn’t text me today he’s probably tired from packing and coming back, or he’s playing games with my brother. I don’t know.”

Eunbi hums knowingly and you dismiss her suggestive eyes narrowing down on you when you present the face that says it’s no big of a deal. But deep down you’re filled with nerves.

She sees right through you as a best friend should. Knowing fully well that you’re overthinking again, anxious to meet him after so many texts but no face-to-face interaction. The other concern that is plaguing your mind is that you wonder how he’ll act in front of your brother when the three of you get trapped in the same space. Will he be platonically friendly with you like when you were younger? Or he’ll ignore you altogether? You’re afraid to find out which scenario will become a reality tomorrow at your graduation.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you got called out for being at the top of all of your classes. For a moment you were afraid they forgot about you as they choose you as the last person to receive your honours.

You worked hard for your grades so some part of you felt proud because of your achievements but standing in front of a bunch of people knowing that there’s Min Yoongi among the crowd somewhere and hearing the high praises about you renders you into a blushing mess. Not a fan of the limelight.

Throughout your high school years, your grades were always average – not bad but not particularly good either because you were always lazy. You only decided for the last year to work extra hard so you won’t have to be nervous that you won’t meet the requirements of many universities in the area.

You were afraid of not getting accepted and disappointing your family. You only told your mother yesterday which colleges you decided to apply to.

Toying with the edge of your skirt you felt on edge as minutes ticked by and you were getting closer to the end of the ceremony where the flowers will be handed to you.

”I can’t believe my last baby graduated too. Time flies by so fast.” Your mother was the first one to approach your form caging your body into a bone-crushing hug and you hugged her back with the same vehemence. You can see the happy tears shining in her eyes that make you sentimental. Her familiar scent washes over you. You parted from your mother and your dad handed you the bouquet and planted a kiss on your right cheek congratulating you timidly but nonetheless proud of you. You smile back. They show love differently but you know they love you all the same and that’s the only thing that matters in the end. Family is important.

”Mom, what did I tell you about crying at my graduation?” You scolded her lightheartedly but you still smiled at her, not angry at all. It was expected, she cried so hard on Jimin’s graduation.

”Crying? Who’s crying? It’s just that something got into my eyes.” She makes up the least believable lie that makes everyone laugh out loud in your small circle of family.

It’s nice, you feel yourself relaxing as you’re surrounded by your immediate family.

”Congratulation Sis, you got me shocked. The top of the class, huh?”

Letting him envelop you into a loose hug was the weirdest experience in your life you patted his back awkwardly not used to the physical contact he initiated. The light teasing reminded you of the old times so it eases some of the tension you felt building up in your muscles and you managed a genuine smile.

”Thanks for believing I was stupid.” You retort back out of habit, but he doesn’t seem to mind your bratty response as he lets out his signature high-pitched chuckle at your comment.

Only one person is missing. You look behind Jimin searching for Yoongi’s eyes in the crowd, the only person who didn’t congratulate you yet, that you were the most excited and most scared about. You don’t have to wait for long before he appears and your heart hammers away in your chest when he smiles upon seeing you look for him so eagerly.

Once you meet gazes he speaks up. ”Congrats Y/N.”

Mirroring his big smile you let him scoop you up from the safety of the ground and twirl you around with a small chuckle coming from the both of you. You internally squeal. He’s gotten stronger, you can feel his muscles shift against you.

”Thanks Yoongi.” You whisper the words intimately into the space between your bodies but he hears you all the same given how close you are due to the shared hug still not broken apart.

You take a deep breath letting his scent overrule your senses – he may have changed his cologne over the years of knowing him but his different scent never discouraged you, it’s still so unapologetically Yoongi that you could inhale it all night and still have the same calming effect.

”You look beautiful by the way.” He whispered cheekily into your ear for only you to hear – the words were lost in the crowd. Yoongi let his head weight down onto your shoulder to keep the hug comfortable and you welcomed his embrace. It felt right to be in his arms again after so long. Hugs from him were rare even when you were younger but you cherish all of them because you know Yoongi never does something without intent.

The moment, however, soon gets disturbed by someone butting in. ”Ahem,” When Jimin clears his throat behind you urging you two to break the hug you give him an eye roll. Not sure if he’s trying to protect you from Yoongi or all the way around. Your brother destroyed your momentary illusion – again.

”How should I cut these?” You pointed in the direction of the vegetables laid out on the counter in front of you on the cutting board, already cleaned and pealed.

The music playing from Yoongi’s phone is relaxing as you cook together after an exhausting day. You’ve been both under a mountain of stress and assignments from college so it’s been a while since you could hang out like this. You missed him a lot.

Yoongi paused what he was doing so that he could take a look at what you were pointing at with your hand.

His lips curled into a pout of concentration you always found cute. He sometimes talked in a pout that was adorable too. ”Huh?” You looked up with a confused expression realising that you were looking at his lips zoning out instead of listening – you saw how his pink lips moved while forming the words but you didn’t hear anything he said.

”I said cut the carrots in half and then cut them into thin slices.” An amused smile stretched across his lips whilst he repeated his instructions, but you turned your head back facing the vegetables to not get distracted again by his good looks as you nodded along this time clearly hearing him.

You started to chop the carrots first while Yoongi turned back to tend to the stew on the stove. You work on separate things for a while in comfortable silence, only the occasional stir of liquid or the knife in your hand making noises besides the music as it meets with the cutting board in fluid and practised motions.

You watched your mom a lot while she was cooking for the family so you weren’t lost in the kitchen per se – but you loved pretending that you don’t know how to make certain meals for the sake of getting lessons from Yoongi who is an excellent cook himself. At first, it was just an excuse to spend time with him but later on, it became your thing to do together.

You have radio sweethearts but it’s more like work – it’s fun to listen to him talk about different topics and hear his side of things. The recordings are always fun but quality time like this is what you think is the most fun to do with him.

He learned it from his brother as you got to know one time the topic came up but on the other hand, he had to take it more seriously when he was living alone in his first year of college. Not having the benefit of getting home from school to a homemade meal waiting for him unless he made it beforehand.

He often cooked to release some steam. No pun intended.

He later moved in with some friends he met in college and later Jimin moved in with them as he got accepted. You were introduced to the whole group later when you started to attend college as well. They’re all nice people and you liked them all – unlike some of Jimin’s high school friends.

They are living in a fairly big house rented from an elderly couple who live the next town over. Seven boys under one roof is a bit chaotic and some might think it will never work out but they make it work and were able to form a fascinating group mixed in terms of age and interest as well.

Yoongi decided to change majors after two years of pursuing something he wasn’t sure of and it meant that despite him starting this process before you did you got the chance of spending some years with him around campus before he graduated.

Some of his friends including your brother are still in college while others already got their degrees.

The front door suddenly slamming shut awakened you from your daydreaming.

The loud sound of the lock clicking into place made you jump up in surprise resulting in nearly chopping your fingers off by accident. You let out a string of curses.

”Finally home, I thought this day will never end.” Picking up Jimin’s voice from the living room you knew he was coming even before he ducked his head into the kitchen.

Jimin’s dirty blond hair styled in curls makes him look like an actual puppy the girls love it – shaking his head from right to left trying to exercise his numb neck he drops his bag from his shoulder and lets it fall to the ground with a big thud.

He’s dropping by the kitchen for a short minute to greet you and Yoongi before he makes his way into his room with quick steps.

Interacting with your brother without arguing all the time got better with time when you decided to attend the same college and you were forced to see him more often.

There are still plenty of things left to fix between you but you see him try harder than before to be a better brother to you. You promised Yoongi you’ll go easy on him since he’s trying. Things won’t go back to the way it was before but you’re welcoming this new change in his behaviour. He’s trying at least and you appreciate it even if you don’t say it out loud.

”Wanna watch a movie after we’re finished?” Yoongi asks while dropping the vegetables into the soup that you just cut. No longer having any task to carry out you step beside his much larger form to observe him season the dish – you lean against the counter as you watch him stir and add more stuff to the mixture.

”Sure.” You say, accepting the soy sauce from his hands to put it away and help him clean up. Lunch is almost ready.

You go to call the others.

You take one side of the earphones out of your ears as you stand in front of the rented Studio blowing some hot breath into your freezing fingers as you wait.

You knock impatiently as you move your weight from leg to leg, your limbs feel frozen as you walked in the cold. Your lecture ended pretty late because the professor kept rambling on and it meant you were running late and you missed the bus so you had to walk from your dorm room to here.

Yoongi was wearing a black turtle neck jumper with some blue jeans when he opened the door for you, his parted hair almost long enough to reach the bottom of his ear, as always, he looks good as he stands in the doorway taking in your slightly shaking form.

”Are you cold?” His voice is laced with concern while he runs his hands up and down the length of your arms on both sides to warm you up with friction. Your body heats up but not for the same reason he thinks as your pulse picks up from his proximity.

You nod obediently scooting closer to his frame searching for his heat. You shouldn’t have listened to today’s weather forecast and left your scarf at home.

But you can’t complain as it presented you with the perfect opportunity to be in your friend’s arms. Your brother’s best friend’s arms who you’re secretly in love with. Ever since you were a high schooler – but act natural!

Draping an arm over your shoulder Yoongi beckons you to move further away from the door as he closes it after you. Your cheeks and nose resemble a rosy red colour from the wind’s harsh blowing even though you felt cold – you still decided to get rid of your jacket and let the article hang on the arm of the chair.

The studio has a portable heater so you’ll be warm in no time.

”Ready?” You hope your voice rightfully conveys your excitement – today’s topic is love and you can’t wait to discuss the questions your other teammates put together for you – despite how you need to physically hold yourself back from giving in to the clashing of your teeth.

You wrap your fingers around the solo cup that contains a steaming hot coffee it’s probably Yoongi’s fill for the day from his favourite cafe place but you’re sure he won’t mind you using it as a handwarmer for a bit.

”Let’s check the script before we start.” The boy sitting next to you suggests and you nod in agreement. You’re professionals. Placing the coffee down as your fingers started to warm up the temptation to take a sip is too great so you let go.

As if reading your thoughts Yoongi holds it up for you to take again with a small gummy smile. ”Drink up, it’s yours. I already finished mine.” Sensing the dilemma you were having – Yoongi urges you to drink the coffee whilst it’s hot and you accept it gladly, with your free hand you pull up the document your team came up with last week when you had the meeting about the future content of radio sweethearts. You were distracted by Yoongi’s attire so don’t remember in detail what you discussed – it seemed like he was going on a date but you were too chicken to ask if it was true. It put a damp in your mood for the entire evening.

The podcast was originally Namjoon and Yoongi’s idea and the name they had in mind was far from radio sweethearts if you remember correctly it didn’t really have a name yet – the title only contained numbers generated by the computer itself when they aired their first attempt.

Nana a new addition to your friend’s group and you joined in later as hosts.

They started with minimal equipment and experience in this field – doing it to only have fun – the recordings didn’t bring much success in the first couple of episodes that’s when they joined heads and attempted to make the podcast more interesting so more people will listen to them.

They wanted to talk about various topics while still delivering good music in between discussions. They didn’t want to focus on only one thing.

They wanted to put together a wide range of programs where all students in your college could find something that interested them. They were not driven by popular opinions all they wanted is to give young ones – who are still in the process of figuring out their lives – something that could benefit them all in all aspects of life.

Take a little load off their shoulders with funny topics. The goal they had in mind was that students can relax while listening to the podcast and have fun, the program plan they came up with was manifold – starting from open hours where students have the opportunity to ask for advice on the many topics that have been discussed by the hosts day by day.

Nana and you immediately fell in love with the idea. It was actually her who came up with the concept that we should pair up and take turns in recording stuff.

It allowed you to catch up with schoolwork as you only needed to record once every two weeks but the main reason was that the representatives of both sexes may listen so why not make a duo consisting of a girl and a boy to meet everyone’s needs.

It helps with the topic discussions as boys cannot speak in the girls’ place and vice versa.

The pairings were obvious from the start since you and Yoongi gravitated toward each other naturally. Namjoon and Nana are a perfect match as well – usually, they are the ones who like to talk about love life and they even came up with a special feature on Fridays that anonymously you can confess to a loved one by sending in a love letter. It has been a huge success.

Yoongi and you, on the other hand, often discuss heavier topics – like mental illness or burnout to let the listeners know that they are not alone because when you are dealing with your struggles you often forget the fact that someone else might be struggling with the same things and whilst it doesn’t help you with your problem it’s good to know you’re not alone. Some discussions are heavier – some are lighter and today it’s the latter. You’re in the mood for a funny and lighthearted conversation.

The recordings with Yoongi always go smoothly. It could be because these talks remind you of when you were younger and chit-chatted about different things in the kitchen. Always feels natural to share your thoughts with him and he’s relaxed in your presence as well. You think this is why you make a great team.

Taking the first sip out of the cup the rich texture and delicious sweet caffein melted your downcasted mood – the coffee got the job done by warming your insides. While Yoongi took care of the heat of your cheeks by leaning in close to see the script.

”How about we switch this part.” You thought aloud – leaning forward in your chair. Trying to act like his closeness doesn’t affect you but you push your thighs together under the table in nervous jitters. ”Let’s talk about the holiday and foods first to set the mood for the winter break.” Yoongi hums considering your suggestion. Going with what you suggested in the end, changing the outline to favour your idea clicking and typing away on the computer scanning the outline. You can’t help but look at his hands flying across the keyboard the veins producing from the skin as he moves them expertly.

You push that thought away before it can affect you and you decide it’s best if you concentrate on your tasks.

After you’ve finished fixing the minor changes in the plot Yoongi checks the equipment as you test the mics that they turn on alright and start the prerecording soon after. The chair squeaks as he leans back to take up a comfortable position – hard in work mode – again fixing your mics and testing if your voices are not lumpy before starting. You always thought he’s sexy when he’s concentrating on something. You can see the passion in his eyes when he does the things he likes and you can’t get enough of his visuals.

”Welcome back everyone. My name’s Yoongi and as expected, Y/N and I are back with a new episode of Radio Sweethearts.” The smirk only you can see sends you to heaven you can’t help but smile back. It’s showtime.

Surrounded by mostly boys sometimes even you forget that you’re a girl. You like to paint your nails and you have a fascination with sparkly and cute stuff. Glitter yes. Pink – is not your thing but baby pink is acceptable. If there’s one thing you hate as a girl is shopping for stuff. Not to say – gift shopping. Your biggest nightmare is that you have to think about what the other person might like or doesn’t like. You were never good at gift shopping. Jimin’s birthday is just around the corner and you’re out of ideas on what to get him. In other words, you’re screwed.

He doesn’t need any more clothes – he has too much already that he even gave you some as he stated he won’t wear them anymore so here you have it use it for sleepwear or whatever giving him a book would be pointless as he’s barely reading his textbooks.

You ponder if you should just go the easy way and get him some new video game or a useful electronic gadget as he seems to be interested in making music with Jungkook these days but it would be too impersonal. You look for your wallet in your bag to check how much can you even afford for his gift when you bump into a hard chest on your way to the first shop you’ve seen from afar. You let out a small ouch when your nose collides with a chest and you rub it once you get some distance in between you and the stranger before you look up.

”Sorry I wasn’t looking where I was – going.” You haven’t seen this handsome stranger before but the city is big and you’re not very outgoing.

The first thing you see is that he has a lot of tattoos even more than Jungkook and he has a lip piercing and one on his nose.

”I wasn’t paying attention either. No worries.” The stranger strokes the back of his neck after he asks if your nose is alright, his smile is cute and dimpled.

You dismiss his concerns shyly, fuck this is awkward. He’s not scary at all even though he could be the lead vocalist of a punk group band for all you know. He looks like a charmer and only a bit scary when he smirks at your timid behaviour. Your eyes go to his lips as he bites his lip ring.

”Would I be too forward if I were to ask for your number?” You were not expecting that and your eyes widen in response. Yes – he’s handsome but you’re not exactly ready to date.

”I- I don’t even know your name.” You’re speechless. You look to the side – looking for an escape route before you make this situation even more awkward. You didn’t think he would try to hit on you!

”Where are my manners my name is Horo. Have you heard of bleeding butterflies before? It’s my band’s name. We’re having a show at the local bar tonight. I would be happy to see you there sweetheart.” And then he winks. Oh my. You’re in trouble.

The name doesn’t ring any bell even if the guy seems confident that it would change your mind and suddenly worship the ground he’s walking on.

You avoid eye contact looking around in case you would see a familiar face. You know you should say no, he would probably understand and don’t try to pursue you but you can’t seem to will yourself to do it. Relief washes over you when you spot Yoongi’s black hair in the crowd but that smile soon freezes on your face when you see a hand attached to him. They are not holding hands but her hand is looped in his. A hand that belongs to a woman around his age in formal office wear – looking like a couple out shopping. He laughs at something she says when suddenly your eyes meet and you look away in panic. The only thing you can look at is the guy’s expectant face.

”I will think about it.” You offer him a smile – not in the mood to shop anymore and risk seeing Yoongi with his date. You go and hide in the lady's bathroom.

Horo only let you go after you took the paper he handed to you with his number on it asking you to call him if you decide to go to the show and you nodded with no further promises. Your heart is already taken by someone else – and you’re not ready to let this feeling go anytime soon. Even if you have to suffer seeing Yoongi with another woman. Because you’re selfish. You want him to be happy but you want him to be happy with you and it makes you feel like you’re a bad friend.

You open a bottle of wine at home momentarily forgetting about Jimin’s upcoming birthday and Horo and the gift shopping you didn’t do as you gulp down the content of your glass in your dark apartment. Wallowing in self-pity.

”Oh, Yoongi what are you doing here?” You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are to see him. You were ignoring his texts and not answering his calls – you should have expected him to come and check up on you.

You’re forced to look up because of your closeness, him a few heads taller than you so you have to tilt your head back a little to see his face fully as a deep frown climbs its way up to his features. You look dishevelled, your hair is a bird's nest and there are big circles under your eyes. Every sign shows your distress and Yoongi is concerned. He’s sizing your body up silently from the tip of your sockless toes and bare legs to the outworn black t-shirt that you were sleeping in – a new addition to your collection from your brother. Just an old band t-shirt with a faded logo.

You were not bothering to change as you weren’t going to leave the house for a while so his unannounced arrival was, to say the least – caught you off guard.

”You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls. I was worried. Did something happen? Are you alright?”

You know he probably noticed that you didn’t invite him in like you usually do. You didn’t hug him and you always hug him when you’re upset and he pretends that he doesn’t like it when internally he’s smiling – you’re not following tradition. It makes his suspicions justified that it connects to him – and you’re acting strange because of something he did. He just has to figure out what so he can fix it. He doesn’t like to see you like this.

”It’s not the best time Yoongi – I’ll text you later, okay?”

You sound tired which makes him more determined. He could tell that you want to be alone and it’s your subtle way of telling him to back off but he’s not letting you off the hook. Yoongi slips his feet between the door before you could close it – knowing you well enough that you won’t call or text you just wanted him to be gone by offering an empty promise. He knows all your tactics by now. He’s getting frustrated that something is clearly on your mind but you try to avoid the conversation. What is it that you can’t tell him? You’ve always come to him when you had problems. Why now you decide not to? The suspense makes him go crazy as he awaits your next move.

Half expecting you to shut the door on his face anyway but instead, you sigh and open the door wide enough for him to slip inside the comfort of your home.

His gaze fixates on the pictures on your wall – it’s you with friends and family and a few of them just of the two of you.

You’re not ready for this conversation but Yoongi doesn’t give you much choice.

”No you won’t. You are avoiding me and I just want to know why.”

His gaze turns pleading as he desperately tries to keep your eye contact – hoping that he can read something from them but to no avail. He wants to know why you’re acting so strange when everything was fine the last time you saw each other and now suddenly you don’t want to do anything with him and go as far as to lie to his face.

You’re confusing him even if the answer should be obvious from a bird's view.

He caught your gaze at the mall but you disappeared so suddenly that he wasn’t so sure it was you in the end. It could have been just someone who looked similar to you.

Seeing him with a woman on a date made you feel like you were back at high school protecting a stupid crush as a teenager. It’s been a while since Yoongi had a girlfriend so you didn’t have to confront your feelings. You should start – as this time is good as any. You can’t run away from your feelings forever and dismissing them was not doing you any good. Or your friendship with Yoongi. You know that this will eventually tear it apart if you keep it bottled up inside.

You never pictured a world where you were not standing beside Yoongi and Jimin on either side of you.

It’s a tough decision that has to be done if you want your friendship to last. You need some time apart.

”I think we need some time apart.” Your words are sudden and it makes Yoongi realise the problem is a lot bigger than he originally thought. This thing you’re not telling him runs deeper. You look sad but determined and Yoongi is afraid if he lets you go if he accepts – you might never come back. He refuses to let you go without a fight. He’s not the best with words but you surely know how important you are to him right? Was he not forward enough? Did you think he didn’t see you as a friend? That you’re just his best friend’s little sister? Yet – you’re so much more than that to him.

It even scares him sometimes.

”W –,” It’s the first time he’s completely lost for words to say – his pupils dilated in shock – as he steps back from the sheer absurdness of your behaviour. ”What? What’s that supposed to mean? No. We don’t need time apart. All you need to do is to talk to me and we can fix the problem together. Like we always do.”

Yoongi startles you by grabbing your hand as if he was afraid you will disappear into thin air in your own apartment. He’s not hot-headed but your behaviour throws him off.

He holds you like his life is depending on it and your heart aches – you don’t like seeing him so lost and helpless. He doesn’t know what to say or do to make this right and that terrifies him.

”You can’t fix my feelings Yoongi. Let me just think okay? I just need some time alone. Can you leave please?” You don’t want this to be harder than it already is but Yoongi is not letting you go. The gesture makes your heart flutter even if you tell yourself you shouldn’t react that way if you want to salvage your friendship.

Pulling your hand away felt wrong and you hated every second of it but it was a necessary moment of pain that you need to endure. It had to be done. Friends shouldn’t be jealous when they see their friend with another woman.

Even in high school, you were holding onto a sliver of hope that someday Yoongi will look at you the same way you look at him. You rejected a couple of boys who wanted to date you and lied to your friends that you’re just not interested in men yet. You focused on school instead.

You achieved your goal – you’re living in the same city going to the same college – got closer with time, you do things together without your brother and you know a lot about him, that you could fight Jimin for the title of his best friend.

But being his friend doesn’t seem to be enough. You want more than just platonic friendship. You want to hold his hand, kiss him and tell him that you love him. You want him to call you his girlfriend when he introduces you to new people.

He would be probably shocked to hear you say that out loud. You always thought that you were out of his league. You’re seven years younger – a girl with little to no experience whilst he’s probably looking for a woman who already has a stable career and she’s ready to start their life.

Your brother wouldn’t approve – he will think you’re trying to steal his best friend away from him.

You don’t want things to get awkward and that means you need to take a step back. Not sure if a confession now would do you any good at this point.

”I’m not leaving when you’re like this. Not until you tell me what’s gotten into you.”

His frown deepens when you refuse to meet his eyes.

This is not how you face problems. Not with him. You spent many late nights talking facing the wall with Yoongi laying beside you on your bed. The atmosphere surrounding you is different. It’s suffocating you both.

”We are friends right?” The question itself would be a simple one if your feelings weren’t so complicated and all over the place. Yoongi is confused – it shouldn't even be a question in his opinion.

The answer comes fast. ”Of course we are friends.” Yoongi watches you and tries to read your body language.

”Well that means I can’t tell you, friends shouldn’t say things like that.” Your focus is on a little crack on the wall avoiding his eyes makes the talking easier.

A tiny light appears at the end of the tunnel that seems to spark recognition in him but it soon fades as he quickly dismisses the possibility.

”What’s that supposed to mean? Tell me Y/N.” Yoongi grabs your shoulders in a last desperate attempt to make you look at him tired of you keep beating around the bush without saying anything. He wishes you could just say it.

”I shouldn’t be in love with you but I am.”

”I’ve liked you for years and when the other day I saw you with that beautiful woman- it looked like you’re on a date and I got jealous. I’m sorry.”

Words spill out after you start.

”Y- You love me?” Yoongi can’t seem to process it, the confession genuinely seems to surprise him and makes you feel more disappointed – that the idea didn’t even cross his mind.

Yoongi is quick to grab your forearm to stop you from moving away in shame. You want the ground to swallow you whole to save you from his rejection. He just needs a minute to think about this. He’s not rejecting you but it looks like it to you.

”No don’t go! Wait.” He panics eyes large and observant. ”Don’t go. Don’t hide from me, let’s talk about this.” He needs to think carefully as it looks like you could start crying at any moment. His grip on your arm is gentle you could have easily freed yourself from it – but something in his eyes makes you stop and wait. Yoongi looks like he’s thinking hard about the things you told him.

He’s thoughtful like always. Don’t want to hurt your feelings. He listens to you and considers the words he wants to reply with – this situation is no different. He’s searching for the right words that could best convey his inner thoughts and he’s struggling to find them.

”It’s ok Yoongi. You don’t have to say anything really, you are not responsible for what I feel. I understand that you don’t feel the same way- I’m a big girl I can handle rejection.”

”Stop talking. Who says anything about rejection.” You gulp when he takes a step closer his piercing gaze holding you captive. His confidence gives you a sense of wishplash. You take a step back in turn but Yoongi follows your movement holding you by the back of your head so you can’t move away this time. He rests his forehead on yours – takes your breath away with how close he’s getting. You’re confused but your heart is beating like crazy in your ribcage from joy. His face is coming impossibly close which makes you think he’s going to kiss you. You really wish he did.

The fingers in your hair started moving caressing your scalp with gentle touches and twisting the ends. Your eyes close on their own accord your lips part to say something but nothing comes out as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers playing with your hair.

Is this a dream? It certainly feels like it. Placing a thumb on your cheekbone Yoongi outlines your face with careful strokes. ” Since when do you like me? Answer me Y/N.”

Wettening your dry lips you gather the courage to search for an answer in his dark pools of blackness. You tell him everything. The moment you fell in love with him. Everything you’ve been feeling but was too afraid to voice out. He knows now that you’re in love with him and it makes you vulnerable. Does he feel the same? What does this position mean to him?

Is it possible it’s not just you? You see him follow the motion of your mouth – placing a finger over your soft lips before looking up to meet your vulnerable gaze.

”Please Yoongi tell me you like me too.” You know he wouldn’t play with your feelings like that – but you need to hear it. You’re scared. You want this to be true. Yoongi sees the distress on your face and straightens the lines on your forehead with his fingers.

”I had a long and very awkward talk with Jimin on the day of your graduation that you probably don’t know about. You turned 19 so I wanted to ask him if it would be okay to ask you out on a date. He didn’t want to let me but I insisted until he agreed.” Yoongi cringes as he remembers the conversation.

You tilt your head to the side it’s the first time you’re hearing this. Jimin never mentioned it but it’s not like you guys talked a lot. Your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach at the realisation that he had the permission to ask you out but he chooses to not act on it. Does this mean he changed his mind?

”What happened? Why didn’t you ask me out then?” You need to know why he never said a word about this before. Why he never asked.

”I overheard your conversation with your friend before the dinner celebration. You said you’re not interested in dating and you would say no if anyone asked. I know it’s silly but I chickened out because of it.” Yoongi looked away bashfully, the confusion dissolved and a new kind of realisation took its place. That conversation…oh no. You remember that conversation.

Your friend tried to convince you to date Hongbin – that guy who was Jimin’s classmate. You didn’t want to obviously because even back then you were in love with Yoongi.

You started laughing at the absurdness of the situation. If you don’t pick up that call maybe you would be together or at the very least he would have asked you out. You had no idea he heard you, but it makes sense he thought you would reject him.

”You’re stupid. I said that because I didn’t want to date Hongbin because I was already in love with you.”

It’s hard to believe for all those years he liked you, Yoongi, your friend. The best kind of adrenalin is surging through your entire body and it helps you make a bold decision as you place a chaste kiss on his mouth, just a quick press of lips but you feel like you’re swimming in between the clouds.

”Fuck. That sucks but I’m glad at least I know now. We could always make up for the lost time.”

The curse word that left his lips is sexy. It makes you feel things. He’s thinking about something else – less sexual – as his eyes close in frustration, probably thinking that you two would have been together for years if he properly made a move on you.

His eyes fixate on your lips, capturing the flesh of your bottom lip with purpose. Asking for permission to enter the cave of your mouth – to make up for lost times. You taste each other for the first time as your tongues dance together feverishly. A moan is swallowed by his lips and you get lost in his touches.

After that hot first kiss, Yoongi stayed the night and more kisses were shared between the sheets more pure and innocent ones as you fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

The lego pieces are finally put together.

And things drastically changed between you. A welcomed change. –You went on cute dates and held hands in public you were over the moon. He finally introduced you as his girlfriend. No one seemed surprised and even Jimin congratulated you without any remarks added in the end.

Kissed in his room when no one was looking with you perched on his lap which led to heated make-out sessions but nothing crazy took place. You didn’t have sex yet. Yoongi wanted to take it slow for you and you agreed. You just wanted to be with him.

”What are you up to shortcake?” His head lay heavily on your shoulder to look over what you were doing. You smiled at the nickname – you didn’t think he would be a guy to be into that but you were pleasantly surprised that he liked to call you sweet names when it was just the two of you.

You turned your head to peck his cheek before you focus back on the movie playing on the tv.

”Just watching something on the tv.” You replied sweetly. Yoongi had to finish his project for a class so you haven’t seen him exit his bat cave – he’s been cooped up in his room all day only coming out to make more coffee. He ate the food you prepared in his room still rehearsing his work.

Yoongi occasionally surprised you by kissing the top of your head as he was passing by the living room to the coffee maker – appreciating your presence even if you were doing different things. You came over because you missed him but you respect his will to finish his work first.

”I’m almost done.” He promises with another kiss. You’ve been hearing him say that for the last couple of hours.

The day went by fast while you were relaxing but you’re still surprised by how dark it is outside when you look over to the window. You should leave soon if you want to catch the last bus home.

Yoongi seemingly lost track of time too because when you step into his room he’s deeply engrossed in his work still. You found him leaning over his equipment making adjustments when you cleared your throat to catch his attention.

Confused about why you’re wearing your coat and appear to be ready to leave but it takes one look at the clock to realise the time. This is around the time you would normally leave because of your bus. He peeks at the clock rereading the time as he sheepishly strokes the side of his neck - you see that an apology coming before he even starts forming the first syllable.

”You don’t need to apologise. Your work is important but it’s getting late and I should catch my bus. I came to tell you.” You showed him a tired smile.

You stayed up late to finish your assignments. You haven’t got much sleep as you wanted to come here first thing in the morning to see Yoongi. You’re sad that you couldn’t spend much time with him but you don’t blame him for being busy. Exams are coming up and you know you won’t be able to meet for a while. You know how much this degree means to him. He’s getting busier as he gets closer to the finishing line.

”Come here baby.”

Yoongi pouts and beckons you to get close you can’t say no to that face. Even though you should really leave if you want to arrive home before it gets too dark.

”You should get some rest too, you’re working so hard. I’m very proud of you, you know that right?”

Carding your fingers through his hair lazily – his hands circle around your waist. Getting comfortable as he rests his head on your chest and pulls you to stand between his legs. Yoongi starts kissing his way up on your neck before he invites your mouth to mould against his in a sweet kiss.

”I don’t deserve you. You’re too good to me.” Caressing your hipbone his fingers dip lower as he drags his warm palm over your thighs. ”So. Good. I’m. The. Luckiest guy. In. The. World.” Stressing the words out between kisses he delivers each caress of his lips with care and love. He misses you too. You smile into the last one before pulling back removing the dark locks that dare to interfere with his vision with delicate hands. It feels nice. You don’t want this moment to end but you really have to get ready to leave.

”Baby, are you trying to distract me so I would stay the night?” Yoongi’s ears turn pink shifting uncomfortably as soon as he got caught in the act of his coy. This shy and affectionate side of him causes your heart to skip several beats.

It’s always endearing to see him squirm under your observant gaze he always has new ways to show you why you fell in love with him in the first place.

”I’ll stay, but..” You emphasize the ’but’ that results in another pout from the man in front of you.

”You have to say it. Say you want me to stay.” You say it in a sing-song voice. You give him a peck on the lips that he tries to chase after you pull back but you don’t let him deepen it not before he tells you.

He’s not the most verbal man out there, but you don’t mind that you have to work for his affection from time to time and he always gives you what you want in the end. He can’t resist you.

”Please, stay.”

And you do.

You’re subconsciously rolling to the other side of the bed to feel his body next to yours – you search for Yoongi’s hand blindly under the covers without making a real effort to open your eyes.

There’s morning light filtering through the curtains but you have no desire to move.

It’s cold outside the covers so you abandon your side of the bed to scoot closer to Yoongi’s warmth who’s still fast asleep. The moment feels domestic as you carefully rest your head on his chest. You would love to wake up to this every day.

His eyelashes flutter kissing the skin of his cheek at your cold touch and his lips move in a pout. His breathing evening out – you trace patterns on his smooth skin and follow the dip of his collarbone and shoulder blades with your fingertips. Your lips map out the same path before you arrive at his slightly furrowed brows in his sleep and you place a light kiss there – a little secret between you and his body.

You’re laying on the bed wide awake listening to both of you breathing.

You take a deep breath and prop yourself up on your elbows facing your sleeping beauty boyfriend and watch his eyelids twitch with motion. Careful to keep your touches light you place a few curly strands of hair behind his ears. You don’t want to wake him up. He’s just so unresistible you can’t keep your hands to yourself.

You stop before you could get too carried away and wake him up for real so you roll to your side to get to your previous position maybe try to get back to sleep as well. Unaware that he’s already up enjoying your sweet touches. Sleepy Yoongi has other plans as he pulls you back by tangling his fingers into your bed hair and pulling you on his lips.

He doesn’t guide your head further as you take control of the kiss. More than eager to continue what he started. He’s following your lead like he’s in hypnosis – in between the line of being asleep and awake you hold his cheeks in your palm and caress the soft skin there tenderly. Your lips are dreamy, warm and wet when you push your tongue beyond the seam of his lips and taste him with a flick of your tongue over the roof of his mouth. You drink up his moans and seal them against your lips.

”Good morning.” You smile into one of his kisses.

You’re licking into his mouth as if he’s the first drop of water to your dry throat you’re greedy, you’re growing impatient with your exploration – you want to drown in his taste his scent. It all surrounds you like a warm blanket.

”Morning.”

You comfortably lay your body weight on him after he encourages you to get on top with little taps of his fingers on your hipbone. Palm flattening across your skin as his firm hold closes around your waist. He’s so sexy you enjoy morning Yoongi a lot and his voice is so deep when he just woke up.

You have to break the kiss eventually to come up for air and his lips move to your neck.

He couldn’t bear the thought of not tasting your skin. Yoongi’s mouth moves down exploring the unmarked canvas of skin and leaving reminders for later scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth just to run his hot tongue over the abused area soothing the pain with kitten licks. Igniting a fire in the pit of your belly. Your panties are soaking wet and clinging to your folds begging to be touched.

Your core throbs when his teeth enclose your earlobe and he nibbles. You shiver and writhe under his skilful lips and fingers. Your thighs rub together still tangled in the sheets when his hands explore your bare back under the oversized shirt. The shirt you borrowed from him hides you well but gives him more room to roam underneath the fabric. He likes to see you in his clothes but he would like it better if it would be on the floor already.

He’s feeling for the clasp of your bra his mind all over the place but realises you don’t have one on and it just makes his job easier. Also, who wears their bra to sleep? Big hands grip your waist and move your body back and forth for delicious friction and your mind go blank. His long fingers are digging into the flesh of your ass as he uses his strength to move you.

You both start panting and your heart is picking up speed – the volume of his moans increases as you roll your hips naturally placing your bodies together like puzzle pieces. You can feel your body heat up from the intimacy of what the position brings and your head is still foggy with the aftermath of sleep as dormant desires take control.

”You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You feel dizzy as your back meets the comforter Yoongi hovering over your heated body barely covered by his shirt and your panties. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear distracting you from his insistent biting and licking the flesh behind your ears before he continues his descend. Following the lines and curves of your body with his hands and mouth – not leaving an inch of your skin unloved. Not moving lower until he kissed an apology to every bruise and hickey he sucked onto your immaculate skin. Proudly coating his gifts in his saliva leaving a wet trail between your breasts.

”Can I?” Your heart flutters as he asks for permission. You say yes in a heartbeat.

Yoongi rolls your shirt up until the fabric is stretched around the upper side of your boobs. Showering your collarbones with kisses before rolling the material up further to lick a fat stripe starting from your stomach to the underside of your heaving breasts.

”Yoongi-ah fuck please.” Pushing the shirt up entirely he has the best view of your naked chest moving rapidly up and down with each breath. His warm palm covers your perky mound before he leans down to suck a nipple into his wet mouth and suck a bruise onto the underside of your breast as he kneads the other one like it’s silky dough using circular motions to toy with your pink nipple.

The way his soft hair brushes against your skin with every lick and suck adds to the sensation. You can’t keep your eyes open as the overwhelming feeling of his mouth devouring your flesh numbs everything else. Pale fingers slide easily over your tits that are slick with his spit trailing the other one and down following the lines of your ribcage to find the last barrier separating your bodies. Your underwear.

Reaching for one of his hands you intertwine them next to your head kissing him with renewed fervour you don’t want him to ever stop touching you. Gripping his hand tighter Yoongi’s lips turned more eager to reintroduce himself to your taste. Kisses turning open-mouthed. The clash of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance.

Stretching the fabric to accommodate two of his fingers he first begins by rubbing slow shapes over your puffy lips collecting your arousal and rubbing it onto your clit in figures. Parting your folds to feel your wet heat directly on his fingers he dips the first digit in – just the tip.

Your core throbs under his touch and a whiny moan climb its way up your throat the sound elicits him to smile into the valley of your breasts.

Yoongi enters the first digit fully but it leaves your warmth too soon as your walls try to keep him inside. Your boyfriend chuckles into your clammy skin your pussy eagerly tightens around his leisure fingering. Peppering your stomach and tits with kisses before he hooks his index into the band of your underwear and starts sliding down the material down your legs agonisingly slowly.

Your arousal is smeared around your thighs as your panties are removed. You hide behind your hands as he opens up your legs exposing your core to the cold morning air and his ogling eyes. Yoongi caresses your legs up and down to help you calm down and get over your embarrassment of being nude in front of him for the first time.

His fingers leave a wet trail behind as he grips your inner thighs to keep them apart. You yelp when he plunges the first finger back into your core without warning.

There’s no place for shyness. His hungry eyes shamelessly follow the movements of his one digit as he thrusts it in and out of your fluttering hole. Curling it to find the spot that makes you moan the loudest and use it against you to fuck the shyness out of you.

You don’t need a wild imagination to picture his smirking face behind your eyelids – watching each twitch of your lips and every flutter of your eyelashes to his fingers curling and uncurling in you.

The stretch fades soon that he needs to add another finger in the mix. He starts preparing you for his cock.

Your eyes are dreamy prettily glossed over as you watch Yoongi work his magic your mouth open with the sole purpose to call out his name.

His eyes never leave you as he commits every inch of your body into memory. Monitoring your reactions and filing them into little boxes in his mind to remember for later. His touches adjust to your needs.

He knows how to introduce the third finger without that uncomfortable burning stretch dulling your pleasure. It seems like he already figured you out.

Pushing you closer to the edge of your first orgasm for the day and it’s only just the beginning. If he knows how to use his dick half as good as he fingers you open with his long pale digits you don’t think you’ll ever have to fake an orgasm again.

He figured out every weakness of yours in minutes. Knows where to curl or how hard to go for your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

Yoongi licks his lips at the visual of your pink tones glistening in the morning light. You feel his hair brush against your thighs first then his tongue flatten over your rosy bud.

You’re moving with him like clockwork following the rhythm he dictates bucking into his fingers when they’re knuckles deep in your cunt until you’re creaming around his fingers with his lips attached to your enlarged clit.

He had to press down with his free hand on your stomach to keep your hips pinned to the bed as the waves of euphoria washed over you.

Having to multitask between holding you down and flicking his tongue over your nub as you cum around his fingers makes it messy. Your cum drips down his hands thickly that he eagerly swallows up. Cleans around your folds until his entire face is drenched in your juices.

You’re too spent to hit him when he looks down on you with a pleased look etched into his features. Almost cocky.

Inserting three of his fingers into your sensitive core makes you mewl. It’s too soon to not hurt a little. They glide inside of you effortlessly. You’re not ready to feel his tongue toying with your clit or his fingers move inside you in scissoring motions. You let out a loud moan you feel your pussy pulse and contract around his digits.

The stretch fades when he removes his fingers in a sudden decision just as sudden as he sank them in you. His mouth collects the wetness oozing from your core pushing it back into your walls with his pink muscle. Prodding your hole with the tip of his tongue a couple of times not reaching as deep as his fingers but managing to keep you on your toes. Just tethering over the edge but never pushed over – until his finger joined forces on your clit and started rubbing you in tight circles while his tongue continuously lapped at your essence burying his face in your cunt.

”Good girl. Just like that- fuck. Cum around my fingers again.” You came a second time with your entire body shaking in his hold his fingers slipping inside. A fresh gush of your cum is welcomed by Yoongi’s greedy mouth as he holds your legs apart and helps you ride out the rest of your high with lazy laps across your core.

The room spins around you when you finally open your eyes to look at him. Still licking the remains of your orgasm out of your sensitive cunt collecting the droplets of your post-orgasmic bliss but he obediently climbs your body to meet your kiss. You pull on his hair which earns a loud noise in turn – using the opening of his mouth to taste yourself.

”Can I have you?” You ask leading your shaky hands up his torso and gripping his shoulders for leverage. You wouldn’t be able to keep yourself up if it weren’t for his hands holding you firmly by the waist as you straddle his lap. You plant a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth but it leaves him unsatisfied – he slips a finger under your chin to tilt it up for a real kiss.

”You had me all this time. Ouch. Why did you do that?” Yoongi lifts an eyebrow when you hit him on his chest. You didn’t even hit him hard but you still rub the skin with your thumb in comfort circles.

Yoongi has you caged under him within seconds. He puts his weight on his knees on either side of your hips as he hovers over your form resting his hands curled around the headboard for stability. If you haven’t seen him between your legs feasting on your arousal – you would be flushed red from the view of his face his lips swollen and chin smeared with your cum. His fingers would probably shine if the light hit his skin just right. He pays it no mind as he holds your gaze still waiting for an answer.

”I wanted to have sex with you for the longest time and you can’t even take me seriously.” You talk in pout which shouldn’t make his cock twitch in his boxers but it does. You try poking his chest with your finger but he’s faster than you pinning your hand to the sheets next to your head.

”I thought I took you very seriously just now.” A playful smirk appears on his handsome face as he licks his lips – probably still tasting you on his tongue.

Your face heats at the implication of his words, you’re speechless as he’s clearly toying with your sanity here. You look away – your timidness is back as you wrap your hands around his waist while he kicks your knees apart with his thighs.

”I’m just teasing you baby. I feel the same way.” His gaze softens when your eyes lock – the morning light creates a halo around your head you’re so beautiful it takes his breath away – the tender shimmer is only there for a second before lust swallows it fully. Yoongi moves your intertwined fingers over the bulge still prominent in his underwear. He’s aching. Tasting you did this to him. He’s so turned on his cock feels neglected and wants your fingers around his erection and your mouth on his tip to taste him too.

”I’ve been dying to fuck you.” Placing his larger hand over yours he guides your movements to rub him over the material of his boxers. His breath hitches in his throat when you start palming him with confident hands. He doesn’t need to encourage you as you want to touch him just as bad as he craves it.

”Then why didn’t you?” Feeling bold from his reaction you slowly start pulling down his boxers – treating the garment the same way as he did with your panties. You remove it halfway –slowly dragging your nails over his exposed skin – until it’s straining against his muscular thighs. His cock springs free of his confines the curvy tip smearing precum on his lower belly as it stands to attention. The shaft is swollen and wet when you teasingly caress it with a single finger from base to top and watch his cock twitch against his stomach from the light stimulation. His gaze is fixed on your playful fingers.

Anticipation builds in the pit of his stomach when he feels your soft hand grasp his shaft. His hand is resting over yours for a moment guiding your fingers up and down his cock until you don’t need his help to move the way he likes it – he teaches you silently the pressure and the speed he likes to use on his cock – and his fingers grip the headboard next to your head, his knuckles turning white once you take over.

”I didn’t want to pressure you. Wanted to go slow with you because you deserve the best. Don’t think it wasn’t hard for me at all to hold back when you were walking around in those shorts. I took so many cold showers to get my boner to go down – you have no idea baby. How hard you make me.” Yoongi buries his head into your shoulder using your skin to muffle his moans as he pours his heart out in filthy undertones. You rub your thighs together feeling the pressure build in your pussy even after two mind-blowing orgasms.

”And yesterday when I saw you in my shirt fuck I wanted to rip it off you so bad. You looked so irresistible wearing my shirt to bed and I haven’t seen you for so fucking long.” You remove his underwear all the way so nothing will separate you from him before you take him into your mouth.

”And who’s fault is that?” You ask while delivering harder pumps collecting more precum from the swollen red tip. His moans turn up in volume and get whinier as his cock twitches in your palm with every precise flick of your wrist.

Yoongi spreads his leg now that he has the room allowing you to change your position as he rests against the pillows with his hands behind his head. Relaxed because now’s your time to take care of him.

”I’ll make more time for you baby I promise.” Yoongi kisses your neck lovingly. It could be one of those sweet moments if your hands were not full of his dick.

He knows he will like everything you do because it’s your lips wrapped around his tip and your hands moving up and down the rest of his length.

He did so well focusing on you forgetting about his pleasure in favour of yours.

His member stands proudly you supporting the base with your hand the wet tip glistens as you run circles over it with your thumb. Yoongi tries to keep his noises down you’re not the only ones in the apartment but you want to hear him it doesn’t matter to you who else does so you decide to test his limits.

You want to hear more and get the full experience of his moans and grunts so you collect the lubricant from his tip and smear it down his entire length to aid your moves.

You increase the tightness of your fingers wrapped around him as you jerk him off. His hands fly to grip your shoulders his muscles contract when you continuously place pressure on his cock not neglecting his tip as you swirl your tongue over the wide head. He’s fighting off his release as he bites his lips raw.

His bite comes as a surprise he uses your body to keep his voice down.

The sudden pain from his love bite makes your hand tighten around his cock it earns a loud moan that he could barely seal against the juncture of your neck his warm breath hitting your skin as he inhales sharply.

”Baby stop or I’ll cum.” You slow down but you don’t stop. His dick pulses in your hold ready to burst when it rips a growl from Yoongi’s throat he squeezes your hand with his around his cock panting as he tries to hold back from cumming on your face. You’re proud of yourself when you see his red face and dilated pupils.

You let him take over after he calmed down. Take his place between your spread legs as he teasingly rubs his cock along your wet folds. You want him inside and you show your impatience by bucking your hips into his – your pussy is aching from being empty for so long.

”Yoongi,” He looks at you when you call his name. You look serious so he halts in his way to lining himself up with your entrance giving you his undivided attention.

He thinks he might have done something you didn’t like so he stops entirely no matter how hard his cock twitches to be inside you already. But it’s the opposite as you peck his lips before continuing. ”I love you.”

The sweetest gummy smile appears on his face at your confession. Eyes radiating fondness and love as he cups your cheeks to pull you into a long and passionate kiss. ”I love you too.”

Yoongi fishes a condom out of his wallet that was left on his nightstand. His fingers tear the wrapper with practised motions and roll the latex down his cock under your watchful gaze. He gives his wrapped cock a couple of pumps to test the flexibility of the condom and when he’s sure it won’t rip he returns to his place between your legs.

”I love you.” The repeated confession ends in a moan whispered against the seam of your smiling lips as he pushes the tip in. Parting your folds with his fat cock he delves in slow and steady. He showers your neck and chest with kisses once his entire length is in you and waits for your pussy to adjust to his size before he moves.

You move his hair out of the way to see his face and dark eyes. Sweat collects at his hairline that you wipe away with your thumb. You kiss his cheek, his temple, the tip of his nose and his left brow – you get lost in the bubble of your intimate kisses with his cock deeply nestled in your heat.

The first few thrust of his hip is calculated and slow. You’re so wet that when Yoongi drags his cock in and out he’s pushing your arousal out with his movements and drops of your cum from before roll down between your buttcheeks and stain the bedsheets.

Your hands hold onto his waist your nails dragging down his sides as he picks up his tempo and watches with hooded eyes as he disappears inside of you. The condom is thickly lubricated with your cum and collecting arousal.

”You feel so good.” Moan after moan leaves your chapped lips your back arching to get closer to his warm body chasing your pleasure with synced thrusts of your own hips. Yoongi considers telling you to be quiet but he doesn’t want to disturb the moment so he lets you moan his name as loud as you want.

His fingers rub your clit whilst his cock split your folds diving into your heat faster and harder until the headboard bumps against the wall loudly with the power of his thrusts.

”Gonna cum for me again?” Yoongi questions you breathlessly his pace is relentless as he feels the signs of your approaching need for release. You’re getting tighter you squeeze him so good he has to close his eyes to prevent cumming in the condom before you let go.

Yoongi keeps your body pinned to the mattress imprinting his touch onto your skin as he fucks you into the sheets. You raise your hips in time with his thrusts spreading your legs apart as far as they can go to feel him deeper.

He’s getting lost in the feeling of your warm walls surrounding him, squeezing him as your third orgasm washes over you more intense than the previous ones. It’s a lewd picture when you look at where you’re connected – his latex wrapped cock is shimmering with your cum drenched in your release when he pulls back.

He’s close as he fucks your buttered cunt so pink and swollen but you let him use you to get off. Spread wide open for him. He’s chasing his own high satisfied to fuck your cum out of you for now – he hopes that later you will let him fuck his own cum out of you but it’s a discussion for another time. Yoongi takes in your expression – your half-lidded eyes and open mouth as you moan his name. He hisses when you leave red marks on his back with your nails as he fucks your overstimulated pussy. He’s so close he picks up his pace so close to cumming that his eyes are unwillingly close when he empties himself into the condom.

He wishes that his hot cum was filling your insides instead and he would sloppily fuck it into you cover you with his sticky release everywhere.

Yoongi is thoughtful to pull out slowly knowing that you’re highly sensitive. He knots the end of the condom and trashes it in the bin next to his bed. Once he’s done cleaning you up he settles beside you again and buries his head in the space between your breasts.

You play with his hair enjoying the quiet morning together before you have to get up in your post-orgasm bliss. No one is up yet but the sun. Neither of you is keen to start the day right away. However, Yoongi wouldn’t mind waking up early if he gets to fuck you like this every morning. Listening to the sound of the wind outside as you lay in each other’s arms. You caress each other’s naked bodies and share more kisses before you eventually get up to take a shower.

Jin comes to collect you just when you got dressed and freshly out of the shower. Fortunately, Yoongi had already gotten up to take a shower so he didn’t have to see his friend naked. It would have been awkward. You remember you promised to help make Jimin’s cake so you follow him into the kitchen. He didn’t mention if he heard you and you’re thankful for that as you start cracking the eggs.

”Happy Birthday!”

You all shout when Jimin unlocks the door to the apartment. He’s sweaty from the gym Jungkook follows him in with a smile (knowing he did a good job distracting his friend to buy you time to prepare all of this) as Jimin stops in his tracks to take in the decoration and your grinning faces. Your brother laughs as the surprise wears off.

You watch them fool around with a smile your fingers intertwined with Yoongi’s as you observe them from the sideline. Playfully tackling each other Taehyung says proudly how his gift will be the best as he gets the birthday boy in a headlock. Feature chaos is unlocked in the apartment as everyone’s volume goes up to outspeak each other everyone’s excited.

Jin comes out with the cake you two prepared freshly out from the fridge. Following tradition, he gets frosting smeared on his nose before you cut the cake.

Lively conversation fills the room as you sit down and enjoy the gifts and food.

You’re confused when Jimin suddenly points an accusing hand in your boyfriend’s direction as if he suddenly remembered something.

”Dating my sister is one thing Hyung but hearing you guys have sex in the next room is something I will never want to hear again.” Jimin shudders as if this memory is bringing him trauma. Everyone laughs except for you two as you both blush and look away from your brother. You should have known he won’t let this go that easily.

”I guess it’s time for that conversation sis –”

”Jimin!” You yell his name – trying to shut him up with your palm over his mouth but he’s quick on his feet.

”Always use protection!” You roll your eyes and sit back down sulking when you feel Yoongi’s hands wrap around your shoulder rubbing sweet circles onto your skin. You’re related of course you have a comeback you smirk and crack your knuckles.

”I’ll listen to you if you do what you preach first. How many pregnancy scares did your girlfriend have?” Jimin looks at you like you grew a second head.

”That’s a low blow attacking me with my kink! Do you realise your boyfriend has the same kink I do?” In fact, you didn’t know as your eyes grow big. You look to the side to catch your boyfriend’s eyes but Yoongi’s is narrowed down on your brother. Traitor. He conveys without words.

”Don’t get me into your mess.” Yoongi pulls you closer just to spite Jimin he kisses you on the lips. He smirks once his best friend finally shuts up. What a mess indeed.

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The Stars In His Eyes...The Hate In Your Heart | It's Like Dancing On Moonbeams

↳Hoseok x f.Reader ⤜ Non-Idol, Brother's Best Friend, Enemies to Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 10,595 ⚠️ Crass language, hurt feelings, BIG misunderstandings, mild childhood misogyny, childhood abuse, shared trauma, mentions of alcoholism/drinking leading to the arrest of a parent, kissing, safe word/consent, mild dom!Reader sub!Hoseok, clit grinding/cock rubbing, penetration denial, nipple tweaking, biting, unprotected v. sex, cum eating/worship, oral f. receiving

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Branches claw at your face and snag in your hair as you mindlessly stumble through the trees—your vision blurs, hot tears thundering down your cheeks in a torrent you can’t control. The echo of Namjoon’s words clangs around in your head, making you feel disoriented.

The toe of one of your shoes catches a humping tree root, and you go down hard. Blood fills your mouth as your teeth chomp your tongue with the jarring fall. Quiet sobs shake your chest as you push yourself up and stumble forward again, absently brushing the dirt and debris from your abraded palms.

Thankfully, your father is still gone when you swing open the backdoor and shuffle inside. You kick off your shoes in the small mudroom, quickly disappearing into your shared room. The beds are small, with just a few feet of creaking floorboards separating them and a small window between the headboards.

The closet has a small chest of drawers shoved under the few dozen hanging items of clothing, half the drawers yours and half Namjoon’s. You pull open your top drawer, grabbing a clean pair of long pajama pants. They’re threadbare but comfortable and will cover the welts.

Namjoon comes in through the back door long after you make a small pot of rice for dinner. There’s dirt covering the knees of his khakis, and sweat makes the strands of his hair stick together on his forehead.

“Father went to town?” he asks, his voice pitched low as he comes in behind where you’re washing up the few dishes you used for dinner.

You set the dishes on the drying rack on the counter, grabbing a towel to dry your hands before turning to face him. “He left this morning after breakfast.”

Relief is evident on Namjoon’s face. “Any idea when he’ll be back?”

“He had an appointment to discuss the harvest. I imagine he’ll be home late or early tomorrow, same as always.” You know your voice has a coldness, and you know Namjoon is picking up on it.

“Everything okay?”

Anger burns in your belly, upsetting the meager meal you just finished. “Everything’s fine,” you say, stepping around him to go to your room. “I’m going to bed early. Try to be quiet.”

“Whoa, Kitty!” Namjoon grabs your arm as you try to pass him. “Why are you limping?”

Jerking your arm from his grip, you bare your teeth at him. “It’s nothing.”

“That’s not nothing. I can clearly see you’re in pain. What did he do to you?” Namjoon’s eyes bore into yours, panic lacing his question. He’s as familiar with your father’s belt as you are.

“I said it’s nothing, so it’s nothing. Just leave it, okay?” You shove away from him, wincing against the ache in your thighs as you try not to limp as noticeably. “Not like you care what I have to say anyway.” They’re whispered words, but you’re sure you said them loud enough that Namjoon would hear. In part, you want him to ask again. You want to know he cares about your opinion, regardless of what Hoseok said by the lake. But he doesn’t say anything more or ask again…

You curl up in your bed, facing the wall, with your back to Namjoon when he finally slides into his bed. You can hear him tossing and turning for a while before the noise is replaced with his soft, even breathing.

The first tear slides into your hair as you realize you’ve lost him. Namjoon no longer needs you the way he once did. That reality can only be placed at one person's feet—Jung Hoseok.

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You startle awake, heart in your throat. Your pillow is wet, soaked with tears still sliding down your cheeks. Scrubbing at your cheeks angrily, you throw back the blanket and swing your legs over the side of your bed.

“Fuck,” you lament, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes. “Fuck!” The frustration quivers through your limbs, followed by emotional fatigue. You tap the screen of your phone sitting on your bedside table. It’s only 5 AM.

The argument with Hoseok yesterday and the consequential retelling of the day when you were thirteen stayed with you seemingly all night. It’s been years since you’ve dreamed of that day, the nightmare usually only brought on by an intense argument with Namjoon.

An uncomfortable heat lingers on the backs of your thighs as if your body still remembers what the snap of your father’s belt felt like. You haven’t seen your father since you and Namjoon moved out at eighteen. The last you heard, he’d ended up in prison because of a drunken brawl that landed a man permanently in a wheelchair.

Namjoon visited him briefly once, just to ensure legal matters were covered with the then-vacant farmhouse. You both agreed to sell it once the paperwork was finalized and you received rights to it. It’s a place you both never wanted to see again.

Pressing a hand against your chest, over your fluttering heart, you take a slow and deep breath to help calm yourself. Grabbing your phone, you click into your text thread with Namjoon and send him a message to call you when he’s available. You put your phone aside, and the day slips by in a blur of mundane things. A few times, you catch yourself staring at Hoseok’s contact—rightfully saved as Jung He-really-sucks—in your phone, but never more than that.

The only response you get from Namjoon is a quick text saying he and Jin are super busy, but if it’s crucial, he can swing by the apartment sometime between meetings. You let it slide without wanting to add more stress to your brother’s plate. Hoseok might be right in that you need to have a conversation with Namjoon, but at this point, there are far more important matters than your fifteen years of hurt feelings right now.

You manage to get through the next two weeks without having another falling out with Hoseok. From the outside looking in, people would assume you’re at least cordial with one another. Though, that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, you haven’t even communicated directly with him since the day you had your argument. Instead, you’ve been childishly only communicating with him through Yoongi.

Yoongi doesn’t mind being the middleman. He knows you well enough to understand what you need regarding Hoseok. In the short time you were with Yoongi, you may have divulged some of the darker secrets about how you feel. So, he takes it in stride when you use him as a conduit and has been a saving grace in keeping Hoseok at least six degrees removed from your bubble.

That is, until the day of Namjoon’s wedding. Nothing in the world can keep you away from Hoseok, then. The thought of wrapping your arm around his as you walk down the aisle to stand at Namjoon’s side has sweat slicking down your spine. You blot a tissue along your temples. Taking a fortifying breath, you knock softly on the door before you.

“If you’re Jin, go away!” Your brother’s voice is muffled through the door but no less humor-filled.

“Not Jin,” you call.

There’s distinct shuffling on the other side. “Oh, thank fuck,” Namjoon gushes, shoving the door open just enough to let you slip into the room. “He’s been trying to trick me into letting him see me for the last hour!”

“Do you really believe in those can’t-see-the-bride-before-the-wedding superstitions?” you question, looking around the small space he’s getting ready in.

The room is a mess—flowers and discarded articles of clothing cover nearly every surface. Namjoon is half-dressed in nothing but boxers, long black socks, and a white tank top with his periwinkle-colored dress shirt open over it.

“It’s not that.” His cheeks pink as he turns away from you.

You purse your lips in curiosity. “Then what is it?”

His eyes flick to yours over his shoulder. Namjoon noisily clears his throat. “You don’t want to know.”

“Jin wants to fuck you, doesn’t he? ‘Ravage the bride and steal her innocence’ kind of thing.” You laugh as Namjoon swings around and gawks at you. “Chill out. You tried to scratch out that in your notebook, but I could still read what he wrote. It’s cute, in a dark romance novel kind of way.”

Namjoon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “I would indulge him, but I’m worried he’ll ruin my clothes or make me lose focus.”

“Don’t worry, brother dearest. I’m sure Jin would put you back together after breaking your back.”

The scandalized look he gives you makes you laugh again. A sudden knock at the door accompanies it. “Namjoon?” Seokjin’s voice sounds from the other side.

“Sorry, Jin, I’m taking over to get your prince charming ready for the ball,” you call, stepping closer to the door.

The door thumps, rattling on its hinges as if Jin jerked against it. “Oh, uh, umm…sorry, Kitty, I didn’t know you were in there. Ahem, er, well—“

“Don’t worry, lover boy. You can lay claim to my brother’s backside as soon as you say ‘I do’”.

There is a stammered reply from Jin, but it’s too muffled for you to hear it clearly, covered up by the fast retreat of his footsteps. “Fucking hell,” Namjoon sighs dreamily. “I really love that man.”

You can’t help but smile as you look back at your brother, his eyes unfocused as he stares at the door, cheeks still sporting a soft blush. “Let’s get you ready so you can show him just how much you do love him.”

Namjoon hums, moving over to sit in the only chair without something sitting on it. “I don’t want anything too over the top, just a nice style.” He gestures to his unruly hair, the strands flopping haphazardly.

“Don’t worry. I know exactly what Jin will love,” you assure him, offloading the small bag of hair supplies you brought with you. “You know, this reminds me of when we moved out, and you finally let me play with your hair. The platinum blond fauxhawk was really a look, huh?”

“My hair was so dry and fried from all the bleach. You had no idea what you were doing,” he chuckles, ruffling a hand through his thick, inky hair. “Oh, hey, I’m sorry I didn’t call you last week. I know today isn’t exactly a day we’ll have much time for chitchat, but we have a few hours now while we finish getting ready to talk if you want.” He catches your eyes in the vanity mirror on the wall in front of the chair as you step behind him and set your bag on top of a few boxes.

“I don’t know that today is the day for that conversation, Namjoon.”

He shifts in his seat, his back straightening. “What’s going on, Kitty? Talk to me. Now’s probably the best day to take my focus off the stress of something going wrong. Come on. It’ll be like old times.”

You open your mouth, intent on insisting it’s unimportant, but Hoseok’s words echo through your mind. You do need to have a serious conversation with Namjoon, and after today, there’s no telling when you’ll get another chance like this.

“Do you remember, umm…well, I don’t know how to describe that day, at least from my perspective,” you lick your lips, trying to search for the words. Something else Hoseok said catches in your mind. “Can you tell me about the day you told Hoseok about how you really feel about men and women?”

Namjoon stills under your hands, his lips thinning into a stoic line. “Why?”

“He and I had a conversation—an argument, actually, about a certain day, and he says it’s the same day you told him about that. I just, that day, it’s something else for me…and I just want to make sure we both know what day I’m talking about before I actually start talking about it,” the words rush out of you as you wince with the awkwardness of the conversation.

“Is this argument why you haven’t seen nor spoken to him in almost two weeks?” Namjoon raises an eyebrow, staring at you through the mirror.

You tear your eyes from his, busying yourself by grabbing some hair wax and styling pomade from your bag. “It is. He told me I needed to have a serious conversation with you about that day, and well, that’s what it was all about.”

“Let’s talk about it.”

“Can you tell me about that day from your perspective?” you tentatively ask, unscrewing the lid to the pomade.

“I remember climbing out the window, even though you had asked me not to…”

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The sun is still below the horizon, but the heat is already threatening to choke Namjoon. Summers in the countryside are brutal, sticky, and uncomfortable. He wonders if you’ll be okay with sleeping with the window open tonight in hopes of a breeze to cool down the stifling inner atmosphere of your shared room.

Namjoon skirts around the toolshed in the back, heading straight for the line of trees on the edge of the property. He doesn’t dare look back, fearing if he sees the disappointed look in your eyes, he’ll immediately climb back in through the window.

If he’s lucky, Hoseok will already be waiting for him at the lake, and they can get a quick dip in before Namjoon spills his guts. It’s been on his mind for weeks now to come clean with his new friend. He might have only met Hoseok at the start of last school year, but in that time, they’ve grown increasingly closer.

As much as Namjoon loves you, it's refreshing having another guy's perspective, especially as Namjoon grows into his teenage years. Things are changing, his body is changing, and there is just some stuff he’d rather not talk to you about. Private things, awkward and weird things—things that make his heart beat a little harder to think about.

“Namjoon!” His name echoes from his right. He slows his steps, peering between the towering trees until he catches a flash of white in the dim light breaching the overhead canopy. As he approaches the voice, the sun slides over the horizon, but the rays are thready and weak through the thick tree cover.

Hoseok comes into view a few moments later, carrying a covered basket in one arm and two folded towels in the other. “Hey, man,” Namjoon greets his smiling friend, feeling lighter already.

Green onion pancakes and boiled eggs sit in the pit of Namjoon’s stomach as he watches his friend skip rocks across the shimmering surface of the small lake. The cleared ground between two fallen trees makes the perfect picnic spot. The pancakes, eggs, and thermos of water Hoseok brought were easy to eat as they sat on the rocky shore by the placid water.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen the new bruises on your arm,” Hoseok says, casually skipping another rock out over the lake. “What happened this time?”

Hoseok doesn’t know everything that goes on in your house. Namjoon has only told him vague details, mostly leaving out what your father does to you. He’s sure if someone else found out his father raised a hand to you, they’d confront him, and that would only make matters worse—your words, not his when he first broached the subject right after your mom left. Everyone else in the community paid no heed to the Kim children and the map of discoloration that occasionally dots their skin. That’s just how it is living out here.

Namjoon tugs down the cuff of his short sleeve, trying to cover the distinct fingertip bruises on his upper arm. “Father has a short temper regarding chores around the farm. It’s nothing new. I knew I would get in trouble when I didn’t finish my chores before sundown yesterday.”

A grunt comes from Hoseok as he launches another stone. The rest of the rocks in his hand clatter around his feet as he turns to face Namjoon. “That’s my fault, isn’t it? If I hadn’t asked you to hang out yesterday afternoon, you would have finished on time.”

Shrugging, Namjoon dismisses the subject, setting his focus on the reason he wanted to meet Hoseok this morning. He wets his lips, eyes flicking over Hoseok’s features. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

Hoseok quirks a slight smile. “You know I’ll always listen to you. What’s up?” he asks, crouching down beside Namjoon, his weight resting on his heels.

Squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath, Namjoon opens his heart to his new friend, hoping the confidence isn’t wasted. “For a long time now, I’ve known that…well, I-I like…not girls.”

“You like knot girls? What’s that? Is that a new comic or something? It sounds kinky.”

Namjoon puffs out his flaming cheeks and shakes his head. “No, it’s uh, not a comic. Not knot girls…but not girls, as in I don’t like girls. As in, I like not girls, but guys.” The words are soft, spoken with trepidation. He watches as emotions flicker over Hoseok’s features before they settle on a soft smile of acceptance.

“Is this how you confess your feelings for me, Joonie?”

Shoving Hoseok’s shoulder playfully, Namjoon snorts a laugh and can’t help but smile. “You wish.”

Hoseok shuffles his feet to keep his balance. “I mean, that’s cool, man. Are you—do other people know, or is this like a secret?”

That’s the hard part. “No one else knows. I’m not sure my dad…” he trails off, rubbing a hand absently over the bruises on his arm.

That sobers the smile on Hoseok’s face instantly. “Right. Okay, that makes sense. Is it hard, you know, to hide that?”

“Hiding is all I can do at the moment. Telling other people—if the wrong people found out…” he trails off. “As much as it sucks, I can’t do that, man. It would mean hell to pay.”

“Would it be as bad as how you feel right now? What’s temporary pain compared to life-long?”

Namjoon knows Hoseok is just probing, curious; making sure Namjoon is thinking about everything. He stands, shoving his hands in his pockets and toeing some loose rocks. “I don’t know. The fallout might not just impact me.”

Hoseok scoffs. “Kitty? What’s she got to do with this? She doesn’t understand as I do. She’s just a stupid girl.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right…” he pauses as he hears a rustle in the leaves behind him before continuing, “but only about her not understanding. She’s not stupid, and she’s not just a girl.” Namjoon narrows his eyebrows, for once irritated at Hoseok. He bites the bullet, breaking your trust, but in a way that he hopes will help Hoseok see beyond the fact that you’re a girl. “If you think these bruises,”—he gestures to the marks on his arm—“are bad, know that they’re nothing compared to what Kitty experiences at the hands of our father.”

Hoseok launches to his feet. “What!?”

Namjoon shakes his head, holding up a hand to stop Hoseok from combusting further. “That’s not the point. All I’m saying is if anyone can understand me, it’s her. I know you just see her as a girl and my annoying sister…but, she’s more than that. I would have told her first, but my main focus right now is understanding what it’s like from a guy's perspective. I need another guy to talk me through it, help me reason out my feelings—a guy I trust.”

There is a distinct change in Hoseok’s body language as he absorbs Namjoon’s words. “Okay, man, I’ll listen. No more bashing on Kitty, I promise.”

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“You told him about Father?” you ask in the quiet following Namjoon’s recollection of that day.

Namjoon turns in his seat to look back at you. Your hands slide from his hair, fingers slicked in pomade, temporarily forgotten. “He’s my best friend, Kitty. I didn’t tell him everything, but enough for him to understand.”

“Okay,” you mumble, chewing on your lip as you mentally go back through Namjoon’s telling.

“Now that I’ve told you everything, what’s so important about that day? What am I missing?”

You can feel heat creeping up your neck and spreading over your cheeks. It wasn’t so bad telling Hoseok about overhearing him and Namjoon that day, but now that you’re faced with telling your brother, it has your heart lurching behind your ribcage.

“That morning, Father asked me where you were after breakfast, and I lied, saying I didn’t know. He strapped me, of course, knowing I was lying. I was so mad at you for sneaking out and putting me in that position.” You shake your head, stopping the interjection you see forming on your brother’s lips. “I went to find you, to tell you off about it. I came upon you and Hoseok by the lake and overheard your conversation.”

“Kitty,” Namjoon says, his brows pinching and his lips turning down. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Well, I only overheard a little bit of the conversation,” you admit. The breath you pull into your lungs does little to soothe you as you continue. “I only overheard a small part…where Hoseok was calling me stupid and telling you I wouldn’t understand because I was just a girl. Then…you said maybe he was right, and well, I left before I heard anything else because I was so pissed off and hurt.”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide in understanding. “You really believed that’s how I felt all these years? Is that why you hate Hoseok so much? Oh fucking hell.”

“Can you blame me?” you ask, shoving your hands back into Namjoon’s hair to continue fixing it. You use your grip on his hair to turn him back to face the mirror. “It’s not like anyone ever listened to me anyway. Not Father, not Mom, and certainly not you.”

“I listened to you,” Namjoon insists. “I’ve always valued what you had to say. You’re the one that shut me out that day. Don’t you remember? I came home, and I could tell you’d been whipped, but instead of talking to me, you pretty much told me to get fucked. You changed that day, Kitty, and I had no idea I did something to cause it. I just assumed you were being a hormonal teenage girl.” You scoff at that. He glares at you in the mirror. “We were kids. What else was I supposed to think?”

That sucks the bite out of the tart reply poised on your tongue. “Yeah, you’re right,” you choose to say instead. Because, as much as it hurts, he is right. It seems you’re just as much to blame as he is, maybe even more so. “Now I really feel like an asshole.”

“Well, yeah,” he lightly laughs. “Fuck, Kitty. Have you really been holding on to this for the last fifteen years?”

“I guess I have. I’m sorry.” You mean it, too. You meet Namjoon’s soft graze through the mirror, finishing the final touch on his hair. “Truly, I am.”

“I’m sorry, too.” He reaches up and catches one of your hands, squeezing it in his. “You’ll always be my sister, but most of all, you’ll always be my best friend. You're still number one, regardless of who else I call my best friend. Don’t ever forget that. I know this doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of addressing the last fifteen years of pent-up feelings, but as soon as Jin and I get back from the honeymoon, we’re going to have a sibling weekend, okay? Just the two of us and an industrial-sized box of tissues.”

You reflect the smile on your brother’s face. “I think I’d like that.”

His eyebrows smooth out before they raise slightly as he continues to look at you. “Now, to circle back, speaking of other best friends, I think you and Hoseok need to have a conversation as well. A civilized conversation, as from what you said, you already argued about it.”

You sigh. “You’re probably right. But, right now, there is something far more important to do. You’re getting married in approximately fifty-two minutes, and you’re still not wearing any pants.” You and Namjoon laugh at that, and it feels good. You’re already breathing easier, and the healing has only just begun. “Come on, get up. Let’s finish this.”

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Hoseok

It’s unfair how stunning you are standing across the small foyer from Hoseok. The lilac-colored off-the-shoulder silk dress you’re wearing has small white flowers embroidered along the swooping neckline and along the bottom hem. It accentuates your beautiful body and complements the style of your hair and faint makeup feathered around your eyes.

He watches your toes flex in your open-toe sandals, the nails painted with a small white tip. Everything about you makes his chest feel tight and his breathing erratic. It’s been weeks since he’s been able to look upon you, something he never thought he’d miss as much as he did.

Namjoon stands a few feet away, his hands brushing nervously over his light grey suit jacket. Hoseok’s suit is the same lilac as your dress and matches Namjoon’s in style and cut. His undershirt is a soft white to compliment the white accents in your dress.

The ceremony is taking place in an expansive botanical garden on the backside of the estate venue Namjoon and Seokjin rented for the day. Seokjin waits at the other end of a long garden path that runs right through the blooming roses, all white and purple petals to compliment the silver and periwinkle colors of the wedding party.

Hoseok tries to catch your eye, but you’re focused on Namjoon, waiting for him to cue you to move. He almost misses the flick of Namjoon’s hand and his broad smile. If it weren’t for you taking a step toward Hoseok, he’d be none the wiser.

“Your arm,” you murmur softly, holding out your hand. He stares at it, eyes tracing over the delicate bones beneath what he knows is soft skin. You clear your throat, an urgent but quiet plea to snap out of it.

He offers you his elbow and luxuriates in the faint warmth of your hand sliding into the crook of it. “You look beautiful,” he whispers as he steps with you into the open doorway that leads to the flower garden.

Your eyes meet his from under your lashes, and suddenly, he feels like he can’t breathe. “Quite handsome yourself.” You barely move your lips, but he can hear the soft words. They expand his chest, letting precious air fill his lungs.

Music begins to drift from the garden, beckoning you both forward. He takes small, measured steps, just like he did during rehearsal. You didn’t attend the rehearsal at the same time as he did, so he ended up practicing with Yoongi, who laughed and teased him. According to the snickered comments from Yoongi, he’d also been your stand-in when you practiced earlier that day.

Your fingers clench against his arm, and he can hear the clear labor of your breathing—you’re mildly panicking. “Breathe, slow and calm. It’s a good day, Kitty.”

The sun hangs low in the sky, the garden lit with hanging globes of twinkling lights: a sunset wedding, the perfect union of light and dark, according to Seokjin and Namjoon. Hoseok ushers you down the steps into the garden, the gravel underfoot crunching softly.

It’s a short walk down one of the paths and then a right turn before the pergola with its rose and lily-covered arch comes into view—just enough time for Hoseok to admire you without an audience watching.

His eyes slide over your bare shoulder, taking in the delicate silver chain with the cat charm sitting in the hollow of your throat. Namjoon told him the necklace once belonged to your maternal grandmother, who gifted it to you—along with your nickname—on one of her rare visits to the farm.

You adjust your grip on the small bundle of light purple roses and creamy lilies clutched in your free hand, held just below your breasts. Hoseok can smell your distinct coconut and pineapple scent over the fragrance of the garden. You’ve always reminded him of a tropical paradise, an exotic place of wonder and intrigue.

The sound of you clearing your throat snaps Hoseok out of his mental daydream of you stretched out on a beach, his lips kissing the salt from your skin as the sun—you clear your throat again and give him a pinched look. “Why did you stop?”

He takes a quick step forward, hauling you with him. “Sorry,” he mumbles, not having realized he’d stopped just before the turn.

Plastering a tight smile on his face, he guides you around the turn, and the tension in his lips evaporates, letting his smile mold into a more genuine expression of his excitement. Seokjin—wearing just as fine a suit as Namjoon—waits at the end of the garden path, wreathed in greenery and blossoming petals. A few white chairs with pale purple cushions line the walkway, friendly faces and smiles greet you both as you make your way down the aisle.

By the time you and Hoseok take your place to the side of Yoongi, who’s officiating the wedding, Namjoon appears around the bend in the garden. Hoseok’s best friend is resplendent, made even more so by the faint glisten in his deep, mahogany eyes as he draws closer.

The exchanging of vows is a blur in Hoseok’s mind. He knows he should be paying attention to the sweet words spoken by Namjoon and Seokjin, but his focus keeps drifting to you. Tears slip down your cheeks, and Hoseok has to restrain himself to keep from reaching out and thumbing them away. Instead, he twines his fingers between yours and offers you support and solidarity with occasional, gentle squeezes.

“…I now pronounce you partners for life!”

Hoseok tightens his grip on your hand as he watches Seokjin lead Namjoon down the aisle in a shower of tossed fresh flower petals and heart-shaped punch-out leaf confetti. They pause at the curve leading back to the estate, and Seokjin twirls Namjoon before pulling him into his arms and dipping him for a picturesque kiss. A soft, titillating laugh bubbles from you at the display. It warms Hoseok’s heart to hear you laugh and sound so at peace.

Namjoon and Seokjin disappear around the corner. Jin’s brother and one of his best friends, whom you’ve only met briefly, follow from Jin’s place of honor. Hoseok offers you his arm again to lead you in front of the small crowd that begins to disperse toward the estate, where there will be a small, cozy dinner and social hour before they leave to catch a flight for their honeymoon.

Reluctantly, Hoseok lets you slip away into the crowd once he’s escorted you back through the garden. You haven’t said anything to him since before walking out for the ceremony, and he’s unsure if that’s a good thing. In a way, he misses your clawing remarks and biting attitude. As he idly sips a glass of champagne, he wonders if you found time over the last two weeks to have that conversation with Namjoon.

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It’s not fair. Even after your conversation with Namjoon and your new-found non-hatred for Hoseok, he shouldn’t be able to elicit such a response from you. From the moment you saw him in the foyer, your heart has been doing funny things inside your chest. When he ushered you out the door, he mistakenly thought your erratic breathing was nervousness over the day, when in reality, it was being so near to him and coming to terms with embracing the new way you see him.

You’ve become quite good at masking your feelings for Hoseok under the guise of your hatred for him over the last fifteen years. Initially, it was easier because the disappointment and betrayal were still fresh in your heart. You didn’t realize you had underlying feelings for Hoseok until he moved away a few years ago, and this feeling of emptiness settled into the void his move had created.

Sure, it’s not like he was gone completely. As you’ve lamented many times before, his move made it seem like he spent even more time around you than before. But, it was more so just the fact that life was swiftly moving around you, and after all these years, you’d grown attached to him—in your own twisted, messed up way. Though, to be fair, it’s not your fault he’s devilishly handsome and has the personality of a saint. It’s hard not to like him, even when you hate him.

The wedding speeches and toasts blur by in a mix of emotions. You find yourself listening attentively to Hoseok’s words as he speaks to both Seokjin and Namjoon, reminiscing and wishing them the best. Your own speech, the one you rehearsed for weeks, tumbles from between numb lips and doesn’t have nearly as much unction as it probably should. Everyone applauds nonetheless, and Namjoon and Seokjin capture you between the two of them in a hug.

Once free of the festivity commitments, you find yourself meandering outside and back into the garden. With the sun down, the pleasant coolness of the air helps soothe the warmth that’s seemingly latched itself into your skin.

“You okay?” That voice, the one you’ve been unconsciously seeking out all night, elicits a quickening of your heartbeat. Your pulse batters away in your neck, fluttering so intensely you can feel every throb.

You turn slowly, eyes sliding across the expanse of flowering roses before landing on Hoseok standing a few feet behind you. His hands are in his pockets, the front of his suit jacket open to reveal his dress shirt underneath. The tilt of his chin increases as he patiently waits for you to respond.

You don’t answer him with a lashing tongue for the first time in fifteen years. Instead, you choose the honest, albeit vulnerable, answer. “No. I’m not.”

Your honest response must catch him by surprise because his brow furrows, pinching over his quizzical eyes. “Wait, really? W-what’s going on?” He jerks into action, closing the distance between you and cradling your face, angling your head so he can fully see it. His eyes flick back and forth between yours. “Are you not feeling well?”

You sigh, pressing one of your hands over his and leaning into the touch. “Physically, I’m fine—maybe a little uncomfortable from where the sandals are rubbing my heels, but that’s fairly insignificant to how I feel emotionally.”

“Emotionally?” His forehead smoothes out before he quirks a curious eyebrow.

“Mhm,” you hum softly. You take a step back, pulling away from the hands still framing your face. With your hand still covering his, you twist your fingers so they slide into the clasp of his. “Walk with me for a bit?”

A muscle along his jaw flexes as he searches your face again, looking for what, you’re unsure. “Of course I will.”

Hoseok allows you to lead, guiding him with your hand snuggly fitted into his. His skin is softer than you’d thought it would be. As a hip-hop dancer, you know he uses his hands to perform certain moves and works out extensively. So, the idea that his hands would be at least mildly calloused from the beating they take isn’t outlandish. Though you have seen the plethora of body butters and hemp oil lotions he carries in his bag, so perhaps it shouldn’t be that big of a surprise.

“I talked with Namjoon,” you finally tell him after several minutes of silence. The path in the garden that you’re on empties out beside a sprawling stretch of dark water. How fitting, you think, that your confession should happen beside the placid waters of a lake when that’s precisely where your hatred began fifteen years ago. “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you the last fifteen years. You didn’t deserve my ire. If I had just talked to Namjoon about it…maybe the years would have panned out a bit differently.” The last part is said quietly as you stop and turn to look up into Hoseok’s eyes, which look even more star-filled than usual.

“Kitty, you have nothing to apologize for. Not when it’s just a misunderstanding. I mean, sure, it might have been nice to spend the last fifteen years differently…but, for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t mind spending at least the next fifteen not being enemies.”

Much like your conversation with Namjoon, that assurance doesn’t fix the last fifteen years, but it does lessen the weight on your chest. It gives you hope for the future and what comes next. “Not being enemies sounds like a good idea.”

“You know, I meant what I said that day in your apartment. I have always liked you—like, liked you.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, hiding a smirk. “You’ve always been beautiful. But, your passion and drive is something that I’ve always admired, even if it was directed toward making my life hell.”

You laugh. The sound is a bit strained as you work up the courage for your next confession. “Since we’re on another train of honesty…In a weird way, I’ve always liked you, too. I didn’t want to because...how messed up is that, right? But, it’s like no matter how much I hated you on the surface, deep down, I couldn’t fully commit to that feeling. You’ve always been such a light in my life, in Namjoon’s life. Despite how I felt, I knew you would always be there like a beacon shining in a desolate sea.”

Hoseok clears his throat, his eyes briefly flicking away from yours before settling back with an intensity you can’t place. “Um, is it—would it be okay…can I kiss you? Is that weird?”

The lengths of your fingers on the hand not still holding his, tangle into his hair in response. You simultaneously use your grip on his hair and the movement of leaning up onto your toes to bring his mouth to yours.

His tongue teases along the seam of your lips, and you open for him. He tastes like hope. A soft, sweet, and dizzying flavor that has a soft moan sliding up your throat as his tongue meets yours.

Chills fueled by the ecstasy of the moment blanket your skin. Hoseok’s hands land on your hips, securing you firmly against his front. The warmth from his body contrasts with the light bite in the air; it’s comforting and has you pressing even closer to him.

“Hoseok.” Your lips brush over his as you whisper his name. It comes out breathy, like a soft plea.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he admits, another confession shared between you. “I thought about kissing you to shut you up so many times.” You both laugh, airy and light, as you try to catch your breath. “Would you have slapped me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I would have worked out my aggressions sooner…or maybe a bit differently. Hate sex is therapeutic, right?” The words are out before you can stuff them down.

Hoseok's eyes go wide, twinkling with mirth. “Who said anything about sex?”

Heat crawls up your neck and over your chest. “I mean, I was just—it’s not that, well…kissing tends to lead to—“

He cuts you off with another kiss. This one is searing, fast and full of passion. When he finally pulls away, you’re swaying slightly in his arms. “What’s that about kissing?”

“Kissing. Sex.” You pause to try to wrangle your breathing. “Apology sex?”

Hoseok chuckles, the sound dark and wicked in a toe-curling way. “Kitty, are you proposing that I sleep with you?”

Licking your lips, you clear your throat and focus your attention back on his eyes. “Hoseok, are you saying you haven’t thought about that at least once over the years?”

“Avoidance.” He kisses you. “Deflection.” Another kiss. “So what if I have?” He swallows your response, tongue delving into your mouth in a swirl of breathlessness that has you moaning again.

“Stay with me tonight,” you whisper, finally breaking from his lips again. “We have many years to make up for, and it would be a shame to waste any more time.”

The sound Hoseok makes lingers somewhere between a growl and a moan. “We probably should get back before your brother begins to worry about us.” His forehead presses against yours, and his eyes slide shut as he takes a deep breath. “I’ll come home with you if that’s truly what you want. Don’t feel obligated or like you have something to make up for because I would never hold something like that against you or for my own selfish gain like that. Just know that, please.”

The ice around your heart had already begun to melt, but now it’s a surreal phenomenon of the cold cage instantly turning into water vapor. You soften in his arms, letting your body speak as well as your words. “This is a choice made of my own volition. It is what I truly want.”

He kisses your forehead softly before pulling away until he’s only holding one of your hands. “Then I’m all in.”

The walk back to the venue is quiet but comfortable. You’re spinning the last several minutes in your head, reliving each kiss. A tingle still lingers on your lips as Hoseok leads you up the stairs and back inside.

“Kitty! Hobi!” Namjoon disrupts your thoughts. He stops in front of you and Hoseok, having just come from what looks like a bathroom down the hall. “Where have you guys been?” he asks, his eyes flicking down to where your hand is still tucked into Hoseok’s. You try to snatch it away, but Hoseok holds firm.

“We went for a walk,” Hoseok says casually as if that’s something normal you and he would do.

Namjoon’s eyes meet yours, and his eyebrow lifts slightly in question. “Just a walk,” you confirm with an awkward laugh. “Everything’s good, Joonie.” You mean that in more ways than one, and can see the understanding shining bright in your brother’s eyes.

“Glad to hear it,” Namjoon says, his lips tugging into a smirk. “So, should I start calling you brother-in-law now?” Those mirth-filled eyes swing to Hoseok.

Now it’s Hoseok’s turn to try and pull his hand from yours. You squeeze his hand, holding tight. “Whoa, man, that’s—Namjoon, I mean—“

“I’m just messing,” Namjoon teases. “I’m just happy to hear it.”

Hoseok relaxes beside you. “You really don’t mind?”

Namjoon claps Hoseok on the shoulder, a large smile taking over his face. “If I can accept Yoongi being with Kitty, I think I can accept you, too. In that, I think you’re the lesser of two evils.”

“Wow,” you grumble. “Don’t you have a husband to attend to or something?” You give Namjoon a pointed look. “A honeymoon to get to?”

“Mmm,” Namjoon hums, absently bringing his hands together in front of him and twirling his silver wedding band. “I believe you’re right. Getting through security at the airport always makes Jin nervous about making it to the gate on time. We could do with a bit of extra time.”

“You mean extra time for him to fuck you in the backseat of the limo,” you quip. Your brother stifles a laugh, his cheeks burning with a deep blush.

“Yes, well, anyway. You’ll be okay staying here? Have you located your cabin?” The venue they booked also has rooms available for the remaining wedding party, small quaint one-room cottages on the other side of the lake.

You wave a dismissive hand. “All’s well, brother, don’t worry. If I get lost, I’m sure I know someone who will help guide the way.”

Namjoon coughs, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “Right, okay. On that note, I’m going to go find Jin.”

There are a few other guests staying in the venue accommodations, Hoseok being one of them. After Namjoon and Seokjin are showered with more well wishes and hugs, they leave for the airport. You stand in front of the main venue building, watching the taillights of Seokjin’s car disappear in the distance.

“Can I walk you to your room?”

You turn toward the voice. Hoseok is standing at the top of the stairs, his hands casually tucked into his pants pockets. The sight of him, standing there with the flickering gas flame lanterns framing the doorway and casting a halo around him, reminds you of the day he left your apartment after the last argument you had. Except, instead of sadness etched into his features, he’s sporting a soft smile and twinkling eyes.

“Sure,” you agree, making your way up the stairs to him.

Again the walk is silent but comfortable as he walks you along the same path you took earlier in the evening toward the lake. The small cottages are dotted along the backside of the water, their individual walkways and doors softly illuminated with solar garden lights.

“You’re in number seven, right?” Hoseok asks as you approach that particular cottage. “I’m in three.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder back the way you came.

You glance at him, taking in the way the light breeze coming off the lake ruffles his hair across his forehead. His eyes are locked on the ground, his bottom lip firmly trapped between his teeth. “Seven, yeah, that’s me.”

He looks up, noting number seven is coming up next. “Well, thanks for everything tonight. I’m glad we were able to work through some of it and at least have a better perspective for what tomorrow brings.” Hoseok stops at the beginning of the path that leads to your cottage. There is a moment of pause before his eyes come up and lock on yours. “You really are something special, Kitty.”

That makes you shake your head and laugh softly. “We both know I don’t deserve to hear that just yet. Not for a while at least, not until I make up for at least some of the last fifteen years of treating you like undesirable number one.”

“So, how about we start by getting breakfast together in the morning as act number one in our what’s sure to be an epic love story?” He waggles an eyebrow at you, smiling wide.

Getting breakfast with Hoseok sounds like a beautiful start to putting things on the mend, but there’s another part of you that doesn’t want to wait until the morning. It’s a frantic pulse that bleats deep in your chest, urging you to…”Will you stay with me tonight? Or—is that too much? I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Of course you don’t want to—it’s too fast, and—”

Your stuttery backpedaling is firmly cut off with a dizzying kiss. Hoseok gathers you into his arms, hands sliding along the silk covering your back and over your hips. He tastes faintly of the whiskey he took a shot of with the other guys before Namjoon and Seokjin left. The oaky, nutty flavor compliments the deep groan that vibrates from his chest as your tongue seeks further entry into his mouth. He opens for you, readily welcoming the press of your tongue against his.

“I would love that,” he murmurs between light presses of his lips and soft sweeps of his tongue.

It’s probably a spectacle to be seen, the way you and Hoseok stumble toward the door of your cottage. You fumble between your bodies, searching for the small slip pocket along the side seam of your dress where the keycard is. Hoseok grabs it from your shaking fingers once you have it out and slaps it against the electronic reader.

The reader buzzes, the lock clicking as Hoseok pushes on the handle and swings the door open. He tosses the card aimlessly toward a table by the door and kicks the door shut behind you. “Are you sure about this?” you ask, voice airy and thin as you lean back to get your bearings and breath.

“I’ve never been more certain about something. As long as you are?” Hoseok’s coffee-colored eyes flick between yours, clearly looking for any doubts.

Your top teeth bite into your bottom lip as you meet his gaze. “Help me,” you say, turning slowly to give him your back. “The zipper is hidden in the seam.”

Hoseok takes a deep, shuddering breath. His exhale ghosts over your bare shoulder as he leans in. You feel his fingers trail along the back of your dress, searching for the zipper. He makes an appreciative noise as his fingers pinch around the small metal zip and begin to slide it down, exposing the column of your spine.

The dress falls slack, the fabric drooping and catching on your arms as you raise them to hold the front up over your chest. “You’re so beautiful, Kitty,” he whispers, trailing a finger up to between your shoulder blades.

“Take your clothes off and lay down,” you tell him, turning back around and emphasizing the command with a flick of your hand toward the large four-poster bed.

Hoseok’s throat contracts, and you can hear his audible swallow. His tongue pokes out and moves slowly over his lips before he gives you a subtle nod and begins to shrug out of his jacket.

The lilac fabric puddles on top of his shoes as he toes them off. He leaves a trail of clothing in his wake. Discarded socks, dress shirt, and trousers leave him standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but a pair of tight black briefs.

Even with the dark fabric, you can clearly see the distinct outline of his bulging erection. His eyes drop from yours, angling down as his thumbs hook into the band of his underwear. “There’s no going back after you see my dick, you know that, right?” he asks teasingly, pulling the waistband down to expose an inch of his pelvis and the dark shadow underneath.

You scoff playfully. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

With slow, deliberate movements, Hoseok pushes down his briefs and exposes himself to your curious gaze. Your breath catches in your throat, and you try to cover your gasp with a cough. His eyes snap up to yours as his underwear drops loose around his ankles.

A smirk curls his lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He should. His cock is as beautiful as he is. You can tell it’ll be velvety smooth without even having touched it yet. It curves slightly upward where it bobs in front of him, a clear glistening bead already forming at the tip.

“Get your ass on the bed,” you snap, more teasing than commanding this time.

“Yes, ma’am,” he snarks lightly as he slides backward onto the bed, arms angled back to keep him sitting upright once he’s in the middle.

You step over his discarded clothes, picking your way across the room, kicking off your sandals in the process. Once you reach the end of the bed, you focus your eyes on Hoseok, let out a slow breath, and loosen your arms from across your chest to let your dress fall. The silk settles around your ankles, the fabric feeling both cool and too hot against your skin.

“See something you like?” you ask Hoseok, luxuriating in the smug feelings that come from how gobsmacked he looks. His mouth hangs open, eyes slightly wider than usual.

Your skin pricks under his sweeping gaze, flushing with heat as his eyes trail your naked body—naked because you couldn’t wear anything under the silk dress without unflattering lines and fabric bunching.

“Yes,” Hoseok admits with a shuddering exhale. He boldly licks his lips, eyes following the swell of your breasts and the curve of your hips with appreciation. “Fucking hell.”

“I’m going to ask you some essential questions and set some very important rules. Do you understand?” You roll your shoulders back and straighten your spine, giving Hoseok a look that demands he respond.

His chin jerks in a frantic nod. A slight shine is already covering his forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly. As you slowly ease your knees onto the bed, on either side of Hoseok’s outstretched legs, you take time to devour the sight of his body entirely.

You’re sure you could spend an entire night tracing the muscled lines of his body, memorizing them with your hands and tongue. He has a dancer's body, chest broad and hips narrow, thighs that you’re certain could support you for hours as you bounce on—fuck—him.

“Nmph,” Hoseok grunts, an unintelligible sound catching in his throat as you spread your legs wider and finally settle against his thighs. You can feel the way his muscles flex under your ass as he swipes his tongue over his lips again. His rigid cock jerks where it rests on his stomach as if trying to rise and seek you out.

You know he can feel the heat of your pussy on his thighs, the sticky wetness of your arousal smearing as you shift from side to side and settle closer. The warmth from his balls settles against your mound, and you sigh in satisfaction.

“Do you know what a safeword is?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever used one?”

“No.”

“We’re going to use one tonight, just to be safe. Do you understand?”

He doesn’t hesitate, the hunger in his eyes saying it before the word falls from his lips. “Yes.”

“You won’t touch without my permission, and you certainly won’t cum unless I say so. Do you understand?”

“I do,” he says, mirroring the words spoken earlier between your brother and his own lover.

“What is your safeword?”

“Purple,” he breathes the word quickly. “Your favorite color.”

You can’t help the quirk of your lips. “You know safewords are supposed to be something personal to you, something that holds meaning in a way that elicits protection in a moment of vulnerability and trust.”

“Purple is personal. It does mean so much to me,” he confesses, eyes fervent with his admission. “It reminds me of you, the person I know no matter how much pain I endure for, you’ll never truly hurt me.”

That has your heart fluttering in your chest will renewed vigor.

“Purple it is, then. If at any time you wish for things to stop, you simply say ‘purple’, and I’ll immediately stop, okay?” you tell him plainly, simply, with intent.

“I understand.” The acknowledgement rings through the room, settling between your thighs with an earnest ache. He slides his arms forward, no longer holding himself up, and lays down.

You lean forward, planting your hands on Hoseok’s chest for leverage as you shimmy your hips. His hands fist into the comforter on either side of where your knees spread around his waist.

“Remember, no touching,” you smirk, catching the way his fingers flex against the bed.

Lifting your ass just enough to slide your slick core over his balls, you settle on his throbbing shaft. You can feel your lower lips spreading, splitting around his cock in a wet, warm kiss. The underside of the head presses against your clit as you rock your hips slightly.

A strangled moan breaks past his lips as they pop open, his lashes fluttering, his eyes roll back, and his back arches slightly. “Fuck,” he pants as his back hits the bed again.

You set a slow, teasing rhythm, grinding yourself back and forth over his shaft. With every backward slide, your clit catches on the head of his cock, and you both begin to whimper from the sensation. “You feel so good.” You peer down at him through your lashes, eyes half-mast as you undulate your hips repeatedly.

Wetness covers his lower stomach, a combined mix of both of your arousals. You can feel how you drip on his cock with each new sweep of your lower lips over it, the teasing pleasure sending fluttery aches along your inner walls.

“Need to be inside you,” he whines. “Please!”

His hips tilt, and the head of his cock catches on your opening, almost sinking in before you pull back and give him a sharp look. “Not until I say so,” you tell him hotly. His chest heaves under your hands, pupils so wide they’ve nearly devoured the coffee color of his eyes. You don’t start moving again until he nods his understanding; precious moments that test your own resolve.

Pleasure ripples down your spine as you begin to move a little faster, seeking that precipice of ecstasy that’s so tantalizingly close. Hoseok flexes his hips under you, adding extra pressure to your clit. You consider admonishing him for it, but it feels too damn good.

To distract yourself, you brush your fingers over his well-defined chest, fingers flicking over his taut nipples. His chest shudders with each pass of your nimble fingers. You pinch one between your fingers, appreciating how his eyes flutter and his teeth gnaw at his bottom lip when you do.

“Fuck. Harder,” he moans. You indulge him, twisting and pinching at his pert nipple until he’s letting out harsh grunts and mewls. “That feels so—ungh—good!”

Leaning down, you lave your tongue over the hot peak of flesh, then blow a cooling puff of air over it. Hoseok jerks under you, and you catch the way his hands almost come up to touch you, but they snap back to the bedspread as he huffs in frustration.

“Good boy,” you murmur, licking at his nipple again before taking it between your teeth and gently tugging.

“If you—ungh—keep doing that—npmh—I’m going to c-cum.” Hoseok tips his chin back, moaning loudly.

“As much as I’d love to test that statement…” you trail off, slowing your hips to a leisurely roll and giving his nipple one final, tiny bite. “A bit of a pain slut, hmm? Maybe next time,” you finally murmur, more to yourself than Hoseok, eyes locked on his now swollen, dark nipple as your thumb soothes it with small circles.

Hoseok cries out a strangled mix of relief and disappointment as you brace up on your knees and lift your wet lips from where they are, hugging his girth. “Please,” he begs softly. “I need you.”

“Wrap your hand around your cock. Hold it up for me.”

He’s quick to obey, sliding a hand under you and wrapping his fingers tightly around his flushed, sticky length. “You have such a pretty pussy,” he says, his eyes drifting from where his hand is holding the base of his cock to your dripping core that is now lowering back down.

You wish you could see what he’s seeing. You’re sure it would be a sight to behold—how your pussy swallows him inch by inch. It has to look as good as it feels. You’re so worked up; it’s an easy slide but still snug enough to make you both exhale shaky breaths as you bottom out, and your walls pulse around him as they adjust.

“Is this why you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate me back?” you whisper, eyes blazing with fire and mischief. “You liked it when I was mean to you. Got off on it, didn’t you?” You tweak his nipple again and slowly begin to fuck yourself on his thick length. “Did it get your dick hard whenever I’d yell or sneer at you?”

His hips roll to meet yours with a satisfying thrust. “You have no idea how often I’ve cum all over myself thinking about you taking a riding crop to my ass or shoving a ball gag in my mouth.” His words are brazen, ragged, and full of honesty. “Is that what you want to hear? You want me to tell you all about my twisted, fucked up fantasies?”

“Yes!” you mewl, increasing your rhythm and intensity. “Touch me.” It’s a low command, but Hoseok hears you as if you’d screamed it.

Resounding twin smacks echo through the room as his hands land on your ass. “Fuck, yeah,” he moans, using the grip on your ass to encourage your movement until you’re bouncing up and down so hard you can feel his cock kissing the deepest part of you.

“Hoseok!” His name tumbles out like a curse, your eyes rolling back and your nails digging into his chest as your orgasm slams through you, taking you by surprise.

“That’s right, baby, oh fuck!” Hoseok slides his arms up and wraps them around you, dragging you down to his chest. His hips continue to work under you, forcing his cock in and out of your pussy’s tight, pulsing clasp. “I’m going to cum inside you,” he mumbles half-coherently.

Warmth floods between your thighs as he jerks and shudders against you. You can feel every throbbing jet of his cum as he releases. “Mmm,” you can’t help the pleasured moan as your body continues to flutter around him, greedily accepting his offering.

“Need to make you cum again,” Hoseok pants.

“Mm, Hos—“ What was going to be a half-hearted protest turns into a soft puff of air as he flips you both, your back hitting the mattress.

“Please, Kitty, please let me worship you just a little longer.” His bright eyes bore into yours, pleading. He looks so strung out, in a dizzying, sexy way, the way he’s slumped over you, as if in supplication for his need to please you.

“Be gentle,” you whisper.

He slowly leans back, chest expanding and hollowing with stilted breaths. His eyes trace a path along your body, followed by his hands. Hoseok molds his hands around the curve of your breasts, down the planes of your stomach and sides, until they’re firmly planted on your inner thighs. With the slightest amount of pressure, he pushes your legs open, exposing where he’s still nestled tightly inside you.

“Oh,” Hoseok breathes. His cock slides out of you slowly. You can feel the thick dribble of cum that follows slide down your ass. A moan works out of him as he catches the drip with two fingers and gently pushes it back into you. “I didn’t think your pussy could get any prettier, but I have to say…it’s a fucking masterpiece full of and dripping in my cum.”

The filthy words go straight to your core, making your walls squeeze and another gush of cum to drip out. He tuts softly, a wicked grin on his face as he repeats the process of pushing it back in. “Mmnh.” It’s your turn to moan as he slowly strokes his fingers in, out, then over your clit. “Hoseok. Please, make me feel good again.”

He growls his approval before burying his face above where his fingers still stroke inside you. The way his tongue dances over and around your clit has that edge barreling toward you almost instantly. You’re still quite sensitive, your body poised for more pleasure. Hoseok licks and sucks at your clit, setting your body alight with tingling bursts of indulgence.

“Cum for me,” Hoseok encourages, renewing his efforts with his fingers and tongue.

It’s a lingering moment, teetering on the edge. But the plunge is swift and all-consuming. Flashes of white spark behind your closed lids as you slam your eyes shut, and your head kicks back, mouth opening in a silent scream. It’s like dancing on moonbeams, floating in a galaxy of hedonistic pleasure, and wrapping yourself in the warmth from the sun that you know as Hoseok.

Hoseok places a last, lingering kiss on your clit, making you shudder, before leaning up and catching your gaze. The bottom half of his face is glistening, a combination of your cum and his. He licks at his lips, giving you a roguish smile. The sound of his fingers pulling out of your still-quivering body is obscene but makes you sigh happily regardless. A pleasant ache throbbing between your thighs is a sure sign that you just experienced far more pleasure than you have in a really, really long time.

“That was…I’m not even sure how to describe it,” you admit, opening your arms in silent command. Hoseok immediately slides into the open space, turning on his side and pulling you with him so you’re chest to chest.

He brushes his lips over yours, peppering you with soft, languid pecks. “I would say it was the perfect fresh start.” He leans back slightly, his eyes finding yours. You can see a sobering moment in them. “I mean that, Kitty. I don’t want this to just be for tonight. I want to make this work…I want to be with you, figure this out together. As long as you’ll have me.”

“I want that, too.”

And, the longer you stare into his eyes, the more you realize that there is no hate left in your heart…all there is, are the stars shining back at you.

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mama (i need help) | knj

title: mama (i need help) | knj (18+)

pairing: kim namjoon x yoongi's sister!reader

genre: angst, drama, smut

word count: 3k

status: complete

synopsis: the min legacy is culinary excellence, but the youngest heirs rather cook beats, dance, and do big dumb boys; off the books.

warnings: unprotected sex, semi public sex, thigh riding, face riding, studio sex, secret (not) relationship, depression, one instance of vouyer and exhibitionism, reader may've fucked jungkook once or twice, degradation kink, praise kink, slut shaming (consensual pls)

namjoon’s studio isn’t any bigger once the cheque snakes it’s way through sports, visual, and performance art sections. it’s still nestled in the far back of the basement floor, soundproof and insulated well, with a new processing ram and very expensive soundboard from his personal wishlist.

his canceling headphones have a snag, the sound comes out in gurgled static on the left side; it vibes with the old school urban hip hop sound he’s been going for.

“yoons’ help me out with this one.” he explains when a smooth bass filters through.

it’s melodic, nothing like anything else he’s played before.

her brother’s talented where he wants to be, but she’d rather die before letting him know.

“boo sucks at everything he does.” she replies happily, turning one of the few dials she knows. unlabelled and confident.

“you suck too.” he pulls her in his lap; the gaming chair he bought from jungkook creaks.

her eyes are closed as he kneads her skin; digging at his favorite spots. his lips search for her’s from the shoulder onward and up.

his voice is steady out the speaker, raw and rough.

it reminds her of their recent escapade in the pantry. tucked behind sauce and spice, bending out of pots and pans’ way.

she can taste him if she tries,

“and swallow.”

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Never Been A Friend | Part 2 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: jungkook is so pussy whipped it's hilarious, he's kinda in denial, masturbation but at the end, y/n is drunk, jungkook taking care of drunk y/n, jungkook curses like every other sentence, this is jk pov btw!!, kinda fluffy but really really cute, he loves her eyes, and i forgot what else, EXPLICIT CONTENT!!

♧ WC: 3.1k

a/n: hiiiii sweethearts! ive missed you guys so much 💕💕 make sure to read part 1 before reading this if you havent 🥹🥹 hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think!

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“y/n?” I shake her shoulder softly, attempting to nudge her awake. “wake up.”

When she mumbles something unintelligible and trails off to sleep, I exhale a soft sigh and hop out of my car after pocketing my phone and keys.

I'm fucked.

Utterly fucked.

The ride to her brother and I's dorm had been one of silence. Other than a few grumbles and whines from y/n when I seated her in the passenger seat next to me, she spent the ride peacefully sleeping. Unaware.

So unaware that I had to reach over and tug the hem of her dress down each time it hiked up her thighs. Her bare thighs. Her full, smooth, silky thighs.

Fuck, man.

She makes my blood boil.

I’m still not over the fact that she was left alone and oblivious before her brother had called me. How long had it been?

What if I hadn't picked up?

What if something happened to her?

Am I exaggerating? Maybe.

Does that lessen my anger? Fuck no.

No, because how the fuck can a brother be so nonchalant about leaving his sister alone while drunk? All for a quick fuck?

He's never gonna hear the end of it. I’ll make damn sure of that, but for now, I have to get this drunk-out-of-her-mind girl up to my apartment dorm.

I had tried asking her for her address multiple times, but all in vain, of course.

I didn’t even know she was in town.

Thought she had stayed with her parents in her home town- which her brother had mentioned only twice, maybe even three times- after graduating high school. He brought it up in conversation once but never justified why.

I mean, sure, not everyone wants to go to college and that’s fine, but why hadn't she?

Was she more of a liberal person?

Did she figure out her future already?

Why do I care?

I shake my head as I round the front of the car to get to her side. Her head falls when I open her door, and I instinctively catch with my hand, hoisting her up so she’s in a properly seated position with her head on the headrest.

God, I can already feel the headache approaching.

Taking her seatbelt off, I pat her cheek to wake her.

“y/n.”

No response.

“Y/n, come on.”

I pat her cheek again.

Nothing.

Oh well.

Placing one arm under her knees and another under her middle, I carefully slide her out of the seat and carry her into my arms. Her breath tickles my neck as her head rests on my shoulder, her nose nudging my pulse.

Which skyrockets.

Fuck, that felt good.

But I don’t know how to feel about that, because:

1. This is y/n we’re talking about.

2. A little nudge to the throat has me weak at the knees?

3. Toughen up, dickwad.

She huffs as she adjusts her head and pulls her arms around my neck for support, nuzzling my neck farther before mumbling something that sounded like, “mmm, warm…”

Her head is nestled to the crook of my throat and her breath sends a shiver down my spine.

The fact that I have to catch the moan in my throat has my cheeks grow an embarrassing shade of pink.

Clearing my throat awkwardly- which causes y/n to groan at the disturbance- I try my best not to disturb this brat’s beauty sleep as I walk up to the apartment building.

Wait…something’s not right.

I stop my stride short to try and point out the prickling feeling-

This brat’s dress is so short it might be flashing her ass by the way I’m carrying her.

Jesus Christ, give me strength.

○○○

Wincing at the loud creak of the door announcing my arrival, I nudge the door closed with my foot as I step into my apartment.

A shared apartment.

An apartment I share with the almost passed out drunk girl im carrying in my arms’ brother.

Yeah, shit.

Never in a million years would I have ever imagined this shit happening.

It’s not that big of a deal, except I cant really help the intrigue that accompanies the thought that comes with y/n.

Why did she scowl at me the first time she met me? Had I done anything to cause her to show such an awful bad impression?

I must admit, I never stopped thinking about her.

Not in a stalker way of thinking. I didn’t think about her in an obsessive type of way…not at all.

I guess I could say it was just…weird.

I never understood.

I was just interested.

Interested in the way her hips move on the dance floor.

Interested in the way she acts like a brat whenever she feels like it.

Hell, I'm interested in the way she flips me off whenever we cross paths for the fun of pissing me off.

Yes, she gets on my nerves; but she was never worth throwing a fuss over.

I barely saw her once every two months, if we’re being honest. The college her brother and I go to being almost three hours away from where they lived, it was a long trip.

But the way I felt about this girl puzzled me way more than I’d ever appreciate, especially since I knew nothing about her.

Nothing. Nada.

Where she goes to college, where she spends her time living, what she does on a daily basis…

No clue.

Then…what the fuck is she doing here?

A pained groan from the girl driving me insane pulls me back from my raging confusion.

She clings to me harder like a baby koala as she mumbled something incoherent under her breath, snuggling into the crook of my neck into what seems like her favorite habit tonight.

That one motion has become my weakness in a matter of minutes.

All because of her.

She does it again, this time connecting her nose with a spot right under my jaw. Her lips just shy of the skin on my throat, she groans in what seems like satisfaction.

My knees almost fucking buckle.

I try to focus on any sound in the apartment, relieved when I'm met with silence.

With a resigned sigh, I make my way to my bedroom.

Keeping my footsteps quick and light, I shift my door open with my shoulder-

Fuck!

I cant help the grimace that makes its way to my face.

It fucking reeks in here.

Of sex. Right. I was having sex.

The second relief of tonight washes over me when I find my bed empty, the sheets rumpled and messed up on top.

I should probably make a call to apologize to the fuck buddy previously occupying my bed, but I got better things to do.

A particular brat to take care of.

God, she cant sleep in here when it smells like this.

Making a detour, I go for the couch, setting y/n lightly on her ass. Her hands tighten around my neck in protest, which causes my neck to crane down awkwardly, but it still makes me chuckle when she frowns up at me through her blood shot eyes.

Fucking adorable, that is.

How her lashes prettily frame those sad eyes.

Sad eyes I was always unable to forget.

Those sad eyes. My demise.

Fuck me.

I untangle her arms from around my neck, adjusting the pillows thrown messily around the couch to create a cozy , temporary cocoon.

Picking her up swiftly, I lay her down on her side and brush a stray hair away from her face. Her soft, soft, soft features peer up at me as she struggles to keep those pretty eyes open.

“You’re smiling.” The cutest little slur laces up with her words and I just cant fight the flutter in my chest.

What the fuck?

It’s then I realize how hard I’m smiling.

“I’m not.” Too rough. Too scratchy. Too fucking vulnerable.

She’s not even touching you, fucker, and here you are. All hot and bothered.

Shut up.

She giggles, the sound reverberating as the most adorable drunken giggle I’ve ever witnessed.

It pains me how oblivious she is.

Her dress hikes up her thighs, almost baring her ass to me, and in other cases I would’ve been turned on.

But now? My blood fucking boils.

I should’ve killed that fucker while I could.

I’d taken care of drunk girls before, most of them being my friends.

I’m the boring ass in the friend group that always stays sober to take care of the others. The others that get so drunk and messed up that I have to take them up to their apartment and put them to bed because of how out of their mind they become.

I’ve never thought much of it.

Never cared, really.

But this girl?

Goddamn it.

One second she infuriates the hell out of me; she’s stubborn, hot headed, and just reckless.

Irresponsible.

Then the other I’m smiling like a dork in love.

She’s not even my type for fucks sake.

But then again, this is the first time I’ve seen her like this.

So vulnerable, with her guard down. I tug her dress to cover her ass with barely restrained madness.

She reaches up to touch my face with what seems like the utmost amount of effort from her to make any movement.

“pretty.” As she touches my face with light fingertips and pink cheeks.

Crumble. I almost crumble.

“Yeah?” I don’t know what’s gotten into me when I push away another rogue hair strand as she giggles again.

“mhm.” A little hum of contentment before she drops her hand and flutters those eyes closed.

Softly, softly, softly.

With a step back and a tired sigh, I cover her up with a blanket as I tuck her in and make sure she’s comfortable.

I make pretty quick work with taking my bedsheets off, with utmost effort not to grimace every time I get a slight whiff.

It’s not that bad…it’s just…weird.

Really weird.

Whenever I picture y/n in my bed, every single fantasy that clouds my mind is inappropriate.

But tucking a girl in a bed that was previously used by another girl just hours before? Not to mention, a naked one?

That’s a douche move.

And I never thought of myself lowly or in any way to appear humble. But im also not a fucking asshole.

Im arrogant? So what?

Im confident. I plead guilty.

Cocky? Whatever floats your boat.

I tug at my sanity that hangs by a dwindled thread. My thoughts race back to a dreamy gaze and soft eyes. Adorable frowns and drunken giggles.

if it was as easy as bottling them up in a pitcher so I could drink her in every once in a while, I would’ve done it a while ago.

If I could, I would.

My mind was so caught up with her that I didn’t even notice how fast I’d changed the sheets.

I’d cracked the window open for a little ventilation and fetched an air freshener, which made the room smell decent. Better than decent.

A quick change of clothes and bedsheets later, Im carrying y/n from the couch to my room.

I lay her on the bed and nudge her awake.

“y/n?” a tap to the cheek.

Thankfully, she stirs awake. The drunken haze a little lesser than before, but nevertheless still there. Her eyes peer up at me, droopy with exhaustion.

I clear my throat awkwardly under her gaze, switching my weight from one foot to another.

“you need to change.”

Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as she tilts her head.

“your dress looks uncomfortable to sleep in.”

Excuses.

“left you one of my Tee’s so you could change.” I turn around and head for the door, giving her much needed privacy. “you have five minutes. Change.”

And with that, im out of the room closing the door behind me.

I lean back on the door and take my phone out of the sweats I put on earlier, purely for the decency of y/n being here.

I usually walk around in my boxers as well as sleep in them, but it’s too early to traumatize the girl.

Not even past unlocking my phone, y/n’s voice reaches my ear from behind me as she yells my name.

I knock, unsure if I should come in, but enter when I hear her confirmation.

Peaking my head into the small opening I’ve made through the door, my eyes land on y/n with her facing me.

Her eyebrows are pulled together in concentration as her hands are both reached behind her back, apparently struggling with something.

Her heels are off and her hair is messy from her running her hands through it, her mascara smudged and her lipstick almost completely wiped off.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight.

Her lips pull forward in a slight pout, and she turns around to grace me with a view of her halfway bare back.

She tugs harder at the zipper, only getting it stuck farther.

“help?” she asks in a tiny voice, looking above her shoulder with a helpless look.

Noting how long I’ve been standing in place, frozen and doing nothing, I clear my throat as I shuffle my feet towards her.

“oh, um, yeah.” Staggering for words was never my thing. Rubbing my neck was never my nervous tick.

Except…y/n was never my thing, either.

Her beautifully messy hair cascades down her back, and I bundle it up with a hand and rest it over one of her shoulders. My fingertips lightly touch hers and the distraction that accompanies the shiver rolling through her body at the contact clouds my focus. Her hands fall to be replaced with mine at the zipper, and I tug gently.

It doesn’t budge.

Okay, it’s stuck.

Obviously, genius.

When my knuckles graze her skin as I try to get a better grip on the zipper, she shivers again, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

Pretty baby’s a sensitive drunk.

A giggly, bubbly, and hella oblivious drunk.

Focus.

I pinch the frayed open sides above the zipper with one hand and tug it with the other, a concentrated rumble of my chest unconsciously making an appearance.

I’ve apparently shifted closer to y/n in the process, and I just now realize that I might’ve groaned in her ear.

When I successfully slide the zipper down just above the curve of her ass, y/n turns around with a grace I don't miss even as my undying lust for the feel of her skin remains unwavering.

“thank you.” Sounds barely audible from how breathless she sounds, and fuck, when she bites her lip, I want to punch myself.

Those lips.

Those eyes.

My cock restrains, stiffening at the images attacking my mind with her lips around it.

A gust of wind blows through the curtains, thrashing y/n’s hair in all different directions.

I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, knowing damn well I have no business touching this girl.

This girl that stands almost naked and drunk in the moonlit darkness of my room.

Her softness bothers me.

Her innocence a loud cry for corruption.

She reaches up to undo the strands of her dress, and the realization that she must’ve seen something in my eyes snaps me back into reality.

I was always told how much my eyes could tell.

And judging by my earlier thoughts, she must’ve seen it.

The darkness.

The lust.

She starts to slip her dress down, down, down, and my mind is nowhere to be found.

My cock hardens at the thought of her naked, submission written all over her.

But this is wrong.

So wrong.

Even as I step closer to her and bind my forehead with hers, my mind goes in all different directions.

Fuck her.

Shut up.

“Y/n.” a raspy attempt at a plead. “you’re drunk.”

She closes her eyes. “I want this.”

Fuck me sideways.

I know for a fact she doesn't.

I'm not stupid.

Even as my forehead stays pressed to hers, I don’t miss the tangy scent of tequila on her breath. Faint, but there.

I haven’t forgotten how red her eyes still are.

How dry her lips are from all the alcohol.

The pink tint of her neck and cheeks.

Alcohol is flowing more than freely in her system, and I know for a fact she also wont remember a thing.

“you don’t.”

So I do something stupid.

Something I know I'll regret by tomorrow.

I stop her hand that’s tugging her dress down and cage it between both of our bodies. I place my other on her neck, long fingers eating up the space beneath her jaw as my thumb rests on her cheek.

I stroke it once, twice, three times.

And I kiss her.

A small, feather-light peck on her swollen lips.

It's not needy, nor is it hungry for anything more.

It's something I crave to keep me sane, at least for the next few hours.

Because this girl?

This girl is a deadly thing that will destroy me.

She’ll destroy me before I ever get the chance to ruin her.

And the bad thing is?

Even as I pull away,

Even as I shove my tee shirt into her hands and bolt out of the room after telling her to sleep,

Realizing the fact that I didn’t regret it scares me.

Even as I grab a towel, strip bare, and lock myself in the bathroom,

I think about her.

The freezing water does little to calm the white hot lust in my veins, and my stiffened cock stands true to that statement.

I wrap my fist around my dick, and I dare to fucking think about her.

I think about her on her knees, mouth open.

I think about her on my bed, laying on her back with her legs open.

I think about her on top of me.

I close my eyes and I fucking think about those lips, those eyes, that dreamy gaze.

Her soft sighs.

How she’d kiss me.

Would she gasp into my mouth?

Cry into my pillow if I pounded her pussy from behind?

Would she beg?

She’d be my little slut.

My pretty baby.

I cum the hardest I ever have, a guttural grunt and an explicit “fuck.” into the walls of my bathroom. Alone in a goddamn shower, when im fisting my cock and thinking about someone.

No, not someone.

Fucking y/n of all people.

And guess the fuck what?

I want to kiss her again.

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Forbidden Fruit

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Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Affair au/ Professor!Namjoon Student!Reader

Warning: oral (m&f receiving) fingering, ass slapping, kissing,

Word Count: 8,969

Description: Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that had all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you are far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best.

Today was Namjoon's first day as a professor at this University, starting a month into the school year. He was young - only 28 years old - and the other professors made sure he knew it. He was mistaken for a student upon his arrival - even when the dean had met him a month prior. But, he doesn't dwell on it. It's an honor to be young and have a job as a professor. He reaches his classroom - the large lecture halls that appeared familiar to him. It appeared the same from when he was in his own lecture hall back when he was in University. Students piled the seats, some chit-chatting upon his arrival.

The students eyed the man as he walked in, holding a brief case that he set down on the wooden desk. He clears his throat and nods at them, the conversation around them dying down. Namjoon turns to pick up the dry erase marker and write his name and the lesson plan on the board. They should've receieved their copy of the book he would be discussing today after all.

Namjoon feels the eyes on his back - as if they were attempting to make him burst into a million pieces on the spot. Nothing's changed since he sat in similar seats as them. But, Namjoon shakes his head and sighs. It's a typical life of a scholar, after all.

"Hello class." Namjoon greets just as he turns around. It was his last class and he was almost robotic - repeating the same dialogue time after time. His hands are covered in marker as he eyes the new faces of his class. He straightens his button up shirt. "Today we will be covering one of my favorite literature..." Namjoon's eyes focus on a set of eyes that bore back into him. He pauses at you - a little too long for his liking. You were seated right in front of him, eyes staring intently. He knew you - the familiar face he hasn't seen in years due to the difference in age.

Namjoon breaks eye contact, shuffling his notes in his hands and manages to not make a fool of himself and drop them all around like he did last period. He was trying to erase the indiscretion from his mind. You, for some reason looked at him with something entirely different.

"I slaved over this stove to make that food and you're only picking at it." Jungkook huffs, his eyes glaring at Namjoon from across the table.

Namjoon looks up at Jungkook and releases a low chuckle. "Sorry." he murmurs, putting the assignments aside and picking up his chopsticks.

Namjoon preferred not to take his work home with him - but he knew he would do nothing but stay at the University if he didn't. He was no longer a High School teacher, being a Professor required more work. And he was persistent in being the best he could be.

"When's Via coming home?" Jungkook asks after he slurps the ramen into his mouth hungrily. "Her food's going to get cold."

"Wouldn't be the first time." Namjook responds on que when the door opens and Via, dark curly hair tied into a low bun, enters. She's holding different folders into her arms as she enters. She enters the kitchen and gives a tired smile to both men, dropping the files onto the island table. "How was your day at work?" Namjoon asks her, eyes not glancing her way.

Via takes a hold of her plate that Jungkook made for her. She's slurping down the ramen as if she hasn't eaten in hours - she probably hasn't. Her job as an attorney was a demanding one, after all. "Same as always." she responds when she's done with her food. "I'll be using the guest bedroom tonight again. I was assigned another case." she laughs bitterly.

Jungkook furrows his brows at Namjoon who nods at Via. "You should relax more often. I can run you a bath?" he offers.

Via shakes her head. She grabs ahold of the mountain of files and makes her way down the hall to the guest bedroom. "I'll run a quick shower. Love you, Joonie. You, too, Kookie. Thanks for the food!"

Jungkook doesn't get to respond before he hears a door open and close. He turns towards Namjoon. He's eating his food normally. "You two don't sleep together?" he questions lowly. "Is that a normal occurence in this household?"

"She works all day, you know that." Namjoon shrugs. He pushes the bowl away from him and burps slowly. "We both bring work home with us. Never time to actually sleep regardless so we'll rather not disturb the other."

Jungkook scoffs but doesn't say anything. It was weird seeing a couple like Namjoon and Via - both once so loving towards the other act so distant when it comes to their jobs. But it wasn't Jungkook's place to question afterall, he wasn't apart of their relationship to see the in's and out's of it.

Jungkook washes the dishes thankfully and Namjoon takes a quick shower before he enters the bedroom to finish correcting the assignments. He comes across yours and something catches his eyes. It's numbers at the top of the paper - he realizes it's a phone number with a heart at the end of it.

Of course, as time went on, Namjoon knew there would be three types of students. There were good ones - yes, the ones like him in University that overachieve and strove to be excellent. There were the bad ones who didn't try the least bit and only seemed to be in University for the hell of it. Namjoon considered himself nice enough, but blunt. He was going to let whoever know about themselv when it came to his class.

Namjoon crosses his arms as the students pile into their desks. There was a seating chart in his class - simply because he knew they enjoyed familiarity. When the students arrived, he placed down their quizzes that they took not too long ago with their graded marks. He watches as some students chat, excited with their marks. Others, not so much. They groaned and sme beamed depending on their marks.

Namjoon could feel the glaring eyes on him - but he didn't care. He was their professor, not a friend. He couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself at the penetrating eyes from the failing students. It was still early on, however, and they could make up their marks whenever they desired to - as long as they tried.

You were the different type of student he spoke of. After being your professor for a few, he finally realized just who you were and why you appeared familiar to him. Min Yoongi, your brother, was a friend of his dating back to his senior year of High School. Yoongi was a few years older than himself, but the two of them clicked like fine wine. He remained close with Yoongi til this day - yet he couldn't put his finger on where he seen you before until he laid in his bed at night, thinking about it.

You were now entering your second year of University and admittedly, were nothing like your brother. Yoongi was laid back, he didn't like crowded spaces and often stayed to himself or a close knit friend group. You, however, were wild and crazy. Namjoon told himself that you were because you came from a strict household of two older brothers who didn't allow you to date in High School and a father who didn't play games when it came to either of his child - especially you. You were loud and energentic unlike your other two siblings.

When he witnesses you the next few weeks, he notices how you enjoy showing skin. Again, something you were permitted to do until you were of age. He could remember far back when you were a teenager and had to wear skirts no shorter than knee length and shirts that covered it all. Now, seeing you dress as if you were going to night clubs or bars - dark red leather that showed too much skin or short skirts that allows anyone to see the smoothness of your skin. Of course, the school wouldn't approve this - but there was only so much they would do to someone paying to attend.

Namjoon knows you still live with your parents - he knows your father would never allow you to dress this way. You must take off the clothes you leave out the house in as soon as you enter school grounds.

Namjoon pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose when he hears footsteps coming closer to him. Class ended a little over 5 minutes ago and he was sure everyone should be out by now. He was grading papers when he lifts his eyes up to see you.

Bending over his desk.

Namjoon swallows a lump that was caught in his throat, his eyes staying on your breast for a second too long for his liking. "Yes...?" Namjoon murmurs when he reaches your eyes.

Namjoon sees a smirk form onto your lips - glossy lips that shined in the lights, he notes. "Namjoon-ssi." you say his name with a low moan and Namjoon is soon coughing. You stand straight and take a step back, tilting your head. "I'll see you later." you say, strolling out of his room with a sway of your hips, his eyes dipping down to the way you waltz out.

What was he doing entertaining thoughts such as this? You were nothing but a student and a close friends younger sibling - he couldn't think of you in such a manner. Especailly since he had his own fiance at home.

Namjoon had his suspicions of you. He didn't want to be called crazy but as a man, you know when someone - especially a woman - is pinning after you. This is what Namjoon suspects when it comes to you. He see's you in the parking lot of the school after hours. You aren't alone, however. You're seated on top of a red convertible, arms wrapped around the neck of an unknown student and the both of you are making out, tongue swirling inside the others mouth. His see's the man's hands upon your bare thighs - you wore shorts today - and inches closer to your waist.

"Y/N." Namjoon calls as he stands by his own car. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

At the call of your name, you disconnect yourself from the boy and look towards him. Your lipgloss is smeared and your eyes roll at him. "I didn't know you drive, Namjoon-ssi. I'm so accustomed to my brother driving you everywhere."

Namjoon frowns when he hears the unknown boy laughing. When he turns his head his eyes catch a glimpse. It's a student of his - one that is failing. Namjoon unlocks his car door and opens it. "You two wouldn't be failing my class if you were as interested in studying as you were showing public indecency."

As Namjoon drives home, he feels foolish. He always told himself that he could read people easily and solve their intentions. You were popular - people flocked to you easily and it appeared as though wherever you walked, people stood out the way. As he told himself, he was no fool when it came to a woman's advances. It was as if you were provoking him - being with another man as if taunting him. Why else would you be out in public and near his car out of all places?

So this is how Namjoon finds himself requesting to speak with you privately after class. It was the end of the day and very few Professors stayed behind as long as he did. He wasn't looking forward to confronting you. There was a possibility that what he was thinking of could be something else entirely. He didn't want to offend you in the slighest.

But, Namjoon had to. It was eating him alive and he needed to know what trick you were playing with him. Was this a form of entertaining for you? If so, he had to end this right now. He didn't want to play anything when it came to you - his student and friend's little sister.

"Y/N-ah." Namjoon nods as he shuts the door to his classroom. She was standing by the array of desks with her arms crossed. "Have a seat, please." Namjoon says. He goes towards his desk and sits down, expecting for her to sit in the desk in front of him so they can start their discussion.

But you don't. Of course you don't.

Namjoon yelps when he feels you are seated in his lap. You had walked around his desk without making much noise Your hands were touching the many papers on his desk boredly. "What did you want to talk about, Namjoon-ssi?" you question nonchalantly.

Namjoon grinds his teeth together. He could feel you move every so often in his lap as you look though his paperwork. "Are you going to talk, Namjoon-ssi? I don't have all day and I'm sure you don't either." you murmur to him, looking over your shoulder to release a giggle at his face. It was as though he was holding in a breath.

As you slowly - painfully slow, Namjoon notes - rock your hips, ass pressed against him, Namjoon tenses. "Get off of me right now." Namjoon hisses, his cheeks reddening. Because if he could feel it - so could you. His pants were tight, and his cock beneath his clothes pants was hardened.

"Why?" you frown, mouth forming a pout. "I'm just reorganizing your papers? Don't we need to talk, Namjoon-ssi?"

This was inappropriate in every way possible. He was an engaged man - having been since the age of 26. He loved his fiance and this was doing nothing but going against everything he believed in.

You were also a student of his. Though you were the legal age of consent, you were still his student. There was a power dynamic (even if you held all the power) and he would never take advantage of that.

And...you were Yoongi's sister.

"I'm going to keep organizing." you murmur, bucking your hips again. You take the stacks of paper and do as you said you would, your hips slowly circlingly on his waist. You take one of his pens - a royal blue one with the finest tip - and begin to write on a scrap paper.

Namjoon's hands unknowingly land onto your hips. His mind was clouded for a second, the sensation of you on his lap, ass pressed against his cock - something he hasn't felt in so long - was amazing.

Suddenly, Namjoon comes to his senses. "Get out." he snatches his hands away from you. His lifts himself from his chair and you fall against his desk slightly. "We have nothing left to speak of."

You click your tongue. You turn towards him and drop the pen against his desk. It rolls onto the ground, but neither of you go to grab it. You smile up at him sweetly. There was a height difference, but that doesn't stop you from kissing his exposed collarbone lightly. It was a feathery kiss - so soft that he thought he imagined it.

"Get out, Y/N." Namjoon repeats more stern. And you do. Namjoon waits for the classroom door to shut before he releases a sigh, hands running through his hair. He crashes against the chair and shakes his head.

His eyes catches the writing on the scrap paper, the familiar blue pen that now laid upon the floor.

'I want you' written onto it, a single heart at the end of it.

Namjoon manages to get through the sea of students strolling the halls. He wore a new suit that Via had bought for him. She had ironed it the night before, stating that he would look just handsome with it. However, even when Via was being a wife to him - surprisingly - he couldn't contain his...excitement? Anticipation? Maybe it was the challenge of facing you again like he had for months. Nothing far inappropriate, just his eyes lingering on yours like yours did to his. Or he would notice the way you would sit closer to the front now, your legs on display each time it was sunny out.

When Namjoon opens the door to his classroom after eating his lunch, he finds you inside. You're seated on top of his desk, beneath you were paperwork and upcoming assignments. Not like you cared - you never cared. "Took you long enough." you snicker, rolling your eyes as he closes the door. Your eyes are on his as he steps closer to you. "Do you have something to say?"

"I have a wife. Well fiance." Namjoon says, swallowing the lump in his throat. "And I love her."

Namjoon waits for your reaction. You eye him. Your eyes appear as daggers, but he cannot read your overall expression. Did you know of Via from Yoongi or was this new to you.

"And?" you giggle. You uncross your legs, the short skirt you wore rising up your thighs. Namjoon is directly in front of you, suit feeling tighter and tighter as the seconds roll on. The halls are quiet, even when the students were once occupying it prior to attending their lunch hours.

The classroom felt smaller - as if closing in on him. Your eyes were one of a huntress catching their prey. You had him where you wanted him, and Namjoon was unsure if he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. "And?" you repeated. Namjoon comes closer now, gulping. "You still want me?"

Namjoon nods without realizing it, not until he feels your hands grip his suit jacket and pull him closer to you. "I want to hear you say it, Namjoon-ssi. Admit that you want me."

"I want you." Namjoon admits, his mind swirls from reality and all he can think of is you.

That was all you needed from him. Your lips crashed against his in a heated moment. Your hands don't unclench from his suit and Namjoon was sure that the once ironed suit would be wrinkled by the time he got home tonight.

You release a throaty moan when you feel Namjoon's tension release. He doesn't hesitate any longer and his hands roam your body freely. He hasn't felt a body in his hands in so long - Via was always too tired and busy to entertain him, and he didn't wish to bother her.

You catch Namjoon's lips between your teeth. They were so plump and full as you always imagined them to be in your childhood. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him much closer to you than you ever imagined he would be.

"Y/N." Namjoon moans against your lips. It was his discernment speaking with him, telling him what he was doing was wrong. He gently pulls your hair to get you to stop kissing him - but it does nothing but make you want more. "Wait, Y/N." he says sternly.

"What?" you pout, annoyed. "Please...don't stop." you whispered an order at him, narrowing your eyes. You wanted him, and by his reaction, you knew he wanted you, as well.

Namjoon shoves you roughly. You're laying flat against his desk, the paperwork flying around. You wrap your legs tighter around him to make sure he doesn't unwrap himself from you.

"I have a secret to tell, Namjoon-ssi." you mumble, a curt smirk on your lips. "I'm not wearing any panties."

Namjoon gulps - throat dry. His eyes glance a peak between your skirt. He was close to seeing if it was true, every so slowly. All he had to do was bend down and see for himself. And he does, but before he could see for himself, his phone sounds. The alarm that tells him lunch time is over.

You drop your legs from his waist and lift yourself up with a huff. You push yourself away from him, fiing your disheveled hair and appearance.

Namjoon lets his grasp on your thighs go. His eyes watch you fix yourself up, legs crossed to hide the secret you told him. Then, you lift yourself up. Your eyes flutter up to his own and Namjoon releases a stressed sigh. "I can wait, Namjoon-ssi." you murmur, coming closer to him. "I've been waiting long enough, so don't make me wait too long."

Namjoon doesn't take his eyes from you. He can't, not even when you make your way out of his room and down the hall. He is released from his trance when he can no longer hear your footsteps.

Namjoon tries to search his mind for what he's doing, but he can't. This was now a full fledged affair that Namjoon knew, deep down, that it wasn't going to be over until the two of you got the release needed.

Namjoon places his shirt in the washer, his eyes glancing watching as the soap and water wash away the lip gloss on his shirt. He stares at the washing machine washing away his affair in self-loathing. He knows how it got there and understands that it would possibly happen again. It was as if his mind couldn't think straight when you were around him. One thing for certain, you left the heart-shaped lip gloss stain on his shirt on purpose.

"Joonie?" Via's voice calls for him as she enters their home. Namjoon furrows a brow, his concentration from his thoughts of you are left behind as he ehars her footsteps around the home.

Namjoon leaves the laundry room, giving his wife a dimpled smile. "You're home early." he notes, kissing her cheeks. She didn't have any files in her arms and appeared relaxed. It was a good look on her.

"Ah, yes. I'm nearly done with the case." she admits, eyes tired but gleaming with determination. "I thought we could have dinner together. We haven't in months."

Dinner felt whole again. Months it consisted of Jungkook coming over to keep him company during dinner while Via couldn't. When Jungkook couldn't, he would eat alone and leave a plate for Via when came home. There were a few times when she would come home with stacks of files and just eat quickly before retreating to the guest bedroom. now as Via and he sat and ate and converse, he realized that he missed his wife in more ways than one.

Now Via laid besides him asleep, a soft snore coming between her lips. Namjoon laid against the bedframe, the book opened in his hands. His desk lamp on his side of the bed was on but dim enough to not disturb Via. It felt foreign sharing their bed again, it's been months since they laid together. However, the words on the book appeared as gibberish. He couldn't concentrate what he was attempting to read.

His mind remained on you. And the release he felt as though he needed. His mind was in despair, attacking him as a man. His wife lay beside him and of course, his desires for forbidden fantasies are upon you. You were someone that appeared utterly forbidden as a young, university student - his student. His friend's younger sister - Yoongi and you weren't as close as him and his own sister, but there was still a level of respect. You were of age, but regardless, he was nearing 30 and engaged to marry while you were freshly new to college. His mind told him he was attempting to steal your youth.

But, what did you mean? You've been waiting for him? Your words sounded sincere enough - but how did you wait? Surely your young eyes weren't upon him as a child. That made Namjoon's heart flutter - in both excitement and disappointment. Because then that would mean that even as he came around you as a friend to Yoongi, that you eventually developed a crush that skyrocketed to lust - and could he take advantage of that?

Even so, this all was a game to you he was sure. You weren't dumb by any means, even when you chose to get what you want with your body instead of your brains. He doesn't judge you, however, you came from a strict household afterall. You seeking him out specifically had to be something deeper than just wanting to have relations with your professor - if that was the case you had 10 others around the University.

Namjoon shuts the book with a groan. Maybe it was far into this...affair? He should call it that since he has since far cheated on his fiance. He shoudln't be thinking of your motives now after he has already felt your lips upon his.

Namjoon lays beneath the covers, his back facing Via. He wasn't going to put the blame on you for being desirable. No, you were a woman growing into yourself and he was the older man that couldn't stop himself - so he says. He could stop what he was doing with you. He could tell you what you two were doing was inappropriate. Namjoon had the power to stop this.

But he didn't want to - and that's what frightened him.

Now here Namjoon sits in his last period class, discussing the Jungian archetypes - the same topic for months now. He leans against his desk as he listens to the students discussions. Even so, he could feel your eyes upon him. He felt like he was in High School again, avoiding the gazes of the girls he had crushes on in embarrassment. But, you weren't his crush - he was a grown man who didn't have crushes.

Yet and still, your eyes intimidated him. He didn't love you - and he knew you didn't love him. He only felt a sense of adventure when it came to you. The thrill of the risk - as horrible as it was. He had no future plans with you in general and you couldn't mean much to him besides being the sister of his friend and now, ironically, his student.

What if the two of you only kissed - would that be as bad as a full on affair?

You raise your hand to signal Namjoon's attention. He blinks at you and then nods his head. "What about the shadow archetype?" you question.

"We all have the shadow archetype." Namjoon answers. "It's compossed of our weaknesses and desires."

Namjoon swallows.

"I've been reading Jung's work, Namjoon-ssi," you say, turning the pages of your book. "and he says the shadow can appear in dreams or visions."

Namjoon nods. Maybe that's why his own dreams possessed you constantly - in all forms, more ways than one.

"Have you ever been visited by the shadow?" you ask him, your eyes dancing with amusement.

Namjoon doesn't answer, and thankfully time was up regardless. He coughs, turning around to the stacks of graded assignments. He calls for his students to come correct their assignments. He congratulates a few of them on their marks and suggests that the ones with low ones come to him if they have any questions. He grabs his brief case and is ready to flee the classroom just when you call his name. He turns to you, his eyes not reaching yours. "I have questions about my grade."

Namjoon furrows a brow. "You're passing my class." he retorts. "What questions would you have?"

"As a professor, you should be far more concerned for your students, Namjoon-ssi." you hiss. You're in front of him before he can blink, closing the door slowly.

Namjoon's lips turn to a straight line. He was ready to leave - something that was new to him because he never leaves when University is over. But he needed to avoid you entirely. "What do you want from me?" he murmurs in defeat. The question sounded weak, even coming from him. He gulps when he see's you inch closer to him. He tells himself that he has the power to stop this - all of this. But when he witnesses you stop directly in front of him and grab his tie - a girf from Via - and bring his lips to yours, he questions how he would do it.

Namjoon's lips dance with yours. His fingers dug into your hips but then he soon snatched them away. You disconnect your lips from his with a frown and a glare. "I'm not weak nor a child, Namjoon-ssi."

Before Namjoon knows it, you push him into the leather desk chair. Your hands are on his belt buckle, ripping it off in a matter of seconds. Namjoon's hands grip the arm of the chair. You were quick in taking his cock out in seconds. You're stroking him at a good pace - so good that Namjoon has to stop you. He places his large hands over your small ones.

"I'm not going to stop, Namjoon-ssi." you mumble, opening your mouth to send a kitten lip onto the tip of his cock. Namjoon's naiols dig into the chair. "Not unless you want me to."

Your lips wrapped around him, the sparkly lip gloss you wore painting his cock as you suck. Your eyes don't leave his, not even when Namjoon unknowingly thrusts into your mouth, moaning lowly. A groan leaves your throat and Namjoon thinks maybe he thrusts too hard and nearly chokes you. But when he see's the tears in the corner of your eyes and the pure lust in your eyes, he know's you enjoy it just as much as he does.

Namjoon grabs the back of your head and thrusts with no remorse. This was the release he needed that he hadn't had in months. Your mouth was wet and warm, inviting. He lets himself get loose, moaning a little louder with each buck of his hips. Soon he's shuddering, about to cum. You don't move, not even when he tries to tug you off of him. His cum shoots out of his tip and into your mouth.

You swallow it whole. When your lips remove themselves from his cock, there's a string of saliva connecting them together. You wipe your mouth, eyes on Namjoon. He's catching his breath, fluttering his eyes open when he senses you hovering above him. You give him a sweet smile that makes him return it. That was before you grab his hand and guide them beneath your skirt - something you wore often now - and he feels the fleshly, wet warmth of your clit.

Namjoon tells himself he should stop - he really should. But feeling how wet and inviting you were, mixed with the risk of doing anything in the classroom with an unlocked door. Namjoon was but a man, so he doesn't hesitate in putting you onto his desk, fingers playing with your clit while you moan. Your moans should have stopped him from continuing, but it eggs him on to continue. He enters two fingers inside of you, marvelling at how wet and tight you were.

Your legs widen on his desk, giving Namjoon a full view of how inviting you truly were. The slick dripped down onto his pumping fingers and it was hard to take his eyes away from the sight. All of this felt taboo - but he hadn't felt this muich excitement in years. It was really sad to say. He was still young - not as young as you maybe - and his life felt bland. He didn't sleep with his wife anymore - more ways than one. He couldn't remember the last time he did anything that made him feel spontaneous such as this - and that was terrible.

You're cumming, Namjoon notes. Your breathing hitches and your hips are buckling. The moans that releases from your lips are so heavenly that Namjoon doesn/t care that his fingers are soaked.

It takes you a few minutes to calm down, but when you do, you scoot yourself from the desk. Namjoon doesn't look at you - the awkwardness kicking in. He wipes his fingers with a few discarded napkins on his desk. You lift yourself from his desk and fix your skirt.

"Y/N," Namjoon calls, eyes looking your way now. "Don't-"

"I know, Namjoon-ssi." you giggle, waving at him. You open the door to his classroom and walk out. "I won't say a thing. It'll be our little secret."

Your footsteps down the hall makes his gut feeling intense. He wasn't going to tell her to keep the secret - something that should've came from his mouth. He was going to plead for her not to go.

Namjoon stayed home the next week, taking up his sick day vacation. He made sure to email all his students their assignments and state that he would be working from home. Jungkook has come to visit him a few times, each time questioning if he was truly sick. Namjoon appeared conflicted, not sick. But it wasn't his business to go any further into Namjoon's life.

Once the week was up, Namjoon returned to the University. He was greeted by a few teachers who asked if he was alright. Some of his students asked the same thing and it made him feel welcomed. Months ago when he first started teacher as a young professor, he was afraid that the students wouldn't click with him, but he was proud to admit they had.

Namjoon stalks the halls to his classroom, not before finding you a few feet down speaking with a few of his students. He stops, his eyes narrowing at you. You turn to him, lifting a brow. "We need to speak of your assignments lately, Y/N-ah." he says before walking towards his classroom. Internally, you're beaming with hysteria but you compose yourself in front of your friends - more acquaintances than anything.

Namjoon lays his brief case upon his desk and hums lowly to himself. He was a scholar, yes. But he still had his own needs. It haunts him day and night and he knows he cannot get rid of these thoughts unless he goes along with them.

The day is slow - painfully slow than any other day since he started. Maybe because he was waiting for you at the end of it. His mind wonders if you're waiting for him just as he was for you.

At his final class ends and the students pile out, Namjoon shuts his door. He's unaware if you're on him first, or if he was on you. His lips find your neck, soft and inviting. You smelt heavenly. You grip his hair lightly and release a few gasps when he sits down, flunging you on top of him. He's gripping your thighs - you wore jeans today, weirdly - and your hands are roaming his torso.

EVerything about this excited Namjoon to his core. He could feel you pressed against him so heavenly. He knew this was wrong and it had to be stopped - but he brought you here for a purpose afterall.

"We can go back to your place." you murmur when you release your lips from his.

Namjoon shudders. "I-I can't." she shakes his head. He could if he wanted to. Via was at work and Jungkook never came unannounced.

"Please, Namjoon-ssi." you whispered, lips on his cheeks. "We'll never get privacy unless we go elsewhere. I know you have your own home." her fingers are playing with his tie.

Namjoon kisses you. Possibly this was his way of denying you, his hopes for you to not ask him again. But you do nothing but rub against him, a throaty groan releasing. You had no intentions of stopping yourself - not until he gave you what you wanted. And you wanted him - all of him. Whatever he was willing to give you.

Namjoon releases a breath. "She won't be home this weekend." he sighs in defeat, the feeling of you rubbing against him started to play with his mind.

Maybe it was the temptation of being with you. His desire catapults whenever you're around him. As soon as Namjoon returns home, he's planning on ways to get Via to not come home. It was easier said than done, of course. Via always came home at night even if the two of them barely spoke. His mind can only think of one thing - and that's a getaway Via has been hinting she wanted to go on. The only issue was - it was with him. And he couldn't get his release with you if he went on a weekend getaway with his wife.

"Joonie." Via smiles as she enters the sitting room where Namjoon scrolls through his phone. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." he nods, a nervous smile on his lips. "I was thinking about that trip you wanted to take. To Seoul."

Via's interest peaks. She stands above her fiance and tilts her head.

"I wouldn't be able to go." Namjoon frowns. "I have a meeting this weekend at the University. It's mandatory."

"Then why don't we go next weekend?" Via suggests the obvious.

"I...I just want you to relax and unwind." Namjoon says lowly. He leans his head back onto the couch. "You're always stressed and bringing your work home with you. I want you to have that spa day you deserve." Namjoon gives her a dimpled smile. "I hope you aren't upset but...I already paid for it."

"Joonie!" Via gasps, but Namjoon can see her excitement.

It makes him feel like an asshole when she wraps her arms around him tightly, and he returns the favor. Even when he is watching her as she drives down the driveway of their home, a short wave. His mind is telling him to think about what his body wants to do. For hours he thought about what the right thing to do was - and it wasn't this. Having an affair with a student of his that he had a deeper connection with because of her brother. He couldn't think of his friend without thinking of his sister, and that was the problem.

His relationship with Yoongi was slowly going to die down - on his side especially. He hadn't spoken to the man in weeks and that was because he couldn't without his own mind telling him he was a bad friend. A bad husband - and a bad Scholar.

Namjoon spoke to you the same day Via leaves. He was unsure how you got his number because he never gave it to you nor did he ever call or text you. He got rid of the number you left on his desk months ago. He doesn't respond to the messages you send, his heart telling him that he shouldn't be doing this - not to poor Via who was nothing but a good fiance and soon to be wife.

But as Namjoon opens the texts you send, now pictures and short videos. You wore lingerie, red at that. The red against your skin makes the color vibrant and he's ashamed to be salivating at the smoothness your skin appears. The way your breasts cup the bra, as if it was ready to burst any moment makes him give you the address you had asked him for hours prior.

But, he was nothing but nerves when he heard a few knocks on his door. He gulps, palm sweaty. He opens the doors to see you, eyes watching his intently. He moves aside and allows you to come in. He closes the door before his neighbors find it suspicious. He turns to you, finding the shorts you wore too tight against your skin. The shirt you wore was tied in the front, revealing your belly button that for some odd reason, fascinates him. Was he a creep? Maybe.

"I think we should stop." Namjoon speaks. "I'm about to be married and-"

"Did that stop you from fingering me in your classroom?" you interrupt. Your eyes dance around the modern style home. "Is this your wife?" you ask loudly. The picture hanging on the far wall is of Namjoon and Via. It was an old picture of them at her graduation. Her curly hair is freshly cut shoulder length and a bright wide smile on her lips. Your eyes scan the picture before nodding. "Did it stop you from cumming down my throat?"

You vacate your stance in front of the picture of him and his fiance and now you're sauntering towards him. Namjoon pushes away from you as if you were going to burn him. However, he couldn't escape you - not now. You're in his home afterall and there was nowhere to hide at this moment. You are smiling now, pushing your body against him. "I thought you wanted me, Namjoon-ssi?"

Namjoon is conflicted because, yes, he did want you. But his heart is screaming at him to stop this affair. He was going to ruin his life with one simple lustfilled act and disrespect his wife in the process.

When your arms wrap around his neck, he wants to fight you. But he can't. He melts into your arms and subconsciously leans into your touch. You jump up to wrap your legs around his waist and he catches you effortlessly. You let out a little giggle before kissing his lips. You weren't going to allow him to get away any longer - you've fought for his attention for years now. You break the kiss to breathe. "I know you feel something Namjoon." you murmur. This is the first time you addressed him informally.

"Y/N..." he cuts himself off. His hands on your thighs are gripping.

"Just one night." you state. "We'll do whatever we want with each other and then I'll let you live your life again."

Your plan was foolish. But so was he. He couldn't get his mind off of you after his first day as your professor. It was clouding his every being and he desired nothing more than to be with you.

Namjoon thinks of the vows he would say to Via upon their marriage. He ponders if he would cry when he saw her in the dress. They've been engaged for years now and sometimes he wonders if they'll ever be wed. Via was so busy with work that the one moment she wasn't, he ships her off to Seoul for a Spa weekend while he remains home for an affair.

Did Via ever cheat on him? Was she unfaithful - even if it didn't go as far as sex? He ponders if you ever looked at your male co-workers and thought of them as more than that. You had assistants that were males every once in a while - were you unfaithful with them?

No, this was Via. She was a wonderful soul that put others before herself. She was loyal - unlike him. She had control of herself. She had standards. She busied herself in her studies and work - and it paid off. She was the highest paid attorney in the city while he was a professor at the University allowing students to get to him.

Now, he laid on his bed between your legs, tongue ravishing your clit as you moaned and tugged on his hair. You were sweet and savory - he was hungry for more. He couldn't get enough of your moans. His fingers dug into you at a satisfying pace and he wanted to taste your cum. The months of him using his palm to get off were over now - and he was ready to fuck into you.

Namjoon lifts himself up just as you were about to cum. He slaps your thigh. It was as if he was a different person - not the clumsy professor that was utterly awkward in class. Namjoon removes his shirt, bringing his lips to yours. The taste of your wetness against your lips makes you moan out for more. You never wanted a man more than you wanted Kim Namjoon. Your hands roamed around his body, feeling the way his bare muscles flex at your soft touch.

You swallow. You wanted him in your mouth now, and when you try to touch his cock he jerks away. Your eyes flutter open, pouting at a frowning Namjoon. He lifts himself up, releasing his cock from the painfully tight briefs he wore and you lick your lips. The tip of his cock had pre-cum dripping from it and your desires to taste the salty cum down your throat once more intensifies.

"Turn around." Namjoon demands, his voice deep and eyes dark. You waste no time in doing as you're told, lifting your ass in the air for him. Namjoon hisses. He grabs the condom on his dresser - recently bought the day prior - and rips it open. He places the condom onto his cock and releases a sigh. There was no going back now. He was going to fuck you in the bed he shared with his wife.

Namjoon enters you. A sharp hiss releases from his throat when he feels your walls clench around him. He thrusts slowly, eyes rolling in the back of his head. He hasn't felt anything like this in months. Your wetness surrounding him surprises him. The condom was on still, he's checked, but the tightness and warmth appears as if he wasn't wearing one.

Namjoon quicken his pace. His nails dig into your hips and at your moans, he doesn't hesitate to buckle his hips roughly into you. The lack of sex makes him want to never stop. The sound of skin slapping is heard throughout the room - the once quiet room he lays in every night.

Via was once a sexual person and they had sex almost every night. As work piled up, she lost the satisfaction of wanting to and would rather sleep. He didn't blame her - he never did.

You clench around Namjoon, grunts releasing themselves from your lips. You feel is palms smack against your ass sharply and at that you scream. You've never been fucked this good before. But Namjoon was a man - a more experienced man. He was much older than you and the boys you've been with. He had years to perfect his craft.

Namjoon's hand tangled into your hair, yanking you back as he pounds into you. Your neck aches, but it's nothing you're not willing to deal with if it mean he was going to fuck into you.

"I've wanted you for so long." you admit, your eyes are trying their hardest to stay open. "Your cock is so much better than I've ever expected."

Namjoon grunts. Your words make him want to never stop fucking you. When did your desire for him grow? He doesn't want to think of you as a little girl wanting him. Maybe in High School? After High School?

Namjoon doesn't want to cum yet. He flips you back onto your back, lifting your legs to your shoulders. The sight of your fucked out expression, wet pussy and bouncing breast is what's going to make him cum. You were beautiful - you always were. He watches his cock slip in and out of you effortlessly - you were wet and dripping all over the sheets.

"You're slutty." Namjoon's voice reaches your ears. His thumb rubs your wet clit as he fucks you. "This is what you've wanted, huh? To be fucked by me?"

You're nodding your head, pussy clenching around him. You were going to cum soon if he kept rubbing your clit. But Namjoon knows this, and he doesn't stop. He continues assaulting your clit, teeth biting his bottom lip. His free hand wraps around your neck. You're caught off guard, but you don't fight him. Instead, you wrap a smaller hand around his wrist as your high reaches you. You buckle your hips and soon you're cumming.

Namjoon marvels at you squirming before him, your wetness shooting out to hit him in his abdomen. He groans and fucks into you deeper. He was going to cum and second now.

Namjoon releases himself from you and removes the condom. He's unsure as to why, but he hovers above your face and cums on your face. The cum dripping down your cheeks onto your breast and into your open mouth was a sight. He wishes he could capture a moment like this - but his memory would have to do.

Namjoon can't recall the last time he had so much sex. The weekend goes by and he can't get his hands off of you - and vice versa. After a short nap, Namjoon wakes with you bouncing on top of him, feet on both sides of him to hold your balance. No room or area was safe from the two of you. He fucks you more on his bed, then brings you out towards th hallway - his hanging dipolma dropping onto the floor when he pushes you against the wall to fuck into you deeper.

When it was time to shower, the sight of your naked body wet was enough to fuck you for an hour inside - cramped and all. The couch was amazing for him to sit and watch your tits bounce as you ride him. His tongue swirls your nipples as you do so, the roundness of your breast and the perkiness of your nipples was inviting. He never wanted to stop.

Namjoon laid you upon the kitchen island and eats you out hungrily. His head is bobbing back and forth, one hand holding your thigh and the other squeezing your breast. He proceeds to fuck you on the same island, the sound of your moans egging him on. He has since ran out of condoms - but that didn't bother him. Each time he was ready to cum, he would pull out and cum on whatever body part he desired. Each time you allowed him to.

Now, the two of you sit quietly at the breakfast table. You're naked and the only think Namjoon has on is boxer briefs. He wasn't a cook so all he could manage to give you was cereal - as embarrassing as it was. You eat it happily, however, and don't mind.

Namjoon's minds wander to you and him. Of course, this couldn't happen again, no matter how much he enjoyed it. But, his mind lingers on one question in particular. "Why me?"

"Huh?" you ask, slurping up the rest of your milk.

"You said you were waiting so long. Why me?" Namjoon asks. His eyes scans your reaction.

"I've had a crush on you for years now." you admit. You put the empty bowl down and glance away. "But you were Yoongi's friend and I wasn't allowed to date until I was 18."

Namjoon's heart thumps at the mention of Yoongi's name. He feels disappointed in himself. He feels as though he has taken advantage of you.

"And I know you'd never return my feelings." your voice makes Namjoon want to punch himself. "But I'm willing to have you in whatever way."

Namjoon is taken aback. "W-What do you mean?" he questions. "You shouldn't settle for me."

You frown, your bottom lip pushing out in a childish pout.

"You deserve someone who could love you. Not a man who has an affair with their friend's sister who's also my student." Namjoon snickers at himself bitterly. He knows now that he did take advantage of your crush on him, and he feels horrible about doing so. "I can be here for you no more than a Professor. And a friend, as well. I've known you prior to you being my student."

You nod. This was his way of turning you down, you know this. But in a way he was right.

A loud knocks sounds on the door. Your heart is pumping, your arms are automatically going to cover naked body. Namjoon lifts himself up. "Go upstairs." he quickly demands. He's thankful that he shut the windows the day you came.

Namjoon walks towards the front door in high alert. He peaks out the peak hole and his blood runs cold.

"W-Who is it?" you murmur beind him like a deer caught in head lights.

"Go upstairs, Y/N. Now!" Namjoon hisses. He knew the familiar SUV parked outside. "It's Yoongi."

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