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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Jeon Jungkook ~ Fight Or Flight [M]

➳➳➳Word Count: 2,444

➳➳➳Paring: Pilot!Jungkook x Stewardess!Reader

➳➳➳Genre: Smut, AU, Fluffy!!

➳➳➳A/N: It’s becoming increasingly uncomfortable that I suck at names

Your relationship with Jungkook had to be kept private and a huge secret, if anyone higher up in the JK International found out you would both be fired for disobeying the contracted. It strictly prohibited any members of staff from dating but it didn't stop you and Jungkook, you started off as a one night stand thanks to a layover in America and it slowly began to grow into a blossoming relationship. You were both terrified of losing the jobs you loved but at the same time if it came down to choosing him or your job you would give up the job for him without a second thought about it.

"Good morning and welcome to JK International." You said to every passenger that came on board that morning, Jungkook was standing beside you and greeting everyone as they passed him. This was something your company insisted upon, greeting everyone that boarded with the Pilots included.

"Hi, Mr Garrison, new hairstyle?" You questioned one of the customers you saw on a regular basis, he smiled at you and threw his arms around your waist and rubbing the small of your back, something you found creepy at first but adapted to once you saw his Husband travelling with him.

"It is, so nice of you to notice, I'll see you later." He walked away sending you a wink and going to his assigned seat in first class where you would be working that flight.

"Mr Andrews, it's so nice to see you back with JK International." You smiled at the man and he chuckled taking your hands in his and rubbing them, you saw Jungkook tense from the corner of your eye and you ignored it continuing to talk to Mr Andrews who was one of the earliest customers that JK International had.

"I'm glad to be back, is this one of the new pilots?" He eyed Jungkook up and down and you giggled shaking your head,

"No, he's one of the first pilots JK International had, we're very lucky to have him." Mr Andrews smiled at Jungkook and shook his head,

"Thank you for flying us today." Jungkook nodded and Andrews turned back to look at you,

"I'll see you back there young lady." He walked away and Jungkook relaxed a little more only to tense back up the next time a male customer greeted you or complimented you.

"It must be so hard being a stewardess." Mr Andrews said later in the flight, you were pouring him a whiskey when he struck up a conversation with you. Jungkook had come out from the Pilots bay to stretch since his shift was over and caught you smiling at the man.

"Why's that?" You questioned setting down the drink and getting him a napkin,

"You have no time for relationships, and I bet you're frustrated," You laughed off his crude comment and stood up straight seeing Jungkook watching you from the door,

"Good afternoon Captain," You teased walking past him and purposively pushing your ass against his crotch, you knew how wild the uniform you had to wear drove him. It was a red pencil skirt and matching blazer with a white button-up blouse that showed off just the right amount of cleavage and it drove him crazy, whenever he saw you in it he wanted to pin you to the wall and have his way with you but of course, you couldn't do that on a plane full of passengers.

"Good afternoon Miss Y/l/n," He greeted, once he was sure no one was looking he joined you behind the curtain in the small kitchen and pressed his hard-on against you,

"You're killing me here." He whispered in your ear and you smirked pushing back against him and swinging your hips just a little, it was probably the lower amount of oxygen getting into your bloodstream and brain that was making you both more aroused but you didn't care, you needed him more than words could express.

"Four more hours." He whispered to you in your other ear, his hand trailing up your exposed thigh and stopping just where your skirt sat,

"And you're all mine." He bit down on your ear and walked away going to talk to other customers that were sitting in the first-class bay. You went back to serving Mr Andrews and he began making his regular comments at you, so you flirted back playfully like you always did.

Those last four hours dragged as though they didn't want to pass and you only grew more uncomfortable with how Jungkook had left you in the kitchen,

"Thank you for flying with us, please come again soon." You said to a couple who were leaving, Jungkook was standing beside you again and watching as you said goodbye to each of the customers when it came to Mr Andrews he froze in place watching how you interacted with him,

"Thank you so much, I always love coming on board to you." Mr Andrews chuckled handing you a roll of money and walking away, you took it from your hand and walked it over to the kitchen bay, Jungkook followed you in silence watching as you took the money and put it into a jar in the cupboard. Whenever you or the other stewardesses were given money from generous customers you put it into the jar and made plans to deal it out at the end of the year.

"Why did he pay you?" Jungkook asked in an authoritative tone, you turned to look at him with your hand over your chest you hadn't heard him following you.

"It's a tip," You told him and he scoffed,

"I'd like to give that man a tip, stay away from you. You're fucking mine." He grumbled as you walked off the plane together, you were beyond tired and wanted to go home to bed but Jungkook had other ideas in mind when he saw how Mr Andrews was acting towards you. It'd been winding him up all day and he was ready to release some stress using you as his favourite pastime, he gripped your elbow and began to briskly walk you towards the pilot's bathroom in the airport.

"Jungkook what if someone sees?" He pushed you through the door into the small bathroom, he slammed and locked the door turning around to face you as you leant back against the cubicle door.

"You've bee flirting with other people all day." He grunted at you and you giggled at him,

"Are you jealous?" He bit his lip and you walked over to the sink in front of you and leant against the marble counter, fixing your makeup and taking off the stupid small hat they made you wear,

"I don't get jealous." He said through gritted teeth watching you from in front of the door and he wanted you there and then.

"I can't help it if people flirt with me." You teased him knowing exactly what to do to get him riled up, his fists clenched by his sides as he watched you applying another layer of lipstick his favourite colour on you as well.

"Do you like it?" You asked as you put your lips together rubbing the lipstick in and he walked over to you pushing you onto your knees and rushing to unbuckle his trousers,

"Don't tease Y/n," He warned as you pulled down his trousers and boxers taking out his length and squeezing him in your hand, you stared up at him with innocent eyes and he grunted hardening in your hand from just the look.

"I don't know what you're talking about captain, I was just doing my job." You giggled but he didn't find it funny, he went to say something when you placed him into your mouth, making your way slowly down his length while staring up at him through your eyelashes. His hands rested in your hair as he added a slight pressure to make you take more than what you thought you could manage, you held your head in place when you felt him at the back of your throat and he started small thrusts until you tapped his leg and pulled him out. A string of saliva dripped down your chin and he smirked at you wiping it from your face and smirking at you,

"You look so fucking good like this." He grunted as you took him back into your mouth, your hand massaging the rest of his length that wouldn't fit into your mouth,

"F-Fuck." He knew he wasn't going to last long, you'd been on his mind all day and he needed you there and then, he pulled you off him and turned you around to face the floor-length mirror that was against the wall.

"I want you to look at yourself while I fuck the life out of you." He whispered in your ear, bending you down and dropping onto his knees. He shimmed the panties down that you were wearing and ran one finger along your folds sending a shiver down your spine and causing you to let out a shaky moan,

"I've barely touched you and yet you're soaking for me." You bit down on your lip before you spoke,

"Who said it's for you." He slapped you across the ass and stood up straight and lifted the skirt over your ass and bunched it around your stomach, without any kind of warning he slammed into you making you scream out his name and grip onto the mirror in front of you.

"Who's it for then?" He grumbled his hips snapping into you at a torturously fast pace you could barley adjust to his size and how he was hitting just the right spot that made your room spin.

"J-Jungkook please," You pleaded for him to slow down with you but he couldn't, you'd made him mad all day and you'd just made it worse,

"Who do you belong to?" You stayed silent trying not to scream out anymore, anyone could walk past that door hear you, his hand wrapped around the ponytail and he pulled your head back roughly, the new arch in your back sending you wild,

"You. I'm yours. I'm yours Jungkook." You panted, he let go and you fell forward gripping onto the wall for something to hold, his thrusts became slow and guided again, still hitting your spot and making you moan out small moans.

"D-Don't you think you're overreacting?" You whined out and he smirked thrusting into you and holding still making you whine at the sudden lack of movement but you could feel him twitching inside of you.

"Overreaction? Sweetheart, if anything I'm going easy on you." He whispered into your ear pulling all the way out only to thrust back into you making you cry out,

"Maybe if I marked you everyone would know to leave you alone?" He questioned he moved you to the side of the marble countertop, lifting one of your legs to rest on there so he could thrust up into you and so he would have better access to your neck,

"Would you like that? Hmm, I can feel you clenching baby." He chuckled as you clenched around him at the thought of him marking you for everyone to see. It was something you were normally really cautious about since you weren't supposed to date.

"You want me to mark you?" You began nodding frantically and he moved closer to your neck, his lips hovering above the skin so close you could smell the mint from his chewing gum.

"Beg for it." He whispered into your ear and you turned to jelly, your legs were already shaking from the slow yet rough thrusts and now he was whispering in your ear,

"Please, Kookie. I need you to mark me." But he hadn't moved, you whined out.

"Make everyone know I belong to someone, please Kookie." He smirked at you and kissed the bottom of your neck sucking harshly on the skin attacking your neck,

"Mmm Fuck." You pressed your hips back to have him deeper inside of you and his breathing was getting heavy meaning he was close, he laughed at you as you silently begged for him to start fucking you faster,

"Use your words." Just as you were about to beg for him to continue someone tried to walk into the room, Jungkook slapped his hand over your mouth and stared at you in the mirror with a look of evil across his face.

"Sorry, won't be a minute." Your eyes widened when you realised what he was doing, he smirked at you in the mirror his thrusts became more calculated and fast his hips slapping against you at a rigorous pace that had your eyes rolling and you biting on his hands to stop the moans from escaping your lips.

"Hmm you're already close aren't you?" He whispered to you as you clenched around him your eyes tightened shut and he shook your head to make you open them again,

"I want you to look at me when you cum around my cock." He grunted glad you were close because he was fast approaching his finish it always shocked you how quickly he could get you to cum but you clenched around him again and locked eyes.

"Cum whenever you need baby." He whispered into your ear as he continued his thrusts you were sure whoever was on the outside of the door could hear the sound of your skin hitting but you didn't care, your stomach was tightening with each deep hit,

"K-Kookie." You managed to moan through his hands as you came undone around him, gripping him tightly and sending him over the edge, he continued to thrust into you to ride out both of your highs and he stayed still once he was finished making you clench around him.

"Fuck." You giggled as he pulled out rushing into the stall to get you some toilet roll to clean up with and then you straightened your uniform.

"You okay?" He asked and you nodded your legs were a little shakey from the angle and orgasm but you were good. He unlocked the door and you walked out first earning some dirty looks from another pilot standing there.

"She ruined her uniform, was helping her clean it." Jungkook said as he watched the man enter the stall, he chuckled and pulled you out to where his car was parked.

"I love you." You giggled at him as you walked into the parking lot, he smiled back at you,

"I love you too."

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Song of the Day - April 28, 2019

BTS - Dionysus

[M] I have been into BTS’s latest album far more than I was with a lot of the Love Yourself era. I am not sure if its just because the hype around them has calmed down a bit or if I am just used to seeing them on everything over in North America now but I found this album one I could get really into. The stage for Dionysus was really fun and high energy and it made me what it was about BTS that made me fall in love with them. This song seems a little more like BTS’s older song and stages that I loved and I think that’s part of what it is with this album that has be hooked. I can’t get enough of this song or watching them perform it, Dionysus has such a powerful energy that I am loving so much.

[C] Don’t hurt me but I haven’t even listened to the rest of their album yet. But I’m looking forward to this BTS always has really good stages. I’m regretting not listening to the rest of the album sooner, I’m loving Dionysus so far. V is looking damn good in this performance. After I’m done this I’m going to go finally give the album a listen.

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jessikahathaway · 6 years

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Into Eternity - Part IV (m)

Holy shit, I’m alive???

Here’s a new chapter to prove that this story actually has smut in it.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Prince Jimin, Adventure, Drama, Smut, Angst

Words: 7,094 (Longest chapter ever, opps)

Summary: You would be his, into eternity.

The morning sun shone through the curtains in your room. Jimin was gone, probably left earlier to dress for breakfast. You stood up and stretched, letting the feeling of fatigue leave you for the time being. Last night had you feeling different. As if for the first time in your marriage, something sparked. You felt closer to Jimin as a person and not as the Prince of this land. That idea comforted you.

You stood up and wrapped yourself in your dressing gown, going out onto the balcony once again. There, on the balcony, was your husband. Stood in the beautiful morning glow, peering down at the land below him. His blonde hair billowing in the breeze. A soft, white dress shirt adorned his frame. Jimin was facing the fields, looking at how long they went on for. Perhaps, if he thought and wished hard enough, they could go on forever. A dream land where the beautiful rows of flowers never ended and it was just him, free to be whomever. Not a Prince, not a ruler, but just Jimin.

Just himself.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with sleep still in your eyes. The wind came and blew the flower petals up and off of their original homes. You watched as they swirled through the air and wrapped around Jimin’s face, one landing on his head in the perfect spot.

You couldn’t help the giggle that came through was louder than intended. Jimin turned quickly, seeing you and relaxing.

“Good morning,” he offered, watching as you came closer. You smiled, standing next to him and peering over the fields as well.

“It was nice to sleep in the same bed last night, wasn’t nearly as lonely as I am used to,” you said, leaning over the railing. Jimin watched as you leaned over and basked in the sights before you. What you didn’t know was your dressing gown was coming undone, and your nightgown was on full display. You paid little attention, however Jimin had never been more focused.

Your smooth skin was being revealed to him in such a tantalizing way. You weren’t meaning to show him this much, but some part of you wasn’t stopping it either.

Although, Jimin’s mind was highly confused at the slowly stiffening member in his pants. You were a woman... He was fairly certain his preferences laid with men... However, since you’ve come into his life, Jimin hadn’t been particularly sure of anything.

“I’m sorry to have been neglecting you, I don’t wish for you to feel lonely,” he apologized, turning to look out at the scene with you.

“Not neglecting, keeping your distance for the time being. I understand and am not offended... It was nice though, to have you with me last night,” you said, a blush creeping into your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he said, turning to look at you.

“Mhmm?” you asked, hair blowing in your face and falling back into place soon after. Jimin hadn’t seen something like that before. So elegant yet not on purpose. You were a sight to behold in the morning. Sleep still evident in your features, but, not making you seem undesirable or ‘gross.’

Your hair blew in the breeze framing your face, a relaxed expression sitting upon your features.

“I’d very much like to learn more about you, as my wife and as a person,” he suggested, looking for any unsavory emotions related to his statement.

“What would you like to know?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, what is your favorite pastime?” he asked. You smiled.

“I know I should say reading or needle point, but I really don’t have the patience for those things,” you sighed, rubbing your arms. “I truly love being outside and adventuring as childish as it may sound. However, since I am a bit more prone to ailments, mother always kept me inside and away from any kind of adventure... That doesn’t mean I couldn’t sneak out here and there,” you smiled.

“I can see you doing something along those lines,” Jimin chuckled. The wind came through again and you inhaled deeply.

“I love flowers, it doesn’t matter what kind. Any of them would please me,” you stated, looking at the field below with adoration. Jimin decided that look on your face was his favorite. Utter joy, simply brought to you by flowers.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said.

“And-”

“Your Majesty!” Namjoon’s voice rung out through the room as he barged in. His loud boots gave away his path, as it directed towards the very balcony you found yourself scantily clad upon. You jumped in shock and attempted to cover yourself. Jimin wrapped his arms around you protectively and hid your frame from the oncoming barrage.

“Namjoon!” Jimin growled, giving him a deadly glare. Namjoon hadn’t even made it to the balcony yet and he was already slowing in his path.

“Your Highness, I have a message of the utmost importance-”

“You are being extremely uncouth, Namjoon! My wife is in a state of undress, and these are our quarters. Leave, before I make you,” he said, keeping a firm grip on you.

“Oh! My apologies Lady Y/N, your majesty... P-Please do hurry, it is of grave importance,” Namjoon stated before rushing out of the room. Jimin sighed and undid his arms from around your body.

“I’m terribly sorry, my dear, he doesn’t think before he acts. I’ll make sure that he is spoken to about it,” Jimin apologized before grabbing your dressing gown and tying it tightly around your body, giving you some modesty to preserve.

“You should go,” you said, giving a soft smile.

“I want you to come with me,” he stated, holding your wrist in his hands.

“Once I dress, I’ll be with you promptly,” you assured. “Now, Namjoon wouldn’t barge in for no reason. I’m sure whatever it may be requires your attention. I shouldn’t keep it all for myself,” you teased.

“Please have haste, I’ll see you soon,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your head before heading out of the room. A small smile fell upon your lips and you moved to get dressed.

* * *

Jimin walked the halls of Taehyung’s palace, following the carpet to the war meeting room. Per Namjoon’s request, he was quick. Although, he couldn’t keep his mind off of you. How you looked in the soft morning light and how his heart raced when you spoke of flowers... You were a mystery beginning to unfold, and Jimin couldn’t wait to know more about you.

Entering the room, Jimin couldn’t shake the small grin on his face. Until he saw his friends bloodied and exhausted.

“Jungkook, Taehyung! Are you alright?” Jimin asked, swarming them and looking at their injuries. Maids hurried about, working on their patients. Namjoon approached Jimin and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“An ambush. Attacked the guardsmen in the night, we aided in their fight... But we took heavy losses. Yoongi says it was planned, must’ve been planning it for months now. And when finding out you and your wife were here, what better an opportunity to overthrow the unprepared guard and get right to you,” Namjoon stated.

“How many dead?” Jimin asked, looking around the room.

“So far? Twelve, although I fear the count may go higher,” Namjoon said with his head faced towards the floor.

“Where is Father Jin?” Jimin asked, wondering if the Priest faired well in the conflict. You’d be upset if he was taken from you.

“Safe, currently praying over our deceased. Giving them their last rights as heros for the Kingdom,” Namjoon explained.

“Good,” Jimin sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Majesty?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes?” Jimin responded.

“W-What happened last night, with you and Lady Y/N? You didn’t return to your quarters until early this morning and we were all worried something might have happened to you!”

Taehyung and Jungkook suddenly turned very atenntive.

Jimin could feel their curiosity flaring.

“Oh, really... Majesty, are you and your wife becoming closer?” Jungkook questioned, grinning madly. Jimin felt his throat tighten.

“What my wife and I do when the public isn’t watching doesn’t concern you,” Jimin warned. Jungkook pouted at being shut out by his elder, but remained silent.

“So-”

“I am here to announce, Lady Y/N Bride to our Royal Highness Prince Jimin and future Queen of our kingdom,” a male voice shouted through the hall.

You walked forward and gave Jimin a soft smile. Turning you thanked your announcer and made your way to your husband. Jimin gave you a soft bow before taking your hand comfortably. You then turned to everyone with concern. Kneeling in front of Taehyung and Jungkook you looked at their wounds.

“Are you in pain?” you asked, examining their bandages. Jimin gave them a nod and they began to chat like excited children.

“I’m fine, but I don’t know about hyung,” Jungkook teased. Taehyung scoffed and poked him in the rib, making a very unattractive squak come out of him. “Ow!” Jungkook whined. Taehyung snickered and Jimin just shook his head.

“What happened?” you questioned, looking at Jimin for answers. Your husband walked forward and kneeled next to you.

“An attack, the Forsaken came in the night and attacked the castle,” Jimin explained without hesitation. Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other in shock. The future King had just responded to a direct question with no formalities used.

“How many have passed?” you asked again. Taehyung and Jungkook were exchanging looks between each other. Namjoon and Yoongi had taken notice as well. Jimin normally wasn’t this conversational with you.

“Namjoon told me that 12 had passed, that’s where Father Jin is,” Jimin said. You nodded and stood up, looking around.

“Was it an ambush? These wounds and the variations seems to be consistent with those of an attack with no real organization,” you noted. Namjoon looked to Yoongi for some kind of explanation, but his elder expressed just as much confusion to the situation.

“Exactly,” Jimin approved. You smiled and then went to the nurses and asked for supplies to help in aiding the soldiers.

“Your Highness,” Namjoon and Yoongi both bowed.

“Yes?” Jimin responded, turning to them without letting you out of his sight.

“A-A report came in from Hoseok,” Yoongi said, holding the telegram out for the Prince to take. Jimin did so, unraveling the parchment with delicate fingers.

“I see, the Queen misinterpreted their strategy. They aren’t wanting to rush me into the throne... they’re trying to ensure the throne dies off. If it did so, the Kingdom could fall into ruin,” Jimin whispered, gazing off into the fields below.

“Highness?” Your voice rang out throughout the hall, clear as a bell. Jimin turned his head and gave you his attention.

“Yes?”

“If it was an ambush, then we should be prepared for another attack. We know not the impact it had on their troops, yet we’ve shown all our cards. We should regroup and think of defensive strategies,” you suggested.

Yoongi and Namjoon stood shocked. Jimin thought for a moment. “You make valid points. Taehyung, Namjoon? What are your thoughts on the matter?” Jimin asked.

“A defensive strategy would keep us from losing more men outright with front facing combat,” Namjoon rationalized.

“Although we were on the defense this past attack and we have nothing to show for it,” Taehyung reminded.

“However this was an ambush, not an expected battle,” Jimin stated. “I’d like to see an increase of the guard around preliminary entrances. As well as partners systemically being placed in weak points of the walls. Yoongi, I’d like your archers set in locations where hand to hand combat is difficult. Jungkook, your swordsmen will be most effective around the palace. Make sure shifts are being handled dutifully,” Jimin ordered.

You watched as everyone tuned into Jimin's strategy. He was very thorough about positioning and ensuring security around high ticket places on the grounds.

“It’ll be done your Highness,” Namjoon said, Boeing his head.

“Wonderful,” Jimin announces with a clap of his hands. “I think I’ll take a walk in the gardens. Y/N, care to join me?” He asked, reaching his hand out for yours.

You paused, looking at his warm palm with something similar to elation. Right before you placed your hand in his, a soft prick was felt in your neck.

“Ah,” You hissed, holding your neck and feeling something protruding from your skin. Carefully, you pulled the object out, holding it in front of your face. However, it was all becoming very blurry.

“Y/N?” Jimin questioned, coming closer.

“I-I... something’s not...” you whispered before hurtling towards the ground in a heap.

“Y/N!” Jimin cried, falling to his knees and gathering you in his arms.

Nurses rushed over and examined your frame, checking your pulse and the object that had caused the fainting spell. Namjoon ordered men to search the perimeter and Jungkook had his swordsmen to scout the palace.

“Y/N! Wake up, can you hear me?” Jimin pleaded, shaking you gently in his hold.

His heart thudded dangerously against his ribcage as he gazed down at your flushed frame. A Nurse took your hand in hers and found your pulsepoint, assuring the Prince that you were still alive.

“She’s breathing, and her pulse is still strong,” she stated.

“Y/N,” he whispered, holding your face in his hands.

He wasn’t sure why, but it was all he could do to keep himself from crying.

Why was he so scared?

The memory of you on the balcony that morning. How beautiful you appeared to him, and how frightened he was now... The thought of you being harmed in anyway taking the shape of an ugly beast named Fear.

Much to Jimin’s relief, Father Jin was brought in soon after the incident. Considering his extensive knowledge on herbal remedies.

Jimin had carried you to an empty guest room, holding your hand as he waited for answers. Taehyung and Jungkook stood behind the Prince, wishing to ease his worries.

Namjoon and Yoongi stood by the door, ensuring that no one would disturb you.

Father Jin checked your pulse, then your eyes.

“Her pupils are extremely dilated,” he noted.

“Is that bad?” Jimin questioned, gripping Taehyung hand on his shoulder.

“No, not particularly. Are we sure she isn’t fainting due to her menstruation?” Jin asked. Jimin blushes and shook his head.

“S-She’s not nearly as ravenous as she is when she’s bleeding,” he commented. Jungkook made an odd face, one Taehyung chuckled at.

“Perhaps she’s experiencing fainting spells due to a child?” Taehyung teased.

“She could be. Pregnancy is strenuous on a woman’s body. Jimin have you and Lady-“

“No, no we haven’t. I’m, uh... well she,” Jimin scrambled, looking for words.

You felt a pounding in your head when you opened your eyes. Slowly, your vision began to adjust.

But it was so hot...

“She’s opening her eyes!” Jungkook announced with a grin.

“Y/N!” Jimin gasped, holding your hand to his cheek. You gave a weak smiled before swallowing thickly.

“W-warm,” you croaked, feeling your throat scratching with each attempt at breathing. Jimin was on his feet in seconds, going to get you water. Jin replaced his position and felt your forehead.

“You are running a slight fever, but nothing to be concerned about,” Jin commented. Jimin came over with the water. Jin aided in propping you up against the pillows so you could drink. Lifting the glass to your lips, Jimin seemed to regain some of the color in his face.

Taking your time, you swallowed mouth fulls of cool liquid. It eased some of the burn in your throat, however you were still incredibly hot.

“I feel... hot...” you panted, fanning yourself with your hand. Jin eyed you curiously.

“You are a little warm, but it’s nothing I would worry about. You said you’re feeling hot?” he asked. You nodded frantically.

“Would opening the window help?” Jimin asked. Your body physically shuddered at the sound of his voice. You wanted him closer... Closer...

“Jimin,” you whined, gripping the sheets underneath your fingers tight.

“Yes?” he asked, sitting on the bed. Faster than you could rationalize, your arms were around Jimin’s neck. And before either of you could blink your lips were against his. Yoongi and Namjoon lunged forward, thinking it was attack against their Prince. But Jungkook managed to keep them back, however laughter peeled from his lips as he watched the scene before him. Taehyung was in a similar state, chuckling as he watched you kiss Jimin without much restraint. Jin, however, was scandalized.

“Oh my! Y/N!” he chastised, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to sit back against the pillow. You looked at Jimin, his lips slightly damp from your kiss and you wanted to keep going. More and more until you couldn’t remember anything but him...

“W-why am I? I’m sorry,” you gasped, trying to get ahold of your mental stability. Jimin sat at the end of the bed, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Let me see the object that was in her neck again,” Jin demanded, standing from his position next to you. Yoongi produced the small wooden stick and gave it to Jin without hesitation. Father Jin was silent as he examined the small coin sized item.

Your heart was racing and you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off Jimin. You wanted him more than anything in the world. The two of you had agreed that now wasn’t the time for a child, but God you wanted to try for one so badly. You wanted everything he had to give you if it meant this heat would go away.

“Father, I don’t want to rush you,” Taehyung started. “But I feel like Lady Y/N’s patience is wearing thin.” Jin nodded.

“I know I’ve seen this somewhere before, but it’s been a long time... Before I was found again by God,” he whispered.

“Perhaps I should leave,” Jimin suggested, standing up and heading towards the door.

“No!” you cried, almost jumping out of the bed. Everyone moved, Taehyung to block Jimin. Namjoon and Yoongi to close in on you.

“Hold on! Don’t touch her!” Jin warned as Yoongi and Namjoon got a little too close. Jimin peaked his head out from behind Taehyung to watch the proceedings.

“Why not?” Namjoon asked. “You did.”

“A man of God is different,” he stated simply.

“Why can’t we touch her?” Taehyung restarted.

“I know what was on this dart,” Jin answered.

“Dart?” Jimin echoed, moving closer to you.

“Jimin,” you whispered, holding your stomach. “It hurts... It’s too hot in here,” you whimpered. Jimin bit his lip, obviously concerned for your well being. However, also cautious of the situation.

“The Forsaken have mastered the art of potions and posions,” Jin warned.

“Poison?” Jimin whispered.

“What?” you croaked, feeling heat rush down your spine at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Potion is what I think happened here,” Jin eased all of your minds with his statement.

“So she isn’t going to die?” Taehyung asked.

“Well... Not from being poisoned, but of... uh...” Jin rubbed his neck awkwardly. Jimin moved forward and approached Father Jin with a serious look on his face.

“What is going to happen to her? Will she be alright?”

You were certain your blush faded into your heat flushed cheeks.

“Look at her right now, tell me what’s wrong with her,” Jin offered.

“She looks warm,” Namjoon offered.

“I am,” you huffed, fanning yourself. Trying to resist the urge to disrobe in front of these men due to the extreme heat.

“Fatigued, like she’s ran a mile,” Yoongi noted.

“Uncomfortable,” Jimin stated.

“Horny,” Taehyung said, no restrictions held on his tongue.

“Taehyung!” Jimin roared, turning to his friend. “Don’t be so crass when speaking to my wife,” he warned.

“It’s obvious isn’t it? Look at her.”

Suddenly, the whole room examined you closer. You gripped the bed sheets and held them over your body. Jimin looked at your pupils and saw the dilation. Jungkook saw your hairline dampening with sweat.

“Oh God,” Jimin swallowed hard.

“It makes sense if this is the Forsaken’s doing,” Namjoon noted. Everyone turned in his direction.

“How do you mean?” Yoongi questioned. Namjoon looked between Jimin and yourself, rubbing his face with exhaustion.

“If the potion used on Lady Y/N is an aphrodisiac of sorts... Perhaps the Forsaken are trying to force our hand.”

“An heir,” Jungkook concluded. Jimin chuckled darkly.

“They’re trying to distract and weaken me. If Y/N fell pregnant all of my time and devotion would be spent towards her and not the Kingdom. And, if they killed her while pregnant... They know I wouldn’t try again. The throne would die off, exactly how they want.”

Your heart hammered in your throat. Kill you? While with child? Did they not have any semblance for human life? It disgusted and frightened you as you thought about your life and a life not yet created. You unconsciously held your stomach out of nerves.

“Well, I still don’t know why we can’t touch her,” Jungkook scoffed.

“He still hasn’t answered that,” Taehyung stated. Jin rolled his eyes and stared at the two men with a glare.

“This lust potion makes it so that whomever the target of the lust is, will be the only one allowed to touch the victim without excruciating pain coming to her,” Jin warned.

“P-pain?” you whimpered, gripping your stomach so hard that you were certain blood would show soon.

“Stop it,” Jimin said, taking your wrist in his hand. You almost collapsed at the relief sent through your system at his touch. It was like drinking an ice cold glass of water on a midsummer day. Jimin noticed the tension leaving your body and detached his fingers from your flesh.

“Why? Why have it designed like that?” Yoongi wondered.

“To make sure she doesn’t just go to someone else to be taken care of. It’s to ensure that it has to be his Highness,” Taehyung thought out loud.

“Precisely,” Jin praised.

“What are we to do about it then?” Namjoon said, throwing his hands in the air.

“I’ll take care of it,” Jimin whispered, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Sire-”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin eased, interlacing your fingers together. Jimin cradled your face with his free hand and brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

“If we give them what they want then-”

“Who said we’re going to give them what they want?” Jimin questioned, lifting his gaze from you for a moment.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, “You know-”

“What will happen if the potion isn’t taken care of?” Namjoon thought aloud.

“I assume that eventually she’ll go insane from desire,” Jin speculated.

“I’d rather not,” you huffed.

“I won’t let that happen,” Jimin confirmed. “Everyone, I think my wife and I need to have a discussion. May we have the room to ourselves?”

Yoongi got the hint immediately and left promptly, dragging a slow to catch on Jungkook with him. Jin said a small prayer before petting your hair affectionately.

“It’ll be alright, the Lord will keep you safe I assure you.”

With that he left as well, taking Namjoon’s elbow and leading him out of the door. Taehyung remained, staring at Jimin with an unreadable expression.

“Were my orders not clear?” Jimin asked, standing and facing Taehyung.

“I have a question for you,” Taehyung stated, giving a quick glance to you. Jimin cleared his throat, obviously not wanting the attention on you.

“Out with it then,” he said.

“How are you planning on pleasuring her when you’ve never laid with a woman?” Taehyung snipped out with a sharp tone. Jimin lay bare under the scrutiny of his gaze, but didn’t falter.

“All men have to learn somewhere,” he sighed.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Jin could be wrong, perhaps I-”

“Absolutely not,” Jimin growled. Taehyung took a step back. Where was this possessive attitude coming from? Jimin wasn’t the type to behave in such a manner.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” his friend soothed.

“She’s my wife, if she needs sorting out... Then I’ll be the one to do it,” Jimin declared. Taehyung nodded, then leaned in close to Jimin’s ear. He began to whisper, phrases that wouldn’t reach your ears. However, you were past the point of paying too much attention.

“Remember what Namjoon said, an heir would make you vulnerable. Let’s hold off on that for now, yes?” Taehyung teased.

“I’ll ask you to remember who you’re addressing this once, Taehyung. I won’t remind you again,” Jimin warned. “Your Prince delivered an order, follow it.”

Taehyung bowed low, giving in to he who will be his King. “My apologies your highness. I didn’t think before speaking, forgive my haste,” he appeased. Jimin sighed in response.

“Go, let no one enter this wing until I have finished,” Jimin stated.

“I believe the one who needs to finish is her,” Taehyung chuckled before exiting the room.

The air was still.

Jimin didn’t move, and neither did you. What were you to do in this situation?

“I hate that it had to come to this scenario my dear,” Jimin said, hands in his pockets as he gazed out the window. You couldn’t believe how breathtaking he appeared in this moment. You were stunned into silence.

His profile greeted you. Strong jawline that eased down into a seductively sloping neck. His shoulders weren’t extensive, but he fit his posture. Hands placed in the pockets of his pants, he could’ve been portraying a relaxed air... But the atmosphere of the room was tense. It was as if he was trying to evaluate every outcome of what was required.

You weren’t stupid, you knew what was wrong with you now. It all made sense. You desperately needed the touch of your husband.

“Are you scared?”

The question seemed to dangle above your head.

“Of what?” you questioned.

“Of me?”

You were silent.

Jimin wasn’t known for his cruelty. Nor was he known for cutting down foes in battles. He was the People’s Prince. Choosing diplomacy instead of weapons. Words instead of assassins. You respected this... Although you knew Jimin was trained for battle. Weapons waiting behind doors of steel hidden deep within the castle walls.

“I’m not scared of you,” you answered.

“I’m relieved you feel that way,” Jimin whispered, eyes still locked outdoors.

“Jimin?” You asked, not trusting your legs to lift you. He turned toward you in acknowledgment. “Are we, um-ah!”

Pain erupted in your lower stomach, causing you to collapse onto the bed in a writhing heap. Your breath warmed the fabric as you struggling to get air.

“Do you trust me?” Jimin's voice was closer.

“Yes,” you whispered.

You were lifted from the bed and into Jimins arms. His eyes bore into your own, searching for an uncertainty that wasn’t there.

Slowly his lips met yours. You could feel something similar to cold water being doused over your being. Relief brought from his presence was readily accepted. You entangled your fingers in his hair, letting the sensations overwhelm and excite you.

Jimin seemed hesitant, his lips not giving in to your desires. You wanted him to give you everything without feeling like he had to hold himself back. If you trusted him, he needed to know he could trust you.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his. “Wait,” You panted against his pouty lips.

“What is it?” He asked, hands moving from the bed to your face.

“I need to know something,” you said, pulling away to look at him fully. His touch had given you a moment of clarity. “You have my trust... but do I have yours?” You questioned.

Jimin was silent, eyes not fully exposing himself. “Tell me your favorite color, then I’ll trust you,” he proposed.

“Why-“

“Tell me and I’ll trust you,” Jimin repeated. You sighed, unsure of why this simple question felt too heavy.

“The color of the leaves in the fall. The fire that signifies the death of winter, but the promise of a brighter future,” you declared.

Jimin froze. “So much in your head that I don’t know...”

“So much in yours I don’t know either,” you smiled.

This moment felt more intimate than being bare in front of everyone. A simple question, somehow broke a small barrier in his heart.

“I trust you,” he stated. Before you could respond the heat erupted in your lower body again, cutting off your thoughts. “I have to hurry,” he spoke to himself.

He found your lips again, wrapping his hands around your waist. You relaxed against him and kept your arms around his neck. Jimin seemed more focused now, kissing you diligently.

For some reason, it felt as though he was exploring your body. His hand moved down the curve of your spine and held you against him. The warmth you felt from his mouth made you gasp. Jimin pushed his tongue in between your lips.

Jimin had never been this intimate with a woman before. Every part of you was much more delicate than he was used to. Your mouth was hot and inviting, something that Jimin found arousing. You leaned back, pulling Jimin with you into the soft sheets. Breaking the kiss, Jimin crawled on top of you. Interlacing your fingers he found other parts of your body with his tongue.

Licking along your jawline and into the hollow of your neck, Jimin found his heart racing. Your skin was so soft and supple, almost begging to be touched and caressed. Biting your lips you discovered how badly you wanted him. His hair was slightly disheveled from your fingers, but it suited him. Jimin looked heavenly atop your body, something you didn’t think possible mere days ago. But now, it seemed as if this was the only place you wanted him.

His mouth stayed above your collar bones. You sighed as you felt sweet kisses placed across your skin, tender bites falling on your lips.

“Jimin,” you breathed, taking his face between your hands.

“Yes?” his voice was thick and saccharine like chilled honey.

“There are other places that need your attention,” you blushed, looking at your gown. Jimin understood, but paused.

“Um, I-ah,” he struggled, running his hand through his hair.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, worrying your lip with your teeth. Jimin sighed and shook his head.

“We can’t consummate our marriage fully. Not yet... Like Namjoon said, an heir will make us susceptible. But I can give you pleasure in other ways,” he explained.

“How?” you asked, raising yourself onto your elbows.

“I’ll touch you,” Jimin said, chinks twinging pink.

“You already are.” An air of apprehension filled the room. Jimin scratched his jaw, a tick you’d come to realize as nerves.

“I’m going to touch you, lower.”

You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but soon were made clear of his intentions. His hands pulled back the bed covers and revealed your legs covered in your dress. Jimin didn’t waste his time, moving his hands underneath the fabric and grazing your skin with his.

“Hah-Jimin,” you faltered as his hands went higher. He found the softness of your undergarments and pulled, feeling the material shed. Once your bloomers were off and forgotten, Jimin sat you up once more.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he said, pulling your dress over your head. Your barrier between yourself and your husband’s eyes was almost gone. Jimin turned you around and sighed into the skin of your neck. “Are you alright with removing your corset?”

“Please,” you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand placed on your synthetically tightened waist.

“As you wish,” he smiled. However, Jimin yet again found himself in trouble.

He had no idea how to take a corset off. He thought the ribbons on the back would remove it, so he started there. As the fabric became slack, your sides allowed more air in your lungs. Once the ribbons were unlaced, Jimin tried to take it off. However, it didn’t do as he wanted.

“Um, how does-uh?” You stifled your laughter.

“There are clasps on the front,” you informed, turning to face him. Jimin screwed his eyebrows in confusion, but went ahead with the task. Each clip showed more and more of your skin to him, which he found alluring. Normally Jimin found the toned muscles of his fellow man mouth watering, but here... Your soft stomach and ample breasts made saliva collect in his mouth. Pulling the corset off your arms and onto the floor Jimin stared to his heart's content.

It was the first time he’d seen a woman naked. The sight was different, but not unpleasant as he originally thought. You rubbed your arms, covering your breasts in the process. Being this bare without any sort of action made you nervous. Was he unhappy with was he saw? Did he think you needed to lose weight? You’d been corset training for months to be his desired size... Or, that’s what the maids at the castle were saying.

“Why wear that thing?” he asked in reference to your corset. “It seems painful,” he said, moving his lips to yours again.

“It is,” you murmured against his mouth.

“Then don’t wear it,” he simplified, taking your aching side and rubbing it with his thumb. You shuddered at the contacts and desperately wanted to feel more of his skin.

“My dresses won’t fit me otherwise... I’m too large,” you said with embarrassment.

“I’ll buy you more dresses that will fit your body the way it is meant to be, not mutated painfully,” Jimin promised.

“But-”

“As your Prince and Husband I worry for your health, that can’t possibly be healthy to wear at all hours of the day,” he said, not budging from his thought.

“This is an odd conversation to have at a time like this,” you said with amusement.

“I talk when I’m nervous.”

“I know you do,” you breathed. Jimin turned stoic.

“What do you mean you know?” he asked, pulling away from your body. You smiled softly.

“I’ve been married to you for a while, I notice things that you do... The way you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous as well. When you’re tired you rub your hands together. If you haven’t eaten all day you-mmpf!” Cut off by Jimin’s mouth you relaxed into his embrace.

“So observant,” he muttered. “Time for me to get a good look at you.”

Jimin’s hands ran down your form, grazing your breasts and then moving down to your legs. He shuffled in between your legs and nudged you to lie down. He saw the question in your eyes but shook his head.

“Don’t ask, just feel.”

Wet heat dragged from the inside of your knee down to your calf, causing you to cry out. Jimin shushed you, placing delicate kisses on your shin. This man had some kind of oral fixation. Every inch of you had to be mapped and tasted with his tongue, it seemed like a vendetta he had. You watched as his mouth went to your thighs, yet skipped over where the throbbing was originating from. Your lower stomach next, a wet kiss being placed above your navel. Eventually, his mouth made it to your chest. Another mewl of pleasure came from your throat as Jimin sucked a nipple in between his lips. Your hands grasped his hair and cradled his neck as you felt heat shocking straight to your maidenhood.

“Jimin, th-that feels-ah!” you whined, letting the sensations consume you. Jimin lifted his head from your chest and blew on the slick nub. He observed as your body arched upwards at the action. Glancing down at your center, he noticed the wetness leaking onto the sheets. It was his job to take care of you.

His mind thought back to Taehyung’s statement earlier...

‘Her clit is at the top of her womanhood. That will cause her a great deal of pleasure. Don’t just attack it, be gentle. Act like your pleasuring a man. No teeth, lots of licking. Use your fingers if it appears like she’ll need the added stimulation. The taste might not be incredible, but it’s not disgusting either. She’s cleanly. You can do it.’

Jimin winced and swallowed, trying to keep his racing heart under control. He kissed your lips once more, swirling his tongue inside your mouth. Your moan told him you were ready. Brushing your hair out of your face, you gave him a meek smile.

Reassured by your affection, he kissed down your torso and stopped above your pelvic bone. Shooting you a glance, one final request for your permission. A small nod came from your neck. With that, Jimin placed an experimental kiss on your lower lips.

“Oh!” you gasped, shifting slightly. Jimin adjusted his position so your legs were over his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around your upper thigh. You moaned as he took a long lick up your slit. Jimin paused and kissed your thigh so he could process.

You were so wet and silky down there. As if you were the most luxurious material in the world. The taste wasn’t repulsive, something for which he was thankful. He moved back to your center and gave a few more kitten licks, testing where you liked and where you didn’t.

“S-Shit,” you cursed softly, biting your lip so hard you were certain blood would be present. Jimin lifted his head and gazed at you, mouth swollen from kisses.

“Did you just swear?” he asked, a small grin on his mouth.

“I grew up a woman before I was a lady,” you winced. Jimin’s bell laughter rung out in the room. The tension from earlier fading away as he smiled at you.

“You may be a lady to others, but you only have to be yourself to me... That I promise,” he said, moving his mouth back to your core. You cried out again as Jimin laved his tongue over your folds, collecting you liquid on his tongue. The more he moved his mouth against you, the more he discovered you flavor was addicting. He was enjoying this too...

A tightness formed in his throat as his mind was thrown deeper into the realm of uncertainty. A fact he’d known about himself for years being questioned as his wife was beneath him writhing from pleasure. And he liked that... He liked that you couldn’t contain yourself as his tongue swirled across your delicate skin. His palms kneading the flesh of your thighs and you squirmed.

At moments, Jimin seemed far away to you when you looked down between your legs. His eyes glazed over as his mouth worked against you. The mounting pleasure in your stomach was burning through your nerves as each flick of his wet muscle sent shockwaves through your body.

You’d touched yourself before... A young woman was allowed her own pleasures at night...

But nothing compared to this. The lewd sounds of Jimin’s tongue against your wetness. The soft smacks of lips after kisses. His nose touched your pearl making you grip the sheets tight. Jimin noticed your body shuddering differently. He’d been simply licking and sucking at your entrance for a while, yet your end didn’t seem to be close.

“Can I try something?” he asked, kissing the top of your pubic bone gently.

“Anything,” you agreed.

Slowly, Jimin rubbed his fingers over your slit, gathering the wetness that lingered there. He knew where your anus was, but your entrance was different. And he certainly didn’t want to get that wrong.

Applying pressure, Jimin slid his fingers down your core until they sunk into your hole gently. You tensed immediately. “Ah!” you yelped. Jimin froze and pulled his fingers out, looking into your eyes with worry.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine, just, use one finger... Not two,” you swallowed. You’d never touched yourself like this... It was bound to be uncomfortable.

Again, Jimin pushed his middle finger into your entrance with patience. He almost groaned at the sensation. You were hot and wet, and soft inside. He couldn’t help but imagine if it was a different appendage disappearing inside of your heat. Your breathing halted, and Jimin felt your walls clench against his intrusion.

“Does this hurt?”

“No... No it feels good, please keep going,” you begged. Jimin nodded and pulled out to collect more of your slick, using it to aid him pushing his finger back inside of you. He felt your walls beginning to spasm, so he pressed his mouth against your pearl and sucked it into his mouth.

You wailed and gripped your chest for stimulation. Instead of feeling like you couldn’t quite reach your high, Jimin was practically forcing you over the edge.

“Jimin, don’t stop. Ah-Ah! Jimin!”

Moving his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, Jimin felt your walls clench impossibly tight and then relax as you cried out for him. A flush of liquid met his mouth and hand as you trembled against his ministrations. Your walls began to twitch and you gripped his wrist weakly.

“I-I can’t,” you wheezed. Jimin understood and removed his finger and mouth from your body. Looking at your body the air was knocked from his lungs.

There you lay, amidst the sheets with a soft blush decorating your cheeks. Jimin found his chest tight as well as his pants. Your lips were puffy from your teeth and he couldn’t keep himself from placing another kiss there. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart batter against his ribcage.

“You act as if you’ve just ran across the fields,” you smiled weakly. Jimin needed to get away from you. It was too much, he couldn’t handle this any longer.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, surprisingly cold. You furrowed your brow at his tone.

“Yes... Thank you for-”

“Then I’ll take my leave. Good night, Lady Y/N,” he coughed before standing quickly and heading out of the room.

You sat up quickly and moved to follow him, but you felt dizziness and fatigue weigh your body down, coaxing you to sleep.

Jimin rushed into the nearest empty room and shut the door behind him.

Your eyes held so much emotion...

Tears pricked his eyes as he brought himself to orgasm on the floor, thinking of his wife whom he would have to kill...

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[TRAD ITA] 180408 TWEET DI JIMIN:

“Visto che era tanto che non ci vedevamo è stato divertente ohoh #JIMIN #MoniMoni #Puma″

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nayutai · 6 years

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Masterlist

The ultimate masterlist! Everything is here for your viewing pleasure my pretties!

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inthewoodzz · 5 years

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[Walking in a park]

Namjoon: Ah, spring in the air

Yoongi: why should I

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I Wanna Have Your Babies // Part 5

Where omega Jimin gets drunk, tells the most popular alpha around campus that he wants to have his babies and then promptly escapes to Spain… only to find that the alpha and his best friend are staying in the same hotel, two doors down.

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Allurement: Coincidence

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

Her fingertips had paled due to the sheer force with which she was holding the tray. As if she was holding on for her dear life. (Y/N) knew that she might be giving too much of a reaction, unnecessary even. But she could not help it, the surprise, which was followed by her nerves turning anxious after spotting one customer at the corner table to her. And he was not just any customer. It was, Kim Namoon sitting there, her boss!

(Y/N) gulped as she walked towards the single table occupied by him. A part of her wished that he would not recognise her, and there was a good chance that he would not. She was a mere intern, after all, the temporary assistant of his workaholic secretary. She was not bad superior though. (Y/N) mused as she neared the table. It was almost closing time and not many customers were in. And yet, she wondered what was a man like Kim Namjoon, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, was doing in a mediocre restaurant like that?

"Sir, your order." for once, she had complaints regarding the restaurant's closing time.

The order, previously, had been noted by some other waiter at her fervent request. But now, when he had gone home, (Y/N) was left with no other option other than to serve him herself. It was her assigned table, there was no room for complaints or excuses. Not that she was much of a complainer, life was hard enough, at least the owner paid reasonably and timely.

She prayed that he would not even bother to look up. But it happened, what she was dreading the most. He looked up as soon as she placed the order. And he did recognise her, the knowing twinkle in his deep eyes and the raise of his eyebrows confirmed her fear.

"You are the new intern, my personal secretary's assistant, are you not?" Kim Namjoon smiled, his deep smiles, even deeper voice and kind eyes were pieces of evidence, that he remembered her.

And his voice was warm, much warmer than what she had heard at his workplace, and she was caught off guard at how approachable he sounded.

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Five- Sweet Talk

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thirstybtsthoughts · 3 years

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Casting (couch) director Namoon version, for that anon with the Purple suit Joon picture au. I have lotta fun with this one. Hope you enjoy!

So, here's the thing. Being young is wonderful. But, hear me out, but, nearing mid 20s and wanting to be cast into the entertainment industry while being the owner of a pussy. Hmm. Not the smoothest ride. Pun very much intended. Thanks.

I, for the longest time, have been the bathroom singer and the mirror actor. I have all the confidence in the world and somehow it never translates into the auditions I go for. Broadway, Movies, OT platform series, I have auditioned fucking everywhere. Nothing. Fucking nada.

So, today, I am gonna put my absolute best outfit, and go for something more...bold(?), daring, yeah. Something more daring. Acting is acting, ya know.

Alright, Jesus fuck. This is NOT what I expected. All the motherfucking porn I have consumed in my 24 years of life, no one ever prepped me for this hunk sitting on the casting couch. You kidding me? This dude would ask for payment to appear in my dreams. Yeah, girl, that HOT. Ain't lying. Dragon-like eyes, fucking FULL, plump lips, a cute (so cute, oh God) button nose and the stare, oh boy. I am definitely wet. He should be on a runway for Louis Vuitton, not here. But, whatevs. At least my interest in my own decision has fucking peaked.

Oh God. Oh God. He is really, I mean REALLY looking at me. Oh Lord. He got dimples? And these thighs??? They would crack my skull open. What a way to go. Man, I gotta give him a show if that is the last thing I ever do.

'So, before we begin. Hi. I am Namjoon Kim.' Fuck. He is HOT. Okay, brain. Shut up.

'Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you.'

'Oh.' A hand swiss? Gorgeous fingers. Lord. Imma pass out. 'Pleasure is all mine. So, what makes you interested in this line of work?'

'Umm, I like to act. I have auditioned for all sorts of roles. Thought why not explore this as well.'

'That is a great way to go about it. So, you're comfortable being naked for hours with multiple people for many days a week? Tell me your preferences. If there is a field of interest you are specifically good at?'

He really is asking if I fuck well. Damn. So polite. Damn. I wanna marry him. Y/N, calm your fucking tits.

'Um, I don't have a gag reflex. And my ex was pretty decent in his size department. And, umm.' My face is on fire, innit? 'I did have anal sex a couple of times. So, I guess I am okay with most stuff?'

Namjoon's cocked eyebrow should be in a museum. Jesus, Y/N, you really are a slut for him, aren't you?

'Why don't you give me an audition, Y/N? That would be a great start.' He is man spreading. Oh lord. He wants me to suck him off. I am DEFINITELY wet now.

Namjoon slides a few centimetres down the couch. The purple suit endows his thighs and buff shoulders and chest so good. His fingers contrast his buff bod with such casual finesse of an artist, I genuinely can't help but admire.

Namjoon is looking at me like he expects something. Oh fuck. Yeah. He expects a blow job while I went Shakespeare on the dude's body. Nvm.

I do my best to be seductive. Walking down on my knees, giving him a peep show of my busts. Just before I can nestle my face in the V of his legs, I get up.

Using the skills of the 6-month pole dance course I took back in college, I slowly twirl around in my skirt once. A soft chuckle escapes him. I think I am in love. When I look back, yeah, I am definitely in love. These eyes? On my body? Everyday? Yeah. Hotel? Trivago. Fuck my meme brain.

I undo the bra-corset hook of the top and let it fall to the floor. There's no change in Namjoon except a liquid, molten intensity in his look. I slowly skim outta my skirt and hook my thumbs sexily on my lacy panties before his hands hold my wrists to stop me.

My whole arms break out in goosebumps at the touch. 'Keep the rest on, including the heels.'

I simply nod, no longer trusting myself that I would not moan out loud if I open my mouth.

I kneel again and this time I immediately thrust my face in the junction of his legs. He is warm and has a beautiful woody-citrusy smell that is intoxicating.

I look at his eyes that are already boring into mine as I unzip his dress pant. This is too intense for an 'audition'. May be I will get casted this time.

I rub my fingers feather-light on his boxer-clad erection. He is BIG. Yeah, my jaws gonna hurt. But, fuck that. I pull him out and promptly swallow the cock head in my mouth. Yeah, BIG. Fuck. He is leaking. Good. I don't want to be the only one so affected.

I take him slowly. My hands (Jesus plural) cover the length I can't swallow and simply focus on sucking the head and the ridge beneath the cock as sharply as possible. I hollow my mouth and suck hard. Namjoon's breath stutter and his hand grab a fistful of my hair. Yes, Y/N 1. Namjoon 0.

I look up. Well, fuck. Namjoon 1. This stare is definitely gonna make me come. His eyes are hooded and so so intense. His hand slip to the back of my head and hold my head steady. I open my mouth as wide as I can. He lifts his hip a tiny bit and thrust in. Testing the water. When he finds no resistance on my end, his hips speed up. Fuck. Fuck. He is so thick. My eyes are watering. Thank fuck for waterproof make up.

Way too soon, he is pulling out though. Subconsciously I chase after his cock. A string of saliva pulling me in like some string of fate. Namjoon chuckles again. His expression is almost fond.

'Come. Ride me. Show me all your skills, but keep the panties on.' Sir, yes, sir.

He does a quick work of his condom on his length and then pulls my panty aside and I am sitting on probably the thickest cock I have ever sat on. Sorry, all the future cocks. I am ruined for now.

Namjoon builds a brutal speed almost immediately. I take a chance to grab his tiddies once. They are majestic. He takes a brief hiss of air through his mouth at that and then bites on my right nipple. Pulling it taut. This time, my moan comes out on its own volition. His hands on my waist keeps me locked as his cock impales me at a speed that is going to make my cunt throb for hours. I am dripping all over his expensive lilac suit. God, I want more. I am so gone by now that when one of his hands slip between us to rub my clit, my orgasm slams at me like a rogue truck off the highway. All momentum, and absolutely no control. My whole body shakes before going all jelly. He thrusts 3 more times before he grunts low once, gripping my waist to the point of bruising and then going boneless.

We catch our breath for a few seconds before I get up. Namjoon shows me the washroom at the end of the room.

When I come back out, once again clothed and clean as much as I can be (I still smell him on me), Namjoon hands me a card with a golden print on it.

'Welcome to the team. See you next Monday.'

'Oh, wow. Really? Thank you!' His wink is illegal. Okay? Shut it already. I pick my bag and walk go the door.

'Oh, Y/N?' Namjoon calls just before I walk out. You're an amazing actress.' His smile has dimples. I want to melt into a puddle.

Little did he know, I was not acting at all. But, that is between me and God.

-Jk's girl.

Omg girllllll!!!! You did that 😳. This was an absolute pleasure to read ajkskndfsja 😍🥴.

Inspired by this ask 😊

#asks #anon #bts #namjoon thirst #written by others #JK's girl

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so i spent the weekend with my baby nephew at my sister’s and like it just astounded me how my sister was basically his interpreter like you know when a toddler speaks and you can’t decipher what they’re saying even though they’re trying speaking full sentences? but then their mom easily understands what they’re saying and relays it to us and we’re like “oh THATS what they said??”

so it just made me think of mrs. kim like… just the thought of mrs. kim interpreting her sons’ toddler-speak 🥺🥺🥺🥺 like for example

toddler seokjin: uh wuhn’- gh-tti wif stobbi meep.

[insert confused person]: uh…

mrs. kim: [calmly] ‘i want spaghetti with strawberry milk’.

like 😭😭

PLEASE THIS IS WAY TOO SWEET! Your baby nephew!!! That's so, so precious! Happy that you got a nice, wonderful weekend with him, your sister, and maybe more of your fam? Ahhh, the parents-as-translators thing always makes my heart swell! AND THE DIALOGUE YOU WROTE! 💜 Thank you for sharing this little treat -- you know Mrs. Kim is similarly fluent in AMOMK-bro-ese!

Jumping around in time! First, the kitchen.

Mr. Kim: I don't understand. You want---

Toddler Jin: (insistent, whining) UH! WUHN'! GH-TTI! WIF! STOBBI! MEEEEEP!

Mr. Kim: (similarly insistent) I. DON'T. UNDERSTA---

Mrs. Kim: (calmly, opening the fridge) He wants spaghetti with strawberry milk.

Mr. Kim blinks in awe at Toddler Jin's happy face when he receives the strawberry milk sippy cup that she gives him.

In the living room, later.

Mr. Kim: Huh??

Toddler Taehyung: (crying) BOOS! BOOS I OW! FAW OWWWW!

Mr. Kim: (frantic) What are you--- Oww?? (checking him) Does something hurt, Tae-Tae?

Toddler Taehyung: (wailing) EOMMMAAAAAAA!!

Namjoon and Jin: Maaaaa!

Toddler Taehyung: WAAAAHHHH!!!!! BOOOOOS!

Mr. Kim: (nervous) I'm sorry Tae-Tae! Eomma won't be back for another---

Little Kid Namjoon: Wait!! He's saying Boots!

Medium Kid Jin: Oh! His eye mighta falled out again. (stretches out his hand to Tae, after Mr. Kim puts him down) C'mon Tae-Tae! Let's go get Boots and help him!

A little earlier in life. Mr. and Mrs. Kim are in bed. Mr. Kim is reading, and Mrs. Kim is sketching. Tae is a baby, Joon is a toddler, and Jin is a little kid.

Mrs. Kim: it's OK. It's the one thing you can't do.

Mr. Kim: (grunts)

Mrs. Kim: Just admit it. I'm better at it than you are.

Mr. Kim: Well, can you at least play with a handicap?? Seeing as you pushed them out of your body and all?

Mrs. Kim: (smirking) You kinda pushed them out of your body, too.

Mr. Kim: (fights a smile) Heh.

They high five.

Mrs. Kim: (going back to sketching) Just admit it. You really have a hard time understanding babies.

Mr. Kim: (huffs, closes his book, glasses falling to his nose as he looks at Mrs. Kim) I-I just, like, I don't know, like, with Jin, when he was a toddler, I knew he was always trying to tell me something, and I desperately wanted to help, but if he could've just enunciated---

Mrs. Kim: (scoffs) "Enunciated"?!

Mr. Kim: Is that so much to ask?

Mrs. Kim: From a three-year-old?

Mr. Kim: I just don't---

3-Year-Old Namoon: (appears at the door) Appa? Um, I can't sleep. Can we do a storytime? (holds up book upside down)

Mr. Kim looks at Mrs. Kim with a smirk as he pushes his glasses back up. The mattress creaks as his weight shifts so that he can get up and walk with Namjoon back to his room.

Mrs. Kim: (rolls her eyes, but fondly looking at sweet, curious Namjoon) Don't gloat. That's more of a win for Joonie than it is for you.

#asks #your asks #amomk #anon #a map of mrs. kims #bts fanfiction #bts drabbles #bts fluff #namjoon fluff #jin fluff #taehyung fluff #fluffy fluffy flufffffff!!!#aw anon this was so sweet!

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BTS as a Family: Part 4 - VMon

Sorry for the wait guys, I’m finally back with an analysis on BTS as a family. I know it’s been a while but my goal is to post at least once a week. Despite that, I have become very busy ever since school started so please bear with me if I’m not able to make it. This post will be about our leader, Kim Namjoon (RM as he now likes to call himself), and fashionista Kim Taehyung (V).

If you’ve been keeping up with BTS then you’ll already know that these two spend a lot of time together. BTS has mentioned in one of their Run BTS! episodes that these two spend a lot of time together and even share the same room now. They’ve purchased gifts for each other and aid each other in skills that one may be a bit lacking in.

I won’t lie, after hearing this, I did expect their relationship to be more of one where Namjoon was teaching him things and Taehyung would be intently listening to all the knowledge Namjoon would generously give him, but after seeing their interactions time and time again, I now know that I was completely wrong.

Rather than Taehyung being clueless, he and Namjoon are on equal terms with each other. The two both have a lot in common with each other and get along very well. Namjoon helps Taehyung with his language skills while Taehyung inspires Namjoon. Remember season 2 of BTS Bon Voyage when they were reading letters to each other about what they appreciated about a member? In Namjoon’s letter, he mentioned how he was sort of envious of the way Taehyung could easily get along with people. Namjoon may be very intelligent and philosophical, but smarts are not the only thing that you need to survive in the world. I think Namjoon is already aware of what he’s lacking, and I think Taehyung sort of reminds him of that. Despite one being “smarter” than the other, they both ended up in the band known as BTS. Likewise, Taehyung may have a magnificent personality that is hard not to fall in love with, but he does not possess the same amount of smarts Namjoon does. Their differences probably brought them both to the realization that they were not perfect, not to say that they ever thought they were, I’m saying that they must have realized this more when they debuted as BTS together. Usually when people realize things like this they come to despise the other person, them becoming closer is proof of their maturity.

I don’t know why we assume what the relationships in BTS are like without putting much thought into it. Maybe it’s because of their appearances or the what we know them as in front of the camera. After writing this, I’ve realized that there are many things we don’t know about BTS, which is why I’m thankful that the way they’re treating us now is the same that they’ve always been. New people are joining our fandom as we speak but they’re still treating us as the same fandom that’s supported them since the beginning. It makes me glad to know BTS.

Sorry for such an emotional ending but I got kind of sentimental while writing this post. In other news, yes I still read yaoi and Caste Heaven has still not updated yet but I will continue my post about why I like the story... sometime in the future. I’ll try to post at least once a week starting now but no promises. Sorry these posts are always so short and I hoped you enjoyed reading!

#bts #bts rap monster #rap monster #kim namjoon #namjoon #bts namoon #bts v #v #kim taehyung #taehyung #bts kim taehyung #bts taehyung #bts kim namjoon #bts army

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sensu0usi · 7 years

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#bts #bts namoon #bts rap monster #kim namjoon #rap monster #kpop icons #bts icons #namjoon #joonie #blue

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erisfiles · 4 years

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The Emperor

CHAPTER 4

IG - @kingsbtsffs / Tumblr - @prince13jimin-kingsbtsffs

characters : “The 7 Dragons” Emperors; Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook. Ahn Y/n. Bang Hyunsik. Soo Jaemin

cameos : Prince Park Jihyun (Emperor Jimin’s younger brother) , Jeon Junghyun (Emperor Jungkook’s older brother, the general of his military, Jung Jiwoo (Emperor Hoseok’s older sister, his advisor), and Cha Eunwoo (a soldier of the Kim’s empire)

word count : 7.4K

Warnings for this chapter : mention of nudity and sex, mention of pushing and slapping someone, a boner, groping, grinding, palming, intense make out session, scenes leading to sex 18+

Rate : 18+ M

genre : fluff, angst, smut, action, emperor au

Author’s note: I forgot to mention their age……..

Seokjin is the same age as Yoongi and everybody else is the same age as they are in real life. Y/N is the same age as Taehyung and Jimin

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I forgot to mention their age……..Seokjin is the same age as Yoongi and everybody else is the same age as they are in real life . Y/N is the same age as Taehyung and Jimin. Also “The 7” is boring for an ally name so I changed it into “The 7 Dragons” . I know you didn’t read the author’s note ;) HAHAHA

Chapter 4

Y/N POV / 1st POV

I felt my eyes flutter open, the beam of the sun immediately making me squint and turn the other way, not wanting to get up. I sighed, the heat of the sun on my back immediately making me feel warm in contrast to the chilly autumn weather. I sat up feeling confused, holding the silk sheets up to my chest, feeling chilly. I rubbed my eyes, trying to rub away my blurry vision. Looking around I saw no one else in the room, as I moved my eyes around the room everything glistened. The room was decorated with gold furniture, a portrait of the present three Kim Emperors was hung up on the wall with golden borders along with a portrait of their late parents above them, only with a slightly bigger frame. I looked at my friends’ portrait again, the familiar red string around Jin’s and Namjoon’s wrist made me smile, looking down on my wrist I admired the red string wrapped around it.

The sliding doors to my room suddenly opened, startling me, making my grip on the sheets tighter to my chest. I looked at who it could’ve been, possibly Seokjin or Namjoon, but it was a stranger making me feel more frightened. The man offered me a boxy smile, and took one step into the room without closing the doors, making me feel at a little more ease. “My brothers have requested for your presence, Y/N.” I looked at the man again trying to read his body language, only to see a calm, honest man with a bubbly personality. Brothers?

I continued looking at the odd, yet handsome young man. He grinned at my expression seeming as if he knew what I was thinking. “Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, for like the hundredth time. I know you just came back from the farm the other day (referring to Chapter 2) after you and Namjoon hyung dealt with the lieutenant.” The man never stopped smiling, making me feel a little flustered. “Ah! Yes, my apologies for holding you back. My brothers are waiting for you at the pagoda near the lake.” The stranger then stepped back out of my room with a pout on his face, making him look even more cute than he already was before. “I never liked that lieutenant anyway, but they never listen to me because I am the youngest. Hmph. Whatever.”

Before he closed the doors and smiled at me, “You’re very adorable, Y/N. Also, no need to cover yourself up too much, the silk is already kind of outlining your cherries. See you later!” with that came a loud shut of the doors with the sound of footsteps disappearing as he got further away from my Hanok. What just happened. Fuck, how can he apologize for not introducing himself but doesn’t even introduce himself. And my cherries? I don't even have any fruit in my room. What an odd, confusing man. A handsome, odd, confusing man. I shook my head still in the midst of waking up. I looked at the floor near the melting candle only to see 5 screws on the floor, it’s only 5am. I grunted and layed down again feeling more tired than ever, cursing Seokjin and Namjoon in my head for having someone, a stranger even, to wake me up.

They can wait a few more minutes. I closed my eyes trying to remember the features of the handsome man that had woken me a few moments ago. I remember his brown eyes and the mole on his nose. I remember seeing a gold emblem on his bandana, across his forehead but my memory was a blurring everything but his face. Hm I wonder if he already has a consort. But cherries, what did he mean. Wait did he mean...my nipples?! I opened my eyes and sat up quickly, looking down seeing my nipples poking through the silk sheet. I gasped in shock, they were poking through the sheets due to the cold. That guy was a pervert! I scoffed, “Of course. Men only want to get in your pants this dynasty.” I got off my bed and started to put on my hanbok to meet up with Namjoon and Seokjin. I reminisce about the events that have happened for the past two weeks, wondering if Emperor Yoongi was waiting for my arrival. Bastard, he’s probably not even worried for me.

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I stepped down from my horse and gave it to the guard that was in front of the entrance. I turned to the side and saw Namoon already in his armor with a smile on his face, offering his arm for me to take. I smiled back at him and encircled our arms together, my hand wrapped around his bicep. I chuckled, “Is this your way of trying to present me as your consort, Emperor Namjoon?” Namjoon laughed at my question, eyes disappearing into slits, “In your dreams, missy.” I chuckled remembering oh how I missed him and his jokes, yet intelligent remarks to everything. I frowned, remembering the event at the farm, now I am at the palace, today possibly determining Eunwoo’s verdict and punishment. I looked at him noticing his sunken, swollen eyes and skinny figure. A moment of slice fell between us as we continued walking on the way to the back of the palace to the pagoda. I cleared my throat, attempting to clear the tension in air, side eyeing him to see his expression only for it not to falter

“Hey, listen, I can convince Seokjin to let go of Eunwoo. I might have mistaken Eunwoo and his da-”

“The evidence was there Y/N. Don’t worry about me, I am an Emperor. I have no need to feel any sort of emotion for a tyrant who betrayed his own Emperor, his own people. I feel no sympathy for those types of people.”

I looked at him, worried for his emotional and mental state. I stopped walking, my arm still encircled with his, startling him as my grip had pulled him back. He turned to my direction, I felt saddened as he couldn’t look me in the eye, instead focusing his gaze on something else behind me. “Just because you’re an emperor does not mean you need to lack emotion. He was one of your closest friends, someone who understood you and listened to your military tactics. It is understandable that the pain you’re feeling is something you choose not to show. Just like me, I know he was a part of your childhood too. We’re in our mid-twenties and we can’t run away from what we feel as people forever.” Even though his gaze was not on me, I had seen his eyes glisten more in the sun as tears welled up, witnessing him keep his stern, not blinking, refusing for them to fall down his cheeks.

“Losing someone...losing someone hurts but that doesn’t mean you should lose yourself as well, Joon.”

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I continued walking to the pagoda, remembering how I left Namjoon based on his request. I stopped in the middle of the stone path admiring the flowers and the trees, also noticing the guards standing at their posts, except for one that was empty, Eunwoo’s. I sighed and continued along the path. I started thinking of what can happen if they had chosen to execute Eunwoo and his dad, who also happened to be citizens of the Bang Empire, finding out from the book of immigrants. No wonder they had always left during the summer, they would go back and then return here starting autumn. A war...a possible war between The 7 Dragons against the Bang Empire and the Soo Empire. I felt my arm hairs rise as I imagined the damage that can be done to Korea and the blood that will be shed if it were to happen. I shivered in the slightest remembering when my family and I had to move to the Min Empire from the Kim Empire when I was a kid.

A hand gripped my shoulder, turning me around. I looked at the owner's hand and saw Namjoon, his eyes red and face a little swollen. “You cried…” Namjoon chuckled lowly, nodding his head, not afraid of telling the truth. “Listen, I am sorry. I never told you beforehand. I am so sorry. You’re my best friend, heck, I hired you as a personal spy for the allies. I hired you because I trust you. I should’ve trusted you, I should never put my hands on a woman. You’re my best friend before you are my spy.” Namjoon started tearing up again, except this time he had let his tears fall endlessly down his face, not bothering to care how he had looked in front of me. I smiled bitterly, remembering how he had harshly pushed me and almost slapped me. I put my arms around his shoulder and hugged him tight.

“It’s okay. I know I have your trust. Never in my life would I trade it for anything else. Never. Plus, even if you did slap me, I would’ve kicked you where the sun doesn’t shine.” I chuckled, joking around with him to try to enlighten the mood.

“But I saw how frightened you were. I saw the fear, Y/N. I know that look. I’ve seen it before.”

I pulled away from him, cupping his face and wiping his tears. He leaned into my touch, crying silently, “You remind me of mum.” I smiled at his comment and pulled him into a hug again, letting him cry onto my shoulder. “I’m your best friend, of course I’m going to care for you like family. Don’t worry about me too much.”

“Ehem.”

Namjoon and I pulled away from the hug looking at the direction of the person who had interrupted our moment. “I want a hug too.” Seokjin pouted like the man baby he was. I chuckled and shook my head walking past him into the pagoda, hearing him whine more as I just had ignored him. In the pagoda layed a round table with 8 chairs, unique with its own colors. My curiosity got the best of me, why were there 8 when there’s only 3 of us? I looked back at Namjoon and Seokjin whispering amongst themselves, stealing glances at me from time to time. I rolled my eyes at their childish behavior. Nothing has changed, I smiled to myself.

I sat on the white chair, which was placed in between a black chair accented with rainbow specs to the right of me and a black chair with accents of gold to the left of me. As I sat down, I heard birds chirping all around me, flying from one tree to another, preparing to migrate because of seasonal changes. Ths red, orange, and yellow leaves dance from side to side as the wind is guiding them through the air. I listened to the whistle of the wind, imagining that the music was from someone playing a bamboo flute in mid-autumn. Hearing the leaves on the ground rustle my thoughts went to my parents, I felt worried as I have been gone for more than a week when I am usually only gone for a few days. I closed my eyes as I knew I was going to break down when thinking of my ill father.

“Y/N?”

I stood up, quickly blinking my tears away. I faced the direction of the person who had called me. “Emperor Jimin!” I quickly went down on my knees, respectfully to him, scratching my knees in the process as the habok didn’t protect my knees. “Y/N…” I stood up quickly, the feeling of nervousness taking over me as I tried my best avoiding his gaze. I slightly nod my head in response to the call of my name, never have I wanted to run away from someone until now. “I’m still your friend, Y/N. You can look at me. You’re not a servant of mine...I mean, you do work for me as a spy as well, no?” I still did not look into his eyes, fearing that . They looked dull, lacking the happiness it had shown before. The guilt had almost eaten me alive at that instant, noticing the damage I had done to him. I’m the reason why he’s like this. I chuckled lightly to myself, the irony of it all that is. I’m supposed to be helping the emperors maintain the peace, happiness, and equality in this dynasty, but here I was standing in front of the man whose heart I had broken, countless times.

“지민씨! I see you’ve met Y/N!” I looked behind him and saw the handsome stranger form this morning. “Actually, this is not the first time I’ve met hair. I’d say I know her fairly well. I felt the blood rushing up to my face as I remembered the words he had said, rather boldly, to me the last time him and I were together. Remembering the handsome stranger was here, I unconsciously crossed my arms, covering my chest as I saw his eyes diverge away from my eyes, looking downwards. I glared at the stranger, no longer being able to withhold my anger. “야아! 당신은 오늘 아침부터 변태였어요. 당신은 믿을 수 없군요!” Everyone’s attention was now on me, as I started yelling at the…handsome stranger.

“Namjoon!”

I saw him hurriedly run towards me, worry written all over his face. I hid behind the tall man, cowering with embarrassment. “He was the asshole pervert from this morning! I am not asking for your permission, but I am letting you know I will beat his ass one day! Just because he is good looking does not mean he can do whatever he wants”

“Y/N, I am not going to let you beat up Taehyung.”

I scoffed and crossed my arms, not believing what he had just said. “And why is that?”

“Because he’s the brother I was talking about that you had yet to meet.”

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3RD POV

Y/N sat down between Namjoon and an empty chair. She looked around the table, the three Kim Emperors and Emperor Jimin, who was stealing glances from time to time as he was talking to the youngest of the Kim’s; Taehyung. Y/N looked down and wanted to cry of embarrassment remembering the event that had happened not too long ago. She had just met Taehyung who so happened to be the brother Namjoon and Seokjin was talking about, who so happened to be the youngest of the three. She remembered him chuckling at her when she had suddenly bowed to him the moment Namjoon had told her he was his brother, putting the pieces together that he too was an emperor.

“Heyo! Hoseok is here! That’s right. THE man is here. Now, bow down, peasants.” Hoseok walked in the pagoda with a huge smile on his face, announcing his presence. Y/N chuckled at the silliness he didn’t fail to show every time he presented himself. “형, why do you always forget how to act like the emperor you are? Plus, where are the others?” Jimin asked Hoseok thinking that he would know. Hoseok shrugged ignoring his little insult, and not caring for where the others were, making Jimin scoffed but nonetheless slightly smiled at his older friend’s response but nor forgetting his rebuttal.

“I’m surprised you are early in this meeting.”

Jimin rolled his eyes at Hoseok, even though he knew what he had said was true, pouting in the end looking at Taehyung to say something in his defense, who just kept his mouth shut.

“Sorry for being late! I woke up late, I had training with my hyung last night which lasted until sunrise.” The youngest of the allies entered the pagoda, his panting evident from running. He looked at the unknown girl, introducing himself. “Hello, I am Emperor Jungkook of the Jeon Empire.” Y/N stood up from her chair bowing down to the emperor before her, mentally cursing this dynasty for having so many emperors and empires. She stood up once again once she had heard the legs of the chair scraping against the wooden floor as Jungkook sat down on his purple chair.

It felt as if time was going slow to Y/N as she sat around the table, surrounded by the most powerful emperors of the dynasty, though one was missing. Y/N looked at the empty chair beside him, wondering what had kept him late, who kept him busy. She doesn’t remember the last time she had seen him. However, she remembered the way she had made him smile once. She remembered how he had taken care of her, even though he had a cold demeanor. That’s what she loves about him, or so she thought. Y/N felt an intense gaze burning through her skull. She looked up and saw Jimin, the man she was in love with.

Everyone around the table was chattering nonsense, leaving the serious conversation and issue to be addressed later. Y/N sat quietly as she was left in her own thoughts, snapping out of them when someone had called her name and included her in a conversation. The sound of thunder and the falling of the rain had interrupted their moment of joy. Namjoon, confused just like everyone else, looked at one of his guards, “That’s weird. I didn’t see a ring around the moon these past 7 days.” The guard, confused as well, “I did not witness one either, my emperor.”

The 6 men groaned and complained how the meeting should’ve already started but they were only waiting for one more important figure. The crack of a thunder had made everyone jolt in their seats, the rain noticeable getting harder, the sudden breeze making everyone shiver in their seats. Footsteps climbing up the stairs of the pagoda were left unheard, the figure coming into view once they had stepped out of the rain and into the shelter of the pagoda.

“I apologize for being late.”

Y/N glared at him, bowing down to him, immediately questioning him once she stood up from her vulnerable stance. “What kept you late, Emperor Min? Or should I say whom?” Y/N didn’t know why she cared, she knew she shouldn’t. It was none of her business. She saw Jimin from the corner of her eyes looking down, fiddling with his fingers. The other men’s attention now on her and Yoongi's eyes filled with curiosity. Her focus went back to the man she was questioning, the one looking vulnerable, the only person who she was never afraid of despite the rumours about him.

“I went looking for you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened looking up at him, not being able to utter a word, complete in shock. “Yoongi, nice for you to drop by.” With the tone of Seokjin’s tone, everyone knew the elders had been impatient, being quiet as they had been waiting for his arrival. Yoongi nodded his head in understanding his tone. He grasped Y/N’s wrist, catching her by surprise, dragging her to the direction of their seats. Jimin glared at the two as they walked passed him feeling uneasy at the sight of them close to each other. Seokjin stopped as the two sat down, “Well? Let’s have the meeting start, shall we?”

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Y/N’s eyes widened in fear, looking at the mapo laid out on the table. “Emperor Bang…” She was surprised at how far he had expanded his empire in korea. “He is taking land that isn’t his. He took a part of our land when we were kids, it’s time we take it back. It would be what father wanted.” Namjoon looked at Y/N, knowing what she was thinking. He looked at Seokjin smiling, “Seokjin hyung, Y/N can finally move back in our empire.” Seokjin smiled liking what the latter had said, he smiled even wider. “Or Y/N can just move into our palace! She’s one of you officials anyway.” Namjoon high fived his older brother, both of them smiling to the thought of their best friend permanently living with them.

“No.”

Namjoon and Seokjin furrowed their eyebrows, confused.”What do you mean, ‘no?’” The man looked at the two of them tilting his head the slightest. Seokjin and Namjoon couldn’t help but stare at his right eye, where the scar was. It ran from the middle of his forehead eyebrow straight down to the middle of his cheek. His scar was not that deep, his right eye still perfectly intact. Nonetheless, Seokjin and Namjoon would never admit that they were slightly afraid of him. “Yeah, I said no.” Namjoon grew irritated by his friend, pushing Y/N behind him and taking a step closer to Yoongi. “What do you mean, hyung? She is not your property. You don’t speak for her.”

Yoongi smirked in response, slightly chuckling at the man in front of him and his foolishness. His gaze shifted to the vulnerable girl behind him, looking down on the floor. Yoongi knew what was going through her head. “She is merely just not a spy.” Namjoon looked at Yoongi questioning his statement, waiting for him to continue. “She is also…” Y/N looked up at Yoongi silently pleading not to tell the truth, at least not when Jimin is here. Yoongi chuckled at her appearance, “...my advisor. She is needed more in my Empire, Namjoon. The people only listened when she was there.” Namjoon scoffed, in disbelief of his reasoning. “Ask Y/N who she’d rather be with.”

All the attention was now on Y/N, making her feel uneasy and nervous, all their piercing gazes on her. “Listen! Let’s talk about that matter later! We need to focus on what’s important. Bang is expanding his territory into yours. We need to take it back, war may occur, who knows. What’s more important is that winter is coming. We will have less resources compared to any other season.” Jimin nodded, agreeing with her, along with the other people around the table. Y/N sighed in relief as the attention was no longer on her.Her gaze fell on Yoongi, in relief that he didn’t say anything further. Meanwhile, Jimin’s gaze had remained on her knowing Yoongi was hiding something about Y/N. Him breaking his gaze on her once he thought someone caught him.

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“Alright, we’ll have another meeting tomorrow. I suggest all of you stay in the palace. The amount of rooms is more than enough. You are pleased to stay in whatever wing of the palace you feel is comfortable.” Seokjin concluded the meeting, the first one to leave the pagoda and into the palace, possibly to wash up and then go straight to bed as the moon was high in the sky. Everyone else had stood up and began leaving. Y/N stood up from her chair, ignoring Yoongi’s presence. As she neared the steps down the pagoda, so did Jimin. Y/N had felt a hand graze against her hand, looking down she saw Jimin’s hand near hers. He smiled brightly at her, interlocking their pinkies together for a few seconds before letting go. However, the man behind them was not too happy to witness it.

Y/N walked behind the seven emperors, entering into the palace. “I suggest we all have dinner in an hour, my friends. We will meet in the dining room once everyone has settled in comfortably.” The three Kim brothers walked to their own chambers, with the rest of the boys doing the same. Y/N walked to her room, she stripped herself from her clothes wanting to scrub off possible grime and dirt she had gotten on herself.

Y/N laid in the bathtub, candles surrounding her, illuminating the room while also giving her warmth from the autumn cold. She closed her eyes, feeling her body relax as she sunk her body further in the water. She furrowed her eyebrows, remembering the hurt expression Jimin had worn when he first saw her in the beginning of the meeting. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of hurting him, hurting anyone. A few knocks to her door made her stray away from her thoughts. “Who is it?” Y/N wondered who could be knocking at the door before dinner. “It’s Jimin.”

Y/N thought for a while, hesitating.

“You can come in.”

The door slid open, revealing Jimin in his hanbok, sliding the door closed after stepping in. Y/N didn’t fail to notice him locking the door. Y/N smirked sitting up in the tub, her long hair covering her chest. She grew confused as to why he was here when dinner was going to start. “Hey. I uh...wanted to see you. Seokjin hyung had told us to stay here for a couple more days for planning.” Y/N nodded, slightly happy that she will see him a little more often for a couple days. Possibly, she can fix her mistake. “Why are you taking a bath at this hour?” Jimin crouched down near her naked figure in the tub, his hand cupping her cheek, gently stroking it as they looked each other in the eyes. “Is it wrong for a lady to treat herself to a relaxing bath?”

2ND POV

You stood up from the tub, seeing Jimin’s cheeks turn red as his eyes fell on your naked body. You got out of the tub, grabbing your silk robe, gifted from Namjoon and Seokjin, going behind your shoji screen to put it on. Jimin watched your figure on the other side, the candle outlining every curve of your body, your breasts, and your ass. Jimin couldn’t help but felt his hanbok tighten at the moment. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself, looking down at his boner.

You came from behind your shoji screen, only wearing the silk robe which outlined your hard nipples. Jimin licked his lips at the sight of you, not caring if you saw his boner. You walked towards him, swaying your hips on purpose, smirking as soon as you saw his boner, but deciding to tease him further. “What did you come here for?” You put your hands on his chest, guiding him to sit down on your bed. Once he sat down, his eyes traced back to the outline of your nipples, lickig his lips once again. You looked at his tongue, peeking out his lips, then gliding it against his thick, plump lips. The sight of his red tongue, making you wetter by the second. “Hey! My eyes are up here.” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, snapping him out of his trance.

Jimin unconsciously put his hands on your hips pulling you closer, placing you in between his legs. “Yeah, I know. But I couldn’t help but stare at you.” Y/N felt flustered, avoiding his gaze as he took his lips in between his teeth, biting down on them. His hands roamed up to your waist, his hands still going up until his hands grazed against the sides of your breasts. You shivered at his touch, enjoying it as you have not seen him in weeks. He leaned closer,looking into your eyes as he kissed your exposed cleavage. You sighed in satisfaction and threw your head back, running your hands through his hair gently.

Jimin hugged you by the waist, encircling his arms around you, resting his chin on your chest while staring up at you. “I’ve missed you.” You looked down on him with adoration in your eyes, feeling your heart flutter mumbling, “I’ve missed you more.” He caressed your back, his attention now on your protruding lips. You noticed his gaze focusing on your lips, you looked at his lips in return having the sudden urge to kiss him, to feel him.

You felt him pulling you even closer, you felt his breath fan over your lips, closing your eyes, you waited for him to make the first move.

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His soft lips then came into contact with yours softly. Your lips moving sync with another, savoring the moment that both of you have been longing for, craving each other's touch. You felt his wet muscle slight graze against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Your lips staying shit, teasing him. His right hand sliding down to your ass, his left sliding to the form of your body and up to your right boob, squeezing them at the same time making you gasp. He used this opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He took your bottom lip in between his, sucking on it. He grabbed your jaw, holding your mouth open as he slid his tongue in, you closed your mouth around his wet muscles and sucked on it, going up and down, making him groan, imagining how you would suck in his cock. Tongues swirling against each other, making you moan, feeling clit pulsating by the second, longing for him to touch you there.

You broke the kiss, saliving connecting the both of you from your kiss. You looked into his eyes, seeing love and lust, his delicious thick lips even more swollen than before. Grabbing the sides of his face, you pecked his lips lightly giggling, making him giggle as well. You straddled his lap capturing his lips in a kiss once again. You felt his hands creep down to your ass, squeezing them, receiving a moan from you. You broke the short kiss, pushing him down on the silk sheets, smashing your lips on his, forcing your tongue inside his mouth wanting to be the dominant one straddling him once more. His hands went up and down your sides, caressing your waist, squeezing it once in a while.

You broke away from his lips, trailing your kisses to his jaw down to the space to where his neck and shoulder meet. You kissed his pulmonary vein, licking from the base of his neck to his jaw line receiving a loud groan from him. You sucked and bit on his neck, his hands squeezing your hips as he hissed in pleasure and in pain. His hands grabbing the hem of your robe pulling them up until it was up to your waist, revealing your ass and your pussy. You continued painting his neck, his boner poking your inner thigh. You moved your hips down, grinding hard against his boner, you sighed in pleasure as your clit caused friction against his hanbok, which also happened to be made of silk.

“Fuck, baby. Do that again.” He quietly groaned against your neck. You sucked on his neck harder, humming against it as you grinded on his cock once again, your clit grinding against the fabric of his clothes, you felt yourself shiver from the immense pleasure you were feeling, moaning louder as he grinded up against your clit. He suddenly put his hands on your shoulders, softly pushing you away. He pushed you down on the mattress, him now on top of you. Looking at your messed up state, he chuckled. Seeing your swollen lips, ches going up and down as you tried to get your breathing even, still affected from the makeout session and sucking in his sweet neck.

He took off his vest, unbuttoning the traditional long sleeve, leaving him shirtless before you. The candles outlining his chest and his fit stomach making you lick your lips in anticipation. He grabbed your legs, putting them around his hips, your legs automatically locking him in. He untied your robe, pulling them to the side, revealing your breasts. His mouth watered at the sight, completely appalled by your beauty. He leaned down giving you a hard kiss, holding your arms above your head with one hand as he kissed down your chest.

You looked down at him, seeing him kiss your breast, sucking on it, painting it with his hickeys. You whined as he kept kissing around your nipple, being impatient. He kept teasing you until you felt him grope your breast and lick a stripe against your nipple, moaning in satisfaction. You looked down on him devouring your nipple, feeling yourself get wet by the sight, grinding up against him, feeling the outline of his hard cock making you want more. He chuckled in satisfaction before abusing your other nipple, licking, sucking, nibbling on it while keeping his eyes on you, alternating between each breast. He loves it. He loves you writhing under his body in complete satisfaction.

He pulled away from your nipple with a pop, leaning away from you, your faces only inches away from each other, as your eyes were focused on him waiting for his next move. “What do you say princess? Do you want to go even further?” With a quiet whimper, you nodded your head, your mind fuzzy, not focused on anything but wanting to feel his body against yours. Jimin chickled, slightly grinding against you making you moan, your eyebrows furrowed, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

Jimin dipped down, putting his tongue in your wet cavern, absolutely enjoying the taste of your mouth on his. He hummed against your lips, his legs adjusting your legs around his waist before painfully grinding up and down slowly against your pussy, steadying your position with your hands on his shoulder.. Jimin smirked seeing you enjoying it, looking down he saw a wet patch against his pants. “It seems like you're already dripping, princess. You stained my pants.” You felt your face heat up, his grinding did not stop. You slightly smirked, your hands travelled down his body

You dipped your hands in his pants, gripping his hard cock in your hands. With lidded eyes, he groaned feeling your cold hands around him. Jimin slightly smirked in return, trailing his hands down to your pulsating clit. You started to rub your hands up and down, your thumb running over the slit of his cock. “Fuck, princess. Just how I like it. Don’t you ever leave my sight ever again.” Jimin ran his fingers down your slit, collecting your witness on the tip of his fingers, lightly brushing against your clit making you moan lightly. He looked into your eyes as he brought his hands up and in his mouth, licking your wetness from his mouth, groaning in satisfaction as he tasted you. He took off his pants, leaving him completely naked before you, his tattoo on his right rib cage visible to your eyes, making him look even more sexy.

He took your hands away from his cock, intertwining your hands with his and raising them above your head once again. He captured your swollen lips in a passionate kiss, licking, sucking and biting on your lips and tongue. He grinded his swollen tip on your clit making the both of you moan and groan in pleasure. You felt his pace going from slow and light to fast and hard. You felt every vein on his cock, now lubricated by your juices. He hid his face in your neck, biting down on your neck quieting his sounds of pleasure. You covered your mouth with your right hand, your left scratching his back not being able to take the feeling pleasure from something so simple.

He stopped grinding, making you confused. He took his face away from your neck, looking into your eyes. He kissed you once again, holding your jaw open with his mouth, he spit in your mouth and slid his tongue in your mouth, both of you fighting for dominance. You suddenly moaned against his lips as you felt him push his tip in your entrance, his thumb slowly circling your clit, making you want to cry out in pleasure. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re so wet, I can probably slide right in. I love you so much.” You looked at him above you, grabbing his face, you pulled him into a kiss as he pushed himself deeper into you, his tip hitting you cervix, scratching his back in the process, receiving a loud groan from him against your lips. You pulled away, his face only centimeters away from you, mumbling, “I love you, Jimin.”

Jimin pulled his cock out of your dripping pussy, only letting the tip stay in. He slid all the way back in, hitting your cervix once again as he sucked on you nipples. Your eyes welled up with tears from the immense pleasure he was giving you, moaning against your hand, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you arched your back.

*knock*knock*

You and Jimin looked at each other in surprise, thinking that both of you were just hearing things.

“Y/N, it’s Yoongi. It’s time to eat dinner.”

You were going to respond but suddenly felt Jimin sliding in and out of you, his pace getting faster by each thrust, making you a moaning mess. “You heard him, princess. You better respond while I’m fucking you. Or else, I’ll stop and leave you chasing your orgasm.” You whimpered, “Y-yes, Emper-ror Min. I’ll-fuck-be right o-out.” You heard his footsteps getting quieter and quieter as he walked away from your room. “Fuck fuck...right there, baby. Your cock feels so good.” You cried, and arched your back, moaning loudly as you felt your climax getting closer. You were drenched in sweat, lips swollen, stomach coiling, eyes rolling back as you couldn’t hold your profanities in. Jimin groaned loudly, his climax approaching as well. “Yeah? You like my cock ramming inside of you, hitting your g-spot? Look at you, cock slut. Taking in my cock so well every time.”

The room was filled with sounds of your skin slapping against each other and both of your moans and groans. You felt the rhythm of his thrust get messy as he was nearing his edge. He put his lips against yours in a messy kiss. “Jimin...baby, right there. I’m c-cumm-ing.” Jimin began circling your clit in figure eights, your coil snapping, feeling your walls clench tight around his cock, feeling his pulsating veins, your body shaking from your strong climax. You feel yourself getting sensitive as Jimin continues to thrust deep into you. Cumming with a groan and a snap of his hips, feeling you clench your walls, milking him.

He fell on top of you, no longer being able to hold his own weight above you. Both of your chests moving up and down trying to catch each other’s breath. Jimin finally pulled out of you after a few minutes of just relaxing, wincing in the process from your sensitivity. Jimin leaned down to kiss you, mumbling against your lips, “I love you, baby. But now it’s time to eat dinner so no one gets suspicious.” He pecked your lips before getting dressed. He made his way to the door, pouting as he didn’t see you follow him.

SMUT STOPS HERE

You got off the bed, tying your robe again. You felt your legs wobble as you made your way to him, Jimin chuckling the effect he has on you. You pecked his lips multiple times before hugging him, enjoying having his arms around you. You fixed his post-sex hair, giggling to yourself. “Alright, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Jimin bent down to your height and pecked your lips, not getting enough he slid his tongue in your mouth again.

Pulling away from the kiss Jimin looked into your eyes and said, "아침에 널 무릎 꿇게 할 수 있는 건 나뿐이라는 걸 잊지 마. 무슨 말인지 알겠지."* Jimin smirked at you, your cheeks heating up from his statement. You slapped his chest making him throw his head back in laughter. He looked into your eyes, his smile slowly disappearing. You looked at him worried you did something wrong, worried that he realized maybe that what you two were doing is wrong.

“나를 절대 잊지 마. 왜냐하면 당신이 그의 것이라도 나는 항상 당신을 사랑할 것이기 때문이다.”* Your eyes teared up, throwing your hands around him, hugging him tight. You did not want to accept reality, when did anyone ever want to? Jimin hugged you back tighter, holding you against his chest, pecking your hair and breathing in your scent. Something he can never get over. He pulled back from the hug, holding your face in his hands, frowning on seeing your teary eyes.

“하지만 내가 널 다시 내 것으로 만들 테니 걱정하지 마. 난 널 너무 사랑해”* At that moment your tears had fallen down from your eyes. Jimin wiped your tears, pulling you back into his embrace, whispering sweet nothings to your ear to help you calm down.

After a few minutes, with a smile, one had walked away, only, you were the one being left behind this time. You sighed feeling a sudden burst of emotion with Jimin’s words, standing in front of her door ajar. You slid the door close only for a hand to slide it back open again catching you by surprise. Your eyes widened as you saw Yoongi leaning on the frame with his arms crossed, his figure towering over yours.

Yoongi noticed your disheveled look, something he had already seen before. He smirked, stepping into your room, stepping back in fear that you and Jimin had been caught. He scoffed looking at you who was afraid to look into his eyes not knowing what changed for you to fear him. Yoongi grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. “I don’t want you anywhere near Jimin anymore, do you understand? The purpose of your job isn’t for you to whore around, Y/N. Go dress up in your hanbok. It’s time for dinner.” Your eyes filled with tears, never has he ever called you a “whore.” You feared what he could do to Jimin. You’ve seen what he can do to people and it was something you didn’t want to witness happening to Jimin, a person you’re in love with.

Yoongi noticed your tears cascading down your blushing cheeks, your flustered appearance slightly satisfying him as you looked vulnerable in front of him. He caressed your cheek before leaving a kiss on them, making you flinch. Yoongi growled, slightly pushing you away from him, not satisfied with your response to his kiss. He had made his way to exit the room, pausing before he had made his way completely out the doorway, he turned around looking at you with cold eyes. He made his way towards you in large strides, pulling on your arm, bringing his mouth near your ear whispering the truth you were glad he did not reveal in front of the others.

“And don’t forget the day you oathed yourself to me…,my beautiful consort.”

FOOTNOTES

나를 절대 잊지 마. 왜냐하면 당신이 그의 것이라도 나는 항상 당신을 사랑할 것이기 때문이다 - Never forget me, because I will always love you, even if you are his.

아침에 널 무릎 꿇게 할 수 있는 건 나뿐이라는 걸 잊지 마. 무슨 말인지 알겠지 - Don't forget that I'm the only one who can make you kneel in the morning. You know what I mean.

하지만 내가 널 다시 내 것으로 만들 테니 걱정하지 마. 난 널 너무 사랑해- But i’ll make you mine again, so don’t worry. I love you so much

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|The call| Namjoon| Smut

(Gif not related he just looks FINE AF...and this is what made me feel the need to write something...because...fuck!)

1.5k ALL SMUT

Basically you being a brat while Daddy Joon is trying to handle a business call…

Warnings: Slight dom Namjoon, slight daddy kink, slight spit play, top OC, dirty talk, unprotected sex...ugh yeah just read it

To say you were being a bit of a brat was an understatement, as you sat in Namoon’s studio mindlessly scrolling through Instagram while he was on the phone. The conversation was obviously in his native tongue and you weren’t fluent enough to even attempt to put two and two together and to be honest you really didn't care.

But it’s been a good..oh I don't know 10 or so minutes and now baby’s bored, and there's no reason you should be bored when Kim Namjoon's less than 10 feet away. Strolling over in his direction slowly, a harmless smile playing on your cheeks, well harmless if he didn't know any better. “Behave” slipped past his lips in nothing more than a whisper, yet the authority within his voice was clear as day.Unfortunately for him all that did was add to the heat pooling in your stomach as your eyes shamelessly fucked him from head to toe.

Always forgetting how big your man truly was until he sat down, everything from his thighs to his chest, shoulders, and more importantly his cock..this man was built! Slowly lowering yourself on his lap before lacing your arms around his neck, clawing at the hair at the nape of his neck. Namjoon’s eyes cut over in your direction instantly giving you, your final warning which you blatantly ignored. “Babyyyy” Cooded past your lips as you brought your hands down to palm at his chest, keeping your lips permanently connected to his ear. Nipping at the tiny hoop that dance along his lobe “Joon…” tone initintially breathy, and whiney you were almost moaning at this point. A growl ripping from his throat as you bounced against his lap lips brushing against his clothed length which was only getting harder as we speak.Slipping your hand between the two of him to palm him slightly, though you were teasing yourself more than anyting “Fuck, daddy your so big...so thickkkkk”

Letting the last syllable roll off your tongue ...which ultimately got caught in your throat once his fingers made contact with your already oversely senstive nippels. Pinching it between his index and middle finger, the thin fabric of your shirt not creating much of a barrier since you opted out of a bra tonight! Twisting, and twisting until your’s eyes rolled to the back of your head yet you still didn't get the hint. Rolling your hips back even deeper...you could feel yourself making a mess all over him…”I could come like this, from grinding my -”

“Y/N” Cut through his chest, and you couldn't help but shiver at how deep, and raspy his voice was, you got to him so easily now, leaning up to nip at your bottom lip. Sucking it between his own until you kneaded out, not pulling back until he was somewhat satisfied. An amused smirk playing on his lips, as he continued his conversation, or at least he thought! You eased up for a little, playing in his hair lazily,letting your hands slowly roam under his shirt, you appear to be behaving so he didn't complain. Namjoon actually loved the attention, the feeling of your hands warm and gentle against his skin, slouching slightly enjoying the “Innocent” distraction.

Leaning down to brush your nose down the side of his jaw repeatedly until he shivered, arching into your touch unintentionally. His body worked on autopiolit when it came to you, instantly craving more than what you were giving. But Namjoon wasn’t one to beg, though you pride yourself on the fact that you could break him down like no other. “I know you can feel how wet I am...I’m damn near sitting in a puddle…” Purred past your lips as you flicked the hinge of his jaw with your tongue before sucking it between your lips. “God your so sexy….” A slight hiss slipping past his lips at the sudden praise, snaking his hand under your shirt, smacking his palm against your bare ass with such force his own hand was pulsing afterwords. . Only earning a menacing chuckle to flutter through your chest, as you licked your way down the vein protruding down the side of his neck. Leaving an array of messy open mouth kissing on every inch of skin you could reach, moaning out slightly against his flesh as if it was the best thing you’d tasted all day.

“Stop!” Slipping through clenched teeth, gripping the side of your jaw the slight pressure you felt only made you moan, taking the opportunity to lap your tongue around the edge of his thumb. Giving in ever so slightly, allowing you to suck his finger into your mouth, taking him knuckle deep until your tongue was flicking at the ring that laid along his finger. Head reclining agaisnt the wall, eyes locked with yours as you suctioned your lips around the diget. “Babyyyy….” The slight need in his voice let you know you were prying at the last bit of self control this man nad, and there was nothing sexier than watching him lose himself.

Slowly hopping off his lap, a relieved sigh leaving namjoon's lips and he ran his fingers through his hair. Eyes fluttering down to the wet spot that laid along his pelvis. Trying to regain his composure as he continued his call,that’s until you positioned yourself between his thighs. Soothing your palms under his shorts, moaning slightly at how tense his muscles became at the sudden contact.

Gently letting your fingertips tease his public bone before dipping your head down, licking up the silk of his basketball shorts, paying close attention to the prominent outline of his dick even beneath the material. “Y/N I swear to god-” Growled past his lips probably louder than it should’ve because he suddenly switched right back to Korean mumbling something along the lines of “Yes, I’m still here , please continue…” Which inturn you assumed applied to the both of you!

Gazing up at him almost innocently, from under you full set of lashes, as you took long slow drags against his clothed length, suctioning your lips around the imprint. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help himself from getting his fingers get tangled in your hair instinctively bucking into your mouth. A smirk playing on your lips as your freed him from his pants, spitting on the tip of his cock until it was completely lubricated..yet you didn't put him in your mouth which threw him off completely. Instead you stood up, pulling his shirt off your body.. Leaving you completely naked, taking his length in your hand trailing up your folds the sound of your own arousal sliding down his shaft as you teased your entrance with the tip.

‘Don’t you dare fucking tease me…” He said it so low you almost wanted to fuck with him and make him repate hisself but you knew you were already pushing it ! Gazing up at your through heavy lips, jaw tight, teeth daggering into his bottom lip as he tried to continue his conversation. Considering he didn't hang up already you figured it was work related, voice fluttering his his chest as he tried to continue like nothing happened.

“Yes sir” Turning around so your ass was facing him, grabbing his hand leading him to take an almost possessive hold you the curve of your ass. Purposely digging the blunt edge of his nails into your cheek, the sight alone had him ready to bust once he realized what you were doing. Slowly lowering yourself onto his cock so you could ride him reverse cowgirl, not even allowing yourself to breathe as sunk down, not stopping until he disappeared completely between your lips. Biting your own so hard to muzzle yourself you were surpried you were bleeding, , nails digin into his thighs you felt so full, so fucking full you almsot had to remind yourself to breathe. His dick felt like it was damn near poking your esophagus thighs already trembling and you haven't even moved yet.

“Oh fuckkk” slipped past his lips as he felt you pulsing around him while he was almost pulsing around you. A sudden sharp pain against your scalp had a high pitched moan ripping from your throat as Namjoon yanked your head back to rest against your shoulder. Holding the base of your pointyail in his hands”Look at you, so fuckin full you can’t even move...it’s big isint it baby? I bet you could come just like this...just from daddy’s cock pulsing inside this tight little pussy!”

Little did you know he put the call on speaker and mute, allowing him to lick his way into your mouth, bringing one had down to guide your hips. Taking the hint, you started, grinding back against him, swallowing each moan that slipped past both of your lips. The kiss was deep and sloppy, as he sucked your tongue against his own. “I’m gonna take this call of mute…” Trailing his lips down the side of your neck, blunt teeth breaking skin until you almost screamed. Lapping his tongue around the area to ease the sting before leaving a trail of open mouth kisses in its wake. Making his way back up to your lips “And your gonna fuck yourself on my cock until you cum” The whinest moan imagieble slipped past your lips at that, as you found yourself chasing after his tounge. Needed to taste him again, licking at the seams until he let you in.

“What are you waiting for? Ride it like it’s your baby...ride me like you want it…show daddy how much you want it..” Rolled against your tongue in nothing but a slur of moans only making you lightheaded, as he panted out against your tongue,

“Fine, but you don’t get to hang up until I make daddy come too..we both know how good you are at being quiet when it comes to me….” As if the smirk in your voice wasn’t enough you had the nerve to do it against his lips too...

“Is that what you want? Is that what get’s babys pussy nice and wet? Hmm making me come, making me a moaning fucking mess when I come inside you?”

Before you could evan speak whoever was on the phone spoke up a little, clearly it was time for Namjoon to respond to whatever he was saying. Right as he went to open his mouth you rolled your hips back, slowly and deep, making sure to hit that spot you both needed.

Eyes slowly fluttering to the back of his head not even attemping to mute himself “Oh fuckkk….”

IDK FAM….I’m a simple woman.. I saw this gif and I said “Oh...okay then…”

ALSO SHOULD I FINISH THIS???

Lol not my best by any means it was quick I did his in like 20 minutes, butttttttttt I was randomly inspired.

if you liked it “Like” it and lemme know...I think this is my first smut involving ONLY Namjoon….

LOVE YOU AS ALWAYS!

ROCKI

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