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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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compromise (explicit)

genre: twilight AU, straight-up cracky-ass porn, do not look @ me

pairing: vampire!taehyung x human!reader x werewolf!jungkook

summary: you're torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don't have to choose.

word count: 10k 😬

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ no seriously like i wrote this with my dick it is EXCLUSIVELY twilight-flavored porn sdhfjdkgsdf - taehyung is a vampire, jungkook is a werewolf, reader is in love with both of them, they can't stand each other, yktfv !!!! this is actually an incredibly poorly negotiated threesome, so uh, don't do it like this kids!!!!! just enjoy the filth 🫡 which specifically contains: a m/m/f threesome ft. mid-sex jealousy lol, biting, nipple play, clit stim and fingering, clit biting 💀, cunnilingus, spitting, neck.... licking?, a lot of body temperature descriptions bc we're sticking to steph's hot/cold lore bc i think it's funny idk, blowjobs/throat fucking, spit-roasting, first times, unprotected sex, some mildly improbable sex positions because they both have superhuman strength lmfao, a smidge of dirty talk/praise kink, ass play, anal sex, good ol' DP, annnnnd the grand finale: neck-biting and blood-drinking 🤭 also tae and jk throw "slurs" like 'leech' and 'dog' at each other the whole time sdfsdfjkf 💜

A/N: SURPRISE! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I WILL NOT BE EXPLAINING MYSELF BUT UHHHH ENJOY SOME NONSENSE!!!!

thank you to @haliiimede for the incredible banner 🥺

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You’ve been on edge all evening, watching, waiting.

As the sun slips below the horizon and reddens the sky on its departure, you try not to read it as an omen of what’s to come. Night pours out black like it always does, dark blanketing the lush green outside your bedroom window, but your stomach refuses to untwist.

Not even the touch of Taehyung’s hand can settle your nerves, despite how familiar it is, cold as ice, hard as marble. He’d climbed in your window at dusk, the way he’s done every night for months now, but tonight the air between you is heavy. Tonight you can barely look at him.

“Jagiya,” his hundred-year-old voice drips, sweet like honey, rich like blood in the quiet of your room. “What’s wrong?”

You haven’t even opened your mouth to answer when his head snaps up, clearly alerted by some sound your weak human ears have yet to pick up on.

Right on time, then.

“Tae,” you murmur softly, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek. Your thumb strokes lovingly over the flawless perfection of his face as your human eyes meet his: rich ochre, deep enough to drown in. He’s well-fed; you made sure that would be the case when you planned this. You need every possible element on your side tonight.

He cuts you off with a growl before you can say more than his name. “Why is that dog here?”

The word spat through his clenched teeth sends a fresh wave of anxiety spiraling through your bloodstream. “Please don’t call him that, Tae.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper. “He’s my best friend. I wanted the three of us to talk.”

You realize you can hear it now, coming up the road: the distant but unmistakable rattle of Jungkook’s motorcycle. It draws closer and closer, until it’s underscored by the crunch of gravel as he pulls into the driveway. When Jungkook finally kills the engine, the silence in your bedroom feels loud.

Taehyung doesn’t speak, but you can tell he’s furious, every muscle in his body pulled tight. His hands curl into fists, flexing restlessly at his sides, and even the well-defined line of his jaw jumps like he’s holding back the urge to tear something apart.

You do the only thing you can think of to calm your boyfriend: you take his face in your hands and pull him in for a deep kiss.

As your lips touch, it finally sinks in: how scared you are about tonight– you’re shaking like a leaf in Taehyung’s arms, even though you know he’d never hurt you. At least not purposefully.

The heat of your mouth seems to distract Taehyung a little, but there’s still fury in his kiss, in the soft growls that he can’t quite suppress as his tongue rolls over yours.

Your bedroom door creaks on its hinges, and you pull away from Taehyung just in time to see a bright smile drop off Jungkook’s face as he stands in the threshold. Your heart plummets into your stomach. Three seconds in and you’ve already ruined everything. How very human of you.

Moving an inch back from Taehyung, you unwind your arms from around his neck and try to regard both of them at once. This conversation suddenly feels much harder to navigate than you’d anticipated.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say softly. Your best friend is practically glowering in the doorway now.

“I thought you wanted to talk. I don’t need to see him turn you. Or suck your soul out, or whatever.”

You try to stay calm, because someone has to. “It was just a kiss, Jungkook. I meant it, I do want to talk.” Your gaze flits from Jungkook to Taehyung. “To both of you.” As your eyes find Jungkook’s again, you pat the bedspread on your other side. “Will you come sit down?”

Taehyung makes a noise so otherworldly that chills rip up your spine, enough to make you shiver. “He’s fine where he is.”

“Tae,” you turn back to him, your face twisted with emotion. “Please.”

Jungkook crosses into the room with an unhurried confidence despite the slight hesitation in his steps, as if he’s preparing for your boyfriend to lunge at any moment but sure he’d win the fight. To your surprise, he doesn’t follow the path you’d indicated to join you and Taehyung. Instead, he moves to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed, and then–

Your jaw drops as Jungkook, still slow, still confident, sinks to his knees in front of you and Taehyung.

“How’s this?”

“Swearing your loyalty, mutt?” Taehyung snaps.

Jungkook doesn’t even look at him. “Not to you.”

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you murmur softly. “And thank you for coming here. And I’m sorry I haven’t told either of you why.”

“You didn’t even tell me he was coming!” Taehyung interjects, indignant, and you sigh.

“You’re right. And I should have. But you can see why I was scared to, right? I didn’t think either of you would agree if you knew you’d be in the same room.”

They both shrug a little, like they can’t argue with that.

It all starts to well up in your chest before you can focus on remaining rational, the way you’d planned to. The emotions, the pain. Your very human weaknesses.

“I don’t think you two realize how hard this is for me. How hard it is that you feel the way you do about each other,” you begin. “Neither of you can know what it’s like to wake up and feel like you’re being torn in half. But that’s every day for me.”

Jungkook tries to say your name, but falls quiet again when you shake your head.

“It doesn’t feel fair. Any of this. It’s not fair that you’re both…” you pause, searching for the word. “…superhuman, something I may never understand. It’s not fair that I love you both, in such different but equally strong ways, so much sometimes that it feels like my heart might give out. And it’s not fair that you hate each other. That you can’t even be in the same room.”

Taehyung’s icy touch on your skin makes you shiver, and you realize he’s wiping away errant tears that have started to roll down your face.

“And it’s not fair,” you continue, “that you expect me to choose. That there’s supposed to be an answer here. I’ve nearly lost each of you trying to figure it out. So my choice is that I won’t choose. I don’t want either of you if I can’t have both of you.”

“What?!” Taehyung’s eyes flash when he pulls back, as quickly as if you’d just slapped him.

“Listen to me,” you command, your voice laced with determination now. “Taehyung. I love you. You are my soulmate. My person. I want to spend the rest of our lives with you.” You sniff a little, taking a big breath in, and your chest shakes as you let it out again. “But all of that is also true of Jungkook. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not.”

Taehyung blinks, dazed, like he can't believe what you’re saying. When you glance down at Jungkook, still knelt on the floor, a smile is ghosting over his mouth.

“That leech really didn’t understand our bond, huh?” Jungkook asks softly, as if only you can hear the question. “Didn’t understand that I was the one who was there for you, who picked up the pieces when he fucked off to Paris to—”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off, your tone a warning. “Stop. This goes both ways. I love you, but you also need to understand that my feelings for Taehyung are just as strong. That’s not changing even though we’ve hurt each other. We’ve all hurt each other.”

Jungkook falls silent again, and you turn your gaze back to Taehyung. Your heart aches at the unmistakable betrayal you see in his eyes.

“Taehyung,” you breathe. “Please. I can’t be without you. Without either of you. I’m just asking you to try. For me.”

“Well, I don’t need to mull it over.” Before you have a chance to react to his words, Jungkook surges up and kisses you hard on the mouth, and you make a soft noise of surprise against his lips.

You know you should pull away and tell him to stop, but Jungkook’s touch is warm enough to melt, and you lose your focus as your whole world is knocked entirely off-axis. Your head spins when his tongue traces over your bottom lip, and it’s suddenly hard to think about anything else.

Taehyung growls, low in his throat, like the distant rumble of thunder. It’s enough to drag you back, and you break the kiss with a gasp.

As if he can read the expression on your face, Jungkook wordlessly drops down onto the bed on the other side of you. You slide a hand over the firm muscles of his thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze before turning to face your boyfriend.

Taehyung’s gaze traces over the floorboards, and it’s clear a thousand thoughts are running through his mind, thoughts you wish you could hear for yourself.

“Please hear me, Tae,” you try again, your voice low. “I want you. All of you. Intimately. I know you want that too.” The subject makes his gaze snap up, and you reach for him, a desperate attempt to try and keep him with you.

When you grab Taehyung’s hand, his ice-cold skin is a shock compared to the heat of Jungkook’s body under your other palm. But it’s familiar, it’s comforting, the touch of this man, whom you love so intensely that it terrifies you.

“And I know you’ve been scared to try. Scared of yourself and what might happen,” you continue, and Taehyung nods slowly, his eyes searching yours. “But… maybe this is it. Doesn’t it make sense? If Jungkook is here, it might be easier for you to stay in control with me.”

“And I can protect her if you don’t,” Jungkook adds with a smirk.

“So please, Taehyung.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, waiting for his answer. It finally comes in his husky voice, spoken as reverently as a prayer.

“I would do anything for you.”

The admission is chased by his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a fierce kiss. You’re so relieved that you feel yourself near the verge of tears again, despite the icy thrill that dots up your spine as his mouth moves against yours. Taehyung’s teeth just barely scrape over your bottom lip, and you can’t help whimpering into his mouth in response. Like he’s trying to keep up, you almost instantly feel the heat of Jungkook’s mouth against your skin, his lips and tongue trailing down your neck and along the stretch of your shoulder. You make another soft noise at the way his hands start to roam over your body, restless, searching.

“Take my clothes off,” you pull away from Taehyung’s mouth to command, your eyes flitting up to his. “Let me give myself to you.” You turn to Jungkook. “To both of you.”

In a flash, Jungkook has your shirt over your head, and then it’s his turn to find your lips again, and he’s somehow even more passionate than when he first kissed you tonight.

“So fucking perfect,” Jungkook growls between kisses, and the rasp in his voice makes your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your bralette. “Wanted this for so long.”

While Jungkook licks into your mouth, Taehyung’s nimble fingers find their way to the button of your jeans, and you lean back on your hands to give him better access. His touch is delicate as he undoes your zipper and starts to shimmy the denim down your legs.

“You too,” you break away from Jungkook to murmur, and you reach down to finish pulling your pants off. “I want to see you both.”

As they each move back from you to stand and disrobe, there’s a tense moment where Taehyung and Jungkook regard each other, and then Jungkook lunges and you scream.

You squeeze your eyes shut at a terrifying sound of something being ripped apart. Panic rises in your chest and makes it impossible to breathe— you don’t know why this was a good idea, you don’t know what you expected, of course this could never work, how stupid could you be— and then you hear Taehyung huff a dark laugh, seemingly unharmed, and your eyes snap open.

And he is. He’s fine. His shirt, however, has been reduced to tatters on your bedroom floor. Jungkook’s smirk is that of a cat who’s just swallowed a canary.

“Very mature of you, mongrel. I take it I’m meant to repay the favor?” Taehyung scoffs, and you keep your eyes open to watch him easily tear Jungkook’s shirt from his body, as if it were made of tissue paper. Your head spins.

Attempting to remember how to breathe is made all the more difficult when you watch them both strip down to their boxers. Your heart flutters in your chest as you realize in this moment how truly beautiful they both are.

Jungkook’s body in particular takes you aback– despite still having the enviably small waist you’ve always teased him for, the rest of him has certainly filled out over the years. He’s broad-shouldered and thick, with firm definition in his arms and abdominals that ripple as he reaches down to shimmy out of his pants.

It’s hard to believe this is the same kid you spent your childhood summers with, sharing secrets and making up stories, the one you used to call ‘Boba Ball’ or ‘Triangle Kimbap’ during the years he refused to cut his hair.

In stark contrast, Taehyung’s body feels like coming home. He’s striking as he always is, all long, lean muscles, a hand-carved statue come to life. Though it’s well into the dead of night now, you swear you can still see the glimmer shifting under his skin, like he’s stepping into full sunlight as he moves toward you. He’s just as brilliant, just as blinding, even in the dim light of your bedroom. Perfection incarnate.

You know it for a fact, can feel it thrumming behind your ribs, as true as the steady beat of your human heart. You love them both, unconditionally and irrevocably.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung breathes as he stands over you where you sit at the edge of the bed. “You’re glowing.” His hand cups your cheek, and you turn your head to press a kiss to the freezing center of his palm.

“I’m so happy, Tae,” you whisper, and he’s smiling softly when you glance back up.

“That’s all I want.”

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and then Jungkook steps in beside him, and it’s like every piece in your heart slots perfectly into place.

“Are you ready?” Jungkook asks. Their superhuman reflexes move so quickly, you feel like you’ve only just begun to nod when two sets of hands are already on you, dragging you up to the head of the bed like you’re light as a feather.

Together, they push you down into the mattress, and then two mouths start to trace over every inch of your skin they can find. They alternate fluidly, everywhere at once: the brush of full lips, the sharp-sweet bite of teeth, the wet wash of a tongue. Your eyes roll back at the overwhelming sensations, and though you can initially tell them apart by the sharp contrast in their skin temperature, it all eventually melds together in your mind until you’re not sure where Taehyung ends and Jungkook begins.

The four hands on your body make quick work of stripping you out of your bralette and panties, and you’re whimpering and writhing and drenched with arousal when a warm tongue circles your nipple while a cold hand starts to creep up towards your center.

Jungkook sucks firmly on the stiff bud in his mouth, and you keen. “Fuck, Koo, oh god.”

Not to be outdone, you feel Taehyung’s teeth very lightly graze over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your hips shudder as you groan again.

There’s a wet pop as Jungkook releases your breast from his mouth with a soft laugh. “She squirms.”

“She does.” Taehyung’s breath ghosts over your entrance as he answers. He presses a glossy kiss to the crease of your thigh, then slips two smooth, delicate fingers into the wet heat of your pussy, and you outright moan.

“She’s vocal,” Jungkook remarks.

Taehyung crooks his fingers to make you cry out again, and he falls into a steady stroking motion. “She is.”

“You’ve done this before?”

Your breath coming in shallow pants now, you manage to lift yourself up onto your forearms and interject. “We’ve never– not all the way.”

Taehyung smirks at Jungkook as his digits squelch inside of you. “We’ve done enough.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop to your face, and you meet his gaze. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, massaging it in his palm before taking the peak of your nipple between his fingers. You whine as he gently rolls the bud in a circle. “What have you done?” he asks, his voice softer this time.

“What do you think, jagi?” Taehyung answers confidently before you can respond, your pussy still gripping tight around his fingers. “Want to show wolfboy here how well you suck my cock?”

Heat flushes your face at the thought, and Jungkook practically snarls down the bed at Taehyung. “Or maybe you can show me how you eat her out, and then I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

Taehyung’s expression falters just the slightest amount, but it’s enough for Jungkook’s keen senses to notice. “Wait– you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You shake your head, struggling to keep up, your mind fighting not to give into the euphoria of their hands continuing to work your body. “We haven’t. Tae’s not–”

“What, not a man?” Jungkook snaps, paired with a tug of your nipple. “I could’ve told you that.”

The sigh that escapes your mouth is edged with a moan as Taehyung’s thumb brushes lightly over your clit. “He’s not ready, Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry, he doesn’t want to eat you out because he’s too scared he’ll fucking eat you?”

Taehyung scoffs between your legs, but Jungkook is already shifting to his knees, clearly having heard enough. “That’s it. Turn the fuck over.”

You appreciate the consideration when Jungkook guides you to sit up and get on hands and knees across the width of the bed, nudging you forward so that he can kneel down behind you on the mattress. The positioning is ideal for Taehyung to meet you on the other side.

There’s a cold flash in Taehyung’s eyes as he circles the bed, not unlike a predator stalking prey. Watching him sends more arousal flooding through you, enough that the crux of your thighs is painted with slick when Jungkook encourages them apart from behind.

You can see Taehyung’s length straining against the confines of his underwear as he stands in front of you, and he laughs softly when you reach up to pull him out, too greedy to wait. He’s beautiful, long and hard and weighing heavy in your palm. Your eyes roll up to meet Taehyung’s, deep amber and brimming with lust as you press gentle kisses to the rim of his cockhead.

The wet smack of your mouth is chased with a fluttering whimper when Jungkook slides two fingers through your dripping folds to roughly part your pussy lips. You can feel yourself dripping, can hear the dark hum Jungkook emits in response.

“You look delicious,” he rasps. “Can’t believe this parasite would rather have your blood.”

In hopes it will distract him from Jungkook’s insult, you choose that moment to swallow Taehyung down, and your plan seems to work. Taehyung’s fingers snake through your hair and his head tips back as you stretch your lips over his shaft. You find yourself whining softly around him at the feeling alone, the smooth press of his cock against your tongue.

You hollow your cheeks around Taehyung and slowly begin to suck along his length, eliciting a deep hiss from him, your hand pumping in time at the base where your mouth can’t reach.

It takes a conscious effort to hold in a moan when you feel the first touch of Jungkook’s tongue, dragged thick up your slit like a hot knife through butter. You arch your spine, your body begging for more, and his hands grip the soft flesh of your ass as he spreads you open and indulges.

Jungkook eats you like a man starved, shoving his tongue into your pussy with enough force to slide Taehyung’s cock further into your mouth. Taehyung’s tip teases into the back of your throat, and he groans when you swallow to urge him over the edge.

“Fuck, jagiya,” he pants as you continue to bob up and down, relentless, spurred on by every sloppy pass of Jungkook’s tongue. “If only that mutt could see how good you look with my cock in your mouth.”

Pleased at Taehyung’s praise and choosing to ignore his dig at Jungkook, you lean forward to take even more of him, until the whole of his glass-hard cock is crammed down your throat. You can feel drool welling up on your tongue, can feel your muscles trying not to choke around him, made all the more difficult by the way Jungkook is steadily fucking his tongue into you now.

The shudder of your throat matches the tremble in Taehyung’s hips, and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to push you past the limits of what a human can take.

There’s a part of you that wishes he would.

You gag softly as you pull off of him, giving both of you a moment to collect yourselves. One of Taehyung’s large hands pets over your hair, encouraging, and you drop your forehead down to rest in the crook of your elbow. Without the distraction of sucking Taehyung’s cock, the pleasure of Jungkook’s hot mouth on your pussy is overwhelming, and you can’t help moaning into the mattress.

“God, just like that, Koo.”

Managing to pull yourself back up for more, you coax a soft groan from Taehyung as you start to kitten lick up his shaft. Jungkook pulls away from your center just as you take Taehyung into your mouth again.

“You taste so fucking good. Bloodsucker doesn’t know what he’s missing. But he can enjoy my sloppy seconds.”

The sudden wet sound of Jungkook spitting is so loud that even Taehyung flinches, and your cunt clenches at the slick-splatter feeling. Wasting no time, Jungkook dives back in, eagerly shoving the mix of saliva and arousal into your entrance with his tongue, and it’s all you can do to focus on the cock in your mouth.

Taking Taehyung faster this time, you build up to a steady rhythm, your hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you as you swallow him down. You make an audible gulping sound with each pass, his length dipping over and over into the tight squeeze of your throat. Taehyung can’t hold back, grunting a steady stream of curses as you suck him off just the way he likes.

When Jungkook outright growls between your legs, you feel it more than hear it, and the vibrations that roll through you are enough to make your toes curl. You pull most of the way off, sliding your lips down Taehyung’s shaft to suckle at the head of his cock as you whimper gently around him.

With his fingertips gripping your ass bruising-hard, Jungkook’s lips slide up your folds until he finds the underside of your clit. Your thighs quiver violently when his tongue darts out for one rough flick over the sensitive bud. There’s no stifling the way you moan when Jungkook repeats the action, again and again, falling into a steady lapping rhythm that makes your whole body shake.

His mouth is so wet and so warm that you completely lose your ability to multitask. Your jaw goes slack around Taehyung’s length, drool spilling onto the sheets beneath you until Taehyung finally withdraws. You don’t have enough space in your brain to try and stroke his ego to keep things fair— you’re entirely lost in the heat of Jungkook’s tongue over your clit. Your hips shove back toward Jungkook’s face to grind against his mouth, your own tongue lolling out as you pant and moan.

An ice cold hand tangling in your hair is enough to get your eyes to refocus, and you glance up at Taehyung just in time for his grip to tighten. The sting of it sparkles like diamonds against your scalp as he forces your head back and watches you fuck yourself on Jungkook’s tongue.

“Feels good, jagiya?” Taehyung purrs, speaking up to be heard over the gasps and slurps of Jungkook as his mouth works your pussy, drinking up every drop.

You can’t think or speak, can’t do anything except nod dumbly and try to keep your eyes from rolling up into your skull. Taehyung cranes your head back another inch and you whimper at the pressure. “Gonna come on puppy’s tongue?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to choke out, and you outright keen when two of Taehyung’s slender fingers reach down to find one of your nipples and twist. The shock of pleasure-pain rips through your whole body, and fuck, it’s enough. Taehyung drops his grip on your hair just as your orgasm hits, and your head bounces against the mattress as you collapse into shuddering moans, your body trembling all over.

Your thighs threaten to give out, but Jungkook’s hands find purchase under your hips to keep you up. You let him hold your weight entirely like it’s nothing at all, his face and tongue still buried in you as your pussy gushes and flutters around him.

Everything eventually softens into the warm glow of comedown, your moans dissolving to gentle whimpers, and then Jungkook slowly lowers you to the mattress. His hands slip down to keep your thighs pulled apart, and he leans in for a few more licks to your cunt, your whole body shivering with oversensitivity at each pass until he finally relents.

“First orgasm’s mine,” Jungkook remarks, like it’s casual.

You glance up to see Taehyung baring his teeth, and you roll onto your side despite how heavy your limbs still feel. “I’ll make her come harder. Let me taste you next, jagi.”

“Tae, wait,” you murmur, pushing yourself up onto your hands. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

Jungkook’s smug response comes first. “How about you do it while I fuck her?”

“What?!”

If your heart wasn’t still racing from the orgasm, it would be now at the way Taehyung’s eyes are fixed on Jungkook, like he wants to tear him limb from limb. But Jungkook just keeps talking, as if it doesn’t scare him in the slightest.

“She’s got two holes, right? If I take her in the ass, her pussy’s yours. It’s like she said— if you can’t stand me, maybe it’ll tone down the desire to, you know. Have a snack.”

There’s a visible tremor in Taehyung’s jaw as he attempts to keep himself under control. When he speaks, his voice is strained with the effort of holding back. “You’re not putting anything… anywhere until after I do. I don’t care which fucking hole it is.”

At this, you finally interject. “Taehyung’s right, Jungkook.”

The staring contest ends as they both look down at you, and your eyes jump back and forth between them as you shift onto your knees on the mattress. “We’ve wanted this and talked about it for so long. It’s only fair that he be my… first.”

Jungkook, to your surprise, seems unbothered. “That’s fine. So long as I’m your second.”

“Lay the fuck down, jagi,” Taehyung growls.

You follow the command and Taehyung settles between your thighs with a determined cold-steel gaze, his knees sinking soft divots into the mattress. He fists at his throbbing-hard cock as you spread yourself for him, and when he lines himself up with your entrance, you hook your legs over his hips.

In the dim light, there’s an ice-shimmer sheen on his cock, still glossed with your drool. The tip nudges at your center, and you’re drenched for him, you can feel it, slick from Jungkook’s mouth and wet with your own arousal that drips down to coat his waiting length.

A shiver runs through you at the touch of Taehyung’s hand over yours, and he turns your palm up so he can interlace your fingers together.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung murmurs. “I love you.”

His free hand slips down to anchor over your hip, and then you feel him, the glass-cold weight of his cock starting to press into you, long and impossibly hard.

“Oh god, Taehyung,” you gasp, your head kicking back against the bed. “I love you, too. So much.”

You have to shut your eyes to focus on the feeling, on adjusting to the stretch of him, your brow furrowing as you try to breathe through it.

The warm brush of a callused hand over your cheek instantly softens your expression, and your eyes flutter open again to take in Jungkook above you. His warm familiarity makes you smile, as does the sweet expression on his face as he hovers over you.

“Hi,” Jungkook says simply, and you tip your chin up enough for him to understand what you want. He leans forward and his mouth captures yours in an upside-down kiss, one that you can’t help but gasp into when Taehyung fully bottoms out inside you.

Jungkook pulls back as your breath flutters into his mouth. “Is it okay? He’s not hurting you?”

You shake your head, eyes dropping closed as Jungkook trails kisses along the line of your jaw and down your neck. “God, you took him so well.” His voice smolders against your skin.

As if attempting to regain your focus, you feel Taehyung’s hand slip between your legs. His thumb begins to trace gentle circles over your clit, and your walls clench around him in response. “Oh fuck, Tae.”

“Can I move, jagi?” he grunts, and you nod, punctuated with a soft whimper.

“Please, Tae. I need to feel you.”

You barely get the words out before Jungkook’s mouth finds yours again, and your tongue licks hungrily against his as Taehyung slowly starts to move. His cock is so thick, heavy and smooth like marble as he glides over your ridges, and you moan eagerly against Jungkook, gripping the back of his neck like a lifeline as Taehyung’s hips fall into a steady rhythm.

“Oh my god,” you have to break away from Jungkook to gasp. “Oh my god, Tae.”

“Bet that tight little pussy feels so good,” Jungkook murmurs, lips brushing over your ear. When he pulls back, you open your eyes to take him in.

“Jungkook,” you nearly whine his name, overwhelmed at the way Taehyung has started to jostle you on his cock. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

The pads of his fingertips trace delicately over your cheek, and then his thumb slips down to pull at your bottom lip.

“Do you wanna take my cock in this pretty mouth?” The hand tracing over your lip slips lower, until his warm palm is closed over the column of your neck. You can feel the heat of him in every beat of your pulse, the hummingbird thrum of your very human heart. “And let me fuck your throat?”

An overwhelming desire to be filled from both ends makes your breath stutter in your chest, and you grip his forearm with both of your hands, nails digging into his warm skin. “Y-yes, Jungkook,” you answer, working hard to get the words out with how heavy Taehyung is stroking into you. “I need it.”

Jungkook dips forward to brush his lips over yours again, just the lightest touch. “I love you,” he murmurs softly against your mouth.

“I love you,” you repeat, your voice a near whisper.

Another kiss, and he’s smiling when he pulls back. “Be a good girl and open up for me.”

As Jungkook steps away to tug down and step out of his boxers, you feel Taehyung slow his thrusts, and then you gasp a little at how deep his cock sinks into you when he shifts forward to push you both up the bed.

“You feel so good, jagi,” Taehyung groans, and you can’t help but whimper when he moves you easily, grabbing your legs and slinging them roughly over his shoulders.

A yelp escapes your lips when Taehyung hooks his arms over your thighs and pulls them flush to his chest, causing your ass to lift off the mattress entirely. With the way he has you bent, the majority of your weight should be resting in your arms and upper back pressed flat to the bed, possibly painfully. But Taehyung holds you up so effortlessly that you feel like you weigh nothing at all.

The angle also shoves you just far enough back that your head tips over the edge of the bed, and you’re grateful for this small concession from Taehyung, to let Jungkook have his way peacefully, because he knows it’s what you want, too.

As Jungkook steps in to hover over you, Taehyung starts to bounce you on his cock again, and he fills you up so perfectly like this that you can only moan, your head tilting all the way back.

Jungkook’s hands pet down the length of your neck until he finds your breasts, angled up toward him and jiggling with every fierce thrust as Taehyung picks up the pace. You whimper when Jungkook’s palms close around your tits, and you feel the head of his dick toy at your bottom lip, gliding wet with precum that has already started to leak from his slit.

Letting your eyes flutter closed, you give yourself over to the pleasure welling up inside of you and stick your tongue out to guide Jungkook in. His groan is nearly a growl as his cock presses into your mouth to weigh your tongue down heavy, then slips even further back until he’s teasing at the clench of your throat.

The stretch of being used by both of them lights you up all the way through, like a live wire.

For a moment, you find yourself wishing that you weren’t human, that they didn’t have to worry about being gentle to keep you from getting hurt, that Jungkook and Taehyung could truly do whatever they wanted to you.

The thought is exciting and terrifying, and your heart skips a beat in your chest.

Jungkook holds himself still once he’s pushed all the way in, and your throat bulges up at the width of him. You have to remind yourself that at least for now, you are human, and you need to keep breathing.

Taehyung is thrusting balls-deep into your pussy now, and though Jungkook hasn’t started his own strokes yet, the way Taehyung shoves into you is enough to gently rock Jungkook’s length back and forth in the heat-clutch of your throat.

You hear Jungkook moan above you. “Oh fuck yeah, just like that.”

His hips just barely start to move in time, out to match each of Taehyung’s thrusts in, back into your throat every time Taehyung’s cock drags out of your cunt. All you can do is lay there and take it from both of them, a fragile fucktoy, drool slipping down your chin while Jungkook’s hands knead at your breasts and Taehyung’s thumb rolls over your clit.

“Look so good like this,” Taehyung grunts as he presses his lips to your calf hooked over his shoulder. “Wanna make you come on my cock, jagi.”

The plea makes you moan enough to gag around Jungkook, and he relents to let you catch your breath, strings of spit spider-webbing out of your mouth as you pant and laugh a little.

“Fuck me harder, Taehyung,” you breathe. “I can take it.”

It feels like you might bruise from the intensity at which Taehyung begins to stroke into you at your command, but it’s so good, you can’t imagine ever caring about the marks he’ll leave behind. The slap of skin on skin is loud, the way you moan louder still. The pleasure of it rushes up in your bloodstream and hits hard enough to make you dizzy, and the relentless rub of Taehyung’s thumb over your clit pushes you to the edge overwhelmingly quickly.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, your head tipping back towards him. “Please. Want you in my mouth when I come.”

“God,” Jungkook groans, nearly laughing as he slips his thick cock between your lips again. “You are so fucking hot.”

You take Jungkook back into your mouth, and you can already feel your walls starting to flutter around Taehyung as his cock plunges into you over and over. Jungkook’s heavy breathing and Taehyung’s strangled moans mix together in a discordant harmony, underscored by the wet sounds of your throat and your pussy as they fuck you from both ends. Your orgasm mounts, coiling tight in your core, undeniable now.

“That’s it, jagiya,” Taehyung groans. “Come for us.”

You nearly sob around Jungkook’s shaft as you reach your peak, your hips shoving up wildly in Taehyung’s grasp, your entire body overwhelmed by pleasure. Wave after wave of it washes through you, and your pussy pulses for what feels like an eternity, soaking Taehyung’s length in your juices.

Jungkook pulls out again to let you breathe, and you collapse back against the bed. The rush of air into your lungs is so sharp that it stings a little. Your heartbeat slams in your chest as Taehyung withdraws too, and then he leans down to cover your body with his.

His perfect lips find yours and he kisses you deeply, and it takes all the effort you have left to move your mouth against his.

“You’re beautiful, jagiya,” Taehyung murmurs against your skin. “You feel like heaven.”

“I love you, Taehyung,” you manage to whisper back.

“Aw,” Jungkook’s voice drips thick with sarcasm, and you’re ashamed to realize that you’d momentarily forgotten his presence. “What a lovely couple. Guess that orgasm makes the score one-to-one, huh Tae-Tae?”

You shiver a little at the loss of Taehyung’s body over yours as he gets to his feet, inhumanly fast, to move towards Jungkook.

“You know, I have no idea what she sees in you,” Taehyung scoffs.

Jungkook barks a laugh. “That’s fine. ‘Cause pretty soon you’ll be seeing me in her.”

Your heart is in your throat as you watch the two of them circle each other, their eyes burning with hatred. A low warning sound reverberates from between Taehyung’s teeth, but Jungkook just keeps going. “What do you think, bloodsucker? Ready to try eating pussy now that you’re not a virgin anymore?”

“I’d much prefer dog for my next meal, if I’m honest,” Taehyung spits.

“I’d love to see you try.”

“Please.” Your voice comes out shattered, and you kneel up on the bed, grabbing both of them by the bicep in a feeble human attempt to pull them apart. You know you don’t have the real strength to move either of them, but they clearly choose to relent, each taking a few reluctant steps back.

“I want both of you,” you exclaim, close to tears. “Please, please don’t fight.”

There’s a tense moment of silence, and you break it the only way you can think to. “Jungkook,” you shift to better face him. “You really meant what you said? About taking me… in the ass?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he fumbles for his words. “I-I mean, we don’t have to. I was just saying shit to make him mad, really.”

“But do you want to?” you press him.

Jungkook blinks. “I want to do anything with you,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and your heart melts open.

“I want it, too.”

“I– really?”

You nod, unashamed. “I’ve tried it before, by myself. And I want that with you.”

“How many fingers?” Jungkook’s eyes go dark with lust when he asks the question.

“Two,” you breathe.

His mouth pulls into a dirty smile. “Might have to work you up to three if you want to take me.”

“Taehyung?” You turn towards him when you ask for his consent to continue, and he answers by leaning in for a kiss that steals all the air from your lungs.

Your kisses deepen and intensify until they’re a clash of tongues and teeth as Taehyung joins you to kneel on the bed. Jungkook disappears off to dig through your bathroom cabinets, and there’s a smug look on his face when he returns with a bottle of lube in hand.

Hands still clutching at Taehyung’s neck, you break the kiss momentarily to look over your shoulder as Jungkook settles behind you, and you spread your knees wide for him. The snap of the bottle cap is loud in the quiet of your bedroom, and it’s chased by the thick squelch of Jungkook depositing lube onto his waiting fingers.

“This shit’s cold,” he complains, and you laugh softly against Taehyung’s mouth.

“Everything feels cold to you.”

You reach back with one hand to better spread yourself for him, and then you whimper as you feel Jungkook’s warm, wet fingers start to trace over the rim of your hole.

It feels like you can barely catch your breath before Taehyung’s mouth is on yours again, kissing you hungrily. His teeth roll over your bottom lip, and you moan into his mouth as Jungkook simultaneously pushes a finger into your ass.

Hot pleasure overwhelms you as Jungkook slips all the way in, and Taehyung’s marble lips release yours to trail an icy path over your jaw.

“Fuck, Koo,” you groan as you adjust to the stretch of him, already so much better than your own touch. “I need another.”

“God,” Jungkook exhales in disbelief. “I’ll try. You’re so fuckin’ tight back here.” Attempting to work you open, he starts to rock his finger slowly in and out of you, and you whine again.

The glass-cold touch of Taehyung’s hand brushing over your hip makes you jump a little, and then he traces further down to roll his fingers over your clit, and your spine arches. The soft circles he begins to trace melt you open, and you can feel every muscle in your body slacken, including the tight ring swallowing up Jungkook’s finger.

It’s just enough that he’s able to squeeze a second in.

“Look at that,” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “The leech is helping.”

You wrap a hand firmly around Taehyung’s cock, jutting up proudly between his legs, if only for a tether to ground you, to keep you from slipping out of your body entirely. Taehyung’s groan shudders over your skin as you slowly start to pump his diamond-hard length.

Jungkook doesn’t let up, scissoring his digits inside of you, and you press your hips back to beg for more until he’s shoved in to the hilt.

Taehyung’s deep voice purrs in your ear. “You smell incredible, jagiya.” There’s a sheen to his ochre eyes when you glance up at him. You’re not scared, not really, but your pulse quickens in your throat nevertheless. You know he can hear it, too.

“Tae,” you breathe, unable to get more words out, not with the way Jungkook’s fingers are relentlessly fucking your ass open.

Taehyung ducks his head and you gasp at the cold shock of his tongue when he full-on licks up the side of your neck. He keeps going, tonguing you in thick, slow drags, starting to groan softly in the back of his throat with each one. You let your head tip back to allow him access to more of your skin as you continue to work his cock in your hand.

You know you’re dancing with the devil, especially when you feel the lightest scrape of his teeth over your neck, but it feels too good to stop.

There’s a slow burn stretch at your rim as Jungkook just barely manages to fit a third finger past it. You will your body to relax so you can take him all the way inside, and you can’t help but moan at the overwhelming fullness. “Oh my fucking god, Koo.”

“Look so pretty on my fingers like this,” Jungkook grunts, pairing his words with a harsh slap to your asscheek that makes you yelp. “Can’t wait to see what you look like on my cock.”

Like a reflex, Taehyung growls against your neck, and you tremble at the feeling, at the sound of his teeth grinding together so close to your throbbing pulse.

“Taehyung,” you choke out as you release your grip on his cock and Jungkook’s fingers withdraw from your ass. You take Taehyung’s face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Do you want to taste me?” His eyes flash dark with lust as he nods.

Jungkook is already shifting to sit at the edge of the bed, and he reaches for the lube again to pour more out, hissing softly as he fists the sticky gloss over his thick shaft. His legs part to give you room, and you back your ass up towards him. You can’t help but squeak a little when his hands close over your hips and he picks you up, your feet hovering an inch above the floor.

“Spread your legs,” Jungkook instructs, and you do. “Pull your knees up and rest your feet on my thighs.” You nervously find your footing over his firm muscles, but you’re a little scared to bear your full weight down.

Jungkook laughs when he realizes why you’re hesitating. “You can’t hurt me, it’s okay.”

At his encouragement, you press your feet more firmly into Jungkook’s thighs, your own legs shaking slightly with tense anticipation. He keeps his hands gripped tight to your hips, heat radiating out from where his palms press against your skin, and his voice is thick with lust when he speaks again.

“That’s it, baby. Line it up for me.”

You reach behind you to wrap your hand around his cock, and you can feel it pulsing hotly as you arch back to let his tip kiss against your rim.

“Go slow,” you breathe, and Jungkook leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“‘Course I will. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Inch by inch, he gently starts to sink you down to sheath him, pausing periodically to give you time to adjust. Your mouth drops open at the overwhelming feeling of Jungkook’s thickness stretching you open. It’s so intense that you want to squirm, to run away, the soles of your feet flexing restlessly against his thighs.

Your eyes flutter open again to find Taehyung knelt down, watching the two of you intently with a soft furrow in his brow.

“Tae,” you murmur. “Need your mouth.”

That’s all you have to say, and then he’s crawling towards you, settling on his knees between Jungkook’s spread legs. You shiver at the touch of Taehyung’s fingers as he pulls the lips of your pussy apart, and then he leans in to swipe his tongue through your folds just as Jungkook drops you an inch lower on his cock, and you whine loudly at the sweet rush of pleasure.

“Just like that,” you gasp to both of them, your head lolling back against Jungkook’s chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Taehyung’s tongue traces down to your entrance, slurping greedily at the wetness pooled there before dragging back up to your clit. The mirror-cold slide of his wet mouth over you is incredible, enough to make your toes curl when paired with the pressure of Jungkook’s hot cock pushing into your ass.

You feel the tight muscle of your rim spasm, and you sink another inch down, causing Jungkook to groan harshly in response. Just as you realize that you can feel his thighs flush against your asscheeks, his voice is in your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Took all of me in this tight little ass.”

“You feel so good, Koo,” you whimper, turning over your shoulder to find his mouth with yours. “So big,” you groan against his lips, and he smiles back.

As if to distract you, Taehyung’s teeth just barely brush over the hood of your clit, and you nearly bite Jungkook’s bottom lip off. You pull back to look down at Taehyung, and he smiles shyly between your thighs, feigning innocence.

“Watch it, bloodsucker,” Jungkook mutters, his voice strained. “Guess you need more practice.”

“No,” you manage to gasp, struggling to catch your breath between the two of them. “I liked it. Please, Tae.”

Taehyung leans in to repeat the motion, and the scrape of his teeth sends a hot spark of pain through you, enough to make your eyes squeeze shut and every muscle in your body pull taut. You can hear Jungkook groan behind you as your ass clenches around his cock like a vice.

“Shit,” Jungkook’s voice over your shoulder startles you slightly. Your lashes flutter open in time to see him reach his foot out and nudge at Taehyung’s thigh, not particularly gentle. “Keep fucking doing that.”

Taehyung obliges, alternating gentle passes of his tongue with increasingly rough drags of his teeth across your sensitive bud. The steady swings between pleasure and pain make your head spin, until Taehyung’s husky voice drags you back from the brink of all-encompassing pleasure.

“You’re dripping, jagiya.”

You whimper, unable to form words to respond, and then you can only moan as you feel one of Taehyung’s delicate fingers work itself into the heat of your pussy with a wet squelch.

“Pup’s so big and you’re so little,” Taehyung continues. “There’s no room left. Can barely get a finger in here.”

“I want to take you too, Tae,” you plead. “I want both of you.” It’s not just want at this point– you’re more sure than ever that you have to have this, both of them, together. “Please.”

Taehyung’s face darkens with concern. “We’ll break you.”

“Then break me,” you practically growl. “I need it.”

You’re expecting Taehyung to argue back, forever concerned for your safety, but to your surprise, he surges up to kiss you instead. A soft whimper spills from your mouth into his, and you tangle your fingers in his long dark hair and taste him until he pulls away.

As if to beckon him in, you wordlessly tilt your hips toward Taehyung as best you can with Jungkook’s thick cock still fully sheathed in your ass. Taehyung’s hands sink into the mattress on either side of Jungkook’s hips as he positions himself in front of you.

“Breathe, jagi,” Taehyung reminds you.

Your lungs burn as you inhale deep, and you try desperately to relax as you feel the tip of his glass-hard length teasing at your drenched entrance. Taehyung slowly starts to push in, and your hands search for purchase along the lean, flexing muscles in his arms, your nails attempting to scratch over skin that won’t give.

There’s a steady throb between your legs as Taehyung gently nestles himself all the way into your cunt, his cock pressed tight to Jungkook’s with only the thin barrier of your body between them. This feeling of fullness is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced, and the sensation of taking both of them at once is overwhelming. It’s spine-chilling cold and blood-boiling heat all in one, their cocks crammed so deep inside you that you swear you can feel them in your throat.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, and he can’t quite hide the waver of pleasure that paints his voice. “Your dick’s fucking cold.”

“You’re actually just a fucking furnace,” Taehyung spits back, but it’s chased with a soft groan.

Your mind lags, dazed with pleasure, but it slowly occurs to you that the temperature combination must feel equally good for them. Even if their egos won’t let them admit it.

“Move.” No one is more shocked than you at the commanding tone of your voice when you speak. “Both of you. Stop talking and fuck me.”

Jungkook acts first, his hands tightening on your hips to lift you, and the tight clutch of your ass dragging up the length of his cock makes you both gasp. Taehyung watches closely as Jungkook falls into a steady rhythm, and then he starts to roll his hips to match it, thrusting into your pussy each time Jungkook pulls your ass back down over his cock.

None of you can keep your composure or bite back your moans now, the pressure of their cocks simultaneously fucking into you feels too good. You can hear Jungkook panting in your ear, can see a muscle flexing in Taehyung’s jaw as he groans with every upstroke, and you begin to shove your hips up in time with their motions, your feet pressing firmly against Jungkook’s thighs for leverage.

“That’s it, baby,” Jungkook grunts. “Fucking ride us.”

Taehyung shifts slightly, putting all his weight into one hand to lift the other off the mattress and toy with your clit. You keen as he rolls it between his thumb and index finger, and you feel the chill of his mouth close over the slope of your neck.

“Oh fuck, Tae,” you whine as he starts to suck hard against your skin, enough that you’re sure he’ll leave a mark. You can feel every muscle in your body tightening, a dam of arousal threatening to burst deep inside of you, and something primal awakens there.

In this moment, you know exactly what you need.

“Taehyung,” you groan softly, and you already know he wants it too. “Do it, Tae. Please. Bite me.”

“Do not fucking turn her,” Jungkook growls, slamming your ass down so hard on his thighs that you nearly choke on a gasp. Taehyung’s mouth sucks even harder, right over your pulse point.

“No, no,” you protest. “Just a little drink, Tae. Please. It felt so good last time, I know. We both want it.” You’re outright begging, insatiable– your eyes threaten tears with how badly you really do want this, need this.

Like it takes every ounce of strength he has, Taehyung manages to pull himself off your neck, his hips still pistoning into you. “Jagi, I–I’ll frenzy. I’ll hurt you.”

You shake your head. “Jungkook is here, you can stop yourself. I know you can. Please, Tae, if you love me.”

As if those words were all he needed to hear, you see Taehyung rear back, and then you scream as his teeth pierce the skin of your neck. “It’s good Taehyung, it’s good,” you choke out, trying to keep it together. Your breath comes ragged now, in harsh, broken sobs.

Taehyung is loud when he drinks from you, slurping and gasping and groaning unabashedly, and you shiver violently at the icy wash of his tongue circling over your wounds.

The world begins to blur at the edges, bleeding out, like time itself is slowing. You feel your climax winding tighter inside of you even as your body starts to go weak, held up like a ragdoll in Jungkook’s grip as they both continue to fuck you full.

Jungkook growls like a clap of thunder, and it’s enough to bring Taehyung back to his senses. His head snaps up angrily, your blood momentarily forgotten. You just barely manage to focus your gaze on Taehyung’s face to see him bare his teeth in a vicious snarl at Jungkook, more monster than man.

“What is it, pup? Want a taste?”

Your mind moves slowly, and just as you think to yourself that Jungkook will scoff at the very idea, maybe even try to fight Taehyung for suggesting it, a new sensation flutters against your neck. It’s unmistakable, the touch of Jungkook’s tongue over the same spot, hot enough to burn the delicate skin that was just made so cold by Taehyung’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you moan loudly.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Taehyung purrs, chased with a dark laugh, and your mind is too dizzy to know which of you he’s asking.

“She’s sweet,” Jungkook confirms, and your eyes roll back at the warmth of his tongue when it returns to your neck. Taehyung laughs even louder.

“He’s not gonna leave any for me. Can I give you one more set, jagi?”

“Please,” you gasp. “I’m so fucking close, Tae.”

Your head feels heavy on your neck now, and it takes all the strength you have to look at Taehyung when you feel the brush of his marble palm against your cheek. “I love you,” he murmurs, and then there’s an animal sound as his teeth tear a fresh gash into the other side of your neck.

Two cocks filling you, two tongues drinking you, your mind at the precipice of blacking out, the sweet pleasure-pain of ice and fire twisting all the way through your body: it’s all too much. Taehyung’s second bite sends you violently over the edge, and your vision goes black as you come with a strangled scream. White noise roars in your ears like TV static, and you feel the unmistakable throb of two loads filling you up simultaneously as your cunt pulses in an endless, overwhelming orgasm.

A voice somewhere in the back of your mind asks if these might be your final moments alive, if this shaky inhale you can barely take is the last breath you’ll ever breathe, and then the world goes dark as you lose consciousness entirely.

~*~

You wake up with a deep gasp, like coming up for air.

You’ve been laid flat on your back on the bed, and you sit up so fast your head spins, making it momentarily impossible to focus on anything. You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to steady yourself.

“Oh thank god,” Taehyung’s worried voice comes from your right side, and you feel both of his hands close over yours. “I was just about to call Seokjin. Do you still want me to?”

The thought of having to explain any of this to Taehyung’s adoptive father makes your face burn with embarrassment.

“No, no, Tae,” you manage to croak. “I’m fine, seriously. Don’t call him.”

“You’re lucky,” you hear Jungkook scoff from your left. “I had about five more seconds left of you playing dead before I was going to tear vampy here to shreds. Guess there’s always next time.”

You wrench your eyes open in disbelief to find Taehyung and Jungkook staring at you, brows creased with worry.

“N-next time?”

“Do you still want that, jagiya?” Taehyung asks softly, and you have to swallow down the urge to cry. “You still want both of us?”

“More than anything,” you choke out, eyes darting between the two of them, trying to take them both in at once. “I-I’m sorry I pushed myself too hard, but please, I still need–”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung interrupts you. “We clearly all got caught up in the moment. I’m just glad you’re okay. And now we know better, for… next time.”

You still can’t believe what you’re hearing, and you turn to look at Jungkook, trying to make sense of it.

Jungkook just shrugs. “Neither of us have ever felt anything close to what we felt tonight. I mean, it was insane. And we both love you, that much is obvious. So as long as you’re still breathing, I guess we’re gonna have to learn to play nice.”

Taehyung laughs darkly as your jaw drops open. “It’s true, jagiya. I never would’ve believed it before tonight. But, despite all odds, it would seem we’ve found a way to… compromise.”

lol i'm so sorry this was the dumbest thing i've ever written bye

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How do you think each of the members are like as a best friend? I'm curious as to your take. You always somehow get them spot on.

a/n: first of all,,, thank you!!! second idk if this is what you was looking for but it turned out to be a luh calm mini headcanon,,, lemme know what u think 🫢

namjoon:

wants to hang out 24/7; always tries to make you be friends with his other friends so he can have one huge super group of friends to hang out with all the time

lowkey your biggest opp; like you’ll be having a heart to heart ranting about your life and what’s going on and “why is it always me? 😩” and then he’ll read you for filth detailing exactly why whatever’s happening is happening and what you need to do to fix it; and you sitting there like 🤥 because you was just tryna complain

perpetually busy but will literally drop whatever he’s doing the second you say you need him

seokjin:

people wonder if y’all are even friends because all you do is bicker because neither of you can fight the urge to play devil’s advocate on every single subject

the type to be the brother you never wanted; always tryna scare your boo things away; loves either going to your family home or having you at his; randomly puts you in headlocks to assert dominance; posts awful 0.5 pics of you on his close friends story

he may play with you but he don’t play about you; he can be mean to you because he loves you but it’s a no for everyone else; 100% not afraid to check someone who say something slick about you

yoongi:

likes to buy you random gifts in lieu of actually expressing affection

takes pride in being your bestie; if anyone else claims to be your best friend he’s gonna look at them funny and give them some push back; goes to you later on to confirm that He is in fact your best friend as if you’re not allowed to have more than one

regardless of whether it’s his cup of tea or not when you want to do something with him he always goes along with it

hoseok:

sends or tags you in every single video he finds even slightly amusing and expects you to react to them all; (bonus) you’d definitely make one of those muni long made for me videos

the one you call when you’re bored at work and y’all stay on the phone yapping for the rest of your shift

your shopping buddy!; sometimes you’ll both order a stuff online or maybe you’ll go thrifting or to target or something and then go back to his place and do a lil fashion show with all the stuff you bought

jimin:

would have the type of relationship with you that makes prospective partners suspicious because y’all are too close; it’s not your fault that people don’t understand y’all soul ties!!

the devil on your shoulder at all times; he’s the one you go to when you want validation to do something you know you shouldn’t do

whatever someone tells jimin they sign up to telling you too; you’re a package deal <3; there’s an actual tea party that takes place once a month that’s dedicated to spilling tea

taehyung:

the type to stick beside you no matter what; doesn’t matter how wrong you are no one gon ever catch him on anyone else’s side

has an uncanny ability to talk you into his harebrained schemes so you’re always getting into escapades and shenanigans

follows you on spotify to monitor and critique what you’re listening to; you’ll get random screenshots of what you’re listening to and what he thinks you should be listening to; never admits when you put him on to an artist or song

jungkook:

a fellow dnd warrior; may not have your back immediately but he will always have it eventually

you speak in terms of tiktok audios and obscure references of things that happen in your day to day life that were unreal

y’all will agree to go on a diet together and then proceed to watch mukbang/cooking videos for 3 hours and end up breaking the diet within a day of starting it

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Sinful Lust (ch 2) | myg & jjk

☆summary: bringing Jungkook in your bedroom life might have been the most exciting phase of your relationship with Yoongi. Getting to know Jungkook more might be the second most exciting phase of your relationship... but will it lead to its demise?

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly smut, angst, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: making out in a car, pet names, curses, explicit content: dirty talking, grinding, jerking off, nipple play, hickeys, oral sex (male on male, female on male, male on female), balls sucking, choking, praising, clit play, fingering, hair pulling, mouth fucking, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), double vaginal penetration, ass slapping, squirting, anal fingering

☆word count: 9.4k

☆a/n: Some more pure filth for you guys... with a side of angst at the end. Thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

☆series masterpost

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The next time you see Jungkook, it’s at a dinner at Taehyung’s house. Though Yoongi has never been close to Taehyung, when Jungkook said it’d be fun to have both of you around, you didn’t hesitate. Indeed, it had Yoongi and you getting… excited once again, so needless to say, you attend the dinner.

You expect there to be a lot of tension during dinner, but surprisingly, it’s just like it always is. Yoongi spends most of his time smiling as his friends talk, joining in the conversation once in a while. You hang out with Hoseok and Taehyung's girlfriends, Ryunah and Sohee, as you usually do during these dinners.

What you don’t miss, though, is the way Jungkook suggestively looks at you. The way Yoongi wets his lips when it happens, eyes falling to the table with a knowing smile. You wink at Jungkook when no one is watching, and it feels like you have your own little secret with him and Yoongi, and truly you do.

It makes you way too expectant for what’s to happen at the end of the night. And it’s no surprise to you that you end up making out with Jungkook on the backseat of Yoongi’s car while your boyfriend drives, palming himself through his pants from the sounds you and Jungkook make. You all have taken your winter jackets off already, the heat in the car far too high even though the world is freezing outside.

“Can’t wait till we’re home, uh?” Yoongi lets out, and it sounds a little jealous.

You pull away from Jungkook’s mouth, looking at your boyfriend in the rear-view mirror while Jungkook busies himself sucking a mark on your neck. You hiss as his teeth sink into the skin, and you feel Jungkook smirk against you.

“I can’t wait to have you buried inside of me,” you answer Yoongi.

It’s Jungkook’s time to hiss as you pull on his hair hard enough to make him look at you. He meets your gaze through half-lidded eyes, and you crash your mouth against his, sucking on his bottom lip. One of your hands lies on his thigh, and you move it to palm him through his pants.

He’s already hard, dick pushing against the fabric of his jeans as he grinds once, looking for friction. At that, you pull away from his mouth again and say, “Someone’s a little excited, uh?”

As you’re unbuttoning his pants, Jungkook pants out, “I’ve been thinking about having both of you under me again all week”.

Your blood turns to lava, and you fumble with his button for a second too long to your liking. You curse, and Yoongi chuckles from the front seat.

“You both need to learn how to be patient,” he teases.

You manage to finally unbutton Jungkook’s pants, but instead of sliding your hand in his pants, you lean towards Yoongi, aiming for his dick. You palm him, liking the weight of him in your hand.

“Clearly, you’re a little impatient, too,” you tease back.

Jungkook runs a large hand on your back as you keep palming your boyfriend until Yoongi grunts and says, “Stop, I have to focus on driving”.

You laugh, before sitting back next to Jungkook. He pulls you back into yet another heated kiss, and this time your hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his cock. He bucks his hips once, moaning in your mouth as you start jerking him off, a little awkwardly from the angle that his pants force you to be in.

You jerk him off for the rest of the ride, even as Yoongi tuts from the front seat, repeating in his low, husky tone that you and Jungkook are too impatient. It makes you chuckle breathlessly because Jungkook managed to get your shirt up, and he’s sucking on one of your nipples, tongue flicking at it expertly.

You’re so wet by the time you get to your apartment complex that you’re pretty sure you’ve soaked the seat under you. You don’t look to make sure, too excited to make it up to your place. Jungkook struggles with his hard-on for a time until he’s got it secured in the band of his pants, hiding it with his oversized shirt.

Only then does he follow you and Yoongi out of the car, and he looks at you two while you share your first heated kiss of the night with your boyfriend.

“Come on,” Jungkook says, and he moves towards the elevator, soon followed by you and Yoongi. Yoongi holds your hand tightly, and while you wait for the elevator he presses a kiss on your neck, where the collar of your shirt gives way to skin. You meet Jungkook’s gaze then, and he looks a little crazed, as if not jumping in right now is taking all of his strength.

And maybe it is.

The elevator ride is just as heated. With you pressed between the two guys, ass grinding on Jungkook while you kiss Yoongi, and then lips sucking on your boyfriend’s neck while he kisses Jungkook. You’re too insane with lust to realize anyone could walk in and see you, though luckily enough for you, your ride is spent without any interruption.

You fumble with your keys as you unlock the door, struggling to get the key into the hole as you’re distracted by the lewd sounds Jungkook and Yoongi are making. You shoot them a look: Yoongi’s got his tongue deep in Jungkook’s mouth, and Jungkook’s inked hand is palming your boyfriend through his pants.

You think you’re going to come right then and there. And you don’t know how, but you manage to get the door open. A second later, the three of you are in, and the door is blissfully closed behind you, allowing you to indulge in the sins the night promises to hold.

Jungkook pins you against the wall, kissing you wildly, as Yoongi rids him of his pants. Your hands are splayed on Jungkook’s chest, and you can feel the quick beats of his heart under your fingertips. You moan in his mouth as he sucks on your tongue, and when he moves back to allow your boyfriend to kneel between the two of you, your teeth dig into your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

Because Yoongi’s already wrapped his pretty lips around the head of Jungkook’s cock, and one of his hands is massaging Jungkook’s balls.

“Look who’s impatient now,” you tease, and Jungkook chuckles.

“He couldn’t wait to be in the bedroom to have my dick stuffed in his mouth, uh?”

You smirk down at your boyfriend, who looks up at the two of you desperately. When he releases Jungkook’s dick to run his tongue along the length, you get on your knees too, and Jungkook let out a surprised sound.

“Might as well suck you with him, uh?”

Jungkook grabs the back of your head, pushing you towards his dick. “Can’t say no to that.”

Your tongue darts out, tasting Yoongi’s spit along with Jungkook’s precum on the slit. Yoongi watches you from the other side, pupils blown wide, as he holds Jungkook’s cock so you can take him in your mouth.

You do so, eyes fluttering shut as Jungkook bucks his hips and hits the back of your throat. You hold in the gag reflex and start going back and forth, letting Jungkook guide your head until he’s found the rhythm that he likes.

You can’t see what Yoongi’s doing but can feel him nearby. At some point, Jungkook pulls your head back, and you open your eyes to see him stuffing his dick back into Yoongi’s awaiting mouth.

You let out a breathy sound, then lean so you can suck on Jungkook’s balls instead, teasing them with your tongue before actually taking one in your mouth.

“You guys are so good,” Jungkook praises. “Always so good to me.”

You both like the praise, and Yoongi moans audibly around Jungkook’s cock.

“That’s it, hyung, you’re so good,” Jungkook says, and you sit back on your heels to look up at him.

He’s looking down at the two of you, but when your gazes connect, it feels like an intimate embrace. His mouth is slightly parted, and he looks pained standing there, so you stand up, pressing your lips to his. He grunts in your mouth, but as you kiss, he starts undressing you, ridding you of your shirt first. You part just long enough for the shirt to pass your head, and then your mouths collide again. Your teeth clash together, and it makes both of you laugh in the kiss, though Jungkook’s laugh morphs into a moan.

You swallow it, tongue lapping at his, and you keep kissing him, getting drunk on the taste of him.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling away from the kiss. “Hyung, if you keep going, I’ll never make it to the bedroom.”

Yoongi chuckles as he sits back on his heels, and you look down at him where he’s slowly stroking Jungkook’s cock. “Too bad you taste so good,” Yoongi says, voice gravelly from the blowjob. His pink lips glisten with a mix of spit and precum, and you have the urgent need to kiss him.

Yoongi gets up, as if sensing your need, to press his lips against yours, and you taste Jungkook’s sweetness in his mouth. It makes you moan, loudly, especially as Jungkook grabs at the meat of your ass, hard.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Jungkook says, and his voice sounds dangerous.

You’re shaking with lust as Yoongi pulls away from the kiss, nodding once.

He grabs your hand, pulling you behind him as Jungkook rids himself of his pants and boxers, where they were pooled at his ankles. He follows the two of you with only his shirt on, and his cheeks are flushed red with arousal when you glance at him over your shoulder.

You want him so much it hurts. But mostly, you want him for Yoongi again. You want to see that indecent mouth of his on Yoongi’s cock again, want to see him swallow everything your boyfriend spills into him.

You whine, and he offers you a smirk. “Something wrong, baby?”

At that, Yoongi grows a little possessive. “Is she your baby?” He tugs you closer to him right as you enter the bedroom, making you turn around so he can press his erection on your ass. One of his large hands wraps around your throat, fingers skillfully digging into the arteries, and the other one moves down to rid you of your pants.

Jungkook looks a little alarmed as if he didn’t mean the pet name to slip out. Though, when Yoongi manages to free you of your pants, the fabric falling to the floor, Jungkook’s eyes drop to the wet spot on your panties.

“Nah, she’s yours, hyung,” he says. “And she’s all soaked up for us. What a good girl, don’t you think?”

Yoongi bites your shoulder, sucking hard, and you throw your head back. “I’ll let you have her a little tonight.”

Jungkook smirks. “I know. You’re such a good boy.”

Yoongi moves your panties to the side, and two of his fingers find your clit. Your mouth falls open, as you start to get dizzy from the absence of oxygen to your brain. Soon, Yoongi will have to let you breathe, but you like testing your limit, so you let him continue.

When more fingers find your entrance, Jungkook’s hand having moved between the two of you, you grab at Yoongi’s forearm. It’s enough for him to know to let you breathe, and you take a sharp inhale of air that turns into a moan as Jungkook’s fingers dig inside of you, arching to find that sweet spot.

The two men pleasure you for a while until your legs start to shake. Only then do they let you go, speaking about how you turn into playdough for them.

You want to say something, but then they start kissing, and all you can do is watch as you palm your breasts. Until you realize Yoongi is still fully dressed, something that needs to be remedied right now. So you grab at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up until Jungkook gets the clue and pulls away. He helps you, and soon enough, you’ve undressed Yoongi together, as Jungkook whispers filth to the two of you. Jungkook also takes his shirt off, as you push Yoongi’s pants down his legs.

You get an idea as Yoongi steps out of his pants, looking down at his cock. He’s so hard it looks painful, and you run one hand on the side of his dick.

“Should we try something new tonight?” you suggest.

Yoongi meets your gaze, tilting his head to the side. “You know I’m always down to try something new.”

Your eyes slide to Jungkook next, awaiting his confirmation that he’d be willing, too. “What do you have in mind?” he asks.

You look back at your boyfriend. “He deserves some more action, doesn’t he?”

Jungkook remains silent as you drop to your knees between the two of them. You lick at the head of your boyfriend’s dick once, one hand finding the base of it while the other finds the base of Jungkook’s cock. You jerk them off in sync, looking up at the two of them. They wait for an explanation patiently, and you can’t help sucking on Jungkook’s frenulum once.

“Fuck,” Jungkook lets out. “What do you have in mind?” he asks again as you swipe your tongue on the same spot.

“What would you be willing to do?” you ask him.

While you wait for his answer, you turn towards your boyfriend’s dick, swirling your tongue around the head. You still jerk Jungkook off, though it grows unfocused as you suck Yoongi’s dick.

“For you? Way more than I ever thought I’d be willing to do.”

“Shibal,” Yoongi curses, and you look up to see him pull Jungkook into a heated kiss. His large hand closes around Jungkook’s neck, and Jungkook moans lightly as Yoongi starts choking him.

His dick jumps in your hand, and you slow the rhythm, fully expecting him to come then and there. You’re surprised – he wasn’t desperate the last time you had sex with him. It was quite the other way around: he manhandled both you and Yoongi like it was nothing.

Tonight, it feels like maybe you’re going to be the ones manhandling him.

“Would you fuck him for me?” you ask as you sit back on your heels, licking your lips clean of Yoongi’s salty precum. “I want to see him moaning your name.”

They part, both of them shooting you looks like you’ve gone entirely crazy. Yoongi, with an expectant look on his features, and Jungkook, with a frown that makes you think maybe he’s not really willing to do anything you ask.

“Uh,” he lets out as you slowly stroke his dick.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Yoongi reassures him. “She just wants to be a good girl and please me.”

Jungkook chuckles, and he meets Yoongi’s gaze. “Nothing against you hyung, but I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

You whine, a little disappointed. It makes Yoongi laugh as he gently brushes his fingers on your cheek. “It’s okay, baby. I think he wants to fuck you instead.”

At that, Jungkook bucks his hips, fucking himself in your hand. Though you’re a little disappointed, you still smirk and say, “You might be right, look at him all desperate.”

“You guys are going to be the death of me,” Jungkook says, voice low. He curses, slightly shaking his head, as Yoongi’s fingers move to the head of Jungkook’s cock, collecting a bead of precum before licking it clean.

“We’ll make sure you die happy,” you tease, and you finally let go of their dicks, standing up between them.

It leads to a make-out session that has your mind spinning. It’s full of lips and tongues, and you don’t even know who you’re kissing anymore. Only that your mind is full of them, skin tingling wherever they touch you. And they touch you everywhere until they’ve had enough and they push you to the bed.

You sit instinctively when the back of your knees hit the mattress, and you look up at the two of them as they start kissing. Jungkook pulls on your boyfriend’s hair, making Yoongi moan, and when they part, he grabs Yoongi’s jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“Why don’t you eat her out?” Jungkook suggests. “I’m pretty sure your girl wants you.”

You bite your lips, nodding your head in agreement. “You think Yoongi can make me come with his tongue?”

Yoongi drops to his knees as Jungkook laughs and says, “I’m sure he will”.

Yoongi spreads your legs, and you instinctively lie down. He pulls your panties down your legs, ridding you of them, and then his mouth finds your clit. He sucks on it, hard, and stars already form on the periphery of your vision.

“Fuck,” you let out.

Jungkook kneels on the bed, stroking his dick. “Can I fuck your mouth while he eats you out?” he asks.

You nod your head, probably a little too enthusiastically, and Jungkook positions himself next to you. You turn your head to the side, but to your surprise, he makes you move so he can place a pillow under your head.

“For your neck,” he says gently, features turning soft even though he’s about to fuck your mouth.

It’s sweet, and you try to ignore the way that it makes your heart squeeze in your chest. Instead, you put your head down on the pillow, face still turned towards him, and your tongue darts out to lick at his slit.

He’s quick to grab the back of your head and push his cock between your lips, barely even letting you breathe as he starts pounding in your mouth.

You let him do it, mostly because Yoongi has pushed two fingers inside of you, and you’re pretty sure your orgasm is about to wipe you from the surface of the earth.

Jungkook slows down when one of your hands finds his powerful thigh, and he pulls out to let you breathe for a time. When he leans down to dry the tears that have slipped down your cheeks, you meet his gaze again.

He looks pained. You want to ask what’s hurting him, but your orgasm crashes over you, and you lose focus of the scene. You come long and hard, walls pulsating hard against Yoongi’s digits. Because of course he fingers you through your high, sucking on your clit and flicking it lightly with that wicked tongue of his.

He knows what you like, and only he is able to make your orgasms drag for so long. He really does, and when he finally lets you go, you’re a panting mess.

“That looks like it felt good,” Jungkook teases and Yoongi laughs.

“She’s all ready for us now,” he says, and he runs a loving hand on your side.

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of the two men looking down at you. You let out a small laugh before saying, “Holy fucking shit”.

They laugh, and you push yourself up weakly until you’re sitting between them. You look between the two of them, not knowing what to do next. You feel drained, and if they notice, they don’t care. Because Jungkook takes the rein, telling you to climb on Yoongi.

You obey, head barely there when Yoongi fucks up into you, fully embedding his dick inside of you. When he hits your cervix, you come back to your senses, and you let out a long, broken moan that was supposed to be his name.

Yoongi barely gives you a break though. He holds onto your waist, fucking you quick and fast, the way you know he likes, and you’re a mess on top of him. It lasts for a moment, with Jungkook barely making any noises beside you. You’re aware that he’s jerking off, mostly because you see him move in the periphery of your vision. It takes you a moment before you’re able to look at him, and when you do, your pussy clenches around Yoongi’s cock, hard.

“Fuck, baby,” Yoongi whines.

“I want you too,” you tell Jungkook, the only coherent words you could think of.

Jungkook smirks, wetting his lips. “You want me in your ass or in your pussy?”

“Pussy,” you answer, unable to form a full sentence even though Yoongi has slowed down.

“You think you can take the both of us?” Jungkook asks. “It’s going to be a lot.”

You’re adamant. You say yes, eyes tearing up just at the thought of having both of them inside of you.

“Your girlfriend is such a good girl,” Jungkook says, addressing Yoongi this time.

Yoongi slows some more, pecking your shoulder. “She’s the best.”

It makes your heart swell with love for him, and you meet his mouth in a long, languid kiss as Jungkook moves behind you, positioning himself. You understand that he’s about to stretch you wide open when Yoongi stills, giving him a chance to push in.

It doesn’t go in at first. Jungkook lets out a small laugh, and you hear him spit behind you. He rubs it on your entrance before digging two fingers in. Yoongi moans under you, and all you can do is shut your eyes, pressing your head against his shoulder.

Jungkook fingers you for a time, adding a third finger when your walls start to relax. He does it for a while, with Yoongi remaining still as a statue under you, though he grunts and hisses his fill. When Jungkook thinks you’re ready, he pulls his fingers out before slapping your ass once.

You jerk in Yoongi’s embrace, as it took you by surprise, but then the feel of Jungkook’s tip at your entrance has you moaning lightly.

“Are you ready?” he asks, and you’re surprised by his gentle touch on your hip.

You nod.

“Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts pushing in, slowly, and it burns so much you have tears escaping the confine of your eyes. Yoongi’s grip on you tightens, almost uncomfortably so, but Jungkook’s grip on your hip remains infinitely gentle.

He stills when the head is in, before pulling out. He spits on his dick, adding more natural lubrication, before he starts pushing in again. This time, it’s a little easier, and he’s able to push all the way in, his dick resting against Yoongi’s where it presses deep against your walls.

Jungkook doesn’t move for a long time, and none of you speak. You feel full, fuller than you’ve ever felt in your entire life, and as much as it hurts, it also feels good. Way too good, and your pussy clenches around the two men.

“Fuck,” Yoongi curses at the same time as Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come so soon.”

At that, Jungkook laughs. “You like when my dick touches yours?”

It’s so indecent you moan against your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Yoongi shamelessly answers. “You feel so good, Jungkook.”

It’s an understatement. Jungkook feels better than anything you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Especially as he starts to pull out, ever so slowly, and you can feel the drag of every vein of his dick on your walls.

He pushes back in, one powerful thrust that has you crying out as Yoongi moans.

“You guys like this?” Jungkook asks, and it sounds a little pained. It’s rhetorical, especially as he starts pulling out, faster this time. It doesn’t hurt as much as it initially did, and your hand shoots behind you until it finds the side of his thigh.

You don’t know why you do it, but you just have this visceral need to touch him. So you rest your fingers on the side of his leg as he establishes a slow, steady rhythm, and when he grunts something that suspiciously sounds like your name, your walls clench against the two of them again.

“Hyung, I think you can move too,” Jungkook says a little breathlessly. “You think we can make her come like this?”

You’re pretty sure Yoongi is going to be the first one to come, but you refrain from saying so as your boyfriend matches his movements to Jungkook’s. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you lose sense of everything but the spot between your legs.

They fuck you slow at first, but soon the pace picks up, and you’re a whining, moaning mess by the time Yoongi moans loudly before cursing a litany of words that has goosebumps appearing all over your body. He comes a lot, turning your insides white, stopping deep inside of you as Jungkook just keeps going. Yoongi’s seed makes it easier for Jungkook to move, and he’s soon pounding inside of you, grunting loudly.

At some point, Yoongi slips out of you, but he still holds you as Jungkook keeps going. Jungkook leans forward, and when he starts kissing your boyfriend, you grab the back of his neck, holding him in place.

He doesn’t come. He stops before he does, his dick so hard inside of you you think you’ll lose it. You’ll go fully crazy, forget everything about yourself, and all you’ll remember is him. And the worst part is, you don’t even care.

Jungkook pulls out, and the sudden emptiness almost hurts just as much as having the two of them inside of you did. You whine, and it makes him laugh.

“Lie on your back,” he orders, slapping your ass once.

Yoongi’s grip on your waist loosens enough for you to move, and you meet your boyfriend’s gaze once as you lay down next to him. He looks blissed out, much like you felt earlier, and you don’t blame him: with Jungkook in the equation, your orgasms have really started hitting different.

When you’re on your back, Jungkook kneels between your legs. He caresses your thighs gently, waits for you to look at him, and when your gazes connect he pushes in. You moan, eyes losing their focus for a few seconds. He remains still until you’re focused on him again, and then he glances at Yoongi.

“Think you can play with her clit while I fuck her?” he asks. “I want to pull another orgasm out of her before I finish.”

Yoongi chuckles. “You’re going to ruin her.”

“Isn’t that how you like your girlfriend to be?”

Jungkook really is a demon. The King of Hell himself, and he’s imprisoned the two of you down there with him, for the rest of eternity.

When Yoongi kisses him, Jungkook starts to fuck you, slowly. You watch as he grabs Yoongi’s wrist to put his fingers on your clit. Yoongi moans in the kiss, almost at the same time as you do as he starts rubbing your clit. It takes a few swipes before he does it the way that you like, and you’re a writhing mess under Jungkook when he starts pounding hard into you, so much so that you think it’d hurt. Somehow it doesn’t, and you shut your eyes, hands looking for purchase. You find someone’s hand, and you don’t even care whose it is. You just hold onto it as the two men start pulling another orgasm out of you. This one feels different, more intense, and it has everything inside of you tightening.

When it hits, you come so hard it pushes Jungkook out of you. He’s quick to bury his cock back inside of you, fighting against your pulsating walls, and then he’s releasing, his cum mixing with what was left of Yoongi’s.

He stills deep inside of you as he comes, and when you think he’s done, your eyes flutter open. You don’t know when, but Yoongi moved while Jungkook was fucking you. So you’re holding one of Jungkook’s hands, while the other was rubbing at your clit. You’re confused – you didn’t feel the shift at all – and you just watch Jungkook for a time as he breathes raggedly, still buried deep inside of you.

“You squirted all over me,” he states.

You only notice then how his lower stomach is all wet, golden skin glistening with your cum. It makes your walls tighten around him once more, and he lets out a chuckle.

“You liked it?”

You did. Way more than you thought you could. Way more than you should have, considering Yoongi wasn’t helping anymore. You shoot a look at your boyfriend, hoping that he’s okay with it, and when you notice he’s gone hard again, you know that he, too, liked it far more than he should have.

“Yeah,” you finally answer Jungkook, as he finally decides to pull out. It gains your attention, and you look at him as he focuses on the spot between your legs.

When you feel his cum, and Yoongi’s, starting to drip out, Jungkook pushes it back in, burying two fingers in your pussy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, voice low, eyes burning into you. He meets your gaze, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to catch fire, especially as he arches his fingers, playing with that sweet spot inside of you. “Think I can make you come again?”

To his surprise, the word you answer is “Yoongi”.

Your boyfriend perks up at the mention of his name. “Yeah?”

You turn back towards Jungkook, meeting his gaze with a challenge in yours. “I’ll let you make me come if you fuck him.”

Jungkook looks down at his softening length, letting out a small laugh. “I don’t think I’ll be able right away.”

“Well then,” you let out. You moan when his fingers start moving faster, before closing your thighs around his wrist. He gets the clue, and he stills. “No fingering me.”

He clenches his jaw, a muscle ticking under the skin. “Your loss, baby.”

And then he leaves you empty. You both look towards your boyfriend, who’s slowly stroking his dick. He eyes you both, an unreadable look on his features.

“Why don’t you finger his ass?” you suggest.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes at his cheek, in frustration perhaps. “You really want me to put something in his ass, uh?”

Though you’re still riding the ecstasy, you manage to smirk wickedly. “He deserves it, don’t you think? He’s been so good for us.”

Jungkook wets his lips, nodding once. To your surprise, it’s Yoongi who speaks.

“You really don’t have to.”

“Shut up before I change my mind,” Jungkook tells him, but he’s looking at you. “I’ll finger his ass while you suck his dick. I want to see you swallow everything he has to give you.”

You almost say you want to see Jungkook swallowing, but you refrain from doing so, not wanting him to change his mind.

You both move next to Yoongi, and you swat his hand away from his dick. He chuckles, though he looks a little breathless as you grab his cock. It only increases when Jungkook spreads his legs, kneeling between Yoongi’s thighs to get a good angle. And he looks at you when he spits on his fingers before bringing them to Yoongi’s asshole.

He still looks at you when he pushes the two fingers in, fighting against the circle of muscle until Yoongi’s ass swallows them whole.

Yoongi moans, but there’s something about how Jungkook’s looking at you. As much as you want to see what Yoongi looks like right now, you can’t move, can’t gaze away from the prison of Jungkook’s eyes. He looks angry, and when he tilts his head to the side, you lean towards him, catching his lips in a kiss.

You think it’s the most heated kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone before. It has you dripping again, thinking you’d be ready to go once more, even though your core aches from the double penetration and the rough fuck that followed. It has a knot forming in your stomach, a painful one at that, and you moan in his mouth.

When he pulls away from the kiss, it’s to grab the back of your head and force you to bend down until your face is right over Yoongi’s cock. You don’t hesitate: you wrap your lips around the flushed-red tip, sucking once. And then you move down, hollowing your cheeks as Yoongi hits the back of your throat. The gag reflex doesn’t come, though your eyes turn blurry with tears as Jungkook holds you there, keeping you from moving.

And as he brushes his fingers on Yoongi’s prostate, your boyfriend starts fucking up into your mouth, and the gag reflex finally comes.

Jungkook lets you pull away then, and you release Yoongi’s dick to take a deep breath, drying the tears that spilled on your cheeks with the back of your hand. And then you’re back to sucking your boyfriend’s dick, swallowing around him whenever you take almost all of him in. He’s a moaning mess, dick turning so hard you think it’ll burst. Both from your ministrations and Jungkook’s, and you want to pull away from Yoongi’s dick to tell Jungkook he’s so good.

He stops you by digging two fingers in your pussy, taking you by surprise. You moan around your boyfriend’s cock, and that’s all it takes to push him over the edge a second time. He doesn’t come as much this time around, but you still swallow every drop until you’re sure you’ve milked his orgasm out of him.

When he’s done, you release his dick with a satisfying plop before turning your head to look at Jungkook. He’s still watching you, and he tilts his head to the side.

“You swallowed everything?”

You nod, obediently pushing your tongue out, widening your jaw to show him your empty mouth. Only then do his fingers leave Yoongi’s asshole, though he fingers you for a few more seconds before he leaves you empty too.

“Not going to make me come?” you tease him as you sit on your heels. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make me come again?”

He surprises you by kissing you instead. And you don’t know what he’s chasing on your lips. You don’t think it’s lust that’s driving him right now. Maybe frustration because he’s ravishing your mouth, marking himself into it. It leaves you shaking when he finally pulls away, and you suck in a deep breath as you share a long look.

You don’t know how to read his eyes. He’s not like Yoongi – you can read Yoongi like every chapter of your favourite book. No, Jungkook is a mystery, undecipherable, an enigma you have yet to find the solution of. So you just hold his big gaze, drown in his depths, until he glances away, looking at Yoongi instead.

“No offense hyung, but I really feel like washing my hands,” he says.

You snort a laugh, and it gains Jungkook’s attention for two seconds without him saying anything. He gets up, and you watch him go, feeling a drop of lead form in your stomach.

You remain kneeling in that spot for a moment, observing the doorway, almost expecting Jungkook to pop in and say a joke, but he doesn’t. So you shrug the awkwardness off, before moving to Yoongi’s side.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him as you lay down, resting your head on his shoulder.

He molds you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Fucked out,” he answers truthfully, and you share a small laugh. “You?”

“Good,” you reply. “And a little hungry.”

“You didn’t eat enough at dinner?” he teases.

You chuckle. “Oh, I did, but this all made me hungry again.”

He presses another kiss to your temple. “Do you want me to cook you something?”

“I’d feel bad. I think we still have some tangerines, might as well just eat that.”

He nods next to you, but he remains silent. You don’t move, eyes fluttering shut as you listen to the familiar beats of his heart. They’d lull you to sleep if you didn’t know Jungkook was somewhere in the apartment.

Jungkook’s reminder makes your eyes open again, and you watch the doorway.

“Do you think something’s wrong with Jungkook?” you ask, voice small.

Yoongi looks down at you, but you ignore his gaze. “I don’t know? Should we check on him?”

You whine. “I don’t want to move.”

That makes Yoongi laugh, and he presses another kiss to your head. “Well then, let’s hope he comes back soon.”

You nod, wrapping your arm around Yoongi’s waist to hold him close. You’re silent for a few seconds before you ask, “Do you think we should invite him to sleep over? It’s pretty late.”

Yoongi glances at the clock on the bedside table. “Right.” He pauses before answering, “Our bed is not that big”.

He isn’t wrong. “He can take the guest room,” you point out. “I don’t want to kick him out at his hour.”

You feel Yoongi tense under you ever so slightly, but Jungkook is back before you can say anything more. His chest is flushed red, and you notice that he’s already collected his underwear and pants. He’s put them on too, and you suddenly feel shy, still naked under his gaze.

“I’ll let you guys sleep,” he says.

His voice sounds a little strained, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you or Yoongi.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, propping himself up on an elbow so he can get a good look at Jungkook.

Jungkook plays with his piercing for a time before shrugging. “You guys are all lovey-dovey, I don’t want to step over the line.”

You sit up. “Come here.”

He looks at Yoongi, and you feel your boyfriend nod more than you see him do it. Only then does Jungkook move, and he sits on the side of the bed.

“Do you want to sleep over?” you ask. “We’ve got room for you in the guest room.”

Jungkook chuckles, shying away from your gaze. “I really think it’d be better for me to go home.”

“Would you rather share a bed?” you suggest because you don’t like the way his shoulders are slouching a little.

This time, you entirely miss how Yoongi stiffens next to you.

“I mean…” Jungkook trails off. He tentatively looks at you before letting his gaze drop back to its safe spot on the ground. “I think that’d be great.”

You offer him a small smile. “Then get comfortable,” you tell him. “Yoongi and I were going to eat a little something…”

“Let me cook for you!” Jungkook bursts. He looks just as surprised as you at how loud he spoke because he lets out a small, sheepish laugh. “I’d love to cook for you guys.”

It makes something grow warm in your chest, and you nod. “Sure! I can show you what we have.” You glance at Yoongi. He meets your gaze, cocks an eyebrow, before shrugging his shoulders.

His way of saying he doesn’t care.

“Sounds good,” Jungkook says, and he finally relaxes.

You’re not sure it’s a good thing when you come back to the bedroom, ten minutes later, to find Yoongi sleeping on his side of the bed, even though he said he’d eat with you. But you decide to let him sleep, mostly because he looks peaceful in his slumber, mouth slightly opened and hair ruffled. You press a soft kiss to his temple, barely even touching him so it doesn’t trouble his sleep, and then you return to the kitchen, where you find Jungkook cutting up a red bell pepper.

He offers you a sweet smile, and you look away, moving to one of the stools by the island. You sit before finally looking at him again.

“Hyung isn’t coming?” he asks, as he focuses on the vegetables on the cutting board.

“He fell asleep,” you answer.

Jungkook shoots you a quick look, and that same smile is still on his lips. It does something to you that really feels like it shouldn’t, and you look down at your hands where they’re lying on the counter. You’re wringing your fingers together, something you usually do when you’re anxious.

Jungkook fucked the shit out of you, and yet a smile from him is making you feel nervous.

“We did fuck two orgasms out of him,” Jungkook points out, and he lets out a small disbelieved laugh.

“I came twice, too,” you remind him, cheeks flushing. “You’re the only one who didn’t come twice.”

His features turn dark and dangerous as a smirk chases the sweetness out of his gaze. “Want to remedy the situation?”

Your throat feels dry as you reply, “Not without Yoongi.”

He nods, and the smirk melts away to be replaced by that same sweet smile. “Of course not. I’d never dare go behind his back.”

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board fills the air for a time, and you watch the muscles of his forearms move under his skin. He’s quick and efficient, and soon enough, he’s pushing the diced vegetables into the pan on the stove. It was already warm, and with the oil he poured inside before, it’s no wonder the food immediately starts sizzling.

As he takes off the plastic wrapping from the chicken breasts you were dreading to have to cook, Jungkook shoots you a look.

“How’s work been going?” he asks you, clearly in an attempt at making small talk.

You work as a graphic designer at a small, family-owned company. You started years ago, before you even met Yoongi, and you absolutely love it. It offers you a lot of liberties, as you can take off whenever you want, and you can also work from home whenever you want to, which you feel like is the best thing about a job nowadays.

You’re luckier than Yoongi, whose company refuses that he works from home. He still loves what he does, at least from what he tells you. You rarely speak about work though, sharing way too many interests outside of work, that you focus on when you are together.

“It’s been great,” you reply, and you watch his profile as he finally gets the plastic wrap undone. He puts the chicken breasts out on the cutting board before throwing away the wrap and the Styrofoam plate. “How about you? Any cool gigs coming up?”

Jungkook is a model. He started off as a boxer, but he stopped three years ago to focus on other stuff, saying he was tired of beating people up and getting beaten up as a living. As far as you know, he still boxes now, but just for fun.

“If I tell you, you have to promise you’ll keep the secret,” he teases, shooting you a wink. “I had to sign an NDA for my latest gig.”

“Damn,” you let out, chuckling. “You’re getting big.”

He smirks, nodding his head. “Seems like I am.”

To be fair, he was big way before that, as the successful boxer that he was.

“So?” you press when he doesn’t say anything else after that.

He busies himself with cutting the chicken into little cubes, tongue darting out to wet his lips once as he visibly struggles to decide if he should tell you or not. You think it’s a lost cause when he stops to stir the vegetables in the pan, still not saying anything.

“You teased me, and now you’re not going to say it?” you complain.

He giggles, shrugging his shoulders. “You know I like to tease.”

You purse your lips together, your cheeks burning just enough for you to look down at your hands again. You’re wringing your fingers together once more, and you think about Yoongi in bed.

You can’t wait to snuggle up to him.

“That you sure do,” you reply to Jungkook as he finishes with the chicken before adding it to the pan.

The sizzling grows louder, but you still hear him as he says, “And you like it too”.

You run a hand through your hair, pushing it behind your ear as you avoid looking at Jungkook. You feel his eyes on you like they’re burning into your skin, and it takes you a moment before you gather the courage to reply.

“I like you being a tease when Yoongi is around.”

He remains silent for a time. You’re not quite sure how he interpreted your words, but you’re surprised when he finally talks, and what he says is, “I’m sorry”.

At that, you look at him. “What for?”

He plays with his piercing, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know?” He motions between the two of you. “Is this weird?”

“Us talking?” He nods, waiting for you to continue. “I don’t know. Yoongi is… somehow jealous, you know? I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Jungkook is quick to reply. “He’s one of my closest friends. I’d hate making him uncomfortable.”

But now, the silence between you and Jungkook grows awkward, and you avoid his gaze until he returns to cooking, adding gochujang and a bunch of other ingredients to the pan. When he’s done, he turns towards you, though his face is angled towards the ground.

He mutters something that you can’t quite hear over the sound of the food cooking, so you say, “Huh?”

“Calvin Klein,” he repeats a little louder. “My new gig is with Calvin Klein.”

You purse your lips, nodding once. “That sounds… exciting.”

“Not the underwear,” he quickly adds as if you haven’t seen him fully naked twice before. “It’s for their casual clothing line.”

You can’t help the small smile that returns to your lips as you notice how flustered he appears. Clearly, Jungkook is uncomfortable with awkward silences because he starts talking to you about how he got approached, about the shooting, about how one of the reasons why he went to London and Scotland was because he was meeting up with some of their executives at a store opening over there.

He blabbers on long enough for the meal to be ready, and you just listen to him up until he finally puts down a bowl in front of you, which kills his train of thought.

You look down at the food, mouth watering at the smell. “It looks and smells delicious,” you tell him, and the compliment makes him beam.

As expected from someone that has a praising kink, right?

He sits next to you with a bowl for himself, and surprisingly enough, the conversation turns easy as you eat. You laugh along with him, and it feels like your friendship was meant to blossom years ago. Like in another life, you were friends, with a complicity that is rarely matched nowadays.

Except with Yoongi, obviously. What you have with Yoongi is the most precious thing you own, and you know you’ll spend your life with him. After all, you even brought Jungkook into your bedroom life to please him, to offer something that you knew Yoongi was going to love.

And you think he does. It does seem like it, as he’s been more affectionate now. Sometimes, you think it’s a little surprising that he has that side to him, because he’s never really been like that since the honeymoon phase died of its own volution five years ago.

When you’re done eating, you clean the dishes, laughing as Jungkook voluntarily splashes water on you. It turns into a little fight, and you’re both unaware of how loud you’re being. You don’t notice Yoongi leaning against the wall, looking at the two of you with a thoughtful expression on his features. You don’t notice as it turns a little somber, and he returns to the bedroom, feeling like he needs to sleep the feeling off.

He’s convinced it’s going to be better in the morning.

No, you don’t notice any of it, too focused on how Jungkook is now twirling the towel to whip you with it.

“Don’t you dare,” you tell him, holding up your hands between the two of you in mock surrender. You point a finger towards him. “Don’t you dare, Jeon Jungkook. I’ll go get Yoongi, and he’ll beat your ass.”

His mischievous smirk only grows. “I’d like to watch hyung try. I’m the boxer.”

You tilt your head to the side, choosing another approach. “Please, Jungkook.” You offer him your best impression of puppy eyes, but it doesn’t deter him as he takes another step towards you. “I swear to God, if you take another step…”

You never finish your sentence because Jungkook jumps towards you, startling you, and you let out a loud yelp as you run away from him. It’s no surprise when he catches up to you and wraps a strong arm around your middle, which makes you scream again.

“Stop, we’ll wake Yoongi up,” you say, pushing on his arm.

He lets you go, and you turn to look at him again. He avoids your gaze, and all his playfulness is entirely gone, replaced by regret.

“What’s wrong?” you can’t help but ask, even though you know exactly what’s wrong.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he points out, motioning between the two of you. “Gosh, what am I doing?”

He takes a step back, doe eyes widened in fear. You watch him as he drops the towel on the counter, folding his arms on his chest. He then seems infinitely confused, running a hand through his hair and playing with his piercing.

You watch Jungkook’s anxiety happen all in slow motion before you finally speak. “Jungkook, it’s fine. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

At least you don’t think you did. Have you?

“I know, it’s just… maybe we shouldn’t be chilling, just the two of us together without Yoongi-hyung,” he says. “I think it’d be better that way.”

You agree with him, that much you know. You nod, saying, “Sure, JK, that works for me”.

He pulls at his piercing some more, tongue darting out of his mouth to soothe the sting. “I think I’ll hit the guest room for now. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course!” you quickly reply, because you too know that you shouldn't share a bed with Jungkook tonight. You glance towards the hallway leading to the guest room. “Let me just put some fresh sheets on the bed.”

He shakes his head, eyes still widened. “No, it’s okay. Just hand the sheets to me, and I’ll take care of it.”

You don’t know what good it would do you to insist, so you agree and go grab the sheets for him. When you hand them to him, Jungkook looks just as nervous, and he avoids your gaze like the plague.

“Thank you,” he says.

You smile, even though he isn’t looking at you and can’t see. “No problem. I hope you’ll sleep well.”

He nods. “It’s a good thing I’m not sleeping with you guys,” he says rather awkwardly. “I snore. Like a lot. You would have hated it.”

It’s somehow endearing, and it makes you realize just how much it’s good that he indeed isn’t going to sleep with you and Yoongi.

“Oof yeah,” you let out, not knowing what else to say.

He meets your gaze once, nods his head, and then says, “Good night. I’ll let you go with your boyfriend.”

And then he’s hurrying away, disappearing in the hall to get to the guest room he’s already slept in twice before, after dinners you and Yoongi hosted where he got a little too drunk to leave. You watch him go, wondering how it is that life has changed so much that now you and Yoongi are fucking him, which makes you think of nuzzling your face in your boyfriend’s neck as you sleep.

It’s a relieving feeling, and you sigh softly before moving back to the sink, where you quickly finish doing the dishes before heading to your bedroom, turning off the lights on the way. You tiptoe in semi-darkness as you enter your room after a quick trip to the bathroom to wash yourself and brush your teeth. You take off the shirt you’re wearing before getting rid of your underwear as you move closer to the bed.

You carefully get in, moving until you can pull the comforter over you before you decide to roll closer to Yoongi. He’s a side sleeper, and he’s facing the wall away from you, but you still cuddle up to him, pressing a kiss on his back. You don’t think he’s awake, and you hesitantly wrap an arm around his waist. He feels a little stiff, until he sighs and grabs your hand.

“You’re not sleeping?” you ask in a whisper.

“No.”

You snuggle closer then. “I’m sorry if Jungkook and I were loud,” you say after a moment of silence. “We didn’t realize, and then we both felt bad.”

He doesn’t say anything, just brushes his thumb on the side of your hand. It makes your heart constrict in your chest even more, guilt seeping into your bones.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat.

“It’s okay,” he says then. “It’s normal if you guys grow more comfortable around each other after we’ve had sex. I’m glad that you get along with him.”

You don’t know what to reply to this. All you can do is press another kiss to the back of his shoulder. “You know I love you, right?”

You can hear the smile when he answers, “I know you do”.

“If you want us to keep the relationship just to bedroom stuff, I’d understand.”

He grabs your hand, and pulls it up to his mouth so he can press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “It’s okay, baby. It really is.”

You nod against him. “Alright. Okay.”

There’s another long silence, and you’re expecting him to have fallen asleep by the time he actually says, “Maybe we should establish some ground rules before next time?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you whisper against your boyfriend’s warm skin. “Just to make sure everyone is comfortable.” At that, Yoongi chuckles. “What?” you ask.

“And you need to stop trying to make him fuck me, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want it,” Yoongi answers, and you feel your cheeks burn.

“Gosh, I’m just trying to make you feel good,” you mumble.

Yoongi laughs again, and he turns until he’s lying on his back. “I know you are.”

“Are you?”

He presses a kiss to your forehead this time. “I am. I hope you are too.”

You snort, scooching even closer to him, if that’s possible. “Of course I am.”

“Cause he fucks you good?”

“Yoons,” you whine. “You fuck me just as good.” You pause before specifying, “You guys together fuck me good.”

“Of course we do,” Yoongi says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

It makes you chuckle, and you prop yourself up on an elbow, one hand blindly searching for his cheek. Once you’ve cupped it, you lean in, aiming for his lips. You land on the corner of them, yet you still press a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much, Yoons,” you breathe against him.

He turns his head slightly, just enough so that your mouths connect and move in unison for a time, the way they’ve always moved together. When the kiss ends, Yoongi says, “I know. Love you too.”

Even though you’ve heard him say it a thousand times before, your heart still melts in your chest, going just a little faster.

You lie back down, putting your head on his chest as he wraps an arm around you. Though you’ve never been a couple that’s big on cuddling to fall asleep, you still find yourself slowly dozing off like this, the constant and rhythmic beats of his heart slowly dragging you to the land of sweet dreams.

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euphoricfilter · 8 months

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hiii ive been reading your night thots jejdjdjs and i just thought of taehyung with a praise and daddy kink like he just hits me like that type of guy 🥴

thank you for reading and i hope i did your idea justice 🕺

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. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #18

taehyung would find it incredibly endearing how much you would seek out his praise. how you’d look up at him through your lashes, waiting ever so patiently like the precious little thing you were for honey-sweet words to drip off his tongue

you knew all the little things that would have his cock hardening. pretty fingers dancing shyly over his thigh, never wandering as high as he does when he gropes your flesh, teeth sinking into your skin where he loved the paint pretty flowers as proof of his love. a feral sort of need he finds himself sating as you let him defile you and call you mean little things that have your pussy clenching, because at least he calls you pretty and perfect and always tells you how good you are for him

all it would take is a shy little whisper. daddy— as you lean that little bit closer to him, tongue wetting your bottom lip when he’d press a kiss to your cheek, innocent enough if you didn’t know how easily he would succumb to you and your greed for the unadulterated pleasure only he knew how to bring you

and it didn’t matter where the both of you were, a sweet little tug of his sleeve, unintentional filth slipping past your lips as you whine, begging daddy to make you feel good. that you’d do anything for him to make you cum

he’d bend you over a sink in a bathroom, fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to try and somewhat quite your moans. because as much as he’d love for everyone to hear to cry out his name, it was a secret that only he was allowed to hear

a muffled call of his name only earning you a quick slap to your tender ass cheeks as he tells you he isn’t your tae when you beg to become a mess

thick cock nudging perfectly over your sweet-spot as he tells you how perfect you are, asking daddy to help you when your pretty little pussy needs to be filled and fucked until your slick is dribbling down your legs and you’re filled with his cum. long, slender fingers pushing the mix of your cum and his back into your cunt— soft ‘thank you, daddy’ earning you a gentle coo and kiss to your cheek as he pulls your panties back up for you

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jjkeverlast · 10 months

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HI LATI! CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!! CAN I REQUEST FOR PART 2 of TASTE JJK? 🥹💜 with this prompt "I have seen you naked before." OPs yn being all shy . THANKYOU 🤭

touch | jjk (m)

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's college reunion AU | smut

>> summary jungkook finishes what he started.

>> word count 1.8k

>> warnings vmin being hilarious | dry humping | fingering | missionary | reader is a shy baby :')

>> author's note i love how you requested them to do it hfdsjhf anywho, here you have it babe. i tried my best to follow your orders! enjoy this filth 👅

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]

“Where have you two been?” Taehyung questions when he notices you and Jungkook joining them after being gone for god knows how long.

Jimin gives a side glance towards Taehyung, for him to catch on. “Oh.” Taehyung lets out, while Jimin begins to laugh loudly, clutching onto Taehyung’s form to prevent himself from falling.

“Pay up, Kim.” Jimin says in between giggles. Taehyung rolls his eyes before he grabs onto his wallet, fetching the money they bet on.

“You guys are ridiculous! We didn’t even fuck.” You state the obvious. It was what they bet on, so basically Taehyung doesn’t owe Jimin anything.

“Yet.” Jungkook responds, glancing towards you with a side smirk. You slap him lightly on the chest, a sign for him to keep his mouth shut in front of the guys.

“Well then, what are you guys still doing here? You’re more than welcome to leave. Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” Jimin suggests, raising his eyebrows when he notices how Jungkook’s ears have turned red by the implication that you might stay the night.

“Shut it, Park. Let’s go, Jungkook.” You’re tired of even hiding the obvious answer. To make it easier and less embarrassing for yourself, you don’t even try to hide it, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and walking towards the exit.

Jungkook’s hand tightens around yours the further you leave from the crowd. No one bats an eye in your direction, too busy catching up with one another.

You still can’t truly believe you’re about to go home with Jungkook.

The car ride home to Jungkook’s is filled with laughter as you both reminisce every memory from college. One thing you both agree on is that Taehyung and Jimin have never changed, still being the iconic duo today.

When you’ve reached his apartment, you realize it’s the first time you’ll see where he lives. Nerves were beginning to trickle, excitement mixed with nervousness as you reached the top floor. What made your mouth drop was the fact that the apartment was incredibly spacious and beautiful. Just very Jungkook.

“Wow, your apartment is amazing.” You compliment, wandering around and noticing the small details such as the plants by the window, and the art hanging on the walls.

“So is my bedroom actually, wanna see?” You roll your eyes. Classic Jeon Jungkook flirting way too directly to the fact it works.

“Lead the way.” You stifle a laugh when he shows excitement, grabbing your hand again and leading you down the hallway to his bedroom. It is quite simple, just everything you need in one room with some space between the furniture.

“I’m not as impressed as your living room.” You comment, earning a glare from Jungkook.

“I’m offended.” He dramatizes the comment, putting a hand on his chest in shock.

“Are you really?”

“No.” Jungkook grabs your waist, pulling you closer till your noses brush up against each other. You’ve lost your words, mind clouded by Jungkook’s close proximity. Somehow the mood has changed from when you had a little fun in the office, now it’s more intimate.

You blame the dimmed light by his night table and how you haven’t had sex for almost a year. You’re not scared, this is Jungkook, he’s seen more of you than anyone but the thought of it happening again grows in the pit of your stomach — butterflies.

Jungkook seems to do better than you, taking the lead by kissing you gently. Not long after the kiss turns heated, more languid movements and tongues tasting each other. Your hold on Jungkook tightens, hands wrapped around his biceps as he steps forward until you feel yourself fall backwards onto his warm bed.

Jungkook hovers over you, kissing you more firmly now, his hand holding onto your jaw. Your hands begin to roam onto his back, earning a smile from Jungkook before he moves downwards, peppering your neck with slow and wet kisses. Shit. How is he so good at that?

His hands begin to slide beneath the material of your dress, pulling it upwards to expose your thighs and underwear. You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have Jungkook above you, touching as if he’ll always remember what you like.

Despite everything feeling incredible, you’re growing shy with every action. You feel as if you’ve lost your touch from college, the crazy wild side disappearing after you finished, whereas Jungkook seems to still hold onto that. Fuck.

It’s as if Jungkook can feel you freeze beneath him, removing his lips from your neck and now staring at you. “Are you okay?” His tone indicates he’s worried, as if he’s caught onto the wrong signal.

“I’m okay, it’s just…” You pause, uncertain how to form it out into words without sounding ridiculous.

Jungkook’s fingers rub against the apple of your cheeks, calming you down while he awaits your answer.

“I haven’t had sex for over a year… So I’m just a little nervous.” Jungkook softly smiles, never stopping touching your cheek gently.

“That’s okay, me too. Don’t think too much, Y/N.” Jungkook says to reassure you. It does help a bit, but there’s still a tiny gap that doesn’t seem to disappear.

“I—”

“Stop.” Jungkook breathes out, fighting your nervousness.

“It’s not my fault you make me nervous.” You say as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

“I make you nervous?” He sounds surprised.

“Just a little bit…”

“Y/N. I have seen you naked before, there’s nothing to be nervous about.” He’s not wrong, he’s seen you naked more than any of your girlfriends.

“I know. Just– kiss me.” You demand, wanting to just push aside your nerves and focus solemnly on Jungkook.

He obeys, kissing you again, nibbling his tongue on your bottom lip as he presses down on you. You can feel his hard on pressing onto your inner thigh. A sudden urge inside of you grows, resulting in you bucking your hips upwards to feel it press down directly onto your core.

“Fuck–” Jungkook mumbles against your lips by the action. He removes himself, taking off his press on shirt, revealing his abs and chest. You support your body with your elbows, not caring how you’re ogling Jungkook.

“How the fuck do you still have abs? I’m impressed.” Jungkook pauses, turning shy at your compliment. He’s not used to being praised for simply having abs.

“I… work out?” Jungkook answers hesitantly. You smile, grabbing onto the nape of his neck, pulling him downwards. His skin feels warm beneath your touch, your hands never stopping touching every part of his chest and stomach. Which also explains how one of your hands reaches to his abdomen, trailing your fingers lightly over his belt. Not wanting to drag out the time, you start unbuckling it, while Jungkook trails kisses on your breasts over the fabric.

Clearly, you’re both impatient. It results in Jungkook already being in his boxers, and your dress about to be pulled off. Jungkook unzips the side of your dress, the fabric starting to loosen, revealing your naked breasts. Jungkook quickens his movements, rushing to get your dress completely off to see you again.

When the dress lands on the floor, you look away from Jungkook, too shy to look at his expression. He’s not saying anything, just staring at your exposed naked body.

“You’re unreal.” He says in awe. You turn your head, watching how his mouth has dropped, gaze completely lost.

“Shut up.” You cover your face. Jungkook grabs one of your wrists, removing it from your face. He places it above your head, intertwining your hands. “Don’t do that, you’re gorgeous.” He whispers.

You’re too stunned to answer, so you settle on smiling softly. Jungkook goes back to kissing you. Your bodies align, grinding on each other until one gives out. You can feel Jungkook’s covered cock drag itself between your lips, causing a whine to escape your lips.

You’re tired of this. Therefore your free hand trails downwards, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling it down to free his cock.

“So impatient, baby.” Jungkook jokes, even though he’s doing just as bad as you.

“Need you to fuck me.” You say, biting down on his bottom lip. Jungkook curses under his breath before moving upwards, letting go of your hand and focusing on getting your underwear off quickly.

With a swift pull, they land on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Jungkook pulls his boxers further down, till they reach mid thigh. He presses back down on you, his hand cupping your sex. You buck your hips, his fingers sliding with ease inside of you, filling you up and stretching you out. Even though you haven’t had sex for a whole year, your body is relaxed, no burning or aching feeling following.

“So fucking wet, shit—” Jungkook watches his fingers disappear inside of you, covered in nothing but your slick. His thumb works itself on your clit, rubbing it gently in circles which causes you to moan.

It’s hard to wait, because fuck, you need him.

“Can you just—” You breathe out, moaning once more not being able to form a simple sentence. Jungkook grows hotter by just watching you looking completely fucked out, by just having his fingers inside of you.

“Hold on, let me get a condom.” Jungkook removes himself, quickly fetching a condom from his drawer. Jungkook has never in his life put on a condom faster than he has at this very moment. He almost fails, but luckily it glides smoothly on the skin of his cock before he repositions himself.

It starts off slow, Jungkook thrusting with ease, scared to hurt you. After thrusting gently for a while, Jungkook manages to fill you up completely. The stretch feels good, warm and full. Jungkook’s close proximity makes the situation very romantic, as he fucks you slowly, dragging out his cock almost fully before re-entering. The movements make your body tense, forgetting how good sex feels for a moment.

“Don’t go slow, want you to fuck me.” You command, grasping onto his body. Jungkook doesn’t respond, instead he moves upwards, grabbing your hips and starts slamming harder.

One thing about fucking an athlete, their stamina is incredible. Jungkook certainly hasn’t lost his touch, hitting your g-spot with every drag of his cock inside of you. His head tips back, groaning when he feels you clench around him.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” Jungkook admits, smiling before biting down on his lip. Your back arches when Jungkook somehow manages to rub your clit, while still moving his hips in an unforgettable rhythm.

You blame it on you not having sex for over a year, because it took Jungkook just a few minutes of fucking you, until you came undone all over him. Jungkook wasn’t no better himself, losing it right after feeling how wet you’ve become after he made you finish.

Afterwards, Jungkook gently pulls out, landing down beside you.

“So, about you staying the night…” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, knowing Jimin was right regarding seeing you first tomorrow morning.

“Say one more thing and I’ll leave.” You threaten.

Jungkook shakes his head, propping himself on his elbow and pecking your lips. “I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”

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arte factum | pjm

After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you're burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

Read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist.

“I didn’t know you were back already. How did it go?”

You’re still staring at your reflection on the teacup, the steamy drink smudging your face despite your complete stasis. It’s been at least five minutes since Taehyung poured it for you, but you’re still gripping the cup instead of sipping it.

“Well,” you murmur without looking away, “how do all funerals go? – they’re always depressive as fuck.”

Yoongi takes a seat in front of you “You know you can be sad about it, don’t you? It doesn’t mean you’re to blame. We— we don’t know anything yet.”

“My husband killed himself!” you blurt out, finally ripping your eyes away from your reflection. “I know I didn’t do anything, but still— maybe I could’ve done something. Maybe— maybe he wouldn’t be dead if I hadn’t sued him.”

You’re still wearing all back, sitting down miserably in your kitchen. That tea that Taehyung poured you is starting to cool down.

“Your hubby was a psycho, remember? It doesn’t make him any less of a stalker just because he’s dead now.”

Your friend has always had a way with words, you think to yourself with a chuckle; after all, he’s right. Just because he’s dead, it doesn’t mean he didn’t put you through all that shit. In a way, and you feel terrible for this, you’re kind of glad he’s gone.

“Mrs Im said they’d read the will this evening. You’re not going, after all?”

“You think he left me anything?” you ask him with an arched eyebrow.

But Yoongi just shrugs. “Maybe. Who knows.”

Even if he did, you’re not sure you want any of the things your ex-husband could’ve possibly left for you after his death. They’d be soiled with hatred and poison.

It seems, after all, that he did leave you something in his will. Or that you suspect, at least, after you’re summoned to his house by one of his lawyers. You can’t even describe the goosebumps rising in your skin as you walk into the suburban house that you used to call home.

“Ma’am, it’s good to see you.” Mrs Im rushes to shake your hand when she sees you. “I wasn’t sure you’d come. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do,” you say half-heartedly.

But, well, you went to the funeral, so it would be odd not to come; you need to finish off and seal this part of your life for once and for all.

“Don’t worry, it’s just some money and the art collection.” You don’t miss the way the woman and the notary eye each other, and you cross your eyes. “Uh, well, there is something else... that he left for you hoping you’d accept. One of his last creations. He finished it a few months ago.”

“I don’t really need a vacuuming robot, thank—”

“Oh, ma’am—! It’s something completely different,” the lawyer cries out.

With an arched eyebrow, you follow them down the hall, now more intrigued than ever, and walk down the steps that lead to his lab, where he’d work on all of his inventions. A mad scientist for a husband is what you had. A truly mad genius. You can’t even fathom what he’s invented this time.

Since it’s not been longer than a week since he passed away, the place is just as eery and spooky as it has always been.

You walk downstairs following the other two and stop in your tracks when they do, almost bumping against them. Arching your eyebrows once again, you open your mouth to ask them what’s wrong but go quiet when a young man, standing naked in the middle of the room, waves at you with the sweetest of smiles.

“God! I told you not to turn it on yet! Fucking hell, I almost had a fucking heart attack,” Mrs Im grunts, putting her hand on her chest.

“S-sorry, I swear I thought it was turned off when I left...”

Your eyes can’t help but flutter down to his crotch; his cock is thick and decently sized, but what truly makes your mouth water is how it reddens and twitches when the two of you meet. Oh, how you like nice cocks. How you need one in your life— isn’t he gonna cover himself or something, though?

“Uh, nice to meet you. Anybody cares to explain what the hell is going on?” you finally blurt out, a bit tired of their antics and dying to just have something else to look at. “I’d like to go back home as soon as possible.”

The woman takes a deep breath. “This is it, ma’am— this is what your husband wanted you to keep—”

“My name is Jimin, ma’am. It’s my pleasure to meet you.”

You don’t listen and turn around towards her:

“He... wanted me to adopt this guy?”

“That’s not a ‘guy’, ma’am, it’s Jimin, or subject JM13, a robot. Your ex-husband had been working on it for five years until now,” the notary continues, finally making himself noticed.

Five years? That means he was already working on it during the last years of your marriage. Weird.

“He was planning on selling the design to a company for the massive production of, er, sex androids.” Mrs Im’s voice goes meeker and softer as she speaks, perhaps ashamed of her words. Honestly? Same. Fucking sickhead. You stare at the so-called Jimin in disbelief. “However” – you look up back at her when she continues – “he seemed to change his mind at some point and decided to keep it and make you its guardian if something ever happened to him.”

“And what am I supposed to do with a... sex robot, if I may know?”

Mrs Im walks up to the big table in the centre of the room and picks up a bunch of papers just to read them leisurely. Then she puts them back on the surface and sighs.

“Can I be honest with you, ma’am?” You nod, though a bit hesitant. “Just take it. Sell it off if you want, there wasn’t anything that forbids you on the will. Or keep it; it can clean, cook, and fuck your brains out if you want. Do whatever you want, I just wanna be over with this case already. Your psycho ex has been giving me a headache ever since you sued him after your divorce.”

You need a couple of seconds to process it all, but you quickly come to the conclusion that she’s just as tired of this business as you. And maybe a hand or two at home won’t be so bad after all.

But it’s so spooky – he looks just like a person.

“So, its name is Jimin?” you ask as you walk up to the standing figure in front of you. You don’t need to tilt your head to look at him.

“So it seems.”

“I guess you’re coming home with me, Jimin. I just hope these two know how you work,” you say then, glancing at them.

“I’ll be happy to help, ma’am.” Jimin’s voice is probably the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard; it slithers into your mushy brain and pools on your tongue with the craving of saying his name out loud yourself – Jimin. “Thank you for keeping me. I will do anything I can to be of assistance to you.”

“I’m sure you will... Come on, let’s go home. By the way, don’t you come with instructions or something?”

Jimin laughs boyishly. “I’m automated, ma’am.”

“Well, there is one thing that you might want to know, though...” The woman butts in with the papers in her hand and reads, “If it ever puts you in danger and ignores direct instructions, you can always press the small switch behind his left ear. It will proceed with the complete shutdown of its system until you decide to turn it on again. In case you are being immobilised, just say out loud its name along with ‘shutdown’ and it will turn itself off.”

As soon as they’ve handed you some clothes for him and given you the little instructions Jimin needs to function, you find yourself closing the door of the side of the car where he’s sitting right now before you head to the driver's seat.

It’s true that you don’t trust this thing in the slightest, especially knowing who created it. But you’re determined to find out what has your ex-husband planned for you and why he decided he wanted you to keep Jimin out of all the people he knew. Maybe he’s not dead and is watching you right now through a peephole in the android’s eyes? Maybe he’s not done making your life miserable yet.

“Ma’am—!”

Jimin takes the wheel in time before your car takes a turn, neglected during the short but strong while you’ve been sulking in your thoughts.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” he asks you then, looking at you with concern as you take over the wheel again. “Would you rather I drove instead?”

“No, it’s... It’s okay, Jimin, thank you.”

“Your heart is beating fast, ma’am. Am I making you uneasy?”

You roll your eyes with a shameful sigh. “Uh, maybe a little. But it’s not your fault— you just have a creator with kind of a nasty name.”

“You used to sleep with my Master, I know.”

“Yeah... I mean,” you blurt out, now a bit bashful, “we were married. It was a bit more serious than just sleeping together – unfortunately.”

But then you realise— how on earth does this robot know who you are?

“Did he talk about me?”

“He talked about you quite often.”

You take a breath. “And what would he say?”

“My Master... wanted me to know how much he loved you,” Jimin says half-heartedly.

So, he just built himself a friend. One that couldn’t run away from him – pathetic. But Jimin doesn’t seem too fond of him, so you relish in the idea that your ex couldn’t even keep his handmade friends.

“He didn’t love me,” you spit out. “That nasty thing wasn’t love.”

It’s pretty much pointless to try and explain what love is to a robot, so you just tighten your grip on the wheel. For the rest of the ride, you stay in complete silence, and Jimin respects that you don’t want to talk.

“Uh, I guess you won’t need a bedroom? Or do you?”

Jimin takes a look around, inspecting the entrance hall of your house. “It’s better for my hardware to rest on a bed when I’m on standby, ma’am.”

“And... when do you switch to stand-by?”

“Once you go to bed,” he replies with a smile. “But I react to loud noises and turn back on in case there’s an emergency.”

Oh, so you get a full-time bodyguard in the package too. Cool – you guess.

“In that case, you can have the guest room. My room is upstairs— well, I’ll show you around now. Follow me.” Naturally, Jimin does as told and walks behind you as you guide him through the rest of the house. “My office is at the end of the corridor. I need to focus when I’m working, so please, don’t make too much of a fuss if you’re around this part of the house.”

“May I know what’s your profession?” Jimin asks on his way back to the kitchen.

“I’m... I draw comics,” you murmur. “It’s a pretty boring job since I started working for a publishing company, but the pay is really good— and I work at home a lot, so I’d also prefer if you didn’t disturb me when I’m in there unless there’s an emergency.”

You go to grab the kettle to make yourself some tea, but he gently takes it from your hand and beckons you to take a seat instead.

“Please allow me, ma’am.”

Pulling your hands away, you let him take charge of your tea and sit down. It’s oddly nice, but there’s a little voice in your head nagging you for taking advantage of a robot. As if that’s even possible. However, the voice slowly fades as Jimin prepares your tea, your eyes fixed on the way the muscles of his back bulge and tense under the flimsy fabric.

Well, your ex-husband did a pretty decent job with this one.

“There you go, ma’am. Would you like some cream with it?” he asks again with that angelic voice of his. You just shake your head. “What would you like me to do now?”

“Oh, nothing, really.” You fidget on your spot, awkwardly taking the teacup between your fingers.

“Please— I want to be of service.”

At his insistence, you nod weakly. “Well, I guess the kitchen could use some maintenance... And I think the microwave is broken. Can you... do something about that?”

Jimin nods fervently and, after asking you where can he find the tools, he gets on with the job. You can just watch him in awe as he dusts the windows, fixes your microwave, and puts a pair of flowers that apparently had been in your dining hall all this morning in a China vase. Again, you’re too perplexed to regret your decision.

Somewhere after dinner – which clearly was made by Jimin and was basically the best bite you’ve had in a while – your doorbell rings in the middle of the house’s pre-slumber silence.

You rush to the door before he can do anything. “I’ll go, you stay here.”

When you reach the entrance hall and open the door, you see Taehyung standing in front of the gate, checking impatiently the watch on his wrist.

“Y/N! What’s wrong with you?” he whines through the intercom. “Open up! Didn’t you get my texts?”

God, you’ve just realised that you’ve been so busy with the funeral, the will, and handling this peculiar new inhabitant in your house that you haven’t checked your personal phone since lunch.

“Sorry—”

“Hey, I was mad worried,” he mutters, coming in without needing to be invited. “How did it go? What did the notary say? Did the psycho leave you—?”

Judging by your friend’s sudden silence, you figure he’s just noticed the new face standing in the middle of the hall. Taehyung’s grimace turns from shock to confusion, and from confusion to some kind of sly understanding.

“Sorry,” he chirps, “didn’t know you had company. I can come back later if you want.”

“Actually— I think you should know this.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows and offers Jimin his hand for a shake. “Really? Ah, I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you. Wow, your hands are so soft! What lotion do you use?”

“Listen, this is what my ex left for me in his will. His name is Jimin.”

“This? You mean... that he’s his adopted child or something?” your friend retorts with a grimace. “Or a protégé?”

“No, he’s a robot.”

But he just lets out a laugh. “You’re kidding me.”

“God, I’m being serious— Jimin, can you show him?” The android obediently turns around and lifts his shirt, revealing a plug that sinks all the way into his lower back. “See? I know it looks like a fucking joke because I’m still trying to process it all – but he is.”

Switching his eyes from him to you, Taehyung finally grabs your arm and, excusing the two of you, pushes you into the kitchen before closing the door. “Are you nuts? So, they told you your psychotic ex-husband built a robot that you could take as a housekeeper and you fucking brought it in? What is wrong with you—!”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you cut him off. “I know there’s something fishy about this. But I want to find out what.”

“If this is about—”

“Of course it is,” you cry out then and bury your face in your hands.

You need to know – you need to know if he was to blame after all or if you actually became a paranoid who dumped her innocent husband and convinced everyone that he was crazy. You need to know if you just pushed him into such a miserable and unjust fate that he had to end his life.

And perhaps Jimin has the answer.

“Whatever, I’ll keep an eye out on him. Just one creepy thing, Y/N,” Taehyung grunts as he opens the kitchen door to walk out. “One creepy thing and he’s a dead robot.”

You roll your eyes with a half-hearted grin and follow him back into the living room.

Jimin looks up from the floor. “I... I understand that my Master did bad things to you, ma’am— but I swear I’d never hurt you. I’d rather die myself.”

You decide not to answer or react to his puppy eyes. Then your friend claims to be too busy to stay – although he does make you promise that you’ll call him if anything happens – and you see him off with the shadow of Jimin standing behind you.

“Dude, it’s so fucking realistic,” Taehyung grunts before getting in his car.

Once the two of you are alone in the house again, you tell him that you’re going to take a bath to wash away every single ounce of stress from today. He nods with a smile and watches you enter the bathroom; it’s modern and large, your silhouette reflecting weakly on the black and white tiles. A spacious bathtub rests in the middle of the room.

You sit on the marble edge as you watch the steamy water fill up the tub.

When there’s enough water and the ceiling of the room is cloudy with steam, you take off your clothes, drop them onto the floor, and finally, sit down. Just that makes you let out a groan of pleasure, the feeling of the hot water licking on your limbs washing all your worries away.

You’ve always thought that there’s something oddly erotic in bathing – whether it’s just the freedom of being naked in the tub or all the possible ways one can be served and tended to.

After you wrinkle like a raisin, you decide it’s time to come out and get on with your evening; still a bit dizzy from the illegally amazing bath, you stand up to hop out of the tub, with the misfortune of slipping on some pool of water on the floor.

You fall on your backside, twisting your arm in the way.

“Oh, fuck! Shit!”

Somehow you manage to get up and pick up the remaining pieces of your dignity. Still, there’s a throbbing pain in your arm that means you most probably should have it checked.

And, of course, Jimin suddenly bursts in without knocking. “Ma’am? Are you all right—?”

His eyes immediately slide down your figure, fixing on your breasts, and you cover yourself up as an instinct.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” you grunt, ignoring the pulsing pain. “I, uh, slipped and fell. But I’m okay, don’t worry. Could make it out alive...” God, what on earth are you doing? You don’t have to cover up for him, he’s just a pile of circuits and microchips. “I’m fine.”

Slowly – tauntingly almost – you move your hands away from your breasts, feeling a tingle in the pit of your stomach when they softly move forward. You also uncover your crotch, and you’ve never felt so deliciously bare before. Jimin’s eyes flicker down to your perked nipples, he drinks up the sight of your figure for a slight second before he pulls himself back together and holds the towel out for you.

“Can you lift your arm, ma’am?”

You sigh. “No, it hurts too much,” you grunt then as you spin it. Great, now you’ll have to drop by the hospital to check if you broke anything. “I, uh— I need the towel.”

“Allow me.”

After staring into his eyes with defiance for five exhausting seconds, you raise your arms a bit, enough so it won’t hurt, so that Jimin can dry you.

Like the touch of a feather, he runs the towel against the skin of your shoulders first. Delicate, the cotton hugs you, it brushes you softly. Soon, he’s done with your arms and moves down to your breasts. It almost feels like his breath hitches at the contact of your mounds, LED-lit irises fixing on your nipples. If you were a bit more insane, you’d swear there’s some sort of sexual tension between the two of you.

But, of course, you’re not that insane yet.

Jimin was made to resemble a human— and he does, almost perfectly. A fairly good looking one on top of that. So, it’s normal that your realities are mixed up. Your coochie doesn’t know his robocock is made of microchips.

You have to stop yourself from thinking any further about Jimin’s cock. It won’t do you any good.

The contact of his fingers with your nipples, though separated by the towel, sends a shiver down your spine, and you shift in front of him.

Jimin does a very meticulous job as he kneads your breasts and brushes the fabric against them, eyes never leaving the view. For a second he sticks out his tongue, but it seems that – for some reason – he was just wetting his lips.

Then he drops to his knees, and it catches you off guard. Your core pulses at the unfathomable thought of having his tongue lapping at your wet folds, but you’re quick to hush them away.

“I should take you to a hospital, ma’am,” Jimin says softly, eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You can swear his breath feels hot. “Maybe you hurt your arm seriously.”

It’ll be a complete mess if you have, honestly. You need to hand in the sketches of your new work in a couple of weeks. A work that doesn’t even have a plot yet if you may add. So, obviously, you just can’t afford more delays.

Jimin finishes worshipping your legs dry after he asks you to sit down; you actually give it a thought at some point – you could tell him to bend down and eat you out until you’ve soaked his face and no one would be there to judge you. You could tell him to lie on the floor and let you ride his automatic cock until his stupid circuits break down. Not that you wouldn’t absolutely love it.

What a pity you’re too sane to do it.

Jimin shifts uncomfortably between your legs, eyes wandering and roaming around like crazy, before he gets up— and you swear, you swear there’s a slight tent in his crotch. You swear you saw it just now. Is that normal? Is it some kind of reaction programmed into his automatised body or something?

“Okay, let me just get ready and we’ll head out—” You turn around, realising something. “Damn it... Ugh, I forgot I brought the hamper down to the kitchen to do the laundry... Mind dumping it for me? I still have to dry my hair.”

Obviously, he nods with a gentle smile, but his eyes shift to red when he finally has your underwear in his hand; you decide not to give it much importance, though.

Since you asked him to look into your room in case there were any other dirty clothes lying around, Jimin turns the doorknob and slithers in like a shadow. It’s the first time he’s in your room – and the smell is mind-blowing; everything is imprinted with your fragrance, everything has been touched by you, everything has your essence all over it. Oh, he wanted to meet you so bad.

Not as reluctantly as he should, he can’t help pressing your underwear against his nose. It too smells like you.

You were so close just now, your warmth, your wet heat standing right in front of him. It makes something tickle within all his cables and microchips, makes him need and desire you in a way that he’s never felt before. Nothing could’ve ever prepared Jimin for the feeling of finally having you in front of him.

This smell that overwhelms each of his sensors, the fragrance of your skin that he got to learn so well, your luscious lips moving as you’d talk to him, your hands, so soft— you had invaded every single corner of memory he had prepared for when Jimin finally got to meet you in the flesh.

Now, he knows it’s wrong. He knows that giving in to his desire for you is not part of his plan. But God, how can he resist the urge, the yearning?

With a swinging movement, Jimin cups his hardening crotch; the contact is slight, but it’s enough to make him sigh and close his eyes to project images of those sweet memories. He pictures you lying on the mattress as he takes out his cock – with your legs parted and hooked around his head as he dips his tongue into your dripping slit. He wraps his wet muscle around your clit and sucks, making you clench around nothing, making you want him. A whimper escapes from your parted lips, it feels too good not to make a sound. Jimin laps at your folds deeper, wants you to remember the feeling of his tongue against your cunt forever.

The sensors in his cock thrill as he humps his hand, your panties shoved into his mouth.

It’s like a vine creeping up his throat and wrapping around it, would leave him breathless. His system wasn’t ready for this ecstatic craving, he needs to buck his hips faster and squeeze the sensitive tip.

He takes out his cock, craving more. Now fucking into your underwear, his cock slides between the folds, and Jimin comes with a pitiful mewl a second later. His artificial cum soils the already damp fabric with the frustrating, half-hearted feeling that it’s your pussy he’s filling up.

It spurts on his fingers too, so Jimin licks them clean before standing up to throw the panties into the washing machine for once and for all. Excitement bubbles up inside of him.

He was made for loving you, after all.

There are only two things that comfort you right now.

The first one is that, even though you hurt your left wrist, you need only the right one to draw. The second is that Jimin the android is here to do literally everything you want.

From taking out the garbage to cooking to massaging your feet or fixing the wobbly leg of your drawing table, he’s always ecstatic to help. For real, it almost feels as if you’re the one doing him a favour when you let him make your bed. It only gets weird when you need his assistance to do things like getting dressed or taking a bath, but Jimin is a robot, after all; it’s all in your touch-deprived head.

“Yeah, I see what you mean... But I can’t really change that, it’d create a plot hole; there’s a scene in the seventh chapter...”

Right now you’re having an online meeting with your editor, discussing the work you’ve been crushing your head off for. It’s six in the morning, you’re gonna need a whole lot more coffee to get through the rest of the day— and yet there she is, breaking you down like a truck. She’s not one for giving you any slack.

“A plot hole?” she repeats in disbelief. “You’d need a plot for that in the first place.” You let out a sigh. “Look, I’m sure these past few days have taken a toll on you, Y/N, but we need you to come up with something. The agency’s patience has a limit. You could try to spice things up a bit? Work on something more mature—? Maybe this is all just an artistic block.”

You frown, sipping your coffee. “Uh, mature? Meaning?”

“I’m not saying you go write a BDSM meaningless bestseller or anything, but... something mature readers could be interested in. Maybe you’ve just grown out of YA adventures for the time being.”

“Are you asking me to draw porn?” you retort with a snort. “That’s low. You know I like light-hearted stories. Besides, what could I write about? All I’d come up with would be raunchy stuff.”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? Well, boyfriend, partner, fling— whatever.” Tilting your head, you wonder what the hell is she talking about, but then you notice Jimin’s back on your screen as he makes you another coffee. “Can he hear me—? You know, sexual themes can be very profound too.”

As deep as you’d like to, you think to yourself. But you don’t wanna picture Jimin in any kind of story that is in any way related to ‘more mature stuff’, so you just shake your head. That’s enough nonsense for a meeting at six in the morning.

Because well, ‘lonely girl starts living with a sex robot and eventually goes on having kinky sex with it’ sounds lame as fuck. And pathetic. It’s pretty humiliating already to realise you’re in that picture right now, at this stage of your life, in this economy.

“Well, I better get going— I have a meeting in half an hour. We’ll talk later.”

And, beep— the screen goes black, she’s gone.

“Your coffee, ma’am.” Jimin’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts; he’s eyeing you intensely as he puts the mug down on the counter, almost as if he’s trying to get something out of you.

“Thanks. Can you pass me the honey—? Don’t bother, I can do it myself.”

Bitch, as if.

As soon as you take the spoon of out the jar, a jolt of pain pierces through your bad arm, and it slips off your fingers. Now they’re sticky with honey and you’ve made a fool of yourself. What a great way to start your already awful morning.

“I—”

Jimin takes your hand, not too roughly as to come off as rude, but rightly enough for you to suspect there’s something going on with him.

His stare is intense, red LED-lit rings piercing through yours in search of something, some reaction, some form of permission. The honey drops down your digits as a warning, now or never. Your heart beats painfully fast in your chest, threatening to burst right through your ribcage and onto his lap.

“Lick it clean,” you rasp. “All of it.”

Like your words are magic, Jimin rushes to part his lips so that you can put your fingers into his mouth. Funnily enough, it’s hot and wet, and you almost think you’ve heard him whimper.

Your core pulses, suddenly empty and craving something to clench around. As he keeps lapping at your digits oh-so thoroughly, you have to rub your thighs together, you hope he won’t notice. Could he, though? Can Jimin understand that he’s turning you the fuck on?

And then it sinks in.

Of course it feels hot and makes you tingle. Of course he acts like this— that is the sole purpose of his existence, to desire whomever he’s programmed to. He’s a robot, a machine. He follows cryptic orders.

But then again, as his tongue swirls around your fingers and he sucks the honey off them, you can’t help feeling the urge to bend him down on the table and ride his cock. Even if that’s pretty much the point, the craving you’re feeling comes off as terribly sad. After all, you just want to part your legs and order him to fill up this emptiness he’s provoked in you.

With a rather jerky move, you pull your fingers out of Jimin’s mouth, and he licks his lips immediately, sultry eyes looking up at you.

“T-that’s enough, you can stop,” you groan.

He gets up with a weak nod, perhaps waiting for you to ask for more, to order him to touch you, to kiss you, to pleasure you— but those words never come out of your mouth, and you get up quietly with your coffee in your hand.

“I’ll be… working in my studio,” you murmur. “Don’t disturb me unless it’s an emergency.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You call Yoongi as soon as – you think – you’re out of his hearing range. Not that he’s not a high-tech android perfectly equipped to eavesdrop on your conversation – you doubt he even has to eavesdrop, could perfectly well just be standing in a room on the other side of the house and still able to hear your every word.

He says he’ll show up in maybe half an hour, and you get the chance to work a bit on one of your drafts, although to no avail because your brain is dry, and ask Jimin if he can bring up some more coffee. By the time you’re done, he comes into the room with Yoongi walking behind him.

“How’s your wrist?” he asks while Jimin pours the required sugar, and you hold out your hand. Maybe you’re going crazy, but he’s so indifferent to your conversation that it totally looks like he’s eavesdropping. “Looks much better.”

You nod and glance at the android. “That will be all, thank you,” you murmur.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jimin leaves the two coffees on your table and leaves with a smile.

“Jesus, it’s like having, uh, well— it’s a fucking robot in your house,” he muses. “Are you sure this is still a good idea? Keeping an artificial intelligence made by your looney husband at home.”

You cock an eyebrow. “It was never a good idea, especially when you put it like that.”

“But…?”

There is always a ‘but’ with you, though.

“But maybe Jimin is my only way to find out if… he really did all those things,” you finish with a weak voice.

Threatening your co-workers, blackmailing your boss to get you to work from home more often, keeping your family away from you with lies and ploys. To know that his sobs and pleas were all lies, his way to guilt-trip you into forgiveness. His way into your head and heart, to mess with it, churn and mould it into one of his experiments. To him, you probably were never anything but that – another one of his wicked creations.

Maybe it’s stupid and pathetic that you’re grasping at straws to redeem and excuse him.

When the silence weighs in, Yoongi turns around to take his phone out of his jacket, almost knocking his coffee over. You gasp and get up to save the precious mug from a fatal fall that would have totally crashed it into pieces and immediately sneer at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t—”

“Be careful!” you cry out. “It’s my favourite mug.”

Yoongi frowns, taking the piece to inspect it with a judging look. “This? It’s literally the tackiest, ugliest mug I’ve ever seen.”

He’s probably referring to the awful pink glitter and the even shinier ‘there’s a chance this is vodka’ written on it. Of course, it’s never vodka, but it sounded so funny it made you chuckle when you walked past the shop during a promenade with your husband. You told him about it after coming home, and even though he didn’t seem too interested, he was listening since you found it lying on the kitchen counter the next morning.

Your husband never mentioned it again, or ever for that matter. It’s one of those little gestures that fill you up with guilt and remorse.

In some way, he did care about you. At least at some point in your relationship.

“Anyways,” Yoongi murmurs then, moving the mug to the centre of the table for its own sake, “it’s up to you. Just make sure to keep an eye on it, and if you notice something weird going on, don’t just think ‘it’s a coincidence, okay?”

Not that you’d ever think that, would you? You consider yourself pretty aware of the risks you’re taking; you just consider them worth it if it means you’ll discover some of the truth.

And then Yoongi frowns, staring at you. “But— why do I have the feeling you weren’t panicking because of that?”

“Okay…” You look down, into the dark liquid in your mug, as you muster the courage and get rid of the embarrassment. “So, let’s say I started to— let’s say I started to, hm, find Jimin too attractive for my own good?” Your voice turns into a whisper, afraid he’ll hear you – that’s literally the last thing you’d want him to know. “Like, seductive.”

“I’m not really surprised. I mean, isn’t Jimin a sex robot? I guess that’s what it was made for, so that just means it works,” he says instead, shrugging his shoulders.

“But then, uh, should I give in?”

You’ve come to the conclusion that, regardless of how you try to act, Jimin is going to turn you on.

Maybe he’s just too good at this, maybe you’re in need of a good fuck, or maybe you are in fact a pervert who finds the fact that he’s a robot a huge turn-on. Whatever it is, you can’t really go on living like this and pretending he’s just a friend who lives and hangs with you.

Jimin’s making dinner right now, a casserole to warm you up despite summer being around the corner. With his back turned to you, you see from your spot on the couch how his shoulders flex and contract as he moves around the kitchen. He stirs the stew and brings the ladle to his lips to check the flavour, groaning in approval.

But some of the stew splashes out and stains his hand, so he turns around to fetch a cloth. Seeing there’s nothing around, he then brings his hand up to his lips to lick it clean. His plump lips move against the skin, tongue flickering. It almost looks like he’s kissing it, and your core tingles.

Work. Yes, you need to focus and work on something productive.

Whenever he’s in your field of vision, you feel the stupid urge to touch him, kiss him, wonder how it would feel if you’d let him touch you at least once. The possibility is so real, just one word, that they terrify you.

Dinner is ready not long after, and the two of you eat in silence. It’s weird that Jimin eats at all, but he’s told you that it’s for the sake of his performance, to make things more natural; it’d be off-putting to just have a human-looking robot standing in front of you and watching you eat for a whole meal, and he’s right.

You have no idea how he eats and digests, though; there’s still so much you don’t know about him yet.

The way he’d put the chopsticks in his mouth, how he’d lick the spoon clean, the eye contact as he’d recreate such human gestures for your pleasure. It all was literally on purpose.

By the time you’re done eating, Jimin is already starting to clear the table. You thank him for making such a delicious dinner and get up to get some work done. Honestly, you need to be alone more than anything; alone to process how fucking turned on you are right now.

“Hell…” You close the door of your studio behind your back and let out a heavy sigh. “Let’s at least get on with the drafts.”

Draft, my ass. It’s barely a bunch of sketches and some oddly timed strips without any plot. You really can’t hand this over to your editor if you want to keep your artistic dignity, but all you can think of are Jimin’s luscious lips, Jimin’s slim body, Jimin’s thighs, Jimin’s voice, Jimin’s smile, Jimin’s eyes shutting tight when he smiles at you. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. You’re a pathetic little thing who’s losing it for the resemblance of a man.

But why does it arouse you at the same time? Why do you get wet when you think about how lewd and low you’re acting? You tell yourself it’s ridiculous, but you’re dying for him to just kneel before your spread legs and eat you out.

Your hand moves on its own, your brain still wandering mindlessly around unlikely situations.

Breasts, thighs, lips, neck, the curve of a lower back sitting down, whispers, soft chuckles filled with secrecy, intimacy in the palm of a hand, kisses down the shoulder, hands venturing to touch and stroke and imprint its marks of adoration on the skin of a loved one.

When you come back, you notice they resemble you and Jimin; this is what you’ve been suppressing for weeks. Craving and longing for his touch.

Maybe this is the perfect way to unwind your frustration. You can let your imagination go wild, reflect on this confusing situation on paper, let it unravel and rebel before your eyes. After all, true artistry comes from honesty, doesn’t it? Aren’t all artists obsessed with their muses in some way? You’ll let Jimin pester your dreams for a bit longer.

You draw some sketches, key settings that you’ll use to close the plot later – if there will be a plot in the first place, of course. That doesn’t have to be entirely bad. Steamy scenes and a playful tug-of-war between guilt, obsession, and pure lust sounds good too.

The way Jimin licked your fingers clean, you know he eats pussy like a champ. He’d be so good, slurping and desperate and thirsty for your juices. Maybe a bit unhinged, hands gripping your thighs because he needs to shove his face in between.

There must be a range of stimulation to set his arousal off, right? Like, there must be things that turn him on, and maybe even a level to get him overwhelmed.

Picturing it your head gets too real when you rub your thighs together, stifling a groan. You need him to touch you, but you need to touch yourself for that matter. Sneaking a hand beneath your pyjama shorts and underwear, you stroke up and down your folds, smearing your wetness before you sink your fingers into yourself.

Legs folded and heels steady on the chair, you swing your hips and help to start working yourself open. It doesn’t feel half as good as you know Jimin’s cock would, but you can only picture him kneeled down and fingering you with his eyes glued to your reactions.

“Fuck— ah, s-shit, so good…” you moan.

Your other hand sneaks beneath your shirt to play with your nipple. Arching your back into your touch, it all gets faster, messier, impatient.

When your thumb comes to rub your clit, it feels harder to keep quiet. Fuck, you really want to have sex. With Jimin, only with him. You want to fuck him against this drawing table until you’ve creamed his cock, see your ex-husband’s talents recreating human pleasure.

With your mouth forming an O and your breast gripped in your hand, you come around your fingers, perhaps making more noise than you should.

As you come down from your high, you stare at the lewd results of your lust: two figures writhing and tangled around each other, bodies seen through the gaze of desire, warm loneliness mixed with the boiling fear of vulnerability. Jimin would never judge this, you realise. He can’t. He was made for loving you – or anyone – to an obsessing point, right now you’re his only one. You’ve fulfilled him.

Pretending nothing happened, you put the draft in a folder and keep the steamier ones in one of your drawers – maybe you’ll show them to your editor someday. Then you go to bed, luckily not running into Jimin.

The next morning, he’s making breakfast by the time you come down, hair done and confident in your outfit. But you overslept today, so you’re in such a hurry that you can only apologise for skipping such a lovely meal, and you run to get in your car. It makes him want to pout, but he’s better than that.

Jimin likes to tidy up around the house when you’re not home. He always feels like an inconvenience when it’s time to clean the room you’re in, so he always makes sure to schedule the cleaning around your activities. His bedroom first, always, and then the kitchen. Then he’ll sort it out through the day.

The food he made this morning goes into the fridge, knowing you’ll pounce it as soon as you’re back. The coffee, however, goes down the drain since it’s pointless to keep it. He’ll make you another one, he’ll make you as many coffees as you want.

One mug, two mugs, three, four, five, s— where your mug? Your favourite one, that is. It’s not with the others, and it’s not in the pile of dirty dishes either. Maybe you had a coffee last night and forgot it somewhere?

After looking in the living room, your bedroom, and the terrace, Jimin makes his way down the corridor.

The door to your studio always feels intriguing and threatening; you’ve never exactly forbidden him from going in, but it’s your den, your personal hideout. It feels like he’s intruding.

As always, the first thing Jimin notices as he walks in is the everlasting chaos lingering in the place. You never bother to tidy up after yourself as you work, and he gets so few chances to work on it that it’s almost always like this; his instincts scream that he gets down to business.

First, the mug.

Yes, he’ll fetch your mug and come back once he’s done with the kitchen.

Jimin catches the scent of coffee floating somewhere in the room, but there’s something else too, a heavier, sweeter smell that grabs his whole attention.

And then it downs on him – that it’s the scent of your arousal. You’ve touched yourself here.

Shaking his head, though, he pushes the thought to the back of his mind and decides that he’ll deal with that later. Now he needs to get on with his chores so that everything will be ready by the time you’re back home.

He finds the missing mug on one of the side tables, but the mess is too icky, he can’t help the urge to clean up a bit around the place, it’s almost an instinct in him. Just clearing the tables and opening the windows, and maybe sweeping the floor, that’s it. The bare minimum to keep a well-balanced level of hygiene.

After working on the side tables and tidying up the cupboard, Jimin moves on to your sketching table.

There are so many paper sheets and drawings scattered, even on the floor, messily pinned to the surface, marks of pencil and eraser crumbs all over the table. He squats to pick them up, dodging the half-opened drawer. He should close it before you hurt yourself.

When Jimin grabs the handle, the view of a naked figure catches his eyes. The natural need to know more, more of you, more of your desires – it all makes him open it completely and grab the paper.

The sketches are too little connected to each other to make any plot out of it, but the female character resembles you.

And the male looks just like him.

There’s this scene where she asks him to take off his shirt and sees the plug on his lower back, exactly where Jimin’s is. Just like him, he’s a robot. The sexual tension between the two of them is palpable. Is this what you feel about him? Tense and guilty and teetering on the edge every time you look at him?

Until he checks the next paper and sees that this one is longer. In fact, the scene takes more than five pages, far more than the other unconnected short scenes.

It all starts with her going to bed, probably picking up after a stressful moment. She’s wearing nothing but a flimsy tee and panties, the focus on the shape of her breasts too delicious and obvious to ignore. Yours bounce like that too, so naturally.

The android opens the door and stands in the middle of the dark. Somehow, it doesn’t feel creepy, just— anxious. He can read the mixed feelings in his stare, the same guilt consuming her.

He probably just walks up to her resting body to admire her, maybe smell her scent. A speech balloon pops up, he’s thinking about how he knows she wants to be pleased, how her boyfriend left her wanting this evening after parting ways. He doesn’t touch her like he could, too lazy, too stupid, too clumsy.

His Master was the same – obsessed with you but for all the wrong reasons. A projection of his hurt human ego and the urge to control you because everything else was out of his reach.

The male character now starts to nuzzle her neck, take in her fragrance. Playful hands sneaking under the clothes, she sighs and turns around, splayed on the bed for him. He immediately cups one of her breasts and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking with hunger.

She locates the pleasure in her dreams and remains asleep, much to his frustration.

His hands roam down her waist and hips, worshipping her tender flesh and naked thighs. With a trail of peppered kisses down her stomach, he ends up crouched between her legs, tongue hanging out before he licks down her clothed folds. She groans, almost waking up, and it doesn’t take too long of having her cunt lapped at for her to do it.

What— what are you doing?

Let me please you, Master. I beg you. I know how wet you are, I could touch you in ways he never could. I’m a servant to your pleasure.

Jimin automatically drops the papers to shove them back into the drawer. Your scent is still heavy in the sensors of his nose, and the memory of your arousal against his tongue has not gone away – and never will.

And now he knows you want him as much as he wants you.

His system reacts instantly, the idea of you desiring him activating every mechanism as his body warms up and his cock starts getting hard. Buried in your cunt, swallowed by your pretty lips, pumped between your fingers; there are so many things he wants you to do with him. And the things he’d do to see your face scrunched in pleasure, gasps and groans coming out of your pretty lips; the possibilities feel so real now, he can almost touch this new reality.

“Oh—”

The fake flesh twitches when Jimin sneaks his hand under his underwear and wraps it around his cock. It’s leaking so much already, his Master built him well.

Paced and quiet at the beginning, he soon starts to buck his hips into his first, the friction never enough. Jimin pictures it’s you he’s fucking, that you let him sneak into your bed, wishing for him to touch you and lap at your folds until you’re coming. He doesn’t know yet how his sensors will react to the warmth of an actual person, but he knows yours will be heavenly.

Filling you up, peppering kisses all over your skin while you stroke his head and praise him for being so good – it will all be just as promised, the greatest fulfilment of his existence. You want Jimin to do it, and he’s dying to oblige.

“Ngh— f-fuck,” he gasps. “Ma’am, Y/N, fuck, fuck…”

You’re so beautiful, breasts full and fleshy, hardened peaks when it’s cold. He’d worship your hips and waist, nature made human, finding completion in the welcoming embrace of your legs around his hips. His cum would leak out and drip down your thighs, he could fuck you again and again until you’re satisfied, until you’re content with him.

His hand is now moving at a speed that will soon bring him to climax. With the other resting on the table, Jimin pumps his cock, millions of images in his system.

The dirty sketches in the half-opened drawer stare back at him.

“Oh fuck, there, m-ma’am,” Jimin whimpers and squeezes the tip, “fucking Christ—!”

White, creamy cum spurts out and lands on the table, on his tummy. Some of it even ends up splattered on the floor. Once is enough, he thinks as he forces his hand to stop, riding out his orgasm.

His greedy sensors begin to relax at the lack of stimulation, and Jimin tucks his cock back into his pants so that he can clean up his mess. He came to tidy up and ended up making it all dirtier – what would you think? Would you punish him? It was a mess, after all; dirty, messy, naughty.

But you want him. And you want him now.

“To be honest, Y/N, I wasn’t completely sure you’d even show up, but this is… This is brilliant! Hot, mature, dark, defiant—”

You glow at your editor’s praise, ignoring Yoongi’s judging look. Unlike her, he does know that there is an actual android living in your house whom you find particularly hot. But he’s not going to say anything, not when one of your projects has finally got her approval.

“I’m gonna keep this and hand it to my chief, okay?” she says with a smile.

You shrug. “Sure… I, uh, drew some steamier stuff, but I didn’t bring it here since I didn’t know how you’d react,” you say then, bringing the mug to your lips but noticing it’s empty already.

“Oh! I’ll talk it out with the publisher and give you a heads-up, how does that sound?” your editor continues. “It all depends on the level of explicit content they’ll want to keep for the work, but honestly, it sounds hot as fuck, so I’m sure you’ll be able to explore the topic wholeheartedly. Now—! Take the rest of the day off and go home, get a latte, take a bubble bath, whatever.”

She then grabs her stuff and storms off her office, claiming to have dozens of meetings and things to do. Which is probably true.

“I really can’t believe it – oh, you’re such a whore.”

“Hey!” you groan. “You were the one who told me that I should just… give in.”

“So, did you?” Yoongi asks, collecting the empty mugs and fetching all the papers her boss left behind herself.

“Not with him, but yeah, kinda. I mean, I found some ways to unwind,” you simply reply and help him clean up. “I’ve decided that this new outburst of ideas is too precious to waste.”

Instead of nodding or something, Yoongi just scoffs at you. As if that was the reason. But it’s helping you get over your artistic block, which is good for his job too, so he’s not going to complain too much. Besides, you look more at peace, and that is pretty much all that matters.

It’s almost lunchtime. You decide to call Taehyung, and the three of you meet at a nearby restaurant to have a bite together.

While you are an author and Yoongi is an Assistant Editor, Taehyung is part of the creative team. He designs covers and similar stuff for novels, helps you come up with colour schemes and pallets, and really is overall the eye everyone needs to make things shine their brightest. You met him and Yoongi long before you met your husband, and they’ve been with you ever since.

“The weather is so fine lately!” the youngest exclaims. “Why don’t you throw a barbeque?”

“At my place?”

Taehyung nods and looks at Yoongi for support. “Yeah, why not? Just make the robot do it.” You frown immediately at his words. “What is it now?”

“The android has a name, you know,” you reply.

“And why would that matter? It’s a robot, just a pile of circuits and microchips,” he mumbles, too shocked at your offence. “Even if it looks like a human, it doesn’t make it one, Y/N.”

You don’t know why, really, but it infuriates you to hear him talk about Jimin like that. Maybe you’ve gone a bit too far humanising him— it. Humanising it. But it feels so real when you look at… his eyes, his smile, his lips, his button nose. Something crafted with beautiful skill.

While your husband had made you a monster, he had made Jimin to be a piece of art.

Then, how could you not be angry at Taehyung’s shallow, hurtful words? Whatever love and sorrow were created with, Jimin and you were made from it.

“We all have our coping mechanisms, don’t we?” you finally say, shrugging. Yoongi chuckles next to you. “I don’t see why I can’t live a lie like that until it blows up in my face. Maybe you remember I’ve lusted after way worse men.”

Men, that’s the thing – Jimin is not a man.

Taehyung frowns. “Uh, I thought you originally wanted to pry secrets out of it about your ex.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I think— you’re mixing things up,” he sighs then as he starts playing with his fingers. “Maybe you should get back in touch with your therapist and discuss it with her? – you’re not going to listen to me anyway.”

You decide not to dwell on the subject any further; you want some peace of mind for when you come home to Jimin. He’s always such an expert when it comes to your gestures, can pick up any mood swing in an instant. It was scary at first, but now you’ve come to feel astonishingly natural about it. Maybe you even find it soothing.

It’s past ten when you get home. Not too drunk, maybe a little tipsy. At most – you swear.

Tiptoeing your way through the entrance hall, heels hanging from your hands, you hear the notification sound and take out your phone. You let out a giggle at Taehyung’s idiotic text, but suddenly you’re bumping your face on the wall and letting out a groan of pain.

Just as your wrist is finishing to heal, now you’re hurting your nose? Great.

You whimper a bit more on the floor before you get up and go on your way, still rubbing the bridge of your nose with a frown.

After managing to do your skincare routine and change into your pyjamas – or rather a tee and a pair of panties because Jesus Christ it is hot – you tuck yourself into your bed with a smile, glad to finally find yourself ready to sleep. Not a single worry or concern in your head, just the utter joy of knowing that tomorrow you won’t have to face any troubles.

And just like that, you fall asleep. And as always, one thought goes to your mysterious housemate.

He’s all over you, hot breath fanning against your cleavage.

With his hands snuck under your shirt and kneading your breasts, Jimin begins to play with one of your nipples and profusely watches your reactions, hoping to see you wake up any time soon.

You, however, only groan quietly and arch your back, thighs rubbing together. He’s not getting concerned only because you’re still breathing and you don’t look too pale. Jimin leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and rucks up the fabric, engrossed by the sight of your bare breasts.

He wants to touch every corner of your body, but he wants you to be awake to enjoy it.

Slowly, Jimin makes his way down to the waistband of your underwear. Your smell is so sweet, so intoxicating, each of his sensors is going wild at the mere thought of tasting you; your arousal against his tongue as he laps at your folds, your breasts bouncing as you arch your back, it all makes his fingers tighten on your hips. This desire to melt into your body is consuming him.

Jimin doesn’t need air, but he feels breathless.

His fingertips stroke your clothed folds, feeling them warm already. Arousal soaks the fabric, you’d welcome him so easily. One word from you and he’ll be on his knees ready to pleasure you.

“Hm…” you suddenly let out, turning your head around. Your hips buck, chasing his touch.

This is exactly what you wanted him to do, he thinks as he pulls down your underwear. He will fulfil your fantasy tonight.

As Jimin finds room between your thighs, you stir on the bed, pretty much unbothered for now. You’ll wake up to ecstasy, he’ll make sure you do. The firmest path to your love, he’ll carve it with his teeth if it’s necessary; with his tongue shoved between your legs as he helps his Master find complete bliss.

The trail of thoughts has left him a bit agitated by the time his lips meet your skin. Jimin plays with your inner thighs, kissing the flesh, teasing his sloppy way to your folds while his hands stroke up and down your waist. The sight of your wet heat welcomes him.

His tongue parts your lips, and he grips your butt to spread your legs, giving him better access. He wants you to drown him between your legs, make him yours, claim him. Sucking, licking, lapping at your folds, slurping and flicking his tongue; Jimin watches you move on the mattress once again, a soft moan escaping from your lips. Your thighs hug his head so nicely, and your hips rock against his mouth in a greedy search for that wet, warm pressure.

“What—?” Your eyes widen at the sight of Jimin’s face shoved against your cunt, and you pull your hips away from him in a jerk. He doesn’t try to stop you, crawling instead on top of you. “What the fuck, Jimin!” you let out. “Get away from me!”

You push his face away with your palm, and he backs off without complaint. Jimin ends up sitting on his knees – so poignant and obedient you almost pity him.

His face is still soaked with your arousal. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I thought—”

Jimin cuts himself off, and you’re surprised to see that you’ve managed to leave him speechless. Then, seeing you’re not showing any reaction besides your bated breath, he crawls back to you, and you lie back, unsure about what to do. What is there to do now? He seems insistent, and your core is still pulsing, eager to be pushed over the edge.

“I want to pleasure you, ma’am,” Jimin murmurs, staring down at you with his intense red LED-lit eyes.

They’re almost heart-shaped, seeing the adoration he’s looking at you with. It makes you rub your thighs together again.

Your eyes flicker to the red switch behind his ear for a second.

“Why?” you ask with a thin voice.

This time he nuzzles your neck but you don’t mind. Instead, you have to resist the urge to move your hand from his face up to the crown of his head and pet him. You want to know why would he decide to sneak into your bed and— well, eat you out.

“I… saw the things you drew,” Jimin says, and your cheeks heat up in a mortified blush. “So, I thought they were… us.”

“W-well, you thought— you thought wrong, Jimin—”

He nods weakly and lowers his eyes, perhaps unable to keep eye contact now that he’s failed in his task. You have no idea what his ‘brain’ works like. “Yes, ma’am, I see it now.”

Was it wrong of him? Of course it was. Have you been wishing that he – or you for that matter, were you any braver – would do it? Absolutely yes. Jimin has finally surpassed the line you were even afraid of admitting it was there, and you feel… free; to touch him, to let him touch you, to kiss and be kissed. Maybe this will be your final downfall into madness, so God, let it be spectacular.

“That’s not the answer I was expecting,” you muse, suddenly grinning. “What do you say when you’ve been bad, Jimin?”

His eyes look into yours in search of some kind of hesitation, of some signal that he might be taking your actions the wrong way – again. But you’re staring up at him, a confident look on you, hands stroking the back of his hair as they move to play with the switch.

His body trembles.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I won’t do it again.”

“That’s better.” Your smirk widens, leaving the switch behind to stroke the back of his hair. “Good boy.”

Good boy. Good boy. His whole body goes into overdrive, limps tightening to bend down for a kiss. Good boy. But you don’t want him there, not yet, so you beckon at him to keep going further down, and Jimin gets it instantly, nestling his head between your legs without a question; you’re still dripping wet from his previous ministrations.

His laps at your nub turn sloppy as his flat tongue moves long and slow with broad strokes, there’s saliva running down the corner of his lips again. Jimin wants to savour your wetness until it’s recorded in every chip inside his head.

“Of fuck, oh— Jimin, J-Jimin,” you groan. “Shit! There, just like that—”

This is so much better now that he can hear your voice.

Your sweet voice he’s fantasised so much about, every night since he recalls his own existence. It’s been you, always you, you all over.

With your thighs fluttering around his head, Jimin opens his mouth and starts fucking you with his tongue – a perk about being a robot is that his tongue never tires, like, ever. And he keeps shoving his pointed tongue inside of you again and again, until he pulls away; his chin is soiled with a filthy mix of your arousal and his saliva, whatever that’s made of.

Making eye contact, he slips a finger inside. You’re stretched out enough for it to slide in easily, especially since you’re dripping wet. His tongue keeps flickering at your swollen nub.

“Come up here.”

You finally join for a hard kiss, lips crushing in desperation. The contact leaves you both trembling, eager, expectant. He’s still wearing his pants as he nestles his hips against yours, face buried between your exposed breasts.

You take his hand in yours to pace it, and he gets the clue instantly, curling his finger inside of you.

Knuckles deep, Jimin keeps pumping them in and out carefully, eyes fixed on your face to see what makes you grunt and moan. You tug at his hair, sensors throbbing in excitement at the roughness, when the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens.

“I want you to make me cum,” you say then, staring into his glowing eyes.

“Yes, Master.”

He fingers you while you kiss him, brushing lips together, sucking on his tongue, fingertips massaging your dripping walls and rubbing your sweet spot.

It all feels so real to the touch, you’re slowly sinking into a different world; a world where he’s human and you’re cradling a person in your arms, a world where your heart doesn’t bleed at any resemblance of love. A world where it doesn’t scare you. And it’s all Jimin, hovering over you like a dutiful shadow.

“Master,” he moans against your lips. “F-fuck, I was— I was made for loving you, Master.”

And you were made for being loved by me.

Jimin’s lips clumsily brush against yours, your tongues rolling over each other in a sloppy kiss. Pleasure grips your guts tightly, you can’t help but wish it was his cock instead working you open. Fucking you into what’s probably the best orgasm of your life.

Pleasure seeps into you with a shiver, starting from the crown of your head and taking over the rest of your body. You call for him in a whisper, and Jimin replies chanting your name like it’s a prayer. The way he adores you just pushes you further into your approaching climax. The coiling tension in your stomach engorges and gets bigger, you chase your orgasm against his fingers, his thumb stroking your swollen clit until your guts tighten.

“Shit, J-Jimin, you’re— you’re doing so well,” you groan and sink your teeth into the fake flesh of his neck. “I’m close, I’m close—”

Your hips stutter as they thrust up against his fingers, and Jimin goes faster, trying to separate the delicious sting of your love bite to focus on his arm’s motions. They have to be perfect, exact, and precise to bring you to your climax.

But he lets out a moan of pleasure when your walls clench around his finger; the memories of your warmth around him are foggy and delirious.

His body feels boiling against yours, machinery melting. Whatever his conscience is like, it’s slowly vanishing into pleasure, a mellow taste of honey on his tongue. It’s sweet and intoxicating, just like your touch – just like your hands, crawling right now to his neck to anchor him over you.

Then you go still underneath him, under his cautious stare, and with a grin, you climax around his fingers. You groan his name and claim his lips again, to which he obliges, of course. Your skin is sweaty, and you’re fighting to catch your breath while he worships your body in the afterglow of your orgasm.

Jimin peppers little pecks down your neck and chest with adoration. “Thank you, Master, thank you, thank you—”

Now that you’ve quenched your sickly thirst for the robot, you’ll go on living your normal life. No more nightly encounters, no more delirious feelings of tenderness. You will exist normally from now on.

You’re a liar. A filthy, wicked liar.

Never again, you had told yourself after that night. Letting Jimin eat you out in your own bed until you came not once but three times was one thing. Letting him sleep next to you as he recharged was a bit over the line but still acceptable.

And now here you are, sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs spread open and Jimin’s warm tongue shoved into your cunt. This wicked tryst has been going on for days now, seems to be your chosen pastime ever since. Any time you run into each other at the house, it’s like you get instantly wet and feel that familiar tingling between your thighs, and he’s not even a bit less reactive to you. Whoever reacts first doesn’t matter, the other will act accordingly; it’s as if you were addicted to each other.

Jimin knows your body like the palm of his hand. Knows where to touch you to make you tremble, knows what to say to fuel you. Always so eager to please you.

It’s like your hormones are constantly bubbling up, boiling inside your body pending his presence.

You’re practically fucking Jimin’s mouth with your tongue now. Fingers tangled in his hair, you want him as close as he may be. The feeling of his wet tongue on your cunt still lingers like a throbbing memory.

“Jimin,” you whisper against his lips.

His hands are on the counter, grounding himself. “Yes, Master?” he replies then, following your lips in another kiss.

“You’ve been enough of a tease, don’t you think?” you ask with an arched eyebrow, and Jimin tilts his head to the side, rather confused. “I want your cock now.”

You don’t know why, but you've yet to try him out. All of him, that is. Jimin has proved himself to be worthy of your body and trust, able to worship with each part of his. Except, for some reason, his cock – but you’ve started to suspect why he’s so reluctant to do it.

As Jimin begins to fumble with his pants, his eyes are fixed on yours; it’s the first time you notice him unsure about something, and it makes you shrink in doubt. Your hands find rest on his.

“You didn’t like it,” he murmurs then, “with him.”

How he is aware of that you don’t know. Although he doesn’t refer to him as his Master anymore, you’ve taken over that title now. For Jimin, that sweet, evergreen word will be chained to you forever, and he will honour it. Engraved in his hands, in the pad of his fingers, in the tip of his tongue as he worships you.

You cup his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs. “But you’re not him, are you?”

In a way. You’d be repulsed.

Jimin’s silence confuses you, but you decide not to dwell on it, and so you pull him in for another kiss; you run your tongue over his lips, and he parts his luscious lips to let you in.

With a mischievous grin, you jump off the counter and face Jimin as you play with the waistband of his trousers, making him step back until the two of you slowly fall on the couch. Once you take his cock out, you raise your hips, finally about to feel him.

And then a ringing noise interrupts.

His LED-lit eyes turn into a devious yellowish tone when you pull back to pick up the phone with a groan.

Jimin knows that voice, has seen the guy’s face – Kim Taehyung, the little shit who would hit on you all the time when you were at work. The memories of his face are tinted with an angry red he hasn’t even put there himself, bloody-like and rabid. But the mere thought enrages him, and he doesn’t understand why.

“I know it’s at short notice, and it sucks, but my boss wants us to get at it as soon as possible…”

Seeing Taehyung is still talking, you mouth at Jimin ‘work’ so that he knows you’ll hang up as soon as possible. You love your friend, you really do, but can’t he understand that you’re off work right now?

“Okay, sure, see you. Bye—”

The call has barely finished when he grabs your phone to throw it away. When you turn to demand an explanation, a shiver takes over your body. It’s a feeling of dread, one you’re familiar with.

“Don’t go,” he begs, nuzzling your neck. “Stay home with me, please.”

Warm tears wet your neck, his arms tangled around you. You’re unable to move right now, but you’re not fighting his grip off either, too confused; not aware of the storm of screeching thoughts passing by in his mind, mixed with alien feelings that are rooted deep inside of him.

You’re staring down at him dumbfoundedly when Jimin pulls back. There’s an instinct inside of you screaming to get away, but instead, you wipe his tears.

He grabs his head and looks down with his eyes closed. “I’m— I’m sorry, Master. I-I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” he whimpers then, but it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to you when Jimin starts hitting his forehead. “Forget it! Just forget it, forget it, forget it!”

Your chest feels heavy, and your body feels cold, the heat of the moment nowhere to be seen.

Slowly, you get off of him to pull your pants back up, and he does the same, avoiding your eyes. He doesn’t need to know he’s let you down right now.

But this time, though, you feel bad for him; Jimin is sobbing in a way you’ve heard no one cry before. It’s the purest form of self-inflicted pain you’ve seen, and maybe you only remember your own laments to sound like that. When you’d wake up and look in the mirror just to greet the pitiful reflection of a thrown-away doll.

You coo at him as you leave a kiss on his wet lips. “Shh, it’s okay.” Had it been another person, you wouldn’t be feeling this warmth in the pit of your stomach – but you are, and you want to sooth Jimin’s pain. “I know you didn’t mean it. Just don’t do something like this again.”

The main difference is, your Master never apologised. He always thought that, whatever he’d take with his deadly hands, he was entitled to it. The world owed him adoration.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, nodding.

“How about I turn you off while I’m at work?” you ask him then as you rake your nails through his hair.

“Please… I want to rest.”

With a gentle flick of your fingers, you turn Jimin off for the first time. Watching his body shut down is almost like watching him fall asleep, and you smile sweetly at the sight.

He probably won’t get cold, but you cover him with a cosy blanket anyways. And so you walk out of the house, grabbing your purse on your way. A meeting with the creative department doesn’t sound like fun right now, but actually, you could use some work to blow off this weird feeling inside of you.

Because, how on earth does he know those things? You’ve never told anyone that your ex-husband used to be a complete ape with his cock. Not on purpose, you hope, but Jesus Christ, you’d always have to limp your way to the bathroom afterwards.

Also, he’d always make you dry as hell.

And even though he wasn’t loving, nor a good lover, nor sensitive or caring, he had you in the palm of his hand. You can’t recall a more humiliating feeling than remembering you were in love with him.

The meeting goes, well, just as you expected – boring and way too long. Could’ve perfectly been just an email. But the team is happy to see your project go on, and you’re happy too. In fact, it’s done its job so well that you only remember about Jimin’s odd behaviour today the moment you step back into the house.

Jimin is sitting on the couch, right where you left him.

Looking cherubic and beautiful, you stare at his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his nose, and wonder where did your ex-husband get the inspiration to make him.

You lean in for a kiss on his inert lips as your thumb strokes the switch behind his ear. Naturally, his body doesn’t react in any way to your presence, and you let out a chuckle of frustration, finally turning him back on.

His eyes flutter a bit before he looks at you.

“Hi there, angel.”

Jimin smiles softly at you, nuzzling your hand in search of warmth. How sweet he is, he’s nothing like him. Not a bit.

He claims your cuddles with a gentle tug at your hand, and you sit next to him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. You rake your nails through his hair as you stare into the nothingness, too engrossed in your thoughts.

However, you’re starting to feel weirded out about just how much Jimin knows about you; why would your ex ever tell him about your problems in bed, for example? Judging by his reaction to the call, did he also talk about that time when you flirted with Taehyung perhaps a bit too much, before you confessed you were married and became friends? You don’t think your husband knew about all those things, let alone told Jimin about them.

So, why does he know, then?

What else does he know that you can’t even fathom? Your chest tingles at the prospect of already being bare before him; there are so many things you still feel ashamed of, you don’t want him out of all people to… know.

Besides, you still have no idea why. Actually, you don’t know a thing about Jimin, about his origins, about how or why he was created like this. You had sworn and promised in the past that you had decided to keep him to find out about all of that, and really, you’ve just forgotten about it.

“I just remembered” – you suddenly get up from the couch, and Jimin pouts at the sudden lack of warmth – “I left some sketches in the office. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Will you be back for dinner?” he asks, nonetheless.

“Yes, of course.”

Then you get up to fetch your purse in silence. Once you have everything you need, you wave your hand in goodbye and head to the entrance hall under Jimin’s consuming stare; it’s not watchful, but it really is intense. You feel it burning on your nape.

“Master?” You turn around when he calls you again. “You’re not mad at me about earlier, are you? I don’t know what happened to me, I’m really sorry… I was made to make you happy.”

Made to make you happy, made for loving you. You, you, you. It’s always you with him, like you’re his world. It only makes you frown, but you help the urge and smile instead, wishing it will ease his worries.

“Don’t be, I understand—”

“I’m not like him,” he suddenly says, and you feel cold all over.

“What?” You try to put on a calm face, but what he just said really weirded you out. “W-what do you mean?”

Jimin gets up and walks up to you, gently tugging at your arms. “I’m not like him, I would never be. He was a despicable monster, a-and I know I’m not even human, but— I love you, Master, I love you better than he ever could.” Then he kisses you, and you can’t help kissing him back. “I’ll do better, I promise. I won’t cross you again.”

His words make your stomach churn, but you don’t say anything; you’ve got some heavy work ahead. So, you peck his lips one more time and say goodbye, leaving him standing in the entrance hall all on his own.

It’s luminous, with a sickly white light, just as you remember it. Sterile, made of steel, and eternally silent. Few places give you the creeps like your ex-husband’s lab.

Although the place is not huge, you’re so unfamiliar with it that you wouldn’t even know where to begin with. He surely must have kept a journal of his experiments, right? He was always so keen on writing on paper— but maybe they took it away already.

It’s so weird to think that he’s dead now, though – you always thought him so powerful, so eternal, that death was never in your mind. How could it be when he was the ruler and commander of your life? What would you be without him, you pitiful butterfly? Always his angel, his pretty little thing, his loving wife he was so in love with.

And now he’s dead. Like a pathetic, weak human, he’s dead.

Instead of feeling sad or uneasy about it, it makes you feel good. It feels so, so good to know that he’s rotting somewhere. You hope it hurt.

You move around the room, looking at your surroundings; plans and sketches scattered on tables that no one has bothered to clean, half-made robotic arms, and dozens of inventions displayed on shelves like they’re his prizes.

But contrary to what you expected – or not since you always knew he was a control freak – you find his journals piled up and sorted out by date on one of the shelves at the end. If you remember correctly, Mrs Im said he started working on Jimin five years ago. That is, three and a half years before your divorce, so you look for the notebooks with that year written on them.

“Aha! Gotcha.”

You start revising the first journal, turning the pages as your eyes fly over the letters. Finally, you find the first notes; he mentions a folder with the official project information, but you will look for it later. What you read is more or less what his lawyer told you, the research of android models for sale as sex products.

It feels a little strange to read it on paper, so cold, when Jimin’s presence is so warm.

However, something catches your attention out of a sudden. You read it again to make sure you didn’t misinterpret it, but it’s pretty hard to do it:

The experiments are running smoothly: thanks to my memories, Jimin reacts to basic stimulation, and his sensors work well. Today it hardened only by smelling one of Y/N’s pieces of underwear. It will be a success if I manage to set his arousal on with vaguer objects or smells.

You turn the pages, being met only with shallow comments on the experiment. But you want to see if he mentions you again. What did he mean, ‘his memories’? How could that be possible? And why would he use you out of all people to test Jimin’s… sensors, or whatever he’s talking about?

To check next day: refractory period. Just when I was about to see if Jimin recovers faster when the stimulation is linked to her, she came down to announce her mother had just arrived. I ought to continue the experiment from there.

I hate that old woman; I wish I could get rid of her forever. I know she talks shit about me to Y/N.

Your eyebrow immediately arches at the comment; for years he would cry about how your mother hated him, and it turns out the feeling was mutual. Honestly, at this point, you’re not even surprised.

For the time being, you want to focus on processing the fact that somehow your crazy ex-husband managed to turn his memories into chips, or whatever. You don’t have a clue about these things. To insert them into Jimin and, well, you guess, customise his sexual arousal? Does that even make sense?

Jimin seems to have taken on an odd behaviour lately. It follows Y/N around the house but is aware it must not be seen. It knows of conversations the two of us have had without being present, and even of things not even I knew about; today Y/N showed up with a new mug and thanked me for buying it, but it was not me.

I have also noticed a growing aggressiveness towards me. More verbal than physical, but I am studying the possibility of speeding up the selling.

Suddenly breathless, you limply put the notebook back on the table.

So, it wasn’t him. None of it was, probably. The mug, or the flowers, or those cute notes he’d leave on the fridge wishing you a good day – they had all been Jimin’s. And suddenly you feel so, so fucking relieved.

He had been the problem all along. Not even Jimin, who had his memories, had his wickedness. Jimin was sweet, so he could’ve been too; he just didn’t want to.

And that is all you needed to know.

Then you realise you’ve reached the end of the notebook. You grab the next one, which covers a year and a half and covers your divorce. This is probably the only chance you’ll ever get to know what he was really feeling back then. Or ever, for that matter.

It seems that my memories are a bigger influence on Jimin’s personality than I first thought. It has become obsessed with my wife as if it was in love with her.

I know it was the plan all along, but I cannot help wondering if I have taken it too far.

I have not been fighting to keep her with me so that thing will ruin my chances of staying with her.

You smile fondly as you read it. However, as your eyes reach the last paragraph, you frown with disgust at his words. How could he speak like that of his own creation? Oh, what a heartless man. You cannot help but pity him. A body filled with hatred and fear and pain, he was a good for nothing.

This week I will be conducting no experiments as I ought to see my lawyer.

You quickly turn the page again.

This time, you’re startled as you observe the handwriting; it’s messy, angry, written so strongly that the pen almost ripped the paper. The page underneath is marked, the letters never to be forgotten.

I hate him. I hate him, and I hate her. And I love her. Y/N is mine, Jimin is mine, they are both mine, yet I cannot make them do what I think it’s best.

She fucking left. I would make her such a masterful thing if she’d only let me.

But there’s always that beastly creature stopping me.

Stopping him, how? What did he mean by that?

The next notes don’t feel too interesting; he doesn’t even sound like he’s enjoying himself anymore. The comments are technical, and he noted down some of his thoughts about the companies that had offered to buy Jimin.

But then you realise something.

If he wanted to sell – and it sounded like he was pretty confident about his decision – why would he leave Jimin to you in his will? If he wanted you to stay as far from him as possible.

You’re done with the notebook, so you grab the next one. It seems to be the last one, too; there are no more journals in sight, and it looks like most of the pages of this one have never been touched before. The spine doesn’t look too used either. Maybe he finished the project quickly before he even had the chance to write much?

There’s no way out. Every time, it manages to catch up on me. Wherever I go, it knows. Whatever I do, it knows. It will be standing at the end of the corridor, looking at me, grinning like it knows my darkest secrets. I cannot get out of the house without it knowing, it knows everything. I’m sure it’ll kill me.

If I die, it killed me.

My love, if you ever read this, please know that he is worse than I will ever be. If you’re reading this and I’m gone, know that his hands are dripping with blood, not mine. I know I’m sick, but so are you. We were sick in love, were we not? Loving each other until our souls rotted.

He’s different. He has no soul, no sickness. He doesn’t understand your darkness the way I do.

It makes me full, like an endless cycle. There is no birth without blood, but for him, there was no blood, no guts. He’s as human as I will make him, ripped out from my ribs.

His love is my sickness. Remember it if you ever love him back.

“Master?”

For the first time in a while, you’re terrified to hear his voice.

Turning around, you see Jimin standing at the top of the stairs. You flinch when he takes a step down, so he stops altogether and waits for a reaction, a word, a sound – anything from you, something to let him know you don’t despise him.

“Did you follow me here?” you ask with a frown, too afraid not to be crossed.

“I was worried,” he murmurs. “You left so suddenly you forgot your phone at home… A-and I did think that perhaps you were lying and that you’d be coming here instead.”

And he was right, in a way. But that doesn’t give him the right to follow you. That’s practically stalker behaviour. You’re starting to get the creeps, so Jimin goes all the way down to you and gently takes your hands. You don’t know if you don’t move out of fear or because you’re too comfortable with his touch.

Your voice comes out weakly. “Did you really kill him?”

“Yes,” he says with a smile. “I— I did it for you, Master. He erased my memories, I had to do something. He wanted to take me away from you.”

“So, you killed him,” you repeat, rather to yourself. Nodding slowly, you pull your hands away from his and turn around, needing some air to sort out your thoughts. “Because— because you wanted to stay with me? Why?”

You already know the answer. You don’t believe it yet, you don’t think it possible – but you know what words you’ll hear.

“Because I love you.”

Jimin seems ashamed of it, as he avoids your eyes and decides to stare at the floor instead. Like a boyish love confession on a sunny school day, your delusional body warms up the idea, but he can’t, can he? He can’t love you.

“Jimin,” you call softly, and finally, he looks up from the floor, “when you look at me, do you see me? Me, as a human, as a woman, as a creature? Do you even understand all of that?”

And then he smiles, and your chest blooms. “Yes – and you’re fascinating.”

All those years watching you, sneaking glances of you walking around the house, so close but still so far away. He’d dream of you, dream of you in his arms, him in yours, sharing kisses, pleasuring you the way his Master could not. He’d be careful, he’d be loving, he’d listen to each of your words.

“He gave me this body and all the cables and everything that keeps me moving, but you, Y/N— you gave me a conscience! You made everything make sense! You made me human,” Jimin claims in a whisper.

You can’t help but frown. “But he deleted them. How can you still remember me?”

You’re getting an answer for each of your questions, but somehow, they all seem only to leave you even more confused.

“He didn’t,” Jimin rushes to say, and then he goes on to explain further, seeing your puzzled face, “Not all of them, at least. I didn’t let him. I wanted to be with you, I didn’t want to… forget you.”

“Why?”

“Because after I got to know you through his memories I realised that, if there’s any person on this world that could accept me despite what I am, that was you. I thought you could love me.”

Letting out a sigh – of desperation, tiredness, love, you have no idea – you cup his cheeks and purse your lips. Do you love him? You’re not sure. Your stomach churns and turns at the mere idea of losing him, but can you really love him?

His words echo in your head like poison. His love is my sickness. Remember it if you ever love him back.

But is it, really? Jimin’s love feels soft. It doesn’t feel smothering or drowning. He loves you just the way you want to be loved. You don’t feel owned by him, on the contrary. Actually, you think Jimin loves you despite his husband’s sickness. That must be why he apologised when it took over him this evening at Taehyung’s call.

The sickness shrieked, the love apologised and learned.

“I know they aren’t mine,” he continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I know it wasn’t me you fell in love with, whom you slept with, the person you decided to spend the rest of your life with. I know it was him all along, but I—” Jimin nuzzles your neck in a desperate search for your warmth. “I can’t help it! I was made for loving you!”

But instead of answering, you tilt his chin up and kiss him.

“Living— living with the memories,” he continues as you leave pecks on the corner of his lips, “of your touch, of your warmth, your love.” Jimin’s arms tangle around your waist. “Loving you but forced to stay away – it was torture, Master.”

His breath feels warm against you, his hands feel hungry around you. His red LED-lit eyes stare into yours, searching for a sign, any indication of love.

You brush your lips together, softly at first, until his whimper makes you grin and run your tongue over his lip, asking for entrance. You suck his bottom lip into his mouth until he does, tongues rolling over each other in a heated kiss. With your skin burning up, you run your hands through his hair, and Jimin cautiously squeezes your butt when you push him against the counter.

Suddenly, you sink to your knees and begin to fumble with the waistband of his pants.

“So, you have sensors, right?” He nods weakly. “Everywhere.”

“Y-yes, ma’am—”

“And is there any way to alter them? Is it possible to make you last longer, or even make you not last at all?” you ask, still kneeling before him. Again, Jimin nods and closes his eyes. “Then, I want you as sensitive as possible.”

“Yes, ma’am…”

He must have a limit, and you want to find it. Either he runs out of cum, or his sensors give up, or he just fucking short-circuits.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to get hard between your fingers, smooth rolls of your wrist as you pump him with an affectionate but hungry pace. Letting out a gasp, Jimin grips the edge of the counter for balance; he’s indeed too sensitive not to react to the touch he’s been craving his whole existence.

“So hard,” you purr, “I can’t wait to taste you, Jimin…”

“M-master, please, Master! Oh fuck, oh—” Jimin whimpers in response, gritting his teeth.

His body is shaking when you part your lips and engulf his cock, eyes glued to his pretty face. His knees buckle, and he squeaks in pleasure, you hollow your cheeks to swallow more of him. Meanwhile, your other hand gently plays with his balls.

“That— that f-feels so good, Master,” he rasps. In appreciation, you suck further down onto his cock until there’s a trickle of saliva rolling down your chin. “Shit! God, thank you!”

You somehow manage to grin with his cock between your parted lips. Jimin seems too aroused to process any robotic thought properly, so you move your hands to his ass and knead the flesh, pushing your lips into your mouth. He yelps instantly and follows it with his hips, and then you dip your tongue into his slit; it makes him let out a sob and almost fall to his knees, warning you of his climax, or rather begging you to slow down.

Your darkened lips, wet with saliva, suck again while your tongue presses on his tip. His cock throbs, a salty flavour you think it’s fake precum lingering on it. His hardened length slides in and out of your mouth with sloppy movements.

Jimin lets out a choked sob. “Master!” Filled with guilt, as gently as his trembling body will let him, he puts his hands on your hair. “L-let me cum, I need to— I-I need to come, please—”

Finally, you raise your head to let his length slide out of your mouth, and you catch back your precious breath.

“Sensitive, are we?” you mock him.

There’s time for him only to roll his eyes, out of annoyance or pleasure, before his hips buckle into your mouth one more time. The coiling tension in his sensors pools in the centre of his body, Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, and soon his cock twitches again, heavy on your tongue, warning you of his high.

“Master,” he whimpers. “T-thank you, Master, fuck— shit!”

And Jimin spills himself inside of your mouth, his release salty and more similar to actual cum than you expected. After swallowing, you help him ride out his orgasm using both hands and lips.

He’s still holding his weight on the counter when you speak, “Get on the table and lie down.”

He was probably expecting to eat you out since you pull down your pants once you straddle him, so it does take Jimin by surprise when you align your entrance with his half-hard cock. You hear him mumble something as your hand grips his cum-covered length, fingers playing with his release and making him let out a gasp.

“Are you still sensitive?” Barely able to keep eye contact, Jimin nods weakly. “Good.”

You quickly get rid of both your and his shirt. Once you’re naked against each other, you bend down to finally touch, knead, nib, and kiss wherever you feel like; you’ve had enough of leisurely letting him pleasure you without taking your part.

Your warm lips leave a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. “I’ll ride you again and again… until you either run out of cum or short-circuit.”

“M-mast—!”

Jimin lets out a choked sob when you sink down on his cock, immediately rolling down your hips. A hint of pain takes over you as your walls grip him, stretching around his length, and you moan. It’s been a while since you last had such a nice cock work you open— but then Jimin’s hands grab your waist, and his blissed face takes you completely off guard.

“Fuck, so good, Master, I love— I love you,” he whines.

His eyes move down to his cock disappearing into your body; you feel so warm, so wet, the pressure around him letting him know that you’re stuffed with him too.

You breathe out and thrust down onto him again, setting a desperate, frenetic tempo. “You feel good too, angel, shit—” The sounds of smacking flesh echo across the room, pushing you to ride him faster. “Gonna fuck you until I go mad—”

With your hands splayed across his chest, you use him for leverage to slam your hips together.

“Please, don’t stop!” Jimin begs you then, eyes rolling back. “Oh, coming, M-Master! I’m— I’m close, p-please—!”

You bend down again and nuzzle his neck only to gently bite on his earlobe, making him purr. “So, you want to come inside of me, Jimin? Want to fill your Master up with your cum? Is that—” A groan drowns down your throat when his cock finally finds and pumps into the right spot. “I-is that what you want?”

The heated kiss the two of you share is enough of an answer. You tilt your hips so that your clit rubs against his pubic bone, pushing you closer to your climax.

Body arching against you, Jimin pushes back up against your thrusts erratically. His thighs move up and down to help, the seeming muscles bulging and flexing, and all his system starts to burn, aching to burst. His cock slides into your dripping cunt in a desperate tempo.

Jimin sucks on the skin of your neck before whispering, breathless, “I’m—”

And then you feel it – a tremble, a soft pant, and one last powerful thrust up into you before you groan at the warm feeling of his cum flooding you. Jimin reaches out for your body as he convulses, hugging you tightly before you give in and kiss him. Your hips don’t stop after even helping him ride out his climax, and he looks at you with his brows knitted in confusion. But you smirk, his creamy release leaking from your entrance and leaking down his cock.

“Ugh— hurts, Master,” he whines then. His fingers dig into your waist.

“Told you,” you whisper; “I’ll ride you until I come, no matter how many times I have to make you come.”

Like a man who has accepted his doom, Jimin lets you kiss him again, this time hungrily sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. A groan vibrates in your throat, you can tell you’re close, judging by the way your body is burning up, your swollen clit rubbing against the base of his cock.

It softens partially inside of you, but not for long; maybe it’s because of his sensors – since they’re set to the highest level of sensitivity – that Jimin sucks in a sharp breath when you clench around him.

“I’m close, angel,” you say, almost grunting.

You’re close, can feel your climax teasing you. Heat spreads under your skin, and you have to fight not to crumble on top of him, thighs burning. He stares at your sweat, covering your body, sliding down the valley of your breasts, tapping against the metal surface. You enjoy how Jimin responds to your touch when you stroke down his chest and realise he’s close too.

Slowly, you raise your hips and snap them onto his cock again, eyes never leaving his beautiful red LED-lit irises.

“Cum with me, will you?”

You’re so full of his cum already, you’re sure it’ll leak out for hours. But your lips find each other in the sickly whitish light blinking over you, and it’s so comforting that you can’t help the tension snapping in the pit of your stomach with a deep moan muffled against his lips.

“Shit, shit, baby—! Oh, fuck, so good, so good,” you chant, now rutting your hips faster.

You dissolve into pleasure with his arms around you, grounding you to him. Walls fluttering around his cock, the shockwaves grip your body like a fit of hysterical lust, pushing you to fuck him faster, harder, balls swinging against your cheeks until Jimin lets out a trembling sob; then he empties himself inside of your tight walls, and you relentlessly fuck him through his orgasm, slower by the minute.

Jimin watches your breasts as they heave up and down in an attempt to catch your breath. Meanwhile, his system slows down, now trying to run smoothly.

You smile when his thumbs stroke your waist in circles. “What?”

“I still…” His smile falters, now totally back on earth. “I still don’t know if you want to keep me, Master.”

“You’ll have to stop calling me ‘Master’ eventually, you know,” you say and ignore his pleading question. Caressing his cheeks feel way more interesting right now.

“Why?”

“Well” – you sit up on his lap, making some of his release leak out and drip down your inner thighs – “I’m sure people will start making questions, don’t you think? I believe you should stick to it only at home, when we’re alone— or even better, only in the bedroom.”

It takes him a second to realise you’re taking him. With this, you’re claiming him, you didn’t even doubt it for a second.

Jimin is yours, forever, however long that lasts.

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sugarlywhispers · 1 year

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OS: MINE | KIM TAEHYUNG

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (Fem).

Summary: Kim Taehyung owns you, and you know it.

Rating: Explicit, +19.

Genre: PWP; Smut; Mafia AU.

WARNINGS: (again, this it’s pure filth, don’t @ at me, y’all know you want it lol 😆) adult sexual content, dom/sub themes, choking, penetrative sex, dirty talk, some swearing.

Word Count: 2.1+K.

A/N: This is a REPOST. For those who haven't read it, hope you guys like it<3

You knew something was off the moment Taehyung got into the library and closed the door hard and locked it.

You had been reading in the Kim Mansion's library for hours already, knowing that it was a business day and you couldn't go around the place freely as you were used to. ‘For protection’, Tae had said. So he had made you choose one room in which you would spend the day until night when everyone was out and away from his Mansion. As a bookworm, you had chosen the library to hide, thinking that it was the best place to laze for the day with all your favourite books and the huge and gorgeous windows that provided a breath-taking view to the intricate flower beds in the backyard. One of the maids also came each hour asking if you needed anything, of course Tae wasn't gonna let you unattended.

It was afternoon now and you were already dreading seeing him; yet you had to wait another quarter of the day.

"Don't you leave this place until I come for you at night. You hear me, Y/N?" His pitch black eyes locked with yours that morning. His words, the hardness in his eyes, were a clear warning, and at the same time, a desperate plea. "You need to stay here, you'll be safe here... Okay?" Tae's deep voice softened a little while the knuckles of his big hand caressed your cheek.

You had nodded obediently and stood on your tiptoes to kiss his lips one last time. He smiled widely, because even on your tiptoes, Taehyung was still too tall for you to reach him. He bent to meet your lips after seconds of you struggling to reach up.

He hugged you one last time, picking you up, arms around your waist and his face hidden in your neck. He took a deep breath, your scent filling all his senses, "If something happens to you, I-I… I can't lose you."

Your arms tightened around his neck in reassurance, "I'll be okay, love. I promise, I'll wait for you."

Like he had said, you expected him at night, not in the afternoon, when all his colleagues, and some others that weren't exactly friends –because in this world it was better to have your enemies closer than your friends, just in case– were still in the Mansion.

The library was on the other side of the big house, far away from the "party" going on; so, it must have been urgent if Tae appeared way before the time he said he would. Taehyung was a very punctual man, he was always on time. Not one minute before nor after.

"Is everything okay?" You asked from the couch you were laying on with your book, half eaten food on the little table beside it.

He didn't answer. But you knew something wasn't okay even though he didn’t respond.

You could see the flames of anger in his dark eyes, in how he kept clenching his jaw and in his big hands, opening and closing in tight fists. His breathing was no longer calm and controlled; each breath he took increased the anger he clearly was trying to hold himself.

"They know about you," was all he said after a minute of silence, letting himself drop to the individual couch, tired and frustrated.

You felt a chill run down your spine. That was no good. But somehow, he had already guessed that –hint why he was hiding you so protectively. It was no big news. So what was really going on? Why was he so angry?

"Love, what happened?" You stood up from the couch, book forgotten next to the tray of food.

Taehyung’s dark brown eyes suddenly fell upon you, and you saw him watch you from head to toes, clearly noticing your outfit, a pair of shorts that got lost under one of his white t-shirts that practically looked like a dress on your body. You knew he loved when you wore his clothes.

You swallowed dry when you saw his eyes became darker and his body relaxing on the couch.

“On your knees, doll.”

Shit, you thought. You didn’t need him to tell you exactly what he wanted, what he needed; if not his deep, low voice, the sudden hunger in his eyes was clear enough.

You obeyed, realising that by the tone in his voice, he was not in the mood for you playing dumb or even thinking of acting like a brat. This was Kim Taehyung in front of you, that dangerous man you met over a year ago on a rainy day; that with just one look decided that you were his from that moment on and that now, apparently, needed to prove something by domming you right then and there.

The second your knees touched the floor, his deep voice commanded, “Take the shirt off and crawl over here, bunny.”

Again, you obeyed, taking his shirt off your body and feeling the cool breeze from one of the opened windows caress your skin, making you tingle from anticipation, your nipples hardening under his eyes while Tae bit his bottom lip. You crawled to where he was, his eyes never leaving yours; when you were close, he opened his legs, inviting you to kneel between them.

You pressed your cheek over one of his clothed thighs, your hand caressing the other, and it was his turn to swallow dry at your big, cute doll like eyes looking up innocently at him. He knew you were just faking it, you were no innocent doll, yet your eyes were his biggest weakness.

One of his hands stroked your cheek softly, appreciating how obedient and what a good girl you were being for him.

“Suck my cock, doll,” the dark expression on his face, that only promised that he was going to do anything and everything he wanted with you, only ignited your urge to please him; to do whatever he asked or ordered for you to do.

Taehyung saw you smile cutely at him, starting to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoning his pants, taking his big and already half hard cock out from under the layers of cloth. He watched intently as you looked hungrily at it, hands stroking its length slowly but firmly; you knew exactly what you were doing.

He hissed when you finally licked the tip, slowly and timidly, eyes locked on his and showing a bit of challenge, knowing exactly what to do to make him lose it completely. You were ready for his doming side.

“Stop playing around and suck,” he warned in a hiss.

You suppressed a smirk, knowing very well that if you did show it, Taehyung would punish you, and you really wanted to suck him.

You had missed him. Not having Tae for yourself through the day made you maddeningly desperate for him. You were so used to having him touching you –not necessarily in a sexual way– even if it was just a mere “accidental” brush of his hand on yours while walking through the hallway in opposite directions, that it really felt like the worst day ever. You craved– no, needed his touch.

“Yes– suck my cock, baby. Like that. Faster.”

You moaned, mouth full of him now, feeling so encouraged by his words. And he knew. Taehyung knew how well you always responded every time he praised you while you were doing something to him. Didn’t matter if it was just a kiss against his cheek; his simple “yes, bunny, I love your lips, kiss me one more time” or “I think you meant my lips, so come again and kiss me right” was all you needed to feel brave enough to show him some affection.

It wasn’t that you weren’t affectionate towards him. Taehyung was your boyfriend, of course you loved to shower him with hugs and kisses and slight touches here and there. The problem was that, sometimes, his whole demeanor, his deep, low voice and his intense stares on your eyes and body, were so intimidating.

Tae radiated strong Dom vibes from miles away; and with just one look he made you wetter than anyone ever could, he didn’t even have to fucking touch you.

And let’s not talk about when he talked dirty to you. That shit was another level.

But his praises made you brave. And sometimes, bratty.

Your mouth gave him one strong, but slow suck, freeing him from your mouth backing up in a tortuously slow pace, eyes opening and looking at him.

He growled biting his bottom lip and looking firmly at you. “Didn’t I tell you to go faster?” His voice was low and raspy, and so authoritative.

You could feel the wetness already soaking your panties. Tae’s eyebrow pulled up, waiting for your response once your mouth left his cock and in your periphery you could see his hands release the arms of the individual couch he was previously grabbing.

You gulped when his big hand surrounded your chin, fingers digging a little on your cheeks, and he pulled your face closer to his, his body not moving an inch. He just dragged you to him, and you found that so hot.

You felt his strong and fast breathing against your face, his firm body under you and his hard cock against your naked stomach. All in him screamed authority and dominance. He was in control.

You were just a little kitty playing with a dangerous lion.

“I’m gonna give you one more chance to do it right... Hmn?”

Fuck. Taehyung owned you completely.

You nodded gulping again, and he smirked, loving your pleading big eyes looking at him with certain scaredness.

“Now… Suck my cock, little kitten.”

You bit your bottom lip while sliding down his body until you were kneeling on the floor between his open legs once more.

You were pretty sure you were not going to be able to speak or sit the next day.

You had already lost count of the amount of time he had you there sucking his cock, deep down your throat and sometimes making you gag a bit, even though by now you should have been used to its girth. He had you kneeling in between his legs until you were a moaning mess.

Taehyung grabbed you by the back your head, fingers interlacing with your long, sleek hair, and once again dragged you up to him; however, this time his other hand found the back of one of your knees and pulled it to one side of his hips, clearly signaling for you to straddle him.

“Are you wet for me, doll?” He asked while you straddled him. You nodded in answer, your hands going to your back, knowing that you didn’t have permission to touch him. Tae smiled proudly at your action, “That’s a good girl.”

You moaned again, desperately needing him to touch you anywhere, everywhere, and he smirked knowingly. He kept one hand on your hair, pulling from it slightly, for now.

The shorts you were wearing were light and loose on your legs, they could be practically considered panties rather than shorts; so it only took Tae moving them to the side and there he had your pussy free and ready for his use.

“You missed me this much, bunny?” His dark eyes never left yours, making you feel all the heat from his body on them. You nodded, and he smiled again. Taehyung hadn’t given you permission to speak, even if he had spoken directly to you; after being his girlfriend for more than a year and all the punishments those wonderful big hands had given you, you finally learned. You were finally tamed, by him.

You belonged to him.

Tae positioned his cock right at the opening of your dripping and needy pussy, sliding in slow and steady, his size still being something that your sex would not get used to. However, you loved feeling him, all of him be one with you. He watched attentively as your face contorted in a pleasured expression, mouth opening in a silent ‘O’ and your eyes slightly watering at how completely his girth was filling you.

He smirked cockily when you couldn’t handle it anymore and, once he was deep and full inside you, you dropped your head back, eyes closed tight and finally letting the moan escape you.

“You’re mine, bunny, never forget that,” he growled, nipping and kissing the skin of your neck.

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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the naughty sheriff || kth

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.

“Get moving.”

“Yes, Sir,” you sing.

The two of you march to his car, and that’s when the sheriff turns your body towards him.

“I want you gone, understand?”

“I will leave,” you giggle. “Once I’m done.”

“Well,” Taehyung tsks. “You can’t leave without saying goodbye, can you?”

You shake your head in denial.

You assumed that you two had a nonverbal agreement. You’ll look the other way if he did the same. He’s been in every window you’ve bypassed, kissing some rich housewife under the mistletoe while their husband slept peacefully.

What they don’t know is that they're just a part of his twisted game. While his lovers are busy cutting him a slice of something sweet, he’s robbing them of anything that sparkles. The expensive jewelry their husbands have bought goes into his pocket and is never seen again.

On Christmas morning, he’ll smirk knowing they won’t be able to say a word about who may have taken it to their husbands. Those same men will pay him big money to arrest the thief, and he will arrest a thief. Just not the one responsible for the actual crime.

“I guess I can’t, but um… Weren’t you busy just now?”

You recall his security patrol of the hospital earlier and wonder if he’s still on duty.

“I already snatched what I came here for,” he says with a wink. Taehyung guides you closer to his vehicle. He stops walking once your back hits the ice-covered glass. “Now, what should I do with you?”

Your smile grows.

“Anything you’d like, Sir.”

“Damn. Any requests?” he asks.

You look over your shoulder at his car and nod your head.

“Throw me on your backseat and fuck me like you’ve had a bad day.”

And the sheriff does not decline. He opens his door and shoves you inside, still bound in his cuffs. Your back hits the cold interior with a thud. You try to spread your legs, but Taehyung has other plans. He flips you over on your stomach and raises your hips in the air.

“I’ve been watching this ass sway through my town all night, and you didn’t think I’d want a piece?” he growls, tearing your flimsy clothing off.

You hear him fidgeting with his belt until he’s able to pull his pants down to his thighs. Your wiggle to give him an eyeful while he aligns his dick with your opening, but he slaps your ass and tells you to stay still.

“I’m in charge,” he informs. As if that’ll do him any good.

Your wetness allows Taehyung to enter smoothly, and his deep voice moans once he’s buried inside. He grabs your waist and starts pulling you back on his dick. Each time he thrusts into your guts, the breath leaves your body. You don’t have to see him to know his cock is monstrous.

Your hands want to reach above you to stop your head from banging into the door, but they’re secured behind your back. The pressure building inside of you distracts you from the discomfort, so the banging is forgotten about rather quickly.

“Sir, this feels so good.”

Your words are muffled as a result of being face down, but Taehyung understands clearly. His palm slaps your ass again and your pussy squeezes around him in response.

“Say thank you, whore,” he commands. “Tell me how much you appreciate my services.”

His laughter fills the vehicle and gives you a sea of goosebumps. Its volume penetrates the seating and sends vibrations through your body.

“Fuck! Thank you, Sir!”

But your response isn’t good enough for the sheriff. He grabs you by the hair and snatches you up before leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he grunts. “You’re sounding like an ungrateful ass whore, right now.”

“Sheriff! Thank you for giving me your cock,” you sob. “I’m not worthy.”

“Goddamn right, you aren’t.” He pulls out his pistol, and the sound of it clicking only adds to your adrenaline. “Tell me where you think I should put this.”

He twists your head to look you in the eyes, but the only thing you can focus on is what’s in his right hand.

“In my mouth, Sir.” Taehyung hesitates, and you grow impatient. “Please.”

“Say less,” he answers. You open your mouth, and Taehyung doesn’t wait any longer. You don’t realize how heavy it is until it’s resting on your tongue. “It’s not loaded, okay.”

Not that it would matter in your case. You can swallow bullets and shit them out, but you appreciate the courtesy. You thank him the best you can with a mouth full of steel but it only results in you getting your saliva all over the muzzle.

“Fuck.”

Taehyung doesn’t miss it either. His cock twitches inside of you when he observes the way your lips wrap around his gun, just like…

“I bet you can suck the hell out of a cock,” he comments.

“Mhm.”

So you prove it. While Taehyung thrusts into your pussy, you treat his gun like it’s just another dick and proceed to give it some head as his owner watches in awe.

You’re careful with your teeth, and you make every noise you’re capable of making to mimic the sound of some sloppy cock sucking. You take in more and more until your chin touches the trigger guard. You then pull off of it, leaving a slick sheen behind from where your mouth coated the metal.

“Shit!” Taehyung’s mind could not handle an image so lewd while he’s balls deep in pussy. He sets his weapon on the floor and brings his hand around your throat instead. “...Gonna make us come so hard.”

And he doesn’t break his promise. He squeezes your neck until no air can slip through. He wraps his other arm around your body and uses his hand to give your throbbing clit some attention.

The feeling hits you all at once. The pressure finally comes to a head and sends you soaring. You feel as high as the clouds, floating unsure of when you’re coming down. You want to scream, but it’s impossible to do so with the lack of air.

At some point, Taehyung spills his cum deep into your womb, but your body isn’t aware of it in its state. A minute goes by before Taehyung relaxes his grip and slowly grants you air.

Your body falls forward, and then you feel the sheriff uncuffing your wrists one by one. You sigh once you’re able to move your limbs.

“Take a minute if you need to,” Taehyung says after you’ve both steadied your breathing.

But you don’t have a minute, and neither does he.

“You should drive.” Your face is buried in your forearm, trying to hold your giggles.

“What?”

You reposition yourself to a sitting position so the sheriff can hear you clearly.

“I said you should start driving,” you repeat. “You said you’d take me home.”

“Not exactly,” he reiterates.

You look at him with a brow raised. “I see.”

“I said I’d take you out of town. How you get home is none of my concern.”

You nod your head. You expected this, and you were anticipating it.

“Well, I'll see you soon I guess.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Better not.”

“We’ll see,” you mutter.

You step out of the car dressed in attire a little bit more presentable for the occasion. It’s morning and the Heauxville residents gather around, waiting patiently for answers. And you shall provide.

“I know everyone is hurting right now. I could not imagine waking up on Christmas morning with nothing under the tree. But I’ve captured the culprit and interrogated him thoroughly. Unfortunately, the criminal is one you’ve all trusted.”

Just as you’re concluding your speech, Taehyung appears. He’s confused, but not for long.

“Wait a minute! Don’t listen to her,” he demands.

Unfortunately for him, no one wants to obey the orders of a crooked deputy.

“As I was saying… I know nothing will replace the joyous feeling of waking up to a home filled with goodies from the big guy, but I have sent a member of my staff to the residence of each and every one of you to replace everything you’ve lost. They’ll be waiting for you when you arrive,” you inform.

The crowd cheers, and two other deputies come to detain the ego-bruised sheriff. Once your job is done, they part ways and allow you to depart. The queen has saved the day yet again.

You never stay for the glory or the praise. The satisfaction comes from knowing that karma did its job. There’s no need to thank you.

“Hey!”

You hear a familiar voice call out to you once you’re nearly out of the thick crowd. Everyone grows silent, and your frantic baker appears, and he brought some friends.

“Can I help you?” you ask.

“So you’re just leaving?... We need to talk.”

You cackle. “No, love. We don’t.”

“But that’s bullshit. You can’t just fuck with people’s emotions like that,” Jungkook argues, stepping in front of him.

The men surround you, but there’s nothing you can do. They made their own beds, now it’s time to lie in it.

“Jungkook, you’re absolutely right, and all of you should start taking that into consideration. Now, if you all will excuse me—”

“So it’s just fuck us, right?” the sheriff chimes in. “Regardless of how good we made you feel.”

“Or how we welcomed you,” Hoseok adds.

The next person to speak is the toymaker and he seems more disappointed than pissed.

“You shouldn’t have made promises you weren’t going to keep,” he tells you.

“Are you serious?” You can’t help but laugh at that. “Listen, I came here to give you a dose of your own medicine. Get over it.”

With that, you sashay away, but this group is persistent.

“What if we can’t?” Jimin shouts.

You turn around, clearly confused. As if on cue, the doctor breaks through the crowd.

“What if we can’t get over it?... Over you,” he explains. “What happens then?”

“What if I can’t get you out of my mind?” the sheriff speaks up.

You look at each of them and sigh. There is no room in your heart for anyone. Their emotions mean nothing to you. The sooner they realize that they’re the problem, the sooner they’ll realize you’re only here to cause pain.

Until then…

#taehyung x reader #bts x reader #taehyung smut #bts smut #bts fanfics #taehyung fanfics #btsdreamcourt #bangtanbathhouse #bangtansorciere #kvanity #bts imagines #fic: unholy night #sugakookitty

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purpleyoonn · 2 years

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My Witch

Summary: It was Halloween night and you were in the old church fulfilling a dare your friends tasked you with. Little did you know you were being watched, and he had been waiting a long time to finally make you his. Now, you were his, and he wasn’t letting you go.

Pairing: Demon Taehyung x Human (witch) Reader

Genre: soulmate au, demon au, bts au, angst, smut

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: bad pranks, demon whispering, spells, rituals gone wrong, prank gone wrong, reader is really a witch, Taehyung is a demonic guardian, dom Taehyung, sub mc, bondage, orgasm denial, praise kink, breeding kink, pretty much just pure smut, pure filth,

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Six candles stood on the borders of the circle you resided in. The white chalk on the floor marked in an intricate shape as copied from the book in your hands. There was no way this was going to work, and you would be out of this damned house in a matter of minutes, ready to pummel your friends for making you do this as your dare instead of something else, like licking the bottom of your friend’s foot for example.

You had been at your friend, Yeri’s house with a large group of friends, playing games before you all went out for Halloween. You were in the middle of playing truth or dare when you stupidly picked dare. You were told to go into the old church and recreate the ritual that you had been shown in your class. The class was about magic and the occult, and was a huge hit for the youth in your religious small town.

Lighting the last candle, you finished the circle of salt around your body as you placed the book on the floor, looking at everything to see if you got the ritual right. When you had everything confirmed, you stood tall, book in your hand again as you moved to read the small inscription underneath one of the diagrams.

You barely managed to get one of the Latin words out of your mouth before the lights started to flicker.

“Okay guys! This isn’t funny.” You yelled out, the flickering lights stopping making you believe your friends left the room, your back to the door as you faced the window.

“Okay…let’s do this so I can get back home instead of going out. I’ll need a large glass of wine when I’m done.” You say aloud, needing the eerie silence in the room to be gone. You hated the silence, how your thoughts seemed to try and fill the void.

You start the chant again, this time closing your eyes, not wanting to know if your friends try and prank you again. They knew you were scared, knew you didn’t want to do this. You were the only one in class who paid attention to your professor, knew exactly what these words meant, and it terrified you.

A creak sounded from your right causing you to open your eyes, head moving to the direction only to see nothing there. Taking a deep breath to ease your nerves, you finished the incantation quicker, not knowing you most likely butchered some of the words. You just wanted this to be over with.

You waited a couple seconds, sighing in relief when nothing happened, not even a slight flicker of the light coming from the candle’s flames. Choosing to keep the candles lit for light, you begin to clean up the chalk on the ground and the salt, along with the small gems your friend Joy gave you for the ritual.

Another creak sounded, this time form behind you as you jumped to your feet, spinning on your heel to come face to face with someone you didn’t know.

His dark eyes were locked on you, as if drinking in the sight of you. He had black hair that curled into his neck, longer in the back as he has it pulled into a half ponytail at the top of his head. He leaned against the door frame, your only way out of the dark room. He appeared relaxed as he looked at you, like nothing was amiss even as the candles blew out and the only light now came from the moonlight leaking in through the window.

“Who are you?” You asked the tall man, not moving from your spot. Your voice wavered, not liking the way this went in your head.

“Oh baby. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He had a deep voice that made tingles shoot down your spine, straight to your core. He smirked at you, the corner of his lip turning upward as if he knew exactly what reaction his voice gave you.

“What are you talking about?” Your voice was shaky now, the entire vibe and atmosphere of the room becoming cold. Something was not right and your mind was coming up with way too many awful scenarios, the main one being that the stupid ritual actually worked.

“Now, darling. You are the one who spoke the incantation…my little witch.” He started walking forward, his pace leisurely as he kept his eyes on you.

“Each potential witch is born with a demonic guardian, courtesy of the Devil herself. I just so happen to also be your mate, who you’ve just summoned into the physical plane.” You were shaking your head, not believing his words as he kept moving closer. Your body was frozen where you stood, your feet physically unable to move.

“I’ve been watching you since you were little, making sure nothing happened to my darling mate. I, however, was getting tired of waiting. So, I may have whispered into your “friends” ears tonight to get you’re here.” He stopped in front of you, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other coming up to cup your jaw.

“You look beautiful tonight, by the way? My perfect little bride.” You were dressed as a bride tonight, a joke done by your friends seeing as you’ve never been in a relationship. But now, you think it was this demon whispering again.

“This isn’t funny. So whichever one of my friends that paid you to do this, I’ll give you more money to leave me alone.” You whisper, voice weak from fear as he stares down at you with lust in his eyes.

He was silent, his eyes switching back and forth between your own as he looked at you. Taehyung didn’t know what to say to make you understand what you did, how you brought him here and started the mate bond with him.

“When you do a spell at this scale, make sure you speak slowly and pronounce everything correctly, or you might just bring your soulmate to the physical plane and begin the mate bond with them.” Or Taehyung can just bite the bullet and say it bluntly.

He knew he had you when your eyes began fluttering in thought, as if you were reading words sitting in the air. You always did this when you were thinking, like you were reading an invisible paragraph that no one else could see. He watched your expression turn from thinking to panicked as you tried to pull away from him.

“Sorry, my love, can’t have you trying to run away from me now, can I?” His grip on your jaw tightened, tilting your head to the side as he brought his nose to your neck and took a deep breath in. When he pulled back, he had a deep grin on his lips, eyes flashing with amusement.

“All of that fear can’t hide the lust you feel for me. It scares you, doesn’t it?” You squeeze your thighs together, your mind becoming hazy with lust as he continues to stare down at you. You begin to feel hot and clammy, the need building within you the longer he has his hands on you.

“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me. Let the feeling take you over.” He whispered in your ear, biting into your lobe as he did. He didn’t need you trying to fight the bond, not when you already started it. Not when you put it into action. Not when your spell accepted him as your mate.

Not when you were finally his.

He could see the tears forming in your eyes as you tried to fight the pull to him. He could smell your arousal dripping from your folds and his had him fighting himself. He wanted to take his first time with you slowly, making sure you felt everything he gave to you, only his name leaving your lips as he made you come, again and again. However, the longer you tried to fight him, the more he wanted to make you beg.

“Let your body succumb to the pleasure only I can make you feel.” He didn’t like that you were shaking your head. That you were still trying to fight the pull you felt for him. He blinked, one second you were in the old church, the next you were lying on a bed.

You were in your bra and panties, jewelry you had never seen before now littered your body. Numerous bracelets covered both of your wrists; you even had a couple of anklets adorning your ankles.

You sat up, moving to bring your legs to your chest as you looked around. A weight on the bed had you catching eyes with the demon who you accidently summoned. His eyes were completely black, the candles lit on the side tables flickering in his gaze.

You moved back until you were back against the headboard, no longer in the middle of the bed. The demon tutted, shaking his finger at you. He moved forward, grabbing ahold of your ankles and slowly dragging you back until you were once again laying down in the middle of the bed. Your hands now bound to the headboard as your ankles remained free.

“You know, if you didn’t try and fight the pull you feel to me, I wouldn’t have to do this. You are mine. You always have been.” He now hovered over you, his finger caressing your jaw as you tried to move your head away. Your thighs were clenched together, the only physical indication of your growing arousal and need for the man on top of you.

Your body craved his touch, had you wanted to lean into him, but the small part that was quickly dying out inside of you was telling you that this was all wrong. That you shouldn’t be doing this.

Taehyung noticed the fight quickly leaving your body, the arousal becoming greater as it fell and created a damp spot on your panties. He decided you needed a little nudge.

“You smell so sweet. My very own nectar.” His fingers trailed down your side, caressing your hip before moving over your panties.

He could feel how damp your underwear was, your slick now covering his fingers just from touching your underwear. His eyes rolled back into his head as he brough his slick coated fingers to his lips. You let out a gasp as he brought his hand down again, ripping your underwear off in one quick motion before running his fingers through your folds.

“That’s it darling.” His voice caressed you just like his touch. His spread your legs open, moving to rest his own in the now open space as he brought his finger to your core again, his index finger now pushing in slowly, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling.

“Just relax babygirl, I’ll take good care of you.” His finger moved slowly against your walls, pumping a couple of times before adding his middle finger, the two rubbing against the spot that had you moaning out.

Taehyung watched you as you moaned, your eyes were closed from the pleasure, your body finally giving in to the bond. He could see you relax into the bed, the only tension in your body coming from your abdomen and core.

When he noticed you getting close, he pulled back, causing you to whine, your eyes opening to see the smirk on his lips. He brought his fingers to his lips again, this time putting them in his mouth so he could suck off the slick coating them. You could see his shoulders tense and his chest move up and down as he tried to catch his breath. The taste of you on his tongue had all reason thrown out the window.

He was back on top of you again, his clothing missing as the weight of him presses you against the mattress. You could feel him against your hip, could feel his balls as the rest against your clit. His head was directly over your own, as if searching again for any sign of defiance. When he didn’t get it, he moved back down your body, kissing every couple seconds.

He left open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck and collarbone, marks left in his wake as he reaches your breasts. A small testing kiss is placed right next to your nipple, causing a whine to leave your lips and laughter to leave his.

“Oh baby? Is this where you want me to kiss?” He wastes no time before taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking on you harshly. The groan that leaves your lips has him wanting more, the hand not on your other breasts moves down to your core again, fingers rubbing at your clit.

You were music at his touch, so vocal for him, Taehyung thought, absolutely loving the way each touch from him had you singing.

He had you almost reaching your high another two times, wanting to drag this out as long as he could. He waited way to long for you, and he wasn’t going to let this last less than he felt you both deserved. Each whine he brought forward from your lips, the closer he became to losing all control.

“Shhh baby. I’ll make it all better.” He cooed in your ear as he brought his tip to your core, rubbing it in your slick, coating his cock with the juices he brought out of you.

You couldn’t help but to remember he was a demon, his masochism showing as he edged you three separate times. You were about to push him away and handle things yourself when he finally pushed in, your body almost pulling him in, not wanting to be edged again. It was, again, as if he read your thoughts. (Taehyung knew you so well he could practically read your mind.)

Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of him touching your cervix, his hips pressed against yours as he moves your legs to wrap around his shoulders, the position making him reach new places and making more tingles shoot down your spine.

He didn’t hesitate to find a rhythm, knowing you wouldn’t feel any pain from, him only pleasure as your mate. His pace was quick and deep, hitting your cervix and rubbing against your spot with every thrust. All inhibitions and control leaving Taehyung’s body as your walls clench against him. He could feel the pleasure coursing through your body.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a good girl.” He pushes out through his clenched teeth, eyes locked on your own as he changes position, this time he moved your legs to wrap around his hips. He seemed to reach even deeper than before, matching his thrusts so he was going harder and deeper.

“My good girl. Gonna fill you nice and full.” Your mouth was open as the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter. You had no clue if he even realized what he was saying, but you couldn’t help but to clench around him at his words.

“Oh, you like that idea? Want me to fill you with my seed? Want me to breed you like the good little mate I know you are?” He could feel himself getting close, his body betraying his mind as he had you underneath him for the first time. Despite his desire to drag this out, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

He brought his lips to your neck, sucking at your pulse point as he rubbed his index and middle fingers against your clit, wanting to make you cum as he felt his high coming closer.

“Such a good girl.” He breathed out as you came, your walls clenching tightly around his cock sending him into his own release. He didn’t stop for a couple more thrusts, wanting to push as much of his cum into you as possible before he stopped at the hilt, pressing his hips harder into yours for good measure.

He remained in you for a while, wanting to make sure you remained filled, with him and his cum. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and the scent of his cum in you would be the best way to do that.

He looked down at you again, your eyes hazy from the pleasure.

“Such a good girl.”

#bts #bts au #bts v #bts taehyung #bts taehyung x reader #demon taehyung #demon au #human reader #bts one shot #taehyung one shot #angst #smut #bts smut #taehyung smut #kim taehyung #kim taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #purpleyoonn

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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All Wound Up - Masterlist | OT7

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (each chapter has specific pairings)

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Series Warnings: just smut, pure filth, each chapter will have specific smut warnings

Word Count: 17k so far

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: As the owner of body jewelry shop Dark & Wild, you're given the opportunity to drape the hottest rock stars around, Dead Leaves, in your custom chains. You can't wait to get your hands all over them.

A/N: Inspired by the body harnesses worn by the vocal line at Permission to Dance On Stage. Easily the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. I’m sorry or you’re welcome, take your pick.

Tighter - Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Jungkook and Taehyung help you unwind.

Harder - Seokjin x Reader x Jimin

It’s Jin and Jimin’s turn for their body chain fittings. Will you finish the job and go home, or will this turn into another unforgettable night?

Deeper - Yoongi x Reader x Namjoon ft Hoseok

Your hard work has earned you a private audience with the band's manager, Yoongi, and his right-hand man Namjoon, at their latest concert. Might as well bring your bff Hoseok with you for what promises to be a show to remember.

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#jungkook smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #bts x reader #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #jimin smut #jungkook x you #taehyung x you #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #namjoon x you #seokjin x you #jimin x you #btshoneyhive #thebtswritersclub #bangtantheatrenet #couldn't sleep last night so i made some masterlists

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babystrcandy · 1 year

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matilda (pt. 4) | myg

summary: Loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, Min Yoongi, came into your life. You both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. But with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true.

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, smut word count: 17.6K warnings/notes: oh god, prepare yourselves, it only gets smuttier from here, typos probably (again), explicit language, filth filth filth, a whole lot of sexual tension, flirting, alcohol usage, self doubt, unsupportive/neglectful parents, mention of character death (reader’s father), i love jungkook, hari and taehyung might be the side couple but i’m rooting for them, a moment of silence for yoongi’s retired dream, things are revealed, taehyung is a himbo (AND?! so what!), a mention of bathroom sex ;), oops ripping off love, rosie again (what can i say i loved that movie), jin wins best big brother award, everyone’s scared and mildly irritating, longing touches, making out, neck kissing, you’ve haunted yoongi for far too long, dirty talk (god, he’s feral), pet names, yoongi wants to eat you out so bad, heavy petting, fingering, like car sex with everything but sex, um .... more things are revealed, i think that’s it but if i missed anything pls let me know, hope you enjoy <3

chapter four: following the seasons ( ← previous | next → )

FOLLOWING THE SEASONS, MONTHS had come and gone. The humid air of July had been welcoming, allowing you to look forward to the daylight. You still hadn't been able to produce a proper painting, eventually spending less and less time in your studio, however, you hadn't minded it too much, finding your head to feel lighter when you weren't surrounded by oil paint fumes. But with each passing day, it had grown harder and harder for you to keep your attraction to Min Yoongi a secret.

The subtle glances you'd send his way when he'd come out of his room, pajama pants low on his hips paired with an oversized shirt and messy hair did not go unnoticed by you. You'd found yourself touching his hair more often—pretending he had a piece of fluff in the orange locks and telling him you needed to make him look more presentable by fixing the strands that would fall across his forehead.

There were even times when the two of you would find yourselves entangled with each other on the couch while you barely paid attention to the movie on the screen, instead, focusing your attention on massaging his scalp. You couldn't count how many times he had fallen asleep in your arms while you toyed with his hair. (Not that you were complaining.)

It was becoming a problem, especially when he'd send you a lop-sided smile and jokingly flirt with you. You knew it was a joke, honestly, you did, but it still made your heart race every time he'd hint at something lewd.

Last week, you'd forgotten to take your clothes to the shower with you, forcing you to tip-toe through the apartment with only a towel on when you ran into him on his way to the kitchen. You didn't miss the way his eyes widened as he tried to avert his gaze to the jug of milk in his hands, apparently trying to read the nutrition label. Only then did you let yourself wonder if you, too, might have had an effect on him as well. (You tried to ignore how that possibility excited you.)

You never did anything about the tension. You just continued on, pretending like you didn't want to rip his shirt off. You were friends. Nothing more. You'd have to push away your longing glances, and deal with it.

But that didn't stop you from allowing yourself to feel those pesky little butterflies you once felt when you were a high schooler. Maybe that was why you didn't push these feelings away—they reminded you of the past.

And that day, the butterflies didn't seem to want to vanish.

You see, everyone knew Yoongi's bar allowed for anyone to sign up to play for a small audience every night. There were acts and sometimes he'd even booked a few people to play for special events. And while everyone knew this, Kim Taehyung had apparently just decided to indulge in this very fact.

In other words: Taehyung had signed up to play the saxophone that night and he was forcing everyone to go.

That meant you'd be going.

You'd be returning to the bar; the same bar Yoongi had taken you to for a surprise birthday dinner back in February. And while you were adamant about going to support Taehyung in his new hobby (as well as growing excited to see Hari stare at him all starry-eyed while still refusing to admit she still loved him), you couldn't help the excitement which flooded you to see the rest of the bar. You'd only seen the kitchen. You didn't even know the name of the bar (as Yoongi refused to tell you, saying it was a secret).

It was silly, but you were excited to finally learn the name of this infamous bar. (You wouldn't admit it, but the real reason you felt so enthusiastic about going was simply because you'd be getting to see another part of Yoongi—a part of him you had yet to map out yet . . . and that made you grow warm with anticipation.)

There was a split second while you got ready at Hari's apartment (which she now shared with Jungkook ever since her split with Taehyung) where you contemplated the outfit you had decided to wear. It was a simple white blouse with a flowing blue midi skirt. A part of you wanted to show more skin, but the other part wasn't too sure. That was the very problem: you were overthinking again.

(As embarrassing as it was to admit, you were overthinking because you wanted to look good. You wanted Yoongi to look at you . . . and not just look, but rather look look at you. Childish, you knew.)

Regardless, you kept the outfit on, deciding it would just have to do. And then Hari was grabbing you by the hand and pulling you out the door with Jungkook trailing behind the two of you. Jungkook had offered to drive, sending the two of you a wide grin as he slid into the front seat, which you hadn't minded as you and Hari passed a flask between you to gather some liquid courage before you endured the night. Because everyone in that car knew it would be a long . . . long night if Taehyung had anything to do with it. (He'd probably pretend someone had asked for an encore, and end up playing the entire night. The three of you laughed when you brought up the possibility.)

And ten minutes later, a few sips from the flask Hari had snuck into the car, and Jungkook had pulled into the parking lot just outside the bar. With a simple, "We're here," coming from Jungkook, he slid out of the car, opening the back seat door for you and Hari, quickly shutting it once the two of you were out.

"Just out of curiosity, what's this place called?" you questioned as the three of you made it onto the sidewalk.

Jungkook and Hari only shared a knowing glance.

You halted. "OK, what does that mean?"

Jungkook glanced back at you and winked while Hari hummed a simple, "You'll see."

That only left you more confused.

With wariness consuming you, you followed the two of them to the front entrance of the bar, anticipation growing within you. You could hear soft beats of jazz coming from inside just as you halted before the bar and flicked your gaze to the illuminated sign. And then you saw it, your eyes growing wide.

Matilda's, the sign read.

Matilda's.

Yoongi had named the bar . . . Matilda's.

Matilda's after Matilda, no doubt—the movie you used to obsess over as a kid; the movie that inspired you to become an artist; the movie you'd held close to your heart for years now.

Matilda's. You felt your heart pound in your chest. But . . . why would he name it that?

Why would he—

"Honey, you coming?" Hari's sweet voice rang through your ears, snapping you out of your stunned gaze.

And all you could do was nod as you followed after the pair, entering the bar, but your eyes stayed on the illuminated sign, your head still spinning. Your head didn't stop spinning even as you entered the bar, immediately being hit with the scent of jasmine and wood dancing in the air—a smell you always associated with Min Yoongi.

With your hand in Hari's, she and Jungkook led you to a booth with all your friends and your brother, immediately immersing themselves in conversation, but you stayed on auto-pilot. Yoongi had named the bar after your favorite movie. It couldn't be that he held something for you, too, right? You were just a friend. This was just a friendly gesture. Really, in the grand scheme of things, the bar wasn't as big of a deal as him being a successful music producer, so, it didn't mean anything.

It was purely platonic.

You guys were purely platonic.

. . . Right?

Your eyes desperately tried to locate Yoongi. You weren't sure what you were going to do; you probably wouldn't even ask, but you just needed to find him. You just need to find him. You needed—

The music came to a close, clapping and cheering immediately sounding all over the bar as the musicians playing on the stage bowed in honor. You glanced around, slowly clapping along but your heart still beat faster than you could control.

And then, from the corner of the dimmed bar, Min Yoongi walked into view, your eyes finding him instantly. He wore a simple black dress shirt paired with black dress pants; his newly re-dyed orange hair was free for once, fluffy and falling over his forehead in a side part. He looked like a dream, perhaps your new one.

You felt a smile lift onto your face as you watched him make his way to the small stage that had been adorned with a piano, a stool, and a microphone for the participants. Once he reached the stage, one hand wrapping around the base of the microphone stand, he wore this hint of a half-grin filled with pride as he began to clap for the musicians still on stage.

He turned back to the audience, hand still on the stand as his eyes searched the faces littered across the bar. "Lee Seokmin on sax, Kim Sungji on trumpet, the lovely Kim Jeonghoon on base, the one and only Gwan Youngjae on drums, and a little too good on piano, so good he'd give me a run for my money back in the day, Yang Doyun," he went on, announcing the members of the band before he turned back to the crowd with that same grin on his face.

And then his gaze landed on you.

His eyes widened slightly, as that half-grin grew into a wide, gummy smile.

You couldn't help but grin back at him, unintentionally perking up as you straightened your posture and sent him a small wave. He simply gave you a nod of acknowledgment before he tapped the microphone and cleared his throat. "Welcome to Matilda's," he hummed, his voice echoing throughout the bar. (His eyes stayed on you the whole time.) "A friend of mine will be playing later tonight . . . so . . . because tonight's special, I thought I'd play a little something as well. Now — " he chuckled to himself, shaking his head — "I'm rusty and one of my hands is, let's say, not as useful as it used to be . . . so . . . you've been warned."

He sent one final nod to the audience before he turned toward the piano, taking the place of the musician who had previously been sitting there. It was a sight you never thought you'd see again with his hair falling over his forehead while he stared at the piano keys, hands on his hips and an unreadable look on his face. If you had looked closer, perhaps you'd see a mixture of longing and hesitation crossing his features, but for now, you focused on the shaky rise and fall of his chest. He flicked out his hands, slowly resting his fingers on the keys as he sucked in a sharp breath. Hesitance, however, still consumed him, making you grow anxious as you gnawed on the inside of your cheek.

You can do this, Yoon, you thought, hoping your thoughts would reach him.

Then, his fingers touched the keys, the sound ringing throughout the bar as he stopped breathing. It seemed, however, that he pushed himself to continue, allowing muscle memory to kick in as he began to slowly play the beginning of a song that you swore you recognized. His playing was, in fact, rusty and awkward, but his heart was still there as he tried to keep up with the tempo. And as he played, you realized where you had heard this song before.

Yoongi had decided to play the first ever song he'd composed. It was the same song he played at his first gig; the first song you thought might have been composed for you. But you were older now and knew it hadn't been for you . . . however . . . you felt your mind wander.

What if . . . this song really had been made for you? Would Yoongi really . . . Could it be possible that . . .

Suddenly, you felt as though you were sixteen years old again, watching Yoongi complete his first gig. You'd remembered the smile he'd flashed you when he had found your eyes in the crowd. It mirrored the smile he had given you that night.

And then you realized one thing: your feelings had never faded.

You sucked in a sharp breath at the realization, your eyes beginning to burn. It had always been him. It'd always been Yoongi.

The song came to a close, Yoongi's fingers stilling on the keys as a few tears spilled over your cheeks. Cheering and applause rang throughout the bar, startling you slightly, but all you could do was stare at the man on the stage.

Yoongi had once told you that jazz had started in a little place in New Orleans where no one could speak to each other, so they spoke through music. You'd forgotten of his words until that very moment. And as the crowd cheered on, you being forced to wipe away your salty tears, Yoongi glanced up, his eyes instantly finding yours, and you knew exactly what he was trying to tell you.

He couldn't say it in words, but this song . . . this song had been for you. You knew this now as his lips turned up into a small smile and he sent you a nod. This song wasn't meant for anyone else's ears except yours. You hadn't known how long it had been since Yoongi had touched a piano, but he'd done it that night to tell you one thing — thank you.

This song was an apology; an ode to you—to who you pushed him to become.

It was thank you for always being there.

This song was Yoongi finally thanking you for never giving up on him when he'd long abandoned all hope.

Simply put: he nodded at you, you nodded back, and you both knew.

Thank you, his eyes seemed to whisper.

Always, you'd smiled.

The night seemed to drone on slowly, and you had yet to approach Yoongi.

OK . . . maybe you were avoiding him.

Not in the sense that you didn't necessarily want to talk to him, but rather, your skin felt hot and clammy and you weren't sure if you'd be able to look him in the eyes if he did end up speaking to you. So you'd let Hari and Hoseok drag you up to your feet. Hari ended up making you slow dance with her, Hoseok swaying beside the two of you while he silently cheered on Taehyung as he performed.

Surprisingly, Taehyung wasn't too bad, and even managed to get the rest of the boys to their feet. That meant, Jungkook had taken to teasing Namjoon and your brother, spinning him with Jimin's help, while Yoongi scolded the younger men, telling them to behave since it was his bar. And you, well, you kept your eyes on Yoongi, watching as he watched your little group, but he didn't join you guys, instead, he sat at the booth with a small smile toying at his lips.

Another minute passed and you couldn't take it. You split from Hari and rushed over to Yoongi's side, sliding into the booth and snuggling up right beside him. You felt him shift against you as you linked your arms together, putting your other hand on his bicep while you rested your cheek on his shoulder. Feeling bolder all of a sudden, you inhaled his scent, the smell of jasmine and wood infiltrating your senses. (OK . . . maybe you had had a couple glasses of wine . . . )

"What's gotten into you, sleepyhead?" he murmured as he brushed your hair out of your face.

"Mmm," you hummed, peeking a glance at his face. Of course, he was staring down at you with that damned half-grin touching his lips. Fuck. "Nothin'."

His grin grew. "Nothin'?"

You scrunched your nose in response. The wine had gone to your head by now. You weren't drunk, not even close, but you felt . . . warm.

The warmth only grew as you felt Yoongi's hand twitch under your hold, your eyes being drawn down, watching as he clasped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers together. And then you knew your feelings really hadn't faded. Not even close.

"You named it Matilda's . . . " you trailed off, voicing your thoughts as you peeked up at him again through your lashes.

His brows twitched, his expression changing before the small smile lifted back onto his face. "You made me watch it so many times, it became my favorite movie, too," he hummed, searching your face for . . . something . "It meant a lot to me . . . so I thought why not?"

You smiled, warmly. "You were really good tonight, Yoon,” you hummed, biting your lower lip out of nerves. “I missed hearing you play.”

“Yeah?”

“ Yeah . . . you're full of surprises, Min Yoongi."

His hand squeezed yours. "Can I surprise you one more time?"

"I guess," you jokingly huffed, clicking your tongue.

"Can I make you a drink?"

"Will I get alcohol poisoning?"

" . . . Maybe."

"I'm sold."

That was enough to get the man to usher you out of the booth, the two of you standing, but he didn't drop your hand. Instead, he tugged you along, leading you to the currently empty bar without a bartender in sight. You supposed it was close to closing time, but you didn't pay any mind to that, you just followed Yoongi, complete trust within you.

He graciously took you to the bar, gesturing for you to sit down on one of the stools while he slipped behind the bar, resting his hands on the counter as his eyes searched his options. You watched in silence as he maneuvered behind the bar, grabbing bottles and mixing them together in a tiny glass. When he had finished, he glanced up at you, and with a wink, slid the drink your way.

He clicked his tongue. "Bottom's up."

Hesitantly, you took the drink, bringing it to your lips as you took a sip. Immediately, it seemed pure rubbing alcohol had slipped down your throat as you slammed the drink down on the counter and coughed. Once the initial shock passed you, you narrowed your eyes at the man, who just so happened to be stifling a laugh before your very eyes.

He scrunched his nose. "Thoughts?"

"Are you legally allowed to be behind that bar?"

He tilted his head. "Technically . . . but I shouldn't."

You couldn't help it, you burst out laughing. "Then what the fuck was this about?"

"Suhyuk, my, uh, bartender, taught me how to make a Mai Tai last week . . . but I think I used vodka instead of rum . . . and then more vodka instead of lime juice . . . " he trailed off, shaking his head. "Actually, I think that's just a full glass of vodka."

"So you really did just try to poison me?"

He snorted. "It appears so."

You laughed again, flicking his nose. "You're an idiot."

"Hey—" he leaned forward on the counter, his face awfully close to yours now— "I was trying to impress you."

"It would've taken more than a drink to impress me, Yoon," you hummed, leaning closer to him.

His eyes trailed across your features. "I figured."

Your heart pounded, the urge to glance at his lips becoming increasingly hard to ignore. (Especially given how close the two of you currently were.)

But . . . there was no way you were going to look at his lips. Nope. No way. You wouldn't—

Your eyes flicked down to his lips.

Fuck.

"Can I confess something?" you saw him say before you heard it.

Your eyes stayed trained on his lips. "Mmm."

But he never got the chance.

One second Yoongi was opening his mouth, a secret resting on his tongue, then the next Taehyung was plopping down onto the bar stool next to you, intruding. The two of you pulled apart, eyes drifting over to see Taehyung shooting you his best boxy smile as he raised his brows. (You could have sworn you saw Yoongi's jaw clench at the realization of his presence, but you tried not to focus on that . . . )

"So what did you guys think?" Taehyung hummed, in a sing-song voice.

You quirked a brow. "Hmm?"

Taehyung only blinked, his face falling. "About my performance."

Your eyes widened as you glanced at Yoongi for a brief second. You'd forgotten he had performed. "Oh, uh—"

Taehyung clicked his tongue. "Nevermind, nevermind," he huffed, cutting you off with the wave of his hand. "OK, you two will tell me the truth, right?"

You and Yoongi shared a look of confusion. What was Taehyung on about?

"About, like, what?" you voiced aloud, speaking for both you and Yoongi.

A frustrated sigh left Taehyung's lips as he leaned toward you and mumbled something under his breath. But . . . you didn't catch it. Now he wanted to be cryptic. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

"What?"

"Hari."

"Oh."

"So what do you think?" Taehyung questioned, sucking his bottom lip under his teeth as he glanced between you and Yoongi for advice.

You only snorted. "About what? The fact that you're an idiot?"

Yoongi tapped your hand as if to tell you to stop before he huffed out, "Just talk to her."

Because that was so much more helpful than your remark. That time, you did roll your eyes.

And it seemed Taehyung shared your annoyance as he groaned, "You guys are horrible help."

With that, he began to stand up, but you reached out to grab his arm, pulling him back down. You shook your head silently at him while you thought of what to say. And then it hit you.

"OK, OK, listen . . . you guys were always good together," you hummed, telling the truth.

"She's right. You're a team," Yoongi agreed. "So I say why not go for it? Why not try to win her back and see how it goes?"

Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance. What now? "You old people don't get it—"

"Old?" you snorted, glancing at Yoongi. "Are we old?"

Yoongi scrunched his nose, shaking his head. "Nah, it's only my first week at the retirement home."

You couldn't help the small laugh which left your lips. Yoongi only stared at you, something in his eyes while the corners of his lips tipped into a smile as his gaze drifted over your features.

An abrupt cough from Taehyung snapped the two of you out of your daze, bringing your attention back to the brunette. "Anyways . . . " he trailed off, his eyes searching the crowd before they landed on Hari, who was currently spinning her brother into a dip while Jimin and Jungkook cheered them on. That brought a smile to Taehyung's face, shaking his head a second later and turning his attention back to you and Yoongi. "Ever since your birthday, we've been beating around the bush so to say. She kissed me that night, we fucked in the bathroom—"

"Gross," you scoffed.

"What?" Yoongi countered, a brow raised. "Not a fan of bathroom sex?"

"Not really," you said, sucking in air through your teeth in a hiss. "It's like kissing the rim of a toilet seat."

A hum of acknowledgment from Yoongi. "I see where you're coming from but—"

But Taehyung butted in, growing more irritated. "Can we keep the conversation on me? Please? I need help. Me. Your friend, Taehyung," he whined, gesturing to himself.

You and Yoongi shared a look before turning your attention back to Taehyung. You raised a brow and nodded. "We're waiting," you mused.

"We've been going back and forth ever since then, alright? But every time she comes over, she doesn't stay the night. It's like she . . . like she thinks I'm using her or something . . . like we're friends with fucking benefits," Taehyung confessed with an agitated groan. His hands were in his dark locks now, tugging. "But I don't want that. I just . . . I don't know how I can tell her that I still love her . . . that I want more than this stupid thing we've got going on."

Silence was his only response as you and Yoongi processed his words.

Which he didn't seem to take note of as he went on. "I don't know. Maybe it's for the best. She is Hoseok's little sister, after all. What if we really do try again and then I ruin it like I did last time? That'll mess up the whole group . . . and Hobi would hate my guts."

You didn't miss the way his situation had begun to sound familiar to you. Perhaps too familiar.

And to your dismay, Yoongi was the one to speak. "You'll never know unless you try," he hummed, seemingly deep in thought.

You only blinked, your eyes trailing to Yoongi's face. But he didn't look your way. What was he thinking?

"But . . . don't you see? Trying to win her back would be like you two getting together. It's bound to fail," Taehyung went on, and your heart swelled. "I know you'd never go there . . . but it'd be the same. You two are too similar, and there's too much history. Hari and I are the same. We were friends before like you guys, then we tried a relationship, but getting together only made us fight. If we tried again and I fucked it up . . . I'd lose her completely."

Yoongi still didn't look at you. Hell, he didn't even look up as he asked in a hushed tone, "So you'd rather just be her friend for the rest of your life?"

A heavy sigh left Taehyung. "Wouldn't you do the same?"

Then . . . Yoongi did look up, but he didn't meet Taehyung's gaze . . . he met yours. Your heart swelled in your chest and for a second you could have sworn you'd seen his eyes try to tell you something more, but he looked away before you could decipher the look.

"Tae . . . that'd be a big mistake," Yoongi finally said, his eyes on him now. (But you couldn't look away from his pale face.) "If you let her go now, she'll give up. She won't wait for you to change your mind. And when that happens . . . when you realize that no matter how you feel or how much you want her back, it'll be too late. You won't get a second chance. She won't give you one."

You blinked. He couldn't be talking about—

"If you do that . . . " Yoongi trailed off, interrupting your thoughts as his eyes met yours again, holding something deeper within them. "You'll make it your life's mission to go out there and meet the most perfect beautiful girl in the world just to try and get over her."

A bitter laugh left him then as he shook his head, but his eyes never left yours. "You'll end up marrying this other woman, spending the rest of your life with her and you know you'll tell yourself that she's perfect—"

His face contorted in silent pain, his brows twitching with longing. "You'll tell yourself that you really must be happy; that she has to be the one because she's beautiful and perfect and she's your wife. You have to make it work, because you're out of second chances. But it won't ever feel right. You'll end up haunted by this decision . . . because no matter how perfect she is for you . . . she won't ever be her ."

He cleared his throat only once, shaking his head. "She won't be Hari, I mean."

Silence consumed the three of you, Taehyung taking in his words while Yoongi looked at you, his eyes soft and warm. You knew that look. He was baring his soul to you. And all you could do was stare, eyes burning as your head spun and spun and spun, trying to make sense of his words. He couldn't be talking about you. He couldn't. No, because that would mean that he had once felt the same; that it hadn't been all in your head; that he could've been . . . yours.

"You get emotional over the weirdest things," Taehyung remarked as he clapped a hand down on Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi only laughed through his nose, lowering his gaze to the counter. But you kept staring in disbelief.

You didn't even notice when Taehyung turned to you. "What do you think?"

"I—" your voice came out curt and hoarse. You quickly shook your head and forced yourself to glance Taehyung's way. "Hari loves you. Just try Tae . . . and by that I mean grow up a little."

"Already one step ahead of you," Taehyung affirmed with a friendly wink. "OK—" he grabbed the glass in front of you and took a sip, but immediately coughed at the taste— "Fuck, what is this?"

"Vodka," you and Yoongi muttered.

With a shake of his head. Taehyung put the glance down and slid off the stool, sending a bow your way. "Thank you, elderly folk, for your wisdom," he hummed, but he received no reply. "OK . . . "

And then he was gone, off to try to win over the girl of his dreams while you and Yoongi suffocated in the silence. Time had its harsh grip on you two once again. You could feel it digging into your shoulder, holding you in place as your thoughts spiraled.

"Yoongi . . . " you heard yourself whisper, not even recognizing your own voice.

At the sound of your soft voice, Yoongi glanced up, his eyes holding this deep sadness you had only seen on him at his darkest times. His lips tipped into an equally sad smile as he leaned on the counter, bowing his head again before he released a sigh. "When you left for Busan . . . Hari told me the truth," he began, his voice soft and quiet, but no longer holding that calmness as it shook slightly. "I had . . . I thought that crush that you had went away when I went off to college. I didn't realize . . . "

And then it clicked.

Years ago, the night of your graduation, you'd found Yoongi sitting outside in your backyard, feet in the pool as he contemplated his future. You remembered sitting down beside him. You remembered asking what happened between him and his ex-girlfriend. You remembered he told you he wanted something special, something real, something more.

He'd said this because being back in town had made him realize what really meant the most to him. You had thought he meant he wanted more with Daeun; that he had seen her that day and decided she was the one for him. You thought he . . . You didn't realize he could've meant—

You didn't let yourself finish that thought. Instead, you spoke them aloud. "That night . . . at my graduation you said you wanted more," you went on, hesitant about your thoughts. "You meant . . . "

"With you," he confirmed, his voice barely audible.

Realization hit you. "And . . . I told you that I . . . "

His brows twitched, nodding at your words. "That you hadn't found it yet. I thought . . . I thought you were trying to subtly reject me," he hummed, glancing away to hide his face from your view. You weren't sure why, until he turned back to face you and you saw the tears glossing his eyes. A sad smile lifted onto his lips as he tilted his head to the side, silently observing you. "I was too scared to risk it. Like Tae said . . . I was scared I'd lose you entirely."

You sucked in a sharp breath. "That's why you asked Daeun out," you breathed out, your bottom lip trembling now. "Why you—You got married."

"And I lost you anyway."

"I left," you rushed out in disbelief, the words holding a double meaning.

He nodded only once. "You left."

The ghost of what could've been haunted the two of you. Your eyes trained on his, finally seeing all the things he had kept to himself all these years. It could've been, had one not been too scared, and the other too stubborn.

But it seemed as Yoongi's confession lifted the weight off his shoulders, fear trickled into your senses. He was giving you a chance; an option. You could take it or you could choose to leave just as you had been doing for the past four years now. You could start over in the way you had always wanted.

Trying to win her back would be like you two getting together. It's bound to fail, Taehyung's voice clouded your senses until it was all you heard.

It's bound to fail.

There was no way you could know for certain if taking this risk would be worth it. Because, truly, if Taehyung was right . . . then you and Yoongi had been doomed from the start. What if this foreign territory between the two of you ended up not being what you wanted . . . or worse what if it ended up exceeding your expectations?

What happened if you began to lean on that love; to lean on him ?

What if you found yourself not being able to live without him?

What would happen if, in trying to support each other; to aid each other, you ended up ruining the other just as you had done years ago? You couldn't go through that again. It would be too much.

Or worse . . .

. . . what if once you allowed yourself to lean on him with your entire soul bared to him, you lost him just as quickly? Losing him would be like losing an organ. It'd be detrimental. The pain would be visceral, unable to be mended. What then? You were sure you wouldn't be able to survive that.

It's bound to fail.

You couldn't breathe, your blouse suddenly too tight as Yoongi's gaze still trailed across your features with such care; such adoration that you were sure it'd suffocate you in the end. There was only one thing to do: you had to get out of there.

"I have to—I have to go," you found yourself rushing out as you frantically slid off the stool, hand in your hair. "I'm sorry."

Yoongi called out your name, but you were already headed for the exit.

But just your luck, someone halted you in your path, putting their hands on your shoulders. You glanced up, eyes landing on your brother, who was looking at you with a confused look stretched across his face. You nearly pushed out of his grasp, but he had already cut you off.

"Woah, woah, where you going?" Seokjin burst out, his eyes searching yours but you refused to open up to him.

"Home," you muttered, keeping your eyes on the ground.

"Why?"

You blinked up at him. "Did you know?" you found yourself asking, unable to control your thoughts. "About Yoongi?"

Seokjin's brows furrowed on his face, his grip letting up. "What?"

"Did you fucking know, Jin?" you spat, smacking his chest.

"Fuck—" he swallowed, haphazardly— "did he tell you about what happened to his hand?"

It was your turn to send him a confused look. "What? The bar fight?"

Seokjin nodded, but the confusion remained. "Yeah, did he tell you why ?"

"No?" you huffed, tilting your head. "Why?"

Wait.

Was there something else Yoongi hadn't told you?

You blinked again. "Jin, why? What happened?"

"It's not my place to say," was all your brother gave you.

That was enough to piss you off. "Why do you assholes keep hiding shit from me?" you spat under your breath as you tried to push by him to reach the exit.

Seokjin wouldn't budge. "Wait, wait, I'll call you a cab," he offered. "I'd drive us home, but I've been drinking. Let me get a cab or an uber or whatever. You're not walking, dumbass."

"I don't—"

But a deeper voice from behind you cut you off. "It's OK. I'll take her home," the person hummed, calmness to his voice. You knew who it was instantly. "I haven't been drinking."

Slowly, you glanced over your shoulder, your eyes landing on Yoongi's pristine appearance. Against your will, your brows twitched with longing, and you could've sworn you saw that same longing swirling in his eyes as he stared at you. You briefly heard your brother thank Yoongi, reaching to pat him on the back before he left you with the one man you had been fleeing from. He took you in, tilting his head as his eyes drifted lower and then back up to your face before he sent you one of his infamous tight-lipped smiles which held layers of unease.

"Will you let me take you home?"

And all you could do was nod.

Silence was your beholder.

The entire drive back to the apartment was entirely silent, neither of you daring to open your mouths to address what had happened at the bar. You'd especially let the silence stake its claim on you as you'd leaned back in the passenger's seat, lolling your head to the side as your eyes lazily took in the streets of Seoul.

With your arms crossed over your chest, you gnawed on your bottom lip, secretly wishing Yoongi would just say something . . . anything. But he'd kept silent and you were forced to focus on the seatbelt digging into your ribs, reminding you that you hadn't imagined this whole thing; that he'd really confessed to wanting to be with you long ago; that you had a decision to make . . . one that could either ignite your soul's youth once again or end up ruining you completely.

Only when Yoongi pulled into the parking garage under the apartment complex did you realize you'd have to make a decision sooner than you'd hoped. And as the engine shut off, you only grew more anxious. But neither of you advanced to slide out of the car and neither of you cared to turn to look in each other's direction. The two of you just sat there in his Hyundai Palisade, unmoving without speaking a word as the silence dug its strong grip into your flesh.

You were sure it'd consume you completely . . . until you heard his voice.

His voice came deep and calm just as it always had as he pegged the question. "Are you mad?"

It lingered in the air.

Are you mad?

No, you were sure you weren't. That was not why you had reacted the way you did. Rather, fear had been your drive. It was a primal instinct. Flight or fight, so to speak. And you'd always chosen flight.

But you couldn't run from this; from him.

You'd found your voice then, clearing your throat before you spoke. "Shocked? Yes. Frustrated? Yes. But . . . I'm not mad, Yoongi," you mumbled, feeling sheepish. "I just . . . I don't know. I'm confused."

A deep hum from Yoongi as you watched him lean back in his seat out of your peripheral vision. "I can help," he offered, his voice holding softness.

Your eyes snapped shut, heart beating so loud you could practically hear it in your ears as you weighed your options. You didn't know what you were doing, but you did know one thing: you still felt something for him.

Shit. OK.

You were doing this. OK, you were doing this. You were—

Fuck it.

"What does this mean?" you heard yourself ask the question as you aimlessly gestured between the two of you.

When you didn't receive an answer, you turned your head to face him, eyes instantly finding his. You watched as his eyes softened and he relaxed into his seat. He trailed his gaze over your face before he anxiously tongued the corners of his mouth, simultaneously sucking in a sharp breath.

"What do you want it to mean?" he breathed out in one exhale, hesitance clear in his words.

You pursed your lips. "I don't know."

And you didn't.

You just didn't want to ruin him; to ruin the bond between you. You'd just gotten him back. You didn't want to lose him again. That was perhaps the only reason for your hesitance. But it was enough to make you refrain.

However, Yoongi took this well. "I can work with that," he hummed, trying to offer a small smile but it didn't reach his eyes.

"How long?" you asked another question, unable to stop yourself. "How long have you wanted . . . more ?"

He anxiously tongued the corners of his mouth once again. "Like I mentioned earlier, um, I didn't realize it until I came back from college. I kept searching for . . . something in every single person I hooked up with," he began, carefully watching your reactions.

"I didn't realize I was searching for pieces of you in . . . everyone. And then I came back and I saw you and it was like I . . . like I . . . " The words died on his tongue as he shook his head. " But you were Seokjin's little sister. You were off-limits. I wasn't supposed to feel that way toward you, and I knew that and I was gonna forget about it; forget about you . . . but then that night . . . I . . . I didn't want to be away from you anymore."

Your heart swelled in your chest. If only you'd known. You would've kissed him that night.

But now . . .

"But I thought it was too late," Yoongi went on, sighing at his own words as he dragged a hand through his orange locks. "So I gave up and well, you know the rest . . . "

A nod of acknowledgment came from you as you uncrossed your arms and sat up in your seat. Your eyes found his, and you couldn't stop the question which fell from your tongue, "And now?"

"I offered to pick you up at the station that day . . . Seokjin didn't tell me to go. I wanted to see you. I wanted to see if I still . . . " he tapped the steering wheel, seemingly trying to coax the words out of himself. But he'd never been good at telling people how he felt. That was how you two ended up here. "You got off that train and it was like no time had passed. It was like we were still kids trying to figure out our lives, and I thought . . . 'maybe she'd want to figure this out together ', you know? I thought maybe you'd give me a second chance . . . and then you did, but not in that way . . . and I didn't want to screw it up by telling you that I wanted more . . . "

You nodded once again, unable to do anything else.

"I—this isn't how I wanted you to find out," he scoffed under his breath, shaking his head. "I wanted to—" he scrunched his nose— " woo . . . you, I guess. Fuck, that sounds stupid, doesn't it? I just — I wanted you to be sure about me . . . about us. " He turned to look at you, but you didn't dare meet his gaze. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't want to lose you again," was all you could manage, choking it out.

Yoongi nodded, wetting his bottom lip as his gaze dropped to his lap. "So you want to stay friends?" he questioned, trying to maintain that calm nature, but you heard the disappointment in his voice.

But you were still at a crossroads.

"I don't know," you settled on . . . because truly . . . you didn't know where to go from here.

And then you thought of your brother. Would he even let Yoongi near you if he knew?

That was exactly why you asked, "What about Seokjin?"

Yoongi released something between a snort and a scoff, despite himself. "He'd get over it," he reassured, but he didn't look your way, his focus still on his lap. "He'd be a bitch about it . . . but he'd get over it."

You only hummed in response, nodding.

A minute passed. Then two. Then three before either of you did anything.

Yoongi was the first to move, leaning forward in his seat so his arm rested on the console while he inched closer to you. His eyes found yours next, glancing up at you through his lashes as he studied your face with his mouth slightly parted and brows only just raised. He tongued the corners of his mouth once again, almost letting his anxiety eat away at him. (Emphasis on the almost.)

" Angel . . . I think it's about time I take my own advice," Yoongi whispered, his deep voice hushed and barely audible. "I'd like to try this — " he gestured between the two of you — "out . . . if you think it'd be something you'd want." He wet his bottom lip, the skin already irritated and slightly dry as his eyes seemed to plead, tell me I’m not too late.

Your bottom lip was trapped under your teeth in a second. You just . . . you needed time. You needed to think. You needed to make sure you'd be alright with taking this risk—the risk of losing him if this failed.

And then before you even realized it, you'd asked, "Can I think about it?"

Yoongi didn't have time to bite back his grin. "Course."

It's bound to fail.

But you had to be sure.

You owed it to yourself . . . to him.

Another minute of silence.

And then, he spoke, "Uh—“ he paused to let out a sheepish laugh— “can I ask you something? . . . Feel free to say no if it's too far."

You blinked, tilting your head to the side. "Why not?" you trailed off, keeping your eyes on his face while you searched for the answers. What answer were you hoping for? You hadn't known.

It seemed he hadn't been expecting your response as he sucked in a sharp breath, eyes still searching yours. Were the two of you searching for the same thing? "Can I kiss you?" he hesitantly asked, his brows twitching with longing. "Just in case. I just . . . I wanna know . . . "

You swallowed, hard. "Tell me what you want, Yoon. I'm right here . . . and I'm listening."

A smile tugged at his lips. "I wanna know what you taste like," he admitted, voice soft. " Feel like. Sound like. So I can . . . remember it."

It's bound to fail, rang in your ears as your eyes widened. "What if someone sees and thinks we’re doing . . . something . . . ?"

“Shy now, are you? Look, no one's gonna see and if they do . . . well . . . I'd still be the lucky one," Yoongi mumbled, eyes on your lips now.

"Mmm."

It's bound to fail, you were reminded again. But this would just be a kiss. You'd kissed Namjoon before. Hell, you'd even kissed Jimin on a drunken dare . . . and yet you were still friends with the two of them. It didn't have to mean anything. It was just a kiss.

. . . Right?

Fuck it.

"OK, yeah, yeah, yes, kiss me."

"Wait, really?"

Lust had clouded your judgment now, replacing the fear as you nodded with fervor. You weren’t thinking anymore, not in the slightest. "Yoongi. Please, " you nearly whined, your mind escaping you entirely now.

Deep in the back of his throat, a strangled noise sounded as he commanded, "C'mere."

And you were putty in his hands. You'd unbuckled your seatbelt at the same time as him, and then hastily climbed over the console, swinging one leg over him so you were straddling his waist. Your hands found his chest, feeling how firm it was under your touch as you lazily trailed up his body until you reached his neck, grazing his Adam's apple and wishing you could run your tongue across it. You swallowed, hard, ignoring your thoughts and, instead, cupping your hands just under his jaw and grazing your thumbs across his jawline.

Everything felt new.

This uncharted territory was just itching for you to explore it, and you eagerly accepted the challenge, finally bringing your eyes up to his face and studying his features. His brows were furrowed, his lips slightly parted in what looked like awe as he kept his eyes locked on you, trailing across every curve, every freckle . . . everything. You nearly melted under his dark gaze, feeling your skin heat up as your body only grew warmer against his, despite the lack of contact. Only then did you realize he had yet to touch you.

"This doesn't feel like kissing," you teased, running your thumb across his bottom lip.

"Shut up," he murmured, sounding stern as he nipped at your taunting thumb. "I'm savoring you." He leaned closer, until you could feel his breath against your skin.

A hum escaped you, "Somehow you made that sound unappetizing ."

The glint in his eyes turned dark, devilish even as his gaze met yours while a sly half-grin tugged at his lips. It was almost as if he were challenging you, and you were failing miserably at trying to keep your composure. But he didn't seem bothered as he trailed his gaze back down to your body, running over your lips, the little bit of cleavage showing through your blouse, and then halting right where your bodies met, flush up against each other.

And slowly, so slow that it was almost painful, his hands found their way to your hips and squeezed, fingers digging into you almost as if they were growing agitated by the barrier of your skirt. His eyes flicked up to meet yours for a brief second, checking your reaction, only to find your lips parted, the sound of your breath hitching in the back of your throat circling the heated air in the car.

His hands made their painstakingly slow descent down your thighs, until they reached the hem of your midi skirt which had now bunched up due to your position. With his eyes still checking your face every so often for a reaction, he snaked his hands under your skirt, but he kept them glued to the skin above your knees, barely moving as he tilted his head to the side and observed the shaky rise and fall of your chest. A smug grin touched his lips as he began to draw circles across your skin with the pads of his thumbs.

With that smirk still stretched across his face, he leaned in closer, his breath hitting your ear. He was so close now you almost shivered. "You have no idea how long you've haunted me," he whispered, his voice lowering as you felt his lips just barely graze the skin on your neck.

Instantly, your eyes fluttered closed as you ran your tongue along your bottom lip, suddenly feeling parched, and that was when you felt it: the hot wetness of your panties sticking to your core. You could practically hear the grin widen on his face as he laughed under his breath, the action tickling your already sensitive skin. He was enjoying this too much. And he didn't stop there as his sinful hands grazed further up your thighs, halting only briefly when they met the fabric of your lacy underwear before they skipped over the material and instead settled on your hips once again, squeezing the now bare skin.

"Every night, dreaming of you like this," Yoongi hissed through gritted teeth, his hands kneading your hips. "Having you like this." His tongue flicked out to taste your neck, causing you to shiver. "Having you in ways I can't even say." He blew cold air across the damp strip of skin he had just licked, only making you shiver more.

"I want you to say it . . . " you heard yourself whine before you could think. Your voice was softer than a whisper now, but you knew Yoongi had heard it as you could feel him grin against your skin.

That, however, didn't stop him from going, "What was that?"

"Fuck you," you groaned, pushing against his chest but not pulling out of his grasp. "You heard me."

One of his hands released itself from under your skin, instead, trailing up your body until it stopped at your neck. With one hand still clutching onto your hip, the other tangled into your hair, pressing flush against the back of your head as he pulled you closer to him. "Mmm, wanna hear it again," he murmured against your ear, his breath hot. "Want you to tell me exactly what you want from me." He caught the lobe of your ear between his teeth, nibbling gently as if to tease you.

"I want you to tell me what you've dreamed of," you confessed, breathlessly, shifting slightly in a weak attempt to relieve yourself of the tension between your legs, only to be met with the feeling of your slick pulsing out of your cunt. The feeling almost made you release a quiet moan, but you swallowed it and continued with your request. "How you'd have me."

That was enough to set Yoongi off. The hand on your hip tightened until you were sure there might be slight bruising there in the morning, while he pulled you in closer with his other hand, keeping it secure against the back of your head while his mouth attacked your neck. He licked a long strip from the base to just under your ear where your sweet soft lay, lapping and swirling his tongue against the sensitive skin. He continued his devious attack before he began sucking, quietly moaning into your neck as he took note of the slight gasps escaping your lips.

Then, he found your pulse, halting above it before grazing his teeth over it, working you up more. He chuckled under his breath at your reaction, only to dive back in, lapping at the skin for only a second before his tongue was replaced with his teeth as he gently bit down.

At the sound of you inhaling sharply, he bit down harder just enough to leave small indentations, but it was more than enough to coax a strangled mewl out of you. He lapped at the marks, running his hot tongue against your skin in an attempt to soothe it before he leaned back, eyes connecting with yours as a smug half-grin took its place on his face.

"Sorry, baby—" he cupped your face with the hand that had been in your hair, gently grazing the apple of your cheek— "I thought you asked me to show you." And then he winked. He fucking winked.

Still trying to catch your breath, you scoffed but a grin managed to spread across your face. "Is it too late to tell you I hate you?"

Yoongi tilted his head to the side, eyes on your neck as he observed the marks he'd left. "Mmm, I wouldn't believe you," he hummed, running the pads of his fingers across the raised skin, with an almost prideful glint in his eyes.

The gentle touch coaxed out of you a soft, "Yoongi."

His eyes snapped to your face, holding a darker haze to them. " Fuck, say that again."

You lazily blinked at him, biting back your grin. "Yoongi," you breathed out again.

Deep in his throat, a low moan left him as the hand on your hip pulled you in until your chest was nearly flush with his, your faces centimeters apart as his nose brushed yours. "That's how I'd have you," he hissed out, pulling back only enough so he could get a better look at you. The thumb grazing your cheek lowered on your face until it rested against your bottom lip, brushing against it. "Whining my name, practically begging me to touch you as I spread you out on my bed, legs on my shoulders while I blow cool air across your dripping cunt to soothe it." His thumb pressed down, parting your lips. "You'd let me soothe the ache, wouldn't you, angel?"

"Y-Yes," you rushed out, eyes connecting with his as you just barely touched your tongue against the pad of his thumb, beckoning him to slide it into your mouth.

And he listened, sliding his thumb into your mouth as you closed your lips around the digit. You gently sucked on it, swirling your tongue around his thumb. "Yes, what?" he managed to bite out, but you caught the shaky tinge to his voice and how his eyes were now completely blown out, pupils large and round with lust.

"Yoongi," you mumbled, your voice muffled by his thumb, making sure to drawl out the syllables of his name. "Yes, Yoongi. "

That was all it took before Yoongi dragged his thumb out of your mouth, the release making a popping noise. But he paid that no mind, instead, carrying out his attack as his lips attached to your neck again, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin while the hand on your hip trailed up to your hip bone. His thumb grazed the hem of your underwear, sneaking just under the material to tease the skin there but he didn't go any lower. This, however, didn't matter as you felt more of your slick pulse from your slit, this time causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.

With Yoongi's hand tightening at the sound you'd made, you found your voice. "How else—" you paused, swallowing another moan when his tongue licked across your sweet spot, before you continued— "How else would you soothe . . . it?"

Yoongi halted his attack, breathless against your neck. "You want me to continue?"

"Mmm."

"What—" a kiss to your neck— "do you want to know?"

"Everything," you hummed, fisting his dress shirt in your hands.

Yoongi laughed, darkly. "Need you to be more specific, dollface."

Dollface. That one was new. Your heart fluttered at the thought. It gave you the courage you needed to continue.

"Want to know how you'd—" you paused to catch your breath, swallowing hard before you nodded at your looming request. "How you'd make me cum."

You felt Yoongi shift under you. "God, so many ways—"

But you didn't let him finish. "With this," you mumbled as you brought your hand up to touch your pointer finger to his lips.

Yoongi grinned widely against your finger, kissing it briefly before his eyes flicked down to where your bodies met. "I'd start here," he began, his free hand gently pushing your skirt up to reveal your thighs.

At the reveal of more skin, he hissed out air through his teeth while his hands trailed up and down the slopes of your thighs. "Mark your thighs. Make you mine. Then—" he paused to squeeze your thighs, grinning wider when you tensed against him— "I'd let you ride my face. Let you use my tongue until you cum. Hold you there while you ride it out, and even then, even after I've made you cum hot and hard, I'd keep sucking on that pretty little pussy just to see if you could take it."

His eyes flicked to yours, the devilish glint still there, taunting you. "Maybe I'd even get you to squirt for me."

A whimper left you as you tucked your bottom lip under your teeth and swallowed, hard. Your slick had begun to soak through your panties, coating your inner thighs as you clenched around nothing. You weren't sure if Yoongi was aware of the way his words were making your clit pulse, and if you were being honest with yourself . . . you wanted him to know. Worse, you wanted him to do something about it. You wanted him to fix it.

God, this was so much more than a kiss, and he hadn't even met your lips with his yet. But you didn't care.

"You alright?" Yoongi asked, his face suddenly stoic and solemn as he searched your eyes. "Did I go too far?"

"No, it's just—" you rushed out almost immediately, cutting yourself off before you'd even begun to speak. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, sheepishly looking up at him. You had never been this bashful around all the other guys you'd fucked. Yoongi hadn't even kissed you yet and it seemed you were already unraveling. But one warm glance from him, and you forced yourself to say the words on your mind. "Can I show you?"

Yoongi's eyes lit up with intrigue as he squeezed your hip. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, licking his lips in anticipation.

With a hint of a smile tugging at your lips, you grabbed his free hand, guiding it under your skirt. You guided his hand toward your clothed core, pressing him up against you with a shaky exhale. You dropped your hand from his, allowing him to roam across the damp panties creating a barrier between your flesh and his. His lips tipped into a half-grin as your slick coated his fingers through the fabric.

"You this wet for me?" he mused, his thumb brushing up and down your clothed slit.

"Always," you laughed through your gasp, giddily winking at him with a toothy grin on your face.

His amused expression broke out into a wide grin as he laughed and leaned his head against the headrest. Shaking his head, he brought a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose while a vocal sigh left his lips. "God, what are you doing to me?" he mused, warmly. You watched as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

You couldn't help but taunt, "You alright?"

Yoongi stilled, licking his lips before he dropped his hand from his face and lifted his head from the headrest so his eyes could meet your gaze. He raised a brow and huskily asked, "Can I show you?"

You could only nod, not trusting your tongue. And then he was latching his hands onto your hips again, holding you in place as he bucked up against you, grinding his hardened length into you. A shocked gasp escaped you, and before you could link mind and body, you rolled your hips, rutting your clit against his cock. He groaned at the contact, his head hitting the headrest once again as he gazed at you through hooded eyes, tongue coming out to lick the corners of his mouth while his chest rapidly rose and fell. But he didn't move to brush against you again. He'd even tightened his grip on your hips, preventing you from rutting into him again, causing an agitated whimper to sound from your lips.

He chuckled under his breath at the pout you sent his way as he flicked your puffed-out bottom lip. His breathing was still ragged as he asked, "Can I confess something else?"

Your hands rested over where his still laid on your hips. "Go for it," you hummed, gently.

He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it. "I think you are utterly fucking captivating ."

And your heart swelled in your chest.

The thing was: you'd been called pretty a few times in your life, mostly by men who wanted to get in your pants, and you'd liked that. You liked feeling pretty and being called it. But no one had ever called you . . . captivating. The fact that it came from Yoongi only made it that much more special. Captivating. He thought you were captivating.

I think you're captivating, too, Yoon, you thought, questioning if you should say those words aloud.

But you didn't.

Those words didn't leave you. Instead, your eyes flicked down to his lips, then you crashed into him, slamming your lips onto his with so much fervor, you nearly knocked all the air out of your lungs. You felt Yoongi go stiff beneath you for only a second before he reacted, hands grabbing at your hips before he wrapped one of his arms around your waist to pull you in closer until he was sure there was no space left between the two of you.

"I wanted to kiss you first," Yoongi huffed into your mouth, kissing your lips in between his words. He sounded slightly irritated which you found to be humorous, but he kept you right where he had you.

You moaned when the hand on your hip grabbed your ass, kneading the hot flesh as he captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it like he had done to your neck. When he released your lip from his hold, you taunted, "Took too long."

He snickered against your jaw, pressing a kiss there before he replied. "I thought that was our thing."

You slapped his chest as he began sucking on your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses in his warpath. "Shut up and kiss me, Yoon," you groaned, shifting against him but he wouldn't let you move freely. Your clit ached to be touched, and he knew this almost too well.

Another sloppy kiss came to your jaw. "Yes, ma'am," he obliged, sending you a shit-eating grin with a wink.

You'd almost asked what he was up to.

But you weren't kept wondering for long.

Before you could inhale, Yoongi had slid his hand back down to your clothed slit, running his thumb up and down. You gasped into his mouth at the contact, gripping onto his biceps to hold yourself in place, while he only chuckled at your reaction before dipping his tongue into your mouth. Still gasping as his thumb lazily explored, you managed to kiss him back, tongues melding together in a desperate attempt to drink each other in. It was messy and needy, but neither of you cared.

It only became messier when his thumb brushed against your clit, causing your hips to buck, which let him know he'd found the spot he'd been looking for. A quiet, needy groan came from him as he continued biting and nipping at your swollen lips while his thumb pressed down on your most sensitive area, eliciting a long, low moan from said swollen lips. He pressed harder at your reaction, beginning to circle his thumb around the area until you were withering in his arms, desperate for him to touch you without the barriers.

And as if he had read your mind, his fingers reached the edge of your underwear, halting there. “This OK?” he asked, waiting for your permission to slip under the fabric.

All you could do was nod, whimpering, “Yes. Fuck, more than OK.”

He grinned against your mouth, wasting no time as he pulled your underwear to the side and touched your slit, his fingers moving your slick around in lazy circles. "So fucking wet," he groaned, capturing your lips with his to pull you in for another sloppy kiss. “You have no idea how much I just want to fuck you right now.”

You weakly kissed him as you clenched around nothing, and you knew he could feel your impatience, which only made the ache between your legs grow more intense. “Then why haven’t you?” you hummed, not recognizing your own voice.

Beneath you, you could feel how hard he was, his length tight against his dress pants and pressing into your ass. It took everything in you not to beg him to fuck you right there.

“I’m not fucking you for the first time in this car,” he countered, grazing his tongue along your jawline before sucking on the skin.

You swallowed your pride. “Then tell me how you’d do it.”

His attack on your skin halted as he retracted his hand, causing you to whine and desperately grasp for him. That only made that smug grin on his face resurface as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips to the bare skin being revealed as your dress continued to scrunch up around your thighs. He squeezed your thigh with one hand, grabbing you by the jaw with the other as he bit out, “Turn around."

You hastily shifted on top of him, as he maneuvered you until you were leaning against him, back flush with his chest and ass pressed against his hardened length which was still covered by the barrier of his clothes. His arm wrapped around your torso, pressing you closer to him as he propped your leg up, allowing your knee to rest against the side of the car while he spread you apart for him. He dipped his face into your neck, sucking and biting on the skin there, prompting you to lean your head against his shoulder, which you more than willingly complied to. His free hand tickled your skin as it slid into your underwear and to your folds, smearing your wetness around.

You managed to bite back the gasp which almost escaped you. "Someone'll see," you huffed, but nevertheless, tilted your head to provide more skin for him to touch.

"Good," Yoongi hummed against your neck, his fingers quickly finding your clit again, beginning to rub those same firm, small circles. "You're too pretty not to be put on fuckin' display."

"Yoon—"

His name died on your tongue, being replaced by strangled pants as he started rubbing against your clit firm and fast. You were left trembling and withering against him, grasping at your surroundings to hold yourself in place while he continued his relentless attack. The pressure almost made your thighs slam together, but he held them open, a deep growl vibrating in his chest as you started to unravel under his touch. He only rubbed harder, only rubbed faster the more you thrashed, warm pleasure quickly coiling in your lower stomach, threatening to snap any moment.

“Yoon—Yoongi,” you finally choked out.

“What’s wrong, angel? I thought you wanted to know how I’d fuck you,�� Yoongi taunted, his nose pressed into your neck as he nipped at the skin. “This is how I’d start. Make you cum all over my fingers. You’d be so good for me, all fucked-out and ready for my cock.”

“Yoongi, please,” you cried out, trying to grasp at his hands. “Fuck me, please.”

Another deep groan vibrated in his chest, as he instantly lifted the pressure off your clit and slowed down. The lack of attention made you whine, tapping his arm as if you were trying to tell him to continue. But he only chuckled, darkly. “Like that,” he sucked on his teeth. “I’d have you begging like that. Begging for me to fuck you. I bet you’d be able to take all of me, squeezing me so fucking tight like the good girl you are.” Another kiss to your neck. “And I’d let you. Let you take all of me. Not stop until you're screaming my name, still begging for more even after I’ve made you cum all over my cock.”

You clenched around nothing, the throbbing becoming too much now and his words affecting you more than you'd like to admit. “Cocky,” you somehow managed to pant out, your chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath.

He only scoffed, not stopping from circling your clit, again and again, slowly building the coil in your lower stomach once again. “I thought it was good to be cocky,” he murmured.

“May—“ you began but you never got the chance to finish before he picked up his pace and rubbed small, firm circles against your clit, even faster than before until you were sure your jaw had locked. “Fuck, fuck, Yoongi, please.”

“Words, baby."

“I’m gonna—“

The coil was more relentless than before, rings of pleasure building, building, building, until—

He pulled away completely.

“Why—“ you cried out, your release being torn from your grasp. “Yoon, let me cum. Please, please let me.”

Yoongi looked almost pained while he shook his head, pressing sloppy kisses into your neck as his hands brushed along your thighs, attempting to calm you. “I told you,” he hummed, and you just knew he was basking in edging you until you couldn't take anymore. “I’m savoring you.”

“Torturing,” you huffed, still trying to calm your breathing.

You could feel Yoongi grin against your neck. “Turn back around. Wanna see you."

He pressed one final kiss against your neck before he helped you shift on top of him so you were now straddling his lap with your head weakly draped against his shoulder for support. One hand wrapped around your back, supporting you as the other came around your jaw, lifting your head so your eyes could meet his dark gaze.

“So obedient,” he hummed, smugly.

You wet your bottom lip. “Fuck you."

That half-grin was back, taunting you. “Trust me, I’m tempted,” he mused, sending you a wink.

A fucking wink. You scoffed. “Savoring, huh?” you questioned, flicking his nose.

“Mmm, all of you,” he only said, his voice a whisper. But his gaze dropped further down your body, darkening as he trailed along your curves, only halting when he caught a glimpse of the little bit of cleavage peeking out through your blouse. A brow raised on his face as he nodded at his thoughts. "You'll let me see those another time, huh?—“ he eyes your chest— “Let me play with them. Suck on them. Mark them. Fuckin' make them mine."

You raised a brow. Two could play at that game, and he'd teased you enough that night.

"On one condition."

He nodded at your words, eagerly searching your face for the answers.

A grin threatened to slide across your face as you straightened your posture, now eye-level with him. "You'll fuck my face—" your hand trailed down his chest, only halting above the hem of his pants before you reached further and rested your hand over the large tent— "with this." You didn't miss the way his eyes widened as you squeezed his hardened length, palming him through his pants. A smug grin lifted onto your face then as you leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "Make me choke on it. Let you cum down my throat. I promise I'll be a good girl. Swallow . . . every . . . last . . . drop."

You heard him swallow, hard, only catching how his jaw ticked once you leaned back and faced him. There it was. You were sure you'd won.

Yoongi searched your eyes, jaw still clenched as his chest quickly raised up and down. “What are you doing to me?" he rushed out only moments later. And before you could process his words, he was leaning toward you, crashing his lips down onto yours with a need so intense you questioned how the two of you had gone so long without doing this before.

This was what kissing Min Yoongi felt like. You were sure of it now. And, god, did you never want it to stop.

It only took a few more seconds before the two of you were groaning into each other's mouths, desperately trying to get as close as possible. His hands snaked under your skirt once again, quickly finding your hips as he dug his hands into the flesh, hastily pulling you against him. Your hands had gone to his hair, tugging on the long orange strands, and eliciting low moans from him while he worked one hand down to your cunt, wasting no time before he pulled your underwear to the side again and pressed his fingers against your slit. It took him even less time to blindly find your clit before he continued his relentless attack from before.

Already still sensitive from before, the need was more intense now, your core dripping for him. It got the best of you, as you rutted against his hand, the tips of his fingers just barely entering you. But it'd been enough to make you whimper.

"Please," you whined, kissing his jaw. "I need to feel you. Mouth, fingers—“ you swallowed— “cock. I don’t care. Just—need you.”

He stilled and for a second you thought he'd continue teasing you, but you were pleasantly surprised by him pushing his fingers into your cunt. With a sharp inhale, you bucked your hips, meeting each and every one of his pumps, crying out when he pressed his thumb against your swollen clit and rubbed small, firm circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. You quickly became a mess, haphazardly rocking against him with no shame as he fucked his fingers into you, curling against the rough patch, right where you needed him most. You knew you were greedy, but you wanted more, trying to create as much friction against his hand as possible, but in doing so, you almost didn't hear him wince in pain before he hurriedly pulled out of you.

"Fuck, sorry," he winced as he shook his hand, trying to work through the pain. "I'm—shit, I'm sorry, I—"

You, however, cut him off, concern wracking through you. "What happened? Are you OK? Yoon?" you rushed out, tearing yourself out of your lust-filled daze before you assessed the situation. You took in how his face had scrunched up in pain as he squeezed his hand into a fist repeatedly, and then it dawned on you.

That was the hand he'd broken.

"Yeah, I just . . . it hurt a little," he sighed, still shaking his hand. "I'm fine." He brought his other hand to your face, swiping his thumb over your cheek. "I'm fine. You make it better."

But you shook your head in disbelief and reached out to clasp his hand into yours, gently pulling it toward you as you massaged the bones. You brought the end of your skirt up to clean your slick from his fingers before you worked your way there, careful not to hurt him as you rubbed his fingers in an attempt to smooth out the pain. You weren't sure if it was even helping, but you figured it wouldn't hurt to try. All the while, Yoongi sat silently, watching you as you handled him with care. (You didn't catch the warm smile which touched his lips as he watched you.)

Then you were reminded of what Seokjin had told you in the bar. And you felt yourself ask, "You said it was a bar fight. What . . . um . . . caused it?"

Something flashed in his eyes, like he'd been caught in a lie, but he quickly covered it up. "I was drunk and stupid," he muttered, jaw clenching.

Your brows twitched. "You're lying to me."

"Baby, please."

"Yoongi," you breathed out, desperately searching his eyes. "What happened to your hand? Please. Tell me."

A minute passed. Then two. And finally, a third before you watched in disbelief as Min Yoongi crumbled before your very eyes, the calm exterior void.

"You were on the screen . . . at the bar," he murmured after another second, his face falling as he spoke. "It was a while after you left and you had just won some award." He anxiously tongued the corner of his mouth. "I . . . This guy was talking about how he . . . how he fucked you before you made it. He kept going on and on about how he had videos of you on his phone; how you let him . . . do things . . . to you." His jaw clenched so hard you were sure you heard his teeth squeak together. "Jin was with me. We tried—we tried to ignore it . . . but . . . Jin is a better man than me." His eyes met yours then. "Then his friend asked for proof and the fucker took out his phone . . . and I lost it. I'm not proud of it, but I don't regret it."

It's bound to fail.

The world crumbled around you, and your face fell. "You did this because of . . . me ?" you asked aloud, not entirely trusting your voice.

Yoongi shook his head, reaching for you. "It's on me, kid, not you," he tried to reassure, tucking your hair behind your ear. "It was me. I did it."

It's bound to fail.

And you knew it was.

He had ruined his life to defend you. That was evidence enough.

"But your dream . . . "

"Hey, hey, no, don't think like that. I'm better off now," Yoongi tried again to reassure you, but you didn't budge.

"I just don't understand," you felt yourself say. "Why would you ruin everything you worked so hard for . . . for me?"

Yoongi's brows twitched, his head tilting to the side as if your question had perplexed his entire being. "All I have ever wanted was to protect you, support you, be there for you," he began, wetting his lips before he continued. "I was supposed to do that, but I'd failed at that. You—" he squeezed the hand still holding his— "you always protected me, instead. You stood guard over my dreams our entire lives, and I fucked that up. I didn't want to let you down again."

It's bound to fail.

But it already had.

"You ruined your life because of me," you weakly uttered, shaking your head in disbelief.

But Yoongi was quick to counter. "No, no, I would've done it no matter what," he rushed out, desperation in his voice. The calm exterior was long gone now. "I'd like to believe everything happens for a reason, alright, kid? I trust that shit because it's gotten me here . . . it's gotten me to you. I was never supposed to be in the spotlight. Producing's where I belong. Nothing was ruined . . . just . . . just found."

It's bound to fail.

And you already knew what you had to do.

Your eyes closed on their own as your heart swelled more and more in your chest. "I can't do this," you forced yourself to whisper as you dropped his hand. "We can't."

Yoongi tried to grab your hand once again, but you pulled away completely. You tilted your head to the side, sending him a pained look before you climbed off his lap and sat back into the passenger's seat. There was no going forward now. You knew this. You would bear it well. But for now, you let yourself be weak, desperately trying to swallow the lump in your throat that had slowly begun to form while trying to ignore the burning sensation in your eyes.

"Angel, please, I promise I'll do it right this time," you heard him say, his voice wavering now. "I don't . . . I don't . . . want to lose you again."

"Because of me, your dream was ruined," was all you could manage. "What makes you think we won't ruin each other?" But you couldn't look at him. You knew the tears brimming in your eyes would fall then if you did.

It's bound to fail.

Just like you had failed him.

Caring about you had ruined his life. It didn't matter if he had everything he could ever want right now, the little boy you grew up with who dreamed of being a world-renowned pianist had had those dreams crushed . . . because of you. You'd done the one thing you swore you would never do: ruin him.

You'd made your decision now. He’d be better off without you.

You nodded at your thoughts, wetting your lips as you breathed in a sharp breath. "I've already begun to ruin you," you confessed, almost gasping at your own words. "I won't be selfish and let that continue to happen . . . not to you." And with that, you opened the car door and left, ignoring him as he called out your name. You didn’t even look back at him once. You couldn't.

It's bound to fail.

And it had.

From the moment you met Yoongi, the two of you never stood a chance, bound to ruin each other from the start.

July did not pass in your favor.

To be blunt, you spent the entire rest of the month locked up in your studio, trying to paint anything to distract yourself from the memories of that night. You hadn't realized it then, but you did now. You didn't just still have feelings for Yoongi, you still loved him. With every beat of your heart, you quickly realized that perhaps it beat for him, pounding to the rhythm of one of his songs. But reality always seeped back in, ruining this realization as it dawned on you that you could never truly have him. He wasn't yours, and you would never be his.

It didn't matter how much you yearned to be with him, you couldn't. You'd only ruin him more. With his confession, the truth of the past was revealed, and you realized he'd always put you first. He'd keep putting you before him, not caring if his dreams or even his entire life were ruined. And if you let him do this; if you yourself be selfish . . . he'd end up resenting you.

Love wasn't selfish. You wouldn't wield it to be.

So you spent July alone as you always had.

Yoongi called every day, and every day you declined.

For his sake, you convinced yourself.

At the end of the month, he stopped calling. You didn't miss the way disappointment filled you.

Until . . . on July thirty-first at exactly ten-fifteen in the morning, you received a text. Through your sleep-ridden haze, you sat up on the sofa in your studio and grabbed your phone. Only one notification met your gaze. One single text . . . from Yoongi.

Yoonie I know you don't want to talk to me, but I'm not giving up on you this time. I'll be here when you're ready.

You deleted the text almost immediately. For his sake, you swore it.

For his sake.

August began with Jung Hari practically beating down the door to your studio.

She'd found out through your brother that you hadn't been home in weeks, leaving him under the impression that you'd been staying with Hari all along. (Which, yeah, duh, you weren't.) And that made her drive all the way to your studio before convincing (basically forcing) you to come to stay with her at her apartment for however long you needed. She didn't ask why or what had happened, but you knew she knew it had something to do with Yoongi.

That left you to stay at Hari's apartment until further notice. Much to your dismay, Jungkook had offered for you to take his room, claiming he didn't mind sleeping on the couch as it—according to him—was good on his back. To which, you'd put up a fight against, but the boy was adamant, practically staking out on the couch, refusing to leave unless you accepted his offer.

So, naturally, you did, leaving you with a room to yourself while Jungkook happily took the couch, reminding you every day that he'd gotten the best night's sleep on said couch than he had in the entirety of him living there. (You understood why everyone was so fond of him, now. You had before, but now . . . now it felt like you two were actually friends. (Hari seemed absolutely elated by this fact.))

And that was August as a whole: huddling up at Hari and Jungkook's apartment while trying to forget the person really on your mind.

You couldn't say that you hated it there either. Because you had been enjoying yourself. Hell, you couldn't count how many times you and Jungkook had burst out laughing when Taehyung would call Hari's phone, whining about how he missed her, only to be met with the two of you snorting in his face. Hari had encouraged this behavior, of course, but then she'd end up leaving a few minutes later, taking her phone with her with Taehyung still on the line. The two of you didn't want to know what they always spent thirty minutes talking about on the phone, and you really didn't want to know why Hari ended up locking the door to her bedroom every single time.

But then it came time for Hari and Jungkook to continue their studies, leaving you alone for hours on end. The apartment always felt empty without them. And the emptiness always made your mind wander.

I'll be here when you're ready, you remembered Yoongi's text.

But you couldn't let yourself. He didn't understand. You were doing this for him; to protect him from you.

So you kept this ache to yourself, deciding you'd deal with it alone. You had to. It was yours to bear.

It's bound to fail.

And you convinced yourself you were making the right decision.

When September came, you found Hari and Taehyung had decided to give their relationship another chance. (You couldn't ignore the bitter feeling eating away at you.) And, of course, you'd found out in the worst way possible.

It was a random Tuesday, you thought, around two in the morning. You'd been curled up in your bed, looking at old videos of you and Yoongi on your phone when you grew curious.

Now, Yoongi had always been a private person, so when you'd navigated to his Instagram . . . you weren't expecting to see anything new. But just your luck, he'd posted a new picture . . . no . . . a new video—a video of him cautiously playing the piano.

You hastily pressed on it, raising the volume as you watched him unfold—his fingers running over the keys albeit a little sloppy due to his injured hand, but still just as mesmerizing as he had always played. And as you listened, you realized he was playing the same song he'd performed at his bar months ago, the same song he'd played for his first gig.

Yoongi had once told you that jazz had started in a little place in New Orleans where no one could speak to each other, so they spoke through music.

That night as you replayed the video of him, you were reminded of those words. You wondered if he was trying to tell you something; if this video had been posted for only your eyes. You wondered if he knew just how sorry you were that caring about you had taken away his dream; that you had a habit of ruining everything . . . everyone you touched, and he just so happened to get caught in the crossfire. And then you began to wish you could tell him this, but you had no idea how and you didn't trust yourself to see him again without pressing your lips against his.

You tried to ignore all these thoughts as you turned off your phone and flipped over in your bed to stare at the ceiling. The burning in your eyes started to settle in when the door to your bedroom burst open, revealing a giggling Hari while Taehyung wrapped his lips around her neck, latching onto her as if he were going to lose her. And you all stilled.

Hari smacked Taehyung, causing him to glance up in shock, only to meet your wide eyes. "Uh," he drawled out, his voice deep.

You abruptly sat up. "Uh?"

"We're back together!" Hari exclaimed, trying to send you her best wide smile, her bunny teeth on display.

"Uh—" Taehyung went on— "Surprise!" He sent you one of his boxy smiles as the two of them beamed at you.

You weren't oblivious. You knew they'd been talking again, but you didn't know if it was more friends with benefits rather than an actual relationship. But now . . . now they'd admitted it, and jealousy rang through your body. Why did you seem to be the only one unlucky in love?

"I'm happy for you guys. I am . . . but I'm not gonna give you the room," you snorted, trying to cover up your decreased mood.

Hari's eyes grew wide. "No! Sorry, I thought this was my room."

"Yeah, she's a little drunk," Taehyung informed, poking Hari's side.

Hari immediately reacted, sending him a glare before turning back to you, her face turning apologetic. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, cringing as she slowly backed out of your room, pushing Taehyung out with her. "Love you. Goodnight. Sorry. OK—" she closed the door, her voice muffled now— "we're sorry, honey. OK. OK. Bye."

Only a few seconds later, you heard Jungkook's voice and instantly knew he was scolding the pair. You couldn't help it, you snorted and fell back onto your bed, shaking your head at your friends. They were back together.

God, those two.

Then . . . you felt yourself giving in to your thoughts.

They'd worked it out. You couldn't help but let your mind wander to . . . him. If Hari and Taehyung had decided to give it another go, then maybe . . .

No.

You quickly wiped your mind of your thoughts. It was better this way. It was better alone.

It had to be better alone.

You couldn't lose him this way.

"Can I ask you something?" Hari whispered one early-October night.

The night had ended early, Jungkook leaving the apartment to stay the night at his girlfriend's (yes, the boy had finally asked out the girl from work he'd been talking to, and yes, you and Hari wouldn't stop teasing him about it), so that left the two of you—you and Hari—to figure out what to do for the night. Fortunately for you, she'd agreed to watch Matilda with you, but once the movie began, you were only reminded of him and decided maybe calling it a night would be best.

But, Hari knew you.

She knew how you were, so when you haphazardly sprung up during the middle of the movie, rushing out that you were tired and couldn't go on any longer, and then whisking off to your bedroom, Hari snuck into your room with you and joined you under the covers of your bed. (Well, you supposed, technically, this was still Jungkook's bed, but whatever.) And she hadn't left since.

That was an hour ago.

It'd been an hour before you deemed yourself too much; before you decided a silly movie from your childhood was finally too much to bear. One whole hour of you and Hari laying down on your bed, facing each other as she stroked your arm with a gentle touch. That was the thing you admired the most about Hari: she was always so nimble, so gentle.

Sometimes it even felt like she was the older one of you two. You were reminded of that as her question rang throughout your ears, and you caught on to the subtle warm tone.

You hummed a 'yes' to her question, finally answering her.

In the darkness of your room, you heard her suck in a breath. She exhaled nearly a minute later, then spoke, "Why do you think you're . . . alone ?"

The question echoed in your ears, haunting you as you felt your heart drop. You wet your lips and swallowed hard before you even thought of a reply. "What do you mean?" you found yourself asking, suddenly feeling on guard and defensive.

"You've been held up in here for months, pretending like you're fine," Hari explained further, her voice still warm and soft as if she were comforting a small child. "I know something happened between you and Yoongi and yet you're keeping it to yourself."

Oh.

That's what she meant.

A sigh escaped you. "It's not exactly something I wanna talk about, bunny."

Hari mirrored your sigh. "That's what I mean . . . " she trailed off, her hand still brushing up and down your arm in a comforting manner.

And you waited for her to continue, eyes wide in the dark as you tried to find her features.

"You've always done things alone," she began again, her voice even softer now. "You go out to eat alone, you go to movies alone, you started your future alone, you grieved your dad alone. You've never asked me to come with you to anything. You've never asked for help . . . even when we were little, you'd called me to teach you how to make that stupid little paper ring but you ended up figuring it out by yourself." She laughed under her breath, but when she spoke again you'd heard the way her voice wavered. "Do you think if you asked I'd say no? If you asked for help . . . do you think I'd turn you away?"

"I don't . . . I don't know," you blurted out, mind blank.

"You wanna know what I think?"

You stayed silent. You did. You wanted to know. But you didn't want to admit it.

Hari, however, took your silence as an answer. "I think you're scared things aren't going to work out," she mumbled, clearing her throat. "You do everything alone, so if it doesn't work out, you're only really disappointing yourself. I think you don't want to disappoint people. You told me about the train. You were going to go alone if Yoongi didn't catch you sneaking out. You didn't tell anyone about the contract until a week before you left for Busan. Your father died and you . . . left like nothing happened. And I know that's not true because you haven't been able to paint anything since he passed and yet you refuse to tell anyone. You've been keeping it to yourself just as you've dealt with everything else on your own."

You heard her sniffle, and that was when you realized your eyes had begun to burn. Fuck. You didn't want to cry.

"I just . . . did you think we wouldn't help? That we wouldn't understand?" she went on, inhaling sharply after her words left her. "Did you think I wouldn't be here for you?"

The burning in your eyes had become too much to bear, forcing you to blink. But blinking only made this worse, the floodgates threatening to open as a few tears spilled over the edge. "Um—" your voice came out weak and hoarse, making you clear it before you continued— "I guess . . . I guess I'm scared of being too much and yet . . . not enough."

The lump in your throat was back again, taunting you. You nearly choked on it. "I don't know why I—" a sob involuntarily escaped you, forcing you to cough as a cover-up. "I think I got so used to being alone as a kid that I didn't realize . . . I don't know . . . I just . . . I'm not an interesting person, Hari. I guess I figured people would either eventually get bored of me or find someone better. And the people who do stay . . . I hurt. I always hurt the people I love no matter what I do. I think I’m . . . I think I might be a lost cause or . . . “

Hari was quick to act, scooting closer to you as she pressed her forehead against yours. "That's where you're wrong," she mumbled, patting your hair. "You've given me courage. Seeing you chase after what you want . . . that's the reason I went to Med school. I was always at the bottom of my year . . . but you inspired me. You never gave me anything except for hope. From the day I met you, you welcomed me with open arms. That has meant more to me than anything else."

But you didn't respond. You couldn't.

More tears escaped you as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out all your emotions. You felt your lip quiver, and then you knew: the floodgates couldn't be controlled. You were seconds from breaking.

It seemed, however, that Hari knew exactly what to do.

"Honey—" her hand found your face, wiping the salty tears from your eyes— "what your parents did . . . how they made you feel, has nothing to do with your worth. You have never been too much. You have never been not enough, either. And . . . you've never been alone ." She paused only briefly before she continued. "You can let it go. Give the loneliness to me, we'll beat it together. You can let yourself be happy. You don't owe anyone anything. You don't have to make yourself stand out. I see you. Seokjin sees you. Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, even Jungkook . . . Yoongi sees you. We all do."

You nodded, but still, you fought the floodgates, trying to hold them closed.

Hari pressed a kiss against your forehead. "You are worth so much more than you think," she whispered, her words holding the truth. "You always have been."

Her words danced in the air, and the floodgates opened. You didn't know how to react as more salty wet tears spilled from you while sobs wracked throughout your body, breaking you down bit by bit. And then, for once in your life, you reached out and crumbled into Hari, wrapping your arms around her as you buried your face into her neck, letting it all go.

"It's OK," she cooed as she rubbed your back, letting you cry into her as she let a few of her own tears fall. "You can let it go. I've got you. Let it go."

And you listened.

Two weeks later and you'd taken her advice.

In the middle of October, you pushed away your pride and decided enough was enough. That lonely little girl you used to be deserved to be heard. She didn't deserve to sit on the couch all day, creating friends with her drawings. She didn't deserve to be overlooked or shunned. But you weren't that little girl anymore. She was still a part of you, but you'd grown. You'd changed.

It's bound to fail.

But what if it didn't?

In the past two weeks, you'd watched Hari and Taehyung beat all odds. While in the past, they would pick fights over stupid meaningless things such as who loaded the dishwasher, now they worked through their issues together . They didn't ignore the other, writing off their feelings. They heard each other out, in turn, making them grow closer . . . stronger.

Hari had been right. You were so used to trying to take care of yourself just in fear of feeling like a burden that you'd managed to close yourself off from everyone. That was no way to live. It wasn't living at all.

Fear might have been a primal instinct, but you craved . . . more.

Yoongi wanted more with you.

And you wanted more with him.

There was a chance you could ruin each other, but there was also a chance you wouldn't. Were you willing to take that risk? You were sure of it now. No more being afraid. No more hiding. No more making yourself less to appease the masses. No more making yourself more to stand out. You could be enough. You knew you were.

You can let it go, Hari had told you that night.

And you promised yourself you'd try.

That night you realized something about yourself. Hari had told you to stop enduring everything on your own; to stop making yourself bottle up everything you've ever felt. Through her ramblings over the course of the night, she'd spoken the truth. She'd told you to let yourself let it all go—all the hurt, all the memories, all the not good enoughs, and all the times your parents had told you that you were too much. You'd endured all of that for years, and it was time to release them from your grip.

It was time to allow someone else to help you carry those burdens. You did not have to torture yourself any further. All you had to do was let them in, let yourself make friends, let yourself follow your heart, and enjoy the life you'd worked so hard for.

So that morning, you decided enough was enough. You were going to be bold and follow your heart. And the funny thing was . . . you had already been living like that all along.

For so long, you thought you were alone, but . . . there was never a time where you didn't have someone to help you along the way. It started with your brother, lessening the blow from your parents by dragging you along with him everywhere he went. He'd been your protector from day one.

Then Yoongi entered your life, and he'd been the one to listen to you. He'd heard you. He'd seen you when you were sure you'd almost begun to blend into the background of one of your dull paintings. Hoseok came shortly after, the three boys taking you under their wing, making sure you didn't have to spend a night alone in front of the TV. They'd dragged you outside, giving you a jersey and practically making you a part of the team. You didn't forget Hari when she showed up at your door all shy and meek, providing a gentle touch to your jagged outlook on life. She'd been there through all the heartbreak, all the firsts you regretted, everything.

And Taehyung and Jimin providing you with their boyish charms, lifting light into your life. You couldn't forget how Namjoon had jumped at the chance to help you out at the start of your career, practically being the assistant you so desperately needed but refused to ask for.

And now Jungkook. He'd offered you to take his room in a split second, managing to make your miserable days all that much more bearable with a simple flash of his smile.

You used to think you were utterly alone in life. In fact, life seemed pretty dull, boring even, but when you took a step back and allowed yourself to let them in, you realized your life hadn't been miserable, after all. You'd had some pretty good moments . . . moments that had been created with them—the people you now would go as far as to say were your family.

The only person who had made your life seem as pathetic and dull as you thought . . . had actually just been you all along.

You didn't want to live like that anymore, wallowing in your own self-pity. There was no point in life if you were going to sit around feeling sorry for yourself because you were too afraid to let people in, to take risks.

Then, it was decided: no more being afraid.

It was not bound to fail. You were the only one making that a possibility.

So with limitless possibilities at your fingertips, you took out your phone and typed in Yoongi's number.

You Can we talk?

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Leave The Door Open 3 | JJK

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Pairing: Jungkook x (f)reader

Genre: smut, fluff, humor, just straight up porn.

AU: established relationship

Wordcount: 7,020

Summary: Jungkook keeps buying toys to torture you with, but this time he bought one for you to use on him.

Warnings: Language. Just a whole lot of smut.

Smut warnings: Explicit sex. Unprotected sex (Wrap it folks). Pet names (Sparkles, Baby, and Kookie are used an OBSCENE amount). Edging. Pegging. Oral (f & m receiving). Fingering. Light choking/breath play. Use of sex toys. Anal and anal play. Spanking. a lot of Biting. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Technically cum eating. Creampie. I’m sure there’s more. I’m tired.

Rating: M / 18+

AN: Here we are again. Where I say this wasn’t meant to happen. Part 2 was the final and I was happy. But @btsgotjams27 is a genuine menace to my brain and after three or four rewrites, here we fucking go again. This is straight up porn. There’s not a single moment where it isn’t. Read More right at the beginning so you know it’s smutty. Thank you @here2bbtstrash for beta-reading my filth. and the gorgeous @classicseffects for the banner and divider. I do not deserve either of you in the slightest.

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

Jungkook after two weeks of celibacy was no joke.

Every time he comes back after one of Taehyung’s matches where he stupidly decides to be celibate, you think that maybe you’d be able to keep up with his intense stamina and filthy thoughts that he had planned over the course of fourteen days, but you were wrong. While he had all that pent up lust, he’d never leave you alone longer than two days without making you come. He was obsessed with your moans and the way your body felt in his hands as you fell apart for him.

No matter how much either of you said no more, that you would try to do the two weeks without an orgasm with him, you’d only ever make it a day or two before his hands were back on you and he’d bring out a new toy he got for you.

The most recent, however, was not for you. It was a few days after Taehyung had an apparently huge match, and you purposefully stayed away from Jungkook for the two weeks so he could focus on getting Tae ready, even going as far to stay with Jeongyeon for a bit. When he finally got back home Friday morning, he pounded on your door only to pound you against it once you let him in.

You had sex with your boyfriend throughout the weekend, with moments of sleeping, eating, and a shower or two in between rounds. It wasn’t until later Sunday afternoon, when you were both sitting on your kitchen island surrounding a nearly empty pizza box, that he remembered his purchase.

He hopped off the counter, your bed sheet still wrapped around his bottom half, and went to dig through his luggage he left by the door until he shouted in victory, scurrying back to you. You had just bitten into the last slice as he hopped back up, smiling at you, your legs crossed in a giant shirt you stole from him, a blanket underneath you to keep your bare bottom from touching the cold counter. You had no issue sitting without a blanket, but Jungkook had insisted he needed to protect his “favorite thing” from the cold surface.

“Why are you so smiley?” You ask cautiously. Any time he gets smiley, it’s because he found a toy to torture you with. “Kookie, I really don’t think I have it in me for more weird toys and experimentations of what my body can handle…”

“It’s not for you, Sparkles.” His grin grows wider, and there’s a glint of something dark in his eyes. Interesting.

“Oh? What is it, then? A cock ring? Pretty sure you can do that pretty well with just your hand without paying for a silicone rubber band. I’ve seen you do it.” You watch his face redden slightly as he shakes his head and puts the small box in front of you.

A-Play Vibe Beginner Plug

Your eyes shoot up to meet his. “Do I finally?” You put the pizza back in the box, wiping your hands on whatever’s closest to you, it’s all going in the laundry later anyway, and crawl into his lap, cupping his face.

“Do I finally get to play with you?” You whisper against his lips, a smile creeping across your face. He bites his bottom lip, toying with his lip ring, and nods slowly.

“I don’t know about fucking me, but…this could be a good start?” His face shows excitement, but his words sound worried, hesitant, and a little scared. His hands run up and down your outer thighs, squeezing your hips with every pass.

“No, it’s okay babe. We don’t have to jump straight to that. We can start with this. We can go as slow as you want.” You card your fingers through his hair, grasping at the roots near the nape of his neck, and pull him into a deep kiss.

You both relax into the little makeout session in the kitchen, his hands finding a way up under your shirt and smoothing across your back, before finding their way back down to your hips as you roll them against his growing erection.

“When can we play?” You murmur against his cheek, kissing down to his neck.

You two had spoken about this a few different times. You didn’t think it was fair that he could play with your ass, but you still hadn’t played with his. And he never once denied wanting it. He had stated he was bisexual like you were, but had only bottomed twice, both being rather unpleasant experiences. And you knew he was a switch like you, but you were both perfectly okay with him being more dominant as your brain often turned to mush around him.

But since that first conversation after you two made your relationship official, he had been cleaning himself out and prepping, just in case you decided to go for it, every time you two had sex. But tonight was different, tonight wasn’t an “if'', it was actually going to happen, and he was suddenly nervous.

“I just need to…to prep…first.” His hands still your hips, and you look back at him, slightly worried.

“Are you okay? Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah. I mean…I’m cleaned out and all that. Just…nervous. It's fine.” He softly chuckles, but he still sounds nervous.

“Wanna take a shower together? Help you relax?” You gently grab his face again, running a thumb across his lips. He smiles, kissing your thumb, and nods.

“Yes, please.”

You giggle, crawling off him and hopping off the counter with his help. You turn back to him, kissing him again after he hops down next to you. “This is gonna be fun.” You smile, taking off your shirt and tossing it on the counter, Jungkook doing the same with the bed sheet.

You both head into the shower, bringing the toy in with you after cleaning it first, and confirming that he had charged it prior.

“First, let’s just take a shower, okay? We’ll take it super slow, Kookie. I want this to be good for you.”

“Usually it’s me saying that…” His brows pinch together and you laugh as you turn on the shower, holding the shower head away from the both of you to ensure it’s a good temperature. Once you put it back up, you grab your shampoo, squeezing a good amount into your hand before turning around and prompting him to lower to your level.

You both enjoyed this part. You did it often in your relationship, especially on days with multiple rounds. One of you would start to feel too dirty and it was off to the shower for you both. You felt this was the place you two were the most intimate and vulnerable with one another, way more than sex made you feel.

It’s the act of taking care of one another in ways outside of bed. And outside of buying things, cooking, cleaning, and other acts of service. Being completely naked in front of each other and helping to clean away both the physical and metaphorical dirt and grime from day to day life. You both loved it. Any excuse to shower together, you’d take it. You both even went as far as going through the store, sniffing each shampoo, conditioner, and body wash to find the three that you both liked and got a set for each apartment.

Once you’ve both shampooed and conditioned each other's hair, giving him soft kisses in between, you reach for the body wash. You squeeze some out on the washcloth and make it sudsy before he holds out his arm for you, as per your routine. You wipe up and down his arm once before continuing across his chest to the other arm. You get so lost in the action of cleaning up your boyfriend, that you almost forget why you were in the shower to begin with.

Once you feel satisfied about getting all the soap on him, paying a little extra attention to his behind, you set the washcloth aside and let the showerhead wash the soap down his body, your hands following suit until they land on his abs. You lock eyes with his, silently whispering kiss. He complies, leaning down to grab the back of your neck and pulling you up to a loving kiss.

You smile, deepening the kiss as your hands trail down his abs, tracing around his pelvis, brushing your fingers over anything that isn’t where he wants you most. He whines into the kiss and you smile, wrapping your tongue around his, swallowing the moan he lets out as you finally grab his now fully erect cock.

“Good?” You whisper softly, and he nods, kissing your nose. You give him one more quick kiss before dropping to your knees, hand pumping him slowly on your way down.

“Baby, please.” He whimpers as you kiss the tip of his cock.

“Shh, baby. Just relax and enjoy and I’ll take care of you, okay?” He nods again, hissing as you suddenly wrap your mouth around him and shove him as far back as you can until you're gagging.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s fucking perfect.” He bends forward a bit, hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you down farther on his cock. You give one tap to his thigh and he lets go, allowing you to pull off, breathing heavily as you both watch your saliva mixed with his precum string between him and your mouth. You look up at him, making sure he’s still okay before wrapping your hand around him again and lifting up so you can wrap your mouth around his balls while slowly pumping him.

You don’t get to pay too much attention to his balls, though, when you feel him twitch in your hand. He’s close, which means although you said slow, you need to pick up the pace just a little bit. You give one last open mouth kiss to his balls and move down to kitten lick at the secret sweet spot between them and his hole for a second before finally getting to where you’ve been wanting to be most. You lay your tongue flat against his rim, adding the smallest pressure to gauge his reaction.

He let out a hiss, tugging you away from him, muttering wait a few times. You back up on your knees, confused until you watch him turn away from you, lifting a leg and resting his foot on the seat in the shower and leaning forward, shoving his ass in your direction. “Is that better?” he quietly murmurs.

“So much better, Kookie.” You sigh out a laugh, crawling back to him and massaging his ass, spreading his cheeks and bringing them back, watching him clench and unclench.

You dive back in, licking a circle around his rim, causing him to moan out again as he presses his ass further against your tongue. So you go to work, adding more and more pressure, spitting on his hole before teasingly putting enough pressure to try to press your tongue past his muscle.

“More, baby. You can do more…” He muffles his moans in one of his arms and you pull away enough to slap his ass just once.

“Don’t you dare muffle those sounds, Kookie. I want to hear every sound you make, okay?”

“Okay. Sorry, baby.”

“You will be if you do it again,” you threaten, but you know you have no real dominance here. Maybe a little in this position, and for the situation he allowed you to be in, but not enough to enable punishment or anything he’s done to you in the past. You both know this, and yet he treats your threat like a real one.

You bring the lube out, shower still on, but it’s not enough to keep him comfortable. You add a little dollop to his hole, setting the lube aside for a moment, and begin adding pressure with your index finger. It eases in pretty easily as he allows his body to fully relax for you, teasingly tugging at his cock. You drop out a little more lube, adding your middle finger next.

The sound he makes for you could only be described as what you’d like the sounds of heaven to be. He cries out, smacking the underside of his thigh, biting his bottom lip to focus on anything else other than the urge to come.

You’re having too much fun with this, slowly adding a third finger when you feel he’s ready.

“Fucking hell, Kookie, the day you let me fuck this little ass… You’re gonna be so full with me in you, baby. So fucking full. You’ll be begging for it.”

“Mmph,” is the only sound he can make. Words no longer exist in his brain as he shoves his ass back, fucking himself on your fingers.

“That’s so hot, Kookie. Keep going. Let me know when you want the plug.”

He waits all of five seconds before he strains out the words “I want it,” groaning as you pull your fingers out. You quickly reach for the plug and add a generous amount of lube to it.

“Ready?” He nods his head furiously.

“Tsk tsk, Kookie. What’s that you’re always going on with me about? Using your words?” You bring your index finger back to his rim, pressing lightly.

“Fuck, Sparkles. I’m ready. I want it. Put it in, please.” He sounds desperate and you love it.

“Now you know how I feel, teasing jerk,” you smirk, slowly easing the plug in, marveling how his ass easily swallows up the thickest part.

The deep and scratchy whine he lets out is enough to make you want to come. You press the plug in a little further until it’s fully in except for the handle.

“All good, Kookie?” You rub your hand up and down his lower back, smiling as you watch him clench around the little toy.

“Turn it on,” he mumbles and you turn off the shower, getting off your knees.

“Get on the bed and I might.” You decide to have a little fun while you have a little bit of control and give his cute ass another nice slap, making his hips buck forward, the plug pressing in deeper ever so slightly.

You’ve never seen him move so fast, rushing past you and crawling onto the bed, sitting on his knees with his ass resting on his feet. You dry off quickly, exiting the bathroom with a smug grin on your face.

“I could get used to this view. You, sitting there, waiting patiently for me with a plug in your ass. Waiting for me to do literally anything.” You crawl behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your chin on his shoulder. You reveal the little remote control in your hand and kiss his shoulder when he lets out a low moan.

“You want me to turn it on, Kookie?” You kiss the shell of his ear and feel him shudder.

“Please.”

You nod, showing him as you press the power button. You barely hear the vibrations but you don’t need to to know it’s on. Jungkook’s posture straightens up and tenses. You can hear his breath catch in his throat as he leans back into your chest.

“You okay, Kookie? Less or leave it?”

His head lands on your shoulder, looking up at you with his adorable Bambi eyes struggling to stay open.

“More…”

“Yeah? My Kookie wants more?” He nods, his hands gripping your shins on either side of him. You kiss his temple as you turn it up twice. “Fuck your hand, Kookie. Pretend it’s me your cock is pumping into.”

He obeys, rushing to wrap his hands around his cock, still wet from the shower and the amount of precum leaking from the tip that he smears down his cock before bucking his hips up into his hands. It’s not a perfect rhythm like it usually is, because every time he bucks up, he clenches around the plug, causing the vibrations to feel more intense.

“Baby. I can’t. I can’t. I need to fuck you for real. Please. Please let me fuck your perfect tight cunt while this is vibrating in me. Please, baby. Fuck, I need to be inside you with this in me. Please.” His head, still resting on your shoulder, is turned toward your neck and every pleading word is whispered against your skin, making your core flutter.

Before you can even decide on whether or not to give up control to him once again, he pulls himself off you and in one swift movement, flips over to pin you down on the bed, hovering on top of you. His lips return to your neck, marking you repeatedly, licking over marks from earlier in the day.

“Let me fuck you, baby. Let me fill you with my cum while you vibrate the toy in my ass. Please? I want it. I need it.”

Fuck this man and his begging voice that make you so goddamn weak.

You pull his face away from your neck to bring to your lips. Kissing slow languid kisses, you reach down between you both to guide his cock to your entrance, barely giving him enough time to notice you easing the head in, allowing him to snap his hips into yours once he realizes he can.

You both loudly groan at the stretch. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing him further into you, and your arms around his shoulders, keeping his lips near yours at all times.

“Fuck, I can’t do it slow for you, baby. I’m sorry.” He whimpers against your lips, pulling his hips back and slamming into you repeatedly, eventually finding a good pace, hips still faltering from the vibrations.

“Fuck me, Kookie. Fill me up.” He growls against your lips in response, moving back down to your shoulder and biting down as he moves at an unrelenting pace. You’re sure the back of your thighs will be red or bruised from how hard he’s slamming his hips into you, but you don’t care, crying out his name repeatedly until your body is shaking as you come around him. Jungkook groans into your shoulder as your walls clench around him, urging him to fill you up with his cum.

You grab the remote control next to you and turn off the vibrations as he collapses on top of you, letting both of you take a moment to remember how breathing works. After a few moments, he sits up, pulling himself out of you with a small hiss and using his thumb to shove the cum back inside, not letting any go to waste.

He gazes across your body, admiring every inch of you. God you’re beautiful is murmured a few times before he catches your gaze on him, and you lock eyes for a moment.

“How’re you feeling?” You ask, like you don’t know the answer. You can see it on his face. But you’re still shocked by the response.

“Like you’re the only person for me.” He says it so softly, so kind, so full of love that you can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth.

“I love you.”

Both sets of eyes go wide. Yours full of panic, his indecipherable. Before you can backtrack or awkwardly add to the sentence, he’s back on top of you and his lips are on yours.

This kiss is different. You’ve shared many types of kisses with your boyfriend of two months now. The desperate and needy kisses, the aftercare kisses, the reassuring ones, the random mid-conversation kisses, and the lazy half-asleep kisses, just to name a few. But this one? This one is unique. This is one that you both know will only ever happen a few times in your relationship, during specific moments like a wedding or having a child. This is a kiss of fully understanding each other and being on the same page about your feelings. This is a kiss saying a million words in one silent moment. This is a kiss of pure love.

It doesn’t last as long as either of you wish it would, but both of your lungs need air, so he pulls away first, pressing his forehead against yours, noses touching. His arm snakes around your back, gripping your waist and lifting your chest up to him slightly.

“You love me?” You hum your response against his lips that now refuse to be away from yours for longer than two seconds. “Baby, Sparkles, y/n, I fucking love you so goddamn much. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You both grin into the kiss, teeth clashing together before he moves down to the nook of your neck. Kissing your skin, whispering his love for you over and over, the fingers on your waist digging into your skin as if you’d disappear if he let go.

After a few moments, you hear him mumbling into your neck. When you ask him to repeat he takes another second, placing another kiss where he’d previously marked, then lifts his face to yours.

“Fuck me.”

You stare up at him, unsure of what to do next.

“Are you sure? You just said you weren’t ready for that yet, Kookie.” He slowly nods, kissing your forehead.

“I wasn’t earlier. Now it’s all I want. I want you to get that strapless toy out of your damn box and I want you to rail me until I fall apart for you.” He smiles through his words, leaning back down to your ear. “I want to fall apart for the woman I love. Will you let me?”

You have no idea where you got the strength, or if he just let you, but you push him off you to lay on his back as you straddle him, pinning his arms above his head.

“I need you to tell me again that this is what you want. That you’re not doing it just because I said I love you. But because you actually want to me to fuck you.” Your eyes dart between his, checking for any sign of doubt.

The smile you’re met with is enough to make your heart melt.

“Y/n? This is what I want. It’s not because you love me. It’s because I love and trust you. I want you to fuck me like I just fucked you.” His voice is steady and you don’t see any glimmer of hesitation or fear in his eyes, just love. So you nod, giving him a quick kiss before hopping off him and grabbing the strapless dildo he had once been confused by.

You take it to the bathroom to clean it up and grab the lube before sitting in front of him, tapping his thigh and prompting him to lift his legs and spread them for you.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Jungkook, I swear. This view is…only for me,” you smirk, running a hand up his inner thigh, palming his cock once and moving down to the plug, pushing it a little further to make him wince.

“Fuck yes, baby. Only for you.” He watches you play with the plug before slowly pulling it out, squirming and trying not to run away from your teasing.

You grab the bullet vibrator, placing it inside the little slot on the dildo and try to line it up with your entrance.

“Let me, baby,” he whispers, sitting up to bring your hips closer to him. He takes the toy out of your hand and teases your clit a little bit before fucking it into you all in one go. You groan out his name along with a few vulgar words until you’re both confident it’s secure, moving to scoot back to between his legs when he grabs your thighs.

“What?” You look down at the beautiful face below you. Big Bambi eyes darting between you and the synthetic cock in front of him.

“What, you wanna suck my cock, Kookie?” You push his hair out of his face, wrapping your fingers in his hair at the crown of his head. He nods, opening his mouth and laying his tongue flat.

“Fuck, okay,” you whisper, letting him lead you further up to him so he can wrap his mouth around the dildo. You say nothing, just watch him in awe as he sucks like his life depends on it.

You don’t even notice one of his hands sneaking between your legs to slip two fingers in against the toy, pulling it, and you, closer to him. You yell at the feeling and the sudden jolt forward, accidentally pressing the dildo further down his throat, taking him by surprise and gagging.

You try to pull away to let him off you, but his free hand grips your thigh, keeping you in place, and his fingers tugging you closer from inside. You whimper, eyes locked on one another, asking him if he’s okay. He just blinks slowly and pushes himself closer to you, bobbing up and down slowly. It’s once he’s got the entire thing down his throat and his nose presses against your pelvis that he uses his thumb to find the power button and turn on the vibrations.

“FUCK!” You try backing away again, but his grip on your thigh is too strong and his fingers inside of you are pressing the toy against the your g-spot, forcing you to fuck his throat as he gags, saliva dripping from his mouth. You lean down, both hands tangled in his hair now, trying to bring yourself down to him, but you can’t stop thrusting your hips as you feel yourself coming around his fingers and the pulsing toy.

He finally lets go of your thigh and removes his fingers from you, turning the toy off as well. You pull his hair, bringing him off your cock, and you’re almost ready to come again just from the big goofy grin on his face. He has tears streaming down his face, a little bit of snot from his nose, and saliva running down his chin as his tongue continues to hang out of his mouth.

“I knew you liked licking the toys when they were covered in my cum, but I didn’t know you were that much of a cock slut,” you laugh, brushing his hair back as he nods at you, still a little out of it.

“But you’re just a slut for my cock, right, Kookie? My perfect, beautiful boyfriend, desperate to shove his girlfriend’s cock down his tiny little throat, gagging until he’s crying?” He finally blinks and swallows, nodding slowly.

“Your cock slut, baby. Just for you. Please, fuck me, baby. I want your cock in me.”

“The shit that comes out of that dirty mouth, I swear to God, Kookie. Should get another cock to stuff in there while I fuck you,” you chuckle, pulling his head back again to kiss him.

“I’ll look into a good one,” he rasps with a grin, laying back down as you back up, resting between his legs again, letting them rest on either side of you.

You squeeze some lube over the dildo, making sure it’s properly covered before adding a little extra to his hole, stretching him a little more with your fingers first. You look up at him again for one last ask of permission. He grins, teeth playing with his lip ring, and you nod, silently laughing to yourself as you press the head against his waiting hole. He closes his eyes and leans back onto the bed.

The moans that come from the man you just confessed your love to are music to your ears. If you could make them your ringtone, you would. If it could be your theme song, it would be. There’s no other sound like the sounds he makes because of the pleasure you give him.

You take your time pushing it all the way in, having to make small thrusts every now and again and adding a little extra lube to make sure he’s comfortable. Your eyes keep darting between the strap easing in, his erection swelling, and the fucked out expression on his face. When his eyes open, meeting yours, that’s all you need to push forward and have your hips meet his ass, the strap fully inside.

“Baby, it feels so good, please move. Fuck me. Don’t be gentle.”

“You don’t want it to be gentle? You want it rough? Like you are with me?” You tease, using your hips to pull out of him ever so slowly, just leaving the tip inside. You lean over him, one hand intertwined with his to hold you up, the other sliding up his torso, scraping his abs and around his pecs before wrapping around his throat.

“You want me to ruin you like you ruin me every night, Kookie? Wanna be edged and denied orgasm after orgasm until you see stars and feel like you’re going to combust? Begging and crying to be allowed to come all over my cock? Is that what you want?”

He nods and you shake your head, gripping tighter. “Words, Kookie.”

“Yes. Fucking yes.”

“If you insist…” You trail off, feigning disinterest as you slam your hips back to his, thrusting the strap as deep and as hard as you can. The vibrations are barely noticeable now, something you disliked about the toy the first time you used it. Once it was in him, it was a lot lighter. But this time, you think it might actually come in handy in playing with him.

You let go of his throat and his hand, sitting up straight to grab a pillow and lifting his hips to stuff it under him, giving you a much better angle. You grip his hips and just go for it, picking up the pace and making sure each thrust goes as far in as it can, rolling your hips to ensure it does each time. One of his hands reaches down for his cock, hoping to give himself some relief. You smirk, smacking his hand away.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Kookie. But you’re not coming yet. You let me know when you’re close though, alright?” He nods and you take that opportunity to spank him harder than before.

“Words,” you hiss after a specific thrust causes the vibrations to hit your clit.

“I’ll tell you when I’m close, baby. I- fuck, I promise.”

“Good. Fuck, Kookie, I wish you could see- ” You stop mid-sentence and look around your room, thrusts continuing, but at a slower pace, until you land on it. “Hold on, babe.” You pull out of him, not even trying to hide the smile you make when he cries out.

You hop off the bed, scurrying towards your full length mirror, dragging it to be at the foot of your bed. You tap Jungkook’s leg, telling him to move so you can lean against the headboard.

“Ride me. Face the mirror, ride me, and watch my cock fill you up, Kookie.”

He looks somewhat hesitant, not sure if he could actually ride you or not, but you look so gorgeous, sitting there waiting for him, he has no real choice but to crawl back onto the bed. He rests his feet flat next to your knees and his hands on the bed beside you, leaning back so he can see himself position above you. You apply a little more lube to the dildo and help him ease it back in, making sure he was watching the entire time.

“Fuck, did you see, Kookie? Did you see your ass swallow it up?”

“Yes, I saw,” he mutters in between pants. He leans his head back onto your shoulder like he did earlier when it was just the plug, and you kiss his temple.

“Get to work, baby. Watch as you fuck yourself on my cock.” He whines, lifting his head back up to keep his eyes on the mirror as he slowly lifts above you before slamming back down over and over again, his rhythm getting better and better, driving the both of you insane.

“Ugh, fuck, I’m close, baby. I’m close.”

You almost forget he’s watching you both in the mirror, so he doesn’t miss the sinister smile you have at the warning of his incoming orgasm. His face drops a little. He knows what you’re about to say.

“Do it, Kookie. Be a good boy and stop your orgasm. But don’t you dare stop fucking yourself.” You grin at him through the mirror and he looks down at his cock, leaking precum and ready to burst. He mumbles various curse words as he begins the process, wrapping his index finger and thumb around the base. He moves his other hand down to grasp his balls, but you reach around to wrap your hand around his throat, making him stop all movements.

“Did I say to stop watching yourself?”

He lets out a whine of frustration, catching his breath before he resumes, eyes locked on his actions in the mirror. You’ve watched him edge himself a few times now, and every time you swear it’s the hottest thing you’d ever seen. But this? Him riding you with your hand around his throat, watching in the mirror while edging himself? That is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Such a good boy, Kookie. You’re doing so well.”

You’re not sure if he can even hear you, but you assume he did because you can faintly hear him mumble “I’m a good boy” under his breath.

You watch him, too focused on denying himself to acknowledge your hand slipping under him, finding the button to increase the vibration and pressing it twice the second you hear the groan confirming he stopped his orgasm.

“Uhhhggguuuuuhhhhh. Baby, please. I can’t.” He’s crying, his breath ragged, his body shaking, and you decide to finally be nice.

“Stand up, Kookie,” you murmur, raking your hand in his hair again, tugging it a little to make him moan. He leans forward, whimpering as he lets the strap slip out of him, and slowly moves to stand up. You turn off the toy, pulling it out of you, briefly admiring both your cum and arousal mixed with his cum from earlier covering it. You toss it aside and crawl across the bed, sitting in front of him as he desperately tries not to touch himself since he technically hasn’t been told he could yet.

“You have two options, Kookie. You can only come inside me, either like you usually do or my mouth. Which do you want, baby?”

You keep your eyes trained on him, but your peripheral tells you he’s having a hard time not touching himself, so you relieve him of that frustration, slowly pumping him while he considers his options.

“Mouth.”

“Yeah? Wanna come down my throat?” You grin up at him, starting to move off the bed when he stops you.

“Lay on your back, head over the edge.” You raise an eyebrow up at him.

“My fun over now?” You pout, doing as he says anyway. He nods, brows pinched together, taking over for your hand on his cock.

You lay back, dangle your head over the edge, and open your mouth wide. He lets his suffering erection smack against your face once or twice before he shoves his dick down your throat, too impatient to care about your gag reflex. But you don’t mind, you steady your breathing through your nose and let him abuse your throat with small but deadly thrusts. It’s not even a full minute later before he growls under his breath that he’s coming and two seconds later, buries his cock as far down your throat as you can take it. He comes like he hasn’t in weeks, coating your throat in the delicious bitter taste.

He pulls out and slumps forward onto the bed, exhausted. You smile, sitting up and rubbing his back, clearing your throat a few times before speaking in a raspy voice.

“You okay, babe? Too much?” He rolls over, turning his head to face you and softly smiles.

“No, baby. It was perfect.” You grin, moving some of his hair out of his face. “I love you.”

“Mmmm. I guess I love you, too,” you chuckle and his nose scrunches up. “I’m going to clean myself up really quick. Wanna take a bath after? I’ve got some bath bombs and bubble bars from Lush. Even a melt thing. I’m not really sure what it is, but it looked cool.” You both laugh, but he nods and whispers a ‘yes please’ before closing his eyes, trying to relax. You lean over and kiss his cheek, hopping off the bed and heading into the bathroom to clean up.

Jungkook is almost fully asleep when you emerge from the bathroom and whisper in his ear that it’s time to get up. You come out with a wet towel and offer to help clean him up, but he says no and quickly does it himself before following you into the bathroom where his mouth drops.

There are candles carefully placed everywhere, one of those mood lights dimly lit, and there’s soft music playing in the background.

“What the…?” He looks around in confusion, jumping slightly when your hands meet his waist and your voice is near his ear.

“You always do the aftercare after ruining me. My turn. Let me take care of you, Jungkook.” He turns to face you, and you’re grinning ear to ear, arms wrapped around him, standing on your tippy toes.

“Okay. Aftercare it up, baby.” He kisses your forehead when you return to normal height and watches as you skip to the bathtub, turning it on and finding the right temperature, letting it fill up.

“I got these as a joke for me. But since you let me have fun with you today, I think you deserve them more.” You break out a bath melt and toss it into the tub, not really knowing if you were supposed to do anything else. It’s not important. You break out the bath bomb shaped like a butt shaped peach and let him smell it first before dropping it in. Finally you break out the peach crumble bubble bath, once again letting him sniff it before tossing it in under the water faucet.

You both watch as the colors swirl around, the melt completely melted, and the bubbles growing bigger, covering the beautiful colors from the bath bomb. You turn off the water and help Jungkook get in first, slipping in behind him once he’s a little settled.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way?” He laughs as you pull him back against your chest, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“No. You’re the one being cared for, therefore I’m the big spoon. Accept my loving care and stop asking questions.”

It’s silent for a moment before you’re both giggling. He winces a little when he tries to find a better seat, deciding instead to roll over and tug you down a little. It’s only enough that your head and the top half of your breasts are above the water. He maneuvers you both around until he’s found a more comfortable spot on his stomach, resting his head on your chest near your shoulder, facing your neck.

“Better?” You rake your fingers through his hair again, silently thanking whatever gods exist for him not cutting it since you got together. You love grabbing it and playing with it, and he just looks so damn good with long hair. He nods into your neck, kissing whatever skin he has access to.

“Good. You did so good, Kookie. I’m proud of you,” you whisper, and you don’t even need to look at him to know he’s grinning.

“You did good, too, baby. I see what that guy meant by top three and made you brownies.”

“So you agree I didn’t fuck a guy for brownies, I just fucked a guy so good that he made me brownies?”

A full body laugh, muffled by your skin as he buries his face into your neck before pulling back.

“No. You absolutely fucked a guy for brownies.”

“Fuck you.”

“You did like almost an hour ago. It was great. Ten out of ten would get fucked again.” He snorts when you glare down at him, bringing himself up to kiss you, wrapping his hands around the back of your neck.

“I love you, Sparkles. Thank you for this.” His whispers land on top of your lips and you can only find yourself mumbling your love for him back.

The rest of Sunday is spent like this. In the tub, rinsing off the damn sparkles from the bath bomb in the shower, having a little spa evening with face masks and massages for each other. With work the next day, it meant no more intense fun time, and you’d be lying if you weren’t a little bummed, because now you had to actually clean up after your sexapades. Two loads of laundry, both of you cleaning the toys, wiping down the island counter and throwing away the take out boxes. When it was finally time to sleep, you both passed out in the freshly cleaned sheets.

When you wake up the next morning, Jungkook is gone for the day, out training with Taehyung. You slowly go about your morning, brushing your teeth before dragging yourself to the kitchen where you’re caught off guard by a box on the counter. There’s a mini balloon attached that says Thank You! You grab the little post-it note on top and laugh out loud, opening the box to see six individual brownies.

I can’t bake to save my life. But I can walk to a bakery. Thanks for the sex. Xx

Thank you for reading if you did. It’d mean the world if you reblogged or let me know what you think. 💜

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