#and the only reason Shadow leans more towards using petnames and such is because he calls Amy 'Rose'

[shadowxamyweek]

[moodymisty]

✦ 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖄𝖔𝖚 ✦

Author's Note: tehe :3 I'm normal :> I saw that the Merchant wasn't getting much love and I just finished the remake so....

Summary: The mysterious Merchant that's been traveling around has been mighty helpful, why not give him a bit more than just a thank you?

Relationships: The Merchant/Fem!Reader (no she/her pronouns are used, but there's one brief mention of 'cunt' and petnames like 'sweetheart' and 'love' are used)

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (Male receiving), little bit of deepthroating, Is sucking off a man who's name you don't even know deserving of a warning?, Porn without plot, Some praising dirty talk from the Merchant

Word Count: 2224

Ao3 Mirror

"Ahhh, well look who it is,"

You quickly turn your head, seeing a familiar shape bathed in the soft light of the setting sun outside. It's filtering through the cracks in the walls and the windows; Without it, the only light you'd have would be the glow of your torch with it's slowly draining battery. This whole place still unsettles you, but it's nice to finally see someone just a bit less hostile than the usual fare.

"Lookin' for something in particular?"

He tosses one hand outward, his fingers relaxed and curled slightly inward towards his palm. His pack is on the ground for once, surely resting his back. That weight has clearly done some damage to him however, as he still maintains his usual slouch. Though maybe he's just always had that posture. It's not like you've known him long enough to be able to tell.

But all and all, he's the friendliest face you've met by far. So you have not too much worry coming in closer. Part of you wonders if his niceties are only so he can reap a future reward, but for now he hasn't. That part still has you hesitating, even if just a bit.

"I need some ammo. Fresh out." The last villager you had the displeasure of 'meeting' you'd had to fill with almost a whole magazine of bullets, before they finally went down.

That's the thing; You can kill them, but it's more so the matter of if they stay dead.

The Merchant makes an odd little noise sounding somewhat like an affirmative hum, before nodding to you. Slipping a hand inside the main section of his jacket it's moments later that he pulls out a duo of familiar red boxes, and you can hear the bullets clicking against each other inside when he lightly jostles them.

"Here you go; Just for you." You move to give him what little money you've scrambled together as of late, but he waves a hand, your eyes glancing towards the odd, splotchy complexion of his skin exposed by his fingerless gloves.

"Consider it on the house, Love."

He always calls you 'Love'. Or Sweetheart; Lovey. You've told him your name, so it's not as if he has nothing else to call you.

It's not to say you mind, however. It doesn't sound incredibly skeezy like you'd expect, and if anything, it sometimes makes your neck just a bit hot for no good reason.

He's just a bit of a flirt; You'd be a liar if you said you hadn't volleyed something back a few times.

"O-oh, I," You stutter for a moment, before taking the ammo from him and putting it in the pocket of your jacket. "Thanks." When you give him a small smile, he nods back. You can see by the way his eyes squint upwards that he's also grinning quite widely, or at least something similar.

"You've been more of a help than you needed to be." He brushes you off with one motion of his hand. It's nonchalant, before his eyes train right back on you. He rounds his little table to the side, leaning on it just a bit at the hip. It puts him even closer to you, and now you're almost in his personal space.

"Got to keep my regulars happy, right?"

Has he always been this, tall? And wide; He seems to almost shadow you, his shoulders far wider than your own. Maybe it's the thick, bulky material of his coat, though even then that doesn't remove the fact that even slightly slouched, he seems to have a height advantage on you.

Maybe it's because he's even closer now, having taken another step closer. Or maybe you moved closer and just don't remember doing so, hands hanging in the air close to your own chest.

"And I, uh, wanted to thank you."

Your finger hooks the edge of his coat as an absentminded fidgeting motion and the fabric waves, hearing the chimes and rattling of his 'merchandise'. He allows you for a moment, but when it actually moves, he catches your wrist with a gentle grip. His hands are large, and it swallows your wrist easily. He doesn't move your hand away, just simply stops it from moving any further as his eyes stare right into you, even so slightly hooded.

"I hope you aren't thinking of stealin' with those little hands of yours?" He trails off with a chuckle, watching your face morph into surprise at the misreading of your intentions.

"No! No Not at all; I..." He's still chuckling, it fading quieter and deeper, the uncovered tips of his fingers warm on your skin.

"What else would you want in my coat for then, lovey?"

His question seems genuine, but maybe it's his tone of voice, that makes it sound almost perverted.

Or maybe it's just you; Because the first image that comes to your mind is you on your knees. And no matter how hard you try and shake it from your head now, the thought stays. The idea of doing something that completely debauch on a man you literally don't know makes your neck hot, but not as hot as he himself makes you.

He's been quite the flirt, so maybe he wouldn't mind the treat?

You can't help thinking it; That he's, in an odd, partly frightening way, attractive. Maybe it's the lack of appearance; Or the way his voice seems to hit you in your gut with it's deep, gravely tone. When each time he calls you sweetheart or love, looking at you with those eyes.

He's still waiting for your answer; His eyes on your face as you look away.

"Like I said; I just, wanted to thank you." You hope he can't hear the nervousness in your voice, as you hide behind the 'thanking him' excuse. If pressured you'd deny it, but you know deep down you were already looking at him this way before the thought of thanking him ever came into your head.

The edge of his coat you have pinched between the knuckles of your pointer and middle finger, sliding down the thick seam as you slowly but surely fall to your knees. All the while the Merchant watches, silent. He allows his coat to be parted more fully, enough so that you can see inside. He quickly gets the hint, holding his coat back with one hand.

"Ohhh; Well, who am I to stop you if that's what you're lookin' for, sweetheart."

For a moment his sentence boils you enough to consider backing out and re-considering this, but in the end you don't, as your head leans ever so slightly forward. Your lips brush against the seam of his trousers, fabric course and dirty against your skin. Suddenly his hand is a soft weight against the back of your head, looking down at you. You can see the way his eyes flicker over different parts of your face, intently watching.

Any hesitations you had earlier are absolutely out the window now, feeling how fast your heart is racing.

The chuckle he lets out is what someone might call creepy, one that trails off as he watches you fumble with the buttons of his trousers. You might not disagree with calling it that, but there's no denying the deep grumble it trails off into puts a weight in your gut.

It's the way that your fingers stumble and paw at his clothing that makes him chuckle again, though just as he goes to reach a hand down and assist you, you finally manage to get a handle on the confusing clothing.

Slipping a hand inside his trousers you gently wrap a hand around his cock, feeling his heavy heat against your hand as you reveal it. That feeling in and of itself makes him groan, as your hand experimentally drifts up and down his cock for a few motions. That feeling of your lips brushing against his trousers had already started to rile him up, and soon enough, he's almost completely hard in your hand.

Once you're done experimenting, or maybe preparing yourself, you move your head closer, until your mouth his hovering just millimeters away from him. You can feel the stuffy heat against your skin, and the weight of his eyes watching down on you. They're hooded, lazily looking down at you like he's already having a grand time, even if you've barely started.

His cock is hot against your lips when they finally meet, even twitching as you move to wrap your mouth over the tip. Slowly you take him into your mouth, more and more as you attempt to fit as much as you can.

He's big, the tip of his cock bulges your cheek as you groan, mouth almost completely full. And you're not even to the base, your nose just barely brushes against the unbuttoned fabric of his trousers. He lets out a loud moan, echoing against the halls of the dreary, broken down building you're in. You pull your head back before trying again, attempting to familiarize yourself with the feeling while taking as much of him as you can. A tiny bead of spit forms in the corner of your mouth, as you hear him speak through his muffled groans.

"Fuck sweetheart, you got'a tight little mouth..."

More like he's too big for it, you think.

Your head bobs on his length quickly coating him in your own spit, taking deep breaths through your nose. The last thing you want to do is gag on him, but you're playing with fire; If he decides to get a little rough it wouldn't take much to send him right down your throat.

"Shit, shit, that's perfect," One of his hands presses against the back of your head, but not enough to stop you from moving. Tongue pressed against the bottom of his cock you have the odd, salty taste of precum in your mouth, hands gripping the fabric of his trousers. He can feel your soft moans just as much as he can hear them, not noticing when you glance up for just a moment.

"Ohhhh, fuck lovey," His voice almost shakes; That rough, gravely, nearly tipsy sounding tone grinding against his words. His gloved hand slides against your hair, fingers firm but gentle against the back of your head.

"You're real good at this, ain't ya?"

You're not the best judge of your own skill, but at least he seems to be enjoying it, bad posture exasperated even more so as he leans over you. His other hand presses against the top of the table he has laid out- the one he can fold away when he decides to move on to the next location he chooses- It creaking under the sudden increase in weight. It's meant to hold ammo, handguns and the occasional rifle, not support his bodyweight like this. Not that he cares, letting out a soft sigh and mumbling to himself:

"What'a treat..."

His hips thrust forward, meeting your mouth in the middle as he can no longer stay idle. His boot grinds against crumbled stone and dirt as he takes one tiny step closer, groaning through his gritted teeth behind the mask.

"Ohh, I'm real close lovey, you better..." He trails off, but you get the jist of it more than enough. Hand wrapped around the base of his cock that your mouth just can't get to without tickling the back of your throat, your lips wrap tight around the head of his cock as he twitches in your mouth. When his hand tightens on the back of your head not moments later is he finishing in your mouth, him letting out a muffled, deep groan. It's gravely and hits you right in your cunt, but you can deal with that later.

You swallow, the odd taste in your mouth lingering as he groans. You can feel the way that he's slowly softening in your mouth, and when you pull away, his cock falls from your mouth with a wet pop. Your hands fix his trousers; As if none of this had even happened. When you look up at him, he's watching every little move you make.

"Ain't you just a lovely thing,"

His hand drifts from your hair around to your face, thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth and wicking up a droplet of spit mixed with his own cum. His finger slides over your lips and presses, and your mouth opens under his soft pressure. It just barely brushes against your teeth, only for a moment. When he removes his thumb from the wetline of your bottom lip your mouth closes again. His touch is surprisingly gentle, you notice. His hand rests cupping the side of your jaw, head tilting into it.

Your knees hurt; They've been grinding against the hard floor, tiny pieces of rubble and dirt poking upward through your clothes. When you stand back upright, they yell in pain from being in such an uncomfortable pose for so long.

"Not used to gettin' thank yous, let alone ones like that." His thumb brushes over your lips again, his chest almost brushing against your own.

"Now, are you going on your way, or are you gonna stick around for a while longer?"

[mianaissante]

FALSE GOD — jujutsu kaisen, g. satoru

previous ୨୧ next

CHAPTER 2

ANOTHER MISSION, another worrying sky. satoru felt himself glint his eyes towards the harsh rays of the scorching sun. a curse yet again has surfaced the streets of tokyo, only this time he was sent to deal with it all alone.

ever since his awakening, he grew stronger, grew farther away from everyone else. it just felt like he was no longer at par with his peers, he was more than that, more than a god.

his days spent used to be filled with joy, smiles from ear to ear paired with senseless jokes that pranced 'round his lingering lips. but now, now that hell became apparent in his world, that he was in fact unreachable, undeniable, and the chosen one,

he felt as though that everyone became distant with him.

he felt alone. suguru left jujutsu tech without a proper word, the event in itself was shocking for a boy like satoru. his partner, his ride or die, he thought they'd be the strongest together, however that fate seemed to wither away like autumn leaves falling with no stop.

flicking the bits of blood off his face, satoru sat down on a bench. a special grade curse was definitely a challenge, but to him it was a breeze.

droplets of sweat skid past down his scrutinizing forehead, furrowed and buried. he has been hesitating, since this morning he has been holding back. his phone rested between his fingers, as if waiting for a message to ping him alert.

he couldn't be much more dependent at a time like this, would a good fuck solve his problems?

satoru shook his head, sighing before cupping his face with his hands decorated with deep cuts as his elbows sat on both his thighs.

if there was anything he hated more, it was feeling vulnerable.

“ yo.”

his head rose, eyes which hid from his glasses stared at the shadowed figure in front of him. “ [name].”

her name danced along his tongue like a sweet melody. it was as if he had been dying to say her name for so long. he quickly rushed and sat properly, giving the girl space in doing so.

“ what brings you here?” he smiles, “ missed me already?”

“ please satoru, don't pleasure yourself with those thoughts. i came here to go shopping, and i figure you were just sent to exorcise a special grade?” she rolled her eyes, a lollipop between her plump lips.

he chuckled in his seat when she sank down beside him, crossing her legs swiftly while leaning with her left hand for support. “ would 'ya mind if i get a taste?” she faced him with an annoyed expression.

“ why do i have to share everything with you?” but even if her words said her protests, her fingers enveloped the plastic handle of the candy, pulling it out of her mouth. [name] licked the lollipop before placing it on the younger's lips. “ here,” she hummed and faced the tree in front of them.

“ tastes sweet.” he states the obvious, and she knew he'd say something naughty right after, “ but it's sweeter because you licked it, baby.”

“ again with those petnames, toru.” it wasn't anything weird to her though, it just felt new. the first time those petnames ever came from his lips was when they were hooking up in a public restroom before exorcising a curse in the area. it was a time when they were still new in this arrangement, confused as to how they can successfully pull it off.

she wondered how easily he can say such words to her, as if he had really loved her. [name] never imagined she'd be able to say them the same way he can, sex with him was delightful, it felt like home with how perfect they fit together, but it can never be a reason for her mouth to call him petnames other than his own. or atleast that's what she thought.

satoru grumbled with a tease fluttering stained in it, “ you never complain when i fuck you, [name].” this is exactly what he needed, her. satoru wasn't feeling himself lately, relentless and his mind was always away. she was the needed rest that satoru ever oh so craved.

he could've sworn he'd seen smoke burst from her ears, seeing how red she had become from outmost annoyance. “ that's 'coz i can barely say shit to you when you do.”

“ right, right, keep saving yourself, baby.” which earned a hard beating on the back of his head.

“ oh?” [name] adjusted herself back, shocked she had even be able to hit him. “ you dropped your infinity?”  he hummed with closed eyes, the lollipop still in his mouth.

“ i trust you too much, [name].” satoru took the lollipop and glided it along her lips, sliding it back inside her mouth. she held his hands with hers, she knew what was going to happen next.

after all, that's all she was to him.

his eyes were telling her something only both of them know, it glimmered the same way that night. she gulped, her tongue licking her dried lips.

“ wanna fuck?”

and she could never deny him, for as long as she hated the parameters of this damned relationship, she also loved how easy it was.

how easy she could be herself with him, how expressive she can become with him. it felt like she was reclaiming everything that was taken from her, she felt empowered.

“ time and place doesn't really matter to you now does it, satoru?” he grinned and shook his head, “ are you down or what?”

the girl sighed beside him, “ not here, there's kids.”

“ pussy much?”

“ horny much?”

“ yeah..” his words almost breathless, he didn't care that he was covered with sweat and she didn't mind that he was. even if he was beat down tired with sweat, he still managed to smell nice. it was addicting, his scent was a drug to her, she could spend all day lapping on his mouth, bruising his pretty plump lips with hers, decorating his face with her red lipstick.

without a word, she pulled him to the nearest restroom, leaving her shopping bags on the ground. that could wait, she guessed.

“ need healing?” a brown haired girl sneered at the sight of her friend's disheveled figure. although the said curse was a breeze, it did land a punch strong enough to cause internal bleeding in the ivory haired boy's chest.

satoru sat himself on the edge of her bed, sighing, “ yeah, whatever shoko.”

she walked towards him with a cigarette between her fingers, “ take those clothes off first dumbass.” the latter soon followed, wincing a little from stretching his arms out to remove his uniform.

shoko blankly stared at his body, eyes squinting at the sight of it. “ when did you find the time to fuck someone right after fighting a special grade curse, satoru?”

“ ah shit, i forgot to wash these off..” satoru sheepishly smiled, his hand cupping the back of his neck. “ seriously, you handled that with broken ribs?” she couldn't believe him and placed the cigarette in her lips.

carefully, she hovered her hands against his chest, “ so who's the girl?” curiosity settled in the pits of her stomach, the red lipstick spread across his milky skin looked familiar, it looked like the same lipstick [name] had worn out today.

“ like hell i'd tell you,” he rolled his eyes, feeling the aftermaths of his sexcapades with [name]. “ all done!” she got up and took the cigarette from her lips, “ don't move that much, i'm telling ijichi to not set you out for missions just yet.”

“ you discredit me too much, shoko.”

“ i certainly do not, what would happen if your injuries had been very grave? it's better to play it safe, satoru.”

he hummed at her words, not knowing what to say. “ and i know that's [name]'s lipstick stained on your body, satoru.”

the ivory haired boy's lips gaped, eyes widening which then turned soft. “ how come you know?”

“ we shop together you idiot!” she grunted, throwing a box of tissues on his face. however it did not touch him at all. her tense figure relaxed a little, but her eyebrows were still furrowed.

“ whatever you have with [name] right now, you better end it. ” and then she exited the room casually, “ i'm taking a puff outside.”

satoru felt on edge himself as he sat on the plush of her bed. was the thing they were doing hurting [name]? it wasn't like he'd be able to end it so suddenly, they spent two years adjusting and knowing each other closely.

as much as he could've ended things earlier than he wanted, even if he was met with an opportunity to do so, he didn't think it be an easy thing to give up, to give her up. it was as if she memorized every part of him that she knew him beyond what his own eyes can brew.

it was something that couldn't be forfeited, it was something special.

[you-know-honey]

Tower of Cups

Copia x Fem!reader

3/4

Summary: The most romantic acts are the most painful goodbyes

Word Acount: 6615

🚩Mention of saints of the Catholic Church, read at your own risk. This was not intended to offend anyone, remember that it is only fiction.🚩

For de Reader: English is not my first language, mercy please. Sorry for the delay but as you know if it is not perfect I will not publish it, I just want to offer you quality.

You couldn't stop looking at yourself in the mirror, no matter how much effort the make-up artists had put into giving you a happy face, something inside you had simply changed and you missed it, there was a strange emotion in your chest, a pressure that weighed like a curse, it stole your breath, slowed down your heartbeat and if you concentrated too much on it the world would end up being a dirty echo in the back of your mind. You had kept yourself as busy as you could, you had been involved in every little detail of the runway show and you could bet that the whole team secretly hated you, but you couldn't afford to be alone or idle for even a second. In fact that was the reason you accepted the interview.

You had never been in front of a camera before, you liked how it felt just watching the world admire your work without giving them a face to put on the covers.

"We go in in ten seconds ¿are you ready Miss?" A boy rushed into your dressing room, he looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Sure." Your voice came out barely a whisper as you stood up and walked to the main course.

You heard a few whispers when they saw you, and for your own sake you wanted to think it was only because of your dress, it was the only thing that had made you smile that day. A beautiful navy blue evening gown and yet it wasn't enough to make you wish you were there instead of your bed.

"Hello everyone! The Fame Factor is here now. My name is Jacob Lamar and tonight I'm not alone, I'm well accompanied by this glamorous jewel, T/N!" A bunch of applause from the audience broke through like a crushing wave.

The spotlights had blocked you from seeing all those people, you smiled as you had taught yourself in front of the mirror and acted as calm as you could. There were more people than usual at that kind of show.

"Hello everyone" you greeted shyly "Thank you for inviting me Jacob, it's a pleasure to be here." In fact it was quite the opposite, you felt a little bad for lying so blatantly but it's not like the host was being honest either, it was the same basic crap he would tell any of his guests.

You shook her hand, it was damp with sweat and reeked of garlic bread, you tried to disguise a grimace of disgust as you tried to wipe your hand on the uncomfortable leather couch.

"Honey, I hear you're back in the fashion world and I'm not the only one here wondering when we get to see your art in all its glory?" The petname made you uncomfortable, all of him made you uncomfortable, there was something in his eyes, like he was trying to hide something.

"In fact, my new runway show will be ready soon. I've missed being back in the ring."

"Tell us why now? All this time you've been anonymous, what motivated you to come out of the shadows?" The man settled back in his seat, leaning toward you as he fiddled with his hands.

"I think it was time, I mean, I wanted everyone to know who was behind all those looks. I just deserved it."

"And you're right honey, I can't wait to see the new designs, I'm willing to spend every penny of my children's inheritance for just one piece from your collection, beauty." He laughed and the audience laughed with him, you liked how all that praise felt to your ego, you weren't silly, you knew it was banal and not very honest but you liked it and it mattered.

"Thank you Jacob. You know this industry, if you don't make an impact you go down, my best work will be exposed there. I promise you won't be the only one." You played with your hands, trying to keep up with the excited interviewer.

"There are rumors that you bought an abandoned church on the outskirts, is that true?" I questioned with a knowing, mischievous look.

"Yes, it is" the audience echoed in amazement at your words "It was the right place, besides it was in decay, you could say I saved it" In fact that place had given more trouble than likes, repairing it was a dry hit to your pocket and dealing with the pesky villagers was a blow to your patience, but you had coped with that and now it was ready.

"Will you model any parts?" She asked getting up from her seat and approaching in front of you "You can't keep hiding that beautiful body Will someone please focus on her! Look at that sexy body ¡God! juicy indeed." Before you knew it he had wrapped his arms around you like an octopus, sticking against your body and sliding his hands up to the opening of your dress, letting your legs and thighs show off for the cameras, thankfully there were no glimpses of your underwear.

"What wrong with you…?" You couldn't even complain when he pushed you back onto the couch with admirable stealth and opened his mouth again.

You could still feel his hands on your body, you were stunned, this wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to touch you. He wasn't even supposed to talk about your body, you couldn't fully process what had happened. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a small disturbance in the audience, from the little that the spotlights let you see a trio of girls had gotten out of their seats and were being ushered back in by the security guards.

"Oh my god, or should I say oh my satan?" The audience laughed as if that had even been a decent joke, as if what happened just seconds ago was part of the show and not something totally inappropriate. "Honey, I know you hate this question, but my job is to keep the audience happy. Tell us, what happened?"

"What?" You said, somewhat lost in the conversation.

"Yes, tell us. Tell us your dirty secrets." The interviewer's face formed a huge smile, a dirty smile. "I know breakups are painful, aren't they?" The audience chorused a loud agreement. "Don't you feel humiliated, you giving everything and him giving the prize to someone else?" A raised eyebrow made clear the lewd and uncomfortable reference.

"I don't…no I…I don't have any relationship." You tried to hide your confusion but the words were absorbed by a tornado of thoughts that went nowhere.

"Don't be shy Y/N, did you really see that guy?" That offended you, Copia wasn't a 'dude' you wanted to contradict him but you couldn't, that relationship that you were suffering from today and the memory of it constantly hurt you was supposed to have never existed. "Although you know what they say guys, a good manhood keeps the girls' mouths busy." He gave the camera a wink while your mind was still trying to decide if that trash was just a disgusting guy.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" you said through your teeth, your hands formed fists swirling the dress, holding back the urge to knock out a couple of teeth from that confident and stupid fake smile.

"Oh… then this must be very humiliating for the old man, bring in the guest!" That stupid cheap show music resounded through the room and she entered from one of the doors. "Come honey, join us." Once again, and clearly without your permission, she dragged you into a trio of high chairs, making you feel tiny and self-conscious.

You tried to act as little awkward as possible, but seeing her face definitely broke something inside you. Your heart suffered a small attack, a sharp pain that ran through your soul until all the air was taken from your body, freezing you in place with your hands on your chest to confirm that it was still beating, holding yourself up only with the faith that your legs would give way to us, you couldn't even feel them at this point.

"Please anything but this…" you murmured bewildered.

"Welcome Mary!" The applause broke out and there she was, sitting in front of you.

It was her, there was no doubt, those eyes and that smile that once again mocked you. It was impossible for you to forget her face, she was wearing another dress as short as the one you had seen her wear when she was practically on top of the one who had been the love of your life, the shame you had seen when you discovered them had vanished from her face, now she looked at you over her sunglasses as if you were a candy that she would destroy in her dirty mouth.

A cold air ran through you from toe to toe and your stomach turned into a black hole that swallows all the words in your mind.

"Hello Y/N, it's nice to see you again." Her mouth spilled venom in the form of kindness.

All the words entered your ears in a distant echo, your hands approached your stomach praying that the nerves would not make you spill your insides on the floor.

"This beauty has some juicy gossip for us, right sweetheart?" The interviewer seems delighted with Mary, he looks her up and down and savors her with his gaze, although this matters little to her as she keeps her gaze directly on you, you know that everything she will say is only for you.

"That's right Jacob. God! I'm so lucky to be here with you and with her, Y/N I'm a big fan of what you've managed to achieve… seriously… everything." His hand rushes to his face trying to wipe away an obvious fake tear.

"Oh come on girl! Tell us already and exaggerate." the interviewer squeals with excitement and with him the audience.

You automatically shake your head in a hidden way, hoping that she will pity you even a little, but she only lets out a mocking laugh and starts talking.

"Oh, you see Jacob. It was that amazing party a few months ago, everyone was there, you know? The music blasting, the lights up, the drinks flowing non-stop. And there he was, Copia I think his name is, looking so handsome and charming as ever. I couldn't resist." He winked at the camera with such confidence that you wondered if he wasn't even into entertainment. "So, with my best smile and these girls," he said in a flirtatious tone and shook his shoulders making his boobs bounce, making his charms very clear, "I approached him. I told him that he looked amazing that night and that I was honestly dying to hang out. He smiled, so innocent, can you believe it? It was like he was waiting for someone to tell him."

You couldn't take everything she was saying, how she added detail after detail to prolong your pain, you didn't want to know more, if you be honest with what you saw that night was more than enough.

But she didn't stop there "After too many drinks and his stupid attempt at making small talk, I mean man you're in a bar who cares about the lore of an old video game? I moved closer. I touched his arm, I whispered in his ear. I told him I'd always felt something special between us, he tried to deny it but no one says no to me. And you know what, in the end, he didn't pull away. In fact, he leaned closer can you believe it?" The audience murmured amongst themselves, surprised by her words. "We went into private, away from prying eyes. The tension was palpable, guys. We were just a breath away from… you know, having fun. But right then, she interrupted us. What a bummer! But, let me tell you, he didn't resist. He was completely under my spell, he sighed like a complete novice, seriously, he was a fucking submissive."

She laughed loudly, you felt nauseous, you knew you should be upset and you were but it hurt you more than making fun of the man you loved and yes, although it wasn't easy for you to accept, you still loved Copia. And seeing her degrade him like that made you sick.

"For God's sake Mary! Little rascal, let it all out." There was a kind of complicity between the duo, and it was clear to you, the only person who had been so innocent as not to imagine that this was always the plan from the beginning was you.

"Now, I'm not saying anything happened, but we all know what could have happened if we hadn't been interrupted. Y/N you should thank me, actually, because now you know that your boyfriend isn't as faithful as you thought. It was a help between friends" she tried to reach out for your support but definitely didn't find it "And well, I had my little moment of fun. Next time I'll take it all the way. How hard can it be? I mean look at me."

The huge screen lit up behind you, earning a sigh from you as the image flashed before your eyes.

The photo wasn't very good quality, but the image was clear. The girl had taken a photo while basically shoving her tongue down Copia's throat. It was an obscene image where both of them showed a lot of skin, it was like reliving that horrible moment over and over again without stopping. Only for the satisfaction of an audience that enjoyed the pain of others.

By the time the screen went black again, it was too late, the damage was already done. Your shaking hands clench into fists against your chest, as if you were trying to contain an internal pain that threatens to overflow. You breathe quickly, barely able to take a breath, while your dilated eyes stare at the screen, but without really seeing it, hearing its words over and over again in your mind.

"Are you ashamed that you trusted someone so famous and were deceived Y/N? It must be very humiliating…"

Cold sweat covered your forehead and hair, sticking to your damp skin, you move with every involuntary spasm of your body. Your heart beats hard, as if it were trying to escape from your chest, and each beat resonates in your ears, drowning out the sounds of the interviewer and the outside world. Your legs seem weak, unable to hold you up, they wobble, and end up giving way, hitting the floor unable to get up. An invisible knot tightens your throat, making every attempt to swallow painful and impossible. Your thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of pain and anxiety unable to find an outlet or a moment of calm. You felt trapped in shock, as if the giant screen in front of you was an insurmountable barrier, amplifying your anxiety and reflecting your most vulnerable self in front of hundreds of people. Your gaze glazed over, tears beginning to pool in your eyes, and a feeling of suffocation washed over you. Everything feels unreal, distant, like you're trapped in a nightmare you can't wake up from. In the midst of it all you catch sight of the cruel smirk of satisfaction from the interviewer and the girl, they sneer and puff out their chests with pride at leaving you vulnerable and exposing your heart to the world, while you desperately struggle to regain control over your mind and body.

"I'll kill her!" a voice rose above the rest. "NO ONE is going to humiliate her like that."

The security guards did their best to keep three girls in their seats, but their strength was impressive. The voice was familiar, and between tears and the annoying lights of the set you could see a white mane that was shaking roughly between a long blonde hair with pastel pink streaks and a shiny black hair that led a violent revolt against the guards until the girls left they out of the way. They jumped the security fence and advanced with a firm step to the set, the rest of the audience tied themselves to their seats as if they were living an iconic moment.

"Cumulus..?" you muttered, extending your trembling hand as a plea for help.

"Who are you guys?! Someone stop these bitches now!" The presenter shouted, standing in front of Mary as if he were trying to protect her.

You clearly knew it was a mistake when Cirrus' hand hit his throat and left him begging for air, kneeling on the ground and not letting go she kicked him until he was nothing more than a baby crying for mercy. You came back to yourself when his cries were as loud as a newborn's.

"Come help me!" Aurora shouted to Cirrus "We have to get her out of here." Aurora leaned towards you, taking your hand "I'm here, come on Y/N we have to go, please get up."

"Girls..? What…what are you doing here..?" You spoke in a sigh as you dizzily dropped your head on Aurora's shoulder.

"We girls support other girls. We're not going to let that damn bitch humiliate our girl." The three of them gave you a smile so sweet it was like a warm hug on your aching heart.

"Get her out of here! I'll take care of this bitch…" Cumulus winked at you and as if he were prey he walked towards Mary who was trying to crawl away and soon began to cry when she discovered that there was no escape.

Cirrus carried you on one shoulder and Aurora on the other, they basically dragged you out as carefully as possible. No one got in the way, everyone was still in shock from everything that had happened and if we're honest they don't get paid enough to intervene.

"You had to open your disgusting mouth…" Cumulus' heel crashed into Mary's face, bathing the sleep with blood and a couple of teeth "I warn you bitch that this…" The ghoulette took one of the chairs and with superhuman strength tore off one of its iron legs "It's going to hurt you a lot."

You weren't really aware of what was happening, but you knew you were safe now, that your girls hadn't left you, that they had come for you to save your skin, your true friends…

"We'll take you home…" Aurora whispered before a strong lavender scent filled your nose.

The only thing you could hear before you fainted was Mary's desperate screams, that put a satisfied smile on your face.

"Girls, I don't want to be indiscreet, but what the hell happened? There are patrol cars roaming all over the city." Rain drove carefully through the streets, smiling at each patrol car that looked at him suspiciously.

The girls were hidden in the backseat, whispering to each other proudly. They weren't supposed to be there, and they weren't supposed to have been at that stupid show. But everyone had hidden the truth from them and unlike the rest, they wouldn't sit back and do nothing.

You had just disappeared from one day to the next, without saying goodbye or giving a reason for it, it broke their hearts. But given everyone's discomfort when talking about you, they understood that something had happened and they didn't rest until they made Swiss spill everything he knew. None of they could believe it and for days it was a total shock. So when they announced your presence on The Fame Factor they didn't hesitate to spend their savings and steal some coins from inside the couches to get the tickets and go see you, they missed their favorite human. You had made their capes as a special gift that made them stand out on stage, you always highlighted how important they were on stage even though not many Sister of Sin did, they felt at home with you, your workshop was their little rabbit hole for girls' nights. They had an eternal debt to you.

"Y/N was invited to that silly show you watch with Phantom" Cirrus clarified while looking surreptitiously out the window, as they drove away from the city.

"Hey! Don't talk about talent shows like that. Pulling 91 pickles out of your body is a very respectable talent." Rain had quite a few guilty pleasures when it came to entertainment.

"What? No, not that one!" Cirrus shook his head.

"The hidden camera one?" he asked again.

"NO! I can't believe you're watching something like that." Cumulus exclaimed, settling into the backseat. "The stupid show where you interview celebrities."

"Oh!" he exclaimed happily until he remembered that this show was basically about directly or indirectly humiliating the guests and that it was only on because people like to see other people's pain. "Oh…"

"Can you believe they invited the girl who made out with Copia?" Cirrus claimed. "She started telling everything in great detail and even bragged about it!"

"I took care of her personally…" Cumulus clarified with his head held high pretending to clean fake dirt from his nails. "It will be a lesson that she and her plastic surgeon won't forget."

"Those are my girls!" Cirrus high-fived each one. She was more than proud of what they had done, nobody hurt their own. "Y/N is okay?"

"I handed her a lavender breeze and we left her in her apartment. She was so helpless… we wanted to stay but she begged us to leave her alone, we couldn't refuse." He felt guilty, Aurora had wanted to stay by your side, you were in a vulnerable moment and at that moment the bad decisions sounded like magnificent ideas.

"She's strong. I know she is…" Rain said it more to himself than to the girls, he wanted to be sure that tomorrow your essence would not have abandoned this earthly plane.

"Let's go back home, I have a bitch's blood to clean from my hair." Cumulus commented.

You counted the exact days until this moment. After that disastrous interview, everyone left you alone. More attention was drawn to the strange attack suffered by one of the guests at the hands of three spectators who, for strange reasons, could not be identified or seen by the face and whom no one present could remember.

You had felt so humiliated that you had not left the house for days, you had cried, screamed and although it was not something you were proud of, you had to replace some windows and decorations that you decided to break and which you still remembered because of the cuts on your hands covered with band-aids, but you could not and did not want to give yourself the luxury of rejoicing in your pain, more sentimental than physical.

You were at your desk, looking at all the chaos in which the models were involved, being moved from one side to another by the stylists, makeup and hair artists and wardrobe assistants. You followed the movements of each of them like a snake, hoping that everything would be done as you wished and for now everything was going as planned. The stage was ready, there were torches outside that simulated a burning church thanks to what the stained glass windows allowed to see, in addition to candles that ran all over the stage where the models would pass and the light focused perfectly where the models would walk giving them the aura of superiority that you were looking for.

It had been a last minute problem to solve the problem with the closest townspeople, money was not a problem for you but of course that was not what bothered them, they had a hurt ego and in that you could understand them so you came to an agreement. When everything was over the church could be used as such again. You were not stupid, you would not give it to them but it was a simple loan that would keep them from trying to spoil your event.

"All the guests are here, waiting." one of your assistants for the event called your attention.

"Perfect. Is the stage ready?" You said as you stood up from your seat and looked at the thick curtain that separated the busy world behind the scenes from the place where everyone was sitting and talking to each other, too peacefully.

"All set," the girl said, checking her notes over and over again.

"And the models?" you asked again, scanning the faces of everyone in the audience.

"Only one of the models' makeup is left pending, but they're taking care of that."

You frowned in a grimace of disgust, something that raised your assistant's nervousness even more. It wasn't something you had done with that purpose, but if you were honest there was a lot of pent-up anger that was overflowing the dam of your patience. Some of the guests were people who you didn't like but they were influential and well… that's how the world works. You wanted even the smallest of details completed and ready at the promised time, after the embarrassing moment on TV you had to make the show draw more attention than your sad unresolved love problems.

"Resolve it quickly." You looked at her and walked towards the dressing room, leaving your jacket on the chair you had occupied previously. "Tell the singers to start please," you said from inside the dressing room.

You hadn't lied when you said you didn't skimp on expenses, you had hired the best of the best to carry the show and your best creations, you had great singers waiting for your command to start with a mournful Gregorian chant to start the event.

Your assistant made a silent call and from the other end you could hear the sad chants that accompanied your equally sad feelings on a pilgrimage. This had always been your dream, to present something that would impress the world, something of your own. At that moment, emotion and happiness invaded you just thinking about the organization and Copia had taken charge of feeding your ideas excessively. You didn't know how, but without realizing it, in each of your steps, in each of your dreams, he was there. You had thought that he would be with you all the time and that when it was over, you could celebrate each of your successes together. Now it seemed that everything was incomplete, as if a small but important part was missing that didn't let you rejoice in your pride and joy.

The theme of the event until now had been a mystery and the photographers played with the cameras in their hands and they whispered each other. It seemed a little silly to you that they didn't even have a clue, given the whole setting, but you assumed that they preferred to let themselves be surprised and speculate rather than take things for granted.

You finished dressing yourself, it wasn't a big deal for you, you had designed the costumes so you knew exactly what to do. As you walked to the makeup and hair area you ordered your assistant to start the show and to order each of the girls. You felt the nerves moving deeply in your guts, but you couldn't afford to give in to the feeling, you had no support if you fell prey to nerves and anxiety no one would get you out of there.

When the curtain opened and the first models went up on stage, sighs of amazement came out of everyone's mouths like a chorus, and the flashes of the cameras didn't take long to appear, some even let their wine glasses fall to the floor adding more emotion to the scene, you didn't even blink, your eyes smart and that didn't matter as you watched each of those present cover their mouths with their hand, look at each other in search of answers or extend their hands as if a prudent distance was not understood between them and the models. The Gregorian chants added more drama to the matter.

"Saint Rita of Cascia… Patience has a limit and some acts are unforgivable." A voice murmured from the speakers hidden in the ceiling.

One of the models wore a fine short-sleeved dress with embroidered flowers that at first glance emulated very well bruises and blows covered by armor with elaborate and intricate details like rose vines that ran through her body, stained with the blood of a violent and abusive man, with makeup that made her face look tired and at the same time strangely satisfied, like an oil painting and behind her being dragged by a heavy and noisy chain crawled a half-naked man with his head hooded moaning and crying with his body full of small cuts… as if made by rose thorns.

"Blessed be the ignored woman who takes justice into her own hands."

The flashes flashed one after another and the murmurs rose one after another. It was the expected reaction, the surprise was palpable and you could feel the thorn of rejection sinking into them but the euphoria of morbidity that made them continue to look expectantly at each one of the models was more acclaimed, one saint after another went by and the expectations of the public rose more and more.

"Saint Mary of Egypt…Who punishes the one who enjoys freedom lives in envious agony"

The model made her way covered by a black velvet tunic, tasting a pomegranate with desire, the red juice of the fruit slid down her throat and stained her hands full of gold rings full of jewels, she took a step further and the flames of the candles on the stage devoured the velvet with fervor, revealing long, chestnut hair that somehow managed to merge with the revealing amber corset, the sleeves were a shower of small pieces of obsidian hanging with small threads of rubies that also gathered in the skirt that was transparent from the hip to the barefoot, combining perfectly with the brown skin of the model, evoking the same feeling as the veins of an active volcano in its maximum splendor, the peak of power and the climax of an unprecedented event.

"Blessed is the woman who desires with joy and acts for her own pleasure."

The eyes of the women in the audience sparkled like diamonds as enthralled as the men were in such awe that you could safely say their jaws were on the floor, you could hear their hearts being devoured by adrenaline at the amazement of the masterpieces in front of them. Creations so perfect that they didn't seem made by human hand.

A few more models walked by, the grand finale was coming quickly.

This was your moment, you didn't need a model for what you were going to do, it may have been a bit selfish to offer yourself up for the main design of the night but it was too late to regret it, it was now or never.

You breathed one last sigh as the curtains opened and all eyes and cameras were on you, your gaze was blinded by the flash lights so you were basically alone on that stage, as if the world was yours for a moment.

"Holy Virgin Mary…always a woman, eternal mother."

You took the first step onto the stage, with uncomfortable heels with inverted crosses under your feet, a white and translucent dress with a thousand and one laces dressed you, fresh blood stained your face artistically made up with tragedy and sadness and created a puddle under your feet that stained the skirt of the dress, leaving a crimson path in your wake, beneath this, scarlet patent leather harnesses ran over your body, revealing very little or almost nothing of the skin of your abdomen and becoming less tight as they went down your legs until they were left hanging, on your shoulders you wore an infinitely long vaporous robe with detailed embroidery in gold thread, telling the story of the tragic mother. On your head rested a crown of obsidian thorns that really cut into your skin and your fresh blood stained the sweet and small veil that the crown held.

You finally raised your gaze in a pleading to heaven with a grimace of absolute happiness and complacency, so that eyes and cameras could admire the beautiful makeup that rested on your face, the tears that came out of your eyes at that moment were real, because for once the physical pain could be stronger than the pain that corroded your soul.

In your right hand you held the sacred sword of Joan of Arc, stained and dripping with fresh blood, and in your left hand the extremely realistic head of Pontius Pilate. The perfect example of how far a mother's love can go to protect her son, regardless of the punishment or the outcome. Because love can carry you in its arms and throw you into the abyss of madness if those you love the most are endangered. And if women are known for anything, it is for loving too much, loving without limits and without fear.

Everyone fell silent, even the singers stopped, a strong and powerful aura emanated from you, from your tears. One by one they stood up with their gaze completely lost in you, their pupils grew until they completely darkened their eyes, time seemed to have stopped, the camera flashes did not stop but neither were they activated by the photographers who were still in their place admiring the person on the stage like a divinity… YOU.

One by one they knelt down with their hands extended towards your figure, their heads touching the ground. You looked at everyone surprised, they were paying homage to you, submitting voluntarily as if before them was a vision.

"Ave mulier...ave mater...ave prime mover."The chants began again, this time driven by the mesmerized audience.

Just as they stood up again and some of them broke the distance to get to you, everything went out and a firm arm pulled you back into the wings. By the time the lights came back on everything was over, and people looked at each other confused at what had just happened. They were quickly taken by the staff back to the reception, where they would have their courtesy gifts and be escorted to the exit.

"What…what happened? I…" you couldn't find the right words to explain what had happened, your intention had been to surprise the public but in the end they surprised you too.

"Are you okay, miss? Are you okay? Please tell me something." Your assistant was shaking your body to get you out of the shock, she seemed worried.

Quickly and as if the air you were breathing injected adrenaline into your body, you came back to yourself in such a painful way that you felt your heart stop.

"Did everything go well?" was the only thing you managed to ask.

"Miss, it was a total success! This will be talked about for centuries!" said your assistant with extreme joy, joined by the rest of the staff, both models and technicians. Everyone knew it had been a complete success and could sense the thousand opportunities that would open before their eyes.

But the celebration was shorter than expected, one of your networking agents moved through the crowd with her tablet in hand and with a worried face she approached you and immediately you knew that something terrible had happened.

The excited and exalted scream of hundreds of fans entered your ears from the tablet's speaker, when the cameras moved you were able to see clearly what it was about. Ghost was in concert. And for the first time in months you heard his voice again.

"You guys are fabulous!" Copia shouted to the audience who was totally crazy seeing him. "It's great to be with you, here and now." You couldn't help but smile, he was always so charming with the public but there was something in his countenance, in his way of acting, as if something wasn't right. As if it was a strange bye.

He wasn't wearing one of the shiny suits you had made for him, he was only wearing a gloomy black shirt without many details or ornaments. Something like that was definitely not his style at all.

"I'm going to tell you something… it's a little secret that you can't tell anyone, okay?" The audience promised in shouts of joy "I never understood why you dedicated our songs, I didn't understand why you guys saw romance in the lyrics. I confess I thought you were a little weird, you can blame me for that." The Dance Macabre intro started playing and her voice seemed to break a little "Tonight is not just about music, tonight I need to bare my heart in front of all of you." His eyes became moist as he looked directly at the camera "I need you to know this." He walked to the center of the stage before the expectant gaze of all the fans "In the midst of the music, the lights and the energy, there is a pain that has overshadowed my existence. I have hurt someone very dear to me, someone who is the light in my soul."

A shaky sigh left your throat and a nervous smile formed on your lips, those sweet words touched and hurt you at the same time.

"I'm not supposed to do this, but, fuck it all! I can't leave without her knowing. Y/N…" you felt your eyes burn when your name left his lips, with that classic sweetness and tears were quick to spill. "I have inhabited the abyss, feeling the flames of regret, tearing my heart out for having hurt you, and I realize that without you, my life is a starless night, a complete torture. Forgive me." Tears rolled down his eyes. "I fell from your grace and I deserve it, there was reason in each of your words. But, amore mio, I am willing to crawl through the depths of Hell to earn your forgiveness. You have always been my salvation, my eternal love. Let me hold your hand again, let me show you that I am still the Copia you know, I am totally and hopelessly in love with your essence, with everything you are. Punish me if you want, but I will never stop being yours, you possess me in body and soul, before you I put my absolute devotion. I do not want everything to end like this, that cannot be our last night… If I could turn back time… I would do everything right.

The ghouls began to play and just when his voice was about to start the song the lights went out completely and white letters were projected on the stage, to the bewilderment of everyone. Thanks to the lights on fans' phones, you could see hooded men dragging Copia off the stage, and he didn't put up any resistance.

Your hand went straight to your mouth. You knew what it meant, they had done it with Terzo and now they were repeating it with your beloved Copia, but he had already accepted his fate…

"This is over…" A deep voice from beyond the grave was heard from the speakers, the annoyed tone in his voice raised the hackles of the audience.

[btsjeonjazz]

Petname Babygirl II pt. 6

Yoongi x reader, Jimin x reader

genre: angst, kinda fluff, smut (t-tongue technology?)

word count: 12.6k

The night was constantly going up until you met a special guest who managed to creep into your thoughts.

It was a strange feeling to be in Yoongi's own four walls, your eyes wide with astonishment as you wandered behind your date for the night. The air around you didn't feel tense at all, his words blurring your vision. Tonight I'm Yoongi.. Repressing an excited giggle you inhaled deeply, taking in the view of your date in plain jeans and a shirt, the man who almost broke the contract and gets you on your knees in less than three seconds. Even now, if he would command you to bend over, suck his dick or strip for him, you wouldn't hesitate, your panties dropping as fast as possible, but he shouldn't know how much impact he had on you. Not after what happened the week of your absence.

Yoongi lead your through a corridor, lined with expensive paintings, the walls colored in a light brown giving of the feeling of 'home', warmth, before turning right inside the apartment's kitchen. The strong smell of food intensifying whilst he gestured you to enter the room first. White, shiny marble the main material of the kitchen's counters, a large table in front of the kitchen island, a bouquet full of white roses, a few candles and a lacy looking tablecloth set on it. It looked beautiful photographed out of a furniture house's catalogue, the scent illuminating you, steak, potatoes, wine and a sweet mouse lined on the island.

“Sit down, I get you the main menu. I hope you're hungry”, Yoongi said, pulling the chair back for you to sit down, a move you expected from a man of his status and manners, still you were fascinated in the change of behaviour tonight. “You like wine, don't you, y/n?”

Still astonished of Yoongi's behaviour and the sight of his apartment you nodded absent-mindedly, your fingertips stroking over the silky tablecloth, feeling the fabric that was flawlessly covering the large, wooden table. You also felt your heartbeat pounding hardly against your chest, a steady staccato, loud enough to be heard while watching Yoongi skilfully arranging the self-made food, handing you a glass of costly, sweet wine and faintly smiling at you, rather awkward. It wasn't like him to be a bit stiff, the usually smooth perfectionist showing signs of nervousness.

“How was your day at work?”, his voice showed no sign of the embarrassment you had seen in his dark orbs, calmly asking you about your day despite his stiffly moving limbs.

“All fine”, you answered him, eyes darting around the softly lighted room, expecting it to be neatly tidied, clean and not the least bit used, but it was the opposite. You witnessed a couple of used kitchen towels, cups in the sink, flowers lining the windowsill and it amazed you. The Min Yoongi, a perfectionist in everything he laid his hands on seriously lived in here, used cutlery, cups and the cook..wow. “What about you?”, you tried to sound as composed and relaxed, but failed as your voice cracked with the last word.

Yoongi took his seat across from you, never letting you out of his shadow cast face, the light shining on his back. He gestured you to try the steak before he coughed slightly. “Stressful, to be honest.”

Humming in agreement you took the first bite, your face contoured in blissfulness. “Oh god, it's delicious! I'm sorry..”, you scolded yourself to stay quiet, the occasion not suited for your outburst at the delicious food, cooked by the man who sat on the same table with you.

“No, no. It's fine. I'm glad you like it”, he motioned not to be reluctant tonight, signalling you that you were free to be yourself for the time being. But the atmosphere turned as Yoongi bit down his pink lip, eyes narrowing down his plate from one second on the other. It seemed to be time to start the talk before you could be yourself like he suggested, your eyes following the way his lips moved. “I sincerely apologise, y/n, for the decision I made with my action. I hope you feel at least a bit better by now.”

Gulping down your latest bite you leaned back, not answering him for several, long seconds. Are you feeling any better? Not yet, to be pretty honest, but whatever he had planned for you to forget made your heart race. Was the meal only the beginning of a night containing deep conversations and confessions? You doubted that. Would he tell you what his past looked like, why his point of views seemed to be otherworldly and strange? Maybe. Was there a chance in you wanting him even now after what happened? You could answer this with an emphasized yes.

“Not yet”, you responded with delay, your eyes focusing on the food laying on your plate. “W-would you tell me why exactly you did it?”

Yoongi groaned lowly, his fork still untouched as he leaned back, his fingers staying in his lap, folded. He then inhaled deeply, collecting his thoughts about your question, looking for the right choice of words to explain what had caused him to get touched by another woman that wasn't you. “First let me tell you that all I did with any other woman, with you, is for my personal purpose and desire. Don't try to make up my character into a fictional person for your ideals, y/n. I'm a cruel man towards my woman, no love, no romance and most certainly no feelings involving us two, connecting us in a way that is more than a physical relationship”, he paused, his almond shaped eyes gazing you, lingering on your stiff figure. You felt a spark of pain in your chest at his words, although you knew why he said it and that he was right, even though. Your appetite laying on ice you pushed your plate from you, meeting Yoongi's eyes as he continued explaining himself.

“It may help for you to understand at least a bit of my own way of thinking”, he ran his hand through his hair in a quick motion, seeming..nervous. “I'm from a family seeking success, being there to live on their own, chasing dreams in a reckless manner, no empathy towards anyone, not even their own children. Love? What is that, y/n? The tightening of your chest? A meek feeling turning your stomach upside down? Bubbles popping in the pit of your stomach, when you see a person your body reacts on its own? Never experienced it, not for anyone. I took care of Jimin since I could think, imitating my parents behaviour and treatment regarding work, dug myself a hole to hide in in the form of the company you now work in, too. I try to be honest right now, y/n. Don't make me up for a man I could never be. I have everything I need, money, I'm the chairman of one of the biggest law firms in the country and now I have you”, Yoongi gulped down some of his wine to calm his shaking voice. “Ah, no not in the way you might think. I'm able to pay women to please me, that's what I live for as well. And this is the reason I did what I did that day you were absent from work.”

You had difficulties following him, his explanation milky, confusion to you, but the main aspects he wanted to explain were pointed out clearly. He had no one to care for and no one ever cared for him, (his younger brother the ultimate exception) so why should it change just because it gave you? He didn't look for love in any way, a physical relationship he had the most advantages from enough to lighten up his mood on stressful days. And of course you knew that this was the only plausible reason it gave the agreement between Yoongi and you, his toy.

“I saw you, as I already declared, with another man, wanted to visit you, but what were you doing? Going out with your friends and a stranger who touched you so bluntly, even taking a picture of it”, he shrugged his shoulders as he went on, but you could see a glint behind his eyes that told you he regretted taking hasty actions, accusing you to do something with another guy although it gave him. “I couldn't cope with it, y/n. You're mine as long as the agreement lasts, and by god, I hate if anyone touches what is mine. Be it accidentally or on purpose, refrain from it. I'm a possessive man and I made a mistake in handling the situation in a rush. As I previously did, I'll apologize to you. You should count one and one together if you listened to me. I don't feel anything for anyone, not for that bitch who sucked my dick and nothing more than desire and lust for you, y/n. Your body is all I crave for.”

That was definitely not what you wanted to be told, but the fact that he didn't care who gave him the blow job explained the story of his parents and his true love in form of the passion for his work. Now it made sense what he told you at the beginning. You bit down your bottom lip, chewing it until you felt it swelling before you nodded in understanding. It seemed like a rational explanation, his words describing what caused his strange treatment, but was that all he got to give? Money? Was that all he needed? You doubted it more than anything. Behind the mask he had perfected was more meaning than the pure presence of a man yearning for the big success, for an endless amount of money.

“That's all then?”, you voice was quiet, looking up in an attempt to see through him, but there it was again, a hard core, an impenetrable mask on his pale face, protecting him from showing feelings and being seen how he really is. “You want nothing more than what is on your bank account, not caring for anything else? She was a substitute for me for the day, nothing more? Is that who you are, Yoongi?” His name falling from your lips didn't feel as smooth as you wanted to. It was a heavy word you had to force over your lips. “Seeking perfection in the form of being the ultimate head of a company? You aren't the cruel man you describe yourself as.” You had to stop yourself before your voice would shake in anger. He had such a twisted way of dealing with things outside his work, his thinking was the point you couldn't accept as it was. He was more than that..at least in your eyes.

Yoongi stood up, circling the table to get to you in silence, taking the plate of food to put it back into the microwave. His hand was trembling, you witnessed it as he reached down to grab your plate.

“I really don't want to argue tonight, y/n”, his voice was low as it filled the kitchen again, his lean body leaning against the counter next to the microwave, pausing so that the buzzing sound of the electronic heater could fill the silence. “Let's stop here. I explained myself enough and you should accept the fact that it was a vast mistake, the woman is fired, she meant nothing”, the 'peep' of the microwave signalled that your food was heated, interrupting him for a short moment. He took the plate, setting it in front of you again before he leaned down to you, his face close to your own. “Enjoy the night and stop thinking so much into it. Eat up before it gets cold a second time.” Yoongi pinched your cheek, smirking faintly while leaning in to brush his pink mouth over your bare neck, the skin burning where he touched it briefly, his warm breath hitting your skin. It felt like an eternity the last time he touched you in the plane. Almost two weeks feeling like two years, your body responding on its own. He did shit, yes. He made you burst into tears at home, yes. Due to that you were still angry, but you wanted him despite what happened. Your core tightening, a shudder running down your spine as the spot he faintly kissed got cold.

Yoongi separated himself a few centimetres to give you space, but you stopped him, pulling him by the neck with your hand wrapped around it with a squeeze, feeling the soft hair that lined his neck neatly. He was near you, but wouldn't give you what you craved for a long time, not even as an apology. Ever since that night you two slept with each other the first time your hunger was sparked by the thought of him touching you where you wanted him to.

“Why?”, you whispered, eyes fixated on his heart shaped, oh so pink lips which formed a surprised 'o' at your sudden action.

“What do-”

“Why won't you kiss me?”, another faint whisper expressing the need you felt for his touch on your lips. The warmth of his tasty, wet mouth moving on yours the way they did that night, a one time thing..

The man in front of you swallowed hard, his eyes wandering from your eyes which still focused on his parted mouth down to your own, remaining there for a couple of seconds. You felt your heart racing, the anticipation vaguely managing.

“I..”, Yoongi bit down his lower lip, dark oculars darting back to your eyes where you locked yours with his. “It's more intimate than sex itself”, his voice sounded raspy, deep and so quiet you had to listen carefully. He then cupped your cheek with one of his veiny, pale hands, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips' shape, feeling the place on your body he never gifted with attention before, pulling your bottom lip down once before he straightened himself again.

Holding your breath you watched him turning around, taking his plate stiffly and doing the same routine with his food. No one said a word again, the atmosphere tinged in tension, your heart beating in your throat. You were confident that your cheeks might burn in a bright pink, your legs pressed together in arousal. It was an intense moment for you, him being close to you, nearly touching you where you wanted to be touched, finally feeling him on your tingling mouth.

“You said you would make up for what you've done”, you had to gulp down the knot in your throat, your voice a shadow of itself with your next words. “I want you to kiss me.”

Flinching Yoongi met your determined stare, the expression on his face traced with annoyance and doubt. “We'll see, y/n. Now eat up.” His usually composed, controlled way of speaking was destroyed as he bluntly showed you how close he was to snap at you. Yoongi really didn't take commands well, not even from you. Such a simple task too much for the perfectionist in front of you, who wasn't shy to fuck you like a slut, but afraid of exchanging kisses.

Scoffing you obeyed, taking the fork back in your hand to poke in your food. Sighing you pouted at him, glaring as he began to chuckle at your expression. Shoving your first bite in your mouth you glared further at the man who took his seat back across from you, a faint grin still on his lips.

“Tell me, who is Jimin seeing tonight?”, Yoongi tried to calm the air around you, filling it with a change of subject. The plates now half empty as time passed for a couple of minutes in silence.

Blinking your eyes darted to the grey haired man, his mouth closed and chewing on his food, shirt rolled up slightly by now. Didn't he know that his younger brother had a date with his employee, Ana Jung? Oh, you might know why Jimin hadn't said a word about the woman he saw tonight, his brother wasn't really fond of her, everyone knew. She gave him a hard time at work, making mistakes over and over again.

“He didn't say a word?”

“I asked him, but he wouldn't say who it was. At first I thought about one of his exs, but that's impossible”, Yoongi's tongue rolled over the inside of his cheek, a sign he wasn't content with the idea of his precious sibling dating a woman that didn't suit him or Yoongi didn't approve of. “So, you know who it is, don't you?”

What should you tell him? Jimin most certainly had his own reasons to stay quiet who he would fuck tonight (you just knew that this was the case in meeting her in the first place). Cocking your brows up you hid your evil grin, getting payback for refusing to give you what you craved for. There was one thing in this world Min Yoongi didn't know and it turned out that you were the only one who could tell him at the moment. Therefore you tilted your head, grinning at him before you shrugged your shoulders in a lazy, not caring manner.

“Maybe”, your voice showed how much you liked the idea to tease him with the unknown.

Yoongi blinked in disbelief to your response. He had expected everything but an answer as cheeky as this, your face painted in a playful expression, the edges of your mouth twitching dangerously for the first time in a while around him. “Maybe? Seriously, y/n?”

“You told me to be myself tonight, already forgotten?”, you shifted in your chair, adjusting your dress properly whilst feeling his disbelieving stare on you. “I know who he takes out tonight, but what do I get if spill the tea?”, you teased him, brushing your hair back in an attempt to show him how mighty you actually were, what you weren't, like what did you even think?

Min Yoongi chuckled lowly again, his arms now crossing over his chest, his eyebrow high whereas he tilted his head, the same pose you sat in. Now it was time to test who had more endurance in a staring contest, his eyes piercing yours sharply, challenging you to disobey again. And so you did. You pushed your chair back, carefully spreading your barely covered legs to show him a sneak-peak of your black lacy thong, lasciviously crossing them on top of each other without letting him out of your eyes. But to your surprise didn't his gaze waver a second, constantly staring in yours. Smugly smirking he unbuttoned the first knob of his shirt, his bony, long digits slowly darting lower, doing the same with the second button as well. You had to force yourself not to follow his movement, your grin vanishing because of the concentration you had to put in not to lose. You gave him credit for being a perfectionist, a had worker and a rough lover, but being playful like this? Being on the same page for the first time, resembling his younger brother for a split second.

“Give it up, babygirl”, he smirked lopsided, his tongue wetting his lips, your eyes wavering for a second, not because of his wet, red muscle, but the petname got you. Swallowing hard you bit down your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.

“It's unfair play to use that name”, you complained, leaning back against the chair's rest, a hand smoothly tracing to your cleavage, adjusting your dress by pulling it down to reveal more of your hidden skin above your covered breasts.

A 'tsk' resonated from the walls whilst Yoongi shook his head, his black orbs still lingering in yours. “You're the one who began to tease. Trying to seduce me with a bit skin and showing me your panties. I don't even care what you're wearing underneath, it'll be gone anyway.”

Flustered you almost narrowed your view, but refrained from it, Yoongi opening another button, his shirt now half open, revealing his pale, soft skin. You knew how it felt under your palms, how his stomach was lined with faint abs beneath the flawless skin.

“Spit it, babygirl. Who is my brother seeing?”, his digits opened another knob until his shirt was showing all of his skin, fingers brushing over the growing bulge hidden by the table. “I can do this the whole night or you stop being stubborn and we can postpone this slow striptease to my bedroom. You choose.”

His words were more than tempting, foremost after you had last felt him two weeks ago. Even with this offer you shook your head. It wasn't about being the one in charge anymore, the situation arousing you pretty well wherefore you spread your legs again, opening them especially for his display. This time it was his turn to gulp, eyes shortly wavering before he composed himself again until your hand tapped on your thigh, pushing the material of your dress over to the hem of your thong.

“I know you want me”, you told him, voice an octave lower. “If you want me to stop you have to force me.”

A dark chuckle left his mouth accompanied with a loud, defeated sigh. “Fine, you win, but tell me who's the date of Jimin and come here. Fast.”

“Fine”, you nodded, using the same word, waiting for him to look away and as he did, his eyes focused on the way your dress slid down as you stood up to round the table. Faintly you heard a groan coming from the man across from you, his shirt revealing what you had expected; white, soft skin and a belt with a big silvery belt buckle reflecting the dimmed light in the room. You were so fucking attracted to him, the serious talk from before forgotten whereas you swiftly sat down on his lap, the growing member in his pants poking you through the solid material of his light jeans. “Does winning mean I'm in charge tonight?”, you purred, laying your arms around his neck, stroking over the nape to feel the soft locks of his grey hair again.

“Better tell me now before I lose my temper”, he skilfully ignored your question, his hands which stroked their way up and down your legs swiftly smacking them, hard. Mewling you flinched, the spot hot and stinging where his bare hands met your skin. “You really think I let someone be in charge with me? Oh, babygirl, you're my slut, not the other way around”, his husky voice purred right in your ear, pressing his lips against it. A sting following as he bit down your earlobe harshly, making you squirm on his lap, his bulge digging deeper in your core caused by your hasty movements.

“I can try, can't I?”, you pulled him away at the strands your fingers wrapped around at the back of his head. Tonight you would test his limits, one way or the other. And right now you challenged him in being the dominant one. “I bet you'd be such a good boy.”

Doubting your sanity Yoongi started to laugh, a rare sound, his hands grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs ere he built up momentum to hit you hard, the places most certainly bruised by tomorrow. Moaning in pain you let go of his hair, clinging on his shoulders for support. Another few smacks and your were a panting mess on top of him, your skin feeling hot and you could see that the spots got redder by the second. You cursed yourself for straddling his lap like this, but started to rub over his dick, your own arousal taking overhand after he had pleased you with his roughness.

“J-Jimin is with A-Ana”, you stuttered as his hands rubbed over your ass, pushing your dress up and smacking the wiggling flesh. His hits were hard, violently marking your skin. “Stop, Yoongi”, you moaned, but meant it.

“Ana Jung?”, was all he said, his fingers tracing up to your waist, caressing your sides kind of praising for your obedience, although it was coming later than he liked it. “I hate her, but I now you like her though..”

Blinking you looked into the man's face, his lips pouting, eyes lost in the distance for a brief moment before he smacked your aching spot on your ass, grinning at you. “Get up, babygirl, we're going upstairs.”

In a swift move you climbed off of his lap, your dress already high up over your black thong showing him your sparsely dressed ass. You didn't even care to pull it down as Yoongi licked his lips, his eyes getting darker by the second, hands stroking over his bulge as he did it alike, standing close to you. No one said a word as his hands drifted up, smoothly taking the hem of your dress to glide it over your body up over your head, leaving you shivering in the kitchen. The lacy, velvet undergarment suited the atmosphere surrounding you two, dark and hungry.

“Damn, babygirl. You look..nice”, his voice was husky, eyes lingering on the still covered mounds while he turned away, walking hastily down the hall outside the kitchen, your hand in his big one. He lead you down across the living room where the stairs lined the back up to their private rooms.

At first you were sure that this was the place where Yoongi and you met for the first time, had your first physical encounter, but it emerged that it wasn't as you expected as Yoongi and you reached the upper rooms. Darkness surrounded you wherefore you couldn't quite make sure where to walk, but the man in front of you never stopped, knowing his home.

“Y-you're too fast”, your voice was a stutter while you tried to keep up with his haste. He was too eager to finally get you into his bed, to fuck you after a long time of another sexual desert.

Abruptly, out of nowhere Yoongi came to a halt, turning around and gripping your shoulders lightly to press you against the nearest wall left from you. A guttural sound resonated from his chest, his eyes covered by the blackness around you ere his fingers traced down your arms, making you shiver, your heartbeat loud in the silent corridor.

“I can't wait, babygirl. I waited way too long for what we're supposed to do”, it was nothing more than a raspy whisper before his core met yours, the already rock hard bulge in his jeans meeting your sparsely covered, aching lap. One soft caress on your side, his digits grabbed around your torso, opening the clasp of your bra, sliding it down slowly. Even though you couldn't behold his gaze on you, you felt it. Piercing your soul in the dark, black eyes half closed and greedy to fill you with what he got. The cloth landed on the ground to your feet with a dull noise, your breasts freed and directly shown to the beautiful man in front of you. Next you could feel his warm skin on your mounds, pinching and tugging at the soft flesh and rose buds.

Mewling you let your head fall back against the wall behind you, your own hands shooting forward to touch the skin of his own chest down to the soft flesh of his stomach where they lingered for several seconds. Gradually tracing back up you concentrated to smoothly peal him out of his dark shirt, gliding it down his arms, taking his fingers off of your nipples to let it fall to the ground next to your bra.

“I need you”, you whined whereas his fingertips stroked over your breasts down, a light path to your own stomach, grabbing your skin. “P-please.”

“Here?”

You shook your head, remembering that it must be unseen in the dark. “No.”

No words needed Yoongi pulled you close, his tongue latching at your neck before he inhaled deeply, a sound resembling a rattlesnake heard out of his throat before he took your hand in his again, walking further down the black corridor to the end. A wooden door opened, the smell of his familiar fragrance intoxicating the room Yoongi pulled you in. His bedroom. Still standing in the darkness you let the newly discovered stimuli get to your head, your nostrils blown while taking in the smell you new on your boss and sugar daddy. It drove you crazy, your panties feeling tight at the scent alone. It was everything you needed to take off your last piece of clothes, throwing it in the corridor you came from, standing completely naked next to the man who you wanted to fill you up.

“So eager, babygirl?”, his voice mocked you, showing signs of arousal and scorn. But you knew he loved your bold way of showing him that you were his, naked, ready and eager to be fucked by him. That's what he wanted from you, to be willing to do it whenever he wanted it, and you were totally comfortable with that as you also craved his body for your own pleasure, the negative, stinging thoughts wholly shoved to the back of your head.

“I want you, Yoongi”, you said, your hands wandering down to your wet folds, stroking a long and hard way over your clit. Of course your move was seen, his unfathomable oculars following your through the dark.

Then Yoongi walked a few steps back to the door, leaning it into the frame before a soft, yellow light illuminated the room. Now you were able to witness what was laying around you, but right now you didn't care as all you could concentrate on was the half naked man behind you, your view gazing over your shoulder. His grey hair was messier than before, his fingers running through it, his torso bare and jeans already open. Your racing heart pounded in your chest while you couldn't force yourself to look away from Min Yoongi who watched you as intensely. He then let his gaze fly over your naked figure, taking in your curves ere a lopsided, smug smirk painted his face.

“Turn around, babygirl”, it was a rather soft command, but you didn't give it a second thought, doing a 180 to face the voice. Thanks to the bit light that surrounded you by now you could see the expression on his face for a split second before the typical mask covered whatever he might feel. But there it was. Awe. You weren't quite confident that it was because of your body or the view you gifted him with, but  this emotion was sufficient to take a step towards him, taking his hands and putting them down on your hips.

“I'm all yours”, you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips on his collarbones, peppering a wet trail up to his neck, careful not to mark his skin and be punished tonight. You wanted to enjoy it, feeling him as a man not as the boss and cruel person he claimed to be and who paid you for what you were supposed to do.

Yoongi didn't move an inch as your tongue roamed around on his sensitive, warm neck, kissing your way up to his jawline to grant it with a lot more attention, closely, dangerously near his lips, but he didn't back away, his nails digging into your hips as long as you were allowed to kiss his skin. You knew that he coped with it only to make up for what he had done with Miss Wen, but that was okay. Still not saying a word your mouth parted on his neck, nibbling softly while his hands freed themselves to stroke down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, making you moan into his skin.

“You know that I need to punish you next time for what you're doing right now? You won't be able to stand anymore and I give you the advice to take another week off”, Yoongi grinned down on you, his eyes warning you and inviting you at the same time.

Nodding, smiling at him cheekily you continued your path down to his chest, licking a stripe over his nipple, playing with it for a while ere your fingers went down to his jeans, pressing down on the bulge that had formed in the front of his pants. He felt so hard, twitching as you first touched it, eager to be freed, sucked on.

“Not today, babygirl”, was all Yoongi said before he let go of you, taking your hands off of his jeans to turn you around, pressing your back against his heaving chest. This way you could feel the steady, fast heartbeat of the man behind you, surprising you with such a staccato. Then you could see how his hands shot up from behind, touching your stomach, tracing it softly down to your aching core. “Tonight is about you.” With his leg he opened your own, shoving them apart to get access with his warm digits. At first he only rubbed over your clit, his index finger circling over your bundle of nerves to stimulate you further, turn you on even though you were already wet and willing, but he didn't stop there. His free hand on your breast he started to massage it, tugging at your nipple while the other still stroked over your heat, further down to your drenched folds.

“What's this? You're already wet? What a good, little slut you are for me, babygirl”, he hummed complacent with what he felt, slick juices coating the tip of his fingers. “And so warm. I can't wait to feel you.”

Gulping you nodded, your head leaning against Yoongi's chest and shoulder. “Fill me, Yoongi. I can't wait anymore..” Your voice broke at the end as Yoongi pushed his fingers inside you, curling right away to get you by surprise. And he succeeded. Loud moans fell from your lips, a tightness starting to form in the pit of your stomach while you squirmed in his arms. He moved them inside you, pulling out to shove them back in until his fingers where completely coated in your arousal. At some point he began to mercilessly thrust them into you, your legs wobbling at the sensation they caused, your voice echoing from the walls, loud and whining. “Don't stop..p-please”, you cried out as he moved his fingers in scissoring motion, touching the right spot that could snap the coin with a little help of friction on your clit that you wanted to provide with your own hand, but which was smacked away from Yoongi's free one.

“Don't you dare”, he growled close to your ear before he leaned down to take your earlobe between his teeth, grazing it a few times. Although it wasn't what you liked you felt how tight you got from his action, his fingers still shoving in and out of your pussy. Slick, lewd sounds now filling his bedroom whereas Yoongi's lips latched on the skin of your neck, leaving a wet, passionate kiss where his lips met your skin. It felt utterly amazing, your legs cramping, core heated. He wanted to get you, and he was close to succeed with his plan, but the moment his digits hit your sweetest spot, pushing you almost over the edge with a gasp and a moan in the form of his name, he stopped, pulling his drenched fingers out of your folds, wiping your remains on your stomach before his hands both groped your breasts, his cock pressing against your bare ass.

“Wanna come, babygirl?”, he asked, his voice a husky whiff. “ Just tell me what you want.”

Wide eyes met his over your shoulder as he let his chin lay casually on your shoulder, his lips pink and wet while he tilted his head to the side, meeting your shocked gaze.

“Don't you want to be in charge? At least in saying me what I could maybe do?”

“I-”, you stopped yourself, biting on your lower lip before you swallowed the excitement down, your legs violently pressed together. “Do what you want to me tonight..”

“Whatever I want?”, he scoffed, smugly smirking at you with cocked up brows. “That's all? What an easy woman.”

You shrugged your shoulder, avoiding your gaze. “But that's what I'm here for.”

Yoongi didn't respond, but you could feel the stiffness seeking into his bones as he turned you around, his eyes laying on your face. Then you were pushed back, stumbling over your own feet. “Lay down. Now”, his voice was suddenly back to its usual harsh, commanding tone, no emotions in it and not a sign of the rare gentleness that laced it a moment ago, playing with you. Instead you may have hit a spot that made him seemingly angry, but didn't know what.

The back of your knees met the cold wood of the huge bed behind you, your body falling down on the soft, sweetly smelling sheets. Your hair was brushed in your face, but as you tried to free your face from it you were forced to look up, a veiny hand pulling your chin up.

“Whatever I want..that's what you're here for, right?”

You nodded, a reluctant gesture, not sure if that is what he wanted to hear from you. “R-right.”

Scoffing he hit your cheek lightly, hard enough for your hair to be brushed out of it. With gritted teeth the grey haired man hovered over you, his eyes laced with anger. “I am the one who pays for you, so you don't need an opinion of your own? No need to be your own human and say what you really want me to do?”

It wasn't part of the game. Not after he moved your body up on the many pillows over your head at the end of his bed where you fell down on, his entire weight on top of you. Yoongi's view was dark, sadness and regret showing. Whatever caused the change in atmosphere so suddenly, you wanted it to change back.

“I-I told you what I want from you, but it was rejected and..I..”, your voice was so quiet, weak that you had to cough slightly. “Why should I ask for more then?”

There was something in his stare that told you how wrong you were, but instead of answering his hands landed next to your head, his gaze piercing yours with a roll of his tongue against his cheek. “That's all you want, y/n?”

Y/n. What was going on? Why the change in name as well? You felt anxious at his words, the tightness of your core wandering up, clenching your heart tightly.

“Answer me”, Yoongi's voice was threatening, way too calm and quiet. You knew him as much to know that it was the sign for you that he was most certainly pissed off. Or turned on, but that wasn't the case.

You needed a second, but then nodded with wide eyes, darting down to his parted lips, back up to his dark, angry eyes. “That's a-all.”

As fast as he was over you did he straighten himself into a sitting position, straddling your legs. One hand on your waist, digging deep, one covering his eyes. “Why..You drive me crazy, woman”, it was a stretched groan followed by a deep, unamused chuckle. His words more to himself than to you.

Confused by his behaviour you blinked, your hands finding his thighs as to why his left hand fell back to his side. Now all you could witness in his brown orbs was lust and a waver of emotions that he controlled in the blink of an eye. “I understood your words back down in the kitchen. So, it's okay as it is.”

“Can you shut up?”, his voice wasn't harsh or bold, it was a whisper, a needy one that showed how hard it was to stay composed right now.

Biting your lip you nodded, your body trembling in fear and the remaining arousal from his merciless fingers a couple of minutes ago. Then Yoongi's hand that fell to his side was caressing a way from your waist, over your mounds further up to your neck. It lay flat on your throat, softly wrapping around it, a light squeeze followed wherefore your core began to burn again. But it was gone faster than you wished for, his finger gazing over your jaw, feathery tracing the shape of your lips, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down the second time this night. Anticipation built in your body and mind while you watched him out of wide eyes, his own following the digits which stroked gently over your parted lips.

“You're asking too much from me”, another faint whisper reaching your ears, desperate, needy.

“I won't ask anything anymore, Yoongi”, you answered him, but he seemed not to hear you, his stare still down on your wet mouth, his thumb wetting it with your own saliva.

The moment his big hand cupped your face he leaned down, his face stopping only a centimetre away from yours, your nose slightly touching his. If you wouldn't know that he would never kiss you, you may have fainted from the closeness, but instead you just smiled shyly at him, your arms wrapped casually around his waist, feeling the heat resonating from his body.

His eyes met yours, an eternity passing. “Keep them closed”, was all he said before you obeyed, your heart and mind repressing the feeling of heated anticipation of a kiss, ready to accept whatever he had planned to do next.

You heard him swallowing hard before a warmth spread inside your body, your eyes wanting to shot open, your fingers cramping, digging into his smooth flesh. Nothing you ever felt could compare to the feeling of falling into another dimension, of being sucked into someone's presence as the kiss you received from the man who denied your request, who explained that he wouldn't kiss you despite your desperate tries and your heartfelt question down the stairs in his kitchen.

His lips were wet, so warm that they might count as heated, tasting like wine as well as the manly scent that illuminated him normally, mixed with a sweetness whose source your couldn't fathom. Slowly, tenderly he moved his parted lips on yours, one hand cupping your face gently while the other dug deep into your waist, hiding the frantic shake of it. Yoongi's tongue traced over your bottom lip, tasting you before pushing into your mouth, past your lips without asking for entrance, which wasn't necessary anyway. His wet muscle found your own, stroking it experienced, playing with it with the time of the world, no rush, no hunger. Only the sensation and passion that was enough to make you squirm, mewls that wanted to be freed muffled by his lips while exchanging a heated kiss.

Yoongi then parted from you with a 'pop', your eyes still closed, not daring to open them without a command from the man who made your heart almost jump out of your chest. A silent moment later you felt his lips on yours again, more passionate this time, moving faster, harder on yours. Kinda pressing down without hurting you, but hard enough to suffocate from his lips, no air to breathe. But who needed to breathe if all you needed was kissing the man you developed forbidden feelings for? Tasting him, feeling the softness of his mouth on yours, exchanging a lustful wave of kisses that weren't allowed to be shared?

The time stood still while you two lost yourselves into the kiss, his hands wandering over your body, yours now grabbing his hair, pulling at the strands whereas your hips thrust up to rub over his bulge. Moans were muffled, his grunts lost inside your mouth whilst his tongue discovered your wet cave.

Never have you expected him to give you what you asked for, kissing you out of his own way. Maybe it was all just because you had asked him previously and he wanted to make up for what he did, but it was worth both ways.

After a while his hands were down your stomach, sneaking their way between your legs to stroke over your clit, rubbing it in circles wherefore you began to pant, his lips slowly parting to look into your face. His cheeks were flushed, ears red and lips swollen while you opened your eyes the first time after what felt like hours. Your own face was a shade darker, your lower lip pulled between your teeth.

“Don't ever say that you're just with me because I want you to be here. Be here because you want it, too”, Yoongi whispered, his chest heaving as he throw his legs over your body down the bed. He freed himself from his jeans before hovering over you again. “And don't forget. Only tonight..”

“Y-yes”, your voice betrayed you, telling him how excited, happy and turned on you were from the kissing. How he turned your insides upside down, how he made your head spin. But you didn't care, the moment way too beautiful to feel shame for what you were feeling.

His cock was only covered by his tight, white boxers, pressing down on your spread legs, circling over your core with his hips. “Now tell me what you want.”

Smiling up to him you were confident to ask him to kiss you again, and so he did. Yoongi didn't even hesitate to lean down and brush his lips against yours, licking a stripe over your lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling at it. Moans left your parted lips at his action, filling the air around you until he silenced them with his lips again.

“Y-Yoongi?”, you asked weakly, pushing him off of you. “I can't wait any longer..” You looked between your bodies down to where your cores met, gulping loudly, but ere you could ask anything else you were flipped around, his body pressed against yours from behind.

“I'll take the lead now, babygirl”, he growled into your ear, biting down on your neck. “I've planned something new for tonight”, you could hear the smirk on his lips while his hands wandered down your back, laying flat on your ass. Like he usually did he smacked your wobbling flesh, massaging it before another harder smack followed the other until you had to grab the sheets, crying into the mattress below you. You loved the way he treated you, his kisses giving you highs, but if he started to be rougher then it was your time to shine.

“Ass up, babygirl”, Yoongi slid down your body, his lips brushing over the skin he passed, over your back, leaving a wet trail all over your skin until he was positioned between your legs right in front of your bare heat. You obeyed after he found a way to sit comfortably on his knees, his fingers stroking over your ass, hitting it with the back of his hand as to why your ass perked up. “You love to be hit, don't you?”

Humming you tried to spread your legs with your ass up, but Yoongi's hands gripped on your ankles to shove them back together. You protested, but a loud and harsh hit stopped you, your back aching at the stinging pain. “Answer me, babygirl”, despite the petname was his voice commanding, harshly demanding you to speak up, responding to his questions.

“I l-love it if you hit me. Hard”, you moaned, a muffled noise by the sudden sensation of another merciless sting caused by the back of his hand. You bet that the spot was bright red, maybe had the outline of his hand, but it was all you needed. It turned you on, and after he finally did what you desperately wished for, you didn't care how hard and violent the treatment turned out to be, you were high from his lips, ready to take everything he offered and wanted from you that night.

“That's what I want to hear”, Yoongi caressed the spot he violated only to give it a lot lighter blow of his hand. Biting your inner cheeks you repressed the loud cry that dared to build in your throat.

“Touch me..I can't handle it anymore”, you whined, wanting to feel anything. “Yoongi..”

Another guttural, carnal sound echoed from the walls, a heavy reaction of the man who was in charge hearing his name moaned from your weak voice, needy and craving.

“Touch you? How?”

You threw him an impatient glance over your shoulder, telling him he shouldn't tease with your eyes as to why Yoongi chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his bare chest. “I don't care what you use, but do me!”

“What a lewd way of telling me to fill you, babygirl. With what? My fingers?”, he chuckled again, his warm fingertips slowly darting over your folds, immediately soaked by your arousal. “Fuck, babygirl, what's this?”

His hand shot over your shoulder, showing your how damn wet his finger glistered in the dimmed light of his bedroom. Grinning you stuck out your tongue to lick over his fingertips, the man behind you roaring at your action. Without warning he shoved them into your mouth with the words: “Wanna lick them clean or why do you use your tongue?”

Shaking your head you hollowed out your cheeks, turning the guy behind you on more than you intended in the first place. He grabbed your hair, pulling it hence your head was turned upwards, his fingers out your mouth he slapped your cheek. His cock was pressed down on your ass while he leaned forward to wrap his hand around your throat.

“Stop that, babygirl. I wanna pleasure you, but you make it difficult to do that properly”, his voice sounded raspy as it quietly said those words, his hands loosening to get back to his previous position in front of your ass. “Where were we? Ah, yes, I asked you how you want to be touched. I guess my fingers weren't worth an answer”, he shook his head, your own down on the mattress again, moaning at his words. “What about my dick, hm? Sounds good, don't you think?”

You immediately agreed, a stretched sound of a 'yes' as he pulled out his cock to let it slide over your folds up to your sensitive rose. You whimpered, trying to crawl further up, but his hands grabbed your hips to pull them back, a lot harsher than it ought to.

“What was that? You make your daddy quite angry here, babygirl”, Yoongi growled again, his hands holding you in a bruising manner. Then he parted from your core, his cock back at its place whilst a hand that groped your hip did what you never expected. He slapped your folds hardly, the pressure you felt from his little torture slowly springing free. “What a nasty sound. Let's hear it again”, he hummed as his hand reached down again, slick and loud from the heaviness of his hit on your pussy. Whining you arched your back, your head falling back with a deafening mewl. How could something like this turn you on so fucking much?

“D-do it again”, your voice was a whiff, weak wherefore Yoongi only scoffed, telling you to better say it properly. “Hit me, Yoongi. Slap my pussy again.”

“That's my girl”, he declared proudly, taking in the view of your overflowing, pink heat before his fingers slapped over it again.

Panting you felt how sweat formed on your body, your hair sticking to your face. Your eyes were closed, concentrating not to jump up to ride him immediately.

“Unfortunately all my toys are downstairs, so last option”, Yoongi's husky words let your hair stand straight, the thought alone made your pussy contradict around nothing. At first you felt his breath on your heat, blowing a gust of warm air on your drenched folds, then his pink, hearty lips on your ass where they left a trail of hot, wet kisses down to where you needed them the most. His tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe over your pink lips, tasting you, taking in the fluids that dared to run down your leg. You couldn't deny that this was the second most arousing action he had ever gifted you with, his hot muscle doing wonders as it dug into you. In a rather slow pace he started to push it through your folds, deeper inside you until his nose met the curve over your heat.

“F-fuck..”, you cried aloud, followed by a shiver running down your spine.

Slurping sounds answered you as Yoongi's tongue slid in and out, his lips kissing yours. He used a finger to rub over your clit, the ultimate sensation you needed to come if he let you. With a lot more pressure he started to circle around your bundle of nerves, showing you his tongue technology at the same time. It didn't take you long to tighten around his wet muscle, your hands frantically holding onto the sheets as you felt your orgasm approach. Thanks to his previous touches you came fast and hard, his tongue buried inside you as you cried out his name, his fingers pressing as hard as they could on your clit, chasing the high with you.

“You came so hard”, Yoongi's face was coated in your climax, your juices spilling from his lips as he separated his face from your shaking body, your pussy wet and hot from your orgasm. “Look what you've done to me.”

Trembling you tried to look over your shoulder, the view he granted you with arousing you a second time. Yoongi's lips were swollen, a glistering, slick liquid spilling from his lips down his chin while his boxers showed a streak of precum that formed at the angry tip of his cock, pulsating behind the white fabric of his boxers. His hair was a mess and skin flushed wherefore you tried to stand up to turn around. Shaking from your high you finally did it, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down over you.

“Fuck me”, you moaned as loud as you could, your legs wrapping around his hips to feel his still dressed, throbbing cock on your heat.

“Say it again”, was all he said, pulling the soaked boxers from his cock that sprung free, throwing it down next to his bed, laying on your heat to rub over your clit and folds.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips suggestively. “Min Yoongi, fuck me. Now.”

The rattlesnake in his chest was back as he leaned down to press his juicy lips on yours so you could taste yourself on them, licking over his lips several times to take in all of your orgasm's remains. As you did Yoongi positioned himself right before your entrance, pushing his cock into you without warning. He slid right in, your high perfect lubrication for the both of you wherefore he didn't even need to wait to thrust into you in a fast, hard pace. Overstimulation from the friction which was provided by his continuously fast thrusts drove you crazy, your head thrown from side to side, back arched while Yoongi's hisses took overhand over your own loud cries.

“Fuck, god damn, babygirl”, he grunted, his face contoured in pleasure, brows furrowed causing a small indentation to appear between his eyes which roamed over your bouncing breasts down where his cock was buried between your thighs. “I can't hold b-back.”

Gasping he sped up, his hips hitting you harder by the second ere his thrusts got uncontrolled, sloppy circling into you. His hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing them tightly before he thrust into you one last time, a feral groan echoing through the apartment. Yoongi remained deep inside your folds as his seeds shot through you, coating your shaking walls with his sticky semen. You were surprised that he leaned further down, his lips meeting yours, muffling his..moans. Wrapping your arms around his neck to stroke over his scalp you deepened the kiss, moving your lips on his through the time his climax shook him. Tensing his muscles he parted from your mouth, peppering one last kiss on them before he collapsed onto your body, sweat mixing into yours. The sex was intense tonight, not as rough as it used to be, caused by his guilty conscience and the urge to make you feel comfortable around him again. And it worked way too well for your liking, the strange pounding of your heart keeping you alert.

Yoongi and you stayed in this position longer than necessary, but no one dared to move first, his cock still between your folds, soft by the time your boss and sugar daddy straightened himself, pulling out of you to fall onto the mattress beside you. His body was tinged in sweat, bangs sticking to his forehead and eyes half closed. He had a blissful expression on his features, his lips pursed into a faint smile.

You on the other side chewed on your bottom rim, lost in thoughts while drawing circles on the man's chest. What happened tonight was too much to think about for you, your mind clouded with pictures of Yoongi's perfectly shaped lips on your own, his tongue in your mouth.. There wasn't a thing that could destroy the memory of it, not even the tiny voice that shouted at you from a distance. You're doomed, y/n. That feeling is called-

“You can take a shower in the bathroom right next to the bedroom”, Yoongi's voice interrupted the voice in your head that currently wanted to spill the details about your feelings for the man next to you who faintly grinned at you. “Take this.”

He handed you a t-shirt that he snatched from a chair beside his bed, nodding as you questioningly looked at him. You should wear his shirt? For real? Shyly you took it to throw over your head, searching for your thong.

“You can sleep here if you want”, another unbelievable sentence fell from his lips, letting your jaw drop. You were allowed to stay over? Sleep in the master's bed while he's around? This night was full of surprises!

Nodding you walked out of the room hastily, running from the man in the bed with red ears and an extremely loud heartbeat.

Yoongi stared at your back, your ass barely covered by the big shirt he lent you as you rushed out of his bedroom with blushing cheeks. A low chuckle escaped him, his thoughts turning back and forth before they landed on you, as always. Whatever you did with your foul mouth, your perfect curves and those sweet smiles, he obeyed you like a puppy although you might not fathom it. You were all he wished for, had ever wished for and now he couldn't have you. Of course, your body was his, but there was more in your eyes when you met his gaze. A sparkle, tenderness and hunger which resulted in a feeling he couldn't answer. Not after tonight.

Sighing his head fell back on the mattress below him, his hands rubbing over his burning face in a nervous, frustrated manner. What had he done. It was wrong, so so wrong, but felt too good. Your warm lips, tasting the sweetest that had ever laid on his tongue..both your pretty mouth and your leaking pussy had him almost coming without being touched..But why had he done it? Because of your pleading? As if. Because his heart beat uneven when you were around? Of course not, never. The tiny bubbles popping down his stomach? Fuck no. Because of the way you degraded yourself in front of him? Telling him you were nothing more than a piece of meat he could have his fun with? Exactly..right?

“Fuck!”

His mind was a mess as Yoongi wriggled himself out of bed to grab his laptop, the black frame of his glasses put on his perfectly shaped nose. He couldn't risk letting you go anymore, at least not as long as the agreement connected you two physically, because he knew if any other man would see how wonderful your body was you would be gone. Yoongi couldn't give you what you wanted, he knew it, but he wouldn't let you go without a fight wherefore his fingers flew over the keyboard, looking for an apartment close to the main house Jimin and he would move in in the next weeks. But it was useless, the rents of the flats around way too expensive for you to pay with your low wage. Cursing he scrolled through several websites, but there was nothing that suited you and furthermore his own taste.

There was only one way to keep you close and his dick buried in your hot, slick folds. You had to move in. Not because of a single spark of a feeling he desperately tried to repress, most definitely not. Right? White roses, no red ones!

Determined to offer you to move in with the condition of a temporary solution for his sexual needs which would suffer from the upcoming meetings, the trips abroad and late night sessions on his desk inside the company for a long time. Chewing on his pink, still coated bottom lip Yoongi's digits worked hastily to write an e-mail to Mr. Kim who would initiate your change of house from tomorrow onwards. He couldn't even end the mail as your small figure danced light-footed back to his side, your warm smile the cause of the knot forming in his throat.

After coming back you found Yoongi sitting naked on his bed, the typical metal case in his lap, typing with skilful fingers into the keyboard. At the groaning sound falling from your lips he looked up, his black glasses sliding down his nose. The familiar mocking glance laying on your body while his brows cocked up, disinterest lacing his brown orbs.

“What?”

“Work again?”

He shrugged his bare shoulders, adjusting the frame while shutting down the laptop. “To be honest, no it wasn't work.”

Shaking your messy head you giggled, climbing back to the man's side where you snuggled up close to his body. Your hand traced over his stomach up to his chest with a faint, comfortable smile turning your edges up. He felt as soft and warm, the way you left him to take a shower. It was astonishing to lay next to the man you admired, his flawless skin smooth under your touch as your cheek met his chest. Tonight you wouldn't miss out on anything, if he hated it or not.

“Y/n?”, suddenly his voice filled the silence, nervous and loud, disturbing your daydream.

You tilted your head whereas sitting up, curious what caused the changed in tone. With gentle fingers you circled his chest again, looking him in his pretty, pale face to see that he chewed on his lower lip, turning a shade darker.

“I won't be having much time for you the next months. My company has a lot in progress, a big fish hooked”, he sounded monotone, not even looking at you. A very long silence followed where Yoongi stared into a distance you couldn't see, but you waited for what he wanted to tell you, smiling up at him with fearful excitement. The words forming on your favourite lips shook you, your eyes getting wider.

“Move in.”

Thirst woke you that night, your body pressed down by a heavy weight on your waist holding you where you were. With delicate fingers you lifted the pale arm off of your skin, Yoongi's skin burning on yours after another heated round of rough sex.

Tiptoeing you silently walked down the dark corridor, your body covered by his shirt while your mind was still wide awake after what he had offered you a couple of hours ago.

Min Yoongi had seriously asked you to move in with him, paying your rent for you as long as you stayed with him. Surely it was only to give him his toy's body when he felt stressed, frustrated or wanted to fuck, but the question itself made you beam. You would really move into his house (well, with his annoying brother, but anyway). Biting furiously on your inner cheek you repressed a joyful cry while dancing through the darkness towards the kitchen whereas you found the lost parts of your clothes, not caring to pick them up at all. Humming a sweet melody you opened the fridge, rummaging until you found what you were looking for, deliciously sipping on the bitter juice with swinging hips, the melody in your head your rhythm.

No man spun your head like Yoongi did, his kisses, his touches and now his offer..what a perfect night! The thoughts of him 'cheating' long forgotten, replaced by the sweetness of a feeling you weren't allowed to show, ever.

With a loud 'pop' you let the package drop back to its place, almost closing the fridge as hands grabbed your waist from behind, pulling you close with a certain roughness you were used to, the spots where his fingers dug into your skin already bruised as to why you yelped. He sensed your pain, soothing it with soft strokes, Yoongi's hand feeling different while you leaned your head against his naked shoulder, still humming the melody roaming your mind. Yoongi didn't say a word as his one hand slid down to your ass, smacking the still aching spots he had violated in the second round of the night before his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against his core where you met his erect cock, rubbing your bare flesh against it.

“Don't you think that's kinda cheating?”

Freezing you looked down where the arm surrounded your upper body, the tiny light of the fridge providing the only light in the kitchen tinging the skin in a way darker color than it actually was. You should've recognized him immediately, too high from Yoongi's words who still lay deep asleep upstairs, curled up on his side, blind to the far more muscular body leaning into yours, the rings covered fingers cold on your ass. And the scent. Damn, why didn't you pay attention from the beginning?

“Let me the fuck go, you pervert!”, your voice was a sharp whisper, cutting the sexual air in one go.

A deep chuckle resonating from behind you the arm and hand were gone as to why you pulled down your shirt, closing the fridge and turning furiously mad around to face a mischievous grinning Jimin. “Dress properly, god damn.”

Your hand covered your eyes hastily, Jimin's low laughter filling the room. He was naked, from top to toe, his prominent dick straight pointing at you. How could you recognize him as Yoongi if he was everything but the man you have fallen for?

“Who is standing in front of me, swinging her hips in nothing but a shirt? You're not even wearing panties, y/n”, Jimin crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen's island with spread legs. “As if Miss Innocent never saw a naked man.”

Gritting your teeth you let the hand drop, trying to sneak past your lover's brother, but his hand enclosed around your upper arm, his eyes lingering on your body. Confusion and ultimate embarrassment traced your features, your hands holding your shirt at its place.

“What now?”, you sounded annoyed, the awkwardness you felt vanishing as Jimin's eyes crinkled from brightly smiling at you.

“I just want to have a talk with you”, he shrugged his naked, toned shoulders, his smile not leaving his plump lips as he let go of your arm.

“Sure, like this, right? Grabbing my fucking ass? You must be kidding”, you furrowed your brows, shaking your head. “Try again next time.”

“Tomorrow after breakfast.”

“What?”, annoyed you turned around again. Even now Jimin didn't even try to hide what he carried, his arms casually spread on the island. Sighing you swore you wouldn't be stopped again as you rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Yoongi's cheeky little brother behind, but despite your recently made promise your limbs got paralysed.

“Ana almost caught you fucking my brother”, Jimin chirped, your body halfway down the black corridor. Tardy footsteps followed his words as if he knew that they got you. “Y/n, you move your hips so damn well.. and those cute mewls”, he chuckled, his bare, toned body beside yours, leaning down to place his chin on your shoulder, his plump, pink lips nearly touching your ear. “Better be grateful that I closed the door before she could see, but your moans were too loud, y/n. Ana almost couldn't concentrate..and neither could I. How can someone like you be that hot? And your ass”, he hummed, his cock giving off a slick sound as his hand began to stroke it. “Run, y/n.”

You wouldn't be told twice as you took your legs into your hands and ran down the hall towards the stairs, Jimin's heat following you a lot slower. Back inside Yoongi's bedroom you felt safe, hearing footsteps walking casually down the floor, a deep chuckle and then a door falling into its lock.

Heavily breathing you climbed back into the bed next to the man who you thought was behind you down in the kitchen, feeling shame to be touched by his brother's hands. The tingling feeling and wetness between your legs ignoring, although you were seemingly turned on from someone who wasn't the man who should be the only one able to do it.

“Y-y/n?”, a groggy, raspy voice whispered your name, a hand caressing your thigh. “Everything's fine?”

“Huh?”, you asked perplexed, laying down beside Yoongi, taking his hand to place it on your stomach. “Y-yeah, all fine..”

Grunting Yoongi let his head fall back on his pillow, his messy hair standing in all direction while his warm fingers stroked small circles on your belly, a lovely, soft action you've never expected from your boss and lead it back to his drowsiness.

Even as you tried to shake off the images from before, you couldn't let them go. Jimin's abs, his tanned body in general gifted by the gods..and his cock. Fuck, whenever you closed your eyes you saw it behind your lids, heard his low, husky voice close to your ear. Goosebumps formed on your arms thinking about it, a reaction only the man beside you could elicit.

And you should move in with them? How would you survive with your sugar daddy constantly fucking you senseless and his brother mocking you, playing with your sensitive nerves? There was only one way to get your mind off of Jimin's impenetrable charms.

“Yoongi?”, you sneakily kissed a path from his jaw down his neck towards his chest, leaving wet marks on the way until you reached your destination.

Jimin sat on his bed a long time, the woman in his bed snoring like hell wherefore he hadn't a choice but to listen to your voice. His cock still erect he silently bumped it, biting his pink lower lip not to make a sound. Damn..

After coming in he was sure his brother and you would still be talking, or at least quietly fucking in his room like Yoongi used to, the girls mostly shy and reluctant with him, but what he witnessed wasn't what he expected as he invited the woman he had a date with over to fuck. Slowly they went up the stairs, Ana's hands already eagerly unbuttoning her complicated dress. Jimin was proud to take a woman home after a long time, his dick twitching from thinking about a heated night, but then he heard it. Low grunts, the lewd sound of someone's hand smacking on another ones skin and those utterly sweet, feminine mewls from a woman's lips whose voice he recognized as yours. A rather loud growl escaped him, the woman next to him thinking it was because of her, which was most certainly not the case. He then told her to stay where she stood, waiting for him to come back to the place on the stairs as he rushed down the hall, the door to his brother's private room opened a larger crack.

You sat on Yoongi's lap, your ass perked up high while riding him with experienced hips. Your ass was round, curves perfectly shaped while you moved them in a circling motion, your moans echoing through the entire apartment. Jimin had to gulp, his cock feeling too damn tight under his dark pants, his hand stroking over the dressed, pulsating bulge while peeping on your body. Fuck what a lucky bastard his brother was to have his own little slut riding him how he wanted. As Yoongi's pale, large hand grabbed your ass, hitting an already beaming red spot he knew that Jimin should close the door before exploding.

“Your brother is able to fuck someone?”, the woman behind him giggled, but Jimin wasn't like joking.

“He fucking is..damn”, was all he announced, furiously turning around to pull Ana with him.

Now he sat on the edge of his bed like a little boy, listening to a second or third round of you two, your fucking loud cries driving him over the edge, his cum spilling over his chest, spurts flowing down his fingers. Exhaling extremely loud he saw what he had done. Jerking off to his brother's toy's moans, picturing himself in Yoongi's position he was disgusted with himself, wiping his sticky release on the woman's leg next to him who just snorted.

Damn, why was his brother always getting the good things in life? Jimin wasn't wicked or greedy to get what his brother possessed, but right now his mind was occupied by you. Yoongi always got his hands on the good stuff while he was removed from everybody's sight and forced to stay abroad for years hence he tried to follow his brother's way of living. Ah, yes, he loved his older sibling, but there were times where Jimin just wanted to live on his heart's content. And this time started now.

Your cheeky foul mouth making him grin, your body obviously arousing him to the point he got himself off while another woman could do this task easily, a mean, unforgivable thought shoved itself in the front of his mind.

He wanted you, no matter how high the price.