#bts smut os

[taevbears]

Movie Night

When horror movies don't scare you anymore, your boyfriend wants to figure out what you are afraid of.

⤑ pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader (feat. the Daegu boys) ⤑ genre: horror, mystery, suspense, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.1k ⤑ warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, depictions of kidnapping, torture, and multiple murders, hidden camera, non-explicit sex, a bit of angst, open ending. this fic gets pretty dark, so please be cautious of the warnings! ⤑ note: happy halloween! this started as a little spooky shower thought i had a little over a month ago and became this lol. i love reading scary stories, but lmao, i feel like i'm not very good at writing them. thank you @angelicyoongie for assuring me that this isn't as terrible as i think it is. also please note that this is a work of fiction and i don't think IRL jungkook is like the character in this fic at all

“No, please! Don’t hurt me!”

The shadow of a muscular, male figure looms over the female protagonist. His breaths are heavy from chasing her around, barely visible against the chilly, October air. Finally, he has her cornered. He holds up a sharp knife in the air.

The woman trembles on the ground, sobbing and pleading for her life to be spared. Mascara runs down her cheeks, and a look of hopelessness and despair fills her eyes. She holds her hands in front of her in a feeble attempt to defend herself.

The camera pans away as the killer violently stabs the woman. Her terrifying screams of pain and anguish echoes from the TV screen as fake blood splatters on the wall.

Blue and white light bathes over you and your date in the dim living room. You try to suppress a long yawn with the back of your hand.

You’re so bored, you’re practically in tears.

“You didn’t like it?” Jungkook asks you, chuckling at your reaction.

“It didn’t scare me,” you admit sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

You love horror movies. It’s what inspired you to become a film student. You love being on the edge of your seat from the thrill and suspense that the main character acts out. You love being genuinely shocked from unexpected twists and jump-scares. You love a good ghost story that haunts you long after the credits roll, or the paranoia of a similar terrifying incident happening to you.

But perhaps, over time, they’ve lost a bit of their magic.

Although the production of movies has become phenomenal in recent years, movies these days seem to rely too heavily on shock value and nostalgia. Once popular franchises are milking out their legacies to a newer audience. There are so many retellings of the same, old stories that you can already accurately predict what will happen before you reach the ending. Even some of the most climactic scenes of the movie are so over-the-top, they’re almost comical.

Honestly, it has nothing to do with your date or even the so-called horror movie itself. You just don’t scare as easily anymore.

Jungkook peers are you curiously, a boyish grin on his face. “Then, what are you scared of?”

“I don’t know. Probably nothing.”

“Yeah? That’s a bold statement.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

Jungkook laughs. “You have to be scared of something.”

You throw the question back at him. “Then, what are you afraid of?”

He thinks about it, rubbing his chin in thought and pushing his tongue against the lip rings on his mouth. Then, he meets your gaze. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at you. “Hmm, I think I’d be scared to lose you.”

You find yourself smiling back at him.

“You’re so sweet, Kook,” you tell him, leaning over to kiss him.

Only recently, you and Jungkook started dating officially, and you really like him a lot. He’s very cute, funny, handsome, and perfect in many ways. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you’re around him, and there’s still that exciting giddiness and eagerness of new love whenever he messages you or visits you in the evening.

In some ways, Jungkook is almost too good to be true.

Part of you wonders if there’s a catch.

But with his lips on yours, it’s easy to push that thought aside.

Credits roll on the screen as the movie comes to an end. His fingers glide up your thigh as yours tangle into his hair. The cool piercing on his lips presses against your bottom lip as he slips his tongue in your mouth, and a soft moan escapes you.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away and faces the TV. He uses the remote to tap out of the movie credits and browse through the list of recommended shows on your streaming service. Casually, trying to hide a teasing smirk, he asks, “How about we watch a different movie, then?”

You stare back at him, a bit stunned and flustered. But your own smile touches your lips.

“Or,” you suggest, grabbing his wrist to lower the remote. He turns away from the screen to look at you, eyes lingering on the sultry smile on your lips. “I know something else we can do instead.”

When you first saw Jungkook, you thought you were being catfished.

His selfie on the dating app included a slight head tilt, a pucker of his pierced lips, and a peace sign. Big, doe-shaped eyes stared back at you from your phone screen, and you noticed the tiny moles below his lip, on the tip of his nose, and on his cheek.

The second picture was of him and his brown doberman, affectionately named Bam. The picture was taken of them outside. One of his hands was holding a tennis ball and the other was gently touching the dog’s long ears. A small, fond smile tugged on your lips when you looked between them and realized that they kind of looked alike.

The third picture was him at the gym. It was a back-shot where he was using the equipment. Broad shoulders, buff arms and back, a tiny waist. You stared way too long at his strong muscles and the ink on his arm before you finally swiped right.

Turned out, much to your surprise, he liked your pictures too. The two of you were a match.

And it wasn’t long until he sent his first message to you. In your inbox, a simple: “hey :)”

On your first date, the two of you agreed to meet at a very public, very crowded bistro. You stood nervously by the building, dressed nice for the occasion. And in case anything went wrong or if this Jungkook guy wasn’t who you expected him to be, you shared your location and had a “send help lol” message on standby for your bestie, Min Yoongi.

As you waited, scrolling through and jumping around different apps on your phone, you found yourself to be surprised yet again.

Someone who looked like the guy you’ve been chatting with called out your name. And soon, he was standing in front of you: big eyes, bigger muscles, tiny beauty marks on his face, colorful ink on his arm, a charming smile, and a simple, “Hey, I’m Jungkook.”

One date turned to a second date. Then, a third. And by the fourth date, as he laid in your bed that night and snuggled close to you, it finally started to sink in that Jungkook wasn’t some figment of your imagination.

He was real, and sweet, and seemed to really like you as well.

Jungkook, like you, had an interest in filming. He especially liked editing videos for his dance challenges, short clips, and a series he called “Golden Closet Film” on his channel. While you imagined yourself to be a big director, working in movie sets, and making scripts come to life with your vision, Jungkook told you he’d like to film a project where you’re the star.

“I don’t think I’m on-screen material,” you replied, amused by the idea. You’re not an actress. You don’t think you have the kind of beauty filmmakers seek out for their lead roles. Hell, if anything, Jungkook would be a better fit for an acting gig.

“You are,” he insisted, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. “To me, you’re perfect.”

You smiled at him then, your heart fluttering by his words. “You are to me, too.”

It was shortly after that conversation when you both decided to date each other exclusively. And it felt like the kind of romance you’d see in the movies. Picture perfect, a little corny at times, and a thrilling whirlwind of laughter, teasing remarks, and intimate touches.

“Am I who you thought I’d be?” Jungkook asks you the next morning after the movie-night bust, propping himself up on the side and peering down on you. His arm flexes, colorful ink decorating it, as the thick comforter wraps around his bare body.

“No,” you confessed, still a bit tired from last night. You keep your eyes closed as you quietly murmur, “You’re even better.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t need to open your eyes to see the pleased look on his face. As you feel him press his lips against your cheek, you ask, “What about me? Am I who you thought I’d be?”

Had you opened your eyes then, perhaps you would’ve seen it. The blank look on his face as he pulls away from you, how the light in his eyes suddenly seems to vanish, as if he isn’t really looking at you anymore.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you right away. When you open your eyes, you see him shaking his head. The same, sweet boyish smile appears on his lips.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

The topic about exes inevitably came up early on in your relationship with Jungkook. You’ve dated casually before. Even thought you’d be getting somewhere with some of the guys you were talking to.

But none of them quite compared to Kim Taehyung.

You were a film student. He was a photography major. The two of you were bound to end up in some of the same classes together in the art division.

To you, it was love at first sight. You fell for him so hard and so fast.

What started as bumping into each other at the library and helping each other with assignments led to making out at each other’s dorms with the text books left unopened. Coffee dates between classes became anniversary dinners at nice restaurants. He introduced you to his parents, and you proposed going on a romantic getaway together.

The day you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone else was when he snapped a photo of you looking out at the scenery during that weekend trip. It was just you and him, and a natural setting that looked straight out of a movie.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the picture through his camera. That day, he called you his muse.

And in return, you told him that you loved him.

When you fell for Taehyung, you fell hard and fast. Eventually, it occurred to you that Taehyung didn’t do the same.

Sure, he cared about you. Sure, he loved you. But while you heard wedding bells and dreamed about your future with him, Taehyung was just starting to put himself out there in the world. His art was being recognized, and he was getting booked to shoot at weddings, parties, and other big events every week.

Soon, the dates happened less frequently. The romantic gestures of bringing you flowers, surprising you on nice dates or small gifts, or even renting your favorite movies to watch together happened even less. He would promise that he’d make it to a party or an important event to you, just to let you down. And it felt like him giving you a bit of affection or attention was a chore.

Taehyung was the world to you, but the petty arguments and the distance that started growing between you two made it clear to you where his priorities were. And it wasn’t with you.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you had to do. Both of you knew it was coming. It was just a matter of who broke up with who first.

Just as Taehyung came into your life, quickly and effortlessly, he was gone. Nothing but bittersweet memories of what once was and what could have been weighed heavily on you for months.

What made it worse was that Taehyung, a man you loved with all your heart, had moved on from you so fast and so easily.

You saw him and his new girlfriend at a mutual friend’s party. You were warned that he’d be there, that he was already seeing someone. But it still hurt like hell to see him happy and in love with another person.

But if Taehyung could move on, so could you.

It felt weird at first, but you started to put yourself out there again. You joined dating apps. You went out with the people that fancied your interest. You met Jungkook.

And from there, everything was history.

With Jungkook, you started to think about Taehyung a lot less. The plaguing “what ifs” have quieted down, and the hurt from heartbreak began to heal. With Jungkook, you started to feel like yourself again: you started to smile more, laugh more loudly, enjoy watching movies again, became passionate about cinematic ideas you’d like to create one day.

With Jungkook, you’re also cautiously optimistic.

Because like Taehyung, you feel yourself falling hard and fast for Jungkook. It’s almost scary how truly perfect he is.

“I think you’re just psyching yourself out,” Yoongi tells you, sliding into the chair opposite of you with two cups of coffee in his hands. He smells like freshly-baked cookies. A spot of flour stains his apron as he uses his fifteen-minute break to hang out with you.

“Maybe,” you sigh, gratefully taking the drink he hands you. “What do you think about him?”

“Does my opinion even matter at this point? You’re in love with him,” he drawls before taking a sip of his Iced Americano.

“Of course it does, best friend. Why else would I keep you around?” you remark, taking a sip of your own drink. “Besides the free coffee and cookies. Thank you, by the way.”

He rolls his eyes. The perks of being friends with the cookie boy at your local bakery is a free cup of coffee and getting dibs on leftover treats that didn’t sell the day.

“He’s fine. Kind of annoying. A little too energetic,” he answers as his eyes flit toward the TV screen that his boss keeps on. A woman dressed in bright, business clothing holds a microphone as she reports on the recent news. There’s a grim look on her face.

You have your back turned to it, but you can hear Yoongi’s boss turning up the volume.

Breaking news. Missing woman found dead near home. The victim has succumbed to multiple stab wounds. It is believed that she has been kidnapped and tortured prior to her violent death. The attacker is currently unknown and still at large. Local authorities advise staying indoors and to please report any suspicious activity.

Your heart sinks as you look over your shoulder, seeing police taping off the crime scene and answering what they can to the news outlets. The location is so close to where you are.

“This is the second victim,” a customer mutters with a frown.

The person they’re with nods their head and asks, “Do you think they’re connected?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. We’ll have a serial killer in our hands.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls your attention. When you look at him, there’s concern on his face. “If you need a ride anywhere, make sure you call me. Doesn’t matter what time.”

“I’ll be okay, Yoongi. Jungkook usually comes to my place anyway.”

“Still. Just let me know that you’re still alive when I check in, all right?” he says as he stares at the screen. You don’t blame him for being worried. As you follow his gaze, you see a picture of the latest victim of the ongoing case that has the whole town on edge.

This woman, like the others, kind of looks like you.

“If you’re with me, you have nothing to worry about,” Jungkook assures you, throwing a tennis ball as Bam hurriedly chases after it. 

The two of you are at a park with his dobermann. Despite how scary it’s been lately with the news, it’s a nice day. Children are screaming and playing together on the playground as their parents watch them nearby. A group of teenage boys are playing basketball on the outdoor court. Middle-aged and elderly couples are paired up and are getting their daily steps in.

“My hero,” you joke half-heartedly, but you’re still a bit concerned. Yoongi being worried about you makes you feel paranoid.

Jungkook turns to you. He holds out his hand as Bam retrieves the ball and drops it for another throw. “I thought you weren't afraid of anything.”

“Movie-wise, I’m not. But this is different.”

Jungkook throws the slobbery ball again. Further this time as Bam barks happily and takes off. He takes a seat next to you on the park bench. “I can leave Bam with you when I have my evening shifts. He makes a good guard dog.”

He works as an editor and cameraman for a big content creator, which gives him lots of flexible hours to work on his projects when he isn’t busy filming. Since the beginning of autumn, his boss has been giving him evening work to film ghost-hunting videos and other spooky content for Halloween.

“That’ll be nice,” you reply with a small smile. The two of them have been coming to your place so often, it might as well be their second home.

From a short distance, Bam lies on the grass with the tennis ball by his paws. His tongue is out, needing a short break from running around, as he faces you and Jungkook. Even with other dogs and kids around, he’s very well-behaved.

Just as Jungkook tells you that he’ll get Bam, the sound of small, excited barks grab your attention. A familiar black and brown pomeranian approaches you like an old friend, wagging its tail and perking its ears up when it sees you.

Your heart nearly jumps when you recognize the dog.

“Tan!”

You know that voice. How could you not?

That deep, smooth baritone has haunted you for months.

Taehyung, your ex-boyfriend, stops in his tracks when he realizes why his pomeranian took off. The two of you were still together when he adopted Yeontan, and you were there to help raise him when he was still a puppy.

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, drawing your attention back to him. He reaches out to pet Yeontan, but the pomeranian growls at him. Almost like he wants to protect you from him.

“Sorry, he’s mine,” Taehyung apologizes, stepping closer to you two and picking his dog up. He looks at you as he tries to soothe the agitated Yeontan in his arms. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” you reply politely. Old feelings start to pull on your heart strings that you fervently try to ignore. “I’m good.”

“You look good,” Taehyung starts, but then he purses his lips in regret. It’s obvious that he’s nervous to talk to you. Maybe he feels the same as you.

Softly, you reply, “You do, too.”

“Who’s this?” Jungkook repeats. This time, there’s an annoyed look on his face as he stares at Taehyung. 

It puts you off a bit. Jungkook is usually a friendly guy.

“Oh, this is Taehyung. We used to date,” you tell him honestly. Though, the information seems to just annoy him more. “Taehyung, this is—”

“I’m Jungkook. She’s my girlfriend now.”

His arm snakes around you possessively. He holds a steady gaze, but it’s a look you’ve never seen on him before. Dark, threatening, and angry. It’s almost unnerving.

“I see…” Taehyung trails off as his gaze shifts toward him. Yeontan is still in his arms, growling and barking at Jungkook. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the pup so aggressive toward someone. Even Bam comes over, ditching his ball to guard over you and Jungkook.

“It was nice to see you, Taehyung,” you tell him, sensing the tension in the air and deciding to cut things off. He seems reluctant to leave.

“Yeah…” he continues to trail off, finally pulling his gaze away to look at you. It looks like there’s a million things he wants to say to you. In a lower tone, he tells you, “My number is still the same. If you ever want to talk.”

You frown. After the breakup, you’ve deleted his number and unfollowed him on social media. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Then I’ll call you,” he promises, firm with his decision.

You don’t get it. You and Taehyung have run into each other after the breakup before, and he’s never had an issue with you dating anyone after him. He clearly has moved on, and so have you. 

Why now?

What is it about Jungkook that has him worried for you?

“I don’t like that guy.”

Jungkook is still heated as he drives you home. His grip is tight around the steering wheel, and the tires screech when he makes a sharp turn. Bam stumbles a bit in the back before sticking his head out the window again.

“Slow down, Kook. You have nothing to be worried about.”

The radio blasts in the car, too much in a rush to connect his playlist to the stereo. It’s playing the week’s top music, and a catchy song from a popular artist fills the car.

Curious, you open your phone and check your followers. You’ve unfollowed Taehyung a long time ago on all your social platforms, finding it hard to look at any of his recent pictures – even just his scenic photography – without thinking about how he had once called you his muse.

But Taehyung never unfollowed you. He had always kept his inbox open for you.

“Did you see the way he was looking at me? It’s like he was looking down on me,” he continues to rant, speeding over a yellow light. He glances over at you and sees that you’re distracted with your phone. “I don’t like how you were looking at him either.”

“Are you serious?” you ask, turning your attention to him. “We barely talked. What the hell are you trying to insinuate?”

On the radio, the program is interrupted. One of the hosts makes a grim announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, we just received unfortunate news that a third body has been found pertaining to a series of brutal deaths. 

“You still love him! You’ll go back and leave me again!” he suddenly snaps, throwing you off guard.

Silence follows the tension.

Then, you inquire, “Again?”

The third victim is a young female. Hair color and eye color match the previous victims as well, indicating that this might be a targeted attack by the killer.

Not once have you been unfaithful to Jungkook. Even when you were starting to message each other, you weren’t talking to anyone else. The two of you haven’t even been dating that long.

“Forget I said anything,” he starts with a frustrated sigh. But he realizes he’s fucked up.

“No, I’m not just going to forget it. What do you mean by that, Jungkook?”

As of now, authorities have no leads on a suspect. All victims have been kidnapped, tied up, and tortured prior to their deaths. We are led to believe that this is the work of a potential serial killer. 

He nearly slams to a stop. The seatbelt around you yanks you back from hitting the dashboard. Bam falls to the floor and you gasp as the back of your head hits your seat.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you, but for the first time, it feels like the rose-tinted glasses you have on him have fallen off. He’s always been perfect to you: sweet, athletic, talented, and kind. But the Jungkook before you is someone completely different.

This Jungkook scares you.

Stay inside. Lock your doors. Call the police if you see anything suspicious. Be safe out there, folks.

“I told you to forget about it, didn’t I?” he asks through gritted teeth and a harsh look in his eye.

You nod your head, hands trembling a bit as you hold onto your vibrating phone. The screen shows an unknown number trying to contact you.

“Is there a reason why your boyfriend called me?” Yoongi asks you from the other line. He has you on face-time, awkwardly propping up the camera to show his elbow as he mixes a batch of cookies.

It’s been about a week since you saw Jungkook.

After he dropped you off at home, he wanted to put it all behind him. He kissed you sweetly and murmured apologies for overreacting as his hands slipped under your shirt. But you sent him home before he could convince you to sleep with him. You were still upset about how hostile he was toward Taehyung, his accusations about you, and what his outburst meant.

That hasn’t stopped him from trying to get back to your good graces, though.

The number of missed calls from him keeps increasing by the hour. Ones that you leave unanswered or send straight to your voicemail. 

You don’t want to talk to him.

At your door, you hear him rapping his knuckles against the wooden frame and insistently ringing at your doorbell. From the other side of the door, he begs for a chance to explain. 

You don’t want to see him.

Clearly, after reaching you directly hasn’t worked, he’s starting to contact your friends.

“He’s probably trying to find me,” you tell Yoongi, poking at a bowl of fresh strawberries. You’re still dressed in your pajamas, sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter.

The sound of a small dog can be heard in the background of your line. It dawns on him that you’re not at your place or Jungkook’s.

Yoongi is silent for a moment. Then, he grabs the phone and asks, “What do you mean? Where are you?”

You don’t feel safe in your own home. And that day, while you were in Jungkook’s car, Taehyung called to check up on you. He was always good at reading people, and he warned you that he had a bad vibe about Jungkook.

And you’re starting to see what he meant.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

When you turn your phone, you reveal Taehyung busy in the kitchen, cutting off the crusts from his sandwiches. He looks over his shoulder and gives a sheepish smile at the scandalized expression on your best friend’s face. “Hey Yoongi.”

“Can you please explain what’s going on? Why are you at your ex’s?”

So, you do. You tell him that Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone, that you needed some space to cool off but he wouldn’t let you breathe. It was becoming overbearing and overwhelming.

Against your better judgment, you call Taehyung. He invites you to stay over at his place until you’re ready to talk things out with Jungkook. Because even if you’re not together, he still cares about you. Because a part of him will always love you. And at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

“I didn’t want to be alone, especially with a killer targeting women like me out there,” you explain quietly. It feels like the murders have increased in a shorter period of time. If the town wasn’t on edge before, they certainly are now. “But I was still mad at Jungkook, and he was starting to scare me.”

“So the first person you go to is your ex-boyfriend?”

“There’s nothing going on between us.”

That ship has sailed. You know it has when you walked in and saw his engagement pictures hanging on the wall.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I’m sure he would’ve figured out that I’d be with you,” you tell him with a frown.

“I just wanted to help her, hyung,” Taehyung adds as he stands behind you. “I worry about her too. That guy gives me and Tan a bad feeling.”

Yoongi sighs. “Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea either. You shouldn’t stay with Taehyung. It’ll just make things look a lot worse.”

“I guess you’re right,” you reluctantly agree. Taehyung grimaces, but he can see Yoongi’s point too.

“I’ll pick you up after my shift. You can stay with me until you’re ready to talk to Jungkook,” Yoongi tells you, looking rather serious. “Don’t do anything stupid in the meantime, okay?”

Hey. It’s Jungkook.

You stare at the message on your phone. Three dots that indicate that he’s typing something, but he keeps erasing and re-typing them again. As if he’s trying to properly convey his words.

Are we breaking up?

You stare at that message even longer. It feels childish to break up with him without trying to talk to him. For the first time in a week, you pick up your phone and type back.

You scared me, Kook.

His response is immediate.

I thought you weren’t scared of anything.

You huff when you realize he’s teasing you, even now.

Movie-wise, I’m not. But this. This is different, Kook. You were really scaring me.

Again, you see the dots appear and disappear before a handful of responses appear.

I know, babe. I’m sorry. Can you please come over? I want to show you something I’ve been working on.

You think about it.

I miss you. Bam misses you too.

Yoongi said not to do anything stupid.

Please, baby. We can just watch a movie, if you want.

But, like in every horror movie, the protagonist finds themselves making a plethora of stupid decisions.

Okay, Kook. I’ll come tonight.

Movie nights with Jungkook was one of the things you always looked forward to throughout the week. Nothing appealed to you more than a night-in with your boyfriend, food delivered at your door, and checking out new shows and movies.

You have your list of favorites, but nothing quite holds a place in your heart than a good ol’ horror movie. Tellings of urban legends, supernatural forces, paranormal activities, true crime, and slasher films. 

As you step into Jungkook’s house, it almost feels like you’re in one of those movies.

His place is dark, almost pitched black. You could barely see what’s in front of you.

“Come inside,” Jungkook says, grabbing your hand. He pulls you in and deadbolts the door behind you.

“It’s so dark,” you remark, gingerly stepping forward. You have a bad feeling about this. You almost pull back toward the door, thinking of waiting for Yoongi or going back to Taehyung instead.

But Jungkook has a firm grip on you. “I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”

“This is different, Kook,” you try to reason. “You’re really freaking me out.”

He pulls you further inside. In the living room, nothing but the TV is on. The screen is paused on a homemade film.

This must be the project that Jungkook is talking about.

Everything is set. The living room is clean, a bowl of popcorn and a couple bottles of alcohol sits on the coffee table, the lights are off, and the show is ready to play. He sits you down in the middle and keeps an arm around you.

“You know, when we met, you were exactly what I was looking for,” he starts as he presses play.

The tape shows you. Bam lying on your lap as you affectionately pet his face and kiss the top of his head. You, holding Jungkook’s hand and leading him down a busy sidewalk. You, in the kitchen, trying to swat his hand away as he steals your ingredients. You and Jungkook, peering into the camera lens, and your bashful face as he kisses your cheek. 

A smile tugs on your lips as you watch yourself on the screen. Jungkook leans over, copying his onscreen self and kisses your face.

One thing you liked about filming is seeing things from a different perspective. In this case, seeing yourself through Jungkook’s eyes. You look so happy, so incredibly in love with him.

Like with Taehyung, you fell for Jungkook hard and fast.

But Jungkook fell for you harder and faster.

Your smile fades as the next scene shows.

The camera points to the bed, and a couple walks in. It’s you and Jungkook, stumbling in together after drinks at a bar. You’re laughing and trying to wrap your arms around him as he leads you onto the bed. The kiss you share is messy, heated. You tug off his clothes to feel more of him.

You remember that night, but…

“Jungkook. When did you record this?”

You had no idea he was filming you then.

You don’t realize it then, but he makes eye contact with the camera, as if to check that it’s on. He maneuvers you to get a good angle of your body as you busy yourself with your own clothes, wanting him to touch you more as well.

“Jungkook, stop. I didn’t—” 

You feel so sick to your stomach.

“Don’t cry, baby. Here, I’ll fast-forward.”

But you don’t want to watch anymore. You want to leave. You shouldn’t have come here.

The screen shows you and Yoongi. The two of you are at the bakery he works at, and you’re wearing an old cardigan that you got rid of . You smile and eagerly reach for one of the coffees in his hands and take the bag of cookies he’s holding between his lips. He rolls his eyes at something you say before he takes his first sip of his Iced Americano. It’s a typical hangout between you and him.

It looks like it was taken across the street. Your heart plummets even further when you realize that the old cardigan you’re wearing was a piece of clothing you got rid of before you met Jungkook.

The scene changes. You’re sitting at the fountain at your university, looking over a script you wrote for an assignment. Taehyung comes to take a seat next to you. He greets you with a boxy smile and a kiss. The two of you were still dating at the time.

How long has Jungkook known about you?

How long has he been targeting you?

It’s you and Taehyung again. This time, it was filmed from the other night. When Taehyung came to pick you up from your house. He helps you carry some of your things into his car and hugs you when he sees the distressed look on your face. 

“Jungkook, what the fuck?”

It dawns on you that you don’t really know your boyfriend at all.

You try to stand up, but Jungkook has a firm hold on you. His grip tightens when you try to resist him, and his hand seizes your neck as he pushes you down. Your heart hammers against your ribs when you quickly realize you can’t escape him. Jungkook is much stronger and faster than you are.

More images flash through the screen. It’s Jungkook this time, taking a mirror-selfie of himself dressed in all black. He has his hood up and a Halloween mask covering his face. 

It cuts to his feet walking across the sidewalk. Carefully, the camera tilts up, showing that there’s a woman just ahead of him. She’s about your height, her hair the same as yours. She doesn’t notice him as she listens to music playing in her earbuds. 

The scene cuts again, and the same woman is bound and gagged on a chair. Fear shines through her eyes as a shadow of a knife reflects from her body. Behind the camera, Jungkook demands, “Say your line.”

He removes the gag from her mouth. Her voice pitches in a high shrill as she quickly says, “I-I love you. I won’t leave you.”

You recognize her as the latest victim of the latest killings.

And the realization hits you like a truck. Jungkook and his night shifts, the increasing deaths, his interest in filming, having you as the star.

“I practiced, you know. I’ll get it right this time,” he tells you, pulling out some rope he had hidden behind the cushion. You’re trembling as he wraps them tightly around your wrist. “I’ll make sure you don’t leave me again.”

“You’re so bad,” the Jungkook on the screen says, showing what looks like an abandoned warehouse. It’s dimly lit, but you can hear someone running from him. But he doesn’t seem worried, his heavy footsteps casually echo across the concrete. In his hand is a sharp and bloody knife. Mockingly, he asks, “Where did you think you’d go?”

The victim has been let go, but she isn’t free. Ahead, she finds herself cornered as Jungkook catches up to her. Terrified, she holds her hands out in front of her, as if that would stop him.

It’s like seeing your own fate on the screen.

The woman begs and screams before her blood splatters across the floor. You find yourself quoting her, staring up at his darkened eyes. “No, please. Don’t hurt me.”

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, staring right at you. His mouth twitches, fighting a smile. “I thought you liked horror movies.”

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[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : IV |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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« - Doctor Kim. »  

Taehyung straightens his gaze, a smile forming on his lips as he looks at the time on the big clock in the middle of the entrance hall, before joining Jungkook, who doesn't seem very happy about his lateness, and for that fair forgiven, the doctor has just kissed the lips of his new boyfriend, under the surprised gaze of the world around. But Taehyung couldn't care less. 

« - I've still got two files to take care of, and I'm all yours, I promise. 

- I promise. Good. All right, then. But make it quick, I'm not really patient. 

- Excuse me, but I think I've warned you. »  

A light laugh passes Jungkook's lips before a beep sounds and he watches the doctor disappear into his work area in a blink. Finally, three hours passed before Taehyung finally returned, no longer dressed in his scrubs, but in his civilian clothes, proving that the day was now over. A thin smile passed Jungkook's lips, before he gently kissed the doctor again, letting his frustration pass in the bite on the young doctor's lower lip. 

« - Outch! 

- Next time give me the right times, will you? So I don't sit around for hours waiting for my princess. 

- Princess? 

- Yes, Princess. I'm the prince, you're the princess. » 

Taehyung opened his mouth before simply smiling, taking the man's outstretched hand to follow him to Jungkook's luxury car, before looking at the man, still unaware of where Jungkook wanted to take him. A thin smile passed Jungkook's lips, as he drove off in silence, answering nothing to the doctor's silent question. Taehyung was finally tired enough to forget the road, closing his eyes against the window before simply drifting off to sleep. Since his internship, Dr. Kim had simply been able to sleep through an earthquake in South Korea. So he's quite surprised when a hand rests against his cheek, making him gently open his eyes, turning his head towards the businessman. 

« - You're really adorable when you sleep. 

- Where are we? 

- Surprise. »  

Taehyung got out of the car, following Jungkook in front of the luxurious house, obviously lost in the middle of an orange-scented pine forest, making him shiver. There weren't many pine trees like this in South Korea, and he wrinkles his nose in displeasure, looking at Jungkook who seems to be reading him like an open book, speaking before the doctor can. 

« - I'm one of the people who gives the most to your hospital, I just had to drop some little request to the director, to get him to cancel your weekend shift. 

- Are you kidding? 

Jungkook seems surprised by Taehyung's reaction, looking visibly annoyed by the information. 

- I thought it would make you happy. 

- Well, don't just think it, ask me next time. »  

Clearly beside himself, Taehyung bypassed his boyfriend, heading for the house he'd certainly rented for the weekend, waiting for Jungkook to come and open the door, only to be sulked like a child into the bedroom, leaving the poor man all alone in a luxurious living room, swearing at himself about this obviously bad idea. Still, he let Taehyung take a shower and relax, before entering the large room overlooking the forest, visibly calm for a rainy evening. 

« - I'm sorry, I should have told you before. I just thought you'd like a weekend away. 

- Don't... Just don't do it again, okay? My work is important. I can't afford not to do my job. 

- I won't. I promise. » 

Taehyung blows out a breath, smiling softly before looking at the younger man, Jungkook looks really sorry, so he comes over to reassure him that he obviously can't be angry with Jungkook, let alone when he's making that kind of really sad baby face. His lips meet Jungkook's, kissing softly at first before becoming more intimate, hotter. Taehyung quickly joins the bed, letting himself be completely dominated by Jungkook, their two bodies resting against each other, rubbing to build up the tension, before a squeak of pain passes Jungkook's lips, and Taehyung unhooks his legs from around Jungkook's hips to look at him rather worriedly. 

« - Did I hurt you? Are you alright? 

- I'm fine. Just... I'm fine. »  

Taehyung isn't so convinced, and gently pushes Jungkook away as he returns to kiss him, removing his top to look at what could have made him react like that, before pinching his bottom lip in front of the bandage, looking at a visibly ashamed Jungkook, trying to hide an obviously recent wound. 

« - Jungkook? 

- An accident, I tripped while cooking. Just a superficial wound that hasn't healed yet. 

- Shall I take a look? It could be more serious. 

- No, it couldn't. I've already had it checked out. Trust me, will you? »  

Jungkook's warm lips return to press against his, and despite the concern painted on his face, Taehyung lets himself go with burning hands against his body. Their bodies are soon naked, in a most delicious carnal embrace, and when they're both ready to go further, Taehyung gently pushes Jungkook onto the bed, taking care not to be too abrupt, caressing the businessman's finely muscled torso as he sets his hips at the perfect angle for what's to come. 

« - That way, you're less likely to hurt yourself. Or aggravating your injury. 

- You're going to drive me crazy, you know? Not being able to do much. 

- Think of it as a sex game. If you get hurt, you have to stop. 

- Ooh, you sure know how to talk to a man. » 

If Taehyung had known that Jungkook was so well-rounded, he might have accepted longer foreplay, his breath jerking against Jungkook's lips as he can hear him huffing in frustration that he doesn't accept her full quickly. When they're finally joined together, Taehyung doesn't move, looking at Jungkook's tender shoulders which he wants to bite into, but he holds back, not knowing whether Jungkook was into that kind of delirium or not. He catches his breath, watching Jungkook's frustrated features, waiting for him to move visibly, and he finally gives him what he's been waiting for, moving his pelvis slowly at first, leaning on the man's shoulders to kiss him full on the lips before giving a slower rhythm. Letting the echo of their voices fade into the silence of the room. It's late, or early, Taehyung knows the sweet after-sex pain in his lower back, and he doesn't complain, turning his feverish gaze to the man sharing his bed. 

« - Well, Mister Jeon? How was it? 

- It was, um... Too short. I couldn't even really get the upper hand. You don't really know what it means to make love to the great Jeon Jungkook. 

- Oh. So I'm that bad? » 

A little stung in his ego, Taehyung seems to want to turn around, held back by the two muscular arms of his lover, who comes to kiss him, tenderly, apologizing again through it, making him shiver softly, before looking at the younger man, perhaps a little too full of himself. 

« - No, it was perfect. I've never had such an incredible time. I was trying to be funny. 

- Oh, I see. But you know what the first principle of a joke is? 

- Mmm. No? 

- Being funny, Jungkook. »  

Both laugh, as they kiss once more in the privacy of the bedroom, barely disturbed by the rain crashing against the bay windows. 

[hansolsticio]

— 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐖*𝐑𝐃: 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐒_

╰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒: “𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒! [🤍]”

— Aqui têm várias escritoras que leio e amo de coração. É uma espécie de masterlist que será atualizada de vez em quando, então recomendo que seja acessada pelo post fixado sempre que vocês estiverem em busca de novas recomendações.

— Alguns blogs estão inativos/não escrevem mais, mas ainda os recomendo devido a posts que ainda estão por lá (e que talvez sejam do interesse de vocês).

— 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌: 38 blogs (21/12/2024).

── ★ ˙ ̟ @imninahchan . ♡

o blog da nina foca em literatura erótica e possui um acervo BEM extenso com todas as pessoas que vocês puderem imaginar! ela escreve com as obsessões dela e atualmente algumas são: swann arlaud, wagner moura, dev patel, mads mikkelsen, cillian murphy, entre outros.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @sunnymoonny . ♡

a sunny é o meu amorzinho e escreve com alguns idols e k-actors como seventeen, riize, nct... o conteúdo varia, existem trabalhos com fluff, smut, angst, sugestivo, entre outras coisas.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @sunshyni . ♡

a sunsun é a maior hyuckete desse site inteiro (haechan namore esta mulher)!!! ela escreve com nct, riize, tbz, zb1, seventeen, enhypen & p1harmony... os trabalhos são majoritariamente fluff (mas a diva arrisca sugestivo e smut as vezes 😋).

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @hoshifighting . ♡

a lyla é muito mamãe (com todas as conotações possíveis 🙏🏽). escreve em inglês, mas possui alguns trabalhos em pt/br escondidos pelo blog dela, tem um acervo GIGANTESCO e escreve tudo o que você seja capaz de pensar com o seventeen.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @dollechan . ♡

a rue é uma gradissíssima diva e escreve com nct, riize, boynextdoor, aespa, red velvet, enhypen e etc... os textos envolvem fluff, angst e smut.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @cheolcam . ♡

o blog da duda tem foco em smut (tem uns MUITO babadeiros por lá) e ela escreve com grupos como seventeen e nct.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @mahteeez . ♡

a mah atualmente escreve com ateez, seventeen e nct e o foco do blog é com literatura erótica (smut). ela também é ativa no spirit e tem alguns trabalhos que estão só por lá.

✦ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @gimmenctar . ♡

o blog da livie (o maior acervo das asteroids diga-se de passagem) é totalmente voltado a conteúdo +18 e ela escreve com nct, riize e alguns girl groups.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @luvyoonsvt . ♡

a ge é uma fofa que escreve somente para o seventeen, os posts são, em maioria, fluff ou sugestivo (mas ela escreve smut a partir de asks).

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @fr-freaky . ♡

a gigi escreve com uma variedade de idols: seventeen, enhypen, stray kids... e a maior parte dos trabalhos envolve fluff e angst (existem alguns sugestivos também).

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @fruithoughts . ♡

a apple possui trabalhos em inglês & português com fluff, smut, angst e tudo mais. ela escreve principalmente com o seventeen e o nct.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (NCT) | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (SVT)

── ★ ˙ ̟ @butvega . ♡

a vega é uma diva que por muito tempo eu achei ser uma criatura do imaginário popular (até ela voltar a escrever). ela escreve sobre nct, bts e um montão de coisas (envolvendo fluff, smut & angst).

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @stszrgirl . ♡

conheci a manu recentemente pelo spirit e ela criou blog por aqui também (os refrescos), sendo assim a maior parte dos trabalhos dela ainda estão por lá (são incríveis! tem nct, seventeen, ateez...)

✦ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @gigirassol-i . ♡

a gigi entrou na comunidade recentemente e já está servindo pra caramba! atualmente escreve para o nct, mas também escreve sobre outros grupos (os textos envolvem fluff, angst, crack & sugestivo).

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @https-lvesick . ♡

a lola escreve em inglês e português focando no aespa e no nct dream. o blog dela tem foco em conteúdo +18!

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @lovesuhng . ♡

o blog da mika (maior acervo johfam desse site inteiro) também tem conteúdo em português e inglês, ela escreve com o nct (127 & dream) e os textos envolvem apenas fluff & angst.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @dreamwithlost . ♡

a lost tá meio sumidinha esses tempos, mas o blog dela é cheio de conteúdo bom! ela escreve angst e fluff com grupos como stray kids, nct, aespa & dreamcatcher.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @sucosdelimao . ♡

a nunu é um docinho (maior stan do mark lee existente)! escreve com o nct e boa parte dos textos são smut, mas tem angst, fluff e tudo que tiver direito.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @asimpathetic . ♡

o blog da sunny possui textos com o seventeen e o nct dream e a maior parte do conteúdo é fluff.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @nonuwhore . ♡

eu não tive a sorte de pegar a época que a lê ainda escrevia, mas tem tanto texto bom por lá que eu não podia deixar de recomendar! a maior parte do conteúdo é +18 e inclui grupos como seventeen, nct, stray kids e ateez.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @jaemdigital . ♡

a moina também está sumidinha, mas ela escreve principalmente com o nct e boa parte do conteúdo envolve smut.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @wlfllia . ♡

o blog da lia tem textos majoritariamente com conteúdo adulto, envolvendo grupos como enhypen, ateez e nct.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @callmecalid . ♡

a calid tem textos com o nct sendo, em grande maioria, fluff, smut & slice of life.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @sexybombom . ♡

a ally possui textos com nct, seventeen e jujutsu kaisen o conteúdo é misto havendo trabalhos +18 entre eles.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @idollete . ♡

a juju é uma bonequinha que escreve com atores (brasileiros e do cast de LSDLN) e alguns jogadores de futebol, a maioria dos textos são +18.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @jaemskitty . ♡

a joy também não escreve faz um tempo, mas o blog dela tem textos com os neos (principalmente o dream) sendo a maior parte conteúdo adulto.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @lucuslavigne . ♡

saudades da nene :( o blog dela tem textos nsfw e sfw com uma variedade de pessoas (tem nct, stray kids, enhypen, aespa, riize, seventeen... além de alguns jogadores e atores).

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @ncdreaming . ♡

outra que eu sinto muita falta </3 a lala escreve com o nct e tem séries icônicas!!! os trabalhos envolvem fluff, angst e sugestivo as vezes.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @nominzn ♡

é o blog da livie (ou izzy) numa pegada mais sfw, tem um montão de textos com o nct.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @girlneosworld . ♡

a lulu escreve fluff, angst, terror e sugestivo com grupos como nct e riize.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @nagis-world . ♡

a nagi escreve para nct & seventeen, a maior parte dos textos envolvem fluff, smut e angst.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @tyongbrat . ♡

a tyongbrat tem textos com nct (127, dream e wayv) & blackpink, sendo, em sua maioria, conteúdo adulto.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @hyunjungjae . ♡

o blog da marie possui conteúdo majoritarimente +18 com grupos como nct, exo, astro, entre outros.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @skzoombie . ♡

a zoo tem um acervo de textos bem extenso com grupos como stray kids, exo, nct (127 & dream), entre outros.

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @renjugyu . ♡

o blog da maria possui textos +18 (maioria) com nct & seventeen.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @tmuki . ♡

o blog da maitê (saudades da diva) possui textos com nct (dream & 127), riize e seventeen, esses sendo smut & fluff.

✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒/ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

── ★ ˙ ̟ @renjunplanet . ♡

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Love Me Lights Out (Jeon Wonwoo x Reader)

Wonwoo shook the planet with his iconic MAMA 2019 entrance — blue hair, red robe, dark evil gaze, and soul-crushing voice. He held a different type of power that day, holding you like putty in his hands in total surrender.

His possessive side was on full display when a certain someone got a little too close to you during the intimate and private after-party.

This can be read as stand-alone fic but this happened within Love in Vinyl universe/timeline. I highly recommend you give that a read. 💜

Note: Wonwoo x producer!reader, smut, explicit smut, dom/sub themes, AU, established relationship, penetration, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple big Os, unprotected sex, fluff, unedited, 18+ Series: Love in Vinyl Inspired by John Mayer's rendition of XO.

Ready for it? 'Cause I am. Dear reader, here is the next part of our Love in Vinyl series. Thank you for giving your love to LIV, darlings. Who wouldn't love to see Wonwoo's possessive side? Shameless, explicit smut, everyone. Some dom/sub themes, reader was weak and whipped for Wonwoo's gentle dominance. Plus some tooth-rotting fluff bonus ending. 😌💜 Yuletide and In the Soop 2 shots coming soon, darlings.

I pour my blood, sweat, tears, and delulu dusts to write this. Please help me protect my work while reaching more delulu darlings who may find escape here, too. 💜 Word count: 7,360 Cross-Posted on AO3

Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowing And I'm crashing into you Baby, kiss me kiss me Before they turn the lights out Before they turn the lights out Baby, love me lights out In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out We don't have forever Baby, daylight's wasting You better kiss me Before our time has run out Nobody sees what we see They're just hopelessly gazing Baby, take me take me Before they turn the lights out Before time has run out Baby, love me lights out I love you like XO You love me like XO You kill me, girl, XO You love me like XO In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out You can turn my lights out

Manic. That's always your answer whenever junior producers ask you what awards shows are like based from your experience.

That year, you expected it to be different in various ways. 2019 was the year when K-Pop continued growing its footprint and reaching global scale, one group at a time. The year changed the trajectory of how k-pop was perceived and received especially with western audiences, and you saw it first hand.

Over the past six years, you had always been present behind the scene with BTS as they painstakingly conquered these awards shows, culminating their effort and hardwork during such tedious times. You shared tears and joys with them, especially during MAMA 2018 when they gave such powerful reminder on how tough the industry could be. Hoshi and Seungkwan even shared with you that they were fighting back tears especially when J-Hope started crying during the speech. You knew how much Seventeen could relate to BTS and you also saw how BTS also supported Seventeen during their starting years, given that their roots were alike - both groups were self-made, both were their respective company's saving grace. 

BTS used to practice in dank, murky practice room that was often flooded, while Seventeen used to tape regular earphones so they could have make-shift in-ear monitors during their first performances. Both groups conquered those adversaries, started from rock bottom and climbed their way to the top with Blood, Sweat, and Tears. You could not be more proud to see those groups you love shine in one stage once more. 

-

December was for awards shows and both sides of your coin were busy with their respective performances, with BTS ending their last leg of Love Yourself tour and Seventeen ending the first leg of their Ode to You tour. 

You were just supposed to just be in the audience that day, hoping to just enjoy and watch the show without working. You were excited to watch their performances after seeing glimpse of it during rehearsals and you really needed your break already. 

You requested the month off few months before, knowing just how restless the year was for you as part of the creatives team of these groups. While your job was mainly around their variety contents and documentaries, supporting touring groups also meant you were flying across the globe when needed, too. Apart from that, it was already apparent that the acquisition would be made formal and official the following year - it was long time coming. You already assumed backlash would happen and as someone who already faced such with BTS alone, the artists' welfare was always your top priority. Business decisions would be made, but you were determined to ensure that Seventeen would feel even more at home with your plans for the following year. You knew that the creatives and think-tank would be required to work twice as hard to ensure that contents and shows would be even grander both for the artists and the fans. 

Your supposed break during MAMA 2019, however, did not come into fruition. You received a call from one of BTS' senior producers a week prior and pleaded you to cover for him during the show to film and produce the behind the scene of the show for BTS. The producer had to take time off as his wife had to give birth prematurely and you did not have the heart to deny the request. So, you brought your work stuff along with you and flew to Nagoya two days prior the show without telling your boyfriend that he might just see you spinning in the backstage.

Your call time for the show was at 7:00 AM. With various performances, it was pivotal to have everyone around and ready before the rehearsals and pre-show shoots commence. 

You arrived just in the nick of time, already huddled with your assigned camera directors and assistant producer to discuss how things should run. You spent the whole night reviewing the production guide sent to you and polishing it with the timelines of that day's show so there would be smoother coverage and to avoid causing too much distraction during the busy day. 

BTS arrived an hour later so they can prepare under their make-up chairs while the show floor directors were instructing everyone. You remained quietly hiding on the side, typing away and monitoring the footages being taken by one of your cameramen. Once the show's PD left, finally revealed youself earning a booming scream from Hoseok who was shocked to see you there. The team held you one by one, saying they missed you as the last time they saw you last was early October. 

"Happy birthday, WWH!" You greeted when Jin entered the dressing room after washing up. 

"Woaaah!! What are you doing here? Are you here to film? Waaah, you can't make me do silly things today it's my birthday." The man exclaimed, followed by his windshield wiper laugh and gave you a quick hug. 

Your presence was always familiar so being there was business as usual, seven years and counting. 

-

Wonwoo messaged you a little later saying that they were already on the way to the venue and that he was excited to see you in the audience. You spent the whole night talking on the phone with him thinking your flight was in the morning of that day. Little did he know, you were already in the venue working your ass off.

Nothing can ever match how loud Seventeen is. When they arrived, everyone knew it was them, hollering in the background as they greeted everyone with such bright, contagious energy and entered their dressing room across BTS'. 

You excused yourself from your team so you can greet your other family, silently walking towards their dressing room, index finger on your lips to shush the others who saw you to stay quiet as you approached your blue-haired man leaning against the door frame. He was busy typing on his phone, eyes still heavy as he rubbed them while yawning. Your phone vibrated and a messaged flashed on the screen.

"We're here, baby. See you later."

You held back a chuckle. Finally standing behind him, you answered his message by muttering a cheerful, "I know."

Wonwoo turned in a flash, eyes widening and hand covering his mouth when he saw you standing there. "Woah!" 

"Good morning, babe." Wide smile painted your face at his reaction.

"H-how?" He inquired, heart fluttering at your presence as he held your hand and pulled you inside the dressing room, waving at the other members who were also surprised you were there.

"Had to cover for a PD due to an emergency."

"I thought you would be in the audience!" He spoke softly, shoulders drooping slightly when he finally engulfed you in a tight hug after a week of not seeing each other.

You just chuckled when he asked you a week prior why you did not book the same hotel as them, and you just made up some silly excuse saying it was for the whole 'audience' experience. They were in the same hotel with BTS and some other artists, and you were just in the hotel a block away, essentially cooped up in your room to avoid running into anyone of them before your surprise. 

"I missed you. I am happy you're here."

"I missed you too."

You returned his hug and stole a quick peck on his lips while everyone was busy. "I'll still be in the audience once you're on stage." You winked at him and his heartthrob smile widened as he let you go. 

"I'll look for you in the crowd, baby. I'll have my eyes on you alone."

He smirked.

Dangerously.

-

Seventeen was part of the last artists to perform, with only two performances between them and BTS. It gave you ample time to get a camera so you can go where the camera directors in front of the main stage were and watch Seventeen's performance, as promised.

Shivers ran down your spine at the chilling entrance, even when they hadn't even started the performance yet. You saw them rehearse couple of times, but somehow, everything felt new. The crowd went wild with ear splitting screams when the music finally started. 

It was a dark opening, hooded figures in red with one person on the spotlight - Wonwoo. Despite his robe, you could see his broad shoulders and notice the way he ascended the stairs with such a different vibe and aura especially when he pulled down the hood, revealing himself.

You saw that in rehearsals, but somehow you were taken into another world. His eyes were cold as ice, staring sharply into the audience as he bit and crushed the candied rose. He held an intense gaze as he devoured the intro with his deep, raspy voice, officially opening their ensemble. 

Wonwoo captured your attention throughout the whole performance effortlessly, even meeting his eyes from time to time as he smirked at you. You were helplessly drawn to his magnetic aura and familiar warmth and sensation filled your body. He was scrochingly and devilishly handsome as they broke the stage.

When their performance ended, Wonwoo saw you backstage gave you yet another salacious smirk as he retreated to the dressing room.

Such power he held over you.

Two bottles of ice-cold water did nothing to quench your unexplainable thirst.

-

To say that you were on an emotional high during the show was an understatement. You were ecstatic over the wins of BTS and Seventeen, quite teary even, because you had seen just how massive their successes were which were all very much deserved after their years and years of hardwork. Then, you were blown away by their performances, and of course, your boyfriend's stage presence.

After the award show, Jungkook and Mingyu hosted and organised an intimate and private party, and BTS, SVT, and only very few other groups and colleagues were there. 

After freshening up in your hotel, you arrived at the luxurious and private roof deck bar where the party was, donning a simple black dress and a pair of comfortable heels. It was rare for them to see you all glammed up, given that as a PD, you were constantly in sneakers and comfortable clothing so running around was easier. Wonwoo could not wipe the smile off his face upon seeing you all dressed up for the party, as if mesmerized by you.

BTS, Seventeen, and some of their friends mingled and drank merrily. Jungkook and Mingyu were goofing around like bunch of kids. Yoongi and Woozi were talking about music looking like twins. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol were with Taehyung and Jimin catching up while the others were chilling or catching up with the staff members. It was a joy to see them like that, even Wonwoo was laughing around and comfortable with them.

You noticed however that birthday boy was quiet in the corner of the banquet. Being an introvert, Jin had always found social gatherings quite daunting, just like your boyfriend. 

While Wonwoo was busy with his members, you joined Jin by the corner of the banquet hall, drinking your second glass of margarita that day. 

"Why are you not socializing? It's supposed to be your birthday." 

Jin just shook his head and laughed, saying it was not his forte. And you understood that. You spent some time catching up with him until Jimin approached you, pulling the two of you to the floor to dance. 

"I am so tired, Jimin.." you complained but the man just smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"Just one song!" He insisted, twirling you around. 

Jimin always had that flirtatious flair with everything he does. It was not as though he was flirting with you blatantly, but he always liked making you blush for sure. 

"I heard you have a boyfriend, Y/N." His full lips curled up into a smirk as if pleased to have caught you off guard.

"Why? Were you surprised?" 

"Mhm, you could say that. You denied me once before." Jimin teased, reminding you of his attempt to woo you years back, and it made you throw your head and chuckle. 

"We were too young then."

Jimin just smirked and nodded pulling you closer as you danced with your other friends before you finally freed your self about a minute or two later.

From a distance, though, Wonwoo was intently observing at how Jimin was looking at you, and he did not like it at all. His gaze was poisonous, lethal, even.

-

You joined the group where your boyfriend was and he immediately looped his arm around your waist and drew you against his side as if showcasing that you were his. 

"Hi love," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead which took you aback. He never was that comfortable doing that in front of others before, but you could not deny that the bold gesture made your heart flutter.

"Hey. You drank a lot already." 

"No, not yet." He smirked down at you, his attention solely on you as he rubbed your back gently. "You having fun? Or are you tired and want to go home?"

One of the many things you love about Wonwoo is that he is always sensible. He has always been sensitive about how you are feeling because he pays attention to you and somehow naturally senses how you feel. 

You smiled up at him and pressed your body closer to him.

"Maybe we can leave earlier? You had a long day." He added, tucking a strand of your loose hair behind your ear and caressing your face. Such unusual gesture from him, especially in front of your friends and other people though they were busy. At one point however, Wonwoo shifted his gaze and you were in the right mind to follow its direction. That was when you finally realized it - Wonwoo was looking at Jimin who was watching the two of you, and he was asserting his edge on the situation. Your boyfriend's innate possessive side got triggered with how flirty Jimin was with you earlier, one thing you should've considered sooner.

"I'd love that." You answered, wrapping your arm around his back as well, as if a silent reminder to ease the building storm inside him.

Few moments later, you had to excuse yourself so you can go to the empty ladies room, only for Wonwoo to tail behind you quietly.

Wonwoo stood up from the leaned position he was in against the wall as he waited and walked up to you when you left that bathroom. He placed his hands on your shoulders slightly and pushed you playfully back inside, guiding you into a cubicle, locking the door behind you as he snaked his hands over the fabric of your dress, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

"Hey! We might get caught!" You shushed, looking him with wide eyes as your knees wobbled from his gentle teasing.

"Don't pretend like you don't know I've wanted to get you alone since this morning." He whispered softly as he placed a trail of kisses over your skin, from your cheeks and down your neck before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "And it seems like it's not just me who wants you." His voice muffled against his demanding kiss which made you melt against his arms which were looped around you possessively.

"What are you talking about?" 

"Come on, babe. You know what I am talking about." He growled under his breath, chasing your lips for more when you started pulling away slightly, pressing your hands against his chest.

"Baby. Babe... listen."

He just gave you a cheeky smirk, chuckling at the worried look on your face as you wiped your smeared lipstick off his lips.

"Hm?"

"Wonwoo."

He arched his brow, "What?" 

"It's too risky here!" You basically pleaded, arms wrapping around his shoulders, caressing the back of his neck. Nodding and surrending, he pecked your lips hard one last time before pulling away.

Wonwoo understood. Despite being open about your relationship among your friends and colleagues, your number one goal was to avoid any rumour or scandal especially that you were not within your private space where you can do anything you want.

"I'll go first. You need to fix your lipstick." He teased, opening the door of the cubicle for you.

"Yeah, thanks for that."

You rolled you eyes and watched him check the corridor to ensure the coast was clear before leaving you in the ladies room and returning to the banquet.

Releasing the pent-up breath you had been holding, you fanned yourself and looked at your flushed face and messed-up makeup from the mirror.

You were unsure what your boyfriend consumed that day that made him ever brazen. 

Maybe it was the rose. 

After trying your best to retouch post the encounter in the bathroom, you joined the group, sitting beside your boyfriend who was already yawning. One by one the people were already dispersing so Wonwoo took that opportunity to say goodbye, and you also did. You greeted and hugged everyone, including Jimin, who held you a little tighter as if trying to provoke Wonwoo even more with his playful antics. You knew it was nothing but you pulled away and shook your head at him. 

"Let's go, Y/N." Wonwoo held out his hand and twined it with yours, and, despite the stern expression of his face, gave Jimin a courteous nod.

One of their managers and a security personnel were assigned to drive you back to the hotel where they were staying, and you were really impressed by the level of security and privacy hotels like that offered. 

"We need to book another room, I share with Mingyu." Wonwoo spoke when you settled inside the car. 

You smirked at him, waved your spare keycard, and gave it to him. "Done."

You somehow expected this even before the show, so you also paid for a room reservation online a day before your arrival, and checked in a few things there before going to your other hotel. You checked out of the hotel you stayed in and transferred some of your belongings to your room in their hotel before heading to the party that night. 

Smirking in delight, he took the keycard and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, "That's my good girl."

-

You entered the hotel separately with him guided to his room by his manager and you going straight into yours. You gave him the spare keycard anyway in case he decides to visit you, which you were looking forward to, if you were being completely honest. 

When you entered your room, you quickly went to the bathroom to run the hot water for a much needed shower after that long day of work. 

You turned the shower on and adjusted the setting, running your hands under the cascading water to check the temperature. Almost immediately, your whole body ached to feel the soothing warm water and you even hummed in excitement. 

Turning to undress, you jumped upon seeing your boyfriend by the door of the bathroom, eyes dark and wanting as he watched you. 

"What the hell, Wonwoo! You'd give me a heart attack!" You exclaimed, clutching your chest while he only grinned at you. 

Mischief and danger hid behind that smile he gave as he locked the bathroom door and stood behind you, meeting your gaze in the slightly fogged up mirror. 

"Let me help you with that," He mumbled under his breath as lips hovered against your skin when he took the clasp of the necklace you were removing form your hand. 

All the while, he was staring intently at you, his usual warm almond eyes were sharp and a lopsided smirk tugged against the corner of his lips. He was teasing you, playing with fire and fuelling yours. 

He reached behind you and placed the necklace on the countertop, bracing himself against the cold marble and caging you in between his arms. 

Then, he crashed his lips against yours, roughly, like he never did before.

Your knees were weak and as if under a spell, you were in complete surrender, wrapping your arms around him when he tilted your head by your chin and plundered your mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and making you want more. 

Whimpers left your lips when he sucked your lower lip then pulled away with a loud smacking sound. 

"Take your clothes off for me, baby." He ordered, stepping back and watching you. "Go on, don't make me wait.

Those words coming from such perfect face and deep voice, were hypnotizing enough, making you obey without a word. Still looking at his eyes, you fiddled the hem of your dress and peeled it off, leaving you in your matching light blue undergarments. 

"Seems like you've been waiting for me all day, too, love." He growled at the sight of you in his favourite colour, seizing you against his body before and tracing kisses down to the valleys of your breasts and then towards your lips once again. 

"Now be a good girl and undress me." He mumbled against your lips, not letting you go as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body. Then, you worked on his belt, button, and zipper, letting his pants pool into his feet which he quickly kicked away.

He shoved you inside the glass partition under the shower head with your body glued together, his lips finding purchase against your skin, making your core throb with a familiar ache. 

Wonwoo pinned you against the cold, tiled wall and snaked his hand inside your panties, feeling your wet, warm core as his middle and ring fingers circled your sensitive nub. He was eager. As if wanting to prove something with his sudden brute force.

"My needy girl... so wet and I haven't even done anything..." 

"W-wonwoo -" You stuttered, gripping against his biceps trying to steady yourself from his sudden teasing.

"Who are you this wet for, Y/N?"

You whimpered when he paused, making your knees buckle and thigh press together. 

"Baby please..." 

"So needy..." He growled, using his other hand to dip and pull a cup of your bra, and then sucked your taut, aching nipple. 

"S-shit!"

"Mmm."

You quivered, eyes closed as you tried keeping your pleasure at bay, which was impossible when his fingers started teasing your slit with gentle strokes towards your clit.

"Look at me in the eyes and tell me who this is for..." 

You met his lustful gaze and gulped, "Y-you." 

"Say it... say who makes you shiver with need." He licked his lower lip as he pressed his fingers against your pulsating clit. He was enjoying his power play, you could see the way his eyes darkened as you shivered from his relentless teasing.

"Wonwoo... you Wonwoo... Please."

"Yeah... I am the only one that can make you this wet and needy, right?"

"Yes, just you..." You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes and crying out as he went down on his knees, ripped your panties, and finally devoured your aching, dripping core as water cascaded against your bodies. 

"My good girl... don't hold back, baby, let me hear you." 

He did not need to tell you. Moans and whimpers left your lips at his expert teasing, sucking and licking your sensitive bud. His tongue lapped at your core, tracing your entrance repeatedly and then drawing figure-eights against your clit while pushing his fingers inside you, curling and searching for that erogenous zone that always made you squirm in pleasure.

His moans were muffled against your sex when your climax coursed through your body quicker than you anticipated, making you nearly lose your balance as you cried out his name.

"Fucking hell..." You slurred, catching your breath and steadying yourself from the sudden outburst of pleasure. 

Wonwoo looked pleased - he had his proud smile when he rose and kissed you, squeezing your ass and pressing your close to him. 

"We're not done yet." He said with such ease before ever so casually reaching for the shampoo bottle and started washing your bodies as you came down from your high. 

Wonwoo lathered your shower gel against your body in the most sensual, teasing way possible. His hand glided through your skin, massaged your breasts and tweaked your nipples, and caressed down to your stomach, your core, and your aching limbs. Every second was intentional seduction, keeping you on the verge with desire.

He allowed you to do the same, palming his whole body down to his hard shaft, pumping him up and down with your soapy hand which made him twitch against your touch until he could take it no longer. He rinsed your bodies with such urgency and once done, pushed your naked body towards the room and the bed. 

"Sit." He commanded. Droplets of water trickled against your skin from your still soaked hair as he stood before you and as you pat your body with a towel, then squeezed water from your hair. 

He took the towel from you and threw it away, then grabbed your hair to force your head upwards when he leaned in to ravage your mouth with ardent kisses.

Need once again simmered inside you and you reached out for him, wanting to feel him closer and relieve whatever ache he was causing. He drew away and stood in between your legs, his shaft standing long and hard in front of you. 

"See what you do to me, Y/N?" He asked, holding the back of your head as you looked up at him and nodded. Your mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful, perfect cock all erect for you. Your core throbbed, needing him so bad.

"Let me see what your pretty little mouth can do."

You normally know what to say but seeing his dominant side made you tongue-tied. While there were rough encounters since your first time, Wonwoo rarely talked in such a manner. He was always a man of few words but eager actions, even in bed. He rarely even cursed but he seemed to do whenever you were in the throes of passion. This time showed a side of him you were already becoming drawn to, evident with the way you seem to surrender under his control so easily.

Eyes peering at him, you licked his polished length from base to tip, running your tongue around the bulbous head of his sizable cock. You slowly took him deep inside your warm mouth, eliciting a loud groan from him.

"Fuck, that's my good girl..." He moaned, looking down at you and pushing your head further down his length so you can take him deeper. "More baby... let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours..."

Carnal desire awakened inside him when he saw you like that, both hands gripping the base and massaging his sacs, as he hit your throat while you bob your head up and down his needy cock. Your eyes watered as you gagged, but it only seemed to further entice him. He tightened his grip on your hair as he increased the pace, your eyes still focused on him as you heed his commands. 

"You look so good taking me like that, letting me fuck your mouth... ah such good girl." He panted for air, hips thrusting one last time before pulling away. Watching you wipe your mouth, he beckoned you to stand and kissed you before turning you around to face the bed.

"On your hands and knees for me, baby." He mumbled, lips brushing against your ear as he shoved you flat in your tummy back into the bed.

In a blink, you were on all fours in the middle of the bed, heart racing and eagerly ancipating his next move, until a loud, hard spank landed on your ass sending you reeling forward from the impact.

"WON - ah!" 

You yelped at the tingling sensation, both pain and pleasure present at the unexpected action, making you bury your face against the cloudlike pillows. Your mind was still processing the flicker of pain and pleasure, when the bed dipped and you felt fevered kisses against your shoulders, tracing down to your spine, and towards your still numb and tingling rear. 

Wonwoo kept complete focus on you and your pleasure as he parted your knees and his tongue swirled and danced around your clit, feeling you move against him as he continued to bury his face between your thighs and grip your rear. A few more teasing motions with his tongue against your pleasure spots, he dove his tongue between your folds, exploring the depth of your core as your essence ran down his mouth like an addicting nectar. His forcefulness built as he pulled you closer towards his mouth, earning whimpers of his name to escape your lips, muffled by the soft sheets you were biting into.

"I want everyone to know you're mine." He stated again as he continued to taste you against his tongue, fingers stimulating your core until you were trembling once more.

The pleasure and his eagerness were slowly driving you over the edge, getting closer and closer to that glorious climax... until he pulled away.

"Wonwoo fuck!" Intense ache throbbed inside you at the unfulfilled bliss that was still at bay when he hauled you once again, yanking your weak body until you were on your back. 

Wonwoo grinned down at you, running his hand over your body, tweaking your nipples while the other thumbed your engorged bundle of nerves.

"Won- hurts... mm... need to..." You arched your body against his touch as needs boiled inside you, aching for that high only he can provide.

He watched you so weak for pleasure under him, but he wanted so much more. He lifted one of your legs and placed dove-like kisses on your shin and down to the inside of your thighs. You jolted.

"Please... baby..." 

"What do you want?" His lips hovered on your navel as he looked up at you. "You have to tell me..."

You swallowed the tears pooling in your throat, trying to hold out as much as you can, "I want... need you to... make me cum... please..."

He smirked. "That's my good girl." 

Wonwoo dove to your core once more, fingers slipping inside your soaked cave and began to massage your sweet spots as his tongue continued to flick in quick motions against your clit. He would only be satisfied until he felt you shaking and making a mess of the silk linens that adorned the bed. His eyes looked up at you overcome with pleasure, a view that he would never tire of. 

"Oh, baby... please mm.. so close..."

Your sounds of encouragement was music to his ears as you wriggled at his actions, feeling your core seeping with excitement over his fingers and dripping down his knuckles as he kept his consistent pace. Your legs delicately wrapping around his broad shoulders built anticipation as he craved to watch you explode in pleasure once more. 

"Give it to me, baby." He growled, stroking that velvety spot inside your walls eagerly.

"W-WONWOO —" 

You wailed and convulsed as a ferocious orgasm rocked through your body, the extent of your bliss filling you from head to toe. 

"Holy... fuck!"

My good girl... you came so hard..."

Wonwoo filled your face with kisses as you came down from your high, hovering over you in between your thighs and wrapping them around his hips. He shifted the both of you to your side facing each other, with his arm supporting your head safely. He eliminated the space between your bodies and kept your legs around him, gripping your rear as he kissed you fervently. 

"You're mine." He declared, staring intently at you and caressing your face. While his eyes were still dark with lust, you saw a twinkle of affection and unadulterated emotions behind them that made your stomach flutter.

"Say it baby... that you are mine and no one else's."

"I am yours, Jeon Wonwoo. Only yours."

He smiled at the certainty in your voice. There was never a doubt about it, but Wonwoo always loved hearing you say it and you always loved reminding him. Unable to wait any longer, he kissed you, lined himself in your heated entrance, and sank in deep.

And raw. 

For the first time ever. 

You nearly lost your mind. 

You never thought making love with Wonwoo could be any more indescribable, but here you were, feeling every ridge and friction of his perfect manhood as he stretched and filled you raw over and over again.

"Fuck so tight... my sweet pussy... mine..." He crooned in his euphoric state, eyes closed as he gripped your rear and bucked, pushing himself impossibly deep inside your hot core. "You're mine, Y/N...just mine... Jimin can never have you... no one else can... mine..."

You drew away slightly to watch him, pondering on his words until you realized it. There was jealousy in the mix. While it has been a while since your last intimate encounter leading to pent up needs, his possessive side was also on an all-time high that day, hence, the dominance and the power play. It sent electric shock to your core watching him take you and hold you possessively - his eyes closed, brows knitted, and lips agape. He looked so good it should be illegal.

"I am yours, just yours Wonwoo." You whispered and kissed him lovingly, pouring out your emotions in that exchange. His pace increased as the slapping of your skin, the squelching of his cock, and the sounds of your groans and whimpers created music against the night. 

You were in sync - mind, body, heart, and soul.

"I will fill you up so good, baby." 

"Ugh yes - please... fuck me..."

Wonwoo savoured the feeling of your hot, velvety walls clamping around him without barriers as he hammered into you. His fingers buried against the soft flesh of your rear, squeezing you hard as he guided you to meet his every thrust.

"You want it, baby? You me to fuck you... full?" 

His words were broken up between lowly moans against your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hips slowing down and sensually rolling so he could feel every inch that he filled inside of you. His thrusts became slightly rougher as he pounded himself inside of you deeply, as if carving every inch of your walls as his. "Will fuck you so good baby... fill you up..."

Your body arched, revelling at the feeling of his huge length inside you, earning a loud moan as he took you wholly. He watched you lean back and as you did so one of his hands gripped your breasts, pinching and pulling on your erect buds while he wrapped his lips around the other, suckling and wanting to satisfy and please you as he picked up the pace. 

"Wonwoo... I'm... ugh—" He landed another harsh smack against your ass sending a zing of pleasure straight to your core. 

"Go on, baby. Be a good girl and make a mess for me." He hushed as he trailed open mouthed kisses against your neck and jawline and then your lips, tongue delving inside your mouth. 

Wonwoo jerked his hips, pulled away completely and then breached your walls again. Hard. He flicked your clit with his fingers and orgasm blasted through you, scorching every single cell of your body.

You moaned his name, again and again, clinging onto him as his flesh continued ramming inside you while your walls molded around him tighter and tighter with your release.

"One more, baby. I want more." Wonwoo stiffled against your skin, as he bit and nibbled the sweet spots on your neck and collarbone. The feeling of your walls around him skin to skin, was like a drug to him, or a craving that he never knew he had all along making him greedy for more. 

"Fuck... c-can't baby." You whimpered, high and overstimulated as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. 

"Yes you can. For me... yeah? Come for me once more... you can do it, baby."

Wonwoo purred, pushing you on your back, your hips propped up on a pillow as he knelt caged between your thighs and impaled you once more with a hard, determined thrust. Your drenched core coated his cock, making it even easier for him to glide in and out of you, no matter how tight you were. The in-drawing sensation of your pussy was driving him insane. 

Sheen layer of sweat coated your bodies as you both panted and trembled, your legs wrapped around him and your nails raked against his back while he slammed his hips vigorously, urging both of your release.

"Fuck... my good girl... mm... gonna fill you up..."

"Won- "

"Mine..." He cupped your face and tilted your head so you can look at him in the eyes as he pummeled into you. "I love you... so much."

"Yours, yours... I love you so... much..." You whispered in between puffs of air, tears rolling against your cheek as he snapped his hips faster and rougher, making you cry louder. "Want your -"

"Yes, yes, baby... my good girl. You want me to cum?" He asked, nuzzling and groaning against your neck as you squeezed him in, a foretaste of your impending orgasm. "Tell me.. tell me you want me to cum..."

"I want...you...to cum for me..." You mewled. 

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wonwoo kept his pace until his hips stuttered and his cock swelled deep inside you, painting your walls with his thick, hot cum, wailing your name as his body collapsed with the mind-numbing pleasure. Your walls pulsated around him, clamping him in and milking every last drop of his release as you let him bask in his orgasm. "Yes, baby. Take it... Take my cum..." Wonwoo grunted drunkenly, feeling you so close to your release and when he buried his cock deeper with his remaining strength, you finally erupted with a loud wonton cry of ecstacy, toes curling and body shuddering under his weight.

"Wonwoo! Fuck yes! Fuck baby—" You weren't sure how it was possible, but your climax was even longer this time, all-consuming and earth-shattering and Wonwoo felt it rocking through him as you spasmed around him. 

"That's it, baby...that's it..." He stiffled against your skin, fingers working on your clit as you surfed the wave of your climax, until you both came down from your glorious high, fully spent and satiated.

Wonwoo kissed you gently as he pulled away, cradling you in his arms softly, protectively when you whined at the empty feeling. "I love you so much... so good to me... let me take care of you, baby.." You could only hum and smile against the kiss. 

You weren't sure what was happening few moments later - you were sore, overstimulated, and nearly unconscious. You reckoned you could feel him inside you for days. The next thing you knew, Wonwoo was parting your thighs, wiping your core gently with a warm, damp towel as he let you rest and catch your breath.

"We n-need shower... messy..." You mumbled, and he just chuckled at your state. 

"Can you even walk, baby?" 

"Hmm, I can. I just need some time."

He crawled towards the bed by your side and cradled your head under his arms and that was when you got to admire how utterly flawless he looked — skin glowing, tips of his nose and ears pink, lips plump and red, blue hair all messed up, and his neck and chest sweat-clad. 

"I love you and your jealous ass." You declared, flicking his nose gently. "You know that, right?" 

"I do. I love you." He nodded and cupped your face to peck your lips. "Sorry, love. Was I too rough?"

You hummed, looping an arm around him, "Hhmm. It's all good. I kinda liked it."

Wonwoo smirked at you, pleased with himself, and drew you closer, snuggling and savouring the post-coital bliss. 

Before the night ended, you found yourselves back in the shower, making yet another mess and screaming each other's name. 

BONUS:

It was a random decision on your end. You really weren't supposed to be in the studio as you were on a break which was long overdue, but you were bored and you hadn't seen Wonwoo for about a week. So, you decided to whip up some surprise and buy snacks to surprise the members and the team during the filming of SeungKwan Boo's Past Life Destiny for Going Seventeen 2020. 

The team were gathered in a circle when you entered discreetly, all of them still huddled and finding their partners. Hiding with the staff members behind the camera, you saw your boyfriend being rejected several times, with the members teasing him that he doesn't need a partner because he has you anyway. Wonwoo looked extra cuddly that day with his white turtle neck shirt and knitted navy sweaters. He seemingly had high energy, too, like one of the junior producers told you. You loved seeing him like that, playful and excited. 

However, you started sensing Wonwoo's slight unease and discomfort after few more failed rounds, and even the head PD that daysaw it, too. So, when he was finally on the chair as the last member to match, the PD requested you to surprise him to lift his mood back up. It was never something you would do during filming, but you felt it was needed that day.

You emerged from behind the cameras and quietly approached him, earning excited reactions from the team. 

"No peeking yet, hyung!" Seungkwan exclaimed, with such contagious excitement, standing next to Wonwoo and ensuring he wouldn't turn around just yet.

"Waaah, nice Wonwoo-hyung!" The members cheered and hooted, making Wonwoo even more curious as to who actually came to be his partner.

"Why? Do I have many admirers?" Your boyfriend joked, then turned around, gasping in surprise and delight when saw you beaming and reaching out your hand to him. 

"Waaaah!! When did you get here?!" Wonwoo marvelled, nearly falling off the chair while taking your hand and engulfing you in a hug as everyone cheered. You just chuckled and rubbed his back. He held you tight and breathed you in, immediately soothing whatever discomfort he was feeling. 

"I bought you guys food." You smiled at him and pushed him back on the chair to resume the filming. He smiled brightly at you, blood rushing to his cheeks as he nodded and finally let you go. 

Knowing you were there and right on time as always, his battery became fully-charged once again. 

You are there for him, in his brightest days or darkest nights.

And he loves you, in his brightest and darkest moments, too.

[wolvesland]

─── 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ֪

→ Jeon Jungkook x Leitora

→ Palavras: 2.6k

→ Sinopse: Jungkook foi quem propôs que vocês fossem amigos com benefícios. Vocês dois eram solteiros e tinham desejos, mas se apaixonar não fazia parte do plano.

AVISOS: Jungkook ciumento e possessivo, smut, amigos com benefício, sexo em público, sexo oral, tapas leves, sexo sem proteção, leve degradação, creampie, puxão de cabelo, dançarina de apoio!leitora.

📌 ps:. sempre use camisinha, se proteja, se cuide, é a sua saúde que está em jogo.

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© tradução (pt/br) by @wolvesland

Você recebeu a oportunidade de sua vida. O que começou como uma forma de matar o tempo durante a pandemia rapidamente se transformou em um voo para a Coreia do Sul para se juntar ao BTS nos ensaios dos shows do Permission To Dance. Pouco mais de um ano depois, você estava novamente nos ensaios para as promoções solo de Jungkook com o lançamento de seu primeiro álbum, Golden. Você não achava que sua vida poderia ficar melhor do que isso.

Você nunca imaginou que quando o estúdio de dança que você frequentava fechasse as exigências de fechamento lhe daria a oportunidade de uma vida inteira. Ou que conheceria o homem dos seus sonhos.

Jungkook tinha mais, ou menos a sua idade, então era fácil para vocês dois se darem bem. Muitas vezes, vocês ficavam até tarde da noite repetindo a rotina de dança para as apresentações e as filmagens dos próximos videoclipes. O empresário dele sempre perguntava se ele queria uma carona para casa, mas Jungkook sempre arranjava uma desculpa.

— Não, eu estou bem. Quero ter certeza de que meus hyungs ficarão orgulhosos de mim quando finalmente puderem ver isso! – O que muitas vezes fazia a equipe sorrir, pois ele queria deixar seus membros orgulhosos.

Outra resposta frequente era do tipo.

— Não, obrigado. Só estou preso a essa parte da coreografia e acho que finalmente estou conseguindo. Vou chamar o segurança para ter certeza de que voltarei para casa. – Todas as vezes ele prometia usar os recursos da empresa, mas nunca o fazia.

Ele sempre optava por fazer passeios de uber com você. No início, era porque Jungkook gostava de poder conversar com alguém da idade dele. Ele tinha um grupo sólido de amigos, mas você era nova. Vinda do Brasil, ele queria saber como era ser um jovem de vinte e poucos anos que estava conseguindo dar certo.

Vocês dois frequentemente compartilhavam bebidas e refeições após os treinos.

— Sabe, temos de nutrir bem nosso corpo. Jin hyung me ensinou isso muito bem. – Rapidamente, sua fome se transformou em outra coisa.

Ao conhecê-la, ao observar como seus quadris se moviam com facilidade, ele começou a ficar faminto por sua buceta. Jungkook era um cara muito competitivo e estava determinado a ser o melhor em transar com você até você ver estrelas. Ele queria te fazer gozar e gritar até esquecer seu nome, até questionar sua capacidade de andar depois.

As refeições rapidamente se transformaram em comer você fora de casa, em seu apartamento. Para ser justa, essa era sua refeição favorita do dia. Ele adorava se ajoelhar para você, abrindo bem os joelhos e te expondo para ele. Somente para ele. Muitas vezes ele gostava de soprar ar frio em sua buceta para vê-la se contorcer sob o toque dele.

Jungkook adorava saber a reação que poderia obter de você. Ele gostava de saber que você gemia e implorava para que ele lambesse sua buceta, chupasse seu clitóris como se a vida dele dependesse disso. E se você implorasse bem, ele a recompensaria introduzindo dois dedos em sua buceta.

Os treinos de dança não eram o único motivo pelo qual ele vinha até sua casa. Se uma sessão de gravação não fosse bem sucedida, você oferecia conforto deixando que ele te curvasse e fodesse sua buceta. Depois, você sempre falava sobre como ele estava se sentindo, mas logo aprendeu que, no início, Jungkook preferia extravasar suas frustrações fisicamente ao em vez de verbalmente.

Faltavam apenas mais algumas apresentações para o grupo. Todos sabiam que Jungkook se alistaria em breve, portanto ninguém estava se dando por satisfeito. Cada dança, cada membro da equipe e o próprio Jungkook estavam basicamente dando tudo de si em cada treino de dança, ensaio geral e apresentação.

No momento, você estava sentada na pista de dança, com sua garrafa de água no colo. Seu polegar movia a tela do tiktok para cima de vez em quando. Houve um intervalo de trinta minutos, permitindo que algumas pessoas fossem almoçar, enquanto outras estavam tirando um minuto para relaxar.

— Então, s/n, você conhecia alguém aqui na Coréia antes de se mudar?

Muitas vezes havia conversas entre os dançarinos. O tempo livre e o tempo fora dos treinos eram oportunidades para se conhecerem melhor e fazer um pouco de networking. Com os dias se aproximando do fim do contrato, você estava começando a considerar suas opções. Parte de você queria voltar para casa, para se reunir com a família, mas também estava se divertindo muito aqui.

Ao ouvir seu nome, você bloqueou o telefone e o colocou no chão. Alguns outros se juntaram a você no chão, em seus próprios mundos, até que a conversa atual começou. Você sentiu todos os olhares voltados para você quando a pergunta foi dirigida a você.

— Não, na verdade não. — Você riu.

Há um ano, você nunca teria tido a coragem de atravessar o mundo sozinha. Estando aqui agora, você sabia que era a melhor decisão.

— Então, você é uma boa dançarina, uma pessoa que assume riscos, bonita. – Um dos dançarinos começou a listar.

Você corou com o elogio. Uma coisa que mudou foi sua dificuldade em aceitar elogios. Você sabia que ele tinha boas intenções, mas isso não a impediu de sentir como se seu rosto tivesse ficado incrivelmente quente.

— Você precisa ter um parceiro, certo? Conhecer alguém aqui na Coréia. Quero dizer, os homens coreanos sabem como tratar você bem. – Ele lhe deu uma piscada.

Você viu uma das dançarinas, ela revirou os olhos ao ouvir as palavras dele, balançando a cabeça para vocês dois.

— Não dê ouvidos a ele. Fique longe de homens coreanos. – Ela advertiu antes de voltar a comer a salada.

— Você só está chateada com o término do seu namoro. – Ele murmurou.

Rapidamente, isso foi seguido por um forte tapa dela e risadas dos outros membros. Você observou o homem esfregar o braço sensível, pedindo desculpas a mulher, a sua direita. Satisfeita, ela acenou com a cabeça em sinal de reconhecimento antes de voltar ao almoço.

O homem olhou de volta para você, sorrindo timidamente.

— De qualquer forma, você é solteira? – Ele perguntou. — Você nunca se encontrou conosco depois do treino para um drinque rápido.

"Sim, normalmente não posso sair, porque estou sendo maltratada pelo Jungkook depois do treino." – Você pensou.

— Talvez ela tenha um namorado no país dela?

Decidida a falar por si mesma, você riu como forma de interromper a conversa. Olhares ansiosos estavam voltados para você, querendo saber mais sobre a colega brasileira.

— A culpa é minha por não aparecer depois do treino. Normalmente fico cansada e quero ir para casa. Às vezes, até fico aqui praticando um pouco mais só para ter certeza de que sou tão boa quanto vocês. Quero dizer, vocês são profissionais.

O grupo sorriu amplamente com suas palavras gentis. Você não tinha certeza de como se encaixaria sendo uma pessoa de fora, especialmente se não tivesse certeza se ficaria ou não. No início desse trabalho, você sentiu uma enorme pressão para se sair bem, especialmente, porque sabia que muitas pessoas fariam qualquer coisa para estar no seu lugar. Você queria que a empresa ficasse satisfeita por ter escolhido a pessoa certa.

— Bem, agora que já sabe que queremos você aqui. Você sairá conosco amanhã à noite.

— Sim, você precisa! Teremos que te mostrar as melhores partes de Seul.

— E espero que você fique com o melhor homem.

— Ou, pelo menos, ir para casa com o melhor cara.

Suas bochechas ficaram rosadas novamente, o que fez com que todo o grupo sorrisse. Como a vida poderia ficar melhor?

O sol já havia se posto quando você terminou o treino. A maior parte do grupo já havia saído para a noite, enquanto você estava arrumando sua mochila com todos os seus pertences. Embora estivesse muito ansiosa pela noite do dia seguinte, você sempre gostou de passar a noite sozinha.

Você não pôde deixar de se perguntar se Jungkook gostaria de ir até lá.

— Sabe, você realmente deveria sair daqui sozinha. – Disse uma voz para você.

Assustada, você olhou por cima do ombro e viu Jungkook encostado na porta da sala de treinamento. Falando no diabo. Você colocou uma mão sobre o peito enquanto seu coração acelerado começava a se acalmar, bem devagar.

— Deus, você me assustou.

Ele soltou uma gargalhada antes de entrar na sala. Só era possível perceber como ele estava se movendo pelo som de sua risada cada vez mais alta.

— Desculpe, boneca. Não consegui me conter. – Ele se desculpou.

Você cantarolou divertida enquanto estava de costas para ele, tentando juntar o resto de seus pertences para poder ir embora. Porquê se ele estava pronto para ir, isso significava que você também estava.

Sentiu a mão dele passar pelo seu quadril. Fechando o zíper da mochila, você se endireitou lentamente para senti-lo bem atrás de você. Os lábios dele pairaram sobre a concha da sua orelha, sentindo o hálito quente dele contra ela. Você se arrepiou com o efeito e com a excitação.

— Você parece estar realmente encontrando seu lugar aqui. – Disse ele.

Sua voz era muito suave. Jungkook sabia o efeito que tinha sobre você, como você estava basicamente na mão dele e usava isso a favor dele. Mas você estava um pouco confusa sobre a origem do que ele disse.

— Quero dizer, eu ouvi você fazendo planos com os outros dançarinos. Acho que isso é bom para você.

A mão dele acariciou gentilmente seu quadril, o toque leve como uma pena. Você estava quase em transe com tudo aquilo. O simples fato de sentir o calor do corpo dele irradiar em suas costas provocou uma onda de calor em você.

— Mas há uma coisa que não me agrada. – Você estava prestes a olhar para ele, mas foi interrompida quando ele a agarrou com mais força.

Ele a puxou para trás de modo que você pudesse sentir o tesão dele contra a sua bunda. Você arfou de surpresa, o que fez com que ele soltasse uma risada leve. A risada causou arrepios em sua espinha.

— Eu não gosto de compartilhar, anjo.

Tudo aconteceu tão repentinamente. Em um minuto você estava pegando sua mochila, no outro, estava sendo presa contra os espelhos do estúdio de dança. O aperto da mão de Jungkook era firme o suficiente para informar que ele estava no comando, mas frouxo o suficiente para que você pudesse sair se se sentisse desconfortável. No entanto, o olhar dele fixo em você lhe dizia para ficar quieta.

Sua respiração estava um pouco rígida, sentindo as emoções percorrerem seu corpo. O que ele estava pensando?

Você notou que a mandíbula dele estava um pouco cerrada, quase como se ele estivesse pensando no que estava fazendo, ou em seu próximo passo.

— Vou deixar bem claro. Você não vai voltar para casa com mais ninguém além de mim. Você sempre voltará para mim.

Oh, Deus, ele ouviu a conversa de vocês mais cedo. Estava começando a fazer sentido.

— Tenho que lembrá-la se isso for um problema.

— Então me marque e me faça sua.

A respiração de Jungkook ficou presa ao ouvi-la. Ele não esperava tal resposta sua, mas isso o deixou muito fraco. Deus, você era a morte dele.

Como não é de desistir, ele aceitou seu desafio.

Um tapa.

Você gemeu alto ao sentir a mão de Jungkook encontrando sua bochecha esquerda. Foi como um choque elétrico. Um pouco doloroso, considerando que ele havia batido em você várias vezes durante a noite, mas também prazeroso, porque fazia você se sentir viva. Sinceramente, fez você se sentir poderosa.

Os dois estavam no estúdio de dança. Jungkook te colocou de joelhos. Você sabia que todos já tinham ido embora, mas a emoção de alguém potencialmente flagrando vocês dois a excitava.

Com uma mão no seu quadril, a outra mão de Jungkook subiu suavemente pela sua coluna vertebral. O toque dele ainda era um forte contraste com a sensação do pau grosso dele deslizando para dentro e para fora da sua buceta encharcada. Cada batida na sua bunda fazia com que suas paredes se apertassem em torno do pau dele, levando vocês dois a um coro de gemidos.

O quadril dele batendo em você por trás. Isso criou um som rítmico de pele batendo, de vocês dois gemendo e de como estavam molhados. O último som fez com que suas bochechas esquentassem, para a satisfação de Jungkook.

A mão que estava em sua coluna vertebral agarrou o seu cabelo. Você ficou grata por tê-lo prendido em um rabo de cavalo baixo durante o treino. Jungkook puxou sua cabeça, fazendo com que você gemesse em resposta. A doce picada de seu cabelo sendo puxado fez com que você desejasse mais. O movimento repentino também fez com que seus olhos ficassem um pouco brilhantes. Sua cabeça se inclinou para trás ao encontrar a dele no reflexo do espelho.

— Olhe para você. – Disse Jungkook.

Sua boca estava curvada em um sorriso sinistro.

— Você está chorando por causa do meu pau. Ele não é suficiente para você? É por isso que você quer sair para conhecer outros caras?

— Não, Jungkook, porra. – Ele ofegou. — Você é tudo o que eu quero, tudo o que eu preciso.

— Ah, sério? Me prove. Goze no meu pau, me mostre que eu realmente sou o único que pode fazer você se sentir tão bem.

Se fosse possível, Jungkook aumentou o ritmo. Você gritou de prazer quando a intensidade da investida brutal dele fez seus braços cederem. A metade superior do seu corpo descansou contra o piso frio de madeira, fazendo com que sua bunda se movesse um pouco para cima. Jungkook gemeu em agradecimento pela mudança. Ele não conseguiu se conter, te bateu novamente.

Sua mente estava confusa. Não conseguia compreender nada além do pau de Jungkook preenchendo e esticando você. Sua visão estava ficando embaçada por causa das lágrimas que começavam a cair, enquanto você sentia aquela sensação familiar de formigamento e calor no estômago.

Em questão de instantes, sua visão ficou branca e seus dedos dos pés se curvaram. Você gritou o nome dele. O aperto dele nos seus quadris parecia estar queimado na sua pele, você nunca quis que ele parasse de tocá-la. Jungkook gemeu quando as investidas dele ficaram mais fortes, determinado a encontrá-la em seu ponto mais alto. O mundo ao seu redor parecia estar parado enquanto sua cabeça estava nas nuvens.

Depois de mais algumas investidas, Jungkook soltou um gemido alto. Podia sentir o esperma dele enchendo a sua buceta, o que a fez gemer com a sensação. Você se sentiu tão satisfeita, ele também se sentiu satisfeito ao ver parte do esperma dele saindo de sua buceta quando começou a se retirar.

Ele jurou que você nunca esteve tão bonita, sendo completamente dele.

Os lábios estavam sendo pressionados contra sua coluna vertebral. Você nem percebeu que seu corpo havia se esparramado sobre a superfície de madeira até que Jungkook a moveu gentilmente. Sua cabeça estava apoiada no peito dele e suas costas no chão, a mão dele subiu e desceu pela parte inferior de suas costas, a outra mão foi estendida para enxugar as lágrimas que ainda restavam.

Você foi trazida de volta à realidade. Podia registrar o som da respiração pesada de vocês dois, e os leves tremores do seu corpo começavam a diminuir. Com a sua cabeça encostada no peito de Jungkook, você podia ouvir o coração dele, antes acelerado, começar a se acalmar.

— Você não vai se esquecer de mim, certo? – Ele perguntou.

— Como eu poderia me esquecer de você?

Houve uma pausa, Jungkook era do tipo que geralmente tinha uma resposta, ou fazia algo em resposta ao que lhe era dito. Dessa vez, não.

Você olhou para ele, preocupada, pois sabia que algo o estava incomodando. Infelizmente, teve a confirmação quando se deparou com os olhos brilhantes dele.

— Sei que muita coisa vai mudar em 18 meses. Não me importa se você vai ficar aqui na Coreia, ou se vai voltar para casa. Não gosto de compartilhar, s/n, portanto, prometa que não se esquecerá de mim, porque eu voltarei para você. Todas às vezes.

— Eu nunca poderia me esquecer de você, Jeon Jungkook. Estarei esperando por você, independentemente do que acontecer depois.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

https://www.tumblr.com/eddiediazismyhusband/755479685486526464/okay-dude-not-cool-i-dont-appreciate-being?source=share

I've been reading your responses to that anon who's complaining about bt being included in their story to get to buddie and the way tagging correctly is exhausting and I agree wholeheartedly because you're right, there is no gray area.

As a fic writer, I wanted to add a comment and I'm doing it anonymously because those bt folks are always on that bullshit.

The additional tags field in ao3 allows authors to create custom tags amd they can be whatever the fic writer wants them to be. Here are some examples,

"this fic has a lot of bt"

"if you don't like bt, don't read"

"buddie is endgame but not until the very end"

"includes lots of bt explicit smut"

If they do this then buddie shippers can avoid it.

That anon is whack as hell with their comments about it being exhausting and it's obvious they're trying to get hits on their fics or trying to force readers to read their writings with the hope they'll like bt but they don't realize doing that will get them blocked. People like them are the reason why I don't venture into the buddie tag on ao3 amymore. I only read fics from authors who are known buddie shippers.

One last thing, there are "notes" sections in ao3 and it's there for authors to include things they want readers to know. They can wax poetic all they want about how much bt they included there too so a reader can nope out if they want before they start reading.

That anon is using excuses for their laziness and for them using the buddie tag in ao3 to get people to like their whack ass ship that OS doesn't even like.

💯💯💯💯

All of this: I said in a response to one if their asks that in an upcoming fic i have in which eddiesol features prominently that i will be tagging it clearly to say that eddiesol is not the endgame ship— the ability to make custom tags exists for a reason!! I completely agree with everything you said anon, thank you for the input 🙏🙏

[yutassimp]

【Ｉｎｔｒｏ】

Olá :D

Talvez a maioria de vocês me conheça pelo meu blog do BTS, e se for mesmo o caso oi de novo amorzinho rs, mas para quem não me conhece ainda eu sou a Maka!

Fiz esse blog aqui para poder escrever sobre grupos além do Bangtan, mas deixar separado por questões de organização própria mesmo (lá já escrevo sobre eles há muito tempo e não quero misturar, sou perfeccionista demais pra isso). Não vou abandonar lá, é óbvio, ainda estou seguindo minha lista de pedidos inacabavel, mas também sinto muita vontade de escrever sobre outros grupos dos quais sou stan então cá estamos nós!

𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕤:

Seventeen (♡)

Tomorrow X Togheter (♡)

P1harmony (não escrevo smut com o Soul e o Seob !!) (♡)

Ateez (♡)

NCT127 (♡)

NCT Dream

WAYV

Monsta X (♡)

Riize (não escrevo smut com o Anton !!)

Stray Kids

Enhypen (não escrevo smut com o Jungwon e o Niki !!)

Mamamoo

Black Pink

(G)I-dle

Além dos grupos posso também escrever sobre essas duas bandas:

The Rose (♡)

Xdinary Heroes

Observações:

~ Caso tenha mais algum artista que não esteja na lista, me pergunte, talvez eu tenha apenas esquecido mesmo (caso contrario eu lhe aviso que não o conheço o suficiente ^-^)

~ Os meus grupos UTTS estão marcados com (♡), então a qualidade dos posts para estes provavelmente será melhor por eu conhecer os membros melhor!!

~ Eu não escrevo smut com integrantes que são mais novos que eu por não me sentir confortável fazendo isso, mesmo que já sejam maiores de idade :)

𝕋𝕚𝕡𝕠𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥:

Reactions (podem ser mais curtas ou mais desenvolvidas)

Scenarios (feita em tópicos)

Imagines (mais longos e desenvolvidos)

Fake chats (mensagens de texto)

Domestic!grupo escolhido (pequenos imagines de cenários do cotidiano)

Observações:

~ Caso tenha mais algum tipo de post que não esteja aqui, pode me mandar, e eu farei o meu melhor para cumpri-lo!

~ Ás vezes eu posso acabar mudando o tipo do post caso o tema que pedir não se encaixe bem, sinto muito por isso, mas é para não ficar ruim!

𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼:

▪︎ Por favor, seja respeitose !! ~ Eu escrevo tudo aqui de coração, e por hobbie! Então se puder mandar os pedidos de forma educada, é também ser compreensível com minhas possíveis demoras para post, eh agradeço!

▪︎ Alguns temas eu não irei escrever sobre, por não me sentir bem !! ~ Alguns deles são traição, abuso sexual, violência doméstica, entre outros; também posso sempre não aceitar pedidos por não me agradar com o tema!

▪︎ Sempre que possível, especifique o gênero que gostaria que fosse escrito (feminino/masculino/neutro) !! ~ Caso não o faça eu irei escolher o que eu desejar k

Isso é tudo!! Espero que goste dos posts, e se for necessário, não hesite em me mandar mensagem!

[wwwjungkoo]

— benefícios ★ jjk!

#AVISO: comecei a conta em inglês mas acabei decidindo testar em português também, espero que gostem e interajam :)

#casal: bts!jungkook X leitora!fem

#sinopse: você e seu amigo estão no banheiro de um restaurante fazendo coisas que amigos fazem, é claro, amigos com benefícios.

#notas: smut, sexo semi-publico, sexo vaginal, um pouco de humilhação e degradação, conversa suja, sexo bruto, dinâmica de sub x dom, uso de brinquedos, xingamentos, negação de orgasmo.

🌸 . . nsfw, +18 | english version

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— Você sabe que não pode gritar, né? — Jungkook te perguntou, diminuindo a velocidade, e então você gemeu. — Então cala a boca, vadia!

Com o xingamento, ele deixou um tapa forte em seu rosto, e com isso você sentiu sua buceta contrair em seu pau molhado.

Essa era uma das muitas vezes quais vocês faziam o que não deviam onde não deviam, em outras palavras, estavam transando em público.

Seu corpo desceu contra a porta do banheiro, enquanto Jungkook te fodia como um louco enquanto te chamava de coisas humilhantes.

Mas era sexy, realmente sexy! O calor ainda maior devido ao cubículo pequeno da cabine, e o fato de saber que o melhor amigo de vocês, Hoseok, estaria do lado de fora.

— Você não vai gozar. Eu vou gozar em você, te melar inteira e te deixar uma bagunça, tudo que você vai fazer é me agradecer, entendeu?

Você gemeu, mordendo os lábios como uma forma de dizer que concordava com aquilo.

— Eu te fiz uma pergunta, vamos lá, sua boca não existe apenas para chupar meu pau!

— Eu entendi. — Você gemeu.

E então ele bateu em sua bunda, fazendo seu corpo voltar a cair um pouco.

— Você é minha putinha favorita, sabia disso?

— E-eu sou?

Você estava concentrada em não gozar, e era tão difícil porque Jungkook te comia tão bem, parecia que a vida dele estava dependendo daquilo. Você não saberia dizer se preferia que ele gozasse logo e acabasse com tudo isso em casa, ou se preferia continuar com a tortura. Boa para caralho, ainda sim tortura.

Tanto faz.

Você começou a chorar, era demais, queria que Jungkook acabasse com você, fizesse toda a bagunça que queria, queria ser usada, humilhada. Você realmente poderia gozar só com as palavras dele.

Mas não iria.

Você não tinha permissão para isso.

— Nunca conheci uma cadela que chorasse tão bem levando pau.

Ele soltou uma das mãos da sua cintura, apenas para enfiar três dedos na sua garganta sem qualquer aviso, você engasgou e ele riu.

— Nenhuma vadia tem uma buceta tão aberta e gostosa pra mim. Você gosta de ser meu brinquedo, não é?

— Clar-

Você não conseguiu terminar, os dedos indo ainda mais fundo em sua garganta.

— Sente minha porra em você, não é isso que você é pra mim? Um deposito de esperma?

Foi o que ele disse antes de finalmente gozar dentro de você, deixando você suja com o esperma dele.

Talvez branco fosse sua nova cor favorita.

— Eu vou fazer isso ficar aqui, nessa bucetinha gostosa que eu alarguei.

Tateou o bolso da calça e sorriu quando achou um plug, colocando dentro de você para 'segurar' o esperma dele.

Então te virou, limpando suas lágrimas e deixando um beijo em sua testa.

— Agora a gente vai voltar pra mesa, ok? Quando chegarmos em casa, eu cuido de você.

Quando abriu a porta do banheiro, a primeira visão que você teve foi Hoseok de braços cruzados encarando vocês dois. Era óbvio que ele sabia o que havia acontecido ali.

— Vocês dois não tem decência?

[gigirassol-i]

── .✦ About Gigi’s blog

⤷ Por aqui, vou compartilhar minhas escritas e expressar meus sentimentos por meio delas.

⤷ Sou uma escritora amadora que escreve apenas por hobby no tempo livre, então não garanto muita frequência nos posts, mas prometo tentar!

⤷ Além disso, também quero interagir com pessoas que possuem os mesmos interesses que eu, então sinta-se à vontade para me mandar asks.

⤷ E, além de interagir comigo, você também pode fazer pedidos de oneshots, headcanons e etc! Só peço que fique atenta(o) às regrinhas :)

⤷ Tenho mais afinidade para escrever sobre o NCT (escrevo com todos os membros, mas principalmente com o Jaehyun), mas também escrevo sobre outros grupos masculinos e femininos.

⤷ Não escrevo sobre BTS nem sobre ídols polêmicos. Fora isso, estou aberta a pedidos envolvendo idols de qualquer grupo.

⤷ Não escrevo smut, apenas sugestivo. Escrevo fluff, angst, crack, headcanons e fake texts. Sinta-se livre pra ser criativa(o) nos pedidos!

⤷ É isso! Espero que goste das minhas escritas. Se gostar, por favor, deixe uma curtida — isso me motiva a continuar hehe <3

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Son Hyunseok. ✦ Faceclaim e função: J-Hope - BTS. ✦ Data de nascimento: 18/02/1994. ✦ Idade: 29 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Comunicativo, justo, independente. ✦ Defeitos: Individualista, desbocado, teimoso. ✦ Moradia: Elysian Fields. ✦ Ocupação: Gerente no Nectar Cafe. ✦ Twitter: @EF94SH ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Hyunseok é bem sossegado. Gosta de ter uma boa relação com os vizinhos e evita confusão. Mas também valoriza o cumprimento das regras de condomínio e fica muito bravo quando algo atrapalha o bem estar comum, como barulho fora dos horários permitidos.

TW's na bio: morte, doença, insinuações à síndrome de burnout. Biografia:

Hyunseok é o filho único de um casamento conturbado - sua mãe Sunhee se casou com um homem 20 anos mais velho, apesar das objeções de sua família. Son Yongsun acabou falecendo, vítima de um câncer de intestino, quando Hyunseok tinha três anos; e, seis anos depois, Sunhee também veio a falecer, vítima de um acidente de carro. A responsabilidade de criá-lo acabou caindo nas mãos do irmão mais velho de Sunhee que, embora fosse uma boa pessoa, sempre se submetia às vontades da esposa; e esta, por sua vez, nunca fez questão de esconder seu desagrado em ter que incluir Hyunseok em suas vidas. A constante sensação de ser um fardo fez com que Hyunseok se dedicasse firmemente aos estudos, decidido a conquistar a própria independência para nunca mais “atrapalhar” a vida de ninguém.

Assim que terminou o ensino médio, suas notas excepcionais concederam a ele uma bolsa para estudar Economia em uma universidade prestigiada, na qual se formou com honras, e sua inteligência e histórico impecável foram a porta de entrada para que ele conseguisse um estágio como assistente de um grande executivo em um banco conhecido. Sua diligência fez com que ele subisse rápido na empresa e, dois anos depois, ele já era assistente oficial, com uma jornada integral de oito horas… no mínimo.

O grande problema desse emprego era seu chefe: autoritário, aparentemente incapaz de sentir qualquer emoção humana, e que não via problema em demandar Hyunseok com pedidos cada vez mais esdrúxulos, frequentemente fora do horário de trabalho. Mas o rapaz se sujeitava a essa situação, acreditando ser o necessário para manter a própria estabilidade, e mais do que isso: crendo que, se perdesse o emprego, perderia também seu valor como pessoa.

Mas trabalhar indiscriminadamente, sem pausa, férias ou ao menos dedicar um tempo de seu dia a alguma atividade prazerosa, eventualmente cobra seu preço. Hyunseok se sentia cansado e já não sentia mais motivação em seu trabalho, ou em qualquer outro aspecto da sua vida. A gota d’água para ele foi quando seu chefe o obrigou a abandonar um projeto pelo qual havia adquirido grande apreço em favor de outro no qual Hyunseok não via valor algum. Cansado de trabalhar tantos anos sem nunca ter suas vontades ou necessidades atendidas, ele pediu as contas, saindo do trabalho que, apesar do bom retorno financeiro, nunca o fez feliz.

Com as suas economias, ele se mudou do pequeno apartamento que tinha perto do trabalho para se mudar para Acropolis, alugando um apartamento em Elysian Fields. Após reservar um mês de merecidas férias, ele começou a procurar por outro trabalho, e acabou encontrando-o em um ambiente que já lhe era bastante familiar.

Hyunseok sempre gostou dos coworkings - eram seu ambiente de conforto quando precisava pensar longe da pressão do ambiente corporativo. Agora tinha a oportunidade de trabalhar em um e, apesar da mudança drástica de vida, pela primeira vez ele se sente leve e genuinamente satisfeito com a própria vida e com os rumos que ela vinha tomando.

🥇 Boca de Sacola da Vizinhança 🏆 ✦ Prêmio conquistado no Momuscar 2024, que ocorreu durante o evento ARA: Acropolis Residents Awards. Esse personagem foi o que mais recebeu votos na categoria “maior historiador/fofoqueiro do condomínio”. [Total de votos recebidos: 04].

[dongyohq]

Boas vindas, @DY97KJ!

Básico

Nome: Kang Junseo Faceclaim: Jungkook (BTS) Data de nascimento: 16 de dezembro de 1997 Gênero: masculino Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, coreano Ocupação: Produtor Musical Moradia: Hoenamu-ro 41-gil, apto. 54, 5° andar com @DY95YT

Características

Qualidades: otimista, sincero, bem-humorado Defeitos: impulsivo, impaciente, distraído

Biografia

TW: N/A

Kang Junseo, que nasceu em 16 de dezembro de 1997 em Busan, é um produtor musical, compositor e músico sul-coreano que adotou o pseudônimo JOHNNY. Ele pertence a uma família de médicos conceituados no país, mas optou por seguir o seu sonho de ter uma carreira artística, contrariando a tradição familiar. Depois de concluir o ensino médio, ele entrou na Faculdade de Música da Universidade Nacional de Seul, com o auxílio financeiro dos pais, mesmo sem a aprovação deles.

Na faculdade, Junseo ampliou os seus horizontes e fez novas amizades, como Colde, um veterano que o acolheu e se tornou um grande amigo. Pouco antes de se formar, Johnny teve o seu apoio financeiro cortado pelos pais, mas Colde o convidou para trabalhar na WAVY, uma gravadora independente, onde ele continuou trabalhando após se formar. Como JOHNNY, colaborou em algumas co-produções em álbuns de artistas pequenos da gravadora, incluindo Colde, que está no início de sua carreira como cantor e rapper atualmente.

As ambições de Junseo no mundo da música não são de se tornar famoso, pelo menos não a parte de ser reconhecido na rua. Como um bom ambivertido, o produtor se sente melhor quando entre poucos amigos do que com muitas pessoas e ele sendo o centro das atenções. Suas influências principais na música são o rock e r&b, mas escutar músicas de artistas e gêneros diferentes é o seu hobby favorito, porque também é sua forma de estudar e estar sempre atualizado dentro da profissão que escolheu. Além de tocar guitarra e violão, também toca bateria, teclado e baixo. Sua experiência com instrumentos desde muito jovem o levou a participar de uma banda na época da faculdade por um curto periodo de tempo, onde ele tocava guitarra e fazia backing vocal, mas depois que o vocalista da banda saiu e começaram a insistir pra ele o substituir cantando, Kang acabou se afastando da banda também.

Junseo é um jovem otimista e apaixonado pela vida, mas não se envolve em relacionamentos românticos. Ele se identifica como pansexual, não fuma, mas bebe e tem a mente aberta para quase tudo. Começou a se tatuar na época da faculdade e não parou mais, tendo o braço direito inteiro todo decorado com artes de um amigo tatuador muito talentoso e alguns piercings no rosto (e um secreto no mamilo direito). Apesar do seu pavor de ter a atenção de várias pessoas em si mesmo, também adora cantar, além de tudo o que ama fazer envolvendo música, mas só faz isso quando está sozinho, pelo menos quando está sóbrio.

OOC

TW: barata (mídia) e sangue (mídia) Temas de interesse: fluffy, friendship, hostility, smut, violence Conflitos: sim, mas me comunique com antecedência Disponibilidade: noite

[btsunniemoonie]

Enchanted under the Snow (M)

⤳ author: Admin Sunnie

⤳ pairing: Teacher!Min Yoongi x Virgin!Reader

⤳ rating: 18+

⤳ warnings: dirty talk, a little dry humping, virgin kink if you squint (mention of blood because Y/N’s a virgin), cock warming, Yoongi has a giant cock

⤳ genre: smut, fluff, 90s AU

⤳ songs i’ve listened to while writing: richard hawley - darlin’, urge overkill/neil diamond - girl, you’ll be a woman soon

You never really had something for events like this. It was only a way to gather some students together, the popular students having fun like always and the ones who weren't as lucky as them had to sit around the tables, awkwardly sipping on the non-alcoholic beverage, looking around with curious eyes.

You were neither of them.

You had your little group of friends which consisted of three boys, all in the same age as you and in your class, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. They all stood around you and in a tiny corner of the big gym, sipping on their punch and talking about how the popular people danced together, here and there dropping a joke and making all of you laugh.

Their company was the reason why you even were there – that was what you tried to talk yourself into, but you knew better.

You knew exactly why you were here and that exact reason stood a few meters away from you, clad in a dark blue suit, fitting to the motto of this year's winter ball, Enchanted under the Snow.

His dark hair fell messy into his face, his pretty nose was up high as he tipped down the deep red beverage that was in his cup, his lips slightly red due to the liquid, but not that you minded that at all. His face was sharp, just as his eyes, which skimmed around the whole gym, trying to make out if anyone was breaking the rules or if something happened that shouldn't happen. He had a strong presence, he always had and he always oozed an authoritarian vibe which often made you tremble in your seat when he talked about the story of Dorian Grey.

It made him look all the more delicious, the way he talked about something that fascinated him. It ignited a spark in his students, but most importantly, he sparked something in you, something that you never felt before. It was an addicting feeling and such a forbidden one too – you found yourself fantasizing about his plush lips often, especially on lonely nights, imagining how wonderful his lips must feel on around your throbbing cli-

“Hey, ___, you're drooling.”, Jimin suddenly snapped you out of your unholy thoughts and you grumbled a little, trying to tear your gaze away from the beauty and sipping on your cup, making Jimin laugh gleefully.

“You're still into the literature professor?”, Jungkook asked you surprised, his eyebrows shooting up as he sent the aforementioned one an obvious look, causing you to grab his arm and yank him back so he was looking at you again.

“Could you maybe shut up?! I don't want everyone to find out, geez, what's going on with the two of you?! I am not crushing on him!”, you tried to defend yourself, your cheeks flaming up and your words coming out way too fast, your face betraying yourself completely.

The three guys in front of you only shared a look and then grinned mischievously.

“She's still totally into him”, Taehyung declared, the other two boys nodding in agreement. “And she isn't even subtle about it. C'mon, ___, you can do better than that. I watch you every time we have him and I know your I would fuck you look way too well.”, Jungkook suddenly said, making you look up at him, puffing your cheeks out.

“And why do you think you know how that look looks? We're both virgins, how could you even know that, huh?”, you tried to sound ignorant, but your tiny grin betrayed you – you already knew that Jungkook knew you better than that, you two almost grew up together as you were neighbours.

“It's the same look you give Johnny Depp when we watch 21 Jump Street and it's the same look I throw to Kim Namjoon.”, he stated quite bluntly, making you and the other two boys gasp at Jungkooks statement. You knew of Jungkooks crush on Namjoon, but did he really have to call you out on Johnny Depp? That was just mean.

“Are you crazy?! What if anyone hears you?!”, Jimin tried to scold the younger one, but he was way too distracted by the football star of the college, who was currently dancing with the head cheerleader.

“Let a bitch dream”, Jungkook sighed, his lips slightly pouted before he looked to the side, the sight of his crush dancing with someone else making his chest ache.

“But anyways, who wouldn't look at Johnny Depp like that? He's a fucking feast and you know that”, you quickly pulled the conversation back into another direction, not wanting your best friend to mourn over the college's jock.

Taehyung agreed, tipping his chin a little bit, “I have to agree. I can't say anything about Johnny. He's just hot.” Jimin shrugged but then nodded too, “Definitely. I don't think anyone could turn him down.”

“See Jungkook! It isn't only me who gives him that look!”, you grinned triumphantly, you eyes sparkling a little bit as you thought you had him now.

“Still doesn't change the fact that you look like that at Mr. Min too.”, he quickly destroyed your tiny win, making you all tiny once again and looking to the side.

“He's right. Just admit it. We all know you want him to pop your cherry.”, Jimin now said, his lips around the rim of his cup, looking to the side and trying to not look into your eyes – not to challenge the beast in you you inhabited sometimes.

At Jimin's audacious statement you gasped angrily, your cheeks already red by now but at that moment you didn't know if it was because of anger or embarrassment or both.

“Y'know, I don't need to listen about the three of you accusing me of something that isn't true. I'll go get myself something new to drink, maybe you'll decide on another topic than the non-existent interest I have in my professor!”, you huffed angrily, throwing your head back and sending the three a bitchy and mean glare before you walked to the self-made bar, taking the ladle of the big bowl and putting yourself in some of the punch.

“Stupid fucks”, you muttered to yourself, watching the three from safe distance grinning at you stupidly. Why were they grinning like that either way? They should feel ashamed! Teasing a girl like that wasn't a sign of chivalry, it was a sign of ignorance and being an asshole or, them just being your best friends.

Because despite them teasing you to no end, you did the same to them too and you loved them for that, all three of you knew how to handle each other and they knew you didn't mean it truly – although you maybe meant it 5%.

When you peeked to the three again, they still didn't look away from you with their stupid grins all plastered across their faces. What was going on? Did you have something on your dress? Was there a stain? You looked down at yourself, not seeing anything on the light blue fabric, frowning to yourself. What the hell did they want from you?

You huffed once again and turned around, wanting to take the ladle again and just when you took it your eyes fell onto it – seeing the lithe fingers already curled around the ladle, your fingerpads touching the soft hand of the one and only man that occupied your thoughts since he started to teach at this college.

“Oh, Miss ___, you wanted to drink something too?”, his dark voice caressed your eardrums, the music in the background suddenly not feeling so obnoxiously loud anymore, everything sounded dull compared to his voice.

“Eh-eh yeah b-but y-you were there first-so d-drink please, Mr. Min!”, you stammered and cussed at yourself mentally. Were you totally dense? Were you a little middle college girl who wasn't able to talk to someone she found pretty?

But Mr. Min wasn't someone you only thought was pretty. Sure, he was pretty, beyond that, he was absolutely ethereal with his coal eyes and pitch-black hair, his marble-like skin, and his virile features, but there was more to him. He was so intelligent, so well-spoken and just overall perfect that you couldn't help yourself, you really were head over heels falling for him, although he was your professor and several years older than you.

He chuckled darkly at your little stutter, shaking his head softly and pouring some punch into his cup and then into yours, making you nod thankfully while sporting a slight blush. He stepped next to you, sipping on his cup and looking around, pushing one of his hands into his front pocket, your eyes scanning him from bottom to top.

“I really thought anyone would try to get some alcohol in here.”, Mr. Min suddenly started, his eyes straying to the sports jocks, “Are they that good at hiding it or am I getting older?”, he asked you now, chuckling a little bit at your flustered and shy behaviour, especially as you gently shook your head at him.

“No, you aren't. The kids who drink alcohol are probably outside at the nearby park, laughing about us students who are here and dance.”, you commented and Mr. Min hummed slightly, “Ah, is that so? So you aren't one to drink?”

His question caught you off guard and you looked up at him with big eyes, shaking your head a little. “Never was the one to. I once tried it put I really didn't like the taste. I stick to my juice boxes.”, you admitted, now way more relaxed in front of him, as something in his voice always was able to settle you down. You just got caught off-guard when he suddenly touched you. You still felt the slight buzzing feeling on your fingertips and you had to admit that you liked it more than you should.

Mr. Min laughed at that, this laugh was different than the chuckle before however. This one was genuine and a little gleeful too, obviously very amused by your words, his eyes crinkling the slightest bit, “That's good, you shouldn't start to drink as early as I did. My liver never thanked me for that.” The way he laughed made your chest all warm and your cheeks too, the butterflies starting to fly in your stomach and your head starting to get a little dazed, dazed by his damned charming self.

Now you were the one who giggled a little bit, your hand coming up to cover your mouth a little bit in a scandalous manner, “Don't tell me you were the one to party, Mr. Min!”

You sounded more flirting than you wanted to and you were surprised yourself, but the way his eyes sparkled for the fraction of a second as he heard your words, obviously getting the flirtatious tone and not being opposed to it, your heart hammered uncomfortably fast against your chest.

“You wouldn't believe it, but yes, I was. My roommate Seokjin and I were known for making the best drinks on campus and as everyone knew, we always got invited to parties.”, he gave you a tiny look into his college life and you listened to him attentively, not even caring that the three boys still looked at the two of you more than obviously.

“So you always had fun, huh?”

There was an obvious suggestive tone in your voice and you didn't know why you were so daring, did anyone put something into the punch or where was this new confidence coming from? Or was the need to have your cherry popped by the one and only Mr. Min so big that you threw all your morals away? Was he worth that?

When you looked into his eyes you already knew that he was, because he held your gaze relentlessly, the tension between the two of you palpable and without missing a beat he huskily replied, leaning a little down to you, “A lot of fun in every way you can imagine.”

He was so close you were able to make out the tiny moles on his flawless skin, his voice making you visibly shiver and your lips parting the slightest bit, “O-oh”, you stammered quite intelligently again, looking away all flustered and red-cheeked, your heart beating fast against your chest. All the newfound confidence was gone and that just because he leaned down to you and looked into your eyes? How weak were you? You truly hoped the guys didn't see you and when you looked up, you noticed that they indeed were gone, just as most of the guests of tonight's college dance.

It was already after 11 pm and you and the guys promised to meet outside to go to your homes again and although you truly didn't want to go and leave Mr. Min like that, you knew that you had to, unless you wanted all three of them to bitch about it until the end of college.

“I-Uhm, have to leave.”, you broke off the tension and the moment you shared with him, “The guys will be waiting for me I am sure, we wanted to go home together.”, you apologized to Mr. Min and he nodded at you, his eyes staying on your form as you walked out of the gym and on the college's parking lot, your eyes scanning the whole place.

As you didn't see any of your friends, panic bubbled up in you. Did they just leave without you? You couldn't make out the Hyundai Stellar of Jimin's and just then it dawned on you. Did they leave you there because they thought you wouldn't come home with them? Were you and Mr. Min that flirting that obviously?

You tried to fight the blush down your neck, gnawing on your bottom lip and asking yourself what to do now. The ride home was usually a ten-minute ride, but when you'd walk it could easily evolve into a thirty-minute walk, especially when you wouldn't take the short ways and you wouldn't walk through the parks. But was it was this late, you didn't want to go home alone, an uncomfortable feeling creeping up on your shoulders and the cold feeling too. You truly had to leave your coat in Jimins car, right?

Just when you were about to cry you heard a familiar voice calling out for you and you turned around, Mr. Min standing in front of you, clad in his big coat, his Mercedes keys in his right hand.

“Did they leave without you?”, he asked you, a soft tone to his voice and you nodded pitifully, his face softening as he took in your shaking and tiny form.

“I can give you a ride home.”, he offered you and walked up to you, taking off his coat and putting it around your shoulder, engulfing you in his delicious scent, your thoughts getting hazy and dazed again. “I would love that.”, you smiled a little at him, the tip of your nose a little red due the cold, the leaves around you still falling to the ground although there wasn't even a breeze. You followed him to his dark Mercedes and he held up the door for you. Ever the gentleman, you thought as you entered the car, smelling something that was undoubtedly him, making you oddly excited and realize that this was going to happen.

You just got into Mr. Mins car and he was about to drive you home. For ten minutes you'd be totally alone with him and in such a small space too. The thought alone made you absolutely excited and you couldn't really hide it. Too often you dreamed about how it'd be if you'd ever have the luck of being completely alone with him and now that you truly were, you found yourself drowned in unholy thoughts. How nice it would be to be squished against him in such a small room, how nice it would be to feel his skin against yours, how nice it would be to hear his dark voice muttering the dirtiest words there were. It didn't take long and you started to rub your thighs together in an attempt to ease the tingle that started between your legs.

“We have to wait until the motor gets warm”, Mr. Min suddenly said, the low noises of the radio slowly merging into the background. You looked up at him with big eyes, almost feeling like he caught you doing something that you weren't allowed to. But you only saw his fingers curled around the steering wheel, his knuckles slightly white due to the force of it. Why was he grasping the wheel this hard?

Yoongi asked himself if you truly thought he didn't notice the way you eyed him down and how you rubbed your thighs together or if you did it on purpose, wanting to drive him mad because you knew exactly that he wasn't allowed to act on the obvious attraction he had for you. He often had to reprimand himself when he looked at you too intensely when you were working or when he rutted himself to sleep to the thought of you.

He knew it wasn't right and he knew that it wasn't legal too – it was frowned upon, even if you were in the legal age to have sex with him. Those thoughts weren't good and Yoongi knew but still, he couldn't help himself when you looked so delectable right next to him.

You two were flirting earlier and you both knew. It was obvious, very much at that and he thought the tension back in the gym hall was quite big but now, now that he was in the car with you and in such a small space, he almost choked at the tension and you did too.

“Mr. Min”, you murmured quietly, your voice nothing more than a whisper but loud enough for Yoongi to hear, so he looked to you, his eyebrow raising the slightest bit, “Hmm?”

“Did you put on the air conditioner? It's getting so warm here..”, you mumbled, sliding off Yoongis coat and sighing as soon as the air hit your bare skin, slightly fanning some air to yourself, very glad that you chose an off-shoulder dress for this occasion.

“You were freezing earlier, I had to-”, he started and wanted to turn it off, but you stopped him, your fingertips touching his once again, a slight buzz going through both of your hands, “Don't put it off. It's okay. I like it warm.”, you smiled a little bit and let your fingerpads wander over his hand, making Yoongi shiver for a moment, your eyes meeting for what felt like an eternity. It was at this moment that both of you knew that something was going to happen tonight and both of you wanted it too.

“___... What are you doing, hm?”, he asked you when you started to touch the collar of his button-down, his eyes focused on you, especially as you started to touch his throat all curiously and carefully, “I am touching you, Mr. Min.”, you said innocently, tilting your head a little bit, “Am I not allowed, Mr.Min?~”

He keened a little into your touch, letting you touch his throat to your heart's content until he felt your fingers fiddling with his deep blue tie. Within seconds he grabbed your wrist, looking deeply into your eyes while leaning closer to you. He knew what you wanted and he knew that he wanted it too, the temptation of the forbidden fruit so close to him, driving him almost insane, but he also knew just how wrong it was.

There was a tiny thread that held him to his morals, that screamed at him to just bring you home and stay away from you, but there was a bigger part of him that wanted it. That wanted you, in the rawest form he could have you. You weren't just a body he wanted to own, you were a soul he wanted to mingle with, to get one with. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, only to open them again and look into yours, his eyes searching for any tiny evidence of doubt in yours.

But there was none.

“Do you want this?”, he asked you, his hand reaching out for you and engulfing your cheek, softly rubbing the soft flesh with his thumb, watching your face which was illuminated by the street lamp in front of his car, your big and sparkling eyes looking into his relentlessly.

“I never wanted anything more than this, Mr. Min.”, you breathed out, leaning your face into his touch just the way you always wanted to.

Suddenly, he came closer to you, leaning over the gear lever, careful not to touch anything as he brushed his lips against yours, a tiny gasp leaving your lips. Was this how your first kiss was going to be? With your literature professor?

You smiled at the thought, your eyes fluttering shut as you closed the distance between the two of you, stealing a kiss from him and making it official.

You never thought that lips could taste and feel this good. This plush, this soft and this undoubtedly delicious, but maybe that was just because those lips belonged to Mr. Min. It was like a firework igniting between the two of you, your lips moving against each other, one of your hands finally being able to untie his tie, throwing it haphazardly onto the backseats.

Your fingers fiddled with the first buttons of his button-down, opening them and touching a man's chest for the first time, your other hand carding through his hair, making it even messier than before. His own hand came up to your hair, grabbing you by the base and pulling you closer to him, his other hand placed on your thigh and grabbing it firmly.

It felt marvellous, the way his hands felt on you and how you felt him up. His skin was absolutely perfect, it was soft and you were able to make out with a few touches that he kept his body in shape, his chest being a little harder. A tiny gasp fell from Mr. Mins lips as soon as you brushed his nipple, pulling away from your lips and looking into your eyes.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes hazy and his lips were kissed red. You bit down on your bottom lip, letting your eyes wander over his messed up hair and his opened button-down, rubbing your thighs against each other once again, the sight alone making your pussy throb with want.

You looked equally as out of it and Yoongi couldn't hold himself back, not when his pants got uncomfortably tight.

He undid his seatbelt, suddenly standing up and climbing into the back of the car, sitting down and finally putting off the jacket of his suit. He opened all the buttons of his button-down and spread his legs widely, giving you a perfect look on his hard-on. You salivated at the sight, how the hell was it even allowed to be this sensual?

“Come to your professor and let him take care of you”, he rasped into the air, making you jump into action and sitting on his lap, your the hem of your dress revealing more and more of your thighs.

You situated yourself perfectly on his boner, your clit throbbing against his pants, making you moan into his hold. Without hesitation he curled his arms around you, guiding you against his cock and causing the both of you to moan although you both still were completely dressed, your lips locked in a heated kiss, him intruding your hot cavern and starting to twirl his tongue around yours.

“Please”, you whined into the kiss, totally overwhelmed by the onslaught of feelings, the tingle between your legs only growing and growing, the grinding only making you hornier than more.

“Please Mr. Min. I want you.”, you whispered sensually, curling your arms around his neck, accentuating your statement as you ground especially hard against him, making him moan against your lips.

“I need to prepare you”, he hushed you, “Sit up.”

You did as ordered, sitting up a little bit and steadying yourself at the backrest of the seats just right next to his head while tilting your head to the side questioningly.

“Preparing me? Why do you need to prepa...-”, you wanted to ask him but got cut off as you felt his index and middle finger running up and down your already soaked panties, circling your clit and your entrance too.

“Mr. Min!”, you moaned into his touch, loving the way his fingers felt on your pussy and wishing nothing more than to rip your panties off so you could feel his fingers unfiltered, “Please! Put them away, my panties please!”

“It's my utmost pleasure”, he groaned and peeled your panties off your soaked cunt, grabbing the fabric that just hugged your pussy and ripping it away. Before you could even comprehend it or complain about it, he already had his fingers on your bare pussy now, causing you to let out a long and loud moan.

“Fuck, yes! Yes, Mr. Min, it feels so good please don't stop”, you begged, moving your hips against his fingers, him watching you absolutely endeared while he licked his lips.

“Do you like that, little dove?”, he asked you and you nodded frantically, embarrassingly close to your climax already.

“Yes yes, I love it! Please don't stop with it, I'm gonna-I'm gonna-”, you started to chant, your hips starting to move more erratically, coming undone underneath his fingers. You fell onto him completely, your face nestled against his neck.

You grabbed the fabric of the backrests violently and you threw your head back while Yoongi rode out your orgasm with his fingers, suddenly slipping two of them into you with elegant ease.

The feeling of your first orgasm slowly ebbed away and just then you felt it.

A slight stretch, a stretch that was so delicious that you immediately yearned for more.

“Mhhh Mr. Min”, you cried against his neck, softly kissing and licking at his skin, starting to hear the faint noises of the radio mixed with the squelching noises that undeniably came from your pussy, “Your fingers are in me.”

He nodded at you, starting to finger your squelching cunt, “Does it feel good?”

“It feels foreign”, you stuttered out, trying to accustom to the feeling how having something in you for the first time.

“You're a virgin, huh?”, he asked you, the tone of his voice not mocking, if anything, he sounded oddly turned on, “Never had fingers in that tiny pussy of yours, huh?” You moaned at his lewd words, nodding and fucking yourself on his fingers as the initial weird feeling transformed into a feeling of hot pleasure.

“Never had fingers in me, Mr. Min. Never had a cock in me, Mr. Min. Yours is going to be the first”, you mewled and he moaned at your words, scissoring you open, your juices staining his back seats but he couldn't care less. Not when you were this exposed in front of him.

“You're a naughty one, huh? Don't think I wouldn't notice how you gush on my fingers when I talk so dirty to you”, he teased you, a dark chuckle leaving his lips at your whine, his fingers suddenly reaching a point that made your jaw go slack and your sight to blackout for a tiny second.

The sound that left your lips was something that was foreign to your own ears and you grasped Yoongis shoulder to remind yourself that you were here, here with him.

“Fuck!”, you cried out, “What's-what's that?! Mr. Min, please touch it again, it's so good, so so so good!”, you babbled and Yoongis dick twitched in his pants, complying to your wish and rubbing at your g-spot while he opened his zipper with one hand, getting his cock out of the confines of his underwear, finally freeing it.

“It's your g-spot, little dove. And call me Yoongi.”, he demanded from you, but you only moaned around his fingers, not being able to make out anything else than a fire that ignited between your legs.

As Yoongi felt you clench around his fingers especially hard, he stopped, slipping his fingers out of you completely and smearing your juices all over his cock. You looked down and between his legs, watching him doing such a lewd thing, your eyes growing incredibly big.

“Your cock is so big.”, you gasped, looking up into his eyes again, “How is your cock going to fit?”

Yoongi couldn't help the dark chuckle that left his lips at your cute but yet so dirty words, “I prepared you for a reason, little one. Now lay down.”

With trembling legs you complied to his wish, laying down on the seats and spreading your legs willingly for him, even holding your dress up to reveal your dripping cunt to his hungry eyes.

“You look so innocent”, he murmured, tracing his fingers that were still slightly damp from your arousal over your cheek, suddenly grabbing the fabric that shielded your chest and yanking it down to reveal you bare in front of him. He licked his lips at the sight.

“No bra?”

“Very uncomfortable in such a dress”, you shyly said, your hands coming up to hide yourself but he stopped you with one look only.

“Don't hide when you just revealed your dripping pussy a few seconds ago.”, he commanded and you nodded at him, your hands reaching for him and making grabby hands at him.

He looked at you, enjoying the view of you so exposed and sprawled out for his hungry eyes only. It was a delightful sight and he truly never wanted to forget it, he wanted to see you like that over and over again. He wanted to make you moan and cry out, again and again, he wanted nothing more than to be with you fully.

“Please, make me yours Yoongi.”, you whispered and broke him out of his thoughts, slowly leaning over you and grabbing his cock to rub his head against your bare pussy.

You let out a moan, your cheeks all red and warm due to the onslaught of feelings you felt, throwing your head back and watching the fog collect on the windows of his car.

You were glad about that, this way no one was able to see what was going on inside of the car.

“Are you ready?”, he asked you and you looked back at him, nodding, “More than ready.”

He chuckled at that, slowly sheathing himself inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the stinging pain, your chest rising and falling rapidly as quick huffs and puffs left your lips.

Just when you thought it got a little better, the inched more into you and you let out a cry, arching your back into his hold, silently whimpering. At that, he slowly let his fingertips trail over the inner of your thighs, making your muscles relax more and more.

“Relax, little dove. I am here. Mr. Min is here and he'll take care of you.”, he whispered, slowly leaning more to you and talking against your lips. He waited for you to accustom more to his girth, himself having to control himself and not to fuck into your tight virgin pussy like he wanted to.

“Can I?”, he asked you hurriedly and you hummed in affirmation, taking a deep breath and taking in the last inches of him.

You never thought the feeling of being full felt this fucking good. It was like all you wished for, you felt complete, stretched to a painfully pleasurable point.

Yoongi gulped above you, his hands right next to your head to steady himself, waiting for you to give him a sign so he was able to continue.

After a while, the pain fully transformed into pleasure and you looked up at him, your hands on his chest, softly touching his nubs, “Please, move.”

And so he did.

He pulled out completely only to slap his hips right back into you, the squelching sounds now even louder than before, as both of your arousals and your blood made it more easy for him to move inside of you.

You moaned loudly and he did too, thrusting into you at a nice and steady pace, not too fast and not too slow, the whole car starting to move. He didn't want to go rampage on you on your first night, no, that was saved for other nights.

“Fuck, would you look at that”, he hissed, looking between the two of you and watching your pussy swallow his thick cock, “Your greedy virgin pussy is taking my thick cock so well, how can this be hm? How can such a tight virgin pussy swallow my dick so well?”

He felt you clench around his cock and his movements stuttered for a moment, “Such a whore for dirty talk, aren't you?”

You nodded frantically, curling your hands underneath his button-down and around his torso.

“Yes Yoongi, so much! My pussy is taking your cock so well because I was made for you, made for your cock, made for you to fuck!”, you cried out especially loud as he reached your g-spot again and you knew, you knew you wouldn't last long anymore.

He got goosebumps at your words, slamming his hips into you with more fervour now, always rubbing the tip of his cock against your most sensitive spot, “Mhhhm that's right. Your little pussy is made to take my big cock, right? Your pussy just wants my big cock, hm?”

You couldn't stop moaning, the feeling of him hitting your most delicious spots over and over again, the drool already dripping down the corners of your mouth. You suddenly felt how the knot in your tummy started to get tighter and tighter, tingles rising all over your body, the pleasure fogging your mind and consuming your eyesight too.

Yoongi felt how you suddenly clenched around him and held his cock firmly nestled in you and he bit down on his lip, “Are you coming?”, he gritted through his teeth, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge the more your walls sucked his cock in.

“Yes! Yes I am about to cum, please, please cum with me, Mr. Min!”, you broke out in incoherent moans, Yoongi keeping his pace up, the tip of his cock bluntly assaulting your g-spot and that was the last thing that you needed to cum undone once again, crying out his name.

For one moment Yoongi thought you'd cut his blood circulation as you tightened yourself around him that hard, he thought he was going to lose his mind, drilling into your dripping cunt and releasing himself in you in hot spurts, all the tension between the two of you finally exploding into the first and most mind-blowing orgasm you ever had.

The both of you tried to calm your breathing down, silent gasps and deep intakes of air being heard.

He fell on you and you sighed contently, liking the way of feeling his weight on you. A small formed on your lips, which quickly faded as soon as he intended to pull out, thinking that you might feel uncomfortable stuffed to the brim like that.

“No!”, you quickly stopped him, your hands finding his hair once again, carding your fingers through it, “Please, stay in me.”

He looked up at you in wonder, his head slightly tilted to the side, “Isn't it uncomfortable?”

You shook your head at him, your cheeks slightly getting red because of the embarrassment and he smiled warmly at you.

“Like being stuffed, huh?”, he asked you with an amused glint in his eyes, making you giggle shyly.

“I like being stuffed by you.”, you gave back and curled your arms around him, pulling him closer so you felt all of him on you.

Both of you stayed like that, calming yourselves down and just being with each other, enjoying the presence of each other.

“Mr. Min?”

“I said you can call me Yoongi”, he chuckled a little bit and nestled his face in the crook of your neck, softly kissing you and making you blush, obviously not getting the worried tone of your voice.

“Was this more for you than a mere fuck?”, you broke out, chewing on your bottom lip nervously as he heaved himself up to look into your eyes, seeing how much you struggled with keeping eye contact.

His heart felt heavy just when he looked at your stressed-out form, it painfully wrenched inside of his chest and he bit the inner of his cheek.

He already knew the answer, he already knew it the second he walked into the class.

You were more than a student.

More than a mere fuck.

“It was”, he honestly said, wiping a strand of hair from your face, a gentle smile on his lips, “It was way more than that.”

He softly leaned down and caught your lips in a kiss, feeling how a tear rolled down your cheek, his own getting slightly wet because of it. You weren't able to hold yourself together, too happy with the outcome of this night, not even wanting to think about how you didn't even want to go in the first place.

“Don't you cry”, he thumbed your tear away, a soft and gentle spark in his eyes, “I am here for you now. I am here and I am not planning on leaving.”

You smiled at him, pecking his lips, love and adoration bubbling up in your chest.

“Will you always be there for me?”, you asked him, obviously meaning that he'll still be there when you would graduate.

“I'll always be.”, he said without hesitation, meaning every word and locking lips with you once more and you believed him. You believed him with every fiber of your being and at that moment you knew. You just knew you both would stay together.

“I like you, Yoongi.”, you quietly murmured and you thought your heart would stop beating in your chest when you were met with silence.

But that didn't last long. Yoongi slowly kissed up your neck, looking deeply into your eyes and smiling lovingly.

“Even though not everyone will be able to understand what we have and share, we will be together. We will be in our own little world and no one will be able to intervene in it. It will be our own world. Our own little safe haven. I have the same feelings you have for you, ___.”

Your heart swelled in your chest at his words, feeling euphoric at the fact that he shared what you felt for him and you pulled him into another kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips and letting yourself fall into it.

Until a thought suddenly crossed your mind and your eyes grew wide, pulling your lips away from his and looking into his eyes like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

“What is going on?”

“... I am not on the pill.”

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JUNGKOOK x READER

Sábado 10 de abril 19:23

Argentina, Buenos Aires, Palermo

Tattoo Studio

   ¿Alguna vez te has imaginado sombrear la cara de una chica japonesa en la piel de otra persona? Las manos tienen que ser firmes para soportar la vibración de la máquina. Si fuera descuidada, la aguja penetraría demasiado, si se apresurara, las líneas se torcían, si tenía miedo no podría hacerse el tatuaje.

 Aunque amo hacer tatuajes nunca voy a entender el querer inmortalizar en nuestros cuerpos símbolos que van desde religiosos hasta macabros. Aquí, sin movilidad en una camilla, recibieron tortura pagada para luego irse felices.

 Por alguna extraña razón el lugar estaba vacío, quiero decir, junto a mis compañeros, estuvimos tatuando todo el día pero a diferencia de los días “normales” hoy fueron la mayoría tatuajes pequeños. Entonces al ver que no había más turnos, todos empezaron a irse a su casa, quedando solo yo.

 Me encontraba sentada detrás del mostrador, escuchando música por los parlantes del lugar, golpeteando la punta de mi pie en el suelo al ritmo de la canción.

 Respiré hondo. Debería estar en mi casa pero justo hoy me había tocado cerrar a mí. Empezó a sonar una canción demasiado triste, por lo que tuve que agarrar el control y apuntar en dirección al parlante principal para cambiarla, o bueno, en esas estaba cuando sentí el tintineo de la puerta abriéndose y esa certeza de que alguien está entrando.

 Vire los ojos en esa dirección  y di con dos hombres, uno más alto que el otro. El más alto, que venía en mi dirección, tenía un buzo azul, pantalón negro y un gorro del mismo color que tapaba todo su cabello, a excepción de un mechón rubio; y el más bajo, quien quedo atrás, tenía el cabello rosado, llevaba un pantalón negro, una remera con dibujos en negro y blanco, una camisa a cuadros. Ambos llevaban puesto tapabocas, por lo que no podía ver sus rostros en totalidad.

— Hola —dije mientras presionaba el botón para bajar el volumen de la música—. ¿Puedo ayudarles en algo?

— Yo… —hablo el más alto, mientras que el peli-rosa se dirigía hacia los sillones—. Yo tengo un turno para un tatuaje.

Me quede pensando unos segundos ya que Micaela, la chica que se encarga de dar y agendar los turnos, no había dicho que había alguien más para hoy.

— Podrías darme tu nombre —le di una leve sonrisa mientras posicionaba mi mano en el mouse de la computadora y presionaba en calendario, ya que ahí anotaba los turnos.

— Justin Hernández.

 Me fijé el listado dos veces y no había nada, así que pase agarre la libreta donde algunas veces anotaban turnos de último momento. Y no, tampoco había nada.

— Disculpe pero su nombre no está escrito en ningún lado —hable mientras seguía mirando la libreta.

— Eh, yo —levante la mirada y vi que estaba jugando con sus dedos—. Mi nombre es Jeon Jungkook, soy parte de una banda llamada BTS —yo fruncí el ceño a lo que él aclaro: —, soy de Corea del Sur —bajo la cabeza—, entonces…

— ¿Viajaste desde Corea hasta aquí solo por un tatuaje? —él levantó la mirada y me miró confundido.

 ¿De todo lo que me había dicho solo había prestado atención a eso? Si. Quiero decir. ¿Dónde viste una persona que viaja de un continente a otro solo por un tatuaje?

— ¿Eso está mal?

— No, pero… —pensé en hacerle el tatuaje o decirle lo que le hubiese dicho a cualquiera, que saque un turno. Pero había venido desde muy lejos, muy, muy lejos, podría…—. ¿De qué tamaño es el tatuaje que quieres?

— Creo que este tamaño —puso sus manos al frente mío moviéndolas un poco hasta quedar, casi, del tamaño de una hoja A4—. Incluso… —metió su mano en el bolsillo trasero de su pantalón y saco un papel, que al desdoblarlo pude ver que era un boceto—, es este —lo acerco un poco a mi rostro.

— Tiene muchos detalles, este tatuaje seguro lleve más de tres horas —pase mis dedos por encima del dibujo, el cual, sin ser delicado, era preciso, incluso se llegaba a distinguir el más mínimo detalle—. Es muy tarde y…

Aunque no podía ver toda su cara, distinguí como sus las esquinas de sus ojos cayeron y se pusieron cristalinos. Estaba decepcionado. Miró hacia atrás en dirección a donde estaba sentado el chico peli-rosa. Este se encontraba viendo unas revistas, inmerso de todo lo que estaba pasando. Cuando Jungkook volvió con su vista a mí, agarro con cuidado el boceto del tatuaje para volver a doblarlo.

Habían viajado hasta aquí solo por un tatuaje, tal vez, solo tal vez podría…

— Podría hacerte el tatuaje por partes —digo rápido llamado su atención—, podemos empezar remarcando todo lo que está en negro, y en la siguiente sesión hacemos los detalles con color.

— Me gusta la idea, podemos hacerlo de esa manera —se bajó el tapabocas y vi cómo sonreía sin mostrar los dientes.

 Mierda. Era lindo, muy atractivo.

 Él volvió a mirar en dirección al otro chico y levanto un poco la voz para decirle: — Yoongi hyung, me van a hacer el tatuaje. ¿Prefiere quedarse o ir al hotel?

 El chico peli-rosa, con el ahora nombre de “Yoongi”, hizo un gesto con su mano dando a entender que se quedaría aquí.

 Jungkook volvió su vista a mi dirección y esta vez sonrió abiertamente, enseñándome unos dientes perfectos y blancos, y yo... no pude más que contestar con el mismo gesto: —Vamos, así paso el dibujo en el papel transfer y me dices en donde voy a hacer el tatuaje.

 Antes de ir hacia mi puesto, donde iba a hacer el tatuaje, fui hacia la puerta, puse el cartel de “cerrado” y aseguré la puerta con llave. Principalmente lo hice porque no había nadie que atendiera en la recepción, y se encontraban dos personas famosas aquí. Si alguien entrara y reconociera al chico peli-rosa se armaría todo un problema.

 Me dirigí por uno de los pasillos, directo a mi habitación de tatuajes, siendo seguida por Jungkook. Cuando entramos le dije que se pusiera cómodo mientras yo pasaba el dibujo.

 Era increíble la cantidad de detalles que tenía, incluso podría jurar que este trabajo había sido hecho por un profesional, quiero decir, el chico tiene plata, si viajo a otro continente por un tatuaje tranquilamente podría pagarle al mejor diseñador por un dibujo.

— Lo hice yo —hablo como si hubiese escuchado lo que estaba pensando.

— ¿De verdad? —el asintió como respuesta—. Es muy lindo

— Gracias.

 Solo asentí y volví al dibujo, necesitaba pasar todo tal cual, o al menos las partes que estaban sin color.

— Ahora… —hable mientras comparaba por última vez el boceto original con el mío. Cuando mire en dirección a Jungkook, se encontraba viendo mi cuaderno de bocetos—. ¿Dónde lo quieres?

 Antes de poner su atención en mí, dejo el cuaderno sobre un estante.

— Aquí —se levantó un poco la remera para desajustar el cinturón que llevaba, seguido a eso desabotonó el botón de su pantalón y empezó a bajarlo hasta las rodillas—. Aquí quiero el tatuaje —apunto hacia su cadera izquierda bajando por sus muslos, hasta su rodilla.

 No pude evitar soltar un suspiro. Llevaba un bóxer negro y en el elástico tenia impresa la marca de Calvin Klein.

 ¿Acaso este chico no tenía vergüenza? Podría haberme apuntado la zona sin necesidad de bajarse los pantalones.

— Okey —me acerque de a poco y me fui agachando para colocar el papel donde me había señalado. Cuando vi que todo estaba en su lugar, quite el papel y agarre un gel que hacía que el dibujo se adhiera con más facilidad—. Vamos a empezar así que puedes ponerte cómodo.

— ¿Podemos hacerlo de pie?

— ¿Perdón?

— El tatuaje ¿Puedo quedarme parado mientras haces el tatuaje? —reformulo la pregunta, inclinando un poco la cabeza.

— Eh si, supongo que si —asentí mientras iba a buscar la silla donde yo me iba a acomodar—, si te es más cómodo estando parado, está bien.

 Definitivamente iba a ser una sesión larga.

— Ven —hago un gesto con mi mano para que se acerque más a mí, a lo que el obedece.

 Preparo todo en silencio, no sé muy bien que decir en verdad.

 Me acerco un poco más para colocar la plantilla sobre su cadera e ir presionando con mis dedos hasta llegar a su rodilla, a lo que siento como él se pone rígido en su lugar.

— Cálmate, todavía no agarro mi máquina como para que te pongas así —subo mis ojos y Jungkook baja la cabeza mirándome desde esa altura.

— Tus manos son mucho más peligrosas que esa máquina.

 Instintivamente quito mis manos de su muslo izquierdo y siento que mi respiración se agita.

— No sé cómo responderte eso.

 Se encoge de hombros y no dice nada más.

 Retiro con mucho cuidado la plantilla, viendo que el dibujo haya quedado perfectamente impreso en su piel.

— Listo —digo dando sonriendo—. Ahora por favor, ponte cómodo.

 Él retrocede un poco y se baja en totalidad los pantalones, seguido a eso levanta la parte inferior del buzo y empieza a subirlo hasta sacárselo, quedando en una remera sin mangas…… Este chico tiene uno de los brazos lleno de tatuajes, desde el hombro hasta los dedos. Había visto uno pequeños tatuajes en su mano pero nunca imagine que iba a tener todo un brazo tatuado.

 Me coloco los guantes e intento no hacerlo de manera torpe ya que me tiemblan las manos y las piernas. Posiciono mi silla de la mejor forma y preparo mi máquina. Su forma de mirarme hace que haga todo de manera más lenta para no cometer errores.

— Bueno, Jungkook ¿Estás listo? —Responde con un asentimiento—. Necesito que sostengas la parte interior del bóxer hacia arriba, así no choca contra el dibujo.

 Hace lo que le digo y es entonces cuando comienzo a tatuar su piel. Esto de alguna forma se siente algo demasiado íntimo e incómodo, cosa que no me había pasado antes con algún cliente.

 Lo veo hacer una mueca y no puedo evitar reír por lo bajo, al menos creo que este ambiente pesado se puede aligerar.

— ¿Duele?

— Sí, pero pensé que sería peor.

 Sonrío.

— Los de tu brazo, ¿dolieron? —alejo un poco la máquina para mirarlo un momento—, los tatuajes, digo —apunto con la cabeza y sigo tatuando.

— Dolieron pero fue soportable —sentí como hizo tronar su cuello—. Si quieres, después, te hago ver uno por uno.

 Siento algo de calor, mucho calor y no tiene nada que ver con el clima. Intento concentrarme y los siguientes minutos no la paso nada bien.

— Y... ¿Se puede saber cómo terminaste aquí?

— Hace tiempo quería hacerme este tatuaje, pero no podía hacérmelo en mi país.

— ¿Por qué? ¿Te siguen mucho las cámaras?

— A todos lados —rio—. Pero también tatuar es ilegal en Corea, aunque no es ilegal llevarlo, solo te pueden tatuar los que tienen una licencia médica.

 Lo mire con incredulidad.

— ¿O sea que, es legal llevar un tatuaje siempre y cuando te lo haya hecho un médico licenciado? —deje de tatuar y me aleje un poco para verlo a los ojos, y cuando asintió volví al tatuaje.

— Así que, como en otros países no es ilegal decidí buscar un lugar que hiciera tatuajes a mi gusto y encontré este lugar.

   Aunque no lo mire estaba segura que había sonreído; yo solo asentí y seguí inmersa en lo mío.

— Los tatuajes de tu brazo, ¿dónde te los hiciste?

— Corea pero fue un poco complicado, ya que salieron fotos del lugar a donde había ido, y empezaron a…

— ¿Te molestaron por eso? —lo mire unos segundos.

— Un poco, si —llevó la mano a su nuca lo que me dio a entender que estaba avergonzado.

 Volví con mi maquina a su cadera y seguí tatuando en silencio, hasta que por el rabillo del ojo lo miro hacer un movimiento.

 Sentí su mano en mi cabello y nuevamente aleje la maquina ya que me quede paralizada. Creo que nunca terminare este tatuaje.

 Tomó un mechón que tenía en el rostro que realmente me estaba molestando, con suavidad lo colocó detrás de mí oreja, lo oí suspirar.

— Me gusta tu cabello —dijo, tenía la vista fija en él.

— Gracias.

— También como te ves desde este ángulo.

 No digo nada y continuo con el tatuaje, es lo mejor que puedo hacer en estos momentos. No quiero decir algo estúpido, no quiero arruinar nada.

— ¿Estas cómoda?

— ¿No es algo que yo debería preguntarte?

— Supongo, pero ¿estas cómoda?

 Sonrío.

— Solo me siento... —intento buscar una palabra con la cual poder explicar cómo me siento pero no la encuentro.

— ¿Incomoda?

 Ladeo la cabeza.

— Esa no sería la palabra, pero va por buen camino.

— ¿Yo te incomodo? —su tono de voz es curioso.

 Levanto la mirada hacia él y niego rápidamente.

— Tú... solo me pones nerviosa —miro sus ojos— y eso es raro en mí.

— ¿Te cuento un secreto? —se acerca mucho más y no quita su mirada de mis labios—. Yo también me pongo así —frunzo el ceño a lo que él sigue con la explicación—. Digo, tener una chica linda que me mira desde abajo y una máquina que hace vibrar toda esa… —hace movimientos en círculos con su mano—… zona; creo que cualquier hombre se pondría nervioso.

 Sus ojos se encuentran con los míos y mi respiración se acelera de una manera absurda. Intento recordarme a mí misma que no soy una adolescente con las hormonas alborotadas.

— Yo…

 La puerta se abre y veo al peli-rosa, Yoongi, entrar.

— Me estaba aburriendo estando afuera, solo —pasa sus ojos de Jungkook a mí, y viceversa—. ¿Me puedo quedar aquí? No voy a molestar.

 Jungkook me mira a lo que yo asiento y me dirigí hacia Yoongi: — Puedes sentarte ahí —apunto a la camilla, a lo que el asiente y va hacia el lugar indicado.

 En las siguientes horas pude terminar el tatuaje en paz. Jungkook no me dijo nada más, solo mantenía conversación con Yoongi y recibía alguno que otro asentimiento o monosílabos por parte mía.

— Terminé —Coloqué la maquina en su lugar y me levanté—. Ven a verlo.

 Él se levantó y caminó hasta el espejo para verlo. Estaba nerviosa, quería que le gustase. Lo miró y me sorprendió cuando volteó hacia mí con una sonrisa genuina.

— Me gusta, en verdad me gusta.

 Reí de felicidad, parecía que un gran peso en mi espalda desapareció. Me quite los guantes y los coloque en su sitio.

— A mí también me gusto —comentó Yoongi acercándose un poco para verlo mejor—. Podría considerar hacerme uno.

 Él caminó hasta posicionarse en frente mío. Tuve que levantar la vista para poder mirarlo mejor.

— Gracias –otra vez la punzada de calor en mi pecho—. Creo que tenemos que irnos.

— Eh si —me gire un poco para agarrar el parche dérmico—. Tengo que ponerte esto.

 Hice todo con sumo cuidado y luego que se acomodó la ropa salimos hacia la recepción.

— Gracias —volvió a repetir una vez que le entregue se tarjeta de crédito.

— No es nada —sonreí un poco—. Tiene que volver después de 15 días.

— ¿Para terminar el tatuaje? —pregunto a lo que yo asentí—. Bien, entonces nos vemos pronto.

 Salió de la tienda seguido de Yoongi, quien agitó la mano en mi dirección, a lo que yo respondí con la misma acción.  

 Mire el reloj de la pared y estaban por ser las 01:16 de la madrugada a lo que suspire. Quince días más y lo volvería a ver.

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 — Listo, ya puedes subirte el pantalón —doy una última mirada y me alejo para sacarme los guantes y también, darle su espacio—. Esta vez viniste solo.

— Pensé que como iba a estar un corto tiempo no era necesario venir con los demás miembros.

— Supongo que sí.

— ¿Estás sola? —pregunta de forma rápida.

— ¿Cómo?

— Si no hay nadie más aquí.

— Algo así, todos se fueron a almorzar.

— Menos tú.

— Menos yo porque vino un cantante famoso a terminar su tatuaje.

— Sorry. —sonrió mostrando sus dientes y ladeaba la cabeza.

— No importa, creo que es mejor, a estas horas no andan muchas personas por la calle así que menos posibilidades de que alguien te reconozca.

— A estas horas, en Corea, están durmiendo —termino de acomodarse la ropa y se sentó sobre la camilla. Yo lo miraba desde una esquina, con la espalda apoyada en la puerta.

— ¿Tienes sueño?

— No, pero podría acostarme en esta camilla, es cómoda.

— ¿A qué hora sale tu vuelo?

— Cinco y media —bajo la cabeza, probablemente mirando sus pies.

— ¿Y mientras tanto?

— Podría pasar tiempo con mi tatuadora. —me miro pero sin levantar la cabeza. Se veía…tierno, como un niño pidiéndole a su mamá que cocine su comida favorita.

— ¿Qué planes tienes en mente? —me reí mientras cruzaba los brazos.

— ¿Recuerdas cuando te dije que, si querías, podría hacerte ver, uno por uno, mis tatuajes del brazo? —bajo de la camilla y se fue acercando de a poco.

— Lo recuerdo, si —sonreí al ver que estaba a menos de diez centímetros de mí—. Pero no creo que me sorprenda.

— Suelo tener buen gusto en tatuajes —sonrió.

— ¿Solo en tatuajes? —el soltó una carcajada por mi coqueteo indiscreto, después humedeció sus labios con una sonrisa coqueta.

— Pues, me gusta lo que tengo delante —sentí como mi pulso se aceleraba.

— Buena respuesta

— Solo un beso. —dio un último paso quedando su cuerpo pegado al mío—. Y ya está.

— No te lo crees ni tú.

 Levantó solemnemente las manos y dijo: —Te lo prometo.

— ¿Y si alguien entra?

— ¿No dijiste que estaban todos almorzando?

— Un solo beso —dije, poniendo el dedo índice erguido entre nosotros dos.

— Si.

 Me acerqué ladeando la cabeza y juntamos nuestros labios. Cerré los ojos con alivio y dejé que mis uñas se arrastraran a través de los mechones de su cabello.

 Me apretó a él.

 Un beso, dijimos. ¿Y si ese uno duraba media hora? ¿Valdría? Pues debió de valer, porque no fueron treinta minutos, pero probablemente cumplimos unos quince sin despegar completamente los labios del otro.

 Nos dimos todo el catálogo de besos disponibles en el mundo, pero metidos en uno solo.

 Picos castos, con los labios apretados.

 Besos tiernos y un poco húmedos, juguetones.

 Mordiscos.

 Lengua.

 Su mano tanteando disimuladamente debajo de mi remera.

 Yo frotándome con sigilo con su erección, evitando el área del nuevo tatuaje.

 El cuello.

 Las orejas.

 Suspiros.

— La camilla es cómoda —susurro en mi oído.

— ¿Lo es?

 Volvimos a besarnos atropelladamente. Cuando lleve una mano hacia atrás ni siquiera atinaba a darle vuelta a la llave para que la puerta quedará asegurada. Cuando lo logre fuimos directamente hacia la camilla, o al menos eso intentamos.

 Durante unos minutos todo fueron gemidos y provocación sorda. Miradas, sonrisas, manos que empujan y jadeos que se escapan de las bocas cuando el cuerpo se acelera. Pero yo quería más.

 Empecé a desnudarlo con cuidado, al llegar a sus pantalones, y él hizo lo mismo conmigo.

—Hubiese sido mejor estar en una cama —hablo mientras me posicionaba sobre mi silla de tatuar y se arrodillaba, abría mis piernas y besaba el interior de mis muslos—. Me hubiese gustado que te sentaras en mi cara —y seguido a decir eso hundió su lengua entre mis pliegues. Incluso arqueé la espalda cuando le dedicó caricias húmedas a mi clítoris.

 Era como un bálsamo placentero para mí.

 Metí los dedos entre los mechones de su cabello rubio y disfruté de los movimientos circulares, de los paralelos a mis labios, de los besos, de los pequeños soplidos sobre mi piel y de la caricia suave de la yema de su dedo pulgar.

— Jungkook —hable con la voz temblorosa.

— Shhh estamos bien.

 Me contraje de placer con un espasmo previo, gemí y sentí la necesidad de ver a Jungkook concentrado en aquella caricia cuidadosa. Levantó los ojos hacia mí cuando me incorporé. Tenía la boca pegada a mis labios, pero adiviné que sonreía.

— Me gusta cómo te ves desde este ángulo —susurré, imitando su comentario de la primera vez que nos vimos.

 Cerró los ojos y llevó su lengua hacia el interior de mi sexo, donde se introdujo tan hondo como pudo. Cerré mis ojos y pronto sentí uno de sus dedos sustituyendo a su boca. Siguió lamiendo a la vez que su dedo jugueteaba hasta introducirse del todo y penetrarme con firmeza. Y yo me corrí sin más. Bueno, sin más no: me sentí arder y, agarrándole de su cabello, él se pegó más a mí, y siguió lamiendo para alargar mi orgasmo.

— Oh, Dios... —grité para después dejarme caer contra el espaldar de la silla—. Era un beso solamente —hable cuando había recuperado algo de oxígeno.

— No aclaramos en donde —me levanto para luego tumbarme sobre la camilla. Él subió encima, y abrió mis piernas con un movimiento de su rodilla—. ¿Seguimos?

 Yo asentí a lo que él sonrió y volvió a besarme.

 Sentí la erección de Jungkook tantear mi entrada y como se introducía lentamente hacia el interior. Eché la cabeza hacia atrás. Las penetraciones eran profundas, los jadeos continuos y el movimiento lento pero contundente.

— Córrete —supliqué—. Córrete dentro de mí.

 Jungkook gimió y aceleró el ritmo.

 Tenía ambas manos a los costados de mi cabeza. Sus músculos se tensaban, ¿era posible que sus tatuajes se vieran más grandes? Posiblemente.

— Ah..., Jungkook —gemí.

 Su mano izquierda pasaba desde mi cuello hasta mis pechos y así sucesivamente, mientras que la derecha seguía a un costado de mi cabeza sosteniendo su peso. Mi cuerpo nunca jamás había recibido tantas atenciones certeras, calmadas, sabias. Todas destinadas a hacerme volar.

— Déjate ir... —susurró en mi oído Jungkook—. Quiero que te sientas ir..., conmigo.

 Abrí los ojos y estudié su expresión. Unos mechones se habían pegado sobre el sudor de su frente y tenía el ceño fruncido y los labios entreabiertos.

— Más... —y juro que quise llorar. Todo era tan intenso...

— Un poco... —demandó Jungkook—, aguanta un poco más.

 Lo besé rodeándole el cuello con los brazos.

— Eres increíble, muy hermosa —susurró Jungkook—. Nunca, jamás, había conocido a alguien como tú.

 Mis dedos bajaron a mi clítoris y froté en ese lugar.

— Mírame... —me exigió, y yo que a duras penas podía mantener los ojos fijos en él.

 Abrí la boca cuando empecé a correrme, pero ni siquiera me salió un sonido.

 Di bocanadas de aire, despacio, tratando de contener el placer y alargarlo. Me destrozaba y me volvía etérea a la vez. Mi cuerpo tan sacudido, tan a la merced de las sensaciones...

 Él fue el siguiente en correrse en un alarido, hundiendo la cara entre mis pechos, y haciéndonos cambiar de posiciones, con él abajo y yo arriba.

—  Muévete, muévete... —me pidió Jungkook.

 Y en las últimas sacudidas nuestro orgasmo alcanzó lo más alto entre gritos. Me encogí cuanto pude, tratando de absorber tanta energía y tantas emociones. Jungkook salió de mi interior y su semen resbaló manchándome los muslos y la camilla.

 No hablamos. Él me abrazo, y yo queriendo fundirme en él.

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 — La mancha no sale —dije parándome alado de él.

— Podría comprarte una nueva —dio un rápido vistazo para ponerse la remera.

— Deberías, sí.

 La mancha de semen de la camilla había salido, era plástico, obviamente iba a salir, pero la mancha de la silla….

— ¿Tienes algún fetiche con tener sexo sobre una silla? —lo mire cruzando los brazos.

— No lo creo pero siempre quise hacerlo —se rio—. Prometo comprarte una silla nueva, que sea igual de cómoda.

— Bueno —susurre mirando el reloj de la pared y bajando la cabeza, tenía que irse.

—  Pero te lo recompensaré cuando vuelva, ahora tengo que irme, podrías ponerle un almohadón encima para que no se vea.

—  ¿Cuándo vuelvas? —lo mire sintiendo ¿emoción? Creo que podría llamarse así.

—  Teno que volver en 15 días, ¿no? Para revisar que el tatuaje este bien.

— Cierto —lo que menos había hecho era pensar en el tatuaje—. ¿Está bien? ¿No te pica? —Él negó con la cabeza—. ¿Solo vas a volver por el tatuaje? Porque podrías hacerlo ver en otra tienda de tatuajes más cerca.

— Podría pero no tendría una excusa —alegó poniéndose su campera negra.

— ¿Excusa para qué?

Escucharlo reír fue un alivio. Acto seguido, se acercó y susurró: —Volver a verte.

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— Jungkook! Me coloque no chão, ou eu vou contar para o Yoongi! – Você gritou quando Jungkook a colocou no ombro dele.

Você estava na sala dos funcionários da bighit com os garotos do bts, e do txt, todos brincando juntos. Vocês estavam jogando Just Dance, mas como estavam ganhando, Jungkook resolveu começar a trapacear no jogo, ele te segurou para que parasse de jogar.

— Isso é trapaça! Exijo uma revanche! Namjoon! Não acredito que você esteja incentivando esse comportamento! – Você gritou em tom de brincadeira e Yoongi sorriu do sofá em que estava sentado.

Beomgyu e Soobin estavam sentados ao lado dele, observando o desenrolar de tudo diante deles.

— Você tem sorte, hyung, ela é uma das melhores. – Yoongi sorriu para si mesmo mais uma vez, pensando em tudo o que vocês passaram juntos nos últimos sete anos.

Parecia que você fazia parte do bts, exceto pelo fato de que você não sabia cantar, dançar, ou fazer rap, nem para salvar a própria vida. Vocês já estavam namorando há seis anos e ele ainda adorava cada dia que passava com você, aproveitando cada momento como se fosse o último. Ele queria fazer com que cada dia contasse para o relacionamento de vocês. Yoongi se lembrou da primeira vez em que a conheceu e de como ele se mostrou idiota. Nos primeiros meses, ele nunca queria ficar sozinho com você, e depois, sempre que vocês estavam juntos, ele se transformava em uma confusão gaguejante, corando sempre que podia.

O corredor que levava ao dormitório era horrível, mal iluminado, os ladrilhos do piso estavam se soltando e Yoongi tinha certeza de que podia sentir o cheiro de umidade, mas ele estava disposto a superar isso. Eles poderiam se unir para fazer isso dar certo, era apenas enquanto eles estavam treinando e Jungkook estava na escola, mas não era nada que eles não pudessem resolver.

— Sim! Bem, é você que está criando uma barreira neste casamento! – Ele ouviu alguém gritar no apartamento ao lado do deles, fez uma careta ao ouvir uma porta abrir e fechar, e passos vindo em sua direção.

Ele presumiu que seria outro morador que estava indo embora, mas ficou chocado quando se deparou com você. Você estava coberta de farinha, seu cabelo estava uma bagunça, estava usando jeans e um avental.

— Oi, desculpe! Eu... O proprietário deste lugar é péssimo, então eu estava tentando fazer com que o dia de hoje fosse bom para vocês. Eu sou s/n!

Você apertou a mão de cada um deles quando se apresentaram, mas quando chegou a vez do Yoongi, ele se engasgou, não conseguia nem se lembrar de como falar, quanto mais segurar sua mão e apertá-la como um ser humano normal.

— Esse é o Yoongi. – Você sorriu para aquele que se apresentou como Jungkook, pois sabia que muitos trainee de kpop vinham morar nesse prédio.

Era mais perto das escolas e dos centros de treinamento deles. Você também sabia que esse era um dos piores prédios para se morar, já que você estava morado lá nos últimos três anos de sua vida.

— Vocês tem as chaves, certo? Me diga que ele não se esqueceu dessa parte? – Namjoon segurou as chaves e você sorriu, colocando a mão sobre o peito, aliviada pelo fato do proprietário não ter esquecido as chaves deles, como fez com a sua quando você se mudou.

— O casal do andar de cima, eles param depois de cinco minutos de briga. A porta ao lado está vazia, o que é um bônus. Estou lá em cima se precisarem de alguma coisa, estou falando sério... Qualquer coisa, podem me tirar de lá. Erm... Estou fazendo biscoitos agora, depois vou preparar o jantar. Sempre faço demais, então se quiserem alguma coisa, me avisem...

— Nós adoraríamos comer! – Jin gritou, se poupando de cozinhar naquela noite.

Você sorriu de forma brilhante e o coração de Yoongi começou a bater forte. Era como se ver seu sorriso fizesse com que todo o prédio se transformasse em um raio de sol, tudo parecia melhor agora que você estava lá.

— Que biscoitos?

— Jungkook, você tem que estudar com Taehyung e Jimin. – Disse Hoseok, enquanto pegava as chaves de Namjoon e destrancava a porta.

— Eu vou trazer quando ficarem prontos e vocês poderão entregar aos meninos quando quiserem. – Você riu e todos concordaram com você, a deixando voltar para seu apartamento.

— Até logo! – Yoongi disse.

Você deu uma risadinha, espiando pelas grades para vê-lo corar e bater a cabeça enquanto forçava a entrada no apartamento.

Ele é bonito.

Desde aquele dia, você ia ao apartamento quase todas as noites com refeições e lanches para eles, se certificando de que tinham tudo o que precisavam. Ajudava Jungkook a estudar para exames importantes e se certificava de que ele fosse para a cama na hora certa, em vez de ficar acordado até tarde jogando videogame. Você era como a mãe do grupo, mas demorou um pouco para o Yoongi se afeiçoar a você, mas ele acabou se afeiçoando e vocês se aproximaram. Até que ele a beijou e tudo ficou estranho novamente.

— Você está nervoso? – Você perguntou a Yoongi enquanto estava nos bastidores.

Era o dia da estreia deles, e ele não havia feito nada além de andar de um lado para o outro no apartamento durante toda a manhã, e continuava a fazer o mesmo na sua frente agora, andando de um lado para o outro e olhando para o chão enquanto fazia isso.

— Um pouco, mas não sei se estamos prontos... – Você agarrou a mão dele e ele congelou no lugar, os pensamentos sobre o palco de estreia e a apresentação foram expulsos do cérebro dele como algo em uma catapulta, ele olhou para os seus dedos entrelaçados com os dele.

— Vocês são perfeitos, já ouvi e vi vocês praticando um milhão de vezes. A música também é incrível, Yoongi. Vocês fizeram um trabalho fantástico. – Ele acenou com a cabeça para você, tentando pensar em algo para lhe dizer.

— Olha, faça o que eu faço quando estou nervosa. – Ele a incentivou a continuar e você deu uma risadinha. — Quando fico nervosa perto de pessoas que não conheço, eu as imagino nuas... As pessoas são muito menos intimidadoras dessa forma.

Ele corou só de pensar que você o imaginou nu quando os conheceu e olhou por cima do ombro dele para Namjoon.

— Eles estão prontos para você, você tem isso! Ok? – Ele acenou com a cabeça, e sem pensar, soltou suas mãos, agarrou seus braços e a beijou.

Os lábios dele estavam nos seus e você entrou em pânico, mas envolveu os braços ao redor do pescoço dele, o beijando de volta e sorrindo contra os lábios dele. Era como se não houvesse mais nada ao redor de vocês, nenhuma pressão da estreia dele, nenhum garoto gritando para que ele se apressasse e se arrumasse. Apenas você e Yoongi sozinhos, se beijando no meio do nada.

— Boa sorte. – Sua voz saiu rouca quando ele se afastou e caminhou até Namjoon, com a mente cheia de pensamentos sobre o que ele tinha acabado de fazer e o que estava prestes a fazer no palco, mas ele estava mais nervoso com o beijo de vocês do que com o palco.

Nunca mais se falou sobre o beijo, ele voltou a ser o Yoongi que evitava você a todo custo, parecendo frio às vezes e ignorando você sempre que você tentava falar com ele diretamente. Ele odiava tratá-la dessa forma, mas era a única maneira de descobrir o que sentia por você.

— O hyung está pensando muito na s/n. – Soobin sussurrou para Kai, que veio ver porque Yoongi estava olhando para você e Jungkook, que pelo visto ainda não tinha colocado você no chão e estava correndo pela sala tentando fazer com que você comprasse comida para todos eles naquela noite.

Na noite em que Yoongi voltou da turnê do Red Bullet, ele deixou a bolsa na porta da frente do apartamento deles e subiu para encontrar você. Ele pensou que poderia ser apenas seu amigo e esquecer o beijo que vocês deram em 2013, mas era mais difícil do que ele pensava e ele não conseguia tirar você da cabeça.

— Yoongi, o que você está fazendo? – Os lábios dele a cortaram antes mesmo que você pudesse terminar a frase e ele a empurrou para dentro do apartamento, chutando a porta com o pé e a beijando com força.

Suas mãos se aproximaram do cabelo dele e você puxou os fios enquanto ele se abaixava para pegá-la e levá-la para a cozinha, a sentou no balcão e se afastou.

— Bem vinda ao lar. – Você ofegou olhando profundamente nos olhos dele e ele sorriu de volta para você.

— Desculpe, eu só... – Ele se calou quando você o beijou novamente e se afastou, mordendo o lábio inferior ao fazer isso.

Você não tinha feito nada além de sonhar com aquele momento desde o momento em que ele a beijou pela primeira vez em 2013 e você o desejava há tanto tempo.

— Senti sua falta. – Você sussurrou enquanto ele olhava fixamente em seus olhos.

— Também senti sua falta. – Ele ainda estava tentando recuperar o fôlego do beijo inesperado, mas deu uma risadinha ao olhar para você enquanto corava.

— Espero que você não receba todos eles em casa dessa forma. – Você riu para ele e balançou a cabeça, passando a mão pelos cabelos ruivos desbotados.

— O vermelho ficou bem em você. – Você sussurrou para ele, encostando a testa na dele e sorrindo quando ele começou a corar.

O relacionamento entre vocês sempre foi estável, nunca houve nada que o abalasse até a turnê Love Yourself, as coisas ficaram um pouco mais difíceis porque ele ficava longe por mais tempo do que antes, mas vocês continuaram a se superar. Vocês estavam apaixonados um pelo outro e nada iria impedir isso, nem mesmo uma pequena separação.

— O que está acontecendo? – Ele foi tirado de seu devaneio quando você se sentou no colo dele e o encarou, afastando os longos cabelos negros do rosto e sorrindo.

— Nada, eu só estava pensando no quanto eu te amo. – Todos os meninos começaram a fazer cara de nojo, pois sempre faziam isso quando Yoongi ficava meloso perto deles.

— Bem, que tal irmos para casa e você me mostrar o quanto? – Você provocou roçando o nariz no dele.

Depois disso você deu um grito quando ele se levantou, envolvendo suas pernas em volta da cintura dele e a levando para fora da sala sem dizer mais nada a ninguém que estava ali.

— Yoongi? Tem certeza de que está bem? — Você deu uma risadinha e ele assentiu, a colocando no chão e caminhando com você em direção aos elevadores.

— Eu estava pensando em como você está sempre presente quando eu preciso de você, e quando eu sempre precisei de você... Você está sempre presente para mim. – Você sorriu para ele e ele a beijou novamente com suavidade, com a mão pousada em seu rosto enquanto a trazia para mais perto dele.

— Preciso de você, Yoongi. – Sussurrou para ele, o sentindo crescer enquanto estavam no elevador dando uns amassos, ele a pressionou contra a parede e gemeu.

— Eu também preciso de você, querida, mas espere até chegarmos em casa. – Você choramingou para que ele soubesse que não queria, mas ele beijou sua bochecha e a puxou para o térreo.

Suas costas estavam contra a cama enquanto se beijavam intensamente no quarto que dividiam.

— Yoongi. – Você choramingou quando ele se afastou de você, ele riu ao ver como você estava carente dele e começou a beijar seu pescoço, tirando sua camisa, depois a dele.

— Shh, não vamos apressar nada esta noite, eu quero fazer amor com você... Mostrar o quanto eu te amo. – Você sentiu suas bochechas esquentarem quando as palavras saíram da boca dele e deu uma risadinha quando ele começou a beijá-la mais uma vez, com a mão dele descendo pela frente da sua calça e entrando na sua calcinha.

— Você me quer tanto assim, bebê? Você está pingando. – Você choramingou quando ele introduziu um dígito em você, a fazendo gemer de alívio. Você precisou dele o dia todo, mas guardou isso para si mesma, pois ele estava ocupado com o trabalho.

— Minha pequena bebê carente.

— Sim, tão carente. – Você sussurrou e ele riu, beijando seu pescoço enquanto bombeava lentamente um dedo para dentro e para fora de você antes de acrescentar um segundo e acelerar o ritmo, inclinando a mão para que a palma entrasse em contato com seu clitóris. — Yoongi!

Você gemeu e ele deu uma risadinha ao sentir que você se agarrava a ele e erguia os quadris, ele já sabia que você estava perto e ele ainda nem tinha começado. Ele acelerou os dedos, querendo muito que você gozasse, pois adorava olhar para a cara de prazer que você fazia sempre que ele a fazia gozar.

— Caralho, Yoongi! Eu vou! – Você mal conseguiu pronunciar as palavras enquanto seus quadris se erguiam e seu orgasmo o dominava, enviando uma sensação de calor por todo o seu corpo.

— Chupe. – Ordenou Yoongi, mostrando os dedos. Você os levou à boca e começou a chupá-los como se fossem o pau dele.

Enquanto você chupava, ele soltou um gemido sufocado quando se livrou da calça dele.

Você retirou os dedos dele da boca com um estalo, você iria repetir o processo, mas ele a deitou novamente e se alinhou à sua entrada, passando a ponta inchada sobre suas dobras, fazendo com que você gemesse e se fechasse em torno do nada.

— Não me provoque, Yoongi, eu precisei de você o dia todo. – Você fez beicinho e ele sorriu para você, passando o polegar sobre seu lábio inferior enquanto você fazia beicinho.

— Por que você não veio ao meu estúdio antes, querida, poderíamos ter nos divertido um pouco?

— Porque você estava... Ugh, porra! – Sua frase foi interrompida por um grito quando ele meteu em você, com a cabeça do pau atingindo seu ponto ideal.

— Merda, você é tão quente, querida. – Ele gemeu quando saiu de dentro de você e voltou a penetrá-la em um ritmo vigoroso, sem nem mesmo lhe dar tempo para se ajustar a ele.

— Porra, bem aqui. – Você gritou, o sentindo atingir seu ponto repetidamente com facilidade.

Ele sorriu, te penetrando com mais força, enquanto você gritava o nome dele e se agarrava aos lençóis.

— Yoongi! – Você gemeu quando a mão dele, que não estava segurando seu quadril, desceu até sua buceta e começou a esfregar seu clitóris sensível em círculos.

Ele continuou a meter em você.

— Você quer gozar de novo? Acabei de começar, princesa. – A voz dele saiu como um grunhido quando ele sentiu você se apertando ao redor dele, como se fosse um vício.

— Merda, tão apertada ao meu redor, princesa. Como um vício. – Ele mordeu o lábio enquanto entrava e saía de dentro de você.

Você não conseguia formar palavras, mas pelo modo como suas costas se arqueavam para longe do colchão e você não conseguia parar de sorrir, ele sabia que você estava perto, sempre que chegava perto você começava a rir e ele adorava isso.

— Goze para mim, princesa. – Ele sussurrou em seu ouvido.

Seu coração bateu contra o peito e você começou a se contrair em torno do pau de Yoongi, o fazendo grunhir.

Então, de repente, a sensação familiar de cair de um penhasco em uma pilha de êxtase a atingiu quando o orgasmo tomou conta de seu corpo, te fazendo gritar o nome dele.

— Porra. – Ele gemeu quando gozou dentro de você, caindo ao seu lado quando se retirou e começou a rir.

— Eu amo você. – Você deu uma risadinha, se virando e deitando a cabeça no peito dele.

— Também amo você, princesa.

[excusemin]

aftermath | jhs (m)

Pairing: Hoseok x female reader

Rating: +18, M (mature)

Genre: established relationship, smut, a dash of fluff

Warnings:  teasing, mentions of sweat, daddy kink, soft dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, slight biting, slight food play, nipple play, unprotected sex (play it safe bro), creampie, Hoseok is a sweet attentive baby.

Word count: 2.3k 

Summary:The aftermath of a long competition can be very sweet and sweaty.

A/N: Hello, I’m back with another smut. This is pretty much a second part to ‘Just Dance’. Legit the aftermath of what happens after the little competition. I listened to Harry Styles ‘Watermelon Sugar’ while reading this.   Anywho, if I’m missing any warnings, please let me know. I’d be happy to make any adjustments needed. Enjoy :)

After hours of playing, your bodies fell limp on the couch behind you. Who knew your competition would be this long? 

You both did.

You let your body mold into the comfort of your beloved couch as you shut your eyes. Your boyfriend’s eyes were anything but closed. His eyes were glued onto your body sprawled right next to him.

Groaning, you tilted your head backwards to let your body cool down faster. The sudden noise caused Hoseok’s cock stir in his pants. Hoseok gulped at the view of your body dripping with perspiration. His eyes followed the trail of sweat slowly dripping down your neck. He watched as it went in between your heaving breasts causing the shirt you were wearing to have a slight damp patch. So entranced with your chest taking in shallow breaths, he failed to see that your eyes were on him.

It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on in his mind. The hungry look in his eyes and the brief glimpse of his honeyed tongue brushing past his lips gave him away. 

Trying to keep a neutral face, you decided to put on a show for him. Slowly, your fingertips trailed your thighs until you felt the hem of his shirt you were wearing. Pulling the shirt off from your body, you let out a delighted sigh at the new freshness you felt. You arched your back slightly as you bunched the shirt up in your hands to dry off any sweat you felt on your body. Your hands purposely groping your breasts knowing he was definitely going to enjoy the view. 

Feeling his eyes burning onto your body, your mischievous mind decided to go the extra length that will make him break.

“You know what? Let’s go get refreshed Hobi.” A new wave of energy flowed through your body as you tossed your shirt at your aroused boyfriend. Before he could say anything, you dashed to the kitchen to continue your plan.

Hearing Hoseok get up from the couch with a groan, you quickly reached for your ultimate weapon, watermelon. Taking it out of the refrigerator, you placed it on the marbled counter but confusion rushed into your mind when your hand reached out for the plates you previously used, only to be met with nothing.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hands opened the cupboard in front of you to find out that Hoseok had put them on the very top, again. Bracing yourself for the ache of your thighs from playing ‘Just Dance’, you placed your hands on the counter as you lifted your body on top to retrieve the plates.  

 Once you were able to get a hold on the plates, you placed the plates on a clear space on the counter before you were able to get off from it. Placing the palms of your hands on the counter to ease you down the counter, you weren’t expecting for your back to hit anything, much less the front of your boyfriend’s chest. A slight panic flooded through your body as you stumbled onto your feet.

Hoseok’s hands moved to your hips and moved you back to his body to keep you still. You felt his breath fanning over the crook of your neck causing your breath to hitch. He started placing kisses on your neck, moving up until he was right next to your ear.

“You know sweet pea, I love how you think that you are slick. What is it that you want?” Your body stilled as his husky voice spoke into your ear. The heat from his body behind you and his husky voice sending a wave of arousal down your body. 

“I-” You wanted to answer, the answer was on the tip of your tongue yet no words were able to come out from your mouth.

“Tell me baby, what were you aiming for with this teasing? To get me all riled up? Answer me baby.” He nipped on your ear to get you to release any sound.

“Yes Hoseok.” A choked moan slipped from your lips and Hoseok came close to your face. Lips brushing against yours as he brought his thumb in between to toy with your bottom lip.

“Well, congrats. You riled me up baby. Now, what are you going to do for daddy?” The tip of his index finger lifted your chin to have you meet his gaze. 

“Anything daddy.”

“Anything?” His raised eyebrow should have been enough to send you a warning signal but your lips had a mind of their own.

“Anything.” The desire laced in your breathy voice made Hoseok chuckle.

“Good now, I want you to sit here and eat some juicy watermelon.” You wanted to wipe off the smug look from his face but you knew better. His hand patted the counter you were on just a few seconds ago. Nodding, you backed up to the counter and placed your palms once more on it only to be stopped by his disapproving tone.

“Strip for me sweet pea.” He took a few steps back to rest against the counter across from you to fully absorb your image, his gaze never faltering as you took off the remaining clothes. You bit your lip to keep any sounds from spilling out from your mouth as you took off your dampened panties. Hoseok groaned as he saw your soaked panties clinging to your glistening pussy.

Refraining from any more teasing, you looked right into his lustful eyes as you finally raised your body on the place Hoseok patted seconds ago. You winced as your heated pussy made contact with the cold marbled counter. The contact made chills form all over your body. Trying to keep your warm core from touching the cold counter, you tried to lean back onto the wall and moved your hands to cover your chest.

"Color?" Hoseok's eyes flashed a glint of concern as his eyes searched for any trail of discomfort written on your face.

"Green." You flashed a bright smile as you answered Hoseok. He always made sure you were comfortable during any given time. It made your love for him grow as he always ensured your comfort before anything else.

"Good girl. Now, sit up straight baby and let me see those gorgeous tits of yours."

"Yes daddy." Sitting straight, you let your hands fall right in your lap as you looked at Hoseok for the next instructions. Hoseok pushed himself from the opposite counter and walked with you with a hungry look on his face.

"Spread yourself open for me sweet pea." Nodding, you spread out your thighs with your hands to grant him full sight of your glistening pussy.  

Once he neared your body, his fingers ghosted on your spread out thighs. The mixture of the heat coming from his fingers and the cold air hitting your spread out pussy caused your arousal to pool down onto the marbled counter.

“Would you look at that! You’re so ready for my cock but it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine baby.” Your teeth caught your bottom lip in its grasp to stop any sounds from coming out but your boyfriend’s thumb gently rubbed on your lips.

"I want to hear your every sound baby. Come on, let me hear you." Nodding your head, his hand reached out to pick up a piece of watermelon that you had cut the day before as he slotted in between your spread thighs. 

"Open that pretty mouth of yours for me." The piece of watermelon was gently pressed onto your lips as he waited for you to part them. His slender fingers spread the juicy fruit around your lips causing the juices to trickle down your chin. Hoseok's lustful eyes followed the liquid flow down onto your chest.

"Eat up baby." His fingers pushed in the piece of fruit into your mouth as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck and stopped right at your glistening breasts. Hoseok's breath was right over your erect nipple and poked his tongue out to lick up all the sticky liquid. His hand slowly traveled from your lips to your neck, from your neck to your chest and firmly grasped onto your neglected breast. 

Whining into his grasp, your core was now throbbing from how aroused you felt. You needed to feel something, something to ease the slick mess in between your thighs. Your hips started to move on their own to relieve yourself on the marbled counter. The cold marbled counter bringing a shock of pleasure all over your body. 

So entranced with getting relief, you missed Hoseok's hand sliding onto your hips to stop them from moving. A whine escaped your mouth as your hips could no longer move. Hoseok harshly sucked your nipple as he brought your hips closer to his. Releasing your nipple, he pressed an open mouthed kiss on it soothe it down. Pressing your chests together, he brought your lips together and slipped his honeyed tongue past your lips.

In between tongues clashing against each other, your hands feeling each other's bodies, hips grinding against each other to provide just about enough friction to feel pleasurable, you needed more. You wanted more. You needed to feel him. All of him. Not wanting to waste anymore time, your fingers desperately ran up from his chest to get a hold on his face to slow him down.

"Daddy... please... need you." Your words coming out after each heated kiss. His hands peeled away from your body to discard his sweater and your hands helping him out. You needed to feel all of him and he was willing to give it to you, always.

“I got you baby." You whined as he moved away to peel off the last of his clothes. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he freed his hardened cock from its restraints. Your eyes dropping down to admire his cock. It was the most beautiful cock you've ever seen, not that you've seen many but his suited him in every way. Your pointed tongue poking out to wet your lips as you thought of how your pussy would deliciously stretch out around his thick length.

"Ready sweet pea?" Your mind distracted you from noticing him right in between your thighs. The tip of his cock brushed against your slick lips as he waited for your answer.

"Ready daddy." Pushing past your folds, Hoseok sank his thick length in you. A mixture of moans slipped from your lips as Hoseok bottomed out in your warm core. His cock twitched in you causing your pussy to clench around him. He pressed his lips against yours to silence your moans as he patiently waited for your body to relax for him. His hands molded onto your body, soothing you as he brushed them along your body.

Once he felt your body relax against his, he slowly pulled out until the tip of his cock was all that was inside your heat and thrusted back into you until he built a steady pace. Every snap of his hips against yours made you feel full and satisfied. Wanting him closer, you wrapped your legs around him causing him to hit that sweet spot that had your toes curling.

As the need of feeling him close grew, you pressed your chest against Hoseok's and another spark of pleasure spread all over your body as your swollen nipples deliciously rubbed against his chest. His arms wrapped around your body as he switched from thrusting in you to rolling his hips against yours. The rolling of his hips provided the extra stimulation you needed on your swollen clit bringing you closer to the edge.

Your pussy started clenching repeatedly as you felt your high near. The control you had over your moans completely disappeared as you heard Hoseok moan out curses laced with your name right next to your ear. Your orgasm blinded you as Hoseok's pace picked up. His cock hitting every sweet spot just right. Your own orgasm caught Hoseok by surprise as well as he filled you up to the brim. His hips slowly continued to move as he rode both of your highs.

Coming back to your senses, you felt Hoseok press soft kisses wherever he could reach. The slight movement caused his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. His lips finally met yours and placed a sweet kiss on them, making sure you felt every ounce of his love for you. He pulled away to place his forehead on yours, a worried look plastered on his face.

"Did I go too rough? Are you okay sweet pea? Does anything hur-" You silenced his rambling with your index finger. His eyes widening at the action.

"Everything was perfect, Seokie. I love you." You brushed your nose against his as you felt your cheeks heat up once more.

“I love you too sweet pea. Wanna take a bath together?” 

“Lead the way Seokie.” With no energy to complain, you let Hoseok carry you all the way to the bathroom. As soon as your bodies entered, he set your body next to the bathtub to set up the perfect bath for the both of you. He settled in for a warm lavender bath tonight, the scent of the lavender instantly relaxing you. 

Once the bath bomb set, he set you in the bathtub first and slotted himself right behind you. Hoseok wrapped his arms around your body and brought you back to relax on top of him.

“I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too Hoseok. Thank you for being so amazing.”

“For you, always baby.” He pressed one little kiss on the back of your ear as you slowly drifted to sleep in his arms. He was sweet indeed.

[xmagicxshopx]

☕ Deeply Poisoned ☕

Genre: Greek Mythology, Fantasy, Romance, Angst Rating: M (Smut) Warnings: Jungkook being a manipulative man in love, smut Pairing: hades!jungkook x persephone!reader Notes: This is a Greek Mythology AU based on the story of Hades and Persephone. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Please understand this is fiction and therefore the real BTS members would never act this way. Okay. Happy reading! Also, please don’t think that Hades “poisoned” Persephone at the very end. Poison doesn’t always have to mean killing. There’s no death in this one shot. I can promise you.

Tagging: @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial

Summary: Kiss me on the lips, a secret just between the two of us. Deeply poisoned by the jail of you. I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew the grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway.

MASTERLIST , HADES!JIMIN , HADES!TAEHYUNG

“Your tea, sir.”

“Thank you, Theseus. You are dismissed.”

Hades watched his most faithful servant exit with an elegant bow of respect and soon left him with no other company but his bride. Yes....his beautiful, gorgeous bride-to-be. His future wife. Oh how stunning she looked there laying across the chaise lounge; staring into the fire and watching the flames do their heated dance.

“Be careful, love, that frown may not come undone if it stays for too long. A smile suits you way better.”

Of course all he was met with was silence. The smile formed by his lips was a small one but full of amusement. You were going to make an excellent queen of the underworld. Should he ever need to step down, he had no doubt you would be the perfect successor. He could practically smell your rage as you laid there looking stone faced. Some would say you looked bored but Hades knew better.

“We have a wedding to plan, my love. Have some tea and let us discuss the arrangements.”

Again, silence. Not that he expected anything less. It was no secret that you had came down here against your will. Kidnapped as you had called it. One day you would see that this was meant to be. This was where you belonged; next to him on the throne as the queen of the underworld.

“Persephone, my love, sulking will get you nowhere. You could become a mute but you will still stand at the alter and become my wife.”

His voice left no room for argument but it still held a soft and loving tone. Only Hades could pull that off. It was called tough love and he was darn good at it. You were the love of his life and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. He would do whatever was necessary to keep you by his side; whether you liked it or not.

“Please, have some tea.”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“At least she speaks.”

“You aren’t giving me a choice, Hades.”

“Because I’m already giving you the best choice.”

By this time, you had at least turned your head to glance over at the male across from you. He was lounging in one of the huge, well-cushioned armchairs with a grand winged back. The deep burgundy color of the fabric went amazingly well with the shiny black leather of the chaise lounge you were laying across.

You despised him. You loathed him. He had taken you away from everything you loved. Your family, your friends, your home. Everything. It had been almost a month now and things weren’t any better. You didn’t feel any less sad or empty.

Thank god he had given you your own room. However, he claimed it was only because they had yet to become husband and wife. Once the wedding was over and the marriage was official, you would be moving into his room and sleeping with him in his bed. The mere thought disgusted you.

And yet, despite it all, despite the fact that he had kidnapped you and was keeping you trapped down here against your will......he had treated you with nothing but kindness. He had given you space which shocked you most of all. Space to come and go as you pleased. You could eat and drink whatever you liked and was free to roam the courtyard gardens. He claimed he had put in the gardens just for you.

You’d never forget the first time he took you to see them.....

TWO WEEKS AGO.....

“Okay, here we are.”

You felt him stop behind you so that he could carefully remove his hands from over your eyes so as not to mess with your makeup. It was odd having female servants who were actually demons doing your hair and makeup every morning. Blinking at the sudden brightness of the outside, you took in the sight before you.

Flowers, they were everywhere. Fountains carefully sculpted; water pouring out and all around them. A cobblestone path that branched out like a grand labyrinth. You had to admit, the sight was breathtaking. Naturally, given who your mother was, you loved flowers. You loved spending your time in the flower fields picking the wild blooms.

“I didn’t know flowers could exist in Hell.”

“They don’t. I um.....”

You looked over as he was now standing beside you and what shocked you the most was the sheepish smile on his face. He rubbed nervously at the back of his head; messing up his once perfectly coiffed hair. If you hadn’t already known who he was, you would have never guessed he was actually the king of the underworld.

“I had some servants sneak up to Earth and swipe some stuff. I’ve had them working on this ever since I saw you in my dreams.”

“You----You what?”

“Yes. You came to me in a dream, my beautiful Persephone. You were there and from that point on, I knew where fate was taking me. I needed you down here with me. Living with me as my wife and queen.”

He was a lot more composed now compared to a few second ago. No longer the sheepish, shy male and back to being the suave devil king. He turned his attention from you to back at the courtyard before continuing calmly,

“I had my people working countless hours on perfecting this courtyard. I knew how much you loved flowers; watching you countless times frolicking in the fields.”

“I don’t frolic.”

You heard his sudden snort of amusement and it would seem even he wasn’t expecting that sound because he quickly covered his mouth in slight embarrassment. Hades, the most evil man of all, had just snorted. Meanwhile, you stood there with your arms folded and a small but loud pout on your face.

“No offense, beautiful, but you definitely frolic.”

THE PRESENT......

That was the first moment you thought Hades might actually have a heart. So you had attempted to plead with him. Begged him to let you go. That if he truly loved you the way he claimed he did, that he would let you go and return you to Earth. But you had no such luck. He just kept insisting that you would grow to love it here just as the flowers did.

Suddenly, he was standing up and your dark, hollow eyes followed him. With curiosity slowly filling said eyes, you watched him as he sauntered over to you only to plop down on the floor so that his face was mere inches from yours as your head was comfortably positioned on the lounge’s armrest. He grinned cheekily at you only for you to scoff which lead him to chuckle softly.

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

“You’d look cute beheaded and dismembered.”

“Dang, babe. Keep talking dirty to me. I’m loving it.”

He full-on laughed when you lightly hit him over the head with your hand. Why you hadn’t truly decked him confused even yourself. Perhaps you figured there was no point? Or maybe it was something else. You didn’t quite understand it.

“So I was thinking black for the color.”

“It’s a wedding, Hades.”

“Yeah but it’s a wedding in the Underworld. We’re supposed to be all dark, spooky and evil down here. Black is like our official color.”

You rolled your eyes as he fabricated a small journal along with a quill and a bottle of ink. Apparently he was going to take notes of their planning. You had to admit, Hades may be an evil man, but he was an elegant and sophisticated one. His penmanship was astounding and you wished you could learn how to read and write. It was like he could sense your troubles as he stopped writing and turned to glance at you.

“You okay, my flower?”

“Ye-Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Persephone. But I trust you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

You remained silent as he went back to what he was doing. His perfect scrawl started to fill the pages but you couldn’t understand a single word of it. It all looked like a bunch of symbols to you as you laid there; watching over his shoulder. Irritation gripped and ate away at you before you finally confessed with a tone of defeat,

“I don’t know how to read or write.”

The sounds of quill scratching against paper suddenly came to a halt and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck and trying to spread over your cheeks. The tips of your ears were burning by the time he had turned around a bit to glance over at you. Surprisingly enough, there was a warm smile of understanding on his face.

“Was that it? Oh, sweetheart. That’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. Lots of folk don’t know how to read or write because they’ve never had a reason to.”

Hades may be the king of evil, but you were his weakness. The one thing that made him soft. Seeing you there laying across his lounge looking all bashful melted his heart. You were so adorable and precious and you were all his. No one was going to take you away from him. Not now, not ever. Smiling and shifting to where he had set the quill in the ink bottle and set the book aside, he rested his chin on the edge of the lounge and said softly,

“If you’ll have me, I would consider it not only a joy, but a great honor to be the one that teaches you how to read and write. If you’re interested in learning, of course.”

The silence that followed seemed to drag out while you laid there pondering your options. On one hand, you really did want to learn. However, it nearly made you sick to think that he would be the one to teach you. Then again....aside from all the horrible things he’s done and what he does for a living.....he really has been nothing but kind to you. And he seems like he’d make a pretty decent teacher.

“Just so you know, this changes nothing. You’re still the dirt bag who kidnapped me and is holding me captive down here against my will.”

You hated how his warm chuckles made your heart flutter. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this to you. He wasn’t supposed to have this effect on you. You were supposed to hate his guts; his very existence.

Furthermore, why did he have to look so handsome? Sitting there all decked in black with that very form fitting turtleneck that showcased his firm chest and broad shoulders. And those ripped skinny jeans that made his thighs look like freaking tree trunks. It was when you began to wonder what it would be like to sit on his lap that you brought your thoughts to a screeching halt. Perfect timing, too.

“Babe? You okay?”

“Yeah. So um-----Where do we start with this whole reading and writing stuff?”

With a soft bark of laughter, he picked the journal back up along with the quill and ink bottle. Patting the spot next to him, you silently obeyed and slid off the lounge to sit beside him. With both your backs against the edge of the lounge, it was then that he finally answered your question.

“I figured we could start with the reading. I’ll write and you read. But first we have to learn the alphabet.”

Seemed simple enough. You watched him as he started writing random symbols on an empty page of the journal. With you being on his right side and him being right handed, sometimes your shoulders would touch and every time it left your skin tingling beneath the fabric of your dress. But that wasn’t all.

As he wrote down what you presumed to be the basic alphabet, his foot would occasionally bump yours. At first you just thought it was an innocent accident or maybe his foot would move whenever he was concentrating. But after awhile, you discovered he was being playful and so you took your bare foot and shoved his sock covered foot back. He chuckled and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking,

“Is the all feared and powerful Hades seriously playing footsie right now?”

“Yes he is. What of it???”

“Oh my god. You’re such a man child.”

You playfully roll your eyes and he just laughed even more. It was amazing how this man was supposed to be the most feared above all and yet here he was acting like a big kid who liked picking on other kids on the playground. Then again, you supposed you’d rather have that than him torturing you. Things could definitely be worse for you right now.

“So let’s start with the first letter.”

And so there the two of you sat on the rug covered floor of the living room with your backs propped up against the edge of the chaise lounge. He would introduce each letter to you one at a time in the proper order. He explained the various sounds each letter could possibly make when used in a sentence. Never in a million years would you have guessed that the devil himself would be the one to teach you how to read.

“There’s actually a library in here, you know. Once you get the hang of it, we can read together. I bet you’ll love all the cheesy, mushy, gooey romance novels.”

“Oh yeah? Let me guess----You go for all the murder mystery novels?”

“Hey----Murder mysteries are the best. Don’t knock it till you try it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him only for him to do the same. Anyone who was on the outside looking in would have thought the both of you to be big kids but it was still a comical and perhaps even heart-warming sight to see. Just two people sitting together spending time not wanting to rip each other’s throats out. It was kind of nice.

So the lessons continued. Once you felt pretty comfortable with the alphabet, he moved on to some pretty basic words. Mostly three letter words so as not to overwhelm you. He was a great teacher, you’d give him that much. He held all the perfect traits of a leader and you could understand now why he was the king.

“What’s this word?”

“Um......I know it starts with S.....”

“Ah......I think the last letter is......Hades!”

You were a blushing mess when you suddenly figured out what word he was trying to spell for you. Extremely flustered, you tried to shove him but of course he never budged. Thankfully you hadn’t knocked over the small bottle of ink in the process of your attempt to get him as far away from you as possible.

“You’re so gross. Sex? Really?”

“Hey. At least you’re learning how to read, right?”

“Typical male.”

“You can’t blame me. It’s obviously going to be on my mind with all this talk about our wedding. Because we both know what happens once the wedding is over.”

With your arms folded and still quite flustered, you glanced over only to see him wiggling his eyebrows in a greasy manner. That was something else you despised. His eyebrow game was strong. Really strong. Was it possible to be attracted to someone’s eyebrows??? Because as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were fascinated with his.

“Again----You’re so gross.”

“Speaking of our wedding, we should probably get back to planning that, huh?”

The initial response was to recoil back to the lounge and resume your silent treatment. However, had he really given you a reason to do such a thing? No. Well yes and no. Could you really forgive him for taking you away from everything and everyone you know and love? Could you really just let that go? Could you picture yourself standing next to this evil man for the rest of your days?

And why the hell did the idea of having sex with him set your core on fire???

“What do you say, we have Theseus make us a fresh batch of tea along with those small shortbread cookies that you won’t admit you love and we can talk about our wedding. For real this time.”

“Do you always have to get that jab in there? How do you know whether or not I like Theseus’ shortbread cookies?”

“Because I have eyes and ears everywhere and he told me you loved them?”

“He ratted me out!?!?”

Hades let his head fall back and as he smiled through his laughter, you could see his crows feet trying to show and his bunny teeth were on full display despite staring at his side profile. What bothered you the most was how torn you were between decking him a new shiner or kissing that dumb smile off his face. With a huff of annoyance and your lips forming a pout, you mumbled in defeat,

“Whatever. Just get me those stupid cookies and your stupid tea.”

“That’s my girl. I knew you’d see things my way.”

“Why I outta!-----”

But before you could follow through with any kind of feeble threat, the male had snapped his fingers and within seconds, his favorite servant was back and at attention.

“Yes, sir?”

“Theseus, it would seem my beautiful flower and I got caught up in wedding planning and the tea has run cold. Could you please brew us a fresh batch. Oh----And could we get a plate of those shortbread cookies you make? Per my flower’s request.”

“Of course, sir.”

When the male servant had left, you couldn’t help but look over at your soon-to-be husband and it dawned on you......

“Why do you treat him so much better than the rest of your servants? You treat everyone else like crap but you treat him like a real person. Why is that?”

It surprised you how silent he was. Or perhaps he was just mulling over how to properly answer your question. Heck, maybe even Hades himself had asked that question a few times here and there. Setting the journal down in his lap, he put the quill back in the ink bottle and pushed everything to the side so that it wasn’t in the way. Turning so that he was now more turned towards you, he smiled softly; warmly even.

“Because he’s faithful. He does what I tell him to. His death......was an unfair one. So I took mercy on him. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mafia. He was their butler. Got shot right between the eyes. Died instantly. He didn’t deserve such a fate but it was a fate he chose. He knew what he was getting into when he took that job. But still......”

“So that’s why he’s down here? Because he chose the mafia?”

“Pretty much.”

You found yourself staring at him. There he goes again. The big bad evil Hades whom was supposed to torture people for a living, and granted he did, but here he was looking like a young man who carried more weight on his shoulders than anyone could imagine. You watched him pick at random fibers in the rug you both were sitting on; the awkwardness practically radiating off of him.

This was a rare side of him, though. Or was it? Was this the same man who had took you to the courtyard gardens? The same man who sheepishly confessed he had his people grow a whole garden just for you. There was definitely more to the lord of the underworld aside from his bad reputation. Just when you were about to reach out for his hand, Theseus came through the doors and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Your tea and cookies, sir and madame.”

“Thanks, buddy. Take the rest of the evening off, okay?”

“As you wish, sir.”

Just as the servant was about to head for the doors, you piped up and said with a pointed finger,

“You! I’ll deal with you later, tattletale.”

However, all this got you was a soft chuckle from the male sitting next to you and a small smile of amusement from the servant. After giving you an elegant bow, he went for the double doors and just as he was about to close them behind him, he said in his smooth voice,

“Of course, madame.”

With the doors now closed and leaving just the two of you, Hades and his chuckles grew a bit in volume before he said in thick amusement,

“Babe, I think that threatening tone of yours needs some work.”

“Oh shut it. You know how I like my tea, right?”

“Absolutely. Get your pretty self comfortable again and I’ll fetch it for you.”

While you were plopping yourself back onto the black leather chaise lounge, you watched him carefully as he prepared the two cups of tea. How could a person look so fine when all they were doing was pouring liquid into cups and adding lumps of sweetener??? Soon enough, he was carefully walking over to you with a steaming cup perched on a matching saucer.

“Your tea, my love.”

“Thank you.”

His eyebrows, darn those eyebrows, shot up in surprise and that bunny smile was back as he asked in a clearly teasing tone; now pouring and doctoring up his own cup of tea,

“I get a thank you? To what do I owe this pleasant mood you’re suddenly in, hmm?”

“Oh shut up.”

“Well that didn’t last long.”

While you carefully blew on the steaming liquid to help try and cool it faster, you noticed out of the corner of your eye how the male had picked up his items off the floor and was now scooting his huge, winged back hair over to you so that you both could be comfortable while you worked.

It was a bit surreal now to think that you were finally accepting fate. Is that what you were doing here as you allowed him to start back up with the wedding plans? Would some people call it giving in? Did this acceptance make you a quitter? Did it even matter at this point???

“So I was thinking if you’re not entirely a fan of black, then you can pick one color to go with it. How does that sound?”

“Deal. Let me think......Hmm.......”

You sipped at your tea now that it was cooled down enough to where it wouldn’t burn your tongue. Taking notice of how this tea tasted a bit different from the blends you’ve had before, you tried to think of what color you could possibly want for this wedding. And then it hit you.

“This color.”

The male turned his attention away from the journal where the tip of the quill was poised and ready to write down whatever color you wished. You were pointing to the deep burgundy of the fabric that his chair was made out of. While he was curious, it made sense to you. Call yourself cheesy, but it made sense in your mind.

This room was where you finally accepted your fate. Where you accepted him and his world. In this very room where the furniture was black and burgundy. Those were going to be your wedding colors.

You still weren’t entirely happy about it, but what else could you really do? Escaping was obviously out of the question and it wasn’t like he had dragged you down here to torture you. In fact, as you had been thinking about over and over all evening, he has treated you with nothing but kindness and his own twisted form of love.

“Burgundy it is. Good choice, my flower.”

The planning continued as the both of you enjoyed the tea and cookies. Dang. You really were a sucker for those shortbread delights. Within 20 or so minutes, you both had agreed on colors, location, and vows. The ceremony would be held out back in the courtyard gardens and the both of you would write your own vows.

“You’re not gonna fill yours with all the ways you’d like to kill me, are you?”

After taking a moment to dramatically hum in thought while taking another sip of your tea, you acted like you were really thinking about it as you stared up towards the ceiling.

“I might throw in a couple here and there.”

“You’re so mean to me. I feel like this relationship is one-sided.”

“You don’t say?”

You tried your best to keep up the smooth and suave facade but it honestly didn’t last but only a couple seconds before you were softly snorting and laughing; his own noises of amusement mixing well with yours.

It was then that you took notice of......how warm you were. Not the fuzzy kind either. In fact, you were starting to break out in a light sweat. Balancing your saucer and cup with one hand, you used the other to lightly fan at your face. Looking over, you could see the male was starting to get a bit warm too; a slight sheen of sweat reflecting off the light from the flames of the fireplace. He had to be dying in that turtleneck.

Now that you were looking him up and down.....something wasn’t right here. Something was wrong. Your body was on fire and you itched to touch him; wanting nothing more than to rid him of those ridiculously tight clothes and feel him up. You wanted to know what lay beneath the fabric. Was he truly sculptured like the greek god he was? You looked up and locked eyes with him. He was starting to breathe a bit heavier just as you were; his eyes dark as coal.

“Hades.......what’s in this tea?”

“Does it matter?”

Silence presumed but only for a small second as the two of you played a battle to see who could undress who with their eyes the fastest. And within the following seconds, all hell broke loose.......no pun intended.

“Get over here, flower.”

Sounds of fine china clinking and clattering filled the silence as you both scrambled to put your cups of tea aside, shortbread crumbs went flying and soon enough you were straddling his waist as he sat there in the huge armchair. Lust filled his eyes as he stared into your own darkened orbs.

“Good girl. Now undress me. It’s bloody boiling in here.”

“You’re the one who chose to where a turtleneck in Hell.”

“Pipe it down, woman, and just do as I say.”

Pouting, you nonetheless did as you were told and watched him lift his arms so that you could work on getting the form fitting garment off of him. With the article of clothing now on the floor, you took a moment to feast your eyes on the man in front of you. Wow. Yeah. He was built. Definitely built.

“Don’t get distracted, baby. Keep going.”

Huffing in annoyance at his silly demands, you moved off of him so that you could take care of his belt buckle. Making quick work of it, you soon had him raising his hips so that you could tug down his jeans and boxers all at once. Okay now you were just drooling. It was like standing in a buffet line.

Where did you start? Muscle, there was so much muscle. It was all you could do not to sink your teeth into his bicep or his thigh. His collarbones didn’t look too bad either. Your eyes traveling further down, you appreciated his perfectly toned abs and that v-line. Dear god. With your eye on the prize, you took notice of his erection. He looked absolutely delicious. You could feel yourself salivating and tried to pull yourself together. Noticing his smug smirk, you grumbled,

“Now what?”

“Let me show you.”

Again with the whole magic show. Not before rolling your eyes, you soon watched him raise his hand and with a crisp snap of his fingers, you heard soft rustling sounds behind you. Turning around with knitted eyebrows and a facial expression of curiosity, you were met with a sight that had you raising an eyebrow.

“I think you’re the one who reads cheesy romance novels.”

“You’re such a mood killer, babe. I’m trying to be romantic here.”

In front of the firelit hearth was a sight right out of a romance novel. Pillows stacked upon pillows and cozy cotton sheets all spread out. To the side, there was a small dish of strawberries next to a dish of chocolate sauce. Just as you were about to make another snarky comment, you felt his arms wrap around you in a back hug. A shiver ran down your body when he started kissing at the shell of your ear and whispered,

“I’m trying to be romantic because tonight I’m going to make love to my beautiful bride-to-be. And while I’m showing her just how much I love her.......”

He paused so he could let both his hands fan out across your stomach before finishing in a sultry but loving tone,

“I’m gonna fill her with a baby. Our baby.”

And then it all made sense to you.

“I’m never drinking your baby-making tea again. Tell Theseus to throw that shit out.”

His lips had been busying themselves with planting soft, gentle butterfly kisses to the skin of your neck when you said that. So naturally when he snorted in amusement, it tickled and caused you to giggle and try and squirm away from him. With another kiss to your neck, he chuckled and spoke casually,

“Oh come on. You love my baby-making tea and you know it. Now get your pretty ass out of that dress and lay down for me. And spread those legs nice and wide. I wanna see all of my gorgeous flower.”

Fortunately for him, you were growing just as impatient if not more than he was. With your dress and undergarments off in a flash, you made sure your hips swayed as you walked over to the cozy space in front of the fireplace. Carefully laying down, you took a moment to swipe a strawberry and dipped it in chocolate.

God, Hades was in his own sinful version of Heaven right now. There laid his future wife, his queen, and hopefully after tonight, the mother of his children. Laying there in all her beautiful naked glory sucking purposefully on a chocolate covered strawberry.

“You’re evil, baby girl. Absolutely evil. That’s supposed to be my job.”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying to learn from the best. I figure since I’m going to be queen and all.”

He moved to where he was crouching down and crawling on top of you; his face now nuzzling your bosom. You took a sharp intake of air upon feeling his lips press more of those soft, tender kisses to your heated skin. Lapping at one of your now very perky buds, he made direct eye contact with you before saying against your skin,

“That’s right, baby. You’re going to be my queen who helps me rule this land with an iron fist. Show no mercy.”

And then everything happened so sudden. You let out a small cry of surprise when you watched him wrap his lips around your nipple; sucking slow but rough. Your back arched on it’s own and your head pressed harder into the pillows. It would appear your nipples were a weak spot of yours. Something Hades no doubt took mental note of.

Not wanting the other breast to feel neglected, he used his large, warm hand and started to massage your other mound. In between sucking, licking, and nibbling, he began to talk his praises of what he hoped your future body would look like.

“I can’t wait to see you swollen and full. These babies full of milk for our little monster. You’re going to be positively radiant. Glowing. A sparkling diamond in the deepest, darkest pits of Hell. And you’re all mine. You hear me, beautiful? You’re all mine.”

You had been laying there basking in the pleasure he was bestowing upon you with your body bowing and your hands in his hair trying to push his face further into your chest. You yelped softly in mild pain and surprise when you felt him gently bite down on your nipple and heard him say with a soft growl,

“Say it.”

“I’m all yours!”

“Good girl. Now----Do you need prepped or are you already soaked for me?”

“I’m dripping. Please. No more teasing. You can love me and be all romantic later. I just need you in me now. This heat is killing me.”

Chuckling, he planted a few more kisses to your breasts before reaching up for your face. First he kissed your chin, then along your jawline. Feather-like touches soon moved to your cheeks and the tip of your nose. Upon landing a kiss to your lips, he allowed his forehead to rest against yours before whispering against your lips,

“Oh my beautiful flower......I will never stop loving you. Never.”

That’s when you felt him align himself with your drenched entrance. You were pretty sure things were about to get messy but you couldn’t care less. What you were more focused on was how careful he was being with you. It was as if he were handling glass. Perhaps Hades only weakness.......really was you.

“Tell me if it starts to hurt, okay?”

“Okay.”

The softness behind your own voice surprised you. Were you possibly growing soft for this guy? Yeah. Probably. Let’s be honest......he included chocolate sauce. The quickest way to a woman’s heart is chocolate. That’s a given fact of life right there. And so as he slowly started to guide himself past your folds, you wrapped your arms around him and started to plant soft kisses to his face. Chuckling in between his shaky breaths, he said with a smile,

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one comforting you? This is your first time, right? I don’t want to break you, darling.”

“I’m fine, Hades. Just relax. I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

Nodding despite the clouds of uncertainty swirling in his onyx orbs, he continued to move. The both of you gasp when you felt the bulbous tip of his length slide in past your wet folds. You had to admit, he had some weight to him. He was hard as a rock and larger than you initially thought. But you had no doubt that once you got used to the stretch, his girth would feel like sinful bliss.

And yeah. It hurt. It more than hurt. You felt like you were being split in two down there. But with soft words of encouragement from both parties, he was finally able to fill you to the hilt. In fact, another synced gasp filled the space between you when you felt him bottoming out inside you. God it hurt. You tried to fight back the whimpers of pain; not wanting to look like a wimp.

But to your surprise, Hades never once poked fun at you for it. Never once called you a baby or even played a pussy pun. In fact, he was busying himself by peppering your face with more butterfly kisses. His warm hands soothingly rubbing your hips to try and help distract you from the pain. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. Taking me like a true champion. You were made for me, beautiful. Don’t worry. The pain will soon pass.”

And he was right. About half of that. The pain did eventually subside but it could have happened a lot sooner than it really did. Taking deep breaths to help calm your racing heart, you moved to where your nails were gently digging into the meat of his back and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Breathlessly, you spoke,

“Move. I’m okay. Please move.”

“Okay, my love. It’s okay. Just keep breathing and I promise you it’ll start to feel wonderful. Like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”

Boy he wasn’t kidding. Sure it felt like hell at first, but soon it started to feel like you couldn’t get enough. Perhaps that’s what this whole thing was about. Finding out that Hell wasn’t such a bad place. That it didn’t have to be Hell at all. Perhaps, maybe, just maybe, there was a little bit of Heaven in Hell too.

“Does this feel good, baby? You feel amazing. So tight and warm around my cock. Taking me like a good girl. Ah---god so tight.”

“Faster! Harder! Please! I want more! I need more!”

You were like a feline in heat. His little sex kitten. Oh how he knew you were made for him in every way. The two of you fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. Not wanting to deny his queen of her needs, he picked up his pace but he could tell you needed more. Something a little extra. And that was when his hand slithered between your sweaty bodies and found your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god! Hades!”

“Yes, beautiful. Keep saying my name. Shout it. Scream it loud enough for the whole castle to hear. Let all of Hell know who’s making you feel this good.”

He could tell you were getting much closer. But he still hadn’t found that special spot he was looking for. If he could just get that perfect angle to where you were seeing stars, then he’d be happy. He knew instantly when he found it, too. You practically cried out in pleasure and your walls tried to squeeze the life out of him; causing him to grunt as he kept hitting that spot over and over.

“That’s it, my flower. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes! Feels so good! Don’t stop! Please!”

He hissed as he felt your nails dig deeper into his back; now basically clawing at the flesh. That was gonna leave a mark but he honestly couldn’t care less. He wanted you to mark him up. To mark your territory as you deemed fit and he would do the same with you. Leaning down, he started to do exactly that as he turned your neck into a star map.

You were close and so was he. He could tell from the way your walls were starting to spasm around him. Dear god you felt so good around him. If it wasn’t for wanting to wait on you, he’d have came a good few minutes ago. But he was waiting. Because this was about love but it was more than love. He wanted to create a family. Right here, right now.

“Come on, beautiful. Give me a baby. Boy, girl, twins, triplets. Doesn’t matter. I’ll be happy no matter what. Now cum. Cum for me, Persephone.”

Hearing your name and the way he talked about wanting a family with you, it was enough to send you over the edge. And just as Hades had planned and timed it, he breached your womb and made sure to spill every last drop of his load into you. He could only hope for the best. That you both enjoyed yourself and wanted the same things he wanted.

As you both laid there with him still deep inside you, because there was no way he was letting a single drop slip out, you took time to catch your breath. You had never felt anything like this before. He was right. This was definitely a first for you. Then again, you had always been the innocent flower that was supposed to wait till marriage. Finding your dream guy and getting married under the sunset and all that cheesy horse shit.

Guess you must have a thing for bad guys.

“So um.......you want another cup of tea?”

And I knew the grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway