#but it's 7k words and my head is not equipped to deal with anything that long right now O_O sdfnldskfsd

[everybodyshusband]

the worst part about saying you'll post a fic is having to post the fic

[silverlightqueen]

Tequila Sunrise 

Hoseok x reader - smut, fluff, very slight angst at the beginning

Inspired by Tequila Sunrise - 88rising, Jackson Wang, Higher Brothers, August 08 and GoldLink

Word Count: 7k+

Summary - Hoseok bails on you for work on day one of your holiday, but he soon makes it up to you...

Warnings - there’s a lot !! very brief mention of blood, alcohol consumption, lots of swearing, lots of dirty talk, degradation, possessiveness, dom!hobi x sub!reader, a very brief moment of dom!reader and sub!hobi, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), face sitting, edging, lots of breast play and nipple play (Hobi loves boobs lol), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mildly bratty reader, spanking, praise kink, pain kink, asphyxiation, reader calls Hobi Sir, rough sex, Hobi has a big dick, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !!) creampie, cum-eating, impregnation kink, reader cries during sex and Hobi loves it, reader holds his hand and he busts a nut lmao, begging, hair pulling, groping, hickeys, gross overuse of ‘baby’ ‘baby girl’ and ‘doll’, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything lol

a/n: hey guys !! I’ve been listening to this song on repeat the past couple days bc the weather’s been so nice, and (after that pic of jhope in malta appeared on my tl again) I was inspired to write a little Hobi fic (which then became 7k words long lmao). unedited as usual, but I hope y’all like it. lmk what you think, and make sure you listen to the song when you read it !! x

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When his Mercedes pulls up, I’m sat on the front porch – as I have been all day and all night – looking out at the still night sea, the sky above me dark with stars, the air a crisp and cool relief from the humidity of the daytime.

I don’t even look in his direction, trying to supress the anger that’s been building up since I awoke yesterday morning to his side of the bed empty and his car gone from the drive. 

In my peripheral vision, I see him take a black cargo bag out of the boot and head up towards the house, watching me. 

He doesn’t say anything, walking past me and through the front door, and I try not to follow him into the house and scream at him, opting to take a deep breath and look out at the view in front of me instead. 

It’s not every day you get to sit on the porch of your private villa and watch the gentle waves rock up against the shore, the starry sky twinkling overhead. 

He joins me a few minutes later, having changed from his all-black attire into a pair of black slim trousers and a loose white shirt, the neutral colours setting off his golden skin. 

He puts a jug full of my favourite cocktail (therefore the only cocktail he knows how to make) down on the glass coffee table in front of us and pours out two glasses, handing me the one with a straw in it. 

I take it from him wordlessly as he sits next to me, our legs touching, and I sip up a mouthful through the straw, the notes of tart orange flooding my senses, closely followed by the almost sickly-sweet taste of pomegranate. 

He may not be the most… diverse drink-maker, but he makes a beautiful Tequila Sunrise.

He puts his bare feet up on the footstool beside him and rests a hand on my thigh. 

I restrain myself from throwing it off. 

‘I don’t feel like arguing with you, so let’s have a conversation instead. Say what you want to say, y/n,’ he prompts calmly, and I take a deep breath before speaking, knowing he’s right about having a conversation instead of an argument. 

‘We came on this holiday to reconnect and spend uninterrupted time together. I wake up at 3am on our first day to find you gone, and you don’t come back ‘til 4am of day two. Do you understand why I’m annoyed?’

‘Yes, baby, I understand why you’re annoyed. But my staff knew we were coming here, and they sent me the information for a… for some business in the area,’ he says, purposely being vague because he knows I don’t like knowing the details of his dealings. 

‘You didn’t have to go. You’re the boss; you don’t follow orders from your staff,’ I say, knowing I sound a little whiny, and he chuckles. 

‘And I wouldn’t be the boss if I turned down jobs, y/n. I got where I am by taking every possible opportunity to make money. If I turned down jobs, doll, we wouldn’t even be on holiday right now,’ he points out, looking at me with raised eyebrows, and I pout, refusing to look back at him as I take another sip of my drink. 

‘A call. A text. A note. Something to tell me where you were, and a couple updates wouldn’t have killed you, Hoseok. You were gone for over 24 hours,’ I say, and he chuckles. 

‘Don’t go giving me that silly ‘I was worried about you’ routine, because you’ve never worried before. You know there’s nothing to be worried about,’ he says, annoyingly laidback and cocky, but he’s right. 

He’s an expert, and he knows what he’s doing, having never once given me a reason to worry about him.

Whenever he comes home with blood on his clothes, there are no wounds to match.

It may have taken me slightly longer than I’d like to admit to realise that it was because the blood wasn’t his. ‘I wasn’t going to give you that routine. But if you’re planning on disappearing for over a day, at least let me know where you’ve gone,’ I reply sharply, and he’s silent, knowing I’m right. 

‘I’m sorry, y/n. I thought you would’ve enjoyed it. Being alone for over a day in a fully equipped private villa in a foreign country with beautiful weather,’ he says gently, and I let out a laugh. 

‘Hardly alone. I’ve had your staff bringing me food, watching me on the CCTV – don’t even deny it, I know you get them to keep an eye on me – and I spotted more of your staff patrolling around the house during the night,’ I say pointedly, and he lets out a gentle laugh. 

‘You might not worry about me, baby, but you know I worry about you. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself. My priority is your safety,’ he says and, despite my annoyance with him, I feel my heart warming. 

‘I understand that, Hoseok, but it’d be nice if it was you making sure I’m safe. By being here. With me,’ I say softly, and he nods, holding my hand up to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to my skin.

‘I’m sorry, baby. What do you want me to say?’ he asks, words calm and genuine, never confrontational and defensive. 

‘I want you to say that you’ll stay with me for the rest of the time we’re here. No more business from your staff,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow, sighing. 

‘y/n, you know I can’t make promises like that. You knew that when you started dating me and you still knew that when you married me. But… I can make you one promise. If I have to go, I’ll tell you when and where I’m going, I’ll keep you updated, and I’ll come back as quickly as I possibly can,’ he says, and I can’t hold back the way my lips curl up at the corners at how he’s trying.

‘Okay. That sounds good,’ I smile, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, no doubt amused at how quickly I’m appeased. 

‘I’m sorry, baby. I wish that my work didn’t mean me having to leave you,’ he begins, putting down his (empty) glass and pulling me onto his lap effortlessly, and I giggle as the cocktail sloshes in my glass at the movement, nearly spilling over the edges. 

He takes the glass from me with a gentle smile and puts it down beside his, before he turns to look back at me, and I notice the way his pupils start to dilate, turning to look out at the sea to hide the blood rushing to my face at his gaze.

‘You know that, if I could, I’d spend every second of every day by your side, doll, but my work comes a close second to you in my life, which means that you also know that I can’t just refuse jobs,’ he says, arms holding me close to him and mouth moving against my bare shoulder. 

‘Not only because of the money and because I need to pay my staff, but because I love my work,’ he says, his relaxed tone contrasting with the way his eager hands wander, one drawing patterns around my collarbones, the other subtly groping my breast. 

He may be a big man with hundreds of staff beneath him and millions to his name, but to me, he’s still the boob-loving boy full of hope that I fell in love with. 

‘Almost as much as I love you, baby,’ he says, and I can hear his smile in his voice, bringing a smile to my face too. 

His fingers gently touch my chin, turning my head to face his, and when our eyes meet, I get that soft, warm feeling in my chest. 

The feeling of falling in love with him all over again. 

My eyes flutter shut and not even a moment later do I feel his hand curl around the back of my neck and pull me down to press our lips together. 

Within seconds, the kiss becomes passionate and fiery, and I can feel that he’s missed me in the way he kisses me. 

Our mouths move in sync, his tongue slipping between my lips and turning my brain into slush, the soft and pleasant pleasure of kissing him making my body numb all over. 

‘Finish your drink,’ he says against my lips, and I ignore it for the moment, so caught up in the feeling of his lips of mine and his hands wandering around my body. 

‘Baby. Finish your drink,’ he repeats, pulling away from me, cheeks glowing with a gentle blush and lips swollen.

‘Why? I’ve got… thirteen days to finish my drink,’ I joke, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘I think it’d be more fun for us to spend some of those thirteen days in our room. So, maybe, if you finish your drink, we can head upstairs, and I can make my absence yesterday up to you,’ he smirks, and I gulp, my pants suddenly becoming a little… damp.

I reach for my drink, knocking it back as he chuckles, and then I look at the jug, still with four glasses worth in it. 

‘Shall we just finish it off?’ I ask, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he reaches for the jug. 

‘Okay, baby girl wants to get drunk, huh?’ he teases, pouring out another glass for me before he refills his own, both of us knocking back our drinks. 

The more of it I drink, the more I can taste the agave beneath the orange and the pomegranate, and I know that, after having not eaten much today, I’ll be tipsy in no time. 

He watches me amusedly as I hold my glass out to him again, a grin playing at his lips as he refills it, and I start gulping it down before he can even refill his own. 

He knocks his back and practically snatches the glass out of my hand, putting both of our glasses down before he slides his arms under me. 

He stands up, lifting me up bridal-style, and I shriek, giggling as he heads into the house. 

The back of my black floral maxi dress trails along the floor and he’s careful not to step on it as he carries me up the stairs, both of us laughing, high on desire. 

When we reach our bedroom, he kicks open the door and places me carefully on the bed, never throwing me around.

He’s only ever rough with his cock inside me.

The balcony doors are open, the white curtains flowing in the gentle breeze, the sky above still dark with stars, but the sky ahead beginning to lighten to a pale yellow that’s reflected in the sea, signalling the sunrise.

He crawls over me, pressing kisses to my neck as I run my hands through his soft hair, my dress splayed out around us.

‘You’re so beautiful, doll. In this sexy dress. Can see your pretty tits through it,’ he mumbles against my skin as he begins marking me up, fingers toying with my nipples through the material, sending gentle waves of pleasure through me.  

I can feel his hard-on against my thigh, and I reach down to palm him through his trousers, revelling in the way he lets out a choked breath against my collarbones. 

‘Fuck, baby girl, let me….’ he begins, trailing off as I tilt my head to press a kiss to his lips, his tongue instantly delving into my mouth.

The taste of Tequila Sunrise dances across my taste buds as our mouths move together, his hands snaking around my waist as I rest mine on either side of his face.

It’s not long before I start grinding against him, letting out little whimpers, my pants embarrassingly damp at this point. 

‘Let me… let me help you out, baby,’ he says breathlessly, breaking away from me, before moving further down the bed as I move further up. 

He moves my dress so that he has access to the area between my legs through the thigh slit in the material, before reaching up and pulling the neckline down, my breasts spilling out of the material. 

With a smirk, he rips my pants off, throwing the flimsy material over his shoulder, my glistening core on show to him, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘Oh, baby, you’re soaked. Did you really miss me that much? Did you touch yourself, doll?’ he asks, looking me in the eye, and I shake my head honestly, biting my lip at the feeling of the cool air on my bare heat.

‘God, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby girl?’ he asks, eyes now focused between my legs, and I nod with a gentle little whine, wanting him to do something. 

He lets out a gentle chuckle, looking up at me with hooded eyes as his hands start to travel up my legs, moving my dress further out of the way. 

‘What do you want, baby? Use your words,’ he prompts, hands stilling at the tops of my legs, and I shiver when a sudden puff of wind travels through the room, ruffling his hair and hitting my core. 

‘Your fingers, your mouth, your cock, anything, babe, please,’ I whine, hearing the desperation in my own voice, and he laughs, the air he expels hitting the area between my legs, prompting another whimper from me. 

‘How about in that order then? My fingers, then my mouth, and then my cock?’ he asks, and I nod, his words causing another gush of arousal between my legs. ‘

Yes, god, yes. Please, Hobi, just touch me. Need you, need you so bad,’ I beg, and he seems to take pity on me, obviously sensing how desperate I am for him. 

He parts my folds, the ministration making my body jolt, before he gently works one finger into me. 

‘Oh, oh, god, Hobi,’ I moan out at the slight stimulation, clenching around him uncontrollably. 

‘Fuck, baby, stop clenching, you’ll break my finger. Can I add another?’ he asks, and I take a deep breath, nodding fervently. 

‘Please,’ I whine, and he wastes no time pushing another finger into me, the feeling making my back arch off the bed as a gentle whimper escapes from between my lips. 

He gives me a few seconds to adjust before he starts gently rocking his hand, his fingers very slightly moving inside me, and I let out a whisper of his name. 

‘So sensitive, doll. You can’t stop clenching. Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock,’ he mumbles, eyes focused on the way his fingers disappear between my folds, and his words cause another moan to escape from my mouth. 

He knows my body so well, knowing when he can increase his pace, gradually doing so until his fingers are pumping in and out of me rapidly, moans frequently falling from between my lips, my fingers gently clutching onto his soft fluffy locks.

When he adds another finger, my breath hitches in my throat, hands tugging on his hair, and he lets out a groan at the feeling, having a very slight pain kink that he (usually) manages to hide quite well. 

He starts to rub at my clit with his thumb as his fingers pump into me, and it’s not long before I’m on the precipice of my climax. 

And he knows that, which is why he removes his fingers, prompting me to let out a frustrated whine. 

‘Don’t be bratty, or I’ll have to punish you, and then you’ll have to wait even longer before I let you cum,’ he warns, and I can’t stop myself from letting out another whine. 

‘But, Hobi, please. I need to cum,’ I breathe out pathetically, and he raises an eyebrow at me, jaw clenched. 

‘Come on, baby, don’t be a brat. You were being so good for me before, don’t spoil it,’ he says, sitting up, and it’s like I want to push him, want him to punish me.

‘But it hurts, Hobi,’ I whisper pitifully, and his eyes darken. 

‘Fine. I gave you two chances, but you still want to be a brat. So now you can choke on my cock instead of having it stuffed into your little pussy. And it’s Sir to you now,’ he spits out, getting up off the bed. 

‘Get up,’ he instructs, and I decide not to push him any further, climbing off the bed and watching as he lies down amongst the messy sheets and cushions, slowly pulling his shirt up slightly and unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down to the tops of his thighs along with his boxers. 

His rock-hard length springs up to hit his stomach, head swollen, red and leaking with precum. 

‘Come here,’ he says with a tilt of his head, and I climb back onto the bed.

‘Ass up here,’ he instructs, and I throw a leg over him so that my ass, covered by my dress, is in front of his face and my face is centimetres from his dick. 

‘Suck, you dirty little brat,’ he says, and I support myself on my forearms, breasts pressed against his stomach as I spit on my hands and run them up and down his cock, preparing him. 

I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and tasting his precum, and he pushes my head further down, making me supress a gag as he holds me in place. 

My nose is practically pressed up against his balls, his cock pushing down my throat, and I try to take measured breaths through my nose as he continues to hold me where I am. 

He then grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me off his cock, allowing me to clear my throat before prompting me to take him back in and, when I do, I instantly begin to bob my head up and down. 

‘That’s a good girl. Go as deep as you can, baby,’ he instructs, one hand still holding my hair in a tight grip as he gathers my dress up to reveal my ass and pussy to him. 

‘Look at this pretty ass. Can’t wait to leave hand-shaped bruises on it. Count,’ he commands, before his hand comes down harshly onto my ass. 

‘One,’ I attempt to say with his cock in my mouth, the word coming out garbled and nonsensical. 

He lands slap after slap onto my ass, hand still pulling my hair tightly as I’m trying my hardest to count whilst bobbing up and down his dick, and he stops when I reach ten. 

‘Fuck, you’re such a good girl,’ he breathes out, letting go of my hair as his hands gently rub my ass to soothe my sore cheeks, and I hum against his cock, his hips bucking up at the feeling. 

I cup his balls in my hand, and I can feel him nearing his orgasm, his hips beginning to buck up, causing him to fuck my mouth. 

‘Fuck, love it when you let me fuck your mouth like a good little slut. Love it when you choke on me, doll,’ he grunts out, his thrusting obviously taking a lot of effort.

I stay still, allowing him to do as he pleases as I play with his balls, until he reaches down and puts his hands on my shoulders, pulling me up and off him. 

‘I don’t wanna cum in your mouth, baby, I wanna cum in this tight little pussy. But.. I believe I promised you my mouth,’ he says, and I try not to move, knowing I need to wait for instructions from him. 

‘You wanna sit on my face, doll?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly, looking over my shoulder at him. 

‘Yes, sir, please,’ I reply, and he smirks with an amused chuckle, moving to lie down. 

‘Come on,’ he says, and I move so that I hover above him, hands gripping onto the headboard as he wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me down so that I’m practically sat on his face.

He doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare before he licks a bold stripe across my slit, making my whole body quiver above him.

‘Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby. So good, could eat your pussy all day,’ he says against my core, the vibrations making me whimper.

He starts relatively slow, tongue circling my clit before lapping up my slick and poking between my folds gently. 

And then it’s not long before he loses his self-control, abusing my heat with his tongue, hands holding me in a bruisingly tight grip as I squirm above him. 

‘Please, please,’ I moan, again and again, and I can see the amusement in his eyes as he breathes against my folds, his tongue circling my clit again and again. 

‘Please, what? Words, baby,’ he says against my folds, making me jolt forwards, my face contorted with pleasure as he continues his attack on my pussy. 

‘More, Sir, more. Need- ah, oh, fuck… need to cum,’ I force out between moans, face contorted in pleasure, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. 

‘My little slut wants to cum?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, and I nod, mouth open in a silent moan as the waves of pleasure roll over me.

He practically begins to make out with my pussy, lips moving against my folds as his tongue continues to push between my folds. 

And then he decided to torture me further, mouth moving to suck at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me, curling them inside me. 

‘Sir, fuck, feels so good, need… need to c-’ I moan out, my words cut off when his fingers scrape against the spongy spot inside me. 

‘Then cum, doll,’ he prompts, pushing me over the edge when he curls his fingers and gently nips at my bundle of nerves, my orgasm washing over me. 

My body convulses as he holds me in place, a drawn-out moan falling from my lips as he continues sucking at my clit and pumping his fingers into me in order to prolong my high, cumming on his tongue and feeling him lick up my release. 

Once he senses me coming down, he gently flips us over so that I lie among the sheets and he pulls off his shirt, exposing expanses of beautiful golden skin pulled over hard muscle, before moving to hover over me. 

‘You need time, baby?’ he asks, concern mixing with the desire in his eyes, and I nod, taking a deep breath. 

‘Colour?’ he questions. 

‘Green,’ I reply breathlessly, and he chuckles, the concern in his face disappearing.

‘So you don’t need time,’ he smirks, pushing into me with no warning. 

I let out a loud moan at the feeling of him filling me up and he curses under his breath as I clench uncontrollably around him, my walls squeezing against his cock almost uncomfortably. 

He doesn’t bother giving me time to adjust, just pulls all the way out of me, and slams back in, making me moan out, my back arching up from the bed, his face buried between my breasts.

‘As much as I love a face full of tits, I need you to stay still, baby,’ he says, voice strained as he continues slamming into me, our hips meeting every time he fills me up. 

‘Fuck, more, Sir, more, please,’ I beg, and he chuckles as I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back. 

‘More? You wanted some time a minute ago, and now you want more?’ he asks, and I nod, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss, tasting the sweet cocktail mixed with my own arousal on his tongue. 

He moans into my mouth as I clench around him, and he speeds up even more, the headboard beginning to hit the wall as he pounds into me, balls slapping against my ass. 

‘You feel so good around me, god, baby, so good. No one has pussy like yours. I’d fuck you all day if I could,’ he groans against my lips, and I grin at the praise, loving it when he compliments me. 

‘Let me hear your pretty moans, baby,’ he prompts as he bends one of my legs between us, the new angle allowing him to go deeper, hitting the spot inside me that has my eyes rolling back and my back arching up into him. 

‘Love your cock, Sir, love it when you fuck me rough. Just want you filling me up all the time,’ I moan out, the leg that’s still around him pulling him closer to me as I rake my nails down his back at the pleasure, loving the moan of my name that falls from his lips. 

‘You love it rough, huh, doll?’ he growls, one hand coming to rest at the base of my neck, his rings providing some cool relief against my burning skin, and I sigh blissfully at the feeling of his thick cock stretching me out and filling me completely, awaiting his hand tightening around my neck.

And when it does, slightly cutting off my airways, I let out a loud moan, my breathing quickly becoming laboured. 

My head whirls at the pleasure he’s providing me, and I can feel myself slowly nearing the edge.

‘I’m gonna…’ I force out before trailing off, unable to speak as his thrusts become more drawn out and forceful, his tip dragging against the spongy spot inside me. 

‘You gonna cum, baby?’ he asks, and I nod as he smirks before ducking his head to suck one of my nipples, his hand still lightly gripping my neck. 

‘Hold it,’ he says, my nipple still in his mouth, and I let out a loud frustrated moan when his thrusts slow down. 

‘Sir, please,’ I moan, voice hoarse, my eyes beginning to fill with tears as he slowly rocks into me, lips mouthing over my nipple.

‘Beg. I love hearing my dirty little slut beg for me. Love hearing you beg whilst my cock’s buried in this tight little pussy. Who’s pussy is this, baby?’ he asks, mouth moving to the other nipple, and I whimper as my fingers tangle into his hair. 

‘Yours, Sir, only yours,’ I force out as it becomes harder and harder to breathe, the lack of air making my head light and intensifying the pleasure. 

‘It’s mine, is it, doll? If I own this pussy, I own your orgasms. So you better fucking beg me to let you have one,’ he spits out against my breast, hips still slowly rocking back and forth as his hand around my neck loosens slightly to let me speak. 

‘Please, Sir, let me cum. Been so desperate for your cock, can’t hold it. Feels so good, no one can ever fuck me better than you. Only want your cock. Please let me cum, Sir, your cock’s too good, I can’t hold it,’ I moan, the words coming out without thought, and he groans. 

‘Fuck, you’re so hot. Cum then,’ he says teasingly, without increasing his pace at all, and I whine. 

‘Sir, I need… I need more,’ I whimper, and he chuckles. 

‘Be specific, y/n. What do you mean by ‘more’?’ he asks, still with the same teasing tone. 

‘Faster,’ I breathe out, feeling him instantly increase his pace. 

‘H… harder,’ I whisper, and he practically begins pounding into me, the bed creaking embarrassingly loud. 

‘Rub… rub me,’ I plead, and he chuckles, before one of his hands slowly trails down between our bodies, his fingers gently rubbing at my clit. 

‘Ch- fuck, oh god. Choke… choke me,’ I manage to breathe out, and he groans, ‘so sexy,’ under his breath before his hand tightens at my neck again.

‘Talk,’ I mumble, and he chuckles, eyes darkening as he continues to fuck me, harsh and rough. 

‘You want me to talk? What shall I say, baby? You want me to say how good your tight little pussy feels around me, especially when you clench?’ he spits out, making my walls flutter around him frantically, and he grins darkly. 

‘You want to say I love how submissive and good you are for me, how innocent you look with your big eyes when I wrap my hand around your throat?’ he says, tightening his grip on my neck again, the lack of air making me light-headed, my vision blurring with tears. 

‘You want me to say that I love it when your tits bounce against my chest, and that I love sucking on your nipples?’ he grunts, his hand momentarily abandoning my clit to gently slap at my breasts before squeezing them roughly. 

‘You want me to say how much I fucking love it when your eyes roll back into your head and when you look so fucked out because of how good my cock makes you feel?’ he asks, pulling all the way out to slam back into me, and my eyes roll back, a laugh falling from between his lips at how predictable I am. 

‘Or would you rather I beg you to cum all over my cock and soak it like a good little slut for me? How about that?’ he asks softly, before he begins his attack on my body. 

His fingers roughly rub figure-eights on my clit, cock pounding into me almost painfully and hand tightening to almost completely cut off my breathing.

Almost instantly, I feel my orgasm wash over me, and I scream out, tears spilling down my face as overwhelming waves of pleasure flow through me. 

He fucks me through my orgasm, continuing to rub at my clit and grip my throat as my release practically gushes out of me with each thrust, soaking the bed and both of our thighs. 

Once I’m beginning to come down, his hands move to press into the bed on either side of my head, and he begins fucking into me with renewed vigour, the overstimulation making me sob. 

‘Fuck, fuck, so sexy when you cry for me, doll. I don’t know whether it’s because you’re sensitive, or whether you just love my cock that much. Both, right? My baby loves being a little slut, but can’t handle it, huh? I’ll make sure you handle it, baby,’ he grunts, continuing to fuck me, and I know he won’t stop until he cums. 

‘Take my cock, baby, fucking take it,’ he spits out, thrusting so hard I’m worried one of us will get injured. 

The thought soon disappears from my head, the intense and painful pleasure rendering my mind blank.

‘Look at you, doll, such a good fucking slut for me. Letting me overstimulate you without complaining. Fucking love it when you’re like this. All messy and tired and dumb for me,’ he grunts, and I know I need to help him cum, or he’ll probably bruise my cervix.

Despite being so fucked out that I can barely think straight and having eyes streaming with tears, I have enough sense to reach down to cup his balls, and he lets out shaky breaths at the feeling. 

‘Give me your hand, baby,’ I breathe out, and he balances all his weight on one hand, holding his other out to me, continuing to fuck me as I place his hand over my lower stomach. 

‘You feel that? Can you feel your big, thick cock through my stomach? That’s how good you fill me up, baby,’ I say, knowing that his cock is protruding obscenely, and he moans at the fact that he’s managing to do this to me, throwing his head back out of pleasure.

‘Come on, baby, cum for me. Want your cum,’ I whisper into his ear as I wrap an arm around his back to pull him closer down to me. 

‘Where, baby?’ he breathes out as I press kisses to his jaw and cheek, caressing his shoulders and neck and gently scraping my nails on his scalp. 

‘Well, I’d say my tits, but you can’t ruin the pretty dress you bought me. And I’d say my face, but I put on some pretty makeup especially for you – love looking pretty for my baby boy. So how about you just cum inside?’ I ask, taking control, and he’s so desperate to cum that he doesn’t even put me back in my place. 

‘Inside? Are you sure?’ he asks, voice strained, and I nod as his thrusts start to become a little uneven. 

‘Want you to fill me up with your cum, baby boy, love it when you leave me dripping with your cum. Want your baby. Hmm, how does that sound? You wanna fuck a baby into me? Fill me up with you cum, baby boy, so deep that I can’t possibly not be pregnant,’ I whisper into his ear, knowing he loves it when I do so – he called me a sexy little vixen last time, and I can’t say I object to the name. 

‘Fuck, fuck, wanna… wanna fill you up, wanna fuck a baby into you,’ he moans out, my heart fluttering at the momentary break in his dominant disposition.

‘Cum, baby boy, dirty up my pussy with your cum and give me your baby,’ I whisper, completely focused on his pleasure rather than my own. 

His hips stutter, cock twitching inside me, and I take the chance to wrap both of my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his lower back to hold him in place as I play with his balls. 

But the final straw for him is when I slip my hand beneath his on the sheets and intertwine our fingers together, the movement full of my love for him.

‘Fuck, y/n, feels so good,’ he chokes out, head buried in my neck as he reaches his high, thick spurts of his hot cum hitting my walls. 

I continue grinding into him to prolong his orgasm, and his body falls limp after a few moments, his entire body weight resting on mine. I feel my high (that was beginning to approach) diminish rapidly, but I don’t care – as long as he feels good, I’m happy.

‘God, that… was intense,’ he mumbles against my chest, cock still buried inside me, and I smile to myself, playing with his hair. 

‘Just a bit. I can’t believe you let me dom. Even if it was for, like, a minute,’ I say, and he laughs, breath hitting my bare skin. 

‘Pussy so good, it turns me into a sub,’ he jokes, and I laugh, feeling him chuckle.

‘Let me… let me get you off,’ he says, moving off me, and I shudder at the feeling of his cock falling out of me. 

‘No, it’s okay. I don’t know if I can handle it,’ I say jokingly, though I mean it – he’s given me such a good fucking, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to walk straight. 

‘I’m not asking you, baby. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says with a dark grin, and it’s as though he’s regained all of his energy.

‘Hobi, I can’t take any more,’ I sigh, and he ignores my protests as he settles between my legs, moving my dress out of the way.

‘But you’re being so so good for me, doll. You’ve been handling it so well,’ he says, eyes fixed on the way his cum gently drips out of my abused pussy. 

He begins leaving open-mouthed kisses up my thighs before he collects up his cum that’s dripped out of me, rubbing it back into my clit before gently pushing a finger between my folds. 

‘No, Hobi, please, I can’t,’ I whine, the overstimulation too much as pumps in and out of me slowly.

‘Colour?’ he asks, and I sigh, knowing I should answer truthfully, before I say, ‘green.’ 

‘So you can, and you will,’ he says, and I whine again as he adds another long finger, scraping against my walls. 

‘Listen to me, baby. I’m gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you’re going to cum on my tongue as many times as it takes for me to be satisfied. Because I own this pussy, and I will do with it what I please. Understand?’ he asks, voice sounding slightly harsher, and I nod as his eyes meet mine, which are already beginning to fill with tears. 

‘Yes, Hobi,’ I say submissively, and he grins, wasting no time before he licks a bold stripe across my heat, his fingers continuing to pump into me. 

‘Ah, fuck, Hobi,’ I moan as the pain of overstimulation begins to ebb away into pleasure, the feeling of his mouth and fingers quickly bringing me ecstasy. 

And then his fingers disappear, quickly being replaced by his tongue dipping between my folds and licking up his own cum that begins to gush out of me. 

‘God, you taste so fucking good with my cum dripping out of you, baby. Best thing I’ve ever tasted,’ he mumbles against my heat, and I throw my head back in pleasure as my back arches, tears beginning to spill from my eyes. 

He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling frequently from my lips.

My fingers tangle into his soft, silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, my legs wrapped around his shoulders, heels digging into his upper back. 

I can feel his eyes on me, watching as he works wonders at my core, my orgasm beginning to approach. 

‘Fuck, more, Hobi, please,’ I whine, and I feel his lips curl up into a grin against me. 

‘A few minutes ago, you didn’t want any more, and now you’re moaning for more, begging for more, like a dirty little slut,’ he chuckles, before pushing three fingers into me, making me cry out. 

‘Yes, Hobi, god, yes! Feels so fucking good,’ I cry, tears streaming down my face, and he pumps his fingers into me rapidly before he begins sucking at my clit. 

‘Look at you crying. Do I make you feel that good that you cry, huh, baby? Look so fucking sexy when you cry,’ he says teasingly against my clit, and I let out a loud sob, his ministrations feeling absolutely euphoric. 

‘I’m gon- fuck! Hobi, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he speeds up even more, my head whirling at the blissful feeling. 

‘Come on, baby, fucking cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing and quickly being replaced with his mouth. 

His tongue dips between my folds as his lips furiously tug at my folds, before he begins alternating his tongue and fingers. 

Both his digits and his muscle dip in and out of my folds, my moans getting louder and louder, and when his nose nudges at my clit, my mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

‘Come on, y/n, cum for me, baby girl,’ he prompts against my clit, fingers continuing to abuse my pussy, and I feel myself beginning to come undone. 

I scream out his name as my orgasm washes over me, body convulsing beneath him, and he prolongs my high by continuing to rock his fingers into me and lap at my clit gently, holding me in place. 

Once I begin to come down, he removes his fingers and licks them clean, watching me with an affectionate smile as my thighs twitch with the aftershocks of my orgasm. 

‘You did so well for me, baby, so well,’ he praises, as he climbs off the bed, pulling his boxers and trousers up, buttoning up as he disappears into our bathroom, coming back with a towel. 

He gently cleans me up before helping me to sit up and handing me the bottle of water sat on the bedside table. 

‘Drink it all. I’ll go get more from downstairs,’ he says with a smile, and I chug down the water as he disappears from the room. 

I look out of the balcony doors to see that the sky is streaked with beautiful pastel colours, the sun peeking up from the ocean in an orange half-circle.

When he comes back, I’ve adjusted my dress (so that my tits aren’t out) and am sat against the headboard, and I laugh when I spot to jug of Tequila Sunrise in his hand with two glasses. 

‘I thought we could have some more. Who say we can’t get morning drunk?’ he grins as he pours us out a glass each, handing me mine with a kiss to my lips. 

He comes to sit beside me and puts an arm around me, and I instinctively curl into him, throwing my legs over his. 

‘Did I push you too hard, baby?’ he asks, and I shake my head instantly. 

‘It was great, baby, perfect. But I’ll probably need a nap soon,’ I say, already feeling a little sleepy, and he laughs. 

‘That’s okay. You can nap, because we’ll still have twelve days to do whatever we want,’ he says with a gentle kiss to the top of my head, and I smile contentedly. 

‘As long as you don’t leave me for work,’ I joke, and he chuckles softly. 

‘I’ll try my best, baby,’ he replies, voice gently, and I smile to myself as I take a sip from my glass, both of us falling silent as we watch the sun rise. 

[utopiannamjoon]

Ephemeral, part 8 [Final]

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Business au

Pairing: Jimin x reader, Namjoon x reader

Warning: slight swearing and somewhat slut shaming

Words: 7k

Synopsis: You had everything from the materialistic world but all of them were useless to you when you had to share them with a man who didn’t love you. You never thought you’d be genuinely happy until someone approached you. An affair that turned your life upside down.

You can find links to all of the parts in my masterlist, linked in bio

~~

Your life living in the guest room of Suzie’s house was beginning to feel normal even though it was the opposite of how you used to life. The mansion you had made you feel empty and hollow despite the rooms being filled with designer items and decorations you chose. It didn’t take you long to get used to the atmosphere of love and friendship as it was something you’ve always dreamed of since you were a child and saw how others lived differently from your family. But you never thought that would be you.

Suzie didn’t complain or hint at the fact that you’ve been living with her for months now without paying rent. She told you that she is doing this because she loved you and refused every cent you tried to offer her - so you tried to do everything in the house from the cleaning to cooking. You wondered what did you do in your previous life to deserve her.

Jimin was happy, his eyes would be half lid when you looked at you with the familiar smile planted on his face but something was eating at him, you couldn’t tell what it was. The uncertainty kept creeping in when the weeks went by. He would come home from whichever farm he got work for that day, eyebags bigger than you’ve ever seen them but still he would have a smile on and try to hide his exhaustion. The blisters on his hands were starting to heal so it made you relieved that he was doing something less physical.

You heard the door open so you dusted your hands on the apron and peaked from the kitchen. Jimin kicked off his shoes and stretched out his arms before seeing you from the corner, and the smile appeared on his lips.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” You commented and motioned for him to come hug you, which he gladly did, “You have good timing, dinner is ready.”

“We aren’t ordering pizza?” Jimin nudged you. The pizza boxes had their own deserved pile on the counter from the many times the three of you were too tired or just plain lazy to cook since now you couldn’t just order someone to come cook a full course meal for you. “This is a nice surprise, and fitting since I have something to tell you.” Jimin took a seat and Suzie laid a plate for him and then took a seat herself.

“Just thinking about pizza makes me nauseous,” Suzie scoffed and shoved her mouth full, “Homemade food is ten times better.”

“You’re not wrong there.”

“I know I’m not.” She grinned. She is never wrong.

Jimin huffed and shook his head. Taking the ladle in his hand and pouring the sauce on his plate, he looked at you, “But how was your day? Restocking and refilling?”

“Yeah, same old same old,” you nodded and bit your lip. “You know, the usual.”

“C’mon you always have a story to tell.” He egged you on, “Did that old man come by for fish bait again?”

“No, not this time but someone else did,” You mirrored his smile, “A banker. We got to talking and he suggested a loan.”

”No,” Jimin said simply in between bites, without his expression wavering in anyway.

”But if we talked to him about it and the options, we could move -”

While Jimin set down his cutlery, he and Suzie made eye contact. Her lips pulled a flat line and the pace she was eating in slowed down.

”No,” Jimin repeated himself firmly but his smile was nowhere to be seen anymore. ”They won’t lend me money.” He made sure to stress every word more than the last one.

“I’m sure if we went in there for a chat we could figure out a plan or something.” The voice you spoke with wasn’t as confident as it was before. The way he denied you so soon had you confused.

”We won’t get a loan. My pay isn’t stable enough and after I lost my high ranking job and all of my possessions they aren’t looking at me very kindly.” He spoke with his head down while glancing at Suzie and the plate in front of you, trying his best to avoid your eyes, ”I don’t want to continue this discussion.”

”You don’t know that. We’ll go there together and we can figure out something because we both work.” You suggested since it was a good choice in your opinion. It wouldn’t hurt you in any case.

”You went from being unemployed to working on the cash register at a small general store. A job that you’ve had for less than half a year. A teenager has more experience in the eyes of a bank.” He finally looked at you, “Namjoon has always taken care of money for you so you haven’t had to worry about a thing. It isn’t as simple as walking in and signing a piece of paper like you seem to think.”

Silence set in and Suzie was looking down at her plate with her tongue in her cheek. The chair screech was the only thing to break the agonizing sound of crickets when you got up and marched for the front door.

“Babe - Babe, don’t walk out,” Jimin sighed as you walked by but you didn’t react. This isn’t the ideal living situation but you won’t take this attitude when you’ve just cooked after coming home from work. You’ve had a hard day of work too, he isn’t the only one having a physical job with having to wake up earlier than the rooster.

”Wow, good job.” Suzie scoffed when you were by the front door pulling on your shoes, ”That’s basically telling her that she is useless and has done nothing in her life.”

”Don’t start with me, you know that’s not what I meant. She’s ruining everything.” Jimin told her with an angrier tone than you would’ve ever wished for. His utensils hit the plate again and he buried his face in his hands, ”This isn’t what I wanted. What about us?”

“Life doesn’t always go along with your plans, pull yourself together.”

~

You spent quite a while walking in the surrounding forests trying to empty your mind. Thoughts of you overreacting started to fill your mind, he was right after all. It’s not like your life has been hard. You haven’t had to work for anything - well except for your degree that ended up being useless since you weren’t allowed to intervene in Namjoon’s or your father’s business. You helped out Namjoon in a lot of things for sure but no one would hire you based on that alone. It wasn’t a real job sending out invitations and organizing gatherings when it’s only for your husband.

Organizing anything for Namjoon was always a hassle. He would change his mind constantly and somehow you were at fault for not reading his mind.

Nothing seemed to go forward. You’re stuck with your boyfriend living in your best friend’s house and there wasn’t a way out. You couldn’t lend money from anyone, not from a bank or your parents and you refused to put Suzie in that position.

You haven’t had any contact with your parents since of your divorce when your father called you a disgrace while your mother stood by him with the sulkiest look on her face - probably wanting to grow the guts to leave the horrific relationship she’s been stuck in since she was 18. That nearly happened to you too.

Honestly, would it have been better? If Jimin is regretting everything, is it good to continue? You did this decision together because you wanted to, forgetting the life you had before and leaving the material possessions with it. Maybe you’re so used to the lavish lifestyle that getting started from zero is absolutely impossible.

You have no traits or experience with the real world. Your dad has handed everything to you.

The surrounding trees went high but they were nothing compared to the concrete towers you’ve gotten used to since you were a child but it was something so freeing. The nature around you was so pure of anything evil, bushes, tree trunks and leaves were there for you to respect. You’re equal to the animal counterparts that ran through the grounds and branches.

Nothing in your previous life was equal. Your dad was the head of the family and you and your mother had no authority to intervene. With your marriage with Namjoon you had the choice to decide if you wanted to decorate the dining room with roses or tulips once he had guests over.

Jimin talked to you like you were sound in the head, finally making you feel like you were worthy and your opinions aren’t just made up in an emotional outburst. What a shame that everything was going down the drain. Something had to be done.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket and you checked the notifications. Great. You felt foolish getting your hopes up that someone was finally trying to contact you. The battery is near dead and there was so sign of Jimin or even Suzie trying to message or call you.

It’s not like one text message from him would make everything better but it would show that he cared. It’s hugely disappointing even though you weren’t expecting him to crawl back to you, like you always did to Namjoon. Maybe it was your time to submit to his will, it wasn’t any different from your previous life after all.

~

You didn’t go home. You didn’t hear from anyone. Not a call nor a text message. You slept at the general store’s back room that was equipped with a bed and a quilt, not the ideal sleeping place but it would do. The owners would understand and wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

You organized the shelves and took care of the inventory, filling up the papers and putting everything in their respected places. Your day could’ve started better but you weren’t the one to complain - out loud at least.

Seeing the faces of your regular customers made you push off the thoughts of Jimin as you served and helped them get what they wanted. You got an apple for the old man’s horse and new batch of worms for his fishing trip this evening. His stories never bored you, they reminded you of the stories you read in secrecy from your parents, you wanted to witness all of those things too and now you’re a step closer to that childhood dream.

The man waved goodbye to you after his horse feasted on the bright red apple, leaving a smile on your face as you went to continue your duties.

It didn’t take long until the door opened and you heard the familiar ring from the bell, you yelled, “I’ll be right there.” from the back. You dusted your hands from the flower puffing out of the bag and walked to the register.

“This is an absolute downgrade.” A man in a black jacked sneered, looking down on his nose to you, ”This is an humiliation to your family. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and your head got empty upon seeing him. Your only wish was to never see him again,

“Dad…”

“How could you trade to this?” He looked around with his nose wrinkled and full of disappointment. ”Didn’t you have everything?

“I - “

“Namjoon is willing to take you back if you do it respectfully. I talked to him and he isn’t carrying ill will with him.” He swiped his index finger on the counter and ended up staring at it in utmost disgust. How could you do this to him?

“I’m not going back to him. He doesn’t treat me well.” You uttered.

“Is this about love? Whats going on with you? Do you think that matters?” He moved his disappointed gaze to yours. The simple move made you feel like you were nothing, like you were the size of an ant and forgotten by the society. ”You will learn to live with him, you’re not a teen anymore. You’re being selfish in turning him down. What I can’t imagine that he is willing to take you back, I would’ve thrown your mother out in the curb if she did that to me. What’s even worse I can’t talk to my business partners when they ask about my daughter. What will i tell them?”

“So, it’s about you? Tell them your kid finally thinks for herself,” You stated. It’s never up to you to make choice in your life. “Do you manipulate mom as well?” You knew you crossed the line but you didn’t care or you thought you didn’t. The shout made you jump regardless.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” He warned you, loudly, using the deep voice he told you off since you have been a toddler, ”You will leave Jimin and we’ll forget this ever happened. You’re acting like a whore, getting together with a married man.”

You didn’t know what to say. You stared at each other in complete silence but only the one of you felt frightened. Your dad has always been quick to raise his voice especially when he didn’t get what he wanted. It’s his way. No compromises.

“Where do you live?” He finally asked when you moved to look at the tip of your shoes, “With him, supposedly. Namjoon didn’t give you a thing in the divorce, rightfully so. You don’t deserve anything. I don’t give you any monetary support for these actions…” He pondered for a second, “It’s suzie, isn’t it?”

“No.” You shook your head with glowy eyes. You knew he was going to do something.

“Let’s go. Close this hell hole and let’s go.” He demanded, “I’m going alone if you’re not joining with me.”

You flipped the sign hanging on the door to ”closed” when you followed your father outside with your head hanging low. Jimin isn’t supposed to be home yet and Suzie is often out doing her own business so you crossed your fingers that there wasn’t going to be more fighting. Or you couldn’t say you fought your father since the man has always been the ruler in your life. You feared him.

The car ride was only few minutes but it felt like an eternity. Silence only broken when he yelled at you for being a total loser and not thinking of your best interest. You should have been with Namjoon until death do you apart, that’s how it’s meant to go whether you liked it or not.

Your father ripped the door open with his strong grip and the house got possessed with his terrifying presence. You stepped in after him but for your misfortune the house wasn’t empty.

Jimin and Suzie sat on the couch, facing each other and giggling like school girls when you walked after your father to the living room. A weird feeling set in your stomach, making you feel more uneasy by the second. When did they become that close?

Jimin noticed you and your father standing in the hallway. The smile on his face dropped when he saw you but the color drained away when he realized who was standing right there beside you - a man whose face took away the tiniest bit of happiness in your soul once has.

Suzie followed Jimin’s gaze and was quick to retract her hand from his to behind her back. Her eyes were about to fall out from the intensity they captivated. She has always succeeded in protecting her own honor except when against your father.

”Sir -” Jimin stood up frantically, feeling his heart jump in his throat. He was baffled seeing your father like this. A part of him wished he wouldn’t have to face him ever again. They’ve talked during dinners but the man was not easy to talk to.

”Mr. Park, how lovely it is to see you.” Your dad said the kind words with a toxic tone and a small smirk, ”Let’s get down to business, shall we?” He clasped his hands together and the menacing look set on his face, “You got in my daughter’s small brain and in return you lost your possessions. Its clear to say that you’re insane and cannot take care of yourself let alone my offspring. Especially now that you made that sacrifice and have another slut with you right there.”

”Sir, I can -”

”No. You’re not hearing me. You’re nothing, dust. You’re an absolute imbecile for leaving your life behind and all for her.” Your father kept accusing, now being frank, as if his previous comments were kind from the get go.

”Do NOT talk about her like that.” Jimin raised his voice which made everybody take a step back - even your father. He was always such a smooth and a kind talker so it caught everybody’s attention. Jimin breathed in and explained himself. ”Sir, I did what I felt was the right thing to do.”

”Mr. Park are you criticizing my way of parenting?” Your father purposefully brushed off his comment and the friendly tone, “You should’ve thought with your head instead of your smaller self downstairs. Look where it got you. You’re regretting all of it.”

”I’m not.” Jimin’s lips rose up from a small, warm smile that caught your attention. There it was. The beautiful and genuine smile you missed for a day - that he shared with Suzie while you were gone, neither of them trying to contact you. ”I’d make the same decision in a heartbeat. I know you’re cold enough not to care about love but I love your daughter. I’m inlove with her. I will marry her with or without your approval. I don’t care about your opinion.” He motioned his hand towards the door, ”I suggest you to leave, we don’t have anything to converse about.”

”Is that a threat?” He scoffed, taking in everything that fit his agenda, ”She will go back to Namjoon. Your feelings don’t dictate anything. She won’t stay with you any longer.”

”If that’s her wish.” Jimin agreed which made your father grow the most smug smile you’ve ever seen.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the door but you held your ground and wouldn’t budge.

”What’re you doing?” He looked up from your shoes stuck to the ground to your face.

”I’m not going to Namjoon.” You whispered out and shook your head, that’s everything you got out.

You were beginning to see the fumes escaping your dad’s ears when he looked between you and Jimin with eerie eyes. His lip twitched as he was about to say something, but he spat on the floor and turned on his heel, the door leaving a loud bang after he shot out, not being used to people opposing him. His intimidating persona made it virtually impossible to disagree.

Jimin took quick steps and walked by you to the front door, seeing himself if your dad was actually leaving. Your dad spoke on his phone as he speeded off the yard, leaving tire marks deep in the gravel.

Jimin joined you to the living room, being unsure who to look at. He looked at Suzie who shrugged, she had no idea what just happened.

Everyone stood still, completely baffled at what just happened. Your dad stormed in and started to accuse everybody.

“Why was he here? Did you call him?” He turned to you but you didn’t answer - you didn’t like that question. Why would’ve you called him? You hated your father more than Jimin did, he didn’t even have that big of a reason to hate him.

The odd feeling in your stomach wouldn’t die down, instead it made its way up your esophagus. You didn’t say a thing when you bolted to the bathroom, hand on your mouth to not spill everywhere, leaving Suzie and Jimin even more confused.

“Are you not feeling well? Are you sick?” Jimin had followed you to the otherside of the house, making sure to hold your hair up when he noticed that you were in fact spilling your guts out. “Is it because of your dad? Did- did he touch you?!”

You shook your head and spat your mouth empty before rinsing your mouth at the sink while Suzie and Jimin stared at your back intently.

Your eyes met Suzie’s through the mirror and you felt something you had never felt towards her. Jealousy. Everytime your heart banged and sent blood flowing through you it felt worse. She was the one keeping him company while you were gone, probably telling him to forget about your little tantrum.

Jimin kept asking you a bunch of questions but you denied them, just saying no and brushing them off. You didn’t feel sick or too bad for that matter. You just had to throw up.

~

You’ve tried your best in avoiding your two roommates despite the efforts they’ve put in trying to talk to you and get you to engage with them. You didn’t like to see them together or in the same room just talking to each other because the unexplained jealousy would just spike in you. They made you angry if you’re honest. It didn’t seem fair.

You sat on the sofa with a teacup in hand watching some soap-opera from the tv when Jimin came to sit next to you, turning his whole body to face you.

“Honey, if you’re not feeling that well we should visit the doctor.” He sounded genuinely worried but you had an inkling he knew something was up.

“No, I’m fine.” You brushed him off.

“Just a quick little visit, I’ll be there too.”

You shook your head and sipped on you tea, eyes fixated on the screen.

“Are you sure? I could borrow Suzie’s pickup to take you.”

“I’m sure.” You sighed and turned off the tv while standing up and walking away. “Stop pressuring me.”

~

You stood right outside of the tall building, looking up at the biggest pentroom apartment the building had, something Jimin had bought and then eventually let go.

“We can still go back.” Jimin turned to face your profile with the bus schedule open from his phone.

“No, we are here, we’ll go in.” You nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” You nodded again.

“I don’t want to make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just thought it would be good to accept the invitation to let people know that we’re doing great.”

“It is.”

“Are you still feeling well? We don’t have to do this.”

You rolled your eyes at his question that his insecurities fueled on. You’re already here and you didn’t even feel that bad, though Jiwoo’s birthday party couldn’t have come at a worse time - your relationship has hit a rock that the other party had no idea of. Jimin couldn’t have skipped the party since he and Jiwoo didn’t have anything against each other. She was surprisingly understanding of his situation, it was just her outer appearance didn’t give that vibe about her.

“I’m fine.” You stated with a dramatically loud exhale, “Let’s just get in.”

Jiwoo opened the door with a huge smile planted on her face and she took no time to hug you and Jimin, welcoming you in. She handed you two champagne glasses from a waitress who walked by. “Thank YOU for showing up. You two look so lovely together!” She squeezed her hands together, “Please help yourself around, I’m sorry I gotta go to be a good hostess but I hope you enjoy! I’ll hunt you down again, I wanna hear everything about you too.” She gave a cheeky smile and a wink of an eye, and was gone faster than the words were able to leave your mouth.

You looked at the drink and just gave it to Jimin without having tasted it. He took it without saying a word, he cocked his head and watched you turn your back at him.

You haven’t seen the apartment before so you went ahead and took a look around when Jimin shook some hands near the entrance. It was spacious and had a gorgeous view to the city, directed towards the beautiful sunset and the border where the countryside began - where he grew up.

The designated place for the gifts was the kitchen island where you had the full view of. It was full from colourful boxes with varying sizes, what a shame that you didn’t get her anything. Anything the boxes were hiding you can’t afford even with the money you’ve been saving up.

The living room was full of life. People of many ages and from the same background showed up, you and Jimin were out of place here. You had nothing to your name. The person who was closest to your level of income was a multimillionaire. The money you and Jimin are able to make together in a month is the same as they make in an hour. You’re sure that Namjoon makes that even in a shorter amount of time and around the clock.

Speaking of the devil, Namjoon stood tall and sipped on his champagne when he saw you enter the room while chatting this and that with Seokjin. His lip pulled up into a smirk as you scanned the room with big and amazed eyes. He excused himself from Seokjin and made sure his vest was sitting well on him in a hope that he would be even more irresistible for you.

He didn’t make far when Jimin appeared from the corner and wrapped his arm around your waist, making Namjoon stop in his tracks. He was confused, looking like he froze next to the coffee table. Did your father fail once again? The deal was that he got you to leave Jimin for Namjoon.

“Oh lookie who is here,” Jimin whispered to your ear when his hand met your waist, the irritation in his voice was easy to catch.

Seokjin made his way from beside Namjoon, wearing a charming smile when he greeted you, ignoring the man who was standing like a statue in middle of the room, “You two are my absolute favorites.” He smiled like it was the most obvious thing in the world, ”I’ve heard alot about you and I admire the things you are willing to do for each other. That’s love at its finest.”

“Thank you sir.” Jimin responded when he finally registered what was being said to you two.

“You’re welcome,” Seokjin let his hand rest on Jimin’s shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze, “Now excuse me, I’ve got to get back to my business partner who is having a stroke.” He laughed and then bowed to you.

“What’s going on?” Jimin picked his jaw up from the ground and asked you before leading you around the apartment. “Why are they being so nice to us? Aren’t they supposed to think we aren’t worthy of their company.”

You shrugged.

“Okay, that’s it.” He pushed you to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “You’re so distant with me. You refused to drink the champagne that Jiwoo offered and won’t actively participate into conversations. Why are you so cold to me? You’ve been like this for few days.”

You looked at his shoes and pursed your lips, you had no intention on saying anything.

“C’mon. Tell me,” He crouched down to look you in the eye but fails at finding them, “What’s wrong? What’re you feeling?”

“Nothing. It’s just that...“ You got out and he nodded along your words to encourage you to speak. “You didn’t even try to contact me then and you seem awfully close with Suzie.” Now that you say the words out loud it sounds so stupid and childish. You couldn’t help how you’ve been feeling. It’s like for some reason mother nature wanted to punish you by sending unwanted hormones through you. This wasn’t logical in any sense.

“I wanted to call you but she said that it’s better if you can have space to think.” He explained.

He sounded reasonable but you couldn’t help what you were feeling. You’re entitled to your feelings even if they won’t make sense. “Maybe you want to be with her and not me.”

“Why do you feel that way? I’m not close to her at all.” His gaze bore into you but you would look at the wall rather than at him. ”How can I get it through your head that I love you and only you.” The frustration in his voice grew when you refused to look at him. ”I want to marry you. I’ve never thought about other woman than you.”

Jimin huffed when you stayed silent and disinterested and digged his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. “You almost saw it when your dad barged in the house. This is what Suzie hid.” He opened the box, revealing a silver ring with a small diamond decorating it. “I know it’s been hard between us but it’ll get better. It’s a new situation for the both of us but it’s okay because we have each other.” He paused. ”That morning I wanted to tell you that I got a job from my former dance teacher Mr. Kahn. We met him at the farmers’ market.”

You traced your eyes along his suit to his eyes that were observing every little detail of your face. “After telling about my job I wanted to take you out to the lake to see the sunset. I wanted to tell you that you’re the most expensive thing in my life and I would do everything all over again if it meant I’d get to have you. I don’t want to lose you.”

When you averted your gaze to the ring, Jimin kneeled in front of and took your left hand in his, “I know this isn’t the most glamorous place to do this but I love you so much. I can’t promise to give you everything you need or deserve but I can promise that I will try my hardest. You’re my treasure I want to hold close to me the rest of our lives. I want to form my future with you. Will you help me make that dream come true?”

Jimin held the ring in the air, waiting for your response. He quickly grew nervous when you would just stare at it. “It’s your time to say something. Please say something.” He said and swallowed the lump out of his throat. His palm was sweating and heart racing faster by the second.

A tear fell on his hand and he was quick to look at you, tears of joy falling out and the big and beautiful smile on your face.

“I do.” You said and blinked the tears away. ”I do!”

Jimin wasted no time with pulling the ring on your finger and getting up to kiss you, swiping the tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“I’ve missed you.” You told him when he pulled away but you grabbed the back of his head to pull him in again to catch his soft lips in yours.

“I’ve missed you too.” He smiled and kissed you again, slowly getting deeper and deeper. Soon the kisses became more open and needy but he pulled away. “We better stop or I can’t go out there anymore. I’ve really been missing you if you can tell,” He chuckled, looking down at his crotch and you smirked,

“Don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?” You recognized the neediness in his voice, it trembled and came out whinier than usual.

You hummed and reached to cup him, giving it attentive care you felt his bulge grow bigger by your touch, “Yeah I’m sure. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex in the bathroom.”

“In this one it is.” He admitted coyly and grabbed your hips to lift you up on the counter. “You’re the only one who makes me horny enough to fuck in a bathroom, any bathroom.” He grabbed your thighs to pull them apart, letting himself between them and attaching his lips to your neck.

“Oh, yeah?” For some reason you were flattered, no one has ever made him feel like you do. You played with his suit collars and he nodded,

“You make me so horny.”

”Show me.”

“You want me to show you how much I want to fuck you senseless?” He pulled the hem of your dress up and grabbed your ass to pull you close to him, you’re sure you’ll have marks from that the next day. “I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are. You’ll be screaming my name and have those other’s in jealousy.”

His hands were gripping your behind when he started grinding on you. You could feel your juices sticking on your panties as his bulge massaged you. It has been a while since you got him riled up.

He pulled away and you immediately missed his contact.

Jimin teased your legs, hovering his fingers over your inner thighs and running them over to your core, though he wouldn’t touch there just yet. You thought you’d go insane from his teasing until he allowed his forefinger touch you over the material of your underwear and run his finger up and down with little to no pressure.

He enjoyed the little reactions you got out of you. The little gasps and how your breathing pattern changed from moment to moment. He could do this forever, seeing you so vulnerable and needy, only from his touch, at least up to the point where his trousers started hurting him.

Jimin slithered his finger under your panties and his eyes were about to roll to the back of his head when he felt how wet you were, thinking of the pure euphoria he is getting to feel real soon.

Jimin didn’t hesitate to pull off your underwear and you helped him by lifting your buttocks in the air for a second. His fingers teased your entrance, warming you up for himself as he reached over to kiss you. You heard how fast his breathing was getting,

“Take off your pants.” You told him and he wasted no time in losing his belt and dropping the suit trousers on the floor along with his briefs, letting himself spring free. You helped your view get better by opening his buttons on his dress shirt, toned muscles and v-line right in your line of sight.

He gave your lips a light peck and rested his forehead on your shoulder to observe his hand give a few quick strokes along his length before guiding himself at your entrance. He shut his eyes tightly when he pushed himself in you, steadily but carefully. He sighed from relief and you expected him to move, but he didn’t, he stayed put and lifted his head up.

Jimin looked into your eyes and a smile set on his lips, eyes pulling back into half orbs, certainly something you weren’t expecting in a moment like this. “I love you,” He said with the grin growing bigger.

It was like Jimin was able to see through your soul but you didn’t mind it, you wanted him to. You were ready to share your life with this man. He made you more comfortable than you’ve ever felt before.

“I love you too,” You giggled at his silliness.

Jimin looked between your eyes and lips before setting his hand strongly behind your neck. He made you feel secure and cared for. He kissed you and started to roll his hips.

Jimin kept his kisses tender, just like the thrusts. You’re always mind boggled about this man’s power of making scenarios like these feel incredible romantic. Having him close to you is always so intimate, different from the times you’ve had with others.

Your fingers tugging onto his hair made him pick up the pace and the kisses evolved into sloppier ones but Jimin wouldn’t deepen them so you did. You let your tongue in his mouth which he took gladly, hands on the back of his head and neck, holding him close to you. You stroked your fingers in his hair and felt his smile on your lips when he moved his hands to caress your breasts.

Jimin set his hands on the counter and moved onto kissing your neck, having put more focus on his lower body connecting with yours.

His mouth didn’t muffle your moans and heavy breaths anymore, you let them echo around the room. It fueled him on. He wasn’t afraid of you hearing him either, his grunts came out on every thrust up until the door handle turned.

You snapped your head at it when the attempt of getting in was followed with a knock. Jimin however set his hand on your mouth and hardened his moves, he wasn’t going to stop.

He watched your expression while your moans resonated against his palm. He enjoyed the way your eyes twitched with satisfaction, he bit his lip and his pupils widened.

Jimin moved closer and placed his lips next to your ear, “I’d love to hear you moan for me. Maybe scream my name…” he whispered.

He knew what to say to you to make you melt under him. You’d want him to hear how good he made you feel.

He had a need to gratify you. You noticed it at the very beginning. He’d work his hardest to make you want him, to make you come for him.

Jimin traced his thumb around your clit, spreading your wetness allowing him to caress it with no friction, running his finger in an up and down motion. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead when your moans became heavier and more frequent he pressed harder on your clit. The euphoric feeling finally passed through your body, making you clench around Jimin. He rode your orgasm for a few thrusts before cumming himself, shooting his load in you with a profound grunt. Both of your breaths filled the room as you tried to catch them.

He kept his movements smooth, making his best effort to ride your orgasm before cumming himself. He listened to your whines and felt you tremble around him, he couldn’t help it any longer.

He let out deep groan when he released himself into you, still pumping for a second before stopping and pulling out.

Jimin pressed his lips on your forehead and gave you a kiss before pulling up his trousers. He smoothed down the hem of your dress and hopped on the counter next to you, setting his arm around you while trying to calm down his breathing.

”What now?” You asked, fiddling around with the ring on your hand.

”Are you nervous for us?” Jimin read you like an open book, ”We can now get that loan you talked about. ”

”What do you mean? You said we can’t get one.” You stopped and turned to look at him.

”That’s before we get married. I’ve been to the bank to talk about it. We have enough money for a downpayment from my car and now I have a job at my old school and -”

”The dance academy?” Of course, how did that slip out of your mind. You’ve seen him dance and he confessed that he is a trained dancer as well, just that no one else has believed in him.

”Yup.”

You sighed and averted your gaze back to ring, ”Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

”Things got in the way but now everything is getting better. We’re getting married, I have a job. We can buy you a cozy little house where we’re raising our children.” Jimin set his hand over your tummy and you turned your head to look at him. ”Did you think I’d really miss all of the signs?” He laughed ”You’ve been throwing up every morning yet you insist you’re not ill. You won’t drink alcohol. And your breasts…” he deepened his voice and winked.

You smacked his arm with the back of your hand and huffed. He chuckled and took your hand in his, ”We have a lot to learn but we’ll make it.”

It never crossed your mind that you’d get to live a life you wanted. It was obvious to you that you were married off and did what you were told. You ended up going against your own morals when a man you had never seen before approached you but it bloomed into something beautiful. Life isn’t going to be easy from now on but the worst was left behind a while ago, the best part of it is getting to share it with Jimin. The pieces are slowly falling together.

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