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‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › You never intended for any of this to happen! Thriving from the attention your step-daughter's boyfriend, you never meant for anything to go past the innocent flirting and soft-spoken comments. Jungkook, however, didn't think anything of it when he first met you but the more he got to know you, the more he knew he was falling. He knows this is wrong. You two shouldn't be sneaking around like this but once he finally gets a taste of what he truly desires, there was no turning back. › masterlist ‹

1 › SUGAR BUDDY » RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, angst » AU › infidelity, (sort of) college, daughter's bf » PAIRING(S) › jeon jungkook x f!reader » SIDE PAIRING(S) › jeon jungkook x min yoonji, reader x (no name)male!oc » TYPE › SERIES | 5 chapter(s) » WORD(S) › 6.6k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › You fall into bed with Jungkook. A mistake you will ultimately regret. » SMUT WARNING(S) › sub!jungkook, domme!reader, noona!reader, college!jk (doesn't matter tbh), cheating [on both sides cause 🤷🏽], reader has nipple piercings cause 🤷🏽, dub-con, premature ejaculation, somnophilia, possessive behavior, pussy fingering, dirty talk, sexual coercion, orgasm denial, male masturbation, unprotected s*x, reader has a tattoo, & fingering [I believe that's everything]. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 06/30/2019 » RE-POSTED DATE › 11/05/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! Pictures are from Pinterest!

It was a mistake for Jungkook to fall into this rabbit hole.

The gentle smiles, the sincerity of your constant worrying, and the fact that you were someone he shouldn’t have found himself falling for.

Even your little ticks became engraved in his mind. It was a way for him to pinpoint how you were feeling in the moment. The way you’d pick at your arm when you were anxious to the way your giggles grew into fits of laughter the funnier you thought something was.

Over time his infatuation grew deeper and stronger and with that came the depravity. The desperation to be near you became almost unbearable.

To touch you.

To feel you.

He could go on and on but the truth is he has become obsessed with everything you did and the sad part?

You’re not even his. He’s ‘dating’ your step-daughter. He doesn't care about her. To him, she was disposable. The only really he's still here is because she's the only way to get to you. And you?

You have a… husband. A shitty one but you have one, nonetheless. He didn’t matter. The guy was a disposable piece of shit who did not deserve you.

Like his daughter.

Jungkook knew from the moment she introduced him to you that your husband does not deserve your kind soul. Your husband doesn’t deserve your love.

To fuck you.

Make love to you.

He doesn’t fucking deserve you.

From the outside looking in, your husband doesn't seem to be treating you right and based on what he has heard from Yoonji. And if he’s being honest, Jungkook thinks he’s cheating too BUT that’s a discussion for another time. He notices the way you cringe away from that… filth .

Did his touch feel tainted to you as well? Did it feel foreign? Or do you hate it as much as he hates him touching you?

Before meeting you, Jungkook had no idea what people meant when they said they were fated to meet someone.

You weren’t the woman of his dreams or anything but there was the certain pull he had toward you. Your kindness, your unfiltered loving nature.

Jungkook doesn’t want you to give that love away.

You shouldn’t because that should belong to him. Right?

If your husband knew the true reason why he was hanging around so much there would be so many issues.

Good thing he doesn’t.

He tried to fight his ever growing feelings but it all came to a head the moment he stopped fighting his feelings. He saw you in a distinctive light because you were no longer just Yoonji’s stepmother. You were you. A woman he knew he would do anything and everything for.

It’s another reason why he’s in your room kneeling by your marital bed without a care in the world.

If anyone were to see him here in this moment, they would swear he had floating hearts swarming around his head as he gaze lovingly at your exhausted figure.

Jungkook caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand and trails his fingers toward your dainty lips (which are currently in a pout).

He goes soft in the way you subconsciously snuggle into his hand.

He grins fondly.

He wants nothing more but to kiss you breathless. Show you how much better he is than that man.

But alas…

All he can do is admire.

Admire how beautiful you look dreaming away and currently unaware of how he’s eagerly admiring everything that is you in front of him. Your body, your face- nothing goes unnoticed.

It’s when he yanks the cover down, he groans. Almost a little too loud.

Your body shudders from the sudden chill that runs through your body as you instinctively turn from laying on your side to your stomach.

It’s then the clothes you're wearing catch his attention.

It’s not your usual sleepwear (he knows because he’s seen you walking around in clothes that are much tighter and scandalous )but Jungkook can appreciate it all the same.

Ironically, you have a sleeping panda on your shirt with the words ‘ don’t bother me ’ stitched above it. A tiny crop top shirt you made into an off-the-shoulder shirt.

The new position also gives him a very nice view of your ass. The gray booty shorts are riding up your ass because you move so much in your sleep.

It also gives him a view of the pretty lotus flower on the back of your thigh that he’s come to love. The words ‘Always a lover, Never a fighter ’ are in cursive underneath it.

He was amazed when you told him how and why you got it. The contrast of colors looks so pretty on your skin.

He runs his finger over it only to see your leg jerk in response. You’re so damn sensitive and loves it though, he knows he has to be careful.

The last thing he wants is to wake you up. At least, not yet.

The more he watches you, the more his mouth waters.

He wants to taste you but that would have to wait until your husband isn’t present.

He probably wouldn’t be allowed in the house ever again if the two of you were caught and that’s something he doesn’t want to happen.

Right now?

Patience is a virtue.

Jungkook settles for your step-daughter for now. Despite the differences, he knows that if he holds out long enough, he will have his chance. He’ll make sure of it.

It doesn’t help that when he’s fucking her, he’s thinking of you.

Your beautiful body. She doesn’t have breasts like yours. Your full lips. Your incredibly long, worshipable legs. Everything about you is to be worshiped like the Queen… the Goddess you are.

He could go on and on about how he would take you apart piece by piece. He would make you feel and love him. He would make you want him.

It will all happen in due time.

For now, he’ll sit and wait for his chance to unravel everything.

Just then Jungkook the moment the bed creaks under your husband's weight.

One opportunity occurs when your husband heads downstairs to get water.

He knows he should be in the guest room where you and Yoonji left him and he knows there’s no excuse for him to be in here but he couldn’t miss the chance to be next to you.

He gently moves you so you’re laid on your side and facing him. He climbs into your side of the bed, coming face to face as your breath tickles his neck.

Looking at your face, you deserve so much better. You deserve him.

…And he’s prepared to give you all of him. He wants you to know that he’s right here and he’s not going anywhere. He would never do that to you.

He shifts your leg over his hip and buries his face into your chest as his heart races at the thought of getting caught. Inhaling your natural scent mixed with the perfume you’re wearing, burning it into his memory.

As soon as he hears your husband is back, he shrinks into himself so he doesn’t get caught. Vibrating with the excitement of you being so close, he tries his best to hold still.

All he wants to do, however, is kiss you breathless. Caress your body like it deserves to be worshiped.

Your body is so. fucking. warm. He can still lay with you like this all the time, watching you rest peacefully in his arms is a treat in itself.

You look so stunning under the moonlight, he could have kissed you right then and there if every time he moved the bed didn’t squeak.

He goes to kiss the top of your breast as the door creaks from your husband trying to quietly shut the door (albeit poorly).

Jungkook hopes he rolls over, falls back asleep and ignores the very visible lump next to his wife but instead, he feels a hand (that clearly isn’t yours or his) jerk you so your back is laid against your husband's chest.

He even had the audacity to wrap his arm around your waist.

‘Fucking Dumb Ass…’ Jungkook grunts, hand twitching to peel his slimy hands off of you. Your hu- no, that filth doesn’t deserve to hold you.

He doesn’t know if your husband has fallen asleep or not but he’s missing your warmth.

Maybe if he knocks him out, it’ll get him to leave the two of you alone.

(Just a thought). Jungkook shakes his head though the thought still lingers.

Trust, if he could do it and get away with it, he would.

He doesn’t want to rouse the man so he waits in hopes to hear his snoring soon.

Growing impatient the more he has to wait because this could be his only chance to get to touch you like he wants to. And… this ass hole is ruining it.

It’s like he knows.

Maybe he does.

After waiting for damn near fifteen minutes, Jungkook takes another ten minutes to ensure dumb ass is asleep.

He tears you away from your husband, wanting to push him completely off the bed but that would, more than likely, startle him awake.

Instead, he replaces your husband’s arm with his own though he realizes he can’t move as much as he would like. As long as he can move his hand and arm, he’s fine.

He starts to reach inside your shorts only to realize you're not wearing underwear.

He entertains the thought of you knowing he was coming to bed with you and that you were readying yourself for him.

Because you want him too… right?

He starts rubbing circles into your clit, hearing you gasp at the slight coldness of his touch. Your hips buck into his as if you know. Even so, he knows you don't realize it's him touching you.

For all you know, your body thinks it’s your husband.

Oh, what he would give to be able to fuck you silly.

“Why couldn’t I have found you before you married him?” He ponders the ‘what if’, bypassing the fact that you were older than him.

It didn’t matter though. He would still love you all the same.

“I want you so bad I can taste it…” He picks up his pace, listening to you pant out moan after moan.

You're clueless, unknowing of the boy who’s currently taking advantage of you.

“So fucking hot…” He gently presses his lips to yours to test and see if you'll respond.

His body shivers at how soft they were against him.

He yanks the right side of your shirt down to expose your breast before gently taking your nipple into his mouth.

You let out a faded whimper. Your mind thinks it’s your husband but in reality…

“So sweet, Noona.”

You blink awake, trying to figure out what's going on. It takes you a minute to realize it.

As you try to wake up, your mind is in a state of disarray.

You don’t realize who you’re looking at until you take in his wide eyes and boyish grin. Something is amiss.

You flinch but he’s quick to shush you with a kiss. The metal in his lip is cold against yours and for a second you fight with the idea of fighting him off of you.

Remember he’s stronger than you are.

And the fact that you’re sure you would wake him up if you keep moving so much.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You grit through your teeth but he’s quick to place his hand over your mouth.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Wha-”

“I promise I won’t. Please don’t be scared, Noona.”

He’s hesitant to lean into you but when you stop fighting, he starts to nuzzle his nose against your jaw.

“I just want to lay with you.”

He can sense the panic written all over your face and the fact that your husband is behind you, doesn’t help either.

“W-Why?” You ask, head tilting as you’re completely bewildered at this.

You don’t remember him ever showing you interest and even if he did. He’s dating Yoonji and you’re fucking married.

“Jun-”

“It’s you.” You wither at his answer, unsure of what he means.

“Why?” You speak so softly, you’re unsure if Jungkook heard you.

Jungkook, on the other hand, shakes his head and you know he’s not going to tell you what you want to know.

At least, not right now. (Even if he’s elated at the turn of events) because to have a taste of you would be the sweetest treat anyone can grant him.

He leans closer to peck you on the lips again before smiling wider.

“We can save that talk for another time though. You were close to cumming, no?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why? I wanna make you feel good. Please let me! I know he’s not taking care of you.” Your breath hitches the moment you feel his lips against your pulse point, a chill running straight through your spine.

“Fuck-” You gasp, feeling his hand move over your stomach and down to the band of your shorts. He smiles at your resistance but he knows you won’t last much longer. “Jungkook… Wait.”

“Please don’t make me. I want you so fucking bad.”

“But what about-”

Jungkook moves away from you as if your words scorched the air around you. It’s only when you bring your hand to touch his cheek that you feel his jaw clench and unclench.

“He doesn’t matter. I can make you feel so much better.”

“Jungkook. You have to realize how ridiculous this is? You’re dating my daughter.”

“And?”

“What-”

As you glare into his eyes, you realize you should have seen this coming.

The little touches when your husband wasn’t looking.

How he’d hold you by your waist when you were alone (which was rare).

The kiss your cheek (something you’re sure someone wouldn’t do unless they felt something for said person).

The little remarks he made about how he would treat you if you were his. How he would love you, please you.

You chose to ignore all of this, thinking it was an innocent crush. He wouldn’t dare do anything.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You weren’t going to lie, Jungkook was a handsome young man but that’s what he was. A young man. You felt wrong. As if you were taking advantage of him but that’s not the case. Right?

“He doesn’t touch you like this anymore. Does he?”

You clasp your lips together to contain the whine threatening to release, knowing you can’t move around too much if you don’t want to alert your husband to what's going on.

Eyes closed, you take a deep breath.

Not wanting to think about much of anything as he toys with you by playing with the hem of your shorts.

He wants to dip his fingers inside. Your pussy was so warm as he felt you getting wetter the more he played with your clit.

He can’t wait to fill you the way you deserve, your pretty walls stretching around his cock like it should.

He hums, pulling your leg over his hip again. He’s loving this.

Your eyes well up with unshed tears and your irritation running rampant because what the fuck? Why were you on the verge of crying?

You don’t have to cheat but God, your body is screaming for you to let him take care of you like he wants to.

“You cry, Noona. I just wanna take care of you,” He mutters, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe the strays away. “I want to take care of you. I want you.” He bites his bottom lip before pulling you closer by your chin. “I know you want me too.”

“Jungkook…”

“Please?”

Fuck! Why did he look so damn fine begging for it?

You take a soft breath to calm your nerves as the weight of his words hit you. It makes you feel sick to your stomach.

“Jungkook. We can’t. You know we can’t… What about Yoonji?”

“Yoonji…” Jungkook scoffs the moment you frown, heart slamming against your chest as you want to know what the hell is going through his brain. You want to know what he’s thinking and why he’s being so damn bold all of a sudden.

When you search his face for a crack in his facade, you don’t find one.

“What about her?”

“She’s your girlfriend. You should be with her. N-”

“I can’t even think about being with her when you exist.”

He presses his lips to yours again as your brain is processing what's currently happening.

More like short circuiting.

The sensation of melting in his arms makes you pliant as he moves his lips against yours. It's hard to pinpoint your feelings.

The sensation of melting in his arms makes you pliant as he moves his lips against yours. It's hard to pinpoint your feelings

Your only awareness is the sensation of his lips against yours. You know you shouldn't kiss him back.

You should technically shove him off the bed but...

They feel so good against your own. He feels good. That you can't even deny your body the love it deserves.

A small spark grows the more you indulge in this fantasy.

While you know it's definitely not right, the fact that he’s expressed how much he wants you makes you feel something you shouldn’t.

“Jungkook…”

“Don’t fight it.”

He gazes into your eyes, enchanted with the way you hold back the whine within your throat.

He wants to satisfy you but also obey your every word.

He was willing to wait for the right time, wanting to make your first time with him special.

A simple date or two.

Getting you alone in his place or here in your home.

Telling you everything you want to hear and more and getting you to dump your loser husband.

The more he saw you with him, the more he grew impatient.

“You make this so hard for me,” He whispers against your lips, brushing away your tears before grasping your hand and bringing it down to his hardening cock. It’s straining against his sweats, begging to be let free. “In more ways than one.”

“J-”

“You do this to me, Noona. I can’t even fuck her without thinking about being buried in you. It's hard not to scream your name while I’m cumming in her.”

He ruts against your hand but you haven’t moved away either and you don’t even know why.

And why were you getting so turned on by this?

You’re supposed to be the adult here.

You’re supposed to be the one to push him away, tell him no.

Tell him how wrong this is. How fucked up it would be if either Yoonji or your husband found out.

B U T…

The thought of being touched by him and touching him was slowly clouding your judgment.

It’s not as if you didn’t find him attractive. The moment he walked through the front door you found yourself eyeing him but you didn’t think he saw you.

And at the end of the day, he was Yoonji’s boyfriend and you weren’t about to break up someone else's relationship.

Even if you wanted a good fuck.

You don’t even remember the last time you came while fucking your husband. He was losing his touch and well, you’ve been craving scratch that itch and you knew Jungkook was willing to give your body what it needed.

When Jungkook's hand travels underneath your shirt, his fingers caress your underbust and your brain completely malfunctions.

Your husband and Yoonji are long gone as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth to nip at it.

“I can make you feel so good, Noona. I’ll be your good boy.” He whispers his promises against your lips before pressing his lips against yours again. “I can make you cum so good.”

Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t felt wanted in a while, especially by your husband in a very long time that made you want to give it.

Or maybe it was the fact that you had this man in your bed claiming you were the one for him and that he didn’t need anyone else.

You don’t know what it was that had you giving into his advances, you only knew that your resolve was breaking.

And the crazy part?

You should feel… something? Right?

Anger. Remorse. Guilt at the fact you would be blatantly cheating on your husband while you’re lying in bed with him but right now, you feel nothing.

And you don’t know if you would ever feel anything about it.

Once you’re actively thinking about it you realize that maybe you have fallen out of love. But were you even in love in the first place?

Your husband barely looks at you anymore.

You’ve tried everything you could think of to get that spark back but nothing has worked.

You came to the conclusion that he wasn’t physically attracted to you anymore but understanding that fact hurts more than you let on.

“Please let me touch you more, Noona?” It comes off as a question, pleading with you to give in. And you do, nodding as he’s quick to grab your waist to pull you on top of him. He caresses your bare thighs, his eyes twinkling at the sight of you straddling his hips.

He’s dreamed of this moment and to have it come true, his heart is about to burst from the excitement.

He reaches up to pull you in for another kiss but you stop him with a finger to his lips.

He groans.

A little too loud for your liking but you know you have to be cautious.

You don’t want to wake the grinch.

Though you can’t believe you’re even doing this but you allow yourself to forget. Even if it’s just for a moment.

You forget the fact that this is your step-daughter’s boyfriend and the fact that they’ve been together for almost a year.

You forget that you have a husband and that he’s currently present in your bed until-

“Honey?”

“Y-Yeah? Yes, baby…?” Choking out a response, you get Jungkook to get out of the bed as you watch him blindly reach for you. You’re quicker to reach behind you to grab his hand, hoping he doesn’t wake in his quest to find you.

“Why’re you awake?”

“Bathroom.” You chuckle, not to give away how nervous you are but he doesn’t seem to notice. He hums, pulling you to turn you around to face him so he can nuzzle his face into your breast.

“Go to sleep.”

“You too.” You clear your throat, feeling the bed dip knowing Jungkook is crawling back into it after you told him not to. You can hear your husband soft snoring, knowing he’s settling into his new position.

(You were always amazed at how he was able to fall straight asleep).

You peel your body away from him to replace it with a pillow and wait, hoping to God he doesn’t reach over to figure out what the hell the two of you are getting up to.

With a sigh of relief, he doesn't.

You can breathe once he stops moving, taking the moment to shoo Jungkook out of the room. Only he doesn’t move.

“You need to go back to the guest room.” You push him toward the door but he still doesn’t budge, holding on to you tighter to prove his point.

“I’m not leaving without you.”

You sigh in frustration, knowing he is telling the truth. Nothing will stop him from having you, he's so close.

“Jungkook.”

He matches your energy and calling your name the same way but you’re unamused and irritated.

“Go!”

“No!”

You hadn't realized he switched spots, backing you into the bedroom door and squatting to pick you up. He wraps your legs around his waist and squishes you against the door with a loud thud.

You chastise him, harshly whispering for him to put you down but he doesn’t listen.

Instead, he’s quick to open the do and carry you kicking and screaming out of the room.

Not literally, of course. Although you realize that you've played right into his hands.

You can feel the tension between the two of you as you bury your face into his neck.

He knows you need some type of relief from the teasing he subjected you to earlier and he’s going to give it to you. His patience has run thin and so has yours.

Besides, you could do without your husband's mediocre performance.

“Jungkook…” You glance down but a heavy noise startles the both of you out of your reverie. He looks to see the light shining from Yoonji’s door.

Of course, she would be awake. It’s like they’re doing everything in their power to make sure he doesn’t get his way.

“Ju-” He cuts you off with a kiss, pushing you to hide in the bathroom as he tells you once he closes the door to make your way to the guest room. As you nod, you wonder if it really is worth the trouble but you are sopping wet and you need relief.

Even if it's self-help.

Jungkook is growing impatient as he watches Yoonji from the door. He watches her move about in her room, making a mental note to give her something to help her sleep next time. He cracks the door enough for him to hear you walk by before getting to work to get her to go to bed.

You know you shouldn’t be listening but you can hear the desperation in her voice when she whines for him to stay.

She even begs him to kiss her and for a second, you feel awful for what you’re literally about to do.

You stop in your tracks, pausing at the guest bedroom as you contemplate going back to your bedroom and just masturbating. Sighing your resolve, you turn to head back only to run right into Jungkook.

“Are you okay?” It literally took him close to ten minutes to get her to stop complaining. What happened within that time frame? “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Um-”

“What?” Jungkook panics, frantically reaching for your wrist to grasp. “Stay. Please stay, Noona. C’mon”

He’s quick to pull you toward the guest room and shut the door, spin around to pick you up before laying you down on the bed.

His hands caress everywhere he can as he worships your body. Particularly your thighs. He wouldn’t mind his head being crushed by them while he’s eating you out.

And your legs…

God, what he wouldn’t do to keep them wrapped tight along his waist.

“You can’t leave. We were just getting started. Can I?”

Despite your protests, he’s already yanked your shorts down your legs and started climbing between them with a groan.

He can’t wait to taste you but that will have to wait for another time.

You on your back and spread out like a full-course meal, his brain turns to mush instantly.

“Noona…” He mewls the instant he sinks into your warmth, nails digging into the bed as your walls tighten around his cock. God, why are you so damn tight? “So sweet. So perfect for me,” He whines.

Moments after he bottoms out, you moan, biting against your knuckle to remain silent. The last thing you need is for them to figure out where you are, what you’re doing, and who you’re doing it with.

Jungkook, however, holds onto you for dear life as he can feel you squeeze his cock, knowing if he moves…

He’s going to cum and he doesn’t want to do that. Not yet.

He wonders if you can feel the difference between him and your husband. Is he bigger? Thicker? Longer? He wants to know but he doesn’t want to seem insecure. (In which, he’s not. He just wants the validation).

“Fuck me...”

Instantly, Jungkook begins to curse when you run your fingers through his hair as he meets your gaze.

You can see the lust coursing through his eyes, knowing that this gaze was for you.

He wanted you. And right here at this moment, he has you.

“If I had known you’d feel this amazing I would have fucked you sooner. So fucking hot.”

“Yeah? You wanna move, baby boy? We don’t have much time.” Jungkook groans at the nickname as you glance toward the door worried one of them might waltz right in.

You don’t feel like explaining why you’re tangled up with him and you definitely don't feel like getting yourself off.

Call it selfish.

You don’t care because right now you’re focused on the now and that’s cumming your brains out.

“L-Let me savor this,” he complains but you know you don't have the time.

As he grasps the sheets around your head to ground himself, you roll your hips back into his. He wasn’t ready for you to take charge though he can’t deny that he likes it. In the end, he subconsciously goes with the rhythm.

“You can do that another time. C’mon.” You shove against his chest as Jungkook’s heart leaps against his chest at the thought of there being a next time. “Make me feel good, baby.”

“O-Okay.”

Jungkook starts off slow, watching as his cock enters in and then out. His brain breaks into a frenzy as after a few minutes, his soft thrusts turn into harsh pounding. It’s almost unnatural with how his hips move.

“Slow down, baby…”

Jungkook whines his distaste. However, from the way your nose is scrunched, he knows you’re not feeling as good as he knows he can make you feel.

You look as if you were in more pain than pleasure.

And we can’t have that, now can we?

He reaches down to stroke your clit, seeing you squirm in his hold. The way you moan his name is one of the sexiest things he’s heard.

Not even Yoonji can compare.

He wonders if you’ll let him record them for later.

“D-Does it feel good, now?” He’s apologetic but nervous to ask because well, he doesn’t want to disappoint on his first time.

“Angle your hips.”

He does as he’s told, holding onto your waist as he rocks harder. Going deeper than before. It makes you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands when he hits that spot that makes your toes curl.

A soft mewl releases as he starts to fuck you good.

“You’re so big.”

Jungkook’s hips stutter at the praise and only takes you seconds to realize the power your praises hold over him.

You bite your lip as you hold his gaze, finger underneath his chin.

For the life of him, he doesn’t know when the power dynamic changed but he’s so turned on, he doesn’t care.

He fucking loves it.

It’s so different from the sex that he has with Yoonji but it doesn’t change how he feels. If anything, it enhances it.

“Noona…” He tries to bury his face into your neck as you grip him by his hair to yank him back. “Fuck!”

“You like that?” You ask, pussy squeezing his cock as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Hm?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Shhh.” You smirk at his desperation. “Quiet now. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“N-No. Oh, f-”

You stick your fingers in his mouth to feel him sucking on them, listening to him whimper in pleasure.

As much as you want to continue, you know if you go too long your husband will get suspicious and there’s no doubt Yoonji will be looking for him once she wakes again.

Plus if anyone were to walk by, they would think Jungkook was masturbating or something. They wouldn’t know that it was with you but wouldn’t that would be the surprise of the century.

“So good, baby. Fucking good…” He whines, pressing his lips to your neck as he continues to fuck you harder.

“Yeah?”

“Y-Yes. I want you all the time, Noona.”

“Mmm, that sounds like a treat.” You moan, head falling back as you rock your hips up for him to go deeper. “That’s it, baby.” You chuckle, your walls giving him a soft squeeze. He whines at the feeling, begging you to let him cum as he grips the sheets next to your head. His eyes closed, panting in an almost feverishly feral way. “Tell me… How long have you been wanting me?”

“Since she first introduced me to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you, Noona.”

Jungkook's hips grow sloppier as time goes on and with the way you’re pushing back, he knows he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, massaging your belly. He wants to knock you up so bad but… He knows he can’t, not until your stupid husband is out of the picture but just thinking about you walking around, pregnant with his child. Turns him on…

so.

fucking.

Much.

“You’re so good for Noona, baby. You’re doing so well. Feels so good.” You grip Jungkook’s chin to stare him right in the eyes. “Cum for me, baby.”

It’s the lust filled fire that takes over your eyes, the way your pussy grips his cock and the way whisper some of the dirtiest shit he’s ever heard into his ear with that low, seductive voice of yours.

To be honest, you don't even have to try.

You don’t know what you do to him.

“Fuck!” Jungkook stops before he can, “No. No… Wait…”

Jungkook’s firm in his answer, hooking his arms underneath your legs to bend them back further. He leans over your body, leaving you face to face as he grinds into you.

You softly gasp, feeling him go deeper than he was before.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Jungkook groans when your nails drag down his back.

No doubt leaving red streaks in its wake.

“Mark me, Noona.” Jungkook whines, “Let everyone know I’m yours.”

He’s panting against your neck as he tries to hold on for much longer once you start to squeeze his dick harder.

“I wanna make you cum first.”

“You think you deserve to make me cum?” You’re even sassier than before and he fucking loves it.

“I do. P-Please let me! I can show you, Noona.”

In a fit of giggles, you stroke your thumb against his lips and in return, he sucks it into his mouth. The sensation is incredibly hot and Jungkook can feel his cock throb at the feeling.

“Ride me.” He says, blushing at the thought of watching in a very intimate state. “I-I can make you cum faster.”

You push Jungkook onto his back, allowing him to pull you into his lap.

To him, the view is unimaginable. The way you breast hangs out of your top to the way your pussy sucks him right in as you lower yourself onto it. You toss your head back with a groan, hands stationed on his chest as his hands travel from your thighs to your ass.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

“G-God you feels so fucking deep, baby.”

He holds his hand out to intertwine with yours and when you accept it, it makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine. Making love to you instead of a quick fuck that he just so happened to initiate.

“Use me.”

You smirk, moving your hips with a newfound purpose. You want to give him what he wants.

“Is that what you want?”

“Fucking yes! Please!” At this point, you’re sure the both of you can be heard but Jungkook seems to not care. It’s only when you hear a couple of timid knocks against the door that your eyes grow wide.

You’re quick to place your hand over Jungkook’s mouth as he mirrors your expression. You can feel his heart drumming against his chest, whimpering when you try to get comfortable.

“Jungkook?”

Of course, it’s Yoonji. You roll your eyes before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“Answer her.”

“Yes?”

“Are you awake?”

“I-um…” Jungkook had planned to play as if he was asleep but you forced him to answer. “I was falling asleep, actually.”

“Can I come in?”

You snarl, “Did you lock the door?”

“I t-think so.” Jungkook can’t remember. “I don’t remember. I’m so sorry.”

Usually, you would find him being shy so fucking adorable but right now, you can feel your orgasm simmering in the pit of your stomach and all you want to do is cum but you also want to strangle him too.

The doorknob rattle and both of you release the breath you were holding.

“Fuck me.” You mouth to him as he widens his eyes.

You're glad he understands quickly. You can’t help but love how desperate he is as he rocks his hips into you. God, he's so desperate for you.

“If you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.” You say in his ear and he’s quick to nod. He can feel you as you swivel your hips and lean in to whisper, “If you’re quiet enough she’ll go away.”

Jungkook holds you tight by the waist, his nails digging into your bare skin. Your pussy feels warm and wet. His cock fits perfectly inside and he doesn’t want to move.

You snap your fingers next to his ear as he blinks, coming back to his reality.

“Focus,” You grunt, going back to rolling your hips again. You set the pace for him to get the both of you off quicker. He even helps by licking his finger and playing with your clit.

You moan a little too loud but catch yourself before it gets louder.

You don’t know if your step daughter is still standing outside and waiting. All you know is your body feels like it’s on fire and you’re so close.

So, so close.

And by the way Jungkook’s cock is twitching, he’s ready too. With the shuffling of feet indicating that she’s gone back to her room, you keep riding him as he bites down on the blanket on the bed to control his moans.

Anything to take his mind off of what is going to come next.

“I’m about to cum… “ He warns and all it takes is more praise, a weak clench of your walls, and a hand full of breasts to get him to fall over the edge.

“Did you-”

Jungkook groans, “I-I didn’t mean to! You feel so… I- fuck… I’m sorry.” His chest heaves, glancing at you like a puppy who's been kicked. Puppy eyes on a hundred, he goes to grab your hand to hold but you shake him off to get up. “Just let me-”

“It’s alright, Jungkook.”

“But…” He pouts, “Y-You haven’t cum.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” You lean over to kiss the corner of his lips but he soon turns his head to capture yours. The kiss is softer than it should be for the situation you’ve found yourself in and when you pull away, he frowns. You chuckle at his attitude. “Get some rest. I need to get back before he wakes up.”

“Please Noona? Let me finish you off. I promise I can. I ju-”

“Maybe next time.” Those are the last words you say before you get dressed and try to sneak back to your room.

As Jungkook lies back against the pillows, his brain goes into overdrive. He wonders when the next time will be.

“I’ll be ready next time.” Jungkook smiles as his thoughts swirl in a dream world.

Next time can’t come fast enough.

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euphoricfilter · 2 years ago

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Can I request a drabble with Yoonji? If so, could it be a fluffy flower shop/tattoo parlour au with "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.", please? Thank you! 💜

summer mornings and strawberries:

pairing: tattoo artist! yoonji (yoongi) x f. reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || cisswap || established relationship

summary: sometimes it's hard to put your love for someone into words

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, wlw, goth gf yoonji x pastel princess m/c (you know that’s right), minor suggestive content but no real smut

notes: women <3 this one felt harder to keep in the 1k boundary because they’re both just so cute :( i might write a short sequel for mommy yoonji since it wouldn't fit into this part if people are interested

drabble requests are closed

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

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“Over here, baby”

You perk up, Jimin long forgotten as your girlfriend waves you over from her office.

“Sorry, Minnie” you brush him off as you skip into Yoonji’s arms, completely ignorant to the fact she keeps eye contact with the receptionist as she presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.

Jimin snorts, eyes flickering down to your skirt that barely covers your ass.

Your mouth falls open into a gasp as Yoonji grabs the meat of your thigh, teasing in the way she knows has arousal slicking up your panties. You always had been easy to rile up.

“You’re late” she murmurs, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as her breath tickles your cheek.

“The shop was quite busy today,” you tell her as she kicks the door to her office closed, tattoo equipment already set up for you.

“You should really tell your boss you can’t do overtime”

You frown, “But she says I’m the best at bouquets”

“I’m sure you are the best, my love. Now take a seat, I canceled my next appointment so we can spend the afternoon together”

“You didn’t have to do that” you giggle, sweater shucked off on the floor somewhere that she picks up, folding it over the back of her chair as you settle down.

“I don’t wanna hear any of that”

“Yes ma’am” you mock salute.

Her eyebrows furrow, silent offer to be a brat, though by now she knows you’re aware of the consequences.

Her chair kicks backwards as she leans down for a kiss. Purposeful as her lips mold with yours, barely enough room for either of your to breathe until she’s pulling back, and your pink blush is hiding the red that coats your cheeks rosy.

You’d always found something so utterly mesmerizing about Yoonji, her beauty that of a black dahlia, though you think she was more of a pink rose; gentle.

Someone you aspired to be, so confident in her own skin, she knew exactly what she wanted, and made sure she got it.

Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t word exactly how you felt about her, ‘love’ perhaps an umbrella term for all the little things you adored about her mere existence. No amount of flowers with lovely meanings, or poems about undying love that you write in little notes for customers (that had definitely been stolen from the internet), is never truly enough.

Your friends had drilled the idea in their heads that Yoonji was reserved, and didn’t know how to show her love the right way, ‘cold’ even. A word you had never, and will never use to describe her.

Because it seemed like she knew how to show her love for you, better than you did for her.

The world had always had a split view on the term ‘opposites attract’, that you’re good for each other until you’re in a relationship, and then it all goes to shit because you’re two very different people.

Yoonji never minded how you blasted your music over her speakers, the music she would overwise despise if it weren’t you. Just like how you never liked the hard-hitting rap she absolutely loved, though hummed along as she cleaned the house.

She never minded how your clothes had split up the blacks of her hoodies and jeans in the closet, or the cute little bedspread you insisted on having because you didn’t like her grey one.

Or how the counter in the bathroom had been permanently doused in glittery eyeshadow. Where shampoo smelt of warm summer mornings and strawberries, instead of muted and never-really-there comfort. Your existence now a permanent fixture in her, no, your home.

It felt as though Yoonji worshipped your very existence, held you in her hands, delicate like you were a daisy, or a gentle buttercup.

Your person that you couldn’t imagine a future without.

Her art is forever inked into your skin, art that no one else in the world will ever have because maybe tattoos were one of her love languages. Something in your heart squeezing, emotions mushy, that make you want to gush like you were in high school again when you catch a glimpse of her work etched into your skin in the mirror. The work she had spent hours designing specifically for you.

Yoonji didn’t mind initiating physical contact, something you’d always shied away from, something she’d taught you was okay to want, that yearning wasn’t bad. That touch is just many of the languages of love that the both of you shared.

She liked to cook or take you on picnics in the summer, watching you twirl in dresses made of satin, or smudge your lipstick with a kiss before she helps you reapply it. Only to kiss you again.

She calls you pretty and loved your body in ways that showed you self-love wasn’t selfish. Because if she could love you, then it shouldn’t be impossible to love yourself.

Yoonji kissed you under the stars and liked how the moon made you shine like a delicate fairy, always so beautiful in her eyes. She held your hand while you ordered food, and visits you during her lunch breaks with coffee and cakes or little sandwiches cut into triangles.

Every little brush of her fingers over your bare skin had been etched into your mind, hours spent apart missing her even though you knew you’d be going home to your apartment, greeted with a kiss that always has you melting into her chest.

Over the years your love language had morphed into your job just like hers, and Yoonji found it endearing how you’d come home with flowers for her, test runs for the shop's new theme though you seem to always keep her in mind as you hone your craft.

And as much as you worried that you were never enough, always so consumed by thoughts she knew were pointless, Yoonji loved you nonetheless.

“I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you,” she tells you one evening, your head resting on her thighs, careful as she brushes your hair after you’ve both taken a shower together.

You blink up at her, tongue wetting your bottom lip, “You’re a lot lovelier than I am”

“Not true” she laughs, thumb rubbing over your jaw, “Besides, you’re the only one that sees me like this”

“Is it selfish that I like it that way?”

She hums, tucking her hair behind her ear, sharp eyes never straying away from yours. “It’s okay to be selfish, you know”

“When it comes to you, I don’t mind” you smile, rolling onto your stomach.

You blink up at her through your lashes.

Her lips quirking upwards, always finding it hard not to smile when she’s with you, “I love you, flower”

“I really love you too” you smile, “And I think I’ll love you forever”

She tilts her head, “That’s a long time. Think you can put up with me for that long?”

“As long as you can put up with me for that long, then I don’t mind”

“You act as though you’re hard to put up with” she pushes your hair out of your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, then your cheek, nose, then each eyelid as you lean into the palm of her hand that cups your cheek.

“Forever, then” you whisper, eyes barely open as you chase her lips for another kiss.

She hums, “Forever it is”

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star-my · 10 months ago

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born as a tiger

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Mad King) x OFC (Lee Hoyeon)

AU: Daechwita AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Historical AU, Royal AU

CW: implied unhealthy/abusive parental relationship, OFC has Trust Issues & implied C-PTSD, Yoongi & Yoonji star in this fic, Namjoon cameo, Jackson Wang shows up (does not throw a party but is cause for one), Jackson goes by Gayi, empty threats of violence but as a love language, sword fighting but friendly, I think that's it, lmk if I should update this

Summary:

Lee Hoyeon trembled at all the thoughts flashing through her head as her carriage pulled up in front of the infamous Changdeokgung palace. Peering out through the window, she was unsettled to see how clean the stone courtyard was, the cool taupe a far cry from the dripping red she’d half-expected after tormenting herself with thoughts of her fiance’s atrocities. All the gossip she’d heard from the maids and guards back home in Dongjak Kingdom was now front and centre in her mind. The carriage slowed to a gentle stop and the door opened, courtesy of the footman. Hoyeon took his hand, hoping hers wasn’t trembling too noticeably, and took her first step on the grounds she would be empress of in three weeks.

A/N: - this idea lay dormant for a year and a half and suddenly resurrected in the middle of reading a webtoon at 10 pm so here I am answering the author’s call of nature 😭 (*spongebob voice* fOuR mOnThS lAtEr: bless the ATZ hyperfixation for me wanting to get something out of my brain to make more room for the ot8 brainrot and this WIP was the sacrifice it chose)

I did some research for this fic, such as the Changdeokgung palace truly existing (of which I used in my moodboard), the chrysanthemum tea vs plum tea debate, and Yoongi’s sword apparently being called a hwando, etc. Any inaccuracies are mine and I apologize. Please feel free to point them out :)

There was supposed to be some smut but the muses refused. I may add it in the future or post it in a second chapter.

Thanks to the lovely @lunarelles for betaing! Any remaining mistakes are my own <3 Enjoy!

D-22

Emperor Min Yoongi of the Dalseogu Empire was a force to be reckoned with. His subjects trembled in fear when he was whispered about–even his fellow rulers kept a wide berth around him when they met at diplomatic events. He’s a monster, they said. His reign was written with the blood of his subjects. He was nicknamed the Mad King for a reason–not that anyone would say his unofficial title to his face.

The day after the seventh emperor of the Dalseogu empire was crowned, he killed half of his court. Only a select few officials remained unscathed from the Mad King’s bloodbath. Even the families of the officials he killed were not all exempt – wives, concubines, and children being wiped out by his sword. The Dowager Empress and the Second, Third, and Fourth Prince had all died that day, making it the second most bloody day the Empire had seen since its inception.

All the gossip she’d heard from the maids and guards back home in Dongjak Kingdom was now front and centre in her mind.

The carriage slowed to a gentle stop and the door opened, courtesy of the footman. Hoyeon took his hand, hoping hers wasn’t trembling too noticeably, and took her first step on the grounds she would be empress of in three weeks.

A contingency of guards marched out from the front gates of Changdeokgung, a swish of brightly-coloured silk in their midst. Bowing to Hoyeon, they stepped aside, revealing the silk as the crown princess, the Mad King’s twin sister, Min Yoonji.

“I’m glad you made it here safely, Princess Hoyeon,” greeted Crown Princess Yoonji familiarly, as if this was their hundredth meeting and not their first. “The emperor was out often the past couple weeks ensuring the bandits would not attack the carriages. I imagine you’re rather thirsty and tired. Would you like some tea?”

“Tea would be lovely, thank you, Crown Princess.”

“Please, call me unnie, we are to be sisters in a few weeks.”

“As you wish, Crown Princess.” Hoyeon followed the princess to the quarters prepared for her stay before she wed the emperor.

This whole situation was most bizarre. The crown princess had been rumoured to be a fierce warrior–much like her brother, the maids had gasped as Hoyeon eavesdropped. Yet here she was, dressed in silks like any other respectable lady of the court and pouring the fragrant tea with a natural elegance Hoyeon had practiced for days to attain.

“So, are you excited for the wedding?” asked Yoonji, refilling their cups with the most delicious blend of tea Hoyeon had ever drunk.

Hoyeon nibbled on her lip, debating how much would be prudent to tell the crown princess. She was lovely and welcoming, but she was also the emperor’s sister. How was she supposed to say she was scared out of her wits and had been for the past several days, since her father had announced her engagement to the Mad King at a state dinner with no warning whatsoever. That she’d tried to learn what she could about her new empire and husband-to-be, but all she had gleaned was that she would be lucky to survive six months as the empress? What could she say, I almost looked forward to this when my father first announced this, so that I had a chance to finally be free from his tyranny, but now I wish I was back with the devil I know?

Deciding the last train of thought had the most truth she could pluck from and spin into a plausible half-truth, she replied, “I was surprised when my father mentioned the alliance to me, but I am pleased to be able to support my kingdom in this way. I will do my best to be a good empress to Dalseogu. I noticed the absolutely beautiful scenery as I made my way here, and it is a lovely empire.” Just ruled by not-so-lovely people, she thought, then ignored the stab of guilt at the mental insult to Yoonji, who’d been rather good so far at calming her nerves.

Yoonji smiled at the compliment to her empire. “I’m so glad you think so! I know it can be a bit…sparse, to some, but I think there’s a wild beauty to the land.”

One of her maids stepped forward to whisper in her ear. Yoonji looked at Hoyeon apologetically.

“Duty calls, I’m afraid. I’ll leave you to rest now. I know my brother was looking forward to greeting you, but something came up that he couldn’t ignore. He’d like you to join him for tea tomorrow afternoon.”

“Of course, I will be there. Thank you, Crown Princess…unnie.”

Yoonji’s glare softened at the casual honorific. “Lovely! Rest well, Princess Hoyeon.”

The crown princess and her entourage left, leaving only Hoyeon and her maid, Jina.

“That seemed to go well, Miss,” offered Jina as she began to unpack and brush out Hoyeon’s nightclothes.

Hoyeon groaned, collapsing onto her bed with her hand flung over her eyes. “Appearances can be deceiving, Jina. I can’t afford to trust anyone here, no matter how nice they are–especially the emperor’s sister!”

“I hope she can be a true friend to you here, Miss.”

“Thank you, Jina.”

D-21

“It’s a pleasure to serve you, Princess Hoyeon,” bowed the maid provided by the palace, named Sora.

“Thank you. I’m sure Jina will appreciate your help in navigating the palace until she becomes accustomed to our new accommodations.”

“I’ll do my best, Princess.”

Sora and Jina chattered away, becoming fast friends, as Hoyeon chewed anxiously on her thumbnail in the corner.

She learned that Sora had a younger sister, Soha, whom she was very proud of for having recently become a full-fledged palace maid. The head maid was tough but caring once a maid proved herself, and Sora was sure Jina would win her over in no time. There were a couple guards who were insufferable flirts, but they were still respectful. Jina’s best course of action would be to ignore any flirtations and not respond to the provocations.

Hoyeon finally jumped up from her seat, startling the maids from their conversation. “What time should I be prepared to go for tea with the emperor?”

“If we start now, you should arrive just after the emperor’s meeting finishes, Princess,” replied Sora.

The maids did their best to dress Hoyeon up in her favourite hanbok, pinning her hair with a gold hairpin the emperor had gifted her via her father, and using cosmetics to accentuate her features.

“You’re a little pale,” commented Jina as she patted some pink onto Hoyeon’s cheeks.

“Do you blame me?” she retorted. “Sora, is there anything I need to be aware of when I greet the emperor?”

Sora paused from folding a discarded robe. “I don’t think so. Emperor Min doesn’t insist on many formalities if it’s not a formal event. I believe Soha will be serving the tea, so if you need anything, you can ask her to find me, Princess.”

“Thank you, Sora.”

Jina and Sora fell in behind her, Sora quietly directing her through the maze of corridors to the room the emperor was waiting in for her.

She smiled at the guards outside the doors. “Is the emperor available?”

“Unnie!”

Hoyeon turned to see a girl bearing a tea tray. She bowed to her before turning to Sora.

“Unnie, the emperor is still occupied.”

“Do you think he will be long?”

“I don’t think you will wait long,” reported the girl, who Hoyeon assumed was Soha. “Princess,” she bowed again before entering the room.

A loud voice escaped the open door, followed by the distinctive sound of a slap.

A minute later she ran out, tears flowing down her face as she passed Hoyeon and her maids.

Hoyeon stared in trepidation at the girl. What had happened to make the emperor slap her? She’d barely had time to do anything. This didn’t bode well for her.

“Show Princess Lee in,” called a voice. The guards opened the door.

Hoyeon took a deep breath and stepped forward, keeping her eyes on the next step she was taking.

She paused when she reached a low tea table, droplets of tea scattered across its surface. She could see the emperor’s robes across from her and a tea set shattered on the floor to her right.

So that was why Soha had run out. Why was it broken?

“Your Majesty,” she bowed, hoping it was low enough.

“Your Highness,” he greeted in response. “You may stand.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Her eyes flicked up to his face quickly, then back down to hide her surprise.

He had a scar across his right eye, from his eyebrow to his cheek. She’d thought the rumours were just that–rumours. Who had ever heard of a king with a scar?

She supposed with a reputation like his, he didn’t have to worry about naysayers attempting to depose him.

She’d been so surprised at the scar and hadn’t wanted to be caught staring that she barely remembered his other features.

She chanced another glance and found him staring at her.

“You can look at me, Princess Hoyeon.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” She peeked up under her lashes.

Was it possible for a scar to heighten his appeal? He had shockingly blond hair pulled back into the typical sangtu, thick brows, a nose that she couldn’t believe the first adjective she thought of was ‘cute’, and pouty lips. Overall, he was rather attractive.

The benefit to marrying a young emperor was that he was surprisingly handsome, but it also meant he was less likely to die soon. In all honesty, Hoyeon expected him to outlive her.

She hadn’t met his eyes–his look had been far too calculating. If there was one thing she knew about court politics, it was to never show your fear when someone was around.

“You arrived much quicker than I expected, Princess Hoyeon. I hope your travels were smooth.”

“Yes, thank you. We had no trouble at all. My father said it was better to arrive sooner lest we be waylaid and made late.” He was just thrilled he could finally get some use out of his useless only child.

“Crown Princess Yoonji said that you were an interesting companion at her tea yesterday.”

I knew she’d tell him about me.

“As was she, Your Majesty. I look forward to getting to know her–and you–better.”

“Good,” said the emperor, clearly pleased. “The crown princess is pleased to be able to help you become accustomed to the Dalseogu Empire. I will be busy with all the things that must be finished before the wedding, so I imagine you will be seeing her often.”

“I’m pleased to hear that, Your Majesty. May I ask you a question?” Better to find out now how lenient he will be towards my impertinence.

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you approach the Dongjak kingdom for an alliance?” Why me?

“It is advantageous for both our lands to have the trade deals this alliance will forge. Dongjak and Dalseogu have not always been at peace, so this was a good way to cement it.”

Slightly surprised that the emperor had actually given her an answer, she nodded. She hadn’t had the slightest shred of hope that he would give her some secretly romantic explanation, such as he’d seen her at some event and been so taken by her that he had to have her. All she was good for was strengthening her kingdom’s ties as one of its most important representatives.

The guards opened the door and let in Sora, carrying the replacement tea set.

She poured the tea quietly and served their cups to them, then retreated to the side, assuming an at-ease position.

“Please sit,” directed the emperor, settling himself on his cushion. Hoyeon followed his example, making herself as comfortable as she could sitting opposite an unknown volatile man no one could rebuke.

The tea was delicious, stronger than what she was used to back in Dongjak, but she found its tart flavour pleasant.

“This is exquisite tea, Your Majesty.”

He inclined his head. “It is plum tea. I believe Dongjak more commonly uses the chrysanthemum flowers for their tea.”

“You are correct, Your Majesty.”

Tea with the emperor went fairly well, although Hoyeon caught his considering gaze upon her several times. It unnerved her, wondering why he was taking so much interest in his political bride.

She didn’t like it.

D-20

Hoyeon giggled, finally somewhat relaxed around the crown princess as the older girl spilled stories about her maids’ and guards’ dramatic dynamics and relationships.

“Don’t tell the head maid I told you this,” Yoonji leaned forward, finger to her lips.

Hoyeon’s eyes widened as she bit her lower lip, nodding quickly in agreement. She knew that the maids were one of the biggest and best ally teams she could have on her side in the palace, and she wouldn’t dare do anything to harm her chances of gaining connections.

“So, what do you think of my brother, after your tea with him yesterday?” Yoonji relaxed onto her cushion, pouring herself another cup of what Hoyeon wasn’t completely convinced was just plum tea.

Her teeth dug further into her lip as she considered how to answer. The siblings appeared fairly close for being possible throne rivals–especially considering that Yoonji had survived the Mad King’s bloody beginning–and she couldn’t speak freely. The princess was a skilled politician, however, and would surely catch on if she lied and began praising the man.

“I find His Majesty…intimidating,” she said slowly, gauging how Yoonji took that ambivalent opening.

Yoonji nodded, motioning to continue with her finger. “He certainly knows how to make himself understood.”

Understatement of the dynasty, thought Hoyeon.

“He’s…rather good looking. I was surprised,” she mused. Realising Yoonji had raised her eyebrow at her, she went on hastily. “Just that I hadn’t heard anyone speak about that when they discussed the emperor! I had very little information on His Majesty to go off of. I suppose the men that met the emperor were more focused on his character than his countenance,” she snorted, a little self-deprecatingly, glancing up to see if Yoonji would take the bait and either consider her a little simple and romantically-minded or expound upon her open-ended question to know more about her fiance’s personality.

“Well, I suppose I agree that my brother is rather good-looking,” Yoonji mused, sipping her tea. “I’ve been told often that we appear quite similar.”

“Indeed, that was one of the first things I noticed. You’re both attractive and there’s certainly a family resemblance between you two. By the way, is there anyone you think is good-looking, unnie?” she asked curiously, hoping she wasn’t overstepping.

Yoonji shook her head. “There are several tolerably handsome ministers and princes around, but their personalit-”

A knock sounded at the door to the crown princess’s tea room. Yoonji nodded at Hoyeon in apology, excusing herself to speak quietly with the maid waiting at the door, bringing a message from the emperor.

Yoonji’s brow furrowed slightly, then smoothed as she turned back to Hoyeon. “The emperor has requested an audience with me, and he wishes to see you after my visit. Would you like to come with me now?”

Hoyeon nodded, setting her tea down and getting to her feet. She still wasn’t entirely sure she had the palace layout memorised, and Jina was currently being interviewed by the head maid, leaving Hoyeon friendless and ally-less if Yoonji also left her behind.

“I’d be honoured to join you, Your Highness.”

The two young women headed as briskly as nobles could to the emperor’s throne room, where he remained after a meeting with his ministers earlier.

The guards saw the duo’s approach and opened the tall doors in anticipation of Yoonji’s entrance. Hoyeon chose to remain outside, though the doors remained open, giving the siblings privacy and taking advantage of the moment to prepare her nerves to see her fiance again. She’d relaxed in Yoonji’s quiet company, but reverted to her stiff princess behaviour on their walk here.

Shaking her head at her rapid closeness with the princess, she straightened her skirts anxiously. For all she knew, the siblings were in there right now discussing her pathetic surface-level attraction to the Mad King and how quickly she’d come to confide in the princess.

Shifting on her feet, she cursed her father once again for removing anyone who’d appeared close to her, making her a prime target for spilling her innermost thoughts when she met someone who appeared to listen. Reminding herself it had only been two days and Yoonji had not yet proved if it was safe to trust her, Hoyeon twisted the jade ring on her finger as she waited.

A loud cry came from Yoonji, giving her deja vu. With an inner sigh, she inched forward, straining her ear to make out what the siblings were arguing about.

Silently, she watched Yoonji, who appeared unafraid to talk back to the emperor. Was it because she was his sister? He wouldn’t retaliate? Something else? She needed to know everything she could.

“I’m getting married?!” cried Yoonji, clearly. “In two weeks?! Without you telling me first?!”

Hoyeon froze. Her newest ally and possible future friend would be leaving the palace? Was it because they were becoming close? Had Yoonji done something warranting being sent away? No, it was probably just another business transaction, like her marriage was to be.

Calming her anxious thoughts, Hoyeon shuffled a little closer, wondering who the groom was.

“No, you are leaving Dalseogu in two weeks. You are getting married in a week to Emperor Wang Gayi.”

“You arranged a marriage for me? With the Wang Emperor?!”

“Yes, I did, and you will marry him. That’s an emperor’s order, Min Yoonji.”

“You gave me no choice? I’m so mad that you interfered with my relationships,” Yoonji said flatly, turning and exiting via the hall behind the throne area.

“Your groom will be here by tomorrow morning,” the emperor informed her, barely raising his voice. Facing forward once again, he motioned Hoyeon to approach him.

“Good afternoon, Princess.”

She bowed. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”

“Good afternoon, Your Highness. Would you like some tea?”

“No, thank you. I just came from having some with the crown princess. I suppose she will be busy now with her wedding preparations, so I am grateful that I could have these past few days to get to know my sister-in-law.”

“I apologize if you feel that my sister’s wedding takes precedence over ours,” the emperor said, surprising Hoyeon. “I wished her to wed soon and thought that now would be best since most of the preparations for ours are already complete and can transfer to theirs. Emperor Wang has to return to Kowloon soon and I wanted him to take Yoonji with him.”

“I am not slighted at all, Your Majesty. I wish the royal couple all happiness and longevity. May I ask why you requested to see me after the crown princess, Your Majesty?”

He stretched languidly, rising to his feet and sauntering down the steps to his throne. “Am I not allowed to wish to see my fiancee?” he asked, approaching Hoyeon.

“Y-you are, Your Majesty.” Biting her lip, she forced herself to remain standing tall and not move back.

He paused two arm lengths away from her. “I would like to see you every day before our wedding, if you are available.”

“I believe I will be, if that is what you wish.”

He tilted his head, scanning her head to toe. She lowered her gaze to his feet, hoping she hadn’t mussed her clothing since Jina left her at Yoonji’s tea room.

“You seem rather nervous.”

Who wouldn’t be, being the focus of one of the continent’s most dangerous men?! Hoyeon shrieked internally. Well, it appeared the emperor was more perceptive than her father, so lying was off the table. “I suppose I am. We have only met once, and I am unchaperoned. I do not wish to cause any damage to either of your kingdoms if there were negative repercussions from this event, Your Majesty.”

He hummed, taking a step back so that his black-clad feet were no longer in her vision. “The doors are open and there are plenty of guards and other staff around, Princess. But, if it would make you feel better–Chief Advisor Kim!”

Barely repressing the flinch at his sudden shout, Hoyeon turned to see who the emperor had just summoned. A tall, handsome man rushed in, arms full of scrolls and books, a pair of spectacles sliding down his nose. He pushed them up, a scroll fluttering from its precarious spot under his elbow.

Hoyeon stooped without thinking, catching the runaway parchment and handing it back to the man, who flashed a thankful smile at her, dimples appearing in his cheeks. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Princess Hoyeon, this is my most trusted advisor, Kim Namjoon. He will be our chaperone,” the emperor said shortly.

“I’m honoured to meet you, Princess. Congratulations on the wedding.”

“Thank you,” she nodded at him and turned back to her fiance, not wanting to spend his patience with her over another man. Still, his behaviour was unlike anything she was used to. The Mad King was her enigma, and she only hoped it wouldn’t take too long to figure him out.

D-17

The sound of metal hitting metal drew Hoyeon’s attention from the flowery bushes she was admiring, turning towards the walled courtyard ahead of her.

Jina stopped by her side, both somewhat behind one of the pillars by the entrance, watching the two men in front of them slash at each other, silver swords glinting in the sunlight.

The emperor’s distinctive blond hair gave his identity away, and Hoyeon watched his graceful power with an open mouth, seeing first-hand her fiance’s prowess with a blade.

The other man was about the same height, with short brown hair and a slimmer sword than Yoongi’s. He held it with a careless ease that belied years of training, evenly matched with his opponent.

Their blades clashed, sun rays reflecting off their entwined blades and blinding Hoyeon. She sneezed unexpectedly, interrupting the men’s moment. They bowed to each other, sheathing their blades and walking in different directions–Yoongi towards her and the other man towards Yoonji, whom Hoyeon just noticed was standing at the other side.

Hoyeon bowed, greeting the emperor. He nodded back at her, taking the damp cloth his attendant held out to him and wiping his face and neck down. The neckline of his black robe gaped a little, affording Hoyeon a glimpse of smooth pale skin and subtly defined musculature. She blushed red, glancing away quickly to watch Yoonji, who had attained her own sword.

The emperor followed her gaze, leaning his hand carelessly on his hwando pommel. “That’s Emperor Wang,” he confirmed her suspicion carelessly. “Would you like to make a bet with me?”

“A bet, Your Majesty?” Hoyeon flicked her gaze to him in confusion.

He nodded towards the couple. “On who will win their spar, Yoonji or Gayi.”

“They will spar?” Crown princess versus emperor, fiancee versus fiance?

The two moved towards the now-open sparring area in the middle of the yard, raising their blades to the opening position.

“They have both trained for years. I’m curious myself about the outcome. So, what do you say, Princess?” The emperor leaned towards her, breath brushing her cheek. “Will you bet with me?”

“Very well, Your Majesty. What are your terms?”

He leaned back, studying her in mild surprise. “Hm…you must answer three questions I ask of you fully and truthfully, when I wish.”

That’s all? Like I could lie to you anyways. “Alright. I will hold the same terms, for the sake of fairness. I bet that the emperor will win.”

Hoyeon felt the weight of his gaze on her. “Not my sister?”

She shook her head. “I saw some of the emperor’s prowess when you two were fighting. I have not seen the princess fight, and the emperor surely has more experience, being on the battlefield.”

“But he will be tired since we were fighting before this,” Yoongi pointed out. “And I have fought with the princess. So, our bet. We each bet three complete, truthful answers about any topic we are asked about by the other if they win–you if Emperor Gayi wins, myself if Crown Princess Yoonji wins.”

“I agree to your terms.” Hoyeon shook the emperor’s hand, feeling his long fingers and calloused palms against her bare skin for the first time. He was warmer than she had expected; somehow she’d anticipated a cold-blooded, rigid man.

He let go of her hand and she swiftly tucked her hands into her sleeves, feeling the ghost of his palm against hers. Focusing on the duo facing off in front of her, she did her best to ignore the warm presence brushing against her side.

Yoonji was better than Hoyeon had expected, never having seen a female warrior before. Some of her moves looked similar to the emperor’s, but some were distinctively hers. She seemed to be having fun, however, a large gummy smile forming on her face as she parried the emperor’s strikes and danced into his space, making it more difficult for him to evade her attacks.

Her opponent also seemed to be having fun, a smile growing on his face as they sparred.

Hoyeon was glad the two were getting along, albeit in a more violent way than she was used to. Given what she knew of the crown princess’s personality, she was curious how the couple’s relationship would progress.

“The princess is quite good,” she said without thinking.

The emperor hummed in agreement. “I trained with her often. She is one of my best generals.”

Hoyeon whipped around in surprise. “The crown princess is your general?”

He nodded, dragging his eyes from the fight to her face.

“Then why–” Hoyeon bit her lip, realizing her curiosity could be taken as insolence.

“Continue,” the emperor prompted her curiously.

“Then why are you marrying your general off to the Kowloon Empire?” she asked quietly. He still appeared to have heard her, as he replied.

“The emperor and my sister have been in love for a while now. I will be saddened by my best general, advisor, and companion’s absence, but it is beyond time for her to have her happiness.”

Hoyeon blinked. Was the emperor…sentimental? And what was that about the marriage argument the other day?

“But…I understood the princess was against the marriage?”

“Not at all, she was being sarcastic. ‘How dare you marry me to the love of my life? Alas, I am ordered to spend time with the only man who makes me happy.’ Like that.”

“Oh.”

“Are you slandering me behind my back, Your Majesty?” Yoonji approached the two, her fiance behind her, carrying their swords.

“Is it slander if it’s true?” he retorted. “It seems my bride has not yet grown accustomed to your strange sense of humour. Now tell me, who won? I have a bet on the line, here.”

Realizing she’d been too distracted by the emperor to see who won, Hoyeon looked to Yoonji, who had what she now realised was a faux-betrayed look on her face.

“You had better have bet on me, brother.”

“Of course I did,” he replied smugly. “So, I won the bet?”

Yoonji’s fiance spoke up. “No, your lovely fiancee did. Congratulations, Princess.”

“Damn, I should have bet on Gayi.”

Yoonji smacked her brother’s arm for his comment. “You are lucky I’m leaving the palace, Your Majesty.”

Hoyeon watched the siblings banter with wide eyes. The emperor was so relaxed and unlike his Mad King persona today. Which was the real one?

“It’s okay, Princess,” commiserated Emperor Gayi. “No one understands these two’s strange relationship, either.”

“I can behead you, you know,” threatened Yoongi.

“You better give me his empire if you do,” Yoonji poked his stomach.

“Not if you keep touching me, I won’t!”

“OR,” interrupted Gayi, “you can not behead me and Yoonji can begin her reign over my empire peacefully as my empress!”

“But then I’d still have to hear you talk about my sister,” pointed out Yoongi. “It would be a lot quieter if your head was removed from your shoulders.”

“Say something!” Gayi looked at Yoonji, who sighed.

“Yoongi, don’t kill my fiance. It wouldn’t be a lot quieter because you’d then have to hear your sister talk about how much she missed her dead fiance instead…and your fiancee wouldn’t like you to kill her new ally, I guess.”

Yoongi looked at the bewildered Hoyeon. “Hm. It’s better to remove two nuisances at once, I suppose. I shall endure this next week for the princess’s sake, I suppose, since she won our bet.”

“How generous, Your Majesty,” Gayi and Yoonji bowed formally after the emperor, who left with an eye roll at their antics.

Yoonji straightened once he was gone and turned to Hoyeon with a smile. “Do you want me to show you to the archery range?”

D-13

The wedding of the Emperor of Kowloon and the Crown Princess of Dalseogu went off without a hitch, which relieved some of Hoyeon’s worries. It was exactly the same as it would be for her and Yoongi, so she had a chance to mentally prepare. There wasn’t too much that could go wrong, thankfully, so as long as she didn’t faint next week, she should be in the clear.

Spending time with her fiance the past week and a half, as well as with his sister and her fiance, helped relax Hoyeon. He was courteous, surprisingly soft-spoken in private, and less menacing than she had been prepared for. Slowly, she began to wonder if the rumours had been exaggerated, as royal rumours tended to be, and if she might in fact be safe in the Dalseogu empire.

Then came the day of her wedding, and all Hoyeon’s nerves returned full-force. Yoonji had left for Kowloon with Gayi, unable to stay for the wedding, and only Jina was there as someone she could rely on.

Her father had sent a witness to his only child’s wedding, too concerned over possible attacks to come himself. Hoyeon snorted as she read the letter his delegate had handed to her, dropping the paper to the table carelessly.

So he could send his daughter to live in the empire, but couldn’t come in person to celebrate her nuptials, the entire reason he would be safe visiting? Well, it wasn’t like she’d expected anything from him, but it still pinched in her heart.

Jina brushed her robes out smoothly, stepping back and giving her a reassuring nod. “It’s time, Your Highness.”

D-Day

The entire ceremony was a blur, Hoyeon too focused on not making a mistake to take in anything else. She had the vague sense that the atmosphere was overcast, but nothing more than that.

The celebration feast was similarly unfocused, for slightly differing reasons. Yoongi, her new husband (what a strange thought), was right beside her at the head table, paying rather unnerving attention to her.

Small bites were all she could choke down under his scrutiny, though he did his best to keep her dishes full. Hoyeon was a little confused when he kept adding delicious-smelling dishes to her immediate reach. Any other day, she’d be happy to try the new and intriguing dishes, but with the nerves in her stomach and the eyes on her chopsticks, she couldn’t choke down more than a few bites, something she bemoaned.

Toasts and cheers were continually offered by the celebrating ministers and nobles filling the hall, gallons of alcohol flowing freely.

Hoyeon grabbed her goblet, draining the dregs in a couple gulps, coughing a little at the afterburn. Yoongi’s scrutiny became heavier, his warmth overwhelming her as he leaned even closer to whisper in her ear. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?”

Hoyeon hiccuped. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Just thirsty.”

His expression told her he didn’t fully believe her, but he leaned back, letting her breathe easily again. She turned away, patting her burning cheeks with the back of her hand.

It really should be illegal for someone to look that handsome up close. She considered her previous fears that he would behead her within six months and revised it to worry that she’d be overcome by his beauty within six months instead.

A sudden weight on her hand made her look down from picking up individual grains of rice with her chopsticks.

Yoongi’s hand rested on hers, his thumb caressing her pulse point. Her heart skipped a beat at the simple touch. He didn’t look at her anymore, thankfully, but his hand stayed on hers the rest of the feast.

Her eyes darted between his profile and her chopsticks several times. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being his empress.

General taglist (open): @bangtanwritershq @kayleefriedchicken @otome-wandering + (@moni-logues you seemed intrigued when we sprinted so I hope this is okay :] )

Divider by @bunnysrph | Moodboard photos from Pinterest/Google, edit is mine :]

#bangtanwhq #group: bts #member: myg #star scribbles #type: fic #length: 5-6k #author: star-my #title: born as a tiger #au: arranged marriage #au: daechwita #era: daechwita #rating: t

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valeriapryanikova · 6 years ago

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just a few shitty pages from my shitty sketchbook.

#art #drawing #sketchbook #sketch #Illustration #should i tag twenty one pilots? cause there are few things inspired by them on 3 and 4 pics #idk #twenty one pilots #??#and also #min yoonji #on the second pic #man it's hard to tag :c

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b1a4updates · 7 years ago

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baroganatanatda: 👍🇮🇹

#b1a4 #baro #i #cha yoonji #p: instagram #c: italy #rollin #180602

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vinetae · 2 years ago

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BTS Kim Seokjin Fic Recs List

!Credits to the owners!

Date: October 26th, 2022

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Seven Moons - KSJ (Smut, Timelord!au)

Pairing: Timelord!ksj x Reader

Genre: fantasy!e2l/s2l

Summary: When Kim Seokjin's betrothed ditches Mikronysus for Earth, he rakes through the continents to bring her back. At last, he believes to have found her when his tracker picks up on a tremendous amount of energy coming from the Midwest. After initiating the process to bring her back, he's shocked to find you in his quarters, a struggling businesswoman from Kansas City, instead of his runaway bride. To get you back home, he's got to make a trade. But when it comes to you, will he be able to go through with it?

Release Date: Nov. 18

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Finish Line - KSJ (Smut, PwP, CEO!Jin x brat!reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x brat!reader

genre(s): smut, absolute filth, pwp... I am sorry

au(s): sugar daddy au

word count: 750

warnings: sexual tension, going for car rides (*ahem*), daddy kink, excessive use of petnames, fingering, spanking, clit slapping, unprotected sex (put your hubcap on b4 you rev up ok), breast play, c*m tasting, brat tamer Jin (he's mean but it's sexyyyy)

rating: NC17

summary: you challenge Jin to a race...first one to the finish line wins big.

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(This had no tittle so i'll give it one) THIS IS A DOOZY-

Unexpected Things - KSJ (Smut, Age gap!au, Dubcon/non-con age gap)

Summary: Classic powerful ceo seokjin×unwilling student reader!He goes to a university to deliever an inspiring speech,reader caughts his eyes,he stalks and gets obessed with her,promises her to get a job in his company but makes her a trophy wife.10-11 year age gap.

[ genre : smut ]

[ content warning : dubcon/noncon age gap (reader is 24 and seokjin is 34/35 he has a few strands of grey lmao), trophy wife (ig idk), slight dumbification, breeding, virginity loss, size difference, cervix fucking THIS IS A MESS]

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KSJ || Needs

wc: 676w

pairing: coworker!jin x fem!reader

summary: You and your coworker habitually blow off steam by getting steamy.

tags: pure smut (18+), in media res, switchy, fwb

warnings: begging, possessive reader, needy seokjin, fingering (f), praise kink, breastplay, vocal kink, unprotected sex*(don't do this), creampie

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Couples Retreat ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 6.1K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff, smut (fluffy smut) mentions of cheating Namjoon, fluff, a TINY angst

↬↬↬Pairing: Seokjin x reader

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good girl ⤑ ksj ft. myj ∙ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : )

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!seokjin, hard dom!yoonji, sub!jimin, sub!reader, big cock!seokjin, thick cock!jimin, possessiveness, foursomes, lots of bdsm themes, lesbian sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mistress kink, sir kink, pegging, masturbation: female, praise, pussy eating, teasing - so much fucking teasing, edging, wet & messy sex, sex toys, masturbation, pussy slapping, bondage, blindfolding, gagging, dirty talk, degradation, praise, did i mention teEASING? and edGING?, nipple play, temperature/ice play, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slapping, handjobs, hair pulling, cock sucking, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum eating, cum swapping, cum smearing like rubbing cum into a body, spitting, slight choking, cum swallowing, also spit swallowing, lots of neediness, listen there’s so much edging and orgasm denial in this im surprised i haven’t gone mad, cum shots, cumplay, masturbation: male, rough breast/nipple play, biting, marking, scratching, joint pussy eating, grinding, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy style, riding, reverse cowgirl, two doms fuck each other n fight to have the upper hand, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, reader gets strapped, double penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal creampie eating, forced orgasms, creampie, aftercare ᵘʷᵘ ˘ ³˘

(a/n): Y-you have been warned....

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#Kim seokjin #bts masterlist #bts fic recs #2022 #ksj

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honey-boyyoongi · 3 years ago

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Pairing ➪ Yoonji x Y/n | Jimin x Y/n Word count ➪ 4.08k Warnings ➪ cursing through out; authors horrible attempt at humor Summary ➪ Y/n needs a place to stay as of yesterday. Her roommate bailed on her, she’s too far from her grandmother, and her boyfriend lives in a box with his best friend. The place she seems to find has everything; space, low rent, a short commute to her job, and seemingly nice roommates. But there are some things that are kinda weird. Like how her female roommate is up at all hours, and her male roommate mumbling about his plants yelling at him in the middle of the night. She can get through this, right?

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“I don’t like this place,” Jungwoo remarks, “you could’ve moved in with me, and mark.” “Your place is too far from my job, and there’s barely any space now.” Y/n answers, “I don’t know I like it, a lot. There’s a charm to it.”

“Yeah, totally. It’s fucking creepy, babe.”

Y/n sighed deeply, she’s been hearing the same spiel for the last few days. She, of course, agreed to be a roommate. Yoonji had her sign an agreement, gave her a tour of the house, and showed her which of the available rooms she could pick. She decided on the room under Jimin’s. She’d have to walk across the hall for her bathroom, but it was worth it. Her room was smaller than Jimin’s, according to Yoonji, but it had large windows, a large closet, and a small balcony. If hers was technically the smallest room, y/n wonders how big Yoonji’s must be being the occupant of the master bedroom.

Y/n was very happy with her choice, and took pictures, with permission, to show Sooyoung and Jungwoo. Sooyoung agreed that it was very cute, and was very happy Y/n had secured a new place. Jungwoo on the other hand, not so much. He said the place looked creepy, and he didn’t like that two men lived in the house. Y/n pointed out if she had moved in, she’d would’ve had to share a space with Mark. Who is a man? His logic made no sense, and from her interactions with Yoonji she would not room with shitty people, gender be damned.

He huffed and puffed anytime she mentioned her move, and made little remarks. It was bothersome, but now it was plain annoying. Jungwoo refused to help her pack in the beginning, made little jabs about how she wouldn’t need to move so many things if she had moved in with him. He grumbled through carrying out her boxes, even though Sooyoung, Sunni, and Yoona helped with most of them.

Jungwoo complained his pretty little mouth off while the girls, and Jimin helped her bring boxes in.

‘Why is he helping? I hope he knows that’s not going to get the girls’ attention.’

‘He’s being helpful.’ She answered.

‘Babe, I think you got the short end of the stick, your room’s tiny. How is my sleepover stuff gonna fit?’

‘Who said you were leaving stuff?’ She asked.

‘Why does he keep smiling so much?’

‘He’s literally being friendly.’ She hissed.

She was tired of it. She said goodbye to her friends, and encouraged them to visit. Jungwoo stayed back to help her put up curtains, so he says.

“Hey,” Yoonji calls out as she makes her way up the stairs. Y/n stops, “Yeah?” “I hope you stay with us for a long time.” Yoonji mumbled. “Awe, thanks Yoonji,” y/n beams. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, I'll see you in the morning, okay?” Yoonji says.

Y/n waves goodbye, and basically skips back to her room. Jungwoo is laying on her bed when she enters, passed out. She did not want him here after the crap he kept spewing. She shook, shoved, and pulled, but nothing would get him up. He could stay the night, Yoonji had already okay-ed that her friends, or Jungwoo could stay the night if they were too tired. While she appreciated that, Y/n wanted her bed to herself. Y/n decides it’s time to bring out the big guns. She throws her giant sloth plush, a very lovely gift from Sooyoung, and hopes for the best. It lands bottom first on his nose, and Jungwoo wakes with a cry. Y/n makes herself look busy folding clothes, putting them on hangers.

“Why would you do that?” he asked. “Do what?” She feigned. “It’s time for you to go,” she says. “I’m not too sure about leaving you here,” Jungwoo grumbles, “I don’t like that Park kid; too friendly. The lady creeps me out, you should stay with me today babe or let me stay with you tonight.”

“ Can’t,” she replies, “I have work tomorrow, and I didn’t let my roommates know you were going to stay.”

Jungwoo sits on the edge of the bed trying to convince her to stay with him. From breakfast in the morning to more lewd activities. She declines everything knowing he will not go through with any of it. He huffs all the way to the door, trying one last time to convince her. Again, she says no. He tries to kiss her goodnight, but y/n dodges each attempt.

He groans a goodnight, and closes the door behind him.

“Darling.”

Y/n yelps, she didn’t know anyone was in the living room,” Yes?”

“Are you upset?”

“No. Uh, maybe? I don’t know.” Y/n answered.

Seokjin humned, “Alright. Do, calm down. Going to sleep upset is not good. Goodnight.”

She replies a small goodnight, and makes way to her bedroom. Now that Jungwoo is gone she can put what’s left of her items away. Y/n knows she’s upset at Jungwoo’s comments. She could’ve been honest with Seokjin, but they’re not close enough for her to say ‘Yeah, Jungwoo was being an absolute ass hat and kept trying to convince me to go with him, or stay.’ She would have to explain he’s been nothing, but rude since she accepted to be a roommate. Y/n decides she’s too scatterbrained to continue organizing. She washes up as quickly as possible, and quickly gets comfortable in bed.

“Now from the top, make it drop”

What?

“That's some wet-ass pussy”

Uh, what? Excuse me?

“Now get a bucket and a mop”

“Jin, turn that shit off! It’s too early!” Yoonji yelled. “Never! It’s a masterpiece! I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP. That's some wet-ass pussy, Macaroni in a pot,” Seokjin yells.

Well that was a wake up call. Y/n decides it’s time to wake up, and goes through her morning routine. She doesn’t bump into any of her roommates, but she can definitely hear Seokjin bumping to Cardi.

“Okay, I’ll let her know.”

Is that Jimin?

“Well they’re not here anymore.”

Who is he talking to? Is Yoonji downstairs already?

“She didn’t know any better, but she tried. Yes, I’ll let her know. More sunlight, check your soil, and low music.” she hears Jimin say.

Making her way into the main space, she doesn’t see anyone. “Good morning,” Y/n says. Jimin turns around her herbs in hand, “ Oh, hey, morning. I-uh, was doing my morning watering and these little guys looked like they needed some tending.” Y/n cringed slightly, “Yeah, they’re probably borderline dry.”

“Actually, they’re not as bad as you think,” he answers, “the soil is a bit dry, yes, but overall it’s healthy. Check the soil periodically, water it till damp, maybe talk to it, or play music and they should be fine.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that,” y/n says, “ small positive conversations help grow happy plants. Even classical music helps.”

Jimin nods, “I always have music playing in my greenhouse, and every time I do any form of maintenance on my plants I talk to them. I think they’ve turned out great.”

Y/n nods in agreement, and goes about her morning. Bothering Jimin here, and there about where things are and what’s for the house to share. He’s nice enough to share his favorite cinnamon tea, and some pastries he’s been working on. All of it is delicious, and Y/n cannot stop singing praises for the pastries. Jimin let’s out flustered giggles with every compliment. Maybe it’s her being at ease with Jimin, or being super content from breakfast, but she wants to keep hearing Jimin’s squeaky laugh. It’s endearing, and a bit addictive.

They spend an hour talking about their likes, and dislikes. Even having a joking debate over what type of tea is the best. She still stands by sweet tea being superior, while Jimin is adamant chrysanthemum tea is the best. Jimin excuses himself, says he has a few commissions to work on, and probably won’t see them till the afternoon, maybe later.

She makes her way towards her room, and decides to get the last of her stuff put up. She can no longer hear Seokjin’s music, and assumes Yoonji might be doing her own thing this morning.

Y/n spends the better part of the day fixing her room up. She puts her books up on their shelves, hangs up drawings she bought from different artists, and some plants Yoona gave her as a housewarming gift. She’s missing a few things, but nothing too important she can’t order online.

While scrolling, she notices Jungwoo was trying to reach her.

Jungwoo

Y/n I know you’re upset at me but I have my reasons.

That place creeps me out

I think you should just leave the place

I’ll make some space and you can stay here

Y/n?

Don’t give me the silent treatment babe

I talked to Mark. Pack up a bag you’re staying with us until we can get your things out.

I’ll pick you up after work

Excuse me? Who did Jungwoo think he was? She was not leaving her new place, just because he was a child.

Y/n

Excuse me?

I will not pack a bag

Who do you think you are telling me what to do?

Jungwoo

I’m just trying to help you

Stop being a brat and listen to me

Pack a bag. You’re coming with me.

Y/n

I’m not going to leave just because you don’t like it and think my guy roommates are too friendly and Yoonji is weird.

I like it here.

Everyone has been nice to me and if you want to be a dick then don’t come over. I’ll try to see you when I can.

She decides to mute Jungwoo’s chat for the remainder of the day. If he does end up coming here after his shift, she’ll tell him no again. If he continues to be the stubborn person he is, she’ll ask for Seokjin to escort him out. Yeah, that’ll work. Hopefully.

The rest of the early afternoon goes by quickly, by the time Y/n remembers she hasn’t eaten since early morning. On the way to the kitchen she curses herself for forgetting. It’s about early evening, she could get away with something small before she offers to buy food for everyone.

While going over choices, she hears scratching. Y/n looks by the windows, and the door that leads to the back patio. Nothing. She goes back to debating what to eat, when she hears the scratches again followed by whines. Y/n turns towards the back door, and sees the biggest dog she’s ever seen in her life. It could be a German shepherd from the pointed ears, but she’s not too familiar with breeds.

She slowly makes her towards the patio door; every inch she gets closer the dog’s whining louder, and he.. Is it a he, and it starts to paw at the glass more feverently.

Y/n opens the glass portions of the door, and kneels in front of the dog. “Hi, who are you baby? Where’d you come from, huh,” she coos. After checking, and confirming, yup definitely a boy. “Are you the big dog that’s been chasing Yoonji around,” she asks. He yips, and crawls into her lap, like he’s still a puppy. She scratches up his back, up to his ears, and under his chin. They enjoy a moment or two, the big dog enjoying being treated like a pup.

“Kookie!”

“Kookie!” She hears Jimin yell.

The dog lifts their head, looking for the voices calling for him.

“Kookie,” a deeper voice calls out.

“Kookie, huh. That’s cute buddy,” y/n says. She spots Jimin walking by the greenhouse, and waves him over. Jimin does a double take, and signals who she assumes to be kookie’s owner. They both run over to them, looking hysterical.

“Oh, thank gods. Kookie, you have to quit running away like that,” says Kookie's owner. Again, what is with all these people being literal models. She might’ve said Seokjin was the most ethereal man she has seen. But this man, oh he takes the fucking cake. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; sweet mother of god, is she sweating?

He squats in front of Kookie, and gives him an intense look. “Kookie, why did you run out of the house like that? I told you to wait,” he scolds.

Kookie whines, and buries his snout into Y/n’s stomach. She rubs his head in comfort, and looks up at his owner.

“Sorry for being rude, I’m Y/n. I’m the new roommate,” she says.

“I’m Taehyung. I’m Jiminie’s friend,” he replies.

Taehyung bends down, and tries (emphasis on the try) dragging the giant puppy off of her, “Kookie. Stop. Being. On. Top. Of. The. Nice. Lady.” Kookie starts to whine loudly, trying his best to cling on. Taehyung huffs, and continues to pull.

“Kookie, get off Y/n,” Jimin grumbles, “she’s not used to… dogs your size.”

Kookie grumbles softly, looking up, giving y/n the best begging eyes she’s ever seen. She starts to coo, “Awe, Taehyung please let him stay. He’s a sweetie.”

Taehyung, and Jimin look at each other hesitantly. Y/n looked over to Taehyung, “Could he stay for a bit? He didn’t misbehave or anything.” Taehyung looks between Kookie and Y/n, “Yeah, it’s fine. I was actually about to ask Jimin to look after him.”

Kookie yipped, and y/n beamed thank yous at him. She brought Kookie inside, and decided to eat leftover watermelon. She switched between giving kookie pets, eating watermelon, and feeding some of the fruit to kookie. Jimin checked in on her frequently, making sure Kookie was behaving. Y/n assured him he was being a sweetheart.

“Jimin.”

“Yes?”

“Is kookie.. aggressive?” Y/n asked.

“Why do you ask?” Jimin responded.

“Well you, and Taehyung keep trying to keep Kookie away. Is he aggressive?” She answers.

“No,” he answers, “Kookie is just very shy, but because he’s so big, whenever he gets excited he forgets about his size.”

“Really? Oh, well that explains what I’ve heard,” Y/n commented.

“What did you hear?”

“My friend Sunni, she says Yoonji can be seen chasing after kookie. Or kookie chasing Yoonji.” she chuckles.

Jimin started giggling, “Kookie likes to mess with Seokjin, and Yoonji the most. I heard Yoonji complaining once of Kookie giving her a hard time.” Y/n giggles alongside Jimin, playfully scolding the puppy.

They spend the rest of the afternoon with kookie. Taehyung checks in via FaceTime to ensure he’s on his best behavior. Seokjin, and Yoonji are surprised to find Kookie on the couch. Yoonji pouts, adorably Y/n might add, at Kookie. She’s still upset he chased her around the neighborhood a few days ago. Kookie gives Yoonji his best eyes, and she instantly melts. Seokjin calls him a brat, and excuses himself for the rest of the night. They eat dinner, courtesy of Y/n, and get to know each other more.

Y/n learns Yoonji is from Daegu, has been best friends with Seokjin since they were born, and was actually good friends with Taehyung before meeting Jimin. Jimin explains he’s actually best friends with Taehyung, and his roommate Jungkook. They introduced him to Yoonji, who at the time was looking for roommates. Seokjin was taking over some family business, so he wasn’t going to be here as often. Jimin agreed, and now he’s taken over the house, Yoonji jokes. He’s halfway into a denial when there’s heavy knocks on the door.

“Who could that be,” Jimin wonders, “It can’t be Tae, he has a key to the place.”

“I don’t know, “Yoonji answers, “Did you invite anyone over y/n?”

Y/n shakes her head in denial. Her friends always informed her when coming over, even Sooyoung when they lived together.

Yoonji gazes from the side window, “Uhm, it’s your boyfriend Y/n.”

Y/n tenses, and kookie starts growling low. Yoonji opens the door slightly, but Jungwoo pushes his way in. “Y/n, what are you doing? I told you to get a bag ready,” Jungwoo announces. Kookie crawls off Y/n’s lap, and lowers himself into a protective stance. Y/n tries to soothe the large dog with little success. Yoonji, and Jimin stare at Kookie, surprised. “I’m sorry about him,” Jimin laments, “he’s not usually this aggressive with new people.”

“Well keep him away from people, if he can’t behave,” Jungwoo sneers, “Babe, go get your stuff we’re leaving.” Y/n shakes her head, “I told you I’m not going.” Jungwoo starts making his way towards Y/n’s room; Y/n bolting right behind him, roommates, and kookie in tow.

“I told you I’m not going anywhere,” Y/n calls out, “I’m staying, Jungwoo.” But Jungwoo doesn’t listen. He’s pulling clothes into a bag, having no care for the chaos he leaves behind. Y/n takes the bag he started, and throws it in her closet.

Jungwoo grunts, “why are you being difficult? We’re leaving y/n.” He goes into the closet for the bag once more, grabbing more items along the way.

Jimin, and Yoonji stand at the doorway flabbergasted; Yoonji having to restrain Kookie, who’s glaring, and growling at Jungwoo. Both stay in a cycle of taking, and putting away y/n’s belongings. Y/n is visibly getting frustrated, her roommates growing uncomfortable not being able to intervene without possibly getting in an altercation.

“Jungwoo, get out!” Y/n yells. “I’m not leaving, you’re not my boss, you’re not my dad, you’re nothing, but a boyfriend! Leave before I call someone to get you out.” Jungwoo stays silent for a moment, “Fine, I’ll leave. Don’t come crying to me when something happens.” He drops the items in hands, and bolts from the room. Pushing his way through Jimin, and Yoonji, slamming the door on his way out. The roommates stay quiet for a moment, no one knowing what to say about what just happened.

Yoonji is the first to make a move. She slowly makes her way into the room, careful to not step on anything; picking up clothes, and dropped items from the chaos. Y/n feels shitty, Yoonji should not be picking up her mess. Her roommates should not have seen that fight.

“Yoonji, you don’t have to do that,” y/n whispers. “I can do it.”

Yoonji shakes her head in refusal, “I want to help.” Both women get into a rhythm of folding, hanging, and quiet looks. Yoonji wants to tell y/n that she’s not upset at Jungwoo’s outburst, but she would be lying. It hurt to know he wanted to take their roommate away. Why, because he thinks they’re a bit strange? He doesn’t know them, he’s never had a full conversation past introductions when y/n moved in. Seokjin is eccentric, but he’s never made anyone uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. Jimin is a sweetheart, he always gives more of himself than he should, and works hard. Yoonji would like to think she’s an open person, she likes meeting new people despite being an introvert. They love their friends, and would do anything for them. Jungwoo doesn’t know them, yet assumes they’d hurt Y/n, which upsets her deeply.

Jimin comes into the room with a cup of tea, and a sad kookie, “Y/n?”

“Yes?”, Y/n answers. Jimin gently places the cup on top of her dresser, “I made you tea, lavender chamomile, it’ll help ease your nerves, and make it easier to sleep tonight.” Jimin can see she’s tired, he doesn’t know what to say to her, he feels like it’s not his place. He makes signals towards Yoonji for them to leave, but Y/n beats him to it. “I appreciate your help cleaning up Yoonji, I also appreciate the tea Jimin, but I kind of want to be alone.” Her roommates nod in acknowledgment. Kookie gives her a sad look, before following them out. Y/n drinks Jimin’s tea; it makes her feel warm, partially settling the knot in her stomach. She decides to go to bed, wishing this gross feeling goes away with sleep.

•

Jimin can see Yoonji’s upset, she’s pacing back and forth, silently putting away the lavender and chamomile he had left out. He walks over to the kitchen, not wanting to say anything to upset her further. Jimin picks up the thermos he had left on the counter, deciding to pour Yoonji a cup.

“You need to drink this Yoonji, please, it’ll calm you down.”

“I don’t want it,” she whispers.

“I know Yoon, but it’ll help you. I’ll even add some extra drops of your favorite to help.” Yoonji nods in reluctant agreement, and makes her way to the backyard. Jimin pulls out a special tonic he makes specifically for Yoonji, and Seokjin. Usually he’d only add a couple drops. Normally that would be enough for them to calm down, but Yoonji is going to need at least a few to settle any lingering anxiety. Jimin makes his way towards Yoonji, making as little noise as possible, so as to not startle her. He gently hands her the cup, sitting in the open bench spot, the dark haired girl is sitting on, “Drink it slowly.”

They stay quiet for a while, the only noise being the tea cup hitting the table. “Are we that bad Jimin?”

He shakes his head, “No, why do you ask?”

“Jungwoo felt like we were going to hurt Y/n,” Yoonji whispered. “We did everything. We talked to him, tried to welcome him, made sure Y/n had everything she needed. Helped her when he wasn’t, but somehow we were a danger to her? I don’t get it.”

“He doesn’t understand us Yoonji,” Jimin sighs. “People like Jungwoo never understand.” Yoonji nods glumly. She finishes the rest of her tea, and wordlessly goes inside.

Jimin stays in the garden, watching his plants rustle with the breeze. “Interesting new roommate you got,” a deep voice rings out. “First days in, and she’s already bringing trouble.”

“It wasn’t her fault, Tae.” Jimin answers. Taehyung walks over to his best friend, analyzing the worry lines decorating his soft face.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened, hon.” Tae mumbles.

Jimin explained everything. From Jungwoo’s side-eyes, to his comments that he thought Jimin couldn’t hear. He thought Jungwoo was just worried, jealous that Y/N was going to live with guys in the house. Y/n would chastise Jungwoo every time, telling him they were friendly, nice roommates. Along with her friends that came, he and Yoonji helped Y/n move in her stuff. Jungwoo rarely left the room to help. Everything was fine the next day, they spent time together, got to know each other. Y/n even bought them dinner as a thank you for helping her. Then Jungwoo came, he was upset. He kept asking, no, demanding that Y/n go make a bag because she wasn’t staying. Jungwoo kept touching every part of her space, even though Y/n had told him no repeatedly. It infuriated Jimin. Jungwoo kept dismissing her, choosing what he deemed best without a care. Y/n yelled at him to leave, she was staying no matter what. Jimin wanted to pull Jungwoo out of Y/n’s room. He wanted to get Kookie to drag him out. It took all of him to not hex him to hell for disturbing his home.

Taehyung is hurting for his friend, humans never understand. He had asked around his acquaintance circle if anyone would’ve liked to move into Yoonji’s. No one wanted to room with the elders, apparently.

Taehyung runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, soft from his most recent trim. He hopes it can calm his dear friend down, and is elated when he hears Jimin’s breathing slow down. He whispers into Jimin’s ear, time for bed. Jimin is freshened up, changed, and tucked into bed later than what Taehyung would’ve liked. Before he leaves, he does a quick sweep of the house, everything seeming to be in place, even the cobweb Jimin refuses to tear down. If Taehyung tries hard enough he can hear a melancholic rendition, if that’s even possible, of Nocturne No.20 coming from Yoonji’s room.

A/n: 👉🏻👈🏻 so lol this is later than what I thought lol, but I got it done before Halloween so I see it as a win lol. This was brought to y’all by a drunk night I had the other day and a twilight playlist. Feedback is always appreciated 💕 if you want to be tagged on the next update pls let me know.

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Bubblegum pink

》Pairing: Yoonji x fem!reader

》Summary: Literally just smut with no plot, enjoy!!

》Genre: Smut, female Yoongi, 18+, MINORS DNI.

》Word count: 2.5k

》Notes/Warnings: lesbain smut, Dom!Yoonji, Sub!Reader, hickies, collar, talk of nipple play, bondage (hands tied), use of ‘kitten’, ‘doll’, ‘slut, oral & fingering (f.reader), praise, marking, scratching, teasing, reader cries, use of degradation and dumbification, strap-on, subspace, orgasm denial, aftercare.

I’m still new to smut so please don’t be too mean :pp also has not been edited :]

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For @thebtswritersclub June prompt, Pride month!

She can’t help but admire your submissive state, laid out all pretty just for her. Your hands tied above your head in black silk, clenching and unclenching as you pray, beg, for more. The power between you is uneven as you lay only in your panties whilst she wears her matching black set. Your bra is in a pile along with the rest of your clothes that were thrown haphazardly to the floor in Yoonji’s haste earlier. Chest and neck covered in bruises and hickies, your abused nipples were pulled and twisted, erect and glistening with her spit as she bit and sucked on them.

The collar around your neck catches her attention, knowing that the both of you had picked out the collar together; the simple design of black leather attached to the metal heart at the front. She loved the idea of buying a collar for you, knowing that it symbolizes your relationship. She wanted everyone to know that you were hers, and of course, whilst she doesn’t have a collar, she is yours.

A whine of embarrassment leaves your throat under her lust filled gaze, your legs rub -together helplessly, trying to relieve some of your need as you can feel the wet spot on your panties grow each second, “please..” you beg, “please t-touch me - fuck me.. Anything.”

Your begging and glossy eyes make her coo, bending down to kiss your pouty lips sweetly, “you’re so cute, kitten.” the nickname making you mewl, reaching up to kiss her bubblegum pink lips again.

Her hands grip at your body, kissing you; you have to admit you’re addicted. Her tongue swipes at your bottom lip and your brain goes cloudy as your tongues swirl together. You can feel the ghost of her hand slide down your stomach and slightly skim your panties, making you shudder. As she pulls away, you can’t help but whine in need, her eyes shining with mischief as she grabs your neck lightly, “what a whiny little slut I have here,” Yoonji chuckles darkly.

Whimpering as she takes her hand away, she crawls down to lay in between your legs, her pale hands massaging your thighs. Teasingly, she moves closer and closer to where you want her to be the most, looking up at you with a smirk. You shiver as she gently strokes at your sensitive skin at the top of your inner thighs, her pointy nails digging into your skin to create scratch marks, the burning pain turning to pleasure as you breathe out her name. She eyes your sodden panties, a finger teasing you clit over the fabric as she draws shapeless patterns before a tongue licks a long stripe on your folds, your body jolting from the sudden feeling.

Yoonji chuckles, one of her fingers lightly circling your clit before hooking it in the waistband, sliding your underwear down slowly, “so wet for me kitten.”

Your head turns to the side in embarrassment, avoiding her gaze as her hands dig into your thighs to open your legs wide; your pussy out on display for her. Flicking your clit with her tongue, she closes her eyes and groans, “you taste so fucking amazing doll,” before going back to sucking at your nub.

She gets lost in pleasing you, your tied hands gripping her short black hair, tugging softly making her hum into your pussy; moans falling from your lips from the vibrations. Her tongue runs over your folds, collecting your arousal before the warm muscle teases your entrance in circles before plunging into your leaking core. You breathe in sharply as she explores your heat, expertly hitting all of the right places, ravishing you as her tongue thrusts into you.

You're tempted to close your legs but you can’t as her hands have a bruising grip on your thighs to keep them open, her strength overpowering your overwhelmed state as she pushes your legs over her shoulders. The new angle allows her tongue to go deeper, eating you out fiercely, as if she was starved. Bringing a closer, she runs finger along your slit, collecting your arousal as her tongue draws figures of 8 on your clit before her finger dips into your entrance, your pussy so wet and ready for her as it slips in easily. She is quick to thrust into your cunt at a fast pace, fingers going as deep as they can. But, it didn’t take long for you to want, to need more.

“M-more” you moan, your hips rolling against her desperately. Yoonji stops, her head coming up to look at you with a piercing gaze, “manners little kitten or you won’t be able to cum at all tonight,” her voice hard and low, butterflies swarming your stomach.

“More p-please,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes.

Abruptly, she slides two fingers into you and you cry out from the sensation of your pussy being stretched a little bit more. She returns to her brutal pace, going deeper, curling her fingers in a ‘come here’ manner, hitting the spot that causes you to cry out. Clenching your pussy around her fingers, she hums, “close kitten?” your thighs shake, threatening to close around her face as she never lets up her fastening pace with her tongue and fingers.

You can only nod, not trusting your voice, another moan following as you can hear the sound of your squelching core. Squirm on the bed, the heat in your stomach builds up quickly, before it's gone. Her fingers disappear from inside you, causing you to cry out. You were so close to release, your body so high from euphoria as you sob, “n-no - puh-please…” You’ve been so good for her all night, why did she stop?

Yoonji leans away from you, smirking at your whimpering state, licking and sucking at her arousal covered fingers. Her gaze never wavers from you, the sight makes you wiggle around on the bed, your eyes full of tears making her coo at you, “you’re so pretty when you cry. My pretty little doll.”

She gets up, before bending down to scavenge through the ‘toy box’ the both of you hid under the bed. Your thighs squeeze together in excitement as she pulls the toy out. Smiling at you with faux innocence, she tilts her head as she dangles the purple strap-on in front of your face, “you’re gonna be a good little kitten and get this dildo nice and wet for me. Do you understand?”

The dominance in her voice causes your pussy to throb, watching as she pulls the strap over her legs and onto her hips, tightening them until she is satisfied. Climbing back on to the bed, she puts a knee at each side of your head, the purple dildo taping against your mouth as she looks at you expectedly. Swallowing thickly, you don’t break eye contact with her as you lick a thick stripe onto the toy, a groan being pulled out of her from the sight. One of her hands grip at the dildo as the other tangles in your hair. You slip the tip into your mouth, sucking at the plastic cock, her hand pushing you up onto the toy until it hits the back of your throat, moaning when you gag. You slurp at her cock, your neck bulging as she fucks her cock into your mouth, “fuck you’re so pretty chocking around my cock.”

Saliva drips down your chin, creating a path down your neck and to your boobs. Tears slide down your face as you swallow around her cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat again. Yoonji bites at her cherry-like lips as she hears you choke, before pulling it from your mouth slowly. A string of saliva connecting you to the toy. She gets up once again, stroking your thigh gently, contrasting with the dominant look in her eye, “turn around kitten.”

Scrambling, you turn so you’re hands and knees, looking forward at the headboard. You can feel her move behind you, the bed dipping as she kneels behind you, the cool tip of the strap-on resting at the bottom of your back. Her hands rub up and down your back, pushing you down so you’re on your elbows, the curve of your back making her groan, “you look so good like this, so pretty.”

Sliding the dildo up and down your folds, the tip teases your entrance. “You want me, kitten? Want my cock?” The smirk is evident in her voice. You nod, squealing as a sharp pain shoots through you from her slapping your ass, “I said, do you want my cock?”

“Y-yes, yes I want your c-cock, plea-” you cry out as she enters you, her cock stretching your walls open making you gasp, “f-fuck”

Slapping your ass again she can’t help but whisper, “good girl,” watching as the dildo sinks into your pussy inch by inch, moaning as your hips move back; giving her the signal for her to move. Your tied hands grip at the sheets as she rocks into you, getting deeper each thrust. But you want more. Rolling your hips back into her, she scoffs, “so desperate, letting me fuck your little pussy, pretty girl”

“P-please Yoonji” you beg, pushing yourself back onto her cock. Her hands grip at your waist, stopping you from moving as she bends down over you to whisper darkly in your ear, “stay still kitten.” Goosebumps arise on your skin, arousal dripping down your thighs as you gush around her from her dark tone.

She quickens her pace, fucking into you roughly as her hands have a deathening grip on your waist. Skin slaps on skin, your moans filling the room as your pussy pulses around the dildo, “You're so pretty, dripping around my cock”

Mouth agape, you release a high-pitched keen as she hits your spongy spot inside of you. Closing your eyes, you can feel drool start to pool on the pillow around your mouth as she fucks you dumb. Your arms giving in, your back arching more drawing a moan out of your girlfriend, “right there doll?”

You whine at the pet name, her voice smooth but slightly breathless watching herself fuck into you, arousal pooling inside her underwear from pleasing you so well. Your core squelches around the toy, cum falling from your pussy and dripping onto the sheets. With a strong roll of her hips, your arms give up. Her hands on your waist give her leverage to thrust harder into. One hand sneaks up to tug at your collar, a strangled moan making its way out of your lips.

Your moans are music to her ears, “f-faster, puh-please.”

And whilst Yoonji wasn’t getting pleasured, she loved pleasing you, “yeah? You want me to go faster?”

Even though you knew it was a rhetorical question, you can’t help but nod your head as you sob. Both of your bodies are hot in the humid room as the headboard starts to rock, so close to hitting the wall as she drills into you. Your breathless; moaning into the pillow before she tugs the collar, her hand travelling down to pull and twist at your already abused nipples, her nails scratch lightly down your stomach leaving pretty marks onto your skin, her fingers dangerously close to your clit.

She tugs at the collar, “look at you drooling, pretty kitten. Do you like it when I fuck you until you’re my dumb little doll?”

You try to turn your head, tears stream down your face from the pleasure, your mind going fuzzy. Before you know it, she’s rubbing circles on your clit, pinching it every so often, “Y-yoonji” you whine weakly.

Your pussy soaks the dildo with your arousal, your mind cloudy as you whimper and whine into the pillow. Your cute little noises make Yoonji want to ravish you until you’re ruined. “You close kitten?” she breathes out, her thrusting getting even faster as she ploughs into you, her fingers pinching and rubbing your clit furiously.

Her arms keep you up as your whole body almost gives in, wanting to collapse onto the bed as it shakes. Once again you can feel the coil in your stomach twisting, heat rising in your body as you can feel yourself getting closer to release, your cunt gushing around the dildo as she slams into you. Yoonji can’t take her eyes away from the sight, almost mesmerised.

Your moans get more breathless, making her chuckle, “cum for me, be a good girl kitten and cum.”

With her words, your head tilts back, mouth agape as you whine in a high-pitched squeal. You see white, as the coil in your stomach unwinds. Your walls squeeze the dildo tightly, as your legs tremble from how hard you cum. It's hard to control your breathing as you clench around the toy, your cum gushing around it and down your thighs. Yoonji still fucks into you from behind, slower than before to draw out your orgasm, her fingers rubbing circles on your clit coming to stop, “good girl, such a good kitten for me.”

Gently, she takes the glistening dildo out of you, a whine leaving your lips from the feeling, your body falling to the bed from exhaustion. Putting the strap-on on the bed, Yoonji is quick to untie your hands, gently rubbing your wrists and kissing them. Smiling at you, she can tell you’re in subspace as your blurry eyes look at her, “I love you princess”

You giggle, reaching for her which is obeys, pulling you into her as she lays on the bed. Neither of you mind the sweat that coats your skin as Yoonji holds you close to her. You feel protected, your mind still fuzzy as you listen to her heartbeat.

She smiles, kissing you head gently before wrapping the both of you up in the duvet. She knew that when you woke up she would have to clean the sheets and wash you up, but that can wait for later.

“You were so good for me princess, are you tired now?” she whispers, her hand rubbing your skin in soothing circles as your breathing starts to even out. You nod, pressing a kiss to her chest, “‘mhmm,”

Shuffling, you try to get closer, “love you Yoonji,” you speak in a tired voice before you fall asleep. Yoonji can’t wipe the smile off her face, squeezing you to her before closing her eyes. As long as you are alright, and as long as you are in her arms that’s all that matters.

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captivita · 8 years ago

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@amorxprohibito

was yoonji skipping out on her tutoring lessons again? yejun sat here, tapping his fingers on the table very impatiently as he thought where his student could be. yoonji was no longer a child, but a grown adult, who needed to mature for just a moment for the sake of her father. the male was quite thankful for the younger female’s father for granting him a purpose after his return to korea from america. the tutor watched the hands on the clock ticked before he stood up from his seat and giving yoonji a call. he stood by the window, peering out from behind the curtains as the call went through.

“what time is it?” yejun asked the female over the phone. “you know can’t be going out during your tutoring sessions. your father would be furious if you skip out again and i can’t help cover you for all your actions you know.” his voice hinted a slight annoyance, but he overall remained calm as he spoke. however, something in the backyard caught his eye. was that yoonji carrying a box of food? why would the girl simply go out to get take-out when she could have simply asked the maids to make her a meal? “you better share that fried chicken,” he added, watching her from the window.

#( hello | kang yejun )#( s | para )#( c | nam yoonji )#( au | will you bear the weight of the crown )

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dovechim · 5 years ago

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a remedy for mondays 03 (m)

01 | 02 | 03

➾ 8k words

➾ summary: all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

tl,dr: the part where things start unraveling until they fall apart completely.

➾ warnings: romantic sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, slight dom jimin, shit really hits the fan in this one

➾ a/n: well well well... look who’s back :”) I struggled for months on where to take this, had a breakthrough in the last couple of days and speed wrote this. inspiration is unpredictable! here’s to the first update of 2020, and more to come!

“Is that all you’re having?” Granny asks with a frown as you finish your second bowl of rice after much cajoling from her. “You need to eat more for the baby! Jimin puppy, go get more from the kitchen.”

You stop Jimin with a meaningful frown. All weekend Granny has been feeding you so well that you feel like you’ve already gained weight. If you’re not careful, you’ll be returning to work with a food baby at this rate.

“Oh Granny, no, we’re already late. We need to catch the train back or else we’ll get back too late today,” Jimin grabs your hand in his as he rises from the table, prompting you to follow his lead. “We should get going now. Our stuff’s already by the doorway.”

Granny only lets you go by making Jimin promise to buy you something else to eat at the train station. Just as Jimin’s mother and father are offering to drive you back home themselves, Granny comes bustling toward the front door in a hurry.

“_____ dear, you forgot this!” Granny is holding a small pink pouch that you recognise as your own, containing all your sanitary pads and tampons that you keep with you at all times as a matter of habit.

Your heart skips a beat because you remember that you most definitely didn’t zip it up this morning, and Granny might have gotten a peek into its contents. You scan Granny’s face for any sign of suspicion or even accusation. If you really are pregnant, then you wouldn’t be carrying around sanitary products like this. Could Granny have already caught on that this is entirely a scam?

But the kind old woman merely smiles as she pats your hand warmly.

“You have to come back soon. It was so nice to have you here with us,” is all she says as she envelopes you into a hug. “I’ll send you some food I made later on in the week. You take care of yourself now.”

Strangely enough, Granny doesn’t mention the baby like you thought she would, but before you can think too much about it, Jimin’s father ushers the both of you into his car, and just like that, the weekend spent with Jimin’s family is over.

When you walk into office on Monday morning to find your desk significantly smaller, it’s not because the Monday blues are playing tricks on you. Your things have been shifted to a makeshift desk half the size of your original one, files and papers strewn haphazardly across its surface.

You look around for an explanation, but everyone has their heads down; typing, clicking and scrolling away. No one looks up for a second, not even when you clear your throat. You sort through the mess to find your laptop under it. Previously with your larger desktop screen to work with while poring over spreadsheets and word documents, you already experienced some eye strain, but now with only your laptop, it’s definitely going to get much worse.

Finally, you decide to approach Jung Hoseok, who is part of the Office Facilities Management team.

“Hey, um… Hoseok? What happened to my desk? Was there a reorganisation that I wasn’t informed of?” Your voice is hesitant and small amidst the austere silence of the office.

The bespectacled man takes his time finishing his email before he turns around. His desk is cluttered with all sorts of paraphernalia, from anime figurines to a mini fan and an assortment of snacks. It makes his regular sized table look tiny, not a single inch of bare space can be seen on it. When he finally faces you, he has a bored look on his face.

“Wh- oh. Your table? We had to make some space for some new joiners next month,” he says as he clicks open the floor plan that details everyone’s seating arrangement. He doesn’t let you look at it for long, though, and as cluttered as it is, you only manage to get a fleeting glimpse before he closes the document again. “A few other people’s desks have been shifted too. Count yourself lucky that you’re still in the same spot.”

“But I need more space. For my files, and I need my desktop screen too,” you try in vain to protest, but you can already see Hoseok’s attention drifting away.

“We figured since you’d be going on maternity leave soon, that it made the most sense to shift your desk…” Hoseok glances back at you, his eyes falling very briefly to your still normal sized belly. For a moment, you can see a flicker of curiosity pass over his features, but then it disappears.

And there’s nothing you can really say about that. You can’t say that this entire thing is a ruse that you made up just to get some time off for a concert. When they say life always finds a way, they were damn right. Life always finds a way to bite you in the ass.

Now your desk is the same size as an intern’s. It might sound stupid to anyone else but having a desk in the office is like having a place to call your own. Where you can put up all your decorations, pictures of you and your friends, cards and notes from your friends that helps to make the day a little better.

But you can’t have any of that now, because your new, smaller desk also means that you don’t have a partition on which to put all the decorations anymore. You swallow back the nausea that suddenly rises in your throat. Your new desk is only a few seats away from your previous one, so if you look over, you can still see Jimin’s head over the partition. He seems to sense that you are looking in his direction, as his eyes peek over the partition and meet yours. You don’t have to see the rest of his face to know that he is currently pouting on your behalf.

You try to ignore how cramped your workspace is and sit down to check your emails, throwing yourself into your work. Your back is facing the aisle, and when people walk up and down, you can feel their curious glances on your back.

Nevertheless, the weekend spent with Jimin’s family has reenergised you somewhat, and you’re able to work for two hours without getting distracted or feeling tired. In the middle of the morning, you suddenly hear a commotion from one of the other teams.

“Oh my god, this year’s bonus is great!! Thank you!!” The Finance team’s newest joiner, Kim Soo-Jung, squeals as she hugs her phone to her chest. “It’s the most I’ve ever had!”

“You all deserve your performance bonus,” the leader of the Finance team, Min Yoonji, says with a proud smile. “You’ve been the best team so far. It’s just an incentive!”

Upon hearing their conversation, you pick up your phone to log in and check your pay slip in a hurry, wondering just how much of a performance bonus you’ll get. Thinking back to all the late nights you spent, weekends burnt and lunches wasted at work, you begin to feel optimistic for the first time in a long while.

But when you scroll down to see the number at the bottom of the page, it remains the same as usual. No increments. No bonus at all. You check that you have the correct month’s payslip loaded, and there’s no mistake.

All around you, people are checking their payslips with excitement on their faces, huddling around with their teams and comparing amounts.

Jeongguk leaps out of his chair, fists raised to the ceiling as he grins uncontrollably. “Yes!!! Best day ever!!!”

“You got a bonus too?” You can’t help but question, seeing as he seems to be the most relaxed one out of your team when it comes to work. He goes home on time every day, takes a long lunch every day, and probably doesn’t even know what overtime is. If even Jeon Jeongguk can get a bonus and you can’t…

“Yeah, didn’t you get one?” He says nonchalantly.

“I did,” you mumble as you turn back to your computer, putting away your phone and ending the conversation in a hurry in case he asks how much bonus you got.

The rest of the morning passes in a slight blur as you try to distract yourself from the burning unfairness of the whole situation. When your stomach reminds you that it’s time for lunch, you glance up to see Jimin walking towards your table with a smile.

“Lunch?” He asks, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

You blink out of a slight daze, realising that you were lost in your thoughts for the past few minutes. Your eyes focus back on the email pulled up on your screen, reading the title hastily.

FREE HEALTH CHECKUP FOR ALL STAFF

“Did you see this email?” You ask, and Jimin places one hand on your desk, leaning in so that his chin hovers directly above your head. The whole proximity of his body is giving you butterflies as he casually drops a kiss on the top of your head before replying.

“Yeah, I did. Wanna sign up for the same day together?”

“You sure you wanna go for it?” You can’t help but have a weird feeling about this as you scroll through the email, reading through all the details. It’s a free health checkup for all staff provided through a mobile health clinic, for selected days and times only.

“Yeah, why not?” Jimin shrugs as he straightens up again. “It’s free. Health checkups like this would normally cost a bomb.”

“I’m afraid they might… you know. Find out about this,” you voice lowers to a whisper towards the end of your sentence, but from the way your gaze drops to your middle, Jimin’s face dawns with recognition.

“Baby, healthcare professionals are obligated to maintain individual privacy. They can’t divulge anything about your health to anyone,” Jimin reassures in a whisper, bending down beside you so that you can look at him more comfortably, stroking your hand in your lap.

You’re still new to this public display of affection, but luckily, the office is pretty empty since everyone has left for lunch. You’re not entirely convinced about this health checkup thing, but then again, it could just be your paranoia from all the bad things that have already occurred this morning. After all, you firmly believe that bad things happen in threes. And right now, you’re on strike two.

Taking a deep breath, you smile at him, pushing away any other thoughts. “You’re right. This is perfectly fine. Which slot should we go for?”

A few clicks later, you close your laptop and reach for your wallet, taking Jimin’s hand as you walk out of office with a few of your colleagues’ admiring gazes on your backs.

“Deep breath please… one, two, three… and out…”

You can feel the cold metal of the stethoscope through your thin blouse as the doctor listens to your breathing. While he does this, you’re left staring at the medical information that you filled out on the form at the beginning of the session, your heart rate speeding up when it comes to the question:

Are you currently pregnant, or expecting? Yes/ No

Your hands start to sweat, and the doctor seems to notice. Dr Cha Eun Woo withdraws the stethoscope and places it back around his neck.

“Is everything going okay for you? You seem a little stressed. Problems at work?” He smiles jovially as he records something down on his clipboard.

“Um… yeah, kind of. The usual stress, you know,” you gesture vaguely, wanting this entire thing to be over as soon as possible. You add in a laugh for good measure.

Dr Cha makes an understanding noise in the back of his throat as he reaches for your medical form, scanning through it briefly. “Let’s see… no health problems, you’re exercising often, you don’t smoke, only the occasional drink here and there. Sexual history is… active, but you’re not pregnant, nor planning to become in the near future, am I right?”

You visibly tense up at his question, and the lack of a response causes him to look up at you.

“Did I say something wrong?” His smile turns into a concerned frown. “I apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable. It’s just the standard questions that we ask all who come in for a checkup.”

You shake your head and attempt to unclench your fists. Jimin is right. This is a medical healthcare professional who is just doing his job. He isn’t asking you because he wants to report you to the company or anything.

“No, definitely not pregnant,” you answer him confidently, conveniently leaving out the answer to the second part of his question.

But Dr Cha seems satisfied, and he reaches to unwrap the blood pressure cuff from your arm. “Alright then. I guess we’re done here. I’ll just let the nurse take a blood sample from you, and we’ll have the results sent to you over text message in about a week or so.”

You were just about to get up from your seat, but you freeze in your tracks. “Bl-blood sample?”

“To check your cholesterol levels, blood count, and generally things that we can’t detect through a physical check-up alone. Is there… is there a problem?”

You almost say that you’re scared of needles, but then how childish would that sound?

Dr Cha is still looking at you expectantly, and there’s really no good reason for you to refuse. So you paste on a smile and let the nurse draw some blood from the crook of your elbow, and then you are out of the mobile health clinic.

As you come down the stairs of the van, Jimin is waiting outside for you, having had his turn just before. You stumble a little on the last step, and he rushes forward to catch you.

“Are you okay?” Jimin’s grasp around you is tight as he sets you down carefully on the ground, pulling back to examine your face.

“I’m fine, just got a little excited for it to be over,” you squeeze his arm lightly, overly aware of your colleagues waiting in the vicinity of the mobile health clinic. Of one pair of eyes in particular, as she walks up to the two of you.

“You should really be more careful, ______! Especially in your condition,” Jihyo from Communications tsks as she appraises the both of you with admiration in her eyes. “Isn’t it great that we have this though? I’m sure having an extra health check wouldn’t hurt for the baby!”

Her probing eyes then travel down to your midriff, and you can see that she is just bursting with curiosity. Before she gets the chance to ask any more questions, however, Jimin puts an arm around you and gives her a polite smile.

“Thank you for your concern, but we should be getting back to work now,” Jimin gives her a small bow. “I hope your health check-up goes well. See you back in the office.”

He turns you around and you are all too glad to follow, leaving the whispers and curious glances behind.

“_____? Could I have a quick minute please?” Kim Namjoon from HR smiles pleasantly, as you look up to find him at your desk.

You save the spreadsheet you’d been working on and give him a nod, getting up to follow him to one of the meeting rooms. On the way in, you make eye contact with Jimin, seeing his curious head pop up from behind his partition.

“How’s everything been going for you lately?” Kim Namjoon smiles stiffly as he sits down, lacing his fingers together. “Pregnancy going okay?”

“Um…” You hesitantly take a seat across him, wondering what this could be about. It definitely isn’t one of those ‘how-are-you’ conversations between two colleagues. The very fact that Kim Namjoon is part of HR makes you wary.

He’s still waiting for an answer though, so you give him a weak smile and nod.

“Thanks for your concern… was that all you wanted to ask me today?”

Kim Namjoon looks down for a second, the expression on his face wavering, before he clears his throat. “Actually, no. There is one more thing. It’s about the medical check-up we did last week.”

At the mention of the medical check-up, your heart begins racing, and you consciously force yourself to breathe.

“We received some information from one of the employees about your medical check-up. While having their medical check-up, they happened to see the medical form that you filled up, and the information that they came across seems to be indicating that you are not otherwise pregnant.”

Strike. Three.

The room suddenly feels like all the air has been sucked out of it. It’s hard to breathe, let alone form a conscious thought.

Kim Namjoon continues, “as you may realise, even though this concerns your private medical information, because there is a rumour that you are engaging in fraud, we are required for audit purposes to investigate this. But I wanted to give you a chance to come clean about it before we request a court order for your medical information to be released to the company officially. I trust that you understand that it would be labourious for all parties involved to go through a lawsuit like that.”

The seconds drag out, and you realise that he is waiting for your response. Your eyes dart around the room, and it occurs to you that you are trapped. There is no way to escape, no way to get out of this situation unscathed.

The jig is up, your secret is out.

“But I… the doctor…” you are tripping over your own words in an attempt to make a coherent argument against him. Something that will explain away everything.

“Give it up, Ms ______. You aren’t really pregnant, are you? You should be further along by now, but you clearly aren’t. Are you aware that you are committing fraud?” Kim Namjoon stands up and leans over the table, his stern eyes fixed on you.

“My medical records should not have been exposed like that,” you argue back, suddenly finding courage from somewhere within you. You’re not going down without a fight. “Anything that I discuss with my doctor is private and confidential. That doctor is in the wrong in the first place for just leaving my information out in the open!”

Kim Namjoon sighs deeply and massages his temples. He sits down with a heavy thud, remaining silent for a moment.

“Fine. I guess we’re doing it the difficult way then.” He pushes his chair back slightly and crosses his legs. “Let’s just say that we received a report that you may be committing fraud. In the name of the law, we are authorised to access your medical records, for investigation purposes. If you really have nothing to hide, you would have no problem letting us see those records, wouldn’t you?”

This asshole is just backing you into a corner. There are a thousand reasons why you might want to keep your medical records private, but he’s using it to accuse you of fraud.

Which you technically are committing, but still…

“Do you really want to drag this to court?” He asks quietly, mistaking your silence for fear instead of anger. “If we do that, then everyone in the company will know that you committed fraud. Your reputation will be ruined. It’ll be on your permanent record. No company will ever employ you after that, you realise?”

He leans forward again, his stare intense as his mouth sets in a firm line. “But if you just admit that you aren’t really pregnant now, and that you made it all up, we won’t have to go there. We can settle this between you and the company, reach an agreement through negotiation. It’s a win-win arrangement for both of us.”

Wait a minute. Is he really…

“Think about it for a second. Do you really want everyone to know about this?”

Well, if he puts it like that… then…

You find it hard to talk past the lump in your throat. “I…”

“All you have to say is: ‘I faked my pregnancy’. That’s all, Ms _______,” Kim Namjoon cajoles. “It’s really that simple.”

Even though you know he is manipulating you, backing you into a corner and giving you a choice between a rock and a hard place… there’s just no other way out of it. Finally, your shoulders deflate and you sink back against the chair in defeat.

“I faked my pregnancy. I’m not pregnant at all.” Your voice is smaller than it has ever been. In all your years working at this company, you don’t think any other moment will ever top this one in terms of humiliation.

“Thank you, Ms _______. You may go now. I will be in touch with you regarding the next steps.” Kim Namjoon smiles, a pointy, satisfied little smile as he stands up to show you the door. Just as you are gathering your composure and getting ready to step outside again, he hits you with another blow. “I think you should take the rest of the week off.”

“The- rest of the week?” You turn to him in surprise. “Am I… is this a suspension?”

“You could think of it as one, yes.” He clears his throat and pushes his glasses to sit higher up on his nose. “We need some time to discuss the appropriate disciplinary measures. Meanwhile, you should enjoy your time off. It was the whole reason why you invented this story, isn’t it?”

The nerve of him. You can’t even hit him, because now he has opened the door and the rest of the office would bear witness to you trying to murder Kim Namjoon. All you can do is smile tightly at him, try to keep the tears from being too obvious as you walk to your workstation, hastily pack up your things, and leave with your tail in between your legs.

“Everyone is talking about me at work, aren’t they?” You pace back and forth in the kitchen, wringing your hands as Jimin prepares dinner at your stove. “They will all know by now. Fucking Park Jihyo. She would have told everyone the second she left that clinic.”

“People aren’t talking about you,” Jimin says calmly, stirring the simmering beef stew.

“And I only just found out now?” Your voice rises in hysteria, hands tangled in your hair as you groan in frustration. “I’ve been walking around like a clown for the past week. They must have had a good laugh about me. I can only imagine the things they’re saying about me now-“

“______, no one has said anything about this-“

“And don’t even get me started on that fucker Kim Namjoon,” you grab the radish sitting on the counter, just because you need something to wave around for emphasis. “He practically manipulated me into making a confession. I’m pretty sure that’s called blackmailing, especially when he doesn’t even have concrete proof. You know, I should have sued that piece of sh-“

“Hey, try this piece of carrot. Is it soft enough for you?” Jimin turns to you with a ladle, expression totally calm, and it only infuriates you even more. His reaction to all of this is entirely unprecedented. You expected him to spring to your defence and storm into the office and beat that fucker to a pulp.

“How are you so calm about this?” You demand, pushing his arm away from you. “Do you not understand the gravity of the situation right now?”

“I do, and I’m anything but calm, trust me,” Jimin sighs as he puts the ladle back into the pot. “But if I freak out too, then there won’t be anyone to help you get through this. You need to stay strong to get through this. And to do that, you need to eat. You’re stressing yourself out and it’s taking a toll on you.”

He insistently offers the piece of carrot to you again, and you reluctantly open your mouth. The carrot is soft and savoury, the taste of gravy melting on your tongue. Jimin raises an eyebrow, watching you chew.

“It’s good,” you say reluctantly, feeling your aggravation slowly calm down as Jimin smiles serenely.

It’s only then that you realise how long it has been since you last ate. After leaving early, all you did was searching the internet for various HR policies, doctor-patient confidentiality laws, and even job sites. A wave of fatigue washes over you as you slowly sink into a chair, feeling lightheaded.

“You need to eat,” Jimin says again, plating up the stew in a bowl and serving rice to go with it. “You’re going to worry yourself sick at this rate.”

He sits down opposite you, hair ruffled from the long day at work, and top buttons on his white dress shirt undone. His glasses are perched on his nose, and they fog up adorably when he leans forward to take a whiff of the stew. He picks up his spoon, looking up at you with an expectant gaze, and you follow suit.

Satisfied, Jimin begins to dig in ravenously, but all you can do is watch. Your shoulders feel heavy, the nausea is back again, and the last thing you want to do is eat.

“Jimin… I can’t,” you say, setting your spoon down. But your voice is no longer angry. “I can’t stop thinking, what’s going to happen now? Am I going to lose my job? Will they sue me? I can’t- I can’t afford to lose this job, the economy is really bad now, and- “

The anxiety has you at a breaking point, and you are nearly in tears.

“Just look at me, okay?” Jimin abandons his food in favour of holding your hand. “Nothing is for sure yet. We don’t know anything. And until we hear from them, there’s no point in thinking about it. Worrying about it now means that you suffer twice. And no matter what, I’ll be by your side. Okay?”

When you don’t say anything, it prompts Jimin to get out of his seat and get on his knees beside your chair, turning you around to face him. When he sees that his words aren’t getting through to you at all, he scrambles around for something else to say. Anything that would make things better.

“What can I do? What do you need?” Jimin can only see your pain as you close your eyes, trying in vain not to cry, again. “Tell me what I need to do to make things better.”

For a moment, you can’t think of anything. But amidst all the racing possibilities of you losing your job, getting sued, and possibly never finding another job again, you just want one thing.

“I just want to stop thinking. All these what ifs… I just want them to go away,” your vision becomes blurry with tears.

“I can do that,” Jimin stands and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. He pauses for a moment so that you can see how plush his lips look, the way his lidded eyes are focused only on you, before all you know is the feeling of his lips on yours. “Just focus on me.”

He breaks the kiss a little sooner than you would have liked, only to kiss your forehead, and you stretch out your arms to him. You cling to him like a koala as he continues to kiss down your neck, swirling his tongue against your skin and wetting it with his saliva, sucking bruises into your skin as he does so. He blindly walks the two of you into the bedroom, setting you down gently before he continues to kiss down your body, pushing your shirt up so that he can see your bare breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, always so pretty for me,” he says as he cups both breasts in his hands, flicking at your nipples. This elicits a whine from you. “I love how you’re so sensitive when I play with your nipples just like this. Even better when I suckle on them.”

He wraps his plump lips around your right nipple and starts to suck, and it feels as if you’ve never had another man treat your breasts with such reverence before. Park Jimin is suckling from you as if it’s the last meal he’ll ever get, switching sides to ensure that both breasts receive equal attention.

“And I love this waist, just the perfect size for me to wrap my arms around,” Jimin drags his tongue down to your belly button, kissing and sucking your skin. “Even better to hold on to when I fuck your pretty little pussy.”

“Jimin, I-“

“I’m getting there, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you.” He smiles against your skin as he kisses lower and lower, till he is at the hem of your shorts. He pulls it down in one motion, and your thighs fall open almost immediately, desperate for his attention.

“I love the sounds you make when I eat you out. How are you this wet when I haven’t even touched you here yet?” Jimin makes it a point to let you know just how wet you are by sliding two fingers through your core, then pulling them apart to show you the strings between his two fingers. “You want me to eat your pussy?”

“Yes, fuck, I want you to eat me out,” your thighs are quivering in his grasp, and he needs no further prompting.

He starts with a flat lick against your clit, feeling you gasp and sob above him. Then he dips down for a taste of your core, alternating between licking and sucking to make sure he gets every drop of your sweetness. Two fingers spread your lips to open you up even more for him.

“That’s it, baby, look at me. Just focus on me,” he directs your attention to him, holding eye contact as he starts to eat you out again, plump lips against your pussy as he devours every inch of you. The tension in your belly heightens, and it’s all you can do to keep your eyes on him. It’s sinful to watch him eating you out like this, between your legs like a man starved. The only thoughts in your mind right now are of Park Jimin, and nothing else.

“I’m so close, please,” you plead with him. “Fingers. I need you to-“

“Shhh, I got you,” Jimin switches his attention on your clit while he buries two fingers in your cunt, and the burn feels good. “Shit, that’s tight, baby. How are you gonna take my cock?”

“Make it fit,” you widen your thighs and grind on his fingers, almost riding his tongue in the process.

“You bet I will,” he says with a dark look that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and then the rest of his efforts are dedicated to sending you over the edge. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers expertly reaching your sweet spot effectively snaps the knot in your lower belly, and you clench around him with a moan, hips rising off the bed.

Jimin does not let up on your clit, he helps you to ride out your orgasm as you pant and gasp, until your legs feel boneless and the aftershocks are making them twitch.

“There we go, it’s okay… you did so well,” Jimin withdraws his fingers and sucks on them, stroking your inner thigh with his other hand. “You always look pretty when you cum.”

You close your thighs for a moment to catch your breath, feeling his soothing touch still reminding you that he’s always by your side. You know that you are far from satisfied, though, and a few seconds later, you open your eyes and sit up, glancing at the tell-tale bulge in his pants.

“Can I ride you?” You ask directly, and if Jimin is taken aback, he doesn’t show it.

“Shit, it would be my pleasure,” Jimin is all too glad to push his dress pants down, lying down with his thick thighs spread. With your help, he gets rid of his boxer briefs, and you immediately seize his cock, pumping it a few times and feeling your mouth water. When you lower your mouth towards it, he reprimands you with a tap on your ass.

“What did you ask for?” He raises an eyebrow, and though you are dying to taste him on your tongue, you can tell that he is one of his dominant moods, and it would be best not to cross him right now. “I want to see you bouncing on my cock. Now.”

You line him up with your entrance, feeling his precum make things even wetter than they already are. Jimin has his hands on your hips, not being able to resist grabbing handfuls of your ass as you lower yourself down on him. He enjoys the cute little grimace you always make when he enters you for the first time, always needing a while to get used to his girth no matter how many times you fuck.

He mostly lets you set the pace but applies a subtle pressure with his hands to guide you down on his cock. Once you reach the base, he rewards you with a kiss to the forehead before lying back down again.

“Shit, you take my cock so fucking well,” he says with pride, leaning back as he watches you start to grind your hips. Your pace gets faster very quickly, and soon you are bouncing on him sinfully, giving him the front row seat of his life.

Your cheeks are flushed, breasts bouncing as you fuck yourself on him, desperate little whines escaping your throat as you try to get him as deep as possible.

“Tell me how much you love my cock,” he demands, hands around your waist to guide your movements.

“I- I fucking love it,” you say immediately, knowing all too well his need for validation. “I love your cock so much- it feels so fucking good. Oh god, fuck, I can’t-“

“Just keep riding, baby, you can do it,” Jimin starts to thrust up into you at the same time, sensing your dipping energy levels. “My baby always does so well on my cock.”

But the previous orgasm has sucked everything out of you. You can feel it so close, but yet so far at the same time. You need this release so badly, but it’s just not enough.

“Look at me, eyes on me baby,” Jimin commands your attention, making you open your eyes as he sits up, his hand on your chin. “Just focus on me. I got you, I promise.”

And you know he’s not just referring to this moment alone.

He flips the both of you over, your hands are pinned to the bed by your head as he maintains eye contact with you, taking over and fucking into your pussy with incredible stamina and speed. He brings both of your hands above your head and secures them down with one hand, and the other slides down to rub your clit.

You can feel every inch of his cock as he pounds you into the mattress, so deep that it feels like it might even hit your womb. Jimin draws back a little so that he can wrap his hands tenderly around your waist, subconsciously stroking your lower belly gently as he fucks into you. Your legs are wrapped tight around his waist because you don’t ever want this to stop. Letting go of all control, surrendering every thought, every worry to him so that he can take care of you like this, that’s what makes everything better.

“Can you cum for me? Wanna feel you, one more time,” his voice his soft now, any edge of dominance gone now as he pushes your legs back. “Cum around me before I fill your sweet pussy.”

“Yes, please, I want you to cum inside,” you wrap your arms around him, wanting to please him so badly. His fingers on your clit are pinching and stroking as he fucks deep into your cunt, and with a shout, you are spasming around him, ecstasy singing through your veins as you let the feeling of his cock filling you full of his cum wash away any other thoughts. The feeling of his cock pulsing as your walls become sticky and warm, his gentle thrusts as he milks his orgasm for all its worth, till the last spurt of cum deep inside your pussy where it belongs.

“Oh shit, that’s my baby, taking all my cum like a good girl,” Jimin kisses your forehead fondly, pulling out of you carefully to admire his handiwork. You would tease him for his cum obsession, except that it’s grown on you too. Spreading your lips with two fingers, you clench your muscles to push out his cum, and you can feel it slowly dripping down to your entrance, until it seeps out in a thick stream.

“Fuck, looks good enough to eat,” Jimin licks his lips as he glances at you, before diving down to catch the cum on his tongue before it can hit the bedsheets under you. And he cleans your sore and swollen pussy up gently, lapping his own cum with every lick.

“Jimin…” your whine makes him stop, giving you a final kiss on the inside of your thigh. “Come to bed. I’m tired.”

Jimin can get carried away sometimes, especially when it comes to eating you out, or tasting himself on you. But at your reminder, he leaves his position between your legs and snuggles beside you, giving a cute little grin before he claps twice, and then the lights are out.

And you sink into the best sleep you’ve had in ages.

But good things never last, and when you next wake up, the bed is cold and empty.

Jimin must have left for work already. A single glance at the clock tells you that it is past 10am, and you sit up slowly, feeling the ache from last night. The bed is cold, the room is empty as you make the lonely tread to the bathroom. But a last-minute wave of nausea quickens your steps, and soon you are kneeling at the porcelain altar.

When you finish, wiping the back of your mouth with your hand, you are lightheaded and can barely think. Everything feels like a blur, but you didn’t even drink last night, haven’t been since you and Jimin agreed that you would let fate take its course when it comes to putting a bun in your oven.

The very thought of it makes you retch again. It’s the entire reason why you’re home and not at work in the first place, and you can’t stop feeling like a fucking fool about all this. Flushing the toilet, you force yourself onto your feet, make some attempt at washing up.

The doorbell rings, and the unprecedented visitor catches you off-guard. But it’s just the delivery man with a hefty package, and he when he sees your sick complexion and raccoon eyes, he offers to come inside and set it down on your kitchen counter.

When he leaves, you tear the box open, curious because you don’t remember ordering anything from Amazon. God, you really hope this isn’t the result of one of your drunken online shopping sessions. If you’re about to lose your job, you really don’t need another hefty bill on your shoulders.

But it’s not anything from Amazon. It’s Granny’s side dishes, from the delicious cucumber kimchi you fell in love with during your visit, to the savoury japchae that makes your mouth water as soon as you smell the sesame fragrance. There’s even a note with instructions telling you how to store everything and how to heat it up when you want to eat it.

You don’t deserve this. Don’t deserve Granny’s kindness, when all you’re doing is just scamming her and giving her the false hope of a grandchild. Tears are brimming, and you push the box away, unable to deal with your lies at this moment.

You head to your desk and sit down.

Because you can’t stop yourself, you click on your email- both personal and work. The first thing you see in your work email makes your nausea threaten to blur your vision.

From: Kim Namjoon (HR)

Cc: All Departments

NOTICE FOR IMMEDIATE DISMISSAL

Dear ______,

I am writing with regard to your disciplinary action regarding your act of fraud. After much discussion, we have decided that the transgression you have committed against this company have been deemed unforgivable. As a result, we have no choice but to request your immediate dismissal.

As for your one-month notice, we have decided that the monetary cost that your fraud has incurred has surpassed any compensation that you might be entitled to.

Your termination is effective immediately.

We thank you for your service thus far.

Best regards,

Kim Namjoon

That piece of-

He cc’ed the entire company. Even though he very clearly said you could work something out with them. It was a lie all along, he never had the intention of this being a win-win arrangement. You stare at the last line of the email with growing derisiveness. Thank you for your service? What kind of bullshit-

The nausea rises up in your throat again, and you have to run to make it to the bathroom. It’s not a nice feeling to be dry heaving when you have absolutely nothing in your system, but the whole act of it takes more out of you than you realised. This is it. This is your lowest point; nothing could ever surpass it.

Your phone is ringing somewhere in your bedroom, and right now the distance between the bathroom and your bed seems insurmountable. It’s probably Jimin. God, how badly you want this to be him, so you drag yourself on all fours until your hands are scrabbling in the mess of blankets to find your phone.

But when you pick up, it’s not Jimin’s honeyed voice that greets you. It’s a cold, sterile, clinical one.

“Ms _______?”

Thrown off guard, you confirm your identity to the stranger. Your heart leaps in your chest as you think that it might be someone from the company, calling to tell you that there’s been a mistake.

It’s due time for a lucky break in your life, right?

But no chance.

“I’m calling with your blood test results from the mobile health clinic about a week or so ago.”

The health check-up that effectively ended your life? Alright.

“Um, okay. What about it?”

“Miss, did you know that you are currently pregnant?”

The world screeches to a stop. But the train of bad news crashes on.

“You indicated on your form that you weren’t pregnant. But your blood test results indicate that you are about two, nearly three weeks along now. Is this a concern that you might need to come in for?”

The white of the tiles in your bedroom suddenly look too bright. The room is spinning, and everything is moving too fast for you to catch up.

“Hello? Miss? Are you still there?”

The ringing tone of another incoming call interrupts her, and Jimin’s picture lights up on your screen.

“I… I have to go.” You press the end call button before staring at Jimin’s bright, happy smile on your phone.

The irony of the situation is the story of your life. It’s just a little too late. It’s always a little too late.

"He-hello? Jimin?”

“Baby! Are you okay? You didn’t pick up, and I was worried-”

You can’t sit here at your desk anymore, with the email just mocking you, the reminder of your fraud hanging in the balance. So you press the phone to your ear and get up, pacing to the kitchen. But then you see Granny’s side dishes waiting on the table, and you feel even sicker.

“How bad is it right now?” You get straight to the point.

Judging from the way he stutters, you know he is trying to scrape together a lie. And then it suddenly hits you. You involved him in this mess, and all this while you’ve only been thinking about yourself. While you were busy freaking out yesterday and needing him to calm you down, you neglected to be there for him at all. You didn’t even think if HR would have their own consequences for him.

Because you swear if Kim Namjoon touches a hair on Park Jimin’s head, you’ll kill him.

He is saying something about some announcement made this morning that didn’t mention you specifically. You stop him before he can sweat any further about how to soften the blow.

“Jimin, listen to me. Did they- did they do anything to you?”

“Me?” Jimin sounds taken aback for a moment. “Why would they-? No! I’m fine. Listen, baby. I thought of a way you can get out of this. We’ll just tell them it was a miscarriage. That’ll explain why you’re not pregnant, but you technically were before, so it’s not a lie, and-”

Even in times like this, all Park Jimin can think about is you. He is selfless, and you don’t deserve him either. He sounds so hopeful about this, as if he believes it will really work. But most of all, you are reminded of how happy he looked that night at his parent’s house, when you and him decided that you would commit to having a baby together. How happy he would be if he knew that you were really...

“-or if you want me to say it for you, I will. I’ll just set up a meeting with Kim Namjoon, and you don’t even have to come in. I just wanted to run this by you first, and-“

“No!” The knee jerk response results in you yelling over the phone. You can’t let him drag himself further into your mess any longer, you refuse to implicate him any further. But your desperation makes your voice come out harsher than you intended to, and the words just slip out. “Jimin- just… stay out of my shit, alright? You’ve done enough. I need to handle this alone.”

There is a stunned silence over the end of the line. “We need to… we need to end this. This whole relationship is a fraud, anyway, now everyone knows and… you better go. Before they find out you’re talking to me.” You wince even as you say the words, knowing that they are not in the slightest bit true. But you need to do this, you need to separate yourself from him before the selflessness of his heart gets him into trouble trying to clean up a mess that isn’t even his.

“I… yeah. I think I should go too.” His voice is nothing like the soft, warm kindness that you have come to associate with Park Jimin. It is cold, formal and it feels like ice shoots straight through your heart as you listen to him say the next words. “Uh, good luck with everything, then.”

And then the line goes dead.

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