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hyun0o · 9 months ago

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Competition For You

[G!P Step-sis Yu Jimin & Kim Minjeong x Fem! Reader]

(OMEGA VERSE)

Summary: Your alpha step sisters that were crushing on you ever since the day you've met, are getting too hard from your pheromones in heat, so they decided they'd finally fuck you out of your senses to solve all of your problems ;)

WC: 3k words

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6:01 PM

"Want us to help?"

Never in the past 9 months would you ever expect your two older step-sisters; Jimin and Minjeong who are Alphas, to ever say those words when you're in heat, all helpless in bed with trembling legs under the duvet covers. Was your scent that strong to the point where they could smell it from outside your room? What if they got a rut because of you? The guilt ate you up like a virus, and the hot tingling feeling inside of every part of your body wasn't helping you one bit.

All of this started 9 months ago, your mother remarried to a new wealthy man, wanting a new life from the troubles in her past marriage, but with the new man; there was his two daughters. The taller one that seemed to be older than you, her black jet hair was down on her shoulders to her back, her cold eyes softening while looking at you with a subtle surprised expression. While the shorter one with shoulder length hair checked you out, eyes going up and down with an amused expression. You felt slightly embarrassed, they were rich and hot!? Fuck you felt like you didn't belong, especially since the two sisters were clearly full blooded alphas, you could smell their strong furious scent a mile away. They didn't want to come and have a stupid family meeting but their thoughts immediately changed as they saw you for the first time. The newly married couple smiled in excitement, wanting for their daughters to get along like they always hoped. Your step-father cleared his throat and introduced his daughters to you.

"Y/n, these are my daughters, Jimin and Minjeong. They're a little older than you but I'm sure you three will get along!" He said to you with a large smile, tone evidently happy and excited. You simply nodded while looking down, avoiding eye contact as you were still feeling anxious from the intense stares by your step sisters. The tall man noticed and coughed, changing his tone. "Girls, this is Y/n, I'm hoping for you oldest to treat her with hospitality and kindness." His face looking serious, like hinting that they shouldn't mess with his 'warning' like statement. They hummed in unison, their eyes not leaving you. Your mom just bowed at the two young girls and tapped the mans shoulders, signaling for him and her to leave and let you three get to know each other more freely. So with that, the two left the large living room, the thick tension deafening your ears.

"Well... hello then step sister. My name is Minjeong, as my father said but you can call me Winter!" She introduced herself with a big smile, her hands on your shoulders for support. Surprise, you nodded flustered from how close she was from you face. 'So if she's Minjeong, the taller girl behind her must be Jimin' you thought to yourself while looking at the feline girl, noticing her eyebrows slightly furrowing at her sister. She came closer to the both of you and placed her hand on Minjeongs shoulder while side eyeing her coldly.

"And that makes me Jimin, you can call me Karina" Her voice deep and shallow, comparing the two, you could already tell who was older from their opposite demeanors. But you kept your mouth shut, assuming something can be deadly. Minjeong scoffed at her and pulled you closer, intertwining her arms around your neck. "How cold rina! Didn't you hear what Dad said? He said treat her with hospitality and kindness!" You wanted to die right then and there, you were sure the blush on your face was visible, almost making you look like a tomato and Minjeongs scent was so strong it started to make your mind go blank. You looked at Jimin, her face filled with annoyance, she noticed your stare and looked back at you, her expression contorting and going soft.

With a sigh she apologized and held your hand, slightly pulling you away from Minjeong. "Sorry for my rudeness, this is just how I greet people. I hope you didn't take it the wrong way." This time, Minjeong was the one who's pissed, she rolled her eyes and gently pulled you back. "Hm, I didn't know you were capable of apologies, is our new little sister an exception or do you just not want to look bad?" She asked with a sly grin, intentions clear that she wants to make Jimin look like a horrible person. You heard a low growl from the taller girl, coming closer to Minjeong with a sharp glare.

With that the competition of winning you over started the day they saw you. From the small things of quick physical touch, flirtatious remarks trying to seduce you, and strong stares when you're wearing something that's semi revealing or just hugging your curves. For them, your curves were perfect, how could they not stare? And of course, some days your two older step-sisters would race each other on asking you if they could sleep in your room, for some stupid reasons and which would lead to them glaring at each other and basically throwing insults until you tell them that they both can sleep with you for the night. The only rule was no snoring and funny business while you were asleep, you cherished your rest and you don't like getting waked up in the middle of the night. This was their chance to snuggle on to you and smell your precious scent, stating that they feel cold even though the duvet covers are warm and thick protecting them to any freezing temperatures.

You just let them do whatever they want with you, you can't just forget that they're still older than you and you still want to please them. As time went on Jimin decided to cut her hair to a short wolf cut, you thought that she was just feeling bored of her long hair but the truth is she over heard you in your room talking to your friends, stating that you find short hair on girls are attractive. She's that down bad for you. While Minjeong decided to grow her hair out, wanting for you to braid your hair into each others since you mother said that you loved doing that in the past. If simps were people, these two were its embodiment.

Now back to the present where you are currently going insane, not knowing what to do while your mind was spinning and going in and out of reality. Warm tears started to form in your eyes as you felt pressure, you loved them but you were just too scared! Whimpers were heard outside the room, making the two older girls worry, they agreed and decided to finally help you and maybe confess their love to you. As if it wasn't already obvious.

"Y/n... We're coming in, we don't want you to keep hurting." Jimin said as she unlocked the door, a gust of pheromones hitting them making their troubles in their boxers get worse. You lie on your bed trembling while clutching on to the fabrics if the sheets, trying to hold on to something.

"aw poor baby" Minjeong cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed pulling your body up gently wanting to kiss you, she held back, feeling scared that you'll reject it. Your tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling so vulnerable and guilty, you hated stealing their attention, you never felt worthy of their worry. Jimin went behind you and hugged you waist, going down on the crook of your neck and inhaled aggressively, hands trying not to give in to the temptation of touching and embracing your beautiful body.

"Baby... You shouldn't be so shy about these types of things. Please let us help you" She whispered all so softly to your sensitive ears, your pussy clenched in nothing as her deep voice made you even more needy. Whining as the tears kept rolling down your soft cheeks, Minjeong immediately kissed them dry as her knee got in between your shaking legs, making you feel some friction. You moaned out so lewdly, they both cursed under their breath with their cocks wanting to get inside of you and just fuck you until they're dry. "Unnie please... mhm" Without even realizing it, you started to spread your legs for Minjeong, feeling so hopelessly weak with your heart and body basically screaming for the touch of your older sisters. Minjeong and Jimins head perked up with excitement of you finally opening up, Jimins hands slowly roamed around your body while trying to rub her rock hard cock on your back hoping to get some tension. She cupped you beautiful breast with her other hand on your wet pussy, fingers gently circling on your clit. Fuck she couldn't wait anymore, she wanted to feel you and hear you scream her name.

Minjeong kissed your cheeks and slowly went down to your neck, feeling so happy that she can touch you like she have always wanted! "Oh god... I've wanted to kiss you and cherish you my princess, let us help you okay?" You moaned and shook your head in agreement, the two older girls started to undress you, night gown getting thrown out to the floor, you weren't wearing a bra and so they got to kiss your wonderful breasts with full passion like they've always wanted. They were basically eating every part of your body!! Being so excited and sometimes rough with you, they needed you so bad.

You completely gave into Jimins hold and pulled Minjeong closer to you, their warmth wrapping around your body. "Please touch me unnie, I need you both" A switch flicked in their head, with those simple words, they immediately went into breeding mode. Jimin nipped on your neck while roughly kneading your breasts with urgency, like this was the last time she'd be able to feel you. But you won't let that happen to your precious unnies. "Hm... You smell so good baby... You always do" Jimin complimented, moaning at her praise you called out to her, meeting her sharp gaze in a trance and kisses her passionately, placing your hand on the back of her neck. Minjeong however focused on your wet pussy, spreading your legs wider and going down on your throbbing cunt, she inhaled your addicting scent making you moan loud in Jimins mouth. "So fucking good fuck..." Minjeong growled, impatiently taking your panties off and ate your slippery cunt like there was no tomorrow. With your two unnies giving your sensitive body attention while the sun was setting, it was magical setting. Jimin kept praising you, whispering how good you were taking Minjeong, how cute you were when you were getting pleasured, and asking you questions that will lead to you answering in a soft whine, all while her finger tips wers drawing on your smooth stomach and other hand still on your soft breasts.

"My baby sister, do you like getting fucked like this? Do you want Rina-unnies cock?" She cooed, her mischievous smirk showed how much she enjoyed watching you getting fucked. Your mouth trembled, this was all so new to you, you'd just normally take pills to get through your heat but your mom forgot to buy you new ones for this month and so you only got informed during your heat. "Y-yes...yes I want u-unnies co- A-ah!" You tried to answer but failed due to Minjeongs wonderful tongue entering inside your tight hole, her eyes fixated on you. Your taste was making her go wild, you were far too much addicting! With the overwhelming pleasure coming to you, your legs tighten around Minjeongs head hoping to get some kind of support. But with the puppy like girls needs in tasting all of you and making you cum for her hard, she placed her hands on your inner thighs and pushed them on the bed leaving her more space for your sensitive pussy. She thrusted her tongue in and out of you while Jimin circled her fingers on your clit making you jolt.

"Unnie!- ah please... I'm close!" You screamed as your stomach started to bubble up in pleasure, you arched your back getting ready to cum, Jimin made you face her and roughly kiss you, moaning into her mouth while her tongue fought with yours. Minjeong was determined to make you cum, she went faster, and so did Jimin. Finally having the chance to release, you came hard with strings of moans and whines following, body shaking with your hips bucking onto winters mouth. Minjeong sat up kissed you deeply, passion in her tongue to make you taste yourself "Good job baby, mind to have one more, just for me?" Jimin kissed your ears and waited for your answer with loving eyes. You can't help but submit to them, your pussy was clenching on nothing and the need of getting filled up by your step-sisters just fueled the fire inside of you.

"Y-yes unnie" You whispered, their cocks were suffocating in their pants. Seeing and hearing you break from such orgasm left their member impatient. Switching their positions, Jimin positioned herself in between your legs and brought her huge cock out, smirking at the cute sight of you with tears and a hint of blush on your beautiful face. Minjeong made you go on all fours, facing her with her cock leaking with pre cum inches close to your face. You basically drooled at the wonderful sight, panting, you sticked your tongue out wanting to taste Minjeongs large dick. She chuckled with a pleased smile,

"Cutie baby, are you excited? You don't know how long we've waited for this moment!" Minjeong said, bawling your hair up and slowly inching you forward to her cock, you licked her cute tip, moaning at her taste. While Jimin placed her hand on your back as the other to your hip, getting ready to ram into you, "Hm... We ached for you Y/n, days on days fucking ourselves with the thought of you being all ours" Jimin entered your dripping wet cunt, slowly stretching you out. Her cock felt so good in you! You could basically feel her veins throbbing in your pussy. She thrusted slow but so hard, emphasizing on the skin on skin lewd sound with your gagged moan as Minjeong rammed her cock into the back of your throat. The two older sisters were too impatient to feel you!

With their incredible rhythm, the two of them fucked both of your holes while moaning and cursing, as their wish finally came true, Jimin went closer to your back and kissed the back of your neck, trailing up to your sensitive ear, "S-so fucking good baby... Fuck I want to impregnate you so bad..." The older girl growled while fastening her thrusting pace, your g-spot getting abused hard while Minjeong is basically using you as a flesh light not letting you breath properly. "Hm... Our baby sister is so cute taking the both of us so good, I think she deserves our w-wonderful seed in her holes right Jiminnie?" Minjeong stuttered with the feeling of your mouth was making her brain go insane, coming close to her release. Jimin chuckled as she gripped your hips harder, sitting up and fucking you with hard and fast thrusts making you choke with your saliva drooling on the sides of your mouth. "Fuck... Fuck.. fuck!!" Jimin grunted as she was also close, determined to fill you up with her warm and thick cum. While Minjeongs hips started to quicken her pace as she closed her eyes, throwing her head back while moaning your name over and over again.

Tears fell on your soft and puffy cheeks, you were so close, you wanted the feeling of your step sisters cum in you over and over again! But the feeling was all too much for the three of you, Jimin growled and finally came in your pussy as Minjeong fed her cum to you and pulled out, her semen going directly on your face and on to your breasts. The sight of you were too much! They couldn't get enough of you, immediately after that euphoric sex they wen on with different positions with you, making you wonder how much of a high sex drive and stamina they have!

As Minjeong marked your smooth neck, she growled as she was finally feeling your wonderful tight pussy. Jimin making out with you while you gave her a handjob, running out of breath you pulled away. She can't help but blush at your cute face, doe eyes glistening with tears with your rosey lips slightly apart, both of your tits making contact as Minjeong was fucking you from behind.

"U-unnie I'm close!" You screamed, the familiar feeling in your stomach forming, Minjeongs thrusts changed as her pace was felt with urgency to make you come. "Good girl, cum baby. Make us proud" The raven girl said as she kissed your nose, with one last thrust you and Minjeong shivered in pleasure, your juices squirted as she completely came inside you, while you felt warm cum running down on your hand, Jimin came as well, with soft moans and trembling hip making you stop from stroking her thick cock, Minjeong is still in you, being a plug for her and Jimins cum inside of your cunt. Somehow it made you feel a sense of comfort.

Jimin showered you with kisses, praising you while Minjeong licked your ear and whispered thank you's for making her cum so good. You felt warm with their embrace! Happy tears forming in your eyes, you tried to hide them by hiding in the crook of Jimins neck but the two of them immediately notices and asks what's the matter.

"Were we too rough baby?"

"Are your hurting? Tell us my love"

Their concern made you feel so loved, shaking your head, you both smiled at them and stopped hiding,

"I felt nothing but happiness and pleasure, thank you for helping me unnies, I love you so much" You confessed with the tears flowing down, their eyes widened as they smiled so wide, they've been waiting for those words for months!!

"We love you too Y/n" They both said in unison kissing your cheeks and marking your nape. With your two older step sisters comfort you felt happy and safe, hoping for the three of you to make more memories together <3

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"Mhm... Baby can you take us both inside of you?"

Maybe a little too soon for new memories (–=–'')

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This took me too long!! Sorry for no updates guys it's been a hell of a month lol, but now I can finish up requests! I'm also planning to publish another poly smut, I hope you guys can wait!!

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ambivertedme · 2 months ago

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Ah, I suddenly wanted to write this, although I’ve always been thinking about writing about GCF in Tokyo. What better occasion than its anniversary? Let's go...

I take immense pride in being a JiKooker. They warm my heart, soothe my soul, and somehow restore my faith in love.

This ain't your Jimin, this ain't my Jimin—this is Jungkook's Jimin. "GCF in Tokyo" is everything you'd ever want to understand about how Jungkook sees or feels about Jimin. It's one of the most authentic versions of Jimin I've ever seen: goofy, beautiful, adorable, with a smile that could light up galaxies far away. But who was that smile for? Me? You? No—it was for Jungkook, and only Jungkook. The love they have for each other feels like it could spill out of the screen. It makes my heart feel so soft.

In previous radio interviews, you'll often hear Jimin mentioning how he wants to go on trips with Jungkook. Jungkook would stay quiet in those moments, just smiling, only to plan such a beautiful trip for Jimin in the following years. That baby was always listening to what Jimin wanted, and boy, did he surpass all expectations. He did it with utmost charm.

There's something so classy and attractive about Jungkook—he doesn't care about being judged by random strangers. Don't you think he knew how love and hate would come hand in hand if he made something like a confession in this video? He knew it, but he just doesn't care, and that makes him so magnetic and irresistible. I could gush about Jungkook all day, about GCF in Tokyo, and about Jimin too.

JiKook and Japan goes way back. its something which belongs to 2 of them.

You can see Jimin shrugging at the camera because he didn’t realize why JK was making a video. And that’s why it makes me feel so much in my heart—it shows that Jimin wasn’t aware of the GCF in Tokyo video, and that just adds to the sweetness of it all.

Anyways, it’s the anniversary of GCF in Tokyo (featuring Jimin 😂). This will never not make me laugh—it's more GCF of Jimin (featuring Tokyo). Where's the Tokyo, JK???"

As I mentioned in my earlier post, I could write and write about JiKook, but I still wouldn’t be able to fully express what they are and how they make me feel. So, I’ll just shut up now.

Have a great day, people 💜

Don't forget to watch GCF in Tokyo

https://youtu.be/XrTNLkqGrlc?si=CmNtykhPSHJ6-xvM

Will always search for Tokyo in this video😂💜

#jikook #gcf in tokyo #jimin #jungkook #tokyo #japan #love

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btsugarush · 2 years ago

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GANGSTA | myg - 002

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

word count: 3K

author’s note: sorry if you asked to be on the taglist and didn’t make it. i’ve reached over 50 and couldn’t add anymore people. i’ll add more of you in the comments.

“I’m glad you’re okay after all of that,” Jungkook says on the other end of your phone; you had just spilled about the chaotic situation at Makoto as it was still weighing heavily on your mind. You couldn’t shake what Jimin had said about that Yoongi guy killing someone, though it could have just been a rumor. If he had actually taken someone’s life there would be no way they would allow him to walk the streets. He’d be too much of a flight risk.

“You should really be careful in the future. I know you like to stand up for people that can’t stand up for themselves, but Yoongi is bad news. There’s no telling what he would’ve done to you on the wrong day.”

“So you know him too?” You quiz. It seemed as though everyone knew who this guy was besides you. Maybe you don’t get out enough. Or maybe you were just good at staying away from trouble– until this afternoon at least. “I know of him, but not personally. He came to the shop once like five months ago with the same tall guy you were talking about. He told my coworker Si-Woo to step outside, and the next thing you know he's pistol-whipping him nearly to death. Rumor around the shop was that Si-Woo sold drugs for Yoongi, and owed him a lot of money.”

“Really?” Your mouth drops in shock. “What did Si-Woo say about it?”

“He never talked about it, ended up quitting the next day, and told us ‘not to get the police involved because it wouldn’t be of any help and it was all just a misunderstanding’.” He quoted. “Well, three days later Si-Woo’s body was found hacked to pieces and stuffed in a suitcase behind an alley on Gongdan lane.”

You heard about that case on the news some time ago, but had no clue that Jungkook knew the victim on an intimate level. It honestly made you shiver a bit. Imagine being the one to discover the body, and how gruesome the sight must have been. Stuff like that was common in slum areas though. Crime was especially high in Gongdan lane of all places, which is why you made sure to never venture in that area. “You think Yoongi had something to do with his murder?”

Jungkook scoffed. “The guy was viciously pistol-whipping him three days before his body was identified. I know he had something to do with it, but none of us were willing to risk going to the cops, so we just moved on like it didn’t happen.” Jungkook pauses for a moment before he speaks again. “You know… sometimes I think that maybe we could’ve saved his life if we did report the incident. Sometimes I still look at his station and feel like he’s there, tattooing.” He sighs heavily, like it was a great weight lifted from his shoulders to even tell you.

“You did what you felt was necessary. As fucked up as it may seem, you had to think about what was best for you.” You try your best to comfort him as he seemed to hold on to a lot of guilt regarding Si-Woo’s death, and reminiscing didn’t help. To have the man who could have potentially murdered your friend roaming free to terrorize all of Daegu couldn’t be a great feeling. You felt for him.

“I know. It’s just fucked to know he went through such a fucked up death. I don’t even want to imagine how scared he must’ve been,” you could hear clanking on the other end, as though he was biting down on his lip piercing. “I don’t even like the thought of knowing you tangled with them. He seems the type to hold grudges, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I’d lose my shit and go after him myself.”

You smile softly. “And I just know you’d kick his ass, my tough Kookie.” You both laugh at the nickname, which is one of many you had with the word ‘cookie’ in it. You could be so cheesy sometimes, but Jungkook loved everything about it. “You don’t have to worry though, apparently he likes me so maybe I’m in the clear?” You say unsuringly, still not understanding what he meant by it. It was very abrupt and cryptic. “Well whatever he meant, he’s out of luck because you’re spoken for.”

“As if he’d ever had a chance to begin with, I don’t think I’d mesh well with a criminal,” You chuckled. “I’m more into sweet, sensitive guys with tattoos and piercings.”

“Yeah? I think I know someone like that.” You could tell that he’s cheesing on the other end, which made you cheese. Everything always felt so natural with Jungkook. Him being your best friend in high school really played hand in hand with that. He was no different from a lover than he was a best friend. You two were absolutely the same and you loved it.

“You should probably get some sleep now, Angel. You don’t want to go to work exhausted, and I don’t wanna be blamed for you oversleeping again.” You simply roll your eyes in a playful manner, but agree nonetheless. You couldn’t chance being up so late, Mr. Kim was very strict about being on time.

“I guess you’re right,” you pout. “Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow when I get off work.”

“Okay, Angel. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kookie cake.” You pull your phone from your ear, ending the call before you get up from your bed to switch off your bedroom lights. You crawl back onto the mattress, pulling your blanket over your body. Picking your phone back up again, you swipe through your apps until you locate the clock app. You set your alarm to wake you up at 12:00 PM on the dot. Just as you were about to place your phone down on your nightstand, something overcame you and you got the urge to search Yoongi’s name on Google.

When you type in his name, you are shocked to see so many results come up effortlessly. Several different mugshots from several different instances, all dating from when he was a teenager to one that seemed recent. You click on the one that looks most recent, letting it redirect you to the Daegu booking website.

Name: Min Yoongi

Age: 30

BOOKING DETAIL

Status: Released

Building: Public Safety Building

Area: Maledorm

Booking number: 575857

Booking date: 3/26/2023 11:56:00 pm

ARRESTS

Arrest number: 680071205

Arrest date: 3/26/2023 10:06:00 pm

Arresting agency: Daegu Police Department

Agency case number: 25-18056

ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON

ATTEMPTED FIRST-DEGREE MURDER

POSSESSION WITH INTENT TO SELL

You read over the arrests in shock, completely dumbfounded by how a man of his caliber could be released from jail and not behind bars rotting for the rest of his life. He practically lived in jail anyway, why not just keep him there? You eye his mugshot, his intense stare giving you the chills. You didn’t need to wonder how the officer taking the photo must’ve felt considering you too have felt those daggers looking into the depths of your soul.

You pull your sight away from the photo, swiping away the page. You didn’t want to spend any more time on Yoongi. What happened at Makoto is behind you now. You just wanted to forget about the situation, and never run into Yoongi– or Joon for that matter, again. You plug your phone to your charger, sitting the device on your nightstand before you drift off to sleep.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Mr. Kim looks surprised as you step into the kitchen, taking an apron from the hook on the wall. “Why wouldn’t I show up?” You quirk a brow, tying the black fabric around your waist. “Because I thought you would’ve been too scared to show your face after going toe to toe with the devil’s minions the other day.”

You click your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You couldn’t believe people were still on that. Just as you walked in you overheard a customer whispering ‘she’s still alive?’ to her friend. It’s absurd at this point. “I think everyone is blowing what happened yesterday way out of proportion.” You shake your head, grabbing a notepad and pen from the pencil holder.

“I’d like to say we are, kid, but you got lucky. That Yoongi is no joke to be played with. The guy is a menace. Some people say the only reason he’s not in jail is because he has affiliations within the police unit, and I wouldn’t doubt if it’s true. Our system is corrupt.” The older man sighs. ‘Oh great, here he goes with politics and corruption again…’ you thought. You had better get out on the floor before you’re caught in a whirlwind of it.

You leave him to discuss the topic with himself as you step out onto the floor, and start taking customer orders. “Hey, you’re that crazy girl from yesterday.” A man says as you approach his table. You frown, already knowing what he was referring to, so you avoid it at all cost. “What can I get you?” You redirect the conversation.

“Oh! Uhhh,” he picks up the menu from his table, skimming through it. “I’ll have the Jajangmyeon.” He answers quickly. You scribble down his order. “Anything to drink?” You ask. “Ginseng tea, thank you.” He places the menu back on the table. You nod, taking down his drink. “Okay, I’ll be right back with that tea.” You smile kindly before heading back to the kitchen. You rip the orders from the notepad, clipping them to the ticket holder.

“Hey, kid. We’ve got a delivery order for dumplings.” Mr. Kim informs you as you’re preparing tea for the customer. The older gentleman approaches you, the order already made and secured in a brown bag. You take the bag from him, looking at the order ticket attached to it.

As you read over the address on the ticket, your eyes practically bulge out of your skull. ‘2357 Gongdan Lane’. “Um… Mr. Kim, this location is in the slums of Daegu.” You look at him with concern. “I know.” The man simply nods, taking the tickets you set from the holder. “Yeah, well, I can’t go to Gongdan lane. It’s dangerous, especially for me as a woman.”

“Look kid, I’m sorry. If Jimin was here I’d have him go but he doesn’t work on Saturdays and you’re my only worker.”

“Exactly. I’m the only worker, you need me to be at the shop taking orders.” You knew that wasn’t going to go over as it was a slow day, and there were hardly any customers in the shop to begin with. “I can handle the customers and cook the ramen until you get back.”

You couldn’t believe this. Just as you had prided yourself in never stepping foot in Gongdan, here was this old dirty bastard making you go. On top of that, the restaurant didn’t even own a company car for deliveries so you had to ride a bike. You read over the ticket again, noticing that there wasn’t even a name on the order. “There’s no name on the order, this could be a trick that ends with me getting robbed for free food.”

“All this time wasted on talking about it could be used on getting the delivery done. Stop complaining and do what you’re paid to do. The faster you get it done, the faster you can come back.”

You wanted to stomp your foot like a child and continue to protest, but you couldn’t risk your job by not listening so you did the only sensible thing you could do. Your job. You grab a plastic bag, shoving the brown one inside of it before leaving through the back exit in the kitchen. You spot the red delivery bike lying on the ground, and pick it up, looping the plastic bag around the bike handle.

As you mount the bicycle, you pull out your phone to use your GPS. The ride was about 12 minutes away. If you ride fast you could undoubtedly make it at least an 8 minute ride. You kick back the breaks and set off on your journey. During the ride as you make it into the slum area, you could truly see the separation from Sangsu-dong to Gongdan lane. The sidewalks were cracked and unpaved, the buildings looked more rundown, and homeless people laid out in sleeping bags.

You got an uneasy feeling as you noticed a group of men smoking weed on a corner and intensely watching you go by. You probably stood out like a sore thumb, riding through Daegu’s slummiest on a red bike. You swallowed the lump in your throat, keeping your eyes forward as you paid them no mind. As you continue going, you notice the streets become more isolated. Your GPS directs you to turn, which you follow only to come upon a big warehouse that looked abandoned. ‘You’ve arrived’, your GPS says. You furrow your brows, confusion written over your face.

“Stupid thing must’ve sent me to the wrong location.” You grab the bag of dumplings from the bike handle, circling around the warehouse just in case you were mistaken. You find a door on the other end, cameras surrounding it like it was a government building. You inspect the door, seeing that there was a red button of some sort on it.

You scope the perimeter, making sure no one was trying to sneak attack you. The whole thing seemed completely sketchy. You take a deep breath before pressing down on the button, a loud buzz coming from it. You take a step back, waiting for someone to come open the door. You stood there for about two minutes, not wanting to wait around any longer. You knew this was a scam. You should’ve just gone home and pretended like you delivered the food. It would’ve saved you the trouble. As you turn to walk back to the bike, the door suddenly opens with a loud creaking sound.

You direct your attention back to the door, locking eyes with an individual that you dreaded to ever see again. “Oh my god… i-it’s you…” you stutter in shock, seeing Yoongi stand in the doorway with a smirk plastered on his face. “Wonder Woman, we meet again.”

You’re silent, not really saying a word as you feel too stunned to speak. “You got something for me, sweetheart?” His eyes darted to the bag in your hand. You snap from your fearful trance, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Uh… yeah. Here’s your order.” You stretch out your arm to hand him the bag, not wanting to come any closer. The raven reaches forward, his hand brushing yours as he takes the bag from you. You quickly turn away, rushing back over to your bike.

“Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself yesterday.” He says, following behind you. “I already know who you are.” You mumble as you mount the red two wheeler. “Really? You didn’t seem to know who I was yesterday. If you did, you wouldn’t have shot your pretty mouth off like that,”

He grabs the handles of your bike, preventing you from leaving. “You look scared. Guess my reputation precedes me.” He says almost too proudly. “Not in a way that a decent human being should want it to, but I guess decency isn’t what you’re aiming for.” you say slickly, which causes the raven to smile. “There goes that smart mouth again,” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, giving you the same predatory stare from yesterday. “Normally I wouldn’t tolerate anyone getting slick at the mouth with me, but from you it’s kind of a turn on.”

You scowl, ignoring his sexual advance. “Can you let go of my bike? I need to get back to work.”

“How about you let me drive you?” he offers, but you quickly decline. You’d be an idiot to get in the car with a proclaimed murderer. “I’ll take my chances on the bike, thank you.” The raven lets go of the handles, taking a step back to allow you to be on your way. “Be my guest, sweetheart.”

You kick back the break, not wanting to waste any more of your time in Gongdan speaking to this thug. You back away from him, turning the bike to ride down the path you came. “I hope to see you again, Y/N.” He calls out. You come to an abrupt stop, looking back at the raven. How did he know your name? “I don’t remember telling you my name.”

“You didn’t need to. I have my sources and connections, Princess. Whatever I need or want, I get.”

You cringe at the nickname ‘princess’. Jungkook doesn’t even call you that, with all the cheesy nicknames he does use. Him knowing your name suddenly made you question how coincidental this whole encounter was. You were starting to wonder how much about you he knew. As if he read your mind, he starts to read you like an autobiography. “You were born in Busan and raised right here in Daegu, you’re an ex nursing student, an only child, both your parents passed away in a tragic car accident, your best friend is Sang Mina, and your boyfriend is… Jeon Jungkook? Am I right?”

Your heart pounds against your chest as he spoke information that only people close to you would know. You felt sick, creeped out even, but you tried not to display that on your face. “So, I guess you know my work schedule then. You set this little encounter up knowing that I was the only worker today, didn’t you?” the raven simply shrugged like he couldn’t answer whether that was true or not, but you knew that it was. “I don’t know what your deal is, but just stay away from me, okay?”

Yoongi sneered, as he turned on his heels, heading back to the door from once he came. The raven makes sure he gets the last word though.

“I can’t make you any promises, sweetheart. Like I said, whatever I want, I get.”

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theblackestswan · 1 year ago

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Silent Desires | #1

Synopsis — There was a time when you pondered how you'd ever let it be known how much you desired Jungkook. But now? He’s back. And he’s not being silent with his desires anymore.

• Jungkook x F!Reader

• Brothers best friend, childhood friends to somewhat strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, and a bit of angst

• explicit language

• word count: 1.5k+

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"God fucking damnit!"

You screamed as you tried to calm yourself down. Was it working? Absolutely not. But it felt good, right?

The phone rang a couple rings before the person you were not looking for, answered. "Hello sister!" Gross. The sound of anyones happiness, pissed you off right now.

"Jimin, is dad home? I really need him." You said exhaustingly. Please let your dad be home. You need him right now.

You sighed, "It's... just my car. It stopped and won't go into gear..."

"Hey, everything's okay. I'll come get you and check it out. I have someone who might know a thing or two about cars... we'll be there soon."

We?

"Jimin who is-?" Before you could ever ask, he hang up. Probably one of his buddies or a coworker. You honestly didn't care. You just needed to get you and your car home.

You just sat in the drivers seat holding back tears. This car is a piece of junk. Honestly. It's old, lots of miles, but you've done your best to take care of it. The thought of being without a car was scary. How are you gonna get to work? You guess you could rent a car. But that's a lot, and who knows how long you'd need one for. You could buy a new one, but that's even more money. Everyone in your family has jobs, and needs their own car. So you couldn't borrow one. Fuck.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

You didn't have much time to overthink more before you could see Jimin's car pulling up behind yours, off the side of the road.

Curse your brother for having tinted windows, and curse the sun for starting to set, because you had no clue who was in the passenger seat.

You hopped out of your car and popped the hood. You could at least do that much.

"Hey sis! You okay?" No. No I'm not.

"Yeah I'm fine, cold and anxious, but I'm fine." Not a total lie.

You walked Jimin to the hood of your car and gave him a play by play of what happened. He checked all your fluids, and looked at the engine as much as he could. He knew a little about cars, but not as much as your dad did.

You totally forgot about the person in the passenger seat. "Chim, who did..."

Oh fuck.

"Hi Y/N. Car troubles I see?"

You knew that voice anywhere. The boy you befriended when you were 9. The boy who eventually became better friends with your brother, than you. The boy who moved away when he was 16, but still kept in touch with Jimin, at least.

The boy who turned into a hot fucking man, who is now standing in front of you.

"Jungkookie?"

You were sure your jaw was on the ground. The last time you seen him, in the flesh, was 5 years ago at Jimin's 21st birthday dinner. Sure, you'd see his pictures on social media, and what not, but not in person. Holy shit, is he even real?

Of course he is. Jimin talks all the time about him. Even though he moved, him and Jimin still hang out all the time. Usually they meet somewhere in the middle. He only moved two hours away.

"Ah, you still remember my nickname?" There was that stupid bunny smile. Stupid. Stupidly cute.

"Of course I do. How could I forget?" You flashed him a smile right back. How could you ever forget Jungkook? You only crushed on him for half your life. He was cute. He had always been cute. But once he became more of Jimin's friend, you knew your chances were out the window.

Jimin had one hard rule for his friends. "Leave my little sister alone." He loved being a big brother. He loved being your big brother, even more. He would do anything for you. And that includes keeping you safe. Especially from his friends.

As you got older, you understood that rule, more. Especially when Taehyung was around. Another cute friend of Jimin's, but an absolute flirt, and dare you say, playboy. All of his friends would flirt with you from time to time. Although, you didn't know if it was them actually flirting, or just trying to rile up your brother.

Before you could daydream even more about he man in front of you, Jimin caught you out of your thoughts.

"So, Y/N. Tell Jungkook what happened. He knows cars more than I do."

Suddenly you forgot your words. Jungkook was intimidating. He wasn't the boy you once knew. "I- uh... it was going down the road just fine, t-then, it started j-jerking and I pulled over and it wouldn't switch gears. And now it won't d-do anything."

That felt like it took you 3 weeks to say. You just explained all of this to Jimin in 15 seconds. Pull yourself together.

He just nodded at you, and then started looking over your car more.

God he was hot. You were kinda glad your dad didn't answer.

"It looks like it's your transmission. I'm guessing it probably went out, and you'll need a new one. I can look at it more tomorrow when I can get it off the ground and have more light." He looked at your softly. Surely that's not news anyone wants.

"I'd appreciate that. Thank you."

Jimin rubbed your back to calm you down, "Let's call a tow truck and get it home. Kook can look at it in the morning. He's staying over this weekend."

You sat inside your car while you called your insurance company to see if they could get a tow truck for you. Thankfully they could, and it was on it's way.

Jimin had walked back to his car to call your parents and let them know what was going on. You were just left with the sexy man in front of you.

Do you speak? What is there to say?

"Thank you again for coming with Chim. I really appreciate it. I was hoping my dad was home but... I guess you're okay too." Now what the fuck do you call that?

He chuckled as he looked at the ground, "I'm glad I could help. I'm sorry about all this. Car problems suck."

"It's all good. Had my fair share with this car..." You really didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him. Anyone with a brain would have gotten rid of this car a long time ago. "So uh... what are you doing all the way down here?"

He stared at you blankly. God his eyes alone could ruin you. It was like he was in a trance. He didn't even blink. "Jungkook?" He stared a few seconds longer before he snapped out of whatever it was he was in.

"Sorry, uh... why I'm here... oh! I moved down here actually. Closer to work and I miss you guys." If there was any day light right now, you would see his ears are red. Something that happened when he's embarrassed. Kind of his way of blushing.

"Miss you 'guys'? You mean Jimin?" Surely just Jimin. He had long forgotten about you.

"No, you too."

Huh? 'You too'?

You gulped. There was two ways you could go about this. One, you could tell him off about how he obviously didn't miss you when he left and never really spoke to you. Ever. Or you could play into it and see what exactly he means by that. Before you could even tell yourself which one to go with, your mouth already spoke for you.

"Didn't seem like you missed me too much." You couldn't do this. You didn't even want to continue this conversation. You walked over to Jimin in his car and just listened to the phone call he was having with your parents.

Soon enough, the tow truck was there, and before you, yourself could greet the driver, Jungkook already had it handled. He gave the driver the keys and told him your address. He grabbed your stuff out of your passenger seat and waved the driver off.

"Here, thought you might want these." Again with a soft smile that could destroy you, and he handed you your bag, and jacket.

What the fuck was he doing? Trying to make it up to you?

"I could have done all that by myself. I'm not the little girl you once knew." You gave him the tiniest smirk. What the fuck were you doing? Surely he couldn't see that, this late at night. You walked off and left him while you got in the back of your brothers car.

Thank god it was dark, and you were out of distance, otherwise what Jungkook said would end it all.

"Guess I should find out exactly what that means, Miss Y/N."

He had the same smirk you had, only a lot bigger.

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hamsterclaw · 1 year ago

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Drift Kings

You and your brother Seokjin live completely separate lives, until one day when your worlds collide.

Pairing: Jimin x f! reader, Yoongi x f! reader

Genre: Drifting, street racing AU, smut

Word count: 9.5k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, mentions of drugs, cigarette smoking, illegal street racing

You know from the first time you lay eyes on Park Jimin that he doesn’t belong in your world.

He’s physically blessed, that much is obvious to anyone with eyes, but he’s all wrong.

His suit is beautifully tailored, but the material’s wrong. His shoes are expensive but in that modern, stylish way that screams new money.

You doubt any of the jewelry he has on is inherited.

He catches you staring, assumes it’s because of his good looks rather than that you’re finding him lacking.

He has the audacity to give you a once over of his own, like he has the right to judge you like you judged him.

You stay perfectly still, let him look.

You’re a Kim, and you’re used to people staring at you.

His lips curl in a smile that looks closer to a sneer.

‘You should wipe that sour look off your face, princess, before the wind changes.’

You’re too surprised to snap back at him, and a moment later, he turns away, like he’s the one dismissing you.

You’re still staring at his back when Seokjin, your brother, arrives with Yoongi.

‘Were you waiting long?’ Seokjin asks politely, gesturing for you to go ahead of him into the private room he’s reserved for dinner.

‘Not long,’ you say, still thinking about the very beautiful man who’s just cut you down.

***

Seokjin, is as unmarked as he ever was, at least from what you can see whilst he’s dressed in a three-piece suit.

You’re glad.

Your brother’s always loved cars. When you were growing up, he spent every spare moment in Yoongi’s family’s auto workshop, similar to how you spent every moment in your father’s office, learning the ropes of your family business.

There was a Kim needed to take over the company, and thankfully, your family didn’t have any qualms about which Kim sibling it was.

A life in business would have killed your brother, totally unlike a life spent drag racing on Mount Samo, you think, uncomfortable with the irony.

If your parents were still alive, they’d probably have things to say about Seokjin’s lifestyle.

At least he’s always with Yoongi.

Min Yoongi.

You sneak a glance at him over your plate as you eat.

Around you and Seokjin, his normally serious face relaxes into a smile, perfect teeth flashing often, eyes crinkled at the corners.

Your brother’s closest friend, you spent most of your teenage years swinging between a desperate crush on him and a desperate need not to be perceived by his intense, penetrating gaze.

Now that you’re older, the heat of your crush has settled into a burning ember he occasionally stokes by turning up when you meet Seokjin, all dark eyes and deep voice and the odd flattering comment that has the power to set your heart aflutter.

Apart from all that though, you know enough about Min Yoongi to know he’s got the heart of a hustler, and fierce loyalty to your brother. If your brother ever went down, Yoongi would be right there with him fighting to the bitter end.

‘You look tired, sis,’ Seokjin says, dropping a dumpling onto your plate.

‘I’m just closing on a three year contract with the Moiwa group,’ you say, not denying it. You’ve been working on a lucrative partnership with the tech company for months, and you’re finally on the home stretch.

You’re not sure how much Seokjin knows about the family business, he rarely attends board meetings, like you’ve never seen him race.

Seokjin loosens his tie, wincing slightly as he does so.

‘How’s your collarbone?’ you ask.

Four weeks ago Seokjin had broken his collarbone and three ribs on Mount Samo. He hadn’t told you about it, but as you are each other’s next of kin, you’d found out anyway.

‘Healing,’ Seokjin says, making up for his brevity with a brilliant smile.

You know what they call your brother on the circuit.

Chaebol. Often said with a sneer, despite the fact that he can put together an Evolution IX blindfolded and drive it in a way that credits all the tuneups he can afford to pay for.

‘I hurt my shoulder,’ Yoongi tells you, teeth flashing in the half-smile-half-snarl that makes you feel lightheaded when it’s directed at you.

‘I’m sure you have plenty of people to take care of it for you,’ you say, straightfaced.

Yoongi blinks, and his lip curls again. ‘Don’t you want to?’

You laugh. ‘Are you trying to be cute? It doesn’t suit you, Yoongi.’

‘Stop flirting with my sister, Yoongi,’ Seokjin interjects, distracting you from Yoongi’s pout.

He turns back to you. ‘Are you free this weekend? I was planning to visit Daejeon.’

‘I’m free,’ you agree.

Your parents’ graves are in Daejeon. You and Seokjin go a couple of times a year.

Your phone rings. It’s your PA, Daeun.

‘I should go,’ you say, apologetic. ‘It’s hectic right now at work.’

‘At least finish your food,’ Seokjin urges.

‘I’ll pick up something before I get home,’ you reply.

Seokjin frowns. ‘I’ll drop food off at your place.’

You smile. ‘I’ll see you this weekend, ok? Keep my brother out of trouble, Yoongi.’

‘And you stay out of trouble too,’ you add.

Yoongi throws you another grin. ‘For you,’ he promises.

‘This weekend,’ Seokjin says.

Both men rise as you leave the room.

***

Seokjin wanted to drop by Yoongi’s workshop on your way to Daejeon, and you have to admit, it’s been a while since you’ve seen his crew.

Jung Hoseok, the angel-faced mechanic turned racer who has a smile and personality that can light up a room and drives like he’s halfway to heaven.

Jeon Jungkook, the youngest, a baby brother to all who of recent years seems to be trying his hardest to hide the facts of his pretty face and endearingly cute little shit personality, by getting tatted and pierced and wearing exclusively black.

There’s an unfamiliar person though, and as he turns to greet Seokjin upon your arrival, you realise it’s the beautiful man who sneered at you in the restaurant.

‘Y/N, this is Park Jimin,’ says Seokjin.

Park Jimin gives you a smile that makes you long to slap him.

‘We’ve met. Turns out, I wasn’t far off when I called you a princess.’

His comment makes your hackles rise.

‘I wish I could say it’s a pleasure,’ you say coolly.

‘How did you meet?’ Seokjin asks.

‘It was at the restaurant that night,’ you tell Seokjin, trying to shut down the line of questioning.

You turn to Yoongi, who’s leaning against a workbench, watching the whole exchange with a bemused look on his face.

‘I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like Y/N,’ Hoseok remarks, kindly. ‘It must be your fault, Jimin.’

You laugh. ‘I’m sure I have a lot of enemies, Hobi.’

If Seokjin’s the chaebol racer, and Yoongi’s the drifting king, you’re the ice princess of Cheongdam-dong.

You’re well aware that your family’s laissez-faire attitude to succession isn’t necessarily shared by all. You’ve grown so weary of the misogyny in your society that it barely even registers to you, now. You learned long ago to apologise for daring to carry on your family business lineage.

You completely miss the look that passes between Seokjin and Yoongi.

‘I’ll be back by nine,’ Seokjin says to Yoongi.

That gets your attention. ‘A race?’

‘We’ll look after him,’ Jungkook assures you sweetly.

You roll your eyes in mock exasperation. ‘Who’s going to look after the rest of you?’

***

Seokjin parks the car, cuts the engine.

You unbuckle your belt, and you both walk around to the trunk to get the flowers you brought.

Seokjin asks, casually, as you walk down the path to your parents’ graves, ‘How’s work going?’

‘Still busy,’ you say, shading your eyes against the brightness of the afternoon sun.

‘The deal came through,’ you tell him. ‘I spent most of last night celebrating with my team.’

‘Congratulations,’ says Seokjin. He’s had the foresight to put on sunglasses, you can’t see most of his face.

‘Thanks,’ you reply. ‘How’s the Supra coming along?’

Seokjin and Yoongi are working on tuning up a fourth generation Supra for a client from Hong Kong.

‘It’s coming along,’ Seokjin says. He smiles wryly. ‘Jungkook keeps asking if he can ‘road-test’ it.’

You laugh along with him.

‘Yoongi says he’ll let him if he can rebuild it after,’ Seokjin continues.

You know Jungkook’s talented, but he’s not as skilled as either your brother or Yoongi.

‘You can come watch the race tonight, if you want,’ Seokjin offers.

He’s never invited you before.

‘Sure,’ you say.

‘We’ll head off when we get back,’ Seokjin says.

You’ve reached the graves.

Seokjin kneels down to lay the flowers on the ground.

You wonder if it’ll ever get easier.

***

You’re sitting in a corner of Yoongi’s workshop, watching as Seokjin and his crew get ready.

The atmosphere’s crackling with anticipation, a wild energy that has adrenaline thrumming through your veins.

Seokjin and Yoongi are hunched over the popped engine hood of Yoongi’s Nissan GT-R, talking quietly.

Jungkook and Hoseok are roughhousing by the workbench. Jungkook’s dressed in black leather and motorcycle boots, a chain round his neck, and you wonder, again, when the maknae started to become such a menace.

Jimin’s sitting on the raised walkway over Yoongi’s workshop, arms on the railing, feet dangling off the edge.

He catches you looking at him, and the slow smirk that spreads over his face is, to your chagrin, equal parts infuriating and attractive.

You can’t deny it, he’s not your usual type but he’s so fucking attractive you almost can’t stand to look at him.

His blond hair is styled back, a stray lock falls across his brow as he stares at you, almost in his eyes. His full lips are curved, smile lines crinkling the corners of his eyes.

The way his jacket’s lifted, with his arms braced on the railing, shows off his flat stomach, the plain t-shirt he’s got on doing nothing to hide how cut his torso is.

Beside you, Seokjin clears his throat.

‘You can ride with me,’ he says. He glances up at Jimin as he speaks, and you wonder how long Seokjin was watching before you noticed.

***

You’ve been in Seokjin’s Honda before, but never on a race day.

The interiors are black leather, he’s modified the sound system, of course, but most striking to you is the way the engine vibrates with power, even when he’s driving the speed limit en route to Mount Samo.

Up ahead, Yoongi’s leading the convoy. You’d glimpsed the flash of his grin as he’d cut Seokjin off at an intersection a couple miles back, and the barely leashed ferality of it had made you fantasise, for the umpteenth time, about sleeping with him.

Bringing up the rear are Jungkook, Hobi and Jimin, keeping tight on Seokjin’s tail.

You look around with interest at the cars idling at the summit when Seokjin slides smoothly into a spot next to Yoongi.

Seokjin cuts the engine, and you get out.

You’d expected Seokjin to get a reaction, your brother is striking even when he’s not driving a midnight black Honda, crimson racing stripes cutting the car in half lengthways, but to your surprise, there are an equal number of eyes on you.

Yoongi’s lit a cigarette, the glow of the lit end reflected in his dark eyes as he moves over to make a space for you next to where he’s leaning.

Smoke curls around your face as he asks, polite as ever, ‘Do you mind if I smoke around you?’

‘I don’t,’ you reassure him.

Yoongi nods. ‘I usually just have the one.’

His lips curl. ‘Then another when I win.’

Seokjin says. ‘Jimin will drive you back down when he’s scouting. We’ll see you at the bottom.’

‘Scouting?’

‘For police,’ Seokjin explains.

You look at him sharply.

‘If you want, Jimin can drive you home right now,’ Seokjin offers.

It occurs to you then, just how separate yours and Seokjin’s lives are.

Yours is a world of meetings, boardrooms, euphemisms for what one really means.

And Seokjin’s is this, nighttimes and headlamps so bright they light up the city, and a physical rawness you never see.

Your brother looks chaebol but inside? He’s this.

‘I’ll stay,’ you say. ‘Good luck.’

Seokjin’s gaze lingers on you, but he doesn’t say anything else.

When Jimin arrives Seokjin takes him aside. They have a conversation you can’t hear, they’re several feet away and Hobi’s trying to show you pictures of his new puppy.

There’s a shift in the atmosphere, the deafening roar of engines, blinding lights as three new cars arrive.

One looks like it’s heading straight for your brother’s Honda.

You tense as it approaches at full speed, screeching to a halt barely a foot from the front bumper.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow, and beside him Yoongi straightens up, grinds the remnants of his cigarette to ash under his boot.

‘Who’s that, Hobi?’ you ask, as the driver gets out.

He’s tall, like your brother, good looking in a flashy way, and the way he stares at your brother as he approaches makes your skin crawl.

There’s a tattoo running up the side of his neck, next to a jagged scar.

You slip past Hoseok and go to stand next to Seokjin.

‘Hyunjin,’ Seokjin says, neutral.

Yoongi just stares back, lip curled in a sneer.

‘Seokjin,’ the man replies. ‘Ready to be driven off a mountain?’

You tense, and Hyunjin’s gaze shifts to you.

‘I’ll be waiting for you at the bottom,’ Seokjin replies, but Hyunjin barely reacts.

He’s still staring at you.

‘Who’s this?’ he asks.

‘The person who’ll make you pay if you do anything to my brother,’ you snap.

He raises an eyebrow, gaze shifting between you and Seokjin thoughtfully.

‘You must be the ice princess. I didn’t think you’d be quite this pretty. I guess Seokjin keeps you hidden away for a reason.’

‘Shut up,’ Yoongi growls, as Seokjin shifts so he’s in front of you.

You realise Jungkook and Hoseok are behind you.

Hyunjin just laughs.

‘I’ll see you at the bottom, princess. If I beat your brother can I have a kiss?’

Seokjin says, voice low and even, ‘What about winner gets the loser’s ride?’

Your eyes widen. You know how many hours Seokjin put in on his car in Yoongi’s workshop.

Hyunjin scoffs. ‘I’m going to enjoy driving your car.’

He gives you another long look, and then he’s turning on his heel.

‘Go with Jimin,’ Seokjin says, glancing at you. ‘I’ll see you down there.’

You’re hesitant. ‘Seokjin —- that guy —-‘

‘Don’t worry,’ Seokjin says. ‘I’ll beat him.’

His expression softens.

‘It’s not my first race,’ he reminds you gently.

You realise Jimin’s got his car pulled up next to you, door open, waiting.

‘Good luck,’ you say, still uncertain.

Seokjin nods, waits until you get in the car, closes the door after you.

***

Jimin drives in silence, navigating the hairpin bends that make Mount Samo a drifter’s dream with a competence that makes you wonder why he’s not racing himself.

‘Is my brother going to be all right?’ you ask, plaintive in the quiet of the car.

Jimin doesn’t answer immediately, and you’re wondering if he heard you when you catch him looking at you in the rearview mirror.

‘Your brother will be fine,’ he says finally. ‘We’ll wait for him at the finish.’

You’re thinking about the way Hyunjin sneered at Seokjin.

‘Is it always like that?’ you ask.

Jimin takes his time answering this question too.

‘Seokjin and Hyunjin have a history,’ he tells you. He turns to you briefly.

‘You should ask Seokjin about it.’

‘Have you known Seokjin long?’ you ask.

Jimin glances at you again.

‘Not long. We started working together a few months ago.’

‘Do you race?’

‘Occasionally.’

‘Are you any good?’ you ask.

Jimin changes gears, slows to a stop.

‘Never good enough for you, princess,’ he says, flicking his gaze at you.

You feel chastened. It’s fair enough, you know that you can be a snob. It’s a learned behaviour, from your years trying to prove yourself as leader of the Kim conglomerate, but Jimin wouldn’t know that, and you doubt he’d care.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say.

Jimin parks the car, turns up the music. He glances at the clock on the dash.

‘Your brother’ll be down in twenty minutes. We’ll have an extra car to drive back - which is why Hobi and Jungkook rode together on the way here.’

‘The wager,’ you say, a question.

‘The wager,’ Jimin confirms.

‘It was all planned then?’

Jimin laughs, short. ‘Hyunjin’s predictable.’

He glances in the rearview. ‘I’ve never seen anyone drift like your brother.’

You’re processing this when he says, referring to your apology, ‘It’s fine. I’ve been nothing but a dick to you since we met.’

‘Are you any good at your job?’ Jimin asks.

There’s the faintest hint of taunting in his voice. You can’t blame him in all honesty.

You decide to tell the truth.

‘I’m inexperienced but I have a good team.’

You look out the window.

‘I don’t have a problem carrying responsibility. Out of the both of us, I was the better choice. Corporate life would have killed Seokjin.’

You press a thumb to your temple, massaging the tension headache that’s threatening to come away.

The silence in the car is deafening.

You glance at Jimin.

He’s staring at you, unreadable.

‘I’ll wait outside,’ you say.

You push your door open and step out into the cool darkness of the night.

A light rain starts to fall.

Behind you, Jimin gets out of the car. A moment later he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, the fabric warm from his body heat.

All he says is, ‘They should be here soon.’

***

Your heart accelerates when the gleam of headlights cuts through the dark.

The rain’s stopped but the tarmac of the road still glistens with wet.

You can’t see who it is, blinded as you are.

The car comes to a smooth stop not six feet from where you and Jimin, and a handful of others, are waiting.

The door opens as your vision begins to adjust, and your brother steps out.

He looks around, spots you and Jimin, lifts his hand in a wave like butter wouldn’t melt.

There’s a wave of cheering, drowned out by the roar of Yoongi’s Nissan as he cruises past, stops a little way past your brother’s car.

You don’t even notice when Hyunjin and the rest of the racers arrive, caught up as you are in the overwhelming wave of relief that your brother and Yoongi are all right.

You lose Jimin in the crowd that surges forward, eyes only on your brother as Hyunjin tosses keys on the ground at his feet, disgusted.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket. You check it distractedly as you head for Seokjin.

It’s an unknown number.

You’re swiping to answer when you collide with what feels like a brick wall.

You’d be off your feet if an arm hadn’t curled around you to steady you.

You look up into Hyunjin’s face.

‘Where’s my kiss, princess?’ he asks. His grip around your waist feels like steel.

You lean back.

‘I don’t remember promising you one,’ you tell him, bringing your arms up against his chest, trying to put more distance between you.

He laughs, holds tighter, starts walking you backwards.

‘Get off me,’ you warn.

‘Or what?’ he asks. ‘You gonna call your brother to come save you?’

‘She’s got more than one friend here, actually,’ comes a voice from behind you.

You turn to see Jimin, hands loose by his sides, expression hard.

‘She asked you to get off her,’ Jimin points out.

Hyunjin’s hand tightens painfully around your wrist for a heart stopping moment before he scoffs and drops it.

‘Maybe next time, princess,’ he says.

He leers at you as he steps away.

‘Are you ok?’ Jimin asks, nodding to your wrist.

‘I’m fine,’ you say automatically, despite the throbbing in your wrist. You’re used to showing no weakness.

Seokjin and Yoongi have reached you.

‘What happened?’ Seokjin asks, an edge to his voice.

‘We saw that fucker head straight for you,’ Yoongi says. The feral spark’s back in his eyes, he looks like he’s spoiling for a fight.

You tug the cuffs of Jimin’s jacket down over your wrists.

‘Nothing happened,’ you say.

Seokjin doesn’t believe you, you can tell, but you don’t want to talk about it.

Finally, he says, ‘I’ll drive you—‘

‘I can drive you home,’ Jimin says. ‘It’s on my way.’

***

You sit in the passenger seat of Jimin’s car, waiting as he grabs something from the trunk.

He gets in, tosses a heat pack into your lap.

‘He grabbed you pretty hard,’ he says. ‘You can use that if you feel sore.’

You look at it for a moment.

‘Thanks.’

‘I’m sorry I lost you for a moment there in the crowd,’ Jimin says, shifting the car into gear as he pulls out onto the road.

‘I’m not a kid,’ you say.

The heat pack feels nice.

‘You’re definitely not a kid,’ Jimin agrees.

His gaze flicks over you, so quick you wonder if you imagined it.

‘You don’t even know where I live,’ you say, with a flicker of amusement.

‘I’ll drive you anywhere you want,’ Jimin replies.

For the first time, he smiles at you, lips curving, eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘Where do you want to go, princess?’

***

Your back’s against the front door of your apartment, your head thrown back as Jimin presses heated kisses to your neck.

He’s beautiful, dark eyes and gleaming skin, you keep wanting to watch him but he’s kissing you so well it’s hard to keep your eyes open.

He’s got one hand under your top, smoothing circles over your skin, the other curled over your ass, squeezing your flesh.

‘Jimin,’ you breathe, your hand braced on his shoulder, fingers curling into the hair on the nape of his neck.

‘Yeah,’ he murmurs, silvery voice making you tingle. ‘Touch me, if you want.’

You slide a hand over the hardness of his torso, feeling the ridges of his abs, the tautness of him.

Skin over muscle over bone.

He’s hard all the places you’re soft.

You can’t stifle a moan as he rolls his hips against yours.

‘Where’s your room,’ he grunts, pulling a whine from your lips as he lifts his own lips from your skin.

You point, and he knits his fingers with yours, tugging you with him as he heads for your bedroom.

The door closes behind you, and in front of you, Jimin shucks his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

His beauty stops you in your tracks.

Jimin grins. He tilts his chin at you, all golden skin and bright eyes.

‘Stop staring,’ he says, bold, ‘and take your clothes off.’

You can feel your skin heat as Jimin fixes his gaze on you, watching as you fumble with the buttons on your blouse, undo the fastening on your jeans.

You can’t meet his gaze when you’re in your bra and panties.

Jimin takes two steps forward, dropping his own jeans.

You’re still looking down, so the bottom half of him comes into view first.

The waistband of his boxer briefs, stretched over taut skin, the very obvious bulge just beneath. Thighs so muscled your own thighs tighten against each other.

He lifts your chin gently so you’ll look at him.

‘Why so shy, princess? Look how hard I am.’

He doesn’t wait for a reply, lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s surprisingly gentle.

He walks you backward onto the bed, takes a moment to look at you laid on your sheets. His hand strokes over his rigid cock once, then he’s lowering himself on top of you.

He’s gentle, but you can feel the coiled power in his muscles as he grinds himself into the softness between your legs.

‘You really are a princess,’ he murmurs into the dip between your breasts, so lightly you know he’s just teasing.

He kisses the round of your breast, tongue flicking around your areola tantalisingly until you’re soaked, your hips seeking friction against his hardness.

‘Jimin,’ you plead, maddened with arousal.

‘Don’t worry,’ he soothes. ‘I’ve got you. Panties off.’

You lift your hips to pull your panties down.

There’s a rip of foil, a barely suppressed groan from Jimin as he unrolls the condom onto himself.

He positions himself above you, slides into you like he’s been doing it his whole life, and you moan, eyes squeezing shut at the stretch of him.

‘You like that?’ he asks, silvery voice deep now, breath hot against your skin.

‘Yeah,’ you cry.

He props himself on one arm, rolls his hips against yours.

‘Fuck,’ he groans.

He picks up the pace, eyes on you, flicking between your face and how he’s making your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts.

He’s glistening with a sheen of sweat now, hair flopped over his face, damp.

‘Look at you, princess,’ he murmurs, voice dropped low, breathless. ‘Look how well you take me.’

He flattens a hand over the curve of your lower belly, thumb flicking over your clit, purposeful, firm, making the pleasure build.

Slows, lifts your hips so he can fuck you deeper.

The curve of his cock hits so good you’re crying out with each rock of his hips against yours.

You come with a gasp of his name, and Jimin drops down on you, grinding, hips working.

‘Fuck,’ he groans, deep in his chest. ‘Take it, baby.’

You wind a hand around his neck, and his lips meet yours again, tongue licking into your mouth as he fills the condom.

‘Shit,’ he groans, pulling out, knotting off the condom, tossing it carelessly.

You’re breathless still, heart hammering in your chest, but you sit up, admire how he looks sprawled out on the covers of your bed, flushed and glowing.

‘You were right, you know,’ Jimin says.

He’d been looking up at the ceiling, but now he flicks his gaze at you.

‘You’re too good for me.’

You scoff. ‘Shut up. I never said that.’

Jimin laughs. ‘I didn’t say it was going to stop me from pursuing you.’

You raise an eyebrow. ‘Pursuing me?’

‘I said what I said,’ Jimin says.

He sits up, muscles flexing, hair pushed back. He drops a kiss on your exposed shoulder, teeth flashing as he follows it up with a playful nip.

As you’re getting up, picking up your clothes, you notice a flash of gold half-out of the pocket of his jeans.

You lift it out, curious.

Jimin says nothing as you rub your thumb over the gold badge, turn it over to see his ID.

‘You’re a cop,’ you say. It’s not a question, you have the proof in your hand, but it comes out querulous anyway.

‘I’m a cop,’ Jimin replies.

You’re trying to process. ‘Does my brother know?’

‘Seokjin knows,’ Jimin says.

He gets up, starts getting dressed too.

‘It’s illegal to race on Mount Samo,’ you say.

‘I’m undercover,’ Jimin tells you. He reaches for his badge, and you let him take it out of your loose grip.

‘What are you investigating?’ you ask.

‘Currently, your ass,’ Jimin says.

You crack a reluctant smile. ‘Could have told me you were a cop before we slept together.’

‘I usually wait for a second date before I get the handcuffs out,’ Jimin shoots back.

You laugh, but your mind’s still racing, wondering why Jimin’s hanging around with your brother and Yoongi.

You’re so preoccupied with your thoughts it takes you a moment to realise Jimin’s watching you.

‘I should get to bed,’ you say, feigning a yawn. ‘I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.’

Jimin asks, quietly, ‘Is there anything you want to ask me?’

You’re troubled, but you force a smile.

‘I’ll save my questions for when I’m less tired,’ you say.

Jimin’s got his jacket on, you’ve both moved out of the bedroom.

He says, ‘I’d like to see you again.’

Your smile becomes a little less forced.

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

Jimin looks like he wants to say more, but all he does is nod, flash you a smile before he leaves.

The click of the latch falling into place as he pulls the door to sounds oddly final.

***

You’re tired.

You’ve been in and out of meetings all day. On top of that there’s been a problem with the city planning committee over the new property you’ve just acquired.

It was a hard fought battle but you’d managed to pip your competitor, Jungcorp, to the post. You’re not sure why Jungcorp had fought so hard for it, it’s an abandoned tower block in an unglamorous part of the city, but the land’s invaluable to you for development.

As far as you know Jungcorp’s got no vested interests in property development.

You look up, exasperated, as there’s yet another knock on your door.

It’s past 8pm, your feet are sore and all you want to do is go home and take your bra off, if you could only just finish reading and sign off on the city planning committee’s requirements.

Plus you thought you’d sent everyone from your executive team home.

Your frown softens when you realise it’s Jimin.

You’ve been texting back and forth since you hooked up, he’s called you a few times, but you’ve been too busy to meet.

‘How’d you get in here?’ you ask, getting up to greet him.

‘I’m a cop, remember?’ Jimin says. He looks as pretty as ever, dressed all in black, silverware in his ears.

‘I have security,’ you point out.

‘Jaebeom?’ Jimin asks, feigning innocence. ‘We used to work together.

You roll your eyes.

‘I thought you wouldn’t mind me dropping by unannounced like this,’ Jimin says, ‘because I brought food.’

He brings his arms round from behind his back to reveal a bag of food that makes your stomach growl, loudly and ungracefully.

‘When did you last eat?’ Jimin asks.

‘I had a protein shake for lunch,’ you say, eyeing him as he sets out boxes of noodles. ‘They’re apparently a complete meal.’

It’s Jimin’s turn to roll his eyes.

‘Prawns or chicken?’ he asks, holding out chopsticks to you.

You reach out and grasp his hand instead.

‘I’ve missed you a little,’ you say, tugging.

Jimin lets you pull him closer. ‘Yeah? I’ve missed you a lot.’

He’s close now, head tilted to yours, face barely inches away.

‘A lot?’ you ask, staring at his lips.

‘Yeah.’ His voice is husky now, and he dips his head to yours.

You meet him more than halfway, lips already parted.

Jimin’s hand curls around the back of your head as he slants his own to kiss you deeper.

‘I lied,’ he murmurs, crowding you against the edge of your desk.

‘I didn’t just come to bring you food. I came because I knew you’d look fucking sexy in your work clothes.’

He kisses you again, hips pressed against yours, hand slipping down to cup your ass.

You slip your arm around him, sighing a little as he kisses you, lips warm and sweet.

‘Eat, before we get distracted,’ Jimin says, pulling away.

You whine, disgruntled, but he’s insistent.

The noodles are hot, tasty, satiating the hunger you’ve been suppressing all day.

‘Thanks,’ you say, as Jimin gets up to clear away the food.

You’d help, but it’s the longest break from work you’ve had all day, and now that you’ve sat down on the comfortable sofa you’re not sure you can muster the willpower to get up.

Jimin looks at you knowingly.

‘Want a ride home?’

‘I should probably get back to work,’ you say, regretfully.

Jimin says, ‘You look exhausted. Here, I’ll take you home.’

You find yourself picking up your things, letting Jimin help you on with your coat, following him to the lifts.

Jimin curls an arm around you, and you lean into him as you wait for the lift.

He smells good, but more than that, he feels good, solid, his shoulder corded with muscle under your cheek.

‘You can lean on me,’ Jimin says. There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but he holds you tighter when you try to pull away.

In the car, Jimin leans over to help you fasten your belt.

‘I can do it,’ you say, but he just smiles.

‘I said you can lean on me,’ he tells you. He starts the engine, puts on soft music, a lo-fi beat.

‘Sit back, princess. I’ve got you.’

You want to tell him to stop calling you princess but you’re so comfortable and warm the words won’t leave your lips.

You blink awake to find that Jimin’s parked outside your apartment building.

‘Sorry,’ you mumble, trying to orientate yourself. ‘Did I sleep the whole way?’

‘You talk in your sleep,’ Jimin tells you.

Now you’re fully awake.

‘What did I say?’

‘I didn’t know you liked my ass that much,’ Jimin says, thoughtfully.

‘What?’

He laughs. ‘Go to bed, princess. Want me to walk you up?’

‘I’ll be all right,’ you tell him. You hesitate, hand on the door handle.

‘Thanks, Jimin.’

‘Anytime, princess.’

He waits until you’re inside the doors before he drives away.

***

Yoongi rolls himself out from under the body of the Subaru he’s working on just as Seokjin approaches.

He stares at the pictures Seokjin hands him, jaw tightening, anger sparking, hot and bright, within him.

‘Does she know?’

‘Jimin says she doesn’t seem to know,’ Seokjin says, voice low, furious.

Yoongi hands him back the pictures, lip curled in disgust.

‘I think you’d better fucking tell her,’ he says.

‘It’s not just that,’ Seokjin says. ‘I got this, too.’

Yoongi listens to the recording on Seokjin’s phone, swears.

‘Shit, that asshole’s asking to be fucked up.’

‘Call the guys,’ Seokjin says, voice hard. ‘We get her and then we show him what happens to people who fuck with us.’

***

You’re hurrying, running late. You’re meeting a client from Norway in the busiest part of the city at 7pm sharp.

You glance at your watch just as the light goes green at a multiway intersection, watch the numbers indicating how long you have to cross tick down as you walk briskly across the white stripes on the road.

There’s a thunderous roar, a wave of screams, and the throng of people crossing with you disperses rapidly as you look around to see where the noise is coming from.

The crowd’s clearing, but you stay where you are in the middle of the intersection because you recognise the midnight black Honda with the red racing stripes heading straight for you, the sleek silver Nissan keeping pace alongside it.

Your brother drives slightly past you and executes a 90 degree turn so his car’s across your path, lengthways, tyres screeching.

The acrid smell of burning rubber fills your nostrils, but you almost don’t notice it, because three other cars surround you in quick succession, boxing you in.

To your left, Yoongi, dark eyes scanning you as if to assure himself you’re unharmed.

To your right, Hobi, his face more serious than you’ve ever seen him.

Behind you, Jimin, a shadow behind his blinding headlights.

Seokjin leans across the passenger seat, pushes the door open.

‘Get in,’ he says.

***

You have questions, but Seokjin waits until you’re out of the busiest part of town, when the streets get a little wider, the lights less bright, before he starts talking.

You realise he’s taking you to his apartment.

‘What’s going on?’ you ask.

‘Hyunjin threatened you,’ Seokjin says, terse, jaw tense as he navigates the expensive neighbourhood his apartment’s in.

‘He threatened me?’ you ask, sure you’ve heard wrong.

Seokjin glances at you. ‘The land you just purchased.’

You frown. ‘The square footage we fought Jungcorp over?’

‘Jungcorp is Hyunjin’s grandfather’s company,’ Seokjin says.

The puzzle pieces click into place.

You let out a low whistle. ‘Shit. And he calls you chaebol.’

‘The company’s in trouble,’ Seokjin says, ‘and they’re being investigated for running drugs out of Jamsil.’

He slides into a space in the underground car park, cuts the engine.

‘You know Jimin’s part of the narcotics squad.’

‘He didn’t say what he was investigating,’ you reply, sliding out the door, walking with Seokjin to the private lift.

Seokjin punches in the code, activates the lift, and a moment later you’re walking into his apartment.

There are pictures scattered across the coffee table in the lounge, and for once you don’t stop to admire the view of the city.

They’re all pictures of you. Full colour, high resolution.

Pictures of you in your office, walking into your apartment, at a client dinner. Even, to your horror, one of you in your bed, asleep.

‘Who took these?’ you ask. Your voice comes out tremulous, you barely recognise it.

‘Hyunjin had them sent to me,’ Seokjin replies.

You have to sit down.

‘They want you to give up the Jamsil property and land,’ Seokjin tells you.

You’re struggling to take all this in.

‘Or what?’

Seokjin doesn’t want to give you the details of what Hyunjin threatened to do to you.

‘You should stay at mine until this settles down,’ is what he settles for.

You look up at him.

‘I can’t give up the Jamsil land, Seokjin. It’s the biggest victory I’ve had since I took over the company.’

‘No victory is worth your life,’ Seokjin points out.

Logically, you know your brother is right, but you don’t know if he knows how hard you’ve fought since you took control of the reins of the Kim conglomerate.

The times you were challenged over decisions the board would have praised you for, if you were a man.

The tears you cried in secret when your spirit was battered and bruised from pretending you were immune to the snide comments, the demeaning remarks.

You know you’re stronger than the adversity you faced but it’s never been easy.

Seokjin studies your face, a look in his eyes that makes you wonder how much your older brother really knows.

‘Yoongi’ll take you home to get your things. I’ll fix us dinner for when you get back.’

***

Yoongi never really seems to expect anything from you when you’re together.

It’s a trait that you’ve come to appreciate more and more as the years go by.

He listened to your naive prattling about your friends on the odd occasion when he picked you up after school, never commenting except to ask if you wanted ice cream.

He picked you up sometimes when you were back from college, letting you choose the music you wanted to play, handing you snacks silently, sometimes smoking out the open window.

He drives quietly now, changing gears so seamlessly you barely notice even though you’re staring at his hands.

You remember once, a couple years ago, when you’d met by chance when you were walking to the metro after a disastrous blind date.

You’d been so stung by the experience the indignation had tumbled out of you, words jumbled, as he’d pulled up alongside you and offered you a lift.

Yoongi had listened all the way to your apartment, murmuring support in the lower range of his vocal register, a reassuring rumble if not any actual words.

As soon as he’d stopped the car you’d unbuckled your belt, intending to turn to him and thank him, and instead, you’d looked at him looking at you, his hair pulled back from his forehead in a tiny ponytail, eyes dark and unreadable, and you’d leaned forward and kissed him instead.

Yoongi had grunted a little, and you would have pulled away, if he hadn’t cupped the back of your head and sought your lips with a hunger that thrilled you all the way to your bones.

Heat had pooled in your belly, down low, as he licked boldly into your mouth, slid his big hands around your hips to steady you.

You’d pulled away, breathless, more than a little aroused, and he’d quirked a brow at you.

A question.

You think that if you’d showed any uncertainty, Yoongi would have stopped, and so you didn’t.

You’d taken his hardness in your mouth with a confidence fueled by the reverent, affectionate way he said your name, had learned what he liked by the way his breathing quickened until it was laboured gasps, then a single uttered, emphatic ‘fuck’ as he spilled down your throat, hand clenched on the steering wheel.

He’d given you a feral smile, thumbed away a smear of his cum from the corner of your mouth and put his hand up your skirt like it belonged there.

You’d come crying his name, once with his tongue buried deep in your cunt and another time on his cock as he drilled you into your bed.

He’d left in the morning, a kiss on your forehead and a goodbye so sweet it’s never mattered to you that you’ve never talked about that night since.

You sometimes wonder if he still thinks of it. You’ve never asked.

You look out the window as Yoongi drives.

He reaches into the centre console, tosses a packet of chocolate fish into your lap.

‘I’m not a kid, you don’t have to bribe me with snacks,’ you grouse, but you open it anyway.

The chocolate reminds you that you haven’t eaten all day.

‘Stop being cute and I won’t buy you snacks,’ Yoongi says, reasonably.

‘I’m not cute.’

He just snorts.

‘Want one?’ you offer.

‘You look like you need them more than me,’ Yoongi says, but he accepts the fish you place in his palm.

He walks you up to your building once he’s parked, waits in the living room as you pack a bag.

Once you’re back in his car you turn to him.

‘Did you see those pictures?’

Yoongi’s jaw tightens. ‘Yes.’

‘Seokjin’s worried,’ you say.

‘He’s your big brother,’ Yoongi says, neutral. ‘He worries about you like you worry about him.’

‘I’m fine,’ you tell him.

‘I’m not,’ Yoongi says. He glances in the rearview, signals to turn. ‘I’m angry.’

You put your hand on his arm. ‘You’re always angry,’ you point out, gently.

Yoongi huffs out a breath. ‘No one comes for you, especially not some half assed wannabe racer like Hyunjin.’

You’re touched at his anger on your behalf.

Yoongi looks at you. ‘Seokjin and I will take care of it.’

‘I can’t give up the Jamsil land, Yoongi. I’ve finally clawed myself some credibility.’

‘Fuck that,’ Yoongi agrees. ‘You’re not giving up jack shit for that asshole.’

His lip curls in a half snarl. ‘We’re not giving in even if I have to chain you to me to keep you safe.’

You raise an eyebrow at him.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow back.

He stops in front of the private lift to Seokjin’s apartment.

‘I think you’d like being chained to me,’ you say, unable to resist.

The smile he gives you is a mix of rueful and cocky.

‘Of course I fucking would. I’d make you like it too.’

He unlocks the doors so you can get out, rolls down the window as you get into the lift.

‘I think about that night all the fucking time,’ he tells you, voice low.

You look up at him in surprise, but don’t have time to reply before the lift doors shut between you.

***

Seokjin sets a plate in front of you.

‘Eat,’ he urges.

You pick up your chopsticks and dig in.

‘The responsible thing to do would be to tell you to give up the land,’ he says. ‘That’s what our parents would tell you to do.’

His words set off a pang of sadness that resonates in your chest.

‘If our parents were still here I wouldn’t be running the company,’ you reply.

‘I don’t want you to give up the land. I know how hard you fought for that victory.’

Seokjin takes another bite.

‘I know how hard you’ve been fighting.’

‘Running the company was always what I wanted,’ you tell him. ‘It’s just that it was supposed to be with dad at the helm whilst I found my feet.’

It’s the first time you’ve ever come close to hinting that it hasn’t been easy.

There’s sadness in Seokjin’s eyes.

‘I can put in some time at the company. I’m a Kim, too.’

‘The company is what I want,’ you say, very gently, ‘but it’s not what you want.’

Seokjin sighs. ‘What I want is for you to be happy. I am.’

You snort. ‘You have three broken ribs and a fractured collarbone.’

Seokjin smiles. ‘And you have no injuries. Let’s keep it that way.’

You clink your glasses in a toast.

‘So, Jimin, huh?’ Seokjin asks, sly.

You blink at him but don’t say anything.

Your brother manages to smirk at you anyway.

***

You’re in the gym in your brother’s building, running through your PT routine when there’s a flicker of reflection in the floor to ceiling window you’re facing.

Jimin.

‘Seokjin said you’d be down here,’ he says.

You look up at his reflection in the glass.

‘I’ve got a meeting with my board tomorrow,’ you say. ‘They’re going to want to congratulate me on the Jamsil acquisition.’

You get up from the mat, turn around, and realise he’s as sweaty as you are.

Jimin tilts his head, blond hair falling over one eye. He’s wearing a grey hoodie, unzipped, a white t-shirt underneath that’s moulded to his torso, sweatpants, hands shoved in his pockets.

The gold pendant he wears glimmers in the low light of the gym.

There’s a faint bruise on his jaw.

Unthinking, you step forward and brush a thumb over it lightly.

‘What happened?’ you ask.

Jimin stays perfectly still as you touch him.

‘Just some bangers down by the river,’ he says, vague.

‘Hurt anywhere else?’ you ask.

‘Check me over and see,’ he says, an invitation.

He’s ready for the kiss you press on him, sliding his arms around you, hands warm on the gap between your top and leggings.

You lose yourself in his kisses, only realising he’s walked you backward when your back hits the glass.

The cool press of the window against your shoulder blades is a startling contrast to the warmth of him.

Shit, why’s he so warm?

Jimin’s more insistent than usual, you can feel his erection, already rock solid, nudging at your core even between your layers of clothing.

He grunts, fingers tugging at the zipper down the front of your top, working your breasts free, hands cupping you possessively, pinching your nipples.

You’re aware anyone could walk in but you’re struggling to care, at least whilst Jimin’s hot mouth is pressed against your skin and he’s murmuring filth to you as he touches you.

You’re the one who ends up tugging your leggings down. They’re barely at mid thigh before Jimin’s surged forward, entering you to the hilt in one stroke.

‘Shit, Jimin,’ you gasp. It’s tight like this, your legs pinned together.

‘Turn,’ Jimin commands.

He pulls out, turns you, one hand cupping your cheek so your face doesn’t hit the glass, the other pressed into the small of your back so your hips are angled perfectly for him to enter you again.

He fucks you hard, drilling you into the glass, cock gliding in and out of you at a pace that makes stars form behind your eyelids.

You’re not wet enough but the friction adds to the thrill.

Your nipples tighten harder against the cold of the window.

‘Look at you,’ Jimin groans. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.’

His hand kneads the flesh of your ass, squeezing so hard you know he’s going to leave handprints.

He groans again, long, drawn out, into the back of your neck as he spills.

You’re stil recovering when he turns you around again, drops to his knees, pushes his head between your thighs.

He looks up at you, flushed, breathless still from fucking you, eyes dark as he licks up into your cunt.

He hooks his hands over your bared thighs, parts you with his thumbs, and laps at your clit.

‘Jimin,’ you gasp.

‘Yeah, fuck,’ he moans. He’s flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue, slow circles, fingers sliding into you, curving, pressing.

You can see his come leaking out of you, dripping down his hand as your cunt spasms around his fingers.

He keeps up the pace, fingers moving in and out of you, lips suctioning at your clit, and your fingers tighten in his hair as you come.

He moans like he loves the taste of you, licking at your arousal until your knees weaken.

You get re-dressed in a hurry, Jimin helping you with most of it, shucking off his hoodie and pulling it tight around you.

‘Come on. I’ll put you to bed.’

You’re boneless from your orgasm, weary from the stress of the last few days.

You lean on him as you head back up to Seokjin’s apartment.

Jimin waits, seated on the edge of your bed as you take a shower, pulls back the covers so you can get in.

You grasp his wrist as he gets up.

‘Where are you going?’ you ask, sleepy.

‘I’ve got more to do, princess.’

Jimin presses a kiss to your forehead.

‘It’ll be over tomorrow, ok?’

‘Yeah?’

You’re so tired you can barely keep your eyes open.

‘Yeah. Promise.’

You want to ask more but you’re asleep before he leaves your room.

***

You love the view from your office, in the nighttime but also on days like today, when the sun blazes bright, laying out the city before you.

In the distance, the silhouette of Mount Samo.

It always reminds you of Seokjin.

Seokjin had asked you to back down from the deal on the Jamsil land, just until he could ‘take care of things’, but your board meeting’s been planned for months.

The success of the acquisition was meant to be the cherry on the top of the cake, the final step in proving your worth to the company.

You’d tried, at dinner last night, to articulate to Seokjin how much you needed this, but had found yourself too close to tears for comfort.

You think maybe at the end he’d understood.

You breathe in, slow, trying to get your head in the game before you face your board.

Your PA buzzes with a reminder.

You take one last look at Mount Samo in the distance and turn.

Time to go.

The walk to the meeting room’s never felt so short.

Everyone rises when you enter.

You scan the sea of faces around the U-shaped table and are about to sit when the glass door swings open.

The murmur through the room makes you turn sharply.

Your brother, tall and broad and exquisitely coiffed, walks up to stand beside you at the head of the room.

All eyes are on you, but Seokjin doesn’t seem affected in the slightest.

He leans over, and says, simply, ‘I was wrong.’

You search his gaze, and realise how wrong you were to think Seokjin has no idea what you’re going through.

The realisation makes warmth course through you.

You compose yourself enough to say, ‘That’s why our parents left the company to me, brother.’

The laugh you share makes the tension ease in a way it hasn’t in days.

You turn back to your board.

‘Let’s begin.’

***

The meeting is a success.

Maybe you’re just flying high off the reaction to your report, but you think you’ve made a significant step towards proving your abilities.

Seokjin, beside you, loosens his tie as he starts the car.

‘Where are we going?’ you ask.

‘You’ve done your bit,’ Seokjin says, glancing in the rearview as he pulls out of the space he’s parked in.

His jaw tightens. ‘It’s time to do mine.’

***

You’ve never really been on Mount Samo in the day before, and the hairpin bends that Seokjin’s manoeuvring with ease are making you a little queasy.

Seokjin glances at you in the rearview mirror, amusement on his face.

‘I could drive this blindfolded,’ he tells you.

‘That’s not as reassuring as you think it is,’ you mutter, trying to keep your eyes straight ahead instead of gaping over the sheer drop you’re inches away from.

‘What have you got planned?’ you ask.

‘We’ve actually already carried out the plan,’ Seokjin tells you. ‘I thought you’d like to be there for the final part.’

You’re curious, thinking back to the night before, when Jimin met you in the gym and then left because he had things to take care of. You’d never heard Seokjin come back, you’d assumed that you’d been asleep and that he’d been quiet.

For the first time, you notice the dark circles under Seokjin’s eyes, marring his normally perfect complexion.

It strikes you that although you’ve been bemoaning your brother’s lack of involvement in your work life, you know very little about what he gets up to.

‘What did you do, Seokjin?’ you ask.

‘Nothing Hyunjin didn’t have coming to him,’ Seokjin replies.

He shrugs.

‘I set him up to meet again today so he could have a chance to win back the car I won from him the other day. I gave Jimin all the pictures Hyunjin sent me, the threats he sent against you.’

Seokjin’s lips thin into a hard line.

‘Hyunjin’s car’s been captured on CCTV in a notorious spot in Jamsil that the narcotics squad have been monitoring.’

You’re staring at your brother.

‘There are traces of narcotics in the trunk.’

Seokjin blinks. ‘Jimin knows I won the car, but he left with you that night so he hasn’t seen it driven by anyone other than Hyunjin.’

You see what your brother’s done.

You turn to him, realising only now, how carefully he’s been watching you this whole time.

Seokjin’s voice is carefully neutral. ‘This is the kind of thing your big brother gets up to.’

Seokjin doesn’t know about everything in your life, and you don’t know everything about his.

All you know is, he’s your brother, and you can stand up for him like he stood up for you.

You put your hand on his, where it’s loosely curled over the gear shaft.

‘Guess you’re a good big brother after all.’

Seokjin fixes his gaze on your joined hands, throat bobbing as he swallows.

‘I’m the best,’ he agrees, giving you a crooked smile.

***

When you make it to the summit, Yoongi’s already there, peering through binoculars.

‘Hey princess,’ he says, shifting over on the hood of his car to make room for you.

He hands you the binoculars, casual. ‘Check this out.’

You hold the binoculars up, and Yoongi gently pushes you in the right direction, fingers warm under your chin.

The scene’s a few hundred feet down from the summit, and for once you’re not distracted by the vertiginous drop.

There’s Hyunjin’s distinctive car flanked by a tactical team, all clad in distinctive blue and yellow jackets over bulletproof vests.

Hyunjin, hands above his head.

A flash of blonde hair you’d know anywhere.

Jimin cuffing him and guiding him to an armoured van.

Beside you, there’s the clink of a lighter as Yoongi lights a cigarette.

You lower the binoculars.

‘I guess that’s that.’

Seokjin lowers his own binoculars.

‘Guess so.’

‘Your boyfriend’s a good cop,’ Yoongi remarks.

‘He’s not my boyfriend,’ you reply.

Yoongi’s dark eyes fix on you with interest, but all he does is hum, noncommittal.

It’s barely a quarter of an hour before a car pulls up to the summit, parks beside Seokjin’s.

Jimin steps out, still in his regs, a sight for sore eyes.

He looks tired, but he smiles when he sees you.

‘We’ve got him,’ he tells you.

‘We saw,’ you say.

‘I’ve got to go down to the precinct, then they’re sending me down to Gwangju.’

He hesitates. ‘I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. It could be months.’

You reach out and give him a hug.

He smells faintly of sweat and gunmetal, and you think you like it.

‘I guess you should call me when you’re next in town then,’ you tell him, close so only he can hear.

Jimin turns his head, lets his lips brush your cheek.

‘Is that an invitation, princess?’

‘Take it however you want it,’ you reply.

Jimin laughs. ‘I will.’

He gives you a look so heated your skin warms. He nods at Seokjin and Yoongi, gets back in the car.

You all watch him drive off.

Yoongi finishes his cigarette, grinds it into the dirt at his feet.

‘Dinner?’ Seokjin suggests.

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

Yoongi curls his lip at you, that familiar slow smirk that makes your heart skip a beat.

‘Wanna ride, princess?’

Seokjin rolls his eyes. ‘See you guys at the restaurant.’

You guess he really is the best brother ever.

#jimin smut #yoongi smut #jimin fanfiction #yoongi fic #bts smut #bts fanfic

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andy-wm · 13 days ago

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https://youtu.be/V0H6WHcy8UM?si=XcbWmc0CBiDaS4yQ

you got to see this performance right? If so that’s amazing! He did incredibly well.

did he really say though that the crowd were loving they night more than the day before? Isn’t that a big harsh towards Jungkook?

Hey Anon,

Yes I was so fortunate. I can't believe I was there, still pinching myself nearly a year and a half later.

Unfortunately my ability to record while also having a nervous breakdown is limited so my footage is terrible. Please understand.

He was so cute it made my face ache.

According to the english subs on the link you sent Jimin did indeed say something like "you seem to be having more fun today than yesterday".

(I only know enough Korean to order food, get directions, and greet people)

I think we can look at this two ways:.

Maybe Jimin was just being a Slytherin as we know he can be...

But maybe it was simply a generic comment to fill in time while he was fitting his mic. It's not unusual for the artist to say things like "tonight's audience is the best so far" and it could be that type of statement.

I lean toward the latter especially since JK wasn't happy with his performance the previous night. Jimin isn't likely to rub salt in the wounds, he's not a mean person.

The screenshots are from the link supplied by anon and one other that I used to compare translations - see links below.

And yes, i did spend the last 3 hours watching fancams from that concert. What a perfect way to spend a Thursday night.

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#park jimin #Agust D d-day tour #yoonmin tony montana

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patheticallyinfatuatedwithu · 8 months ago

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— satan's spawn ; chapter nineteen!

yu jimin had everything in the palm of her hands. highest grades in the year, promoted as the captain of the dance team, top of the social hierarchy, and close to having the school's hearrthrob— song kang as her boyfriend. everything was sunshine and rainbows, until song kang's supposed sister, kim y/n turned song y/n— a certified hottie pain in the ass steps into frame, no longer the pathetic, crybaby loser jimin knew her as. and the line between hate and love slowly began to blur.

THE SMELL OF CHLORINE AND VANILLA

there was something freeing about becoming one with the water. despite the long years of performing the sport, y/n couldn't help but relish in the way the water grazes her skin and parts its waves for her. she is its sculptor, molding the aqua into her very own city, a city that only she ruled.

as she glided through the water with such haste, she surfaces and reaches for the timer on the ledge of the swimming pool, fumbling to tap the button.

100m freestyle, 52.73. y/n hums, craning her neck to watch as the ripples she created slowly subside, breathing heavily. her eyes trail around the room in a fast motion, checking the time. 5:43 pm. she contemplates staying for a little while longer, before remembering that she was only supposed to stay until 6.

she reckons she'll get a good night's rest.

y/n has always hated crowds. she hates how everyone's packed together like sardines, barely leaving any room to breathe in. everyone's pushing, and loud, and aggressive, and trying to push to get to the front. she stays outside the perimeter of the huddled up crowd.

y/n muttered strings of curses under her breath, slipping the phone in her pocket as she clutches her duffel bag for dear life. she circles around the crowd, trying to look for an entry into the backstage that the crowd hasn't already blocked. aha!

she slips through the barrier with ease, paying no mind to the group dancing to eminem's the real slim shady on the makeshift dancefloor in the middle of the field.

oh, fuck. kang forgot to mention how crowded the backstage is, too. y/n's eyes flick from person to person, scanning the whole room for her step-brother. a job that shouldn't be hard with her height proves to be difficult, raising her chin as she walks past countless teams, gripping the duffel bag's strap tighter as countless of eyes fell on her.

with her eyes too busy scanning the room and legs that walked on autopilot, she was bound for trouble. and that trouble just happened to be bumping into the last person she needed for it to be. yu jimin.

the shorter girl was dressed in a black, oversized shirt that contained a photo of cat on the front, and light green pants. her hair was tied up into two pigtails, with a headband to top the whole outfit off. jimin looked good, and she knew it. she looks at y/n with wide eyes, and the taller girl is suddenly aware of her outfit.

y/n had sported a black, long sleeve compression shirt paired with a black sweatpants, and she gripped the strap of her bag in a vice grip.

jimin's lips struggled to get a response out of her system, her usual "get out the way, nerd!" response met its demise on her tongue. is this even the same person? that kim y/n? now she gets why people go for the nerds.

her eyes meet y/n's and she only realised then how close their proximity was, when the smell of chlorine and vanilla to mask the smell wafts into her nose. jimin hated the smell of chlorine. one of her exes used to be a swimmer, and she'd remember the pungent smell of pool water when she'd meet up with him. yet she doesn't mind it on the girl in front of her. it rather fits her, she thought.

jimin absentmindedly blinks her eyes when she heared go min-si's voice through the open flaps of the tent, and bumped shoulders with y/n as a hurried last minute bitchy move, strutting down the line of competitors.

y/n breathes out a heavy sigh of relief the moment jimim had gone, shoulders slumping as she massaged her temples, relieved that her highschool bully didn't try to stir a pot of drama. "oh my fucking god."

after a hectic amount of time wasted on looking for kang, y/n found herself outside the perimeter of the crowd once again, eyes mindlessly trained on the men the performed gasolina on stage. she was so out of it that she didn't notice yeonjun approach her, placing a wicked hand on her shoulder, successfully earning a shriek from the girl.

"what the fuck, yeonjun?!"

"i thought you weren't coming?"

y/n grumbles, crossing her arms and trying to even her erratic heartbeat from the jumpscare in deep breaths. "kang needed his jacket and i went to drop it off for him. thought i'd stick around to see what the fuss is all about with this whole dance competition thing."

"and how is it so far?"

"shit. i don't get why people would want to sacrifice air and personal space just to see a bunch of people dancing." y/n deadpans, watching as the crowd cheers and the team on stage finishes.

"you know they can breathe, right?" yeonjun raised an eyebrow in amusement, lips lined into a smirk.

"yeah, yeah. whatever. i bumped into jimin on the way to kang too. i was scared shitless." y/n scrunches her nose, glancing at a cackling yeonjun.

"did you- i bet you shit your pants!" he wheezes, continuously landing smacks on the agitated girl.

"you don't get it! she literally stared at me with those laser fucking eyes! i swear to fuck i thought i was about to combust into a pool of blood beneath her gaze!" y/n replies, tugging at her damp hair that danced with the breeze. "i was eye to eye with a demon, yeonjun! it's a miracle that i'm even able to stand beside you right now."

yeonjun loses his composure, using y/n as a wall and leaning all his weight onto her, making unflattering noises and coming to a halt when kang appears on stage again.

"and now, give it up for aespa!"

yeonjun glances at y/n in silence as a remix of sexyback and are you that somebody? played.

ouhhhh something is brewing...🧙‍♀️

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lesbiansloveseokjin · 10 days ago

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day 370/548 of jimin's military service

this selca was posted on 171009

#i cant remember my tag for him #bang si hyuk #maybe???#bang pd #171009 #jimin #jimin military countdown

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aricastmblr · 10 months ago

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Jungkook se une a Michael Tam en los estudios SiriusXM NY Studios para interpretar "K-Pop Superlatives".- 240312 Entrevista (en otra pregunta jk contesto y recordé cuando jimin dijo lo mismo X)

🗣 Quien sería más probable que llore durante una película? 🐰Yo! Cuando hay escenas particulares, especialmente las que tienen que ver con familias, rompo en llanto.

via SiriusXM app http://sxm.app.link/JKSuperlativesX

SIRIUSXM X 12Mzo 2024 It's time to get to know OT7 a little better 💜 Michael Tam sat JK down for a game of SiriusXM K-Pop Superlatives! Watch the full interview here: https://sxm.app.link/JKSuperlativesX @siriusxmkpop

siriusxm siriusxmkpop immichaeltam instagram sale jungkook It’s time to get to know OT7 a little better 💜 @immichaeltam sat JK down for a game of SiriusXM K-Pop Superlatives! Watch the full interview at the link in bio. #ARMY #BTS #Jungkook https://www.instagram.com/p/C4bbVDVOF3I/

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Jimin hablando cuando fueron el y Jungkook a ver Avengers que Jungkook lloro mucho

jk-Aun así, diré que Endgame Avengers (para Marvel)

jm-aunque Jungkook-ie, que estaba a mi lado, estaba llorando a mares

jk- Así es, lloré mucho

jm-(Coco)

jk- (Avengers: Endgame)

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cherrywrecked · 11 months ago

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virgin — yu jimin & uchinaga aeri x reader.

cw: threesome. pwp. rinselle is drunk. tagalog / filipino smut. noncon! oc is a virgin.

note: hi, guys! it's kyna mia!! (yes, i decided to change my name. my friends already know how much i hate the name kyna, so yeah.) i've been gone for so long, i apologize. i'll try to be more active again. for the meantime, here's the audiz draft i've had for months now! also, i've made a twitter account. let's be mutuals there!

tangina, gusto ko lang magpahinga, pero bakit ganito? hindi ko alam ano'ng nangyari, sobrang bilis...

“giselle, ano ba! tama na, lasing ka.” natawa lang si giselle sa mga salita ko. “pag ako, hindi pwede pero pag si karina, nalilibugan ka, ganon ba 'yon? ha?” napangiwi ako sa sakit ng sampal niya sa mga suso ko. hindi ko alam kung ano'ng mararamdaman ko—pero yung katawan ko, tuwang tuwa sa pag lamas ni karina at ni giselle sa mga suso ko.

“h-hindi! lasing ka. lasing kayo, please... tama na.” naiiyak ako. ang bastos ng ginagawa sakin ng dalawang 'to. hindi ko na nga napansin na nahubad na pala ni karina pati ang panty ko. namalayan ko nalang nang maramdaman ko ang mga kamay niyang binubuka yung mga hita ko. “ayaw ka ng ayaw diyan, pero yung puke mo ganito na kabasa para samin, ha?” marahang tinapik tapik ni karina yung puke ko at totoo—rinig na rinig sa tunog ng mga tapik na 'yon kung gaano ako kabasa. “puta ka ba, ha? pinagpapantasyahan ka namin, binabastos ka na, libog na libog ka padin?” natawa ang dalawa at wala na ako'ng magawa kung hindi umiling at i-deny ang mga akusa nila sa'kin. pero alam naming tatlo na tama sila. na para nga ako'ng puta kasi nasasarapan ako sa mga haplos nila.

wala na ako'ng nagawa kung hindi umiyak at tanggapin ang pambabastos na ginagawa sa'kin ng dalawa. pinanood ko kung pano maghubad si giselle sa harap ko bago niya pinunasan ang mga luha sa mata ko at hinalikan ang mga labi ko ng dahan dahan. “you'll be okay, angel. masasarapan ka sa gagawin namin ni rina, mhm? trust us.” except i already do, it's just... virgin ako. i've never had someone touch me before.

pero tama si giselle. i should... trust them. before i could even reply, karina already had her lips on my pussy. hinahalikan niya ng dahan dahan yung mga labi ko... “r-rina...” i whimpered out, trying to push her away, yet i could feel my cunt get wetter every time her lips touched my clit. parang naging go signal ata ni karina ang pag ungol ko ng pangalan niya. bigla nalang niyang ginamit ang mga dila niya at dinila-dilaan ang pagkababae ko. hindi na 'ko makapag isip, i just wanted to feel more. instead of pushing her away, i found myself pulling her in more, pressing her face down on me. “tangina, ang sarap. sige pa, rina. dilaan mo pa— fuck.” natawa si giselle sa mga salita ko. napatingin ako sakanya which only made her caress my cheeks and whisper against my ear; “nakakalibog ka.” before she dipped her head down to my chest and hungrily sucked my nipples. palit palit ang mga labi niya sa dalawa kong utong at halata naman sa kung paano 'to tumigas at sa mga ungol ko na nasasarapan ako.

giselle pulled away only to get rid of her clothes. rina did too before they switched places. giselle was now in between my legs and karina was hovering my face, her bare cunt barely brushing along the tip of my nose. ang bango—hindi, hindi! mali, maling mali 'to. i harshly turned my head to the side and karina didn't seem to be pleased by that. hinawakan ni karina ng madiin ang aking mga pisngi at hinarap ako ulit sakanya.

“dila.” her voice was low and commanding. i didn't budge. “ilalabas mo yang dila mo o hindi?” isang sampal ang binigay ni karina sakin at sa takot, wala na ako'ng ibang nagawa kung hindi ilabas ang dila ko na dali dali namang idinikit ni karina sa basa niyang puke. naiiyak ako—i feel so hopeless, yet hot. i don't want this, yet i know, i want more. feeling karina's wet cunt all over my mouth and tongue while giselle played with mine, it was too much.

hindi ko alam ano pumasok sa'kin, but i found myself sucking on karina's clit, which she liked. malakas na ungol ang lumabas sa mga bibig ni karina. nakatingin lang ako sakanya, putangina, sobrang ganda ng mga suso ng kaibigan ko. “sige pa, tangina. labas mo dila mo." sabi niya habang nakatingin sakin pababa. i locked eyes with her as i did what she wanted me to do. it was only then when she started bouncing up and down, as if riding a dick, instead of my tongue. "ah, puta, ang ganda niyo parehas." rinig kong bulong ni giselle bago niya sipsipin ang tinggil ko. napaungol ako ng malakas. it seemed to have an effect on karina too, my moaning. she started shaking on top of me and strings of profanities escaped her lips. her hands also found its way on my hair and pushed herself into my face more, and more, and more.

hindi na 'ko makahinga, but karina didn't seem to care about that. i wrapped my lips around her clit and started to suck on her sensitive muscle as she rode my tongue. it didn't take long for her until she started squealing. malalakas na tili na may halong ungol at mura kadugtong ang aking pangalan ang lumabas sa mga labi ni karina habang nanginginig ang kanyang katawan habang nilalabasan. ramdam kong tumulo ang mga katas niya sa muka ko bago siya bumaba at hinalikan ako na ibinalik ko naman. hindi nagtagal nang maramdaman kong lalong naging sensitibo ang katawan ko. my body jerks as she flicked on my clit. bawat haplos ng daliri ni giselle at pagsuso niya sa tingil ko, napapa ungol ako ng malakas sa mga labi ni karina.

“lalabasan ka na?” natatawang sabi ni karina, tila nangaasar. “sagot.” malalim ang boses ng dalaga habang pinaglalaruan ang mga utong ko na dahilan ng lag tayo ng balahibo ko. wala ako'ng nagawa kung hindi tumango kasabay ng isang malakas na hiyaw nang biglang pinalo ni giselle ang puke ko. paulit ulit niyang sinampal at basa kong hiyas bago hinalikan ito ulit. hindi na 'ko makapag isip ng tama, everything feels so overwhelming yet good.

nanginig ang aking mga hita at napa arko ang likod ko nang bigla ako'ng nilabasan. “tangina! ang sarap, ang sarap! fuck, fuck, fuck.” strings of nothing but profanities escaped my lips as i came all over giselle's face while karina calmed me down with kisses all over my chest.

binalot ng mabibigat na hinga ang kwarto at walang nagsasalita saming tatlo. hindi pa nagsi-sink in sakin ng buo yung nangyari, pero sigurado ako'ng nahimasmasan na sa pagka lasing tong dalawa. tatayo na sana ako, pero dalawang kamay ang pumigil sakin. napatingin ako sa dalawa kong kaibigan, they had this playful yet knowing smiles ln their faces. “hindi pa kami tapos sa'yo.”

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redrose10 · 4 months ago

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Hi I love your works ❤️❤️ I want a fic with yoongi with #26 and #34 propmts

I wrote this as a part two to this one. I hope that’s okay!

#26 It was you the whole time

#34 I might never get another chance to say this

Warnings: Angst, one swear word

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The ride to the airport gave you a lot of time to think. You thought a little about your new job and your new home. Mostly you thought about Yoongi. You wondered how his wedding reception was going. Jin was probably dancing on top of a table already which made you laugh at the thought. Hopefully Yoongi was having fun.

You knew he probably realized you had left, you just hoped he wasn’t too upset about it. Your phone was still turned off from the ceremony, but you knew once it was turned on you’d have dozens of notifications from him. The thought of telling him beforehand definitely crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to ruin his big day much to the dismay of Jimin who had actively tried to convince you tell him not only about your new job, but also your love for him.

You thought it was better to quietly sneak out just like you did and handle the consequences of your actions afterwards while you were thousands of miles away from him.

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“Where is Y/N?”, Yoongi asked walking up to Jimin, “I haven’t seen her since the ceremony and she’s not answering her phone. She always answers when I call.”

Quickly Jimin took a big gulp of his drink trying to buy a few more seconds, “Uhhhh bathroom. Yes she went to the bathroom.”

“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

“Well she drank a lot and has a small bladder. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Yoongi glared at Jimin making him feel uncomfortable.

“Ooohhh is that calamari?”, Jimin said before using the distraction as an excuse to quickly run away. Yoongi let out a long sigh as he ran his hands through his hair for probably the fiftieth time before getting an idea.

First he checked on his new wife making sure she was okay and letting her know he had to check on something real quick.

Once he was in a private room he took out the letter you had handed him earlier. He knew he promised not to open it until the next day, but you also promised to always answer his calls so if you can break promises so can he.

Gently he unfolded the paper. His heart skipped a beat as he read,

“Yoongi,

I’m so genuinely happy for you on your big day and I wish you and your wife nothing but happiness and joy for the rest of your lives which is why I’ve chosen to do what I’ve done. I’ve accepted a job offer thousands of miles away. I left right after your ceremony. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you beforehand. I just didn’t want to cause you heartache right before one of the happiest most important days of your life.

Ever since that day at summer camp when you made me a new necklace because mine had broke…I knew I loved you. I have loved you more than anything for so many years which is why I had to let you go, even if it meant sitting there and smiling as I watched you profess your love to someone else. Please don’t be upset with me and don’t let this ruin the celebration. Take care of yourself Yoongi.

Until we meet again some day,

Y/N”

By the end of the letter Yoongi was shaking. He stormed out of the room and made a beeline straight for Jimin shoving him in the shoulder, “You knew didn’t you?! You knew she was leaving and didn’t say anything. How could you do this to me? How could SHE do this to me?!”

“I’m sorry, but she made me promise.”, Jimin said hiding behind Namjoon who was trying to mediate and calm the situation.

“Unbelievable.”, Yoong scoffed before heading to the bar ignoring all the concerned looks.

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“Thank you”, you smiled accepting the coffee from the barista. You had a little time to spare so you decided to get a much needed coffee and a snack before your flight. Finally deciding to switch on your phone you sighed as notification after notification popped up, all from Yoongi.

His name popped up on your screen once again as another call came through. Deciding you weren’t ready to deal with that yet you turned your phone off again and put it back in your bag turning your attention back to your coffee.

It seemed that everyone on your plane decided to get in line to board at the exact same time only adding to your already irritated state. Finally after what felt life forever the line started moving.

You only took a few steps before you felt someone grab your arm. Your crankiness coming out in full blast made you pull your arm out of their grasp and spin around, “Look buddy, you’re going to have to wait in line like everyone else…Yoongi?”

To say you were shocked to see him standing there would be an understatement. He was still in his tux. His hair no longer neatly styled and his cheeks were rosy either from drinking or running, maybe both you weren’t sure.

“Yoongi what are you doing here?”

He took out the letter and pushed it against your chest, “Did you mean what you said in this?”

“You weren’t supposed to read that until tomorrow. You promised.”

“Yeah well you promised to always answer my calls so I guess we’re even.”

You rolled your eyes feeling your annoyance building, “Yes I took a new job and I’m moving.”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”, he spat back.

He pulled you off to the side away from prying ears, “Did you mean what you said about loving me?”

Unable to look him in the eyes you nodded.

“Fuck Y/N, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

The line for your plane was moving faster so you picked up your carryon bag, “Look I have to go Yoongi. I’ll call you when I land and we can talk then.”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your arm once again pulling you closer, “Y/N please, If I don’t say this now I might never get another chance to say this.”

You dropped your bag once again giving him the chance to speak.

“I love you Y/N. I’ve loved you ever since that same day at camp when your face lit up after I handed you the necklace. I’m sorry I’m an idiot and never told you. I was scared and didn’t want to loose you as a friend so I buried my feelings deep down and tried to find love elsewhere, but I can’t loose you now. I need you. I need you here with me. It was you the whole time.”

You shook your head, “Yoongi you just got married.”

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s the innocent one in all of this so I’ll apologize and make sure she’s taken care of. Honestly I think she was kind of suspicious anyways. Please Y/N. I’m so sorry it ended up like this, but I need you to know how much I love you and I want you.”

You bit your lip trying to prevent your tears from falling but it was no use. You shook your head before picking up your bag again, “I’m sorry Yoongi. I can’t be the one that breaks up your marriage. We both made our choices and now we have to move forward with them. Take care of yourself. Go home and enjoy your new married life. I’ll be okay on my own.”

Taking a deep breath before you turned around and hurried over to the gate making it at the last minute. The flight attendant checked you in and stepped aside for you to enter.

You turned around to give Yoongi one last look feeling your heart shatter at the sight of him with his hands in his pockets as tears fell down his cheeks. He nodded and gave you a familiar forced smile before you turned around hearing the door close behind you.

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dreamwithlost · 5 months ago

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UMA ÚLTIMA VEZ

Karina x Fem!Reader

Gênero: Sáfico, smut, leve fluff e angst

W.C: 3K (Sim, estava inspirada)

Avisos: Eventual smut, fingering, oral (Não sei colocar avisos, perdão)

ᏪNotas: Tenho 3 pontos a levantar aqui: 1- Isso não era para ser um smut, mas as coisas foram indo KKKKKK... Daí eu me senti confortável o suficiente para escrever meu PRIMEIRO smut (?), então, aí está!. 2- Estou lendo muito romance de época ultimamente, então acho que por isso, apesar de ser uma história atual, minha escrita ficou um pouco pendida para essa coisa mais frufruzenta, todavia eu gostei! Espero que gostem também ♡. 3- Vambora.

Naquele dia, as discussões triviais sobre as maiores dores que uma pessoa poderia sentir na vida pareciam ainda mais insignificantes. Era curioso como raramente se mencionavam sofrimentos que não fossem físicos nesses debates. Contudo, naquela tarde, ao segurar o convite de casamento dourado de Yu JiMin, ou melhor, Karina — Como gostava de ser chamada — com mãos trêmulas, você percebeu que, pelo menos para você, não haveria dor maior do que perder o amor de sua vida.

Sem conseguir pensar com clareza, você cancelou todos os compromissos, fez uma mala às pressas e entrou no carro, dirigindo por cinco horas ininterruptas até a casa da Yu.

Seus pensamentos começaram a se organizar apenas quando os olhos amendoados dela apareceram ao atender a porta.

— Karina — Um sussurro escapou de seus lábios enquanto observava a nova tonalidade nas madeixas da mais velha. O tom de loiro platinado parecia se encaixar perfeitamente com a sua beleza etérea.

— Você? O que... — Karina questionou, olhando ao redor como se estivesse sendo seguida. — O que está fazendo aqui? — Finalmente conseguiu completar, mas uma resposta tardou a sair de você.

O que... O que estava fazendo ali?

A loira tomou seu braço, puxando-a para dentro da residência. Você permaneceu onde foi deixada, estática na porta agora fechada, observando os passos ansiosos de sua... amiga? Tudo que conseguiu fazer foi levantar o convite de casamento que havia carregado durante todo o trajeto em sua mão.

— Você vai se casar? — A pergunta saiu mais como um suspiro.

— Oh — Karina exclamou, interrompendo sua movimentação ansiosa e finalmente fixando o olhar em você — Sim, irei me casar com Kyung.

Você sentiu seu coração apertar ainda mais com aquela afirmação, embora já esperasse por ela. Conhecia o rapaz em questão, esbelto, alegre, e sucessor de uma grande empresa na área da beleza, assim como ela.

— E por que me enviou o convite?

— Porque não queria fazer isso sem que você soubesse, parecia errado — Ela respondeu com uma indiferença desproporcional ao peso daqueles sentimentos, desviando o olhar e caminhando para a cozinha como se nada estivesse acontecendo.

— Você não pensou o quanto isso me machucaria?

Um riso breve, tingido de deboche, escapou da loira enquanto você a seguiu até o cômodo ao lado.

— Por que te machucaria? — Questionou, concentrada no copo de água que servia a si mesma.

Era verdade... Havia essa circunstância que, em meio ao turbilhão de sentimentos, você havia temporariamente esquecido.

Vocês haviam vivido um romance secreto por algum tempo, após se conhecerem na empresa onde trabalhavam. Karina, a filha do dono e herdeira de uma das mais renomadas marcas de cosméticos da Coreia do Sul, e você, embora gerente, uma mera funcionária em comparação. Não foi a primeira vez que você se interessou por uma mulher, mas foi a primeira vez que algo além do desejo floresceu em seu peito ao beijar aquela tradicional e ingênua garota. Não recordava exatamente como tudo começou, mas lembrava-se de um medo e ardor crescente em seus olhares a cada vez que se cruzavam. Tornaram-se um casal excepcional, daqueles que todos sonham em ser um dia. Ela lhe ensinou o que era ser verdadeiramente amada, e você, o que era ser livre.

No entanto, no fundo, ambas sabiam que aquilo jamais poderia durar. Quando Karina sugeriu que lutassem pelo seu amor, anunciando-o ao mundo, você não foi capaz de destruir a vida brilhante da garota dessa maneira. Foi a primeira a verbalizar aquela verdade cruel, o elefante no meio da sala. As palavras duras que proferiu ainda ressoavam em sua mente, a forma como afirmou não amá-la do modo que ela esperava — embora, na verdade, sentisse até mais do que ela poderia imaginar —, as lágrimas escorrendo por sua pele macia, o sorriso amarelado que a deu, desejando-lhe o mais perfeito e belo futuro.

Afinal, o que poderia oferecer a ela? Uma vida mediana, cercada de sensacionalismos que sairiam nas manchetes, e o olhar reprovador de sua família?

Você imaginou que conseguiria viver longe dela, deixar que seguisse o fluxo natural de seu destino, ser feliz com algum homem à sua altura, que pudesse tratá-la bem e amá-la ao menos metade do que você a amava, dar a dignidade que ela merecia. Mas ao receber aquele convite, você percebeu que não conseguiria.

Não conseguia perdê-la assim, deixando seu coração partido, com aquele ódio falsificado.

— Me machucaria porque eu te amo mais do que amei qualquer outra pessoa em toda a minha vida, Karina — Você confessou, dando um passo em direção à loira, sentindo uma lágrima solitária escorrer de seu olho ao finalmente poder dizer aquilo. E observou as íris trêmulas e marejadas da mais baixa lhe fitando mais uma vez.

Você se aproximou mais um pouco, estava apenas alguns passos de distância, quase capaz de tocá-la, quando a loira recuou, se afastando e lhe fazendo parar ali mesmo, próxima à pia, percebendo o medo ou desconforto. Sentiu um déjà-vu como da primeira vez que ousou se aproximar da empresária.

— E por que está me dizendo isso agora? — Karina questionou, seu rosto avermelhado tentando impedir que as lágrimas escorressem. Ela nunca havia sido boa nisso, mas lhe surpreendeu ver que havia melhorado, e agora era apenas você que se desmantelava em lágrimas. — Por que não disse isso quando eu gritei aos quatro cantos do mundo que lhe amava?! — Ela exclamou, batendo uma das mãos sobre a bancada de madeira do recinto.

— Eu não queria acabar com a sua vida — Você argumentou em meio às lágrimas. — Achei que conseguiria ficar longe de você — seus pés insistiram em dar um novo passo em sua direção. — Que poderia viver sabendo que provavelmente me odiava.

— Então por que decidiu atrapalhar tudo agora? Por que está me maltratando dessa forma? É você que não pensou em como isso me machucaria — A primeira lágrima escorreu por sua pele acetinada, apesar de sua voz ter voltado à calmaria que aparentemente havia adquirido.

Você respirou fundo, absorvendo as palavras da garota. Afinal, ela estava certa, você sempre foi boa nisso, tomar as piores decisões possíveis.

Por que diabos você estava ali?

— Você tem razão — Murmurou, planejando cada sílaba que saía de seus lábios com uma clareza dolorosa, tomando consciência de suas ações na mesma velocidade em que falava.

Era quase como se a justificativa que proferisse para a mais velha fosse também a resposta para o apagão que a levou até ali. Apesar do trajeto longo, era como se tudo fosse uma nuvem de fumaça, e sua alma tivesse retornado à Terra apenas quando aqueles olhos brilhantes do anjo daquela casa lhe tocaram.

— Eu só não podia deixar que você subisse ao altar sem saber a verdade, sem saber que te amo — Você finalmente entendeu o que desejava, e pela primeira vez, não se arrependeu. — Não podia te entregar a outra pessoa assim, sem que soubesse que daria minha vida por ti, que — Você fez uma pausa, se aproximando da bancada — Que você pode se casar com o homem que for, mas serei eu, a mulher que mais te amará em toda a sua existência. — Vocês estavam cara a cara agora. — E que serei a pessoa que mais terá medo, no mundo todo, de te perder.

— Você nunca me perderia — Karina ousou sussurrar, se permitindo participar daquela sessão de confissões como se um peso tivesse sido tirado de seu peito. — Eu sempre serei sua, mesmo quando você, sem querer, acabou com a minha vida naquela noite em que terminou comigo — A loira umedeceu os lábios. — Mas eu… eu não posso mais... Tenho...

— Eu sei — Você a interrompeu, colocando uma de suas mãos sobre a dela, repousada na madeira escura. Você já sabia o que ela diria. — Eu não vim para pedir que abandone tudo por mim mais uma vez — Você acariciou as costas de sua mão, concedendo o desejo daqueles dedos finos, entrelaçando-os com os seus.

— O que você veio fazer aqui então? — Ela questionou, apreensiva.

— Te pedir para ser apenas nós duas, uma última vez.

Era isso, o desespero, o arrependimento e o amor inconfessável que ainda a consumiam levaram você a tomar aquela decisão impulsiva, a viagem que parecia interminável, guiada apenas pela esperança de uma última chance, uma última palavra, uma última noite.

Karina olhou para você, seus olhos revelando um misto de dor e desejo. Por um instante, o tempo pareceu congelar, e vocês estavam de volta àquele primeiro beijo roubado na sala de reuniões, às risadas cúmplices e aos sussurros apaixonados. Ela hesitou, mas então, suavemente, assentiu.

— Uma última vez — Murmurou, deixando-se envolver pelo sentimento que nunca havia realmente desaparecido.

Naquele momento, nada mais importava. Você sabia que, independentemente do que o futuro reservasse, aquela tarde seria eternamente gravada em sua memória, uma chama ardente que jamais se extinguiria.

Vocês tinham muito a compartilhar, tantas histórias não contadas, pequenos segredos triviais que a ausência e a distância haviam cultivado. Contudo, nenhuma palavra foi proferida antes que seus lábios se encontrassem em um beijo arrebatador. Seus olhares se cruzaram, e o mundo ao redor desapareceu, envolto em um manto de desejo e paixão, como se nada mais importasse além daquele instante.

Karina entrelaçou os braços ao redor de seu pescoço, e suas mãos se perderam nas madeixas longas e sedosas dela. O beijo, inicialmente impetuoso, se transformou em uma dança lenta e hipnotizante, suas línguas se encontrando com a intensidade de ímãs que não podiam se separar. Seus corpos, aquecidos pelo fervor daquele momento, se moviam lentamente em direção ao quarto, guiados pelo desejo incontrolável.

A respiração tornou-se um suspiro entrecortado quando seus lábios finalmente se afastaram. Ambas se deitaram na cama, seu corpo sobre o dela, explorando cada contorno com dedos ávidos, apertando os seios suavemente antes de descer pela cintura e quadris. O cropped rendado de Karina, que revelava seu umbigo, foi deslizado para cima por sua mão, e retirado com uma lentidão deliberada, cada movimento uma promessa silenciosa de prazer.

Você traçou uma trilha de beijos de seu pescoço até os seios desnudos, ouvindo os suaves arfares da Yu, que puxava seu cabelo, os olhos cerrados em êxtase. Por um breve momento, você interrompeu os beijos e ergueu o rosto para contemplá-la, os olhos encontrando-se em uma troca silenciosa de desejo e necessidade.

— Não devíamos ter começado conversando? — Você perguntou com um sorriso ladino.

— Depois a gente conversa — Karina murmurou, sentando-se ligeiramente e deslizando as mãos até sua camisa, incentivando-a a tirá-la também. — Primeiro, eu preciso de você.

Com um leve tremor de antecipação, você removeu sua camisa, sentindo o ar frio contra sua pele quente, e lentamente também retirou o sutiã preto. Karina observava cada movimento seu com olhos intensos, cada gesto alimentando a crescente tensão entre vocês. Ela se ergueu lentamente, os olhos fixos nos seus, ambas ajoelhadas sobre os lençóis, e semelhante a sua ação anterior, começou a traçar uma linha de beijos pelo seu peito, descendo devagar, como se estivesse memorizando cada centímetro de sua pele.

Os dedos dela exploravam seu corpo com uma delicadeza que contrastava com a intensidade do momento. Seus lábios desenhavam um caminho de fogo que queimava de desejo. Quando ela finalmente alcançou sua cintura, o mundo pareceu parar.

Com um movimento suave, Karina deslizou suas mãos até a borda da sua calça, desfazendo o botão com uma habilidade que fazia seu coração acelerar ainda mais. Você suspirou quando se deitou, e sentiu o tecido deslizar por suas pernas, observando a loira também retirar seus trajes de baixo; logo estavam ambas despidas, envoltas apenas pela luz suave que iluminava o quarto.

Você voltou a subir na mulher, seus dedos brincando, desenhando uma linha pelo corpo dela, da clavícula até os quadris, antes de se inclinar e retomar o caminho de beijos, explorando cada curva com devoção. O som suave dos suspiros de Karina enchia o quarto, uma música que alimentava seu desejo.

Ela puxou você para mais perto, suas mãos deslizando por suas costas, os corpos se moldando um ao outro com uma maestria que parecia quase surreal. O calor crescente entre vocês era insuportável, uma chama que ameaçava consumir ambas, mas nenhuma de vocês queria que aquilo terminasse. Os beijos se tornaram mais profundos, mais urgentes, enquanto suas mãos exploravam cada centímetro de pele com uma fome insaciável. E assim, naquele quarto iluminado pela luz suave do sol poente, duas almas se encontraram e se fundiram, em um encontro que transcendeu o tempo e a realidade.

Com cada movimento, cada toque, a atmosfera ao redor de vocês se carregava de uma eletricidade palpável. Seus lábios ansioso, logo deixaram um rastro ardente pela pele dela, descendo lentamente até alcançar o ponto onde seus corpos se encontravam em um íntimo entrelace.

Você suspirou contra a pele de Karina, sentindo o calor irradiar dela, o desejo palpável em cada respiração entrecortada. Seus dedos começaram a deslizar suavemente pelas coxas dela, sentindo a maciez e a firmeza enquanto se aproximavam cada vez mais de seu destino. Os olhos de Karina estavam semicerrados, a expectativa brilhando neles enquanto ela mordia levemente o lábio inferior.

Com delicadeza, seus dedos deslizaram para dentro da intimidade dela, encontrando-a já molhada de desejo, enquanto seus lábios brincavam suavemente com seu clitóris. Karina arqueou as costas levemente, soltando um gemido baixo que fez seu coração acelerar ainda mais. Você começou a mover seus dedos com uma lentidão provocadora, explorando-a com a precisão de quem conhecia cada ponto sensível, cada lugar que a fazia tremer de prazer.

O ritmo começou a aumentar gradualmente, cada movimento provocando uma reação visceral de Karina. Seus gemidos se tornaram mais altos, mais clementes, enquanto ela se movia ao encontro de seus dedos, buscando mais daquela sensação inebriante. Seus lábios se moveram para os seios dela, beijando e chupando os mamilos com uma intensidade que arrancava novos gemidos de suas cordas vocais.

Com a mão livre, você segurou a dela, entrelaçando seus dedos enquanto a outra se movia mais rápido, pressionando e acariciando com uma precisão que fazia Karina tremer de prazer e angustia sensual por não poder levar uma de suas palmas até a brincadeira mais abaixo. O som da respiração pesada dela e o clamar do seu nome em um sussurro desesperado encheram o quarto, criando uma sinfonia de desejo e entrega. Seus olhos se encontraram mais uma vez, e você viu a rendição completa neles, o desejo puro e bruto que a consumia. Seus dedos se moviam com uma destreza crescente, cada toque, cada pressão meticulosamente calculada para levar Karina mais perto do abismo.

Você acertou o ritmo de sua mão, sentindo o corpo de Karina se arquear em resposta, seu próprio desejo crescendo ao presenciar o dela. Seus dedos se moviam com destreza, cada toque, cada pressão, meticulosamente calculada para levar Karina ao ápice.

E então, com um último e profundo movimento, Karina agarrou-se ao colchão, um gemido alto escapando de seus lábios enquanto o prazer a dominava completamente. Seus olhos se fecharam, e por um momento, o tempo pareceu parar, capturando aquele instante de êxtase puro, uma memória que ficaria gravada em ambas para sempre.

Ainda ofegante e com o corpo tremendo das ondas de prazer que a consumiram, Karina abriu os olhos lentamente, encontrando os seus. Seus lábios ainda estavam entreabertos, um sorriso satisfeito surgindo enquanto ela reunia forças para mover-se. Com um gesto gentil, ela empurrou você para deitar ao seu lado, os corpos ainda entrelaçados no calor daquele momento.

A loira suspirou, ainda sentindo os resquícios de seu primeiro clímax do dia pulsarem por seu corpo. Ela se virou para você, seus olhos brilhando com uma combinação de exaustão e desejo renovado. Com uma expressão determinada e sedutora, Karina começou a explorar seu corpo com as mãos, seus dedos ainda trêmulos de prazer, mas firmes em sua intenção.

Eles deslizaram suavemente pelo seu abdômen, traçando linhas invisíveis, enquanto ela se aproximava mais. A respiração da Yu ainda estava pesada, os olhos semicerrados, mas sua determinação era clara. Ela começou a acariciar sua pele com toques leves, quase provocadores, antes de descer lentamente até sua intimidade.

Você sentiu um arrepio percorrer sua espinha quando os dedos de Karina encontraram seu ponto mais sensível, começando a se mover com uma lentidão deliberada. Seus dedos exploravam com precisão, cada movimento calculado para provocar uma reação intensa. A mistura do toque suave e da firmeza em seus gestos fazia seu corpo reagir imediatamente, um gemido suave escapando de seus lábios.

— Ainda quer conversar primeiro? A gente pode — A mais velha sussurrou maldosamente em seu ouvido, todavia você a cortou, afobada, antes mesmo que terminasse.

— Tem muitas formas de se conversar né — Brincou, deslizando uma de suas mãos até a dela em seu intimo, lhe incentivando a não parar.

Karina riu de forma gostosa com aquela resposta, e ainda recuperando-se de seu próprio êxtase, parecia determinada a devolver a intensidade que havia recebido. Seus dedos se moviam com mais confiança, aumentando gradualmente o ritmo, enquanto ela observava cada uma de suas reações. O prazer crescia em ondas, levando você mais perto do clímax.

Ela se inclinou para beijar você, seus lábios encontrando os seus em um beijo profundo e apaixonado, enquanto seus dedos continuavam a trabalhar com destreza. O som de suas respirações pesadas e os gemidos de prazer preenchiam qualquer mal entendido que um dia puderam ter, uma sinfonia de desejo e entrega mútua.

Karina sussurrou palavras de encorajamento em seu ouvido, seus dedos movendo-se com uma intensidade crescente, guiando você habilmente em direção a um orgasmo. Cada movimento era uma promessa silenciosa de prazer, cada toque uma declaração de seu desejo por você.

Finalmente, o clímax chegou como um golpe avassalador, seus corpos se arquearam em uníssono enquanto você se entregava completamente ao momento. Seus gemidos se misturaram, criando uma melodia de prazer compartilhado que parecia ecoar infinitamente no quarto.

Era como se a certeza daquela ultima vez juntas, além da tristeza que poderia lhe embargar, fazia com que qualquer outro sentimento fosse ainda mais intenso. Sem precisar de palavras, vocês sabiam que aquele dia seria eternamente lembrado, um momento de conexão profunda e apego incontrolável.

Você não precisava mais temer, pois Karina se lembraria eternamente de seu amor e seu toque, assim como você se lembraria dela.

— Talvez quando formos velhinhas… — Você sussurrou, totalmente embargada pelo prazer que ainda sentia pulsando por seu corpo.

— Como em Evelyn Hugo? — A loira questionou, sendo agora ela a ficar por cima de ti, brincando com seu corpo desnudo.

— Sim, mas com um final menos dramático — Afirmou, puxando-a para mais um beijo.

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