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fairyshuuu · 5 years ago

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diamond freckles | baekhyun

.summary. you love him, he knows that much. and baekhyun could give you everything. so why does it bother him so much that you have male friends? .word count. 7k .pairing. ceo!baekhyun x reader .genre. smut + fluff

.warnings. mature language, semi-public, public, oral .author’s note. this is the promised smut for the taste of gold!! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it too. if there’s any typo’s..... i don’t really care sorry

You swallow and swirl your drink in your glass again, before putting it down to press your hand to your face in embarrassment. Your laugh slips through the cracks anyway, as you lean into yourself and shake your head with a smile. Sehun raises his fork again and tries to maneuver the food closer to you without spilling it, wearing a big smile himself. When you lower your guard enough, he swoops in and dangles the food so close to you that you can only open your mouth and let him feed you.

As soon as he pulls away you smack him in the chest, making him burst out laughing. His eyes turn into little moons, cheeks puffy and childlike. From your other side, Bea turns and giggles, petting you on the head and rubbing her hand over your shoulder. You turn with a fake glare. “What are you two doing?”

“We have been ordered by the big boss to take care of you,” Bea grins, also scooping food and trying to feed you. You push her hand back down with a squeak of her and cause some of the rice grains to scatter on the beautiful, rose-colored table cloth. Some of your coworkers send smiles in the direction of the end of the table, and laugh along.

Sehun suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulder though, and pulls you close to him so he can hover his lips next to your ear. “Now we have a reason to baby you. Not that I need one because I already pay for your coffee every time but,” he motions his spoon at the far end of the table, “if I don’t Mr. Byun might fire me on the spot.”

“Okay,” you straighten up in your chair and glance between your two friends, “but I don’t need to be babied. Just be yourselves. You were never like this before so I don’t know why you’re acting so strange now.”

Bea clears her throat and lifts her brow at you, a funny expression on her pretty face. “Yeah, but you’re getting married now. To a billionaire.” With that she turns your head towards the far end of the long table, right at your fiancé. Baekhyun is sitting surrounded with some of his business partners, only few of them younger then fifty. You smile. Baekhyun looks— for lack of a better mental image, bored out of his mind. He’s doing a very professional job of hiding it, but you know him too well by now.

It’s not been that long since the boss has been joining the lunch meetings, but you’re glad any time he does. That way you get to see him more often and make sure he’s eating well. Normally, you two send each other winks and looks from so far across each other, but tonight Baekhyun doesn’t seem in the mood. He’s most likely forced to pay attention to what is being said.

You poke out your tongue to wet your lips for a second as you watch him. He looks amazing tonight, though this doesn’t surprise you anymore. Your to-be husband still looks good after three days of no sleep and about 75 cups of coffee. His hair is much softer of color than when you first met him, the caramel color having faded to a light washed blond that has stuck around for a long while now. His dark blue, velvet suit looks crisp and smoother than smooth, making his shoulders look immaculately masculine and his body muscular.

You wish for a second he would give you a single glance, but you also know that a business like his doesn’t run from playing around and so you settle on pouting as you entertain your friends. Towards the end of dinner, Baekhyun seems to say his goodbye’s to some of the old men at the end of the table, and stands up. From the split second you catch his eyes you can tell something is wrong. Baekhyun’s sharp gaze is piercing, lingering ever so long on Sehun’s arm where it’s wrapped around your shoulder still.

Without another word you watch him make his way out of the painfully expensive chairs and toss his napkin down, and out the room with robotic steps. Bea notices too, and pushes Sehun’s arm off your shoulder. “You’ve pissed him off, Hun!” she points, pulling her lips into a sharp line. “I already told you that you always overdo it with the touching. My boyfriend got pissed too, when he saw you hanging all over me.”

Before Sehun can give the no doubt, snarky response to follow, you interrupt and sigh. “I don’t think it’s that. Baekhyun’s not the jealous type. Things must have gone wrong with the discussion, or something.” At that, Sehun’s eyes soften. He pushes his plate away a little to put his elbow on the table and leans his face into his hand.

“You should probably go see him,” he says, eyes finding yours again.

Though you nod, you pick up your fork again. “I will, in a bit. Better to let him calm down first. Besides, it’s rude for an employee to just get up during the middle of lunch and leave.”

“You’re not any old employee though,” Bea points out, stuffing some shrimp in her mouth.

“I’m just as much of an employee as you guys are.”

Lunch happens to take a while longer than expected. And because Heaven’s Gate employees have such weird schedules, it’s not abnormal for people to have drinks at 4 in the afternoon. You’ve never been much of a drinker, so after a two shared bottles you’re already a little tipsy. You and your co-workers end up having a good time, and you start to understand why Bea likes the lunches. Baekhyun takes great care of his employees. When everyone finally starts to clear out, you decide it’s time to go.

You stretch out and pick up your bag, only to find three missed calls of your fiancé. Confused, you wave your friends a quick goodbye and head out into the hall. When you dial back, you come onto voicemail, and run your hands through your hair. Why is he not picking up now, that man is always on his phone? You look at the time, and pull your lip between your teeth. It’s only 5:07 right now, he should still be at work.

You sigh and toss your phone into your bag, before making your way over to the elevator. Baekhyun— though a sweetheart, has a tendency to become quite the drama queen when people— or more particularly you ignore his calls. You brush it off as nothing more and step into the elevator to find your way to his penthouse. But by the time you get to the thirteenth floor, he’s already waiting for you. Well, he’s waiting for the elevator, you just so happen to be in it. “There you are,” you sigh. “Why are you not picking up your phone?”

Baekhyun has the decency to look surprised, but enters the elevator without saying a word to you, much to your confusion. He steps into the overly expensive room and presses two buttons, before leaning his back to the wall and staring at the ground. You frown. It’s obvious that something is bothering him, but it’s hard to tell with Baekhyun sometimes and so you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest and stare at him. “What are you doing, Byun Baekhyun?” you question.

He lifts his eyes for a second, but looks toward the door just as quickly, straight up ignoring you. You’re not one to start a scene, you’re really not, but you really don’t like people ignoring you. Baekhyun knows this. So instead of getting fed up like he clearly wants you to, you roll your eyes and look at the front as well, listening to the soft elevator music instead. You arrive at his destination quickly, and watch as he makes his way out of the elevator, shoulders bunched up and squared.

He must be stressed out. You follow behind him without another word and walk over to his penthouse doors, to which a small dismissal sound comes from your fiancé. He looks over his shoulder with a frown and sighs. “I’m just here to pick something up. Don’t follow me.” As he makes his way through the door he tries to push it closed behind him, but you’re too quick. For being this many years older than you, he sure likes to act like an overgrown child sometimes.

He luckily gives up quickly and stomps away just a tad too loud, to go find whatever it is that he needs. You sigh and wait by the door, staring at him as he moves throughout the space that has come to feel like home in the last year and a half. He walks fast and makes a huge mess, by which you can tell he’s upset. He normally doesn’t act like a borderline diva, though he has the amount of money where people wouldn’t be surprised if he did. It leaves you to wonder what happened and what could possibly have gotten him that upset.

When he finally comes back to the door, one of his car keys in hand, he stops in front of you and has the nerve to raise his eyebrows at you. You were going to let him rage out, but now you don’t feel like it anymore. “Will you stop acting like a child and tell me what’s going on?” you bring out, frowning now. Baekhyun’s jaw ticks as he looks down at you, and with a swift move he brushes past you to get back to the elevator. You turn around though and grab at his hand.

Baekhyun sighs, and runs his free hand over his face. “I don’t feel like it.” He seems to look apologetic for a second when you let go of him, before looking away and getting into the elevator. When you follow behind he pushes the button of the ground floor and you two travel down in silence. He chews his lips, before finally uncrossing his arms and looking over at you, though still with eyebrows knitted together. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

You glance at him, back pressed against the wall and eyes sharp and analytical. You hates it when he uses his business attitude on you. “I was talking to my friends at dinner and my volume was turned down.”

Baekhyun scoffs then, and looks away. “Right, you were talking to your friends.” He fishes his phone out of his back pocket and holds it up for you to see. Your face is looking back at you there, and Baekhyun’s lips pushed to your cheeks. “For over an hour.”

“I really was,” you sigh, waiting for the doors of the elevator to open. Luckily most employees would have gone home by now, but you still don’t want to make a big scene in the welcome hall of the most prestigious homing chain in all of Asia. You just hope that he settles down a little.

He doesn’t. His cheeks ever start to color a little with how angry he’s getting at this point, though he’s doing his best to keep the business-like pokerface on. “I know, that’s the problem. Why are you always spending more time and effort on other guys?” When the lifts dings he grabs your wrist and drags you behind him, only stopping until you two are out into the chilly afternoon air.

Your eyes widen at his words though. “You cannot be serious,” you laugh, out of annoyance or surprise you don’t quite know. This isn’t like Baekhyun, and so you can’t believe him making such a big deal out of nothing. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Don’t try to turn this into a game. I’m really fucking serious!” he sighs, clenching his jaw again and letting go of your wrist. With a wave to the bellboy, he tosses the car keys over to him. Only then does he meet your eyes again, irises dark. “We only have so much time to spend together and you can’t even set aside half an hour to see me after my meeting? Why does it always have to be me putting in effort? You don’t put in any effort at all, even though I do everything in my power to come see you.” With every word he steps closer to you, until you’re reaching out to put a hand over his mouth and he steps back and down a stair angrily. You don’t mean to shush him, but he’s being extremely overdramatic.

When you open your mouth to respond, Baekhyun jumps in yet again, voice now almost at shouting level. “And why the hell were you talking to Sehun for so damn long and why the hell was he whispering in your ear?!”

“Baekhyun!” you bring out, glaring at him from under your lashes. That’s enough.

At your call, Baekhyun pouts and takes your wrist again, leading you down to the driveway where you can see his lights appear from the distance. “I can give you everything you could ever want,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. “Sehun sure as hell can’t, I’ll tell you that. Do you need me to tell you his paycheck?”

When the car rolls up, you break your hand out of his strong grip and shake your head at him. “You know I never cared about any of that.”

“Yeah, but you should care about me.” He stares at you for a long while, and you can only look at him in disbelief. You do care about him, more than you care about anything or anyone else. Baekhyun breaks your look by walking around the back of the car and opening the driver’s door. He rubs his hand over his brows, before sighing. “Get in the car.”

And though you’re mad, you do. You refuse to become the petty child. After you slam the door of his Rolls Royce and you hear Baekhyun wince at the sound, you press your face against the glass and look out instead. The drive is quiet for the first time in a long while, filled with only the sound of his breathing steadying out and the movement of his hands on the wheel. When you drive past some of the familiar streets of Gangnam, you swallow. “Where are we going?” Your apartment is the other direction.

When Baekhyun doesn’t immediately respond, you look over at him. The sun that’s lowering behind the horizon casts a pretty orange glow on his face, peeking past his profile as he drives. He takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look over at you. “I’m taking you somewhere.” His grip tightens on the steering wheel, and almost as an afterthought he mumbles something else. “I’ll show you why you shouldn’t flirt with other men.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” you say, glaring out the window now. How can someone you love so much make you so damn mad sometimes? It’s almost as if he’s doing it on purpose. You know he’s not though, he can’t stand arguments.

“Yeah, well… it bothered me anyway,” Baekhyun grunts, voice lowering as he takes a left and speeds onto the highway, letting the engine roar.

Even though you know you should just leave it, you open your mouth again. You could blame it on the alcohol later. “Maybe that’s your problem and not mine.” When you feel Baekhyun’s eyes pierce into the side of your face, you tutt your lips. He shifts gears and rests his hand there, face moving between you and the road. If there’s one thing Baekhyun’s really not good at, it’s confrontation. If he can be annoying, so can you, right? It’s not like you’ve been trying to solve things the entire time. “You should work on it, people will start thinking you’re spoiled if you keep acting this way.”

This really makes Baekhyun mad, you can tell by the way his hand moves from the shift to link into yours. His grip is almost vice-like, as if saying that he’s had enough now. A wordless warning on his part. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” You’re done too.

“Just get me out of this stupid car. I wanna go home and hang out with Sehun.” Baekhyun’s fingers twitch where they are intertwined with yours, getting even tighter if that’s possible. You play with the edge of your black pencil skirt instead of looking at him. “At least he knows how to treat someone he cares about.”

Baekhyun almost chokes. “What did you say?”

“I said: At least he knows how to treat a woman!” Your shout bounces around in the car. With one move you pull your hand out of his and lace your own together in your lap. Baekhyun just scoffs and presses down on the gas more, passing over the bridge far above the maximum speed. You don’t say anything else, choosing to watch the cars as you speed by them with a loud roar of the overpriced machine.

After driving for a good ten minutes you get to a calmer part of the city, and Baekhyun suddenly slows down and maneuvers to the right. He stops the car along a sidestreet roughly, making the both of you slam forward. Then he gets out and opens his door, staring you down from his upright position. You notice that his cheeks are flushed, and that he’s still clearly mad. You’ve since calmed down a little though. “Get out the car,” Baekhyun says, eyes hard and piercing as he regards you.

Though you feel like questioning him, you do as he asks and get out, before crossing your arms over your chest. He then lifts his one brow and clenches his jaw, staring you down over the roof. “Get into the back seat and take off your clothes. And you better hurry up before I come help you.” Now this, you should have expected. The few times you’ve had fights— and they’ve been scarce, he’s always been like this. When he’s really, really mad, he needs comfort in a way that only him bossing you around can fill.

You blink at him blankly for a second, but yank open the back door and get in. It’s not anywhere near dark yet, and the windows are not nearly as tinted as you’d like them. But now your anger has subsided, you want to make up, and you know this is the way Baekhyun likes to do it. So you kick off your shoes and shimmy out of your skirt. With a few swift hand movements you rid yourself of the white top as well, and take a deep breath. For some reason you didn’t think of this while you were being rude, and now you know you’ll have to face the consequences.

A tingle pools in the pit of your stomach when the door opens, and your to-be husband pokes his head inside. He looks you up and down slowly, catching that you’re wearing some of his favorite lingerie. Normally this would bring a smile to his gorgeous lips, but right now he’s not up for games. He looks over his shoulder to the main road which is only a good twenty feet away, and then licks his bottom lip. “Good. Now come here and open your legs, baby. I’m going to show the entirety of South Korea who you belong to.”

This— you don’t expect. You’d literally be in open view of any drivers passing by. Your eyes widen at him. “Baekhyun, people could take pictures.”

“So what? Everyone can know how pretty you look when you cum on my lips for my part.” His slim hands wrap around your thighs and pull you forward, making your butt rest right at the edge of the seats. You squeak. He opens your legs smoothly, and ducks to throw them over his shoulders. Like this you can feel his breath on your core, as you bite your lip. This must be the dumbest idea he’s ever had. “Pick me a safe word,” Baekhyun whispers, before starting to place kisses along your inner thigh, from your knee to the edge of your underwear.

You swallow and grab onto the leather of the driver’s seat. “Sehun,” you whisper quietly, watching as Baekhyun’s face twists from confusion to amusement until a darkness settles in his eyes. You’re going to suffer, and you honestly can’t wait.

“You naughty, little brat,” Baekhyun smiles, gliding his index finger along your clothed slit. “What would your friend do knowing he’s being mentioned when you’re getting fucked by someone else, huh?” His lips press kisses over your underwear and up to your belly button as his finger plays along the edge of your panties, before pulling them from your skin to let them slap back. “Who made you this wet, Y/N?”

“You did,” you swallow, free hand gliding through his hair to tangle in it.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and I can already slide my fingers in you.” He places another kiss at the edge of the fabric and pokes out his tongue to look up at you, before his finger slides underneath the pretty piece to collect the wetness that’s coating your underwear. “Don’t you like it a little too much, being exposed like this?” His soft kisses turn more violent, adding teeth and leaving marks on your soft skin. “Or are you just this crazy about me, huh?”

You whimper when his one finger starts gliding up and down, just brushing your clit every so often like a tease. “Both,” you say, voice pathetically affected already. It’s like you’re conditioned to him, Pavlov’s dog has nothing on you. Already, your body is tingling with the knowledge of what is to come next. While his slim finger continues his slow attack on your core, his other hand comes to grab your thigh, tightly. “Ah,” you moan when he bites the inside of your leg particularly hard, body jerking a bit, “fuck, Baekhyun.”

In one smooth move he removes his body from yours to slide your panties down your legs, cold air quick to nip at your skin. Then his body is back to cover yours from the direct view, though if anyone were to drive by— it would be very clear what is happening. You guess you’re in luck this street is somewhat desolate. His lips draw you away from worry when he places a soft kiss there, followed by another. His hands lift your hips into a more comfortable position and then in one smooth move his licks up from bottom to top.

He pulls away too soon, and only brings more cold tingles to your body. When you want to tangle your fingers in his hair again to pull him closer, Baekhyun shakes his head with a grin and pushes your hand away. “Nuh uh, bad girls don’t get to touch,” his voice is lithe, but deep nevertheless, eyes reflecting the same intensity there, “find something else to hold onto.”

When you pout, he looks back down and squeezes your soft skin between his fingers. He gives in and bends back down to give you another kitten lick, before he settles his lips around your clit and sucks sharply. You immediately twitch because of it, and grab onto the leather of the seats. His sucks go from hard to softer, and back again as his one hand comes up to toy with your entrance.

Long fingers slide just in to slide back out, making you whine in anticipation. You should have kept your mouth shut. Baekhyun’s mouth then sinks lower, tongue now giving deeper and harder licks and kisses. Though you can’t see it, you can imagine him with his chin dripping with your juices, all while still dressed in his ridiculously expensive suit. The thought makes your legs clench tight, which makes Baekhyun chuckle against you.

His fingers now find the place where his mouth was earlier and brush soft circles over your clit with his thumb. His tongue and lips suck and lick and eat you out so busily that a loud slurping rings through the silence of the car. You can’t hold it anymore, and grab at his soft hair, pulling his face even closer. Baekhyun moans a little at the pull, movement stuttering just slightly. He could be mad, but chooses not to. Instead he just opens your legs more with his free hand and gives you a little nip. “Ah- sh- Baekhyun!”

Your body is warming up quickly, sweat sticking your back to the leather and skin erupting with goosebumps. His mouth doesn’t give up for a second, only motivated more by your sounds, as well as his fingers. His tongue moves in and out of you along with the movement of his thumb, now roughly flicking your clit— fast and hard. The coil is your belly is already rolled so tight, you know it can’t take much longer before you come. His mouth is so warm and wet against you, and yet your body feels tingly cold. The temperature difference is enchanting.

When you wince at his touch, Baekhyun laughs again. He pulls back a little to look up at you from under his lashes. “This is a better view than I have normally,” he presses licks and kisses to your bottom lips in between the words, fingers now moving back down to fully slide in you. You can’t help but moan at the sudden fullness, finally having something to clench around. “Eating your wife out in full view of the sunset,” he continues, wrapping his tongue back around your over-sensitive bud.

He adds a third finger inside you as he thrusts them inside, making the car shake from the movement. You bite your bottom lip— hard, and open your eyes to watch his handiwork. His hair is sticking just slightly to his forehead, lips red like cherries and as you expected, lips and chin smeared with your juices. When he sees you looking, he removes his lips from you to poke out his tongue, and pull as much of it as he can into his mouth. You moan again and jerk your head back at a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.

“I’m not your wife,” you say, trembling at his nibble around your clit. Your entire body is beaming now, coil so tight that you’ll get there any second. Baekhyun must be able to feel it, since his lips and hands get more eager. At your words though, he pulls out his hand to your great dislike, and sits up to look at you. His eyes are dark, though his cheeks are flushed and lips are parted slightly.

He moves quickly to lean into the car and lay his body over your naked one, thigh pressing sharply in between your legs. The changed feeling of friction makes you whimper, hips rubbing up and down the fabric. Baekhyun hovers his face just above yours and grabs your jaw between his two fingers, before smiling at you. His lips brush your ear. “Not yet, no. But soon enough, you will be. And I can’t wait to get to treat you like a queen all day long.” He flexes his thigh for you and moves it up and down along your slit as he kisses your lips gently.

The sudden shift is intoxicating, as well as the taste of you on him. His tongue tangles with yours for just a second, before you need to pull away to breathe. “F-fuck, baby, I’m so close.” Baekhyun’s one hand finds your breast and slides underneath the garment to pinch your nipple as he smiles, clearly enjoying your already-fucked-out expression. Your lips parted to get in enough air, cheeks bright red and eyes barely able to hold open.

“I’m going to make you come on my lips and fingers, and then again on my cock. And then I’m going to drive you to my house and make you come again, against the wall, okay?” At this point you are so far gone that you can only shake your head wildly, clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline. Not that he has to ask, he owns you anyway. Baekhyun moves back down for you, not bothered in the slightest by the wet patch on his suit, and wraps your legs back around his face.

His breath is hot now, your body just about trembling with how past ready you are. When his lips slide back in place around your clit and his fingers back inside you, you can feel the coil start to unravel. Two more thrusts and you’re coming with a scream and your fingers tangles sharply in his hair. Your back lifts from the leather, curling into his touch more. “Mh-Baekhyun!” He doesn’t stop while you shake through your orgasm, heat washing all over you and your vision going white. Only when your legs stop trembling so hard and when your noises quiet does he stop moving.

He pulls his fingers out of you and dips them into his mouth instead, cleaning them off with his tongue entirely. Then he stands up and smiles down at your pathetic pout. “My turn.” He zips down his pants under your hazy gaze, suit ruined because of the dirt and your juices. But he doesn’t take the pants off, only moving it out of the way enough to let his hard cock free. His head is red and dripping with precum, veiny from being in it’s confinement for so long. Baekhyun’s probably more aware of where and who he is than you are right now. “Turn around, angel,” he says gently, helping you flip over so your upper body is resting on the seat and your hips can be levelled with his.

You can hear the smile in his voice as he talks, satisfied with your fucked-out reaction. You’re already hanging on a thread and he’s not even been inside you yet. “You remember the safe word, don’t you?” he whispers then, trailing his fingers down your side. You manage a little nod, before letting your cheek rest on the leather. Baekhyun laughs a little at your reaction, before pressing his head to your entrance and sliding in ever so slowly. He stretches you just right, tingling your walls. His cock feels so much better than his fingers do, that you have to grab onto the seat belt for your life. “Tell me you want me,” he says than, stilling fully buried in you.

“I want you,” you murmur, face pressed to the cold leather and knees still weak from before, “I want you so bad. Please, move, Baekhyun.” You regret it almost as soon as you say it because he moves hard— sharply pulling out and slamming back in so that your hip bones slam into the side of the seats and your nails dig into your hands. His body moves in and out perfectly, filling you up every time and sending you reeling. You’re too tired to lift your body up, so your entire top half just moves with the motion and shakes the car in the process.

The cold metal of his pants slapping against your butt only adds to the sharp building in your body, so soon after the other already. Baekhyun’s grip on your hips is vice-like, and when he angles you up a little more, you cry out. “Ah- oh my- fuck, right there! Right there, Baekkie, don’t stop.” He doesn’t. His sharp movements get even harder, if that is possible, his breathing heavy and laboured. At this point your clinging onto that single seat belt so hard that it might snap any second.

“Are you close, baby?” You give a non committal noise that can mean anything, but Baekhyun doesn’t mind. “I’m close too. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pressed his one hand to the small of your back to hold you still, and moans. His other hand moves under your body to rub at your clit again, which is still so sensitive that you have to squeeze your eyes shut so tight it hurts.

“Baekhyun, baekhyun,” you murmur, his hips snapping in you at a vicious pace and not slowing once, “I’m gonna-” Before you can finish the words he squeezes your clit between his fingers and sends you over the edge, body jerking wildly in his hold. Your legs give out entirely, and your ears ring so loud that you can’t even hear yourself anymore. You might be screaming bloody murder for all you know. Baekhyun keeps moving until he too, comes, with a deep grown from deep down. His cum fills you up even more, dripping down your legs and ruining his suit even more.

You two stay like that for a few seconds, before he sighs because of sensitivity and pulls out. His cum mixed with yours drips down your legs, but you’re too exhausted to move, let alone do anything about it. Baekhyun rubs your back gently, before leaning over you and grabbing your skirt from the floor. He uses it to clean up your mess, before tossing it back. You whine a little because that cost a lot, but Baekhyun doesn’t care. Of course he doesn’t. You hear him clean himself up best he can, before he helps you sit up in the car and helps you tug on your blouse. “Tired?”

You look up at him to see his little smile, proud and clearly satisfied with his work. You nod and pout a little, as Baekhyun brushes your hair away from your face. “Okay, nap a little while I drive. We’re almost there, okay?” He closes the back door for you and gets in in front. You stare at him in the rear view mirror, and pull your naked legs close, suddenly feeling cold without his body to cover yours.

“We’re lucky no one saw us,” you mumble as you lean into the door, “that could have been really bad.”

Baekhyun catches your eyes for a second, before giving you a guilty smile. At least he has the decency to look slightly apologetic. “Actually, two cars drove by,” he admits, as your eyes fly open. “You didn’t notice…” he continues, looking back at the road, “but I don’t think they saw. I was covering you anyway.” Though you want to be mad, you’re too tired to. You shake your head at him, but soon you fall asleep against the cold window.

When you wake up, it’s dark out. It’s dark out, and you’re cold, but held against a warm body. Baekhyun’s carrying you bridal style, your cheek resting against his collar bone. You look around slightly. “Where are we?” Even though it’s dark, you’re sure you don’t recognize this place. It’s not your apartment, nor is it his, because you can hardly carry a half naked girl through the middle of Gangnam. Baekhyun smiles down at you when he notices you’re awake and keeps walking.

“You know how I said I was taking you somewhere?” He nods forward then, to the giant house up ahead. “It was supposed to be a bit of a surprise but I guess I ruined it by being moody. I remember you telling me that you’ve always wanted to live near the sea, so I got us a little vacation place.” And sure enough, if you listen you can hear the waves rolling in the distance, crashing against the rocks.

“Little?” you repeat, looking at the giant house as you come up to it now, “This thing is bigger than our houses combined, Baek.” He nods and giggles softly.

“I might have gone a bit overboard.” He walks you up the last bit of stairs to arrive to the door, and looks down at you. “I’m going to have to put you down for a second, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I can walk,” you blush, embarrassment coloring your features. As he puts you down, you wobble a bit, muscles still trembling a little from before. Your bare feet on the stone are ice cold, but luckily Baekhyun pushes the key into the lock soon. As the door opens, the lights automatically come on in the hallway, house pristine and smelling of vanilla. Once again, Baekhyun’s outdone himself in an attempt to show his endless love for you. Your mouth drops open a little as you walk in.

“I know it’s a lot, but the only reason I bought this place is because we have a big garden with privacy and an amazing view. I could hardly make them take down half the house, could I?” When you look over your shoulder at him, he smiles a little and lifts his shoulders. “I’m an idiot, I know. But lets go check out the bedroom for now, okay? You can explore later.”

When he grabs your hand in his and drags you along eagerly, you smile. “Baekhyun, I’m tired. I need energy to go play in the ocean tomorrow.”

He pushes open one of the doors towards the end of the hall and nods, though his eagerness sure doesn’t seem to agree with his words. “Of course, you do. But this is a brand new house. And I think,” he closes the door behind you and dims the light of the room, “it’s missing that personal touch.” The room is huge and beautiful, with a canopy bed and gorgeous windows but you don’t get to see much of it because Baekhyun is in front of you and caging your body to the wall. “And I did promise you three orgasms tonight, so…”

Luckily for him, the nap did help you out a lot. You smile as you grab his chin between your fingers. “What are you waiting for then?” Within a second, his lips are slotted over yours and you’re tangling together again, and this time he lets you push his suit jacket off his shoulders. Baekhyun’s hands are more eager now, unbuttoning your blouse and letting it slide off, so you’re back into lingerie immediately. His kisses are softer now than before, his anger long gone and replaced with the same love and care that you always associate him with. As he starts making up your neck, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe you got this mad because of Sehun. I didn’t know you were the jealous type,” you whisper.

Baekhyun hums, and wraps his arms around your waist tightly as his lips sink lower again. “I wasn’t this mad about Sehun, not really. I- uh.” He stops for a second to pull back and look you in the eyes, a serious glint settling there. “One of my shareholders had the audacity to propose me an arranged marriage with his daughter in turn of a part of his company and part of his stocks.” His hands find your thighs now, sliding your underwear back down and shaking his head. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it, but if he keeps it in it’ll only keep bothering him.

Before you can say anything to comfort him, he’s working on your bra and lifting you up into his strong arms. “And when I told him I have an amazing fiancée who I love, he dared to tell me you didn’t look like much, and that you probably are dating me for my money. That’s why I-” When he looks back at you, his eyes are turned a bit down. He puts you down on the soft bed, and comes to sit next to you.

“That’s why you stormed out.” You nod and help him unbutton his dress shirt, and his pants too. “It’s okay, I’m not offended by it.”

“You’re not, but I am.” When you pull his body to yours by his shoulders, he hesitates above you. “How dare they even think of you like that? When you’re literally the most— the only important thing in my life? If anyone disrespects you like that again, I’ll ruin them.” He looks too serious, too intense for a light moment like this, that you can’t help but push a kiss to his jaw and smile.

“You are disrespecting me right now by making me wait this long, so please ruin me before I do it myself.” At that his lips twitch, before he nods. He peppers kisses all down your chest and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. The other he rolls between his fingers, as he settles his body on top of you. Your hands land on his shoulder blades, nails digging in them to hold him to you. He smiles against your skin when you whimper, and lifts his hips a little to line himself up.

“Anything you wish, my queen.” He pumps himself a few times, before he pushes inside you smoothly. The stretch stings more this time, walls still sensitive. Baekhyun doesn’t hold still and rolls his hips into you immediately, lips finding yours warm and soft. His body on top of you pushes you deep in the soft blankets, as the headboard taps against the wall each time he snaps his hips. You two melt together until you’re coming again, Baekhyun pulling out just in time for his cum to paint your belly and breasts. He falls down next to you and pulls you close, but not before cleaning you off with his Valentino dress shirt.

When you whine at it, Baekhyun laughs and presses a kiss to your nose. “It wasn’t that expensive, don’t worry.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He nods, and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath soft against your skin. “You love it though.”

“I love you,” you agree, wrapping your arm around him to pull him close to you. In this warmth you can already feel sleep overtaking.

“I love you too.” He sighs out long and deep, and then hums. “I’m waking you up tomorrow to go to see our beach, just warning you now.”

“Our beach??”

“Shh, just sleep.”

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singingunderthecurtain · 5 years ago

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Under Wraps — Chanyeol [M]

Smut | Angst Canon | BadGirl!Reader X Park Chanyeol 840 Words I’m sorry if you easily get affected by sad endings, this is not for you. I love pain and I just want to share what my kind of angst is, thank you very much. :D P.S. This is the first thing I wrote in a very long time, please let me know if my skills are beginning to recede. Also this is short but (bitter)sweet hahaha.

Your idle time with him and his love for you is under wraps and you got him wrapped around your fingers

“Yeah… Just like that, don’t stop.”

You whimper as you softly caress Chanyeol’s mop of hair in between your legs. One of your feet outlining his back as well while he’s doing so, so great at eating you out exactly how you like it. His nose, mouth, and tongue buried in between your folds, fingers in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so good, Chanyeol!”

You cry out when a particular roll of his tongue on your clit hits a nerve so good. You tighten your hold on his hair asudden out of your ministration because of his good agility.

Chanyeol knew the moment you start to pull his hair is when you’re nearing your peak so he did what he knows will make you cry out his name. He picks up his pace and fucks his fingers into you so fast that your voice shakes as he does so. And he doesn’t stop until you’re leaking onto his fingers.

Chanyeol swiftly removes his fingers and jumps up on top of you the moment you scream out his name. With your juices glistening on the lower half of his face, Chanyeol dips in to give you a kiss and you love how shameless he is and doesn’t even wipe his mouth before kissing you. The taste of your own pleasure mixed in with his mouth makes your lust even more intensified.

“Fuck, Chanyeol! Fuck me so good that I forget all the other men I’ve ever been with.”

Chanyeol’s forehead creases in with what you said, you know that he knows he’s not the only one you’re sleeping with. He seems fine with it in normal situations, but the fact that you mention it during sex drives him wild. It helps him fuck you like a teenager in heat and sometimes even choke you when he pleases to.

“Say that again, Princess?”

Chanyeol grabs your jaws roughly with his huge hand, to give your neck wet kisses.

“I said, fuck me so hard that I forget any man other than you.”

You whispered with all your might with how much he was holding your neck now.

And to that, he startlingly rams his cock inside of you. Both your hands reach up to hold his wrist with the hand that was choking you already, not too tight but not loose either.

He continues to thrust hard and fast while just looking straight at you with so much fire in his eyes.

He doesn’t seem to get tired, his appetite just seems to get more and more improved the more he continues his onslaught on you.

You’re all mewls and curses as you reach your high and Chanyeol never waivers with his consistent movements. This is exactly what you like about him, he’s consonant and steady.

You like him a lot, you like the sex, you like lying next to him and you certainly like the camaraderie when you’re together.

But sadly, you don’t like him enough to stay.

So you finally stood up, this time just ten minutes after you both reached your high.

You always do that to him, and he is used to you leaving first. Nothing new for Chanyeol.

However, this time, you did not take your time. You did not do what you usually do after he made you cum multiple times during the nights you see each other.

You usually use your phone to check on your SNS for about fifteen or so minutes. Cuddle him a bit and give him a taste of your sweet side for a fraction of a time and then go ahead and leave him hanging, just when his heart is about to burst and believe that you might actually truly love him to go on and take a shower and use his expensive shampoo and conditioner and then leave his flat.

But right now, you’re hurrying to put on your clothes. Not even bothering to wipe yourself clean and just put on your underwear like the stickiness doesn’t bother you. He knows the combination of both your release bothers you a lot when it trickles down your thighs. But today is different and it distresses Chanyeol a lot.

“Not gonna shower?”

He asks carefully, slowly pushing himself up his bed to look at your form properly.

“Nah.”

You stopped putting on your clothes for a bit to answer him nonchalantly.

“Oh—”

Chanyeol’s only response. He was taken aback by your sudden honesty. Usually, you will make up a little lie not to hurt his feelings.

Before you pull open Chanyeol’s bedroom door, looked back at him to inform about your new rule.

“Ah, by the way… Don’t contact me, okay? Wait for my call or text. It depends on my mood.”

You gave him a half-smile and his face fell when you told him what you just said.

“W–why? You hiding a boyfriend somewhere out there?”

Chanyeol joked a bit, to save face.

“Actually, yeah.”

You deadpanned and proceeded to leave, banging the door closed on your way out.

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jkbec · 5 years ago

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Thinking About You (M)

▹Word count: 10.6k

▹Genre: romance, angst, fluff, comedy & smut

[Warning; Swearing, references to drug use, alcohol and sex. Explicit sexual references and scenes. Mentions of low self-esteem and insecurity! If these sorts of stuff trigger you. Please do not read.] ⚠︎

University! au frat boy x female insecure reader (first time) | reupload from the old blog

The Reader is a virgin in this fic. You have had a massive crush on Park Jimin since the very start of University. There is one big thing stopping you from pouncing on him every chance you get and it is this thing called Insecurity. You both are now second-year students who have been building up this obvious sexual tension between the two of you since the very first day you met. You are too shy to act on the building sexual tension until a frat party held by Jeon Jungkook changes everything between you and Jimin. A little liquid courage seems to do the trick!

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys!!! I hope you enjoy this fic! Jimin has been driving me crazy lately.

“Hey, you both look like -totally exquisite tonight! I’m so glad you guys could make it! You both look stunning as fuck...” Taehyung’s lips stretch into a smirk, as he eyes you from head to toe before mimicking his actions to eye your best friend a well. He was very intoxicated and it was nothing new for Kim Taehyung to get totally wasted this early in the night. His heated gaze made you both feel incredibly intimidated. It didn’t help that he was intoxicated and much more confident. You both glance at each other before chuckling in slight discomfort. “Hey, Tae!” You say feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze. “Where’s Jungkook?” Your best friend asks as he moves to the side to let you both enter through the front door of the Jeon residence. “He’s fucking at the back taking shots with Namjoon,” Taehyung says laughing while picking up a red cup forgotten by the TV. “How many shots have they both had so far?” Your best friend asks waving Seokjin who smirks at her before cocking an eyebrow cockily as he checks her out from another side of the living room. "I dunno we lost count after 20." He says completely unbothered by his friends getting hammered right before the party even started and you both nod stiffly in response.

Typical Jungkook.

The smell of pot fills your nostrils and you turn your head towards the living room couch. "Hey, Yoongi! Hoseok!” You exclaim waving at pair enthusiastically. Hoseok and Yoongi pull the joint out from between their lips before blowing out smoke to murmur a quick ‘Hi' to you while smiling. "You guys doing this already?" Your best friend chuckles shaking her head as she crosses her arms. They both glance at each other before coughing out a few chuckles. "Babe we've been fucking high since like 3 pm," Yoongi states proudly before fist pumping Hoseok. You check your watch for the time and you are not surprised when it displays that it's 7:30 pm.

You both roll your eyes and nod your heads before turning back to Taehyung. He grins at you both cheekily before pulling out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, Namjoon just texted me that Marks passed out by the pool. I’m gonna go and draw a few dicks on his face! Fucking prick did it to me last time." He laughs glancing back up at the two of you. You both laugh muttering a quick ‘okay'. "Yeah, but hey you girls have fun tonight alright?" He winks at you both while patting you on the shoulder before making his exit. You both release a shaky breath that you both didn’t know you were holding before facing each other.

“So, what are we doing first?” Your best friend exclaims over the music as she scans around Jeon Jungkook’s living room. You hum in thought before eyeing the alcohol propped up on a table near the kitchen. You both side-eye each other with a grin spreading against both your lips. "Drinks!" You both say simultaneously, giggling like little girls while linking arms as you both made a v line to the table. You exhale silently, resting your body against the corresponding wall near the table as your friend removes her arm to examine the alcohol available.

“This bottle of Vodka Raspberry is definitely Taehyung’s.” She says chuckling as she inspects the bottle. You nod laughing in response before turning your body to face the front door. “These type of parties is always a ‘bring your own’ alcohol sort of thing.” She says while picking up a bottle of Smirnoff before twisting her face in disgust. “This one is definitely Jackson’s. It really says a lot about people’s characters.” She adds making you tumble over in laughter. “I know right. I can’t believe we forgot to buy a bottle of our own.” You mutter scanning the room. “It’s cool, Jungkook always has the bottles we like. You feeling whisky?” She asks which you nod eagerly to in response.

“I can’t believe Jungkook’s throwing another party after what happened last time,” You sigh, watching all the people flood through his front door. Your best friend nods while pursing her lips, as she pours the bottle of alcohol into the red cup in front of her. “Yeah, I know he got into really big shit last time from his mom after Mingyu peed in her antic vase,” She says poking her tongue out in concentration as she grabs the coca cola bottle. You chuckle resting your elbow against a side table in Jungkook’s living room.

“Yeah- that was fucked,” You mutter scanning the room for the sole person you came here for. “Oh look its that girl we hate, oh we hate her too, oh! And her!” You chuckle while shaking your head. “Fucking bitches man,” You complain when they give you a glare as they walk past. “Tell me about it,” Your best friend laughs and you grin in response as your eyes scanned the room from left to right once again only for you to be left in disappointment. You sigh while pouting in dejection when you haven’t spotted him anywhere.

“You know lover boy hasn’t stopped staring at you since we got here,” Your friend whispers in your ear as she hands you a red cup of Hennessy topped up with some coca cola. You ponder over her words as your hand wraps around the cold red plastic cup with a slight flush to your cheeks.

“Who?” You mumble averting your gaze into the cup as you swirled the liquid inside. “Park Jimin, that’s who!” She scoffs at you before rolling her eyes while grabbing another red cup as she started pouring a drink of her own. “He’s here?” You exclaim in excitement, eyes automatically scanning the room for the fourth time since you got there.

"Yes, he's behind us." You straightened almost instantly at her words and she chuckles mockingly at your automatic response of fixing your posture. "Relax okay? You look smoking hot tonight." She winks at you and you force a smile in retort to her compliment. "Well, thanks I guess. You don't look so bad yourself,"

“Why thank you!” She bows sarcastically and you snort in response. She grins at you before gazing behind you and she quickly looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "What?" You mouth at her and she smirks in response, grabbing your arm she pulls you close to her so she can whisper in your ear.

“He’s like biting his lip now; god knows what he’s imagining right now. I told you that the four hours you spent getting ready wasn’t for nothing and I’m so glad we went for the tight black jeans and a low cut shirt.”

"I think you're seeing shit. He’s always surrounded by such beautiful girls. Why would he even look at me?" You mumble pulling yourself out of her grip, before taking a quick sip of your drink which you knew was about 97% alcohol and 3% coke. “Excuse you. You are drop dead gorgeous and you know it. Why would I lie to you? It has been an obvious fact that he is into you.”

“Yeah right.” You murmur before chugging your drink. Trying your best to ignore the tightening you felt in your chest. She pouts folding her hands as she watches you tip back your drink in one go.

“He’s into you (Y/N)! You don’t even know how many times I have caught him staring at you on campus,”

You gag while pulling the drink away from your lips, a drip of the alcohol sliding down your chin. “Bitch, does this beverage even have any coke in it?” You spat, face scrunching up at the burning sensation of the alcohol slipping down your throat. “Sorry girl, you know how we roll,” She slyly winks at you and you chuckle in response, wiping the lone drip on your chin. “Best believe when I make your drink you're going to do a first year all over again for sure-”

“(Y/N)! You promised to never mention that ever again! That night still haunts m- “

"No, but for real is he staring at me? Like for real?" You cut her off as you face her with anticipation as your fingers quickly through your hair. "Yes (Y/n), Yes. For fuck sake, we've been through this so many times already. He's into you. I wouldn’t be getting your hopes up this high if I wasn’t sure." Your best friend sighs while dramatically sliding the palm of her hand down her face as she turns your body to face the said person you both were talking about. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes land on him. Immediately any previous doubt you had in your mind completely vanishes when your eyes meet. He is staring.

He’s fucking staring.

Your heart leaps in your chest as your stomach starts churning, the feeling was almost electrifying as your eyes lock with his. He stares at you with such passion, his eyes clouded over with lust, throat drying as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip before he takes a long sip of his cup, eyes still locked on you. What made you almost choke on your own spit was his slight smirk stretching on his lips, eyes narrowing faintly. He was pure sin and you wanted every fragment of it.

His mouth opens slowly to say something and your eyes widen in expectation, heart thumping in your chest as your breathing begins to get heavy and irregular. Your body jolting in anticipation, you almost don’t feel your friend tightening her grip on your arms from the other sensations rushing through your body.

“Hey Jimin!” His friend Taehyung shouts over the booming music while slinging an arm around his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, Tae bro…What’s up?” Jimin says finally averting his gaze from you to face one of his many close friends Taehyung. He smiles widely, ruffling Taehyung’s hair before pulling him into a brief embrace.

You felt disappointment instantly wash over you.

You were disappointed but at least you could breathe properly again. You raise a shaky hand over your chest as you regulate your breathing. “He was going to say something,” You murmured perplexed to your best friend and she nods assertively behind you, grinning widely in excitement. “Wow. He stared at you for a solid 10 minutes I swear- “

“Why did you turn me around so suddenly when he was looking at us!” You gasp swiftly turning your body back around to glare at your best friend. "Oh, here we go again!” She chuckles lowly, pulling you into a quick embrace, mimicking Jimin’s actions to Taehyung. “First off, he wasn’t staring at us, he was staring at you and secondly I wanted you to see how much he’s into you for yourself bitch. Didn’t you see the way he was eye fucking you?”

“I-I, he was looking wasn’t he?” You mutter face burning as your lips stretch into a wide love-struck grin.

“Yes! He was! You need to have more confidence in yourself,” She comforts you by sliding her hand up and down your back reassuringly. “You’re right…I’m sorry for being so annoying,” You mumble before pouting and she pinches your cheek gently. “You’re my best friend (Y/N)! You’re annoying as shit but I still love you,” She cheekily says grinning at the smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime,”

“I’m not complimenting you- “

“Forget about that, he’s taking glances at you while talking to Taehyung, that’s a really positive reaction (Y/N) you should go women up and talk to him first.” Your eyes widen in horror as your excessively shake your head in denial. “Are you crazy!? I am not doing that. I can’t and I won’t.” She sighs in defeat before glancing over at Jimin, her eyes and mouth open in shock when she looks over to him. Your gaze lingers on her questionably as she looks back at you hurriedly, her mouth stuttering, almost as if she’s mentally panicking. “L-Listen get yourself ready, Jimi- he’s coming.”

“Wait-what? No-but where are you going!?” Your hand slips off her elbow as she winks at you. You watch her strut off horrified. Oh, my goodness. You are quickly patting down your shirt, while running your fingers over your hair, in a pathetic attempt of making yourself presentable.

“(Y/N).”

“Jimin!” You shout a little too embarrassingly loud as you turn to face him immediately. He grins at you and you almost faint on the spot at how handsome he is up close. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” He confidently says eyes raking up and down your figure starting from the tip of your head and ending at your feet.

Your body flushes at his words, you almost forgot how to breathe when his eyes reconnect with yours. "I'm sorry if I interrupted your conversation… I really couldn’t help myself. I just had to come and tell you how stunning you look." He adds ogling at you, his eyes slimming into his signature eye smile as he grins down at you. You blush at his compliments instantly. His compliments were pulling dangerously hard on your heartstrings. You chew onto your bottom lip nervously before jerking your lips into a smile of your very own which was rather bashful, to say the least. Jimin eyes are fixed on your lips momentarily before he’s looking back up to your face and you feel a sweet throbbing sensation in between your legs at catching him in the act of checking you out. You feel the heat of his gaze on your skin and the sexual tension between the two of you becomes more apparent.

All he was doing was staring at you and you couldn’t help the desire you felt for him. The burning sensation you felt in your heart just from the way he was looking at you was setting you completely off balance and you wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours. You averted your gaze to the timbered floorboards underneath you timidly as you shudder under his intense gaze.

“Thank you,” You whisper shyly and Jimin swore on his life he has never seen anything so precious and beautiful in his life. His fingers twitch at his sides as he falters over finally building up the courage to touch you. “Y-You look really handsome tonight. You always dress so stylishly,” you say timidly as he stares at your face tenderly, finally finding the resolve to feel you. His fingers curl under your chin and you almost panic at the warmth radiating off his fingers, as he moves your chin upwards until your eyes met his once again. Jimin sighs in admiration as you gaze at him through your lashes, his own heart hammering in his chest as he swallows loudly. “I’m sorry if I’m a bit awkward.” You don’t know why those words came spilling out of your lips. You felt instant regret wash over you as you watched him furrow his eyebrows at your words.

“No. Please. Of course it’s a bit awkward we haven’t really spoken that much but I really do want to get to know you better (Y/N),” Your eyes widen momentarily before you lean into his touch, Jimin’s smile widens as he watches you, eyes following your expression as he moves his hand to cup your cheek tenderly which you wholeheartedly without any hesitation lean into.

“I really want to get to know you too, Jimin.” You smile, eyes twinkling in joy. You looked so sure and content that he doesn’t hesitate to wrap a cheeky arm around your waist. The palm of his hand pushing onto the dip of your lower back and he becomes almost breathless as he feels the curve. “You know from the moment I laid eyes on you I was very curious about you. I really wanted to get to know you. I couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you.” Jimin teasingly confesses as he ignores the lingering stares of envy from the women around the both of you as the house becomes fuller and fuller with people. You knew Jimin was a straightforward person but this was some next level shit. His openness of flirting with you, set something inside you ablaze as you step forward with his encouragement, your focus now on two things as you feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand over your thin shirt which he tucked brazenly under your jacket.

“baby desperately I need you next to me,”

The music blares through the speakers as couples surround you both on the dance floor of Jeon Jungkook’s annual end of semester University party. Your attention is still on Jimin and Jimin’s attention still on you, as people begin to fill up the dance floor. You wanted nothing more than for this magical moment to last forever but sadly the universe had other plans.

“You know...lately I have been thinking about you too-“

“Hey Jimin you gonna just stand there or what? Get your moves on dancer boy!” Jungkook teases, thrusting a red plastic cup into the ladders hand. His hand your cheek quickly falls and you can’t hide the disappointment on your face as you avert your gaze to campuses star sportsman Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin sighs, eyes narrowing into a slight glare as he raises an eyebrow at Jungkook, lips pulling slowly into a mocking smirk. “Hey, Kiddo what’s up?” Jimin mumbles eyes motioning to you. “Kiddo?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow in confusion before looking to the side, his eyes widening when he notices you.

“Oh shit! (Y/N),” He mutters, looking frantically between you and Jimin. You tilt your head in half shock and confusion as he stretches his lips into a forced smile. “Hey I didn’t you see there man, sorry am I interrupting something?” He scratches the back of his head as his eyes flicker from yours to Jimin’s. You were about to protest when Jimin quickly cut you off.

“Yeah, well you have always been a bit blunt," Jimin mumbles motioning for him to scram which made you chuckle lowly. “Hey, Jungkook! Great party,” You smile warmly and he grins down at you. “Thanks (Y/N)! How are you?” He smirks, sliding a teasing hand down your arm. You stiffen under his touch and Jungkook’s smirk widens. “And wow you look great!” Jungkook smirks checking you out. Jimin feels his blood boil at the scene unfolding in front of him. You stutter a quick ‘I’m good’ and ‘thank you’ as you watch Jungkook leaning towards you nervously. Jimin eyes widen in panic as he scans the room for a distraction. "Hey, Jungkook is someone using your mother's vase as a toilet again?"

"WHAT!?" Jungkook shouts making you flinch in shock at the sudden raise of his voice. He turns around and sighs in irritation, before turning back to face you. "Sorry I gotta go (Y/N)! You have fun tonight alright? Let me know if you need anything.” You smile with a quick firm nod which he returns with a wink before storming off.

“MINGYU WE TALKED ABOUT THIS MATE- “

“He will never ever change, sorry about that,” Jimin mutters under his breath, striding close to you, even closer than he was previously and your heart was back to being tortured by the way he looked and smelt. “I-It’s okay, what were we talking about again?” You ask nervously and his hands were quickly back onto you. This time both hands were clutching your hips, a wide confidently sexy smile painted on his face. “(Y/N),” His voice comes out husky and low. “What do you say we go somewhere more private, just the two of us hm?”

His expression made you weak in the knees and you nodded slowly but sternly and Jimin expression twists into a suggestive one as he smirks at you, hands beginning to travel below your hips and you almost gasp as he lightly skims his hands over your ass, the cup that was in his hands was long forgotten on the side somewhere and you didn’t even notice him putting it down.

“Only if you really want to of course. What do you say? Would you like that?” He murmurs huskily in your ear and you moan lowly at the feeling of his teasing breath caressing your ear, which made you grasp onto his masculine arms in an attempt to steady yourself. “Y-Yes,”

Jimin smirks, blowing hot air over your sensitive skin teasingly, you gasped tightening your grips on his arms. “I-I would… like that… v-very much,” You say between breaths as you feel your whole body flush at the heat radiating off his body to the way he smelt and the way he felt holding you.

“Let’s not waste any more time then. We're getting out of here…” You almost whine at the loss of warmth from his body as he removes himself off you, your disappointment was short-lived though, as he intertwines his fingers with yours, before hurriedly leading to the front of Jeon residence.

“Do you need to tell your friend anything before we leave?” Jimin abruptly stops and your eyes widen in shock at the sudden mention of your best friend. “Oh yeah! I should probably let her know I’m leaving,” You nod your head at Jimin before scanning the house for your best friend. You almost mentally panic when you do not spot her straight away. “There,” Jimin murmurs in your ear before pointing towards the hall.

You sigh in relief when you see her chatting up Kim Seokjin, she makes eye contact with you from across the hall and she smirks at you while giving you a thumbs up and you return her smile happily. “Alright, let’s get out of here,” Jimin grins and pulls you out the front door not very discreetly. Jungkook watches you and Jimin leaving hand in hand, sighing sadly to himself. Taehyung notices this and pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay man,”

“She looked so fucking hot tonight too...”

“Because I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you~”

You giggled happily as you tightened your grip in Jimin’s hand. The last line from the song playing at the party replays in your head as you stare at Jimin with doe eyes. Jimin returns your gaze with a quick kiss to the cheek as he motions you to get in the front seat of his luxurious car.

“Have you been drinking? Will, you be ok- “

“Barely had a sip, don’t worry about a thing darling.” Your heart pounds in your chest at the pet name and you smile widely in return. “Okay, handsome.” You retort tugging onto your seatbelt before clasping it. Jimin watches you in amusement before he starts the car. You feel the sudden rush of nervousness invade you and it was then and there that it dawned on you what you were doing.

Okay, stay calm

You swallow built up salvia loudly as you begin to get cold feet. He was practically a god, with his amazing looks and body. Not to mention his personality was great too. There is literally nothing wrong with him. He doesn’t have one bad bone in his body. You couldn’t help but begin to compare yourself to the girls him and his friends were constantly surrounded by. You knew he wouldn’t judge you or make fun of you but the anxiety was eating you out alive.

Am I really going to lose my virginity to Jimin? Tonight? Will he get put off knowing that I'm a virgin? Omg, what if I'm awful in bed? How many girls has he slept with? What if I can’t compare? Should have done some squats-

“Hey (Y/N)- “You quickly snap out of your thoughts hearing Jimin call out to you and you turn to face him hurriedly and you sigh seeing his worried expression.

"Hey, are you okay? You look kind of... I don’t know how to put it.... like a little bit stressed?" Jimin says cautiously, taking one hand off the steering wheel to caress the side of your face lovingly and you close your eyes in contentment, drowning your negative thoughts to immerse yourself in his sweet touch instead. “I’m okay, just a little nervous that’s all,” You mumble shyly and Jimin grins in response. "It's okay to be nervous, I'm nervous too," He says bashfully and your eyes open in a snap as those words leave his lips.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, I mean look at me-” You chuckle, holding Jimin’s hand against your cheek. Jimin looks a little conflicted as he hears those words leave your lips. “I have been looking at you, shit I have been looking at you for about two years now (Y/N),” Jimin says averting his gaze off the road to take a quick glance at you.

You flush at his words and he smiles in triumph at your embarrassed expression. “I have been looking at you too,” You murmur shyly and Jimin chuckles huskily as he removes his hand off your cheek slowly to grasp the steering wheel. “I know, I’ve been watching you long enough to know you like me. I mean you’re not very subtle,” You bite your lip in embarrassment and Jimin laughs sweetly at your reaction. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my excessive staring...” You murmur, shyly looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

“What are you saying sorry for? It’s cute,” He whispers, grinning from ear to ear as he stares at the road. “I’m anything but that,” Jimin’s smile vanishes at your words and he shakes his head in disagreement. “It’s a shame,” He says curtly and you frown at his words. His words leave an awkward, short silence between the two of you as the radio continues to play music in the background. You stare at him with wide eyes, feeling conflicted and confused at his words, you waited for him to explain his words but you quickly noticed he wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon. He bites his bottom lip as his eyes cloud over in contemplation. “What?” You ask in confusion, quickly wanting to break the silence and he sighs sadly. “It’s a shame, that you don’t know how attractive you are (Y/N),” He says assuredly, a confident glint shining in his eyes as he stares straight at the road ahead.

“You’re the attractive one,” You whisper, turning your gaze to the window. Jimin smiles and mutters a quick ‘no, you are’, before glancing at you. His words for some reason bothered you in the sense they just did not seem genuine enough to be true. You smile falters and Jimin is quick to notice your change in demeanour. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? You seem really distracted…”

“Y-yeah I’m fine, I’m sorry if I’m putting you off or something,” Jimin brakes suddenly as those words leave your lips and your eyes widen in shock as he signals to pull off to the side of the road. “-Wait what are you doing?” You frantically ask as he parks the car, removing his hand off his leather steering wheel to put his gear into park and you almost panic at the sudden halt of your journey to his apartment.

“Why would you ever think that? What made you say that? Me? Be put off from you? Never. Highly unlikely.” Jimin questions turning to face you, face contorting in slight confusion and a mixture of both agitation and worry. “I-I” You stutter shocked at his words, lips opening and closing as you contemplate on what to say. “I find myself to be very off-putting that’s all...” Your voice wavers as those words leave your lips and Jimin looks conflicted. “(Y/N) …” Jimin whispers, unbuckling his seatbelt to face you properly. “You do not put me off, don’t ever say that again. If anything I am ‘turned on’ by you.” He says confidently, before outstretching his hand to switch off the radio. The new silence is almost deafening as you observe him and his beauty. You watch him silently, as you fumble with your fingers nervously. His words sending heat to your cheeks.

“You don’t have to turn that off- “

“Yeah I do, I want to hear you and I want to help you but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” Jimin says sternly, eyes not wavering under your shocked expression. “Jimin it’s nothing really that deep, I’m sorry I made you stop- “

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? You can tell me you know, I know we haven’t spoken to each other for very long but I, I want you to know that you can trust me,” He leans forward towards you carefully, before sliding both hands up to cup your face and to caress your cheeks soothingly. His warmth gives you comfort and you couldn't help but immerse in the way he observed at you at that very moment. You knew he was looking at you for you and you couldn't help but let a quick single tear slip.

Jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of you crying and he mentally panics. “Please don’t cry! Hey, what’s wrong- “

His mouth moves and words are spilling out but you block his voice as you stare at his luscious lips, you threw rationality out of the window because what you did next was a complete shock to both you and Jimin. You just wanted to rush into things and to just completely ignore the negative thoughts from ruining the mood.

You didn’t know what possessed you to kiss him but you knew just had to feel yourself being connected to him somehow. You desperately needed to feel those luscious full lips against your own as soon as possible. You almost mentally panic at Jimin’s stillness but it didn’t take long for him to start kissing you back as soon as he came over his initial shock. He was quick to return your advances with an eagerness you never experienced before or expected.

You are both completely immerse yourselves into the steamy kiss, as he slides his palm onto your cheek, stroking the side of your face gently while he moans erotically into your mouth. You sighed at the sensation of his tongue caresses your bottom lip and you open your mouth wide enough for them to meet. You finally tasted heaven. He caresses your body and you return his caresses with a willingness and impatience.

“S-Shit (Y/N),” Jimin moans lowly, as you slide your hands against his thick thighs and you whine against his lips in response. Right before you could make contact with his crotch his hands a wrapped around yours. You both pull apart, chests heaving heavily as your lungs fight for oxygen. You stare up at him in a haze and he sighs almost painfully as he stares at gorgeously hot expression displayed on your face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You apologise and Jimin laughs bitterly in confusion before he sweeps his bangs out of his face and you watch him run his fingers through his hair in insignificant irritation. You gulp, still panting from the hot make-out session you both just shared as you watched him silently.

He hates me. I screwed up. I don’t know what came over me-

“Please don’t fucking apologise for kissing me (Y/N) because I enjoyed that shit way too fucking much,” He says slowly turning to face you again with a tender expression on his face. “I’m sorry-I mean! Ok!” You bite back a sigh of relief as he chuckles while leaning forward towards you. Quickly placing a long gentle peck against your parted lips before patting your head lightly and you couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment at his actions even though it was definitely a rather innocent act compared to what you both just did. “I didn’t hate a single second of what we just did. In fact, I got a little too carried away there...” He says sternly, a smile spreading across his lips. “I want to kiss you…but I need you to be in the right state of mind. I need you happy. I can tell something is bothering you. Now, please look me in the eye and tell me the truth, what’s on your mind? The only reason I stopped kissing you was so we could talk about whatever is occupying your thoughts. If I'm going to go further with you, I want you to be in the right mindset.

You bite your lip in panic, not wanting to expose your thoughts to him. You stare at him calmly even though you were mentally panicking. Why did he have to be so sweet? It was so unfair. That expression on his face. That look in his eyes as if he was staring at something he truly cared for and was fond of. Feeling the need of distracting him again you sweep forward to reconnect your lips with his but he turns his face away quickly, your lips colliding with his cheek instead. “Nu-huh, don’t think you get out of this that easily my darling, you think just by distracting me with your beauty and kisses-even though you are…quite-quite…. fucking distracting,” He murmurs the last part and his eyes clouding over with lust, he sighs while shaking his head.

"Please, Jimin let's just- "

“You are great at distracting me but we're not leaving this curbside until you talk to me." You look up at him with puppy dog eyes and even though his gaze softens tremendously he stubbornly keeps up his act. You groan slamming the side of the car in defeat before opening your mouth again. Jimin watches your outburst intensely, his eyes boring into the side of your face as he clutches your car seat in anticipation.

“Okay…Okay, fine.” You whisper nodding your head slowly and Jimin smiles at you reassuringly and gently. “The truth is Jimin…” You mumble, glancing to him in embarrassment. He nods at you for you to continue as you paused suddenly. You sigh before pouting and he grins at your cuteness. “I-I’m so in love with you that whenever I am with you I feel like I can’t breathe and you-you are just such an amazing person and you’ve always been so sweet to me. I trust you and I want you...but there’s something you need know before we get intimate,” Jimin beams widely at you and your heartthrobs in your chest at the delighted expression revealed on his handsome face. "Go on." He nods his head encouraging you to continue, his voice sounding almost shy as you inhale and exhale shakily.

“What is it? What’s been troubling you?”

“I’m a virgin…the furthest I have ever been with a boy is what we just did and I am totally inexperienced and you're always surrounded by such beautiful girls…you and your popular group of friends and I-I’m just so scared you won’t like me or that I can’t compare,” You say in embarrassment, eyes averting away from him. Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, his eyebrows furrow and you instantly feel like drowning yourself at that very moment as you wait in anticipation of his response.

“Why would I not like you?” Jimin says almost appalled at the thought. “What?” You mumble looking back at him. “(Y/N) I am so fucking in love with you too, I have been watching you for two years, two whole fucking years! You’re all I have ever wanted for the past two years since we started University and I don’t mind you not being experienced! I’m worried that I am the one that’s going to put you off, I have been thinking about you all night. I worry too! Like, things like you know-Do I smell good? Is she going to be satisfied with me? Should I have worked out before I came to this party instead of binge eating pizza?” You giggle in happiness at his words and he grins back at you lovingly. “You have nothing to worry about, I find you so freaking attractive (Y/N) …”

“Really?” You ask feeling joy overtake your emotions as he nods surely. His confidence seems to have been boosted as he rolls his shoulders back before straightening up his posture.

“Yes, I am so in love with you. I want you so fucking much. I don’t ever wanna hear that shit come out of your mouth again, I really gave myself blue balls because you thought I wouldn’t like you because you’re a virgin? Inexperienced? Babe, buckle up, I’m taking back to my place and I’ll teach you everything you need to know about sex.” His mutters the last part before buckling his seatbelt and starting the car with impatience when suddenly he pauses abruptly hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “What’s wrong?” You ask blinking up at him in confusion. His sudden lack of enthusiasm set your nerves on wack as you struggled to remain calm. Is it really over before it even started? “I-I want you (Y/N) but if you aren't ready or want to wait you need to let me know as soon as we start because I don't think I'll be able to control myself with you. I mean look at you. You are so freaking gorgeous." His words shoot straight to your heart as an uncontrollable smile brightens up your face. "I want you too." Apparently, this was all Jimin needed to hear to happily be able to speed off to his home. You felt your stomach drop in anxiousness as he confidently speeds off into the direction of his apartment.

“You actually fucking thought that being a virgin would put me off? Babe that makes me so fucking happy. That turns me on so fucking much, I’m going to give you a night you won’t forget and show you just how much I have been thinking ‘bout you.” Jimin says suggestively and you nod silently feeling a combination of terror and anticipation while crossing your legs together trying to suppress the sexual arousal throbbing sensation happening in-between your legs. You release a long sigh as the dampness in your panties becomes more and more noticeable.

The door slams open with a bang and he has you pinned to the nearest wall the heat radiating off his body makes you dizzy. As your lips drag against each other several times before his hand travel down south to cup your heat. “Jimin!” You jump with a start at his bold action and he smirks cockily against your lips. "I am going to show you; just how much I have been thinking about you. Just how much you turn me on and just how fucking sexy you are…"He pulls back to observe your needy expression and you exhale erratically when your eyes meet.

“I-I want you so fucking bad…” You sigh and he smirks, watching your eyes cloud over with lust as you are hastily tugging him back down by his neck to meet your lips once again. He grunts moving his fingers against your jeans to rub deliciously against your sensitive spot. You moan out loud, throwing your head back at the pleasure pulsating through your body. His touch creating friction against your sensitive clit. He grins, loving every second of your reaction, you watch him with hooded eyes as he swipes his tongue over his now swollen lips.

His eyes scan you from head to toe and you couldn’t hide the desire you felt for him any longer as you were practically dripping. “Fuck, you are creating a wet patch on your jeans…fuck," Jimin mutters huskily, face contorting in yearning as he quickens the pace of his fingers pressed against your heat. Your eyes roll back and your clutch his shoulders tightly.

“J-Jimin!” You cry out in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers brushing against you even harder and faster than before. He smiles pleased with your reaction before he’s burring his face into the side of your neck. He sucks on your sensitive skin while continuing his torture over your crotch. Your moans become louder as he sucks embarrassing loudly on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys against the base of your neck. “You’re so fucking sensitive…” He murmurs against your bruised skin before pulling back slightly to observe his work.

He smiles pleased at the patches of purple and red appearing on your skin. “Please…” You whine rocking your hips against his fingers and the palm of his hand. Jimin’s eyes widen in shock as he watches you rock yourself against him, desperate for more friction against your heat. “F-Fuck, (Y/N).” He groans at the sight, biting hard onto his bottom lip as you moan out his name quietly. “J-Jimin…please…” You whine shamelessly and practically growls as he removes his hand off your heat. You groan in frustration at the loss of friction.

“Jump.” He says simply and you comply immediately leaping up into his arms as he pushes you back against the wall. You giggle wrapping your legs around his lean waist, tugging him impossibly closer. “I am going to make love to you for as long as I want and you're going to let me." You moan at his suggestive words, nodding in expectation. Jimin rubs his hands over your ass, kneading the flesh and you bite your lip in anticipation. “Stop looking at me like that, I’m trying to be gentle with you.” Jimin grinds against you and you whimper at the feeling of his hard on making contact with your now sensitive heat. “Oh my...” Jimin says pouting. You look up at him panting, trying to gyrate your hips to brush against his dick once again. “Someone’s needy for me,” He smirks, placing a slap against one of your ass cheeks, before soothingly rubbing over it. You moan out both in pleasure and pain, body quivering with need and eyes slimming into a playful glare as you move one of your hands off his shoulder to feel him over his jeans.

You almost scream in shock at how hard he was against the palm of your hand as you felt over his jeans. Jimin moans out loud at the feeling, closing his eyes as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. You smirk at his reaction, pressing your hand even harder, feeling him even firmer over his jeans. His eyes snap open with a start and you down at him innocently. “Yes, someone is very needy indeed.” He snorts at you in disbelief before re-connecting your lips to his. You kiss for what felt like minutes before you pull back first for air. Your both panting against each other's lips. Getting lost in each other's eyes.

"You can't do me like that (Y/N) …I'm going to show you what It is like to be fucked right, so be a good girl and let me take care of you alright?" You nod impulsively, heart hammering against your chest as he walks over to his bedroom. He is carrying you firmly in his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck and prepare yourself to be placed down against his mattress. To your surprise, he bends down to place you against the bed gently, still holding you in his arms and you continue to leave your legs to wrap securely around his waist.

“P-Please be gentle with me Jimin…I’ve never done this before.” You stutter nervously as he eye fucks you. Your reminder makes him smirk as he bites down hard onto his bottom lip, head shaking from side to side as he stares at you.

"You've never done this before?" Your heart hammers in your chest at the sexiness added to his questioning tone. The look in his eyes is displaying pure lust, causing your breathing to become increasingly heavier. He averts his dark eyes down to your chest. He watches your body move up and down as the large intakes of air invade your lungs. His smirk becomes increasingly more noticeable and you're loving every bit of his cockiness.

"Yes," You murmur just above a whisper and he slowing traces his teasing fingers down your sides, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms. "No wonder your so fucking responsive," He mutters biting down onto his bottom lip. You feel yourself almost choke out a moan as his front teeth tug onto the flesh. "I almost find that hard to believe, considering you were teasing me when I had your fine ass perched up against that wall a few minutes ago." He murmurs, hands raking down your sides and you shudder immediately at the feeling. "I am." You whine with neediness seeping through your voice. He smirks cocking his head cutely to the side. You watch him with hooded eyes as he brings his face to hover over your covered breasts. "I think you I need to show you who's in charge here baby girl." He whispers teasingly against your chest and you whimper in response.

“J-Jimin-“

He smirks moving his face back up to your neck. You watch him silently and sighed at the feeling of his lips against your neck. "Baby, if…you ever… start feeling uncomfortable… you need to …let me know and …I'll stop straight away," He says between soft feather-like kisses to your exposed neck and you immediately throw your head back to give him full access. "Well, I guess you probably wouldn't want that anyways." His perfectly shapes lips pull into a grin against your soft sensitive skin and your body automatically flushes in response.

“I trust you Jimin and I love you but shit your talking way too fucking much,” Jimin’s eyes widen in shock at your words and he chuckles softly while shaking his head. "Someone's feisty, are you sure you're a virgin?" You hum in annoyance and he responds with a breathtakingly beautiful smile.

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to make you feel so damn good." You sigh at his suggestive tone, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck. "Please just take me already," The desperation obvious in your voice causes his cock to throb and harden even harder than it already was. "You don't have to tell me twice." He murmurs against your clothed chest before his fingers begin to slowly unbutton on your jeans. You are panting sexily against his mattress and his fingers work on removing your jeans with urgency. You watch him with a nervous grin and assist him with tugging them off your body.

He smells the scent of your arousal and his smirk stretches to an even larger one as you watch him. You close your eyes momentarily in embarrassment as he stares at the wet patch visible on your panties. “Fuck…” He murmurs against your thigh, which makes you tremble at the feeling of his warm breath making contact with your soft skin. You swallow your spit in anticipation as he sits up off the bed, hovering over your half-naked form to shimmer off his sleek black leather jacket.

“I’m going to take really good care of you.” Your fingers twitch beside you as he leans back down on you to leave warm sensual kisses over your collar bones. You sigh at the feeling, desperately attaching your fingers to his soft locks. He whines against your skin as you tug gently at his locks. He sucks lewdly against your skin, moaning softly and you groan running your fingers through his hair as he continues to suck countless more hickeys on your collarbones and chest. His skilful hands unbuttoning jacket swiftly and easily. He moves his hands against your back to help you sit up steadily to remove your jacket out of your arms and to pull off your t-shirt in one go over your head.

You blush in embarrassment as he stares at your half naked form and it takes a lot of willpower to not cover yourself from his admiring sharp eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous…” He mutters confidently raking his eyes over your body. You pat down your hair and he smirks at you cockily, his eyes never leaving yours as he tugs his t-shirt off his body. Your eyes widen in shock at the solid six pack abs in front of you. You are practically drooling at his stomach, he grins at your reaction as he stands up off the bed to take off his pants and underwear one go.

Oh my goodness

“Like what you see?” He says teasingly walking back to bed, your eyes widen at his length and you almost release a squeak at the size. “Because I know I fucking do.” He says confidently. “Take off your bra and panties.” He commands leaning over you with a teasing smile. You look back at him completely horrified.

“Um…I-I,”

He smiles at your bewildered expression and sighs dramatically. “Okay, if you want me to undress you that badly... All you had to do is ask.” He smirks, leaning back over you, placing a soft peck against your cheek and moving his hands hurriedly towards your back. You sigh against his neck as he unclasps your bra, pulling off your body in one swift motion. You avert your gaze to his chest as you felt his eyes on your breasts. He wastes no time, moving impatiently to take off your panties, almost ripping them in the process.

“H-Hey! Be careful those were expensive!” You complain, running your hand through hair sexily, Jimin smirks, eyes roaming over your naked figure. “That’s okay…I’ll buy you new ones, shit, I’ll buy you as many as you want baby girl…” You feel yourself becoming wetter by the second as you take this opportunity to also admire his figure. He stands over you in his naked glory and you clutch his bed sheets aggressively. The throbbing coming from your heat is almost unbearable at this point.

“I need you to touch me Jimin please…” You mutter shyly, your cheeks reddening by the second. He curses under his breath, his dick twitching as he steps back to admire you naked form even more carefully. “F-Fuck…(Y/N) …You were hiding this fucking amazing body under those oversized clothes you wear.” He sighs watching you with hooded eyes. You feel completely vulnerable under his intense gaze.

“Come here Jimin…” You command motioning him to come closer. He crouches back down onto the bed inching closer towards and you immediately reach out to him, he smiles gently at you as he holds you in a soft embrace. You melt in warmth and he begins to leave kisses against your warm sensitive skin. He moves towards your chest with determination, his lips leave several kisses against your warm skin before he wraps his lips around your left nipple.

You moan at the new sensation of lips wrapping around your sensitive nipple. His other hand kneads your other breast gently and your head throws back slamming against his bed as you continue to moan out his name like a mantra. You curl your fingers back in his hair and you feel his lips pull into a smirk against your skin.

"Fuck Jimin!" You tremble against him and he moves his lips to your other nipple giving it to the same treatment as the left. You grasp his shoulder muscles, moaning under him and submerging yourself in the new pleasure you were experiencing. He kisses down your stomach and you suck in your breath when he hovers over your most sensitive place. He looks up at you with a cheeky grin and you shiver under him. You watch him with lustful eyes and he winks at you before licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit with hot his tongue. Your back completely arches off the bed as your body shudders at the intense pleasure you were experiencing. You moan out his name as your fingers quickly tug at his hair.

“JIMIN!”

He smiles in delight at your reaction, his hands holding your legs apart firmly, he nuzzles his lips against your clit which makes you quiver in undeniable pleasure, before his sucks on it hard. “AH! JIMIN FUCK!” You scream out tugging even harder at his locks which makes him groan into your heat. The vibrations drive you crazy as he continues to abuse your sensitive nub. You're a moaning mess at this point, his licks at your entrance while releasing one of your thighs since you were opening your legs shamelessly now without any hesitation or fear. He puts an index finger inside you which makes you choke out another wonton moan. He smirks before adding another finger. You sigh turning your face to the side to moan against his bed sheets. “No, baby girl I need you to face me.” He commands curling his fingers inside you. “J-Jimin fuck oh my gosh!” You breathlessly say moving your hands to fist at his sheets as he begins pumping his fingers inside at you unbelievably fast pace while sucking your clit.

“OH, MY GOD!” You scream at the feeling of warmth pooling inside your stomach. You were close. You were so very excruciatingly close to your first release. Jimin felt your inside clenching tightly against his fingers so he adds a third to stretch you out even further. You throw your head back, while your eyes roll to the back of your head at the incredible sensation you were experiencing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant at the feeling of your orgasm approaching fast.

"J-Jimin I'm close…I'm so fucking close," You sob in pleasure as you watch him with hooded eyes, fingers curling lovingly in his hair. Jimin smirks against your clit and continues his torture to your heat even faster and harder than before. You release his soft lock too surprised at the pleasure pulsating through you, fingers moving to clutch tightly at his sheets again instead. He grunts snapping his fingers faster inside of you, as he gazes is fixed on your pleasured expression. Then it hit you. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you screamed in ecstasy, your body trembling and throbbing at the overload of ecstasy you were feeling.

"Come for me baby," Jimin mutters continuing his assault to your nub. Your back arches even further off the bed as you start seeing stars. You shake and quiver against him as well as his bed as he gradually slows down his pace helping you ride out your first orgasm of the night. You pant and Jimin watches you with hunger as he eyes you breathing heavily against his sheets. Your breast perky and mouth swelled from his kisses he was set off the edge. He moves to his bedside table, pulling out a condom from one of the draws and you watch him sliding it on his rock hard length feeling yourself immediately desire him again.

He moves back to you hastily and you watch him eagerly as he gives himself a few good pumps. “Are you ready?” He asks softly while aligning his dick to your dripping entrance, you nod looking up at him confidently. He smiles, leaning down towards you to place a soft gentle kiss on your lips before he’s pushing the head of his length at your entrance. You relaxed completely against him as he soothingly stroked your thigh. “Let me know if you want me to stop and I’ll stop right away okay?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s okay Jimin I want this.” You say encouragingly and he smiles down at you in return before he’s slowly pushing his length in.

Jimin glances between his length buried deep inside you and your scrunched up face. “D-Do you want me to stop?” He asks fearfully as you whimper. You shake your head ‘no’, your eyes clamped shut at the slight pain from the stretch. He curses under his breath and you bite onto your bottom lip waiting for your body to get used to the new sensation and for the discomfort to lessen.

"Y-You're so fucking tight." He moans placing his head on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” He asks worriedly lifting his face to check up on you. You watch him begin to sweat as his face contorts in pleasure. He uses all his restraints to not move and wait for you to adjust properly. “I’m fine.” You smile at him, leaning forward to place a quick peck against his cheek. “You can move now.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at you questioningly and you laugh quietly in response.

“It’s okay Jimin you can move now.” You reassure him softly and he scans your face for encouragement. When you nod at him he smiles back down at you before beginning to move his hip back and snapping forward. He eases himself in and out, smiling to himself as your head falls back. He is aroused by your soft moans of pleasure as he continues to repeat this hip movement a few more times before the pain starts turning into pleasure.

“J-Jimin.” You moan tightening your hold on his arms. He smirks down at you before increasing his pace. He pulls back almost all the way before shoving his length back into you. He fills you up so deliciously that you chant his name in complete utter pleasure. “You feel so good baby girl!” Jimin coos hoarsely in your ear before nibbling on it. “AH! JIMIN!” You moan louder so incredibly turned on by his compliment plus loving the way he felt ramming in and out of you.

“F-Faster Jimin…please,” You sob and he grins pulling your earlobe between his teeth which drove you crazy when it was mixed to the pleasure of dick thrusting in and out of you at a much speedy pace. The pleasure was practically becoming overwhelming as tears begin to tricker at the corner of your eyes. “Oh! Jimin please don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smirks moving his full lips to your neck, quickly picking up his pace, getting off easily at just the way you screamed his name as he shoved his length deeper and deeper into your heat. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him brush against g-stop over and over again. “JIMIN!” He smirks as your moans of his name begin to become even louder. “I love it when you say my name like that.” He reveals in a husky voice as he continues hitting your spot with every rock of the hip. “So good,” You watch his face twist with pleasure while he moves one hand down between your bodies to rub against your now swollen clit for added pleasure.

“F-FUCK JIMIN YES!” You squeal, scratching at his back at the amazing sensation spreading throughout your body. “You like that?” He smirks as he gazes at you with a questionable expression. “YES!” You scream as he growls over your chest. “Fuck! You’re so fucking unbelievably tight!” He moans picking up his pace as he felt you tightening against him. He gapes at your beauty as you slide your hands off his shoulder to run your fingers through your hair instead. You clutch your locks as moans continue to pour out of your dry parted lips.

"Oh, my-“ Jimin groans watching your face contort with pleasure. “I wish you could see how fucking dirty you look.” He chuckles as you stare up at him with tearful eyes. “You should see how fucking sexy you look right now.” He growls moving his hands to grab your hips. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N).” Jimin sighs placing wet sloppy kisses along the side of your neck. You could only moan louder as his thrusts began to push into you much faster and rougher. “S-Shit…” He curses faintly, tugging onto his bottom lip while watching you whine and squeal underneath him as he brushes hard against your spot with hooded eyes.

You propped yourself up on your elbows after releasing your hair to help steady yourself and meet his thrusts. He smirks down at you, eyes concentrating on your blissful expression. You met his hips with yours with each thrusts encouraging him to go harder. He smirks watching your breasts bounce as you mouth hung open at the pleasure shooting through your body. He moves his lips to neck and jaw leaving feverish kisses here and there as his hands clutch your breasts tenderly.

You scream feeling your second orgasm approaching quickly. Jimin's thrusts begin to fall slightly out of rhythm which helps you grasp that he was close too. You continue to clench him tightly and Jimin bites his lips in pleasure as your expression continues to send him off the edge. “I’m close,” He moans and you nod in between moans of ecstasy. "M-Me too." Jimin grins down at you, clutching your thigh tightly to lift them, angling a new position to fuck you even deeper than before. "JIMIN!" Your scream of his name, while trembling and quivering in pleasure beneath him, drives him wild and he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.” He confesses as your second orgasm comes suddenly, leaving your whole body throbbing in bliss, your toes curl as your nails dig into his back muscles. Jimin hisses and drowns out your screams with his swollen lips.

He moans against your lips as his seeds fill up the condom, his thrusts become sloppy as he rides out both his and your orgasm. Your back arched from your orgasm leaving your chest pressed hard against Jimin's. You shudder and shake below him as your orgasm begins to fade. He holds you tightly against him as you both continue to calm down from your high. You stare at each other eyes, adoration for him continues to bloom even deeper in your chest as you both pant even harder, feeling entirely fucked out and exhausted.

“You don’t know…how long…I’ve wanted to do that…” Jimin says between deep breaths as he brings his face back down to leave a lengthy passionate kiss on your lips. You return his kiss with eagerness as you continue to feel at his body. Jimin grins at you hovering slightly over you and you beam back at him feeling completely at peace. He presses his hands against the mattress caging you between his arms as he slowly removes himself out of your heat. You whimper at the sensation, still feeling incredibly sensitive from the intense love-making you just experienced.

You watch him walk over to bin located in the corner of his room and he takes off the condom throwing it in the trash before walking back over to you. You smile at him and he helps you sit up. "How are you feeling?" He asks threading his fingers through your hair. You nod in response feeling too fatigued to speak. He laughs placing you back down onto the bed gently, before sliding into the bed right next to you. You gaze at him lovingly as he wraps the blanket around the both of you. You sigh feeling incredibly comfortable and warm in his embrace, he moves pillows to the side of him to wrap a secure arm around your form pulling you closer towards his chest.

“Now…you have finally had a taste of what it would be like to be with me,” Jimin snickers, gently stroking patterns onto your naked back. You giggle quietly, nodding your head against his chest feeling his body vibrate against you as he talks and laughs. “I like you a lot more than I originally thought.” You murmur, sighing softly as he places a gentle peck on the crown of your head. Jimin basks in your scent, moving his hands to teasingly run down over your body. "Well, you must like me a lot then.” He flirtatiously smirks which makes heat rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah…I really like you a lot.” You say bashfully looking up at him. Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat as he stares at you silently. "Well, …you’re in luck because I really like you a lot too.” His voice is raspy and you couldn’t help but grin into his shoulder blade. He chuckles softly before placing a few soft feather-like kisses against your cheeks and neck.

“I have been thinking ‘bout you for a very long time now. I love you so much.”

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howlnikiforov · 5 years ago

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Illusion

Chapter Four: The Beginning of the End

Pairing: San x Reader

Word Count: 1318

Summary: Running was never an easy thing to do, Especially when you’re the daughter of one of the largest mafias in the country.And Now you’ve gotten entangled with the enemy. What will you do now?

WARNINGS: minor cursing

Mature Rating

When you woke up, you found yourself tied to a chair in a brightly lit room. Movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you turned your head to see San pushing himself off the wall.

“Wow, I’m lucky if I’m getting the don to interrogate me.” You commented, following his movements.

“Well, you are a special case. It only seemed fitting.” he answered, coming to stand a few feet in front of you.

“A fair point, I’ll admit.” you conceded.

“Let’s get straight to the point. What were you doing in my club?” he crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side.

“Isn’t the answer obvious? I was hiding.”

“Any regular person might think you were spying. Who’re you hiding from? Your uncle? Or was that just a poor attempt to hide from your boyfriend?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No, I don’t think it can.”

“Fine. If you must know, I’m trying to hide from my uncle. Jae was just a thing I didn’t deem important enough to run from the safest place to be.”

“Safest place? Why is my club the safest place for you? Shouldn’t it be a very dangerous place for you?”

“Because my uncle wouldn’t think I’d go to the enemy. He’s not likely to go searching every corner of your territory. He’s not going to start a war this soon.”

“You know, you’ve got quite the bounty on your head. What’s stopping me from turning you in and claiming all that money and gaining better relations with your clan?”

“Well, nothing in particular I suppose. You could hand me over, but I would prefer choosing whose hands I die by if you don’t mind.”

“You believe you’ll die if you go back? I thought you were the dearest daughter of the X-Clan. Wouldn’t there be riots if you died under their care?”

“Yes, but it would be blamed on you, not my uncle. My uncle will kill me, claim one of your men infiltrated us, or poisoned me before you returned me, and then the war between us will worsen, and who knows what will happen. So, either way, you’re fucked and I die. At least be the actual culprit. I’d much prefer to die here than by that bastard.”

“And what if I didn’t decide to kill you? Could you be useful in any way?”

“Well, I could help prevent the turf war from worsening, since no one will feel the need to avenge me.”

“Yes thank you, I could gather that myself. But what else can you do for me? I can’t have you continuing your work in the club now that not only have I confirmed your identity, but that you also bring risk with that boyfriend of yours.”

“I could provide you with information about my clan?”

“You’d be willing to betray your clan? Your blood? My my. Why should I believe you?” “I have no loyalty towards the X-Clan, not anymore.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s true given that you’ve run from them. You are quite the interesting girl, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told. What are you going to do with me?”

“I think I’m going to have to keep you close to me. It’ll do no good keeping you in here, so I’ll just take you back to my mansion and keep you there. We can decide what exactly your role will be later, but for now you’ll serve as our informant. I’ll assume things have changed with the X-clan since you’ve left, given it’s been quite some time since you’ve been with us. But I warn you, you trick us, and I’ll shoot you dead myself.”

“I’d consider that an honor, Sir.”

“Do we have a deal then?”

“I believe so, Choi San.”

He quirked an eyebrow at the use of his name, but otherwise had no reaction. He stepped closer to you, bending down to untie your wrists from the chair. “I trust you can take care of untying your ankles?” he said, moving back.

“Well, considering whoever tied me here didn’t do it very tightly, I’d say I can.”

“You’re quite spunky aren’t you?”

“Well,” you bent down and started working on the rope around your ankles, “I don’t know if I’d use the word ‘spunky,’ but I’m definitely going to be a pain in the ass.”

“Are you telling me I should just kill you now?”

“No, I’m merely warning you, you’re going to have to deal with a lot of snide remarks.” you spoke as you stood up.

“Well, if that’s all I’ll have to put up with, I’m sure it’ll be tolerable. Especially since I won’t see you often.”

“Oh? I thought we were going to be the best of friends.”

“Well, one thing’s for sure, you won’t like it every time we see each other. Come on, let’s get you to your new home.” He put his hands behind his back and walked out of the room.

You followed, staying on his heel.

“What makes you think that? And is that a promise?”

To your surprise, he stopped and pushed you into the wall. He put his hand on the wall by your head, leaning in close. “Seems like you’ve got the wrong idea here, so let’s get some things straight Y/n. This may seem like fun and games to you, but for me it’s a way to take full control of the country. The only reason I’m keeping you is because I just might be the only person who hates your uncle as much as you do, maybe even more. If I can use you to take him down, then you bet your fucking ass I will. You’ve made yourself a pawn in this game, and I’m going to use you. Now, you can either shut the hell up, or I can put your head on display in my office. Do I make myself clear?”

You swallowed, slowly nodding. The look in his eyes made it impossible for you to come up with a smart reply.

“Good. Let’s go.” he pushed himself away from you, continuing down the hall like nothing had happened.

Stepping out of the car, you looked around the grounds. His mansion was large enough that it’d take awhile for you to get bored of the place. The front doors opened, and Park Seonghwa stepped through them. “Ms. L/n, let me show you to your room.”

“I get a room?” you asked, “I would’ve thought I’d be thrown in the dungeon.”

“Please, we have some human decency here.” Seonghwa said, leading you through the house.

“I suppose it’s only at home you have some decency then.” you remarked, going up a flight of stairs and down a couple hallways before finally stopping in front of a door.

“Don’t act like you’re innocent Ms. L/n, we all know each other’s business.” he replied, opening the bedroom door for you.

The room appeared to be unused, with a small bed, dresser, and a single window looking over the front of the manor. It had a door that led to an ensuite, though that wasn’t fancy either. It housed the bare essentials one would need to live and that’s it.

“I never said I was innocent,” you started, “I was merely stating you are not.”

“Yes well, I think we’ll learn to deal with each other’s cruelty. That is, if you don’t get yourself killed while you’re here. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some things to take care of. Make yourself at home, and don’t wander around too much.” Seonghwa left you to your own device.

Seonghwa didn’t say you couldn’t roam around, he just said you needed to watch how much you roamed. Now, that’s something you could do. You needed to figure out how to at least get to the kitchen and a TV.

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soondingieworks · 5 years ago

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Yixing - Ambiguous! Au - Smut

Hi please may I request 37 & 48 with dom Yixing? - anon

2 drabbles in one day?! After a hiatus!?

Yeah, I’m really bad, sorry guys

But like, enjoy!

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“Everyone was staring at you tonight baby.”

You turn on your black stiletto heels, pulling your coat tighter, “what do you mean Yixing?”

His harsh glare bore into you as he pulled you into his body, “No one stares at you but me.”

“Xing I-

His lips encaptured yours in a rough kiss as he pulled you to your shared bedroom, hands ripping the dress of your body.

A cry of protest was caught in you through as his hands wandered down your soft curves eventually cupping your clothed pussy, “So wet for me~ did you get off on all those men staring at what’s mine?”

“N-No Yixing-“

“Did you want them all to fuck you? Is that what is making so wet?

You couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth, he’s not normally this jealous but..

You clutched at his suit jacket in desperation, “I only want you Yixing.”

The smirk on his face scared you as he sat down on the bed, legs spread, “Then beg for it. Beg for me”

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chessireneko · 5 years ago

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“I need a gangsta

To love me better

Than all the others do

To always forgive me

Ride or die with me

That's just what gangsters do”

|| M A S T E R L I S T ||

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iridescentxstars · 6 years ago

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Dance Practice

➳ Idol!AU ➳ Scenario || Genre: Smut || Rated: M ➳ Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader ➳ Summary: Exo’rdium is just around the corner and Park Chanyeol needs to learn how to roll those hips. ➳ Request: WOOPS my hand slipped while writing that so let me continue😂😂😂. Smut, chanyeol x reader but surprise surprise it’s sub!Chanyeol and uhh Idk what else to write end me. - Anon ➳ Word Count: 2.3k Author’s Note: I lost your first half of the request somewhere in the abyss that is this trash blog but I hope this filled your request how you liked - if not, feel free to send another. Thank you to @fairyyeols and @pjmocchi for reading this for me <3

You watched as he danced; tutting to yourself when you saw the way he rolled those hips of his. The concert is weeks away and Chanyeol still hasn’t mastered the routine; everything else is perfect from what you’ve heard – except this one routine.

“Y/N!” Jongin’s deep voice snaps you from glaring a hole into the back of Chanyeol’s head; you turn to head across the room to the younger male. “I’m nervous about my dance with Lay hyung.” His pout softens your previously annoyed state.

“Jongin,” you place a hand on his shoulder and smile at him, “if you want to continue practicing, we will arrange a time for you and Yixing to come in and practice – as long as he’s okay with it.” The tanned man smiles brightly, nodding his head and dashing towards his hyung – eager to get the practice in.

An idea clicks in your head.

“Chanyeol,” you walk over to him as he dries his face with his towel. “I need to see you tomorrow.” His eyes widen as he processes your words. “It’s about this routine.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” Chanyeol clears his throat as he avoids your eyes, watching his fellow members talk and begin to leave – leaving him alone with you. “I think- I think I should go to.”

“No!” You say sternly, his whole body freezes at the tone you use, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his wide eyes become downcast. “The concert is closing in and this is the one thing you haven’t been able to perfect. I want you to come to this address,” you hand him your private studio address, “tomorrow at 2pm sharp, okay?” He nods weakly but this doesn’t satisfy you. “Chanyeol, did you hear me?” You use the same tone as before and the physical response you receive causes you to raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, ma’am.” He says clearly but keeping his voice at a soft tone, goose bumps start to form on his bare skin and his eyes still avoid your face – looking firmly at your shoes. “May I please leave now?” You quirk an eyebrow; why is he asking you for permission to leave? You stand aside for him to pass you and it’s not until he’s out the door that he shakes himself off and raises his head high that realisation smacks you in the face.

Park Chanyeol is a sub.

Never in the two years working with the group would you have suspected it; he’s always quite dominant in how he holds himself, the way he commands the stage when rapping and his presence when playing any form of musical instrument had you sure he was more aggressive in the bedroom but from his behaviour… You shake your head; you cannot allow yourself to travel down this rabbit hole, not when you have to work with him.

Grabbing your bag, you head for the door, reminding yourself that you can’t mix business with pleasure.

But this is for business.

If Chanyeol doesn’t learn how to roll his hips for the ‘Artificial Love’ routine, it would look like an inexperienced boy dry humping his pillow instead of, like Jongin and Yixing, men trying to impregnate every woman watching them.

This is for business.

The alarm on your phone starts to ring and you head downstairs to the studio, Chanyeol should be arriving any second if your suspicion is correct.

Knock knock

You adjust your tank top as you walk towards the door in order to calm your nerves; opening the door to an equally nervous looking Chanyeol, whose eyes quickly avert to the floor the moment you try to look up at him.

“Y/N…” He begins but you raise a hand and he closes his mouth quickly.

“Come inside, please.” You ask sweetly, motioning for him to come inside with your free hand. “We need to work some things out before we begin.” Once he’s inside, you close the door and walk towards the wall covered with mirrors with Chanyeol following closely behind you. “You need to learn how to grind your hips; it’s almost embarrassing to watch especially when you are next to Jongin.” You glance over and find his eyes on the floor and ears a deep shade of red and you feel like you’ve insulted him. “You aren’t a dancer, I understand this, you have improved greatly in the last two years but this dance… this dance needs a certain emotion I feel you are lacking.” You bite your lips, carefully watching his reaction.

Chanyeol doesn’t know how to respond, his heart is racing a thousand miles per second as he peeks through his eyelashes and catches you watching him.

What do you need from him?

“What are you like during intercourse?” You don’t react when Chanyeol splutters next to you, unflinching as he turns to look at you with comically wide eyes and agape mouth.

“What-Who?!” He sounds angry, he wants to be angry but the moment he takes a look at your unwavering face – the fire dies. “Why do you need to know that?” You try to hide the smirk as his eyes avoid yours and his tone changes.

“Because you need to put that feeling, that fire into this dance; you want the woman to be imagining themselves as the cane as you grind upon it. Do you understand, Chanyeol?” Your voice is sultry and he bites his lip, nodding softly as you walk to grab the remote for the stereo. “Now watch me.”

He does.

His eyes involuntarily move over your body as you dance to the music, your hands sliding down your chest as you drop to the floor, imagining a cane in front of you as your hips move in a way that causes heat to course from his ears to his crotch.

He suddenly wants to be against you.

It’s been weeks, granted, the choreography makes him a little awkward because he’s trying to restrain himself. He knows what Jongin is thinking about when he’s dancing to these types of songs – Jongin told Chanyeol one night while they were drinking and now, Chanyeol can see why.

You.

You are what causes all the boys to work hard for this one piece of choreography; why SM decided having a female choreographer to teach this dance is now clear to Chanyeol.

They all want to show you their moves.

They may be idols with a reputation to uphold but at the end of the day – they are men and they are certainly not blind.

“Chanyeol,” you snatch his attention away from his imagination and are surprised to see that he’s gotten a little excited. “Your turn.” You press play and Chanyeol is more than eager to obey, his large hands slide down his body and his hips slowly start to roll – not perfect but better.

He imagines you, writhing underneath him as he rolls his hips against you; he can almost hear you moaning his name as he places a hand against his inner thigh, rubbing his hand over his covered crotch while his other hand rests on his heel for support.

“Chanyeol.” He groans as he hears you say his name, pressing a little harder on himself as he continues to grind.

“Chanyeol.” His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he feels his erection growing in his sweats.

“Chanyeol!” His eyes fly open and you are standing before him with hands on hips and an annoyed expression; he does the one thing he knows when a woman gives him that look – bows on his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” His voice is quivering from both fear but also arousal; he doesn’t see the faint hint of a smile on your face as you take him in. His words of apology and his refusal to look you in the eyes are giving you a power that you didn’t know you enjoyed. “Please, I thought that is what you wanted.”

“Look at me, Chanyeol.” You lighten your tone and watch as he slowly raises his eyes. “What were you thinking about?” You sense the hesitation in his expression. “Don’t lie to me.” You order and he nods.

“Y-You…” His ears go red as he answers and tries to avert his gaze but you move faster, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at you. You kneel in front of him and watch his expression turn to pure bliss when you fondle him through his sweats – surprised at how hard he’s gotten himself.

“You have yourself quite worked up, don’t you?” You remove your hand and Chanyeol can’t hide the whimper that escapes his lips when you move away.

“Please…” You hear how desperate he sounds and begin to wonder how long it’s been for him to feel a woman around him. “If ma’am lets me taste her, I promise I’ll work hard to perfect my choreography.” You don’t even hesitate to accept his offer – it’s for business after all.

“Lie down.” You command and Chanyeol does exactly that, beginning to remove his sweats but you swat at his hands. “Did I say you could remove your pants?” He whimpers a faint no as he places his hands by his side and you can see his erection in his sweats perfectly as he lies on the floor. You remove your own sweats and panties, surprised at how wet they are already from just thinking about what’s about to happen; Chanyeol whines as you spread yourself in front of his eyes and place a finger inside. “Open your mouth.” You kneel beside his head and place the finger in his mouth, “good boy,” you coo when he sucks greedily at your finger.

Moving yourself so that you’re facing his feet, you lower yourself slowly towards his awaiting mouth – Chanyeol can’t help but whimper in excitement. You pause, hovering just out of reach of him and place a hand on his crotch; gripping him through the clothing and feeling him arch underneath you as he moans.

“Do you want me to help you with this?” You play with elastic of both his sweats and briefs, sending shivers through Chanyeol’s body.

“Ye-Yes, ma’am.” He stutters out, desperate to taste you and wanting to have your lips around him. “Can I-I please have you?” His voice is strained and you comply, his hands gripping your thighs as his tongue slowly licks a strip from your sensitive clit to your moist entrance; dipping inside to gather your sweetness before retreating inside his own mouth.

“Ahh” You sigh, the delicate way he eats you makes your legs shake and pussy clench. “So good.” You pull his pants and briefs down enough to release his thick, red erection and Chanyeol sighs in relief. “You can’t cum until I say so.” He hums against you, tongue buried deep; you shudder when one of his thumbs rub against your clit. “Fuck.” You moan before lowering your head to the shaft in front of you – desperate to taste him.

While trying to concentrate with his tongue lapping at your sweetness, you spit on his cock and use your hand to make it nice and slick – this gives you a much appreciated moan from Chanyeol that courses through you. You take him in, tongue swirling around the head and before hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down while Chanyeol tries to concentrate on your pleasure – and preventing himself from getting overly excited.

You tease him for a while, getting his hips bucking before removing your warm mouth and causing him to whine against you. He doesn’t know how long he can keep going so he tries to please you as best he can before he cums. With one hand, he grips your thigh tightly while the other begins to rubs harshly against your engorged clit and his mouth devours you like a man who hasn’t had water in days.

You try to hold it back.

You try to keep the orgasm at bay but it ripples through you, causing you to shudder as your hand tightens around his length. You can’t help but forget you were in control when the orgasm causes you to become a little hazy and it isn’t until you feel the warmth on your hand that you realise that you jacked Chanyeol off until he came – this disappointed you slightly.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am.” He whines as you keep milking him, the feeling starting to cause him to become oversensitive. “I-I tried.” You remove yourself from his body and he continues to whimper until he sees your soft expression.

“I think you should come back tomorrow for another lesson.” You state nonchalantly, licking his salty seed off your hand while maintaining eye contact. “I’m still not impressed with your dancing and I think it’ll take a few more lessons until its perfect.” You retrieve your bottoms and pull them on, walking towards your bag to grab some water and leaving Chanyeol on the floor – panting and watching you.

You want him back, he can’t help but smile as he knows this means he’s doing a good job – being a good boy.

As Chanyeol reaches the dorms, his heart still hasn’t finished racing and it isn’t until he absentmindedly bumps into Jongin that he snaps out of his fucked out state.

“That good, huh?” The younger raises an eyebrow as he observes his hyung’s sweaty brow and messy clothes. “She worked you hard?” Chanyeol takes a while to think about his reply; he’s unsure whether Jongin knows what happened or if he’s thinking Chanyeol is exhausted from the dancing.

“I have to go back tomorrow. Y/N wants it to be perfect.” Jongin nods, understanding your need for perfection as a dancer himself.

“Ah, well, you’ll get there, hyung. You always have a knack for pleasing others.” Jongin claps Chanyeol on the back before heading to wherever he was going and Chanyeol smiles to himself.

Oh, if only he knew.

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chenloml · 6 years ago

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#exosnet #thexonet #prettyboysnet #byunbaek-net #kloversnet #sehun #baekhyun #exo #baekhyun meme #sebaek meme #sebaek #meme #sehun meme #exo meme #kpop meme #bbh #osh #mine #meme*

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gguksgalaxy · 6 years ago

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Prologue | BTS | Fuckboy!Au

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You’ve known Jungkook for years. He’s what they call ‘a fuckboy’ — so what? What he does with other girls is none of your business. However, when you meet his friends he doesn’t seem to feel the same way. ›› AU: Fratboy / University ›› Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst ›› Rating: 18+ Explicit (sex + mild violence) ›› Pairings: JHS x Reader, MYG x Reader, JJK x Reader, KTH x Reader ›› Word Count: 4.4k Warnings Include: Mentions of family problems, divorce, sex. A/N: I’m finally starting this series, I’ve been working on it for a bit now, and part of it will be Social Media (sm) if i can figure out the right way to combine it :) Thanks to @xiubaek13 @ilujongdae and @xingtrash for helping me with this mess of a series.

It was good to breathe in the air from home again after a year, even though it was in the airport. Your year in the US had been the most amazing time of your life, you gained so many new friends, new skills, new experiences. But it was good to be home, to see your family again, to see Jeongguk again. You were maybe a bit bummed you wouldn’t be able to see your best friend until tomorrow, since you parents were coming to pick you up and it was already late at night. But it wouldn’t make you hug him any less tight once you got to see him again.

With your suitcases close behind you, you exited the baggage area and came back to a group of people waiting for their relatives with balloons, presents and open arms. You searched for your parents in the crowd. Instead, you found a familiar mop of dark brown hair hiding a pair of bright eyes that crinkled up in a smile at the sight of you.

You were in his arms within seconds, strong embrace pulling you close to his chest. “God I missed you.” You sighed against his neck, as he lifted you of the ground and spun you around. “So much.”

He chuckled, setting you down and taking his face mask off to reveal a familiar smile. “I missed you too, Sky.” For some reason, you were sure he’d grown over the year that you hadn’t seen him, both in length and in width. “How was your flight?”

“Good Gguk, all good.” You trailed your hand over his arm, his skin warm. “Where are my parents?”

He pouted in mock hurt. “Are you not excited to see me?”

“Of course I am silly. Not like my parents don’t know that.” His muscles flexed beneath your touch, shifting past your grip. “Take me home?”

Jeongguk nodded, leaning over to press his lips to your forehead and pull you against his chest. “God, I’m so glad you’re back home Sky. Part of me was scared you wouldn’t come back.”

You touched his cheek, feelings your chest tighten at the way he looked at you. “What’s got you so sentimental?”

He looked away, bangs shielding his eyes from your view again.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He leant into your touch, taking your hand in his, fingers encasing yours and pulling you close yet again. “Ggukkie.” You chuckled against his chest.

With a bit of push and pull, you let him take one of your suitcases and your bag from you, saying that you looked tired enough already. Strangely, you didn’t feel tired, you felt rejoiced for some reason. Having not seen him for so long, regardless of how many times you’d Skyped until the middle of the night, you were hit with feelings you’d seemed to have grown unaware off. He was your best friend after all, the one who was always there for you no matter the distance. The one who would console you and made you smile, who you could cry with and laugh with until you cried. Life without him, was hard to imagine.

“Wait, did you bring the Audi?” you asked in the elevator, leaning against him.

His soft brown eyes caught yours in the mirror. “Yeah, why?”

“You couldn’t have brought mine?” you pouted at him. “You know how much I hate that stupid car.”

“Yeah, because my legs definitely fit in that miniature thing of yours.” He laughed, sound muffled on top of your head. For a moment all you did was look at each other, and you realised he might’ve changed a bit. You weren’t sure what it was, maybe just the fact that over a year had passed. His eyes seemed to hold something else than his usual wonder and childish glee.

Jeongguk’s Audi still smelled as much of crisp leather as you remembered, and you still hated it. It unsettled your stomach. But you smiled when you saw the snacks and blanket in the passenger seat. He was so attentive, bringing your favourites because you kept complaining how much you missed them. “Can I drive?”

He snorted. “Definitely not.”

“Gguk….” You whined. “Please.”

“You just had an 8 hour flight, you’re not driving anywhere Sky.” He said, opening the door for you after he’d lifted your suitcases into the trunk. “I don’t need you passing out behind the wheel.”

“Yeah, well I’d rather not get into an accident cuz of your reckless driving. Remember when you ran a red light and I almost died?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You didn’t almost die, I’ve never been hit before. Or pulled over for that matter.”

You rolled your eyes. “Because you have all the luck for both of us and we know it. Let me drive, please, I’d rather not have an aneurysm the moment I set foot on homeland. I’m not tired, I promise.”

In the end, he huffed and threw you the keys over the hood. “If you even feel a tiny bit tired you’re gonna tell me and you’re gonna pull over that car. Yeah? I don’t need you nodding of behind the wheel.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You said, opening the door and getting in. The gap between you and wheel was way to big, and you yelped at how far to the floor you sank to even get into the damn seat. “I forgot how much I hate this car.”

Jeongguk laughed, throwing his head back and sliding his hand between your knees and under the seat to pull you closer to the wheel. “Just drive, before I lift you back over my lap into the passenger seat.”

The drive was calm. With your favourite music softly playing through the speakers, and Jeongguk’s gentle voice singing along all the tunes that you’d memorised since you were young. In moments like this, you let your eyes off the road to look at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and a small smile playing on his lips. Your heart was content right now, as his hand found yours over the console, playing with your finger without looking at you.

It was after an hour or so that you felt your body grow lethargic and begrudgingly pulled over near a gas station so he could take your spot behind the wheel. He most certainly whined when he tried to get in but couldn’t because you’d left the seat so close to the front. “You and your tiny legs.”

“Maybe it’s you and your big legs.” You joked, squeezing his thigh and making him squirm. “You gotta stop working out so much, before you know it you’ll look like half of the guys back in the US. I don’t understand how they think it’s attractive to have boobs bigger than mine.”

Jeongguk snorted as he hit the freeway again. “Because you really have big boobs.”

“Hey! There’s nothing with my chest mister.”

His eyes crinkled up in a smile, fingers splayed over the beige coloured wheel that made him hands look a bit paler than usual. “Do yours actually get bigger if you work out?”

Casual questions like this were very common between the two of you, and you just shifted in the seat so you could position your legs over his lap. “No, they just turn real firm.”

He hummed, legs spreading comfortably and your feet almost slipping off.

“No Gguk, not a good firm. A bad firm. Like tennis ball firm.”

“Eh.”

“Yeah.” You said, grabbing the blanket and the bag of chips. Jeongguk was a reckless driver, always speeding, always running red lights wherever he could. But he looked comfortable behind the wheel, like somehow he belonged there. His seat slightly reclined, legs spread for no apparent reason, one hand on the wheel and the other dangling off your knees. “So tell me, what have I missed out on?”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, a sign to you that he was most likely about to say something bad. “I might’ve forgotten to mention that I joined a fraternity.”

You choked on your chips right then and there. “I - Excuse me, Mr Jeon?”

“I’m sorry, it just never came up, and I only really joined because of my family and such. But then I saw Jin and we like got talking, and now I’m living in one of the split houses.” He mumbled under his breath, cheeks red because he knew you were going to be upset about this.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know, it never came up? I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

It wasn’t a big deal, you really couldn’t care if he was part of a fraternity. But him not telling you didn’t sit right in your stomach, because he must’ve had a specific reason for it. You told each other everything, and literally everything, from embarrassing doctor’s appointments to hookups gone wrong.

“I mean, I don’t really care. No wonder you were getting your dick wet left and right boy.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, as if I wouldn’t normally.”

“Not that much you wouldn’t!”

“Hey, girls like me, okay. Not my fault.” He shrugged, and you poked your foot near his face just to spite him. “Stop that!”

“Is Jin being nice to you?” you asked, knowing Jin pretty well from when you were younger. As it was, your older sister Livvy used to date him. She met him back when she used to babysit Jeongguk, the event that brought you and your best friend together. Jin is Jeongguk’s older cousin, the other heir to his father’s law firm Jeon-Kim. “Or did he just, not change?”

Jeongguk chuckled, knowing exactly that you were referring to the elder leaving your sister high and dry so he could fuck around in college. “Both, definitely both. My brother’s beyond pissed that I did make it into the second home and he didn’t.”

“What’s that?” you asked, totally aware that you were talking about the notorious fraternity Alpha Tau Omega that was central to the university you would be going to this year as well.

“Oh, it’s like a mansion that’s off campus. Since they’re not allowed to throw parties on campus anymore due to violation of rules. It was something with alpacas, I think? It’s me and 6 others, you’ve seen pics of some of them. Yoongi, and Jimin both live there as well.” You remembered those names clearly, they’d come up before when you were talking to him late at night over the phone. Jimin was 2 years older than him, you remembered him from photos as having an endearing smile and devilishly good looks that were only enhanced by his jet black hair. The other, Yoongi, had shown up in many of Gguk’s snapchats. His hair bleached almost white, and often dressed in something semi casual like skinny jeans and a vest with a baseball cap often pulled far over his face. From what you’d seen from him he was handsome, a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t really explain, but you’d openly admitted to your friend you found him attractive. To which he’d replied that he wasn’t your type. Too…forward, he’d say.

“Okay so, you basically live in a club?”

“I mean, technically, yes. But it’s a really nice place, I have my own room and I only share my bathroom with 1 person.” He turned off the highway, getting home way faster than you would’ve if you’d completed the drive. “I know my dad offered me a penthouse like Hyuk has, but I’d rather live with my friends really. It was way too big and lonely there.”

Jeonhyuk was Gguk’s older brother. It was an understatement to say the two didn’t get along, and you didn’t like him either, at all. Every run in you’d had with the other since you were a kid had made your feelings for him worse. He was as stuck up as his father, money was everything, and he’d use it to claim his status every moment he could.

You licked your lips, closing your eyes. “Hey, you don’t have to justify your choice to me kid. I’d love you even if you lived in a box, because who are we kidding. You’re always at my place anyway.”

“True, very true. It’d be a big box though, you could make a home in there.”

“Pfft, okay mister, I’m just gonna close my eyes for a bit. Don’t kill me while I’m asleep yes?”

“Yes Sky, yes.” You fell asleep to him singing, his fingers drawing patterns on your thigh and relaxing you through the familiarity of it, he always drew the same shapes.

You woke up to him lifting your feet of his lap, laughing when you shot up in fear. “How sad that you woke up, I was gonna carry you upstairs. Seeing that you’re awake though, I guess you can walk.”

Through your window you caught sight of your familiar apartment building. The year you’d been gone, you’d sublet your quite spacious apartment so that you would still have it once you returned. It was a bit further away from your new university than the previous one, but it was near all your favourite spots and it had just become home in 3 years. “Can you piggyback me?”

He protested for a bit, but when you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, he sighed and gave in. “I hope all that McDonald’s didn’t make you too fat to lift.” He said, letting you hop onto his back.

“Stop complaining you baby, we both know you lift more than I weigh.” You shot back, to which he laughed. His hands held you firmly by the thighs as you held your bag in front of his chest.

The material of his leather jacket was slightly slippery but you just had to hold on a bit tighter. He was warm, and you rested your cheek on his shoulder as he carried you to the elevator. You yelped when he pressed you against the mirror, just to annoy you because you knew he could easily carry you. “If you don’t stop being so annoying, I will not let you sleep over.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh, because I certainly want to sleep over.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t miss me in your bed, Jeon Jeongguk. I still remember you complaining how cold it was last December!”

For you and Jeongguk, sharing a bed had become a regular thing. One of the reasons being him always staying over at your house after your sister stopped babysitting him. You had the guest room, but your bed was way more comfortable. Through the years, sharing a bed had evolved into waking up in a mess of tangled limbs and someone most likely drooling on the other. Even though his dad hated it when he kept coming to your place to stay the night, he knew he didn’t have too much of a say in the matter. Some people did thing it was strange, especially since you were 3 years older than Jeongguk. But the age difference really had never mattered to either of you. Maybe you were childish for your age, or whatever. The older you got, the more you both forgot about it.

“Fine.” He sighed, faking annoyance but still carrying you through the door and setting you down on the couch.

The apartment smelled strange, but it was cold, and that feeling of coming back home after a long time crept up your skin ever so slowly. Jeongguk explained how he’d gone grocery shopping with your mom that day, so you’d have some food to eat. He really was somewhat like the third child in your family, both your father and your mother loved him. Your parents were divorced, something that was hard on you three years ago, but now they both secretly always asked you if Jeongguk could come to their christmas dinner and not the other’s. You’d grown used to it, and you were glad they never fought, they still both came for your birthday and got along. They’d just explained how the love was gone.

“I’m going to get the rest of your stuff, go take a shower or something, hmm?”

You nodded, and he did that thing where he briefly brushes his knuckles over your cheek with a fond look in his eyes that you couldn’t explain. It almost brought tears to yours, because you realised how much you’d really missed him. Everything about him. He was a piece of home after all.

After your shower you found him in your bed, scrolling through his phone, jeans discarded on the floor and leather jacket hung over the chair in your bedroom. He was warm as you slid in beside him, and he curled towards you, soft flush spreading over his cheeks as you placed your hand on his arm. “I really missed you.” He whispered.

“What had you so sentimental back at the airport Gguk?”

He licked his lips, arm tucked under his head, leg brushing against yours. “You know, at a certain point I was convinced you had so much fun there, that you’d consider staying there. That you’d decided you wanted to move there permanently and not come back home.”

You looked at him with wonder, seeing the way his eyes slightly glassed over but he managed to push his own tears away. The same way he always would.

“I will always come home Ggukkie, I promised right?” A smile spread over your lips, as you hooked your pinky finger with his. “I don’t break my promises.”

A relieved feelings spread through your body at the sight of his smile. “Yeah, I know.”

“And you know, if you’re scared, or worried, you can always tell me okay? You don’t have to hide things from me. Even if you’re afraid of the answer.”

He nodded, letting go of your fingers and draping his arm over your waist, fingers ghosting ever so lightly over your back through your shirt. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, a bit.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and breathing out gently. Jeongguk smelled lightly of mint and cotton, fresh and light and just the way you remembered.

After that he didn’t really say anything, and you let his presence lull you to sleep. His warmth was welcoming, even though the nights were still full off summer.

The next day, you woke up to an empty bed, stretching out, legs moving without obstruction. “Gguk?” you mumbled with your eyes still closed, aware of the sunlight breaking through your thin curtains and painting your body in small streaks of light.

“I’m going to shower.” He said somewhere to your right with a chuckle. “Are your eyes glued shut or something?”

Jeongguk and his stupid jokes. “If you’re naked, then they are.”

“Okay, one, you’ve seen me naked before. Two, it’s not bad of a sight to look at. Three, I’m not, yet.”

You chuckled, his voice also giving away he hadn’t been awake for long. “Just go shower you thot.”

“If anybody is a thot here, it’s you!”

“If I have to get up out of this bed kid, I swear to God I will hav-“

“I’m going, I’m going.” He laughed, closing the door behind him but not locking it.

After a while of just laying around in bed, you got up and shuffled into the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine and toaster. You found strawberries in the fridge, along with a small cake that said “Welcome home little Sis”. After your sister had gone to university for three years, studying business, she’d told your mom and dad she wanted to pursue baking. Your parents, always having been free and accepting with the both of you, supported her. At that time you were 18, and you’d spend many long long nights in the kitchen with her, covered in flour and milk to try and come up with something nice.

You decided to save it for later, your stomach not up for sugar this early. So you took out the strawberries and cleaned them, setting them on the table together with the coffee, toast, and milk.

Jeongguk walked in still towelling off his hair, face a little red and puffy from the shower. He smiled sheepishly and sat down across from you, hand immediately going for the milk to dull down the harshness of his coffee. “Isn’t this weird?”

“Milk in coffee? No?” you giggled, your friend speaking in the pouty way he often did.

“No,” he shook his head. “Us, falling so easily back together as if it’s nothing?”

You cocked your head to the side, waiting for him to gaze back up at you from his food. “It wasn’t like I never saw you. I talked to you at least twice a week, I’ve told you practically everything that happened. Do you think it’s weird.”

“No.” He shook his head again, hair swaying slightly. “I was just thinking.”

“Stop ruminating in your own head Jeongguk.” You said, pushing the strawberries his way. “Eat, enjoy, and stop waiting for something to go wrong.”

It wasn’t uncommon for him to do this. To be nervous about absolutely nothing, to try and problems and mishaps where there were none. “I have to go in an hour or so. I promised your dad I’d drop you off.”

“Do you have something to do?”

His eyes flickered to his phone as it went off, messages showing up in his screen in quick succession. “Family meeting.”

“Family meeting, or family meeting.” You said, unsure of what had suddenly captured his full attention on the small device.

He sighed, shoulders dropping and running a hand through his hair that was quickly drying. “It’s about the company or something. Hyuk’s gonna be there, but so are Jin and his dad. I’m not really sure what’s up, but I’ll just sit through it and hum to whatever they’re yapping about.”

“If you need me to save call you, just send me a text. Yeah?”

“I know, but they’ll probably not try and one up me if Jin’s in there with uncle Seok. Dad hates nothing more than to be reminded that he shares the company and uncle Seok isn’t going to let him talk shit to me. You should’ve seen dad’s face when he implied that Jin could take over the company with one of their partners if I didn’t want part of it. He almost blew a fuse right there.” He grumbled, mouth full of toast. “My brother just needs to keep his big mouth shut.”

“Well, you could try and talk to Jin about it. I’m sure you guys can figure something out.” You said, not having any knowledge on business at all. You had a bachelor degree in philosophy, and a taste for artistic fields like your father had. Writing was your passion, it was the reason you’d fled the country, to find inspiration and actually put your work into motion. Writing had slowly replaced cheerleading over the years, even though you’d joined a small competitive group once you’d decided to settle down somewhere in upstate California.

He got up after he finished his food. “Did you take a lot of videos?” he asked, pointing at your camera that was still set on the counter from yesterday.

“Yeah, I have like 17 SD cards full of stuff. Because we both know my notebook has zero storage.”

Your friend shook his head in disapproval. “Can I edit them?”

“Huh?”

“Your videos, can I edit them? I’ve been looking for a new project but I haven’t really had anything to film for a while. I promise I won’t ruin them.” You took the image of him smiling and scrunching up his nose in the way only he could and stored it in your mind for later as you told him you’d fetch them before you left.

Before he dropped you off, he promised you he’d call. You’d whined a bit when he said he would be busy for the next week with family and school stuff so he might no be able to come see you, but he’d call you and ask for the week after. You’d agreed with a pout, and kissed his cheek before you left him and the smell of his leather interior behind.

The thing was, he didn’t call you. When you called him, he didn’t pick up and texted you to say he way busy and couldn’t pick up right then. It crushed your heart way too easily, because he’d never done this before. You two barely ever texted, calling was always the better option. He had never been too busy to call you, even if it was for a few minutes. It was over a week until you’d finally managed to get a proper hold of him, and even then it seemed like he was doing something that preoccupied him.

“Gguk what’s going on?”

“Nothing babe.” Okay, now you were suspicious, because he never called you that, ever.

“Gguk, don’t lie to me. Is it your brother?”

He was silent, and you could clearly hear voices in his proximity. “No, I’m not. I’m just busy right now. I’m so sorry, I don’t think I have much time this week. There’s a bunch of shit that needs to be settled with the company for some reason, and I have to help around at ATO to get things ready for the start of the year party. Maybe we can meet before class on Monday? I know a great place on campus that you’ll love, it has those tiny cakes.”

The way he kept his voice almost hushed made you frown, but you’d agreed to it nonetheless. You were sure whatever it was that he was chewing on would come out sooner or later. Maybe he was right, maybe the way you fell so easily back into each other was weird. Or it was too easy to be real.

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hyuckles-chuckles · 4 years ago

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you're already in my veins, darling

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xiubaek-13 · 4 years ago

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First Fight

Prompt: Having your first real fight with Jongin

Setting/AU: Domestic

Warnings: Couples drama? nothing really.

Word Count: 884

Jongin knew two things for certain in this life. First, that he loved you with all of his being and second that he would never understand women. He’d arrived home after a long and tiring day, looking forward to heating up whatever leftovers you had kept for him and relaxing with you on the couch.

Apparently you did not have the same trajectory planned for the evening. When he walked in the door you seemed tense but he thought he’d give you a bit of space before asking what was wrong, he’d only just walked in after all.

He set his bag down and hung his keys on the hook, put his shoes on the rack and made his way to the kitchen. This was his first mistake. You silently followed him, like a small storm cloud, ready to combust. He was hungry, he’d had a long day and he wanted to eat before unpacking whatever was bothering you. He figured you’d understand that. You knew how draining his job was.

He collected his leftovers from the fridge and popped them in the microwave, practically salivating. You’d made his favourite. He glanced over at you as he bent down to get a glass from the cupboard. “Did you want a drink babe?”

“No thanks.” You answered cooly.

At this point he got an inkling that you were mad, but he had no idea what you were mad about. Surely it could wait until he’d eaten. The microwave beeped, he tested the heat of his food with his finger then popped it back in again.

It was getting awkward, this silence. He didn’t like it and he wasn’t sure how to fix it. He turned to face you and gave you a soft smile, one you failed to return. Nervous now, he asked “Babe… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Jongin.” You words hold no conviction and he’s not so oblivious that he can’t see it written all over your face that something is not right.

“Don’t do that, clearly something is up. Please tell me?” He reached out to touch you but you stepped back, out of reach. That, he was not expecting.

“How long have we been together Jongin?” You asked flatly.

He bit his lip as he calculated the time in his head. “Six months.”

“Can I ever expect to meet your friends?” You start. “Or do you plan to keep me as your dirty hidden secret forever?”

The hurt in your voice is palpable. He hadn’t realised that so much time had passed. He’d been so busy with work and making sure to spend time with you that he kind of forgot to introduce you to his friends.

“You’re not a dirty secret.” He replied, ignoring the beep of the microwave. Food would have to wait.

You sighed. “Do they even know you have a girlfriend.”

Shit.

He’d hardly spoken to them since the two of you got together, only catching up for work related meetings. “Uh..”

“I’ll take that as a no.” You took a deep breath, attempting to ground yourself. “Are you that ashamed of me that you couldn’t even mention me in passing for six fucking months?!”

Jongin is tired. He is hungry. And he’s never fought with you before. He doesn’t know how to respond. Doesn’t know if you’ll yell or if you’ll be eerily calm or if you’ll cry, leave, he just has no idea. “Babe,”

“I don’t know why you feel the need to hide me away. Unless you’re embarrassed of me.”

He shook his head, frantically trying to bring the tension down. “No! It’s not that!”

“Then what. What could possibly be a good reason for not mentioning me for half a goddamned year?” You’re mad now, that much he’s worked out.

He tried to speak, to make you understand but every time he tried to start explaining you cut him off. You’re hurt, and feeling like you don’t matter, that he’s not as serious about you as you are him and right now, you need to know. So much so that you won’t let him speak.

Then his exhaustion kicks in. The calm that he was maintaining snaps.

“I don’t have a good reason ok?! I’ve been so fucking busy at work, so busy that I barely get a break to eat let alone have a conversation about anything other than work. Then I spend all of my free time with you, because I am infatuated with you. Telling anyone else. Well it slipped my mind ok?!”

You stood silently, a tear rolling down your face as he yelled. You’d never felt less important. Six months, six whole months and no one in his life knew you existed. It wasn’t good enough.

You squared your shoulders and mustered all of the courage that you could. “Eat your fucking chicken, it seems you care about it more than the person who made it for you.” You turned and headed towards the door. “I’m going to Sohee’s. Don’t call me unless I’m no longer a secret.”

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fairyshuuu · 5 years ago

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wild valley pt1 | chanyeol

.summary. Park Chanyeol; sweat rolling down a naked back mixed with motor oil, you; white sugar sticking to your gums at sunset– ice cream flavored. Drugs, booze, money. He’s everything you’re not, the question is – for how long? .word count. 6k .mechanic!au | gang!au | car shop!au. .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. romance, angst (smut in the future)

.warnings. criminal activity, mature language .author’s note. i’m so excited to start this series, i hope you’re ready to go on an adventure. if you like this universe, please consider reading everyone else’s works because they are all amazing and you’ll definitely enjoy everyone’s part of the collab! thank you!!

♫ let me set the mood ♫

teaser. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6. part 7. (m) part 8. (m)

Though you’ve met people on a daily— flashing through the motions like a flashback, and you’ll surely meet a lot more before the day is over; you’ll only ever meet one person you’ll truly call wild. He carries himself with the force of a wild stallion, the roar of a lion, and is perhaps the only person who can keep up with you. The only person you long to keep up.

In the bright, rising sun, you brush your hair away from your damp neck and look around the dusty street. Crushed cans litter the sidewalk, cigarettes still smoking as they meet the cement. The heat seems to beam up from the earth itself, clinging to the houses and making them slump into themselves. You glance at your phone again, before lugging the heavy suitcase behind you. Blisters fight their way up around your heels, the skin chafed and tender from the travel.

Both sides of the road are lined by houses, both small and slightly bigger, ranging in colors from brown and grey to red brick. Telephone cables are strung low between the houses, and while there is an overdose of them, there’s barely any trees to give any shade. The streets look old, both by color and wear, black streaks covering the pale gray. Across the street, a low hanging black car stands parked— gleaming in the sun. It’s not the only fancy car you’ve seen since arriving.

Before the grey plastered house at the corner you hold, looking up. One of the red roof tiles has dropped and is now laying next to the door, shattered into small shards. You pull your lips tight, before ringing the doorbell and stretching your arms in front of you. The taxi ride from the airport had been long, and you are the first to admit that a soft bed will be your only lover for the next week or so.

Two cars pass while you wait, heavy rumbles falling from the engines as they race down the street. With a creak the door swings open, and before you can process two arms are wrapped tight around your neck. The body crashes into yours without holding back, an excited giggle falling from your lips. Two wet kisses are pressed to your cheeks, before you get enough room to breathe. “Baby sister,” the young woman in front of you sighs, relief dripping from her eyes.

“Hey, sis.” You look over your shoulder, and at the people strolling with their hats pulled low over their eyes, before smiling wide. “Pretty place,” you mouth, pulling up your nose against the tickle creeping up. At your sister’s quick smack to your shoulder, you laugh and grab hold of your luggage. “That sounded sarcastic, but I’m serious. For starting from nothing, you’ve done well for yourself. I’m proud of you, sis.”

She flushes slightly, and brushes her long tan-colored hair over her shoulder, shaking her head. “Just come in, you. It’s been a while.” She takes your suitcase from you, and walks into the significantly cooler hall, glancing back at you every few seconds. Her face is sharper than you remember it being, with some freckles littering her cheeks because of the summer weather. “You must have had it harder than I thought, if you decided to leave after all. I hope… I know it’s not home, but I hope you’ll like it here.” She pats her hand on the wall of the narrow hall while you take off your shoes, and nods to herself. “The people here are welcoming, and kind. I’m sure you’ll fit right in, with that awfully positive attitude of yours.” She giggles when you smile up at her.

“You know I’ve always felt more at home when you were around, Yuna. Don’t worry, I’m sure I won’t get homesick. It’s good to see you again, I missed you.” Your big sister stares for a little longer, before nodding and dragging the case behind her.

“I know,” she mumbles, before cocking her head into the house. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” With her excited steps in front, she leads you up the steep stairs and through another small office-like room, before arriving at a big blue door. It has clouds painted all over, with a coat hanger right in the middle. Your sister smiles, before giving a guilty grin. “You can paint that later. I didn’t get to it yet.”

Though you hum as you push open the door, you smile. “Maybe I’ll leave it. It has a charm.” You both laugh, before entering the small single-person room, cleared out in a hurry. The bed is made with all white bedding, the dresser still half open from the clean. “What, you kicked out your housemate just for me?”

“Oh, that?” your sister grins, before plopping your luggage down next to the door, and looking around the dark purple room. “No, she was moving in with her boyfriend anyway, I just made her hurry it up a little more than planned.” Her smile is small, but the gentle glint in her eyes says enough. “You’re totally welcome here, don’t worry.”

You take a deep breath, before nodding and staring at your feet. “Really though, Yun. Thank you.”

She gives a tight lipped nod, before pulling you close and pressing a kiss on your head. “You’re welcome, Dew.” She looks around the room then, and back at the stairs. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll order take-out for you, I know how much you love Chinese. Bet it’s been a while, huh?”

“Ever since you last visited, I think,” you nod, stepping more into your new space. You don’t remind her that that must have been more than two years ago. Yuna smiles and pulls her hair up into a ponytail, before gesturing you to get settled. The carpet under your feet is soft but feels cold, as you watch her skip down the stairs. With a deep sigh you bend down and zip open your bag, kneeling before it. All your important belongings are in this one carrier, you think, all memories and all sentiments stitched into the seams.

You pick up the frame on top, and stare at it for a second. Young mom, young dad, little Yuna and even smaller you. They all still smile, which is a foreign sight nowadays. Still, you smile as you put it to your side, and start pulling out your sweaters. Soon this room will feel more like home, you can already feel it. You’ll just have to paint over the ugly purple walls, is all. You giggle when you hear Yuna squeak downstairs, most likely dropping something much like you remember her clumsy self.

You hold out your grey university sweater in front of you, before tossing it on your bed and following close behind. The bed creaks when you land on it with a giggle. You roll over and stare at the ceiling, before breathing in the air of this new city. The thick feeling stuck to your lungs is still very much present— you doubt it’ll fade anytime soon. But still, the smell of mint and the smell of oil are refreshing. You swallow. Everything here smells like gasoline, the cars, the buildings, the people. Soon you’ll smell like gasoline too, and you’re aching to make a spark.

If the garage smells like one thing, maybe he’d say it smells like devotion. The smell of metal, and salt of the hours of hard work spent. It smells of rust, of oil and gas, of fire and of rubber tires, and to Chanyeol it smells like affection. He’s never been one for sentiments, but this place is the closest he has to an offspring, and the suffocating heat that collects behind the metal gate feels like home. The shop is a mess, a total of four unfinished cars in states of disrepair at his hands and at his mercy too.

The one from under which he straightens up from is a deep red mustang, and a piece of crap in his opinion. She’s old and has had multiple changes of parts already, and she’s luckily not his. Chanyeol would rather eat lead than buy a piece of crap like the one standing in the middle of the garage, since he sees the cars he owns as lovers. The 65’ model is a beauty though, despite that, and that’s why he’s putting in so much effort to keep her going. Putting the rusted bolts on the trolley next to him, he runs the back of hand across his forehead and sighs.

Coming from the back room sounds a voice, soft despite the loudness of the AC, and Chanyeol needs to lean back to hear him. “Howzit working out there, Yeol?” The tall, blonde man walks into the room with a rag swung over his shoulder, and ties the arms of his overall around his waist, leaving his chest free. Small beads of sweat sit on his collarbones from being in the back all afternoon. Chanyeol shakes his head as he looks back at the car, before grabbing the rag to clean the thick, black fluid off his hands.

“I changed part of the rear axle and the bolts to get her lower on the floor, but I can’t really do much about the corners,” he mumbles, voice deep. “Byun just needs to ease off the throttle when she under-steers in the turns, I’ve told him before. He’s asking me to fix something that’s isn’t even possible with his car.” His calloused hands tighten around the rag when he finishes, looking over at the younger when he hums.

“You know Byun. He likes to think he’s the main in an action movie. He’s gonna drive that baby into the floor, there’s not much you can do about it, Yeol,” Sehun says. Chanyeol sighs, before nodding and swinging the rag around his neck to pat the hood of the sleek, cherry Mustang. The fingerprints he leaves are like bruises on tender skin, love bites of his passion for cars. If he were asked to explain, maybe people would find it weird, but Chanyeol knows Sehun understands. The kid has just as much love for cars, if not more.

Running a hand through his icy, white hair, Chanyeol points towards the main door of the garage. “I’ll finish up some of the engine stuff later, I’m gonna go grab something to eat at 6th. You coming?”

Sehun lifts his lip and frowns, before sighing. “I can’t, sorry. I still need to work on the little beast over in the corner, and I’ve been slacking. Rain check though?”

Chanyeol nods and jams his arms in his overall, zipping it up high enough to be considered decent but low enough to let in some fresh air. “Sure. Don’t wait up if I don’t come back right away.” As he walks toward the door, Sehun turns on his heel though, and makes a dramatic gasping noise.

“So that’s why you always go to that same shitty diner. What, have you finally found someone you like?” Though there’s a playfulness in his voice, Chanyeol can’t help but wonder if it is meant as a genuine question about his sanity and persona at once. He sighs, but decides to be honest as he pulls open the stained metal and lets in the coldness of a breeze.

“No, I haven’t. I’m busy, I don’t have time for women and- liking people.” Sehun pulls a disbelieving face, but then just smiles and turns back toward the car. Maybe the look stems from the fact that Chanyeol was quite the ladies man just a few years ago or maybe because he still has his fair share of nightly outings like the lot of them, but Chanyeol is generally truthful. His life is busy as it is, and in his line of work intimacy doesn’t come easy. “Just don’t drop a wrench on your foot, idiot. I’m going. And no smoking indoors, Oh Sehun!” At the sharp giggle that rings out, Chanyeol steps out, letting the metal gate clash closed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket easily. The screen has too many cracks to count, because unlike his cars he doesn’t care much about this piece of metal.

No missed calls, which is always a good sign. He puts the phone back in it’s confinement, before fishing out a Marlboro pack and picking out a smoke. As he holds the thing between his lips and strikes the lighter, a recognizable screech makes it’s way down the wide street. He lights his ciggie and takes a deep pull as he watches the blue of a shape speed closer, chest rumbling with something that could build to be a song. The car speeds down the road and past his garage, only to stop harshly at the end of the road. The 66’ deep blue Miura P400 is parked a good thirty feet away from his feet, and though Lamborghini's aren’t his kind of car, he’s always had a knack for spotting the princesses in donkey skin.

A familiar tingle makes it’s way down his spine as he watches the driver get out and enter a shop across the street, knowing how easy it would be to unlock the old car and spark her to a start. It would take him not even a full two minutes, and yet he knows that his disobedience wouldn’t be appreciated. Besides, he doesn’t work like that anymore. So instead he takes another pull, and lets the smoke deep in his lungs. It’s always been easy for Chanyeol to drown in the heat. It’s always felt like second nature, that deep burning of desire between the spaces of his rib cage that beg to be ignited.

And he burned the brightest, everyone who knows him now was there when he did and will confirm it in a heartbeat. Though many of his fires have dimmed to mere embers with time, it’s always been easy for him to drown in the heat and now he has addictions that aren’t easily shaken. Smoking is one of them. He’s never been one to see it as a part of dying, not like some people refuse to touch a cigarette with a stick like the thing itself carries disease. He’s lived with death, ran alongside it for long enough to feel the smoke in his lungs as something familiar. As he breathes out, the driver comes back outside.

He’s tall, and wears a leather jacket with a logo that Chanyeol doesn’t recognize. When the stranger turns both ways to check the street, they meet eyes, and for a moment he pauses. When Chanyeol takes another pull, the man gives him a little nod and looks away. The Miura is driven out of sight quickly after, leaving him with the thick longing of getting to know not the driver— but the car. He drops his shoulders at the possibility of that, and tosses the stub on the ground to put it out under his feet. With a last cloud he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and starts walking.

The grass that sticks from between the sidewalk is carrying small yellow flowers now, enjoying the bright summer sun. Luckily the diner is not far, so he doesn’t mind walking the way. As he walks he keeps his eyes to the ground, though he glances around once in a while to check around him. Most people wouldn’t recognize his face, and those who do are smart enough to let him be, this he’s grateful for. The sun is already sinking lower and giving everything a soft, pink glow. As he rounds the last corner, it strikes him as odd, since the street is not totally abandoned.

He rights himself more, and strolls past multiple people casually, as he scans the area. The normally empty road almost seems lively, the smell of sweets filling the air. Admittedly, Chanyeol hasn’t been out a lot lately because of the heaps of work shoved on his shoulders, but the change is striking. He sighs deeply, before picking out another ciggie and lighting it, breathing out smoke with his annoyance. As he crosses the street to get to the diner, he frowns out of habit, letting thoughts devour him. The sweetness is slightly nauseating. With two big steps he makes his way to the door and grabs hold of the familiar metal, when a fruity voice breaks his silence. “Hey!” When he looks to the side, two bright eyes meet his.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your apron, and blink your lashes against the bright afternoon light. Yuna places her palms on the counter, and stares at the metal ice cream basket you plonked down ever so graciously. “Cream, machine, let it freeze as it stirs and take it out when half frozen. Done,” you repeat, glancing over your shoulder at her. Her pretty face is held in a frown, but she does her best to smile while you take a spoon to taste the ice cream you’ve made. It tastes… pretty good.

“Yeah, that’s all. You know how to make the waffles too, right?” You nod a curt yes, before her brows unlace from each other. “Good, just— don’t play around too much, ‘kay? This place is my baby, and it’s the only thing paying for the house and I-”

“I’ll do my best, Yuna, I promise. It’s good to know that you don’t think I’m totally incompetent,” you wink, slotting the new ice cream basket into the display next to the others. Standing near it in this weather is a blessing.

Your sister smiles, before swinging her arm around your shoulder. “Not totally, no. I just think you’re mildly incompetent.” She laughs along with you when you turn to her with your spoon, ready to smack it on her head. You give up when she holds her hands in front of her in a silent plead, smiling. “Right. I’m going now, you got this. Work hard and sell a lot, if you can. You saw how I did it, so I believe in you.”

“Thank you, sis. Go do business!” With a wave she slips out the door, and leaves you alone for the first time today. You’ve only started work a few hours ago, but that was with Yuna by your side, who’s basically a veteran at this by now. Being alone in the small store gives a weird feeling, though it’s nice to feel responsible for once. If you work hard, she might let you work here full time until you go back to school— a miracle because, ice cream.

Two people walk up the sidewalk, a couple strolling in the midday glow. As they get closer, you smile and give them a little bow. “Good afternoon. Would you like some ice cream? We’re selling at half the price today because it’s my first day.” The girl catches your eyes right away, widening with excitement as the delicious colors appear. Even before she asks, the boyfriend seems to know because he puts out his butt and reaches for his wallet.

“Yes, please.” She comes to stand on the step in front, and smiles. “For me, one strawberry, one lime please.”

“Would you like that in a cup or a cone?”

“Cone, please.”

“Coming right up. And for you?” you turn to the young man, who just shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown hair.

“I’m good, I gotta-”

The girl groans though, taking his hand and shaking it. You’ve got the woman’s ice cream finished in a second, and slide it carefully in the stand. “Come on, Minseok, just get an ice cream. Don’t you see how good they look?” You laugh a little at them both, and bite your lip.

With a roll of his eyes, he gives in. “Double coffee flavor, please. In a cone.” You nod and prepare the second ice cream quickly, as he takes out his money. Carefully you hand the cone over, before walking to the register.

“That’ll be… $3,04.” With that the man hands you a fiver, before starting to walk away. He just mouths ‘keep the change’, and grabs his girlfriend’s hand to continue down the sidewalk. You stare them down for a little longer, before sighing and looking around the street again. It’s not very busy, but there’s people walking, which is a good sign. You just need them to get close enough to lure them into your sweet-smelling trap. You giggle softly to yourself while you think that, because there’s not really much you have to do for people to crave ice cream. As long as you can get their attention—

Right as you think that, a tall man comes walking across the road, towards you. He’s slumped forward a little, a cigarette held casually between his lips and his hands in the pockets of his blue overalls. His hair is a striking icy white against his golden skin. As he gets closer you notice the frown on his face, and almost decide to stay quiet. He glances over his shoulder, before reaching for the door of the building right next to yours, oblivious to your gaze on him.

Without being able to help it, you lean forward across the counter. “Hey!” you call, giving him a little smile. He looks up slightly confused, and definitely mildly annoyed. You don’t let that stop you though. “Could I tempt you?” You point down at the ice cream to drive the point home, watching as he gives you a one over. Despite his harsh expression, he has a handsome face, you notice, with soft features and a sharp jawline.

The man clenches his jaw, before raising his one eyebrow. “You’ve got the wrong one, sugar.” He keeps one side of his mouth still as he talks to keep his smoke in his mouth, which makes him look even more annoyed. His dark brows make him look stern, and despite his still youthful face— he looks a good bit older than you. “You’re looking for Byun.” With that he grabs the handle and pulls open the door of the diner.

“I highly doubt that!” you quickly bring out, breathing out when he turns over his shoulder to look at you. When he doesn’t immediately say anything in response, you twirl your spoon in your hand, with a little smile. “I don’t know who Byun is, I’m new here, you see.” Again, the man stares at you with a blank face, blowing out a cloud grey smoke in your direction. You turn your face away a bit, to keep from coughing at the smell, and try again. “You really don’t want some ice cream? It’s probably hot in whatever factory you come from, and we’re selling half the price.”

Finally, he reacts, letting the door drop closed to fold his arms across his chest. Even with the over sized blue attire, you can tell that he’s pretty buff, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s really only from whatever work he does. He picks his dart out of his lips to hold it between his fingers, to cocks his head back a little. “I don’t like ice cream.” Harsh shadows fall on his face like that, the sun low enough to create a dappled pattern on his warm skin.

You nod, before lulling your head to the side. “Well, then come talk to me for a little bit!” You don’t know why you’re putting in so much effort, when you could surely talk to someone less grumpy, but something about him feels familiar. Not in the way Yuna feels familiar, and not in the way your friends from back home feel familiar. His attitude is about as far as you could get from it, and yet, you enjoy the deep tremble of his voice. It feels comforting in a way, warm but not burning. You’re sure that if he were to leave now, he’d remain in your head for a long while.

He takes another pull from his smoke, and then looks around the street— for what you’re not certain. When he blows out his smoke, he sighs. “I don’t like talking either.”

You give a little giggle, and put your ice cream scoop back in it’s watery bucket. “Hmh- I think you’d be in the minority for both there.” He doesn’t really react, but you’re starting not to mind as much. Maybe he’s just a really quiet person. You pick one of the failed waffles and plop a part in your mouth, talking with your hand in front of your mouth. “I just wanna make friends, ‘ya know? Have you lived here for long? Do you know my sister?”

He stares at you for a while without answering, his dark eyes connecting with yours without fail. When you look at the floor with warm cheeks, he hums. “For long enough.” His voice is so deep and gentle when he speaks, that you almost find it doesn’t fit his demeanor. After a while of just looking at each other in silence, he clears his voice. “And I don’t- who’s your sister?”

“Her name is Yuna, she’s the boss of this here shop.” You proudly glance up at the sign that hangs above your head, before smiling at him. Strangely, his thundery demeanor only makes you want to be more joyful, and you have no idea why. A persistent smile keeps tugging at your lips when you look at him.

He blinks twice, before shaking his head. “Never heard of her.” He puts out his butt on the cement instead of putting it in the ashtray next to the door, and shoves his large, calloused hands back in the pockets. His frown hasn’t left his face for a second, and it’s this that makes you pause.

With a small voice, you lace your hands together behind your back. “You really don’t want to be talking to me, huh?”

“Well noticed,” he sighs, lifting one of his brows again.

Though that stings just a little, you nod, and smile at him. “Okay, then. Have a good day! I’m Y/N, if we see each other again.” The man doesn’t say anything else, just gives you a little nod and then pulls open the door of the diner again. The loud music from inside comes to meet your ears as he does, but fades just as quick as it came when he walks through the door and lets it drop closed behind him. You stare at the door until the image of his frown fades, and you look back at the street.

Chanyeol sighs as he sinks into the chair, hands limply laying on his thighs. Sweat is collected at his hairline, a cold drink sitting on the edge of the table in front. His black shirt clings to his chest because of the heat, sticking uncomfortably to his back like a tight hug. He frowns as he looks over the crowd, running his tongue over his teeth. The whole ordeal is not his place, hasn’t been for a while now, and yet— here he sits pressed in the booth right in the center of the club, able to view the entire room.

This is a privilege that comes with the reputation he must have. His fingers tremble slightly when he looks over his shoulder, looking for one of the bartenders. He’d like a smoke right about now, but even he isn’t allowed to smoke indoors and he doesn’t feel like pressing between the sweaty, dancing bodies to make his way to the door. Instead he reaches for the whiskey and swallows the thing down without thinking. A vicious burn sits at the back of his mouth, irritating his throat. He doesn’t let it bother him.

The club music is almost deafening, bass trembling through skin and bone and maybe he won’t stay long enough for it to shake him, but maybe he will. His friends are also lounging in the seats, some more occupied then others. The girl next to him has her tongue so far down his friend’s throat that she must be able to taste every drink he’s had in his entire life. Chanyeol just looks around for a bit, before he makes eye contact with one of the bartenders and lifts his glass.

“Aren’t you glad I dragged you out of your cave?” Baekhyun says, almost shouting because of the music. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, dark brown hair sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol can see that Baekhyun has more alcohol in him than he’s letting on, staring across the crowd for what must be a new body to enjoy. When Chanyeol doesn’t answer right away, the older swings an arm over his shoulder and squeezes. “Loosen up a little, Yeol. You’ve grown so damn reclusive since you moved out of my place.”

This ticks him off, though he tries his very best not to let it show. “You know why I can’t, Byun. Don’t try your bullshit on me, I’m not in the mood.”

Baekhyun pauses when he catches eyes with his friend, gaze softening a little. “You can do whatever you want, Yeol, the past is gone. I’m not saying you have to find yourself someone fuck, I’m genuinely wondering, is all. We all know you’ll fuck someone when you feel like it. I just need to know you’re good.” When Baekhyun raises an eyebrow in question, Chanyeol sighs and nods. At that moment, the bartender of earlier sheepishly walks up, and fills his cup, leaving the whole bottle on the table while he’s at it.

The white haired man sighs, before changing the topic. “How she drive now, anyway?” The aching in his lungs is distracting, his worked hands playing with the chain hanging from his belt.

Baekhyun hums. “She drives great, as always. You did a good job. She doesn’t shake like that anymore.” He tosses the last of his drink back and reaches for the bottle to fill up again. “You know, that rattling sound she made!”

“One day I’m not gonna be able to fix that rust bucket of yours,” Chanyeol mumbles, a smile pulling at his lips when Baekhyun gives him a comically offended look. “Get yourself a new one, for fuck sake.”

“How about you shut your mouth? Just do the job I pay you for and stop complaining.”

At that he can’t hold a grin. “You pay me jack shit, dumbass.” He swirls the whiskey in his glass and watches as it changes color because of the strobe lights. The girl next to him has now come to sit in his friend’s lap, and is still sucking face. With another smooth move he tosses the entirety of his glass back, and couches. “I’m setting off, guys. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” As he reaches to get up, slim fingers round his wrist.

“Yeol,” Baekhyun calls, prompting him to look back at his friend. Without another word the brunet pulls open his blazer and picks out a small bag, small blue pills filling it to the brim. Baekhyun asks a mute question with his eyes as he offers it to him, but Chanyeol puts his hand in his pocket while shaking his head the slightest bit.

“Not tonight, Byun. Thanks though.” With that he makes his way out of the group, saying goodbye to everyone and teasingly ruffling Junmyeon’s hair. He steps down the platform of the booth to weave between the dancing bodies. Some girls stare him down as he does, but he doesn’t feel like being nice tonight. And when he’s not nice, he brings on disaster. He prefers to keep tonight calm, making it to the door quickly. For the short two hours he’s been in the bar for, he feels pretty tipsy.

Those last couple of glasses would be to blame there. He takes a deep breath of the outside air, ignoring the people making out against the wall in front, and reaches in his pants for the familiar box. The flame is bright in the night, a bright red against the blue sky. The warm smoke makes it’s way in his lungs like a soothing balm, getting rid of the stress that built up in his muscles. The air is much colder now, but it feels nice. He takes a deep breath, and starts walking away from the club, crossing the street smoothly. Not many people will be racing tonight, he knows, since every worthwhile racer is collected in that bar.

He walks with slow but confident steps, enjoying the music as it fades into the distance. He didn’t park his car close. Chanyeol wasn’t going to let some drunk asshole scratch it up, or there would have been hell to pay. As he walks, the work he still has to do comes to mind. He still has the McLaren 12C Spider to work on, as well as one of his personally projects, and some touch ups for clients around town. As he walks, a face suddenly comes to mind. Your smile, and excited enthusiasm that would normally piss him off.

Though he pushes it down quickly after, you stay cemented far back in his thoughts, without reason. Finally he rounds the corner that reveals his prized possession, a 19’ Mercedes G-Class he got after trading his favorite car for Jongdae’s loss. He had been livid, but looking back now, it was a blessing in disguise. The blacked out windows gleam in the streetlights. He quickly hops in and drives her out off the street, ignoring the slight swaying of the street.

He’s driven cars when black out drunk before, so this is nothing. And even if he would get held up by the cops, he wouldn’t get in trouble. Exo owns this town, and everyone here knows it. He’s lucky to be where he is, with all honesty. If Junmyeon wouldn’t have picked him out of junior jail, he might have been in jail more than he would have been out. The drive to the garage is short. He doesn’t live here, but he’d rather not go to sleep tonight. Spending the rest of the early morning tinkering sounds that much more appealing. He throws a quick glance at the clock while parking her around the corner. 4:34 AM.

As he hops out, a sound catches his ear. The squeaking of metal. He frowns for a second, before reaching the front with big steps. Someone sits crouched in front of the garage door, with a wire cutter and clearly trying to force the lock of the door. Chanyeol clenches his jaw tight, before tossing his ciggie to the floor and crossing his hands over his chest. The harsh swell of his lungs is painful against the tight confinement of his ribs.

With all the self-control he can muster, he speaks out, voice deep in the otherwise silent street. “One more move and I’ll plunge a knife so deep between your shoulders that your grandmother feels it in her toes.” The person freezes for a second, before looking over with wide eyes. His face is covered with a face mask, but Chanyeol can immediately see he’s young. “You’re not messing with the right people, kid,” he rasps, pulling his black butterfly knife out of his shoe, and flicking it open.

The young man hesitates for a second, round eyes widening, before sprinting down the road. Though Chanyeol could easily chase him, by foot or car, he doesn’t. Instead he spits some of the leftover alcoholic taste on the floor, and stares at the retreating back of the dude. The blaring between his ears now gets painful, so he turns to get inside. When he does though, he catches a glint in his peripheral. Next to the damaged lock lays something, what turns out to be the wire cutters when he bends down to pick it up. Chanyeol sighs and puts his knife away again, before staring closer at the tool in his hands.

On the side, a name is written, messily scribbled like you would on your personal water bottle. When he reads it, Chanyeol’s eyes widen slightly in recognition. Yoonoh.

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singingunderthecurtain · 6 years ago

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Soul On Fire [M]

Author: julietsoddeye Genre: Non-Idol, Rich Kids AU | Smut Pairing: Siwon x Reader x Junmyeon Warning(s): Unprotected three way sexual intercourse, slight degradation (but not using names like sl*t or wh*re because I do not fucking like those words!!!), slight kink-shaming in a very friendly??? bantering??? way idk im just listing the things I think are in here, sorry. There’s also hair pulling, kinda and all around being rough (mostly Siwon and reader I think lol huhuhaha) Also there’s mention of driving under the influence (like, not a lot, just a couple of beer cans maybe) AND cockwarming. dassit! Word Count: 3.1k

Plot: You and Junmyeon were there to send Siwon when he enlisted, and for sure you and Siwon will be there too when it comes Junmyeon’s time. The three of you have the weirdest camaraderie and nothing has changed over the years, you’re confident nothing will be different after tonight.

A/N: This is like 5% plot, 95% smut lmfao. I dedicate this to my unnie, of course @oh-beyond since I love her fic “Unintentional” so much, I read it for the second time and I was promptly inspired by her creation and this is the shit I got out of it. And I know I’m on hiatus, but, like, idek what I’m saying anymore. LOL bear with me, I’m insane and always lack sleep. Sorry.

You first met Siwon and Junmyeon when you were at the tender age of thirteen. You instantly had a huge crush with Siwon (you lowkey find Junmyeon cute too, they weirdly resemble each other). Who wouldn’t have a crush on any of them? They were, after all, part of the richest and most handsome boys in your school.

You were, however, just alright (at least in your mind). But you were the butt of every joke and mocking of the mean kids. You’re the new money type, you were teased a lot because you weren’t born into a rich family as they did.

Everything changed though when Siwon and Junmyeon stood up for you when the meanest kid in your class pushed you randomly because apparently, you were in her way even though you were just rummaging through your locker for the textbooks you will be needing for that day.

Siwon saw everything and he immediately grabbed her wrist and told her off, she scrambled to her feet afraid and confused why the popular kids are being nice to new money you. Junmyeon then helped you stand up as both of them asked you if you were alright. And you were, thanks to them.

As it turns out, their fathers, who co-CEO the biggest conglomerate in South Korea where your father works are the sole reason why you became Nouveau riche. Their fathers’ generosity didn’t stop with yours, the sons extended their helping hands to you as well.

Ever since that fateful day, you were suddenly respected overnight. Some students may have faked it, but you found good friends in their group.

Siwon was this sweet oppa — Your sweet oppa. He drives you to your dance and piano lessons when your parents are busy attending functions and parties. He buys you ice cream when you get upset and unsatisfied with your grades. And he kills bugs for you when a critter gets in your way. He’s silly too, makes all the funniest faces he can pull off just to make you laugh extra hard when you’re hanging out together.

Junmyeon was your study buddy and your seatmate (he’s miraculously in your class every year after you became close). Siwon was a few years older than both of you, while you and Junmyeon are in the same grade. He helps you focus when you’re suddenly distracted by the smallest of things. And when you’re not studying, he’s telling all the dad jokes he probably got from his own father and the three of you would laugh boisterously. So loud too, that mothers of whichever household you decided to hang out in would shush you so hard.

Siwon was the first one to collapse on your bed. He dramatically dropped, a loud thud and an –oof was heard from him. Your night out took a toll on the three of you, him especially since you and Junmyeon were younger than he is.

You called them up suddenly at nine in the evening last night. It was your Birthday eve and you guilt your way through them accepting your hasty invitation. Well, you don’t really have to do that much because they give in to whatever request or favor you ask of them anyway.

You don’t understand why they do what they do for you since they don’t always do the same to anyone not even for any of their previous girlfriends. You've seen a number of women leave their lives full of tears and eyes stained hatred only just for you.

You are young, you are beautiful and rich and you are a threat to them — all of them.

“That was really fun!”

You exclaim as you jump up on your bed, almost on top of Siwon. But he shoots a little bit over to the side to give you space. The three of you just got home (your apartment) from a wild night.

And by wild night meant dinner at your favorite steak restaurant in Gangnam. Drive around Seoul for hours, stop at a convenience store by the Han River to buy each of you two cans of cheap beer and some ice cream. Drive some more and then stop for some tteokbokki and soondae and then home. It was almost Three AM when you arrived at your pad. They decided to sleepover since their own houses were out of the way from where you guys ended up driving to.

“Yeah, let’s never do that again!”

Siwon said with fake enthusiasm. His head hits your pillows after he spoke. You lay your head on his hard chest and then he encircles his arms around your shoulders.

“But we end up doing it year after year anyway.”

Junmyeon lets out a slight laugh as you felt the bed dip and he crawls closer behind you.

“Especially on your birthday.”

Junmyeon adds, poking your back with his pointy finger before resting his forearm around your waist, you clasp your fingers with his when he did so. You can feel his hot breath slowly fanning the nape of your neck. He scoots closer to your body, him spooning you. His left arm up uses it as a pillow for his head since your pillows are all on Siwon’s side of the bed.

You started humming a melody all of a sudden, some song that played on your car radio that got stuck in your head for some reason.

You felt Siwon give the top of your head a chaste kiss when he felt you mindlessly trace shapes on his abs. You didn’t stop your actions even after you notice yourself doing so, it must be the alcohol in your system that’s giving you confidence.

You don’t do these kinds of things on normal days. Even if you still have a crush on both of them, you never act upon your feelings — ever.

Not even when they both have drunkenly confessed to finding you hot and sexy and actually wife material. Not even when you know you’re the reason why all the women they have ever dated leaves them. Not even when Junmyeon kissed you on New Year’s Day last year when you both were the only single people in that party and dismissed it as just a New Year’s kiss. Not even when Siwon suddenly lowkey getting mad when he saw you and Junmyeon eating each other’s faces on the same NY’s party and you know he was embittered (even though he was with his then girlfriend at that time, what the hell) but you didn’t disclose it with him or even Junmyeon.

“Oppa…”

You trail your words, deciding not to continue your sentence. But you still have the urge to tell him now even though it has been two years since that incident.

Siwon gave you a lazy hum as a response, rubbing your arm that he was holding in a soothing manner.

Junmyeon suddenly shifts behind you, you tighten your hold on his hand when you felt him about to let go. And he froze, even his breathing hitched with your action.

You wiggle your ass a bit, you know this is a dangerous property you’re trenching but you don’t care. And slowly, Junmyeon grew half hard with your alacrity.

Junmyeon whines your name silently, it was a very gentle squeak but you still heard it and he slightly pinched the skin of your hand he was holding but you still didn’t stop rubbing your ass on his crotch.

Siwon opened one of his eyes when the bed flits a bit and you suddenly hike up his shirt to touch and expose his hard abs. He saw your eyes were half-lidded, teeth biting your lower lip with hips swaying slowly and Junmyeon’s face struggling to keep a straight mask. But his nose was flaring and eyes almost closing as well.

“Mmm, what is this?”

You froze when you heard Siwon speak. You brave yourself to look at him and he was staring right at your face, his eyes dark and tongue pokes out to lick his lips while his eyes are dancing between your eyes and your mouth ardently.

“Are you giving Junmyeon a hard time?”

He jokes but his eyes glint with a humorless look, more of an inferno-like intensity radiates through them. It feels like your actual soul is on fire.

With his words, you stood up and position yourself on top of him. Your ass now grinding Siwon’s groin and he slams his head on your pillow harshly, you felt the puff of air on your knees from the force of his hit on the fabric.

You look to your left to see Junmyeon watching you with dark eyes as you ride his favorite hyung. You reach out and hook your pointer finger on his collar to pull him to your level and you crash your lips with him in an urgent kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy but your kiss was hard and demanding.

“Fuck—”

Siwon exclaims when he saw you making out with Junmyeon as you grind yourself on his clothed cock. He didn’t expect you to be this wild or loose enough to want a threesome. He hasn’t even seen or heard you talk about anything remotely dirty with your girlfriends, maybe you do when boys are not around, you probably do. He doesn’t know that. But right now he’s definitely green-eyed with envy, this is probably the second time Junmyeon has kissed your lips and he wanted a taste as well. And so he insistently pushes you up only to pin you back down on your own bed, you close your eyes and held your breath when you hit the softness of the duvet.

“Hyung~!”

Junmyeon whines cutely. The last thing you saw was him pouting like a petulant child before Siwon wham himself lip first on your own. You let out a high pitched whimper when your Oppa efficiently rub his already hard on in the middle of your spread legs, on top of your thinly clothed womanhood. Your tennis skirt already hiked up on your stomach, exposing you if not for him dry humping you.

“You like that, huh?”

Siwon quizzes when he finally lets go of your now swollen lips. When you only gave a hum as an answer, Siwon pauses. You whine when he breaks his movements, you look at him and he looks somewhat disappointed.

“Use your words, baby girl.”

He says in a monotone.

“Y–Yes… Daddy.”

The last part was accidental, you didn’t want to expose your kink almost too instantly. And he immediately smirks and taps Junmyeon on his chest.

“Myeon-ah, you heard that? She called me Daddy. You really called me Daddy huh, sweetheart?”

Junmyeon sticks out his tongue to wet his dry lips, he looks down at you with such lust and authority and you just wanted to surrender and let them both do whatever they pleased with your starting-to-weaken-with-desire body.

“What about me? What am I?”

Junmyeon challenges and you swallow the lump that’s already in your throat. But before you can answer, Siwon grabs you by your hair, another hand behind your back for support still careful not to hurt you in any way.

“He asked you a question and you should answer him.”

His words weren’t harsh, but still holds an edge to it and your legs shake and so does your core, quivering with furor and thrill of what’s about to come.

“Y–You… You are D–Daddy as well.”

You finally choke out a reply, ergo not straight but intelligible enough to understand and both Junmyeon and Siwon smiled satisfied with your answer.

“Of course you want two daddies. You’re not contented with just one, you have to have one more, don’t you?”

Junmyeon smirks.

“You filthy, dirty girl, come here.”

Siwon then sits back on your left side and Junmyeon follows on your right. Both men looking at you like you’re the last piece of meat on this earth, you can practically see invisible saliva dripping down the sides of their lips, like hungry predators stalking their prey.

Your breath hitches when Junmyeon suddenly pushes down your underwear and Siwon pulls up the garter of your skirt up to your underboobs.

“Look at you, you’re already soaked.”

Junmyeon lightly touches you and your wetness strings as he leisurely pulls up his fingers away from your dripping sex.

“Who made you like that?”

Siwon questions, beginning to rub his middle and ring finger on your hardened clit.

“You, Daddy Siwon.”

“And who else?”

Junmyeon counters, swiftly inserting two fingers inside of you.

You let out a scream. A scream from both surprise and ecstasy and eventually you start groaning when Junmyeon is fucking your pussy with his fingers with just the right speed.

“DADDY!!! J–Junm–yeon!”

Siwon lifts your shirt, tugs down your bra and his lips wrap around one of your extruded nipples and you instinctively lean on the touch of his hot mouth. His tongue draws out and then flicks your nipples one by one, letting out immodest sounds from his mouth. His teeth graze them next and you can’t help but shout out eagerly, enticing him to just do it once more.

“Eat her out while she sucks me?”

Junmyeon nods his head enthusiastically and swiftly positions himself below you. He rubs the insides of your thigh teasingly before lapping a straight line from the nethermost of your asshole, up to your clit with the tip of his tongue. Screaming at this point hurts your throat and the only thing you can do for now is writhe and jerk which is also an impossibility because of how strong his hold on your thighs.

“Don’t move too much, darling. If you obey, I might make you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes, please, Daddy Junmyeon! I’ll obey you and Daddy Siwon.”

Your answer was clear and steady, you swallowed the accumulated spit inside your mouth again, looking down at Junmyeon who smiled sweetly.

“Good girl.”

And then delves his face on your heat.

Siwon hovers above your chest, pulling his zipper, pants and eventually underwear down just enough to pull out his cock and it smacks you right on to the face. The both of you chuckle faintly before his face turns serious again, full of hunger for you only. He grabs the base of him and rubs his tip on your lips and you gladly open up your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue.

His eyes roll at the back of his head when you started bobbing your head, your hands holding on to his strong thighs for more traction.

“Fuck — Princess!

Siwon moans, one fist tight around your hair the other hand grabbing on to your headboard. Your scalp almost burning with how much he was pulling them as he now thrusts harder on your face. Tears are welling at the side of your eyes from suppressing your gagging as your Oppa’s cock keeps hitting the back of your throat.

You let him gag your mouth and focuses your attention back to the activity below you. Junmyeon Frenching your pussy like it was your actual lips. The sounds he was singing out as he gives your clit a few kitten licks before nibbling on them is making your skin crawl and tingle so, so good.

Letting go of one of Siwon’s thighs, you fisted Junmyeon’s hair as you feel yourself nearing the edge. You felt the vibration on your skin when he groaned so loud as you pull his hair and grind your hips to the rhythm of his movement.

Your concentration got disrupted when Siwon startlingly squeezes your jaws with his big hand and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to cum like this, I wanna do it inside of you.”

He caresses your cheek, letting you breathe for a minute before pulling you up, forcing Junmyeon to stop his feast.

“Come here and sit on Oppa.”

Siwon grabs you by your waist, twirling you around to face Junmyeon before pulling you down to straddle his lap.

Junmyeon then unbuckles his belt to finally free the restraints of his jeans. But before he can completely pull down his pants with, a -come-hither- gesture, you motioned for him to come closer to you, in which he did. Junmyeon bends on his waist and you connect lips as you both met halfway. His chin was still damp of your juices and you love how you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Siwon rubs his cock to coat him with your wetness before pushing inside of you. He moans lewdly because you are so tight and so warm and everything he has ever imagined you of being. He has always been mindful not to make you uncomfortable in any way or situation, hiding his feelings because he thought you only see him as your Oppa. But look at the both of you now doing all the things he only dreamed about with the addition of Junmyeon.

Junmyeon stood up again and returns to removing his pants as you pause for a bit, adjusting to the stretch Siwon introduced. You kept eye contact with the man in front of you as he stroke himself to prepare him for your mouth.

“You’re so beautiful like that.”

Junmyeon sighs, admiring your position below him. As gratitude for his words, you take his cock with your left hand gave his tip a gentle kiss that makes him bit his lower lip hard. You then lick your right palm to smears your saliva on his tip, mixing in with his precum as you start to bounce on Siwon’s lap. Both men made noises that sounded pornographic and delicious in your ears. Without wasting any more time, you take Junmyeon full, laxing and curling your tongue around his girth so he can easily slide inside your mouth.

The three of you kept the harmony for a few more minutes, you and Siwon were the first to reach your climax with Junmyeon following just a bit after.

You swallowed Junmyeon’s mess after he pulls out, swiping your thumb on the side of your lips to lick what’s left of his cum. Siwon wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down next to him to spoon you, with him still inside of you. You can hear and feel his breath relaxing on your skin and soft snores eventuate moments later, indicating sleep has finally found him.

Junmyeon cuddles right in after he cleaned himself. His right arm wrapped protectively around your shoulder, your head eased on his chest.

“What happens next?”

You sleepily murmur your worry, Junmyeon caressing your hair and gives your lips a tender kiss before responding.

“Shh, let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

He consoled you.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“I love you both.”

You manage to whisper before slipping to a night of deep sleep.

“We love you too.”

. . .

Breaking my hiatus for a holy week nastiness. 😭😭😭😂😂😂

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genre ➙ Mafia!au: horror, angst, romance + smut — words ➙ 25.5k — pairing➙ jeon Jungkook x female reader

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Warning; Illicit narcotic use, Dom! Jungkook, public indecency, murder, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (female receiving and male receiving), mentions of mental illness, domestic violence, reckless law-breaking behaviour, explicit language and scenes.

"It's the fifth murder this month. The victim… a young woman in her early twenty's. She, unfortunately, has been murdered in the exact same fashion as the rest of the homicide victims we've been having this month. Sliced at the vital points of her neck, with a large ‘X' carved in the centre of her chest as well as the mutilation of her body. The killer is extremely intelligent, clean and précised with his killing methods. This person knows what they are doing and are incredibly good at it. You need to pick up the pace and find a lead on this investigation (L/N) were losing too many innocent lives."

5:00 am illuminates on your digital bedside alarm clock. Your eyes droop as you frown bitterly at the realisation that you once again had a sleepless night consisting of overthinking and binge-watching crime documentaries on YouTube. The aches in your neck and back from staying in a slouched position too long makes you groan in agony. The stresses obtained from your field of work is rapidly catching up to you, as you make your start to your day by washing your face, brushing your teeth and swiping on large amounts of concealer under your eyes as you could to minimise the tiredness and exhaustion you physically felt by your visibly dark circles and eye bags. The ringing in your ears and painful swelling in your chest seems to be worsening as you blankly stare at your reflection through the fingerprint-smudged bathroom mirror in front of you.

"I am happy to you inform Miss (L/N) that the symptoms you have been experiencing these past few months are common physical aspects of a panic attack or anxiety. You also seem to have some swelling in your chest which is something I would identify as Costochondritis. " The silence is almost deafening as you gape up at the doctor in complete shock. The agony you have been feeling in your head, joints, muscles and chest were all just from anxiety? The doctor examines your test results assertively smiling down at you.

"So basically…You’re telling me that I'm not dying- just severely anxious?" You ask feeling completely hopeless at the realisation you had been overthinking about your health for absolutely nothing. “I swear that I am not a hypochondriac!”

The doctor chuckles at your outburst as he faces you while holding out your medical records. You take them from him gently and scan through the information on the sheets of paper.

"Yes. I can tell you confidently that you are in fact not dying and are experiencing the physical symptoms of anxiety." He smiles reassuringly at you.

"I-I…oh-um so like can you help me like not feel like this?-"

"-The most I can do for you is refer you to see a psychologist or prescribe you with some antidepressants medication…is there anything happening in your life that is particularly stressful and is taking up a lot of your time and energy?"

"No. I-No, not really."

"Well, just by looking at you I can see that you are mentally and physically exhausted. I would take it easy for time being and maybe take a week off from work to give your body the proper rest and relaxation it deserves. As for the Costochondritis just take some ibuprofen along with some hot and cold therapy on the muscles."

"Taking time off work is something that's just not going to happen any time soon…" You mumble to yourself quietly as you fight back tears. Your grip on your cold bathroom basin tightens until your knuckles turn white. Your fresh mascara smudging slightly under your eyes. "Oh, that's just great." Your breath hitches in your throat, as you struggle to look at your reflection in the mirror. Never, in your years of living have you ever been as stressed as you were now. The struggle of adulthood is illustrated through your whole day-to-day routine of getting little to no sleep and running on caffeinated drinks. As you fight to solve case after case. Hard work, motivation and praises are becoming repetitive as you battle with other detectives to keep your position and remain where you currently were at your agency.

You were fortunate enough to land a stable job at a detective agency which paid really well and offered you enough experience to really rank up in the field. You always had a deep passion for justice and knew you were capable of working in this field of work, even though some of the shit you've seen over the years really did fuck you up mentally. The gruesome scenes of decapitated bodies, pools of blood and rotting corpses were just some things that took a while to get used to. You had always considered yourself to be mentally and physically capable of handling the more intense cases but there were a lot of very dangerous people out there with very horrible intentions and even worse actions. Your boss Kim Namjoon is a perfectionist, who expects nothing but the best from his colleagues when responding to cases. You have learned a lot from Namjoon and considered him to be someone you looked up to and respected. However, he is also the reason for your horrible anxiety and stress.

When it came to Namjoon everything had to be sorted in perfect order, every opinion had to carry sophistication and certainty. You wake up at the butt crack of dawn to make sure you put together, researching, examining and investigating. You are not someone to kiss ass to rank up in positions. If you were going to show your worth it will be done through hard work and dedication. You were clearly overworking yourself but you needed to put in the extra effort to do your job to the best of your abilities. Although, perfection is Kim Namjoon and perfection is something you desired to obtain. To prove yourself even further you needed to find the infamous killer circling the media and your detective office. Namjoon trusted your ability as a detective to crack this case. However, never in your years of experience as a detective have you ever come across such a careful and well calculated, cold-blooded killer.

"Just by observing the way these unfortunate victims have been killed by this ruthless killer indicates that the killer has knowledge on human anatomy." Kim Namjoon points directly at the disfigured images of the murderer's victims on his pinboard. The atmosphere in the meeting room is instantly tense as your co-workers grimly peer at the images some with curiosity, horror or just pure disgust.

You inhale and exhale as you pat down your hair and lightly rub under your eyes in a pathetic attempt to clean the smudged mascara under your eyes and calm down your racing heart. "You got this (Y/N). Relax." You repeatedly chant to yourself as you glance down at your wristwatch. “Shit! I’m gonna miss my train!” You exclaim in panic as you hastily slide on your clothes before speeding off and making your way towards your station. “I can’t believe my car still getting fixed.” You grumble as you continue to power walk, just making it in time for your train.

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"Young Master Jeon welcome back! How was your trip to Dubai?" An older butler at the Jeon residence asks with politeness as he bows elegantly at the young bachelor who is twirling the keys to his custom black Koenigsegg CCXR in his right hand as his other is in his expensive black suit pants.

"Hm. Average." He spoke blankly as he watches his servants bow to him with courtesy in two perfectly straight lines stretching from both sides of his mansions front door. The servants become stiff in his presence, the atmosphere in the large mansion immediately becoming thick with dread and spitefulness. "Are you hungry Master?" An older butler questions with classiness, making the chefs straighten up and gawk at Jungkook with distress. “We just brought in beautiful fresh lobster tails imported from Japan this morning, Master.” A chef states impulsively as he takes a cautious step forward, face filled with fear. “O-Or! We have some exquisite Australian Beef! We can-” The chef falls short with his outburst as Jungkook’s expression quickly becomes sour. Jungkook peers at his servants in annoyance as he ruffles his hair in slight agitation. "No. Where's my father?" The butler nods his head in a mixture of both relief and understanding before pointing sophisticatedly towards the large flight of stairs located at the centre of the mansion. "He's at his office speaking to a potential client at the moment." Sighing with pure frustration he places both his hands on his hips. His luxury car key dangling in his left hand.

"Well when he's done, tell him I'll be going out tonight and I won't be home until early morning." Jungkook spat with arrogance while continuing to twirl his car keys in his hands, before turning around to walk up the long flight of marble stairs completely dismissing the butlers, maids and chefs that bow to him as he makes his getaway.

"As you wish Master."

With that, he is gone. As if he never arrived home in the first place. "Which car are we taking tonight JK?" Park Jimin murmurs as he slides another Laguna beach ring on his slender fingers while he smirks up at Jungkook through the pure gold embraided mirror in Jeon Jungkook's room. "I was thinking of taking out my matte black Lambo or Lykan Hypersport but we can take the Maserati GranTurismo and be more casual if you want." Jungkook murmurs as he fastens his Louie Vuitton cufflink, smirking up at Jimin as he rolls up his sleeves, outlining his muscles from underneath his white dress shirt. Jimin bites his plump lips as he hovers his delicate index finger over all twelve of Jungkook’s car keys laid out in front of him. "Hm." He hums as he sneers up at Jungkook before picking up a car key, throwing it to him. Jungkook chuckles and lifts up his right hand swiftly catching the keys with a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Lamborghini it is."

The engine roars as Jungkook starts the luxury sports car. "Live life simple". Is Jeon Jungkook's life motto, even though his life was nowhere near being simple. He taps the side of his luxury car to open the mansions garage door. Jimin is ecstatic as he quickly connects his phone to the cars Bluetooth system, before going on to snapchat quickly to film Jungkook as he does a burn out as he speeds out the driveway of his million dollar mansion. "It's going to be a good night!" Jimin shouts as he swipes through his playlist on his phone, speedily finding a song and blasting the music louder to vibrate around the luxury car. Jungkook smirks as he speeds down the street with one hand on the leather steering wheel.

It wasn't easy being the son of one of the world's most well-known and feared mafia organisations. His father ran his illegal and ruthless business for decades now. As the gang grew, so did the expectations, illegal transactions and contracts. From a young age, he has been privately tutored. His relaxation time consisted of excessive gym workouts, video games and research of other mafia organisations which could be a threat to his father and himself. Jungkook didn't know how to actually take a break. From a child he was placed under a lot of pressure from his father, there were all these expectations that he'd be the best and nothing but the best. Jungkook's father didn't believe in vacations and breaks, which resulted in Jungkook being robbed of a normal childhood, rich or not he never knew when enough was enough and always tried to improve in any area he felt he lacked in. Jungkook is perfection and there was no one who could one-up him in anything. As he grew older, the stress and pressure kept growing until he was pushed to breaking point and it takes a lot to get Jeon Jungkook to break.

"-Jungkook I am warning you. No more fucking around. I did not raise you to be this reckless and barbaric!" His father shouts as he slams an expensive 4.7 million dollar vase against the brick wall of his office. "I am sorry father it won't happen again."

"Listen to me. You need to get your fucking priorities straight. We already have thousands of enemies after us. We can't just simply fuck up all the time. He doesn't want to pay up, the fucking bastard! Even when we have given him one of our finest bags of cocaine. Do not make a deal without the customer paying first. I don't care if he's one of our most trusted customers or not. You can’t trust anyone in this world. This is a fucking amateur mistake even for you."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sending you back to Dubai. You know what to do. I won't tell you again Jungkook." Jungkook silently swallows as his father slowly approaches him, leaving only an inch of space between them.

"Kill him. I want you to meet up with Mr Moon and fucking annihilate him"

"Yes, Father."

After meeting his current best friends Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung in University he finally learnt how to wind down and relax. The two equivalently as rich bachelors saved Jungkook from overworking himself and taught him how to waste his time doing things that could help him relax. There were only a few ways Jungkook knew how to wind down after being put under so much stress and anxiety. The endless collection of luxury vehicles was only one of them. The other things he liked to do to pass time was through the illicit use of illegal narcotics he owns and pays people to make, while the other consisted of fucking random girls and getting excessively drunk. So drunk that he'd get the sudden urge to kill and release his frustrations from his father and his business on innocent victims he'd target throughout his night. Jungkook, unlike Jimin and Taehyung, wasn't very interested in money and material things. Jungkook was no stranger to murder and reckless drug use. He has everything…the routine gets boring. Purchasing a new car, a new watch or property. None of that gave him the rush he needed to feel alive. Nothing was more euphoric to him than a good fuck and kill. The exciting rush of adrenaline setting him off.

“Jungkook maybe you should really refrain from killing your bitches.” Yoongi huffs in annoyance as he enters Jungkook’s room, peering at the dead body from his doorway. The blood from his victim soaking his bed sheets and dripping onto the marble floor. Her naked and brutally attacked body is covered in stabbed wounds and slash marks. “It’s going to get on your carpet man.” Yoongi ruffles his hair before shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he turns his head away in disgust. “Can’t I just do my thing without anyone questioning it Yoongi?" Jungkook retorts in agitation, as he clamps a hand over his eyes, trying to ignore the head splitting headache he felt from being hungover. "You really need to stop with these wicked games Jungkook," Yoongi says finally walking over to him, stopping once he was right in front of him. "Just hurry up and get someone to clean this fucking mess. It’s starting to smell.” Jungkook mutters in irritation as he glares at Yoongi before walking towards his bathroom completely stark naked. Yoongi peers at the scares on his body before sighing. “It’s always me doing the dirty work.”

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A simple release of stress and anxiety. However, it slowly became into something Jungkook just could not control. What started off as one victim, turned into two, then into three before he knew it he had lost count. He had lost count of the multiple people he has killed men and women alike. It became a pattern and something he couldn't withhold. He just needed to release his frustration in some type of way that actually works for him. It just happened to be through murdering the people he slept with on a lonely intoxicated spent night. Jungkook downs his glass of expensive champagne before using his diamond credit card without any limit on spending to line up his favourite white substance. He snorts it as the music around him blast through the speakers of Full Moon. One of the many clubs that he owns and likes to visit very frequently to release his stress.

"Hey, there handsome." A female voice speaks over the loud music playing the club and Jungkook bites down onto his bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to prevent a smile from stretching across his gorgeous lips. "Any more for me?" She pouts teasingly, before running her manicured fingers down the fine quality of his dress shirt. He narrows his eyes at her as he whips around to face her. He chuckles while taking in her appearance. Her botox lips, silicone breasts and butt injections were exceptionally recognisable as the incredibly short dress and low cut top left little to the imaginations as she leans herself closer to his masculine figure. He smirks at her obvious advances and he leans closer towards her. She definitely wasn’t worth the fuck but she’d make a pretty good kill.

"I don't know doll face I don't think you can handle this." He murmurs clasping his hands together as he rests his elbows against the fine wood of the bar booth. Her eyes glint as they wander across the expensive rings on his fingers and the Rolex clasped around his wrist. "Oh, I don't know about that handsome. Why don't you give me some and we'll see?" She bites her lip as she places a bald hand on one of his thick thighs. Jungkook laughs as he covers his mouth with one of his hands as the other taps his credit card on the counter in annoyance. "Hmm how about it beautiful?" She moans leaning closer towards Jungkook's face to place a kiss. Jungkook moves quickly before pushing her hand off his thigh, while hostilely pressing her against the counter of the bar. "You don't get to touch me or my shit okay?" She swallows nervously, before nodding her head quickly. The dark clouding in his eyes takes her breath away as he violently wraps his fingers around her neck. "Get your pathetic self out of my fucking sight before I fucking kill you." She scampers away hastily, tripping slightly in the process.

"Wow. You really know how to talk to the ladies." Jimin chuckles as he pours himself a cup of whiskey. Jungkook shrugs before putting his hands into his pocket, eyes now focusing on his friend. "Let's go to the VIP section, Taehyung's just arrived and he brought Yoongi." Jimin grins as he swirls around his alcoholic beverage eyes watching the ice clack against the fine glass before looking up at Jungkook with a smirk. Jungkook's eyes narrow as he nods, wordlessly walking in the direction of the VIP section. "There's my favourite billionaire! How are you JK?" Taehyung shouts while slinging an arm around Jungkook's shoulders. Jungkook chuckles patting Taehyung on the chest. "Blessed you in my presence like always man," Jungkook smirks before making eye contact with Yoongi as he slowly approaches the pair sluggishly. "You got the stuff?" Yoongi mutters pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing smoke to the side.

Jungkook smirks as he pulls out a bag of white substance from the inside of his lavish blazer. "Always." He mutters before throwing the bag of coke to him. Yoongi catches it with a wide grin, exposing his gummy smile. "I missed you JK." He murmurs, as Jungkook winks at him in response. Jimin downs his drink as Taehyung eagerly races over to Yoongi to get some of the powdered cocaine.

You sigh for the tenth time as you peer up at the clock hanging on the wall adjacent from you. If the time on the clock was correct, which it is, you should have left the agency to go home five hours ago. "Namjoon really needs to start paying us overtime because this is the twentieth time we've stayed back to do the paperwork and I’m serious (Y/n) I counted! I am not getting any younger. Or am I? I look pretty sexy today actually, don’t you think (Y/n)?" Your detective partner grumbles as he staples some papers together, peering down at you with a pout.

You nod while yawning not really paying attention to anything your colleague was saying to you. “You didn’t even look at me!” He whines and you hum in acknowledgement. You were too exhausted to speak, exhaling as you, read through your investigations closely. You had just been drilled by your boss Kim Namjoon about your cases and the stress of finding a lead to the recent murders makes your chest and head hurt. Massaging your temples, you glance at your empty coffee mug, contemplating for another cup of coffee to wake you up. You sigh again reaching towards the mess of papers against your desk. You start stacking them ready to turn in for the night. "Don't tell me you are still upset about what happened 4 hours ago (Y/n)? Cheer up! So Namjoon told you off? Big deal! He yells at me all the time and I'm older than him. The guy’s just like that. Don’t take it personally." Your partner tries to cheer you up as he helps you stack papers from the cases you have been investigating.

"Please just stop Jin! I can't believe we don't have any leads. I wasted another entire day at work drinking coffee and getting yelled at by Namjoon…" You whine, slouching against your computer chair as you purse your lips into a pout, looking at your partner Kim Seokjin. "You are already one of the most respected detectives at this agency. Namjoon pushes you hard because he knows you can deliver the results. You don't give yourself enough credit." Jin says moving behind to rest his hands on your shoulders. “It’s not enough Jin. I am not enough. I need to try harder.”

Jin's hands that rested on your shoulder begins massaging them. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you feel your tense muscles begin to loosen. Jin rolls his eyes before sighing. "You know what. When was the last time you got a massage? You are way too tense! Why don't we go out? Just like to go and grab a couple of drinks? I mean it's Friday night you could obviously use a well-deserved break you work-acholic!" Jin exclaims releasing your shoulders as he starts impulsively packing away your things into your handbag. "Woah Jin what are you-"

"Come on get yo prude ass up. We're going out." He pulls you off your chair and onto your feet as he pats you down, from your crinkled blouse to your pencil skirt. "Lucky you got heels on tonight! You look great, there's a club/bar close to our agency were going to go to let off some steam. You really could use a couple of drinks. As your loyal detective partner and friend, I am not going to let you suffer like this. Your way too young to be looking like this. Where's your youth gone?" He complains as he places your handbag on your shoulder, before grabbing your car keys. "Wait, seriously Jin I don't really feel like-"

"Shut up! Stop protesting! Admit it you want to drink." Jin ushers you out of the agency before turning off the lights and looking up the door. "I-I…okay." You murmur, rolling your eyes as Jin winks at you, shooting finger guns. "Which club are we going to anyway?" You ask taking your hair out of the ponytail you previously had it in.

"Full Moon," Jin mumbles as motions you to follow him. He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he begins walking in the direction of the club. "Full Moon?" You say raising an eyebrow up at him in confusion. "Yeah. Full Moon. You haven't you heard of it?" He questions with wide eyes. "N-No…" You mutter slightly embarrassed. Jin peers at you questionably and you finally break. "Okay fine. Yes. I haven't heard of it. Sue me." Jin chuckles and pats you on the shoulder reassuringly. "It's fine. The club is extremely popular though. Apparently, some good-looking rich guy owns it. I know it's expensive. That famous actor Kim Taehyung goes there a lot and he's friends with the owner."

"Really!? Kim Taehyung. That's crazy." You exclaim at the shocking news of someone so famous going to the same club you were about to go to. "Wait Jin I-I is it going to be expensive because if it is I am still paying off car repairs and-"

"I got you (Y/N). Don't even worry about trivial things such as money." He reassures you with such a gleaming smile it was impossible to refuse him. "Okay, money is not trivial. It is what makes the world go around but…thank you so much, Jin." Your smile widens as he gives you a dopey look. "It's nothing, but you owe me a coffee on Monday." You laugh at that last comment before nodding up at him. "We've been friends for so long now. I mean you are dating my best friend." Jin chuckles at the mention of his girlfriend who happens to be one of the most precious people in your life. "Yeah, that's true. I don't think she's busy tonight I already invited her…she should be meeting us there." Jin says checking the messages on his phone. "You are so whipped for her."

"You know it." He winks at you before you both burst out laughing. "(Y/N)! Your best friend shouts as she wraps her arms around you. "Oh, you fucking scared me!" You both laughed as Jin wraps his arms around her from behind. “You look amazing baby!” Jin compliments her before giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. You avert your gaze from the couple pretending to puke. She laughs before slapping your arm playfully. “Don’t look at me like that! You just need to get laid.” She says pocking her tongue out at you. “Shut up you little thot.” You say bitterly, causing Jin to laugh embarrassingly loud. "Woah, so this is the club?" Your best friend exclaims as she stares at the club with her mouth wide open in shock. Your eyes widened dumbfounded at the long queue of ridiculously rich looking people waiting in line outside. The club is buzzing and bustling loud with paparazzi in all directions trying to take pictures and sneak their way get in. "oh this is the club and It's busy alright," Jin mutters as he ushers both you and your best friend into the queue of people. "Must be some famous people in there if there is paparazzi clowning around right outside." Your best friend whispers in your ear and you nod back at her. "Jin told me that a Kim Taehyung comes here a lot."

"Really!? The actor?" Your best friend exclaims peering into the club through a window. "Gosh, I hate how these windows are tinted we can't see anything inside." Jin groans trying to peer through the window. Your best friend laughs before slapping her boyfriend on the arm lightly. "Hey stop! People from the inside can see you even though you can't see them." You all chuckle at that. Jin doing his famous window wiper laugh. “We are going to be waiting out here all night and this rate.” You utter dejectedly. Jin opens his mouth to retort to your comment only to be interrupted by a girl waiting at the front. "Oh hey someone's coming out!" The random girl in front of you shrieks as she notices the slender handsome guy exiting through the front door of the club to whisper something to the bouncer at the front that you assume must be urgent from the stern look on his face. Your eyes widened in amazement at the realisation that this particular person was extremely good-looking. “Wow.” Your best friend whispers in your ear before nudging you. Without looking at her you nod, completely agreeing, as the girls around you guys start to scream and shout as they shower the said person with compliments and random praises.

"Park Jimin!!!!!!!" Girls, nearby you start to scream as he waves at them humbly, totally dismissing their chaotic behaviour. Jimin is unfazed by the attention he is receiving, the radiant smile on his face never faltering once. “Park Jimin?” You repeat as your eyes stay glued on him. He is stunning and has this unexplainable glow to him. You are mesmerised by the mere sight of him.

"Woah really Park Jimin!?" Jin shouts staring at the attractive boy with wide eyes. "What is It Jin?" Your best friend asks resting her hand on his shoulder, as she peers at Jimin curiously. Jin doesn't take his eyes off Jimin as he stares at him with his mouth slightly agape. Jimin continues giving his attention to the girls surrounding the club. The paparazzi camera flashes almost blinded you, as people begin to eagerly take videos and photos of Jimin. While he was giving the girls a bit of fan service, Jimin notices Jin and instantly his own eyes begin to widen once he realises who he’s looking at.

"Is that you Jin?" He questions ushering him to come closer. You and your best friend instantly stiffen at the sudden wave of attention brought to your group. The long queue instantly parts in the middle making you both a pathway to walk through. "Okay, why the fuck is Park Jimin motioning you to go over to him? And who the fuck is he?" Your best friend harshly whispers to Jin. Jin laughs nervously avoiding the question before ushering you both to the front of the queue.

Once you all started getting closer to Jimin, his eyes began to sparkle as he stares at Jin fondly. "Seokjin! It is you! It has been ages man how are you?" Jimin is ecstatic as he wraps Jin into a long heartfelt embrace. "It has been so long, I haven't seen you since College." At the mention of college, you and your best friend begin to relax knowing that Seokjin comes from a wealthy family and studied abroad at an expensive elite University which is probably how he knows someone as famous as Jimin.

"Congratulations on expanding your business. I heard you opened a lot of new hotels globally." Jin mentions, making Jimin flustered as he runs his fingers through his hair. You watch him feeling a blush of your own brush against your cheeks. He was so gorgeous that you suddenly felt your social anxiety eating away at your heart. Your best friend wraps a hand around your trembling ones in an attempt to relax you. You tighten your grips on her hands without taking your gaze off Jimin.

Jimin notices your gaze and peers at you intently with a hint of cockiness soothing out of him. He clearly knew he was attractive. His eyes widen for a split-second before relaxing when you force a smile at him. A playful glint appears in his eyes as he stares at you for a few seconds too long. "Aren't you going to introduce me to these lovely ladies Jin?" Jimin playfully says curtly while tilting his head to the side slowly. His eyes wandering down your body to scan you from head to toe. If you weren't red before you were definitely red now. "Oh yes, of course, this is (B/F/N) my girlfriend and this is her best friend and my work colleague (Y/N)." Jin introduces you both to Jimin and Jimin smiles at you both dreamily, before shaking hands with your best friend. "Nice to meet you! Any friend of Jin's is a friend of mine." Your best friend says smiling up at Jimin who returns her smile sweetly. "You got yourself a keeper Jin, she suits you." Jin smiles at her tenderly, placing a kiss to her temples while wrapping an arm around her waist. "Yeah. I think so too. Glad you agree." Jimin smiles at Jin before shifting his eyes over to you. You jump slightly the moment your eyes meet and he's moving closer to you quickly. You feel yourself become weak as he grasps onto your hand gently. He comfortingly rubs his thumbs against the back of your as his hold tightens. "Nice to meet you (Y/N)" He slowly lifts your palm towards his soft lips. Your breath hitches in your throat as he teasingly winks before placing a soft kiss at the palm of your hand.

You feel the heat of envy from the girls around you as they glare at you. You pull your hand out of Jimin's hold quickly before forcing another tight smile at him up at him in response. "Nice to meet you too Jimin," Jimin smirks before placing a hand at your lower back, forcing you to turn and face the entrance of the club. He escorts you all towards the door. "We can talk inside." He says simply Jin nods in delight, while your best friend smirks at you cheekily. You shyly avert your gaze away from Jimin knowing he staring right at you "Stop." Your mouth to her in embarrassment as she snickers in response. "Thanks for getting us in man," Jin says rubbing Jimin on the shoulders. "Anything for fabulous Kim Seokjin." Jimin chuckles before facing the bouncer. "These guys are with me," Jimin says simply to the bouncer who nods in response. "Whatever you say, Boss."

You all happily enter the club and Jimin escorts you to the bar. "If it wasn't for you we would have been waiting outside forever." Your best friend chuckles as she beams up at Jimin. "Oh, its nothing don't even mention it." Jimin smoothly says while returning her smile politely. "So is it you who owns this club?" Jin asks as Jimin waves over the bartender. The bartender sophisticatedly picks up an expensive bottle of champagne before placing the alcoholic beverage in front of Jimin as well as fine glass cups. "Nah this club actually belongs to Jungkook," Jimin says unbothered and Jin immediately stiffens at the mention of Jungkook's name. "Jungkook huh," Jin says slowly while laughing awkwardly, you and your best friend immediately peer up at him in confusion and he glances at you both in slight agitation as he loosens his tie in an attempt to get you both to not ask. Jimin is oblivious to the sudden awkward tension has he opens an expensive bottle of Champagne that you knew probably costed more than your whole annual salary.

"Woah. Look at the bottle" Your best friend mutters as you all stare at the bottle wide-eyed. Jimin hands Jin and his girlfriend a glass before giving you a glass. His fingers slyly brush against yours and you stiffen in response as he winks at you. "Cheers to finally reuniting!" Jimin says placing his cup in front of the three to clack together. "Bottoms up!"

You all down your glasses. You were slower than the rest in an attempt to savour the expensive taste, thinking you will never be able to have this kind of champagne again. “We’re at the VIP Booth.” He says nonchalantly pointing to the back of the club. “You all should come and join us,” Jimin says after downing his champagne glass. “I’ll just have to let Jungkook know I’m bringing you guys in there because he gets a bit iffy with this sort of stuff. Just wait here I’ll be back in a flash. Don’t miss me too much.” Jimin says winking at you before rushing away ignoring the panicked expression on Jin’s face.

“So who’s Jungkook? And why’d you totally freak out and stiffen up like that?” Your best friend asks as she averts her gaze from Jimin’s back to Jin’s conflicted face. Jin looks at both your curious faces and sighs in defeat. “Let’s just say the kid’s got some problems,” Jin says trying to get you both to drop the question completely.

“What kind of problems Jin?” You asked raising an eyebrow at him curiously. Your best friend nods, folding her arms as she raises an eyebrow up at Jin. He shakes his head while massaging his temples. “It’s kind of complicated-“

“What kind of problems Jin?” Your best friend raises her voice as she cuts of Jin, looking at him irritably. Jin’s eyes begin to scan the room as he fidgets nervously, palm rubbing the back of his neck as he thinks his words over. “Like the mafia, breaking the law, drug selling kind of problems…”

You and your best friend stare up at Jin shocked and he bites his lip in response. “Are you being serious?” Your best friend exclaims. “-Um. Maybe we should go home.” Jin says ruffling his hair as he falls deep in thought while staring in the direction that Jimin took off in, trying to avoid any more questions being asked. “No. We just got here. We can’t just go home.” Your best friend says touching Jin on the shoulder gently. “Why?” You ask in concern. “Look, whatever happens, tonight. Jeon Jungkook can absolutely not find out were detectives.” Jin exclaims looking genuinely stressed out. Never in your many years of knowing and working with Jin have you ever seen look this concerned. He was always so carefree and relaxed even when dealing with the intense cases back at the detective agency. Why was he so concerned about a random club owner? When he deals with way worse on the daily. “Why can’t he find out were detectives?” Your best friend asks running her hand up and down Jin’s arm soothingly, looking sincerely concerned about his behaviour.

“Because if Jeon Jungkook finds out were detectives we are all going to fucking die tonight.”

“Father…”

"Yes, Jungkook?" He looks at Jungkook through his glasses as he pauses counting the piles of money stacked up on his desk. "What do you want? I'm really busy here." He asks running out of patience as he waits for young Jungkook to answer.

"When…you hold a knife to someone's throat…how easy is it for them to die?"

The silence is almost ear-splitting as he peers at his son with curious eyes. "Why do you want to know?" He asks taking off his glasses, placing them gently on the side of his desk as he leans back on his chair while crossing his arms. "I just-"

"Listen to me carefully Jungkook…If you want to play with knives you need to learn how to use them correctly. Slicing someone's throat is typically done for the effect. If the victims not alone, the sound will make their colleagues shit themselves. It's scary as it is. I mean, coming up to your victim from behind with the sharp knife in your hand, cupping a hand over their mouth, slicing across their neck, watching the pools of blood squirt out. However, if you really want to kill them it would be better to stab them, puncture the trachea, oesophagus and of course the carotid arteries and jugular veins. It really shows how easy it is to take a life. It's truly intriguing."

"Earth to Jungkook." Taehyung chuckles distastefully loud before flicking Jungkook on the forehead lightly. Jungkook's bloodshot eyes avert from the random wall he was staring at as he was lost in thought to Kim Taehyung. He stares back at him in a daze as the effects of the drugs begin to take place. "Man, you were like deep in thought, what the fuck were you thinking about?" Jungkook's mouth stretches up in the corner as he forces a smile at his friend. "Some dark shit Taehyung, you really wanna know?"

"Nah, I'll pass we all know how fucked up you are." He laughs pouring himself some more expensive liquor. "Pass me your cup," Jungkook smirks, sitting up before placing his glass in front of Taehyung. Taehyung smirks back at Jungkook before pouring his drink even fuller than he poured his own. "Yeah fill it any further it's going to overflow.” Jungkook laughs in disbelief as he peers at his cup intrigued by Taehyung's inattentive actions. "Hey, Hoseok!" Yoongi exclaims as he walks into the VIP room with style. "Long time no see guys." He says before leisurely taking a seat next to Yoongi. "Want a drink Hobi?" Taehyung teases as he wriggles the expensive bottle of champagne in his hand. "You never play fair Tae." Yoongi chuckles as he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him. "You know me." He says shrugging, the smile on face growing as he peers back at Jungkook who was side-eyeing him. "Yeah pour me some," Hoseok says as he takes the cigarette offered to him by Yoongi, placing it between his teeth and lighting it with a pure gold lighter. "Aw, Yoongi there might not be any left for you." Taehyung chuckles pouring as a pours a glass for Hoseok. "I swear you have a death wish Tae-"

"Hey, Jungkook!" Jimin exclaims as he walks into the VIP booth, the three studs look at him simultaneously. "Yeah?" Jungkook murmurs, bringing the cup of liquor Taehyung poured him up to his lips. "You won't believe who I just bumped into-"

"Before that, did you tell the bouncer to not let that group of the Italian mafia in." Jungkook cuts him off after downing his drink. "Yeah it's all sorted, you won't be seeing them ever again," Jimin smirks crossing his arms, as he peers down at Jungkook. "Good." He mutters, motioning for him to continue with what he was going to say before he got interrupted.

"Listen I bumped into Kim Seokjin." Jungkook's eyes widen slightly. "I haven't heard that name in a while," Jungkook mutters smirking at Jimin. "Yeah, he's here with his girlfriend and her friend can they enter the VIP booth?" Jimin asks Jungkook smiling, Jungkook stares at him blankly before nodding his head. "Yeah, it is cool. I don't see why not."

"Are the chicks he's with hot?" Taehyung exclaims before Jimin could exit the booth. Jimin halts in his tracks before turning his head to the side to face him with a smirk.

"Smoking."

You take some time to process Jin's words. The night you finally had to relax suddenly had done a complete 180. You can tell that Jin is both physically and mentally freaking out. Even though he is usually the really calm one which makes you and your best friend especially nervous. Jin runs his fingers through his hair as he takes in a few deep breaths.

"Okay but w-what do you mean by ‘kill' us?" Your best friend says as she stares at Jin in complete disbelief, her eyes slimming slightly. Your heart starts hammering in the chest through the anticipation and anxiety of finding out what Seokjin had to say.

"Kill as in peu peu! Stab stab! Bye bye! THAT KIND OF KILL!" Jin says mockingly as he waves his arms up and down in exaggeration. You and your best friend roll your eyes at his behaviour before she slaps him on the arm. "Ow!"

"Jin can you be serious! Do you have some beef with this guy that we don’t know about?" You say glaring up at him while pacing on your hands on your hips. "Yeah like seriously, we need you to explain this. You can’t just say that shit and leave us hanging. Who exactly is Jungkook and why would he want to kill us?" Your best friend says leaning in closer towards Jin, you mimic her actions as Jin motions you both to come to close. Jin looks around him to make sure no one is listening before leaning back down closer to the both of you.

"Think about it this way, were in enemy territory right now. Jungkook owns this club, he has people working for him everywhere in this club. We are the seals in shark territory. Jungkook isn't just some lousy ass back alley drug dealer, his father is this fucking crazy, merciless serial killer and he is exceptionally rich and powerful! The Jeon family has ruined lives, not just kill people and get away with it but ruin lives. If he finds out were detectives there's no doubt in my mind that he'll kill us right on the spot. He doesn't care, he's fucking crazy. In college one guy copied a sentence from his essay and we literally never saw him again. He is pure evil and bad news. We don't fuck with someone like him. I've literally only have spoken to him a few times in my life and that was enough to give me nightmares."

You both feel shivers run down your spines as the frightening new information swims through your mind almost making you dizzy. "We can't enjoy ourselves tonight if we're constantly on edge. Maybe we should just get out of here and fast." Your best friend says grabbing onto both Jin and your hand. "Sorry I took a while! I'm glad you guys are still here." Jimin exclaims from behind the three of you making you all jump in fear and shock. "Going somewhere?" He says smirking up at the three of you. You hold your breath as Jin forces a laugh to break the awkward tension. "No! No way! Not at all!" Jin exclaims, patting Jimin on the arm gently. Jimin stares up at Jin in suspicion. His sudden change of persona has you all on edge.

"Good! Now, what liquor do you guys drink I'll have the bartender bring it over to our booth." Jimin suddenly exclaims, his face lighting up with a bright smile. His quick change of character leaves you all baffled as he scans over the expensive liquor lined up at the bar. “Well? What do you guys wanna sip?” Jimin chuckles, smiling kindly. You mentally panic knowing absolutely nothing about normal liquor than again expensive liquor! The two of you are speechless as Jin remains cool as a cucumber smiling back at Jimin. You start internally panicking because of the silence coming from the three of you before your best friend decides to nudge Jin hard in the ribs. Jin groans before covering up his pain by leaning against the counter. "We'll just drink whatever your having were not too picky with alcohol." He smiles at Jimin forcefully, before side-eyeing his girlfriend.

"Oh Okay, that's absolutely fine. We got some of the finest liquor over at the VIP section anyway. Please follow me." Jimin says maintaining eye contact with Jin and his girlfriend before subtly winking at you. You flush at his obvious flirtatious advances before sluggishly following him from behind Jin and Your best friend. The three of you are tense because of the terrifying new information that was given to you by Jin. You felt nauseous as the walk to the VIP booth seemed to be taking forever. You and best friend glance at each other with a tight smile. Everything will be okay we just have to make sure Jungkook doesn't find out what our field of work is. You mentally remind yourself as you try to calm down your concerns.

As the three of you get closer to the VIP section you start to smell marijuana. The smell is strong as it mixes with the expensive colognes being worn by the four people inside. Jimin ushers the three of you inside the booth when you all just stop simultaneously at the entrance. Jin is first to make eye contact with Taehyung and Hoseok as your best friend makes eyes with Yoongi. Your heart pounds against your rib cage as the boy with dark hair and eyes holds your gaze.

Your eyes widen in astonishment, your mouth falling slight agape as you take in the appearance of the person you assume is the infamous Jeon Jungkook. Your hands begin to shake as your cheeks are flushing a deep shade of red at the perfection in front of you. Jungkook eyes cut deep into your soul, your palms begin to sweat. He was beautiful. He had the rich person vibe about him, along with something that couldn't really put your finger on. His eyes wander from your face to the rest of your body and you instantly feel exposed to his greedy eyes. He watches you closely and precisely. As if he was absorbing all of your information out of you. He was intimidating and conceited from the way he presented himself as he chews onto his bottom lip. Tugging the flesh erotically as he maintains eye contact with you. How could someone this breathtakingly beautiful be so bad?

Playing with the expensive rings on his fingers, he stares at you with a new kind of glint in onyx dark his eyes. "Seokjin…I am so glad we could meet again," Jungkook says standing up slowly from the expensive leather couch he was sitting on. You peer up at him as he stands, his intense gaze never leaving your own. Jin clears his throat as he stares back and forth between you and Jungkook before walking forward timidly to shake hands with Jungkook. "Nice to see you again Jungkook. Looks like you're doing well Man. This club is amazing."

"You flatter me," Jungkook says smirking at you while he’s shaking hands with Jin. You stare back at him nervously tugging onto the flesh of your bottom lip. Jin once again notices Jungkook’s set gaze on you and peers between the both of you with searching eyes. “How long has this club been open? I’ve heard you had it renovated a few times.” Jin says trying to capture Jungkook’s attention to give you some space to breathe. You can tell that Jin is tense by the way he's tightening his jaw. As soon as Jungkook seems distracted you exhale abruptly finally releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You observe Jungkook’s whole luxurious attire while he converses politely with Jin. “Yes – Actually this place has been renovated about…” His voice drifts away as you scan the black blazer that was imbraided with an expensive designer label, the white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top revealing his collar bones and white gold neck, a designer belt holding up his black tight fitted suit pants and expensive black leather shoes. He was definitely rich and by the way, he acted, you knew he was someone that always gets what he wants.

“(Y/N)?”

The voice whispering in your ear breaks you out of your trance and you turn your head to the side to be greeted with your best friends worried expression. “Are you okay? You’re practically drooling.” She says it harshly as if it was obvious and your cheeks quickly set ablaze in complete embarrassment. “Was I that obvious?” You whisper back in panic as she nods her head you groan quietly.

"You weren't lying about bringing up some hotties weren’t you Jimin?" Taehyung murmurs as he winks at both you and your best friend. Your best friend quickly holds hands with Jin in response, the action coming to her naturally as Jin tightens his hold on her hand. You dismiss his comment, too invested in Jungkook and the way his eyes crinkle on the side when he smiles and the cute little mole under his lip. He was like something out of a movie. You never ever expected the bloodcurdling and merciless Jeon Jungkook to look like this.

"Talking to yourself now Taehyung? I knew you were fucked but not that fucked" Yoongi sneers as Taehyung glare at him in response. "Shut the fuck up Yoongi." Taehyung spat in annoyance. "Oi the DJ is playing that whack shit. Tell him to change the song." Hoseok mumbles to Jimin as he blows out smoke from his mouth, ignoring you, Seokjin and your best friend altogether. "No, you tell him! I told him last time - " Jimin retorts defensively before being cut off by Jungkook.

"-care to Introduce me to your friends Seokjin," Jungkook says as his sharp dark eyes fall on to you. You swallow the built up saliva salivating in your mouth as he smoothly unbuttons a button on his blazer before shrugging off it off completely. He has you captivated, his smile tugging on the side cockily as he is rolling up his sleeves and you almost choke on your drool at the sight of his muscle and tattoos hiding from underneath his tight fitted white collared dress shirt. "Right. Well, this beautiful girl right here is my girlfriend (B/F/N) and this is our good friend and work colleague (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)?" Jungkook says smirking, your eyes widened as he says your name smoothly, the rush of emotions sending you on an emotional high as he motions you to come to the vacant spot next to him. He eyes leave you momentarily to nod at your best friend in acknowledgement before he's gazing back at you cuttingly. "What would you like to drink?" He asks with barely any emotion visible on his handsome face. "Ah- we're not picky, that champagne will do," Jin says to Jungkook swiftly as he patted you gently on the shoulder. "Excellent," Jungkook says impassively before gesturing you to come closer to him. “Come.” He orders making you weak in the knees. You gulp nervously before walking over to the spot next to him. While you were debating what to do in your head, you decide to place yourself next to him on a whim. “(Y/n)-“ Jin and your best friend mutter strictly as they stare at you in complete disbelief as you make yourself comfortable next to him. You keep your gaze locked on Jungkook as he outstretches his hand towards you. You place your hand into his and he immediately notices you trembling. He a ghostly smirk appears on his face slyly as he notices the effect he had on you.

“What would you like to drink lovely (Y/n)?” Jungkook asks with the slight smirk stretching even wider on his lips as he releases your hand slowly while he motions you to take a seat next to him. "Surprise me." You say while forcing yourself to remain calm even though you were completely freaking out on the inside. He observes you closely which makes you anxious. He knows all the emotions you were discreetly trying to suppress.

Jungkook continues to stare at you attentively before grinning at your response. Jimin and Yoongi watch you in amusement as Taehyung chuckles at your curt reply. "I'd be careful if I was you.” Hoseok chuckles nonchalantly finally acknowledging you. “Jungkook has a tendency of taking things to the next level. Don't challenge him." Yoongi murmurs resting his chin against the palm of his hand with a wide grin plastered on his face as he watches Jungkook with curious eyes instantly recognising his friend's interest in you. "I'll get you only the finest," Jungkook says eyes detecting your nervous behaviour. You watch him cautiously and he looks at you with such desire held in his gaze that you are refraining yourself from running away at the discomposure and the lust that was salivating in your mouth for him. It was torture trying not to drool and ogle at the bachelor when he was just so delicious to look at in the first place.

"So, what do you do for a living now Jin?" Taehyung asks out of blue, his interest leaving you and Jungkook to instead interrogate Jin. You jump at the question subtly. Jin and Your best friend look at each other in almost recognisable panic as the question you all feared being asked came up sooner than you all anticipated. You clear your throat, feeling yourself get frightened at the question being asked so early into the introductions that you are fervently trying to come up with a lie. "We work for a writing company. We're publishers. We had so much paperwork today we thought we could use a break and grab a couple of drinks." Jin intervenes in a hurry with something you thought was not believable but ended up not being picked up by Jungkook or his friends. You were all wearing office clothing which made sense. Jimin hands you a cup of champagne with a cherry in the bottom of it. You thank him quietly before taking slow slips of the bubbly alcoholic beverage. Jimin smiles at you fondly before proceeding to pore everyone else a drink.

"Kim Seokjin, son of one of the most successful and richest surgeons in the world is working at a publishing company," Taehyung exclaims questionably raising an eyebrow at Jin. Jin clears his throat before nodding. "Yeah…I chose to do something different from my father." He says forcing a smile at Taehyung. Yoongi and Hoseok nod their head in a supportive manner at Jin’s response. “I thought you were going to become a doctor like the rest of your family. It’s so you to do something completely different though. Good luck with everything man.” Taehyung says raising his glass to Jin as he slouches on the couch he was sitting on. “Yeah, thanks Tae. Good luck with acting.” Jin beams at him, mimicking his actions of raising his glass in praise.

Jungkook watches you diligently as you watch the pair converse stiffly. “You have all worked hard. It’s time for you all to relax and enjoy yourselves.” Jungkook says as he accepts the champagne handed to him by Jimin with a slight nod of acknowledgement. Every movement he made screamed class and you were living for all of it. “That doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.” Yoongi jokes picking up his own glass placed in front of him. "Cheers," Taehyung exclaims as you all clank your glasses together. “To another night of endless drinking and bad decisions!” Hoseok suddenly adds, lightening the mood. You all glance at one another smiling and laughing before bringing your glasses to your lips, your eyes meet Jungkook’s again and you almost choke on your drink at the quick subtle wink sent your way.

It was an amateurish mistake getting drunk in front of famous and from what you heard ruthless millionaires or billionaires, you didn’t know nor did you really care. You just knew they were famous and educated bachelors from rich families that really liked to spend their money and spent a lot of their time doing stupid and illegal shit. From what started off as a tense and almost death binding situation became a rather enjoyable and interesting environment as Jungkook poured you drink after drink. Jin and his girlfriend ended up getting lost into a card game against Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin. While you became undeniably drunk off the expensive champagne Jungkook was pouring you and off of Jungkook himself. It wasn't just the drinks that you got you tipsy it was the way he smiles, touched and kissed you.

Only a few people can kiss a dangerous mafia member and live to tell the tale. Jungkook’s touches set your skin ablaze as he runs his tongue around your parted lips. You wanted to have him to yourself at that very moment and no one could convince you otherwise. Your grip on his blazer tightens as sees how much you want him with his onyx eyes. He cockily presses you impossibly closer against him. You release a shaky sigh at the feeling of his masculine physique that he was hiding under his clothes. You glance down at his chest, spotting tattoos hidden underneath his white faintly transparent dress shirt. There was no doubt in Jungkook's mind that you were his next motivation. He had to claim you tonight. He had to be the one to leave marks on your gorgeous skin and possibly if he felt like the part killing you.

It was a blur…how Jungkook ended up tongue deep into your mouth, ring covered cool fingers caressing your exposed thigh, as he pulls you impossibly close to his body causing goose bumps to appear on your skin and a shudder run down your spine. You drown in his scent and touch. It was electrifying. You were drowning in the scent of expensive cologne and the silky feeling of his lavish fabric. He pulls you flush against him, your hands running through his silky locks, he detaches himself from your lips temporarily to run sloppy kisses along the side of jaw and neck. A silent moan escapes past your lips and it was game over. Jungkook bites down onto your earlobe, making you automatically grip onto his shoulder tightly in response. You are breathing heavily against him as he swirls his sinful tongue around the side of your neck and the skin just behind your ear. "J-Jungkook." You weren't this type of person. The type to kiss a stranger you had just met in a club. The type to get so drunk you couldn't think or walk straight. The type to want to someone to claim you right in the middle of people filled VIP room. Jungkook was exhilarating in everything that he did to your body. The fear of him being a dangerous gang member leaving your thoughts the moment he touched you and laid eyes on you.

“Have you ever seen a matte black Lamborghini before baby?” He whispers in your ear and you shake your head ‘No.’ While biting onto your bottom lip in a pathetic attempt to hold back your erotic moans from escaping. “Do you wanna fuck in one?" Your eyes widened in shock, as he moves his hand to cup your heat. You glance at the people in the room with you completely stunned and horrified by what he was doing to you in a room full of people. The others are completely immersed in their card game that they have completely dismissed both you and Jungkook’s presence. You stiffen up as Jungkook, slides your underwear to the side without anyone noticing. Panting heavily against him, you grasp in hand in a pathetic attempt to still him which becomes futile after working magic against your sensitive nub. "Wait there's people-ah!" You tremble against him as he works you past the breaking point. "Do you wanna fuck in one or not babe? Just so you know I won’t be taking no for an answer." Jungkook growls as he sucks onto the side of your neck. "I might just have to pick you up and take you against your will." He groans as he rubs against you at a harder and faster pace than he was working you before. "W-Why bother asking me t-then?” You pant and moan as Jungkook teasingly kisses you on the side of your mouth, making you release another wanton moan. "What was that sweetheart? I couldn't hear past your sexy moans?" He teasingly whispers against your neck, making a shiver run down your spine. He smirks before biting your neck. “J-Just,” His teeth gently tugging on the skin with his teeth. "Show me your fucking car."

“Right this way, Princess.”

Jungkook wraps his large hand around your frail trembling one. “I’m not afraid anymore. I want this. I want him.” You chant in your head as Jungkook leans in for another passionate kiss against your now swollen lips. You kiss him back eagerly and without a second thought and Jungkook pulls you swiftly back up to your feet. You both continue to kiss and Jungkook begins to walk you backwards until your back makes contact with a wall in the booth. The cool wall against your warm skin makes you shiver and Jungkook admires your trembling with penetrating dark hooded eyes. You feel fire burn in your stomach as his large greedy hands grope your ass. “You…are… so fucking… addicting.” He harshly whispers between kisses and you smile against his lips. Feeling more self-confident than before. It must be the expensive liquor he was compelling you to consume. “You are not so bad yourself.” You whisper, breaking the intoxicating kiss to look him square in the eyes. Jungkook feels his heart pound against his chest as you adorably smile up at him.

“You’re fascinating you know that?” He unconsciously smiles back down at you with genuine appreciation. He hasn’t felt so content in having someone against him the way you are with him now. He feels adoration for you swell up in his cold heart, filling it with a new sense of warmth he has never felt before. Your heart hammers in your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. “No. not really but there is one thing I know for sure right now and it’s that I want you so…so fucking bad.” You mutter quietly before pressing your lips firmly against his lips once again. You were never this bold. Never. It must have been the alcohol talking and dangerously revealing your hidden desires. Jungkook is the one this time to form a satisfied smile against your lips as his hands move up from your butt to grip your hips tightly instead. Your anxiety wasn’t there to ruin your night for the first time in a long time and you feel yourself craving him more and more.

Jimin watches the two of you silently from the corner of his eyes with a slight twinge of jealousy. Taehyung, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok and your best friend are too caught up in their card game to notice what was escalating between you and Jungkook. Jimin, however, was watching the entire thing. Jimin silently averts his gaze back to the game but from the corner of his eye again, he sees Jungkook eagerly pulling you out of the room. “Come on it’s your turn chim chim! Stop getting distracted!” Taehyung exclaims clearly intoxicated and without saying anything Jimin focuses back to his game. “You okay? You look kind of out of it.” Yoongi whispers leaning towards Jimin. "Couldn't be better," Jimin assures him as he glances down at the cards sprawled out in his hands. “H-Hey w-where is…where’s…” Jin murmurs without anyone really noticing or paying attention.

“Where’s (Y/n)?”

With every step, you both take, you felt fire ignite in your belly. The hungry and jealous stares being directed your way which would normally make you feel self-conscious and intimidated made you feel empowered instead. Bodies grind on you as you and Jungkook try to squeeze out of the busy and jam-packed club. You ignore the endless murmurs and glares sent your way and Jungkook turns back to glance at you. When your eyes meet, your heart accelerates at the adrenaline of emotions swerving through your veins. His hands tighten and you feel oddly safe at that very moment. The anticipation of what was going to happen once you both leave Full Moon made you nervous. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you before tugging his lip into a breathtakingly beautiful smile. You could care less about the jealous and nosy people around you. All you wanted was to be with Jungkook. Jungkook smirks down at you sexily before lowering his head to whisper into your ear.

“I can’t wait to leave this place and get my fucking hands on you. You have no idea how good I’m going to please you tonight baby girl.”

You bite back another lewd moaning from escaping past your swollen lips as you grip onto Jungkook’s shoulder roughly. “Jungkook please don’t stop!” You cry out in ecstasy as he slides his rough fingers in and out of your heat. You are both pressed up against his Lambo too preoccupied with pleasing each other to actually get into the vehicle. "You like that?" Jungkook asks smirking, as he peppers sensual kisses against the side of your neck and collarbones as he curls his fingers inside you to hit your g-stop. You moan loudly in response, feeling tears form at the corner of your eyes from the pleasure he was giving you. “You like that?” He asks again a suggestive smirk form on his lips as he moves his head back to observe your pleasured expression from a better angle. You glance down at him with an expression of complete ecstasy written all over your face. He grins in satisfaction knowing he was the cause of your pleasure. Another loud moan escapes you before you finally realise you were both in a very public location. Your eyes widen as you glance around the parking lot, praying and hoping that no one sees the nasty shit that the both of you were doing in public. “J-Jungkook let’s just get into the car!” You exclaim curling your fingers in his hair as he sucks more marks on the side of your neck. “But it’s so nice out tonight. You see how pretty that full moon is babe?” He teasingly whispers onto your skin, making you shudder as warm breath cascades over your sensitive skin just under your ear. He places his hot tongue flat against your neck licking another stripe up your neck, loving the way your pulse throbbed speedily beneath his tongue. You shut your eyes as you felt your heart rate increase from what he was doing to you and the fear of being caught.

"Jungkook p-people c-can see…us. L-Let's just go to your place!" You mutter between moans as he pumps his fingers a tiny bit harder and faster. “Hm, but I asked you a question babe?” He begins to unbutton the top of your collared white shirt with one hand as you shake against him from the pleasure he was making you feel. You hear a group of people laughing as they walk into the parking lot. Your eyes widen in fear as you tighten your hold on him. If they turn around they could easily see you and Jungkook. Jungkook dismisses them completely and continues his torture to your heat. “J-Jungkook there’s people baby there’s people-AH!” You cry out as his thumb presses onto your clit with the right amount of pressure and he begins to do circular motions making your body jolt with added pleasure. “Don't pay attention to anything else but me baby." He orders you while removing his hands off your shirt buttons temporarily to grip your chin between his fingers tightly forcing you to look at him. Just by pure luck, the bass dropped inside the club, successfully muffling your moans from being heard by the group. You scream in bliss as he begins to pump his fingers harder in and out of you. “You didn't answer me yet, baby, do you like what I'm doing to you or not?” He asks you seductively before sucking hickeys on the top of breast peeking out from your bra, as his fingers work to unbutton the rest of your shirt with his free hand that was previously holding your chin.

“Yes! I like it so fucking much.” You exclaim, threading your fingers through his sleek dark brown hair once again. Jungkook hums in appreciation to your response, before tugging your shirt out of your pencil skirt. You release his hair temporarily, as he pulls fingers out of your heat and you sigh in displeasure when you clench around nothing. Jungkook detaches himself from you to throw your shirt into the front seat of his vehicle. It took only a more few seconds to have Jungkook, sliding two fingers back into your heat eagerly. The people leave without noticing the both of you and you moan even louder as he begins to pump his fingers in and out at a rapidly fast pace. “AH!! DON’T STOP! PLEASE DON’T STOP!” You cry out as you grip on his shoulder tightly. “You should see how fucking filthy you look right now. You look so fucking hot baby.” He murmurs sexily, before adding a third finger and increasing his pace. “I’m so close!” You shout in pleasure. “Yeah? Cum for me then babe.” He urges as he continues to suck hickeys on top of your chest and breasts. You cry out in pleasure, as you tremble against him uncontrollably. Your release hitting you harder than it ever has before. You pant against him as your eyes roll back and he looks at down at you with such passion that you felt fire swimming through your veins. You come around his fingers as he works out of your first orgasm. He smiles against your skin, before peppering one final kiss on your neck. Your mind is in a daze as he pulls his soaked fingers out of you slowly before reaching for the car handle. You hear a click before the butterfly car door of the luxury matte back Lamborghini swings upwards.

“Get in.”

So far up to this point of the night and you were getting to know Jungkook. Your first impression of him made you think that he wasn’t so bad. That was until he drove his Lambo that is. You grip onto the car handles for your dear life as he speeds through red lights, making the matte black Lamborghini fly through the city like crazy. The Lambo lit a profound purple colour on the inside, making his already gorgeous side profile look even more dashing alongside the illuminated lights. You hold your shirt to your chest with your free hand to cover yourself. Your eyes are blown wide as your breathlessly gasping for air in terror. “J-Jungkook… d-don’t you think you’re going a bit um fast?” You timidly question him as you keep your eyes glued to the road. Jungkook smirks watching you from his peripheral vision as he holds the leather steering wheel with one hand only. "Don't tell me that your scared baby girl? I thought you were fiercer than that." The engine shrieks as he presses onto the accelerator even harder, practically slamming his entire right foot against the pedal. Your breath hitches in your throat from shock as your back hit the seats from the sudden escalation of speed and he chuckles quietly to himself at your cute response. The wind from the cool night blows your hair back and you shiver from both fright and excitement as he flashes down on the high way. “No…Of course not.” You meekly reply as your grip on the side handle tightens. He smirks at you before changing lanes back and forth like he’s in a game of GTA to beat the traffic. He drives with well-defined skill and without any sense of restraint.

"Hm. You make such an exquisite face when you're scared (Y/n). It's truly intriguing " He says turning his head to face you briefly. You feel your heart skip a beat when your eyes meet his confident and assured ones. "I trust you.” You say beaming up at him and Jungkook is almost taken aback by your genuine response. “I’m the last person you should trust sweetheart.” Your smile leaves him so flustered that he resorts to rolling down his window to get some of the fresh late night air to cool down his flushed cheeks. “Maybe so, but I still want to trust you anyway.” You say gingerly as you take in his gorgeous features, momentarily dismissing the rapid speed his vehicle was going. “You honestly say the most absurd shit.” The adrenaline kicking makes you release the handle and enjoy the fast ride. “I don’t really mind it.” Jungkook smiles as he continues to speed through the city, the ride now becoming enjoyable as you laugh at the overwhelming feelings of attraction overshadowing your fear.

Jungkook looked absolutely stunning, as the wind blows through his chestnut silky parted hair, displaying his forehead. His face is displaying self-assurance and contentment as he drives his luxury car haphazardly. You couldn’t help but watch him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was so entertaining and assertive that you felt kind of jealous of him. He remained confident in himself. He had everything in his personality that you were lacking. You didn't know if the self-love and confidence he displayed were his true feelings or if he was faking it all. He was just so good at everything he did. That he made you instantly fall head over heels for him. Jungkook senses your gaze and looks at you smiling from ear to ear. Your eyes widen slightly before you are plastering on a fake smile that is futile and does little to nothing to hide your deepest feelings of self-hatred. Jungkook’s smile almost instantly vanishes at your lifeless gaze. He sees through your disguise and places the hand that was resting on his thigh onto the top of your head. Your eyes widen in shock at the comforting pat to your head. “If you’re gonna be lost in thought, can it at least be of me fucking your fucking brains out tonight when we get back to my place.”

You feel heat rush to your core at his response. He smirks as you flush under his heated gaze. "How much longer?" You ask turning your head to look out of the window in embarrassment. "Not very long at all baby. Not very long.” He says making an exit out of the highway into a path that seemed to be heading to the middle of nowhere. "Jungkook?" You turn to face him in slight fear. Could he be kidnapping you? Was he going to kill you and hide your dead body in the middle of nowhere? Countless merciless thoughts consume your attention, making Jungkook chuckle at your moment of panic. "Don't panic just yet baby girl," Jungkook smirks at you before motioning for you to look in front of you. "We're here." Your eyes widen in shock at the enormous mansion in front of you. "Welcome to the Jeon residence (L/N) (Y/N)," Jungkook says coolly as you star struck over the most gorgeous house you ever laid eyes upon. "T-This is your place?" You frantically ask Jungkook, as he reaches out of his car window to press a button. "Yeah well, it's one of them," Jungkook answers you with a sly wink. Your mouth falls agape at his response.

How many properties like this does he own? Can you make this much money selling drugs?

“This is the Jeon residence. Who do we have the pleasure of conversing with?” A voice speaks from the intercom. Your attention still being on the house made you jump a little at the sudden voice coming out of nowhere from the intercom.

“It’s me. Open the gate.” Jungkook says strictly as he straightens up in his seat. "Welcome back Master. Right away." The voice says before the gold-plated gate opens quickly. You watch the gate make a path and Jungkook bites back smile at the flabbergasted expression on your face. As soon as Jungkook speeds to the front of the mansion, there’s a chauffeur waiting for him at the front who opens the door for elegantly, before catching Jungkook’s car keys frantically after Jungkook threw them at him carelessly not even bothering to look where they land. "Park it next to the Bentley," Jungkook says casually before the chauffeur bows in response. "This house is way too big! T-This is actually a fucking mansion! Wait- you live here alone?” You question him hurriedly in amazement while taking the whole house in of its glory. Jungkook chuckles, before intertwining your hands together. “I actually live here with my Family.” The sudden skin to skin contact leaves you flushing in embarrassment and you are quick to tighten your hold onto his hand, fingers threaded together. You both maintain eye contact while his lips tug up on the side into a strikingly handsome smirk. “I wouldn’t want you running away or getting lost.” He says placing an affectionate kiss to the back of your palm. "I wouldn’t even dream of running away.” You chuckle feeling butterflies form in your stomach at the fondness and attention he was giving you. You feel yourself throb for him as the heat of your first intense orgasm lingers, his eyes darken faintly as he tightens his grip on your hand.

“Oh, after you figure out what I’m going to do to you, you might.” He says casually before flashing you a dazzling smile with a wink. You bite onto your bottom lip in anticipation as he opens the front door. “After you.” He says assertively, gesturing you politely to take a step inside the mansion. The massive front doors creak open and you nod timidly before taking a vigilant step through the front door and what it revealed inside left you even more dumbfounded than you were before. “Welcome back Master!” a room full of servants greet the two of while bowing in perfect sync and order. They all looked extremely timid and stiff as they present themselves with cautiousness and well-mannered demeanour in front of Jungkook. Jungkook doesn’t even glance or acknowledge the attentive staff before waving them away. "Leave us be," Jungkook says firmly making them all nod their heads quickly and scatter off in all kinds of different directions after bowing again elegantly, trying their hardest to get away from Jungkook’s presence as fast as physically possible.

“Wow…So all these people serve you?” You ask him, as he leads up the long flight of marble stairs. "Yes, baby girl. They all work for me and my family.” He shrugs indifferently, making you raise an eyebrow in response. “That’s crazy. I can’t imagine having that much people serving me.”

"Oh, I'll serve you so good baby girl. So good, that you won’t be needing anybody else.” He says with a husky voice so enticingly erotic, you feel every fibre in your body jump in expectation. He detaches himself from you before roughly pushing you inside a massive room which must have belonged to him once you both reach the top of the stairs. You scream with a start at the sudden rough push to your body. Your fingers detach from his instantly as you stagger into his large room. Jungkook watches you stumble into the room making him sneer maliciously in response. Trying your best to keep your balance in your heels. Immediately you got the bad boy vibe from how he carried himself and his persona. You quickly glance around the luxurious room and you almost gasp at the expensive interior and spacious size. The room practically screamed Jungkook from its dark colour coordination to his rich feeling silk sheets. It had a walk-in closet, a balcony, a bathroom, game machinery that look like they belong in an arcade, a gym and many more completely extra shit. You spot large monitors on the side of his room with gaming headsets. “This is your room? It’s a separate house in itself." You mutter as you turn your body to face Jungkook. He loosens his collared shirt as he bites his bottom lip while walking through his doorway. “Yeah. It’s pretty impressive.” He checks you out from head to toe and is quick to be back by your side. You instantly notice his change in persona, the polite and attentive Jungkook now nowhere to be seen. He holds your chin turning you to face him and pulls you into another breathtaking kiss that leaves you feeling weak in the knees. His hold on your body is strong and secure as he holds you upright.

The shirt that was flimsily placed back on you gets instantly ripped off, as his rough fingers make contact with the bottom of it. You swore you heard a rip coming from the material, but you couldn’t care less at that very moment. Jungkook’s desirous hands grope and glide across every curve of your body. His kisses were intoxicatingly breath-taking and experienced. “Why am I not getting sick of kissing you?” He teasingly whispers as he walks you back, pressing you against his large pool table. “I wonder.” You murmur in response sending him a playful smile before you both pull apart briefly and you practically rip off his expensive vest and dress shirt. He smirks at your enthusiasm and lets you undress him keenly. Your eyes widen in shock at the rock hard abs and honey coloured skin he was hiding underneath, with even more sexy tattoos sprawled across his sides and chest. Your unbelievably needy at this point and Jungkook smirks down at you so erotically that your breath hitches in your chest at his attractiveness. This guy was oozing with so much sex appeal that it was insane. “Please just take me.” You murmur in desperation and Jungkook chuckles before unbuckling his belt. "Oh, I will." He murmurs as tenses his body to accentuate his lean muscles.

“Like what you see baby?” He growls, pushing your body even harder against the cold hardwood of his table, as he drowns in your scent and soft flesh overwhelming his senses completely. You nod your head sternly, your eyes staying glued to his rock hard abs and honey skin. “Yeah? Cause I know I do. Damn.” He says placing wet kisses down your neck retracing his previous steps and admiring his marks that he left on your skin at the carpark. Your chest rises and falls with every deep breath you take and Jungkook admires that. You gulp in anticipation as his rough fingers glide over your bra strap, slowly moving the fabric down and he continues his sensual kisses onto the newly exposed skin. Your fingers run through his hair as you take in every single one of Jungkook’s actions, trying to lock them deep into your memory. Jungkook sucks another hickey before practically ripping your bra off of you.

You hear a soft “fuck” leaving his lips as he takes in your breasts, before latching onto your left nipple. You moan out loud in both pain and pleasure while your hands grab at his tattooed arms. As he sucks and tugs onto your delicate flesh and nipple his hands grasp both your breasts squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure. Making your back arch off the table. He gives the right nipple the same attention as the left before one of his hands slides down your body teasingly. “You are so good at this!” You screech as he makes contact with your swollen clit. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He replies teasingly, keeping eye contact with you as he slides pencil skirts zipper down painstakingly slow. “Please hurry up Jungkook.” You groan at his deliberate slow pace which makes him smile friskily down at you in response. Usually, this sort of response from a woman sent him haywire. He did not like people rushing him or commanding him in any shape or form but Jungkook didn’t really seem to mind it coming from you.

“I just want to take my time undressing you while admiring your beauty.” Your whole body flushes at his sly comment and you mentally curse him for always knowing what to say to get you riled up. Once it hits the floor, you push Jungkook off of you with as much force as you could muster, knowing he was much stronger than you. He barely moves back an inch at the force of your push but for your sake moves back anyway watching you with slight confusion perceptible in his dark onyx eyes. You smirk up at him coyly before falling down onto your knees in front of him. His confusion is quickly wiped away by an assertive smile and he threads his rough fingers through your hair instantly when he realises what you were up to. You can see him through his dress pants and he watches you in a mixture of both complete disbelief and amusement. You look up at him as if you were asking for permission and he nods his head impatiently in response, his fingers threading into your hair harsher and you smile at the suggestive tug to your locks, hands reaching to pull down his zipper. His pants fall to the ground quickly without anything there to hold the trousers on his amazing body.

You bite back a gasp at how big and hard he looked through his underwear. The outline of his length protruding and thick as well as how defined and muscular his thighs were. “Shit…” You mutter before feeling him over his underwear. “I think I’m the one with the better view here between the two of us.” Jungkook sheepishly murmurs, his eyes hooded as he peers down at you. Admiring you just in your underwear with your breast bare. “We’ll see about that.” You mutter looking up at him through your lashes, before tugging his underwear down and you move your head back quickly to avoid being hit in the face by his impressively large and thick cock. You hum in pleasure at the size and he ushers you with a suggestive smile to take him in your mouth.

“Come on baby girl…give it a taste.” Jungkook guides you while threading his fingers through your locks once again, completely messing up your hair but keeping your hair from falling onto your gorgeous face. “Gladly.” You whisper, before placing a kitten lick to his leaking tip. It had been so long since you got laid that you felt the excitement as you lick a slow long stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip. "F-Fuck." Jungkook moans, tightening his grip on your hair. "Take your panties off baby girl and pleasure yourself while you suck my cock.” You immediately obey sliding off your panties, before licking your fingers and circling your clit while simultaneously sucking his large cock. “Just like that baby…” Jungkook growls as you bob your head faster while hallowing your cheeks to suck even harder. “Take me into your mouth. Just like that.” You moan with a cock filled mouth and Jungkook forces you harder onto his shaft, making his tip brush against the back of your throat.

You groan at the force but try your best to not gag around his dick as he practically begins to face fuck your mouth. Your mascara and eyeliner begin to smudge at the corner of your eyes as the tears begin to pour down your face. Leaving a trail of streak marks as you keep one hand against his pelvis to steady yourself as your other hand stills against your clit, too focused on pleasing him instead and not gagging. “Keep touching yourself baby girl.” He orders as he slows down his pace, keeping his cock buried into your mouth. You hum in response as you begin to move your fingers hastily on your clit. Bringing yourself close to your second release of the night. Jungkook sees you panting and twitching and is quick to wrap his hand roughly around you locks before tugging you hard by the hair to pull you off his dick. You cry out in pain and he smirks down at you in response. Completely disregarding your disappointed look on your face from being stripped away from another orgasm. His eyes are following the trickle of saliva running down your chin and dripping onto your bare hickey covered breasts.

“I told you to pleasure yourself but I never said to make yourself cum. I’ll be the one make to you cum. You got that?” He strictly pronounces without any hint of playfulness in his lust filled eyes and you nod quickly not wanting to test his patience’s and letting him pull you back up to your feet by your hair. “I’m going to fuck you all night long and you’re going to let me.” You nod enthusiastically and he releases your hair to instead bend slightly to throw you over his shoulder like a rag doll. You cry out in fear as your body dangles on his shoulder. He smacks your ass hard before walking over to his large bed. He throws you onto his mattress and watches your body bounce up and down. Your hands feel at his silky expensive sheets and he smirks down at you before pulling off his Rolex watch and tossing it off to the side somewhere. You maintain eye contact with and him as he walks over to the edge of the bed. His cock standing tall as he grasps onto your feet before pulling your body down to the edge of his bed and slipping off your black heels.

“Let me fucking taste you baby.” Your breath hitches in your throat as drops onto his knees. “You are fucking glistening so beautifully.” He teasingly states as he looks up at you holding your gaze. Your chests rise and fall in anticipation as he bends down to lick a stripe up your heat, his tongue brushing onto your clit. Your back arches off the bed and he smirks before continuing to eat you out like he was a starved animal. Moan after moan leaves you as you grab at his sheets, clutching them tightly. The pleasure causing tears to well up in your eyes once again, making your eye make-up smear even more. “Jungkook!!” You scream his name like a mantra and he lives for every second of it. “That’s it. Say my name.” You cry out in pleasure and he growls in response doubling his efforts before sliding two fingers back into your dripping entrance. He rushes you into your second orgasm of the night embarrassingly quickly and he watches you tremble and shudder against his now drenched sheets. You continue to twitch and exhale in pleasure as he works you out of your high.

“Look at the fucking mess you made.” He chuckles, his chin and lips covered in your juices and you flush at his comment. Your eyes snap open at his comment and you quickly lift yourself up against his mattress onto your elbows. You stare down at him and the mess you made mortified. “I-I’ve never d-done that before.” You shyly murmur and he chuckles bending down to lick up the rest of your release before kissing his way up your body sensually. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot. I am going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before baby. I’ll give you a taste of what it’s to be with me…but first taste how fucking amazing you taste on my tongue.” He pushes his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue and you let him kiss you like no tomorrow. The kiss continues to get heated and you let your tongues collide together again and again. “Jungkook please…please fuck me.” You practically beg once he pulls away slightly. Leaving only a short distance between the two of you. “Please Jungkook,” You look up at him with lust filled eyes and he growls in response.

“How badly do want it?” His curt questions leave you baffled and sexually frustrated. "So fucking bad…please, Jungkook, fuck me, baby, please-"

“Hm, I'm not really convinced." He hums, purposely brushing his rock hard cock against your dripping entrance. You clench around nothing and sigh in frustration. "I want you so fucking bad Jungkook, please I want you to fuck me all night with your big cock, I want you to fuck me hard and stretch me out, use me to get yourself off, I have never wanted to sleep with someone so bad, I want you to fuck my brains out as you promised me Jungkook please, please I want your cock inside me so bad baby-”

“You want me that badly? Well, I better give you what you want baby girl."

You almost gasp at the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your dripping entrance. He watches you favourably and pushes just the tip of his length into you. You quickly clench onto him and moan out loud at the stretch. “F-Fuck you’re so big.” You cry out as he hastily pushes the rest of his thick and long cock in barely giving you time to adjust to his size. You feel yourself being stretched further than you have ever been stretched before. Your mouth falls open at the feeling and you both moan at the pleasant stretch. "And you're so fucking tight. What the fuck? When was the last time you’ve been fucked?” He questions you with a moan as he pulls his hip back before snapping them forward, essentially pounding his hard length back into you firmly and powerfully. It has honestly been a long time since the last time you have had sex and this was definitely giving you more pleasure than your fingers were. You release moan after moan as he continues to stick by his words and fuck your brains out.

He continues pulling his hips back and then thrusting back inside you hard with a satisfying husky groan. He has your back arching and your falling agape with every hard snap of his pelvis. You feel your body sucking him back up and deep inside, his length brushing against all the right places. He growls and grunts sexily as he continues to pound you into his mattress. “You take my cock so fucking well baby.” You reach your arms out to press against the headboard to give you some stability but your efforts become futile as he continues to pound into you faster and harder, hitting that one spot that drives you crazy every time. “Jungkook oh my god!” You moan breathlessly as shoves his whole length hard and deep inside you, stilling himself as you clench and unclench snugly around his length. Your whole body shaking at the pleasure you were feeling. “Jungkook…” You moan his name as you peer up at him with glistening tear-filled eyes. “Fuck baby.” He grunts while imprinting your face and exquisite pleasured expression into his mind as he starts to move his hips again. His large cock once again sliding against your walls wonderfully. Your wetness dripping out of your entrance soaking his sheets with every thrust.

“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He growls hovering over you, admiring the way your face contorts with pleasure with every snap of his pelvis. "Right t-there Jungkook! Fuck! Right there!" You chant as he grips your hips harder, pulling your body down to meet him halfway. The hard pounding to your g-spot leaves you seeing stars and you trembling again as your back arches off his bed and your sensitive nipples make contact with his solid hard chest. You knew you were going to be so sore after this and probably covered in bruises but you honestly didn’t care. He completely ruined you with his rough thrusts, bite marks and hickey covered skin. Not so secretly thought you were loving every second of it. He lets go of one of your hips to press his fingers against your swollen and abused clit.

"Y-You fuck me so well." You cry out as Jungkook continues to assault your g-spot. “Jungkook!” Your eyes roll back as he rubs your clit and the sensation as you on cloud9 as he pounds into you faster. “J-Jungkook s-shit!” You scream in ecstasy as you tighten around his length feeling the familiar bubbling of your release approaching in your belly. He was stimulating you in every way possible. “I-I’m close! P-Please d-don’t stop!” You order him and he smirks down at you sexily. Sweat dripping down his forehead as he intertwines his fingers on your hip with your own. “I’m not planning on it.” You moan loudly, your high hitting you even harder than it has the first time he pushed you past your breaking point before. Jungkook removes his hand off your clit to wrap his fingers around your neck instead. Applying the right amount of pressure and slightly cutting off your airways. Your breath hitches in your throat and you never knew being choked was something that was going to turn you on as much as it did. “Look at you, you little filthy bitch. Taking my cock so fucking well.” He grunts choking you harder. You gasp and tighten around his length as your orgasm was quickly approaching. You silently scream in pleasure as you feel yourself being thrown over the edge once again. Your whole body shuddering at the overwhelming sensation. You release onto his sheets and lower stomach. “Fuck you did It again baby.” He grunts loving the way your face is contorting in pleasure. “So fucking hot.” He mutters as he watches you tremble and shake violently underneath him, tightening extremely tightly around his cock.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook exclaims as he releases into you, painting your walls. His seeds filling you up. He continues to ram his cock into you, successfully milking himself of his cum. You groan at the overstimulation of him thrusting into you and hitting your abused g-spot. “Jungkook stop please” You whimpered and he shushes you quietly in response. You flinch and twitch as he begins to rub your clit hard and fast. You scream in both discomfort and overstimulation. “J-Jungkook baby I can’t cum again!” You exclaim, feeling the familiar feeling of an orgasm arising in your belly. “Come, baby, just one more. Cum one more time for me.” Your scream as your last orgasm hits you. It does not hit you as hard as the rest of your orgasm of the night but it is enough to leave you with goosebumps and feeling so unbelievably pleasured. You both breathlessly stay in the same position trying to steady your breathing while still being connected and sweaty from the aftermath of a passionate night of love-fucking and rough fucking. You have a gut feeling that he's staring at you and your pleasantly surprised when you snap your eyes open to be greeted by his blissful and content smiling face. He stares at you silently. Chest falling and rising as he takes his fingers off your neck, relishing on the way your skin flushed after the intense love-making you both shared. He observes your completely wrecked form in delight. Loving the way his fingers on neck left a red mark and he moves his hands down your body keeping them locked against your hips instead. You stare up at him bashfully as he continues to observe you. You felt completely vulnerable and bare in front Jungkook as he makes no effort to move from his position even with his now limp dick still buried deep inside you filled with his cum. You couldn’t imagine how messy he made you. You felt only slightly self-conscious as he continues to gawk at you.

“That was… probably the best… sex… I’ve ever had.” You state chuckling between heavy intakes of air as he snorts softly at the comment. "Well, I'm glad because it was…supposed to be your last.” The last part of his sentence gets trapped in his head and he does not physically have the ability to say the words out loud. "Because It was what?" You ask smiling up at him and he shakes his head calmly returning your smile. "Because it was mine too." He says before bending down to capture your lips into another passionate kiss. Jungkook kisses you aggressively with every ounce of strength he had left. You were like a drug giving him energy as he felt the desire to take you all over again. His right hand moves slowly under the pillow next to you. You were completely immersed in the kiss to realise what he was doing. Jungkook's warm hand makes contact with the cool knife located under the pillow. His hand grasped it as he waits for the usual urge to slice your throat open. The kiss is progressing getting sloppier and intimate as your tongues dance against each other. Jungkook is baffled as he feels no motivation to kill you. He releases the knife, choosing to wrap his fingers into your soft locks once again instead. You moan into his mouth at the soft tug to your locks and you cup his face urging him to deepen the kiss. Jungkook sighs into your mouth in response. One of his hands sliding down your body sweaty body.

He breaks the kiss, eyes lingering onto your content fucked out expression. Even though your hair was a mess, your make up was ruined and smeared he swore he has never seen anything more beautiful in his life. No expensive car, no paycheck, no drugs could give the rush you gave him. He felt defeated by you in his own wicked game. The urge to kill you never arising in his heart for the first time in a long time. "Would you like to take a shower?" He whispers sensually brushing soothing circles over the skin by your hips with his thumb and you hum in response, eyes slimming into a radiant smile. "Are you going to join me in the shower?" You ask cheekily brushing your thumb against his cheek comfortingly, mimicking his motions on your hip. He smirks in response and places a quick peck on your neck, moving his hips back and pulling his length out of your heat. You both moan quietly at the feeling. You exhale in pleasure at the feeling of his cum leaking out of your entrance. "Of course I'm going to join you. It's my house after all. What kind of gentleman will I be if I do not fulfil my guests' wishes? Especially when she's this fucking fine." He purrs sexily raising an eyebrow at you making you sigh in desire at his suggestive response. "I don't think I can walk, to be honest. You really did live up to my expectations.” You utter sleepily, making him grin down at you. He moves to the side of the bed and picks up a phone placed on top of the bedside table. You watch him groggily and he glances at you before sending a cheeky wink your way, making you chuckle slightly, your greedy fingers gliding against his lean muscles.

“It’s me. I need a maid in here to change the sheets and bring in a pair of lady pyjamas in no less than five minutes.” Jungkook strictly orders on the phone before hanging up and placing it back on top of the bedside table. Your cheeks flush at his authoritarian attitude and the fact that the maids will know he slept with you and ruined his beautiful expensive sheets. He turns to back to you, smirking cockily at your embarrassed expression.

“Now about that shower.”

You fell onto the new fresh silky sheets on his bed completely wiped out and exhausted. You and Jungkook continued your sexual endeavours in the shower and he wasn't exactly an unfit person to get tired easily. It was so mortifying to know that ladies in his room could every single detail of what Jungkook was doing to you. It was hard keeping up with him but it was so damn worth it in the end. You feel your body ache everywhere and Jungkook chuckles and you feel his large bed dip as he plops down onto the bed beside you. "Tired baby?" He asks brazenly, making you hum in response. "You honestly never fully run out of energy do you?" You ask him not really expecting a proper answer. "Now that you mention it. I don't really think I do babe." He cheekily responds stroking your hair comfortingly. "Get some rest babe. I am a big sucker for morning sex." You flush at his words. “I could honestly fuck you all day and night.” His smirk never leaving his face. You hesitate to lean towards him, which would seem a little silly after being so intimate with him but you just didn't know if this a one-time thing and maybe he didn't see you as anything more than a typical one night stand. "Am I spending the night?" You ask cautiously and Jungkook's rested eyes fluttered open quickly after those words leave your lips. "Yeah. I don't want you going anywhere." He spoke sternly without any hint of hesitation which shocked you and himself secretly. He had never had anyone stay over before unless they were dead of course. The new side you were bringing out of him scared him deep down inside but he was so far gone for you that it seems to not matter anymore. He was becoming a little possessive in this sense though. "O-Okay."

You were beautiful even with your makeup gone and hair slightly damped after he dried it. Your skin glows and bloomed with his marks. His fingers twitched at his side as he felt an overwhelming desire to touch you and feel you again. "Come here." He ordered, lifting his sheets up slightly and you flush at the sight of his solid abs being exposed to your greedy eyes once again. Did he always sleep naked? You exhale quietly, feeling anxious as you slide across his bed, falling deep into the security of his strong arms.

“If Jeon Jungkook finds out were detectives were all going to fucking die tonight!”

Jungkook wraps his arms around you securely and your heart begins to pound against in your chest as Jin's previous words of warning begin to replay in your mind. You were pretty much sober now and fully aware of the position you were in. You look at Jungkook's face and sigh in relief when you noticed he was sound asleep. "This was wrong…so fucking wrong." The realisation of the situation started settling in and you feel your anxiety return on queue to mess with your ability to think rationally. "What the fuck have I done?" You whisper to yourself as you peer up at Jungkook's face in shame. You were completely overwhelmed by your reckless mistake.

Even though you felt strongly about Jungkook. It didn't change the fact that he was a drug dealer, part of a dangerous mafia group and possibility a murder. You were a detective. The complete opposite of him. You of all people should have known better than getting involved with someone like him, especially not intimately involved. You hear your phone vibrate in the corner of the room and you didn't realise that you had forgotten your bag in his Lamborghini the maids must have brought it up for you. You debated in your mind whether or not to sneak out or to just spend the night. You started thinking over your options and sneaking out without anyone noticing just didn't seem possible in a house full of servants. You were surely going to get caught. You make up your mind to just spend the night and leave in the morning. You hear your phone vibrate once again and you are now fully aware that someone is trying to contact you desperately. "Jin and (B/F/N) must be so worried about me". You thought to yourself as you slowly and discreetly untangle yourself from Jungkook's hold. He doesn't even as so much stir at your movements. You smile in relief that he was, in fact, a deep sleeper. You hold your breath as you tiptoe over to your bag placed against Jungkook's computer chair, silently pulling out your phone from the inside.

8 missed calls from Best Friend

5 missed calls from Jin

1 missed call from Kim Namjoon

You have several miss calls and texts messages from Jin and your best friend, along with a single missed call from Namjoon. You feel a bad feeling wash over you as you quickly begin to reply to your best friend’s texts messages. They have spammed you with how worried they were and how Jin was begging you come to the agency asap. Your eyes stay glued to Namjoon’s text message. He never contacts you this late unless it was something urgent. Your heart hammers in your chest as you unlock Namjoon’s message. Your fingers are trembling as you read his message your mind going haywire as you read through his long text message over and over again not believing what you were reading.

[Kim Namjoon]

3:35 am

Hey (Y/N) I'm sorry for contacting you this late at night but I got some leads on the case we are investigating. We found out that the killer is a guy in his early twenties. His father owns one of the most well-known mafia organisation in the world. They specialise in the illegal exportation of cocaine. He has killed multiple people throughout the years and some of his victims are not women. His last victim name was Scarlett Brooks, 22 years of age and she was last seen walking out of the club Full Moon last week Friday night around 12:30 am. We believe he goes by the name Jeon Jungkook. I have already contacted Jin and he is at the agency. I need you to get here as soon as possible. Once again sorry for contacting you so late.

You almost drop your phone in shock. You feel your chest grow cold in fear as tears well up in your eyes as you turn around hastily to glance back at Jungkook who was sleeping peacefully in his bed. He looks almost boyish as he snores quietly his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. Your chest aches as you fight back tears. Your mind going crazy as you hurriedly try to collect your thoughts. How Jungkook do those horrible things to those innocent women? You used to think you had a good understanding of people and their inner intentions. How could you have given a blind eye to someone as heartless and merciless as Jungkook? Maybe Namjoon was wrong? It was a possibility. A very low possibility but still a possibility. You reminiscence on the way he held you and kissed you. There was no way it could be Jungkook. You felt a panic attack begin to start and you try your best calm yourself. It can't be. It can’t be Jungkook. Please don’t be Jungkook. Not Jungkook. You didn't know if you were being rational or naïve. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking like a professional but instead, you happened to be wishfully thinking.

[You]

4:10 am: I’ll be right there.

You reply back to him with a curt reply, your hands trembling as you type the message which is supposed to be simple but because of your shaky hands, it takes longer than usual. Your phone vibrates again in your hands and you open Jin's text message, biting onto your bottom lip in unease. You bite onto the flesh unknowingly hard, causing the skin to break and blood to come dripping out. The iron taste of blood leaves an unpleasant flavour in your mouth as you open Jin's newest text.

[Jin]

4:12 am: I know that you are with him…Jimin saw you guys leaving together. I know you might not believe me but It's him (Y/N). Jungkook's the killer. That ruthless killer that decapitated and dismembered those women and men! Please tell me your safe.

[You]

4:12 am: I just saw Namjoon's text message. I'm sorry for the late reply! I'll meet you back at the agency ASAP.

You quickly snap a reply to Jin as you gather your clothes debating whether or not to catch an Uber home. Your phone percentage was exceptionally low and you mentally cringe at the red percentage displaying that you had 20% battery left. You look at your ripped blouse in agitation. How the fuck were you going to escape without being noticed? You leave the silk pyjama shirt on your body but you change back into your pencil giving up on finding your bra is this very dark room only being lightened by a little light from the full moon outside. You throw your PJ pants into your purse and flinch in shock at the sudden vibration coming from your phone. You glance at your home screen while placing your free hand over your racing heart.

[Jin]

4:15 am: THANK GOODNESS YOUR OKAY!? WHERE ARE YOU?? DO YOU NEED ME TO PICK YOU UP??

4:15 am: We were so worried about you

you have no idea.

4:15 am: I'm sorry for not paying enough attention

[You]

4:16 am: I'm okay Jin! I shouldn't have left the club and made you guys worry. I'm sorry. I'm okay though and I'll meet you back at the agency.

[Jin]

4:17 am: Okay but promise me you'll call me or message me if anything happens? Just please be safe and be smart. Message me as soon as you get here.

[You]

4:17 am: I will! See you soon!

[Jin]

4:17 am: See you! Remember to message me if anything happens!

Once that message sends, you are quick to place your phone back into your purse quietly, trying your best to make as little noise as possible. You exhale shakily as you try your best to calm your nerves. You felt confused and conflicted after thinking about everything that has happened tonight with Jungkook. It's not like you just liked him because of sex appeal. You peep at Jungkook quietly walking over to the edge of his bed. His beautiful sleeping face was being illuminated faintly by the moon. He was so gorgeous. You instantly jump out of your trance when his face contorts in discomfort. It was almost as if he was in some kind of pain as he releases a grunt in his sleep. His chest begins to rise and fall at a faster pace as he inhales and exhales faster. Was Jungkook having a nightmare?

"Please forgive me father…," Jungkook mumbles as he begins moving his head from side to side. You feel your heart drop instantly at the anguish in his expression. You knew he was hurting. "Please father…don't…don't hurt me." He chokes out, his body now trembling slightly. Sweats build upon his forehead and you couldn't tolerate watching him suffering any longer. "J-Jungkook…" You stutter quietly while brushing his fringe out of his eyes gently. Jungkook instantly captures your hand, making you flinch in shock at his sudden contact. Your heart races as you think he has woken up. He continues to snore peacefully making you exhale in relief. It was so wrong caring for your enemy but you couldn't help it. You were acting by your heart, not your mind.

Getting out of the Jeon's residence was a struggle and so astonishingly stressful. The maids almost seem stunned at your presence. As if they were expecting you to be dead. You feel a chill run down your spine at the thought. You almost felt dirty. Even though you have already showered you wanted to take another. You wanted to remove every trace of Jeon Jungkook on your body. You walk past a large gold-framed mirror in the hall of the mansion. Your eyes almost popping out of your head at the numerous hickeys covering your neck and chest. What the fuck is Namjoon going to think if I show up like this? They were so obvious and dark. There was no way in hell you could show up to the agency looking like this.

“Oh, it’s you (Y/N).”

You jump in fear at the familiar voice coming from close behind you. You look back horrified as Park Jimin stands there with a smug expression on his face. He is still wearing the delectable attire that he was wearing at the club. He looks at you up and down. You flush in embarrassment as the catcalls at the sight of your hickey covered skin. "Looks like you and Jungkook got along quite well last night." There was a hint of teasing his statement that left you feeling almost ashamed at your reckless behaviour. "What is it Jimin?" You rushed him with the question as you gulp, turning your head stiffly as you avert your gaze to the clock hanging up by the stairs. It was well past 5 am and you couldn't believe he was still up at this time. "Are you in a rush sweetheart?" Jimin answers your question with a question of his own as he smirks at you. "No. Not at all." You curtly reply, averting your gaze back to his and he chuckles quietly. His eyes roaming your dishevelled appearance.

"Did you just get here?" You ask politely and he nods his head in response. "Yeah, I thought I'd stop by and see if you were still alive." Your eyes widen in shock at his statement and he chuckles quietly, pushing his hands into his pants pockets leisurely. "Just kidding sweetheart. No need to give me that look." He looked a little tipsy as he gazes at you with a suggestive smile. His cologne and the smell of alcohol clouds your senses and he is loving every second of your timid attitude. "Do you like Jungkook?" His question catches you off guard and you nod bashfully in response not wanting to make anything worse for yourself. "Well, …that's a shame. I really wanted to leave with you and give you some good Park Jimin head. I ain't messing with Jungkook's girls though. He'd probably shoot me, but if you ever get tired of him, I'm here and more than willing enough to give you some good dick." Jimin smirks and removes one of his hands from his trousers to cup your face in the palm of his hand gently. You stiffen at the sudden contact before taking a quick step back, creating some distance between you and Jimin. "I'm sorry Jimin but I-I really um have to go." You say hastily before twisting on your heels and bolting down the stairs of the mansion. You feel almost breathless as you make your escape. Your legs still excoriatingly sore from Jungkook's intense fucking, leaving you to feel a little unsteady on your feet. You feel Jimin's eyes glued to your back, making you want to escape faster. Jimin watches you leave with a wide grin plastered on his face. His phone vibrating in his pocket only captures his attention briefly. He reaches into his pocket before pulling out his phone and clicking the answer button.

“Hey Taehyung …yeah I just made it to Jungkook’s and you won’t believe it. The girl is still alive. (Y/N) is still alive.”

“Is she now? Well if she is alive…it probably won’t be for long.” Taehyung’s statement leaves Jimin slightly baffled. “What do you mean?”

“She does not work for a publishing company. Hoseok did some research and apparently, she's a detective. You are not going to believe who she works for…" There is silence on the line now after Jimin registered the new given information.

“Who is it?”

“She works for Kim Namjoon.”

"Hey, you made it!" Jin exclaims as immediate relief washes over him and he races over to you when you push open the agencies door. It was now approximately two hours after you left the Jeon residence which was an actual pain in the ass to leave considering there was people guarding the gate and no one really wanted to wake up Jungkook to ask him for permission to allow you to leave. After about 30 minutes of back to back chitchat between you and the guards, you were allowed to leave. "Jin! I'm so sorry!" You sob running into his arms and he pats your back comfortingly. "Don't apologise! I'm just glad you're okay." You both pull back from the brief embrace, gazing at each other with a warm smile. "Thanks, Jin…I promise I'll make it up to you and (b/f/n)!" You murmur, feeling guilt wash over you. "No seriously it's okay! We're both just glad that you're safe-"

Jin’s words seem to be getting distance as you ponder on what Jungkook was doing right now. The whole Uber ride you couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook. It was like he was consuming you in every way possible and you couldn't shake the thought of him out of your head. You pondered if he has woken up yet and what he would think when he saw you missing. His presence lingers. Your muscles were sore and your heat was still aching. Memories of Jungkook staying imprinted in your mind and you secretly didn’t want to forget anything that has happened with Jungkook.

“(Y/N) you have arrived.” Namjoon’s stern voice echoes throughout the agencies entrance and you fix your posture immediately as soon as your in his presence. “I-I’m sorry for being late Mr Kim.” You apologise in a dejected tone as you place a hand against the side of your neck to cover a few marks left on your skin by Jungkook without being too obvious. Jin’s eyes widen in shock at the hickeys peeking out of your shirt. "We'll talk in here." Namjoon barely pays your timid attitude any mind as he ushers both you and Jin into his office. "You couldn't get yourself a turtleneck before you came?" Jin teasing whispers in your ear as you both follow behind Namjoon. "Shut up." You spat at him as he looks at you with a shit eating grin. "At least you're okay." He muttered patting you gently on the arm. "I have set up the evidence I've gathered on my pin board," Namjoon says while pointing towards his pinboard which was covered in articles, photos and papers. You feel your heartache painfully when your eyes land on a photograph of Jungkook on there.

"There is security footage of Brooks leaving full moon…she appears to be with Jeon Jungkook. Although the club refused to give us the actual footage there are numerous witnesses that have identified Jungkook as a potential suspect. I have also gathered some past articles on the Jeon family and their past criminal history doesn't look very good. I used to investigate this family and to be honest, I'm not very surprised that it's Jungkook."

The more Namjoon talks the more you feel the need to cry. Jin notices your expression falter under Namjoon's stern voice and he exhales inaudibly not being able to bare your hurt expression. "Jungkook took a few anatomy classes in College which makes sense on how he knows where to slice his victims and he was under arrest a couple of times in the past on several drug and assault charges but was released on bail every time. Even though, I'm positive that Jungkook is suspect we still need to interview a few close friends. This case is going to be one of the most difficult cases to deal with appropriately. The reason why I chose both of you as detectives for this case is that you are both experienced and smart enough to handle it. I have high hopes for the both of you. "

“Yes, sir.”

"At this point of the investigation, I am certain that Jungkook is the one killing all these women and men. What I need from you both now is to go home and get some rest up for the day and to come in tomorrow with a fresh start so we can come up with an appropriate and more efficient strategy on how we are going to handle this situation. You both look extremely exhausted and won't be able to work to the standard that I need from the both of you right now. Do not be late tomorrow. Do I make myself clear?" Namjoon's stern voice and face doesn't leave any room for disagreements. He peers at both you and Jin with the same serious and superior persona.

“Yes, sir!”

“You are both dismissed.”

"Father, why do you hate me so much?" Jungkook asks meekly as he lets his father beat him to a pulp. Blood gushing out from his nose and a bruise forming on both sides of his face. Jungkook is merely a child who was getting used to his father’s abuse. He cries as he tries to fend off his alcoholic father. “It’s all your fault…” His father mutters while hiccupping, as he swings his bottle of whisky at a terrified Jungkook who barely dodges the bottle. The glass shattering everywhere and slicing Jungkook’s skin on his arms and legs. “F-Father Please!”

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU SORRY EXCUSE OF A SON!" His father shouts in resentment as he wobbles over to Jungkook, who tries to scramble away from but ends up cutting himself even further from the glass shattered on the ground. "It's because of you that she died. You were a murderer at birth. I fucking can't stand you. I fucking hate you."

Jungkook sits up on his bed waking up with a start. His chest heaving up and down as he inhales and exhales harshly. His heart racing in his chest as the built-up sweat on his forehead drips down the side of his face. He shuts his eyes grimacing from the sunlight streaking through his large window. "Fuck…it was just a dream." He murmurs to himself in relief as he steadies his breathing with a racing heart. Placing the palm of his hand over his eyes as they adjust to the daylight.

"Jungkook! You up man?" Jimin walks into Jungkook's room standing his door with a cup of coffee his hand. He smirks at the latter before leaning against the door frame while crossing his legs. "Jimin? What the fuck are you doing here?" Jungkook asks barely acknowledging him as he stretches out his tense muscles. Jimin chuckles before taking a sip of the coffee in his hands. "Had a good night last night?" Jimin's questions make Jungkook recollect his memory. "(Y/n)." He glances down at the side of the bed, frowning when he finds it empty.

"If you're looking for (Y/n), she left early this morning. She was a complete mess when I saw her. I can imagine you had a good time last night…huh, Kooky?" Jimin says smirking at Jungkook who pulls up his covers, sliding out of the comfort of his bed. "What time did she leave?" Jungkook asks bending down and putting on some sweatpants. He was incredibly pissed that you had left without his knowledge. Jimin tenses his face as he thinks. "About 5 in the morning." Jungkook retraces his memory and his smile is unknowingly warm as he thinks about you and what you both experienced the night before. Jimin peers at Jungkook with a shocked expression on his face. Almost dropping his cup at the sight. Jungkook's smile was so sincere and radiant. Jimin was, in fact, witnessing right now one of the most genuine smiles he's ever seen coming from Jungkook in a very long time. "I didn't want to kill her…I didn't want her to leave me, to be honest with you." Jungkook mutters as a grin spreads across his lips. "I love seeing you this happy Jungkook…but I wouldn't be so fond of her just yet." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at Jimin as he sighs with unease. "There is something that Hoseok found out this morning about Jin and (Y/N)…and I don't really think you're going to like it." Jungkook stares at Jimin with hooded eyes. His jaw tightens as he grinds his teeth in thought. "Where's Hoseok?"

"He's downstairs eating breakfast with the rest of the crew."

"I actually liked Seokjin. It's honestly such a pity." Taehyung chuckles as he chews obnoxiously loud on his blueberry pancakes. "We were pretty close in college," Jimin says pouting slightly. "So how are you planning on killing them Jungkook?" Jungkook barely grazes his food as he stares at his plate lost for words. The whole table is tense and Jimin exhales in discomfort for what felt like the 10th time that morning. “I can’t believe they work for Namjoon of all people.” Yoongi murmurs after downing his glass of orange juice. “Yeah, Namjoon has been investigating the Jeon family for years. Wasn’t he the one to place both you and your dad in jail before? He’s a really good detective.” Taehyung murmurs as he continues to chew his food. “(Y/N) must be a good detective too if she’s working for him. Namjoon is a perfectionist.” Yoongi adds as he glances at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow. “If they didn’t work for Namjoon, Jungkook probably would of let them go…” Hoseok smirks as he stares at Jungkook, who glares back at him in response. “What are you gonna do Jungkook?”

Jungkook couldn't help but feel disappointed but he didn't really know what he was expecting from you anyway. Even if you didn't lie to him, why would someone like you want to be someone as messed up like him? Jungkook wanted you though and that was something he couldn't completely deny. "Don't tell me you got a little crush on the detective?" Yoongi mumbles playing with his breakfast. "Hey, she was hot though." Taehyung states chuckling which causes an irk of irritation to bubble in Jungkook. "Jungkook…don't forget that she works for Namjoon," Hoseok states as he observes Jungkook's conflicted appearance. "I know that." He mutters before abruptly standing onto his feet. "Hoseok give me a copy of her details. I'm going to handle her myself."

“Whatever you say, Bro.”

"Wow, Namjoon can be so scary sometimes," Jin mutters as he is driving you home. "I can't believe its Jungkook. I knew he was messed up but not that messed up. It was kind of awkward after you left the club with him. Jimin had this weird change in personality and the others just kept snorting cocaine and getting drunk. I'm honestly surprised they didn't die of alcohol poisoning." You glance out the car window not really in the mood to be talking about last night. "Let's just not talk about last night." You murmur resting your chin on the palm of your hand. "Okay…But I'm curious to know how you and Jungkook left together last night." Your breath hitches your throat at Jin's words. “Please...let’s just drop this conversation.” You murmur as you watch Jin glance down at your phone charging in his car.

"I think your phones vibrating (Y/N)," Jin says not taking his eyes off the road and you nod your head in response even though he couldn't see you. Someone was calling you on no caller id and you were praying it wasn't a scammer or something to annoy you even more than you already were at that very moment.

“Hello?”

"Hey, babe…I missed you this morning." Your eyes widen in shock at the sound of the familiar pet name and husky voice belonging to the very person that was occupying your thoughts.

"J-Jungkook?" You exclaim and Jin swerves on the road. "WHAT? JUNGKOOK? AS IN JEON JUNGKOOK!?" Jin exclaims and you glare at him while placing an index finger against your lip to shush him in response. "It's me, baby. It's so good hearing your voice. I'm getting hard just remembering you screaming my name over and over again last night…" Your face flushes at his shameless response and Jin looks at you mortified. You open and close your mouth not really knowing how to respond to his lewd comment. "I owe you a shirt and don’t forget that you owe me morning sex." Jungkook chuckles. Your fingers clench your phone harder in response. "I-I-Jungkook- Forget about the shirt and I-I don't really owe you anything…"

"Is something wrong (Y/N)? Is there a reason you left so hastily this morning?" The questions catches you even more off guard and when you don't reply he breaks the awkward silence with a chilling laugh. "I supposed you don't owe me morning sex but it really is a pity…I really wanted to get my hands on you and pleasure you past your breaking point just like how I did last night…I know you want me (Y/N) …However, it really is a shame that you do in fact owe me one important explanation…"

"Explanation? I-I don't know what you are talking about." You hurriedly say to him with your chest squeezing in agony. "Tsk, Tsk. Playing dumb now, are we? Oh, beautiful (Y/n). What am I going to do with you?" You gulp embarrassingly loudly as you ponder over his words. He didn’t know you were a detective? Did he?

Jin glances at you multiple times, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. You glance at Jin in distress. "Jungkook…H-How did you even get my number?" There is a slight pause on the line before he exhales in annoyance.

“Listen, I’ll be frank with you (Y/N). I know that both you and Jin lied to me last night. I just want you to know that you ought to be careful when playing in my wicked games…who will win I wonder?”

You feel your breathing become heavier as he sighs into the phone. "Be very careful baby girl. You shouldn't be messing with the wrong kind of people. It will be a shame if something bad was to happen to you. We wouldn't want you getting hurt now do we?"

You hang up abruptly. Your chest contorting painfully as become overcome with emotion. Jin is the first person to break the silence by clearing his throat. "So…you and Jungkook really did hook up last night?" You exhale quietly, in a pathetic attempt to calm your nerves before glancing at him gloomily.

"Yes, Jin…We hooked up."

The silence returns as Jin averts his gaze back on the road. You watch him silently as he presses his lips tightly together face looking like he was deep in thought. His index fingers tap lightly on the steering wheel as he puckers his lips. You knew that familiar cheeky expression on his face.

“So…” He starts glancing back at you with a not so discrete smirk forming on his handsome face. ��Was he good at least?”

"KIM SEOKJIN!"

You have never felt so physically and mentally exhausted as you enter your home, nearly dropping dead asleep on the hard floor. First, you had endured everything that has happened with Jungkook and then has to survive Jin's teasing the whole drive home. You slept for a solid 3 hours before you were stirred awake from the ringing coming off your phone. You groan as you groggily search for your phone by tapping on your bed with your eyes closed. Once you made contact with it, you answered it without even bothering to look at the caller id. “Hello?” You sleepily respond, getting agitated by the silence coming from the other end.

“Hello-“

“Open your front door, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widened at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. Your whole body jolting forward now fully awake. “Jungkook-“

You were interrupted by the sound of beeping. He had hung up on you. You grew tense as you debated whether or not to open your front door or contact someone for help. There was a subtle knock on the door which made you flinch in fear. You quietly crawled out of bed, rushing to your side table, opening the top drawer to grab your handgun which was fully loaded. You were trained for these sort of events. You crept towards your front door, holding your pistol in both hands. You were silently baffled by the absence of a shadow outside your front door. Your heart races as you felt the adrenaline kick in. Your grips on the door handle it tight and you say a quick prayer before swinging the door open and pointing your gun to nothing. You stood there with your hands trembling as you scan your surroundings completely bewildered at no one being in sight. You keep your gun in your hands as you step forward eyes landing on a single package in front of you. You peer at the package with suspicion as you read the note stuck on the front.

“I hope you like your new shirt baby girl. I had to get you only the finest of quality. Think of me.”

- Jeon Jungkook

The call with Jungkook leaves you feeling scared and exhausted. Only he could play with your emotions as much as he did. He even had the nerve to write ‘Think of me,’ at the end as if you weren’t thinking about him enough already. One minute he was making you drown in pleasure the next minute he leaves you sobbing in fear on your cold bathroom floor. Only a few hours after you got home a package came from Jungkook with a brand new designer dress shirt in your exact size. The shirt is branded and is something that you have never ever imagined yourself owning. Not only did he have your number, he knew where you lived as well. How he got his hands on this information makes you terrified.

“What the fuck are you playing at Jeon Jungkook?”

After the package came you decide to call Jin and let him know of the events that have happened tonight. Jin was apologetic, to say the least after informing you that he was at the hospital with his girlfriend who was experiencing immense pain in her abdomen and couldn't stay the night with you. You felt your heart race as you told him it was fine and that you were fine when you really weren't. Hanging up the phone you open your laptop instead, reading through every one of Jungkook's suspected murder cases. You felt a panic attack start to happen as you felt emotionally wrecked. The gruesome details of what he has done to his victims has you feeling nauseous. You weren't as terrified of the thought of Jungkook harming you as terrified as you were at the thought of yourself having some deep feelings for him. You almost felt emotionally attached to him and in a way, you haven't felt towards anyone else before.

"Am I spending the night?" You ask cautiously and Jungkook's rested eyes fluttered open quickly after those words leave your lips. "Yeah. I don't want you going anywhere."

Thoughts of Jungkook comes to you in waves as you retrace the places Jungkook kissed and caressed on your body. You are almost breathless as run your needy fingers over the parts of your body that showed attention which was almost every part of your body. You felt a familiar heat rush to your core and you tried your hardest to resist touching yourself at the thought of him pleasuring you. You exhale in shakily as you slide your fingers inside your shorts. Right before you could circle your clit there was a slight knock to at your door. You are startled when a knock at your door pulls you of your thoughts. You quickly remove your hand that was inside your shorts. Your thoughts become clouded as you swing your legs over the side of your bed. Your feet padded on the ground quietly as you make your way to the front door. It could be Jin and (B/F/N) but as your hand makes contact with the door handle and you pause in your tracks. What if it was Jungkook?

You are frantically rushing back to your room to grab your hand pistol when there is another knock at the door. Swallowing your fear you grasp onto your pistol with trembling hands. You hurriedly rush back to open the door, you point your gun at the persons face and you are wide-eyed at the sight of Jungkook standing leisurely at your front door wearing a suit. He is wearing an even fancier looking suit than last time, which looks absolutely dashing on him. He smirks when he sees your stern face. You almost falter at his gorgeous appearance. Your hands shaking at you point your gun at him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" You question him breathlessly and Jungkook chuckles quietly. "I came to see you of course," Jungkook answers you with a laid-back demeanour, not even a little bit fazed by your gun is pointed at his face. "J-Jungkook…" You stammer as he steps forward. "You look just as inviting as the first night I met you," Jungkook says sighing quietly as his eyes roam your appearance. You weren’t wearing anything fancy. Just a t-shirt and a pair of comfortable short shorts that you wear to bed. You almost blush in embarrassment at how underdressed you were compared to his attire. "Absolutely gorgeous." You flush at his compliment your stern expression cracking as you falter under his intense gaze. "Leave here! Before I-I shoot you. I won’t hesitate to shoot." Your attempt at scaring him didn't seem to work as he chuckles again this time a little louder as he lunges towards you. You pull the trigger missing him as he lifts your hands above your head. Your eyes widen in shock at his speed. His hold on your arms begins to ache as he squeezes your flesh tightly.

"AH! Let go of me!" You cry out in pain as Jungkook walks you backwards, back into your home. He kicks your door close with his foot as he steps inside. Your hold on the gun becomes weak and Jungkook hits it out of your hands. You yelp in fear as you watch the handgun slide across your living room. "That's not how you greet someone baby girl." You struggle in his hold and Jungkook exhales in annoyance. "LET ME GO! YOU-YOU MURDER!" Your words make Jungkook heart twinge in pain and he glares at you with hooded eyes. His jaw tensing as he pushes you down onto your couch. "L-Let me go! Get off of me!" You screech, feeling warm tears slide down your cheeks. “Just leave me alone!”Jungkook's eyes widened at the sight of your tears, your face contorting in pain. His hold on your wrists loosens slightly as he stares at you dejectedly. "J-Jungkook…" You whisper as he moves his face closer to yours. You stare at him wide-eyed as the tears stop running down your face. "J-Jungkook what-" You watch his handsome face inch closer as the familiar smell of his cologne sets you surprisingly at ease. He shushes you and you watch him completely mesmerised as his thumb soothes the skin at your wrists that had a red mark on them from him squeezing your wrists too tightly.

"I'm sorry…" He whispers before pressing his lips to yours. It takes you a moment to realise that he was kissing you. You stop struggling altogether as you slowly close your eyes shut, completely immersing yourself into the kiss. His taste and the familiar sensation of his lips on your own has you seeing stars. You felt warmth rush to your heat and he deepens the kiss when he realises you weren't going to resist. He smiles against your lips and you feel your heart flutter at the action. When you both pull apart he peers at you with a surprising soft expression. You scan his face, taking in every single detail you possibly could and imprinting it into your mind. "(Y/N)…" The way he says your name makes you weak and you look up at him curiously. "Yes?" You whisper, unconsciously smiling as Jungkook intertwines his fingers with yours. He looks conflicted as he debates whether or not to continue with what he was about to say. You usher him on by tightening your hold on his hands. Jungkook looks down at you surprised by your actions and you force a small smile up at him in response.

"I-I think I'm in love with you." He confesses just above a whisper and you feel butterflies begin to form in your stomach as he presses another soft kiss to your temple. "I can't stop thinking about you…" He continues eyes taking in your appearance as you look up at him nervously. "I-I have done a lot of bad things in the past to both men and women. I know you know about everything that I have done and I am not mad at you for resenting me because of it…I thought about everything and I thought about you." His words make your eyes water as you let him continue quietly. "I-I love you. So I'm not going to hurt you…but I do need one favour from you." You raise an eyebrow at him confused by his words. Jungkook waits for you to respond and you ponder over his words feeling nervous over what that favour could be. "And what exactly would that favour be?" You ask trying your best not to stutter and he smiles down at you sorrowfully. His expression is similar to the one he was making when he was having a nightmare the night before and it was painful enough to make your heartbreak. "What is it Jungkook?" You ask quietly waiting patiently for him to respond. "I need you to be the one to kill me." Jungkook's words leave you speechless and you felt your heart constrict in your chest painfully. "W-What?" You ask praying that you heard him wrong.

"I don't see any other way around it (Y/N)…If I get caught by police I'll serve multiple life sentences, or get sentenced to death either way…I don't care if I die. I do not value my life but I value yours. I don't want you to lose your job and If I am going to die anyway I need you to be the one to kill me. Please (Y/N)…Kill me. Put me out of my misery. I don't want to hurt anymore."

You both stare at each other silently, you feel tears stream down your face as you untangle your hands from Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s eyes widen in shock and disappointment but that is quick to change as you wrap your arms around his neck instead. “Let’s just not talk about this right now…Just please kiss me Jungkook." You bring his face closer to yours and you passionately press your lips against his. His lips curl into a smile as he kisses you back with just as much passion. As you both continue to lip lock, your thoughts drift. Jungkook had everything. He was smart, good-looking, wealthy, practically good at everything he did and he even had lots of friends. Even people like him can be unhappy and that was a huge eye opener for you. You weren't the only one suffering, even people like Jungkook had their own fair share of problems. Pushing his past mistakes aside for the moment, all you wanted right now was the comfort and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him too. You despised yourself but it looks like Jungkook despised himself even more.

“Can I stay the night?” Jungkook whispers against your lips and you nod eagerly. “Please don’t go anywhere.” You whisper back before smiling up at him. “Stay with me.” Jungkook kisses you fervently, your tongues meeting and his hands run down your body. The familiarity of the situation makes you feel hot and anticipating eagerly for what’s to come. It was the same Jungkook just this time he was being more gentle. His hands slide up your shirt and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your bare breasts. “I want to put my arms around you. I want to hold you.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips as he kisses jaw and trails wet kisses down your neck. “Look at you. You look so pretty with my marks all over your body. Do you know you left scratches on my back too?” He smirks at the sight of the hickeys he left the night before. “Fuck…” Jungkook growls feeling his heart race as he retraces his steps and you want nothing more than to feel him buried inside you. “You left way too many marks, you idiot.” Jungkook chuckles sweetly and you grin down at him as he curls his fingers at the bottom of your shirt. “Lift your arms up beautiful.” You smile at his command and lift your hands up, so he could easily tug your shirt off your body. He groans at the sight of your naked chest. “I love everything about you.” Your nipples perky and breasts covered in his love bites. He is quick to latch onto your right nipple, his other hand grabbing and fondling with the other. You moan shamelessly loud as he gives the other the same attention. He is unfazed by your hands grabbing at his locks and he smirks against your chest. “Just like that baby. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

"Jungkook, please…I need you." Jungkook growls as he kisses his way to the waistband of your shorts. "F-Fuck… you're so fucking hot." He groans as he pulls both your shorts and panties off in one swift motion. You are laying there completely bare below him and his eyes filled with lust as you sit up to tug off his blazer and unbutton his white collared shirt. “What’s the rush sweetheart?” Jungkook chuckles at your eagerness and helps you unbutton his shirt. “I can’t be the only one naked.” You flush under his intense gaze and he shrugs everything off besides his tie. You unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper of his dress pants and he stands up momentarily to tug his pants and underwear off. Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick and long length. You still can’t get over his size. He winks at you teasingly before tugging his shoes and socks off his feet. You tug him back down onto you with a pull to his tie and he bites his lips at your sexy appearance and actions. You make him sit on the couch as you straddle him keenly. Jungkook lets you push him down and he grabs your hips.

“Fuck baby are you going to ride me?” Jungkook smirks as you look up at him through your lashes. Your fingers are wrapped with his tie as you align him to your entrance with your other free hand. Your wetness starts coating Jungkook’s length and Jungkook groans at the feeling. “Are you sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Jungkook asks stroking a hand over your thigh. Making goose bumps appear on the skin he caresses. The offer was so tempting but you were in desperate need of his cock stretching you out more than anything. “No. I just really want your cock.” You teasingly murmur, causing Jungkook to bite down hard onto his bottom lip.“Fuck, take my cock baby. It’s all yours.” You pressed together chest to chest and you feel your sensitive nipples make contact with his strong muscular chest. You both moan loudly as you sink down on him. You take a moment to adjust to his size. The stretch is incredible. Jungkook peers at you with lust filled eyes.

“S-Shit.” Jungkook huskily moans as your mouth hangs open. He bites onto your neck and you hold onto his shoulders tightly. "You are so fucking tight." He groans throwing his head back as he holds your hips. "And you're so fucking big." You moan as you start to bounce. Jungkook eggs you on by meeting your hips with his thrusts from below. You feel his length stretching you out deliciously and Jungkook loves the way your sucking him right back up. You continue riding him sensually and Jungkook moans as you tighten around him surprising fast. "F-Fuck you feel so good." Jungkook groans and you nod your head as he meets your thrusts. You gyrate your hips as he hits your spot every single time. You feel your orgasm approaching and he uses his thumb to rub at your clit. You shudder and tremble as you become overwhelmed in familiar pleasure. “Fuck Jungkook!” You cry out in pleasure as your orgasm hits you hard. He holds you steady as you began to quiver uncontrollably in pleasure. Jungkook feels himself chase his own orgasm at the sight of your orgasm and he growls before pulling his length out of you and releasing all over your stomach. You both pant against each other. Your gaze locked on each other. You feel emotions build up in your chest as the adoration you already felt for him starts to grow.

You sit on top of him as you catch your breath. You watch Jungkook's chest rise and fall as he breathlessly chuckles. You smile down at him chuckling with him. Your hand still wrapped in his tie. Jungkook's grip on either side of your hips loosens as he watches you with hooded eyes. "I'm not gonna lie…" You say kissing Jungkook softly on his swollen lips. "I'm kind of liking this wicked game of yours. Even if it does end up killing me."

✎ to be continued ...

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