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planetsano · 3 years ago

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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 <𝟑 !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — how they punish their bimbo/airhead girlfriend, (featuring himbo kazutora) !

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 🔞, punishments, established relationships, gun play, clit spanking, boot humping & licking, neglection, cumplay, cock cage, creampie, pet play, collar and leash, making you walk on all fours, humiliation !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — mikey, sanzu, draken, kazutora, hanma, haitani brothers !

## 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 !

Mikey just.. needs you to shut the fuck up. He loves ya, but fuck he can’t deal with hearing you whine and babble about things he couldn’t give less of a fuck about. God, he doesn’t want to hear about your acrylic nails, he doesn’t care about your new outfit, and he most certainly doesn’t want to hear you bitch about how he’s not paying enough attention to you. He’s a busy man— the leader of Tokyo’s most infamous street gang. He just doesn’t have the time or will to be with you 24 hours, 7 days of week with you.

So, that’s why he’s past his limit when you start getting all teary eyed and pouty when he tells you he can’t take you for a joyride on his bike that night because he has an admin Bonten meeting to attend. Before you could even utter a whine about his rejection, Mikey has you on your knees. His cock isn’t even hard yet but he has your slippery and warm tongue swirling along his length until he’s fully erect. He outright pounds into your throat until your nails are digging into the skin of his thighs, almost drawing blood and your makeup is absolutely ruined. Lip gloss smeared, eyeliner running and falsie lashes hanging barely hanging onto your lash line.

Mikey tells you to hold your tongue out and you do as you’re told but you’re sure to give him the brattiest eyes as you muster as you look up at him. He notices the sour look, trust and believe he does. That’s why the small smile that’s ghosting over his lips as he jerks his load onto your tongue is terrifying. His meeting starts in about 10 minutes and just for that pissy look you gave him, you get to tag along! So fun, right? But the catch is you have to hold his entire load in your mouth for the duration of the meeting. Bonten meetings could last up to an hour or more depending on current affairs. That's why Mikey could excuse the tears running down the apples of your cheeks this time as your face burned in humiliation. He would probably be snotty too if he was in your shoes.

You sat so pretty on Mikey’s lap during the gathering, completely silent and docile as the gang members spoke business. It was a bit odd seeing your sheepish demeanor because you’re usually bouncing around the room from lap to lap distracting members from the topic of discussion at hand with your chat but today was different. The ending of the meeting couldn’t have come any slower, minutes felt like hours as you held your boyfriend’s cum in your mouth. He didn’t have the best diet with most of his “meals” consisting of either sweets or snacks, so his taste was a bit bitter.

After the meeting was over the rest of the admins filed out one by one, eventually only leaving you and Mikey sitting in silence until he spoke.

“Let me see.” He says, dark and soulless eyes boring into yours. You part your lips, showing him the translucent white cream sitting warm in your mouth. His slender hand cups your cheeks causing your lips to pout and a small trickle of his seed to dribble down your chin.

“Swallow.” Mikey watches your lips purse as you swallow the wad in your mouth. Maybe you’ll learn how to keep your pretty little mouth shut when he tells you that he’s busy. If not, he doesn’t have a problem with filling your mouth again. Only next time you’ll hold it for longer. He was being nice this time around.

## 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 !

You should have known better than to get all cozy with Rindo during dinner but in your defense— Rindo called you pretty and he said he liked your dress! It was a brand new number from a little boutique on the upper end of Shibuya that made the garment of the softest silk and hand stitched lace detailing. Of course you were going to giggle and blush at Rindo’s words— the two glasses of wine in your system didn’t help you out either.

The color complimented your skin tone so well, even sitting in the low lighting of an expensive restaurant that you couldn’t even pronounce the name of. You loved Sanzu but you always hated coming to Bonten gatherings, you never understood what they were talking about. Maybe that’s why he brought you along, you were just a nice little trinket to their operation.

The dress barely clinging onto your body went for a pretty penny too. You’d think you would understand Sanzu’s frustrations especially if he was the one who paid for it earlier that day because you were whining about how you didn’t have anything nice to wear for the dinner. Now fast forward to the dinner and you’re giggling and whispering with his colleague with his fucking dress on? You’re so disrespectful. You know, all Sanzu wanted to do was have a nice, quiet dinner with his girl and his fellow Bonten members but he can’t even have that. It took one last whisper and a flirty touch to Rindo’s bicep for Sanzu to stand from his seat and politely excuse you both from the table.

You don’t question him, instead you excuse yourself from all the handsome men sitting around the table and follow Sanzu with your hand in his. The gentle clicking of your heels was slightly rushed as you followed Sanzu through the restaurant trying to match his pace. Your gentle cries of his name were ignored and only then did you realize that you may have been in trouble. It didn’t take long for you both to end up in the back alley of the restaurant with your thong balled up in his hand and your pussy rubbing against the Christian Louboutin dress shoes he wore on his feet.

You move your cunt fervently against his shoe, wrapping your arms around his leg in a tight hug while you sobbed out apologies. You’re not even sure if he can understand what you’re saying through your hiccups and sniffles but it doesn’t stop your babbling. He’s looking at the watch on his wrist too, he gave you exactly 5 minutes to cum or else he’d pull the trigger to the silver gun being pointed at your head. Why 5 minutes? Because that’s how long he had to sit and watch you flirt with Rindo.

You successfully make time! Congratulations! Sure your knees are all scraped and irritated but you’ve proven yourself to him! Come on and stop your crying because now you have to clean up your mess. Did you think that was the end of your punishment? Go ahead, lick his shoes clean. They weren’t cheap. Then you’re going to take your little ass back into that restaurant, makeup running, bruised knees and all and act like nothing happened.

## 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 !

Draken knows how to hit you where it hurts the most and that’s what makes his punishments absolutely unbearable. He knows you’re like Tinkerbell, if you don’t get enough attention, well, you’d just die. And dying is exactly what it feels like when he ignores you. So what if you’re being a little dramatic? Your heart just couldn’t handle your handsome, 6 foot something, ex gang banger boyfriend not paying attention to you. No kisses? No hugs? Him not telling you that you look pretty? You couldn’t take it!

He’s been at this the entire day all because you were being a little bratty.. Okay, maybe you were being a pain in the ass but did that warrant being completely ignored? Well, you didn’t think so at least. Honestly, you should know by now that Draken has zero tolerance for brats. He’s quick to shut it down and have you crying for his forgiveness and apologizing for being so stupid. But that’s only been in recent times. He's tried spanks. Those didn’t work, you enjoyed them too much. He’s tried fucking you to the point of overstimulation, that didn’t work either. Draken’s even tried the opposite approach too by not letting you cum at all. Of course, that strategy failed because you’d just end up cumming anyway. He struck gold with outright neglect though.

All your attempts to win back his love and affection have crashed and burned. Pawing at his chest, trying to slip your hand into his larger one, whining his name, trying to steal kisses from his lips. None of it worked and it left you at your wits end. That’s how you ended up on your knees in your boyfriend’s mechanic shop with his cock in your mouth. You didn’t even give him time to process what you were doing before you were pawing at his cock through his uniform. You were desperate, okay? The final straw was him brushing you off for the Nth time that day. The worst part about it all was that even with you slobbering all over his cock, he still acted as if you didn’t exist and fuck, did you cry.

“K-Ken, please talk to me!” You’re a snotty mess as your hand jerks his cock in a sloppy manner. You’re not really worried about a set rhythm or pace, the only thing you’re worried about is getting him to acknowledge you.

“‘M really sorry, okay? Won’t be mean anymore!” Your lipstick is smeared, staining only the corners of your mouth but his dick too. Draken’s hand is soon on the back of your head to guide you back down on his cock. He doesn’t give you a warning before he’s stuffing your throat with his seed. You’re not even upset, how can you be? At least he came, you know? So you were making him feel good! You pull yourself from his dick and look up at him with the dopiest smile, cum seeping from the corners of his mouth as you swallow his load. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes twinkling as he finally looks down at you.

“Are ya still mad at me, Dre?” You ask with fists balling up his pants. He only opts to pat your head and that’s more than enough for you.

## 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 !

Kazutora is a Tinkerbell himself. Always following you around like a lost puppy and so giddy when you give him the tiniest bit of affection. Even if it is just eye contact followed by a sweet smile, he’s fucking swooning. He’s so sweet but sometimes he gets too ahead of himself. Can you blame him though? He just loves you so much, he can’t help that he has attachment issues.

Kazu is a bit of a.. Pervert. When he thinks he’s alone he’ll sniff your panties and use them to rub all over his pathetically sensitive cock. It’s kind of cute though, seeing him with his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles while his hips buck into his hand while your panties are stuffed under his nose. It's endearing but these days he’s gone as far as to touch you while you’re asleep. Oftentimes you’ll wake up and your panties are off and his mouth is lapping at your clit and making out with your pussy. Other nights you’ll wake up to him rutting into your slick cunt in a clumsy rhythm.

When you ask what he’s doing his answer is always the same: “I-I missed you, need you.” It’s so easy for your baby tiger to pull at your heartstrings when his golden eyes locked onto yours but enough was enough. He needed to learn some self discipline, so you put a cock cage on him. Maybe that’s a little harsh but he needed to learn. Kazu is a little upset with you, sure.

“I’ll be.. I’ll be good! Just take it off, please..” You can see right through the tears pooling at his eyes and sniffles, he knows exactly what to do to get you to be all soft on him but you’re not falling for it this time and you’re certainly not ignoring how he’s pressing into your ass.

“Uh, uh, uh. You’re keeping it on until you know how to behave, sweetie.” You tut. “Now go set the table, I’m almost finished with dinner.” You say with a sweet smile as you stirred the pot of ramen. You heard Kazu whine and mumble something about you being “so mean to him.”

## 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 !

Honestly, Hanma doesn’t even remember what you did to piss him off, but he’s in a really shit mood when it happens and he snaps, much like how his pelvis is roughly snapping into your poor, little cunny. He’s got your thighs spread as far as they possibly could. Your clit isn’t even hidden past your folds anymore, it's on full display for Hanma’s lemon colored eyes zoning in on the cute little bud as he fucks you.

He’s not really worried about your pleasure right now, in fact, he hopes you don’t cum. It’s kind of hard to at the force of which he’s pounding into you. Every time his hips meet yours, his cockhead punches your cervix with little to no respect. As much as it is uncomfortable, the sensation is quite addictive. His cock hurts you so good and it coaxes you into an orgasm. He’s not happy about that but the way your walls clench around him makes him fill you up without warning.

Hanma’s furious at this point, pulling out of your pussy in a hurry to spread your pussy lips with his pointer finger and thumb. He holds you open with his “SIN” hand and uses his “PUNISHMENT” hand to leave harsh slaps directly onto your clit, the filthiest and harshest degradation spewing from his lips through his spanks.

But it doesn’t stop there. He makes you walk around for the rest of the day with no panties, his load of cum seeping out of you. Those short skirts you like to wear much are so pretty but are essentially just an accessory around your waist providing zero protection throughout the day. Uncomfortable and embarrassed are the only things you feel as you stand in front of Hanma’s friends with his cum leaking down your legs. He pulls you into a nearby bathroom and bends you over the sink.

“You’re a fucking mess.” His deep voice is so harsh and condescending. You look up slowly into the mirror, your eyes locking onto his own through the reflection. You look pitiful looking at him through your lash extensions and your glossy pout.

“Shuji, please. Can I clean up? ‘M all sticky.” You whine. “‘M sorry.”

“You sound ungrateful.” He quips back.

“No! Nono! ‘M just-” You become frustrated much to his enjoyment. “You know what I mean!” Your little heeled foot stomps the ground. Hanma is an asshole but he’s still got a soft spot for you. He can’t even remember what you did, but he’s figured you endured enough.

“Shh, shh.” He coos, a wicked smirk growing on his lips. “I’ll clean you up, don’t gotta get all snappy with me.” Hanma teases.

## 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒 !

Ran being the older of the two tended to be more harsh with his punishments. He was another one that has a zero tolerance for bratiness. That means no back talk, no breaking rules and no attitudes. You had a bit of an attitude problem when it came to Ran usually and it fed into back talk. He usually just opts for making you cock warm him but instead of your pussy, he uses your mouth. Ran doesn’t care if your knees hurt or if your jaw is getting tired, boohoo, you should have thought twice about being a brat. He’ll make you cock warm as long as he sees fit and sometimes he’ll last up to an hour before he’s lazily fucking your mouth and spilling his thick seed onto your tongue.

Rindo is more lenient with you. He’s the brother you can bat your lashes at and he'll give you what you want. You definitely know how to work your way around him. A little perfume, some lip glosses and sitting on his lap will almost always end in your favor. But the thing with Rindo is, when he says “no” he means it and it should be left at that. Don’t push it because when you do you end up over his lap with your frilly panties around your ankles, dress pushed up while his hand comes into contact with the sensitive skin on your ass. He’s not holding his hits either, it’s far from pleasurable. Sometimes when he’s feeling extra mean Rindo will use a whip. One of those long stick ones. It always leaves your ass angry and stinging with tears running down your cheeks as you whine about how you can’t even sit down. Rindo doesn’t care if you were wondering.

There’s pros and cons for having both men as your partners. An obvious pro being you get two handsome men and twice the attention and affection. But, you never really thought about what would happen if you pissed the both of them off at the same time. Nothing good could come from it, and it doesn’t.

They both had a particular liking to humiliation and utilized it in your punishments. They call you their “little kitty cat” and that’s really cute until you’re wearing an uncomfortable collar and a leash that they tug on harshly in public. They make you crawl on your hands and knees because “kitties don’t walk like humans.” It’s absolutely humiliating when they take you to a Bonten meeting solely for the purpose of you being seen while you endure your punishment. You’re not allowed to sit at the table either, you’re on the floor at their feet where they say you belong.

You know it’s supposed to be a punishment and you’re not supposed to be enjoying it but you can’t help but to feel the heat between your legs as you look up at the men towering over you. Maybe you’d keep that to yourself for a little while longer.

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femdomlieeh · 3 years ago

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Cheek (m)

Bratty sub!Mingi ✧ Dom!F!Reader

WC—5.4 ✧ k

WARNING—69 ✧ oral sex ✧ face-sitting ✧ begging ✧ teasing ✧ stripping ✧ praise ✧ minnie being the cutest fkn boy out there ✧ light degradation ✧ light hair pulling ✧ competition (Woosan) ✧ mommy kink (mami) ✧ baby boy kink

THEMES—smut ✧ fluff ✧ relationship au ✧ jealousy

NOW PLAYING—Deja Vu ✧ ATEEZ

[A/N.] first shit i ever posted on wp lmao

not edited so kinda messy ngl

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For a very long time I'd known that femdom is my cup of tea. Something else I'd known for a long time was that the thought of my boyfriend, Mingi, calling me Mami is one of the main factors of my wet dreams.

As I was driving the car home from a date, the only thing on my mind was how sexy he looked when he put his head on my lap in front of everyone in the café when he saw the waiter eyeing him up and down as an act of showing that he belongs to me.

I wanted him.

But I didn't just want him.

I wanted him in a way I'd never had him before.

I wanted him to call me Mami.

He liked it when I called him Babyboy so it shouldn't be too weird to call me Mami. Right?

I blurted out what I had wanted to say for too long: "I have a mommy kink."

He turned his head to me and looked at me, grinning as if I were joking. After a few seconds of not getting a similar reaction back his mouth gaped out of shock.

"Or to be more specific, I like being called Mami," I said in an attempt to get him out of his trance.

When he'd done enough thinking, which was five long seconds, he replied in the brattiest voice ever, "You're not my mother."

Of course it hurt that we weren't into the same kink...but all relationships have their flaws. At least we had femdom in common.

If he were dominant there'd be a problem.

And he didn't leave me for it, nor did he act weird around me.

But something that changed was that he got bratty.

He started using my kink against me! Like when I would accidentally walk into a table or drop my plate of precious food, he'd sarcastically say "Good job, Mami," and start applauding.

He'd always been my good boy so I wasn't sure how to react at first, but soon turned to punishments.

He liked it.

He liked it a lot.

He turned into a bad boy, but at least we found more common kinks that way. Mommy still wasn't one of them and that would always be in the back of my mind.

As long as I pleased him I was pleased. It didn't matter if he called me Mami or not.

___'s pov

"How does it feel?" I ask him enthusiastically.

"I'm excited since you've told me so many stories about them and it's a bigger step in our relationship," he says with a small, shaking voice.

He's nervous.

Knocking is heard from the entrance door of the apartment, which signals that they've arrived. Thus I move my feet towards the large door and open it, revealing the three people we've been expecting.

"San, you're even cuter than before!" I squeal out when I notice that his hair color is different from the last time I saw him, lilac and blue.

Last time I saw him he had bleached hair, but I'm assuming that was just to prepare for the ocean blue.

He throws himself at me in a needy hug and whines out "___-ie, I've missed you sooo much."

San is a very touchy person and that's one of his best traits - according to me - but it can be a less good one in a situation where you're in a relationship and your partner isn't aware that the guy acts like that around all his best friends.

Therefore Mingi stands there awkwardly and breathes quicker at the view of a stranger, who is an attractive boy, latch onto his girlfriend.

Suddenly I can hear San sniffling, which is weird until I hear him utter "I missed your smell! You smell like something I can't describe: like memories, like home, like ___."

I squeeze my arms extra hard for a moment just to be a little more dramatic when I state that I missed him more.

Letting go of him, I turn my gaze to behind him and go in for another awaited hug.

"Wooyoung!" I say with a big smile on my face when I see his eye-smile.

"___! Missed you," he says with a muffled voice from him burying his face in my neck.

He usually is louder and more jumpy, but he's very shy around new people.

My boyfriend turns his gaze to the ground, finding his feet more interesting than the scene in front of him.

I repeat the same process and pull away from the hug to go to the next person.

When I turn to the last friend I immediately get tackled into a hug.

"Why didn't you bring me in your suitcase?" Lisa whines.

"I missed you too," I say with a pout of guilt as I look down at her.

"If you missed me you would've brought me with you!" she fake wails as if it's my fault that's it's illegal to bring a human inside a suitcase.

"ANYWAY, meet my boyfriend! Mingi, meet San, Wooyoung and Lisa," I ignore her plaints and drag Mingi to my side so their attention's on him.

"H-Hi..." he stammers with insecurity as visible as a melon in a pumpkin patch.

"Hello," the oldest boy says loudly as he reaches out to shake his hand.

The tense boy next to me takes the other's hand and shakes it, probably wetting it with sweat.

"___-ie has told us a lot about you," Wooyoung says with a friendly smile.

"Why did you steal ___-ie from us?" the remaining girl asks as she crosses her arms, with an angry look.

"I-" my boyfriend tries to form a sentence and looks at me when he fails.

"I was just joking," she says with a smile this time and winks playfully.

He smiles a little as he gets calmer.

"I was kidding on the square," she says quietly for herself.

MG's pov.

"Now I understand why she got with you! Like, you're cool, bro," Lisa laughs and high-fives me while I'm blushing slightly with pride because of the compliment, but also at the mention of my lover.

During the past hours me and my girlfriend's best friends have bonded and I'm now comfortable enough to hang out with the three of them without her.

But being one hour without her gets very boring since she's the funniest person ever, but we have to wait because she's cooking food and we don't want to eat burnt chicken nuggets.

"How does the TV work?" San asks me, since it's my TV.

We're in my apartment since ___ didn't want me to be able to escape, in case I got embarrassed around her friends — which I'd very likely do after 10 minutes at her place. She describes me as an antisocial cutie.

"I don't know," I reply, feeling a little dumb for not knowing how to use my own TV. But in my defence I only use the TV when me and her watch Netflix together.

"Forget what I said about you being cool before," Lisa says, obviously joking...I think.

"___-ie!" Wooyoung calls out.

"No," she replies monotonously from the kitchen.

"PLEASEEE, WE NEED YOUR HELP, MAMI," the oldest out of the male guests yells with a nice tone.

That action got me in a state of shock for a few seconds.

Why did he call her Mami?

Soon she shows up and asks tiredly "What do you want help with?"

Slowly a bad feeling creeps inside me.

She's not afraid to say what she wants, so why doesn't she tell him off? Why am I thinking this? It's not as if it matters or anything. She should at least raise her voice a little, right? But why does she need to do that if it doesn't matter? Wait... What if he's her other baby boy?!

By the time I stop thinking, she's already helped with the TV and Wooyoung is looking through Netflix.

"Can you please get me a blanket, Mamiii?" the devil on Earth, also known as San, asks my girlfriend with a cute voice on purpose and makes grabby hands at her.

Bitch.

I look at her, expecting something I'm not sure of...

...And then she's gone.

Yes! She just left him hanging! Fuck ye-

My thoughts get interrupted when I see her...

...with a fluffy, red blanket in her hand.

"Thanks, Mamiii," he exaggerates the title once again, making my face turn red in anger.

"Don't interrupt me again, folks, or else you'll eat air," she warned before she went back to cooking the food that might or might not be ruined already.

I try to act like nothing happened when Wooyoung put on RuPaul's Drag Race.

But it's very hard.

My thoughts keep racing so I decide that I should confront that shitbag.

"Why did you call her Mami?" I ask bluntly, not caring about sounding rude.

"___? Oh, well, I always do that when I want her to do me-"

I clench my fists. This fucker-

"-a favour and it works! She loves being called that so," he explains with no regret or guilt in his voice.

"But you prolly know that already..." the short girl says and winks at me.

I-

"We also say it when she's being protective of us and acting like a mom," Wooyoung suddenly adds, making me even more shocked.

"Which is, like, all the time."

He calls her Mami too! Wooyoung?! I thought he was the most innocent out of them...

For the rest of the night I am in a bad mood. I don't like it when they call my girlfriend Mami

✧✧✧

Mingi's been ignoring me for the past days and I don't know why. But I do know that I hate it. He's usually very affectionate, so it feels weird in a very bad way when he isn't.

Thank God, he replied to one of my texts. It was the one where I asked if we could meet up. He responded, saying he wanted to meet up at his place.

I didn't know what to expect so I put on a nice outfit, which consists of a skirt with a zipper that goes all the way down to the edge and an oversized T-shirt. My make up was done by Lisa since she's talented and I really want to look good since I miss my baby. She also drove me there since I was hoping that I'd spend the night.

And that's how I ended up in front of this familiar door.

I knock gently, waiting for him to open it. If we weren't having problems right now I'd just open the door without knocking nor waiting for him to open the door, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do that anymore...

Hearing no footsteps concerns me. Is he gonna ignore my existence this way too...?

When I realize that he might've not heard me I just go for the door handle and walk in.

"Mingi?" I say out loud, waiting for him to show up.

With no response this time I get a little worried.

"Minnie? Baby?" I call out his nicknames, hoping it'll show him I came to solve our problems, not argue.

"Here," I hear his beautiful deep voice coming from the living room.

After I hang up my jacket and take off my shoes I slowly follow his voice.

Walking into the living room I didn't expect to see the sight I'm met by.

There he is. My boyfriend, Mingi, laying on his stomach on the L-shaped sofa, facing the TV...

Naked.

Plump butt, godly thighs, muscular back, honey smooth and colored skin...all on display for me.

Confused about why he's naked when we were supposed to talk, I ask him with a light tone "What happened? Why are you...naked?"

He turns his face to me, putting his cheek on the armrest of the sofa and whines with a pout, "I hurt myself!"

My protective nature kicks in and I get worried and ask him where he hurt himself.

He turns around onto his back exposing yet another surprise.

That surprise being his throbbing, red dick up in the air.

He whines out louder "I walked into a table."

The view of my boyfriend laying naked with a red, untouched hard-on and pout for the most innocent reason is one of the sexiest things I've seen in my whole life...and is also making me unconsciously clench.

I'm not sure what to say since I wasn't expecting to see him in this state, so I stay quiet.

If I was shocked before, I'm speechless when I hear the next sentence coming from his delicate lips...

"Can you kiss it better? Please, Mami, it really hurts so, so much," he asks, still with the pout as if he's an innocent church-boy and not a kinky masochist.

For some people this might sound like just a very kinky sentence, but for me it sounds like the gates to the heaven of sins have opened.

This flips me from worried-about-our-relationship mode to sexy mode.

I don't need to give him an answer, I simply walk over and look down at him.

"My safeword is disco. What's your safeword?"

"Disco too," he answered.

He feels small and submissive compared to my height and powerful aura.

Crouching down to the same level as his cock, I look at him and see him staring at me while breathing audibly. Smirking, I bring my face closer to his member and stop a few centimeters away from it.

"Where exactly did you hurt yourself, Minnie?" I ask him teasingly, making him groan.

"Everywhere, Mami. Everywhere. Kiss me everywhere, please," he begs, though he's sexually frustrated he keeps the cute tone.

"Please, Ma-" I interrupt him from his begging by squeezing his cock lightly.

He wants to be a good boy for me, punishment not even being on his mind.

Turning my gaze to him I can see his eyes glistening with curiosity, mouth slightly agape from where his sentence stopped, and hear his breathing growing a little louder at the unexpected touch. His dick is warm and pulsing from the resistment he's been surviving the past minutes...or hours.

I place a small kiss on his tip and hear a small, flustered whine escape his mouth.

He must've denied himself for a long time before I arrived if he's this sensitive.

"Waited for me instead of touching yourself? What a good boy you are," I say proudly before I start placing light kisses all over his dick, making it, if possible, even redder than before.

"I'm Mami's good boy," he barely lets out, having a hard time speaking. He wants to be claimed by me. He wants me to know that he's dedicating himself to me. He wants me to know that the only one he could see himself with is me.

The kisses are light yet full of power. They are so small yet they make him high on ecstasy.

With satisfaction visible in my eyes I start nibbling slightly, making him groan louder and instinctively close his eyes.

After a few seconds he opens them again and asks for another request "Mami, can you sit on my face?"

He wants to please me too. My baby isn't completely selfish.

"I don't want you to sit on the carpet," he says in the same made up innocent voice he's been using during the whole not-so-innocent evening.

"Why not?" I ask him, to get on his nerves a little bit more than I already have.

"Your knees will get red. The carpet's so uncomfortable. A-And you told me my cheeks are the softest cheeks in the world so you should sit here, Mami," he argues cutely and points at his face, showing me where I should sit.

How can he look so innocent in a moment that's everything but that?

"My Babyboy," I say and kiss his button nose, making him flash his beautiful smile.

I want to sit there, until I remember the fact that he ignored me for these past two days. So I decide that teasing him is what he deserves. Therefore I stand up and sit...

...on his chest, not his face.

Close yet far.

Hearing him complaining behind me motivates me to start sucking him, that'll maybe shut him up.

But no.

It doesn't.

Instead he lets out more moans, showing that I'm pleasing him is also his way of trying to make me wetter since he knows my weakness is his pleasure.

I twirl my tongue around the tip and get a high-pitched moan in return.

I love it.

His tip is his most sensitive part and he doesn't know if he should be happy or complaining that I know it.

With a smile I suck the tip harder and the moans leaving his mouth go straight to my core.

When I start sucking harder, he brings his hands to my thighs and rubs them gently up and down. That's OK until his fingers find their way to the edge of my skirt, slowly and sneakily trying to pull it up my legs.

"What are you doing?" I ask fast, sending vibrations that makes his dick twitch.

Grunts of pleasure is heard from the boy under me, yet he miraculously finds a way to talk.

"Mami, you smell so good. Can I taste? Pleaseee? I'm hungry, I haven't eaten for so long," he says in between low moans.

How can he care so much about my pleasure in a moment when he's so pleased?

"A good boy who asks so nicely deserves to be rewarded," I reply to his plead.

His face lights up at the thought of getting to please me; it's been his wish to do this for a while now.

It's usually me who gets to please him and not the other way around, but I've told him so many times that his pleasure is my pleasure.

With smooth hands he touches me from the ankles beside his head up to the thighs that are hidden under the material of my skirt. He enjoys it so much. Getting to feel my thighs under my skirt. It feels like he's doing something dangerous; being in contact with something nobody else can see, something no one else touches...

He feels like a bad boy.

Confidence and curiosity makes him tug the damned skirt and jerk it upwards until he can see the ivy blue panties with a big dark patch covering the entrance to paradise.

His Mami is wet for him.

I move my pussy further back until I can feel his hot breath on it through my panties. As soon as its arrives close enough to him, he happily puts the fabric to the side, so he can get to my wetness, and starts kissing it.

He kisses it smoothly and slowly, showing how much he appreciates it, since he rarely gets to do it this way.

Unlike him, I go rough.

Sucking his member harder and lower and hollowing my cheeks causes him to groan, sending wonderful vibrations to me.

He keeps whining and turning me on more so I start deepthroating my boy.

Because he earned it.

In return he chants my name sinfully and dives his silky tongue inside me, trying to retreat the sex drug I keep giving him.

Though it makes me gag, I go deeper.

Why?

Because his moans are so addicting. He has this specific type of moan that sounds like a mixture between a sad whine and a virgin getting fucked for the first time.

He licks deeper, though his moans are getting louder and making it harder for him to focus, he really wants me to cum first.

For a whole hour he's been trying to restrain himself from touching himself at the thought of what we were going to do tonight. He couldn't keep himself from thinking about it; it wasn't his fault that his girlfriend was the sexiest woman he's ever met and that the thought of pleasing her and showing her a new side of him was so hot!

The thought alone was enough to make his cock red.

But what we're doing together right now is nowhere near his fantasy...

This was way better than he ever could've dreamed of and he's really creative and has a huge imagination, which says a lot.

To actually experience this was so much harder.

He's been restricting himself from cumming since before my tongue met his sensitive skin. Here he is now, laying with the back of his head on the sofa and his face between my thighs, doing his best to send me over the edge.

Suddenly my skirt that was curled up on my thighs sinks down and barricades his head, not letting the cold oxygen from the room get in, which makes him even hotter. His hair is sticking to his forehead and his hands are cupping my ass, because he loves the thickness.

I can sense that he's on the verge of cumming and I want him to cum, he deserves it.

"Baby, cum for me," I say against his skin, blowing on it to make it cooler.

"Wanna wait for you, Mami," he moves his lips against me softly.

"But, Baby, you've been waiting for me for so long. You've been treating me like the queen I am. You deserve to cum," I encourage him.

"Do it, Babyboy. Your cum is my pleasure," I whisper against him and bite lightly.

All this praise is too much for him, he can't hold it in anymore so he finally lets go. The white liquid spurts out of him in strings and land on his abs. I lick it up and hear him groan tiredly.

Looking back I see that my skirt has surrounded him and I can't see his face when he licks me so I stand up.

With his tongue out in the air he looks disappointed and confused, "B-But, Mami...I-I didn't get my dessert."

I smirk at his cuteness and bring my hand to hold his cheek softly, "Be patient, Babyboy."

He's a little impatient now.

Or maybe that should be rephrased to desperate for my cum.

"You're gonna get it soon," I chuckle lightly at his eagerness.

When my hand leaves his cheek and my steps take me a few meters away from him, he gets confused again, but keeps quiet.

He's listening to his Mami.

I turn to him and watch his longing face as he lays there beautifully, looking like an angel, yet like a sinner.

Without breaking eye contact I drop my panties and his mouth opens more than before.

I'm putting a spell on him.

I'm like an enchantress, having power over his mind, body and soul.

He's like a puppet with the strings I have the control of...

...except he's aware of it.

And he loves it.

Walking over to him with my mighty aura makes him gulp, he has no idea of what I have in store.

But he really wants to see me drop more garments.

This time I sit on his chest with my front facing him, making him gulp again with anticipation and look down...

"I just wanted to see your pretty face when I ride it," I say innocently, looking at him and witnessing him getting redder.

He lifts his gaze to my face and locks eyes with me when I suddenly knot my oversized shirt, since I don't want it to cover his handsome face like the skirt did. This exposes my abdomen, which makes him even more excited.

"Show me! Show me, Mami," he begs with his needy voice.

"Let's see if your tongue is worth it, Baby," I reply, making him feel small, but determined at the same time.

There's no chance he's not witnessing a strip tease and my golden body.

He goes back to kissing my folds, keeping our eyes locked, wanting to see my reaction to everything he does.

He explores my body and desires, since he usually doesn't get the opportunity.

I love it.

When he's being affectionate and can make sex romantic by showing he loves and appreciates my body.

Soon he starts using his tongue, stimulating me, but I stay silent with a straight face, showing that this isn't the best trick out there. When his face falls a little, I start touching his hair to get it out of his face while still looking at him to motivate him.

He licks between my folds and a stray groan escapes my mouth. That's a clue to keep it going, which he catches, making more groans leave me.

I grind on his face which forms a confident smile on it, making him go deeper and damn that feels great.

This is oddly good for being his first time eating me out.

A surprised moan escapes my lips when his tongue accidentally comes in contact with my clit.

He notices it, he's been keeping track of what makes my body react and what doesn't. When he realizes that the clit is one of the g-spots on the female body, he mentally slaps himself for not thinking of that.

Kisses are peppered on my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shivers down my spine that makes me arch my back.

Smiling at my reaction, he starts licking it, leaving either a suck or a kiss after every lick.

He's going crazy down there.

Is he on ecstacy?

He doesn't do drugs of any kind.

Is he getting paid?

There's no amount of money that can make up for this kind of treatment.

No, he's simply aware of my worth.

"Good boy," I praise him and watch as his smile grows even bigger when I zip down my skirt and toss it away in a random corner of the room.

He puts his hands on my knees, that are on each side of his head, in an innocent matter...until he moves them up my thighs and stops at my ass, kneading each stretch marked cheek in each hand.

"Hey! No touchy-tou-" I get interrupted by my lover's magic hands pushing me into his face deeper and make me moan louder than before.

With loud moans escaping my mouth uncontrollably I grab a fistful of his wet hair. He likes it, it's rough and shows that I fucking love what he's doing.

"So desperate to see Mami naked?" I ask him as teasingly as possible when I'm grunting.

He responds by vibrating mhm repeatedly against my clit, making me pull his hair harder.

As I grab the edges of my shirt, I see his eyes full of lust. When I pull it up and throw it away he gets disappointed.

I'm wearing a lace bralette.

A wine red one because fuck matching underwear.

He wants to see more.

But he still thinks I'm sexy and purrs against me.

With the desire to make me cum and show my all for him, he puts his cute lips on my clit and suckles the harshest he can.

His craziness down there makes me scream out loud, "Good, Babyboy. Make Mami proud."

As he keeps on pleasuring me, I decide he should get something back.

He has earned it.

The sound of me unclipping my bra makes his doe eyes twinkle with penchant.

He takes one of his hands away from my butt and puts two fingers inside me to pleasure me even further to the edge.

The other hand he brings up to cup my right boob with.

I'm on the verge of cumming.

He notices and starts pinching my nipple.

Fuck.

How does he already know what he's doing?

I can't hold it anymore and release my juice.

Looking down below me I'm met by his face of accomplishment and pride.

He licks everything up as if it, in fact, were dessert.

"Thank you, Mami," he says and breathes loudly.

I move away from him and lay back against the cushions.

"Don't leave me, Mami," he whines lightly at the lack of contact.

He moves towards me and puts his head between my boobs.

As he's laying and relaxing with his eyes closed, I play with his hair.

Maybe I went a little too rough on his cute hair...

I put on Netflix on the TV and look through shows to find something we can watch.

We've seen almost everything already.

But there's one show I never grow tired of: RuPaul's Drag Race.

I've seen all seasons but rewatching them is still entertaining.

He suddenly puts his chin up on my left tit to look at me and hurts me in the process.

"Ouch, that hurts, stop," I tell him.

He immediately moves his chin to the middle of my chest instead and apologizes "Sowy, Mami."

No praise makes him pout.

So he starts licking my left nipple lightly while pinching the other.

I take his chin between my fingers and bring him away from my skin and up to face me.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask seriously and look into his eyes.

"Doing what, Mami? You? Well, because I love you," he plays unaware.

"C'mon! Since when do you call me Mami, hm?" I ask, still keeping eye-contact.

He looks away.

"Look at me and tell me the truth," I demand him.

He sighs and prepares to admit it.

"I-I don't like it when San calls you Mami..."

"Baby, I've told you you're my baby boy. My only baby boy! Okey?" I tell him, sad that he's insecure.

"But you gave him the last taco and you LOVE food!" he argues with emphasis on love.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to change yourself so you can prove that you're better than other boys. You hear me? You're my only lover and I love you more than I love myself," I say and kiss his forehead.

He nods and looks down.

He's still insecure.

I sigh.

Ding! I get an idea.

I gently push him away from me and start walking towards the blankets.

Suddenly I hear the annoying radar ringtone that means someone's calling my phone.

I pick it up and see it's San. Why would he call me at this time?

"San? What's up?" I say tiredly.

"I'm eating waffles with chicken," I hear Wooyoung's voice mimicking San's.

Ohhhhhh, he's trying to prank me or something.

"I just called to say that I took your bra," he says very convincingly.

How long has he been practicing that voice?

"Why?"

"Because watching Drag Race has inspired me to become a drag queen, thank you. Have fun watching me win season 12," he says, still with his San-wannabe voice.

"Okey, Sannie. Byeee," I say and giggle at him.

"Wait, don't you want your bra ba-"

I end the phone call and grab the blanket to finally go back to my boyfriend.

With the soft blanket covering me I turn back to him on the sofa and am met by him crying.

I hurry and sit down next to him, "What's wrong?"

Through tears he says, "You don't wanna know."

That makes me confused and offended, "Why wouldn't I wanna know what's hurting my Baby?"

"Because I'm not your only baby and because I'm annoying with my feelings," he wails out.

"How many times do I have to explain you're my only one? And why would you think that your feelings are annoying, Baby?" I ask him, genuinely confused about where those thoughts came from.

He starts laughing hysterically.

Full of sarcasm.

"SanNIE," he tries to make his voice sound like yours.

"Here, get the last taco! Here get the taco between my legs while you're at it!"

"He's my friend since kindergart-"

Before I can finish my sentence he interrupts me with a cracking voice, "Right after I make love to you you go back to him!"

"Baby, I just went to bring a blanket and he randomly happened to call me," I say and dry his tears.

His eyes won't look into mine.

He's still upset.

"Why would he call you this late?"

"Because it was Wooyoung. He wanted to prank me so I guess San left his phone unprotected for once. But I pranked him back by acting like I believed him. That's why I said Sannie instead of his name."

"I still think he likes you!"

"Baby..." I smile widely.

"What?" he says, slightly annoyed at my expression.

"You do know they're in a relationship together, right? Or did I forget to mention that?"

✧ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

❝ Shoot it up, shoot it up 빨간 향기가 타올라 날 구속해 뭐가 있는지 수사할 게 ready 출발하면 뛰어 가빠지는 우리 racing ❞

( Shoot it up, shoot it up The scarlet scent burns up and restrains me Let me investigate what's in there ready Run when we get started, we become breathless racing )

—song mingi; 2021

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Adopting Bangtan 10

01, previous

One Thing For Certain, Two Things For Sure

It was Namjoon’s coughing fit that woke you up. He’s been insistent that he wasn’t sick all week, but you’ve watched him steadily progress from vaguely unwell to potentially sickly to certainly contagious over the course of three days. Still, Namjoon fancied himself a role model for his brothers and similar to Yoongi and Seokjin, didn’t like letting the others aware that he was less than 100%. Unfortunately, even as his guardian, you sometimes fall into the category of “the others” when it comes to your eldest children. Thankfully -- or perhaps not so thankfully -- it was falling into cold season, affectionately dubbed “Jungkook season” and you were stocked on cold medicines, cough drops, fever reducers, and vitamin juices. This would be your fourth winter taking care of children and you’ve learned by now that it was better to be prepared for the inevitable than to hope the kids kept their hands to themselves and stayed healthy through the winter. Or ever, for that matter.

“Namjoon,” you don’t have to work very hard to wake him, the coughing already did most of the job for you. “Drink.” Namjoon looked groggily at the cup you presented him and made a face. “Don’t care, drink,” you repeat, correctly interpreting the expression for resistance. “You will not be vomiting your lungs on my watch, now drink your medicine so you don’t choke on air.” You push the cup at him again and this time, Namjoon drinks it. He makes a face in disgust and you can’t blame him. Even you tended to resisted taking cold medicine for as long as you could. “Alright, kid, go back to sleep. I’ll check on you in the morning.”

Namjoon seemed better in the morning. He had some sniffles, and he drank more tea than he normally would in a week, but you couldn’t tell that he woke up in the middle of the night suffocating on air. Yet while you watched Namjoon for signs of discomfort and sickness, you noticed that Yoongi seemed pale and sluggish. He hadn’t complained, but your kid spent more time in bed than he did harassing Namjoon or Seokjin, and had been sending Jungkook and Jimin to go play by themselves. When you check in with him, he says he’s “just tired.” Yoongi doesn’t usually keep things like falling sick to himself. You trust him to tell you if there’s something wrong, but you keep an eye on him anyway.

It’s when Jimin begins complaining about a sore throat that you feel the first bit of distress. Namjoon being sick by himself was fine. Yoongi maybe-being sick was concerning, but still fine. Jimin being sick meant that Taehyung would be sick. Both Jimin and Taehyung being sick guaranteed Jungkook would be sick. And if Jungkook was sick, everyone else would be sick within a day.

“I’m dying!” Seokjin whined from his bed. He kicked off all of his blankets except for the sheet and the electric blanket he laid on. He was probably the brattiest of all of the kids when he was sick, and that’s including the whiny six-year-old. The teenager screamed his discomfort at every opportunity and you had half a mind to shut him in his room and ignore him for the rest of the day. You wouldn’t, of course, something in you still loved him for whatever reason, but that didn’t stop you from vocalizing the threat because he was too damn big and had an ego too big to pop anyway.

“You don’t even have a fever, Seokjin,” you told him, lightly smacking him in the face with the pillow you picked off the floor. “If you freeze to death it won’t be my fault.”

“Saem! I’m dying!”

“Okay. Die a little more quietly, please.”

“You aren’t going to fix it?” you had to admit to yourself, that Seokjin was a little adorable with his stuffed nose and puppy eyes, but you were over his dramatics.

“I have six more to replace you. I’ll be okay.”

“You won’t save hyung?” That cry came from Taehyung, your adorable agent of chaos. He lay in his bed beside a sleeping Jimin, watching your interaction with Seokjin. You sighed delicately, and crouched down to speak with him at eye level. You didn’t want him to mistake your exasperation at Seokjin with frustration at him. Your relationship with Taehyung and Jimin, the twins as you and the older boys have taken to calling them, is still fragile and you didn’t want to ruin any of the carefully built trust. Two months of work could go down the drain with a bit of bad word choice.

“No, Taetae, it’s just a joke,” you explained, affectionately pushing his hair from his face. Taehyung did have a bit of a fever, but not anything for you to be worried about yet. Idly, you made a mental note to adjust the way you teased Seokjin. The two of you have bickered for so long, with you threatening to kick him out and him being obnoxious because you won’t, that you forget how it can sound to others. “Jinnie-hyung knows I love him. I’ll rescue him from lions and dragons and even God if I have to.”

“And me too?” Taehyung asked. “And Jiminie?”

“And you and Jiminie and Kookie and Joonie and Yoonie and Hobie too. All of you.”

“You aren’t rescuing me from death!”

“Kim Seokjin,” you sigh, “you are fourteen years old. Please act mature for once in your life.”

“Who’s that? I don’t know her.”

You took a deep breath, and swallowed the sharp retort that very nearly had you going back on your silent promise. “How does soup sound, Taetae?” You say instead. “Think you and Jiminie and the others might want some soup for dinner?” Taehyung nodded, a sleepy pout on his face.

“Can I go to sleep first?”

“Sleep for as long as you want,” you rub his cheek with a thumb and watch the kid smile while he closes his eyes for a nap. You imagine he has to be missing his mother right now, but he hasn’t said a word to you, so you won’t bring it up either. There isn’t exactly a handbook for What To Do When You Adopt an Abandoned Kid, so you’re basically making it up as you go and hoping you aren’t contributing to any of these kids’ trauma. They seem alright most of the time, but you know from experience that even children are good at pretending they’re Fine™ when they aren’t.

“Seonsaengnim, I can get soup too?”

“Only if you make it yourself,” you answered Seokjin. You left him whining indignantly in bed.

With the three of them taken care of, you went across the hall to check on the rest of your kids. Unfortunately there isn’t any less whining here. Jungkook’s nose was stuffy like everyone else’s and his fever had him cranky and fussier than Seokjin. Hoseok wasn’t fairing much better, but he’s significantly less obnoxious than your eldest, so you let him make his noises and throw off his blankets. He took a fever reducer a few hours ago, and you know it works, it always does, but you feel the need to check his temperature for the umpteenth time.

“Can we get lunch?” Namjoon asked when you entered. He was reading, sitting on the bunk bed above Yoongi’s. He’s probably the most well-off out of everyone, no fever, barely any sniffles, just a small cough that you aren’t sure isn’t just a dry throat. On the other hand, you’re certain that Namjoon was the very first one sick (in spite of what he told you at the time) and is therefore the one who infected Jungkook, who infected everyone else.

That’s your story and you’re sticking to it.

“I think there’s some leftover chicken in the fridge from a few days ago,” You replied. “Can you go and shred that for me? I told Taetae I’ll make soup.”

“Sure,”

“Can you do it without stabbing yourself in the process?”

“That was one time!”

“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that.”

“And the time before that,” Yoongi mumbled.

Hoseok whined something unintelligible. He looked like a sad puppy in bed, and you felt bad that you couldn’t do more to fix it.

“Just be careful. Get Jin out of bed if you need to, he needs something constructive to do.”

“But I don’t want to listen to him complain at me,” Namjoon’s tone was just shy of petulant and you could feel the fraying ends of your patience tear just a little bit.

“I literally said, if you need to. If you can shred the chicken without hurting yourself, then do it. If not, then get Jin. That’s it.” You tried to speak calmly, but there was probably some bite to your voice because Namjoon moved a little too quickly, as if avoiding your temper. The thought to apologize crossed your mind, but you decided at that moment that today was not a day to play nice with your kids. You’re running on stolen minutes of sleep and caffeine; if it wasn’t Jimin hacking up his lungs, it was Jungkook screaming because he couldn’t breathe, or Hoseok distressed as he fought with his fever.

“Hob-ah,” you cooed softly, squatting down to his eye level. “How are you feeling?”

“M’ head hurts,” he cried.

“Okay,” you whispered now, not wanting your voice to aggravate him further. “I’ll see if I can give you something to help, okay? But we might have to wait a little because I just gave you medicine.”

“Can’t sleep... too hurt,”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit, okay? Think you can drink some water for me?” the boy nodded and you checked on Jungkook in the bunk bed below. He was asleep, temperature not any higher, but no lower either. It wasn’t high enough for you to use a fever reducer, but you were beginning to get worried. It would probably be a good idea for you to give him a cool bath sometime tonight, maybe after lunch. Maybe before lunch.

“Have you seen my cell phone?” In the kitchen, Namjoon was shredding the chicken like you asked. Watching him, you realized that he really would avoid stabbing himself with a fork since he wasn’t using one. You ruffled his bed head as you passed on your way to the sink for a clean cup.

“It’s on the counter,” he answered, nodding to the corner beside the coffee pot. You picked it up, this time crossing to the refrigerator for the water pitcher. You keep thinking that you’re actually good at this parenting thing, and then things like this happen and you have to go to Naver for help.

“Here,” you sit a cup in front of Namjoon as a sort of peace offering. “Don’t forget to drink water, kid. You’re still sick too.”

“Okay,” he said.

“And I’m sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” his tone is soft, the one he uses when it's only you two. It reminds you of when he was six and trying to convince you to keep him. “I’m not mad.”

“Good. I mean, I wouldn’t care if you were, but I’m glad that you’re not. I actually don’t like making you upset.”

“I know,” he said. “I don’t either. Do you want me to check on the twins?”

“They should both be asleep,” you told him. “If Yoongi is feeling okay, I’ll probably send him down to shell peasies.” Namjoon snorted. “Peasies is a real word! Look it up!” It was an old argument, going back years, but the both of you were too stubborn to drop it.

In the bedroom, Hoseok was quiet, but you could see that he was still uncomfortable.

“Hoseokie?” You call quietly. He moans in response and you almost want to laugh, but the sight itself is sad and you really, really just want to magically make your kid better. “Here. Drink this. I shouldn’t really give you anything else right now, but we’ll see if you have a headache because you’re dehydrated, okay? You haven’t been drinking water all morning and I don’t remember if you did last night. If your head still hurts after lunch I’ll give you some medicine.” Hoseok just moaned some more in response, but drank the water you offered him in one go. After another affectionate swipe across Hoseok’s face, you turned to the last child in the room.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Yoongi replied.

“Has your headache come back?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want medicine?”

“I want to lay here and wish I was Namjoon.”

The two of you stared at one another for a long moment.

“That’s the story you’re going with?”

“It’s either that or wish I was a rock.”

“Okay, cool. You had me scared for a second.” You handed a second glass of water to the kid. “Here. I’m doing horribly with this whole hydrate thing, but here you go. Did you feel like helping Namjoon with lunch?”

“No, thanks.” Yoongi sat up to accept the drink and shook his head no. It was a brief action. From the way Yoongi blinked, you figured his headache must have punished him for the movement.

“I’m coming back with more water,” you announced.

“Water doesn’t fix everything,”

“Bet!” You challenged. “I’ll fix all seven of you with water, just watch.”

On your way back into the kitchen, you check in again on the other kids. Taehyung and Jimin are still asleep in their bed and Seokjin is still a brat.

“Jin, I love you, and I know you’re a dramatic piece of child through no fault of my own. But how are you really, actually feeling? Besides apparently ‘dying?’”

“I’m okay,” Seokjin huffed. “I’m stuffy and I’m coughing so much that my throat hurts, and I’m almost sure I have a migraine, but I’m okay. I really just want to sleep.”

“Have you had any cough medicine?”

“We don’t have any.”

“I swear to - “ You bit your tongue -- almost literally -- and breathed. How in the world did you actually forget to buy the cough medicine? It’s Jungkook season -- that child will stay sick for the next six weeks at least -- so you’ve always made sure to stock up on medicine and stay stocked. “I’ll go to the store. Okay. Um. I’ll be back. I’m going to bring you some water. Some water and some tea. The tea can probably help your cough and throat for a little while until I get back. Yeah, the ginger tea. Okay. Just… stay there and keep breathing or something.”

“I mean, I was intending to.” You could hear the eye roll in Seokjin’s voice, but you were going to ignore it, if only because you were too busy berating yourself. Cough medicine, out of all the things to forget! Thankfully there was a convenience store nearby. You left Namjoon washing peas and threw on your shoes and a coat, mentally writing a list of the things you needed. It will probably be good to just buy a large pack of water and leave a pile of them with each kid. You will fix them with water. The pills and syrups and everything else were just there to help. Water was doing all of the work. That was the story you were going to tell Yoongi anyway.

You considered picking up a bottle of wine, but ultimately left it on the shelf. You’re still not sure how you feel about that choice once you get home, but like everything else, it was the decision you were sticking with. Besides, you didn’t want to feel judged by the ahjumma behind the counter.

Jin was in the kitchen with Namjoon when you returned home, the elder cradling a mug of what you assumed was tea, the younger peeling potatoes. You don't remember asking him to do that, and you didn’t think you planned to use potatoes in your soup tonight, but hey, why not, potatoes are cool.

“Jinnie, are you feeling any better?”

“I can breathe,” he stated happily.

“I do believe that was your task for the day.”

“And he’s doing a good job,” added Namjoon.

“Respect me,” Seokjin chided.

“I’m respecting the good job you’re doing at breathing.”

“He’s using his nice words, Seokjin, behave,”

“Do I have medicine now?”

“You do.”

“Then I will behave,”

The rest of the house is quiet. You drop off water bottles with Yoongi and your -- finally peacefully -- sleeping boys. You swallow down half a bottle yourself, hoping to get rid of a budding headache, and spend the next hour making soup with Namjoon and Seokjin. Cooking has been the most soothing part of your day. You’ve spent the night and morning running back and forth between the kids, searching on Naver and worrying if you’re doing this parenting thing correctly; slowly following instructions, throwing things into a pot and letting it all do its own thing felt nice.

“Alright, I’ve just got to give this about an hour to simmer,” You announced, setting a timer on your phone for fifteen minutes. It was your reminder to stir the soup so it didn’t burn. “Everyone else is asleep, so I can actually rest for a little bit.”

“You should go lay down,” said Namjoon. “We can watch the pot.”

“Thanks, Joonie, but I should be okay for a couple more hours. Didn’t you say you were tired, Jin? Go take a nap with the rest.”

“I’m okay,” said Seokjin. “I’ll sit here and read until lunch.”

“Suit yourself,” you sighed, laying your head on the counter. “Ugh, my eyes are burning. Why does steam have to be so hot?” You blinked and closed your eyes, trying to get the moisture back.

“Namjoon, go check the twin’s temperatures,” You heard Seokjin whisper. A ringing noise startled you awake, but you could have sworn you only just blinked. Why was it so hard to move?

“They’re in your room, you do it,”

“Do you want to fight Jungkook into taking a bath?” the answering silence was telling. “Exactly. Saem’s asleep and I’m not going to wake them up. So go check on the twins, I’ll check on Hoseok and get Yoongi to come down and keep an eye on the food. You can start the rice when you come back down.”

“Shouldn’t we send them to bed?” This silence was just as telling as the last. You wanted to push yourself up from where you leaned over the counter, but everything felt heavy and you didn’t want to move. The chances that Seokjin let Jungkook drown in the tub were slim, the chances that Yoongi burned the soup even slimmer, and Namjoon was already out of the danger zone. Your boys could take care of themselves for an hour, you were sure of it. An hour was all you needed to rest.

You weren’t sure what startled you awake the second time, but you found yourself sitting up and searching before you even registered being awake. Your back and neck ached from your awkward position laying on the kitchen counter, and the aroma of chicken soup and salted rice surrounded you. It was darker outside the window than you remembered it being, and you made a note to fuss at someone for not closing the curtains. The question still begged, why were you awake? No, a better question was why were you asleep? You remembered wanting to get the sting out of your eyes from cooking over a steaming pot for a long time, and you remembered that you were beginning to nurse your own headache, so you had wanted to lay your head down for a few minutes while you waited for the soup to finish. You needed to check on the twins and the baby and Hoseok and Yoongi. Hoseok still had a headache and Jungkook still needed a bath, and so did the twins. Everyone needed medicine. You also needed to make sure they were actually drinking water.

“You’re awake,” Yoongi’s voice was soft and slow as usual, but you noticed he was actually out of bed and not wincing when he moved.

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“Better…. The water helped.”

“I told you so,” you remark, stretching. Yoongi doesn’t respond, but you did notice his eyes roam up, as if he were suppressing an eyeroll. “How are the little ones?”

“Hobie’s headache has let up some, but he said it still hurts a little…. I told him to drink some more water.” Yoongi seemed to also suppress a sigh, but you counted it as a victory. Kookie’s temperature went down before dinner and I don't’ think it went up, but we haven’t checked yet. The twins are sleeping again, but they ate and drank their water, so there’s that, I guess.”

“And Jin and Joon?”

“Kim Seokjin is obnoxious and drinks entirely too much tea,” said Yoongi, but there was very little bite to his words. You guess Seokjin had been picking with him earlier and Yoongi was still annoyed about it. “Namjoon’s asleep too. He cleaned up after dinner and changed everyone’s sheets while they showered and did laundry and stuff.”

“And I slept through all of that?”

“I think Jin put something in your tea.”

“I didn’t drink any tea.”

“Oh,” Yoongi pauses while rinsing his dishes. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“You were tired. Did you sleep last night?”

“Sure,”

“That’s why. You should go to bed tonight, you can.”

“I went to bed last night,” you said. “But I also have seven kids, so we’ll see how much sleep I get. I also have grading to get done.”

“You’re just going to push it through a scantron machine. On Monday. At school.”

“Okay, and who is reading the bad English short answer questions?”

“Me, Jin, and Namjoon,”

“That was one time! I didn’t even ask you to, you lot took it upon yourselves!”

“Goodnight, Seonsaengnim,”

“Why am I raising brats?” You whine to yourself, dismissed by a twelve-year-old. “And why were you bringing dishes from the back? Who was eating in their bedroom? Didn’t I tell you kids, no eating in your bedrooms?”

If there was one thing you’ve learned after raising children for four years, it’s that if one child fell sick, they all fell sick. But you forget that if the kids all fall sick, you definitely got sick by the end of it all.

To find more of my child-bangtan fics, select the “Collecting Strays” tag at the bottom of this page ^_^

#BTS #BTS scenarios #BTS fan fiction #BTS ARMY #kim namjoon #BTS RM #kim seokjin #BTS Jin #jung hoseok #BTS j-hope #min yoongi #BTS suga #reader insert #cross posted on AO3 #darkbalance #Collecting Strays

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momoshin · 4 years ago

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wrapped in lace — ryujin

you’d think coming home after long hours of running and making content would knock the two of you right out. but you were hoping it did just the opposite, you made sure the car driving you and the girls gets there first, needing to make sure everything was still in place from how you left it before starting your day (and to be able to change into what you had planned) ryujin gets home with the others as soon as you sit down to take a breath. they all know what you have planned, they’re just here for support before they smoothly make an exit.

“you guys got here fast” ryujin points it out and kisses your lips hello like she hadn’t just done that before going into the separate cars (which she complained about for half an hour). she hands you a smoothie, and you quickly notice she’s the other only member with one in her hands.

“ryujin you literally spent twenty minutes thinking of what smoothie to get your girlfriend” yuna rolls her eyes, making the other four laugh at the birthday girl who slightly blushes and shrugs.

“oooooh” lia cheers, interrupting your girlfriend’s soft, sort of questioning stare at you and causing the two of you to look at her, also catching the other three peeking in the room, yuna trying to squeeze her way in between the unnies. “actually we’re going to go eat, call us if you want anything, have funnn”

and just like that, the door is closed. you can hear their steps and what yuna thought was whispers ‘that’s so romantic!!’ ‘ryujin unnie’s probably going to cry’ ‘when did y/n unnie have the time to do all of that?’ that just caused a smile to break into your lips.

“when did you do all of this?” her jaw is open so wide, she’s going to catch flies soon.

“i can’t tell you my secrets” you scoff, a warm, loving smile on your lips as you approached her and dared to wrap your arms around her waist after taking her cross body and setting it on the floor. “do you like it?”

“i love it” she pecks your lips a couple of times, and through all of them you can easily feel the smile that she displayed because of the surprise “can we open presents now?”

“yes baby” the way her voice sounded like an excited kid on christmas morning, and her eyes were so bright, her smile? it melts your heart and you find yourself feeling more love for her than you thought possible.

it’s all pure from there. her pure gasps and smiles or even giggles every times she opens a present and remembers you asking detailed yet questions vague enough for her to not have a clue of the reason behind it.

“where’s the button?” you’ve found yourselves messing around with the new film camera, your girlfriend too excited to leave it for tomorrow like she would’ve said to hide how much she wanted to play with it.

“it says here-“ you begin to read the manual of instructions, and it only takes you a few seconds in to see the blinding light of the flash. “ryujin!”

“found it” she smiles, the two of you giggling softly in the moment. “im keeping this” she smiles, looking at the developing picture of you in what she thinks is your prettiest version, “thank you baby” it's a little muffled against your lips that she keeps kissing and pecking in hopes it helps her express how grateful she is.

"i have one more gift for you" your words too are muffled against her lips, and as soon as she sits back up you look for the red bow you had placed somewhere around the room and stick it right on the top of your head "ta-da"

"oh?" she smiles, opening her arms for you to walk into. she watches you put up your finger as if telling her to wait for you, and undo the zipper of your jacket, letting her catch the red, delicate lace adorning your body. "oh" she's in utter shock, like she hasn't ever seen you like this even though it's a regular occurrence "c'mere, please"

the bow inevitably falls off your head when she pulls you to her by the waist, running her hands all over your body, drinking you in. "is this new?"

"mhm" your hand wraps around the back of her head, keeping eye contact with her as she presses soft kisses to the skin of your tummy that wasn't covered by the lingerie set "got it just for today"

"well. i love it" she smiles "almost want to fuck you in it"

"who said you'd be doing the fucking?" your hands cup her face and bring it up to look at you, thumbs grazing against her lips, her pretty, pink lips that you loved so much "lay down for me?"

she trusts you enough to just go with it, and you easily move the gifts from the bed to the night stand. so she had more space in the bed and nothing broke. your hands run all over her uncovered torso by her crop top, and soon, you found your hands kneading and squeezing at her tits. hums and whispers coming out of her lips.

your legs move on their own to get you in bed, between her legs so your hands could do their thing and undo her jeans, her chuckle when you peck her stomach just like she did yours a few minutes ago rings in your ears beautifully. reminding you how lucky you are to have her, that she’s yours and you’re hers.

“i love you” you whisper against her lips when you’ve come back up, sitting on her lap with your hands on the end of her shirt to slowly remove it. “like, i’m in love with you ryujin” you stop your kisses to look at her, look for a reaction. she takes time. to control her breathing and process the words that had just come out of your mouth, her eyes are glossy and her hand runs through your hair gently.

“i’m in love with you too” she whispers after what feels like has been forever, but only has been seconds. her voice is so small and broken, she is so in love with you, it hurts her to think about it.. everything about you makes her feel in heaven.

your smile is so big though, you weren’t expecting her to not say it back, but it felt good to actually hear it. her lips find yours now, and the kiss starts so soft, slow, telling each how much you felt for the other, and its like that for some time, tongues dancing and all. but then her hands start going down to your ass, and you don’t have it in you to stay put when she moves your hips for you, her naked thighs rubbing against your clothed core in delicious ways.

“don’t take it off” she whispers as soon as she sees you sit up in her lap, and her fingers soon loop around the flimsy, tiny part covering your crotch. she thinks about putting it to the side and just watching like this, but then again something about using her strength on or for you makes her feel in control, so she does just that. tears it right off of you.

“ryujin?!” you whine. hands on her naked shoulders as you stare at your thong in her fingers.

“don’t make me gag you with it” she spits, and at the sound of her voice so deep; you whimper, specially when she runs her thumb up and down your clit, eliciting a few gasps out of you too. you try to, with all your inner strength, pull away from her hand, but instead position yourself so your legs could cross with hers. your cunts both fitting together like puzzle pieces. “fuck”

she’s been under you many times before. but the sight before you is so different from those times, she’s biting her lip, eyes half closed, her nipples perked up already, hands on your waist to control you moving, she’s groaning and grunting in such sinful ways too, making you wetter than before and easier for the two of you to move.

she’s closed her eyes when you, still riding her, stretch your arm enough to take the new camera in your hands, she doesn’t even open her eyes when you put a hand on her stomach in a more possesive way than anything, she only does so when she hears the click of the camera shooting the sight in front of it: your cunt glued to hers, your hand spread on her toned abdomen as if to tell anyone who saw the lewd image that she was yours.

she bites her lips at her own sight, you on top, the red lace that she’d yet to rip off your body hugging you so beautifully, your hair down your shoulders and back, you waiting for the polaroid to develop with your teeth digging into your bottom lip. but most importantly the sight of your pussy against hers. the noises you two made, how it felt. she feels dizzy already.

“you better not show that to anyone. specially the girls” she warns, her legs opening wider to give you more space for an advantage of getting the perfect angle between the two of you “fffuck, do that again”

“that?” she wonders if this is how you feel when she starts getting cocky. because you certainly are as you roll your hips over and over again like you had for the few last seconds. you don’t stop asking until she groans out a yes, fingers so tight around the skin of your hips that you were worried she was going to bruise you. “and i don’t know. i think jisu unnie might find it hot, don’t you?”

suddenly, you feel her breath so much closer to your lips than you remember her being, your covered nipples against her naked, hard ones, her hand fully tangled in your hair, pulling well enough to make you hiss and whimper into her lips “im not playing with you y/n” she groans “anyone else sees your pussy and it’s over for you”

“what are you gonna do?” you’re teasing her with your smile, and she hates it so much. how can you be so brave when she’s got you so vulnerable right on her cunt??

“you don’t want to find out.” her hand wraps around you to slap your ass so, so hard, you’re worried for her hand. “why are you being such a whore right now, am i not enough for you?” you’re not responding, just looking at her with your brattiest expression and hoping it pisses her off. not enough for this tight pussy?” she draws a gasp from you when she says the words ‘tight pussy’ because at that same time she’s pushed a finger into you from behind

she smiles against your lips when you muffle something against hers, not finding in you to make actual words and sentences.

“what’s that princess? i didn’t quite catch it” she smirks, kissing your lips and nose so soft as if she didn’t have a whole finger inside you at the same time

“im kidding. im sorry. im sorry” your eyes are shut closed, your clit throbbing and so is your head from all the sensations you’re experiencing right now.

“you’re so easy to handle” she chuckles. not meant to be endearing at all but degrading. “make me cum baby, fuck yourself on my fingers and make me cum. can you do that for me?” she pushes two more inside you just in time.

“yes. yes i can. yes.” you moan and shake when trying to lift yourself off her chest, and she takes the opportunity with the hand that wasn’t inside you, to free your tits out of the lace holding them away from her. you maneuver your hips to be able to sit on her fingers fully, all three of them buried to the hilt, but to be able to rub her clit with yours when you thrust back up.

“so good for me baby.” your girlfriend kisses from your jaw, to your neck, to your chest, always leaving bites soft enough to not mark any part of you. she watches you all along, loving the way small gasps, whimpers and moans all escape your lips that couldnt seem to close unlike your eyes. your eyes had been shut tight for a few minutes now, not being able to look anywhere or even at her.

the heat in your stomach starts growing, but you can’t and won’t cum without her. even if it meant holding it for however long you needed to. “are you close daddy?”

“yeah baby, almost there” ryujin kisses your sweaty cheeks and lifts her head up as much as she can to kiss your swollen lips. “you can cum, you have my permission” she brushes your hair out of your face with her free hand, pecking your lips once again as she watches your face contort in pleasure

“i w-wanna wait for y-you” you return her kisses as you can, in your vulnerable state. and she keeps grunting and moaning against your lips and even going so far as to lift her hips against yours because she just wants to see and feel you shaking on top of her so bad. so bad. “please. please.”

“go ahead princess, cum.., ff-fuck-k im c-cumming-h” her eyes roll to the back of her head, your highs are so hard that you can almost hear ringing in your ears. and the few seconds that you have over her as she still handles her orgasm, you use to kiss all over her jaw and cheeks while still rolling your hips against her.

“happy birthday baby” you whisper after a long while of the two of you looking at each other in silence and attempting to regain your breath, it causes her to giggle and cover her face with her hand at the thought of the two of you engaging in such filthy activities a few minutes ago and you being so soft and loving right after

“thank you my love, for everything” one of her hands runs her nails up and down your back as she watches you blush and smile at her. “how much time do we have left?”

“like an hour max” you whisper after looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand. “why”

“there’s one more thing i want to try”

#gif credits; ryudaeng #itzy smut #kpop smut #my stuff #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #ryujin smut #ryujin x reader #happy ryujin day :)

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lonelyhobi · 4 years ago

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Surprise Baby

☆summary: gone is master and in his place is Taehyung who has a hell of a surprise for you

☆pairing: taehyung x reader

☆warnings: fingering, and cuteness lol this is basically fluff with an orgasm

☆word count: 2.5k

A:N: This is solely to stress out @scribblemetae I hope you all enjoy and can be seen as a part 2 to punishment since it’s the same couple but doesn’t have to be read in order to understand <3

“Baby?”

You hear Taehyung question as he steps through the door. The way his body smile lights up as he takes in your appearance has your face flushing with heat and heart racing. You had just gotten home and barely kicked your shoes off in your entryway when Tae was strutting across the living room and taking you into his arms “Hey” he mumbles into your hair as he holds you close to his chest. He inhaled deeply commuting your scent to memory, feeling at home with you in his arms. “Hi” you giggle out into his body enjoying the steady beat of his heart filling your ears.

“I miss you today” his voice booms from his chest. You lean back to face him as you roll your eyes playfully.

“I saw you this morning silly. I just stepped out for a bit” pulling you back towards him he shushes your gently “don’t care. Need to see you” he begins kissing your head repeatedly as he leads you to your couch.

He sits down before pulling you onto his lap and your back pressed against his chest. Arms wrapped around your waist he nuzzled his nose into your neck leaving light kisses there.

“I have a surprise for you” you barely make out the words but you feel giddy thinking of what it could be. Taehyung had a talent for sweeping you off your feet in any way imaginable.

“Ooooh what is it?” You question turning and placing a kiss along his jaw. He sighs gently holding you close to him.

“You’ll find out soon but right now I just want to hold you like this okay?”

There was a hint of nervousness in his voice and you would’ve pried but you also knew that Tae tended to let things out on his own. You had a better chance of waiting it out to see what was bugging him. Plus it felt ridiculously nice to be here in his arms, his warm body making you feel safe and loved. You both stayed whispering sweet nothing and retelling each other of your time apart. Kisses were stolen and cuddles given.

“Okay get up” Taes voice comes out more domineering than he intends and the way you quickly scramble out of his grasp and onto your feet obeying his command has him flinching.

“I’m sorry angel I didn’t mean that. It’s TaeTae okay?”

Your eyes soften as you stare at the man you adore nodding when you see he really is just Taehyung and not Master tonight. His smile returns as he stands and holds out his hand for you. You both walk into your shared bedroom before he turns towards you placing his hands on your eyes.

“Promise not to trip me” a giggling Tae guides you slowly and can’t help but think he’s purposely gonna ram you into the wall and not in a fun way.

“baby I wouldn’t do that” he laughs.

“Tae that’s exactly what you’d do, can I look now?” You ask as he most certainly opened the door to your restroom. When you step in your immediately hit with the sweet scent of candles you bet are lit all around. His hand drops with a “surprise” and you take in the sight.

A warm bath is drawn, with flower petals and foaming soap, two glasses of champagne sit on the counter, and a cheesy trail of red roses start from your feet to the tub. “Y-you did this?” Nodding excitedly Taehyung stares at his work. When he doesn’t hear anything else from you he steps in front of your face and his voice cracks when he asks “wait you’re crying? You don’t like it?”

Quickly you reach out for his hand “no no! I do babe! It’s so romantic. I just wasn’t expecting it.” His gaze fills with adoration hearing you and your hand trails to his cheek “I love it.”

“I love you” Tae grins as he presses his lips to yours. Your hands wrap around his neck while his circle around your waist. You find yourself swaying around the bathroom to music only the two of you can hear, lost in the feeling of the man you love.

Pulling away gently Taehyung grasps the hem of his shirt pulling it off in one tug before undoing his pants just as quickly.

“Can I baby?” He asks as his fingers dance to the hem of your dress. Nodding your consent he smiles and undresses you until you're standing bare for him.

“Everyday I thank every possible deity in existence for blessing me with you.” His hands cup your face to give you a tender kiss. “And then I also thank every sin invoking presence for making you such a perfect pet for me” whimpering out you climb closer to Taehyung searching for his lips and he just chuckles giving into your mouth.

“But today is about us. I want to do something special, I-I mean I have something special.” With a quirk of your eyebrow he’s tugging you over to the bath. He steps over the edge and settles himself before making grabby hands for you.

“So needy” you laugh stepping in with him and settling into the space he made between his legs for you.

“Shh! Only you can know'' and he leans in taking your earlobe between his lips biting before running his tongue over. “

Tae!!” Shrieking in his grasp you wiggle around in his arms. “Hey! Quit wiggling baby your gonna get all the water out and I haven’t gotten to do anything.”

You pause titling your head back against his shoulder “Oh? And what were you planning doing” you raise your brows suggestively pulling your best sultry look.

“Get that pretty head out of the gutter. Lean forward please” he asks sweetly and you do so only to let out a literal moan when his comes in contact with your back and shoulder.

His hand kneads your body that he has memorized and he basks in the whimpers of pleasure you emit. “Good baby?” Nodding lightly you moan out softly “So good Tae”

He continues his motions on your body before he’s pushing you up against him once again. His hand slips around to your front and he’s circling both of your nipples with his index fingers lightly. “Thought you said no gutter” his deep chuckle is interrupted by his fingers pinching you right nipple teasingly causing you to squeal.

“That rule applies only for you baby. Because when it comes to me I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you, and want you to do for me.” You moan lightly as he continues to play with your hardened buds as you arch your back offering you breasts to him.

“Good girl baby” he mumbles, pressing his lips to the skin of your exposed neck. His nimble fingers trail down your breasts to the tops of your thighs and you feel his nails scratch you gently up and down. “Taehyung” you whine out feeling yourself getting more and more aroused by the second.

“I’ll give you whatever you want just tell me” he tells you his own voice cracking as he stares at your willing body pressed up against his, the pretty noises your mouth keeps letting out having turned him into a rock hard mess ages ago.

“I want fingers, please” and without a moment to spare both hands dip between your thighs, one coming to spread your lips and the other running from your clit to the tip of your entrance.

He plays around with your needy pussy for a bit until you can't take it, every so often his finger teases at your hole and you find yourself pushing up to catch his finger. “And you said I was the needy one” he mocks you before slipping just the tip of his finger into you before pulling it out.

“Kim Taehyung” you call out in the brattiest tone you muster up and once again he can only laugh at his desperate girl aching for his fingers. ”Okay okay I’m done you’re right whatever you want.” And he’s back to slipping his skilled digit into your hole. He keeps a steady beat of thrusting his finger in and out before a second one joins in. You feel him lightly press into your back as the tight fit of your pussy has you clenching around his fingers. “God you’re tight. Such a perfect pussy baby” and you mewl against his neck burying yourself in his scent. He continues his thrust into your tight hole, his hand spreading your lips making its way to your clit rubbing in tight circles. “Tae it feels so good” and your praise has both his hands moving rapidly in and against you pushing you closer to your climax.

Crying out his name you feel your orgam sweep through your body, legs trying to squeeze shut but Taehyung's strong grip and unrelenting pace on your clit doesn’t give up despite your wails. He rides out your orgasm until you're near tears mumbling his name “That’s my girl, so good always cums for me”.

Taking his fingers from your cunt he brings them to his lips trying to savor what he can despite the water. You lay there on his chest aware of his painful erection pressing against your back as he licks all over his fingers. When he’s sufficiently sucked what he could of your essence he brings his fingers to you mouth and despite your eyes being closed you feel them prod st your mouth. Quickly and greedily opening your mouth taking in his spit covered fingers and sucking them.

Pulling them out he’s planting a kiss on your temple. “Good?” and you nod as your hand slips around to find his hard cock between your ass cheeks. “Uh uh” he says as he pulls your hand up bringing it to your lips to kiss your palm.

“Just you right now, I want to give you something.”

“But you said whatever I want and I want your cock Tae '' and once again the brat in you is showing and you don’t miss the clench of Taehyung's jaw at your behavior. If he were Master today you definitely could say goodbye to whatever he had planned for you. But as Taehyung you could basically get away with murder and you were for sure going to milk it. So you reach down and take his hard member into your group stroking him up and down until he’s once again gripping your wrist.

His voice is hushed and sends a thrill down your back “I might be Taehyung right now but don’t think for a second that Master can’t make a guest appearance and put you in your place, don’t take advantage Pet.”

Shivering at his tone you’re nodding as you let go of his cock, the frown on your face still there. Taehyung is kissing the side of your head before nudging you up. “Calm down baby, I want you to enjoy this, be good a little longer” and you're nodding your head standing up.

As you’re about to step out of the tub Taeyhung is gripping your shoulders “Wait give me a second!” and before you know you hear him step out of the tub and waddle his way out of the bathroom shivering. You don’t question him, just stand there entirely confused at what this man was doing until he returns almost slipping on the tile but holding two fluffy towels.

“I just took them out of the dryer so they would be warm!” His boxy smile makes an appearance once again and you can’t help but smile back at his thoughtfulness. Walking over he wraps you up in a towel before wrapping his towel around his waist.

He picks up the glasses of champagne handing you your before holding up the glass once again “To us baby” a smiling Tae toasts. “To us.” And you stand there sipping your champagne as he insists on drying you and applying your lotion all over you. When he’s done he plants a sweet kiss to your lips before leading you out to the bedroom.

“Okay baby can you sit down for me?” and you nod planting yourself at the foot of the bed as he once again exits the room. This time he returns with a white shopping bag that has you once again confused. He walks to where you are setting the bag down before he’s on his knees in front of you.

“Baby” he says sweetly, gripping your hands that are in your lap. “You are everything, like when people say that they want to find it. That’s what you are for me, it. Not that creepy ass clown but the solution to every problem in my life, and sometimes the cause of them too” you giggle a little at his rushed out speech but your heart still flutters. “I know you’re the one for me. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind that I want to spend the rest of my days worshiping you.” His thumbs had started to stroke the back of your hands to calm himself down. “And I trust you, God I’m convinced you were made for me baby.” Your own hands squeeze him to encourage him to go on. “Look this isn’t sudden I’ve been thinking about it for a while and like I said I’m going to be spending the rest of my life with you s-”

“Taehyung.” you mutter out barely above a whisper

He immediately stops his rambling and looks into your eyes, his own having grown wide.

“A-are you, is this you proposing?” you barely manage to mumble out your question and his own alarm grows.

“No! God no! Wait not like that I meant like, no that's not what I’m doing.” You let out a sigh of relief as you notice his own nerves have settled.

“Okay so then what’s the surprise if not a ring?”

“Well it is a ring, just not an engagement ring” He reaches into the white bag and pulls out a black velvet box that opens to reveal the most stunning emerald you’ve ever seen. The deep green of the emerald shines even in the dimly lit room and you can’t imagine how much he must’ve spent.

“Taehyung I- it’s beautiful”

“And still it’s nothing compared to you, let me see your hand” He slips the finger onto your ring finger and you throw him another curious look. “What? It’s more of a promise ring, I mean half of the time you wear a collar with my name around your neck this is just a classier collar” he reasons, staring at the ring on your finger.

Shaking your head you lean over to pull his lips to yours. “It’s stunning, but I don’t need a ring, I just need you.” And now he’s pulling you in closer planting a sweet kiss.

“Wait why were you so nervous then if you’re not proposing?” you ask, pulling away from him.

“O-oh uh I also wanted to give you something else.”

“Which is?”

He reaches over into the bag and what he pulls out has your eyes widening even more than when you saw the ring. In Taehyung's hands he was holding a strap on and a bottle of lube.

“I want to give you my ass”

#kim taehyung smut #bts smut #bts fic #v smut #taehyung smut

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sems-diarie · 4 years ago

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Sem you wanna be 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵? I'm a brat the brattiest brat. I will make his life a living hell, because if things don't go my way it's either the 'silent treatment till you do what I want' or the 'I'm gonna avoid you while being a piece of shit whenever I see you till you do what I want'. Will get me spanked? Yes. Will that get me edged? Yes. Do I like it? Yes. If he yell at me will I cry? Yes. And I would apologise, so yeah

okay, giving sanemi a hard time would absolutely be fun. i can’t lie to you.

but- but 🥺 he’s had such a hard time!! he’s so cold and mean. a product of his environment, of a home that couldn’t love him the right way. i wanna cup his face n tell him i love him 🥺 preferably while he puts me in a mating press and with his tongue in my mouth.

#being soft and then getting bratty when you don’t get your way!#it’d be like whiplash for him #he wouldn’t know what to do #nemi <3 #kny thirst.♥︎

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hearts4yang · 4 years ago

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Cigarettes and Love | l.y.y.

paring: non idol!yangyang x gender neutral!reader

type: fluff

warnings: mentions of smoking, mild language and kinda possessive yangie also very shitty writing and i have like ten more drafts to get through lmao:D

he rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder. “you shouldn’t worry so much for me. i’m able to know what and what not to do by this age...” yangyang whispers, placing kisses along your exposed shoulder.

you looked at the sun rising with a cup of coffee on the table. your arms hanging over the balcony with your boyfriend clinging onto you. a faint smile paints onto your lips. you still remembered the first day you met liu yangyang.

10 years ago was a strange time. yangyang was a very loud and intimidating kid. he wore his title as the delinquent like a crown. he hardly ever showed up to his classes. he always spray painted the school’s bathrooms and cafeteria. along with having to clean everything afterward, but that wasn’t the point.

he always wore baggy pants, an oversized hoodie, and his hair would be dyed a different color almost every week. you’re still shocked that his hair is still standing but here you were.

you weren’t the complete opposite you were just in the middle of a good or bad student. you would just be wearing mom jeans, a sweater, and docs or your converse.

the day you met him was when your life changed for the better. he was the brattiest kid you’ve ever met. he’d get mad and throw shit if it never went his way. you were sure that yangyang and you were rivals but sadly that changed when you two ended up at the same university. needless to say, you were surprised he even ended up in university.

15 year old you would never think this was going to happen. you swore to every inch of your body that liu yangyang was satan and that he didn’t deserve to love you.

unfortunately, you suck at keeping promises with yourself, and boom! you’ve been with him since you were 19 and living with him since you were 21 and now his fiancée since 25. oh, how the turntables have turned.

yet you were in love with him. your parents never liked him because of his job and how he looked. they claimed he looked like a playboy and he’d break your heart. but you never listened. He was too in love to ever leave you or let you leave. so you never once had to really worry.

yangyang was a street racer since junior year of high school, he always referred to you as his good luck charm, that he’ll never lose a race with you by his side. it wasn’t the safest job to have, but he enjoyed doing it so it never really bothered you but it bothered your parents more than his own.

pshhh when did your parents opinions matter to you after you moved out? that’s the point they never did.

“babe, you’ve been looking across the street this whole time.” he rests his head on top of yours before kissing your forehead. “today’s the first day we’ve ever met, right?” you nodded.

“I hope you know that i wished you had pummeled me to the ground back in senior year.”

you giggle, looking up and yangyang looking back down at you. “i can do it right now.” you say, spinning around to face him.

“yeah but you were taller than me in high school and now look at you.” he pinched your cheeks, “you’re too small and cute to- OW!”

you flicked his forehead, quickly dashing off before he could get to you. it didn’t take long before he picked you up into his embrace. “mine! mine! mine!” he yelled in between kisses. He looked like a child with his gummy smile. an adorable 25-year-old man who treated you like a baby.

the both of you calmed down and stayed on the floor. you laid your head on his chest and your fingers trace his tattoos. He held you tightly as you started to feel drowsy. “are you seriously falling asleep?” he laughed, grabbing your hand and admiring your rings.

mainly, your engagement ring.

“I woke up at 3 am to use the bathroom and then you whined to me to stay up with you because you were afraid that I was going to leave you.” you sighed as you made yourself more comfortable in his arms.

“whatever, at least sleep on-“

“no, the floor is comfortable enough,” you mumbled, shutting your eyes.

“fine, i love you,” yangyang whispers, kissing your forehead before pressing his lips to yours. he was yours and you were his.

he swore to himself that he’ll never leave you and that he will do anything and everything to keep you forever. he’d go to the moon and back just to make sure you were okay, to make sure you were happy and most importantly to make sure that you still loved him

all that yangyang could wish was that you loved him too.

#wayv #wayv fluff #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #liu yangyang #wayv requests #wayv yangyang #wayv x reader #wayv soft hours #yangyang x reader #wayv reactions #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe.’

fratboy/jock!Jimin x cheerleader!reader (bc apparently I don’t know how to not write university aus) - e2l, smut, angst, humour, a teensy bit of fluff if you squint

Part of ficswithluv’s Bulletproof Bingo!

Rating: 18 (graphic sex and mature themes)

Word Count: 14.9k+

Warnings - there’s a lot (because this is absolute filth) so please read carefully! discussion of drugs and consumption of drugs, alcohol consumption, mention of rape, brief mention of murder and violence, brief mention of STDs, extremely bad language, extreme sexual tension (like on another level guys), brief mention of stripping, Jimin is a total dick, a lot of arguing and insulting, y/n has way too much pride for her own good, Jimin is too arrogant for his own good, mention of Namjoon being naked (you’ll understand when you read it), explicit sex, unprotected sex (use protection guys!), hate sex, (really) rough sex, very slight dubcon (she doesn’t explicitly say yes but she does give him consent), dom!Jimin and sub!y/n, y/n is the brattiest bratty stubbornest brattiest brat, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, mention of spitting during sex, marking, y/n does a little striptease, nipple play, finger sucking, cum licking/swallowing, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, edging, begging, spanking, hair pulling, punishment, pussy slapping, degradation, mild sadism and masochism, very brief exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (m receiving) and mention of oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, gagging, thigh-riding, overstimulation, Jimin has a big fat huge monster cock, teasing, manhandling, slapping during sex, penetrative sex, squirting, cunnilingus, (I’m sure that’s it, but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!)

a/n: hey guys! please enjoy this absolute filth lmao (blame black haired Jimin for being the sexiest person in the world). the biggest thank you to the love of my life @silverlightprincess for proof-reading this two nights in a row and hyping it up so much, you’re the best and I love you. lmk what you think and hmu if you’re interested in a part two x

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‘Please come with me. I can’t go by myself,’ I whine at Jennie who sits on her bed, watching me in amusement like she’s watching a film or TV show.

‘Nope, and I already told you why; I don’t want to see him, not after what happened,’ she says, and I roll my eyes as I order an Uber. ‘So you’re really gonna make me go by myself? What if I get drugged, or beaten up, or raped, or murdered, or-’ ‘y/n!’ she exclaims reproachfully, and I shrug, ‘it could happen.’ ‘Well, it won’t. Loads of our friends are there. Wendy and Irene and Seulgi, Yeri and Joy, loads of people,’ she lists off. ‘Yeah, and they’ll be there, too,’ I sigh. ‘Well, I mean, it is at their house,’ she says, holding back a laugh, and I stick my tongue out at her.

‘You know what I mean. I hate them – jocks are so unbearable. It’d be better if you were there,’ I say, pouting. ‘You’re a liar, you don’t hate them. Just him,’ she points out. ‘Well, what if he tries something? He’s so strong, he could literally lift a car if he wanted to-’ ‘Bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?’ she says, and I roll my eyes again. ‘You know what I mean. The point still stands that he’s strong – you’re the one that saw him at the gym lifting more than your body weight. And remember when he knocked one of the players on their opposing team to the floor in that match last year, and he was literally twice his size. If that guy couldn’t take him on, how can I?’ ‘And you think I can? I’m smaller than you, you idiot.’ ‘But you’re scary.’ ‘You’re scarier than me,’ she says mildly, and I sigh. ‘Please, Jen. It’s not even that big of a deal, what happened. If anything, it’s more embarrassing for him than for you,’ I say, trying so hard to persuade her. ‘It is a big deal. It only happened yesterday – I at least need to give it a couple days before I can face him again.’ ‘Fine, I’ll go by myself. If I’m not home in the morning, it’s on your head,’ I say dramatically, pulling on my heels.

‘Don’t be like that,’ she reprimands before launching into a speech, ‘you look absolutely gorgeous and the boys will be all over you, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do, please use a condom. I don’t need you bringing an STD back with you. If there’s an emergency, or you need me to pick you up, call me. Make sure you keep me updated on what’s going on. Don’t drink anything anyone gives you – pour your own drinks. Make sure you’re always with one of the girls.’ ‘Okay, okay! I’ll see you later, mum!’ I exclaim, and she laughs, pulling me into a hug. ‘Be careful, y/n,’ she says gently, and I nod. ‘When am I not, Jen?’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. I leave our dorm and head down the corridor, opting to take the lift instead of the stairs – these heels aren’t that high, but I don’t want to take any risks.

My Uber’s already there by the time I get outside, so I jump straight in. The journey there is short (not short enough to walk in heels, though) and within five minutes, we’re pulling up in front of the house. I climb out, the driver instantly zooming away, and I look up at the house in front of me. It’s much bigger than and further away from the rest of the houses on the street, and it has its own little pier out onto the university lake, perfect for drunken skinny-dippers at the end of the night. I head up to the porch, the Greek letters for Alpha Sigma Phi hanging above my head, and push through the slightly open door. The party is already in full swing, loud bass-heavy RnB pulsing through the house, people already drunk and dancing, the smell of drugs thick in the air. I push through the throng of my classmates into the kitchen where I know my friends will be. The lowered volume in the kitchen is brief; only the moment before my friends notice me is quiet. ‘y/n!’ they all shout, and I jump in surprise. ‘y/n, you made it!’ Wendy shrieks, throwing her arms around me. ‘Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it,’ I say, hugging her back. ‘y/n, you look good!’ Yeri exclaims, holding me out for her to admire. ‘Thank you, Yeri, but look at you! Absolutely gorg!’ I don’t get to hear her reply before the rest of my friends greet me, all of them dressed up and drinking. ‘Let me get you a drink. What do you want?’ Irene asks me, and I scrunch up my face in thought. ‘I’ll just have Diet Coke for now – I don’t want any alcohol,’ I say, and I feel a hand appear on my waist. ‘Lightweight,’ I hear his teasing voice, and I can’t stop the big sigh I let out, accompanied by my signature eye roll.

‘Where are your pom-poms today?’ he asks, and I turn to look at him, the smell of vodka strong on him. ‘I was wondering how long I’d have without you bothering me,’ I say, fixing him with a dirty look. I’ve always thought of him as tiny, but he really isn’t – I have to tilt my head back slightly to look at his annoying face because of how close to me he is (he most definitely has lifts in his shoes). And it’s not just his face, that’s annoying, let me tell you that. It’s everything about him. And shall I tell you why? Because it’s all perfect. Everything about him, physically, is infuriatingly perfect. His legs are long and toned, his waist cinched and his frame slim, with vascular hands adorned in silver rings, matching with the silver earrings hanging from his ears and the silver Chanel necklace around his neck (how he can afford Chanel jewellery whilst at university, I don’t know). His lips are plump and glossy, like a Bratz doll, and his eyes are a deep chocolaty brown, framed with dark lashes. His jaw is sharp, his cheeks chubby, and his black hair is soft and fluffy, swept back to reveal the tan skin of his forehead and dark, bold eyebrows. Long story short, he’s beautiful, on the outside. The inside is a whole other story.

‘Bothering you? More like gracing you with my presence. Remember, this is my party, and there are plenty of other, more… willing girls I could be spending my time with, but I chose you. You should be honoured,’ he says with a grin, and I scowl at him. ‘Honoured?’ I echo as Irene hands me a red solo cup with the Coke in it, ‘it’s not your party. It’s Alpha Sigma Phi’s party.’ ‘And what does everyone think of when they think of ASP? This handsome face and the perfect dick that comes with it,’ he says, preening, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Can you not be so annoying and full of yourself all the time?’ ‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe,’ he says lowly, thumb swiping across his plump lips, and I blink, heart jumping which pisses me off – my own body betrays me when I’m with him. ‘Well, whatever. I don’t think of you when I think of ASP. I think of a bunch of douches,’ I shrug, changing the subject back, and he grins even wider, obviously amused that he managed to make me flustered. ‘Now, now. Is that any way to speak about your friends? I’m sure the other boys would be offended to hear you speak about them like that,’ he says, plucking the cup from my hand and taking a sip. ‘Well, let me correct myself. You’re the douche,’ I say tiredly, and he grins. ‘You won’t be saying that for long. You’ll be eating your words when you feel how good my cock is,’ he forebodes, handing me back my cup, completely empty. ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to feel anything,’ I mutter, throwing away the cup, and he chuckles. ‘Oh, y/n, you do amuse me,’ he grins. ‘Oh, Park, the feeling is most definitely not mutual,’ I say in a bright tone, a fake smile plastered on my face. ‘Good talk, y/n, I’ll see you later,’ he says distractedly as he moves away from me, watching a sophomore that’s just walked in with her friends, wearing a skimpy dress. She’s pretty and looks nice, but I can’t help but dislike her instantly, surprised at myself for being so bitchy.

‘Who are you shooting lasers at?’ Joy asks. ‘Park Jimin,’ I spit out, turning my dirty looks to him instead. Or rather, his back, as he’s now facing away from me, speaking to the sophomore. ‘Cradle robber,’ Joy observes, and I laugh. ‘I wouldn’t quite say cradle robber – we’re only a year older than her,’ I point out, and Joy waves my words away. ‘Still. Anyway, are you drinking?’ she asks. ‘Well, I did have a drink, but he took it and downed it,’ I say, motioning to Jimin who’s now got a hand on the girl’s arm. She looks up at him with a sweet smile, her eyes wide and big, and I almost want to go over and warn her away, knowing he’s just looking for someone to fill his bed for the night. ‘Well, Seulgi brought Malibu, and I know you like it, so here,’ she says, pushing an unopened bottle into my hand and disappearing back into the throng of people. ‘Thanks,’ I say to the spot where she was just stood, plucking a clean cup from the packet, pouring out some of the rum and mixing it with coke (an unopened bottle – I’m no rookie). I also find some straws and pick out a pink one, dropping it into the cup. Just as I begin to take a sip, a pair of big hands clap down onto my shoulders, making me jump and I choke on my drink.

‘Oh, shit, sorry. You okay, y/n?’ I hear Namjoon’s voice as I cough again and again. ‘Do I look okay?’ I ask once I’ve stopped choking, my eyes beginning to water and my face warm. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to,’ he says reproachfully, holding back laughter. ‘Idiot,’ I mutter, taking a seat on one of the stools around the kitchen island (these trashy dirty frat boys don’t deserve such a nice house). ‘Sorry. Anyways, how are you?’ ‘I was fine before you tried to kill me. What about you?’ ‘Um, good, yeah. I saw you speaking to Jimin,’ he says, triggering an eye roll. ‘He’s such a pain in the ass. I’m gonna file a restraining order.’ ‘Go for it, I’ll file one too. So, you, um… did you come by yourself?’ he asks, rubbing at the back of his neck, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Don’t be a pussy – say it with your chest,’ I say in a bored tone, and he sighs. ‘Did Jennie come with you?’ he asks quietly. ‘No, she wasn’t feeling too well, so she stayed back at our apartment,’ I grin, and he puts a hand to his forehead. ‘She’s avoiding me, isn’t she? Urgh, I’m such an idiot.’ ‘I can’t argue with you there,’ I reply, and he scowls at me. ‘Sorry. But, it’s true, you are an idiot. I mean, what on earth were you thinking?’ I say, failing to hold back my laughter. ‘I didn’t know that she would be out there. If I’d known…’ he trails off. ‘You wouldn’t have run across the pitch butt naked?’ I ask, and he slaps a hand over my mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. ‘Keep your voice down! I don’t want people knowing. I lost a bet, and I did it at night-time so no one would see. How was I supposed to know she’d be out there?’ he says defensively, and I shake my head at him in disgust. ‘You’re a mess. And, anyway, yes, of course she’s avoiding you. How can she look you in the face again properly having seen you completely naked?’ I say, struggling to hold back laughter as I think back to Jennie’s face when she walked into our apartment after going somewhere quiet to speak on the phone to her sister, Rose – there was a party going on in the apartment next door, so she went on a walk, conveniently running into (a naked) Namjoon. ‘Oh, go suck Jimin’s dick,’ he says half-heartedly. ‘Go flash Jennie again,’ I retort, and he flips me off before disappearing.

I stay in the kitchen the majority of the night, catching up with all my friends. It’s been a while since I had a chance to socialise; settling back into the Uni schedule after a long summer is tough, especially when you have an entire cheer team to lead. And cheering isn’t easy! People think we just run around in skimpy outfits, chanting and waving pom-poms, but there is so much more to it than that – I’d go as far to say that cheer is one of the hardest sports you can do. I spend so much of my time choreographing and working out to keep fit and planning routines and deciding positions for the team. It requires a lot of dedication and time to get everything done before the season starts. But obviously, a lot of my peers don’t have to dedicate their time to things like that and are used to partying, opting to get black out drunk at these frat parties instead of socialising with their friends. Only three hours after my arrival, there are people passed out all over the place, bedrooms occupied, and drunken students dirty dancing in the living room. Sat in the same stool as three hours ago, I watch Yeri flirt with a senior, feeling proud of my girl. She catches me watching and I put my thumbs up to her, giving her a big encouraging smile, and she quickly looks away for fear of laughing out loud.

‘Ah, y/n. Alone?’ I hear Jimin’s voice from behind me before he takes the seat beside me. ‘Yes, and I was enjoying it,’ I say pointedly, despite knowing he won’t go. ‘How have you been? Still dancing away?’ he asks with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘Cheer isn’t the same as dance.’ ‘I’ve seen you on the side-lines while we’re playing – sure looks like dance to me.’ ‘And anyway, why do you have to say it like that? I’m not a stripper,’ I say exasperatedly, completely ignoring his stupid interjection. ‘What’s wrong with being a stripper?’ ‘Nothing, I consider it at least nine times a day.’ ‘Let me know if you decide to pursue that as your career – I’d be more than happy to support you. Maybe even join you if football doesn’t work out for me.’ ‘Oh, I don’t doubt you’d support me, you pervert.’ ‘Now, you know that’s not true. I only flirt with girls that want me back. If they don’t, I leave them alone.’ ‘So why don’t you leave me alone?’ ‘Because it’s clear to me that you enjoy my flirting. You might act like you don’t, but not once have you ever explicitly told me to stop, or to go away,’ he says, and I struggle for a comeback, knowing it’s true. He might be a total dick and I might hate him, but the flirting and the attention, it makes me feel good. It’s a nice feeling, knowing that a boy who could have anyone… wants me. ‘See?’ he points out with a smirk, and I roll my eyes as he takes a sip of the vodka in his hand. ‘You need to deflate your ego a little.’ ‘You need to pull that stick out your arse.’ ‘It’s stuck up there, with your head.’ ‘Touché,’ he laughs, and I shake my head.

‘So, as I was asking before we got side-tracked, how have you been? How are you finding junior year?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why do you care, Park?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘Why wouldn’t I care?’ ‘Because we don’t like each other.’ ‘I like you,’ he smirks, head resting on his hand, arm leaning on the countertop. ‘No, you don’t, and I sure as hell don’t like you.’ ‘Why do you keep lying to me, and to yourself, y/n?’ ‘I’m not lying. Just because you’re attracted to someone, it doesn’t mean you like them,’ I say, regretting the words as soon as I see the mischievous light in his eyes. ‘You’re attracted to me?’ ‘That’s not what I said.’ ‘It pretty much is, y/n. But it’s okay, I knew that already. It’s just nice to hear it out loud. Well, I hope that’s what you were referring to, and not to me being attracted to you, because that certainly isn’t true,’ he says, my body going cold at hearing his words as my jaw drops. I turn to look at him, a shit-eating grin on his face, and I want to slap it off.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,’ I say, and he just gives me an infuriating grin. Now, let me make something clear. Park Jimin isn’t that bad. Annoying, flirty, egotistic? Yes, exactly, and everyone loves him for being the star player on the team, which makes it worse. But I can deal with him. He’s not really… the bane of my existence, or anything like that. But he is the most irritating person I’ve ever met. He’s like a chipped nail on a fresh set, or a bird chirping outside your window at 4am when you have an exam. But this? This is on another level. How, how on earth, has he managed to turn the tables onto me like this? ‘What d’you mean?’ ‘What do I me- I mean that you flirt with me every opportunity you get!’ I say, voice getting a little louder with annoyance, and he raises an eyebrow, still looking annoyingly laidback, his smirk and my anger growing at the same rate. ‘So what?’ ‘So… if you’re flirting with me that often, you’re attracted to me. You’ve made it clear you’re attracted to me,’ I say slowly, starting to wonder if I’m missing something, and his grin grows impossibly wider. ‘Just a bit of fun, isn’t it? Doesn’t mean anything,’ he says with a little shrug, and I try to hide the way his words hurt.

‘Fine. Go have a bit of fun with someone else, then,’ I say savagely, facing away from him and crossing my arms over my chest, and yet, he seems nothing but amused. ‘Don’t be like that, babe,’ he says easily, reaching for me, and I slap his hands away, ignoring the pet name. ‘No, leave me alone,’ I say sulkily, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he rests a hand on my thigh, lips twitching when I don’t brush it off. ‘Come on, baby, I was just kidding,’ he smiles serenely, and I turn a scowl to him. ‘Well, I didn’t find it funny, so go find some other girls who will,’ I spit at him, and he’s holding back a laugh, which infuriates me even more. ‘But those girls are boring. You aren’t. So stop being bratty,’ he says, and my mouth falls open slightly, my eyes fixed on his stupidly handsome face. ‘Bratty? I’m being bratty?’ I demand, and he nods, lips slightly quirked up at the ends with amusement. ‘Yes, angel, you are.’ ‘Well… you’re being a dick.’ ‘Real mature,’ he says with a roll of his eyes, and I scowl. ‘Says you, you fucking manchild.’ ‘Wow, you really are a brat. I’ve apologised, like, twice. Get over it and stop being so stubborn.’ ‘I’m not being stubborn! ‘You are.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are too.’

‘Wow, you two are children,’ Jungkook’s voice comes from beside us, and we both turn to look at him. ‘How long have you been there?’ Jimin asks moodily, and Jungkook grins, dropping me a wink. ‘Long enough to see that you two need to stop fucking around and… fuck,’ Jungkook says, and I scrunch up my nose in disgust, leaning away from Jimin. ‘Don’t ever say that again. I hate him,’ I spit out, putting emphasis on the word so he understands that I truly mean it, and he rolls his eyes again, taking a sip of his drink. ‘You don’t have to love each other. Hell, you don’t even have to like each other,’ Jin’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to him with a hard stare. ‘Seriously? Who fucks someone they don’t like?’ I say, both Jungkook and Jin laughing. ‘Lots of people, actually. Honestly, y/n, I promise you, it’s better when you don’t like each other. No strings attached, no obligations afterwards, and you don’t have to think about whether it feels good for them,’ Jungkook explains, and now my entire face is scrunched up in disgust. ‘That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. You men are disgusting,’ I say, giving Jimin a pointed look, and he gasps. ‘Don’t look at me! I’ve never done that!’ Jimin exclaims defensively, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, right.’ ‘He’s telling the truth,’ Jin says, and I turn my raised eyebrows to him. ‘Sure.’ ‘No, seriously, he never has. Everyone Jimin fucks adores him, so he’s never known the joy that is hate sex,’ Jungkook says, he and Jin laughing as I give them a disgusted look, Jimin suspiciously silent. ‘Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, come dance with us,’ a high-pitched female voice calls from the living room, all four of us looking to see a group of skimpily dressed freshmen beckoning the boys over. Jin and Jungkook waste no time, practically leaving us in their dust as they rush to join the girls.

I look to Jimin, who hasn’t moved a muscle, still with a stormy expression on his face. ‘Well? Go dance with them,’ I prompt, and his features smooth out before a small smirk curls his lips up. ‘I’d rather stay here, babe, with you,’ he says, and I grit my teeth, trying not to swing for him. ‘You didn’t hesitate to leave me earlier for that sophomore,’ I say despite myself, knowing I sound petty, and he chuckles. ‘Jealous, baby?’ he asks, and I let out a sigh, having had enough. ‘If you’re not going to go, I’ll go,’ I sigh tiredly, getting up from my stool, and heading towards the living room. He grabs my hand as I pass him, turning me around to face him, and I want to pull my hand out of his grasp, but the second I turn to see those big brown eyes on me, I freeze. And I hate it. How can he be such a dick to me all the time, so flirty but then so cold, and I forgive him every time because he’s handsome? How? ‘What do you want me to say, y/n? That you’re prettier, way prettier than the sophomore girl, and those drunk freshmen dancing in the living room? That you’re prettier than every girl in this damn house? Is that what you want?’ he asks, actually sounding sincere for once, and my heart jumps at the compliment. I hate it. I hate him.

‘No. I want you to leave me alone,’ I spit, wrenching my arm from his grasp, and he lets out an amused chuckle. ‘Good, because I hate lying,’ he says with an easy grin, and that little voice in my mind just says, ‘oh’ as I stop still. ‘You know what? Fuck you,’ I whisper, feeling tears in my eyes as I turn away from him, ready to go home. ‘You should be more polite, angel,’ he calls after me, and I can’t help myself, turning to look at him. ‘What?’ ‘I said,’ he replies, getting up from his stool before downing his vodka (I hope it’s mixed with something because he doesn’t wince at all), making me wait until he says, ‘you should be more polite. A request like that? You could at least say please.’ My blood boils, anger actually consuming me as all I can see is red, and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face. ‘You’re such a fucking dick, Park. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,’ I rage, stepping closer to him, and he just carries on grinning at me. ‘Go on, babe,’ he says when I’m silent for a moment, jutting his chin out to prompt me, and I want to actually slam his head into the wall. ‘Just fuck off. I can’t deal with you right now, go find someone who adores you so you can stick your tiny dick down her throat,’ I spit at him, his face twisting with anger at me using his friends’ words against him (or at calling his dick tiny – I’m not sure which), and I stomp towards the back door.

I push open the door, storming through and narrowly avoiding colliding with a group of boys passing around a joint. ‘Oh, hey, y/n!’ Taehyung exclaims when he sees me, a big grin on his face. ‘Hi, Tae,’ I say quickly before rushing up towards the road, pulling my phone out of my pocket to order an Uber. ‘You’re leaving?’ I hear Jimin call after me, and I let out a scream of rage, whirling around to face him. ‘How many times do I have to tell you to leave me the fuck alone?’ I shriek, the few people outside watching us with interest, Jimin marching up towards me. ‘No, you don’t get to say your piece and leave,’ he spits out, jaw clenched in anger, and I look skywards, throwing my hands up in despair. ‘Say what you want to say, then. Go on,’ I prompt, voice shaking with anger.

‘You’re such an uptight little bitch, y/n. You fucking mope around in the kitchen at parties, don’t touch the drugs and barely drink, thinking you’re so high and mighty and above the rest of us. You can’t even take a fucking joke and you turn it into something serious by fucking insulting me!’ he shouts, and I’m a little shocked and a lot hurt, the people around letting out little noises of embarrassment on my behalf. ‘Are you kidding me? Just because I don’t turn into a messy fucking disgrace at parties, doesn’t mean I’m uptight!’ I shout back, taking a step towards him, and he lets out a humourless laugh. ‘See? There you go again! It’s called having fun, y/n, you should fucking try it some time!’ ‘I have fun, you dick!’ ‘Yeah, okay, sure you do. You were sat by yourself at a party. Do you know how sad that is? And me, being the nice guy I am, come to sit with you to talk, and you’re just fucking rude to me!’ ‘Nice guy? You have to be joking! You’re not a nice guy, and you never have been! You’re entitled and egotistic and can’t keep your dick in your pants! You can’t take a hint, and even when I tell you explicitly to leave me alone, you don’t!’ I shout, both of us moving closer and closer to one another. ‘I’m trying to be nice, for fuck’s sake! I don’t understand why you tell me to leave you alone!’ ‘I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to accept the fact that I. Don’t. Like. You,’ I say in his face, emphasising every word, hoping he finally gets the message.

‘You fucking liar,’ he says lowly, taking another step closer to me, centimetres apart from me. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I said that you’re a liar. You do like me,’ he says, eyes dark as he looks at me, and I scoff, trying to ignore how tense I am now that he’s this close to me. ‘I promise you, I really fucking don’t,’ I laugh, our voices much quieter now, everyone around us still watching the exchange, straining to hear our words. They must be confused to see a girl not falling at the feet of great Park Jimin for once. ‘Stop lying, for once, y/n! Discard your pride, for fuck’s sake! You think I’m stupid?’ he asks, getting even closer to me, so close that his chest brushes against mine, my skin igniting at the touch, and I curse my body for betraying me. ‘You think I don’t see you literally fighting the smile off your face when I compliment you? You think I don’t feel the way you shudder when I touch you? You think I don’t notice how you lean towards me when we’re sat together? You think I don’t see the way your breath catches in your throat when I talk about the things I’d do to you? And it’s sexy, it’s really fucking sexy, and it’s so fucking hot when you play hard to get,’ he whispers, his tone harsh but his words making my entire body feel like it’s on fire because, yes, I fucking hate him, but God, he’s hot as hell. And then he makes me want to strangle him by saying, ‘but you ruin it by being so fucking uptight and taking a stupid little joke to heart.’

I let out a disappointed sigh, opening up the Uber app on my phone. ‘y/n. What the fuck are you doing?’ he asks, an edge to his tone, and I ignore him completely. ‘Are you ordering a fucking Uber?’ he demands, sounding incredulous, and I continue to ignore him, knowing it’ll piss him off even more. ‘I’m trying to fucking speak to you and you’re ordering an Uber? Can you stop being so fucking immature and, like… talk to me? Put down your fucking phone, y/n,’ he says slowly, and I can practically sense how he’s trying so hard to keep a hold of his temper – I can see him clenching and unclenching his fists, the vessels in his hands more visible than ever. And then he snatches my phone out of my hands. ‘Wha-’ I start to say, looking up at him, but I’m startled into silence when my eyes meet his. I’m good at riling him up from time to time, but I have never seen him this angry, not even when he’s playing football. His eyes are dark, cheeks flushed with rage, jaw and fists clenched so tight that I’m worried he might shatter a bone, and I actually feel scared. ‘Give me my phone back, Park,’ I say tiredly, and he lets out a mirthless laugh before turning away from me and heading back towards the house, tucking my phone into the back pocket of his tight black jeans.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I say before following him – I’ve got too much pride to run after him, especially in heels because my clumsy ass will fall over. ‘Park, I swear to God,’ I call after him, the onlookers laughing. I’m glad they find it funny – I’m just tired, fed up and I want nothing more than to go to bed. He disappears into the house, and I speed up a little, knowing if I lose him, it could take ages to find him in that huge ass house, packed full of people. ‘y/n, babe, wait,’ I hear Yoongi say as I pass their group again, feeling him grab onto my hand. ‘Yoongi, not now. He’s got my phone.’ ‘I know. He told us to distract you,’ Yoongi admits, and I let out a noise of frustration as I pull my hand from his grasp, rushing into the house before another of them can grab me, narrowly escaping Tae’s reach. I see him disappearing into the living room, and rush through the kitchen, pushing through the few people stood around the counters, but I freeze when I reach the living room door. A load of ASP boys are lining up coke on the coffee table with their credit cards, Eric Nam who lives in our accommodation block is passed out at my feet, and a group of girls from the sorority up the road are grinding on each other in the middle of the room, Jungkook in the thick of the throng with his hands on Nayeon’s waist. My eyes scan the room, and I spot jet black hair disappearing into the front hall. I seriously consider just leaving my phone and getting Namjoon to call me an Uber, but my passcode is basic as hell (123456) and I don’t need Jimin snooping around my socials. Or worse – my camera roll.

I step over Eric, narrowly avoiding Momo’s hands stretched out to grab me and dance with me, and sidestep the table covered in coke, bursting into the front hallway where Seulgi stands with Kai, one of the spotters on our cheer team. ‘Hey, babe!’ Seulgi exclaims when she sees me, and I grin at her, momentarily distracted from Jimin. ‘Hey, Seulgi. Hi, Kai. Have you guys seen Jimin?’ I ask, both of them looking at me in confusion. ‘Park Jimin?’ Kai asks, and I nod, a little impatient. ‘He just went upstairs. Why?’ Seulgi asks as I begin to run up the stairs. ‘He stole my phone,’ I shout over my shoulder, ignoring Kai’s shout of, ‘Use protection!’ At the top of the stairs, more of my friends are sat in a circle on the landing, handing a bottle of vodka around. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Mina says when she spots me, the others all greeting me too. ‘Hi, guys. You seen Park Jimin?’ I ask, all of them exchanging a glance. ‘You two about to resolve the sexual tension?’ Dahyun asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, and I roll my eyes. ‘No, he’s got my phone.’ ‘Ooh, worried he’ll find your nudes?’ Jackson asks with a smirk, and I fix him with a hard stare. ‘He’ll never guess the passcode for ‘My Eyes Only’ so I’m not worried,’ I say evenly, and I have to hold back a laugh when the boys all exchange a glance. ‘Anyway, did you see where he went?’ I ask, getting even more impatient now. ‘He went upstairs – his room’s up there. Second door on the left,’ Jeongyeon says, everyone’s eyes turning to her now. ‘How do you know?’ Jinyoung demands, and I take the moment of them being distracted to sprint up the stairs. With every step, I feel the anger inside me grow, all of the times he’s pissed me off over the past couple years building up within me. I hate him, really fucking hate him, and this is just the last fucking straw.

When I reach his room, I don’t even bother knocking, bursting in. And when my brain registers that he’s lying on his bed, with the pretty sophomore from earlier on top of him, all I can see is red, my hands shaking with fury. She looks up at me in surprise, Jimin completely ignoring my presence and continuing to press kisses to her jaw. ‘I swear to fucking God, Park, I’m going to murder you,’ I say slowly, voice wavering with anger, and the girl has enough sense to get off him. ‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship,’ she says, sounding truly apologetic, and I feel bad for her. ‘He’s not. You’re welcome to get back to your thing in a minute – I just want my phone,’ I demand, eyes flitting to the bed where he’s leaning back on his elbows, watching our exchange with amusement. None of us say anything for a few moments, the poor girl caught in between mine and Jimin’s feud.

‘I’m being serious, Park. Give me my fucking phone before I cut your dick off,’ I threaten, knowing I’d make good of it too, but he doesn’t move a muscle, just watching me with eyes sparkling with mirth. ‘You know what? I’m gonna leave you guys to resolve whatever the hell this is,’ the girl says, heading to the door. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say, truly feeling bad, and she turns back to look at me, stood in the doorway. ‘Don’t be. I think you’ve helped me dodge a bullet. If anything, I’m sorry for you, being involved with him,’ she says quietly, making me laugh, and she laughs too. She really is a nice girl. ‘Thank you. I’ll see you around. I’m y/n, by the way,’ I say, and she nods. ‘I know. I’ve been thinking of trying out for cheer, and everyone I’ve spoken to said to go to you,’ she says, and I let out a little noise of excitement. ‘Oh, my God, you should! You look like you’d be a good flier, and we’re running short of fliers at the moment!’ I exclaim, completely distracted, and she grins. ‘I used to fly at high school, so I’d definitely like to give it a go.’ ‘That’s great. Try-outs are next Saturday, at 12, and I’ll keep an eye out for you. What’s your name?’ ‘Park Jiwon. Do I have to sign up or anything?’ ‘Well, you missed sign-ups, but I’ll put your name down. Just show up,’ I say with a grin, and she smiles back. ‘Thank you, y/n. I’ll see you on Saturday.’ ‘See you, Jiwon,’ I smile, the girl heading towards the stairs with a wave.

When I turn back to look at Jimin, he’s right there in front of me. He pushes the door shut and then slams me up against it, knocking the air out of me before pulling my shoulder bag off my arm and throwing it across the room, the chain strap making a loud clanking noise when it hits the wall. He’s so close that all I can smell is him – the vodka he’s been drinking, his expensive aftershave and… something that’s just him. ‘You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous, and angry with me. Love getting you all worked up, baby,’ he spits out, voice so low it sounds like a growl, and I’m speechless, literally speechless, his words igniting a fire low in my stomach. ‘You had plenty to say earlier, babe – why so quiet now?�� he asks, eyes dancing with amusement, and I look to the side, unable to hold his heavy gaze. ‘Don’t even think of turning your head away,’ he spits out, my stomach turning when he raises a hand to my chin, moving my head back to face him so my eyes can’t escape his. He holds my head in place, and the feeling of his hand resting loosely around my neck sparks arousal deep within me, my mouth drying. But I have too much pride to submit to him. ‘Give me my phone,’ I demand, and he lets out a chuckle, dark eyes not leaving mine. ‘I don’t know about that, angel. What will you do for me in return?’ he asks, pressing his body against mine so I’m trapped up against the door, and my eyes widen. ‘Nothing. It’s my phone,’ I say slowly, unable to believe how entitled he is. ‘It’s mine now,’ he grins, my mouth falling open. ‘Close your mouth before I spit in it, baby,’ he says, my mouth falling open even more in shock, stomach churning, arousal burning hot in my veins. ‘Don’t tempt me,’ he growls, pushing my mouth closed.

‘Get on your knees for me and I’ll consider giving you your phone back,’ he grins, and I can’t even say anything because he’s holding my mouth closed. ‘Is that a yes?’ he asks teasingly, and I make a noise of frustration, looking down at his hand to try and get him to move it. With a sigh, he removes his hand, and I snap, ‘get your hand off my neck, and give me my fucking phone, Park.’ ‘I always thought you’d be into choking. You seem like a dirty little slut,’ he grins, hand still not moving, my underwear flooding at his words. ‘I swear, Park, I will fucking kill you.’ ‘So you really, truly want me to let go of you? You really want to just get your phone and go?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, testing me. And I can’t, I just can’t discard my pride – it’s too painful for me to concede to him. ‘Yes,’ I spit out, and his face twists with anger.

‘What is wrong with you, y/n? Why can’t you just fucking let go of your pride for once? I know you want me, I’m not fucking stupid! We’re both attracted to each other so why can’t you just stop fucking around and let me fuck you? I’m not going to do anything without your fucking consent, y/n, I’m not a fucking rapist! Why are you making this so fucking hard for me?’ he demands, rage making his voice shake, and I don’t know what to say. ‘I…’ ‘You what? Go on, fucking speak,’ he prompts, jaw working overtime as he waits for me to answer, hand still resting around my neck, his silver rings cool against my burning hot skin. ‘I do like choking,’ I breathe out, giving the only form of consent to him that my pride will allow, his face blank for a moment. ‘What?’ ‘I said… I do like choking,’ I whisper, his eyes lighting up slightly. I hold a finger up against his lips to stop him explicitly asking, hoping he’ll understand from my gaze. ‘Sure?’ he asks, plump lips moving against my finger, my heart warming at him double checking, and I nod. ‘I’m sure,’ I whisper back, and that’s all he needs to hear.

His hand tightens at my neck as he leans down, lips landing on mine. He kisses me, harshly, forcefully, his tongue sliding into my mouth within moments, turning my mind to slush and emptying my head of any thoughts other than how good he is at kissing. His free hand grips my waist, bruisingly tight, as my hands run through his hair, the soft and fluffy black locks tangling between my fingers, and he tastes like the citrusy vodka he was drinking, with the sweet undertone of my coke (the soft drink – not the drug). ‘On your knees,’ he growls, and I laugh against his lips. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ he asks, sounding amused. ‘No.’ He breaks away from me, looking down at me, heavy breaths escaping through his swollen lips. ‘Wanna say that again, babe?’ he asks, his gaze intimidating, but I don’t let myself break. ‘I said ‘no’. I’m not getting on my knees,’ I say forcefully, matching his serious stare with one of my own, and he lets out a little chuckle. Hand still around my neck, he grabs my arm with his free hand and pushes me towards the middle of the room before letting go of me and sitting at the edge of the bed he was lying on a few minutes ago, another bed on the other side of the room empty. ‘Strip,’ he commands, and I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. ‘I swear to God, y/n, do not fucking test me. Take off your fucking clothes,’ he spits out, the rage from earlier reappearing, and I decide to follow his instructions, but have a little fun while I do so.

I grin at him before I slide my hands across my torso, slipping my fingers beneath my top and pulling it up over my head, slowly as I possibly can, leaving me in just my black lace bralet (my top was too thin to wear a padded bra). Once it’s off, I throw it to him, and he deflects it with a quick hand, just about stopping it from hitting his face. He sends me a hard glare (though I can see that he’s trying to hold back a laugh behind it) but it disappears the second I flick open the button of my jeans, pulling down the zip too, his gaze darkening. He’s so intimidating that I can’t help but feel self-conscious at undressing in front of him, but then I spot the growing bulge in his jeans, and it makes me feel a little better. I turn away from him, kicking off my heels, pushing my jeans down my legs and bending over to give him a view of my ass, covered by my black lace pants, and I know there’s probably a slightly darker patch between my legs. I straighten up again, stepping out of the denim pooled at my feet, and turn back to face him. He runs a hand through his hair, a smirk on his lips as he beckons me over with the curl of a finger. I step towards him and he reaches out, grabbing me by one wrist and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts his head back to kiss me again, my fingers tangling into his hair and nails scraping against his scalp as he digs his hands into my back, our bodies pressed together almost painfully. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before laving his tongue over the sore skin, making me let out a whimper against his mouth.

‘Feels good?’ he asks cockily, and I want nothing more than to take him down a peg, so I ignore him, just continuing to kiss him. ‘I asked you if it felt good,’ he says against my lips, hand reaching behind me to gather up my hair and pull my head back, exposing my neck to him. ‘And I ignored you,’ I reply, voice shaky, as he kisses up and down my neck, pulling the skin beneath my jaw between his teeth, marking me. ‘Petty… stubborn… uptight… bratty… little bitch,’ he says between marking my neck and skin around my collarbones, shaky breaths and little whines falling from between my lips every few seconds at the feeling of his tongue laving over the bruises caused by his perfect teeth and plump lips. ‘I’ll break you, y/n. You’ll be begging for my cock by the time I’m done with you,’ he says, lips curled into a smirk against my skin, and I let out a laugh. I lean down, my lips against his ear, and whisper, ‘less likely than you scoring a goal in the first match of the season. Which we all know is very unlikely.’ He scoffs, lifting me up and putting me down over his lap, my ass sticking up the air.

‘Safe word?’ he growls, sounding almost reluctant, and I feel a thrill at the thought that he’s planning on doing enough to me that I might need a safe word. I think for a moment, and his grip on my thigh tightens before he spits out, ‘hurry up.’ ‘How about… small dick?’ I ask, biting my lip to hold back laughter (I really do find myself funny), but my amusement quickly disappears when his hand delivers a solid slap to my raised ass, making me let out a small squeal of pain, and I look back at him with a glare. ‘Small dick it is,’ he says cheerfully with a grin at me before reaching out to turn my head away from him. ‘You’re being punished, bitch, you don’t get to look at me,’ he spits out before his hand lands down heavily on my ass again, in the exact same spot as the previous slap, making me yelp in pain. I begin squirming in his lap – this spanking is not it, but he holds me firmly in place, landing another slap on the same cheek, and another, and another, and-

‘Park, cut it out!’ I shriek, my ass stinging with pain, and I just know he’s grinning. ‘Safe word?’ he asks, and I bite my tongue, knowing I can’t give in this easy. ‘That’s what I thought,’ he says cheerfully, before wrenching my pants down just past my ass, his hand, spread wide, to land across both cheeks with every slap. I squirm on his lap, still trying to escape, but he’s strong, holding me still and spanking again and again. And then the pain begins to ebb away into pleasure, my yelps of pain becoming desperate whimpers, my pussy practically drenched. With one slap, his skin is inches from the place I need him most, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. ‘Enjoying being spanked like a dirty little bitch?’ he asks, stopping the tirade of slaps on my ass, but I stay silent, too proud to admit to it. The spanks continue with my silence, my ass burning with the pleasurable pain, and when he’s finally deemed it enough, he rubs a hand over my cheeks, the metal of his rings providing relief for my stinging skin.

‘You okay, y/n?’ he asks, momentarily breaking from his hard demeanour, my heart warming despite myself. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I reply, sounding breathless to my own ears, and he chuckles. ‘You took your punishment well, for a little brat. What do you want now, babe?’ he asks, and I’m silent, too proud to tell him. ‘Well, you’re obviously deciding to be a stubborn little bitch, so we can sit here like this all night,’ he says, and I look up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking relaxed and smug. I let out an annoyed huff, looking back at the ground, and I wait a few moments to say, ‘touch me.’ ‘What was that, angel?’ he asks, hand beginning to rub over my sore ass again, reliving some of the pain, and I sigh. ‘Touch me.’ ‘I am, baby,’ he replies easily, hand continuing to skim over my stinging skin, and I let out a frustrated whine. ‘You know what I mean, Park!’ I exclaim angrily, and he chuckles. ‘I’m not sure I do, babe. Spell it out for me,’ he prompts, endlessly amused, and I clench my jaw in anger. ‘Can you touch my pussy?’ I snap, and he chuckles, making my blood boil. ‘Can I touch your pussy…?’ he asks, and I let out another angry noise, not wanting to be polite to him at all. But he’s completely silent, waiting for me to speak, and I give in, spitting out the word, ‘please.’ ‘Good girl,’ he compliments, voice soothing, but his hand doesn’t move from my ass. And then he says, ‘but it took too long.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me? If you’re not going to fuck me, Park, I’m leav- oh! Oh, God,’ I moan out, my angry tirade cut off when he pushes two thick fingers deep between my folds, stretching me out almost painfully. My walls clench around him as I whimper, my slick coating his hand. ‘So fucking wet for me, oh, my God. Does being a bitch to me turn you on, angel?’ he asks, but it seems he doesn’t require an answer, pushing one of my legs off his lap to give him better access to my pussy, my foot on the floor to stop me from sliding off him. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, fast, and my head falls down as I let out a loud moan because, God, he’s good, better than I could’ve imagined. ‘So tight,’ he groans, as I throb around his thick fingers, my hips rolling back unconsciously to meet the thrusts of his hand. I can feel my high nearing quickly, the spanking and teasing making me desperate, and his fingers are so fucking good. And then his thumb begins to rub at my clit harshly, forcing a startled moan out of me, and I’m so close, twitching around him as my entire body tenses.

And then he pulls his fingers out. I let out a frustrated whine, eyes prickling with tears as he chuckles, leaning down and holding his slick covered fingers in front of my face. I refuse to take his fingers into my mouth, lips sealed shut, and he sighs, before his other hand lands a harsh slap onto my swollen pussy. I let out a shriek of pain, but he doesn’t relent, landing more heavy slaps onto my sensitive folds, pulling pained moans from my mouth. ‘Stop making this so hard for yourself,’ he says through gritted teeth, and I reluctantly open my mouth, his fingers instantly slipping between my lips, the slaps ceasing as I lick his fingers clean of my arousal. ‘Look at you, being a good little slut for me,’ he says with satisfaction, making my blood boil, and I can’t help but bite down on his fingers, not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough for it to shock him. He jumps, making me grin in satisfaction, before ramming his two fingers back between my folds. I let out a loud moan as he pumps in and out of my pussy, the pleasure rolling over me in waves. The rough pads of his fingers brush against my walls, thumb nudging at my clit as I let out moan after moan, feeling my orgasm build back up. I clench around him even tighter, twitching against his fingers, and it’s like he’s already managed to identify when I’m close, pulling his fingers away at the last second.

‘No, please,’ I whine pathetically, bucking my hips up in frustration, and he chuckles. ‘It’s a bit late for ‘please’ now, babe. You can beg better than that,’ he prompts, and I want to cry, so desperate for a release that I give in, swallowing my pride to force out some desperate words that might persuade him. ‘Please, Park, please make me cum. I need it, I need it so fucking bad, need your fingers or your mouth or your cock, anything. I just need to cum,’ I beg, and he’s silent for a moment. ‘God, that’s fucking hot, y/n. But…’ he says, making me tense at the thought he’s not going to give me what I want. ‘Your begging means nothing – you’re just saying what you think I want to hear. You need to earn it, angel,’ he says, making me whine in frustration and thrash on his lap. I’ve had enough now – my vibrator can probably do a better job than him, and Jennie will be fast asleep now (she could sleep through an earthquake). ‘Call me by my name,’ he says, breaking through my anger, and I freeze. ‘What?’ ‘I said to call me by my name. You’ve only ever called me Park. If you swallow your pride and call me ‘Jimin’… I’ll make you cum as many times as you want,’ he says, and it sounds simple enough, tempting enough.

But I’m not giving him what he wants.

‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Okay,’ he says simply, his fingers sliding back in easily, making me shudder. His fingers pump in and out of me, furiously fast, as his thumb rubs against my clit, my mind numbing with pleasure as I let out moan after moan, unable to stop myself, and I know I must be so loud right now, loud enough for my friends on the floor below to hear, but I don’t care. He curls his thick fingers, brushing against the soft spongy spot inside me, and I let out a loud whine. ‘Listen to you being nice and loud for me, like a good little bitch. You’re so close, aren’t you? Can feel your tight pussy clenching around my fingers. You’re gonna cum soon, right?’ he murmurs, fingers fucking into me relentlessly. ‘Call me Jimin. Swallow your pride, call me my name, and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers, as many times as you want, baby. Just call me Jimin,’ he says, voice so soothing that I’m almost persuaded, but no. I’m too proud, too stubborn. I bite down on my lip to stop myself, and he sighs. ‘Such a stubborn little bitch,’ he says, almost disappointedly, pulling his fingers out from me, and I let out a shriek of frustration.

‘Fuck, please, Park! Please let me cum, please! I’m so fucking desperate, need to cum so bad!’ I cry out, words slurred as my eyes fill with tears, vision blurring. He’s silent, just listening to my desperate begging, before plunging his fingers back into me, making me moan. And then he stops, fingers stilling inside me. ‘Park, please, feels so fucking good, please!’ I beg, his fingers continuing to thrust into me when I begin to speak, but stilling when I stop. ‘Please, Park, I need it, need it so fucking bad,’ I whine, and it’s an endless cycle, his fingers only moving when I speak, and stilling when I fall silent. I fall into a repeated cry of ‘please’ again and again until my throat is hoarse, his fingers bringing me close to the edge before he pulls out, yet again. ‘Oh, my God, Park, please make me cum! Please, I need it so bad, need to cum so bad,’ I beg pathetically, and he chuckles. ‘Not until you break,’ he says, pushing his fingers into my swollen pussy again. And he’s ruthless, relentless, fingers fucking into me so fast, so hard that it hurts, hurts so good, and I’m moaning out, loud and desperate. ‘Say it, baby, swallow your pride and say my name like a good girl. I can make you feel so good, angel, so good. Fuck you all night, eat this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Just say my name, swallow your pride. Come on, babe, say my name,’ he murmurs, soothing voice mixed with how good his fingers feel fucking into me and his thumb rubbing at my clit that the prospect of not finishing, makes my eyes fill with tears. And I’m so close to breaking, so close. But his fingers disappear.

He lifts me up, moving my weak body to straddle one of his strong thick thighs, the material of his jeans against my pussy making me whimper. My hands grip onto his shoulders to support myself, and when my eyes meet his, I nearly cum from that alone. His eyes are so dark, impossibly dark, blown wide with lust, his hair a mess from him running his fingers through it, his lips swollen and shining in the low lamplight, skin flushed and hot. He looks so fucking hot. ‘Ride my thigh,’ he whispers, and it takes every last bit of my willpower to shake my head, no. ‘Such a fucking brat,’ he spits before he begins bouncing his thigh. I let out a strangled moan when my pussy rubs against the sturdy denim of his jeans, head lolling back, and he quickly grabs my waist to stop me from falling off his leg. He doesn’t stop, and I’m bouncing on his thigh, moans falling from my lips with every jolt, his eyes latching on to my breasts which bounce right in front of his face. ‘Fuck. So fucking hot,’ he says, hand wrenching down the centre of my bralet so my breasts fall out, straps digging into my shoulders. His plump lips attach to one of my nipples, waves of bliss washing over me at the mixed sensations, heightened when he reaches a hand down to rub my clit slowly. ‘Look how good I’m being to you,’ he says against my nipple, his saliva sliding down my breast as he speaks, ‘making you feel so good, angel. And you can’t even say my name. It isn’t that hard.’

I ignore him, focusing on keeping my orgasm at bay – I’d rather feel the pleasure of now for hours than have one more orgasm denied. ‘Say it,’ he says, moving to the other nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud before sucking it. ‘Fuck, please, Park.’ ‘Say it, angel.’ ‘Oh, God, feels so- oh! Fuck.’ ‘Come on, y/n. Just say my name, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. You’re so close, I know you are. You’re gushing all over my thigh, can feel it through my jeans. Just say it, babe, and I’ll let you soak my thigh with your cum. Say it, angel. Swallow your pride for me, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good, fuck you all night long if that’s what you want.’ And I feel my high nearing, feel the knot in my stomach tightening, and I’m so close, so fucking close that I just can’t, I can’t lose it.

And I break.

‘Fuck, Jimin, please, make me cum, I need it,’ I cry out, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as I moan his name again and again, unable to stop because of how fucking good he feels. ‘Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers, and the second I hear him give me permission, I’m falling over the edge, crying out his name as I cum all over his thigh, shuddering as he continues bouncing his leg, thumb rubbing at my clit to prolong my high. ‘Such a good girl, so fucking good for me, angel,’ he whispers soothing words as I come down, his hands on my back gentle and comforting. The exhaustion that comes after my orgasm is heavy, making me fall into him, and he chuckles, holding me as I try to get my breath back, hands on his shoulders.

‘Are you too tired? You wanna stop?’ he asks, and I push myself off him with effort, trying my hardest to stay upright when I land on my feet. I pull my pants back up, and my bralet too before dropping to my knees (I hate being naked while I’m sucking someone off – it’s weird, but I hate being… on display). His eyes darken the second I hit the floor, and he can’t stand up quick enough, unbuckling his belt in record time. I pull his black jeans down to his ankles and he steps out of them, and he pulls his white t-shirt up over his head, throwing it over his shoulder as he steps out of his jeans, kicking them away. And then I pull down his boxers, leaving them bunched up at the top of his thighs, and my heart skips a beat, my eyes widening and my mouth watering at how beautiful he is. His legs are long and toned and his skin is tan and clear, pulled over hard muscles and a full six pack, his abs rippling as his long, thick length stands up against them, rock hard and leaking with precum. I spit on his dick, his breath catching in his throat at the contact, before I use my palm to spread my saliva over his length, his hips bucking. He’s so sensitive, reacting to my every touch, and I almost feel sorry for him, thinking how long he must have been hard. And he’s so big, so thick, with a beautiful fucking curve, that I actually wonder how the hell I’m supposed to get more than just the head of his cock in.

Without wasting time, I lick the tip, revelling in the shaky breath that falls from his lips, his salty precum spread across my tongue. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, kitten licking his tip, occasionally swirling my tongue around the head, exhales and gentle groans escaping from his lips. He soon gets impatient, gathering my hair up in one hand and trying to push my head further down onto him, but I resist his force. ‘Stop fucking teasing, y/n,’ he spits out, making me grin to myself, and I don’t waste another second before sinking down onto his length until he hits the back of my throat, the boy letting out a strangled moan as I begin to bob my head up and down. I can’t get my lips to the base of his cock, and my jaw quickly begins to ache, because he’s just too damn big, gags being forced from my throat every few seconds. I take him out of my mouth, placing my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock to relieve myself of having him in my mouth, but he’s quickly bucking his hips, desperate to have my lips around him again. I look up at him through my lashes as I swirl my tongue around the tip before slowly taking him in as far as possible, gagging around him, and when he hits the back of my throat, his head falls back, a desperate moan of my name falling from his lips, the sound rushing straight to my core.

I slowly build up my pace, steadily bobbing my head up and down, taking him in further each time. ‘Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking good at this, oh, my God. So fucking good, angel, such a good little cockslut for me,’ he groans, hips bucking and making my eyes water, not to mention how hard he’s tugging on my hair, but his moans spur me on through the pain. And I just as I’m beginning to adjust, nearly getting him into my throat, he loses his patience. He starts thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with the hand he has fisted in my hair, and all I can do is grab onto his thighs as he fucks my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so good. My perfect little whore, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says, thrusting particularly hard and prompting a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘So sexy,’ he whispers, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him thrust faster. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbling around my mouth and dripping down my chin and neck.

And then there’s a knock at the door, followed by, ‘Jimin, you in there?’ Jimin stills completely and opens his mouth to reply, but I get an idea, deciding to get my revenge for all the edging. I bob up and down on his length, furiously fast, hands playing with his balls, and a strangled groan falls from his lips, panic in his eyes when he looks down at me. ‘y/n,’ he says, almost pleadingly, and I look up at him innocently, as the door opens. I take his dick out of my mouth, looking around Jimin to see Hoseok stood in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight with Namjoon stood behind him, quickly clapping his hand over his eyes when he sees us. ‘I…’ Hoseok says, Jimin sighing before looking at him over his shoulder. ‘Yes?’ ‘Sorry. But I did ask if you were in here,’ Hoseok says, eyes flitting to me, and I can see him holding back a laugh when I grin at him mischievously. ‘Please, Hobi, just get what you need, and go,’ Jimin says tiredly, Hoseok nodding as he darts in, grabbing a charger from what must be the other bed which must be his, before darting back out, dropping a wink at me before he shuts the door.

And Jimin looks down at me, his gaze making my stomach turn. ‘Get up. Now,’ he spits out, and I rise up from the floor as slowly as possible as he pushes his boxers off, leaving him stood in all his glory. He’s so fucking beautiful, an absolutely Adonis – his body is perfect, like it’s been carved by the Gods. He rips my pants off as he reaches around me, unclasping my bralet with unmatched expertise, pulling it off my arms, and throwing both items over his shoulder. He grabs me by the neck, forceful but not violent, and walks me backwards to his bed, pushing me down and climbing over me. ‘You think you’re funny, huh?’ he demands, no regard for how tight he’s gripping my throat, and I grin, enjoying how pissed off he is. ‘We were doing well, and you just had to fucking ruin it,’ he spits out, entire weight on me, and I struggle for air, the lack of oxygen making my head spin pleasurably. ‘You like being caught in the act, huh? Like being a dirty little bitch and being on your knees for me in front of my friends? Or d’you just like pissing me off?’ he demands, eyes dark with anger, veins in his neck corded tight. ‘Like… pissing… you off. Thought… we could… try… hate… sex…’ I breathe out between deep inhales, desperately trying to take in enough air, and he smirks. ‘Thought you’d piss me off, so I’d hate you?’ he asks, and I grin as best as I can, eyes watering. He reaches down and grips his cock in one hand, running his length along my folds teasingly, sending little waves of pleasure through me. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ I whisper, my hoarse voice making him loosen his grip slightly, a smirk stretching his lips out. ‘That’d be mean, right? After how good you’ve been for me?’ he says sarcastically, eyebrow raised, and I fix him with a glare, his hand tightening again, rings digging into my skin. ‘Beg, bitch,’ he spits harshly, and I’m silent, our eyes locked together. ‘I could cum just like this,’ he says, still running his cock across my folds, and I sigh, the thought of him not fucking me making me snake my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to press my lips to his ear and whisper, ‘Fuck me, Jimin, so hard I can’t fucking walk, for as long as you fucking want. Fill me up with your big fat cock until I can’t breathe. Don’t care about me – I’m just a slut for you to use for your own pleasure, a whore for you to fill with your cum until your balls are empty.’ My words make him gulp, eyes blown wide with desire, and I press my lips to his, speaking against his mouth:

‘Fuck me like you hate me.’

He plunges all the way into me, both of us moaning, ‘fuck’, drawing the word out until he bottoms out, and it’s so fucking good. He’s so thick, the stretch burning deliciously, the curve of his cock having him fill me up perfectly, brushing up against my spongy spot without even meaning to. He doesn’t give me even a second to adjust, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, both of us letting out moans at the feeling. He sets a bruisingly fast pace, the bed hitting the wall with each strong thrust of his. ‘So fucking tight. Gonna stretch you out with my fat cock, gonna ruin you for everyone else,’ he growls, forcing the words out with effort, his energy being taken up by thrusting into me, and it’s euphoria, absolutely euphoria. ‘I’d… like to see you… try,’ I breathe out between moans, and he chuckles, hammering into me, heavy balls slapping against my skin. ‘I already broke you, angel – don’t make me embarrass you by doing it again,’ he growls, hand still tight around my neck, my hands on his back, nails digging into his skin, hard. He grabs one of my legs, lifting it to rest on his shoulder, and he goes even deeper than before, my eyes rolling back into my head at the feeling of his cock dragging against my walls.

Obscene squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room with my moans and whimpers, his groans and grunts, the smell of sex thick on the air as he abuses my pussy, pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow, and all I can think is, ‘why the fuck haven’t we done this already?’ ‘Fucking gushing around me, soaking my bed like a good little slut. Gonna smell like you for days – my other bitches will know I’ve had a cock-hungry whore in here,’ he moans against my ear, rage filling me at the mention of other girls, and I can’t help myself. I slap him around the face, and he just grins at me, cheek reddening, not ceasing his thrusting. ‘Jealous? Don’t worry, baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had. I’ll ruin you, but you’ve ruined me. Only want your pussy from now. Want you to be my good little bitch, my sex toy,’ he grunts, cock hammering into me relentlessly, my walls clenching around him. ‘Only if you eat my pussy with those pretty lips,’ I whisper with a grin, and he chuckles, smirking. ‘Can’t wait to taste your pussy, angel. But let me fill it with my cum first,’ he breathes out against my neck, making me moan, before he practically pushes me down into the mattress, cock pounding into me bruisingly hard.

‘So fucking tight around me, baby, like you’ve never been fucked. Your cunt was made for me, huh? Scream my name out, babe. Let everyone in the damn house hear how good my cock makes you feel,’ he prompts, and I can’t help but do as he says, head thrown back into the pillow as he repeatedly hits my g-spot, crying his name repeatedly like a mantra. And I can feel my orgasm approaching, my walls clenched around him, my nails raking down his back, moans falling from my mouth again and again. ‘You gonna cum for me, baby? Come on, want you to soak my cock like a good little slut. Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers against my ear, hand snaking down to rub at my clit, other hand still tight around my neck, pushing me down into the mattress, and I feel the knot in my stomach tightening, head full of bliss. And then he hits the spot inside me head-on, and I reach my high.

I scream out his name, so loud it feels like it’s being ripped out of throat, my own voice ringing in my ears as I cum around him, gushing out release, walls clamped around him so tight he can’t move, and so he rubs at my clit to prolong my orgasm. Never have I felt an orgasm this intense, never felt pleasure like this, and my vision becomes blurry as the tears run down my face, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back into my head and nails raking down his back, breaking the skin. And when I begin coming down, my walls loosening around him, he starts chasing his own high, with no concern for me at all. He slams into me, again and again, the bed probably leaving dents in the wall every time it bumps against it, and the overstimulation is too much, making me sob. But he doesn’t care, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other one still around my neck as he fucks into me, grunts and groans falling from his lips, and when my vision clears, I nearly cum again at the sight of him.

His black hair is pasted to his head with sweat, his skin completely drenched and glistening with perspiration, mouth wide open and letting out whispers of my name, lips swollen and shining. His eyes are dark, impossibly dark, completely blown wide with lust, and his face is flushed and contorted with pleasure. His muscles ripple with the effort of fucking me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tense and strong. He looks like sin incarnate.

And I can feel him nearing his orgasm, dick twitching inside me, and I tighten around him, digging my heel into his back to hold him place, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum in this tight little pussy. So good for me, so good,’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl in satisfaction before he lets out a cry of, ‘fuck, y/n, gonna cum!’ He buries himself deep inside me, head falling to rest in the crook of my neck, biting down on my skin as he cums, thick and hot ropes of his release painting my insides. And there’s so much of it, an endless amount of cum flooding me, and my sensitive walls fluttering around him prolongs his high, milking his cock for all he has.

Once he’s done, he pulls his softened cock out of me, moving down the bed with a grin, wanting to see his masterpiece. ‘You squirted, you know?’ he says nonchalantly, eyes momentarily flitting up from my pussy to meet mine, and I can’t mask the surprise quick enough, a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips. ‘Thought so. I’m the best you’ve ever had, right, babe?’ he asks, eyes trained on my folds, waiting for his cum to leak out of me, and I don’t reply. ‘God, after such a good fucking, you’re still a stubborn little bitch? Well, whatever. If it makes you feel better, that was the best I’ve ever had too,’ he says, and I’m silent, attempting to ignore the thrill that runs through me – he’s fucked that many girls, but I’m the best. ‘Your moans are so pretty, angel. My name sounds good on your lips,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes, dropping my head back to rest on the pillow – I’m absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally (and of him). ‘Do you always talk this much after sex?’ I ask, and he chuckles. ‘Nope. I usually give them a kiss on their cheek and send them on their way. You should be honoured you’re getting pillow talk,’ he says cockily, and I scoff. ‘Fuck you.’ ‘I just did,’ he says, voice dripping with mirth, and I roll my eyes.

And then I feel it. His cum beginning to drip out of me. ‘God, I really did cum deep, huh? Look how long it took,’ he says, words lined with fascination as he watches my pussy intently. ‘Remember when you said I’ve got a tiny dick?’ he laughs, and I let out an annoyed noise. ‘Shut up,’ I say half-heartedly, before he collects up some of his cum on his fingers, making me let out a shaky breath as I look down at him. He holds his fingers out to me, and I don’t bother waiting this time, licking them clean, and his cum is actually... not bad. Sweet and almost… fruity. But I’m knocked out of my thoughts about his semen when he licks a bold stripe up my pussy, a broken moan falling from my lips. ‘I… didn’t think my cum would taste this good. Or maybe it’s just your pussy,’ he says casually, as though discussing the taste of cocktails. ‘I think it’s your cum.’ ‘Let me test it,’ he says before delving back down for another taste of my juices, making me moan before I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling him away. ‘I’m too sensitive,’ I say gently, and he nods, moving to lie beside me. ‘It’s you, by the way. Your pussy tastes amazing. You gotta let me eat you out in the morning,’ he says, and I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow and trying to ignore how handsome he is. ‘In the morning?’ ‘Well, if you wanna stay the night, that is,’ he offers indifferently, but I can see that he’s a little nervous underneath the casual demeanour, and so am I, panicking at the prospect of this… not being just sex.

‘Where’s my phone?’ I ask, and he laughs at the swift topic change, before reaching his hand under the pillow my head is on, pulling out my phone, and handing it to me as I thank him – though I shouldn’t have to say thanks for getting my phone back. But whatever. I start to get up, slowly sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. ‘Are you leaving?’ he asks, almost panicked, and I laugh. ‘I gotta clean myself up, and go to the toilet – I don’t want a UTI. Where’s the bathroom?’ I ask, and he pulls a face. ‘It’s the last door in the corridor,’ he says, sitting up to watch me as I collect up my clothes, legs shaky. ‘You’re not gonna put those tight ass clothes back on, are you?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘It’s not like I brought a spare change,’ I say, and he laughs, getting out of bed. He goes to his wardrobe, getting out a loose black long-sleeved top of his, and then to his chest of drawers, delving deep into one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of black Nike socks and a pair of black cotton pants, holding them out to me. And I look at him, looking back at the clothes, before looking back up at him, and then back at the clothes. ‘I hope to God you’re not expecting me to wear those random pants,’ I say with disgust, and he laughs. ‘They’re brand new, I promise. Rosie bought a pack to keep here for when… hers weren’t suitable to wear anymore, and these are from that pack – they’ve never been worn. I swear. And the top and socks are mine – freshly washed,’ he says, and I nod, still suspicious, sniffing the pants when he hands them to me. They smell clean, and I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt – I’d rather not be underwear-less in a frat house. So I pull the pants on, and then his top, trying to ignore how it smells exactly like him, the nice scent filling my senses, and it’s long enough that it covers my ass completely, hem brushing against my thighs. I pull on the socks, soft material nice against my tired feet (I don’t know why I wear heels – it’s literal torture).

‘Make sure you knock – there might be someone in there,’ he says meaningfully, and I scrunch my nose up in disgust. ‘Who fucks in the bathroom of a frat house?’ I ask, and he’s silent, looking a little sheepish. ‘That’s gross. Please, don’t. I don’t want to know,’ I say when he opens his mouth to explain, and he nods, holding back a laugh. I open the door, looking down the corridor to see if it’s empty before rushing towards the bathroom. Thankfully it’s empty, so I wee and clean myself up, trying to ignore how much of a state I look. Once I’m done, I look a little more presentable, but it’s clear I’ve just been fucked, my eyes a little heavy and lips swollen, and my skin glowing. My makeup (which was a full face) is minimal now, my mascara slightly smudged around my eyes and my foundation patchy around my mouth and chin, so I blend it out as best as I can, and it doesn’t actually look that bad. The most noticeable thing is the purpling marks from his mouth, his hand and his rings around my neck and under my jaw, the ones on my collarbones hidden by his top. I run my fingers through my hair, and have it hanging around my face, not really covering the marks, but it’s the best I can do. I head back into Jimin’s bedroom, and I stifle a laugh at seeing that he’s fast asleep. And he looks really fucking cute, lips pouted, hair messy and face relaxed with slumber. How can he go from being the most annoying person in the world, to being sin personified, to being adorable? It’s obvious he was expecting me to stay the night with him – he’s on one side of the bed, the other side with two pillows, my phone sat atop them with the blanket pulled down for me to climb in.

But I can’t. I can’t stay the night and pretend like everything’s okay. Yes, he just gave me the best fucking of my life, but I’m not sure if it makes up for all the times he’s been a dick to me over the past couple years. And now, he’s expecting me to climb into bed with him, to act like we’re more than just two people who hate each other, and acted on our sexual tension and attraction to one another. Because that is all we are. But then he said things like me being the best he’s had, and that he wants to eat me out in the morning, and he’s expecting me to stay the night when he never lets anyone stay the night – everyone knows that about him. So maybe he doesn’t hate me, which is terrifying, because I cannot deal with Park Jimin not hating me.

So I have to make him hate me.

Quietly, I grab my phone, and he moves in his sleep, stirring, making me panic and run out of the room, leaving behind my clothes and shoes. I venture to the end of the corridor, ordering my Uber before looking down the flight of stairs, spotting the group of my friends still sat on the landing, Chaeyoung sat closest. ‘Chaeng, I whisper, but she doesn’t hear me. ‘Chaeng!’ I hiss a little louder, and she looks around before spotting me, opening her mouth to speak before I hold a finger to my lips. She gets up, pretending she’s going to the bathroom before rushing up the stairs. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Yeah, but I need to, like, escape. I’ve ordered an Uber, but I left my shoes in his room,’ I say, and she instantly slides off her sparkly silver sliders. ‘Don’t you need them?’ ‘Yoongi said I could stay the night,’ she says shyly, making me squeal with excitement for her, a little smile on her face. ‘You know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to leave without everyone seeing you?’ she says, and I sigh, slipping her shoes on. ‘I know, but I can’t stay. I can’t share a bed with him,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Girl, we heard everything. Everything. But staying the night is where you draw the line?’ she asks, and I nod, absolutely humiliated that they could hear. ‘Yes. I still hate him,’ I say as though it’s obvious, and she just nods, holding back a laugh. ‘Come on, then,’ she says, leading me down the stairs, and I’m so embarrassed when my friends spot me, jeering and laughing. ‘Walk of shame!’ Bambam shouts, before the boys all begin chanting it, and I cover my face in embarrassment. ‘Bye, girls!’ I call over the racket, the girls all bidding me goodbye before Chaeyoung leads me down the next flight of steps.

She turns the handle of the front door, pushing it open for me, and I quickly rush out before I can run into anyone else. ‘Thanks, Chaeng, you’re the best. I’ll drop these off tomorrow,’ I say, motioning to the shoes, and she waves my words off. ‘Just bring them to try-outs next weekend. Text me when you get home,’ she says, and I nod, my phone buzzing to let me know my Uber’s a minute away. ‘See you, Chaeng,’ I call over my shoulder, heading up to the pavement. My Uber pulls up, and I turn to wave at Chaeyoung, instead seeing her being pushed out of the way by Jin and Jungkook who are cheering and shouting at me, running over. I quickly jump into the Uber before they can reach me, telling the driver to go quickly, and he does so, leaving Dumb and Dumber in our dust. I’m silent the entire journey back, trying my hardest to stay awake, and I can feel him looking at me in the rear-view mirror, probably wondering why I’m dressed the way I am, getting into an Uber at 4am. Or maybe he knows exactly why.

When we pull up to my accommodation, the sky is already beginning to lighten with morning just around the corner, and I thank him, climbing out of the Uber and heading into the building, entire body aching. I take the lift, having to lean one hand against the wall as I walk down the corridor towards our door. And then I realise I left my bag, with my keys in them, in Jimin’s bedroom. I’d hoped to sneak in whilst Jennie was asleep, but I’ll definitely have to wake her up now. I knock on the door, not too loud because I don’t want to wake anyone in the neighbouring rooms up, but it works, Jennie instantly opening the door. And she doesn’t look like she’s been sleeping, wide awake and fixing me with a hard glare. She knows.

‘How the hell do you know?’ I ask tiredly as she moves to the side to let me in, looking me up and down. ‘Namjoon phoned me after your conversation with him, to clear the air. And halfway through our reconciliation, I can hear shouting in the background, and he kindly informs me that you and Jimin were having a screaming match on ASP’s front lawn. And then he texts me around an hour and a half later to say he’d just seen you on your knees in Jimin’s bedroom with his dick in your mouth,’ she says, voice harsh but eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘I know, I know, I’m an idiot. But I’m really fucking tired and achy so can I sleep first? I promise, I’ll let you lecture me all you want in the morning,’ I say as I collapse into my bed, and she just stares at me for a moment before nodding, a small grin on her face. ‘It’s about time you got laid.’ ‘Oh, thanks.’ ‘I want all the details in the morning.’ ‘I’m not sure you do.’ ‘Ew.’

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