#these last 5k words have been so agonizingly slow to get through

[smileinthedark]

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[kuroopaisen]

with you || kuroo tetsurou

➵ you and kuroo take another step in your relationship. 

wc: 5k

warnings: f!reader, 18+, oral, first time, cursing

a/n: hhhnnnn this is just very wholesome smut. two people in love going at it. it’s a little sugar-coated, but what else is fanfic for?  

Kuroo thinks he’ll never grow tired of kissing you.

Yes, the honeymoon period will end eventually, and these more intense kinds of intimacy will become commonplace and comfortable more than new and exhilarating.

And he looks forward to that time, but for now, he wants to indulge himself. To indulge you.

He hovers over you, the bulge of his jeans pressing against your underwear. Your sundress is hiked up to your waist and his hands are on your hips, his fingers digging in ever so slightly.

It’s a weekend in the height of summer, in the middle of your university semester. You’re home alone and will be for the next few hours. Neither of you are stupid enough to waste this opportunity.

He ruts against you, a grunt rumbling in the back of his throat. You moan softly in response, the friction against your underwear growing more pleasant with each pass.

You’d initiated this, and he always felt more confident when that was the case.

The day you first gave him a blowjob is still burned in the back of his mind. He’s still embarrassed by how quickly he lost his composure, but he’d be damned if it didn’t feel incredible. His entire body trembled for several minutes afterwards.

But his mind isn’t on that now. His mind is on you – how you taste, how you sound, how you feel.

“Tetsu…” You say his name the same way as when his face is buried in your heat, making you squirm and grip his hair. Fuck, he’ll never get enough of that.

He groans in response, rubbing his clothed dick against you once more. He regrets wearing jeans today.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you. You’re not sure where that boldness came from, but neither of you care.

His lips are warm against yours, his hot breath fanning against your cheeks, his body pressed so, so close to yours. All you can think of is him. All that exists in this moment is him.

Something in you snaps. This isn’t enough.

“Tetsu,” you mumble against his lips, pushing his shoulders back.

He pulls away from you immediately. He looks at you with a mixture of want and concern in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, a little breathless. “I’m great, I just…” You take a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to say it. To ask. “Do you… do you want to do it?”

It takes him a moment, horny and hazy as his mind is.

His eyes go wide and he parts his lips. “Like… sex?”

You stare at him, halfway between endeared and flabbergasted. “Yeah?”

“Yes!” The response is a little too quick, a little too enthusiastic. But you can’t blame him; he’s just a nineteen-year-old guy, whose just had the prospect of sex dangled in front of him. Sex, no less, with his beloved girlfriend.

You giggle, moving one of your hands to cup his cheek. “You’re such a dork.”

“And yet, you’ve put my dick in your mouth,” he grins, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Oh, shut up.” You stick your tongue out at him, but he just leans in for another kiss on the lips. You melt into it, shivering as you feel his hands move down your hips. His thumbs tease just underneath the hem of your underwear. You moan quietly, anticipation fluttering in your stomach.

You gasp suddenly, tapping him on the shoulders.

Kuroo shoots up, one hand coming to cup your face. “What’s wrong?”

“We don’t have condoms,” you breath, looking at him with pitiful eyes.

Now you’d gone and done it. You’d just proposed this and you hadn’t even thought about protection. Surely you—

Kuroo clears his throat, reaching over to his bedside table and pulling the bottom drawer out. He rummages around in there for a moment before pulling out a rectangular box.

You stare at him for a moment. “You… have some?”

He swallows roughly, averting his eyes. “Well, you know… it’s better to be prepared.”

You laugh, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

A ripple of tender emotion rushes through Kuroo’s chest as he feels his cheeks redden. Something about you saying those words, in this context, makes him want to grin like a fool.

He leans down and starts kissing your neck, revelling in the little breath of air that escapes your lips.

You legs tighten around his hips as your hands find their way to his hair. One of his hands slinks down to your ass, kneading it with enthusiasm. He struggles with the question like most, but if push came to shove, he’ll choose ass over boobs any day. But that isn’t the main thing on his mind right now.

He’s so grateful. Grateful that he gets to share this moment with you. Grateful that you two can be so vulnerable together.

He kisses down your neck, sucking on the skin just above your collarbone. He won’t actually leave a hickey – he knows that makes you nervous – but he loves how flustered you get.

You moan again, your fingers curling in his hair. This is the sort of reaction he craves. All signs that you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

He wants to hear you moan while he’s inside you.

He’s already hard – has been for a while – but that thought makes him twitch.

He fantasises about it a lot. More than he’d like to admit. He imagines it must be like your mouth, but better. Certainly better than the poor substitute that is his fist on those nights where he can’t get the image of you out of his head.

You don’t need to do much to make him hard, and you know that. But Kuroo has never pushed you, never pressured you into doing something you don’t want to do. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable.

His hands move up to your dress, tugging on the fabric lightly. “Can I take this off?”

You nod, sitting up slowly to give him time to reposition. He reaches behind you to find the zipper, fumbling a bit before managing to yank it down. Once there’s sufficient enough give, you tug it off your body and throw it across the room.

He pauses for a moment, taking in your body. He’s seen it before – quite a few times now – but he’s still mesmerised. Your bra and underwear don’t match, but Kuroo still thinks you look cute. And God, he loves your body. He really, truly does.

“Stop staring,” you laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly. You’re blushing. That just makes his heart pound harder.

“Can’t help it,” he grins, leaning forward to kiss your chest. You indulge him for a moment, letting him tease the skin just above your boobs. But, you weren’t going to let him have all the fun.

“Take your shirt off,” you mumble, pulling at the fabric meekly.

He chuckles, moving away from you to pull his shirt off and throw it in some undetermined direction before kissing you again.

Your hands move you his chest immediately, smoothing over his muscles. He shivers beneath your touch but smiles against your lips. His own hands return to your waist, moving upwards to thumb at the band of your bra.

“May I?” He murmurs against your lips.

You nod, and his fingers fly to the clasp, fumbling with for a few moments before successfully unhooking it.

You shrug your bra off your shoulders, and his hands immediately move to your breasts.

The sensation makes you gasp, your legs tensing around his hips.

Kuroo smiles, hands moving once again on your waist so he can lay you down on the bed. You comply, looping your arms around his neck.

He gazes down at you for a moment, the look in his eyes best described as total adoration. It’s enough to make you blush, despite the circumstances.

“I love you.”

His voice is so soft. So honest.

“I love you, too.” It feels so good to be able to say that freely. To say that without fear of rejection.  

Kuroo smiles, his eyes lighting up. But even he can’t take the tenderness for too long without burning up, so he turns his attention to littering kisses across your chest.

You sigh, running your hands over his shoulders. Kuroo kisses along the swell of your breasts, but he doesn’t want to linger too long. He’s too excited.

He kisses a line down your torso, and you know what’s coming. You squirm in excitement as your heartbeat begins to increase even more.

He makes a beeline for your core, pausing only at the hem of your underwear to place a few excruciating kisses just above it.

“Tetsu, please,” you whine, hands gripping at his hair.

Usually, he’d tease you more, get you to the point of begging. But he’s too excited. Too needy. But he wants to rile you up for just a bit longer.

He chuckles, turning his attention to your thighs. He starts kissing a line down from your knee, revelling in how you squirm beneath him.

“Tetsu…”

“In good time,” he chuckles, his kisses getting closer and closer to your core at an agonizingly slow pace.

You rut your hips up, trying to catch him out.

Kuroo chuckles, gripping your thighs to hold you in place. “Don’t be so impatient.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows as you groan in annoyance. You’re really, really wet – and you’re starting to ache. You need some stimulation, and quickly.

Kuroo sucks on your inner thigh for a long moment – long enough that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark.

You feel like you’re going to lose your mind from the anticipation. He’s down there, so close, his fingertips buried in your thighs, his lips leaving a tender mark…

He shifts, his face becoming level with your core.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him smile up at you. You’d steeled yourself for more of this, for more incessant teasing before he’d give you the release you wanted. But not today.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, snapping the band of your underwear gently against your skin.

You simply nod, not trusting your voice to hold steady.

He gets them off you in an instant, and a rush of air hits your core. You take a sharp breath at the sensation, which is quickly replaced by his hot breath fanning over your folds.

You shiver, your hands finding their way to his hair. You pull his head forward gently, fighting the urge to grind against his face. He gets too cocky when you do that.

He presses a kiss to your core and you gasp, your hands balling in his hair. He runs his tongue along your folds, eliciting a low groan.

“You’re so wet,” he chuckles, running his hands down your thighs and grabbing your ass.

“It’s your fault,” you mumbled, gasping as he starts stimulating your clit. Kuroo smiles against you, pressing closer to your core. He wants to get deep; deep enough to make you cry out his name.

He returns to your slit, keeping a steady pace. You loll your head back, letting your eyes flutter close. It’s such a simple movement – for now – but it feels so good. Kuroo just has a way with his tongue – and that’s magical when coupled with his need to please you.

He loves making you moan, making you squirm, making you chant his name. Half because of his pride, half because he wants to make you feel good. As good as you make him feel when you wrap your lips around his dick. The dick that was currently straining against his jeans.

“Tetsu,” you breath, your eyes trained on him as you bite your lip.

He meets your gaze, smirking. He loves it when you look at him like this; hungry, frustrated, aroused. He loves knowing that he’s the person who’s making you feel like this. Knowing that you want him.

“Yeah?”

“I-I want you… inside me.” The words fall out of you with less confidence than you would’ve liked.

But it makes no difference to Kuroo. Those words are enough to make him lose his damn mind. You’re nervous, but you want him. And fuck, that’s hot. He’s been waiting to hear those words for so long. And how are you so cute when you’re saying something like that?

“Do you want to finish first?” He asks, dipping his head back to your core.

You shake your head. The pressure is building in your abdomen, but you don’t want to come just yet. You don’t want to be too sensitive for the main event.

He nods, wiping his mouth and moving up to hover over you again. You lie back down, looping your arms around his neck.

He gazes down at you, and he swears he could cum at the sight alone.

You, laid out on the bed, cheeks flushed and eyes blown, desperate for him.

Fuck, he’s excited.

So are you. Admittedly, you’re a little nervous; he’s bigger than you, and you’ve seen his dick before. It’s not exactly little.

He hops off the bed suddenly and you frown. But he just shimmies out of his boxers – the visual is absurd enough to make you laugh – and his dick springs free. You gulp as you look at it, red as anything and crowned with precum.

Kuroo grabs a condom out of the box, ripping it open as quickly as he can.

You whine, holding out your palm to him.

He blushes as he places the condom into it, stepping forward so that his dick is within your reach.

You roll the condom down his length gently, the sensation of your fingers brushing against his shaft making him shiver.

He takes a moment to rummage around in the drawer again, pulling out a bottle of lube and quickly applying an ample amount to his dick. He read somewhere that you needed to use a fair bit of lube for a girl’s first time.

Oh fuck, it’s happening, he thinks.

Oh fuck, it’s happening, you think.

The thought plays over and over in your minds as he positions himself over you again, elbows placed either side of your head.

He’s trembling.

“Are you okay?” You murmur, rubbing your hands along his arms.

“Yeah,” he smiles at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m just really excited.”

You’re glad he’s being honest with you. And it’s nice to know that your boyfriend, king of teasing, is just as eager for this as you are.

He wants this.

He wants you.

He’s looking at you with such adoration; eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, ears burning and hair even messier than usual.

Looking at him fills you with such love. A new wave of excitement ripples through you as you remember what’s about to happen. You’re about to share a new kind of intimacy with this boy that you love so dearly.

“Are you ready?” He asks, his voice lower than usual. It’s hot.

“Yeah,” you say, a little breathlessly.

He kisses you and you melt into it. You’re happy to hand the reins over to him, to let him lead you through this. He’s just as inexperienced as you, but you imagine he’ll find it a little more straightforward.

He rubs the tip of his dick along your folds, and you moan. Two things flood his brain; the first is that he wants to be inside you. The second is that he wants to hear you make that sound again.

He takes a moment to line himself up correctly, which is easier than he thought it’d be.

One deep breath, and he pushes the tip in.

His breath hitches. This… This is good. Barely any of him is inside, but he already knows this is going to be fucking incredible.

You’re not sure if you like it, yet. It’s… new. Different.

Your hands grip his shoulders and he pauses.

“Are you okay?”

You nod.

He pushes in a little more.

Your face contorts and he pulls out immediately, a hand coming up to cup your face.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s just… A lot to take in.”

He nods, scanning your body. He’s well-aware of your size difference. While that’s cute sometimes – and he gets an ego kick from how big his dick looks in your hands – he’s also wise to the fact that it could pose a problem here.

He swallows roughly. “Do you… think you can take all of it?”

He blushes at the question. He’s usually confident in these situations, taking them in his stride despite the clumsiness that came with being inexperience. But the idea of hurting you… he’d never thought he’d be embarrassed about having a big dick.

“I think so,” you nod, meeting his gaze boldly. “I can try.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Please,” you nod You want this.

“Okay.” A long, shuddering breath and he takes his hand away from your face, getting back into position. “I’ll do it bit by bit, okay?”

He lines himself up again, his gaze trained on your face. He’s alert to your every move, every response.

He thrusts into you slowly, his tip pushing past your folds.

Your breath catches in your throat and your entire body tenses.

Kuroo pulls out again, before making another thrust. This time, a couple more centimetres of his dick edge in.

You do your best to relax around him, but it’s hard. It’s really, really tight.

Kuroo pauses, his brow furrowed. His eyes flick away from you for a moment. “Pass me a pillow.”

“Huh?” You blink at him.

“It’ll help.” He read that somewhere.

You reach over and grab one of the pillows for him. He lifts you up by your waist and puts the pillow under your pelvis.

He settles you down again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he gets back to it.

“Oh,” you gasp. “That helps.”

Kuroo chuckles, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”

You nod and he sets a steady pace. It’s still slow, but it’s very deliberate. He wants to give you time to adjust to him, to let you relax around him. It’s taking more willpower than he anticipated.

You just try and take deep breaths as he works more of his dick into you. The new angle – thanks to the pillow – certainly helps, and you feel as if you’re starting to get used to the sensation. Not totally comfortable yet, but it’s less alien.

You can feel him shuddering above you, the occasional shaky groan splitting from his lips. You lift your eyes to look at his face. His eyes are closed, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed. He looks like he’s in ecstasy.

There’s a swell of pride in your chest as you remind yourself that you are the one who’s doing this to him. You are the one making his eyes flutter close, making his whole body tremble, making moans tumble out of his throat.

Those thoughts help you relax a bit, loosening up around him.

Eventually, he bottoms out, most of his length now in you.

The feeling leaves you breathless, as if you’ve just been winded.

Kuroo feels like he’s ascending.

You stay there for a moment, bodies pressed together.

He buries his face into your neck, another shudder running through his body. “You feel so good.”

Those words, in that voice, makes you blush. “I do?”

He chuckles. How are you so cute? “Yeah… you’re so warm.”

You wonder what it feels like for him. You’re aware of a presence between your legs, but it’s not exactly the most enjoyable feeling in the world. But, it’s not the worst either. Hopefully it’ll get better.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“Is it okay if I move?”

“Please.”

He makes a tentative thrust.

“Oh, shit,” he hisses, and you feel a wave of delight spread through your chest.

“Feel good?” You tease, running your fingers along his neck.

“Yeah.”

It still feels a little weird for you, but you don’t mind all that much. There’s something of a burn to it – perhaps that’s the stretch – but it isn’t unpleasant. Just different.

He thrusts again, another string of curses falling from his lips.

It’s still a little tight because of his size, but you’re still worked up from him going down on you. That build brewing in your lower abdomen is still there, waiting to be satisfied.

Kuroo sets a slow rhythm, each thrust more confident than the last. The occasional moan of your name flutters out, and you swear you can feel yourself getting wetter each time.

He’s shameless. He really doesn’t give a shit about being quiet. You always figured he would be, given his personality.

But you didn’t expect it to be so hot. Each moan, each grunt, each curse as he fucks you, his eyes screwed shut and his brow furrowed.

You can tell that he’s lost in this, lost in you.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead against yours. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You feel yourself growing fuzzy. It’s a new feeling, but it’s not a bad one. If anything, it’s getting better.

And you’re so, so close to him. Closer than you’ve ever been before. And you like it. You like this new intimacy, this new way of loving each other.

And hearing him moan like this? It’s different form when you’re giving him a blowjob, or when you’re dry-humping. These are more ragged, rawer. 

You were the reason he was moaning like this. You were the reason his face looked like that, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly and sweat forming on his forehead.

Fuck, this is hot.

He’s getting faster. He can barely focus, his mind preoccupied with what’s happening right now. All he can think about is you. All he can feel is you.

But in his haze, he remembers that you need to be enjoying yourself, too.

One of his hands snakes down to your clit. You moan at the sensation, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He manages to open his eyes, just to get a look at your face.

He thinks it’s one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen.

He thinks you’re beautiful all the time, but this? Eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, hair spilling over the pillow? Fuck.

He wants to kiss you, but he also wants to keep looking at you.

This just feels so fucking phenomenal, being with you like this. Being so close, knowing that this is something you share. Hearing you moan underneath him, pressed so close, your legs hooked around his hips, holding him even closer…

He’s close. Too close. But he doesn’t want to go first.

So he moans into your ear, a string of almost incoherent babble.

“Fuck… fuck…” He hisses, kissing the spot where your jaw meets your neck. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You whimper at that.

“You feel fucking incredible.” His thrusts are growing sloppier, hungrier. But he keeps working on your clit, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Tetsu,” you whine in response. You want to talk back, to say something to rile him up, but you don’t know much.

“I-I want to feel you come,” he stutters, his breath ragged in your ear.  

You gasp, clenching around him. He hisses at the sensation, his movements growing rougher and faster.

“I love you so much,” he breathes, moving to kiss your mouth. “Fuck—”

“I love you too,” you manage to stutter out as the hot coil in your abdomen tightens.

Being this close to him is making you lose your mind. Knowing that you’re doing this to him, that he’s saying all these things because of you… and on top of that, he still makes your comfort and enjoyment a priority. And fuck, he sounds so hot.

The friction is starting to feel really fucking good, and his fingers are still working on your clit, and—

You cry out, your head lolling back as your orgasm floods through you.

Kuroo thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Your face, your moans, your nails digging into his back…

All that and the feeling of your walls fluttering around his dick is too much.

He’s gone.

He buries his face into your neck with a groan, chasing his high as elation courses through his veins. He doesn’t want this to end – he wants to stay in this moment just a little longer, feeling you all around him, hearing you moan in his ear, the smell of sweat and sex covering the two of you like a blanket.

You’re out of it, basking in your afterglow. You stroke his neck softly, coaxing him through the final throes of his orgasm.

He slows to a stop, resting his forehead against yours.

You both lie there for a moment, just breathing.

He’s still in you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. This is nice, too, you realise, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He hums in response. You feel… floppy. Pleasantly tired. You’re sore, and maybe even a little tingly. You’re sure you’ll feel it tomorrow, even though he’d been gentle with you.

But most of all, you feel happy.

“Was that… good?” You ask, after a long period of silence.

Kuroo takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at you. “Well, it’s sure better than my hand.”

You snort. What? What? “We have sex for the first time and that’s all you have to say?”

He laughs, kissing you.

“No!” You cackle. “You’re not getting away with this!”

He just keeps laughing, pressing his lips against yours once more.

You concede, too drowsy and content to fight it.

Kuroo pulls away, a look of blissful contentment on his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile. You mean it. But, something else is on your mind. “Did I do okay?”

He chuckles, kissing your forehead. “You did great.”

You relax a bit. At the very least, you’d made him feel good.

“Was it good for you?” He asks. Concern is laced through his voice, and that touches you.

You nod, smiling. “I think I still need to get used to it a bit, but… I enjoyed it.”

The relief that rushes through him is almost like a second orgasm. He grins, resting his head against your shoulder. “Thank fuck.”

He still hasn’t pulled out of you yet. You wonder, for a moment, if it’ll be even better next time. How long it’ll take your body to properly adjust to this.

But as much as you’d like to just lie there like this, there’s a new pressure building in your body.

“Tetsu?”

“Hm?”

“I need to pee.”

He pulls out of you with a sigh, and you miss his presence. “You’ve got to make sure you pee every time, okay?” He stretches his arms above his head, and you take a moment to admire his body. All those years of volleyball paid off. “You don’t want to get an infection.”

“That’s so unromantic,” you whine, knocking him with your knee. “I already know that.”

“I just want to make sure,” Kuroo tsked. “I’ve got a big dick, which means it’ll push more bacter—”

“Oh my God, Tetsu, shut up!”

He cackles as you rush to the bathroom, taking the moment of solitude to catch his breath.

Fuck, he can’t believe that just happened. But his body won’t let him forget. When he’d woken up this morning, he hadn’t expected to get laid. And maybe he’d thought that this’d happen at a more romantic moment.

But he doesn’t care. He’d made you come, and that was enough for him. There was a pride in that, but most of all, there was a sense of relief. And, of course, the buzz that always came from an experience like this. That feeling, and the image of you crying out is going to be burned at the back of his mind for a long time coming.

You’re crawling back into bed before Kuroo has time to process his emotions.

Kuroo holds his arms out expectantly. You settle into them, and a whole new wave of love overwhelms him.

He’s so lucky. So, so lucky.

He uses a hand to tilt your face towards him, and he peppers it with kisses.

You laugh, but you don’t push him away.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your nose. “So much.”

“I love you too,” you giggle. All sorts of emotions are running through you – a mixture of love, relief, disbelief, bewilderment. But most of all, you feel grateful. Grateful that he’s part of your life. Grateful that you get to be part of his.

He lowers his arms to your waist, holding you flush against him. He’s out of words, now. There’s not much more he can do to express how he feels but hold you close.

“I wanna nap,” you mumble into his chest.

“Get some rest,” he smiles, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” you hum.

It doesn’t take you long to doze off, the exhaustion taking over before you knew it.

But, Kuroo doesn’t let you drift off without at least one more ‘I love you.’

[just-some-random-blogger]

Here’s My Problem: I Can’t Get You Out Of My Head

Seventeen + BTS Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader Characters: Jeon Wonwoo, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Mingyu, Chwe Hansol (Vernon), Seungcheol (S.Coups), Chan (Dino), Yoon Jeonghan Summary: Wonwoo’s cold and calculating personality makes him a top detectivee. He’s currently in the middle of a murder investigation when he meets you, his favorite actress. His mind goes gooey when you’re near him though, and it messes things up for everyone. Can he deal with his dilemma? Word Count: 5k+ Warnings: Mystery, fluff, angst, detective au, actress au, TRIGGER WARNING graphic depictions of violence, stalking, killing, obessession, etc.

A/N: I’m going for that fall out boy/the 1975 kind of song title, ya feel me. And just like my Hoshi fic, I made Jungkook and Wonwoo siblings just because they have the same last name hekhek

And in case you start thinking otherwise, yall this is a work of fiction that does not represent reality at all.

Playlist:

Forget About It - All Time Low

Oh My! - Seventeen

Dream Girl – SHINee

I Love You 3000 – Stephanie Poetrie ft. Jackson Wang

Red Moon – KARD

Love U – Monsta X

Touch – NCT 127

Focus On Me – Jus2

Blue Flame – Astro

Psycho – Red Velvet

Let’s Not Fall In Love – BigBang

Slow Dancing In The Dark – Joji

Try Again – d.ear ft. Jung Jaehyun

Guess Not – eaJ

You Calling My Name – Got7

The Jeon brothers were popular in their neighborhood for being swoon worthily good looking. They were so popular in fact that girls from other schools in their proximity came around just to glimpse at them on the school bus.

The younger of the two, first name Jungkook, was an all around remarkable fellow. He was good at sports and academic, making him popular not only for his looks but as well as his athletic achievements.

The older Jeon on the other hand, Wonwoo, was far more reserved and mysterious. He excelled in his classes and was a top student in his class, but whatever loudness or extroversion his dongsaeng had, he did not possess.

It was somehow a match made in heaven for the brothers. They complimented each other and helped where they could.’

It was unsurprising the two began extremely different careers after graduating, Wonwoo having studied criminology, and Jungkook, filmography. Never did the two brothers think they would get an opportunity to work with each other having left the academic scene, until Jungkook finally got the greenlight to start production on his childhood dream project: a murder mystery film.

To be honest, it was an old, black and white mystery film that shaped the brothers into choosing their careers. Having been so fascinated with solving puzzles since he was younger, Wonwoo remembers vividly how amazed he was at how intricately woven the movie he watched with his brother was. And his said brother, Jungkook, found so much splendor in being able to watch such things, that he told himself he wanted to be someone who made those for a living.

And now here they were years later, working on a murder mystery film together.

Jungkook hired his brother to be as a specialist on set. To be honest, Jungkook thought his hyung would be a little bit more excited about it when he was going to be helping Jungkook not only live out a childhood but as well as be on set for a production he actually enjoyed the genre of.

In fact he had to beg Wonwoo to agree to work with him. Wonwoo argued he was in too deep with real life cases to be focused on the fictional case Jungkook wrote about.

And to be fair, Detective Jeon did not reach his rank for nothing, but neither did Director Jeon earn his reputation for nothing.

Still, the only reason why Wonwoo agreed to his brother because of you.

His favorite actress.

"Hyung," Jungkook calls his brother from the couch, "you should watch this drama. It's really good."

Wonwoo was too busy with his English homework to care.

Jungkook ate some chips and turned to his brother that was sat by the far off desk, "Hyyuuunnnngg!"

Said hyung grumbles, "I'm busy."

"Ya, the girl is really pretty."

"Good for her then."

Jungkook scoffs.

After Wonwoo had finished his homework, he decided to watch with his brother, not before scolding him of course. "You know, you'll be in the last year of your college soon too, so you better stop wasting your time watching dramas."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "I'm literally studying filmography. This is studying for me."

"Aish, what do I know," Wonwoo hisses, grabbing some chips from Jungkook's bag. Once he turned to the screen, Wonwoo felt his eyes widen slightly. "You're right, she's pretty."

"Right? I'll hire her for my murder mystery movie," Jungkook says, nonchalant.

It amazes Wonwoo, even after months of working behind the scenes on this film, that he gets to see you in real life.

Even right now as you acted out a dialogue with another famous actor, Kim Mingyu, it felt surreal when he remembers you're actually just a few steps away.

Jungkook was initially baffled by how star struck Wonwoo was to meet you. I mean, he expected his brother to maybe fan girl, but he flat out blanked when you introduced yourself. For the first time in Jungkook's life, he saw his brother had no wits with him. It's still so hilarious to him that Wonwoo lost his so-called mysterious grace when you smiled.

"Cut! Good take," Jungkook called. He then went over to his brother who was holding a paper bag. It was obvious to anyone Wonwoo was holding some lunch.

Jungkook smiled. He extended his hand out, clearly expecting whatever his brother bought was meant for two, "what is that?"

Wonwoo scowled and moved the brown bag away, "it's not for you."

"Aw what? You bought food just for yourself."

"No. I bought this for-"

"The country's sweetheart," Jungkook teased and wiggled his eye brows.

Wonwoo deadpans and replies dryly, "Yes. Mingyu asked me to buy the sandwich I had the other day."

Jungkook raises his brows and crosses his arms.

Wonwoo clears his throat, "and yes. I bought an extra for her. Why? Can't I?"

Jungkook sneers and slaps his brother's shoulder, "homie is whippedt, with a T."

"What are you? A prepubescent teen?"

"I am cool."

"Ya, is that the sandwhich?" Mingyu calls, suddenly near them. Wonwoo's breath hitches when you smile and wave his way.

Jungkook sniggers softly and decides to watch it play out.

"Thanks, hyung," Mingyu states. Wonwoo and he were close because Jungkook and Mingyu were friends after working so often with each other.

Wonwoo turns to you but looks away when you catch his eye. He clears his throat and finally gains the courage to turn back, "ya... I got you a sandwich too."

Mingyu, who had gotten his sandwich at this point turned to the remaining one in the bag, Wonwoo, you, then pushed the sandwich your way.

You gratefully take the bag and turn to Wonwoo with a grin, "you didn't have to get me one."

Wonwoo scratches his nape, "... the thing is, I wanted to."

Mingyu and Jungkook turn to each other with wide eyes. You chuckle and feel blood rush up your neck.

"You know actually--" Wonwoo starts but gets cut off by his phone ringing. Jungkook eyes him hotly, trying to telepathically tell him not to answer it, but Wonwoo does anyway.

Mingyu rolls his eyes as Wonwoo begins to get into a deep conversation with whomever is on the other line.

Once he's done, Wonwoo turns back to his brother and says, "there's been another murder, I have to go."

Jungkook only nods and doesn't stop him, not that he would, not thay he could. It was terrifying to know that his older brother was so close to bringing a serial killer in.

It started long before production to Jungkook's latest project began. Missing person reports for college girls began to get filled, soon after these girls would be found dead. Initially, theses cases were treated separately since the incidents were scattered all over the city and were seemingly random. It had only been a few months since authorities announced the murders were done by the same person.

It was Wonwoo who spearheaded the investigation.

Wonwoo was on his way to his car to get to the latest crime scene when he was pulled from the back of his coat.

He quickly turn to see what it was holding him back and felt his cheeks burn at the sight of you panting and smiling, "hi."

Wonwoo raises a hand.

You huff, "detective Jeon."

"Yes."

"To be completely honest with you, I'm not sure if you like me or not. You don't really pay me much attention, but when you do you're awfully sweet when you're not avoiding eye contact."

Wonwoo opens his mouth but closes it right after.

"I understand you're a very busy person, and again I'm honestly not sure if you even like me, but I wanted to aks anyway: would you accompany me to a party next week?"

Wonwoo audibly gasps to which you gasp and giggle to. At this point, Wonwoo's face is burning, he can feel it, but he manages to nod, "I would love to."

You break into a smile and nod, "okay? Okay."

"Okay."

"Okay. Next week, friday, okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay good."

tIt was honestly not tha good, considering Wonwoo couldn't stop thinking about it. How was his brain going to get through this crime scene before him when all he could think about was you. It was a real problem. Every time he looked into the room, he found something that reminded him of you, the laundry scattered in the bedroom floor, the posters of celebrities on the wall (to be fair there was one of you in the room), the trinkets on the table. Your everything was fogging his head.

He was lucky Hansol was as sharp as ever because it seems not even the putrid smells in the air was snapping Wonwoo out of his trance.

The date- was it a date (YES IT'S A DATE HYUNG -Jungkook)- came both quickly and agonizingly slowly.

Wonwoo wore a new suit he brought just for the occasion, and for that he was grateful, because this party you took him too was a lot fancier than he had anticipated. It was apparently one of those exclusive events that select people got invited to.

To say Wonwoo was intimidated and out of place would be completely accurate. He was never a party goer, even in college, but if it meant he got to see you dressed up in a rose gold dress and red lipstick then count him in.

Wonwoo tried to stay as close as you as possible-- not for any perverted reason, but so he wouldn't lose you and to protect you from anyone who would dare attempt anything perverted.

You forced him to dance though he never really danced much, but much like the reason why this party was appealing, he enjoyed dancing because of you.

Bless your soul you noticed how awkward Wonwoo looked and decided to call it quits for the dancing. The rest of the night was then spent drinking champagne in the venue's tiny balcony. It was honestly the first time you two had talked by yourself, and though it was awkward, your heart skipped at how Wonwoo described his passions with his deep voice and how he clumsily complimented you.

Honestly, you thought Detective Jeon was the most attractive man you had ever seen, both outwardly and inwardly. He had been nothing but a gentleman around you and never treated you like a distant celebrity, though the many times you've been told how much a fan of yours he was. You wanted to kiss his lips as he continued to speak, but you controlled yourself.

The most that you gave him was a kiss on his cheek when he called a cab for you. Wonwoo would've drove you home had you not specifically told him not to bring a car cause you two would be drinking.

It was still an amazing night regardless.

Page 6 of the newspapers thought so too, Wonwoo learned, as he walked into the station when he got to work.

Hansol rolled over with his office chair, wiggling his eyebrows, "how you doing there, chief."

Wonwoo pretends like he isn't all smug about it when he is, but when he thinks about how this may be impacting you, he doesn't feel smug at all, "mind your own business, Chwe."

"Ya. It is my business because you're dating my first love!"

Wonwoo snaps at him and sneers, "ya! Focus on your work."

Hansol sneers, "so protective."

Wonwoo mutes him out by putting on headphones that played the soundtrack of his favorite mystery film. As he tapped his foot to the beat, he reviewed the file of the serial murder case he was on.

There were a total of 13 victims-- that's how many films you've been in--

Wonwoo screws his eyes shut and shakes his head. That was the most inappropriate thought he could've suddenly thought of.

He reviewed the latest profile of the victim. She was in her last year of high school and played the flute. Wonwoo recalls how you attmepted to play a flute in a variety show.

Wait.

Stop it.

Shit.

Wonwoo increases the volume of his music. He reads that the victim is from your hometown. This actually makes him shiver. Wonwoo rips his headphones off and decides to take a bathroom break, taking his phone with him. This is where he sees a text message from you that reads: are you coming on set today?

Wonwoo quickly replies: yes.

Can you buy me a sandwich?

Yes.

The rest is history.

From that moment moving forward, Wonwoo's confidence is through the roof.. he not only manages to have a decent conversation with you with other, but even when it's just the two of you. He asks you out, to which you agree. He takes you to an ice skating rink, when he flaunts his skating prowess to your shaky legs. Don't tell him though, but you were faking it so that you can cling on to him tightly and closely. But no one mention either that Wonwoo totally saw through it.

Soon enough you became comfortable enough to cook to take him to your place to hangout. This was were Wonwoo finally addressed something that had been bothering him.

"Are you okay with what's happening?"

You knit your brows at his question.

Wonwoo clarifies, "I mean there are a lot of articles about us. At first it was pretty vague, but now they are mentioning my name in the papers. Are you okay with that?"

You pout and raise your brows, "are you okay with that?"

Wonwoo shakes his head, "I've never really cared about what people thought about me, only my friends and family."

You nod. Wonwoo looks in expectation. You can't help but chuckle, "if you want the truth, it's good publicity. You're a famous detective and the netizens are actually in love with you now because you're so handsome."

"... wait really?"

You pout and cross your arms, "I can't believe you're enjoying that."

Wonwoo can't help but laugh at your faintly jealous reaction. He pulls you to his chest and kisses the top of your head, "well, what I really enjoy is being close to you."

You relax against him and unwrap your arms just so you could cling on Wonwoo's torso.

"But you know what I would enjoy more?"

"Hmm?"

"...if... you became my girlfriend."

You pull away slightly and turn to him. You break into a smile, "I thought you'd never ask."

You then take his cheeks and pull him close to your face. You plant your lips on his and his pulls you closer by the small of your back. The kiss encloses the both of you in warmth. It's electric and so calming all at once. It just... feels right, y'know.

It's just pure bliss for the two of you.

At some point, Wonwoo really wasn't need on set anymore, and yet he came around to visit you and Jungkook. Who were you fooling, clearly Wonwoo came around to see you.

He would sometimes be able to take you out to lunch, depending on both of your schedules.

One this for sure was, you clearly both loved each other.

But that shouldn't have been affecting him so badly at work. It perturbed him that everywhere he went, too often even on his case that he thought of you. It disgusted him so much. He pushed all these thoughts away whenever it sprang into mind.

Wonwoo leaned back on his chair and turned from the evidence board he had been staring at for the last ten minutes, to the cup of coffee on his desk. He begins to recall one early morning he spent drinking some hot brew with you.

He smiles. Now that is a welcomed thought.

"I still don't get the correlation," Hansol spoke, making Wonwoo turn to him. He continues, "I'm starting to think that maybe the killer is just fully psychotic."

Wonwoo sighs, "the chances of him being a random picking killer is pretty slim at this point. Some of these girls are the same height and build, and some of them play the same instruments."

"Yes, but they have nothing collectively in common."

Wonwoo shakes his head, "there has to be. My gut is telling me there is."

Wonwoo's phone rings, except it's not his handphone but his work telephone.

"Hello, Detective Jeon from Seoul district 1 station."

No one replies, but there is heavy breathing from the other end. Wonwoo stands from his chair and presses the record button on his phone.

"You can't get her!" he growls in anger. He begins to scream and throw things in the background. Wonwoo pulls the phone away at the loudness.

The man on the other end heaves again. Wonwoo asks, "who is this."

"you know exactly who I am, you bastard!"

"No. If I did, you'd be in jail."

He laughs, "you think you're so good, huh?"

"Who and where are you?" Wonwoo asks, turning to Hansol pointing to the phone. He immediately understands and runs off to try and track who's calling form the other line, or at least where he is.

The man is shuddering in anger, "you will never have her. She's mine!"

Wonwoo feels bile rise from his throat, "who is she? Did you kill another girl?"

"Not yet, but I will if you don't back off. She's the only one I've actually loved and you want to take that away from me?"

"If you love her, why would you kill her?"

"SO YOU COULD NEVER LAY A FINGER ON WHAT'S MINE!"

"Women are not posses--"

"I WARNED YOU. STAY AWAY, OR SHE DIES!"

Hansol couldn't trace the call fast enough. And Wonwoo couldn't sleep that night.

This was when his visits began to lessen. He began to fully focus on his work again, no distractions, and for once, he hadn't thought of you. This was a direct consequence however of both sleep deprivation and not seeing you for a whole eight days.

The next day you visited him at work. It caused quite a commotion and Wonwoo's exhausted mind didn't take kindly to that, which was why he snapped at you and was super cold.

Hansol told him off for rudeness, but he just couldn't rest easy when he could do something at work that could help fins that lunatic serial killer. Chief Seungcheol agreed however that Wonwoo should take a break though.

The moment his head was put on straight, he felt extremely guilty for taking out his emotions on you. Wonwoo apologized profusely and of course you couldn't stay mad because you understood how much stress he was in.

But the thing was, he just couldn't get you out of his head. Again and again, everything he did reminded him of you. The evidence even lead him back to you like a compass and it was too much for him too handle.

This was exactly why it hurt so much when Wonwoo decided to let you go for the sake of the case.

He explained everything to you so neatly. "I am so madly in love with you that I see you everywhere. I see you in the sky. I see you in my coffee. I see you in the breeze. I see you in my sweaters. But I see you too in the evidence I have for the case. I see you in the files and the map board, and it's seriously messing with my head."

It was a line out of movie. It didn't mean it didn't hurt. You were crying your eyeballs out. You didn't understand what breaking up could do to help.

"You wouldn't be mine anymore, so that would incline me not to think about you."

You so badly wanted to slap Wonwoo for saying that, but you couldn't, because he was breaking up with you to catch a killer and prevent anymore murders from happening. If he was that bothered, he probably shouldn't be on the case anymore but you couldn't ask him to leave it when he was distracted because of you.

So instead, you turned away and left.

Wonwoo almost ran after you; it took everything in him not to.

"Don't worry, Jeon," Seungcheol comforted, placing a hand on Wonwoo's shoulder, "the sooner we catch the lunatic, the sooner you can get back with your girlfriend."

"Not unless I get her first," Chan from forensics chimes in, walking with new files of evidence.

"Dude," Hansol barks.

Chan gives an innocent face, "what? I'm trying to lighten the mood." He then hands the file over to Seungcheol, "here you go chief. The killer branded the latest victim's neck with three squares."

Wonwoo spins on his office chair.

Hansol knits his brows deeply, "has he done that with the other victims?"

"No. This is the first time."

Seungcheol places a hand on his chin, "wait. Why does this seem so familiar to me?"

Hansol watches Wonwoo begins to spin the other way around.

Seungcheol shakes his head and rattles his brain for some answer. He suddenly turns to Wonwoo, "ya. Do you know 'The Sleeping Tower'?"

Wonwoo turns to Seungcheol, "yeah, the killer in that drama marked his victims with three squares."

eSungcheol has goose bumps. Hansol turns to Wonwoo, "wait, what is The Sleeping Tower?"

Wonwoo says faux nonchalant, "a drama my ex is in."

Hansol pulls his head back.

Seungcheol moves to the evidence board, "wait just a second, Wonwoo. Did you say all the evidence point to her?"

Everyone shifts their attention to the chief. Wonwoo stops spinning on his chair, "are... are you telling me wh-"

"What do you see, Wonwoo?" Suengcheol asks.

Wonwoo stands form his chair and walks over. He begins to explain the correlation between you and the evidence and the... victims' personality. He argues with himself as he explained what he saw. As he pointed out one thing, he disagreed it could make sense. Wonwoo continued on like that until he actually hears himself say it. This is the first time he’s ever said all this aloud.

Hanson and Chan turn to each other in bewilderment as the detective being to point out strong points.

Wonwoo nearly falls down when he realizes it. Seungcheol turns to him, but Wonwoo's already bolted out the door.

Wonwoo is calling you nonstop. He's gripping the steering wheel so hard.

It all makes sense now. The shirts, the hobbies, the physical attributes, they were all yours. The victims had your merchandise, liked things you did, had procedures done to look like you-- they were your fangirls

And the killer was obsessed with you.

Wonwoo stepped on the gas and turned the siren on.

He screamed your name when he got to your home. You lived in a quiet apartment complex. The good thing about that is the people would be alerted by suspicious people and noise, there were bound to be at least eye witnesses, and there would be cameras in the area.

Wonwoo still had the keys to your apartment. His hands quivered as he jammed the key open.

Once he stepped in someone screamed, "YOU'RE TOO LATE!"

Wonwoo fumed as he saw a long haired man laughing as he stood an open window. He took a moment to assess that he has nothing but a twisted look on his face, he had nothing on his hands or clothes. He charged for him, which in hindsight may truly have been a bad move because he got kicked in the gut.

"I have nothing to live for anymore," he whispers as Wonwoo recoils at the assault. It enrages the detective, and it drives him with enough adrenaline that when the psychopath tires to jump out of the window, he catches him and sequentially bashes the guys face into the sill. He pulls him away and begins to assault his face.

Wonwoo is screaming with tears running down his face when it dawns to him the psychopath said it was too late. He pulls away from the knocked out man. He is shaking.

He screams your name and looks for you in every room. His mind is racing. He’s just too frantic to even begin to think what could have happened to you. He falls to his knees when he reaches the bathroom. There is red scattered everywhere and tub full of it. He makes a desperate sound.

He can't see properly from all his tears. He quickly crawls to the tub and heaves heavily when he sees the body in it.

Wonwoo's hand his trembling when he takes on of yours and feels for a pulse. His lips quiver when he can't find it. He turns to your submerged face and gently moves it to try and get a pulse from your neck. He reels back and makes a horrible sound when he finds a long slice that is gushing out red. Wonwoo at this point is sat on the wet ground, trembling with tears.

He is out of his wits.

He has no idea what to do.

He doesn't even notice that the police team is already here. The next thing he knows is he isn't in your apartment anymore. He is inside a police car, he thinks.

Wonwoo is numb to it all-- the sounds, the flashing lights.

He wonders how he wound up in his brother’s house, and how they both ended up crying in each other’s arms.

"Breaking News: After finally a week's worth of trial, the Supreme Court rules 25 year old Yoon Jeonghan triple life sentence after finding him guilty of the murder of 14 women. He admitted to his crimes and claimed they were out of love. He was a deeply obsessed fan on one if his victims, the actress who was recently given a memorial three days ago. Detective Jeon Wonwoo, who was head investor of the serial killing case, was awarded a medal of honor for apprehending Yoon, which he declined. Detective Jeon was also the boyfriend of the late actress, and was seen with his brother, Director Jeon Jungkook, at the service saying a few words in memoriam of the country's sweetheart."

[kurokoros]

thigh-highs | kuroo

Rated: M

Words: 5K

Pairing: kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: The black cat printed thigh-highs were meant to be a joke. You should have known better than to tease Kuroo.

AN: I don’t have an explanation for this other than headcanoning that Kuroo would go feral over those thigh-highs with cat faces at the top.

Warnings: smut, thigh-high kink, teasing, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm control/denial, over-stimulation, dirty talk (praise and degradation), spanking, mild choking, hair pulling, very mild pet play (kuroo calls you pet once), creampie

The black cat printed thigh-highs were meant to be a joke.

You were out shopping with a friend when you saw them, mistaking them for plain socks until you noticed the adorable cat faces that made up the cuff. Immediately, they made you think of Kuroo and his former teammates, and the urge to buy them was a whim you just couldn’t ignore.

Maybe you just wanted to get back at him for all of the times he’s teased you relentlessly over the years you’ve known him. You figured you would get one perfect look of shock from him before he’d laugh at your choice in socks, and then maybe tease you a little, but not like this.

Nothing could have prepared you for the way his gaze sharpened as soon as you walked into the room. As soon as you stepped into the living room where he was studying, wearing nothing but those cat socks and one of his old shirts, Kuroo only had eyes for you. It only took a second for his gaze to lock onto your bare thighs, a throaty, appreciative sound leaving him as he drank in the sight of you. The way his eyes widened momentarily upon seeing the cute cat faces just above your knees made you grin.

Of course, it didn’t last. As soon as you were within his reach, Kuroo’s hands were on your thighs and ass, groping and squeezing as he pulled you down to him. Your shirt was gone before you knew it, your back pressed to the couch as he buried his face between your thighs.

The black cat printed thigh-highs were meant to be a joke, but you’d be a liar if you said this isn’t exactly what you wanted.

As if he can tell what you’re thinking, Kuroo pauses.

There’s a predatory glint in his eyes when he glances up at you. Kuroo grins against the inside of your thigh, watching you with catlike interest as you take a slow, shuddering breath beneath him. The way his mouth wanders over your soft skin is almost lazy. Bored. But there’s a flicker of something unmistakably hungry in his expression when you whisper a whiny version of his name. He’s toying with you. Teasing you as he follows the hem of your thigh-highs with his lips, hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

His thumb strokes back and forth across the underside of your thigh as he hooks your leg further over his shoulder. The feel of his calloused fingers on your skin makes your legs clench around his head, but he pries them apart easily, chuckling as you moan under his rough touch.

It’s dirty, looking at him between your legs, watching as he kisses across your thigh. The way the soft fabric of your sock brushes against his cheek is almost innocent, but the wicked gleam in his eyes is anything but. The pair of cartoonish cats staring back at you on either side of his head only makes it worse. It’s absolutely sinful. And he revels in it.

“Tetsu,” you whimper, arching your back off the couch as he nips at you. Your heels dig into his back, but that only encourages him to dig his teeth into you harder. This time, you cry out louder, eyes squeezing shut at the intoxicating mixture of pleasure pain, and Kuroo’s smug satisfaction only grows with every gasp and moan that slips from your pretty mouth. “Please.”

Your fingers fly to the back of his head, fisting at his hair, and Kuroo breathes an amused sound as he releases you. There are teeth marks nettled on your thigh. You’re sure they’ll bruise later, leaving a tender spot that you’ll feel for days, but for now you just sigh as he presses a soft kiss to the spot he marked.

It would be sweet, if you couldn’t feel him grinning.

“Is this what you wanted?” Kuroo questions, tone mocking. He looks up at you from between your legs again. “You come out here in these,” slipping a finger beneath the edge of your stocking, Kuroo pulls the fabric only to let it snap back against your skin, and you jolt, “dressed like a naughty little slut. Trying to tease me.” He drags his teeth across your thigh. “Come on, kitten, you should know better than that.”

Groaning as you pull his hair, Kuroo mouths at you again. His tongue dips out to tease you, a slow lick across your skin. The cold air he blows against you makes you shiver. Content to keep making you squirm, he latches onto a spot a little higher on your leg, just above where he bit you before.

As he sucks a bruise onto your thigh and listens to you whimper, Kuroo is barely able to muffle another groan of his own. Each tremble and shudder of your legs around his head makes his cock twitch.

You had to know, he thinks. You had to know exactly what these cute little thigh-highs would do to him. He’s always been crazy about your thighs—your legs, your ass, anything he can get his hands on—and he’s not embarrassed to admit how badly those socks have him wanting to bend you over and fuck your tight pussy until you’re screaming for him. But, no, that would be too easy. He can’t give you exactly what you want when you’ve been so naughty.

He’s going to make you beg first.

You arch off the couch, gasping, “You like it,” as he trails warm, wet kisses all the way to the edge of your panties. He digs his teeth into you again, slapping the outside of your thigh as a warning. “Tetsu,” you mewl, trying to roll your hips against his mouth, only for him to force you back down. “Please. I need—” you cut off with a soundless cry when he brushes his finger against the front of your panties.

“Shit, you’re wet,” Kuroo murmurs, pressing his thumb against your clit over the damp fabric between your legs. Your thighs squeeze around his head, muscles twitching as he rubs your sensitive nerves in agonizingly slow circles. The heat of his breath fans across your damp slit, and he chuckles when you yank at his hair and dig your heels into his back, desperately trying to pull him closer, much to his amusement. “I’ve barely even touched you yet. Do you want my cock that bad? My mouth?”

You shudder hard beneath him, whining. He smirks. Another sweet kiss is pressed against the inside of your leg. “Fuck,” he groans, slapping your thigh before resuming his ironclad grip on you. “Look at you, such a needy slut.” He shoves your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. Your thighs start to clench as his breath fans over your slick folds. “Good enough to eat,” he teases you, glancing at you.

A pathetic mewl of his name is all you manage to say, anticipation making it difficult to think, let alone speak. The relentless way he teased you has you desperate for him to touch you, taste you, make you sob around his cock as he fucks you. But you’re too tongue-tied to say it.

“I bet that’s what you want,” he continues, tracing your slit with the pad of his thumb. Clear fluid sticks to his skin, and you shiver as he draws his thumb around your clit in lazy circles. His touch is too light to give you any real satisfaction. “You want me to eat you out?” Kuroo asks you, pressing down a little harder. “Make you cum all over my tongue before I fuck that tight pussy with my cock?” He laughs as you whimper. “Greedy little whore. You just can’t wait to get stuffed full of my cum, can you?”

Kuroo looks at you like he wants to devour you. Ruin you. And you’re going to let him. Ever since you walked into the room, it’s been nothing but a game of cat and mouse that you never had a chance of winning. He’s been batting you around, playing with you like you’re a cute toy he can’t wait to break.

There was just something about those cute little socks of yours. Those adorable, cartoon cats printed across your thighs. Or maybe it was the way you looked at him. So innocent, playing coy like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing to him.

Suddenly, your clit is pinched between two of his fingers.

You moan, thighs clenching tighter around his head as you yank at his hair. “Tetsu,” you gasp over his own throaty moan. “Tetsu, please, I need you. I—uh.” He pinches your clit again, rolling it between his fingers. “Oh, god. Please.”

“That’s it, kitten,” he murmurs against your thigh, pulling his fingers away, “beg for it.” He takes your clit between his lips and sucks.

A high-pitched, breathy squeal tears from your throat as his wet mouth envelops you, his tongue teasing you with wet kitten-licks that have you squirming. Kuroo grunts as you pull his hair a little too hard, the sound vibrating against your cunt as he continues to lick and suck at your slick skin, lapping at your folds and teasing you with the tip of his tongue.

You toss your head back against the couch as he eats you out. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch him work between your legs. The sloppy, wet sounds of his tongue fucking you make you tremble. He’s holding you open easily, ravishing you, and he almost moans as he swipes his tongue across your cunt.

Kuroo pulls his gaze away from your pussy to look at you, and it’s downright sinful when he drags his tongue across his bottom lip, licking away your arousal. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans, forcing your hips back down as you try to arch against him. “So fucking wet for me.”

That’s the only thing he says before diving back into you.

“Tetsu,” you shriek, tears welling in your eyes as he grinds his tongue against your clit in a way that steals your breath, the slick muscle moving against you roughly. You shudder, struggling to keep your eyes open as pleasure rapidly builds between your thighs.

Kuroo knows just how to make you fall apart around him, every trick to have you cumming hard and fast. And he knows just how to take it away.

The coil in your stomach is already wound tight from his relentless teasing, your nerves frayed and your breath coming out in pathetic gasps and whimpers. Every sound has Kuroo’s cock twitching painfully, but he resists the urge to grind down against the couch to relieve the ache. No, he has to teach you a lesson first. One you won’t forget.

And the signs are there. You’re clawing at him, hips stuttering as you try to grind against his mouth. High-pitched sounds keep falling from your pretty mouth, but you’re too far gone for him to make out anything beyond mindless pleas and swears. It’s his name on your tongue that sounds the sweetest.

You’re close. You’re so close that it almost hurts. The coil in your gut is wound tight, knot so close to unraveling. Your thighs are quivering around his head, your inner walls threatening to clench around nothing.

And just as the pleasure starts to be too much, Kuroo tears his mouth and sinfully talented tongue away from your aching clit.

The lack of sensation has you crying out, your building orgasm ripped away from you just like that.

Teeth dig into the side of your thigh, biting down hard enough to leave behind a mark. “Did you think you could tease me and I wouldn’t punish you for it?” Kuroo sneers, landing a harsh slap against your thigh before reaching around to grab your ass. “No, no, no, kitten, you should know better than that. You know better than to try and tease me.” The next swipe of his tongue across your clit almost makes you sob.

He leaves you like that, teetering just on the edge, waiting for you to come down only to lave attention to your sensitive clit. You’re panting under him, trying so hard to rock your hips against his mouth, but he’s stronger than you, muscled arms keeping you pinned to the couch even as you whimper. Weakly, you tug at his hair again, and Kuroo chuckles. His gaze is dark and predatory as he looks down at you.

“If you wanna cum this time, you better beg like the slut you are.” He grazes you with his teeth. Then, he leans in, hot breath fanning over your dripping pussy just to make you squirm. “You can do that, can’t you?” Kuroo doesn’t give you a chance to respond. You’ve barely caught your breath before he’s back between your legs, eating you out like he’s starving.

You’re wetter than before, and he’s sloppier, making a filthy mess of you. His tongue is hot against you clit, swirling in tight circles that leave you lightheaded, and then he switches to lapping at your cunt. Kuroo is rough with you, relentlessly eating you out despite the slow building ache in his jaw. Nothing can pull him from your sweet taste when he gets like this.

“Come on, kitten,” he chastises, squeezing your thighs. “You can do so much better than that. Fucking beg me to let you cum.”

As his tongue returns to teasing your clit, your heels dig into his lower back, yanking him even closer. His hair is soft between your fingers, his naturally messy look further ruined by your gripping and pulling. Your fingernails drag across his scalp, and he groans. The sound vibrates against you. By now, your eyes are squeezed shut, your lips parted as you pant and cry out beneath him.

You’ve started begging for real this time, nonsense slurred from your mouth as you tell him how good he makes you feel, how desperate you are for his cock. Neither of you pay attention to the words, it’s the sweet sound of your voice that makes Kuroo damn near growl against your sloppy, wet cunt.

He releases his grip on one of your legs, and then his hand is between your legs, his fingers tracing your slit. Below him, you tense expectantly, breath hitching. For once, he doesn’t tease you, giving you exactly what you want as two of his fingers thrust inside your slick pussy.

Kuroo’s fingers are long and thick, bigger and better than your own, and the pleasant burn as he stretches you out makes you whimper. Expertly, he curls his digits, easily finding the sweet spot along the top of your wet walls that make you writhe and cry out for him. More tears well in your eyes, the pleasure bordering on too much, too fast, but fuck if it isn’t exactly what you want right now.

Hazel eyes stare up at you from between your legs, Kuroo watching each minute shift in your expression, from the way your lips part when he spreads his fingers, to the subtle furrow of your brow when he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit. Every detail is filed away, branded into his mind.

Pleasure coils into a tight little ball in your stomach, liquid arousal shooting through your veins with every talented swipe of his tongue and rough thrust of his fingers. You bite your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle a moan. Your panting is loud, but the wet sound of his fingers and tongue against your pussy is louder, and it would be embarrassing if you weren’t so on edge already.

Alternating between curling and spreading his fingers, Kuroo pace is fast and rough, determined to drag you right back to the edge he had you on only moments ago. He sucks on your clit, laps at it, and then he grazes you with his teeth until you’re whimpering and squirming against the couch.

By now that familiar knot in your stomach is so tight that it hurts. Kuroo has you exactly where he wants you, so, so close to cumming, but before you can lose yourself in the sensations, give into the pleasure, his fingers still inside you. Kuroo pulls his lips and tongue from your sensitive clit long enough to edge you again. This time, the tears building in the corners of your eyes spill over and slide down your cheeks.

“Tetsu,” his name leaves your lips in a breathless whimper.

“Was that cruel, kitten?” he asks mockingly, voice dripping with fake sympathy. The cuff of your sock snaps against your thigh, the stinging slap sending jolts of arousal straight to your clit. “I bet you wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” He kisses your thigh. “Well, that’s too fucking bad.”

The flat of Kuroo’s tongue drags over your clit before he takes it between his lips again. A soundless cry leaves your mouth at the sensation, your eyes squeezing shut tightly as his fingers resume their fast pace. His tongue rolls over your swollen, puffy clit, toying with you. You’re practically chanting his name by now, sounds reduced to fractured pleas and nonsensical phrases that neither of you can make out. Sick pride bursts in his chest when he realizes he’s turned you into an absolute mess.

“You gonna cum on my tongue?” Kuroo murmurs as your thighs start to clench. “You better not. No, only good girls get to cum.” It’s a warning, low and throaty, and you know he’ll punish you again if you cum without permission, but you’re so far gone that you couldn’t hold back if you wanted to.

You want so badly to grind yourself against Kuroo’s mouth as his fingers reach a spot that makes your toes curl. “Tetsu,” you whine, weakly pulling his hair as his laughter vibrates against your clit. “Fuck, please, let me cum. Please. I can’t—”

The rest of your begging chokes off as Kuroo pinches your clit between his teeth. Something inside you snaps when he does that. The coil inside of you is wound tight, pleasure and pain blurring together as he practically drags you to the edge and lets you fall. You come apart underneath him, warmth bursting in your lower belly as you writhe against the couch. Your thighs clench around his head. Your fingers yank his hair. Pleasure overwhelms you and leaves you a whimpering mess, your entire body taut as your orgasm finally rips through you, making you cum hard on his fingers and tongue.

Kuroo’s fingers continue to thrust and curl inside of you, not giving you a moment to breathe as he draws out your orgasm, overstimulating you until it hurts.

“Tetsu,” you whine, trying to squirm away instead of towards him this time. He only pins you down harder, his fingers biting into your thigh hard enough to bruise. He swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit. “Fuck, Tetsu—” You try to tell him that you can’t, that it’s too much, but he doesn’t care.

“What’s wrong, kitten? I thought you wanted to cum?” he says, voice dripping with contempt. “You wanted it so fucking bad you came without permission. Naughty slut. So, why don’t you cum again?”

The rough, mocking tone of his voice followed by his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking is what throws you over a second time. He fucks you through it, pace slowing as your pussy flutters weakly around his fingers.

He pulls away from you slowly, peppering butterfly kisses across your thigh before allowing your legs to slide from their position over his shoulders. You wince, muscles cramped, and fall limp against the couch when he slides his fingers from your sensitive cunt. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch as Kuroo pops his fingers into his mouth to clean them.

You’re still breathless and shaking when Kuroo fists a hand in your hair and yanks you up against him. A squeal sticks in your throat. Your breathing hitches as he presses his lips against your ear.

“Did you really think we were done?” he coos, cupping the back of your neck. Your thighs squeeze together, your skin slick with sweat and spit. “Get up.”

You do as you’re told. Your legs tremble beneath you as you slide off the couch, and Kuroo grabs your thighs to steady you as you stand in front of him. His thumbs brush against your skin soothingly as he squeezes your thighs, his gaze flitting between your dripping cunt and your cum sliding down your thigh, inching closer and closer to the cuffs of your cute socks.

“Now be a good girl and strip for me,” Kuroo demands, hands sliding around to grope your ass.

The command hits you in the chest. Heat churns in your stomach as he drags his hands over your skin, and you wet your lips. You reach around your back to unclasp your bra, allowing the fabric to slide down your arms before you let it drop to the floor. Your panties follow, the soaked fabric shimmying down your hips and falling to your ankles. When you reach for the hem of one of your socks, Kuroo grabs your wrists and yanks them away.

“No, no, no,” he chastises you, standing up and backing you away from the couch, “those stay on, kitten.” You let him pull you to the side of the couch, the arm pressed against the back of your thighs. “Did you think you could come in here with these,” he squeezes your upper thighs, “on display with those fucking socks and I wouldn’t fuck you in them?” The implication makes your breath catch. Kuroo’s big hands grab your naked hips, his covered cock grinding against your thigh. “Isn’t that exactly what you wanted? Don’t be shy now, kitten.”

You almost want to lie. Deny it. But all you do is nod, unable to speak.

His hands slide up your sides until he’s clutching your waist. “Good,” he breathes. “Now bend over right fucking now.”

When you don’t comply fast enough, surprised at the demand, Kuroo yanks you around himself, bending you over the arm of the couch. He slaps your ass hard, causing you to cry out. Kuroo spanks you a second time, lower on your thigh, and you squeeze your thighs together to keep from dripping on the couch. Prepared for a third, you’re surprised when he spreads you apart from behind instead.

Kuroo’s thick cock slides between your thighs, hard and dripping with pre-cum as he grinds against your wet cunt. Your legs shake as the head of his cock rubs against your clit, still so sensitive from his earlier abuse.

He rocks against you slowly, groaning low in his throat as your thighs swallow him up. “I could just fuck you like this,” Kuroo muses, thrusting against you. “Cum all over your thighs for being so naughty, but where’s the fun in that?” One of his hands slides up the center of your back until he’s grabbing your throat and forcing your head down harder against the couch. Your back is arched for him beautifully, and he nearly groans again at the sight. “I’m going to stuff you full of my cum, kitten.”

That’s the only warning you get before he shifts his hips and ruts against you. You moan as his cock shoves deep inside you, your walls clenching around him weakly as he stretches you out. Between his fingers and the orgasms, he’s softened you up for him, but the position he has you in, bent over like this, makes him feel so, so big inside you.

He grunts. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Kuroo fucks you hard. There’s no slow climb or adjustment as his hips pound against your ass, driving down against the couch with each rough thrust against your wet cunt. Still sensitive from before, you can only whimper his name as he fucks you. The fingers wrapped around your throat squeeze tightly enough to steal your breath, and your pussy clenches around him.

The wet sound of his cock splitting you open with each brutal thrust makes you shiver. Kuroo pulls on your socks to let the fabric slap against you skin, each soft snap sending a jolt of pleasure right to your swollen clit.

“So fucking wet.” Kuroo grabs your ass, panting as he watches your pussy swallow him with every thrust. He’s not going to last long. Not after teasing you, tasting you. Not with those fucking socks making your thighs look so fucking good. He squeezes your throat, choking you, and relishes the way you whimper around his name. “Such a good girl,” he praises you.

Bent over like this, the couch brushes against your puffy clit with every roll of his hips against yours, the stimulation making you squirm. It’s too much. He’s going to make you cum again if he keeps fucking you like this.

“Look at you, taking it like such a good girl, kitten,” Kuroo continues, loosening his grip on your hip. “My good little pet,” he spits, thrusting his cock deep inside you, slapping your ass hard. Your pussy clenches around him, a choked sound coming from your mouth as your body trembles beneath him. His laughter reverberates though you. “Fuck, you really are a little slut, aren’t you? Taking your master’s cock just like that.”

Kuroo slides his arm around your hips to rub your puffy clit with two fingers.

You sob as another wave of pleasure shudders through you. Hips jerking against his, you twitch and moan as he plays with your clit, determined to wring one more orgasm out of your spent body before he’s done. “Tetsu,” you whimper, eyes squeezed shut as he continues to fuck you into the couch.

The call of his name makes his hand tighten around your throat. He rubs your clit harder, faster, pinching down on your puffy nerve until you’re shaking even harder.

Kuroo swears as your pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tighter with every rough thrust against your dripping cunt. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he pants. Kuroo squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on the slick, filthy sound of his cock pounding inside you and the breathy sounds you’re making, too exhausted to do more than whimper and gasp under him.

Hiking your hips up higher, Kuroo adjusts you for a better angle, forcing your face down harder against the couch as you stretch onto your toes. By now, your tears are soaking into the couch, your sounds muffled by the fabric.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks you, rough fingers rolling over your clit in fast circles. “You like taking your master’s cock?” You must nod, because Kuroo breathes a laugh as he shoves his cock inside you. “Be a good little pet and cum for me again.”

He pinches your clit and the tight coil in your stomach snaps. Your third orgasm tears through you, white-hot and so, so good. It steals the breath from your lungs, and your hips jerk back against Kuroo’s cock so hard that he chokes on a moan. You only whimper as you spasm around him.

Kuroo fucks you through it, his steady rhythm giving away to frantic rolls of his hips as he chases his own release, thrusting against you even after you become boneless beneath him. His fingers slow against your clit, but don’t stop, and the aftershocks that jolt through you are more painful than pleasurable this time, drawing out your orgasm until you can barely stand it.

With a loud, “fuck” Kuroo shoves his cock as deep inside of you as he can reach, moaning as he cums inside of your throbbing cunt. Hot, thick fluid fills you up, your pussy still fluttering around him sporadically as he rocks against you. You’re both panting as he pulls out, and you wince as you feel his cum start to drip from you.

You sag against the couch. Kuroo’s tight grip loosens around your throat, and you sigh as he leans over you, lips pressing sweet kisses across the back of your shoulder as he rubs your hips.

Bonus:

“I can’t believe cat socks turned you on that much,” you murmur sleepily, curling against his side as Kuroo kisses your temple. “I thought you’d laugh.”

Kuroo cracks open an eye to look at you on his chest, fingers still kneading your tense inner thighs until you soften beneath his skilled hands. It took a while for him to coax you off the couch and into bed with him, your legs wobbly and your body sore from how rough he was. He’s been nothing but gentle with you since, kissing you sweetly as he cleaned you up and murmuring soothing praise against your ear.

“Thigh-highs are sexy,” he tells you, hand drifting down to tug on one of the cat ears on your socks, which he still hasn’t let you take off.

You snort, breath fanning over his neck. “They have cartoon cats on them.”

He pinches your thigh just hard enough to make you squeak. “Don’t act all innocent,” he says, rolling his eyes. “If you didn’t want me to fuck you in them, you shouldn’t have worn them.”

Weakly, you smack his chest. “Horny bastard,” you grumble, pouting because he’s right. He gave you exactly what you wanted and then some, so you really can’t complain.

“That’s rude kitten,” he chastises. “And you were being such a good pet for your master earlier. Do I need to punish you again?” His lips curl into a naughty grin, his fingers already creeping across your thigh.

“Tetsurou!”

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Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now!  Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students. 

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid  sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright  baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!” 

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is- 

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell  just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now. 

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with. 

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood  immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn  enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

~~~~~

So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi.  A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

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The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert. 

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans  head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck”  You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck!  Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well.  “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno,  you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K...  “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that”  You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household.  So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!  

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and  he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her  to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

~~~~~~~~~

Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans.  “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

[sunflovverharry]

Friends with Benefits - Chapter 3

a/n: hiii, sorry it’s been a while since I posted chapter 2, but I’m finally back with chapter 3! It’s a bit shorter, but an important one. will hopefully be writing a lot more now that exams are almost over :)) anyways, enjoy this chapter and please feel free to tell me what you think and reblog <3 pairing: police officer!h + Alex word count: 5k warnings: it’s pretty clear from now there will be language, alcohol consumption, smut and trouble with body image in basically every chapter so from now i’ll only write M (mature)

Seemingly, both Harry and I had gotten what we wanted out of each other. Two breathtaking fucks and the intimate moments after where we cuddled and basked in the afterglow of the sex.

It really wasn’t enough for me though. He was like an addiction and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. Not that I have a way of contacting him or meeting him except meeting him at the bar again - if we even go at the same time. As he has said; he isn’t one to party a lot nor go clubbing too often. We both spend most of our time at work and it seems like we don’t mind that.

Saying goodbye the Sunday morning two weeks ago I thought it would be the last time we’d meet. Now, standing in the same club as always, staring into Harry’s eyes I couldn’t let the smile grazing my lips go. It was as if all my hopes and dreams were heard when Harry gave back the same smile and made a ‘come here’ motion with his hand up in the air so I could see over the bodies between us. Grabbing my pint of beer, I left the bar and swiftly made my way over to where Harry was sitting. The group I was with had just entered the club and they were still at the bar waiting for their drinks as I didn’t say a word when I walked off.

Harry was seated at the end of a booth close to the corner, his back turned to his mates as I came to stand in between his thighs to be able to hear each other over the loud music blasting over the speakers. I took a drink of the beer before sitting it down next to what I assumed was Harry’s pint.

“Hi, pet. You alright?” Harry placed a soft kiss to my cheek in greeting as he basically screamed into my ear. I leaned away to look at him while giving him a small shake of my head, yeah, I was just fine. He looked smashing in his colourful button-up missing a couple buttons at the top, making me see the top of his butterfly tattoo when I let my eyes gaze down to take him in.

“You celebrating or something?” I took a quick sweep over the rest of the table he was with and there was an expensive bottle of champagne being passed between them. Not the most sanitary or anything, but who was I to judge when I’d definitely done the same when I was drunk. Who exchanged spit and drinks with who, weren’t on the top of our heads when we were drunk and only wanted to get more drunk I guess.

“Nah, the mate who broke it off with his girl some weeks ago dragged us out and he’s making them down everything he buys. I’m driving today though, so only a pint for me. What’re you doing here again?” His hands were dangerously close to the tops of my thighs as they held me close and his thumb pressed patterns in my skin. I was wearing a skirt and a quite revealing top tonight, though not expecting to meet anyone, especially Harry. Maybe in the back of my mind I thought there was a possibility as this is the place we’ve met both times - and now a third.

«Oh, good to see he’s doing alright then. Just here to have a couple pints, didn’t wanna get too drunk or stay out too long tonight. Have quite a lot of paperwork to get through this weekend.» Harry groaned when I mentioned work, not wanting to think about it for tonight I guess. I didn’t really want to think about it either.

«Don’t remind me. I have to go in at six for a couple hours to finish a report, but then I’m off for about a week thank god.» He finished off with a smile thinking about some - I’d say well earned - days off.

«Well then, to celebrate that, how about we go back to yours to have an even better time than we’ll have here?» It was bold of me and I knew it, but that’s how it had been since the first time we met. I took initiative and went in full force and there were absolutely no regrets.

Harry sucked his lips into his mouth as he dwelled over what I’d proposed. There was a slight shimmer to his eyes as he moved his head back to get a good look at me. I didn’t mind his eyes travelling over my body, only enjoying how he didn’t hold back from showing me he liked what he saw. It gave me the last bit of confidence I felt I needed being with a man like Harry.

Not giving a verbal answer, he took one last drink of his pint before getting off the leather seat. His hands turned my body around, settling on my hips as he walked us straight past the bar and made our way outside. The parking lot he’d left his car in was on the other side, quickly jogging over the road when no cars were coming.

It was a lovely night, warm and just humid enough to not break out in a sweat. Perfect start of summer weather. His car was nice and looked expensive at first glance. The inside was clean, no dirty napkins or bottles on the floor. He must take good care of it cause most other lads’ cars I’ve been in haven’t been nearly as clean as Harry’s. I gather that he doesn’t want to talk about it when he doesn’t even look at me to see what kind of reaction I had to it.

«You drove here when you could've walked the fifteen minutes? That’s lazy of you, mr. police officer.» I hadn’t used the nickname last time and I missed it. Harry didn’t exactly seem to mind it either as he took in a harsh breath after hearing it. Even more of a boost for me.

«I thought I would have to drive my mates home as they clearly are getting wasted out of their minds.» Of course he was the sensible one of the group, he’s a fucking police officer. Knowing how he cares for his friends and has his life set makes me feel a bit angry at myself. Why did I have to get an obsession over someone I’d never be enough for? «And to be honest, I’m glad it’ll get us home quicker cause I’m already bulging after you calling me that, pet.» I only giggled and looked out the window, not wanting to be caught staring at him.

The car ride went by in silence after that. The quick five minutes were agonizingly slow and I couldn’t stop thinking about getting to feel Harry again. It made my thighs clamp together to try and get some sort of friction to satisfy me.

Having parked the car, both of us jumped out and almost ran to the door wanting nothing more than to get inside and rip our clothes off. God I can’t wait to feel his achingly perfect cock inside me for a third time. I should probably try to forget about him after this time, knowing we’ll stop seeing each other at the club as often during the summer as I’m planning to be gone for most of it anyways.

«I’ve been dreaming of meeting you again. Honestly can’t get you out of my head, pet.» Harry seemed a little hazy as he quietly let the words tumble out of his pretty pink lips I still haven’t got to taste tonight. Good thing it’s only just passed ten and we have all night to enjoy each others taste.

«Shut up and kiss me already.» He closed the short distance between us as he pulled me to him, front against front. His rough grip on my waist made me grow more want for him. Maybe he finally realized after last time that I wanted it rough though I might come off as someone who wants to take control. I don’t mind but god do I like being thrown around at times and Harry did it really fucking well.

My bottom lip was between his in a second, sucked into his mouth and left his lips with a pop. I couldn’t help but already pant at the anticipation and need for him. My lips were slightly open, ready for Harry to slam his lips back on mine and tongue taste the inside of my mouth, licking into it. He didn’t waste a single moment on teasing me or waiting till I couldn’t anymore - dominating the kiss before we even touched lips nevermind tongues.

It made my stomach turn in excitement for the night and lust for the man in front of me. There weren’t any sparks, most likely because we didn't even know each other besides the basics. Well, not even the basics - not even knowing his age. Names and workplace are the only two things we’ve told the other. It felt fucking good having this platonic stranger with benefits. I guess that’s what I would put us as? There were no feelings ruining things or other people's opinions as we were still strangers.

«I want you to cum in my mouth this time.» I barely managed to get the words out of my mouth as Harry was too eager to get his mouth on mine. When he heard what I said though, it was like his eyes got darker and his grip tightened around me showing how much he also wanted that without saying it.

Feeling his tongue get familiar with my mouth again was intoxicating, making me want to make out with him for hours on end. I wouldn’t mind if we dropped sleeping and just moved our lips together until the sun rises.

«You wanna.. upstairs?» Harry was already breathless, either because he knows what he’s getting or because of the kiss. I hummed in response, guiding us to the stairs leading up to his room. If this is going to go how I want it to, I’ll want to be comfortable and though the couch was good, his bed is the best option.

I trusted Harry to be careful and considerate but also push limits which was exactly what was needed tonight. No ‘are you sure’ or ‘i don’t want to hurt you’ talk, just straight to it. No, I wouldn’t get to feel his length inside me - unless he thickens up again right after which I doubt - but maybe before he has to head out. Maybe his fingers will suffice for tonight.

«You’re going to fuck my mouth, officer, and I’m gonna take it like the good girl I am.» There was no point in not being direct from the start, teasing unnecessary and unwanted from both sides. He looked like I told his biggest dream was coming true as he bit his lip and rolled his eyes back as he tried to collect himself for a moment. My fingers danced over his neck and shoulders before tugging his shirt over his head.

«Lay down. Head this way, pet.» The pet name he had called me since we first met had grown increasingly on me and I couldn’t imagine being called anything else. Following his orders I got on the bed, facing him, head almost dangling off the bed. It was risky to let him take control over my airways, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

There was no doubt he was hard and ready to burst if he just got a little lick to his slit, but there is also no doubt he’ll hold out for as long as he can. Leaning down, he slotted our lips together in a more than messy kiss that was hard to navigate as we were upside down. His hands caressed my cheeks before moving to pull my top down, letting my tits spill out on top. I knew he liked them and since depriving himself for longer than needed last time, he was making up for it this time. Pinching my nipples he got a moan out of me telling him to keep going. I loved when my tits were played with, the sensitivity a great feature.

My fingers trailed down his sides languidly, feeling his abs flex at the sensation. Gripping the front of the trousers he was clad in, I somehow managed to open it up before pulling it down along with his briefs as far as I could. Harry moaned into my mouth as his cock freed from restraint and I got my hands on it only tugging lightly.

Biting my bottom lip he pulled away to make sure I was comfortable where I laid before shuffling the few centimeters closer so his tip rested on my lips. I was excited to taste him again and to feel his impressive length down my throat. It being something I don’t usually do unless I trust the person or really want to.

He left it to me to take him in and start licking and sucking him deeper into my mouth which I gladly did. Starting with a kitten lick to his slit he groaned and twisted my nipple between his fingers at the feeling of finally being touched where he needed it. I closed my lips around his tip focusing on sucking it and licking around it, but knowing he’s sensitive already I put my hands on his hips trying to get him to move closer. Feeling the welcome weight on my tongue as his cock drove deeper into my mouth, stopping at the start of my throat, I sucked and bobbed my head only slightly as it was hard to move in my position. Not yet knowing exactly what he likes in terms of blowjobs, I listened for sounds he’d let out or if he rutted his hips more at something I did.

«Fuck that’s it.» He murmured before letting out the loudest moan I’ve heard as I helped him go deeper, reaching down my throat. I liked the sensation, knowing I - or Harry - could control something so dangerous as my breathing.

Harry began thrusting his hips more, guiding his cock himself down my throat, keeping still for a second before letting me breath and doing it again. I removed my hands from his hips, wanting him to take full control and let them lay flat on the bed. It was intoxication listening to him pleasure himself with my mouth, only making me wetter by each groan.

«Shit- oh god!» It was as if he was losing his sense to keep himself at bay, the feeling of being down my throat too good. I didn’t mind, loving the fact that he felt comfortable enough to completely be himself for me.

Harry fucking my mouth was intense, the feeling of him pushing his cock as far down my throat as possible, cutting my airways for seconds at a time made me dizzy and want to succumb to every need of his right this moment. I loved laying there, taking everything he gave me without the ability to stop him except if I really needed to of course.

There was no need to stop though. He knew exactly when it was enough and pulled out and when I could take more.

«Agh.. Your mouth feels so fucking good Alex-» It was like he didn’t quite know how to express himself, too far gone in his own head. «I’m gonna cum.. Mmh, you want it down your throat, pet?» Even when he was gone he still called me pet and I reveled in it. It made me smile around him, but quickly going back to shutting my lips around him as he was back to only putting the tip in. I sucked and licked at his slit wanting him to get his release. It didn’t take much before he was shooting ropes after ropes down my throat, moaning as he filled up my mouth with his cum.

I’m sure I had tear streaks down from my eyes to my temples, but to be honest I hadn’t paid attention to anything except Harry’s cock in my mouth for the entire time. I enjoyed it just as much as he did.

«Fucking hell, pet.» Harry’s slowly softening length slipped out between my lips and I opened my mouth to show him his work before swallowing all of it. He groaned at the sight and bent over to catch my lips for a sweet kiss mustering up the little energy he had left before falling on the bed right beside me.

Laying next to each other trying to catch our breaths, Harry’s fingers delicately trailed up and down my thigh laying next to his torso. It felt nice to have the cuddly, cute aftercare I so badly craved for with every other lad who only wanted me gone after emptying inside me. Which is mostly the reason I began only letting them cum on my tits or arse. It was a fair deal I thought, seeing as a lot of them didn’t even get me off.

His chest was still somewhat heaving, begging for more air when I sat up dizzy from the blood coming to my head and not regaining my breath completely either. His eyes opened to see if I was going anywhere. I was still fully clothed, only my tits hanging out next to a naked Harry who seemed to have kicked his pants off all the way. His cock laid slack against his thigh, tired from the intense orgasm.

«Did you enjoy that?» I don’t know why I felt like asking this time. My confidence was always up when I was with him and it sounded and felt like he really liked what I was doing. My tits were red with his marks and I hadn’t felt a thing being too busy reveling in Harry. He could get it with me anytime he liked and I would comply and do exactly what he wanted.

«Did I enjoy that?» He chuckled and moved to hold his weight up on his elbows. «That was unreal. I was so fucking gone in my own head I didn’t even think about you. Are you okay, Alex?» Course he cared for how I was feeling, it was like second nature for Harry to care about the people around him. Probably the reason why he became an officer.

«Yeah, I really liked that.» I hadn’t even been close to reaching an orgasm from that alone, but damn it if I hadn’t enjoyed myself more than with any other lad - who I’ve never even let fuck my face like that.

«Do you wanna sit on my face? Honestly don’t know if I can move right now.» He was good to look at so I let my eyes wander, his tattoos shining along with the rest of his skin with a light layer of sweat. I shook my head no, telling him I was good for now.

«I might wake you up tonight if I can’t sleep though.» Winking at him as I got out of bed fixing my tits before going downstairs to get a bottle of water. My throat was rough and the aftertaste of his cum wasn’t that nice any longer.

Bringing a bottle of water up for Harry to drink, I jogged up the stairs only wanting to fall asleep as soon as possible. Not getting much sleep during the last month has gotten to me and the one weekend I have off I want to make up for some of it.

«Is it alright if I sleep here?» Again, don’t know why I felt the need to ask Harry if I could stay the night when I’d done it the last two times.

«I was kinda hoping you’d stay and I could return the favor when I get back from work in the morning? I’ll be done by nine at the latest.» Harry didn’t look like he was scared of getting rejected, almost talking as if it was the most normal question. Maybe he recognized there was something up with me and was trying to act as normal as possible for me to relax again.

«Mm, I think I can do that.» Harry smiled from where he was still laying, telling me to ‘come here’. I didn’t object and fell straight into his arms with a quiet sigh. His hands grasped my body tightly to his, fingers going up and down my spine. «Think I’m gonna fall asleep in a few seconds if you continue doing that.» It felt incredible having someone dote on you without any pressure or hidden feelings behind it.

«Let’s get up and get ready for bed then, yeah?» I nodded and reluctantly removed myself from his arms pulling him up with me.

Standing in the bathroom brushing our teeth together felt oddly relaxing. A thing normally viewed as intimate between a man and woman when they’re sleeping together at least. There had been intimacy between us since our first night together I feel, so we might’ve gotten used to it - not thinking about how this isn’t normal for people who only have sex.

Deciding to push the thought to the back of my mind, I got undressed to my underwear before jumping under the covers waiting for Harry to get in behind me and pull me close.

— Morning after

I wasn’t aware of my surroundings as I was still asleep and only barely waking up when I felt the unforgettable feeling of someone going down on me. Slowly opening my eyes as I let go of the moan I couldn’t even try to hold back, I saw the duvet was still covering my body, one leg sticking out while my right knee was sticking up under the duvet.

It was undeniably the best wake up call I’d had in years. Maybe even since the morning of my fifth birthday which was twenty years ago. Lifting my arms to lay above my head, my hips started moving along Harry’s tongue wanting to get as much pleasure as I could out of it. Since when were men this good at eating a woman out?

He smiled against my clit as I continued to sound my pleasure and circle my hips against his mouth, obviously liking how much I enjoy what he was doing. And I sure did enjoy it, a smile finding its way on my face as well before more sounds took over and I couldn’t find the energy to moan through a smile.

His tongue flicked my clit once, twice before sucking it between his lips, tongue still flicking. It was warm and wet when he released it going down my slit, pushing his tongue in me. I don’t understand where Harry learned how to eat someone out when literally no other man even knew where my clit was. His arm hooked around my thigh moved down so his thumb could circle my clit, pressing into it at times to get more heavy breaths from me.

I didn’t last long, Harry going at it like he was starving, reaching my first high this morning from oral with a soundless moan. My hips didn’t stop grinding into his lips and he didn’t let up until I moved my hand to push him away. I was sensitive and not quite awake yet as I came down from an orgasm I couldn’t compare to anything else.

Harry came up from under the blankets, fitting himself between my still open legs. Seeing the smile on his face, chin and lips glistening with my release on them, made me pucker my lips together wanting to taste myself on him.

«Mm..» Harry moaned into the kiss, his body fully leaning down on mine, barely holding his weight up as I took most of it. It felt nice - his warm body encompassing mine fully.

Keeping him close we spent the morning in bed, kissing and ultimately slipping him in when he spooned me. The position being intimate and sensual, but the morning stillness and tired bodies made it the best way to get off in this moment.

After rolling around in bed for an hour, enjoying another orgasm or two, our hungry stomachs made us get out and make our way to his kitchen. The sun was shining through the windows making the room light and the slightly warmer wind blowing through the open french door made it so the shirt I had put on was just enough to not get cold.

Sitting down on one of the dining chairs I watched him move around in his kitchen making us french toast for breakfast. The clock had just passed ten and I was planning on going straight back to bed when I got home then hopefully finishing up my paperwork. I needed the sleep or I don’t think I’ll function the week coming up.

«I wanted to talk to you about something.» We had been sitting in silence as we ate the toast until Harry’s words broke the comfortable silence. I nodded and moved my eyes to connect with his showing him I’m all ears.

«We’ve had sex a few times now and first of all I want to make sure we’re not giving each other anything. I know I’m not sleeping with anyone else.» I understood where he came from. We don’t know what the other does when we’re not together and because we’re not using a condom we could easily bring an STD into the picture.

«I told you I haven’t been with anyone but you the last year, so I’m clean. Even went to the clinic last week.» It was a necessary conversation, but telling him I’d been checked after we’d slept together was a little awkward.

«Good. I’m clean too, checked on tuesday.» Harry nodded, but didn’t seem done with the conversation. To prepare himself for the second part of the conversation, he took a bite of his toast before swallowing it down with some water.

«I wanted to ask you one more thing. It’s absolutely fine if you say no, but know I’m one hundred percent up for it.» He looked me in the eyes as I waited for him to ask what I had a feeling he would.

«Would you wanna make this a regular thing? Exchanging phone numbers and meeting up whenever we want a release instead of not knowing if we’ll ever see each other again? I think we’re pretty compatible in bed and I’ve had a better time with you than any old fling I’ve ever had.» He was laying our options on the table, suggesting we become friends with benefits. It had crossed my mind, knowing I wouldn’t object to having a benefit relationship with him. Honestly think it’ll be more beneficial for me and I never thought he’d bring it up.

«I’d be up for that, yeah. Not to make things awkward but you’re a pretty decent lad with a more than satisfying member to be fair. Would be stupid to turn you down - anyone would.» My cheek grew hotter as I spoke, a tint of red covering them I’m sure as I’m clearly not as bold and confident when we’re not in bed or drunk.

Harry only smiled at me as I basically confirmed our new relationship - friends with benefits. It’s been five weeks and too many wet dreams since I met him and knowing I can have him almost whenever I want - and when he wants - is just perfect. If I can give him half as much pleasure as he gives me I’ll be a happy lady, but I will aim to give him mind blowing orgasms every time.

«Didn’t think you’d be up for this sort of deal with the whole police thing.» Looking up from my plate as I ate the last bite of my delicious toast, Harry squinted his eyes at me.

«And why’d you think that?» He didn’t sound irritated or confused but intrigued to know what was going on in my head. Putting my trust in him and being honest is a huge part of us - I think at least - so I washed away all anxiety and worry. Not that he made me have a reason to be anxious around him.

«Just thought you’d be a bit proper and all. Guess that went out the window - along with my knickers - the first time we met, huh?» Snickering at the memory of him throwing my knickers out his window, Harry joined in also thinking back to five weeks ago. Being able to have banter with him is good, makes things less serious as it should be between friends with benefits - I think at least.

“What are you saying then? Wanna give me your number, pet?” Harry looked at me with the happiest smile on his face; there is no way I’m letting neither of us down by denying us having regular hookups. I’d be causing myself pain to not let him fuck me as much as he wants.

“Happily. One tiny condition though, we always meet here cause I have a roommate and I want to keep this between us. Not because I’m ashamed, but because she likes to meddle in my business and it’ll be easier if she doesn’t have proof of anything.” Harry agrees, not wanting anyone else talking about our - not quite so normal - relationship.

It was easy being myself with Harry, he made me feel safe and relaxed. There was no need to keep my guards up around him though we’ve not known each other for long. Not that it mattered much, there were people who got married after only a couple months of knowing each other - which we most definitely will not do.

[hunflowers]

Fine Line

Word Count: 5k

Requested? Nope, but you always can here :)

A/N: This fic is for the lovely @hsogolden​ ‘s #FineLineFicChallenge and I’m so happy and honored to be apart of it! It gets a bit angsty up in here, so sorry if it tugs at the heartstrings. And there’s a brief wank so enjoy! *nose boops*

No one ever really realizes how long a minute could be. 

Or an hour. 

Or a day. 

Or a month.

Sometimes it seems like time can fly right by, just in a blink of an eye. But, some other times it seems like every second of every minute of every day can go by agonizingly slow. 

This is what life was like for Harry these past ten months. He had his fast days, where he felt okay and like nothing could ever break him down ever again. But, he also had his slow days, where he felt like staying in bed, unmoving, hiding under the sheets was his only option to move forward and on to the next day. It was an internal battle these past months on how to go about his days. Because sometimes the feeling of wanting to do something and wanting to do nothing blurred together and he was stuck on how to live his life.

And it was all because of her.

His sunshine.

His Y/N.

They met a little over two years ago. A mutual friend’s birthday party and the two got a little too drunk and although nothing crazy happened, they still were attached like glue the entire night. When Harry first spotted her across the room, she had this energy radiating off of her that drew him towards her, that tempted him to walk over to her and find out who exactly she was.

After that night, they exchanged numbers, and from then on they’ve been inseparable. Except for now that is. This ten month gap of disconnection was like starting a whole new life, a whole new reality and Harry hated it. But for that little over a year of dating, you could hardly get one without the other.

To the naked eye, anyone could clearly see that they were in love. It was a love like no other, as cliche as that sounds. Harry always had this feeling that this was it. This is what the universe intended, that she was what the universe intended for him to have. It didn’t matter what else fate had in store, just as long as he had her.

Because they were in love.

Well, he was at least.

About six months into the relationship, Harry dropped the L bomb because it finally felt like time for him to address his truest feelings. When she stared at him in shock and silence he should’ve taken that as the biggest sign, but he knew not everyone was the same and that maybe she just needed a little more time to repeat the three small words.

He knew she loved him. He could tell in the way she looked at him and the way she held him when they were sleeping. Heck, she practically said it without ever really saying it. He figured it was just the word that scared her, but that she did love him back. Harry thought that eventually, Y/N would overcome her fear and she would be able to say it and kill the worrisome thoughts that lingered in the back of his subconscious. 

Seven months later and he got tired of waiting. He thought he knew her and that she loved him just like he loved her. But, every time he said those small words, Y/N just nodded her head in return. Every time he said it, he saw something flash across her eyes, like a flinch reaction as if those words hurt her many times before.

He thought he knew her. He thought he knew everything about her and what made her his Y/N. But, it turns out he didn’t. And the only Y/N he knew completely was the one who made no second guesses into spreading her legs, welcoming him to consume her physically.

He felt used. Like the year and one month of being together really meant nothing at all and she was using him as a distraction from whatever happened in her past. He hated it so much. That year and one month Harry devoted his life to this girl, opening up to her about every little thing that changed him into the person he is, yet she didn’t have the decency to do the same, and deep down he hated her for that.

Now he saw himself as this pathetic guy that fell in love so easily with a girl he hardly even knew and he hated her for that too.

But, the thing he hated most was that he really didn’t hate her. All he felt for her was love and it sucked that it wasn’t reciprocated.

So, on February 9th, he confronted her about it. He just had to know what was going on inside that mind of hers because it was eating away at his soul that he thought* he knew his girl, but it seems he didn’t know her at all.

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Harry was pacing their apartment for the better half of the last hour. Y/N should be coming home soon from work and he had been nervous to talk to her about this issue all day.

He cowered away a lot, telling himself that he didn’t have to worry about it. But, he knew that he just had to get it done with already, that he had to rip the band aid off eventually. And when he finally heard the keys jingling outside of the front door the nerves in him skyrocketed. His breathing picked up and his hands become clammy as this sense of trepidation washed through him. Harry was afraid of what was bound to come and he figured he would be able to shake this soon, but when the front door creaks open and her figure walks through the door, his anxiety meets a whole new level.

Without even so much as a greeting, Harry asked the impending question, ripping that band aid right off.

“Do you love me?”

Y/N’s smile faltered as she stopped in her tracks, letting the door close gently behind her. She tilted her head slightly, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as she watched her boyfriend stand in the living room portion of the open plan apartment, eyes wide with worry and jaw clenched as he tried to hold back his tears.

Placing her bag and keys down softly on the table, Y/N was at a loss of words as he continued to stare her down.

“Harry-”

“It’s a yes or no question, Y/N. Do you love me?”

“It isn’t that easy… I- I don’t-”

“Then make it easy. I told you seven months ago that I love you. Seven months! And this whole time I thought that you just needed some time to say it back because I- I think you love me, but seven months!”

Y/N’s own eyes started to swell with tears as Harry slowly started raising the volume of his voice. She’s seen Harry angry before, but it never had been directed towards her. This time was clearly different as Harry stood in front of her, frustration laced in his features, and anger headed her way. She felt small under his gaze, and Y/N wanted nothing more than to hideaway before this would get out of hand.

“Every time I say it, it looks like you get scared for a split second before basically just shrugging it off. And th-then I realize that there’s something you’re not telling me and then I again realize you’ve hardly ever talked to me. I don’t know you like a proper boyfriend should! I know your favorite color, your favorite movie and your favorite song, but there’s something you’re not telling me about why you don’t love me. And… I can’t put myself in another relationship where I-I’m taken for granted. I’m sorry, Y/N, but I just can’t.” By the end of his speech Y/N could tell he was getting choked up and that hurt Y/N more than anything. 

She wanted to hold him and reveal her deepest and darkest secrets because he deserved to know. He was the proper boyfriend he needed to be. He was everything she wanted and then some. But her past often clouded her judgement and her life and she didn’t know what to tell him or how to tell him, afraid he would run away.

But, it seems to be, doing the complete opposite is what’s driving him away.

Harry observes Y/N, looking for any sign of her finally opening up to him. But, she stood frozen, hands clasped together as tears finally escaped down her cheeks, bottom lip trembling. It seemed like she was fighting some internal battle with herself yet she didn’t say break, just staring back at him.

Harry let out a sigh, hands gripping his hips as his head dropped and his attention was focused on his tattered shoes. All he wanted was something, anything that would indicate this past year and a month wasn’t all a waste. 

But, silence was the only thing that was in the air.

Running his shaky fingers in his hair, Harry looked to Y/N once again, nearly falling to his knees as he saw how heartbroken she was because they both knew what her silence would lead to. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, turning his body away from her and walking to the front door. The spacious apartment suddenly felt really small and Harry just wanted to get out of there.

He heard her follow after him, but she didn’t even call out his name to stop him. He grabbed his own keys from the front table, and quickly patting his pockets for his wallet and phone before he grabbed the handle of the door. Y/N reached out, putting her hand over his, hoping he would stop and let her gather her thoughts and finally speak to him.

She knew it wouldn’t happen, but she hoped.

He looked down to their hands before looking back at her face one last time, speaking one last sentence that tore Y/N apart down to her core.

“I thought you were different.”

~

The last ten months were brutal. Technically it was because of him that timed moved slow, but he knew in the long-run that staying in that relationship would’ve drained him more. He hated thinking that being with Y/N would drain him because he did- does love her more than he can comprehend, but he couldn’t help but feel less exhausted from the loss all of his worrying and stress of being in a relationship.

Except, last night that pit of anxiety resurfaced when he saw her face for the first time in ten months. He couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not because maybe he didn’t want to see her face again or maybe the feeling in his gut was butterflies at the sight of her face again. It was a fine line between the two.

They were attending the same mutual friend’s party, like when they first met two years ago. It was as if it were fate trying to remind them Hey, remember when you met the love of your life in this exact room exactly two years ago, and now everything’s fucked up?

Harry’s jaw clenched as he tried not to break down right there, and he quickly knocked back the rest of his drink he had been sipping the whole night. He wasn’t in the particular mood to let loose the entire time, but now, he felt getting wasted was going to be the only way he wouldn’t think about her.

Although, drinking would most likely make him think of her more. But, he still got the drinks in.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, just like when he first saw her. She lit up the room the moment she walked in, her usual sunshine radiating off of her as she bounced around from person to person, indulging in conversations with everyone that wasn’t him. He knew she wouldn’t talk to him because he can only imagine the pain he put her through when he walked out, but something inside wished she would at least glance in his direction. Maybe something so minuscule would give him the closure he needed to move on with his life.

Harry got more than what he asked for though when he was in a conversation with the said mutual friend, Jason, and Y/N came bounding over, practically a skip in her step. Mid sentence, Harry stopped talking when Y/N embraced Jason, wishing him a happy birthday. When they separated, Y/N’s eyes met Harry’s, and to Harry it felt like time stopped completely.

“Hi, H.” The two syllables that fell from her delicate lips sent shivers down Harry’s spine, and he didn’t know how to respond. The easy way clearly would be to just say Hello. Curt and straight to the point and simple enough to hide the quiver in his voice. 

But, he was an idiot and he didn’t say anything. He pursed his lips, fingers gripping the glass he was holding in a tight hold, as his mind swarmed with memories revolving around this angelic woman. She sent him a small smile before walking past him, gently patting his shoulder as she greeted the next person she laid her eyes on.

Once she was out of his sight, Harry let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, looking to Jason and quickly regretted it as Jason gave him a weird look. “Dude, what was that?”

Harry shook his head and shrugged exasperatedly, trying to think of an answer for himself. “I have no idea.”

Silence dawned over them despite the fact that there were plenty of people chatting amongst them and music echoing around the house. Harry looked to his feet, slowly closing his eyes in disappointment, wallowing in self-pity as he’s thinking of all of the things he should’ve done or said in those few seconds because he was sure he would never get the moment again. 

“Listen,” Jason spoke up, gaining Harry’s attention, “these past however many months, Y/N’s been… working through a lot of shit. I think it would mean a lot to her if you talk to her and I think it’d do both of you some good to talk. She hadn’t told me directly what’s been going on but I’ve heard stories and… it’s a lot. Go talk to her.”

Jason grabbed Harry’s shoulders, turning his body in the direction of his ex-girlfriend. And in that moment Y/N started laughing at whatever this girl said, eyes crinkling, eyebrows scrunching, and dimple forming as the biggest smile beamed on her face. Harry determined that feeling in his stomach to be those butterflies as he stood completely entranced by her and her heavenly laugh.

He took a deep breath and made his way over to her, trying his hardest to not make a fool of himself like tripping over random furniture. When he got closer, Y/N could see him through her peripheral, and for a moment, she wanted to break down.

These ten months were hard for Harry. But, it didn’t compare to how rough it had been for Y/N.

Walking in to the party, immediately her eyes had locked on to Harry’s figure and it took everything in her to not walk right out. Seeing his face was hard, considering the last time she saw it, she felt anger and sadness all in one. She couldn’t forget the fact that he left her and it was fucking rough to see him again. She was surprised at herself for greeting him like she did, because the rational part of her wanted to ignore his existence for the whole time they were there. But, she supposed her subconscious and the also giddy feeling of seeing Harry again took over.

When he stepped next to her and her friend, she tried her hardest to keep her composure, looking up at him through her lashes. Y/N’s friend got the message immediately, walking away once she sensed the tension between the two.

“Hello, Y/N.”

Y/N bit her lip, bringing her arms up to her chest and crossing them, feeling exceptionally small stood next to him. She waited for him to say something else, not having it in her to start up a conversation. Despite being in a year long relationship, this ten month separation made it as though they were strangers meeting for the first time.

Harry raked his fingers through his hair, which it seems had been cut since the last time she saw him. Little curls started developing at the ends of his hair, and if they were together, Y/N would be drooling at the sight and running her own hands through the soft brunette hair.

“Can we talk?” He questioned, gesturing outside to the back patio that overlooked the vibrant pool in the backyard.

Y/N huffed, glancing down to her shoes and softly kicking her foot up, shaking her head mildly before looking back up at him, a small scowl on her face. “No.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he really wasn’t all that surprised. He knew this would be a long shot, but he would hate himself more if he didn’t at least try. He nodded his head slowly in acknowledgement, not wanting to dwell on this any longer and turning around to walk away.

“How’s tomorrow?” Y/N said softly. Harry whipped back around, now really surprised at this. He almost didn’t hear her because of the speaker that happened to be right next to them, but it was as if his ears were in tune to her voice, hardly ever missing anything she said.

“Uh- yeah… Tomorrow works for me. Tomorrow’s good,” Harry rambled, not able to stop nodding his head. 

These nerves suddenly shot through him at the prospect of sitting down and finally getting to talk to Y/N. But, he couldn’t deny how happy he was either. When he turned around to walk away, he couldn’t help the small smile that etched onto his face.

And because of the thought of seeing her again, she was all he could think about for the rest of the night. Whilst still at the party, even though they stayed out of each other’s ways, Harry couldn’t help but look in her direction every so often, admiring her, now no shame in his body.

He felt he was going crazy, but he again didn’t have any shame. Not when it came to her.

He especially didn’t have any shame later on, when he was alone in his apartment, moonlight cascading into his dark room being his only source to see anything in front of him. He hastily pushed his jeans down his thighs, falling backwards onto his bed, his back flopping onto the soft surface of his mattress as his hand crawled down his abdomen and into his red briefs.

Harry tried to pleasure himself the way Y/N used to, inching her fingers down his navel until they grazed over his pubic hair, the tips of her fingers gently touching his length before her dainty hand would fully encompass his girth.

Small whimpers began to move past his lips as he continued to imagine Y/N was doing this and not him, but again, he had no shame. But, perhaps that was the alcohol running through him.

That was a lie. It wasn’t his first time picturing Y/N when wanking, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last either. 

Feeling extremely restricted, Harry hooked his fingers into his briefs, pushing those and his jeans fully off his body and then grabbing the edge of his shirt and pulling it over his head, all in three seconds flat. 

His cock slapped his stomach and he hissed at the sensitive feeling of the cool air hitting him, contrasting the heat he felt inside his body. Again wrapping his hand around his girth, he slowly jerked himself, spreading the precum that leaked from his tip down his head. He pictured Y/N hovering over him, giving him soft eyes as she worked her hand quicker, then putting him inside her warm mouth, running her tongue over his tip, lightly sucking him deeper into her mouth, eventually getting him to graze the back of her throat.

The idea had Harry a squirming mess, hips thrusting into his fist, his other hand tugging on the roots of his curls as his moans increased in volume. 

He should have an ounce of shame running through his body. But he doesn’t. And at that moment, as the familiar feeling of his balls tightening courses through him, he definitely didn’t.

Harry also finishes a lot quicker than normal, so he should feel shame. 

But he doesn’t.

❊ ❊

They met at a diner the next day. Sort of a brunch ordeal.

Harry got there first, which wasn’t surprising at all. Y/N tended to be late for everything and anything, sometimes even for work.

The waitress came over a total of three times asking if his plus one would be there soon or if he just wanted to order already. He denied every time, sipping on his coffee, glancing between his phone and the door every few seconds.

About fifteen minutes had gone past their original time and Harry slowly started losing hope. He didn’t want to lose hope, but even this was beginning to get too late for Y/N and he figured she just didn’t have the guts to tell him she was backing out.

Just when he goes to put his jacket on, he hears the bell chime over the door sound once again and he looks up to see if it were actually her this time. 

It was.

She looked out of breath as her hair was all askew from the wind outside. He saw her eyes dart around the room before finally landing on him, more towards the back. 

Watching her take a deep breath, she held eye contact with him as a tiny smile planted on her face and she quickly walked over to his table.

“I’m so sorry,” she rushed, plopping down onto the chair across from Harry. “I managed to oversleep past my alarm. I know I look like a wreck but I literally woke up ten minutes ago before I drove like a maniac to get here, so keep your comments to yourself. Also, I forgot my phone in my rush to get ready and... I forgot my wallet… But! I will pay you back I promise. I’m literally such a mess right now.”

Watching her ramble on and on had Harry feel like nothing has changed between them. She was a talker, Y/N, hardly ever keeping her mouth shut, and that was one of the reasons Harry adored her so much. But, the reason they are where they are is because she just didn’t talk about anything important.

“Don’t worry about it. I was gonna push to pay later anyway,” Harry shrugged, taking the final sip of his coffee before his cup was empty.

Y/N gave him an unimpressed look, before rolling her eyes and opening up her menu. The waitress came over now for the fourth time, a smile on her face as she saw Harry was finally accompanied by someone before jotting down their orders and walking away.

Harry and Y/N attempted to make small talk but when that didn’t really work out for them, the tension around them slowly started to strengthen, which was weird for them. But, neither of them had any idea of how to go about this. 

Y/N fidgeted with the ends of her hair before sitting up straight in her seat, hands slapping down against the table, panicking Harry as she gave him her dirtiest glare. “I’m gonna rip the band aid off, and start this off with a fuck you.”

“What–”

“Look, I know what I did wrong, I didn’t… talk to you like a girlfriend should do with their boyfriend, and I get that you must’ve been frustrated with me. I get why you left. But, you didn’t even try to hear me out–”

“Y/N–”

“Do not! Interrupt me, I’m on a roll. Harry you made me feel like that year was completely wasted because I was going to talk I just… needed to do it on my terms. Not yours. So, fuck you.”

Harry was stunned to stay the least at her sudden outburst. He must’ve looked like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of what to say back, and then he snapped back.

“How was I supposed to know you were gonna talk? You didn’t talk to me so how was I supposed to know? I get how I left was shitty but… I couldn’t stand by anymore and feel like you were using* me–”

“I wasn’t–”

“Hey! I don’t interrupt you, you don’t interrupt me. I told you I love you and seven months after that I still got nothing. It honestly felt like talking to a brick wall and I couldn’t do that to myself anymore. I’m sorry but it’s true.”

It was Y/N’s turn to go mute, processing his words through her mind as rapidly as possible, all while trying not to break down in this small diner, a few people around them already staring at them.

Y/N blinked away the tears threatening to spill, biting at her bottom lip, trying to gain her composure a little bit before she finally gets to talking and answering the many questions he has. 

“I– Please, don’t think I didn’t love you. I did– do? I don’t really know right now but I fully did then. I knew I loved you about three weeks into the relationship actually because… well in those small three weeks you had proven to be so completely different from my previous relationship and I felt so, so safe being with you.

It’s just, my ex he told me he loved me and I believed him but his love wasn’t… love. It was abuse and I fell for it. I put my heart and soul into loving him and he spit that back in my face every time he laid a finger on me in the wrong way or when he said something so awful.” Y/N took a shaky breath in, eyes falling to the metal table between them, not having the confidence to look Harry in the eye anymore.

“W-when you told me, I wanted to scream it back in your face, but my mind held me back because I managed to convince myself that no one was going to properly love me like I-I deserved and all I deserved was the pain my ex put me through. I was so scared you were going to take advantage of my love like he did so I never had the courage to tell you. And – And I’m so sorry Harry.”

Taking her hands into his own, Harry could feel the way her body was slightly shaking and his broken heart almost shattered into millions of little pieces at the sight. “Y/N… you don’t have to apologize to me. I’m sorry I was an ignorant prick.”

“No, no, you didn’t know because I didn’t want you to know. You don’t have to say sorry. I’m saying sorry because even though I felt so safe with you, at the same time I didn’t feel safe enough to want to tell you anything. I’m sorry I put you through that pain and for not telling you and making you think I was using you.

I went to therapy for a while, really figured my shit out and put my ex behind me and learned to love myself again. My therapist she’s… she’s an angel; she really knew how to put me back together.”

Harry gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, using his other hand to wipe away the tears that began to cascade down her cheeks. Without realizing, Y/N leaned her cheek further into his touch, relishing in the familiar feeling of his comfort.

Y/N definitely was different from ten months ago, and he could tell that therapy had worked wonders for her. It was one thing to open up to him, but the way she was so comfortable in doing so, not worrying about what he was thinking at all made Harry feel at ease.

It was clear he was still so in love with her, it made him sick. He can’t tell if he’d ever stop loving her.

Sniffling a little, Y/N retracted her head from his touch, eyes boring into his once again, and this time felt different. This time they weren’t strangers who hardly knew one another.

They were Harry and Y/N again.

“I didn’t mean to start this off so aggressively, by the way. I take back my fuck you’s and I’m replacing them with thank you. If it weren’t for you leaving my ass, I don’t– I don’t think I’d ever get better, or become the person I know I should be. Thank you, Harry,” Y/N spoke softly but sincerely, now giving his hand that was still connected to hers a small squeeze.

Harry shook his head, countering her statement, “There’s literally no reason to thank me. You can say fuck you, I can handle it. I’m a big boy. All of that. . . bettering yourself is because of you not me. I’m just happy you’re happy. It’s always been a good look on you.”

Y/N laughed slightly, shrugging her shoulders while feeling a slight twinge of heat dance across her cheeks.

Soon their food was placed in front of them, and they both looked like they could eat for an entire village. All negativity was washed away, all tension was thrown out the window, and there was nothing in the air but love as they laughed over stupid shit, shoveling food into their mouths.

Both of them could tell deep down, that despite their past, they were gonna be okay.

They’ll be alright.

[flowercrown-bard]

Birds Still Sing When They Fall From The Sky

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 belongs to this

content warning: panic attack, detailed description of what it feels like to think a loved one might be dead, not knowing if a loved one is dead or alive, no major character death but it gets really damn close (that’s why i tagged it as such), something that might look like apoplexy (for someone not in the medical field), blood, mention of memory loss. not sure if it is a ‘dead dove: do not eat’ for anyone else, but it is for me, so i tagged it like that. It should be safe to read until “ The fabric muffled the no doubt indignant reply”. the next chapters probably won’t get any more light-hearted

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Jaskier’s hands have always been beautiful. The way he waved them around when his voice wasn’t enough to express what he felt, the way he would use them to create music out of thin air, the way he would caress Geralt. Soft, smooth skin brushing over scarred one, then wrinkled and trembling fingers that weren’t so different from Geralt’s marred skin, though so much more beautiful still.

As Jaskier’s hands had turned into a canvas for hills and valleys, they had lost part of what they used to be able to do. Sure, he still talked using his hands, but the motions were smaller now for fear of his joints aching, out of tiredness and because Jaskier had hit his hands one too many times while talking animatedly, breaking and bruising the skin far too easily, leaving Geralt to finally return the favour of bandaging him up and pressing fleeting kisses to the bruised skin, knowing it wouldn’t chase away the pain, but at least it would curve Jaskier’s lips into a smile.

His fingers weren’t nimble and clever as they used to be. Jaskier had told Geralt so years ago, when he had admitted defeat in the same tone one would say that an old coat had served its time.

When Jaskier sat behind Geralt, braiding flowers into his hair, he was quieter than he used to be, needing all his concentration to get his fingers to work. It still wasn’t enough. The braids would be loose and the flowers would slip through the gaps, tumbling to the floor, surrounding them as if they were a young bridal pair.

Jaskier had stopped voicing his frustration with his hands some time ago, bearing the failure Geralt could see in his eyes with quiet disappointment, though Geralt never failed to tell him how proud he still was of him, picking up the flowers that had fallen and putting them behind Jaskier’s ears, before cupping Jaskier’s cheek gently.

“Beautiful,” he would whisper and kiss him, feeling Jaskier smile into their kiss.

For all the things Jaskier’s hands had unlearned, there were some that seemed to be so branded on his mind that even after all these years, despite wrinkles and trembling and bruises that bloomed as easily and unstoppably as dandelions, still came as naturally as breathing.

Geralt had seen such a thing before, back when Jaskier used to play the lute, his fingers finding the chords all on their own, without Jaskier needing to look or think about it, as though the motion was engraved into his very being.

This too, had faded with the calluses on Jaskier’s fingers. Geralt didn’t know when Jaskier had picked up the lute for the last time. He wished he did. It should have been something to never forget, a memory to treasure.

Now he could only assume it had been just like any other time Jaskier had played, beautiful, but something that would surely happen again. Had Geralt listened to the notes, not knowing it would be the last time he would ever hear them? Or had he been too preoccupied with something else to even listen properly, not knowing that he was missing the last chance to take in what he was about to lose.

Flowers fell, braids came undone even before they were finished and the lute stood propped up but silent next to the bookshelf where a half-finished notebook would never be filled, because the hands that used to give it life didn’t have the control to hold a quill anymore.

All of this had once been unthinkable to picture Jaskier without. And to think, out of all the things his hands had unlearned, the one thing they still knew, was how to make Geralt feel loved. How to smooth out the crease in his brow, how to slip into Geralt’s hand and hold it tight, how to undo the tangles that most likely have been put there by Jaskier himself.

Geralt closed his eyes and leaned back against the edge of the bathtub, letting himself get lost in the feeling of Jaskier’s fingers brushing through his wet hair, occasionally stopping to let his hands linger on Geralt’s cheeks.

Jaskier’s soft chattering filled the air, as it always did when they sat in the tub together like this. No silence was needed for concentration; this was something that came to Jaskier as easily as if he was born to hold Geralt like this; gently, lovingly, telling him with each touch that he cared.

Therein lay the beauty of this. This wasn’t just Geralt washing Jaskier, helping him out of necessity because Jaskier wasn’t able to bend his elbows enough to rinse out his own hair or reach his own shoulders to scrub there. This was something they did for each other, something they had done long before age had forced it onto Geralt. The calm intimacy of washing each other had been a choice they had made for themselves to show the other that even though they could do it on their own, they didn’t have to, because they had someone with them who cared and would take care of them.

Geralt relished the way Jaskier’s hand stilled in his hair more and more often, whenever Jaskier’s mind sprung another topic onto him that he needed to tell Geralt about, his voice never faltering, even when his hands did.

Jaskier reached for the soap that was drifting in the water between them.

“Are you happy?” The words came unbidden to Geralt, yet they were the most important thing he could say. For all that Jaskier talked and smiled and caressed his face, Geralt needed to hear him say it.

Jaskier dropped the soap and tilted his head to the side as if Geralt was a puzzle he was trying to solve. “I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“That’s not a real answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

He resumed running his fingers through Geralt’s tresses, though there were no more tangles left, the soap forgotten.

Geralt’s eyes didn’t leave his, as Jaskier picked up his chatter again, letting the sound wash over him without really knowing what was being said.

As Geralt was letting the water gently slosh between them, Jaskier’s words drifting in and out of his consciousness, as they did Jaskier’s, Geralt felt himself wishing they could stay like this forever, in this moment where it was just the two of them, making sure the other was cared for. If Geralt could collect a moment in a bottle like sorceresses did lightning, this would be the one.

But the humid air was hot and Geralt could hear a faint rattling accompanying each breath Jaskier took, the steam of the bath battling with his lungs.

Geralt’s chest heaved with a heavy sigh.

“We should get out now,” he said, letting a teasing smile curve his lips. “Before my skin gets all wrinkly.”

Jaskier gasped in outrage and clutched the hand that only moments before had been in Geralt’s hair against his heart. “Oh no, wrinkly skin - heavens forbid! What a tragedy that would be!”

For good measure, Jaskier splashed some water after Geralt, who got out of the tub with an amused huff and went over to the bed to get his towel, taking his time drying himself. It wouldn’t hurt to let Jaskier enjoy some more moments in the water, before Geralt would help him get out, subjecting him to the cold air once more.

Putting on his trousers, Geralt raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the water that now formed a sad puddle in front of the tub.

“You are worse than a drowner,” he said, shaking his head fondly, before pulling his shirt over his head.

The fabric muffled the no doubt indignant reply; Jaskier’s voice sounding strangely lazy, as though his tongue was too heavy to form the words correctly, followed by more splashing.

“That’s not going to win you the argument,” Geralt said, a grin on his face as he turned back to Jaskier. His grin dropped. “Jaskier, what are you doing, sit back down. I’ll help you in a minute.”

Jaskier didn’t listen, or maybe didn’t hear. He swayed where he stood in the water, one hand on the rim of the tub barely enough to steady him.

“Jaskier?” his heart jumped into his throat. “Are you alright?”

A gaping hole opened up inside Geralt’s stomach, as Jaskier’s heart shuddered; a skipped beat where there shouldn’t be one.

“Jaskier, wait! Sit back down.”

He frantically tried to stuff his arm into the sleeve of his shirt faster, only managing to tangle himself up. He was wasting precious time, though he didn’t know what would happen if he was too slow. He didn’t want to find out.

Jaskier’s mouth formed words that never passed his lips. Had one of them been ‘Help’?

Geralt’s pupils turned to slits. It was like time was frozen around him. He dropped the towel he had still been holding, rushing to Jaskier’s side, but he knew what was about to happen, knew he would be too late, even before Jaskier swung his leg out of the tub, his foot landing in the puddle, slipping as if it were ice.

Geralt heard a sharp intake of breath – his? Jaskier’s? – as Jaskier’s hand lost its grip on the tub.

Agonizingly slowly, Jaskier fell, and yet Geralt was slower still. He saw blue eyes widen in shock, a mouth open in a silent gasp, before the splitting crack of Jaskier hitting the floor shattered through the room.

“No, no no, Jaskier!”

Geralt heared himself shouting as though from far away, felt his knees hitting the floor, as he cradled Jaskier’s head.

Blue eyes blinked up at him, confused, not understanding a single thing. And yet fixed on Geralt, as if he was the only thing worth looking at, a lighthouse in a raging storm, when really, he had wasted time, had not done anything to keep Jaskier safe.

“I’ve got you,” he said frantically, his cracking voice too loud, too rushed. “You are safe, Jask. I’ve got you.”

What a beautiful lie, made crueller yet by the faint smile that graced Jaskier’s lips. The puddle Jaskier was lying in turned slowly pink, the iron stench of blood hitting Geralt like a punch in the gut, clashing with the sweet smell of the soap dripping from Jaskier’s hair.

And still Jaskier’s eyes remained on him. With what seemed like an unimaginable effort, Jaskier lifted his arm. It shook helplessly, couldn’t find what it was reaching for. Geralt grasped his hand, his mouth twisting into a grimace at the barely-there pulse beneath his fingers.

He didn’t think. His body moved on its own, as he grabbed the dropped blanket, wrapping Jaskier in it and gathering him into his arms.

Jaskier was so light. He shouldn’t be so light, when it was his life Geralt was carrying.

He didn’t have time to put on shoes, didn’t have the presence of mind to care about the sharp edges of the stones on the path cutting into his feet.

His mind was screaming at him, overshadowing all other thoughts. Get Jaskier to safety. You can’t let him die!

Dark edges crept up on his vision, his heart hammering against his ribs, fighting to burst free of its confides, his breath stagnant. He was back in Rinde, carrying an unconscious Jaskier who was hurt because of him, who had blood dripping out of his mouth, who was dying.

Where was the damn healer? Why was there no one who could help him? Jaskier was dying damn it!

A cough shook Geralt, jostled Jaskier in his arms, as his voice gave out, scratching at his dry throat. Still, he continued to call for help. Someone needed to hear him. Someone needed to know what to do.

Geralt didn’t. He was small again, a child, alone and afraid and unable to do anything. He needed help.

“Geralt.”

A hand touched his shoulder. The voice sounded as if it was coming through a fog, Geralt’s heart too loud in his own ears. Too loud even to let him hear Jaskier’s heartbeat. If there even was a heartbeat to hear anymore.

“Come with me.”

He followed the tug on his shoulder, let himself be guided he knew not where. All he knew was that he couldn’t let Jaskier die. And that he didn’t know how to do that.

He was ushered through a door. There were voices around him, people. It was too loud. He couldn’t hear a thing. He couldn’t hear Jaskier’s breathing.

He could only see his eyes on him. Blue, so blue and so full of trust that he didn’t deserve. Jaskier’s mouth was moving, no words coming out, as if a djinn had finally granted Geralt his wish. His eyes were so damn soft. Why was he still smiling at Geralt?

Someone pulled on Jaskier, pulling him away from Geralt. He bared his teeth, clutched Jaskier tighter. He couldn’t let go. He couldn’t –

“Geralt, please.” That voice again. It was familiar, safe, grounding. “You need to let him go. They are healers. They are going to help him. He is safe now.”

The dark edges receded. Ever so slowly, Geralt’s vision returned to him, let him see more than just Jaskier. Kris was standing next to him, their touch never leaving Geralt, gently prying his arms open.

When the healer approached Geralt again, reaching out for Jaskier, Geralt let them take him.

It felt something slip away with Jaskier. Geralt’s fingers clenched helplessly on his sides, as Jaskier was laid on a bed, out of reach from him – as if Geralt’s touch had ever done him any good.

But he needed – he needed –

The hand on his shoulder was back, stopping him. “Let them work.”

“But Jaskier –“ his voice broke off. One of the healers stepped closer to Jaskier, blocking Geralt’s view of him.

What if Jaskier’s unfocused eyes were still searching for him? What if he needed him and Geralt wasn’t there and he couldn’t help and Jaskier would die surrounded by strangers?

The healers were talking, asking questions Jaskier couldn’t answer. Geralt heard his teeth clatter as his mouth worked to form words. He heard the shift of the mattress when Jaskier dripped to the side, unable to hold himself straight, even lying down as he was. He saw the healers rush to stabilise him, while Geralt could do nothing but stand to the side and entrust Jaskier’s life into the hands of these strangers.

He found Jaskier’s eyes again.

One healer turned to Geralt, his face serious. Why wasn’t she looking at Jaskier? She shouldn’t be talking to Geralt when Jaskier was right there, needing help.

Somewhere in a corner of his mind, he registered that he was being asked questions. What happened? How long has he been like this? Are there any other illnesses we should know about?

An uncalled for sense of relief settled in Geralt’s chest. This, he could do.

His mouth opened without much thought, his voice steadier and surer than it had any right to be, when his hands were still shaking, still wishing for a sword to hold, so that he could protect Jaskier.

Geralt answered the questions, telling the healer all he knew. What if it wasn’t enough? He wrecked his brain searching desperately for more information. Jaskier had always said he was stingy with the details, had joked about it.

This was no joke. How could Jaskier have ever made fun of something that might one day cost him his life?

So Geralt kept talking. He had never understood Jaskier’s need to fill every silence. Now, talking was like a lifeline for Geralt. So long as he kept his mouth moving, kept giving details, he was useful.

The puddle on the floor, the skip of his heart, the blood like the red sky at dawn.

Except, he realised with a clarity that turned his blood to ice, he hadn’t noticed the details. He had not the slightest idea how long Jaskier’s body had been building up to this, how long Jaskier had screamed silently at him to notice.

Had the lingering hands that had forgotten their task been an intimate touch or a sign of what was to come, a sign Geralt had been too blind to see?

The lifeline came to an end and Geralt’s voice faded into deafening silence again. There was no more he could say.

A rattling sound burst through the silence. Like the breath in Jaskier’s lungs when the steam if the water had called him to leave. Only louder. So much louder and so much more final.

Then ear-shattering silence.

Utter chaos, as the healer on Geralt’s side rushed back to Jaskier, following calm instructions from the others. One voice above all, Geralt’s own voice, calling out Jaskier’s name. He needed him to hear. If this was the last thing Jaskier ever heard, it should be Geralt’s voice; he should know that he wasn’t alone, that Geralt was here, he was here and he needed him –

He hadn’t realised he had stepped forward again, the need to see Jaskier, to hold his hand, hold his body close to his own, overwhelming him until a hand pressed against his chest, holding him back.

“You need to leave,” the stranger said, calm and commanding. “We need space to work.”

Geralt was harming Jaskier just by being here. He knew he had to leave. He knew. But his body wouldn’t obey.

A gentle hand – too smooth, no wrinkles, no lute calluses, not fitting like it was meant to belong in Geralt’s hand – took him by the wrist, dragging him away.

While Geralt’s legs moved like the limbs of a stranger, he could hear the voices of the healers picking up again and beneath it all a heartbeat and shallow breaths.

The walk home felt so much shorter than it had before. He had been running, had done his best to get Jaskier to a healer as quickly as he could and still, walking back slowly, dreading the moment he sat foot in their quiet home again, felt like it passed in the blink of an eye.

Kris opened the door for him and gently guided Geralt inside, pushing him onto a chair.

If felt suffocating. Hollow.

The sounds Kris made as they rummaged through the kitchen were all wrong. There was no humming, no senseless chatter, no scraping of a quill against parchment.

Geralt’s hands shook. A quill. Where did Jaskier keep his damned quill?

He barely registered the scraping of the chair against the floor as he pushed back from the table, opening cabinets and drawers until he finally found what he was looking for.

He needed to get Yennefer, needed to write her a letter telling her she needed to come, now.

His hands shook too much. This letters looked almost like Jaskier’s writing did by now, unintelligible, useless except for the fact that they were made by Jaskier. What if Jaskier wouldn’t ever pick up a quill and write again? Wouldn’t do anything ever again?

The trembling in his hands got worse. He tightened his grip on the quill, felt it crack beneath his fingers, watched the ink spill over the few useless, frantic lines he had managed to write.

“Let me.”

Kris pried Geralt’s fingers open, taking the broken quill with them.

“Yennefer,” Geralt managed to croak. His throat was dry, but his voice didn’t shake. It was rough, but no rougher than usual, as if everything was normal. It should be shaking, it should be tight and choked, but it sounded so damn calm. “She has to come. She can help.”

Something was placed on the table before him.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Kris said, their voice a bastion of calm. “You should try to calm down. Here, drink this. It will help.”

The mug was pressed into his hands. Tea. The nauseating scent of camomile.

“No,” Geralt grunted. He couldn’t do this.

He needed – he had to do something. He wasn’t made to sit idly while people were dying. He needed to move, to be useful to prove to himself that he wasn’t fucking helpless.

Kris’ eyes were boring into his back, as Geralt left them behind. He didn’t know where his still bare feet were carrying him until he heard the quiet splash, when they hit water. The bath.

Almost mechanically he grabbed towels and sank to his knees, soaking up the water, scrubbing at the bloodstains it left on the floor. It needed to be clean for if - when Jaskier came back. He would fondly scold Geralt for getting blood all over their stuff. He had done so often enough and still pressed his own precious doublet against Geralt’s wounds when there were no bandages around.

Only now it wasn’t Geralt being hurt.

Jaskier’s blood dyed Geralt’s hands red, looking almost like the ink stains on Jaskier’s fingers whenever inspiration hit too forcefully to restrain his writing flow.

Geralt told himself the spilled blood was no worse than spilled ink, erasing carefully crafted words, erasing the illusion of the safe life they had pretended to lead.

His breath hitched and his throat got tight. In this room, Jaskier had tried to speak to him, his tongue unable to form words. What might have been the last thing Jaskier would ever say to Geralt and he hadn’t been able to understand him.

The dark splotches from before returned to his vision, but now they were red. Red, red, red. Like the blood that wouldn’t come off.

He needed to scrub it away. Nothing bad could happen while he was moving. Jaskier had always been moving, always flittering like a bird, always in motion as if his life was too short and he needed to cram all of his movement in as little time as possible.

He had been so still when he had been lying here, with barely enough strength to lift his hand. And still he had used the energy he needed to touch Geralt. To smile at him. So be near him.

A sob wrecked Geralt’s body, his head bend low and his eyes squeezed shut. He couldn’t think of that now. He couldn’t think of what might have been Jaskier’s last smile. But he couldn’t make himself banish it from his thoughts.

Had Jaskier known what was happening? Had he known this might be the last Geralt would ever see of him and decided to make it as beautiful a sight as possible?

And what had Geralt done? He had scowled and shouted and panicked, making Jaskier see him at his worst. The guilt of it came crushing down on him, pressing against his chest and making it impossible to breathe. He gasped for air, but none would fill his lungs.

“Breathe, Geralt.” Kris’ voice, suddenly close again was not as calming as Jaskier’s would have been. “I need you to focus. What can you feel? Hear? See?”

Water. Water and blood drying on his skin. Kris’s presence right behind him, not touching but close enough to feel the heat of his body radiating. The cold tiles beneath him. The cuts on his feet that he had pushed out of his mind until now.

Kris’ breathing and his own. Two heartbeats.

The towel in his hand, pink with blood.

“There you are,” Kris said quietly, pulling the rest of his mind back to the here and now. “Let me take that.”

“No. I need to get the blood off. The water – Jaskier can’t slip again.” Still, his hands released the towel without protests when Kris reached for it.

“It’s all gone, Geralt. You’ve done all you could.” Geralt let himself get dragged to his feet. “There’s nothing left to do but wait.”

“I can’t- “ His voice broke off when the truth of Kris’ words set in. The floor was clean. Jaskier was in capable hands, hands other than Geralt’s.

“Come on, get some rest. You need it.”

“I need to help Jaskier.”

He could feel Kris’ eyes on him, unable to return the look, knowing that it would be the wrong pair of eyes he would find.

“You have helped him. Now it’s time to help yourself.” They guided him to the kitchen table, sat him down again. The mug with the tea wasn’t there anymore. “I made something to eat.”

Geralt expected the food to taste stale. It didn’t make sense for anything to be good right now, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good eating something warm and hearty. Kris ushered him out of the kitchen when Geralt got up to do the dishes, saying that he had worked enough for the day, that they would take care of it.

Geralt hadn’t realised how dark it had already gotten, until Kris told him to go to bed.

Sleep didn’t come that night. Geralt kept tossing and turning, aching to put his arms around someone who wasn’t there and bury his face in the crook of their neck until all tension left his body. But Jaskier was in another bed, in another house, with strangers who were doing their best to make sure Jaskier wouldn’t fall into a sleep he wouldn’t wake up from.

It was no use trying to meditate. He was too restless, his mind alternating between going completely blank and running overdrive.

There was a cold draft coming in through the window. Jaskier would have shivered if he had been here, using it as an excuse to snuggle against Geralt, as though Geralt’s arms weren’t always open for him.

Was Jaskier cold now? Had the healers given him clothes or was he still wrapped in only the towel?

Geralt’s fingers itched with the need to get up, to do something. He went to their wardrobe, gathering things Jaskier would need. Geralt had always poked fun at Jaskier for packing too much, but now, facing the impossible task of finding what Jaskier would want, he understood.

A new set of clothes. And another, just in case. A book for when Jaskier woke up and was bored. His glasses. Would Jaskier need something pretty to keep dark thoughts at bay? Another blanket?

He had come out of the warm water, he must be so cold. So cold, with no one to hold him, only death offering its icy embrace.

The night dragged on infinitively. Kris found Geralt in the morning, still sitting on the floor, debating over what to bring Jaskier.

Geralt’s heart beat faster than it had in years, when Kris finally deemed him ready to go back to the healers, after forcing him to eat some more.

The sight of Jaskier shattered something in his chest. He looked so small, so vulnerable lying there with one healer by his side, reapplying the bandage on his arm where a long gash was mocking Geralt. At least, he wore clothes again. They were too big, too dull in colour and Jaskier would surely have the time of his life complaining about them once he woke up again. If he ever did so.

No, Geralt couldn’t allow himself to think such things, not now, when he was close to Jaskier again. It was different in the solace of his own company, where no one else would be affected by his strangling thoughts.

Geralt’s body moved on its own, taking Jaskier’s hand in his – so thin, so breakable – and caressing his knuckles, feeling the steady beat of Jaskier’s heart drum in his wrist.

A raspy breath escaped Geralt. Jaskier’s fingers twitched in his, his breath was deep and his heart was beating as it should. Yet his eyes were still closed.

Geralt didn’t leave his side. Wouldn’t ever do so again.

When the healers came to bring Jaskier food, Geralt took it from them with barely a word, cradling Jaskier’s head and giving him the soup as gently as he could, wiping away the drops that clung to his lips and ran down to his chin.

Geralt remained sitting by Jaskier’s side, brushing sweat drenched strands of hair from his forehead and talking to him quietly when Jaskier’s brows drew together in his sleep, Geralt’s name on his lips. Praying to gods he didn’t believe in that Jaskier would be fine.  

He didn’t know how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity. It felt like no time at all.

Finally, in a moment that to the world was as insignificant as any other, but that to Geralt felt as if his entire world had shifted, Jaskier opened his eyes.

Sluggishly, they drifted across the room, aimless and confused until they settled on Geralt and the tiniest smile crinkled the skin around his eyes.

Something burst in Geralt’s chest, a relief he hadn’t dared hope for, flooding him. Jaskier was awake. He was back.

His hand was still weak in Geralt’s and his lips didn’t form words yet. Geralt didn’t know what was to come, but for now, Jaskier’s eyes were open and looking at him with a smile and in this moment, that was all that Geralt could ever wish for.

[smoochkooks]

—if walls could talk (m.)

⇢ pairing: min yoongi/reader

⇢ genre: smut, angst

⇢ word count: 5k+

⇢ warnings: friends with benefits, infidelity, explicit sexual content: unprotected sex, dirty talk, possesivness, slight degradation, very light choking, unhealthy relationships, this is sad im sorry

⇢ summary: for most people, love is an enigma; hard to describe force that brings two hearts together and makes one home. love is happiness and delight. love is goodmorning kisses when sun rises and warm cuddles when it gets dark. love is sharing deepest, most hidden insecurities together and finding solutions for them. love is looking into someone’s eyes and seeking comfort in them.

but for min yoongi, love is the most unfair feeling in the world.

a/n: this is my first ever writing posted here so please give me some love. listen to ‘if walls could talk’ by 5sos.  

If someone ever dared to ask Min Yoongi what is love for him, his answer would fall from his lips without a hint of hesitation.

For most people, love is an enigma; hard to describe force that brings two hearts together and makes one home. Love is happiness and delight. Love is goodmorning kisses when sun rises and warm cuddles when it gets dark. Love is sharing deepest, most hidden insecurities together and finding solutions for them. Love is looking into someone’s eyes and seeking comfort in them.

But for Min Yoongi, love is the most unfair feeling in the world.

It’s sadness and pain, making him want to scream out hopelessly into dead hours of the night his frustrations. For Yoongi, love is nothing but heartache and longing for the person who can’t reciprocate his feelings the way he wishes to.

But for you, the girl he loves, Yoongi would suffer for the rest of the eternity, for the sake of your own happiness, and his downfall.

Intertwined bodies, limbs tangled together underneath the messy sheets, moonlight slipping through the curtains of the bedroom and illuminating silver gleams on the surface of the ceiling. Laboured breaths and swollen lips, drinking poisonous taste from mouths caught mid open in sheer ecstasy that only carnal lust can provide. The sounds of sweat-covered skin slapping on skin, sinful noises with a cacophony of moans.

Yoongi kisses you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to put into it all the unspoken, broken sentences he’s to afraid to let out.

“I missed you,” kiss on the corner of your mouth, just a brief prelude to the symphony of lovestruck boy that he hides behind his rough touches.

“You are the best thing that have ever happened to me,” kiss on the crook of your neck, supressed in depths of your sweetly scented hair, where he inhales the soul shaking intoxication.

And the last one, the scariest of them all.

“I love you,” kiss on your pillowy lips, stealing the breath from his lungs away and leaving him dizzy.

Yet, Yoongi knows, even in his lustful state of numbness, that he cannot say them. He chooses another words, he thinks it’s better like this; when he’s not giving into it too much because it will bring him down. Even though it hurts so bad, stabbing his heart with invisible dagger and spilling blood all over the white sheets.

“Can he fuck you this good?” It’s nothing but a growl against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It’s selfish, truly egoistic, asking things like that, with your nude, pliable body beneath him, submited to his mercy and his touches only, with his cock drilling into you deeply. Yoongi can’t find the strenght to stop. He’s feeding on your strangled proclamations like they are the most delicious course, sweet on his tongue, yet bitter on the edges.

“N-no,” you stutter breathlessly, more of a moan than a real word. “Only you.”

It’s addicting, the way those words slip from your mouth, the way your body arches to him when he thrusts harder, when he plays with you the most dangerous game in the world, the one mixing pain with pleasure. His name rolling of your tongue over and over is a sin, pure ambrosia to his ears but he devoted himself to this temptation a long time ago.

“Yeah? You like when I’m fucking you open like this?” Yoongi asks.

He slows down his pace, dragging his cock through your silky walls agonizingly gentle, watching how it disappears into the wetness of your cunt. You writhe beneath him, eyelids fluttered shut from the immense pleasure he is bringing to you, always giving you the part of himself between each roll of his hips.

When no response comes out of your mouth, he lands a harsh smack to the back of your thigh, making you gasp. Deft fingers find their way to your chin, thumb pressing into the swollen flesh of your bottom lip. “Fucking answer me, slut,” he snarls.

“I–God, I love it,” you blurt out, reaching for his forearms like they are your lifeline. “You’re always making me feel so–fuck, so good, Yoongi.”

Your words push the dagger deeper into his heart, the blood runs thicker. Yoongi starts fucking you harder then, and you rake your nails through his back, until a hiss escapes his mouth because the pain always feels oh, so good.

And you love it too, love the pain your rough fucking brings to your body. You relish in the way he holds you down, pinning your hips to the mattress with enough force to leave purplish bruises. You succumb to him every time, no matter how wrong it is, no matter how loud the screaming to stop this before it will get out of your hand is in your head.

You’re addicted to him just like he’s to you.

His bony fingers slowly caressing your throat make your breath hitch. He doesn’t apply pressure, not yet, he just holds his hand there until you beg him to push, grasping his wrist between your fingers.

“Yoongi, please–”

He lifts his head up and you have no choice but stare right into his eyes, right into his dark orbs that always hide so much love for you, everlastingly for you. You could hurt him all over again, yet he will never falter.

Something snaps in him. Maybe it’s his name on your lips, a breathless plea in his ears. Maybe it’s the deliciously good way your walls hug his dick snuggly inside. Or maybe it’s you in general, cascades of hair strewn around the pillow and face flushed in pleasure.

You, stabbing him right into his heart.

“You are mine,” Yoongi groans before he could stop himself; ugly possessiveness dripping from his tone. Veiny hand around your throat gradually tightens with practiced ease, and your senses blurr. “Mine to kiss, mine to fuck. Mine, fucking mine.” he repeats like a mantra, like he foolishly thinks it will become true after so many times he wished to ink them on your skin, mark you as his and only his. But they are all just words, sentences thrown hastily in the middle of carnal desire.

He feels your walls clenching around him, approaching your high. He slows his pace to bare minimum, fucking himself into you deeper, like he’s trying to reach the very core of your soul. He wants you to come like this, with your eyes glued to his ones. Maybe you would find in them the truth he would never tell.

He captures your lips in a kiss too sensual and too sweet to be mistaken with crimson lust. You sigh into his mouth and his tongue laces with yours, tasting cheap strawberry wine you drank earlier that night. He hadn’t come to you with a plan to have sex. You called him because you needed someone to talk.

You needed your best friend.

However, after few glasses and several lustful glances, before he could even tell you to stop, you were sitting on his lap, lips hovering over his, your center grinding against his crotch, leaving him no choice but indulge. A sigh of “I want you,” spoken directly to his ear was enough to sprung him into action and kiss the fuck out of you, ripping your blouse from your body and have his way with you on the couch, with his face burried between your legs. And then on your bed, where you sleep in the embrace of your boyfriend every night.

“Fuck, baby,” Yoongi grunts, releasing your throat from his grip. “You’re gonna take it, yeah?��� he breathes out, and you could only moan in approval, too fucked out by the feeling of his cock reaching depths of your pussy. “Take it like a good girl–” he continues, practically slurring his words. “–and let me fill up your tight cunt with my cum.”

There’s only a whimper in response from you but it’s enough for him. His face falls to the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over the skin.

One mark, Yoongi thinks, one bite on her neck and he will find out. He will finally know what his girlfriend has been up to these past months. He will know who’s face flashes behind her closed eyelids when they make love, bringing her closer to the edge. But Yoongi would never do that, no matter how tempting the thought is. He has seen you broken so many times before, crying on his shoulder. He has wiped bitter tears from your cheeks, assuring you it’s going to be okay. He won’t stand seeing you hurt again for the sake of his selfish desires.

But is it trully so cruel that he doesn’t want to share? He can cherish you so much more. Make love to you like he wouldn’t. Love you like you deserve to be loved.

Your mouth falls open in ecstasy, sweat covers your brow and forehead. You’re beautiful like this, so vulnerable, caught in the most intimate of ways possible, underneath his body. Your thighs tremble but you circle his bare waist with your legs anyway, bringing him even closer to you.

Your hands find the sides of his face, shaky palms cupping his cheeks, urging him to lean into your direction more. “I’m so close–” you mumble into the seam of his lips, followed by a messy kiss. “Yoongi, please, baby.” A broken sob falls from your mouth as his dick rock into you without any sign of mercy, hitting the one spot inside you that blinds your vision with hot white pleasure.

“Say that again.” Yoongi growls, his hand travelling down your body and reaching the apex of your thighs, when your body ends and his begins. His pace has become sloppier, a sign he is close too. He thrusts so hard it makes you see the stars, chasing both yours and his high. Pleasure sprouts through your whole body, coil in your stomach gradually tightening with the way he strokes your clit.

“Yoongi,” you moan. “Make me come. I want that so bad–” You start moving your hips in tandem with his, meeting him halfway. “–please, baby.”

He doesn’t need anything more than that, at least for now. His thumb traces messy circles on your sensitive numb, bringing you to the climax. You shout his name and he curses, feeling his cock twitching inside your cunt.

“Fuck,” Yoongi groans one last time before he comes, coating your walls with his seed. Few lazy thrusts later he pulls out from you, his cum dripping down your thighs as a dirty reminder of what you have done.

He lays on top of you, supporting his weight on his arms not to crush your smaller frame. Staring into your eyes, into your soul, like he’s trying to memorize every feature of your face, every small detail he knows so well, like he’s afraid he will forget it once he opens his eyes the other day.

You stay like that for a while, basking in the post-sex afterglow, heavy pants falling from your lips being the only sounds audible in the confines of your bedroom. Bu then, you cup his cheeks with your palms, kissing him deeply and so lovingly, he could delight in this moment forever. He could stay in your arms until his death.

You did to his heart what Spring does to cherry trees.

You met all those Springs ago, at the age of seven, on a gloomy day when you were both just in primary school. It was your first day there after moving out to another part of the city. Yoongi remembers it so vividly, you standing among other kids, watching everyone with curious eyes. Then, some older kid came up to you, pointing at your pink polka-dot wellies and started making fun of them. You immadietly bursted into tears in the middle of the playground.

And that was when seven-years old Yoongi decided he didn’t like seeing you in tears for the first time. He left the swing he was sitting at and approached you and the boy, standing proudly in front of him in his blue wellies.

“Don’t laugh at her boots you idiot! Your trainers aren’t cool, they are stupid! At least her socks aren’t wet like yours.” Yoongi said, pointing at the kid’s shoes that were, in fact, completely drenched and dirty with mud. He stucked his tongue out as a final warning and farewell, dissmising the other boy.

You looked at him hesitantly with wide, doe eyes, unsure of what to do. Fortunately, Yoongi knew.

“I’m Yoongi. Do you want to play with me?” he asked out of the blue and sent you a cute, gummy grin. You nodded shyly, going after him. You ended up testing your wellies that day, jumping to every puddle you could find.

You became inseparable since that day. There wasn’t any power that might possibly disconnect you. It was always Yoongi and Y/N, Y/N and Yoongi. Your bond was unbrakeable.

In the age of fourteen, you shared your first kiss under the blackboard sky one summer night, too young and too stupid to know things like love. But it felt so right to stand on your toes and reach for Yoongi’s mouth, placing a chaste kiss on his lips that made his cheeks red. Next day however, you claimed it was a mistake that shouldn’t have happened, that best friends don’t kiss each other, Yoongs. Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat, agreeing with you even though in his fourteen-years old heart he felt different. Even though he didn’t know what it was like to be in love back then, he was sure his heart beating rapidly faster when you were around meant something more.

Years passed and the bitter-sweet time of the high school came faster than anyone had expected. Yoongi started being some sort of a popular boy back then. He wore black leather jackets and ripped jeans, smoked cigarettes at the back of school and fuck girls in shady bars’ bathrooms more often than do homework. He found a new group of male friends, hanging out with them sometimes even more frequently than with you, distancing himself.

He thought it was better like this, when he wasn’t looking at how you even got prettier, smarter, drifting away from his reach. When he wasn’t listening to your rambling about another asshole you had a crush on.

It hurt less like this.

You started going to the parties because of him. They were the constance in your teenage lifes, alcohol swimming in your veins your best company on Friday evening’s at clubs when you were showing fake ID’s just to get wasted and dance for dear life. He liked those moments the most, when there wasn’t any guy around you were interested in, when it was only you and him and a bottle of tequila bought with your first earned money.

Yoongi had never told you how bad he wanted to kiss you every time you swayed your bodies to the loud bass of the music. He had never said aloud how he dreamed about licking your throat with his tongue, how he wished your cunt was the one he runs his fingers through, digging his digits into the wetness and hearing your moans. How much he wanted your pink colored lips wrapped around his cock, instead of some nameless girl’s.

But your were best friends and best friends don’t hook up with each other, as Yoongi overheard you saying it one day to your other friend Jihyo, when she asked you about him. You eventually forgot about this rule though, year or so after, letting him fuck you dirty at the backseat of his dad’s car.

His name was Jaehyun and when you met him, you believed he was your first and last love. He was one of those guys Yoongi hated the most. Obnoxiously rich, too confident and arrogant for his own good, but you fell for his poor charms and sweet words anyway. Until Jaehyun eventually got bored and broke up with you in the middle of a party, leaving you with no choice but stare mouth agape at him, casually flirting with another girl minutes later. However, Yoongi was there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, letting you drown your misery in alcohol along with him.

When your glassy eyes lingered on his lips for a moment too long, he was sure it was his first warning.

When your lips brushed his and he let you kiss him, he knew it was his first mistake.

When you took his hand and led him to the parking lot with clear intentions in your head, he was sure there was no going back from it.

Not when you were lying at the backseat of his dad’s car half naked underneath him, with your skirt hiked up and revealing yourself to his hungry eyes; shy, with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, begging him to ruin you.

You didn’t ask him to be gentle with you, he promised you roughness and fulfilled it, pulling your hair and rasping filthly exclamations to your ears that made your head spin and wetness running down your thighs. He could taste alcohol and sweetness of something only akin to you on your tongue that night. It was addicting and he was ready to overdose.

Yoongi remembers the day you shattered his heart into pieces clearly, like it was barely yesterday. It was Saturday and Saturday meant college parties at Jung Hoseok’s place. He remembers how you took his hand and led him through the crowd of drunk people, just like back in high school days but something was definitely odd with your behavior that night. He knew you too well not to feel that. You were tense, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

You ended up on the balcony, starring at the sky and smoking. You still looked so innocent with a cigarette between your fingers, even after all those years he taught you how to do that during one of the lunch breaks at your high school.

“I moved to Jinyoung last week,” you said suddenly, breaking the silence. “I think I love him.”

Jinyoung wasn’t another Jaehyun or an upgraded version of him. He was studying law and had a bright future ahead of him, which Yoongi couldn’t say about himself. Yoongi hated him as much as he did your every previous boyfriend but something was different with Jinyoung. He actually cared about you and that was what scared Yoongi the most; the lack of flaws in your current boyfriend that could put him in lost position. That could make you chose Yoongi over him.

Yet, Yoongi just chuckled at your words bitterly. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad if he knew they were true. But you were always a terrible liar.

“Funny,” he muttered, blowing out the fumes of his cigarette. “You didn’t seem like head over heels for him when you sucked my dick last Tuesday.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. He knew he hit your sensitive spot, that he had you right there cornered into situation you hated confronting. Because there was no rational explanation of what you were doing, beside how wrong it all was.

You threw away you half-burnt cigarette, looking at him for the first time since you dragged him here. “You are not inside my head, Yoongi. You don’t know what I really feel.” Your tone was laced with anger even if your voice quivered slightly at the end. Because you lied again. He was the one who knew you the most, inside and out.

Yoongi hated how beautiful you looked under the moonlight, how your skin glowed and eyes sparkled, even when you were mad. You were a picture of perfection, a blurry mirage remembering of what he might yet he couldn’t have.

“You’re right. I don’t know how you feel. But neither do you,” he said. “Call me when you will change your mind. You know where to find me.” He shoot you one last final gaze before he left you alone on the balcony, staring into the city covered in darkness.

You didn’t speak a word to him for the next few weeks. No texts, no calls. Until one day you showed up at his door unannounced, crashing your mouth onto his. He didn’t ask any questions when you mumbled, “Make me forget,” between kisses desperately, twisting his shirt in your palms. It shouldn’t have happened. Not like this.

But his selfishness let that occure again and again. Next morning he woke up to cold sheets, a sight of your naked body gone but the smell of you still lingering on the pillow next to his head. You probably came back to him, made some shitty excuse he easily believed in and kissed him as an apology.

If only he knew what sins those lips had committed the previous night.

Yoongi tried to convince himself it’s better like that so many times. He tried to move on, find someone new but in every girl’s face he saw you.

Fairness it’s truly not love’s attribute.

A few days ago you and Jinyoung got engaged. He bought you an expensive ring with a diamond too big for Yoongi’s liking. He proposed on some family dinner, too cheesy for Yoongi’s liking. And again, it was all too soon for Yoongi’s liking, but Jinyoung said it didn’t matter if you were still young, because you love each other unconditionally.

What Jinyoung doesn’t know however, is under what conditions you claim you love him.

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss, throwing his sweaty body next to yours. He turns his head to the side, catching a glimpse of your face, looking directly at him with emotions written on your face he cannot read. You were always like that, a beautiful enigma, an equation he couldn’t solve.

And then you smile, the same way that would put even sun into the shame. He could swear he’s never seen anything more mesmerizing. You’re ethereal, you feel so dreamlike he has to swipe his thumb on your cheek to be sure he hasn’t imagined all of this. But you’re still here.

He pulls you closer, flush to his body. He looks at you carefully, like he’s trying to remember your every feature, every ridge and dip, because it might be your last time together like this. Your hair you hate so bad and always complain about when it rains. Your forehead and brows that furrow every time you wonder about something. Your sparkling, doe eyes he has fallen for so many years before. Your cute nose, rosy cheeks. The curve of your full lips he had kissed countless times.

“What are you thinking about?” you whisper, your voice quiet in a small space of your bedroom.

“Just admiring your beauty.” Yoongi answers simply, flashing you a lopsided smile.

“When did you become so cheesy?” you tease, poking him in the ribs.

For you, I could be like that all the time. I could buy you flowers, take you out to fancy restaurants, kiss you goodbye before you leave for college or work. If only that meant you will be with me, I would try to be the best boyfriend on the Earth. If you just let me.

He chooses no to respond to that, instead asking another question, the one that makes his insides churn. “When’s the wedding?”

You gulp, the guilt taking over your features. That’s when the reality kicks in, waking you up from the dream that last only during sleepless nights. You choose not to look at him, you’re not gonna break down in front of him again today. “In July. Jinyoung thinks it’s the best month to get marry. It brings luck, or something.” you say and he hums, nodding. For the person claiming to be so deeply in love, you look pathetically sad.

“I hope I’m invited.” Yoongi chuckles, but you know it’s a bitter laugh. He kisses your crown lovingly, smiling down at you.

You missed his gummy grin, missed the days when it was just the two of you, and the cruel world. “Yoongi, I'm–” you begin, tears starting to build in your eyes, but he shooshes you, cuddling your body closer to him.

“Shh, I know, baby. You don’t have to say anything. We will talk about it another day.”

You let out a shaky sigh, burring your face in his chest. He holds you like this, flushed to his chest where his heart beats with the love he has for you, lulling you to sleep. In his arms you’re again a little girl in pink polka-dot wellies. You’re again a teenager that argued with her parents about getting caught smoking on a school yard. You’re again the girl who cried because her first boyfriend appeared to be an asshole. You’re the woman he loves and would never be his, no matter how much he wishes.

And to love is to let go. So does he, no matter how much it hurts him to do so.

For the one last time, Yoongi brings his lips to your forehead, kissing you goodnight. When your breath slows down and when he’s sure you’re asleep, he whispers, “You’re going to be the most beautiful bride. I love you.”

What Yoongi doesn’t know, is that you are wide awake the whole time.

“I love you too,” you answer him back in your head. The single tear rolls down your cheek and falls to the pillow.

If walls could talk, there wouldn’t be any silence. Confessions would be spoken out loud, emotions would be revealed. But love, indeed, is truly an unfair power.