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BEBEEE! I need..Girl dad yoongi x wife, smut, fluff, whatever, he’s just really giving PAPA lately and MMMM I need him 🥹🤞🏼🤞🏼 (maybe age gappp???)
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Title: Finally Home
Warning(s): Fluff, slight/brief SMUT, slight age-gap marriage
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy, girly!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
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“Min Yuna, these toys aren’t going to pick themselves up…” You call towards the stairs, knowing your four year old bundle of sunshine was up there right now, more than likely making a mess in one of her other toy bins.
“Leave them, mama!” Yuna shouts back in an overdramatic plea that makes you playfully wonder where she gets it from. You eye the set up in the living room. All five giant stuffed animals are surrounding coffee table like some kind of build-a-bear ritual. There’s play food and toy cups scattered about, and Yuna is upstairs probably finding more toys to add to the chaos.
You check your watch and feel your heartbeat pick up. In just two minutes, your husband would be home. You’d thought military life was hard on you two, only to realize it’s because you forgot how terrible tour life was.
Sure, you could meet up with Yoongi in different cities while he was away, but most times, you had responsibilities here in Korea and couldn’t get the time off to meet him. Plus, Yuna really loved her preschool classes and would pout whenever she had to miss them.
Yuna runs back downstairs and you fuss at her to be careful. “I am!” She assures before realizing that she’s not holding on to the railing. Bashfully, she grabs on to it and slows her pace down the steps. She stands in front of you and shows you the ‘Welcome Home’ sign she’d been working on.
You gasp in amazement as you place your hands on your hips. “Is that for papa? Oh, he’s going to love it..” You say as she smiles proudly at her handy work.
“It’s for the table. A tea party..” Yuna says as you hand the paper back to her so she can put it on the coffee table, leaning it somewhat against one of the giant teddy bears. You smile a bit as you realize you aren’t the only girl beaming at the news that Yoongi was coming home today. He had five days off to rest, and you’d be enjoying every second…
You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the gate buzzing, signaling that it had been opened by someone. Someone who knew the code.
“That’s papa..” You say to Yuna who squeals and quickly gets up to run to the door. You follow close behind. You open the door and you two stand out on the front porch as the sleek, black, Audi R8 pulls into the driveway and parks in front of the garage. Yuna is being held back from running over by your careful grip, and you’re being held back from running over by wanting to lead by example for your daughter.
When Yoongi gets out of the car though, it’s like both of those things loosen. Yuna and you both bound straight towards the five foot nine, Korean man. He laughs and braces himself, grabbing you both by the waist in one fell swoop. He scoops Yuna up and pulls you in, both of you ending up against his chest as you both giggle.
“Mm… Better…” He jokes quietly as he makes a show of smelling the top of both of your heads. Yuna and you share a soft giggle as he plants kisses on her forehead and then your nose.
“How were my girls without me, hm?” He asks, already acting like an old man. It makes you snicker.
“Lonely!” Yuna states with no hesitation. You wanna debate that, but.. You had to admit, it was a little true.
“Lonely?! My girls were lonely?!” Yoongi dramatically gasps, and you giggle at his show. For someone dubbed the ‘savage’ of BTS and despite his perceived cold exterior, this man… The man you married and gave a child to with little to no hesitation… Was a complete and utter dork.
“Oh, I am such a bad partner. How dare I?!” He continues in Korean and Yuna giggles behind her hands.
“It’s okay. We forgive you!” Yuna assures and Yoongi sighs as if relieved. “Come inside, appa!” She says as soon as she remembers the scene waiting inside. Yoongi sets her down and she runs off into the house to make sure everything is perfect.
You smile warmly and wrap your arms around Yoongi’s neck, now fully able to have him to yourself. Even if just for a second. You look up at him lovingly. “Welcome home..” You whisper and he happily sighs, gripping your hips. He kisses you fast. A quick peck like taking a shot. He then hums, as if refreshed before he kisses your lips again and again. You laugh and turn your face from the affection.
“One more! I need one for every day I spent away..” He teases as he moves his face closer to yours.
“Your daughter is waiting!” You try with a laugh.
“I need to recharge!” He argues back playfully. You open your mouth to say something sarcastic back only to get your lips caught again. This time in a full blown kiss. Deep and passionate as he holds you tight. He pulls back only a bit and sighs.
“Now I’m home…” He teases quietly, leaving you breathless…
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You had forgotten how to do this.
You actually wanted to laugh at how awkward this whole thing felt. But why?!
Why did it feel so damn hard?!
You had let Yoongi handle bedtime with Yuna after a very much needed family dinner altogether. You needed the time while Yoongi was occupied reading Yuna’s fifth bedtime story to… Ready yourself.
Shave, lotion, oil, perfume. And then the panic started..
First it was.. What do you wear?
Regular pajamas? Too boring. A nightgown? Too cliché. Lingerie? Too… To the point.
You debate on wearing nothing at all, but.. Come on! Was this a damn porno?! And you only spiral from there.
Do you pose when he gets in here? And if so, what kind of pose? Laying on your side with your head propped up in your hand felt too lazy, but already being set up on all fours seemed… Weird.
Then your mind wonders to dirty talk. What do you say when he walks in here? Hi? I missed you? Fuck me? All of it made you cringe.
It had been a whole month and a half away from your husband, and you wanted tonight to be perfect. To be worth the wait. But it felt like you were overthinking all of it. From the style your hair should be in, to if you should do makeup or not.
You sit on the edge of the bed finally. You had tossed on one of his old t-shirts just so you wouldn’t be naked anymore, and your hair was a mess from different hairstyle attempts.
When you hear a soft knock on the bedroom door, your shoulders slump. You don’t respond, but Yoongi still opens the door slightly, smiling at the sight of you. His reaction was as if he’d walked in on a surprise party just for him. It makes you blush a bit as he slowly shuts the door behind him.
“Yuna is out cold. All it took was two songs and six stories..” Yoongi teases.
“Huh. Only six? She’s gotten easier then..” You joke back and he chuckles softly before softly approaching the bed. He smiles like a dork as he takes you in fully.
“So…” He says slowly, shyly as he stands in front of you. You chuckle a bit and shake your head at him.
“So…” You repeat softly as you look up at him. He softly touches your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb. You lean into his touch.
“I missed you…” He whispers finally, meaning it as he watches you closely. You slowly reach up and grab him gently by the back of his neck.
“Come here…” You whisper finally, just going with what felt right. And this? Pulling your husband on top of you in this moment? It felt right.
You catch his lips in an enthusiastic kiss, both hands moving to his neck before your fingers disappear in his hair. He kisses back fervently, hands moving to your hips before slipping them downwards, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your bare ass since you didn’t have underwear on under this shirt. You shiver at his hands on you finally.
You pant as you pull away from his lips just in time to feel hips lips move to your jaw and then your neck in a matter of seconds. Your head lulls back against the bed, enjoying the attention as he reaches between your thighs to pry apart your legs. You let him settle between them as he bites down on your pulse point.
“Yoongi…” You breathe out, hand gripping his hair as you ache closer to him. He presses against you so you can feel how hard he already is.
“Are you gonna leave a wet spot? Hm? Already?” He teases quietly, close to your ear as he softly grinds against you. You can’t help but moan. You knew that if he did pull away and check his sweats, he’d indeed have a wet spot on the crutch area from you. It was embarrassing, but it was true. It’d been way too long…
“Give it to me…” You breathe out. You couldn’t play this game of teasing and taunting right now. Not when you’d been thinking about this moment all week. Yoongi chuckles lowly and looks at you, resting his forehead against yours.
“Mm… I love you…” He whispers finally as he looks you in the eyes. It makes your heart flutter. This was a little tradition you two shared before any sex was had. A moment. A moment where you’d just look each other in the eyes, and say it. Those three, assuring, words..
“I love you.” You whisper as you realize something important. Lingerie, no lingerie. Laying on your side, or already on all fours. It wouldn’t matter. None of it would. Because this was your husband at the end of the day. The love of your life. And you would have this moment with him no matter how your hair looked, and if you had makeup on or not..
You kiss him happily as you settle into the bed, Yoongi on top of you. Your husband was home. And you were going to enjoy this reunion…
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The End
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“There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."
Fourth type of soul mate: The Soul Mate
"The Soul Mate: When you think of the term 'Soul Mates', this is the usual type of Soul Mate your brain jumps to. Unconditional love follows these souls through each life. It is always a sudden and strong sexual and romantical attraction that is unexplainable to outsiders looking in. It just feels right to be by their side, and after each last breath comes a promise to meet again. In the next lifetime."
Warning(s): Smut and Fluff!
Author's Note: You want more? Here's more.
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September 8th, 1950 Kentucky...
"Just count your lucky stars we're sending you..." Your boss says from over the rotary phone placed in front of you at the ticket booth right outside of the Kentucky Derby. You roll your eyes at the backhanded compliment. You were hoping your first writing project for this damn newspaper would be a... Serious one. There were bigger things happening in the world than some damn horse race!
"This man you're talkin to is a real big deal, you know. Won every race he's been in, and now he's tryin his ass at jump racing. You're gonna capture it all on that fancy camera of yours, and write up a nice little article about his win, or a sad one if he loses." Your boss says, as if you didn't know your own objectives for the day. You sigh and reach into your purse for your pack of cigarettes, but get pulled from your addiction by the man running the booth.
"Got people waiting to use the phone, lady." The man says and you nod, putting on a polite smile.
"Sorry. Sorry. I gotta go, Bobby. I'll be back in the office tomorrow." You say before hanging up, the hot summer air blowing past you as you fix your hair to keep it in place. "Damn hot country air..." You mutter to yourself as you fix your long tan skirt and red blouse tucked into the waistband.
Had to always dress nice...
You walk through the metal gates and scan the large horse track before your eyes land on the stables. Gripping the leather of your purse strap, you embark on the route towards your new story...
Walking into the stables, your nose fills with hay and sweat and iron and horses. So many horses...
"Excuse me?" You ask a random man who's walking past you with a large stack of hay in his grasp. "Do you know where I can find Kim Taehyung?" You ask, nose scrunched a bit to show just how clueless you were.
"Uh... Right over there, I believe, little miss. What brings you here? You his girl?" The man smirks and you hum with false pleasantness in your tone.
"Not exactly..." You mutter before walking off to the section the man had nodded towards when talking to you. When you walk into the stable, you see nothing at first.
"Uh... Hello?" You ask before stepping closer and seeing a young man dressed in jockey gear hiding behind the large brown horse between you two. You pause.
"Taehyung?" You ask and he peeks over the horse slightly to smile sheepishly at you.
"Depends on what you need." He teases quietly as you stare at him closely. You couldn't help it. He was a handsome man.
"Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim. Um... Last second jitters?" You joke as you motion to where he'd been hiding. He stands up straighter and laughs nervously at that, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Me? Jitters? Nah, never." He nods certainly and shakes your hand slowly.
"I came to interview your before the big race." You inform softly, but don't pull your hand away. It felt good in his grasp.
"Oh? Well... I'm on a time crunch, but... I can happily tell you all you need to know... After the race. Say... Over dinner?" He asks hopefully, and you eye him up and down.
"Mm... Depends." You say finally.
"On?" He asks, straightening up at the look of consideration on your face.
"If I find you interesting or not." You shrug before you walk out of the stables, blushing slightly.
What the hell just happened?
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September 12th, 1950 Kentucky...
“Hey. You okay?” The question rings through the night air as you keep pace with each other. You wrap your arms around yourself a bit as you try and fix up your posture.
“Yeah. Don’t I look okay?” You try jokingly. You’d fallen into a peaceful silence as you walked back to your place from your night out at the town’s bar. It felt nice to be around this man, and a part of you didn’t want tonight to end.
He hums softly. “You look cold.” He jokes as he slips off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders effortlessly.
“Oh. Tae…” You try as you softly push it off your shoulders.
“No, no. Don’t you dare give that back.” He says simply and you blush a bit before fixing the jacket back on to your shoulders. It smelled strongly like him, and it did protect you from the chilly night country air.
“Well… If you insist.” You tease and he chuckles.
“Yup. That’s right, little lady. I don’t play when it comes to being a gentleman.” He jokes. “You will accept my jacket.” He smirks and you giggle as you look down a bit at your heels that step precisely on the pavement under you.
“Did you enjoy tonight?” He asks finally, gazing up at the stars with his hands in his pockets as you tuck some hair behind your ear. You hum and nod fast as you spot your house coming into view.
“I’m glad. Been awhile since I was… Able to go out with someone. Glad I’m not rusty.” He says and you smile a bit. Ain’t that the truth. You haven’t been out in awhile, but this just felt so right. Better than any other date you’ve been on.
“Here we are…” He finally says and you can’t help the frown that forms on your lips. You guys ascend the steps and get to your front door. You sigh softly and eye the door before leaning against it, looking up at the 5-foot-10 man standing in front of you.
“This is the part where I’m supposed to say goodnight, right?” He whispers and you gaze into his eyes softly.
“Are you going to?” You whisper back and he chuckles a bit, sheepish.
“Why do you ask?” He challenges playfully, voice a mumble as you smile up at him.
“You just… You’ve got this… Look. In your eyes…” You whisper back and he looks at you. His eyes were open books. You could see he didn’t want this night to end just like you…
“Oh? And what kind of look… Would that be?” He asks quietly and you bite your lip while you slowly reach up to touch his tie.
“The kind of look that says… You don’t wanna leave just yet…” You whisper as you gaze at his tie instead of his eyes because then he’d see that you wanted that too.
“Oh, really?” He whispers and then looks at your door before looking down at you again. “Are you gonna take pity on me then?” He asks and you finally look up at him, your cheeks hearing up only a bit as you shift slightly on your feet.
“Maybe just… To get some water for the road. It is the nice thing to do…” You say softly as you stand up straighter.
He nods. “I’d appreciate that. Yeah, water… Water sounds real nice…” He smiles.
“Just water.” You say as you point a finger at him, and he holds up both hands innocently.
“You’ve got my word.” He says and you only hum before letting you both inside.
The conversation flows nicely and freely over two glasses of water as you sit at your kitchen table. You each enjoy some fruit as well to nibble on as you focus more on each other. The time passes by so effortlessly and when you finally catch sight of the time, you see it’s almost one in the morning.
“Goodness sake…” You chuckle as you shake your head. Taehyung looks over and is also stunned by the time. “Look at that. Holy…” He trails off as you get up and start to gather the dishes and glasses.
“Getting late.” You note bashfully as you head over to the sink, mind wondering of what the night can hold for you two. As if reading your mind, Taehyung walks over to the sink too.
“Is this goodbye?” He asks quietly as he watches you start to wash the dishes. You look at him.
“What do you want?” You ask finally as you watch him smirk at the question.
“What do I want…” He mutters, as if thinking. “Can I be straightforward?” He asks and you can’t bring yourself to talk so you just nod.
“Well. I want… you. I want you… Under me. Legs wrapped around my waist. Nails digging into my back. I want you… To be absolutely… Lost… In pleasure.” He whispers as he looks you right in the eyes. You feel your entire body heat up at just his words and slowly turn off the water before you turn fully to face him.
“And how do I know you… You’re gonna stick around come morning?” You ask sheepishly. You wanted to give in too, so bad. But… What if this was all some game? He chuckles quietly at your question and shakes his head as if amused that you’d even ask that.
“There is… Nowhere else… I’d wanna go.” He whispers honestly and you feel your heart race as you grab his face and crash your lips into his, kissing him deeply as he quickly grabs a hold of your hips.
The make out is hot and heavy and he pulls away for a split second to catch his breath. “I can’t wait. Here. Now.” He pants before turning you around, so your back is to him, kissing along your neck and biting the cork of your neck as you shut your eyes in pleasure, gasping at the suddenness of his need for you. He makes quick work of unzipping your dress, groaning at the black lace set that makes you blush. You were hoping for something, that much was obvious.
With your dress now looked around your feet and his lips working your shoulders and back, his rough hands roam your body as you moan softly, enjoying being taken care of like this.
“Tae!” You moan out finally. His hand slides into your underwear and you gasp sharply only to be held between the counter and Taehyung while he rubbed your clit firmly.
“Oh! Oh!” You moan as you press right against his hand while he groans at how wet you are. You couldn’t help it. And thanks to him pressing against you, you didn’t have to worry about your legs giving out.
“Oh. What is it, darlin? Hm?” He teases quietly. “Tell me. Tell me what is it…” He encourages in your ear quietly as you grip the countertop, gasping out his name in response. It’s the only thing that could come to mind at this point.
“Mm… Lean back.” He orders and you do just that, your head falling back on his shoulder. “Look up at me…” He pants and you force your eyes open, looking up at him as you whine quietly against his lips, grinding against his rough hand…
“There you go…” He praises quietly. “Hi.” He teases and smiles softly before kissing your forehead tenderly. “What do you want, Y/N?” He whispers and you feel your mind racing. You wanted so much all at once, honestly…
“Tell me what you want…” He encourages as you start to kiss his neck and up his jawline while you shiver softly at his attention.
“I want you…” You manage to breathe out as you continue rocking against his hand, your clit throbbing for release.
“I can tell. You’re so damn wet down here…” Taehyung pants as he presses firmly against you and you feel how hard he is.
“You’re one… To talk…” You moan quietly, eyes shutting again as you grind your ass back on the bulge. He groans lowly.
“Fuck, Y/N…” He groans as his other hand roams up your body to grip one of your breasts through your bra.
You feel his finger tease your entrance before his other finger follows. You breathe in sharply as you feel him start to slowly finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit. You cry out, head back against his shoulder. You felt trapped in the best way possible.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want…” He whispers in your ear as you start to trample in pleasure.
“I-I can’t… I can’t w-wait!” You whine. You needed more and you couldn’t wait for it. You needed to feel full now.
“Can’t wait? Can’t wait for what, hm?” He taunts quietly as his hand slips under your bra and starts to tweak at your nipple, making you arch your back.
“I’ve got you. Feel good for me…” He whispers in your ear and something just snaps in you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You kiss Tae hotly and grab the back of his neck, turning in his arms. He doesn’t even have time to react before you’re both falling on the kitchen floor, you straddling him. There’s no pain, just a white-hot need for more. For him. You blindly make quick work of his clothes, basically ripping open his tan vest and yanking at his tie as you make out.
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April 19th, 1952 Kentucky...
"There you two are..." You say as you hop down the wooden steps of the farmhouse you'd gone to enjoy the ceremony in. The silk white wedding dress hugged your body like a dream, and the long sleeves helped protect you from the cool evening air.
Taehyung and your father look over at you as you run over to basically tackle your husband, enjoying the feel of his body against yours.
"You found us." Your father snickers as Tae kisses your forehead softly, an arm coming around to hold you tight to his side.
"Am I needed inside?" He asks you softly and you hum quietly.
"Not exactly." You say back bashfully.
"I think you're needed for husbandly duties." Your father jokes and Taehyung laughs softly as he eyes you playfully. "I'll leave you two love birds alone." He continues and you move away from your husband to hug your dad before he heads inside.
With you both alone now for the first time all day, you can't help but grab his face, kissing him deeply. He laughs against your lips but wastes no time in kissing you back. "Finally." You joke quietly against his lips, your hand going to play with his tie as he smiles bashfully at you.
"Come on now. We've got forever to kiss like that." He snickers softly as he grabs your waist firmly, holding you against him as he looks deep into your eyes.
"Not long enough." You taunt quietly as you wrap your arms around his neck. He hums and kisses your forehead sweetly.
"Imma make you eat those words, Y/N." He threatens jokingly as he sways with you ever so slightly, as if he couldn't help but move with you under the night sky. Your heavy head finds home against his chest, eyes shutting as you smile peacefully. This is what you needed...
"Do your worst." You whisper finally, eyes opening only to watch the way your gold band shimmered in the moonlight, hand gripping his tie more. You've never seen something look so... Perfectly placed. Like the ring was made specifically for you to wear as his wife. A title that was so accepted wholeheartedly.
"I hope we get more forevers..." You whisper, eyes shutting once more so you're fully drowned by the feeling.
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September 8th, 2023 South Korea...
"Just count yourself lucky, Y/N..." Your boss says as you hold your cell phone between your shoulder and ear as you walk through the spinning glass door of the recording building you'd been told to go to. You roll your eyes at the backhanded compliment. You were hoping your first writing project for this damn blog would be a... Serious one. There were bigger things happening in the world than some K-pop idol enlisting in the military!
"This man you're talking to is a real big deal, you know. Part of the biggest boyband in the world. You're gonna write up a nice little article about him, and then be on your way." Your boss says, as if you didn't know your own objectives for the day. You sigh and reach up to fix your hair that had gotten messy from the wind, but you're pulled from your conversation by some intern approaching you slowly.
"Y/N Y/L/N?" The man asks, and you nod, putting on a polite smile as you hold up a finger, silently asking for one more second on the phone.
"Sorry. Sorry. I gotta go, Bob. I'll be back in the office tomorrow." You say before hanging up, giving full attention to the intern as you fix your tan slacks and red blouse that was tucked into the waistband.
Had to always dress nice...
"Mr. Kim is upstairs? Fifth floor." He says before beckoning you to follow him. You grip the leather of your purse strap as you embark on the route towards your new story...
ok ok i just got this random idea bare with me
Chubby mid size cute reader, she is very confident but gets inscure from time time
Namjoon is her BF 😉😉and they are camping with their friends. ( some of them are not that nice to her abt her looks).
One girl then says a comment pitting her that she cant be carried or manhandled due to her wait.
Later Namjoon carries her with one arm out of the blue in front of everyone and then a nice spicy time in the woods
Very random 😂😂😂 only u can make it happen😂😂😂
I feel blessed to have so many Namjoon requests!!
Title: For Me...
Warning(s): Insecure!Y/N, Slight B0dy-Sham!ng, Hurt/Comfort, Smut! And of course Fluff!
Author's Note: Obviously set in an AU where Namjoon has his license and drives lol. Enjoy!
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"Yes!" Namjoon cheers the second he throws the car in park. You look up from your book, blinking the sleep from your eyes.
"We're here?" You ask, feeling the surge of relief that you no longer have to sit in this car anymore.
"Uh-Huh." He says fast as he gets out of the car, pausing to breathe in deep through his nose. "Baby! You smell that? That's nature, baby!" He cheers excitedly and you close your book, giggling softly as you get out of the car while watching your boyfriend of just six months spin around giddily.
He was a giant dork, and it made your heart flutter in the best way possible.
"Ay! Namjoon! There you are, man. Took you long enough to show up!" Dae laughs as he walks over from where the tents were set up.
When Namjoon had told you about this camping trip with his friends, you were pouty, you had to admit, but you were understanding that he needed time to cut loose with his friends. Especially before he had to run off to the military. BTS being on hiatus meant he had more time to roam and explore and the one thing he's been looking forward to is getting back into nature. When he invited you to join the camp trip, you hesitated. You knew the members of BTS, yeah, but these were buddies of his from back home. Guys who knew him from way back when. School days.
You wanted them to like you, that's all. You slowly get out of the car as Namjoon starts hugging his buddies who run over to greet him. You fix your shirt and hold the sweater more around you. Your sweatpants now feel like a bad idea since all his friends look actually put together. You had done the bare minimum of getting ready, and now you couldn't help but fuss at your hair a bit.
"Oh! Guys, this is my girl. Y/N..." Namjoon smiles proudly, dimples on full display. The four guys surrounding him all eye you up and down.
"This is Y/N?" One guy says slowly as if you're not who they expected. You smile sheepishly as you walk over to grab Namjoon's hand that he's holding out for you.
"Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt guys' camping weekend. I promise, you won't even know I'm here." You try joking as they continue to just look at you.
"Ay, it's all good. My girl came with too." Dae shrugs as he nods to the campsite where a girl still sat, flipping through a magazine. You nod, kind of relived that you wouldn't be stuck in these woods with just guys.
"I'll go get the bags." Namjoon says and squeezes your hand to assure you before he goes back to the car.
"So, what are you guys thinking for lunch?" You ask to try and start a conversation. The guys all share a look and one finally snickers.
"Too easy." He says before walking away while shaking his head as if humored by something. You feel your heart drop at that moment.
Fuck, this was a mistake...
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The next morning, you're woken up by Namjoon kissing all over your face as he wraps his leg around your waist. You grumble playfully and open your eyes to face him. Last night had been a nightmare for you. It was full of backhanded compliments and little glances from everyone in the group around you, as if everyone was in on a joke that you didn't know about.
But you DID know the joke. You knew your body, you knew the difference between you and Namjoon, you knew the irony. 'Ha-Ha, Namjoon is all about the gym and health and look at him dating a plus sized girl'. You weren't dumb or blind. You knew your body weight and type, but you also knew that you had one of the best leaders of K-pop wrapped around your finger and drooling over you at any given second. It didn't full stop the self-doubt, but it helped a bit.
You've been chubby since you were a kid. You've heard and dealt with it all. A weekend with jerks like your boyfriend's friends wasn't gonna hurt you too much. And you definitely didn't wanna bring this to his attention either. After this weekend, you'd never have to deal with these people again...
"Morning, baby. We were gonna head to the lake. You're coming, right?" Namjoon whispers finally after a moment of just rubbing his nose with yours. You hum softly at that and stretch a bit.
"That sounds nice." You nod tiredly. You hadn't slept much due to how hungry you were. You picked at your dinner the night before as to not be a cliché plus size person. You watched though as Namjoon had three bowls of the ramen and his buddies all drank and had about two to four each. It was a bit unfair. You wondered for a moment why you had to act carefully when slurping up noodles when your boyfriend sat proudly right next to you, eating and drinking away. Why you had to take small sips of water and after a few bites of food claim you were full when everyone around you shameless enjoyed themselves. Could it be because you had something to prove? Yup, exactly.
"Hey. You okay?" He asks softly as he eyes you closer, hand pushing your hair back to really look at you. You look up at him and the urge to vocalize your uncomfortability is strong, but you shake it off. It was Saturday and you'd be saying your goodbyes Sunday morning. You could do this.
"I'm all good. It was just so hot last night. I couldn't get comfy..." You lie softly and Namjoon nods, pecking your nose.
"Maybe we can sneak away after swimming for a bit and take a nap." He offers softly as he rests his forehead against yours. It makes you blush as you nod along. You two get up soon enough and throw on your bathing suits.
You make sure your black one piece is on right since it was kind of strappy in a few places. You step out of the tent real soon and see all the guys and Dae's girl all look over at you, eyeing your body. Dae's girlfriend gently tugs at Dae's shirt and whispers something in his ear, making him laugh and nod his head in agreement.
The overwhelming feeling of regret swallows you whole and you grab one of Namjoon's shirts to put on over your shirt. You try and act none the wiser to all the snickering which only makes your self anger grow more.
"Okay! Bag is packed and ready to go!" Namjoon says as he steps out of your tent and pauses. "What's funny?" He asks his buddies and they all laugh before shaking it off.
"Nothing, man..." Dae says before walking off with his girlfriend. The other boys follow and Namjoon eyes you and smiles a bit as he tugs at the shirt you had on.
"What's with the cover up?" He asks and you shake your head.
"Just don't wanna get sunburned..." You say softly, not wanting to put a damper on Namjoon's vacation. Just one day. Just one day...
He nods and offers you his arm for the short walk to the lake...
When you get there, the water is cool and clear which is a great contrast to the sun that was beating down on you all today. You get in the water and focus on swimming with Namjoon when Dae grabs his girlfriend from her tanning spot on the dock. He lifts her with both arms as she screams for him to let her down and not to throw her. He doesn't listen and chucks her right into the water.
When she surfaces, she starts yelling at him for throwing her while all the guys laugh expect for Namjoon. He holds you a bit closer to his chest as you both bob in the calm lake. She finally sees you looking at her and glares at you.
"What?" She asks.
"Nothing. Just... Sucks that he ruined your hair." You say back gently. She eyes you a bit and then puts on a false smile.
"Well, at least my boyfriend can pick me up." She says in a joking tone and the boys laughing makes your heart feel heavy in your chest.
"What?" Namjoon asks, having heard her right but shocked that those words even left her mouth.
"Oh, Nam, calm down. It was a joke." One of his friends chuckles and Namjoon glares, obviously pissed at this moment.
"Yeah? I'm not laughing." He says shortly before swimming over to the dock and getting out.
"Namjoon, come on..." Dae tries as your boyfriend grabs his towel and then one for you too. You swim over silently, knowing better than to do anything else but just go with Namjoon to get him out of this situation before he blows up.
He helps you out of the lake and wraps the towel around you before you both leave back to the campsite, ignoring his friends as they try calling you for you guys.
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You sit between Namjoon's legs, pressed back against his hard chest as you hold the newest novel you have to share cause if not, one of you will read ahead. The walk back to the tent had been silent, the shower at the bath house had been quiet, and now the reading time you two share was full of this tense silence. You knew Namjoon was still pissed and you just hoped you could keep him calm till you left tomorrow morning.
"Done?" You ask, so you could know if you should flip the page or not. When you don't get an answer, you turn your head to face Namjoon and see him deep in thought, jaw clenched and face hard set. You frown softly and gently grab his face to make him look at you.
"Babe. It was a dumb joke..." You try quietly and he looks you in the eyes.
"You didn't sleep well last night because of them, didn't you." He says quietly, putting it all together in his head. It makes you frown, but you couldn't lie to him.
"I was... A little upset. Yeah." You admit quietly.
"Why didn't you tell me? I never want you in a place where you're that uncomfortable, Y/N. You know that." He says as he looks at you.
"They're you're friends, Joonie. I-I just... Wanted you to have fun." You try as he looks at you with a frown.
"Well I'm in hell when you're being hurt." He says quietly. You sigh softly and move to nuzzle into his neck.
"I'm used to this, babe. I grew up plus size." You point out quietly and Namjoon shakes his head.
"And? It wasn't right then, and it sure as hell isn't now." He says.
"I know your body. I love your body. Because your 'body' is just skin. Skin that protects everything in you that matters most." He states seriously. "It protects your heart... Which is full of love and care for the world. It protects your brain... Which is always more intriguing to me than any book out there. And it protects your spirit. Which is what I fell in love with. These amazing curves are a bonus." He says softly and you snort playfully while rolling your eyes.
"I know. I'm perfect to you." You mutter playfully, as if you're annoyed by hearing it.
"You're not just perfect to me. You're perfect for me, Y/N. I love you. And I'm not gonna let anyone talk about or to you in anyway." He says quietly as he holds your waist.
You hum. "Tomorrow morning, we can leave." You assure.
"First thing in the morning..." He agrees.
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Later that evening, everyone sits around the fire, silently eating and drinking. The tension is thick, and no one dares to make a joke or try and break the silence in anyway. You wanted Namjoon to let go of the grudge and have one last dinner with his friends, but he had insisted that anyone able to make you feel shitty was no friend of his. You were still trying to fight off the guilt, but you knew if you had anyone around you that made Namjoon feel a certain way, they'd be gone ASAP too. You just had to stand by your boyfriend's choice.
"I think..." Namjoon finally says, his deep voice demanding all eyes on him, and they are. Everyone is looking at the five-foot-eleven Korean man as he sets his plate down and rubs his hands together slowly. "Before we call it a night, a few things need to be done.
"One. I'd like to remind you all... That she," He nods to you as you sheepishly play with your bowl of beef stew cooked over the campfire. "Is my girlfriend. The woman I love. And I expect nothing but respect for her." He says, his voice calm but with this dark edge to it. Like he was not expecting any argument to his statement.
"Two." He continues. "At the end of the day, you don't have to find her attractive. She's mine for a reason. Because I find her attractive." He states. "And thirdly, if you don't find her attractive? You're just lying to yourself." He snorts and you bashfully roll your eyes at him.
"You all... Need to apologize for what the hell went on with this trip, and you'll be lucky if I ever want to see any of you again." He states honestly. You gaze along the faces of all his buddies, and you feel slightly guilty, maybe even a little childish due to this lecture. You felt like a kid who just tattled to the teacher. But... You hadn't 'tattled'. Namjoon had heard it. You weren't being overdramatic, you weren't play victim, and you didn't deserve this treatment. And you just had to keep telling yourself that...
With a deep sigh, Dae is the first to speak. "Y/N, we're... We're sorry. We were just joking, you know. Giving you a hard time? That's what we do in this friend group..." He says and you look away from him at that.
"Yeah, well that's not what you do with her." Namjoon speaks for you, and you set the bowl down and nod once at Dae. "Don't accept that half ass apology." Namjoon says to you, and you keep your mouth shut. He stands up finally and dusts his hands on his shorts.
"We're leaving tomorrow morning, early. Y/N." Namjoon says, and you quickly stand up only to feel his arm, wrap around your waist from behind. You feel him lift you up and squat down a bit to put you over his shoulder as you squeal in slight alarm.
"Y/N and I are going to bed. Don't bother us." He says shortly before looking a Dae's girl. "And maybe Dae could lift you, if he went to the gym more." He says simply before carrying you away towards your tent that you had moved away from the others for the night.
"Joonie! Put me down!" You hiss as he gets you two into your tent and sets you on the small foam mattress inside your tent.
"What were you thinking? You could've hurt yourse-" He cuts you off by kissing you deeply, you instantly get lost in the kiss.
"Don't disrespect my lifting abilities like that..." He teases quietly against your lips before kissing you more passionately. You can barely react in time as he pushes you back on the bed freely, climbing on top of you.
"What... What are you..." You pant against his lips before he quickly sits up to take off his shirt and then lays back on top of you, covering your jawline and neck with kisses that made you shiver.
You shut your eyes, melting into the cot as he lowers his lips down towards your cleavage. He's quick to pull your tank top up and bra cups down, freeing your nipples as he grips your breasts in both hands.
"I'm showing you that I love this body..." He whispers before tonguing your nipples one at a time, sucking each one hard to turn them into sensitive buds as you arch your back, head rolling back to moan before you cover your mouth.
"Don't cover up. I want them to hear it. Let them know that I know exactly how to handle you. That I thoroughly enjoy you whenever I can..." He whispers before moving down your body, biting all along your tummy as you look down at him, body feeling on fire at this very moment.
"I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you..." He whispers honestly as he settles between your legs, making you blush hard.
He makes quick work of your shorts and keeps your underwear on, blowing softly on the wet spot and making your clit twitch.
"Joonie... Oh fuck..." You gasp as you reach down to grab his hair, needing to feel something against your soaked core and fast.
"Such a goddess." He praises softly before he gets to work lapping at your clit slowly at first. Your head rolls back as you shut your eyes, always enjoying these sensual moments. Namjoon never teases, but he also loves when things slowly build up, especially since the closer you get the louder you get. He had a thing about you being... Verbal.
"Namjoon..." You pant, keeping this in mind. You loved making him feel good over his ability to make you feel good. It was an exchange of sorts. Sometimes you even found yourself twisting and arching your body in different directions as you screamed out because it just egged him on more. Thank god for porn. It was the best teacher...
He turns sloppier the louder you get, and you lose track of where you are at this point as your moans and hard tugs at his hair egg him on more.
At a certain point, feeling how drenched your underwear is from both your juices and his saliva, you pull him up to kiss him, your tongue exploring his to taste yourself on him. He grabs your neck to hold your head still and proceeds to suck on your tongue, and you all but lose all decency at that second, flipping you both over so you're on top.
"You want them to hear? The let's make sure they hear..." You pant with a giggle as he grips your hips hard and sits up to pull you harder against his bulge that is very much present through his shorts.
"Fuck yes, darling..." He whispers in awe before kissing you hard.
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The next morning, no one can look you both in the eyes and that's fine, because you're still too blissed out from last night to care what they can or can't do. Namjoon says nothing as he packs up the tent and you know you can't force him to drop the attitude long enough for a proper goodbye.
"Joonie..." You say quietly when you two are finally in the car and driving down the dirt road away from the camping grounds. He hums, eyes stuck on to the road with one hand on the wheel.
"Don't stop being friends with them because of me." You whisper and Namjoon smiles slightly at your concern before he grabs your hand.
"Damn your good heart." He says softly and you pout.
"I'm serious..." You try and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly.
"I know you are. And so am I." He says softly. "You're my best friend, Y/N. And I wouldn't have it any other way." He says honestly and it stops your pouting for a bit as you look down at your entwined hands sheepishly.
"I love you." You finally mutter and lean over to kiss his soft cheek, feeling his dimple form under your lips and it just makes you giggle ever so quietly.
"I love you too..." He whispers, looking at you for a moment to show he means it, and you couldn't be more confident of that in this moment...
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From one plus size girly to another: You are ENOUGH! You are attractive, and you are indeed that bitch lol. Love you all!
OC getting jealous from the dancers in 3D so JK fcks her in his room on set to prove her wrong 👻👻👻👻👻👻
I love this, but I had to put a spin on it, you can hate me later...
Title: 3D
Warning(s): Dom!Y/N, Dirty Ta!k, Overst!m, Subby!Jungkook
Author's Note: Some Himbo!Jungkook action going on here cause he just gives off that vibe lol. Enjoy!
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"'You're gonna love it, babe', 'The song's all about you and I, babe'..." You mumble in a goofy voice before rolling your eyes. Your boyfriend of a few months had happily invited you on to set of his newest music video and you weren't impressed by all the girls checking him out as he bounced around the set, hyped up and ready to give his all.
"Y/N! Look!" Jungkook calls out to you as you take a deep breath to release your petty aggression. You look over at your boyfriend and pause as you eye the white blazer he was in with no shirt on under it.
"I look good?" He asks happily and you open your mouth to answer, but get cut off by some random backup dancer.
"You look amazing, Jungkook..." She says and you wanna yank her by her blonde locks, but hold yourself back. It's been all morning of this and you were begging any and every god and spirit up above to grant you patience because you were close to losing it.
"I'm going to the trailer." You finally say, tired of putting on a smile. You walk off through the video shoot set towards the trailer parked at the end of the parking lot. Jungkook notices right away, looking towards the director.
"Cut? Please?" He asks and when he gets a nod, he's off towards the direction of the trailer as well.
You sigh as you walk in and make quick work of your sweater. You were hot and annoyed and tired and-
You're pulled from your thoughts by Jungkook walking in after you. Great...
"What's wrong? I wanted you here for fun. Why aren't you having fun?" He asks softly as he looks at you with a frown that you want to yank off of his face. He had no reason to be all upset. You should be the only one frowning here.
"I don't know, Jungkook. Something about my boyfriend being grouped all day long while I watch with the hot sun beating down on me just isn't all that fun." You say finally and he pauses.
"Groped? By who?" He asks and you give him a look.
"You're not serious, right? All those dancers who are eye-fucking you!" You say loudly because it's so painfully obvious! He stares at you with his face just as confused as before. As if your outburst didn't clear up anything.
"Y/N, I... I still don't know what you're talking about." He says, and you groan loudly before grabbing his face and kissing him hard. He wanted to play dumb? Fine.
As the kiss starts to heat up and his hands grip your waist, you pull away. "You've been bad." You whisper against his lips, and he looks at you, eyes instantly growing softer.
"What? I-" You cut him off from his gentle voice.
"You have been misbehaving, puppy." You say quietly as you look up at him.
Size didn't matter at this moment.
Control did.
And Jungkook... Loved being controlled.
"But... I... No, I haven't-" You cut him off from his pouting.
"Are you talking back?" You ask sharply and he quickly shakes his head.
"N-No, Y/N, I just-" You grab his chin and make him look at you in the eyes.
"What did you just call me?" You ask and he shivers quietly, looking at you with a small pout.
"Mistress..." He whispers finally. "Please. I was good. I... I have been so good, mistress. I can't help it if people look..." He tries softly and it makes you glare at him. Wrong answer.
"I know what the problem is. I was away for three weeks. You've been bad because you've forgotten who you belong to." You whisper as you stare him down.
"Mistress... No. No, I... I know who I belong to. I know I'm your puppy. I..." He trails off long enough to kneel in front of you as you cross your arms.
"Puppy's sorry, mistress..." He whispers as he looks up at you while nuzzling against your bare legs thanks to your shorts. You hum as you reach down to brush his hair back before you yank it back hard, so he looks up at you. He softly whimpers, but his tongue licking his bottom lip showed you just how much he loved it.
"Get undressed. Get on the bed." You whisper finally as you watch him nod as best he can with your grip still on his hair. Without a moment of hesitation, he undresses down to his boxers which were also white.
"I know I was bad. I should have... Told them to stop looking at me like that, mistress..." He whispers and you laugh humorlessly.
"Too late for that now." You say as you walk over to stand between his legs as he looks up at you from his seat on the corner of the bed.
"I bet you loved their attention. Because you knew how badly it was pissing me off. Desperate puppy like you? Any attention is good attention, huh..." You whisper as you push him to lay back. He whines quietly at the accusation, but he doesn't deny it...
"Guess what I came with..." You say as you straddle him before reaching into your back pocket. You pull out a golden dog collar. Jungkook's eyes light up when they spot it glistening in the sun rays that are seeping in through the small crack in the curtain. It was ironic. The golden maknae with his golden collar on to be your golden puppy. Such a cute and stupid puppy...
"M-My collar!" He whispers, smiling happily and you hum before putting it back in your back pocket. He instantly frowns.
"Wait. Wait. My-" You cut him off.
"I don't think you deserve it, puppy. I don't know if you're even mine anymore." You say simply.
"What?! No! Of course I'm your puppy." He says fast in a pouty tone. It never took much to get him all small and whiny. He was a perfect play toy. Then again, ARMY swore he was perfect at everything...
It makes you snicker a bit.
"Then prove it..." You whisper as you slowly start to grind against him. He gasps and his eyes shut instantly at the attention. You grab his neck and he moans quietly until you squeeze slightly.
"Eyes stay open, puppy." You growl as you grip his neck firmly. He whines as he opens his eyes only for you to kiss him harder. He can barely keep up as you grind harder against his crotch.
"Please. Please." He whines quietly against your lips as you start to feel him harden under you.
You ignore the soft pleas between heavy pants as you quicken your pace against his hard cock now.
"Oh! Oh, please, mistress. Puppy's gonna cum!" He cries out softly as he raises his hips, desperate to chase down his release but still a good enough sub to warn you before he does. You move from his lips to bite along his neck. Fuck this video shoot, they'd have to redo his makeup, or change his entire outfit lineup, but you were gonna show that he was yours...
"Oh, I'm gonna cum!" He moans loudly as his head rolls back. You smirk as you feel the warmth seep between you both as he pants harshly, whining quietly.
"P-Puppy... Puppy made... Puppy made a mess..." He whimpers quietly as you get off of him.
"I know. Looks like you need to clean it up..." You taunt quietly before you softly rub along his bulge while he moans quietly over the overstimulation. You raise your hand up to his mouth, some cum on your palm that had seeped through his boxers.
He wastes no time in licking up his mess from your hand, sucking hungrily on each finger as you watch on happily before you rub your hand all over his face to smear it with leftover cum and his spit. Then you pull your hand away to undress.
"I-Is... Did puppy show he's good?" He whispers, not even caring about what's on his face. He blinks a bit to focus on where he is, and you want to laugh.
"We're just getting started." You whisper before you get back on him, licking along his chest to one of his nipples. You bite it and he hisses at how good the pain feels, but he arches closer to your mouth when you suck on it.
"Oh. Mistress... You're being so mean..." He whines quietly and you smirk at that.
"You wanna see mean?" You whisper against his nipple as he shivers expectingly. You reach a hand down between you both so you can grab his still semi-hard cock. He gasps in surprise as you start to stroke it.
"Oh. Oh, mistress. I..." He cuts himself off with a struggled cry when you nuzzle his tip into your entrance. "M-Mistress! Mistress. I-If you... If you use my cock like that... Fuck, I might cum again. T-The tip is... It's too sensitive." He whines as he looks up at you, eyes struggling to stay focused on yours as you fake sympathy before slowly sliding down his shaft.
"Please. Please, mistress, puppy is sorry. Puppy-Ah!" He cries out when you take all of him into you.
"Oh fuck, yes..." You gasp, feeling full in an instant and having him withering under you was just as perfect. You start to ride him, feeling him harden between your walls that milk his cock so good. He's a mess of whines and whimpers under you as you speed up.
"You better not cum." You whisper as you grab his neck firmly. "You wanna earn back your collar, right?" You taunt quietly as you ride him, hand on his neck as he nods fast.
"Yes! Yes, mistress! I-I want... I want my collar. Puppy can be good. Puppy will be so good!" He moans as he grips the bedsheets, knowing not to touch you without permission...
"Tongue out." You order as you choke him a bit harder, making him gasp for air, but he opens his mouth with no hesitation, tongue rolling out as his eyes roll shut. You spit in his mouth and watch as he swallows it.
"Thank you! Thank you, mistress! T-Th-Thank you for the drink..." He whimpers as he starts to thrust up into you, actually hitting your spot with how his hips were angled.
"Oh! Oh fuck..." You moan as you hold his neck hard for balance.
"That's it. That's it, mistress. Use puppy. Puppy is so dumb. Such a dumb toy..." He whines as he looks up at you in awe. You love these moments. Moments where even as your 'dumb puppy' he was still smart enough to know how to make you feel good. It was a sensitive balance. He knew when to give and when to take.
"Master, fuck! Yes, yes, yes." He cries out as you feel his cock throb deep inside of you. It feels so good. You sit down on his cock fully to grind hard against it as you feel yourself get closer.
With no warning from you, you cum around his cock, squeezing it as he calls out your name in pure pleasure, not caring who's around. You wished everyone could hear him right now. 'Mr. Seven days a week' was a puddle under you, and you didn't mind if the whole world knew.
You lean down and bite at the spot below his ear as he cries out. "That's it. That's the spot!" He manages to cry out. "Mistress... I'm cumming again!" He whimpers and you suck on his ear lobe as he fills you up, trembling under you.
He's a weak and whimpery mess under you as you pull away to kiss him softly and meaningfully, always a fan of these intimate moments after using him so freely. "Thank you, mistress. Thank you so much..." He whispers quietly as he looks up at you, his eyes shining with adoration as usual. You look at him for a moment as you think about everything that had happened today.
"You really didn't notice, did you..." You whisper after a moment of searching his eyes. He hums softly as he shakes his head. He really had paid no attention to all the girls around him all day long, giving him long looks and overly giggling at his jokes.
"I'm your puppy. I only see you." He whispers tiredly as he looks up at you. You sigh softly at that and shake your head.
"I'm sorry. I guess long distance has me... Paranoid." You sigh as you lay full on him, your chest pressed against his as your hands move to wrap above his head. his hands tenderly stroke your hips lovingly.
"Never be sorry. It's hard, but... I want every minute of this relationship with you, Y/N. I love you..." He whispers as he shuts his eyes when you start to stroke his hair back. You smile sheepishly at that.
"Mm... You've earned back your collar. Sweet talker..." You mutter playfully before pecking his lips softly, making him smile wide and giggle, proud of himself.
"Thank you, mistress..." He whispers playfully and you snort.
"Not so fast..." You say before sitting up again so you're back on his cock. He shivers quietly and looks up at you in surprise.
"I'm not done yet. I wanna ruin you first..." You whispers happily before kissing him happily.
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Hope ya'll liked it.... Again, I'm sorry it isn't exactly what was asked for, but sometimes you gotta give the people what they need even when they don't know they need it lol.
“There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."
Third type of soul mate: Soul Teacher
“Soul Teachers: Sometimes a soul mate might show up to teach you by challenging you to do something different from what they recommend, teaching you the value of thinking for yourself.”
Warning(s): Rac!sm, Some H8 Speech, SMUT, Hurt/Comfort, Real Historical Events...
((Please read at your own risk.))
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((PRESENT DAY))
“Eh…” Namjoon scrunches a nose as he lays back on your newly set up bed. You pause your folding of freshly clean clothes to stare at your boyfriend in shock.
“Baby. How many philosophical books have you read? And you’re telling me you’re iffy on reincarnation?!” You laugh in disbelief as he shrugs while sprawled out, just enjoying this Sunday morning.
“I mean… I have, but… I don’t know. It’s tricky. What does that entail exactly? We’re all stuck in an inescapable loop of death and birth?” He asks. “If it’s a yes then my follow up question is; why?” He wonders and you hum as you go back to folding while trying to think.
“Maybe… it’s like what Buddhist believe. You come back until you get it right.” You shrug. Your boyfriend sits up at that comment and rolls his shoulders a bit, and you almost break out into a smile, knowing that move all too well.
It was debate time.
“Yeah, but life isn’t a punishment. Shouldn’t be anyways.” He says.
“Then maybe reincarnation is the reward.” You say back.
“A reward? Without any prior knowledge of what life actually entails? With no memory of what it means to grow up or become successful or feel happiness or find love?” He asks. "To go through all the growing pains and awkwardness again and again?" He raises an eyebrow.
You hum at that as you take a minute to think. You loved debating with Namjoon because it was always a back and forth. Like a ping-pong tournament that usually ended with one cocky winner and a slightly sore loser.
“Then… maybe it’s a bit of both.” You say finally. “It’s a reward cause you get to go through life again, while also being a punishment cause you… well, go through life again…” You snort, and he hums softly as he watches you.
“That’s a cop out. Point me.” Namjoon states and you pause.
“What?! No! You can’t be serious!” You complain instantly as he laughs softly.
“Nope. I get the point. There is no real argument you've shown." He states and your roll your eyes playfully at that before huffing lightly.
"God. You're a headache. If reincarnation is a real thing, I can only hope you're not as competitive in that life as you are in this one." You tease as you lean over to cup his cheek and lightly brush your lips against his as he bashfully eyes you.
"I hope in every lifetime... It's you I debate with." He states quietly against your lips, and it makes you smirk as you slide the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip.
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1919: A large number of Korean nationalists come to America to study, and begun the Korean Independence Movement.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" The voice rings out through the girls' dormitory building, causing Namjoon to look over with a startled expression, his throat tightening just a bit.
“Hey. My friend asked you a question. What? You don’t speak English?” The other campus guard says as they walk closer.
Namjoon shifts on his own two feet, never one for confrontation. His parents had made it clear. He was here to study and keep his head down. That was all. But it was hard. And meeting Y/N has only made things harder.
“I… Got lost.” He finally says, deciding on that lie since he knew. He knew he shouldn’t be here. He knew he shouldn’t be sneaking around, and he knew with every inch of his brain that he should’ve never fallen for an American. Yet here he was, always listening to his heart.
“Yeah? What, you couldn’t see right?” The one guard says, pushing him. Namjoon stumbles only a bit, shoulders squaring as he braces himself.
“Probably a perv. Trying to peek at the girls here. Those aren’t yours, you fucking weirdo.” The other man laughs as Namjoon tries to move past them.
“Whoa! Did we tell you that you could leave, ch**k?” The student guard says, pushing Namjoon again. The nerdy young man trips but catches himself yet again, swallowing back the bile coming up his throat. He was here for a reason. First of his family to finish school and definitely the first ever to come to America for college, and he wasn’t going to let anything get him out of character.
The urge to fight back always hit him though. But where would that lead? Him looked at as the problem. Possibly even kicked out and sent back home. No. He had a right to be here. With that in mind, he does the only thing to do for him. Run.
“Hey! Get back here!” The other shouts as both chase him down out of the building…
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You go barreling down the ER hallway, running straight to the hospital room a nurse had been kind enough to appoint you to. After realizing Namjoon was late to your study date, you went running out looking for him, only to find him in a campus alleyway, beaten and bruised badly.
Everything was in slow motion at that moment and all you could do was rush to call 911 for help. You couldn’t hold him as you waited for help because a crowd had formed and you didn't want rumors to spread, but you also couldn't stand there and do nothing. You kept people at arm's length of his unconscious body until the amubulance arrived.
The paramedic made a comment about how you must be a 'smart broad' to be here in college, and you bit your tongue to keep your comments to yourself. He told you to run along and go 'read a book', but instead, you went running for the city bus to go visit Namjoon in the hospital.
You couldn't think of anything else other than making sure he was ok.
When you get to the room, you cover your mouth, seeing Namjoon laying in the bed like that. He had a busted lip and a bruised cheek and stitches on his forehead. Under the hospital lights, his injuries looked more dramatic, and maybe it was because they really were. It had never been this bad before now…
“Y/N?” He asks softly as he reaches a hand out to touch yours. You shakily grab his hand with both of yours, careful at this moment. You felt like you had to hold him tight to keep him from disappearing, but also hold him loose enough to not actually hurt him.
“Joonie. Who… Who did this?!” You finally ask, voice quiet and full of fear as he tries to pull you a bit closer towards him, but you’re stuck in place. This wasn’t right. You felt sick to your stomach.
How could anyone hurt this man?
“Telling… Telling won’t… change anything...” He whispers softly as he watches you closely. “It looks worse than it is…” He tries as he winces while sitting up.
“Who. Did. This?” You repeat, not wanting to hear his usual ‘I can handle this’ speech. He sighs as you make quick work of raising his bed to a sitting position, so he wasn’t putting too much strain on himself.
“I know we’ve agreed to only ever meet at the library on campus, but… I wanted to try and surprise you. Got caught by campus student security. They… They said I was trying to peek at girls…” He finally says quietly as you touch his unbruised cheek.
"I lost my scholarship due to indecent behavior. The school scout just came by to tell me as soon as I was conscious enough. It's over, Y/N... I'll have to go back to Korea..." He sighs quietly.
“Wha... What?" You breathe out as you feel your heart drop at that moment. "N-No. No. Namjoon.” You whisper in disbelief as you shake your head fast. “This… This isn’t… This isn’t right!” You snap finally. “I… I gotta… I-I gotta tell the police o-or the campus main office. Somebody! Someone’s gotta help us!” You say fast as your mind races with what to do next. He shakes his head with a soft wince.
“Y/N, that’ll… That'll only make things… Worse.” He tries quietly and you feel the anger consume you. You felt powerless and overwhelmed at the same time. You let go of his cheek to brush your fingers through your hair instead.
“Baby. Come here.” He tries as he pats the space next to him in the bed, and you want to laugh at the cruel irony.
He’s still trying to care for you!
“I hate this. I-I can’t… I can’t lose you! No! No, I…” You whisper, tears filling your eyes as you watch him.
“It’s not up to you…” He points out quietly and you glare at that. It's true, but it stings.
“Joonie…” You mutter in an upset matter. He frowns and weakly grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips, and giving your palm a soft kiss that you wish you could get tattooed on to your skin so it lasts centuries…
“Joonie. I… I could’ve lost you. That’s… That’s terrifying.” You finally whimper, sniffling to keep some composure. "Now you're telling me that I am going to lose you anyway? No!" You cry softly.
“Hey… Y/N...” He tries gently and you sniffle once more, shaking your head.
“You shouldn’t have to deal with this! We shouldn't have to deal with this! I... I shouldn't have to be worried every day that some... That somebody might..." You can't stop the sob that escapes your throat as the tears fall freely. "I couldn't have you... And at this moment you're getting taken from me..." You whimper finally as you hold yourself.
"Why the hell am I the only one mad?!" You shout as the tears run down your face faster. Why must he always be passive?!
Namjoon frowns deeply at that and looks down, as if ashamed. "Please... Please let me hold you." He whispers finally, his shoulder too hurt to reach out for you himself.
You sniffle and slowly give in, moving to sit on the hospital bed with him. He winces slightly but ignores it as he focuses on holding you as close to him as possible. “We have this moment. I have another day here. Just think about that..." He whispers against your hair before nuzzling his nose against your scalp. You shut your eyes as you focus on his scent, nose pressed against his hard chest.
"We're only promised 24 hours. Like everyone else." He continues quietly.
"But that's not fair." You whisper back as you look up at him. "We aren't like everyone else." You try quietly.
"Then what do we deserve? Hm?" He asks as he rubs his hand up and down your back.
"Give me 25." You say quietly after thinking a bit. Your hand gently balls around his hospital gown. His dragon like eyes scan your face, gliding along your features gracefully.
"An hour just for us?" He smiles finally and you shake your head.
"Just for you." You whisper, making him blush ever so slightly. You two were masters of soft whispers. That and writing was your only love language...
"I'll try. But... Technically speaking-" You cut him off, leaning up to kiss him. Always one to debate. It's how you two had met actually.
A wrong answer spoke during a mid-fall lecture meeting, a quiet voice correcting it, an embarrassed blush creeping on to your cheeks at being shown up by this random exchange student. You had confronted him at the end of that class to tell him off for proving you wrong in front of the whole class, but it just led to you two realizing that there was more here than just academic rivalry.
The kiss starts off slow and tender, but just as quickly does it turn hot and passionate. You feel Namjoon's tongue lightly graze your bottom lip, and your heart flutters. You two haven't been alone in two weeks. God it felt good to have his lips on yours right now.
This is all you had.
Your 25th hour was starting now...
You pull back to catch your breath, stroking his jawline tenderly. "Baby...” You whisper in a soft warning tone.
“I... I need you...” Namjoon whispers back between soft pants. You blush hard at the phrase that he whispered to you only once before. Inbetween two large bookshelves in the campus library as you laid on the soft grey carpet, hidden away from the rest of the world...
He has the same look in his eyes as he did that night. A need. A need to prove to himself that this is real. That you are real. You always needed that assurance too.
“Here?” You whisper quietly as you can't help but look towards the door. No one was coming in here. Namjoon had no family or friends in the states, and the nurse had told you she just finished her rounds. Could you pull this off?
“Y/N... All I thought of when I was being attacked... Was how I’d never get to see you again." He admits quietly.
"Don't." You whisper as you place a hand on his chest just to feel his heartbeat. That's all you wanted right now. Feeling the heart monitors where your hand should be was the only piece of reality in this moment that things could've been worse.
"Y/N." He places his larger hand over yours. "I... I need to prove to myself that I actually survived. That I’m here. With you. Please...” He says softly. You give him another glance, just trying to read his eyes. Then you slowly nod. With no further word, you get on top of him, careful not to hurt him.
“Let’s... Go slow...” You whisper as you rest your forehead against his. he nods once before he relaxes back against the hospital bed, looking up at you in adortion while you reach under your long skirt to pull your underwear off. He smiles softly at the cotton black fabric with pink hearts on it.
"Not a word." You mutter playfully, knowing he'd just flatter himself. He smiles up at you before you lean down, kissing him deeply. He kisses back with a feverish need for your lips to stay against his until you're both desperate for air. You grant that desire by grabbing ahold of his face carefully in both hands.
Little by little, your hand travels down from his face to between you both, just exploring until finally it reaches under the hospital bedsheets and under his gown. He pulls back from your lips to let out a low shiver as you wrap your hand around his semi.
You look him in the eyes as you lightly trace your fingertips along his tip, making his mouth fall open, small pants coming from him as his eyes close in anticipation of this bliss. You pull your hand back to spit on it and then stroke his cock to hopefully make it slick enough.
"Y/N..." He pants in need as you kiss along his neck, his head going further back to give you more room to roam, his eyes still closed in peace. With his cock wet and hard enough, you sit up on your knees and position yourself on top of him.
"Joonie... Look at me." You pant. He does exactly as you say. And you slowly sink on to his thick member.
"Oh... Oh god..." He moans quietly as you slide further down. His reaction makes you wetter while also making you blush hard.
"I thought you didn't believe in him?" You tease quietly as you sit fully on his cock, making him groan.
"It's hard to question when this is bliss..." He whispers, grabbing your hips.
You open your mouth to speak again, but instead you moan ever so softly against his lips when he grinds up against me. “Baby...” You whisper against his lips.
“I love you...” He whispers as he looks up at you while you begin to bounce, hand on his chest to rub it affectionately.
“I love you...” You whisper back as you find a good pace for you both, walls squeezing along his cock as you move, making him grip your hips tighter, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. You hold his face in your hands as you make out while you ride him passionately and eagerly to feel one with him.
"Baby...” He moans the second he pulls back from this kiss, his head falling back against the hospital pillows. You moan a bit louder and bite down on your lip hard to stay quiet in this moment, but he looks so perfect in this moment. Hair a mess, face scrunched in pleasure. “Oh... Oh, baby...” He moans quietly, arms wrapping around your waist tightly.
You can’t help but go faster. The thought of never having him again? It scared you enough to want to make him remember that he is loved. That you will always love him. Always try and take care of him. Nothing was promised. Not even your 25th hour...
“Baby. Baby. Y-Yes!” He pants, hugging you tighter to him as you pump your hips in need, desperately chasing down your high and his as his head rests in the cork of your neck, nipping and licking at the skin, always careful to not leave a mark though. You had an image to uphold. Moans fill the hospital room as the heart monitor beeps wildly and you so selfishly want it to match yours. Hands roam and heads roll back. You kiss and bite along his shoulder to silence yourself as best you can, reaching a hand up to grab his hair and yank it softly as he groans your name. It's never sounded more beautiful...
“Don’t leave me. You can’t leave me...” You whisper between heavy pants of thin air, your emotions damn near strangling you. He shivers at your breath so close to his ear.
“Never. I’d never... Never leave." He declares quietly, and a part of you knows. You both are smart enough to know. It's a promise sworn in vain, but god does it feel so honest in the moment. Your body trembles as you get closer.
"O-Oh, baby!” You moan more desperately as you grip on to him, refusing to ever let him go. You knew he was close too. You could feel his cock swell as you cum around him, and you keep up your pace, just wanting to feel him. There was no going back, and you didn't want to think of what the outcome of this could be. You just wanted to feel his warm seed. So, you speed up, whispering for him to cum in you.
He reaches down to rub your clit, making you jolt to a stop, grinding against his cock and hand as he moans happily at the feeling of your milking his cock. He shoots his cum hard into you as he focuses on kissing you, biting at your lips instead since you've turned into too much of a moaning mess to properly kiss him back. You cum once more on his cock as he kisses your chin sweetly while you try coming down from your high, moaning lowly. You hug him tight, arms around his neck, not wanting him to move an inch from you.
“Baby...” You finally whisper between heavy pants when your brain starts up again. He pulls back to look up at you.
“You’re perfect...” He breathes out, and you blush before kissing him again, tenderly in this moment you share.
Maybe this life was all you got...
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"I have to shower. And make sure you didn't mark me too bad..." The Korean male says from under you. "You need to let me up soon." He mutters, his morning voice rough and deep as you kiss all along his face ever so tenderly. A smirk on your lips. He'd be in for a nice surprise when he does see the litter of hickeys left on his neck, shoulder, and chest...
"No. I changed my mind. They can't take you." You say quietly as you pull away to look at the man you love. You've always felt connected to him, but this moment... This topic... You couldn't understand. You were a foreigner at the end of the day. So, the idea of having to enlist? Having to put a pause on your life to train and prepare for the slim chance there is danger for at least a year and a half? It was a culture shock...
"We spent the whole night awake. All those hours just for us." He points out and you pout a bit at that, feeling selfish as you wrap your arms around his neck, hands playing with the small hairs left from his buzzcut.
"You think we have a problem like this in every lifetime?" You mumble against his lips, bring up the conversation from yesterday morning, making Namjoon playfully roll his eyes.
"Not this again..." He jokes before grabbing your hips peacefully. "Mm... Honestly?" He asks and you nod as you watch him closely. "I think... If we did meet in every lifetime only to be pulled apart... At least we always find each other again. Hm?" He whispers and you search his eyes to see if he means that or if he's just humoring you. Slowly, you see the honesty in his eyes and the love. You blush and lean in to kiss him again.
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Really hope you guys liked it! Next up is Taehyung! Imma put a window date up cause I know ya'll must be tired of me being late. Expect part four out the 27th-28th. Love Ya'll!!!
You cant just leave us like that!!!! I need the next part to that Yoongi story! That series EATS!!!!!!11!!!!!1111!!!!!
Thank you! Lol!
Title: Those Damn Words...
Warning(s): Fluff and Slight Smut!
Author's Note: This will be part 4 in my Yoongi series. These are the other parts for those who wanna read it lol.
First Part: Those damn eyes
Second Part: Those damn lips
Third Part: Those damn hands
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"I still cannot believe you did this. This is insane, you're insane..." You chuckle as you walk into the neat and put together beach house that Yoongi had just surprised you with the news about last night...
"We had to celebrate graduating in style, Y/N. Plus, that pretty little check would've never been mine if it wasn't for your... Feature." He smirks at you, making you look away bashfully, shaking your head at his little hint of your moans on his latest song.
"No, no. I'm still pissed that you sold it." You try as you shake your head and Yoongi hums, slowly walking over to you to hold you from behind as you look out the large glass window that shows the ocean so clearly. You guys were literally on the beach, and you were mesmerized by this scenery.
After your little breakdown, Yoongi had agreed to no more large workloads and if there had to be nights where he was stuck at the studio, you were right there with him.
He enjoyed talking you through the process of writing music and making beats, and he especially enjoyed nights where you'd end up falling asleep at the studio while he was sucked into his work because seeing your soft expression was a great motivator to keep working hard.
"I can't remember the last time I stayed at the beach. Actually... I don't think there was ever a time I stayed at the beach." You mutter to yourself as you feel Yoongi gently kiss your shoulder.
"Jeez. I don't even know what to do first..." You say sheepishly and Yoongi hums.
"Last one down to the beach has to lick the other one's foot." He whispers in your ear before taking off running to the sliding glass door that leads to the beach. You squeal and chase after him.
"Yoongi! Not fair!" You shout with laughter.
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"This place is so much fun!" You scream over the loud music of the beach bar and grill you two were currently enjoying a night in.
The place was crowded, and no AC meant you were relying on the slight ocean breeze coming in every now and again from the open door by the dance floor.
Yoongi was never much of a partier, but after a few drinks, his wild side seemed to show up more, and it was just refreshing to see your boyfriend cut loose.
"Mm... You're so beautiful, baby..." He says in an awestruck tone that makes you blush more and shake your head at him. He grabs you loosely around the waist and it makes you giggle, head foggy as you let him pull you close. He sloppily kisses along the side of your face as you grab at his arms, laughing in only a way a tipsy mess could laugh.
"Let's go... Somewhere private..." He whispers in your ear finally as you smile wide in anticipation.
"Mm... Don't make me wait." You smirk back and he chuckles as he pulls you off towards the exit of the crowded bar. He leads you towards the rental jeep and you step in front of him and the driver's side.
"Uh-Uh. No driving." You giggle and Yoongi snorts at that.
"Wasn't planning on it..." He smirks before pressing into you, backing you up more into the car because there's no doors. You blush harder as you realize what he's hinting at.
"What are you doing, Mr. Min?" You taunt quietly as you look up at him, gripping his shirt that was already buttoned loosely.
"Getting my girlfriend some air. You're all red and sweaty..." He snickers and you hit his chest lightly.
"I bet my hair's a mess..." You pout and he smirks and nods in agreement.
"The way I like it..." He says and you snort this time, rolling your eyes playfully. "Kinda like how you looked the night we met." He continues. "Remember?" He asks and you bite your lip at the memory that floods your already far away mind.
A bar in the city by the campus, a mysterious figure dressed in all black sitting at the bar watching you intently until you finally walked over to say hi. A very mind-blowing experience in the bar bathroom and then again in his car...
"I remember." You finally smirk as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, his black hair almost covering his eyes with how sweaty and messy it was.
"Yeah? Feel like jogging my memory?" He asks quietly as he looks you in the eyes, still trying to catch his breath from the night of dancing and drinking.
You smirk at the challenge and slowly lean in till your nose is pressed against his. "You know... I'm not gonna think any less of you for... Giving in." You whisper after a bit of just eyeing him. He pauses before it sinks in. He chuckles softly.
"You say that now..." He says back and your heart flutters. You remembered the night. Word for word. You'd wanted to tease him by using his words against him from the night. But him saying that just showed he remembered too. You nod slowly and smirk at him, deciding to continue acting like he did that night you two met.
"I can say that tomorrow morning too." You whisper before leaning up and slowly taking his bottom lip into your mouth to softly bite on to and tug at. You suck on it slowly, making Yoongi groan softly as he grips your waist tighter.
"You're dangerous..." He pants the second he gets his lip back. He kisses you deeply and passionately, making you grip his hair hard to try and keep up with the intense make out session.
You felt the need and desire in this kiss, and you felt it too. The heat was too much for a simple ocean breeze to put out. You couldn't even think about the fact that you were still in the parking lot. Your thoughts were on his lips. On keeping this feeling going.
Your hands roam his body before you grip his ass in your hands, making him laugh against your lips. "I didn't do all that..." He tries playfully against your lips and you smirk.
"Yes. You did." You snicker and swat at his ass.
"Hey!" He laughs.
"You did that too..." You joke before looking up at him. He rests his head against yours and smiles in adoration of you before kissing you again.
He picks you up and places you on the driver's seat before getting between your legs. Your heart races as you get a surge of excitement from doing this.
"Someone could see..." You pant when he moves to kiss down your neck.
"Then let's be quick." He smirks and reaches under your dress to yank your underwear down. You gasp happily and bite at his sweet spot on the cork of his neck, eager to feel him. He undoes his belt and jeans and slides his cock out of his boxers, resting it between your folds, making your clit twitch in anticipation. He groans at the feeling and kisses you hotly, sliding the tip into you.
"Now it's just like the night we met..." He pants against your lips, chuckling breathlessly. You smile wide and hook your ankles around him.
"Shut up..." You giggle before grinding down more on his cock. "Get going, Mr. Min. I'm waiting..." You taunt.
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The next morning, it's the sounds of the waves crashing into the sand that wakes you. You and Yoongi had fallen asleep in the backseat of the jeep, you basically laying on his chest. You were using his button down as a blanket and the sun was warm, but the breeze was cool against your skin.
"Mm... Baby? Let's go..." You stop talking when a glint catches your eye. You examine your hand that is resting gently on his bare chest and gasp as you see the engagement ring on your finger.
"Y-Yo-Yoongi!" You squeal instantly and swat at his chest. He groans and slowly wakes up.
"First day engaged and you're hitting me..." He mumbles playfully as he slowly wakes up.
"First... Whoa, that's not-" He cuts you off.
"You told me last month that if I was gonna call you Mrs. Min, I needed to give you a ring first. So... I did." He smirks at you, and you shake your head in disbelief.
"That... No fair. You didn't ask me." You point out as you look him in the eyes.
He hums and smiles down at you. "Will you? Marry me?" He asks softly as he holds your left hand.
"Maybe a little more enthusiasm..." You mutter playfully.
He chuckles at that. "I can't give you too much. I'm hungover as hell..." He jokes before stroking your cheek tenderly.
"That night we met..." He begins. "I thought I was screwed. Because after we were done, all I wanted was to do it again. And again, and again, and... When we realized we were roommates, I... I knew I was screwed. Because all of the time we spent together showed me I loved your mind just as much as I loved your body. And now... Now I am so happy to be screwed. Because I know I've met my match with you, Y/N. I know that I can only have this life... If you're in it too." He says quietly. "I was planning on proposing last night, but... I had one too many shots..." He chuckles sheepishly and you smile at that.
"Y/N? Will you marry me?" He asks finally and you check the ring and then look back at him, smiling softly.
"Well... The ring is already on..." You say teasingly and look at him. You grab his face and peck his lips sweetly, smiling wide.
"Some roommate you turned out to be..." You joke against his lips as you take a real good look at your man.
Your damn man...
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That is the END of the Yoongi series lol. I already know there's some of ya'll that want a pt.2 to the Jimin Dom story, I've gotten three different messages for it. I will be giving the part 2 soon, and some of you are asking about a masterlist. I will have that out ASAP too. Maybe after I get these requests out lol
“There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."
Second type of soul mate: The Soul Partners Mate
“Soul Partners: They are specifically designed to help support you in this life emotionally, professionally, or in any other way you require to accomplish and experience what your soul planned to do here on this earth. And they will find you in the next life, and do so again. You’ll find it easy to work with them. You’ll find yourself able to trust them. In every life.”
Warning(s): Curs!ng, Talks of V!olence, Mentions of an actual historical event.
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September, 1976. The “Dirty War”
“Can you fucking focus?!” You hiss quietly over the earpiece as you stand outside the government official building in Argentina, your red sundress blowing in the soft wind and your headscarf and glasses only working slightly to disguise you.
“All I said was who makes their background picture kittens…” Yoongi shrugs as he focuses on the mission at hand: Gathering intel from a head agent’s computer as you stood by to be the distraction if said agent walks over.
So far, so good…
“I can only play the clueless woman for so long…” You note quietly as you fix your sunglasses a bit. Yoongi snickers at that statement.
“You were playing?” He challenges playfully, and you feel like going in there right now to show him how it’s really done.
As you open your mouth to speak back, you notice the official walking over to the building, his meeting obviously having ended sooner than you thought.
“Crap.” You sigh before softening your entire body and walking over to him.
“Hurry.” You growl at Yoongi before you pretend to trip so your target would have no choice but to catch you.
And he does.
Men are so easy…
“Oh! Oh my goodness!” You gasp as you cling to Benicio Fernandez. He’s one of the top agents in this entire operation and if playing a damsel in distress keeps him out of his office then so be it.
“Oh, thank you. Thank you!” You say as you look up at the Spanish man, softening your eyes the way you were always taught.
“Are you okay, madam?” He asks as he holds you by the waist tighter, making you fake a blush. “You need to watch where you’re stepping. This street has a lot of cracks in the sidewalk. You’ve gotta pay attention…” He lectures a bit and you wanna take him down at this moment but hold back the annoyance of him talking to you like a child.
“I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking…” You pout a bit as you fix yourself up so you’re not clinging to him anymore.
“I’m not complaining, honestly. A beautiful woman like you…” Benicio says with a bit of a smirk.
You fake a bashful smile. “Really? Thank you…” You say softly and hold out a hand to shake his.
“Emma Martinez.” You give your fake name as he smiles while moving to shake your hand.
“Walking out now!” Yoongi says into your hidden earpiece thanks to your headscarf, relief in his tone. Benicio firmly shakes your hand and leans in a bit.
“Are you sure your name isn’t Y/N?” Benicio asks quietly and you look him in the eyes for a moment as he smirks cockily.
“You’re coming with me.” Benicio states as he grips your hand tighter. You eye him before making your first move, a quick punch to the throat with your free hand and then a roundhouse kick to the head. He falls down and makes a quick grab for your feet as Yoongi steps out of the building and quickly runs over to help you, using the briefcase in his grasp to hit Benicio.
With his grip loose, Yoongi drags you away towards the car just as you see other agents running out of the building with their guns already drawn. “Let’s go!” You shout and grab Yoongi’s arm to yank him along faster.
You make an escape to the car and as you get in, Yoongi starts up the engine quickly and speeds off as the officials try shooting at your tires to stop you both. You duck fast to not get hit and Yoongi makes a sharp turn to get out of the line of fire.
“Crap! What blew up our spot!?” Yoongi asks and you pause to really think about it.
“They were expecting us…” You mutter.
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“Get away from the window!” You hiss as you grab Yoongi’s arm fast and pull at him to move him away.
“Just peeking! Relax!” He says as he lets you pull him over to the bed of your motel room.
You had to hide out for the night and in the morning, you’d take different flights back to the states with all the information you gathered today. You step back into the bathroom to finish your nightly routine as Yoongi watches you silently from the edge of the bed.
“Today could’ve ended bad.” He finally mutters and you look over as you set your hair for the night, so it’d look good in the morning.
“What do you mean? The guns? Yoongi, there’s gonna be guns…” You scoff softly as you walk over to the bed.
“You’re right. But I hate when they’re pointed at you.” He says softly and you look at him.
Yoongi’s been your partner since you first joined this division. Nobody wanted to pair with a woman agent, but Yoongi always saw you as capable in your own right and it was a relief while also being a curse.
He saw you as capable, what a relief.
He actually saw you… what a curse.
“Then take a bullet for me.” You joke quietly and Yoongi eyes you with a smirk.
“You don’t think I would? How long have we known each other?” He asks in a challenging way, and you sit next to him. It’s your turn to smirk. You just loved to challenge and push each other…
“Don’t pull that card…” You joke back softly as you nudge him playfully.
"I'm serious, Y/N. How long have we've been doing this? Hm? I'd take a bullet for you." He says so casually like he's talking about the weather. You have to take this moment to actually look at him.
"This type of job? There's no room for thoughts like that." You warn quietly.
You worked a job that left you loyal to a paycheck, not to a specific person. A spy for hire who always chose to drag this man along for the ride.
"Why do you say that?" He asks curiously and you raise an eyebrow at that stupid question.
"Cause that bullet you're taking for me? Could be coming from my gun for the right price." You whisper as you eye him closer. He shrugs at that.
"Figured as much." He says softly. "Like I said. I've known you too long." He nods and you look down at that. "Plus... You wouldn't pull the trigger." He says and now it's your turn to laugh.
"You don't think I would?" You tauntingly ask and then look him deep in the eyes. "How long have we've known each other?" You whisper challengingly.
He slowly looks down at your lips and starts to slightly lean in only for you to turn your head right before his lips could fully touch yours.
"Get some sleep. Partner." You say gently and he chuckles softly at that.
"That all I am?" He asks. "I thought I'd be able wear you down by now." He teases quietly.
You snort at that.
"Maybe in another life..." You joke back quietly as you stand up from the bed and walk back into the bathroom.
**********PRESENT DAY**********
"I had a lot of thoughts while I was preparing for this tour." You say calmly and clearly into the mic as you hold the headphones closer to your ears so you can hear the act clearly. You watch as the K-pop Idol you were hired to translate for pauses in surprise, looking around and catching sight of you as he mumbles more into the mic in his grasp.
You can't help yourself. "Oh, it's a woman." You translate for the fans and a bunch start to laugh as he looks over at you and smiles a bit before he continues his speech.
After the show, you make your way backstage so you can take your leave when a guard stops you. "You're needed in Mr. Min's dressing room." He says and you sigh heavily, but nod. You needed this job so as you walk towards the dressing room with the bodyguard, you silently hope you didn't fuck up. You get to the dressing room and Yoongi is in the middle of removing his necklace when you step inside.
"Mr. Min?" You ask as you walk closer to shake his hand.
"Oh! Hi. I just wanted to... Apologize. For my shock. I didn't know they hired a... Woman." He says sheepishly as he shakes your hand. You smile softly at that and giggle.
"I understand completely. Y/N Y/L/N. It's nice to meet you." You say pleasantly as you let go of his hand.
"You'll be helping me speak to all of my fans. It's liked this is our tour." He jokes and you snort at that.
"Well. Guess that makes us partners." You nod certainly as you look at him softly.
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Sorry this came out a day late! And also sorry it's kind of short. BUT! Namjoon's story is next up, and it will be out Saturday the 20th!
"There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."
First type of Soul Mate: The Soul Crossing Mate
“Soul Crossings: This phenomenon can happen with friends or lovers or colleagues, when for a short amount of time you are thrown together and share amazing experiences and awakenings in a past life before one of you is ripped away. They may find you in the next life. And hopefully… the outcome will be different.”
Warning(s): Curs!ng, SMUT, Ment!ons of Unal!ving, Angst (read at your own risk)
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“Fuck. Fuck.” Jungkook whispers as he barges into his bedroom while you stand by the window, looking out into the courtyard, your heart racing like it’s been all this morning.
“I told him. I told him, I told him I don't… That I don't want her. I told him that if he did this, what I would do. And he… He called my bluff. And I'm a fucking coward for it…” Jungkook whispers when the bedroom door is finally shut, and it makes you hum. You can only manage that noise. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him as he rambles on.
“My father will marry me off for an alliance with a woman I don't even love…” He whispers quietly to himself, and you shut your eyes, your hands gripping your raggedy maid apron.
“You should be lucky.” You finally say, still facing away from him. He looks at you in disbelief. “The princess is… She’s beautiful.” You whisper, your throat burning at that comment. You knew. You always knew that what you and the prince had was strictly for the shadows. You were foolish to think of a future with him as you laid tangled under his sheets.
“Don’t. Y/N. Don’t, because… She’s not you.” Jungkook whispers. “She's… She'll never be… You.” He states as you hold yourself.
“We knew this would never be okay.” You shake your head, finally turning to face him and it’s your greatest mistake, because you instantly feel tears threaten to escape your eyes.
“We? No. I always knew this was right. I… I don't… I don't want to marry that woman.” He says, venom in his voice and it makes you shiver.
“But for your father? For your kingdom? You have to. A good prince is not selfish. You are not selfish. Marrying her… it’ll bring guaranteed peace to both kingdoms.” You say. It hurt to say this, but you knew deep down, Jungkook cared for his people. And this was for the best.
“But I…” His voice cracks a bit as he moves closer to you. “I don't want to stop… No. I can’t stop loving you." He says stubbornly. You sigh tiredly.
“Prince-" He cuts you off from even thinking to refer to him like that.
“No. No. You know my name. You… You moaned it out so beautifully just this morning…” He whispers as he walks closer. You can only look down. “I… I don't want to do this…” He whispers. “I don't want to-" It’s your turn to cut him off now.
“But you have to. You have to. Please, my love. Please. For your people. You know it’s what’s best.” You shake your head. “This is… Something you need to do.” You try quietly.
“No. No.” He says, always one to fight. “I need you. I need you always. I…” He moves to you fully now, grabbing your arms.
“I need you to say you still love me. Even if I have to do my duty. Duty to this kingdom, to my father, I need to hear that you need me… Just as badly as I’ll always need you.” He whispers as he looks you straight in the eyes and tears fall freely now.
“I can’t love a man who has a duty to another woman.” You whisper as he grabs your upper arms a bit firmer.
“A duty to a woman that will be loveless. Know that my heart… That my everything will be yours.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes.
“Know that… One day… One day she might be queen. And one day she might bear me a son. But my heart. My soul. My being… will always belong to you.” He whispers as you stare at him with a longing gaze, but your heart ached in an indescribable way.
"Please Y/N. Know nothing will ever change that. I will never... Let anything or anyone... Hurt you." He whispers and you want to laugh bitterly. Because his loving gaze hurts just as much as this news. But you believe him. And that adds to the pain.
"They can never find out. No one must ever know." You point out quietly as you look at him. He takes you in as you are at this very moment, and he shuts his eyes.
"I wish I could runaway..." He finally whispers.
"The people need this. Your people need this union-" He cuts you off.
"And what about what I need?!" Jungkook snaps as he looks at you. You pause as you watch him closely, holding your breath at his outburst.
"We are on the brink of war. This marriage can solve everything..." You finally whisper, wanting him to think rationally. But for as long as you've known the prince, he's always been... A more emotional thinker.
"And this should be a good thing." You try quietly as he moves away from you and goes back to pacing the floor/
"But it's not. It not, it's not, it's..." Jungkook pauses for a moment as the tears finally slide down his cheeks. "Fuck..." He whispers as he lets the realization finally envelop him. He is not yours and he never was. And you were silly for ever trying to be his...
You move to hold him tightly in your arms and he scrunches down a bit to rest his head on your shoulder as his calloused hands grip the thin fabric of your maid uniform.
He chokes back an angry sob as he grips your waist tighter, eyes shutting in a calmness that he only gets when around you. "When you hold me in your arms... I feel like I can take on the world..." He whispers between sniffles. He nuzzles more into the cork of your neck.
"I love you..." He breathes out shakily and you shut your eyes to stay in this moment for as long as you can. You'd fight the angels above to stop time at this very second if you could.
He breathes in once more to regain some strength. "I will always... Love you. And I will never... Ever... Leave you." He whispers against your skin and the shivers are very noticeable...
"Say it." He whispers against your neck, and you can't push him away as he holds you tighter against him. "Please. Say it back..." He whispers. Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight against your own mind.
"I will always love you, my prince. And... I will never leave you." You whisper finally, your chest tightening because you meant every word. But the idea of him wrapped in another woman's wedding ring... It haunted you already.
"Thank you. Thank you..." Jungkook breathes out, pulling back only to catch your lips in a passionate entanglement. You kiss back feverishly.
"I need you." He breathes against your lips, and you whimper softly at the statement. He pulls away fully from your lips. "I need you now." He whispers as he grips the edge of your dress.
"Take this off." He demands, always an impatient one. It makes you blush as you hurriedly untie your apron while he helps to unzip the back of your dress.
As he disrobes you, you hurriedly unbutton his black vest and go for the shirt under it. "Just rip it. Rip it off..." He encourages hotly against your neck. You do just that and the shirt slides down his toned arms before he grabs you up and carries you to bed.
Dropping you on to the cold satin sheets, you're quick to remove his belt and yank down his pants. Today had shown you both one major thing. You had no more spare time to waste. You only had now. Now to be selfish, now to be lustful. Now to sin and break the king's ruling.
No royal shall ever sleep with a commoner.
Without a second thought, your hand wraps around his thick member, stroking it slowly as he gasps in pure pleasure. "Just like that. Look at me. Look into my eyes." He pants lustfully and you look up at him with eyes full of adoration. There was no hiding this love...
"I've said it before. And I'll say it again. You are mine. Now until forever." He shivers against your lips as you slide your hand up his cock, feeling it harden in your grasp.
"I love you. I love you..." He moans and kisses you lovingly as you lay back on the bed with him on top of you, his cock in your hand, getting solid with every stroke of your soft hand around it.
"No more." He finally pants as his hips jerk against your hand.
"My prince, I-" He cuts you off.
"Let me service you, my love. Let me worship... The only body I will ever need in my life." He breathes out before kissing along your neck and towards your breasts.
You loosen your hand from around his cock as you gasp softly. His kisses never failed to leave a trail of fire in their wake. "Don't hold back. Let your moans be heard. Let everyone know... Who I truly honor." He whispers against your left nipple before his lips wrap around the nub, making you moan more, back aching.
"Let them hear." He whispers against your nipple. "Let them warn the princess." He moves to suck on your right nipple for a moment as your head rolls back into his bed that you've made your home for the past year. "That I love someone else. That she will never compare... She will never get this from me. Because I am yours..." He whispers and moves further down your body.
"My prince..." You breathe out in contentment. The sensation of floating is not lost on you.
Without another word, he gets to work devouring you in a desperate way. His tongue flicks your clit with determination to make you melt and he's fast to slurp up the juices that collect.
"Oh my... Jungkook!" You moan, hand gripping his mess of curls.
"Louder. Louder..." He mumbles against your clit and the vibrations only add to your pleasure. "Say how much... You... Like it..." He mumbles against your wet slot.
"I love it! Oh my... Gods above. Yes!" You cry out, unable to contain your volume at this moment. Your thighs clench as you feel yourself teetering at the edge of bliss...
"Mm... You're going to cum, aren't you. Cum. My good girl. Cum for me... Let them hear..." He mutters against your clit before sucking harder, making your entire body tremble as you grip his hair in both hands now. You feel your mind going quiet as you focus on the feeling of now. And now, right now, you had your gorgeous lover between your legs, begging for your cum in the mix of his heavy breathing and hard grip on your hips to keep you in place.
"You will... Always be my... Good girl..." He mumbles as he gets you over the edge. You scream out, unable to hold back at this moment. You cum all over his mouth and he hungrily sucks it up. You whimper as you try pushing at his head.
"Sensitive?" He teases against your thigh before licking the juices that had leaked along your inner thigh. Your eyes shut in pleasure.
"Jungkook..." You whisper as reality creeps back in. You'd just been loud. What if someone heard?
"Hey. No. no, no. None of that." He whispers back. He could always read your mind. "Just move your head. No talking. No thinking. Do you want me?" He whispers as he rests his chin on your stomach gently. You sigh shakily and shut your eyes before you give in. You nod slowly and he leans up to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it dances with yours.
"I love your sounds..." He mumbles against your mouth as it hangs open while you pant in a heated need for more. He gets fully on top of you and you feel how hard he is as it nuzzles against your wet folds.
"Say you want me. Say you love me, Y/N." He breathes out as he holds your face, looking into your eyes. You look up at him. It's just you two in this moment. Your mind pictures a perfect world where this wouldn't end in heartache. Where you'd be his for a moment outside of the bedroom. But she will get that. She will get a husband, a king, a father to her child. And you... You will get this moment.
"I love you. I want you. My prince..." You give in quietly.
With no other words, his hand goes around your throat comfortingly before he sinks into you slowly to make it last. You whine quietly and your head rolls back as he claims you. His body could always tower over yours and his strong hand around your neck could only compare to the other hand he placed on your hip to hold you in place fully. He grunts as he thrusts deeper into you, and you've never felt fuller than you do in this moment...
"You're my queen. My queen..." He breathes out roughly as he takes you with a full sense of desire that leaves you thoughtless and moral-less.
"Jungkook!" You cry out as your hands grip his shoulders desperately to hang on to something.
"Beautiful. Yes. Don't hold back. Let them hear. Let the heavens know. This is what a true angel sounds like..." He grunts in your ear as he hits your spot hard to make you moan out more. He controlled your body more than you ever could...
"Fuck. The way your pussy just... Grips on me." He groans as he pumps his hips faster. Your legs hook around his hips as your nails dig into his perfect skin, hoping to mark him for eternity.
"You're perfect. Mine. All mine. And I'm yours." He pants against your lips and you nod fast.
"Mine. Mine." Is all you can say back as your eyes roll shut.
"My queen. She won't get this. She will never get to have this because I am yours only yours..." He whispers before kissing along your cheek and down to your neck. You enjoy the pleasure. The sense of feeling full of him, the sounds of passion he makes, the way his body found a way to always fully engulf yours.
"I love you..." You cry out as you drag your nails down his bare back. This was reminding you of exactly why you fell i love in the first place.
"I... I'm going to... Cum!" You moan loudly as you wrap your legs fully around his hips. He couldn't go. You couldn't let him go...
"Cum. Cum for me. My queen..." Jungkook pants as it hits you hard all at once. In the next moment, you're feeling full of his hot seed as you both come down from your highs slowly. Like a feather floating through the air.
Your eyes stay shut as you focus on his lips all over your face. "I know. I know this is a lot. But I will not share a room with her. I will not... I will not be... A husband to her." He whispers as you come back to the truth. You are a servant. Not his wife. Not his queen.
"Y/N. Are you listening?" He whispers as he lifts your chin. You finally open your eyes and meet his warm gaze. "She may have my hand in the public eye. But you have my heart. And I will rest by your side every night. Until my last breath..." He whispers and you can only bring yourself to nod. But your teeth are digging into your tongue.
He kisses your forehead tenderly and pulls out of you slowly to hold you in his arms as you truly think about the life you will live after today. No other words are spoken as you rest in his arms before a stone is set on your chest.
You know what must be done...
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With hectic footsteps and heavy breathing, Jungkook runs down the stone steps to the dungeon, tears threatening to fall the second he sees his true love behind the iron bars. "What is the meaning of this?! I want her released! Immediately!" He orders, voice booming through the cold, dark, and moist basement.
"I'm sorry, Prince. Orders from the king. She is to be held here until her hanging. Which is tomorrow at dawn." The guard says, head bowed.
"And what the hell is her crime?!" Jungkook says as you walk closer to the iron bars of your cell.
"Seducing Royalty, sir." The guard says softly. "We have her confession." He continues. Jungkook finally looks over at you and you see the confusion and hurt on his face. He walks closer to your cell and the guard avoids his eyes out of respect.
"What... Y/N, I... I don't understand." He whispers, a broken man at this point, more than he'd been earlier today.
"Jungkook..." You whisper as you reach out through the bars to hold his face. "I... I cannot love half of you." You whisper as his tears fall freely.
"So, my punishment is to lose all of you?!" He snaps in a rage that can only come from fear and pain. You shut your eyes, unable to witness the seed of despair you'd just planted into your lover's soul...
"Look at me." He whispers and you try to pull away, but he grabs your hands tighter to hold them against his face. "Why?" He chokes out through a sob.
You finally open your eyes to look at him. "We don't get this lifetime. I would've fought any god to keep this love with you. But they never paid mind to us." You whisper as you look him in the eyes.
"I'm not done with you." He whispers as he looks you deep in your eyes and you slowly slide your hands from his.
"I am not yours anymore..." You whisper back as you hold back your tears. Someone had to stay strong. He stares at you, unblinking. The hurt is clear as day on his face as he shakes his head at you slowly.
"I will never... Forgive you." He whispers quietly.
You shut your eyes at that, those words adding to your already heavy heart...
************PRESENT DAY**************
You open your eyes and blush a bit as you're met with your boyfriend of five months staring back at you. He smiles peacefully at you, and you playfully cover his face with your hand. "Morning to you too..." He laughs softly against your hand, and you smile as you sit up in bed tiredly.
"What time is it?" You mutter as you go to grab your phone from the nightstand.
"9am. But... It's Saturday. Day off. You know what that means..." He trails off playfully and you jokingly gasp.
"Do I actually get you to myself!?!" You jokingly question as you eye your idol boyfriend.
"Ha-ha. Yes. I am all yours today, my queen." He teases back and you pause at the nickname and hum a bit.
"I actually like the sound of that..." You whisper as you smile up at him while he plays with your messy bed head...
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Hope ya'll liked it! Yoongi's past life will be released Next Saturday the 13th! Keep an eye out for that post! And have a good night!
New series: “Again”
“When two souls have shared a significant past life together (or perhaps several), if they meet again in this life they may be inexplicably drawn to each other…”
Follow each member as their past connection to Y/N is brought up and explored. From heartache to true love prevailing over time.
First chapter: Jungkook. Going up Saturday the 6th!
Oc and JK fighting so he is giving her the silent treatment till she breaks off crying thinking he will break up with her 🥲
Him proving her wrong later😍smuttyyyyyy
Awe... Okay, okay!
Title: Gotta Trust Us.
Warning(s): Pouty!Jungkook, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort S!x
Author's Note: Enjoy!
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"How could you not tell me?" Jungkook whispers as he sits on the couch. You felt exhausted. This fight had been going all night since you got back from the damn company dinner. From the walk to the parking lot, to the ride home, to right now that you two stepped into the loft apartment. You knew you should've skipped the damn dinner...
"Because..." You shift a bit, not having a clear-cut reason why you kept Jungkook in the dark...
"Because why? How could you do this to me, Y/N? I had to find out about you leaving from all your co-workers? I was the only dummy there who was clueless!" He states.
"I never said I was leaving!" You defend fast.
"Really? Your boss sure thinks so." He states. "Those emails sure say so. That damn letter your boss handed you at dinner tonight confirming you got an interview for the Thailand branch sure as hell shows you're leaving." Jungkook says as he stands up now.
"Nothing is set in stone! I... I was just considering it. Why would I tell you something I hadn't even decided on yet?!" You try, getting fed up with this already. It's like you two were going in circles...
"Because I'm your boyfriend! For four years we've been a team. You and me. You can't just make these damn decisions without me!" He says.
"Bullshit, Jungkook! This is my career! This is my cooperate ladder I'm trying to climb and it has fuck all to do with you!" You say without thinking. Jungkook stares at you and you freeze up, seeing the hurt clear in his eyes.
"I-I just meant-" He cuts you off.
"No. It's you're life. Why should I have a say..." He mutters before heading to the bedroom and coming back with a blanket and pillow.
"You're... Kicking me out of the room now?" You ask in shock.
"No. I'd never do that." He mutters before setting up the couch for himself. You roll your eyes.
"Baby, stop this. Think of your back." You try as he lays down on his side so his back is to you. You open your mouth but groan softly instead.
"You know what? Fine. Goodnight, Jungkook." You huff and walk off towards the room.
This would be over in a day...
You just had to sleep it off.
**********ONE WEEK LATER**********
"Hey, baby. I made dinner." You try the second your boyfriend walks into the apartment. He doesn't even glance your way, walking past the kitchen and to the gym. You sigh at his attitude, annoyed by it already.
"Damn. That whole apartment turned cold." Your best friend says with a shiver to prove her point. You look over at the laptop you had open to Skype so you could talk to her about this entire situation.
"I fucked up. I really fucked up, Tess..." You sigh as you sit back down. You should've told Jungkook your news before it happened, but... It all happened so fast...
"How's work been?" She asks and you roll your eyes.
"Just as good as home life?" She tries and jokes and when you give her a look, she instantly stops. "Sorry, Y/N..." She says gently.
"My boss is pushing me to go to Thailand for that damn interview. I-It's a higher position, you know? With more money, an actual office of my own, better vacation time. I just... I don't wanna leave until I have Jungkook on board, and he hasn't talked to me in a week!" You rant on as your friend just nods along, listening casually.
"I just... I don't want this relationship to end..." You whisper, feeling your heart ache with fear.
"Whoa, whoa! Who said that?" Tess asks in shock, and you look down. "Come on, don't act like that. You two are practically married! You've been going strong for so long! It's just a bump in the road." She assures fast, but you shake your head.
"This feels different. I... He's really mad at me. God, this place feels like my childhood home." You scoff bitterly as you try and blink away some tears. You never wanted the relationship your parents had. You always thought Jungkook would show you the right way to love. And he has. But this? This little 'bump in the road'? You've seen it before with your parents. And you knew how it ended.
"You're spiraling. Y/N, you guys are not like your parents." Tess tries as your bottom lip quivers slightly.
Tess watches with a deep frown before sitting up more. "Why don't you get out of there for a bit. Hm? Come visit me. Distance might help." She tries and you wave a hand at the thought.
"That's running away. I don't do that. I... I can't do that." You state. You couldn't be like your father, running off the second things got tough. You had warned Jungkook when you first got together; you love hard. You stay, you fight, you're loyal. But here he was, shutting you out.
"Think about it, Y/N. You don't have to deal with a grown man's tantrum." She says before you two end the call. You breathe deeply and shake it off.
**********LATER THAT NIGHT**********
You lay in bed, prepping yourself to lay down when you first hear it. A clash of thunder rumbles the loft, startling you in the process.
You gasp loudly and feel every fiber in your being freeze up. "Fuck." You breathe out and shake your head as you try and settle yourself. You look towards the bedroom, waiting to see Jungkook come rushing in like he always did during a thunderstorm. He knew your fear of them. He knew to always drop whatever he was doing to rush in and hold you. But... You hear nothing but the heavy rain.
No footsteps rushing to the bedroom door. No call from him asking if you were okay. Nothing. You feel your heart drop to your stomach. He really was mad.
Was it actually over?
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The next day you stand in front of your suitcase on the bed. Were you really doing this? Were you really leaving? You sigh deeply and decide to just get it over with.
You'd be staying with Tess for a bit while you prepped for your interview in Thailand. As you're zipping up your suitcase, you hear the front door open and curse softly to yourself. You thought you'd have more time before Jungkook came home. He should've been distracted at the dog park with Bam all day.
"Whatever." You try and whisper to yourself. He wouldn't care...
Bam comes running in like he usually does after being away all day. He was always so ready to greet you. You pat his head, a frown on your face. You'd miss him.
As you're walking to the hallway, you freeze in your steps when your eyes meet Jungkook since he was in the middle of walking to the gym.
He notices the suitcase in your hand, and you watch his eyebrows raise. "What... What's this?" He asks and you want to laugh. Now he talks?!
"I'm leaving." You whisper and he blinks a bit in shock.
"Y/N. Y-You... You can't be serious..." He tries.
"Deathly." You state. "I-I can't be stuck in a house with a man who... Who wants nothing to do with me. You don't love me anymore, and I... I'm jumping ship before we both drown. I'm tired of going to bed alone." You say as you try to move past him.
"Jumping ship? What? Y/N, stop. I... Of cruse I love you!" He says as he grabs your arm as you shrug him off.
"No! You don't! You've been... Ignoring me all week! I... You wanna break up, I know you do." You say, eyes willing up as Jungkook stares at you in disbelief.
“Y/N. Don’t… Don’t leave me.” Jungkook tries as you stare at him, eyes hard. You couldn’t be here right now.
“You’ve been ignoring me just fine this whole week. Me being gone shouldn’t change much.” You mutter as you yank your hand away and walk off.
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"Cheer up, Y/N. Things could be worse." Tess tries as you two lay side by side in her guest bedroom. You can only manage a soft 'mm' noise in response. You didn't trust your voice right now. And your eyes were distracted thanks to the window by your bed, watching the rain pour down. Damn this two-day storm...
You hadn't broken down yet, which you assumed was thanks to your brain not fully grasping the fact that you'd have to move on in life without your 'golden retriever in black cat makeup' boyfriend by your side. You're pulled out of your thoughts by a frantic knock on the front door.
"Who is-" Tess quickly cuts you off.
"I'll get it!" She smiles widely and rushes off. You sit up in confusion as your friend dashes out of the room. What the hell?
You hear the door open and Jungkook's voice carries through the modest apartment. "She's here?" He asks to confirm, and you roll your eyes. Of course, Tess would give you up.
You get up from the bed to try and shut the bedroom door, but Jungkook is faster. His hands press firm on the door, stopping it from closing. You two meet eyes for a moment, and it softens you for a second. A second that Jungkook takes advantage of by pushing on the door.
He's soaked. Drenched to the bone and his bottom lip is trembling slightly. No doubt he's cold. And yet he stands in front of you, shoulders squared.
"Y/N, come home." He tries, tone shaky towards the end.
"No. Did you run here? Why are you wet?" You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself as you eye him up and down.
"Traffic." He says and you pause. Did he get out of his car and run here in the pouring rain?! No! That's ridiculous...
"Jungkook, it's late. I want-" He cuts you off as he makes quick work of his jacket.
"What are you doing?" You sigh softly as you can't help but stare at his toned arms as he winces while taking off the wet black t-shirt that clung to his body.
"Jungkook!" You try hissing to stay strong, but that's when you notice a white bandage wrapped around his left side waist, a little under his chest.
"W-What..." He grabs your hand to pull you closer. You're too confused and concerned to stop him. He pulls your hand to the bandage.
"Take it off." He whispers. You look up at him and then slowly peel the bandage off. You gasp softly as you see the brand-new tattoo on his skin. As you read the words, it dawns on you. This wasn't just any tattoo. This was from your first date.
You and Jungkook had been set up on a blind date, and when you got to the bar and grill, you two sat in the booth not really knowing how to keep the conversation flowing. You were both so shy. At a certain point, Jungkook started writing on a napkin. You two went through all the napkins on the table and actually had to ask sheepishly for more at a certain point.
He'd gotten your last napkin conversation tattooed on him...
'This place is about to close...' He had written and passed it to you. It had made you blush when the realization dawned on you. You'd been here for hours...
'Guess so. Is this you saying goodbye?' You had written back...
'Nope. How long do you think we can keep this date going?' He wrote.
'Jeon Jungkook. Are you hinting at a night cap?' You wrote. You can remember this soft chuckle he'd let out as his tongue messed with his lip ring for a bit while he decided on how to respond.
'What if this date just never ended? How long could we keep it going?' He wrote.
'A week.' You wrote back and stared at him head on. He had frowned a bit at your pessimistic answer, but still responded.
'I think we could go for years...'
'Smooth. You're dangerous with words.'
'I'm also right.'
'Confident. And if you're wrong?'
'Is this turning into a bet? You know I'm competitive...'
'Bring it.'
You had sealed it with your kiss mark which had also been tattooed on him. You stare at the tattoo. "T-Th... That's permanent." You try quietly, in awe.
"Good. You're on me forever." He says as he puts your hand on his chest. You look into his eyes. "I was so stupid. I was childish. I just... It hurt me. You saying I had nothing to do with your job... It's true, but... Y/N, I see us as a team. I-I should've been told about this job opportunity." He says and you sigh softly, shoulders slouching.
"I'm sorry. I was just... I wanted to think it through before I bothered you with it-" He cuts you off.
"It's never a bother." He says gently. "I love you, Y/N. And I'll love you here, and I'll love you in Thailand, and I'd love you on the moon and back, because... I meant what I said that night. We can go for years. And-" You cut him off, grabbing his chin to pull his head down to meet your lips, kissing him deeply.
He kisses you passionately, hands gripping your waist as the kiss turns hungry extremely fast...
It makes you moan. Finally being able to get this kind of attention...
Your hands go to his wet hair as he backs you up against the bedroom door, your hands careful as they move down his body to get to his belt.
"Wait. I wanna... Apologize." Jungkook pants before kneeling in front of you. You blush hard, but let him yank your sweatpants down, eager for more.
With your pants tossed somewhere in the room and your right leg over his shoulder, Jungkook gets to work. He looks up at you as he tenderly brushes his lips against your pantie covered pussy. You hum as your eyes shut, hand resting on top of his head as he pulls your underwear to the side and kisses your clit.
His skin was so cold from the rain, but it felt so good to feel his lip ring against your clit...
He opens his mouth and starts tongue flicking your clit slowly, just to feel it twitch against his tongue. He loved that feeling and it never took long for you to give that to him...
You feel his tongue begin to move all around your clit and it takes you a moment to realize what he's doing...
'I'
'A'
'M'
I A M... I AM?
'S'
'O'
'R'
S O R?
'R'
'Y'
You groan as your eyes roll back, grinding against his tongue as he repeated spells out 'I AM SORRY' against your clit over and over again, not letting up even when you start practically humping his face...
"I-I'm gonna... Oh god!" You cry out softly as you fall apart as Jungkook holds you up against the door to help you ride out your orgasm...
As you shiver while coming down from your high, you feel Jungkook kiss up your body. "Good girl..." He pants.
He picks you up and you gasp at the suddenness...
"Slide down on my cock, baby. It's missed you..." He whispers against your lips as you moan in agreement, raising your hips as much as you can to nudge his tip.
"S-Stay quiet. Tess-" Jungkook cuts you off.
"She can cover her ears. Don't fucking keep quiet. I wanna hear you say my name..." He whispers as he slides into you fully, which makes you melt.
He kisses along your neck hungrily as he starts fucking you against the bedroom door, making you give in to his request.
"Jung... Jungkook..." You whine softly, move closer to pant and gasp in his ear to drive him wild. He groans and bites down on your pulse point, making you cry out, nails digging into his arms and legs tightening around his waist.
"Deeper!" You manage to grunt out through clenched teeth as he wraps a hand in your hair to yank your hair like you like.
He carries you right to the bed and throws you on it, making you giggle as you try to catch your breath.
"Ass up." He whispers and you smile at him.
"Make me..." You whisper. It makes him chuckle as he rubs his face, amused.
"Feeling playful? Hm, baby?" He whispers before he grabs you and puts you right in that position. It makes you giggle bashfully. He moves behind you and you feel him lean over you fully, nuzzling into your ear.
"You forgive me, baby? Hm?" He whispers as he teases your entrance, making you shiver in anticipation.
"Say it, baby..." He whispers and you turn your head to catch his eye.
"Fuck, yes..." You whisper, catching his lips in a deep kiss that's cut short when he thrusts right back into you. You bite down on the sheets as he focuses on fucking you faster and deeper like you'd begged for.
It doesn't take much to build you up again, especially sing his fingers were working over your clit firmly as he pounded you.
"I-I... Yes!" You cry out as he kisses along your face while deep inside of you.
"That's it, baby. You can do it. Cum again..." He whispers in your ear and makes you look at him as your eyes struggle to stay open.
"I love you. I love you..." You whine, so settled in this moment as he works you up. You orgasm hits you hard and Jungkook moans as you squeeze his cock while cumming.
You pull off of his cock fast and turn to suck it clean of your juices, looking up at him as his thick member fills your mouth.
"Oh, baby. Fuck yes..." He pants, head going back and eyes shutting in pleasure as he holds your hair lazily. "Y/N. I-I'm gonna cum. Oh baby, you're fucking perfect..." He praises as you go faster, never using your hands because you knew he got more excited when you worked him with your throat...
"S-Stay... Stay like that, baby. God, I love you..." He groans as he starts to use your mouth as you moan loudly around him so he can feel the vibrations. "Fuck!" He moans as he cums in your mouth, holding your head still so you take every drop.
You moan as you suck hard, wanting every drop. He pulls out and grabs your chin. "Let me see you swallow." He pants, looking at you with dark eyes full of need. You smile as you open your mouth to show him the cum on your tongue before you swallow. He groans.
"Fuck. You were so right, I was wrong. I'm always in the wrong. Don't ever leave me..." He whispers as you blush hard at swat at his chest playfully.
"Dummy..." You mutter before leaning up and kissing him.
"Let me hold you. I can never make up for leaving you to face that thunderstorm alone yesterday... But I can be here now. And for the rest of our lives." Jungkook whispers. You hum.
"Smooth. You're dangerous with your words..." You whisper and he smiles softly, resting his forehead against yours.
"I'm also right." He says and you look at him, the fear clear in your eyes.
"And if you're wrong?" You ask gently. He takes a moment to really look at you, hands holding your face.
"You've gotta trust... That I'd never let you slip away." He says back and you carefully wrap your arms around him, head on his chest as you shut your eyes and breathe deeply.
You'd hold him to that...
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Hope you liked! Also, I'm thinking about starting up a new series. Tell me what you guys think...
A Rm smut where he cum inside her and they have to rush to get plan B
As a fellow Namjoon stan, I've got you!
Title: Soon.
Warning(s): Unprotected S!x (Duh. Also, be safe ya'll!), Fluff!
Author's Note: Hope you like it!
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"And just like that..." Namjoon laughs tiredly as you groan loudly, throwing your head back to show your pure delight at finally being able to settle down.
"That... That was a lot." You laugh as Namjoon loosens his tie.
"Hey, this was all your idea." He jokes playfully as you brush him off, tossing yourself back on the bed, shivering softly since the black gown you were in was backless and these satin hotel sheets were nice and cold.
It had sort of been your idea, honestly. Last minute, Namjoon had been invited to speak at a college in South Korea early this morning, and you had been called back into work to accept some award on behalf of the company that you had just made partners at.
Not wanting to miss these big events for each other, you found yourself on a plane to South Korea at five in the morning, and then on the first flight to New York right after the event was done. And even after your big day was accomplished, you knew you still had plans for the evening...
The Mori Art Museum in Tokyo, Japan had a new exhibit, and you knew Namjoon had been dying to visit it on opening night. Now here you were. From South Korea to New York to Japan... And you were more than traveled out.
"I've done so many costume changes today, I should work on Broadway." You mutter as Namjoon takes off his blazer with a tired chuckle.
You pick your feet up to set flat on the bed, your dress slowly sliding down, exposing your thighs to the five-foot eleven Korean man who was now bluntly staring. You don't notice as you take your hair down from its bun, but when he stands by the edge of the bed and grabs your ankle, it dawns on you that he's quiet...
Too quiet...
He slowly undoes your heel straps on your one foot, and you cork your head playfully as you look up at him. "What are you doing, Mr. Kim?" You ask softly as your heel hits the floor, his big hands massaging your sore foot and you press your lips together, feeling settled instantly.
"Just... Being a good boyfriend." He says innocently. You giggle, hands resting on your stomach. He releases your other foot from its treacherous heel, and now with both feet officially free, you place one on Namjoon's chest. He grabs it and you watch his hand roam towards your calf and then your inner thigh.
"Getting dangerously close there..." You warn jokingly as he hums, stroking the knuckle of his middle finger over your pantie covered pussy.
"Fuck..." You giggle softly and your breathing hitches as you watch Namjoon smirk at you.
"You... Were so sexy today. My future CEO." He taunts softly and you shy away at the compliment before shaking your head at him.
"Mm... It was nothing. Just some award. What about you? Speaking at colleges? Shaping young kids' minds..." You whisper as he leans over you and starts pulling your underwear to the side.
"Mm. This... This is the only gift I'll ever need for putting up with life's bullshit." He says softly as he looks into your eyes.
You raise a playful eyebrow. "My pussy?" You snicker softly.
"Exactly." He whispers with a nod before stroking your slot with his long fingers.
"Oh fuck..." You pant softly and start to roll your hips to follow his fingers, hands gripping his collar of his button down. This is why you loved this man. Cause he said poetic shit like that. And in your six months of dating, you found yourself never tiring of his verbal foreplay.
"You're so..." You're cut off by a moan when he slides two fingers into you at once.
"I'm what?" He whispers tauntingly against your lips. You melt into a kiss and your hands blindly move to undo his button-down shirt, yanking his tie loose.
"Belt." You mutter against his lips. There was no need for foreplay at this point. You'd been ready all fucking day. This man has been teasing you by just being his usual intelligent self.
"Fuck. I love you..." Namjoon groans as your hands make quick work on his belt. He looks down as your hands reach into his now undone pants and stroke his semi hard bulge through his boxers.
"Fuck, yeah, Y/N..." Namjoon breathes out as he watches. "Take me out, baby." He whispers and you smirk as you do just that so he can watch your hand jerk him off. "Shit, you've got me so fucking hard..." He whispers with his cock free...
You sit up slowly with him following your lead, standing up. You lick all of his chest and stomach as he groans. His hand moves into your hair to hold it back. "So pretty..." He whispers as you smirk up at him before you get to work, stroking and kissing the cock that you love so much.
You start to wet the tip before taking more into your mouth, making him moan softly. "Y/N..." He pants as you look up at him, bobbing your head up and down slowly, working your fist on the base.
"Oh, baby... Fuck..." He groans before pulling you back. "Now." Is all he says as he lays you back on the bed, making you giggle, wiping the saliva from your lips, smearing your lipstick along with it. It makes him groan happily.
He kisses your neck and bites on your pulse point as your hands practically tare his shirt off down his arms. He pulls back to take off his shirt and undershirt. Your hands roam his tone chest.
"So sexy..." You moan and he smiles bashfully before kissing you deeply as he slowly slides his tip in, making you shiver.
"M-More..." You whine against his lips and he nods fast, not thinking. Neither of you were at this point. Your hands roam his back, his muscles contracting against your wondering palms. He slides fully into you and your head rolls back, feeling full.
"Oh god!" You moan as he starts to find the right pattern. Namjoon was a real fast learner when it came to that...
"F-Fast... Faster." You groan as your nails dig into his shoulder blades. He grunts and does just that, hands gripping your thighs to hold them apart so he can get deeper.
"Ah! Joonie!" You moan loudly as your head digs back into the pillow as he groans happily.
"I love how you say my name..." He groans and leans down to kiss you again, hands wildly roaming each others' bodies.
"Don't... Don't stop." You grunt against his ear as he leans down to nuzzle in the cork of your neck. Your eyes are closed, lost in his strokes, in his touch, in the noises he makes. You bite his ear lobe, and he growls lowly.
"Fuck, baby. Such a good pussy..." He whispers in your ear, and you chuckle happily before grabbing his chin to kiss him again. You'd never get tired of it...
His fingers work your clit as you start to tremble. "K-Keep... Fuck! Keep going..." You cry out and Namjoon hums softly against your lips.
"Cum on my cock, baby..." He whispers, always one to talk you through these intense emotions. You scratch down his back, wanting to mark him. "There you go. Just like that." He whispers as he watches your eyes roll shut while your body tenses. He knew your body so well. Knew exactly when it would hit you.
"Don't stop!" You call out in desperation to feel this again, making him groan in pleasure. He goes faster and works your sensitive clit, fucking you through your first orgasm, which just throws you into another one.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck, I... I'm gonna cum." Namjoon groans as you grind down on his cock, wanting to ride out your second orgasm. "Oh, baby. Y/N!" Namjoon moans as he cums deep inside of you, making you gasp.
"Oh! Fuck!" You whine at the warm seed seeping into you. "Shit, baby..." You shiver at how hot it felt to be filled. He rests his head on your chest and you both start to catch your breaths when it hits you.
"Joonie!" You almost shout and shove him off of you.
"What? What's the problem?!" He asks, startled as you mentally run through your morning routine today.
"Fuck! Get it out of me!" You scream as you run to the bathroom, feeling his cum dripping out of you.
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"Let me check the back. We... Might not have anything." The store owner says at the local drug store before he leaves you and Namjoon alone, both of you in sweatshirts with your hoodies up and glasses on. You hit Namjoon for the 100th time since everything went down.
"Ow! How many times do I have to say; this isn't my fault." He tries and you give him a look. "Okay, not ALL my fault. You were the one telling me not to stop. How was I supposed to know you didn't take your birth control today?" He whispers as you rub your face before swatting at his arm again.
You two had been on the hunt for a plan B pill for about an hour now. Some places didn't have it, and some were closed. Either way, it was 2am in Japan, and you two were at some random drug store, hoping this guy had what you needed.
"This is so embarrassing." You whisper as Namjoon pauses.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"It's clear to him that we're dumbasses who weren't safe." You mutter and Namjoon sighs softly, pulling you into his arms. "What if they don't have any here? Then what? Are we parents then?" You whisper, mind spiraling.
"Hey. We... We can cross the bridge if it gets there. But for now-" You cut Namjoon off.
"Do you want kids?" You ask and his shoulders slouch softly as he hums.
"Yeah. I do." He says and you watch him.
"I do too. But like this? We're both still... Doing shit." You say quietly. "Is that... Selfish?" You mutter.
"What's selfish is bringing a human into this world without being ready for them." He points out and you grip his waist, snuggling into his chest.
"And we're not dumbasses who weren't safe." He adds. "We're love birds who got carried away." He corrects as his hands rub up and down your back caringly. You shut your eyes.
"We still have more random shit to do in life. Like... flying from South Korea to New York to Japan." He teases and it makes you grumble softly which causes him to laugh.
"Thank you for coming with. I know the risk with ARMY possibly finding out-" He cuts you off.
"I was not gonna let the woman I love walk around alone on the streets of Japan at night looking for a Plan B pill." He says simply and you hum, pecking his lips.
"Sir? Ma'am? I've found one..." The man says, setting down a box. Namjoon hums and walks over to pay for that and some juice for you to drink with.
You guys exit the store and Namjoon hands you the pill and the juice for you to down it with. You take a moment to just look at the pill.
"You okay?" He asks softly. "Second thoughts?" He raises an eyebrow, and you look at him and then shake your head, affirmative on this standpoint...
"Okay. Hey. When the time is right... We'll know." He says gently as he looks at you. "I'm on your time. I'm ready when you are." He smiles softly at you, his dimple on full display and it settles you more than he'll ever know. It felt good having him on your side.
"Soon." You whisper before popping the pill in your mouth and downing some of the juice. Namjoon grabs your hand softly and leads you back to the hotel, quietly pointing out the stars as you just snuggled into him peacefully...
Hiiii! I love your stories you’re so creative! If possible could you do a Dom Jimin smut?
Yes! I'd love to lol
Title: His Favorite Doll
Warning(s): Dom!Jimin (Duh...), D!rty Talk...
Author's Note: Lets make this... CEO!Jimin (Non-Idol!AU) Shakes things up a bit lol. Enjoy...
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"Y/N! You're late! The hell's the matter with you, girl." Frank says as you rush into the club, tired and soaked from the rain outside. "I'm gonna stop paying you if you keep pushing your luck, honey." He states and you fight off the urge to roll your eyes.
"Frank, you let me go and you can kiss your business goodbye." You snort as you make quick work with your hair, pinning it up even without being in the locker room yet. Had to get it ready for the wig you'd be wearing for tonight. Your boss chuckles.
"Damn you, you're right. Hurry up and get dressed. Busy night ahead of us." He says as you turn towards the "dressing room" which was really just the locker room.
"Us?" You mutter. Just like your boss to think working at a kink, BDSM-themed, nightclub was a team effort. But you shake it off, prepping yourself for yet another long night.
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"Y/N! Off the floor!" Frank calls to you as you're in the midst of fake laughing at some random businessman's lame jokes. You pause your laughing and see Frank nod towards VIP, which makes you confused for a split second, before it hits you.
See, Frank always had who was on for the VIP area posted in the locker room. So, there was never any confusion as to who went where. You'd read earlier that Winnie was on for the VIP area tonight, but if Frank was calling for you, it was because you were being requested.
There's only one person who'd request you...
Jimin.
You feel your heartbeat quicken and you quickly excuse yourself from the table of men and power walk through the crowded nightclub to get to Frank.
"Your boy's back. Sittin and waitin, like always." He sighs to you as you fuss over your corset a bit, suddenly feeling like your all-black lingerie set and cat ears were silly. You only felt like that when Jimin was in your little BDSM nightclub joint. Best one in the city, and yet you felt like it was beneath him.
You head to the section and see that while Winnie is playing with some random businessman's tie as she talks to another, Jimin is sat on the other white sofa opposite them, swirling the clear liquid in his glass. When he notices you, he smiles, eyes like a cat, and it makes you shiver...
"Jimin. Back already..." You smile, trying to keep your voice sweet, but the relief was clear. Jimin was your best client, honestly. Frank said in this style of work, there 'were no such things as clients', but Jimin never asked for anyone but you. On the rare nights that you had off, you'd hear from co-workers that he'd come in, sit in VIP, not talk to anyone, and then finish his drink before leaving.
Plus, a big shot CEO like him? God, he tipped amazing!
He stands up and beckons you closer. "Doll." He says gently as you walk over and stand in front of him. He grabs your hand and kisses it lightly. "It's been too long." He notes softly and you wanna laugh.
"It's been two weeks." You nod.
"You've been counting." He notes and you fight off a blush. It was your job to be seductive here, yet he always beat you at your own game...
"Possibly." You whisper as you rub a hand along his chest lazily while looking up at him. He smirks as he eyes you closer, hands comfortably in his pockets.
"What kept you away?" You ask as you look him in the eyes, but the gaze is just too intense. He looked at you like he was reading every thought racing through your head. Sometimes it was too much...
You look back down, and he grabs your chin to force you to look up at him. "Business deal I had to close over in France. You understand." He says nonchalantly, and you hum slowly.
"Did you... Close it?" You ask gently, genuinely curious.
"Always do." He nods.
"So, we're... Celebrating..." You say slowly as you nod, making him chuckle lightly.
"Already got the room." He says softly and you hum, playing it calm and cool, but inside, you were ready and willing to get this show on the road...
You give Winnie a nod, and she giggles softly. "Have fun you two..." She calls playfully and you roll your eyes at her need to taunt you.
You get to the room numbered '93', and Jimin slips the key into the lock. He'd could only get that key from paying a pretty high price to Frank. On the door is the sign listing all the rules for being in here, including the time limit in bold font. 'No more than half an hour!'
The door unlocks and he opens it. "After you..." He says gently and you hum and sway your hips a bit as you walk, wanting to start your show a bit early.
The room is tinted a dark shade of red and there's a lonesome lounge leather chair sat in the middle of the room, facing a glass box that wasn't so big, but was enough to stand there and give a show. See, there was a thin line between a BDSM club and an all-out brothel. And Frank loved dancing on that line.
'If they can't touch you, it's not a brothel. It's just a private sex show! See? Morally grey, legally okay!' Frank always says anytime the detail of these "playrooms" (as Frank calls them) comes into question. You were meant to get in that glass box and listen to every word the gentleman of the night said to you. Tonight, and almost every night for the past month, it's Jimin.
He hums as he gets comfortable in that chair with his drink in hand. "Why... Aren't you wearing the lingerie I sent for you?" He finally asks as you ascend the two steps that lead up to the glass box. You stop in your tracks. You knew it'd be brought up sooner or later.
"We're not... Allowed to wear what clients send in." You say bashfully. "It was lovely though." You try to add fast.
"It was a five thousand dollar set." He says, unamused by it not being on your body. You look down at the set you'd picked instead. Frank made you guys buy your own 'costumes' and this sure as hell wasn't some five thousand dollar set...
"Well..." You shift from one foot to the other. "That just sounds like a waste of money." You note, wanting to lighten the tension, but with Jimin? That wasn't possible.
He leans back a bit and licks his lips slowly. "You're lucky I can't touch you." He says finally after a moment of just his eyes lingering your body.
"Wha... Why?" You ask softly.
"Because I'd make that ass red as punishment for refusing my gifts. If I want that body in the best, that's what it should be." He states and your heart catches in your throat for just a moment before you catch yourself.
"Should. But can't." You say without thinking and the look in his eyes proves you're lucky he can't touch you...
He eyes you up and down for a moment before he hums and rubs his chin. "I'm waiting, doll..." He finally says softly, and you quickly turn and get behind that thick glass wall, closing yourself in.
"Take that cheap shit off." Jimin says, putting one leg over the other. You slowly comply. You take your time getting completely naked, putting on your show of dancing around as you strip off each item of your set. When you're fully naked, he points a finger to the 'toy box' behind you.
This glass area had a few things inside like a box full of different toys, a rack that held whips and ropes on it, and a soft carpet to lay on...
"Get the clamps." Jimin says and you rummage through the toy box and grab just that. You look over at Jimin as you softly pinch your nipples between your thumb and index finger to get them hard enough before you place the cool metal clamps on them. Your breath hitches at the tightness you feel around your nipples and Jimin's eyes don't leave your body for a second.
"Get your collar. Make it tight." He orders, eyes ravaging your body like it was taking everything in him to stay put. You whimper quietly as you bend over to find a collar.
The clamps tighten at the movement of your body, and you pant, feeling your clit throb at both the attention of the clamps and the attention of Jimin. You find the collar and put it on, attaching the chains from the clamps to your collar so any movement of your head could tug at the clamps and therefore tug and squeeze your nipples slightly.
"That's a good doll. You know where I want you." He says.
You moan softly at the way your nipples are feeling, but you try and focus as you walk over to the Sybian that's settled in the middle of the glass box you're in. There were a few toys you could use for your show, but Jimin loved the Sybian the most, because then he could control your body fully.
You straddle it and wait. That's all you can do. Hands behind your back, nipples clamped, collar squeezing around your neck just right. You wait with the nub nuzzled against your clit. You wait as he just stares at you. You wait as he finishes his drink, fighting the urge to grind down. No. You wait until finally... Finally, you feel the vibrations of the Sybian against your clit.
"Oh..." You moan lowly as you press down more. The vibrations were soft.
"Look at you. You're desperate for it already. We've just started our night, doll." Jimin tsks as he watches you, pointing the remote to add to the vibrations.
"Oh god!" You moan. Jimin was your favorite client for a reason. You didn't have to do much with him. It's like his pleasure came from your pleasure. Other clients expected for you to act like a pornstar to get them going. But with Jimin... It was natural. It was all so easy...
You didn't know what the hell a successful, rich, and intelligent CEO like Park Jimin was doing at a club like this, but you were grateful for it.
"Stay still." He speaks and his voice cuts through your foggy head like a hot knife through butter. "Speak if you understand." Jimin says and you shiver.
"Yes..." You pant as he raises the vibrations by one more.
Your head starts to go back until you feel the tug to your nipples. It makes you gasp, but you can't stop yourself from craving more.
"Greedy girl..." Jimin whispers, as if reading your mind. He raises the vibrations to level 6. You squeak but force your hips to stay still. Even though you wanted to so badly pull up, you knew you weren't allowed. The feeling was so intense...
"I don't have to touch you to get you like this, do I..." He says humorously as he sits back to watch you which makes you all the more wet.
"I bet you wanna hump that thing, don't you." He continues softly as he watches you begin to lose it. In the next second, the vibrations are gone. Your body trembles as you cry out, feeling the ache of your clit.
"No! Fuck, please!" You groan and Jimin hums.
"You can always just hump against it till you get off. But that's not what you want, is it. No... You want me to tell you when you can. You wanna be my dumb slut, don't you?" He whispers as you whine at the name, feeling your face heat up over how true it was. And it was only for him.
"Mm-Hm..." You hum quietly and he sets the vibrations back on. This time on 10. It gives you a jolt that's too much and makes you scream out. He shuts it off and you try catching your breath, clit sensitive from the overstimulation.
"See? I knew you could get louder than that. I don't think I heard you, doll. Are you my dumb slut?" He asks calmly as you hold in all your last bit of self-control.
"Y-Yes! Yes, I-I'm... Dumb... S-Slut..." You manage to get out as the vibrations come back again, this time at around a 5. Just enough to make you want more...
"Ji-Jimin..." You whine between pants as Jimin leans forward now and watches you like you're his favorite tv show.
"You're sensitive tonight, huh. What? Haven't cum in awhile?" He smirks and you lick your lips.
"I... N-Not today." You whisper lustfully and Jimin groans softly at your confession.
"Did somebody make you cum yesterday?" He asks, a hard look on his face that you want so badly to kiss away. But you had to stay professional. Whatever the hell that meant in this line of business...
"N-No." You whisper fast, knowing how Jimin loved hearing he was the only client that could actually work you up like this. He smirks and raises the vibrations some more.
"Poor doll. What would you do without me? Hm?" He wonders as he eyes you. "You wanna hump? Hm? You fucking beg me first. You don't control that body. I do." He says and your eyes roll back at that, the pleasure clouding your mind like usual. You were addicted to this.
"Please! Please, let me..." You beg.
"You can do better than that." Jimin laughs lowly and you whine more, head rolling back. "Look at how you get from me controlling some machine. Now just imagine if I could fuck you..." He whispers and the image is a juicy one. You didn't have to wonder. You knew if you ever gave in to Jimin's advances, you wouldn't regret it. But it was against workplace rules...
And you could not lose this damn job. Or the paycheck. But none of that stopped you from imagining Jimin taking you roughly in this damn room...
"Please! Please, Jimin. Please let me hump this toy while I look at you..." You whisper in need as you force yourself to look him in the eyes. He smirks wider and presses the button on the remote attached to the chair. The vibrations go from a 5 to a 7 fast.
"Grind against the toy. Little desperate slut... Keep looking at me while you do it. Don't you fucking take your eyes off of me. Don't you fucking dare. Do you understand, doll?" He whispers with a darkness to his tone that only adds to your pleasure. You nod fast.
"Words, doll." Jimin says and you open your mouth only for that 7 to go to an 8 and make you moan louder.
"Yes!" You cry out as you start to grind against the vibrations. Jimin licks his lips and groans softly as he watches your body begin to tremble.
"Stick that tongue out. I wanna watch my dumb slut drool on herself." He orders and you whine but do as you're told, sticking out your tongue as you hump faster.
"That's my good girl..." Jimin praises softly as you feel the drool start to drip from your tongue, falling on to your chest. It just added to your horniness.
"Are you close?" He whispers and you whine in response before realizing you had to use your words.
"Y-Yes. Yes..." You gasp out. Between the clamps and the collar, you felt like you couldn't breathe in the best way possible.
"But you won't. Not until I say, right? I could even leave right now. Leave you drenched and right on the edge..." Jimin whispers and you shake your head fast.
"No! No, please..." You beg, desperate for release at this moment. Jimin had never denied you in the past, but you couldn't help but plead for him not to start now.
"I-I'll do anything! God, please!" You cry out, unable to lift your hips to relieve the pressure of the vibrations against your clit. That would just get you in trouble...
"Anything?" Jimin asks, eyebrow raising at the tempting deal. You notice his eyes darken and for a second, you wonder is saying that was the smartest choice...
He looked like he already had something in mind.
But you were right on the edge and holding it back, unable to cum until you hear the order come from his lips. You would do just about anything in this moment.
"Well. In that case," He chuckles softly. "Go ahead and cum, doll. For me." He whispers and your eyes roll back as you let yourself go.
"Oh my god!" You call out as your head falls back, causing the clamps to tug harder on your nipples and the collar to tighten and you get this head rush as you feel the water just come out of you...
Jimin's eyes widen for only a second before he rubs his face slightly. "Oh fuck." He whispers as you come back to reality, feeling sensitive and lightheaded. That had taken a lot out of you. Realization dawns as soon as you can think straight. You just...
"You squirted." Jimin says, eyes hungry for you as your body trembles in aftershocks.
"N-No more. Too... Too much." You manage to whisper between heavy pants and Jimin stops the vibrations to allow you to come down. He didn't wanna work you up too much...
You try getting off the machine, but your legs are like jelly. Jimin gets up and walks over to the glass box. He wasn't allowed in this section, but you... Always allowed it cause he only ever came in here to help.
He walks in and grabs you off of the machine and chuckles softly. "That's my good doll. This is why you're my favorite." He whispers in your ear as you whimper softly in response. He lays you on the soft carpet and takes off your collar and nipple clamps. He helps dress you back up as you lay basically limp. You were still floating. You smile up at Jimin and he takes a moment to really look at you before he hums.
"Are you okay?" He asks and you nod. "Words, doll." He states.
"Yes. I-I'm okay." You say gently and he hums.
"Good. Because you need to hold up your end of the deal..." He says expectingly and you blink in confusion before you remember. "You said anything." He smiles slyly at you and you feel your mouth get dry.
"Jimin, I... I can't sleep with yo-" He cuts you off.
"Is that what I asked for? No." He says and you feel slightly disappointed, but ignore that.
"Then... What do you want?" You ask gently as he stands up and holds out a hand for you. You take it and he helps you up, pulling you into his grasp. He looks down at you, the height difference noticeable when you weren't wearing your heels.
"Do you know what Chuseok is?" He asks and you hum.
"It... It's a Korean holiday, right?" You ask.
"Right. Like Korean Thanksgiving. A three-day harvest holiday. I have to go tomorrow so I can spend a week with my family. I... I need a plus one." He says and you freeze.
"I... I can't go! That... That's extremely unprofessional!" You try and he eyes you.
"Y/N, I just made you squirt on a remote controlled Sybian. I think we're passed professional." He says casually and you blush at the obviousness of that statement.
"Your family. Won't they mind? I-I mean... I can't. I can't miss work." You try and he nods and pulls out his wallet from his back pocket.
"What do you usually make in a week, hm? About... A grand? Two?" He asks as he starts to count the money in his wallet.
"Two thousand dollars? A little insulting..." You try and joke to cut the tension. But with someone like Jimin... That's impossible...
"You're right." He nods before he pulls out his black American Express card. "Pin is 573-" You cut him off.
"Whoa, whoa, I'm not... Taking your card." You try fast and he hums and puts it in your bra strap.
"Use this to take out whatever your time is worth. And I'll see you tomorrow morning when I pick you up for the airport." He says as he walks out of the box.
"Hey! Wait a second, I never agreed to... You don't even know where I live!" You try before remembering the two nights it had rained heavily and Jimin had his personal driver give you rides to and from work. You curse.
"Jimin!" You try as he walks to the door. He was so used to getting what he wanted. Always. God, he was spoiled...
"I'll see you tomorrow, doll. My driver will wait here for you after your shift." He says before smirking and leaving. You blink in shock. What the hell just happened?!
You stare down at the credit card and shake your head slowly.
Fuck...
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Arranged marriage where reader is in love with him but he didnt have feelings for her. Reader tries to make him fall in love with her but it never worked. Then something happens and he gets head over heels for reader. Smutty of course
Could be yoongi or JK or V
You know what? Taehyung barely gets love on this page. This is a V Smut!
Title: Why Can't You Be Mine?
Warning(s): One sided love for a bit, Enemies to Lovers, SMUT!, Angry S!X.
Author's Note: Enjoy...
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"Please, enjoy the rest of the banquet." Taehyung says, voice as smooth and soft as his skin that glowed effortlessly thanks to the royal suit he was stuck into by your parents, the king and queen. Your eyes roamed his body like it was second nature for your brain. You couldn't help it...
Your sweaty hands smooth out your silk white dress you'd changed into after the wedding ceremony. This, the man standing next to you, was your husband. How flattering, right? The man not giving you a second glance, not even trying to make it look like he was joyful about today. Yes, he was now your husband. For the sake of the Kim Dynasty Kingdom and your kingdom, the Fye Kingdom, you agreed to join the two.
"At least hold my hand." You finally whisper. You two were at the front door of the castle, greeting guests together after the garden wedding earlier this morning. Taehyung gives you a side glance.
"Why? I need both hands to greet guests." He says as you frown and grab his hand, making him sigh heavily.
"I'm sorry, your majesty, I didn't know my skin burned your royal hand." You whisper and he stays silent. God, why did you find him so... Perfect? He was terrible suiter, but he'd make a wonderful king. You knew that for sure. You'd heard all about his ideas to better his people's lives...
"Why must you always be sarcastic?" He mutters finally and you can't help but put on a fake smirk.
"What? I find it charming." You state and he looks you in the eyes. There's a second. One second... Where... There! There it is. His eyes soften for that one second, and it makes your heart flutter, only to have him look away, as if annoyed by you. You hum softly.
"If we're going to share a bed, you need to try and look at me for longer than a second." You say and he scoffs.
"We will not share a bed." He states shortly and you pause.
"Wha-" He cuts you off as he spots Sargent Yoongi of the Daegu military.
"Sargent!" He calls. "Greet our guests, will you." He says before leaving you alone, walking towards Yoongi as he tries to escape. You frown a bit before letting it go.
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On the first day of you two officially being married, you bring breakfast to his room out of good spirits. Even though he made it clear he wanted you two in different rooms, you still wanted to show you could be a good partner.
Walking in with the tray of food, you find him already awake and just looking out the window. "Morning." You say gently as he turns to you, eyes narrowing at the tray in your grasp.
"Not hungry." He states, not returning your greeting. You shift a bit at his already cold demeanor.
"You're welcome." You mutter with a small eye roll that he quickens a brow at.
"Why are you here?" He asks as he crosses his arms.
"Well, if I couldn't fall asleep next to my husband, at least let me wake him with food." You state as he scoffs softly at the request.
"As stated, Y/N, not hungry." He says before walking past you to the bathroom. You take a deep breath to calm yourself down.
"But if I chuck this tray at his head, I'm wrong..." You mutter to yourself.
"What was that?" Taehyung asks from the bathroom.
"Nothing." You say before walking out of his room.
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The day is spent with Taehyung far away from you. He's off to meetings without you because, according to the message he'd left with the castle guards, you didn't have to "concern yourself" with any kingdom issues. It made you blood boil...
You busy yourself with volunteering around the village. Which is hard to do with guards following you, but you manage to keep a smile on your face. Your heart was hurt all day though. How could he be so damn cold to you? What had you truly done to piss him off?
That night, you're informed you'll be having dinner alone. "Prince Taehyung is in his study. Says he'll be too busy. My apologies, princess." The guard says. You hum.
"Don't apologize." You assure quietly before walking off to the dining hall. You wait for your food and when it's placed in front of you, you get up and grab it. You walk to the study and find Taehyung sat at the desk, head in his hands as if tired by something. Possibly the paper in front of him.
"I did not tell you to enter." Taehyung says before looking up and seeing you. "No. No, didn't the guard tell you? I need to be alone. You may eat dinner by yourself." He says sternly.
"I may? How nice of you to give me permission." You say bitterly before sitting in the chair in front of his desk and setting the plate down on his papers.
"Y/N! I-" You cut him off.
"I don't feel like eating away from my husband. You've been avoiding me all day long. And I will not eat dinner alone too. So, we can sit here until nightfall, or we can eat, and you can tell me what's giving you white hairs." You say shortly as you lean back and wait.
He eyes you before sighing, as if knowing he won't win this. 'Smart boy...' You think. You slowly lean forward as he begins to speak, voice coming out dry as if he's been exhausted all day.
"Next week... We will officially be crowned the rulers of this kingdom. We will officially unite both your people and mine." He says. You nod as you grab the fork to poke the food a bit.
"And?" You ask, eyes staying on the plate in front of you. "That is why we did this. Is it not?" You question gently and he pauses at your comment before he scoffs breathily and then shakes his head, as if annoyed.
"Never mind. I... It's just hard. My parents are no longer here." He says softly. You look down. You were only here because this kingdom needed Taehyung to step up and become a king. And every king needs a queen. Don't they? That's what your mother had told you as you grew up, but with how Taehyung was acting... Was that even true?
"I'm so sorry." You say gently as you look up to meet his eyes. God, those eyes were like ones from a viper snake. He'd wrap around you and suffocate you if he had the chance, but if those eyes were the last thing you saw... It'd be worth the death. Maybe.
"Yeah." Is all he sighs and you sheepishly hold the forkful of food in front of him, watching as he slowly eyes the fork and then moves away.
"I have to read." He mutters, shutting down again, much to your dismay.
'So close.' You think before shoving food into your mouth.
********************ONE WEEK LATER********************
"Let. Me. Go! Let me go!" You shout in pure anger as the guards basically carry you into Taehyung's study. He stops his pacing to watch you struggle.
"Put her down!" Taehyung says, voice loud and sharp. It even makes you pause. The guards are just as stunned. Taehyung was never one to raise his voice to anyone about anything.
But this wasn't just 'anything'. No. You knew why he was mad. You'd lost track of time at the village library and had missed the official crowning. Of course, the one-time Taehyung expects SOMETHING from you, you lose track of time.
"Out." He orders, eyes darkening as he watches you fix your dress. The guards are fast to bow and obey, leaving the room and shutting the heavy door behind them. You force in a deep breath.
"They didn't have to snatch me and drag me all the way here. I am their queen." You state, knowing they only did that because they were more than likely ordered to do so by Taehyung.
"You snuck away." He says lowly. "The guards are there to keep you safe-" You cut him off.
"I am more than capable of protecting myself. And they knew that. I didn't sneak away. I told them to hold back." You correct as you glare at him. How dare his perfect face be morphed into a stern frown at you!
"You don't order that! I do! I order that!" He snaps and it takes you aback before you finally let your tongue loose from between your teeth.
"I am your queen! And you will speak to me as such! You will not talk to me like I'm a servant here!" You snap back and he clenches his jaw.
"I told them to stay back so I can have a break! Lord knows I've earned one, being your damn lamb all the time." You say.
"My lamb?!" He asks in shock.
"Don't use that tone with me. Yes, your lamb! Following you everywhere you go in hopes of making this marriage work." You say angrily. He opens his mouth, but you're on a roll now. "Tell me something, your majesty," You begin, voice dripping with venom at the word 'majesty'. "Why did you marry me? Hm? For the throne? If that's the case, then why the hell does it matter where I was?!" You rant on until you're brought back by a loud slam.
The sound makes you gasp, unable to believe that it had come from Taehyung hitting the desk behind him.
"You think I'm that shallow?!" He snaps. "Do not ever question my intentions." He says as he looks you dead on. "You informed the guards you'd be at the shops and you were not found when it was time to come back. You had snuck off to the library instead. You... I need to know where you are!" He says as he walks closer to you, making you shrink back only slightly.
"Please. As if you truly care..." You growl and he eyes you with a fire in his eyes before grabbing you hard. He yanks you towards him and he's so strong that you practically fall into his chest. You gasp and raise your hand, blind in your anger. You weren't as angry at him as you were at yourself, feeling your heart race from being this close to him. It wasn't fair!
As you swing your hand back to slap him away from you, his hands grab your face. In an instant, you feel his lips crash into yours. You're in a moment of shock. This is the first time he's kissed you since your wedding. All these days avoiding you, and yet here he was. Kissing you as if he'd been starved of you...
You slowly begin to kiss back when you feel him pull away only by an inch or so, so he could bit your bottom lip. It makes you shiver and he's quick to pick you up and place you on his desk.
"Tae-" He cuts you off.
"Shut. Don't talk." He pants before kissing you just as intensely as the last. You return the gesture as his hands roam under your dress. You feel your cheeks heat up in this moment.
This is everything you’ve ever fantasized about and here it was…
You pull back from his lips as he grips your ass firmly, making you gasp a bit at the feel of his nails digging into your soft skin. His lips move against yours as he grinds against you until he realizes you’re not kissing back, too busy panting at the attention…
He trails his lips down your neck and to the tops of your breasts, biting along your skin as you lay fully back on the hard oak desk.
“Tae…” You pant, eyes shut as his hand moves lower down your body and under your dress, yanking your underwear down.
“I said no talking. I married you for the throne, right?” He whispers against your open mouth before pulling his hands back. Your underwear is in his grasp and before you can say anything, it's put in your mouth. You glare at him but the expression melts away at the feel of his fingers working over your wet slot, brushing along your clit as if you were one of his precious paintings you’d watch him work on in the garden.
Your head rolls back off the desk as you get lost in this pleasure, his slender fingers entering you slowly and when you pick your head up to watch him, you see him already looking at you with intense and dark eyes, slightly covered by his shaggy black hair. “Look at me. Look at me...” He pants as he finger fucks you faster.
You whine loudly. It’s muffled by the underwear in your mouth as he watches you with a smirk that begins to irk you to the core. You force yourself to sit up and grab his shoulders as your legs tighten around him. He smirks wider at that as you take out the underwear from your mouth. “I need more.” You whisper as you grab his chin, moving his head to face downward to hint at what you needed.
“And if I don’t?” He challenges, but you see on his face that it’s tempting.
“You will.” You state as you spread your legs more. He groans softly at that. He picks up your gown to bunch at your hips and slowly kneels in front of you, making you shiver at the sight.
“Worship your queen…” You pant as you place both hands on the desk to lean on them. You watch him start to tongue at your clit while his fingers glide in and out of you. You moan softly as you roll your hips at the attention. You weren’t going to last long, you already felt it building…
And just when you're on the edge...
He stops.
"Tae-" He cuts you off.
"You'll cum with me." He whispers in your ear as you shiver at the edge in his voice.
"Make. Me." You growl softly and he takes that challenge happily.
He kisses you deeply and you melt against his lips. "My pain..." He mumbles against your lips as he undoes his buckle, making you giggle.
"My pain..." You return softly as he slowly rubs his tip against your wet slot, making you pant hard.
"I love you..." He whispers, and before you can even react, he slides into you.
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"Mommy? Mommy?" You little girl asks gently as you blink yourself back into reality, now sat in the garden on a beautiful Spring Day. Enjoying a much-needed picnic.
"Hm? What... What was the question again?" You ask gently as Taehyung smirks knowingly at you.
"I said..." The four-year-old looks down at her doll, getting distracted by the toy's beautifully curled hair for a moment. "I said when did you and daddy fall in love?" She repeats as she looks up at you.
Taehyung chuckles softly as you blink a bit. "Eh... When he and I got married." You say slowly.
"Oh, come on, Y/N." Taehyung says gently as he waves his hand at your answer. You raise an eyebrow at his statement. "I loved you even before the wedding." He says gently. You pause at that and open your mouth, but he keeps talking.
"I didn't say it then. But your daddy," Taehyung pulls your little girl on to his lap as you slowly cross your arms to watch him. "When grandma and grandpa passed... Our people looked to me to lead. But... I couldn't do that alone. It... It scared daddy. He didn't want to mess up, you know..." He says to your daughter, and she chuckles softly.
"You were scared?" She asks as if not believing it.
"Oh yeah! Big time. But... I had to step up. So... I decided... To marry the strongest princess I knew of. Someone smart and kind and who could handle someone like me. I sent for your mommy." He says and you freeze, never knowing that. You always thought your royal advisor had set this whole thing up with his. "And she came the second she got the proposal. But... See, your daddy thought... Your mommy wasn't... Into him. He overheard her talking to a royal advisor one day and saying that this marriage would be good for the people. It made daddy think mommy was forced into this. So..." Taehyung looks at you.
"Admittedly..." He says sheepishly. "Daddy acted mean towards mommy." He says and you hum softly as your heart beats a bit faster now with that new confession.
"But you love each other now!" Your daughter Lily says with a bright smile and you eye your husband as he gives you a shy smile.
"Sometimes..." You joke as you look at your husband with love in your eyes.
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Hey just wanted to let you know in your imagine “Anonymous asked: "Do you only do BTS? Because I would love a plus-size doc, why choose with Namjoon, Bangchan and Seongwha"” the gif you used for Seongwha is actually San! Same group, just different member. Not trying to be mean! I hope this doesn’t come off as mean, just wanted to say something.
Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I’m so sorry for any confusion. I’m still so new to the K-Pop scene that I didn’t even think twice. I’ll be more vigilant next time around🤗