You're at a bustling bar with thumping music, surrounded by sweaty bodies. The man's name is Taehyung, and his chiseled jaw, sparkling brown eyes, and dimpled smile intoxicate you. You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he leans in to speak. You're wearing a tiny black dress, and your long hair's cascading around your shoulders. Taehyung's fixated on you, and you're on him.
Your heart pounds in your chest, and your blood sings with the thrill of being so close to someone you've only known for an hour or so."I want you," Taehyung says, voice raspy with desire and longing. You smile dreamily, but before you can say anything else, he pulls you up to the dancefloor. It's not a very crowded place, and the two of you are the center of attention in a split second.
Taehyung wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly into his chest as the music washes over you both. His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing it firmly, and he grinds his hips into yours rhythmically, eyes locked on yours. "You're so sexy, I can't resist you," he says, his voice practically a growl now.
He kisses you passionately for a while, pressing his tongue against your lips until they part to allow him access. He runs it slowly all along your lower lip, sucking it lightly until you moan, a sound that has Taehyung leaning in harder to deepen the kiss, hand moving from your butt to your hip. You melt into the kiss, caught up in the moment with Taehyung. His hand slides up to your waist, fingers caressing the soft skin of your stomach, then slipping up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He breaks the kiss to look down at you with lust-filled eyes. "I need you right now," he whispers hotly in your ear.
His words send a shiver of desire through you and you nod eagerly, pushing yourself closer to him until your breasts brush against each other. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you can see the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows nervously. He takes advantage of your closeness, his hands roaming over your body as if he can't get enough of you. His hand slipped between your thighs to stroke your slick folds through your panties. You moan and grip onto his shoulders, the sensation leaving you weak at the knees. "Taehyung, I need you too," you gasp out, feeling something primal surge through you.
Both of you too eager for each other you drag him to the bathroom. The door shuts behind you, and Taehyung pushes you against the wall harshly. "Do you like to have me?" he asks gruffly, his voice hoarse and husky with passion. His eyes flick back and forth between yours as he watches for a response from you. A slight flush spreads across your cheeks and you nod, biting your lip in anticipation. Taehyung smirks and his hands move to grip your thighs, lifting you off the ground and pressing your body harder against the wall. He wastes no time in removing your panties.
"Fuck," he mumbles, trailing kisses down to your clit. "I thought I could wait till later but I'm pretty desperate now." I am too," you pant out, tugging at his hair. He grins, and you're glad for the dark mirror that gives you just enough cover that Taehyung doesn't have to see the flush heading all the way to your chest. "Don't worry, baby girl," he murmurs, "I'll take good care of you." And with that, he slides a finger inside you, grinning as you bite back a moan of pleasure.
You're going to cum any minute. You reach up to grab the sink to steady yourself and watch helplessly as Taehyung thrusts in and out of you with ease.
Your head falls back against the cold wall as his finger slips out of you. His hand grips your thigh tighter in support. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, legs shaking from lack of energy. You don't realize that Taehyung has stopped until your eyes flutter open and meet his own darkened irises in the reflection. His expression is serious, but his eyes tell another story. He's trying to hold back his own release, wanting to bring you to the edge once more before he himself falls off it. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to make you feel good like this always."
He undoes his pants to finally let his cock spring free. You instantly start drooling at the sight. His cock is exactly as beautiful as the man in front of you. He takes a hold of his cock and lines himself up with you.
He plunges deep inside you, sending you both spiraling over the edge in ecstasy, crying out each other's names in unison.
"Taehyung!" You moan out his name again, feeling your walls clench tight around his dick. "Tae!" He's thrusting hard and fast, his eyes closed, mouth curled in a pleased grin. The look on his face is so raw, almost vulnerable. You want to see everything about him. He opens his eyes and meets yours, his gaze intense and full of desire. "I want you to see everything," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "I want you to know how much I need you." He grabs your hips and pounds into you, each thrust sending you closer to the edge. "Feel me, y/n," he groans, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Feel how much I want you." His pace increases and your breathing grows labored. With one last thrust, his cum spills out, coating your stomach, and he collapses heavily atop you. His breathing becomes ragged and he rests his head on your bare shoulder, his whole body shaking with exhaustion.
The room goes quiet for several minutes as you both try to catch your breath. Eventually, Taehyung lifts himself off of you slowly, looking slightly disheveled but otherwise completely relaxed after having fucked you senseless.
He smiles at you shyly, running a hand through his hair as he wipes his semen from your stomach. He kisses your neck softly, whispering, "That was amazing, (Your name). I love how you feel, and how you taste. I want to do this with you every day." He pulls you close, resting his head on your chest as he nuzzles into you. "I can't get enough of you."
You both started to get dressed as you whispered in his ear "I can't wait to do that again." He grins, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom and towards the door.
It was easy to say that that night didn't end there.
You and your husband Ravi are finally alone in a lavish honeymoon suite on your wedding night. The room is filled with fragrant rose petals and candlelight giving a romantic vibe. Ravi is sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless with his chiseled abs and muscular chest on display, staring at you with desire. You are wearing a silk lace negligee that accentuates your curves, feeling sexy and confident. The sexual tension in the room is palpable and you can't wait to finally consummate your marriage.
You sit down next to him and he looks away, blushing, “Oh… um...” He stutters and fumbles nervously, not really knowing what to say or do. You place your hand on his cheek and lean forward, pressing your lips against his. His response is immediate as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. You can feel his hard member pressing against your thigh through his pants, and you break away from the kiss with a bemused grin. "Someone's excited," you tease, gently rubbing his bulge through his pants. He moans and grinds against your hand, desperate for more.
Your laughter echoes off the walls causing an echoing chuckle to escape from him. A warm breeze flows through the room creating a light breeze blowing your hair behind your back. As if responding to your silent pleas, the curtains flutter and the moon shines into the room illuminating the room and giving a beautiful view of the beach beyond.
It's then that he stands up and scoops you into his arms, carrying you over to the window. "Let's make love with the moon and the sea as our witnesses," he murmurs, placing you gently on the windowsill. You look out at the ocean, feeling the breeze on your skin as he begins to undress you, trailing kisses down your neck. His hands explore every inch of your body, making you shiver with pleasure, before finally entering you, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you with each thrust.
“I love you so much,” he gasps, burying his face in your shoulder, squeezing your waist tightly. You smile in contentment, feeling a sense of relief and peace wash over you.
The moon sits high in the sky tonight, casting its pale glow across the horizon.
As he continues to move inside you, you moan in response, tossing your head back in ecstasy. His pace quickens and you both find yourselves lost in the heat of the moment. Your gasps and moans mix with the sounds of the ocean, filling the room with passion and desire. As you both reach climax, you hold each other tightly, breathing heavily. You turn to him, kissing him deeply, and whisper, "I love you too."
He leans his forehead against yours, holding your face between his palms as he strokes your hair soothingly. The sound of the waves fills the room once more.
He presses his forehead against yours once more. "I'm glad we got married here…" He breathes, nuzzling into your forehead. “I want to remember this memory forever.” And even though he couldn’t see it, you know he’s looking at you with such tenderness and adoration. You kiss him again, loving how perfect he is in every way. “Forever with you." He says, smiling, resting his head against yours.
Taehyung stared in disbelief at the blank computer screen of Yoongi's phone. He sat on the other side of the couch as Yoongi sat crosslegged in front of him with a small notebook open on his knee. In front of Taehyung was a sketch pad full of scribbles from Yoongi’s pens. A pile of paper rested next to the laptop while the music producer scoured the pages for ideas. Taehyung could hear the click of keys as Yoongi typed up lyrics for the song they were working on right now - one which was currently on hiatus due to Yoongi’s lack of inspiration. The rapper didn't need to add any more work, but the music producer had insisted.
They sat there staring intently at the blank screen. They had been sitting here for hours trying to find a solution to the melody they had written earlier that week, but it kept getting lost between different notes or mixing with too many words. The two of them sat across from each other with papers scattered all over the coffee table. They weren’t making progress today.
Taehyung rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, letting out an irritated sigh. “Are we going to try writing this song again tomorrow if we keep looking like this?”
Yoongi’s mouth twitched into a smile that made Taehyung’s heart skip. “No. But I think it would be best if we took some time off. We’re going nowhere. Maybe we can go to the sojubar?” He offered the suggestion in the same breath Taehyung had suggested it. “Maybe I’ll get inspired there. Maybe we could have some food and drinks. Do something fun.” Yoongi looked back down at the page in his hand as his fingers continued typing.
Taehyung smiled at the man’s enthusiasm, nodding. “Yeah. Let’s just relax for a bit. Get our heads out of the game and just hangout.” It would do them both good, especially Yoongi. They had worked themselves into quite the state of agitation the past few weeks. The stress from producing songs left Taehyung tired, and Yoongi even more so. They needed the release they were both craving for. Plus, the sojubar was always packed. Perhaps they would come away feeling better after some fresh air and laughter.
Yoongi hummed in acknowledgement. Taehyung watched as his hands danced across the keys of the keyboard as if he couldn’t control himself. Taehyung grabbed his shoes and jacket to go to the soju bar and urged Yoongi to do the same. His hyung followed his lead and they stood up together, grabbing their bags and heading outside to meet up with Hoseok who was waiting for them near the parking lot entrance. He greeted them with a bright smile as the three entered his car.
The soju bar was buzzing with activity when they arrived. The air filled with the sounds of people talking excitedly with each other and laughing. The crowd flowed in and out of the doors every few minutes and the smell of food wafted through the open doorways. The three men pushed their way through the crowd until they found a free booth near the back wall. Taehyung and Hoseok went to get drinks and snacks whilst Yoongi ordered a bowl of soju and a plate of fried rice along with two bottles of water. Taehyung and Hoseok returned after about 10 minutes with the food. They joined their friend in the booth, Hoseok placing their drinks in front of the rappers as Taehyung placed his food onto the empty seat to Yoongi’s right.
After the food and drinks they went to drink and dance at the place, but before Yoongi could down his Soju he bumped in to you spilling his soju all over you. You just smiled at him while he was sputtering apologies. The man looked mortified. You laughed it off, but the redness of his ears said otherwise. “It happens all the time, really. Don’t worry about it.”
Taehyung chuckled at the sight. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
The three of you ended up dancing for the rest of the night, singing and dancing your hearts out.
Back at their apartment, you found yourself in a cozy living room. Taehyung's shirt is off, revealing his toned chest, while Yoongi's hands roam over your body. You feel their desire coursing through your veins.
The heat rising in your stomach. Your legs growing weak. Your heartbeat speeds up. Your skin begins to glow. Your breathing becomes labored. Your mind feels fuzzy. A wave of euphoria takes over you. Your vision blurs and your body moves with the music. You move your lips, but only to form the words of the song.
Taehyung watches you intently, his eyes dark with desire, and moves closer to you. "You're so sexy," he whispers in your ear, trailing kisses down your jawline. Yoongi's hands move lower, teasing between your thighs, and you moan softly. "I want you both," you gasp, as they both capture your lips in a fiery kiss.
Their mouths open and close with fervor. Their fingers explore your bodies, exploring your innermost core. Your hips grind against Yoongi's and you groan as his fingers brush over the most sensitive parts of your body. The sensation of Taehyung's lips sucking marks into your neck makes you squirm beneath him.
Taehyung bites your earlobe, tugging gently before whispering, "You like that, baby?" You nod, panting heavily, as Yoongi's fingers continue their ministrations between your legs. Taehyung runs his hands down your sides, squeezing your ass before sliding a finger between your folds, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "You're so wet," he murmurs, and Yoongi smirks against your neck, continuing to tease you.
Your toes curl and Taehyung presses another kiss to your skin, moving his lips towards your collarbone. He traces the outline of your breasts, his mouth following the trail.
His hand finds your clit, rubbing and pulling gently. You wiggle your hips, wanting more.
Yoongi withdraws his hand, and Taehyung moves to take over. With two fingers, he stretches you open, eliciting a moan from your lips. "You want that, don't you?" he asks breathlessly, and you nod feverishly. "Tell us," Yoongi demands, nipping at your pulse point. "I need you both," you whimper. Taehyung's fingers move faster, and you can feel your orgasm building. "Please," you beg.
"Both of you." Yoongi and Taehyung exchange glances before Taehyung leans forward, kissing you softly before slowly inserting another finger inside of you.
The sensation of being stretched wide fills you with an overwhelming pleasure. Every part of your body tenses around Taehyung's fingers.
"Mmm, you're so tight," Taehyung moans against your lips, as Yoongi moves to straddle you, his cock hard as he positions himself at your entrance. "Ready, baby?" he asks, and you nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel both of them inside you. Yoongi thrusts forward, and you gasp as he fills you up completely. Hot waves of pleasure wash over you as Taehyung speeds up his movements, his fingers relentlessly stroking the most sensitive part of you. "Fuck," you scream, your body writhing under their touch.
You moan in pleasure as Taehyung repositions you, now straddling Yoongi's cock while Taehyung presses himself against your back, his cock hard and ready. With one hand on your hip, Taehyung uses the other to stroke himself to full length, before guiding himself in. You gasp as he enters you, filling you up in a way that makes you feel completely whole. With every thrust, Taehyung's hips slam against your ass, his moans mingling with your own. Yoongi's hands grip your hips tightly, his rhythm steady and unwavering as he thrusts up into you. "Fuck, you feel so good," Yoongi growls, his lips teasing your neck. You feel your orgasm building yet again, the intensity almost too much to bear.
You writhe underneath Taehyung and Yoongi, gasping as they begin to move at a rapid pace, their thrusts increasing in speed. "Oh God, oh fuck..." you whisper, unable to contain yourself any longer. You throw your head back as you cry out loud, your muscles shaking in ecstasy. Yoongi lets go of your hips as he thrusts harder, burying himself deeper, and his hands find yours, holding them firmly above your head as he thrusts into you once more.
Hands reach forward, touching your face, your shoulders, your thighs.
Taehyung's hands roam over your back, his lips trailing kisses down your spine. You can feel his hot breath against your skin as he whispers words of encouragement, urging you to come again. Yoongi continues to pound into you relentlessly, his cock hitting every spot inside you as he fucks you with wild abandon. "Come for us, baby," he growls, his grip on your wrists tightening. You feel yourself spiraling towards the edge once more, your body on the brink of exploding. With a final cry, you let yourself go, your orgasm rippling through you in waves. You feel completely lost in their touch, consumed by the heat of their passion.
You lay there limp in Taehyung's arms, panting heavily while you catch your breath. Yoongi pulls out of you slowly and removes himself from your body. He lays beside you on the bed, his arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close, and resting his chin on top of your head. "We'll talk later baby. We should sleep now," he says, kissing the top of your head before drifting off into sleep.
You turn to look at him, feeling your heart racing rapidly in your chest. How could something be so intense without even trying? But then again...how could anything be less intimate than what they did tonight?
When morning came you were alone in the bed, no signs of the guys you were with last night.
You walk to the living room seeing them behind a laptop screaming out of joy.
You smile as you approach them.
Both of them looked at you. "We finished the song!!" Taehyung yelled. Yoongi looked at you and whispered, "It's called soju".
summary: when it’s finally the week of your big sister's wedding, you’re more than excited for it to be over as responsibilities come flying your way. however, you can’t seem to stop thinking about a particular groomsman with blonde hair.
pairing: groomsman!yoongi x bridesmaid!y/n
genre: wedding!au, strangers to lovers au | awkward, fluff, angst, mature
word count: 7.4k
status: in progress
author’s note: reposting this bc i miss him. i’ve been wanting to do this for sooooo long but never had time- still don’t but oops.
Sleep is what you really needed right now, especially when you already lacked it in your daily life. But no, that wasn’t really an option right now, not when you had to wait for your sister to pick you up from the airport and get dinner afterwards.
Realistically, you could’ve slept on the plane ride here, but you hated the seat you were in. At first, you sat in the aisle seat because it was always the fastest way to exit afterwards, but you had to give that up when a man probably in his late 50s basically ordered you to move to the middle because older people need "more" room.
You weren’t happy, but you weren’t about to argue because of this.
All you wanted to do right now was go to your old bedroom and change into some comfy sweats and an oversized t-shirt before pulling your blankets over your head to sleep in peace. You knew it was not going to happen any time soon, but a girl can wish.
As you finally saw your suitcases at the baggage claim area, you grabbed one, almost falling by how large and heavy it was. You cursed at yourself for overpacking, but you were staying in town for two weeks and could not risk the chance of not having enough clothes. Luckily, your other suitcase was fairly smaller.
Walking to the other side of the terminal, you saw the exit to the pick up area, immediately moving your legs faster because you couldn’t wait to get out of here. There were too many people walking slow, it surprised you how calm you’ve lasted.
Once you reached a bench in front of the area, you noticed that the weather was not that great. It was raining, which you loved- but your sister planned most of her events outside so this is probably going to make her cry for hours.
And you really don't wanna be the shoulder she cries on- she is very dramatic when she sobs.
Pulling out your phone, you noticed you received three texts. One from your sister, mom, and boss.
[mom] 5:57pm: were you able to land safely? don’t look tired and try not to be introverted, namjoon’s mother is joining us for dinner. put on some makeup, love you!
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. You weren’t surprised in the slightest, you knew how your mother was. She didn’t mean any harm, but she loves to impress others. By looking a bit tidy, she thinks people wouldn’t think lowly of us. However, she fails to understand that we’ve known your future brother-in-law’s family for almost six years now, you don’t believe they will call off the wedding by seeing their future daughter-in-law’s little sister bare faced.
Plus, his mother is the sweetest. If anything, she always told you how much she loved seeing natural faces compared to the overdose of products people nowadays use in which she refers to “tiktok trends.”
[jae] 6:01pm: the office is going to miss you! tell ur sister congrats again, and then do it again for me once she’s actually married lol. don’t you dare ask if there’s work for you to do it in the next two weeks!
Laughing to yourself, you quickly replied with a small “thank you, i will tell her,” along with a “darn, now i cant use work as an excuse to get out of wedding duties. but if there is work needed to be done just text me.”
[violet] 6:13pm: almost there!! look out for a black suv. hope u don’t need to go home, kinda planning to go straight to dinner bc our reservation is at 7 and joonie doesn’t want to be late! he’s scared they’ll judge us, see you soon <3
Of course he would think that, coming from the man who thinks texting and walking is rude- it's debatable!
That’s when you looked at the time, noticing that it was exactly 6:20pm. There was still time to make it by 7, you were sure of it.
As you were about to reply to your mom and sister, you heard the sound of tires screeching with constant honks. You looked up, noticing a very expensive-looking suv pulled near the curb, still beeping.
Was this your sister? I mean, it was black like she stated it would be.
Your question was finally answered when you noticed the passenger window being rolled down, revealing two young looking men with bright smiles eagerly waving, the driver still beeping with his other hand causing many people around to glare as they walked by.
You noticed the man with very shaggy hair, wearing what seems to be a white t-shirt, black slacks, and sneakers as he opened the door. “What’s up, y/n,” he smiled, making his way towards you.
“Taehyung? What are you doing here? I thought Violet was going to pick me up- is she in the backseat?” You questioned as he automatically went to grab your bags. “And what is this moron doing here? I thought he got his license taken away last month?”
Looking back to the SUV, you saw your cousin in the driver’s seat with what seems to be him fighting off a man with a bright yellow and green vest knocking violently on his window side.
“You cannot park here, you’re holding up traffic!” the man yelled, causing your cousin to roll his eyes before rolling down the window maybe two inches before yelling back.
“You’re the one holding up traffic standing in the middle of the road!”
“Don’t make me call security! Park in the parking lot!” The man dragged on, hitting the side of the car repeatedly and motioning his arms to drive away at the same time.
"Aren't you security?!" Your cousin honked before glaring at the man. “And you scratch my car, you pay for it!”
You stopped watching their little altercation as Taehyung began rolling your suitcases towards the trunk of the car, making you follow along. “She wasn’t able to come, apparently she had to go pick up some materials she ordered for the centerpieces,” he stated, setting the bags inside before closing the trunk. “And I am not sure why he is driving, I think everybody forgot he shouldn’t be and I am too lazy to do it, I was not able to take my nap today because Namjoon made me paint the photo booth all morning- it was exhausting.”
Opening the passenger door for you, you quickly jumped in as he shut it before jumping into the seat behind you. Turning to your left, you could still see your cousin arguing with the man before Taehyung told him to drive already.
“No! I hope you have a shitty day, you asshole!” Your cousin screamed before speeding away down the street. After literally two seconds, he looked your way while smiling brightly. “I missed you!”
Giving him a dirty glance, you slap his arm. “Ow! What was that for?” He whined, rubbing his arm with his free hand.
“Jungkook, why the fuck are you driving?” you declared. “You’re not allowed”
“Says who,” he rolled his eyes.
“The state,” Taehyung says from the backseat.
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “They can’t do anything, I pay my taxes.”
Groaning, you rub your forehead. “This has nothing to do with your taxes, you imbecile.”
He gives you a confused look for a quick moment before moving his eyes back on the road again. “You don’t need to use big words to attack me, y/n. This isn’t law school.”
You heard Taehyung sighing at how annoying his friend was being. To clear things up, Taehyung was actually a close friend of your side of the family through Jungkook, the two of them being inseparable since kindergarten.
You just so happened to know him well since he always followed Jungkook everywhere he went, same vice versa, as you saw your cousin basically everyday due to only being one year apart and both your mom’s being sisters. But with Taehyung, you happened to be the same age, same with their other friend in their trilogy, Jimin. In which you were surprised he wasn’t here because Jimin loved going to dinner with them.
“Why are you driving?”
“I got my license back,” he smiled, nodding heavily when he saw the questionable facial expression you were making. “I swear! I went to the DMV and everything. I got it back after paying like $3,000.”
Choking on your saliva after hearing how much he had to pay, you gasped, “Why so much? What exactly did you do?!”
Jungkook awkwardly moved both his hands on the steering wheel, obviously not wanting to answer your question as you heard his friend chuckling in the backseat. “Yeah, tell her Jungkook, what did you do?”
Throwing a small box of tissues he had left near the middle cup holder to Taehyung, Jungkook began his excuse. “I’m not really sure, apparently it’s illegal to drive through rain puddles,” he shrugged.
You shifted your head a bit, “that’s not illegal.”
“It is when you purposely speed through them to get people wet,” Taehyung giggled as Jungkook groaned in annoyance.
“Dude! You weren’t supposed to tell her that part!” Jungkook whined.
“That is so rude,” you pinched his arm as he tried moving away from you, knowing your first reaction to things were mostly violence. “How would you like it if someone did that to you?”
“I actually wouldn’t mind it,” he stated. “Saves me money from going to a waterpark.”
Sometimes, you wondered what goes on in that big head of your cousin. Not much common sense, that’s for sure.
“Anywho,” you spoke up, trying to change the dumb conversation you just had. “What’s the plan for tonight? I heard something about a dinner, but other than that I have idea what’s going on. No one told me anything.”
Jungkook shrugged, glancing at you a few times as he answered your question. “I know we have dinner with some of Namjoon’s friends, his mom, your parents, and then you sister’s friends. But afterwards, no clue.”
“Why are you and Taehyung going then?”
He scoffed, looking offended. “I’ll have you know, we are very much indeed Namjoon’s friends,” he proudly said before giving in once he saw how that did nothing. Maybe acquaintances but definitely not friends. “All the groomsmen were invited.”
Ah yes, you almost forgot Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were appointed groomsmen which was a big shock considering they were not close to Namjoon like that.
But to be completely honest, your sister did have six bridesmaids while Namjoon only had three real groomsmen he wanted. So, she was able to convince Namjoon to allow the other three to take apart on their special day because they were basically like family.
And because he had no one else to call.
Although, it didn’t take much convincing, Namjoon did love the guys and they all bonded really well whenever they did interact.
“So, Jimin’s going?”
“He should be,” you heard Taehyung answer. “He couldn’t come with us to pick you up because he had to drop his little brother off at baseball practice- but I think their mom is going to pick him up once he’s done.”
You nodded, understanding the situation. To be honest, you were happy the three of them were going. It’s not like you wouldn’t know anyone tonight, maybe only a couple people, but the rest of your family never knew how to make you feel comfortable the same way the boys did.
Maybe its because you basically grew up with them and how you were all close in age, but you felt more open and less forced to act a certain way when they were by your side.
Throughout the car ride, you had to constantly bicker with Jungkook about slowing down and to avoid potholes as it kept getting in the way of you applying concealer and powder from your seat. You especially yelled when he almost made you smash your mascara wand in your eye, causing Taehyung to hide his laughter as he scrolled through twitter.
Finally, after small loads of traffic and listening to Jungkook’s ‘go crazy, go stupid’ playlist in which consisted of old Taylor Swift and Hannah Montana songs, you made it to the restaurant. The problem was, the rain was hectic. You’re surprised Jungkook didn’t crash into a pole trying to see through his windshield wipers.
Once you parked, Jungkook sheepishly smiled. “Okay so we have a small problem- nothing serious,” he stated as you gave him a look for him to continue. “We don’t have an umbrella.”
“What-” you and Taehyung said at the same time. “I can’t show up in there all wet, it’s pouring outside!”
“-and I can’t risk getting my shirt wet, I didn’t bring a sweatshirt and I am wearing a white top- my chest will be see through if it gets wet!” Taehyung cried out. “I don’t want people violating me.”
“Calm down, drama queens,” Your cousin rolled his eyes. “Y/n, cover your face with your arms to protect your makeup- that’s the only thing you should save. Taehyung, wrap your arms over your chest, don’t you dare lift them until we are sheltered. We got this guys!”
You scoffed as he cheered you both on. At least you all will be drenched together, you thought.
Getting ready to jump out of the car, you looked down at your outfit. You were wearing an oversized dark brown crewneck sweater, black thick leggings, and your white platform sneakers. At least you were kind of warm and didn’t have much to damage from the rain.
Looking back at how far the restaurant was from your parking spot, you three basically had to run the side of the building to get to the front. It wouldn’t have been a problem if it was regularly raining- but as it was lashing down with some now background sounds of thunder and lightening, you knew this was going to be a bad idea.
Jungkook gave you two a confident nod before aiming towards his door as Taehyung and you gave each other a worried look, eventually doing the same. “On the count of 3!” Jungkook yelled from his side.
Once we were all ready, hands on the door handle, you heard Taehyung start, “1-”
“-3!” Jungkook screamed and ran out the door, hearing the door lock as he ran his distance.
Taehyung and you looked at each other in shock before chasing after him. As you took more and more steps, you could tell that this rainstorm was probably one of the worst you have ever encountered.
But to be fair, you should have checked the forecast and remembered to bring your own umbrella.
After what seemed like minutes, the three of you finally made it to the front of the building in which you were blessed with a roof for your protection. At this moment, you have never been happier.
Moving your eyes to the two boys standing near you, you noticed how even though Tae’s hair was swamped, he managed to barely get his chest wet. Jungkook’s hair began curling up on the sides, but only that and his shoulders were fairly drenched.
You tried straightening out your sweater while looking up at Taehyung. “Do I look alright?”
“Yeah, you totally don’t look like you just ran through the rain.” he nodded, even though you could feel your hair soaked.
“Your makeup still looks intact,” Jungkook added, “but your hair- eh.”
You glared at him as he lifted his hands up in defense. He shouldn’t be talking, his hair was soaked too.
Trying to make yourselves look presentable, you didn’t notice someone rushing near you three, only when you felt a pair of arms wrapping behind you, causing you to squeal.
Moving your head to see the owner of the arms, you immediately hugged them back. “Jimin!”
“Y/n!” he giggled, but suddenly pulled away. “Ew, you’re drenched.” Nodding towards Jungkook, he quickly understood what happened. “Why didn’t you just tell me you guys were here? Jungkook, I texted you that I had an umbrella if you needed one.”
Taehyung and you turned to glare at Jungkook as he turned red and stammered, "I’m sorry, I-I didn’t see the message!”
"Hold on, man. Didn't you just dropped off your brother? It's pouring," Taehyung.
Jimin shrugged, "Do you think the MLB teams stop their games over some rain."
"In some cases, yes."
“Y/n! You’re here!” you heard that familiar voice squeal behind you, followed by a pair of arms once again hugging you. “I would totally not touch you, but I haven’t seen you in three months!”
Smiling, you held your annoying sister until you heard a cough. You let go to see your parents standing near her, your mom pushing her to the side, making your sister almost fall to the ground, before wrapping her arms around you. “Y/n! How was your flight? You never replied to my text, young lady,” she crossed her arms. Oh, how you love when your mother’s mood changes constantly.
She suddenly touched your face lightly, “Your face looks lovely! You’re hair though- uh its alright! The rain is our excuse!” she beamed.
Same old mother, but at least you knew she did not want you to take things seriously.
You felt your dad lightly wrap an arm around you, giving you a short greeting, probably not wanting to hold up our reservation as well but not because he didn’t want to be rude, he wanted to eat already.
Noticing no one else was outside, you sister began speaking. “Namjoon, his friends, and mom are inside sitting at the table already. I told them not to wait up on us so we don’t cause much of a disturbance inside.”
Nodding, she then began guiding everyone inside with your parents following directly behind her while Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook walked right along with you. It was a short walk inside, but you noticed that the table must have been all the way in the back, maybe in another room by how far in you all were going.
Being right, you could see that they reserved a private room which was extremely crazy- this must’ve been so expensive for a casual dinner!
The first person you noticed was your future brother-in-law sitting at the middle of the wide circular table, a seat empty right beside him for your sister you assumed. You identified his mother pretty clearly as she sat on the other side of him.
Your parents quickly sat on the seats right next to where your sister just sat. You moved your eyes to see most of the bridesmaids, who you knew for the longest as they all either went to school or worked with her, sitting right near you parents and across from them.
There was only one seat next to the last bridesmaid that was opened, so you assumed it was for you as it was across from your sister’s seat. Looking at the boys, you frowned, realizing you would be separated as they only had empty seats on the other side of the table where Namjoon’s mom sat. At least you could look at them from across the table.
Jimin fake pouted before they all walked to the available seats. You finally noticed the three other boys sitting beside them, only recognizing one of them, Hoseok. You were happy to be seated right next to him as you two have met many times in the past, but you couldn’t help but wonder who the other two were and why you weren’t introduced to them earlier.
Hoseok was actually a close friend of both Namjoon and your sister, in fact, he was the one who introduced them many years ago. He was probably one of the few close male friends your sister even had who she trusted with all her heart who didn’t want to sleep with her.
You also befriended him as he was the only one who wouldn’t complain but encouraged you to hang out with them during their high school days when your sister pulled the ‘hormonal teenager who hates everybody’ phase.
“Nice to see you, y/n. Thanks for coming, I know you must be exhausted from your flight, but it means a lot that you were able to make it,” Namjoon kindly greeted you, in which you smiled in return.
“It’s okay,” you shyly reply, feeling your nerves kick in because you suck at public speaking, even when it’s with people you’ve already met.
“Now she’s shy,” you heard your cousin stifle in a low laugh before Jimin kicked his leg, in which he groaned in pain, trying not to make any noise as he clutched his knee.
As you gave Jungkook a dirty look, you began turning, quickly taking a look at the guests you didn’t know. One seemed to look slightly tall, or you assumed he was by how long his torso was. He was very good looking, just not your type.
But the other one was already looking at you, his eyes quickly moving away when he realized he was caught, not seeming to care though. He had very beautiful eyes and bright blonde hair, but he looked very intimidating with his blank- almost cold expression.
“You look dashing, y/n!” You heard Namjoon’s mom exclaim, making you turn extremely red. God, you hated when people gave you compliments, especially when others were around. You did not like the attention it brought.
“Thank you” you looked down, trying your best to make your face cool down. You wish you were in the rain right now.
“I take full responsibility for her hair not looking the best,” Jungkook spoke up, making you immediately cover your face with your hands, praying he stop talking. “I forgot the umbrella.”
You heard him groan again, maybe from one of the boys kicking him for his irrelevant comments.
“I know the struggle,” You heard one of the unknown guests Namjoon had, the one who looked tall, begin. “I tripped while trying to walk in and landed on a puddle.” This caused you to giggle, happy that he was willing to embarrass himself to deflect the attention off you. “But it’s alright, luckily I had extra pants in my car.”
“Now that you mentioned that uh- fascinating information,” Namjoon awkwardly started. “Y/n, I realized you never met my other groomsmen-”
“Groomsmen? How dare you” You heard the same friend fake gasp, causing Hoseok to groan right beside you. “I am the one and only best man”
“So, that’s Jin,” Hoseok finally spoke up, rolling his eyes at his friend who you realized probably loved the attention more than you actually knew.
“Oh, hi” you shyly waved as he gave you a cheesy smile.
“Sorry about him, he’s a little over the top,” Namjoon sweetly mentioned to you, causing Jin to scoff. “-but in a good way!”
Just by observing their attitude towards each other, you can tell Jin was the friend who made Namjoon be more confident and open-minded enough to try new things. He seemed like the hype man of the group.
“And that’s Yoongi,” Hoseok added, pointing to the man on the left of him, the one who looked like he did not want to talk to anybody. You began to realize this Yoongi guy was more reserved than the rest, giving you a small nod as you awkwardly looked away.
“Sorry about him, he seems quiet- but he does talk! Quite a lot actually,” Jin added, causing Yoongi to nudge him.
“Same with this one,” Violet giggled, looking your way causing you to glare at her. Way to put the spotlight on you.
Luckily for you, your mother just knew so many topics to talk about that she carried a conversation fairly quickly right after your sister’s comment.
You would have listened to it all the way, but to be honest, you were mentally exhausted. Work had you up till 10pm last night and with it being such a jammed pack month already, you completely forgot to pack until this morning. Having to check in two bags, you had to arrive at the airport three hours early to make it in time to depart from all the long lines.
You don’t think anyone beside your dad and Namjoon’s mom were listening to your mom because as you looked around the table, you realized people were either making faces at their friends or just looking anywhere else but the speaker.
That’s when you noticed Taehyung making a silly face your way, causing you to smile at him. But when you did so, you saw from the corner of your eye the restrained individual placing his eyes on you that didn’t leave until he was about to be caught again.
Yeah, you wished this dinner would be over soon.
-
"That was probably one of the best steaks I have ever digested," Namjoon smiled while wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"Did he just say 'digested'?" you heard one of your sister's friend, Mina you believe, whisper to her other friend, Hani, who just shrugged.
After about an hour of awkward conversations that consisted of when Violet and Namjoon would be making babies and who would take custody if they both randomly die, dinner was finally over.
To be honest, you were glad that you were mostly not chosen to speak. That was until your mother thought it would be a brilliant idea to bring up your personality compared to your sisters, in which she made sure to mention the one time in 4th grade when you threw a tantrum and bursted into tears because you didn't want her to leave you alone on the first day of school.
Violet made sure to clarify how immature you were as a fourth grader, in which you thought if it would really be bad punching her in the face right then and there. You were sure makeup could cover the bruises.
"I should probably get going, I think your father is getting off soon from work," you heard Namjoon's mom say, slowly standing up before giving her son a warm hug.
Following the signs, everyone began standing up, getting ready to say their goodbyes. That was until your sister suddenly spoke up, becoming an announcer.
"Wait I forgot to mention, tomorrow is day 1 out of 7!" she cheered as her fiancee placed an arm on her lower back. "Don't forget to bring your shoes!"
"What's tomorrow?" You thought, but apparently out loud as everyone glanced your way, causing you to look back at Violet.
"You don't know?!" she gasped, looking back towards your mom. "Did you not tell her?" Watching as your mother softly gave her a small smile, your sister's eyes made their way back to you in disbelief. "It's our first dance rehearsal."
"Dance rehearsal?" You squinted your eyes, not believing how in the world she planned to make people learn a dance in under a week. "You do understand your wedding is in 6 days right after tomorrow, right?"
"We couldn't plan practices earlier because you and Jin don't live near here and we didn't want you both going out of your way to get here for it," Namjoon commented. "That would've been too expensive."
Realization hit you, you have to dance...in front of people.
Looking up, you tried showing a relaxed expression, but you're sure you only pulled out an uncomfortable one at the thought of having to publicly dance when you are in fact the worse dancer ever.
Truth be told, you wish you can easily agree and go with the flow, but knowing yourself the best you know you cannot pull this off. There is a reason why you dropped dance class in high school and it was because you kept making your partner's toes bleed from stepping on them so much.
But before you could speak up, or as if you were going to, your sister beat you to it. "You're doing it, no exceptions," she pointed a finger at you.
"You can be my partner!" Jimin exclaimed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, trying to cheer you up. "I'm a great dancer."
"I beg to differ," Taehyung crossed his arms. "Have you seen these hips? Been shaking them since I was eight years-old."
"Just Dance doesn't count," Jimin hissed, making Tae scoff.
"It does when you're undefeated!"
Before the two of them could continue their bickering, your sister intervened. "None of you are dancing with her, I've already assigned partners," and right when they were going to ask who she added, "and you're not finding out until tomorrow. I don't want you trying to ask us to privately change your partners tonight so deal with it."
That definitely made them shut up before she carried on saying farewell to everybody.
You being you, you stood there stiff as everyone hugged each other. Never knowing how to really say 'bye', you often just waved. It was your thing.
You felt large arms wrap around you, causing you to gasp for air from the tight hold. "It was so nice meeting you, y/n!" You heard Jin burst out before pulling away. "Hoping we end up as partners, you seem so chill."
Certain that that was not going to happen, you sheepishly nodded. Not that you did not want him as a partner, to be fair, you probably would have chosen him as one of your top choices if it were up to you only because he seemed friendly and welcoming.
However, he was the best man.
Everybody knows the best man always gets paired with the maid of the honor, in which you believe was Naile.
Once he moved passed you to say his goodbyes with your parents, you noticed Yoongi finishing his farewells with Namjoon's mom before turning in your direction.
Shifting your eyes somewhere else in the room, you felt a weird feeling in your stomach.
For some reason, interacting with someone else who is also quiet but now intimidating made you extra nervous, fearful they might randomly lash out on you.
Just before Yoongi could at least give you a small nod, like he had done earlier, Namjoon announced that we should all be on our ways as the restaurant probably wanted us gone by now.
Running up to Jimin, you followed your friends and cousin out the door. Not noticing the pair of eyes following your every move up until you were out of sight.
Finally, now you can go home and sleep.
-
Waking up this morning was hard for you, especially when you knew how stressful it was going to be.
Maybe it was because you knew what was to come but didn't at the same time. It was safe to say you were panicking the whole drive to the small park your sister booked for the morning.
However, your sister was nothing close to nervous, in fact, she was beaming in joy throughout the car ride, constantly telling you she was excited to be a day closer to her wedding.
"Don't freak out too much about practice, okay?" Violet began as she parked the car. "None of them have experience dancing, except Hobi and maybe like Jimin and whatever Tae thinks is dancing, but other than that we all suck."
"Thanks for the pep talk, I feel so much better," you sarcastically declare before opening the door and getting out.
"I'm serious! I know you well enough to see how anxious you are about this," she argued. "But I made sure to pick an easy dance we all can learn within a few days"
You only sighed. There was nothing you could really do at this point so there was not much convincing she was doing to make you feel better. Plus, it's her day. You kind of have to do whatever she wants whether you like it or not.
Following her to a medium-sized building, you noticed how nice this park really was. There was a huge duck pond on one side with a beautiful garden all around.
Where does she find these places?
As you two opened the doors, she led you down a hallway until you were walking into a pretty large banquet room. You saw mostly everyone was here, besides Jin and Namjoon, but other than that everyone was here.
"Where's my man?" Your sister questioned, setting her bag on one of the side tables as you closely followed behind her.
"Trying to figure out where he put his dancing shoes," Hoseok stated, lying back on the chair he was sitting in. "Hi, y/n."
You softly waved, seeing that Taehyung and Yoongi were sitting right next to him. Tae was too busy playing some game on his phone to notice your presence as Yoongi just gave you a brief glimpse before going on his phone as well.
"What took you forever to get here?" Jungkook asked, pulling up a seat right next to you on one of the empty tables you sat in. You felt Jimin sit next to him, waiting for your answer.
"Violet couldn't leave the house without shaving her face," you whispered, hoping she didn't hear that or else she would come up with something 10x worse to joke about you.
"I did notice something was different about her," Jimin joked, making you all laugh.
After talking for some time as your sister kept trying to call her fiancee, you heard the slam of a door with the sounds of footsteps nearing.
It appeared that Namjoon probably found his shoes with the help of Jin as they both ran in together, breathing a little heavy as your sister put her hand on her hip.
"Ready," he smiled, trying not to provoke your sister anymore.
Knowing your sister, she was probably going to hire some dance teacher to teach you guys proper techniques. What you did not know was that this instructor was going to make you freestyle your own ending steps with your partners.
Or at least that's what the instructor mentioned after they showed up fifteen minutes late due to "traffic."
But now that they have said it, no one knew who their partners were.
"Time for the moment everyone's been waiting for," your sister stomped her feet and motioned everyone to come near her. Once we did so, she asked, "who wants to know first?"
Jungkook raised his hand quickly. "Me!"
"I think we should make this a little fun," Violet smirked. "Let's write the pair's names on paper, randomly mix them in a bowl and then draw."
Namjoon nodded, not really caring too much about how this was going to be done. He just wanted to begin lessons, already knowing that he wasn't quite the best when it came to body movements only for the world to see.
You were despising every second of this. As the clock kept on ticking, you kept thinking about who your partner would be.
It's not like anyone here was truly horrible- or so you thought.
Plus, you had a high chance of getting the three boys you loved to death. However, your sister did say Jimin and Taehyung were out of the picture, so your only hope was your cousin.
But in your opinion, you weren't familiar with Namjoon's friends. Jin seemed like a sweetheart, but maybe the close proximity of dancing with someone who was practically a stranger was getting in your head.
The main person you were worried about was Yoongi.
It's not like you completely disliked him, you never dislike anyone unless you had a reason to. It was that you didn't know him.
You didn't know Jin either, but the difference was Jin made an effort to communicate to others. Yoongi just sits there with a blank expression, making you question if he is judging or ignoring you.
It's quite intimidating, really.
And with you being extremely quiet too, well... two quiet people don't really work well- or in a situation where both have to actively dance.
"Jimin and Leia!" you heard Namjoon announce.
Damn.
"Sorry, y/n," Jimin mouthed, making you swat your hand in reassurance that you were fine. I guess he's known you for so long to understand how frightening this was for you.
But you're a big girl, you'll get through this.
"Taehyung and Yuna!" Your sister roared.
Okay, maybe not.
Finally, after Hoseok and Jin were called, your nerves were getting to you. Now was not the time to overthink, whatever happens- happens.
Jungkook wasn't making this easier as he kept waving his arms around, mouthing the words "we're definitely partners." And for a split second, you began to believe him.
Well, that was until-
"Y/n and Yoongi," Namjoon called out, making your face fall. Violet began clapping her hands while her fiancee proudly smiled.
Feeling your face turn red, you continue staring at Namjoon as he slowly tilted his head to the side for you to go to your new partner, in which you responded with continuing on your stare.
It felt like hours before you felt someone's presence beside you, causing Namjoon to fix his attention back to announcing who's Jungkook's partner was going to be.
Moving your head slightly to the right, you could make out the bright blonde hair immediately. Yoongi was sitting next to you, oh my-
"I guess we're uh- partners?" he lightly squinted his eyes before looking directly at your own.
You felt weak at the knees by this eye contact, how are you going to make it through the week?
"R-right," you began, mentally screaming at yourself for stuttering "I mean right! Yeah, how uhm..cool?"
"Not really," he sighed, making your eyes widen. Was he really not that happy by this decision? "I don't dance much"
Relief hit you by his answer, okay maybe he doesn't hate you. "Don't worry, I'm on the same boat."
"Namjoon knows I don't do any of this," Yoongi cringed to himself. Does he mean dancing? "I'm sure your sister knows you aren't great either, they should have just partnered us up with someone who wasn't going to make us look humiliating."
Ouch, that stung.
You shut your mouth, not sure what to reply. You understood his point, but at the same time you didn't. It was beginning to become clear now that maybe he wasn't happy with this setup.
"Are we ready to begin?" you heard the instructor exclaim, causing you to look past Yoongi in which you were grateful this small conversation would have to be cut. "Please come forward and spread out, only your partners should be near you!"
Rubbing your fingers, you slowly followed after Yoongi who took the lead towards the middle of the spaced out "dance floor," or the only area in this room that did not have folding tables. The two of you ended up on the side while the others placed themselves throughout the middle and front of the teacher.
After listening to him ramble on about the needed chemistry between partners and showing how our hands must be placed on his practice dummy, who was Namjoon- which Violet did not like, it was time for everyone else to follow.
"Remember, the men are the leads! Take your lady's hand with your left and place your right on her hip! I want to feel the sexual tension from here!"
"Or a comfortable tension," Namjoon interfered.
Looking up at Yoongi, you saw him dully take his left hand out to grab your right one. By his lack of emotion, it triggered you to malfunction and embarrass the hell out of yourself.
He could feel how stiff your body was once he grabbed your hand, beginning to place his right hand behind on your mid back.
"Closer!" the instructor popped out of nowhere, causing you to flinch and almost trip over Yoongi's shoes. Yes, you just stepped on his shoes- he probably hates you now. "Hand on hip! You'll get the rhythm faster."
"No thanks, I'd rather not," Yoongi plainly stated, but was pushed inches away from your face when the instructor pushed you both forward.
You tried your best to look anywhere then at him, but it was incredibly hard. You did catch him throwing out a few glances a few times, but he would always divert his attention somewhere else when he noticed how uncomfortable you reacted to it.
"Do y-you think we should do what they are doing?" You asked, referring to steps that were just given to follow. Everybody else were figuring out the new footwork, but your partner just stood there as if he wanted to die already.
He simply just ignored you, only looking at what Jungkook and his partner were doing. In which, your cousin was swinging the poor girl around while she tried to slow him down in fear.
God, you wish this was over already.
-
"So...how did you like it?!" Violet questioned, sitting down on the bed in your old bedroom while you hid under the blankets. "It was fun, huh?"
"You call that fun?" You groaned, sitting up. "I want a new partner."
"What? No way! Yoongi will be hurt you wanted to switch."
"How if he was the one who questioned why we weren't switched in the first place?"
Violet gasped, "He said that?"
Nodding, you wiped some hair away from your face. "He also refused to put his hand on my hip. Is my body too gross for him or what?"
It did hurt your feelings he wouldn't listen to the basic suggestions, but if he didn't want to then there was nothing you could do.
"Maybe it was a respect thing- like to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries?"
Thinking about it for a second, she could be right.
"We just don't mix well, he would just ignore me any time I asked questions or spoke up," You sighed. "Please change my partner-"
"-I can't, we already began rehearsals," She cut you off.
"But we only learned basic steps! I can dance with a whole other human being and get it down with them! Please, please-"
"-no-"
"I can tell he despises every minute of this," You whine. "He's not into it and I'm just holding him back! You already know how scary this is to throw myself out there for this dance, at least let me be with someone who seems comfortable with me. It'll make me less anxious."
Your sister gave you a look, taking her time to think hard about this. She wanted you to feel fully comfortable, but it would be so unfair to switch partners the next day after announcing them.
"You know I want you to feel at your best, but the decision has been made and I-"
"If you let me switch I'll clean your room for a year," You rambled.
She rolled her eyes, "nice try, you don't even live nearby!"
"I'll send you money to buy your favorite meals twice a month!"
Violet gave you a stern look. "Y/n, no means no. I-"
"I'll say a speech at your wedding!"
That made her shut up.
This shocked you too because you avoided this topic from the start when she told you she was engaged. You hated talking, better yet- talking in front of people? No way, impossible to do!
"You would never, you can't even order your food without stuttering."
She didn't have to come at you like that..
"I promise!" you begged, jumping in front of her as she rolled her eyes.
Hearing her sigh, you felt weight being lifted off your shoulder. "Fine! You can have Hoseok, he's a quick learner anyway."
Almost making your sister fall off the bed as you tackled her in a hug, you cheered. "Thank you! Thank you! Tha-"
"Shut up already," she scrunched her face, pushing you off harshly. "I'm only doing this because you seem to feel really uncomfortable being near him and my sister instincts are going off."
You nodded quickly, trying to be on your best behavior so she doesn't change her mind.
"It kind of sucks though," she shrugged. "Namjoon and I thought you would be the perfect fit, you two are so alike"
"Being antisocial doesn't automatically mean we'll hit it off."
"Sorry, wouldn't know what that's like," she smiled and stood up from your bed. "I'm gonna go check on mom and the centerpieces, you should text Hobi a heads up for this week."
Once she left the room, you pulled out your phone to text him. You hope you weren't being a total bitch for doing this, but you doubt Yoongi would get offended.
You're in Taehyung's spacious kitchen. He's behind you, your body bent over the kitchen aisle. His hard cock is pressing against your ass, slipping in and out as he relentlessly fucks you. His strong hands hold onto your hips, pulling you back onto his thick length. You moan with pleasure as you both move in a synchronized rhythm. Sweat drips down your back as the intensity builds.
“Fuck,” you say quietly. He grins into the space between your neck and shoulder blades before whispering, “Yeah…fuck me harder, baby.” You oblige. You can feel yourself getting close to release, but not yet. Taehyung pumps faster and deeper inside of you, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I'm so close, Tae," you moan out, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you. "Come for me, baby," he growls out, as you reach your climax with loud moans. The kitchen is filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping together in pleasure.
Taehyung continues to thrust into you, his pace slowing down slightly but his length still filling you up completely. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts out, his hips slapping against your ass. You moan as the sensitivity intensifies, but he doesn't stop, his grip on your hips still firm as he takes what he wants from you.
The pain starts to become too much, and you gasp out "Apple," the safe word the two of you had agreed on beforehand. Taehyung immediately stops, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay, baby?" he asks, his hands letting go of your hips and rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. You nod, catching your breath and thanking him for stopping.
He reaches around you to open some cupboards on the aisle, grabbing an apple and cutting it into quarters. Then he returns to your side, handing you the fruit. You smile at him. "Thanks," you murmur, eating the half piece you'd just gotten from him.
"Do you need anything else, baby? I mean, do you want me to leave so you can rest after that little… incident? Or do you want to come sit outside? We could watch something on TV." His voice was full of warmth when talking about how much he loves and cherishes you, and you know that he would never let another person get hurt by his actions, especially someone who means such a lot to him. He's kind of like that, always looking out for others first, even if he feels responsible for them himself. It makes you happy to be able to call him yours.
You shake your head. “Maybe a nice warm bath," you ask with a pout on your lips. You're sure you don't look like a sad puppy with those large eyes, but you've learned that sometimes it is helpful to act like one. Taehyung nods, kissing your temple gently. “I'll order us some takeout then, alright?" Your eyes light up at that idea. "Okay, babe. Take as long as you need!"
Once he leaves, you stand up from the table to start taking off your clothes, stripping them off quickly before diving into the bathtub. You sigh happily at the hot water relaxing your tense muscles. You love the way you feel when you are clean - the way all of the stress and tension in your body dissipates. It's therapeutic to just lie there for hours, soaking in every last drop of your sweat and cum. You feel amazing when you finally stand up. When you emerge from the bathroom wearing only your robe, you see Taehyung sitting on the sofa watching TV. He turns when you walk into the room, setting it on pause. "Hey honey, I ordered fried chicken. It is your favorite right?"
You nod enthusiastically, sitting next to him and resting your head on his shoulder. His arm snakes around your waist, holding you tight while he kisses your forehead. "It will be here in fifteen minutes.""Thank you~"
As soon as the food arrives, the two of you dig in. Once you are done, you lean against Taehyung's chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you. The television is left to play at low volume as you lay there comfortably, Taehyung humming along with the songs playing. "That was really good," you mumble sleepily. "Thank you for all of this." His arms tighten even more around you as you feel the vibrations of his laughter through his chest.
"Anything for you, baby," he responds softly as you drift off to sleep. He places a kiss on top of your head, his thumb stroking your cheek, the skin warm under the heat of his touch. "Any time."
You were surprised when Yoongi told you he was going to take you out for ice cream in the middle of winter.
When you asked why, he said simply, “I wanted to treat you for a change.”
And you thought that would be it. He didn’t seem too pleased when you agreed with him, though.
Maybe his family or friends had mentioned something to him about the occasion before he decided he wanted to celebrate it with you, but you really couldn’t remember.
Still, you went along with whatever he wanted – it wasn’t like you could turn down free ice cream - but even though Yoongi didn’t say anything, there was tension between you all day. When he got home late in the evening, it seemed as if he barely spoke at all.
In an attempt to break the ice, you asked him why he was so quiet. He just shrugged, and you realized you weren’t getting any real answers. If it were up to you, you wouldn’t have asked at all. But Yoongi was important to you, whether he knew it yet or not.
That night, after you had gone to sleep, you thought maybe you should talk to him about it, but then the next morning, there he was. Standing on your doorstep with a small black box in his hands. His smile was soft and kind, but his eyes held no warmth. They seemed cold. You wondered what he was hiding behind his face that made him appear so distant. Maybe his family or friends had said something to him after all.
But you were sure that nothing would make him act like this, even over a cake.
With a slight hesitation, you reached out and took the present from his hands, and he immediately let go. The way his hands lingered around yours was enough to tell you exactly how much he loved them. It made a strange feeling well inside you – one which made you want to run back into your room, and hide until this whole thing blew over, but instead, you opened the gift.
A beautiful silver bracelet rested in your hand, glistening from the sun filtering through the blinds and catching the light in ways that made the delicate, intricate pattern shine. You stared at it, trying to process what you were seeing. The bracelet was gorgeous, and you weren’t exactly used to receiving presents on your birthday, but it didn’t look cheap. There had to have been some serious money involved if he spent that much for a plain, old silver bracelet.
You glanced up at him questioningly, “Do I get a price tag? And a description of what’s in it?”
His shoulders slumped slightly in relief and he replied, “The design is pretty simple. Just loop a few links around my wrist and attach one of your favorite colors. And no description, please, I don’t want to explain myself any more than I have to. But if you want something more detailed, you can ask the jeweler tomorrow, alright? I just wanted to show it to you now and…”
You raised your arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying your face into his chest. He tensed slightly, and you felt him stiffen even further. Then he relaxed, slowly wrapping his arms around you in return. You felt him bury his nose in your hair as if to inhale its smell. His body heat was warm and comforting against yours and you buried your fingers in his hair as well. For once, you didn't mind having long hair.
You closed your eyes and breathed him in.
He smelled like chocolate, like cinnamon and cloves and honey, like vanilla and sugar, and something sweet that reminded you of a bakery. A place that only you knew existed. His presence always filled you with warmth and safety.
“It’s lovely,” you finally said, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweater. You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, “Thank you.”
Yoongi smiled at you gently, leaning forward for a brief kiss. Then he kissed you again.
This time, though, it was sweeter, slower. He pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding onto your waist. One hand moved upwards to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss, and another slid underneath your blouse to stroke your side softly. Your hands roamed his back slowly, moving down towards his ass and squeezing lightly.
Yoongi moaned softly in response to your touch, breaking the kiss momentarily to lean down and trail kisses along your neck. "Mmm, you smell so good," he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe.
"How do you manage to stay so fucking fresh? Is that a natural scent?"
Your body responded instantly, pressing against him, wanting more. You tugged his shirt off, pushing his pants down so you could slip your hands under his briefs. "Is that how I always smell to you?"
He chuckled, "Only when you're turned on like this." Yoongi groaned as your fingers wrapped around his hardening member, guiding him toward the edge of the bed. "Come here, baby," he whispered, pulling you down with him. "Let's enjoy this birthday surprise together."
You followed his instructions obediently, taking every opportunity you could to kiss him passionately. His hands were everywhere on your body, stroking and exploring every inch as his tongue traced the contours of your mouth. You couldn't stop moaning as you felt his erection against your thigh, and he seemed just as eager as you were. "God, you're so sexy," Yoongi breathed against your lips, his hands sliding down your body to hook under your hips. "Are you ready to feel good, baby?" he asked, positioning himself at your entrance.
Your breath hitched in anticipation as you nodded eagerly. "Yes," you managed to whisper before he entered you, filling you completely.
You clung onto him tightly, legs shaking as your body adjusted to him, to the length of him. He thrust deeper, deeper still. You gasped in pleasure, gripping tighter to his back. "Does it feel good?" Yoongi panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue battling with yours as his thrusts became sharper, more urgent. Your nails dug into his skin as you moaned into his mouth, your body on the verge of exploding with pleasure.
Yoongi kept kissing you, running his hands along your sides and back as you gripped him harder. His thrusts came faster and you could feel yourself starting to come.
As you felt yourself approaching the peak of pleasure, Yoongi pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. "Let go, baby," he encouraged, his hips moving faster as he brought you closer and closer to release. And then it happened - you cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Yoongi continued to thrust through your orgasm, moaning your name before finally finding his release. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, his arm draped over your waist. "You're amazing," he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You grinned, turning your head to kiss him back. "And you taste amazing," you teased as he lifted your chin up to meet his lips.
"That's the best birthday gift ever," you said later that day as he wrapped a scarf around your neck while you waited for Namjoon to pick you both up from your apartment. The snow fell softly outside your window, the sky covered in a clear blue color. You looked at Yoongi, sitting across you, watching you as you watched the falling flakes. He had gotten you a new hat, too, just like you had asked him to.
He looked surprised at that comment as if he hadn't expected you to say something like that. But then he smiled softly, his eyes shining happily as he looked at you. "I'm glad we did this," he replied. "We'll make Christmas better when it's our sixteenth year together." He paused, looking thoughtful.
You were working when you got a call from Sunghoon "Hoonie"
“Hey y/n! Sorry I had to call but it's a very important matter!”
“Sunghoon what is it? Do you need me to come over or…?”
“Yes, it is about Jungwon" You could hear the desperation in his voice
“Okay.. what about him?"
“He's been really stressed out, and has hardly left his apartment!” He sounded like he was crying “I think he's having a panic attack right now"
"I'm on my way. Just make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
You hung up and started walking as fast as possible to his apartment building,
When you finally reached the place you knocked, waiting for someone to answer
It took a while but finally, the door opened
The first thing you noticed was that Sunghoon looked really worried
Then you noticed how pale he was and how his hair looked messy. You saw that he had bags under his eyes
After that, you saw that he didn't look healthy at all. He was thin and looked exhausted
“Y/n, thank god! He's in here!” He led you inside to his living room and pointed at the couch where Sunghoon had just sat
There he was, Jungwon
His breathing was so rapid and shallow, that he looked like he couldn't breathe properly. His cheeks and ears were flushed red and tears were streaming down his face.
"I'm here Jungwon..." You say while grabbing onto him "It's going to be ok".
Sunghoon stood up saying "I'm going out for a bit. Take some time and if anything happens call me."
He left out the door when you grabbed Jungwon's face to make him look at you.
“Look at me Jungwon, everything is going to be fine.” You try to reassure him
Jungwon looks at you with scared eyes and starts crying again
“Please... don't cry anymore..." He whispers through his sobbing "Please... don't leave me, please... I can't"
In a situation like this one it is hard to calm him down, but you have been together for long enough that you decided to do the one thing that seems to do the trick.
You lead his hand to your breast. Your boyfriend's hand instinctively squeezes your breast, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. He lightly circles his thumb over your nipple, sending shivers through your body. He really has something for your boobs, it always calms him down.
As he pushes down your shirt, your breasts are fully exposed and he takes one into his mouth, sucking and gently biting your nipple. You let out a gasp of pleasure, arching your back.
He looks so cute suckling your breasts like that.
He looks up towards you, his eyes still filled with fear, and you lean down to kiss his forehead, whispering a small word of encouragement.
He pulls away slightly from your chest and leans against your shoulder
“Are you ready to stop now, love?”
He shakes his head no as he hikes up your skirt and gets your panties off.
Your boyfriend's fingers move between your legs, trailing up and down, teasing your clit. You moan his name, your body writhing with pleasure. His fingers finally slip inside you, making you gasp and pant.
His other hand goes to your breast again, kneading them lovingly. His touch makes your breath hitch in anticipation.
He keeps stroking your breast as he kisses your neck. You feel wetness on your skin and a moment later he's lapping it off.
“Oh fuck Jungwon, fuck"
He lowers his pants enough so his cock can spring free. He wastes no time in lining himself up with your entrance.
You feel him enter you, filling you up and stretching you out. His thrusts start off slow and steady, but soon he's pounding into you with wild abandon. You moan and whimper, your body responding to his every touch. He grabs onto your hips, pulling you closer to him with each thrust.
Your moans get louder and higher pitched until you're screaming his name in orgasm.
“Fuck, Y/n, fuck" He yells. You both collapse onto the couch, sweaty and sated
The two of you lie there for quite some time, catching your breaths. It feels good to be close to him.
"Why were you having a panic attack? What happened?" you ask after your breathing returns to normal.
Your boyfriend looks at you with concern, his hand still resting on your hip. "I don't know," he says, shaking his head. "It just hit me out of nowhere. I started feeling really anxious and my heart was racing. I couldn't catch my breath." He leans in to kiss you, trying to reassure himself that everything is okay.
You accept, returning the gesture.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you question after breaking the kiss
.
“Not really,” he replies looking at you “I feel like it will only make everything worse.”
“If you ever change your mind, we'll always be here.” You wrap an arm around him
You kiss him and get dressed again to go and make dinner for everyone when they get home.
You're standing alone in a dimly lit room, the faint scent of candles and musk filling your nostrils. Suddenly, he enters the room, his tall and muscular frame eclipsing your small size. He claims that you belong to him now, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his gaze taking in every inch of your body, making you feel vulnerable and exposed. You realize he has full control over you, and a sense of danger and desire overtakes you. Your breath hitches, your skin tingles as his warm hand reaches out to caress your cheek. He stares at your lips for an extended moment, as if contemplating kissing you. "You're quite stunning," he says in a low growl, moving his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck. "I'll take good care of you."
He leans forward and lightly kisses your forehead. The kiss lingers on it before his lips move downwards to trace soft lines down your chin, towards your neck. Your eyes fall closed as he continues trailing kisses up your throat.
When he finally reaches your lips, his mouth meets yours tentatively, hesitantly. He whispers "You're even more beautiful up close." He deepens the kiss, his tongue daringly probing your mouth. You feel his arousal pressing against you, and a soft groan escapes his lips. Slowly pulling away, he murmurs, "We have all night. I want to explore every inch of you."
He rids himself off his shirt as you start to softly trace his tattoos. His skin is warm under your fingertips, and his breathing becomes heavier with each stroke of your fingers. The tip of your fingers trail around his pec and he hisses, the sound reverberating through his chest. You don't know why he's so sensitive there, but you continue stroking and gently sucking his nipple until he's ached with pleasure. "Fuck," he groans, his hands grabbing onto your shoulders as he succumbs to the wave of pleasure that rushes through his body. "You're going to be the death of me."
You gasp as his teeth graze your neck, the sensation sending a wave of desire through you. He playfully nips at your skin, leaving a trail of marks down your collarbone. "You're mine," he growls possessively, his hands trailing down your body to cup your ass. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."
He presses a wet kiss to your hip bone, trailing kisses further down until they reach the tops of your thighs. "Mmm...this feels nice." He slowly slips one hand between your legs. "What do you think?"
He strokes your clit slowly and methodically You moan at his touch, arching your back as he strokes you. "Oh, god...yes," you pant, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. He continues to tease you, alternating between circling your clit and dipping his fingers inside you. "Please...I need more," you whimper, writhing beneath him.
He smirks darkly and slides two fingers deep inside you. "Yes!" You cry out, thrusting into his hand desperately. You grab his wrist and pull hard, forcing his fingers to stop their torture. "That's it....fuck me harder." Not yet," he says with a low growl. He pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to groan in frustration.
He takes a step back and watches as you obediently drop to your knees, looking up at him with desire in your eyes. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hand reaching down to stroke your hair. "Now be a good little fucktoy and suck my cock." He unzips his pants and pulls out his hard, thick member, pushing it toward your waiting mouth.
His movements are slow and deliberate. You lick and suck every part of his cock while he slowly pushes it into your mouth, the head stretching your throat until he's buried completely inside. Once satisfied, he withdraws. You whine as the intrusion causes a twinge of pain in your mouth. He laughs at your response. "You should've known better than to mess with me, little toy," he growls, pushing you down onto your back. "Now I'm going to show you what happens to those who disobey." He pins your arms above your head with one hand and slides the other down your body until it finds your hot, wet core. Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside, making you gasp and moan. "God, you're so fucking wet," he says, his voice low and husky.
"It's going to be very easy for us to get carried away." Don't..." you beg him, your mind beginning to become clouded with lust.
"Don't what?" he asks, smiling mischievously. He starts pumping his fingers inside of you as he talks. "Don't fuck you?" He pulls them out.
You whimper in frustration as he pulls his fingers out of you, begging him not to stop. He grins down at you, his fingers glistening with your arousal. "I think you want me to," he says, his voice low. "You want me to fuck you hard and make you come all over my cock." He pushes you further back onto the bed and positions himself between your legs. "Just say the word and I'll give you what you want." The anticipation makes your body ache with need.
You watch him raise his eyebrows and smirk as he sees you look towards him.
Your mind is still fuzzy with lust, and you almost don't realize what he's trying to tell you. As he starts slowly entering you again, you realize what he wants and try to cover your mouth, but he won't let you. He thrusts deeper inside you, relishing the sensation of your tight, wet heat. "I want to hear you scream," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to hear you beg for more." With each powerful thrust, your body rocks with the force of his movements. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tensing with pleasure. Finally, unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out a loud moan as pleasure washes over you. He chuckles, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "That's it, baby," he says. "Give in to me."
His voice lowers into a dangerous tone. "Make this worth my while." The last word is whispered so quietly you have trouble hearing him. His fingers move faster, his hips rocking and pushing against yours. You cry out, and a few seconds later he slams into you in a violent orgasm. He holds on to your hips for several moments after, both of you gasping for air. Finally, he withdraws from you and collapses onto the bed beside you. "You're all mine," he says, his voice raspy with satisfaction. "Never forget that." You nod, feeling a mix of pleasure and fear. You're not sure what's going to happen next, but for now, you're content to bask in the afterglow, surrounded by the scent of candles and musk, and the feeling of his warmth next to you.
As you trace the intricate tattoos adorning his muscular chest, your eyelids grow heavy with sleep. You feel him shifting beside you, adjusting the blankets to cover you both. As you drift off into a peaceful slumber, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. But for now, you're content to be in this dimly lit room, surrounded by the scent of candles and musk, and the warmth of the man next to you.
A nice request from @sadfragilegirl I hope it lives up to your expectations :)
You stand in a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking the city, surrounded by wealthy elites and models flaunting their beauty. Your eyes wander to the bar where a suave man with chiseled features and a dangling Rolex takes a sip. You silently slip away from the crowd, seeking solitude to contemplate your thoughts. You’re not sure how long you linger before a voice rings out behind you.
“Hello, y/n.” It comes from behind you, low and sultry. You turn around to see him standing there, casually leaning against the bar. His skin tone is light, dark hair slicked back, and piercing brown eyes locked onto yours. "Hello, Yoongo," you reply, feeling your heart race at the sight of him. "What brings you over here?" His smirk widens as he looks you up and down appreciatively. He moves towards you and holds out a hand. With a soft laugh, you place yours into his and he leads you through the crowd. “Well… if I told you that it was a date, you wouldn’t believe me, would you?” You smile coyly at him and let him lead you wherever he pleases. "I might believe you," you say, enjoying the feel of his hand in yours. "But I guess I'll have to see where this night takes us to find out the truth." He chuckles and leads you to a secluded balcony, overlooking the city. “Have a drink?” he asks as he pours you one. You nod and take the glass, swirling the amber liquid slowly. The cool liquid makes your skin tingle pleasantly as it goes down your throat. “Thank you,” you murmur, taking another sip and admiring the view of the skyline. Yoongo stands beside you, his gaze occasionally flickering to your face and then back to the skyline. "You're welcome," he replies, taking a sip from his glass. "So, y/n, what's on your mind tonight? Care to share with me?" he asks, his voice low and curious.
You hum thoughtfully. "Something along the lines of: 'Why do these people keep coming up to me?' " You raise an eyebrow. "Are we really going to get down to business now? I'm flattered but I'm not sure I can take a lot more flirting at the moment." Oh no," he says smoothly. "I'm not interested in getting down to business just yet, y/n. I was just curious about what's on your mind. And don't worry, I'll keep my flirting in check if that's your preference." He gives you a reassuring smile and takes another sip of his drink. "But if you do change your mind..." he trails off, his eyes glinting mischievously.
"It won't be any of these beautiful women who will come looking for company."
Your eyes widen slightly as his statement registers. Yoongo smirks at your reaction. "And why should I believe you?" you ask softly, narrowing your eyes. "What made you think I'd accept your invitation?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Call it a hunch. And as for why you should believe me..." he leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Because I know what you're looking for, y/n," he murmurs. "And I can give it to you like no one else can." You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you find yourself drawn towards him despite your better judgment.
"Do tell," you purr, closing the space between you and placing your hands gently on his chest. His body stiffens slightly at the contact but relaxes after a few seconds. He pulls himself away from you and sits on the edge of the bar stool, looking over your shoulder to survey the party below. "I could show you," Yoongi replies with a smug grin. "But not here, not in this setting. I have a private room upstairs where we can truly explore our desires." He looks back at you, his dark eyes intense. "Are you interested, y/n?" he asks, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Do you want to see what I can do?" You stare at him, completely taken aback by his sudden forwardness and boldness.
Before you can answer, his phone buzzes on the countertop, signaling someone is trying to reach him. With a sigh, he answers. After speaking a few moments, he excuses himself and leaves. As soon as he’s gone. As soon as Yoongi is gone, you feel a twinge of disappointment. You were curious about what he could offer you, and the thought of exploring your desires with him was tantalizing. But now he's gone, and you're left alone on the balcony. The city lights twinkle in the distance, and you take a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden rush of emotions that are coursing through you.
Why does Yoongi have such power over you? What has gotten into you, (Y/n), to act so impulsively when all you ever seem to want is to wait patiently for things to work out? You sigh again You're not entirely sure what came over you when Yoongi talked to you. Maybe it was the thrill of the moment, or the fact that he seemed confident and self-assured, two qualities that have always attracted you. As you lean on the balcony railing, you try to sort through your feelings, but everything is a jumbled mess. All you know is that Yoongi stirred something inside you, something you haven't felt in a long time. Before you know it he stands right behind you again.
You whip around. Your mouth drops open slightly and your eyes widen, your cheeks turning pink. "Yoongi!" you whisper loudly, surprised to realize you hadn't even noticed his presence return. "How long have you been there?!" Yoongi grins lazily, resting his arms on the balcony rail.
"Long enough to hear you sighing," he says, his dark eyes glinting mischievously. "Are you still interested in exploring our desires?" he adds, his voice low and sultry. Your heart skips a beat and you feel a thrill run down your spine. You know you should steer clear of this dangerous man, but you can't help feeling drawn to him and the promise of excitement he offers. You bite your lip, feeling a surge of desire that you try to suppress.
If you didn't know better you'd swear you could smell the scent of sex coming off him. "We don't need to do anything if you don't want to," he adds quietly, watching you intently. "Just know that I'm available whenever you want. And I hope you're not worried about money because I have plenty." You feel an uncontrollable smile tug at the corners of your lips as you shake your head. You aren’t worried, you just...want.
He steps closer and runs a finger down your jawline, his touch light as if afraid to break you.
You shiver at the touch, feeling his energy course through you. The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can't help but lean into him. Yoongi's hand moves down to your neck, his fingers tracing the line of your collarbone. You close your eyes, surrendering to the sensation, as his other hand reaches around to your back, pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to give you everything you've been wanting. Are you ready?" You bite your lip, feeling a flush of heat spread through your body. Yes, you're ready.
More than ready. "Yes," you breathe out in response, unable to form words. He draws away and takes hold of your hand, guiding you to the lift and pressing the button. As soon as it arrives, you step inside and he follows you in quickly. The doors close and Yoongi presses the button for the top floor. As the lift begins its ascent, he steps closer to you, one hand on your waist and the other running through your hair. You feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "I can't wait to see what you look like underneath this dress," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to the hem. The lift dings and the doors slide open, revealing a hallway lined with expensive artwork. Yoongi doesn't waste any time, leading you to a door at the end of the hallway. He opens it and pulls you inside, closing the door behind him.
"Let me see your dress, y/n," he commands softly and takes hold of your wrist, lifting your arm and holding your wrist lightly. You gasp as the dress slides over your head, revealing your soft pink lace bra and black panties. He stares at you intently.
You stand in front of him completely nude, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly aroused. Yoongi's eyes travel over your body, taking in every inch with a hunger that makes your toes curl. "God, you're beautiful," he breathes out, stepping closer and placing a hand on your hip. He leans in and takes a nipple between his lips, sucking hard and causing you to moan. Yoongi's other hand travels down to your waistband, his fingers hooking into the fabric and pulling it down. Your panties fall to the ground, leaving you fully exposed to him. Yoongi kneels in front of you, burying his face between your thighs and licking a long stripe up your folds. You almost collapse from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you.
"So wet~" he murmurs huskily, making you shudder with anticipation. He reaches up, taking hold of a lacy red ribbon attached to the back of your lingerie and untying it swiftly. You gulp as his fingers trace the outline of your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Yoongi takes his time, running his fingers up and down, teasing you and making you arch your back. "I knew you'd taste sweet," he says as he drags his tongue over your folds, sending you into a frenzy. You can feel the tug of his fingers as he undoes his pants, freeing his erection. Yoongi stands up and leans you against a nearby wall, pressing his cock against your entrance. "Ready for me?" he asks, his eyes dark with desire. You nod eagerly, and he slowly slides inside, filling you completely.
You cry out, clutching onto his shoulders and whimpering as he thrusts deeper into you.
He lets go of your wrists and cups your face, tilting your chin up to look into your eyes. He leans in until his nose touches yours.
"Tell me if it gets too much," he tells you lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. You nod breathlessly, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, and you moan into the kiss. Yoongi's thrusts become erratic as he nears his own release, and you can feel yourself getting closer as well.
He lifts one of your hands to his lips and gently bites the inside of your wrist.
"Touch yourself for me. Show me how good you are at pleasing me," he demands, his hips pistoning harder into you and driving you nearly crazy with desire.
You raise your hands to your breasts and gently grasp them both. Your fingers pinch your nipples, and you moan as Yoongi continues his relentless thrusts. You can feel your orgasm building inside of you, and you know it won't be long now. Yoongi leans in and thrusts harder, his forehead resting against yours as he grunts with exertion. You let out a scream, your body convulsing with pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. Yoongi roars his own release, filling you with warmth, and you both collapse on the ground, panting heavily. "Good girl," he says, his lips brushing against your forehead. "We're just getting started."
With sweat pouring down your bodies, Yoongi picks you up and carries you to the king-sized bed in the corner of the room. He lays you down gently, kissing you deeply as he positions himself over you. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your lips. "So perfectly mine." His cock twitches against your thigh, and you instinctively spread your legs, inviting him in. Yoongi groans, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he slides back inside you. You clutch onto his back as he sets a rhythm, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your cries and Yoongi's grunts. You feel sweat-drenched and dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of your desire.
Suddenly, Yoongi's grip on your hips tightens, and the room begins to spin wildly around you. You try to sit up but fail, tumbling backward helplessly as your vision blurs. You hear footsteps approach you, but they sound so far away and faint that you aren't sure if they're real or not. Just as you think you might pass out, Yoongi's hand grasps your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You okay, baby?" he asks, his voice gentle and concerned. He strokes your hair back from your forehead, an affectionate gesture that helps steady you. "Just needed a break for a minute," you manage to say, your voice thick with emotion. You feel overwhelmed in more ways than one - by the pleasure coursing through your body, by the intensity of your connection with Yoongi, and by the sudden vulnerability you feel. Yoongi nods, and you see a flicker of understanding in his dark eyes. "I got you," he murmurs, and then his lips are crashing down on yours again, reigniting the flame of passion between you.
Yoongi's hands grip your hips firmly, urging you onto all fours. You oblige him, arching your back and presenting yourself to him eagerly. You feel his hot breath on your skin, and then his cock pushing inside you once again. He sets a steady pace, driving himself deep inside you with each thrust. You moan, the sound torn from your throat as you're overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. You lose yourself in the moment, responding to Yoongi's commands to moan louder, to squeeze your tight little cunt around his cock. You feel him getting close to the edge, his pace quickening.
Your eyes fly open when you feel his shaft jerk inside you, coming violently. He moans loudly as he pumps inside you with even more force, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "That felt amazing," he panted, pulling out of you slowly as you came down from your climax.
A smile forms on your lips as you look at him, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You lean forward and press your lips against his. He smiles into the kiss, his hands rubbing along your sides soothingly. "Don't get used to it," you whisper playfully, nuzzling his neck.
As Yoongi wakes up the next morning you are not there anymore. and he wonders when he will see you this time. At another event or maybe randomly at a coffee shop. He had everything but he could never have you.
He didn't know how it happened. It had all been so simple before - they hadn't even realized they liked each other, let alone were in love - and yet, one thing led to another and things changed.
Y/n was late. She always was, but she promised Jungkook they'd go out today - he knew this would happen, as he'd told Y/n multiple times they needed to have an actual date night - and she'd never come back.
They'd known for quite some time that they had different personalities, that they'd be opposites in every way possible, and that they could never really connect, but after they finally accepted that they could never be together like they wanted to, they decided it was a good idea to give themselves something special in their relationship. They had a 'thing', if you will. They spent most of their free time together, talked about everything - from favorite colors to how weird the weather was going to be - and shared their lives. It felt natural, right - even though neither of them was entirely comfortable with what their lives had become.
Y/n appeared in front of his door, not even saying anything about why she was late. Jungkook was relieved to see she was ok but hurt that she didn't let him know that she would be there later. She saw the hurt in his eyes and as always she tried to distract him. She really is terrible to him. He is so in love with her yet she never made him feel like she loved him back. She was more in need of that physical affection he gave her.
She pushed him against the wall and started kissing him. Jungkook kisses you back with equal enthusiasm. His hands grab your hips and pull you even closer. A moan escapes his lips as your tongue flicks against his. You break away for air, panting. Your hand is running through his hair. "You're beautiful," you say with a smile.
Your words make Jungkook blush and giggle softly. He leans forward and presses another kiss onto your lips and he can almost taste the smile on your face.
Jungkook's hands wander down your back and grasp your ass with a firm grip. You moan at the feeling, and he takes advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth again. His hips start to grind into yours and you feel how hard he is already. You groan and push yourself onto his chest. He moans in response, and it sends vibrations throughout his body as well. You grind against his crotch. He grips your thighs tighter, pulling you up and wrapping both of his arms around your waist. He pushes himself against you harder, pressing his hardness against your hip bones.
Jungkook pulls away from your lips and nuzzles against your neck, finding the sensitive spot that always makes you wet. As he sucks and nips at your flesh, you feel the heat pooling between your legs. You grind yourself harder against him, wanting to feel his hardness against your exposed skin. Your fingers play with the hem of his shirt. "Take it off." You whisper into his ear as he continues sucking your neck. His hands fumble with the buttons for a moment until he gets them undone and tosses them aside. His shirt goes flying in the same direction as your bra. "Jungkook."
Jungkook deftly unclips your bra and throws it across the room. With both of you shirtless, he sucks on your nipples, making you arch your back. You slip your fingers into his waistband and start to tug his pants down. He helps you by shimmying them off while you slip out of your pants. You both lay on the couch fully nude, ready for more.
Jungkook trails kisses along your collarbone while you stroke his erection. He grins against your skin and grabs your hand. "Do you want me?"
You look down at his cock and nod quickly. "Yes." Your hands move up and down his shaft slowly, teasing the tip slightly.
Jungkook moans softly as you tease him, his hips thrusting with your movements. "Don't tease me too much, Y/N," he groans, his eyes flickering with desire as he positions himself between your parted legs. "I need you right now." You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusts into you. Your moans fill the air as he sets a rhythm, fulfilling both of your desires.
You clench around him tightly, trying desperately to bring him closer. He pushes further inside you and you whimper loudly in frustration. The sound only encourages him to continue, as he pumps harder inside you. You start to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen and your vision becomes tunneled in on the bulge filling your entrance.
Jungkook notices your frustration and leans down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth as he continues to thrust into you. You gasp and arch your back as pleasure courses through your body. "You feel so good, Y/N," he moans. "I'm not gonna last much longer." He picks up the pace, driving into you until you both reach the peak of your pleasure, crying out each other's names. You collapse against each other, panting heavily, both satisfied and spent. Jungkook falls backwards onto the couch cushions and holds onto you tightly. You lean over him and bury your head in his neck, breathing heavily. He lets out another soft moan, his body limp against your own. He doesn't speak a word, just holding you close.
When your breathing calms down, he gently runs a hand over your side and looks you straight in the eye. "Are we okay?"
Y/n places her palm gently over his lips. "We're okay,"
As she drifted to sleep in his arms, he knew he should leave and find a healthy relationship instead of whatever this was> But watching you so beautiful in his arms, he couldn't help but fall for you all over again.
You were at a party meeting Yoongi's friends. You knew they were all very sweet and funny but that wasn't why you were there for. It was only for the drinks though. There wasn't anything else you needed to do tonight. Well, that's what everyone thought at least. That wasn't true.
Yoongi had told you a lot about his friends and how great it would be if you met them. You didn't believe him but he seemed so excited about it. So you agreed to go. You didn't mind much. As long as you could have something other than beer you didn't care that much. You just wanted to meet some of Yoongi's friends.
Your first stop is Taehyung. You don't really know who this one is. You think you might know Jimin or maybe Jin? Or even Jungkook. He seems nice enough. The only problem was how he kept making eye contact with you. When someone like Taehyung is looking at you, it means they are staring into your soul. And he's doing that right now.
As the night went on you really started enjoying yourself. So much you and Taehyung were flirting continuously while Yoongi was looking in your direction with an angry expression on his face.
He seemed pissed off by what you and Taehyung were doing.
You and Yoongi were just friends so he did not have the right to be as mad as he was. Taeyhung leaned in close and said "Want to go the bathroom for some fun"
His eyes were dark and hungry, his voice low and husky like velvet. You liked it.
"Sure," you responded softly, your voice shaking.
Taehyung smiled before grabbing your hand and walking toward the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Once inside Taehyung turned to you, placing one hand on the wall to support himself and leaning down. Your lips connected and the kiss quickly grew heated.
He pushed himself away from the wall and pressed you up against the sink. Yoongi went after you too seeing the whole scene in front of him.
He was so angry pushing Taehyung off of you.
You felt bad because he looked like he wanted to kill you. His breathing was heavy and uneven. Taehyung smirked, wrapping one arm around your waist, pressing his chest to yours."So you're here for my ass aren't you?"
You blushed brightly but couldn't find it in your heart to respond. Instead, your fingers reached up to trace the shape of Taehgyung's cheekbones, the slope of his nose, his jaw, the edge of his lip, finally resting lightly on his lips. You kissed him back softly, hoping it would calm him a little bit. After a moment you pulled away from Taehyung and looked directly into Yoongi's eyes.
They were filled with anger, jealousy, and disgust but also relief and satisfaction. You gave him a small smile and moved over to put your head on Taehyung's shoulder, letting out a quiet moan in contentment. It didn't take long before Taehyung started massaging your back with his free hand. His fingers danced over your skin like butterfly wings, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They moved along the curve of your spine, then to the back of your neck. Finally, he placed his hand over your breast, caressing it gently. You sighed and closed your eyes feeling the warmth of his touch. You could feel his smirk against your cheek before he spoke softly to you."You've been waiting for me all night haven't ya?"
You nodded happily. Then without warning, you opened your eyes because you felt Yoongi kissing the back of your neck.
You were now sandwiched between the boys. They looked at each other and it seemed like they understood one another without talking. You heard Yoongi behind you ask "You would like 2 dicks now don't you?"
You laughed and giggled quietly. You had no clue who Yoongi meant until you saw his smirk again. You could tell he was trying to get a reaction from you. But he wasn't getting any. Instead, you replied calmly, "Yes I would."
It seemed like the boys were amused by how easily you answered him.
Taehyung started making out with you again while Yoongi was lathering your neck in kisses. Your skirt got hiked up while you feel a hand go into your panties to rub your pussy.
You hear Yoongi say "So wet, just for me and Taehyung". Yoongi's fingers start moving faster and deeper. You moaned loudly which brought both guys' attention towards you. "You wanna come, baby?" Yoongi asks you softly, licking his lips, a wicked look in his eye. You nod eagerly. Yoongi removes his fingers and looks at you with a mischievous grin, "What do you say?" Taehyung 'positions his hard length against your pussy. "You want to feel me inside you?" he whispers into your ear.
You gasp as Taehyung enters you fully, filling you up completely. The feeling of him inside you is intense and it sends shivers down your spine. He begins to move slowly at first, savoring the tightness of your walls, but quickly picks up the pace as he thrusts deeper and harder. Yoongi watches, his fingers still slick with your juices as he strokes his cock. You moan loudly, overwhelmed with pleasure from both men.
You feel Yoongi's fingers trail down from your lower back to your ass, circling your hole before slipping inside. You tense up at first, but the sensation quickly becomes pleasurable as he begins to stretch you open. He adds another finger and you feel him scissoring them gently before pulling them out. "You ready for more?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
As Taehyung continues to pound into you, you feel Yoongi's tip pressing against your now lubed-up asshole. You nod, permitting him to enter as he pushes himself in slowly. The sensation of being filled up from both ends is unbelievable, and you can't help but moan in ecstasy. Taehyung picks up the pace, fucking you hard and fast while Yoongi matches his rhythm from behind. You're lost in the pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts as you're taken to new heights of ecstasy.
You feel yourself being lifted as Taehyung fiercely grabs your legs and hoists them up to give himself and Yoongi full control over you. You grip onto their shoulders for support as they continue to thrust into you, their hard cocks filling you up completely. You can't help but moan uncontrollably, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as they continue to move you up and down in sync. The sensation of being completely at their mercy heightens your arousal, and you're lost in a world of boundless pleasure.
You feel your entire body tensing up as your orgasm approaches, a warm sensation spreading throughout your body. You grip onto Taehyung and Yoongi tightly, your moans becoming louder and more frequent. They continue to fuck you relentlessly, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a loud moan, you reach your climax, your entire body convulsing with pleasure as they continue to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm for as long as possible. You're left completely spent, your body shaking with pleasure as the afterglow consumes you.
You feel Taehyung and Yoongi tensing up inside you as they reach their climax, their cocks pulsating with pleasure as they fill you up with their hot, sticky release. You can feel their warm essence spilling out of you, mixing with your juices as they continue to move inside you, prolonging the pleasure as long as possible. Finally, they collapse onto the bathroom floor with you, spent and satisfied, their labored breathing filling the quiet room. You lay between them, completely exhausted, as the afterglow of your intense threesome leaves you in a state of pure bliss.
You and Taehyung start to gather your clothes, preparing to clean up after the intense threesome when Yoongi suddenly speaks up. "Taehyung, listen to me. From now on, you are not allowed to touch her anymore. Do you understand?" he says, his voice firm and commanding. Taehyung looks surprised, but nods obediently, his eyes downcast.
Yoongi looks at you and says very possessively "You are mine"
You feel anger rising inside of you as Yoongi speaks, and you quickly grab Taehyung's hand, holding it tightly in yours. "What do you mean, 'you're mine'?" you retort, your voice growing more forceful. "I am not anyone's property, and I get to make my own choices. I wanted to have some fun. Taehyung was my choice of having fun and you barged in> Be grateful we let you join us."
This only fuels Yoongi's temper. He turns around to face you, his body now towering over yours, threateningly, while he shouts at you angrily."Do you think I care?! I can't believe this!" he screams, grabbing your cheeks roughly, "You will listen to me! Do you think that just because you and the boy decided to have sex I'm gonna leave you alone? No. We won't ever be friends. Now stop acting spoiled and act like a lady. Don't you dare try and ruin what was supposed to be mine!" He growls, glaring into your eyes.
"I was here first, I have been wanting you since the beginning!"Yoongi screams at you."You meet Taehyung and out of nowhere I'm nothing to you!?"
You can't bring yourself to reply so you remain silent, staring defiantly into his eyes. Suddenly Taehyung pulls his hand free and storms over to where Yoongi stands, pulling him backwards. He grabs him by the collar, shaking him violently. "If you love Y/n so much, you'd better leave her the fuck alone!! She doesn't belong to anybody!!" He shouts at him furiously. His words cause Yoongi to pause, looking deeply into Taehyung's furious eyes and seeing a mixture of hurt and rage. He sighs, turning away.
"You should've just told me, "you say softly.
"Don't act stupid, why would I have told you?" he responds angrily, "And besides, what does it matter if she's mine or not."
"How could I not have known you loved her?" Taehyung says to Yoongi's retreating figure, "Why did you even introduce me to her!" Taehyung growls. He knows it's wrong to be jealous and angry. But deep down, he still didn't want Y/n to share something special with someone else. He wanted to be hers. And now Taehyung had stolen her from him.
"Let's just go and forget about this" You say. "There is a party we still get to enjoy" you add before walking towards the door."Come on, let's not waste a good time" you whisper.
He is here in your house and you know what for. He comes to take what he wants after all didn't you want your wishes to be fulfilled?
Finally not seeing him in a dream you decide now is the time to actually ask for his name. You stutter while you ask, when he answers with a smirk "I like how you want to know my name to be prepared what the scream in a bit."
You shake your head in confusion as you look down. It makes you nervous.
"What's your name?" You ask looking back up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "My name is Jungwon" he replies. "Now be a pretty little darling and get those clothes off for me"
He demands, standing up from the sofa. He walks towards you but your mind is blank except for one single word. "No".
Jungwon stares at you with annoyance. He puts one finger under your chin to force you to face him and he tilts your head up slightly with ease. "Look at me dear" he growls.
You still refuse to acknowledge him and you watch as he takes a long strand of your hair between his index finger and thumb, bringing your head back and forth, examining it carefully. When he is satisfied he turns his attention back to you. "Why won’t you listen to me? After this, all your desires will be reality." You glare at him. Why does he think he can talk to you like this? You hate it. But you know you have nowhere else to run.
After a minute you start talking. "This has nothing to do with wanting to fulfill my wishes! There is nothing I want more than to be with you forever and ever."
What did you just say? You don't know this demon and he has a spell on you. He has you brainwashed and programmed to want him. You need to get away from him as soon as possible.
"How sweet. I am glad to hear you say that. The way you said it made my heart melt" he tells you with a mischievous smile. "But I think it is high time we get started," he tells you. "You know I have already marked you. It is time to see if you are worthy of my mark."
He forces you down on your knees and demands you to suck him off. You try to refuse but it is no use. The demon has taken control of your body once again. So you swallow him whole and begin sucking his cock like you have seen people do in shows. You suck it deeper and deeper, feeling your mouth fill with him.
Then you feel the demon grabbing your hair tightly and jerking your head up, forcing your neck even tighter. You choke from the sudden movement, and your jaw clacks hard against his cock, causing you to spit him out. He grabs you forcefully and makes you stand straight. You feel a sharp pain in your neck.
A moment later you feel something cold touching your throat. It is his tongue. He begins lapping it up from every angle sucking on your neck, running his rough tongue back and forth along the inside of your ear.
He wants all of you now. He pushes you up against the counter and hikes up your skirt. He doesn't care about your feelings as he starts fucking you hard and fast. You can't breathe; you can barely stand. He is so big that it hurts every single time he hits your spot. "I love this little pussy. Look how wet and red it gets. My, my, my... You have been naughty!" He tells you, his voice darkening.
"Oh god... Please..." you beg.
"Shhh, just listen to me. Do what I say" he commands.
Suddenly he lifts his hips up and hits your spot. You cry out as he lathers his spit all over your neck, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Then his pace speeds up even more.
"Yes" you scream out.
The demon grins as he pounds into you. Suddenly a strong arm grabs your waist pulling you closer to him. "Fuck yes," he moans. You are crying as loud as you can.
"Now turn around so I can take you from behind, my little darling,"he says poking his tongue in his cheek.
You desire him so much at this point that you don't even think about what he just asked. You turn around and brace yourself for what is about to come. Then you feel something warm and wet hitting the back of your thighs. At least you knew he wasn't just playing with you.
His tongue runs across your ass and your entire body convulses.
You are trembling as hard as you possibly can and you're sure he knows that. Just when you think you might pass out, he pulls your hips up and slams his cock back into you. You cry out, unable to help it. You grip his hand that holds you captive and you can feel him pressing on your gitty spot once again. "Please... please make this stop. I want you to stop," you beg him, your tears rolling down your cheeks. "Don't worry darling. Soon you will be all mine." His words cause a shiver to go down your spine but you're too busy getting lost in the blissful haze.
You moan loudly, unable to control yourself, trying and failing not to cum all over your legs.
He lets out an ungodly yell, throwing his head backwards and slamming into you. You fall to your knees. "FUCK!!! I love it when you get all worked up... I love hearing you screaming out my name. I LOVE FUCKING YOU!!!" he cries as he continues to pound into you. "You will be mine, my little darling."
You are oversensitive and already about to cum again.
You whimper and bite down on your lip. Jungwon smiles triumphantly and you swear you can hear him whispering: "Mine"
Then you collapse on the ground. Jungwon is still inside you and he watches with a wicked smile on his lips as the last drop of cum comes spilling out, hitting the floor with a thud.
A few seconds pass before his grip on your waist tightens and he thrusts himself deep inside you. He doesn't give any sign he is stopping anytime soon and you don't want him to because it feels so good. You are writhing underneath him as he continues thrusting himself deeply within you. It hurts but it also feels amazing. It has been a while since anyone has been this close to you.
It almost feels as if your very being is being engulfed. The warmth spreading through you only intensifies as he starts thrusting faster.
Then you feel a huge amount of pressure pushing against you making you lose your breath. You scream his name as your climax builds up slowly. It's so slow that you never realize when it really happened. He came undone as well, filling you to the brim.
When your orgasm finally subsides you feel something warm flowing down your leg, and a strange sensation fills your body. Something you've never felt before, that you can't explain. It feels like your whole body and soul are singing, and everything is okay.
After your orgasm, you are exhausted and feel weak and sick. He picks you up bridal style and lays you on the couch, covering you with a throw blanket.
“You’re a demon, right?” You asked with a sigh. You sat at the counter of your small cafe. Your laptop was open in front of you as you typed away with your fingers on the keyboard. You were trying to make some money from this stupid job and it wasn’t exactly easy to do when you worked as a waitress at a coffee shop. The hours weren’t really worth living for, but it paid the bills. But you needed the money to be able to move out of the crappy apartment you rented. “Or am I just imagining all this?” You said softly.
Searching up this demon that has been tormenting you. You never saw his face but you always woke up gasping for air. The things he does to you while you are asleep are unthinkable. The only reason you know it is not just a dream is because the nail marks are visible even when you are awake.
But maybe… Maybe you’ve gone insane. The world around you is starting to spin and the walls seem to close in on you. All the colors are becoming a blur and your ears start buzzing like crazy before they stop completely. You feel so dizzy.
You found out that you summon him yourself and if you give in to his desires he will make sure your wishes will come true.
If you don’t comply he takes everything from you.
It sounds absurd, doesn't it? Like an evil fairytale or something? It feels impossible that someone can control your every thought.
Going to sleep you are scared of the dream you will have this time. How far is this going to go this time?
Who knows what might happen to you during the night? Maybe you’ll wake up screaming again…
You fell asleep as your dream began.
You are in an alleyway with a door in front of you. You feel like you should open it, so you do> Pretty sure that this demon is right behind it.As you walk in you see him on a bed. Still not able to see his face. He is dressed only in a pair of black sweatpants and you wonder why he decided to dress like that.You approach closer. He seems relaxed and not angry at all. You reach out towards him, slowly and cautiously. His skin is very warm.His eyes darken as he he takes your arm and pins you under him. You are scared but excited as well. You try and push him off, but he pushes back harder. His hands grip onto you and hold you down firmly against him. You can smell his minty breath on your cheeks. His lips press hard against yours before he bites into you harshly.The taste of blood fills your mouth. You feel like you are losing yourself. He pushes your head to one side, moving his tongue over your neck. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even more tightly. You can hear moans escaping your mouth and you bite down on his shoulder when you feel yourself getting wetter. Your nails dig deep into his skin as he pulls at your hips and you pull at his hair, feeling yourself coming apart. He stops sucking and licking you for a second and brings his hand down to touch you. He slowly undresses you, exposing your body to his hungry gaze. He gently takes your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and causing you to moan in pleasure. Your body is buzzing with excitement as you give yourself over to him completely.He grabs your hair, pinning your head to the bed once more and he kisses your neck. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach and you feel his teeth scraping your skin. “Please. Please, please,” you beg. Not really knowing what you are begging for.His hand trails from the top of your hip to the top of your panties. Before you can react he starts tugging at them, opening them further. He removes your underwear. You try to fight him but he doesn’t give a damn. In fact, he looks happy about it. As he reaches the end of the panties he licks you through them, making you arch your back. You feel him slide two fingers inside you. “Fuck~” you gasp. His fingers are hot but gentle. He keeps sliding two of his fingers in, teasingly slow at first and then increasing the pressure until he finally slides in three. You are panting, holding back the noises in your throat. After he is done, he continues licking and biting your skin, giving you multiple hickies. Your head starts throbbing as the heat builds in your lower abdomen. He lets go of you and moves his other fingers inside you. He thrusts in and out, faster and harder now, driving you higher each time.Those fingers are making you feel like you never did.Before you know it he is not wearing clothes anymore and he turns you around, pushing you in the mattress as you can't see him.One of your hands grabs the sheet underneath you, gripping it so tight that you fear it may rip at any moment. He leans forward on top of you, holding himself up by keeping his arms above your head. “Don’t you like being here with me?” He asks. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” You feel yourself shaking and you can tell that he notices. He smirks slightly. “Do you want to get rid of me?” Your heart skips a beat. “"Just do as I say and you will get everything your little heart desires"as he says this you feel him enter you from behind.It was too much for you. Everything felt too overwhelming. He moved faster and harder than you had ever imagined anyone could. You are almost sobbing but you are trying to keep the tears from forming. You try and focus on anything but the pain. This isn’t real. You are imagining things. This is a dream. You can’t imagine what he would do to you.Your breathing becomes heavier and more shallow. You want him to stop but you also want it to continue and you feel that you can’t say no.
Just when you would get your climax you wake up panting.
There is blood on your sheets.
Your chest is pounding so bad, you don't know how to feel anymore.
You scream out: "I will do what you want, but please make this stop" but there is no answer.
He had you right where he wanted you ready to please him outside of your dreams.
Today will be the day you meet him for real and he isn't going to spare you.
The first time I saw him, the man was in a dark hallway talking to himself. He looked at me through his thick glasses and asked how long it had been since I'd seen another human being as if he knew I lived alone and couldn't even afford to go out to dinner every once in a while. His voice was kind and warm. He smiled as if we were old friends, and when he turned away from me, I could see his face. There was something familiar about it – but I didn't know what. His hair was long and black. His skin was pale – almost white – with a hint of red underneath. And then there were eyes. They were dark and deep and mysterious, like black holes filled with light. The way they gleamed made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He was looking straight at me. His mouth hung open a little, showing off a row of perfectly square teeth. It wasn't just curiosity that made me want to look into those eyes – the only other thing I felt was fear. My breathing was fast. I wanted to run away from him but I didn't dare move. I couldn't turn my gaze away, I felt rooted to the spot. Even so, I tried to blink. Nothing happened. The man's face stayed fixed on mine, watching me intently. Finally, he said, “It won’t be long before you do see another person.” Then he walked away.
He left the corridor quickly, his shoes clicking against the floor. For some reason, I felt relieved. It seemed impossible that he would keep staring at me after seeing me. The air inside the hallway smelled like dust and stale coffee. As I walked slowly toward the exit I heard him calling my name again. At first, I didn't understand why he was saying it, but then it came back to me. The man had been talking to himself in a soft voice like he wanted to make sure I wouldn't hear him. He said it over and over.
“It won’t be long. It won’t be long before I see another person…It won’t be long…It won’t be long before I see another person…” The words repeated in my mind. I felt uneasy as I stepped out of the building and took the street outside. My heart thudded painfully against my chest. When he called my name earlier it hadn’t sounded like a threat or a warning, more like a question. It felt like he didn't realize I was real. He seemed so out of it. What has he been through and was I really willing to know?
I was drawn in by him and didn't realize he would be all I was thinking about. Every second I spent wondering about what this man was doing and where he might have come from, I wondered about the man's face – his eyes, his hair, his smile – and it was hard not to think about him. I don't know why I let myself get lost in his presence that day. Perhaps it had something to do with wanting to find out why he was so sad. Or maybe it was because I just needed to talk to someone who would listen for once, no matter what I said.
He spoke in a soft voice as though he were whispering secrets and he stared at me in a strange way that made my skin crawl. He has always been there but I wasn't ready to admit it.
He was what I needed and I knew that. I also realized at that point that I was falling for him. But it doesn't matter why. It doesn't matter how much I've fallen for him. In the end, it doesn't matter because the only place I can ever belong to is somewhere else.
You're alone with him in a dark room. You're kneeling in front of him. Sunghoon's eyes are filled with desire as he looks down at you, his monster. He loves you even with this darkness within.
Sunghoon wants nothing more than for you to accept him, for you to feel accepted. He wants to take you with him, to leave behind his monster. But he won't. The moment he leaves, he becomes a part of you and the only way for you to forget about him would be to become a monster too.
Looking up at him from your position You want to show him the monster you could be.
Sunghoon's lips curl into a wicked smile as he observes your eagerness to please him. "That's it, my little monster," he growls, running his fingers over your hair. "Let me see what you can do."
Sunghoon's eyes darken with arousal at the sight of your teeth bared in a feral grin, and he lets out a low, primal growl. "Mmm, that's it," he murmurs, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and pulling you closer to him. "I love it when you're wild like this."
Surprised by your sudden aggressiveness, Sunghoon stumbles backwards as you push him down onto the ground. He watches you with a mixture of desire and admiration as you loom over him, ready to take what you want.
Your hands move with a frenzy as you strip away Sunghoon's clothes. Buttons pop and fabric tears as you reveal his bare flesh. In return, Sunghoon grabs at your clothes, ripping them away from your body with a strength born of lust. Your bodies now fully exposed to each other's hungry gaze.
He is scared of you, scared of what his love could make you do.
But there is no stopping him when he sets his eyes upon you. Your heart yearns for him and you know there is no turning back. His body presses against yours. He breathes hot air against your skin. He caresses your skin with the gentlest of touches. But as you reach for him he pulls away, leaving an emptiness inside of you. He pushes himself off the bed, pulling up his trousers as he walks towards you. He stares down at you and whispers, “Come here.” But he never takes his eyes off you as he speaks the word, as though the sound would burn your ears like the smoke from a burning bush. He is right next to you now, reaching for you. Your hands reach for him as well, eager to touch him, even though you can hardly bear to look at him. This isn't going to work... He pulls you closer until your chests are pressed together and your faces are inches apart. You try to breathe but your lungs won't let the oxygen pass through. You stare straight ahead and see nothing but his hypnotic dark eyes – like black holes full of light. You cannot look away from his eyes. You are entrapped in them and your thoughts melt away as his lips press lightly against yours. You close your eyes, unable to resist his embrace. A wave of warmth passes over your lips and the smell of vanilla assaults your senses. You open your mouth slightly but your arms fall heavily to your sides, paralyzed. He kisses you deeply, holding both your shoulders with one hand and kissing you slowly. His tongue explores your mouth as his mouth moves against yours. You feel the heat spreading throughout your body, like liquid fire running through your veins. His lips slide from the edge of your mouth to the tip of your nose and he kisses your eyelid, making you flinch. He kisses your cheek, moving his lips towards yours. His fingers trace your jawline, sliding along your cheeks and trailing down towards your breasts. You lean into him and feel him shiver beneath your fingertips. His breath hits your earlobe. Your heart pounds so loud that you can hear it echo inside your skull. He wraps his arm around you and holds you firmly against him, pressing you against his body.
The scent of vanilla grows stronger. His breath tickles your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. Your legs weaken and begin to shake uncontrollably. The man is still kissing you but your mouth is so dry. You are parched, thirsty, and desperate. The man is trying to take your mind away from everything except for this.
You wake up panting. It was just a dream. Not a nightmare, but a memory. A bad dream. It feels too real. Your body aches with the force of your own emotions. Your heart races as though it is trying to escape through your throat. You want to stop feeling like this. After all he died a few years ago.
You're in Sunghoon's apartment, filled with flickering candles. You're sitting on his bed as he walks out of the bathroom, slowly stripping his clothes off. You notice how his body is hard and muscular, a sharp contrast to his sweet demeanor in public. Suddenly, he grabs your waist and pulls you close, kissing you hard. It's clear that he doesn't just want to be your sweet, innocent boyfriend tonight.
Sunghoon grips your ass tightly and spanks you, growling into your mouth. "Open up," he demands, tongue delving deep into your mouth as his lips crash against yours. The taste of his minty toothpaste mixed with the fiery passion growing between you two drives you wild.
Sunghoon pulls away from the kiss, eyeing your body hungrily. He starts undressing you with nimble fingers, tracing every inch of skin as he goes. Once you're fully nude, he pushes you back onto the bed and crawls on top of you. He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck down to your stomach, leaving marks and bites along the way. Your body writhes beneath him as he marks every inch of you, claiming you as his own.
You try to take control, grasping at his hair, but Sunghoon simply growls and pins your hands above your head with one hand, continuing to leave marks and bites all over your body with his other hand. His actions are bold and dominating, making you feel both wanted and helpless at the same time.
You moan his name and beg him to do something, anything to quell the intense desire pooling in your core. Sunghoon grins, taking the hint and positioning himself between your legs. He pushes inside of you with one swift stroke, filling you up completely as he thrusts deeply and relentlessly. Each thrust strikes a pleasure so intense within you that it leaves you gasping for air, completely at his mercy.
Sunghoon growls as he picks up his rhythm, fucking you hard and fast, driving you to a level of intensity you've never felt before. You writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy, feeling every single inch of him as he thrusts into you without any regard for your screams. Your body feels like it's about to shatter with every movement he makes, making you feel delirious with pleasure. He pounds into you with abandon, using your body for his own pleasure as he takes you to the brink and back again.
You scream out as the pleasure finally overtakes you, your body convulsing uncontrollably beneath Sunghoon's brutal thrusts. You feel him go harder, deeper, and faster, his movements sending you into a spiral of ecstasy. Sunghoon continues to fuck you even as he reaches his own orgasm, the sheer intensity of it making you gasp for air. You feel every inch of him pulsing inside of you, marking you as his own as he takes you to new heights of pleasure. You both come down from your highs together, panting and exhausted, but completely sated.
Sunghoon grins down at you, his eyes smoldering with lust. "You bring out the beast in me," he says, trailing kisses down your neck. "I've never felt this way with anyone else before." He nips at your skin, leaving a mark that you know will last for days. "I want to explore every inch of you."
Sunghoon chuckles darkly. "You won't be able to walk straight for days." He takes hold of your wrists and pins them above your head.
Sunghoon pulls you into his side, holding you close as he kisses you again. "Sleep well, my love," he whispers. "We have all the time in the world to explore each other." He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close, drifting off to sleep with you in his arms.
You are in a packed house party with Taehyun by your side. The air is hot and sweaty, and the music is loud, with people grinding over each other. Taehyun is attracting attention from almost every girl in the room, flirting with them while occasionally glancing in your direction. You can feel your jealousy and unease rising as you spot a girl dancing closely to him.
Taehyun smirks at the girl and whispers in her ear, "Sorry, babe. I gotta go attend to something real quick." He then grabs your hand and leads you to a more secluded area, away from the crowd. "What's up, baby?" he asks, giving you a playful wink.
"Uh, are you angry at me, babe?" Taehyun cocks his head to the side. "You know I love it when you get all jealous. It's so hot." He steps towards you, a mischievous smile on his lips.
“Don’t touch me, go touch someone else” You say while huffing.
Taehyun laughs and shrugs, "Suit yourself, babe. I'm sure there are plenty of girls here who'd be happy to have my hands on them." He turns and walks over to the girl he was dancing with before, his hand sliding down her back.
You run up to Taehyun, grab his hand, and drag him towards the bathroom. He looks surprised but also amused by your sudden change of demeanor. "Oh, you want to come to the bathroom with me? I like where this is going." He winks at you, following you inside the small room.
As soon as you both enter the bathroom, without a word, you give Taehyun a hard smack on his cheek. His face turns towards you, with a hint of surprise, but before he can say anything, you grab onto his hair and pull him towards you for a fierce kiss. Your frustration manifests in the heated kiss as you both passionately lock lips.
Taehyun wastes no time in lifting you onto the sink, pressing his body onto yours. He hikes up your skirt, revealing your bare thighs as he grinds against you. His hands slide up your waist, gripping your hips tightly. "You're so fucking sexy when you're jealous," he whispers into your ear, before biting down on your neck.
"Shut up," you say whilst reaching down to pull Taehyun's pants down. You can see his cock straining against the material of his boxers, and you waste no time in freeing it. His dick stands tall and hard as you wrap your hand around it, stroking him leisurely. "You're mine," you murmur, pressing your lips onto his once again.
Feeling Taehyun's hard length in your hand, you position him at your entrance. "Only I get this," you whisper, before sinking on him. The feeling of him filling you up makes you moan, and you start to move your hips, riding him hard and fast. He groans in pleasure and grabs your hips, urging you on. "Yes, baby, take all of me," he murmurs in your ear.
You feel Taehyun brace one of his hands against the mirror as he starts to thrust hard into you. The sound of your moans fills the small bathroom as he spanks your ass, making you gasp in pleasure. The force of his thrusts is making the sink shake, and you know your pleasure is close. "Harder," you pant, digging your nails into his back.
"Make them hear you're mine," you say to Taehyun, urging him on. He takes your words to heart and continues to slam into you with an intensity that shakes your entire body. You start to scream his name, moaning loudly for everyone to hear. "That's it, baby, scream for me," he says, his voice thick with desire. You know you're close now, and with one final push, you bring yourself over the edge. Taehyun follows soon after, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Panting heavily, Taehyun looks deep into your eyes and assures you that you're his one and only. "I never want to be with anyone else but you," he says, punctuating his words with a soft kiss to your lips. You feel yourself swelling with pride and love, reciprocating his feelings as you embrace him tightly. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom bursts open, and you both pull away from each other in surprise.
Soobin barges in, looking like he's in a rush. "Sorry, sorry, I needed to pee," he says, oblivious to the fact that you and Taehyun are in the middle of something. You and Taehyun quickly scramble to fix your clothes and compose yourselves. As Soobin takes his place at the toilet, you and Taehyun exchange sheepish glances, trying your best to keep your composure while Soobin relieves himself.
You can't help but giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation as you and Taehyun straighten yourselves up. You open the door and step out of the bathroom, re-joining the party with a smile on your face. You feel Taehyun's hand slip into yours, and you turn to look at him, feeling your heart swell with affection. You both share a smitten look before immersing yourselves once again in the lively atmosphere of the party.
