Before she even said her name, I knew it was her. Before Felix even announced his wife, I saw her and knew it was the girl I've constantly seen in my dreams for the past decade.
It's her hair. Her deep red hair doesn't look real, but if you have known her as long as I have you would know that hair is real as can be. Shiny and deep in color. Always making people turn their heads to look at it.
The way she walks. Gliding across the stage with her heels clicking against the old wood. Clenching onto the side of her dress to make sure the wind doesn't blow it up, or maybe even to control her anxiety. She never liked big crowds.
The way she speaks. She didn't say much. Just a short welcome, and then she was done. But that shy little hello, brought me back to all the days we used to spend together. The days we would play tag in the streets, play video games for as long as the store owner allowed us, and then go running to the playground after hours.
Our families never cared. My family was barely even a part of my existence, and her family just cared if she looked good. They cared if an eight-year-old looked good.
She always looked good to me. Even at seven or eight years old, I knew what it felt like to love someone. I know, I was young and stupid back then, but it was real. A real crush that made me want to be with her every second of every day. To just be in her presence and see her smile light up because of me. Then she left... and I felt my heart break for the first time.
People call me cold-hearted now. I don't blame her. I only blame myself. For letting myself get this way. For letting my jealousy spike when she said, "Thank you all for welcoming me and my... husband, into your town."
Husband. She has a fucking husband. It wasn't just innocent jealousy, either. I fucking hate her husband. I hate him for being with the person I've been longing for the past decade. I hate him because it's clear that's she stuck in the marriage with him. I know M'a smile. It doesn't look like that.
Before you ask yourself: Does this kid have issues? I probably do, but it's not like I haven't seen her at all since she left this once peaceful town. I've seen her on social media. Her name was never lost in my head, so finding her was easy. But by the time I gained the balls to message her, all her accounts became inactive. Some digging later, I found out she got married.
A year ago, it was. When I found out. A year ago is when I felt my heart break for the second time. And with this heartbreak, I became even more of a bastard than before.
I feel bad for Juliet, she was the victim for me to let my anger out on. I never hit her, but I made her think I had feelings for her when in reality, I just wanted to fuck my feelings out into her.
It's whatever now. I had a feeling she was only having sex with me for money, especially since the only times we ever really talked was when she asked about my financials, so I guess she got her own come-up-ins.
It took until the girl of my dreams was off the stage for me to realize I was staring at her the entire time. And because I'm a crazy mother fucker without brain cells, instead of using this chance to go and talk to her, I walk away. I completely ditch Jimin and walk the fuck away.
I can't talk to her, I tell myself. She's married. Maybe not happy but married still. What would I even say?
Oh, hey, M! Remember me? Your friend from when we were kids? Yeah, well, I've been in love with you since I was eight, and I haven't gotten over you since. Wanna divorce your husband, and be with me?
I slam the front door of my game store shut and yell, "Fuck!"
A bunch of kids turn their heads away from the games they were playing to look at me funny, but I ignored them all. I walk straight past them all and into my office. I shut and lock the door behind me, then slide against the door until my ass hits the ground. I fold into myself and do what I haven't allowed myself to do in a long time... I cry.
I cry because I'm not only an idiot, but because it took until I saw M with her husband for me to realize; I will never be with her. Not only will she probably not remember me in the first place, but any connection we used to have back then is probably gone to her.
M has a whole life now. She owns a fucking sex and strip club, for fucks sake! She doesn't want me. Not when she can have any pick of the litter and is married!
I sit here, in this fetal position, for the rest of the day. I hear the store doors open and close multiple times. It isn't until the last person leaves that I stand up. I look through the office window and see that no one is in the store. Peeking at the clock on the wall, I see it's three in the morning.
Well, since I'm just full of stupid thoughts and ideas today, and because no one's in the store, I go into my desk drawer and grab the handle of whiskey I have stashed there. I ignore the glass next to it and decide I'll just drink straight from the bottle.
I set it down on my desk, slump in my chair as I sit in it, and wipe my face of dry tears. Might as well make this my life forever. Forever longing for a girl I can't have, nonetheless see, and drink myself to death.
It's then, right before my lips touch the bottle, that I hear the dance dance revolution game startup. I've heard it start up a million times, and when I first opened this store, I used to run from wherever I was to look and see who was playing it. Hoping one day, I would see M there on her old favorite game.
I know she wouldn't come here. She's probably at the opening of her new business right now... with her husband. This thought alone makes the bottle of alcohol in my hand look even better than before, but it's when I hear the song Dancing Queen start-up that I stop myself again.
I honestly thought it was just malfunctioning. It is an old game, after all, but one game I would never get rid of. It's the heart of this place. The only game in this whole place that reminds me of M the most, and I'll never get rid of it for that knowledge alone. Whether she'll play it again or not.
Because I don't remember hearing anyone come in, I stand from my seat and walk out of the office. I know my store is open 24/7, but it's very rare to find any kids coming in this late. My curiosity is peaked enough for me to exit my office and see who came in. I know it's not-
I step out of the office and freeze. For the second time today, my eyes widen, and my body is stuck at the moment. No more than a few feet away from me, using the dance dance revolution game, is the girl that owns my heart.
M is dancing on the machine like she's free as a bird. Smiling endlessly, and arms waving with the music. Her feet are hitting the arrows on the floor, and each time the singer sings, "Digging the dancing queen," she spins around in all her goddess-like glory. She's dancing her heart out and swaying her hips so perfectly that I have to swallow because if I don't, my mouth may just overflow with drool.
She's... she's just so beautiful. Like not a day has gone by since I've seen her last.
I feel for a second like my heart has given out. Like the shock of being this close to M made me have a heart attack, but it was actually my heart starting up again. Finally, being in the presence of her has let my heart beat again.
The finale lyrics of the song plays, and M finishes the song with one last spin. She's sweating and has to hold onto the handlebar to steady herself. The game took up a lot of her energy. It's then that I realize I've been standing here at the side, watching her the entire time. Like seeing her again so close, and watching her play her favorite game, has put me in a trance.
M watches the game screen. It's adding up her score, and it must have been good because she looks satisfied. Then, the high scores show, and she reads the screen. The look of shock that appears on her face could only mean one thing; that she knows a name on that leaderboard.
"Jungkook," M whispers, but because the store is so quiet, I hear her. The sound of my name rolling off her lips is making my skin crawl. It sounds so beautiful that I want her to repeat my name over and over again just for me to hear.
Before I know it, I'm responding with, "M." And she turns to the sound of her shortened name. Our eyes meet, and I swear to god, fireworks go off in my head. Almost like soul mates have been reunited, so the room's aura is just light and full of love. At least, that's how it is for me.
"Oh my god! Jungkook!" M screams and then runs into my arms. Her head slams into my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist, and it knocks the air right out of my lungs. Like she just restarted my lungs to work again, and I was finally able to exhale all my built-up pain. "Oh my - Jungkook, I've missed you so much."
Hesitantly, I allow myself to hold her. To hold her in my arms again, and I feel like not a day has passed. This reminds me of my younger self when I used to blush and stutter out useless words when she hugged me. Not realizing what the extra beats of my heart that only happened around her meant until she was already gone.
I hear her sniffle against my chest, and I realize then that I'm tearing up too. Me holding her small but beautiful body in my arms is literally my dream come true.
I repeat her name because I feel if I say anything else, I'll stutter like an idiot or say something stupid and ruin the moment. She pulls herself away from me, and I'll be honest, I feel completely empty now. M only backed up to give me some space, but I felt like she belonged in my arms, and now my heart feels a little less full without her in them.
"I-I can't believe your here. Jeon games... is this your store?!" M questions. The smile on her face is so bright and lively, it's the smile I know for a fact is real.
Only proving to me further that her smile from earlier is, in fact, fake. I feel annoyance and anger build in me, but as I stare at M's smile, it just shows that she's not, in fact, fake to me. That her real smiles are reserved for me. She's just so... "Beautiful."
I didn't realize until I saw her happy face turn confused that I said my thoughts out loud. I cough into my fist, then try to recover by stuttering out my answer to her question. "Y-yeah- Yes! M. This is my game store. Bought it a few years ago once this building opened up."
"I always had a feelings you would open a store like this. It was always your dream, anyway." Holy shit, she remembered! "You bought the store from old man Jackson, right? He's the one that used to tell us how terrible-"
"Life is when you get older," We both end up saying together at the end. We both exchange smiles with each other, and I feel so blessed to know that nothing has changed between us. M is still wild and wishing for an amazing life, and I'm still pining for her and wanting a life where I can take care of her while playing video games. "Yeah, he sold it for cheap too. This is now one of the top business in the town."
"Really? Your bragging now Mr. Hot shot? Well, look out. My place may just beat those statistics." She meant everything she said as a joke, but her saying ours was not a joke. Our, meaning her and her husband's business. Not to mention it's a fucking sex and strip club, but she also owns it with her stupid husband!
"Yeah, I bet. You and your husbands, right?" I feel bad now for saying these words because of the lack of a happy smile that's now on M'a face. It cuts into me like a knife into a piece of meat. Even though it would make me even more jealous, I wished I was wrong. I wished that she was happy and living a life full of love with her husband, but instead, I was right.
"Y-yeah - um - we do. It's kinda his business platform though. The sex and... strip club. I'm just on the papers as the half owner."
Well, that doesn't sound sketchy at all. What the fuck? His business platform. Is she telling me this isn't his first club? That this is his actual business as a whole! I don't know how I feel about that.
"How many places does he own?" M glances down at her sneakers, feeling awkward about answering the question. "Sorry. I know we haven't seen each other in years, and I'm asking you all types of-"
"It's fine," M interrupts. "It's just hard to act happy about your husband owning ten plus sex and strip clubs across the state." Two things stood out from those two sentences. One is the word act, and the second is ten plus clubs.
What has happened to you, M? What are you going through?
M then glances around the store, trying to figure out something else to talk about because this isn't a conversation she expected or wanted to have. She must have thought of something because once she looks at the dance dance revolution game, her eyes lit up.
"Hey! Wanna play?" M asks like a challenge, and her stance shows she's determined to be its victor.
I chuckle and scrap my shoes on the carpet. Getting myself ready for what I'm about to commit to. "I'm not sure if you can handle a dance dance revolution battle against me. I was watching you play, and it seems your a little rusty."
M gasps, faking she's insulted. "Excuse me! In case you forgot, this game right here." She points to the machine. "Is my game, and don't you forget it!"
Trust me, M, I haven't.
We both jump on the opposite sides of the arrowed floors. M leans closer to the screen to start it up, but then she realizes she hasn't put any money into the machine. She starts to dig into her pockets, but I stop her when I swipe my card. The card that lets me play free games because, well, I'm the owner.
"Alright, alright. I see you got some special card, Mr. Owner. Looks like I'll have to play with you every time I come in here then."
Please fucking do! And come in often while you're at it.
M scrolls through the list of songs, and I watch her in admiration as she's concentrating on picking the perfect song. Her eyes light up when she lands on a song, and the smirk that spreads on her face could only mean that the song is absolutely perfect for us to play with. She looks at me, and because I don't want to get caught staring at her, my eyes leave her form to see what she picked.
"Oh shit, this song? Damn, that takes me back."
Shake it Off by Mariah Carey used to be M'a number one song to play on here. When she played this song, I would fake exhaustion and stand to the side. When in reality, I just loved watching her dance to this song. Me to embarrassed to admit at the time that having her shake her hips the way she used to make some feelings stir in me that average eight-year-olds probably shouldn't have.
"Mhmm. It's a classic, and it's the one song you would always chicken out with. Well, no chickening out this time."
Yeah, chickening out. Let's go with that.
"Whatever you say, baby." I say it as a tease, but I don't miss M's cheeks heating up by the romantic nickname. We're both grown now, and I've been with enough girls to know that the pet name 'baby' hits a certain way if said by someone that they think is attractive... and M must find me be finding me very attractive.
She's not even looking at me directly anymore. Focusing on starting up the game and coughing into her arm when she notices I'm staring at her.
When the game finally starts up, we're both going hard. Neither of us missed a beat and concentrated on beating the other person after the game started. Since I'm a competitive fuck, I go for some mind games. "So, where have you been all these years? Cruising around in your family's yacht?"
I know what I said sounds like a bitch move, but M knows what I'm trying to do. She laughs high and sarcastic, then says, "Oh please, Jungkook." Fuck, please keep saying my name. "The only yacht I'm going to be on is the one I'm going to buy to celebrate beating you in this game."
"Ha! In your dreams... baby," I direct the pet name into her ear and deepen my voice for extra measure. I laugh, not at all sarcastic when M's face turns a deeper shade of pink, and she grunts out an 'Err!' Her now definitely knowing what I'm doing and why.
The game continues, us getting close to the end, and I'm winning by almost 200 points. M realizes this, and I watch her face twist into thinking mode. Trying to think of what to do or say to distract me. Jokes on her, I've played this game - and many others - a thousand times! There's no way a girl like her, someone who probably hasn't played a video game in years, is going to beat me.
I then focus back on the game, trying to go all out in the finale thirty seconds of the song. But because I'm such a fucking dumb-ass whipped mother fucker, M simply touching my hand to get my attention has me tripping over the moves. With a flutter of her flirty lashes, M says to me, "Come on, Kookie. Won't you let a girl win?"
My brain legit short circuits. I don't even remember pressing any of the arrows after she said those words.
Kookie. She called me fucking Kookie. A nickname she used to use on me anytime she really wanted something. Just like now, it works... but it's also not just that. She used a tone of voice I'd never heard before on her. A tone of voice that's not only allowing her to win but making my dick become half erect in my jeans.
I don't think the wires in my brain reconnect again until the game comes to an end and M is jumping up and down in victory. Her flirty voice and words worked on me easily and allowed her to win.
Then, she does something I didn't at all suspect. She hugs me, once again knocking the air out of my lungs, and continues to cheer in glory, "I won! I won! I won!"
It actually brings a smile to my face to see her this happy. I'm not even pissed that I lost, and I always get pissed when I lose. But looking at M now, a wide smile on her face, and bouncing around like a bunny rabbit, has me not giving a shit about the game.
I have her back, literally in my arms, so that I can give a shit a less about the rest of the world. Fuck this town, fuck her husband, and fuck everyone and anything else outside this embrace.
I have M back, and I couldn't have wished for anything better.
"Fuck it!" I admit, "Yeah, I love you, M! I have since we were kids. Let me love you better then him. Let me treat you better then that fucker ever has and ever fucking will!"
The shock on M's face says it all. She wasn't expecting me to admit I love her or that I love her in the first place. Hell, I wasn't expecting to admit it either. It just... came out!
"I-I..." Is all M can say, and it gets me a little worried that this is her reaction, but I already said it, so I might as well go all out, right?
"I know it's strange, and weird since we haven't seen each other since we were kids, but I really do. I've always wondered what you were doing, and if you were safe. Then I found out you had a husband." Just thinking about Felix has me clenching my fists in anger at my sides. "I can treat you better, M. Anyone can, but out of all the guys in the world, I want to be that guy for you. Please, let me be that guy for you."
I watch the first tear shed from her eyes, and M shakes her head. "But I'm broken..."
"Your not broken," I say, almost in a defeated voice. "Your lost. Let me help you."
But M just keeps shaking her head. "Y-you can't! I'm stuck in this situation. D-don't you... can you let me explain?"
After a hesitant moment, I nob my head. Truthfully, I'm not sure I want to hear M's explanation for her marriage. Just the mention of the fuck face's name makes me want to go to the club next door and kill him. At first, I knew I was just jealous of the guy for being with the woman I love, but now I have a whole new reason to hate him. And M is about to explain ALL the reasons why, plus more.
We both sit on my couch, and I don't miss the way M shifts uncomfortably on it. Not because of the couches material, but because of the conversation we're about to have.
M turns to face me, and says, "I don't love, Felix." I fricken knew it! "I didn't love him, and I never did."
I have to stop myself from smiling because this is in no way a smiling matter, but I'm so happy to hear she doesn't love him, and that my intuition from the very beginning was right. But now I have to ask, "Then why are you married? Isn't that, you know, the point?"
M blinks a few times, trying to gather her words before saying them. "It's kinda hard to explain, but I guess the easiest way to explain our marriage is that it's... arranged?"
"Arranged?"
"Yeah, well... more like if I didn't marry him, not only would I suffer, but my brother too."
"What the fuck?"
"Yeah." M rolls her eyes, but more defeated than with attitude. "I'm the youngest, so it would make more sense for Jimin to be put in-"
"Wait, wait, wait!" I throw up my hands and shake my head. Needing to backtrack for a second. "Jimin's you brother?" M nods her head. "Huh. What do you know."
I watch M smile a little, but it doesn't at all reach her ears. "Maybe if you left your game store once in a while, you would have heard the news."
We both smile, and I chuckle at M's attempt to lighten the mood, but it goes south once again when M continues to explain her situation. "I want to be truthfully about everything with you Jungkook, but under no circumstance can Jimin know any of this. He'll just find a way to either make it worse for him, or blame himself."
Although I don't 100% know what M means, I know she's going to probably explain it more as she talks, so I nod my head in understanding.
M takes a big breath in, then continues, "My parents always planned to set one of us up with a big business owner. They originally planned to marry Jimin off, but then they met..." M swallows thickly. "Felix... and set us up without my knowledge. Truthfully, I hated the guy when I first met him. He would always look at me with these... with these eyes that just screamed predator, but my parents only ever paid attention to the money in his wallet. Felix considered me perfect, and my opinion was irrelevant. I-... we got married a month later."
I could name all the reasons why her situation pissed me of - no, more like made me enraged me - but it's way easier to just say every single word M just said made me want to become a fucking mass murderer! To the point, I openly admit, "I want to fucking kill him."
M shuts her eyes. "Jungkook, you can't-"
"No!" I stand up. "No fucking way, M. You married that douche bag. You married him, knowing he was, in fact, a fucking douche bag, and you expect me to just - what? Be okay with it?"
M stands up and holds her hands out. Her clearly seeing and hearing my anger. "I'm not expecting you too, but I'm also not done."
"You got be fucking - there's more?!"
M's lip starts to wobble, indicating she's about to cry, and it breaks my heart to watch her head nod. Meaning, that what she just said isn't even the worst of it.
"H-he..." M tries to control herself from crying, but she looks down at the ground and fails miserably. "Felix has beaten me a-and... other things, so bad for just not following his orders. We had to leave so many towns because of him. He's threatened my life, my families lives... I can never leave him. I can never leave him b-because if I do he will... he might..."
M covers her mouth, not wanting to admit her worst predictions. It gets to the point where I'm coaxing her to the couch, and having to swaddle her in my arms to try and calm her down.
My instincts are telling me to go find Felix, but I also have the love of my life sobbing in my arms. I had a similar dilemma like this last time I was with M. A dilemma where I was battling between caring for M and going to find Felix and kill him. Seeing M now, after admitting everything that's happened to her, I know now she's telling me everything not because she wants me to do something about it. She's not trusting me with this information because she wants me to help her, but instead, she wants me to be there for her.
I hold her close, put my anger aside for the time being, and let her cry on my shoulder. I'm not Felix. I'm not a violent person, and I want to be the one person in this world M can count on no matter what.
It takes a while for M to calm down, but I sit and hold her the entire time. I whisper things to her like "I'm here for you" and "I believe you" to help the calming process. When she eventually does stop crying, I don't let her go. Even when she lifts her head from my shoulder, I keep her tightly wrapped in my arms with her legs clutched to her chest.
M looks at me with red eyes, and I help her clear the tears away with my shirt sleeve. I press my forehead to hers, and we just stay like that for a moment. We sit in silence and just be with each other. There are not many times I'm okay with just being silent with someone. I have constant sound all around me when I'm at my game store, but with M any moment with her, even silent ones like these, are a blessing, and we can both agree it's worth it.
After a few more minutes of us just staring into each other's eyes and holding each other, M eventually breaks the silence with a voice that makes me want to cry too, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, M. You don't deserve anything you've been through with... him."
"I know, but there's still nothing I can do."
I want to tell her that's not true. That I can think about a million ways to take her out of this mess, and I'll support her every step of the way, but at the same time, that's not what she wants to hear. I'm not her, and I could never understand what she's going through, but after hearing everything I can clearly tell she has thought and processed every which way of escaping her husband. Ways that all lead to her and the people she cares about being affected.
This beautiful, sweet, dance dance revolution-loving, caring, passionate girl in my arms is stuck in a relationship that she doesn't want to fight out of because of the consequences. The consequences of failing to leave, and having her life further destroyed in the process.
I squeeze M closer to me when I realize this. Putting my face in her hair, and breathing in her recently washed hair. Smelling the lavender scents and realizing something else... this is the last time I'm ever going to be with her.
She hasn't explained it yet, but something happened to make her come here. I don't want to ask because I don't want to be told the truth. By what her thighs looked like the last time I saw her, I have a feeling she came here because of something specific. Something specific about me.
I've been too caught up in having M back in my life, that I've been selfish. I've been selfish because instead of just trying to keep her around, I've been pushing for my fantasies. My fantasies of M leaving her husband and ending up with me, when I should have just been okay with her being in my life again.
Sadly, M explains my worst nightmares and wildest dreams at the same time, "I wish I could be with you, Jungkook. I wish I had the ability to divorce my husband and... t-tell you I love you back."
I pull my face away from her hair, and I feel tears start to form in my eyes, so I look away from her. Rubbing my tears out of my eyes before me crying makes this situation even more depressing.
"We can't be together, but... we have tonight."
My eyes widen, forgetting the emotional moment I was about to have, and face M again. Did she just suggest, what I think she's suggesting? There's no way. I just told myself not to be selfish with her anymore. She couldn't mean-
M maneuvers herself to be straddling my thighs. She holds the back of my head as she kisses me deeply and it's full of fire. I'm frozen for a moment because my brain can't comprehend that M, the person I've been in love with since I was eight, wants to have sex with me.
Even in my frozen state, I feel every nerve ending go super sensitive. The first nerve ending that's charged all the way up, is my dick when M grinds her ass against it.
Holy shit, she really means it.
My hands start to shake because I don't know what to think. Should I do this? I've always wanted to, but would it be considered taking advantage of her? Luckily M puts me out of my misery and pulls our lips apart, sensing my nervousness.
"Make me forget about everyone else but you, Kookie."
And that was enough to wake me up from my frozen state.
I pull M in by placing my hands on the small of her back. I kiss M passionately, and I'm rewarded with one of M's goddess-like moans. Who am I kidding? I could never deny M anything. Even if it hurts afterward, knowing this could be the only time will ever be intimate in this way, M is asking me this. She's asking to be with me, even if it's just once because she has feelings for me. She wants to be selfish with me just as much as I've been selfish with her.
We're kissing wildly. Her hands are gripping at my hair, while my hands go under her dress and squeeze her ass. Our tongues swirl together, while M moans, and I grunt out how good it feels to be this way with each other. How good it feels to not care about anyone else, but each other for a change.
It's when M starts grinding her core against my dick again, that I speed things up. I pick M up by firmly grabbing onto her ass, and she detaches our lips when she gasps. Unlike before, M isn't trying to grab on me for her dear life, but instead touching our foreheads together and looking into my eyes. Automatically wrapping her arms around my neck, and her ankles locking together behind my back.
There's so much going on in that head of hers, but one things for sure, there's love in those eyes. Not just lust or her want to fuck me but actual unvocalized love.
It's then I realize... this is going to be my first time ever having sex with someone I love. I've never opened my heart up to anyone, but M before. Sure I had girlfriends or flings in the past, but I never thought or told them I loved them. That's why those relationships never lasted.
And onto my next realization...
I kick my bedroom door open and don't stop to contemplate how M is the first person to ever enter this room besides myself. I lay her down in the middle of my black comforter and pull myself away from her. I look down at M on my king-sized bed and think, I've never seen anything more gorgeous.
"Fuck, M... your so beautiful."
M blushes and smiles fully for the first time since she entered my apartment, and I pray that's not the last time I'll ever see that smile again. This is quite literally a dream come true to me - maybe more of a wet dream, but a dream nonetheless. Having M as completely mine in every way tonight, I'm going to make sure she understands just how much I love her and make this the best experience of both our lives.
I start off by taking off my shirt. Just like when I opened my door in a rush before, M's eyes widen and she unknowingly bites the corner of her mouth. And just like before, I feel myself swell with pride that she likes what she sees.
I get onto the bed and slowly crawl up M's form. I kiss each spot of naked skin as I do, and love the bliss-filled sighs she makes each time my lips touch her skin. When I get back to her lips, I'm more gentle than before. Me wanting to take my time, and show M that I love her with every ounce of my being.
I gently bite M's lip, and she whimpers in return. I smirk against her lips, and M wraps her arms around my neck. Her wanting to feel more of me, and me willing to give it all. I lay my body flat against her's and raise her dress to her thighs, so she can feel my want for her. M gasps, and I have to pull our lips apart to moan against her neck when my thin pants-covered boner and her pantie-covered core rub against each other. When I feel M's arms tighten around my neck, I know she wants more. I grind against her again, and this time I'm blessed enough to hear an open mouth moan from her. A new sound I want to hear on repeat.
I hike up M's dress more to grab onto her thigh and start grinding against her a little rougher. M scratches at my back, and it's a breathtaking sight to watch as she becomes overcome in pleasure.
I then pull one of M's dress straps down. M's blush gets significantly more red in embarrassment when her one breast is fully revealed to me, but her face soon turns back to pleasure-filled when I latch my lips onto her nipple. I swirl my tongue around the bud, and I find myself rubbing against her even harder because of it.
For a second I forget where I am, and forget my goals for the night. I rip the other strap of her dress off until her other breast is revealed to me. I twist and flick at her one nipple, while I have her other nipple still getting sucked by my mouth. I switch back and forth with this process between each breath, loving the feeling of her pointed buds in my mouth and her in my hands. All the while my very hard dick is humping against her pantie-covered core.
I'm literally in fucking heaven, but I remember my goals of M's priority pleasure when I hear her say, "Oh my god, Jungkook!"
I actually fucking gasp and squeeze my eyes shut when her now high-pitched voice calls out my name. Me almost cumming in my pants because of it. I realize then that I was actually pinning her arms down as I was fondling her this entire time. I lean away from her, scared that I took it too far, but when I see her face... fuck! I've never seen someone so sexy.
M's lips are plumped from us kissing so passionately before, and her blush has now reached her neck. She's breathing heavily, and her eyes look glossed over and completely fucked out.
I don't even know what to say. I know what I'm feeling, and that is I want to cum so badly and just get inside of her, but I have to wait. I have to make sure M is well taken care of. That's my plan and I need to stick with it. And I was fully prepared to do so much more with her until she said...
"I-I don't knows what's happening to me."
I raise my eyebrow at her, not expecting those words to leave her mouth. "What's wrong?"
"I- nothing - I don't know. I just feel... different. I've never felt this way before. Its-... is it normal to feel like this here." I follow M's hand until it reaches her lower stomach. My brain goes tick, tick, tick... until it full-on explodes when I put two and two together.
"Wait, M... have you never orgasmed before?"
M's eyes widen, and she pulls her shoulders forward in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Then, to my complete fucking surprise, she says, "N-no."
M... has never orgasmed before.
I don't know why I didn't think this would be a possibility, maybe because I know Felix and M have had sex before, and I push that thought of them together in that way right out of my head because I'm not going to allow anything to ruin this moment for me. My goal was always to pleasure her. It was always to make M orgasm, so many times the only person she could think about is me, and I still have that goal, but it has an added-on meaning to it.
My new goal: Make M's first organum so good, that even if she were to have it again with someone else she will think of me.
Fuck... this is going to be the best sex I've ever had in my life. Granted, I always thought it would be without a doubt, but knowing I'm going to be her first in something has my heart beating a mile a minute.
"Fuck," I chuckle out with a smile. "Your so fucking sexy." M raises her eyebrows in confusion, but before she could question my compliment, I kiss her so hard her head gets pushed into the pillow.
I know it's time to speed up this process. I'm not going to have M's first orgasm happen because I was wildly humping her and fondling her tits. Without taking my lips off of hers, I pull her dress downwards until she's left in nothing, but her panties. Since I can't help myself, I pull away from M again and look at her nearly naked form.
"Yup, super fucking sexy."
M rolls her eyes but smiles brightly this time. "Your such a dork."
I crawl backward and lay my head against her thigh, trying not to look at what's right in front of my face, but instead keep eye contact with her. "But... a sexy dork, right?"
M giggles. "Your so- Ah!"
Before I let M give one of her teasing remarks, I lick up the front of her panties. I couldn't help it. Of course, I ended up looking, and when I saw that she was so wet that some of it was dripping down her thigh, I wanted to taste her so badly. Her pussy, even covered by a thin pair of lace, tastes so sweet. I've never eaten a girl out, never felt the need to when I never gave a shit about the girls I slept with, but one lick of M's pussy and I want to keep my face between her legs forever.
I lift her thighs so there on my shoulders and move her panties over. I lick my lips, then take one tentative lick of her, and her hand moves to my hair and pulls. My eyes widen, but once she is able to grab a hold of a different part of me, my shoulders, she tries - and fails - to pull me up. I start to laugh when I notice her frustrated face.
"Please, Jungkook." I stop laughing. "I really need you."
Well, Fuck. Twist my arm why don't you. I feel kinda disappointed that she didn't want me to eat her out, but with a begging voice like that, coming from M of all people, she doesn't need to ask me twice.
I sit up on my knees, and smile down at M. "Anything for you, baby."
I go to pull down her itty-bitty thong, but then she stops me by placing her foot on my bare chest. I look back at M and see watch her shake her head.
"Your turn," M says. I smirk, but kinda feel embarrassed about taking off my pants. I know it's a repeated reference by now, but I never gave a shit about the women I slept with and that includes if they liked my dick or not. This is M we're talking about, though. She notices my hesitance and smirks. "Don't you wanna know how good I am with a joystick?"
Fuck- fuck- fuck- and fuck. Huhhhhh... YES!
I'm practically ripping off my pants now. Not even caring that M laughs while I struggle to take off these somehow tight sleep pants. She stops laughing though when I'm completely naked in front of her. I feel my face heat up by M's heat-filled gaze, but when sits up on her knees to be face to face with me, I forget any insecurities I just had.
M keeps eye contact with me as she pushes her panties down her legs, somehow being flexible enough to take them off from the back of her, and puts her hands on my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and place my hands on the small of her back.
There's no more laughter or teasing gestures. M and I are just... being. Together. Two people naked, and know what step comes soon. A step neither of us wants to joke about or ruin.
I feel M's one hand run down my chest and touch me for the first time. I gasp when I feel her small hands wrap around me, but she has my breathing going labored within seconds.
"Fuckkkkk, M." Her name comes out as a moan when I feel her thumb rub at my head. I know I'm stupidly already close when instead of just moaning out a name, I'm moaning against her neck like a fucking whore. I still her wrist, and I glance at her face to see a smirk.
"Told you," Was all she said, but it was in such a small voice. Her not wanting to ruin the moment with any big teases. I never doubted she was good anyway, but also the fact that I've been teasing and preparing her for so long now, M could probably giggle right now and I would be a goner.
I kiss her lips, and we both smile as we do. I slowly lower M back down onto the bed, never taking my lips off of hers. I - painfully - slowly spread her legs apart and move myself in between her legs.
I don't rush anything, but once I'm inside her, bottoming out with a slow thrust into her, I won't admit to the sound I made, but it explains how I feel perfectly. She just feels so perfect. She's super fucking tight but so wet there's no resistance. I understand now why Felix is so possessive over her, and now that I've finally entered her I don't know how I'm ever going to survive not being with her. My face is buried in her neck because I'm so obsessed with the feeling of her. I press my body down flat on top of her, and it increases the feeling of euphoria my entire body is having right now.
M clenches around me while whimpering when I haven't even moved within her yet, and it has me seconds away from cumming. I actually, which I never thought I would ever say, tell her, "Fuck, don't do that."
"Please move then, Kookie. I-... I feel like I'm dying."
I feel like I'm already dead. Died and gone to god damn heaven. I start to thrust in and out of her, and it quickly gains up speed, my own strength of going slow already failing. My own instincts taking over when every move I make inside of her is making me see stars.
M wraps her arms around me, and that somehow gives me the ability to take my face out of her neck and look down at her. Our foreheads touch, and I watch her eyes gloss over as a pleasure-filled vibration course through her. I watch M's face as she goes through the motions of moaning, crying out my name, squirming around, and not knowing how to feel all the while my speed is increasing.
"God - M - fuck! You feel like heaven~"
I've always considered M a goddess, but watching her getting closer and closer to cumming proves she was made by Aphrodite herself! I lift myself up a little further to have a better view. I'm also getting closer as I move faster inside of her, but my eyes and ears are selfish and want to hear and see as much of her pleasurable reactions as possible.
"J-Jungkook I - oh my Jun- god-..." Besides M's stuttering, the tighter clench of her pussy says it all. M's about to cum for the first time, and I have the privilege of witnessing it.
I grab onto her hand and move her head to make sure she looks me in the eyes. "I got you, baby." I kiss her cheek. "Just let go."
Within seconds, M isn't the only one becoming a complete fucking mess. I thought I would be able to last longer. Most of the time guys don't even know if a girl cums, and I thought it would feel that way with M since it was her first time... but I very much felt it.
She fucking squirted. All of a sudden M is flinging her head back, and my dick has never gone through so much wetness at one time. I actually almost collapse on top of her when my own orgasm got ripped out of me because it just felt that fucking good! My hips thrust forward harder on their own accord, going deeper into M than before. I let go of M's hand and grab onto the sheets in an attempt to not hurt her hands with mine. I swear I heard them rip because that's how good what just happened felt.
I cough by the time we're both done moaning loudly and cumming together. I watch M try to catch her breath, and I stare at her in disbelief. I actually feel her cum on my thighs right now. Like... no fucking way M is even perfect when she fucking cums!
"How are you so perfect?" I ask. M's eyes widen, staring up at me. How I'm still able to hold myself above her, I have no god damn clue because that just felt so good I thought I was going to collapse.
M's cheeks heat up, and she turns her head to try and hide her face. "Stop it. I'm not perfect."
I grab her face and move it to face me. "Yeah, you fucking are." I kiss her. "And my addiction to you is proof."
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The next morning, I look down to find an angel sleeping on my chest. I have my right arm protectively wrapped around her, and M's arms are squished between us. I don't remember when we fell asleep last night, but I do remember everything we did beforehand.
We didn't stop at one time. We had sex multiple fucking times. Different positions, different paces. I know M's body like the back of my hand now, but no matter which way we did her cumming always had my own orgasm being ripped out of me. Something about the way she clenched like a vice around me, and how every time she came it was like a dam broke loose.
I feel myself get hard just thinking about it. How perfect last night was, and how I reached my goal twice over of making M feel good.
But the morning sun shining down on M's beautiful face through the window is just a reminder of what today is. How last night will never happen again. Both of us will never be happy because of a man that has M controlled by a tight leash. I know I shouldn't be thinking of him while I have a naked M in my arms, but with learning M's body all last night, I also know all her scars.
She didn't let me eat her out no matter how many times I tried last night, but with the number of positions we did, I eventually saw what she was trying to hide from me... the bruises are still there. Smaller, and only surrounding her pussy lips, but they were there regardless. I'm surprised I wasn't hurting her, but I also didn't aim to hurt her. No. All I got was moans, and her crying out my name like a prayer.
Something I know Felix will never get from M.
Speaking about moans, M moans in a daze and stretches her arms out when she wakes up. I quickly put on a fake smile, acting like I wasn't just thinking about her fuck face of a husband, and watch as M blinks her eyes open. Her eyes widen for a second, but then she smiles at me in return, and my fake smile becomes a real one. I can never be angry when M looks at me like that. Content and happy. Two things I always want to see in her.
"Goodmorning, Kookie."
My smile grows bigger. "Goodmorning, baby."
Suddenly, M's eyes widen again, but this time in a panic. She lifts herself off of me and glances around frantically. "Oh my god! What time is it!?"
It takes me a second, but I realize pretty quickly she's worried about Felix finding her not at home. I reach over to my side table and check the time on my phone. "It's 6:15 am."
M sighs, calming down again and clearly okay with the time. "Thank god. Felix doesn't usually get up until after 12-" She stops herself short. She very much knows by now that the mention of his name makes me want to commit murder. "Sorry."
I raise an eyebrow at her but try to play it off as Felix not being the forever bad point in any conversation to me. "It s'kay."
M frowns, but instead of making it a big deal, decides to act like the cutest person on the planet instead. She straddles my stomach, rubs her face on my chest, and smoothes out her hands on my abs. "I'm soway, Kookie. I'll be a good girl. I pomise."
I actually fucking laugh when I watch M act like a child. Her naked body on top of me though not helping my morning wood. "It's okay, M. I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you." She turns her face to look at me but doesn't lift her face from my chest. I smile, for real, and say, "I mean it. You can always trust me to tell you the truth."
And to further prove that point, I flip us around until M is on her back, and pin her arms beside her head, then say, "Because I love you." I kiss her, and the sweetest moan that I get in return has my boner jumping to action.
I'm not interested in being inside her though - well, that's a lie. That will always be a lie - but I want to taste a part of her I only got to have two kitten licks from last night.
I slowly kiss down her body, giving her nipples extra attention since I now know how sensitive she is there, but when I get to her stomach M is grabbing onto my shoulder and saying, "Wait, Kookie-"
"M... I already know." Her eyes widen. "You really thought I wouldn't see it last night? Not even when I had your legs in the air while I was-"
"Okay! Enough! Shh!" Even though this conversation is in no way an enjoyable one, the corners of my mouth twitch up when I see M's face heat up. "Just... don't look at me funny."
"Look at you funny? What do you mean?"
M sighs and her little pout lips look so cute that I want to kiss them again. "Like, don't look at me like I'm broken. I don't feel broken when I'm with you anymore, but when you first saw them last time..."
She didn't need to continue after that. I obviously couldn't see my own reaction at the time, but I know it wasn't a happy one. Who would be happy seeing those types of bruises on the person they love?
Although I know this conversation killed the mood a little, I say, "I promise I won't react that way now. I just want to make you feel good."
M smiles, but it's a tiny sweet one. "You made me feel incredible last night."
I bite my lips and feel a surge of pride course through me. Although it was kinda obvious by the number of times she came last night, it's still amazing to hear M say out loud that she loved what I did with her last night. That's why, just for a little more convincing until I stop the pressuring altogether, I admit, "You also taste like the most addictive candy known to man, and my tongue is craving some sugar this morning."
M gasps at my vulgar words. "Oh, my - Jungkook!" I smile and wiggle my eyebrows. It only takes a few more seconds of my award-winning smile, and then M is saying, "Mmm... okay, fine, but only because I honestly want to know how it feels."
And I do just that.
Once again, M taste's like the sweetest thing my tongue has ever tasted. It's actually vibrating and having me moaning with her because she tastes so good. I particularly like when I suck at her clit, and have the pleasure of seeing M arch her back, making her boobs bounce as she cries out my name in ecstasy.
I grab onto her breast and circle my tongue around her hole while I play with her sensitive buds. I feel her pussy get increasingly wetter as my tongue continues to lick her up, and it has my dick ultra-hard underneath me. As much as my dick wants to enter her right fucking now, my time with M like that is gone.
I know that after this session of me finally tasting what's between this goddess's thighs, she has to leave. Leave, and get home before her asshole of a husband wakes up and realizes she wasn't home to begin with when he stumbled in from last night's drinking session.
At one point, during our breaks between fucking each other's brains out sessions, I saw Felix leave the club through my bathroom window. It was around two in the morning, and he was in no shape to get home, so there's no way he noticed if M got home or not.
And she wasn't home, but in my bed instead. As soon as I saw him, that break was over and I fucked M so hard I had her screaming my name, so loudly I thought someone would think I was murdering her. Just like now, thinking about that fuck face that uses and hurts M, I start eating out her pussy like it's the last thing I'll ever do. Me wanting to hear her cry out my name again and again as a reminder that I'm the only person she wants to make her feel this what. I'm the only person M wanted to be with so badly, that she risked her own life to be with for one night.
I spread her thighs further apart, and dive my tongue right inside of her. Licking at her walls, and trying to burrow my tongue as deep as it can possibly go. I'm rewarded with M screaming out, "Oh my - Fuck Jungkook! I'm- I'm..."
Then I'm rewarded again with feeling M's cum all over my tongue and chin. I'll never get over how this perfect being in my bed right now, is a squirter. I'll also never be able to get over how amazing she feels, how beautiful her about to cum face is, how my name sounds on her lips when she moans, or how she actually exists!
God must have made sure to bless M with everything he titled as perfect and shunned me from ever being able to get over her. I never planned or thought I would be able to, move on from loving M. As I lay here between M's thighs, resting my cheek against her soft leg with a face full of her essence, I stare up at M in admiration. Admiration that this girl - all 5 foot 5 inches, red hair, glossy-eyed, and lips so plump all I want to do is kiss them - is the only girl for me.
M Park is my soul mate, and when my soul mate calms down from her high I just gave her, she's going to leave my apartment and pretend everything last night never even happened...
"You filthy! ... Fucking! ... Whore!" Felix spaces out each of his words as he thrusts into me.
Felix's presence hurts me emotionally, but the things he does to my body hurt my soul. But there's nothing that hurts me more, physically and emotionally, than when Felix decides to use my body, but when he's jealous.
The thing is, Felix doesn't even know who he's jealous about! He's just been hearing around that I've been going out late at night, and that's enough of an excuse for him to fuck me until I can't walk.
The tears stain my cheeks as Felix continues to strangle me and fuck me at the same time. I'm clawing at his hand to let me go, but he just fucks into me harder.
"You really think you could get away with it, huh? You fucking someone else. Your mine, and mine only!"
With one more squeeze of my neck that has me close to blacking out and a violent thrust into me, Felix spills his toxic seed inside of me.
He's breathing heavily, and I'm not only exhausted but completely defeated at this point. It's been three hours since Felix dragged me out of our club and brought me here to our shared bedroom to fuck me into submission. The bruises from last time just started to fade too.
Felix pulls out of me and then pushes my face away from him as he rolls over onto the other side of the bed. I guess he's finally done with calling me a whore on repeat and using my body like one.
I feel more tears fall, but I don't make a single noise. Not wanting Felix to even recognize my presence.
The thing is, I haven't been sleeping with other people besides Felix. Not that I've been wanting to sleep with him at all. HIM, on the other hand, he's been cheating on me with the girls and guys at his clubs since we first got married. But I could give a shit less about it. Why would I give a shit if someone I hate fucks around? The only thing I worry about in this is the girls in that situation.
But still, I told Felix a week ago that I haven't been sleeping around and that the people telling him I have been are delusional. I thought he left it alone after that conversation at the club, but I guess not. I just don't understand why he decided to take it out on me now.
"You really thought you could get away with it. You stupid whore."
I clench my eyes shut and feel rage bloom within me. My energy and spunk finally coming back. I think more than anything, I hate the word whore, especially coming from him. It's degrading and is only ever directed to women in a negative light. It's only ever directed to me from Felix in a negative light.
I sit right up and yell without a care about the repercussions, "I'm not a fucking whore, Felix! I haven't slept with anyone, and if anything your the fucking whore!"
Felix's eyebrows shoot up. "Excuse a fucken me? I'm a fucking saint compared to you!"
I laugh. I actually laugh at him because that's a load of crap. I get out of bed, somehow not sore, and find the closes pair of clothing to put on myself. A flowy dress is all I can grab at the moment, but hopefully, Felix doesn't think I'm putting it on to look good for him.
"Yeah, maybe a saint to a coven for Satan! I know you fuck around with all the girls and guys at the club, Felix. Do you think I'm stupid!"
Felix looks nervous for a second, but it quickly turns into a smirk, making me roll my eyes. "But you know they mean nothing to me, baby. I use condoms and none of them have ever been as tight as you."
I blanch at Felix's version of a compliment. "Your disgusting."
I begin to walk to the bedroom door, wanting to get as far away from Felix as possible, but he somehow beats me to the door. Stopping me from exiting the bedroom.
"Not so fast, my dear wife." I begin to cower at his words. His voice is deeper than usual, and he only talks that way when instead of fucking me into submission, he's going to beat me into submission. I back up as Felix steps forward. "Your not going anywhere tonight."
I back up until my back hits a wall, and Felix cages me between the wall and him. He slams his fist above my head, and I jump in response. "So, you can tell your precious Jungkook goodbye."
My eyes widen. I don't know why I'm not surprised, though. His "friends" did tell him I was sneaking around town at night, but I guess I was too distracted with being with Jungkook to think Felix would ever find out about him. There's no way he knows exactly what went down a week ago with Jungkook and me, but I also haven't let the opportunity happen again since that day. Me to afraid of what Jungkook will say the next time I see him.
Felix nods his head and uses my reaction as proof enough of his stupid way of thinking. "That's right. You really thought I wouldn't find out you've been sleeping with some nerd? God, you are so stupid. I found out about your's and his relationship before we even got into this town. You really thought I wouldn't realize we opened a business in my wife's hometown?"
I am stupid. For not realizing Felix would put two and two together about this town and me, on top of the fact that my childhood best friend lives here still and is a guy. I feel so flabbergasted all I can say is, "I-I haven't been sleeping with him."
Felix gives me a look that shows he doesn't believe me. "Sure, you haven't. And I haven't been sleeping with the girls at the club." He fake laughs and then says words that turn my blood to ice, "Stay away from the gamer geek, M. If you don't, not only will you have to deal with me, but your brother too. This is your only warning."
Then Felix walks away. I watch him walk out the door, and I don't move from my spot until I hear his car drive away. Then I fall to the ground and cry. I cry because now not only is my life in danger, but Jimin's life too. I know Jimin has some form of protection, though. Seeing Taehyung run after him a week ago was proof enough that Jimin was talking about him when he was crying to me drunk.
But I also cry because now I really can never see Jungkook again. I know I've been ignoring him, but truthfully my feelings have been only growing fonder for him since then. He's the complete opposite of Felix. He's sweet and kind, and our history together is just a bonus. Jungkook is the type of guy I used to dream of being with when I was younger. Not to mention how he made me feel a week ago. I've never felt such passion from a person before. I only ever slept with Felix, so I never knew what it was like to be touched with such care and devotion as Jungkoom did. It felt so nice, and it had me craving more.
"Fuck!" I scream into the empty mansion.
I miss Jungkook. Even when Felix threatened my life, I miss the man he tells me to stay away from. All I want to do is be with him now. Jungkook seems like the type of guy to see a girl like me and just want to hold her. I want to be held in that special way I've only heard about from girls with their boyfriends. I want to be held like being in that person's arms means protection. Like nothing can hurt you as long as you are with that person.
I felt that way about Jungkook that night. I feel that way about Jungkook now. I know it's not right to assume Jungkook is okay with being that type of person to me. A person I can rely on to love me and want to protect me at all costs. It was years before I saw him when I left at the age of eight, but since coming here and being with him again, it feels like no time has passed.
I don't want time to pass anymore. I don't want to wallow on the ground every time Felix gets jealous and takes it out on me. Just for once in my terrible life, I want to feel loved and cared for. Is that really too much to ask? Is it too much to ask to feel safe with somebody? Anybody?
I feel safe with Jungkook. I feel wanted by Jungkook, and even though all we shared was one intimate moment, something about the way he touched me and handled me so gently has me thinking there's more to Jungkook's feelings for me than just friendship.
I know he thinks I'm attractive. The constant flirting and the shy blushes his face grows when I flirt with him back is proof of that enough, but now that I've kissed him... now that he's kissed me... I want him to have feelings for me. I want him to have this longing feeling in his heart as I have.
I want to be loved by him. I no longer want to be scared of my husband and be set that this is my life. I don't want to be fearful for my life and worry about other people's lives. I hate keeping secrets about how my marriage truly is and why I'm in it in the first place.
I know it's selfish. I know my feelings and the way I'm thinking right now could put myself and others in danger, but for once, I just don't want to care. I want to be truthful about myself, and even if it's just for a night, feel free. I want to be free to be myself. Jungkook has allowed me to do this... so I stand up.
I guess I'm turning into one of those people that do the opposite of what they are told.
I stand up off the floor and wipe my tears. With one last sniffle, I let it all go. I ignore Felix's threats and do something for myself. I don't worry about what will happen after the fact, and only about the present.
I shower, put the dress back on with a pair of panties, and walk out the door. Planning to go and see the only person I've ever felt truly safe with all my life.
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When I get to Jungkook's game store, I'm surprised to find him not inside. Since we reunited, he's always been in the store. That's where we would always hang out, after all. I was to worried Felix would find out and do something reckless if he saw Jungkook and I together, so we just always stayed in the game store, but tonight I'm not caring. If Jungkook wants to fly to fucking Canada tonight, I'll say yes.
Just for tonight, I don't want to worry about anything else. But I first have to find him. I even check his office, and he's not there. I stand there, in the middle of his game store, and try to think about where he could be right now. I know he's friends with this one guy, Suga, but for a reason, he didn't explain to me why he hasn't been talking to him lately, so I don't think he would be with him.
I think and think... then I snap my fingers in realization. Although I've never been there, I remember Jungkook told me he lives in the apartment above the game store. I walk to the back of the store and exit through the back door. Once I'm outside in the back of the store, I see the black metal stairs leading to a single door. It looks like a plain maintenance door, but as Jungkook explained to me before, he made that space a place for him to live so he didn't have to be away from his games for too long.
I actually crack a smile when I think about this information. Some girls would find it weird or even annoying that a guy is that obsessed with gaming, but there's never been a time where Jungkook's seemed to pick video games over me. I hope this fact adds proof to my thinking that he has feelings for me and I'm not just delusional.
I walk up the metal stairs, and before I knock on the door, I take a deep breath. Once I see Jungkook, I'm telling him everything, so knowing I'm about to spill every single one of my secrets is kinda nerve-racking.
How Felix and I's marriage came about, how he's been treating me, my feelings for Jungkook, everything! I want to be free tonight, and the only person I trust to be free with is him, so... I knock on the door.
No one answers at first, so I go to knock again, but then in the corner of my eye, I see a little camera above the door wiggle around. I look at it curiously, but I don't get to look at it long because then the door flies open, making me jump in my spot.
I see Jungkook for the first time in a week, and I actually start to blush when I see him. His hair is a mess like he just woke up from a nap, and he's shirtless. Wearing only a pair of plaid sleeping pants. I realize now he was probably sleeping, but what really catches my eye is the sleeve of tattoos. I know he has hand tattoos, which I complimented after I saw them for the first time, but this is the first time I've seen Jungkook's entire set of tattoos. Then there's the obvious part that's made me blush and some parts of me tingle... my childhood best friend has a six-pack.
I actually have to fucking swallow to keep myself from drooling over him. Before he hopefully notices, I look back up at his wide eyes.
"M! W-what are you- where have you been?"
It's obvious by his stutter that he was worried about me, and I feel bad about making him worry. It also doesn't help that I haven't seen him in a week, and I decide to come and see him again in the middle of the night at his home.
"I'm sorry I haven't been coming to see you, but - um..." I glance at the Lee club, suddenly realizing I'm right near where Felix is most likely at right now. "Can I come in, please?"
Jungkook's eyes widen again, him realizing he hasn't asked me to come in yet. "Oh! Yeah - Yes, of course!"
I giggle out my thanks because it's adorable how he gets all flustered. I walk into his home for the first time, and the first thing I notice is how big the space is. Right at the entrance is two big, fluffy, black couches, and because I can't help myself, I skim my fingers across the fake fur. There's a flat-screen tv across from the couches with, of course, a bunch of video game consoles hooked up to it. There's also a pretty decent size dining room area with just two chairs and a small table. That's right in front of his big, all-stainless steal kitchen. I'm not sure if Jungkook likes to cook, but by the looks of his kitchen, I can tell it's definitely used.
I then see two doors, and I swallow thickly when I realize one of those rooms is Jungkook's bedroom. I wonder if he's ever brought another girl into his house... into that room...
"I know it's not much, but it's good enough for me." I look back over to Jungkook and realize he put on a shirt. I secretly wished he didn't, but I'm not here to drool over him.
"What do you mean? Your place looks great!" I spread my arms out and spin to show my excitement about it, and I'm happy to see Jungkook smile because of it. His smile is so adorable with the way all his teeth show.
"Thanks, M. I don't think I've even had anyone else up here before, so that makes you special." I fold my lips over my teeth, trying not to smile with knowing this information and the compliment he gave me.
Suddenly, Jungkook looks worried again, probably just now remembering the last time we saw each other. "As much I love seeing you again, and I don't want to scare you away, but I can't just ignore what I saw last time I saw you."
My smile falls, but I nod my head because that's fair. Me running out his office after he saw my bruises wasn't fair on him, and truthfully I was just scared of him asking questions but tonight is different. I want to come clean... I just hope he accepts the truth about me.
Jungkook steps forward, and my eyes widen when he takes my face in his hand. "And I can't just ignore what happened between us either."
I feel my smile start to form with the remainder of us kissing the last time we saw each other. Jungkook bites his lip, equally happy about this reminder.
"I didn't expect you to ignore it. My life's just... complicated."
"Tell me how then!" I'm surprised by Jungkook's sudden rise in voice, but he quickly calms down. "I'm sorry, it's just... those bruises." Jungkook shakes in rage as he mentions the bruises. "Did your husband do that to you?"
I start to cry. Not full-on wailing and falling on the floor crying, but tears do fall from my eyes. Something about the way Jungkook is talking and looking at me. He must be thinking I'm sad, but I'm not. I'm not because he sounds like he wants to kill the man who did this to me. Like he doesn't want to let me out of his sight again because of the chance of Felix hurting me. I cry because he cares. He cares about me.
I can't form words, but I do nod my head. Confirming Jungkook's question. Which ends up forming even more questions from him.
"Fuck, M , I -... why are you with him? Why do you stay with him? Why don't you leave him and find someone that will actually love you? Bruises like that are not love!"
"I know, Kookie. I know, but-"
"Do you? Fuck - like... I can treat you better then that." I knew it. Jungkook has feelings for me, but what I didn't know was...
"I love you, better then that."
Jungkook backs up, not expecting his own words to come out as or when they did.
"W-what?" I say, utterly shocked and not expecting this type of confession. Jungkook glances around, hoping I didn't hear his exact words, but he knows it's too late for him to backtrack.
Then he says, "Fuck it!" And admits, "Yeah, I love you, M! I have since we were kids. Let me love you better then him. Let me treat you better then that fucker ever has and ever fucking will!"
Jungkook holds my face in his hands again, and I see it in his eyes that everything he's saying is 100% true. And now I'm thinking...
How could this handsome, smart, kind, protective, beautiful soul of a man love a broken person like me?
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Warnings: Sex & Strip club, Pole dances, Watching others have sex (implied), Anal sex, Jealousy.
Index | Ch.13
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I don't know what possessed me that morning to go to the new club, but I knew if I ever wanted to talk to my sister, I would have to go. It's one of those clubs that open early and close late, so I knew that whatever time I went, I would most likely see M.
The problem is not finding a good time to see M but having to go to the actual club. I've never been to a club before, and I also don't want to see Felix. I rather him not know I'm in this town with them for as long as possible. Not only have he and I never got along, but he has a problem with running to my parents whenever I do something "not to his or their standards." My entire life isn't up to his or my parent's standards!
Another reason why my sister kept quiet for so long. Us Parks are known for not taking shit from others, but when it comes to my parents, you better be able to take anything they throw at you if you want to survive under their roof. Unless you want your credit card cut and zero chance of getting the inheritance. Maybe that's another reason I didn't question my sister when she said I should leave. I was done with having that always being dangled over my head.
I walk up to the front of the club an hour after opening, and I can already smell the reck of sex coming from it. This place is in no way my sister's business. Her name may be on the ownership contract, but it's not at all hers. Even the actual door handle to the front door isn't her.
My sister likes clean and bright things and having everything look perfect. This place reads only darkness, hopelessness, and everything but perfect.
I take one last breath of clean air, then open the front door. The first thing I notice is that there are no windows. It's all dark and has minimal light. Making it seem like it's still nighttime to everyone on the inside.
I'm not sure if these people are still here from last night's opening or if the people inside are so addicted to sex that they came here at the crack of dawn. There are multiple rooms to my left that only have thick red curtains blocking everyone from seeing what's happening inside, but the noises are clear. High-pitched fake moans are coming from the other side, and I have to look away from the slight opening in one of the rooms.
There are also some larger rooms at the end of that wall, but instead of curtains, there are doors, and it's keeping everyone from seeing or hearing what's going on inside. I have a whole body shudder when I think about what Felix has in mind for those rooms.
There's a large bar right at the front of the business, and a young male bartender with tattoos on his face is cleaning a glass cup and talking to someone on the other side of the bar. In the middle of the club is a large stage with a pole right in the middle of it. My eyes go wide when I see the town's only hair stylist's soon-to-be ex-wife spinning around the pole.
Juliet is giving this old dude the fuck me eyes as she glided down the pole in front of him. Then she slowly spreads her legs, so he can wish to have whatever is between her legs. Her sheer black lingerie already gave little to the imagination.
It seems I was right about this place not having many guidelines to what's legal and illegal in a sex and strip club because the guy reaches in-between her legs like he has the right. He does this, and the "security guards" don't seem like they give a fuck. Juliet, the little spitfire that she is, kicks the guy away and gives him a nasty look.
"Fuck no, dude. You have to pay extra if you want anything like that."
I gasp, rather loudly, when I hear Juliet say those words. I know it's half a sex club, but I'm in no way used to hearing words like that out loud. Even when Taehyung talks dirty to me, I feel like I'm about to explode from embarrassment, but I usually end up exploding in different ways too...
Before I could look away and pray that no one heard my gasp, Juliet turns her attention away from the grimy old man and spots me. Her face changes into one of disgust when she realizes I'm here. It's clear to me, even though I've never talked to this woman once in my life, that she's part of the people in this town that hate outsiders. This is kinda hypocritical since she works for two "outsiders."
Juliet pushes the old man away from her, and he has obviously been pissed off now that her attention is no longer on him. Then she struts off the stage and comes straight over to me. She puts her hand on her exposed naked hip and stares down at me like I'm an insect she would like to squish. "Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?"
I roll my eyes because fuck this bitch. I don't know her age, but she also doesn't know mine. She has no right to ask me my age and look at me like I'm beneath her, especially when she was just asking that guy no more than a minute ago to pay her extra for sex. Yeah, fuck her. "Fuck off, Juliet. I'm not here for that anyway."
"Doesn't matter what your here for. It's 18 and up only. How old are you anyway, sixteen? Get out of here before I call security on you."
"I highly doubt Felix's security would actual give a shit if I was here. All I would have to do is flash some cash, and they would allow me to do whatever I want." Not that I want to do anything with anyone here, but my words were definitely true by the way Juliet cowers into herself.
I kinda feel bad when I see Juliet react like this. This place has only been open for a day, and she's already acting like a war survivor because of the mention of Felix's name. Before I could debate on apologizing, the woman I've been looking for finds me first.
"Jimin?" M says from behind me. I spin around to see my sister, who I haven't seen in over six months, holding a clipboard and looking exactly how she should look every day. Her red hair is curled, she has clean skin with just the right amount of make-up and looking like a badass bitch in her boot heels. But more than anything, I missed seeing that smile on her face. My sister always had such straight teeth. "Oh my - Jimin! It's really you!"
M runs to me, and I don't realize until I'm in her arms again that I met her halfway. Holding my sister after being away for so long made tears form in my eyes. "Fuck, M. I couldn't believe it when I saw you yesterday in that stage." We pull back from our embrace. "You look good."
And her smile falls. She quickly puts on a fake one, though, and I now realize my words have most likely brought out a bad memory in her mind. A bad memory of when we last saw each other. A night I rather never bring up, but I need some questions answered that only she can give.
"Um... M. How do you know this kid?"
I roll my eyes when I hear Juliet speak from behind me. M, on the other hand, continues to smile and talks to her over my head. "Jimin's my brother." Oh, fuck. I didn't think she would tell her the truth! "Will be in the office if you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know."
Juliet must have understood because I then hear her heels click away as she walks. M's attention goes back to me, and she nods her head as she walks backward. Instructing me to follow her.
I follow M behind the bar, which then brings us to a door that I assume before she opens it that it's the said office. We walk inside, and it's the exact opposite of what I expected. I, for some reason, thought it would smell like sex, and he piles of trash all around. The perfect Felix office, honestly, but instead, it just looks like a normal office. I can tell this office is more for M than for Felix.
She sits down behind the desk in her chair, and she actually looks like she belongs there. Even though it's weird for me to admit that my sister owning a sex and strip club suits her, seeing her sit behind the desk of it does. By the way, she talked to Juliet, her employee, too. I can only imagine what it's like to have Felix here instead of M.
"So, how have you been? What are you doing here? Is that Gucci?"
I have to laugh because this bundle of questions is what my sister does. Always wondering what I've been up to and making sure I'm safe. I, of course, do the same, and being the oldest always made me feel I had to be the protective one in the relationship, but M would admit she's always looked after me even when she didn't need to.
"I'm good - actually - I guess. After you told me to leave." M stiffens in her seat. "The only place I could think to go is here, but no one remembers us. Granted, I didn't recognize anyone here either."
"Oh, I feel the same way! Being back in this town after being away for so long... I'm not sure how to feel. Although I was eight while you were ten, so your memory of people is probably better then mine."
"Yeah, you would think." I suddenly feel nervous being in front of M. Not because she has an aura of anxiety surrounding her, but because I know what I'm about to say next is going to sour the great reunion we're having. "M... can I ask you something?"
M sits up straight in her chair, now looking as nervous as I feel. "Yeah, of course. What's up Jimin?"
"That night... the night I left."
"Please don't."
"Why did you tell me to leave?"
M's eye twitches, and her fingers turn white as she grips the edge of the desk. My spine straightens in my seat, then, feeling M's anxiety flow through me. Her voice sounds so small, and I feel so upset and angry to see her like this because of a flashback he caused. "Jimin... I can't-"
"Why not!?" M jumps, not expecting me to be angry. "Why can't you tell me anything? Every since that fuck face married you, you don't tell me shit. Our parents always told me shit to begin with, but I never expected you to do the same!"
M looks down in her lap, and I don't miss the tears she wipes away. "I-it's just complicated, Jimin. You wouldn't understand."
"Then make me understand."
"I don't want you too!" It's my turn to jump at M's rise in temper. The Park attitude she adopted coming out. "I don't want you to understand what it's like to not be able to explain to my brother, my best fucking friend, what my life is like or what his life could have been."
"Could have been?" M looks away again and shakes her head. Not wanting to further explain. I lead with a follow-up question then since it's clear she doesn't want to go further with this exact conversation. "Why are you still with Felix then?"
"Fuck, Jimin. I..." M stops herself short. I already know M wasn't happy with Felix, and that night she came to me over six months ago proved it, but the fact that she can't even give an excuse like, "because I love him," proves to me further that there's more to their marriage that I just don't know about.
I lean forward in my chair and grab her hands to hold in mine. I hold her little fingers in my slightly bigger ones and give them a comforting squeeze. "M, you can tell me anything. Please, just let me help you."
M shakes her head and continues to stare down in her lap, no longer caring about the multiple tears falling from her eyes now. "I wish you could, Jimin. I wish you fucking could."
Yeah, I really wish I could too.
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I left M's soon after she stopped answering my question. When I kept pestering for answers, she ended up giving me the excuse that she was very busy and that I would have to leave so she could get work done. I knew it was an excuse before the words even left her mouth, but her promise of her telling me that I can come by any time as long as she's here makes me think that maybe - just maybe - I'll get my answers one day.
I just hope It's not too late when M finally gives me those answers.
I'm really ashamed to admit this, but as soon as I left Lee club, I wanted to see Taehyung. I wanted to go to him so that I could cry into his lap, and then I wanted him to fuck me until I forgot about everything. Then, after I forgot about my stress from my sister and her relationship, I wanted him to hold me and talk to me about whatever shit comes to my mind. I just wanted him.
And I still do. That's why I go to him. I run to his office building, see the closed sign, then I run even faster to his mansion. Knowing if he's not at his office building during this time of day, then he's definitely at his mansion. I know it's against our arrangement for me to come before 10:30 at night, but I honestly don't care right now.
I need him. I fucking need someone to look at me in the eye and tell me everything is going to be okay. I fucking need him to be the one to hold me against him and pierce my soul with eyes of admiration as he says everything is going to be okay. I know these feelings I shouldn't have, but right now, I just don't care. I just don't care right now.
I burst into his mansions office, and thank god he's the only one inside. Taehyung first looks pissed off, but then his expression changes to one of concern. I know I was crying the whole way here, and that's most likely the reason why Taehyung looks concerned, but how could I not cry when someone like Felix is treating my sister like shit? On top of that, she won't let me help her!
"Taehyung," I cry out as I fall to the floor onto my knees.
He runs over to me, and it feels like no time has passed when he scoops me up in his arms and leans my head on his chest. It's like there's no trouble in our arrangement when he rocks me back and forth while whispering with a gentle voice into my ear, "It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm here, no one can hurt you."
But it's not me who's hurt. It's not me who needs protecting, but hearing Taehyung say those words to me makes my chest tighten a little less. His voice soothed my terrible thoughts of what could be going on with my sister.
After a couple of minutes of Taehyung just holding me in his lap on the floor, I eventually stop crying. Concentrating on Taehyung's heart to help me breathe.
I lift my face out of his chest, and Taehyung's little smile brings me back to life. "Thank you, Taehyung. I'm sorry for bursting in here-"
"It's okay!" He quickly interrupts. "You can come to me with anything. Are you okay... did someone hurt you?"
It actually scares me a bit how deep and possessive Taehyung's voice just got with his question, but it's also embarrassing for me to admit that it also arouses me. Fuck, what is wrong with me today?
"I-I'm fine, Taehyung. It's my sister... M is my sister and her husbands a terrible person," I admit. Although Taehyung doesn't seem like he understands the connection of her name. "She's married to Felix Lee. The owner to the new club."
Taehyung then squints his eyes in rage, and it surprises me to see him appear angry when I mention my sister's husband's name. "Fucking, Felix. Your sister is married to that fucker?"
I nod my head, and he looks at me differently with the same eyes he had that night. The night I rejected him and the last time we were together...
Sad. His eyes are sad.
We stand up off the floor then, Taehyung helping me rise to my feet. "How do you know him?"
Instead of answering, Taehyung just shakes his head, not wangling to answer. Taehyung knows Felix, and I don't persist to know how, but it feels good knowing I have someone close to me that understands how much of a fuck face Felix truly is.
Taehyung then takes me by my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Not to have sex, however. He lets me lay down and just holds me. Knowing without words exactly what I needed and wanted. I curl my arms in between us, and he supports my body by pressing me into his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair with the other. Me feeling completely relaxed in his arms.
It's then, after a few minutes of silence, that I feel guilty again about how we left things last time. It's been a whole week since he let me see him, but when I needed him most, he allowed me to cry in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Tae." Taehyung looks down at me, confused. "F-for what happened last time I saw you." I'm not sure if it was the apology or the random nickname I gave him, but I feel Taehyung stiffen against me, and I watch the corners of his mouth point downward, furthering his frown.
"There's nothing to apologize for. You don't feel the same, it's alright."
I'm not sure what it was, but something suddenly felt off about him. His voice went flat, showing me it's not actually alright. I do believe he forgives me since my not wanting to be with him is my decision, but at the same time, it doesn't feel right.
I feel Taehyung's lips against my forehead, and I sigh at the contact. This one little kiss begins a reaction. Kisses on the forehead lead to kisses on my cheek, then my neck, and then they finally lead to my lips. Once again, without words, Taehyung knows what I need and want... but I still feel off.
His kisses and caresses, however, feel as passionate as ever. Like not a day has gone by since we were with each other last. My clothes get removed super fast by him. Taehyung clearly missed what we had as much as I did. I moan when his lips attach to my nipple, sucking on the bud while I rank my finger through his hair and bite my lip.
Taehyung being rough but taking care of me at the same time makes me want to always come back to him. It scares me to think how much I've actually come to terms with always wanting him like this. I hope it doesn't end up hurting me in the future.
Taehyung's lips detach from me, and then he rests his head on my rib cage. He rubs his face on my rib cage, and it actually feels good to receive pure affection like this. I feel his fingers glide up my thighs, and I bite my lip because I know where his fingers are going to go.
It surprises me to feel slight resistance when Taehyung's fingers enter me, but I'm still having that euphoric feeling his fingers always give me as he stretches my walls.
Taehyung chuckles against my ribs, then says, "Seems like a week without me has gotten you tighter." At first, I thought he was going to be mad at me. Now that my usual easily forgiving body is resisting his fingers, he'll want to resist me and not continue. But instead, Taehyung crawls up my body and bites my ear. "Good to know I'm still the only cock thats been inside you."
I moan and clench around his two fingers because of his words. My cheeks heat up when I look at his lust-filled eyes. "O-of course. Only for you, Tae."
Taehyung growls into my neck at my words. I don't know what made me find this confidence to say what I just said, but it makes me want to say so much more if I continue to get reactions like this from Taehyung.
After I'm stretched enough and feeling so much I could pass out from pleasure, he removes his fingers. I huff out a deep breath and stare up at Taehyung as he lubes up his cock. I feel my cheeks warm again, but thankfully Taehyung decides to flip me over onto my stomach and raise my ass to him so he doesn't notice how watching him touch himself affects me.
I feel his cock breach my hole, and I'm grabbing onto the bed sheets. It feels so fucking good. I missed this so much. I missed him so much. Having Taehyung grab my hips and thrust into me like if he misses a beat, a bomb will go off has become my new favorite addiction. Not to mention Taehyung finds my prostate within seconds of entering me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
He hits that bundle of nerves inside me, and thrusting against my walls makes me cry out how good it truly is. "Fuck - God - Fuck, Taehyung! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Taehyung pushes onto the top of my back, pushing me further into the mattress, and fucks into me harder and deeper because of this angle. I feel him smack my ass, the sound echoing in my ears, and I chock on a moan. I have to shut my eyes because I feel myself getting close to cumming already. I almost explode within seconds when he says, "Always so tight for me, Jimin... You feel so fucking good on my dick. I wish I could always have you this way."
I clench around him and curl my fingers into the sheets. Hearing him grunt into my ear is getting me closer and closer and...
I wish I didn't open my eyes. I wish at that exact moment I didn't open my eyes and looked at the corner of my room because it ruined the moment. It ruined it for me.
As I was crying out Taehyung's name and cumming all over the sheets, I see in the garbage pale across the room two used condoms. Two used condoms that I know for a fact he did not use with me.
Taehyung and I don't use condoms.
He's always fucked me raw, and he trusts me not to go back on my word about not having sex with other people without telling him. But Taehyung never had that rule. He never gave me that promise because, in the beginning, I didn't care for it.
Taehyung then cums inside me, pushing me further into the mattress with his hand on my back, and I'm stiff as a board as he cums into the deepest deeps inside me. Something that should feel so good, and usually always does, but right now, I'm so sick to my stomach about what's in the garbage that I'm numb!
I'm numb with physical feelings, but one thing is for sure... I'm jealous. I'm jealous of whoever he fucked that wasn't me. I'm jealous that he fucked someone else and didn't care about me when he did it. He told me he wanted to be with me a week ago, and sometime between last week and today, he fucked someone else.
The sad thing is, he has that right. He can do whatever he wants because he isn't mine... And now I'm feeling the effects of not allowing him to be mine. The effects of not taking Taehyung's offer when I had the chance...
Warnings: Virgin!jimin, Rich!taehyung, Small town!au, Homelessness, Loss of virginity, Anal sex, Rough sex, Prostitution, Neglectful parents (mentioned), Mental health struggles, Death of a friend.
Index | Ch. 2
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R Town.
A stupid name, for a stupid town. But this stupid town, once upon a town, became my safe haven.
In all actuality, it always was my safe haven. I just didn't realize it until I moved here on my own. Wanting to get away from it all. Wanting to leave the past behind, stop the constant comparisons of my life to others, and start over.
That's how it started out, at least.
When I first moved here, a couple of months ago, I felt set for life. I lived for free in the doctor's office spare bedroom. I was being fed, clothed, and sheltered by the kind man who owned the clinic. He never asked anything of me, and the only thing I asked of him was the ability to survive.
He saw a depressed, lonely kid like me and took me in without any hesitation. He compared me to his son a lot. Saying I was sassy, but had a good heart when it counted. I was okay with this type of comparison at first, since he seemed to love his son. Now, I'm not sure how he made this type of comparison, especially now knowing his only son. That man isn't good-hearted at all. The complete opposite actually.
The doctor's son's name is Liam. A spiteful, money-hungry, ungrateful guy that only saw the positives in life when it came to making money.
I'm not surprised, completely at least. Everyone in this town craves to gain. Whether it's from money, power, or dreams that they never got the chance to chase after because they were born in a town like this.
The doctor's name was Larry. Was.
I feel the tears run down my cheeks as I hear that word echo in my head. His name was. Not is.
He died five days ago. I was the one who found him. On the cold ground, alone, and with his hand clutching his chest. A heart attack the coroner ruled it. Hell, I would have a heart attack too if I was the only doctor for a terrible and small town like this. Widowed for over a decade and the only proof of that marriage being great was an ungrateful son that only came to visit once a year for his mother's death anniversary.
I know what your thinking. Maybe their relationship wasn't that great, or what if the death of his mother really hurt and he didn't want to return to the town he grew up in. But that wasn't the truth at all. After his father put him through medical school, paying every bill that came from that school, by the way, Liam didn't even say thank you. He just left his father. Alone, and hurting from the loss of his wife and now the loss of his son from his life.
And now with Liam's loss of his father too, the first thing the guy does when finding out the news: is kick me out. Claiming his inherited property and not giving a shit about the memory of his father there.
I see the yellow tape, and clear plastic wrap around the place every day. He's changing everything his father built. And better yet, sold it to the town's wealthiest man- Taehyung Kim. Also known as the nastiest and cruelest man to live ever in this town.
Both Taehyung and Liam are changing every little thing about the place. Keeping it a doctors office, since it was the town's only nearby clinic, but getting rid of every memory. From the blue rooftop that Larry told me he and his wife put in themselves, to the ruined carpet in what was my room from spilling hot chocolate on it. He gave it to me the night he took me in.
That night was similar to the one right now. Raining, and cold, and me feeling completely alone. But unlike last time, I don't have a savior. I don't have a kind old man that's willing to take in a runaway like me. No one in this town would do that to an "outsider."
That's what they call me, the outside. Even though I've been living here for half a year, I'm an outside because I'm the most recent person that moved into this town. And I'm most likely the only person that's going to move here for the next decade. Forever claimed the unloved outsider.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and curse this town. All the power-hungry, dick bags that live in it. I stand from my place on the ground. I was crouched, leaning against the Jeon game store, staring at the wrapped-up doctor's office that was once owned by my friend, for what felt like hours.
This is what I've been doing every day and night for the last five days. During the day I'll pray some kids will "drop" some cash for me to play games. I play until Jungkook, the store owner, kicks me out for not having any more cash, and then I sit here, hoping for someone to take pity on me again.
The person who ends up taking pity on me though, I'll learn to regret accepting tomorrow.
I begin to walk around the Jeon game store building, to my sleeping spot I made in between two trash cans when I stop in my tracks when the gaming store's front door flies open.
"Get the fuck out of here Taehyung! Your not wanted here," Jungkook yells from his spot near the door.
"Come on, Jungkook," Taehyung says with his usual millionaire smile. "Your the last building in town I don't own. Wouldn't you want to collect the money I'm offering you, and start over somewhere else? Who knows, maybe you'll find the gamer nerd girl of your dreams."
I see Jungkook's face turn beat red. Not because of Taehyung's comment on "the gamer girl of his dreams," but because this isn't the first time Taehyung has wanted or propositioned to buy his game store. In fact, I've heard this argument between the two business owners hundreds of times now. Taehyung just won't take no for an answer.
"I'm warning you Taehyung-"
"Relax, friend," Taehyung Interrupts. "We're both business owners here. And I think we are both smart enough to know I-" He steps forward until he's so close to Jungkook's face that their breaths are visibly mingling with the cold temperature. "Always get what I want."
Jungkook's had enough. The intimidation tactic by Taehyung won't work on the gamer. He pushes Taehyung away from him, the businessman only backing up a few feet, but enough for Jungkook to slam the door behind him. Ending their conversation without another word.
Taehyung scoffs at Jungkook's childish way of denying his offer. But can you really blame him? I wouldn't want to sell my lifelong dream to some man that believes having his name on every building of a town makes him the one in charge.
Taehyung looks up at the game store's sign. "Jeons Games," it reads. He squints at the sign, probably curing at it. He then runs his fingers through his now soaked hair from the rain, and turns in my direction. His eyes widen for a second when he notices me, obviously not realizing I was standing there.
It was just then that I realize I'd been eavesdropping the entire time, not even thinking about what sort of repercussions would come from listening in on Taehyung's "business" as I've heard him say a few times while talking to Larry before. I start to turn and follow my once destined route into the ally way.
"Hey stop!"
I pick up my speed, hoping Taehyung would just leave me alone after going down a dark ally. But he doesn't. I'm about two feet away from my usual sleeping spot when I feel a hand grab my shoulder. I'm turned completely around, and gasp when I see Taehyung has followed me into the ally.
I didn't think Taehyung would do such a thing. He's dripping in wealth with his expensive suit and shoes. So going into a dark ally is usually the last thing people like him would want to do.
"Are you deaf? I said stop."
I feel my anger bubble within me. I don't like being told what to do, especially by power-hungry rich boys like Taehyung.
"I heard you. I just didn't respond." Taehyung's eyebrows shoot up, clearly not thinking I would respond to him so cruelly.
"Wow. You got a mouth on you kid." I see Taehyung's lips switch up in a smile. Why? I'm not really sure. "I was just going to ask what you were doing. Your names Jimin, right?"
I squint at the wealthy man. Clearly suspicious of why a guy like him would ever want to talk to a guy like me, but I nod nonetheless. "I saw you crouching outside the game store before I even went in. That was an hour ago. Do you got nothing better to do then to sulk about the old man's death?"
My anger was bubbling before, but now it has just overflowed. No one, and I mean no one, but I understood how kind and special that man was. And for this rich bitch to shit on that "old man" as he called him, when he knew nothing about him, made my blood boil.
"Listen here you - you money whore."
I jab a finger into Taehyung's chest, and he fucking smiles. Fuck him and fuck this!
I continue, loudly, "That old man was the kindest guy in this entire stupid town. And you bought his office and decided to reconstruct it without even thinking about the memories that place had! It was the only place I fucking had. The only decent memories I have was with that 'old man' were inside that office. So you can shove the money you got from the place right up your ass!"
Taehyung starts to laugh at my last comment. I falter at his weird reaction to my insults. Not understanding what was funny about anything I just said.
"I prefer to give, not receive. But I'll take your insults in shorts." I feel my face heat up at what Taehyung was implying. My embarrassment gets the best of me, and I look away from Taehyung altogether. This must of just fired Taehyung up, because now he has the audacity to say, "You're a virgin, ain't you?"
I don't answer or look at him. I just continue looking wide-eyed at my beaten-up blue shoes. Hoping he'll leave the question alone, and this conversation entirely.
Why the fuck won't he just leave me alone?
"Mhmm. Touchy subject, outsider?"
"Don't call me that," I rush out.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Listen, your homeless right?" This time I look up at him. It wasn't exactly a secret. Everyone in town knew I was some sort of runaway. I moved into this town with only the clothes on my back, so after the old man died and I was kicked out, there was only so much that could happen to me in the end.
"I'm going to take your silence as a yes. What if-" Taehyung inches closer to me, his Gucci or some sort of expensive brand cologne wafting in my face. "I had a proposition for you."
I raise an eyebrow at his words. What would Taehyung want from a homeless runaway like me? I have no property to sell. The most money I got is two dollars, and even if I had money before today the only type of interaction I got from Taehyung in the past was judgmental stares. Yup, doesn't make sense.
"What kind of 'proposition'?" I ask. Taehyung steps away from me, puts his finger against his lips, and starts scanning his eyes up and down my frame. Making my skin crawl underneath his heated gaze. It's then I realize what he meant by "proposition."
I was about to scream out a big fat screech of a HELL NO... until Taehyung said a number.
"A thousand dollars." My eyes go wide. "A thousand dollars to be mine for the night. If you end up coming back for more well-" he smiles with shiny white teeth "-the pricing can be altered."
I fucking falter. I actually fucking falter at this proposition. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think I would be contemplating a yes or no answer to this question. But I'm broke, homeless, and don't have money for food. The last time I ate was a half-eaten muffin I stole from the bakery down the streets garbage. That was two days ago.
I look away from Taehyung, actually thinking this through. One thing for sure, even if I do say yes, I would never come back for a second go-around with him. But that's not the issue... Do I really want to sell my virginity off for money? And not to just some stranger, but to a man that's taken over this town with nothing, but his money and conniving tongue. No - I shouldn't. But I need food and-
I hear a finger snap in my face, and it's Taehyung snapping to get my attention. I don't know if he said anything, but I don't care anyway. My answer should be no. My answer-
"How about 1,500?"
What. The. Fuck. What the actual fuck! I'm sweating bullets now, but luckily the rain is hiding this embarrassing reaction I am having from hearing these numbers out loud.
"1,500 to be mine for the night. I won't tell a soul, and I could give a shit less if you tell anyone in town. Most people in this town are either fucking people for money, or spending money to get fucked anyway."
I don't know why I said it, but the first thing that came to mind after he explained this town's horniness was, "I'm not a whore."
Taehyung smiles again. He kinda looks, relieved? But then again he did just confront me on being a virgin, so I very much doubt that. "What will it be, Jimin?"
Taehyung steps forward, and I step back until my body hits the brick wall of the game store. Taehyung cages me with his arm above my head, looking down at me. My body's reaction is to shake uncontrollably. I try to tell it to stop fucking moving but to no avail. Taehyung is so close to me that if he were to move ever so slightly our noses would touch.
"Will you be mine tonight?" His voice is now dripping with lust. Five seconds ago his voice was all business. Even talking about the opportunity to prostitute myself to him, he was sounding like it was a business opportunity instead of a body buying opportunity. Now... his voice is hitting places I don't want it to hit. Making my face red, and blood no longer boil but instead traveling to places I don't want it to.
And I hate myself for it. And I hate myself even more for my next words too.
"Yes."
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The Taehyung mansion. Truthfully, I avoided this place like the plague. It just reminded me of a time when I lived in a similar place, and had a similar life to Taehyung. A life I ran away from and don't plan to look back on.
That's right. Me, Park Jimin, used to be a rich bitch just like Taehyung. But I gave that all away. I was done with being bribed by my parents to pretend to be someone I wasn't, and I was done with being controlled by my parents and their money. I didn't want handouts of money from others to be my life.
Ironic, isn't it?
Now I'm at the Taehyung mansion to let the owner do whatever he wants to me for money. How did my life lead to this? To be rushed in through the too big to be real doors of the mansion by a power-hungry owner. To then being rushed into an office without much time to look around. But I didn't need to look around much, I can tell Taehyung is the only one that lives here and the only people that go in and out of this place are businessmen and servants.
Fuck, what am I doing here?
When the office doors get shut behind me, Taehyung lets go of my hand that's he's been holding to drag me through his home. When he first grabbed my hand, after stepping out of his luxury car, I cringed at how warm it was. I wanted his hand to feel disgusting, and to feel like hands coming from Satan himself. But that's not how they felt. They felt warm, and safe. Everything they really weren't.
As Taehyung steps around me, he smirks in my direction before he directs himself to the liquor cabinet he has near his desk. I swallow the lump in my throat, and try my best to stop the full-body tremble I'm having right now.
Just think about the money, Jimin. Your only here for the money. And once you get that money, you can leave here and forget this ever happened.
But even as I tell myself that, and try to breathe, rather heavily mind you, It's not calming me down at all.
I hear Taehyung put ice into a glass, and then I hear the pouring of some type of alcohol. All I see is his back right now, so I wouldn't know what it was. It wasn't until Taehyung raised the bottle above his head that I saw what it was. Whiskey - most likely an expensive brand too.
Taehyung shakes the bottle over his head. "Do you want a glass?"
I swallow and blink a few times. Hoping I don't stutter my following words. "I'm fine. Thank you."
Taehyung turns around then, setting the bottle down on the glass table he poured the contents of his drink at. He swirls the drink in his hand like some mob boss instead of a businessman, then raises an eyebrow at me. "You sure you don't want to rethink that?"
I scrunch my eyebrows together, clearly confused by what he's implying. And I guess he loved my reaction because then he smiles. He downs his drink in one gulp, sets the glass down, then walks straight over to me. The second I start to back up, he stops in his tracks.
"The liquor could loosen you up. You seem..." He scans my body up and down, sending chills down my arms and neck, thinking of his next words carefully. "Tense."
It's a statement, not a question. And it's a true statement.
"How can I not be?" I hear myself say before I realize it. Taehyung gets closer to me again, but this time I don't retreat. I can't be playing cat and mouse with him right now by stepping away. I have a job to do after all if I can even call it that.
Taehyung lifts his hand, and I flinch when it gets in my eyes view. He pauses, his hand inches from touching my face.
I watch as his hand slowly grazes my jaw with the tips of his fingers. Following the crease of my jaw bone to my chin. I watch Taehyung bite his lip, eyes staring right at my mouth, and I clench my fists beside me. Not knowing if my body wants to punch him or touch him in return. Hating myself for the confusion.
I know Taehyung is attractive. If he had a better personality and wasn't so obsessed with land and power, I could see myself loving this experience with him. But that's not how he is. And I hate that my body is not hating his touches or getting the memo of who he is.
He slowly moves his fingers from my chin up until his thumb reaches my bottom lip. His warm fingers making my lips want to kiss the soft surface, but I refrain as much as I can. Rejecting my body's nasty wants.
Taehyung gently pulls my bottom lip, a soft sound coming from my dry lips detaching themselves. "Has anyone ever told you, you got a real fuckable mouth?"
If my face wasn't red before, it definitely is now. The embarrassment from his words overtook my sexual drive for a moment.
I say, "Has anyone ever told you, your a real pervert?"
Taehyung snorts, then he takes his hand away from my mouth. My lips now missing the feeling of his skin against them. I shake my head, wanting to go back to before Taehyung's smell and touch was ever a part of my senses.
"Alright... Straight to business then."
Before I had any time to react, I was getting pulled by my arm to the other side of his desk. Taehyung kicks his chair away, and my front hip bones are then being pressed against the hardwood. I hiss and make a 'Ack' noise when he grabs my hair. Pulling my head back against his shoulder. His tongue runs a strip up my neck all the way to my ear. I feel his teeth bite my lobe, and I start to shake uncontrollably.
I can now feel the entire outline of Taehyung's body behind me, and I especially feel his hard dick pressing against the back of my ass. I'm now feeling a great deal of fear about all this. Before I did feel some fear, who doesn't have some nerves when knowing they're about to get fucked for the first time? But now, feeling him from behind me, I have to close my eyes and pretend it's not there. To pretend his very big dick isn't about to fuck me somewhere that's barely even been explored by myself.
My fear must have been clear on my face, because I feel Taehyung's hand in my hair lighten up a little. His teeth let go of my ear, and he whispers softly in my ear, "You are a virgin."
Again, he didn't ask. He stated, and his statement was true. 10 points to Taehyung for realizing the obvious!
I shut my eyes and say, "Y-yes." Not caring enough for the stutter and instead hoping my answer will make him be more gentle towards me. I already can tell Taehyung is in no way a gentle lover, who wants to care for you and make you enjoy this experience as much as he is going to.
This isn't a movie. He wants to fuck, and he will fuck whoever that's willing and on top of that doesn't care if you feel the same pleasure as him.
Taehyung sighs next to my ear, and I feel him lightly kiss my neck. Making me swallow in return. He lets go of my hair, instead grabbing onto the nape of my neck more gently than he did my hair. "Then I guess it's good for you to know: I've never had someone leave my bed... unsatisfied."
It doesn't help. It doesn't help at all because I think he's a fucking lier! His next words just prove me further, "Take off your clothes."
I clench my eyes shut, and breath in all the air I can muster. Starting with the buttons on my shirt, I slowly comply with his command. It felt like hours until I got all of my clothing off. I felt Taehyung's eyes from behind me watch everything I do. I don't look at him once. Looking at him now would make this to real. Knowing he's the first person besides myself to see me this vulnerable, would just push my embarrassment off the scales.
I feel his bodies outline against my back again. If his cock wasn't hard before, it's definitely hard now. Pushing right against me with the only barrier between us being his black slacks. His hand returns to grabbing the back of my neck, and I feel him slowly push my head down- bending me over the desk.
I feel a stray tear run across my cheek, and before I can wipe it myself, Taehyung wipes it for me with his knuckle. "You don't have to cry." Don't I? Don't I have to cry? In fact, why shouldn't I cry? "I'll be good to you."
Fucking lier.
I hear a bottle open from behind me. Not a wine or soda bottle, but a bottle that's similar to the one you use for shampoo. Even though I'm curious about the sound, I don't look at Taehyung. If I look at Taehyung now, I have a feeling I'll want to run out of here before the deed is done and I really need the money.
"Breath Jimin." I'm not sure if Taehyung or I said it to myself. But it's the only advice I can really have in this situation. I turn my head to the side, looking at the weird graphic-looking painting on the wall. Trying to distract myself with the funky colors crossing each other on the canvas.
I hear his fly get undone, and just when I think he's going to start the painful experience I have been predicting, something much smaller touches my hole. This is when I glance behind me and realize Taehyungs fingers are what's touching me.
Just when I'm about to ask what he's doing, I feel his finger slowly enter me. I squeeze my eyes shut, clench every body part I have the ability to, and moan out hurtfully. Taehyung places his other hand on my hip, rubbing the surface of my skin there. "Relax Jimin," Taehyung whispers into the quiet room.
I nod my head, then feel his finger go deeper inside me. It hurts each time a knuckle passes my opening, but I try my best to relax. Although I don't know what he's doing, he did say I'm "his" for the night, so this must be just something he likes.
But then Taehyung explains, "If I were to just stick my dick in you now, then not only would it hurt beyond belief but it would most likely tear up your insides."
With his explanation, I breathe out a sigh of relief and nod my head in understanding. So this isn't for him, this right here is for me. And the process he's doing is slowly becoming less painful as I feel his finger slowly move in and out of me. When it starts not to hurt at all anymore, I glance behind me at Taehyung's face. He looks like he's concentrating on something.
"Taehyung, what are you- fuck!"
"Found it," Taehyung says with clear excitement in his voice. But I can't even concentrate enough to ask what exactly he "found" because whatever part inside me he just touched made my entire body get wrapped in pure euphoria.
Taehyung's finger begins a faster pace, and I'm hating the fact that I want to tell him to move faster. It feels so fucking good!
I'm moaning up a storm, and scratching into the desk by the time Taehyung has entered another finger. That finger hurt a little, but he kept hitting this spot inside me that has my body not caring about pain at all right now.
"Please Taehyung," Did I just say that?
Instead of saying anything, Taehyung's fingers move faster inside me, and I feel his lips kiss down my back. His lips feel like pillows against my skin, and the electric shocks running through my body is rising the growing feeling inside me. I find myself pushing back against his fingers wanting to chase this amazing feeling. Feeling myself about to explode all over the red carpet below me.
But then he pulls his fingers completely out. I let out an embarrassing groan, and my eyes widen for what just happened. I know this wasn't the act itself, but I can't believe his fingers alone made me so close to cumming. My breathing is so heavy now, and I'm so bewildered by what just happened.
I hear him start to laugh behind me, so I turn my head to face him. Not having the energy to move anything else. I see his wide smile, and in my pleasureful state, it looks quite beautiful. Like a smile I would want directed at me all the time. "I told you no one has ever left my bed unsatisfied. Did you think I was a lier, baby?"
At the pet name, I turn away again. Deflecting his question altogether. I hear him laugh again, and once again his body is pressed against mine. But unlike before, there's no barrier between us. Making my entire body freeze.
I feel him align himself at my entrance. If his fingers showed me anything, it's that anything entering me for the first time hurts. I'm not dumb. I knew it would, but how can something like that fit inside of me?
He doesn't move and neither do I. It isn't until I feel his other hand rub against my back that I feel my body start to slightly calm down. "That's it Jimin. Relax and... please forgive me"
Forgive him? His hand moves to the nape of my neck, holding me steady and in his control. I don't understand what he means by forgiving him, until he enters.
With one strong and forceful thrust, he enters me fully. I let out a loud and long, 'Ack' and then the only thing I can hear is white noise. Static filled my senses, and tears filled my eyes. Unlike before, Taehyung isn't gentle. He isn't patient. He fucks and thrusts and enters me over and over again. Fast and rough.
As the white noise clears, the pain doesn't. I hear Taehyung's grunts behind me, and my own rough moans coming out of me. I know for sure Taehyung lives alone now, because of how loud I'm being there's no way anyone in this house doesn't hear me.
The slaps of skin get louder as Taehyung increases his speed. Not letting up on me at all. I see my tears begin to pool on the desk. Making the brown wood look darker in the spots the tears fall on.
My nails are scrapping into the wood. I feel the wood splinter my skin, but it doesn't hurt as much as the rest of me feels.
I try lifting my head, to at least stop the scratching against my cheek, but Taehyung pushes my head back down by my neck. Dominating my entire body with one motion.
Not understanding why, but Taehyung begins to slow at some point. I think he's getting close, since he's moving his body in weird motions, like he's trying to find- oh.
Once again Taehyung finds the one part inside me, the part that made me want to beg him to fuck me before, and hits that part of me over and over again. My back is arching, my moans are no longer pained but euphoric, and the speed of his thrusts are right back to before. Fast, rough, but now instead of pain my entire body is feeling like it's flying.
And I hate it.
I hate that he can so easily go from making me feel the worst pain in the world, to making me feel like all I want is for him to touch me. I'm not sure what's worse: Him fucking me to the point I feel like I'm dying, or him fucking me to the point I'm begging for more.
Out of the two options, currently, I'm god damn begging.
"Yes! God. Fuck. Stop- no. Shit- yes!" I scream as he continues to hit the spot inside me. The hand on my neck tightens, and I feel his other hand holding my hip, squeezing the bone. There's no pain though, instead it intensifies the pleasurable feeling I'm getting.
It rises, and rises, until... I'm done for. I'm cumming on whatever is in front of me and underneath me. My ass clenches around him, my nails scratch at the desk, my eyes squeeze shut, and I'm uncontrollably cumming and moaning for what feels like hours instead of seconds.
Taehyung doesn't let up on me, though. He continues to ride me out until the last drop of my cum is out of me. I'm not sure if he was waiting for this, but right when I stop cumming I feel him grunt behind me and spill himself inside me. Further stretching me with his cum, and I start to feel some of it spill down my leg. Now I'm just realizing he didn't use a condom, but at the moment, I don't care.
How can I care about anything else but- but... him.
Fuck Jimin.
I thought he would pull off of me then, but he doesn't. His still-clothed chest lays against my back, his cock still inside me, and his teeth graze my ear. I feel myself clench around him. The once terrible feeling of his teeth on my ear now feels so pleasurable.
Damn you Taehyung. And damn you for making me feel okay with your next words,
"We're not done yet."
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The next morning, I felt like a truck ran me over. I'm on my stomach, but even my slight movements are making my ass and back feel inflamed. Reminding me instantly of the many, many things we did last night.
I can't even tell you how I ended up in this bed. At one point Taehyung was fucking me on the floor, then against the wall, and then I guess at one point in the bed. I lost count of the number of times I cummed with Taehyung's name on my lips. Feeling really weird about that fact now. Even more weird than knowing I lost my virginity to him.
I physically slap myself when my lips twitch into a smile. Not wanting to be okay with the events that happened yesterday... but I am.
I very slowly turn over in the bed that I assume is Taehyung's. I place my bare feet on the floor, and breath out all the oxygen in my lungs. Keeping my eyes closed because that's my body's reaction to pain now.
When I'm okay enough to open my eyes, a yellow piece of paper gets my attention, and then my jaw drops. Underneath that piece of paper, is a stack of cash. All hundreds.
I pick up the cash in one hand, and the piece of paper in the other. Now just realizing Taehyung is not next to me when I turn to look at the other side of the bed. I count the cash because I can. And smile the biggest smile I've made in a long time.
After counting the cash, all 1,500, I read the yellow note that was on top.
Will discuss payment arrangements next time. I told you, you would leave here satisfied
- Taehyung
I know I should be insulted that he assumes I enjoyed it so much that I would whore myself to him again... but I'm actually okay with it. He's not in front of me, and he can't read my thoughts, so I can say I'm okay with this being my "arrangement" with him.
But what annoys me now is him constantly saying he's never had someone leave his bed unsatisfied. Does that mean there are others? Am I not the only other person in this town willing to do this "arrangement" with him?
I gain a twinge of jealousy, but I shut it down right away. This is for the money and money only. But it wouldn't hurt to ask him about it next time.
Warnings: Pole dance, Premature ejaculation, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, First time in a long time, Confessions, Anxiety attack.
Index | Ch.19
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I know some people are going to call me ridiculous, wiped, or even delusional... but I just can't give up on Daisy.
After the night I found out what she does for work, I went home and cried for hours. I even called out of work the next day for the first time since I started working there when I was sixteen. I only got the job because it was the closest thing in town that was to my real dream. That, and my father just died from getting drunk and swimming in a pool, so I really started focusing on my dream after that.
But instead of my dream of becoming an actor, the only thing that's been on my mind this past week is Daisy. How I found out about her job; how we left things; how sad she looked while she broke us off; and, worst of all, how I let her go.
Besides Daisy telling me I shouldn't talk to her anymore, letting her go was what made me cry the most. Me being a coward was always the norm. I never take risks, and maybe that's why I'm still living in a town where dreams never come true. But now I'm glad I never left this town because if I did then I would have never met her.
I think about everything Daisy and I ever did together. All the movie marathons, the snacks we would steal and eat from the movie theater, the excitement in her eyes when she was showing me her comic books. I never thought a girl like Daisy would ever be a fan of Batman, but I also never thought I would ever fall in love with a girl like Daisy either.
If I were to tell anyone about my situation with Daisy, I know they would tell me to just get over her. That she's not worth my time or energy. That a "whore" like her only wants dick and the money you give them... but that's not my Daisy. My Daisy is sweet, and kind, and gives guys like me the time of day to talk about stupid shit like my favorite color! Daisy is the girl I love, and I don't care that she's a stripper or a prostitute... I just want her safe.
I want her safe, and to be mine only. I want to take her out of that line of work, and show her a world where I will love her until the end of the earth. I want to show her what our life could be like. Me as a - hopefully - big actor, and her being a hairstylist at a high-end beauty salon.
Daisy is always doing her hair in some way. Even though I love her naturally wavy hair, seeing her hair in a different style every day always fascinated me. Although she doesn't voice her dream often, I can tell she loves the craft of hairstyling a lot. I want to give her that dream. I want her to have that dream more than I want my own dream to come true. And most importantly... I want her to mine, and mine alone. I at least want that dream to come true, or maybe even show her the possibility of it.
I guess that's why I'm here, standing in front of the Lee club and staring at it like it's a toxic waste joint instead of a sex and strip club. As much as I tried not to think about Daisy with other men, it was really hard not to. I felt bad even thinking about Daisy and me being intimate in that way, me knowing she is so much more than just a sex object, but her beauty would sometimes take over my urges at night. The men that visit her here, don't give a shit about who she is as a person. They want one thing and one thing only, and I hate that Daisy has a job surrounded by those types of men.
I close my eyes and take in a lung full of air, and tried to blow out all my anger with it. After a few minutes of meditation in front of this fucking sex and strip club, I open my eyes and walk through the doors.
I've never been to a strip club before. Not even when I turned eighteen, and some of my old friends tried to drag me to one. I just found them degrading, especially clubs like this.
A girl with black hair, wearing the smallest pair of underwear and bra set I've ever seen on a woman, is spinning around the pole with her legs wide open. She has tattoos everywhere on her body, starting from her ankles and stopping at her neck. The new doctor in town, Liam, is throwing bills all around her. The girl is snatching up all the cash with her one hand, all the whirl still spinning and holding herself on the pole with the other.
I swallow while watching the erotic tricks, but it doesn't make any blood flow travel south. I take my eyes off the stripper and start walking around the club in search of Daisy. After five minutes have passed and not finding her, I begin to think maybe she doesn't work tonight. Or an even better possibility, maybe she doesn't work here anymore.
But before that thought could really implant in my mind, the tattooed stripper leaves the stage, and the next one comes out... and it's Daisy.
I actually have to do a double-take when I see her. I feel just as nasty as the rest of the guys here when I feel my dick jump in my pants when I see what Daisy looks like.
Her hair is half up and half down but also curled. She's wearing deep blue lipstick, making her already plump lips look bigger, but what's really getting my heart racing is her outfit. She's wearing deep blue lingerie, the bottom and top part of the outfit connecting at her stomach with a little diamond. It's all lace, and just the specific parts for her are covered by deeper lace. It's making her look super sexy, but at the same time, this isn't lingerie she would wear for a lover. It's something a stripper would wear to give little for the imagination, but still covering the parts that people would have to pay to see more of.
It takes one turn of Daisy on the pole, and then she stops when she sees me. I'm standing behind the front row of chairs in front of the stage, and I can see it clear on her face she's not only shocked to see me but embarrassed because how I'm seeing her.
Daisy starts to cover herself, but then she glances around and remembers what she's there for, so she refrains. I walk up to the stage, and try my very hardest to only look her in the eyes when I say, "Dais, can we please talk?"
The music is loud, but I know she heard me when I watch her swallow. She leans down a little closer to me, and responds, "I'm working, Namjoon. I can't do this right now, please leave."
Before I can say anything else, she straightens back up and begins to waltz around the stage. I feel defeated at this point, and watching some group of guys start to throw cash at Daisy is not helping my already terrible mood about this place. But then my eyes widened because those guys give me an idea.
Daisy finds herself back twirling around the pole, and once she glances at me, I slam my hand full of cash on the stage, making her jump. She looks between my hand full cash and my determined face. Then I say with equal determination, "I want a room with you right now."
Daisy doesn't speak to me the whole walk to one of the private rooms. I guess whatever amount of money I dug out of my pocket and gave to her was enough because not only did I buy a separate room, but I bought one that had a lockable door instead of just some lousy curtains.
It doesn't really matter what room I'm in because I'm not here for that. I'm here to talk to her and that's it. Daisy opens the room and lets me walk in first. The second my eyes take in the room, my jaw drops. Not only does it have twice as much space as the other rooms, but the large circular booth has its own personal small stage with a pole in the middle of it. The lights are pointed right at that pole, and as Daisy shuts and locks the door behind us, I realize the room itself is soundproof. The bumpy, soundproof, walling strips on the doors and walls show that someone can be screaming and there's no way anyone outside this room could hear them.
Before I could let my mind wander to what that means, Daisy pulls me by my wrist and practically throws me on the couch. I look at Daisy's face in bewilderment, and she looks in no way impressed by what I just did out there in the main room.
"Look, Dais, I'm sorry, but I needed to talk-"
"Namjoon!" Daisy interrupts me and has me shutting my mouth altogether with a raise of her hand. "Let's just get this over with, and then you can leave. I told you I didn't want to see you anymore, but with the amount of cash you gave me I have no choice."
Daisy then struts away to one of the cabinets attached to the wall across from me, and I see inside a small music player. I shake my head and rethink her words, so I clarify to her, "I don't want any of that." Daisy looks over at me and raises an eyebrow that shows she doesn't believe me. "Well, not like this. You know I have feelings for you, so don't be unfair."
"Please, stop," Daisy says while she messes with the music player, not looking at me again. Even after the music turns on she continues to mess with the buttons.
I stand up out of my seat. "No, I won't stop! I should have stopped you when I let you drive away, and I should have told you all this before. I -... I love you Daisy."
I hear Daisy quietly gasp, but she says nothing in return. The silence continues to stretch between us, and I hate that she's not only saying anything in return but not facing me as well. I promised myself I would no longer be a coward when it came to Daisy, and I'm not going to start now.
So, with one deep breath, I stomp over to her, spin her around, and slam my lips to hers. The crash of our lips has Daisy's head hitting the cabinet, but I protect her from any damage by putting my hand in her hair, so the cabinet hits my hand instead. I want no harm to ever come to Daisy, even if I have to protect her from such trivial things as her head hitting a cabinet.
I pour all my feelings into that kiss. I don't know how I feel about it - well, her lips feel amazing, and they are as perfect to kiss as I thought they would be - but she's not responding to it. Without pulling back, I say against her lips, "Please, love me back Daisy."
After a hesitant moment, Daisy finally responds to my kiss. She relaxes in my hold and glides her hands up my chest. It feels so good to have her in my arms, and kissing her perfect lips for the first time is like heaven on earth!
Daisy starts to push me backward until my knees buckle back on the couch, and our lips detach when I fall back in my seat. Daisy smirks and nudges my knees to spread them apart with her hand. I don't understand what she's doing until I watch her walk backward until her back hits the pole.
"Wait, Daisy, I-I said I just wanted to talk."
"Then talk," Daisy says with a mischievous smile on her face. "I know you will weather I tell you can or can't, and you gave me enough money for an hour, so... you'll get what you want."
Daisy puts her hand on the pole behind her, but she's still facing me. I heard her words clear as day, but even as I repeat her words over and over again my brain isn't letting me say anything. I have a million questions to ask her, but when her back starts sliding down the pole and she spreads her legs open I forget them all. I forget every question I've been rehearsing for the past week.
Daisy glides her hand from her knee all the way up to her inner thigh. I watch as she slowly rubs at her sheer covered core, and I have to clench my hands on my knees to not let out an embarrassing moan because of the sight.
Daisy stands back up and begins walking around the pole. "I thought you had questions for me, Namjoon. Now it seems you are speechless."
I see the knowing smirk on her face, and I hear the sultry tone of her voice. I now understand what's she doing. She's trying to seduce me into forgetting any of my questions. Maybe even trying to prove that all guys are the same and that I'm just saying I'm in love with her for kicks. But that's far from the truth.
I clear my throat and try my best to ask my first question while she lifts herself on the pole. "W-why won't you be with me Daisy? I think you know I could... that I could take care of you - oh fuck."
Daisy does a split in the air, only holding herself up by her arms on the pole. Making my erection now strain painfully in my pants. I know this is pathetic. Me getting so hard by just seeing what was between her thighs, but when I said I've never been in love, that also included not being very sexual. Besides losing my virginity when I was seventeen to some girl I can't even remember the name of right now, my sexual experience is basically zilch.
"I can't be with you because I'm not a good person."
"Untrue! Your the nicest and sweetest... and honestly most beautiful girl I've ever met," I say breathlessly.
Daisy's full of mischief smile falls with my compliment, but by the way she quietly gasps I know it affected her in a positive way. She then slides down the pole and walks around it again, thinking.
"You don't understand, Namjoon. I'm not a good person for you." She presses her back against the pole again, and then slowly puts her hand at the back of her neck to pull the strings there. All the while saying, "I have sex with guys for money. You don't know what I've done to survive in the past."
Her lingerie falls to the floor, and it takes me a moment to process her words when I see Daisy's naked body for the first time. Her body is more beautiful than any actress I've ever seen in movies. She has an hourglass figure, but her breasts and hips sizes are the types that girls get plastic surgery to have.
I bite my lip, hard. Trying to prevent myself from being who she's expecting me to be. Expecting me to be like any other guy that sees her body. Whipping out their dicks to jerk off to the sight, or maybe even attacking her to get straight to what they truly want. Right now, I'm preventing myself from just rubbing myself through my jeans, especially when she starts rubbing at her nipple in circular motions.
I shake my head of any lustful thoughts of coming and shut my eyes tightly for a moment. I need to concentrate on why I'm here. I can't do that while I'm looking at her naked!
"I don't care what you've done in the past, and the... sex - with guys for money, I can help you out of that life. Please, just let me show you. Let me show you a life where all you have to worry about is what movie we want to watch together, and what color to dye someone's hair at your dream job."
I slowly open my eyes, only glancing once away from her eyes, as Daisy shakes her head and looks down at the floor. I don't know which of my words affected her the most, but something made her sniffle and shed a tear that she quickly swipes away.
"What if I mess up?"
Oh my god, is she really going to take my offer?
"You won't." I stand up and walk up to Daisy until I'm on the mini stage with her. I pick her chin up and stare her right in the eyes as I say, "And if you ever feel like your going to, then I'll help you. I'll help you in any way I can because I love you, Daisy."
Daisy's lip starts to wobble, her last bit of tolerance to not crying about to snap. I take her face in my hands, gently cupping her soft cheeks. "I love you, Daisy," I repeat. "Please, give me the chance to show you."
Without anymore hesitantly, she answers with a nod of her head, and then she bursts out in tears. I have to catch her from falling into a pit of tears when a large ripple of emotions courses through her. I try to only concentrate on keeping her from falling, and not the fact that her naked body is pressed against me. I kiss the top of her head and hold her close to comfort Daisy while she cries.
When her wailing cries become only small sniffles, I move some hair out of her face to behind her ear. Before I could even suggest it, Daisy whispers to me, "Let's go home."
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As much as I wanted to since her little show at the club got me very horny, I didn't think Daisy would want to have sex once we got to my house. In fact, once Daisy walked in the door, I thought she would just want to nap or something, but instead, she pushed me on the couch and jumped me. Smashing our lips together has me finally losing the strength to not moan from the contact.
I only saw her naked body twenty minutes ago, before Daisy quickly put on her jacket and we ran out the back door of the club undetected. She's still in her lingerie, but she has an oversized coat on, covering herself from anyone seeing her basically naked form in public.
For me, on the other hand, she rips her jacket right off without detaching our lips and instead deepens the push of her lips onto mine.
This is all so overwhelming. Having Daisy wrapped in my arms, kissing her so passionately I'm seeing stars, having her almost naked core grinding against my crotch with earnestness. I try to tell her to stop, that I'm about to blow a load in my pants because of what she's doing, but it comes out as gibberish and she keeps kissing me harder and harder.
It's when she takes my hand and puts it under the sheer lingerie, cupping her breast in my hand, that I gasp and cum right in my pants. I pull Daisy's body close to me because I start to lose my vision because of how good it feels.
"Fuck - I'm sorry - fuck," I say against her shoulder when I'm finished embarrassing myself.
Daisy takes my hand off her breast and then wraps her arms around my neck. She giggles at me acting like a horny fool, and then says, "Seems like it's been a while for you."
Daisy nips at my ear, and it had my dick already stirring back to life in my pants. I think Daisy could literally cough right now and I would think it was the sexiest thing in the world.
"Yeah, a long while." Daisy stops nibbling at my ear, then pulls back from me altogether to look at me confused.
"How long exactly is a long while?"
I begin to feel nervous about her question. I know Daisy has loads more experience than me, but I still want her to feel good. I still want to be intimate with her for the first time, and show her how deep my love for her really goes. I'm just worried she won't like my answer to her question.
"Um - well..." Daisy raises a pointed eyebrow, waiting for my answer. "Since I was seventeen."
Daisy gaps, but quickly closes her mouth. Not wanting to further embarrass me since it's clear by my blushing that I already am for admitting this fact.
"Wow. I'll be honest, I'm surprised."
"Is it really that's surprising?"
Daisy smiles and shakes her head. "Yeah, your, well... you."
She gestures to all of me, and I smile with pride when I see a cute little blush raise on Daisy's cheeks. I pull Daisy closer to me by her hips and kiss her softly. It was only a quick peek on the lips, but I poured my truth into it. I want Daisy, and I want all she's willing to give me. Even if she never wanted to have sex with me, and I would forever be that guy that only had sex once when I was seventeen, I would be content as long as I had Daisy close to me.
I tell Daisy all of this, including, "...I love you."
My sweet words don't make Daisy cry this time, but I do see her eyes gloss over. I love how sensitive and emotional Daisy gets. I love knowing I can make her feel this way by my words alone. It makes me want to tell her all the ways she makes me happy, and I hope after tonight she decides to stay with me, so I can show and tell her just how much I love her every day.
I pick Daisy up bridal style, and she gasps at my quick movements. As I'm walking us to our room though, she begins to laugh that contagious laugh of hers, making a dimpled smile form on my face.
I lay her down on my bed and then crawl over her. I kiss both of her cheeks before diving in to kiss her for real. As much as I wish I was as experienced as Daisy, so I could know all the ways to please her, I'm glad Daisy is here with me. I wouldn't want to be intimate like this with anyone else.
I detach myself from her lips and swallow even though my throat is dry. Preparing myself for my next words, "Teach me how to please you, Daisy."
Daisy looks shocked at first, widening her eyes because she didn't expect me to say them. She blinks a few times up at me, then nods her head. For the second time today, I watch Daisy slowly remove her lingerie from her body. This time, I don't try to distract myself and act like a gentleman. Daisy is under me, completely naked, and her beautiful body is on display for me and me only.
I want to touch her, but I'm not sure where she wants me to touch her. Luckily, Daisy is taking her role of the teacher as it is because she takes one of the hands holding me above her, and moves it between my legs. I gasp when I feel how wet Daisy already is. It feels like I'm touching a fricken ocean, she's so wet.
"Sorry, I know I'm really wet. It's kinda a problem."
I shake my head, not being able to form words, and Daisy bites her lip when she feels me start to explore.
I explore her crevices and become a faster learner. I listen for Daisy's heavy breathing and watch her face contort to know which parts of her she wants to be touched. Touching the bundle of nerves and feeling her thighs squeeze my hand when I start to probe at her entrance, seem to be her favorite part. She grabs at my shoulders as my finger smoothly enters her wet folds.
Daisy arches her back and buries her face into the pillow when I probe at one part inside of her. Her muffled moan against the pillow sounds so adorable, and it makes me fill with pride to know I'm making her feel good.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm s-sensitive too." I have to keep myself from humping her leg like a dog, her voice sounded so sexy. Watching Daisy come undone because what I'm touching is super sensitive has me wanting to do more.
I kiss her stomach. "Don't apologize for any of it." I kiss the valley between her breasts and speed up the movements of my fingers. "I think you look and feel really sexy."
I guess I pressed a certain nerve inside of her at that moment because she then arches her back and moans so loud my ears are ringing. Not ringing in a bad way, but ringing because I want to hear that sound on repeat for hours.
Seeing Daisy like this because of me gives me the confidence to take one of her rounded nipples in my mouth. I suck on the bud and hear Daisy moan again in return. She's ripping at my shoulders now, but I'm too focused on the feel of Daisy on my fingers, and her nipple in my mouth to notice she's trying to get my attention.
"N-Namjoon... Namjoon, please look at me." At her words, I detach from her nipple and look up at her tear-filled eyes. "Take this off, please. It's not fair that I'm the only one naked."
Daisy paws at my shirt, and I chuckle at the desperation in her voice. With one swift movement, I strip myself of my shirt. Daisy's blush is as deep as mine while she obviously ogles at my chest and abs. My abs aren't that deeply defined, but Daisy still presses her hand into the muscle and bites her lip when she likes what she feels.
"My turn," Was the only warning I got before Daisy flipped us over. I'm now on my back, and Daisy is startling my thighs. Our cores aren't touching anymore, but instead of holding herself on my chest, she decides to rub her palms across my crotch.
I bite my lip and hiss. Not wanting to make any embarrassing noises from just a simple rub like that. Daisy sees right through me, though. She quickly unbuckles and removes my pants and then my underwear, making my dick bounce onto my stomach when it's finally freed. Daisy licks her lips when she sees me, and I try my best to stop the blush that's wanting to spread to the rest of my skin.
I think she's about to do a million things, and I'm completely okay with any of the scenarios.
Will she put me in her mouth? I've always wondered how those pretty lips would look surrounding me. What about touching it with her hand? Those manicured fingers wrapping around me have been in many of my fantasies before.
Instead, she does neither. She moves so she's now on her knees above me, then gently picks up my member, and aims it at her core. Maybe she wants to get right to the main event, I think. But I'm wrong again. Daisy gently rubs her very wet core onto the tip of my dick, and we both let out uncontrollable moans from the contact.
She feels... perfect. I knew when I only touched her with my fingers that she would feel amazing, but this is fucking ecstasy at its peak. Daisy moves the tip of my dick back and forth between her folds, and I watch wide-eyed as it happens.
I pull at my hair and squeeze my eyes shut because just the sight is making me close to cumming all over again. I take some deep breaths and try to distract myself from the feeling of Daisy's wet pussy rubbing against me, but I repeatedly lose that battle as I watch my tip get closer and closer to entering her.
"God - fuck - Daisy... At this rate your going to have me cumming again!"
Daisy laughs, but it's muffled by another moan out of her when my dick rubs against her clit. She then presses the tip of me right at the center of her core, I watch her take a deep breath, then she slowly sits down until she bottoms out. Making all the nerves in my dick very aware of how good this feels.
I know I look ridiculous, but it feels so good to be inside of her that I'm squeezing the sheets in my hands, I have my head thrown back, and my mouth wide open. Not a sound is coming out of me, but it's because Daisy is taking up all my senses. Not even the mechanism of sound is able to work because of how Daisy feels.
When I - somehow - gain my composure again, I look at Daisy and see she's waiting for me. Waiting for me to give her the go-ahead. It should be me asking her this, but I nod my head regardless.
I watch Daisy slowly pull herself out of me, pause, and then slowly sit back down. I have to hold onto her hips to ground myself when she sits back down. I understand she's going slow so I don't cum right away, but I kinda feel bad that she's most likely feeling no pleasure from this. Although her breathing is going faster each time she sits back down on me, I want to hear her moaning my name like she did when I was fingering her.
So, when Daisy bottoms out, I flip her around back onto her back. I take both of her hands in mine and pin them to the mattress at the side of her head. I then thrust into her fast and deep, hearing the exact reaction from her I wanted.
"Namjoon!" Daisy moans with her eyes closed. I bite my lip and start fucking into her at full speed. Enjoying both the sounds she's making from her mouth and the wetness of her pussy.
I never thought I would fall in love with a girl so perfect. Since she's so wet I'm gliding in and out of her with ease. It's like she was the perfect fit for me. I'm close to cumming, but I try squeezing my fingers in hers and focusing on making her feel good.
It's only when I feel Daisy clench around me like a vice, that I start to lose that composure. Having to slow down and focus on making deep thrusts into one spot that's making her arch her back up into me.
God, she's so beautiful when she does that. She's so beautiful regardless!
"N-Namjoon~" My name on her lips even sounds beautiful. "I'm so close a-ag... don't stop!"
Wasn't planning on it. I let go of one of her hands and scoop her head up by the back of her neck. I smash our lips together and thrust into her like it's the last thing I'll do. Going faster and faster and faster!
But this just tips me over the edge. As Daisy is practically screaming into my mouth, I cum inside of her for the first time. I didn't want to cum yet, but Daisy screaming moans, the feeling of being inside of her, and the deep kiss makes me this way. I spill inside her, and I know it's a lot because I feel some of it jump out and hit my thigh.
After a couple more deep thrusts, I pull completely out of her and collapse on the mattress. We're both sweaty and exhausted messes now. I ask right away, worried about Daisy's state, "D-did I-... did I make you cum?"
Daisy, trying to control her breathing, then turns her head to face me and smiles. "Yes, Namjoon. Twice, actually."
And that answer is music to my ears.
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The next morning, I woke up with my head on something soft and squishy. It wasn't a pillow though, so when I reached my hand out to see what it is, and I realized it had a belly button, my eyes shot open. I slowly pick up my head to not wake the person up, and when I look down to see a topless Daisy, all the memories from last night came flooding back.
Seeing Daisy at Lee club. Daisy pole dancing. Seeing her naked for the first time. Convincing her to leave with me. Us having sex for the first time. The way she moaned my name over and over again!
Oh my god, we had sex last night! Daisy... the most perfect, and beautiful woman who's ever walked this earth... had sex with me.
Even now, looking down at her, I still can't believe it. I lay my hand on her stomach where my head was once laying, and it just proves to me that she's indeed very much there when I lay my cheek on her smooth skin. I hear Daisy make a small moaning noise, so my eyes whip to her face. I move off of her stomach quickly and lay down properly next to her. Laying my head on my hand, so I can watch her slowly wake up.
Daisy squeezes her eyes more shut and shuffles around a little as she lets out a silent yawn. With a few smacks of her lips, she turns her body in my direction. Her eyes open wide when her face hits my bicep.
I now have Daisy's face laying on my arm, and my other hand is laying on the divot between her ribs and hip bone. She blinks as she turns her face to look up at me, and the cutest smile appears on her face, making me form my own smile in return.
I didn't think anything would top my list of cuteness other than puppies, but Daisy in the morning passes puppies with flying colors. She then wraps her arms around my bicep, cuddling that part of my arm, then says in the sweetest morning voice, "Good morning."
I feel like my heart could explode! Yup, I can definitely get used to her being around like this.
"Good morning, honey."
I watch Daisy blush at the pet name, something I'll be doing a lot more now because of this reaction, and I'm in the best mood because of it. But after a few blissful moments of us just cuddling each other, Daisy's smile falls.
"Oh my god, I left Lee club!" She sits up and covers her chest with the blanket. "O-oh my god. I-... I have to text M. I shouldn't have left, I-I-..."
"Daisy!" I practically shout when I realize Daisy is about to have a full-on anxiety attack over leaving Lee club. She turns to look at me, clutching the blanket to her chest like it will somehow protect her. "Relax. Come on, breath with me."
I then start taking deep breaths in and out, and Daisy mirrors me. Eventually, she calms down enough to no longer have to clutch onto the blanket as a lifeline.
"Why are you so worried about leaving there, and who's M?"
At first, I'm a little jealous of this "M" person she's so worried about, but then Daisy explains, "M is my friend. She's the other owner to Lee club, Felix's wife, and I just left her there high and dry."
"Why are you worried about Felix's wife?"
Daisy bites her lip, and she looks like she's about to tell me a deep secret. One that she's not sure she should tell me or not... but she does.
"She's the only reason I'm here. I came to this town with her because not much goes on in the town we lived in, but also because Felix is a really bad guy. Like, I mean, really bad. I came here to make sure he doesn't get all rage filled one day and kill her since no one will notice her missing here. He beats on her and... and... God, I shouldn't have left!"
Daisy puts her face in her hands, defeated.
"Hey, hey, hey now." I take Daisy's face in my hands, and because I can't help myself, I kiss her pouty lips. "If M is really your friend, she'll understand. That shit about Felix though, why doesn't she go to the police?"
Daisy just shakes her head, and I don't push further. It's not my business about what Daisy's friend does with her relationship, but it does worry me a little that Daisy works - used to work - with a guy like that. I knew he had a bad vibe to him, but now Daisy just confirmed the worst of the worst about him.
"I wasn't exactly Felix's favorite person, so he's probably glad I'm gone... I should still text her though."
"Do whatever you think is right."
Daisy then gets out of bed to grab her phone out of her purse, and I'm the lucky guy that gets to watch her strut around naked to do it. When she returns with her phone, she sees me eyeing her and grows a knowing smirk.
I watch as Daisy opens up her phone after sitting down back down on the bed, but she freezes before opening up her messages. She turns and looks at me with eyes full of wonder.
"What's wrong?" I ask her.
"If I do this, like really quit my job, will you keep your promise about getting me a job with your friend and support me until then? I don't need 24/7 care or anything like that, but it's going to be awhile until I'm back on my feet money wise."
What she just said actually brings a smile to my face. I don't think Daisy realizes how much I really love her. "I love you Daisy, and with that I'll do anything you need. You can even move in here... O-only if you want!"
Daisy starts to laugh when I have a mini freak out about asking her to move in, and then she peaks me on the lips. "Yes. I'll move in with you, Namjoon."
"R-really? You don't think it's moving to fast or anything?"
Daisy shakes her head and continues to smile that perfect smile at me. "No, Namjoon. I made up my mind last night about you." She drops her phone on the bed, startles my thighs, and then holds my face in her hands, staring deeply into my eyes as she says,
"And that is I love you too, Namjoon Kim. And I don't want to waste anymore time not being with you."
Warnings: Pining, Heavy petting, Domestic abuse (implied), Rough sex (implied).
Index | Ch.17
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I feel like these past few weeks weren't real. Like I was hit by a bus and put into a coma, so now I'm in a forever dream of all things M.
M has been coming by every night to the game store. Playing video games and us reminiscing about the past. From now and then, I'll even pop into the club - when her husband isn't there - just to see how she's doing. I'm always greeted with the most amazing smile and the warmest of hugs every time I see her. I feel like a teenager when describing her, but it's really how I feel. All gooey and shit.
Us getting closer and getting back to the way things were before she left happened so easily. Except, unlike before, there's an underlying tension between us. Not a bad tension by any means, but every so often, I'll catch M staring at me from afar or go into her own little world while staring at my face if I'm talking to her. I do the same to her, I won't deny it, but I've known my feelings for her for years, so the fact that she could be having the same secret longings as me gives my stomach butterflies.
But those butterflies often lose their wings when I remember her husband. During a town meeting a week ago - which was more like a way for the rich bitch Taehyung to flaunt his wealth - M and Felix were there. Every time I glanced their way, Felix was all over M, and it seemed like she wanted no part in it. I had to hide my anger by clenching my fists together in my lap to stop myself from doing something drastically out of jealousy.
It also felt very weird talking to him. Trust me, I didn't want to talk to the guy, but town meetings involve - well, talking. We didn't say much, and he didn't seem like he wanted to talk to me in the first place, but since we were at the same stupid board meeting for the town, we had to exchange some words with each other.
I sometimes hate being one of the now three business owners in this town for this exact reason. Having to hang around people like Felix and Taehyung.
Although, the conversation between Felix and I was this short:
"Names Felix. You are?"
"Jungkook Jeon."
"You own the game store?"
"Yup."
That was it. End of scene and end of the conversation.
He walked away and dragged M with him everywhere after that. Not letting her out of his sight, and I wasn't able to exchange any words with her because of it. It was almost like he was purposely avoiding me, which I didn't understand one bit.
There haven't been any occurrences that I've seen him in person after that, though. I don't need to see the man to be reminded of him. Sometimes M's wedding ring gleaming in the light, or it hitting against something metal, is enough of a reminder for me. Or how about the fact that his club is RIGHT NEXT TO MY STORE!
Even though M being married is constantly rubbed in my face, I enjoy the moments I have with her. I enjoy being around her and throwing in little flirts during conversations to see her face heat up.
This brings us to the present...
"You really know how to handle a joystick, don't you M?" I say right in M's ear as we're battling it out on one of my game machines.
Her jaw drops, but her eyes never leave the screen. I laugh at her reaction and the blush that comes with it. "Jungkook, you little..." She doesn't finish her sentence because instead of saying anything, she opts for smacking me in the arm, making me laugh twice as much.
Both our screens turn black, and then it announces the winner. I do a little victory dance and see M pouting. "Aww, look at you pouting." I squish her still blushing cheeks and make her look like a squishy fish. "You know, you would look really cute as a fish."
M swats my hands away from her face, but now she's joining me in laughing. "Your cruel, you know that?" M says while walking away from the machine and messes with another one right next to it.
"How so?" I fake innocents and walk over to her. Putting both my hands on either side of her and cage her in between me and the game. I know I'm playing with fire right now by getting so close, but it's so hard for me to stay away sometimes. I know if M ever asked me to back off, I would and never do it again, but she never does. She just... lets it happen.
"You saying, 'your so good with a joystick.'" She rolls her eyes. "You know nothing, Jungkook Jeon."
I process her words for a second, and the first thing that comes to mind is, "Did you just quote Game of Thrones?"
I hear M laugh, and her back bumps into my chest when she does, stepping back. I have to hold her by the waist for a second, so she doesn't topple over in laughter. After a few moments of me listening to her beautiful laughter, M eventually gets a hold of herself and then turns around to face me.
I don't move away from her, and she doesn't push me away. Our faces are now way closer to each other than two friends' faces should be.
"Yes, I quoted Game of Thrones, but my words still stand."
"But I don't get-" It's then I realize the comparison, and I swallow the lump that just formed in my throat by what she was implying. For any non-game of thrones fans out there, she's saying she very much knows how to handle a "joystick."
M giggles, and now it's her turn to squish my face because of the blush that has formed on it. I haven't blushed this way in years, red all over and not being able to hide it, but I guess it's because the only girl that ever made me shy like this was away. "Aww, Kookie. You're getting all blushy."
I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that we were only inches away from each other, her touching my face and calling me Kookie, or maybe even the dirty talk she was just implying, but I took my shot. I took my shot, and I'll never forget it for the rest of my days.
I hold her hands on my face and then dive in to capture her soft lips with mine. At first, I think she's going to pull away. I think she's going to rip herself off of me and then smack me in the face for this, but she does neither. After a moment, to my surprise and satisfaction, she melts into the kiss.
I move her hands to hold my neck, and I place my hands on her sexy hips that feel even better than they look. It feels like I'm kissing a goddess as our lips move with each other. I feel M pull my neck, and I gladly reply by deepening the kiss. The kiss becomes even more incredible as the seconds tick by.
I'm already in heaven having and feeling M this what, but because I'm a selfish bastard and always want to know the taste of her, I then slip my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue tasted like sugar and was just as addicting. But what's more addicting is the sweet, tiny moan that escapes her when our tongues touch.
I have to pull away, as much as I don't want to, but M is thinking the same thing as me because once our lips detach, she's glancing around the store. Luckily, most of my customers are on the other side of the store, so I was the only one fortunate enough to hear her little moans for me.
I don't want to stop here. As I said, I'm fucking selfish, and anything that involves M, I just want more and more and more! If there was a way I could keep M in a box for only me to have, and she would still be happy, I would do it. And now that I've tasted her... I want to experience everything with her. I want to learn how her body works and figure out different ways to make those little moans become screams of pleasure. I want to hear her cry out my name and find out what faces she makes when she cums.
While M is still glancing around in a panic, I gently nudge my nose against the side of her face. "We can go somewhere else."
I look down at her throat as she swallows, wondering how that part of her skin tastes, and then she hesitantly turns to look back at me. Her hands are still holding the back of my neck, but I feel them move around. Her trying to decide if this is a good idea or if this could be the stupidest thing she's ever done.
I promise it will be the latter, and I try to say this through my eyes. I pour my heart and soul into my eyes - not wanting to pressure her but really trying to convince her to take my offer without words.
With only one more hesitating moment, she says, "Lead the way."
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The office door only just shuts behind M when I pin her against it and start kissing those incredible lips again. It's only been three minutes since I kissed her last, but three minutes was far too much.
I can't remember the last time just kissing someone felt this good. I push my pelvis against her, grinding against her front, and M whimpers from the friction. The friction made my already hard dick want to rub against her again, but this time I also bit down on her lip, pleased to hear another beautiful small moan escape her because of it. I know I'm going too fast and acting too wild for many people's taste, but I'm addicted.
I'm addicted to the feel of her skin under my hands as I put my hands under her shirt. Touching the bottom half of her stomach and feeling her quiver under my touch.
I'm addicted to the noises coming from her, making all the hairs on my body stand on end. Wanting to hear every sound she can possibly make.
I'm addicted to her and all things her... So beautiful. I'm an addict for M, but I can't try the best of highs with her yet. Not in this office, at least. I don't want the first time I'm fully with her to be in this office where I've brought so many other willing girls I've never given a shit about.
No, M deserves to be the first girl in my bed. The first girl I share my space with and take my time with. My dick is jumping in my pants just thinking about it. But I want to make her feel good now. Even though I won't go all the way, I want to make her feel so good in other ways. Ways, I hope, she'll never forget.
I lift M up by her ass, and she gasps as she wraps all her limbs desperately around me. I giggle, I fucking giggle, as I bring her over to the desk. I sit her on the desk and plant my body between her legs. I press my forehead against hers and hold her hands. I want to do this, but only if she's okay with it. So, I wait there until she finally looks up at me, and my heart jumps in my chest when I see her smile. Her dimpled, white teethed, goddess-worthy smile.
I can't help myself. I dive back into kissing her, and luckily she was expecting it, so no teeth clattered together awkwardly. I'm still keeping it passionate but slowing down a little because I can admit that before, I was being too greedy. My body wants to continue to be greedy, but that isn't about me. This is about making M feel just as good as she makes me for just existing in my life.
I put my hand back up her shirt, but instead of rubbing her stomach, I slowly crawl up further. I cup both of her bra-covered breasts in my hands and squeeze them gently. M moans into my mouth and grabs onto my biceps to steady herself. It's a good thing, too, because then I trail my kisses to her neck, licking and nipping at her soft skin there that tastes like honey and everything sweet, as I push my thumbs into her bra, finding her nipples and rubbing circles around the sensitive buds.
"Huh! Jungkook!"
I growl into M's neck, and I have to shift my body away from her. The way she just said my name almost made me cum in my pants. Not to mention I have M's boobs in my hands! That's not helping my situation at all!
God, I want to fuck her so badly... No! Self control, Jungkook!
I somehow find my control and remove one of my hands from her chest. The other one stays occupied playing with her nipple, and it pleases my ears to hear her sweet whimpers because of it. I move my other hand to run my fingers across her thigh until it gets to the hem of her skirt. I kiss back up her neck, capturing her lips with mine once I get to her face and lapping at her tongue.
I feel electricity course throughout my body as my hand goes under her skirt, finding new skin I've never touched yet. I moan into her mouth when I feel her knee rub against my dick, me unknowingly getting closer to her again and bumbling into it.
M and I are now kissing like it's a race. A race to explore every part of each other. Only pulling apart to kiss other parts of each other, then smashing our lips back together. All the while, my hand under her skirt is slowly traveling up her thigh. The pornographic noises I make into her mouth as I finally get to her itty bitty thong, I will never admit to. I feel my dick now dripping with pre-cum as M starts to rub her knee against me harder. It's not super rough, but it's enough to have me grinding against her knee like a dog.
I can't take this anymore.
Unlike my movements before, I rip her panties to the side, and M gasps into my mouth. I smirk and then touch her pussy for the first time. It was just the surface of her, I didn't go inside or aim for anything specific yet, but before I could explore her wet crevices, M suddenly shoved my hand away and yells out, "Ouch!"
The mood not only went down, but I went from extremely horny to extremely angry. Not because M pushed me away, of course not, but because when I heard her yell out in pain, my eyes went straight to the area. Me, thinking I hurt her in some way, but it was me who hurt her. I didn't see all of her, but what I did see made me want to punch a fucking wall.
Her skirt is risen high enough to reveal her panties... and a ton of bruises. All different deep colors and sizes. It's not, sorry, I went a little rough, babe, type of bruises either. They're the type of bruises that were put there because the perpetrator wanted to inflict pain. And there's only one person who could have done it.
M connected the dots pretty quickly on why my mood suddenly changed. Glancing down at her center, then back up at me multiple times. I see the tears pool in her eyes, and I want to go kill Felix and comfort M at the same time. Before I had time to debate which one I was going to do first, M was running out the door so fast I felt like my head spun.
"M! Wait!" I yell after her, but she's already gone.
I'm now fuming at this point. Not because of M, even though I don't understand why she left so quickly. Maybe because she's upset, I caught what she's been hiding about her husband, but even with that, I could never be mad at M, especially not about this.
No... my anger is directed at one mother fucking person. I punch the office door's archway, and I watch the splitters of the wood go everywhere. I then slam the door shut, scaring everyone in the store, and it just pops back open because I probably just broke the fucking door.
I'm pissed. I'm really, really pissed!
I've never wanted to kill one person and cuddle another person more in my life.
After living such a terrible life for such a long time, you would think that being introduced to an easier one would be a piece of cake. Well... it's not.
I've been prostituting myself since my parents died when I was sixteen. I had no family to look after me and ultimately ended up on the streets. Losing my virginity in the game and losing my soul a couple of times too. Sadly, getting a job at Felix's club was not the worst part of my life. At first, it was heaven on earth since I had a steady pay coming in. Wasn't the best, but better than what I was making on the streets. I also met M while working at Felix's club back in Washington. She quite literally saved me from her husband, but that's not a tail I wish to retell today.
After living that kind of life for so long, my point is that changing into a domestic role is challenging. Finding a job was a piece of cake, thanks to Namjoon. He's been my rock this entire time. He's even been helping me pay for my cosmetology classes. I try my best to pay for most of it now that I'm sweeping floors at the hair salon J-hope manages when I don't have school.
I can't cut hair without a license, and that's what always stopped me from trying to be a hairdresser in the first place. I've worked as a prostitute for so long, having sex and getting paid every night and sometimes until the morning. Going from that to attending school three times a week and having a 9-5 job isn't exactly a similar change.
Like today, I would already have 3 or 4 hundred dollars in my pocket at Lee club, but instead, I'm probably only at half of that because of taxes taking away my minimum wage salary. I try not to think of that while I sweep the hair of J-hope's latest client. His client was an older lady that works at the coffee shop down the street. I watched J-hope cut the women's hair like a master, and I longed to be the one that got her thanks in return when she was done. But I know it will be a long time until I get any praise for hair styling.
I sweep up the last of the woman's blondish-gray hair; then, I dump it in the trash bin. I look above me at the clock on the wall and sigh when I see my shift is almost over.
"Not very fulfilling, is it?"
I turn to the sound of J-hope's voice and see him sitting in one of the spinning chairs clients sit on. Unlike him, though, I'm not smiling. "No. Truthfully, it's really not."
J-hope laughs at my honest answer, which has me tilting my head in confusion. He then taps the armrest of the chair next to him, indicating he's asking me to sit with him. I place my broom on the wall to lean against it; then, I sigh again as I sit on the weirdly comfy plastic chair.
"I remember being like you once."
I raise an unbelieving eyebrow at him. "You remember quitting your job at sex and strip club to sweep floors?"
J-hope laughs at my response again, and I start to chuckle with him this time. Both J-hope and Suga know what my life was like before this. I felt the need to tell them once I met them since Namjoon asked them for a job for me. Namjoon is such a honest guy, and after leaving Lee club I wanted to be just as honest. They were both shocked that a "pretty girl like me" was living such a life. But just like Namjoon, they don't know my whole story.
"Wellllll, not exactly that, but I do remember my days of sweeping floors. This shop." J-hope raises his hands to gesture at the whole salon. "Actually used to be managed by my mother. Watching her cut hair made me what to be in her position so badly, but I also remember it took a while for me to be like her."
I now understand why J-hope is giving me this little backstory. I feel bad for acting like a downer now about the job. It's just so... different.
"At least you were set with a job because of your mom, and she could teach you. Besides the cosmo school, I'm self taught. I don't know if I'm ever going to be as good as you."
J-hope smiles at me, and it's weirdly comforting at that moment. He reaches out his hand, and I let him clasp his fingers in mine. "Not everything is easy. It takes time. You'll get the hang of it eventually. Then, who knows? Maybe you'll be having this conversation with one of your own hair sweepers one day."
I roll my eyes, but it's not at all sarcastic, especially when I feel my own smirk gracing my face. "When did you become so wise, J-hope?"
J-hope leans back in his chair and smirks. "Part of my many secret talents."
"Some of those secret talents only I can enjoy." We both look to the voice and see Suga is the one that just said those words. Him walking in from the front door with take-out in hand.
J-hope rolls his eyes at him. "Don't start the flirting now. I don't want Daisy running off because of your lewd suggestions."
Suga places the takeout, which looks like Tai food from the bag, on the table in the middle of the store. "My lewd suggestions? Your the one that suggested we should do it in the exact seat she's-"
"Shut up! Be quiet! No more!" I laugh when I see J-hope's face heat up in a beat red, but when I rethink Suga's unfinished words, I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my seat. "Ignore him, Daisy."
"She would never! I'm too funny to be ignored."
J-hope rolls his eyes again. "Try annoying."
Suga leans close to J-hope by holding himself up on the armrests of J-hope's chair. "And you love it."
J-hope's annoyed stare turns to one of admiration, and I feel my eyes soften when I look at the two men in love. "Yes," J-hope pecks Suga on the lips. "I do, but I'll love him even more if he gives me my Tai food."
Suga shakes his head and smiles, then does what his boyfriend asked of him. My last hour of work was eating Tai food with Suga and J-hope, and watching them play fight and flirt at the same time.
Watching this perfect couple in front of me reminds me of my own relationship with Namjoon. I find myself missing him a lot, even though we live together. I also find myself having insecurities because of him a lot too. Not that he's said or done anything, but seeing this perfect couple in front of me reminds me that I'm not the perfect girlfriend. I may "look perfect," but my life is far from it. I'm constantly worrying about being a good person like Namjoon, and worrying about how he thinks of me. Just trying hard not to fuck up, and ruin what he have.
Do you know how much pressure that is? Sure, I've been judged before. The type of lifestyle I was living has judgment in the job description, but I'm out of that life now. The last thing I want to do is disappoint the person I love most in this world.
But it's just so... hard!
Every day is a new challenge, and I've been lying through my teeth every time Namjoon asks me how my day was. I don't want him to feel bad if I say how it's really been going for me. That sweeping floors and going to school is no picnic, and I find myself wondering how much money I could have made if I stayed at Lee club.
Of course, J-hope has been making the job of sweeping floors much more favorable for me, and the thought of making Namjoon proud in the future if I graduate with my cosmetology license is a positive in itself, but why does it need to take so bloody long?
I try to repeat J-hope's words to me each time that thought crosses my mind, but even on the walk to my car, I'm feeling my emotions grow worse and worse. I even find myself looking at the Lee club on my drive home in longing.
Jesus... What the fuck is wrong with me?
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The only time I'm not struggling with my thoughts is when I'm with Namjoon. Right now, we're watching a movie, popcorn on my lap and my legs in his, while he's playing with my hair and my hand over his heart. Feeling his steady heartbeat under his hard chest makes me feel calm. Like all of my struggles I've been feeling throughout the day weren't even there to begin with.
Namjoon kisses my temple, and I smile at the contact. This is the place I always want to be at. Being cuddled by the man I love and him being a constant positive reminder of why I should want this type of life.
Although, my insecurities always come back when Namjoon asks, "How was your day?"
My smile falls, and I try to pick it back up before Namjoon notices. He notices, though, because his smile starts to fall, and he raises a pointed eyebrow. I try to deflect the situation by lying through my teeth like I do every day to this question, "Great! Amazing! Can't wait to do it again tomorrow."
I then let out a fake little giggle and look back at the tv. Hoping my lousy acting doesn't get caught by the inspiring actor next to me.
"Daisy?" I shut my eyes, not wanting to hear what he is about to say. "What's wrong? You just lied right there. Did something happen?"
I feel a tear come out of my eye, and I feel so pathetic because of it. I feel even more pathetic as more fall without my control. "I feel so stupid," I admit.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong, Dais?" Namjoon tries comforting me by pulling me closer to him by my waist when he sees me crying. All the while, I'm wiping up the tears I wish would stop falling.
"I-I've been lying to you, Namjoon. Everyday has been so hard for me. I feel so stupid now crying, but it really has been. I w-want to tell you everyday about how amazing everything has been, truthfully, but I-it's hasn't been at all." I dive my face into his neck and cry onto his shoulder. I'm surprised not to feel radiating anger come from Namjoon since I've been lying to him, but I get kisses on my cheek and comforting hugs instead.
Further proving my point on how I don't deserve this perfect man.
I hear Namjoon sigh above me, but it was more because he felt at a loss. "I never expected it to be easy. I knew this would eventually happen, but you've been seeming so happy... I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."
"There's no reason for you to apologize. It's just... I wanted it to be easy. Even when I told you I may fuck up, I was telling myself I wouldn't. That I would be perfect for you. But now look at me." I pick up my head from his shoulder and point at my face, which probably has mascara streaks going down it.
Namjoon wipes my tears, then holds my face in his hands. "You are perfect, Daisy." I shake my head. "Your perfect to me."
"N-no I'm not. I wonder everyday how much money I could be making a-at the club instead of sweeping floors. There's no cash flow with sweeping floors, and your already helping me out so much... I just wish there was a way I could repay you and be the person you deserve."
Namjoon's eyes widen, and I realize I said the words again. The words that put me down. He doesn't like when I put myself down, especially when I say I don't deserve him.
"Stop saying that. When are you going to get it through that beautiful blonde head of yours that I love you, and it's not about who deserves who." Namjoon moves us apart a little, so he can look me in the eyes while we continue this conversation. "I'm in love with you, Daisy. I know all your faults, and most of your past, but I still love you! We knew from the very beginning that it was going to be hard for you to adapt to this life, but I also knew another thing."
Namjoon clasps his hands in both of mine, and I glance down at them. "W-what is the other thing?"
"That I don't care. I don't care if it takes you a year, or five, or ten, fricken forever even for you to get back on your feet again. As long as I have you here." He kisses both of my palms. "I'm happy... D-do I still make you happy?"
It pains my heart to hear the stutter and desperation in Namjoon's tone of voice from his question. This has me pulling him closer to me until I'm wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling his thighs. "Of course, I'm happy with you, Namjoon! The only reason I'm here, trying to live this life, is for you."
I lean my forehead against his, and it makes me happy to hear Namjoon whisper between us, "Thank god."
I can always count on Namjoon to make the struggles worth it. Even if we have this conversation a million more times, it's good to know Namjoon is willing to have it with me. I know it will take a while to adapt to this ordinary life, but having Namjoon in my arms makes it all worth it, especially when our lips touch. Feeling Namjoon's soft lips press against mine has my toes curling.
It's never just kissing with Namjoon. The kisses are full of love and passion. He knows how to tell me without words how much he loves me.
I feel his hands go under my shirt and rub my back. The electricity radiating off his skin has me whimpering in his mouth and arching my back so my chest presses against his. Namjoon moans into my mouth at the contact, and I smile against his lips.
He slowly lowers me down on the couch without detaching our lips from each other. I moan into his mouth when I feel his want for me rub against my thigh through his sleep pants. Me wearing only shorts and a tank top, making the friction even higher for me.
My sweet Namjoon praises me against my lips, "Your so perfect, Daisy." Then he kisses me deeply one last time, then pulls our lips apart. "C-can we do it, baby? Please. I want to be inside of you so badly."
Namjoon always asks me this question before we have sex, but even after the many times we've already done it, my cheeks still heat up in a blush. I guess I'm just still not used to having sex with someone so caring, so it takes me a hesitant moment to reply. "Y-yes, Namjoon. Of course! I want you just as badly, baby."
Namjoon smiles down at me, then resumes kissing me in the passionate yet gentle way he always does. When our kissing gets more heated, and I'm pulling Namjoon so close to me it's surprising I haven't cracked his back, he finally starts to touch me. We've had sex many times since that first time over a month ago, and Namjoon still treats me like his precious doll. Something I've found to like a lot.
He slowly moves his hands from my back to the front of me, under my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands, making me shut my eyes even tighter. When his thumbs rub over my hard nipples, I moan into his mouth again. This time, needier than before.
"Mmm, Namjoon. Please just get inside of me. You know I'm already wet for you." My dirty talk has Namjoon sputtering. I watch with a smile as he swallows thickly and then removes his hands from underneath my shirt.
"As long as your okay with it."
Which, I'm very much okay with it.
I strip off my tank top and enjoy watching Namjoon shyly gawk at me. His dimpled cheeks heat up, and I rub his one cheek with my thumb. I know what he wants to do to me, and because I'm the best girlfriend when it comes to sex, I pull his face towards my breast until I feel his lips attach to my nipple. I love how his tongue swirls around my nipple, and he sucks on the buds so gently, but nothing beats feeling his want for me harden even more against my thigh.
My Namjoon is definitely a boob man, and even though I want him inside of me so badly right now, I can't deny my baby what he wants when he looks at me with such shy lust filled eyes.
While Namjoon sucks and fondles my breasts, I remove my shorts, throw them to the side, and then lower his sleep pants with the heels of my feet. Namjoon detaches himself from my nipple with a gasp when his cock rubs against my very wet slit.
He knows I won't let him enter me until we're evenly matched in clothing. I'm just not into being the only one naked while the other person isn't, and I guess that has to do with my old life. The old life I had before I fell in love...
Namjoon, being the sexy man he is, takes off his shirt by putting his hand behind his back and removing his shirt by pulling it over his head. I'm biting my lip when I see my boyfriend fully undressed in front of me. I openly admire his beauty. Namjoon smirks as he watches me gawk at him and my fingers glide up his abs.
He then lowers himself back on top of me, and I'm wrapping my arms around his neck while locking my ankles behind his back before he even goes to align himself with my entrance. Namjoon places his hand on the couch's armrest, and I slowly feel him enter me.
When he bottoms out, I'm moaning at the feeling of being filled by him again. I press my ankles into his back, wanting him to go as deep as he possibly can. Namjoon screws his eyes shut because of it.
"God, Daisy... You always feel so amazing~."
Besides his words making my stomach tingle, he starts to pull himself in and out of me. The even pace feels so good, and I love to watch my boyfriend's face contort in multiple ways above me because of how good I'm making him feel. I pull Namjoon's face closer to mine with my arms still wrapped around his neck and kiss his soft lips.
The passionate kiss made Namjoon lose some of his control and thrust into me much faster. It gets to the point where I have to stop kissing him to whip my head back against the couch because he's making me feel so incredible. Touching me in the best places.
"Namjoon! Please, g-go faster!"
Namjoons kisses my forehead then starts thrusting into me so fast my head repeatedly hits the couch armrest. I don't care about the headache I may get from the constant bumping because I'll be cumming within minutes at this rate. I'm screaming out his name over and over again and ripping at his back with my nails.
Namjoon, the sweet man he always is, even during rough sex like this, picks my head up by the back of my neck until my face is buried in his shoulder. Keeping my head from hitting the couch. This just makes me hold onto him tighter and clench around his harder, him stretching my walls perfectly. I hear Namjoon grunt, and I know he's close when his thrusts begin to go slower but more profound.
"Daisy, I'm-..."
"Me too! Oh god, Namjoon!"
We both cum simultaneously, and even though this is the shortest part, it's also my favorite. Cumming together is so beautiful; every time we do it, a lone tear escapes my eye. And my eyes don't exclude today. Namjoon holds me against him so tightly that I'm surprised I'm not somehow a part of him. Although his dick pulsing inside of me would say different. I, on the other hand, am holding on to Namjoon with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. Like I'm almost being lifted in the air, but I know that's just my euphoric state getting to me.
When Namjoon and I are off our combining highs, I slowly let myself detach my arms and legs from him while he takes himself out of me. Namjoon doesn't go very far, though, because then he presses our foreheads together and kisses my nose while he tells me, "I love you so much, Daisy. Never forget that because this love will never go away."
Another tear escapes from my eye, but I let it streak down my face. I don't know how I ever gained such luck to have a person like Namjoon tell me he loves me, but I always tell him in return, "I'll never let you go again. I love you too damn much to ever be stupid like that again."
Namjoon chuckles at the memory I just brought up, and he kisses my lips in response to my repeated confession.
This right here, the love we share for each other, is why I'm okay with my daily struggles and insecurities. I'll probably always feel less than Namjoon, but that's only because he loves me so much and not because he degraded me in any way. It's because I love him so much, and my feelings are because of that fact.
This man right here, this beautiful, blue-haired man above me, is the reason I wake up every day. I wake up every day with the brightest smile. Even if I know it's going to be a day hard for minse to push through, I still smile because I know I'll be waking up next to him.
Namjoon makes the struggles worth it, and I'll try my best every day to make sure he knows how much he means to me. He's my whole heart, so I have a lot of love to show and give him.
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