[watashijeon]

𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈 ♡

sharing my heart

⤻ one-shot — ( s ) ( a ) ( f )

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 ♡

never cared about you

cupid’s chokehold

heart for brains

⤻ three-shot — ( s ) ( a ) ( f )

— coming later: tbd

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 ♡

animals

⤻ one - shot — ( s ) ( a )

— coming later: tbd

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 ♡

doe eyed angel

⤻ two - shot — ( s ) ( a )

strawberry cake

⤻ one - shot — ( s ) ( f )

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ♡

after midnight

mon ange.

⤻ two - shot — ( s ) ( a ) ( f )

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[watashijeon]

Mon Ange. | KTH

listen while reading — Is there someone else The Weeknd

— I made you mine, or so it seemed. I might as well be two feet tall. You never will love me at all. —

You’re calling out for his name, nothing can kill this moment. He feels sweetness and ease.. never has he let himself slip. But tonight is his birthday or so it was hours before.

Nonetheless, nothing could kill the stillness.

"Hm?" he’s mumbling with his speech, nose buried into pretty flushed skin. He feels confused, feeling you still when your words came out so blurred in his mind.

“I have to tell you something.”

Completely lost now where this was going, he stills his touch. Awkward and stiff, you make eye contact for what you are about to say.

He doesn’t understand the build up, he just wish you would say what it was. Maybe you had to take some time away from him due to your work.. he understood, he didn’t mind that.

"I think we should end our arrangement."

Oh. It’s so different from what he had just suspected, why does his heart feel like it just plummeted to another oblivion of nothing?

Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s undisciplined and chaotic with his very few next actions.

You need to leave. Freezing up, ready for his immediate impulse, because you know him like the back of your hand. The man picks you right off from his lap, rather rough and he would have time to regret on the meanness of it later.

He’s quick to pointing his hand open palm stiff and stern to the now sad wrinkled dress on the floor that laid lonely.

“Well, go on then.”

Your eyes looked at him pained, you had not a clue what his reaction really meant but you moved. Wiggling on your dress, back faced to him before looking once more to see his distracted stare. He is so out of it now, he doesn’t know.

“You understand.. right, Tae?” oh why must you speak so sweet to him using his shorten nickname in that especially nauseating sweet voice, even the way you are ending this is a million times nicer than he has ever ended a fling with a person.

“I do, bye.”

He’s being so mean, harsh and rude.

Taehyung hopes you won’t dwell on it or let it hurt your heart like it will to his very own.

But somehow he wants it to pain you, make you feel the same burn and ripping he feels in his chest right now. What did he do wrong?

“Goodbye Taehyung.” and that was it, the door clicked and so did his very front one. Left with the forbidden but likely delicious and perfect red velvet cake you’ve made, and a gift that sat perfectly next to it wrapped in his favorite color for wrapping paper on his kitchen island.

And indeed you had to make his favorite cake flavor, meaning you remembered the stupid detail when he told you on a night together.

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

He remembers so clearly on the morning you stayed after for the first time coming over for six months. The two of you had lazed in his bed between tangled limbs and sheets “I will, I will protect you.” your lips dropped into a pout tracing your nimble finger over the man’s jaw.

How could you even say that when you leave him not much later, he doesn’t get it. This isn’t like you at all. Maybe being in pained denial he couldn’t accept the sore fact that someone made the first move on with abandonment.

You weren’t supposed to lie, it’s uncalled for and unacceptable. But even deep down the man knew he was being ignorant, he’s lied to many people to avoid hurt and it was his own field of career to lie if necessary.. that’s all you were trying to do.

The man can’t dare to muster up to think you have a bad bone in your little body that was filled of nothing less of kindness. But right now he won’t be rational with his assumptions.

He’s angry and selfish with dire need for your presence now all over again, no matter the situation that this is. But whatever really, big deal that you are gone. He will find someone else to fuck his life into, you are no different from any other living human with a hole.

…

He pauses.

Never mind that, fuck that. He deserves a good and perfect reason for why you did this.. leaving him in the dark, quite literally. Taehyung can't stand not talking to you even if he never took time to speak so much into your conversations. He still appreciated all of your efforts and presence you put into whatever what you had was, now it’s all fucking gone.

He used to act upon impulse when he would have multiple play things through out the month. But you, you make him stop to think. It makes him wrinkle his nose because he does not have a clue why you turn him to be this way. It’s simply you being you, no spell.. no great manipulation in your words. Just you.

In the beginning of this arrangement he was reluctant given the age gap, especially with the relation that you were a long time family client of his.

Once he became enthralled with someone.. he could say it took a lot to kill it.

You weren’t the only one that had the privilege, he’s turned thirty two this year and definitely doesn’t have enough fingers to count on with how many girls he has used up and nicely dumped off to the side — kindly.

Sparing the honest reason that he needs to focus on his career before weeks later he would latch claws into his new toy, it’s only painstakingly different now.

Much different because he had never held onto a “toy” for over a few months at a time, the man liked variety and trying new things. With you in the picture, it was sickening at the fact that he grew real attachment to every little thing about you. It made him want you more. While he is nothing great of the sort for you, he was only a warm body to give you what was desired. You gave him your body and time, in return he would give you lust driven pleasure.

He was the one who established what you two were from the great beginning, he was not allowed to feel betrayed and cheated. Someone could hate him and he would cackle at that, a girl could scream at the stoic man and he’d chuckle again. Once you lose his interest there is no winning him back, it's as if getting stuck in a never ending pit of quick sand that could swallow you in pitiful eyes. He thinks it’s valid to feel this way, he’s coming to terms with the whole ordeal of what all this was.

Being your damn family lawyer and you had met him when you were the young age of nineteen, a mere baby. It definitely took some time for him to be ok with the fact that he would end up fucking you almost weekly with your given age — he’s not a pervert.. right? But you were a mature girl as you grew up, he liked you for this reason.. different and good for whatever he wanted and still you set healthy boundaries not letting him walk over your toes.

Time will pass nicely, right? He will be fine and move on — find someone even better. A little reflecting won’t hurt his soul.

It has been a little over two months since the grouch for a man has seen you, turning slowly into the twentieth century version for Scrooge.

Promising himself each day he would not give in and call you, you will be the one to run back.

He’s been saying that to himself since the day you up and left.. now his very once high and wild ego was now dwindling day by day and he is pissed beyond belief, because wow, wowww. You really did leave him as if he planned to do the exact for you in the beginning of meeting with you, that was before he caught a liking and it was only for your body, of course.

Yes.. that’s what is was. It was only really your gorgeous body that gave him pleasure to see you again and again, never mind the fact of your amazing personality or one of a kind glowing aura that brought a sweet genuine smile on his usual crest fallen features.

Broken from his reverie he’s receiving a call, he’s been sat still buried in his office since six am. It’s how he gets through his days to not think about you or testing the waters of calling.

The phone clicks and clatters, he needs to get himself a new desk phone or better yet just buy another smartphone. Huffing and puffing, he inhales and exhales seeing the caller id.

“Hello, it’s been awhile sir.”

It’s your father, he has to fake a front for the sake of niceties and also being civil because your very own damn dad has been using the Kim’s for any law or business relations since Taehyung was probably born, he’ll complain and grumble later on to a nice white wall of his.

“Oh yes! Things have been crazed.”

Taehyung really wonders about that, a hotel tycoon can only get so wild and crazed.. right?

“Hmm, I understand. What can I help you with.”

“Ah, Mr Kim. let’s get down to it—“ the grinch for a man licks and licks his lips again out of great big habit, becoming nervous of the lingering for just how long it takes this man to get to a point. Many clicks and clattering over the other line.. the older would continue.

“So, I need to talk through some paperwork with you regarding about merging contracts.”

“Go on, sir.” he can’t be this vague.. come on. Shouldn’t he know better than to speak so small about important shit, god help his ticking time bomb for patience being not a virtue.

Ping

If silence could kill it would be deathly here and now, he receives the paper work faxed over. A skim and scan later — Taehyung feels his heart plummet to places beyond his comprehension.

It’s just so now, he realizes your father has been blabbering about whatever this whole time.

“What is this all for?”

His eyes ogle and ogle for more than a few times he could count, reading the bold letters of “Marital License and Contract Briefing.”

“Well if it wasn’t obvious, our dear y/n is going to get married next month. We have set her up with the perfect man who is a well respected hotelier heir, a perfect match for our family.”

Of course.. of course your father would set you up with a person that is in the same position of business as him, you probably had no word or real say in this. God, why does he feel wrath and anger. He wants to rip his hair out straight.

He should be happy for you, your new husband to be probably feels like home in his arms.

So much that he bets he mends you with warm healing long hugs, and utterly disgusting kind smiles that remind you of honey mixed into sweet vanilla, your very two favorite things.

He continued to offer your father a tight-lipped smile as if he could see him through the phone, briefly looking up from the contracts on his computer screen — faxed papers sitting nice and crisped on his desk. He thinks it’s best he ends this call now before he yells off.

“Ok sir, I’ll look over them and we will discuss the terms and things that will be strewn.”

“Oh that is great to hear! I invite you over tomorrow for tea, we will discuss all of the paperwork then. Yes?”

He won’t allow himself to think about that, he will agree just to get off this damn phone call.

“Yes sir, I’ll see you then, good night.”

Click.

He’s here, he can’t believe he actually came.

Sat in the way too high ceilings for a living area, he will blame it on why he feels this nauseated. God, he knows you live here obviously. It’s been your parents odd and traditional rule until you were ready to move out when they thought it was best, you always said that was why you still stayed with them. What he didn’t know was the bizarre underlying conditions were marriage.

“Ah Kim, here we are.” The meeting begins and ends with the blink of an eye.

It went awful in Taehyung’s eyes, he really didn’t want to hear about you getting married off for a great three hours. It left the man wanting to seethe and bite his mouth off until the older would finally shut up to take a puff or sip of liquor.

Then on he tried to laugh with your father.. even when it felt as if pearly teeth might crack with only how hard his jaw flexed shut.

Your father welcomes the man to stay over for only awhile longer, he won’t accept it, kindly.

He has to get going.. because someone (Taehyung) couldn’t handle on what all just happened. While the hag of your father thought it was a good idea to step out and take a call.

15 minutes before

It’s been minutes now and your father isn’t back, Taehyung decides to dwell around with his eyes to gawk at the various family portraits hung from generations before and other astray framed photographs of little you and family.

He has the urge to trace his finger along the frames but he won’t, definitely not now.

“Tae..?”

Like clockwork, Taehyung’s head cocks in nanoseconds to the spiraled staircase you stood by, gripping on the bar to keep stance.

You look gorgeous right now, still the same as before. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your legs, he’s no better than any other man. He decides he can’t stare for much longer though, clearing his throat to cock his head off to the side in mimicking a fake neck crack.

“Hello.” he decides on, licking lips for the trillionth time and resting hands into pockets.

Your stare doesn’t stutter elsewhere, you copy him yourself — licking lips except only slower and more tantalizing. Or that’s how he sees it. He hated confrontation, one of his favorite things about you though.. is you’d ask too many questions every time you were around. He’d act like he hated it, but bathed in the attention and attentive wide eyes you once had all for him.

It’s only none of the many questions you’d ask would ever provoke the man to deflect, bother him up the wall and make him drop you soon later in his own sheer annoyance like usual. It’s happened to others, he’s an asshole but he could care less because at least he is honest.

Seeing you now gives him bitter sweetness for deja vu, the memory to when he saw you for the first time when you were eighteen — never having an ounce of interest in you then. You were a pesky teenager though, ogling the man like sweet candy for your taking. Nothing unusual he hadn’t encountered before.. only ever moving forward to do his job and ignore it.

That helped some.

Both of you finally interacted properly then when you were twenty, clear that you had matured fast and you were well with holding good conversation. While.. your dear father ran around with his head cut off like a chicken and leaving a bored lawyer Kim to wait for set business meetings to be done, you were lovely company at least.

Then somehow.. something happened, the day where he took your virginity in your childhood bathroom — it was your 21st birthday after all.

It was almost too universal how the world wanted you two to be alone at this awful time. But the moment happened so fast maybe too fast if he wants to dwell on it now, only once comforting the weeping girl that trembled in his arms to have you seconds under his grasp.

You had to, just had to look down at him with those puppy dog eyes choking a mere sob of “Am I not important.. is that what it is Tae?”

God he hated how you said his name, so sweet and quiet. Full of vulnerability and sadness.

He couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you, sobbing over something so minuscule on her birthday, he had a great plan of course. Comfort? No.

Fuck the sadness out of you, it will do you well.

It’s shameful at how he’s too old for your young sweet heart that still had much to see and live.. he’s nothing but rotten fruit at best.

But why did he want to stay selfishly so.

Your eyes did it in for him, they always did..

Corny and sappy he thinks.

He tries to move on with the passing thoughts of why do you need to be claimed now when he was starting to think he could have tried. He hopes you had at least one passing thought yourself of the what ifs and hows.

Present

All but nothing of silence settles between the two of you, no words are exchanged past that.

Eventually steps dissipate further from him to hear, you leave after the stare off you both shared — thankfully your father interrupts.

It’s been a few hours since you last saw him, you knew way before he was going to dial your phone. Doing exactly this, after your third attempt to ignore the countless calls you press accept to hear the expectant drawl of your name in stupor.

You’re sure he’s grinning dumb and widely boxy, almost as if youth takes over for these very small tipsy minutes. His vulnerability is clearly yours now, it’s so viable at how bad he is vying for attention.

You prepare yourself, clearing your throat and speaking as clear and stern as one could be.

“Hello?”

“Hmmmhmm, hello.”

There’s a pause, awkward, but he’s drunk so he likely doesn’t recognize the rising tension.

“Yes, Taehyung?”

There’s a giggle..? Oh my god he just giddily giggled at your voice. No, no your heart isn’t doing backflips — you’re just concerned.

“At your door, open sesame.” you can hear him try to knock like a madman — even if there’s visibly a buzzer that’s meant to be there so insiders could hear from the size of your parent’s insanely huge home.

Drunk Taehyung doesn’t know that though.

Fuck well, ok you guess. Thank god your father isn’t home for the night — you begin to panic but you can dissolve situations fine, it’s your strong suit or one of the many of them at least.

You practically lunge from your bed to tumble over down the stairs, trying to keep him half entertained while you tunnel yourself to the door before the maids could see the odd sight.

Being quiet as you can be with unlocking the door, Taehyung makes it no issues to pull a dramatic scene. Already seconds in through the door staring you down, like any other would be scared of the predatory stare.

But this is Taehyung, he would never hurt you.

All you can do, Slowly watching him advance at you skittering back until you’re pressed to the wall. He doesn’t touch you, leaned against the victorian wall with each hand on either side trapping you between him.

He won’t stop there yet, drawling your name out in a drunken purr “Aw-huh. Angel, you got yourself stuck..what are we going to do now?" like no moral was ever created — toes curled into wooden floors from the deep baritone voice awakening all of your weaken senses.

You try, trying so damn hard and ignore it.

Staring hard into empty eyes, his bags are awfully visible and you wonder if he’s even slept lately.

You’re so tiny and frazzled by his abrupt actions, feeling him slide a warm hand up to your stomach to trail barely under your tits. The same said empty eyes sharpen at your slip of a pathetic whine, closing you into the wall a tad too close for comfort to make you both bump into each other’s chest.

“Wanna fuck this pretty cunt again.”

His words boom into you everywhere, from head to toe and places you wouldn’t like to acknowledge that throbbed with need. Doomed, definitely, that’s what you are.

You can only exhale feeling a warm shiver travel down your spine from the daring slip of drunken tongue. Able to pull enough strength to squeak a soft response “L-let’s lay down.”

It was your best bet to avoid from ruining your impending future, you won’t allow no more mishaps to happen. It’s all for your father.

He settled off with a hum, you were surprised he’d backed off. Maybe the man recognizing the nervousness in your tone, “Lead the way.”

It’s quiet now, too tense for your liking but you can’t do anything you think to help the off situation. Laid in your bed next to each other with a foot of space between your bodies.

It’s uncanny how alike this situation reminds you of some movie you watched with the man.

You feel like you’re steps away from saying the infamous line of “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”

You won’t have a second to think longer when the big bear decides to speak up into the unknown of silence that had lasted for a long hour, “I get it.. yeah, you don't love me, big fucking deal.”

Silence, absolutely nothing back.

“I’ll never tell you how I really feel, angel.”

Your breath was being held for seconds until he decides to follow with cockiness, there it is.

Always showing a slip of vulnerability followed with the man being plain rude. It’s the way your eyes roll that cause a gasp to stutter from him, almost like he didn’t expect your attitude nor harsh yet honest reaction.

He won’t comment on it properly, never does.

“Hold me.” he mumbles while simultaneously grumbling, trying his definition in hard to get you closer than whatever.. this is. Your brow ticks at him head shifting to properly face his pouted features from his side profile, feeling up for the need to deny him only a bit.

“What? Stop mumbling.”

He won’t take a pause this time, thankfully.

“Hold me goddammit.” he huffs and puffs out even louder — yet incoherently all in the same breath. Taehyung coughs, trying to clear his throat and mocks you with a roll in his own eyes of annoyance, like you did something.

That time you did “hear” him and you did what was asked by the big grizzly bear, only you turned to him closer now — seeing that wry smile on his cruel but godforsaken pretty face.

The spiral begins, you and him are going to give into this hell of fire.. only letting it grow uncontrollable by the end of night.

Are you going to do well without me?

Are we ever going to be okay?

Will we ever be fine?

You were too good to be forgotten in his heart.

It was too quiet in this room, silent and tense.

Taehyung felt nothing but regret, fucking stupid as he closed his eyes and mumbled these pitiful words.

Stupid, as he continued to speak gibberish into the room. I feel stupid. I am stupid.

You finally give up on the swallowing of the never ending silence and endless mumbling under his breath, tongue dry trying to clear your throat so to maybe finally speak — maybe even summon him back, and he does. It works because he lets his eyes finally open back.

You tug him into your chest wasting no more time when there’s not much, arms wrapped tight around his stiff figure that takes only just a minute to loosen once he realized you weren’t going to push him back anymore.

It’s not much different though, his nails still pierced into his forearm with thin lips folded into teeth to feel anything but what this is right now. You were staring at him, Taehyung, your father’s lawyer, your first crush and realization that you really only like and desire older men.

Now wishing you’d rather have gone to therapy instead of pursue that day in the bathroom.

You don’t mean that actually, you just hate yourself at this very moment and so does he.

But this wasn't the Taehyung you knew, wasn't the same man with styled hair and sultry eyes.. looking now as real life death in your arms.

You weren’t trying to be harsh nor hateful, you were worrying your heart out and confirming all the racing thoughts you have figured to be maybe going on. Only for them to come to life. He looks unreal tonight, almost unnatural from his usual sun kissed skin. No more sharpness to his look, the man looks fucking sick.

You want to coddle him to death, your own heart feels like it’s going to lurch right out from it’s chest by any second now if he keeps looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes. This was not the look you yearned to see, you hated it all so much.

“Well.” clearing his throat, trying to prove something into air. Maybe it’s a lawyer instinct.

You repeat back to him without a beat to really think, “Well..” you use the same tone of voice but maybe yours wavered more in raw pain. The man wordlessly continued to stare like always, holding your hand tight in his grip in bringing it up to his lips. You should reject his warm touch, leave even, run far.

But why are you still laying here.. melting away.

He was being this gentle and just careful, you would giggle if the situation weren’t tense now.

Long fingers playing with lips, digits ghosting over your cheek with a soft caress. You can’t help but shut your own tired eyes, melting more and more and it was just like that.

His control is gone, so fast and fluidly when your lashes fluttered to cold skin. Whispering his name too sweet and soft almost in prayer.

"We can’t.. it would be wrong.” it’s insane how you knew his intentions from the speed his hands traveled to the material of your night dress.

"So fucking wrong," he becomes almost too ready with heavy pants of hot breath kissing your jaw and neck.

Eager calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips that were on the brink of trembling.

You whine at the tone he uses, becoming easy to his invasion "Don't.. don't speak like that." Eyes heavy lidded, lips licking with each breath that exhaled from your stuttering chest.

He wants you dead it seems, feeling up your body more and more by every passing second before easy fingers would get to your chest.

"I'm wrong like that.. you like it," the man preaches with determined digits this time skimming back down onto your hips to hear his favorite strangled whines "you want it.”

"Ah.. T-tae” it’s pathetic.. sounding asthmatic in your own ears from mere fingers grazing you rough.

"Who's married? Certainly not you, yet."

You pause to mull it over, eyes falling into his.

He truly doesn’t care now, past gone. Nothing can stop this — you need him.. your sweet eyes tell almost all too fucking well for him to know.

He's moving on autopilot when he pulls you to him with no awareness of anything around him, the man frenzied with his only living goal to feel you wrapped around him. Whether it be with loose limbs or his all well endowed cock buried deep between warm tightness, he needed to feel you again.

Your gasps fall out too soft to be surprised at the sudden roughness, murmuring whining moans that fell into a mantra of "We can't..” tiny cries that quickly later start falling into hungry kisses while neither of you had an ounce of intention to stop, no matter the end of it.

Lips already collided against each other in a perfect mess of motion, tongues lolled out of your mouthes as the pleasure binds you both.

It’s disgusting now, strings of drool dribbling to your chest from every pause he took to pull and nip. The man grabs your scalp, yanking you head back against his shoulder. Jaw slack open to give him the prettiest mouth for him to gladly spit right down onto your tongue, so pathetic all for his demise.

Doing all the nothing but moaning and swallowing, open mouth with all your might.

Leaving a desperate plea in sparkly eyes while you wait impatient for his next move, you missed him. Eyes yearning and lips quivering, legs shaking so early on and yet.. your spine just might go limp quite soon.

You whine almost instantaneously and nothing less of desperate while the devious man began to nibble harshly down on your neck with small bites of love.

Moving on nothing but anger and bubbled feelings at surface, shoes being removed, with the stubborn zipper of your night dress slipping down from your shoulders as hungry lips explored every inch of skin that became exposed.

So quick, licking a wet stripe down your chest to stomach to feeling you shake with desire and need, tasting the want for you on his tongue.

“Hmm, your poor husband to be.”

He hated that, hated the fact that you were about to belong to someone. He knew he wanted and needed you to feel the burn that he had been feeling for months since then.

"I'm not t-telling," you can barely form a sentence let alone a proper sound that didn’t make you sound out to be like a deprived slut.

The man can’t do much other than scoff, you having the strength to use that reassuring tone— with such a soft tone and bat pretty doll eyes in lost of such easy pleasure given.

Looking this fucking gorgeous and it’s going to be all for someone else, not him ever “I know angel, not with the way i’m about to fuck you.”

Like clockwork you moan like a bitch at that, of course. Feeling him sink razor sharp canines down into the squishy flesh of your stomach.

Uncaring completely for the fresh marks, he would hope in your future meeting with that man.. you wouldn’t become so easy to show yourself off for him. Sliding his fingers from your stomach down over to your cunt, slipping long digits between sopping wetness — sticky as if you already had touched yourself earlier.

He’s growing impatient, on the aspect of stretching you out when he so gladly craves to stuff you four fingers full. But he’s a gentleman at his very best, always calling out for him in non-stop “T-tae..” or better yet “Touch me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” without any doubt he would answer “Anything for the angel.”

Your thighs already shake from the burn of /slowly/ fucking yourself on long fingers. Tears streaming, overwhelmed by the burning stretch that comes with each motion, soon quiet sniffles and soft gasps turn into sobbing when the man decides to snake his hand and start to tease and slowly circle your clit.

“So perfect, all for me, hm.”

You nod eager to please, blushing all the way down to your toes. Biting your lip, thoughts not holding very well against the feeling of the eager man’s middle finger now slipping out from you to part your cunt and stroke along the sore slit.

“Patient tonight? You must want it bad.” he sighs almost sounding bored, standing tall over you to undo the belt that once looped through his slacks. Long gone leather abandoned to the floor along with his slacks pooled at his ankles, ready, finally.

“You gotta be nice and quiet for me. Yeah? Can you do that for me?”

You’re way past desperate tonight, choking out a broken “Y-yes, fuck! Please.” wild hips winding up for more of the now lost touch.

The older plays coy, smirking lopsided and lazy, kneeling on the bed to line himself up to the pretty plump cunt. Long digits wrapped around his cock, "Open up for me baby."

She obeys immediately, legs opening wider to shakily wrap themselves around Taehyung’s waist. His hips up to slip his cock into the crease of your folds. Grinding there half tipsy now, leaky tip nudging at your clit.

Not wasting another second, the first push of stretch has you whining his name. Long nails piercing into taut honey skin, cock fucking in ruthless at the long thrusts that heat your core up, forming sweat down his neck and shoulders.

“Goood fucking girl.” He drawls with a husky moan, you want to die at how fucking hot he sounds.

He doesn’t care, going faster to no point of being coherent in your mind. Punishing strokes fucking the life out of you, snapping his cock right into your tight cunt. One hand bruised into your hip while the other slipped easily around your neck just enough to have you alert “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”

Lashes fluttering half open, looking with a fuzzy minded daze. Knowing you look like a slut, feeling drool drip everywhere along with the slickness between your legs. Coming to the reality you would let him do anything and you’d welcome it.

"Just like that baby, shit, taking my cock so fucking good," he grunts almost feral with every punishing stroke "Y-yes, " tiny voice choking out, slamming into you with hips winding harder if that was even humanely possible "Love it so much, I-love your cock.”

“Who’s a whore, uh? Who’s desperate for cock.”

“Tell me.” he growls slowing the roll of his hips into you to pull a desperate cockslut spill a mess of “Me, me, me.” you’re hyperventilating almost with how good he feels “M-me, I’m sorry!” god, the situation is a mess but he wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t thinking about filling his load in you and pray to the man above that your birth control didn’t work.

feeling walls grow tighter and tighter, knowing the telltale signs you were about to cum.

“Perfect fucking girl, sucking me so tight.”

“S-stop..” you whine in embarrassment with a broken sob when you feel the devil himself sink deeper, balls deep inside you now.

Back and forth, back and forth.

An addictive dance, once friendly boundaries expanding to something that was speaking what will stay unspoken. Taehyung’s cock sliding so good inside your cunt you were dying with bliss for the night.

He can see you struggle to try and put a hand over your mouth, but the man won’t allow that. Snatching your hand in his grasp “Let her hear," he growls, referring to the maids and starts to fuck the life out of your cunt with no care for how loud you moan or scream.

"Y-your slut," you stutter, feeling him start to raise his hips to meet your weak attempt of grinding back, thrusting upward and matching your sloppy speed. "wanna b-be your slut."

His ego growing higher than before and dick hard as ever, Taehyung taunts, already knowing the answer by your dazed features.

“Oh yeah?” he pants grunting with every roll of his hips, and you can do nothing but give him what he wants. On the brink of tears you whine out broken moans, “So fucking bad, please Tae.”

“Come on." the taller’s strokes turning slow and hard, each one pulling a moan from sweet agape lips. "Cum on my cock.” you’re past coherent, cock drunk with drool slipping down your chin.

The ecstasy bursting through your body at an unimaginable rate,legs feel almost numb, smaller fingers gripping your sheets so hard. Taehyung already knew you would rip them off the corners of your bed, seeing how your own skin burned. Orgasm still sending ripples throughout your tiny body. Shaking as you came down from the high, cock buried deep, cum spilling inside as he keeps your body pressed together, skin to skin. His nose buried in the crook of longer sweaty strands of hair.

You begin to feel the feather kisses he mouthed over the expanse of your neck, his body quivering with the last of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, yeah, ok.” is all he can do to respond, you can only hum in response as you’re being fucked so mind-numbingly good. Body moving along the bed as you’re fucked open for the year.

Your blissed-out state has the man feeling on top of the world, no case he’s won ever given him this much ecstasy for this feeling of high.

Knowing that the same woman he's been getting off to for months, that was only planned to be handed over to someone else is finally getting fucked. His pretty not so sweet angel drooling all for him, ruined for good by just his cock.

The floaty feeling back to how it was, only stronger than ever, the way Taehyung feels so right up against you.

He comes from his feverish moment of just drilling into you, no awareness for how overwhelming it may be. A smaller hand trying to grab his hand to make him stop, he sees nothing less of rage.

"Move your fucking hand.” he snaps with a hiss, snatching your hand in an iron like grasp.

“only I can touch you like this.” he states, hard and stern as if it’s a plead mixed into question. “Yeah?” of course he has to slap you for you to answer, braindead and cock hungry.

“Yes, all for you!” you squeal, body curling into yourself — he begins to dwell how there is not a real thought behind your eyes but his fingers and cock bearing your only passable thoughts.

He wants to laugh, your poor husband is about to be inadvertently about to be cucked.

You moan at how rough he’s being, every yank, spanking and slap getting you more than riled up. Rambling the typical ‘I love you, I love your cock.’

He’s aggravated, not sure why, deep down knowing. "Look at me and tell me what you want.” no way to receive an answer unless he squeezed a generous hand around your throat.

“Y-you, you, fuck!”

It’s not enough, he wants to laugh at his greediness that will not sate him ever.

Again and again, back and forth. Another slap landed across each apple red cheek, going harder each lashing.

“Again.”

You repeat yourself again, hm, still not enough.

He’s done with himself, frustrated and choosing to vomit his words.

“You’re mine, get that through your fucking head.” his thrusts were past hard and fast, bruising now. He grunted and groaned while you continued to moan and whimper beneath him, going so rough he decided to push your skull deep into the bed. Warm palm covering your face whole, feeling you squeeze involuntarily at being used like an object.

“Atta girl.” He didn't stop, not once. You weren’t asking to anyways just screaming his name for more — no mind here with nodding away into a mess full of bedsheets, trying to wind wobbly hips back on his cock to bounce lewdly.

Taehyung does nothing less but snap sharply against your ass, “So fucking tight, mine."

"C-cum in me tae," you moan, seeing white, reaching down blindly to rub your clit in frantic circles, begging at the idea of the older filling you with his cum. "Fill me up, give-give me a baby."

"Fuuuck," Taehyung growls and groans almost feral "Don't fucking say that shit."

"W-why not?" bratty whines beg “F-fill me up? Don't say that?"

Taehyung grunts, pulling you on him, chest to chest, you clamor to wrap shaky arms around his neck. Fuck, he’s holding you upright, bouncing you straight onto his cock. Falling forward with a squeal, crying in pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with how deep he is inside.

"Want my cum so fucking bad?" he hums, trying his best to sound unbothered. "I'll fucking give it to you then."

Your legs clamp around his waist as he pounds into you, cock hitting every point inside your body and you’re so close you think you’ll die. You feel Taehyung tense, and then a sudden gush of warmth fill you.

"Fuck me, angel. You feel so good." he gasps through l shut teeth spanking you with every thrust he gave.

At the feeling of him actually listening to what you always wanted, your orgasm blinds you in intensity, the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps. Body seizing, moans loud against his lips, whining a final tired cry to slow down.

The baby clip once stuck to hair now hung loose, the feeling of warm hands kneading hips before he would give harsh slaps to your ass.

"What do you think he would say," he spits out the name with nothing but disgust. “if he saw you like this?" He shifts his hips, "You think he'd ruin your orgasm?" tone patronizingly sympathetic. “Or.. let you cum so prettily, like you always do.”

He tsks at watching how disoriented daze eyes go through the five stages of grief. Writhing in pleasure as eyes fall closed, breath hitched when he finally lays you back down on the bed. Thighs sticky and all, he sighs at the sight.

“Want to show this cunt off to the world."

“Y-you can’t..” you pout, his eyes watching you fall apart all over again at just words being spoken to you.

“Good thing for secrets.” he smirks his mouth almost falling into a snarl, it wasn’t even spoken this would continue. One last time you agreed.. but you want him more than ever even if your situation is doomed.

“Bath?” he mutters with a whisper of soft kisses to your temple, you nod.

He grabs for his cigarettes, you hand him his lighter and wait until the deed was done so you could put them back off to the side again.

It’s been long since you both have took a bath together. He stretches his arms after he successfully calmed his nerves, you light the stick for him, eyes on him as he throws his head back to inhale. Blowing smoke out, body lazing while it filled with nicotine.

You like calm men, men who dont shout or break things when they’re upset. Men who talked to you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong.

That’s what Taehyung is to you, that’s what made you fall.. hard. You think it over all again in your current predicament, comfortable as ever.

Veiny caramel hands pulling your hips up in the bath for you to be settled nicely. A warm hand fondles your ass lovingly with his other taking puffs of smoke to inhale and exhale lazily, “My pretty girl.” he smiles lopsided before tugging your wobbly hips back down in relief, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined in your own way of retaliation.

Taking mercy before planting a wet kiss on your shoulder to whisper “I love you, Angel.”

Both of you decide on staying silent. Your back rests against his chest, deciding mutually to speak once the cigarette burnt into ashes.

“Does he make you feel safe, like I do?”

You don’t answer.

“I want you, you’re mine no matter what.”

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You are married now.. being due with a fast wedding to no love involved, business as the main goal.

The meets with Taehyung continue and you two make time to fuck when you can — poor Namjoon.

It hurts he thinks.. hurts so bad. Because he’ll have to look at you every month when you come over to be fucked into whatever.

While he is out handling business, leaving him in the spot to fuck you hard and good like he can’t, at least he tried to convince himself of that for his own comfort.

You keep up with the old routine of pillow talk, just to feel the same mundanity this once all was. You think, he doesn’t care what you speak of after he only just poured his dull sad soul into fucking you.

Not caring at how you talk so highly of your new husband and how well you both are adapting with each other. Rambling all on about your blossoming relationship with him, hearing you nervously speak of the plans on having kids together.

Of course not nervous on his behalf, no, no.

Because you are deathly nervous about if you will be a good mother or not, he knows you will, even if things are like this. You think it doesn’t hurt him, when you say genuinely on how he’ll be the “Cool friend of Mommy’s” to your children.

It drives a knife deep into my heart on how you speak so highly of this new life, how well you are adapting. When.. we could have had this.

“Tae..? You there?”

He’s not caring to respond to your rhetoric question that was all well laced of genuine care and worry, Taehyung can be an asshole just this once.

“Do you know what you are?”

You think this is a game of teasing now, he can tell with that pretty smirk plastered on your gorgeous face “What am I, sir?”

It’s too bad that he’s being genuinely serious.

“You’re my girl.”

You don’t take a second to pause, you play into the narrative with a grin that quickly warped into an innocent and sweet smile.

“I’m your girl, Taehyung.”

He only knew that you meant the world to him.. and he, adored you in his mind until it hurt.

[watashijeon]

Heart For Brains | PJM

♪ ♫ songs to listen to while reading 📖 — I’ll kill you - summer walker

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing. sub!spoiled brat reader x sadist dom!jimin

wc. 5k | smut & fluff

(read part one here.)

→ Warnings: (+18) — jealousy and impulsive thoughts because this is mentally ill!jimin we are speaking of, reader briefly dresses like a whore to get what she wants, dollification?, jimin has a passion and it’s photography! (u shall see), being fucked so much to the point of passing out, dating in secret~ a flashback will appear to explain, dumbification duh, cream pie (reader may want to bear babies but do you? do not copy these actions!) fingering, squirting, overstimulation + multiple orgasms, she calls him daddy three times i think? have to warn because some of u cringe at that, degrading left and right, exhibitionist behavior, reader is rag dolled into different positions.. find out for yourself, aftercare.

— You were his doll to touch, he stroked your back and handled you rough when he was in the mood. You would always belong to him with warm hands around your throat and relish in the sweetest pecks he gifted to bruised skin.. Although it’s such a shame that you have a way with misbehaving. —

When he met you at first glance, he’d thought you were like any other girl with money at your avail to abuse. The type to have girl friends where you all could have brunch at a nice big fancy establishment with daddy’s credit card.

Which also meant, visiting spas, having high end girly sleepovers where you sipped fancy lemonade and watched old films doing face masks, including the unhealthy amount of fruits and desserts of your coordination.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t spoiled by heart, no.. you were different in the means that your heart was pure and he’d quickly finding himself fall for you.

Which did disgust him at first with just the mere idea of having feelings for someone, the man would grow to finally accept the big fact when he realized that he was annoyingly bothered at you being close to any boy in your proximity, hating the fact of having to watch your way of speaking to them way too nice and.. whatever dumb sweet girls like you did.

And if you had a good heart and mind with all of this money in your hands — it didn’t mean that your spoiled brat streak went away, yeah..no, never that.

Especially the awful brattiness aspect of you.

This would only mean that you and him were perfect together, thankfully. Anytime you would act out of your place he was damn sure to place you right back just where you belonged before.

He may have had the big upper hand here.. being you were completely and utterly in love with him. This wouldn’t mean that you would mind him always like a good girl should.

You were troubled lately with the great obvious fact that Jimin didn’t bully you as much as he used to, he was becoming too sweet over time.

His mean streak was beginning to fade, but of course the man was still his same bullying self and you’re sure he would be until death.

Today would exactly prove your damn point straight, you hated to admit it but you grown to love when he bullied and pushed you around like a meaningless broken doll.

In the beginning of being together he were sweet yet dull to you about the things you enjoyed. Listening nice and kindly to your random tangents about the stuffed animals you collected, or even explaining your great passion for how much your my little ponies meant to your heart. He was kind to a certain point.. regardless of his rude being that always had to follow with a mean tease or jab at you.

It always made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside regardless, you didn’t know why but it was one of the few things of many that you found attractive about him.

Besides the great thickness of his pretty digits that drummed at a constant on any table in sight, leaving you to drool and coo over him and his body. Not forgetting his pretty bruised knuckles and ring covered fingers, never that.

Maybe you wanted him to choke you out until you fainted, only a maybe (yes, you needed it).

But why keep dreaming about it when you can make this your reality? It wasn’t like it took much to erupt anger from the big bully, (Jimin).

His temper was nothing but short, never over the top of telling you off to genuine tears like back then. He had to learn in being “nice” over time, coming to find out that you can’t always bully your girlfriend or she could actually break up with you. The craziest news to him but he learned with patience and time to be his best.

It’s only dating you now, you could tell that he realized it was best to handle things with deep grunts and rough actions, you loved it. You love it so much that you wanted more, you can think of your best idea that stay drifting around for awhile now — dress in your most skimpiest clothes in front of his friends.

It will do just the trick for what you’ve been wanting.

Jimin is having a great time right now, enjoying himself with drinks on your way too luxurious deck with his friends and the precious moon.

They’re all sharing stupid stories about new fucks and whatever else their drink minds could blabber of, he doesn’t have much to share because he’s found that doesn’t like to tell details about you unless they were to be oriented to his own liking. He doesn’t think anything can ruin this perfect night, listening in on all the tmi about his closest friends lives.

But it’s just so the devil can hear his happy thoughts.. following comically with hearing his friend stir from his seat to speak out with the corniest wolf whistle he’s heard "Here comes your baby, hyung!” they all turn like animals to see you’ve arrived on the deck, and here his baby was indeed. Looking awfully ready to be whored out to any passerby, so it seems.

In through all the darkness that surrounded the darkly lit living deck, his face was now far gone from the grin he was just sporting and he couldn’t believe how your eyes unbelievably were what he could describe to be like stars.

All dolled up, you wear a white floral dress that reached almost above your knees, he really also wants to know why in gods name are you wearing white laced thigh high stockings.

The dress is too tight for his liking to be seen in front of his drunken friends, your tits almost spilling from the top of your dress. How did you not get your own size right? Stupid whore.

You’ve done piss him the fuck off tonight in the matter of seconds, it seems he can only see red now and he begins to feel his face and body become abnormally hot from all the hoots and hollers along with unnecessary compliments at your surprising appearance.

Everyone knew you were exclusively dating, only except from your overprotective brother.

Jimin already has gotten to threaten the group of friends that if they said any word about your dating status to your brother that he would not mind at all about getting rid of any of their bodies, they all knew he wasn’t kidding at that.

He can’t believe even after his so very crystal clear threat to not mess with his first serious relationship, let alone to have the audacity in bothering with his one and only precious girl.

Still they all had the balls of steel to continue at bathing you in unasked for praise, his gawking friends giving your body all the attention with distasteful horny staring eyes.

He knew what they were likely thinking about and it didn’t help at all when one of the boys decided to shift in their spot, eyes knocking your frame up and done in a frantic manner.

Jungkook was one hell of a lucky bastard that he was the “baby” of the group and had the advantage of currently being sat across the table from Jimin, stopping the angry man from proving his assumption in order to choke him out blue.

You’ve got his loyalty no doubt in his troubled mind, but man.. he can hate you sometimes.

“Hi oppas!”

Oh, he sees, hmm. You were wanting to be exceptionally annoying and bratty tonight.

He would handle this all just quick enough and get them out of yours and his very own eyesight.

As accordingly to your mastermind of an evil plan, Jimin would tell all his friends to fuck off and go the fuck home before he and you quote “bash each one of their heads into a hard brick wall.” It’s then that although you’re in a teasing mood that you would rush for them to get to their respective ride or uber home to safety.

They’re all gone now thankfully, you have no time to find your escape route to the bedroom when he walks fast and swiftly over to you.

You’re almost nose to nose if it wasn’t for your height and you have nothing to think for the action when you feel a harsh grab on your cheeks being gripped between rough fingers.

Your eyes were alight, truly proving his earlier thoughts, pure glittery stars for pupils. With how every time they lit up more in pleasure, fluttering back to your skull when he pressed even harder around your neck, causing you to blubber over nonsense for speaking anything.

“What exactly was, that.”

Jimin’s quick down to eventually nudge a knee between shaken limbs, hearing the familiar stuttered inhale when he wraps his hand the tightest he could achieve around your neck.

He swims in the way you shiver and squirm while his hand snakes down hastily to your stomach, over to your thighs. Smirking at the little jump when he can feel how ready you are.

And so, he would find himself here and now.. all over again.

Having the honors of bending you right over on your queens size princess bed, legs open and spread apart. Wobbling currently to their very own avail of being dressed in only but a tiny skirt chosen upon by the man himself.

“Jimi, p-plwease!”

He continues to ignore you, letting you ride back against the thick fingers that fucked mean and rough into your tight leaking cunt.

“I love when you touch ‘n violate my cunnie, p-plea, oh my gosh!” you’re on the verge of screaming while riding his fingers like nothing ever mattered to you, trying your best to thrust back more as if it were his own dick. Until he had decided like the menace he was to evilly pull back fingers from your fluttering hole.

You can’t handle this, you’ve been edged over six times now. All you know now is to cry and hump hips back and forth in the air against absolutely nothing, he continues to push you around and laugh heartily at your shaking.

“Come on baby, spread those lips again.” you weep more, bringing shaky fingers down to spread your pussy lips for one of the cameras getting the view of your pliant self squeezing.

You’re disgusting and you know it, you wish he would just fuck you like the whore you were.

You wouldn’t even mind if he fucked and stretched your ass to it’s very last extent like he usually did, you want and need to be filled.

“Ah, good girl, would you like to squirt tonight?”

You mewl at just the prospect being said so simply, of fucking course you want to, you cry in your own response again. Whining too many yes and pleases wiggling crazed hips back.

You hate that he has you laid on your front so you can’t see him, all you know is that there is different cameras currently filming you from four different angles and it’s capturing every bit of you. Who will be seeing this? His friends.

“Say it then baby.”

“I-I like your cock.”

“No. Say it like a good girl would.” he doesn’t stop at only that, landing a mean smack over your clit pulling the prettiest sound from lips.

“I-I like your cock in my pussy, sir!” you’re crying more now, becoming overwhelmed by his thumb running up and down through your folds like it was a wind up toy to tease and end with tearing it to pieces, maybe you were one.

“Aww. My baby, do you not like it.” he whines to himself in sheer mockery. Deciding on zooming the camera closer in on your cunt and spread already sore puffy lips apart for how wide he wants to, bringing a thick finger up to flick at your clit while you thrash and cry some more.

Still, you don’t respond to his question but he asks again eager enough “Hmmmm, do you..” he presses his thumb down to your clit, harsh.

You try on keeping hips still with how hard he was pressing into you, he doesn’t mind that when he’s already steps ahead onto deciding to flip you right over on your back and push back thighs to your chest.

It’s as if he’s on a mission, spreading you apart even obscenely more than before, you finally squeal out with your already obvious answer “I-I do! I do, I do! Please.” he has a clue you don’t know what you’re saying and laughs breathlessly at you, he finds you pathetic and pretty the best when you’re like this, needy.

Anyone would label you as only nothing but a purebred brat disguised with the anything but innocent angel act, always touching yourself even if you knew he did not approve.

Ever since he dicked you down and took your purity, you became a whore. Wanting his dick in the most oddest situations, riling him at any chance. There was a point that you sucked him off while he was on mic in game with your brother. He smiles fond of the dirty memory.

“Bro what the fuck, what are those sounds?”

Jimin couldn’t deny it anymore, it’s sick enough you didn’t stop even when he knows you heard your brother took notice.

“Ah, getting my dick sucked. But the bitch is noisy.”

Hoseok snickers on the other end, continuing his match like usual. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before with someone else.

He wouldn’t tell you that though because he could not handle an episode of you ruthlessly crying, begging for reassurance that you are the only one. Clearly you are, you dumb baby.

“Well why don’t you pass her to me, I like them loud and sloppy.”

He hears the gasp you exhaled around his dick and can’t help but to bite back an anything but sincere chuckle, Jimin is definitely sporting the most disgusting smirk you’ve ever seen “Huhh, I don’t know about that. I’m really liking this mouth, thinking of making my claim on her.”

It’s insane they talk about women as if they aren’t in the room, you don’t mind it. You love Jimin too much to bother at the treatment.

He tsks, clicking his tongue in disbelief into the mic “The head must be damn good then.”

Jimin shrugs, acting like his dick wasn’t pulsing around your lips.. warning it’s pleasing end.

“Yeah Yeah, something like that.”

He finds himself growing impatient by the second, always doing foreplay and having the sudden desire to just fuck you dumb. Gritting his teeth shut at the sight of your pussy lips sliding up and down against his stiff cock, cold fingers busying themselves with feeling up your calves down over to your thighs.

“You’re trembling doll.” he chuckles holding the same usual gruffness for tone of voice, only words coming out much rougher than usual.

You gasp and squeal feeling his dick prod up against your slit, you grow a tidbit of shy being in this awfully vulnerable position. Legs pushed back completely to your shoulders while tits became smushed to you with a pillow under your head and back so you would be inches closer to your dripping heat.

Thank goodness that you’re a flexible one.

“D-daddy.. I know, I want your cock.. please.” you really can’t take anymore, you’re seconds from pushing his own dick into you yourself.

But you don’t want to think of consequences for a few seconds of pleasure to be completely ripped away from you for your disobedience.

He can tell it’s time once and for all to pound you into your bedsheets, rightfully so, finally.

You’ve always slipped the word daddy when you were a bit far gone from knowing a clue what was going on outside from the evil man overwhelming your senses “I know baby, you think you’re really ready for daddy’s cock?”

It doesn’t hurt here and there for him to baby you, it feels nice, he can be mean and nice.

You only whine back with a stupid bobble to your head, spreading legs even more apart if you could manage to already with how spread apart you were “Y-yes, need it, s-soo bad.”

He sighs as if this was a chore to him, giving his cock a few strokes even if he is already near rock hard. The man lines himself up with the entrance to your pussy and doesn’t waste a second longer of time to ram himself right inside of you with ease.

Barely being any to little resistance since you were already this soaking wet, the expected reaction he looked forward to finally came to greet his ears of the loud moan and call for his name while he began pounding into you.

You were already nodding into the mattress at the ludicrous swears he panted or grunt out against agape lips, degrading you left and right from just how easy you were taking him.

He can’t help himself not to growl when he pulls back to see your slick gush already from your cunt, bringing calculated fingers down to rub into your clit fast and sloppy, grinning ear to ear in haze at toes curling and screams intensifying of his name echo between walls.

You eventually would somehow grasp onto yourself in some way, cutting fingernails deep back into any available skin to scar up.

Squealing at the view of your cunt being stretched to it’s absolute limit, watching almost in a trance of how a cock this thick could fuck into your hole with awful ease.

You flush up almost at a point, sheepish at how your pussy squeezed and gaped from just seeing the view. He feels so huge between your walls, you can’t help but to chant small “more”’s that quickly fell into muffled moans.

You can barely hold attention onto seeing your hole dripping of cum, it’s too much, but fuck.. you can only want something he wants even more. You didn’t even have a clue you came already but that would explain the sense of loss memory from the last minute, you love it all too much, you live to be his pretty gloryhole.

Tears were already formed into blurry sight while you stared aimlessly at the prettiest man you’ve laid eyes on. Limbs trembling to their absolute limit while pupils zeroed in on Jimin’s toothy grin, feeling him begin to fuck you out at a deep and slow pace that pulled your body in the perfect amount of overstimulation from the delicious in and out slide of his cock between tight warm walls.

He’s so focused on fucking your hole deeper that he doesn’t act like he can hear you screaming back at him for more, chest against yours now, bruising hips up into you. Filling you to the absolute limit with his cock inside of you balls deep, the grunts are wild now, sounding almost animalistic against your ear.

He’s close, you’re barely able to make out any of your surroundings but feel, only present to hear the deep growl of a whisper fall out his lips “Say it.” he grits

You deny him at first shaking your head with a desperate mewl, too embarrassed, almost unable to speak up with how deep he is fucking you.

He won’t take no for an answer, it’s silly of you to think he ever would to begin with. The man scoffs, almost laughing in mockery, leaning back just enough to slap you across the cheek.

It did only what he wanted, causing you to scream out what he wanted to hear “I-I love being, f-f-FUCK JIMIN!” well almost.

He laughs in tandem like a detained animal, realizing he found your hidden sweet spot. The one that he knew made you go crosseyed.

You know not to stop speaking because you know he would stop and slap you until you’re on the verge of being red and blue, so, you gathered all your strength and carried.

“I.. love being fuc-k, fucked by jimin’s cock!”

He’s almost to his very end, you’re becoming so overstimulated that you beg for more even if he knows you want him to stop. He won’t bother to tell you to shut up, not even a hand over your mouth is worth it, absolutely nothing.

You’re such a pretty whore. You cry out on pure impact of the man spanking your abused cunt, resuming the sickening fast pace of his.

Words will never matter enough to give you the time of day. Besides.. at this point you both had the mansion to yourselves, he only cares right now about how you feel amazing on him.

Your cunt is fluttering as pleasure rushes through you for the second time, toes and fingers curled. He’s so close, you just need to hold on a bit longer.

It’s a hard one, rolling your entire body, making you check out with the sudden force of pleasure coursing through. Never ending, your body tenses while you can barely ride against the dick that nestled balls deep inside of you, desiring to just only keep the aftershocks that vibrated throughout you.

“Well would you look at that.” your eyes barely can flutter back open, deeming enough strength to see.. you’ve squirted. Your head is buzzing like you’re strung out on drugs, you can’t believe you blacked out for the second time. Leaking everywhere like a used up whore, you can’t help but to squeeze at the degrading thought.

“Let’s take a few minutes, I still haven’t busted a fucking nut since your cunt is so greedy.” he groans into a scoff pulling out from you, leaving you ruined and disposed. He’s done this once or twice, you only ever had enough energy in you to slowly drift off and shut your eyes until he was ready for you.

It’s little did you know that Park Jimin was far too busy taking polaroid pictures of your body.

Snap

A Polaroid of your own cum dribbled and smeared all over your thighs.

Snap

Another one of your cum nestled inside you.

Snap

and the last as of for now he thinks, turned over stomach first. Instructed in your sleep driven daze to spread your pussy lips into a v.

You’re being such a good girl, he’ll wrap this up quick now.. he’s got what he mainly wanted. Reckoning you to turn over making sure you were finally awake, your ass facing him now and he’s pleased to say the least.

He’s tired of prolonging his orgasm, he wants to cum. Jimin gives no other warning besides a “My favorite fleshlight.” slipping himself right back into your cunt, your pussy taking the familiar known stretch all over again. The man fell easy into the motion of fucking back into you, not caring for the same tiny hands that reached back to scratch and claw at his hips, fucking into you fast enough that legs had collapsed.. bending right into a straddled position.

Earning you nothing but a loud groan and a yelp from yourself from how much deeper the position makes you feel him. Face shoved deeper into the pillow without a worry for your being, set on the big goal of painting you with his seed. He’s glad he fell for a retired gymnast for a girlfriend, it came useful.

Your only goal right now is to be pleasurable for him, every time that you wanted to pull back from his dick instead you’d squeeze his cock tighter, dumbly running shaky weak fingers over your asshole to teasingly press your fingers into the empty tight hole.

It didn’t go great for you at all, earning yourself another hard spanking “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

Ordering just right after for you to instead spread your ass cheeks apart while he fucked deeper into your weeping cunt like you never existed for any other purpose.

“P-please don’t stain the skirt, jimin-ah!” he wasn’t going to initially but now he just was going to because he can. He listened to the whines from you for him not to get it dirty, you would squirm before he’d slap your ass again and again. Enough to turn you still and surrender your body to him with defeat.

He’s finally going to cum, letting himself tip over. You can feel him twitch from inside, stomach clenched and thighs tensed; cock spurting hot ropes nearly reaching you womb deep. Not bothering to tear his eyes away, watching your cute surprised face feeling the warmth bloat you, while he simmered down from his high to jerk the rest of what his balls carried over your skirt, thighs and cunt. Making sure to rub and smear the white ribbons into your skin like lotion.

You think he’s going to take care of you now, he’s been doing so for a long while. Until devil incarnation would slip right back into your cunt with barely little to no restraint. And you don’t think he’s going to do what you think he is, but you’re wrong, so deep in denial.

He wasn’t stopping, he was asking for another one.

The man cackles at the sight of pupils dilating, your eyes boring back into his pleasured one, watching how he fought with his own dick at the sensitivity.

Jimin loves the fact you can’t even grasp onto his sloppy and still fast movements more than before, only able to lay lifeless and take it all while nodding away at absolutely nothing.

He won’t stop yet, going over and over. You wanted it hard and fast earlier, you’re too obvious for acting this shocked. Your mouth already formed into that porn star jutted lip pose, the one when their teeth were prominent when they are about to “cum” except right now, your impending orgasm is real.

His pride blooms at the fact he’s making you cum for the third.. fourth time in a row tonight, your intense shaking gives away at that much. He can’t stop but to look back at your eyes, sparkling with much need and want, begging with them for him to let you cum.

“Dumb baby, all you know is to push your hips back and ride me like a whore.” you don’t say nothing but whine and shake your head in denial, he doesn’t care, he’ll do nothing but fuck you right into next week.

Your legs are trembling like a leaf on their very end to prove just how much you like it, he knows you’re trying to hold out on your orgasm. Out of what little pride you have left.. but it’s inevitable at this point.

“Gonna cum!” the tears stopped a long time ago, occasionally choking on your gasps but now they’ve returned. You’re stupid not to think he wants you to cum again and again, dumb little baby.

Your release hits you hard, washing over you in waves your walls squeezing his length, heat flooding the rest of your body. It’s so easy at how your lips hung wide open etched across your features.

Jimin exhales deep, stilling for a moment to catch his breath until he finally took his cue to slowly pull out.

He’s already off to marking his trail of licks and kisses against your backside, you can’t help but to squirm and squeal weakly feeling another sloppy trail incoming of hot and wet open-mouthed kisses.

You do nothing but what you know, whine his name and squirm more so or enough to flip yourself over.

The urge to touch him everywhere was high up on your list, not helping with how much more broad and muscular he’s gotten since he’s been going to the gym lately with the trainer you’ve hired for him.

You consider it trophy boyfriend privileges.

“Ah, ah. One more.” you groan throwing yourself back against your now sweaty and muddled sheets, knocking legs apart again, one last time you hope.

The man does not give a fuck with with his actions, limp dick out in the open while his tongue thumbed the inside of his cheek. Aiming to get the best and perfect shot of yours and his cum mixed, the said shot taking so long that bodily fluids were now to be dripping uncomfortably down your poor calves.

He sighs in his very own success, pulling the Polaroid out to shake the image to life. The man almost looks like a peeping tom for a pervert at just how excited he glosses over the turn out of it all, you would say he really was yourself if you weren’t the one dating him.

His eyes are back up to stare at your naked figure “You won’t mind I show these Polaroids to my friends, right baby?” you agree like always in your own way with a sheepish nod.

There was plentiful of polaroids, home videos and so forth of you and Jimin doing dirty and possibly every sinful thing in the book. Well mainly you, he had a great obsession with capturing you in the most bizarre and lewdest of positions.

“Mmh, ok. Stay still, gonna get a rag.” you exhale a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding to even begin with, finally! You can get some good aftercare around here with your patience after all.

He groans resting his head head back against your headboard “You can’t protect me, you’re so small.” It was then in that moment he knew he made the mistake of disagreeing with your ass, you whine wiggling feet that fell between his legs while you were laid rested comfortably in warm arms fussing with a pout “I can to!”

The man sighs almost hopeless, clicking his tongue to wrap his hands around your neck maybe a bit too tight. A menacing smirk finding its way to etch his lips, seeing his hand that was just so previously in your hair now made it’s way back to your throat.

You can’t blame jimin, it was probably the only real way into getting you to stop pouting and fussing. Who would have ever thought that even a hot epsom salts bubble bath and back rub later that you would still be.. not asleep.

He hums thinking in his riddled mind, moving his head down enough to eye at o shaped lips look up at him in silent questioning “What can you do? Tell me.”

Jimin being the nice man he is, allowing his fingers to loosen only enough for you to speak.

It wouldn’t help your own demise though when you stutter back instead “I can.. bite people.”

It’s almost like that wasn’t the correct answer he wanted to hear, feeling his tightening grip over your neck squeeze again “Now, I wouldn’t want anyone to have that privilege. Why don’t you bite me. Scared are we?” raising a brow down at you, asking for the challenge “You do know jimin.. I’ll kindly bite you. But, but! I bite hard.” he nodded back in his own odd approval.. with a grin? Did you catch that right.

“Oh baby, I can take hard, don’t you know.” you gulp again— except you were positive that he could feel your neck bob as you swallowed down nervously, inviting yet menacing eyes. Leaving no room left for arguing your stupid conversation any longer.

"Hah, look at your stupid little face blushing this hard. Pretty." he sighs for a last time, trailing fingers back over to your jaw, gently bringing pouted lips to his.

You think he’ll continue and let this fall into a make out session, you somehow feel laxxed into the sloppy motion of your lips moving against his.

Not having one single problem with the situation at hand.. but Jimin! Mister bully of a man decides he wants to end the moment, rude.

Breaking the kiss he whispers in a very obvious finality of tone against now red lips matching your cheeks, “Let’s sleep, ‘ll rub your back again.”

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a/n: idk how to feel about this ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ꒱ྀིა i hope u liked it!

[watashijeon]

Strawberry Cake | KNJ

→ Warnings: (+18) — nj tries to be good with his strict upbringing but fails thrice, blowjob in the religion section of the library, cum eating, ditzy and cute nymphet yn gets what she wants with her tits, incorrect talk about gaming - it’s made up for the story, accidental sex injury, missionary, intense orgasm that comes with aftercare and teasing.

He couldn’t help it, before meeting you and experiencing this all.. Namjoon was at a time once a traditional man with set values and preferred doing things the old fashioned way.

Maybe you could call him tedious but he came from an upbringing of always open the door for your lady, bombarded to finish military esque chores under a certain time, no articles of black clothing were to be worn because it was considered “rebelling into a goth” even if many times he would explain that wearing black clothing didn’t make him goth to his parents. Oh and how could he forget his favorite, the rule of having to be home by six fucking pm.

He surely loved having a military sergeant for his father. Only needless to say, he may have went crazy when he was finally allowed to go off to college. Doing anything along the lines of drinking, trying his share with drugs and the great idea of experimenting with all kinds of different people sexually.

Besides, what else was there to do from study and attend classes. It didn’t mean his parents kept him in a cage to be exact — they were only being protective, for good reason at least. Namjoon still had a fine childhood and was only still taught to keep all traditional values in the mix of his living. Some definitely got tapered to his own liking because the man was no brain washed fiend to be held at his father’s will with being a grown man now.

He was more or so grateful to have a splurge of being crazy and wild in his first few years of college, he did the most boyish thing of hooking up with all kinds of women and men and never forgetting to party his mind and body off to the limit.

He had a very great tact for knowing how to prioritize his grades perfectly. While allowing himself to live it up to a great amount, he may have articulated his college life to the point of making it sound like a to-do list he thinks.

Only now his traditional values were suddenly tweaked another tidbit once he entered into third year, finally growing out of the big partying phase he held onto for much too long in his honest opinion.

He wanted to actually get to know a person genuinely as a whole of who they were — well, that’s if he met one that peaked his interest to begin with.

It was challenging since he desired to have a friendship that formed into a relationship type of dynamic, his mother didn’t help with filling him in with all of the romance novels she read when he was back in highschool. His father didn’t care to listen for her aimless rambles of passion and he was far much too late for saving poor Kim Namjoon from the troubles of maladaptive daydreaming about love.

It really caused him to overly romanticized of a true one of a kind friends to lovers typical love story for himself, he may have had the childhood of a saltine cracker many could say with how well out he came to be for a man in this age, thinking for his future in such foolish ways not many other men would desire.

So where did it all go? What happened to his great big new plan of wanting to wait in getting to know the person and later have sex.

Well.. it was just unceremoniously that he had to tutor a helpless girl that was terribly lacking in his best and favorite course subject: organic chemistry.

His professor had begged of him to tutor you and like the well mannered man he is, he would of course say yes when extra credit was to be rewarded if your grade came up from his great talent of teaching things simply and well.

Mm, he could make a chemistry love joke if the situation were a bit different. You agreed to meet in the library as his superior suggested, it was simple to start off and actually going fine and well — textbooks were both array from each other along with his own well written notes paired to your sloppy scribbles and mess of an excuse for all colored pink and purple stationary scattered throughout the table.

While compared to Namjoon’s neat notes being in the particular style of the Cornell method mixed with the outline method. He was a proud man at his perfect note taking skills.

Until the man’s very eyes decided to trail nose up from his proud work to see you snicker with you leaned way too close for his own comfort, your lips would continue to fall into a sarcastic joke at how unnecessary and seriously he took this class. He couldn’t even begin to utter a strong retort because well — Namjoon was one of the attendees in debate back in high school, not shocking, huh.

You somehow ruin him when he sees how even closer your chest is to meet at his eye level, he could also maybe dabble into the great fact that a cherry lollipop was shamefully jammed into your left cheek. While beady eyes stared deep at his own soul with a look of pity, acting as if he was the dumb one in dire need of help.

He finally would find himself to grapple onto the words lodged in his throat, getting you to begin your work with also shutting you right up with the seriousness laced in his deep voice.

But now he would find it almost insane to him really with how things changed quick between the two of you, maybe it was bound to happen with you coming for tutoring from once a month if maybe you felt like it. Turning to be a tutoring study session of twice a week or more if he could manage.

You would grow impatient one day, frustrated and mad you whined to Namjoon pawing at his thigh with those sweet innocent eyes.

That were none of the sort at being actually innocent, you carried to bounce dramatically in your chair begging him to do something that was interesting. What was the interesting thing you decided you should do for the fuck of it?

With instead of studying and working, you would settle down onto your knees to blow Namjoon in the back area of the library.

In the corner that would be considered dusty and untouched if it weren’t for the top notch university cleaning funds, earning him and his dick to be blown profusely in the ancient aisle. Which section was that again? Oh yes, the religion section, how more greater could this get for him and his very strict “morals.”

You were here on your knees right now just suckling and taking all of him, before his knees decided they could buckle inward whispering profusely in his hushed voice “Fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum in your mouth. Stop— shit, stop stop.” you don’t, you don’t fucking stop.

You looked up at him with those imploring eyes and suck on Namjoon even harder, burying your nose to his cleanly shaven shaft. Both hands squeezing tight onto his hips for your very own leverage, before a throaty groan fills the air along with your throat also being filled.

Like the champ you always were to be with dick sucking, you swallowed him whole. It was almost in a blink of an eye you pull off from him with a wet pop, tongue open and out to show that indeed you swallowed his load.

You were quick to fall into a fit of giggling straight at the expression his face held, which was contained and filled only of utter shock and confusing arousal. The man was barely able to fumble around on his stutters, quick on tucking himself back into his pants “Umm.. I can you know.. give you—” he motions his hands at you with an awkward up and down motion trying to get his message across.

You’re kind of stupid he won’t lie, in the way that things go way over your head. You ogled at him with only nothing but honest confusion, gawking at him with a look. Before it finally clicked in your little mind and you just snicker quietly shaking your head at him “Oh, no it’s ok. I just wanted to suck your dick since the second i’ve been forced to start coming to these sessions.” He huffs with his nod falling terse and stiff, he doesn’t know what to say.

What, say thank you for sucking his dick let’s continue studying now..? Man what the fuck.

Namjoon isn’t only made up of book smarts and wisdom, he has a life himself and in his free time he likes to spend it in his bedroom playing counter strike until he was seething, snapping teeth shut and cursing many swear words under his breath that were always and only filled with anger. Until he would finally win his level back and be all ok again because he is that entitled, it was a serious thing for him.

But now since you’re his girlfriend, if that is even what you were? He doesn’t know if he’s being quite honest. You both haven’t made the effort to make anything clear since the first time you gave him head three months ago.

You would just linger and lounge around his apartment now, either doing the following which was: laying on his bed, napping on his bed — he doesn’t mind since your perfume stains his sheets and you can call Namjoon creepy but he likes how you smell and he doesn’t care about your scent lingering near.

You did everything around him, sometimes even painting your nails or carrying to do — which he considered to be your specialty: bothering Namjoon. Well, he can’t be that harsh because he enjoys your company.

But you did pester him to give you his attention every damn time, whining that he’s been on for too long. When in all honest reality every time he finally gets on it’s only been an hour barely, which was absolutely nothing considering how long matches are. You don’t get that, it’s not like you try to listen even when he explains.

It’s ok really, he finds it quite cute with how dumb you are about things so silly like this.

Besides the point you were being exceptionally bothersome today, on your knees poking at his thighs to get off and that he can go on in just a few minutes. He knew that was a lie, once he gets off he was eternally trapped to give you his undivided attention.

He likes your craving for his attention but Namjoon is very busy right now “Come on, please! Joon get off.” you whine pressing your apple cheek to his sweats, making sure to leave a mark of your foundation on him.

He once again doesn’t care, too distracted with his eyes glued over his screen “Shhh baby, five more minutes.” you finally give up with a sigh, going mute before he would hear his bed springs creak and a nervous whisper.

As if you were realizing self consciously that you could be annoying him “Can I.. speak then, at least?” his head cocked barely over his shoulder “Yes you can, whatever you want to talk about.” he sends you a quick dimpled smile and his head is already shot right back to his screen immediately, the familiar sounds of gunshots and a loud aish while hushed breaths fell into a jumble of constant swears.

He listens to every ramble of whatever you go on a tangent about and takes in every details like his life depends on it, he doesn’t mind if you play with your fingers avoiding eye contact while speaking about how ice cream cake should be sold in slices just like candy is sold in bags, you declare that business would be booming if it happened and he agrees.

You’re the type of girl to ask to play mermaids and if you asked him, he would say yes. He is absou fucking lutely whipped for you. You kick your feet back and forth giggling every time, laying spread open on his bed with your tits bouncing at every moment. Rambling about how you want to go to the beach with him, he sees the latter. You are very fucking cute and he doesn’t understand at all why you like him.

You eventually grow quiet again over time and he’s confused while also being maybe a bit of worried, you were considered to be a certified chatterbox and things are never ending to that brain of yours. He wasn’t that much of a dick so he had the courtesy to pause and check if you were doing ok, his eyes shuffle briefly between his screen and to you.

Almost doubling over in movement to do a double take, his jaw immediately falls open with pupils dilated. The same look he does when he didn’t have any words to spare in the passing moment, deja vu is honestly crazy.

Right now you’re staring right at him. Only a foot away from him on your hands and knees, now most girls or people at least he should say. When they are in their house or visiting friends, they wear homeless people clothes right? Noo, surely not, at least for you.

You’re sat up on your knees over the end of his bed comforter, looking like that. He barely made effort at all to look when you walked in to see your outfit properly, he regrets that wholeheartedly now.

You were talking about this earlier, he doesn’t know how he missed it. Going on about how hard it is to get into Barbie dream skirts. He doesn’t or didn’t know what any of that means if he’s going to be honest here, his eyes could trace over the short skirt to linger up and over the pink tank top with rose buds sewn on by you. Your tits were almost spilling from how tight it fit your bosom, pretty soft skin peaking out and screaming at him to find his spot and bury his face between.

You smiled with a grin that was up to no good, your head tilted to rest off on your shoulder comfortably “Namjoon.” his eyes snapped up to cough out bluntly “Yes, what is it?” he has forgotten his once well important video game that was importantly ranked, not even minding about the multiple kills he was probably stacking up for his enemy right now.

It was their lucky day to milk it to whatever extent they desired because Namjoon had other places to be. He shifts in his chair, eyes never not leaving your face.. respectfully. Trying his best to be mannerly as possible from not to go off staring at your tits again.

He finally decided to pull his headset off from his neck to lay it on the desk, Namjoon licks his lips unconsciously. Ready to combust in his pants at the way he watches you wiggle on the bed, while you adjusted yourself for him.

Dainty hands rested mannerly on your lap before going on to speak eloquently “I know you are busy… but but,” your eyes fall short back on your lap until building the courage to stare back up, he was always patient. Never once having a problem with you pausing for long minutes at a time, he understood “Will you just-“ your eyes stared heavily now at his, nibbling nervously on your bottom lip. He had a great feeling what you were going to say but he waited for you to utter the very sinful words.

To his surprise, his breath quickly sucked into his throat seeing your hands slowly trail up from your lap up to your waist. Fingers coming up way too slow if you were trying to show him something mundane, fingers come up under the hem of your top pulling the fabric right up flashing your bra cladded chest “I want to..” you whine bouncing on your knees for good reason, breasts moving again at the impact.

Your pout was fallen to be genuine with teary eyes begging for him to simply pay attention and just how could he ever say no to that. His dick says it’s out of the question really, but he feels cocky today and he doesn’t know why out of all days it’s now “You want to what?” he wets his lips raising that questionable brow at you, causing you to dramatically gasp.

Mouth fallen into an even droopier pout, eyes finally meeting, he thinks his heart just broke a bit. But he can’t give it up now, he has his dignity to keep ahold. He watched you quickly fumble around to unclasp your white bombshell bra and his heart is bouncing off the walls with skyrocketing excitement, he can’t help that you make him feel like a raging hormone filled teenager all over again.

You fumble quickly ripping off your bra to throw it off to the side flashing tits to him bouncing with fervor and need, keeping arms up halfway to hold your shirt up still not have taking it off all the way “Please just give me attention!” he gulps heavily adam’s apple bobbing, yeah you know, fuck his dignity now.

“Joonie don’t stop please!” your legs are hooked over broad muscular shoulders, his arm wrapped right around your hip to help support your shaking frame.

The man was currently pushed guts deep into you right now, easily starting with a gentle pace to somehow land you in the position of your legs thrown over his shoulders while he practically speared himself into you. The sounds you made alone blossomed from him pummeling himself into your heat, every so often making your slick gush.

Which would only cause the knowing grin and turn his movements to slip much deeper to hit your unknown sweet spot that’s never been reached with any dick or tongue you met with. Namjoon is satisfied with his accomplishment as if your pussy was giving him an Xbox achievement, and he can’t bare to think when he is trying to keep his breath even in an effort to ground himself from blowing his load here and now.

While.. you on the other hand were trying to keep up with the girth of his dick hammering into your pussy at a constant. The man grunts continuing to slam hard into you, you’re now so wet to where he could hear squelch noises being made with every smack.

Feeling the way you squeeze around him just sucking him in more, your pussy being very telling of how greedy you were for his cock.

“Yes, right— harder o-h, my god!” you cried pleading him your voice long gone broken.

Whimpers falling pitiful, you try your hardest to keep your eyes open. Which only urged nothing but to push the devil (Namjoon) to pick up his already inhumane pace, who knew a nerd would have the strongest stroke game.

Drilling into your sweet spot head on with each deep drive of his hips “You like that baby, huh.” you hiccup in trying to speak any word at all, you loved dirty talking with your partner. It was only possible before with past hook ups because they came nothing compared to this disgusting feral sex.

His smirk is all the ways of cocky nodding down at you, beads of sweat dripping from his hairline to his chest “Right there?" deep honey voice mocking you only with faux care, dark eyes not faltering once to stare lasers into your picture perfect side profile.

Namjoon has had many hook ups in his past time of third year but he has never, and he means it when never has he hooked up with anyone that sounded this pornographic and heavenly.

To the point that with every sound you made, he swore his dick got harder. If that was even possible to achieve, he was only forever thankful now that he didn’t have to share a dorm with anyone like the last two years. He was sure though that his neighbors were fuming on speed dial with his landlord.

“Yes there, fuck me there!” your brain was nothing but mush by now, almost to the point at feeling so much. You couldn't catch yourself to stop moaning, it just felt too fucking good to the point of wanting to sob like the crybaby you were. You could feel every inch of him in your heat, it was all the better feeling fingers press over your tummy bulge.

Squirming and squealing, big hands snaked to your hips in godspeed, his chest leaving yours to lean back on his feet while thrusts slowed. He didn’t want to cum, not just yet. He needed to make this last a bit longer regardless of how sweaty and sticky you both were — you weren’t going to protest at any point.

“God,” he groans between heavy pants trying to get his own words out “you’re going to kill me.. truly.” it was evident enough with seeing your pretty puffy ‘n swollen cunt desperately squeeze tightly around him.

He pants like a dog himself now, making sure to dig fingers into your unmarked skin. Maybe hoping you would bruise red and blue, his dick gives proof when he twitches at the prospect of his death grip of touch tainted on your body.

Namjoon had duality that was for damn sure, he didn’t waste a second with manhandling you. He somehow knew how to make soft and gentle sex turn into feral and disgustingly hot fucking. It didn't help at all that he was tall and large, consuming your size kink whole. His shirts were definitely too tight for his chest, that same chest heaving of air against yours.

Here now, you can barely catch a proper breath “I-”you choke the rest of words again lost and forgotten in your throat. Cold shaky fingers griped tightly over shoulders, growing even more desperate to bring one hand down and rub sloppily on your abused clit.

You thanked the universe that you started to attend tutoring properly, you make a nice little reminder in your head to send a thank you note to the very kind professor who told you about him in the first place.

“Such a good fucking girl.” he praises almost purring his words, you can’t bother to respond yet, sufficing a nod against the tight crook of his muscly shoulder trembling to death around him in only your bliss.

“Y-yes yes, ‘m your good girl, yours p-please.”

Namjoon grins at the way you blubber with nothing but nonsense, ready to make you speak in proper tongues once he was finished “You ready for more, pretty girl?” he doesn’t need his proper answer when hearing you whine with an even tighter squeeze to your cunt, watching you start to bounce your body up against him in desperate need. Greedy whore.

He loved this. The bed creaking beneath shared weight, sweaty bodies gliding together with nails sunken deep into the man’s insanely muscular and toned back that clawed into his dampen skin with desperation for a grip. You couldn’t believe how he made you feel this forsaken small and warm, hand wrapped with a duality of rough and gentleness to the column of your neck. He pulls back to look at the product of his work, making sure to give you every deep languid thrust he could with his godly stamina.

Your body was too fucking pretty and perfect for his lust driven thirsty self, pupils immediately dilated at the angelic sight of your tits bouncing with silver heart shaped earrings at his pace. He wouldn’t begin to believe how gorgeous you looked under him like this with eyes screwed shut, nibbling down on your lip until blood could draw to the surface. Lids flutter back to open, staring deeply into his eyes.

Knuckles turning white as you hold onto his arm that held from over around your waist. He leans forward still moving up, and down at a steady and much slower speed than before.

Allowing needy muted moans, deep pants and heavy grunts roam into your mouth while he could barely contain to kiss you properly only but his breath and lips ghosting against yours. You would usually whine at the teasing but you are much far gone and hyper focused on the edge of your end, he knows and finally speaks with a growl “You gonna cum, pretty?” you nod like a bobble head with an empty whine.

He pulls back in a final push of his cock deep into your cunt, your walls spasming, gushing out heavy trickles of arousal staining his lower abdomen. He feels your body seize, eyelashes fluttering while he hisses quietly moaning to himself at the feeling of you gripping the tightest a woman could. Your thighs trembling as you gasp and moan for air; your vision becoming of spotty stars and black dots. Feeling yourself go flush when warm arms slide up to rest around your fragile frame.

You now wanted him to pound into you standing up you squeeze weakly around him just thinking about it, earning you a low moan. You need him to cum inside you, feeling no regrets about going on birth control.

He pecks the corner of your mouth with a soft whisper, “Hold on for me baby, mmh?” you nod again.. not trusting yourself to speak.

It’s almost like you have no time to think when you feel the sudden force of Kim Namjoon leaning back to pull your legs up into chopsticks, both hands wrapped tight to keep your wobbling limbs together. Feeling everything in your body when he thrusts up into all the right spots of your gushing heat that no other foolish boy could even think of attaining.

You’re convulsing and shaking while creaming him as If you weren’t enough, screaming his name begging him to never stop even if your pussy feels like it’s going numb. Panting so loud yet it sounds so soft in your own ears, your whole body feeling nothing but never ending shocks of pleasure and overstimulation while you can finally feel his seed fill your womb out whole and you feel like you can’t do anything, not even breathe, only heavily hyperventilate.

You can’t feel anything around you, your body is nothing but a spiral of trembles and shakes with a liquid leaking from your battered fuckhole. You can feel him ease out from you, toes curling weakly from the soreness of it all. Once the man was down from his high.. or at least going through the aftermath. He felt himself panic, he could tell you’ve become unresponsive.

His mind was still foggy and he could only think to remember that you liked to be called peach, you once told him that yourself so it was considered your nickname to the man now. He doesn’t exactly know what prevailed him to right now in this moment, he didn’t even stop to think if it would scare you off or not “Shhh peach, it’s ok baby. I’m right here.” you respond, nodding with a bite down on your lip again all for your dear life before a warm yet somehow cold hand came to squeeze your cheeks to let go.

Your eyes are wobbly over his but he can let a breath of relief when you are finally responding with something “Don’t go biting your lip off like that.” you smile in your own little world of unadulterated bliss, sniffling away with a small giggle and another nod.

“No more silly worries,” He nods more so to himself while babbling with no sense “no more.” you roll your eyes at his own silly way to comfort, but it works.

While you notice he sounded nervous with his deep voice registering much deeper that reverberated up to your chest and down to your tummy. You begin to stutter, trying your best to speak a mountain for untellligble words again, “J-ust overwhelmed, ‘m ok. Promise.” both remain still for awhile, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing and the soft whirr of the man’s aircon that breaks every so often.

Namjoon feels his consciousness has returned properly, he eases your hips more comfortably down to the bed, just before he walks away he slaps his softening length across your abused pussy. He laughs while he walks on shaky legs towards his bathroom, hearing you properly curse at him that he would never get laid again if he did that to you. He shakes his head with a quiet snicker knowing it was all one big lie, he comes back with a wet lukewarm cloth for you who still laid limp like you were dead.

He hands you the cloth as he laid back down beside you, while minutes more of silence passed Namjoon takes notice of the adorable scowl you were doing while scrunching up your nose and squirming uncomfortably under his arm without saying anything. Before he could ask what’s up, you cut straight to the chase. Eyes trailing up to look from under his nose, “Joonie.. I think my cervix is going to be bruised.” He freezes almost akin to a cartoon character that got caught, his eyes make sure to make proper contact with you pushing his chin down in all seriousness he contained “Are you serious, I didn’t want to do that.” when he wanted bruises on your body, he didn’t mean them internally.

Namjoon was definitely very well endowed and tends to find himself rough during the act, he wants to banish himself from having sex forever because no woman deserves to get hurt from his own dick. He even took a sex education class at one point, upon per his parents own request, but still— how could he be this irresponsible and not mindful of his partn-.

He is going to fall into a never ending list of what he needs to do to make this all ok and right “Joon-ah, stop that idiot!” you smack his chest hard trying to bring him back to reality “What.” he’s acting so serious and stern now, he needs to take a breath before you laugh in his face without explaining why.

“You are doing that thing where you think of a weird plan to fix something.. that isn’t in need to be fixed, dummy.” you huff and puff now, crossing arms over to cover your chest “All I need is an Advil and a hot pack, at best.” you smile up to him genuinely and he is sure to trace every inch of your features before moving on to speak “Ok.. ok, that’s good. I’m very fucking sorry again.” he coughs awkwardly rubbing over the nape of his neck, you don’t even wait and allow him to go into another spiral of thinking.

Reaching out with your pinky to poke his dimple properly, it’s been in your mind for awhile of the thing you needed to do. Namjoon smiles almost to the point of blushing red, he would need to find time in his own week to attend church to thank whoever was above and simultaneously apologize all at once.

You always catch him so off guard when he thinks for far too long, he needs to stop doing that. He feels his bed springs creak again and he watches you tip toe around his bedroom to pick up your clothes with a flick of a wrist as of collecting for laundry day “’ll be going,” Namjoon stutters with a slow blink, quick down to push out his words “I can order take out?”

You hum thinking about it almost for a second too long, most would cave at the offer of free food and immediately say yes because why not. Until you decided on shaking your head with that sweet gentle smile “Nuh uh, I’ll be ok! It’s getting late anyways and I have to be up for an eight am. Which means..” your brain carries off with the same o shaped gasp “I would have to get up at six to properly get ready, damn it.” you groan eternally and whine wiggling back on the skirt you struggled to fit into.

Making sure at all costs to fix your hair, you turned over your shoulder to smile at a half naked and loopy smiling Namjoon “I will text you maybe, you’re fun or something like that!” you slyly giggled prancing out the door with a long sashay, like nothing happened.

The man feels nothing of himself but only — more aroused, thinking on how you could be confusing yet fucking hot. He makes another big mental note to call you sometime for another impromptu study date.

°˖✧ critique + feedback is welcomed ԅ( ˘ω˘ԅ )

a/n: ive been stuck on my three wips sooo i found this old thing where the day i had the sudden spurt of inspiration to write horny nymphet y/n that can’t stop herself from jumping joon’s bones, enjoy :•)!

[watashijeon]

After Midnight | KTH

♫ song to listen to reading— It was only a dream - thee sinseers

pairing: sub!reader x lawyer dom!taehyung

part 2 here

You finally make it to his apartment walking into the living to see it is empty, so is his room.

It was late and the man could hear you finally getting back, later than usual. He never made an exact time stamp for meeting him but would usually expect of you to come around mid afternoon, it’s almost midnight now.

His ears listen for the sounds of you walking alone down the dark long and hollow hallway. You know where he always spends most of his living breath and it’s this very room, his office.

Your heels being the only source of sound in his quiet abode, hearing the signature knock racking gently against the wood of his door. He would never speak back when you knocked, it was only a simple common ritual you’ve picked up over time before you open the door as your greeting.

The man shifts in his chair, turning on his heel to spin his chair around to face you. Seeing you stare in shock at his appearance; he was dressed in his work attire still, the usual kind of suit that he would wear for big cases.

His tie was now untucked from his neck, lying loose over his wrinkled buttoned up shirt that he usually wore underneath his blazer.

You see he is sat behind his desk, legs likely man spreading whilst smoking his cigar aimlessly. Puffing airs of smoke staring at you with no exact emotion, his finger rises barely to do a come hither motion and you know where he wants you.

This has been a routine for the both of you for the past two years, you aren’t dating nor are you exclusive. The second time you came over he had told you blunt and straight that he doesn’t do love and you wouldn’t be an exception.

You didn’t mind, not a bit. When you shrugged your shoulders with a genuine smile the day he told you those few words, he had given you a look for shock at how you didn’t act out or let alone react. Since then nothing has been said of the sort to change the arrangement you’ve both set with said rule.

The look of him in front of you caused you to do a double-take, you assumed since you came here late that he would of been worn in nightwear by then.

And your own surprised stare quickly fell into a subtle frown, you guessed he had a long work day. Not helping with it being his birthday today, maybe that little thought tore a shred through your all for too caring heart.

“Tae.”

He clicks his tongue tapping ashes into his cigar tray and you are quick to speed up your steps over to him when you notice his brow quirked, the telltale sign of him awaiting for you on his lap seeing he’s impatient now.

You climb into the man’s lap sitting yourself comfortable, feeling dark eyes skipping over to look at your lips. Then the slope of your nose, back up to your eyes. His gaze trailing slow up and over your perfect frame, he smirks in his mind when he notices you’ve worn more make up and a skimpier but still deemed as classy dress, all for him.

You begin to squirm under his hard stare by shifting onto one side, then the other in his lap. Maybe not the best idea for the man with a raging hard on right now.

His communication skills may lack awfully but his territorial being has heightened since you’ve came to be. He doesn’t like to show any emotion rarely, which leaves you to guessing or coaxing him into muttering an action that speaks louder than words.

Along with that, he was never vocal about sex. Having you be the one to initiate the action, no matter how hard and obvious you could see his meaty length poke through his slacks.

He hums quietly, simply wrapping arms around your waist to keep you still while pressing his bulge into your heat “You made it, so it seems.”

You giggle wrapping both arms over his shoulders leaning back to make yourself comfortable for the time being, nestling only further into his lap not minding the way your heat throbbed with burning need.

“Happy birthday old man.”

He grins small breathing out a chuckle, his hand planting their way to your ass rubbing lazy circles into clothed skin.

Never making any sly intentions to slip his hand beneath your short dress just yet.

“Happy birthday to me.”

You wiggled under his burning touch and whine already “You’re still in your old man clothes, you look uncomfortable.”

He shrugs his fingers beginning to move under the flimsy fabric to squeeze your ass just how he pleases “Long day, a lot more drafting than I would have liked.”

You nod understanding, running the tips of your fingers through the ends of his hair on his neck “Thank goodness I’m here then.” you smile cheekily tugging on the strands barely.

“Oh why, do you have plans to make this interesting?” the man smirks circling his cigar around your face, hand still remained over your ass to squeeze and knead for his leisure.

You pout fisting the strands of his hair at the strong stench of smoke wafting in your face “I’m the thing that makes it interesting, idiot.” your cheeks puffed, squinting eyes to him.

His grin falls oh so sardonic with a breathy hum “Uh huh, you are.. interesting? Would love to see how.” he urges you on, nails slightly pressed into your ass cheek. Loving the way you gasped at the impact.

“I even made you a cake.” you mumble into your gasp, bouncing against him lazily “And you need to relax, working is no good way to spend your thirty-second birthday.”

He groans taking another puff of smoke to exhale into your face that grimaced like always, “Don’t bring up my age, it makes me feel like a pervert.”

You pout more relaxing your pinched brows and wrinkled nose, pushing his cigar occupied hand off to the side diving in to plant a sloppy glossed up kiss over his lips repetitively.

“You are not a pervert, I’m legal Taehyung.”

Lips reciprocate the kiss, gently pressing into the motion on yours to test the waters. You tried to find a steady rhythm, until he had decided on taking over. Already piercing his teeth into your lower lip, things escalating from the once soft and messy pecks into rough and wet tongues clashing one another.

You’re the first one to break apart with heavy breaths whining more to him softly, toying with the hem of his collar “Let me take your clothes off, sir, please.” you put your finger into his mouth and give him a pout for a puppy, while he remained stoic. Lazily sucking and biting on your finger with no response until he felt to

“Only a few buttons.”

You smile and nod pulling your finger out from his mouth, quickly getting down to unbuttoning the first few buttons.

“Good?” your eyes search for an answer and get your great response when he lowly grunts.

“Your turn.” he taps your thigh, leaning back into his chair to get comfortable for the sight that’s to unfold.

Like always, you rolled up from his lap and stand steps away from him. Fingers deft on pushing the straps of your dress down and with a small tug from the bottom it would slip right off with ease from the seams of your hips to fall shameless pooling at the hardwood flooring.

And although you’ve done this more times than you can count, you were never not shy. Here you are stood small in only pink laced panties and heels, you decided earlier to forgone the bra so you could tease him with how your nipples pressed against the fabric that was seconds ago covering your modesty.

“Pretty.” he murmurs quietly, back to smoking his cigar in godspeed. Your eyes too busy watching his fingers press against lips, the man’s stare burning every detail into his brain about your body without blinking once.

How frustrating was this for you every time, given how he has you strip naked in front of him while being fully clothed. All from him was a few buttons open from his collared shirt, and you begin to think how you have never seen Taehyung naked besides the few nights you stayed over.

His eyes are steadily on you this whole time and the moment he sees how slow you lick your lips, looking at him with those eyes, he knows he wants you now.

He motions with his fingers in a down motion at your hips and you know what that means, you gulp in your timid step slipping off your panties seeing your wetness stained the lace.

“God.” he groans readjusting himself in his seat and you guessed that this was your silent command to sit. You have no time to dwell when you feel a pull of his fingers and you’re back on his lap, the man frowning impatient more than usual and you grew nervous at that.

You only ever wanted to see him happy. You know, put a smile on that stoic face.

Limbs wrapped around him in a koala like grip, unrelenting to plant another plethora of sloppy kisses all over him. Smiling into the kiss feeling him breath a quiet “Calm down.” against your lips while he busied to carrying you over to lay back on the paperless side of his desk, the man always making sure to clear a side for the days you came.

You grow confused at him sitting back in his chair your elbows coming to prop yourself up to speak to him properly “What.. do you want me to do.” this was different, he usually kept kissing you once he laid you back and carried onto fucking you stupid.

He wordlessly rolls his chair between your legs and leaned down into your heat, legs opened wide with heels propped against wood for leverage. You open your mouth to speak again but he shuts you up when you see lips press together to spit on your mound, feeling his saliva dribble down your cunt and you squeeze pathetically around nothing with a whiny mewl.

“Tae..” he still doesn’t speak, your legs quiver watching him bring his thumb over your clit rubbing sloppy circles into your heat. Your head throws back immediately with a gasp and desperate buck of your knees wanting more, it’s been a week since you’ve seen him and you were this sensitive to his touch.

It still feels rare and new every time he has his hands on you, feeling his fingers trail down to your folds while running spit through your pussy as if it weren’t wet from your own essence.

He keeps teasing you like this, running fingers up and down through your lips and you groan at the loss when he retrieves his fingers. You can’t complain for him to stop teasing, feeling a cold breeze of air hit against your clit causing eager hips to thrust back into his face even more.

He continued to ignore desperate attempts, pinning your hips back down against his desk while he was ready to bring digits to spread you apart more. Eyes marveling at how much your cunt shined with your arousal and his spit. He grumbles feeling fingers grip onto his hair and you can tell he is definitely done and ready to cut off the foreplay once and for all.

He groans licking a deft stripe up your cunt, sucking your clit right into his mouth with fervor and intent. Flicking his tongue over the spot that made you want to tug his strands more.

Taehyung takes his time on you, even if his tongue was sporadic and sloppy. He made sure to take breaks in between licking you up to taste every bit of you. You can’t take much more when he finally pulls back but remains put in his spot. Feeling his hot breath against your pussy, your brain warping into a spiral of pure lust and need.

He inhales one last deep breath feeling how hard you were grabbing onto his hair, getting his message across once and for all he pins both hands down on your hips to keep you in place. Leaving no room to writhe and squirm.

The man hopelessly sighs moving his head out between your legs, resting back straight up in his chair, giving you a look.

Your legs tremble more, you can’t believe he is leaving you high and dry. You furrow your brows at him and lick your lips ready to protest with the pout that always got your way.

“Why, did you stop.”

Naturally he is back to having that forsaken cigar between his fingers, you feel the great desire to snatch it right from his hand. Maybe you should shove it down his throat or better yet, throw that whole stupid damn collection of his out the fucking wind-

“Touch yourself.”

You whimper out almost naturally, you could see the twitch in his lips he got from hearing that sound of your desperation “W-what?”

He chuckles this time, shaking his head in what it seemed to be disbelief watching how his tongue poked the inside of his cheek.

“I said, touch yourself.”

He didn’t raise his voice, it’s not like he ever did around you for that matter. He always made sure to speak in his calm and reserved manner, although maybe because he was a lawyer or also the plain fact of that’s just him.

And still, he did not raise his voice. But, you could definitely hear the firm and domineering lilt in his voice. You know better than to deny and be cheeky at that.

You bob your head almost stupidly, trailing fingers down to spread yourself apart for him. All because you enjoyed the way his breath would cut short, almost like your own.

You start slow with your rubs, watching the flick of a lighter brought about smoke to lazily breeze through the air between you two

“Put a finger in, mhm that’s it.” the timbre of his voice had dropped and it had gone rough as he watched your hand “In and out, slowly.”

“More. Not enough.” you panted softly, toes on the verge of curling.

He wanted you to ache, ask for him and squirm in your spot “Please.” he hums like he was thinking about it, shrugging his shoulders he placed fingers over yours to make them move faster. And when he noticed you were fastening your pace, he shushes you getting ready to stretch you out further with slipping two fingers into your wet heat with a content hum resounding his chest.

“Ah, fuck more please!” your hips wiggle against him, finger pulling from your heat pathetically to hold purchase onto his desk “C’mon, push them in deeper.” you follow without fail feeling yourself squeeze around the knuckles of him while your clit began to throb without friction. You continue to gasp out between broken moans with fingers hooked inside you, right on your g-spot rubbing you in a come hither motion.

Way too impatient himself he’s up from his seat to hover over you, swallowing up needy whines with his lips pressed to yours and you no longer can depend on the desk for strength when you feel his wrist flick harder to finger fuck you into oblivion with your wetness dripping down your thighs, thumb circling your clit and his cigar abandoned quicker than speed could contain itself.

You feel good, so fucking good. You could never question the power that his long slender fingers held, given with how they stretched you open and made you feel too many things to even word correctly if you were given the chance.

He can feel you’re close with the way your walls squeezed over him and your lips biting down on his to hold back the screams that were to be left “Cum around my fingers.“ the sounds of your wetness filled the room with every movement of his fingers, soon after feeling your orgasm snap within you when you felt his fingers pinch your bud pushing fingers in deeper.

“Fuckkk! Yes!” he pinched and rolled your bud until it was too much, again and again. The man could feel the way you squeezed down on his fingers tighter, and there it was, he felt that shudder against his hold. Watching in awe as pleasure shattered throughout your body, you felt the wave wash over you and through feeling yourself come down with heavy pants.

His heavy stare on your cunt, the blush spreading on your cheeks as he pulled his fingers from your heat without a care.

There’s that same unimpressed look on his face, he always wears it as if it were costume when you just have came over his fingers. He has no time to waste once more, soiled fingers tapping at your lips to open

“Clean.” you abide, feeling his fingers on your tongue mouthing at the skin, licking your essence from him until he was satisfied.

This part you used to grow red and flustered at, much more than now. How could anyone bare not to, when this good looking Adonis for a man would act bored and a great mix of unbothered after giving someone a mind blowing orgasm with only just his fingers.

He slips his fingers from your lips, off to rolling his shoulders back while cracking his knuckles and neck, almost like he hadn’t had fingers deep into your cunt. He carries on according to routine, patting your thigh again you get up from your spot and wiggle over to your front, chest pressed to the cold cherry wood of his desk making you gasp.

He doesn’t spare you any gentle touches to your ass or anywhere on you, as much as you wished him to. He goes on to clear his throat and hum while placing his hand over by where your cheek rested, whispering down into your ear with nothing but a voice filled with gruffness “Gonna fuck this cunt, hm?”

The way he said it just like that made the breath caught in your throat with a sputter. He always made sure to have some type of way to ask for consent in the most lewd yet bluntest ways, you nod into the desk but that wasn’t enough for him. It never was.

He slaps your ass hard, leaving you to yelp into the wood with a moan “Speak up or I fuck your ass.”

“Yes sir!” you squealed

“Yes sir, what?” you nod more so to yourself for comfort with eyes closed shut while breathing your word of consent “Please fuck me.”

Lust apparently would come in all shapes. Whether it was posed as seduction or formed with mystery, that’s how you would describe Taehyung.

He filled you with too many feelings internally and externally when he had you under him. You didn’t even wait to knock your legs apart, you do it for him, the way he likes with your back arched and out to give the man access to everything he wanted.

He gripped your thigh tight in his hold, licking lips at the sight of your cunt dripping in arousal “Bet you’d like me to fuck your cunt and ass anyways.” it’s not like it was question, because he could guess your answer when you would give in with another moan.

You always sounded sweet in his ears, he thinks if he should coo or not at the action. But he won’t dare to when you’re this close to him with his chest against your back. Taehyung doesn’t do soft unless it was necessary aftercare of course, he wasn’t a little bitch.

You snapped him out of his thoughts with such a needy call for his name, wiggling your ass into his crotch and the man could only pierce his lip likely imaging how your sticky arousal was probably clinging to his designer slacks.

He could feel your attempt to subtly but not so subtly dry hump him like the horny mutt you were always claimed to be. Amused at his angel, he watched your head slightly turn back to meet against lips and whisper in a voice so small and tiny he would combust if he was a teenager all over again, “Fuck me please, Tae.”

“However I want?” he mumbled in a feign pout,

“Whatever you want.” wiggling your hips back into him even more so he would just get to it.

You sigh when you finally feel him move around behind you coming up off from your back although you pout, your mouth falls open with ease feeling one hand lifting your hips while he busied on grabbing his cock from his slacks, teasing the tip at your entrance to start to push inside you. You almost make a sound of complaint for him to just push in, but he was quick with yanking strands of hair into his fist while his other was pierced into your hip.

You moan wantonly, feeling the pressure of him over your entrance and the great mix of pain from finger nails indenting your skin. His grip so tight that the silver rings he wore were sure to make marks into your skin.

“Fuck fuckkk, Tae-ah!” you screamed, feeling him thrust inside of you full. Your walls tried to push him out from the sudden intrusion, not backing down with the knife like grip he held on to your hip. He starts to move you up and down over his length in a slow piercing pace without a problem, his cock twitching at your withering cries begging him to go faster.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Sorry.. so sorry sir,” you can’t even finish your sentence while you were expecting him to start you off slow and easy with teasing himself inside.

And while he continues to yank on your hair, trailing his hand up to your breast squeezing them into his hand. The man would not lie when he said he was addicted with every time you wrapped around him like this, he wouldn’t dare to word a thing of his timeless thoughts.

But, he could continue to riddle his mind on no matter how much he fucked you open, whether with his fingers or his cock you still would feel as tight as the first day he fucked you over a sink in your childhood home. The same day it was your twentieth birthday party.

The pace continued to be slow but hard with every time he thrusted his hips forward into you, making sure he hit just hard enough to make his angel beg for more.

He started to move his hands on your ass faster, forcing you to move your hips quicker against his cock “You can move better than that.” you don’t respond, he usually took over the pace so you assumed this was a mere jab.

Trailing off his hand, he flexed his fingers with a hum almost like he was in thought before you would feel a loud smack land right on your ass. Leaving you in pleasurable shock moaning at the sting and sheer pleasure “Move your fucking hips.” he hissed, wasting no time the man harshly kicks your legs apart even more than they once were. Making it difficult to move now.

The man licks his lips in satisfaction at the little tremble in your arms, beginning to lean forward pushing you in the very angle that he knew would feel just right, “Move.”

He continued to graze his teeth over the shell of your ear before biting down into skin, the unexpected action making you moan even louder. And like the bitch in heat you were, you started to gyrate your hips on his cock like this was your life long desire. The man happily grinned out in that signature cocky smirk of his, listening to the soft "uh’s” fall from lips that made you feel flush down to your cunt.

Taehyung scoffs shaking his head like you could give a fuck when he’s balls deep in you "Need more, hm?” warm hand squeezed tight around your throat and of fucking course you moan a pathetic yes. How can you even think to deny more of his cock when he drags against your walls this deliciously, the man’s hips move so unbelievably fluid with your sloppy untimely movements that it’s honestly impressive.

You can definitely tell the lawyer of a man has been ran through besides from the typical trials and cases, but who would ever care when the dick is this good.

You mumbled in your daze, you were itching to look at his face, moving your neck in an uncomfortable position to only realize how close he really was. Noses almost touching, lips swollen red and cheeks rosy. You can just guess how his chest probably shined in sweat beneath those stupid clothes of his, the veins that lingered down his v line were probably protruding from the strenuous position and all the grunting he’s doing.

Barely blinking back to the present and you realized he’s caught your gaze, this man loved to take any chance to rub in his face how attractive you found him. He goes on to give you that same forbidden look for bedroom eyes with a seductive toothy smirk mouthing the word

“Har-der.”

You couldn’t tell whatsoever if he was asking if you wanted him to go harder or saying the simple word to just say it, but oh boy you figured out quick what the man meant.

Slamming his hips into you. You cried out in a moaning yelp while he groaned watching your slick leak from your cunt with every thrust he gave, the fire and hunger in his moves making you easily turn to nothing but putty in hands.

Your eyes could only flutter back from the pleasure of feeling his girth and length enter you by tenfold. He worked you right, like he knew every little thing about your body and that he did. Taehyung’s right hand fondled your breasts making sure to nip your cheek every so often to remind you who was fucking you this good.

“Give me more.”

Whimpering, you nod in your only great way of responding. Feeling so much from just his hand rubbing your clit while fingers pinched your nipples red, heavy mint breath fanning over your cheek.

Not helping your feral self much more.

He is so down to switch his hands down over to grip your hips again, moving his chest back to watch in awe at how his dick fucked into you with ease. The way your ass jiggled every time he pushed down his pelvis making him go wild, feeling the very obvious wobble in your legs that was barely holding up if it wasn’t for his hands on you.

Nerves on fire, you begin to feel Taehyung signal his near climax with the harder and sloppier his thrusts became.

With a low groan, his pace comes to a sudden stop feeling your inner walls clench around him he hissed pulling out from your heat “Turn over.” you’re so set on chasing your orgasm you don’t even question the loss of his cock in your desperate cunt, doing whatever to please the man. You roll on your back with legs spread wide, having an idea of what he was about to do.

His jaw clenches watching how your pussy squeezed with every pump he gave to his cock, moans falling loose from his lips shooting his hot load over your mound and stomach. With one final pump he lets out a gorgeous moan, and sighs not taking any time to give himself a breather he walks closer between your legs and slips his cock back into you.

Eyes peering down at you, momentarily squeezing his shut from the overload of sensitivity. No matter how sensitive he felt, he was going to give you your orgasm.

He would focus on your desperate little noises for now, you were being such a good girl and not voicing any complaints. Even if he put his orgasm first, your voice still quivered in pure euphoria from feeling him stretch you open all over again.

He surprises you again, pulling out with a heavy exhale licking lips at the pout you wore. He hums throughout kissing your neck in a sloppy manner, pulling back to carelessly slap his cock against your clit.

The man was satisfied to say the least, bathing in the sounds of your moans and squirming hips that tried to use him for friction.

“More, please I need more.” he sighs and alternates to rubbing his length through your sodden lips “Beg for me to put my cock back in.” you are practically panting by now and you have not much will power to think.. other than blubber away “I- shit, I need you TaeTae.” and although he usually would have scolded you for swearing, his cock twitches at the special pet name that was only reserved for you to utter.

You knew what it did to him and he curses the universe for letting you be this damn endearing “Uhhh huh.” he plays it off with barely lifting his shoulders in a shrug while your pout fell more, speaking in an all but innocent tone with another whining mewl “Please, I’ll be good!”

He smiles with a grin almost too toothy for your liking, “Happy birthday to me then.” the man pulls you closer to the edge of the table, rolling his hips back into yours with a hiss and seized jaw feeling you squeeze tightly around him.

Silent cries and whimpers of “Please move” and “Touch me Tae” bounced between the office walls, but all the man would do is continue to still his hips. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his thumb, deciding to speed up the figure eight motions over your cunt. Relishing in the gorgeous ardent moans filling his ears, while you silently begged with half lidded eyes for more and more.

Taehyung enjoys this, teasing you to death with his half limp cock. I mean, look at you, getting fucked over his cock barely being fully naked with only heels on to show for who you are.

It’s almost as all the sudden something fuels him to move, and he does. He began with a soft thrust watching you gasp deeper, trying your hardest not to squeeze around him as if he would evaporate. He chuckles at your timid self, continuing to fuck himself softly into your weeping cunt that begged for so much more than before.

He watched how your hips would try to meet his, trying so hard to feel him deeper inside of you. The man chuckles again, broad shoulders shaking this time with him in amusement.

“Now isn’t that my job, Angel?”

Just those few words would make your thighs tremble in fear, poor baby. The cold ac on in his office would now be completely forgotten under his cruel ministrations and daunting words, making your hips stutter and pause to let him do the work as intended.

The tip of his cock teasing you into shambles, so slow and rough, you could cry. Your walls would unrelentingly squeeze around him while you mewled out into nothing, the muffled moans that strangled out of your throat becoming more incoherent and broken.

He bounces himself a few times, allowing only a few inches to slide out before sinking all the way back in, head lulling in pure bliss at how good you felt around him, even if he still felt overly sensitive from the earlier onslaught.

It’s when your cunt finally allows him to sink deeper, he fucks his hips up into you so hard that for a moment you were sure that you were going to fall head first off his desk if he weren’t holding onto you.

Your pussy was squeezing even tighter around his cock, groaning to the point of a feral growl, the familiar tightness forming into your stomach and with how tight your pussy was wrapped to Taehyung, he knew you were seconds from falling apart in his arms.

It takes the man a few more powerful snaps of his hips and you fall apart, head snapping back to dig into nothing but hard wood. His hand around your neck, pressing down on the two spots that constrict your air. You fall dizzy from the lack of breath, all the pleasure you’re feeling making glossy eyes flutter back with lips agape in a silent moan.

Your body seizes up to tremble all the way down to your toes curling, breath caught in your throat once more when you finally could rasp out a scream of his name as you came hard around his cock. Feeling your orgasm wash over you and through like a broken tidal wave.

“Fucking hell, so tight.” he growls an octave lower barely able to thrust his hips any further into you, fatigue beginning to make its way through. Only able to watch your body tremble down from your orgasm, looking down at you as if he wanted to have you whole with how dark his eyes bore into you “You have zero respect for yourself,” he huffs licking his bottom lip in a pitiful laugh “Smack that pretty fucking cunt, smack it.”

He loved making you feel like nothing but a whore, his whore, this was the night he got what he desired and you would give it.

Making your air catch in your throat as if you weren’t shaking to death from your orgasm. The dirty words he had merely uttered sends chills traveling down straight your spine. Cunt fluttering, with fingers tracing weakly down off to your entrance. So sensitive that you sigh in pleasure, arching head back, fingering your slit like a whore who hasn’t had her fill. Your other busied squeezing and groping the tender flesh before laying an abrupt smack on your clit.

You couldn’t help but arch forward with another broken cry feeling Taehyung buck his hips into you harder but weakly pulling back, “Fuck, again. Keep doing it.” your brows furrowed at the clear challenge, your whines of taehyung’s name not stopping anytime soon. You go on to pulling your hand back and slapping harder this time against your buzzing clit, pulling away almost immediately from the overwhelming stimulation.

“Please.. too much, no more.” your pussy consumed wholly in nerves that spread alight throughout your body, sending you spasms of pleasure with every hit you gave yourself until the man was finally satisfied.

A plain sneer drips in his voice with blatant disappointment “Go ahead, stop.” Fucking devil, he was never going to actually stop until you were on the verge of passing out just like now. You were down to only able to latch weakly onto the man’s neck with sore limbs that felt like jelly, trying your best to hold onto him.

“Relax.” he mutters with a silent hiss, feeling the weak squeezes you kept giving him from the lack of movement, he pulls out with another seething hiss through gritted teeth. You whined more like the baby you were, doing grabby hands for him to pick you up like cum wasn’t dripping down your thighs.

He leans over your shoulder grabbing a few napkins, carrying on to wiping the mess he made on you earlier and your now sore cunt down to your thighs. His brows furrowed throwing the soiled napkins in the bin, his fingertips on your thighs as he ran them over your skin gently staring at you with intent.

You understand, he wants to take care of you, aftercare always began like this.

He hums briefly before smiling small when he sees you make grabby hands for him again.

“You okay, pretty?” you were beginning to grow more tired fighting off yawns, toppling on the fact that your feet were sore from the heels that clung to your heels and well other things. You mutter a soft yes, taehyung nods busy with tucking himself back in his slacks.

Carrying off to scooping you up swiftly from the table to sit you in his lap. As if on instinct from the safe place he gave you, your eyes fluttered closed at the soft and warm feeling of him and hum in tranquility.

Your noises were low and quiet almost like a purring kitten, his palm held close onto your lower back making you nestle into his chest more. While he rolled his chair over to his desk with a cigar back between his fingers, no matter how much you scolded him from all the consequences smoking brung. He would roll his eyes and snub you as if you were being overdramatic. Who cares for lungs and great health, right? You were way too comfortable to care at the moment, it’s his office anyways.

He always knew you hated the smell of cigar smoke, the whole thing if he was being honest. But you always allowed him in moments like this and he appreciated the silence. The man grins to himself at the memory of the first few times he smoked around you, that every single time you would hold your breath until you turned blue to the point where the man would frantically grumble at you to stop and dig his beloved cigar in the tray. Always crossing his arms over his chest in disbelief at how smiley you would get from your success.

A spoiled brat is what you were, but he digresses. Slipping out the matches from the desk drawer he pulls his cigar up between his lips and lights the cancer stick. Shoulders loose, lazing his head back to the ceiling in order to take a proper exhale without hearing the coughing fit you would pull.

The man finally takes a drag from the cigar and exhales the smoke through his lips in rings of smoke. Now this, that. You found incredibly hot whenever he formed smoke rings with his lips, even if he was slowly giving himself cancer. The only joy that his awful smoking habit brought to you was the simple tricks he would do with his pretty mouth. He always looked so in his zone blowing the rings up into the ceiling with no care in the world, it makes you salivate much more seeing his Adam’s apple mixed with glossy lips and then the smoke blazing up through the air? It was a wet dream to be made, and just as he was about to throw the cigar down into his tray, his eyes close for a moment to enjoy the continuous sound of peaceful silence.

He wordlessly moves again with you in his lap, pushing his office chair backward swiveling in his chair rustling around to finally place his favorite record (an old jazz number, of course, mixed with Taehyung‘s famous hums) turning the knob for the volume at a reasonable high and wheeled himself back to snatch up a bottle of whiskey that hadn’t been empty from under his desk, thankfully.

You had a clue of what he was doing, moving around to make yourself more comfortable in his lap while giving enough room for him to make his drink, “Just like routine, hm.” the man pours himself a shot, glancing in disbelief at the almost full bottle and decides on pouring himself one more before sitting comfortably with his hand curled onto your lower back.

He kisses the front of your shoulders carelessly, fingers gracing lightly over your skin; his calloused hands caressing up and down your sensitive spine. His hums growing deeper, he grabs your chin to him pressing lips against yours in a searing kiss full of lust and need.

And god, although he may smoke a chimney. He never without a doubt did not taste like the spearmint chapstick you gifted him for his birthday last year as a gag gift. A gag that would quickly slip into his daily routine, no wonder his lips were so addictive. It’s that damn spearmint chapstick he applied to his lips, all for your liking, little did you know.

“What are you staring at?” he hums at you in question eyes narrowed to you. His eyes darkly clouded, almost hypnotic, the fringe of his hair doing the great job of covering that look he was giving you. Every so often fingers would linger up to line his fringe, humming in tune to the jazz he streamed throughout the room while swaying the both of you side to side, continuously tracing rough digits up and down your spine that shivered at the touch.

“Nothing, admiring you.”

He nods in thought, inhaling more smoke to exhale before taking his shot of whiskey in one gulp without flinching or grimacing. Another bad thing for his health, drinking. But, sadly enough he makes this also look sexy with odd ease.

“Don’t be shy, what happened to my little chatterbox.” he grins patting your back while bouncing his legs with feign excitement.

Your hand canvasses up to cup his cheek with a cheeky grin “I’m here, right here!” you giggle with a squeal from the sudden bounces in lap.

“Ohh, there she is, all it took was a few bounces in my lap.. you’re easy to please.”

You roll your eyes at him trying to fight off the stupid smile that was threatening to break your so called stoic look, awfully failing by the way.

“That is just not true, shut your mouth.”

His brow quirks with question, “Shut my mouth?” giving you the same hard stare that made you squirm awfully in your seat.

“Y-yes.. be good and be quiet.”

“Oh, wow.” he pauses to take another puff of smoke and exhales with great ease, blowing rings of smoke into your face “Maybe, I should of fucked your ass.”

And you’re sure your cheeks are turning blood red, he makes you so god forsaken flustered that your mind short circuits when the same smoke you hate and envy wafts through your face as if he were putting you in a never ending trance to keep you stuck here.

“You wouldn’t dare to.. you’re too obsessed with my,” you swallow hard, nodding to yourself once again for comfort in these awfully painful times “you know.”

And he snickers, his brow ticking higher this time “I know?” he hums almost deeper licking his lips agonizingly slow “I don’t think so, tell me.”

“My.. my,” you stutter and cough like you never heard or ever been acquainted your little brain with words.

“Your cunt.” he hums again, stating it as if it were a hard fact, which it is. You just can’t think to speak for yourself apparently.

And you can’t carry on to respond so you giggle embarrassed and shy like a dumbly flustered school girl landing a smack over his taut chest “Mhm.. that.”

He hums in thought more, running his hand in motion up and down your back “Shy and dumb, you can’t even say the word cunt.”

You flustered up even more, quickly hurrying to bury your face far deep into his neck shaking your head in retaliation. And it’s like you forget the fact that you’re completely naked with once again.. only high heels on.

“You remember nights in this room, where I would only look at your naked body not saying a word.”

Of course you do, those were the nights of the beginning of it all. You nod your head into his neck, you can’t see it but you feel him snicker at you trying to escape his blunt being.

You are convinced on the fact that he has the mindset of a fifty year old man when he is only turning thirty-two today, given how blunt he is and how he holds himself and especially with the way he acts. You are going to assume that law school aged his stoic yet plain spoken soul, even if you have a great honest feeling that no matter his occupation choice, he would of always been like this. You like him the way he is though, even his god awful habits, you are far gone into adoration for this man.

You used to hate the smell of his cigar smoke and strong musky cologne, now you crave for it to scent your clothes when you leave and tonight you beg his scent will stain you for the rest of eternity. You are beginning to lose yourself in all these troubling thoughts, while he is holding you this close and dear to his closed off heart, rubbing lazy patterns into your naked skin.

Now you feel him tapping at your spine, it’s time to come back to him. Thank goodness he’s no actual mind reader.

“Sweet, sweet girl. Come back to earth now.”

You grumble and pull yourself back from him with enough strength from his neck, rubbing fingers into your eyes with another whiny call for his name.

“Taeeehyuuung, I’m here, you disturbed me.”

Suddenly without thought you feel the man tug your hands away from your face and he’s pulling you into a kiss attack, pecking you at a constant from your blushed cheeks down to your collarbones. Making you giggle for him to stop, your voice becoming far too high pitched, squealing and squirming as he buries his face into your neck to plant one last ticklish kiss, finally surrendering.

“Keeping you here forever so no one can touch you,” he hums absorbing your giggles into his heart that soared him with too many feelings to dig from beneath the surface “Oh, really?” your fingers are back to tugging the ends of his hair looking at him with a quizzical look of challenge, as if the man’s words didn’t mean anything.

He doesn’t care for your questionable stare though, handling it well by raising his hand up to cover your mouth shut with the palm of his hand “Really,” he mocks with a roll of his eyes “you’re too good for this world.” he licks his lips again almost asking himself if he should really say this, but he does “And, I love you, my angel right?” you pull away from his hand from your mouth and nod almost barely, your mind drifting to somewhere else.

It was ok.. right. These words didn’t mean anything to him, he was only speaking in the moment like he always would do after sex. And well, he was a self reserved man that needed your body and so did you need his.

You both are going to be ok and fine, it’s fine.

“Tae.” you whisper, calling for him softly.

“Uhm?” he barely replies, nose pressed into the crook between your shoulder and neck.

“I have to tell you something.” he hums in acknowledgement running his fingers up and down your naked skin, feeling you seize under his touch. Confused at the unusual action, he stills his fingers.

You stare off into space and it’s your turn to trace your fingers over his skin, running digits up and down the back of his neck gently twisting your fingers into his hair out of nervous habit. Before you decide it’s only fair, you need to make proper eye contact for what you are about to tell him.

You look up into his bestowed but confused stare, that awaited patiently for what you needed to finally say with such importance.

“I think we should end our arrangement.”

°˖✧ critique + feedback is welcomed ԅ( ˘ω˘ԅ )

a/n: im sure this is one of my worst ive written and the perfectionist in me is sad about it

[watashijeon]

Animals | JJK

♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— Mirror - Somo

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: actress dom!reader x idol sub!jungkook

wc. 9.8k | smut & minor angst

→ Warnings: (+18) — lazily edited! slow burn sex or is that just called teasing and foreplay.. idk 🙁 yn is a whole tease, jk has internalized misogyny about top / bottom dynamics, sorry if yn comes off as bipolar in scenes im diagnosed bpd so… it’s easy to slip my behaviors into a story? Weird coping mechanism my bad, i just be saying stuff this story has no research behind foreigners acting careers, repetitive use of certain words if you notice, whore jk discovers he’s a switch, clubbing edm setting woo, brat jk that’s all talk but no bite when it comes to you, tongue and lip piercing mentions, jk is a cocky man in deep denial, drunk needy jk receives handjob, messy cumshot, cum eating, he’s kinda obsessed with you because you’re out of reach, descriptions of yn being tall in heels, possessive & jealous for no damn reason that he becomes ill from how touch starved he is, car sex, creampie because yn is on the pill thankfully and he is clean, brief overstimulation, im going to try and do less detailed warnings to keep the story a surprise :~}

There’s foreigners that barely make it into this club, likely because it was meant for high A list people in Seoul. He doesn’t think there is any unless they are visiting, but you made a big entrance of being now a permanent A lister with no doubt of turning heads, including Mr. jeon here. It was to be put straight that Jungkook indeed has a crush on you, he really really tried to mark it for a celebrity crush in the beginning of it all.

But since you have been making all tabloids up and down the streets of Seoul with being the first foreigner to act as a main character in a kdrama you were impossible to escape, he wasn’t complaining. If that was crazy news in itself then prepare yourself to know that your love interest in the upcoming show was his dear friend, Cha Eunwoo.

The plot was this far fetched and cliche mafia drama where you were an undercover cop working to catch Eunwoo only to fall in love with each other, an enemies to lovers trope people called it. The show is stupid enough and cliche that it reels you right in to tune in for every week on the new episode.

Jungkook knows you and Eunwoo were still shooting only two episodes left now, with this you and him made great co workers that turned into a blossoming friendship. Jungkook had asked personally if this was for press, fan service possibly to pull in more viewers that all star Eunwoo had great chemistry with a foreigner.

It was a question out of pure desperation but Jungkook doesn’t want to think that, he laughs shaking his head saying “of course not” that you guys didn’t need to do such things with the high amounts of popularity of you guys being a pair already brought. Eunwoo even had to add on how you both personally text and spend time together after filming, the only service you guys give is the leaked dispatch pictures of you both laughing at a window seat cafe pushing your spoon to his lips.

Jungkook saw this of course because it was on his naver news feed. He doesn’t know why he hisses at the pictures, it isn’t because he has buried feelings for eunwoo. Nooo, it’s because he has a stupid and sad celebrity crush on you.. and well, he really really wants to meet you. Now he understood the feeling of being in a parasocial relationship.

You didn’t even do anything to feed into the delusion, your acting and behind the scenes videos with his actor friend was enough to feed him with a minuscule of delusion that you were single. That you would never date because you love your fans and you’re only driven to focus on your career, Jungkook marks this as healthy because everyone has a guilty pleasure along with a special fixation on a person, duh.

But the second you walked in over a month ago meeting hand to hand, face to face with Jungkook. He was absolutely smitten and felt internally challenged to get you into his bed. You were intimidating from the start, fuck you were tall. Almost as tall as him, and Jungkook was never the one to cower from women. But when a tall pretty girl from a different country graces his presence, speaking his mother’s tongue so fluently that you could be mistaken for being born here and he could deem himself somewhat intimidated by your presence.

All of that aside, he really guessed from the behind the scenes you were this sweet docile girl that was easy to bend however he pleased. He was definitely wrong, he knows that now. Jungkook should have known from the second he saw the way your silky hair draped right over your shoulder, legs splayed for all eyes to see. While your body and curves are shaped perfect from the long black satin dress you have worn. Of course it had to have a far too high thigh slit for his hungry eyes to feast on the idea of a sliver of your thighs. He probably looks stupid but he cannot find himself to stop ogling at how you are this effortlessly fucking pretty.

“This is ____, you know of her already I’m sure!” Eunwoo smiles and nods between you both before telling you that he was going to find someone and that you shouldn’t hold off on having fun.

While you nod and bared your attention onto the man a step from you, bowing kindly to the tall wide shouldered man across from you that you were just kindly introduced to in a rush.

Your smile reaching your eyes to crinkle, he noted.

He looked probably silly right now, grinning stupidly at how you were bowing. You following up with a joke about how you almost put your hand out to shake his and he couldn’t find himself to do nothing but do what he knows best. Be an absolute flirt, even if he was jittering with nausea and anxiety.

He could barely look into your eyes to begin with, brain milling through the fact that you were talking to him in the first place even if it was through a brief introduction. Suddenly, a smirk formed on your lips for a brief second before vanishing, making Jungkook cock his head to the side. It was like a sign that you knew. Jungkook snapped his head forward, panic rising just a bit at being caught.

Maybe he should get wasted after all, despite given the silence not helping him. It was as if you liked catching him.

“Soo, Jungkook, I hear you are fond of these clubs.” you smile referring to his “scandal” that was blown out of proportion as of this year and his eyes go wide before he can laugh shaking his head “Yeah, I’m very irresponsible you know. Hope you like that about me.” you lick your bottom lip brushing some hair off from your shoulder smiling with your words “Well I think I can handle, you don’t seem too awful.”

And that was the night you both met, you ended off having a few drinks and sparing small talk before parting ways for both your own accorded reasons. And as the months went on when there was an invite on both ends, you would meet briefly and talk for awhile. The time together growing longer and longer each time, eventually you growing fond of his group circle meshing with your few friends that you knew altogether.

Tonight though? You haven’t spoken a word to Jungkook. Only a small nod before averting your attention back to wherever it was. Your friends and his decided on meeting at the usual spot of being in a booth room for vip groups. Well the seating arrangement was fine, he guessed. You were knee to knee with some guy and on the other hand you had fingers grazing over yoongi talking to him.. about whatever.

Believe it or not you were settling perfectly here in his circle and he had to find out today you’ve known Yoongi for over the past six months because “friend of a friend” is what he told him. But besides that unplanned surprise, all jungkook could do was silently sit and observe you. As creepy as that may have looked from another’s perspective. But jungkook was hot, if he was staring well who cares. He is a good looking man and that’s the privilege it comes with having face, no one raises a brow at an attractive guy far too creepily staring down at a woman. He wasn’t being creepy he thinks, he was just admiring you from a distance. That’s all!

He is following as much detail as he could from the harsh distance between you two, he could see all the little things he liked about you. From the way the club lights reflected off your hair to create a glow around your head, to the way you laugh at probably one of Yoongi’s bad jokes. You look pretty when you laugh, head rolling off to the side covering your mouth.

Deeming you in attempting to come as modest and it makes Jungkook scrunch his nose in disappointment, because he wants to see your pretty smile. You never smile really with your teeth, it’s only ever Cheshire grins and wide crinkled eye smiles.

Afar from that he could really say you set the standard for having a resting bitch face but he honestly finds it attractive at how you come off intimidating while at the same time being nice and charismatic. You are an actress after all, he really should not be surprised. But besides from the aimless ogling he did, it wasn’t always pleasant when he found you hounded by his friends near the vip booth.

All sultry looks and quiet whispers in ears, he grumbles like a big baby and decides on finally saying fuck this and that he is going to stop pussyfooting and find someone else to hook up with. He isn’t a teenage boy anymore, he can find pussy if he wants some.

He has no need to wait around like you held the key to his imaginary chastity belt, he was embarrassing himself at this point. Jungkook knows once he finds himself after a few shots on the dance floor, that he would have a good night with whoever grabs his fleeting attention with their hips gyrating over against his.

He doesn’t remember what happened after the last few sips of his fruit infused soju. He only feels hands on his waist, the stranger moving along with him to the rhythm of the music. He’s a little drunk, but the feeling is good he likes it. He acts with all liquid courage in his veins and turns around in kissing whoever it was that caused the early hard on in his slacks. They tasted sweet, cherry lips just like his, both pairs of mouths tasted the same flavor of fruity alcohol that fell sweet on both tongues. He’s being kissed like he wants to be kissed, hands grabbing on his waist pulling him in closer.

Hips still moving in tandem, having their own rhythm. He could explode now but he has his pride to be held onto. He let’s the stranger control the kiss for now, feeling lips peppering over his jaw down to his neck. Even trailing their lips down to the small opening of his chest that was revealed from unbuttoning his shirt earlier. He can feel the soft suctions of lips pressing on him, sucking hickeys into flushed skin that he would regret much later rather than now. It’s dark except for flickering lights around them, the music is loud but it’s not like he’s listening. Lost in the feeling of the other person being this close to him. and god, it feels good, he feels so good in their hands.

He doesn’t know who it is, not even their name or the color of their hair. It’s too good to care about that, he lets the stranger's hand wander under his shirt that was to be untucked. The mouth working over his neck like no other has. 

They bite and suck over his skin humming softly when he moans, the stranger takes him for his and their own good pressing him up against into one of the singular bathrooms. Broad sweaty back pushed up against the wall, not even bothered in turning on the light. Only slamming the door shut with a swift lock before hands are back all over him.

The corner they are in is far too dark but Jungkook feels safe in the stranger’s grasp and still feels the same amount of good as he did from the beginning, maybe even more if that was possible.

He probably sounds like a broken record at this point but there were no other words to describe what this person is doing to him.

You’re pulling away from his swollen lips with a moan that fell into a dramatic gasp, it's then that Jungkook snaps out of his daze when he feels his own dick jump at the sound the other made. Feeling himself slowly catch on to who this stranger actually was “Isn’t that what you wanted.” you speak sweetly, even when you are minutes from ruining him to nothing “Tell me to stop,” you muttered into a whisper your lips ghosting over his, running a hand up and down his clothed length “Don’t.” he’s heavily panting now with his forehead pressed to yours, just waiting for your lips to come back to his. He couldn’t see you, only able to feel the smirk that rose up to your lips.

He can’t handle this, the teasing and foreplay, without thinking for another second he closes the remaining gap between you and slots your mouths back together.

His lips felt soft, moving in perfect sync with your own but the rhythm is interrupted when you pull him closer by the nape of his neck and lick at Jungkook’s bottom lip. He instantly opens his mouth, completely forgetting his objective with his hands becoming eager to grab onto something.

He's licking into your mouth with desperation, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth pulling a quiet whimper from him with every lick. His tattooed hand fisting your dress when he feels your hand rushing to unzip his jeans, fuck it’s really about to happen “Pull them down.” you groan into his mouth, practically growling into him. His head bobs with a desperate nod, rushing in pushing the waistband of his slacks and boxers down altogether to allow his dick to spring free.

You waste no time now, long fingers coming to wrap around him just right. Poor thing doesn’t even need your spit, the glob of precum dribbling down his tip is just enough. He already bucks his hips into your fist, eager as can be for your touch “Fuck” he whines tipping his head back against the wall, you began stroking him off in gentle snaps of your wrist. Loosening as you move your way down his length, the twists of your wrist hard over him as you go up and down.

Your ears perking when you hear a new sound, one you’ve never thought you would ever get to hear from his little throat, a highly pitched whine “You like that, huh?” you giggle teasing him with your thumb grazing the sensitive tip as he twitches in your hand “Fuck yeah I do.” it's amusing to watch how gasps fall from parted lips, how he moans and whimpers when fingers jerk him from slow to fast, playing with him as you exactly please to “So helpless and lost.” you thrust your hand up, thumb pressed down on his oozing head to feel him writhe in your grasp trying to move.

Trying so hard to rut into your palm but your other hand is already too quick with pinning his hips back to the wall “If you want to fuck my hand,” you squeeze your fist around him for emphasis on your words grazing your lips over his jaw “then be good and ask nicely.” the sober domineering jungkook would have walked right out of here with cocky laughter and said no, but the lustful drunk driven Jungkook has the better idea.. and that is saying yes “Please, please let me fuck your hand.” his breath stutters and shakes, and a hiccup follows with every weak jerk of his hips regardless of the restraint of your grip on him “You’re gonna be all messy baby, gonna have to clean yourself up after.” he doesn’t press on what any of that means, especially when you speak to him in a taunting manner practically. With nails left from his hip now to scraping through his scalp that he wants to moan quietly, or at least try to.

Jungkook is wholeheartedly deciding now on saying fuck it and letting go, the alcohol isn’t helping him much longer with keeping himself from falling into an absolute mess. He was going to finally allow you, allow you to take care of him “You like it messy don’t you honey.” he is gonna die and it’s all your fault “Mmh Yes, yes I do.” your fingers move along down to his dress shirt with cold digits slipping under the white fabric of his button up “Like being touched here, hm?” he gasps feeling your palm moving down until your thumb and forefinger twist at his nipple.

His nipples are already stiff hard after the slightest touches from before and jungkook whimpers proudly at the sensation, twitching everywhere and all over at this point “Yes, yes. Please need more.” he doesn’t have a clue what he is saying, uttering whatever his little brain could muster so he could have more of your touch all over him “Is this what you want? Need my hand to fuck yourself dumb.” you giggle continuing the languid pumps of your hand, snapping your wrist once you reached back up to his tip.

Knowing that said spot made him hiss every time once your hand was near “More than anything.” he sounds hopeless and gone, it’s what he exactly was. He wishes so badly your mouth was around him right now but he’s more than ok with your hand, you make everything seem to feel amazing “Go ahead.” his breath hitches into his throat again, his cheeks burned coming to the quick realization he had to ask for permission to fuck your hand.

Whatever, he could care less when his dick is throbbing for him to move. He feels your hand grope at him rough, unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips forward. How does someone’s hand feel this fucking good “Gooood kookie, just like that.” Even the way you praised him in soft whispers was hot, it’s crazy since many people have called him that same nickname while under him.

But it was much different hearing it from you, especially when you continued to whisper endless praise mixed with degrading him the right amounts. Making jungkook feel like he was going to bust without announcing his end each time he jutted his hips into your hand.

You paused and waited for him to calm down and let his breathing regulate itself, your hand still pressed down by his hard bulge feeling his hips grinding low and painfully against your limp hand. Feeling him grind his hips onto the pressure of your stilled hand, if desperation was a person then jungkook would take the cake for the title “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” he growls practically seething all over your abrupt pause, he’s breathing heavily through his nose, his breaths becoming shallow as he neared climax “Now where did all that attitude come from” you laugh at him lazily stroking him off “you can’t be this pathetic for my hand, now can you.”

Jungkook feels flustered and he thanks the dark because he thinks his face is cherry red from how blunt you can be “Of f-fucking course, I am hard and it hurts.” he hissed snapping his teeth shut, feeling you squeeze him gingerly before your lips press barely to his cheek “I was waiting for you to breathe, you were breathing awfully like an asthma patient.”

“I wonder why.” he scoffs with fake laughter rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek “No need to be such a brat.” and before he can bite back, a certain whine broke from him. Gasping to no end when he felt your hand pumping him faster than before, unable to even take control from the whiplash of your fist “You gonna cum guk?” he knows you’re mocking him but he doesn’t care, as cracked as his voice was right now he still found a place to sound cocky with his words “o-oh yeah, yeah I fucking am.” he slurs on his speech breathless, lisp prominent.

Even his once desperate hips began to stutter as he finally cums with gasp filled murmurs. Hot white ropes of his seed making a mess over his white shirt, spilling himself full into your hand.. practically dripping all over you.

You help him ride the aftermath of his high, groaning to yourself at the way his cock seized in your hand. Checking himself out done with the last push of cum oozing down his length, you may be in the dark but you can sure feel his cum is dripping everywhere. From your fingers, to his cock and probably down to his balls. Jungkook’s eyes are fluttering now licking his lips, feeling your mouth softly kiss along his neck until his high was finally over.

He has such a dumb happy smile, he doesn’t know when the last time he felt this good after a mere handjob “You liked that?” his thighs twitch feeling his hips still from the sensitivity hitting him hard, muttering out in a heavy breath of air his voice back to being deep all of the sudden “So fucking much.” he sucked in a breath before hearing a low rumble of a sound that instantly made Jungkook’s legs turn into jelly. It was more of a sultry giggle than he heard before, “A mess, just like you wanted.” you drawl your words in a sing song manner still managing to sound hot somehow.

His eyes are near closing with a bunny smile forming on his face, it’s only seconds later he feels your hand leave the warmth of him and you murmur “Clean yourself up, you’re a big boy.” he opens his eyes up halfway a bit confused with your words, unable to send his expression of his confusion since you are both in the dark. His quiet “huh” was hopefully enough, because he is afraid his voice might crack if he asks what do you mean.

He feels you leave from his side his heart dropping down into his chest, hearing the familiar sound of your heels clicking closer and closer to the bathroom stall door and he doesn’t want to believe you would leave like that. And you prove him right because all you do is flick on the switch, how embarrassing for him when he probably looks like a mess. His eyes are wide now and he watches how contempt and put together you manage to look, apart from your slightly wrinkled dress and somewhat swollen lips.. you look perfect.

Your heels click when you step towards jungkook and you’re back to his side again, his head turning slightly over to face you with the same look of confusion while your clean hand tilts his chin up to have him look at you straight in the eye. You grin noticing his eyes are so wide, wide as a deer were just caught in headlights “Are you only good at this, making a mess on my hand.” you rise your cum covered hand to his rosey red tinted face, watching his pupils dilate at the real mess he’s made. You were absolutely right, cum was dripping down from your fingers and palm embarrassingly.

He couldn’t even utter an apology before you decide on sticking your cum covered fingers into his mouth, and as if he were on autopilot his lips pressed down between your lips lapping up whatever he painted over your skin. He completely throws out his original idea of a napkin when you look this pleased with him, grinning ear to ear in absolute contentment.

Going far enough to licking your bottom lip in hunger, doing the same motion he does when he wants to get something, tonguing the inside of his cheek. Your eyes never leave his, mouth opened teasingly not unrelenting when you switch between fingers and handing him your palm to lick clean. Boring eyes into his while feeling his tongue glide over his own mess, the barbell of his metal piercing meeting your skin along with licks becoming a mix of erratic and sloppy.

Guiding him to every spot he splattered for him to clean before popping your fingers out from between his lips. And he’s so distracted by your manicured nails barely brushing lint off from his button up that he doesn’t notice the smirk you give him before walking away, the sound of your heels clicking whirl around in his mind like a spell before it’s broken with the sound of the door clicked and the softest “Bye Jungkook.” gracing his ears.

He cannot believe he just allowed himself to get topped by a woman, and worst of all, he liked it so much that he wants more. It’s embarrassing to come to this realization right now, since he quickly realized with his half soft dick out and dried cum still on his thighs.

Jungkook most definitely doesn’t know any better, especially when he sees something and it’s unattainable for others. But to him he thinks this is a great sign to do everything in his power to get what he wants. Oh he will, he will do whatever to get you under him now. Even if he has to be your bitch for awhile to get his way, it will happen and he will walk out the day it happens to say he hit that.

The challenge is on Miss L/n Y/n.

Ok now jungkook is starting to think he failed this said mission, where does he even begin. It has been what? Three months since the best handjob he has yet to receive. And all you two now are just friends, can he even say that when he doesn’t have your phone number. He only ever sees or talks to you when you are in a godforsaken nightclub, constantly swarmed by your friends and desperate men just like him. A week after he should mention the conversation you both briefly had where he asked shyly what that was, basically begging with his eyes and body language how he wanted more. How he wants to ravish you whole whether in a club bathroom or a hotel room, he wants it.

And while he was begging like a love starved puppy you given him the curt response of “Be patient, Jeon.” before prancing off into the distance to your friends. It’s only that he is nothing but impatient and frustrated, he has never waited this long or tried to get one woman for so long that he came down to only fruitless attempts. And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t trying already enough to earn your attention, because believe him he was. He follows like an obedient puppy, completely fixated on you, you are pretty..mission aside he can’t help himself around you. It’s like every time you walk into a room it feels as if a slow motion of the song “love you like a love song” was playing in the background, you walking in with poise and grace with still being hot simultaneously.

Him being this desperate and practically turning into his bitch for you, he realizes that you only see him as nothing but “a sweetheart” as you told him with intending it with a nice compliment. No surprise here when Jungkook is without a doubt always holding your hand along with helping you down steps or up. Even though you most definitely do not need the help, you still allow him. Letting him open every door for you and pulling out chairs at the bars, only hoping that doing all of this would make you want to just wreck him or was he intending to wreck you, he wasn’t sure, he is stupidly confused with himself. Because he definitely thinks he can’t get anymore less obvious in how eager he is to please you.

Why does jungkook mention this all? Well. He could really punch himself right now, because it’s as if everything he did with desperation meant nothing to you. Because seeing right across from him at this very moment with his own two wide eyes were you and Yoongi. And who cares right, what is the big deal.

Well today yoongi is upset and it was evident with the frown on his face, the tension within asking questions was out of the question. So you of course decide on going over to comfort him, hearing the loose lipped words from yours and his friends that he is upset about whatever, it’s still unknown.

He has a great feeling you would quickly figure out what this great unknown reason is and well he was right. Because it’s as if he all just saw this in slow motion with a random song playing in the background of thrumming eardrums, you kiss him, Min yoongi.

You do this on the great reason because one of the lyrics cheekily mentioned something along the lines of a lipstick kiss on the cheek. Never has he seen anyone take the lyrics to a song this seriously, Jungkook practically jumps up in his booth seat with a chuckling friend of his from next to him asking with a voice laced in curiosity “What’s wrong?” “Why is he so startled? Are you ok koo?” and Jungkook doesn’t even try to answer, only asking with a voice of laced annoyance and being at loss found in his voice “Did she just,” his friend proceeds to follow his line of sight tilting his head off to the side finally catching onto what he was asking, following with a stupid smile he always did while drunk “Ohh that, yeah she kissed his jaw.” jungkook is confused, he doesn’t understand what made you do that. No he didn’t own you but you were talking, maybe on loose terms.

It was unfair to him because Jungkook was sitting and waiting eagerly for you to make another move, you said maybe over weeks ago now that he needed to be “patient.” he wasn’t unrelenting on the flirting he sent your way, which left you to just return it casually as always being left of him to be in nothing but a mess internally.

He thought maybe if he stopped doing any of this that you would come around, he’s been patient he thinks. He is on edge and upset at the same time with being this optimistic. He isn’t even allowed to be upset! He still fucks other people and so can you, it makes him itch that he doesn’t have a clue if you have slept with anyone even. He is upset and grumbling in his seat just like before, all because you kissed a very upset Yoongi on his jaw, that was now giggling in the distance over your antics.

The kiss was very low on the edge to kissing his neck, let’s talk about that can we. If this was any other girl his inner “alpha” ego would rage and immediately stomp over to pull you into the nearest bathroom stall and fuck you into oblivion, just like every other girl begged for. But he can’t, he can’t do that because you barely given him the chance to even rub your knee or touch elbows with you. He is panicking because he doesn’t know or even think you remember him, you are fucking hot. You could of easily replaced him, what is he even doing.

He’s done.. he doesn’t need to chase someone this far and wide. You just aren’t, interested. No pfft that isn’t it, you’re just shy or busy.. Mmm yeah.. so shy and busy you kiss his friends on their jaw and giggle while swaying hands side to side playfully dancing in a silly manner to make them smile.

Which you easily achieve even if it’s someone as reserved as Min Yoongi. No, he really shouldn’t be jealous because yoongi, his friend is upset. You are being the oh very kind friend yourself of making him smile, Jungkook is done now this is his healthy closure.. yeah. He’s bored, he doesn’t need you.

Doesn’t need to see your stupid pretty face that wears a lot of mascara, he doesn’t need to see you order a lemon + cherry infused vodka, wearing that stupid dark crimson red dress that fits your body perfect.

Fuck you’d probably be the type to wear a salinas bikini, it would fit you just right with your prominent bone structure and straight posture. Fuckkk, he knows you would probably even wear dramatic diamond jewelry because you could just do that and make it look natural.

Jungkook what the fuck snap out of it, he has had way too much time to think about you. There is no time to sit around when he sees you patting yoongis cock by now, practically, ok it was his thigh. Close enough and you’re off to probably get another lemon ch— he needs to leave.

He shuffles in his seat whispering over to his friend that he would be right back, his friend only waved him off already talking to someone else.

He sees you at the bar, it’s like he planned everything he was going to say to you but now his mind is completely at blank. Maybe he shouldn’t have came over here after all, but jungkook doesn’t have the right mind to think all the way properly. Especially to think correctly when he is tipsy mixing his current feelings of unadulterated agitation, sexual frustration and jealousy.

He knows to take in his surroundings, as if he were an undercover detective waiting to catch you do something. He takes on how you were currently having a dramatic whisper banter at the bar with the bartender, he shouldn’t watch any longer because he thinks if he were to see him or you do something.

He would only think with his throbbing member and incoming headache of yelling dramatically to stop. He may be on the edge of being drunk but jungkook knows not to be that stupid.

And it’s kind of funny how he says he isn’t going to be stupid while he at the same time walking over to the bar, going with reason to get his point across. His orgasm has a time stamp and it’s running late, jokes aside. He’s here, clearing his throat stood right across from you.

Watching how you swirl your drink in hand before your gaze averts from your phone onto him, turning to see the tall man with a visible pout and his arms crossed over his chest that he knew himself had his biceps bulging through his shirt.

He smirks when he notices the way your stare flickered from his chest, up to his neck to finally follow with making eye contact. Your stare holding no emotional, not even a twitch in your features to be traced. You softly go onto speak as if seeing him has been in your daily routine lately “Well hello.”

Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath shaking his head at the audacity you have, his drunk brain running in circles telling him to tell his shit to you because it’s definitely well deserved “You know I exist, wow!” he laughs dryly deciding it’s his turn to stare at you with a meaningless glare, half proud at how well he is holding his attitude regardless of your dry stare.

Your laugh is a mere chuckle squinting eyes to him before shaking your head “I do, could never forget the boy who creamed my hand.” you grin swirling the drink in hand with no intent to speak any further. Jungkook has no great response to that, only able to muster with a hissing voice an octave deeper trying to hide his real emotions “How the fuck did you expect me to last when you are such a tease.”

Your brows rise to your hairline, still not speaking. Jungkook on the other hand apparently doesn’t know when to stop.

“And I cannot believe i’m waiting here hand and foot while you are over there rubbing Yoongi’s knee and what else.. kissing his jaw?”

He expects to hear you talk back, put him in his place. But it’s quiet, nothing but the sounds of club music and the loud ambiance of people around him carrying on with doing whatever.

He doesn’t have the balls to stare up and see your reaction, his eyes dead set on staring at the bar counter and your hand barely grazing over your glass. He badly wishes now that he had a cup in his hand, to have something to crush in nervous hands for his own comfort.

And just when he begins to think he scared you off for good, a great sound erupts into the air. You scoff and giggle.

Snickering to the point of having to cover your mouth like you always do, coughing your guts out so harshly before cutting off with a brute tone of voice “I’m sorry, what.” your face is incredibly quick to snap from the once sweet outgoing girl to a bitter, mean and demeaning glare.

Definitely unrelenting to the pair of wide doe eyes, that are so wide you could tell he was puzzled and lost of what to do or let alone say.

He stutters and stammers like an idiot, deeming himself definitely stupid right now. You pause still, raising a questionable brow at him, the sound of glass clinking on the bar counter heard ringing right in his ears. And your heels click over to him so slow, his throat closing on himself. He is cold and stood frozen, convinced he’s in a trance at this point. It’s as if in god speed you are toe to toe with him and your at the same eye level given your heels.

You tilt your head off to the side with a grin all so knowing of what’s next, the sweet venomous words rolling right off the tongue “What ‘d you say, don’t be shy, repeat yourself.” a single acrylic nail grazes over his cheek pressing into the faded scar with a teasing tap over the flesh “You really want to fuck me, huh?”

Unforgiving nerves are coming to show him for all he is now “Oh.” he laughs in his own spite along with awful deflection “Now, you catch onto me wanting to fuck you.” losing his once calm and cocky resolved self, missing the way your eyes had a shade of darkness linger over them while he was way too busy with rolling his own.

Your nod is slow processing his words, your gaze scrutinizing. He doesn’t even mind the way your acrylic presses into his skin, only coming to realize what this all is when your thumb presses right down into his chin. Tilting his head back with the same smile he knows that isn’t anything but evil, and he loves it. He knows he definitely stricken a nerve. And from you? There has to be an award for that.

Award, reward.. same thing. Because he is definitely receiving something and things have taken a 180 in the last ten minutes or so, no complaints from him besides the feeling that he might bust within minutes tonight in the confines of his backseat in his thankfully spacious Mercedes Benz.

He was beaming with annoyance minutes before, how did it end like this?

“What are you doing to me” he whines gasping for air as if his own airways were blocked from receiving any oxygen “Ruining you.” your grin small at the way he tries pulling you closer to him, almost making you want to laugh. Feeling him press into you with desperate attempts to grind up into your heat, “Want you now.” he mumbles, raising his chin up to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. Not leaving it at that, your lips both move in grinding against each other.

Needy hands tugging on hair with desperate tongues moving over the other’s as if you both practiced together. He moans against your lips, feeling you press a hand against the bulge in his pants.

Your fingers moving fast with massaging his cock through the material of his slacks, rolling hips in return at the back of your hand. Both of you moaning in the same melody, thrusting your hips up against the tent risen from your touches. Taking over the spot of touching his member with your covered cunt, chasing what little friction you both could get.

After a moment it’s jungkook that pulls you back when he meekly tries in desperate attempts again to control the situation once more, “Please.. get naked before I rip your clothes to shreds.” you hum admiring the way his lips are nibbled pink, eyes imploring; and fuck you want him.

You wiggled off his lap, raising his arms up to take off his shirt along with the rest of his clothes all except his jeans. Taking your time with dropping down your knees between his legs, couldn’t help not to, reaching with eager fingers to rub his biceps. Pendant chain pressed on his chest, he flashes you a lazy smirk before his lips fell into an o shape feeling his nipples already become rock hard from a few pinches and twists just like the first time.

He can’t help to not bite down on the side of his pierced lip, rushing his own fingers onto his belt to unbuckle but was stopped when quick hands pushed his away. Opening his mouth to question, he shut himself up when you started to undo his belt for him. Pulling the leather belt from the loops of his slacks and pushing them down to his ankles “In a hurry are we,” he licked his lips nodding his head with allowing you to continue “You have my attention, no need to rush.”

You were teasing jungkook with your words, getting him to crave what it was to feel powerless. A spark of arousal bubbles in his gut, it’s an all consuming sensation that makes him tense his thighs to relieve some pressure, still biting on his lip until it starts to throb with pain. And it doesn’t help when he feels your burning gaze has tenfold to watch every movement he was doing.

Before he could realize, his own hand was back to traveling down soon palming his crotch over the material of his boxers. He bit his lip even harder with his mind racing. He was nervous about how you would react but right now he doesn’t care. He is so desperate for any touch or friction, he couldn’t care less.

His hand gently rubbed the bulge slowly growing even harder, the images of your thighs flashing under closed lids. His hand quick to moving under the hem of tight boxer briefs and finally coming skin to skin as he wrapped his hand around his hardening length.

“God, you’re too cute. Are you really this eager for pussy?”

his eyes flutter open with a whine watching your hand push him off once again “Shut up,” he grumbles, cheeks matched with the color of his dick.

You have done this countless times before, he should know you do this to get under his skin.

You carry on to dreamily giggle like you always do while humming to him “Guk?”

His jaw is painfully still strained as he replies with a swift, “Yes?”

“Stop being a brat and kiss me.”

He doesn’t care to talk back now, he is too horny that he will do whatever you want. He pushed his lips against yours, it was a bit awkward and sloppy because neither of you took the lead, waiting for him to do so since he’s been begging with his actions to show who’s boss, guess the agenda has changed.

You decided you’ll do it then, it wasn’t like you were going to allow him for long to have control.

The sloppy kiss progressively steers into a fast driven pace. A pace where you decide to swipe at his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue. Slipping it into his mouth, licking the row of teeth and making it obvious that you’d like to get on Jeongguk’s lap by leaning in closer to him slowly getting yourself up from the carpet of his backseat.

He gets the message in the midst of his horny state and grabs your hips pinning you onto his lap, settling your ass down near his crotch. Grabby tattooed digits pushing your dress up to your waist and from there it’s back to being tongue and teeth mixed with languid moans.

He feels like a man hypnotized, your hands running up and down his thighs that come to rest in the dip of his waist “By the way,” he hums to your few words way too busy relishing in your touch “don’t hold back any of those pretty sounds you make when you’re inside me.”

Jeongguk feels his teeth grit with a sharp hiss at the way you press your panty covered cunt over his dick, jawline tensed holding onto whatever self control he had left.

“Jus’ wanna hear how brainless you become.”

At the moment, he’s so, so hard. He’s already anticipated of what your next words or actions will be, what you’ll say to piss him off further but also arouse him at the same time. You surprise him though, but when do you not. The way your eye contact doesn’t break with every word you mutter just shows how enticing you are to him.

You jutted your bottom lip out playfully only to make him smirk with a silent scoff “Sorry, I’ll be nice now.” you pressed on with straight blatant sarcasm running your hand up from his waist over to his shoulder, beginning to trail a litter of wet kisses from the shell of his ear down to his neck. Biting down into hot skin to hear him whine out in tiny hisses, cursing at you to move your hips over him more.

“If you don’t put my fucking dick in I swear to g-“

“Im ready, go.” even if you were ready, which caught him by surprise, jungkook still held onto your waist to prepare himself. You moan when Jeongguk finally slides in, slow and careful whilst deciding on rubbing your ass to provide distraction from the burn. As expected, he is big. However, your thoughts leave when you’re speared apart and his cock is inside within his full entirety pushes in until you were sat right on his lap, your figure settling from the stretch.

“Holy f-fuck.” jungkook takes his time to exhale a shaky breath, hiding himself in the crook of your neck feeling your body giggle at him “You sure have an attitude.”

He doesn’t look at you in his own desperate shame while he jerks his hips forward. He smells the scent of perfume clinging to your body. It wasn’t strong, just the right amount of for Jungkook’s sensitive nose. The sweet faint scent comforted him, his own shoulders easing as he took slow deep breaths. He doesn’t have a mind to respond to the retort, only wanting to feel you move “Need you bad.” you hum quiet before speaking in a whisper “Then fuck me, Jeongguk-ah.” his name should not sound that good from being simply pronounced.

Jungkook licks his lips eager before giving his hips an experimental roll, groaning out guttural at how you feel around him. Hot arousal thudding through coursing veins, feeling a pulse all over his skin “Kiss me.” the command is fierce and breathless against his lips. He can’t do more than groan capturing your mouth in a rushed kiss, resounding a quiet yes between a breath he took. Soaking up every moan and whimper that let out against your lips.

In the midst of this all, he pulls out from your heat with a quiet gasp from the feeling and slides in with one long thrust. Eyes trailing down to see how you were opened around the girth of his cock, the sounds of skin and you gasping in pleasure “More, faster.” the both of you were already moaning in tandem, rocking hips into your heat “Yeah? Harder, uh?” he is slowly becoming crazy, each thrust rocking through yours and his body.

You nod moving your hips back and forth over his cock that still remained to jerk up into your heat in rhythm. Thankful that there was room to where you didn’t hit your head on the roof of his car “Gonna ride you now, Mhm.” you don’t care to hear his answer, already positioning knees. Feeling the burn of them digging into leathered seats — by now they’re colored pink because of the uncomfortable position, but you crave the burn and because now you’re steady. Hand pressed over his chest, his tip pressed right at your entrance while grazing him over your hole and,

“Oh god, right there.” he whines voice quick to fall into falsetto, head thrown back to hit his headrest. Your feet flat against his seats, bouncing hips up and down with force and it’s then that he breaks wholeheartedly.

A cracked silent scream that falls into a moan with dilated eyes that fell into scrunched brows, pretty pink lips forming into an o shape when the pleasure that once felt determined now grows into something more driven.

“Right there huh?” you gyrate your hips over him deeper feeling his thighs seize under you, his fingers flying to grapple onto your sides in godspeed “Yes, yes! My god, there holy fuck.”

Not holding back at all, thrusting up and down to the point your wetness squelched with every bounce over his cock.

The car was surely moving with the both of you at this point and outsiders likely knew what was going on, given the tinted windows mixed with misted fog from labored actions. At this point the both of you were taking turns, cock sliding in and out of you with ease. Deft fingers pressed against your clit, the difference of the motions had nails buried hilt into his shoulders.

His eyes nearly fall from his sockets when he thinks he finally had a proper grasp on your hips, feeling you brace your hands on his shoulders before riding him into absolute oblivion. He can’t even stay in control much longer, let alone think for a second to look at the sight when his eyes are already fluttering to the back of his mind from how tight you squeeze him, whilst all at the same time riding him like your life depended on it.

“What did I fucking tell you, hmm?” you squeeze his cheeks between your fingers, his pouted lips making you go haywire “Tell me guk.” god you make him weak, sitting all pretty over his lap like this “You told me..” he gasps gnawing on his lip, head thrown back again to strain himself from busting when he feels you squeeze around him again “To be- fucking hell- to be patient.”

He could feel every push and slam into your cunt that turned faster and rougher. There was a sudden increase in speed that had your ass bouncing from the sudden force, limbs near give out at your own eagerness. The pace is animalistic, so dirty and disgusting and you couldn’t have asked for a better body to mesh with.

“And what did you do, hm?” he doesn’t respond, jungkook only can bob his head fast in responding before rolling his eyes back in bliss.

“I shouldn’t allow you to cum honestly. For being this impatient.”

Jungkook’s eyes could barely focus on you with every whine and groan he uttered feeling you ride him at every perfect angle “impatient, ex-excuse me it has been weeks what—“ he yelps feeling a tight fist squeeze around his balls and he doesn’t think a woman has ever done something that caught him this off guard “Shut the fuck up, damn.” especially doing it with getting him to shut up.

Jungkook thinks about how he could easily pick you up right now and manhandle you into whatever position he pleased, but something deep inside of him doesn’t desire to do that at all. His pupils are blown, mouth hanging agape as he felt your pace grew agonizingly slow.

Every piece of you was being used as you fucked him and deep in his mind, he was feeling like an animal. Your back arched into him and he pulls you closer to his chest.

Half droopy smirk plastered on his features when he reverts his attention back to your o shaped lips and fluttering lashes. You grab onto Jungkook’s hands and place them on your waist, fingers interlocked as he drags them down in one smooth motion until they rest back on your ass. He grabbed a handful of the supple skin of your ass, while picking up the perfect pace, his thrusts heavy but long.

Catching on you began to slow down to barely bouncing, “Close?” he manages to mumble even if his speech was slurred, you nod drunkenly. Pushing your lips onto his to sloppily kiss him while your hips still worked in motion with his.

The kiss is hot and sloppy as you feel your orgasm incoming, sucking his lips and tongue your lips occasionally grazing the metal barbell pierced into the wet muscle, running fingers through sweaty hair “So close.” your hips begin to stutter. He feels your soft palms trail down his bare sides, familiarizing yourself before grabbing at the skin and clawing his skin. No longer in control of your body, you let go.

You groan out in a throaty whine in pure ecstasy, spasming around him as your body crashed through the waves of your orgasm. No matter how sensitive you were, you still pushed through to bounce over his cock. Loving the way he throbbed around your walls “Yes, yes use me. Shit.” his own thrusts began to stagger a sign that he was about to cum, cock aching for release while you came down down from your high.

He knew he was going to cum right on the spot when he opened his eyes seeing you like this, his breaths ragged and he knew he lost it. He hears the few lethal words whispered into his shoulder, oh so sweetly “No one could ever make you feel this way, look at the realization dawning on you.” and as if you held the invisible string of his orgasm, it snapped. Not wasting a second with pinning your hips down one last time, growling feral at the way you moaned into his skin.

Your hips still rocking even if you were on the verge of tears from overstimulation “Good boy, look at you filling me up just right.” he whines bobbing his head back barely listening, how were you this good at talking a man through his end. It makes him envious at whoever had their hands on you before this, or more so your hands on them.

He feels honored in itself you allowed him to finish inside you, you feel so warm and tight, he’s not sure if he would of been able to pull out in time. Which is crazy to jungkook because his pull out game is amazing.

He is already coming back from wherever his mind has wondered, blinking profusely, his vision fuzzy and he can feel you slip out from him. Both of you hiss at the contact and his eyes are blinking to still his vision, there you are, already ready in leaving him.

Currently he sees you using the wipes he kept in his side console, guilty as charge.. jungkook is a prepared man. He tries to find the words to speak with his mouth, blubbering for anything to say. Say anything you idiot. He’s combing through his little brain right now trying to get himself to do the humanly action of using his mouth, he notices oddly while watching you get ready that even after the sex you both just had you still looked good as new.

And jungkook pouts because he didn’t take the time to slip the straps from your dress and see your chest bare, god he is disappointed in himself. He got way too busy in how good you felt around him. You almost seemed like you could care less if he wasn’t speaking and that makes jungkook annoyed to no end. How are you not clingy after sex, even he can admit that cuddles and aftercare after sex is nice, no matter how meaningless his fuck is.

He sighs heavily more to himself, leaving a spent Jungkook vying to catch for his breath. While you were busy bending over to pick up your belongings and smoothing the wrinkles out from your dress, he’s way too infatuated at how you move this swiftly after getting fucked and jungkook has a track record for wobbly limbs. He is a bit lost right now until your sweet voice knocks him from his thoughts “Gonna go, I’ll see you!” he stutters, half naked figure sitting up scrambling to wiggle on his boxers “wait wait, hold on- I can drive you home.” your eyes blink at him almost cartoonish, as if you were confused of why he was offering such “I mean I have this.” he motions his hands chuckling fruitless, he thinks you’re going to say yes.

But you break his heart all over again, shaking your head with that same giggle turning to face him straight. Eyeing his scratched skin with the same evil smile that would make knees buck if he wasn’t already drained “Guk.” his pupils dilate in hope, nibbling over his lip ring watching how you trail back into the seat next to him, rubbing over his chest with warm fingers coming to push his bottom lip together.

You smile, smiling for the first time ever with teeth. He can definitely feel his heart ricochet off the walls when you eye at his squished lips all while doing the simple action “Would stay for the ride but,” your eyes follow over his shocked and surprised ones, smiling back again with another cheeky grin before mouthing the word “dispatch” and all he can do is shake his head with an abrupt nod, your fingers have left watching them trail off to open his car door and sitting on your bottom to put on heels.

Jungkook stared timelessly at your back, completely at loss for the thousandth time tonight. And he can’t even ask if you would like to come over sometime.. outside of the club setting for once. You are gone, already left from being briefly sat down seconds before.

He is doomed and is now deeming himself most definitely pussy whipped.

°˖✧ critique + feedback is welcomed ԅ( ˘ω˘ԅ )

a/n: switch jk is the moment

[watashijeon]

Sharing My Heart | MYG

♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— Softcore - The Nbhd

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: stylist sub!reader x playboy dom!yoongi

wc. 9k | smut & angst + minor fluff

think of this yoongi: 🍓

→ Warnings: (+18) — unedited! yoongi plays with ur heart like a fiddle, brat taming, unprotected rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), cocky short yoongi is embraced here, praise galore, emotionally unavailable yoongi and yn is aware but in denial all at the same time, car sex in his limousine, caught cheating but not really because ur not dating?, desperate yn, dirty talk, yn got a mouth on her, creampie :] possessiveness is mutual on both ends, finger sucking, unrequited or is it?, yoongi kinda does whatever to get what he wants, crying, panic attack (throwing up), mention of dissociation, manipulation, yoongi is nice when he wants to be, hot hot jealousy, brief hissy fit of an argument, a sad unhealthy friends with benefits situation, yn gets rag dolled around, spanking, doggystyle, squirting, choking, yoongi acts as if he takes viagra, multiple orgasms..

And he just.. looks at me. With those eyes – I mean, you’ve seen his eyes, right? Maybe not the way I have. But really? You have never noticed that look in his eyes?

“Yeah, just like that.” the man groans, fingers tangled in your hair bobbing your head ferociously on his cock in the backseat of his limousine. Nothing but wet smacks and gulps heard, mixed with your muffled whines.

Min yoongi was mean, and the textbook definition of awful but you were utterly and hopelessly weak for him. Any grasp of yourself that you had before was now completely thrown out the second he made way into your life, you were nothing but a mere hair and make up stylist for the man. Between constant flirty banters back and forth only suspecting that he acted like that with everyone, catching yourself months later from being professional in your work field into now his part time fuck.

“Mouth so good, always good for me.” yoongi hissed while your scalp burned from every tug and pull of your mouth being pushed further down onto him. You let him in deeper, jaw relaxed that his cock finds the back of your uvula swallowing around him. You decide to hum around him, feeling his body tense with fingers finding their way over his thighs. The sensation of your throat swallowing around him just right, he weakly attempts to stifle his moans by biting knuckles with short breaths of laughter. Your eyes flickered meeting his barely lidded ones, pulling back abrupt in mid deep throat. A trail of spit connecting from his cock to your lips.

You smile licking your petals only to follow down with a sloppy trail kissing with short smacks to his inner thighs “So sensitive Min Yoongi” you whispered, loving the way he would jerk up at every touch of your fingers or lips even just the feeling of your hot breath against his skin. Your tongue finally trails back down to meet his mushroom tip, wet muscle swirling around him all the while you moan out wantonly urging him to take control again of your throat. Lapping over the slit that dribbled of pre cum, tasting salty against your tongue. The bitter taste fueling you to press back on him harder this time, desperate grunts falling into broken moans. Hips bucking back into your mouth, no problem with choking you to death if fate decided that now.

Besides the aggressive thrusts, your throat giving out with the constant tugs to your tender scalp. You took his cock like a champ, never complained once. Only downside of this you thought, was the carpet of his limousine brushed carpet burn to your knees, but of course nevertheless you were a cockslut. The man grunts again feeling himself closer to his end, “fuuck baby you’re going to make me cum fast if you keep sucking on me like that” he smiles down at your mess of a state, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb thinking to himself how crazy it was that you still maintained to look this pretty. Tears of mascara dripping down to your cheeks contrasted to pink swollen lips, on your knees being obedient as ever.

He licks his lips coming from his thoughts, continuing to relentlessly fuck your mouth like you were his favorite fleshlight. “Fuck.., fuck” his chest rises “wanna see you take it all and hold it longer.” your eyes blink to his, and he knows just what to do to get his way “Can you do that for me pretty?” smile small, falling even more for his words of given pet names that meant nothing to him but all the everything to you. He recognized the hidden hints, yearning for more. Deciding to ignore it he hums motioning his head for you to get back to it. Even if the way he commanded you to do things was the resemblance to a dog, you didn’t care. If this is how he wanted to treat you, it was deserved. Besides, he was being so much nicer to you than usual. “Damn it," he moans for the umpteenth time head thrown back to his headrest, swallowing around him so fervently not pulling back for air. Holding eye contact begging for him to look at you, while hoping you could last. Your throat began to give out, finishing with a couple strokes later of bobs and swallows to his cock.

Trying his best to keep his eyes from rolling back, “My God.” he looks over his shoulder to check his phone, eyes faltering between you and the device letting out a sigh clicking his phone off. His fingers slipping back into his spot “You are magical or s-something” he was definitely not prepared though for the vibration of your giggle that went straight to his cock, he huffs with a long groan fisting digits into now knotted hair. Abs flexing with every clench to his jaw, trying to hold himself longer from falling apart.

Swallowing sporadically, breathing heavy throughout your nose. You knew he was getting close when he began to babble in tongues, “Oh oh gonna cum, gonna cum—” with various curses and chants of your name your lips pressed tightly around his shaft, sure that they were bruised by now. One last thrust then it’s two, you hold your throat just a bit longer counting back the seconds. Beginning to see stars from the lack of air, he cums, milky spurts of seed dripping down the back of your throat.

Satisfied sighs fell from his lips, feeling him fill your throat to it’s limit. Used to the bitter but somewhat sweet taste, most times liking it more than you would like to admit swallowing yoongi down to the last drop. You pull off with a wet *pop* sound gasping for breath, voice likely ruined but in your eyes it was all worth it. To see the aftermath of Yoongi lazily smirk every time at the lewd action no matter how many times you’ve done it, his muscles would always squeeze one last time. His digits slip from your hair now, cock heavy against his stomach while laid back just enough to take a deep breath.

Yoongi’s completely flustered, maybe at loss for words from his distracted stare “You are fucking crazy you know that?” he grows quiet again, lips parted with uneven breaths, pink tongue darting to lick his bottom lip. The small action not going missed by you, he grins cat eyes prominent. Yoongi sighed ignoring the underlying sentiment as per usual, “Give me a few and then we can fuck?” your eyes turn to slits teasing him, pulling boxers back over his cock. He hissed at the action clicking his teeth shut, your wrist stilled in his hand “No?” he gestured with eyes down to his cock, his half limp dick straining against him desperate. You could only roll your eyes clearing your throat, tapping to your esophagus “Water first please.” throat hoarse from the onslaught, he gasps to himself the realization handing you the bottle shortly apologizing before busying himself to his phone.

You sipped your water quietly watching him through scrunched brows, droplets trickling to your chin mixed with the remains of his cum. You give him an eye smile that was mirrored back to be the tightest lip one you’ve seen from him. But you didn’t question it, you knew he was tired and he wasn’t the most in check with showing his emotions. So you moved on both agreeing to take a small break, in no exact rush still being over an hour away from his place.

You’re straddled in his lap panties already thrown off, legs knocked apart worn somehow still in the tight snug satin dress that reached barely above your thighs. He questioned why you always dressed up for him, it was pointless in his mind. Always ending in him ripping whatever you were wearing off your skin every time without a beat, sparing you his not so sorry apologies that he would buy you a new whatever. His hands already busy roughly grabbing your chin pulling you in for a kiss, your tongue swiping across.

Lips parted allowing you to lick into his mouth, sloppily clashing with each other’s tongues and teeth. You whisper against his lips that you were in the mood still, his hand grabs onto your waist leaning over to grab a familiar foiled packet passing you the condom “Protection like you wanted.” his voice comes out with fake enthusiasm, acting as if he was on board using condoms when all other times he would beg if he could go raw.

You saved him the merciful act throwing the condom to wherever it landed, rolling your eyes at the feign surprise on his features while you were growing impatient. You rut your hips up against him, his eager fingers slipped down to swipe through your folds with ring clad fingers brushing barely. He smirks at the shine of your arousal coated on his fingers, sliding them right into your mouth “All wet from sucking cock, mh.” you ignored him just needing him inside of you now, spreading your thighs more hoping he would take the message. You align the tip of him over your soaking entrance, gentle but rough kisses trailed from his neck up to the shell of his ear.

The smell of your perfume filling his senses full, a sweet scent of tangerines and bourbon vanilla. He hums in contentment carding his fingers through your strands, tilting his neck for more of your mouth "You smell like my two favorite things.” he feels you squirm up against him, your entrance grazing over his cock waiting for permission ignoring his attempts to foreplay any further.

A hiss falling from his and your lips, hand on your hip while continuing to ignore your growing sexual frustration “You put that on for me i bet” he grins rocking you back and forth barely over him, listening aimlessly you whine impatient now “just- fuck me properly for once damn yoong-“ the moment those few stupid words left you, a brow quirks up at you in half amusement and the other in shock. Fingers quick to finding their home over your throat, long deft digits pressed feeling the coldness of diamond and gold plated rings grace you. Lips and teeth quickly coming to clash against yours, you draw him in closer biting down on his lip to tug back for your own enjoyment. Feeling his cock pulse against your cunt that pressed further in, your folds completely soaked of your essence coating him. He breaks back from the kiss to tug the straps of your dress down to pool at your waist, drooling at how your tits spilled with ease from the flimsy thin fabric.

Licking his lips with a smirk, knowing you forgone a bra now when he was around. Probably because he almost always ended up breaking the clasp, tearing your bra right from your chest. As if it was a crime to not see your tits bounce right in his face at every given moment “Yoongi p-please fuck.” he scoffs “Always fucking needy.” his hand fell from your throat, fingers quick to spreading you open. Your shiny slick dripping right from your cunt, cheeks burning red at the realization of how easily worked up you were from just dry humping each other “You want it don’t you baby, you need my cock that bad?” His gaze strong enough to melt your flesh off with how intensely he stared up at you “I do, please i-i need it” his palm cupped your cheek slipping his thumb past parted lips to shut you up.

The man smiling wolfishly mouthing right to your lust driven eyes “You asked for this.” your breath jumping right in your throat, pulling hips up for his cock to bottom all the way out to slam right back into you with timed haste. No time to think now when he immediately began to hit your sweet spot just right. Left to you yelping in a choked cry while clawing claws for nails into shoulders taking every one of his thrusts — yoongi grunts growing more and more feral his fingers boring into your cheek, thumb pressing down on the wet muscle. Your moans muffled begging for more of him, thighs clenched tight while you sunk up and down repetitively on his cock taking the stretch to your cunt all at once. Brows creased, a sheen layer of sweat forming to his hairline his eyes zeroing out at the way your cunt swallowed him with every thrust “This is all your fault baby, it’s what you get for being so fucking mouthy.” your hips buck forward mouth buried down into his shoulder, canines sinking into his flesh marking him. Lapping your tongue over any blood drawn, kissing him with no exact direction. Deeper whimpers fallen against his skin every so often, making zero sense of your mindless babbles.

He felt the heat build to his abdomen, slowing his thrusts down wanting to furlong his orgasm. Still holding onto him, you pull your mouth back from him to meet smiling brown eyes with your tearful ones that were on the edge of your impending orgasm. You were drooling, incapable of forming any words only your hooded irises a sign of being present. You could feel him in your stomach when he began to slow down, hand pressed between your thighs pleasuring your swollen clit. Letting you adjust to the size of his throbbing member, the sensation laced with pleasure no longer feeling the unforgiving burn as much. You arch out to him with every moan for his touch, pushing tits to his face feeling each time he bottoms out to you hitting places you could never dream reaching with your fingers.

Your tongues were kissing, noses knocking against each other with every thrust and bounce crying against his mouth that it was all too much while he cooed up at you patronizingly “Keep crying, baby. You’re making my cock hard.” he hissed against you, hot breath against yours making you squeeze your walls around him. Landing you a smack to your ass while Yoongi watched you began to break apart in his hold, glossy lost eyes and red cheeks staring to him just the way he liked it. Your warm skin naked only for his hungry eyes. Only craving for more of you the man pushed himself back deeper, hand to your face while the other held your hair. Feeling your walls begin to flutter around him your end coming close, mouth drawn agape desperately clinging to his sweaty skin.

"Tell me what you want." his groans guttural, keeping your hips continue a steady pace becoming sloppier with every passing minute

"P-please make me cum!" your legs tremble from holding yourself off for too long, just waiting to hear those few words.

"Go ahead, cum." he demanded watching you finally let go your body that seized in euphoria. While desperately rocking yourself against him, the feeling of your release making waves over his cock spilling over him while you shook and cried from pleasure. Your eyes barely flutter open coming slowly back down from your high, feeling him stare at you dumbfounded by your reactions through furrowed brows. His head titled resembling a confused puppy “Did I fuck you right this time?” his cocky smirk visible, rubbing the sides of your arms to calm the blubbering sobs that fell “I-I’m sorry” you sniffled with a cough, voice still rasped from earlier blinking tears away. Your head crashes to rest on his shoulder, hands moving to your hips to pull himself out from you.

You whimper from the sheer sensitivity, his fingers rubbing over your wet slick. Dragging your sticky arousal over your globes, whispering barely “You better get ready and take what I’m about to give you for being a stupid unapologetic whore.” you clamor quickly at his arms with panic shaking your head “N-no please yoongi, no more.” he pulls you back by your hair smiling at the way your eyes began to well again, rough calloused fingers pressed to bruise your hip “I was too nice earlier don’t you think? you don’t like nice baby, clearly.” he chuckles pulling you off from his lap whirling you to your front, head buried hilt to his seat your backside up in the air ass arched as on command.

It happened so quick you couldn’t even process it correctly, he hums back to you content with the compromising position he pulled you into, his toned taut chest pressed to your back “You want it harder don’t you sweetheart?” you sniffle feeling the smug grin down against your neck. His cock surely throbbed begging for release, watching the sight of your little mouth parted with cheeks burned pink, tongue stuck out your head nodded into the hot leather “Y-yes.” you would be lying if you didn’t like him being rough, the countless pleas to slow down were only foreplay. Yoongi himself knew that if you really wanted to stop you had a safe word, if you could be of use for his masochistic tendencies then you would indulge in it whole.

He scoffs pulling himself off from your back “So greedy baby, you’re going to regret ever saying yes.” you wiggle feeling his member throb with a quiet hiss, earning you another spanking “We’ll see about that M-Min.” barely able to muster those few words trying your best to keep the bratty front you once had “Right.” is all the man says before lining himself to your hole again, pressing himself down into you full while you gasped nails already clawing to his seat with shaky knees and a broken gasp “You feel so tiny,” he huffs with a grunt pacing himself further until he was buried deep inside of you “even after I just drilled you.” and while you thought he was going to torture you with slow thrusts, boy were you wrong. His hips immediately disconnect from yours snapping all the way back to your cunt, pounding viciously inside the tight heat just to hit every beat whatever song was playing within the car stereo.

Your only response was gripping the leather, face smushed to the seat muffling your loud whining moans. Sure that his driver could hear you by now “You like getting thrown around, hm? Used and abused like the good puppy you are.” a vile smile spreads across his sinister lips when occasionally your loud moans reached above the loud volume of his music. His length was stretching you once again, and he knew just every spot to probe repetitively pulling you into nothing but a puddle. Getting fucked so roughly, your head was blank to the point of being unresponsive in making any sense “Y-yoongi” you cry with every wet lewd smack that fell in your ears, the smell of sex and his cologne filling the air.

The complete opposite to how you were talking back minutes before; all the reason how you got here in the first place. Barely here with reality, becoming flustered and humiliated from how pathetic you probably looked. Almost like he was hearing your thoughts, probably taking note of the squeeze to your eyes with pursed lips trying to hold back your moans “What's wrong baby, few more minutes in this position and maybe next time you'll think better than being a fucking brat.” he growls roughly into your ear keeping his firm grip on the nape of your neck, not pounding any less harder into you watching your lips tumble back open.

"Am I hurting you?" the man asked hand snaked between trembling thighs, rubbing at your buzzing clit feeling you writhe in pain from the overstimulation. Whines and defeated moans tumbling from your lips, watching you fuck yourself back onto his hips.

"Y-yes yoongi!" you cried, trying to turn your head back but it was only pushed back into the seats. The man pulling all the way back out just to shove himself into your fluttering hole at once bouncing you back into him endlessly again.

"Good." a lopsided grin tugged at his corners

"Now repeat. No one can fuck you like me."

"N-no- no ah ah! no one can.."

"Finish the sentence."

"Can... fuck mnnh me like you do Yoongi!"

"Your body belongs to me."

"Please! oh fu-.."

"Say it or you don’t get to cum again."

“M-my my! everything is yours”

“Goooood girl.” his voice dropping another octave his tone drawn out with every syllable, followed with praising you from behind helping you ride your permitted high. Watching in amazement at the liquid that sprayed from your cunt while you squirt back all over his stomach, liquids left to drip down his thighs. Leaving him to groan slapping his fingers to your cunt, the gush continuing to leak all over his ring clad digits “What a dirty girl, you just couldn’t hold it in, could you?” you nod stupidly with an impure smile eyes fluttering. Drool dripping from the corners of your lips repeating his name drunkly an airy giggle falls from your lips. Absolutely gone in the afterglow of your pleasure.

His eyes ogling closely admiring how pretty you looked to him, while he blinked back from the feeling of you swatting his hands away to be rewarded with them pinned to your back “Stupid whore, you didn’t even let me cum yet.” he tsks to himself catching himself becoming breathless, after edging for so long he was frustrated and needed to cum now “And to think I was going to be nice once more by fucking my cum into you gently.” he shakes his head with a cocked grin, his bulbous red tip pressing back into your entrance acknowledging barely the hisses from your throat that cursed him under your breath “Hmmm you’re finally getting what you wanted, fucked properly? Right y/n, tell me baby. Tell me how much better I’m doing.” He growls slipping back as he pushes into your fluttering cunt, grabbing ahold of your waist reeling his hips back between each and every thrust. Unforgiving of all your whimpers of protest, he fucks into you slow but long thrusts as your head tilted back.

You could feel the warmth in your center resurfacing, growing more as he bounces you back on his dick. Basking in the pretty sounds you made moving over him, which he thought were the most sweetest yet hottest thing to welcome his ears. A loud gasp ripped itself from his throat, falling forward hot skin pressed to your back. Endlessly groaning into your ear, ropes of his seed coating your walls full feeling you squeeze around him just right. Yoongi hums content against skin, nipping and sucking a bruise to your neck while he finally decided to pull out to admire his work. He sighs out dreamily in his daze “Wish I could taste you right now.” he whispers more so to himself than you, spreading your pussy lips apart to watch his seed ooze from your fluttering abused hole.

He admires your cunt swollen and pink before helping you turn over on your back, half slouched over his seat deeming your trail of tears from the overstimulation.

You were sat back in your seat calming back down while he kept receiving text, you peek over to see his eyes were shut. And of course you were only curious.. so you peek over to see it.

Kiyomi (huge tits): answer meeee :c

Kiyomi (huge tits): i guess u don’t want me to come over tomorrow

Kiyomi (huge tits): hmph 😠

And you don’t know why you ever decided being curious was a good idea. You were fucking stupid, fuck the universe for creating your brain to be this incredulous with everything. You don’t know what to say, let alone think. Your eyes just stare aimlessly now at his phone, the device that sat burning between you and the man. His eyes slowly opening back wide to swipe his phone from you. Watching your once satisfied grin form into a look of utter shock and despair, only watching the man go on about not to look at his phone with a hiss of annoyance “Don’t be fucking stupid and look at my phone.” and just like that he made things worse, were you really sure of what you just saw? He was never a mediator for your feelings, why did you ever get your hopes up.

He attempts to decipher what’s going on in your mind right now, looking for answers in your furrowed features while nothing was shown but pained silence.

You could feel your own insides squirming, your whole body burning still. While you settled down on his leathered seats properly, your chest began to move in abrupt tandem up and down with arising anxiety of what is about to come.

You had always been the different contrasts of you in bed, every moment of yoongi’s pleasure he liked the way you could take anything. But there was something controlled in it that had frightened him. You never let go, even when he was falling apart inside you. Sometimes you would rest on his shoulder, kissing at his neck breathless a mumble falling through swollen lips but that terrified him to no doubt, which left him doing the thing that was best and it was ignoring it all.

You crawl yourself away with a wobble to your legs he reaches out to hold you up, gentlemanly out of all the times you fucked “Woah, what are you doing are you ok,” your teeth gnaws on the redden petal of your lip moving to the seats across from him that connected in the limo, ignoring him straight not even sparing eye contact. But of course that doesn’t stop him from continuing on to speak “Was I too rough, did I hurt you?” your hurt grew into a mix of annoyance in more attempts to mask your pain you felt it was best muttering out the first few words that came off the top of your foggy mind because you were sick and tired of his blatant denial “Can’t believe ‘m fucking a midget in my free time.” this was a low blow and maybe harsh but you didn’t care nor were you thinking, yoongi sat back in the leathered seats remaining unbothered at the satirical jab.

Smiling ear to ear wearing that stupidly charming Cheshire grin of his “and you sure love fucking this midget sweetheart,—” you scoffed, not giving him the time of night to go on. Your eyes muster the courage to stare immediately to his, sending straight daggers to his dilated black pupils that noticed you were sniffling tears before sighing in hopelessness “Must feel pathetic for you then? im quite literally your height Yoongi.. if not taller.” this was doing nothing for you in attempts to soothe your self worth, if anything he embraced being small. He loved himself, you shouldn’t be surprised that he embraced everything of himself. There was nothing else to point out that was imperfect in your eyes, at least except maybe the plain obvious: his god awful ego and complex.

You should’ve called him out, you really fucking should of. But you don’t, you weren’t planning to accept any of this fully. In your own denial that he was never going to change and you didn’t want to accept that there was no room in his heart for you. Apart of you is in love with yoongi, you care and love him with all of you as much as you tried to deny it. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be sat across from him with carpet burn for knees, bare naked sporting the knots in your hair. All the while brimming fresh tears, you tried not to break down and scream out how you really felt with all of this, everything.

You felt sick now having to wear his clothes pulling on the shirt he passed to you silently, thanks to his great habit of ripping your clothes to shreds. You swear under your breath at how you were going to smell so strongly of him later.

His eyes widen in confusion, he adjusts himself knowing he wasn’t going to fulfill another orgasm tonight. Slipping his half hard cock back into his slacks, the zipping sound stings your ears with cringe. The whole reality of your situation hitting you internally, thoughts interrupted of his gruff voice knowing eyes staring into your red ones.

You could just stare into his eyes with false hope needing your answer now, wanting to hear the few words you yearned to hear for the past months.

“Are you crying.. y/n?”

he moves closer across the seats that connected to where you sat. You should tell him to stop, but you don’t. You turn your back to him in your seat with relatalition a slight wobble in your movement, your lip trembles pulling the spare sweats he had to share. Back on feeling the calm before the storm of your impending heart break about to unfold.

“N-nope, ‘m not yoongi.” you wince at your weak attempt to mask your hurt, it was obvious that your voice was on the verge of more incoming tears. And you had prayed to the heavens from above that somehow he was too tone deaf to catch on. But the heavens failed you, of course.

A cold hand is at your waist eliciting goosebumps, hot breath over the shell of your ear “We can stop for the night if you are uncomfortable, hm?” There’s somehow still a soft scent to him that is masked with his musky cologne you think it’s his detergent “Never want to make you feel like you are forced to do this, we can go in to just relax.” and it stings your heart even more because you know if he dropped this complex, and somehow had a change of heart he could maybe just maybe be yours. His death induced glares when others stared at you for too long were not missed, or the way he made it known to his colleagues that you were only his to fuck as degrading as it came to be. The reality of this all is you were his completely, he even knew this himself but ignored any advances you have shown and now you knew you needed to accept it this time for your own good. You didn’t know any better, you didn’t want to take no for an answer once it came all down to it.

“Yoongi please.”

his chin rests on your shoulder, a small hum reverberating against your skin. A shaky exhale escapes you finally speaking up but just barely, “Am I the only one?” you feel his hand from your waist drop, his chin gone with a rough cough as if you asked something rudely insulting “No, you aren’t.” your head drops to your shoulders, with pursed lips you nod finally turning to face him. Just to be met with sorry eyes, wearing a look of seriousness noticing the way he gnawed the inside of his cheek out of habit looking for a sign of what to do, “Ok, o-” you weren’t stupid, you saw the texts there in plain sight. You just wanted him to reassure you.. how sad and desperate are you “You had to have known this already, you know me y/n.” Your heart stings again because somehow you did know deep down already, even before the texts. When you came over to his place with the scent of perfume that wasn’t yours and the stench of sex that lingered in the air, or even the times you would find leftover condom wrappers in the bin that you just knew weren’t from your nights together.

He was never going to truly belong to you, let alone anybody else. And that kind of soothed your heart in some love sick way, that if you couldn’t have him then no one else could. Emotions race through your mind until you couldn’t dissect the feelings between anger or hurt. Your words were caught straight in your throat and you didn’t know what to say, you had to say something because his eyes continued to bore into yours as if you held all the truth in your little mind.

“Do you.. want me more than this, maybe if we could try to be.” you sigh shakily “More than friends with benefits?”

It’s silence, deafening to the soft ambiance of his spotify playlist only heard. The volume turned down now, low enough that you would have to be this quiet to make out the songs being played. You notice now that the engine of the vehicle was no longer on, which meant you arrived to his flat.. over an hour from home and you felt inevitably stuck. You were to stay the night but now you weren’t so sure of that idea.

He speaks up with a short breath of laughter looking into your eyes, hoping to find any signs you were joking “You are playing with me right, it’s honestly funny to think we would ever date.” those words he already repeated, bounced integrating in your thick skull.

There it was, those painful few words that crushed everything in you within seconds.

“Why not.. we spend all this time together already and we get along r-right? We don’t argue that much, why, why can’t you give us a chance?”

You sounded desperate, because you sincerely were. If there was any bystanders you were sure they would have laughed. You really had all hope if you begged enough that he would have the heart to give you a chance, but how silly that you lived in your head of false reality until someone had to take the extreme measures of hurting you properly to wake you up from your daydream.

His stare gapes at you just like you were a joke, his arms to his chest now with his mouth agape in a mid scoff of disbelief mixed with laughter shaking his head “Are you fucking kidding me y/n? We fight to the point where you cry and cry, until I have to leave you alone so you can calm the fuck down.”

He pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose eyes shut in annoyance with an exasperated sigh floating from his lips. There’s a sly roll to his eyes that you catch instantly, your heart dropping into your stomach.

“We, us.. whatever you think this is,” his fingers point motioned between you two “This is a situation where two people fuck with no strings attached. I have made that very fucking clear, i’m never going to be in a relationship with you or anyone for that matter.”

Words of bitter truth and honesty fell on deaf ears, you stare out in nothing but ringing in your head that wouldn’t stop. Reality doesn't appear to be real anymore, you only remember the moments before all of this coming into his car. Looking out through the window with lips tracing onto your neck whispers of completely meaningless praise, you wanted to go back to those last moments and redo everything no matter how wrong it was to wish. You shouldn’t have asked, you hated change and you wanted to take everything back, why did you even bother.

A hand comes to place on your shoulder again, jerking back from a touch that somehow felt the equivalence to a sting. No longer familiar with warmth that used to spread throughout your body into butterflies. Your body tenses, unable to process anything but his worrisome eyes staring to yours with nothing but pure pity. Your own stared to his and you wanted to speak, feel anything but the ringing sensation throughout your body. Most of the time you would have bawled your eyes out by then, all of your emotions were waiting to implode from your body and finally..it was all too intense to take. You did the ethical thing of rushing out the car door that was already opened by his driver, not sure for how long. At this point not even giving a damn what he all witnessed.

You don’t know where you are running, your mind has not a clue with direction. Your body trampling over to the nearest bush puking your guts out. You hate the feeling like you are a burden to him, Yoongi. Someone he feels obligated to worry for. You just being as capable of protecting yourself and he knows that, he knows you are strong and able to take care of your well-being. Next time, next time you will be stronger and and- fuck you don’t know. Will there even be a next time?

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing!”

His voice is an urgent yell and that’s when you realize you can’t breathe. Your chest hurts something tight and heavy, you don’t know why. His breath is coming up next to you in heavy breaths. Your vision is starry like, a mess just like you. This whole situation between you and Yoongi has triggered many panic attacks to happen before but you always caught yourself grounding back to earth before they could succumb to you. When this triggered your anxiety, when you have difficulty being around other people. You begin to experience things in a 3rd perspective. The sense of your body leaving you, feeling as if it was floating off into oblivion and you can’t stop it from pulling you further from the present of life.

A blunt cold wind of winter air hits against your flushed skin and all your body could do was continue to vomit everything that was left from your stomach. In the midst of crying your eyes out his worried tensed voice calling out, feeling fingers pull your hair back into a makeshift pony tail. Not looking to see him motion his driver to park his car while he handled you. Only able to stare through your blurry vision down at the snow covered concrete ground, somehow finding some solace in that. Your hands shakily holding themselves up over, knees trying to not to collapse at the ground. It was so hard that you felt your body shutting down, before your knees decide to buck when his hand pulls your back close to his chest “What the fuck are you doing running away like that? Stay, stay still Jesus Christ.” you continue to squirm in his grasp, broken sobs ripping right from your throat.

Only pushing your head to his shoulder, hand tucked over the back of your head rocking you both side to side while he finally calms you down. You being the first to pull yourself from his shoulder, he sighs out shakily pulling the napkin from his coat pocket. Cold fingers hooked under your chin holding onto you tight so you couldn’t deny him. You make the great mistake of looking into his eyes, he smiles solemn at your broken features making you want to throw up all over again.

Tears left you falling silently to your chin with every sniff, wiping your nose, cheeks and mouth of any excess of whatever you had and still were mustering. Pushing the napkin back in his pocket, eyes tiredly look into his with no life found in them no longer. Only glassy empty doe eyes staring into his, your lips formed down into a pout that he couldn’t stop to find himself cute. As fucked as it was given the situation. He holds his gaze not faltering once, fingers finally leaving your skin. Your eyes look to the ground feeling sudden warmth of his coat around your shoulders and this time, you couldn’t find the strength in you to reject him once more. You accepted it, your gaze lingering back to him with a look of sadness mixed in confusion. All yoongi could offer to you was his hand to your back, walking with you by his side to his apartment in silence. The snow falling onto both of your hair and dissolving into your skin, unbothered to wipe any that fell to your lashes.

You’re in his apartment worn in a change of clothes that were his, which you found odd since you had few pairs of clothes tucked away in his closet. You questioned yoongi and his smile small, explaining that you needed a sweater rather than a tank top. Right.. that’s what it was, not because he wanted you in his clothes. You nod accepting it and resume your eyes back to your phone to continue watching cat videos to distract yourself from another spiral of dissociation, ignoring Yoongi’s presence completely.

While you’re left in your own little world cooing at the cat that walked on its hind legs out of being frighten, you giggle feeling for the feline. He calls your name which you ignore, he huffs. Listening to foot steps pad closer to you he hums before deciding in speaking softly to you “Made you kong-guksu” your eyes widen trailing slowly over the bowel that begged you to be devoured, you push your protests aside and take the tray and bowl with you before stuffing cheeks full that puffed of food. Your brows pinched humming as if you were angry at the food slurping it down so eager to eat every bite, when he catches the action he smiles foolishly up from his phone sat down across from you.

Your figure wrapped in blankets around your lower half tucked to the couch watching the compilation down at your phone of cat videos smiling to yourself or every so often cooing at the screen with a quiet squeal while sipping your soup taking the last small bites. You would occasionally look back up at him to find a hint of a small grin hovered over his lips, only sending a bitter grimace. eyes shot back down immediately to your phone with a genuine smile, reminded of the kittens on your screen drinking milk.

He’d hope you guys would end up talking but you barely said a word to him since the car, he couldn’t blame you. But it lessen his impatience to no end, he had so much to say. Hopefully morning would be different, time later on ended in you restlessly passing out asleep on his couch, he thanked the universe you were too tired to call an Uber home to avoid of him.

Landing you here and now, right into his bed nestled close to a warm chest in the early morning.

You huff and groan growling lowly to yourself at the unasked for gesture tearing the blankets right off from you and tumbling out of bed to haul ass to his living room trying to find your jumbled mess of thoughts along with your belongings.

You felt disgusted he would even have the confidence to put you and him in the same bed after the recent events that have taken place probably with that girl, you could feel the bile coming back to your throat. Feeling yourself spiraling back down into an abyss of awful thoughts hoping they would stop. Which somehow the universe listened to you uncannily, it was rhetorical universe damn it.

“Hey.. don’t leave yet. We need to talk.” a gruff deep voice wakens you more, maybe the wrong things especially given your situation but you push that aside. You take a deep breath both of you standing in his living room awkward and terse, his eyes trailing over your face to see how tired and restless you looked.

“I.. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Your voice sounds broken, and it hurts him.

“No. It wasn’t a question, we are going to talk whether you like it or not.” he’s already being defensive, he knows it wasn’t a good approach to take at all. He talked to himself all night of what to say once this conversation happened so why the hell did he just make things worse.

You practically stagger in your movement before laughing at him bitterly, so fucking done with this. Fuck him and fuck kiyomi, fuck everyone.

“You can’t be for real, what do you want me to do, you want me to hug you like I did before?” you scoff trying your best to hold all of the emotions you buried back, of course terribly failing “Do you want me to watch a movie cuddled next to you and pretend that everything is ok because,” you take a heavy breath before continuing to fume and seethe in your anger not realizing your hands trembled down by your sides “I- can’t and pretend that I’m not in love with you Min fucking Yoongi!”

he has nothing to say, completely speechless. Are you surprised, no. He has no capability of having sympathy or understanding of your feelings even if they aren’t able to be returned.

He is silent. Hurting because you’re hurting, he knows you don’t want his pity. But he can’t help the urge to want to hold you close, craving for your warmth against him. But you only step back further away “Y/n.” yoongi reaches out, but you just take another step.

“No.” you mumble, “You’ll hold me and say we’re friends with special circumstances but no— I don’t want to just be your damn friend.” “I want to kiss you freely and call you mine.”

Your heart is practically lurching out of your chest, you don’t know when you got this bold but it feels freeing to be able to say what you have held in for this long, the truth always comes out no matter what. As cliche as that is, it’s so painstakingly true.

“Ok. Ok I’m sorry.. I fucking mean that. I never meant to lead you on, ok? I honestly didn’t know what to do, im being honest here.. I mean that.”

and you know Yoongi is being honest, you see it in his eyes and can render his body language and facial expressions for being real and genuine. How saddening you have to do an analysis on him to see if he is lying or not, you couldn’t stop yourself from bitterly laughing with a shake in your shoulders walking past him to sit yourself on the couch. Honestly all your care in the world right now slowly left your body, deciding you were going to do and say whatever you wanted.

You can tell he is beginning to become nervous when you notice he gnaws on the corner of his lip, twisting and turning his rings before heavily trying to mask his sigh “Ok.. ok let’s stop. Let’s, let’s fix this.” he sees your eyes peek up in wide eye confusion, what the— “Is this all because of Kiyomi?” ding ding we have a winner “Of.. of course it fucking is, how would you like it if I hooked up with someone else and they texted me in the middle of sex with you.” a shaky breath leaves you before looking into his clueless eyes genuinely asking him this

“Would you like that Yoongi, please. Would you really?”

And the way you see him close his eyes, taking a deep breath and slowly open his eyes and stare at you with a lethal glare. You know you just hit an unexpected nerve. He didn’t want to answer that, he sent the signal clear and straight when he gives you a pointed look his eyebrow cocked. And usually you would back down and apologize, but no, fuck him. He deserves what is about to come right the fuck now.

You pause and drift off to stare at your phone purposely before a crooked grin forms on your face and you can just feel him tense when you hear a soft breath shake out from his lips.

“Maybe it’s best we just..” you look up at his eyes with that look, the one that leaves him all the types of confused “you know, end this and I hook up with someone else while you get her.” you press on with a devious smirk fiddling with your phone as if you were in thought of who to contact.

He doesn’t respond and you realize you’ll continue then, huh. He’s always been a hard one to crack. You bite your lip hard, eyes set at his dark irises that grew with that look you just gave him.

“Don’tcha think min?” you know he hates it when you address him formally, like this. Maybe he can read it in your gaze.. you can’t really tell. He is too good at hiding his actual feelings, it doesn’t help your small brain but no need. He confirms you have woken the untamed beast in it’s locked cage.

“Well may-be you fucking should sleep with someone since you seem so set on the god damn idea y/n. Go a fucking head.” He growls throwing his hands in the air in defeat turning his back while you just turn your big eyes to implore over his that looked over his shoulder, noticing he faltered begging you with droopy sad eyes to deny the idea and you could but.. mmm, no. You decide to spit venom in his direction dragging it further “‘Kay, will do.” your smile pursed proudly with that shit eating grin only a brat could master in pissing someone off with, while you went to your phone and acted as if you were texting someone before a special hand snatched the phone right from your hands.

“What the fuck y/n. You are kidding me right, were you actually going to text someone?” he stares at you crazed holding your phone in the air not even wanting to look and see you only had your notes app open had typed in random letters.

You mumble to yourself arms crossed pouting all over again like a baby “Yep. You do the same, in fact you did it to me the second after i sucked your stupid dick,” your shoulders only slack giving up with the prospect “Why cant I then?” your smile graceful now staring up at him through lashes

and while you are muddled in your thoughts ready for your next retort the man of the hour speaks “I’ll be dammed to let you sleep with someone else.”

“Huh. What are you going to d-“ and just like that yoongi won’t even allow you to breath the final words of your sentence before your tongues can clash into a sloppy make out session, he tells you right against your lips in a hushed demand “I’ll fucking drop her. Don’t you dare think about hooking up with someone else, I’m fucking sorry, ok?” you inhale his breath practically nodding your head off, licking your lips. Nose to nose right now and you just can’t help yourself to reel back into his forbidden never ending trap.

“If I can’t have your heart at least let me have your dick” you grumble under your breath and he only can snicker at the remark, his shocked jealousy falling quickly into genuine laughter.

He thinks it’s funny but really you’re huffing out pouncing off from the couch stomping over to hit his chest “I am not kidding Yoongi, I’m so serious.” your eyes implore on his, pout visible while he decides to pull at your lip letting it pop back in place making a blop sound “I heard you.” he hooks your chin for both of your eyes to meet his slacked, relaxed even you could say while yours remained wide “You’re cute you know, too bad you’re dumb” you groan breaking from his weak grasp — smacking his arm leaving yourself to plop back to the couch

“You’re stupid, not me.”

Once more you aren’t allowed to think before both of your sloppy mouthes ghost over each looking into each other’s lust filled eyes gasping and moaning into each other with every lick, tasting bitter lime suspecting he drunk while you slept. Your brows furrowed trying to get ahold of yourself grasping onto his jaw.

He shouldn’t look this good, feel this good.

But you just nod in a daze, forehead moved over against his shoulder before moving again a finger hooked under your chin. Kissing your lips feeling your heart jump in your chest gasping out “Fuck y/n,” Yoongi chokes, head thrown back before resting back onto you “God, look what you do to me.”

You don’t respond but he continues to speak, “Just don’t go” “please.” you almost missed how his voice wavered, and you smiled tired thinking back to the previous night where you dreamt he rocked you close to him in his arms at night, lulling you to sleep with soft touches of his fingers rubbing your scalp with eyes falling heavy of sleep head resting on his chest.

You never wanted anyone to wreck havoc on whatever this was, but the thing was.. no one needed to. You and yoongi wrecked each other enough, you would fight and fight then fuck the anger and sorrow from one another to become breathless and whisper sweet nothings that you guys were gonna be ok and that you forgave each other.

You finally came to a realization, this was an endless loop from here and you knew this would end badly.

Just like your friend told you before “you’re no stranger to love and he wouldn’t be waiting for you if there was a given chance, he thinks you won’t leave and he believes that if you do you would meet again, suffering together all over.” and you smile sadly because it was true, you only suffered together but you didn’t mind that.

Loving him too much to let go, it was unhealthy and an endless circle of nothing coming your way.

You think you and Yoongi are good people morally but this was nothing the sorts of good you both carried on your own, even if others thought Yoongi was a horrible person and maybe you thought that yourself at times. But all that aside you saw good in him beneath all the bad, here you are to nod happily receiving a sweet corner kiss with a quiet whisper of hot breath telling you all the nothing but

“I knew you would stay.”

°˖✧ critique + feedback is welcomed ԅ( ˘ω˘ԅ )

a/n: for my fourth time writing im proud of this story !!꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒ ‘twas planning to do a two shot but i dunno this story seems pretty straight forward with where this “relationship” would take them.. nonetheless i hope you liked it and of course don’t be shy tell me your thoughts (💭💭)

[watashijeon]

Cupid’s Chokehold | PJM

♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— Unfair - The Nbhd

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: sub!reader x sadist dom!jimin

wc. 2.7k | smut & angst

(read part three here.)

→ Warnings: (+18) — this switches between povs because i think it’s intriguing to know what both sides think instead of guessing, hate sex, unrequited love, dacryphilia, no aftercare, manipulative behavior exhibited (act surprise everyone woah), brief brat yn that was later to be tamed, unprotected rough anal sex, jimin is a genuine sociopath that has his silly little intrusive thoughts, jealousy, degradation, corruption, possessiveness, in between the lines of dubcon & noncon because yn is a doormat! 🙂🎀

You showed up to your first party, all to get a stupid guy’s attention deciding tonight you were going to make that same stupid guy jealous. Eventually you gave up on trying to get his attention because that was plan a. The more nice and neutral plan before you grew pissed since jimin gotten way too engrossed in the girl he was talking to, or at least that’s the way you saw it.

You didn’t know how boys worked, especially boys like stupid stupid and pretty boys that worked and wired the same just like him, Park Jimin. So maybeeee, you were frustrated and instead of leaving like any normal level headed person would. Your feet followed to the kitchen and maybe you had a few shots of jello and whatever else you could get your hands on. That was before you fell into the arms of a random guy deciding plan b is in action now, make him jealous.

If his brain was even able to with how he tossed his dick around like a hot potato, if you were being honest you don’t remember the guy’s name. Something that started with an e.. you think. In all honesty you weren’t listening to anything he was saying, occasionally forcing a laugh from your chest so he wouldn’t think you were ignoring him. Because how rude and unkind would that be of you?

He heard a stupidly familiar giggle land on his ears doing a double take, he indeed sees your body wrapped around whoever this little boy was. A fake pout painted on your dolled up face that followed into a giggle, what the fuck are you doing here? You should be at home handing out candy or whatever girls like you do in their free time on Halloween.

You are not even that special or that pretty so why the fuck do you have him this hooked? He bounced all of these passing thoughts in his head. Watching you eye him right back while you flirt with someone, which was the same guy who was way too distracted by your chest to see that your eyes were elsewhere now. While he continued to ramble about whatever the fuck it is that apparently caught your attention for you to be all over him like that.

He would be dammed to let you dress like that to a party if he brought you here himself, worn in a slutty nurse costume as if it was your brand. Who the fuck even brought you here by the way? This would all be really funny to laugh about in another world maybe. Since his costume was a quack doctor almost matching yours practically, not drunk enough for any of this. Currently giving this random soojin girl an ounce of attention to rile you up for the fun of it he tells himself, he doesn’t do this.. make other girls jealous so why is he doing it.

He doesn’t know what he is doing, whatever it is though, it worked in the beginning. Now whatever you were doing, it was working on him like wonders. He doesn’t think it’s fair though, only he should be allowed to talk to multiple girls — not you being allowed to talk to multiple boys. Even if only this is the first time around you’ve done this, you were innocent and should only be allowed to be tainted for his hands, no one else’s.

But jimin has other problems besides this random boy he would have to rid of pretty soon, soojin has a crush on jimin. It’s obvious and he ignores it because it’s small, It’s like when mina had one on him. That was before he rejected her rightfully so and said he only wanted sex since her obsession of him was becoming a chore for jimin’s own agenda. I mean can you blame him? She’d follow his every step, begging with her presence for an ounce of anything. He’d eventually grow annoyed over time and told her off, it was the least he could do.

Now you, he can’t stand it when someone like you is doing just the right amount of pining for someone. You don’t even beg for anything, you just listen. Sometimes he thinks you’re scared of him with the way he raises his hand when he’s annoyed or how you flinch when his voice barely raises. He doesn’t get it, you paw at him in the littlest ways that a boy wouldn’t catch onto. Thankfully jimin isn’t a boy, he sees right through you. You worship him clearly so why do you feel the need to flirt with someone else. Is this your attempt at being a whore, you really think he cares. hah, he couldn’t give a fuck what you do.

All the while jimin has an argument with himself in his head that was unknowing to you, you catch onto the heat of someone's gaze. Almost enough to melt skin that could lay you bone and casket with just how he was staring you right down from across the room. Soft monolids only to be shown, face half covered wearing a blood splattered surgical mask apart of his costume you guessed. Barely paying any mind to the girl he stood across with, the little red devil in your brain snickering at the check point you breached on your mental checklist for this very messy plan.

His own lip twitches with annoyance watching the boy from across is now gripping on your waist in the distance to pull you to an unknown room, that’s it for him, that was the last straw.

You go forward seeing the cold murder in his eyes when lips press on the person’s skin. You count in your head, seconds passing. The mouth of your placeholder kissing up from your neck to your jaw, footsteps towards the corner of the house too eerily calm for comfort. Then everything dissipates before collected rage gathers and you’re ripped from the stranger, you’re caught off guard while they have your wrist in their vice grip dragged away in your tantrum of a fit. Led towards whatever room closest being slammed tight to a cold machine being bent right over, jimin pressing himself close against you. Nowhere left to run, were you scared now? You should be. Trapped under him, feeling the coldness of the washing machine figuring he pushed you to the laundry room. He groans with a scoff ripping the fake bloodied mask aside, hands tight on your scalp pulling it back harshly while you whine "Dressed all pretty for me. would be a shame if i took anything off, would it not?" pain shoots from the roots of your hair, teeth sinking into flesh while you nod with a wince.

“Stop it. That hurts jimin.” you whimpered pleas falling deaf, beginning to lift up your skirt and rip the fabric of your stockings. Your heart raced jumping right to your throat “Desperate for attention, huh.” tears already staining your cheeks while you shook your head in retaliation, his grin pressed against heated skin licking the salt right from your flesh — one hand snaking between legs from behind, left to gasp with surprise even if it was expected. Feeling him rubbing and sliding your panties off to the side, eager digits already teasing your slit to add pressure "No? practically rutting on a boy you barely met in a room full of your brother’s friends. Act like a whore, get fucked like one.”

You were sobbing now, he was right. You deserved it. But you weren’t going to cry tonight, that’s what you tried to convince yourself at least. You were going to piss him off, it’s what he deserved after all for toying you around like this. His grip follows up to rest around your nape, your movements sluggishly drunken now giggling at the way jimin’s head of his cock felt over your heat, mumbling with a slur "It tickles." this is the part where you waited after many wet dreams for him to fuck your virgin cunt, you suspected all the brattiness would piss him off to get what you finally wanted.

He could only roll his eyes with another grab for hair, “This is gonna hurt.” you nod, shivering at the feeling of calloused fingers rubbing. You’re desperate for anything at this point, waiting impatiently for the feeling of his hard and thick girth to stretch you open. And you will get just that, you didn’t have to worry about a thing. He would take good care of you. You feel the tip of his cock bare, rubbing up and over damp folds. Pulling you to moan out unthinking that you were at a party still “Being this pliant to be fucked by your brother’s bestfriend in the laundry room? You want to be treated nothing more than a hole?” your breaths are shaky now, preparing for the first push holding onto his arms to brace yourself. Being kind and caring enough to let you hold onto him at least, you were going to need it.

But when you close your eyes counting back the never ending seconds for the burn, you don’t feel him there. You done enough research to know and yeah.. you were supposed to feel it once your hole was breached.

He found this funny, you weren’t prepared at all for where he actually put himself. Eyes nearly left from your sockets gasping out endlessly, hands falling forward over the machine. Suspicions clued in when you cry out in pain as he enters your unused hole, his chuckle vibrating throughout your chest. While he pushed his length deeper up into your rim, lids already fluttering close. Harsh thrusts unrelenting into you, your squirms and grunts for help quickly fell into lifeless limbs. Too restless to do anything else but take the harsh slams of his cock and moan at every hit.

Legs shameless in spreading for him, bent over the machine face smushed to the cold metal now. Mouth agape drooling, losing all spared innocence at the painful stretch invading your untainted hole, spit and saliva being used for lube. Moaning and crying like a dumb bitch in heat with each snap of his hips. A complete mess with how he fucked himself roughly into you from behind, harsh strokes making you cry out in groaning moans. Trying your hardest to mask the burning pain, being a brat cursing out for him to “Slow the fuck down jimin oh my g-god” clawing nails backward at his hips “T-too much, so much.” snapping legs shut, making him groan at the tightness engulfing him “closing your legs now, you were so good at spreading them earlier.”

His grunts grow deeper into your ear, feeling him push himself deeper. Going so inhumanely fast his piercing moved with him, your own hips rutting back “Look at you moaning around my cock." his piercing smile spared, dimples showcased "let me hear you correctly." in his own reverie he smells your scent, asking to himself. Why are you wearing a different perfume than usual, were you really planning to hook up with someone?

“mmph.. ah—“ you desperately hump back against his cock almost in a trance of an induced wet dream, being the needy mutt bundled up in his arms “It's t-too big,” his hand around your throat now, fucking your hip bones that bruised against the impact of the laundry machine. Fingers tight in between tiny gasps you mumble, head tilted back to look at him while he continues to fuck your rim open. Pumping his cock, he hooks a finger around your chin, smile sickeningly sweet “Well we’ll make it fucking fit, won’t we?” his tone and the heavy weight of his words hitting loose nerves — it was enough to have you whimpering with the swirling anger that carried in dark irises.

Groans of pain quickly slipping to fall into needy whines and moans, holding onto whatever you could grab for “I hate you ‘s much park jimin.” your hole fluttered saying otherwise to his cock, he huffs in contempt laughter using his hand to force you to look at him while he continues. Not minding at all if your head snapped right now from the uncomfortable position he put you in “You hate me? then how am I the only one able to get you this way.” he hisses in your ear with distasteful disgust, watching you shake in his grasp defeated “I-I know that but” he grins tightening fingers over your throat fucking into you even harder “Hm?” a tear trails down your cheek unable to contain the loud moans he pulled from you, throbbing all over unable to think.

He finds you prettier when you cry quietly, you should do that more often “I-it hurts to see you with others” you sniffle, head bowed leaving jimin to chuckle breathlessly. Pressing bruised hips even harder against the machine, before thinking you could have time to catch your breath. Feeling thrusts have slowed, you pant practically heaving almost catching up before you hear a heavy sigh.

Digits becoming inhumanly tight around your throat and hip before you could even care to ask what he was doing. The breath from your throat is knocked once more, feeling him begin to throttle his girth into your pulsating hole ignoring the cries and muffled screams into his hand. Mirthlessly fucking you open while pressing his chin onto your shoulder with a whisper so soft and gentle “You think” girth thrusting even deeper into you, toes curling in relinquish “i care” smack “about” smack “you” smack smack smack. Each thrust becoming harder with every time his cock bottomed out, pulling you into overstimulation shaking your head in protests of denial. Unable to accept that he doesn’t care, preferring to live in a parrael where he actually cared for your well being maybe. Even if you were in all actuality just a toy, a hole to fill for his own pleasure.

You were easy, easy to ruin and force an orgasm out of and it was all your fault.

Eyebrows creased, a puffed moan escapes his lips as he finally becomes aware of the feeling rubbing tight and snug over his cock, “Shit. Fuck..” and right when he’s about ready to cum, you’re cumming, clenching around him, milking jimin dry. Following right after you, his cum fills every crevice of you, leaking out of you once he pulls out, and it’s quiet again. You have your dress pulled down it being barely on, panties pushed aside with cum dripping down your thighs.

You’re alarmed.. he didn’t use a condom. You are internally freaking out, but you can’t bring yourself to voice your worries. Way too caught and busied with the words he breathed, heart dropped to your stomach unable to move.

He catches his own breath thinking, would you love him more if he killed someone for you. Would you hold him when his face is on the news? He snickers shaking his head finishing up. Pulling his length from your abused hole, leaving fingers from your neck with a whisper down back against your ear “Clean me up princess.” you shakily get up and turn around with a wobble dropping to the cold tiled floor tucking his cock back into boxers, wiggling his pants back up with a zip looking up at jimin with that shy broken smile he loved.

He felt nice tonight and decided to pat your head turning it into a gentle pet, watching you melt leaning into his touch while he pulls away. Chuckling lowly while your smile fell into a frown, watching him turn swiftly on his heel. Leaving you left in the dark laundry room, cold and alone all over again. Your mind was crumbling right into his palms all over again and again, left to pick up your own self with broken pieces. Always mending yourself back for him to break you once more for his own pleasure. It was all ok though, you liked it, right? You wanted this, you asked for this. And well.. you’re allowing this.

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a/n: people need to write more mean and feral jimin. in all reality i want to eat him.. if i was into vore yk he would be gone missing by now, u didn’t hear that from me ＿|￣|○

[watashijeon]

Doe Eyed Angel | KNJ

♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— Teachers Pet - Melanie M.

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! ((๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: naive sub!reader x professor dom!namjoon

the age gap /// reader is 20 & nj is peaking late 30s

wc. 5.9k | smut & minor angst + fluff

Warnings: (18+) — corruption, reader of course has a fair share of daddy issues, name titles, infidelity, obsession, dumbification, messy blowjob, finger banging, squirting, manipulation, yn is a sensitive girl, bits of guilt and anxiety, unhealthy coping, character descriptions, coercion, crying out of pleasure, mutual touching, so so so much nodding yn is the equivalence to a brain dead puppy, you & namjoon have short attention spans (you will see with the amount of times you both drift off), uggggh a lot of repetitive words used i didn’t bother editing this barely, hints of childhood trauma, brief mention of a purity ring, namjoon is between the blurred lines of gentle and rough, wow he has great duality!

You had not a clue how this started happening. Walking hand in hand with your professor, Mr. Kim Namjoon on the pavement of a secluded street blocks away from university grounds. He’d told you that he wanted to take you to a very special place, to show you something that only you and him would be able to share with each other.

Even going so far to make you promise to him you wouldn’t tell a soul, you of course obliged. You didn’t need to know any better than say yes to him, this man had your whole life in his hand with how easily you fallen for him since the beginning of second year. I mean how could anyone not? Mr. Kim was not like other boys, he was a man, a tall wide chested one for that matter and his smile? The set of teeth he would shine revealing a set of pretty dimples that always had you pull back the urge to poke, making him look much less intimidating than he comes off to be.

But nonetheless, you would often find yourself drifting off in your head yearning for him to touch you in places no professor would think of touching a student. Sometimes you thought maybe he did, that maybe he wanted to touch you with the small little things you would catch that he did. The way he would place a hand on your shoulder, head peeked too close for comfort to “check your work.”

Sometimes you would even check to see him staring at you longer than any teacher should stare for at their student, occasionally after class sparing you small praise to your ear sending shivers right to your spine. And you could not forget the time you scraped your knee, he insisted kindly for to you to sit on his desk to tend to your wound. Watching the linger of touches his fingers rubbed with ointment to your wound, smoothing a band aid over your cut whispering that you should be more careful or your clumsiness could end you in bigger problems, whatever that meant.

It definitely left you to squeal throughout the day, rubbing over the band aid giggling to yourself with kicking feet. Thinking back to it now, you thought about how he was at the perfect eye level to see your skimpy white fabric for underwear, which didn’t help you for your own modesty since your own panties were pressed firmly against your cunt.

But Mr. kim wasn’t a pervert, he was a good man with high principles and well respected amongst your school. He wouldn’t ever see a college girl that way, but you couldn’t push past the time to where you seen him dispose a wedding band to his desk drawer.

Of course he was married, even if he seemed troubled about wearing the ring. Almost eager to hide it from the universe, it was likely martial problems he was having. But this didn’t stop you from feeding in the delusions of your schoolgirl crush from a distance, which today was exactly one of those moments to fuel the fire.

The kind of moment where you would have guessed this would at most dare to happen in your dreams. But to your great luck it was really happening, mr kim. wanted to show you something. You must of been special to him somehow now, right? Surely he never asked no other student to join him after school like this.

You arrived to the entry of the wooded area surrounded by trees and shrubbery all around you, trailing you further into the woods assuring that you were almost there. The narrow path winded along the edge of a downhill, you looked around your surroundings seeing a lake stream down the other side.

While you didn’t mind the scenery you were internally swimming with nerves, minutes ago you so boldly made the excuse to cling onto his arm because you swore to him that you felt something crawl up to your leg. He chuckled shaking his head agreeing that it was no problem, that you could honestly climb him like a tree for all he cared. That comment, well.. it lingered to stay in your mind. Nothing less to be expected from the ill minded girl you were, taking a joke and storing it to translate in multitude of ways.

Your arm interlocked to his bicep looking at feet to avoid eyes, he was the first to let you go from his arm. Sitting himself on a rock, almost big enough to seat maybe.. six people? Your eyes go wide from his discovery until you follow his line of sight gasping in further awe, the view that followed across from the rock sat a wooded pond almost fairytale like.

“Well aren’t you going to sit,” he chuckled patting a seat next to him “the view is pretty from here, isn’t it.” you nod pliant waddling yourself over to plop your bottom down, nose nestled into your scarf that wrapped gingerly to your neck up, hooking an arm back onto the man’s bicep.

Legs worn in black socks with ribbons that swayed off into the chilly wind. Your other hand rested to your lap, his quickly found to lay lazily above yours, caressing fingers against the flesh of knuckles.

The pad of his thumb rubbing the purity ring sat adorned on your ring finger. The man smiles to himself, acknowledging the way your breath hitched. He shifts looking over to see pretty eyes staring off into the river, what a sweet thing you are.

You find it captivating, he could tell with your eyes that shined in wonder and in reflection of curiosity, mouth open in half awe with a gentle smile on your face. How could you not, the aromatic forest scent mixed with his cologne that was left to fog your mind. Balsam and tobacco vanilla, he even smelled good. You were the perfect doll in his eyes, oblivious and so innocent of purity that he knew he would be able to ruin you into blindly doing anything he desired. He felt slightly amused with how cute you were acting, your attention span was short, he knew this of course. You would fiddle with your pen during lectures, sometimes eyes staring off into space out the window with a longing stare almost.

“Why don’t you tell me about your day” deft fingers gone from your skirt, down to rest on your knee the sound of soft gasps left pretty lips. His hand goes further, light traces up and over your inner thigh his digit grazing the delicate skin that was less than inches from your special spot. You squirm tapping the heel of your Mary Janes off the rock, trying to bite back pathetic moans that resonated on the tip of your tongue from how ticklish it felt with sly fingers over hot skin “I-it was good I just have a lot of work to..to” gasps rise in your throat shakily exhaling breaths, with fingers that grew brave to inch closer at the front of your panties petting you barely. Your eyes ogled to where his hand laid, the man staring off into the distance at the scenery his grin sinister.

“What is it, carry on.” your cheeks blaze, throat closing on itself with every hitch of cold air contrasting to his forbidden touch. He toyed digits between his fingers at the pink bow sewn to the hem, hand meddling you with anxiety realizing you were one step away of becoming a home wrecker.

Your concerns and worries were about to unfold from the pinched brows and shut eyes shooting open to babble aimless in saving yourself “Y-your wife Mr. Kim.. you can’t t-ouch me there.” he sucks in a breath of masked annoyance, clicking his jaw with the bitter reminder of who he was bound to which being the same woman who drove him to insanity.

He had to remain patient and understanding, you were likely eating yourself up in guilt from the idea that you just ruined a happy marriage. If only you knew that he was miserable and you made it all the better — Besides, there wasn’t a high chance she would ever find out.

“Shhh, don’t worry about that. Doesn’t this feel good?” fingers barely on your clit, with a feeling of mundane tingling unsure of how to feel. His touch feeling so right even if you knew it was morally wrong “Yes.. yes it does Mister but-“ he caught on the way your eyes shifted, waterline brimmed in tears that burned with guilt “You’re my favorite student, you know that much. Right dear?” it was a given but the exact perfect choice of praise for your distraction. Your blurry vision flickered, irises twinkled from despair into heart eyes within seconds “Really, me.. I am?”

“Mhm that’s why you get special treatment, just like this.” he presses his point further tapping twice at your panty clad cunt, your nose wrinkling to hide into your scarf. One arm coming to stretch out, squirming like an untamed feline with a quiet squeal feeling a gentle brush knees knocking from the sensitivity “Shush.. you don’t know what you are saying mister.”

“Ohhh, but I think I do.” his grin was filled of mirth, accepting the heavy pets in silence. The man sighs with lips pursed in satisfaction feeling a patch of wetness seeping through flimsy fabric, finding it precious you were this wet from mere pets plainly proving his point further of you being untainted deity.

“Has anyone else touched you like this?” he asked sharply cutting straight to the point, growing more impatient to feel you up better for himself. “N-no sir” he lightly presses to the fabric into your front knowing the friction would turn you all the more desperate “Isn’t this what you want baby?” your hips rock against him gentle, keening at the pet name “Yes.. I think.. yes it is.. nothing more than i want to do than be good for you sir”

The man grins trying to stifle his chuckle at just how easy it was for you to let him in, he felt it was well deserved and just fair for him to be the first to take your innocence. — you would do everything he asked just perfect, with no voice of complaint knowing you like the good angel you are. The thing about Kim namjoon is he had an awfully short attention span for someone that was a teacher, people bore him to no end. But you? He wanted to see you below him, he wanted you to want him. He was a control freak and hated the way you made him feel fuzzy on the inside when you were around, he could just imagine the ways he could scatter bruises over your pretty chest.

Maybe his obsession would dissolve, then he could be back to being himself. Somehow namjoon found that impossible, he carried off from his thoughts continuing the pace of untimely movements dragging his finger along the fabric. Fingers exploring inner thighs, your neediness making you grind against his hand. He liked to hear the breathy lilt and whines found in your voice.

“So really.. you’ve never been touched here?” he raised a questionable brow, knocking your knees apart, hiking the fabric of your skirt to upper thighs. He grins pulling pink panties aside “No nasty men touched you here?” his fingers come to his tongue wetting the pads of his skin quickly running them back over your spot, rubbing over your clit. Tracing his other over to your tits squeezing at one “Or here?” you moan with eyes shut nodding your head to hoping he would touch you more if you answered his questions quick as possible.

“What about here?” his fingers slip to prod at your hole feeling you clench with a muffled whine your lip caught between teeth. Hand determined, fondling at your breast squeezing the perked bud “I should grope you how I want, wouldn’t that be nice.” lips pressed to the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your cheek. Calloused fingers rough against your cunt, enjoying the way you throbbed against him.

He sighs moving his hands back quick “These off.” his palm openhanded waiting for you, your eyes opening for limbs to scramble pushing your bottom up, wiggling the fabric off to hand it to him watching him pocket the soiled fabric for his own later use. Gaze shifting off elsewhere utterly nervous, dilated pupils staring shameless at the growing bulge in his pants.

“Do you want to touch it?” he hums asking lowly with a delicate and dim voice, coming to stab your core with an uncomfortable throb.

Your eyes continue to stare barely glancing back to his “Am I allowed?” your voice soft on his ears sounding all the ready to touch him if permission were granted.

“Our little secret, okay?” he asks parroting the soft lilt of his tone, hoping to ease your nerves somehow. Shaking to himself stupidly in his head finding it comical that you both have spoken to each other with inside voices, acting as if anyone could hear you.

You smile giggling with a tilt in your movement “Yes sir,” your dainty hand palmed over black trousers, his boner strained completely against the fabric with your touch. Your mouth fallen in a small o shape, doe eyes peeking over for an answer, all the eager in yourself to make him feel good.

“Mister, am I doing it right..? it’s really hard against my palm.”

His sighs are heavy nodding insolent for you to continue, hand leaned backward on the rock. “Mhm yeah you are, rub just like that for me.” his other busied to loosen his necktie, undoing the first few buttons of his collared shirt

“Do you trust me pretty.”

“Of course I do, Mr. Kim..” he groans his fingers pressing into the stone when you rub over him faster, his eyes barely able to hold his stare “You like being a good girl, don’t you?” nodded dumbly making him crack a lopsided grin “I want you to take my cock out from my trousers first,” you don’t even question or hesitate, your fingers flying to unzip his trousers pulling him from the confinement of his pants.

Your hand slightly trembles holding the heavy weight of his thick girth, small hand able to wrap around his shaft. Your face traced with utter shock, his cock even prettier than you fantasized thick and curved “It’s s-so big” he scoffs with a tsk “Staring is rude, rub.” you grip onto him properly, fresh manicured hand wrapped tightly around him.

Your thumb curiously dipping to rub over his slit, smearing the bead of white over his head. Coming to rub your palm over down his length, hand trembling. He tuts pulling your hand off from him, standing up still rubbing over himself lazily to trail his eyes over your shocked expression.

“Do you know what you need to do next?"

 Your eyes blink, guessing to mirror his actions standing up yourself stood across from him. He tilts his head off the side prodding the inside of his cheek, suspecting you were playing dumb, you were innocent but couldn’t be this lost in your head.. you’ve surely watched porn.

You fail to prove his insinuation of your experience, your frown short, utterly still confused and lost. Riddling in your head with pinched brows, that maybe you already did the wrong thing. He sighs pushing you down by your head, knees bruising surely. Eyes looking up to him imploring, opening your mouth to question why he was being so silly to be pushing you onto the dirty ground.

“Good girl, open wide.” he grins silencing your noise of confusion, hand squeezing your chin. His tip nestled between pouty lips pushing down further, waiting for you to continue the motion his brow quirked.

Eyes blown wide, pulling your mouth off him holding himself heavy back on your tongue “I suck?” your voice questioned laced in curiosity and confusion, his nod is curt hand coming to the back of your head. Bobbing your mouth over him with sloppy strokes not easing you through it at all, spit beginning to slide down your cheek with every gulp and thrust.

Your brain short circuited, the sounds of water there to create a resonance in your mind that raced a thousand thoughts. The erotic sounds of grunts and moans of satisfaction heard, making you then realize that you formed some kind of purpose to him.

That you were making him feel like this and you wanted to be the person to do just that, so.. you kept going. Your thoughts of guilt quick to leave you, his facial expressions so wickedly intoxicating pulling your ponytail rough, pretty swollen lips sliding off from him with a wet pop the taste of sweat and skin lingering over the wet muscle.

His chest rises and falls in tandem, his breathing erratic, fingers rough over your chin pulling you up to face him “Look at me, tell me how does it feel, you like that in your mouth huh?” you huff licking your lips to respond out shakily “Uhh hm.. i like it a lot sir, but it tastes a bit icky.. salty y’know”

He hums out satisfied with your answer, trying his best to not crack a grin from how clueless you really were. Guiding lips back over his tip, making you suckle on him with the hard press between cheeks “I told you baby, you can always trust me.” he breaths cockily smiling, continuing the rough motion.

Grunts filled the air, mixed of moans and sounds of your tongue lapping over his cock happily. Excitedly bobbing your head so much that you would forget to pace yourself like mister told you to do this time, gagging on him in your own punishment for being stupid.

Namjoon seethes trying to restrain himself pulling your head back off, you smile with a line of spit connected from your mouth to his cockhead. Pupils blown with cheeks flushed, his own lips back to being pursed into a straight line to stop himself from laughing at your smile that fell into another puzzled pout “You’re gonna finish me off later, sit back.” you mutter a soft ok confused but carrying on, pulling up from your knees to sit. Legs slightly parted feeling sore, the cold wind blowing against sodden folds.

He’s sat back next to you, length pressed to the fabric of his shirt noticing the wetness stain on his shirt. You avert eyes back hearing the clear of his throat, shying away from the silence he was giving you. His warm hand back on your heat, namjoon using his pointer finger to trace over your folds.

Digits gliding over your clit with soft circles, “I’m going to need you to be a big brave girl for me, ok?” you nod vigorously, his fingers continuing to speed up against your clit. Hips lifting in response your slick making movements easier, wrist slipped lower with his index and middle finger stroking at your entrance.

Wet fingers circling the small opening of your cunt, pushing into your hole with soft prods sliding himself in easily, your body ready for him with barely any resistance to his intrusion for it being your first time. But it was inevitable of you to not feel the stretch "oww ow ow mister— no, no more." you whine trying to pull hips back to earn a tight iron grip on your waist “Shhh I’m just making you feel really good sweetheart, it’s nothing bad.” he hissed watching you squirm your hands down on his wrist “Feels.. feels funny.” His lips press against the crown of your head with a smile “It’s gonna feel really good soon, look at you swallowing my finger.” eyes opened flustering at how easily your fingers were swallowing him wholly.

He moves slow at first letting his fingers get acquainted with the heat of your walls. You squeal and squirm feeling him scissor them for a second, the stretch burning with a pain that quickly was becoming more pleasurable than anything when he began to speed up his pace. Your moans become loud with the slight echo, tears that were once pain quickly warped to pleasure. Holding onto his wrist with white knuckles “Good girl, such a good girl for me.” he helps pushing your legs to hug yourself with three fingers drilled in you “You hear that sound sweetheart? The sound of your cunt taking my fingers hmm.” The way he speaks to you was so dirty and vile, but you weren’t complaining at all. If anything it made you all the needier for him. Your mouth opened wide gasping in choked garbled moans, the man sat off the side staring you down mocking his mouth open, half smiling at your expression “I’m thinking you like my fingers a lot.”

His palm continuing to slap lewdly against your cunt, legs begging to close in hopes to ease the overwhelming feeling of stimulation. His finger fucked all the way inside you, the long digit curling in a fast steady pace. Mouth drawn wider, feeling him open you up on his fingers. "Being such a good student." his face close to yours, foreheads pressed to each other with lips inches from yours swallowing every hot breath you exhaled taking fingers inside and out from your hole.

Palm continuing to rub harsh onto your clit, the pleasure doubling from inside and out until he felt you shake and cry, orgasm washing over you with the various cries of his name falling off your tongue. You stumble words, trying to form any coherent sense a hand coming up to your throat making you smile dumbly in bliss, licking lips that stuttered over with gyrating hips up against his hand, guiding you ride through your intense high “Why are you smiling? stop being cute.” he growls landing a spank over your clit earning him a yelp, unable to utter a thought he pulls you in for a kiss. Lips tracing over yours, It’s chaste, the press of his lips are so sweet, too sweet.

A hint of whiskey vanilla mixed with mint, even if you never had whiskey yourself you recognized the smell from early teen hood when father’s colleagues would come over on nights to drink their heart and liver out, those nights had become a blur in your mind since then. His self-restraint crumbles for a moment and he could taste the strawberry bubblegum you obnoxiously chewed during class, having the strict rule of no gum but allowing you to break it. Maybe because he found it endearing when you’d blow a bubble and it popped the second he called on your name, pretty doe eyes unable to answer. He makes himself pull away remembering he had wanted to keep it brief. You sure minded that, taking it as an insult that he left your lips. Coming to trail forward, falling short when a hand tugs the back of your neck tsking at desperation “Look at you riding my fingers still, even after you already came.” you realize your hand was hugged onto his shirt, hips thrusting with short strokes back and forth on the verge of humping his fingers whole. The new reality of overstimulation dawning on you, hips shuffling back to fail miserably “Mm no, I don’t think so.”

He grins out, fingers started to move again, all the way this time pressing against your spot massaging your walls at the same time. Moans were almost choking you, you felt like you could pass out soon. Tears spring in your eyes feeling him curl digits into your walls, “Please.. please..” your protests fell ignored with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, your cunt raw and battered by long digits.

You quietly shake from the embarrassment, limbs trembling like a leaf. Legs pushed back to it’s original place, the difference was you were opened wide showing all of you. Feeling something different grow inside your tummy that felt bigger than the first time, almost similar to the feeling of going to the bathroom. You panicked, your knees unable to knock from how big his hand is “I’m.. I’m gonna wet myself if you don’t stop sir” your voice barely audible unable to do anything but take it, weeping from the terror of how he would see you after wetting yourself. His lips form up into a smirk, mocking an eyebrow down at you knowing what was next to come.

Your mind continuing to completely blank out, left to leave to another planet. Feeling a palm pressed irritably close to your raw clit, fingers sloshing in and out from your heat wetness being fucked from you. You were a shaking mess, eyes rolled to the back of your skull staying still just like this. Wobbly limbs to hold themselves back without his help, lashes tickling against flushed skin “Don’t— don’t look please!” ears tinged red in embarrassment, incapable to stop from leaking all over him staining his dress shirt, already having a clear image of the mess you made with the rock colored to a darker shade.

“Huh, why not, I find it cute that you wet yourself from just my fingers.” he huffs extending his tongue with pink lips pulling to form a sardonic smile, sweetly lapping at his fingers that were only just on your clit minutes back acting as if his two digits were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, his stare burning into you unrelenting to dilated brown eyes.

This completely knocked you off from the reply you expected, your eyes barely lidded. Wagging your imaginary tail at his praise and the lewdly dirty action he had just done that would go right to your tummy. Combined with him seconds ago of the image fucking into you so deep through your high, your pussy clenches around his long digits walls fluttering around him intensely “No.. no it’s” your squeaks coming out tinily, abrupt fingers left from your heat, the same digits warmly pressed rough into your jaw tilting your head back to face him with cheeks squished between soaked fingers “Have some manners baby, look at you making such a mess.” your legs fall half shut, wincing with the hand that held roughly tight onto one knee “Keep them open for me.”

He trails his hand to yours, pulling it over his lap to wrap tiny fingers around his cock “Rub.” hand ran back over your heat cupping you. He grunts his own hips bucking, feeling his high reach with every stroke of your wrist.

He knew he was going to spill his load if he didn’t stop himself, he groans mustering enough strength almost ailing to rip your hand off. His huffs and puffs fell through his nostrils, grown impatient more than ever to do what he has been wanting, his grasp held by your nape pulling you back off the rock to push you to the ground, ignoring the gasp of surprise that left your lips.

Knees now scuffed with dirt from falling to the ground clumsily this time. Not even thinking to pay any mind to you, his care completely gone out the window. Jerking himself a few times over, running the tip of his cock to your lips “How about a shower baby?” you whine remembering the drizzle of rain during your walk here, shaking your head feverish. Lapping your tongue at his tip, to trailing down his underside and back up.

He helps you, holding himself atop your small hand in a tight fist jerking himself, your lips purse squeezing eyes shut. Not having any of this, he plugs your nose for pursed lips to open shoving the rest of him down your throat while cries become muffled again from the bitter taste “I want my cum down your throat.” you nod barely with a pout, you were supposed to hate this. But you didn’t, you felt so full and worthy of him. You feel good like this, getting used by the older man who you looked up to. The ribbons in your hair with eyes that gleamed innocence, awaiting for what to do next. Hand wrapped tight around his shaft holding still, before he was giving you the ok to carry on. Your cheeks hollowed, swallowing around his length that hit the back of your throat repetitively.

You feel the man thrust into your mouth much rougher this time, the bubbling heat inside his stomach rising until he finally let go. Hand gripping your scalp, a long drawn out groan escaping his lips. Cum spurts down your throat into thick ropes spilling himself full, every breath following with a rough thrust of his pelvis to your throat. Praising you endlessly from how much of a good girl you were for swallowing him all, fist tightening around himself, angling yourself the best way to doing it properly.

Your hand finding it’s way over his balls with a soft squeeze, gazing up at him. He was giving you the same smile he did in class, the one where when he spoke he would speak persuasive with one hollowed dimple to his cheek “Aw, hm. Honey I didn’t mean to cum in your mouth, d’ you like it?” Namjoon’s lips part out of habit, pulling himself back to jerk the rest of his forbidden seed over red lips, proud smirk worn appreciating his work.

You nod shyly, muttering a soft s’okay licking him up from your lips. He could see how your ears turn pink as he asked, did he even need to ask? He was quick with tucking himself back to his pants, helping you up to sit you back on the stone.

Your legs swayed, giggly in post orgasmic state feeling ticklish from the innocent touches he left on your knees wiping dirt. He hums finished, holding his hand out for you to take. You grab onto his and the both of you began to walk back in silence, it wasn’t as tense or nerved compared to walking here. Rather quiet but, it was comfortable between you both.

You liked him teaching you new things, him helping you understand a concept of something that you couldn’t wrap your head around before. Making sure you understand by making you repeat what you just heard. Your mind comes interrupted from your thoughts feeling foot steps stop, his imploring gaze on yours stood tall and wide from underneath the park entrance. Large hand held on your bottom, waiting for you to speak something within you feeling triggered, your eyes filled with hot tears to surface.

His own going to fly wide like saucers, fingers quick to cup under your chin “Why are you crying sweetheart?” you sniffle out between a hiccup hiding the cough you were trying to withheld to your sleeve “Is what I did bad Mr. Kim.. I feel awful thinking I did something wrong, I don’t wanna get in trouble.” you expect him to yell, become upset that you would assume what you did was wrong when you were enjoying it wholeheartedly seconds before. But he could only coo at you with that same smile, wiping the tears of your cheeks off “No not at all, you did such a good thing making yourself feel good all for me.”

You held the hand that rested beside his waist, holding onto him earnestly taking a few moments to catch your breath nodding to yourself that this was all ok. If he didn’t find a problem in it then you were surely just overthinking it all, this was good for you both.

“Ok ok, but I do need to tell you something” your breaths shorter now, his eyebrow ticking up when eyes barely meet “Yes, what is it.” he sounds startled and some would say even worried, a voice you wouldn’t suspect to ever hear from him. Your smile is sly, finger doing a come hither motion to reel him closer “Can’t reach, come please.” he sighs in relief, the voice of his favorite sweetheart of a student, coming close to cup his ear caressing fingers over wide shoulders “I really really like you, want to do this again.” your giggle is soft against him, pecking the shell of his ear.

Pulling yourself back, hands tucked behind your back with the sweet smile for a doll. He could sigh, thinking about how you look like a princess, with silk shiny hair and a look of delicate bambi prettiness to you that only you can make look this pretty in his eyes.

Searing his heart further helped by a button nose, scattered beauty marks and lashes that you would complain to your friends of how long they took to apply blaming it on the reason why you were late. You even smelled pretty, like fabric softener and cherry candy mixed with the scent of bubble gum breath.

He finds himself dazing out too long probably found to be ogling like an idiot, he clears his throat curtly nodding “Mm, we can do this again.” You let out a surprised happy noise, he finds it crazy that you would be this stunned that a man wouldn’t want to do anything with you, even being in your presence is a treat.

“By the way.. you act like I didn’t know this, big secret.” he turns your body to face the awaited trail of pavement for your walk back home, chin rested atop your shoulder.

Your breath caught in your throat timidly croaking out in a whisper of modesty “I need my panties mister.” he hums with a short breath of laughter pecking the shell of your ear, lips trailed off to kissing down your neck, voice dropping an octave “Really? I don’t think so. You should go now, it’s getting late.” his hand sneakily goes up under your skirt patting you sweetly, pecking you on your jaw before stepping back to let you go. Your eyes quickly shoot past your shoulder, barely sending him a rushed nod before you shuffle off to leave. Not even attempting to speak, knowing you would go back to sound like the equivalent to a squeaky mouse, mind still hazy with the smell of his cologne lingering after you now that becomes left in the outside world.

He smiles watching you walk with a wobble in your step, mind trailing back to the first time he noticed you. You came up to him after class hours and were asking questions until abruptly grabbing my hand, coming to line it up with your fragile one fawning over the size difference of how my fingers towered yours, my size kink was futile to my own doom since.

Many nights spent thinking how small and precious your fingers would look wrapped around my cock, I couldn’t let the thought dissolve from my mind until it was satisfied. In this moment I want the same tainted hand to hold mine and walk you through crowds so you’re only left to cling onto me, I realize I’m falling into a never ending plethora of what ifs.

Maybe I’ll entertain this for a bit longer.

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a/n: this was originally going to be “professor lures student into woods and fucks her against a tree” but i wanted them to have some build up😊 ..BTW why is the banner lq??? i was sure it looked better (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)㏊!

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Never Cared About You | PJM

♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— Tongue - Maribou State

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: sub!reader x sadist dom!jimin

wc. 2.4k | smut & angst

→ Warnings: (+18) — peer pressure, video call masturbation, inexperienced oc, manipulation, obsession, begging dumbification, name calling, corruption, edging, tad bit of humiliation, blackmail, arising anxiety attack & no aftercare because yk jimin

( read part two here.)

a/n: this is lazily edited sorry!!!(╥_╥)

What fun is a pretty doll if you can't corrupt it?

Thighs pressed, a thin layer of sweat had gathered around your cleavage. It wasn’t his fault that you decided to wear a v cut top baring your chest for his hungry eyes. It was yours, you wanted to drive him insane he was sure of it. Even going so far to show off the plush of your thighs in that deity forsaken skirt barely doing it’s job. Jimin slowly grew impatient and rather bored from the pace that this was going, tongue swiping across the inside of his cheek with a displeased grunt escaping from his lips.

“Come on.. don’t be shy, you want to learn something out of this. Yeah?”

You shook from the harsh tone of his words, this was nothing you wanted of the sort. Jimin’s hums dragging out, thenar rested under his chin with fingers tapping to his cheek — watching you through the phone screen incredulously with a grimace.

If only you’d locked your bedroom door, Jimin had walked in on you days ago catching you laid out on your bed with a hand beneath your panties pleasuring yourself, or at least trying to. Causing the hellion to laugh in response at your brink of desperation, quickly you grabbed your shorts in terror to wiggle them back in place. Begging him on your hands and knees to not tell anyone what he just saw, and in return you promised to do anything for him in favor of sparing you just this once.

But the thing about jimin was he always needed to bully you at any chance he could take, this was the worst thing he could possibly hold above your head. While he was hanging out with your older brother, he had at least apologized explaining he mistaken your door for the bathroom. He although took your mercy and by taking your offer of desperation, jimin really did take it serious in the worst way possible. Explaining to you simply that if you had phone sex with him he would keep this incident to himself, of course you didn’t want to do it but you had to for the sake of your modesty and reputation outside of this lewd offer. All other options were out of question when you asked if there was anything else he wanted and so with that, of course you had to agree.

Now here you were, sat in front of the propped up phone on your desk. fumbling with hands in lap, to quickly put it short you were nervous. You’re inexperienced and really didn’t need to embarrass yourself again, the reality ultimately hit.

You were about to have video call sex with your brother’s best friend.

“Are you a whore? is that what you are, do you fuck yourself on camera for others. Like you’re about to do for me?”

Yiu bowed your head burning in humiliation, shaking your head with a curt no. A forced chuckle leaves his lips, almost with a look of sheer boredom already plastered on his features “Look at me then and tell.”

Pulling your head up to meet with a choked gasp in your throat. The man was staring right at your chest, completely the opposite of shame with his actions muttering in quick response.. “I-i only fuck myself on camera for you, Jimin.”

Smiling ear to ear satisfied with your answer, only tapping his pointer finger to his cheek patronizing you with that glint smile of his “Mhm that’s right, now pull your legs back and spread them open for me.”

Eyes widen from the abrupt command, a nonchalant carefree tone laced in his voice as if this was all the normal — completely frozen with tinkering anxiety.

He thought it was cute to say the least that you were shaking in jittery nerves, all he needed to do was coax you into it.. that’s all “Don’t be scared, just want to see what you are hiding underneath that short skirt of yours, it must be precious from how shy you are acting.”

With a tremor in your voice spoken barely above a whisper “‘M really nervous.. don’t want to mess this—this up.”

Dear god you were really going to be the death of him, the man had decided from then and there that he was going to ruin you wholeheartedly so. He sends you the most charming smile with a toothy grin, dimples poking on each side in his cheeks. Pulling an immediate heartbeat to your cunt with pliant ease, jimin leaned forward on his elbows closer to the camera “Don’t be nervous, want to make you feel good baby. Open those pretty legs for me, won’t you? I don’t disappoint.” with a whisper that sweet, who were you to say no? Finally you nod to him timidly so, you could trust him sure enough. He was best friends with your brother after all, lust was quickly fogging your touch starved brain — clearly forgetting other important matters at hand.

You follow his command, widening your legs shakily unknowing of the visible wet patch on the front of your cotton underwear. Catching his attention finally, you peaked his interest and he now knew this couldn’t go to waste, he just had to be patient with you.

“So innocent, isn’t that right? You never done this before?” shaking your head embarrassed that the only action you had ever experienced was the head of your plushies and clueless fingers, he is sure to calm you down with his sweet words of reassurance “Let me teach you.” flustered with surely tinted cheeks you whisper shyly remaining modest regardless of your compromising position — acting as if your legs weren’t wide open “P-please tell me what to do now.” tsking at you with a shake of fruitless laughter in his shoulders “Don’t be impatient doll, rub yourself over your panties.. until I feel like seeing you bare.”

You nod, slowly slipping eager fingers down over your navel to trickle furthermore teasingly you reach down to your wet panty clad cunt. Rubbing gentle motions over your clit, along running your fingers through your clothed folds. Toes quickly curling up from the cool sensation, feeling arousal seeping within you from sensitivity. With small broken whines dropping from your lips “Feels good doesn’t it?”

nodding once more, you hide your embarrassment burying your nose into your shoulder already losing yourself within reality, even jimin himself was starting to lose his mind — with a mask covering beneath the surface ‘course. you were beginning to cause a massive urge of his to corrupt those innocent eyes of yours. the sparking gleam in them.. so pretty, it leaves a glistening gem in the dust.

“All on me angel. I wanna see you moaning my name with tears in those eyes of yours.” with bated breath your eyes land back on his “Y-yes sorry.. is there something else you want me to do?”

So eager and compliant for him, and we only had started. Rested over on one knee he nods his head forward, you taking this as your cue to slip off your panties. Legs sprawled out even wider than before, the man watched with arising hunger and lust swimming in his eyes, your folds glistening in the light. Sticking together with every subtle movement you did. Smiling with watching you pathetically squirm seeking for any type of friction, clenching around absolutely nothing.

“Already wet for me, pathetic little girl. Go ahead and rub your pussy, that isn’t too hard for you is it?” you whine in more of your desperation, bucking hips into the air from frustration slowly building to the surface. Rubbing even bigger circles over your clit, with the man’s contestant tantalizing making you too embarrassingly hot and soaking wet, words weren’t needed to be said when it was seen in clear plain sight for his devil eyes to gawk at.

“You’re— you are such a perv jimin.” voice barely above a whisper, the bedroom fills only of your incoherent slurs that escape your lips. — Waves of pressure hitting you more each time you hit your spot, increasing in intensity of speed, the cocky man responding at the retort with a blatant scoff.

“Never said I wasn’t a perv, dirty girl.”

Watching you shake and tremble, heavy breathing all from just my words was fueling me to no measure. I always knew you weren’t as innocent as you seemed, especially when I’d step out from your brother’s room to go to the restroom. Until I had the great honor to hear muffled noises coming from your bedroom, plainly opening the door with curiosity to catch you with your knees knocking in on themselves and small eager fingers rubbing at your womanhood. Clearly desperate I would assume to find your ebbing orgasm, which I was now sure you had never actually attained one for that matter. It was so easy to tell with just from the little guidance you had with untimely motions of your fingers, you were sloppy.

What happened to the goody two shoes everyone knew you for, who is always sure to clean up any mistakes she makes after herself? Not so perfect are you now, such a dumb little baby you are. For you to believe after all these years coming to your house that I could somehow mistake your room for the bathroom. It really has me thinking that you wanted this to happen, then again.. things go way over your pretty little head. You can’t seem to do anything for yourself, isn’t that right now? No need to worry at all though. I’m here and I know you’ll be crawling back to me after this call with no doubt in my mind.

You were reaching your orgasm, he could see the telltale signs. Closed eyes, gnawing down onto your lip for dear life with those tiny choked gasps of his name leaving that pretty pretty small mouth of yours.

“What are you feeling right now sweetheart?” he smiles rubbing at his chin, watching your drunken state drown in pleasure. Bucking your hips into the air even more than the first time, legs rubbing uncomfortably up against the arms of your chair in agitation you finally cry out “I-i feel so hot and..” you heavily pant trying your best to catch onto your breath “Please.. please don’t make me stop Jimin.” eyes shut even tighter, back arching. You felt with every flick of your wrist that you were going to tip off the edge, is this what an actual orgasm feels like?

“I told you angel.”

You widen your eyes clearly confused and lost of where he was going with his words.

The visible desperation in your eyes only makes me form a shameless grin on my features, poking my tongue out to wet my lips. Staring in pure awe at your pretty soaked cunt, deciding on that he wanted to play another game with you. A terse tilt to the neck pursing cockily with a half smirk “Stop touching.” you gasp out raggedly, ripping your hand away from your battered cunt. Shaken limbs, another whine emits from swollen your swollen mouth your lips quivering to look down at your cunt fluttering sporadically around absolutely nothing now.

"Please, oh p-pretty please, Jimin I need more-” your cries barely reach ears, watching jimin from the facetime camera with a foggy mind and half lidded eyes in the mix of your sexual frustration with great confusion.

He mind boggling leans over to grab a sip of whatever he was drinking, glancing at your trembling figure as if he was watching the morning news. The man pulls the rim of his glass from his spit slicked lips sighing out hopeless with a loud “Ahh, that’s right. You were about to cum, weren’t you?” in sad attempts to fix your posture sitting up back more straight, the man watches your pathetic attempt to cover yourself “Isn’t that just inconvenient for you?” brows furrowed at you in pity, the skirt barely doing anything to hide your obvious arousal “Wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle below your seat as we speak.” twirling the drink in hand, catching his attention again with a desperate whisper of yours, “Please.. Jimin please let me. I need your permission, it r-really hurts.” that’s all the man needed before he moved back in his chair, your eyes pleading him more with every movement he made

“Hm?” a pained desperate smile graced your features, watching you beg pathetically in silence. He smirked feeling you finally suffered enough in his own vanilla terms for starting you off “Ok pretty girl, go ahead and cum for me.” your eyes gloss over his words like they were made of magic, stuttering breath with a shudder tingling down your spine.

Fingers resume running through your soaked folds, feeling the painful throbbing pulse turn into pleasurable relief. You start to feel a foreign tightness build up from your back, down to your legs. Beginning to feel so lightheaded that your heart beat began to quicken in your chest. Toes curled tight until you couldn’t take it anymore, finally letting yourself go. Waves of arousal surging within you, seeing stars curled and trembled into yourself. Unable to take ahold of anything, wetness drips down your shaky thighs, eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Drool slipping past your pouty lips, feeling as if you could pass out when a familiar voice awakens you back to reality

“What do we say?” you mutter quietly, knowing the response he expected from you “T-thank you Jimin.” eyes closed shut still, trying to calm the flutter of your core. “When will you be calling again, hm?” Again? he wants to do this again? “Not s-sure.. I really thought this was a one time thing.”

He laughs out comically only shaking his head “It wasn’t a question stupid, you will call me tomorrow.” leaving his screen to go on pause abruptly, suddenly feeling vulnerable. You snatch your skirt, wiggling it back on feeling a wave of uneasy deja vu. As if your intuition was right — a message pops back up on the facetime screen, along with jimin’s screen unpausing and all you had saw was the following text “Jimin has taken a Live Photo” realization quickly hitting you like a train, nausea seeping into you, your mind suddenly dizzy. You peer glassy eyes in desperate hopes of reassurance from the man, just hoping what you were seeing was a figment. But to only find that jimin who you thought you could trust, was smiling ear to ear in contentment. Leaning over one last time you suspect, except he was much closer to the camera this time. Swiping his thumb over his nose with a cocked brow and an awful grin you grown to like.

“If you call me.. your secret will still be safe with me. and if you don’t, well you know what happens.” and with that, the facetime call ends. in a blink of an eye — you felt that same sense of drowning buildup in your throat, taking in of what exactly just happened. Coming to the great fact that you were under jimin’s full control now, completely helpless, exactly where he wanted you.

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