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girl8890 · 2 years

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R Town | Ch.12

Jimin x Taehyung

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POV: Jimin

Warnings: Sex & Strip club, Pole dances, Watching others have sex (implied), Anal sex, Jealousy.

Index | Ch.13

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I don't know what possessed me that morning to go to the new club, but I knew if I ever wanted to talk to my sister, I would have to go. It's one of those clubs that open early and close late, so I knew that whatever time I went, I would most likely see M.

The problem is not finding a good time to see M but having to go to the actual club. I've never been to a club before, and I also don't want to see Felix. I rather him not know I'm in this town with them for as long as possible. Not only have he and I never got along, but he has a problem with running to my parents whenever I do something "not to his or their standards." My entire life isn't up to his or my parent's standards!

Another reason why my sister kept quiet for so long. Us Parks are known for not taking shit from others, but when it comes to my parents, you better be able to take anything they throw at you if you want to survive under their roof. Unless you want your credit card cut and zero chance of getting the inheritance. Maybe that's another reason I didn't question my sister when she said I should leave. I was done with having that always being dangled over my head.

I walk up to the front of the club an hour after opening, and I can already smell the reck of sex coming from it. This place is in no way my sister's business. Her name may be on the ownership contract, but it's not at all hers. Even the actual door handle to the front door isn't her.

My sister likes clean and bright things and having everything look perfect. This place reads only darkness, hopelessness, and everything but perfect.

I take one last breath of clean air, then open the front door. The first thing I notice is that there are no windows. It's all dark and has minimal light. Making it seem like it's still nighttime to everyone on the inside.

I'm not sure if these people are still here from last night's opening or if the people inside are so addicted to sex that they came here at the crack of dawn. There are multiple rooms to my left that only have thick red curtains blocking everyone from seeing what's happening inside, but the noises are clear. High-pitched fake moans are coming from the other side, and I have to look away from the slight opening in one of the rooms.

There are also some larger rooms at the end of that wall, but instead of curtains, there are doors, and it's keeping everyone from seeing or hearing what's going on inside. I have a whole body shudder when I think about what Felix has in mind for those rooms.

There's a large bar right at the front of the business, and a young male bartender with tattoos on his face is cleaning a glass cup and talking to someone on the other side of the bar. In the middle of the club is a large stage with a pole right in the middle of it. My eyes go wide when I see the town's only hair stylist's soon-to-be ex-wife spinning around the pole.

Juliet is giving this old dude the fuck me eyes as she glided down the pole in front of him. Then she slowly spreads her legs, so he can wish to have whatever is between her legs. Her sheer black lingerie already gave little to the imagination.

It seems I was right about this place not having many guidelines to what's legal and illegal in a sex and strip club because the guy reaches in-between her legs like he has the right. He does this, and the "security guards" don't seem like they give a fuck. Juliet, the little spitfire that she is, kicks the guy away and gives him a nasty look.

"Fuck no, dude. You have to pay extra if you want anything like that."

I gasp, rather loudly, when I hear Juliet say those words. I know it's half a sex club, but I'm in no way used to hearing words like that out loud. Even when Taehyung talks dirty to me, I feel like I'm about to explode from embarrassment, but I usually end up exploding in different ways too...

Before I could look away and pray that no one heard my gasp, Juliet turns her attention away from the grimy old man and spots me. Her face changes into one of disgust when she realizes I'm here. It's clear to me, even though I've never talked to this woman once in my life, that she's part of the people in this town that hate outsiders. This is kinda hypocritical since she works for two "outsiders."

Juliet pushes the old man away from her, and he has obviously been pissed off now that her attention is no longer on him. Then she struts off the stage and comes straight over to me. She puts her hand on her exposed naked hip and stares down at me like I'm an insect she would like to squish. "Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?"

I roll my eyes because fuck this bitch. I don't know her age, but she also doesn't know mine. She has no right to ask me my age and look at me like I'm beneath her, especially when she was just asking that guy no more than a minute ago to pay her extra for sex. Yeah, fuck her. "Fuck off, Juliet. I'm not here for that anyway."

"Doesn't matter what your here for. It's 18 and up only. How old are you anyway, sixteen? Get out of here before I call security on you."

"I highly doubt Felix's security would actual give a shit if I was here. All I would have to do is flash some cash, and they would allow me to do whatever I want." Not that I want to do anything with anyone here, but my words were definitely true by the way Juliet cowers into herself.

I kinda feel bad when I see Juliet react like this. This place has only been open for a day, and she's already acting like a war survivor because of the mention of Felix's name. Before I could debate on apologizing, the woman I've been looking for finds me first.

"Jimin?" M says from behind me. I spin around to see my sister, who I haven't seen in over six months, holding a clipboard and looking exactly how she should look every day. Her red hair is curled, she has clean skin with just the right amount of make-up and looking like a badass bitch in her boot heels. But more than anything, I missed seeing that smile on her face. My sister always had such straight teeth. "Oh my - Jimin! It's really you!"

M runs to me, and I don't realize until I'm in her arms again that I met her halfway. Holding my sister after being away for so long made tears form in my eyes. "Fuck, M. I couldn't believe it when I saw you yesterday in that stage." We pull back from our embrace. "You look good."

And her smile falls. She quickly puts on a fake one, though, and I now realize my words have most likely brought out a bad memory in her mind. A bad memory of when we last saw each other. A night I rather never bring up, but I need some questions answered that only she can give.

"Um... M. How do you know this kid?"

I roll my eyes when I hear Juliet speak from behind me. M, on the other hand, continues to smile and talks to her over my head. "Jimin's my brother." Oh, fuck. I didn't think she would tell her the truth! "Will be in the office if you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know."

Juliet must have understood because I then hear her heels click away as she walks. M's attention goes back to me, and she nods her head as she walks backward. Instructing me to follow her.

I follow M behind the bar, which then brings us to a door that I assume before she opens it that it's the said office. We walk inside, and it's the exact opposite of what I expected. I, for some reason, thought it would smell like sex, and he piles of trash all around. The perfect Felix office, honestly, but instead, it just looks like a normal office. I can tell this office is more for M than for Felix.

She sits down behind the desk in her chair, and she actually looks like she belongs there. Even though it's weird for me to admit that my sister owning a sex and strip club suits her, seeing her sit behind the desk of it does. By the way, she talked to Juliet, her employee, too. I can only imagine what it's like to have Felix here instead of M.

"So, how have you been? What are you doing here? Is that Gucci?"

I have to laugh because this bundle of questions is what my sister does. Always wondering what I've been up to and making sure I'm safe. I, of course, do the same, and being the oldest always made me feel I had to be the protective one in the relationship, but M would admit she's always looked after me even when she didn't need to.

"I'm good - actually - I guess. After you told me to leave." M stiffens in her seat. "The only place I could think to go is here, but no one remembers us. Granted, I didn't recognize anyone here either."

"Oh, I feel the same way! Being back in this town after being away for so long... I'm not sure how to feel. Although I was eight while you were ten, so your memory of people is probably better then mine."

"Yeah, you would think." I suddenly feel nervous being in front of M. Not because she has an aura of anxiety surrounding her, but because I know what I'm about to say next is going to sour the great reunion we're having. "M... can I ask you something?"

M sits up straight in her chair, now looking as nervous as I feel. "Yeah, of course. What's up Jimin?"

"That night... the night I left."

"Please don't."

"Why did you tell me to leave?"

M's eye twitches, and her fingers turn white as she grips the edge of the desk. My spine straightens in my seat, then, feeling M's anxiety flow through me. Her voice sounds so small, and I feel so upset and angry to see her like this because of a flashback he caused. "Jimin... I can't-"

"Why not!?" M jumps, not expecting me to be angry. "Why can't you tell me anything? Every since that fuck face married you, you don't tell me shit. Our parents always told me shit to begin with, but I never expected you to do the same!"

M looks down in her lap, and I don't miss the tears she wipes away. "I-it's just complicated, Jimin. You wouldn't understand."

"Then make me understand."

"I don't want you too!" It's my turn to jump at M's rise in temper. The Park attitude she adopted coming out. "I don't want you to understand what it's like to not be able to explain to my brother, my best fucking friend, what my life is like or what his life could have been."

"Could have been?" M looks away again and shakes her head. Not wanting to further explain. I lead with a follow-up question then since it's clear she doesn't want to go further with this exact conversation. "Why are you still with Felix then?"

"Fuck, Jimin. I..." M stops herself short. I already know M wasn't happy with Felix, and that night she came to me over six months ago proved it, but the fact that she can't even give an excuse like, "because I love him," proves to me further that there's more to their marriage that I just don't know about.

I lean forward in my chair and grab her hands to hold in mine. I hold her little fingers in my slightly bigger ones and give them a comforting squeeze. "M, you can tell me anything. Please, just let me help you."

M shakes her head and continues to stare down in her lap, no longer caring about the multiple tears falling from her eyes now. "I wish you could, Jimin. I wish you fucking could."

Yeah, I really wish I could too.

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I left M's soon after she stopped answering my question. When I kept pestering for answers, she ended up giving me the excuse that she was very busy and that I would have to leave so she could get work done. I knew it was an excuse before the words even left her mouth, but her promise of her telling me that I can come by any time as long as she's here makes me think that maybe - just maybe - I'll get my answers one day.

I just hope It's not too late when M finally gives me those answers.

I'm really ashamed to admit this, but as soon as I left Lee club, I wanted to see Taehyung. I wanted to go to him so that I could cry into his lap, and then I wanted him to fuck me until I forgot about everything. Then, after I forgot about my stress from my sister and her relationship, I wanted him to hold me and talk to me about whatever shit comes to my mind. I just wanted him.

And I still do. That's why I go to him. I run to his office building, see the closed sign, then I run even faster to his mansion. Knowing if he's not at his office building during this time of day, then he's definitely at his mansion. I know it's against our arrangement for me to come before 10:30 at night, but I honestly don't care right now.

I need him. I fucking need someone to look at me in the eye and tell me everything is going to be okay. I fucking need him to be the one to hold me against him and pierce my soul with eyes of admiration as he says everything is going to be okay. I know these feelings I shouldn't have, but right now, I just don't care. I just don't care right now.

I burst into his mansions office, and thank god he's the only one inside. Taehyung first looks pissed off, but then his expression changes to one of concern. I know I was crying the whole way here, and that's most likely the reason why Taehyung looks concerned, but how could I not cry when someone like Felix is treating my sister like shit? On top of that, she won't let me help her!

"Taehyung," I cry out as I fall to the floor onto my knees.

He runs over to me, and it feels like no time has passed when he scoops me up in his arms and leans my head on his chest. It's like there's no trouble in our arrangement when he rocks me back and forth while whispering with a gentle voice into my ear, "It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm here, no one can hurt you."

But it's not me who's hurt. It's not me who needs protecting, but hearing Taehyung say those words to me makes my chest tighten a little less. His voice soothed my terrible thoughts of what could be going on with my sister.

After a couple of minutes of Taehyung just holding me in his lap on the floor, I eventually stop crying. Concentrating on Taehyung's heart to help me breathe.

I lift my face out of his chest, and Taehyung's little smile brings me back to life. "Thank you, Taehyung. I'm sorry for bursting in here-"

"It's okay!" He quickly interrupts. "You can come to me with anything. Are you okay... did someone hurt you?"

It actually scares me a bit how deep and possessive Taehyung's voice just got with his question, but it's also embarrassing for me to admit that it also arouses me. Fuck, what is wrong with me today?

"I-I'm fine, Taehyung. It's my sister... M is my sister and her husbands a terrible person," I admit. Although Taehyung doesn't seem like he understands the connection of her name. "She's married to Felix Lee. The owner to the new club."

Taehyung then squints his eyes in rage, and it surprises me to see him appear angry when I mention my sister's husband's name. "Fucking, Felix. Your sister is married to that fucker?"

I nod my head, and he looks at me differently with the same eyes he had that night. The night I rejected him and the last time we were together...

Sad. His eyes are sad.

We stand up off the floor then, Taehyung helping me rise to my feet. "How do you know him?"

Instead of answering, Taehyung just shakes his head, not wangling to answer. Taehyung knows Felix, and I don't persist to know how, but it feels good knowing I have someone close to me that understands how much of a fuck face Felix truly is.

Taehyung then takes me by my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Not to have sex, however. He lets me lay down and just holds me. Knowing without words exactly what I needed and wanted. I curl my arms in between us, and he supports my body by pressing me into his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair with the other. Me feeling completely relaxed in his arms.

It's then, after a few minutes of silence, that I feel guilty again about how we left things last time. It's been a whole week since he let me see him, but when I needed him most, he allowed me to cry in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Tae." Taehyung looks down at me, confused. "F-for what happened last time I saw you." I'm not sure if it was the apology or the random nickname I gave him, but I feel Taehyung stiffen against me, and I watch the corners of his mouth point downward, furthering his frown.

"There's nothing to apologize for. You don't feel the same, it's alright."

I'm not sure what it was, but something suddenly felt off about him. His voice went flat, showing me it's not actually alright. I do believe he forgives me since my not wanting to be with him is my decision, but at the same time, it doesn't feel right.

I feel Taehyung's lips against my forehead, and I sigh at the contact. This one little kiss begins a reaction. Kisses on the forehead lead to kisses on my cheek, then my neck, and then they finally lead to my lips. Once again, without words, Taehyung knows what I need and want... but I still feel off.

His kisses and caresses, however, feel as passionate as ever. Like not a day has gone by since we were with each other last. My clothes get removed super fast by him. Taehyung clearly missed what we had as much as I did. I moan when his lips attach to my nipple, sucking on the bud while I rank my finger through his hair and bite my lip.

Taehyung being rough but taking care of me at the same time makes me want to always come back to him. It scares me to think how much I've actually come to terms with always wanting him like this. I hope it doesn't end up hurting me in the future.

Taehyung's lips detach from me, and then he rests his head on my rib cage. He rubs his face on my rib cage, and it actually feels good to receive pure affection like this. I feel his fingers glide up my thighs, and I bite my lip because I know where his fingers are going to go.

It surprises me to feel slight resistance when Taehyung's fingers enter me, but I'm still having that euphoric feeling his fingers always give me as he stretches my walls.

Taehyung chuckles against my ribs, then says, "Seems like a week without me has gotten you tighter." At first, I thought he was going to be mad at me. Now that my usual easily forgiving body is resisting his fingers, he'll want to resist me and not continue. But instead, Taehyung crawls up my body and bites my ear. "Good to know I'm still the only cock thats been inside you."

I moan and clench around his two fingers because of his words. My cheeks heat up when I look at his lust-filled eyes. "O-of course. Only for you, Tae."

Taehyung growls into my neck at my words. I don't know what made me find this confidence to say what I just said, but it makes me want to say so much more if I continue to get reactions like this from Taehyung.

After I'm stretched enough and feeling so much I could pass out from pleasure, he removes his fingers. I huff out a deep breath and stare up at Taehyung as he lubes up his cock. I feel my cheeks warm again, but thankfully Taehyung decides to flip me over onto my stomach and raise my ass to him so he doesn't notice how watching him touch himself affects me.

I feel his cock breach my hole, and I'm grabbing onto the bed sheets. It feels so fucking good. I missed this so much. I missed him so much. Having Taehyung grab my hips and thrust into me like if he misses a beat, a bomb will go off has become my new favorite addiction. Not to mention Taehyung finds my prostate within seconds of entering me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

He hits that bundle of nerves inside me, and thrusting against my walls makes me cry out how good it truly is. "Fuck - God - Fuck, Taehyung! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Taehyung pushes onto the top of my back, pushing me further into the mattress, and fucks into me harder and deeper because of this angle. I feel him smack my ass, the sound echoing in my ears, and I chock on a moan. I have to shut my eyes because I feel myself getting close to cumming already. I almost explode within seconds when he says, "Always so tight for me, Jimin... You feel so fucking good on my dick. I wish I could always have you this way."

I clench around him and curl my fingers into the sheets. Hearing him grunt into my ear is getting me closer and closer and...

I wish I didn't open my eyes. I wish at that exact moment I didn't open my eyes and looked at the corner of my room because it ruined the moment. It ruined it for me.

As I was crying out Taehyung's name and cumming all over the sheets, I see in the garbage pale across the room two used condoms. Two used condoms that I know for a fact he did not use with me.

Taehyung and I don't use condoms.

He's always fucked me raw, and he trusts me not to go back on my word about not having sex with other people without telling him. But Taehyung never had that rule. He never gave me that promise because, in the beginning, I didn't care for it.

Taehyung then cums inside me, pushing me further into the mattress with his hand on my back, and I'm stiff as a board as he cums into the deepest deeps inside me. Something that should feel so good, and usually always does, but right now, I'm so sick to my stomach about what's in the garbage that I'm numb!

I'm numb with physical feelings, but one thing is for sure... I'm jealous. I'm jealous of whoever he fucked that wasn't me. I'm jealous that he fucked someone else and didn't care about me when he did it. He told me he wanted to be with me a week ago, and sometime between last week and today, he fucked someone else.

The sad thing is, he has that right. He can do whatever he wants because he isn't mine... And now I'm feeling the effects of not allowing him to be mine. The effects of not taking Taehyung's offer when I had the chance...

I hate it.

Index | Ch.13

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veeparkersstuff · 2 years

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"Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love" -Charles Maurice de Talleyrand🤍

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highwayrunwa · 2 years

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BTS "vimin -Relationship..

To be honest i think a lot of s/ w vmin has changed… You know, I understand just lost their dynamic. I mean, on the one hand they claim to be soul mates, to be best friends but they behave actually not like one. I know that they have matured a lot and become private, but that still doesn't mean they show no feelings for each other at all be able. I honestly don't think so they are more so close. I think, we all really undermine the relationship, the Jimin & The with Wooga & Sunhoon share. I mean it's obvious that Jimin spends a lot of time with Sunghoon, e.g. B. in their house or when traveling together, and they are even often seen what at least for me it shows them the really liking each other's company. well if you look at vmin even if they claim to be close but they never talk about it. hanging out together and it's been years since someone seen them together somewhere Has. Same goes for Taehyung, he doesn't have one problem with sharing that he with others members or the Wooga squad, but again, he never says anything about Jimin. Her behavior contradicts me their relationship status for some time. I definitely don't want to imply that they hate each other, i just think they do are no longer exclusive friends and possibly closer ties received by others. I just wish they at least did be friends with each other and not To be honest i think a lot of s/ w vmin has changed… You know, I understand just lost their dynamic. I mean, on the one hand they claim to be soul mates, to be best friends but they behave actually not like one. I know that they have matured a lot and become private, but that still doesn't mean they show no feelings for each other at all be able. I honestly don't think so they are more so close. I think, we all really undermine the relationship, the Jimin & The with Wooga & Sunhoon share. I mean it's obvious that Jimin spends a lot of time with Sunghoon, e.g. B. in their house or when traveling together, and they are even often seen what at least for me it shows them the really liking each other's company. well if you look at vmin even if they claim to be close but they never talk about it. hanging out together and it's been years since someone seen them together somewhere Has. Same goes for Taehyung, he doesn't have one problem with sharing that he with others members or the Wooga squad, but again, he never says anything about Jimin. Her behavior contradicts me their relationship status for some time. I definitely don't want to imply that they hate each other, i just think they do are no longer exclusive friends and possibly closer ties received by others. I just wish they at least did I just wish they at least did be friends with each other and not Drifting apart. I talk about them in regarding their friendship. What I meaning is that we are the true ones not knowing the nature of their relationship but at least we know they are Friends are… So considering why can't they show each other affection and comfort … it was very strange for me that I haven't said a single word, um Jimin in this Festa video too comfort… I mean, say everything you want, but don't you think, as a friend should he have said something. Also when RM said jhope is always the number 1 for Jimin and everyone comes second Job. I was really shocked because i thought it would be tae that he was closer turn was Hobi than anyone else (according to the words of the members). The thing is, that relationships are dynamic and change constantly " "

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ninadobree · 2 years

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To be honest i think a lot of s/w vmin has changed... You know, I understandjust lost their dynamic. I mean,on the one hand they claim to be soul mates,to be best friends but they behaveactually not like one. I know thatthey have matured a lot and become private,but that still doesn't mean theyshow no feelings for each other at allbe able. I honestly don't think sothey are more so close. I think,we all really undermine the relationship,the Jimin & The with Wooga & Sunhoonshare. I mean it's obvious thatJimin spends a lot of time with Sunghoon, e.g. B.in their house or when traveling together,and they are even often seen whatat least for me it shows them thereally liking each other's company.well if you look at vmin even ifthey claim to be closebut they never talk about it. hanging out together and it's been years sincesomeone seen them together somewhereHas. Same goes for Taehyung, he doesn't have oneproblem with sharing that he with othersmembers or the Wooga squad,but again, he never says anything about Jimin.Her behavior contradicts metheir relationship status for some time.I definitely don't want to imply thatthey hate each other, i just think they doare no longer exclusive friends andpossibly closer tiesreceived by others.I just wish they at least didbe friends with each other and notTo be honest i think a lot of s/w vmin has changed... You know, I understandjust lost their dynamic. I mean,on the one hand they claim to be soul mates,to be best friends but they behaveactually not like one. I know thatthey have matured a lot and become private,but that still doesn't mean theyshow no feelings for each other at allbe able. I honestly don't think sothey are more so close. I think,we all really undermine the relationship,the Jimin & The with Wooga & Sunhoonshare. I mean it's obvious thatJimin spends a lot of time with Sunghoon, e.g. B.in their house or when traveling together,and they are even often seen whatat least for me it shows them thereally liking each other's company.well if you look at vmin even ifthey claim to be closebut they never talk about it. hanging out together and it's been years sincesomeone seen them together somewhereHas. Same goes for Taehyung, he doesn't have oneproblem with sharing that he with othersmembers or the Wooga squad,but again, he never says anything about Jimin.Her behavior contradicts metheir relationship status for some time.I definitely don't want to imply thatthey hate each other, i just think they doare no longer exclusive friends andpossibly closer tiesreceived by others.I just wish they at least didI just wish they at least didbe friends with each other and notDrifting apart.I talk about them inregarding their friendship. What Imeaning is that we are the true onesnot knowing the nature of their relationshipbut at least we know they areFriends are... So consideringwhy can't theyshow each other affection and comfort... it was very strange for me thatI haven't said a single word, umJimin in this Festa video toocomfort... I mean, say everything youwant, but don't you think, as a friendshould he have said something. Also whenRM said jhope is always the number1 for Jimin and everyone comes secondJob. I was really shocked becausei thought it would be tae that he was closerturn was Hobi than anyone else (according to thewords of the members). The thing is,that relationships are dynamic andchange constantly " "... It was very strange to me thatI haven't said a single word, umJimin in this Festa video toocomfort... I mean, say everything youwant, but don't you think, as a friendshould he have said something. Also whenRM said jhope is always the number1 for Jimin and everyone comes secondJob. I was really shocked becausei thought it would be tae that he was closerturn was Hobi than anyone else (according to thewords of the members). The thing is,that relationships are dynamic andkeep changing... and i think imcase of vmin you have othersfound people in her lifewhich they compare to each other nowstand much closer.-'

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i-donthaveanygoodidea · 2 years

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Vmin little red riding hood AU

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thenationview · 2 years

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Matteo Salvini points to the Ministry of the Interior. Giorgetti: "He is the natural candidate"

Matteo Salvini points to the Ministry of the Interior. Giorgetti: “He is the natural candidate”

“There is a list of ministries of interest to the League, we don’t talk about names.” So the holder of Mise Giancarlo Giorgetti leaving Montecitorio after the federal council of the League, to the microphones of RaiNews. «Viminale just for Salvini? It seems to me the natural candidate … », he replied. As for the possibility of a political government, “Have there been some technical governments in…

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her-satanic-wiles · 8 months

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October 16th

Public Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Reader

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Warnings: Public sex; cheating; exhibitionism; power play; abuse of power; forced cucking (so, dubcon); fingering; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; public masturbation; degradation; finger sucking; cum eating?; breeding kink; creampie;

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As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

I went a bit feral with this... please enjoy the depravity.

Papa Emeritus II was, for lack of a better term, a menace to the Ministry. He had always been a bit of a ladies’ man, but upon taking over Papacy from his older brother, he became a pure, unadulterated nightmare. For the most part, he never abused his power. He never threw his title around and stomped his feet every time he couldn’t get something his way. He would always sit back, contemplate, and form a solution even if it wasn’t the ideal outcome. However, he hated most of the Clergy members. Most of the Cardinals that surrounded him, the Bishops, just most of the people who decided that they would try and brown nose their way to Secondo’s position. Or at least into becoming his right-hand man.

The thing about Secondo was, he never had right-hand men. Knew all he needed to know about men given that he was one and, quite frankly, he couldn’t stand them. No, no, Secondo had right-hand women and enbies. Career-driven, powerful women, and enbies that had tempers and formidable demeanours rivalling that of Mt. Vesuvius. To be perfectly honest, his previous right-hand would have made Vesuvius shake to the size of the Viminal Hill in Roma.

Secondo would never sleep with his right-hand and personal team, of course not! And how dare you suggest such a thing? That would be a breach of his power, a total imbalance of the Force. No, no. He would never sleep with them. He would, of course, provide pleasure should they ask for it, though. The man was an open book many had read. A beautiful person teary-eyed and complaining that their spouse wasn’t pleasing them right? Ugh, a plague on their house. As leader of the Satanic Church, where the vulva’s orgasm was the utmost of their priorities by order of the Dark Lord and father, Lucifer, it was his right - no! His duty as Papa to make sure that this person felt loved and appreciated, and so overstimulated they could hardly walk. But that was neither here nor there. It was only his duty after all.

So, needless to say, when sweet, young, distraught you walked into his office in tears, he was beside himself. His favourite Sibling is struggling? No, this can’t happen - not on his watch. You didn’t want to tell him at first for fear of being unprofessional, but Papa was insistent you unburdened yourself. When you explained that you’d caught your partner in bed with another Sibling and he didn’t feel in any way remorseful for what he’d done, Secondo almost hit the roof. He was only able to keep himself calm for your sake. However, once he was no longer seeing red, devising a plan was as simple and easy as taking candy from a baby. Your partner was a piece of shit to you, but he was also just a general piece of shit. He was one of those brown-nosers who was after a higher position in the Ministry. He practically sold you into Secondo’s employment so you could put in a good word with Papa. But you were the kindest, sweetest, most angelic in the Ministry, and Secondo couldn’t quite bring himself to hate or be wary of you. And so now he was hatching his own plan for revenge on your behalf.

There were plenty of things he could have done, but only one thing he wanted to do. One thing that would really send a message. You. And with your consent he did just that. Papa was, unsurprisingly, the best you’d ever had. And every time you two slept together you were reminded of just how awful your partner was and how much you’d been screwed over. And so by welcoming Papa into your bed you were actively disrespecting your partner in a private way. And while it was good enough the first three times, your partner was none the wiser and was certainly not being shamed for it. Revenge is best served cold, but yours had only just entered the fridge.

You didn’t have a plan so much as a spontaneous idea stemming from the perfect situation. The Clergy had a twice-yearly dinner that all the higher members and their partners would attend. Meaning you would be there with him. And you were just as stunning as usual. You chose an emerald, sequin ensemble that made you look divine and flattered your body in such a way all eyes were on you. And this clearly frustrated your partner as when Secondo found you in one of the alcoves you were sobbing again. “He was fucking her in one of the rooms. Sister Imperator informed me. Now she knows, everyone else will.”

Secondo wrapped you into a warm hug and allowed you to cry into his robes. He was a bitter, miserable old man to most, but to those closest to him he was insanely kind and thoughtful. Ruthless and intimidating, but wonderful. “I want to embarrass him.” Secondo told you. “I want to humiliate him the most. Sathanas, if I could, I’d spread you on the dinner table and have my way with you in front of him, and watch him try to keep his cool head in front of the entire Clergy.”

You didn’t know what came over you. You didn’t know why you said what you said, but you looked him in the eye, wiped a tear away and said, “Do it.”

Secondo was clearly taken aback because he asked for clarification.

“I want him to hurt. I want him to suffer. I want you to let everyone know how much of a piece of shit he is. Ostracise him.”

Secondo gulped and looked at you with wide eyes and his hands tightened their grip on your waist. He let out an involuntary groan at the thought and before either of you could change your minds, he took you by the hand and led you back to the dining hall. He waited a second longer just so that you could make sure you looked presentable and like you hadn’t been affected by your partner’s infidelity and you entered the room, disappointed to see he still wasn’t back yet. Secondo had a plan, though, kissed your hand and told you to sit in your seat until your partner came back. Secondo would go back to his.

The power he exuded just walking back to his high backed seat had your thighs rubbing together to relieve the pressure that was building in your core. He sat down, tilted slightly to the right and resting his whole body on the arm rest, with his knees spread apart and anger in his eyes. He was intimidating, almost emanating a black smoke that subtly alerted people to his foul mood and warned them to steer clear. Your eyes were so fixed onto his, you didn’t notice your partner had walked back through the door with his own lover following moments after, until you watched Secondo’s eyes trained onto him and glowering as he came over and placed a chaste kiss to your temple. As subtly as he wanted, Secondo patted his thigh while making eye contact with you, inviting you to come over to your Papa. And you did just that, making excuses to your partner and walking over to Secondo, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in fear but mostly excitement.

Secondo took hold of your hand once more and placed a kiss to the back of it, chivalrously greeting you and welcoming you back into his presence. He decided against making a speech, believing that in this instance actions speak louder than words, and so he delicately grabbed you by the waist and guided you to sit atop his lap, the backs of your knees hooked over the armrest he was leaning on before. Now his hand rested on your thigh, and his thumb was stroking the sequined material there while his eyes gazed up at you. He sat up, stretching his back all the way up so his lips could reach your neck and attached them to your most sensitive spot. He chuckled when your eyes fluttered closed and a breathy moan escaped you. “Straddle me.” He ordered, loud enough for only you to hear.

You obeyed, hiking your outfit to it’s most comfortable position and allowing you to sit comfortably on his lap. People had begun to take notice now, but conversations were still being had. He cupped your face and pulled you down for a kiss, wasting absolutely no time in making it as filthy as he possibly could. Never had Secondo been so brazen as take a Clergy member’s wife into his lap and treat her like a common whore in front of the whole Clergy. The thought alone excited him more than he could possibly say.

His gloved hands came down your hips and grasped onto your ass cheeks, pulling your body closer to him and giving them a rough squeeze. Into his mouth, you moaned, loud enough now for more to start taking notice and conversations to begin dwindling. You barely heard the hushed whispers of people discussing how scandalous it was. But the whispers didn’t stop Secondo from taking one of his hands to his lips and spitting on it. Nor was he deterred from pulling your clothes to give him better access to your core. The only face and voice he was focussed on was yours as his middle finger made contact with your now sensitive clit. The only reaction he gave was when he watched your mouth hang open with the pleasure from the leather. Your face alone was almost enough to make him cum in his robes, but he did everything he could to make sure that the only place he’d cum tonight was inside you.

When you had gotten used to the feeling of his finger on your clit, he once again spat on his finger and used that one to breach your walls, tapping up just as you liked and making you let out a much louder moan. Whoever’s attention you didn’t get, you had now. Your hips began to move on their own in a grinding motion so you could wriggle his fingers deeper into your desperate hole. When he added a second finger, your loud moan was coupled by your back arching and your head falling backwards, allowing you to open your eyes briefly to see the entire Clergy staring back at you. Most had amused faces or disappointed looks, but your eyes flickered over to your partner to witness the look of sheer fury on his beet-red face. There was his spouse, in the lap of Papa Emeritus II, getting her pussy pleasured by him in front of the whole Ministry. You felt your nipples growing hard beneath your clothes at the thought of his embarrassment, and just how much he wanted to stop this but had no authority or power. No one did. Secondo was head of the Satanic church now - he could do what he liked. Which is how you’d both been allowed to go on for as long as you had.

“Papa!” You screamed as he hit a particularly great spot inside of you.

Secondo chuckled. “There?”

“There!”

“Cum for everyone here, principessa. Show them how pretty you look when you cum on Papa’s fingers.”

And oh boy, did you. Secondo’s fingers were playing you like an instrument he’d been playing for years. It was like he knew every single one of your quirks and desires and used them against you while he touched you. The combined eyes of the upper-Clergy and your irate partner’s expression caused you to tip quickly over the edge and cry out as you did so, toes curling and eyes shutting.

Once you’d come down, Secondo guided you to the table where he gently sat you upon it, situating himself in between your open, yet tired, legs. Secondo’s voice sounded again, “Ripple!” He called.

One of his Ghouls came forth instantly and waited for his master’s instructions. “Yes, Papa?”

Secondo’s eyes moved towards your partner and he grinned slightly. “Make sure all the paperwork for Mx. ______’s divorce is prepared. I want her free from that cheating scumbag as quickly as possible.”

“Of course, Papa. Right away.”

Ripple turned and made his exit, and when you watched him go, your eyes locked onto a particular Cardinal whose sinful smirk had caught your attention: Cardinal Terzo Emeritus. He stood, clearly not comfortable seeing what was about to come next, but he shot you a casual salute before picking up his glass of wine and pulling his own squeeze for the night, and his personal Ghoul with him as he walked away. Of course Terzo appreciated this display, it was probably something he’d do himself if he was given the opportunity. Rumours of his own infamous orgies spread like wildfire after every single one - this would normally be right up his alley.

Secondo, still looking at your partner and once your cunt was exposed to Secondo and only him, proceeded to press himself inside you. This animalistic display of dominance was almost too much for you - you were about to go feral over Secondo and the way he was silently daring your partner to do something as you were willingly defiled in front of everyone. The gasps other people made as Secondo was sinking himself into you set your body on fire, and you fell backwards onto the table allowing Papa to see you entirely.

“Are you ready, principessa?” Secondo asked looking down at you.

“Yes! Please fuck me, Papa!”

He gripped onto your soft waist for leverage as he started his movements, snapping in and out of you over and over again and making you scream with each hit. You were, perhaps, going a little overboard with some of the noises you made, but the majority of them were completely involuntary. Secondo’s cock was the best you’d had, and his attention to your body made him an expert in you. He knew you liked it rougher, filthier than most of his previous partners. And now he could add exhibitionism to the list. The way you clenched around him every time you locked eyes with someone new made his own grunts and groans appear.

“Does that feel good, principessa?” Secondo asked, his eyes locked onto your body as it jiggled with the force of his thrusts. “Do you like the Clergy watching your Papa fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like watching the Clergy touch themselves while your Papa fucks you?”

“Oh fuck!”

Secondo wasn’t lying, there were numerous Cardinals and Archbishops present, rubbing their very obviously hard cocks over their robes as they watched Secondo bury himself deep inside you over and over again. And fuck did it turn you on to see that. Quite a few people had left for reasons you couldn’t ascertain, meaning the people that were left either wanted to remember this whole scene for later, or enjoy it while it was still live. You had noticed that the remainder of Papa’s Ghouls were ushering people out as well, no doubt to give you as much privacy as possible under the strange circumstances.

Your cunt tightened, however, when you locked eyes with your partner once more, laughing deliriously at the look on his face. He couldn’t look away from you whoring yourself out to Papa - like this! While you still looked at him, you let out a loud, obnoxious moan, and set your hands to work. One pinched your nipple and played with it while it was still under the fabric of your outfit, the other moved down to your clitoris and rubbed it matching Secondo’s pace. This earned you an appreciative grunt from him.

While your eyes were still locked onto your partner’s, Secondo spoke again. “Tell me, whose cock is better? Mine or his?”

“Satan! Your c-cock is so much better, Papa!”

“Why, principessa?”

“You’re b-bigger! And you reach deep inside of me. Oh fuck! Papa, you feel so good! You always touch me in places he can’t reach!”

“Poor baby. Did he always leave you unsatisfied?”

“Yes!”

“Could he make you cum?”

“No! E-every time he fucked me I was disappointed!”

“How many times have I had you, principessa?” When you couldn’t answer, Secondo grew impatient. He landed a particularly hard thrust against your cervix that had you screaming. “How many times?”

“Four!”

“How many times have you cum around my cock?”

“Fuck, Papa! I don’t remember.”

“Try harder for me. How many?”

“Maybe - fuck, Papa! T-ten times? Papa, you’re gonna split me in half!”

“Where did we fuck the first time, principessa?”

“On his desk! I’m so close, Papa, please!”

“You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Papa!”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Papa! I belong to only you now. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum for me. Show him what he’s been missing out on all this time. Remind him how much of a waste of space he is.”

With one final flick of your wrist, you came undone on Secondo’s cock, your body tensing and locking as you rose off the table. Your breath escaped you and your eyes widened. You couldn’t breathe or see. All you could do was feel. Feel your fingers still working at your clit while Papa continued to ride you in front of the Clergy members that were left behind. He was still going as you came down from your second orgasm. His gloved fingers wrapped around your hands and brought yours to his lips. His tongue flicked out as he took each individual finger into his mouth, sucking off your cum from them and moaning as he did.

“Papa!” You called up to him weakly. “I want you to cum deep in my cunt!”

He took your fingers out of his mouth and grunted in agreement. “You want Papa’s cum?”

“Yes! I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me full of your cum and show everyone who I belong to. Remind everyone I’m yours.”

“Knock you up,” he grunted, “do what your failure of a spouse couldn’t.”

“Please, Papa! Cum inside me!”

“Be a good girl for Papa and take it all, won’t you?”

“Yes, Papa!”

“Take it, principessa. Take every fucking drop.”

And with that, it was Papa’s turn to topple over the edge. He stilled inside you and let out a gutteral groan, releasing his seed and filling you just as you asked him to. You’d won. Your partner was completely humiliated, but the cruel beast inside you wanted to take it one extra step. Once Secondo had pulled himself out of you, you sat up and swivelled round on the table, resting your back against him. Papa took this opportunity to kiss your neck and move up to bite your ear, hanging over you protectively and dominant just to further stake his claim to you. You spread your legs once more, and showed your partner exactly what had just transpired. You shot him a smug look as you spread your cunt apart and Secondo’s cum began to drip out of you and onto the table. All of the orgasms Secondo had given you were exquisite, but watching your partner walk out of the dining hall a smaller person than before came as a close second.

Just before he left, Secondo shot him a middle finger that only you were really paying attention to, and it made you giggle. It made Secondo giggle, too. This whole ordeal had been about revenge but it also brought you closer to Secondo - and right now, even though you were still in front of a few people, the whole moment felt very intimate and private. That was when you realised you were falling for him.

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sageistrii · 2 months

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Can you please help me with understanding some points?

Today I saw a viminer that was clearly a Jimin anti and I’m so pissed that people claim to stan him just for a clout or because they believe in certain narrative that they have made up by themselves.

Their behaviour is truly hypocritical - she said Jimin has always been careful about lgbt community and v has been always loud about it - “Taehyung gifted Jimin “woman” clothes, so he started accepting himself”. But she never mentions that Jimin called out V for saying that man shouldn’t check selfies, called out members saying that he didnt get why they are so upset about wearing dresses.

But when in one ask someone said that V was being controversial about lgbt - “he called out Jimin for liking man, laughing at his attitude to Jungkook” that girl defended him🤡 like V has always been supportive more than Jimin

Tell me am I right or wrong? Do we have a masterpost about Jimin supporting lgbt or should we make one?

Ok I get this, and it's not like we can ever expect these people to paint him in a good light. The funny thing about how stans use idols or celebs in general talking about or engaging with queer media as proof that they're queer is funny because when you look at someone who's obsessed with queer media or at least wants us to think that they are, it's the straightest person ever. Enjoying a certain type of media doesn't mean you're part of that community, most times queer people engage with and consume straight media more, it doesn't make them less queer.

And I don't understand why we have to prove that Jimin supports LGBTQ.. is he getting an award for his support or does his support cause any significant change in the community?

Also if you ask the average kpop Stan who isn't an army that can't stand the idea of Tae with a woman so they try to convince themselves he's gay because he posted about a wong Kai war movie, to list 10 idols they think could be queer or idols who have helped to break gender stereotypes, Jimin will be the only BTS member on that list.

It reminds me of how armys diagnosed jk as autistic and call him "babygirl" when he would never be the first Idol anyone would think of when they hear the term "babygirl", also how years ago armys and Taehyung stans swore Tae was "unique" because he acted "weird". Everyone wants their fave to be "not like the others", stans and their neverending quest to prove that idols are queer or autistic because they think it makes them unique or because they want to see themselves so bad in the idol even if that idol is anything but.

I think we are past the era when we think someone is gay because they post about gay media. Most BL fans are literally straight women. I'm attracted to women and I consume more straight and mlm media than wlw, it doesn't change my sexuality.

A lot of people think Jimin is queer for reasons that are deeper than these.

Until a few years ago when certain BTS members discovered what the fans wanted to see and what was accepted by their international fanbase, they would literally say the most insensitive things to Jimin about his masculinity, Tae included. That man discovered that fans eat these things up and he's not looked back ever since.

Like I'm not accusing anyone of anything but I just don't think Tae is as close as he is with those wooga squad men and then he's actually queer, or that he could even push anyone to self acceptance. That's like the ultimate "bro club", they are misogynistic and I've heard homophobic too (although I don't know how true that is, I think people just say they are because they give that vibe and I get it). If he's actually queer and oh so forward thinking then being friends with people like that isn't a sign of self acceptance at all in my opinion or maybe wooga squad members are good people in private lol.

I don't think anyone should be making a post to prove that Jimin supports the queer community because he's the last idol that needs that defense.

Jimin has been subjected to homophobi* and transphobi* for years because he's always been himself but of course Tae is more progressive simply because he watched a gay Netflix movie and posted about it on Instagram 😭

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girl8890 · 2 years

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R Town | Ch.1

Jimin x Taehyung

6.0k

POV: Jimin

Warnings: Virgin!jimin, Rich!taehyung, Small town!au, Homelessness, Loss of virginity, Anal sex, Rough sex, Prostitution, Neglectful parents (mentioned), Mental health struggles, Death of a friend.

Index | Ch. 2

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R Town.

A stupid name, for a stupid town. But this stupid town, once upon a town, became my safe haven.

In all actuality, it always was my safe haven. I just didn't realize it until I moved here on my own. Wanting to get away from it all. Wanting to leave the past behind, stop the constant comparisons of my life to others, and start over.

That's how it started out, at least.

When I first moved here, a couple of months ago, I felt set for life. I lived for free in the doctor's office spare bedroom. I was being fed, clothed, and sheltered by the kind man who owned the clinic. He never asked anything of me, and the only thing I asked of him was the ability to survive.

He saw a depressed, lonely kid like me and took me in without any hesitation. He compared me to his son a lot. Saying I was sassy, but had a good heart when it counted. I was okay with this type of comparison at first, since he seemed to love his son. Now, I'm not sure how he made this type of comparison, especially now knowing his only son. That man isn't good-hearted at all. The complete opposite actually.

The doctor's son's name is Liam. A spiteful, money-hungry, ungrateful guy that only saw the positives in life when it came to making money.

I'm not surprised, completely at least. Everyone in this town craves to gain. Whether it's from money, power, or dreams that they never got the chance to chase after because they were born in a town like this.

The doctor's name was Larry. Was.

I feel the tears run down my cheeks as I hear that word echo in my head. His name was. Not is.

He died five days ago. I was the one who found him. On the cold ground, alone, and with his hand clutching his chest. A heart attack the coroner ruled it. Hell, I would have a heart attack too if I was the only doctor for a terrible and small town like this. Widowed for over a decade and the only proof of that marriage being great was an ungrateful son that only came to visit once a year for his mother's death anniversary.

I know what your thinking. Maybe their relationship wasn't that great, or what if the death of his mother really hurt and he didn't want to return to the town he grew up in. But that wasn't the truth at all. After his father put him through medical school, paying every bill that came from that school, by the way, Liam didn't even say thank you. He just left his father. Alone, and hurting from the loss of his wife and now the loss of his son from his life.

And now with Liam's loss of his father too, the first thing the guy does when finding out the news: is kick me out. Claiming his inherited property and not giving a shit about the memory of his father there.

I see the yellow tape, and clear plastic wrap around the place every day. He's changing everything his father built. And better yet, sold it to the town's wealthiest man- Taehyung Kim. Also known as the nastiest and cruelest man to live ever in this town.

Both Taehyung and Liam are changing every little thing about the place. Keeping it a doctors office, since it was the town's only nearby clinic, but getting rid of every memory. From the blue rooftop that Larry told me he and his wife put in themselves, to the ruined carpet in what was my room from spilling hot chocolate on it. He gave it to me the night he took me in.

That night was similar to the one right now. Raining, and cold, and me feeling completely alone. But unlike last time, I don't have a savior. I don't have a kind old man that's willing to take in a runaway like me. No one in this town would do that to an "outsider."

That's what they call me, the outside. Even though I've been living here for half a year, I'm an outside because I'm the most recent person that moved into this town. And I'm most likely the only person that's going to move here for the next decade. Forever claimed the unloved outsider.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and curse this town. All the power-hungry, dick bags that live in it. I stand from my place on the ground. I was crouched, leaning against the Jeon game store, staring at the wrapped-up doctor's office that was once owned by my friend, for what felt like hours.

This is what I've been doing every day and night for the last five days. During the day I'll pray some kids will "drop" some cash for me to play games. I play until Jungkook, the store owner, kicks me out for not having any more cash, and then I sit here, hoping for someone to take pity on me again.

The person who ends up taking pity on me though, I'll learn to regret accepting tomorrow.

I begin to walk around the Jeon game store building, to my sleeping spot I made in between two trash cans when I stop in my tracks when the gaming store's front door flies open.

"Get the fuck out of here Taehyung! Your not wanted here," Jungkook yells from his spot near the door.

"Come on, Jungkook," Taehyung says with his usual millionaire smile. "Your the last building in town I don't own. Wouldn't you want to collect the money I'm offering you, and start over somewhere else? Who knows, maybe you'll find the gamer nerd girl of your dreams."

I see Jungkook's face turn beat red. Not because of Taehyung's comment on "the gamer girl of his dreams," but because this isn't the first time Taehyung has wanted or propositioned to buy his game store. In fact, I've heard this argument between the two business owners hundreds of times now. Taehyung just won't take no for an answer.

"I'm warning you Taehyung-"

"Relax, friend," Taehyung Interrupts. "We're both business owners here. And I think we are both smart enough to know I-" He steps forward until he's so close to Jungkook's face that their breaths are visibly mingling with the cold temperature. "Always get what I want."

Jungkook's had enough. The intimidation tactic by Taehyung won't work on the gamer. He pushes Taehyung away from him, the businessman only backing up a few feet, but enough for Jungkook to slam the door behind him. Ending their conversation without another word.

Taehyung scoffs at Jungkook's childish way of denying his offer. But can you really blame him? I wouldn't want to sell my lifelong dream to some man that believes having his name on every building of a town makes him the one in charge.

Taehyung looks up at the game store's sign. "Jeons Games," it reads. He squints at the sign, probably curing at it. He then runs his fingers through his now soaked hair from the rain, and turns in my direction. His eyes widen for a second when he notices me, obviously not realizing I was standing there.

It was just then that I realize I'd been eavesdropping the entire time, not even thinking about what sort of repercussions would come from listening in on Taehyung's "business" as I've heard him say a few times while talking to Larry before. I start to turn and follow my once destined route into the ally way.

"Hey stop!"

I pick up my speed, hoping Taehyung would just leave me alone after going down a dark ally. But he doesn't. I'm about two feet away from my usual sleeping spot when I feel a hand grab my shoulder. I'm turned completely around, and gasp when I see Taehyung has followed me into the ally.

I didn't think Taehyung would do such a thing. He's dripping in wealth with his expensive suit and shoes. So going into a dark ally is usually the last thing people like him would want to do.

"Are you deaf? I said stop."

I feel my anger bubble within me. I don't like being told what to do, especially by power-hungry rich boys like Taehyung.

"I heard you. I just didn't respond." Taehyung's eyebrows shoot up, clearly not thinking I would respond to him so cruelly.

"Wow. You got a mouth on you kid." I see Taehyung's lips switch up in a smile. Why? I'm not really sure. "I was just going to ask what you were doing. Your names Jimin, right?"

I squint at the wealthy man. Clearly suspicious of why a guy like him would ever want to talk to a guy like me, but I nod nonetheless. "I saw you crouching outside the game store before I even went in. That was an hour ago. Do you got nothing better to do then to sulk about the old man's death?"

My anger was bubbling before, but now it has just overflowed. No one, and I mean no one, but I understood how kind and special that man was. And for this rich bitch to shit on that "old man" as he called him, when he knew nothing about him, made my blood boil.

"Listen here you - you money whore."

I jab a finger into Taehyung's chest, and he fucking smiles. Fuck him and fuck this!

I continue, loudly, "That old man was the kindest guy in this entire stupid town. And you bought his office and decided to reconstruct it without even thinking about the memories that place had! It was the only place I fucking had. The only decent memories I have was with that 'old man' were inside that office. So you can shove the money you got from the place right up your ass!"

Taehyung starts to laugh at my last comment. I falter at his weird reaction to my insults. Not understanding what was funny about anything I just said.

"I prefer to give, not receive. But I'll take your insults in shorts." I feel my face heat up at what Taehyung was implying. My embarrassment gets the best of me, and I look away from Taehyung altogether. This must of just fired Taehyung up, because now he has the audacity to say, "You're a virgin, ain't you?"

I don't answer or look at him. I just continue looking wide-eyed at my beaten-up blue shoes. Hoping he'll leave the question alone, and this conversation entirely.

Why the fuck won't he just leave me alone?

"Mhmm. Touchy subject, outsider?"

"Don't call me that," I rush out.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Listen, your homeless right?" This time I look up at him. It wasn't exactly a secret. Everyone in town knew I was some sort of runaway. I moved into this town with only the clothes on my back, so after the old man died and I was kicked out, there was only so much that could happen to me in the end.

"I'm going to take your silence as a yes. What if-" Taehyung inches closer to me, his Gucci or some sort of expensive brand cologne wafting in my face. "I had a proposition for you."

I raise an eyebrow at his words. What would Taehyung want from a homeless runaway like me? I have no property to sell. The most money I got is two dollars, and even if I had money before today the only type of interaction I got from Taehyung in the past was judgmental stares. Yup, doesn't make sense.

"What kind of 'proposition'?" I ask. Taehyung steps away from me, puts his finger against his lips, and starts scanning his eyes up and down my frame. Making my skin crawl underneath his heated gaze. It's then I realize what he meant by "proposition."

I was about to scream out a big fat screech of a HELL NO... until Taehyung said a number.

"A thousand dollars." My eyes go wide. "A thousand dollars to be mine for the night. If you end up coming back for more well-" he smiles with shiny white teeth "-the pricing can be altered."

I fucking falter. I actually fucking falter at this proposition. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think I would be contemplating a yes or no answer to this question. But I'm broke, homeless, and don't have money for food. The last time I ate was a half-eaten muffin I stole from the bakery down the streets garbage. That was two days ago.

I look away from Taehyung, actually thinking this through. One thing for sure, even if I do say yes, I would never come back for a second go-around with him. But that's not the issue... Do I really want to sell my virginity off for money? And not to just some stranger, but to a man that's taken over this town with nothing, but his money and conniving tongue. No - I shouldn't. But I need food and-

I hear a finger snap in my face, and it's Taehyung snapping to get my attention. I don't know if he said anything, but I don't care anyway. My answer should be no. My answer-

"How about 1,500?"

What. The. Fuck. What the actual fuck! I'm sweating bullets now, but luckily the rain is hiding this embarrassing reaction I am having from hearing these numbers out loud.

"1,500 to be mine for the night. I won't tell a soul, and I could give a shit less if you tell anyone in town. Most people in this town are either fucking people for money, or spending money to get fucked anyway."

I don't know why I said it, but the first thing that came to mind after he explained this town's horniness was, "I'm not a whore."

Taehyung smiles again. He kinda looks, relieved? But then again he did just confront me on being a virgin, so I very much doubt that. "What will it be, Jimin?"

Taehyung steps forward, and I step back until my body hits the brick wall of the game store. Taehyung cages me with his arm above my head, looking down at me. My body's reaction is to shake uncontrollably. I try to tell it to stop fucking moving but to no avail. Taehyung is so close to me that if he were to move ever so slightly our noses would touch.

"Will you be mine tonight?" His voice is now dripping with lust. Five seconds ago his voice was all business. Even talking about the opportunity to prostitute myself to him, he was sounding like it was a business opportunity instead of a body buying opportunity. Now... his voice is hitting places I don't want it to hit. Making my face red, and blood no longer boil but instead traveling to places I don't want it to.

And I hate myself for it. And I hate myself even more for my next words too.

"Yes."

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The Taehyung mansion. Truthfully, I avoided this place like the plague. It just reminded me of a time when I lived in a similar place, and had a similar life to Taehyung. A life I ran away from and don't plan to look back on.

That's right. Me, Park Jimin, used to be a rich bitch just like Taehyung. But I gave that all away. I was done with being bribed by my parents to pretend to be someone I wasn't, and I was done with being controlled by my parents and their money. I didn't want handouts of money from others to be my life.

Ironic, isn't it?

Now I'm at the Taehyung mansion to let the owner do whatever he wants to me for money. How did my life lead to this? To be rushed in through the too big to be real doors of the mansion by a power-hungry owner. To then being rushed into an office without much time to look around. But I didn't need to look around much, I can tell Taehyung is the only one that lives here and the only people that go in and out of this place are businessmen and servants.

Fuck, what am I doing here?

When the office doors get shut behind me, Taehyung lets go of my hand that's he's been holding to drag me through his home. When he first grabbed my hand, after stepping out of his luxury car, I cringed at how warm it was. I wanted his hand to feel disgusting, and to feel like hands coming from Satan himself. But that's not how they felt. They felt warm, and safe. Everything they really weren't.

As Taehyung steps around me, he smirks in my direction before he directs himself to the liquor cabinet he has near his desk. I swallow the lump in my throat, and try my best to stop the full-body tremble I'm having right now.

Just think about the money, Jimin. Your only here for the money. And once you get that money, you can leave here and forget this ever happened.

But even as I tell myself that, and try to breathe, rather heavily mind you, It's not calming me down at all.

I hear Taehyung put ice into a glass, and then I hear the pouring of some type of alcohol. All I see is his back right now, so I wouldn't know what it was. It wasn't until Taehyung raised the bottle above his head that I saw what it was. Whiskey - most likely an expensive brand too.

Taehyung shakes the bottle over his head. "Do you want a glass?"

I swallow and blink a few times. Hoping I don't stutter my following words. "I'm fine. Thank you."

Taehyung turns around then, setting the bottle down on the glass table he poured the contents of his drink at. He swirls the drink in his hand like some mob boss instead of a businessman, then raises an eyebrow at me. "You sure you don't want to rethink that?"

I scrunch my eyebrows together, clearly confused by what he's implying. And I guess he loved my reaction because then he smiles. He downs his drink in one gulp, sets the glass down, then walks straight over to me. The second I start to back up, he stops in his tracks.

"The liquor could loosen you up. You seem..." He scans my body up and down, sending chills down my arms and neck, thinking of his next words carefully. "Tense."

It's a statement, not a question. And it's a true statement.

"How can I not be?" I hear myself say before I realize it. Taehyung gets closer to me again, but this time I don't retreat. I can't be playing cat and mouse with him right now by stepping away. I have a job to do after all if I can even call it that.

Taehyung lifts his hand, and I flinch when it gets in my eyes view. He pauses, his hand inches from touching my face.

I watch as his hand slowly grazes my jaw with the tips of his fingers. Following the crease of my jaw bone to my chin. I watch Taehyung bite his lip, eyes staring right at my mouth, and I clench my fists beside me. Not knowing if my body wants to punch him or touch him in return. Hating myself for the confusion.

I know Taehyung is attractive. If he had a better personality and wasn't so obsessed with land and power, I could see myself loving this experience with him. But that's not how he is. And I hate that my body is not hating his touches or getting the memo of who he is.

He slowly moves his fingers from my chin up until his thumb reaches my bottom lip. His warm fingers making my lips want to kiss the soft surface, but I refrain as much as I can. Rejecting my body's nasty wants.

Taehyung gently pulls my bottom lip, a soft sound coming from my dry lips detaching themselves. "Has anyone ever told you, you got a real fuckable mouth?"

If my face wasn't red before, it definitely is now. The embarrassment from his words overtook my sexual drive for a moment.

I say, "Has anyone ever told you, your a real pervert?"

Taehyung snorts, then he takes his hand away from my mouth. My lips now missing the feeling of his skin against them. I shake my head, wanting to go back to before Taehyung's smell and touch was ever a part of my senses.

"Alright... Straight to business then."

Before I had any time to react, I was getting pulled by my arm to the other side of his desk. Taehyung kicks his chair away, and my front hip bones are then being pressed against the hardwood. I hiss and make a 'Ack' noise when he grabs my hair. Pulling my head back against his shoulder. His tongue runs a strip up my neck all the way to my ear. I feel his teeth bite my lobe, and I start to shake uncontrollably.

I can now feel the entire outline of Taehyung's body behind me, and I especially feel his hard dick pressing against the back of my ass. I'm now feeling a great deal of fear about all this. Before I did feel some fear, who doesn't have some nerves when knowing they're about to get fucked for the first time? But now, feeling him from behind me, I have to close my eyes and pretend it's not there. To pretend his very big dick isn't about to fuck me somewhere that's barely even been explored by myself.

My fear must have been clear on my face, because I feel Taehyung's hand in my hair lighten up a little. His teeth let go of my ear, and he whispers softly in my ear, "You are a virgin."

Again, he didn't ask. He stated, and his statement was true. 10 points to Taehyung for realizing the obvious!

I shut my eyes and say, "Y-yes." Not caring enough for the stutter and instead hoping my answer will make him be more gentle towards me. I already can tell Taehyung is in no way a gentle lover, who wants to care for you and make you enjoy this experience as much as he is going to.

This isn't a movie. He wants to fuck, and he will fuck whoever that's willing and on top of that doesn't care if you feel the same pleasure as him.

Taehyung sighs next to my ear, and I feel him lightly kiss my neck. Making me swallow in return. He lets go of my hair, instead grabbing onto the nape of my neck more gently than he did my hair. "Then I guess it's good for you to know: I've never had someone leave my bed... unsatisfied."

It doesn't help. It doesn't help at all because I think he's a fucking lier! His next words just prove me further, "Take off your clothes."

I clench my eyes shut, and breath in all the air I can muster. Starting with the buttons on my shirt, I slowly comply with his command. It felt like hours until I got all of my clothing off. I felt Taehyung's eyes from behind me watch everything I do. I don't look at him once. Looking at him now would make this to real. Knowing he's the first person besides myself to see me this vulnerable, would just push my embarrassment off the scales.

I feel his bodies outline against my back again. If his cock wasn't hard before, it's definitely hard now. Pushing right against me with the only barrier between us being his black slacks. His hand returns to grabbing the back of my neck, and I feel him slowly push my head down- bending me over the desk.

I feel a stray tear run across my cheek, and before I can wipe it myself, Taehyung wipes it for me with his knuckle. "You don't have to cry." Don't I? Don't I have to cry? In fact, why shouldn't I cry? "I'll be good to you."

Fucking lier.

I hear a bottle open from behind me. Not a wine or soda bottle, but a bottle that's similar to the one you use for shampoo. Even though I'm curious about the sound, I don't look at Taehyung. If I look at Taehyung now, I have a feeling I'll want to run out of here before the deed is done and I really need the money.

"Breath Jimin." I'm not sure if Taehyung or I said it to myself. But it's the only advice I can really have in this situation. I turn my head to the side, looking at the weird graphic-looking painting on the wall. Trying to distract myself with the funky colors crossing each other on the canvas.

I hear his fly get undone, and just when I think he's going to start the painful experience I have been predicting, something much smaller touches my hole. This is when I glance behind me and realize Taehyungs fingers are what's touching me.

Just when I'm about to ask what he's doing, I feel his finger slowly enter me. I squeeze my eyes shut, clench every body part I have the ability to, and moan out hurtfully. Taehyung places his other hand on my hip, rubbing the surface of my skin there. "Relax Jimin," Taehyung whispers into the quiet room.

I nod my head, then feel his finger go deeper inside me. It hurts each time a knuckle passes my opening, but I try my best to relax. Although I don't know what he's doing, he did say I'm "his" for the night, so this must be just something he likes.

But then Taehyung explains, "If I were to just stick my dick in you now, then not only would it hurt beyond belief but it would most likely tear up your insides."

With his explanation, I breathe out a sigh of relief and nod my head in understanding. So this isn't for him, this right here is for me. And the process he's doing is slowly becoming less painful as I feel his finger slowly move in and out of me. When it starts not to hurt at all anymore, I glance behind me at Taehyung's face. He looks like he's concentrating on something.

"Taehyung, what are you- fuck!"

"Found it," Taehyung says with clear excitement in his voice. But I can't even concentrate enough to ask what exactly he "found" because whatever part inside me he just touched made my entire body get wrapped in pure euphoria.

Taehyung's finger begins a faster pace, and I'm hating the fact that I want to tell him to move faster. It feels so fucking good!

I'm moaning up a storm, and scratching into the desk by the time Taehyung has entered another finger. That finger hurt a little, but he kept hitting this spot inside me that has my body not caring about pain at all right now.

"Please Taehyung," Did I just say that?

Instead of saying anything, Taehyung's fingers move faster inside me, and I feel his lips kiss down my back. His lips feel like pillows against my skin, and the electric shocks running through my body is rising the growing feeling inside me. I find myself pushing back against his fingers wanting to chase this amazing feeling. Feeling myself about to explode all over the red carpet below me.

But then he pulls his fingers completely out. I let out an embarrassing groan, and my eyes widen for what just happened. I know this wasn't the act itself, but I can't believe his fingers alone made me so close to cumming. My breathing is so heavy now, and I'm so bewildered by what just happened.

I hear him start to laugh behind me, so I turn my head to face him. Not having the energy to move anything else. I see his wide smile, and in my pleasureful state, it looks quite beautiful. Like a smile I would want directed at me all the time. "I told you no one has ever left my bed unsatisfied. Did you think I was a lier, baby?"

At the pet name, I turn away again. Deflecting his question altogether. I hear him laugh again, and once again his body is pressed against mine. But unlike before, there's no barrier between us. Making my entire body freeze.

I feel him align himself at my entrance. If his fingers showed me anything, it's that anything entering me for the first time hurts. I'm not dumb. I knew it would, but how can something like that fit inside of me?

He doesn't move and neither do I. It isn't until I feel his other hand rub against my back that I feel my body start to slightly calm down. "That's it Jimin. Relax and... please forgive me"

Forgive him? His hand moves to the nape of my neck, holding me steady and in his control. I don't understand what he means by forgiving him, until he enters.

With one strong and forceful thrust, he enters me fully. I let out a loud and long, 'Ack' and then the only thing I can hear is white noise. Static filled my senses, and tears filled my eyes. Unlike before, Taehyung isn't gentle. He isn't patient. He fucks and thrusts and enters me over and over again. Fast and rough.

As the white noise clears, the pain doesn't. I hear Taehyung's grunts behind me, and my own rough moans coming out of me. I know for sure Taehyung lives alone now, because of how loud I'm being there's no way anyone in this house doesn't hear me.

The slaps of skin get louder as Taehyung increases his speed. Not letting up on me at all. I see my tears begin to pool on the desk. Making the brown wood look darker in the spots the tears fall on.

My nails are scrapping into the wood. I feel the wood splinter my skin, but it doesn't hurt as much as the rest of me feels.

I try lifting my head, to at least stop the scratching against my cheek, but Taehyung pushes my head back down by my neck. Dominating my entire body with one motion.

Not understanding why, but Taehyung begins to slow at some point. I think he's getting close, since he's moving his body in weird motions, like he's trying to find- oh.

Once again Taehyung finds the one part inside me, the part that made me want to beg him to fuck me before, and hits that part of me over and over again. My back is arching, my moans are no longer pained but euphoric, and the speed of his thrusts are right back to before. Fast, rough, but now instead of pain my entire body is feeling like it's flying.

And I hate it.

I hate that he can so easily go from making me feel the worst pain in the world, to making me feel like all I want is for him to touch me. I'm not sure what's worse: Him fucking me to the point I feel like I'm dying, or him fucking me to the point I'm begging for more.

Out of the two options, currently, I'm god damn begging.

"Yes! God. Fuck. Stop- no. Shit- yes!" I scream as he continues to hit the spot inside me. The hand on my neck tightens, and I feel his other hand holding my hip, squeezing the bone. There's no pain though, instead it intensifies the pleasurable feeling I'm getting.

It rises, and rises, until... I'm done for. I'm cumming on whatever is in front of me and underneath me. My ass clenches around him, my nails scratch at the desk, my eyes squeeze shut, and I'm uncontrollably cumming and moaning for what feels like hours instead of seconds.

Taehyung doesn't let up on me, though. He continues to ride me out until the last drop of my cum is out of me. I'm not sure if he was waiting for this, but right when I stop cumming I feel him grunt behind me and spill himself inside me. Further stretching me with his cum, and I start to feel some of it spill down my leg. Now I'm just realizing he didn't use a condom, but at the moment, I don't care.

How can I care about anything else but- but... him.

Fuck Jimin.

I thought he would pull off of me then, but he doesn't. His still-clothed chest lays against my back, his cock still inside me, and his teeth graze my ear. I feel myself clench around him. The once terrible feeling of his teeth on my ear now feels so pleasurable.

Damn you Taehyung. And damn you for making me feel okay with your next words,

"We're not done yet."

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The next morning, I felt like a truck ran me over. I'm on my stomach, but even my slight movements are making my ass and back feel inflamed. Reminding me instantly of the many, many things we did last night.

I can't even tell you how I ended up in this bed. At one point Taehyung was fucking me on the floor, then against the wall, and then I guess at one point in the bed. I lost count of the number of times I cummed with Taehyung's name on my lips. Feeling really weird about that fact now. Even more weird than knowing I lost my virginity to him.

I physically slap myself when my lips twitch into a smile. Not wanting to be okay with the events that happened yesterday... but I am.

I very slowly turn over in the bed that I assume is Taehyung's. I place my bare feet on the floor, and breath out all the oxygen in my lungs. Keeping my eyes closed because that's my body's reaction to pain now.

When I'm okay enough to open my eyes, a yellow piece of paper gets my attention, and then my jaw drops. Underneath that piece of paper, is a stack of cash. All hundreds.

I pick up the cash in one hand, and the piece of paper in the other. Now just realizing Taehyung is not next to me when I turn to look at the other side of the bed. I count the cash because I can. And smile the biggest smile I've made in a long time.

After counting the cash, all 1,500, I read the yellow note that was on top.

Will discuss payment arrangements next time. I told you, you would leave here satisfied - Taehyung

I know I should be insulted that he assumes I enjoyed it so much that I would whore myself to him again... but I'm actually okay with it. He's not in front of me, and he can't read my thoughts, so I can say I'm okay with this being my "arrangement" with him.

But what annoys me now is him constantly saying he's never had someone leave his bed unsatisfied. Does that mean there are others? Am I not the only other person in this town willing to do this "arrangement" with him?

I gain a twinge of jealousy, but I shut it down right away. This is for the money and money only. But it wouldn't hurt to ask him about it next time.

Next time.

Fuck... this is my life now.

Index | Ch. 2 (SUGA)

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