taenamseok

[taenamseok]

Alright everyone. I've created my new blog and will be using it from here on out. I took down When I'm Bad I'm Better from this blog and decided to use it as the first post on the new blog, so I hope you like it and please follow the new blog. All series I've started will be continued on there.

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m Dezzy. I am not copying someone else’s post with this. I posted this on my other blog but took it down and am now posting it on this one. I hope you enjoy.

Gangster! Reader x Bartender! Taehyung

Word count: 8.2k

Warnings: Switch Reader, Switch Taehyung, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), riding, dirty talk, bondage, overstimulation

Summary: Power is the most important thing in the world. Are you willing to give up a little bit of your power to have fun?

Power.

Most people crave power. People to follow their lead, do as they say, and have control over everything in their lives. At least, that’s what having power should mean. “What the hell do you mean you couldn’t pick up the goods?” You ask, glaring at the shaking men before you. “I-I’m sorry ma'am. We showed the papers and Min said it was wrong. They’re asking for more money.” Lau stutters, shifting nervously on his feet. “More money?” You chuckle, not entirely surprised but dumbfounded Min Yoongi would try to rip you off. Didn’t he learn the last time? “How much more?” “Um, he gave us a note ma'am.” Lau says, avoiding eye contact as he hands you a piece of paper. You lean back in your plush chair as you unfold the note.

Money’s a bit tight. 30k or no deal.

“Thirty Thousand? Is he fucking serious?” You shout, slamming the letter on your desk, the men crowding your office jumping in fright. You stand, holding your hands behind your back. “He must’ve found out how big this hit is.” You sigh, looking down at the ocean. Your house was built on a cliff, the ocean just off the edge and your own private beach below. You were a billionaire, it was all dirty money though. Your father had run a pretty successful group, and when he was killed, you took over, against your mother’s wishes. You were the only child, and she didn’t want you to end up like your father, but you did it anyway. It took a while for you to earn the trust of everyone in the group, and since you took over, you’ve expanded, making it even more successful. Everyone looked up to you, not making decisions without consulting you first, trusting you with their lives.

“Bring the car around. I’ll go talk to to Min myself. Koh, Pang, come with me.” You order. Koh Minyong and Pang Jihyung have been around since your father. They were his right hand men, his most trusted followers. You grew up with them, and they were like your uncles. They nodded, and you grabbed your coat before heading out. As you take your seat in the back of the car your phone rings. You roll your eyes, finding talking on the phone tedious. Texting is easier, but most of your clients prefer calling. “Hello?” You answer, putting on your kind work voice. “Miss Y/L/N. I was just calling to see how things are going. Is everything still on schedule?” Kim Namjoon, your latest client asks. Your group had a lot of different businesses. Drugs, gambling, about anything you can think of. In your group, you also had a band of hitmen. You never got your own hands dirty, so you had people for everything and you just stuck to dealing with the clients.

“Yes, hello Mr. Kim. Everything is pretty much on schedule, just a minor setback with our arms dealer. Nothing to worry about though, I’m on my way to take care of things myself. We’re still set for tonight.” You respond. “Miss Y/L/N, I trust you to resolve this immediately.” He says coldly. “I have it handled, Mr. Kim. No need to worry.” You assure him. “Alright. I trust you. See you later, Miss Y/L/N.” He hangs up. A sigh leaves your lips as you put your phone away. That’s right. Tonight, during the hit, Namjoon had insisted you be with him. He was a successful club owner, he owned most of the clubs in the city. However, he got into a bit of trouble with a loneshark, one that happened to cross paths with you a while back, and you weren’t on good terms. You were more than happy to assure Namjoon that Mr. Chow would be taken care of.

The hit was tonight around midnight, and Chow was always surrounded by his trusty gang of guards. It was a tough job, but it was nothing your guys couldn’t handle. You just needed the tools to get the job done. That’s where Min Yoongi came in. You’ve known him for years, and sadly, he was one of your closest associates. You’ve done a lot of business with him, and he’s your #1 arms dealer. However, he’s greedy, and changes things last minute sometimes due to his extravagant spending. This isn’t the first time he’s switched on you, but you figured after last time he would’ve learned not to do that, and remembered every time he saw the scar in the mirror.

The car pulls up to the warehouse, and Koh opens the door for you, holding your hand as you step out. The two men take place by your side as you strut towards the warehouse, your heels clicking on the pavement. The doors open for you, they must have been expecting you. You nod to the men, deciding to be cordial for now. No one bothers leading you to the office upstairs, you being here so much you know the way. Your knuckles tap on the door, a deep voice inviting you in. You open the door, the familiar face smirking up at you. “Y/N. What a pleasure to have your fine ass in my office again.” Yoongi says, standing up. You smile at him, swaying your hips as you walk to take a seat, completely avoiding his open arms. “Hm, a little frigid today, huh?” He chuckles, sitting back down in his chair. “I got your letter, Yoongi.” You say, leaning forward to play with the Newton’s cradle that’s on his desk. “I figured you would. So, what do you say?” He smirks. You look up at him, your dark gaze making him shift slightly in his seat.

You lean forward, his gaze fixed on your cleavage until you touch his cheek, your finger tracing over the scar. “Yoongs, didn’t you learn last time?” You pout. He smirks, looking you in the eyes. “I dunno, what are you gonna do? Punish me, Mommy?” He chuckles. You tilt your head with a smirk before pulling your hand back, your hand stinging as it connects with his cheek. He grunts, and as he rubs his cheek you circle his desk, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall behind him. “How many times do we have to do this, Yoongs?” You ask as he gasps for air. “You know I don’t really like to do this, but you’re messing with my business, man.” You sigh. His face turns purple as he claws at your arms, and you smirk. “Now, are you ready to make a new deal?” A gurgle echoes from his throat, his head moving softly, and you let go of him. He doubles over, catching his breath as you sit down. His wobbly legs move so he can sit down in his own chair, shaking his head. “Do you have a choking kink or something?” He chuckles when he’s calmed down. “That’s like the third time you’ve choked me. I think I’m starting to like it now.”

“Can we just get to the deal now?” You roll your eyes. “Fine, fine. Twenty nine thousand.” He sighs. “Bullshit. Fifteen. That was our deal.” You spit. He sighs, rolling his eyes. “I told you, I’m not gonna do that. If you want it to be fifteen, make it worth my while.” He smirks. Worth his while? “What the hell do you mean?” He looks you up and down for a moment, smiling when he finally has an idea. “Sixteen, and a kiss.” A kiss? Is he fucking joking? All you can do is laugh, his eyebrow cocking at you. “A kiss? Are you insane?” You scoff. “Only two deals I’m taking. Sixteen and a kiss or thirty. Which one?” He asks, shrugging. You can’t believe how childish he’s being right now. There are a few options. One, you threaten him again to hopefully just give you the original deal. That’s not going to work. Two, you pay him the 30k and loose a bunch of money. Or three, you give him 16k and a quick kiss and go on with your life. You decide, not speaking as you round his desk again. You grab his shirt, pulling him to stand as your tightly shut lips land on his. After a second you drop him back into his seat, going to the backpack Pang always carries on him, taking your 16k out of it and tossing it on the desk. “Are we good now?” You ask, crossing your arms. Yoongi sits there, eyes blown open in shock. “That was a shit kiss.” He pouts, leaning back in his chair. “Trust me, you’re never gonna get the real thing.” You scoff, much to his dismay. “Maybe someday. You’re fine to go. It’s all downstairs in the dufflebags.” He mumbles, waving you off.

With all the goods tucked safely into the trunk you head back home, thankful to be out of there. You look at the time, and you’re about an hour behind schedule. Great. You’ll have to do only a quick briefing with your men before you all head out. You’re supposed to be at Namjoon’s club at 11 and the hit is at 12:30. It’s 8 now so you can go home and get ready and give your guys a quick rundown before you leave. You sigh, resting your head back against the seat. “You okay, Miss?” Koh asks. “Yeah, I’m always okay. You know me. Nothing gets to me.” You reply. “Just like your father would say.” Pang chuckles, and you smile. Everyone knew your dad as a hardass. No one pushed him around and he always got what he wanted. The only two people he let push him around were you and your mother. When he was with you both you were his whole world. He pushed everything else in his life away and took care of you both. You smile at the fond memories of sitting in his lap as you opened Christmas presents, your mother, Pang, and Koh standing to the side, watching with smiles on their faces as you got everything you wanted. “He was a good man.” You nod. “He was, and you’re a lot like him.” Pang smiles. You look at the men, smiling. “We’re proud of you, Y/N. We know your father would be too.” Koh pats your shoulder tenderly. This is the most emotion you’ve felt in a while. After your father passed, the two of them stepped up, filling that fatherly role and showing you everything they knew about how your father ran the business. You felt safe with them, and you were glad they were going to be with you at the club tonight.

You finally got home and immediately went up to your room to start getting ready while Koh and Pang bring the dufflebags to the weapons room. You take a warm shower, washing off the grossness you feel from kissing Yoongi. It’s not that he was gross, he was just your friend, and the biggest asshole you’ve ever met. You take some time to clear your mind and focus on your job tonight. You had to focus on the hit and being Namjoon’s alibi in case anyone decides to poke their nose in his direction. All clean and refreshed, you stand in your walk in closet, deciding on what to wear. A little black number catches your eye, and you pull it off the hanger, modeling it in your mirror. This should be good. You hang it back up while you finish getting ready, doing your makeup and hair before getting dressed, a simple black silk bra and panty set under the sexy black dress. After sliding your heels on you take one last look in the mirror, content with your appearance, before heading down to the conference room.

All eyes are on you as you enter the office, Koh and Pang already standing up front, having gathered everyone for the briefing. “Hello everyone.” You say, a stoic expression on your face as you look around the room. A mumbled hello from everyone echoes off the white walls as Koh hands you a folder, filled with information for the hit. You flip through it, taking a quick glance at the clock hanging up on the wall. 10:17. “Alright, the target, Chow Seyoung. Due to recon analysis, he’ll be home at midnight, and his guards will be scattered throughout the house. The main objective is kill Chow, but you need to be silent. Luckily his house seems to be fairly secluded so that’s a plus, if a scream or two gets out, not a big deal.” Everyone nods, and you’re about to continue until Pang leans in to whisper in your ear. “Miss, we need to leave.” You nod in response, closing the notebook. “I trust you all to complete the job. You’ve all done the investigating, please talk to make sure you’re all on the same page beforehand. Communication is key. Good luck.” You say, and they all bid you goodbye before you head out, getting in the car once more.

As your car pulls up to the club you see the line of people waiting to get in, and you’re glad you won’t have to wait with them. The driver drops you off at the front, Koh and Pang walking with you, straight to the bouncer. Pang whispers in the bouncer’s ear, and he looks at his clipboard, nodding before letting the three of you in. “Welcome, Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Kim is waiting for you in the Gold Lounge. It’s on the second floor all the way at the end.” The man says, and you nod your thanks before following Koh, Pang right behind you as you weave through the crowd. You never been a huge fan of clubs, the music giving you a headache after a few hours, but you were definitely a fan of drinking. As you venture down the long hallway, the door at the very end opens up, being held open invitingly for you.

The room feels warm to you, decorated in gold with plush couches in the middle and a bar on the side. It’s not very big, most likely just a private booth to get away from the hundreds of people below. As you look around a tall man stands from the couch, smiling at you. “Miss Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kim Namjoon.” He bows. You do the same. “You as well, Mr. Kim.” You smile. Although you hated it, you were good at working with people, making them feel comfortable in your presence and confident in your work. “Please, call me Namjoon.” He says. “Sit, please.” You nod as you sit across from him. “There’s also a full bar for you to enjoy while here.” He points at the bar, and that’s when you notice the man behind the bar. “My best bartender, Taehyung, is here at your beck and call.” The man smirks at you, and you look him up and down while smiling back. He’s gorgeous to say the least, the closest thing you’ve seen to a perfect work of art. His blonde locks tickle his forehead, his dangling earring brushing against his cheek as he moves, rolling up the sleeves of his black button up. You can’t help but stare as he grabs a towel, his long fingers cleaning the inside of a glass.

You don’t realize how intently you’ve been staring until Namjoon clears his throat. “Miss Y/L/N?” He asks, finally catching your attention. “Yes.” You practically jump in your seat. You catch a glimpse of a smirk on the corner of Taehyung’s lips, and you decide to focus on your client. “Would you like a drink?” Namjoon asks. “Oh, not right now, thank you. I’d rather wait and celebrate.” You smile, and he nods. “That makes sense. I, however, need a drink.” He chuckles before requesting a scotch. You notice how his leg bounces, his eyes shifting as he nervously scans the room. “Namjoon, are you okay?” You ask softly. “Uh, yeah? Honestly, I don’t know. I just want this to be over with.” He sighs. “I can assure you it’ll be over with soon. You won’t have to deal with Chow ever again.” You try your best to comfort him with your words. “And you said we could work out a way for me to pay you? I’m sorry I don’t have the money up front.” You nod, remaining as calm as you can with Taehyung’s gaze on you. You can’t see it, but you can feel it, and it entices you. “Of course. We can do payments if you’d like.” Namjoon smiles with a bit of relief at your words. “That’s great. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N.” “Please, call me Y/N.” You smile.

About an hour of small talk passes until your phone rings. “Hello?” You answer. “Rochambeau.” A breathy voice says before hanging up, and you smile. “Namjoon, your problem is taken care of.” You say while standing, holding your hand out to him. He looks at you with wide eyes, in complete disbelief. “Are you serious?” He chokes, and you nod. “Oh, thank you, Y/N!” He jumps up, excitedly shaking your hand. “Now, I suggest you stop worrying and go watch over your club.” You chuckle. “Right. Of course. Gotta make an appearance. Please, stay as long as you want. Drinks are on the house. Thank you so much for this, Y/N.” He bows again before exiting. You turn to Koh and Pang, who have been quietly standing to the side. “Well, job’s done. You guys can go home.” You smile at them. “Are you sure you don’t want us to wait until you leave? We’re fine with staying.” Pang asks, and Koh nods in agreement. “I’ll be fine. I’m just gonna have a few drinks and call a car. I’m a big girl, I can handle this.” You laugh. They exchange a worried glance between each other, sighing when they realize they can’t talk you into letting them hang around. “Alright, just be careful, okay?” Koh asks, patting your back. “I will. Say hi to the families for me.” You wave to them as they leave, and you sigh in relief. It would’ve been awkward for them to hang around.

“So, beautiful but deadly? Quite the combo there, sweetheart.” You hear a chuckle from behind you. Fuck, his voice is just as beautiful as the rest of him. You turn around to face him, he’s still behind the bar, his soft lips turned up at the corner. You smile and shrug. “What can I say? I’m a nightmare.” You chuckle, as you sit on a barstool. “Or just a crazy dream.” He smiles, leaning against the counter. “So, you want a drink?” You look at the bottles displayed before you, and the man before you. When’s the last time you were alone with a guy? A year? Longer? You can’t remember. “Just some scotch.” You decide. “You got it.” He smiles before starting your drink.

You watch as he works, the way he moves has you wondering other ways he could move. “Here you go.” He says, placing your drink down in front of you. You gladly accept, taking a sip, unaware of his eyes watching you. You lean back, thinking for a moment. “You don’t have anything else to do, right? You’re not waiting for me to leave?” You chuckle. “Actually yes, you’re cutting into my date night with my bed.” He laughs. “Mr. Kim has me only working for you tonight, so you’re good.” He assures you, and you wonder how long you can make this last. “So you don’t have any plans with friends or a girlfriend or anything?” You ask. It might be forward, but that’s who you are. You’re bold, and you take risks. He laughs, smirking at you. “No. No girlfriend, and my friends know I’m working tonight so.” No girlfriend? Seriously?

“Those guys you were with.” He says after a few minutes. “They seemed closer than just body guards.” “Oh, yeah. They’re like family.” You nod, keeping your answer simple. Although you’re practically forced to be a people person, you still stay quite reserved, not giving away much personal information. “Not very talkative, are you?” He smiles, crossing his arms. “Not about myself, no. Protecting my business and all that stuff.” You reply, copying his posture. “That’s right. You must be pretty powerful then. I won’t ask about that then. Why not something else?” He asks, noticing your empty glass and pouring you another. “Like what?” You ask, taking a sip as you cock your eyebrow. “Well, you asked about my friends and lack of lovelife, so, what about you? Do you just not take your friends with you on business trips or do they not like the club scene?” You give a small smile. “I’m not really one for friends. My social life is practically non existent. My job is my life. I don’t really have much time for anything else.” You sigh, and he tilts his head. “Not even-” he cuts himself off with a laugh. “Nope, can’t say that. You’re my customer right now so questions like that aren’t allowed.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, curious about what he wanted to ask. “Since I’m your customer? You said when I’m done, you’re off, right?” You ask, and he nods. In a second you throw back the rest of your drink before placing the glass on the counter with a smirk. “Mr. Bartender, I think I’ve had enough to drink.” You smile at him. “Well then, after I clean your glass I guess that means I’m off.” He smiles, grabbing your glass to clean it. It takes him a minute to clean up before he rounds the bar, and finally, there’s no counter separating you. For some reason, he seems taller now that he’s standing in front of you, and you finally get to appreciate the way his tight black jeans hug his thighs just right, the tears in the fabric revealing bits of his skin. “So, since you’re off, does that mean we can’t use this room anymore?” You ask. “Well, I’m off, but the club is still open, so you’re still free to use the room as long as you like, with whoever you like.” He answers. “Well, would you like to stay with me and maybe ask that question you had for me?” He smiles, nodding.

You move to the couch, sitting next to each other. The warmth radiating off of him, the lack of space between you, you felt comfortable and a bit nervous all at the same time. He sits with his legs spread a bit, and you turn to face him, your arm resting on the back of the couch. “So, pardon me being so forward-” “Oh no, please, be as forward as you want.” You cut him off, smiling. He raises his eyebrows for a second, nodding. “Alright, so, you said you don’t have time for anything besides work, does that mean you don’t even, you know.” He looks at you, hoping he got his point across. The way he looks at you, curiosity glinting in his eyes, has you feeling a bit playful. “I don’t even what? Come on, use your words.” You coo. He tenses a bit, clearing his throat. Now that he’s not behind the bar, he seems vulnerable, a bit timid, and you find it incredibly endearing. “You don’t, like, get off? Don’t you know, get pleasure?” He asks nervously. “Not much, no. I get the very rare night alone, but I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” You answer, and he finds your straight forward answer shocking him.

“A year? How long has it been since you’ve had a night to yourself?” He asks, intrigued. You look at the ceiling, thinking about when the last time was. As you think he watches intently as you bite your lip gently, your manicured fingers twirling in your soft locks, wondering what it’d feel like to have your hair in his fist. “Three months.” You interrupt his thoughts, completely shocking him. “Three months? Are you kidding me?” He gasps. You give a sad smile, shaking your head. “So, you haven’t been with anyone in a year, and you haven’t gotten any relief in three months. I think I’d die. I can’t go more than three days without release.” He chuckles. The image of him appears in your head, of him, laying in a bed you imagine to be his, his long fingers wrapped his leaking cock, the thought practically makes you drool. “So, if you have the time alone tonight, why don’t, you know, get some help? You don’t have anything else to do tonight, do you?” He asks. “Well, as a matter of fact, I don’t have anything work related to do, but I do have something else in mind I’d like to do.” You say, biting your lips. You lean in a bit closer to him, and he does the same, his forehead resting against yours as his fingers glide across your bare things, your fingers gently brushing through his hair. “Something, or someone?” He whispers, his voice deeper than before.

You answer by pulling him closer to you, your lips clashing in a heated, needy kiss, him kissing back with the vigor of a starved man. His lips mold perfectly to yours, and when you nip at his lip, a deep growl rumbles through his throat, causing the ache between your legs to grow. You tug on his hair, the sweetest moan escaping his lips, completely opposite from the growl he just let out, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, licking against his. His hand grips your hip, and you move to straddle his lap, your short dress riding up. His body against yours feels like heaven, but it’d feel better without the clothes between you. His large hands explore your body, one rubbing your back as the other runs up your thigh, reaching back to lift your dress up a little more so he can grip the tender flesh of your ass. He pulls you too him, making you grind against him, the tent in his jeans pressing against you deliciously. You trail your kisses from his lips down to his jaw, and he tilts his head invitingly as you make your way down his neck, soft moans spilling from his lips as he kneads your ass. “Y-Y/N?” He softly moans, and you hum against his skin. “Can we please get out of here?” He asks, and you pull back to look at him. “My place?” You smirk. “My car’s outside. Let’s go.” He smiles, and you both stand eagerly. He grabs you by the hand, leading you through the club and all the way out to his car.

The car ride is taken up by you telling him how to get to your house while your fingers glide across his lap. When you finally reach your house, you both hop out of the car, practically running as you pull him up to your room, relieved that all of your employees have gone home. Once you’re safe in the confines of your room, a dangerous smirk tugs at your lips. You remember the way his sweet moans sounded earlier, and you desperately wanted to hear those again. He doesn’t take long to close the gap between the two of you, resting his hands on your hips as he walks you backwards towards your bed. You fall backwards onto the plush mattress as he towers over you, his fingers sliding under the hem of your dress. You tsk, grabbing his hands and pushing them away, a confused look on his face. “You first, baby. Strip for me.” You command. His eyes widen, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he bites them. He nods, standing back, you sitting up to watch as he unbuttons his shirt antagonizingly slow, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. He finally reaches the last button you sigh in relief as the shirt drops to the floor. His honeyed skin looks incredibly soft, and you can’t wait until you can get your hands on him.

You were impatient, and as his skin fingers fiddled with his belt buckle, you couldn’t take it anymore. You stand, his movements halting as you touch him, his skin hot under your fingertips. You reach up to kiss him, turning slowly as you do. You turn until his back faces your bed before you pull away, pushing him onto the mattress. He gasps as you undo his pants yourself, pulling them down as he helps you by kicking them off. He lays there on your bed, in only his underwear, the outline of his cock pressing against his tight boxer briefs had you moaning softly just at the sight. He looks at you, his eyes hooded as he shifts under your gaze. Your fingers trace up his thighs as you move closer, and he sits up his hands cupping your cheeks. Your lips brush against his only slightly, your noses bumping as you relish the closeness. “Sit up against the headboard and wait for me. Listen to everything I tell you to do, and if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll reward you. Understand?” You whisper, a soft moan leaving his mouth. He nods, letting go of you to do as you say, and you go into your closet, grabbing your special box.

You bring it back out, Taehyung’s breath hitching as you open it, revealing all of your toys and goodies. He crawls over, looking at everything in there, causing you to tsk. “Didn’t I tell you to sit against the headboard?” You ask, his eyes widening. He quickly squirms back, his back pressed against the headboard, but it was too late. “Already disobeying me, such a shame.” You shake your head, picking out the rope from the box. You climb onto the bed, adjusting so you’re straddling him, hovering over his crotch. He reaches out to touch you, but you grab his wrists, tying them to the bed posts. He struggles against them, but from the way his hips buck, chasing after the warmth of your core, you know he doesn’t mind them. “Are you gonna listen to me from now on?” You ask, tilting your head. He nods frantically, whimpering as you finally relax against him, grinding against him slowly, his moans and whines sounding like heaven to you. You shift backwards, your hand cupping his bulge, rubbing it gently as you reach back into the box, grabbing a bottle of lube. You pull his underwear down a bit, just enough to allow his leaking cock to bounce against his stomach. He was bigger than you expected, and you can’t wait for him to stretch you out, just the thought has you rubbing your thighs together.

You squeeze some of the lube into your hand, rubbing your hands together as Taheyung watches intently, eager to maybe finally get release. The first grip of your hand around his cock has him moaning, his thighs twitching slightly as you start to pump him slowly. Your thumb grazes over his slit, making him gasp as he once again struggles against the ropes. “Y-Y/N.” He moans, bucking into your hand. “What is it baby?” You ask, touching him lightly. “More. Please, more.” He begs, his voice higher than before. “More what? Is your words, baby boy.” You coo, stroking him teasingly slow. “F-Faster, please.” He whimpers, thrusting into your hand. You nod, picking up your pace until he’s a moaning, writhing mess for you, his sounds and the wet sound of your hand working over him echoing off your bedroom walls. You felt in control, powerful even. You were making him squirm beneath you, and you absolutely loved it. “Ah, Y/N, I’m…” He moans, his cock twitching in your hand. “You’re gonna cum for me baby? Go ahead.” You coo, adding your other hand. One hand pumps his shaft as the other focuses on the head, and his head falls back as he fucks himself into your hands. It doesn’t take much more for him to come undone, his hot, sticky cum spurting over your hands and his stomach. As he cums, you keep pumping, not slowing down at all. “Y-Y/N, I think i-it’s done you c-can s-stop now.” He stutters, shying away, but you don’t let up. “Didn’t I say that you’d get punished for not listening to me?” You smirk as he whines. “Y/N, ah, p-please, n-no…” He squirms. His face contorts, a mixture of slight pain and pleasure. You decide to show a bit of mercy for once, since the ache in between your legs is becoming too much for you to bear. You let off of him, a sigh of relief escaping him. As much as you’d love to hear him whine for you more, you needed to be filled, and fast.

Before you untie him, you decide to have one more bit of fun, bending down and licking up all the cum from his cock and stomach, his body shuddering at the sensation of your tongue on him. You finally untie him, and as soon as you do, you realize it might’ve been a mistake. As soon as he’s freed he grips your waist, flipping the two of your over so his hips are nuzzled between your legs, his body pressing down onto you. “Your turn, baby.” He smirks deviously, and you know you’re fucked. He slides your dress off, his lips gliding across the exposed flesh. His hands explore your body, gripping anything he can, and you let him, enjoying the feeling of his large hands running over you. You reach to grab his hair, but he stops you, pinning your arms above your head while grinding against you. “No touching, baby. You wanna be a good girl for me, right?” He smirks. You couldn’t believe how incredibly turned on you were. All of your previous partners have either been strictly sub or dom. You’ve never been with another switch before, and it excited you.

You gulp, nodding as he smiles. “Good girl.” He whispers, his hands reaching behind you to unclip your bra, tossing it to the side before grabbing at your breasts. You moaned at the contact, arching into him as he kneaded the soft flesh. As he did, his head dipped down, his mouth leaving kisses on your neck, once in a while his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You couldn’t tell which Taehyung you liked better, the cute, whiny mess under you or the man overpowering you at the moment. He moves lower, his mouth making it’s way to your chest. He kisses over your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple before his teeth graze over the sensitive bud, his fingers toying with the other one. It’s been so long, just his simple ministrations has your breath hitching, the heat already building in the pit of your stomach. “T-Taehyung, please.” You moan, your hips moving against him. “Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you want.” He smirks against you. Asshole. “Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. Please Taehyung.” You beg. He growls against you, rutting his hips into yours. “You’re lucky I’m hard again already, or I would’ve teased you for hours. But I need to be inside of you know, so maybe I can do that next time.” He says with a wink. Next time. The thought of a next time with him had you excited, wondering how it’ll turn out.

You start to hook your thumbs into your panties, but he stops you, pushing your hands away. “No. They’re staying on. I love seeing how messy panties get after a good fucking.” He says, his words sending a chill up your spine. You nod shyly, keeping your hands away as he gets off the bed, taking his own underwear off before climbing back on top of you. His fingers trace over your soaked panties, and you whimper at the contact, the first touch from another person in a year. “So wet for me, baby girl. I bet I’ll slide right in.” He cooes, one of his hands pushing your panties to the side as the other pumps his cock. He gets closer, his tip brushing against your slit, and you whine, wanting g desperately for him to just fill you up already. You get your wish as he quickly pushes into you, a loud moan rumbling through your throat as he roughly thrusts, his top heading your cervix. He’s a lot longer than you thought, and thicker, stretching you out deliciously. “Fuck fuck fuck, so fucking tight.” He groans, his head dropping into your neck. He stays like that, but you desperately need him to move.

“Tae…” You moan, clenching around him, and he grunts. “Fuck, that’s it. Not like this.” He says, pulling out of you, and you whine, wondering what’s going on. Does he not like it anymore? “On your hands and knees, right now.” He growls, staring at you hungrily. You gasp a bit, doing what he says. You arch your back, your ass on full display for him. He groans, the bed shifting behind you before a harsh smack lands on your ass. Then, before you can even finish a full moan, he’s ramming back into you, causing you to practically scream. “That’s it, scream for me, baby. I wanna hear your pretty voice.” He groans, pounding into you. With each thrust your body lurches forward, and your fingers grip your sheets, your mouth hung open as your loud moans encourage him. His hand slides up your back, and you cry out as his hand tangles in your hair, tugging on it harshly and making you stand up on your knees. Your back is flush against his chest, the skin slapping ringing through your ears, you felt way too close to your end already.

He kisses your shoulder, still gripping your hair, tilting your head to give him more access. His other hand slides into your panties, rubbing figure eights onto your clit. A string of slurs falls from your lips as you fall forward, Taehyung luckily letting go of your hair as you fall back onto the bed, your entire body shaking as your walls spasm around him. He holds you up as he continues to pound into you, your vision turning white as your orgasm hits you like a bullet train. He helps you ride out your high until his thrusts become sloppy. He pulls out of you, jerking himself off until he’s cumming again, the white strings splashing onto your drenched panties. He rests his hand on your ass as you both catch your breath. Your body relaxes into the bed, and he falls next to you, wiping the sweat off his brow. Although he practically just fucked you into oblivion, your body is telling you that you need more. “Tae?” You ask softly, and he hums questioningly. “I uh, um-” You stutter. All you can really do is rub your thighs together, you hand on his chest, and he gets the gist of what you’re asking for. “You wanna go again, baby?” He asks, turning to face you, and you nod. “Hm, well it’s probably gonna take a little bit for me to really get hard again, but I can do something else until then.” He smirks, and before you can even comprehend what’s happening your panties are off and he’s blowing on your drenched core, making you shiver with anticipation. His tongue flattens out as he licks a long stripe up your slit, tongue dipping past to flick against your clit. You involentarily buck against him, his arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you still. He licks up everything from your previous orgasms before his tongue starts to focus on your sensitive clit, two of his fingers pushing into your hole. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently to push him somehow closer to you, causing him to groan onto your pussy. He sucks on your clit harshly as he curls his fingers inside of you, and your back arches as you cry out. He keeps curling his fingers as he flicks his tongue against you, and your thighs clench around him as he removes his fingers, his tongue taking their place inside of you, and he tongue fucks you through your orgasm, moaning at your taste.

He pulls away, wiping your juices from his mouth as he looks down at you, his dick throbbing once again. “Still up for another round?” He asks, hovering over you. You answer by smiling, flipping over you you’re straddling him. His hands rub your thighs as you grab hold of his cock, guiding it to your entrance before sinking down onto it, a whiny moan coming from both of you. You start to bounce on him, grinding occasionally while he whimpers under you, the grip he has on your hips sure to leave bruises. “Ah, faster, Y/N, faster.” He huffs, his grip making you bounce faster on him. Once you do it yourself one of his hands leaves your hips, gripping your breast and tweaking your nipple as you ride him. You moan, grabbing his hands and leaning forward, pinning them by his head as you kiss him passionately, still tasting the traces of your juices on his tongue. Because of your position you stop your movement, and he whimpers into your mouth. “You want me to move?” You ask softly, getting a nod in response. “Then you do it. I wanna kiss you. If you want me to move, you’re gonna have to do it yourself, baby.” You smirk, leaning down to kiss him again. What you didn’t expect was for him to snap his hips up into you, your grip on his wrists getting tighter as he hits deep inside of you. He continues to thrust up into you, your mouths still on each other in a heated kiss, swallowing each other’s moans. You sit up, placing your hands on his chest as you move against him as he thrusts, your hips crashing down to meet his, making everything even more powerful. He’s hitting all the right places inside of you, and he reaches around you, grabbing a handful of your ass as he guides you up and down his cock. “Tae…” You moan, your hands balling into fists. “How does it feel, baby? Tell me how it feels.” He moans, one of his hands resting on your front, thumb pressing deliciously on your neglected clit. “Feels so fucking good.” You whine. “Yeah?” He grunts. “Does this making up for a year of no one stretching out your pretty pussy?” You bite your lip and nod. “So fucking good to me. Best I’ve ever had.” You moan, and it’s true. Taehyung is by far the best lay you’ve ever had, the way he switches so fast, just like you, makes you feel so good. “Best you’ve ever had, huh? Well then.” He groans after a particularly deep thrust that has you doubling over, catching yourself before you fall onto him completely. “Why don’t you tell the world whose fucking you so good, huh? Scream my name, baby. It sounds so pretty when you say it. Scream my name while I fuck your perfect pussy.”

You sit back up, tilting your head back as he fucks into you, his thumb still pressing against your clit, and you’re practically seeing stars. “Taehyung! Fuck, Tae…” You cry out. His name tumbles from your lips over and over again until your walls are spasming once more, your body falling forward onto him, your legs suddenly too weak to hold yourself up, your body relaxing on top of his as you clench around him. Your squeezing brings on his own orgasm, a choked moan emenating from him as he spills his seed into you, slowly fucking into you as you rest against him. You both lay there, catching your breath, your head feeling fuzzy. That was, without a doubt, the best sex you’ve ever had. You pull off of him, whimpering at the loss of warmth and his sticky cum rolling down your thigh, but you don’t care about the mess. You collapse next to him, completely exhausted. “Wow.” He breaths, making you smile. He looks just as fucked out as you do. Your eyes grow heavy, your mind blank as you lay next to him. “You good?” He asks, turning to face you, his hand running up and down your side. “Tae…” Is all you can manage to get out. “Yeah?” He asks softly. “Tae…” You repeat, and he chuckles. “What, did I fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name?” He smirks, and you nod slowly. “Damn, I didn’t think I was that good.” He chuckles. Since you’re so fucked out, he decides to have a little fun. “Whose the best fuck you’ve ever had?” He asks. You say his name again, and he smiles. “And whose the sexiest, most amazing guy in the world.” His name tumbles from your lips again. “And whose the baddest bitch in the world.” He asks, and you smile. “Me, bitch.” You say, sitting up a bit. “That’s right.” He says, raising his hand for a high five, which you give to him as you laugh.

“You really are okay though? I didn’t hurt you or anything?” He asks. You nod, smiling at him. “I’m good. Might not be able to walk, but I’m good.” You giggle, and he sighs in relief. “Good. I’m glad.” He nods, laying back down. “You’re glad I can’t walk you asshole?” You cry, hitting his chest. “Yeah, I am.” He laughs. “Means I did a damn good job.” He smiles, proud of himself. All you do is shake your head, smiling. “So is this what happens when people go to clubs? Because if so, I’ll have to start going to clubs more often.” You chuckle. “Not all clubs. Only Namjoon’s, because I’m there. You can’t go to any other clubs.” He replies, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “I can’t go to any other clubs?” You scoff. “Nope. If you want a night like tonight, you can only get it at Bangtan. And only if I’m your bartender.” He smirks. “Well, I’ll keep that in mind then.” You laugh, resting your head on his chest. “So, there will be a next time?” He asks. “I’d like that. As long as we get you out of here without anyone seeing you. My guys are very protective, so if they see a strange man running through my house, they’re gonna have a lot of questions. They won’t be here until later though, we handle business at night. I’m sure everything will be fine.” You reply. “So, that means I can stay?” He asks hopefully. “Of course. I’m not gonna fuck you and make you leave right after. I may be a mob boss, but I’m not completely heartless.” You laugh. “Mob boss, huh? Well, I guess that explains a lot. I’ve never had a girl dominant me before. Normally they always want me to dom, which is fine sometimes, but you, wow, it’s was perfect.” He smiles. As he speaks his finger tips glide over your arm soothingly, making you sleepy. You yawn, and he chuckles, one hand playing with your hair as the other continues to stroke your arm, and it doesn’t take too long before you’re falling asleep in his arms.

It’s 11 am when your phone rings, jolting you awake. You groan and rub your eyes as you reach for it. “Hello?” You mumble groggily. “Y/N, hey!” Namjoon answers brightly. “Oh, hey Namjoon.” You reply. “I just wanted to thank you again for taking care of business. I hope you enjoyed your time at Bangtan.” He says. You look over, his bartender sleeping soundly next to you. “Oh, absolutely. I’ll be sure to visit more often.” You smile. “That’s great! We’d love to have you back. You will always get the best treatment, the Gold Lounge whenever you want.” He chuckles. “Thank you, Namjoon. You’re very kind.” “Any time. Oh, and how was Taehyung? He’s my best bartender, so I hope he was up to your standards.” His words make you giggle to yourself, running your fingers through Taehyung’s hair, a small moan sounding form him as he shifts in his sleep. “He was exceptional. I think I’d like to request him each time I visit.” You smile. “That can definitely be arranged. Thank you again, Y/N. Enjoy your day and I hope we see you soon.” He says, and you nod, even though he can’t see it. “Absolutely.” You reply. You hang up, and smile down at Taehyung. You’ll definitely be going back very soon.

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Name change

Hey everyone. So, I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with this blog, so I'm gonna make a new blog under the name Taenamseok, while the original Taenamseok blog will now be Dezzybear1725. I won't make the change now, I'll sleep on it and probably do it in the morning. I just wanted to let you guys know. If you do want to follow the new blog and continue to see my posts please feel free to follow. I'll make a post when I create it. Thank you for reading and I hope to see you on the new Taenamseok blog.

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Day 6

I’m finally home again after a two week vacation at my grandma’s. I was some kind of productive throughout that time and managed to plan some chapters.

School starts again which means trying to study and trying to finish planning. Lord help me please.

End Result:

Chapters 12-20 planned. It’s still a rollercoaster of emotions. I’ve ended up putting some fluff in there to give the reader a little break.

[taenamseok]

A/N: Hey there! So, we already posted this but we noticed its now blocked, even though written stuff is supposed to be ok. So, here it is again. We have more things we’re working on so stay tuned!

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin Office! au

Word count: 5,060

Warnings: Dirty talk, blow job, fingering, semi-public sex, threesome, double penetration, Hard Dom! Taehyung, Soft Dom! Jimin, Sub! Reader

Summary: Office gossip spreads quickly. When one of the geekiest guys in the office hears you making fun of him and his friend, they decide to prove you wrong.

You sit at your desk, rubbing your eyes, taking a break from staring at the computer screen. “Miss Y/L/N, can I see you in my office?” Your boss, Mr. Kim said. You sigh, knowing if he’s calling you into his office it’s anything but good. “Yes, sir.” You say, standing up and straightening out your skirt and blouse before strutting to his office, a false sense of confidence shrouding you. You step into the office, and he closes the door behind you. You take a seat, and he circles around to his desk chair. “Y/N.” He sighs, fixing his hair slightly. “Namjoon.” You reply jokingly. You had to admit, you enjoyed being in his office, although it didn’t happen often. You two had been close friends for years, but once you got to work that had to change. He wasn’t allowed to show favoritism, so you both kept things professional around the other employees. “I’ve been getting complaints about you gossiping about some of your colleagues, is that true?” He asks seriously. “Joon, everyone gossips, you know that.” You reply, leaning back in the seat and crossing your legs. “Who was it, anyway?” “Well, Park Jimin said he overheard you and a few others talking about him and Kim Taehyung.” He says. Those bastards. The two dorkiest guys in the office. They didn’t talk to anyone except each other, and whenever approached by a female colleague, they’d freak out like school kids, dropping their paperwork with a yelp. “Those guys? Who doesn’t talk about them?” You chuckle. Namjoon looks at you, his face expressionless. “Y/N, you can’t do that anymore. Got it?” He says. You roll your eyes, nodding. “Yes, sir.” You say before standing up. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, want to come over later? Yoongi and Jin are coming over, we’re having a little party. You in?” He asks, completely slipping out of his boss persona. “You know it.” You smile, giving him a high five before leaving his office. The rest of the day passes by slowly, and you thank any god that exists when the clock hits 5 pm. You sigh in relief, shutting down your computer and packing your bag. You say your goodbyes to a few of the co-workers you tolerate, your heels clicking as you make your way to the exit, when you’re stopped by someone calling you. “Y/N! Miss Y/N! Wait!” You hear. You turn around, seeing Park Jimin waving his arms above his head. You sigh, rolling your eyes and turning to meet him. “Yes?” You ask, irritation laced into your voice. “Um, can we talk? In uh, in the break room?” He stutters, looking everywhere but your eyes. “Fine, but make it quick.” You sigh, following him to the room. He opens the door for you, and you see Taehyung sitting at the table, his hands folded. He doesn’t look like the normal Taehyung you know, though. His glasses are placed on the table in front of him, his normally slicked back, blond hair tousled, and his over sized jacket hanging on the back of his seat, along with his tie. You had to admit, he looked really good. You heard Jimin lock the door behind you, and watched as he walked around, closing the blinds around the room. The whole time you felt Taehyung’s gaze on you, and you were very confused. “Y/N, sit down.” Taehyung says, his voice octaves lower than normal. “Um, okay.” You say nervously. You sit down in the seat across from him, watching Jimin as he paces towards the seat next to Taehyung. He takes his glasses off, messing up his soft crimson hair. He slides his jacket off, and you watch as his fingers loosen his tie, pulling it off and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. He sits down, taking on the same position as Taehyung. You look between the two men, confused. The two quiet guys you’ve grown to despise were gone, and what was left before you were men that you would gladly get on your knees for. “Um, I’m confused here, what’s going on? Why do you two look so different? If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re totally different people.” You chuckle, leaning back in your seat. “Nope, I can assure you that we’re Jimin and Taehyung. Crazy, huh? How someone can look so different by just a little clothing.” Taehyung smirks. “I mean, you guys should dress like this, you’d be eye candy for the office instead of being jokes.” You sass, annoyed that they’re wasting your time. “Well, if we dressed like this all the time no one would be able to concentrate.” Taehyung says. Cocky son of a bitch. You liked it though. The difference between the Taehyung you knew and the one sitting before you excited you. You liked him. Jimin sat next to him quietly, his eyes roaming your body for a moment. “That’s actually what we wanted to talk to you about, Y/N. The jokes. You’re spreading things about us that aren’t true at all.” Jimin pipes up. “Yeah, Mr. Kim told me you tattled. So?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Well, why don’t you tell us what you said about us?” He asks. You laugh at this. “Are you serious? I don’t have to tell you two anything.” You laugh. Taehyung huffs in irritation. “Well, Jimin, looks like we have a brat on our hands.” He says deeply, looking at you while running his tongue over his teeth. “You’re right. We definitely know how to handle brats.” Jimin says with a smirk. “Now, I’ll ask you one more time, Y/N, tell us what you said about us.” “No.” You say, standing your ground. “Hm. Okay then. Well let me just say what you said.” He says, sighing. Taehyung turns expectantly towards Jimin. “Y/N here said we can’t talk to women. She said we’d probably apologize for dirty talk since we’re so shy, and that we’re probably so shy because of how small our dicks are, and that we’d never get laid.” Jimin repeats your words from you conversation at the water cooler. Taehyung scoffs at the words, turning back to you. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how wrong that is.” He says deeply, causing chills to shoot down your spine. You have to admit, you have a thing for deep voices and nicknames, and you couldn’t help but seeing the two men in a different light. “So why exactly am I here. You want to whine to me about it? Ask me to stop?” You ask. “Oh no, baby girl. We’re here to prove you wrong.” Jimin says. “Prove me wrong? Ha! That’s not gonna happen. I bet you guys are small as hell and this ‘baby girl’ shit is just you trying to pull some joke on me.” You scoff. “Oh really? Hm. Ok then.” He says, sighing and standing up. He walks over to your side of the table while Taehyung keeps his eyes trained on you. “Baby, don’t you think your shirt in buttoned a little too low? It shows a lot of cleavage. Who are you showing off for, huh? Is it Mr. Kim? I saw you went to his office earlier. He’s fucking you, isn’t he?” Taehyung says, raising his eyebrows. “No, I’m not fucking him. We’re friends.” You reply, feeling Jimin’s presence behind you. “Friends? Friends with benefits? I wouldn’t be surprised, you do seem like the kind of girl who’d do anything for some good dick.” He smirks. “Are you calling me a slut?” You ask. “Hm, I don’t know. We have to find that part out. What do you say? Do you want to see some good cocks?” He cockiness pisses you off and turns you on at the same time, but you refuse to give in. “Your tiny baby carrots? Yeah, right. But sure, I’ll play along. Come on. Why don’t you guys ‘prove me wrong’.” You say, adding the quotation marks. “Really? Alright.” Taehyung says, standing up and moving next to Jimin. You turn around in your chair, the two men standing side. You can already see the imprints of their hard cocks through their pants, and you have to say, you’re quite impressed. “Hm, alright then. I was wrong. You guys are alright. Are we done here now?” You ask, standing up and grabbing your bag. “Ah ah ah, no no, baby, we’re far from done.” Jimin says, grabbing your bag from you as Taehyung pushes on your shoulder, making you sit back down. “There’s more to prove wrong. What were the other things you said? That we can’t do dirty talk and we never get laid? Isn’t that right?” Taehyung asks, his finger placed under your chin. “So what, you want to fuck me? Is that how you plan to prove me wrong?” You ask teasingly. “Still going to talk like that, huh? Brats like you get me so fucking hard. It’s so nice to put a brat in her place.” Taehyung growls, causing your heart to skip a beat. Fuck, just his voice is going to be the death of you. “Alright, so what, are we going to my house?” You ask, standing back up. You’re quickly spun around, being bent over the table. “Oh no, baby girl, we’re gonna fuck you right here, right now.” Taehyung growls, his fingers intertwined tightly in your hair. “Well, might as well get the shit show started so I can go home and enjoy the rest of my night.” You say, only provoking them even more. “What a brat. You know what, kitten? Brats like you deserve to be punished.” Jimin says. You can’t lie, their dominance is making you wet. You feel a harsh smack land on your ass, causing you to whimper. Another slap echoes through the room, your knees becoming weak. “Eight more, baby girl.” Jimin whispers in your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth as another smack rains down on your ass. It’s only then you realize that its Taehyung spanking you. You yelp each time his hand connects with your ass. When he’s done, he lifts the bottom of your skirt, bundling the fabric around your hips. You’re embarrassed, the cool office air hitting your wet core. Taehyung leans back, admiring the red marks blooming across your ass cheeks. You feel exposed, remembering only now that you’re wearing one of your skimpiest pairs of panties. Its laundry day, and you ran out of your comfortable panties, so you sucked it up and put on your black lace thong. “Shit, baby girl, do you always wear stuff this pretty?” Jimin says softly, tracing his finger over your clothed core. “So wet too, such a dirty girl. Did you like your punishment?” He asks, his finger pressing gently against you. “Of course she did. I bet this little slut just loves being put in her place.” Taehyung says, and you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Why don’t you get on your knees, baby girl? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Jimin says deeply. You instantly comply, dropping to your knees as your face becomes level with his clothed erection. You watch as his fingers fiddle with his belt buckle, hearing Taehyung take a seat next to you. “Look at how eager she is, Jimin.” He says, his index finger tracing over his lips as his dark eyes watch you intently. “I know. She looks so pretty, doesn’t she? Too bad such a pretty face has such a bratty mouth.” Jimin says, pulling the belt out of the loops, working on his button. He lets his pants fall, bundling around his ankles. You can’t help but stare at the tent in his underwear, your mouth watering at the sight. His hand palmed over him member, his eyes hooded as he looks down at you. “Well, baby, why don’t you get to it?” He smirks at you. You waste no time, slipping your fingers under the waistband, tugging them down to join his pants. You watch as his thick cock bounces once its freed from its confines, hitting his toned stomach. You stare in awe, a chuckle sounding from next to you. “Baby girl, if you don’t suck his cock soon you might end up getting punished again, and this time we wont go so easy on you.” Taehyung says, his deep voice causing your panties to get even damper. You reach up to wrap your hand around him, the weight of it causing your breath to hitch. He wasn’t too long, pretty average, but he was very thick. Your fingers couldn’t even touch when you wrapped around him. His head falls back, a soft moan slipping out of his lips at the contact. You can’t wait any longer, leaning forward, your tongue sticking out to give a small lick to his red tip. He hisses, looking down at you. “Don’t tease, kitten. If you tease me anymore Tae will tease you until you’re crying for release.” Jimin says, his fingers tangling in your hair. You still don’t entirely believe his words, and you’re interested to see if they’re true or not. Even though they transformed in front of your eyes, you still don’t believe that the two dorks you’re used to could turn into these two sexual demons before you. You decide to wait a little bit to test if they mean it or not, and wrap your mouth around Jimin’s member. His fingers tighten in your hair, a groan sounding as you take him all the way in. His girth has your eyes watering and jaw already aching. You pull back, making sure to press your tongue against the large vein that runs on the bottom of his shaft. You bob your head on him a few times, enjoying the beautiful moans that tumble from his lips. You suck harshly as you pull back, your tongue flicking over the slit. “Fuck, ah, dammit kitten, I said no teasing.” He moans. “Don’t worry, Jimin, she’ll get what’s coming to her.” Taehyung smirks. You feel Jimin’s thighs start to shake under your fingertips, his cock twitching slightly on your tongue. His hips move gently with the rhythm of your head, thrusting softly into your mouth. It doesn’t take long before he doubles over, his hands forcing you to take all of him as his cums down your throat, the salty sweet taste something you think you could get addicted to. He pulls away, breathing heavily, his face flushed. “Damn, your mouth feels so fucking good, kitten.” He gasps between deep breaths. “Stand up.” Taehyung says, getting out of his chair. You do as he says, his tall frame towering over you. “Bend over the table.” He orders. “Am I gonna get spanked again?” You ask. “Did I say to talk? No. I said bend over the table. Disobey me again, baby girl, and you won’t like what happens.” Taehyung growls. You decide not to test him, turning to bend over the side of the table, your bunched up skirt leaving your clothed pussy on full display. “Spread your legs, baby girl.” He orders, and you comply. You whimper as a warm hand cups your core, fingertips gliding over you as it pulls back. “You’re fucking dripping, baby girl. Did sucking Jimin off really get you this wet?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, his body leaning over yours as he presses his bulged against you. You bite your lip as he grinds against you, griping your hips tightly. You whine into your arm, pressing back against him. “Damn, baby girl, I can’t wait until we’re balls deep in that tight little pussy of yours.” Taehyung growls. His words startle you. We? They both plan on fitting inside of you? Taehyung pulls away, kneeling on the floor behind you, his face mere inches away from your core. “Fuck, baby, you smell so good.” He says. His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them of and tossing them to Jimin. “I want to taste you so bad, but you’ve been such a fucking brat I don’t think you deserve it. Do you?” He asks, his hands gripping your ass cheeks. You’ve given up on testing them. These quiet men have made you more needy than you’ve ever been, and all you wanted was some sort of release. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said that. Please, please just touch me.” You whined loudly. “Aw, look, she’s so needy now. Begging for a touch.” Jimin chuckles, sitting in a chair across the table from you. You cry out as you feel a harsh slap to your swollen clit. “Do you think you deserve it? How much do you want it? Tell me and maybe I’ll be nice.” Taehyung says, rubbing the area slowly now. “S-so bad! Please, Taehyung! I need it so bad! I can’t take it anymore!” You cry out. “So needy. Alright, don’t worry, I’ll give you a little something.” Taehyung says, his warm breath fanning over your pulsing clit.  You whimper, your back arching, your body chasing for contact. You feel soft fingertips circle your entrance before dipping inside of you. Two fingers slid into you easily due to how wet you were, and you sighed at the pleasure of having something inside of you. Taehyung’s fingers are long, reaching all the right places inside of you. He quickly starts to pump in and out of you, curling his fingers inside of you as he pulls them out. He stands up, leaning over your body as he finger fucks you. You moan, hands gripping the side of the table as you feel his hot breath on your neck. His fingertips press against your sweet spot, causing you to arch your back. “There it is. Such a naughty girl, still tight. We have to loosen you up a bit before we really get to the good part.” Taehyung says in your ear. He slides a third finger in, causing you to gasp. Your hands search for something else to grip on, ultimately one finding Jimin’s hand and the other tangles in Taehyung’s hair. The force of his pumping has you rocking against the table, and your head raises, giving Taehyung access to your now exposed neck. He bites down on your neck softly, leaving rough, open mouthed kisses all over it. Your mouth hangs open, your eyes opening as well to meet Jimin’s. You see him biting his lip, his hand wrapped around his hard cock again, pumping it slowly. The way Taehyung’s fingers are working on you, stretching you out and pumping at an unbearable pace, you feel so close to your end. “Look at you, taking his fingers so well like a good little slut you are. But, you did tease me. I told you that you’d regret it.” Jimin smirks. “T-Tae…” you moan, too lost in the feeling to listen to Jimin properly. “What is it, baby girl? You wanna cum? You wanna cum all over my fingers? Want Jimin to take a taste too? Is that what you want?” Taehyung asks. “Yes! Yes, please!” You cry out, so close to losing yourself. “I want to cum so fucking bad!” “Too bad.” He growls, pulling his fingers out of you completely and stepping back. You’re left standing there, your high quickly disappearing as Taehyung walks around the table to Jimin, two of his fingers in his mouth. You stand there catching your breath, completely shocked as Taehyung pulls his fingers out of his mouth, popping the last one into Jimin’s. “What the fuck?” You cry, standing up. Jimin hums around Taehyung’s finger, pulling away when hes done tasting you. “Like I said, kitten. Don’t tease me, or Taehyung would punish you.” Jimin smirks. “But, that was torture! I was so close! That’s not fair.” You pout. “Its entirely fair. I may not be too nice, but I’m always fair.” Taehyung says. “Have you learned your lesson now, kitten?” Jimin asks. “Yes, sir.” You stress the sir sarcastically, but you see him noticeably tense. “Hm, well normally, Taehyung is Sir, just call me Daddy, kitten.” Jimin smirks. “Wait, what?” You ask, taken aback. “Yeah, yeah I like that. Every time we meet privately, you address me as Sir, and Jimin as Daddy, that way we know who exactly you’re screaming for.” Taehyung says with a wink. “Wait, what do you mean 'every time’?” You ask. “What, you thought this was a one time thing? Trust me, once you get a feel of our cocks inside of you, you’re gonna be begging for more.” Taehyung says, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. They both circle the table,  Jimin hopping up and sitting on the edge while Taehyung stands behind you. “What do you say, kitten? Are you ready for us?” Jimin asks, his fingers running over your sides. You nod, still a little uneasy about the situation, but you’re so worked up from Taehyung’s fingers earlier you need something. “Why don’t you go in first, Jimin? I’ll slide in after you. Let her get used to you first.” Taehyung mumbles into your neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Jimin grabs you by your hips, your legs straddling his on top of the table. His cock sits upright between your stomachs as his fingers quickly unbutton your shirt. His lips connect with yours in a heated kiss. You realize this is the first kiss this entire time, and you relish in the feeling. Jimin’s lips feel like absolute heaven, not even breaking apart as you shimmy off your shirt, Taehyung quickly fiddling with your bra and sliding it off. Jimin pulls away, causing you to whine. “Its alright,  kitten, you want another kiss?” He asks softly. You nod, pouting. “Aw, don’t worry, kitten. I’ll kiss you again soon. I just really need to be inside of you right now. It’s almost painful l how hard I am.” He says. Taehyung lifts your hips, hovering over Jimin. Jimin grips his cock, lining up with your entrance. He lowers you down, and your mouth hangs open at the feeling of being full. “Oh my god.” Jimin says softly, throwing his head back. “How does she feel, Chim?” Taehyung mumbles into your neck, his hot breath fanning over you. “So, so fucking good.” Jimin groans. “You think she’s good for me to slide in?” Taehyung asks. The words make you whimper, the idea of being stretched out even more both scaring and exciting you. “Its gonna be a tight fit, but go ahead.” Jimin says, lifting your hips until just his tip is still inside of you. “Hold onto me, kitten, its gonna get uncomfortable, but I promise it’ll feel good after a little bit.” Jimin says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You do as he says, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your hand on his shoulder. Taehyung’s hand rests on your waist above Jimin’s, and you can feel his tip at your entrance. They lower you slightly and you gasp loudly as he slides in next to Jimin, you holding onto Jimin tightly. “Sh, kitten it’s okay.” Jimin coes, turning his head to connect his lips with yours. It’s a deep kiss to distract you from the pain of Taehyung sliding all the way in, a deep groan escaping his lips. “Holy fuck.” He groans. He places hot kisses on your neck, both of then staying in place, allowing you to get used to having both of them so deep inside of you. After a while you feel the need to move, desperately wanting to be fucked. You lift your hips, causing all three of you to moan at the feeling, then lower yourself again. You keep moving your hips, going slightly faster each time. You lean back against Taehyung, your head resting on his shoulder as he nibbles on your neck, his hand playing with one of your breasts, tweaking your nipple. Your fingers tangle in Jimin’s hair as he takes your other nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it as his thumb rubs circles over your clit, both of them simultaneously thrusting into you. The sensations are overwhelming, noises spilling out of your lips, not caring who can hear or even where you are. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl. So wet and tight. Do you like it, baby? Do you like Jimin and I stretching out your slutty little pussy?” Taehyung growls into your neck. “Y-yes!’ You moan. Taehyung’s fingers roughly pinch your nipple, causing you to gasp in pain. “Yes what?” He asks. “Yes sir!” You cry. “Good girl.” He growls before going back to sucking on your neck. You can feel the build up, Jimin’s thumb on your clit and both of them pounding into you causing it to approach rapidly. “D-Daddy, I need to-” You moan, causing Jimin to lift his head. “I know, kitten. We both know. God, we can feel you clenching around us. Tae, do you think she can cum now? I’m so close.” Jimin says. “Yeah, me too. Where should we cum, baby girl? Do you want us to cum in you or on you?” Taehyung asks. You remember that neither of them are wearing condoms and you stopped taking your birth control a few weeks ago. “O-on me, sir.” You reply. “Alright, we’ll hold it in so you can cum on our cocks.” Taehyung says. Jimin’s thumb rubs you faster, both of them pumping into your faster. Soon you’re falling apart on top of them, causing both of them to stop as you clench around them, Jimin’s thumb continuing to rub you to ride out your high. After you’re done they lift you quickly, pulling out entirely and placing you on your knees on the floor. You look up at both of them, ready for what they have to offer you. “Where, kitten?” Jimin asks, both of them pumping themselves over your body. “Anywhere.” You smirk. “Good. Open that pretty mouth.” He groans. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as both of them move closer. A few more pumps and they both let out deep groans, releasing mostly into your awaiting mouth, some getting on your cheeks and chin. Once their completely milked you close your mouth, them both watching you intently as you swallow every drop. You all sigh in exhaustion, you standing up with Jimin’s help. Taehyung holds your panties, kneeling down to help you into them, your legs too shaky to do it yourself. He pulls them all the way up, holding your waist and placing a kiss on your cheek before steeping away. Jimin holds onto you, helping you into a chair. You sit and watch as the get dressed back into their clothes, deciding to do the same. You reach for your bra and shirt, pulling them on and grabbing your skirt, standing up slowly and getting all fixed up. You look up to see Jimin in front of you. “You did so well, kitten. Probably the best we’ve ever had.” He smiles. “Would you want to do this again?” He asks, both him and Taehyung looking at you, their eyes full of hope. You smile and nod, the idea of having them inside of you again already turning you on again. “Perfect. We’ll let you know. Be ready for any time. You’re our toy now.” Taehyung smirks. “See you around, baby girl. Very soon.” He says, waving as he exits the room, Jimin following behind him, leaving you alone in the break room. “You’re late! What took you so long?” Namjoon asks, pulling you into the apartment. “I had to go home and shower, relax.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him as you join the others in the living room. “Oh, I saw you with Jimin and Taehyung earlier.” Namjoon says, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine. “What, were you telling them how dorky they are to their faces?” He chuckles, sitting down next to him. “Those nerds? You actually talked to them? I’ve never met them, but from what you guys say about them I’d be too creeped out to even go near them.” Yoongi mumbles, grabbing a chip from the bowl on the table. “Yoongi! That’s rude!” Jin shouts, hitting him with a pillow. You can’t talk, your cheeks bright red. “They…they’re not as dorky as you think.” You mumble, looking at the ground. “Um, yes they are. You’ve seen them, Y/N. They’re super nerds.” Namjoon says. “No, that’s just them at the office. They don’t always looked like that.” You say, instantly regretting it, knowing you’ve said too much. “In the office? How do you know that they aren’t always nerdy? What, did you hang out with them?” Namjoon asks, looking at you intently. All eyes are on you, and you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life. You were never good at hiding things, and they all knew it. “Holy fuck. I know what it is. She fucked one of them.” Yoongi shouts, pointing at you accusingly. “No way! She’d never do that! Y/N isn’t like that!” Jin shouts, hitting Yoongi again with a pillow. You curl up  into yourself, unable to answer. “No way.” Namjoon gasps. “Which one?” You can’t answer, only hiding even more. “Y/N, which one? As your boss I need to know this.” Namjoon says. “Why do you need to know? A boss doesn’t need to know that!” You cry, slapping his arm. “Ouch! Fine! As your friend I need to know!” He cries. You sigh deeply, gathering all of your courage to answer. “Both.” You say quietly. “Both? What, at the same time?” He asks, the others looking at you in shock. You nod slowly, burying your face in your hands. “When? Today? I didn’t see you guys leave the office though. You guys went into the-” he cuts himself off, his eyes wide. “Joon, what is it?” Jin asks, you scooting as far away from Namjoon as possible. “You fucked them in the break room? Where everyone eats lunch?” Namjoon screams. You don’t dare to look at him, the fear of his wrath terrifying you. “Well, I take back what I said. Y/N is a lot dirtier than we thought.” Jin sighs.  

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Kim Seokjin

You were laying in your bed, trying to sleep, Jin hours late from work. You were so tired you couldn't wait up for him anymore, curling up under your covers. You hadn't fallen asleep by yourself in a while, and you missed him, the lack of warmth making you sad. You felt the bed dip next to you, stirring you from your sleep. "Sh, baby, you don't need to wake up." Jin cooes. You turn to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, taking his shirt off and changing into his pajamas. You can only mumble a response, which causes him to chuckle softly. "Come cuddle with me." You mumble, your arm reaching out towards him. He smiles softly at your adorable, sleepy form reaching out to him, your tiny hand grasping at thin air. "No need to ask twice, darling." He smiles before climbing under the covers, instantly pulling you closer to him, stroking your hair as you quickly fall back to sleep, his warmth and his soft caresses exactly what you needed.

Min Yoongi

You'd be with the other members, watching a movie. You two had a whole loveseat to yourself, and you sat with your head rested against his shoulder. "Yoongi?" You whispered. "Yeah?" "I wanna cuddle." He sighs, thinking about it. "But we're here either all the guys." He says. "But, I wanna cuddle." You pout. "Fine." He sighs softly, shifting to lay down. You happily lay next to him, his arm wrapped around you as you continue to watch the movie. "Aaawwww." You hear, and see Hoseok grinning. "Oh shut up." Yoongi spits. "But you guys are so cute!" Hoseok chuckles. "Tough guy image completely ruined." Taehyung smiles. "Guys, shut up and watch the movie." Jungkook snaps. Everyone goes back to watching the movie, and your hand softly rubs his chest. "Don't listen to them. You're still tough." You whisper to Yoongi. "Yeah. I'm still tough. So what if I like to cuddle? I'm tough." He mumbles. The rest of the movie you lay there quietly, every now and then hearing Yoongi whisper "I'm tough."

Jung Hoseok

"Baby! I'm home!" He calls out, setting his bag down. He was just at the studio practicing some new choreography. When he doesn't hear your response he goes looking for you, finding you taking a nap in bed. He smiles, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He gently shakes you, and it takes a few tries before you finally wake up, groaning and stretching. "Hey baby. I'm home." He smiles, brushing your hair out of your face. All you do is grunt softly, rubbing your eyes sleepily, which he finds adorable. You put your arms in the air towards him, silently asking for him to cuddle you. He gets the message and smiles, laying down and scooting closer as you move to hug him. When you do, however, you start to whine. "What's wrong?" He asks, worried. "You're all gross." You mumble, and he laughs. "Aaawww, what, you don't wanna cuddle me now? Because I still wanna cuddle you." He laughs, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his sweaty body. "Ew! You're so gross!" You cry, squirming. After a bit you give in, accepting his sweaty cuddles. "You got me gross anyway, might as well just deal with it and take a shower." You huff, making him laugh again.

Kim Namjoon

He gets so soft for you it's insane. You don't even need to ask for cuddles, he knows when you need them and is happy to give them. He'll whisper things to you while you cuddle too, making sure you're as happy as you can be while he's holding you. You were upset because dinner didn't go as planned. You already ordered and ate your take out, but you were still pouty about it. "Sweetheart, it's fine. You don't have to be so upset about it." He says, rubbing your arm as you both stand in your living room. "But I tried so hard. I wanted to do something nice for you." You pout, looking at the ground. He gives a sad smile before he sits down on the couch, grabbing your hand and pulling your into his lap. His arms wrap around you and he holds you close, your head rested on his shoulder. "You tried. That's all that matters. Thank you for trying." He says softly. "It would've been better if I did it right." You mumble. "It's okay. We still had a good night, didn't we? We ate and we watched a good movie and I'm holding you now. That sounds like a good night to me." He says, rocking you a bit. You smile, thinking about everything. "Yeah. It was a good night." You smile.

Park Jimin

Both of you are so cuddly, neither of you really needs to say much to start cuddling. It's was your first day off together in a while, and it was the best day. You had just finished taking a bath together with a bath bomb you got and you were all clean and dressed in your most comfortable PJs. You both agreed on a movie and hit play, laying in bed. All you had to do was reach out to him, and he was glued to your side. You enjoyed the movie, wrapped up in each other, until about halfway through. It could've been the bath, the PJs, or the cuddles, but you ended up falling asleep. You don't know how long you were out, but when you finally stirred awake, the credits were rolling. You stretched, yawning as you slowly woke up. You turned to face Jimin, who was also fast asleep. You smile as you cuddle closer to him, enjoying his warmth. He groans softly, shifting a bit and rubbing his eyes. He doesn't say anything. All he does is look at you, and he pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck and falling back to sleep. You giggle, playing with his soft hair as he snores softly against your neck.

Kim Taehyung

He'd probably be the one to ask most of the time. He needs something to cuddle when he sleeps, and almost all the time, it's you. "Y/N!" He calls out to you through the house. He's in the bedroom and you're in the living room at the desk, working on some things for work. "What?" You call out, not wanting to get up. "Come heeeeerrreeee." You roll your eyes at his request. "I'm a bit busy right now." You reply, getting back to your work. There's silence for a few minutes, and then you see Taehyung shuffle into the living room. "Y/N..." He whines, standing next to you. "What is it?" You sigh. "Put all that stuff away. Come lay down with me. I'm tired." He mumbles, rubbing your neck. You look at the time, and it's already 2 am. He's stayed up because he needs you to cuddle. You feel bad you've kept him up so late, so you leave all of your stuff on the desk, apologizing as you follow him to the bedroom. You lay down and he instantly holds you close, your legs tangled and your face against his chest.

Jeon Jungkook

He loves cuddles, but he won't give in right away. "Kookie." You whine, poking at him. You were watching a movie that he was really into, but you really wanted to cuddle. "What is it?" He asks. "I wanna cuddle." You pout, scooting closer to him. He sighs, resting his head on the back of the couch. "But it's almost to the best part. The big fight scene is coming up." He whines. You know that once the scene comes on, he's going to be on the edge of his seat, squirming and cheering on the actors. "Ok." You pout, pulling your knees to your chest. He looks over at you, sad that you gave up so soon. Normally you ask him over and over again until he gives in. He thinks he upset you, when really you were just letting him get into the movie because you thought it was cute. He shifts, causing you to stand up as he lays down on the couch. He pats the open spot in front of him, and you gladly lay down, wiggling into a comfortable position before he wraps his arms around you. Just like you expected, during the fight scene he was squirming behind you and cheering, and you only wished you could see it, but you were comfortable in his arms, so you were happy.

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Summary: After receiving a mysterious invitation, your life is changed forever. Is it better or worse? It all depends on how you handle the situation.

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Chapter Two

You groan softly, stretching your aching limbs. There's not much room to move on the couch, so you almost fall off, but you're stopped by something. "Y-Y/N?" Your mysterious counterpart stutters. You sit up, but feel dizzy. "What have I done?" The male says shakily. The light blinds you as your eyelids part. After your eyes adjust, you see Lestat, sitting on the floor, knees tucked to his chest. Your eyebrows raise as you see his mask off, revealing his face. He's incredibly handsome, and you'd love to focus on his features, but you realize you're freezing, and your neck hurts.

"Sh, please, lay back down, Y/N. You need to rest." He cooes. You nod slowly, not arguing as you lay back down. "What happened?" You ask, your voice raspy. You hear a sniffle and shuffle, a large hand pushing the hair out of your face. "I'm so sorry. Oh God, what have I done?" He cries. Just then, there's a knock on the door. "Oh no." He whispers. He gets up, and you hear the click of the doorknob. "Dude, are you ready? Hoseok really made a mess this time. It's all hands on deck." Another voice says. "Um, now's not exactly the best time, Taehyung." Lestat stutters. "Why? What-" "No!" Lestat shouts. "No way." You open your eyes to see a young man hovering over you. "Dude, Namjoon is going to kill you." The man says.

You hear the door close, and Lestat sigh. "I know. I just, I don't know why. I couldn't go through with it. She's special, Tae." Lestat explains as you sit up. "What's so special about her?" The young man, Taehyung, asks. He gets really close to you, examining your features closely, making you uncomfortable. "Wait, is she the one I smelled at the party?" "Yeah, she is." Lestat replies. "Shit, man. You're definitely screwed." Taehyung chuckles. "I'm sorry, what are you guys talking about? Who are you?" You ask.

"I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Taehyung. Nice to meet you." The man knelt down in front of you smiles, holding a hand out to you. You shake his hand, whispering a hello. "My name is Y/N." You reply. "What the hell is the hold up?" A shout comes from the hallway. You all turn to face the door as a man stands in the doorway. He's nicely dressed, just like the two men in the room, his head held high. He radiated power, and the men cower at the sight of him. His gaze lands on you, and his jaw tightens. "What is the meaning of this, Seokjin?" His voice deep and chilling.

"Namjoon, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I couldn't let her die." Lestat stutters. 'Seokjin' is what the man, Namjoon, called him. So is that his real name? "What the hell do you mean you couldn't kill her? That's what we do!" The man's voice booms, causing you to jump. You feel a hand on your thigh, and see Seokjin's shaky hand resting there, squeezing softly, but you push it away slightly. "I'm sorry, but could someone please explain what's going on?" You spit. The dominant man looks towards you, smirking slightly. "You." He says. "You're the one I smelled earlier. The virgin. Oh, Seokjin, what mess have you put yourself into?" He chuckles before moving quickly. Before you know it, Seokjin is pinned to the wall, fingers tightly wrapped around his throat.

"Namjoon! Hey!" Taehyung cries, racing to the men and trying his best to pry Namjoon away from Seokjin. His cries apparently attract attention, and you hear many footsteps echoing through the hallway. Multiple men appear in the doorway, and three of them run in to help Taehyung in his efforts while the other just stands there, eyes as wide as a dear in the headlights. Shouting and tussling continues until they finally free Seokjin, who gasps for air. "Namjoon, what the hell?" One of the new men ask. In the group that rushed in, you recognize one red haired man, Deacon he said his name was, standing with them. "Look for yourself." Namjoon says, pointing at you. All eyes are on you now as you shift in your seat uncomfortably. "No way, Seokjin did that?" The shortest one asked. Namjoon nodded, and you wonder what they mean by 'did that'. Surely you guys didn't hook up, unless he did that while you were passed out. But, he didn't seem like the guy to do that.

You look at him as he slouches against the wall, catching his breath. He looks at you somberly before mouthing a phrase. "I'm sorry." What is he sorry for? "Do you think we have room for her?" Another man asks. "She could bunk with me." Deacon smirks. "No." Namjoon booms. "We aren't taking her." "But, we can't just leave here on her own, she doesn't know how to live like us! How will she survive?" The smaller one cries. "I don't care how she survives! Seokjin ruined her life as she knows it so there's no going back, but we cannot take her with us." Namjoon shouts. Seokjin ruined your life? How?

"Alright, I've had it!" You scream, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. "Somebody tell me what's going on before I lose my fucking mind!" Everyone stares at you in shock, Namjoon only smirking St your outburst. "Fine. I'll cut to the chase. We're all vampires that hold parties all over the world in order to feed. This was one of the parties and you happened to be invited. We have a few rules, however. We only go for people that are alone, so that no one suspects they're missing. You were one of those people, and it seems Seokjin had his eye on you. You're different though. Out of everyone there, we could all smell you. Your blood is pure, you are pure. The first virgin we've come across in a while. Another rule is that whenever we come across a virgin, whoever found them brings them to me. The leader always gets the virgins. But Seokjin broke this rule. He broke another rule too. No turning anyone." Namjoon explains. Turning? Does he mean-

"What do you mean 'turning'?" You ask. Namjoon sighs, shaking his head. "Seokjin had turned you into one of us. A vampire." He says. Your eyes widen, not knowing whether to believe this or not. You turn to Seokjin, and his head is buried in his knees, his shoulder shaking. A vampire. A room full of blood-thirsty vampires, and you were now one of them. "I'm a vampire?" You ask silently. "Namjoon please, let's just take her with us. Without our help she's gonna turn into a Wither." Taehyung says. Namjoon looks back at you, thinking. "Give me time to think about it. For now, let's clean up Hoseok's mess." He says before turning on his heel. Everyone follows suit except you and Seokjin, who is still shaking on the floor.

"Seokjin..." You call out to him softly. He looks up at you, tears staining his cheeks. "Oh my God." You gasp, seeing the fingerprints around his neck. You run over to him, kneeling on the floor before him. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I took your life away. This is all my fault." He sobs. You think about his words. Can you really not go back to your normal life?

Your whole world has changed, just because of your decision to come here. You could've stayed home, spent the night with your wine and your books. The one time you decided to let go and be a little reckless, it cost you your life as you knew it. "Seokjin, can I ask you a question?" You ask softly. He nods, and you sigh deeply. "Why? Why did you turn me?" His lip quivers at he question, and he takes a deep breath before gathering the strength to answer. "Y/N, I, I know we only met tonight, and have barely talked, but, you just, feel, different, than anyone I've ever met. There's something special about you. A connection between us. I've lived many, many years, and never have I ever met someone like you. I know, I'm not making sense right now, it's just a feeling. Dancing with you tonight, I knew my mission for the night, but then when I was, you know, I couldn't fully go through with it. I couldn't lose you. It was selfish and I'm so sorry that I did this to you."

You know he's being sincere, your connection to him you felt before even stronger than when you were dancing. Your thumb strokes over his bicep, a soft smile on your lips. "It's okay. I mean, I didn't really have much going for me anyways. No friends or family around, dead end job, maybe you helped me." You tell him. He sniffles, looking down at the ground. "I still shouldn't have been so selfish. You had no control, no choice." He whispers. Maybe you won't be able to convince him. He may learn by actions, not words. The only way he'll understand is if you show him that it's okay.

As the door opens up, you realize you don't have time to do that right now. "Well, I've decided. She'll come with us. However, she stays with me." A deep voice says from behind you, Namjoon smirking at the two of you. Your eyes flicker between the two men, Seokjin's mouth hung open in shock. "B-But why does she have to stay with you? I'll be okay, I'll make sure she doesn't get in trouble." He stutters, standing up. "I met her tonight, I did this to her, she's my responsibility."

"No." Namjoon's voice so deep it reverberates through your whole being. "You fucked up, Seokjin. You don't get to hold responsibility over her. You were selfish, reckless, and this is the punishment. From now on, she stays by my side. She does not leave my side. You do not talk to her." Namjoon stalks over you to you, tilting his head to the side as he curls a finger under your chin. "From now on, she's my pet." He smirks.

You smack his hand away violently, glaring at him as he rubs his arm. "Like hell I'm gonna listen to you. I don't even know you, and now you think I'm just gonna do whatever you say now? Who do you think you are?" You shout. A hand grips your jaw tightly, the mysterious leader looking down on you intimidatingly. "A feisty one. I like it. Not my type, but I just have to break you in, that's all. Hoseok, shut her up." He calls behind him, his eyes locked on yours. He has no actual control over you, no connection like Seokjin has, but his mere presence, his power, had you almost kneeling. Almost.

You open your mouth to defy, but something pops into your mouth, a small ball, and a collar attached to it is wrapped around your head. Your eyes widen as you're unable to close your mouth, or even speak. A ball gag. Did they really just have this laying around or with them at all times? You try to speak, the only noises emanating from you being strained groans and gurgles. "Perfect. That oughta shut you up for now." Namjoon smirks, patting your cheek. "Maybe I'll keep this on you when I take your virginity."

"No! You can't-" Seokjin runs at him, but is cut off by a large backhand against his cheek, the hand that was just on your own cheek, as if he was just a small fly and Namjoon was the swatter. "As I said, Seokjin, you hold no power. Come. Hoseok and Yoongi, you're in the car with me. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. I trust you to take care of the bodies. Take Seokjin with you." Namjoon commands. You look to Seokjin, whose still knealt on the floor. The sadness on his face, the defeat, you wish desperately to hold him, to tell him everything is going to be alright. Everyone nods, and Namjoon grabs your hand, pulling you out of the room. You try your best to call back to Seokjin, but all that comes out is gargled whines.

You pass by a few people, and try to call out to them, but just a glare from Namjoon has them silent, ignoring your muffled cries. The grip he has on your wrist is tight, and you have no doubt you'll have a bruise. He pulls you all the way out to a pair of awaiting, black cars, and he rounds the car to open the door for you, putting you in the passenger seat. The back doors open, Hoseok and Yoongi climbing in as Namjoon climbs into the driver's seat.

The car ride is tense in the front seat, the men in the back seat chatting away about their night. From what you've heard, he brought the gag you were wearing. He was planning on using it but apparently "her mouth was so fucking good" that he let her scream while he fucked her before he killed her. A tear rolls down your cheek as you think back to earlier in the night. That could've been you. You were talking to him before Seokjin swooped in. Seokjin. Your supposed knight in shining armor. Is he okay? You can't help but worry about him. Was Namjoon always so harsh with everyone? If so, you're scared of what he has in store for you.

Namjoon takes a turn down a dirt road, the path shrouded by trees, blocking the moonlight. Through the dense foliage, in the distance you see a large metal gate. Namjoon presses a button ad you approach the gate, and it slides open, allowing the car to pass through. A long driveway leads to a large house that make you feel insignificant in size. It's a lot nicer than the venue of the party, the dark elegance of it giving off a sort of foreboding feeling, as if when you step through the front door, you'll be doomed for eternity.

A garage door opens, and Namjoon pulls the car into it, and it's fairly large. He parks and turns off the car, the men climbing out of the back. "Come on. Follow me." Namjoon says to you, opening the door for you. You glare at him before reluctantly climbing out, following behind him as he leads you into the house. It's gorgeous to say the least. For a group of vampires, the flooring and walls are fairly bright. Eggshell walls garnished with intricate paintings, white marble floors, it was bright, but cold.

"Follow me please." Namjoon says, ascending the grand staircase. You decide to follow him, figuring it'd be best not to find out what would happen to you if you disobey. You're in their territory now, their domain. They have the upper hand. They could catch you and kill you before you can even think of a way out. You bunch up your dress, careful not to trip up the stairs. Maybe if you're obedient he'll take this stupid gag out of your mouth. You can barely swallow with it on, you're constantly wiping drool from your chin.

You're lead up to the third floor, the top floor, up to a dark oak door. Namjoon stops, hand on the doorknob. He turns it, revealing a large, dark room. The walls are painted a deep maroon, a king sized bed with plush pillows and a midnight duvet draped over it, neatly made. You're surprised, the room seems dark, but kind of cozy. That changes when you see a large, mahogany cabinet in the corner of the room, an intricate dragon carved into the top. You raise an eyebrow at it, and he chuckles deeply, noticing your reaction.

He stands behind you, moving your hair to the side and unbuckling the gag. You sigh in relief as you close your mouth, your jaw aching after being kept open for so long. He tosses the gag on the dresser, and you reach up to sooth your jaw. You stand there awkwardly, looking around, wondering what you should be doing. What was Seokjin doing? Somehow, you knew he was far away, but it felt like he was getting closer. Is he ok? Will he be here soon? Caught up in your own thoughts, you barely realize he's undressing until you hear the clink of his belt.

You shift uncomfortably as he sits on the bed, smirking over at you, his shirt unbuttoned. He does the come hither motion with his fingers, and you raise your eyebrow at him, shaking your head. "Y/N, is it? Do you realize the situation you're in?" He asks, a seemingly playful glint in his eye. You gulp, avoiding his gaze. Where is Seokjin? You desperately wish he was here right now. The feeling you have, he seems closer now, getting closer by the second. It's probably just your desire to be around him that's causing the feeling, wanting him to swoop in and save you again.

Namjoon gets up, stalking towards you, and you slowly back up. "Right now, you are in my room, in my house, surrounded by dangerous men that are under my control. You may not be under my control, but I have no doubt that in time, you will submit to me." He says, backing you against a wall. He has physical power over you, but you are in no way connected to him, and refuse to give into whatever he's trying to do. You try to turn away, but he grabs you by the waist, picking you up and carrying you over to the bed. You cry out, writhing in his grasp as he flips you onto your back, pinning you to the matress as he looks over you. "You're mine now. You will stay by my side, and you will not disobey me. Do you understand?" He asks, leaning his head down, his lips hovering over your neck. Was he going to try and bite you? Is he about to kill you?

His hands slide down your body, pushing the hem of your dress to bunch at your hips. He wraps your legs around his waist, and you've never been more uncomfortable in your life. You try to squirm your way out, writhing and hitting and shouting, but he just pins your arms above your head. "The less you move, baby, the less this will hurt." He smirked. 'Please. I don't want this. Seokjin, please help.' You think to yourself, closing your eyes and preparing for the worst.

Before anything more can happen, there's a soft knock on the door, Namjoon groaning at the interruption. "What is it?" He calls out, clearly annoyed. "Namjoon, please, can we talk?" A soft voice asks through the door, and the mere sound of it has you sighing in relief, much to Namjoon's disapproval. "You," He says to you, teeth grit "don't get to say anything to him." He warns. You hate him. You want to talk to Seokjin so bad. You wanted to know what's actually going on, you wanted him to help you. "Come in!" Namjoon shouts, climbing off of you to sit next to you, your body still sprawled out and disheveled.

The door creaks open, and Seokjin steps in, dirt staining his elegant clothing. As soon as he walks in he sees you laying on the bed, your dress up and your legs open, a tear rolling down the side of your face as you look at him, and at that sight, something takes over him. "You son of a bitch." He growls before charging at Namjoon. You move before they topple over you, standing and watching the brawl as they both fall from the bed to the floor. Everything moves so fast you can barely tell what's going on until they stop rolling, Seokjin on top of Namjoon, repeatedly connecting his fist with his face. You do nothing but look in horror.

Someone must've heard the quarrel because a young man with dark hair comes rushing in, pulling Seokjin off the leader. More men flood in, and it takes three to hold Seokjin back. A vein on his neck protrudes, his face red from rage. Namjoon groans as he gets up, rubbing his damaged face. "Why the hell would you do that?" Seokjin cries. "You have no right to take her virginity! It's not your decision to make who she gives it to!" He shouts. That's what he's mad about? He thinks Namjoon took your virginity?

Namjoon chuckles, standing up and leaning against the bed, rubbing his bruised cheek. "Look at her." He says simply. "Smell her. I didn't take anything." He shrugs nonchalantly. Everyone looks at you, and you're still embarrassed at your disheveled appearance, even though your dress had fallen back down, you still felt dirty from him trying to take advantage of you. "He's right." You croak, and all eyes turn to you. "He tried, but he didn't actually do anything." "See? I told you. I didn't do anything." Namjoon shrugs proudly.

"Just because you didn't go all the way with her doesn't mean what you did was right." Seokjin says, pulling out of the men's grasp. He's fuming now at how easily Namjoon brushed off the situation. "Stand down, Seokjin. I told you before. You have no power in this situation." Namjoon smirks. He stands up, straightening his clothes out. He stands in front of Seokjin, trying to tower over him intimidatingly, but it doesn't work. Seokjin straightens out, and he's about the same height as Namjoon, not backing down. "Namjoon, I think we both know that that's isn't true." He smirks. He seems different somehow, more courageous then at the venue.

"Y/N, come here." Seokjin says, holding his hand out to you. You avoid looking at Namjoon as you take Seokjin's hand, standing close to him. A loud chuckle startles you, and Namjoon stands there, a smile on his face. "So that's what's going on, huh?" He chuckles again. A round of mumbles sounds throughout the room, and you notice all the other men are just as confused as you are. "Well fine then. Why don't we make a deal?" Namjoon asks. "Since you're no longer loyal to me by connection, if you stay loyal to me out of your own free will, you can have your little toy."

You look up at Seokjin, whose glaring at Namjoon. "I stay loyal to you professionally. What I do in my free time is out of your control." Seokjin adds. Namjoon smiles, holding his hand out. "It's a deal then." Namjoon smirks, shaking Seokjin's hand. "She's too squirmy anyway. I couldn't do anything unless I tied her up. Which, I wouldn't have minded." Namjoon winks at you. "Come on, Y/N, let's get you to where you'll be staying." Seokjin says softly, wrapping his arms around your waist. Everyone watches in shock as he simply walks out of the room with you, Namjoon grimacing at Seokjin's newfound bravado.

Seokjin brings you to a room, and it's a lot cozier than Namjoon's room. The walls are painted a soft blue, a queen sized bed tucked into the corner of the room, a TV sitting on top of the dresser and a desk with a computer against the wall. It feels warm and inviting, and you sigh in relief as you finally don't feel a darkness looming over you. You look over at Seokjin, whose ruffling his hair, leaning against the desk. "Y/N, what did he do to do to you?" The worry and hurt on his face saddens you.

"Um, he really didn't do much. They gagged me and brought me here, then he took the gag off and put me on the bed and slid my dress up and laid on top of me and pinned my arms and then you came." You explain, shifting awkwardly on your heels. It doesn't seem like a lot when you say it out loud, but to you, it felt like everything. Before you know it, a strong pair of arms wrap around you, and Seokjin holds you in his embrace. "I'm so sorry." He mumbles.

"He's not gonna do that to you anymore I promise." He says, leading you to sit down on the bed. You feel safe with him. You feel like you can finally breathe again. "Seokjin." You whisper, looking at the ground. "Yes, my dear?" He asks. He's still so charming, even in this situation. "What exactly is going on? What did Namjoon mean by 'loyal by connection'?" He sighs, scooting back to sit against the wall, and you turn to face him.

"Well, let me think on how to explain it." He says, looking off in the distance. You nod, waiting for him to say something else. "So, you feel the thing, right? The connection between us? I know in the car, I could feel exactly where you were, how far away you were. Did you feel that?" You nod, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "Well, we call that a tether. It connects a master and their follower. A follower is someone who was turned, and whoever turned them is their master." He explains.

"So, you're my master?" You ask. The title seemed strange to you, but it made sense. "That's right." He said. "I was Namjoon's follower. He turned Hoseok, Yoongi, and I. All the guys in the house are his followers." "Wait," you interrupt "what about the other three guys?" "Oh, well, they were following another vampire, an enemy of Namjoon. Namjoon killed him, and once a vampire kills another, the killer becomes the new master. So, the younger ones became tethered to Namjoon." You nod in response.

"There are ways to break a tether. One of the main ways is if a follower turns someone, and becomes a master. Once a follower becomes a master, they are no longer tethered to their master, and are no longer loyal. That's why 'no turning' was are main rule, and I broke it tonight with you." He explains. "So, you're not tethered to Namjoon anymore, so you're not under his control anymore?" "That's right." He nods. "And we have the tether, the connection, so I'm loyal to you." You think out loud. "What exactly does that mean? Do I have to follow your orders or do everything with your permission or something like that?"

"Oh, no no no." He shakes his head. "I won't be controlling. You can do pretty much whatever you want, I won't make you do anything you don't want to like Namjoon does." He promises. "You can do whatever you want. The only thing I ask is for you to not go near Namjoon. I don't trust him anymore. I made a deal with him to only stay loyal through our business, but other than that, I would rather stay as far away from him as possible."

"I promise, I won't go near him. I'd rather stay away from him anyway." You say, looking to the side. "Hey." He says, placing a finger under your chin and gently turning your head to face him. You look into his sad eyes, and he smiles, cupping your cheek with his large hand. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks softly. You nod, relaxing into his touch. It feels good here, like you belong here. What is this feeling? Is it because of the tether? The connection? Or is it something else?

"I'm sorry I pulled you into all of this. I'm glad you're not hurt though." He smiles. "Don't be sorry. My life kinda sucked anyway." You giggle, leaning back against the wall next to him. "I still took your life away. I don't know anything about your life and I took away everything you had." He frowns. You turn to face him, grabbing his hand. "I'm a twenty-three year old mail room sorter that lives alone in a studio apartment, has no friends or close family, not even a pet. I went to that party to change up my routine, take a risk. Now, apparently, I'm a vampire with a very handsome master in the most beautiful house I've ever been in. I don't think you ruined anything." You smile.

"You think I'm attractive?" He asks, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "That's the part you focus on?" You laugh, and he shrugs. "I wasn't sure if you actually thought I was cute or if you just wanted a hook up." You roll your eyes. "Well, I definitely could've met someone ugly. Plus, I'm not exactly one for hook ups, obviously." "So, you don't mind staying here?" He asks. You shake your head, smiling. "I'd love to."

"That's great." He smiles, and it really is the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. The way his plump lips curve, he pearly white teeth exposed. You look at his lips, desperately wanting to feel them on your own. You remember how it felt earlier, and your breath starts to get heavy as you think of what more could've happened if he didn't bite you. Maybe things would've gotten-

"Oh, you're still in your dress." He says, interrupting your thoughts. "Why don't you borrow some of my clothes for tonight and we can go buy you some clothes tomorrow? Or we can even go pick up clothes from your place if you'd prefer that." He suggests. He could order you to do anything he wanted, yet he was very sweet about everything, making sure you don't feel under his control. "I think I'd like my clothes." You nod. "Alrighty then. Tomorrow night we'll go out and get your clothes." He nods. Right. You probably can't go out in the sunlight anymore.

He gets up, going to his dresser and grabbing a shirt and some sweatpants for you. "Here. You can wear these for now." He smiles, handing you the clothes. You get up and take them, smiling your appreciation before going into the bathroom to change. The bathroom is pretty neat, towels neatly folded on a rack, things nicely organized. You slide your dress off, and go to look in the mirror, and realize something strange. Aren't vampires not supposed to see themselves in mirrors? The thought partially leaves you as you see two small, reddish-purpleish dots on your neck. You lean closer, examining the marks carefully. They aren't too noticable, small with only slight bruising. Makeup would be able to cover it right up.

You get dressed and walk back into the room to find Seokjin also dressed in sweatpants, but no shirt, his broad shoulders and toned torso on full display to you. You don't realize you're staring until he walks over to you, smirking and tilting your head to look him in the eyes. "You know, normally it's rude to stare, love." He smirks. "But, you can stare as long as you want." A small gasp leaves your lips, and he chuckles at your reaction. He pulls you close, his body cold to the touch, but you don't mind it. You look at his chest, your small hands running over the skin delicately as his arms wrap around you.

"Y/N..." He trails off, licking his lips. You look up at him, and his face looks soft and tender, but his eyes look darker. "I'm sorry I kinda ruined things earlier. If I didn't, you know, would you have done, things, with me?" He asks. Your eyes widen, surprised that he seems a bit nervous. All you can do is nod, and he raises his eyebrows. "Would you have let me be your first?" You nod again, and he smiles. "Would you still let me do that?" Another nod from you has him as bouncy and giddy as a kid in a candy store.

Did he mean to do this right now? You lick your lips nervously, looking to the side as you wonder if you'd really be okay with doing that now. Seokjin seems to catch on, rubbing your back soothingly. "Hey, we don't have to do it now. Just let me know whenever you're ready. I'll take care of you. Okay?" He speaks softly, and you nod, thankful for his understanding. "Thank you." You whisper. He pulls you closer, slouching to hug you tightly, and you do the same, stretching to wrap your arms around his neck.

You yawn, and he chuckles, looking at the clock on his nightstand. "I guess it is pretty late. Or, early I should say." You pull back to look, and it's seven am. "I think it's bedtime, don't you think, darling?" He asks, and you nod. "Um, if you don't wanna sleep on the bed I have a-" "I wanna sleep in the bed, with you." You interrupt, and he smiles. "Alright then. Which side do you want?" He asks.

You think about your own apartment, the way your bedroom is set up. You don't worry about anyone coming over and spending the night, so your bed is also against the wall. Next to the wall was your favorite way to sleep. "Can I sleep next to the wall?" You ask softly. He nods, placing his hand on your back. You smile, climbing onto the bed and making your way to the other side of the bed. You slide under the covers, and everything is so comfortable, you almost fall asleep immediately. He chuckles, turning off the light and climbing in after you. It's dark, so you can't see anything, but you can feel him next to you.

You face the wall, feeling comforted by how normal feels. He shifts around, his arm slipping under your pillow, but he doesn't move close to you. For some reason, you're thankful for this. You've never cuddled with anyone or anything, so you're thankful he's keeping his distance for now. It might not be so bad to cuddle someone though. What does it feel like, to be so close to someone? In due time, you're sure you'll find out. For now, you drift to sleep, thankful for how kind he is.

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Little Piece Of Your Heart

She sat on his couch legs draped over his watching a show they had seen about 100 times, neither of them really paying much attention. He gazed at the phone screen scrolling through his apps waiting for the girl he liked to text him back, he jumped as soon as the text came through answering back almost instantly. She watched him, he was always smiling when it came to Alice, always holding onto her last word or carrying the conversation, she was never interested enough to keep it going, he was. She watched as he flicked his brown hair out his eyes, his gummy smile appearing as he read her text, he may have been paying attention to his phone but she could only watch him, wondering if he ever got that excited when she texted or if he smiled that way thinking about her. He sighed unhooking his legs from hers, getting up and stretching. 

‘Where are you going?’ She asked sitting up with him, he looked at her as if he had just realised she was also here. Charming.

‘Uh Alice asked me to come over, I’m gonna run over for a bit, Hobi should be home soon, you can hang with him until I get back if you want, then we can order food and sleep. Sound good?’ She nodded lying back down on the couch sighing, she wouldn’t start an argument over this, that was never her, if she would argue he would finally know how she felt, she wasn’t ready for it. Instead she smiled sadly watching him leave. 

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Her alarm went off at the irregular ungodly hour, she was never a morning person, or an early riser in general, but today she was actually working and that required a 6 A.M start. She often questioned why she chose a job she had to wake up so early for, couldn’t she have picked something easier? Like a sugar baby perhaps? She rolled out of bed anyway dragging herself through her morning routine before running out the front door, inevitably late. 

He walked into the building, smiling to the receptionist before walking into the lift, pushing the floor button and prepping himself in the mirror. This was an important shoot and he wanted to make sure he went in looking semi decent. He had picked out a white sheer button down and some blue jeans, his hair still slightly messy from his bed head but the stylist would fix that, he concluded that he looked pretty good just as the lift dinged for his floor.  She saw him practically bounce into the room and she smiled as he sat in her chair, his energy was astounding for eight in the morning, and ever so slightly contagious. He had an aura of innocence about him, she liked him already. 

‘You must be my model for today? Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N!’ She spoke smiling at the face in front of her, she could see why he was a model, his chiselled jawline, dark hair and eyes, his body, from what she could see under his shirt, was miraculous to say the least. He looked up at her, taking in her features quickly double taking her, she was beautiful, he looked at her bewildered for a moment before snapping himself back to reality. 

‘Oh right sorry! You can call me Tae, it’s lovely to meet you.’ He spoke in a deep voice making her swoon for a second, she cleared her throat quickly getting back to work. 

‘So, how did you decide on this job when you could easily be a model yourself?’ He spoke causing her to lose concentration momentarily and push slightly too hard on his right eyebrow, she squeaked in surprise quickly getting a wipe and dulling the colour slightly. He chuckled to himself before relaxing back into his chair. She stood quiet for a moment too long trying to fix his eyebrow, he thinks she could model? She wanted to laugh out loud at the ridiculous thought, but all she could do was blush.  

‘I was good at it so I thought I may as well get paid for it.’ She muttered back to his question, he opened his eyes and looked at her, well at least she was honest. She ran a finger across his eyelid forcing him to close them again so she could get back to work. 

‘I see, I see, that makes sense!’ He spoke with slightly too much enthusiasm, she blushed at how interested he was but carried on regardless. He mumbled an incoherent question to her as she moved a brush gently across his soft lips, why he thought he could talk when he couldn’t move his lips was a mystery to her. She took a step back and looked at his face catching the different angles, to be honest his face was practically perfection, there wasn’t much to be done, his cheekbones were sharp and eye catching. His cat like eyes glowed beautifully under any light, he was captivating to say the least, however, his lips were what drew her in the most. 

‘Want to know how they taste?’ He whispered when he realised what she was looking at, she cleared her throat turning away quickly messing around with some brushes to look busy. Someone yelled for him to be on set, saved by the bell. He stood up placing his hand on her hip whispering in her ear. 

‘I wouldn’t mind if you did.’ He walked off to set and she followed closely behind, she needed to be close for touch ups, hair, make up and costume, she would be nothing but up close and personal with him today.

Tae had been dreaming of this shoot for years, he couldn’t afford to mess it up, he was already a big name in the modelling world, he knew that, but this would push him up to everyone knowing who he was. Now all he had to do was figure out if she was distracting him or making him better. She stood behind the photographer watching the photos fly across the screens one after the other, he would look striking and handsome, genuinely flawless, then he would giggle or smile and her heart would swoon at him. His duality was causing something to stir within her that she wasn’t sure if she wanted just yet. 

‘Hair and make up touch up please.’ The photographer called snapping her out of her daydream. She walked onto the set walking closer to him inspecting his features. She could see where he had rubbed parts of his face causing the make up to smudge, she rolled her eyes, boys and make up, how hard is it to not rub your eye for a couple hours? 

She pulled a wipe out from her little pouch pushing it gently over his under eye then covering it again in make up, she also decided on tinting his lips slightly and ruffling up his hair, it gave him more of the ‘bad boy next door’ vibe. He placed a hand on her and pecked her on the cheek whispering a small thank you in her ear, she blushed nodding turning to walk away. He grabbed her wrist pulling her back into him gently. 

‘Don’t take your eyes off me love.’ He whispered again letting her wrist go and watching her walk away, god was he having fun. 

‘Okay second wind, you ready to go?’ The photographer spoke to his model, Tae nodded and smirked making sure she was watching closely. He began posing for her, she could tell, it wasn’t the body she was paying attention to however. The faces he was making made her knees give out under her, the way he touched his lips or bit them, the way he looked down at the camera like he was about to utter the most devilish filth. He had her so effortlessly wrapped around his finger and she wasn’t even ashamed to admit it. A few hours passed by and the photographer called the end of the shoot, everyone began collecting up their things, packing away cameras and lights, many congratulated Taehyung for his performance, calling him outstanding and a visual delight,whatever that was supposed to mean, he left the set beaming so she assumed it was good. She was the last to leave the set heading to her designated room beginning to tidy up after herself. She began washing her brushes and putting them away safely making sure she had everything with her, the worst thing now would be to leave one of the important brushes behind, no way was she forking out for a new one, this career was an expensive one if she left stuff behind. 

He walked out of the changing room buttoning up his shirt checking to see if she had left yet, he was hoping she was hanging about. She picked up her things to leave beginning to walk out of the make up room, her head shot up as she saw a figure in front of her gasping in shock, she was sure she was the last one to leave.

‘Glad to see you kept your eyes on me babe, you deserve a reward for being such a good girl.’ She was never into this kind of talk, being babied, looked down at, degraded, but for him, she would obey every little command. 

‘Oh really? What could you possibly give me, that I don’t already have?’ He stopped trying to button up his shirt leaving the last 4 buttons undone, stepping closer to her, she looked up at him noses brushing against each other. 

‘How about, dinner, with me?’ He spoke quietly, breath brushing over her lips as she watched the way his lips moved, enjoying every sensation shooting through her body. His hand gently resting on her hip just on the curve of her ass, other hand playing with her fingers, hair tickling her cheeks, under a spell could be the only way to describe the precarious situation she was in. 

‘Hmm sounds pretty good, I could go for some food.’ She spoke back just as gently as he had, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips quickly. He smirked enjoying the full control he had. 

‘On one condition then.’ She frowned not quite understanding, he was the one asking her out? Why did he get to set conditions. 

‘What would that be?’ He pulled his face away from hers straightening up and pulling her closer, she placed her hands on his chest and looked up into his eyes. 

‘You do a little modelling for me after, because you, are a work of art and I’d love to see how well you move for me.’

[taenamseok]

Masterlist

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Starting a family with you has always been Taehyung's dream, and when you give him what he wants, he couldn't be happier.

It was your first day off with Taehyung in a while, and you both decided to spend it being as close as possible. You haven't seen him too much due to his hectic schedule and you planning for your wedding that's coming up in two months. You've been very stressed and have been dying to have a relaxing day with your fiance. The day was full of movies, cuddles, a bubble bath, it was absolutely perfect. Being around him always made you happy, the way he always held you close, his playfulness like that of a child, and it warms your heart. Although he's very sweet, playful, and caring, and you've loved all of the cuddles and affection you've received today, the way his fingers grazed over your skin as you were watching movies, the way his leg rested between your legs, the way his hands rubbed your shoulders while you were in the bath, you couldn't help but become a bit, bothered. It was the end of the day, so you decided to go lay down in bed together. "I'm gonna getcha!" He smiles, chasing you through the hallway. "Tae! Stop it!" You giggle, running into the bedroom. You hop onto the bed, shuffling all the way to the up to the pillows. Taehyung stands at the end of the bed, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. He jumps onto the bed, immediately gripping your leg, holding onto it tight as he tickles the bottom of your foot. "Tae! No! Stop it!" Your voice betrays you as you giggle uncontrollably, kicking furiously as you try to get him to stop. He continues until you laugh so hard you can barely breathe, and he climbs off and sits next to you. "Calm down, baby, breathe." He chuckles. You hit his thigh as you continue laughing, and he fakes a cry of pain. He lays down next to you, pulling you on top of him, his arms wrapping around your waist as your head relaxes against his chest. You calm down, his hands gently running up and down your back. "Tae?" You ask softly. "Yes, baby?" "We've been together a while, right?" You start. "Well, yeah, six years. And we're getting married soon." He chuckles. "And we want a big family." "At least 5 kids." He replies. "Right. So, I was thinking, why don't we, you know, start now?" You suggest. You can feel him tense under you, his hands stop moving, his eyes wide. "Wait, what? Are you serious?" He asks, sitting up with you still in his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling and nodding. His expression softens, his eyes droopy and watery as a genuine smile spreads across his face, a small laugh escaping his lips before he presses them against yours, taking you by surprise. Your thumb caresses his cheek as you relax into his kiss, his grip around you tightening. You feel something against your thumb, and you pull back, worried. You gasp as you see tears falling slowly down his cheeks. "Tae..." you trail of, wiping his tears. "I-I'm sorry. I'm just so happy." He sobs softly. Your heart races at his confession, and you wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him into a tight hug, his head pressing into your chest. "I love you so much." He mumbles, and you chuckle lightly. "I love you too, Taehyung. So much more than you could ever imagine." You reply, running your fingers through his hair. His hands start to move across your back, his face moving up towards your neck. His lips place light kisses against your skin, his hands sliding down, grazing over your shorts. "So, when did you plan on starting this?" He smirks against your skin. His touches, the suggestive tone in his voice, the soft, happy Taehyung is now gone. His hands grip your hips, pulling you to grind against him, and you gasp as you feel his bulge press against you. "Do you feel what you did to me, Princess? Do you know how long I've waited to feel your walls around my bare cock? How long I've waited to fill that pretty pussy with all of my cum?" He growls in your ear. Your sweet Taehyung is definitely gone now, and has been replaced by the powerful, sexual, practically animalistic version that has you begging for him every time. He continues to pull on your hips, his lips attaching to your neck. You moan softly as his fingers knead the soft flesh of your ass, your hips moving against him on their own. You grind down on him hard, taking your lip in between your lips as your heart races, your panties gradually becoming damp. "Well, aren't you need? You've been waiting for this, haven't you? How long have you been wanting this?" He asks as his hands slide into the back of your shorts, gripping at your bare flesh. "A-a long time. So long." You groan. He slides his hands out, flipping both of you over so he's laying on top of you. "Well then, why wait any longer?" He smirks. He wastes no time tearing your clothes off, tossing them to the side before stripping down himself. His body pressed against yours, his skin hot as your fingertips danced across it. "Fuck, Princess. I don't know if I'd be able to make it through all the stuff we normally do. I just need to get you really wet. You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you." He says, trailing kisses down your body. You nod, your breath hitching as he spreads yours legs, putting them over his shoulders. His breath fans over your need core, and your fingers tangle in his hair, the anticipation driving you crazy. You shiver as his tongue dips past your folds, your hips bucking wantonly towards his sinful mouth. "Oh fuck." You moan as his tongue flicks against your clit. He reaches up towards your face, stretching out his middle and ring fingers, and you get the hint. Your lips part as he pulls his off of you, leaning up to watch as he pops his fingers into your awaiting mouth. He groans softly as your tongue swirls around his digits, making sure to coat them well. "Shit, I wish I could feel those pretty lips around my cock, but right now I just need to cum inside that tight pussy of yours." He sighs, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and immediately shoving them inside of you. You gasp in surprise, your back arching as he starts to pump them in and out of you. His thumb pressed against your bud, and you tell can he's very impatient right now, trying his best to get you wet enough as fast as he can. "Eager much?" You chuckle between heavy breaths. "Very. God I've wanted this for so long." He groans. He thrusts his fingers inside of you until the sound echoes against the bedroom walls. "Yeah? You wanna fill me with your cum? You wanna put a baby in me?" You smirk. You've never actually tried dirty talk, but you've known he's had an impregnation kink. He talked about it before and he always said he wanted a big family with you. "Fuck yes I do. I wanna see you walking around here with a big round belly." He sighs. "I think you're ready. You're soaked for me, baby." You moan at his words, his deep voice also setting your heart ablaze. He kisses up your body slowly, your fingers tangle in his soft locks as he makes his way to your lips. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" He asks softly, his nose grazing against yours. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. "My God, I love you." He groans. You wrap your legs around his hips as he grabs hold of his cock, guiding it past your slick folds. You both sigh in content as he fills you up, stretching your walls as he pushes all the way into you. "Oh shit, going in raw is so much better." He growls, his fingers gripping your thigh. "Come on, Tae, move." You beg, your hips moving on their own. "You want me to move? You want me to fuck you? Good and hard until my cum is spilling out of you?" He smirks. "Fuck yes. Please." You whine. "I will, under one condition. Since I'm putting a baby in you, I want you to call me Daddy. You think you can do that for me, Princess? You wanna make me a Daddy?" He asks. You're a little shocked. You've been together for so long, yet he's never asked you to do this. Maybe it's because of the situation? Well, he is going to be a father, so it makes sense, but will he really like it when you say it in the bedroom? "Y-yes, Daddy." You stutter, and to your surprise, you feel his cock twitch inside of you, a low growl escaping his lips. "Fuck, that's it, Princess." He moans. He pulls out just to slam back into you, causing you to gasp. He grunts as he pounds into you, keeping a rough, fast pace that takes your breath away. He hits deep inside of you, leaning back and angling himself to hit your sweet spot directly, and you moan loudly. "Say it. Come on, Baby, say it for me." He groans. "F- I-I don't know i-" "Oh come on, you were so confident earlier, talking dirty, now what, you're getting a little stage fright?" He smirks, snapping his hips harder into yours cockily. "Oh, fuck Daddy!" You scream, arching your back. "That's it Baby. Whose fucking you so good?" "You are, Daddy! Oh, oh fuck!" You cry out. "That's right, Princess. Fuck, I can't wait to see you walking around with a big belly. We're gonna have a baby, and then I wanna make another one." He grunts between thrusts. You whine as his thumb presses against your sensitive bud, and you feel so close to coming undone. "Come on, Baby. it wouldn't be fun if I came first, would it? You're so close. Come on." He says, his voice softening a bit, becoming slightly whiny, which happens when he's close. His thumb circles faster, and after a few more thrusts you moan out, warmth washing over you as your body shakes violently. "Shit shit shit shit." He whimpers, snapping his hips one more time before burying deep inside of you as he buries his face in your neck, warm liquid coating your still spasming walls. His body relaxes on top of yours, your chest rising against his as you catch your breath. "Holy shit." He huffs, and you giggle. He pulls out of you, his eyes watching as the cum drips out of your abused hole. "Fuck, that's such a pretty sight. Your naughty little pussy dripping with my cum. I wanna see that more." He smirks, looking up at you, and your cheeks turn pink. You cover your face with your hands, slightly embarrassed. You loved the dirty talk, but something about him staring at your area just makes you shy. "You're so fucking cute, Y/N. You let me do all of that and you said all that stuff and NOW you're getting embarrassed. That's adorable." He chuckles, flopping down next to you. He grabs your hand, pulling it away from your face and bringing it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it. "I love you so much, Y/N." He smiles. "I love you too, Daddy." You giggle, and he sighs. "Damn, I could get used to hearing that." He smirks, pulling you to his chest.

*A year later

"I still can't get over how adorable she is." Jimin smiles, bouncing your baby girl on his knees. "Makes me want one." Jin sighs, pinching her chubby little cheeks. "Yeah, but you have to get a girlfriend first, Hyung." Jungkook chuckles. "You brat!" Jin cries, grabbing a pillow off the couch and chucking it at Jungkook. "I'm Worldwide Handsome, boy, you think I can't get a girl?" "Guys, please be careful around Jiwoo. She's so delicate." You cry, putting your hands out to stop them. "Sorry, Y/N." They pout, ending their quarrel for now. Taehyung wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. "Hey, can I talk to you in the room really quick?" He whispers in your ear. You nod, getting up and trusting the boys with your precious baby girl as you follow Taehyung to the bedroom. "What's up, babe?" You ask, closing the door behind you. As you turn towards him, his hands cup your cheeks as his lips land on yours. You're shocked, but you quickly relax into the kiss, enjoying the first intimate moment since you had Jiwoo. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as he breathes heavily. "I want another one." He says. "What?" You ask, looking up at him. "I want to make another baby. Right now. Please?" He asks, giving you puppy dog eyes. "B-but everyone is right out there." You stutter. "Yeah, watching Jiwoo. That means we have some alone time." He smirks. You think about it for a moment before smiling up at him. "Ok, Daddy." You smile. "Fuck yes." He sighs before pulling you in for another kiss, leading you backwards to the bed, more than ready to make another addition to your little family.

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[taenamseok]

Golden heart

She looked around the party watching a few particular people, she always ended up standing in the corner looking down at her cup and sighing. She really needed to stop coming out to these things. ‘It’s a good way to meet people!’ everyone would always say, for her it was just time to stand in the corner of the kitchen watching people make bad decisions. Parties weren’t her thing and neither was alcohol. She hated random hook ups and the effects of alcohol. Despised seeing people make stupid decisions and throw up in the hosts swimming pool, she always ended up disgusted at the people hooking up and throwing shots back like it was water. Hated parties and everything they stood for. She refilled her cup from the sink and stood to the side, a boy came rushing through the kitchen shoving his head into the sink, she looked down at him disgusted as he threw up his stomach contents and running straight back to the dance floor, She ran the tap getting rid of it so she didn’t have to look or smell it. 

'Well that was impressive.’ A voice spoke beside her sounding genuinely amused. She looked up at him squinting her eyes, he had brown hair parted down the middle a piercing in his brow and tattoos down his uncovered arms. He wore a casual plain t-shirt and a pair of skinny black jeans, he was cute she guessed, for a frat boy. 

'You think so? I just think it’s gross, he’s going to kiss someone with that mouth.’ She shivered thinking about the poor girl connecting her mouth to his. The boy laughed beside her, a hearty and warm laugh, it made her smile gently without even thinking about it. okay, he was really attractive, he had this bad boy vibe that she always seemed to fall for. She knew it did her no good and always ended in heartbreak, but what’s life without a little chance?  

'How do you know it won’t be you? Hmm?’ He smirked leaning down closer to her she could smell the alcohol on his breath but he didn’t seem even tipsy at this point, she guessed he just carried his alcohol better.

'Uh no thank you sir, I will be going home in the next 20 minutes if this keeps up.’ She said placing a hand on his chest to push him away, he hardly moved which made her sigh, placing down her cup and crossing her arms accidentally on purpose pushing her breasts up. He looked at them blushed and looked straight back up at her eyes, no way was he coming across as an ass-hat, not today, not with such a pretty girl in front of him, the guys were going to be so proud he bagged this one. 

'You can’t leave yet, the party has hardly started, here what’s in your cup I’ll get you another.’ He offered picking up her cup and taking a sip. If there was anything he prided himself on was knowing exactly what someone was drinking, he screwed his nose up looking through his eyelashes at her.

'Water? That’s what you’re drinking?’ She shrugged not really phased by the look he was giving her.

'I don’t like alcohol or it’s effects on good people, sue me.’ She spoke taking the cup back and pouring the contents down the sink, it was about time to leave anyway. He grabbed her arm as she went to walk away pulling her through the living room turned dance floor and up the staircase, he lead her into a bedroom and shut the door behind him, even if he didn’t do it with her, he could at least make it look like he did. She lifted her hand smacking it across is soft cheek making it turn a deep shade of red, the anger boiled inside of her stomach as she opened her mouth to scream at the boy.

'Who the HELL do you think I am?!’ She yelled in his face, he put a cold hand up to his cheek easing the sting slightly and smirking, his cockiness was not something she was warming up to.

'Listen babe, you looked like you were bored out your skull, I wanted to take you away from that.’ He answered innocently, he didn’t want anything from her, not really, he just wanted approval, to not be seen as the baby or the newbie in this damn house anymore, in all honesty he was never that big on one night stands anyways, but the others were. She balled her fists angrily gritting her teeth, he was attractive, his smile was contagious, his cockiness was intriguing, his tattoos were beautiful. But she was not this girl and she would not be falling for it any time soon.

'Get out of my way, I don’t even know your name.’ She frowned pushing past him, he grabbed her upper arm stopping her in her tracks pulling her slightly closer to his chest.

'Jungkook babe, the names Jungkook.’ She rolled her eyes harder than she ever could, Jesus this boy was infuriating. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and smiling sweetly.

'Well Jungkook, get out of my god damn way before I make you.’ He smirked raising his hands in defeat stepping away from the door letting her leave, truthfully all he wanted to do was talk to her for a while, have the guys think otherwise but quickly realised maybe he went about it the wrong way.

She sat down in the library placing her books in front of her and sitting back in the chair. Confused was the only emotion she had at the moment constantly thinking back to the night before, she couldn’t shake his face from her mind, his tattoos littered down his arms, his cocky smile pulling at his lips and that sultry look in his eye that just screams take me to bed. She was attracted to him sure, he was her type, that was obvious, but she couldn’t understand what has possessed him to drag her through the party like that. She threw her head back grabbing her hair and tying it up gently and getting to work.

He stepped into the library saying a quick hello to the librarian who he had become familiar with, she smiled at him in return as he wondered through the isles of books. He picked out a book and began searching for a seat. He spotted one and quickly walked to the desk in the middle sitting down, he opened the book on the first page settling into it. Jungkook didn’t really need to study for his classes, he was a bright young mind and felt there was no need to study what he already knew. Instead he came to the library just to read anything he felt like picking up that day, he loved his friends but they were a lot sometimes, this gave him a much needed break from the frat boys he shared his time with.

She looked up from her book to see a boy sitting in front of her deeply into his book, she squinted her eyes at him realising who it was and quickly throwing her head back into her book. Did he know she was sitting there? Did he remember last night? What was he doing here? She refocused her eyes to see she was staring at him again and he was smiling at her.

'Nice to see you too.’ He spoke softly before turning back to his book. She frowned completely unable to concentrate on studying now.

She flipped the page of her notebook and wrote down a note and pushed it towards him.

'What are you doing here?’ he looked up at her confused then down at his book like it was grotesquely obvious.

'What does it look like I’m doing? I’m reading you drama nerd.’ She huffed at the note looking down at her Shakespeare book lay on top of the desk.

'I’m not a drama nerd I’m an art nerd, I just like reading Shakespeare.’ He raised his eyebrows and made a little 'okay then’ face before flipping the book closed and looking at the front page, her name scribbled across it.

'Well Y/N the art nerd, I’m sorry about last night, sober me wanted to talk. Drunk me didn’t do it the right way.’ she smiled down at the note and looked at him once again. His eyebrow piercing mostly hidden behind his fringe that he was wearing down today, big round glasses placed on the bridge of his nose, they would look comical on anyone else, but on him they were perfect. His tattoos covered by a dark blue hoodie zipped almost fully up, he didn’t have a jacket with him, was this boy immune to the cold? He looked more innocent, younger, like he should be in a library, not a frat boy who came to read up on new alcohol mixes or something.

'it’s okay, I liked talking to you before you yanked my arm out its socket.’ she smiled tearing the paper out handing it to him and getting back to work on her research. He read the note again smiling a toothy grin and biting down on his lower lip shyly.

He closed the book he was reading writing down his number, he handed the paper back placing his book back on the shelf and bidding goodbye to the librarian on his way out. She unfolded the paper looking down at the number and smiling, god she was falling Hook line and sinker for this shit.

'Subtle handing me your number and running away.’ She typed out sending it to him, getting a reply instantly she smiled looking down at it.

'I was scared you might slap me again, running was my safest option.’ He replied back, she snorted putting her books away and heading out the library.

'How am I supposed to study with you texting me? Hmm?’ She questioned him fully aware that she was now heading home to do absolutely nothing.

'I refuse to believe you’re still in that library, and hey if you can’t study come to this party tonight…?’ She pondered it for a second before typing back.

'Do you think a party is a good idea? I drink water…’ She was thinking about it however, it’s not going to cost her anything to let go for one night…

'I promise you I can find one drink you’ll like.’ She raised an eyebrow, that was a pretty big promise to make.

'challenge accepted.’ It’s not going to hurt to try it once.

'Why do we have to leave because you have a date, I have tests coming up I need to study for!’ Tae whined as Jungkook hurried them out of the house.

'It’s not a date, she thinks it’s a party!’ He answered practically shoving them out the door.

'Well here’s something to ponder Kookie, if she thinks it’s a party why would no one be here?’ he shoved them out the door leaving them to fend for themselves before looking at Yoongi to answer his question.

'I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.’ He spoke slamming the door and pressing his back to it.

She read the text with the address and time looking it over, she shrugged and walked into the house anyway just assuming she was probably early.

'Hello? Jungkook?’ She jumped a foot in the air as he popped his head around the corner.

'Hey sorry I’m in here come through!’ He said before disappearing again. She followed the sound of clinking glasses standing in the kitchen doorway.

'Am I early?’ She questioned timidly realising it was only her and him here.

'No you’re just in time actually, it’s not a party, I may have only invited you.’ Her eyes widened as he walked behind her pushing her into the kitchen placing her gently where he stood before.

'Jungkook! Why didn’t you just tell me I still would have came.’ she frowned leaning her elbows on the counter top looking at the mess he had made. 'What is all this anyways?’ he perked up walking around to the other side of the counter pushing a glass in her direction.

'I’m glad you asked, try this.’ He spoke expectantly waiting, she took a deep breath tipping the glass back and coughing at the liquid spitting most of it out.

'Disgusting what was that.’ He smirked pouring another drink with a different liquid.

'That was vodka and lemonade, try this one.’ This one was pinkish in colour and she was slightly hopeful. She took a sip as the bubbles hit the back of her throat she burped slightly at the air in her belly and blushed.

'Tasted okay but too many bubbles.’ she spoke hiccuping. He smirked at the alcohol slowly taking effect on her.

'Okay try this one I’m sure you’ll like it.’ It was in a tall glass and she smirked at the little umbrella at the rim. She took a sip through the straw and her eyes widened in surprise and delight. It tasted fruity, mainly peach and oranges and she sipped happily.

'You might want to slow down there y/n, it is still alcohol.’ She had to practically pull the straw out of her mouth sighing in delight at the taste lingering on her tongue.

'that’s really good what is that?’ She spoke taking another sip. He blushed slightly not wanting to say the name so telling her what’s in it instead. She raised an eyebrow glad she was able to pinpoint the fruit juices.

'Okay and if I ever go out and want to order it? What’s the name?’ He blushed scratching the back of his head, she hadn’t noticed how flustered he had become so he decided to go for the cocky approach.

'It’s called a slow comfortable screw babe, order it if you want.’ Her eyes widened as she blew some of the liquid back out through the straw causing some of it to splash on her face. Jungkook pulled a dishcloth out from the drawer and handed it to her so she could wipe her face.

'regardless of the name, it tastes really good, may I-’

'have another?’ he questioned for her, already pouring it. She looked at him and smirked, this was going to be a disaster. She could already feel the alcohol taking effect, her head was dizzy the corners of her eyes blurring out. This was the part she hated the part she decided was what she never wanted, but for tonight and tonight only she would go further to see what the fuss was all about. He placed the drink down in front of her grabbing a bottle out the fridge for himself, he didn’t plan on getting drunk, he wanted to remember as much of this as he could, also he was getting someone who never drank a bit wasted, he had someone to take care of tonight.

'So if no one else is coming, is this a date Mr frat boy?’ He looked up from playing with the label on his bottle to make eye contact with her.

'Frat boy? What about me actually screams frat boy?’ He was genuinely curious, he always thought he was more of the outsider in the house.

Jin was a ladies man and everyone knew it, the oldest of the group sure to graduate next year with honours of course, had every girl at his finger tips. He didn’t need piercings or tattoos to stand out he just naturally did. Hoseok, the dance major, everyone begging to be his dance partner always the life of the party and would happily take any girl who requested it. Yoongi, the enigma, no girl could understand why they all swooned but they did, Jungkook always assumed it was because he put out this bad boy persona like he could say he loved you just to shatter your heart, but in all honesty was the nicest and most honest guy you would come across. Namjoon the closet nerd, was the biggest party animal and girl magnet but most of the time was reading up on something, Namjoon would stick out more if his girlfriend wasn’t a complete babe. Jimin, there was nothing to say about him he was a total Chad, party animal with an alcohol tolerance of a Scottish father, every girl wanted him but he kept himself completely off limits, he didn’t want a name for himself. And last but not least Tae, Jungkook could say he related a lot to him. Tae was in on scholarship just like Jungkook, so he had to study and keep his grades to stay where he was, but he loved his brothers just as much as the degree he was studying, therefore took part in all parties and bad decisions. 'All part of the experience brother’ Tae would tell him over and over. And then there was himself, the youngest, the quiet one, the one girls tended to stay away from, the library nerd. The only reason he ended up in the frat was because they took pity on the punk looking little boy looking lost on campus, this frat house wasn’t the muscle boys and gym rats. It was more party animals and discount bad boys, Jungkook looks the part but never acted the part. 

'I don’t know the piercing the tattoo the leather jacket blah blah blah very bad boy, very frat boy.’ she replied sipping on her drink slurring ever so slightly.

'I guess I fit the frat boy description then huh, and it’s only a date if you want it to be.’ She sighed pouting thinking intently, she hummed taking the last sip of her drink and sliding the glass back to him.

'I’m not sure yet, make me another drink and we’ll find out.’ she pathetically flirted and shrugged, passing it off as if it wasn’t driving her crazy inside out.

'Do you want to try a blow job?’ He asked pulling things out the fridge like he hadn’t just asked her what he did, her eyes shot out of her skull as she smacked the boy on the arm.

'JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK?!’ She screeched full volume maybe not realising how much effect the alcohol had.

'Oh shit no, it’s a shot! I don’t want, I mean I do, but like not like, ah shit.’ she burst into laughter, him getting so flustered clearly thinking he had messed up. She took a deep breath regaining composure and grabbing his arm.

'Yes, I will try a blow job.’ He smiled at her leaning in to connect their two lips together.

'Wow clearly I came back at the wrong moment.’ He heard a voice from the doorway.

'I MEANT THE SHOT!’ He screeched at the older turning around to face him. Tae stood against the door frame book in hand smirking at the scene before him.

'We don’t take advantage of drunk girls in this house, everyone must be sober Kookie’ Jungkook rolled his eyes stepping closer to Tae.

'What are you doing back anyways? And its not like that one bit.’ Jungkook defended making Tae smile.

'I know Kookie I know, I just needed my book you two kids have fun.’ He patted him on the shoulder walking back out the house.

'okay where were we?’ he spun around on his heals to face her, but she wasn’t stood where he left her, god damn it drunk girls.

'Y/N?!’ He screamed going from room to room, glass of water in hand to sober her up slightly, maybe he had gone a sip too far. He came to Yoongi’s bedroom swinging the door open finding her sitting in the middle of the room flicking through a notebook, oh dear, oh shit.

'Y/N, we can’t be in here come on.’ He put his hand out for her to grab but she snapped her head up to look at him smiling.

'Who’s room is this? This is beautiful.’ She was reading what looked like maybe a poem or lyrics, either way it was something heartfelt and 100% something no one, bar Yoongi, should know about.

'I don’t know babe, come on let’s go to my room how about that?’ She stood up quickly, accidentally bumping into his hand, knocking the cup and causing a small spill on his shirt, she gasped and looked down at the spill and snorted. He rolled his eyes picking up the book and placing it on the desk.

'What are you giggling at you drunken mess?’ She giggled again moving closer to him poking at his chest.

'I can see your nipple huh, I forgot guys have those things.’ She spoke pinching it, he yelped moving back and running down the hall into his room, she followed close behind collapsing on his bed laughing hysterically. He placed the water on the bed side table, sitting her up forcing her to drink some of it. He turned around taking his wet shirt off and putting a dry one on and changing out of his jeans into shorts. She watched him get changed the back muscles flexing as he moved, a tattoo she hadn’t seen reaching around his ribs.

'Agh!’ She yelped he turned around quickly in case she had hurt herself. He looked at her and laughed a hearty laugh looking at her trying to pat dry her lap.

'how did you manage to dribble it down you.’ He spoke through gasps of laughter.

'Well you see, I looked up momentarily and there was practically a naked man before me, I drooled, in short.’ He laughed again before helping her up, she slipped her shirt over her head, making him cover his eyes quickly she laughed at his bashfulness before removing his hand so he could see her.

'it’s just a nipple Jungkook, see!’ She said pinching his nipple again making him yelp once more.

'You need to stop doing that, I’ll start pinging yours.’ He spoke sternly walking over to the dresser to grab her a shirt, he quickly slipped it over her head smiling at how baggy it looked on her. She removed her trousers and slipped under the sheets, grabbing Jungkooks hand pulling him down on top of her. Their faces lay inches apart she pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

'this was a good date Kookie, I enjoyed it.’ He smiled pressing his lips to hers once more shifting so he lay beside her.

'I enjoyed it too, now go to sleep, we can talk more tomorrow.’ she closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly letting the alcohol sit in her body, sure to wake up with a hangover the next morning.

The sunlight poured through the gap in the curtains beaming down on her face, causing her to stir slightly before rolling over throwing her face in the pillow, she threw her arm over the empty side of the bed to find it not just full but also laughing. She shot up looking around realising quickly that this was not her room, not her bed, not her clothes and really not right. She looked at the boy beside her taking in his features and relaxing slightly.

'We didn’t, we never, you know…’ He smiled pecking her cheek before passing her some pills and water.

'What kind of man do you take me for my dear, and FYI you totally wanted it.’ she swallowed down the tablets choking slightly on the excess water.

'I didn’t not, don’t talk crap.’ She spoke confidently, even being drunk for the first time she was almost certain, this, was not something she would want.

'Oh yeah, you were all, oh Jungkook please i’ll do anything, I’ll try a blow job, even ask Tae he heard it!’ She laughed remembering parts of that moment.

'Oh really, because from what I remember you meant the shot and got all blushy when I questioned it.’ she challenged he looked down at his hands blushing again. She smacked his arm climbing out of his bed.

'What are you doing?’ He questioned as she wandered around his room picking things up and examining them.

'I’m trying to get to know you, figure you out.’ He walked over to her sitting down on his computer chair.

'Oh really so tell me, what are you figuring out?’ he questioned curiously.

'Well, you’re a music major which is cool, you’ve got a lot of music sheets here, notebooks, I’m assuming are filled with lyrics that I will never see.’ He nodded agreeing along listening to her speaking, enjoying the sound of it. 'You’re a little gamer boy by the looks of that set up, but it doesn’t take a genius to see that. You’re a family man, with all these photos sitting about, however I have one unanswered question.’ He perked up pulling her hand, dragging her closer to him.

'and what’s that sweetheart?’ he spoke morning voice still laced through his vocal chords.

'if you are a music major, why were you not studying music, rather reading a book about wildlife?’ he smiled glad this was her only question.

'JIN MADE FOOD JUNGKOOK!!’ Jimin screamed from the hallway his feet thumping down the stairs.

'Care to join us for breakfast? And then maybe we can go out for lunch later?’ She looked down at her outfit shrugging, she requested a pair of shorts slipping them on and grabbing Jungkooks hand kissing him softly before pressing their foreheads together.

'I would love that.’

[taenamseok]

A/N: Hello everyone! So, music really motivates and inspires me, so I decided I'd pick a few artists and do series of one shots based on their music. I have picked two artists so far, and will start with Lil Peep. He was such an amazing artist. This is the masterlist for said series. These one shots are just the ideas I get from listening to the songs. This is not a memorial to him or anything, this is solely based on his music, so no one get offended by this. Each of these will be written in the guy's perspective. I'll just be posting as I finish them and whenever one is done, I'll link it to here. I hope you guys like it.

Kim Seokjin

Sex With My Ex

U Said

Min Yoongi

White Wine

Girls

Jung Hoseok

The Way I See Things

Star Shopping

Kim Namjoon

Life is Beautiful ☆

Benz Truck

Park Jimin

Sunlight on Your Skin

Kiss

Kim Taehyung

Beamer Boy

Another Song

Jeon Jungkook

Honestly

Cry Alone

#bts #bts v #kim taehyung #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts jin #bts jungkook #bts rm #bts suga #bts au #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #park jimin #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #min yoongi #bts imagine #bts scenario

[taenamseok]

Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Sometimes just lollipops can't satisfy your craving.

You reached into the drawer in the end table, reaching into the bag and pulling a random lollipop. Taking the wrapper off quickly, you popped it into your mouth, sighing at the feeling of having something in your mouth. You had an oral fixation, and you felt weird without something in your mouth. You've tried many things over the years, biting your nails, eating, and now, you've resorted to lollipops. There was a bag in every room of the house, just so you had them nearby whenever you got a craving. There was another thing that filled your craving, but your boyfriend, Namjoon, was in his in home studio, working on something, so you figured you wouldn't bother asking if he'd help you. Thinking about him, you decided to drop in and see how things were going. You put your book down and went to his studio, not bothering to knock since once you ruined a recording because you knocked. You walked in, seeing him with his headphones on, bobbing his head slightly as he leans back in his chair, index finger tracing over his bottom lip. You snuck up behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder as you come into his sight. He takes off his headphones off, handing you them. "Hey, do you mind listening to this? I want a second opinion on it." He asks. You nod, putting them on and waiting for him to restart the track. He hits play, and you bob your head to the beat. He asked you to listen to it, but the only thing he can focus on is the way your lips wrap around the stick of the lollipop, puckering as you suck on it, imagining the way your tongue swirls around the sugary treat. "Its great. I love it." You smile, taking the headphones off. "Really? Oh, that's great." He smiles back, trying his best to pull himself out of his thoughts. He avoids looking at you, and you're worried that you didn't give him the answer he wanted. "Joonie, you okay? Did I do something wrong?" You ask softly. "What? No, no! Never!" He assures you, slipping his finger into the loop of your jeans, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down onto his lap. As you land, you can feel something against your bottom, and you smirk. "You know what those lollipops do to me though, baby girl. You know, instead of sucking on these on the time, you can always just ask me." He smirks, nuzzling his nose into your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin, giving you goosebumps. "Well, I thought you'd be too busy." You whisper, looking at him innocently. "Baby, you know I'm never too busy to help you with your little problem. If you have a craving to have something in your mouth, I'm always there for you." He whispers, placing soft kisses on your neck. You moan softly as his hands slowly rub your thighs. "So, you'll let me do it?" You ask softly. "Do you really think I'd ever say no to that?" He chuckles. You smile, happily sliding down until your knees hit the floor. You smile as you look up at him, your fingers slipping under his sweatpants and pulling them down along with his boxers until they bundle at his ankles. You sigh as you see his cock half hard, slowly rising for you. It's when you gulp that you realize you still have the lollipop in your mouth, sucking it. You feel his fingers on your chin as he tilts your head to look at him. He grips the stick, pulling it out of your mouth with a soft pop, your mouth left hung open and you watch him bring the lollipop to his own lips, slipping it into his mouth. You gulp as he looks at you with his brow cocked suggestively. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He asks with a smirk. You smile, your fingers gently wrapping around his aching cock, causing him to gasp softly, his hips jerking forward at the contact. You pump your hand slowly, brushing your hair to the side as you bring your face closer. You look up at him as your tongue traces the large vein on the bottom of his cock, his head falling back against the chair. He moans as your tongue swirls around his red tip, leaving small kitten licks to tease him. You can't resist any longer, wrapping your lips around him and sliding him further into your mouth, moaning around him. Out of everything that you use to satisfy your craving, this is exactly what you need the most. He's never rough with you when you suck him off. He always makes sure that it's about you, satisfying your craving, letting you set your own pace, do whatever you liked. He never rushed you, it was just something calming for you. Your eyes closed as your tongue laves over him, your cheeks closing in around his shaft. "Fuck." He whispers softly, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth. You hum around him, your hand pumping him slowly as his hand softly brushes the hair out of your face. A harsh suck has him keening over with a gasp, his thighs shaking as you look up innocently. You start to go slow again, taking your time and enjoying the weight of his cock on your tongue. As you're lost in the feeling, your teeth accidentally graze his skin. It's very soft, but a loud moan tumbles from his lips, and you pull away. "I-I'm sorry. It was an accident." You stutter, letting go of him and leaning back. He cups your cheek, pulling you back towards him. "No, baby, it was good. It didn't hurt at all. You can do it again." He breathes. You sigh in relief, nuzzling your cheek in his hand as his thumb caresses your skin. You shuffle forward, taking his member in your hand once more and pumping, quickly taking him in your mouth again. "Wait, baby, why don't we turn so I can still work? I really have to work, but you can still do your thing." He smiles. You pull back, nodding and backing under the desk and letting him turn his chair, getting comfortable before both of you get back to work. You grip his member again, your tongue gathering the salty precum that leaked from his tip before taking him into your mouth again. The way he throbs against your tongue you can tell he's close, so you work your hand over him as you bob your head a bit faster than before, causing him to tense. He tries to concentrate, but the only thing he can really focus on his the way your tongue presses against his vein, your slow bobbing and pumping, the way your saliva coats his cock, and he gives in, leaning back and closing his eyes, only focusing on your ministrations. His cock twitches against your tongue, and you both moan, his thighs becoming shaky. You can feel his hips move slightly, and you decide that it's time to focus on him instead of only your craving. You start to move faster, hollowing your cheeks and pumping what you can't fit in you mouth. "Oh fuck." He gasps, his fingers in your hair. You keep going like that, and you graze his shaft with your teeth. He moans loudly, shaking as your mouth is filled with the bitter, salty taste you've grown accustomed to. You suck, making sure to get everything before swallowing, pulling off of him with a quiet pop when you're done. He backed his chair up, letting you crawl out from under the desk. He puts his member away before patting his lap, asking you to sit down. You happily take a seat, wrapping your arms around he neck. He smiles and places a kiss on your cheek. "I know we do that for you, but I'm so glad that you love it so much." He sighs happily, causing you to giggle. He reaches over into his desk drawer, reaching into the bag and pulling out your favorite flavor and taking the wrapper off for you. You open your mouth, and he groans as he places it in your mouth. "I'll never get tired of seeing that." He smirks. "Now you need to get out of here, I can't concentrate with you being so sexy." He chuckles. "Fiiiine." You sigh, getting up. "Thank you, Joonie!" You smirk as you walk no. "No, thank you, baby girl." He says before you're out of view. "Damn, that girl is gonna be the death of me." He chuckles to himself before getting back to work.

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