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briaroftheroses · 2 months

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Earth Angel

soft!dom!kit walker x virgin!afab!reader

warnings: smut, p in v sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, handjob (kinda?), aftercare, my first time writing for a man 😭, so much fluff it’s actually disgusting, kit kinda doms the reader but its more like guiding them on what to do, no pronouns used but explicitly talks about the reader having female body parts and reader wears a dress, no y/n.

word count: 4.4K (4486 words)

a/n: this is my first time writing for a male character so i’m sorry if it sucks 😭💀 i’ve also not finished asylum yet so pls no plot spoilers. im only halfway through but i really love kit and just wanted to write for him. @domripley and @g-h-o-s-t-b-a-b-i have waited so patiently for this crappy fic.

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The hands of the clock on the wall slowly ticked towards 6pm as you hurriedly bustled around your kitchen. It seemed as though the more you focused on the impending time, the slower the hands ticked forward, seconds stretching into what felt like hours. A cruel trick of the mind, and one you were unable to help. Every time you heard the minute hand click forward, your eyes snapped to the offending clock, nearly groaning in frustration when it hadn’t magically fast-forwarded time to when you wanted it.

6pm was when Kit walked through your front door. Every Thursday, at 6pm on the dot, the mechanic would saunter into your home as if it were his, wrapping you in his arms and lavising you with sweet words and kisses. And every Thursday, without fail, the clock on the wall seemed to mock you as time slowly marched on.

‘Earth Angel’ played over your small, crappy radio on the window sill, you softly humming along and swaying to the melodic music when you finally felt the breeze of the outside air and heard the front door burst open and closed again, Kit’s heavy footsteps carrying him to you.

This was a ritual that the two of you had carried out for months. You met Kit on a date, ironically enough, with another man, one your father had chosen for you. The evening had inevitably ended with you turning the man away, as you promised your father you would, and Kit sliding himself next to you on a stool in the cozy diner, charming his way straight into your heart. You knew your father would never approve of your love affair with Kit. ‘Greasemonkey’ your father would mumble whenever you were with him while Kit filled his car with fuel, the pair of you sharing stolen glances and secret smiles all the while.

You were broken out of your thoughts when Kit’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his head nestling comfortably in the crook of your neck.

“Smells good,” he mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to your neck, swaying along with you to the music. The gravy you had prepared bubbled on the stove while your little egg timer dinged, signaling to you that the chicken you had been cooking was finally ready, and Kit reluctantly let you out of his arms. He watched as you carefully pulled the tray from the oven, turning off the gas before the baking tray clattered to the stovetop.

“You take such good care of me, suga’,” his accent was clear as the nickname rolled from his tongue, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek, quickly taking the opportunity to pull you away from the food, showering your face in a million tiny, quick kisses as you continued to laugh against him.

“Come on, stop that. Unless you want your dinner to be cold by the time you eat,” you swatted him away, wriggling out of his embrace, a bright smile still painted across your lips as you glanced back to see a pout on his.

Kit whined as you pulled away to begin fussing over plating up dinner, trailing behind you like a puppy desperate for attention, the sound causing another laugh to escape you.

“Missed you today,” he mumbled as he watched you scoop out mashed potatoes and an assortment of vegetables onto the plates, vying to tear your attention away from a dinner seemingly more important than him.

“I missed you too,” you smiled as you reached your hand behind you, searching for his face and cupping his cheek when you found it, stroking your thumb across the expanse without looking up from your task.

Kit huffed as you fretted over the final presentations of your dish, pressing himself closer to you once again, his hands finding their way to your hips. “C’mon, doll. Just one little kiss?”

Your smile burned brighter as you turned around to face him, spinning in his arms and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, turning away again just as quick, just when Kit began to melt into your touch.

Your hands gripped at the edges of the dinner plates, showing off your creation as Kit backed away to allow you the space to face him without the roast dinners smashing across the floor.

“Dinner is served,” you grinned up at him proudly as you made your way to the dining table, setting the plates down.

Kit huffed once again as you settled yourself in your chair, prepared to tuck into the meal as soon as Kit sat down. He grabbed the back of his chair, tugging it to your side of the table before sitting himself mere inches from your side, grinning at you cheekily as he dragged his plate towards his new spot, “much better.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him as he apparently forgot about his hunger, and the food in front of him that could satiate it, as he sighed contentedly at the sound of your laugh, better music to him than anything that could play from the radio. He would have been happy to simply stare at you all night, admiring the features that adorned your face, but a rumble from his stomach, accompanied by a pang of painful hunger, broke him out of his love drunk stupor.

“Come on, lover boy,” you encouraged, pushing his fork to where his hand rest on the table. “Eat up.”

Kit practically guzzled down his dinner, eager to have you against him again, despite only being a few inches away. He soaked up the last drops of gravy with a piece of bread that had been pushed to the side, impatiently finishing off his plate as you pushed your own away from you.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled at you as he finally wolfed down the last of his food, turning to face you. “Best damn chicken I’ve ever had,” whether Kit was exaggerating for your benefit or not, his words still brought a blush to your face as you moved to clear up the plates, but Kit’s hand shot out to your arm to stop you.

“Nuh uh, you go get yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll sort this out,” of course, what Kit meant by that was spraying the plates with the warmest water your boiler could provide within a few seconds of impatient waiting before practically sprinting to your living room to find you sat on the edge of your couch, just as eagerly waiting for Kit’s return as he was to get back to you. The dishes could wait until the morning.

You quickly crawled into Kit’s lap once he was situated on the couch, a groan leaving his lips as you crashed yours against them.

This was all you had ever done during your Thursday nights and stolen moments when no one was glancing. Kit was far from pure when you had met, of that you were well aware, and while he assured you that he was more than content to just have your lips on his, anxiety still had a tendency to creep in and gnaw at you at the thought of him needing more. It wasn’t that you were waiting to intertwine yourself with someone in marriage, like so many expected of you, but more simply that you had been waiting for the right person, your knight in shining armour, your prince charming to sweep you off your feet. And while you wholeheartedly believed that Kit was truly the one you had been saving yourself for, a feeling of insecurity still wrapped itself around your heart and squeezed whenever you dared to imagine Kit seeing you in such a position. But now, as you moulded yourselves against each other, you were delighted to find that the only feeling that filled you during that moment was elation and butterflies. And so, with your heart pounding against your ribcage so rapidly you were sure it was about to burst out of your chest, you allowed your hand to trail ever so slowly down Kit’s, creeping under his white t-shirt when you reached the hem and splaying your fingers over his smooth skin.

You felt Kit’s muscles contract at your touch, a near-whimper leaving his mouth as he pulled his lips away, his forehead bumping against yours and allowing it to rest there as his head lulled forward.

You allowed your hips to begin slowly grinding into his, finding yourself unable to speak the words that you finally wanted to say, your mouth running dry at the prospect of the night ahead.

“Suga’, you don’t have to do that,” Kit’s hands stilled your hips, his voice unmistakably higher, your movements obviously having some sort of effect on him.

“I want to,” you assured him, pushing past his grip to continue your motions, Kit’s head falling right back at the sensation of you grinding against his lap.

“We don’t have to,” Kit insisted again, determined to not allow the growing stiffness in his pants to cloud his judgement.

You shushed him gently, allowing your still hand to begin running along the skin under your fingertips, almost hesitantly, as your hips ground down harder.

“I want to,” you repeated, feeling Kit’s growing length beneath you as you continued to toy with the skin of his abdomen, the muscles there jumping under your touch. “I’m ready now. I want you to be my first, Kit. Please.”

Kit’s hesitancy quickly began to dissipate as you pleaded with him, surging forward to capture you in a bruising kiss as you wrapped around each other, the line where you stopped and Kit started blurring as the kiss consumed you both.

“We really don’t have to,” Kit assured you again, his actions in contrast to his statement as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, kissed and sucking at the skin there until dark purple blotches bloomed in his wake.

“Wanna,” was all you could manage out as Kit’s efforts made you weak, a high-pitched whine coming out as he sucked at the spot below your ear, smirking against your skin at your reaction.

“That feel good, doll?” You nodded rapidly as you urged him to continue, your hands weaving into his dark, wavy locks, holding him in place.

Kit continued for what felt like a blissful eternity, marking your body as his as your grinding motions slowly worked you both up, a wet patch forming as you leaked onto your underwear. Kit eventually tore himself away from your neck, leaving one last sweet kiss there.

“Come on, I want you to be more comfortable for this,” Kit encouraged you to cling to him before standing up, bringing you with him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist while your fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Kit manouvered through your house, taking the path to your bedroom that he had so many times before for late-night cuddles and sweet nothings whispered between you both in the dark.

When you reached your room, you felt the soft mattress of your bed hit your back, Kit tumbling down after you, hovering above you, his forearms propping him up as his fingers reached to play with a lock of your hair.

“You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Kit reminded you, his words whispered as he looked at you splayed out beneath him. The faint glow of your lamp illuminated his face in a soft golden hue, and your eyes nearly teared up at his sincerity.

You hummed out an agreement, reaching up to once again pull his mouth to yours. The kiss was softer than the one you shared in your living room just moments before. It was a kiss full of love and promises of the future, one that seemed to shine a light on the entirety of your future with Kit by your side.

“It might hurt a bit, doll,” Kit warned you, his hand slowly trailing down from your hair, passed your waist and your thighs, to the hem of your dress, giving you every chance to intervene. You never did. “Gotta get you ready first.”

Kit continuously looked up at you as his hand snaked its way under your dress, wathcing for any signs of hesitancy or regret. When he found none, his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, deftly pulling them down your legs until they slipped off and hung from his fingers. He stared at them for a moment, admiring the white lace that adorned the piece of fabric, before tossing them somewhere behind him to be moved to the clothes hamper sometime in the morning, much like the dishes now gathered in your sink.

Kit took his time with your skirt, moving it slowly up your legs and showing no shame in cherishing the sight of every inch of skin he hadn’t seen before, his eyes practically blowing wide to the size of dinner plates when the soft plush of your thighs were revealed to him. Eventually the skirt of your dress was pulled to your waist, the barest flesh of your stomach on display for him, but Kit was much more interested in what lay just beneath it.

You could feel your skin burning up and most likely flushing beetroot red as Kit took you in, the most private of areas that no one before him had seen in this context.

Kit’s fingers immediately went in search of your clit, grinning down at you when he felt the little bundle of nerves slip under his fingers and you let out a whine that was so beautiful to him that it only confirmed his theories that you were an angel sent down from the heavens, just for him.

The pleasure that shot through you at that moment nearly made you scream. You had noticed the tight bundle before, of course. Perhaps even experimented with proding at it, on occasion. But the sensation you brought yourself could never be compared to the one you were feeling as Kit’s thumb continuously stroked over it in slow circles.

“That feel good, suga’?” he asked, staring dreamily down at you, engraving every contort of pleasure on your face to his memory, while you were only able to nod at his words.

Your voice finally found it’s way back to you as one of Kit’s fingers slowly slid inside of you, stilling once it reached his second knuckle, allowing your body to adjust as you screamed out in pure pleasure. “Holy fuck, Kit,” you weren’t normally one to swear, but you figured that moment was a good a time as any. Kit’s smile only beamed brighter at your reaction, experimenting by withdrawing his finger from you, now glistening in your wetness, before slowly pumping it back in.

“Gotta build you up first,” Kit’s words were hoarse and whispered out, his voice gravelly, and the thought that merely touching you did that to him shot excitement through you, your face flushing red until it reached down to your chest, passed the neckline of your dress.

Kit noticed your reaction, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to your forehead, trailing more down the bridge of your nose to the tip, before finally landing a tender kiss onto your lips. “You look so pretty. Always so pretty for me.”

Kit’s words did nothing to calm the evergrowing blush spreading through your body, especially when his next thrust included a second finger. Your body jolted forward, your redenning face finding solace in burying iself into Kit’s chest as you were unable to hold back a soft moan, embarassment flooding you at the noise.

“Oh, baby. Don’t be embarrassed, please,” Kit cooed softly, coaxing your face out of the comforting material of his shirt, raising your chin to meet his eyes. “You sound so beautiful, doll. Don’t hide away from me. Please.” Kit’s affirming words were accompanied by his thumb landing on your clit while his fingers continued their ministrations, each thrust causing it to rub the nerves there, drawing more quiet moans and whines from your lips, and Kit savoured every one.

Kit’s free hand found its way to your back, fiddling with as much material of your dress that he could gather without forcing his hand under you. “Can I?” His eyes were pleading, the unspoken question hanging in the air, and you nodded slowly. You sat up to better allow him to pull the zipper of your dress down your back. He peeled the dress from your body slowly, allowing his eyes to wander over every plane and curve, before you were finally bared to him in nothing but a bra, which he quickly unclipped, throwing both articles of clothing to join your underwear on the floor.

You then lay fully bear beneath Kit, while he remained fully clothed, an injustice you sought to fix as your hands toyed with the hem of his shirt before quickly pulling it up in a sudden surge of confidence, Kit aiding you in wrestling it over his head before he moved on to his grease-stained work trousers. The course navy material was hurriedly stripped from his legs, leaving him in just his stark white briefs, his hardness now clearly visible beneath the thin material. Kit’s hands reached for his waistband, but your own stopped him.

He looked up at you with worry evident in his eyes, a frown pulling his eyebrows together. “We can stop if you don’t want to-”

You quickly cut his words off, shaking your head, your eyes remaining trained on his obvious bulge. “No. No, it’s just…” you trailed off your sentence, your bedding suddenly very interesting in the heat of your mortification as Kit waited for you to continue, “I want to do it.”

A soft smile once again graced Kit’s plump lips, his hands guiding your uneasy ones to were the waistband rest on his hips. “It’s okay, darlin’. Take your time.”

You slowly pulled the tight material downwards, Kit’s cock immediately sprining out and slapping against his stomach. You gave a surprised yelp at the sudden movement, eliciting a chuckle from Kit along with a relieved sigh at the relief from the confines of his trousers and briefs.

You hesitantly outstretched your hand, reaching for the bulbous pink tip of the appendage as you looked on in wonder. It wasn’t until you met Kit that you wondered what one might look like, let alone having seen one before.

The tip of Kit’s cock was slick with precum and it twitched in your hand as your thumb slipped over the heated skin, Kit’s reaction of a low groan earning a worried stare from you, immediately retracting your hand.

“Did- did I do something wrong?” Kit’s frown at your question encouraged you to reach for his cock again, this time wrapping your hand around the length of it. “Was that a good sound?”

“A very good sound, doll,” Kit assured you, rapidly becoming lost in his own pleasure as your hand explored him, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder, letting out a sharp whine as you gave him an experimental squeeze. You couldn’t help but grin a little as you heard the pace of Kit’s breath pick up next to your ear, precum oozing from his tip in a steady stream, coating your hand.

“Wanna be inside you,” his words were breathless and strained as he voiced his desires, a fine sheen of sweat quickly collecting on his forehead as the pressure within him began to build. “You ready for that, baby? It’s okay if you’re not.”

You offered Kit a reassuring smile, attempting to ease his constant worry as you guided him to your entrance, his cock sliding through your slit and collecting your slick, earning a soft whimper from you at the stimulation. “I’m ready, Kit. I swear.” Kit nodded once, his fretting dissipating slightly as he finally eased himself into you.

Your hands immediately went in search of something to cling to, settling on scraping your nails down Kit’s shoulders, dragging angry red lines down with them, as he slowly pushed himself into you. You clung to Kit, inside and out, as his whole body stilled, his cock twitching in anticipation that Kit couldn’t reign in, barely an inch passed the tip inside of you and yet you burned in a pleasurable pain as you stretched to accommodate him.

Kit remained unmoving inside of you, waiting for your signal to continue, and when you gave it, Kit practically collapsed against you, his lips brushing yours. “I promise I’ll be genle,” he makes sure to keep that promise as he slowly pulls our from you before slowly thrusting back in, each tiny movement sending you into a sea of ecstasy that seemed to stretch on forever. Little by little, he fed more of his cock into you until he bottomed out, the flesh of his balls swinging gently against you as he finally filled you to the brim, your mouth hanging open in a constant silent scream as your body tore itself apart between pain and pleasure.

The prickling pain only ceased when you eventually encouraged Kit to begin moving his hips, blunt pain melding into blinding pleasure as he nudged a spot inside of you that ripped a scream from your lungs. Kit knew what spot he hit, even if you didn’t, but his wolfish grin gaveway to the fact that he knew precisely what he was going.

Your nails continued to rake down Kit;s back, coloured a more bright red than the same milky complexion as the rest of his body. In fear of breaking skin, your hands began to roam again until they made contact with his soft curls, a light tug on Kit’s hair forcing a groan of his own out.

“Fuck, suga’. Do that again,” his tone was practically a pleading beg, his accent thick and sending sporadic shivers down your spine as Kit’s thrusts momentarily grew sloppier at the pull of his hair. Your fingers weaved themselves deeper into Kit’s locks at his encouragement, winding into the thick curls before pulling again, harder, and the moan he let out was practically pornographic, something that sounded as if it belonged in those ‘new-age’ films your parents condemned right to hell. You needed to hear more of it.

Your hips began bucking up to meet Kit’s as you reached to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Kit’s eyes slipped closed as he found himself becoming lost in you, propelling straight into pleasure undisovered evenby him. Perhaps it was that you were the one now beneath him that heightened it.

Kit’s lips trailed to your jaw as he lay sprawled atop you, practically humping against you in shallow thrusts as you felt a band in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Kit…” your eyebrows knit together as the foreign feeling in your lower abdomen only grew, attempting to shove Kit away by his shoulders to ensure he heard your concerns. “Something feels weird.”

Kit practically had to tear himself away from you, glancing down to where your thighs shook and trailing to where his cock bulged inside of you, his hand reaching, almost instinctually, to press down on it, causing your whole vision to flash with stars.

“It’s okay, doll. Just give into it. I’m hare, I’ve got ya. Just let go,” with Kit’s words, his spare hand worked at rubbing tight circles against your clit, every feeling flowing into one until all you could feel was Kit.

Your walls constricted around him as you felt the coil in you snap loose, intense, whiteout pleasure overtaking every nerve, every cell in your body. This triggered Kit’s own release as he spilled inside you, a mixture of your cum dripping out past his cock, mingling between your thighs.

Kit was practically panting as his head fell to your chest, his body forced up and down with every heavy breath you took. You hardly noticed when Kit pulled out, or when he started panicking over his cum spilling out of you. You were dead to the world, in a state of pure bliss.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” Kit’s words were interrupted by gasps for breath, still trying to regain a hold of himself as his had twitched towards you, as if he planned to scoop his cum out of you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” his eyes looked up to yours through thick lashes, a pleading look ready to placate whatever anger you felt towards him in that moment, but all he was met with was your glazed-over eyes and tired smile.

“‘S okay,” you looked down at him through hooded eyes, smiling dopely, barely aware of the implications of his words, feeling as though Kit has put your brain through a blender and left you mindless and happy.

Your body gave a startled jolt as Kit’s weight dipped the mattress beside you, not even having realised he had gotten up, now holding a damp cloth and the radio from your kitchen while sporting a lazy grin.

“It’s somethin’ to worry about tomorrow,” his lips pressed against your temple as his wandered back down to your dripping mess, swiping through it with the warm hand towel.

Your bedroom looked like a bomb hit it, with Kit’s clothes, yours, and then the towel that thoroughly needed a wash sprawled across the carpet.

The radio had looped back to ‘Earth Angel’, the very song that was playing on the old rusty jukebox in the town’s diner when you first laid eyes on Kit Walker. Kit’s arms wrapped around you as you dreamily sang along to the music, replacing some words with hums, but Kit would’ve given more money than his house was worth just to hear you sing that song that made him think of you everytime he heard even a second of it. He pulled you into his chest, crading your body in his strong arms and large hands. You felt dizzy and warm and loved. Your lips trailed from Kit’s chest to his neck, planting light kisses before suddenly sucking harshly, soothing the red that you left there with your tongue as Kit looked down at you, shocked and puzzled.

“It’s only fair,” your words were mumbled from your near sleep-state as your fingers grazed the violently blooming bruises across your neck and chest that would take nearly your whole makeup collection to conceal from prying eyes. Kit seemed almost relaxed as your lips explored his neck.

You fell into the most deep and peaceful sleep you could ever recall that night, yours and Kit’s bare bodies clinging to each other as, even in your dreams, your minds both raced with thoughts of one another.

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thefaithfulwriter1 · 4 months

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𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄)

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 |❝ You have bewitched me, body and soul. ❞

Summary - You are a young witch moving to Forks Washington after certain events that changed you. All you wanted was to start anew with your family. While trying to start another chapter in your life you find yourself forming a bond and falling in love with a vampire named Taehyung. Both of you start an adventure with each other and go through the troubles together being, a rare pair, a witch and vampire in love.

Pairing - Vampire!Taehyung x Fem!Witch!reader

Alternative Universe - Twilight Saga

Warnings - Language, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers, Violence, Gore of sorts, Past Abuse, Blood, Semi Smut, Mature Themes, May Add If Needed

Clouds. Trees. Leaves. Green. Gray. Brown. Blue.

There was a vast amount of white and gray clouds of different shades, shapes, and sizes in the grayish blue serene sky. But it stopped in the middle abruptly. To clash along with the different green tree tops. With their unique colors and forms that included different greens and browns. Looking around everything was damp. Drops of water were everywhere dripping beautifully.

Some would probably say it just rained. But you would say the sky had just stopped crying, but that was just yor thinking on the matter. The nature here all clashed so beautifully, just as beautiful and unique as any other place. The place that comes to your mind though, was New York, your home state.Though it was the total opposite of the place you were at now. You still thought they were beautiful in their own way.

The nature and uniqueness were all you could see and could think about at the moment. As you sat in the backseat of her stepfather's car. While the seats before you were being preoccupied by two men. Who were different in their own way but alike in some ways. Right now though the two were bickering continuously. The two had been playfully bantering the whole trip. The two men were your stepfather who was driving, and then next to him was your godfather. Your godfather who you saw as your uncle and called him Uncle Will. Who happened to be sitting in the passenger seat.

"Are we there yet? " William Johnson, your uncle whined to her step-father for the tenth time during your ride. He seemed to be bored at the moment more than anything. Because when he wasn't stuck in his head, or it wasn't a serious matter... he joked around and spoke a lot. Soon you could hear your step-father take a deep breath that was filled with irritation. Seeming to be over with Will's antics, knowing that he was about to joke about a song having hear it before during the drive. Hearing them you looked from the window. You turn to put your attention on the two. Watching the two of them argue again. Being it was one of your sources of entertainment during the drive.

"Man, if you ask me one more time. Imma come from way back when and smack the shit outta you," your stepfather Max Wilson yelled with agitation as he turned to William with an agitated look. After a moment Max then turned to put his focus back on the road. Then and there you could tell he was done with this drive altogether. You could also feel his emotions, irritation. tiredness, but also amusement. That he was hiding very well.

"Here we go again," you had heard a mutter come from the seat next to you. As you soon felt a nudge under your hand. There they were next to you was a black cat with its ears flickering and tail swaying behind them. As they nudge their head under your hand trying to get your attention. The black cat was male. He went by the name of Yoongi, and he was also known as Suga. Who happened to also be your familiar. Looking down, you placed a hand on his head to pet him. You then sent him a discreet nod as you continued to watch the two men in front of you begin arguing again.

"Why you gotta be so rude?" William sang with a pout. As he leaned his head back on the head rest of his seat looking at Max with his wide dark brown eyes. He was being overly dramatic at the moment. But if he wasn't he wouldn't be Will. He was a man who was humorous and a jockster. But when the time called for it he could be serious. But still even then he'd tried to crack a joke to lighten the mood. This caused you to smile thinking about Will and his jokes and humor.

"Why you gotta be so freaking annoying?" Max grumbled with tense shoulders. Even though Max was agitated, he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. While he playfully bantered with his best friend. Max was the serious one of the two. But he could still joke around when the time calls for it. He could still loosen up when he wanted to, but take charge when needed.

"You both sound like an old married couple," you voiced with a chuckle. As you looked at the two men in front of you. Before turning your attention to Yoongi. Who was now climbing into your lap making himself comfortable. With a smile you began to pet him as he purred and lied on your lap. It always made you smile when he was affectionate. Being that he was only affectionate with you.

"Well damn, why you gotta be so rude too, Y/n," William sang again but to you. Turning his head to you with an exaggerated pout on his face. While Max playfully whined like a child. Max then looked up at you through the rear view mirror with his own over exaggerated pout. These two when alone were funny, but together they were hilarious. They could make anyone laugh if they wanted to. Which they did often.

"Why do you guys gotta act like five-year old's Uncle Will? " You retorted back looking at the two with an innocent smile. Shaking your head you looked down quickly at Yoongi petting him trying to hide your giggles. Not being able to help it but egg them on. Yoongi though didn't seem to care as he laughed loudly.

"Oh burn," Yoongi chuckled with his heavy accent. Looking at the two men with a tilt of his head. He was always aggravated with the two and their jokes. But he couldn't deny they were good men. They have done so much for him like you have. He was happy to be a part of this little family and was grateful that they accepted him.

"Oh, shut up you pet," William snapped at Yoongi jokingly. William had a smirk upon his face. Knowing how much Yoongi despised being called a 'pet'. So, William used it every chance he could to get a rise out of the familiar. It was always in a joking manner. Yoongi knew but he really couldn't stand being called 'pet'. Which you could see even in his cat form you could tell he was angered. But you could tell his anger was rising through the bond you had. You also knew he was grumpy because he hadn't sleep that much during the ride. Having been trying to keep you calm. He knew how nervous you were because of the big change you were going through. Everyone knew you hated change.

"That, that is just cold," Maxed started with a shake of his head. While trying to ignore William and Yoongi. The two could go at each other continuously just like himself and William. But the two can get harsh with their jokes. Which Max really didn't want to hear at the moment. So, he tried to keep his attention off them. But it was no use as he heard Yoongi from your lap.

"Call me pet one more freaking time,''Yoongi growled, ready to pounce on William. Though before he could you were quick to pull him close to your chest. As you began to rub behind his ears down his back. Knowing the gesture would calm him. Which led Yoongi to fall into your chest. As he let out a loud purr. William was once again about to say another insult but was stopped by the glare you sent his way. Doing this caused your eyes to change into a reddish orange. Being that whenever you were feeling an intense emotion. At that moment you were annoyed immensely. Seeing this caused William to clear his throat. Not wanting to invoke you and turned his attention to Max.

"Max, well she is your daughter," William said, turning in his seat. Turning his teasing on Max once again. Also changing the subject off of Yoongi. Who was content in your arms. Seeming to be falling asleep as he fell deeper in your arms. Which caused you to smile as you continued to pet him behind his ears.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Max questioned William with a raised brow not denying the accusation. You though didn't contribute to the conversation. Because you was too busy hugging Yoongi close to you and petting him still. Yoongi then nudged you lazily under your chin. Seeming to finally fall asleep as he laid against your chest purring contently.

"Well she must have gotten it from somewhere," William insisted. Which you thought was kind of true as you listen to the two. Yes, Max wasn't your biological father. But Max was the closest thing you had to one. Him having raised you from a young age. So over the years of him raising you, you had picked up some of his habits. Not much but a few that you've carried along with you for years. The two of you never had a problem with it. But William brings it up any chance he gets to tease the two of you.

"You know she's got a mother right. She contributed too," Max retorted. Trying to take the blame off of himself. But Max soon shook his head, seeming to try to rid himself of memories. The memories of the past that haunted him at times. That he had gotten over. But he still had trouble remembering and being scared of it at times.

"Yea but that was one crazy bitch. She's nothing like her and you both raised her. So... she must've gotten it from you bro," William insisted once again. William knew what he said was true and wanted to get his pointed across on the matter. He knew you were nothing like your mother. Having been there in your life for a long time. He was there since you were a baby being friends with your mother for a long time. He was the one who had introduce Max and your mother together. Though he didn't know what happened to your mother. Neither men knew what happened to your mother. But they did know they were happy to have you in their life.

"I hate to agree but you're right man. She's better," Max praised you. As he sent you a soft sincere smile in the rearview mirror. Which you returned happily. Before you looked back out the window. Watching as the scenery went past as the car moved. But soon you looked down, stuck in your thoughts.

You were always happy when Max and William reminded you that you were nothing like your mother. Your mother being a cruel woman. She was nice the first years of your life. But when you started showing signs of magic... she changed drastically. Shaking your head you quickly turned to look out the window watching the trees and sky. Pulling Yoongi closer to you with a sigh kissing his furry head. Smiling when he purred. You were hoping that this move would be good for you. Hoping it would help you let go of the past and start seeing a new happy furture.

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At the moment, you were sitting in your new bed. As Yoongi laid contently in your lap purring. You were watching with amazement and concentration. Practicing your magic to put things in their appropriate places. While watching your magic as it floated things in the air; books, clothes, supplies, all of your things were floating everywhere from boxes. But as you were practicing your magic something came to your mind. You were so grateful for your magic. What would you do without it? But as you thought of that statement. In a quick moment you started to remember your past. The past you so desperately wanted to forget. The past that made you who you and what you were today. A very powerful witch. But what would have happened if she would have taken your powers? What would you have done then?

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Sitting in the corner of a basement you were tied up with rope. Your crying being muffled by tape over your mouth. A woman was standing in front of you, this woman was your mother. She was pacing back and forth vigorously, in panic reading the book in her hands. A book that you learned over the years was a grimoire.

You knew why her mother was panicking. She was panicking because she knew she didn't have enough time. Enough time to do what she had planned with the ritual she had set up for you. The reason being because Max and William would be on their way to save you soon. She was think of what she could do but came up with dead ends.

The reason you knew this was because you could hear her. More specifically, you could hear her thoughts. Her thoughts at the time were erratic and chaotic. But with her thoughts in such a state. it made it easy for you to find out many things from reading them. Being that her walls were down making her vulnerable along with them being loud. One thing that you found out was about the ritual she performed on you the night before. After she had used a spell on you to make you sleep.

The ritual that she had already done on you had made you more powerful than ever. You found out that was all part of her plan she had set up. You were just a vessel to hold the magic. Then she would extract it from you along with your own magic. Which made you weep from her spot in the corner.

That was the night you had been the most scared in your life. But it seemed to be the night that everything had changed for you. You have obtained more power than ever. Then without you knowing your magic had called out to Yoongi your familiar. You then ended up bonding with him as a witch and familiar. Who had been the one to take down your mother. When William and Max found you that night you were sobbing in the arms of Yoongi. Who had untied you and was trying to comfort and sooth you as he rocked you back and forth. While there was a pile of dust in front of you both where your mother once stood.

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"Hey Y/n. It's okay, come back to me. Come on," Yoongi's deep accent voice shook you from the past you were remembering. In front of you was a man. Who had long ebony hair, dark brown eyes, two black cat ears, and a tail swaying behind him. It took a moment, but you soon realized it was Yoongi in his human form. He was wearing his signature color black, a black shirt and a black pair of pants.

"Suga?" You sniffled as tears fell down your cheeks. As you looked around to find everything now floating mid air. Having stopped when you got caught up in your memory. This wasn't the first time this had happened. But everytime it happened you always had Yoongi there to help you through it. Which always made you grateful for your familiar.

"Hey sweetheart," Yoongi soothed. He placed a hand on your cheeks drying your tears and to try and keep you grounded. Looking around Yoongi then with a flick of his wrist, made everything go to their proper place with his own magic. The magic the both of you shared together.

"Was I out of it again," you whispered curiously. Looking into his dark brown eyes wondering what had happened. Sometimes when this happened you could be in a daze and not know what was happening around you. Which caused Yoongi to worry for you.

"Yes, but it's okay," Yoongi reassured you. He then reached behind you and began to pull the blanket on the bed back. He then gently pushed you to lay back into bed. He knew it was a little earlier, but he wanted you to get enough sleep for your first day of school tomorrow. He was worried for you but had faith in you. He had faith that you would get through this and would come out on top.

"Let's get you to bed, okay you've got school tomorrow my little witch," He reminded you softly. As he pulled the blankets over you. Making sure you were comfortable in bed.

"Okay," you sighed. As you began to get comfortable. Looking at the ceiling you were stuck in your thoughts. But your attention is grabbed when you hear a wisp of wind and a soft crack sound. Signifying that Yoongi was shifting into his cat form. When he was down shifting into his black cat form Yoongi then jumped into bed with you. Allowing you to hold him close.

"Yoongi?" You whispered as you petted Yoongi. Who was laying on your chest and purring as he rubbed his head under your chin. He was trying desperately to calm you. Which seemed to be working as you sighed snuggling closer to him.

"Yes Y/n," Yoongi answered. Looking up at you with a tilt of his head, He was curious wondering what you would ask him.

"You won't ever leave or hurt me right ?" You whispered the question that was plaguing her mind at the moment. As you looked down to her familiar of two years. Yoongi was quick to look up at you. He didn't put it against you to ask him such a question after having your mother betray you. You always seemed to ask him every once in a while. Which broke his heart. But he was quick to answer without hesitation.

"Never I'll always be here for you Y/n no matter what. Now get some sleep," Yoongi promised you. As he nudged you under your chin and began to purr. Which led you to fall into a deep dreamless sleep to the sound of Yoongi's purring.

#taehyung x reader #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios #vampire!taehyung #witch!reader #the twilight saga #twilight saga #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung x you

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Suga and Spice

pairing; chef!yoongi x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship, domestic au, chef au

warnings; mainly just wholesome fluffy content with a sprinkle of spice in the form of shower sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 3,588

a/n; missing my other bias and wanted to give him some lurv so here ya go. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth gaping like a fish out of water. A moan that was on the borderline of being a whimper could be heard within the silence of the room as your partner gave out a sigh of content and on the verge of begging for more—

—he shoves another spoonful of the delicious and perfectly cooked food into your mouth to silence your whining that he knew was coming.

“You’re ridiculous, y/n.”

You opened your eyes to gaze into those of your lover’s and gave him a loopy Cheshire grin.

“How are you even real? Are you secretly AI? Is that how you’re so indescribably good at cooking?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with mock annoyance, though the slight quirk of the corner of his upper lip said he was thoroughly amused by your shenanigans.

“You know what you should do, Yoongs?”

Dropping his hand to land flat on the table, he gives you his full undivided attention.

“What’s that, y/n?”

“You should marry me.”

He gave you a deadpan expression, and wordlessly grabbed your left hand with one of his own, holding it in front of you with your fingers splayed and used his other hand’s pointer finger to emphasize on the dainty but custom made engagement ring he slipped on your finger only two weeks ago on your birthday.

“Well I’ll be! Would you look at that?”

You leaned over the short distance to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, one he returned in kind without a thought, the action now second nature to the male. Never one to express his inner feelings, he only hopes that through his gestures and actions alone you’re able to feel what he might never say out loud.

Which you do, of course. Especially when you taste his delectable foods that he puts his entire heart and soul into.

“Did you still want to bake tonight? If not, we can just watch a movie or whatever.” He placed his hand over yours on top of the table, thumb mindlessly running over the groves of your knuckles as he asked, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Another thing you loved about Yoongi, that with you, he always maintained eye contact whenever possible. More of his love language coming out for you only.

“Sure! What did you have in mind for tonight, Chef Yoongi?”

He snorted at the formal words that inwardly made him swell with pride when you were the one saying them.

“Let’s make eclair’s. It’s considered a romantic dessert with the added bonus of it uses a lot of eggs so I can go through the extra carton you bought.”

“It was an accident! This is why I tell you it’s better if we shop together for groceries!” You whined childishly, making him crack a grin.

“I was only joking, y/n. But the recipe does call for quite a bit of eggs so it works out.”

Good enough for you. You’ve never made eclairs before, so Yoongi teaches you the ropes. This kind of pastry dough requires near constant mixing, so you trade off when your arms get tired. You eye his strong, toned arms dubiously as he mixes with a serious look of concentration when it’s his turn yet again.

“Do you even need to switch?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you work.”

You don’t miss the little smirk he gives as he says this and you narrow your eyes at his when he gives the whisk back to you. He leans on the counter next to you in what is clearly meant to be a seductive pose. He blatantly rakes his eyes over your figure as you painstakingly begin whisking again.

Deciding to give him a show, your own form of revenge to his snide remark from earlier, you lift the whisk out of the bowl and lick it as seductively as you can. This actually gets Yoongi to break, of all things.

“Gross! You’re still using that!”

“What? Afraid of a little bodily fluid?”

You’re talking about saliva and you both know it, but he’s never one to back down from an innuendo. So, he resumes his prior sexy stance and waggles his eyebrows.

“You know I’m not. The more, the merrier.”

It’s so absurd, yet true when it comes to him and his kinks that you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or jump his bones right then and there. Your thighs unconsciously rub together as your mind shifts from the innocence of baking, to one’s not so innocent.

Eventually, all the eggs are incorporated into the dough, so it’s ready for the oven. Just moments after the oven door is shut and a timer is set, you hear a loud crunch followed by something wet and cold on the top of your head.

“Oopsie.”

You gasp with wide eyed disbelief.

“You did not just crack an egg on my head, Min Yoongi!”

“I didn’t.” He shrugged off casually, before continuing smartly. “I specifically smashed an egg on your head – there’s a difference. My way includes egg shells.”

You feel some egg white drip on the shell of your ear and your body shivers involuntarily. You can’t help yourself any longer. You leap after him but he shrieks with laughter and dodges out of your grasp. The sound is like music to your ears with how rare it occurs.

Filled with a wild frenzy, you chase Yoongi all over the kitchen and into the living room when he flees there. He’s quick, and no matter how fast you run he always seems to be just out of your reach.

Instead, you go for a different approach. Scooping some of the egg from your hair, you hurl it at him. It lands square in his neck with a satisfying wet plop and you let out a whoop of victory.

“What? Is that all you got?” He taunts you, not phased in the least bit when he wipes the egg white onto his shirt without a care. Now he’s in competition mode, but so are you.

“Not even close.”

You take another scoop and rub the eggy mess between your hands until they’re nice and gooey. Then, you reach your arms out towards him in a signature zombie pose.

He laughs, eyes crinkling and gummy smile on full display as he maneuvers back into the kitchen. Using the farther side of the kitchen island as a barrier between you two, he stares you down, both hands splayed on the marble countertop trying to predict your next move.

Your eyes zero in on the egg carton placed dangerously close to him that was left wide open when he used one against you; that was your mistake. He follows your line of sight and instantly snatches the carton into his hands, holding it in a vice grip.

“I don’t think so, hon—.”

In an impulsive move, you juke him to the left but run around to the right, barely managing to corner him between the fridge and one of the counters. Yes! You plant your still grimy hands on either side of his shoulders boxing him and the egg carton in.

You’re completely out of breath, and as you realize this, you see Yoongi’s eyes dart to your lips and back. You mimick his line of sight and notice he’s panting just as heavily. Belatedly, you realize – you are incredibly turned on. Judging from the look on Yoongi’s face and the way he’s currently licking his lips, so is he.

In an instant your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing, the nearly empty egg carton dropping between you both and only making a slight mess on the white flooring, not that either of you really cared at the moment. His hands roamed the curve of your spine before landing underneath the curve of your ass instead. The kiss becomes more heated and intense, the bulge pressed against your lower stomach let’s you know exactly how into this your lover is, the fact only turning you on more.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. And it’s hot as hell.

And then it’s ruined by you feeling yet another glob of egg drop from your hair and this time into your neck, the mucus like consistency makes your whole body cringe into the kiss and makes Yoongi reluctantly pull away from your impromptu make out session early.

“You okay?” His words are low, and you can hear the amount of desire he still feels for you in his voice. The tapping of his fingers on your ass let’s you know that he’s also clearly impatient and wants to continue.

“Yeah. Just, you know. Covered in egg is all.”

“And? So is the floor? Doesn’t seem to mind that we’ll just be cle–,” Yoongi pauses, considers something with a faraway look on his face, and then a devilish glint passes through his eyes. “You know, I may just have a solution for that.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“It’s obvious we could each use a shower, a good cleaning. And guess whose shower is big enough for two people?”

The idea sends a thrill through your entire body, and you wordlessly take Yoongi’s hand and lead you both to his master bathroom’s shower.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yoongi let’s go of your hand to make himself busy with turning on the water. While it’s warming up, both of your clothes come off in haphazard piles on the floor only a few feet away from the entrance to the shower. You barely even think about it, mind too consumed with the idea of what’s about to happen, but when you catch sight of Yoongi you have to pause.

You’re absolutely breathless.

His naked body is strong and taut, and even under the fluorescent bathroom lights he’s absolutely breathtaking. For a moment, you think back to the first day you two met, and it brings a warmth into your chest when you see just how far you two have come from that fateful day. You don’t know how you got so lucky to find a man like him, but you know you’ll never take him or what you two have for granted.

When he notices you staring, he gives you a sultry smirk.

“See anything you like?”

“Not sure. I need to look a little more.”

He takes a step closer to your now nude form and grabs your hand in his, gesturing for you to take a little twirl of your own so he can soak in the beauty that is your own body in all it’s perfectly imperfect glory, and you do, with a small giggle passing through your lips.

A woman is a mystery a man just can’t understand. But he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out the mystery on how you somehow chose him of all people to spend the rest of your life with. His heart yearns to always be by your side and his soul wants nothing but to please you and give you a life you deserve.

To him? You’re his soulmate. His forever.

“You’re quite the treat yourself, you know? Dare I say, even more mouth watering than the eclairs.”

He gives you a loving forehead kiss, knowing those are one of your favorites, and steps closer to you to reach around you and feel if the temperature of the water was good. As he leans against you, you can’t help but run your fingers down his chest, nails only lightly scraping the unblemished skin you’re so envious of, the action making his chest rumble underneath your hands as he lets out a low growl. The sound shoots straight to your core.

Deeming the water good enough, he leads you into the shower and underneath the ridiculously large rainfall shower head that at this moment, your body is grateful for as it sags in euphoric relief. Yoongi chuckles at your reaction and realizes it’s better to actually get cleaned up before your little shower sex session.

So, first things first, you both make quick work of cleaning the egg off of each of your bodies. You take turns dunking your heads under the water, scrubbing at your hair with shampoo and conditioner, and neck with soap as you do. Yoongi does the same.

After you’ve rinsed your hair out for the last time, do Yoongi’s arms snake around you. Though, more importantly, you feel his body flush against your front, the contact of your now hardened nipples against his chest only spurs both of you on even more.

Feeling handsy, you grasp his butt, his hips, and then ever so slowly you trail your fingertips down his ‘V’ line. You hear his breath spike as your hand finds it’s place between his legs.

His own hands roam across your body and down until his hand slips between your legs and you can’t help but groan at the contact. Your eyes have maintained contact this whole time so you’ve been fortunate to witness the steady progression of the hunger that’s deep within as it makes its way to the surface.

Then, his mouth is on yours and you’re all in. The water runs over your bodies as you hold each other under the stream. You brace yourself against the shower wall and the tile is cool under your palm, your leg is wrapped around his waist and you’re basically standing on your tip toes with your other foot to accommodate him. You let out a low whine when you feel the tip of his cock tease your opening, your eyes falling closed reflexively from the simple amount of pleasure it brought you.

Yoongi is focused on your face the entire time when he fully sheathes himself inside of you and lets out his own little grunt of content. He gives you a moment to adjust before you’re tapping his ass with the heel of your foot to signal the go ahead. Then, his body is moving and you’re meeting him with each thrust of your own hips, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another reverberates within the enclosed space along with the rhythmic pattern of the water still falling on the shower floor around you.

Opening your eyes, knowing that Yoongi yearns for it, especially during sex, you have to bite your lip and will them not to close again when he does a particularly sharp thrust that has you parting your lips to reward him with a loud moan. The water has plastered his hair to his forehead, so you push it away, eyes locking in a deep gaze. They’re wild with desire and you know that yours aren’t any different.

His breathing is starting to get heavier, and you can feel him tensing under your hands. He forces himself to slow down his pace in order to prolong his release long enough to give you yours first, an unspoken rule that he’s created for himself, you being none the wiser.

With one hand holding himself up from crushing you against the wall, he holds his other hand underneath the stream of water around him for a second, and before you have time to register what he’s going to do, his expert fingers are already slithering their way down your stomach and finding a new purpose on your swollen bud. Your entire body arches into his from the unexpected contact that has your mind reeling with a few colorful words, some falling from your lips in a low chant that soon get quieted by Yoongi’s own words of praise.

“Does that feel good, baby?” A rapid nod of your head is all you can give in the current moment, eyes still locked with his. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

Your back arches, boobs pushing into his chest even more, with your hips picking up their own brutal pace against his as you chase your release with a fervor. He knows when your thrusts start stuttering and slowing down that you’re getting very close.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck to whisper the words into your ear, feeling your walls clench around him in a vice. He gives a moan of his own and it’s all you need as you let out a cry of relief once you reach your starry orgasm.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts it doesn’t take him long himself to find his own as his hips still against yours, his whole body weight leaning into yours has you squished between him and the wall with a breathy whine coming from you – both from the sudden weight and you still coming down from your high.

With what little strength he has left, he slowly lowers your leg so you’re standing on both, but makes sure he has an arm secure around your waist just incase you needed a moment to collect yourself and regain your own strength to stand on your own as he pulls his weight off of you.

“Sorry, needed a minute. Are you okay?”

His worried eyes flicker between your half lidded ones as you let out a breathy laugh at his question, though internally your heart swelled at his immediate need to make sure you were okay.

“I’m more than okay, actually. That was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend doing again.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree with you. Pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips, he caresses your cheek before pulling away to turn the water off. Thus, ending your shower session. You detangle from one another to carefully step out into the now very cold air of the bathroom, the steam from within the enclosed shower no longer keeping your bodies warm.

He hands you your favorite robe that he makes sure is always clean incase you need to use it, and you take it with a wide grin, immediately shrugging the fluffy material on your nude body as you snuggle into the collar with a sigh.

He just smiles lovingly at you, and there’s a beautiful moment of post coital silence between you while you dry off, but then—

“Oh, shit. Oh no. No, no, no–,”

He runs from the bathroom, and for a second you’re confused on his rushed behavior, before your eyes widen in realization. The eclairs! Did the timer go off? You didn’t hear it.

Securing the robe around your body tightly, you briskly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You’re just in time to see Yoongi, stark naked except for a pair of oven mitts, pulling a slightly smoking sheet pan out of the oven. The smoke causes a brief cloud to linger above the kitchen and you hurry over to the kitchen window to open it and let the smoke naturally clear out.

You turn back around as he carefully sets the hot sheet pan onto the grill of the stove, then leans back against the counter next to it with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and a deep sigh emitting from his parted lips.

The corner of your lip quirks up at the sight, and you can’t help but let out a cheeky remark.

“I like this look on you.”

He spares you an affectionate, closed mouth smile as he opens his eyes to give you a mock glare. You walk closer to the male to see the extent of damage your shower sex caused. It wasn’t too bad, you don’t think. But you’re not the expert here. Focusing your attention on Yoongi, you see he’s already looking at you and your body fills with warmth knowing he’s never ashamed of being caught staring at you.

“Are they okay?”

He clicks his tongue, but his expression is neutral.

“A little burnt, but honestly could be worse.”

You nod in response. Okay. Crisis…averted? Mostly. Great!

He leads you back to his master bedroom where he fishes out some of your favorite clothes of his to wear for the night and you take them with a kiss to his lips. In the process, he finds some for him as well and you two get dressed in no time. Checking the clock on his wall, you both come to the conclusion that there’s still time to finish the eclairs.

Once again, you’re back in the kitchen and working on picking out the least burned buns, but other than that it’s pretty painless. Pastry crème in a piping bag, fill the buns, drizzle with chocolate – easy!

You triple check that the oven is off and there’s nothing else you’ve forgotten about, and then you and Yoongi sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy the fruit of your labor. It’s definitely a little over cooked, but who cares? Yoongi is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The dessert is amazing, but how could it ever compare with the man sharing it with you? The rest of the night passes by in a blur of kisses, cream and chocolate. Then you let yourselves fall asleep in each other’s arms in your shared bed and it’s bliss.

You could definitely get used to this. And you will, considering you had the privilege of the rest of your life to do so.

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taestefully-in-luv · 2 years

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Love Again | PJM (Eleven)

Summary: A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to ???, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count: 15k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (????!!!!!????!!!!), crying, pot brownies (if this makes you uncomfortable I am sorry! It’s fiction.) okay….oral (female and male rec.) hand jobs, fingering, licking, biting, body worship, breast play, lots and lots of teasing, EDGING, orgasm denial, protected sex, multiple positions, very very soft dom/sub themes.

Notes: oh man, oh man, oh man. JUST ENJOY. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. Love hearing from you guys<3 Send an ask if you want to be added to a tag list or just want to chat:)

Previously on…in chapter 10 of Love Again, you finally start hooking up with Namjoon. Namjoon has a mysterious childhood friend! Jimin doesn’t talk to you for several days but surprised you with breakfast! Jimin and you have a heart to heart about your broken heart. Taehyung comes for boys day/night. You try to find Jin at the bar the boys are at and you end up taking care of them.

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You know he is probably losing his mind at the sight of you. Your foot pushed up against his bare chest, slowly sliding it up to rest against his shoulder. He gazes at you from the end of the bed, eyes fogging with hunger, with need, with something so sinfully sensual. He wants this. He wants you. You return his gaze with your own as you spread your thighs apart just a little more, giving him the view he has been longing for. Is this finally happening? That’s what you’re thinking and by the looks of it, he might be thinking it too. Mm, yeah. He is losing it.

3 days earlier

Oh, he is losing it. Namjoon stares up at you as you relish in the orgasm you are currently experiencing. Every gasp, every moan and whimper, every time your brows pinch together from your pleasure is just making him lose it. Making him want you more. When you finally focus in on him after you’ve relaxed, you can see in his eyes alone how badly he wants you.

“Come here.” You tell him, your breaths finally slowing. Namjoon listens, his large hands traveling up your body as he crawls over you. You sigh into his mouth when he kisses you, his tongue moving slowly against yours, your taste spreading between the both of you.

Namjoon is comfortable between your legs, his hips rutting against you on their own. You’re a bit sensitive but his deep groaning every time his clothed cock rubs against your folds has you letting him do what he wants. Is tonight the night? Is he finally going to fuck you? Your hand slides down his chest and into his shorts, your fingers wrapping around his length and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Wait, wait.” He grabs your wrist gently, “Hold on.” He opens his eyes to look at you before he leans in and pecks your lips. “Can we talk first?”

Talk?

Your fingers unwrap from his very hard dick before you’re taking your hand back. “Talk?” You mumble.

“Yeah, I’d like to um, have a talk with you.” He leans away from you and you’re starting to feel nervous. When he leans all the way back, you sit yourself up, your eyes searching his. Your nerves probably becoming evident.

“Sure. Okay. Can I ask what about though?” you ask with an uncomfortable smile. Namjoon leans in again, his lips meeting yours for another kiss.

“Let’s clean you up and then we can talk.” He rolls off your body, standing at the edge of the bed before he extends his hand to you, waiting for you to take it.

Once you’re all clean, you and Namjoon take a seat on his cream sofa. You’re still feeling a bit nervous because he seemed serious about whatever this is—serious yet still so gentle.

“y/n?”

“Hm?” You tilt your head, teeth chewing on your bottom lip, still feeling nervous. Namjoon looks at you softly, your nerves finally starting to relax when his dimples appear when he smiles at you.

“I have really…I have really been enjoying my time with you.” He reaches for your hand, the warmth of his palm, calming you more. “I’m enjoying your company. And I’m also enjoying where this is going…and I feel good knowing it is going somewhere.”

“Oh.” You take a breath before continuing. Small smile tugging at your lips, “Me too, Joon.”

“So, I wanted to talk about…taking it a step further.” He gestures lightly between your two bodies. “I want to…with you…”

The next step? Oh. Oh. So, this was about him wanting to have sex. You release a long breath before chuckling, hand squeezing his. “You know,” Your fingers find his cheek before you are brushing over his skin. “If you wanted to have sex with me we could have just continued what we were doing, didn’t have to stop—”

“Sex?” Namjoon blurts out, his smile widening when he realizes. “Well, yes, I do want that with you as well. But uh, that wasn’t the step I was talking about.”

“It wasn’t?” You continue to stroke his cheek.

“I was referring to a relationship.” He tells you confidently and your hand freezes. His cheek no longer being touched with the soft caress of your fingers.

“A…what now?” You blink at him, swallowing your spit as if they were the words he just spoke.

“A relationship.” He tells you again. “Or at least we can talk about becoming exclusive? We have never had that conversation…maybe we could start there.”

“Ex…exclusive?” You lower your hand and bring it back to your lap.

“Yeah. We’ve never discussed it before…whether we see other people or not. We’ve been really casual, yes? But I want more with you. I want to be the only one you see…and vice versa.”

Your heart hasn’t stopped but it is slowing down and you aren’t sure but the world around you feels like it is getting quieter and quieter. But your heart beat is becoming so loud, your ears almost hurt. “What?” You finally manage to say something again. Namjoon looks a little confused before his sweet and genuine smile shows on his face. Your hesitance is obvious.

“You know,” He begins. “I would never rush you into anything.”

“R-Rush?” You repeat, shy laugh escaping your mouth. “Is this rushing? Isn’t your timing and pacing fine actually?” You laugh again, your eyes going to your lap. “I’m just—”

“On your time, y/n.” Namjoon reassures you, “I wanted to talk to you about this because it’s something that has been on my mind, why overthink and keep it to myself when I know I can talk to you about it. So, I wanted to be honest about what I’ve been thinking about lately. I…of course, I would love to become closer to you. To take that step…but there is no rush. I want you to have an answer you’re sure about. Take some time to think about it, yeah?”

“Namjoon…”

“I like you.” He tells you quickly, hand squeezing yours again. “It might be obvious but I still wanted you to hear it.”

You take a moment to look at him—just really look at him. He’s so special, this guy. His eyes are filled with a pure light that even spreads to his other features. His smile is genuine and soft and there isn’t anything about this man that makes you doubt him. He’s real. His heart is so real.

“Namjoon.” Your fingers find his cheek again, “I do like you…”

“Don’t say ‘but’.” He whispers, “Not yet.” His hand covers yours, guiding it away from his face. “Think it over, promise me that. Just think about it, this, us. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah.” You nod, promising him that you will. And you will.

It’s a little after 9pm when you’re getting into your car and waving Namjoon goodbye. His words heavy on your mind. A relationship? Well, he says you guys can start with exclusivity first but even that feels…Brr Brr. Your phone buzzes, distracting you from your thoughts for a moment. You reach for your device and take a look at your notifications since you haven’t looked for a little while. The first and most recent text catching your attention the most though.

Jin Lucy friend 9:02pm

Are you free right now? Me and my lady are out having drinks if you would like to join us?

Jin Lucy friend 9:03pm

We’re at Old Fashioned.

You aren’t sure where that is since you’ve never heard of it but you look up its address and see it is 26 minutes away…not too bad, you suppose. You aren’t entirely in the mood. Namjoon’s words still on your mind and you know you really do need some time to think things over but maybe a moment to not think about it is okay too. Going with that, you send Jin a text that you’ll be there in around 30 minutes.

And right around 25 minutes you are entering some small, dimly lit bar. Black and white photos hang on the walls and soft, smooth Jazz plays in the background and pillows in every booth and table’s chairs. What a cozy ambiance, you think. With the place being so small, you have no issue spotting Jin at a small table near the back by the bar.

“Hi.” You greet Jin when you approach the table, he stands when he sees you, gesturing at the seat across.

“Hey.” He smiles at you, “Sorry, Justine is in the bathroom for a moment.”

“Oh.” You glance around, noticing that yes, his ‘lady’ does seem to be absent at the moment. “That’s fine! I’m so glad you guys were able to meet with me!” You wave your hands around before finally taking a seat. “Seriously, I’m glad you didn’t like, block my number.”

Jin laughs to himself, sitting himself, “Why would I have blocked you? Ah, your boyfriend kept assuring me you were a sane person.” He pauses to laugh, “But to be honest, Justine can explain things to you a little better than I could.”

“Ah, right.” You nod. “Also, I think you’re talking about Jimin and he isn’t my boyfriend.” You feel your cheeks get warm.

Jin looks a bit confused at your admission…he thinks for a moment back to the night Jimin came up to him…the things he was saying…”Sorry, I really thought…” Jin decides to stay quiet, maybe that’s not something he should butt into. “Anyway, not really sure what we can do to help but…” Jin reaches for his drink. It’s quite fancy looking, the unique glass, the various fruits and décor.

“Thank y—”

“Hi!” Your eyes go from Jin to the woman who is taking a seat next to him, she’s petite with long, dark hair. But the thing you are really noticing about her is the absolute rock on her finger. “I’m Justine! You’re y/n? So lovely to meet you.”

“Yes.” You smile at her, eyes still on her ring. “Are you two marr—”

“Engaged!” Justine happily pushes her hand forward gently, showing you her ring. “So beautiful, right? Jin has such a great eye.”

“You literally told me which ring you wanted?” Jin chuckles, “Anyway, yeah. I proposed…what? 6 months ago?”

“It was in October so…” Justine starts counting on her fingers, “Jan…February, march….April…yeah, 6 months!”

“Oh!” You grin at the pair in front of you, “Congrats!”

“Thank you.” Jin wraps an arm around Justine’s shoulder and pulls her in before planting a kiss to her temple. “So,” Jin keeps his arm loose around the back of her chair before giving you his attention now. “Lucy?”

“Right. Lucy—”

“Let her order a drink first Jin!” Justine playfully bumps into him, “Here’s the menu.” She smiles, handing you the fancy little black binder.

You take the menu from her, deciding yes, a drink sounds fantastic. “Let’s see what we got…” You open to a random page and scan the drink items when you gape at what you see. “Damn, this shit is expensive.” You accidentally blurt, eyes widening when your head snaps up to see Jin and Justine laughing. “Sorry—”

“Don’t worry about the price, y/n.” Jin says, still chuckling. “Order what you want. You aren’t paying.”

“I’m not?”

“Of course not! We invited you here. Our treat.” Justine tells you, “Also, I recommend this tiramisu cocktail…ahh, so delicious!” She squeals. “Oh, okay.” You nod, looking down at the menu, “Sounds like something I’d try!”

After ordering a round of drinks and getting comfortable you decide to tell them everything. You feel like you’re just venting at this point…you explain the situation with Lucy. And you start from the beginning. You think you’ve covered everything, from meeting her as Hoseok’s friend. From meeting her new boy toy…who happened to be your ex-boyfriend. The secret, the lies…the reveal. Her terms and conditions and finally, her breaking point. Justine nodded along in understanding the entire time, her sympathy shining through as she listened to you. You caught every time Justine and Jin would share a look between them, something knowing going on.

“Well, that all sounded…a bit familiar.” Justine’s lips curl into a soft smile before it drops and then shakes her head, “Well, not that familiar. Because wow, what a situation…I don’t think you’ll find many who relate to that…” She starts to laugh and you crack a smile. “The secret with your ex-boyfriend and then…just wow, I would watch that movie to see how that ends.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s a bit of a rare situation.” You can’t help but laugh with her. “But still…familiar how?”

“Right.” Justine’s lips pull down into some sort of frown now. “Lucy…well, she’s someone who befriended me a long time ago. I was new to town, had some trouble getting out there and making friends and stuff. So, she like, inserted herself into my life.” Justine laughs. “I thought she was really sweet and fun. She invited me out with her and her friends and eventually I became a part of the group.”

“She didn’t want you to be lonely,” you comment. “Sounds like Lucy.”

“Yup.” Justine confirms, “That’s Lucy. Can’t let anyone feel lonely for even a second…she just wanted everyone to feel included. Loved, even. Sounds like that was her goal for the Jimin guy, um, your ex-boyfriend. She was always like that, always going out of her way to be something—someone—to others. It was sweet, I guess…but sometimes it seemed—”

“Like, she was forcing herself into people’s lives and business?” You ask with a small chuckle.

“Yeah…” Justine glances at Jin who hasn’t said much. “She means well…really. Once she opened up about her childhood to me, I guess it made more sense.”

“Her…?”

“It’s not an excuse though.” Jin points out, reaching for his fancy cocktail.

“I know.” Justine says. “Anyway, after she kind of opened up to me…things…” She looks a little troubled to continue, glancing at her fiancé again. “Well, things went a little downhill. And fast.” She looks down, swallowing hard, Jin grabbing for her hand now.

“It isn’t your fault.” He tells her and she quietly scoffs.

“Isn’t it though?” She questions him, “If I didn’t—”

“Not your fault.”

You watch as he silently comforts her, her eyes on him, speaking words of gratitude. You wonder what happened…”Can I ask what happened?” You finally find the courage to say.

Justine and Jin face you again and Justine nods.

“I’ll say what involved me but everything else…the details…that’s on Lucy if she wants to tell you.”

“I understand.” You tell them.

“There,” Justine takes a moment to think, “Well, there was this instance…she…Lucy was rejected. And honestly, things spiraled so much after this. She started taking it out on us—me, especially. I mean,” Justine gulps. “I get why though.” She clears her throat, giving herself a moment. “Anyway, she just…snapped. She told me if it weren’t for her that I wouldn’t even have friends…I wouldn’t have Seokjin. Then she claimed that she’s known Jin longer and all this ridiculous stuff.”

“She basically told me I needed to choose!” Jin’s eyebrows are expressive, you’re learning that. “I was friends with Lucy, yes. But I was already in love with Justine by this point so…”

“It got to the point that she was begging him to give an answer. He didn’t want to choose anybody! But she…”

“When I didn’t choose her, she started coming for all of our friends. It made no sense!”

“It made a little sense, considering everything.” Justine defends a bit.

“Maybe.” Jin huffs, “But it was all so irrational.”

“Irrational is a good word.” Justine smiles, “After all of that though we decided we should just give Lucy some space. We…we didn’t reach out, we really thought that when she was ready…but well, she just disappeared. And that was that.”

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“Anyway, that’s what happened.” You sit in your chair, staring at your untouched food as you sulk.

“I can’t believe you really found this dude and interrogated him and his fiancé!” Hoseok points at you, the disbelief on his face. “You did that and they bought you drinks?!”

Jeremy wiggles his brows at Hoseok, “Maybe they’re one of those couples who look for a third person for a little fun—”

“Oh my god, it wasn’t like that!” You throw a fry at Jeremy. “Anyway, can we discuss the important thing here?!”

“Right, right.” Hoseok nods, his concentration now on his sandwich. “Listen, it sounds like you got a whole lot of nothing.”

“I know.” You go back to sulking.

“It’s not nothing!” Naomi puts her glass down after taking a sip, “We found out some information! Like, she was apparently rejected so badly that she’s turned a little—”

“Yeah, but we know nothing about the rejection!” Jeremy cuts in, “What? Did she have some guy she was super into and he didn’t feel the same? No offense but that sounds like an average life!”

“Happens to the best of us.” Hoseok cheers his glass of water with Jeremy. “Anyway, y/n.” He turns his attention to you, “Don’t ambush Lucy with all of this. Just give her some time and some space.”

“Maybe time and space is good but I’m still worried.” Naomi admits.

“I agree with Hoseok.” Jeremy tells you all, “When a person isn’t ready to talk about things then they won’t. It’s as simple as that.”

“I hate when Jeremy makes sense.” You mumble, finger poking at some fries that lay abandoned on your plate. “But yeah, I’ll let her be. But can I at least reach out to her to let her know I’m here when she wants to talk?”

Hoseok gazes at you, a smile pulling up his lips. “Yeah. I think that would be okay.”

“Can you say ‘me and Naomi’? I would love to talk with her as well.” Naomi tells you and you nod while pulling out your phone to send your text.

“y/n…” Jeremy points at your plate, “We have like 10 minutes left of our lunch break…you didn’t eat your food.”

“You can have it.” You shrug and Jeremy wastes no time in sliding your plate over to him, his eyes lighting up in excitement when he starts munching on your lunch.

“This whole Lucy thing made you lose your appetite or what?” Hoseok asks you, his own hands reaching over to your plate as he steals fries.

“Yeah, my mind is a little busy at the moment.” You chuckle, “So many things going on.”

“What else is going on?” Naomi also reaches for fries from your plate, Jeremy swatting away hers and Hoseok’s hands.

“Ah, nothing. Nothing!” You sing out, “Jeremy hurry up or we’re leaving you!”

When you four get back to your office, you notice a bouquet of flowers sitting on top of your desk. Many eyes on you and you start to feel shy as you approach them.

“Oh?” Hoseok smirks at you, “Someone sent you flowers?”

“Stop.” You grumble before standing before the bouquet, your fingers grasping a small card.

A little something for you.

-Namjoon

You set the card on your desk when you finish reading it. A smile spreading across your face as you take your phone out. You’re smiling but…this is one of the things that is heavily on your mind. Namjoon.

y/n 1:06pm

thank you for the flowers. They’re very pretty 🥰

Namjoon 1:07pm

As pretty as you?

y/n 1:07pm

idk, theres this purple one and it’s very beautiful

Namjoon 1:08pm

Maybe that one is you. But anyway, I’m glad you like them.

y/n 1:10pm

I do. So, I feel this means I should see you, right? Give you my proper thanks😏

Namjoon 1:11pm

I wish I could tonight. But I have a family dinner. Another time? Friday?

y/n 1:12pm

Friday

Namjoon 1:12pm

I know that’s still two days away but it’s my first free day, I promise you. 😊

y/n 1:15pm

I understand, joon!

You slide your phone into your pocket and you relax your shoulders…you realize you’re feeling relief. You’re kind of glad you aren’t able to see Namjoon tonight. His words still lingering and you can’t help but feel a slight pressure—to give an answer. Two more days until you see him and you’re grateful.

“You guys have any plans tonight?” You say loud enough for your friends to hear you, “Want to do something?” You finally take a seat at your desk, turning your monitor back on. You glance around waiting for some responses to start rolling in.

“Date.” Jeremy tells you, looking proud of himself. “So, I can’t.”

“I have a date too.” Naomi focuses her attention on her computer screen, “…with my bed.”

You laugh at her before giving your attention to your best friend.

“And you?” You throw a wrapper at him. “Shall we hang?”

“I have plans tonight too!” Hoseok tells you, his eyes on his screen, scrolling through some new e-mails. “I’m hanging out with Jimin at his place.”

“Oh?” You keep looking over at him, expecting him to continue and you know, invite you.

“What?” Hoseok finally turns his head to look at you, “Oh.” He finally gets it. “You can ask him if you can come over too.” He shrugs before looking back at his screen.

“Wow…fine.” You say, pulling out your phone again. “I will!”

y/n 1:21pm

Jimin 1:23pm

Hello

y/n 1:23pm

anything you want to invite me to

Jimin 1:23pm

???

y/n 1:24pm

apparenly you and hobi are hanging out tonight so👀

Jimin 1:24pm

Ahhhh lol and youre wanting to come too?

y/n 1:25pm

I didn’t say that

Jimin 1:26pm

Well since you aren’t saying that then I guess I don’t need to invite you

y/n 1:27pm

jimin 🥺

Jimin 1:27pm

I’ll think about it

y/n 1:27pm

youll,,,,youll think about it?!

Jimin 1:28pm

Yes hehe

y/n 1:28pm

fine I don’t wanna go anymore

Jimin 1:28pm

Lol I was just kidding, such a baby you know that

y/n 1:29pm

wow

Jimin 1:30pm

Ill see you tonight then 🫶

y/n 1:30

Jimin 1:30

Come on

Jimin 1:30pm

I want you

Jimin 1:30pm

*I want you to come

Jimin 1:31pm

Lol that got sent prematurely

y/n 1:31pm

mhmmmm but fine ill see you later then

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“It is not my fault!” Jimin gapes at you, “How could you blame me?!”

“Who else’s fault would it be?” You gesture around, annoyed with him. “It’s only you and me!”

“It’s your fault.” Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, “Why would you bend…right when I was coming through??”

“Oh, so it’s my asses fault now?” You also cross your arms over your chest, immediately dropping them when you feel how wet your shirt is. “This is gross!” You say, referring to your drenched chest.

“I’m not-I’m not blaming your ass! This is…this kitchen…it’s a tight space! It’s a tight space!”

“Whatever, I’m blaming you because why the hell would you rent an apartment that has a kitchen the size of a guest bathroom?!”

“Wow, sorry that I’m broke and this is what I could afford at the time! I told you this place is a tight space!”

“I smell like beer.” You pout, glancing down at your chest, the material soaked in the beer you just poured into a glass.

Jimin leans into you, getting a whiff before nodding his head. “Okay, yeah you do.” His eyes trail down your body and you do look a bit pitiful with your wet shirt.

“It’s your fault!” You blame him again and he rolls his eyes.

“I literally said ‘I’m going to slide past you, squeezing right by ya!’ and you bend over and of course I’m going to run into that!” He yells, pointing at your ass.

“So you are blaming my ass!” You yell back but it’s hard to keep a straight face. “I fucking knew it.” You say, laughing now and Jimin joins you. “Whatever. Are you going to give me something to change into or not?”

“Yeah, yeah. But uh,” Jimin eyes you over again, eyes lingering on your chest. “What about your bra? Is it wet too? Is it uncomfortable?”

“Of course it’s wet too! I’m soaked, Jimin.” You shake your head, still laughing. “Give me a sweater. I’m going to take my bra off too.”

“Okay, hold on.”

After changing into one of Jimin’s sweatshirts, you make your way into his tiny living room/bedroom. You’re carrying your shirt and bra with you when you set them on the edge of his bed. “Ah, I feel so much better after cleaning the beer off of me.” You tell him, “It was so sticky!”

“Hoseok said he’s walking up.” Jimin says, taking a seat on his floor. “The doors open so he can just walk in, come sit.” He pats the spot next to him and then his eyes widen just a little. “Well, it doesn’t have to be next to me.”

“Why not?” You ask, taking a spot next to him. Knees touching his and he smiles at you, shaking his head a bit before you’re both whipping your heads in the direction of the front door.

“Hey guys!” Hoseok greets you both, “I stopped at the super market nearby to buy some drinks, right? Well, the girl, like one of the girls who works there…I swear she was hitting on me.” Hoseok walks through, putting his bag on the floor before sitting across from you and Jimin. “Check it out, she said ‘I like your shirt.’ So?” He looks between you and Jimin, “What do we think? She’s hitting on me, right?”

“I…” You blink at your best friend and then with the straightest face you say, “Totally. She wants you.”

“Okay, I know you’re making fun of me!” Hoseok rolls his eyes at you, “But it’s the way she said it!”

“Oh my god, Jimin, what if it’s the same girl who asked for your number?” You say towards Jimin, “How could she betray you like this!” You throw a hand over your mouth, mockingly.

“Maybe…what did she look like?” Jimin asks Hoseok.

“Uh, like black hair that’s super short. A bop? It’s called a bop?”

“A bob.” You correct him.

“Yeah, that.”

Jimin gasps at the reveal, his own hand going to cover his mouth when he looks at you, eyes wide with shock. “It’s her! How could she do this to me?!”

“Oh my god,” You gasp back, “That two timing skank!”

“What…” Hoseok slowly pulls out a beer from his bag, “I’m confused.”

You and Jimin laugh while Jimin tries explaining it to Hoseok very briefly.

“Anyway, I—” But Hoseok stops talking when he spots something by Jimin’s bed. His finger lifts as he points at whatever he’s looking at. “A Bra?”

You and Jimin both turn your heads towards the bed at the same time before slowly turning them back to Hoseok and nodding.

“Did you…did you have a girl over?! Oh my god, should me and y/n leave?” Hoseok starts cackling but then he eyes the both of you a little harder, his head tilting when he sees how close you two are sitting. “Or should I leave?” He keeps laughing, pointing at you both, obviously joking. “Let me find out that’s actually y/n’s.” He laughs harder.

“Ah.” You offer Hoseok a blank stare. “But it is actually mine.” You point at yourself and Hoseok chokes on his own laughter.

“W-What?” He asks, calming himself down but he’s still got a smile on his face. “Why…why would your bra be on his bed?”

You turn your head again to eye the bra and then you slowly turn back until you’re eying your chest, Jimin’s sweater in view now. You lift your head and your eyes meet Jimin’s and then? Well, and then you’re smirking at him and Jimin narrows his eyes at you before you start messing with the material of the sweater and suddenly looking shy.

“To be honest Hobi…” You keep your eyes down, “I took it off pretty recently…just changed into Jimin’s clothes right before you got here.”

“Okay…?” Hoseok’s smile is still on his face but it’s a bit awkward now. “And…why?”

“Well, of course I had to take off my clothes.” You say, looking flustered before you’re looking at Jimin again. “After what Jimin had done to me.” And now Jimin is returning your smirk from earlier.

“And…what did Jimin do to you earlier?” Hoseok asks, but he was cautious to ask that.

You keep your eyes on Jimin, speaking slowly. “He got me so, so wet.”

Hoseok’s smile completely drops before he’s looking confused and maybe disturbed. Jimin has to bite his lip to remain calm. His hand goes to the collar of the sweatshirt you’re wearing, his fingers playing with it.

“Mm, yeah.” Jimin tugs at the sweater. “You should have seen her, Hoseok. She was so incredibly wet. Basically dripping on my floor.”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me?” Hoseok’s jaw is also basically on the floor. “What the hell do you—”

“And it was so hard.” You whine, eyes still on Jimin.

“What was so hard?!” Hoseok blurts out, his eyes popping out.

“Hm?” You finally glance at your best friend, your eyes big and innocent. “Ah, just cleaning up. It was such a mess…so sticky…”

You wish you could take a picture of Hoseok’s face. The disturbance is real. And you decide to keep going.

“He thought he could just slide right in…something about squeezing—“

“Wow, okay!” Hoseok throws his hands up but Jimin decides to keep it going.

“But it was such a tight space. Mm, yeah. Very tight.”

“Yeah, you kept talking about tight it was, didn’t you?” You look at Jimin again, “You loved reminding me how tight it was, huh?”

“Mm,” Jimin’s fingers tug a little harder on the sweater. “But thanks to that I made such a mess…all over your chest.”

“Yeah,” You nod, “A really, really sticky m—”

“Okay! No more!!!” Hoseok cuts you off, his face expressing too many things.

“Well,” your tone goes back to being a little more normal, “What a waste of a beer, right?” You ask Jimin and he drops his hand from you and nods along.

“Yeah.”

“Wait, what? A beer?” Hoseok lifts a brow, his head shaking because he does not understand.

“Yeah, a beer?” You blink at him lazily, finger pointing toward the kitchen. “Jimin tried squeezing in behind me and bumped into me so I spilled my beer all down my shirt.”

“Yeah, her shirt was soaked in the beer. It was gross.”

“A beer? You spilled?” Hoseok is still trying to process.

“Yeah, wasn’t that obvious?” Jimin asks, his eyes as innocent as yours. “What did you think we were…” Jimin is trying so hard to keep a straight face but when he hears you loudly snort, he can’t help but break character and start losing his shit as well. You’re both laughing so loudly as Hoseok sits here so confused. He gapes at you both, pointing at you and offering the most hilarious expression.

“You two…” He keeps pointing when he’s realizing you’re both fucking with him. “You’re sick! You’re both sick!” He yells out and you and Jimin keep laughing your asses off, bodies swaying into each other while Hoseok mumbles to himself about how you’re both crazy and something about needing to pee. He stands from his spot and goes towards the bathroom, still mumbling.

“Well, that was fun.” Jimin says between laughs.

“You were always so good at knowing when to play along with me.” You tell him, your own laughter having relaxed. “Ah, his face though. It was so hard keeping a straight face!”

“I know!” Jimin agrees. “By the way, the sweater looks good.” Then he narrows his eyes at you, “I have a feeling I’m never going to see it again.”

“You’ll see it again.” You wink at him. “But on me!”

“Thought so.” He rolls his eyes, smiling at you.

“Only way you’d see it off me is if it is on my bedroom floor.”

Jimin’s eyes expand at your words and you start coughing.

“No, I mean, I mean, I didn’t mean—”

“Uh huh.” He says.

“Be-because of laundry!”

“Mhm.”

“Jimin!”

“What?” He chuckles. “I’m not saying anything!”

“You are! Your eyes say everything, dude.”

Jimin leans into you, showing you his eyes playfully. “Oh yeah? What are they saying, hm?”

You lean in a bit too, face so close to his as you both take a second to stare at the other. The playful atmosphere being replaced with something else. His goofy expression shifts into something relaxed when he gazes at you. You look into his eyes and yes, they are saying something. But you realize they’re not saying anything you should repeat out loud.

“I…” You keep gazing at him, lips parting as you slowly speak. “I don’t think I should tell you what they’re saying.”

“Oh?” Jimin quirks a brow at you, his voice is low, eyes never leaving yours. “If you don’t think you should say out loud what my eyes are telling you,” His voice dips a little lower, each word that leaves his mouth sounding like a secret. “Then I guess you do know what they’ve said.” You don’t tear your eyes away from him. He’s sucking you in like he’s casted a spell on you. The words he spoke, leaving an imprint in your mind. He said each word so slowly, so carefully, like he needed to make sure you absorbed each one correctly, not missing his intention in the least.

Your lips part again, you aren’t sure if it’s because maybe you silently gasped or because you plan on responding to that. Jimin doesn’t even blink. Eyes focused on yours as a satisfied smile starts creeping up on his face.

“You know,” He whispers, “Your eyes are speaking too. But,” He leans in a little closer, “You should hurry and cover your ears if you don’t want to hear what they’re saying. Not sure you’d approve.”

Your breaths are bated, gulping as you gaze him. “Ji—”

“Alright,” Hoseok shuts the bathroom door and you and Jimin slightly jump at the sound and lean away from each other again. “I’m back and you guys better not be on some weird shit.”

“When are we ever?” You joke, rubbing the back of your neck. “Anyway, pass me a beer, please!”

“Here you go.” Hoseok chirps, passing you the drink. “And Jimin?”

“Hm?”

“Try not to spill this one on her…don’t want to think about how wet you get her and shit.”

“You act like I’m the only one who has ever spilled a drink on her!” Jimin pouts and Hoseok snorts.

“That’s true. Namjoon is currently spilling drinks and getting her all wet, isn’t that ri—Hey!” Hoseok stops laughing to stick his tongue out at you when you throw your bottle cap at him.

“Actually,” You look down at the bottle in your hands, “Can I talk to you guys about that?”

“About Namjoon getting you wet???” Hoseok asks in disbelief, “Well, I mean, I guess—”

“No!” You wish you had another bottle cap to throw at him. “Just…Namjoon, in general.”

“Sure, y/n.” Jimin glances at you. “Did something happen?”

“No, not really, well, yeah, I guess. Yeah, okay. Yeah, something happened.”

“What happened?” Hoseok asks you, taking a sip of his beer. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine.” You assure your best friend. “He just…”

“What?” Jimin’s brows furrow. “Did he do something? Something you weren’t okay with? Did he—“’

“No, no. He’s perfect, seriously.”

At this Jimin nods like he understands but his jaw looks a little tight. “Okay.” He says. “So then what?”

“The other night I was with him,” You tell them. “We were…hanging out.”

“I think that’s code for ‘fucking’.” Hoseok fills Jimin in, “In case you didn’t pick up on that.”

“Thanks.” Jimin deadpans.

“No!” You roll your eyes, “Not like, exactly. We still haven’t actually had sex!”

“Interesting.” Hoseok mumbles. “So what happened?”

“I thought we were going to though…” You slump your shoulders, “But he wanted to talk about taking the next step.”

“The next…?” Jimin’s curious eyes land on yours.

“Like, he wants a relationship with me. But said we could start with being exclusive.”

“A…a relationship?” Jimin repeats the word. “I thought,” He shakes his head, eyes falling to your knees. “I thought you guys were just casual, right?”

“Well,” Hoseok jumps in, “It has to go somewhere eventually. So, what did you tell him?”

“Time…time to think. Uh, he’s giving me some time to think. I never gave an answer.”

“You…you have to think about it?” Hoseok frowns. “What things do you need to think about?”

“I don’t…I don’t actually know.” You admit. “He’s really great…”

“Well,” Jimin clears his throat, “As long as you feel good around him, I think that’s important.”

“Oh, she’s feeling good.” Hoseok winks, “He’s successfully giving her the big O’s. Not every guy can manage that for our little hard to please princess over here!”

“Shut up.” You grumble.

“I’m talking like orgasm after—wait, is this weird?” Hoseok glances at Jimin, his expression turning lightly concerned. “She is your ex. So is this weird?”

Jimin gives a subtle shake to his head, you aren’t sure if you’re imagining his detached expression. “No, it’s okay.” He states plainly.

“Oh come on,” You shove Jimin’s shoulder with yours. “It’s got to be a little weird. I had to hear about you and Lucy and I wasn’t exactly super thrilled about it.” You laugh.

“Hmm,” Jimin’s attention is on you, eyes dark and tone deeper. “Who said I was thrilled?”

~~~

“Oh, come on. Come on. Pick up, pick up.” You say into the phone, pacing around your living room like a maniac. “Naomi, pick up!”

“Hello?”

“Finally!” You screech into the phone, “I have been calling forever!”

“I literally have no missed calls from you?” She tells you.

“Okay, yeah. This is technically my first call to you but it felt like I was waiting for forever, oh my god, like how many rings goes on—”

“y/n! What happened?” She cuts you off, “It’s obviously important, so?”

“Lucy texted me.” You rush to say. “She just texted me saying we can meet with her!”

“Wait, really? Already? For real? It’s Thursday! I thought she would leave you on read for more than a day.”

“Same. But yeah, she said we could go over whenever. So, should I pick you up? Could you be ready by the time I get there?”

“Girl, I was ready the moment you said Lucy texted you.”

You laugh into the phone, “Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

30 minutes later and you and Naomi are sitting in front of Lucy’s place inside your car. Maybe you had way too much adrenaline for this because now you’re just feeling nervous. You are ready to hear everything that she is willing to tell you but also, nervous because you don’t know what the hell that entails.

“Should we go?” Naomi asks you, her hand on the car door handle. “She’s our friend, right?”

You nod, “Yeah. Let’s go.”

When you and Naomi make it to Lucy’s front door, you are hesitant to knock but you finally do. You wonder if Lucy has been anxiously waiting on the other side of the door…the first knock against your knuckles and she is already swinging it open. You see her standing here, hair up, not a trace of makeup and some obvious house clothes.

“You guys…you guys didn’t come here to gang up on me, right?” Lucy laughs nervously. You and Naomi share a look of worry before shaking your head.

“No, just here to talk.” You try to assure you and Lucy quickly opens the door wider, letting you both in.

“Do you guys want something to drink?” Lucy offers, leading you both into her kitchen.

“Just water.” Naomi says.

“Same here.”

“Okay, hold on.” Lucy grabs two glasses, fills them with her water from her fridge and slides them across the island to you two. “So.”

“So.” You repeat, your hand reaching for the glass. “Can we talk about the last time we saw each other?” You bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip. Your expression calm and controlled.

“Which part?” Lucy chuckles bitterly. “There might be a few things we could discuss.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You tell her, setting the glass down. “I am curious about many things…but I think you could explain things better than me just going crazy and assuming things on my own.”

“Like what things?” Lucy sits down, “Like, you probably think I’m in love with Jimin. Or you think I’m greedy for everyone’s attention or—”

“Lucy.” Naomi says her name softly. “We don’t want to make those assumptions but you aren’t giving us a lot to work with.”

“I’ll be honest with you,” Your fingers strum against the glass, “I reached out to some of your old friends…I just wanted to understand better—“

“You…you what?” Lucy expresses her confusion, “You reached out to my old friends?”

“I know. But they told me you were going through something really hard at the time. Justine—”

“Justine?” She grows more confused.

“Yeah…I talked to her and Jin…” You knew this was a risky thing, knowing she could react badly and you would understand. You’ve probably crossed the line.

“Lucy, I’m sorr—”

“Ah, you really are amazing, aren’t you?” Lucy says underneath her breath, her eyes on the granite counter.

You need to apologize, that much is obvious. “Lucy, I’m sorry. I know I crossed—”

She lifts her head, eyes bubbling over with tears. “ No one…no one has ever…” She pauses, looks between you and Naomi. “Sorry. It’s just…no one has ever done that for me. Went this far…for me.”

You relax your shoulder when you release a breath, “Lucy…you’re our friend.” You give her your reason, hoping it is reason enough.

“The hard times...” Lucy begins, “I can tell you about them.”

“Okay.” Naomi nods, encouraging her.

“Well, first some backstory.” Lucy laughs through her tears. “When I was 11…my father…he just left. Disappeared without any warning. He left me and my mom and I couldn’t understand why. My mom tried explaining to me that he had to leave for a job and it was for the best. I was 11 so I just accepted it…I didn’t know he was just running away from her. He hated that woman and I can’t say I blame him.” Lucy sighs out, “But I always felt sad. Lonely. I felt abandoned.”

You watch as she thinks of her own hardships, her eyes spilling with tears but she is speaking so clearly. Like this is not her first rodeo.

“Years and years passed and of course, I was always so curious about my father, you know? My mother passed away after I graduated high school—”

“I’m sorry…” Naomi whispers.

“No, don’t be. That woman had it coming.” Lucy answers simply. “I just wanted a parent who wanted me. I just…I needed that. Someone, anyone…” Lucy starts crying a little harder. She takes a moment to calm down before continuing. “More time passed and I met Justine. We became friends and I was happy to see she was getting along with everyone so well. We had become pretty close…and I shared these things with her.” She swallows hard. “And Justine had the idea…the idea that I should find my father and try to build a new relationship with him.”

Suddenly, Justine’s words come to your mind and little by little you are piecing it together and things are making sense.

“So after two years of searching I had finally found him.” Lucy chokes on her words. “I’m sure you can guess what happens next.”

“Lucy,” You say her name but you aren’t sure what to say next.

“He didn’t want anything to do with me. A life time of wondering and two years of searching…just for him to toss me away like nothing. He said he was sorry for leaving me lonely but he has a new family now and they don’t even know about me…he didn’t want to shock them with that so he asked me to leave him alone.”

“Shit…” Naomi bites her lip, “Lucy, I’m sorry. That fucking sucks and no child deserves that.”

“She’s right, you didn’t deserve that.” You tell her as well. “I can only imagine how devastated you were.”

“I was so heartbroken.” Lucy admits, voice shaky.

It makes sense, you think. Her history with people, her fear of rejection. It all stems from this.

“I have to ask though.” You tread carefully, “About Jimin…Hoseok…why?”

“I just…I’m sorry, y/n, truly. I just wanted something for myself, maybe? I just wanted to be the one who was wanted. I wanted even in that situation for Jimin to choose me, but” She pauses to laugh, “I was stupid for that. He’s never going to choose anyone in this world if it isn’t you. I saw that, I see that. It doesn’t matter who I am. He is always going to choose you. It took me a minute of rational thinking to come up with that.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, “Well, rational thinking is always good.”

“And Hoseok?” Naomi asks.

“Hobi…” Lucy starts tearing up all over again. “He’s the one I…I’m such a coward.” She cries. “He’s the one I have feelings for and that’s what made everything so much harder. I could never pursue him, I could never chase after him with these feelings I have. I am too afraid. There’s so much more to risk, to lose. I know I confused him. I know I ruined everything but I care so deeply about him and that’s why I could never let it work.”

“Lucy…” you sigh out, “That’s some demented thinking.”

“y/n.” Naomi scolds.

“What? It’s true. I mean, I get it. I get why your thought process is like that but girl,” You reach forward for her hand. “You got to grow from this. Love is amazing and beautiful and there are risks. Crazy ass risks. You could get your heartbroken. I would know, I’ve been there, I’ve experienced it. I have had the most magical experience of my life just to see it taken from me in just the 5 seconds I spent watching the man I love kiss someone else. I get it, Lucy. The risk is there. We can think all day and night ‘but what if things goes wrong?’ but when,” You pause, “when are we going to ask ‘but what if things go right?’ both chances are there. You can’t not live your life because things might not go your way. What? You’re going to stop walking outside under the trees because a bird might shit on you? You’re going to never travel again? Because accidents dohappen!”

“y/n…” Lucy mumbles your name as she nods her head.

“You can’t miss the experience because you’re so afraid of an end result. That isn’t living, Lucy. What if at the end of the walk that a bird just shit on you, you see the most amazing thing of your life? What if on your way to fucking, I don’t know, Tokyo, and you got into that little fender bender, you end up meeting the most inspirational person who changes you? You can’t be so afraid of the things that could wrong, because there are so many things that could go right.”

“I-I-I’m sorry.” Lucy cries loudly now, really cries. “I’m-I’m so sorry.”

You Naomi share a look with each other, soft smiles on your lips. “I know.” You squeeze Lucy’s hand. “I know.”

After a little while and Lucy has calmed down, you three sit and chat some more.

“Thanks for hearing me out, guys.” Lucy tells you both gratefully. “I am sorry. I was in the wrong and I just need to figure things out for myself. I know there’s a lot of work to be done…” She chuckles quietly, “I hope you can understand.”

“Understand?” Naomi questions.

“Yeah. I am going to keep my distance for a while.”

“If that’s what you think will help you…then I support you.” You tell Lucy, “And we’re here whenever you need to talk or anything.”

“I know.” Lucy smiles, “You guys are better friends to me than I deserved.”

~~~

It’s really quiet around the table, everyone thinking about what you and Naomi just shared about what happened yesterday with Lucy. You, Naomi, Hoseok, Jeremy and Jimin are all at your favorite place for lunch. Everyone’s eyes lowered as they think.

“So,” Jeremy is the first to speak up. “So basically she just has daddy issues?” He asks very seriously and Naomi swats his arm. “What?” He whines, rubbing the spot. “Everyone’s thinking it.”

“Anyway,” Hoseok looks at you, “What she did…how she acted…it was still wrong, despite her reasoning.”

“I agree.” Jimin says quietly. “She did too much. But she knows she messed up so maybe she is redeemable after all.”

“Oh, come on.” You shake your head, “Go a little easier on her.”

“She said she won’t be hanging around though.” Naomi fills them in, “She’s just wanting to focus on herself and—”

“—And getting therapy?” Jeremy cuts in…another slap to his arm.

“That’s not…that’s not a bad idea.” Hoseok mumbles, his expression is serious yet soft. He means it. “If that can help heal her, you know?”

You stare at your best friend for a moment. You and Naomi left out the details of Lucy’s feelings for him…thinking maybe it was for the best. If he asks about it then yes, you will tell him. But you know your best friend and…he won’t.

“So, that’s that, huh?” Jeremy slurps up a spoonful of his soup. “Lucy came and gone so fast. Only the original members are left. Oh and Jimin.”

“Jimin is an original member for me.” You say nonchalantly. “In fact if I’m the main character here then Jimin is even more original than any of you.”

“First, we all know I’m the main character.” Jeremy points to himself dramatically, “and Jimin is actually my love interest.”

“If you had a show, Jeremy, “ Naomi giggles, “It would have been canceled after the first season.”

“You’re a hater. I just want to remind you of that.”

“How many season would my show have?” Hoseok asks excitedly.

“A solid 4.” Naomi grins at him, “Not too many, just enough. And the episodes are only 30 minutes.”

“Wow,” Hoseok nods in approval. “And y/n?”

“She’s like a one season show but in a good way. But it’s like 15 episodes at least and they’re all over an hour long. And Jimin,” she points at Jimin, “Honestly, I could see the same for him.” Then her eyes widen cutely. “Maybe you guys are on the same show!”

“And what about you?” You chuckle.

“Me?” Naomi takes a moment to think, “I don’t think I’m a show. I think I’m more of a movie! A movie with a very satisfying ending. Or…at least that’s what I’m telling myself.” She smiles, eyes on her plate. “It’s not a romance movie though, I’ll tell you that.”

“Maybe it is!” You get excited, “Maybe the movie just hasn’t started yet? Or it is barely starting.”

“Sure. Let’s look at it that way!” She grins at you before going back to eating her lunch.

“By the way,” Hoseok puts down his sandwich, “I won’t be here this weekend so sorry to disappoint when you guys ask to hang out.”

“Huh?” You blow on your own soup before taking a bite. “Where are you going?”

“I’m actually uh, going to visit Dae and Taehyung.”

“You’re what?” You blow on the soup again, “Without us?”

“Yeah! Without us?” Jimin pouts alongside you.

“It’s for Dae.” Hoseok shakes his head. “She’s having some work party thing and she needed a plus one.”

“A plus one?” Naomi smirks, “Like a date?”

“No!” Hoseok shouts but then gets really quiet, “Well, actually, technically yeah.”

“Technically?”

“I’m pretending to be her boyfriend—”

“You aRE WHAT?” You choke on your soup, “I’m sorry…her boyfriend?”

“Key word ‘pretending’. Jeez, selective hearing.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Yeah, her coworkers kept giving her shit about being single so she lied and kept up the lie for a while but now this work party thing and well, here I am.”

“Oh my god…” Naomi tries to contain her smile. “What romcom is this? Maybe it’s Hoseok who is living in some romance movie!”

“It isn’t like that. Relax, guys.” He picks up his sandwich again and starts eating.

“Well, Hoseok is out but what about you guys?” Jimin asks, glancing around the table. “You guys want to hang out tonight…I actually have something we could do…”

“I can’t.” Jeremy winks at you all, “Date number 2.”

“I’m meeting with an old friend tonight, sorry.” Naomi pouts. “What about tomorrow though?”

“Damn.” Jimin pouts with Naomi before his eyes find you. “What about you y/n?”

“While I am really curious about what it is you are talking about when you said you even have something for us to do—I can’t. I’m hanging out with Namjoon tonight.” Your smile fades a little, nerves beginning to spike at the mention of your…whatever he is. You still aren’t sure. You still don’t have an answer.

“That’s okay.” Jimin’s gaze is on you, it’s soft and comforting and you get lost in the expression he shows you. You don’t even mean to, but your lips are already curving up into your own smile. You can’t help it, smiling back at him. His is so tender, so charming, so addictive. You are addicted.

“Jimin, you can ride with me?” Hoseok says with his mouthful. “I can drop you at Taehyung’s?”

“Oh, that’s a pretty good idea. When would we come back?”

“Sunday afternoon!”

“Not bad, not bad.”

You slide your phone out of your pocket to check the time, wanting to know how much time is left on your lunch break when you see a text from half an hour ago.

Namjoon 12:14pm

Hello beautiful. Don’t hate me but I completely forgot I promised my mom I would come today for the weekend since we have some family visiting. I will make it up to you. Date night of all date nights.

You click your phone off and release a long breath as you stuff it back in your pocket.

“Hey Jimin?” You get the boys attention, “Don’t go with Hoseok this weekend. Stay.”

“But—”

“Ah, Namjoon canceled on me.” You smile, feeling lighter suddenly when you make the realization you do not have to see him tonight.

“Why do you look so relieved…?” Jeremy asks, “You literally look happy that your boyfriend—”

“Not my boyfriend.”

“Not her boyfriend.” You and Jimin say in unison.

“Anyway,” Jimin tilts his head. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just going home this weekend so I won’t be able to see him. But uh, tonight? You want to hang out, right? You apparently have something we can do!”

“Oh, yeah.” Jimin smirks. “It probably would have been more fun with more people but you’ll do.”

“Wow, I am regretting any moment I have I ever been nice to you.”

“Kidding.” Jimin teases you, “Your place?”

“Yeah, my place.” You give him a knowing look. “Your place is no good for us.”

“His place isn’t good for you guys?” Naomi asks, genuinely confused.

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, “She’s right…last time, hmm.”

“Last time he got me so wet.”

“Mm, you were all sticky, weren’t you? Such a mess until you got cleaned up.”

Jeremy and Naomi look around the table, waiting for more of an explanation while Hoseok glares at you and Jimin.

“I fucking hate both of you.” He continues to glare, “Like so much.”

~~~~~

You already feel a little tipsy from the wine you and Jimin have been drinking for the last couple of hours. You’ve got some music on in the background while you and Jimin relax on your couch, just chatting like you usually do.

“It’s been such a week.” You groan, head titling back on the couch cushion. “I’m so, I don’t even know…I wouldn’t say stressed but wow, I could relax.”

“Aren’t we relaxing right now?” Jimin gulps back his wine until the glass is empty. “Are you not feeling relaxed?”

“No, I am.” You assure him, eyes closing. “I’m just thinking about what a week it has been and yikes.”

Jimin chuckles at you before leaning forward and setting his empty wine glass down on the table. “It has been quite the week for you, huh?”

“For all of us, right?”

“Mostly you. Meeting with Lucy’s friends, actually meeting with Lucy and um, not to mention the Namjoon thing.”

“Right.” You open your eyes, head tilting forward again before you glance at Jimin. “What. A. Week.” You emphasize before leaning your head back again.

“Why haven’t you given him an answer?” Jimin’s arm is draped across the top of the couch, his fingers close enough to touch you from where you are sitting. “You’re hesitating so much. Why?” he gently pokes your cheek with a finger.

“It’s dumb probably.” You say quietly. “Admitting it might make me feel dumb.”

“I’ll tell you if it’s dumb or not.” Jimin teases, “Talk to me.”

“I’m…well, first of all I’m a hypocrite.”

“A…why?”

“I gave Lucy this entire speech yesterday and now I am about to sound like such a fool who can’t take her own advice.”

“Tell me.”

“I think I could just be scared.” You finally admit, eyes on the ceiling. “Scared to commit to someone again. It terrifies me.”

“Oh.”

“I’m scared to give myself to someone again and get my heartbroken.”

“You’re scared…you’re scared to love again.” Jimin doesn’t ask that, it’s more of a statement. “Fuck, I’m sorry…” Jimin exhales a deep breath. “You don’t know how badly I want to—”

“Ah, don’t feel bad. I might also have to admit something else.”

“…Which is?”

“That I am using that sob story as an excuse.” You chuckle, “I’m not too sure that my reasoning for being hesitant about Namjoon is because of some deep and meaningful reason. It might be way more simple.”

Jimin lifts a brow, urging you to continue but you don’t. You just continue to stare at the ceiling before snorting and shaking your head at how ridiculous you are. “I just need to wind down.”

“Hmm.” Jimin scoots a little closer to you, a devious look in his eye. “What if I told you I knew a way you could wind down?”

“I would tell you to tell me then.”

“Okay, remember when I said I had something we could do?”

“At lunch? Yeah.”

“Okay, now remember when Taehyung was here last weekend? Remember I told you we went and saw his old friends on Sunday? The one with the dude that tried to steal you from me?”

“Jungkook?” You giggle. “He didn’t try to steal me.”

“Whatever, yeah him, the guy you apparently think is so hot. Anyway, him. So we went to hang out with his old friends and they gave me a…gift.”

“Okay…what kind of gift?”

“Hold on.” Jimin leans forward on the couch, reaching for his bag. He unzips it and starts digging around before pulling out a large Ziplock bag. He dangles the bag in front of you with a smirk.

“Brownies?” You ask, a bit confused. “They gifted you baked goods? Well, I guess that is pretty nice. I like when Naomi makes me cake—”

“No,” Jimin whines cutely, dangling the bag again. “Not just any kind of brownies.”

“F-Fudge brownies?” You tilt your head and Jimin bursts out laughing at how genuine you asked that and of course because you are so freaking cute.

“No,” he answers, “These are special brownies.”

“Special?” You take a moment to think when it hits you. “Wait,” you point at the bag, “Is there…are these like, edibles? Like, pot brownies?”

“You finally got it, babe.” Jimin giggles but your heart is feeling fucking weird. You know he didn’t mean anything by it but boy oh boy, your stomach felt it when he called you babe.

“You…you want us to take these?”

“That’s the idea.”

“I haven’t done this since that time in college when we thought they were normal brownies!”

“I know. Me either. Could be fun with just me and you? Like old times.” Jimin opens the baggy and grabs two, handing you one. “Want to?”

You take it from him and sniff the thing…it smells almost normal? But also something about it…not so normal. “Should we?”

“I think it would be very fun. And not to mention a great way to wind down.”

“You are making some solid points, Mr. Park.” You laugh, connecting your brownie with his in some sort of cheers. “Shall we?”

“Mhm.” He smirks at you, watching as you start taking a bite. “Take the whole thing.” He tells you slowly and you pause for a moment before opening your mouth wide enough to wrap your lips around the entire brownie piece before chewing and swallowing it.

“You know I always do.” You say, one corner of your lip curving up. Jimin’s smile that you are so fucking addicted to spreads on his lips before he’s eating his brownie as well.

1.5 hours later

“Oh my god, I regret saying this brownie ain’t shit. I am so fucking high.” You giggle to yourself, your entire face feels heavy but in a oddly satisfying way. Jimin laughs as his response, his head falling into your lap from how hard he is laughing. “I feel amazing. Do you feel amazing?”

“I feel,” Jimin lifts himself from your lap, “I am just so happy because I am next to you.”

“You remember the first time we kissed?” You suddenly ask, your cheeks feeling like they are on fire. “I think about it sometimes. We were so young back then…so unaware of everything ahead of us.”

“I remember, of course.” Jimin leans into you, “I remember our second kiss too. I remember kiss number 425 and I remember kiss number 800 and I even remember every dream I had and kissed you in it.”

“Shut up.” You giggle. “Fine, what was kiss number 500?”

“Easy.” Jimin’s lips are pulled back into the most heartwarming grin. “Kiss number 500 is when we were at the movies to watch some marvel movie and I needed to pee so I kissed you real quick before I left.”

“You’re a smartass.” You tell him, “What’s kiss number 5 million?”

“5 million? Oh, I think that’s one from a dream I had. But I shouldn’t tell you because y/n when I dream about you, they are not innocent at all. Very dirty.”

“Hmm.” You sink deeper into the couch. “Innocent dreams are no fun.”

“Do you remember the first night we moved into our apartment?” Jimin changes the subject, his fingers tapping against your thigh.

“Yeah. You fucked me on every possible surface.” You happily remind him, your eyes on his fingers that have seemed to find a home on your thigh.

“I had never seen someone look so happy to have their head shoved onto the refrigerator door.” Jimin chuckles quietly, his fingers still tapping away on your thigh.

“It was bliss.” You whisper, eyes shutting as you let the feeling of this brownie take over your body. Everything feels so amazing. Your mind, your body. “It was absolute fucking bliss.”

“What was?” Jimin asks slowly, his own eyes shutting as he feels as amazing as you.

“Having your cock inside me,” You breathe out, “It was bliss.”

Jimin’s fingers stop tapping. His eyes remain shut, the light feeling his body is experiencing only getting heightened from what you said. “You liked it that much?” He manages to ask.

“Liked?” a breathy moan escapes you, “I loved it.”

“So, you and Namjoon…” Jimin isn’t entirely sure why he’s bringing up another man right now, especially when you are so happy to be talking about his dick but…”You two aren’t having sex?”

You open your eyes again, glancing at Jimin before you are turning your body to face him, both of your heads leaning against the couch cushions, faces closer this way. “No.”

“Oh.”

“We’re doing…other things. But we haven’t…”

“Other things…ah, so gets to taste you then?” Jimin smirks when he sees you look a little embarrassed.

“He does.” You admit breathlessly.

“He’s so lucky, isn’t he?” Jimin leans forward, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His fingers feel so good on your skin, your skin feels warm and tingly and his touch just makes everything feel more, more, more.

“Lucky?” You sigh out, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Any man is so lucky to have the privilege to taste you, babe.” There it is again. Babe.

“Do-Do you remember?” You close your eyes, images of every single time Jimin’s tongue has danced all around your cunt.

“Remember how you taste?” Jimin licks his lips. “Of course, I do. But you know, taste buds change like, every seven years.”

You open your eyes again and your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth. “It hasn’t been seven years though.”

“Then my tongue probably still remembers the way you taste and it probably still very much enjoys it.”

“So, you’re saying it wouldn’t sometime soon? When the years are up?” You tease.

“Heh,” Jimin leans forward as he laughs, his face in the crook of your neck for a moment before he says, “I guess you’ll just have to let me taste you again to find out.”

You know you are high as hell but words have never sounded so fucking good, you feel like every word he said is being absorbed into your skin and you are experiencing it like you’ve never heard something so fucking appetizing.

“Well,” Jimin lifts his head slightly, just enough for his mouth to be at your ear. “In two years. When the taste buds have changed.”

“Ah,” Your eyes are closed again, “But what if your taste buds have already changed? Maybe they changed 4 years ago or even last year.”

“Maybe.” Jimin stays close to your ear, “But isn’t when something is your favorite flavor it tends to be your favorite flavor forever?”

“Hm.” You hum in satisfaction, his warm breath on your skin making you feel like you are floating.

“An example, I’ve always liked ice cream, right? I will probably always like it.”

“What happens if you go a really long time without eating ice cream?” You continue to tease.

“Go a long time but then I finally get to have some?”

“Mhm.”

“Hmm. If I am dieting because of a role and can’t eat ice cream…god, that just makes me want it more. That’s what happens, right? You end up fantasizing about it so much until you can finally” Jimin’s teeth graze the shell of your ear. “take…a…bite…” and then he softly nibbles on your lobe and you aren’t even aware of the moan you let out.

Jimin is breathing heavy in your ear, his hands going to your waist and he’s whispering something to you. Something so horribly, tragically, beautifully, dangerously and exceptionally sinful.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Is all you can manage to say in response to Jimin. “Fuck, yes.”

And because of those horrible, tragic, beautiful, dangerous and exceptional words he whispered towards you, you are now sitting patiently on the edge of your bed as Jimin stands in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom. His eyes are dark, seductive and expressing his need for you. You watch carefully as his chest gets exposed, his stomach and finally his shoulders and arms when he slips the shirt off.

“Pants next.” You tell him, eyes roaming all over his body. Your lips parted as you practically pant at the sight of him. His expression remains serious, fucked out. His fingers unbuckling his belt before he is sliding it out of his pant loops and throwing it to the side. He never breaks his eye contact with you, even as he takes his pants off and he is in nothing but some black briefs.

“Your turn.” He tells you, fucked out smile forming on his lips. “All that’s left are…those.” He points at your lower half. “And that.” He points at your top half now.

“I thought you wanted me in nothing but my bra and panties?” You tease him, “Now you want them off?”

“I had my time to appreciate the saying ‘leave something for the imagination’ but y/n, I am tired of just imagining these things with you. Take them off for me.”

“Okay.” You speak slowly, smirk on your lips before you very, very slowly begin dragging your panties down your legs. You keep your legs closed, teasing Jimin further. “Take yours off too.”

Jimin matches your speed, his briefs sliding way below his hips, his member popping out before the briefs are on the floor and he is stepping out of them.

“Well, aren’t you so fucking hot?” You smile at him, “Look at you.”

“Bra too.” He walks closer to you, his knees hitting the mattress as he nudges your knees apart.

You reach behind you and unclasp your bra and let the annoying thing fall from your chest before you sling it away. Jimin’s expression is a little hard to read. He looks like he is struggling to remain calm, his jaw clenching and his eyes closing briefly.

“Me?” He sighs out, “Look at you. My fucking god,” He opens his eyes again. “You are breathtaking.” His eyes devour every little bit of you. “I don’t even know where to start.”

You lean back on your arms, legs spreading just a little more before Jimin is falling to his knees on your bedroom floor, he is perfectly slotted between your legs.

“I’ve never seen anything or anyone look this gorgeous.” Jimin tells you, “You are every fantasy I have ever had.”

You offer him a satisfied smile before you raise a foot to his chest, stopping him from moving closer to you.

“I guess I can start here.” His voice sounds so low and raspy. His eyes never leaving yours even as he slightly turns his head and gives small kisses to the top of your foot. You spread your thighs apart just a little more, a hand casually making its way to your core. He bites back a smile when he sees how you are trying to tease him. You don’t actually touch yourself the way one would think…your fingers only graze your hips, your lower stomach and your inner thighs.

Jimin keeps his eyes on you, his tongue licking a long strip from your lower calf until he is making his way up underneath your knee, your leg swinging over his shoulder at this point. He kisses, nibbles and licks your flesh.

“Your skin is so perfect.” He tells you, “You don’t have a body part that I don’t adore, you know? Every fucking inch of you is so fucking perfect.” He grabs your thighs and drags you closer to the edge of the bed, your ass on the edge, your crotch pushed into his chest. “You realize how fucking gorgeous you are?” He turns his head to kiss above your knee, the tops of your thighs before he’s licking at your skin until he’s sucking at the skin of your inner thigh.

“Oh, Jimin.” You try to keep your eyes on him but every feeling you are experiencing well, you are feeling it tenfold. You feel euphoria the closer he gets to where you need him…you aren’t sure if there is a word that describes euphoria on crack…because that’s what you imagine you are going to feel when he finally…when he finally…

“Jimin.” You whine his name, squirming in your spot from how overwhelmed you are feeling. Hips moving without your conscious control.

“Fuck. Every time you’re about to come tonight…I want you to say my name just like that.” Jimin keeps sucking at the skin of your inner thigh, teeth nipping at you and you’re the one who is losing it now.

Jimin’s hands go to your hips, holding them down firmly. He’s perfectly between your legs, gazing at you so intensely before he leans down. The first touch makes you cry in pleasure. His nose rubbing against your clit, he soaks it in your juices. He breathes you in and groans, the sound vibrating against your pussy. Jimin lifts his head, his nose glistening and he smiles at you, like he is so proud.

“You smell so delicious, babe. I’m going to devour your little pussy now, okay?”

You don’t have the mind to answer him. His fingers digging into your hips, your eyes closing as you focus on the feeling. His tongue is so warm and so wet when it slides over your folds, he explores every corner of your core with that sinful tongue of his. Licking around your hole, teasing you until he finally, fucking finally, he playfully and so slowly licks around your clit. Taking his time as he flicks over it. You manage to open your eyes and you are blown away by the view…Jimin’s dark eyes already on you, face shining in your arousal, tongue teasing you in ways you have only imagined.

You have never felt more incredible. Your body is in a state of pleasure. You feel light and almost like you are in a dream. But this isn’t a dream, you remind yourself. This is very real. You are basking in the slow, tender flick of Jimin’s tongue. His eyes are seducing you on levels you didn’t know were possible. You’d live in this moment if you could. But he doesn’t allow that when he finally picks up the pace, your hips bucking forward as a particular hard lick makes you feel some more. More, more, more. His thick lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking on it, punishing it for having you come for a man that wasn’t him. You’re overwhelmed. You’re reaching the edge so much faster than you want to. You want to live here in this moment.

Jimin hasn’t even used his fingers on you but yet here you are, losing yourself for him. You feel the buildup of your orgasm come so heavenly, it’s rising and rising and oh god, you’re about to see stars, you’re sure. Ah, any second now it’s going to all explode and you’re going to come all over Jimin’s tongue. He’s licking you faster and faster and yes, yes, yes, here it comes—

“What the hell?” You gasp, completely out of breath when you sit up, Jimin smirking at you deviously as he pulls further away from you. “I was about to—”

“I know.” He tells you, “I don’t want you to come yet.”

“But I was…” You erratic breaths are hard to ease, “Fuck.”

“I said I was starting here…” He touches your foot, “And here,” His finger goes to your pussy, you immediately gasp when two of his fingers push into your hole. “This was just a pit stop. I still have so much more to explore.” He slips his fingers out of you and stands up. “Scoot back.”

You listen. You scoot back on your bed and Jimin comes crawling between your legs and over your body.

“Now suck on these while I play with your pretty tits, hm?” He gently shoves his two fingers past your lips, letting you suck off all the arousal that coats his digits. He groans in satisfaction as he watches you suck his fingers. “Good girl.” He lowers his head into your chest, tongue finding one of your nipples and he’s sucking on it, making you part your lips as you sigh out. He takes advantage and pulls his finger from your mouth and starts massaging one of your breasts with that hand.

“Oh, Jimin.” You repeat his name, maybe too many times but it does nothing but please him. He releases your nipple from his mouth when he starts kissing up your collarbone and your neck and holy fuck. The spot. It’s the fucking spot. The spot only he knows. He’s sucking, biting, licking and you’re going insane. His fingers travel lower, they circle your clit a few times, making you whimper but it’s when he’s stuffing your pussy with those same fingers that you cry out.

He curls his fingers, brushing against spots that make you feel like you have never felt this before. The way his fingers start fucking you is the second most dangerous thing he has done tonight…his mouth still working on your throat, fingers pinching your nipple and fingers sliding in and out of you, there is no way you won’t come in the next 20 seconds.

Your body is going into overdrive as this orgasm starts approaching—and it is approaching fast. You are trying to tell yourself not to come but knowing Jimin’s rapid breaths are hitting your skin right now make that impossible. You start moaning loudly, chanting his name over and over and you can feel him grin against your neck. You’re going to come…seconds away. It’s building so deliciously god, you feel it. You—

“That’s enough.” Jimin’s fingers are quick to leave your needy hole and you are pulling him to you, begging him and on the verge of tears from how frustrated you are. “No, not yet.” He whispers.

“Jimin, please. Fuck, please.”

“You come so easily for others, don’t you? I’ll make sure you work very hard for the orgasm I’ll give you.” His sly smile makes your walls clench. “I know you like that. You love when I control every second of your pleasure, don’t you?”

“Jimin.” You cry again, his name but a whimper on your tongue.

“I was going to make you suck my cock. For a long time. I know how much you love that but I have got to fuck you soon or I will not survive.” Jimin kisses your cheek, “Is that what you want? Get fucked by me? You want my cock, don’t you? You want it stuffing your little pussy?”

“Fuck, Jimin, yes. I need you,” You moan when he takes your hand and places it on his hard length, “I need this.” You grip his cock tighter, “Need this fucking me, need to see all your cum.”

“Mm.” Jimin guides your hand to start stroking him. “I bet you miss my cum.”

“I do.” Your other hand reaches below and he hisses when he feels you fondle his balls. “Need you to feel good. I need you.”

“Lean back for me baby.” Jimin commands you with hooded eyes. “Do you have a condom?”

“In the night stand.” You glance at the table next to your bed, “Should I put it on for you?”

“Yeah but hurry before I fuck you without one.”

“Maybe I’ll take my time then.” You tease and Jimin cracks a smile. You sit up, reaching into your nightstand for a condom, ripping open the package with your teeth before getting the condom out.

“Wait.” Jimin breathes out, “Before you put it on me. I want your mouth first. Just for a moment.”

“Mm.” You hum, leaning forward as you look up at him. You take his member into your hands again, his body tensing at your touch. You watch as he eyes you carefully, the lust in his expression making you feel hotter than you are. You open your mouth, stick your tongue out before gliding your tongue on the underside of his cock. The deep exhale Jimin releases relaxes his entire body when you finally wrap your lips around the head, sucking slightly before taking his entire cock into your mouth and down your throat.

“You’re so perfect.” He manages to choke out, “Fucking perfect. Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your mouth. I wish I could let you suck on it but I need to feel your sweet pussy now.” He pulls away from your mouth, “Condom.”

You quickly roll it on his length and he has you laying back down. He settles between your legs again, lowering himself over you. He’s hovering right above you, your noses brushing when Jimin realizes something…a small chuckle leaving his mouth.

“You know,” He begins, “All of this…yet we haven’t even kissed.”

“Maybe kissing is too intimate.” You joke, grabbing his dick and rubbing it along your folds.

“Hm.” Jimin smiles, “Maybe it is. But it’s the thing I want to do the most with you.” He admits, eyes that were so full of lust just moments ago now hold something more serious, more concerning. “Kissing you is something I think about, maybe an unhealthy amount.” His hand covers yours, guiding his cock to your hole, teasing the entrance.

“Do you?” Your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel how he starts pushing his head in. “You think…” You pause, moaning when he enters more of himself inside you. “You think about kissing me?”

“All.” Another inch. “The.” Another inch. “Fucking…time.” He slams into you, bottoming out and you gasp for air. His cock snug inside you, your walls squeezing him as you try to adjust. “Holy fuck…” He needs a moment himself. “You’re so…fucking tight, y/n. Relax for me, babe.”

“I’m trying.” You moan, “It’s…it’s been a while.” “Yeah?” He struggles not to move, not until you’re comfortably adjusted.

“Please move, Jimin.” You start moving your own hips. “I need you to move. Fuck, I need you fucking me. Please fuck me until I’m no longer in this plane of existence.”

Jimin chuckles, his cock beginning to slide out of you before he’s shoving it back in. “You’re cute.”

“Jimin.” Your hands reach for either side of his cheeks, “Fuck me. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before.” Jimin gazes at you, brows coming together as he nods along to your words.

Jimin starts moving his hips more, the deep roll of each thrust making you claw at his back. He’s not moving too quickly but fuck, if he wasn’t fucking you so deep right now. His face is contorted in pleasure, teeth digging into his thick bottom lip as he concentrates at perfecting each calculated thrust into you.

“Ah god,” You cry out, “Harder.”

Jimin pulls out more, his hips snapping into yours over and over. He starts picking up the pace now, fucking you harder, deeper and faster. He’s losing it. He’s losing it. He could come. But he can’t come. This can’t end yet. He keeps fucking you like this, your moans and heavy breaths mingling together before he’s pulling out completely. He takes his throbbing cock into his hands before rubbing it against you clit, slapping your pussy, making you squirm and cry out in pleasure as he collects himself.

“Fuck.” Jimin grabs your hips, “Turn over for me.” And you do, your ass in the air when Jimin shoves your head into the pillow, his cock entering you again and he’s pounding into you so relentlessly. The way he’s fucking you, giving him this perfect view of your ass, he’s losing his mind all over again. “Touch yourself for me.” He commands, “Rub your perfect little clit, babe.”

He keeps his pace, the sounds in the room making you dizzy. The skin on skin, the sound of his cock pushing in and out of your cunt, your moans, his moans. This is the sound of sin, this is the sound of bliss.

You rub your clit quickly, just enough pressure to have you clenching around Jimin so hard. He knows you are close…again. He knows you are seconds from an orgasm. He knows at any second now you will be squeezing his cock as you come all around it. He knows.

“Stop touching yourself.” He halts his movements, “Bring your hand back.”

“Fuck….Jimin.” You cry out, “No, please.” Despite being so desperate your fingers leave your pussy and Jimin is already rolling you back over to your back. “Jimin, I want to come. God, I need to come. Let me come. Please, let me come.”

“You can.” He lifts your legs, settling between you again, the head of his dick teasing your entrance again before he’s sliding it back in. He leans forward, breaths erratic as he tries to compose himself. “You feel so amazing.”

Tears prick your eyes, “Please, Jimin. I need to come…”

“I know, babe.” He starts moving again, his hips rolling into you, every thrust has meaning, has a purpose, has a message he is trying to convey. His head falls to your neck, he breathes you in, he kisses your throat and he whispers the nastiest words. “y/n…y/n…y/n…” He lifts his head, eyes on you as he pushes into you faster and deeper and you ‘re going to cry if he doesn’t let you come…it’s building more than you’ve ever experienced before. This build up feels everlasting, you keep thinking you’re going to reach the top and tumble over, falling to your next existence but it just keeps rising. The feeling is so powerful, so intense. Jimin grunts with every thrust, his own moaning drowning out your own. He’s going so fast, hips starting to lose their rhythm.

“I’m going to…” Jimin groans. “Fuck, y/n. I’m going to come…I’m going to come for you…I’m going to come for you.”

You release every little molecule of tension in your body as you scream out Jimin’s name, your walls squeezing him so tightly as you finally, finally, fucking finally feel the warmth and tingle that washes through your entire body as you start coming. You come and you aren’t sure if you’ll ever stop…Jimin’s hips start to slow and he pumps a few last times before he whines into your neck. Your walls still clenching around his cock and he relishes in the feeling.

You’re both out of breath, chests heaving against one another, sweat layered on top of your skins. He’s still inside you, but that doesn’t matter to either of you right now. Because right now all that is going through either of your heads is ‘What the hell have we done?’ and you are both able to read the other.

He stares down at you, eyebrows coming together as he realizes what you two have done. You return his gaze, your own concern etching itself onto your features. There’s so much clarity now that you’ve finally come and maybe enough hours have passed that the pot brownies aren’t clouding how amazing everything is.

You two don’t tear your eyes off the other, too many things being said between you both. Your breaths still mingling and you aren’t sure what you’re supposed to do. Jimin’s expression is becoming harder and harder to read. And he’s thinking the same about you. He blinks at you slowly, his face getting just close enough that his nose bumps yours. You blink back, hand rising until you’re stroking his cheek.

You’re both slow to do it but he leans in just enough and so do you, his lips slotting between your own for a slow and hesitant kiss. Just a peck. You both lean away, concern still on both of your features. Trying so hard to read the other…but none of that matters. In a flash, his mouth is on yours again, your hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He moves his mouth against yours quickly, your kisses turning messy, tongues swirling together, loud and desperate moans escaping you both. You aren’t sure you’ve ever been kissed like this before. You’re too far gone to think it through. Your hands grab at Jimin like you are so afraid he could just disappear. He kisses you harder and deeper. His tongue exploring every part of your mouth and you couldn’t enjoy it more.

You both start grinding into the other, his cock getting hard again inside you and you both know…you’ve let the dangerous thoughts win. Thoughts are thoughts though and the most dangerous thing here is you, Jimin thinks. You are the most dangerous being on the planet and he is ready to risk everything for this danger. And maybe that is the most dangerous thought of all.

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HATE 8: EGO (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment.

Love, Ria

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HATE 8: EGO (M) I MYG x F!reader

I go back every day. To me of yesterday. To the life of giving up

I let myself go away. But in this world, you know. There are truths unchanged.

Han River Bay, cargo port, Seoul South Korea

Keep calm Jung Hoseok...

Keep calm.

There is a rumor that Jhope was the clansmen favorite son to inherit the Seven Moons. His talent for cleaning up a crime scene was almost as good as his amazingly good eye for new recruits.

No one was as loyal as Jung Hoseok.

That made him one of Kim Dohan’s favorite sons.

And a ruthless son of a bitch too.

Most of the lower clansmen were quietly favoring Jhope to be their next leader.

A rising star in Seoul’s underworld.

Like a twisted cinderella story.

He could really have a chance to become the heir.

But JHope wasn’t born with Clan’s blood.

Kim Dohan saw a lot of himself in the young gangster. In a decade of being in the Seven Moons he had managed to rise to the highest levels of the clan. He went from being a simple drug dealer to being one of the key leaders of their criminal organization.

You didn't see that every day.

Besides being the Clan’s Recruiter, Jhope's specialty was cleaning up his brothers' messes.

Whether it was the bloodied body of an enemy killed by Suga in a back alley.

Or JK getting a little out of hand in one of his fights.

Or that time Taehyung crashed a brand new Lamborghini into a historical sculpture in the city.

And let's not talk about the incident involving the Bengal tigers that Jimin asked him to bring to the club for one of his shows.

It still made him want to throw up every time he remembered it. Let's just say that in the end, they weren't cute kittens.

Anything that needed to be fixed Jhope would fix it.

Anything the clan asked for Jhope found it.

Anybody that had to dissapear...

You get the picture.

But even in all his years belonging to the Seven Moons he never thought he would witness a disaster the size of the one tonight. If someone had told him about it, he probably would have laughed in their face. His two brothers were fighting over the same woman.

In public.

At Jimin 's club.

Unbelievable.

Well, he wasn't so sure Namjoon really had feelings for you. The right hand was known throughout Asia as the most eligible bachelor. Hope knew of her brother's reputation with women. But Suga, he had never seen him behave like that. He never went to the club and when he did, he ignored all the angels. Male or female, he didn't care.

JHope was beginning to think that his brother had made a weird celibacy pact with the Leader.

Never in a million years did he imagine that he would witness Suga, the most indifferent man on the face of the earth. Who didn't care about you or anyone or anything, literally make out on an alley like a horny teenager during prom night.

And to top that with the pretty pampered heiress of one of his father's allies.

Unbelievable, really.

He really didn't want to be there when the Leader found out what happened in the club. The thought of it sent a shiver down his spine.They would probably both end up castrated. Although that would not be very beneficial to the clan now that he thought about it.

If it left the two leading candidates to inherit the clan without the possibility of having children…

“Jhope, where are we going?” your voice croaked from the passenger seat.

He was so focused on his internal monologue that he had forgotten that you, the aforementioned daughter of a former clan chief, fiancée of the heir, possible mother of the Seven Moons' legacy....

He had lost himself in his thoughts again,

“We must wait for things to calm down, Princess Nari '' he gave you a quick glance as he continued driving “Suga-hyung and Namjoon must be at this very moment extreme make overing each other's face with their fists and later when they get to the house, our father is going to finish what's left of them.”

You shrunk a little, he realized that your pupils were still very dilated, lips trembling as you were about to cry “Hey, princess calm down. We've all had a bad trip. Tomorrow you can say you don't remember anything and that you have low resistance to designer drugs. It's probably true, two doses of the new formula that arrived today from the labs mixed with alcohol? Wow, even I would have kissed Suga-hyung” That brought a smile to your face.

“Jhope, have you ever been to Russia?” he paused for a second to look at you, surprised a bit by the sudden question.

“Oh yeah, several times. It comes with the job, you know? I've been on several tours around the world, I like to call that my Mafia Tours. I'm sure you'd love it, if you take away the drugs, the guys with guns and the probability of getting arrested at an airport... Again “Jhope winked at the last part and the car came to a stop at a small warehouse.

“Let's go. You can have a hot tea and finish passing the Molly effect. And If you promise not to kiss me too, I'll tell you a bit of my story to keep you entertained” You nodded and got out of the van to follow Jhope.

Jhope’s small warehouse was on the outskirts of Seoul. It was a dimly lit space filled with stacked crates and boxes, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of musty cardboard and stale cigarettes, and the only sounds were the distant hum of passing cars and the occasional rat scurrying across the floor.

You noticed a few young men and women sitting on a table on the far back of the place. Most of them barely looked a day older than eighteen.

Some of them probably were still in highschool.

Or at least supposed to be.

They spoke in hushed tones, their faces obscured by the shadows, as they dealt in illicit goods and discussed the inner workings of their assignments.

To put it in a simpler way.

They were the clan’s runners.

Rookies that were being trained by Jhope to push merchandise in the streets of Seoul. The real reason why he was also one of the Clan’s favorites to inherit the leadership. Is because he was in charge of recruiting and training the new generation of the clan. Raise them, to become ruthless gangsters like him.

And you guessed it.

They were all extremely loyal to him.

Jhope guided you to a staircase that led to the second floor, secluded from the numerous containers that lined the place. Two men, more like boys, were guarding the front door and when they saw them arrive they bowed in respect. “Oh and Princess Nari, you can call me Hobi. That's what the people I like call me”

He opened two heavy metal doors. Inside, the room was sparsely furnished with a simple wooden desk, a few mismatched chairs, and a filing cabinet pushed against the wall. The walls were bare, save for a few framed certificates and diplomas hanging crookedly, giving the impression that the space had been abandoned long ago.

“Let's see, first the tea and then the story. Come on, drink up” Jhope passed you a hot cup as you sat together on the small couch. You could see pictures and souvenirs from different parts of the world.

He was about to start his story when a quiet knock was heard on the other side of the office’s door. “Boss, do you have a minute?” Soo-jin, a young recruit, and one of Jhope’s favorites, was standing on the other side.

“So-jin, I hope it's something too important for you to think you have the right to come into my office like this, when I have company." Jhope said.

She nodded strongly, "Yes, yes. Boss, you have to see this for yourself.

Jhope got up to follow the young woman. He stopped before the doorframe to give you an empathetic look. “Stay here, Princess Nari. Then we continue our conversation”

The air was thick with tension in Jhope’s warehouse as he stood across Soo-jin. He knew the young woman since she was a scrappy teenager who just dropped out of school. In a way, he saw her as a younger sister.

And he knew perfectly well that careful expression she had on her face right now. Like a kid who’s about to tell their parents they failed a class.

He saw through the broken window and released a tired sigh "So, what did you find out about my brothers?" JHope leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Soo-jin.

Soo-jin shifted in her feet, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I...I followed them for a few days, like you asked me to," she began hesitantly. "And I found out that...they're both involved in shady business. I saw the right hand covered in blood leaving the Han-yong bath house last night. He is definitely the one behind the murder of the leaders."

"What about the Shadow?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Soo-jin licked her lips nervously before answering. "I'm not sure, but it's something big. He was meeting with some men in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I tried to get closer, but one of them spotted me and I had to run."

“Boss” she continued, eyes trembling and her voice almost a whisper “Those men are the same that attacked the Shadow’s warehouse three months ago. It was staged. They were working for him”

Jhope’s face remained impassive, but inwardly he seethed with anger at the news. He had always known that his brothers were ambitious, but he never thought they would stoop so low as to betray their own family.

He leaned back on the wall behind him, his mind racing. He knew he had to do something to prevent his brothers from fucking everthing up with whatever scheme they were planning.

But he also knew that he couldn't do it alone.

"Thank you, Soo-jin," he said finally. "You've done well. I need you to keep an eye on them for me. And if you find anything else, let me know immediately."

Soo-jin nodded, relief washing over her. She had been worried about what Jhopes's reaction would be, but he had always been fair to her, even when she made mistakes.

He stood up, his tall frame towering over her. "You can go now. I’ll take it from here," he said, gesturing for her to go down the stairs.

Jhope's mind was already working on a plan to stop his brothers. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to protect his family at all costs, even if it meant going up against his own flesh and blood.

Because Jung Hoseok’s specialty was cleaning up his brother’s messes.

Even if he also had to take care of them.

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Of course you had heard everything.

The second Jhope left you alone in his office you bolted to the door and hid behind it. You already knew Namjoon was up to no good, but now you could link him to the murders of the ten Mob Leaders that were killed last night. You guessed that he did it behind his clan’s back by the way he was acting this morning. But now you knew for sure that the only biological son of Kim Dohan was conspiring against his father.

And the shadow…

You had to dig deeper into the information about the attack on the main shipping port. Maybe you could use some persuasion techniques.

Definitely not an excuse.

You were just doing your job.

After giving several sips to your hot tea, you started to feel the effect of the drugs wear off. Looking at the pictures Jhope had scattered around his walls, you realized that most were from places where the most powerful clans, mafias and cartels reside.

Also some pictures with gang leaders you helped take down.

Well, fuck.

“I look pretty handsome in that one. Right, princess?” You were so startled by his voice that you almost dropped your cup.

“I- I got bored waiting for you” you said begging internally that he would believe you. He gave you a cheeky grin “I’m sorry, it took longer than expected. Are you feeling better? Do you want to continue the story?”

You nodded as you both walked again to the couch “Hobi, how did you end up in the clan? I mean, I know Namjoon and Jin were born into it. But what about you, did you always belong here?”

“Uhmm you can say yes and no, princess” Jhope pursed his lips in a thoughtful gesture before continuing to answer “My family was involved for many years in the trafficking and smuggling of goods. Not at these levels, of course. But let's just say they were trading partners of the clan.”

“To make a long story short, my parents were caught by the police. My dad was convicted and my mom ran away, I haven't heard from her in many years” the man's gaze saddened and you let him continue. You couldn't help but feel a little bad to hear his story.

You remember that from his file.

A father in prison.

A mother in exile.

And a sister who had left him more than 10 years ago.

Leaving him alone in the middle of their mess.

“I was left alone at a quite young age. For the 15 year old Jung Hoseok the best answer to that was drugs and dropping out of school. It wasn't easy, let me tell you” he let out a dark chuckle “I had to be pretty creative to get something to get high on the streets of Gwangju”

He looked out of the office window deep in his own thoughts “Eventually that creativity led me to the Leader, our father. He offered me a roof over my head and free dope if I joined his clan. But the only condition was that I had to finish High School” Jhope laughed but his smile never reached his eyes.

“I was more than enthusiastic about the free drugs and not long after I discovered that I had a talent inherited from my parents for, you know, scamming. That made me a useful man to our father. The feeling that I belonged to something made me stay clean..... well, almost” Now he was silent, looking a little lost in his own memories.

“That's why I chose that code name, Jhope. Hope. Of never returning to my past self.” He said with a sad sigh.

15 years old. Too young to be an addict, you thought.

“Tell me about Russia” you asked trying to lighten the mood a bit “Do you have friends there?”

“We mobsters don't have friends, Princess Nari. Only associates, acquaintances and enemies” Jhope again went back to his usual smile “But yes, in Russia I met someone some years ago. I convinced her to stay away from this world... ironic, isn't it? But for some reason, in the time I was with her I didn't feel so lonely”

The hell?!

He was talking about Anya. You were sure of it.

Does he know she works for Interpol?

Does he know you work for Interpol?

You could feel your heart racing and this time you were sure it wasn't from the effect of any drugs. The image of the young woman in the store came to your mind. Jhope and Garam were too much alike, they had the same mannerisms when they spoke. The possibility that they were siblings perhaps seemed crazy, but to an agent's brain it made all the sense in the world.

It has to be...

“Hobi, do you have any other blood relatives? Like, you know, a sister?”

“What?” The man's expression turned completely dark in a second “Who. The fuck. Told you. About my sister?” he uttered every word approaching you, no longer looking like the friendly person he always was.

Maybe this was his true face.

But before you could even think about what she could answer him a clansman rushed into the office. “Boss! The dragon! The- they sent something again. I am very sorry to interrupt, but you need to see this” the young man's face was one of complete terror, as if he had seen the devil himself.

“The Dragon '' You furrowed your eyebrows at the name, remembering what you’ve read about the clan wars 20 years ago. But the report said that the whole Jade Dragon Clan was wiped clean by Kim Dohan.

You thought that there were no survivors.

But you were wrong.

Very wrong.

“Stay here,Princess. Please.” He stood up quickly and rushed out of the door. Obviously, you were not going to stay there. You wanted to know what all the fuss was about.

It didn’t take a second to reject that you didn’t listen to Jhope.

You failed to stop a scream of terror as you peeked over the railing of the stairs. Inside one of the containers were at least 30 completely mutilated and decomposed corpses stacked on top of each other.

Looking at them, it was hard to believe they were ever human.

And above of them a dragon's head made of solid gold, biting into a round piece of Jade. Watching you on top of that mountain of death. Hanging from the bodies was a message of victory, which seemed to have been written in blood:

This is how the devil pays for your loyalty.

That is when you realized that all of the corpses had the tattoo of the seven Moons on their necks.

They were clansmen.

And The Devil.

The note was referring to Kim Dohan making it clear that he had betrayed his own men.

That is how the Devil pays for his loyalty.

These were the men Namjoon had ordered to kill three days before.

The ones Suga was sent to disappear.

And you had a bad feeling that if you didn't find out what had happened there....

You would soon join them.

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Hello,

I tought a lot about publishing this chapter today or not. First I have to confess that i did not plan that Hobi's special chapter would drop the day of his enlistment.

But today has been a very weird/sad day and I needed to just change this feelings into something productive. So I finished translating/adapting this chapter.

Hate! Hobi is one of my ultimate fav characters, we love a dual king.

And for real life Hobi, we will miss you 💗

I hope everyone is doing well, I'll send you all a virtual hug.

Thank you so much for reading this story, it really means a lot to me.

Love,

Ria 🌙

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