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yutasgalaxy · 2 days ago
Love Alarm
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: best friend! Jaehyun (NCT) x reader
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, angst, best friends au
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, hair pulling
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.5k
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  In a world where an app is able to expose your feelings to your crush, you try to hide your own feelings from your best friend Jaehyun.
𝐀𝐍: thank youuuuuu so much @gyukult​ for looking at this and giving some much needed feedback. 
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It is a cloudless and vibrant day, the wind bringing in a light breeze kissing your cheek as you take a stroll in the park. There’s a festival going on today, and kids are running around with treats in their hands, with the adults watching them as they talk with each other. The birds sing a melodious tune, rings from the Love Alarm app in the air, and the overall atmosphere is a happy one, the opposite of what you feel in your heart. 
You are in love with your best friend Jaehyun; come to think of it, you have always been in love with him. He’s a handsome guy, with deep dimples when he smiles and piercing eyes that melt your soul when he looks at you. He has the same dry sense of humor as you, caring, and would go above and beyond to protect you. You could call him in the middle of the night, and he would come running, always making sure you were okay before tending to his own business. Jaehyun makes you want to talk to him about anything, and he listens and gives you advice without judging. He brings peace to your mind and flutters in your stomach when he is nearby. You love him.
Since high school, you two have been best friends, going to the same college and sharing many experiences together. Jaehyun was your plus one for everything, your study partner, first kiss, and your sexual experience. When you asked him to take your virginity, he laughed at you and didn’t take you seriously until you kissed him. He had experience before you and took care of you on that rainy night, being extra cautious to not hurt you and make you comfortable. It’s become a regular thing since then, fucking him when you weren’t seeing other people. Your feelings for him grew deeper over time, but you haven’t had the nerve to express how you feel, and you definitely don’t want to do it via Love Alarm.
Still roaming the park, your thoughts are clouded with your feelings of him when you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. As if his ears were burning, it’s Jaehyun calling you, and you take a deep breath before taking the call. 
“Hey there,” Jaehyun greets you. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing, just at the park, walking around,” you sigh, your heart beating out of your chest. 
“Are you okay?” he inquires. “You sound a little off.”
“Nope!” your voice squeaks, the people around you giving you looks. “I’m good. What’s up?”
“Well,” Jaehyun clears his throat. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over tonight? So I can order some food and wine, and we can watch a little tv?”
Your heart beats heavy at the thought of spending time with him alone; your center tingles at the thought of his head in between your legs.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there,” you confirm, sitting down on a bench.
“Cool, I’ll see you later,” he verified before hanging up the call. 
You know it’s not healthy to continue sleeping with your best friend and catching feelings for him without knowing how he felt. But at the same time, you don’t care; if this is the only way you can have him without bearing your soul, it’s worth it.
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“Hey, you made it. Come in,” Jaehyun waves you in, shutting the door behind you.
His good looks nearly knock you on your ass, with his chiseled jaw and dimpled smile making your heart jump as you snuck glances at him. You take off your shoes, walking into his apartment, the smell of chicken and fries in the air. Jaehyun has plates with food already set up for you on the dinner trays, and you grab a wine glass, filling it up halfway and taking a quick swig before settling next to him on the couch. 
“Do you have an idea of what you want to watch?” you questioned, taking a bite of your food,
“Not yet,” he reported. “I’ll let you choose what we are going to watch.”
You aimlessly browse through the channels, stopping on a tv show about a man struck by lightning while he was by a plant and gained superpowers. You and Jaehyun have a love of supernatural shows, and even though you have seen this episode before, it was still an enjoyable one. As you are making small talk, a commercial appears for Love Alarm, with an announcement of a sweepstake for anyone that signs up. 
“Oh wow,” Jaehyun’s voice booms through your thoughts. “$50,000? That’s a lot of money.”
“Yeah, I know,” you mutter, your eyes focused on your plate.
You gaze at him, his focus on his phone and dings ringing from the phone, confirming something was downloaded.
“Look, I downloaded it,” he shows you the screen of the phone, the Love Alarm app in full display, looking for someone that loves him. “You should download it too.”
You scoff and push your plate away from you. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“Why?” Jaehyun teases you, nudging your arm. “Are you going to ring my Love Alarm?”
Face heating up, you quickly get up, almost knocking over the tv tray. You mumble that you are going to the bathroom and high tail in there, locking the door. You lean against the door and exhale the breath you were holding in before looking at yourself in the mirror. With your heart palpitating, you fear that Jaehyun will discover how you feel about him. You don’t want to fuck up your friendship, as much as you love him, and confessing to him will just do that. 
You splash your face with water, taking a couple minutes to relax, and you exit the bathroom, going back to your spot in the living room. Jaehyun is already in the kitchen, putting the food up, and you help him straighten up, putting the trays away and straightening up the couch before he returns. He sits down next to you, handing you your phone, and your stomach drops, the Love Alarm application ready to be downloaded on your screen. 
“So I almost downloaded it,” Jaehyun confessed, leaning back on the couch. “But based on that look of panic on your face, I’m glad I didn’t.”
You clear your throat, raking your fingers through your hair before returning his gaze with your best poker face.
“I’m not panicking, Jae,” you lied, sliding your phone under your thigh. “I just didn’t know I didn’t have my phone, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh,” he quips, biting his bottom lip. “So why won’t you download it then?”
“Why would I?” You lean back into the couch. “I don’t like the idea of confessing through an app when I can just say it in person. Plus, I don’t have anyone that I am in love with anyway.”
He chuckles and moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Your body tenses, feeling uncomfortable because you want him, but you don’t want him to know. Of course, it doesn’t help that he decided to wear grey sweatpants that perfectly outline his girth. 
“You know,” Jaehyun announces. “You said something that has me thinking. You said you don’t like the idea of Love Alarm confessing someone’s feelings for you, right?”
You nod carefully, not sure where he is going with this.
“Well then, if you don’t have feelings for me, then it wouldn’t ring, right?”
“Y-yeah, that’s r-right,” You stammer, fidgeting with your fingers. 
“So download it then,” he taunts, softly rubbing your thigh. “Plus, you can get into the sweepstakes and maybe win some cash. What’s the worst that can happen?”
You find out I’m in love with you, you think to yourself as you download the app.
After registering, the icon appears, waiting for you to press to see if anyone nearby loved you. Your hands are shaking, but Jaehyun doesn’t notice, pulling up the app on his phone and already entering it. 
“Go on, press it,” he eggs on you. 
You take a small breath and press it, waiting for the magic to happen. Instead, the circle spins for a moment, and you both sit in suspense, unsure of what will happen. 
“See, this is silly!” you declare, showing him your screen. “Nothing is happening-”
You are cut off by the sound of the alarm ringing on both of your phones. You drop your phone on the carpet and jump back in shock, not believing what just happened. It must be a mistake, the alarm ringing on your phone as you are confident Jaehyun has no romantic feelings for you. You look at him, his calm demeanor unsettling you. 
“I mean, this is obviously a mistake, right?” you question him, pacing back and forth. “There’s no way you like me like that.”
“And what if I did?” He approaches you slowly; his energy is carnal, slowly sucking you in. “What if my Love Alarm was telling the truth? What are you doing about it?”
You feel hot, the butterflies making themselves known in your stomach as he is dangerously facing you. You want to kiss him badly; you lick your lips as the thought of tearing off his shirt and riding him on the couch is turning you on. You want to lay on his chest and confess your deep cemented feelings for him, and he holds you close, admitting those same thoughts. You want him, you need him, and you have to have him. 
Jaehyun holds up his phone, ringing your Love Alarm, a broad grin plastered on his face.
“If I couldn’t be more obvious, I’m in love with you,” he confesses, his lips brushing against yours.
Your body urges you to kiss him, and you do that, pulling him close to you. His hands run through your hair as he kisses you back, the passion ignited between you two. You lead him to the couch and accidentally fall back, breaking your kiss earlier than you’d like.
“So…” Jaehyun climbs over you and gives you small kisses, “I take it, you feel the same way.”
You don’t answer right away; the fear of being rejected after telling him how you feel despite what just happened is at the forefront of your mind. Jaehyun looks disappointed as he stops his kisses before getting off of you and adjusts his shirt,
“I-I’m sorry I did that,” his voice is small, hurt. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way about me.”
“That’s not it,” you stammer, swallowing your pride. “I’m in love with you as well. I always have been. I’m just scared that this will mess up what we had before.”
Jaehyun’s face relaxes, and he lets out a sigh of relief as he sits down next to you.
“Nothing is going to change,” he says, holding your hand. “The only difference is that we just now know out loud that we love each other, and we are going to be together. When you think about it, we have practically been together this whole time. We hang out all the time, talk to each other every day, and we’ve been sleeping together. I mean, it’s a no-brainer. “
You nod and lay your head on his shoulder, agreeing with his every word. You two practically do couple things without actually being one. So why not make it official? Why not make him yours? 
“You’re right,” you announce, looking up, admiring his handsomeness. “We’ve basically been a couple this whole time.”
“So we need to make this official then,” he picks up my phone off the carpet and hands it to me. “Ring my Love Alarm.”
You cock an eyebrow at him and smirk, pushing the pink icon that rang his love alarm. Soon yours was ringing as well, the rhythms in sync with each other and the melody sounds off. 
“See? Love Alarm isn’t so bad after all,” Jaehyun points out.
“Yeah, whatever,” you roll your eyes, inching your way to him. “Just kiss me already.”
Jaehyun does that, lips never leaving yours while laying you back on the couch. Your hands are all over each other, clothes flying across the room, your naked selves are bared to one another. His long, slender hands spread your legs apart, and his fingers slipped slowly into your entrance. You gasp as he moves coarsely with vigor, his fingers twisting inside of you. 
“Fuck, this feels so good,” you moan, enamored with pleasure. 
You gaze up at him, his eyes focused on his fingers, watching your nectar drip on his fingers. His dick is ironically in front of your face, hard and leaking with precum, and you take a lick, loving the way he tastes before taking him in whole. It gives you great pleasure when you have him in your mouth. In a way, you like seeing him succumb to your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. You own him at this moment, and he knows it. 
“You’re teasing me,” his deep voice barely above a whisper. 
“And?” You taunt him, “What are you going to do about it?”
Jaehyun’s hip bucks into your mouth, bringing him deeper down your throat. Your nails dig into the couch to take control of your gag reflex, eager to please him. His free hand clutches onto your hair, gripping it tightly as you suck him harder. His fingers thrust cavernously inside of you, earning a cry from you, cock still in your mouth.
“You like that baby?” Jaehyun grunts darkly. “Do you like it when my cock is shoved deep down your throat?”
You nod feverishly, slobbering all over his shaft. He rubs your clit, sending electric jolts through your legs as your stomach coils, reaching your peak. 
“Fuck! Jaehyun!” you gasped, your back arching, hips moving sinfully as your orgasm hit you.
It sends you into overdrive, bobbing your head back and forth until you feel him stiffen. Both of his hands clutch your hair, and you allow his length to hit the back of your throat roughly. Your center is flooded with your juices, and you are well aware you made a mess on the couch. But it’s well worth it when you hear him moan your name, your reward being coated down your throat with his cum. 
“Oh man, baby,” he grunts, stroking your mouth slowly. 
Pulling out, he tucks a damp strand behind your ear before lovingly rubbing this thumb against the softness of your heated cheeks. Leaning in, he presses a gentle kiss against your lips sweetly before pulling away, forehead against yours before whispering those eight lettered words that swell your chest, and vacuums the words from your mouth. There wasn’t much to left to say, and there wasn’t the need to say anything. All that mattered was the two of you, in each other’s arms like this for the night instead of a fleeting moment. He’s yours to keep, and it took the fucking Love Alarm to show you that.
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atiny-piratequeen · 3 days ago
A Blooming Primrose
Aka, Kinktober Day 19
Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Female Reader
Prompt: Lactation Kink
WC: 2.7k+
Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Humor, Established Relationship, Hybrid Au, Hurt/Comfort 
Tws: Swearing, Body Image Issues, Insecurities, Low Self Esteem
Sws: Cunnilingus, Lactation Kink, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, 
A/N: The reader is plus sized/on the chubbier end here. If I see any of yall being rude on this fucking piece I’m blocking you and snapping your spine like Bane did Batman. Don’t be rude and let us big people have nice things mwah xoxo. Also the reader has horns. Yes I know female cows don’t have horns. But they do now bc tiny horns on cowgirls is adorable.
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“Are you coming, Y/n?” Yeosang’s voice calls out to you. Your tail sways behind you as you hold onto the edges of the stocking you were pulling up. A large tear ran down the edge of it and you feel your shoulders drop in disappointment. 
The sound of footsteps draw your attention to the door and you meet Yeosang’s eyes, sending him a wavering smile. 
“S...sorry. I...I ripped my stocking. I’ll just put on some sweatpants.” You force a smile, and you can tell he knows it’s faked if the way his own drops. 
“I’ll be just a moment.” you dismiss him quietly. He reluctantly leaves, casting a glance at your back as he does so. 
He’d been noticing this behaviour from you recently. The way your ears fell and your tail dropped the moment you realized you could no longer wear your favorite skirt, the mall trips cut short when you found the sizes you used to fit before couldn’t go past your thighs anymore, let alone settle comfortably on your hips...even the time you’d turned down your favorite meal immediately after ripping a shirt he’d gotten you for your second anniversary. 
Recently, you often turned away from mirrors during sex, curling up as much as you could as he’d slowly thrust into you, moaning his name with your eyes closed, and Yeosang could see it all. 
“Baby...are you feeling self conscious about your weight?” 
You stopped short after getting out of the shower one evening, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He was sitting pretzel-style on the bed, waiting patiently for an answer. 
“I...Where did that come from?” You mutter. 
“I’ve noticed. I’m worried about you.”
You bite your lip as he unfurls his legs, making his way over to you. He stops in front of you and cups your rounded cheeks, looking at you with absolute love in his eyes. It makes you feel smaller than you actually are, your lips parting for a moment before he kisses you. 
It’s slow, and he gives you plenty of time to break it, but you find yourself stepping into his space, wrapping your arms around his midsection and gently squeezing. 
“You know you’re beautiful, right?” He murmurs against your lips. You feel your cheeks heat up and he repeats himself, speaking right into your ear. 
“Y/N. You know you’re beautiful, right? Being plus sized doesn’t make you any less beautiful. Your clothes ripping doesn’t mean anything else other than it’s time for some new ones, okay?” He tells you. 
You move to hide your face in your hands, but he gently catches them, looking down at you. 
“Don’t hide from me, beautiful.” 
That night, he lays you down gently, kissing you and holding you like you were the finest work of art, fingers tracking over your stretch marks, lips working sweet promises and praise into your skin. He found himself between your legs soon after, spelling love notes with his tongue as he ate you, holding your ass in his hands while both of your thighs were settled on his shoulders. 
You came harder that night than you'd ever come before, eyelids fluttering as you pulled his hair. He let you catch your breath, slowly kissing his way up your body before reaching your lips and rolling you over so you could rest on top of him. 
"Wait, I'll squish you-" you startle, but Yeosang only holds you closer. 
"Good." He hums, nuzzling your collar bone. 
The next week, Yeosang drives you out a bit further than usual on the day the two of you usually stop at the local mall. He doesn’t answer you when you ask where you’re going, and instead, simply laces his fingers with yours and gives your hand a squeeze. 
“Enjoy the ride, I took some time to look up something new for us to try.” was all he told you. 
You purse your lips before nodding, tapping your feet on the carmat before seeing him pull up to a large plaza. You glance around, spotting a restaurant you’ve always wanted to go to, a few small artisan stores, and the largest store in the plaza being a clothing store specifically for hybrids and humans of larger builds and sizes. 
Your jaw drops for a moment, looking over at him as he pulls the car into park. 
“It's really far, but I did find a store that has comfy clothes for a more diverse set of body types, and it helps that they have the Moo La La you’ve always wanted to go to right here.” He smiles at you as he opens your door before blinking in surprise when he noticed your eyes watering. 
“Y-Y/n? Wait why are you crying-”
You throw yourself into his arms, nearly knocking him over as you cuddle his chest. 
“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” You sniffle. Yeosang smiled and wiped your cheeks, kissing the top of your head between your little horns. 
“Don’t thank me. I don’t want to see my baby frown and cry like that. I don’t want to see you second guess yourself or your beauty. Clothes are only cloths on skin, but this is a step in a good direction. C’mon, let’s go, we’re early so we can spend as much time as we want.” He pulled you forward gently, kissing your head once more as you fell in step with him. 
The moment you walked through, a cow hybrid with a pattern on her ears similar to your own looked over, the bell around her neck sounding off as she smiled. 
“Oh! Hello and welcome to Shelley’s Moo-tique! My name is Ari! Would you like any help shopping today?” She beamed. You and Yeosang both looked up at her, staring at the woman that was well over six foot tall in awe as she waited. The smile on her face never faltered, and clearly she was used to people marvelling at her size. 
“ you all take measurements here? I’ve gained a bit of weight and…”You trail off, self conscious admitting it to a stranger, but Yeosang’s hand is at the small of your back in an instant, a reassuring smile on his face. You find your voice and tell Ari you’re not exactly sure your size and she grins from ear to hear, her bell jingling. 
“Oh? Well no worries, sweetpea! I can measure ya right up! Do you want measurements, too?” She looks at Yeosang, smiling as he nods. 
“Alrighty, let’s get movin’!”
You feel self conscious as she helps you to the dressing room, excusing herself as she took the time to measure you. 
“Alright. Gotcha. So these are your measurements and when you need to look for skirts, pants, dresses, and shirts, these are around what should fit comfortably. The Moo-tique has a few different cuts as well for folks with uh. Our types of ‘assets’.” She gestured to her chest before laughing as you made a slight embarrassed sound. 
She helped you, guiding you to each section before leaving you to your own devices as you and Yeosang both picked out outfits. 
“I’ve always wanted to try something like this…”
“Go ahead, baby. I think it’ll look cute.”
“Do you think I could wear that dress to Moo La La? It might ride up…”
“Wanna try it on? I can hold the other colors in your size if you want to see what you like best.” 
You look at yourself in the mirror, turning left and right. You’d seen this outfit on mannequins in stores all throughout the beginning of the autumn season, but those stores didn’t have your size. It had gotten to a point where you were convinced clothes like this just weren’t…’meant’ for people like you. 
Yet here you stand, comfortable and beautiful in this mirror. 
“Y/N? Is it okay? Too big? Too small? I can get something else-”
Yeosang’s voice stops short as you step out of the dressing room, smiling at him as you try not to get emotional. He looks you from head to toe, covering his mouth and nearly dropping the armful of clothes he’d been holding for you. 
“You look beautiful.” 
You walk right up to him, planting a big kiss to his lips before you smile, your tail moving happily behind you. 
“I...I know, thank you so much.” 
Yeosang takes the time to find some clothes for himself towards the end of your shopping trip as you shoo him away, making your way back to that familiar cow bell. Ari turns and smiles from ear to ear, opening her mouth to greet you before you bring your finger to your lips. 
“Shh! you sell lingerie here?” You inquire, feeling like your face was on fire. She smiles and nods, pointing towards part of the Moo-tique that was separated by a satin curtain. 
“Right this way, sweetpea.” 
A bit of fumbling and color matching later and you’d left that side with a bow and a flustered thank you, moving to the register before you noticed Yeosang waiting, big bags dangling along his arms. 
“Did you pay for-”
“Yeah. Everything is my treat today. Wait, did you get something else? Hold on, I’ll get the cash out of my wallet-”
“No! S-shoo shoo this is a surprise!” You gently push him away from the bundle in your arms, embarrassed as the cashier smiles at you two with a patient glint in their eyes. Yeosang laughs and moves out of the way, walking towards the door and talking a bit with Ari as you shyly place your lingerie on the counter. 
“Would you like to sign up for our Milk n’ Cream rewards program? It’s free.” 
You shyly nod, relaying the information to them before paying, bowing and saying your thank yous to both them and Ari before taking Yeosang’s hand and heading out into the plaza once more. The sun began to set as you moved to kiss Yeosang’s cheek. 
“You...really didn’t have to do all of this for me.” You muttered. A look of faux offense crosses his face before he gently boops your nose. 
“I didn’t have to go all out to make my baby feel confident and happy? What kind of bummy boyfriend do you think I am?” He inquired, moving to set the bags in the car. You press close to his side as he guides you towards Moo La La. 
The next time the two of you have free time, you decide to put the lingerie back on, sitting on the bed as you wait for Yeosang to come back. 
“Alright, we can put on your favorite movie and-” he stops short in the doorway, staring at you a bit slack jawed. 
Satin and lace cling to your curves, and you made sure to pick one that was a simple bra and panty combo, not wanting to hide your muffin top or stretch marks this time around. Yeosang breathed out a small laugh of surprise before he closed the door behind him. 
“Is that what you bought the other day?”
“It you like it?” 
Him crossing the room in a few long strides and picking you up as if you weighed nothing was more than enough of a response for you, his lips latching onto yours as he held your ass. He walked until his knees hit the bed, gently dropping you onto it before covering your body with his, smiling against your lips as you cupped his cheeks. 
You worked his clothes off quickly, kissing and leaving little love bites along your body. 
“Can...Can I ride you?” You quietly moan out, clenching around his fingers as he kisses the top of your breasts. His eyes glance up and you hear a rumble come from his chest. You’d been too self conscious recently to ride him, worried about seeming unsightly with how much you’d jiggle from each movement, but the look in his eyes was more than enough to quell some of that fear. 
“You can do whatever you’d like, baby.” He responds, moving his head up to kiss you as he rubbed your clit. 
He held you steady when the two of you changed positions, his hand on your hip and the other holding his cock up as you slid down on him, pussy gripping him tight as soon as you were fully seated. He gives you a moment, gently rubbing your hip and gently kneading your ass cheek with one hand on each. 
“Are you okay? I’m not too heavy, am I?” You whisper, raising your hips ever so slightly. Yeosang chuckles and unhooks your bra. 
“I got you, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly fine right here.” 
The tone of his voice make you shudder, and you lean forward, hugging his head as you roll your hips, eventually finding your own rhythm. Yeosang’s hands grip your ass, not pulling you down, but more to hold as you fuck yourself on him, your own moans increasing in volume as the bed creaked. 
“That’s it beautiful. Does it feel good? You’re gripping me so tight.” He growls against your chest, breath fanning over your areola before he latches onto it, suckling. 
That makes you clench tighter, eyes widening as your rhythm stutters. 
“B-Be careful. If you suck too hard I might-” You’re embarrassed to say it, but Yeosang knows well. He looks up at you, his face between the valley of your breasts as he gently kneads and pinches your other nipple, his tongue still working over the one in his mouth. 
Your tail wraps around his wrist and you hug his head tighter, an embarrassed, yet aroused noise leaving your lips as you feel telltale warmth run down from your nipples. 
“My baby girl, beautiful and sweet.” He mumbles against your breast, uncaring of the milk running between his fingers as he suckled at your chest. The compliment went straight between your legs as you clenched him tighter, panting against his head as you bounced faster in his lap. 
He switched to the other nipple, purring praise and sweet nothings to you as he lapped up every sweet drop, slowly thrusting up to meet you every time you came down on him. Soon, you couldn’t tell which was louder, the sound of skin against skin or your moans as you rolled your hips just right, feeling the head of his cock kiss your g spot. 
“You gonna cum, Y/N? It’s okay, baby. Cum for me.” He growled against your nipple, squeezing your ass. 
“Make a mess, I don’t care.” 
You let out a whimper, feeling your body shake as you bounced, cumming and covering his cock with your release as you slow your hips, panting. Yeosang moves his free hand under your ass to join the first, picking you up once more and laying you down where he once was. He kissed you, chuckling at the surprised look on your face as he began to roll his hips, pushing your thighs apart and looking down at you. 
“Look at me?” His voice is tender and you immediately look up, slightly embarrassed as you feel milk still running down your chest. 
“You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world. And I love you no matter what shape or size you are, Y/N.” 
You feel tears well up in your eyes as you reach for him, hugging him close to you as he slowly rolled his hips, dragging out his own orgasm until he felt you clench and whimper with your second one. He kissed you through it, hips stilling as he came inside of you. Even after your combined harsh breathing had settled, he kept you in his arms, kissing you like his life depended on it. 
When the two of you separate, you’re both breathless. He smiles and wipes your round cheeks, kissing under each eye, your nose, up to your forehead and each of your small horns before he meets your eyes. 
“I love you.”
You smile.
“I love you, too.” 
He peppers your face in kisses and you let out a small hearty laugh. 
“Can we clean up? As much as you like sucking on my tiddies, cleaning up this mess is a pain in the ass.” 
Yeosang snorts in surprise before laughing, nuzzling you as he starts to pull out, no doubt leaving another mess on the sheets to join the first. 
“Yeah, one sec, I’m on it.”
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jungwoniics · a day ago
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↦ pairing: sim jaeyun / jake x reader ↦ genre: fluff, slight angst ↦ w/c: 652 ↦ warnings: - ↦ a/n: thank you so much @goldenhypen for participating in my event 🥺 i took so long to get this done i’m so sorry 😫 but i hope you like it, em! (also thank you @cherrytyunnie for helping me out with the plot omg my brain really wasn’t working) 😍 ↦ event: 200 followers milestone! 🎊 ↦ synopsis: It was your first anniversary with you husband, Sim Jake. To celebrate the occasion, you prepared a special breakfast for him. But as the day passes, you start to get the impression that he has forgotten about the special occasion. ➵ taglist status: open — send an ask or dm! ➵ taglist (permanent): @enhacolor @meraniki
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You slowly open your eyes, slipping out from under your husband’s arm quietly. You take a quick shower before heading out to the kitchen. Your husband was still sound asleep in the bed. You have to admit it, he looked really cute.
It was your first wedding anniversary with your husband, Sim Jaeyun. So you decided to do something special for the occasion. Besides, you were sure he had something up his sleeve too.
A couple hours later, you hear your bedroom door open. You quickly place all the plates onto the dining table as you wait for him to come down. “Wow, there’s so much food!” Jaeyun exclaims as he walks over to the dining table.
You shrug, a cheeky smile on your face. “It’s not some special occasion or anything, right?” he asks as he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek. You just shake your head at his question, assuming that he was joking.
✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍– }༺❘✦
Since it was your special day, you were more clingy towards Jaeyun, following him wherever he went. “Yah, why are you so clingy today? It’s not like it’s your birthday or anything,” Jaeyun suddenly says when you kept wanting to cuddle with him on the couch while he was playing video games.
Frowning, you get up and went on to do your own things, believing that he had actually forgotten about your anniversary. Jaeyun knew you were upset but he decided to ignore it since it meant that everything was going as he had planned.
Soon it was close to 6PM when Jaeyun suddenly asks you to get ready. Assuming you were going over to Sunghoon’s again as usual, you drag your feet to your bedroom to get changed.
✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍– }༺❘✦
You look out the window as the car passes by Sunghoon’s house. “Where are we going?” you ask Jaeyun. He kept his eyes front but a smirk forms on his face, “You’ll see.”
Jaeyun eventually pulls up at the porch of the finest restaurant in town, PlusTwo Dining. You had been telling Jaeyun how much you wanted to dine there but it was so popular that you had to make a reservation a month in advance in order to get a table.
“What are we doing here?” you ask as your husband takes your hand in his and brings you over to the entrance.
“Hi, have you made a reservation?” the woman behind the counter asks.
You turn to look at Jaeyun, afraid that you would get kicked out when he tells the woman that they don’t have a reservation. But before any of you could say anything, a man appears from inside the restaurant.
“Hyung!” he calls out to Jaeyun, pulling him in for that handshake guys do when they meet.
He leads us into the restaurant to a special garden behind it. “Here you are,” he leaves us in the beautiful garden.
There were flowers everywhere. A table for two had been set up at the centre of the garden. The atmosphere was amazing and so peaceful.
“You… planned this?” you turn to Jaeyun and realise he had been staring at you the whole time.
He just nods, “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” you give him a quick hug. “But… I thought you forgot about our anniversary. And how did you manage to do this?”
“Sunoo was my junior in high school, and he happened to be the owner of this restaurant. This was all part of my plan. How could I ever forget the day I could finally call you mine, Y/N,” Jaeyun says, taking your hands in his as he gives you a warm smile.
As if on cue, slow music starts playing through the big speakers at the centre of the garden. “Come on, dance with me,” his smile widens as he pulls you in closer.
✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 }༺❘✦
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taemin-jaemin · 2 days ago
Ink heart ||
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PAIRING || Sehun x female reader
GENRES || Horror, angst, yandere (?)
SUMMARY || You were his forever, by blood and ink.
WARNINGS || mentions of blood, yandere behavior, Sehun being delusional in love, character death, mentions of accident
A/N || Yes, this is my fifth draft but hey at least I like this version better. Big thanks to @shining-prism and @a--pl​ for helping me so much with the initial ones.
WC || 0.5K
TAGGING || @exoxobsession @cerisetalks @iminchaosnow @shrutiajit @woo-minhee02 @buttvi @xavi-in-kpopland @whatudoing @spacebyuns @midnightmoi
EVENT || Part of the Suit a Lyric event by @houseofincantations​ thank you for letting me take part!
PROMPTS || Yes I took many- But hey some of these are my most favourite songs like i hate u, i love u, be alright and Paris in the rain.
17."I remember how you looked like at the end. The memory haunts me, as if you're mocking me. You're like a shadow." -Taemin, Shadow
11."Anywhere with you feels like Paris in the rain."- LAUV, Paris in the rain
33."Even though I see you every day you're still pretty and I love it" -Rose, D.O
41. “I’ll search the universe until I can find you again.” - EXO, Universe
54."The universe has moved for us" - BTS, serendipity
9."How is it you never notice, that you are slowly killing me." / "You want her, you need her. And I'll never be her." - Gnash, Olivia O'Brien- i hate you, i love you
16.“You took all of me and left.” - Taeyeon, 11:11
41."I know you love her, but it's over, mate, it doesn't matter, put the phone away."- Dean Lewis, Be alright
6."You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you."- Twenty One Pilots, Heathens
11."Even the veil that hides the smile inside the glass mask is lost." -Taemin, Advice
13."I'm the only one in your arms forever." -Dreamcatcher, BEcause
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“I’ll search the universe until I can find you again.”
The single tear drop fell from his eyes, dampening her skin once more. He hiccupped as he wiped it away, trying to swallow in the pain.
But it was too much for him to bear, too much for his heart to take. He could feel himself breaking under the pain as he raised the pen to ink another line on the skin.
“Baby, you took all of me and left."
The nib of the pen dug into the skin, breaking it until the blood oozed out of it. Sighing with satisfaction, he began carving his name with the new red ink.
Sehun wanted to remember her in every way possible, and he wanted her to remember every aspect of him. 
When she first died, his friends had told him that what he was doing was wrong, that he had to move on.
“I know you love her, but it's over.” Chanyeol had said, but he shook his head in disagreement. Chanyeol wouldn’t understand. He was never in love with her.
Sehun couldn’t, and wouldn’t move on from her. 
“The universe has moved for us." He muttered, staring at his artwork as he had carved his name on the skin with blood. It looked perfect, like now they were tied to each other forever.
It had been almost a month since she left, but he was glad that he could still see her everyday. Everyday he could see her pretty face, her soft features and bathe in her former love.
"Even though I see you every day you're still pretty and I love it" He muttered, running his hands over her ruined skin.
He clearly remembered the day she had died, the way her body was after the car had crashed into her. Covered with blood and bent in odd angles. He had nearly killed the driver in rage.
Here she was crossing the street to meet him, and here a drunk driver rammed his vehicle right into her in a red light.
I remember how you looked like at the end. The memory haunts me, as if you're mocking me. You're like a shadow. 
That’s what she had become for him.
A shadow.
He cradled her body closer to him, trying to capture her long gone body heat.
 "I'm the only one in your arms forever."
He smiled at her, but of course she didn’t return the smile. Frowning at her expressionless face, he forced her lips into a smile and then smiled at the memory. Deep down he knew that even the veil that hid the smile inside the glass mask was lost, and yet this was more than enough for him.
He only had simple wishes in life, and one of them was visiting Paris with her. But it didn’t matter anymore. 
“Anywhere with you feels like Paris in the rain." he muttered, running his hand gently over her carved skin.
He stared at his masterpiece with great satisfaction. All over her body he had marked his name, making her his forever.
Now she was always his, by blood and ink.
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A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
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btsmakesmehappy · a day ago
coffee machine & kisses
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Genre: Established relationship, Fluffy to the fluff
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Rating: PG
Warning: Maybe over-worried Taehyung, the reader is sick, mentions of hospital, surgery, medical conditions, SPOILER for The Company Series.
Summary: What happens when your boyfriend comes to your house and finds you in pain?
A/N: This girl is back after a while. This is a sequel for Palate Cleanser. But it also can be read as a One shot. There’s also a huge spoiler for The Company series. So, please check those out!! Also, most enormous gratitude to my precious beta-reader; I love you @arizonapoppy !
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Cold sweat runs down your forehead. Your hands turn clammy, almost cold as ice. Your breaths quicken. You curl your body further on the bed, clutching your stomach tightly. The stabbing pain in your abdomen has been going on for almost two hours. You took your medication thirty minutes ago, but the pain is still worsening. The nausea is even starting to form, making your head dizzy.
“Damn you, americano,” you grumble.
You walked around the supermarket to buy groceries. The bag of coffee you used to buy a lot before was on sale, displayed in front of the cashier, tempting you to buy it. You were just a mere human, a girl, specifically. You were weak at discounts. And besides, since you began dating Taehyung, you have been eating more regularly. For the last month, you have never had any stomach aches.
Until today.
“Fuck, why doesn’t the medicine work….” You only drank less than one cup of coffee from your (still in debt) coffee machine at home. Honestly, you were shocked when you found the reaction was so bad. This is the worst stomach pain ever.
You grunt as you try to sleep. It's only seven o'clock, maybe the earliest time you’ve ever gone to sleep. You are not sleepy, but you just want to sleep if that means you can't feel the pain.
Maybe if I close my eyes and try to sleep again, it will be better.
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Taehyung pats his pocket, making sure that he has the key to your apartment. Tonight, he decides to sleep in your apartment again. He has been drowned in his job, and he hasn't seen you for several days. Sure, every night, you both video-call each other until either one of you falls asleep. But it's just different.
He misses you. He wants to see you in person.
His thoughts are full of what he should have for dinner. He only had a bite of his favorite hamburger for lunch before work called him away, and now he’s starving. He wanted to drag you to dinner with him, but he knows that both of you are tired.
Maybe I should order a take-out?
He is still thinking about any possible food he can think about until he arrives on your doorstep. His brows furrow when he can only find darkness inside your apartment. He looks at his wrist, the watch from his father resting at his wrist. It is eight-thirty in the evening; you are not supposed to be sleeping yet.
"Muffin? Are you home?" He puts his key on the counter as he slips out of his coat. He scans the rooms after he turns on the light. The counter in the kitchen is messy, full of groceries. He tilts his head in confusion as he spots a cup half-filled with black liquid abandoned in the sink and a blinking light in the coffee machine. "Y/N?"
You open your eyes softly with the sound of Taehyung’s voice from the kitchen. "Tae?" Your voice is groggy, and the bitterness in your throat makes it worse. "Welcome..." You say softly as you try to sit up on your bed.
Taehyung walks to the bedroom as he hears your voice, but the sight of your disheveled state makes him stop. You have no color on your face. Your hair is matted to your forehead. "Oh my god, muffin, what's wrong?" He comes running to you immediately, holding your face in his hands gently.
"My stomach hurts…." You bring your hand to your stomach, patting it lightly. "I took the medication, but it doesn't work."
Taehyung's face crumpled in worry. He winces when he touches your cold hands. "Let's go to the hospital." He stands and walks to your closet, pulling out a new shirt for you to change as you don't even realize that your shirt now is all wet from sweat.
After he helps you change, he takes your coat that is lying on the floor and helps you stand. But with that sudden movement it puts your stomach in turmoil. Taehyung's eyes grow wider, and he guides you to the bathroom gently. He stays behind you, holding your hair up when you vomit. He even strokes your back repeatedly when you cry in pain on the bathroom floor.
"Are you okay now? Can you walk?" he asks softly as he holds you in his arms.
You shake your head weakly. “It still hurts so much.”
“I know, muffin.” He calls an Uber from his phone and helps you put on your coat. “I’ll carry you, okay? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable.”
He places your arms around his neck and sweeps you off your feet, carrying you in his arms. You always hated being taken like that, but as your consciousness fades and with the pain throbbing inside your gut, you have no choice other than to rest your head on his broad chest. “Thank you…”
Taehyung smiles, “just stay awake for me, okay? The car will be here soon..”
He may look calm on the outside, but inside? His heart is gonna explode. It took him a lot to stay calm in front of you. Seeing you, a woman he loves so dearly, in pain was too much for him. It reminds him of all the things that have happened in the past couple of years, and let’s say it’s not a thing he wants to happen to you.
He wants to run faster with you in his arms, but he is also afraid that you’ll be in more pain. And in the dilemmatic situation, the only thing he can do is just pray and hope you’ll be fine.
Luckily, the Uber arrives just as both of you step outside the building. The driver looks confused at first, but as he looks at your state, he immediately opens the door and informs Taehyung of the nearest hospital in town.
The Uber ride itself is not that quiet. With you struggling to stay awake, Taehyung turns panicked and asks the driver to drive faster, ignoring the speed limit. He even considered bribing the driver so they could go to the hospital more quickly. By now, the only thing in his head is you and you only.
"Muffin? Please stay awake for a little while. We'll be arriving soon," he begs as he shakes your shoulder slowly.
You look at his concerned face and reach for his hand. "It is just a stomach ache. I will be fine." You smile weakly.
He hisses. "Don't you tell me that you're fine when you are literally pale and cold like this..."
You bite your lips and rest your head again on his chest. "You are right. I’m sorry."
Right after the car stops in front of the emergency room, the driver opens the door,” and Taehyung scoops you again in his arms, walking inside hurriedly.
The paramedics act fast. Just as Taehyung puts you carefully on the empty bed, they check your vitals thoroughly and draw some blood. Still, Taehyung doesn't stop worrying about you; his hands never leave yours, sending you some warmth that you long for.
He strokes your head softly, pushing your hair away from your face while waiting for the doctor. "Is this because you drank coffee? You know that you can't handle it." He sighs and drops his head to meet yours.
"I just want to taste it." You laugh. "That machine is just begging me to be used..."
Taehyung snorts. "I still want to throw that coffee machine away."
You giggle softly. "I miss you."
With those three words, Taehyung feels this weird sensation in his chest. A longing feeling that makes him lean to you and gives you a soft peck on your forehead.
To give you your most favorite kiss ever.
Sure, you love kissing Taehyung. You love the sensation of his lips trembling and dancing against yours. You love how his tongue moves inside you, exploring you.
But a forehead kiss is the only thing that still sends shivers to your spine every time he does it. A kiss that makes your heart leap in joy and, at the same time, makes your knees go weak.
"I miss you too, muffin," he says with a deep sigh as he tightens his hand on you.
The curtain partition is drawn aside as a woman in a white coat walks closer to you. “Hello! I’m Doctor Kim. Are you L/N Y/N? Can you tell me what happened?”
“Yes, I’m Y/N,” you answer softly. “My stomach hurts after I drank the coffee. Usually, my medication works well, but I can still feel the pain.”
The doctor hums as she writes on the chart. She looks at the lab results and jerks her head up. “All right, I’ll need to examine you first, okay? Would you like your husband to step outside?”
You laugh weakly, “he’s not my husband, but I’m fine with him here.”
The doctor laughs as she looks at both of you and how tight Taehyung holds your hand. “Okay then, let’s begin the examination. Would you please bend your legs at the knee and relax?” The doctor begins to touch your stomach, frowning whenever she feels tenderness. And it makes you terrified more.
But Taehyung doesn’t leave your side. He keeps stroking your hand softly to calm you down. With every touch he does, he reminds you that he'll always be there for you, and like magic, it helps.
“How-how is it, Doc?” you ask.
“I don’t think it’s just mere gastritis. Judging by the symptoms and also your blood test, I believe it’s acute appendicitis. You should have felt the pain for a day or two by now, don’t you feel anything?” Doctor Kim asks with a raised brow when you shake your head, looking at her confusedly. “Let’s get you admitted first, okay? And we’ll do an ultrasound to make sure of the diagnosis.”
With the sound of a complicated term, you gulp and hold Taehyung’s hand even tighter. “Do I need to be admitted to the hospital?”
“Yes, you’re lucky that it didn’t turn into some peritonitis. At least for now, it’s not life-threatening,” the doctor smiles softly. “We’ll make sure of it and then prepare you for the surgery if needed. It might be chronic appendicitis that gave you stomach aches for years. So either way, I believe it’s the best way to treat it. But of course, it is also your choice.”
“Surgery?” your voice cracks, “But I have to work tomorrow….”
Taehyung pats your head lovingly, “let’s get you healthy first, okay?” He turns his head to the doctor. “Yes, we’ll take that recommendation. She will be fine, won’t she?” He gives you one reassuring squeeze on your hand, and he knows that he did it to reassure himself.
Doctor Kim smiles. “Every surgery has its own risk, but appendicitis is not a hard surgery basically, as long as you get treated fast. So yes, you’ll be fine.”
You sigh, and finally, you give in as you nod. “Fine..”
“Okay, Are you her guardian? Will you please come with me for a moment?”
Taehyung nods and rises from the seat, but before he leaves you, he presses another kiss on your head. “Everything is gonna be alright. I’ll be back.”
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“So I need you to sign here and there.” The doctor points at some parts of the paper after informing him about your condition and how the procedure is. “After you sign it, she can be transferred to her room, and we will prepare for her surgery while waiting for the results”.
Taehyung picks the pen beside the paper and signs it immediately. His eyes are still on the form as he speaks to the doctor. “I can’t believe you’ve come back to this city. Does Seokjin-Hyung know?”
She snorts. “Does it look like he knows? No. He won’t even care anyway.”
“We both know that it isn’t true. And do you actually think that ending a marriage is that simple? You just left without telling him anything, and both of you will forget everything about your relationship?” He puts the pen back on the counter with a deep sigh and looks at her again. “And you didn’t only leave only Jin-Hyung, you left us too!”
She stares at the pen, avoiding his cold gaze. “I’m sorry, Tae. But it’s over for me and Jin.”
“Is it, though?” he whispers, almost to himself. Some part of him wanted her to hear it, but he bites his lips and swallows the words dry, deciding not to intervene. “Is that all?”
She nods and gathers the papers. “Yes. The nurse will put an IV-Line on her, and then she can follow on the next procedure. Any other questions?”
Taehyung shakes his head. “No. I’ll go back to my girlfriend, then. Thanks, Doc.”
“Taehyung-ah!” She calls his name as she fiddles her white coat, hesitating whether to mutter something. But she shakes her head and takes a deep breath before she continues. “Please don’t tell Seokjin about this.”
“I won’t.” He looks at her one more time and turns his head to return to your bedside. “But I really hope he knows it soon.” for both of your happiness.
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The throbbing pain eases a little after the nurse injects some medication in the IV-Line. Your eyes are also getting heavier than before. The surgery went well, and it is indeed appendicitis. And you’re grateful that it didn’t burst or anything that could threaten your life.
You look at the man sitting beside your bed. His tie is loosened, and his shirt is messy, but still, he looks handsome. “You should eat something,” you say softly.
Taehyung pulls your blanket to your neck and strokes your head softly. “I’m fine.” He pulls his chair closer to your bed, sets his head on the mattress to look at you. He uses his other hand to hold your hand gently.
“Please. For me?” you beg. “I know that you haven’t eaten anything since last night...” You look at the clock on the wall across from you, and it’s almost four in the morning. And you know that Taehyung didn’t leave your side for a bit except when you were in the operating room, and you feel guilty.
“I’m fine,” he hisses. “Besides, who’s gonna look after you if I’m gone?”
“I’m fine!”
Taehyung sighs and looks into your eyes like he is in deep thought. And pulls your hand on his lips. “Muffin, I-I don’t think I can do this anymore...”
“Hmm?” you groggily ask.
“I miss you every time, and I want to be with you every day. It almost killed me what happened tonight. What if I didn’t come to your home?” His brown eyes are glossy, and he shuts them closed, trying to control his breath. You know how sensitive he is about this. He already saw his loved one on the verge of death, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Well, he also almost lost you after that incident. Technically, it’s pretty reasonable that he’s this worried.
“I’m fine now, right? And it won’t ever happen again, like literally.” You run your free hand through his wavy hair. “By the way, does this mean my coffee machine is safe?”
He sighs. “I know. But it could be worse! What if I came a few minutes late? What if something bad happened?” Taehyung pouts as he continues, “and don’t you even think about drinking coffee again, miss. You'll be lucky that I’ll give you some hours to say goodbye to that damn machine when we go home.”
You laugh, and your heart feels full as his fingers intertwine with yours like you made for each other, inseparable. And luck doesn’t even describe how you have him with you and you with him. It’s literally a gift from heaven when God sent Taehyung to you. A loving-caring-a, slightly over-worried Taehyung. A man that you could love for your entire life.
“Let’s move in together, Y/N.”
You forcefully open your heavy-lidded eyes with that suggestion. “Are you sure? Isn’t it too soon?”
“I plan to live with you for my entire life, so the sooner, the better.” He moves his face closer to you, putting your face on his both hands gently. “And besides, we basically live together either in my place or yours, and it is easier that way since we won’t need to bring our stuff back and forth. Let’s just put our stuff together in one place. Yeah?”
“I’d love that.” Your lips quirk upward in a joyous smile.
Taehyung returns it with his boxy smile and kisses your forehead longingly. When he moves away, he giggles and pulls you into a loose hug, being careful to avoid your stomach. “I can’t wait! We should also adopt a dog!”
“One step at a time, Tae,” you giggle at his antics. But deep down, you silently think what kind of dog breed you’d want. It just sounds like a beautiful idea.
Taehyung pouts. “Fine. Just get some sleep then.” He brushes your hair away from your face.
“You should also get some food,” you whisper, eyes turning extra-heavy as they’re forced to close themselves.
He laughs softly. “Alright, Muffin. I’ll get some food after you’re asleep.” He leans in and kisses your lips quickly. “I love you.”
He waits for your response and tilts his head when he gets none, only hearing your light snores. He looks at your already-fast-asleep state and smiles lovingly. He folds his hands on the mattress and puts his head on them, admiring your peaceful face.
Let’s just stay like this for several minutes before I go grab a bite.
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sweetsweetkpop · a day ago
Dee’s Kinktober- Day 10 - Toys
Genre: Smut
Rating: 18+
Aus/Tropes: Idolverse
Pairing: San x Felix
WC: 948
Sexual Warnings: Toys, Mention of Face Fucking, Mentions of Hair Pulling, Mention of Blowjob, Teasing, Dry Humping, Handjob
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Notes: Did I come back to start on Day 10? Yes, I did. Does this mean I’ll finish the rest of the days? I honestly don’t know. Also, this is rushed, so it’s not my best work so I apologize for that. Just have this for now and enjoy. I’ll make it up in the next one
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Ateez and Stray Kidz are close to each other, and Kingdom has only made it more apparent to their fandoms and the rest of the industry. It’s hard enough to find time for each group to have time for themselves and even harder to match their schedules to hang out together.
San and Felix found ways to do it, though.
San and Felix became excellent friends and found themselves texting or calling each other quite often. Sure, they have to be extra careful when they want to see each other in person since there’s always a camera not too far behind them when they go somewhere. But somehow, they made it work.
Neither one of them could tell how their relationship grew into something more physical, but it did. They both were their groups cuddling bug respectfully, so once they got comfortable enough with each other, it led to innocent kisses on the cheek or forehead. But then it just took one look, and they both boldly kissed the other. Nobody pulled back or stopped it. They both wanted it just as much as the other.
It started slow, just makeout sessions between the two while they grind against each other and some light touching. It stayed that way for a while until Felix found himself between San’s legs and sucking him off. San remembers struggling to remain quiet that day as he had him cumming rather quickly. Maybe it’s because they both know that they shouldn’t be doing things like this, but it was a risk they enjoyed taking.
As time went on, they only did more things with each other, getting kinkier than the last visit. From San having his face fucked as he was fully seated on a toy to Felix being fucked deep behind as his hair was pulled and his prostate milked.
It didn’t take long for their members to pick up on what they were doing and lightly scold them for being risky, but it still hasn’t stopped them, and that day was no different.
There was an eagerness in them both. The moment they were in a room with the door closed, they were on top of each other, kissing and grabbing each other and they both fell onto the bed with Felix on top. San would grab his waist and roll his hips up onto him, so he could feel how hard he was already. It made Felix moan and press right back against him.
They were like that for a while until San tapped his thigh and had Felix rise off of him. San went over to the closet in the room and grabbed something from a box. Felix curiously looked over until San turned around with a cat-like grin. He held a double-sided dildo along with some lube as he headed back into the bed.
They wasted no time stripping out their clothes, not wanting to get anything dirty. They got back on the bed and San grabbed the lube and started to prep Felix first. He eased his fingers inside of him and started a steady pace before adding another finger and scissoring him open. His moans were low as a hand gripped the sheets when his fingers glided across his prostate. San kissed his thigh as he fingered him and kept watch of his face until he felt that he was prepped enough.
Felix was quick to go and do the same for him until San revealed the plug inside of him that he placed inside of himself earlier. So San coated the toy on both ends as he brought one end to Felix before slowly pressing it inside. The younger let out a sigh when he felt it slide inside and stretch him. San kept his grip on the toy as he adjusted his body to insert the toy into himself.
By the time San had the toy inside of him, they were pressed against each other. San grabbed hold of Felix’s leg and rolled his hips, making them both moan. San took control of the pace as he moved his hips in a slow but deep rhythm. Felix just watched the older man move his body to make them both feel good as he looked down at him with that grin that only made his cock jump.
The action didn’t go unnoticed by San as he used his other hand to stroke his cock, making the other man jolt. He tries to cover his mouth, but San grips his leg but more and moves his hips a bit faster before having them take the toy even deeper.
It was getting harder for both of them to keep their voices down. Skin slapping from their thighs, meeting along with their pace as the toy was barely visible since they were both taking it deep inside, hitting each of their prostates.
Felix tried to choke out a sound, but it only fell silent as he stiffened and came over San’s hand and his stomach. San was now rolling his hips to chase his orgasm before he stilled, cumming against his stomach.
They both waited a while to catch their breath before San slid the toy out of himself first and then gently took it out of Felix. He crawled up to kiss his face, and it made Felix smile as he turned his head to kiss him properly. They both knew they had to get cleaned up and soon leave each other again, but they decided to take their time today. They wrapped their arms around each other and enjoyed the warmth of their bodies together as they took a nap, just enjoying each other’s company.
@nocturne-overtures @gettin-a-lil-hanse @kimnamshiks @jacksons-goddess-gaia @yunhofingers @mirror-juliet @itbtoblikethatsometimes
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opaljm · 23 days ago
i. legend of the lamp (m) – jjk
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➺ pairing: genie!jungkook x female reader
➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; fantasy au; magic au; strangers to lovers
➺ warning/content tags: 18+; explicit sexual content: female masturbation (solo shower time activities, pro anal enthusiast y/n she wants it SOO bad but is very deep in denial); underwater sexual activities plz do not attempt at home you might drown (kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, boob kink jeon makes his debut, he likes to bite and make it hurt but he also likes to kiss it better); sex in public (jungkook is an exhibitionist freak, y/n and jungkook give the ‘mile high’ club a new meaning, very mild food play, mean cocky jungkook shows up as expected, jjk's dirty talk is UNMATCHED, gross nasty jeon with the spit/licking kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, the slightest bit of breath play/choking kink, impregnation kink is mentioned, possessive attention whore jungkook); sloppy cunnilingus with too much teeth tbh, finger fucking, there’s almost fisting but they both wimped out— there's always next time tho ;), forced orgasms, big dick hung like a fucking stallion jeon jungkook, unprotected sex but its fine cuz koo is a genie with fetus deletus powers, spanking, soft dom jk who degrades y/n like a CHAMP if it were a contest he would be winning a gold medal for it, jungkook likes to punish y/n until she can’t even think straight, standing up sex courtesy of strength demon jeon, praise thirsty competitive af constantly wanting validation jungkook, they both have a size kink let’s be real, reader has a strength kink throughout this entire fic she just wants to be manhandled and thrown around like she’s jungkook’s pretty sex doll, soft passionate sex, creampie, lovely aftercare from our cleaning fairy koo
➺ word count: 23k semi-edited but im too tired to actually do it properly :(
➺ summary: Jungkook has been serving his time as a genie for the last 2000 years, unfortunately stuck in a lamp for the last 200 years before he is woken from his slumber by a beautiful woman who somehow activates his lamp while making a wish that ends up letting him out. After eons of having to bend over backwards to make the desires of evil individuals from power hungry dictators to spoiled princesses come into fruition, he’s updated his contract to be more choosy over who the lamp allows to be his master. It comes to his great surprise that this woman was able to make the lamp work and that she only yearns to be loved and no longer be lonely. But all of the wishes he grants now have time constraints, another caveat he added to the contract, and he wonders what life would be like if he had never made that stupid rule. Because, as the week progresses, he finds himself falling deeper and deeper into her spell, pondering what it would be like if he never had to stop playing the role of her man. 
➺ author’s note: Sorry for disappearing after announcing a fic, I had a health scare which kind of had the domino effect of making me have a really shitty three weeks regarding my education and future and pulling me into a depressive episode (which yea turns out can be firmly blamed on the medication I've been taking because its a possible side effect). It's been a mess and a half but, I'm here, the fic's here (or half of it anyways). I hope you all enjoy it and leave some love 💕 Also, if I had known that all of that shit would’ve happened, I would’ve posted part one a lot longer ago, since you all know I had finished writing it a while back. I just kept holding out hope that I would be able to finish the entire fic in time but life got in the way of that. I hope that y’all don’t hold that against me too much! Part two will drop after Jimin’s birthday fic drop so I don’t fuck up that deadline as well! I’m under a lot of pressure as one of the hosts of his birthday collaboration. Please, please, please leave feedback for this story. Since it’s a two shot, your feedback is absolutely critical in helping my self-esteem about the direction of the story and flowing my creative juices for writing part two! 
This fic is a part of Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade! Banner made by @kimtaehyunq​. Beta-read by @jimilter​ (miss girl helped out with the content warnings too we love her!), @ressjeon​, and @amourtae​ the lovely angels❣️
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Today has just absolutely not been your day. 
It seems like things went off to a rough start from right when your morning began. You woke up late because your alarm clock hadn’t gone off, and in your hurry to leave for work this morning, you picked out your outfit for the day half asleep as you attempted to brush your teeth and comb through the unruly mess that was your bedheaded locks of hair. When you spit out that white cloud of mint flavored foam, it got on your peach colored lavallière top, staining the silk pussycat bow. 
You ended up wearing a too tight black with gray pinstripes pencil skirt you kept meaning to donate to Goodwill, but never quite got around to it, and a silky white blouse that you had loved when you thrifted but then later had realized that the abstract black lines that made up its designs were not flowers like you initially had thought but were rather depictions of nude female silhouettes. The shirt is lovely; it’s certainly a statement piece and one that would look great on you on most occasions and would make for a darling ‘outfit of the day’ post on Instagram, however it is not exactly workplace appropriate attire for the public university where you work as an admissions counselor. 
But even with that little kerfuffle, you had not been too stressed early on in the day. Oh, if only you knew how badly the rest of the day would continue to be. As you went out the door, you smartly thought of snatching your black peacoat off the coat hook in the entryway, which could be used to cover up the sexually deviant positions the ladies on your shirt were contorted into. You ended up needing it too, after a mishap at the coffee shop in the student union left you with dark coffee dripping down your torso and making your shirt transparent as it clung to you with the wet sugariness of the shaken espresso seeped with vanilla syrup. 
Things continued to go badly during your appointment with an incoming freshman and her parents who wanted to pull her out of the university because of the trouble she had gotten into over the summer after graduating from high school. Your heart goes out to the girl after remembering how badly that conversation had gone and how despite your best attempts, neither you nor she could sway her parents’ made up minds. You weren’t even able to convince them to change her enrollment to an off-campus one where she could commute from her parents house, whereas she was previously an on-campus student with a room in the freshmen dorms. They wanted her to pay for her actions by going to community college and getting a part time job.
Making matters worse, you had almost thrown up the 6-inch Subway tuna melt you had gotten and now as you walk home, in your pinching heels, too tight skirt, and your peacoat hiding your stained shirt, to your apartment just two miles away on the far end of the glittering and bustling university village that was adjacent to one of the largest and most vibrant cities in the country, it starts to drizzle.
Normally, you do not mind the rain. Of course, your previous attitude of the rain was based on the fact that you did not have too many experiences of being wet like a drowning rat, caught in the middle of the storm without an umbrella or any sort of protection while wearing shoes that were not that slip resistant. 
You sigh as you continue onwards, wondering if maybe you should duck into the Target that you are passing to buy an umbrella. But you already know that Target will be out of stock, like it always is out of stock during unexpected bouts of rain because the students buy out the umbrellas, even going so far as to making the overpriced ones in the student store, that are in the school colors and have the school’s mascot imprinted on them bold and center, out of stock. 
When you finally do get home, you leave your wet shoes on the mat you have just inside the entrance, toeing them off and exchanging them for your fuzzy pink bunny slippers that are not only soft and dry but a huge and warm comfort to your freezing feet. You scamper your way to the opposite side of the apartment, sliding the glass doors that lead to the balcony open, and you hang your coat off of the backs of one of your iron outdoor chairs for it to dry, or at least keep it from dripping all over your apartment. 
You debate whether you should take your clothes off on the balcony too. You’re not afraid of university students seeing you; your apartment is out of most of their price ranges except for the richest of them all, but even knowing that, you don’t have a lot of fear since half of your balcony is covered in thin mesh privacy netting. The half of your wraparound balcony that is exposed to the elements is the part of it that you can access from your bedroom’s sliding doors as well. Not wasting another second, you quickly shed the offending articles of clothing off, just standing there in your fuzzy slippers and a matching black pair of Sabrina panties and brassiere from Honey Birdette. You regret your decision instantly as the transparent tulle and ribbons of lace do nothing to protect you from the blasts of wind causing the rain to drift your way but you fight through it. After letting those clothes hang to dry as well, you make your way back in, bypassing the living room to head straight for the shower. 
Your black underwear set clings to your body, you notice when you catch a glimpse of yourself of the giant mirror that takes over half the wall over your dual sink vanity. You see a figure with hardened plum colored nipples, covered in goosebumps, staring back at you. Her eyes widen from her surprise at how her body quivers even indoors and her hair is drying in messy curly tendrils around her ears. You look almost unrecognizable.
Flittering around the modern minimalistic styled bathroom, you busy yourself turning on the shower and waiting for the water to turn warm, as it always takes the pipes a moment to heat up. In the interim, you grab two fuzzy towels, one for your hair and one for your body, to throw over the glass partition of the shower since there are no conveniently placed towel racks. You also grab your fancy pink “cloud” face wash from the sink, which honestly does too little for its steep price point, in your opinion, and your A Thousand Wishes body cream from Bath & Body Works, that you had stocked up on during the summer semi-annual sale. 
By now, the water is finally hot enough and starting to steam up your bathroom a bit. You slide off your bra and step out of your panties before flinging them into the laundry hamper. Walking into the shower stall is a welcome respite after your long day. For a moment, you just stand there motionless, letting your eyes flutter shut as the showerhead jets water over you, soaking your hair completely and soothing your worn out exhausted muscles. You could pass out from comfort in the shower and that would be horrible but oh you understand now why some people are able to fall asleep in their baths. 
Your shampoo and conditioner bottles are the pump kind so you don’t need to put in too much effort to squeeze out the peony and amaretto scented ambery gold colored liquid into your cupped palm. Today is going to be a simple shower; you’re too drained to go into your whole hair routine with its scalp scrubs, serums, and hair masks, in addition to the usual shampooing and conditioning you do. When it's finally worked into your hair, making it foamy from how well you scrubbed it in, you let the shower wash your hands clean and let the suds disperse. 
Your shower gel is A Thousand Wishes scented too; you’re not the type to mix scents and give yourself a migraine when you can avoid it. Abandoning the loofah, you decide to run your soapy hands over your body for a quick clean. When your hands skim over your breasts and your long acrylic nude ombre nails catch on a nipple, instantly turning the already hard nub into a rock solid bullet, you stifle a surprised moan. Your mind whirls as you recover from the sensation. 
Even as fatigue clouds your mind, the world seems to get closer as your senses become hyperaware. Suddenly you can feel the cool stone underneath your feet that much more as your toes curl in pleasure from how it contrasts wonderfully with the warm water cascading over you. As your hands wander down your body, molding your palms against every curve and divot, the shower gel and water provides a nice lubrication, making it easy for you to slide your fingers over your body. You have to press harder to make your touches rougher, and the delicious friction that comes from those more frantic brushes make your voice catch in the back of your throat before it crawls its way up in the form of a delicious keen.
Oh, what you would do to have a gorgeous male manhandle you right now. You like it rough; you like a little bit of force that reminds you of the strength behind his muscles that you know he would never use on you but the idea that he could make your strength and size kinks come alive. Your hand now transverses over to your throat and you wrap your slim fingers around it, your long nails lightly scraping against the delicate flesh, relishing in the hold but sighing in frustration that your small weak hands can’t apply the pressure that you actually want. 
You’re single because the males you keep finding have no idea how to treat a woman in a way that makes her feel safe even when she wants to be utterly destroyed. A lot of it is based on trust and respect. The shitheads you meet? You wouldn’t even trust them to walk you home at night without angling for a kiss you don’t want to give. 
Abandoning the hand from your throat, you instead press your front side against the marble walls of the shower, pretending that it’s your lover who’s got you clinging to the damp stone and that his hands are dipping over your hips before going lower, wrapping themselves around your thighs in a way that has his thumbs pressing into the clefts of your asscheeks as he spreads them apart and the water from the shower flows into the puckering hole that is revealed. You hate the concept of anal sex but as one of your hands busy themselves in the front, plucking at your clit and fluttering across your folds as you tease yourself to the brink without any insertion, the other hand is working on your tight asshole, your thumb pressing onto it, flirting by only letting the tip of your thumb in before pulling away.
What you would do to have a big heavy cock stroke your ass, painting it with its precum, taunting the sensitive hole hidden between by pressing against it but not entering. Or for you to be on your tiptoes with your legs parted so that his cock could slide underneath, thrusting against the petaled furls of your pussy until he plunged into it from behind while you’re trapped between his warm slick body, his hard abdominal muscles and chest pressing against your back, and the cool marble, your nipples turning into stiffened peaks that are begging to be touched but finding no purchase against the slippery walls. It would feel almost claustrophobic, like you can’t move due to his delicious weight and like the only part of you that could move was your pussy, its walls clenching around him and clinging to him every time he slammed into you. 
With three fingers inside you, you can almost pretend that it’s real. Though, you know that at any moment you can move away since there's nothing actually trapping you into the position that you are in. You can’t finish though, your mind is your own mental prison, too cynical and realistic for its own good. You find yourself reaching up for the removable shower head and pulling it down. Your hand frantically clicks on the controls, increasing the water pressure. You debate if you want to do this standing up but you know that you will lose the feeling in your legs the second your explosive orgasm hits after being edged for so long. Thus, you slide down to a sitting position in your shower, your back against the wall, your legs folded up and spread apart as you position the showerhead right at your cunt, knowing that your clit will be getting the maximum pressure possible. 
You emerge from your shower ten minutes later with your legs feeling so jelly-like you have to grip at the walls to make it back to the sink to finish up your skincare routine and return the products that you had taken with you into the shower back to their original homes. 
When you feel squeaky clean and refreshed, bundled up in your favorite pajamas, a beige plaid set you had gotten as a white elephant present so they are very roomy and swamp your body, you finally deal with your wet work clothes properly and put them for a cycle in the dryer. You’ll likely have to deal with your Chinese Laundry peep toe pumps as well so that the leather doesn’t dry weirdly and make them crack in places but, that’s a concern for you in the future.
With a towel wrapped high around your head in a way that might end up giving you a receding hairline, if you don’t stop using that method to dry your hair soon, you step back into the main part of your apartment. Your eyes quickly go to the coffee table where it appears that your best friend had dropped something off while you were away at work.
There’s a bouquet of pink and white peonies that you immediately fix up in a vase with the proper amount of water, a square box covered in black matte wrapping paper with art deco style gold designs embedded into it, and lastly, a wine bottle in a gorgeous black and gold gift bag that compliments the wrapping on the box and has a matching envelope pinned to it. Before you sit back down on the plush comfort of your oat colored cloud sofa, you rip the envelope off from how it’s been stapled to the gift bag so that you can tear open the flap and get to the card inside. Reclining back, you narrow your eyes to read, having forgotten to grab your glasses from your bedroom dresser and having already taken off your contacts for the day:
Happy Birthday my darling Y/N! I hope that your 25th birthday is the most beautiful one to come so far! Wishing you nothing but blessings and good fortune on this beautiful day! Your present this year is one that surprised me as well but when I saw it, I was drawn to it instantly and the thought that it might be perfect for you abruptly flooded my mind! Can’t wait to hear your opinion on it!
Love, Safi
P.S. Don’t waste this wine by keeping it for a better day! Live in the now by cracking it open today and enjoying a birthday toast because today is just as important as whatever future occasion you’re trying to justify would be a better opportunity to enjoy the wine! (save the Sephora gift card for a rainy day though lol)
You laugh self-indulgently and look back inside the envelope where there is indeed a black $100 Sephora gift card before putting them all aside. You suppose you should listen to Safi’s advice even though today has not been a great birthday by any stretch of the words since it will be nice for you to unwind with a glass of wine. Pulling the bottle out you can see that it is a bottle of rosé, Gerard Bertrand Cote des Rosé to be precise, and the glassware is magnificent with the bottom of the bottle being designed in the shape of a rose with all its petals. 
The box lies unopened for now even if it’s your main present. You have too much of a one track mind and you immediately want to crack open the alcohol to let loose and make yourself forget about your day for just a little bit. You head for the kitchen cabinets and reach for the first drinking vessel you can grab, not too picky when it’s almost 11pm and you have to wake up at 6 in the morning. Perhaps Safi didn’t want you to drink the alcohol out of a coffee mug, in your most comfy sleepwear and a towel wrapped around your head, but it’s the best you can do at the moment. 
You nestle the bottle in the crook of your right arm, holding the mug in the same hand while grabbing the box with your left and taking all three objects out with you to the balcony. It takes you a little finagling to manage opening the sliding door but you soon make your way out where a light breeze brushes against your body comfortingly. Placing everything on the table you have outside, you head back in once more to grab your corkscrew from where it was misplaced in the junk drawer.
It’s not long before you’re back outside, sitting down and admiring the rainfall, which you are now able to appreciate since you are no longer soaking in it. It’s more of a light drizzle now and most of the clouds have dissipated, leaving only the thinnest types of stratus and stratocumulus clouds. In the heart of the city it’s impossible to make out any stars in the night sky due to the pollution and lights but you enjoy looking at the moon as you sip from your mug and let the rosé, which somehow managed to stay chilly all this time, slide down your throat. 
Your attention finally goes to the box and you carefully unwrap it, though you know that it will be unlikely that you will reuse the wrapping paper unless you take up scrapbooking again. Inside is a simple black colored cardboard gift box, and once you remove the top, you find yourself looking at a gorgeous antique looking hanji lamp though you know better than to think that Safi dropped money on an authentic Silla era lantern. You can’t even begin to imagine how much that would cost. Even still, as you turn over the rectangular structure in your hands, you find yourself musing that you would never dare to light the magnificent ornament. It was going to remain a purely decorative piece whose design and history you would appreciate from its place on one of your shelves. 
You find yourself holding it up to your face to get a closer look at all four paper sides of the wooden structure, squinting to make out the images painted on them though it’s difficult because you had forgotten to turn on your string lights and the moon is only a crescent, not providing much of a glow, so you are practically bathed in darkness. 
You scrunch up your forehead thinking of how nice it would be if you had better lighting, No sooner does the thought come across your mind, do you find yourself suddenly bathed in a luminous glow as a shooting star hurls across the inky black sky, painting it with a white blue streak of light. You have never in all of your years seen a shooting star flying across the sky so close to you and you immediately snap your eyes closed. You were never one to waste your time on wishes but maybe in between it being 11:11pm, the shooting star, and the fact that you have not made a birthday wish yet, one of them will work to make your desire come to fruition. It can’t hurt to try right? Maybe finally your deepest yearnings will come to life. 
Little do you realize, that as you make your wish, a little light is cast from the inside of the hanji lamp, warming it up with a small soft candle glow before it flickers out at the end of your wish. When you finally open your eyes and look down, of course you see nothing. That hope you had quickly vanishes as your cynicism returns and you find yourself painfully laughing in a self-flagellating way. You down the last of the wine in the mug and stand up, picking up all your things and getting ready for bed. 
Little do you know, you’ve just wildly changed the course of your life.
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While you’re asleep, a slow cloud of golden shimmery smoke begins to seep out from the lamp you placed on your dresser before sinking into bed and burrowing yourself under a mountain of blankets. 
A man emerges when the gold mist seems to have finally fully trickled out, building himself up from the cloud, becoming humanoid and corporeal. He is bare from the chest up, a golden chain around his hips marking the thing that holds him captive to the lamp and trapped under its control. His lower half is wearing loose baji brown trousers, the lower half of a hanbok that is the fashion of the Silla dynasty. It’s embroidered jeogori that’s a shiny silky white with gold embroidery is somewhere back in the lantern but he’s too lazy to get it now. Those are the clothes that he was entrapped in, so those are the clothes he is stuck in whenever he is kept inside the lamp. No one could blame him for whiling away his time in the vessel by choosing to slumber instead of waiting for himself to be let out again. 
Besides, as his gaze flickers over your modern style bedroom and he makes out a pile of clothing on top of a chair, he distinctly gets the feeling that he is no longer in the Joseon era, which was the last time he had been let out. Jungkook had gotten trapped in the lamp and turned into a genie when he was about 24, on the eve of his 25th birthday around 2,000 years ago, and has been paying for his mistake and the punishment that followed it ever since. In between that time and now though, he’s been let out of the lantern sporadically, over the centuries, every time it fell into the hands of someone who understood its power and wanted to make use of his abilities. 
But right now, his mistress is asleep and he is free, so he finds himself leaving the apartment, in search of what fashion and culture must be like in this weird modern time. He can’t escape her permanently, not when she has one wish left and his lamp in her possession, but he is free to wander while she’s not using him. It’s a little harder to define when and when she isn’t using him because of her second wish but since she’s unconscious right now it’s obvious that she cannot be requiring his presence currently. 
With nary but a thought, he’s suddenly on the streets in front of her apartment. He has no idea where he is; could this truly be Korea? Just because it’s past midnight doesn’t mean that the city is any less alive. He almost gets run over by a car, it’s impossible for him to get hurt given what he is, but his presence, with his feet over the line that separates the two lanes, spooks a driver who yells out a barrage of hateful language before manueving his gray SUV and driving around Jungkook’s body. Some of the comments are about a shirtless madman wandering the roads which makes Jungkook wince and even more impatient to get a change of clothes. They were not spoken in Korean which he won’t realize until later since he is gifted with omnilingual abilities that make him able to understand any and every language that exists or comes into being.
He wanders all the way to the shopping district where all the words are definitely not in Korean but using his mythical powers he’s readily able to translate them, understanding every language instantaneously. Whatever clothes he sees on the mannequins that he likes, he imagines them on himself and thus builds an entire wardrobe this way. His powers of manifestation come in handy giving him clothes that are perfectly tailored to fit his muscular frame which is paired with not only bulging biceps, broad shoulders, and thick thighs but a narrow waist too. He vastly prefers this power to his ability to make anything he wants be in his possession. Why not just make his own more perfect version than the store sizes of a men’s medium and large? Those cookie cutter sizes only account for his muscles but hide the rest of his body away under their expansive lengths of fabric. 
After his clothing shopping spree he sends all his creations back to his mistress’s home with a snap of his fingers and then begins his prowl for food. Genies don’t need sustenance and they can’t gain weight, though they can change their appearances if they wanted, but Jungkook loved food from his time as a human and he regularly uses his powers to let himself enjoy its taste, when he is out of his lamp, even though he can never make himself feel full.
His wanderings take him to a Korean restaurant that is open until dawn, and since food is the one thing he hates creating, he instead magicks himself the currency of this country, in this day and age, and bows to the ajumma who is working inside the establishment. He gets a table for one and orders a giant set of tteokbokki that has the maximum amount of heat allowed along with extra fish cakes and cheese, as well as three different kinds of Korean fried chicken: honey garlic, sweet and spicy, and barbeque, which are all flavors he has never heard of before, and finishes off with a clay pot of kimchi soondubu jiggae, a kimchi soft tofu stew. He only buys one beer knowing that the ajumma would get concerned over his tolerance if he had a dozen glasses.
When he’s done with all the food, he finds himself wistfully pining for the time when he was human and would have been truly able to not only enjoy but also appreciate this bountiful feast. After all, he had been born into a family of laborers, it’s why he had been able to grow so strong through hard manual work.
He finally returns to the apartment, but his work is not over. Unlike his mistress who can sleep blissfully having no idea what she had just done, Jungkook has long hours ahead of him to make her wish come to life in a way that seems believable and that she readily buys into by the time she wakes up. It’s not the hardest desire or demand he has ever had to complete but it will use a lot of his power, more than he’s used lately. And though he’s got an unexpendable amount of magic, he’s out of practice.
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When you rouse the next morning, you can instantly tell that something is different and it immediately makes your hackles rise up. It’s more than just the smell of fried eggs, apple sausages, and maple syrup permeating the air of the apartment, making its way from the kitchen into the bedroom, though you know that you live alone and have no one to cook you such an amazing spread to wake up to. 
The air feels different, like the energy of the universe had shifted somehow. None of that makes any sense and yet somehow it also does. You don’t know what you mean when you think that but there is no other way that you can put this sense of unease into words. When you open your eyes and look across the room you see a male lounging against the wall wearing a street style look with black and gray FILA joggers and windbreaker covering the length of his long modelesque body; there’s a black bucket hat hiding his blond locks. 
You let out a loud scream immediately, terrified out of your wits, and instantly pull your comforter up to your chin even if you had gone to sleep in a pair of pajamas that covered you as though you were a nun. The male narrows his eyes at the shrill sound but the look is quickly shuttered away when a small pleasant smile takes over his face instead. 
He walks closer to you and murmurs, his doe eyes shining with the twinkle of stars from a million galaxies, “Are you okay, jagiya? I’m sorry for surprising you with breakfast this morning but I missed you. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday since I didn’t get the chance yesterday.”
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” you yelp, tightening your comforter even closer around your body, wrapping yourself up like a human burrito.
“Your lover, Jeon Jungkook,” the male calmly states, his eyes peering at you, not losing their shine as he looks at you like you had grown another head and are the crazy one amongst the two of you.
“I don’t have a lover named Jeon Jungkook,” you contradict, narrowing your eyes into slits full of suspicion. And if you did, you didn’t think you would call him your lover. Perhaps, your man, your boyfriend, or even your fwb though you weren’t really the type to dabble in such meaningless romps of pleasure, but not lover.
“Are you sure about that,” he silkily purrs, using his tattoo adorned hand to gesture to your gallery wall. 
Your eyes follow its path and you’re horrified to see the most adorable couple pictures, most of which appear to have been professionally photographed though some are cutely caught candids, of you and this ‘Jungkook’ together, staring into each other’s eyes lovingly while holding each other in an embrace that speaks volumes about passion and affection. 
“Would you like to check your phone,” suggests the male as well, his blond locks playing peekaboo with his bucket hat as his head turns towards your nightstand and he nods at the iPhone that had been charging on top of it. 
You instantly grab the device, unplugging it from the white charging cord and clutching it possessively to your chest before you finally work up the nerve to see what exactly he means. You swipe down to look at your lockscreen and it’s a live photo of Jungkook squishing his face into the side of your’s, rubbing the tip of his nose into the apple of your cheek softly. Mortified, you use facial recognition to gain further access into your phone and what you see leaves you even more bewildered. Your home screen is the most aesthetic that you’ve seen it: organized by using the IOS 15 feature. It’s blush pink and cream and the background image is a digitally manipulated picture of you and Jungkook looking into the bay from your perches on a bridge at the bottom of the image as the sky melts into a creamy pink color that's been altered to match the theme of your phone. 
At this point, you’re nervously holding onto your disbelief, so it’s with trepidation that you go into your camera roll to find hundreds upon hundreds of photos of Jungkook in an assortment of scenarios, from cute date night pics with you to dozens almost identical selfies where he’s trying out a variety of facial expressions from the same angle and in the same outfits to then even the embarrassing kinds that look like you took them on the down low when you thought he wasn’t looking. None of this makes any sense. But he looks so cute and kissable. You almost want to cry helplessly at the insanity of this all. What if he was your boyfriend? Life would be so much easier then.
You leap out of bed to go out to the front of the apartment and it’s even more confusing because there’s half a dozen pairs of chunky sneakers and boots with spiked soles that look like fashionable and weaponized soccer cleats on the shoe rack that’s by the front door— all belonging to designer brands and looking slightly threatening. It is clear that those shoes belong to a male, most likely this male, and they are all neatly organized to one side while your shoes, the shoes that you remember, are off to the other end. 
“This makes no sense,” you whine, rubbing your forehead frantically. Is this what hyperrealistic nightmares feel like? It seems as though you’ve been transported to the Twilight Zone in your opinion, and you just want to desperately get out.
“Would you like to call your mother and ask her about me?” Jungkook, his voice a smooth cadence as he unhelpfully directs the suggestion to your back. He had evidently followed you out back here. 
“Your mother? We FaceTime her all the time. She’s really been pushing for me to pop the question for the last couple of months. Despite what she thinks, it’s really not that covert,” he scoffs, his lips flaring out into a pout. You note with bemusement that there is a small mole underneath the plush of his strawberry colored lower lip. How dare he have a mole in such a perfect location? Now your mind would never know peace until you dragged his lower lip between yours and sucked on that tiny chocolate chip. It’s actually deranged how your mind continuously chooses to flit between lust and rationality. 
“Jungkook?” Your voice takes on a shrill sound, “How long have we been dating?”
“As long as you want it to be.”
That doesn’t make any sense.
“Jungkook, please don’t mess around with me! How long have we been dating?” you demand more urgently. You are halfway to a full-blown panic attack and you need to calm down but nothing seems to be placating you about this entire situation.
The male walks around to step in front of you and then faces you head on. He keeps his hands to himself, crossing them while making sure that his fingers are folded and tucking into his armpits. He bends a little to look you in the eyes since he’s much taller, to peer carefully into your eyes that are slightly blown out from your constant state of shock and bewilderment. “Why didn’t it work?” he wonders.
“Well, not intentionally,” he muses, tapping a finger to his lip. God, even his hands are perfect. Each digit is long and tipped with neatly cut and perfectly clean fingernails. And they’re shiny too like he uses some type of cuticle oil. Not to mention how he’s got sexily protruding veins wrapping along the back of his hand and down to his wrist and arm.“I thought you’d be in on it. Could it be that it didn’t work on you even though it worked on everyone else in your life because you made the wish? My magic probably assumed that you didn’t need convincing since after all, this was what you wanted.”
Things make even less sense after his explanation even though Jungkook probably thought he was being helpful by providing it. Your eyes are narrowed in disbelief as you perturbedly shake your head.
“What are you talking about?” you hesitantly ask. You’re nervous because you’ve moved on from the idea that this is a hyperrealistic bad dream to the conspiracy theory that you have a crazy stalker who somehow figured out how to almost seamlessly integrate himself into your life and that he’s more than just the ordinary type of psychopath; this one seems like he’s the delusional type that thinks he has otherworldly powers. Wouldn’t that be just your luck: Jungkook is the first man you’ve been attracted to in months but he didn’t approach you like a normal person who wanted to pursue something.
Jungkook’s mouth takes on a pursed shape as he narrows his eyes at you, deep in thought; the coral red lips are scrunched together with the upper one flaring out. You can see the chocolatey brown mole right below them again and you are suddenly hit with the urge to kiss his lips until the frown is smoothed out.
“Do you have any idea what you even did last night?” he barks, his tone entirely too accusatory for your liking. One would think you had cheated on your imaginary boyfriend the evening before. He takes off his bucket hat in frustration and runs a hand through his blond locks, ruffling them. His jerky hand movements bring attention not only to the length of tattoos that encompass his arm but also its muscular veininess that had held you previously enraptured. You blink, you need to get dicked down soon. You wanted to give into Stockholm Syndrome way too easily for this man. Don’t do it, Y/N, no matter how hot Jungkook is, it’s scary that he’s in your house right now.
You rack your brain but come up woefully short. “I went to bed with only rosé as my dinner?” you hedge. You don’t think it’s that big of a deal although it’s definitely unadvisable to do. 
The male huffs, raising his right hand up before he snaps the fingers on that hand. A paper lantern appears, landing perfectly on his palm. Your eyebrows both raise because you recognize it immediately; it’s the lamp Safi had gifted you as your birthday present. 
“You made a wish for the perfect beau,” Jungkook explains patiently, “I made your wish come to life.”
“Can’t you undo it?” you push urgently. Why are you entertaining this mad man? Magic isn’t real, Y/N!
He excitedly quirks an eyebrow of his own, smirking as he takes in your look of bemusement. “Is that another wish?” he asks.
“No!” you swiftly interrupt. If you are in the Twilight Zone somehow, you need to be smart with how you navigate within this nightmare, at least until you figure out a way to wake yourself up.
“You only have one left, anyways,” he sasses tapping his plumper lower lip with his pointer and middle fingers, you’ve already noticed it’s a habit, rolling his big doe eyes, “I could kind of undo the effects of the wish by making its time constraint shorter so that it stops in the next five minutes but in my opinion, that’s just another wasted wish. So if I were you,” he says with a shrug, “personally I’d go along with it for the next ten days. We wouldn’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable but I would still be playing the role of the doting attentive paramour.”
You blink at him, your mind still sluggish from your wine hangover and terrible bout of sleep. “I only have one wish left?”
“Not the smartest of my mistresses or masters by a long stretch,” Jungkook agrees, teasing you, scrunching his nose to peer at you cutely. 
You gasp loudly, obviously affronted. Not the handsome weirdo calling you dumb. 
“Do I get three?” you question. Your mind is working on overtime today and it’s still taking you too long to understand things. You’d like to tell this Jungkook character that you graduated from the top university in the nation and have two degrees but you don’t think that he would believe you if you bragged and let that tidbit slip. 
“You do,” he nods, unhelpful as ever.
It kind of makes sense; you assume the purpose of genies is to manipulate their rulers into making all of their wishes as quickly as possible.
“Oh, you want me to tell you what your two used wishes were. Humans really are weak, aren’t they? Is your mind normally supposed to be so foggy after drinking so much?” He calls you out directly and you gasp; you suppose that genies don’t have manners. Or at least this one doesn’t, you glare at Jungkook’s untactfulness.
“I know one of them was to have you here,” as your boyfriend, you finish off in your head, too unnerved to say it out loud just in case that makes it more true, “but what was the one before it?”
“Oh! You wanted there to be light.” Fiat lux, look at you, and you thought you weren’t philosophical. 
You blink again. Nope, that doesn’t follow. You would never be so profound. What would a wish like that even mean to a genie? An increase in intelligence? For there to be less ignorant people in the world? Ah. Wait. You do vaguely remember thinking that it would be so nice if you had more light to see the markings on the lantern. But—
“I made my wish for a man on a shooting star,” you retort as a counterargument, trying to wheedle out of Jungkook’s covenant so that you’ll have an additional wish to add to your arsenal.
“Nice try,” snorts Jungkook. He’s probably listened to a thousand arguments by a thousand masters that have all tried to bargain and reason with him trying to manipulate him and exploit him for more wishes, “But I made that appear in the night sky. It was not fated to be there that night until I materialized it. It wasn’t real so it didn’t have the powers of a normal shooting star.”
“So shooting stars actually work?” 
He shrugs, “Sometimes. Wishes depend on the caster. Theoretically you can make a wish on a shooting star, a wishing well, your birthday, on a deity, etc. But you can rarely succeed at having a wish granted, much less by using the same method twice. And most people, if they’re lucky, only get to have one wish come true in their lifetime. It’s much more common for there to be no successful ones. Aren’t you lucky to have woken me up from my slumber,” he snarks, “you got three.”
“I made a birthday wish,” you faintly mutter rather dispiritedly.
He hears you anyways, “I don’t think it worked. Why not try again next year?” 
You ignore the snarkiness of his suggestion, “So you’re really my boyfriend for the next ten days.”
He nods. You squint at him, you still haven’t put your contacts on for the day and your glasses remain forgotten in your bedroom. 
“Can I ask you to do things? Like a girlfriend asks her boyfriend? Or does that count as a wish.”
“You can ask me anything. Whether or not I do anything is entirely up to me. I suppose I will be more courteous and mindful of your requests since I am playing the part of the perfect significant other. As long as it’s related to this wish, I will try my best to make it come to fruition for you. For example, if you wanted me to take you out for dinner on the rooftop of a skyscraper I probably would. If you wanted me to buy you a bunch of gifts or fill your rooms with flowers, I could do that too.”
“Why is it only ten days? I didn’t wish for ten days,” you inquire.
Jungkook smiles at you sheepishly, showing the first sign of less than suaveness. “As far as mistresses go, you’re not a selfish one but would you believe me if I told you that in the past only terrible people used to be able to draw me out of my lamp and make demands of me? As the years went by I added rules: only three wishes, no wishes have permanent effects, and only those pure of heart can awaken me, just to name a few.”
“Oh.” You don’t know what else to say.
“In ten days, your life will go back to normal. And even though you will always remember this, it will become more and more dreamlike and disconnected from reality as time goes on. One day you might even come to the decision that you had made me up and that I was a figment of your imagination. No one can hold onto the idea that this was all real for too long.”
“So for this week, everyone in my life is convinced we’ve been together for a while but next week they won’t even have known I had a boyfriend?” you conclude.
“You’ll wake up on the eleventh morning like time hasn’t passed at all; it’ll be like it’s today all over again but without me in all those pictures that stand as proof of a shared, albeit fake, history,” Jungkook confirms.
“But what will happen to you?” you worry. 
“I’ll be sticking around unless you make your third wish before then.” He looks at you hopefully but you snort in retort. “When you make the third wish, I’ll go back into the lamp and it will disappear from your life before the process starts all over for me. I’ll probably be sleeping until I’m let out again.”
“I wasn’t the one who found you,” you frown. “My best friend gave it to me as a birthday present.”
Jungkook's eyes widen marginally but you don’t catch how the genie appears momentarily unnerved, he shrugs it off to you, feigning nonchalance, “That doesn’t really matter because you were the one that was able to let the lamp open.”
You hum but say nothing. You’re distracted by the magnificent bounty of breakfast food that Jungkook has arranged on your tiny square table for four, not that you ever had to use all four of the place settings at the same time. You make your way to the dining area, edging away from Jungkook and the conversation, but as expected, the male trails after you like a lost puppy. 
“Do you have any plans for how our day should progress, mistress?”
“Please stop calling me that,” you blush hotly. You are the subbiest sub ever so it’s discomforting to hear you being referred to in such a manner even if it’s not in a sexual context.
“What would you like to be called instead?” Jungkook inquires, altruistically.
“Let’s just stick to my name for now,” you mutter, placing two fried eggs on your plate before going for the waffles. Jungkook should be glad you’re such a benevolent holder of the lamp, he says you’re pure of heart but you don’t know about all that, all you do know is, you won’t make Jungkook’s life any harder than it needs to be for the next ten days.
A light smirk paints Jungkook’s lips as he takes the seat opposite to you. “We can make our way to pet names and terms of endearment as the days progress.”
You choke, coughing and sputtering as a square of waffle gets lodged in your throat. But as your eyes water up, widening from pain and surprise, Jungkook smoothly waves his hand in a flippant manner in your direction and the waffle disappears immediately.
Gasping for air you ask, “Does this mean that when you’re finally gone I’ll be going back to choking and die a painful death?”
Jungkook scoffs, “Only the wishes I make come true for my masters have limits to them. And it’s a recent development I made to curb their usually evil desires. I’m very powerful. Everything I do has permanent effects. It’s why I’m locked up any time I don’t have an owner.”
You blink, gobsmacked. Somehow his arrogance is terribly sexy and it makes your pussy throb. 
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On the first day, following breakfast, Jungkook makes the two of you disappear and reappear in Malta for an island vacation and date. You’re in a panic, claiming that you can’t be in a foreign country without any identification, money, or clothes. But the male just rolls his eyes at your antics and reminds you just who exactly has been cast to play the role of your picture perfect boyfriend. 
You side-eye him now. He is walking slightly ahead of you to the left so that there is space left for you to walk beside him if you want to catch up but you can’t make up your mind if you want to. His blond hair is trapped under yet another black bucket hat which makes you wonder if he hates the pale color of his locks and he’s wearing a black Hawaiian shirt with white hibiscuses creating an artfully arranged pattern. His black board shorts have a 5 inch inseam and you’re wondering how it is that this thousands-of-years old mythical being dresses like an emo alt boy. Not that you know what two out of those three words mean. You assume it’s like a vibe from what the gen z college students that appear in your office tell you. Jungkook looks just like them. 
You’ve been wheedling Jungkook to reveal details about his own life but the individual has managed to remain tight-lipped thus far. He runs ahead to a street vendor to excitedly buy you a sandwich. The round leavened bread has a filling of potatoes, capers, tomatoes, and mozzarella. He hands you one of the diagonally cut slices before bringing the other half to his mouth.
You hold it in your hand bemusedly, at a loss of what to do with it. You had quite literally finished the meal he had prepared for you half an hour ago. Side-eyeing him once again, this time enviously, you sigh; you can’t eat like he does because unlike him you do not have magical powers and if he continues to feed you like this, you’ll gain 30 pounds by the end of the 10 days. And you could ask him to keep you from gaining weight but that would probably count as a third wish instead of being an extension of his boyfriendly duties.
“Are you ready to see our lodgings?” he asks, a droplet of olive oil, that the sandwich had practically been doused in, glistening on his perfectly coral colored Cupid’s bow.
You give him a look that wordlessly states ‘lead the way,’ and follow him as your walk takes the two of you before a two story condo located on the waterfront. 
“Can I ask you a question,” you start off.
Jungkook interrupts you immediately, knowing just where your head was going, “I did not make the apartment appear out of midair. It was conveniently empty and I planted a thought in the owner’s head that he had rented it to us.”
Okay first of all, that was not what you were going to ask. “Are you going to pay him?” you demand self-righteously.
“Why?” Jungkook deadpans, “The timeline will be reset soon enough.”
“I was actually going to ask you,” you tread carefully, though apparently not delicately enough because the male’s hackles start to rise and his gaze turns into one that is more filled with suspicion and distrust. You plow ahead anyways and repeat, “I wanted to ask you why you were going along with this.”
“Because it is your wish.” He says it with such simplicity, his face as expressionless as his tone.
You sigh frustratedly, “Yes but—am I making you uncomfortable? You don’t have to pretend to be my lover. I have to admit I wasn’t thinking that this would happen when I made that wish.”
“So, did you have a male in mind then?” Jungkook’s expression turns even more grim as he shutters away his emotions. His large dark brown eyes are impassive for the first time since you’ve met him and you’re starting to miss the shine of those doelike lenses.
“Well, no. But, if I wanted my fake boyfriend to be Kim Namjoon, could you do that?”
“Who is Kim Namjoon?” He sounds so affronted, unable to believe that you could prefer anyone to him. Huh. You had the feeling that Jungkook was a cocky self-aggrandizing genie but you hadn’t realized how much until now.
“My celebrity crush.”
“What is a ‘celebrity’?”
You stare at him blankly, “So you weren’t out in the twentieth century either, huh?” 
When he frowns at you, those cute lips of his curving down, you hurriedly tack on, “It doesn’t matter, anyways. I just asked because, well— We don’t have to be ‘lovers,’” you quote Jungkook from earlier on in the day. “What if we just hung out as friends for the next ten days?”
“I would like that,” admitted Jungkook. “Although I’m not sure if that actually fulfills your wish.”
“Why not?” you pout. “What was the explicit wording of my wish, anyways?”
Jungkook looks away without answering you and then wordlessly marches towards the front door of the condo, expecting you to follow. 
The inside of the two storied structure is very rustic but clean. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of clutter, which you appreciate, but you wouldn’t call it minimalistic. It had a beachy European vibe to it with furniture pieces that had probably seen their prime in design in the late 90s. You actually like the old school feel of the place; it makes it feel more authentic. The place has about four bedrooms but Jungkook tells you that the two rooms the two of you will be sharing are right next to each other. 
When you walk into the place where you’ll be sleeping tonight, you are met by the sight of a white painted metal bed frame that has a lot of curlicues making up the headboard. The bedding looks comfy and clean which is always nice and the box springs and mattress look relatively new, providing a nice height and plumpness to your bed. There’s a massive pile of shopping bags and boxes stacked against the wall and you can only wonder if your attractive genie companion had gone into the trouble of making sure you would have a variety of clothes and necessities on this trip.
As you fiddle through the tissue paper hiding the contents of a bright orange Louis Vuitton bag, you are puzzled how Jungkook is both on top of and out of the loop when it comes to the 21st century. The male is on top of fashion but not famous people and you wonder what else he knows or is woefully oblivious about. You put on a cute russet brown bikini set that looks gorgeous on your honeyed skin; there is a large gold hoop connecting the two halves of your top as well as two matching hoops on the sides of your hips. You are currently pulling on a pair of Louis Vuitton shorts with cute pockets that are lined with a gold colored zipper and are almost the exact same shade of brown as your swimming suit but covered by the familiar and iconic pattern of interlocking LV’s with flowers in white, teal, orange, and light brown, just about having buckled in the cute strappy belt that comes with it when your door is unceremoniously thrust open. 
You stand, jaw slackened in surprise, as Jungkook walks into the room looking so colorful that you blink to make sure it’s actually him. His hair is now the pinkish red color of cherries and he's wearing a yellow T-shirt that has an opened shirt that looks like a white baseball tee over it, though the fabric is more airy and lightweight; the sleeves of his yellow top are tucked into the sleeves of the white one. He’s wearing navy blue swimming trunks and you love that he turned out to be the type of male that sticks to 5-7 inch inseams rather than wearing shorts that go down super low and cover his knees like you know so many men in your acquaintance to do. It baffles you; don’t they realize how ugly it makes their outfits look? 
Jungkook snaps his fingers to make a pair of black Ray-Bans with gold frames cover your eyes to match the ones tucked into his soft red hair and you notice the multitude of beaded bracelets adorning his wrist. 
“I haven’t gone to the beach in years,” you proclaim excitedly. 
Now that you two have settled that he’s a genie and you’re his mistress who gets to call all the shots, there is a sense of calm over the two of you and this wayward situation that you’ve thrusted the two of you into. He’s not acting the role of your boyfriend. He’s just someone you’re on vacation with and it makes it so much easier to relax when you keep that in mind. 
You eagerly reach out to grab his large hand in your much smaller one to tug him along with you, back outside of the condominium so that you two could eventually make your way to the beachfront. The male gives in easily, he engulfs his hand with yours and you can feel its warm heat cupping you comfortably. You give him a happy smile and proceed to pull him along with you which is much easier said than done because Jungkook finds it hilarious to drag his feet and stand his ground on the gravelly cobblestone streets so that he can laugh at your feeble attempts at strength as you try to move him. 
Jungkook is bored at the beach. You scowl at him. He’s being a party pooper, acting like a black hole that’s bringing down your excitement and sucking it all in. He has no idea how to relax. You had told him as much when he sighed as he sat down next to you in the little area you made him create for the two of you. There’s a cute blanket for the two of you to lie on and an umbrella if you no longer want to be in the sun. You even got him to materialize some books for you (you just had to tell him the author and title) but from the looks of his displeased frown when he discovered that nearly all of the books have raunchy covers, Jungkook’s not thrilled about your little omission. 
You glower at him. The blanket is massive with enough space for the two of you, yet Jungkook sits so close beside you that you’re almost halfway to the sand as you hover near the edge of the cloth. You slip your shorts off and put it on one of the beach chairs next to the two of you before flopping down again. You turn your body around so that you are facing the beach as you lie on your stomach, your elbows propping you up so you can read the third book of the Bridgertons series. 
“God, Jungkook,” you goad, “If you’re not going to do anything, can you apply my sunscreen on me?” It’s in the little tote you have with you.
Jungkook scrunches up his face as he scrutinizes you from behind the lenses of his matching black sunglasses. You had to put yours back on your head because you couldn’t read anything with how dark they made the page appear. “Why don’t you put sunscreen on me first?” 
“Jungkook, you don’t need sunscreen!” you whine. “You’re a genie. You don’t have to worry about the dangers of skin cancer and UV rays.”
“It’s amazing how often I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he muses as he huffs at you, going into your bag to pull out the sunscreen.
Perhaps because he’s unused to applying sunscreen on, you doubted the Joseon era (which was the last time he had been out) Koreans did because you were pretty sure it was invented in the early 1940s, he squirts what feels like half the bottle on your back. You screech at the cold aqueous feeling of the liquid as it trails down your figure approaching the barriers of your cute bikini top. 
“Jungkook!” you yelp. “Untie my clothes! It’s going to ruin them and leave ugly chalky marks on the fabric, you asshole! And you’re supposed to blend it into my skin so there’s no white cast.”
Jungkook places his hand against your back, cupping the deliquescent lotion and trapping it beneath his massive palm. One handedly, he undoes the tie to your brown string bikini, leaving your back bare as the cloth protects your minimal modesty in the front only. Ignoring what you had said about getting your bottoms ruined, he doesn't remove them, though you have no idea why. There’s not anyone near you on this long stretch of the coast. Instead, he just tugs it halfway down your ass. 
He moves his body so that his knees are straddling you on either side but since he’s lightly perched on your thighs, your uncovered ass is mere centimeters away from his crotch and when he moves to make sure that his hands are covering every inch of your revealed body with the sun block, you swear you can feel something large poking you at times.
His touch is feather light as his fingertips ghost along your back making you arch into him. His finger traces along your spine, making you keen lightly as you bite down on your lower lip to keep him from hearing you. His palms knead at the knots in your body as you still at the sensations he is pulling from your body. He’s being perfectly respectful, his hands stay on the length of your back, not moving under to canvas your breasts or slip down your hips or drift along the plump curve of your ass, yet somehow you are still mindless under his dexterous palms. 
Your eyelashes flutter closed, your eyes no longer able to focus on Benedict Bridgerton’s love story, as Jungkook massages the white cream into your skin with his strong hands. The male pulls his lip between his bunny teeth as he frowns when he hears your attempts to conceal the sounds that he is coaxing out of you. 
“Jungkook,” you pant out nervously, fearing how much further this can go if you don’t put a wise stop to it now. 
“I can do my legs,” you suggest. 
“Ah okay, Y/N,” he agrees. “But do you really want to spend the whole day reading that?” 
His face is twisted into a grimace as he glares at the upside down book you half opened to hold its place. 
“What do you want to do?” you ask getting up from the blanket and grabbing the bottle of sunscreen before squirting some on your hands to go over all the areas Jungkook hadn’t gotten around to.
“Do you want to go scuba diving?”
“Have you ever gone scuba diving?” 
“Of course not,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “But I’ll try everything once.”
He whisks you two away to the Maltese island of Comino once you’re ready to call it quits at the beach. When you’re finally with the group of people who are getting ready to scuba dive with the instructor, suiting up and paying attention to the directions so they’re safe as they start to explore the reefs, lagoons, and underwater caves, you start to panic.
“Jungkook,” you mumble, edging closer to him and tiptoeing so you can whisper into his ear. The male turns his head to look at you, moving closer and instantly stooping down so you can easily state your piece. “Jungkook, I don’t feel comfortable scuba diving.”
“I’ll keep you safe, Y/N.” God, did you wish for the perfect boyfriend or what? Maybe drunk off her ass Y/N had something going for her. Even before, you had been tempted to make things get sexual as he was running those powerful hands over your pliant body, but you had managed to barely control yourself and keep yourself from shoving Jungkook down on the sand to climb over his body. It had been so nice of him to do that for you, very boyfriend, or as Jungkook would probably say, lover-like.
“Yes, I know,” you pause, deep in thought, before you continue, “but I don’t want you to limit your enjoyment because you’re so busy looking over me, trying to keep me from accidentally killing or maiming myself. Can we like do something a little more tame... like snorkeling? I don’t want to go so deep into the water.”
He gives into you easily, it doesn’t even take him a second to think about what you’re asking from him, and he readily transports the two of you onto a boat where a snorkeling class has already began to put on their masks and flippers before they make their ways to the edge of the boat to jump off. 
After watching the humans struggle putting on the equipment for ten or even fifteen minutes each, Jungkook decides it’ll just be easier if he does it for you so you don’t have to worry about if anything was worn improperly or unsafely.
He thinks you look adorable with the giant clear goggles; your long mane of hair squishes to your skull where the straps of the mask are pressing into your head and the lenses magnify your eyes making them look cute albeit a little bug-like. He quietly commands you to stop fiddling around with the snorkel; he knows you’re worried but he doesn’t want you to mess around with the pipe and accidentally disconnect what Jungkook had correctly set up for you. You’re waddling a bit in your large black and indigo flippers, attempting to pull your shorts off and get the holes through your suddenly enormous feet. You trip and Jungkook catches you, holding you against his bare chest because he had gotten rid of his clothes as well so he would only be in his swimming trunks.
“You okay?” he softly inquires, keeping you trapped within the heat of his comforting embrace. 
You can only squeak your reply, distracted about how his massive palms are so warm and almost entirely encapsulate your waist as he holds you up against him. There is something cool and metallic digging into your skin and your hand brushes against it. Was Jungkook wearing a waist chain? The male flinches away from your hold, stepping back instantly. 
“No need to worry about the jump or the water being too cold,” Jungkook murmurs, blatantly ignoring whatever had happened seconds ago, “I’ve got you.”
And in a flash, the two of you are underwater, surrounded by so much clean liquid that you can enjoy the greenish blue hue of the ocean and yet make out everything with such clarity. 
You frown when you notice that though Jungkook put on flippers he didn’t have a mask covering his face and making him look as distorted and ugly as you felt. It was so unfair; you have to look unattractive so you can breathe and not die submerged in the sea but Jungkook looks like a model with the water lifting his red locks and making them swirl around his head. Though he doesn’t want your eyes to focus on his waist, your gaze is immediately drawn to it, shifting their focus from the clean cut muscled edges of his eight pack, just barely able to make out the gold band that sits snugly around his bronzed skin, kept in place by the minimal flare to his hips, due to how your vision is slightly warped and distorted by your goggles. 
Jungkook reaches out to grab your hand, his long fingers wrapping themselves around your delicate wrist and he gently pulls you towards him, his lengthy legs swiftly flapping along as he propels his body around the water, taking you on his guided tour for one. Swimming side by side with Jungkook, you follow him deeper into the half submerged caves of St. Maria, your eyes taking in the mesmerizing schools of snappers and sea bream swimming around, ducking in and out of view when they travel around sandbars. You flinch into yourself, pulling away from Jungkook when you see a moray eel but the male just giggles, air bubbles releasing from his mouth as his chortles continue, his red hair a darkened burgundy cloud around his ears. He softly tugs you back to him and pursues on with the two of yours sea adventure. 
You gasp and clap excitedly when you see several cuttlefish and even a sand colored octopus, eagerly pointing it out to Jungkook, who only smiles when he notices your hand slip out of his again and then swims closer to the octopus to ooh and aah over it. Eventually, the snorkeling guide asks for everyone to come back onto the boat so that they can direct it over to a ship wreckage where you all will be allowed to go back into the sea to get a closer glimpse at the German minesweeper. 
The rusting boat is a little deeper than expected and you find yourself hesitantly waddling your legs in the water to keep yourself in the same unmoving position, while the rest of your class energetically flaps their legs to swim towards the ship, swimming further into the depths of the Maltese sea. Jungkook looks back at you from where he had gone to follow the crowd, his lips jutting out as he purses his lips, deep in contemplation. 
His eyes narrow as he looks at you consideringly though you’re absentminded in your persisting fear and have not become aware of his gaze in your direction yet. He smoothly paddles back to you, holding you with his warm palm pressed against the small of your back. You look up at him and shiver. 
Do you want me to help you? You know I wouldn't let you drown or have anything bad happen to you? You purposefully screw and unscrew your eyes shut, trying to make sense that this powerful genie possesses the ability to broadcast his thoughts into your mind because the two of you can’t speak in water. He probably has a more equipt way of dealing with that too but was choosing to exert less energy.
You nod brusquely and the male transports the two of you right by the wreckage where the rest of the class are enthusiastically swimming around and admiring the ruins of the World War II ship. Jungkook gently presses on your lower back pushing you forward to encourage you to explore the minesweeper on your own but you back up pressing yourself into his front, not even leaving an inch of space in between you. 
He looks down at you indulgently, tucking one of your wildly floating locks of hair behind your ear, as his hand moves away, it caresses the side of your cheek, making its way down. As you let out a longing sigh, he grips the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin up so he can remove the mouthpiece to your snorkel before he swoops down to capture your lips with his.
You’ve been yearning for his kiss since the moment you woke up and found your eyes enraptured by those pillowy coral colored lips, and Jungkook does not disappoint. They taste like mint chapstick and coffee as he hauls your body against his, one of his brawny arms locking you into his hold while the other works its way up while he winds his fingers through the drenched locks of your hair. As you continuously gasp in between every short kiss he slots over your lips, your hands travel across his broad shoulders and impressive back where you can feel flexing bundles of muscles beneath your fingertips. 
Tiring of the small abrupt pecks, Jungkook pulls you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his hips as you meet him for a more impassioned kiss. You enthusiastically part your mouth, welcoming him and his tongue licks its way into that wet cavern, twining around your tongue as you both fight for control. You’re weak to the way that his lips mold against yours with its firm pressure, fitting against you perfectly. As you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on tight, Jungkook moves his hands to cup your ass, fitting you more perfectly against him. He gropes your butt fervently as your fingers snake themselves into his luscious locks. 
You can feel his curious wandering hands roving across the planes of your body as you lean deeper into the kisses, gasping when Jungkook releases you to let you catch your breath. But even then, your lips are still attached to his as he busies himself with nibbling on your plump bottom lip, not wanting to waste a single second. His fingers find themselves into the hidden space between your cheeks, gripping on them softly to spread them more apart and then he runs his index finger across the seam, traveling from your clenching asshole to your fluttering core. Your pussy gushes more and more with his every pass over it, not that he can tell with you both underwater. But surely he can sense that your clit is becoming more sensitive and engorged with the minimal simulation, eager for more. His fingernail catches on that little bud his next pass over and you moan loudly against his lips before accidentally biting down on the lower one impassionately. 
When the two of you break apart, he leans his forehead against your nape, licking over his bitten lip tasting the faint flavor of iron and sea salt. It stings a little, if he wants to be completely honest. But with a simple burst of his powers, the pain is gone and since Jungkook already has his face pressing against your neck, he uses the opportunity to dart his tongue into the shallow pools of your collar bones, lapping at them softly, his tongue moving across your throat to manipulate whines and keens out of you. Even as he does this, his focus is split and he finds himself nudging your copper colored bikini bottom to the side as he reveals your pussy folds to one of his questing hands. 
Jungkook grows daring as he nudges at your pussy with nimble fingers, thumbing your clit and pressing down hard enough to make you wail. His fingers dart across the furled petals leading to your throbbing core and he ghosts those appendages, letting you feel the sudden sensation of fullness before it’s swiftly gone like you imagined it. You’re writhing in his arms, sound travels differently in the ocean but he selfishly doesn’t want anyone to see your eyes rolling backwards as your mouth opens wide in an ahegao type expression. 
A red flush covers your tanned skin, travelling from your décolletage to your throat and Jungkook finds himself capturing your chin in his firm grasp. His thumb swipes at your lips repeatedly until you finally part them so he can shove it inside all whilst jutting two fingers in and out of your cunt deliciously. You gag around the appendage, saliva trailing down your lips and painting the sides of your mouth as you struggle to acclimate your body to the brutal and hectic pace of how he thrusts his fingers in and out your folds. 
With Jungkook’s promise to keep you safe, you don’t have to worry about sputtering and choking on salty sea water, instead you’re doing so on his thick fingers which are a pale and slim imitation to how his cock will feel in your mouth. With your focus so frayed and with him dead set on making you go mindless with lust, Jungkook turns his focus to his mouth, nipping his way down the neglected column of your throat, until he gets to your cleavage. Jungkook chooses to bite down on that golden circle connecting the two halves of your skimpy bikini, pulling at it with his bunny teeth before letting go again to have the swimwear bounce against your skin, stimulating your nipples and making them harden into beads. He kisses and tongues your breasts through the moisture resistant fabric, growling in frustration at its thickness that inhibits his abilities to inflame you even further. He nabs it between the hold of his clenched teeth and tugs, pulling at your top until only one cup is left maintaining your precarious modesty. 
With one of your breasts free from the cloth, Jungkook wastes no time to wrap his lips around it’s stiffened tip. His agile tongue swirls itself around, laving the hardened bud, and he gently nibbles at it, making you reflexively nip at his thumb. He has you wrapped around him both figuratively and literally, and he divides his attention, never forgetting to incite your pulsating pussy with forceful pumps of his appendages as he sucks on your breasts and lets you suck on the fingers to his other hand. There’s something about gagging on Jungkook’s tatted digits that has you raggedly inhaling through your nose and falling apart at the seams at all the attention your body is under. 
When you finally cum, you sag against him; your top is halfway down your abdomen and one of its straps is dangling by your elbow. Your eyes are still blown out from lust but you’ve calmed down somewhat though you're desperately trying to catch your breath, counting on Jungkook’s inexhaustible strength to hold you up beside him. You seem to be completely unaware of your surroundings and how the other snorkelers swim closer to the two of you since you are both breathless and a little disoriented from the heated kisses, and more, that followed.
Fortunately for your unsettled self, the male isn’t standing idle as you are, trying to make sense of your surroundings. He fixes your bottom so that it no longer digs into your soft curves and repositions it so that your pussy is completely covered. You float in the water and let him manhandle you like you’re his pretty doll, letting him secure up your bikini so your breasts are no longer exposed. He even reties it in the back for you before he puts your snorkel back onto your mouth. But as he does so, he bites on his lower lip, sucking his cheeks in as his eyes hold a glimmer of something that he’s trying to hide from you.
You irately raise your eyebrows at him as he finally lets out the laughter he had been holding in, in the form of a breathy chuckle. Sorry, it’s nothing, his thoughts are once again intruding your mind, it’s just I forgot you were wearing your cute goggles, that’s all!
Immediately you are still as mortification takes over your body, a frown adorning your features. And just like that, the moment is broken and you are no longer under his spell. 
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In the afternoon, you two walk around the beachfront of where your condo lies, tired after scuba diving and wanting to engage in some low level, minimal effort tourism. Well, you’re tired; Jungkook has a boundless expanse of energy. He’s like an excitable puppy who takes on everything he sees as if it’s his first life although you know it’s not. But you suppose, if you were kept in a prison regularly for upwards of hundreds of years without any idea when your next chance at freedom was, you too would make the most of every opportunity that presented itself to you. 
Jungkook claps every time you pick up something that suits you and immediately buys it for you, flitting between acting the role of a supportive best friend and a sexy sugar daddy, but you’re into it, enraptured by the duality that suits him, giving him a cute glow to his dark brown doe eyes. After you end up with too many souvenir bracelets and little knick knacks, even a little pouch to hold your phone and money, though you aren’t likely to call anyone or need to spend any money during the next ten days, you cut Jungkook off from getting you anything more. You beg off for a chance to relax, maybe even take a midday nap which isn’t something you’ve done since you were in high school, before getting ready to go to the night time date that Jungkook promises will be even more spectacular. 
It’s about 6pm, and you’re all glammed up for your date with Jungkook. He’s taking his job of wooing you super seriously. You dimly wonder whether all genies are as competitive as Jungkook, striving for a 100% satisfaction guaranteed (which he certainly had done in the turquoise water earlier in the day). You had asked him about it during one of the rounds to the small kiosks around the open air bazaar, if you got to fill out a customer service report at the end of this entire experience. The male had narrowed his eyes at you, a slandered look of affront taking over his face as he wound up his arms together tightly and pointedly stalked away from you.
He seems to have mellowed out however. You could have sworn you heard him singing lightly as he went around his room, immersed in his tasks, talking to inanimate objects like the Disney character that he was. However Jungkook is a little bit petty, and had decided to withhold the location of your date tonight from you which left you with no idea of what dress code to aim for. 
You think you did pretty well, all things considered.
Your thick locks have been washed to get rid of all the salt that clung to them after your snorkeling excursion and you have it slicked back into a sleek half up half down hairdo that doesn't have a single hair out of place. Meanwhile, your makeup features smokey eyes and dark currant colored lips since you wanted your glam look to have an edge to it. 
Your outfit is made out of the contents of the packages and shopping bags that Jungkook had lined the wall of your room with, earlier in the day. You’re wearing a skin clinging Versace mini dress with a plunging neckline that barely covers your ass and is covered in glittery burgundy colored sequins. It makes your rack look fabulous which is only being held up with some nude bra pads, sticky tape, and sheer pleas for divine intervention. Meanwhile, your ass looks scrumptious and perky like you just got a BBL on this Maltese vacation. There are long strappy black Saint Laurent heels wrapping around your legs and lengthening the limbs making you look like an Amazonian queen. Gold Harry Winston hoops adorn your ears with a slim gold chain from the brand dipping into your cleavage while an assortment of rings from Chanel and Cartier adorn your fingers and offset the gold love bracelet banging against your left wrist. To put it simply, you look like a Goddamn fucking catch. 
After making sure that every detail to your look is perfect as you gaze into the full length mirror in your room and attempt tugging on the skirt of the Versace dress one more time, you leave your room to knock on the door to Jungkook’s room that is right beside it. 
The male opens it instantly, almost like he was waiting for you to knock and his jaw slackens a little as he takes in the full, lethal, image of you in your micro mini, with the tumbling dark locks of hair falling over your shoulder and your legs looking like they would look perfect over his shoulders with the strappy sandals still on, their thin stiletto heels digging into his back as he pounded you into blissful nirvana.
Like always, you remain oblivious to Jungkook’s ravenous and coveting glances. Mostly, it’s because you are similarly distracted. His hair is no longer cherry red or the blond that you think is its default; rather, Jungkook has long cobalt colored locks that get darker towards the roots framing his face suavely. He stands in front of you looking gloriously tall as he wears a slightly loose fit dark colored blazer that reveals a white tucked in shirt underneath and black cargo joggers to soften the formal look to his outfit. His black Prada Chelsea boots make him tower over you with their giant imposing soles. He has a few earrings in and a silver chain hanging from his neck that makes you wonder if it will clink against your nude body if the night ends with another bout of heated sexual exploration. When he offers you his hand, you notice that he has a few bands adorning his fingers as well. 
You allow yourself to get pulled into his embrace. He tucks you against his chest, your bare back hitting the soft cotton of his T-shirt, the fabric is so thin that you can easily feel the heat of his body and more importantly, every hard ridge of muscle. The waist chain is there too and you have figured out that it is probably what keeps Jungkook bound under the lamp’s control. No wonder he hates it.  
His arm is securely pressed against your waist, squeezing you lightly. He’s in a good mood and you are too. You’ll just ignore the fact that he’s an immortal and that he’s not actually yours. You two can play pretend for nine more days. While you sigh and your eyes softly shutter shut in contentment, he dips his chin into the hollow of your collarbone before he whisks the two of you away to the dinner that he had planned for the two of you.
You blink in confusion as you take in the new sight. 
The sky is turning purplish blue in the evening and from the looks of it Jungkook has just taken you to an empty construction site. There’s nothing but excavators, front loaders, and a bulldozer in your vicinity. The skeletal metal outline of a partially made building explains the presence of the class 8 vehicles. 
You gingerly step out of Jungkook’s hold, walking a full ten feet away before turning back towards him. Your head is cocked and your freezing fingers are gripping your hips as you place your hands on them. “Can you kill your master?” you whisper yell back at him hesitantly, “Is that allowed?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he scoffs, “No, it isn’t. Not that I would want to,” he side eyes you, “yet, anyway.” 
He says it lightly as a joke, obviously, but you let out a dry laugh of, “Ha. Ha. Ha,” to match his heinous sounding cackles as you glare back at him, full of indignation as you hold your ground, extremely nonplussed. 
“Get over here, will you?” he hisses, “Our date isn’t even here; it’s over there.” 
He points to a crane on the left and you squint in the direction, still baffled. “I don’t get it.”
Jungkook sighs with displeasurement before he transports in front of you and grabs you by the waist again. Within seconds you are transported to what appears to be a dinner table attached to a crane and Jungkook has already gotten you seat belted and safely harnessed into your seat. And to your even greater surprise, his comfy blazer is covering your arms, enveloping your body and keeping you warm as Jungkook’s discernible scent of delicate florals and rich sandalwood overwhelm your senses. 
He sits next to you because the table is long and rectangular and this is the only way to be close to each other. You have to twist your body to the left to face him but you don’t find yourself minding when you notice that there is a lovely grin on his kissable mouth and a lock of dark blue hair falling into his face that he doesn’t move away. The waiters as well as the safety instructors of this sky high restaurant suddenly reappear, from wherever it was that they were hiding, to bustle around the two of you, breaking the spell you had been under, hypnotized by Jeon fucking Jungkook. 
They fill up your wine glasses with a 1967 Burgundy and water, placing two baskets between the two of you that hold a variety of French breads. Jungkook gazes into your eyes from beside you, his palm pressed against his cheek. “Anything you want to try?”
You blink, flustered, as you take on the brunt of the heat from those glowing chocolatey orbs. You don’t think you have ever been in such close proximity to Jungkook while under such a thorough perusal. Your eyes immediately slide down and you focus your attention onto the menu that had been placed before you. Almost all of it is in French. 
You happily hum when you notice there is seafood, choosing to order the Moules-frites, mussels on a shallot and white wine sauce with shoestring fried potatoes. You murmur your request to Jungkook and he calls the waiter over to tell him your desire for seafood. Perhaps inspired by you, he orders salmon en papillote with beurre blanc, sauce vierge and sauteed asparagus. It sounds fancy but it’s just salmon wrapped in parchment paper that Jungook cuts open in front of you with a side of tomatoes dressed with vinaigrette, the French white butter sauce and asparagus. 
The two of you dig into your meals vigorously and you almost forget that you’re on a date as you sigh after every bite of the scrumptious meal that brings tears to your eyes over how amazing it tastes. 
Jungkook chuckles softly next to you, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so happy.” There is almost a wistful tone to his remark.
You lick a drop of the white wine sauce off your lip before tapping your mouth with a cream colored cloth napkin. “Well, you’ve only known me for about a day,” you tease. “But I love food.”
“I do too,” admits Jungkook. You knew that. You had spent more time around food and eating today than you did over most weekends that you had off. And it was always so much food. If anything, you would’ve been surprised if he had said he hated eating and that it was just a necessary task he had to partake in to continue to be alive like some of the gym bros you knew. This time the wistfulness of his tone is more evident and you easily catch it in his words. 
“You can’t enjoy food?” you inquire, sharply. You’re aghast. You could never imagine living such an abhorrent half-life. This was primarily one of the reasons that you were anti-Edward during the Twilight craze of the 2010s. You would never give up on the pleasures that came from eating to exchange it for a life of drinking only blood for sustenance.
“I don’t need to eat food to survive,” admits Jungkook forlornly, “I can’t enjoy it at all; it's just mastication for me. Like I’m chewing on sawdust covered in spices. But I still do it. It’s the only way to remind me of my humanity. And it looks so good. I can smell it but it tastes like nothing much and I can’t savor it at all.”
You quirk an eyebrow silently. This was the first hint you had gotten into Jungkook’s person. He used to be human once upon a time. You don’t want to rock the boat so you don’t hedge for more details. 
“That’s horrible,” you cry out instead, visibly livid on his behalf. “Would it help if I ate for the both of us?” 
He laughs again and pushes his salmon towards you, “Only because I know how much you adore seafood. You won’t be able to get the wine or dessert away from me though,” he warns. 
You just grin at him and he returns a lopsided one at you, his eyes crinkle at the corners softening his gaze as his dimples make an appearance for the first time. You gawk at him, mesmerized by his gorgeous features. He’s so handsome. You wonder if he was this handsome before he was a genie or if being a genie amped up his attractiveness so you would fall under his lure like a siren with her prey. Nah, with your luck Jungkook was probably born looking like Adonis. 
You two eat in comfortable company, the conversation ebbing and flowing freely. You tell Jungkook about your job as an admissions counselor and the terrible guilt you feel when you can’t help one of your students accomplish their dreams of graduating from one of the best four year universities in the nation. Jungkook oohs and aahs while also making sounds of dismay at the appropriate moments. He’s a great listener; he’s super involved in the conversation and makes you feel important as though what you’re sharing deserves to get heard. You’re not sure how much of it is an act he’s putting on for your benefit to fulfill your wish and how much of it is him going above and beyond, but you greatly appreciate it. Today might just be the best day of your life. You’ve been treated like a queen the entire time. 
In exchange for sharing your little anecdotes you beg Jungkook to share something with you to keep the repartee going. With a groan he gives into you, and animatedly chats to you about the time he had a vampiress find his lamp.
You gasp loudly, “Vampires aren’t real Jungkook!” you can’t stop laughing. It’s a good thing you weren’t chewing because you would have spit out your fancy dinner all over the pristine white table cloth.
He wags his eyebrows at you with a cocky smirk painting his lips, “Oh? Are you sure? I mean I’m a genie, Y/N. It would make sense for there to be other magical beings besides me. I wasn’t born into existence as a genie, I was created.”
“Yeah,” you murmur softly, is this your moment to ask Jungkook how it had all begun? “Jungkook, I—”
 “Monsieur, mademoiselle,” one of the servers had returned with your desserts in tow, intruding on your conversation, “crème brulée à la lavande.”
He places two leaf shaped cream colored ramekins in front of the pair of you. You hum in astonishment as you take in the delectable looking lavender infused crème brulée with the browned sugar crust and the decorative buds of lavender on top. It smells faintly floral and you just know that when you taste it, your tongue is going to be in heaven, tasting the delicate yet complex layers to the dish.
Jungkook smirks at you cockily before he spoons up a sizable scoop of the crème and pulls it into his mouth, his lips pursing around the utensil until he sucks off all the dessert on the ladeled part. He hums his pleasure as his tongue rolls around in his mouth, sucking in the taste of the rich cream and the sweet sugar that is roped through it. His eyelids turn heavy and you have to suck in a breath when you realize this is probably what Jungkook would look like if he ate you out and was savoring the taste of your juices on his velvety lush tongue. 
You’re flustered but you can’t let him have the upperhand. You pick up the little dessert spoon and tap on the sugar crust, cracking it softly before you carefully scoop some of the confection onto your utensil, making sure to get both the hardened sugar and the smooth cream underneath.
You moan around it as you close your mouth with the first bite. You’re in heaven, you’re not sure you have ever had anything that was quite as rich or decadent as this before in your life. The velvety texture of the crème brulée swamps your tongue while the sugar melts into it from the heat of your warm, lush mouth. Your senses are heightened as you can taste every single ingredient that has gone into the dish and you inhale sharply before letting out another soft moan of satisfaction.
You wrap your lips around the spoon as you twirl your tongue around it to make sure you’ve gotten every last bit of the dessert off of it before you release from your mouth with a light pop. There’s a gossamer thread of spit connecting your lip to the spoon so you quickly dart your tongue out to break it. The male next to you shudders lightly, his breath hitches raggedly as he glares at you with hard eyes that have gone dark from the heat of his debauched desires. 
“Y/N,” he warns, groaning lightly, his tongue nearly poking a hole through his cheek in his irritation.
“Hmm?” you reply with faux innocence, determined to play with fire tonight. You don’t want to get burned tonight, oh no, you want much much more than that. You want to get consumed by the flames that have Jungkook within their hold.
You continue to eat up your crème brulée slowly, savoring each and every carefully scooped spoonful. Your tongue rolls in your mouth after each bite as you try to lick up all of the cream from the crevices before you go in for the next spoon. You’re not playing up your reactions by any means; it’s so delicious and rich, meant to be relished. And Jungkook is, figuratively, eating up all of the noises slipping between your plump sugar covered lips. His jaw is tight, lips thinned into a harsh line as he heatedly glares at you.
“It seems to me like you want something else to draw out those little pathetic sounds from your throat,” Jungkook grates, “until, perhaps, they are full blown moans of ecstasy.”
You still when you feel his long sinuous fingers gripping into the soft flesh of your exposed thigh. His palm is feverishly hot against your skin and Jungkook takes advantage of the fact that you’re wearing a mini dress to push your thighs apart and slip his hand in between. 
“Ju-Jungkook,” you stammer, letting your spoon clank against the ramekin where there’s still more than half of the dessert left. Your hands go to where his is cupping your cunt through the diaphanous black mesh thong you’re wearing from Agent Provocateur, you pull at his arm and attempt to take it off but you’re unable to shake the grip he has on you as his fingers stroke lines against the seam to your cunt through the thin, ineffective barrier of your panties. The pad of his index finger runs its path up and down until your pussy lips feel swollen, the folds sensitive and inflamed, as you slowly wet the mesh material until it’s practically invisible from how drenched it becomes. 
“What are you doing?” he hisses, his tone both gruff and lethal. “Get your hands off of me.” 
Your insides warm as you get aroused from his harshness and you let your hands fall off from where they were still attempting to pull him away. You already had a flush from the wine earlier heating your skin but now the blood crawls up your chest and rushes to your cheeks for a different reason.
“Don’t you have a dessert to eat, Y/N?” Jungkook mocks, pausing his fingers’ wickedly dexterous pursuit.
“I-I,” you stutter, “Y-y-yes, Jungkook.”
Your body was turned 90 degrees so that you could face him but when he raises an eyebrow that means ‘Get on with it,’ you instantly turn back around to properly face the dinner table and pick up your spoon from the ramekin with a shaking hand. You scoop up some of the dessert into your mouth and nervously close your lips around it, hyper aware of everything that is happening around you, on the tether hooks as you wait with bated breath for Jungkook’s next move.
He pinches your clit, invoking a squeal to slip out of your mouth as your walls flutter around nothing, clenching in dismay. “Why so silent, Y/N? Aren’t you enjoying your dessert? I think I’m going to feast on you though.”
“Mmpfh,” you moan behind clenched teeth, hurriedly swallowing down the velvety cream and spooning up another bite to place into your mouth, “It’s so good, Jungkook,” you gasp breathlessly.
“Good,” Jungkook grunts into your ear, he’s halfway out his chair, his body stretching over the small distance between your seats. His chest is digging into your shoulder and he has an arm, the one whose digits aren’t currently focused on stroking you into madness, wrapped around your back so that he can slip it around the front and hold your neck in it’s grip, squeezing it lightly in warning. Your breath catches in your throat and you gulp, able to feel every cold curve of each individual metal ring on his fingers lightly pressing into your skin. 
“You want to keep eating, Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs, hot breath tickling your ear as his lips brush against it before he pulls your delicate lobe between his teeth. 
“N-No!” you protest.
“Oh?” He quips. His voice has gone low and raspy, the tenor of his tone licking flames in the pit of your stomach, causing your nerves to tingle from anticipation, “Got something else in mind for dessert, princess?”
You pause hesitantly. The words are stuck in your throat.
“Go on, Y/N, tell me what my bratty spoiled princess really wants for dessert,” Jungkook growls, removing his long nimble fingers from the wet heat of your cunt when you don’t answer him.
Your hands immediately fly down, pressing down on his to keep it trapped between your warm palms and your waxed, bare mons. “You, Jungkook. You,” you wail, “I want you for dessert.”
“I thought so,” murmurs the genie silkily. He removes his hand from your throat, his thumb rubbing circles into the delicate flesh before his fingers move away to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. He unwinds his arm from around you, choosing to grip your chin, tilting your mouth up before meeting your lips in a fervent messy embrace.
It’s more desperate than sensual, a frantic clashing of lips as your tongues tangle with each other and your teeth almost knock against each other from the brutal force of the kisses. Jungkook drags your plump lower lip into his mouth, his teeth lightly nipping on it while he sucks until it feels raw and battered. His hand is tangled into your hair and he’s gripping on those locks tightly to maneuver your head in the exact position he wants. You ignore the pain erupting from your scalp as your palms freely roam the length of his upper body, slipping under the thin cotton T-shirt he had on to rake your long acrylic nails against his warm, muscled back. Your fingers travel up to his broad shoulders, gripping them under his shirt until you leave little crescent indentations from your nails on his flesh.
Jungkook shifts his lips from yours as he leaves you gulping for air, struggling to catch your breath. “My fucking selfish princess has bitten off more than she can chew on her quest to feast on everything she possibly can,” he murmurs, his hot breath fans over your cheek before he softly nips on the plumpest part of it. When you gasp at the sting, his tongue immediately darts out to soothe the pain as he licks up the side of your face messily. “Baby, you made a deal with the devil for these wishes,” he rumbles.
Your dress barely covers your chest which hectically heaves as Jungkook trails suctioning, bruising kisses down the length of your throat on the path to your breasts. The shimmery wine red cloth is barely hanging on to you as your hardening nipples struggle to keep them in position acting as the only thing holding them in place. The slippery cloth has almost fallen down several times, and you are millimeters away from suddenly exposing your entire upper half to the birds that are flying around as you sit on your sky high dinner date.
Jungkook’s strong agile fingers pull at the fabric as his mouth finds the large exposed expanse of cleavage available to him. He gently presses his lips on your soft warm skin before he parts them to leave hard open mouthed kisses on your breasts. When he’s finally able to get a strong enough purchase on the dress that he can pull it down to your waist, he deftly plucks the nude silicon pads off and flings them into the night sky before wrapping his lips against one of your hardened peaks.
His fingers are strumming at its twin while Jungkook sucks and sucks at your nipple like he thinks that he can get it to leak if he tries hard enough. That thought makes you still. An impregnation kink? You had never thought of it before but the thought of Jungkook fucking you with the sole purpose of breeding you and making you round and luminous as you carry his children, your breasts large and your curves plumper and softer than before has your heart beating loudly and erratically in your chest.
“Hey,” he complains when he notices you've gotten sidetracked in your thoughts. He bites down on your furled bud to draw back your attention, “Where did you go? Someone’s getting greedy. Do you need more, princess? Do you need me to do more so you’ll pay attention to me?”
“I,” you stammer. But Jungkook ignores you, he uses both of his hands to maneuver your skin clinging dress over your hips and then he tucks two fingers into the thin ribboned band of your underwear, pulling it away from your heated skin until the delicate mesh falls apart from his use of force, getting ripped straight off of your cunt. His jaw absentmindedly falls open a little as takes in the sight of your glistening pussy folds. 
“Oh, baby, you’re so pretty,” he murmurs. 
He plunges his middle finger in, going deep within your core as he curls it up, pumping within you so furiously that you can hear loud squelching sounds coming from your gushing pussy.
“Jung-Jungkook,” you whine. You need more. You need to be stuffed. “Jungkook, I can take more!” The last word comes out as a scream when he suddenly thrusts his ring finger and pinky inside you too. All three digits are assailing your insides, your core tightens around them, clenching hard but it doesn’t stop his intensity as he makes a complete mess of your pussy, wetness gushing out and dripping on your seat, trailing down your parted thighs. 
He has the side of his face pressed against your chest, your stiffened tips poking harshly into his right cheek as he glances downwards at the wreckage he’s created from the fruits of his labor. Your head is bent with your chin tucked on top of his crop of dark cyan hair, your long tumbling locks of hair falling forward to hide your expression as Jungkook makes you lose your mind underneath him.
“Your clit is so swollen, sweet girl, do you want me to rub it?” He asks, turning towards your breasts, rubbing his face into them, his nose tickling the valley between them. 
“Yes, Jungkook,” you urge breathlessly, “Please.”
His thumb and forefinger pinches that little sensitive bead, rolling it in between them before rubbing it side to side in a rapid, furious pace. “Or maybe it’s still not enough,” Jungkook wonders, “Do you want my head buried between those thighs as you ride your way to release or do you want my cock pounding you into submission, baby?”
Your mouth is hanging open, you can barely think, let alone put together a string of words that will have Jungkook satisfied with your reply. “Jungkook,” you pant, “I need—”
“Monsieur Jeon?” the waiter inquires after returning.
You still immediately, your head bending even further to conceal your body with your hair though you are already covered by Jungkook’s body on top of yours.
“Yes, Pierre,” Jungkook murmurs, not moving his face away from the comfort of your breasts. You hadn’t even realized that had been the name of your server.
“If you and mademoiselle are done with your dinners we can take you back to the ground.”
“Yes, thank you, Pierre. We would appreciate that.”
“I will go inform the team,” Pierre acquises, “Would you like for me to get more wine as we make our way down?”
“I think we are fine for now,” assures Jungkook. 
When the staff finally leaves you push Jungkook off of you, straightening up your dress, pulling it over your breasts and tugging it down to cover your bottom again. 
Jungkook merely smirks, purring, “You’re changing your tune so soon, princess? I take it you don’t want for things to continue when we’re on the ground then?”
You stiffly cross your arms over your chest, using them as supports under your breasts to hold onto the dress and keep it from slipping down and making you expose yourself to all of the sky high restaurant’s crew since Jungkook had gotten rid of your bra pads.
“Did you have to do that?” you demand.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, princess,” Jungkook fibs.
You roll your eyes, “It’s not enough that every time we do something it’s in public but you’ve started to destroy my underwear too.”
“Oh relax, Y/N,” Jungkook coaxes, “Your rack is spectacular and will be doing a more than great job of holding up your dress. You have nothing to worry about. And even if you did ever expose yourself to anyone you didn’t want to, I would just erase their memories for you.”
“My hero,” you simper sarcastically, tugging on his right ear.
The male narrows his eyes at you, consideringly. His front teeth nip at his bottom lip and you know that you’ve gotten yourself in trouble again as Jungkook thinks up ways to get back at you during the descent of the restaurant. 
When you are finally back touching solid ground, you are able to messily untangle yourself from the harnesses that kept you secured to your seat. You almost fall flat on the ground when you gingerly step off the platform you two had been eating on, towards the cracked pavement of the empty lot. Your legs had turned into jelly during their time up in the air, it’s a combination of vertigo and your legs still being shaky from having you edged to an orgasm that was woefully stolen away from you.
Jungkook immediately catches you in his arms, peering down at you softly before coming to a decision. He lowers himself, bending down to wrap his arms around your back and thighs more securely, before picking you up in a bridal carry. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him after hesitantly locking your arms around his thick neck.
“So,” he hedges, moving his face forward so that he can nudge at your plump cheeks with his nose. “Should the night end here princess?” he asks, “Or do you want the fun to continue when we get back home?”
“Yes, please,” you quietly beg.
Jungkook gently brushes his lips against your forehead before escorting the two of you home in a whirlwind cloud of gold dust before you two suddenly reappear in the hallway in front of the two of your rooms.
“Are we sleeping in different rooms tonight?” Jungkook inquires, just to check that your mind hasn’t changed within the last two minutes.
“Take me to your bed,” you softly urge the genie as you upturn your face, your nose nudging against the thin scar across his left cheek. He swiftly traipses forward, his long legs reaching his door in one effortless stride. 
His room is similar to yours except his bed is bigger, you notice with envy, and his furniture appears to be made of black colored iron unlike the white painted pieces in your room. He sets you down in front of him as he goes to close the door.
“Jungkook, babe,” you call out to his back. He raises an eyebrow as he turns to face you again. “Can you help me with my zipper? It’s a little hard for me to get it down.”
The slim invisible zipper to your deep burgundy shimmery dress is located right on the topmost part of your ass since it’s a mostly backless piece. Jungkook crowds you from behind, his massive frame enveloping yours as his long deft fingers go to zip you down. You shudder as his knuckles brush against the warm sensitive skin of your back, each touch sending a lighting bolt of attraction shooting up your spine while causing arousal to pool between your thighs. When the zipper is halfway down, resting on the swell of your ass, you step out of his hold. 
You turn around to face him as you pull down on the thin straps of the dress, letting them hang around your elbows as your bust works overtime to keep the dress up. With a twisted smirk painting your plush lips, you shimmy out of the glittery wine colored fabric, letting it pool around your Saint Laurent encased feet before stepping out of the circle of clothing lying on the ground. You lithely stalk towards Jungkook, your hair a sexy mess around your shoulders, curling into your breasts and brushing against your nipples as you make your way to the genie, completely nude since he had gotten rid of all of your underwear a while back.
Jungkook’s eyes softly shutter close as you finally reach him, his eyelids fluttering as he raggedly takes in a deep breath. You look utterly divine wearing only gold jewelry and your long strappy black heels that make your sun kissed limbs look miles long. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, pressing your heaving breasts against his hard pectoral muscles, “Jungkook?”
His hands grip onto your hips pulling your smooth crotch against his clothed one as he backs the two of you into the door. His hard pulsating cock is pressed against your slit and it makes you whimper when you shift and the zipper to his pants hits your clit. He secures his arms across your ass, pushing you up into his hold, making your toes tip because even in your heels you’re unable to be face to face with him. The man is sexily and inconveniently tall. Balancing all of your weight on your toes and Jungkook’s arms, you stretch so that your face is aligned with his and you can comfortably kiss him. Your teeth grab for his plump lower lip and pull it between yours so you can suck on that lush flesh, agitating it so it becomes red, wet, and swollen.
A subtle growl starts low in Jungkook’s chest as he pushes your body even further up and as you lose your footing you tangle a leg around Jungkook’s hips. His other hand moves up to roughly capture your jaw in its hold, locking you in position as he aggressively meets your lips back. His kisses are greedy and all-consuming; Jungkook kisses you like he’s a starving man and you are his first meal in a long time. His hand, the one that's gently hanging by your ass, starts to knead the supple flesh and your breath catches in your throat as you let out a choked gasp. His fingers are right by your puckered sensitive hole and you’re reminded of the fantasy you had had the night before he came into your life. Of a man touching and stroking you there in that forbidden orifice and working you up. 
Meanwhile, his mouth is busy; his tongue is prodding its way past your lips, slipping in and licking a torrid path in the lush cavern of your mouth. It’s agile and long, and the strong wet muscle twirls with your own, easily taking control of your mouth. The sounds slipping out of both of your lips as you continuously meet each other for more and more impassioned kisses are obscene; they’re loud wet sounds of fervent hunger that grow more frantic as the kisses persist.
Your core is clenching around nothing and it has you rutting against Jungkook’s crotch like a bitch in heat, leaving a dark damp patch on the black fabric of his dressy joggers. Jungkook stops stroking and squeezing your ass to pull your other leg around his hips until your stiletto heels are digging into his butt and you are wrapped entirely around his body like a koala. He backs away from the door, his lips breaking apart from yours so he can look where he is walking and carrying you. You are still kissing him though; your lips have trailed down to kiss and bite along his jaw and neck, you even let yourself suck on his Adam’s apple which has him gulping and your lips stretching into a smirk against the flushed smooth flesh  of his throat, as you can feel every movement underneath the delicate skin.
He carefully drops you onto the bed, taking precaution not to fall over with you and crush you underneath his weight. You stare up at him, wide-eyed as your lips part with hunger and surprise at the change in position. His large doe eyes have gone black with lust, becoming heavy lidded as they travel up the entire length of your body with lazy glances. 
He steps in between your parted legs, his hands curling around your soft meaty thighs, dimpling into them with the pressure from his fingertips. “Let me eat you out?” he asks huskily, his tenor sounding ragged and raspy.
“Please,” you beg with wide eyes shining with lust. Your legs part even more to let Jungkook see just how wet your folds are.
He sinks to his knees before you, holding down on your thighs as he lowers himself to the ground. He places a flurry of light open mouth kisses against your soft thighs as he nudges them apart and pulls you forward so that your ass hangs off the bed and he can throw your legs over his shoulders. Your Saint Laurent encased limbs spasm against his back and the pointed heels dig into his white T-shirt making him grunt as he falls forward a little. 
You let out a pained whine when you notice Jungkook manages to catch himself right before he faceplants onto your cunt. He slowly lowers his face, nose tenderly nudging at your slit before he purses his lips and kisses at your folds. He gently mouths at the petals of oversensitive and swollen flesh, softly lapping at the juices that cling to them. You let out a shrill, frenzied moan when he flattens his tongue against your core, licking long and hot fat stripes down the opening. Your fingers snake into his damp indigo colored locks, drenched from his sweat, scratching your acrylic nails against his scalp as you attempt to push him down further into your crotch. 
He slides his hands up your warm thighs making your muscles contract at the sensation before he grabs onto your hips, guiding their motion with his grip. He lets you rock against his mouth frantically, opening his jaw wide as your juices that he’s unable to capture drip down his chin. You wail, letting out a desperate sob as he buries his face deeper into your cunt licking and slurping like a man maddened from lust. His nose juts against your swollen inflamed clit as his teeth clamp down lightly on your folds and pull at them gently, making you convulse and twitch as you mindlessly shove your pussy against him. 
“Is this good, sweet girl,” he murmurs huskily, “Is this what you wanted?”
He brushes his plush lips over your clit, teasing you, tempting you until he has your laser focus drawn to what he is doing. It’s then that he starts working on that hyper responsive bundle of nerves, teasing that little bead with flicks of his tongue, hard focused snaps of his wet muscle against the overworked bud. He’s giving you everything; his mouth wrapping around your clit, his lips gently pressing against it in faux respite, his teeth nipping it to draw out cries, and his tongue manipulating it to make you turn feral. He’s got you in the palm of his hand and it makes him realize that he’s been neglecting you in perhaps the most important way.
“Is,” his tongue jabs into your core, “This,” his teeth clamp down on your clit, inducing tears to spring from your eyes, “Good,” he slurps at your arousal noisily, repeating the question.
You frantically nod in his direction before you realize he can't see your expression with his face shoved into your pussy. “Ye-Yes,” you choke out, clearing your throat that's gone rough from the constant stream of screaming that Jungkook’s been able to pull from your lips. You think it subsides him but then he tilts his head in a calculating way that’s got you freezing against him.
He pulls away to draw your attention back to his face, you glance at him with glazed over eyes that are confused yet frustrated. Staring right at you with sleepy, hooded lids, he holds your gaze as he runs his index finger up and down your fluttering core, gathering up your juices on top of his finger, using the transparent ropes of arousal to coat his finger, lubricating it before he plunges it into you. 
“Jungkook,” your legs spasm over his shoulders as you accidentally hit his back with one of your high heels. “I’m gonna c— I’m gonna COME! I can’t— I can’t take much more of THIS!” Your hips raise up from the bed as you squirm, fucking his finger into you since he hasn’t started moving it yet. 
He stares at you consideringly, “Fuck my fingers Y/N,” he raspily commands, “Fuck yourself to completion.”
You still, momentarily unnerved but Jungkook uses his thumb to flick the nail of his middle finger against your clit, which not only pulls out an embarrassing keen from your mouth but also spurs you into action, rocking your hips in fluid motions as your core takes in the entire length of his index finger.
You whine in frustration, complaining, “Jungkook, this isn’t enough!”
“I’d say make it enough,” the male responds, “If I hadn’t been tempting you all night long. Consider yourself lucky, princess.” And with that Jungkook shoves three more fingers in you, pumping them into you impressively faster and harder than he had ever teased you before, almost inserting half his hand, a centimeter into his palm as well, into the cunt he stretched out during dinner. It’s a good thing he thought to do that since you would be struggling when he finally took you. 
Your vision turns white as your eyes almost roll backwards and your teeth chatter, knocking into each other due to the violent intensity at which Jungkook was impaling your pussy with his fingers. Your thighs quake uncontrollably as you’re finally pushed to the brink. With your voice crescendoing into a needlessly long and cacophonously loud scream, you reach an earth shattering climax, slumping down onto the bed, your legs twitching absentmindedly.  
The male gets off of his knees, the bottom half of his face is still glistening with the remnants of your arousal. He stretches, his broad shoulders getting rolled back, before he one-handedly pulls off his fitted white tee in a decidedly sexy manner. Your eyes immediately shift to his bare upper half when you hear the clink of metal and you find yourself staring at, for the first time, his golden waist chain. The gossamer strands of metal are wrapped around his thin, sun bronzed waist, practically blinding you with the shine from their yellow color that glitters as it moves with every flow and shift of Jungkook’s body. 
Jungkook doesn’t let the chain hold your attention for too long, immediately distracting you as he unbuttons and undoes the fly on his dark cargo joggers. He lets the fabric hang loose around his hips as he palms his massive shaft though the black cotton of his Balenciaga boxer briefs. He rubs the bulbous tip of his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear as he toes off his imposing spiky heeled Chelsea boots. Once the shoes are off, he gently tugs on his pants, letting them pool around his ankles and stepping out of them.
He walks towards you almost nude except for the briefs that cling to his muscley thick thighs and show how pronounced his dick is as it struggles to pop out from behind the band. There is a cocky smirk painting his lovely coral colored Cupid’s bow and his nicely shaped eyebrows quirk in challenge as he steps in your direction. You groan in impatience and need as he stands in front of you, legs spread hips’ length apart. A light chuckle sounds from behind the plush lip he’s biting hard as he pushes down on the black elastic band of the underwear and his massive cock, which you have only felt against you but never seen before this moment, bounces out from the confines. He’s larger than you dreamed he could be, and you know better than to assume that Jungkook, fiercely competitive and authentic as he is, would increase the size with magic. 
Your hips are already subconsciously gyrating against the air as you take him in with a slackened jaw and numbly hanging open mouth. It’s girthy and twitching lightly, slightly bouncing as it stands proud free from the confines of pants and underwear. The mushroom tip is swollen and flushed a dark berry red. The thick protruding vein you wanna nibble on, runs along the underside of the cock and is more pronounced, becoming easier for you to see, when he holds up the shaft to rub at its bulbous head to work precum out of it, make the white viscous liquid bead from the tip. 
His cock is fucking pretty, and you want to suck on it, but a quick glance at the male reveals that he’s too impatient to let you do that now and just wants you to take him in. You can’t blame him after he’s gotten you off about half a dozen times over the course of the day without having blown off some steam himself. 
The tattoos along his arm seem to pop against his sun kissed skin as he strokes his cock which swells at the stimulation. “Ready princess?” he asks quietly.
“Please.” You beg a repetition of the one word that always finds its way easily to your lips when Jungkook is working you up. 
He guides his cock to your gushing slit, brushing the mushroom head against your folds, rubbing it into them causing his precum and your arousal to combine and mix. He slaps his head against your clit a few times before he deems you sufficiently drenched and ready to take him in. He slowly presses the round tip into your folds, hunting for your opening, his veiny hand guiding his shaft’s path. Slowly it breaches you, causing your mouth to fall open as a sex crazed look takes over your features. You moan a long, wanton sound at the intrusion, even though Jungkook took his time preparing you, it’s been more than a year since you’ve fucked anyone. With one hand still directing his cock, he uses the other to grab your hip to gently lift it up so he can palm the small of your back and push you up towards him.
You meet him eagerly, squirming as you help him get you up, throwing your arms over his shoulders and holding onto his neck with a deathgrip. He slowly moves the hand from your back to run along your hip and then your thigh so that he can wrap your curvy leg around his hip. Pulling your leg up had another advantage as well, now he can more easily enter you and he slams into you, impaling you with his cock until he is fully sheathed and your waxed bare mons meet the nicely groomed dark patch of hair on his pubic bone, your pelvises flush against each other. 
You can feel the ridges of his shaft sliding along your walls as they clench around him, letting you feel every bump and vein. “A-Ah,” you stutter as a mewl slips from your panting lips. “Jung—JUNGKOOK,” you cry out as his cock twitches within you and the tip just barely hits that elusive g-spot.
“Fuck,” he grunts before a guttural moan breaks out of him. 
“God, princess. This is what you wanted all along didn’t you. The entire day you’ve been teasing me. Tempting me with those fucking sly smiles and suggestive looks. You didn’t want a fucking considerate boyfriend you wanted a rude libertine to blow your back out. Isn’t that right—princess,” he hisses through his clenched teeth.
You’re unable to answer him as he quickens the pace, slipping in and out of you furiously, taking his cock almost entirely out with only his fat tip in you before thrusting manically again, pounding into your pelvis, battering up your insides and making you turn into a boneless pile of goo.
You’re practically drooling at this point while your eyes are shiny from the tears that come from his frantic impaling as he jackhammers into you. Your mouth is hanging open and he smacks the ass cheeks he’s been gripping onto this entire time when you don’t give him a reply.
“This.” Smack. “Is.” Smack. “What.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Wanted.” Smack. “Isn’t it, princess?” he growls, ending off with one last smack.
“Yes, Jungkook!” you sob, “This is what I wanted!” You’re inconsolable as he continues with the frenzied onslaught of sex. 
He hauls you up even further, he had one arm hugging your lower back as the other focused on keeping your thigh firmly locked around his waist and then you’re bouncing on his cock in midair, the metal of his waist chain poking into the soft skin of your tummy every time the two of you met into the middle. It’s a good thing he’s helping you stay attached to him because with the way he is bending you over, making your back arch as he attacks your breasts and neck with impassioned bites and kisses, you would have fallen right off of him without the extra support.
He makes his way up to your mouth, peppering your skin with sucking kisses before finally reaching it and wildly attacking your lips with his in a messy frenzy of teeth and tongue. After what seems like long interminable moments, he finally releases your lips with a wet pop. There’s still a string of saliva connecting the two of you that breaks when he parts open his mouth and whispers sweetly against yours, “That’s all you had to say, princess.”
He picks up the pace as he buries his face into your neck, dead set on leaving a bruising hickey that will remain for several days. You press your lips against his crown, his blue hair tickling your nostrils as you attempt to silence your cries against his scalp. His hold on you tightens like he never wants to let you go, keeping your sweaty body clinging to his, his biceps flexing as he grips onto you and jackhammers uncontrollably, losing all signs of rhyme or rhythm, just knowing that he wants to be buried in your heat forever.
“Say you want this,” he demands. “Say you want ME!” The last word is punctuated by a brutal thrust that hits your g-spot perfectly and has you crying into his hair. 
“I want you,” you sob, “God, I need you Jungkook.” Your breasts are heaving against his hard pecs, your nipples dragging along the smooth solid planes of his chest as you struggle to get your words out.
If you could have seen Jungkook’s eyes at that moment, you would have seen how they turned reddish black, the color of molten lava as a look of pure possessiveness took over his features. But since you can’t see his face, you’re unaware of how your genie is falling for you just as easily as you are falling for him. 
The loud sounds of his balls hitting your skin resound through the bedroom and Jungkook never lets down on the pace. He fucks you into submission as you hang off of him, jellylike with no control over your spasming limbs. Jungkook takes your well timed bout of flexibility to maneuver your legs off of his thighs to hang off his elbows as he wraps his arms around your knees and has them circle behind you. This new height and shift in position has his hip rolls drag his cock through your folds in a more enticing manner, working up your engorged clit with every pounding. You almost forget that he’s no longer hitting your g-spot as you shriek loudly, your poor clit sobbing at the new brutal onslaught of stimulation. 
“Jungkook,” you keen, “God, Jungkook. I don’t know how much further I can go.”
“I’m sure you’ll keep up,” he hums meanly, as he pistons his hips again and again. You’re writhing against him, barely able to roll your hips to meet his every thrust anymore. You feel like you just ran a marathon and you’re approaching the last yard. The end is near and you can sense it with how overheated your body becomes and how you wince and whimper at every move Jungkook makes, able to feel every drag of his magnificent cock through your core down to what feels like the cellular level. Your walls keep clenching onto him tighter and tighter as well, reluctant to release him from their hold and he finds himself putting in even more effort into every snap of his hips.
“You’re almost there aren’t you, sweet girl,” he mumbles against your throat, biting harshly along the delicate skin under your jaw and pulling at it with his front teeth. You can only let out a wordless amalgamation of sounds erupt from your throat as you moan. 
“Let me take you there, princess,” he mutters, “I’ll be your guide, darling.” He bucks into you one last time and he’s almost done it. He’s sent you there to that precipice. You’re hanging on the high but you need to come down. All it takes is one pinch from his clever fingers to your bruised clit as he bites down on your shoulder and you’re there, screaming as you hit your release, gushing around him like a broken sprinkler while Jungkook soothes the abused flesh with soft kitten licks from his tongue, his cool saliva covering the tender area like a balm. 
As you hang of his body, your head sagging against his chest, arms no longer bothering to hold onto his neck, the male lets a faint smile grace his lips, holding you up with his impressive strength, gently rocking his cock into your drenched folds a couple more passes over before he explodes inside of you, painting your walls with his hot viscous ropes of white cum. 
You’re practically asleep in his arms when he’s struggling to pull his shaft out of your fluttering folds that still want to keep it sheathed in their slick embrace, warming his cock with their heat, but he persists, gently dragging it out. The amount of cum that flows out from between your thighs after that is almost obscene. 
Jungkook looks back at his bed before glancing at the mess the two of you have created and decides that the best thing to do right now would be to magically make the liquid disappear before also cleaning you two up like you two had come straight out of a shower. Once your skin is glowing and clean, he gently lays your body down on the right side of his bed, carefully making sure that your head is correctly positioned on the fluffy pillow before covering up your nudity with the silk comforter. 
He walks over to the other side and slips easily into bed, facing the ceiling as he reclines next to you, pondering something. He seems to finally come to a decision and the lights flicker off, swamping the room in darkness, as he turns over to face you and drags your body into his so that your ass is pressed against his front. Throwing an arm and a leg over your form that is loose-limbed in slumber, the male comfortably spoons you before he plunges into sleep as well. 
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hotter than hell | jjk. (m)
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➵ summary : jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
↳ part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade collab hosted by @jamaisjoons
➵ pairing : fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader
➵ genre : supernatural/fantasy!au, romance, e2l, road trip, angst, fluff, eventual smut, three-shot
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 27k
➵ warnings : swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, semi-biblically-accurate depictions of angels and demons, supernatural themes, mentions and depictions of sin, s e x u a l  t e n s i o n, neck-kissing, straddling
➵ a/n : WHY HELLO EVERYONE here’s the demon lucifer jk as promised!! i stayed up an entire night just to create the plot, i hope it delivers!! it’s literally one of the my favourite ideas ever hehe. this is the first part of a three-shot :) please excuse any mistakes or error since I didn’t have a beta and will probably get someone to do so later 🤧 PLEASE IMAGINE MOTS ON:E DAY 1 MY TIME JUNGKOOK FOR THIS Y’ALL, enjoy!! <3
➵ playlist : asshole by hooligan chase
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‘Why is she looking at my man?’ 
‘I need to get blackout drunk.’
‘Damn, that girl is fucking hot.’
‘I’ll steal it when he isn’t looking.’
Jungkook’s head rings with an innumerable amount of others’ thoughts, and he can’t seem to silence the blaring volume of them at all.
He’s roaming in complete confusion, clutching his palms over his ears because shit, is everything just so loud. His feet hurt too, when have his feet ever hurt? Why can’t he fucking fly? Why does he suddenly feel so cold?
Jungkook’s bleary vision catches sight of neon signs and lights that invite head-splitting migraines. His usual leather outfit suddenly feels like it’s sticking to his skin too much, and what is this constant pang he feels in his stomach?
He doesn’t know, all he knows is that this isn’t hell, and he definitely should not be here. 
In all his thinking, his shoulder smacks into a passing stranger and he scolds them with stern eyes, only to ram into someone else yet again. 
Fuck, that hurt. Why did that hurt? When has he ever felt pain at all? Jungkook grunts in frustration as he weaves through passing bodies in the streets and eventually tumbles before a closed store. The second he looks through the window, his eyes widen in sheer horror. 
He’s.. he’s human? 
No, impossible. He can’t be human, where did his red eyes go? Why can’t he see his wings? He snaps quick glances at his shoulder blades and finds them empty, even reaching behind his back to only feel a seamless leather jacket. He looks at his hands and sees them just like his usual form, but when did he lose that natural, searing heat to his skin? 
Jungkook can’t think, he can’t understand what’s going on but can only comprehend one very obvious, almost laughable thing. 
He’s been cast out of hell. 
He laughs, then laughs some more because shit, is that goddamn funny, comedic, absolutely hysterical. Lucifer, the king of hell himself, has been cast out of his own kingdom? Sent to Earth as some measly blubbering, putrid human? 
The second Jungkook whips his head around to a horn honking, his equilibrium unbalanced itself, that incessant ringing in his ear returning. He feels too fucking dizzy, the axis of his entire world spinning. Groaning in dull pain, he begins stalking down the street with his clammy palm to his head. 
He bumps into more people and staggers, but he doesn’t care when he can still feel that same agonizing headache plaguing him. His eyesight begins to lose precision, and before he advances, he feels his knees buckle into the nearest alleyway. He drops to the ground hard, and his surroundings disappear before he feels his cheek meet the cold pavement. 
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Monday’s are so goddamn boring. 
Absolutely nothing is special about the dreadful day. All you ever desire is to crawl into a hole and slowly perish. And the only remedy to such an issue? At least to you, it would be a nice, steaming cup of coffee. 
But what absolutely trashes even the taste of coffee on a Monday?
The fact that it’s a Monday.
You drag your feet down the street, listless and exhausted after a tiresome day at work. You loosely clutch your bag over your shoulder as you trudge along, paying attention only squarely in front of you when suddenly, your feet ram into something. You almost trip over, furrowing your brows in confusion as you zero-in on the culprit. 
Once your vision becomes clear, you immediately squeal out in shock. You look carefully to find a man lying unconscious nearby a dumpster, appalled by the disgusting trash that litters the area next to him. 
You step slowly towards the stranger, finding that he’s actually quite… handsome. No, scratch that, he is drop-dead gorgeous, his looks almost too devilishly attractive. He appears fairly young to you as well, maybe the same age as you. You scan his outfit next and find him in a quite showy leather outfit; black boots, sheer-patterned shirt that exposed his body, hair flawlessly framing his face. 
You could’ve believed he was a fallen angel, his almost ethereal aura screaming of an existence far from here. His face structure is almost perfectly crafted from the finest marble, his nose looks boopable and his adorable lips naturally fall into this charming pout. 
Though his cuteness was not to be taken head-on, because you could only imagine what such a beautiful man’s eyes look like, and what allure remained hidden within them. 
You shake your head out of the compromising thoughts, swallowing as you contemplate what to do next. The most logical thing would be to call 911, that would help him out the most, wouldn’t it?
You whip out your phone and tap your screen, only to gain no response. You quirk your brows, clicking your power button and finding your device completely drained of battery. You groan with a roll of your eyes, too shy to inquire another stranger on the street for their phone.
Weighing on the decision that the stranger most likely has a phone, you bite your lip before squatting down by him. You precariously reach into his jacket and gently search for any pockets inside, only met with empty ones. You target his leather pants next and surprisingly come up dry of a phone or wallet, no keys or even a damn stick of gum. 
That leaves you with a real head-scratcher. The stranger seems to have absolutely nothing on him, now suddenly curious of whether or not he's even dead or alive. Heart quickening at the prospect of this being a dead body, you nervously gulp as you carefully take his wrist, and place two fingers against his pulse point. 
You thankfully feel a faint heartbeat and release a breath of relief, thinking quickly on your feet. You couldn’t just leave the stranger to fend for himself, it was already cold tonight and God knows what would happen to him without any of his necessary belongings. 
On a whim and out of sheer concern for the man’s well-being, you decide to haul a cab and take him home with you, hoping to also treat that nasty wound on his cheek. 
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Jungkook feels his consciousness resurfacing, head heavy, legs weighing a ton. His eyes flutter open to a white ceiling, darting around to find himself not on the street, not in hell, but inside a quaint apartment.
He furrows his brows, rubbing lazily at an eye once he does a quick once over of the place. He sincerely doesn’t understand where he is or what he’s doing here, but right now his head is still pounding too hard to even contemplate his next move. 
Sitting up, he swallows to find his throat desert-dry, stomach producing this weird gurgling sound he can’t piece together an answer for, and his eyes feel this hefty weight behind his lids. 
With a sigh, he rises to his feet, steadying himself. He sighs at just how annoyingly human he is, feeling the sensation of his legs aching, his neck adopting a crook from being awkwardly perched on the couch’s armrest, even his cheek stinging with something. 
He touches the afflicted area and instead finds some sort of cloth taped over him, wondering what in the hell it is. He touches it some more, and applies pressure only to hiss at his wound, rolling his eyes at the sensation of pain. 
With a deep exhale to release the frustration from his body, Jungkook notices he can still feel the fiery pits of hell coursing through his veins. That hot flame is still alive inside him, something heated still within his blood and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do something about it. With a focused mind and a composed breath, Jungkook attempts to revisit the very first, innate thing about his older form, imagining conjuring up his red, glowing eyes. 
He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, and envisions them glowing crimson before he opens them again, feeling a smoldering heat spark in his irises. He spots a mirror by the front door of the apartment and peers at himself, finding his eyes a vibrant, almost fiery red. 
He smirks, proud and satisfied. He’s still got it in him and he’ll be fucked six ways from Sunday if anyone can tell him otherwise. Feeling confident and alive, Jungkook attempts to conjure up some flames in his palms. Lo and behold, after a tense second of undivided focus, a fire gushes open in his bare hands. It feels just like when he’s perched on his throne in hell, Jungkook cracking another smug grin at the power he still holds. 
In that moment however, he hears the distinct clatter of something tumbling to the ground, and whips around to the noise. He shockingly finds a human woman staring at him in utter terror, hand clutched to her heart with her phone on the ground, and cowering into the wall as she shakes profusely. 
You’re stunned, flabbergasted, downright terrified out of your wits seeing the same man you found unconscious in the street now with fire flushing out of his hands. You see him begin to approach you and you’re overridden with fear, screaming at the unnatural sight before you. 
You scream, you scream and scream and look around for objects of any sort. You spot a small bottle of body spray on your hallway counter and immediately fling it towards the man for defence. 
“Get away from me, get away!” 
“Woah, hey, hey! Calm down!” 
But you don’t, and you instead throw other obscure and heavy objects towards him only for him to either burn or dodge them, eliciting even more of your panic. He’s getting closer as he attempts to pacify you, darting by him and running directly towards your kitchen.
Your frazzled brain isn’t thinking and you immediately fling open a cabinet, reaching for the very first thing you see and rapidly grasp a pan. You hold it up ready for punishing the man before he scrambles and hushes your ear-splitting shrills, holding up his hands in surrender. 
“Wait, wait, stop! Shh!” 
“How can I not scream when your eyes are literally red?!” 
Jungkook struggles for a sentence. “Look, just, shh. You’re gonna alarm the people in your building!” 
“That’s the fucking point?! You’re a maniac!” You yell and grab open your drawer of utensils, beginning to chuck forks and spoons at the frantic man. 
“Hey, stop! Would you-stop throwing shit!” Jungkook yells frustratedly as you send him a scowl, only catapulting things harder in response. But suddenly, Jungkook burns a butter knife you haul his way, and fearfully watching it melt right before your eyes. They widen in absolute horror.
You’re seriously, and very horribly fucked.
Panic invades your chest and you spot your phone lying on the ground near your bedroom door, quickly bolting towards it in hopes of calling 911, or at least somebody for help. You dive towards the floor and snatch up your device, racing mind unable to sift through contacts efficiently enough before you feel strong arms quickly caging around you. The stranger traps your wriggling body as he attempts to grab at your phone, yelling angrily. 
“Are you insane?! Why are you calling someone?!” 
“Because you’re a fucking maniac!” 
You struggle against the man’s burly hold and flail around hopelessly, utterly panicking realizing how strong he is.  
Screams escape you as you useslessly fight each other on the floor, incessantly attempting to weaken his grasp. The man with much larger hands than yours however nabs your phone and tosses it into your room somewhere, attempting to hush you as you squeal and kick at him profusely. 
“Stop it, stop! I can explain myself!” 
“I don’t want to hear your fucking evil plan before you kill me!” 
The man’s arms are still, curled around you and hugging your back to his chest, but it’s not a warm welcome at all as he keeps you from escaping, all while you holler incoherently at him to release you. You grow tired of the shenanigans and stuff the meat of his hand in between your teeth, sinking them in with enough force to harm him. The man exclaims in pain as his arms detangle from you. 
“Ow! What the fuck?!” 
You rapidly rise to your feet in search of your phone. It’s laying near your bed and you scamper off towards it, bending down with a grabby hand to reach it, but suddenly feel the man’s heavy figure hurtle you onto the bed. You both tumble onto your mattress, the handsome stranger on top as he locks down your thrashing hands, eyes urgent as he regards you below. 
“Woman, please, please stop screaming.” He warns crucially. “I’m not someone people can know about, we’ll both get in shit!” 
“By who? You’re the only freak here!” You wiggle your smaller wrist out of his grip and reach over for a stray cushion on your bed. You feel the fleecy material in your hand and harshly begin smacking the man with the pillow. 
“Oh c’mon-what the fuck?!” You disarm him completely as he falters at your hits, the stranger toppling onto the ground as you recklessly beat the living hell out of him. 
He crosses his arms over his face in an effort to protect himself, knowing even if you run now, the man seemed strong and smart enough to capture you again; two deadly combinations that could mean your demise. So you decide to keep senselessly whacking the cushion at him until he eventually tires, and you’ll make a break for it, or Mr. and Mrs. Tran next door will most likely come to your rescue. 
You stand above him and yell profanities as you practically abuse the stranger with your pillow. However, the man latches a hand onto the pillow to halt you and causes the cheap material to completely tear open. Feather’s instantly fly out of the cushion and fill your room with white fluffiness, groaning in complaint at the mess. 
You disregard the $4 ripped-up thing, and return to smacking at the man with the pillow cover. 
“Why. The. Fuck. Did you. Rip. My. PILLOW?!” You howl between each of your attacks and the man struggles on the ground as he exclaims in pain, blinded and barely able to shout in return. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?! Why are you beating me up?!” 
“Says the one who ripped my pillow and tried to murder me!” 
“I’m not even-what!” The stranger shrieks in disbelief. “I never tried to murder you! I didn’t do anything wrong!” 
That response actually halts your actions, freezing once you truly contemplate the stranger didn’t try to exactly kill you or anything, and you’re then in fact assaulting him for no concrete reason. As your easily distracted mind wanders, the man suddenly pulls at your legs with grabby hands. You squeal as you suddenly land on top of his rather muscular body, crashing onto him hard. 
Funny enough, you end up apologizing for settling over him so roughly. “Oh my God, I’m so-” 
“Shh, shh.” The man pushes his index fingers to your lips and his own, shushing you both. There’s a long moment of silence, both you and the albeit, gorgeous man staring into each other’s round eyes as your chests press into each other’s tightly, feathers slowly cascading down around your entangled bodies. 
You swallow as you watch the man underneath you in fear, wondering why he hushed you. You open your mouth to question him but he only shakes his head, warning you with a hush again. 
“Shh, I hear footsteps.” 
Suddenly, your front door is racked with a few hard raps. 
“Who’s-” The man begins a question but you immediately smack your hands over his mouth, silencing him. 
“Shh, don’t say anything!” 
He removes your dainty hands from his lips and surprisingly holds them quite gently. “But is it the police-” 
You clasp them over his mouth tighter, your face and his suddenly mere inches from each other as you tut him. “Shh! They can’t hear another voice!” 
“Honey! Are you in there?” 
You both pause, wide-eyed and frozen in time as you hear the voices of the nice couple that live next door to you. Your fight or flight mode kicks in, stress hormones on high alert as you register the idea of them seeing a random man in your apartment. 
Let alone you on top of him like this.
They’ll assume the worst and get too worried for their own good, sighing with immense anxiety. You rapidly scramble off the leather-wearing stranger and snatch up his wrist, quickly tugging him upwards and onto his feet. He balances himself and you quickly shove him onto your tousled sheets and disorderly feathers. 
“Look, just-stay here.” You hiss in a whisper, gesturing to him to stay put like a pet dog as you rapidly kick some stray feathers that escaped into the hallway inside your bedroom. You fix your outfit with a few strokes and begin shutting the door to hide the man, until he suddenly calls you back with a whisper-yell. 
“Wait, woman!” 
You poke your head back in with an incredulous ‘what the fuck?’, and the man rises as he steps speedily towards you. His hands jut out for what you believe to be in effort to harm you, but instead find your hair and smooth down some of your wild locks, even picking out a fuzzy piece of feather that stuck to your bangs. 
“Oh..” You quietly exclaim, running your hands through your hair for a quick fix.
“Dear, where are you? We’re getting very worried!” You hear Mr. Tran yell more urgently this time, and your hands smack against the strangers to unhand you, pushing him back within the four walls of your bedroom and shutting the door on his handsome face. 
You compose yourself once you’ve done so and reach your foyer, swinging open your front door. 
“Oh dear, Y/N, we were so worried, honey. Are you alright?” Mrs. Tran holds her hand to her chest as she takes a deep breath, Mr. Tran soon joining. 
“Is anything going on, sweetheart? We heard so much yelling.” 
“I’m okay, Mr. and Mrs. Tran. You don’t need to worry about me at all.” 
“Are you sure you’re okay, dear? There was an awful lot of screaming.” Mrs. Tran’s eyes flit around your apartment discreetly. 
“I was just on video call with my friends and they decided to play a scary prank on me.” You bellow out a fake laugh and watch them lighten up, buying the lie. 
“Oh gosh, we thought we heard another man’s voice and got so scared! We’re so glad you’re alright, dear.” Mr. Tran laughs with you, and you kindly reply. 
“Oh not at all! Thank you for checking on me, Mr. and Mrs. Tran.” You smile big and wide to appear okay, momentarily snapping your vision towards your bedroom with a gulp. They end up bidding their farewells and you watch them entirely enter their apartment, sighing with relief once their door closes. 
You shut yours, and practically stomp over to your bedroom as you hurl the door back open. The man on the other side practically leaps when you do, staring wide-eyed with raised eyebrows at your angry expression. 
“You have a lot of explaining to do.” The man watches steam figuratively blown out of your ears, and a little noise escapes the back of his throat that almost sounds like a laugh. 
“Did you just laugh at me?” 
“N-no.” He brushes off sauvely. 
You roll your eyes and snatch his wrist again, dragging him over to your living room and abruptly halting just before your couches. You shove him towards them and he snaps a testy look at you, taking his seat. 
You decide to stand and look down at him as he crosses a leg and lays his arm against the backrest, sitting as if he owned the place. You fold your arms and tap your foot in anticipation, eyes pissed and steely. “Well?” 
“Well, what?” 
“Do you not owe me an explanation?” You quirk an audacious brow, attempting to fathom what just transpired in the last 5 minutes.
“Explanation.. of what exactly?” He tilts his head and watches you with fascination, and it was now you realized his eyes weren’t glowing red anymore, they’re the colour of chocolate brown. But that doesn’t mean what you saw was a hallucination or a mind-trick either, you remember exactly what you witnessed with your naked eyes. 
The man seems to feel a crook in his neck. Your once occupied attention now snaps to the way he stretches it out, listening to the cracks of his bones that sound practically inhuman. 
“Why the hell did I see fire coming out of your hands? And your red eyes? Who the fuck are you?!” 
The stranger has an ah-hah moment, and understands you with a small nod. He goes from a non-committing look of disinterest to a mirthy smirk on his face, one that almost seemed devilish. He lets out a proud sigh as he hoists himself up, standing tall before you as he suavely tugs at the lapels of his leather jacket. 
“Well, I’ll cut to the chase,” The man quirks his eyebrows and plays with his lips in this undeniably sexy way you can’t help but find hot, blinking away the thought before it consumes you. 
“I’m Lucifer, the king of hell, baby.” 
You blink; once, twice, then three times. You stare at him dumbfounded, as if that would help you understand what he just so casually uttered. You finally let out a noise akin to a scoff. “I’m sorry, what?” 
“I’m Lucifer. You know, fallen archangel? Satan? The Devil?” 
You blink. “Do you think this is a joke?” 
The so-called Lucifer furrows his brows. “Huh?” 
“I nursed you after finding you unconscious on the street, and now you want to joke with me?” 
“But I’m not joking..?” The man seems acutely confused, even tilting his head in this innocent way that completely contrasted his scorching hot looks. He even peers so vividly into your eyes, it's as though he could read every corner of your soul. He towers over you, you also realized. His height is so significantly taller than yours that he has to crane his neck to look down at you. And all of sudden, the way your eyes shift up to meet his gaze feels oddly searing, almost like you feel something hot ignite within you when your lines of sight lock.
“There’s no way in hell you’re Lucifer, buddy. Tell me who you really are and maybe we can talk.” 
“But that is who I am,” Jungkook emphasizes, watching him step closer to you. He suddenly leans down to be eye-level with you, staring directly into your pupils smugly before cracking an evil grin. “Let me show you.” 
Your lips fall into a quizzical pout as you watch him perplexedly before you, and witness the man’s eyes suddenly morph from a warm coffee brown into a dull, flaming colour of dark scarlet. You flinch, watching the image of almost a smoldering fire in his eyes, and the coy way he tongues his cheek gives you the impression he’s a man dripping in sin. 
He blinks and rids himself of the flames, straightening up. “Believe me now, angel?” 
You couldn’t fathom this information, nor the pet name he just used on you. Did you in fact find Lucifer, the devil himself unconscious in the street and brought him into your home? Even nursed him and let him crash in your living room? Not that you regretted it at the time, you do remember admiring his absolutely gorgeous face and couldn’t help but openly gawk at him. 
Of course Lucifer had to be scorching hot with a face that could be sat on.
So-called Lucifer suddenly cracks a grin and chuckles, narrowed eyes snapping to him. “Why’d you just laugh?” 
“Nothing,” The man shrugs, amused eyes scanning you over. “You’re kinda cute.” 
You scowl at him sternly and roll your eyes, clearing your throat as you address him. “Well, Mr. Lucifer-” 
“Jungkook,” he gestures with a hand before folding his arms. “Just call me Jungkook.” 
“J-Jungkook.. what in God’s name are you-or not God. What in hell’s.. the devil’s name?” You become confused trying to form the question, pensive finger to your lips. 
“What am I doing here on Earth, is what you’re asking?” 
You nod with big, curious eyes, though still hold an adorable amount of annoyance within them Jungkook couldn’t help but notice. Said man flashes an evident look towards your lips before he continues. “To be honest, miss. I have no clue.” 
You purse your confused petals as you figure  that’s not exactly much to go on. You wonder what a celestial being of such high caliber could possibly be doing on Earth, let alone appearing to you like some rockstar that missed out on his opening act for Elvis Presely. 
“You didn’t tell me a name.” 
Your eyes flicker to his. “Huh?” 
“Your name.. I don’t know it.” He flatly remarks as his hands slip into his pockets, still eyeing you, almost examining you with that intense stare that seemed to burn you alive. 
“O-oh, right. My name..” You nervously laugh, arms crossed over your chest. “Y/N.. Y/N Y/L/N.” 
Jungkook jerks his brows in amusement, doing that thing where he tongues his cheek, and now you suddenly wonder why he plays around with his tongue so much. “That’s a nice name.” 
“Thanks,” you rigidly respond, not exactly knowing what to do. You’re all but traversing the many thoughts swarming your head; is this even real? Is this a dream? Is this some sort of colossal, sick joke someone’s playing on you? 
But you’re interrupted by the sound of a sudden gurgle, knowing you’ve already eaten dinner, and discerning it’s coming from your otherworldly companion. 
“Umm, are you hungry?” 
“Shit, is that what this is? Hunger?” Jungkook pulls a disgusted expression and pretends to throw up, lamenting horribly. “Fuck, I really am human.” 
You roll your eyes as he puts on a show of fake-sobbing, his pretentiousness eliciting a scoff from you. “Look, do you wanna eat something or starve?” 
Jungkook lightly pouts his lips as his shoulders slump and hands falter, eyes suddenly much more innocent. “Eat, I think? It’s not good for a human to not eat food, right?” 
You realize with such a question how little knowledge Jungkook possesses on humans, and with a hard sigh, you nod as you lead him towards your kitchen. 
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You watch Jungkook literally devour all the leftovers you housed in your fridge; fried chicken, some old Chinese, even the pasta and ravioli you’d left earlier today all down his stomach. You feel full just watching him when you lean your elbows over the counter, seriously inquiring about him. 
“So, wait, repeat that again?” 
Jungkook scarfs down a slice of pizza in practically a whole second, speaking messily through a full mouth. You try not to grimace. 
“Basically, I was cast out of hell and now…” Jungkook swallows as he reaches for a tall glass of water. “I have to find my way back in.” 
You blink multiple times to compute the information. “So for some reason you were kicked out of hell, and now you need to find your way back? Why the hell were you kicked out in the first place?” 
“I have no clue,” Jungkook takes another swig of water to wash down the dense content of his food. “All I know is that I need a way back in.” 
“Do you at least know how? Or what you need to do?” 
You watch him slam down your glass after finishing off, and now, you find every plate you presented to him nearly wiped clean. “I have no clue about that, either.” 
You deadpan. “What the fuck?” 
“Look, human. All I know is that I can find the answers I’m looking for. I just don’t know where to start.” You sigh, cradling your cheek in your palm as you watch him pat a napkin to his lips, and all of a sudden it draws attention to the soft petals. 
Why are his lips so damn kissable?
Jungkook’s eyes suddenly flicker up to yours and you snap out of your trance, swallowing. “W-what? Have you never been on Earth before?” You internally facepalm yourself for your idiotic stutter. 
“Nope, not at all.” 
You narrow your eyes. “Then how do you even know how to act like a human?” 
Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to deadpan, an elbow coming up to rest on the table as his other hand cups over his thigh, leaning in. “Are you forgetting who I am, angel?” He smugly asks. “I’m the devil, watching humans is part of my job.” 
You shoot him a testy look for the pet name again, but become curious of his job all of a sudden. “What do you even do as Lucifer? Sit on a throne and hear the screams of poor souls perishing in hell’s fire?” 
Jungkook genuinely laughs at your words, and you become even more annoyed. “What?!” 
“You’re quite right,” Jungkook sends you a proud nod, though he suddenly leans in closer, and he’s now bridged the gap between you and himself over your kitchen counter. He’s close, close enough you catch a whiff of this crisp, warm, though attractive scent off him. It was practically beckoning you closer with each breath in. The heat that radiates off him is almost scalding alone, swallowing as his proximity calls this certain side of you to jump out. 
Or more so, jump him. 
Jungkook smirks again, wetting his lips. “But I’m also the king and master of sin. I draw people’s deepest, darkest secrets out of them. All the bad in them.” 
He deliberately eyes you, almost too hard. It's as though he’s searching every crevice of your mind and can suddenly see all the hidden, disguised aspects of yourself. Now the air’s suffocating, those searing eyes you swear turn scarlet at one point so immensely bewitching you, it’s hard to look away. 
You can feel this almost magnetic pull towards him, eyes darting down to those cute lips of his again. But you immediately brush it off, knowing men like, well, devilish men like him love using their charms to entrance whomever they deem weak enough to fall into the trap. 
You scoff, looking away. “I’ve gotta take a shower.” 
You abruptly rise from your seat. You swipe your phone with you as you watch him settle into his chair, arms folded and now appearing very bored. You sigh as you glare at him, wondering how you’re meant to keep Lucifer of all people entertained. 
A question pops into your head, having mulled over it since you’d nursed him on your couch. “Hey, demon.” 
His gaze flickers to you, chewing on his lip. 
“Do you have a place to stay?” 
You watch as Jungkook actually becomes uncharacteristically shy, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “Not exactly, no.” The column of his throat bobs as he gulps. “Why? Are you trying to kick me out?” 
You laugh, covering your smile when you do. “No, I’m not like whatever higher power that casted you out of hell.” 
Jungkook’s smile returns then, less snarky but now actually more.. charming? “Funny and cute. I like you, human.” 
You narrow your eyes with a curt reminder. “Human’s not my name, demon.” 
“And demon’s not mine, either.” You contort your lips into an annoyed pout and stare him down. He returns the challenging look, though lightens up for his next question. “So.. can I stay here?” 
You don’t take much time to consider your answer, knowing your empathetically-cursed character could never deny the homeless man shelter. “I guess so. I don’t think it’s smart to let you roam the human world with your little knowledge of it.” Jungkook moves to deny you the insult of his pea-sized brain, but you calm him down. “I don’t mean it offensively. I mean it for your safety, Jungkook.” 
He settles down, understanding. “Yeah, I get you.” 
Jungkook seems to then regard you with a much more amicable look, his eyes conveying unusual, though present gratefulness. Suddenly you become interested in exactly how human Jungkook really is, seeing as he appears as human as it gets, but exactly how Lucifer is he still? 
“If I may ask.. are you really.. human on earth? As in.. do you have a different form in hell?” 
Jungkook finds the question endearing, laughing a little. “Not really. I appear like this in hell too, all the way down to my outfit.” He gestures towards his attire. “Though in hell I have wings. My eyes permanently glow red and I usually have flames surrounding me.. mainly my wings.” 
You’re stunned, now contemplating the image of Jungkook with these wide, gorgeous wings. You’re left completely speechless, envisioning the flames that probably burst out of them like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. 
“They must be beautiful.” You don’t even realize you let your thoughts slip aloud, regaining focus when you see Jungkook smirk through a laugh. 
“I-I mean.. are you sure you’re human? I mean your skin and all.. do you even need to sleep?” 
Jungkook tilts his head side-to-side for an unsure answer. “Eh, it’s different now that I’m on Earth. In hell, I’m at full power and never need to sleep, eat. Shit, I don’t even feel pain. My flames act as a sort of protective shield, I never incur injuries.” Jungkook elucidates casually.
 “But it seems the rules are different for me on Earth. I get hungry and thirsty. And this,” he gestures towards the small bandage you placed over his cheek wound. “Means I don’t automatically heal, and the exhaustion in my body means I also require sleep.” Jungkook simultaneously yawns as he informs you, covering his mouth. 
“And your skin..? Is your body entirely human?” 
Jungkook cracks a chuckle and his devilish eyes land on you, staring into your soul yet again. He props off his chair without warning and suddenly steps towards you, towering over your smaller frame again. His eyes remain locked with yours as he removes the lapels of his jacket, peeling back the item as he tongues his cheek. The action calls attention towards the sharp edge of his jawline, noticing how attractive it makes his thick neck appear. 
Fuck, if only you could mark a neck that pretty. 
The sound of his sudden snort reels you back into reality, watching him strip his jacket off.
“Jungkook-” You panic to cover him, but he continues, tossing the jacket onto the couch behind you as he then employs his fingers towards his nearly sheer, black-patterened dress shirt. You grow nervous as you watch him dislodge each button, wanting to avert your eyes and do so, but something about him beckons your sight back. Eventually he casts his shirt open, and your eyes nearly fall out of your sockets. 
Jungkook is ripped, as in he has the sexiest body you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life. The Statue of David must be jealous, hell, Aphrodite herself would probably choose Jungkook over ugly ol’ Adonis; that is how gorgeous he is. 
“Touch me and see for yourself.” 
You gulp, wide eyes flashing towards him. “Huh?” 
His lips curve into a smug grin, emphasizing his already drop-dead gorgeous face. “If you want to know whether I'm human or not, touch my body.” 
You suck in a breath, suddenly his open shirt exposing his sculpted torso is making your brain go haywire. The deep timbre of his voice saying such words already have you in shambles, wondering when he became so goddamn irresistible?
You can see each divot and protrusion of his muscular body, his abs prominent and his chest downright sinful. Though it’s his tiny, almost delicate waist that has you swooning, practically drooling over the hour-glass figure of his stunning, practically ethereal body. 
You snap a look at Jungkook, and his eyes await you as he watches with pure mirth. You hmph, acting as though this isn’t a big deal when you step closer and slowly, but surely press your palm to his chest. You lose air the second you feel the rock hard muscle.
Fuck, can I squish my face between his pecs? 
You shake your head and hear Jungkook let out the tiniest of laughs, shooting him a grumpy look. You then carefully traverse his skin, being able to feel the beating of his heart, the flesh and blood that make up his body. He feels warm.. almost too warm and it’s as though he’s.. calling you. Your body feels that magnetic pull again, wanting to either devour him whole or litter his body with your sinful kisses. 
It rushes through your veins and floods your lungs, filling your bloodstream with this instinct to simply jump him, touch him, bring this ravenous, dark side of you out into the world. Your breathing increases speed; suddenly he’s all you see and you can feel your body needing him just like you need air, like you wouldn’t survive without him until.. you pull yourself out of the trance. 
You physically rip your hand away and breathe erratically, as though you weren’t yourself just now. Your perplexed eyes blink multiple times to allow the rush to subside, and swallow harshly as you look away from him. 
“What.. what is that?” 
“What’s what?” 
“That-that thing. That fucking attraction to you or whatever..” 
He displays a lop-sided grin on his face as he quirks his brow amusingly, scoffing. “I’m Lucifer, angel. I breed sin wherever I go.” 
“What-what do you mean?” You peer at him with annoyance but also.. intrigue? This was oddly interesting to you, never have you felt the effects of something so utterly hypnotizing, attractive, alluring.  
Never have you felt your heart hammer and mind race like that. 
Jungkook makes it a statement to subtract the space between you two, your bubble invaded by his bare body as he carefully circles a palm around your arm, searing eyes boring into yours. “It means whatever sin you think of; lust, greed, gluttony, envy. They’re all heightened when you’re close to me, and worse if anyone’s lucky enough to touch me.” 
Your vision locks with his, finding the explanation to that scalding heat of his body. 
He’s goddamn Lucifer. 
“But.. I touched you.” 
He breathes a laugh through his nose. “And I don’t let just anyone touch me, angel.” 
You narrow your eyes at him, tugging your arm out of his hold. “Why do you call me angel?” 
Jungkook lightly gestures towards your chest area, and before you can grow offended over his line of thinking, you flicker downwards to find that your pajama t-shirt for tonight has the word ‘angel’ written across it, then adorned with wings and a halo around the text. 
You scoff, returning to him. “Really?” 
“That, and you seem to radiate the energy of an angel.” 
“And how exactly do I seem to do that, demon?” 
Jungkook’s fingertips find themselves preoccupied with feeling a piece of your hair, letting himself watch the action with a faint smile. You would smack his hand away, but his softer eyes look towards you, and you swallow nervously when you feel that heated attraction to him once again. 
His open shirt is already difficult to ignore, and you can’t seem to want to shove him away.
“Angels are pure, and true. They’re virtuous and serve the good of the universe.” You feel his hot breath tickle your skin as he decreases the gap between you two. His eyes remain locked with yours as he releases your hair. “But one thing to be known about angels,” He leans in closer, and pierces your soul with his searing heat. 
“They’re not as innocent as they seem.” 
He does it again, peering as if he knows something about you, deliberately searches your eyes as if he can sift through your mind, and you need to simply break away from him. His lips are too close and fuck, do you already find his lips so goddamn kissable. Not to mention this now supernatural pull you have towards him heightening your darkest desires. 
“I’m gonna take a shower, busy yourself in the main area.” You mutter almost incoherently. 
And all you hear is Jungkook’s muffled laugh as you scurry away. 
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The sounds of the TV running quirks your brows, ruffling a towel against your damp hair as you enter the living room. 
You find the odd sight of Jungkook holding a remote in his hand, lounging on your couch as he watches an episode of Friends. A laugh escapes you, not having ever imagined Lucifer doing something as mundane as watching TV. 
His eyes shift towards you at the sound of your chuckle, Jungkook sitting up much straighter. 
“Welcome back, human.” 
“It’s my house, demon.” 
Jungkook kisses his teeth as you approach him, your towel hanging around your shoulders. His eyes remain on your face for a while, though they travel down your body with a little scan. You realize it’s your short-cladded legs he’s observing, then returns his sight to you. 
“What are you wearing?” 
“Pajamas?” You answer him with a chide. 
He purses his lips in this certain manner of understanding, leaning his arm against the back of the couch, legs manspreading almost indefinitely. This is when you earn the opportunity to really view Jungkook’s legs, and fuck, are you goddamn mesmerized. His strong, thick thighs are hugged snuggly by those leather pants, and they do him a damn service by emphasizing their muscular, sexy build. His legs are also long, you notice, perfectly presenting his lap to you and it takes every ounce of your being to not so obviously look at his bulging crotch; naturally bulging crotch may you add. 
I swear if he’s packing too, this’ll just be unfair. 
Jungkook cracks a scoff all of a sudden and you narrow your vision, scrutinizing him. 
“I asked you a question?” He suddenly says.  
“Huh?” You blink; he must’ve queried you when you spaced out. “What did you ask?” 
“I asked if that’s how humans usually dress for the night.” Jungkook repeats himself. 
“Well, yeah. You wanna be comfortable when you’re sleeping, less clothing is usually the answer.” You reply honestly, arms crossed over your chest that adorns no bra. “You’re a guest in my home, and this is how I dress.” 
“You consider me a guest?” Jungkook inquires with a slight smile. 
“Well, yes. To be fair, I’m the one who brought you to my home, you didn’t infiltrate it or anything.” You offer him a shrug. 
You watch Jungkook genuinely grin at that, amused eyes flitting to you. “You’re nice, human.” 
“Thanks.” You’re not sure how much a compliment from Lucifer matters, but you take it anyway. 
“Oh shit, you don’t have anything to wear tonight, do you?” 
Jungkook’s round eyes wander off in thought, and it’s now that you notice his eyes are actually quite.. cute. “I don’t think so. I assume sleeping in an outfit like this wouldn’t be comfortable, as you say.” 
“Yeah, just hold on. I’ll come back with something.” 
You return to Jungkook with a set of comfortable clothes in hand, presenting them to him. “Here, I think these should fit.” 
Jungkook quirks a brow as he peers at the clothes with incredulousness, then you. “You’re going to make me wear that?” 
You roll your eyes as you regard the Hello Kitty shirt and grey sweatpants in your hands. “This is my biggest oversized shirt, okay?” You attempt to defend yourself. 
Jungkook appears as though his ego is hurt, a baffled hand to his heart. “You expect Lucifer, the king of hell, to wear something like this?” 
“It’s either this or no clothes, buddy.” You try to reason with him. 
Jungkook smirks then, standing to his feet before you with an amused and suggestive attitude. “I mean, I don’t mind not wearing clothes. But I think the only person that’s gonna have a problem with that is you, angel.” 
God, his eyes just scream the fiery pits of hell and mischievous mirth, who fucking knew Lucifer could be so obnoxious? His sense of confidence is suffocating and he seems as egotistical as the high school captain of a football team. 
You shove the clothes into his, dare you say, rock hard abs and huff with a scowl. “Just take the fucking clothes and change, demon.” 
Jungkook scoffs with barely-there acquiescence, inspecting the clothing items as he picks out the sweatpants. “These sweatpants don’t look like they belong to a woman.” 
“They’re not mine.” You absent-mindedly grumble as you make your way towards your kitchen, deciding on tidying up the many plates Jungkook left scoured from his feast. 
“Whose are they?” 
“Ex’s.” You reply flatly, compiling the plates together and nabbing the utensils he used. 
Jungkook nods in understanding, though now seems a bit out of place holding the pants. He reveals what could’ve been... sympathy? Pity? You don’t know. 
“Why are they in your apartment?” 
“He left them here after I kicked him out.” Jungkook notices the way you seem too casual while washing the plates, querying again. 
“Why did you kick him out..?” 
You set down the plates harshly in the sink then, producing a loud clattering noise. “Could you just fucking change?”
You didn’t mean to say it so sternly and with a cold-cut tone, but you settle once you see the taken aback expression on Jungkook’s face. You bite your lip as the water runs over your now cold hands, sighing as you return to your dishes. “I’m sorry. Just-get changed, please? That outfit must be bothering you.” 
Offering your words a little sweeter this way seems to dissemble the look of surprise on Jungkook, nodding as he visibly zips his mouth shut. Jungkook then begins to unbutton his pants right before you, undoing and just about tugging them down until you rapidly hold up your soapy hands to halt him. 
“Wait-wait! Not here!” 
“Don’t get changed in front of me, change in my room or something!” You attempt to mask your line of sight. No way would you goddam let yourself see whatever beast Lucifer is hiding in his leather pants. 
“And why would I need to do that? Haven’t you seen a man naked?” 
You roll your eyes at his snarky remark, knowing there’s got to be another smug grin on his rideable face right now. “I have but I haven’t seen you naked. Just change in my room please.” 
Jungkook lets out a grievous huff as he fixes his pants back on. “Fine, I’ll be back.” 
He snatches up his clothes and finds his way to your bedroom, shutting himself inside after flashing you a purposefully saccharine grin. You exhale once he’s disappeared, now running through the millions of thoughts that plague your mind. 
Is this really what your life’s now come to? Housing Lucifer in your home? You do digress on the matter that it’s not his fault. He’s been cast out of hell for a reason he doesn’t know, and it’s not like he was provided an elaborate guide on how to get himself back in either. 
You assume it must do with learning a valuable lesson or performing some sort of task, though it’s not like you know what the mighty powers above have in store for an already ethereal being such as Lucifer. You weigh your options here, maybe you can simply let him live here as a roommate until he can find a way back, right? 
Considering he has no means of living in the real world; ID, wallet, phone, fuck, even a passport, he won’t be able to get around easily. So for now, you might as well let him slumber with you until he deals with whatever introspective prospect of himself he needs to clean up. 
Your bedroom door clicks open as you find Jungkook emerging in your ex’s sweatpants that actually fit him quite well, and a stifled giggle escapes you once regarding him in your blush pink Hello Kitty t-shirt. 
“Well, you look just about ready for your hellish throne, don’t you?” 
“Fuck you.” He harmlessly exasperates, dragging his feet towards you with slumped shoulders. “You couldn’t have found me a shirt that maybe had anything to do with hell? Like that one sitting on your chair by your desk?” 
You scoff, scrunching up your facial features in disbelief. “No way would I give you my Thrasher t-shirt.” You glower. “It’s my favourite t-shirt.” 
“And I’m about to become your favourite person soon, hand it over.” Jungkook holds out his palm and requests the shirt with an arrogant curl of his fingers, sending him a deadpan expression and shoving his hand aside. 
“Maybe if you help me clean up my apartment and the dishes I’ll consider the offer, demon.” 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, kissing his teeth yet again. “You made a mess of objects in your apartment by throwing them at me, and now I have to clean them up, human?” 
“Who’s the ‘human’ that’s keeping your identity as Lucifer a secret and is letting you live here for free?” Jungkook pulls his lips back guiltily at that, pursing them with an affirmative nod before reluctantly getting on with his task. You quietly huff as you watch him compliantly clean up the mess, glad that he can at least follow instructions. 
It boggles you actually. Did you just instruct Lucifer, the obnoxious ruler of the Underworld to do something, and he listened? Do you now have one of the most powerful beings in the universe wrapped around your finger for offering your home? The thought paints a smirk onto your face. You did not begin this Monday at all thinking you’d be in the good graces of the devil himself. 
Too preoccupied with your thoughts, suddenly a searing heat beside you startles you. You peer up to find Jungkook slotted right next to you and picking up the dishes you’ve sudded up, silently rinsing them with this pout on his lips that seemed like a natural habit.
You quirk an inquisitive brow though, hands having stopped moving. “What are you doing?” 
“I’m helping you?” He replies obviously. 
You absorb the kind gesture and loosen up a little. “That’s.. kind of you.”  
“What? Didn’t think Lucifer could be kind?” He’s teasing you now, his eyebrows jerking in an amusing way that shows you he just loves the game. You roll your eyes, nudging his elbow as you bite back a smile. 
“Get to work, demon.” 
Jungkook suppresses a grin. He rather contorts his lips in acquiesce as he continues to wash diligently, humming a tune very similar to The Beatles’ “Devil in Her Heart”. 
And you quietly chuckle. 
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“There,” you gesture with an accomplished grin, hands perching onto your hips. You and Jungkook both look on at a makeshift bed you had crafted for him in your room, eyes peering at him for approval. 
He observes it with a critical lens, pensive pointer finger and thumb stroking his chin. “Is this meant to be where I sleep?” 
“Of course, where else would you sleep?” 
Jungkook’s eyes flicker towards your queen-sized bed and very obviously gestures towards it. “Maybe on the entire bed in your room? Did you think I don’t know that humans sleep in beds?” 
You exhale with irritation, palm smacking your forehead. “You can’t just sleep in my bed, genius. I barely know you!” 
“And what’s so bad about a man and a woman sleeping in the same bed?” Jungkook questions argumentatively. 
You send him a glare. “Like I said, I don’t know you and your intentions, and sleeping is when humans are in their most vulnerable state.” 
Jungkook contorts his lips with dislike. “I’m not going to unsolicitedly touch you or anything, if that’s your concern. All you are is a measly human to me, I have no attraction to you.” He holds up a hand in protest. 
“Excuse me?” You gasp. “Are you saying I’m unattractive?” 
“So now you want me to think you're attractive and want to unsolicitedly touch you?” 
You halt once you see the flaw in your argument, brewing in resentment as you watch him grin proudly. “That’s what I thought, human.” 
“Fine, you know what? Either you sleep on this lovely bed I made for you on the floor, or you sleep on my couch.” 
Jungkook sticks his tongue out and blows a wet raspberry, arms folded over his hard chest. “Fuck your couch, it put this damn crook in my neck.” 
You clasp your hands together and emphasize the most pathetically sympathetic pout in the universe. “Awh, did little Luci get an ouchy?” 
“Are you asking me to burn your couch? Because I’ll do so without hesitation, angel.” 
“Ugh!” You suddenly burst out into figurative flames, standing square before Jungkook to address him seriously. “Alright, demon. Since you seem to be the epitome of a picky child, you can sleep in my bed with me.” 
Jungkook’s face purposefully lights up like an elated child, gasping comically loudly just to get on your nerves, but you halt him with a finger. “But, we’re putting a barrier of pillows between us.” 
Jungkok scoffs with folded arms, hating that the action called attention to his bulky, bulging biceps in a funnily contrasting women’s shirt. “Not like I wanted to cuddle with you and catch your human disease, anyway.” 
You exclaim disapprovingly at the way he spits the term, hands perched on your hips with a speedy retort. “Well fuck you and your smoldering heat, demon. When I asked for a new furnace I didn’t mean you.”
Jungkook childishly mocks your expression, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, if you need a furnace then clearly it gets cold at night, and then we’ll see who’s cuddling up to who for heat.” 
You watch him practically throw open your covers and shuffle inside, hmphing as you step off in search of your light switch and shut it off. “Whatever.” You weakly grumble back. 
You settle into your covers as you harshly shove a bunch of pillows between you and Jungkook, not even daring to spare the infuriating man a look, turning completely away from his figure. You huddle into your side like a fetus once the night really kicks in, cursing your goddamn furnace for supplying such sparse heat while your window leaks chilly air through the old cracks. 
You shiver all while Jungkook seems to completely knock out in peace, most likely from his first oh so tiresome day being human. You’re welcomed by his light snoring for hours as you roll your eyes in contempt. 
Wanting to pin it on him for so irritatingly interrupting your much-needed sleep, you become annoyed not just with Jungkook’s snoring, but that he was right. 
You really wanted to cuddle up to him for some goddamn warmth that night. 
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You bop around to the Beatles’ 1963 track Jungkook was humming last night, pushing around some strips of bacon in your pan, messy hair tied and in your lounge wear. You’d cracked a few more eggs and cooked more bacon for your annoyingly hellish acquaintance. 
The chilly night really didn’t serve you well as you froze in your spot, only shuffling towards Jungkook after peeking at his slobbering, snoring state of sleep. You were thankful he still radiated such an abundant amount of heat, that finding relief in the small waves you could feel even over the pillow barrier wasn’t too difficult. 
Your pride kept you from removing even a single cushion. 
You produce playful noises from your lips as you busy yourself, setting up some breakfast considering your house does not only have a population of one anymore, but two, and it still continues to shift the axis of your world. 
Was last night really your reality? Are you sure that wasn’t just a wild figment of your imagination? It had to be, even if you believe in the supernatural, there was no way such a superior celestial being could so casually be a guest in your home. 
You’re reminded of that certain special guest when you suddenly hear a loud thud in your bedroom, concerned eyes perking towards your ajar door. 
“Demon?” You call. 
You gain no answer, wondering if you truly did just imagine all the events from last night. 
“Jungkook-!” Said man tumbles out of your room then, groggy as all hell as he lazily rubs his eyes and appears to you as death himself, though still delectably hot. 
Ugh, fuck him. 
“Y/N.. shit.” He addresses you, and suddenly the deep, gravelly tone of his morning voice makes your core inadvertently clench. “Y-yes?” 
“I crashed into your damn vanity in the bathroom.. why is everything of yours so tiny?” He complains first thing in the morning, now remembering just how frustrating the king of hell really is. 
“Maybe you’re just too big, demon.” He grunts his response, stalking over to you as he can’t seem to adjust to the morning light filtering into your apartment. 
You watch him approach you, gathering the necessary tableware for a quality morning breakfast. “How’d you sleep, demon?” 
Jungkook’s barely-open eyes scrutinize you as he seats himself on a stool by your counter, covering his mouth when he yawns. “Meh. I had this… this thing. I saw these pictures in my head when I was sleeping…” 
“A dream?” You assist him as you pour out a glass of milk. 
“Yeah, whatever the fuck it’s called. Anyway, I think.. I think I saw something that’ll help me get back to hell.” 
That pries your eyes open with intrigue, setting the glass of milk down for him on the counter. “Oh shit, already?” 
He nods, and you find it actually quite endearing how much his hair was tousled into this attractive bed-head, eyes puffy, lips pouting. “I saw this club.. I remember seeing it when I used to be in hell.” 
“A club?” 
“Mm,” he replies with a confirming hum as he reaches for the glass, lightly inspecting the drink as he continues. “It’s this exclusive club only for celestial beings. I heard about it sometimes among my demon subjects, but I was too busy being the mighty king of hell to give a crap.” He haughtily regards himself as he takes a moderate swig of the milk, licking his lips as he nods in approval of the beverage. 
“I like this, what is this?” 
“Milk,” you elaborate. “What about this club?” 
Jungkook takes another lazy sip as his eyes scan over the food you now plate on the counter. “Well, it’s obviously only meant for celestial beings. Demons and angels. I’m thinking if I can find even one of my demons, I could find out where the club is, and then figure out why I was kicked out of hell.” 
“Ohh,” you remark with understanding, setting aside the pan and spatula, while nabbing two forks from a drawer. “So you just have to visit this club then, correct?” 
“Correct,” Jungkook answers. “There’s just two things.” He begins as he takes the fork you hand him with ease, impressed by his adeptness for such human, mundane things. 
He must’ve watched humans for a brain-numbing amount of eons. 
“One, this one’s mainly angel territory.” 
You raise your brows in question, arms crossed and eagerly interested in the information. “There’s more than one?” 
“There are clubs scattered around Earth, it’s to allow celestial beings a place of refuge when they visit here.” Jungkook explains. “I remember seeing an American flag when I landed here, so I’m assuming I’m in America, and the only existing club here is in Chicago.” 
“Chicago?!” You exclaim with utter shock. “That’s across the entire country from here!” 
“Not the point, human.” He cuts you off with a finger. “Point is, that club will be crawling with angels, and as Lucifer they may not welcome me with open arms.” Jungkooks sets his fork down against your counter with a sigh, almost seeing his mind shift its locks and gears. 
“The only way I’ll be able to get in is if..” He pauses, serious eyes locking with yours. “Is if I bring a human with me.” 
You blink; rapidly, then slowly, then rapidly again somehow hoping it would change what you just heard. “Come again?” 
Jungkook sighs, his facial features already telling you he finds this difficult to discuss. “This club in Chicago is angel-dominant, meaning demons need to bring a human companion in order to get in. Like a truce, a sign we mean no harm.” Jungkook elaborates. “And even as Lucifer, I don’t think my charms and wit alone can get me through considering my less powerful, human form.” 
You scoff at him shamelessly tooting his own horn, wondering if he’ll ever tire of it. “Sounds like a real pickle, Luci. Wonder where you’ll find yourself a ‘measly’ human.” You snark with a snort, placing the milk back in your fridge and reaching for your mango juice. 
You swivel back around to a Jungkook who doesn’t smirk, nor grin nor tongue his cheek condescendingly, but simply leans his elbows over the counter and pressingly peers at you. As if communicating with his eyes alone… 
No, no way. No way in the fiery pits of Jungkook would you goddamn do this. 
“Jungkook, don’t you dare..” 
“Human.. it’s important.” You scoff through a humourless laugh, setting down your carton of mango juice and gesturing towards yourself in disbelief. 
“Me? You want the human to be me?” 
“Y/N…” Jungkook quite gently calls your name, a complete contrast to his arrogance and while the sound of your name on his tongue lights something within your chest, you can’t help but snort with utter derision. 
“No. I’m not fucking accompanying you all the way to Chicago just for some innocence show-and-tell.” You immediately deny him, contemplating just how crazy this is. How in the world could you just up and leave for some travelling with the devil all the way across the country? You couldn’t even take a goddamn flight considering dear-old Lucifer’s lack of passport ID. 
“Y/N.. look. I know it’s not ideal for you, but this is seriously important.” Jungkook emphasizes with a persuasive tone. “I need you…” 
Those last three words and the look of pure need in his eyes tug at the strings of your weak heart, groaning in complaint. “Jungkook, you can’t be serious. I-I have a life here! I have friends and a job and not to mention school starts back up for me in a month-” 
Jungkook suddenly rises from his seat and paces over to you, grasping a careful hold of your hands and the innate warmth he emits from his skin actually feels.. comforting. 
“Y/N, look. I get it. You have a life here on Earth, a place where you belong. But I have a life in hell, a place where I belong. Wouldn’t it be best to just accompany me and get me back to hell so I can get out of your hair?” 
“Jungkook…” You counter with an uncooperative tone, eyes communicating sympathy, but you can’t offer him the help he needs. “I can’t.” 
“This will benefit both of us, human.” Jungkook convincingly states. “I go back to hell faster, and I leave you alone faster. I know how much you don’t want me here.” 
You hesitate, eyesight faltering to your connected hands; his thumbs are actually soothing the back of your hands? When did he start doing that? 
“That’s not exactly true…” 
“Y/N, just come. I know it’s asking a lot but I really need this.” Jungkook pleads. 
“And what will you do for me in return if I come with you?” 
“Oh, Y/N, I’ll do anything. The faster I can get back to hell the faster I reclaim my full powers, and I’ll grant you anything you desire. I promise.” You’re uncertain of how strong a promise from the devil could be, deterring you from giving him an answer he wants to hear. 
With a sad sigh, you disconnect your hands from Jungkook’s. “I really can’t, Jungkook. It’s non-negotiable…” 
You watch as the usually confident, cocky man falls into an expression of glumness, silently retracting his hands. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly as he acquiesces, though seems silently upset. “Okay..” 
The gloomy pout to his cute lips does you in. “Look, Jungkook. I’m going out with friends tonight for drinks at this bar. Maybe you can tag along and you can easily find another human? I’m sure any girl would be willing to roadtrip with a super handsome guy like you across the country.” You attempt to present a peace-offering with a joke, hands shoved into your sweater paws as you hug your chest. 
“But those humans won’t be like you..” He groans with a huff, eyes evading you. 
“And what’s so different about me?” 
“You already know I’m Lucifer, that makes things 100x easier for me.” He argues. 
“Well, I found out and I ended up accepting you. Who’s to say you won’t find another human like that?” You plead your case, but Jungkook just scoffs in reply. 
“Please, do you not remember what happened when you saw that I was Lucifer?” You recall the fiasco of forks, flinging and feathers, sighing once you see his point. “Exactly. Besides, you saw me as Lucifer by accident, I can’t just be revealing my identity to anybody. It’s not allowed.” 
“But I know..?” You question genuinely, gesturing towards yourself. 
“Like I said, by accident. Though I’m assuming the Council won’t see it that way, and they’ll come for me anyway.” Jungkook more so mutters to himself as he frustratedly tongues his cheek and steps around, brewing with stress. 
“The what?” You question. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, as though now registering just how annoyingly human you are. “Think of them as angel police, yeah?” 
You mimic his tone purposefully and he impersonates you back, scoffing to end the interaction. “Look, if you already have these angel police people on your ass then what’s the harm in telling another human? They’ll be chasing you anyway.” 
Jungkook laughs dryly, looking away from you as he shakes his head. “I can’t just do that, that’s not how it works.” 
You sigh, watching the way his jaw flexes because he’s grinding down on his teeth too hard, a clear sign of his anger. You hate that it emphasizes the sharp edge of his jawline, and that it’s actually fucking hot. 
He suddenly breaks into the slightest laughter that holds some amusement, wondering what he’s laughing at. Nonetheless, you decide to defuse this situation and try to comfort him. You meant it when you said last night you wanted to be in Lucifer’s good graces, but also remain in them no matter how irritating he is. 
You approach him amicably and grasp his bare bicep, brushing his arm in support. “Look, Jungkook. Just come with me tonight and try, okay? Maybe your answer is just an arm’s length away.” 
Jungkook’s eyes find yours, and you watch them glimmer with something akin to understanding, surprisingly loosening up at your touch. Though his irises are soon blanketed with his signature mirth as he eyes you, feeling the heat of his body suddenly radiate off him like a heatwave. 
“You sure you want me to come tonight, angel? Your friends may think I’m your scorching hot boyfriend.” 
You produce an appalling noise of disapproval, removing your hand from him and shaking off his Luciferness. “Fuck you. I’m telling them you’re my roommate and that’s final.” 
“And where exactly did you find me as a roommate? On the street?” Jungkook laughs as you shoot him a crabby glare, not missing the way his amused eyes flit over your figure with almost… likeness? 
“I’m telling them you’re a co-worker. No way am I saying I just found you on a whim, they’ll think we’re-” 
“We’re sleeping together, right?” 
You grow aggravated by the sly way he’s folded his arms and does that stupidly attractive thing where he tongues his cheek, fed up with his suggestive fun. You quickly snatch your kitchen towel in your hands and roll it up into a punishing device, rapidly smacking at him. 
Jungkook exclaims playfully as he dodges your hit. “Wo-hoah, human. Didn’t I tell you angels are good and pure beings? They don’t hit people.” He laughs as you grunt in frustration and follow his retreating form for another whack, actually landing it against his arm. 
“Hey, bad angel!” Jungkook tuts you light-heartedly as he cleverly evades your angry attacks. You hate that even while he’s riling you up, you actually liked the image of his glowing, entertained smile, his cute teeth reminding you of a bunny. 
“Says the obnoxious Lucifer!” You holler loudly in complaint, chasing him while your once warm breakfast turns unfavourably cold. 
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“And this is Jungkook, my co-worker!” You cheer as you present Jungkook to your group of friends, earning wide smiles and gawking eyes from your female friends and equally surprised male friends. 
“Hey, everyone.” Jungkook waves with a confident smile, showcasing his adorable teeth for a lovable grin. 
Did he seriously have to be cute too?
You snap out of it once you see your friends all greeting him kindly, Jungkook only left to shyly smile and reply shortly to all the inquiries he gains. His lost eyes find yours and he reveals genuine fear in them, silently requesting you to come join him and let up the traffic of questions. 
A snort escapes you as you watch on, who knew Lucifer could actually be awkward? You swear he should’ve been a natural with people, though you contend he just doesn’t do well with so many questions at once. 
To be fair, he’s never been around other humans before either. 
You grant him mercy by sliding in beside him, shooting pleasant grins all around as you answer the dozens of questions your friends ask about your new gorgeous co-worker. 
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“Doesn’t he just look like one of those men that’ll eat you out until he can’t breathe?” 
“Oh for sure, looks like he’d stuff himself full and even when you tell him to breathe he just says no.” 
“Hell, he’d be that type that pulls your hips back down over his face when you try to let him breathe.” 
“Guys..!” You interject as your friends Madison, Naila and Kiara all giggle together. You’re all huddled together drinking by the bar as your friends become more interested in observing Jungkook in all his dripping sexiness. 
And to be honest, you don’t really blame them, he’s wearing that scorching hot leather outfit again. 
“Y/N, seriously. How could you not tell us someone that hot worked with you?” 
“This has got to be a crime, were you gate-keeping him?” Naila suddenly complains as you quell their grievances. 
“Guys, he just.. got transferred to my department recently. He’s new.” You find a quick enough and convincing lie. 
“How did you two end up even living together? There had to have been some sort of meet-cute.” The girls all gush together when Kiara asks, all eyes shifting towards you as they excitedly await an answer. 
“Well.. we just.. got on the topic of him needing a place and we hung out sometimes. So I offered my place.” 
You feel slightly cornered, but confidently answer with another white lie. “And he said okay.” 
They all squeal together like teen girls, honestly finding amusement in their reactions. “Ugh, you’re living the dream, Y/N.” Madison suddenly slings an arm around you and tugs you towards her, gesturing towards nothing that indicates her depiction of ‘the dream’. “You’re in a roommate situation with an absolutely scorching hot guy, you’ll totally end up either falling in love or banging him!” 
“What?” You squeak as you throw back a shot of tequila Naila handed you. “No way will that happen, he’s obnoxious as hell!” 
“Ugh, babes. Even if he’s obnoxious I bet that dick isn’t.” Kiara jokes and the girls all chuckle together, tipping back their shot glasses after filling some back up. You roll your eyes and smack her arm as she exclaims, trying to lighten you up. 
“Y/N, c’mon. You deserve to have some fun after that shitty fucking ex of yours. Live a little, ya know? Whether it’s love or dick, they’re both great remedies.” 
You scoff as your lips hover over a shot glass, eyes wandering the club as if you're occupied, but really, you know it’s in an effort to look for Jungkook. It’s funny you act like you don’t know where he is, when you know his exact location. 
Your eyes flicker across the bar, finding Jungkook having casually slipped into conversation with the boys tonight. He was laughing and happily tipping back shots himself, amused that he at least eased up and found some company with your male friends. 
Sights absorbed in suddenly eyeing him, it’s truly difficult to pry your gaze away. No way was this Jungkook’s impact of being Lucifer, you now knew you needed to be very close, or at least touching him in order to feel those effects. So why is it that you still feel this magnetic pull towards him? Can’t help but not only find him incredibly sexy in his usual outfit, but something so mysteriously alluring about him? 
Your body wanted him, you knew that much. Anyone with eyes and functioning reproductive organs would know that, but you couldn’t shake off the fact that it wasn’t just your body that wanted him.
He was just so intriguing, and you wanted to know more. 
Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes casually shift from your friend Hobi he’s speaking to, and locks with your gaze across the bar. You freeze, eyebrows raising as you hesitate to take your shot, caught in a stare with him you can’t break. 
Jungkook stares back, and he stares goddamn good. He tongues his cheek again irritatingly and you try to swallow down the way he makes your core light up. Jungkook then tilts his head a little downwards with a cracked smirk, before he peers up at you again with eyes so devilishly smoldering, you could feel a sweat break out at the nape of your neck. 
You gulp as Jungkook then tips his head to the side with a light furrow of his brows, as if questioning you what’s wrong, and you lightly nod to him nothing. He laughs a little, hating that he finds this somehow amusing. You’re in the middle of narrowing your eyes at him until Naila interrupts you, Jungkook cleverly looking away then. 
“See, they’re practically eye-fucking already!” You shoot them all an annoyed look as you grunt in complaint. 
“Are you sure you guys aren’t together?” Madison inquires. “It seems like he already likes you, babes.” 
You click your tongue in disapproval. “He just likes to tease me, guys. Drop it, would you?” 
“As long as you land on his face, then everything should be good.” The drunk girls giggle together, and you can’t help but snicker at the joke. You contemplate in your tipsy head there really is something about Jungkook’s smoking hot face that makes it seem so rideable. 
“I’ll be back, guys. Stay here.” You instruct the girls as you set your shot glass down. You weave through the throngs of people mingling and dancing in the bar, ignoring your girls’ hollers of encouragement as you bee-line towards Jungkook. 
You reach the occupied man and tug lightly at the end of his sleeve for his attention. “Jungkook!” You shout over the blaring speaker the guys are all near. 
Jungkook’s vision snaps to you as he simultaneously touches your wrist to acknowledge you. Your skin ignites at a simple touch of his, feeling a rush you’ve never experienced before. You blink it away before lightly tugging him aside, speaking to him. 
“What’s up, human!” The booming bass of synth-pop beats abuses your eardrums, requiring both you and Jungkook to yell at each other. 
“Why haven’t you talked to anyone yet!” 
“Huh!” He hollers in response.
You exclaim in complaint as you lean in a little towards his ear, shouting louder. “I brought you here to talk to someone and bring with you, why haven’t you been talking to anyone yet!” 
Jungkook draws back and signals to you he can’t hear, rolling your eyes and curling your palm around his wrist, dragging him through the crowd. You tug him into the secluded restroom area where it’s much quieter, the shut door closing out the music. 
“Ah, that’s much better.” Jungkook notes. 
“I was asking if you’ve talked to anyone about Chicago yet, Jungkook.” You repeat yourself from earlier, hand still holding onto his wrist. “That’s what I brought you here for, remember?” 
“Hey, I’ve been talking to people,” Jungkook defends himself, though his expression falters into one of hesitancy. “Kind of..?” 
You glower at him, “Jungkook, what do you mean by ‘kind of’?” 
Jungkook sighs, shoulders slumping as he surprisingly doesn’t even make you let go of him. You can feel that rush of his energy coursing through you, but you manage the invasive feeling as you focus on the conversation instead. 
“I’ve been trying to get it out of me but.. I just never end up asking.” You exclaim in annoyance as you scold him.
“Jungkook, why not?!” 
“Because it’s just weird, okay, Y/N?” Jungkook argues. “I’m meeting these people for the first time, I can’t just fucking ask them to hitchhike with me all the way across the damn country.” 
“But it was completely okay to ask me?” 
Jungkook kisses his teeth with a roll of his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you you’re different, human?” 
“Well, I’m not any different when you always call me a ‘human’ anyway, demon.” 
Jungkook becomes fed up with your pestering and scoffs. “Whatever. You’re the only human I can do this in front of and not have someone screaming their head off.” Jungkook emphasizes his point by conjuring up a hot flame from his palm. His suddenly glowing red eyes also appear, shooting you an ‘I-told-you-so’ look of challenge as you glare back at him. 
You’re seconds from retorting until you’re suddenly interrupted by the shrieking of a woman. You’re startled as your unsuspecting vision falls to a random stranger who had just ventured out of the bathroom and…
“Fire, fire!” 
You and Jungkook both look at the flame in his palm, then towards the woman in fear, finally locking anxious eyes with one another and panicking. Jungkook puts out the fire and you rapidly approach the woman to calm her down, hoping nobody can hear how goddamn loudly she’s screaming. 
“Shh, oh my God. It’s okay, it’s a prank. It’s a prank!” You repeatedly yell in order to shut the lady up, but she keeps yelling and trying to make a horrified break for her purse. She scrambles inside and you both watch her fish out a small bottle of something that’s engraved with almost-visible writing.
Holy Water. 
“A demon, it’s a demon!” She shrills so goddamn ear-splittingly, you and Jungkook leap into flight mode. He engulfs your arm in his and tugs you towards him urgently.
“Y/N, we have to go!” 
You curse repeatedly as Jungkook swings open the doors to the club and you shoot the woman apologizing glances, begging for her to put a damn sock in it. Jungkook takes the lead as he drags you out into the bar. He rapidly pulls you through people and ensures he keeps a tight hold of your arm, tugging you incredibly close to his own body as some sort of shield. 
Your friends end up seeing you both fleeing and shooting you looks of either ‘what the fuck’ or ‘get it on!’ as you practically hide your face in embarrassment. You and Jungkook hurtle out into the blissful night as he tugs you both down the way he knows you parked your car. You grunt in raging frustration once you realize that you parked it far with this place being downtown. 
“Ugh! You just had to fucking use your powers out in the open!” You complain aloud while you run with Jungkook, not caring now for the few late-night city stragglers hearing you. 
“Not my fault you keep nagging me about finding another human!” Jungkook argues as he continues pulling you down the road, the fear of authorities being called by the random woman scaring him. “Do you see now why you’re the only one who can come with me?!” 
You whine as you consider he’s correct, there’s no use in him searching for another human for ages when you exist right before his eyes. “Fine, fine! I’ll fucking go with you, asshole! Can we just stop fucking running?!” 
You become too tired to keep up with Jungkook, feet aching in your shoes once you realize how fast Jungkook was going, hands dropping to your knees as he releases you. 
“You… you run.. fucking fast.” You heave for air as you register the sweat on your forehead, having participated in too much exercise just now. 
“I’m a little faster as Lucifer, human.” Jungkook elaborates oh-so-obviously as you wave him off, squawking for air as though you were a fish out of water. 
“You okay?” Jungkook asks as he nears your bent over form with a hand, and you swallow harshly as you tell him to give you a minute. You’re focusing on resupplying your lungs oxygen until you suddenly feel arms cupping underneath your body, and are unexpectedly hoisted up in the air. 
You squeal as you find Jungkook’s lifted you off the ground bridal-style, freaking out at just how strong he is. “J-Jungkook, put me down! You can’t carry me all the way to the car?!” 
Jungkook swiftly ignores you as he begins jogging towards the direction of your car, and quite frankly does so almost too easily. “I’m fast and strong as Lucifer, human. I can handle you.” 
Jungkook quells your worries as your round eyes watch him flash a look down at you, and try to stifle the flutter of your heart when he shoots you a show-stopping smile. 
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It was the day of your trip, and having woken up at the ass crack of dawn to get on the roads early, you and Jungkook currently load your car with your luggage enough for two weeks of travelling. You groan as you rub an exhausted eye, yawning when you feel sleep still beckoning you to your warm bed. 
You stand frozen in your spot as you refuse to move the suitcase resting at your feet, rather staring at it with delirium instead. 
You feel a sudden nudge to your shoulder, finding Jungkook settling beside you. “Hey, sleepyhead, get moving.” He instructs in rather a light, encouraging tone, finding that very different from his usually pushy tone. 
Sight still filled with sleep, your eyes remain locked on Jungkook shooting you one last look before he’s hauling a duffle bag over his shoulder, and carries another heavy suitcase effortlessly, hating that it all made his biceps pop so goddamn sickeningly.
Did Lucifer really have to be ripped?  
You roll your eyes at how unfair this is; Jungkook having begged you last week to take him on a small shopping spree so he had enough trendy clothes to wear and didn’t have to keep sporting your Hello Kitty shirt. Not only that, but you had to spend even more bucks purchasing him necessary things to even live in the human world; his own toothbrush, cologne, hell, even boxers were on the list with Jungkook’s shameless ass promising he’ll shower you in gold once he’s ruling hell again. 
Jungkook suddenly waves his hand before your eyes, perking up as your eyes shift upwards to accommodate for his height. “Hello, human? I need you with me.” 
You blink rapidly. “Yeah, yeah. I’m here.” 
“You okay? I know you didn’t sleep well with everything you needed to arrange.” Jungkook’s palm curls around your arm, carefully inspecting your features. “How was your call with work?” 
“Not terrible. They were kinda pissed. I was asking for vacation time at the last minute but when I explained it was a family emergency, they weren’t so annoyed about it.” Jungkook approves of that as he rubs your arm supportively. 
“I promise we’ll be back in two weeks, and your life will go right back to normal, human.” Jungkook grants you another promise as he sends a small smile, earning a miniscule, tired grin from you. 
“Did you get the last of everything from inside my apartment?” You gesture towards your building. 
“Yeah, I got everything. Just your suitcase left.” You nod in understanding as you bend down to lug at your suitcase. You struggle as your palms fasten onto the bag but find the weight too much for your flimsy arms. You make a rather resilient effort to tug it towards the trunk of your car with all your might, until Jungkook’s hand suddenly replaces yours on the handle. 
His presence casts you aside as he shoots you a tight-lipped smile and lifts your luggage himself, tucking it into your trunk effortlessly and shutting the hood. You stand frozen at the sudden kind gesture, brows furrowed in confusion. 
Did he just do something nice for me? 
You decide not to snarkily comment on it, instead shutting your mouth and making towards your beat up Prius.
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Ironically, AC/DC blasts through your car’s speakers, snickering a little once you consider you genuinely are on the ‘Highway to Hell’. 
Your laugh catches Jungkook’s attention, who’s enthusiastically pretending to drum the exact beats of the rock song. With your peripheral, you find Jungkook completely enjoying himself before shooting a look at you, then back out on the road again. 
You and Jungkook were about 2 hours into driving now, having decided to blare the music in order to keep each other awake in the early morning. 
“You sure you don’t want me to drive, human?” Jungkook asks as he settles in his seat, getting comfy as your hands remain at ten and two. 
“Nah, it’s okay. If I don’t drive I’ll fall asleep.” 
“You kinda look like you need it.” You shoot him a glare as you move a hand to smack at his arm, to which Jungkook hisses and tuts. 
“Hey, focus on the road, will you?” 
You hear him laugh while you roll your eyes, returning your hand to the steering wheel. “Fuck you, do you even know how to drive, demon?” 
“Of course I do. It isn’t too difficult.” Jungkook shrugs as though you were both discussing apple-picking. 
“And how to hell do you know that?” 
Jungkook scoffs a dry laugh, taking a long, deep sigh. “Sweetheart, you have no clue how long I’ve been watching humans.” 
He reclines back in his seat as he shuts his eyes, tossing the heels of his shoes over your dashboard until you swat violently at his legs, sneering reprimandingly. “Hello? This is my car? Get your dirty feet off.” 
You shove his legs off and Jungkook awakes with a disagreeable scowl. “What the fuck? Can’t a guy goddamn rest?” 
“You’re Lucifer, Jungkook. Not a human, remember?” You purposefully chide with a saccharine tone, and you listen to him scoff. 
“Awh, he’e becoming more human everyday.” 
Jungkook mocks you before you find his arms tightly folding over his chest, huddling against the window as he genuinely attempts to get some shut-eye. You presume he’s not so used to needing sleep. 
“Do you even know if this is the right way, Jungkook?” You ask, ensuring with him every now and then if he wasn’t just simply leading you to your demise somewhere. Who knows, maybe the real way for him to get back into hell is by sacrificing a human life through a ritual or something. 
You shiver hoping that’s not true at all. 
“Yes, I know..” Jungkook grumbles with his closed eyes and an exhausted body, watching him peacefully come to rest. 
You decide to not bother him considering he did complete most of the work packing and loading all your luggage for the road trip this morning, needing to have woken up before you for the task. You shoot a glance at his resting state, his lips falling into that pout you’ve now noticed over the week, in fact, is a natural habit of his. 
He usually makes it when he falls asleep. 
With an acknowledging side-grin, you turn down the volume of the music, and focus on driving again. 
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“You just had to eat all the Fuzzy Peaches, didn’t you?” 
“No I didn’t, there were only three left once I even got the bag, it was you.” 
“And you couldn’t spare some for me? I’ve been driving for 4 hours!” 
That particularly stupid argument is what led both you and Jungkook to pull into this convenience store along the side of a quite bustling street. Car washes, lauder mats, even a brunch diner were all located in this small plaza ‘Ed’s Convenience’ was also in. Across the street from you was a supermarket, the rest of the area littered with stores whatever odd town in California housed. 
Currently, you were waiting for Jungkook to return to you from the convenience store. Despite now knowing him and his tendency to snack a lot, you allowed him to take your card after he promised that you would be given the choice of always deciding where you eat. 
You had to seriously discuss with Jungkook that money was going to be your biggest issue on this trip. Considering gas, eating out, staying at hotels, a lot of your own personal finances were going to be depleted just for this 2 week trip. Jungkook yet again, promised indefinitely that once he returned to hell he would be able to conjure up triple what you spent on him, along with a slew of fake-sobs that you reluctantly agreed to in order to shut him up. 
You roll your eyes remembering the interaction, having set a strict rule with him that your money will have to be managed and budgeted very well while on this trip. Sometimes you would both have to survive on convenience store food, sometimes it would be best to just camp out in the car together rather than always spending nights at crappy motels. 
The sound of gravel crunching catches your attention, soon finding Jungkook appearing before you. He was wearing black ripped jeans, combat boots, black shirt all tied together with his leather jacket, holding a bag of convenience store goodies as he plopped down next to you on the trunk of the car. 
He currently munches on some gummy worms as you watch him, finding that he probably appeared the most innocent when he was eating. His eyes go round as though he’s a child eating food for the first time, and he chews in his adorable pout you can’t help but admire, rather ironic for the sinful king of hell. 
You never expected to see him in such a domestic, human state. 
His eyes flash to you and you wake up from your trance, clearing your throat before flickering back to your laptop screen. “You’re back, demon.” 
“Mm,” he hums, reaching into his bag and suddenly presenting you with a bag of Fuzzy Peaches. You raise your eyebrows in surprise as your hand tentatively clasps around it. 
“For me?” 
“Well, you threw a whole tantrum over em’.” 
You immediately move to elbow him but he defend himself, laughing as he presents the bag of candy. You accept the bag with a scoff, disguising the grateful smile and flutter that threatens your heart at the gesture. 
“What are you looking at?” He inquires with narrowed eyes to get a better look at the screen. 
“Google maps. I know you said the club you need to visit is in Chicago, but do you know the exact location so that it’s easier once we’re in Chicago? I need to know which highways to take.” 
Jungkook nibbles on the last of a gummy worm as he pouts his lips in thought, watching the clear blue sky above him. “I told you, we’d have to ask one of my demon subjects in order to find that out.” 
You nod in comprehension. “Do you know anyone we could possibly visit for an exact address?” 
Jungkook reaches inside his packet for another bite of a gummy worm. “I do. I think most of my subjects would know, though the only one I can recall the exact location of is a demon named Azazel.” He snaps a piece of his gummy worm in half, bringing one of them to his lips for a nibble as he details. “He’s one of the Princes of hell, serves right under me. He likes to hang out at this one place in Nevada I think. He’d definitely know where the celestial club is located.” 
You purse your lips as you absorb the information, checking it through with him. “Prince of hell?” 
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. “They’re these 7 princes that are meant to represent the Seven Deadly Sins. They’re a ranking just below me, powerful beings but they’d never dare defy me.” Jungkook proudly remarks, watching the way he straightens up his slouched back and squares his shoulders. 
“That’s interesting. Which sin does this Azazel demon represent?” 
“Lust. Or, well, vanity.” Jungkook clarifies. “But when I say he’s a super weird one, I mean it. He’s got his own very… unique tastes he thinks very highly of.” Jungkook grimaces as he seems to remember something bone-chilling about the demon. He then laughs, however, finishing off the last of his gummy worms as he regards you beside him, trying not to squirm at how much larger he is than you, or how he even makes damn ripped jeans look scorching hot.  
“Take a guess where you think we’ll find someone like him?” 
You furrow your brows as you tilt your head in question, Jungkook’s eyes lighting up at the adorable gesture of yours. “Where?” 
6 hours later, you stand frozen, mouth agape, legs unmoving. You listlessly stare at a loud, flashy neon-pink sign that depicts the image of an erotically-posed woman wrapped around a pole, along with the name “The Devil Wears Prada” ironically plastered underneath in cursive. 
It’s a fucking stripclub. 
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You peer at Jungkook absolutely bewildered, blinking a few times to compute whether or not he was serious. Jungkook merely stands all too giddy, arms folded over his chest as he flashes you a beaming smile. 
He’s having way too much fun with this.
“Jungkook..” You draw out his name with a scolding. 
“Oh c’mon, Y/N, it’ll be fun.” He attempts to warm you up to the idea, nudging your elbow too adorably. 
You shoot him a dirty look and snatch your arm away from him, exhaling annoyingly. “Did it really have to be a stripclub?” 
“Why?” Jungkook queries. “Have you never been to one?” 
You freeze, suddenly a lump forming in your throat and trying to swallow it down. You’re not sure how you’re going to tell Jungkook that you actually have without revisiting a long-gone memory from your past. Your eyes evade him completely then, squeezing your folded arms tighter. “I have.” 
Jungkook furrows his brows. “Is.. there a problem?” 
“No just-get us inside, will you? It’s not exactly warm out here.” You begrudgingly complain as you harshly tug your cardigan around yourself. You hate that the temperature suddenly dropped significantly at night, leaving you freezing in your tank top, jean shorts and a measly wool cardigan. 
You internally groan then, not just at the weather but standing in front of this Godforsaken place. The entire idea of a stripclub is off-putting to you, and it’s not like you’ll tell Jungkook exactly why. 
You didn’t want to recall the god awful person attached to it. 
All of a sudden, you’re enveloped by the warmth of a jacket around your shoulders. You surprisingly snap to your right and find Jungkook adjusting his cozy leather jacket over you, warm from his usual higher temperature. Your lips fall into a quizzical little pout. 
“Why’d you...” 
“Let’s go inside, we don’t want Azazel leaving, do we?” 
You regard Jungkook with round eyes as he simply sends you a smile, halting yourself from swooning over the deadly image. He wraps a warm palm around your wrist and drags you to the entrance of the club, silently following him with the hint of a shy smile. 
A long line awaits outside the door, but Jungkook confidently stalks over to the security guard on duty. The man almost protests angrily until Jungkook glowers at him with his crimson eyes, sending the man to instantly shiver with fear. He graciously opens the door for you both without a hitch, even granting you VIP access badges. 
Impression is all that colours you as you contemplate Jungkook’s mere unmatched power, knowing damn well you’ll refrain from pissing him off too much, You slip inside the lively club with Jungkook, and unconsciously slide your fingers into his with acutely rising nerves, squeezing slightly. 
And surprisingly enough, Jungkook squeezes back. 
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Your pairs of once peaceful ears are welcomed by the sound of raunchy music blasting over the speakers, scantily-clad women dancing on a neon platform with a shimmering pole, and also decorating the many suit-wearing men in the crowds. 
You feel out of place, awkward, only having been in a stripclub once, and it was not your best experience at all. You clasp Jungkook’s hand a little harder this time, even cowering into his much larger form as people pass you by and disregard all means of space. 
Jungkook’s eyes sweep over the place with nothing but mischief and mirth, watching his eyes smolder a fiery red with a smug grin.
“Fuck, now this is my place.” This must be exactly where Jungkook thrives; sin litters this place from left to right and you assume it’s channeling his powers of pure evil. 
You fear a human possibly sighting his Lucifer eyes though, and quickly prop yourself on your tip-toes. Your hand curls over his shoulder and you speak to him in his ear, Jungkook instinctively bending down. “Jungkook, your eyes.” 
“Hm?” His round orbs stare into your soul inquisitively, and you suddenly realize he actually has very big eyes, almost doe-like. 
“Your eyes, they’re red. Someone will notice.” 
“Oh,” Jungkook blinks a few times and dials down the heat, dispersing the colour. “Better?” 
“Better.” You nod. It takes a good second for you to notice how close your faces are to each other, however, and your breath catches in your throat. Jungkook’s lips curve into a little smile when he sees that, becoming too swept up in his ocean and immediately removing yourself from him. Only your hands clutch each other as you avert your sight. 
You continue to evade him and Jungkook instead zeroes in on you, scrutinizing your features. “Are you okay?” 
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 
“Oh my God, don’t tell me you totally lied about going to a stripclub.” Jungkook drawled. “You’re so innocent.” 
Jungkook makes it a statement to ruffle the top of your head, and you quickly smack his hand away as you send him a death glare. “I’m not lying, for your information. I have been to a stripclub, and I’m not that innocent.” 
You have no clue the things I’ve thought of.
Jungkook cracks a sexy grin. “Hmm, are you sure about that?” He leans in eye-level with you suddenly, and you lean back in accordance. “I’m sensing something else here.” 
“The only thing you should be sensing is Azazel, demon.” You shove him back and Jungkook lets out a hearty laugh, rolling your eyes in response. 
“You’re right, I actually can sense him. He should be here.” Jungkook scans the place with his demonic eyes, attempting to discern where exactly Azazel may be. 
You’re busy hmphing when you move to cross your arms, and realize that Jungkook, while distracted, is still holding your hand. You peer down at the means of contact, feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling suddenly spreading across your chest. You push it away once Jungkook turns to you, ensuring he doesn't catch you staring at your connected hands. 
“I think he may be in one of the VIP rooms, I’m going to check, okay?” 
“Wait,” you pull him back, Jungkook all ears for you. “Why are you going alone? I can’t come?” 
Jungkook chuckles a little. “Demons usually take up the vip rooms in this club,” Jungkook then suddenly tugs you towards him without warning, and you tumble directly into his chest. You peer up at him in complete surprise, only to find his smile absolutely shit-eating. 
“I wouldn’t want an angel like you in a den of sinners.” 
Your heart hammers against your ribcage, being this close to him just sets off an insatiable fire inside you that’ll never have an explanation anymore. Maybe it’s Jungkook’s attraction as Lucifer, you’re not sure, but suddenly feeling his chest against yours, mere inches from his lips, his eyes only on you in a room full of exotic, topless dancers, you feel yourself falling into his abyss. 
Why can’t I just kiss his cute lips?
A shove to Jungkook’s shoulder by a stranger snaps you out of it, immediately adding space between you two. “G-go find Azazel.” You see Jungkook crack a knowing grin before he holds up his hands in mock surrender. 
“Alright, alright.” He vindicates himself, but suddenly winds an arm around your shoulders, his lips brushing your ear. He tugs you close enough to catch a whiff of the coffee you both drank on the way here, trying not to ignite at the feeling of his lips touching your skin. 
“Stay here, don’t talk to anyone. Don’t take a drink from a stranger either, only wait for me.” He instructs firmly with a squeeze to your arm, turning to the side to question him why, but Jungkook has already let you go. He disappears into the crowd and booming club then, before you can even breathe. 
Damn, he really is fast as Lucifer. 
You suddenly become reclusive in the grandiose, erotic club. All you see are boobs and sexy women flaunting their gorgeous bodies, and as much as you find it downright impressive, respecting the hell out of the stunning dancers, a pit settles into your stomach.
Stripclubs just aren’t your thing, they never have been. Especially after what your asshole of an ex did to you in a stripclub before, they unsettle you to the very core. It brews a storm in your heart you can’t remedy nor can ever forget, sighing as you suddenly wish Jungkook didn’t leave you alone. 
What the fuck? When did you even need his presence around in the first place? 
You shake the jitters out of you. You won’t let some dark part of your past haunt you anymore nor think about the literal devil himself, you’re far beyond that and a healed person. 
You sigh as you contemplate what you’re meant to do now, Jungkook’s instructions of staying put and not even touching a drink producing your sheer boredom. You stand with your arms folded and step towards the bar ensuring you weren’t in the way of any dancing women, or didn’t catch the eye of some ogling man waving money. 
Blowing a raspberry, you silently bop around to a sultry rock beat as a new stripper presents herself on stage. Your own eyes are glued to her almost instantly, surprised by how gorgeous she is and mentally commending her for her graceful figure and well.. generous assets. 
Out of boredom, her show becomes your center of attention until a sudden tap to your shoulder turns you around. You come face-to-face with a very handsome bartender. 
“Sorry to interrupt, but this drink’s for you.” He sends you a polite smile. 
“Oh, but I didn’t order a drink.” 
“I know, I ordered one for you.” You’re internally taken aback by not only the man’s boldness, but his drop-dead gorgeous smile. A grateful grin creeps up onto your lips as you chuckle a little.
“And why did you do that?” 
The handsome stranger shrugs. “It looked like you needed one.” 
You slowly wet your lips as you try to keep from smiling too wide, encircling the glass. “That’s awfully kind of you.” 
“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off. There’s a simple moment where you’re merely looking at your glass, taking it in your hand for a drink until Jungkook’s voice rings clearly in your head. 
‘Don’t drink anything either.’ 
You furrow your eyebrows wondering why you exactly couldn’t. You teeter on either defying him or simply choosing to listen, not knowing how severe his order was. You buffer on the drink until the man’s rather hypnotizing voice pulls you out. 
“So.. what’s a woman like you doing here all alone?” 
You quirk a brow. “And who exactly is a woman like me?” 
“Too pretty to be alone.” 
You crack a chuckle at that, the charm he’s laying suddenly loosening you up. “That’s a good one.” 
“Good enough to know whether you’re alone or not?” 
You hesitate on an answer here, not knowing his intentions but giving him an honest answer nonetheless. “No, I’m.. not here alone.” 
“Are you here with a boyfriend?” 
Your heart stops at that, someone referencing Jungkook of all people as your damn boyfriend feels ridiculous. Even imagining such a thing leaves you sneering, and no the idea does not make your heart swell or your chest flutter. In no corner of the world will you find even a measly speck of you considering Jungkook as your boyfriend, a good idea. He’s only the smoldering hot king of the underworld that seems to actually be nice despite being the master of sin, has these cute doe eyes when he’s confused or these pouty lips whenever he eats. 
And he does not have you undeniably attracted to him. 
Not at all. 
“N-no, not my boyfriend.” You choke on your saliva. 
“Ah, so I don’t have to worry about a jealous man or anything.” He smirks all too handsomely. 
“And why exactly would a jealous man bother you?” 
“Because I’d like to make you mine tonight.” 
You feel your heart experience whiplash in your chest as you feel it bloom with fuzziness. Suddenly his smile is show-stopping, the way he leans over the counter emphasizes his muscles and his black button-up hugs his body like a second skin. 
“Have a drink and loosen up, gorgeous.” The smoldering bartender tongues his cheek, and suddenly his jawline is looking too good to not kiss up.
With a smirk of your own, you run your tongue inside your cheek as well, a fire lighting inside you. Your fingers curl around your glass of what seems to be a cocktail, suddenly thirsty for a drink. You eye up the handsome stranger as you bring the glass to your lips, tipping your drink over. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice startles you as he suddenly clamps down on your wrist and displaces your drink, spilling some on you. “Didn’t I tell you not to drink anything or talk to anyone?” 
His sudden rude tone ticks you off. “Jungkook, it’s just a drink-” 
“Hey, man. I was just talking to her.” 
Jungkook’s eyes immediately become annoyed regarding the stranger behind the bar, quickly approaching him with a furious look. “I’m not some ‘man’, and I know you aren’t either.” 
Jungkook then violently grabs the bartender’s collar and tugs him over the counter harshly, the anger in his eyes absolutely searing. You panic as Jungkook’s harsh actions catch the attention of others nearby, your glass now empty as it spills over. 
“Jungkook-!” You try to pull him back, only to be completely surprised with what you see next. 
Jungkook’s eyes spark into a demonic fire as he stares into the man’s very soul, and you watch as the bartender’s irises suddenly reveal a deep shade of red himself. You falter back in shock as the man’s features immediately paint over with terror so horrific, he scrambles to be let go of.
“Sir, please-” 
“Get the fuck out of my face.” 
The once smirky and charming bartender turns into the equivalent of a crybaby, practically tripping over his feet as he runs off to cower away in the employee’s break room. Jungkook without a word snatches up your hand and begins leading you through the club, ignoring the concerned eyes that follow you two. You’re overridden by a million questions as he relentlessly pulls you, not even granting you a moment’s rest.
“Jungkook, Jungkook! What are you-” 
“Did I not fucking telling you to stay put and not talk to anybody? Did you think I said that for fun?” 
The irritation in his tone makes you feel guilty, and maybe you’re realizing your mistake, but Jungkook didn’t have to be so damn pushy about it. 
“I don’t exactly see the problem-” 
“That was the problem.” Jungkook suddenly stops you both before a dimly lit corridor as he gestures in the direction of the bar. His breaths are hot and heavy as his eyes cut you cold. 
“And what kind of problem was that? He was just a bartender-” 
“He was a demon,” Jungkook emphasizes. “This place is crawling with them.” 
Something about the anger in Jungkook’s face either makes you feel turned on, want to argue back, or a deadly combination of both, 
Why is it so sexy when his jaw clenches like that? 
You try to ignore the way your legs suddenly squirm. “So what if he was a demon?” 
Jungkook scoffs dryly, wetting his lips as he looks away. “That’s what the demons do here. They reel human women in with their charms, roofie their fucking drinks and get them alone.” He then mutters under his breath, focusing on nothing in particular with sheer indignation. “You have no clue the disgusting things he was thinking.” 
You scrunch your face in confusion. “And you do?” 
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he simply huffs, “it wasn’t hard to tell. Do you even know what a demon would do to an unsuspecting human like you?” 
His evasiveness and avoidance of making eye contact only increases your pissy mood, folding your arms with a pressing question. “And since when did it bother you what happens to me?” 
Eyes flashing to you, Jungkook only produces a mean look of hesitation. His jaw clenches as he gnaws at his teeth, lips impatiently pressed together. He then simply takes your hand in his, muttering yet again. “I found Azazel, let’s go.” 
And he drags you away as you unwillingly tag along. 
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You and Jungkook stop before a rather grand-looking door, noticing it’s probably the most expensive and exorbitant among the hallways. The entrance is perched by two guards on both flanks, a stern-looking man and an evil looking woman, both staring you and Jungkook down as though they could see right through you.  
Jungkook clears his throat, proudly presenting himself with a look of unbothered confidence. “Good evening, underlings. I need to see Azazel.” 
“And who might be asking?” The sultry woman practically slithers out her words. 
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he, for the dozenth time, flashes them his scarlet eyes, watching the stoic man raise his brows in surprised acknowledgement, as the woman merely shivers in pleasure. Both their own eyes glow a deep shade of ruby, and you now understand that they’re demons as well.
Did Lucifer have some sort of connection or invisible linkage between all demons? Was there something about his eyes? 
“Ah, the king himself is here.” She cheers, clasping her hands together with excitement. Her vision flashes down to Jungkook cradling your hand in his, though, but she doesn’t show any disapproval or bitchiness about it, rather seems intrigued. 
She abandons her post and makes towards Jungkook, her red dress accentuating every slim curve of her body. She laughs an almost harmonious giggle as her hands soon land over Jungkook’s chest, biting her bottom lip as she asks in a whisper. 
“Is it really you, master?” 
Jungkook merely laughs, tilting his head as he condescendingly asks. “Who else would it be?” 
Her eyes flicker with fire, fingers slowly feeling over much of Jungkook’s muscly body as he simply allows her to do so. His expression doesn’t really communicate much of anything however, as though he’s bored and simply letting the demon have her fun. Clearly the attraction to Jungkook isn’t just a human thing, he has practically all creatures on their knees for him, and he seems to know it too. 
Arrogant prick. 
A laugh escapes you suddenly, and the female demon’s attention immediately snaps towards you, eyes narrowed into slits. 
“And who might this be?” 
“None of your concern.” Jungkook tugs you a little closer to his body, almost shielding you. You can only intently watch, unable to do much of anything. But the female demon boldly ignores Jungkook, too enthralled by you to remain obedient. She approaches your figure with almost a cat-like nature, extremely curious and hyper-aware. 
You suspect absolutely nothing, until within the blink of an eye, she suddenly grapples the back of your neck and tugs you flush against her own face. You gasp in immediate fear when her fingernails transform into sharp claws. 
“Amara.” Jungkook scolds with a reprimanding tone as he squeezes your hand, but she only continues on, the bridge of her nose skimming the arch of your cheekbone. She actually sniffs you, and her lips curve into a downright demonic smile. 
“A human..” She chimes lowly, but is only interrupted by an irritated Jungkook. 
“Amara, let her go. She belongs to me.” Jungkook instructs firmly, and your heart does a backflip inside your chest. When did you ever become his? 
Even worse, when did you actually like the idea? 
“Is that why she’s wearing your clothes, master?” She queries as her sharp hand rests over your shoulder, feeling at Jungkook’s leather jacket on you. “Master never gives his clothes to anyone.” 
The fact leaves your eyes widening, looking towards Jungkook who merely sighs. He then holds onto Amara’s shoulder and forces her to face him, seriously peering into her eyes. 
“Amara, let her go.” Jungkook’s eyes beam a vibrant red as he authoritatively orders. “I will not ask you again.”  Amara immediately lets you go then with thinly-pursed lips, holding her head up high as she returns to her post. 
Jungkook wets his lips in frustration before he turns to you and gently gathers your hair in his hands, carefully peeking behind your neck. He lightly whispers in your ear, “did she hurt you?” 
Ignoring the goosebumps that arise across your skin, your fingertips canvas over your neck as you feel the slightest sting in a certain area, knowing it must be a scratch. “Not really.” 
Jungkook laughs then, and you furrow eyebrows. “Why’d you just laugh?” 
“Because the desire to sin really does kick in when you’re near me, huh?” Jungkook’s pointer finger then slides over the exact cut you had, and you instantly let out a hiss. Jungkook knowingly grins. “You just lied to me.” 
You roll your eyes, seconds from swatting his hand off you until the sudden scent of coffee on his breath stops your heart. Jungkook casts your hair aside as he gently leans over your shoulder, and invades all your personal space. You’re unsure of what he’s doing until you feel his breath fanning you—he’s blowing on your cut. Surprisingly enough, it’s almost as though Jungkook’s delicate blows cauterize your wound, feeling your pain melt away in an instant. 
Sweeping your hand over the nape of your neck, suddenly it’s as though there was never a wound at all. You look at Jungkook with pure wonderment as he simply flashes you that sexy quirk of his brow and an attractive grin. Adjusting his shirt on himself, he then fixes his jacket on you, pulling it tight around your body. He turns back to the demons after finishing his task and grasps your hand yet again “We need to see Azazel, open the doors.” 
The stoic man that’s merely stood there the entire time silently clasps onto the handle. He opens the door without a complaint, standing off to the side. Jungkook enthusiastically tugs you along with him as you pass Amara, who only flashes a half-hearted smile your way before you’re greeted by something you never expected. 
Rouge curtains, a plethora of intoxicating incense, bright, vivid colours of Moroccan splendour designs attacking your eyes. The entire place is littered with these vibrantly coloured fabrics and charms, gaudy pieces of diversified collectibles and an odd earthy though spicy scent that made you throw up in your mouth. Though what catches you next are the multitude of nearly naked women sensually dancing and sitting around a quite eclectically dressed man, your brain far from boggled. 
The man’s too busy making out with a certain woman until Jungkook loudly clears his throat. “Azazel,” 
Said man, well, demon suddenly rips his mouth away from the topless woman, wiping some lipstick that smeared onto his skin. His hooded, hazed-over eyes are far more entertained when he regards Jungkook, however, lips curving into a mirthy grin. 
“My, my, if it isn’t the king of hell himself.” 
Jungkook purses his lips in acknowledgement as Azazel leans over onto his knees, waving off his dancing women. “Nobody told me you’d be visiting little old me.” 
“Maybe if you weren’t sucking the life out of female humans, you would know.” 
Azazel’s eyes bounce as though he were dealt a hit he actually liked, snickering in his throat. “A little too haughty for someone in your position, don’t you think?” 
Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion, and Azazel merely scoffs. “Think the whole of hell doesn’t know what’s going on with you, boss?” He questions rhetorically. Azazel then gets up from his seat, the women around him not even minding as they seem in almost an unbreakable trance. 
‘They reel human women in with their charms, roofie their fucking drinks and get them alone.’
Fuck, Jungkook was really telling the truth. Better yet, was he genuinely trying to protect you?
He approaches Jungkook, almost too close for comfort. Jungkook squeezes your hand in response, and you stay right by his side. 
“We all know the big man upstairs kicked you out of hell and you’re about as powerless as a mouse in a glue trap, boss.” The demon, you now realize, is almost ironically nothing what you imagined the demon of lust to be like. He seems the epitome of gluttony with his larger belly and older-looking features, honestly disgusted by him. Jungkook almost reads your mind as he makes an expression of distaste too, turning his face away from Azazel’s to actually breathe. He faces him then, eyes powerful and self-assured.  
“I’m still the king, and I rank higher than you, Prince of hell.” Jungkook squashes Azazel’s ego. “I’d watch what comes out of your mouth.” 
“And I’d do the same if I were you, boss. Right now it’s looking right about rocky for you with your powers gone.” Azazel practically, or well, quite literally spits. “I’m thinking you should choose your words wisely, could probably squash you like a pesky ant on the side of a road, Your Highness.” Something about the superiority complex and condescension of Azazel ticks you off. You turn to Jungkook trying to believe what the demon said isn’t true, but Jungkook’s acquiescing expression clues you in to the fact that that’s not the case. 
Maybe he really does have to play nice right now, you didn’t know the breadth of Azazel’s powers compared to a human Lucifer, anyway. 
Jungkook sighs as he tongue his cheek. “I just need to ask a question, Azazel.” He then instinctively tugs you further behind his larger frame, but that only draws Azazel attention to you, and suddenly his once normal eyes beam with an intriguing, red hot flame. 
“And who might this be?” His creepy voice curls around your spine and makes you shiver, sending him a look of disapproval. His hand comes out to cup your cheek but you immediately smack his hand, leaning away from him. 
His eyes glow with anger as he almost lunges towards you, but is stopped by Jungkook’s arm blocking the way. “Behave, Azazel. She’s mine.”   
“Ohh,” Azazel calms down with a snarky tone, eyes still scavenging your figure as though you were a meal to consume. “The master’s keeping a toy, I see.” 
The context of that leaves a bad taste in your mouth, watching Jungkook’s expression stay predominantly blank. He squares his shoulders when he requests again. “Just answer my question, Azazel.” 
The demon hmph’s as he sends you and Jungkook a death glare, returning to his seat. “Sit down.” He practically growls. 
Jungkook leads you with him towards the vibrant indigo, velvet couch across from the weird demon. Jungkook plops down on the cushions, and just as you’re about to seat yourself next to him, he immediately tugs you forward with a force you couldn’t deny. You tumble into his lap and your ass settles over his strong, thick thighs. Your arms naturally fall around his neck as his hands delicately hold your waist, panic overflowing you once your core presses into his crotch. 
“J-Jungkook, what are you-” 
“Shh,” he grits quietly under his teeth. “Just play along.” 
You pull a confused face, watching as Azazel becomes busy speaking with one of his scarcely-dressed ladies. “What do you mean? Why do I-”
“Azazel has a thing for human girls,” Jungkook whispers closely in your ear, hands slowly soothing your side that leaves you squirmy. He suddenly dares to nibble on your lobe a little, the touch igniting a lusty flame inside you despite the initial surprise. “Especially girls like you.” 
“What-what are you doing?” 
“Acting,” he rasps in a whisper, tongue gently licking at your lobe. “Play along.” He repeats pressingly. 
“What do you mean…” You attempt to suppress a yelp when Jungkook unexpectedly bites your ear lobe, only fidgeting over him more. “Girls like me?” 
You feel Jungkook smirk as he presses a bold kiss behind your ear, a hand of his dropping to your bare thigh. He ever so slightly brushes the tips of his fingers up and down your skin, fuelling every nerve inside your sensitive body. 
“Sweet and innocent ones like you.” 
His tone is so dark, so deep and low you’re forgetting where you even are. Your grip on his shoulders tightens when Jungkook skims his nose up your pulse point, his heated breath and lips raising goosebumps all over you. You chew on your bottom lip to contain how horny you suddenly feel, as though every cell in your body wanted Jungkook kissing you, on you, inside you. The hunger was insatiable, your legs rubbing together once your panties felt too sticky. 
“Since-since when did you care? I thought you hated humans.” 
“I said I hated humans, not you.” 
“You..” You contain a moan when he grips your bare thigh. “You said you’d never be attracted to a human like me.”
A scoff escapes him as his lips graze your skin, scrunching his shirt in your fist for any semblance of control. It’s hilarious that Jungkook is so transparent about insisting you’re different, but never explains why you are in the first place. His silence now beckons you to question him again, though it comes out more akin to a moan.
Jungkook then finally latches his wet mouth onto your neck, feeling your core gush with an immediate waterfall. He begins ever so slightly mouthing at your skin, laying soft kisses that were almost feather-like, barely there, yet you felt as though you were on fire. You realized he didn’t answer, wanting to query him again but fuck, you’re too goddamn distracted by his plushy lips sinfully kissing your weak spot. 
Suppressing a moan, you manage, “why are you doing this.. Jungkook?” 
“I need to show him you’re mine..” Jungkook mumbles against your neck as he sucks a soft bruise . “So he won’t take you.” 
His words snap you out of your daze, reminded that you and Jungkook are here for a goddamn task. He wasn’t doing this because he actually wanted you, there was an underlying agenda here and you need to stop getting sucked into his tempting ocean. 
You gently push him off you and find Jungkook’s amused eyes peering at you, cracking his signature grin. You realize you must appear flushed, the heat of Jungkook’s Lucifer body too searing to handle. 
Eyes locked in an untelling gaze, this position with Jungkook feels too unreal. You’re currently perched in his lap as you hold his neck and he hugs your waist, face mere inches from each other, almost kissing but not. You hate how much you suddenly yearn to kiss his lips, wondering if that certain Lucifer attraction is the reason why, or maybe Jungkook’s lips are just so fucking kissable. 
Jungkook doesn’t break your eye contact as he juts out his tongue to swipe his bottom lip, flashing his vision down to your petals that hang slightly open. You breathe carefully attempting to not suffocate, Jungkook is seriously, and very undeniably hotter than hell. You can almost taste the coffee on his breath again as he nears you, vision flashing to his lips that suddenly seem so close…
“Cozy, now aren’t we?” 
You both snap towards Azazel in unison, clearing your throat as Jungkook plants his feet down and straightens himself. 
“What’d you wanna ask, boss? Make it quick.” Azazal tends to one of his topless girls feeling him up, practically cooing at her as he speaks annoyingly. “I’ve got better things to do.” 
Jungkook rolls his eyes, his hand on your tummy drawing soft circles. You try not to melt. 
“I need the location of a club, Azazel.” 
The demon laughs across from you both, caressing one of his dancers that flank his left side. “There are many clubs, boss. You gotta be specific.” 
“You know which one I’m talking about,” Jungkook scowls, his palm firmly clutching your bare thigh, and you try not to imagine what he’d feel like touching you elsewhere. 
What if he touched me down there?
Jungkook suddenly squeezes your thigh and you practically jump, trying to refocus on the conversation. You attempt to not pay attention to the way Jungkook’s practically eye-level with your cleavage. The mere prospect of his sexy face in your boobs leaves your legs rubbing together, nipples shamelessly hardening. 
God, why are you so horny?
“Angels Give You Wings, you know the one.” Jungkook affirms, seriously trying to work with the rather disinterested demon. 
But once the name’s up in the air, Azazel’s eyes shimmer with mirth as his attention shifts to Jungkook. “The infamous club, you say?” he asks rhetorically. “You should know it’s in Chicago.” 
Jungkook sighs. “I know it’s in Chicago, but I need the real address.” 
Azazel raises his brows. “And why would you need the real address?” 
“It’s not exactly your concern.” Jungkook cuts in all too arrogantly, Azazel narrowing his eyes. He now examines you both, almost scrutinizing the pair of you as he touches one of his strippers. 
“You two don’t look very close for a couple.” Azazel observes, flitting over your entangled bodies. You become displaced, looking towards Jungkook for an answer. But you only find him glaring back at Azazel as he cradles you in his arms, practically demon-growling at him.
Azazel hoots as he watches Jungkook’s anger grow. “Wow, would you look at the master being possessive of his toys for once.” He smiles evilly, laying both his arms over the back of the couch with a repulsive look. “If you’re being possessive of her, then you ain’t getting jack shit tonight, boss.” 
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkok practically spits.
“It means,” Azazel mimics Jungkook’s harsh tone. “If you wanna know the address, you need to let me read her.” 
You furrow your brows as Jungkook heavily sighs, bringing a hand to his forehead with distress. Your fingers ask for his attention through rubbing at the nape of his neck, voice quiet.
“Jungkook, what does he mean?” 
“Oh!” Azazel cheers all of a sudden. “She calls you by your real name, master? That’s wonderful!” He claps like a happy seal, now understanding what Jungkook meant by Azazel being quite the... odd type.  
Jungkook lifts his head to look at you then, eyes revealing something akin to.. Fear? Stress? You couldn’t place it accurately. “I won’t let him have you, angel.” 
You’re sure Jungkook is probably only saying this to act like you’re together, hell, even his hands slowly but soothingly caressing your waist and thigh have all probably got to do with this ruse. But something about the reveal of emotion in his eyes maybe indicated he could be speaking the truth. 
Or at least, you’d like to believe so. 
“Hand the girl over, boss.” 
Something ticks inside Jungkook as he flashes his eyes a searing red, and practically sneers at Azazel. “You’re not touching her.” 
Azazel’s amused expression only thrives off Jungkook's anger. “Well then, you won’t be getting your address, then.” 
Jungkook huffs with a dry scoff. “I’m not offering her to you anyway.” He then pats your thigh to move off him. You climb off Jungkook’s lap as he stands on his feet with you, avoiding your eyes as you wonder why he won’t just give you up. He intertwined his hand with yours in mere milliseconds as he sends Azazel a death glare. “We’re leaving, angel.” 
“You’re funny, boss. How do you expect to get your address?” 
Azazel’s condescending tone stops Jungkook, and you need to seriously squeeze Jungkook’s hand tightly in order to prevent him from charging forward. You should’ve known, Lucifer would obviously be irrationally hot-heated. But, also being the representation of Pride among the so-called seven princes of hell, he absolutely hated it when someone knocked him off his high horse. 
And that’s all Azazel has been doing. 
“I can ask any other demon.” Jungkook grits through his teeth. 
Azazel clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Nuh uh. That’s an Angel-dominant club, do you really think some second-rate lackey could get in? It takes someone of my power-ranking or higher to even withstand those damn halo-wearing pricks.” 
Jungkook scoffs. “I’m Lucifer, Azazel. I can ask an angel.” 
Azazel snickers as though he were told an immature joke. “You really think an angel won't go straight to The Council and rat you out? Don’t think you’d appreciate seeing your estranged brothers in this circumstance, boss.” 
You hear a crack in Jungkook’s neck as you watch his jaw flex firmly again, except now, it seems like Jungkook could be breaking his teeth as he bites down hard. His eyes are a seething ruby, wondering what could be causing Jungkook so much heated distress. 
Brothers? Did brothers mean.. the rest of the Archangels? 
Your hand suddenly feels too hot as Jungkook practically crushes the life out of you. You exclaim in pain, realizing that Jungkook’s utterly losing his cool. You panic, knowing Jungkook is still quite powerful and you did not want to see him angry. He needs to simmer down before all hell actually breaks loose, worriedly approaching him. 
You rapidly step in front of him and grips his biceps, attempting to gain his attention. 
“Jungkook, hey, Jungkook.” You call him with light shakes, but his breaths only increase in speed. His vision is glowing a vibrant red and you can feel him entering attack mode. You protest for him yet again, to look at you, to calm down, hoping your voice can pull him out but gain no response. 
Jungkook is seconds from unleashing his flames, already raising his palm for a ferocious blast until your small hands suddenly engulf his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. 
“Jungkook!” You say it so worriedly, so sweetly that something almost automatically switches off inside Jungkook. It’s as though the figurative flames bursting out of him are extinguished, his breath stabilizing as you find his doe eyes staring back at you. 
You crack a smile as you watch his features change, becoming the exact Jungkook you met back in your apartment. 
“Human..” You’re unsure of why Jungkook’s stuck with the name, but funny enough, it made you laugh a little
“Demon..” You chide him, and he actually cracks a grin too. You wet your lips as you seriously peer into his eyes, speaking kindly. “Jungkook, you should let Azazel read me.” 
His eyes flood with something akin to anxiety and he grips your hand against his cheek, shaking his head. “No, it’s not a good idea, angel. He’ll hurt you.” 
Your lips pout slightly hearing his concern, again, unsure of whether or not this was all a ruse. You wouldn’t know. 
“What will he do?” 
“He can read minds when he touches people. Angel, demon, human, it doesn’t matter. But it hurts, especially for humans.” Jungkook warns, eyes communicating the urgency he desires to reach you. 
You can see where Jungkook’s coming from, whether it was for the ploy or his own genuine compassion, you wouldn’t want Jungkook to hurt himself just for you, either. But you knew this was important to him, he really needed to unearth that club and figure out his way back to hell. 
He needed to go back home.
You’ve already tagged along and come this far, not to mention how many times Jungkook really did show concern for you and helped you out. You should repay that kindness and help him too. 
“Jungkook, you really need that location.” You explain softly. “It’s okay, it won’t be for long, right? I can endure it.” 
“Human..” You can see the worry in his eyes, feeling your heart melt. He squeezes your hand harder and you try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t even mean any of it, only an act meant for the demon you can tell is staring you both down. 
But you’d oddly like to believe it was real.
“He’s going to infiltrate your mind, read your deepest, darkest thoughts, invade your privacy...” He urges you, emphasizing gravely that this is not something to be taken lightly. 
“I’ll be okay, demon.” 
Jungkook sighs with evident worry. “If you feel uncomfortable for even a second, I’ll kill him.” He proclaims. “You don’t have to go through with this.” 
“I’ll be fine, Jungkook. We’re a team now, alright? I got you.” 
You’re unsure of what emotion flashes through Jungkook, but you can clearly see his expression soften. He purses his lip, and simply nods as he slowly lets your hand go, but not without leaning in close to your ear. “You need to convince him..” Jungkook advises quietly. “Convince him about us to get the address.” 
You nod back in affirmation, detangling your fingers and stepping towards the sleazy demon. 
Azazel flashes you a toothy smile you wish you couldn’t see, repulsed as you stand before him. You notice the women flanking him don’t necessarily pay attention to you, and have only been touching and dancing around Azazel the majority of the time. You wonder if they’re under some sort of trance, attributing their behaviour to the drugging methods Jungkook informed you of earlier. 
Though you also wouldn’t rule out the doings of Azazel knowing he’s the sin of Lust. 
“What do you want?” You question bleakly. 
“Your hand, darling.” He slides his tongue over his teeth. 
“Do more than just read her, and I’ll torture you in hell for eternity.” Jungkook scolds threateningly, jaw clenched and eyes smoldering. 
Azazel merely acknowledges Jungkook as you reach the eclectic demon. With a weirded out expression, you hesitantly present your hand to Azazel, who snatches you up as though he were a starving dog seeing meat for the first time. He immediately shoves the back of your hand against his nostrils, gaining a good, heady whiff of you. You try not to feel a sense of ickiness all over your body, suddenly feeling this certain shock that runs throughout all your veins. 
It feels uncomfortable at first, but suddenly transforms into this sharp pain flooding your bloodstream. You exclaim immediately, feeling as though knives were suddenly coursing through your arteries. You falter as the feeling crawls all over your skin, clutching your hand to your chest in a panic. 
“Human!” Jungkook worriedly approaches you, but stops once Azazel’s ominous red eyes warn him. 
You calm down for Jungkook’s sake, breathing through the aching intrusion. “I’m fine.. I’m fine, Jungkook.” 
You remember his words in an instant, enduring the pain as you focus on thinking about Jungkook. He needs to think you’re both together, right? What better way than to conjure up every appealing thought you’ve had of Jungkook? 
His lips, his body, his eyes, his rockstar hair, his sexy leather outfit that hugs him just right. His Adam's apple, his thick neck, his alluring voice, the attractive way he tongues his cheek. Not to mention the adorable way his eyes go round or his small, cute lips pucker into a pout. 
Your mind naturally drifts towards the thought of all those features, and how they ignite your core anytime you ponder them. His fingers? His tongue? His lips? What could they do in other places? Would he be fast or slow? Would he touch you right? Would he be rough or soft? 
You try to imagine how it would feel if he were to touch your pulsing clit, shuddering once you register that masculine roughness he has to them. You bite on your lip, center lighting up with wanton desire once you consider how his tongue would feel, and most of all, you wonder exactly what beast Jungkook hides in his pants. You practically scream all these things at yourself, prominently contemplating your attraction to Jungkook for Azazel. 
Though funny enough, you know deep down they were real thoughts you merely suppressed. 
Azazel continues to read your mind, your shut eyes too focused on honing in on your likeness for Jungkook until all the pain in your body suddenly stops. You exhale harshly, as though air was sucked out of your lungs once you return to Earth. You recall your place in reality and face Azazel, swallowing. 
“Hmm,” Azazel contemplates, suggestive, mirthy eyes gazing up at you. “She really does belong to you, boss.” 
You hear Jungkook let out a triumphant scoff, hands on his hips as he quirks a brow. 
“You’re all she seems to think about.” Azazel then eyes your figure up and down. “And they mainly seem to be very dirty.” 
That fact makes you physically choke, coughing out the spit that caught in your throat. You rip your hand out of Azazel’s hold, recovering from the hiccup. 
“T-the address, Azazel.” 
Azazel’s annoyed vision flits to the side as he leans back. He rolls his eyes, holding out his pointer and middle finger in the air. He suddenly flicks them to conjure up a piece of paper with a bright spark of flames. Its edges are burnt, though the integrity of the piece still holds up. 
You smile victoriously as you reach out for the paper, only for Azazel to suddenly retract it. 
“You owe me for this, boss.” 
Jungkook laughs dryly, suddenly feeling his presence beside you as he flattens his warm palm against the small of your back. “We’ll see about that in hell—what did you say? Second-rate lackey.” 
The term makes Azazel growl as a counter, finally nabbing the paper from him and nuzzling into Jungkook, proudly presenting it before him. 
“For you, my liege.” You bow as part of your skit, Jungkook clasping the paper. 
“Why thank you, my angel.” Jungkook responds in the same playful tone, bowing as well. 
He graciously snatches the paper from you and tucks it inside the pocket of his leather jacket you wear. He pats the pocket condescendingly before entangling his fingers with yours and tugging you flush against his side, saluting Azazel. 
“So long, Azazel. Hope you grow the balls one day to fight me in hell.” Jungkook snarks, cocking a proud brow. “We’ll see then who's more powerful. If you’re not too busy getting your balls taken care of here, that is.” 
Azazel literally spits at the ground you both walk on, Jungkook immediately clutching you close to him as he merrily laughs at his own remark. 
And honestly speaking, as obnoxious as Jungkook can be, you laugh, too. 
Hugging the paper with the address to your chest, Jungkook side-hugs you to him as the pair of you walk out together into the main area of the strip club. There’s a new stripper on stage now, and Nelly Furtado’s ‘Maneater’ fills the hooting club as you both make your triumphant exit. 
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The soft thrum of rock beats keep your eyes open, shifting in and out of sleep as you slump into your passenger seat. Jungkook sits at the wheel now, and despite only claiming he could drive, you admit he’s a pretty decent driver for someone who’s only learned through observation. 
You’re yet again falling asleep after the day’s tedious activities, cheek resting in your palm while you huddle into Jungkook’s warm leather jacket. It was oddly very comforting. 
“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Jungkook lightly hits your arm and you shoot up, grumbling with sleep-laden eyes. 
“What the fuck, Jungkook?” 
“Feel lucky I even called you beauty, you don’t look so hot right now.” 
You roll your eyes, not caring of your appearance after driving for God knows how long. You still run your fingers through your hair, however. “Fuck you.” 
You see in your peripheral Jungkook silently scoffing, chiding you with an expression of mimicry. You narrow your eyes into slits at him, huffing at how easily you both return to normal. You should’ve known whatever concern and care Jungkook was showing you was only for Azazel, there’s no way the daft idiot could even muster a single cell of decency. 
Jungkook suddenly toes at your shin, nearly kicking you awake once again. You turn around and face him with sheer annoyance. “Jungkook, what the fuck! Can’t you just fucking drive?!” 
“So you have dirty thoughts about me, huh?” Your throat cinches, your brain shuts down and you transform into the epitome of an error 404 not found code. You hold up a finger in protest as you buffer, lips struggling for a sentence. 
“I didn’t know I was always on your mind, angel.” Jungkook bounces his brows as he peers at you, but it seems like his expression completely depicts the opposite of what he says. He eyes as if he knows the inner workings of your brain, knows exactly what you think, what’s on your mind, and knows they’re not innocent like an angel. 
God, he’s so annoying. 
“Would you shut up? That was for Azazel. You wouldn’t have your precious address without me anyway, demon.” 
Jungkook scoffs, laughing at your rather cute act of denial. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, human.” Jungkook's hand once gripping the steering wheel then suddenly settles over your thigh, not squeezing or touching, but merely resting there as he refrains from doing anything compromising. 
His eyes then suddenly flit towards you.
“You seem to be quite the dirty little angel.” 
Your cheeks heat up, growing angry because.. fuck, did he actually have to be right? Why did it feel like he could see right through you? Like he could read you as though you were bearing all the pages of your book? You scrutinize him repulsively as you shove his hand off you, shuffling away from him further. 
“Whatever. You should be letting me sleep, asshole.” You counter in response. “And watch the fucking road.” 
Jungkook stifles a laugh in his throat as he returns his eyes to the road, his hand now resting over the console as he drives with one hand freely. You try not to flit down to his legs manspreading deliciously, or gaze at the veins that sprawl up his arm and his rough hand on the steering wheel. You even ignore the way he tongues his cheek as though he’s too amused. 
“Why did you keep calling me that?” 
Jungkook flickers towards you. “Huh?” 
“With Azazel, you kept calling me angel.” You grumble. “You only use that when you’re being an asshole.” 
Jungkook breathes a laugh through his nose, his vision focusing on the road as he handles the steering wheel. He swipes his lips with his tongue as he looks ahead, flexing his jaw. 
“I didn’t want him knowing your real name.” 
Your brows raise in light surprise, not expecting that concern to come from him even without putting on a show. 
“That’s rich coming from you.” You scoff. 
Jungkook cracks a smoldering smirk, hating that he was so obnoxiously attractive. “It’s rich that for an angel you have a lot of dirty thoughts.” 
You roll your eyes, shutting down the arousal that floods your core as you smack his bicep. Fuck Azazel for saying that aloud, and now fuck Jungkook for snickering about it to himself. You exhale tiredly as you tuck your hand underneath your cheek and force yourself to sleep, completely avoiding him. 
So what if you wanted to fucking jump his bones? It’s his fault for being so sexy. 
With a knowing smile and quirk of his brow, Jungkook leans over and turns the volume of the music down, continuing your journey under the dark sky with spangled stars. 
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Jungkook brings in the last of your luggage from the car into your motel room, setting down the heavy bags and suitcases in one-go. He appeared seriously fucking strong doing so, and suddenly the image of him hauling stuff like that was simply too hot to not watch. 
His shirt clings to his muscular body as he maneuvers your things around the room, filling up space the way it should. You laid on your tummy simply scrolling through your laptop, meant to be looking up the address of the club you’d received from Azazel. 
Instead, you watch Jungkook’s back muscles flex as he zips open his duffle bag, shuffling through his belongings. You genuinely wonder if it’s possible to be attracted to someone’s back. He’s just so incredibly broad and wide, his traps and shoulder blades adding to the breadth of his posterior. He seems strong enough to be able to manhandle you, but kind enough to be gentle about it. 
Suddenly you remember what your friends were all whispering about regarding Jungkook; the type of man that would let you do anything to him to gain your own pleasure. 
Fuck, would he ever let you ride his back? 
Jungkook stifles a laugh in his throat as his eyes shift to you, sexy smile on display with amused eyes. You become aware of your blatant ogling and hide behind the screen of your laptop, clearing your throat. 
“What’re you doing over there, angel?” 
You heat up once you realize he clearly saw you, though act as though absolutely nothing happened. “Nothing, I’m just researching the address we got.” 
You continue clicking through much of Google maps, only to find yourself coming up empty. That was the issue with the address you’d both earned from Azazel, it appeared like a normal address, though it didn’t show up on any maps or across the grand internet. 
“Have you found the exact address?” 
“Honestly, I’m having some trouble with it.” 
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows with a little confused noise, abandoning his things and joining you on the motel bed. He seats himself right next to you, and just as you begin explaining the conundrum, Jungkook leans in close and places a hand over your body. His fingers squish into the sheets next to you as he practically cages you on the bed, feeling a fluttering in your chest at his unusual proximity. The scent of his cologne mixed with the fabric softener he started to like set your nerves ablaze, never having expected Lucifer himself to smell so nice, be so suffocating. 
It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. He’s simply leaning over you to closely peer at the screen, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart race in your chest, feel his presence permeate your back. 
“What’s troubling you?” 
You struggle with your sentences before you can find feasible words, attempting to not stare at his thick thigh through his ripped jeans right in your face. “I-yeah. Um, did Azazel give us the right address? I can’t seem to find the club.” 
Jungkook hums in understanding, cutely pursing his lips. “I see. Let me take a look.” 
To your surprise, Jungkook leans down directly over your head to type on your laptop, and you attempt to not squeal at how incredibly proximal he is now. He covers all of your upper body so easily, and you suddenly wonder what it would be like if he were on top of you. 
He’d probably completely dominate me. 
You hear Jungkook breathe a scoff above you, tentatively peering up to find that in fact, his chin could’ve been resting atop your head. You watch his gorgeous, thick fingers type over your laptop then, searching diligently as you silently grow warmer underneath him. 
“Hmm, I see what you mean.” Jungkook chimes as he drifts into thought, also coming up dry. “Azazel shouldn’t have lied to me, the princes of hell are incapable of doing so.” 
You tilt your head and peer up at him, chin resting in your hands as you swing your legs back and forth over the mattress. “Why so?” 
Jungkook smirks devilishly, eyes flitting down to you. “They know the hell they’re in for if they do.” 
You roll your eyes, how typical of Lucifer. Jungkook ticks his head, however, as he thinks, trying to piece together what to do now. He brings his pointer finger and thumb to his chin, contemplating. 
“Can I see the paper Azazel gave us?” 
You fish it out of Jungkook’s leather jacket that you were in fact still wearing, presenting it to him. You watch Jungkook stare at the paper in his hand, scrutinizing the living hell out of it. You watch the gears in his head shift until finally, Jungkook has an ah-hah moment. 
He brings the piece close to his pink lips and gently blows over the paper. You watch in surprise as it smolders in accordance with Jungkook’s breath, suddenly small text emerging in a searing heat underneath the original address. 
‘Only those with wings can truly see.’
Jungkook cracks a scoff as he finally understands, laughing to himself. “Azazel, you damn bastard.” 
“What does it mean?” You query curiously. 
“You can’t see it, but I can.” Jungkook explains. He shows you the paper and runs underneath the first part of the text, indicating it to you. “‘Only those with wings’ means celestial beings like angels and demons, they both have wings. Humans can’t see the address or location unless they’re with a celestial being.” 
“Ohh,” you nod your head in acknowledgement. “That makes so much more sense. Google maps just kept showing me this dead-end alleyway.” 
Jungkook clicks his tongue as he ruffles your hair. “Should’ve been using that big brain of yours instead of staring at me, angel.” 
You scoff underneath him, peering up through narrowed slits. “Shut up, I wasn’t staring at you.” 
“You were pretty clearly staring at me, sweetheart. Next time you want a piece of this,” he gestures towards his brawny body. “You can let me know.” 
You pretend-vomit as you shove him away from you, Jungkook chuckling as you prop yourself back up. “Get away from me, your egotistical head is too big.” 
“Nuh-uh” Jungkook tuts with a finger. “I may be egotistical, but I know what I saw. Just tell me you want me and it’ll solve all your problems, angel.” 
“And who said I want you? It’s not like you want me.” 
“Did I ever say I didn’t want you?” 
Your eyes fall open in surprise, Jungkook merely staring at you with his mirthy eyes. He even dares tilt his head as he intensifies his gaze, growing too flustered to consider what he just said. He’s clearly only playing with you. 
“Whatever,” you wave him off. You grab the physical map you’d purchased at a convenience store. “Just fucking circle where we need to go on this.” 
You’re presenting a map to Jungkook for actual work, but he then cunningly swipes it from your grasp. “Wait a minute, what map exactly?” 
You grievously complain as Jungkook holds the map too high for your height, cursing his long arms and how much larger he is in comparison to you. You practically climb his strong body and lap to retrieve the flimsy thing, only for Jungkook to retract it every time you think you’re close. 
“You have to try harder than that, angel.” You breathe out a fed-up chuckle as you reach with all your might, wildly struggling as he simply giggles at your attempts. You finally snatch the map out of his hand and let out a triumphant ‘ah-hah!’
But just as you celebrate, Jungkook unbalances you with his grasp and the weight of his body sends you toppling over, falling back against the bed. Jungkook falters directly over you, his hands either side of your head as you stare up at him in shock. 
Your hands are sprawled either side of your head, round eyes regarding him with sheer surprise. You notice the way Jungkook’s knee has settled right between your legs, causing you to fidget. You swallow watching the smirk on his face grow, all too amused by the compromising position. 
“Mmm,” Jungkook suddenly hums. “For an ‘innocent’ angel you seem very comfortable as a bottom, huh?” 
You suck in an immediate breath, hating how much this position lights your nerves on fire. An arousal shoots through your core as you attempt to appear normal, countering his comment with your own. 
“Funny, you don’t seem much like a top.” You were lying straight through your teeth, and you goddamn knew it. But nothing else really mattered as you flit between Jungkook’s lips and his eyes that gleam with mischief, another typical characteristic of Lucifer, you thought. 
“Ouu,” Jungkook hisses. “You really are a liar, aren’t you?” 
You stare him down in challenge as he slowly leans down towards you, examining your every feature. “Wonder who taught such a pure angel like you to sin so much.” His voice is so condescendingly low, you couldn’t help but squish your thighs together. 
“And I wonder who taught such an arrogant asshole like you manners. They seemed to have left out personal space.” 
Jungkook hisses yet again, head dipping for a dry laugh before refocusing his almost lust-ridden, fiery eyes back on you. “We need to do something about that attitude. Angels don't talk back.” 
“One, I’m a human, not an angel.” You snark wittily. “And two, what exactly will you do about my attitude, King of hell?” 
Jungkook wets his lip slowly, taking his time with it. He very obviously flits down over your body before he arrives at your face, lowering himself even more as his fingers slide into yours against the mattress. His proximity shoots waves of arousal through you, your once dry core now fluttering with anticipation. 
Goosebumps blossom over your skin as Jungkook comes exactly face to face with you, lips mere inches from yours as your body loses control. 
“You have no clue what I’ve got in mind,” he whispers, his deep voice travelling through you and right to your dampening pussy. “But once I’m done with you, you won’t be so pure anymore, angel.” 
Your breath hitches as Jungkook maintains his heated closeness, eyes flickering down to your lips as he seems seconds from connecting them, petals brushing yours as you taste his breath… only to finally collect yourself. Registering this as Jungkook’s crazy Lucifer attraction, you quickly shove him off you with a loud huff as you sit up on the sheets, muttering almost incoherently. 
“I’m going to take a shower.” You attempt to shake all the dirty thoughts about him out of your system, slipping into your slippers and making towards your luggage. 
Jungkook chuckles before tonguing his cheek while you search through your things, his thumb swiping across his bottom lip. He props a leg up on the bed, leaning his elbow over his knee as he regards you. 
“We should eat dinner after your shower, human.” He nonchalantly says, as though absolutely nothing happened between you just now. Funny, you should’ve known Jungkook was playing, it’s practically the only trait Lucifer has. “You get to choose, remember.” 
“I do. You’ll have to eat whatever I want, though. No complaints.” You gain the courage to look him in the eye, and honestly laugh shyly when you find him very obviously checking you out. Or just looking? You didn’t know, but sitting like that while purposefully peering at you seemed evident enough. 
“No complaints here.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, ticking his head towards the shower. “Go, I’ll be here if you need anything.” 
You nod in response, and try to divert yourself from considering the fact that you’ll be in a room over from Jungkook, showering and naked. 
You wonder what he looks like naked. 
Jitters crawl all over your body and you snap yourself out of it, rapidly nabbing your clothes and rushing towards the bathroom without a single thought. You stand in the doorframe and peek back into the room, only to see Jungkook bouncing his brows just to tease you with a little wave, and you roll your eyes as you slam the door shut. 
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Shutting the shower nozzle close, you let out a sigh as you finish. You wanted to smack your head against the shower wall repeatedly, horrendously until it produced an answer for why in God’s name Jungkook made you feel like this. 
Why did you like him on top of you like that? Why were his lips so goddamn tempting? Maybe it really was the Lucifer effect he has on you and practically anyone he comes into contact with, but you groan once you realize this feels stronger. 
If it were merely the effect of Jungkook, then you shouldn’t like it so much, should you? It feels as though it isn’t an arbitrary attraction anymore, but rather a voluntary desire that keeps manifesting itself everytime you’re near him. Maybe the effect is just stronger on humans, you didn’t know. But what you did know is that you wanted him, and it did not originate from whatever spell Jungkook always manages to cast upon you. 
You smack your forehead as you emerge from the shower, spotting your clothes for tonight’s outing and drying yourself with a towel nearby. You wrap it around your chest as you proceed to apply moisturiser and your usual skin care routine, plugging in a blow dryer for your hair before sorting through your clothes for your undergarments. 
Only to realize, they weren’t here. 
You immediately gasp as a hand covers your agape mouth. Your dumbass really didn’t think to bring your bra and panties when you were angrily snatching your clothes in front of Jungkook. You feel dread overcome you as you contemplate needing to venture out into the motel room for your clothes, stepping anxiously in your spot as nerves flood your system. 
You take a deep breath once you realize that they’re merely your clothes, and whether or not Jungkook lets you live this down, at least you didn’t go completely commando out to dinner with him. 
Mustering every speck of courage in the world, you crack the bathroom door open to take a small glimpse, expecting to see Jungkook maybe sprawled on his bed and watching TV, but only finding an empty mattress. 
“Jungkook?” You call quietly, hoping for a response. You don’t hear anything though, sparking your light concern. You meander out a little further and call his name again, but gain no answer. You presume he could be out of your room right now, using this as your golden opportunity. You scamper towards your bag with all your delicates in only a measly towel, clutching it loosely from falling out of place as you scrounge through your bag. 
You rapidly put together a matching set and instantly zip your bag shut, barging it back into your suitcase. You swivel around to make a risky break for it, only to run smack dab into someone’s rock hard chest. Suppressing the desire to cry, you recognize it anywhere, complaining as you rub your forehead from the contact. 
“What are you doing?” 
Your face heats up, carefully meeting Jungkook’s gaze as you see him fully clothed, while you’re naked and wet underneath a towel. The thought pries your embarrassed eyes away from him, clutching your garments to your chest in order to conceal them, but his sharp eyes can clearly discern what they are.
Damn his Lucifer abilities.
“I-I’m sorry. I just forgot something..” Your eyes flit everywhere but at Jungkook, who stands firmly in place without even the slightest bit of shame, towering over you. 
“You could’ve asked me to grab them for you.” Jungkook proclaims, his voice velvet-like and practically serenading you. 
“This isn’t something you can exactly grab.” You state. “It’s embarrassing.” 
“What’s so embarrassing about you being a woman?” Jungkook suddenly asks, still unable to meet his gaze, and you’re honestly glad Jungkook doesn’t demand it out of you either. His voice seems softer now however, almost understanding you. 
“Nothing, but it’s just…” You trail, not feeling exactly uncomfortable about him here, but feeling quite bare and open. All your intimate parts are covered, yes, but the mere idea that only a layer separating him from witnessing what lies underneath leaves you almost mortified. What if you’re not desirable at all to him? What would he think about your stretch marks? Your scars? All the flaws that you adorn? 
It leaves you clutching the towel even tighter, the very thought making you swallow a wad down your throat. Jungkook seems to notice your unease, and his expression falls from one of his usual amusement to seriousness. 
He very carefully, and hesitantly juts out his hand towards your hair. He considerately watches your reaction as his fingers meet a certain strand dangling in your eyesight, and he gently casts it behind your ear. His fingertips naturally fall to your chin, and you instinctively peer at him as he holds you ever so delicately. 
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, Y/N. I’m not expecting anything from you.” Jungkook clarifies, his tone uber soft. “Is that what you think of me?” 
“No.. I just,” you pause, searching for better wording. “Don’t know what you’ll think of me.” 
Jungkook furrows his brows, as though contemplating how that’s even something you could say.  He light-heartedly laughs as he looks to the ground, then peers back up at you. His eyes have softened into those round orbs of coffee, noticing that his eyes actually had a tendency to emit this natural glow, almost like a shimmer of stars. 
“You really think I’d be the type of guy that judges a woman’s body? Or her bra and panties?” 
You suck in a breath listening to his pretty lips say those words, gently nibbling on your lip as your tentative sight meets his. 
“If there’s one thing you should know about me, angel.” Jungkook begins, still cradling your chin. “You never have to be ashamed of yourself around me. I’m Lucifer, baby. All your sins, your secrets, your darkest thoughts.. I got you.” 
Jungkook steps closer to you, closing the space between your bodies as he releases heat that only warms you up, both inside and on the outside. He then closes the space between you two ever so slowly, lip brushing your ear as he whispers. 
“Even the dirty ones.” 
 His words ignite a lustful fire inside you, wondering a million heart-pumping possibilities with him so close to you, but choosing your gratitude over your horniness. You and Jungkook are merely a team, not a relationship waiting to happen. And so you crack a smile as you find yourself gazing into his eyes, wondering where this was coming from, and contemplating that maybe Jungkook... really isn’t half bad. 
That was, until he opened his mouth. 
“But if you’re like a furry or something, I’m gonna have to pass.” 
You scoff as you propel his chest away from you, shooting a repulsed expression his way. “Let’s just go to dinner, jackass.” 
Jungkook laughs as he watches you march away, flickering back to scold him, but only seeing his lips curving into this rather attractive bunny-like smile, wondering why the fuck Lucifer had to be blessed with such cute lips. 
And also wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. You didn’t know you’d find out later that night, or that Jungkook is in fact hotter than hell. 
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hansolmates · 2 months ago
day by day | masterpost
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banner done by the iconic @dnrequests​/ @dee-ehn​
[하루 하루, haru haru] is the Korean word for 'day by day’ summary; a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together pairing; dilf!jungkook x best friend!reader (f) genre/warnings; angst, longing, pining, mc is a homebody, unrequited love (or is it?), potential idiots 2 lovers, best friends 2 lovers, but there’s a poopy ex-girlfriend, potential toxic relationship, alcohol use, explicit language, eventual fluff, eventual smut [taglist is OPEN]
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part 1; year one
01. the m-word jungkook’s baby calls you the m-word just as he and his ex-girlfriend return from a night out 
02. dr. feel good  you and the doctor in-house have a conversation about life 
03. my bestie jungkook feels guilty for holding you back 
04. awkward ohs you don’t understand why jungkook is suddenly so pissy
05. one year, my love  celebrating the first of many of haru’s birthday with jungkook (and sena)
06. champagne lane you and jungkook have your own little celebration by the lake
part 2; year 3 
07. common law marriage you and jungkook finally do the thing you’ve been talking about since haru’s first birthday
08. so this is love you and jungkook get the full disney experience, cliche love story included
09. back to reality  all you and haru want to do is go back home and take a nice long rest
10. silent night while you wait, unexpected closure finds their way to you
11. day by day jungkook makes a decision for his family
final; and many more — aka, your family wraps up a decade of love
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sugasbabiie · 2 months ago
Slip’N Slide || JJK
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Summary: All you wanted was to relax and enjoy your out of town summer vacation with family and friends. Add Jeon Jungkook to the equation, and your trip becomes a nightmare. It's been three weeks since your break up and you've done a great job avoiding him this whole trip. But when your ex makes you an offer you cannot deny, you realize that maybe it's been hell living without him.
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↪ Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
↪ Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Exes to Lovers, VacationAU, PWP/oneshot
↪ Rating: R
↪ Word Count: 3.3k
↪ Warnings: unprotected sex, face riding, orgasm denial, bdsm themes, oral sex(f. receiving), spanking, light choking & breath play, biting/scratching/marking, rough/angry sex, exhibitionism/outdoor sex, creampie, clothed sex, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation to be safe, they almost get caught, soft Dom!JK/Sub!reader, water sex?, make up sex, the floaty scene is totally possible, trust me, overstimulation, both of them are clowns, JK is whipped and proud, I think that’s about it.
↪ A/N: I’ve had a rough week, and this fic took me entirely too long to write. Anyway, thanks @jamaisjoons​ for helping me come up with this title. I had a lot of fun with it lol. Another special thanks to @eatjeanjin​ for beta’ing this and improving my trash lol. She also helped with the summary. I hope you all enjoy this little pwp that I have no excuse for. 
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“You’ve got to be fucking with me.”
 All you wanted was a morning swim on your last day at the beach house that you and your friends rented. Is that too much to ask for?
 You have managed to avoid your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook, this entire trip. Now, on the last day, he just so happens to be lying by the pool when you decide to come out for a dip. Why must you have the worst of luck?
 You and Jungkook had an argument about three weeks ago; he pissed you off so much that you left your shared apartment and went to stay with your sister. He called, repeatedly, for about a week and a half, but that’s it. It’s as if he doesn’t even care that you are upset, and that—makes you even angrier with him. Does he not care about your relationship anymore?
 Since the argument, the two of you haven’t spoken or have been alone with each other…until now.
 There are really only two options for you to choose from at this moment: you could go back inside and wait for everyone else to wake up  around noon, or you could just go to the beach. But to do that, you’d have to bypass Jungkook—who is resting comfortably on a lounger in nothing but some shorts, a pair of shades, and an opened button-down. His well-defined abs are on display for the world to see, and the way his honey skin is glistening due to the beaming sun, all you want to do is go over there and–
 “Yeah, I need to get out of here.” You whisper to yourself.
 You decide to take your chances and sneak past your ex, who also appears to be asleep. You couldn’t think of any reason for his cocky ass to just lie there while you’re staring at him. He’d definitely say something if he catches you.
 Quietly, you make your way across the pool area, tiptoeing as you approach the row of chairs where Jungkook is relaxing. The other chairs are too close together for you to slip by, and if you move them, they’ll make a bunch of noise. Unfortunately for you, there is only one way out.
 Using the small amount of adrenaline coursing through your body, you attempt to make quick steps towards the gates that lead to the sandy beach. You’re only a few feet away. This should be easy, right?
 “Hey.” Jungkook grabs your wrist just as you’re passing by. Fuck, he wasn’t asleep. Your head turns to his direction, face twisted in a scowl that he ignores. “Come sit on my face.”
 You roll your eyes.
 “Jungkook, why in the hell would I do that?” You ask, shaking your head in disbelief. He can’t be serious right now. He hasn’t spoken to you in weeks and now he wants to eat you out.
 “Because I’m bored…” he whines childishly, a tiny pout on his lips. “And because you look good…”
 Jungkook brings your hand to his nose and nuzzles against your skin. “And you smell good.” He sneaks an open-mouthed kiss on the back of your hand. “And of course, you taste good too…fucking delicious.”
 Your ex-boyfriend continues to leave a trail of kisses up to your forearm. For a moment, you forget about everything that’s happened and surrender to the feeling of having his lips on you again. But then his teeth graze your flesh, and it snaps you out of your trance.
 “Can you stop?” You groan, pretending like you weren’t enjoying it.
 He scoffs, taking off his glasses and tossing them on the chair beside him. “You don’t want me to stop, and I’m barely touching you. You could walk away right now if you want. But we both know that you aren’t going anywhere, so be a good girl and sit on my face like I told you to.”
 “Fuck Y/N, I’m not asking you to stop being mad at me. All I said was come and let me eat you out. You’re going to let a little petty disagreement stop you from getting off? After I’m done, you can take your pretty little ass to wherever the hell you were going to and not say another word to me.”
 Your mouth opens to argue, but the words get caught in your throat when his tongue darts out to lick his lip. Suddenly, you’re getting all hot and bothered by the presence of the man in front of you instead of being annoyed. Fuck, why is he like this?
 “Fine, but that’s all we’re doing.” You huff, hiking up your tiny sarong so it doesn’t rip. You climb on the lounger, straddling over Jungkook with your knees planted on each side of his head, your pussy hovering over his face. 
 “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You just worry about keeping still while I’m eating you out because you are a squirmer, babe.” He mumbles before kissing your inner thigh.
 Jungkook’s lips leave a trail of wet hot kisses up to the hem of your bikini, making your breath hitch. He then takes the fabric between his teeth and pulls it aside, using his pinky finger to keep it in place while he focuses on your center. “Beautiful.” He whispers, his breath fanning against your sensitive clit.
 “Jungkook!” you gasp, and he simply shushes you.
 “Patience, baby.” He warns, spreading your folds to ogle at how soaked you are for him. “Wet already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”
 A wave of embarrassment washes over you, and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck and face. Jungkook’s favorite thing to do is tease you, so he’s probably having a blast watching you in this state. “Let’s see if she misses me just as much as you do.”
 “I don’t…AHH!” Jungkook flattens his tongue and drags it slowly between your folds,  moaning when your juices hit his taste buds.
 Your hand immediately covers your own mouth in an attempt to hide the cry that you allowed to slip past your lips. He swirls it around your clit a few times before taking the bud into his mouth, sucking gently until you can’t control yourself anymore.
 You haven’t had an orgasm in weeks; you’ve been too busy with work and preparing for this trip. When you get in bed at night, you pass out as soon as your head hits the pillow. It doesn’t take much to get you going, and Jungkook knows exactly what to do to get you where you need to be.
 He switches from sucking to licking swiftly at the bundle of nerves, not stopping for a second to give himself a break. Your hips instinctively make small circles around the wet muscle, matching his pace while your fingers pinch and roll your nipples over your swim top.
 Jungkook pulls a string of your bottoms to grant him a little more access to your heat. He’s now able to hook both his arms under you and bring you closer to his face, his iron grip locking you in place so he can deliver his final ministrations.
 He sucks on your clit again, harder than the last time, and the sensation is electrifying.
 “Jungkook…” you moan, your fingers slowly combing through his purple locks. Your ex-boyfriend hums around your bud, satisfied that you’re finally touching him and giving in to the pleasure he’s giving you.
 The vibrations combined with the tiny nibbles to the sensitive area have your orgasm creeping up with no warning. You grip his hair, and your nails graze his scalp as you struggle to gain control, but Jungkook isn’t having any of that. His strong arms still your movements and force you to accept every single thing he gives you until you’re falling apart above him.
 “Shit, I’m coming!” you hiss, trying to pry away from him, but he doesn’t let go. “Baby…” you whine due to the sensitivity.
 He releases your clit with a wet pop after you’ve slapped his arm a million times. You sigh and slump over on all four, allowing Jungkook to slide from underneath you, and he does. Once you’ve steadied your breathing, you become aware of what has happened and how much more you actually want.
 Though you’re pissed with him, you miss your boyfriend and how good he makes you feel. But are you willing to put your pride aside and give in entirely? Maybe he will pity you and not make you beg for it.
 “Something wrong?” He asks with amusement in his voice.
 You can feel him staring at you, and all you want to do is hate him enough to walk away, but you can’t. You somehow find the courage to stand and face him, but that proves to be a big mistake. He looks so fucking handsome standing there with that stupid smirk spread across his face.
 “You know what, never mind. I won’t be a dick.” He says, stepping closer and snaking an arm around your waist. He leans in and kisses your cheek, then makes his way to your ear, the small action making your head spin. “But if you want my cock again, you’ll have to prove it because you walked out on me, remember?”
 His mouth travels down your neck, then back up again, pulling you further into his grasp. You grip his large biceps, trying to keep your balance as Jungkook sweeps you away with nothing but his lips and words. “Is that what you want to do? Hm?”
 He comes up to meet your eyes, and you can only nod. You can only think about one thing right now and that is to have Jungkook inside of you again. When his eyebrow perks up, revealing this silver piercing that you love probably a little more than you should, you know he wants a verbal response.
 “Yeah, Jungkook. I miss you.” You confess trying to pull him in for a kiss, but he denies you.
 “Come prove it.” He taunts, guiding you towards the pool.
 Jungkook leads you to where the stairs of the pool begin and shrugs off his shirt. His tattooed muscular body comes into view, making him hotter than the late morning heat. You watch as he climbs on one of the extra-large pink flamingo floats effortlessly, looking at you expectantly when he’s situated and laying on his back.
 You scoff. “No fucking way.”
 “You want some dick, no?” he counters, resting his head on the hump of its tail. “Better get your ass over here before I change my mind.”
 Jungkook rolls his eyes, trying to act annoyed, but you can see the smile threatening to reveal itself.
 “Come to the third step and slide under the railing. It won’t move if you climb onto the middle. Just take your time. No one can see us over here.”
 You have no idea why you let Jungkook talk you into all types of crazy shit. But here you are, praying you don’t humiliate yourself while trying to climb on this pool float so you can ride your boyfriend’s cock. Jungkook does a good job keeping it steady as you carefully maneuver towards the center.
 Once you’ve straddled Jungkook’s lap, you finish removing your bottoms, only leaving you in your sarong in case you have to ‘play it cool.’
 “Good girl,” he praises. He hastily lowers the waistband of his shorts, freeing his stiff length and slaps you ass with it. You wiggle your hips playfully to give him a sneak peek of what's to come. “Someone’s eager. Why don’t you take a seat on it, hm?”
 He doesn’t have to ask you twice. You grip his thighs and lift your butt so he can align the tip with your entrance, sinking down on it as soon as the head has pushed through your opening. “Easy baby, just take your time.”
 You follow his instructions, slowly situating yourself on his length and sighing when you finally have his dick inside of you. It takes you a few seconds to get comfortable and adjust, but once you do, you immediately spring into action.
 Your excitement soon turns into fear when the float almost topples over, and your mistake earns you a smack to the ass. “Jungkook, we’re going to fall!” you hiss.
 He slaps your ass again for your outburst, and the sting makes you moan in response. “Oh, you like that, huh? You just got so tight. You better not fall because if you do, I’ll bend you over and fuck you until you’re drooling all over yourself, then pull out right before you come. Don’t try me today, Y/N. You’ve fucked up, now ride my dick and make me feel better.”
 Your mouth falls open, and you thank the heavens nothing came out because you know he’s serious. He’s done it before and left you hot and bothered for days. You don’t want that, so you swallow your pride and attempt to find the best position.
 If you use his legs to steady yourself and keep yourself upright, the float doesn’t rock as much. When you’re confident with your posture, you get back to work, and you know the man beneath you is enjoying the view. He pushes your outerwear up and taps your ass just to watch it jiggle.
 “Your cunt is so greedy today, baby.” Jungkook compliments, scooping water from the pool and splashing it all over you and making it harder for you to fold your position. You’re struggling to stay in control, but you don’t complain, especially when you hear Jungkook’s little whines and moans coming from behind you. You both are close. “Arch your back a little bit more for me, sweetheart. I wanna see how well this pretty pussy takes my cock.”
 Jungkook’s voice is so shaky. He’s barely able to get his words out. Your thighs burn from the strain of balancing yourself on the float, but you keep going until---
 “Yeah, Y/N must have gone to the beach because I can’t find her anywhere.”
 Your sister’s voice coming from the balcony makes you freeze, but Jungkook is quick to take action. “Take a deep breath.”
 He wraps an arm around your waist and smoothly rolls off the inflatable flamingo, completely submerging you both in water with his dick still buried deep inside of you. Thankfully, you inhaled in time because your boyfriend is coming up with another one of his plans.
 Jungkook moves under the raft and drags you to the stairs, sitting you on his lap and bringing your heads to the surface. You both take a few seconds to catch your breath as he’s scanning the balcony for your sister. “She’s gone back inside, but we need to hurry this up.” He says, standing you up and instructing you to sit in his previous spot on the stairs.
 “Maybe we should just go inside, Jungkook.” You suggest.
 “Woman, my dick would be blowing a big fat load all over your sexy little body right now if I weren’t holding it. Do you really think my brain could handle seeing you walk out of this pool dripping wet in a mesh sarong? Not a chance. Hold on to the railing. I need to come.” He states, making your mouth fall open for the umpteenth time this morning.
 He lifts your lower body out of the water, spreads your thighs apart, then slides right in, resuming the same pace you set before you were interrupted. You hold on to the metal bar for your dear life, but when Jungkook leans down and starts leaving marks on your neck, you abandon it and hold onto him like a koala.
 “You feel so good, baby. So wet and tight for me, like always.” He praises, making your body shudder. He has to hold you close, so you don’t bounce out of the pool due to his powerful thrusts. “I cannot believe you took this pussy away from me. What were you thinking, Y/N?” he mumbles against your neck while his hand squeezes your throat.
 “I’m sorry…FUCK!” you sob, clawing at his back when he goes deeper. “I wasn’t thinking. I just left.”
 Jungkook releases the pressure but keeps his hand positioned in the same area. “I’m sorry too, baby. I was a dick, and you were right to be upset. But don’t leave like that again; I was so worried.” He grunts, his movements faltering as his orgasm approaches.
 Your eyes roll back as he uses his last ounce of strength to reach between you and find your clit, flicking the bud until you’re crying out his name. Jungkook presses his lips against yours to muffle your sounds while he continues to help you through your orgasm. He gives you all he has before he has to succumb to his own pleasure and fill you up with his hot seed.
 You moan into his mouth, happy to finally reunite with the warm sticky feeling between your thighs. Jungkook smiles against your lips, swiftly moving you up to the edge of the pool before anything drips into the pool.
 He slips out of you and stuffs his softened length back in his shorts before reaching for the pink float and grabbing your bottoms. He helps you get them on again, tying the sides for you while you comb through his wet hair.
 “Do you even remember why you were mad at me?” he asks softly.
 Well, damn. Straight to the point.
 “Not really.” You shake your head, earning a chuckle from Jungkook. “I remember you telling me to fuck off, though.”
 It’s Jungkook’s turn to shake his head at you now.
 “Y/N, I wasn’t even talking to you. I was on the phone, and Yoongi was calling me ‘pussy whipped,’ which I probably am, and I don’t care but still… I would never say that to you. I was just pretending like I said it to be petty.” He admits and continues his explanation“…just didn’t expect you to walk out on me. I love you so much, and I have definitely learned my lesson.” 
 “I love you too, Jungkook.  And it wasn’t right to just leave without a word either; that was a bitch move.” You murmur, standing up to go take a shower.
 Jungkook follows, grabbing your hand to get your attention before you go any further. “So, does this mean that you forgive me?”
 You smile, allowing him to snake an arm around you, pulling you close.
 “Yeah, of course. Do you?” you inquire.
 “Yes! Now can you please pack your shit so I can bring your pretty ass home!? I miss you! I just want to cuddle and watch movies and–”
 “Get some action every morning before work again because it’s the only thing that can get you through the day?” You interrupt.
 That adorable bunny smile makes an appearance as if he’s the most innocent being on this planet, and you smack his bare chest playfully.
 “Oww…” he whines dramatically, and you roll your eyes, making him pout. “I just really want you home again. It isn’t the same without you there.”
 “Oh, I know it isn’t,” you agree, a smirk forming on your lips. “I wasn’t the one begging for the other to sit on their face.” You remind him as you’re walking away.
 Jungkook stands there in awe, watching your ass as you head towards the house. You don’t even look back when you call out to him before you slip inside  through the glass door.
 “You better be in that shower by the time I’m done bathing, Jungkook! Or I’ll make sure everyone hears how whipped you really are!”
 You hear him yelling ‘yes, ma’am’ just as the door closes, and you nod approvingly.
 “Let’s see how much mouth he has when he’s doing all the work.” 
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bubblebeom · 5 months ago
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Getting Closer [M] 
Pairing: Wonwoo x Fem!reader x Mingyu Tags: 10.8k, Roommate AU, Close friends to VERY close friends, friends to lovers, fluff, humor, self-indulgence, SMUT. [Part 1 of 3] Summary: As it turns out, you could learn a few things about yourself from your roomies who are far more attuned to your needs than you thought.
Warnings: *nervous laughter* language, unprotected sex (mxf), threesome (mxfxm), oral (m/f), fingering (f), voyeurism, kink talk, dom/sub themes, dom!wonwoo, pet names, praise, choking (f), breast play, marking, biting, crying kink, teasing/chastising, manhandling, subspace, aftercare. That should cover it.
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“She won’t come out of her room…”
“No, no. I tried that already. She hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday but she refused breakfast. No, she won’t talk to me. She just kinda grumbled about leaving her alone.”
Your roommate, Mingyu, wearily eyes your bedroom door from where he’s pacing in the kitchen on the phone with your other housemate, Wonwoo. 
“Yeah, I left a bottle of water and a snack by the bed. I haven’t checked to see if she’s touched them though, hold on,” Mingyu silently pads across the floor to peek through your door again, holding the phone to his ear as Wonwoo waits patiently in the cereal aisle of the grocery store a few minutes away.
Your body is still completely hidden underneath the comforter but Mingyu’s gaze catches on the tiny black and red octopus plushie on your bedside table in place of the things he’d left for you. Instead of the cute smiling face it usually offers, you’ve flipped it inside out to show the opposite expression indicating to Mingyu that you did not want his company. At least you took the water and snack he left.
He closes the door as quietly as possible and steps back toward the kitchen. “Code red bro. She’s got the plushie out and it’s in rage mode.”
“What?! No, angry octopus means ‘No-Go’ and I am not about to get yelled at because you want me to go in there and find out what’s up.”
“Yeah, well. You’re braver than I am, ok. She’s small and feral. Just come home soon. I’m worried about her but I don’t wanna lose an eye.”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes and quickly wraps up his shopping for the three of you, striding down a few more aisles to grab supplies for what he is almost positive will be happening in the next few days.
 He laughs to himself when he thinks about the last time Mingyu had tried to talk to you when your little mood plush was flipped inside out. You’d absolutely lost your mind the second he came in and he tripped over your bag by the door, landing directly on his ass as you whipped a pillow in his direction. It missed him, but it closed the door right in his face. 
You had promptly started your period four days later.
Mingyu is still in the kitchen when Wonwoo comes through the door, scrubbing every inch of surface for what is probably the third time because he’s stress cleaning. He was so sensitive to your moods which had always intrigued Wonwoo. Similarly, you seemed to read Mingyu’s emotions like a book and it surprised him every damn day that you two weren’t secretly dating.  
That’s not to say you weren’t close with Wonwoo. It was just...different, in a good way of course. Wonwoo never really had close female friends growing up and he was surprised how well he and you got on right from the start. You had similar personalities and tendencies which often cracked Mingyu up. Especially when he watches you and Wonwoo shuffle around the house first thing in the morning, subconsciously doing everything in sync. 
Wonwoo moved and you moved with him like a little shadow.
You’ve all lived together for the past two years in relative harmony, small irregular bickering here and there but you were all pretty close and living together worked. It made sense and none of you were considering changing that anytime soon, none eager to disrupt such a well functioning dynamic as you navigated the early years of adulthood together. 
Wonwoo drops a few bags on the counter and Mingyu nearly jumps out of his skin, glaring at Wonwoo with his hand over his heart. “You’re so dramatic,” He chuckles, glancing over at the taller man. “Where is our little monster? I take it she hasn’t come out yet?”
“No,” Mingyu sighs, running a hand through his messy hair, “Pretty sure I heard growling in there at some point though.”
Wonwoo laughs at that. “Good. That means she’s not sad or crying. We can fix simmering rage.”
Mingyu huffs under his breath, tossing his cleaning rag into the sink to help put away groceries. “If she would let me hug her more often, she would be less angry.”
“More than ten times a day? You’re being greedy.”
“I do not hug her ten times a day,” He closes a cabinet a little harder than expected and winces at the offending sound, “Ok. I’m clingy but she’s small and cute...when she’s in a good mood, which thankfully is more often than not, and who else is going to hug me? You?”
Wonwoo leans back against the counter and opens his arms wide, a smug smile firmly in place, and Mingyu flicks him off. “I was kidding, can we fix y/n now? I miss her.”
Thirty seconds later they’re both standing outside your bedroom door and because Mingyu is nearest to the door handle, Wonwoo expects him to open it but Mingyu just rocks on his heels, looking anywhere else. “Really?” Wonwoo huffs before twisting the knob and pushing the door open. 
The room is still dark but neither of them move to turn on the lights in the room. That would surely piss you off, instead, Mingyu grabs a small remote off your dresser and turns on the fairy lights wrapped around the window, bookshelves, and desk in the corner. It’s plenty of lighting for the small room and people like fairy lights, right?
Wonwoo sits right on the bed next to you, about where your shoulders should be and you immediately scrunch up into a tense ball, tugging your limbs close to your chest as you lay on your side under the cover of the blankets. “I’m not coming out Gyu!”
“And why the hell is that?”
The deep voice confuses you and you peek your eyes from behind the blanket to see Wonwoo staring down at you while Mingyu awkwardly stands by the dresser a few feet away, watching. With a frustrated groan you duck back under the covers. “Why are you even here?” Your voice comes out as a whine and Wonwoo rolls his eyes. 
“I live here,” He retorts sourly. “Are you going to tell us why you’re hiding or should we play mind reader?”
They can both hear you mimicking Wonwoo under your breath and your subsequent squeal when Wonwoo’s hand strikes your thigh. It’s cushioned by the comforter hiding your body of course but the surprise of the impact still shocks you. “Be nice and stop acting like a brat. You’re making Mingyu anxious.”
That sure makes the guilt twist in your gut. With a long sigh you sit up, letting the blankets fall around your waist as you look up at Mingyu, still oddly standing a few feet away, chewing his bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Gyu. Come here.”
Your arms are open and your voice has softened but Mingyu regards you with narrowed eyes as he tentatively takes one step closer. “Are you gonna throw something at me?”
You purse your lips and drop your arms, crossing them in front of your chest. “Do you want a hug or not?”
It takes all of two seconds for him to crawl into the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull your back against his chest. He drops his head in the crook of your neck and you stifle the inappropriate noise bubbling in your chest. He’s so big and warm and... this is exactly why you didn’t want Mingyu in your room. 
“I don’t like it when you’re upset,” He breathes against your already flushed skin, “Tell us how to fix it, please?”
“I didn’t mean to make you worry. I swear, I’m fine though I just...need a little space. I’m in a shitty mood and I didn’t want to take it out on you guys.”
Mingyu’s hold on you falters at your mention of needing space and he moves to pull back but you grip his forearms, wrapping them around your middle again. “Maybe not that much space.”
The giant teddy bear is pleased with this so he continues hugging you and you happily let him until Wonwoo’s voice cuts through the little bubble of peace. “When’s the last time you got laid?”
Your entire body floods with the heat of embarrassment, and arousal. Mingyu’s arms twitch, squeezing a little tighter than necessary but all you can do is stare at Wonwoo. He’s entirely serious, the bastard. No smug grin, no suggestive eyebrows. He’s simply looking at you, expecting an honest answer to his question. 
“Why would you even ask me that?”
He levels you with a look that dares you to lie to him. “Answer the question.”
“Three months. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Retract the claws, ok?” Wonwoo shifts on the bed, making himself comfortable. “I’m doing simple math here since you won’t admit what’s up. You’re a creature of habit, you know that right?”
Neither you nor Mingyu say anything, too stunned to speak and Wonwoo continues. “I always know when you’re about to start your period. Four or five days before you start you’re sleepy, irritable, you distance yourself from us, and you’re ridiculously horny.”
“Wonwoo!” You grab the blankets, pulling them up to bury your face. He is so not going there but suddenly the light bulb turns on in Mingyu’s head. 
“Wait- that’s why you’re avoiding us? You have a vibrator, don’t you?”
Please, please let this be some sick, twisted fever dream. 
You turn your head to look up at him in horror. “H-how in the hell would you know that?!”
“My bedroom is right next to your bedroom and you’re not very quiet,” He smiles. Actually smiles and you beg your mattress to just swallow you whole. “I distinctly remember hearing you use it last night, more than once.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve listened? More than once?!”
“Would you rather I come knock on the door to tell you to quiet down?” He raises his eyebrows, looking down at you incredulously. 
You look away only to meet Wonwoo’s eyes, still boring into you, assessing. “It’s not working, is it? You can’t get off and that’s why you’re so frustrated.”
“Again! That is none of your business!” You thrust a foot out from beneath your blankets to kick him off the bed but he’s much faster than you anticipated and his hand latches around your ankle with a vice grip. 
“Didn’t I tell you to stop acting like a brat? We’re trying to help you.”
“The only way you can ‘help me’ is to get out of my room and pretend this conversation never happened!” You try pulling your leg loose but it’s futile. His strong grip doesn’t falter and with Mingyu’s body behind you, there is no way to scoot out of reach. 
“I know a way we can help you though.” Mingyu’s voice is unmistakably deeper than before and you freeze, eyes wide as you stare at Wonwoo, whose lips are slowly curving into a positively devious grin. 
“You’re not seriously suggesting-”
“That we put you out of your misery and make you come as many times as you need? Yes, we’re offering.”
You have half a mind to reach for the water bottle under your sheets and toss it at Wonwoo’s stupidly handsome face. How could he be so nonchalant about offering to fuck you?! Or suggest that they both do?
“That’s no- You guys! We're friends, we live together! This isn’t like a random hook up and we’ll never see each other again. Are you crazy?”
Wonwoo rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time that morning. “It’s just sex. We’ve all seen each other somewhat naked at some point living together and Mingyu here just admitted to listening to you get off so honestly you’re already halfway there.”
Mingyu chokes out a laugh against your hair and your jaw unhinges slightly. 
“Those things do not all add up to sex! You guys are insane. What if it’s awkward? What if it’s not awkward and it’s really great and I want to do it again? I’m not a random hookup kind of girl. You know this.”
“If it’s great why wouldn’t we do it again?” Wonwoo replies smoothly, brows furrowed as if that should have been obvious to you.
You bite your lip furtively, your gaze falling upon Mingyu’s strong arms wrapped around your body and you can feel his thighs pressed against yours, caging you in. His firm chest moves against your shoulders each time he breathes and it leaves you questioning every single moral you’d ever been taught. Surely, thou shalt not covet thy roommates should have been one of them. 
Finally, the words fall from your lips before you can change your mind. “I don’t know how to do this with more than one person but we could try?”
Wonwoo grins like the cat who caught the canary at the same time Mingyu softly kisses the crown of your head. “We can figure it out,” He says, warm tendrils of breath tickling your hair. “Let us know if you want to stop, ok?”
You nod your head and Wonwoo moves closer, “Say it out loud.”
“I understand,” You tell him, not backing down from the challenge in his eyes. 
Wonwoo smirks as he leans forward, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck to pull you in until you’re close enough to feel each other’s breath upon your faces but far enough that Wonwoo can meet your eyes. His tone is fatally teasing when he tilts his head, lips brushing against yours and says, “Ask for it.”
Mingyu snickers behind you and you’re so close to saying something slick but Mingyu’s finger dips into the collar of your t-shirt, pulling it aside before placing a wet kiss at the base of your throat and it’s game over. “Please...kiss me.”
Wonwoo is powerful but still so sensual and alluring. He has you falling further and further into him without trying but Mingyu doesn’t seem to mind, bowing over your back to continue marking up and down the column of your throat. He playfully runs his tongue along a vein as Wonwoo’s slips into your mouth and the two of them together make your head spin. 
Wonwoo pulls away too soon for your liking but Mingyu’s hand is already reaching for your face, turning it toward himself before he slots his lips over yours. They’re so soft and warm, wet from the work he’s already done against your skin. Wonwoo’s hands slide under the blanket still across your lap and up the tops of your thighs until he brushes the material of your underwear just over your hips. 
A sudden thought makes you break away from Mingyu’s lips despite his protest but he quickly busies himself at your throat again, one hand still bracing the right side of your face as you lean into it to give him as much room as possible. “I don’t have condoms. Like I’m on birth control and I’d prefer none, but if you want one that’s totally fine, you’ll just have to go grab some.”
“I’m good without. Gyu?” 
Mingyu groans deeply, teeth nipping your skin. “Can I come inside?”
Pleasure rolls up your spine and your vision becomes disoriented for a brief moment after he says that. Your back arches, body taught with firing nerves when you whisper back. “God, yes please.”
Your answer pleases him and he kisses the side of your face, “Mmm, thank you. I’m good then.”
Mingyu is very handsy with you on a normal day. It’s innocent, lots of hugging, head patting, cheek poking, couch cuddling and it’s rather delightful that the same habits carry over into the bedroom. His hands and lips do not leave your skin but for only a single moment to allow Wonwoo the space to pull your t-shirt over your head and he’s right back to it, skimming his hands up the sides of your exposed breasts and dropping kisses to your bare shoulders. 
Wonwoo is different. He’s never been one to be overly physical with you but boy did he have a habit of making you squirm. Your jokes to one another always bordered flirtation but it was you who too often would have to turn away, cheeks unbearably hot from his playful gaze. He was the reigning champion in that game. 
The way he looks at you now makes you hot all over. His eyes trail over your smooth skin, resting briefly upon your breasts before falling to your covered core. He reaches out and you make eye contact as he dips two fingers in the front of your panties, simply playing with the waistband but you stop them short with four simple words. “This is so weird.”
Mingyu tilts your whole body to the side so he can look at you, concern clear on his face. “Weird hot or like it’s weird, you want to stop?”
“No, no!” You shake your head furiously, “Weird hot! Sorry- I just, I’m still processing. I don’t want to stop though.”
Wonwoo leans forward and kisses you softly, once, twice. Mingyu adds a third to your temple. “Would you feel better if we took our clothes off too?”
“Yes, please,” You hum and the two of them get out of bed, leaving you colder than you’d expected. 
The second their shirts hit the floor, so does your jaw. For some unknown reason, it was uncommon for them to walk around the house without a shirt. You knew they both spent plenty of time in the gym and it definitely paid off, you could tell that without them taking anything off. As you look down, you realize maybe it’s not to cover their gloriously mesmerizing torsos. 
Maybe they wear those long shirts and hoodies around the house to hide their alarmingly large and distracting packages clearly visible beneath the cotton of their sweatpants they wore so often.
“I don’t know if I should be mad or say thank you for hiding that all this time,” You choke out, gesturing up and down their bodies. “Shirts are banned in the house from now on.”
Mingyu smirks, hands fiddling with his waistband already slung low on his hips, “We were trying to be polite.”
“Well, stop it.”
Wonwoo reaches for your hand and tugs you out of bed to stand in front of him. He never breaks eye contact as he places your hand in the center of his chest and slowly drags it downward. Your small hand catches on every ridge of muscle over his abdomen until he’s guided you beneath his sweats right over the silky material of his briefs covering his cock, squeezing your fingers over it with shit eating grin. “Lucky for you, I have no problem being impolite.”
Pause. Rewind. That was the hottest thing you’d ever experienced to date and if it weren’t for the way the doorbell rang, startling you all out of the moment, you would have come untouched. Wonwoo is the first to move and you almost beg him to ignore it. “I’ll go check it out. Don’t wait on me.”
You’re so busy watching Wonwoo exit the room that you nearly shriek when Mingyu effortlessly lifts up and you cling for fear of falling, wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly. He laughs at your surprise but it's quickly muffled when you kiss him again, not bothering with teasing this time. Instead it’s just dirty. All tongue and teeth as you suck on his bottom lip while he kneads your ass in his large hands. 
You cling to him as he crawls back into bed, only letting go when he settles your body high among the pillows and pulls away from your lips to kiss your breasts, sucking your pert nipples into his hot, warm mouth and flicking his tongue over them repeatedly. The sensation causes your unbridled moaning and whimpering as he moves on, kissing down your belly until his teeth bite at the material of your panties. 
He recklessly kisses and tongues at the material until you're begging him to take them off. His smile is absolutely gorgeous when he winds his fingers through your waistband and drags them down your legs. Fully exposed to him, you try to hide away but Mingyu doesn’t allow it. His hands find purchase on the back of your thighs and he holds you open to him, making himself comfortable on the bed before licking his lips and kissing you right over your clit. 
“If I make you come on my tongue before he gets back you have to sleep in my room for the next week.”
His breath is maddeningly hot against your core and you’re desperate for him to repeat the action. “What- I, why?” He cuts you off with another wet kiss and your eyes nearly roll back in your head. 
“You never sleep with me. I wanna cuddle with you.”
“Jesus, Gyu! You’re literally between my legs and you’re thinking about cuddl-ah! Ok, yes! Fine!”
Never in your life had you had a man absolutely devour your cunt the way Mingyu was currently. It wasn’t tentative nor teasing, it was fucking worship. He dragged his tongue over you again and again, stopping to suck your clit into his mouth before he pulled back just far enough to let a small amount of saliva spill from his lips onto your warm pussy and you nearly screamed when he blew over the wetness, a shock of pleasure pinging every nerve in your body in warning. 
It was messy and beautiful and if it weren’t for Mingyu’s large hands anchoring you to his mouth, you would have arched so high off the mattress you’d practically ascend. It was unholy how quickly your orgasm built and if you had half a mind, you’d be embarrassed by how turned on you were, how desperate and pliant you were under your friend’s touch. It made you wonder why in the ever loving fuck you’d kept him at a distance for so long and when his tongue twisted, dipping into your hole, you cried. 
That was how Wonwoo found you when he’d returned a few minutes later. Mingyu’s face buried between your legs, your hands tangled in the hair on either side of his head with your body shaking, mouth open with the most desperate moaning and whining slipping from your lips as you came hard on his tongue. He continues his kisses, tongue darting out every few seconds just to feel your body convulse at the connection until you’re left a shivering, whimpering mess on the bed. 
“She’s gonna slip if you don’t slow down,” Wonwoo’s deep voice sounds like it’s near the doorway coming closer, at least, you think it is. Things are a little fuzzy. 
Mingyu backs off and slowly lowers your legs, hands rubbing broad circles atop your thighs to help ground you. Wonwoo is now at your side though you don’t remember seeing him move and his warm hand is on your face, wiping away tears you hadn’t realized escaped. It feels really wonderful and you smile up at him dazedly. 
“Hey, look at me,” Wonwoo squeezes your cheeks in his grip and your eyes focus on his finally, “There she is. How are you feeling?”
“...too much?” Mingyu asks quietly but Wonwoo hushes him. 
“I’m good, I think. That was...intense.”
Wonwoo smiles back down at you as Mingyu sighs in relief. “Pretty girl, have you ever experienced subspace before?”
Your body is still shivering and Mingyu positions himself at your side, soothingly stroking up and down your torso. “I don’t know what that is. This is new but I like it.”
Wonwoo chuckles, “That’s good, I’m glad you like it. We’ll talk more about it later, ok?”
You nod your head a little dazedly as Mingyu presses his lips against your jaw again. Wonwoo can’t help but shake his head, a small smile surfacing. He’s surprised that you’ve never heard about or experienced subspace when all it took to put you dangerously close to slipping was a really good blow job. He’s never shared a partner with his best friend before but he must admit he’s impressed. 
He’d always thought you and Mingyu would be a suitable romantic match, similar in most but opposite in ways that compliment one another. It was one of the reasons he’d never stopped to consider how you might match him. Especially not in the bedroom but he is starting to question how he never saw it. 
Wonwoo climbs onto the bed, finally and you open your eyes, grinning lazily at him. His voice is like a deep purr, vibrating against your warm skin. “You look so cute like this.” He runs one hand up your calf and the sensation makes you pull it up as his trails along. Wonwoo chuckles again, kissing your now bent knee. “You’re much nicer when you come.”
“I could be even nicer if you make me come again,” You sing, still wearing the same stupid smile and Mingyu huffs out a little laugh against your throat, pulling back to give Wonwoo space to do his own thing. 
“Mhm,” He hums in response, patting the side of your thigh patronizingly. “Get up on all fours without falling and I’ll fuck you until you don’t know how to be anything but sweet, little brat.”
Your mind is made up several seconds before your body physically responds to it’s request to move. Everything is slow, like gliding through water and it feels wonderful, weightless. Little do you know, Mingyu and Wonwoo are sharing a look of amusement at your determination. It really is cute. 
After a few moments you manage to do as you’re told, swaying only once as Mingyu shifts about the bed, wanting to be close to you but out of the way so he sits near the head board, close enough to touch should you choose. He winks at you when you look up at him as he brushes your hair behind your ear and your eyes close at the touch. 
Wonwoo’s hand trails up from the base of your spine to bury itself in your hair, tugging lightly but with enough control to have your back arching in pleasure. The pathetic moan that falls from your lips when his free hand slides over the curve of your ass and buries two fingers in your pussy without warning makes both men groan in response. 
The ridges of his knuckles against your tight walls is enough to make your arms shake under your own weight and Mingyu notices, shuffling closer, warms hands sliding up & down your arms soothingly. Wonwoo’s fingers feel so good and if you’d had any additional energy, you’d push back onto them, driving them further into you but as it stands, the only thing holding you up as Wonwoo adds a third finger, is Mingyu’s grip on your elbows. 
“This is why you shouldn’t have skipped breakfast, brat,” Wonwoo chastises, though his tone is gentle in contrast to his words and the way he uses his grip in your hair to shove your face down into Mingyu’s lap. The new position allows Wonwoo’s fingers to drive into you deeper than before and your mouth pops open in a strangled moan. 
Mingyu’s head thunks against the headboard when he feels your hot breath over his cock through his sweatpants. His hands busy themselves in your hair just to maintain his sanity over all the explicit sounds falling from your pretty lips. The same lips he now looks down to find mindlessly mouthing over the impression of his stiff cock beneath the cotton material. “Take it out p-please.”
Your eyes aren’t even open when you ask and Mingyu laughs lightly, “No, no, this is for you, not us.”
Like a magnet, your lips find the head of his cock again and he watches as your tongue flicks out before closing over it with a kiss and he groans while Wonwoo laughs at his moral dilemma. “If it makes you feel better, it’s not purely selfless. Little brat just wants her mouth full.”
Mingyu’s brows shoot up, it doesn’t make him feel better for some reason. Instead, it ruffled his feathers. “Is that it? Would you take anyone in your mouth just to fill it?”
You shake your head against his thigh, shuddering as Wonwoo pulls his fingers from you only to replace it with the head of his cock teasingly. “Not a-anyone. Just want you.” You tilt your face up, kissing his hip, and finally pry your wet eyes open to look at him. “I need you, Gyu.”
Your words along with the desperate cry you release as Wonwoo buries his cock inside you completely shatter his resolve. He delicately cradles your head as he maneuvers his pants and underwear down until his cock is right before you and you reach for it first with your tongue, gliding up the side of his shaft as you pant short hot breaths against his skin. 
Wonwoo’s hand circles around the front of one thigh and pulls your legs further apart, your knees sliding effortlessly against the sheets to accommodate him and you moan audibly against Mingyu’s cock as Wonwoo’s tip hits your g-spot over and over again. You can only feel warmth and pleasure fill your body, seeping into your limbs and it feels euphoric. 
Mingyu’s thighs flex until they’re painfully taught as you suckle dazedly over the head of his cock. He’s being incredibly patient right now because he is firm in this whole thing being all for you but god do you test his patience with every literal inch of him you taste. His one hand is buried in your hair, helping to keep it out of your face while the other clenches your bed sheets so hard they may never rid themselves of the impression. 
Wonwoo watches you carefully, slowing his movements and smirking when you whine around the cock in your mouth in protest. You were so focused on mindlessly laving your tongue over Mingyu that Wonwoo knew you were in the right space to take more of what he wanted to give you. You were falling back into that state of being pliant and needy enough to heighten your sensations and he needed to see you fall, hard. 
One second you’re teasing Mingyu’s length with soft lips and the next you’re hauled away from him into Wonwoo’s lap. Your back is pulled flush against his chest and when you sink down on him with this new angle your head falls back on his shoulder lazily. 
“Look at me,” Wonwoo’s deep voice rings in your ear and you smile at the sound. He always sounds so fucking hot for no reason at all. 
It’s hard to crack your eyes open but you try your hardest and find wonwoo looking back down at you intently. “Good girl, you still with me?”
Even as he asks, his hips roll into you from below and you arch forward, pushing your breasts out for Mingyu to eye hungrily. Much to your dismay, he’s pulled his sweats back up to cover himself. Although, his neglected cock is still hard and clearly visible through the material. He’s just not overly fond of being stark naked in front of Wonwoo without you buffering. 
It takes you too long to answer and one of Wonwoo’s hands connects with the inside of your thigh eliciting a sharp sound that brings you back into focus and you sputter the first words that come to mind to get him to keep moving. “Yeah, y-yes I’m yours.”
Wonwoo laughs at that, eyeing Mingyu and the other man rolls his eyes at the incoming teasing. “I don’t think that’s quite true, but I’ll take it while I can get it.”
His hand finds its home over your throat and you smile without even realizing it. Mingyu’s groan of approval shoots little electric pulses through your body as Wonwoo speaks, his lips hot against your ear as he continues to pump into you slowly. “Do you want it?”
You nod frantically before verbalizing your answer, clutching at his wrist with both hands to urge him to squeeze. He obliges easily, pressing his lithe fingers against the sides of your throat, cutting off any bit of sanity you had left as he picks up the pace, mercilessly fucking into you like he’s wanted to all night. 
A single tear rolls down down your cheek until the sound of Wonwoo’s deep laugh echoes throughout the room and they begin falling steadily but you barely notice the wetness. Not until you feel the tip of Wonwoo’s tongue trace over your skin, collecting every drop and swallowing them down with a deep, vulgar groan that drags a pitiful whimper from your parted lips. “Fuck, you’re pretty when you cry,” He kisses the side of your face, lips leaving a hot, wet impression. “You can come, baby.”
With one hand around your throat and his opposite arm wrapped firmly around your waist there’s nowhere to go when the sensations begin to overwhelm you. Your vision spots and your head empties, eyes rolling back as you come so hard you nearly black out and Wonwoo comes right behind you, biting into the soft skin of your shoulder to stifle his deep groan. 
After a few minutes, Mingyu reaches forward to take you from Wonwoo and gathers you in his arms, pulling the blanket over your body to keep you warm as he kisses your face over and over again. You feel fuzzy for a lack of better words and you barely feel Mingyu’s ministrations nor do you hear Wonwoo calling your name repeatedly. 
It sounds so far away and you bury yourself into the solid chest radiating warmth against your cheek, nuzzling into the soft skin there. You’re warm and content like this and you sink further into Mingyu’s embrace. 
“I need a sign of life, baby,” The voice is that same deep, velvety tone and you know it’s Wonwoo, you just can’t quite form words yet.
It takes every ounce of motor function control to move, but you manage to grab the hand nearest your face and pull it to your lips. Wonwoo grins when you kiss his fingertips and in turn, leans down to press his lips against your temple. “Good girl,” He praises and you smile faintly, eyes still closed as you nuzzle back into Mingyu’s heat. 
Satisfied with your response, Wonwoo stands from the bed and pulls his sweats on before turning back to the pair of you. “I’ve gotta run into work for a few hours and I’m meeting Jihoon at the gym after so I’ll be home late. Make sure she eats something when she wakes up.”
Mingyu nods but then his eyes shoot down to your face and soften instantly, he hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep. The door clicks shut, signalling  Wonwoo’s departure and Mingyu carefully lays you out on the bed but you reach for him faster than he’d expected given your exhaustion. He chuckles and lays down next to you, wrapping you in his arms with your face planted against his warm chest which is suddenly your favorite thing in the entire world. 
Much to his surprise, considering he wasn’t tired, your small warm body and even breathing pulled him under quickly. The two of you were passed out in each other’s arms when Wonwoo popped his head back in to check on you. He closed the door quietly behind him and shook his head, laughing softly on his way out. 
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 It’s nearly six o’clock when you finally crack open one eye, blinking back until your vision adjusts to find yourself staring at the wall. It’s dark, the fairy lights had cut off at some point and the sun had gone down far enough that your blackout curtains had no problem keeping your bedroom closed off from the outside world. 
Suddenly, you register the heat surrounding your body and remember you hadn’t fallen asleep alone. Mingyu’s bare chest is pressed to your back covered by what must be his t-shirt considering the size. His thighs brace the backs of yours, keeping you tucked into his body whilst his chin rests just above the top of your head against the pillows. 
An unbearable wave of adoration washes over you, making your body tingle from head to toe. How could a man his size be so adorable? How could the same man who’d had his face buried between your legs and held your hair as you played with him while Wonwoo was absolutely railing you from the same man cuddling you against his body like his favorite teddy bear?
You could never pick a favorite between Wonwoo and Mingyu, ever, but you recognized that your relationships with them were very different. You and Wonwoo were meant to be friends and always would be, you’d known that. Mingyu however, had always been a giant question mark for you. 
Pressing matters such as your near bursting bladder and rumbling stomach finally drag you away from your thoughts and you realize the whole time you’d been lost in your head you were trailing your fingers up and down the arm Mingyu had thrown over your waist. Your face heats from the inside out and you immediately pull your fingers away in embarrassment. 
“Why’d you stop?” 
Mingyu’s deep, sleepy voice is devastatingly perfect and a wave of unmistakable pleasure rolls through your body. You try your best to collect yourself and wiggle around until he loosens his grip a bit for you to turn over and look at him. Still shirtless, considering he must have slipped his over you at some point, you’re met with a solid bare chest. Without thinking too much about it, you press your lips to the center, kissing his skin a few times before pulling back to look at him. 
He smiles, eyes blinking open to adjust to the dim lighting. “Someone’s in a good mood,” He teases before kissing your forehead and pushing your hair away from where it had fallen. “How was your nap?”
“I-” You’re suddenly very embarrassed about your earlier escapade and Mingyu can tell you’re thinking about it which makes him chuckle. “I slept really well actually. I uh...didn’t mean to pass out like that. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You needed it.” His voice is hushed and you find yourself meeting his gaze. It’s odd to look at Mingyu like this, so closely, intimately. 
You kiss him before you can talk yourself out of it, before your brain tries to convince you it’s a bad idea because he’s your friend, your housemate, and what if he doesn’t harbor the same little stupid crush you’ve had on him since you’d met. Taking the risk of ruining that had always seemed far too terrifying but right now, you didn’t feel scared at all. 
Mingyu returns it without thinking. He doesn’t have to think about it. Mingyu does what feels good, what feels right, and everything about this; Being in your arms, in your bed, your lips pressed against his while your hands delicately slide over his chest. Nothing feels more right to him at this moment.  
It’s the audible rumble of your stomach that causes him to pull away first, laughter causing tiny puffs of warm air to hit your lips and make you want more. Your stomach could wait. “I know what you’re thinking and the answer is no, not yet.”
You suddenly sit up as far as his long limbs allow, sputtering in embarrassment. “What!? I wasn’t-”
Mingyu props himself up on his elbow and steals another quick kiss. “Yes, you were. It’s ok. We’ll get there but I need to feed you first.”
You cross your arms, immediately grumbling like a pouting child for being told no. “You don’t have to feed me, I’m not a baby, Gyu.”
Mingyu purses his lips, clearly unimpressed, and a loud shriek followed by uncontrolled laughter echoes through your room when he picks you up out of nowhere, standing from the bed with ease before carrying you, like a small child no less, to the bathroom. He doesn’t put you down until after he’s turned the water on. 
“You are my baby and I am going to feed you. Take a shower, the hot water will help with your muscles.”
A small playful smile lights up your face as you toy with the material of the shirt you’re in. “You’re bossy right now.”
“Yeah, Wonwoo’s not the only one,” Mingyu mirrors your grin and moves to exit the room, “Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”
With that he’s gone and you blink a few times before stripping out of his shirt, smelled like male model heaven. You feel ten times better after having scrubbed yourself down from head to toe and brushing your teeth for good measure. To your delighted surprise, Mingyu had snuck in at some point and set out a fresh towel, underwear, and another one of his shirts for you to change it. 
Feeling fresh, clean, and much more energized, you realize that you’re absolutely starving. Hunger strikes do not suit you whatsoever. 
You find Mingyu in the kitchen where he promised he’d be and you sneak up behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and pressing your face into his bare back, trailing kisses across the warm skin covering the muscles there. “Thank you for the clothes.”
Mingyu looks down over his shoulder and smiles at the sight of you grinning back up at him adoringly. “You’re welcome. You can borrow from me anytime.” 
“You’re going to regret that,” you chuckle, letting go to step to the side and see what he’s cooking. You reach a hand closer and Mingyu snatches your wrist up quicker than you’d expected. “Be patient, baby.”
You’re about to protest the stupid nickname not because you hate it but because it makes you hot all over but he cuts you off when his hands find your hips and lift you straight off the ground before setting you on the counter. He lifts his ladle to dip into whatever it is that he’s making and lifts it to his lips to blow off the steam before holding it in front of you. “Open.”
You do as you’re told and the reward is instant. The food tastes amazing but it's Mingyu’s proud little smirk that is hitting all the right spots. “Have I told you how much I like you lately, Gyu-bear?” You manage around a second mouth full. 
“Oh,” He playfully scoffs, setting the spoon aside and placing one large hand next to your bare thigh on the counter, “Now I’m Gyu-bear again? Earlier you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“I was horny and depraved,” You point out with a flat look, “You were the last person I wanted to see in my bedroom, okay? I had no choice but to kick you out.”
He pushes into your space, thighs pushing further apart to accommodate his hips. “And why is that?” His face is mere inches from yours when you feel the back of your head hit the cabinet behind you. 
“We live together, Mingyu. I’ve been keeping myself from doing or saying something to ruin that for months. Me making you leave was me trying to make sure I wouldn’t fuck our friendship up.”
“Does our friendship feel ruined in any way?” He asked, one brow raised in challenge. 
You thought about it for a moment and he stared at you patiently, reaching over to flick the stovetop off and set the pot aside before his hands returned to your thighs, gently rubbing warmth into your skin. “No, it’s just-”
“Being lovers and friends...the two things are not mutually exclusive,” Mingyu explains when your words falter. “We can be both. I am a man of many talents if you haven’t noticed.”
His confident little smirk makes you huff out a laugh as he hooks his arm around your waist and tugs you forward. Your hands land atop his broad shoulders in surprise and he lifts you off the counter but he doesn’t set you down right away. Instead, he kisses you until you’re left breathless in his arms. 
The head rush leaves you dizzy when your feet finally touch the ground and Mingyu chuckles at how long it takes for your eyes to open again. “Let’s eat and then we can watch a movie. Wonwoo should be home sometime soon.”
Wonwoo. It’s not that you had forgotten, how could you? But the simple mention of your other housemate’s name sent a rush of heat through your body. At this point, you couldn’t tell if you were aroused or embarrassed and Mingyu picked up on your immediate reaction. “It’s just Wonu, why are you getting all tense?”
You shuffled behind him, following him to the table and falling into the seat across from him. “Are you not uncomfortable with us hooking up when we’re talking about um...uh-”
“Dating?” Mingyu finishes, popping another bite of food in his mouth. 
You stare into your bowl, mindlessly twirling the contents until Mingyu softly orders, ‘eat’ and you pick up another bite with a little huff. “Yes, that.”
Mingyu seems thoughtful for a moment before he answers honestly. “No, it doesn’t bother me. It was my suggestion and I was there the whole time. Plus, I think Wonwoo is already under the impression this may happen,” He gestures between the two of you.
“You think he’s cool with it?” You ask curiously. You’re near finished with your bowl now and your body thanks you. It really had been way too long since your last meal. 
Mingyu finishes with the contents of his bowl and sets it back down on the table with care. “I think he is. We can always ask him though.”
Just then the front door beeps and you know Wonwoo is home. He drops his gym bag by the door and makes his way into the kitchen, following the scent of Mingyu’s cooking as always. He shuffles straight past you both at the table and makes himself a bowl before coming over and dropping into a chair next to you.
 He doesn’t speak until he’s had his first bite. 
“Have you guys admitted to being in love with each other yet?” He finally looks up, smirking at the both of you. 
“See?” Mingyu laughs at your expression before turning to his friend, “She was worried about you being upset if we dated.”
Wonwoo turned to you and smiled. “I’ve known about your mutual crushes before either of you did so there is no surprise here, pretty girl. You guys would make a great couple.”
“So, earlier you were just…”
“Being a great friend, yes,” He smirks at your dumbstruck expression, “And if you guys want me to be a great friend in the future, all you have to do is ask.”
You look over at Mingyu who only smirks back at you like ‘I told you so’ and you hide your face in your hands as you try to quell the onslaught of depraved thoughts. The idea of dating Mingyu and him being totally cool with hooking up with Wonwoo on occasion set you right back to square one on the horny chessboard. 
“So are we watching a movie or what?” You stand suddenly, swaying on your feet since you hadn’t actually stood properly by yourself in almost twenty-four hours besides your brief shower, most of which you leaned against the wall. Wonwoo’s hand shoots out and steadies you, his large hand on your hip making you blink one too many times. 
He chuckles at your reaction. “Actually, I’m playing with Hoshi, Jun, and Jeonghan in like twenty minutes so I’ll be in my room for the rest of the night… with my headphones on...full volume.”
“Looks like it’s just us then,” Mingyu sighs, masking his excitement poorly. 
“Ah yeah, I’m sure you’re really torn up about it, Romeo.” Wonwoo laughs before patting your hip and releasing you but not before tugging on the hem of the shirt Mingyu lent you, “If you’re banning us from wearing shirts around the house, I think we get to ban you from wearing pants. It’s a cute look.”
You swat at his hand with an embarrassed chuckle, “Oh, shut up.” 
You and Mingyu clean up side by side. You had offered to clean since he cooked but he wanted to help anyway. Or maybe, he just wanted to flick water and bubbles at you playfully, cooing over your pout when a wad of soapy bubbles landed right on the tip of your nose. Wonwoo snuck his bowl in while you were busy flirting and disappeared into his room as promised. 
With the kitchen spotless again, Mingyu turned to you and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking out into the living room. “If it’s just us, why don’t we watch a movie in my room?” 
You raise a brow at him and he laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re sleeping in my room anyway, you promised, and it’s way more comfortable than the couch.”
It doesn’t take much convincing and you're in Mingyu’s bed, tucked under his arm while a movie with a title and plot you know or care nothing about plays on his television mounted above the dresser. There’s a girl, some guy, and you think the world might be ending but there is nothing grabbing your attention away from Mingyu nor the fact that you might lose your marbles if he doesn’t put those giant hands of his on your body, right this instant. Mingyu, thankfully, reads minds. 
“You’re not watching this at all, are you?”
“I have no idea what’s going on.”
“Wanna makeout?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The remote rolls out of Mingyu’s hand the second you land in his lap, opting instead to wrap one arm around your waist while he uses the other to push himself up until you’re properly chest to chest. You pay no mind to his seating adjustments as you capture his lips and tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s soft beneath your fingertips and he moans into your mouth when you tug on the strands accidentally. 
With both hands free, his fingers slip beneath your borrowed shirt and you pull away just long enough for him to pull it over your head and toss somewhere across the room. His bare chest is so warm against your exposed breasts and the tongue he slips past your open lips is hotter still, tangling with your own for easily won dominance. 
He’s so big that your thighs are forced wide apart to straddle him like this and when you begin to feel him harden beneath you the less civilized part of your brain forces your body into motion. The first roll over his length makes him groan, head knocking against the headboard much like it had when you’d gotten your mouth on him earlier.
“Are you not satisfied from earlier, baby?” Mingyu pants with a strung out sort of grin as your lips trail over the thick column of his throat. 
You grind against him harder, cursing when his fingertips dig into your ass. “I didn’t get to have you earlier,” You argue against his gorgeous golden skin. 
“So, my tongue wasn’t good enough?” You pull back to eye him with ire but he takes the opportunity of space between your bodies to slide his hands up your sides until his thumbs flick over both nipples and you lurch forward in surprise. “So sensitive.”
“Your tongue…” You words break off as you push your breasts further into his hands, “Is fucking incredible but it’s not your dick.”
Mingyu chuckles, leaning forward to kiss the underside of your jaw. “Ahh, but you had Wonwoo’s so you should be just fine.”
You groan in frustration, tired of talking when you could be doing other things. “Also, incredible but I want yours and I am not above begging to get it right now.”
Mingyu’s hands drop from your chest to roughly grab your hips, dragging you across his solid erection, hard, and your head falls forward onto his shoulder, body shivering with anticipation. “Don’t worry, baby, begging is Wonwoo’s thing. I’ll give you anything you want,” He kisses the side of your face teasingly, “It is nice to hear though. I see the appeal.”
“Mhm, keep teasing,” You pick your head up to stare at him, brazenly swiveling your hips over him to take back a little control, “I’m sure Wonwoo won’t mind if I interrupt his game.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t but you’re mine right now,” Mingyu half pouts the last half of his sentence which hysterically contradicts the brute force he uses to flip you both over in the bed so you’re tucked beneath his much larger frame. It’s a little uncoordinated and you both end up laughing until you settle down and are just left staring at one another. 
It’s quiet in the room aside from the movie playing in the background but neither of you can hear it past the beating of your own hearts. Mingyu’s face is close enough to close the distance but he doesn’t and you smile at him so brilliantly his heart does a backflip in his chest. “Am I only yours for right now?”
“I’d like to call you mine always, but I thought you’d like to warm up to the idea first.”
“Getting warmer by the minute,” You whisper against his lips, a ghost of a kiss making his eyes fall shut as you drag him back under, away from the teasing, away from the banter. He makes it so easy for you, closing the distance with little effort and making you sigh happily the moment his lips are back on yours. 
Mingyu shifts his weight just enough to get his pants and underwear off before he lays back over your body, hips pressing your thighs apart as he slides a hand back to hook one leg over his waist. A long undignified, whine escapes your parted lips when he trails his mouth over your throat, teeth scraping against your pulse point with the lightest teasing pressure. It makes you light headed and you dig your fingers into the thick muscle of his back to ground yourself. 
He grinds his cock into your covered cunt and it’s still enough to make your eyes roll back, sliding one hand into his hair to tug on the soft strands. Mingyu’s answering groan when you pull makes you grin and you repeat the action just to test your limits. Apparently, that was it because the next second he reaches down to tug your panties aside and the flimsy material tears in his grip. 
“That was an accident.” You pull apart, looking at each other with barely contained shock and amusement. “Is this the part where I tell you I’ll just buy you a new pair?” He smiles sheepishly. 
“Yeah, I think boyfriends do stuff like that anyway,” You answer innocently and just that one simple, new, shiny word makes his heart jump in his chest. 
“And I thought I was whipped for you before,” He rolls his eyes, leaning in with a searing kiss that makes your head spin. He nips at your bottom lip, distracting you when he rips the rest of the material away until there is nothing left between you. 
The tip of his cock brushes against you but he hesitates, pulling back to look at you in such a way that you wouldn’t be able to drag your eyes away from him even if you tried. One hand comes up to grip your jaw and he’s enraptured by you when he uses the other hand to guide himself blindly, pushing into you slowly. His eyes are glued to your face and the way your mouth parts, exhaling a long breath that he wants so badly to swallow but he just can’t look away. 
When you open your eyes again, he’s still watching, lids low, gaze simmering with lust and affection and you beg him to move. You barely finish your plea when he pulls back agonizingly slow and thrusts back in as far as he can go, burying himself so deep within you there’s no way to tell where you end and he begins. He keeps up this intimate pace, fucking you deep into the mattress with all the finesse of a long time lover. 
His hand slips from your jaw to your throat and you clench around him, making him grunt pleasurably before he brings his lips back to yours, kissing, sucking, and biting just as maddening slow and deep as his strokes. Mingyu was in it for the long game and you weren’t opposed but you had been waiting for this far longer than today and so you push your luck, attempting you roll him over but he’s just too heavy. 
“What’s up?” He pants, pulling back from your lips to look down at you, never ceasing the methodical rolling of his hips into you. 
You blink, trying to focus on his face and ignore the tightening in your tummy. It came as a bit of a surprise that given the chance, he would make you come like this. This slow, deep, passionate fucking- it was a stark contrast to the way Wonwoo took you earlier but you loved it. Loved the intimacy of it and who you were with. 
“Can I ride you?”
Mingyu grins, actually fucking grins at you, punctuating it with a hard thrust. “I’m not going to say no, but I’m curious...why?”
“Just trying to play out a fantasy...” You break off in a moan, rolling your eyes at his teasing smirk, “....that’s been living in my mind since I met you.”
“Interesting.” Mingyu gives with no further questions and pulls out of you, rolling onto his back and tucking against the pillows comfortably. You try your hardest not to stare at his body but you fail miserably and take your time perusing until big hands encircle your waist and you’re tugged on top of him. 
You press both hands against his chest, balancing delicately as you lift up and allow him to align himself before sinking down slowly. He’s so goddamned deep in this position and tears well in your eyes before you can stop them. Mingyu however is not Wonwoo and he does not have a crying kink. He panics, pushing himself up until you’re almost chest to chest. The movement causes him to shift inside you abruptly which just makes the tears fall faster. 
Both hands cup your cheeks and you blink through the mist to look at his concerned face. “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” His words are fast, muddled and you can only laugh, kissing him to shut him up. 
“God-no, it’s because it feels incredible. Don’t mind the tears. I can’t control them.”
Mingyu’s lips form a perfect “o” and he laughs sheepishly. “You and I might have some things to learn from Wonwoo. He seems to enjoy the tears quite a bit.”
You pick your hips up, experimenting with his length and finding a comfortable stroke. “I didn’t realize he was that into kink stuff but I guess I can’t be that surprised.”
“Why’s that?” Mingyu sighs, fingers digging into your waist as you pick up your pace, breathy pauses between your words. 
“He has a collar in his room.”
Mingyu thrusts up into you at the same time he breathes, “He doesn’t have a dog.”
“I know,” You laugh airly, bouncing up and down on his cock, and for some reason the thought of the pretty pink collar you’d accidentally happened upon whilst doing laundry being situated around your throat sends a thrill of excitement through you. 
“Fuck,” Mingyu exhales harshly when you change pace and drag your hips over him slower for a moment. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?”
You hide your face in the crook of his shoulder, rolling your forehead against the muscle there in hopes of smoothing out your face before you have to look at him again. Flames of desire burn through every inch of your body when he suddenly flips you back over, pinning you down to the bed with one hand closed over your throat. The new position of power surprises you and he laughs in a taunting sort of fashion. 
“Don’t look so shocked,” Mingyu smirks, pulling his cock almost all the way out before plowing back into you so hard you eyes roll back like a fucking slot machine. “I might be soft for you but I’m a quick learner.”
He doesn’t hold back. Only small fragments of the same intimacy remained. He wasn’t soft, nor did slow down when the tears began rolling down your cheeks, soaking the sheets beneath your head. That same look of pure adoration in his eyes was the only thing tethered to the soft teddy bear you were used to but you welcomed this man, relentless in making your body thrum with energy, your thighs shake uncontrollably as you came not once, but twice in a row. 
Mingyu follows you the second time around and he forces himself to stay coherent enough to soothe your twitching body, still trembling hard from the over stimulation. Your mind however, is at total peace. Floating into oblivion. You don’t even notice the constant tremors of your limbs, nor the way Mingyu strokes your sides, burning warmth into your quickly cooling skin. 
“Baby,” You hear his voice somewhere far away but wherever you are feels too good and you don’t quite want to leave yet but some feeling begins returning in your finger and toes. You subconsciously wiggle them in an effort to shake the fuzzy feeling settling in and the more you move, the closer he sounds. 
“Hey, you…” His voice echoes in your mind, “Are you sure today was the first time this has happened?” He laughs, knowing you won’t respond. “It seems to happen too easily for it to not have happened before.”
Eventually, you’re blinking up at him, smiling at whatever melody he’s decided to start singing whilst he waits for your return. “You have a pretty voice,” You manage, though your voice is strained and it somewhat confuses you.
Mingyu chuckles at your face and leans down, pressing his lips over your temple. “You might have screamed.”
Your eyes bulge. “Did Wonwoo?-”
Mingyu nods with a big, dumb, smug smile, “And Jeonghan, Jun...and Hoshi.”
“Oh my god~!” You whine into your hands, rolling back and forth petulantly. 
“Yeah,” He stands up, slightly out of reach, “Sounded like that but louder.”
“Mingyu!” You shout, trying and failing to swing your legs out of bed to stand on your own. He chuckles, ducking away when you try to swat at him but he manages to scoop you up bridal style, carrying you over to the bathroom. 
You’re both a little shocked to see the shower already running, two towels laid on the counter looking fresh out of the dryer. “Did you?”
Mingyu laughs, “No, I didn’t leave you for a second.”
“I think he secretly loves us.”
You both turn toward the closed door when Wonwoo’s deep voice pierces through the wooden barrier. “I think he just wants you to hurry up and go to bed and maybe keep the noise down!”
Mingyu turns to you with a slick grin, “I think he’s still horny.”
The voice is getting further away but you can still hear it when he yells, “YEAH and who’s fault is THAT?”
The smile never leaves your face as you and Mingyu wash each other in the shower, sneaking playful kisses between giggles. All dried off and semi-dressed following the new dress code, Mingyu jumps back into bed to start another movie you might actually watch and you wander out to the kitchen for drinks, finding Wonwoo doing the same thing. 
He smirks at you, eyeing the bruising blossoming around your throat and collar bones and leaves you stranded there with a wink. In just one day, the dynamic in the household changed drastically but as the next few months went on just as smooth as butter between the three of you, you couldn’t find a reason not to be happy about it.
It wasn’t your typical happy ending but the ending was just so damn good. 
Every. Single. Time.
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iuwon · 11 days ago
fluff. established relationship. no warnings. [ PART 2 ]
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# — NI-KI makes up random and lame excuses just to see you.
# — NI-KI playfully ruffles your hair up or pats the top of your head endearingly whenever he randomly passes by you.
# — NI-KI makes a playlist of songs that remind him of you or songs that have the words he always wants to say to you everyday. he sends you countless of playlists but never explains the real meaning behind why he actually sends them.
# — NI-KI sends you funny memes and videos so that he can “make his girl happy” (but he really just wants just to annoy you).
# — NI-KI saves everything you send or give to him like his own treasures. though he’s partially secretive about it, this man has more than 3,000 pictures of you on his camera roll and he won’t delete a single one. expect him to save it until the end of time. he probably has a whole box of stuff he got from you stashed under his bed for safe-keeping.
# — NI-KI refuses to be told what to do by anyone but himself, but you’re the one exemption. his friends and family know that you’re the only one he listens to.
# — NI-KI always looks at your reaction whenever he says something, especially whenever it’s something funny or something he’s boasting about. he wants to see the way your face shines in happiness or explodes in complete awe and pride.
# — NI-KI most probably has all his video game avatars named after you.
# — NI-KI hates it whenever you find another guy funny, and starts dramatically assuming that you like that person more than him whenever it happens.
# — NI-KI ‘might’ve’ tried a little hard when you were around just to impress you, at first. a bit more effort to be good at things. a bit more effort to be funnier. and a lot more effort to catch your attention.
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atiny-piratequeen · 2 days ago
Kinktober Day 18-Underneath the Satin
Pairing: Polyteez OT8 (MxM) (Wooyoung Focused)
Prompt: Panties + Nudes + Public + Teasing
WC: 1.1k+
Genre(s)/Aus: Smut, Humor, Established Poly Relationship, Non Idol AU
Tws: Swearing, Publlic Indecency
Sws: Roadhead (Blowjob), Teasing, Nudes, Butt Plugs, Brief Clothed Footjob, Public Groping
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Hongjoong should have known Wooyoung was up to some shit when he kept insisting they go to some upscale restaurant to celebrate their upcoming anniversary. He should have known from the way he’d rushed down the hall with a bag in hand. 
Seonghwa glanced down the hall before looking at Hongjoong. The shorter man shrugged, bringing the straw from his banana milk up to his lips. 
“Who knows?” 
They should have known. 
Wooyoung had shown up with a skin-tight cocktail dress, his makeup sparkling and his eyes hooded as the rest of his boyfriends stared at him slack-jawed. Wooyoung winked and smiled. 
“Are you gonna stare at me all night or are we gonna go?” He beamed. 
Yeosang stopped to look at himself, lips pursed. 
“Well now I feel underdressed.” He muttered, though Seonghwa only told him he was fine with a kiss to his head as he gently pushed him along into their truck. The ride to the restaurant was a bit of a long one, made no better with Wooyoung planting himself in the backseat with Mingi, smiling at him as he crossed his legs. 
Mingi kissed him, oblivious to the way Wooyoung was eyeing him until ten minutes into the driven when he reached over to grope and palm his cock through his suit pants, kissing the underside of his jaw. 
“Woo what are you doing-”
“Shh. Think I can make you cum before anyone notices?” He purred, disappearing between his legs. Mingi bit his lip, fingers twitching before he covered his mouth. San’s laughter from up front, followed by Seonghwa loudly protesting something kept the attention off of them as Wooyoung hummed and bobbed his head, lips stretched obscenely around Mingi’s dick. 
Mingi had tried to tease him back, one hand reaching down to grope Wooyoung’s ass before the smaller man grabbed his wrist, wiggling a finger at him. 
“Ah ah, not yet.” He panted quietly after popping his mouth off of Mingi. He waited until the chatter of the vehicle kicked back up before sinking down on him once more, letting Mingi rock his hips up into his mouth. 
He came blocks before they arrived at the restaurant, with Wooyoung swallowing every drop and licking his lips, popping his head back up with a coy smile on his face as Mingi tucked himself back into his suit pants. His face was flushed and it only deepened in color as Wooyoung ran his tongue over his lips and winked once they’d all stepped out onto the street. 
“You’re evil.” He’d hissed. Wooyoung hummed quietly. 
“Funny, I wasn’t evil when I was swallowing your cock for thirty minutes.” He mused, slapping Mingi’s ass and laughing at the embarrassed noises that fell from his lips as he shuffled to catch back up with the others. 
“Woo, stop bullying Mingi.” Yunho laughed, rubbing Mingi’s back as Wooyoung simply hummed. 
Clearly he had more in store for their anniversary evening, if the phone vibrations everyone got at the table were anything to go by shortly after Wooyoung excused himself to go to the bathroom. 
He’d set his phone up near the mirror, recording short videos of him teasing himself, and it was only by the grace-or curse-of the dress he had on having padding that they didn’t notice the indents from his pierced nipples. He made sure to pull the straps down to show, purring in the camera about how he knew Seonghwa or Yeosang would love to tease them right about now.
“I have panties on, do you want to see?”
Jongho nearly chokes on his wine as Wooyoung smiles in the next short clip, lifting his leg and settling his stiletto on the marble counter, lifting up the edges of his dress past tan muscular thighs to show the golden panties he had on. It barely held his cock in place and with a devious smirk, that came off too. 
“Guess I don’t have them anymore.” He let out a fake pout, twirling the panties around his finger before tucking them into the small clutch he had worn with his outfit and ending the video. The last one before he decided to finish torturing them was one of him bending over, smiling over his shoulder as he showed them the shimmering plug he had inside of him. 
The others stared at him the moment he came back to the table, making sure to press his ass against Hongjoong’s crotch as he shuffled back into his spot between San and Seonghwa, picking up his wine glass as if nothing had happened. 
“You know the moment you step foot inside of the house, I’m ripping that dress off of you, right?” Hongjoong growled. Wooyoung arched a brow and tilted his head, casually sliding his stiletto off and smiling as he ran his foot up the length of his leg, stopping at his crotch. 
“That it? I gotta wait till I get home?” He hummed, pressing against his bulge with a sigh. 
“Should I work harder?”
“Jesus christ, Wooyoung.” Yeosang hissed, sitting up straight as a waiter walked by them, asking if they’d needed anything. Wooyoung smiled, locking eyes with Hongjoong as he continued to tease him. 
“More wine, please.” He purred, feeling Hongjoong get harder beneath him while someone’s-he later found it was Jongho reaching over San’s lap-hand reached up the side of his dress, squeezing his cock. 
“We’re letting loose tonight.” He cooed, leaning back as Seonghwa’s hand reached down to grab his ass, clawing at his cheek as he casually sipped his wine.
Hongjoong remained stiff for the entire hour long dinner, and Wooyoung could feel the inevitable explosion of tension coming the moment he reluctantly slid his stilettos back on and lead the way out of the restaurant. 
Seven pairs of eyes followed his every move and Hongjoong was pressed against his back the moment they’d spilled out into the chilly evening streets, waiting for the valet to come up with their vehicle. 
“So what’s that about ripping this dress off when I get home?” Wooyoung chirped, turning to kiss Hongjoong’s nose, amused at the growl he got in response. Yunho picked him clean up, ignoring his yelp of surprise and planting a hard slap to his ass. 
“Why wait until we get home? We have enough room in the back seat.”
Wooyoung grinned, watching Hongjoong climb in right after Yunho did. Wooyoung smiled up at his raven-haired boyfriend and sent him a wink. 
“Happy anniversary. Make sure you leave a lot of love bites. Oh, and leave space for the others too.” He teased, closing his eyes and arching when he felt teeth against his throat and hands underneath his dress. 
Yeah, he was a genius.
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jungwoniics · 12 hours ago
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↦ pairing: lee heeseung / heeseung x reader ↦ genre: fluff, slight angst ↦ w/c: 730 ↦ warnings: - ↦ a/n: thank you so much anon for participating in my event 🥺 when i first saw your ask, i was literally so scared that i wouldn’t be able to write something 😫 but i’m finally done with it, and i really really hope you like it 🤧 do lmk what you think of it! 🥰 ↦ event: 200 followers milestone! 🎊 ↦ synopsis: When Lee Heeseung had to go on a business trip to Japan, it marked the first time you'd be away from your husband. As much as you didn't want him to go, he had to. What will happen when he returns only for you to find that he had completely forgotten about you? ➵ taglist status: open — send an ask or dm! ➵ taglist (permanent): @enhacolor @meraniki @goldenhypen @rozisisme
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“I’ll see you in two weeks, okay?”
You nod, tears forming in your eyes. This was the first time you’d spend away from your husband, and frankly speaking, despite it only being for a couple of weeks, you were going to miss him so much. You hug him a last time before he grabs his bag to go.
“I love you,” he mouths to you before he heads over to board the plane.
Your husband, Lee Heeseung. He had been tasked to go to Japan for a business trip along with his partner who also happened to be his best friend, Park Jongseong. Being a preschool teacher, you were unable to accompany Heeseung on his business trip.
✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍– }༺❘✦
To your relief, two weeks went by in a flash. You were patiently awaiting your husband’s return, only to find that a surprise was waiting. You finally saw Heeseung emerge but he never made eye contact with you. Assuming that it was because he was unable to find you among the crowd, you rush over to greet him.
But just as you were about to hug him, he backs away slightly. “I’m sorry but, I don’t know you.”
You frown slightly, not believing your ears. You shake the thought away, assuming that he was just joking with you like always. “Heeseung, don’t be ridiculous-”
“I’m really sorry, but I have to get home.”
He walks past you without another word, leaving you dumbfounded. When someone taps your shoulder, you finally realise that Jongseong had been there the whole time. “Let me walk you out,” he says.
On the way to the carpark, Jongseong explains the whole situation to you. Heeseung was involved in a car accident which had caused him to have concussion, and now he was having temporary amnesia. This was all too much for you to take in at one time and that night you couldn’t fall asleep. Little did you know that your husband was having trouble falling asleep as well.
✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍– }༺❘✦
You were up early the next morning having breakfast when the doorbell rings. Groaning, you get up to answer the door. “Y/N,” he greets you with an awkward smile. “I’m sorry. I know I’m here really early but… I just thought maybe we could spend some time together today.”
“Oh, uh, yeah, sure. Come on in.”
You open the door wider for him to step in while you head back to the dining table to continue eating your breakfast. “Have you eaten?”
When he shakes his head, you pass him a plate so that he could have some of the pancakes you had made. The two of you ate in awkward silence. Like really, really, really awkward silence.
“Hey, uh, I just wanna apologise if I came off as rude yesterday. And I was just wondering, maybe you’d wanna hang out today?” Heeseung breaks the silence, his eyes glued to his plate due to fear that you would say no.
In reality, you were really taken aback that Heeseung wanted to spend time with you. You figured after the little incident yesterday, he’d do everything to stay away from you. But there he was, in your house, asking if you’d like to hang out. Of course you’d say yes. He was your husband after all.
✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍– }༺❘✦
Since then, the two of you spent most of your time together just like before the business trip. Although Heeseung couldn’t remember that you were his wife, he really loved spending time with you. He would even say that he was falling for you.
One night, he appears at your door as planned and brings you to the rooftop garden at Jongseong’s apartment building. He had something important he wanted to tell you. While you were admiring the scenery at the garden, he suddenly calls out your name. Taking your hands in his, he looks at you lovingly.
“I know it hurt you when I came back here and told you that I didn't know who you are. But I know now. You're my wife, the love of my life. And even if one day, my amnesia kicks in again and I don't remember, I promise you that I will always find a way of falling in love with you all over again. I'll love you in every life, Y/N."
✦❘༻{ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 }༺❘✦
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taemin-jaemin · a day ago
Soulmates ||
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PAIRING || xaiojun x female reader
GENRES || fluff, angst, soulmate au, best friends to (?) au
SUMMARY || In a world where soulmates were a thing, will you be able to truly find yours?
WC || 0.6k
WARNINGS || nons
A/N || Okay this was rushed up and I’m sorry but I tried my best.
EVENT || Part of the au pairing event by @ficscafe​
PROMPT ||  TWENTY-NINE. soulmate x soulmate ; when a soulmate has already found love elsewhere.
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"Have you ever loved anyone?"
The young boy looked up from his incomplete puzzle, before giving her a half-shrug.
"Only you."
"Do I count?" She asked, not sure if best friends were supposed to be clubbed together in this category.
Dejun blinked at her in surprise.
"Of course you do. Why wouldn't you?"
She looked down, playing with the fringe of her dress.
"I don't know, no one seems to care for me." The six year old girl muttered.
She felt him edge closer to her.
"I care about you." He said slowly, as though he was hurt by her statement.
Slowly, she looked up at him and felt herself smile. His honest words had warmed her heart and she didn't know what she would have done without him.
"I care about you too."
The boy smiled back, extending out his pinkie finger for her to interlink.
"Let's promise to take care of each other till the very end."
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"Jun!" She screamed with delight, nearly ripping out the said boy's arm as she pulled him out of the wooden cabin they were staying in. "It's a shooting star, we need to make a wish soon-"
But before either of them could wish, the star disappeared in the horizon, leaving behind a dark night sky sprawling with stars.
"Oh no." She said, visibly upset. "It's gone now."
"Nothing is gone." Dejun whispered, taking her hands in his. 
"We can just wish on each other, and it will come true. Faster than a shooting star. "
She blinked at him rapidly, trying to process his words. Soon a smile broke onto her face.
"Yes." She whispered happily. "Let's do that."
Their eyes fluttered closed as they wished upon each other.
"What did you wish for?" Dejun asked.
She raised her eyebrows.
"Are we supposed to say that though?"
His eyes widened in fake betrayal. 
"I'm your best friend!"
She laughed at his over reaction.
"Fine. I wished that we meet our soulmates soon."
He gasped.
"I wish that too!"
She looked at him incredulously. 
"I swear!" He said, and he took off running, his laughter the only sound in the empty valley.
"Xiao Dejun! Come back here right now!"
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She knew it.
She always had a feeling it was him, but now she was confirmed that her soulmate was her best friend.
In a world where soulmates were found by the initials of your significant other being tattooed on your palm, a lot of people didn't find theirs.
But she knew hers.
She knew these letters and whom they belonged to.
Xiao Dejun.
Her best friend.
The man she had been in love with for god knows how many years.
And so she went to his workplace extra early today, dying to tell him the good news.
Upon entering the bakery, she found her soulmate  in a good mood too.
"Hello mister. I see someone is really happy today." She joked, leaning against the counter.
Dejun smiled at her, causing a million butterflies to break in her stomach.
“I found my soulmate!”
She beamed at him. Of course he did.
“Who’s it?” She asked eagerly.
Just then, one of his coworkers walked in, and Dejun turned around to her. Then, wrapping his arms around the newcomer, he beamed at Y/N.
“This is Junhee, my soulmate.” He said, turning to peck her on the lips.
Y/N felt her world crash as they both showed her their carved initials.
She smiled at them bitterly and congratulated them. After a few words, she walked out of the cafe, the heaviness of her heart almost unbearable.
Looking back she realised something.
Dejun was never hers to keep.
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A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
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hongism · 22 days ago
01 - p.seonghwa + impregnation/begging (18+)
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» p.seonghwa x fem!reader » 18+ dni if minor » smut/pwp » language, explicit sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, use of petnames, manual stimulation, begging, impregnation kink » wc 5.4k » link to masterlist
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“so,” the man across from you echoes back, mug halfway to his lips as he arches a neatly shaped brow in your direction.
“you’re a sex worker.”
seonghwa almost sputters on his coffee. the bluntness of your statement hits with full force, and in your defense, you had a better approach before sitting down on his couch twenty minutes ago. that went out the window obviously. you’d like to say that nerves got the best of you.
“i… yes, y/n, you’ve known this for years now, no?”
“well, yes. i have.”
“are you looking to… become one yourself?”
“no! no, no, absolutely not.” seonghwa hums around the rim of his mug. “not that there’s anything wrong with that line of work! it’s just not — i can’t see myself doing that, you know? i’m sure you’re great at it.”
“no complaints so far.” he smiles with one side of his face, smirk turning your insides to mush at the insinuation. “it’s true though: the job isn’t easy, and not everyone enjoys it or sticks with it. some crank the dial down a few notches and choose to become strippers instead. some move up to other areas of expertise like hardcore bdsm clubs. i’ve seen it all.”
you can’t recall the first time seonghwa told you of his line of work — he refers to it as a third base revelation, one he only gives out after being friends with some for a while, and although you two aren’t the closest, he’s still the only friend you have in such a position. and admittedly, he’s invited you to some… shows and most intense viewings for people interested in voyeurism and exhibitionism, but neither of those are on your list of interests. the first time you asked him how he finds it in himself to do all those things, he simply shrugged.
“i’m surprisingly vanilla outside of work. i enjoy my job, yeah, and all that it comes with most of the time. but in my own sex life? i like keeping it simple so it doesn’t feel like i’m at work again.”
right now you’re wondering where your request will fall on the spectrum.
“why do you ask, y/n?” he poses the question with ease, a quick diversion from one topic to the next with such fluidity that you can’t help but to answer right away.
“i was curious about something and was wondering if you could help me with it.”
seonghwa unfurls his legs out from under his body, letting both feet hit the floor as he leans forward to set his mug down on the table between you two. you seem to have piqued his interest in the very least.
“enlighten me.”
“well, you said you’ve seen it all. does that apply to… kinks too?” to be talking about sex on such a level like it’s being done over morning coffee is something your mother would scoff at, probably reaching for her bible in attempts to purify her sinful daughter all the while. in reality it’s half past nine in the evening right now, and seonghwa is fresh out of a shower after a work shift, long black hair falling around his face to frame his pretty dark eyes. he’s captivating in a lot of ways; that’s never eluded your thoughts. it’s hard to not admire him or view him in some kind of sexual way especially when he discusses his job so freely.
“yes, my dear y/n. although there are things even i won’t do for work. fulfilling people’s fantasies only goes so far as my comfort zone allows me to. where i work, however, we have certain workers who specialize in some areas more than others, which is why we take our matching process so seriously.”
you’ve been beating around the bush a bit, so you know now is the moment to just spit it out or else you’ll continue running circles around seonghwa all night. you didn’t even intend to take up his freetime like this as it is.
“then, um, does anyone — any of your coworkers — d-do they specialize in breeding or impregnation?” you tilt your chin down to your chest as you ask the question, feeling the sudden weight of how awkward this feels on your side of things. this must be totally normal to seonghwa, someone who has slept with people of all genders whether they’re friends or lovers or strangers. but to you? your nights usually consist of you and your trusty vibrator, or the occasional hookup where they fuck you in missionary position until they cum. this is well out of your comfort zone to even be discussing like this.
seonghwa’s gaze is on you. you can feel it burning holes into the crown of your head. the silence stretches on for what feels like forever, although you’re certain that’s just your mind manifesting some of your anxieties about this.
“they do,” he replies at last, voice scratchy like he needs to clear his throat. he does a second later, then brings his left leg up over his right knee. the position brings your gaze to him. there’s a certain level of sheer seduction to how he moves, just naturally and unintentional at best, but with the topic at hand, you’re wondering if there’s a little motive to the movements. “do you have a friend who is looking for something? that in particular, i mean?”
the question is clearly searching, and even though you think seonghwa knows where this question will lead, you sense that he’s aiming for a direct confirmation from your lips.
“i-i am.”
“and you’d like me to find someone who would be a good fit for you?”
ding ding ding. seonghwa hits the nail right on the head, tongue poking out to drag over his lower lip as he glances over your expression. you bite the inside of your cheek.
“yes. like, i was thinking maybe um, i could meet you at the club? and you could help me find someone for that?”
seonghwa laughs at that, a deep and throaty sound that goes straight through your chest and out the other side like you’ve been shot.
“oh baby, why go through the trouble when i’m right here?”
“what?” you blurt in an instant. you heard him perfectly fine, you know exactly what he just laid out on the table, but still that doesn’t stop the disbelief from overcoming you. seonghwa drops his head to the side, one corner of his mouth pulling upwards with the motion, and he huffs out a breathless laugh.
“my specialty… my area of expertise, that is—” he pauses to lick at the edge of his lips, and you admittedly spend far too long staring at his tongue‌ “—let’s just say that i’ve been known to beg for the chance to indulge in such a kink.”
that’s a bit of a power trip in and of itself, although it’s not even a goal you have for the bedroom. just the idea of a man like seonghwa begging you for the chance to cum inside and—
you swallow to stop the thoughts from continuing, nearly ashamed at how filthy they are with the man sitting directly across from you.
“it’s outside your work hours,” you state somewhat dumbly, and seonghwa notes that with another laugh.
“i wouldn’t fuck you tonight even if you asked me to.”
“that specific kink — it requires unprotected sex, and in my line of work, that’s something we take very seriously. so, even though we’re close friends, we’ll need to go about this the right way.”
“which is?” it’s a quick admission to how badly you want seonghwa, and you see his pupils flash like an animal’s when he hears your interest.
“schedule an appointment at your gynecologist this week. i’ll send you the money to cover it, so don’t worry about the cost. have an std test done and get a copy of the results. sunday evening, come here at seven with them, okay? i’ll bring mine as well. i’m assuming we’re both clean here, so things ought to be smooth sailing from there. for now, though, let’s talk specifics.”
“specifics?” you press your thumbs into your palms, a nervous habit you picked up years ago.
“what’s on the table, what isn’t, hard limits, whether you want to use the color system for safewords, roleplaying and such. probably a lot all at once, but we can talk through it slowly, yeah? my primary job is your comfort, y/n, then your pleasure.”
“okay. um, fire away then.” handing over the control of the conversation to seonghwa is easy because he knows this better than you do, and you have no qualms with letting him lead how it will look as long as it conforms to your comfort zone. you trust him, he’s your friend first before he’s a sexual partner, and you know he’ll take great care to modify himself to your limits in the bedroom.
“what’s on the table. a breeding and impregnation kink?”
“yes.” it’s easier to admit this time around, and seonghwa’s somewhat gentle smile only encourages that further.
“hard limits?”
“uh, degradation, hitting, choking, things like that. i don’t want you — don’t like being called names.”
“perfect. praise then?”
“it’s not a necessity, not really.”
“and do you want to implement dom/sub themes to our scene?”
“no, not really. that feels… um, the few times i’ve tried it, it’s just felt rather impersonal and unenjoyable for me.”
“alright, we can avoid it. you’re familiar with the traffic light system of safewords?”
“yes. red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for good to go. i’m fine with using that.”
“and roleplay? do you want us to be more of actors in the scope of sex, or?”
“n-no, i’d like it to just… be us. no acting, if it can be avoided.” seonghwa lifts a hand to his chest and presses down hard over his heart.
“careful there, y/n. you might make me catch feelings talking so sweetly like that.”
you feel your body heat up at those words, a feeling of almost embarrassment at being called out even though it was never your intention to begin with. seonghwa moves again, and both feet find solid ground before he pushes himself to his feet. you watch him stand, eyes wavering a little under how tall he seems from this angle. he’s as elegant and graceful as ever, the epitome of want and seduction to a point where it’s no wonder people of all kinds are attracted to him. the effect he has on you just in two steps is dizzying at best.
seonghwa gets close enough for your knees to nearly brush as he stands before you. when he brings his index finger to your chin and tilts your head up to better see your face, you simply let him. entranced and intoxicated. it leaves you wanting to explore a little more.
“i don’t want it to feel like work to you,” you murmur with the last bit of sanity you have left in your body. he bends at the waist, free hand tucked behind his back and resting against his tailbone as he moves to close the distance between your mouths. you strain to reach him, but he stays just far enough out of reach to where only his breath cascade over your lips.
“it most certainly won’t.”
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sunday can’t come fast enough in your mind. even though nerves are a big factor in how you’re currently feeling, you are moreso impatient about finally getting what you’re after. the fact that it’s going to be with seonghwa of all people is just an added bonus. thus during the entire elevator ride up to seonghwa’s floor, you’re clutching your clean std results in one hand over your chest with enough force to tear the paper. true to his word, seonghwa did indeed send you the exact amount of money you needed to cover the appointment, plus a little extra pocket money that he refused to take when you tried sending it back. it makes you feel like you are the one doing him a favor when in reality it’s the other way around.
the ding of the elevator announces your arrival, and you step out into the long stretch of hallway after smoothing your dress down. he gave you no dress code for tonight — frankly you probably won’t be in clothes for long as it is — but you still put on a strappy little black dress to at least feel somewhat seductive and enticing. stupid, perhaps, but mostly a confidence boost.
it proves effective and worth it when seonghwa opens the door and takes in your exposed skin and body with little inhibitions.
“ah… i should’ve put something nicer on it seems.” he drags his tongue over the front of his teeth before smiling wide. you are indeed overdressed seeing as he’s got sweatpants and a plain black tee on, but the way he’s looking at you leaves little to the imagination and makes you feel just fine about the differences in your outfits.
“here,” you offer, handing the paper with your results on them over before stepping into the apartment with him.
“clean bill of health, hm?” seonghwa takes them with a grateful smile. his hand reaches for your lower back, securing against the satin there. his fingers wander enough to clue you in as to what he’s doing, and fortunately, he picks up on the lack of fabric underneath your dress within three seconds of searching. “did you walk here?”
“should have called me, i would have picked you up so you didn’t have to ride alone.”
ever the gentleman.
he leads you to the kitchen first, slipping away from your side as you reach the granite countertop, and two seconds later he returns to your side with a paper of his own.
“for you, my dear.” seonghwa twists so that his back is pressed to the counter, elbows finding purchase on the cold granite as he dangles the folding paper in front of you. you fall for his petty trick and reach to take it only for him to pull it out of your grasp at the last second. the smile he sends your way looks pained more than anything else, but you know that’s the kind of smile he wears when he’s really enjoying himself. “wanna earn it?”
“i thought we were supposed to see each other’s results before starting any of the fun?” you counter. your tongue catches between your teeth, and you raise a brow at him. oddly, playing the little game of push-and-pull puts you more at ease.
“then read my results so we can get on with it.” seonghwa mimics your expression and lifts one of his brows right back at you. you take the bait again, snatching the paper out of his fingers before he can yank it away again. he watches you with hyperfocus as your eyes scan the sheet, finding clean results across the board. you aren’t surprised; seonghwa wouldn’t offer to do this with you unless he was certain it would be safe for both of you. still, the gesture touches your heart a little, even if it’s a common thing he does with clients.
“haven’t fucked you yet, so no.” seonghwa pushes off the counter and steps away in the same breath, leaving you where you are as he leaves the kitchen. “so, will we be wining and dining before i have you? or shall we go straight to the bedroom?”
it ought to be criminal for seonghwa to look so fucking enticing in nothing but a plain tee and sweats.
“the position i have you in changes depending on your answer,” he continues. the words go straight to your gut, curling your insides with a wildly rampant sense of arousal at just the prospect of him fucking you.
“which do i get if i pick the wine and dine option?”
“on your knees over the couch as i fuck you from behind.”
you twist to face him better, hoping that your flustered state doesn’t show too much to his perceptive eyes.
“and the bedroom?”
“then i hope you’re flexible because i full intend to bend you in half so i can fill you up properly.”
your ploy to not let anything show yet fails right then in that moment. you can’t blink fast enough as your brain struggles to catch up and process what he’s just said, a subtle nod to what started this all in the first place. he’s doing it to test the waters a little and see where you stand in the scope of the scene, and you’d be lying if you said you were no longer interested. if anything, you want it even more now.
“is that more preferable, y/n?”
it’s the first time he’s said your name tonight, and it sounds like straight sin on his tongue.
“already speechless?”
“kiss me and we’ll see who’s left speechless, hwa.”
seonghwa laughs loud and clear, tongue poking out between his teeth.
“i knew you’d be fun once the nerves weren’t in the picture.” he must realize you don’t intend to go towards him because he’s stepping back towards the kitchen in the next few seconds, finally finally closing the distance between your bodies properly. and unlike last time where he merely teased you with the idea of a kiss, he fully plants his lips over yours with your chin pinched between his fingers. it’s not a rough grasp either — enough to encourage you to stay put, but there’s so little force that he could not be touching you at all for all you know.
it starts soft and gentle, lips like a plush cushion over yours, and you can taste strawberries on his mouth like he’s just eaten them. then his tongue pushes over your lip and intrudes to tangle with your own. every other time a man has done this with you, it’s been in a fight for dominance and control over you, but seonghwa — he doesn’t fight back when you push your tongue over his. he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue, using his slight height advantage to angle himself better against you and lick over your palate. the sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you use it as an excuse to fold your arms around seonghwa’s shoulders, intertwining your fingers at the base of his neck. his hands move at the same time yours do; long fingers trail down the exposed skin of your back before weaving through the strings keeping your dress together. he doesn’t remove the clothing yet though.
no, seonghwa keeps kissing you like it’s all he intends to do tonight, and you can’t even find the energy to complain because of how well he’s kissing you. it might be the lack of oxygen in your lungs though, because he also seems fully intent on running you completely dry of air before separating from your lips.
you do get a bit dizzy from it, in a strangely delightful way that leaves a pleasant fuzziness in your brain similar to a soft cotton. seonghwa pulls back to pant into your open mouth, inhaling the air you exhale with a dazed grin playing at his lips.
“having you tonight might open pandora’s box, baby. i’m already half-convinced that i want to make this a repeat occasion.”
“want you to fuck me,” you murmur through gasps of air. seonghwa drops his chin as he laughs, slightly damp black hair falling over his face. you can’t resist the urge to push it back and tug the locks lightly as you runs your fingers through it. it earns you seonghwa’s first moan of the night, a deep sound that makes your whole body thrum with equal parts arousal and excitement.
“keep that up and we won’t even make it to the bedroom.”
“then hurry up.” there’s an edge of whining to your tone, that of a petulant child not getting what they want fast enough, and though you expect seonghwa to retaliate and deny you, he simply secures a hand on your lower back once more, guiding you to the bedroom through the living room without complaint. that same hand moves up to tug the poorly drawn tie at your back. the fabric around your body falls loose in the next moment, warm hands replace the comfort of the fabric, and suddenly you are very nude in the middle of seonghwa’s bedroom.
he spins you around by the hips as he’s wrestling with the fabric now pooled around your ankles, lifting each foot up and out of the satin before taking a moment to strip himself down to his underwear. the bulge in his underwear is ungodly at best, already huge and he isn’t even full out of his clothes yet. and behind that, the thought of oh god i need that in me morphs into oh god he’s gonna be so deep in me with shocking haste. your mind catches on that thought, hangs onto it and clings to it desperately because you want it so badly. even as seonghwa returns to touching you and nudges you towards the bed, you’re still stuck on the thought of how good his cock is going to feel inside you.
you push yourself onto his mattress without any help from him, eagerness getting the better of you as you watch seonghwa pull his underwear off to reveal an impressive length underneath.
“hope you know how to use that,” you quip, if only to not seem so desperate for him.
“well, baby, i’m about to give you a demonstration with it that’ll ruin you for any other man.”
that comments border a bit too far on ridiculous, and seonghwa seems to realize that half a second later because he catches himself and falls into a small fit of laughter that has you laughing along with him.
“yeah, that was bad, i’m sorry,” he murmurs through laughs as he climbs up on the bed with you. you scooch back to the pillows, watching the way cock swings a little as he straddles your hips.
“sounded like a line out of a bad porno.” you’re still smiling when he kisses you again, as he smiles into your lips as well. it takes a lot of the weight out of the situation, makes it feel less serious and more personal in a way that you truly appreciate.
“how many bad pornos are you watching to know what they sound like?”
“a mediocre amount, i’d say.”
“let’s make a bad porno right now.” seonghwa nips at your lower lip, catching it between his teeth as he smiles down at you, and you roll your eyes despite still laughing.
“every bad porno ends in the girl not cumming.”
seonghwa clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“then i take it back. or i’ll take it as a challenge to make you cum on my cock. sound good?”
“y-yeah,” you whisper back, a little breathless with the way seonghwa’s fingers are moving lower and lower with each word. he reaches your entrance with two long digits and spreads your folds before dipping the first finger into your hole. thankfully, his fingers are thin enough for it not to be a discomfort, and you’re wildly grateful that he’s even taking the time to stretch you because of the sheer fucking size of his dick. and speaking of his dick, you find a thought somewhere in your head to reach down and grab hold of him. it earns you a sharp hiss, air rushing through seonghwa’s teeth as you close your fingers around the base of his cock.
you open your mouth to speak, but there’s no thought in your mind so you have no clue what you’re even intending to say. seonghwa interrupts anyway and presses his mouth to yours once more, at the same time his second finger slips in alongside the first. they dip out a second later with an embarrassingly loud squelch that signifies exactly how aroused and wet you are. does doesn’t stop to explain what he’s doing, but when his hand nudges your own out of the way, you think you’ve got a pretty good idea. it’s confirmed when he returns to scissoring his fingers gently inside your cunt. when you next put your hand on his length, it comes with greater ease, the slide of your palm against his cock assisted by your own aroused smeared over it.
seonghwa operates with a certain subtlety that doesn’t go ignored.
if you had to describe it, you’d probably echo his own words back to him, ones that he told you some time ago before this was even on the table.
you can work in sex but not be good at it.
seonghwa both works in it and is good at it, that much you can tell just from how much care he is taking with you and your body, reading the cues from your muscles and how you react to each touch. like when he curls his middle finger midway through a shallow thrust of his hand. you keen off the bed, back arching and spasming as he rubs over your sweet spot with the pad of his finger.
“oh my god,” you gasp against his mouth, and he eats the words right up with a breathy chuckle.
“can you sing louder for me, darling?”
he repeats the motion a second time. it has your moan breaking off into a high-pitched whine that devolves into a dry sob all in one breath.
his fingers disappear from your cunt only to push your hand off his cock, and you’re still a bit caught off-guard by the sound he pulled out of your body when he moves to press his tip to your needy hole.
“ready for me?” he asks before pushing in. you manage a series of nods, immediately moving your hands up to grab at the pillow under your head. “words, dear, i wanna hear you say you want my dick in your pussy.”
“i-i—” that just about renders you totally useless. seonghwa smiles more to himself than he does to you, and he shifts to grip the flesh on the back of your thighs. the next motion is so fluid and smooth that you barely realize what’s happening. one second you’re flat on your back, and the next seonghwa has your ankles folded so far over your waist that they’re nearly up over your head, knees resting just under your armpits.
“up to hold your legs in place for me?”
“y-yeah,” you exhale. he helps you secure your elbows around the backs of your knees, effectively folding you in half the way he initially promised to, and the static in your brain makes every thought stutter into nonexistence. “i’m ready for you to fuck me.”
“want your cock in me, hwa, please, fuck me full of cum?” you swallow after speaking, eyes searching seonghwa’s expression as his pupils dilate a little further.
“i’ll fuck you nice and full, baby. promise.”
and that, well, you trust him to do exactly that. he’s given you no reason to doubt him.
but first he enters you with almost much patience, slowly sinking his length into your cunt as he secures his hands around your forearms. the pressure forces you further into the fold he’s tangled you in, but it’s not enough to be painful on any part of your body.
when he fully seats himself inside you, your walls are already flexing and pulsing a bit around his cock, adjusting to the new stretch as he rubs small circles against your skin. you try your best to focus on that — the way his thumbs rub in rhythmic patterns and his soft urgings for you to relax work magic as well. he’s wildly patient with you as you adjust, eyes not leaving your face for even a second even though you’re sure he’s having a hard time not moving at all.
“o-okay, okay. green. i’m green, can we continue?” you ask once the burn dulls to a manageable degree.
seonghwa’s response is to rock his hips against your ass. the first shift of his cock has you jolting, the suddenness of the pleasure from this position foreign to you. you half expected him to struggle to find a good angle, but of course, he’s good at what he does, and what he does is sex.
your moans encourage the movements; his thrusts are fully in time with your responses to his body, that subtle care for how you’re doing shining through.
“feel good, baby?”
“y-yeah, your — ah, your cock feels so good, hwa,” you whine back, face buried against your shoulder as more cries tumble from your lips.
“you’re so tight for me, y/n. you and your needy little cunt… you want my cum that badly, huh? want me to fuck you nice and full, have my cum so deep inside you, you’ll feel it for days after this.” seonghwa is damn good at pushing all your buttons as well, almost too well because he’s ridding you of every coherent thought imaginable with so much ease that you’re a puddle of mush on the bed without even being close to an orgasm. “i wanna see fucked full of my cum, baby. will you let me do that? let me fuck you so good you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant from it. i promise i’ll be good for you.”
“h-hwa, pl-please,” you whine. the word twist your gut in ways you’re scared to admit, it’s too attracted, the idea is too enticing, you want it so fucking badly, and yet seonghwa is the one begging for it. he is begging for you to let him do what you want. and he doesn’t stop there — his mouth really never stops running for a moment.
“let me breed you, baby. wanna fill you up so badly, want my cum spilling out of you, let me have that please? i’m fucking you so well, aren’t i? don’t i deserve it?”
“yes, yes, hwa, please — i’m gonna cum!”
“gonna cum on my cock just like that?” he hits you with a particularly sharp thrust, and you cry out, tears springing to the corners of your eyes as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you.
“cumming, i’m cumming, oh my god, h-hwa, hwa—” your cries turn to a drawn out moan that seonghwa practically punches out of your chest with his uncoordinated thrusts, little gasps and breaks to you voice as he fucks you through the euphoric high. “c-cum in me, please, want you in me, cum inside.”
“i will, baby, i promise. i’ll fuck you nice and full of babies, how about that?”
you writhe under seonghwa’s weight as he fully sinks his cock in your pussy, fully buried to the hilt as he shoots hot strings of cum inside you. it’s so deep that you really believe what he said about you having no choice but to get pregnant, like the contraceptive is useless against this because of how deep inside he is and how much cum he’s pumping into your cunt. yet you don’t want to push him off or get him out of you, you want him to stay exactly where he is without a doubt, so when he relaxes his grip on your arms, you release a pitiful whine.
“stay, hwa.”
“gotta get you some water, love.”
“it can wait,” you urge, pushing your lower lip out in a way you hope will convince him not to pull out yet.
“then i wouldn’t be much of a gentleman, would i?”
“be a gentleman and stay inside me for a few more minutes then.”
a smile twists his lips, another one that looks like he’s grimacing more than smiling, then he leans closer to your face to press a kiss to your sweat-stricken forehead.
“then i’m getting you water and making you something to eat.”
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ladyartemesia · 10 months ago
All I Want For Christmas is You
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Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader
Summary: When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist...
Genre: Comedy • Fluff  • Smut
Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers
Collab: This work is part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes Collab featuring original holiday themed works by @ppersonna • @xjoonchildx  • @underthejoon • @yeojaa​ • @untaemedqueen • and @snackhobi
Word Count: 17K (I know—I am shocked too honestly)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Warnings: suggestive photographs • mention of accidentally being hit with a baseball • hints of jealousy and possessiveness • light tit slapping • explicit sexual content • m/f oral sex • consensual unprotected sex (shield it before you yield it y’all) • Viola’s mirror kink makes yet another appearance •
To @ppersonna​ (Lindy) @underthejoon​ (Fal) and @xjoonchildx​ (Ana) you guys are my heart. Your support, willingness to read (and re-read) and give honest feedback made this fic special. Your friendship is my daily dose of awesome. Truly, I love you.
To @untaemedqueen​ (D) all of the above applies to you, but I owe you a little something extra for the LITERAL HOURS you spent in the doc with me. This fic would not be here without you. You kept me moving. You inspired me. You were amazing. Thank you so very much. This story is lovingly dedicated to you. 
To @hobi-gif​ for being the most thorough and incredible beta reader and for having all the important girl chats with me. I think you learned more about my past than you wanted... Either way you made this story better and I am profoundly grateful for the hours of time you spent. I have removed all the Hope-No-No words in your honor. 
To @lemonjoonah​ as always, you knew EXACTLY what I needed to tweak to make this story work. (Gotta pass that Lemon Litmus Test or no dice lol.) My lovely soul twin. You’re a bloomin’ rockstar. 
Please Picture This Taehyung:
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“No. Absolutely not.”
“Yes. Because you absolutely owe me.”
“Then send me a bill, not your unmanageable harpy of a sister.”
Jimin raised a single unimpressed brow. 
“Kim Taehyung. It was exactly five years ago today that I carried your drunken naked ass two miles in the rain after you set your clothes on fire and sprained your ankle at that Beta Phi party.” He paused dramatically. “Do you remember what you said to me that night? After I deleted several pictures off phones and paid off half the party to keep it out of the papers?”
The man in question shifted uncomfortably.
“That incident is a bit hazy in my memory. I’m not sure I recall—”
“Jiminie—you’re the best and I—I owe… you. I owe you the most, Jiminie. I do—I owe you a favor—one BIG favor—anything you ask… Even though... I actually like being naked. I don’t think we need clothes. We should all be naked. Everyone. Then there would be world peace.”
Taehyung’s jaw dropped. 
Jimin grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
“Naturally. And I had it all ready to go—just in case you needed extra convincing.” He crossed his arms and fixed his best friend of nearly fifteen years with a triumphant smirk. “I’m calling in that favor today, Taehyung. Now are you a man of your word or not?”
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“He did WHAT?!”
Your mother winced. 
“Jimin was... uncomfortable leaving you alone for the holiday season. He normally accompanies you to the galas but this year—”
“This year I was going to go alone and finally build my reputation as an asset to this family!”
Park Soomin sighed as she watched her daughter pace fiercely around the living room of their luxury suite. 
“No one doubts that you’re an asset, but… in light of recent events...”
Rage and embarrassment flared up in your chest before you could stop them. 
“This is about Milo… isn’t it?”
The silence that greeted your statement was confirmation enough. 
“Are you ever going to trust me again?” you whispered. 
“Oh sweetheart... it isn’t you we don’t trust...”
Tears burned at the corner of your eyes, but you ruthlessly blinked them back. 
You would play along with their humiliating schemes. 
For now.
“So which one of Jimin’s Ivy League brat pack did he blackmail into babysitting me? 
For the first time in the entirety of the conversation, your mother looked truly nervous. 
“Kim Taehyung.”
You tripped over your own feet and face-planted into the sofa. 
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“Jungkook, I need to look into faking my own death. Nothing too over the top. Just a tasteful disappearance—”
The man in question could barely restrain his grin. 
“You don’t pay me nearly enough to deal with your mother in the event of your tragic demise and miraculous resurrection.”
“I could pay you more.”
“Or,” Jungkook replied with a heavy dose of judgment coloring his tone, “you could put on this ridiculous tie and stop trying to weasel out of it.”
“Sometimes I wonder why I pay you at all,” Taehyung growled, yanking the tie from the younger man’s grasp. “Clearly I’m not the one in charge.”
“Your words, sir, not mine. Now shall we go over the details and itinerary?”
If Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best executive aide in the city (and one of his closest friends) Tae would have drop-kicked him right then and there.
“Could you at least try to look like you’re not enjoying this?”
“I’m sorry, sir. It was insensitive of me to ignore your suffering in this delicate time. The trauma of escorting a beautiful woman to a series of glorified buffets weighs heavily upon you.”
Taehyung tightened the tie so aggressively, he almost strangled himself.
“Beautiful woman?!” he wheezed. “We’re talking about the girl who showed up to our formal graduation party looking like she just escaped from Azkaban.”
Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. 
“Tae… how long has it been since you’ve actually seen Ms. Park?” 
“Seen? Maybe three—four years.”
The heir-apparent of Kim Holdings avoided the public end of corporate culture like the plague, preferring to leave the requisite schmoozing to his personable cousin, Kim Seokjin. 
However, he had crossed paths with his adolescent nemesis in... other ways. 
Taehyung was romancing a lovely young socialite who suddenly ghosted him after someone told her that he wanted at least eight naturally-birthed children. 
Soon after, your favorite charity received an anonymous 30,000 dollar donation requesting that you be featured in the dunk tank for an upcoming benefit carnival and then the same anonymous patron paid for at least fifteen little league teams to attend. 
In retaliation, someone petitioned the National Aviary Society (chaired by a very influential senator’s wife that no one ever refused if they wanted their permits to go through) to make Taehyung the MC at their annual awards ceremony—knowing full well he was allergic to birds (not dangerously allergic—just enough to be miserable).  
Taehyung had sniffled and sneezed through approximately one hundred parrots, parakeets, and other assorted fowl until he was ready to commit murder. 
The last several years had been littered with similar incidents of the two of you taking thinly veiled potshots at one another. 
“I can’t imagine she’s changed very much,” Taehyung bit off absently. His mind was abruptly consumed by how he could get revenge for those demonic birds. 
He didn’t notice the smile creeping over Jungkook’s face. 
“No, sir. I’m sure she hasn’t changed at all.”
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Taehyung had only ever had the wind knocked out of him once before. 
He was Dionysia High School’s star pitcher for three seasons and during one particularly tense game against JY Prep, Lim Jaebeom whacked a line drive right into his solar plexus. 
That’s how it felt to look up and see you at the top of the stairs. 
In his head, you were still the mischievous imp from his childhood. Every prank he played was directed at the fierce little fiend with braids and braces who’d knocked him and his date into the university fountain while experimenting with her friend’s skateboard. 
But she was gone… and in her place was something far more dangerous. 
A woman. 
Silken fabric wrapped tightly over curves you definitely didn’t have four years ago. That wild hair had been tamed into shining waves and pinned elegantly at the nape of your neck. The wicked slit that traveled all the way up your thigh teased a smooth shapely leg that all but demanded the viewer fantasize about running their hand up the length of it. 
Suddenly it was very clear why Park Jimin wouldn’t let his sister venture into the corporate cesspool alone. 
Because the sight of you could make a man desperate. 
Betrayal—of all things—slowly crept over Taehyung as you descended toward him like some sort of angel floating down from the heavens. 
His mind went blank. Just watching the seductive shift of your hips as you swayed ever closer felt like a violation of his friendship with Jimin. He could feel the judgmental stares of an imaginary Bro-Code Council boring into him from on high. 
“I see you’ve recovered from your memorable tenure as the Aviary Society’s Master of Ceremonies.”
And just like that the brat was back. 
Taehyung breathed a hefty sigh of relief, secretly thrilled to be in familiar territory with you. 
“Naturally I was delighted to help Senator Mitchell’s wife. In fact, Mitchell’s office just fast tracked all my pending permit requests for the new year.” He tilted forward, coming into your space a bit. “I should really send you a thank you card.” 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scowled, breezing past him like an indignant queen. 
Tae could practically see the steam pouring out of your ears. 
“Of course not,” he chuckled.
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The first gala of the holiday season was an extravagant annual affair hosted by Min Corp., a Seoul based investment firm that commanded billions in assets. This year, the theme of the event was the Joseon Dynasty and the entire ballroom had been gloriously transformed into a stunning celebration of the Min family’s royal heritage. 
Attendees were gifted their own traditional fan, each uniquely crafted by artisans from Damyang. Taehyung’s was all black with bold silver calligraphy while yours was a beautiful bamboo and silk piece decorated with pomegranate trees. 
You had already whacked three people with it by the time dinner was served. 
“It really is a pity these fell out of fashion,” you lamented. “They’re quite useful.”
“You are deranged,” Taehyung mumbled, massaging his temples in exasperation. 
“Nonsense. I only fanned those who deserved it.”
“He was staring at my rack for a solid minute.”
Taehyung could hardly blame the man, it was a battle he himself was losing after all, but Harkins was twice your age and married—therefore his ogling was in especially poor taste. 
“Okay... What about Kang?” 
“He was verbally abusing one of the waitstaff.” 
“Alright, fair enough, but why on earth would you go after sweet old Mrs. O’Malley?”
“She was about to grab your ass.”
Taehyung’s mouth dropped open.
“She’s eighty-five!”
“And still kickin’ apparently.” You shook your head in disgust. “As if I’d whack an eighty-five year-old woman for anything less than non-consensual touching.”
“I- I- mean—surely you must be mistaken,” he coughed. 
“Oh, there’s no mistake. That nasty old crone is a serial offender. She likes to play it off as dementia, but she’s as sharp as a tack. Last year she got a whole handful of Jimin. Honestly, I’d call the police on her, but the commissioner is her grandson so I doubt I’d get very far.”
Taehyung turned to the woman in question just in time to see her totter lecherously toward Jung Hoseok, fingers already twitching in anticipation. 
“Is nothing sacred?” he mused hollowly. 
You shrugged. 
“Many people who accumulate as much as our families have start believing that they are entitled to whatever strikes their fancy.” Your eyes met his with a hint of bemusement. “Surely you should be used to this sort of thing by now?”
“Yes, but I was hardly expecting it from little old ladies!”
The remainder of dinner was a terse affair where you pretended he didn’t exist for the entire meal and he in turn pretended that the spunky young heiress seated to his right was the most darling creature to ever walk the earth. By dessert she was ready to get married and you were ready to vomit. 
Afterward, Taehyung found himself quickly converted to your views on fan usefulness as you began strolling through the crowd intent on strengthening your family’s corporate ties. 
“Kim Taehyung,” you ground out through clenched teeth, “how am I supposed to do business if you keep stabbing everyone I speak to!”
“I don’t know what you’re implying. I’m simply not used to carrying one of these. I may have accidentally grazed a few overzealous individuals—”
“My last three conversations have been rudely disrupted by the blunt end of that accused fan.”
Taehyung crossed his arms smugly. 
“And what of it? Jimin sent me along to keep an eye on you and the gentlemen in question were hardly behaving themselves. No one has to put their hand in my back or lean that close to me when they’re talking business.” 
“That’s because no one wants to get that close to you,” you replied sweetly. “You’re gross.” 
A devastating grin slid slowly over his features as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. 
“I can think of several women who might disagree.”
He just barely caught the hitch in your breath before- 
“Like who? Miss Blushes-and-Giggles from dinner?”
“Jealous?” Taehyung drawled cockily. 
“Only in your dreams, Kim.” Then, with a deliberate flick of your fan, you turned your back to him. “I’m headed for the ladies room. Do yourself a favor and don’t follow me in.”
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It was twenty minutes before Taehyung realized that you slipped out the back entrance of the restroom. 
It took another ten for him to locate you on the balcony flirting outrageously with Min Yoongi. 
The young heir of Min Corp. was just leaning closer to whisper sweet nothings in your ear when a black fan slid right in between the two of you. 
“Lovely weather we’re having,” Taehyung observed cheerfully. His eyes bounced between you and Yoongi with barely concealed fury and you let out a miserable groan. 
“Mr. Kim,” Yoongi cleared his throat significantly. “What an… unexpected surprise.”
Frustration clawed at your chest as your overbearing guardian nodded smugly in response. 
It was time to teach him—and Jimin—a lesson. 
“Yoongi,” you sighed, sliding your hand pointedly through the crook of his arm, “I’m not feeling at all well. Would you perhaps… escort me home?”
Taehyung suddenly looked as if he’d swallowed a live octopus. 
Yoongi grinned, clearly thrilled with the prospect of simultaneously spending more time with you and irritating Taehyung. 
“It would be my pleasure.”
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“Jimin is gonna kill me,” Taehyung grumbled as he watched Min Yoongi help you into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin. 
An ugly green feeling he refused to identify twisted sharply in his gut when you smiled coyly at the other man. 
“This is ridiculous,” he snarled to no one in particular before yanking his phone out of his pocket. 
Jungkook picked up on the second ring. 
“I need you to drive to Ms. Park’s apartment and tell me if she goes in alone or if Min Yoongi goes in with her.”
“You want me to what?!” 
“Just do it!” he snapped, downing an entire glass of champagne before signaling his own driver. 
Fifteen minutes later his phone vibrated from the car seat next to him. 
1 New Message from: Jungkook
Her building has four separate entrances. Which one do I watch? 
Taehyung could practically feel the vein pulsing in his forehead as he scrolled through his contacts. 
You picked up on the fourth ring. 
“Where are you?”
“Oh it’s you… Wait—how did you get this number?”
“Jimin. Obviously. Now please answer the question.”
“Oh a ‘please.’ Who knew you had manners?”
“Answer the question, Park. I’m tired.”
The distinct sound of a zipper unzipping carried through the speaker. 
“I’m at home, of course. Where else would I be? I just got here like a minute ago.”
He had a sudden vision of Min Yoongi helping you out of your dress. His grip on the phone tightened. 
“Are you alone?”
You snorted. 
“I don’t see how that is any of your business.”
Taehyung saw red. 
“I’m coming over.”
There was a loud crash and several colorful words in at least three different languages. 
“Wha- No! I’m trying to go to bed!”
“With who?!”
“With myself, you idiot!”
“Prove it!”
“Fine! I will!”
The line disconnected and Taehyung swore loudly. He was just about to direct the driver to your building when his phone went off again. 
1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 
He almost choked on his tongue. 
You were clearly in the middle of undressing and—in your irritation—probably hadn’t looked too carefully at the picture you sent.  
At first glance it was simply a shot of your empty room (presumably “proof” that you were alone) but you neglected to consider the floor-length mirror hanging in the far corner…
A mirror that showed you angrily holding up your phone with your gown pooled deliciously around your waist and the soft round swells of your breasts strapped into lacy red lingerie. 
You were exquisite. 
A fierce, hot sensation gripped him ruthlessly, and this time there was no mistaking it. 
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Your phone lit up on the bed where you tossed it after snapping a photo for your tightly-wound man nanny. 
1 New Message from: Kim Grinch 
I didn’t know you liked Van Gogh. 
Your head tilted in confusion. 
There was a Van Gogh print in your room, but he couldn’t have seen it because it was behind you when-
Oh NO.
You gasped, scrolling back up to confirm what deep down you already knew to be true. 
… You just sent Kim Taehyung a topless mirror selfie. 
Several miles away, smiling smugly in the backseat of his town car, Taehyung was sure he could almost hear you screaming. 
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“Good morning, sir. Which would you like first; the bad news or the worse news?”
Taehyung groaned from underneath his covers. 
“Don’t you ever knock? I could have a woman up here.”
“You’ve never brought a woman up here.”
“Is that the bad news?” Taehyung yawned. 
“No,” Jungkook tossed a small stack of newspapers and printed digital articles into his lap, “this is the bad news.”
Pictures of you, Min Yoongi, and even himself were splashed over the front pages of all of them. 
“The Park Angel?” 
“That’s what the media calls her... The public is rather fascinated with her actually.”
“Can’t imagine why,” Taehyung mumbled. 
“Of course not, sir. It’s a great mystery.”
As usual, Taehyung chose to ignore his aide’s lethal snark and pressed on to the matter at hand. 
“This is a flaming disaster.”
“Oh I don’t know. I really appreciated the picture of you staring on forlornly while she and Yoongi climbed into the Aston Martin. Takes a real gift to capture all that drama in a single frame.”
“Which one was that?!” 
Tae ran his hand down over his face in exasperation. 
“I’m surprised my mother hasn’t called.”
“She has. Twice.”
“I don’t suppose that’s the ‘worse news’ is it?”
“Of course it isn’t. I’m never that lucky.” He collapsed backwards into his pillows with a beleaguered huff. “Go ahead then. Tell me.”
“Park Jimin is on the line for you right now.”
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After a small eternity on the phone with Jimin (assuring him that NO Min Yoongi had not despoiled his precious sister and YES he would definitely do better next time), Taehyung was forced to attend an impromptu brunch with his mother. It took considerable effort, but he was eventually able to convince her that you were neither breaking his heart nor expecting his child. 
By the time he arrived to collect you for this evening’s event, Taehyung was already sick of hearing your name (he’d spoken it no less than three hundred times since Jungkook woke him this morning).
You were in much the same boat as Taehyung, having spent most of the afternoon pacifying Jimin and clearing up your own mother’s romantic delusions regarding the Min and Kim heirs respectively. 
Tonight’s gala was a Victorian Christmas Ball thrown by the National Literary Fund and the entire venue had been transformed into a Charles Dickens fever dream. 
Unlike the Min Gala (whose theme was guarded like a state secret every year) the Literary Fund’s tribute to A Christmas Carol was tradition and you were dressed accordingly in a custom corset gown with gorgeous detailing. 
Every second of effort it took to lace yourself into the monstrosity was worth the look on Taehyung’s face the moment you slipped off your cape. 
“Something wrong, Mr. Kim?”
Taehyung was desperately trying to look literally anywhere but your chest, where said corset was serving up your breasts like a debauched buffet. 
Jimin. Think of Jimin. Think of what Jimin will do to you. Think of how much trouble she’s caused-
He peeked again.
I would pay a million dollars to suck those tits. 
“Nothing at all,” his voice cracked. 
The itinerary for the evening included performances by a local children’s choir, a traditional waltz, and—of course—dinner.
You both managed to get along without snapping at each other during the choral performance, but as two of the largest donors to the Children’s Literacy Initiative, neither of you could escape being drawn into the waltz. 
The energetic socialite who Taehyung flirted with over dinner the previous night eventually lured him onto the floor while you graciously accepted an invitation from a lovely older gentleman who chaired the Fund’s event committee. 
For the first few movements, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Mr. Lee was charming, respectful, and still an excellent dancer despite his advanced age. It wasn’t until a familiar sound caught your attention that the lightness in your chest suddenly felt heavy...
Taehyung was laughing. 
You heard him do so many times over the years, and in each instance, the carefree magic of it never failed to make your heart flutter. 
But now he was smiling down at the pretty little heiress and laughing for her… and the flutter in your chest was accompanied by something else. 
Something that felt an awful lot like longing. 
“Does he know you look at him like that?” Mr. Lee asked quietly. 
Your eyes flew guiltily to his, but it was too late. The old man had caught a glimpse of the secret you buried deeply for more than a decade; so deeply, in fact, there were times you almost forgot it yourself...
“No,” you whispered, “he has no idea.” 
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Disaster struck at dinner. 
Taehyung quite liked dancing with the lovely Miss Something-or-Other. She was sweet and funny and (unlike with you) he wasn’t constantly torn between agitation and raging inappropriate lust in her presence. 
The cold shoulder you offered him when he took his seat seemed even more frigid than usual and he spent half the meal wondering what he’d done to earn your amplified disdain when suddenly—
Your hand smacked down on his wrist, seizing it in a vise-like grip. 
Taehyung nearly choked on his steak and was about to give you a searing set-down over your spontaneous grabby-ness when he noticed your expression. 
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, leaning forward in concern. 
“I-I need—” 
It looked as if you were in some sort of physical pain and Taehyung was rapidly becoming worried. 
“I need your help,” you finally managed to whimper and the next thing he knew, you were dragging him away from the table and into one of the secluded alcoves near the main entrance hall. 
“Is there anyone around? Can anyone see us?” The look on your face bordered on unhinged. 
“No. There’s no one. Park, are you okay? What’s going on I—”
“I need you to unlace my dress,” you hissed frantically. 
At that moment, a bomb could have gone off and Taehyung wouldn’t have blinked. 
You, however, were completely preoccupied with your own distress and therefore oblivious to his. 
“My earring broke during dinner and fell down there and now it’s stabbing me—”
Your eyes were beginning to tear. Taehyung remained frozen, still trying to figure out whether or not this was a lucid dream. 
“—it’s definitely pierced the skin and there’s a possibility I’m gonna start bleeding through the fabric—”
The mention of blood snapped him out of his daze somewhat. 
“A-Alright. Just turn around—brace yourself on that wall.”
You quickly did as you were told and Taehyung began to tug fruitlessly at the ties cross-crossing your back.
“Why won’t this—”
His fingers fumbled over the knots, desperately trying to loosen them, but they simply wouldn’t budge. 
“I can’t—I can’t get it. Whoever helped you into this thing made sure you weren’t getting out of it.” 
You whined in frustration and the earring shifted a bit in response. 
There was only one other way to fix this (and you would almost rather be in pain). 
“Taehyung I—” you turned to face him again, forcing your eyes shut before reluctantly doing what had to be done “... I need you to reach down the front of my dress and get it.”
He blinked. Twice. 
“I’m sorry—What did you just—”
“Please, Tae,” you whispered desperately, letting your lip tremble in a way he had never been able to resist, “it hurts…”
He gulped. 
His eyes dropped to the matter at hand.
This is fine. Everything’s fine. She’s in pain, right? You’re basically a doctor right now. You’re just going slide your hand in between the most mouthwatering pair of breasts you’ve ever seen and then—
Taehyung’s manic inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of his own moan. He immediately faked a coughing fit to cover it and prayed you hadn’t noticed. 
(You hadn’t. You were actively being stabbed.) 
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he muttered, curling his fingers over the scalloped edge of the bodice. 
You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold back any reaction, but when his knuckle brushed the pebbled tip of your nipple, you gasped. 
His hand stuttered, lingering a moment too long over the tight little peak as his gaze suddenly shot up to meet yours. Both of you had been studiously avoiding eye contact, yet now it was as if neither of you could look away. 
Taehyung wet his lips reflexively. 
“It’s too tight,” he whispered, “I need more leverage.” 
Then his arm wrapped over the curve of your lower back and he drew you tightly against him, anchoring your hips just enough to fully slip his hand between your body and the corset. 
You were so warm.
So soft...
“I can feel it,” he grunted, “but I can’t get a good grip on it.” 
His mouth pressed into a tight line as he leaned forward, bringing your back up against the wall. You let out a little squeak and his eyes darted briefly down to your mouth before he spoke again. 
“Hold on to me.”  
You nodded and wordlessly slid your arms around his waist.
If you concentrated hard enough, you could almost pretend that this wasn’t one of the most erotic moments of your life. 
You could almost pretend that it meant nothing. 
Your mind was spinning wildly, wondering what he was thinking, wondering if he noticed how strangely you were breathing or how hard your heart was beating...
“I’ve got it,” he murmured. Shivers shot down your spine at the dark timbre of his voice. 
He was so close. You could feel every word he spoke brushing softly against your skin. 
“On ‘three’ I’m going to pull it out… Are you ready?”
You drew in a final steadying breath. 
“Do it.”
He nodded. 
“One… Two… Three—”
Taehyung yanked his hand back and several things happened at once. 
Your breasts bounced almost entirely out of the corset. 
The decorative clasps on the front of your gown tangled with the buttons on his shirt and when he pulled back, three of them went flying off like stray bullets. 
And finally, the corset didn’t relinquish Taehyung’s hand quite quickly enough and, as a result, you toppled forward and crashed down on top of him, smashing your newly bare breasts to his newly bare chest. 
It could have been ten seconds or ten hours that passed by while the two of you lay there, breathing heavily in a pile of confused arousal when—
“... Is… everything alright here?”
You both looked up to find a thoroughly scandalized member of the waitstaff standing over you. 
Taehyung saw his life flash before his eyes—ending (of course) with Jimin murdering him for this. 
He gulped again. 
“I can explain.” 
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It was decided—for the sake of appearances—that you would both leave the venue (immediately) in separate vehicles. 
Taehyung dropped a cool three hundred in crisp bills on the unfortunate waiter in order to help him ‘forget’ whatever he may or may not have seen. 
Neither of you spoke another word to each other in the ten minutes it took to bribe all the appropriate parties, gather your coats, and call for two separate town cars. 
Something had happened when he touched you; a subtle shift in the precarious balance of your relationship that you both felt keenly, but could not possibly begin to define. 
Taehyung barely even remembered climbing into the back of a vehicle. His body was firing on auto-pilot after the sensory overload of the last half hour. It wasn’t until he was nearly home that he realized he was still holding onto your earring. 
His mind began to wander as he examined the troublesome bauble in his palm. It was a striking piece; deceptively complex and unexpectedly beautiful. 
Just like you.
He told himself that the heat pooling low in his belly was anger—that the strange anxiousness to be near you was simply a desire for retribution—that it was merely platonic curiosity that left his hands aching to explore the rest of your curves. 
… and pitifully transparent ones at that. 
Still, he clung to them desperately out of self-preservation. 
The gentle hum of his phone suddenly disturbed Taehyung’s silent contemplation. 
1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 
I made it home safely. 
Taehyung’s fingers were typing a reply before he could properly consider the consequence of his actions. 
To: Park Gremlin
I require proof… like last time. 
He nearly threw the phone the moment he sent it, running his hands down over his face in disbelief. 
You’re playing with fire, Kim Taehyung. 
And he was burning up already. He had no business sending you texts like that. Maybe you wouldn’t catch it. Maybe he could just-
The phone went off again and it was embarrassing how quickly he scrambled to open your response. 
His heart stuttered in his chest. His breathing ceased entirely-
And he knew—he knew—there was no coming back from this.
At first glance the photo was nearly identical to the shot you sent him last night. Same room, same angle… 
same mirror.
Yet this time, the reflection was quite different. 
The temptress in the glass wore nothing but that sinfully delicious corset and a pair of silky lace thigh highs, each accented with a green satin bow. 
He wanted to rip them off with his teeth. 
 “Oh Taehyung,” he whispered, as a dark wave primitive longing tore through him, “you are in so much trouble.”
Across town (buried beneath a pile of blankets) you were still struggling to process the boldness of your own actions when his response lit up your screen. 
1 New Message from: Kim Grinch
Green is my favorite color. 
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Taehyung awoke to a series of crashes and shouts echoing from the floor below him. 
Jungkook was already seated in the corner of the room reading a newspaper. 
“Good morning, sir,” he said without looking up. “Would you like the bad news or the worse news?”
Suddenly the french doors of his bedroom slammed open and one very irate Park Jimin stormed through. 
“I swear I should have seen this coming. The two of you have always been obsessed with each other, but I never imagined—”
Taehyung’s eyes widened guiltily. He quickly schooled his features into a confused glare. 
“Jimin, I’ve only been awake for fifteen seconds. What the hell are you talking about?!”
Another stack of newspapers hit his lap and this time the pictures were mostly of him with his shirt ripped halfway down his chest. 
He winced a bit at that last one. 
“You have ten seconds to explain before I start throwing things.”
Taehyung opened his mouth to do just that, but he was interrupted when his mother marched into the room waving the same articles that Jimin had just thrown at him. 
“KIM TAEHYUNG I raised you better than this! How could you!? That poor girl!”
“Mother!” he squeaked, yanking his blanket up over his chest like a frightened debutante. 
Jungkook began surreptitiously filming the whole debacle from the corner. 
“Indeed,” Jimin added darkly, crossing his arms over his chest, “how could you?”
Taehyung sighed heavily. 
“Is anyone else going to come charging into my bedroom?”
“Just answer me once and for all, is she pregnant?” 
“NO! Mother! Oh my—”
“Why does your mom think my little sister is pregnant?!”
Taehyung waved his arms wildly in exasperation. 
“My mom thinks everyone is pregnant! You know this!”
Jungkook could no longer contain his hysterical cackling. He very nearly fell off the chair trying to hold it all in. 
“Mr. Jeon,” Taehyung ground out irritably, “if it’s not too much trouble, could you please escort everyone out of my bedroom so I can get dressed!” 
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“So you see—I was basically like a doctor,” Taehyung finished emphatically. 
He spent the past twenty minutes explaining to the entire table (which now included both you and your mother) why it was necessary to shove his hand down the front of your dress. 
Park Soomin had shown up at his door looking for answers (and dragging you behind her like a sacrificial lamb) about three minutes after Jimin. 
You had taken one look at Jimin’s murderous expression and insisted that the situation be evaluated over breakfast at the cafe down the street (where there were lots of witnesses). 
Which was how you, Taehyung, Jimin, and both your mothers ended up discussing your cleavage over coffee in a public restaurant. 
Jimin was the first to break. It was a few snorts at first, but he was basically in tears by the end of it, wheezing about how he never doubted Taehyung for a second and holding on to his sides from laughing too hard. 
Taehyung’s gaze met yours for a brief, heated exchange. He conveniently forgot to mention your slightly-less-than-explainable ‘check-in’ texts, but their existence was palpable in the air between you. 
“I think I’ll take a walk,” you muttered, excusing yourself from the complicated atmosphere at the table. 
Taehyung’s eyes lingered on you a tad too long as you wandered away, a fact that wasn’t missed by either of your mothers.
“Just a few more events and you can go back to not seeing her at all,” Jimin chuckled, patting him on the back. 
“Yeah,” Taehyung answered with a tight smile. “That’s… great.”
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The cafe had a lovely little balcony area decorated with all sorts of comforting Christmas foliage. It was far more inviting than the awkward conversation and confusing stares you and Taehyung had been trading all morning. 
For the first time in the nearly fifteen years of your relationship (such as it was) you didn’t know where you stood with him… and it bothered you more than you cared to admit. 
Taehyung had always been important to you, whether you wanted him to be or not. He mattered—effortlessly—from the first moment you met him and continued to do so without regard for your sanity. 
Whatever was building between you now would almost certainly bring change… though what kind of change was anyone’s guess. 
It was hard to imagine the years ahead without the strange excitement he always brought to your life, but some things were simply out of your control…
“I never thought I’d see you here.”
A profoundly unpleasant feeling (something similar to falling through the ice on a frozen pond) overtook you. 
“Milo.” Even saying his name felt gross. You sighed. “What is so strange about seeing me here?”
The man in question blushed in a way you once found irresistible. 
“I looked for you everywhere. All your usual places—”
“I avoided them.”
I avoided you. 
Milo nodded. 
“I—I figured.” 
He took a step closer and you instinctively moved back. The hurt in his eyes was unmistakable, but you had long since become immune. 
“What are you doing?” you hissed angrily. “I thought I made myself clear the last time we spoke.”
“Yes, but—” his hand reached out to curl over your forearm and you recoiled, “you didn’t give me a chance to explain—”
“Excuse me.” 
You both turned to see Kim Taehyung with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Milo like he was a roach that crawled across his dinner plate. 
“Your mother sent me to come find you. She wants to leave.” 
You nodded and moved to pull away, but Milo’s grip tightened on your arm. 
“No—please if you just give me a minute—”
“That is enough,” Taehyung snarled, seizing the other man’s hand and forcibly removing it from your person. He angled his body between the two of you protectively. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
Milo’s eyes narrowed. 
“You’re Kim Taehyung. I read all about you in the papers this morning.” His lips twisted into an ugly sneer as he addressed you. “You really think you’re better off with him if that’s the way he treats you?”
Taehyung tensed menacingly beside you, but you laid a gentle hand on his arm to calm him. 
“None of that is any of your concern.” Your gaze rose to meet his defiantly. “Nothing about me is your concern anymore.”
Milo’s eyes fell to where your palm rested on the other man’s sleeve, noticing the way you both unconsciously leaned toward one another. 
“This isn’t over,” he muttered, storming off. 
After he was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. 
“Thank you,” you whispered (though you couldn’t resist adding), “I could have handled it myself of course…”
Taehyung laughed. 
“Oh I know. I was at that party where you knocked out Tyler Jung for grabbing your ass.” 
You grinned. 
“I’d forgotten about that.”
“Well I’m sure Tyler hasn’t.” 
(He neglected to mention that he split Tyler’s lip behind the library the next day, just to make sure it was extra memorable for him.) 
“I wish I could forget about Milo.”
“... Are you still in love with him?” 
The words tasted like ash in his mouth. 
“No.” You smiled softly. “I’m not sure I was ever in love with him actually. It’s more—” you sighed, “—embarrassment… wounded pride.”
Taehyung tilted his head curiously and you found yourself continuing. 
“In the beginning, he was very playful and charming—and obviously handsome. He reminded me so much of—”
You cleared your throat. 
“Anyway… I was quite taken with him at first. I didn’t suspect any ulterior motives.” You shrugged, trying to hold back the unpleasant emotions that always threatened to overrun you in moments like this. “I just thought he liked me.”
Taehyung’s eyes filled with sympathy and understanding as you spoke. It felt oddly natural to open up to him this way. 
“Jimin is very protective of me—with good reason it turns out. He was suspicious of Milo and hired people to do some discreet digging.”
Your hands wrapped around your body for both warmth and comfort. 
“Milo’s family owns several companies, just like ours, but they’re all struggling. His father sent him to me hoping that he would eventually get compromising information… a sex tape or photographs—something of that nature. They intended to blackmail Jimin into doing business with them.”
Taehyung felt his jaw clench painfully. Fury, hot and profound, rolled through him. 
“I should kill him.”
You shook your head, amused in spite of yourself. 
“That’s exactly what Jimin said.”
“He has good instincts.”
“Scum like Milo aren’t worth it,” you chuckled. “He never got what he wanted… but I was still mortified. I felt like such a fool for believing him.”
“No,” Taehyung’s hands slid up to cup your shoulders, “it’s not foolish to believe that someone cared for you.”
It would be so easy to care for you. 
“Besides…” his eyes fell briefly to your lips as he searched for the right words, “I saw the way he looked at you and—even though he’s clearly a terrible person—I believe his feelings may have been genuine.”
You nodded. 
“That’s what he keeps trying to tell me—that he did have bad intentions, but ended up falling for me anyway.” You shook your head. “As If I could believe a word he says.”
The silence between you stretched comfortably. Taehyung sensed you had more to say, so he waited until you were ready to voice it. 
“I think that’s why I’m so sensitive about handling things on my own lately… and just now even. I want to prove to everyone—to myself—that I’m not a liability.”
“Hey,” he whispered, tipping your chin up till your gazes met, “no one thinks you’re a liability. And even if you are capable, no one should have to fight their own battles all the time—especially when they’re emotionally compromised…” His thumb gently brushed away the small tear that escaped down the curve of your cheek. “That’s the benefit of having people who care about you.”
“... Like you?” 
The words left you so softly, you could almost imagine they were still in your head where they likely should have stayed. 
Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise. His gaze became even more intent and you ceased breathing altogether. After a moment his lips parted as if he was about to speak- 
“What’s going on, guys?”
You both jerked back at the sound of your brother’s voice. He was standing in the entrance to the balcony, gaze darting suspiciously between the two of you. 
Taehyung was a bit dazed, but you were always quicker on your feet. 
“I ran into Milo… Tae was calming me down.”
Jimin’s eyes hardened immediately. 
“Where is he?”
“Long gone,” you mumbled, ambling over to the familiar warmth of his arms. “I just want to go home.” 
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The Black and White Ball was one of the most coveted invitations of the holiday season. 
The dress code was quite strict (all black or all white—no exceptions) and it was one of the few events where people actually arrived in limousines. 
Taehyung loathed limousines. He felt absurdly pretentious pulling up to your building in such a gauche ride, but traditions and appearances meant too much in his world to simply disregard them. 
His ensemble for the evening was a beautifully tailored black suit with hand-stitched baroque detailing. Oddly, he found himself wondering what you would think of it... 
“You look like a vampire.”
Taehyung turned at the sound of your voice and was struck, yet again, by how incredibly beautiful you were. 
You had chosen to wear white, donning an exquisite gown with delicate pearl beading and a daring sweetheart neckline that molded perfectly to your frame. 
If he looked like a vampire, you were surely an angel. 
Angel or not, he couldn’t let that comment pass. 
“I think I’m offended.”
“I can’t imagine why. After all, loads of women are attracted to Nosferatu.”
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. 
“There are so many sexy vampires in popular culture, but you just had to lump me in with the creepy bald one...”
You shrugged playfully. 
“I wouldn’t want you to think I was going soft.”
A wicked grin danced over your lips as you strolled past him regally—just as you had many times before... 
This time, however, he let his eyes linger a little longer on the view. 
Lord have mercy. 
“Of course not,” he coughed. 
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“You’re what?!”
You rolled your eyes.
Tonight had been going rather well. 
The two of you formed a mutual unspoken agreement to pretend that your last encounter on the balcony (and on the phone) had never happened and (despite the heated glances you occasionally traded) the bickering and playful banter characteristic of your relationship had all but returned to normal...
Until Taehyung learned of your participation in the evening’s main event. 
“I told you, I’m part of the date auction this year.”
“Does your brother know about this?!”
“I didn’t see any reason to bother him with it.” You were suddenly preoccupied with your nails. 
“Woman,” Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “are you trying to make my life difficult?”
“No, I’m just naturally gifted in that respect.”
You turned and began making your way to the front, but Taehyung was hot on your heels and clearly not ready to let the matter rest. 
“I cannot believe you’re actually going through with this! It’s not 1810, you know. We shouldn’t just auction off women for dates—”
“You’re absolutely right, Tae Tae.” You brushed a condescending pat over his cheek. “Nowadays we auction off the men too.”
Then you sauntered off to join the rest of the participating women—and men—backstage, leaving Taehyung to stew about the entire situation from the crowd. 
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“As you know, all proceeds from tonight’s auction go to fight childhood hunger right here in our city. For legal purposes, I must advise all bidders that you are only bidding on the company of the individual in question.”
Taehyung shook his head. “Jimin is probably going to kill me for this.”
“If you place the winning bid, then you and your date will receive two VIP tickets to the Governor's Winter Wonderland Gala which comes with a variety of amenities including; a luxury limousine service, one of the private and famously romantic Winter Wonderland dinner experiences—”
His eyes fluttered shut. “Jimin is definitely gonna kill me for this.” 
“—unlimited free drinks, ten complimentary tickets for each of the grand prize raffles, photos with the Governor and his family, along with many more surprises!”
Taehyung grabbed a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and downed it in one go. 
“And now for our first date of the evening! Mr. Jackson Wang!” 
Jackson went for a cool six grand because no one was brave enough to outbid his girlfriend. 
After him, the beautiful Manoban heiress and her handsome cousin Kim Namjoon went for twelve grand each.
Jung Hoseok started a frenzied bidding war between two young socialites and Mrs. O’Malley. He ended up going to the lovely Ms. Ana Fallon for a staggering twenty thousand dollars. 
Taehyung’s own cousin, Kim Seokjin, paid a jaw-dropping twenty-one thousand dollars for Lin Yuna, the young CEO of Lin Cosmetics. (Taehyung made a mental note to ask him about that later.) 
Then it was your turn. 
“The next lady on our list needs no introduction. The lovely Park Angel has graciously agreed to a date with one lucky bidder tonight! Who will it be? Do I hear ten thousand?”
“Ten thousand.”
Taehyung swung his head toward the first bidder and breathed a sigh of relief. 
Tam Martin, one of your best friends and very gay. 
“Eleven thousand.”
“Twelve thousand.”
“Sixteen thousand dollars.”
“Seventeen thousand.”
Taehyung was having trouble keeping up with all the bidders. His ears were starting to ring again and a strange unpleasant nausea was building in his stomach. 
“Twenty thousand.”
“Twenty-five thousand.”
“Thirty thousand!”
At the sound of the last bidder’s voice, you noticeably paled. Your eyes flew to Taehyung’s and immediately he knew exactly who it was. 
Before he could even react to the new information, another voice joined the fray. 
“Forty thousand.”
Min Yoongi smiled smugly from the other side of the room and even had the audacity to throw you a wink. 
You smiled shyly at the young heir’s boldness and Taehyung felt something downright unholy rise up in his chest. 
Milo was still bidding. 
“Fifty thousand dollars.”
Not her. 
“Sixty,” Yoongi countered.
She’s mine. 
Suddenly Taehyung was on his feet. 
“One hundred thousand dollars!” 
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The silence in the backseat of your limousine was deafening. 
Tension charged the air like an electric current as the significance of the last hour weighed heavily between you. 
The spacious luxury vehicle allowed you to sit facing one another. Taehyung’s eyes were focused on his hands, but you were looking at him—letting your mind run wild with speculation. 
And hope. 
Part of you was still there, on the stage, watching him stand up and bid a fortune for the pleasure of your company. 
His gaze was so fierce when he spoke, like an ancient emperor calling out his decree for the people to obey. 
You dreamed about him bidding on you when you signed up for the auction (even before Jimin bullied him into accompanying you). You let yourself imagine him speaking out again and again till the others stepped back—
Yet you never dared hope for it. 
However, the last several days marked an unexpected turning point in your relationship. 
For years, you and he were like magnets with a too-similar charge, but something had shifted irrevocably between you, and somehow your stubborn similarities became opposites that could not resist their attraction. 
Kim Taehyung was one of the wealthiest men in the city…
But he didn’t need to buy your heart. 
It had always been his, even if you didn’t want to admit it. 
He had claimed you tonight—and every single soul in that ballroom knew it. 
The next move was yours and you intended to make it. 
“Mmm,” you hissed a bit, bringing your hand to rest just below your breasts. 
Taehyung’s gaze flew up in concern. 
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes, it’s just that scratch from the earring,” your fingers rubbed gingerly at the spot, drawing his focus to it, “it still stings.”
“Oh… I—” he shook his head, “I didn’t realize it was that bad.”
“Do you want to see?” 
Taehyung’s eyes rose slowly to yours. 
You watched the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he considered your words. Anticipation vibrated through your blood like notes struck on a piano—
Then he nodded...
And you both were lost. 
Trembling fingers slid the zipper down the side of your gown. The dress itself was a marvel of physics designed to support you without the need for a bra. 
Taehyung drew in an impossibly deep breath as the fabric drifted to your waist, baring the perfect mounds of your breasts to him entirely. 
“Here,” you whispered, pointing to a small red mark just under the curve of your left one. 
He bit back a moan. 
“I—I see. That looks… painful.” His fingers dug into the seat beside him. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 
You nodded. 
“Kiss it better.”
Taehyung felt the air knock out of his lungs like a sucker punch. 
This must have been how Adam felt when Eve offered him the forbidden fruit all those millennia ago. 
He knew he shouldn’t—
but he could never deny you. 
“Of course.”
You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He looked like a man possessed and you reveled in the power of it. 
It was for you. 
He wanted you. 
Your back arched up the slightest bit, beckoning to him—offering him a taste of what he was so desperately craving. 
Touch me… please. 
Large palms landed on either side of your thighs, bracing him on the seat beneath you. The tip of his nose teased the delicate line of your collar bone and he swore violently under his breath. 
Then his lips were on your skin and your mind went blank. 
“Taehyung—“ you moaned. 
Hot open-mouthed kisses spread over the soft swell of your breast and you gasped— shuddering helplessly as a fierce wave of pleasure tore through you.
Sweet merciful heavens. 
Over the years you imagined a moment like this thousands of times in your head—only to discover now that you had pitifully underestimated both his passion and his skill. 
You had dreamed of a quiet fire—but he had unleashed an inferno. 
The lewd sounds of his mouth nipping and sucking at your tender flesh filled the small space around you as he poured himself into each obscene contact—stopping briefly to flick his tongue over the taunt peak of your nipple. You trembled breathlessly at the sharp snap of sensation, letting your head fall back against the seat as you buried your fingers in his soft curls. 
Finally his mouth fastened over the tiny scratch, and the kiss deepened. You knew what he was doing, what the result of his efforts would be—
He was marking you. 
And you wanted it. 
Oh how you wanted it. 
Suddenly the car took a sharp turn, causing Taehyung to lose his grip on the seat. His arms wrapped around your torso for balance, dragging you fully against him.
“Does it feel better, Angel?” he growled. 
You nodded frantically and he nipped at the underside of your breast. 
“Speak up.”  
“Yes, Taehyung,” you whimpered, “it feels so much better.” 
“Mmmm,” he hummed, brushing his mouth along the sensitive column of your neck. “Who knew you could be such a good girl?”
Then his hand came up to grip your chin, turning it so your lips were almost against his—
“Madame. We’ve arrived.”
The driver’s voice cut over your senses like a shard of ice. 
Taehyung jerked backward and immediately buried his face in his hands. 
Your fingers hastily yanked your dress up and you stumbled out of the car in a daze, letting your feet carry you forward until you collapsed on top of your bed. 
Did we just...
You hadn’t even begun to collect your thoughts when your phone buzzed from inside your purse. 
1 New Message from: Taehyung 🙄🥴🙈
I need to know you made it safely to your room. 
You grinned. 
Greedy boy. 
Back in the limousine, the boy in question was nervously tapping the corner of his phone against his chin as he waited for your reply. 
1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅
Oh? But you saw me walk in… and I’m already in bed.
Taehyung growled in frustration. 
She would be a tease. 
To: Angel 🤬🥵😅
I tend to worry. Put my mind at ease. 
He shook his head. 
I have officially gone insane. 
The phone buzzed again. 
1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅
Well… We can’t have that can we… 
Taehyung literally felt the whine tear out of him as he opened the picture. 
Your gorgeous body (the body he’d had his hands and mouth on for one glorious minute) was nestled decadently atop a pile of fluffy blue blankets and wrapped in nothing but a tiny silk robe. 
The neck gaped open just enough to show off the pretty red marks he left on the delectable curve of your breast. 
He groaned, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
To: Angel 🤬🥵😅
That's all I get after I made the pain go away? Good girls send real proof, Angel
The screen lit up again almost immediately. 
1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅
Guess I’m not such a good girl after all...
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Jimin came tearing through the Kim Manor front gate at precisely 7 AM—only to find Jungkook camped out at the entrance with several outdoor space heaters and a giant mug of hot chocolate.
“He told you not to let me in, didn’t he?”
Jungkook took a long satisfying sip of his cocoa. 
“I hope you don’t feel singled out, sir. I’m not allowed to let his mother in either.”
“I need to talk to him.”
“Of course, Mr. Park, let me just pull up his schedule—”
“I need to talk to him now.”
“I’m afraid Mr. Kim is booked solid for the morning.”
Jimin stomped his foot like a petulant child. 
“I know he’s up there.”
Jungkook grinned. 
“You’re welcome to climb the trellis and check. I promise not to stop you if you make it all the way up.”
“COME DOWN HERE AND FACE ME YOU COWARD!” Jimin shouted at the top of his lungs. 
Jungkook took another long pull of his drink. 
“Might I inquire as to the reason for your visit today, sir?”
“The reason for my visit,” Jimin yanked out his phone and angrily began typing into the search bar, “is that your boss paid ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS for my sister at a date auction last night and I want to know what the hell is going on between them!”
The article Jimin pulled up (DEVILISH KIM TAEHYUNG BUYS HIMSELF A $100,000 ANGEL) featured an image of the two of you entering the Black and White Ball. Your head was thrown back in laughter and Taehyung was grinning down at you as if you’d personally hung all the stars in the sky for him. 
A genuine smile crept over Jungkook’s face as he studied the photograph. 
“That’s quite a headline.” He handed Jimin’s phone back. “Have you asked your sister about it?”
“No, I swung by earlier, but she wasn’t home so—” His eyes widened. “Oh my—is she—”
Jimin suddenly took off running for the trellis, and Jungkook scrambled out of his chair to chase him. 
He was already three feet off the ground when Jungkook yanked him back. 
“I thought you said I could climb the trellis!”
“Yes,” Jungkook wheezed, “but I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” That trellis is a hundred years old! A few more feet and I’d be scraping you off the antique brickwork!”
Jimin scowled and crossed his arms. 
“Are you by any chance open to bribes?”
“Normally yes, but Tae promised to double my Christmas bonus if I didn’t accept them today.”
Jimin continued to eye the trellis speculatively, clearly willing to take his chances. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his forehead. 
“Mr. Park, I promise you… He came home alone last night. In fact, they both returned earlier than usual because your sister had a 7 AM finance meeting.” He paused significantly to glance at his watch. “Which is probably where she is right now.”
“Oh… Well.”
Jungkook bit his lip to hold back a snort and Jimin’s eyes narrowed. 
“He has to come down eventually.”
“One would think.”
The young Park heir glanced toward Taehyung’s window again just in time to see the man in question dart back behind the curtains. 
Jimin made another jump for the trellis and this time Jungkook caught him in mid-air. 
“Sir, I’m sure it was just the maid!”
“It’s not the maid! I’d know that raggedy mop of his anywhere!”
Jungkook was out of breath at this point. Park Jimin might be small, but he was fierce. 
“Perhaps it’s best if you took a moment to collect yourself,” he grunted. “There’s a lovely new spa down the street and they sent Taehyung two free deluxe packages.”
Jimin stopped struggling. 
Five minutes later, Jungkook sighed deeply and fished his phone out of his back pocket. 
“He’s gone, sir.”
“Excellent work, Jungkook. I never doubted you for a second.”
“... However?”
“I had to give him your spa passes.”
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“Are you headed for a gala or the guillotine?”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. 
“I don’t pay extra for commentary.”
“It’s complimentary, sir.”
The Kim heir tugged absently at the material of his absurdly expensive evening wear. 
Why do these events always have to be so uncomfortable? 
“Seriously, Tae… you seem,” the young aide searched for the right words, “unusually tense.”
Taehyung’s mind flashed back to three nights ago when he had his mouth wrapped around your breast. 
“Not at all,” he coughed, loosening the collar of his shirt. 
Jungkook bit his lip.
“Is this about Ms. Park, sir?”
The cufflinks Taehyung was attempting to fasten suddenly went flying across the room and hit a lamp. 
Both men winced. 
“I think that was your grandmother’s.”
Taehyung sighed. 
“I admit there have been… some developments.”
Jungkook nodded nonchalantly, trying to disguise the fact that he was internally frothing at the mouth for details. 
“... Such as?”
Taehyung gulped. 
“It started out rather innocently I suppose…” he cleared his throat, “but there may have been some suggestive photographs.”
“There may have been? Are you not sure?”
Taehyung colored guiltily. 
“Do you need me to check for you, sir? I have an art history degree.”
“Absolutely not.”
Jungkook grinned. 
“That’s what I thought.”
Taehyung yanked his tie out of the younger man’s hand. 
“Things have… escalated a bit.”
“Escalated how?”
I licked her tit in the back of a limo.
It was everything Jungkook could do to maintain a straight face. 
“That’s… shocking.”
“Then why don’t you seem shocked?” Taehyung grumbled. 
A small smile played across Jungkook’s lips as he pointedly ignored the elder man’s observation.
“So what are you going to do, sir?”
Taehyung was silent for a long moment. 
“I honestly have no idea.”
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Watching you walk toward him was an experience.  
Taehyung wondered absently if this was how it would be from now on; if for the rest of his life just the sight of you would be enough to scatter his mind and his pulse and even the way he breathed. 
Your dress tonight was deadly. 
It was a decadent red satin halter that clung to every curve. The truly wicked detail, however, was a daring slit that ran the entire length of your leg. 
Taehyung was certain he was going to trip over his own tongue at some point if he looked directly at you for too long. 
Oh help. 
Memories of your previous encounter flooded his senses. Every second you were getting closer and he didn’t know what to do—what to say. 
So he didn’t say anything at all. 
Not a word when you reached the bottom of the stairs. Nothing but silence as he opened the door of the limo for you. More silence and no eye contact as he settled into the seat across from yours—
And you tolerated that for about three minutes. 
“I never thought I’d see the day when Kim Taehyung didn’t have a comment about something. Perhaps I should mark this down on my calendar.”
The words were lightly spoken, but you were shaking on the inside. The last time the two of you were alone together he had your dress around your waist and you were moaning his name. Now he wasn’t talking and you were torn between panic and irritation. 
Taehyung, however, latched onto your passive barb like a lifeline. 
“Is that a hint of sarcasm I hear from the benevolent Park Angel?” He grinned. “Surely not.”
“Red is not a particularly angelic color. Perhaps I’m feeling feisty today.”
Taehyung leaned back in his seat and indulged himself in a thorough examination of your outfit. The urge to run his hands over the satin-covered lines of your body was nearly unbearable. He curled his fingers into fists to keep them from doing just that. 
She is definitely trying to kill me. 
“Should I be worried?”
Now it was your turn to grin. 
“I guess we’ll find out.”
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The Governor’s Winter Wonderland Gala was by far the most extravagant event of the holiday season. Tickets cost a small fortune and sold out almost immediately. 
But it was well worth the price of admission.
Thousands of lights sparkled overhead as you made your way through the great hall of Governor Kim’s mansion. 
It was like stepping into a fairytale. 
Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off you. The sheer wonder in your expression was breathtaking. 
You were breathtaking.  
“Governor Kim, it is such an honor to finally meet you.”
The Governor was a handsome man in his early fifties with a smile that was every bit as lethal as it had been twenty-five years ago. 
“The honor is all mine, Ms. Park. I trust my nephew is treating you well.”
Your eyes widened. 
Taehyung shrugged. 
“I don’t really talk about it much.” 
The Governor chuckled and you cleared your throat to cover your nervousness. 
“Yes, he’s been a very capable escort.”
“Is that so?” Governor Kim smiled charmingly. “Well if it doesn’t work out, my son Seokjin is still single—”
“Thank you, Uncle. It was lovely to see you as always.”
You squeaked as Taehyung placed his hand firmly on the curve of your back and practically dragged you away. 
The Governor just shook his head and laughed. 
“Oh kid, you’ve got it bad.”
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Everywhere you looked there was beauty. 
Whoever planned the gala this year had truly gone above and beyond. Surrounded on all sides by glittering trees and snowy vignettes, it was easy to be swept away in the festive magic of the evening. 
All in all (despite some initial awkwardness), you were having a fantastic time...
Until she showed up. 
“Kim Taehyung! Is that you?”
Every single hair on your body stood on end, but before you could determine the source of the shrill squealing, you found yourself being nudged aside by a blinding golden gown and some very high heels. 
“Aubrey,” Taehyung grunted as five-and-half feet of gorgeous wrapped herself around him like a clinging vine. “Long time no see.”
“Not since that vacation in Aspen,” she giggled. “We had quite a time, didn’t we Tae Tae!”
Suddenly you had the most unholy urge to slap the spray tan right off this woman. 
Instead, you plastered on a vibrant smile and placed your hand on Taehyung’s sleeve.
“Um. Excuse me, Tae Tae, perhaps you could introduce us?”
Taehyung looked as if he’d just been served raw fire ants for dinner. 
“Yes. Of course. This is—”
“Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine,” she interrupted with a smug little smirk. “Taehyung and I go way back.” Her expression grew just the slightest bit tighter. “And you are?”
“His date,” you deadpanned. 
“Aubrey,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “I’d like you to meet Ms. Park she’s—”
“Oh my goodness! You’re Jimin’s little sister aren't you!” Aubrey slapped her hand over his chest and he winced. “That is so precious of you to take her around like this!”
Your eyebrows raised right up into your hairline and Taehyung groaned. 
“Yes, he was kind enough to sign me out of the nursery for the evening.” You offered them both a painfully vacant nod. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I see one of my play-dates near the buffet.”
Then you turned on your heel and sauntered off without another word. 
Taehyung moved to follow you, but Aubrey curled her fingers into the crook of his arm and pulled him back. 
“Oh let her go, Tae. You and I have so much catching up to do.”
Taehyung pointedly removed her hand from his elbow. 
“Some other time perhaps.” 
Aubrey pouted prettily. 
“You’re not running off after her are you? She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.”
Taehyung crossed his arms and fixed her with a knowing look. 
“Funny... that’s not what you were implying a moment ago.”
“A moment ago I didn’t have you all to myself. Now I do.” She had the decency to blush. “Perhaps I got a bit jealous.”
“You don’t say.” His eyes continued to search the crowd for any sign of you. 
“It seems I had good reason to be,” she murmured quietly. 
“Aubrey... Listen I—”
She cut him off with a finger to his lips.
“Don’t bother Tae Tae. I’m petty, but I’ve never been pathetic.”
He grinned. 
The lady sighed and gave him a heated once over.
“What a shame.”
Then she strolled off with a rueful smile. 
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“You know what I don’t understand?”
You turn to find Min Yoongi leaning casually against a nearby column. He looked absurdly handsome as always, but his grin was just the slightest bit mischievous. 
“What don’t you understand, Mr. Min?”
The question was clearly a bait, but you were still fuming from your earlier encounter with Ms. St. Valentine and therefore desperately in need of a distraction. 
Yoongi pushed off the column and lazily made his way toward you.
“I don’t understand how a man pays a hundred thousand dollars for an evening with the most beautiful woman in the city, and then leaves her all by herself.” He leaned forward with a playful grin. “Perhaps you could enlighten me?”
Oh he’s good. 
You made a show of tapping your chin thoughtfully. 
“I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that one.”
Yoongi sighed and shook his head. 
“Couldn’t be me.”
You laughed then. He really was a delightful man. In fact, if you still had your heart, you might have considered letting him take a shot at it. 
You tilted your head speculatively. 
Surely there was no need to brush away good company...
After all, no one else is interested in spending time with me. 
“Since my escort is otherwise occupied, perhaps you could join me for dinner?”
Yoongi held out his hand. 
“I’d be delighted.”
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Taehyung wandered around the mansion for nearly forty-five minutes looking for his date.  
Panic was just starting to build in his chest when he finally spotted you
—at his private dining table with Min Yoongi. 
It was everything he could do not to storm over and yank the other man out of his seat by the lapels. 
Alright, Angel. If this is the game you want to play… then let’s play. 
Taehyung felt his anger rise with every step, but he ruthlessly suppressed any sign of it and instead adopted a charming smile. 
“Min, I didn’t expect to find you here. What a… delightful surprise.”
Yoongi’s expression was just a shade too satisfied. Taehyung could already feel his blood pressure beginning to skyrocket. 
“Yes, Ms. Park believed that you were otherwise occupied and invited me to share the meal with her.”
“I see,” Taehyung practically snarled. “However,” his gaze landed heavily on you, “since I paid for this table, I hope you won’t mind if I join you as well?”
You avoided looking at him up to this point, but now you were choking on your wine
“Easy there, Angel,” Taehyung murmured as he pulled up a seat extremely close to yours—so close that your thighs were nearly touching. 
Oh boy. 
Over the next several minutes Yoongi continued to flirt openly and you continued to smile prettily and pretend Taehyung wasn’t there (which naturally infuriated him). 
You should have known he wouldn’t let you get away with such behavior so easily. 
This was Kim Taehyung, after all, and if there was anything that could be counted on when it came to your shared history, it was that one (or both) of you was always ready to escalate. 
You had just offered the young Min heir yet another flowery compliment when you felt Taehyung make his move. 
Two warm fingers slid under the silken slit of your dress, coming to rest possessively over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 
You squeaked and nearly spat up your drink. 
Taehyung leaned forward in fake concern, wrapping his arm around you as if to offer aid. 
“Are you alright?”
His hand continued to move significantly beneath your gown, but his face was the picture of innocence. 
You glared. 
“Just fine, thank you.”
A slow grin crept across his features as he began to trace soft intimate patterns over your skin.  
On the other side of the table, Yoongi tilted his head in genuine solicitude. “Are you sure?”
You nodded sharply. 
Satisfied, he resumed speaking about whatever it was he’d been saying—though you couldn’t understand a word of it at this point because the torturous strokes Taehyung was leisurely drawing over your thighs were moving closer to your center with each passing second. 
Yet you made no move to stop him. 
You should have. 
You should have slapped his touch away—rebuked him for his boldness—
But you didn’t. 
So he just kept nodding and smiling while Yoongi spoke, even as his fingers teased you with the maddening persistence of a man who knew very well what he was doing. 
You gasped aloud when he finally brushed the pad of his thumb over the thin cotton of your panties. 
“Hmm?” he turned to you, seemingly surprised by your attention (it was—after all—the first time you’d addressed him since the beginning of the meal).
“Could you pass me the salt,” you sputtered (hoping to cover the fact that you moaned his name involuntarily). Unfortunately, Taehyung seemed wholly aware of your ruse, offering you the salt shaker with a superior smirk.
You seriously considered stabbing him with a fork. 
However, before you could carry out any bloodthirsty plans, he pressed his fingers directly over your clit and your eyes rolled back in your head
“Oh my g—” you bit your lip stubbornly, “this lamb is just so good.” 
Sweet mother of macaroons, he is too skilled at this. 
You shoveled another bite into your mouth to cover your whine as Taehyung began to rub tight little circles over your sweet spot. 
Across the table, Yoongi nodded in blissful unawareness. 
“Yes, I agree, the lamb is excellent—very tender.”
Taehyung took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip beneath the fabric of your undergarment. 
Your fork clattered to your plate and your hand came up to cover your mouth as he began running his fingers up and down your soaked slit.
It was everything you could do to hold back your depraved whimpering. 
“I can’t wait to taste it,” Taehyung replied, flicking your clit in a way that guaranteed he wasn’t referring to the lamb. 
At this point Yoongi seemed to notice you were in some sort of distress. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and leaned forward. 
“Ms. Park, are you well?”
Taehyung chose that moment to sink his finger into the welcoming heat of your pussy. 
“Yes,” you almost sobbed, “I’m-I’m very well—thank you.”
“Excellent,” Yoongi smiled as he rose to his feet. “If you’re feeling up to it, perhaps you could favor me with a dance?”
Several attendees were already making their way to the center of the floor and the orchestra was beginning to play.
Your entire body, however, was vibrating like a plucked harp string and Taehyung was still brushing back and forth against your clit, driving you toward a release that promised to be explosive. 
There was no way—simply no way—that you would be capable of hiding it. 
“Yes! I would love to dance with you,” you squeaked, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s wrist frantically. The feel of him pulling out of your sopping core was nearly enough to have you coming right there. 
Thankfully, Yoongi remained utterly oblivious to the debauchery unfolding beneath the table. He took your hand and helped you to your feet with an eager smile (and it was a good thing too because your legs were still shaking). 
When the two of you reached the dance floor, you turned back for the briefest instant—
just long enough to meet Taehyung’s heated gaze as his lips closed over the finger he buried in your cunt. 
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Emotions were a funny thing. 
They impacted your judgement, affected your body, altered your behavior… 
And occasionally eroded your common sense. 
Sitting alone in the corner of the Governor’s ballroom, Kim Taehyung found himself experiencing a full spectrum of emotional side-effects. 
His hands clenched as he watched Min Yoongi spin you around the floor. 
His heart pounded every time he caught a flash of your shapely leg peeking through the slit in your gown. 
His blood boiled when you threw your head back and laughed at something the other man said. 
It was difficult to pinpoint which emotion was to blame for each of these reactions. There were certainly a number of them boiling over in his subconscious. 
I didn’t even want to talk to Aubrey! How are you acting like anything she said was my fault?!
Why is challenging people to duels illegal? I would fight Min Yoongi at dawn. I would fight Min Yoongi now. 
You asked her to dance while my fingers were in her pussy. We are not the same. 
But perhaps the most persistent—the most overwhelming— emotion twisting through him was longing. 
You and Taehyung spent nearly four years apart, and he was so desperate to be near you—even then—that he resorted to childish pranks in order to remain a part of your life. 
He hadn’t recognized his actions or desires for what they were. He hadn’t realized what you meant to him...
But now, after spending the last several days with your hand on his arm and your laughter in his ear, he could no longer imagine spending another moment without you. 
Everything seemed to crystallize as he watched you laughing and dancing in the arms of another man. 
Uncertainty became clear. Complications became simple. 
And when he saw Min Yoongi’s hand slide dangerously close to the perfect swell of your backside—
Emotion became action.
“Mind if I cut in?”
It wasn’t a question really. Taehyung was already shouldering his rival out of the way and pulling you into his arms. 
“Taehyung,” you hissed, shooting the bewildered Yoongi an apologetic look over his shoulder, “what are you doing? This is so rude—”
“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed, sweeping you through the couples on the floor with practiced ease. “It is unpardonably rude to steal someone else’s date. He’s lucky all I did was steal you back.”
Your mouth dropped open. 
“Oh? So you finally remembered that I was your date?”
Taehyung’s grip on the curve of your waist became a shade rougher as he pulled you through the next turn. 
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means—” you stepped forward vigorously, nearly smashing your body into his, “—that you spent forty-five minutes with Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine when you were supposed to be having dinner with me!”
Taehyung growled and yanked you flush against him. 
“I spent forty-five minutes looking for you while you were giving away my table to Min Yoongi!”
The two of you sailed through the next several movements glaring at one another before you snapped again. 
“None of this would have happened if you had just told Aubrey St. Spray Tan that you were with me—”
“I did!”
“Instead, you let her call me a baby!”
“What let? Aubrey is a grown woman!”
“And—you stormed off before I could say anything, so how would you know what I let?”
“You didn’t come after me!”
“Yes actually I did—but she grabbed my arm!”
“Really? Well what else did she grab?”
Taehyung abruptly realized how silent everything around you had become. 
People were staring—and not even discreetly— just full on staring with their mouths hanging open. 
Well that’s great. 
Taehyung’s hand closed around yours and you suddenly found yourself being marched across the dance floor at a breakneck pace.
“What are you doing?”
“Continuing this discussion in private.”
“We can’t just go somewhere private in the Governor’s mansion!” you sputtered, struggling to keep up with his larger strides. 
“You mean in my uncle’s house? Yes—actually we can—and we will.”
Taehyung proved to be a man of his word, dragging you past two security guards and into the roped off section of the manor with nothing more than a nod. 
The residential wing of the Governor’s home was beautifully decorated with traditional Korean artistic touches—all of which you were unable to appreciate while Taehyung was speed walking you through the halls. 
After a surprising amount of turns and archways, he yanked open an ornate wooden door with the words Reflection Suite written on a plaque above it in beautiful calligraphy. 
You almost giggled when you got a look inside. 
On the surface it was a tastefully furnished guest room with a simple cherry wood desk and a cozy double bed set in an elegant matching frame.
The ceiling and one full wall were nothing but massive mirrors. 
Reflection suite indeed. 
The door slammed shut and Taehyung rounded on you with a stormy expression—though you weren’t waiting on him to fire the first volley.
“This is definitely going to get us in trouble.”
“I told you, I can go wherever I want in this house. It’s fine.”
“Then why did you take us here?”
“Because you were shouting—”
“I was shouting?! You were shouting I just—”
Suddenly your back was against the wall and Taehyung’s mouth was on yours. 
He hadn’t brought you here for this. When he grabbed your hand, he was only trying to get away from the crowds. He told himself that he needed privacy so you could talk—so he could clarify things. 
But the minute the door closed and you flared up again in all your magnificent rage, he was lost. 
He had to kiss you then. 
You were so lovely. So fierce. So wildly irresistible and he was too utterly smitten to fight the need to be near you—to be with you in every way that he could—for a single second more. 
The shock of Kim Taehyung pressing his lips to yours lasted about two full seconds—and then there was nothing but ravenous insatiable need. 
Everything was him. 
Everything was this—this sweet indescribable ignition of a desire that spanned years. You moaned eagerly against his mouth in wanton delight. After a decade of sparks, you were more than ready to burn. 
His name poured out of you like a prayer. You needed him everywhere and miraculously he seemed to understand—
Not that he was prepared to be polite about it. 
“Where’s that smart mouth now, Angel?” he growled, tangling his hands in your hair to expose the tender column of your throat. “Nothing to say?”
Your only answer was a desperate whine as he spread hot-open mouthed kisses down the soft skin of your neck all the way to your collarbone.
Now was not the time for patience. He would be tender with you later. You absolutely deserved soft sweet caresses and slow leisurely love making and he was absolutely going to give them to you—every day if you’d let him. 
But not today. 
The minute his mouth encountered the barrier of your dress, he gripped onto the sides and yanked it down to your waist.
“You knew just what you were doing in the back of that limo, you little brat,” he hissed, taking one swollen nipple into his mouth and tormenting it with his tongue.
“Tae-ahhh!” Your back arched involuntarily in ruthless pleasure. 
“I spent hours—days even—wanting to get my hands on these perfect tits.” He licked the other nipple obscenely, squeezing the soft mound till it bulged through his fingers. “And you offered me the barest taste with that coy little grin, knowing it wouldn’t be enough—” 
He reared back and landed a firm slap on both breasts and you screamed.
It was so so good. 
“Look at them now,” he murmured, “so swollen and needy and mine.”
If any other man had said those words, you would have cut his heart out with a butter knife. 
But you had always belonged to this man body and soul, and to hear him acknowledge it so primitively felt like the sweetest vindication. 
“Yes!” you sobbed.
The affirmation only inflamed him further. He teased and fondled the tender flesh till you were shaking.
Your fingers curled into the soft waves of his hair as he indulged himself. He looked so ridiculously good sucking your nipple, moaning lewdly with his eyes pressed shut in cathartic bliss. 
“This is all your fault, Angel,” he groaned. “You just don’t know how to behave.”
His hands gripped the curve of your backside, lifting you right off the floor and into his arms. Your mouths fused together heatedly as he carried you to the bed, and you giggled against him when his words finally processed. 
“You’ve been saying that for years.” 
“It’s been true for years,” he muttered, pulling one of your legs up around him so he could grind against your cunt while you kissed. 
Your fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, tearing them off when they didn’t unhook fast enough. You waited too long to be with him like this to care about anything other than the feel of his skin against your own.
“Impatient, are we?” he chuckled, bringing his lips around to nip at your ear. 
“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, yanking the ruined garment right off his shoulder just so you could sink your teeth into it. 
Taehyung moaned loudly, snapping his hips against yours with an involuntary jerk.
“You really are such a brat,” he hissed, fisting his hands in the satin length of your skirt. “Let’s see how fierce you are with my tongue in your pussy—”
His words were so filthy and raw, yet they stoked a frenzied need in your belly like nothing you had ever encountered. 
“This dress is evil,” he snarled, fumbling with the zipper for a moment before switching to a more destructive tactic. “It has tormented me all night and now it’s in my way.”
The stitching proved no match for his resolve, and—after a few vigorous tugs—he ripped it apart from the slit on up, leaving you covered in nothing but the thin cotton underwear he had breached earlier that evening. 
After disposing of your shredded gown, Taehyung paused for a moment just to take in the sight of you. 
“What a perfect little angel,” he taunted playfully, snapping the band of your lingerie against your hips with a cocky grin. 
Then he brushed his nose right up against the sopping fabric and inhaled deeply. “You smell just like heaven,” he growled before licking you right through the cloth, “and you taste even better.”
The sensations twisting through your body were merciless. You needed more or you were going to shake apart. 
“Taehyung please,” you whined, pressing against him shamelessly.
“Oh a please?” he chuckled, throwing your own words from the first night back at you. “Who knew you had manners?”
You would have screamed in frustration, but he cut you off with an open mouthed kiss right over the wettest part of your panties.
“Perhaps I can make a good girl of you yet,” he chuckled, as you opened yourself wider to encourage him. 
You nodded frantically, letting out another moan when he yanked the flimsy little scrap of lace down your legs—smearing a line of arousal over your thighs.
“So messy,” he tsked, tapping his finger right above your knee where the naughty little streak ended. “What am I going to do with you?” 
Then he pressed his tongue over the shiny trail of slick and licked it right off. 
You gasped loudly and his lascivious smirk was almost beautiful enough to make up for all of the shameless teasing. 
"You want my mouth, pretty Angel?” he whispered, letting the words brush maddeningly against your folds. “You want me to feed on this sweet little cunt?”
Every cell in your body cried out for release. He already edged you under the table at dinner and now he was determined to unravel you entirely. You would say anything—do anything. 
"Please—" you whispered.
"Please who?" 
Normally you met his arrogance with a cutting riposte, but an entire evening of methodical torment had left you beyond desperate. 
"Please Taehyung,” you begged needily. 
He grinned. 
“That’s right, Angel. Kim Taehyung. Not Min Yoongi or any other pathetic trust fund prick that’s panting for a taste of this pussy.” His eyes fastened on yours significantly. “You belong to me.”
Then his tongue licked a flat stripe over your glistening slit and you sagged onto the bed in relief—only to be thrown back into oblivion when his lips closed over your clit. 
Your body arched involuntarily as a ruthless wave of pleasure tore through you. Your eyes and mouth flew open in a silent scream and it was in that moment you remembered exactly where you were. 
Underneath a giant mirror. 
The passionate woman staring down at you was nearly unrecognizable. Her body was littered with her lover’s marks. Her hands gripped feverishly into the sheets beneath her—-
And Kim Taehyung was kneeling between her thighs, suckling on her weeping cunt with obscene satisfaction. 
It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen in your life. 
Your hands reached down to tangle in his hair, using it for leverage as you ground against his face. 
Then suddenly his grip on your legs tightened and his tongue plunged roughly into your trembling core. 
“Tae—ahh oh my—I can’t—”
The sensation was so intense that your hips bucked violently. You could not keep still. You were charging towards an explosion and your body was shaking itself apart. 
The noises tearing from you were incoherent. Everything around you focused in on the juncture of your thighs where Taehyung was licking inside of you again and again until—
You shattered. 
And the force of it nearly bent your back in half. 
Delirious sobs poured from your lips as he worked you through it, letting the obscene flood of your cum soak his face. 
The sight of him slowly lapping at the release between your folds, was unspeakably erotic. He ran his hands in soothing circles over your skin while you twitched and fluttered back down from your high. 
Then he was kissing you again. 
It was softer this time, but you felt truly depraved—and instantly obsessed—with the taste of yourself in his mouth—on his skin.
You could barely understand this ravenous hunger. You’d just found relief, yet you were already reaching for more. 
Your hands snaked down and wrapped around his still covered cock and he hissed in ragged pleasure. 
“So eager,” he gasped, as you pushed him back against the headboard—but you didn’t have time to bother with his teasing.
You were gonna blow Kim Taehyung into space. 
He bit his lip when you yanked down his pants and boxers together, freeing his arousal with stunning efficiency. 
It was almost unfair to discover that his cock was every bit as beautiful as he was.
“Of course,” you muttered. 
The sultry smirk he shot you in return had your cunt flooding all over again.
“You think Min Yoongi has a cock like mine?”
“I don’t think about Min Yoongi’s cock,” you retorted, wrapping your hand around his length, “you’ve always been the biggest dick I’ve ever met.” 
“I knew you thought about my dick,” he groaned as you began to work up and down the swollen shaft. 
After a moment, his hand slid over your chin to grip your hair, drawing you forward till your lips were almost touching. 
“I wonder what this pretty mouth can do,” he whispered. 
You gasped against him and he smiled. 
“Do you know how often I pictured your lips around my cock, Angel?”
You mewled shamelessly and he growled, cupping your cheek as your hands continued to service him. 
“Do you know how often I imagined this perfect throat stuffed full of my cum?” 
His palm slid down to lightly grip the soft flesh of your neck and you shuddered against him with a needy whimper. 
“I know you could suck me so good, Angel. I’ve wanted it for so so long...”
Your mouth actually watered with anticipation. 
The desire to be good for him—to give him whatever he asked for—consumed you. 
Taehyung let his head fall back against the headboard with a groan at the first brush of your lips along his shaft. His hips rutted involuntarily as your tongue wrapped around the tip and you hummed with pleasure at his enthusiastic response. 
After a moment you slid him into the welcoming heat of your mouth, taking him in as far as you could in one stroke. His jaw dropped open and his entire body jerked forward. 
“Yes, that’s it, Angel—feels so good.”
His praise was addictive. 
You loved that you could bring him to this. You loved to see the haughty Kim Taehyung coming apart as you sucked him. 
It made you feel beautiful—powerful even—and you reveled in every second of it. 
Your eyes were starting to tear. His length began to throb and pulse against your tongue and you knew he was close—so close you could almost taste him—
Yet suddenly he was pulling you back and you whined pitifully at the loss. 
Taehyung chuckled, dragging you toward him till your dripping core slid across his cock.
“I’m not coming before I get inside that pretty little pussy,” he swore, working your hips over his sex till it was drenched in arousal. 
The crass words filled you with the fiercest, most incredible want and you clenched reflexively against him in response. 
“Is that what you want?” Taehyung whispered as he bore you back into the mattress, pinning both your wrists above your head. “You want me to fill your empty little cunt?”
You did. 
You wanted it so so bad. 
Taehyung gently lowered himself closer to you, resting his forehead intimately against yours as he lined up his cock at your entrance. 
“Are you sure, Angel? Because there’s no going back after this... If you give yourself to me, then you’re mine—and I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you.”
“Taehyung, you idiot,”—a tender smile spread over your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck—“... I’ve always been yours.”
He swore violently—letting the slight tremble in his voice betray just how deeply your words affected him. 
Then his fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your hip and he filled you to the hilt with one delicious thrust. 
There was a moment—the smallest space in time—where your eyes locked together and everything seemed to suspend; a strange perfect calm before a monumental storm. 
Then your world caught fire. 
Taehyung drove himself into you with passionate fury, letting years of denial fuel the insatiable rhythm of his strokes. 
Every time he told himself no. Every time he held himself back—
Every bit of it burned away as you screamed his name. 
The feel of him was indescribable. 
You imagined it too many times to count, yet your dreams fell pitifully short of the visceral reality. 
He was bloomin’ magnificent. 
Your fingers clawed up and down his back, desperate to hold on to something while he pounded into your g-spot like an animal. 
“This tiny cunt is the tightest thing I’ve ever had around my cock,” he gasped and you whined needily at his praise. “Like it was made for me—” his hand came up to grip your breast, “like you were made for me.”
Taehyung’s need seemed to amplify with every whimper and moan that fell from your lips. The feelings you sparked in him were fierce and unapologetically primitive.
He would go to war for you—build a fortress for you—fight a dragon if one dared come close. 
You were his. 
And he felt like a savage every time you cried out for more. 
Suddenly an unexpected movement in his periphery caught his attention.
He’d been so consumed with the extraordinary rush of claiming you that he’d forgotten—
This guest room was thirty-five percent mirrors. 
And now… he couldn’t look away. 
The sight of your bodies tangling together in headless bliss played out before him like a scene from his most debauched and forbidden fantasies. His reflection grinned back at him in fascinated ecstasy while his beloved nemesis lost herself in the pleasure of his cock.
Something dark and wild began to burn in his chest as he studied the lovers in the glass. 
“Look at you, Angel,” he whispered softly, “you really are perfect.”
Then he pulled out of your core and you whined bitterly in protest, chasing his body to rid yourself of the sudden unacceptable emptiness. 
“Still so needy,” he taunted, gripping your hips and flipping you on your stomach before you could even think to protest.
“I want you to watch that pretty angel in the mirror come on my cock,” he groaned, plunging back into you from behind. 
The new angle was somehow impossibly deeper and your body shook as another wave of pleasure overtook it. 
Your fingers clawed into the mattress for purchase as he pistoned into your trembling mound. 
Only Kim Taehyung could rail you like a whore while he worshiped you like a queen. 
He gave you a moment to adjust before drawing your body back against his chest. His arm wrapped over your stomach as he slowly eased your legs apart, unfolding the lewd tableau of your bodies joined together for the voyeuristic gaze of the glass.   
“Look at yourself, Angel,” he growled, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced with every thrust. “Look at how well you're taking me.” 
Then his fingers slid down to rub your clit and you screamed. 
“Tae! Ah-ahh!”
The pleasure building within you now was violent. You were coiling too tightly, too fast—
“That’s right Angel. Take it all.”
Your eyes locked with his in the mirror for the briefest instant.
And then you flew apart. 
Taehyung threw his head back with a carnal moan as you clamped down around him. His body was hurtling toward its own release with reckless speed. 
“I’m close,” he panted, “where can I come?”
“Come inside me please,” you begged, and Taehyung’s eyes widened in frenzied lust. 
“That’s what you want? Huh?” his thrusts became rougher as he chased his relief, “You want me to fill this puffy little pussy with my cum?”
“Yes, I want it so bad—“ you sobbed. 
“Sweet Angel,” he groaned, gripping at your breasts as he pulled you tighter against him. 
Then he met your gaze in the mirror again. 
“I want everything with you; a home—a family—your body in my arms every morning when I wake up—” his voice trembled, “I want it all.” 
The raw vulnerability in his eyes nearly broke you.
“Tae,” you gasped softly, too overcome with joy to manage anything else. 
His mouth pressed hungrily against the curve of your shoulder. You could feel his cock throbbing in your core as he bent you forward, pounding into your sex with exquisite precision. 
"Stay with me, Angel,” he whispered. His thrusts became erratic as he neared his high. “I don’t want to live without you anymore.”
The glorious thrill of his words tore over your senses with euphoric brutality. Your walls tightened greedily around his cock and the taunt cord of pleasure finally snapped. 
He came with a broken groan, flooding the welcoming heat of your womb with his release. 
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The sound of his name being shouted by the absolute last person in the world whose voice he wanted to hear woke Taehyung from a dead sleep.  
His eyes widened in panic as he began yanking pillows and covers from all over the bed in a frenzied attempt to hide—
The doors to his bedroom flew open with a resounding crash. 
“Jimin,” he squeaked, trying to look as casual as possible next to a giant pile of bedding. “What uh—what brings you here at—” his eyes darted to the clock on the wall, “—7:30 in the morning?”
Then he frowned. 
“And how the hell did you get past Jungkook?”
Jimin’s murderous expression broke momentarily to allow for a smug grin. 
Kendra Jackson was Jimin’s executive aide. She was fierce, capable, intelligent—
And insanely gorgeous. 
Taehyung groaned. 
Poor Jungkookie never stood a chance. 
To the surprise of absolutely no one, yet another newspaper landed on Taehyung’s lap.
Underneath the headline was a picture of you and Taehyung (dressed in clothes you stole from Jin’s childhood bedroom) kissing passionately against the side entrance of the Governor’s mansion. 
One of your legs was wrapped around his waist and he was clearly grabbing your ass. 
“Ah… well you see the camera distorts everything from this angle—and-and the lighting is bad so it’s not really what it looks like—”
“Is that so? Cause it looks like you’ve got your tongue down my baby sister’s throat!”
“Okay—okay,” Taehyung massaged his forehead nervously, “so maybe it’s sort of what it looks like but—”
“I’ll kill you.”
“No wait—” he held up his hands to delay an already advancing Jimin. 
“Why should I wait?!”
“—I trusted you with the most important person in the world to me—”
“The situation is just not that simple.” 
“—and you grabbed her ass in public!”
“Admittedly not my finest hour.”
“So you tell me right now—”
“But you don’t understand it’s—”
“—Why the hell would I wait?!”
For a moment there was absolute silence. 
Then your head popped out from the massive pile of bedding. 
Jimin’s mouth fell open. 
Taehyung groaned again. 
“As usual, your timing is impeccable.”
You rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment.
“Are you really in love with me?”
“Of course I’m in love with you! What part of I want you to have my children did you not understand?!” 
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Jimin choked. 
“That’s not the same thing!”
“It is for me!”
A radiant smile lit up your face. 
“I’m in love with you too.”
Taehyung’s expression softened. 
“Angel I—”
Then you were kissing and Jimin swung around with a horrified shout.
“Oh! No no no—Come on!”
He stumbled out of the room, hands firmly clamped over his eyes. 
“This is not over, Kim Taehyung!” the scandalized young Park heir howled in exasperation… but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 
Back in the bedroom, Taehyung shook his head at Jimin’s ridiculous caterwauling. 
“No, it’s not over,” he laughed, pulling you deeper into the comfort of his arms. “It’s only just begun.”
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chateautae · 2 months ago
guns & roses | kth. (m)
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banner by my lovely ryen @kithtaehyung 
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“can't see when I'm fallin', losing myself, but then I hear you calling..”
➵ summary : he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.
➵ pairing : mafia leader!taehyung x f. reader
➵ genre : mafia!au, established relationship!au, fluff, smut
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 9k
➵ warnings : depictions of blood, injury and violence, use of guns, swearing, use of degrading language (not by tae), heavy making out, petting, marking, breast/nipple play, passionate pussy-eating, biting, big dick!tae, soft dom!tae, praising, unprotected sex (y’all know better), missionary, stomach bulging, slow/emotional sex, brief male masturbation, cum play, cum tasting, multiple orgasms 
➵ a/n : thank you to my lovely @inkedtae bee for helping me with this fic and beta-ing, along with wifey @hantaev for beta-ing 🥰 this fic is a request from an anon that wanted to see a cold, ruthless mafia leader tae that’s only soft for his girl, so heres my take on the idea, I hope it delivers well <3 (as always, save rini for the sex xoxo)
➵ playlist : “there you are” by zayn, “meet me in amsterdam” by rini
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The room is opulent, and remains decorated with the finest of antiques, draping walls and shelves alike. The interior is pristine, classy in its look though screams sophisticated in its value. The desk is organized, impeccably crafted to perfection by craftsmanship possibly raved about for generations. The hardwood floors are a dark mahogany, reflecting the light of the exuberant chandelier that dangles above, crystals spilling into delicate tendrils. 
It would’ve been the most beautiful, refined study within a mansion, dazzling with exorbitant luster and shine.
If it weren’t for the spattered blood that littered the Armorial rug. 
Taehyung lands another cruel right hook across the sucker’s face, dirtying his own ripped up knuckles once again. “Spit it out, fucking Serpent.” 
“I ain’t telling you shit, Wolf.” 
Taehyung wets his bottom lip with impatience, brows in a hard line as he pinches the bridge of his nose, before swinging another brutal punch to the man’s bleeding cheek. He harshly grapples onto the man’s hair, forcing him to look him in the eye, his own blanketed with crimson anger. “How about we make a deal, yeah?” Taehyung’s tone is condescending, dripping with saccharine falsity as he sneers. “I’m gonna give you five seconds to tell me who sent you, or I’m kicking your spleen open.” 
 “I said I ain’t-” 
The man’s pained grunt sounds as Taehyung drives his knee into his gut, his trained strength granting him enough power to double the man over, only the tied rope holding him captive to his seat. Taehyung laughs watching the victim writhe. “Shit, my bad. That wasn’t five seconds, huh?” 
The man spits out blood with a cough. “Fucking lunatic.”
 “I’d be less of a lunatic if you told me who sent you, Serpent.” Taehyung clenches his fist as he stretches open his ruined knuckles. With vacant eyes, he peers down at the sorry-assed man in front of him, his glare sharp enough to cut diamonds. 
 “Wonder what’s got your panties in a twist, Wolf.” The man chuckles dryly, reeling from the violent hits he took. “Couldn’t-” a cough, “be the girl, could it?” 
Taehyung stiffens for half a second, lips pursing together minutely before he’s calm, painting his expression over with impenetrable bleakness, and it’s hard to tell he harbours a single emotion. But when the man before him sees the way he swallows at the mention of a girl, a scheming smile frames his bloodied lips. 
“A girl.. a fucking whore has you this worked up, Wolf?” 
Taehyung tries to drown it out, taking a deep, composing breath to control his anger, focusing on the task at hand. “Who the fuck sent you, Serpent.” 
“That don’t matter too much, Wolf. Once I saw how hot the girl was all I could think about was ripping her dress open. Wonder what’d she look like underneath me, screaming on all fours when I-” 
Taehyung pulls out the gun from the back of his belt, leaning over and resting a hand on the chair’s armrest, barrel of his Glock atop the man’s knee snuggly. He twitches at the touch of a gun and the sheer emptiness in Taehyung’s dark eyes, near blackholes without mercy while slowly clicking off the safety. “I asked.. who the fuck sent you, Serpent.” He tone is edged with condescension. “You better answer quickly before there’s a gaping hole in your knee.” 
Another dry laugh spills from the man, hooded eyes peering up at Taehyung. “I ain’t scared of no gun, Wolf, but wanna know what’s funny?” 
Taehyung only clutches the gun in response until his knuckles are splitting open again, jaw locked with permanent anger.
The man scoffs, bloodied smile on full display. “I’m the one that’s got a gun to me, but you’re the one quaking in your boots.”
Taehyung grinds his teeth together, eyes flaring red as he stares with ice cold rage. “Why the fuck would I be quaking in my boots, Serpent?” Taehyung’s finger grazes over the trigger, using every ounce of his being to hold off on shooting the bastard.
The man laughs to himself again, blood and saliva flowing freely from his split mouth. “I don’t know, Wolf, you’re lookin’ a little scared there.” There’s a pause, Taehyung trying to keep his angered breathing leveled. 
Until he’s given a reason not to. 
“Scared we found where you keep your little Red?”
Taehyung’s heart lurches in his chest, biting down fiercely on his jaw. He clenches the armrest, grasping the handle of his Glock with so much force he’s sure he could’ve bent the metal. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
“Really, Wolf? You’ve forgotten all about your girl, Y/N during this coup?” Taehyung takes a difficult breath before he’s schooling himself, the odd sensation of fear coursing through his veins once he contemplates the terrifying possibility. 
They couldn’t have found her. How does he even know her real name? 
But Taehyung plays it cool, eyes a formidable shade. “Tell me who the fuck sent you after her, or you’re not walking out of this alive.” 
The man tsks, shaking his head with mock disapproval. “You was a lot stronger than this, Wolf. Didn’t know a little whore could have you wrapped around her damn finger instead of the barrel of a gun. Ya losing-” 
Taehyung grows fed up and shoots a 9mm through the man’s knee. His screams of agony fill the study, but it’s a sound Taehyung’s desensitized to, maybe even enjoys. “Either you fucking bleed out or I make your death easy, tell me who the fuck sent you.” 
“Nobody, Wolf. But you better run and check if your little Red’s still alive. Ain’t no telling what they’ll do to her body before she’s a goner.” 
Taehyung laughs dryly, head dipping for the chuckle before he’s pushing the barrel of the gun into the man’s gaping, gushing wound, his incessant writhing and hollers of pain piercing the air, but it only makes the man babble on. 
“Wolf, ya wasting your.. time. You really gonna.. kill me instead of running back to your girl?” The man coughs and pants, attempting to manage the pain Taehyung drives into him. “You don’t know if they’re already inside the house, maybe got her pinned down and beat up while she screams for you-” 
Taehyung pulls the trigger, a single, finalizing headshot released from the Glock. His finger abandons the trigger, slowly lowering the gun as his dark eyes blanket over with an opaque, ominous curtain, desolation in his irises. 
“Get every one of his men.” Taehyung instructed, his tone utterly flat. “My team, to my home, this instant.” 
“Sir, we still have-”
“I don’t care, every one of my personnel goes to my house. The rest sweep the place.” 
“Of course, Sir.” One of Taehyung’s lackey’s he can’t recall the name of salutes him, but he can’t really see it as his empty eyes plot the murders of at least a hundred different people. 
“And if any one of you manage to fuck it up, I’m putting a bullet through your skull.” Taehyung instructs firmly before he’s off, cleaning his bloodied gun, brows drawn together in festering, though controlled anger. The gun is slipped into the hands of one of his guards, similarly the dirtied cloth as he approaches a quite burly man, tone cold and icy. 
“Jungkook, drive me home.” Taehyung directs, middle and index finger swiping  blood from his cheek. 
“Which one, sir?” 
There’s a pause, Taehyung clenching his jaw once he truly wraps his head around the dire situation. 
“To her.” 
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Taehyung’s foot meets the ground, eyes frantically searching the rather barren area as he checks for signs of break-in, struggle, you. 
“Are we sure no one was able to penetrate the security system?” Taehyung absent-mindedly queries someone. 
“No sir, all entry points are still intact.”
But Taehyung feels something’s not right, and it bothers him incessantly. He’s not one to worry at all, in fact, Taehyung never once worried in his life before he met you. But you were indefinitely a part of him now, his one and only weakness.
“Check the perimeters and watch out for Rose, I’m going inside.”
“Yes, sir.”
Taehyung lightly jogs towards his home, sweeping around with his eyes as calmly as he can, though his heart hammers with unusual trepidation.
Where is she?
He busts open the front door, piling in with a gun ready to punish though is only met by a forlorn home. He steps inside mindfully, traversing the first floor and coming up alarmingly cold. Taehyung kisses his teeth with frustration, the mansion neat and tidy but without you in sight, causing him to begin searching the house in a frenzy.
He checks every room desperately, every area his grand manor has to offer; and it’s as though every step he takes, every painful second he spends without spotting you, his heart drops further into the pit of his stomach. Everything is just so intact, perfect and flawless, as though you hadn’t even been living here at all. 
And it’s eerily disturbing. 
It irks Taehyung, leaves the rare feeling of anxiety to bubble in his chest, fester into a wound he didn’t know could make him bleed like this, feel like this. 
He bursts into the room you both share, finding your Alaskan king-sized bed empty, the silk sheets in perfect array with the French, balcony doors only slightly ajar, calling Taehyung’s immediate attention. He rushes out onto the marble platform, the night air cool to his skin though he feels clammy with the heat of his trembling heart.
He whips his keen vision around in every direction for the familiar colour of your hair, the distinct scent of your perfume, the ends of your white robe; anything that would tell him it was you, that you were okay. 
Taehyung lets out an irritated grunt as he scavenges for his phone, considering his distressing options here. He shouldn’t call you, if something possibly harmful did happen to you your phone must’ve been swiped, or you’re in a situation where if your phone rings you could be royally fucked. 
But maybe the perpetrators are waiting for Taehyung to call you, and thus begin a classic rundown of an agonizing hostage situation. Taehyung’s heart beats profusely considering that. 
He doesn’t believe in God, and yet he found himself praying to a higher power for your safety. Boiling acid crawls up his throat once he contemplates if you aren’t, plotting the blood he’ll hunt for if there’s even a scratch on you, any speck of dirt upon your empyrean skin. 
Intaking a deep breath, he collects his frazzled brain, and composedly clicks the contact of his right hand man. 
Though funnily enough, Park Jimin’s name flashes on his phone screen just before he taps, answering right away. “Jimin, hello? What the fuck happened-” 
“We have her, Tae, come outside.”
Taehyung doesn’t utter a word, shutting his phone off and bolting through his home and out the door. He’s welcomed by a myriad of black Escalades pulling up into the front of his manor, turning the usual crescent around the plentiful garden of roses his homefront offers. 
His concerned eyes speedily sweep over the cars, watching his friend Jimin vacate a particular one on the right, to which Taehyung immediately questions him. “Jimin, where is she-” 
But within the smallest frame of time, Taehyung didn’t need to say anything. The same car’s back door is swung open, and it’s as though every second this meek universe has to offer was stopped. Every cell in Taehyung’s body relaxes, his heart feels instantaneously lighter, the abysmal parts of him are illuminated and not a single line of poetry could describe the peace he felt within his tainted soul. 
His eager eyes catch a glimpse of your hair, those luscious strands he adored running his fingers through when you fell asleep against his chest. Then it was your usual night wear, that ivory, silk tank top and shorts with your flowy white robe, appearing to Taehyung as his very own angel. 
Lastly, it was the telltale, endearing red bow you always wore in your hair, Taehyung’s eyes having the extraordinary audacity to become glassy. Your slippered foot meets the cobblestone underneath you, Taehyung watching you turn to Jimin to speak momentarily. All he could do in that grateful second was thank the Heavens—whatever superior power above—to be able to see you and your gorgeous face again. 
He then sees your charming, lovable smile, an image he once didn’t know could bring him such joy, solitude. Then, it’s the cute way you stumble a bit, always a little clumsy when you’re too sweetly excited and Taehyung can’t help but laugh. Then, the way you abandon any and everyone around you, only rushing towards Taehyung with what he could tell are eyes that have cried, but they appear so happy looking at him, as though he’s your everything as much as you are his. 
All Taehyung’s left to do is hold out his arms, big and wide, waiting for you with a hint of a content smile on his face, but his heart pounds ardently in his chest, and his soul feels celestial, destined to be part of this very moment with you. 
You come hurtling into Taehyung, not paying mind to a single surrounding as you leap into his outstretched arms, legs grappling around him as he effortlessly catches and squeezes you tightly. You squeeze him back harder, burying your face into his warm neck with a hand snug in his hair, engulfed by his piney cologne. 
“Taehyung..” You call him breathlessly, feeling the urgent need to make sure he’s real, that he’s right before you and he’s okay. 
Taehyung releases a deep breath, finding a home in your scent, sheer relief in your touch, warmth in your presence. A hand of his cradles the back of your head desperately, his other clutching your waist so tightly Taehyung was afraid you may disappear, as though you were mirage in a lucid dream. 
“There you are,” Taehyung whispers, squeezing his eyes shut as he holds you dearly, unlike anything he’s ever held his entire life, and his voice uncharacteristically breaks. “There you are.” 
“I’m here, Taehyung, I’m here.” You repeated to him, tone thick with emotion as you both cuddled each other indefinitely close. Taehyung puts space between you then, running his injured hand over some wisps of your hair and cheek, worried eyes scanning your every feature. 
“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” 
“No, Tae. I’m fine, I’m fine.” Your face falters into his neck again as your tone wavers, winding your arms around him in almost a deadly hold and Taehyung has to chuckle a little. He’s too occupied with embracing you when your small world is interrupted by Jimin approaching. 
“We got her out in time, right before anybody could even make it past the county line.” 
Taehyung releases an assured breath, cradling you like you were his most precious wish come true; not a single doubt in his mind that you really were.
“She wasn’t hurt, and I think this house is still safe for her. We got rid of anyone that even made it close to the boundary.” Taehyung nods to Jimin, stroking your back affectionately as he clutches you with his life, his eyes flitting to his friend. “Thank you, Jimin, seriously.” 
“Never sweat it, Tae. You know how much Rose means to the rest of us, too.” That’s when you shift your head so your cheek rests daintily against Taehyung’s shoulder, glassy eyes finding Jimin with the utmost gratitude. 
“Thank you for getting me out, Jimin.” 
Jimin simply salutes you both, signaling his departure and Taehyung returns a courteous nod, silently bidding each other farewell. You lift off Taehyung’s shoulder and watch his personnel pile back into their cars, confusing you. 
“Tae, what about security inside our house?” 
“Not today, Rose.” He answers, beckoning you to look at him, and you find his eyes an unusually soft, calm colour. “I want you to myself tonight.” 
Your chest fills with warmth, hands resting comfortably on his neck as one glides through his soft, raven tresses of hair, nibbling on your lip. 
It was always the eye contact with Taehyung that left you breathless. Always searing, palpable, tense. Most of your relationship in the beginning was Taehyung’s disappointment in your struggle to meet his gaze. Though how could you when Taehyung didn’t just look? 
He glares, intimidatingly so. There was always a mysterious curtain that blanketed his eyes, those coffee orbs hidden behind dark locks of pitch-black hair. It’s as though Taehyung looks down on you, as would any man who led the most lucrative, notorious syndicate of crime in this city. 
Taehyung was immaculate, undefeated in his position as a notorious mafia leader.
It truly was an initial hurdle that may have caused its unique problems, its tumultuous ups and down; though the warm, irrevocable relationship that bloomed from such a dark, ugly place between you two was beautiful.
And most of all, it had granted the timely opportunity to whisk away that opaque curtain concealing Taehyung’s gorgeous, gorgeous eyes from you.
And what you had seen once you caught a genuine look at him? Peered into his mysterious soul through his gems of chocolate eyes?
You saw a man, simple as that.
Not the vicious Wolf everyone in the criminal underworld had coined him, not the ruthless, cold-blooded killer, not the heartless, emotionless sociopath. You saw a man. A man who lived, breathed and loved just like any other.
Even now, as Taehyung gazes at you, encases you dearly and thumbs a strand of stray hair away from your eyelash, you don’t mind the blood that stains his collar, the callous, beat up condition of his knuckles or the bleak emptiness of his eyes. Because he was Taehyung, a man who was simply trying to make it by, a man that was brave enough to allow you into his reticent heart, let you be his Achilles heel, his kryptonite, the one and only weakness his heart so immensely desired to protect with his entire being.
“Let’s go inside,” Taehyung says, flashing you that signature hint of a smile he always gave you.
You grin back, leaning forward and gently connecting your forehead with his, lightly nodding. “Mm.”
Taehyung shuts the door behind you two softly, soaking in this all-encompassing feeling of having you in his arms. He doesn’t bring you down to the floor, only cradles you to him like you’re his precious baby. Your eyes implore him to kiss you, and he does so without hesitation. 
This definitely isn’t the first time you and Taehyung have kissed, but something about the zealous press of his lips this time, the way his mouth works against yours in a tender, loving rhythm causes your heart to hammer against your ribcage. You breathe in his kiss, a hand curled around his neck as the other delicately holds his cheek, savouring the kiss in all its enchantment as he encloses you tightly. 
He parts from your lips, touching foreheads and shutting his eyes as though his mind is running an agonizing marathon, intaking a deep, worried breath. 
“I thought something happened,” he manages to get out. “I was... so close to getting it out of him and he said your name.. your real name and I-” 
It’s a rare sight, seeing Taehyung unable to speak, squeezing his eyes so firmly closed you knew there must’ve been deep pain, emotion, something tugging at his heart strings so profusely. You instantly brought your lips inches before his, whispering hushes to him as you grasp his jaw, soothing away his worrisome thoughts. “Shh, Tae. I’m okay.. it’s okay.” 
“I don’t know what I’d do..” Taehyung’s voice becomes thick, tone heavy with wistful emotion as his once shut, swirling eyes meet yours. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.” 
Your heart does a somersault, feeling an instant wave of love wash over you, and you lunge immediately for his kiss. Taehyung’s arms squeeze you even tighter, feeling his feet carry you both towards your grand staircase without gaining a second off each other’s mouths. 
Kisses that feel infinite, feel fiery and yet soft as snow, revolutionary and yet as quaint as this moment together. That’s what kissing Taehyung feels like. Even if everyone warned you he was an unforgiving murderer, a cold-blooded killer without a heart or a single emotion within his battered soul, it was laughable that when you touched him, all you could ever feel was the immense heat that radiated off his body. 
When you pressed your hand to his heart, you could feel it beating loudly where it was once believed he didn’t possess one at all. And even if you knew the blood on his collar was not his own, but the brutal remnants of whatever damage he’d incurred on a victim, you didn’t allow it to deter you. Because you knew he wasn’t emotionless, nor cold-blooded nor without a heart; he was a man. A man who loves you deeply, and would sacrifice any asset, riches or opportunity in the world to love you for the rest of his life. 
That’s who Taehyung is, a man that guards himself with mighty, iron walls in order to protect his broken heart, though loves ardently when he opens himself up, his devotion as deep as the ocean. 
Taehyung softly places you on your shared bed, seating you like the finest of jewelry against the edge. Your lips finally disconnect, Taehyung trailing his them down your jaw for sweet kisses, skimming over your pulse point that’s so incredibly sensitive, you twitch when he lightly sucks at his searing leisure. 
You moan indulgently when you feel his tongue lick your skin, biting your bottom lip to silence yourself, but his enrapturing effect on you is something you could never deter. “Taehyung..”
He moans against you, quacking your very insides and your hands can’t help but weave into his soft hair. He sucks a dark, plum-coloured hickey onto your neck as you whimper, the only marks he desires to see on your body of his own loving creation. 
He passes over your collarbones and meets the v-line of your nightgown, your chest instinctively jutting forward for his lips, and he flashes you a charming grin as he breathes a puff of hot air against your skin. You lightly keen your head to the side with a sigh, never having known you were this needy for Taehyung. “Tae.. what’re you doing?” 
“I love you.” Is all he says, hands situated on your arms he holds softly as he presses his lips to your bare sternum. Your toes become restless, Taehyung thumbing away your flimsy robe until it’s casted off, abandoning the piece somewhere. 
Taehyung doesn’t bother removing your nightgown at all, so enamoured, mesmerized by your needy little noises, he yearns to tease more out of you. He latches his mouth onto a nipple through your silk gown, igniting the second you feel the tip of his tongue poke your sensitive nub. 
You gasp, hooking a hand onto the sheets below you as the other slithers through his locks, tugging at your expense to manage your arousal. “Fuck.. Tae.”
Your chest can’t help but explode, hearing your real name from his lips is a rare, joyous occasion. He continues licking at your nipple, soaking your garment as his palms curl around your ribcage and knead your breasts, contently suckling your body as his very own temple. 
You attempt to mask a moan, only failing when Taehyung presses kisses down your stomach and abdomen, kneeling on the ground before you as his lust-filled, soul-snatching eyes shoot up at you, maintaining eye contact that delectably churns your insides. Taehyung clasps the ends of your gown, hiking it up your thighs and over your body, raising your arms as he carefully sheds the item off you, face to face once he bares your body. 
His charmed eyes soak you in, wetting his bottom lip as he takes his time admiring you, flashing up to your warm cheeks and flustered eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” 
Taehyung isn’t a man of many words, but when he does speak, it’s always hard-hitting, meaningful, and leaves an impact on whomever he speaks to. Maybe that’s why your heart soars, your chest constricts pleasurably and your stomach floods with butterflies, because Taehyung didn’t need to say much of anything to feel his warm, warm love. 
So when he did in fact say something, you knew he meant it with his beating heart. 
You smile, watching Taehyung watch you intently, with his undivided attention. His lips descend to your bare abdomen this time to press gentle kisses, reeling when he pecks your pelvis and his fingers hook onto the band of your underwear. You peer at him below, legs dangling off the bed as Taehyung seductively, temptingly tugs your underwear down your legs, ensuring his bewitching eyes never leave yours, and drink up every reaction he gets out of you. 
Your underwear pools at your ankles and he removes them carefully, casting them aside as his rough, injured hands slide over your supple thighs, hitching your breath as you squirm. Taehyung’s line of sight remains locked on you, curling his palms underneath your shins, bringing your leg before his mouth and pressing his plush lips against your fiery skin. 
He lays considerate, slow kisses up one leg, transforming into jelly once he invades your inner thighs and has the audacity to jut his tongue out, licking your sensitive skin. You jolt impatiently, feeling him approach your core so closely, before he pulls away to provide the same attention to your other leg. 
He pecks up your opposite leg once again, indulging in the heavenly pleasure his lips supply until he’s dragging his plushy, pink petals over your knee and across your thigh, shivering when he adds tongue. Taehyung suckles for however long—you can’t remember, only recalling the fucked out haze that clouds your mind as you clamp down on your lip to shut yourself up. 
But a harsh suck to your inner thigh pries your mouth wide open. “Tae-ah!” 
“Make noise, Rose. I wanna hear you.” 
Your pussy immediately floods with arousal as you whimper, Taehyung’s dark eyes glancing up at you while your legs and feet uselessly move around. That’s when he hooks his hands around the flesh of your thighs, hovering his mouth right above your sodden, leaking cunt that visibly pulses. He breathes against your folds and you jerk rapidly, the feeling too head-spinning to not keen. “Taehyung..”
He only responds with a side-kiss to your inner thigh, before he finally latches his hot mouth onto your leaking sex, eliciting the lewdest of sighs from you. 
“Fuck.. so gorgeous, Rose. The sweetest pussy.” Taehyung rasps in his deep timbre and you throw your head back, fingers weaving through the dark locks that cover his entrancing eyes as he begins mouthing your dripping cunt. He wraps his wet lips around your core, sucking so teasingly you whimper, shiver, tug at his locks, letting him relish in his deliberate fun as you focus solely on the wet sensations between your legs. “Nngh-Taehyung..” 
“Stay still, Ro,” he breathes against you, licking your pussy lips as you glance down between your thighs, and find the most gorgeous man’s face stuffed in you. “This is just the beginning,” 
Only earning a moment to moan, you’re interrupted when Taehyung props your legs onto his shoulders and tugs you forcefully forwards, pussy flush against his face. He shoves himself deeper into your heat. You moan pathetically as you practically fall back against the bed, landing on your weak elbows. “Tae-” 
But he shuts you right up when his tongue slobbers through your folds, eliciting the most pornographic noise you’ve made all night. Your breaths clip, not knowing what’s washed over Taehyung tonight, but something in his movements specifically scream desperation, need, desire. 
He devours your pussy as though it’s his own, which wasn’t far from the truth at all. His tongue works devilish figure eights and tantalizing patterns as he dares tickle your clit, unable to keep yourself silent nor still anymore. You want to clamp your legs shut around Taehyung’s head, but he only keeps you wide open, suckling on your little needy cunt like it was his favourite hobby. 
Then God, does he go to town on you. He releases you with lewd pop off your cunt only to catch his breath, and returns right away with a new lust-filled hunger that sweeps your veins. He tugs you back into place as he practically makes out with your cunt and eats up so much more of you, swallowing your pussy whole. He snakes the tip of his tongue into your entrance far enough your back collapses onto the bed, writhing as he supplies you deadly pleasure. 
He ruts himself against the edge of the bed, craving that friction he desires as your hips ride up against his face and lips, wetting them indefinitely with your oozing slick.
There were stars crackling behind your eyes, your mind is spiraling and your legs are shaking, orgasm bubbling so profusely at the bottom of your stomach you were going to snap any second. He feels cosmic, heavenly, astronomical as he eats you out till his heart’s content, and you can’t help but nearly scream as he blissfully abuses your pussy with his devil of a tongue.
“Taehyung, oh God- Taehyung.”
“I love you... shit. I love this pussy and you.” 
You're biting down on your hand to stop mewling, but you can’t even silence the loud noises as you bunch the sheets in your fist, the tension in your gut coiling so tightly you can’t take it anymore. 
“I’m gonna come, Tae, baby.” 
“So soon, sweetheart?” 
You’re too fucked out to even counter his jab, instead purposefully grinding against his face with a forceful rut and he laughs between your thighs, fingers fastening in his hair as you tug him closer. “Tae, don’t stop... I’m so close.” 
“Yeah? My petal’s close?” He goads you pleasurably, now sensually maneuvering his tongue over your pussy lips, licking you as though you were his favourite flavour of anything. “Wanna feel you come, Rose,” he coos, his own voice raspy as he moans against you and the sensation shakes your insides. “Cream my tongue with this pretty pussy, baby.” 
And it doesn’t take any further convincing for you to orgasm beautifully, a loud moan escaping you as your body shudders and spasms, Taehyung’s eyes flitting up to watch you release. He gently rocks you against his face to help ride out your high, tasting the sweet essence that coat’s his chin and lips. “So sweet, Y/N. Love tasting your cum.” 
You instinctively move to bat Taehyung away from your pussy, awaiting the oversensitivity from his wet muscle lapping at you, though it never comes. Taehyung instead is licking leisurely, soothingly through your wet pussy folds in a sensual rhythm that eases you, feeling blissful against your devoured cunt. 
Quiet moans escape you as Taehyung doesn’t rush, doesn’t hurry or go exponentially fast; he simply remains on his knees, letting you lie back and continues to eat out your palpitating pussy. Your eyes flash open to try and ground yourself, coming face to face with your balcony doors and never having picked up when it began to rain outside. The streams of water glide down the surface of pristine glass, and the light pitter-patter sounds calm you as you wind your hand into Taehyung’s hair, stroking him lovingly as he licks your cunt, as though he could do it for hours. 
And that’s exactly what Taehyung does. He eats you out for what feels like hours, ignoring every protest you made about how tired he must be from his troublesome day, how his injured hands must hurt and how he needs to breathe. Because instead, Taehyung wants to slowly, steadily lick at your pussy until your guts wind up and release like a toy, until your legs shake and your hips jerk into his face wantonly. Until all you’re left with are multiple orgasms while he hums in satisfaction each time, praising you as though you were his loving queen of a mighty kingdom. 
“Doing so good for me, Y/N.” He pants, lips stained with your essence and your thighs imbued with his bruises. “I love you.. So pretty when you come.” 
Every time he says those three words it ignites your soul, wondering truly, what’s gotten into him tonight. “Tae.. what’s.. Why are you doing this? I-” You squeal when he brings his fingers to play with your sex, his tongue already a lethal weapon. 
“I love you.. I just love you,” 
You fist his hair in your palm desperately as he pries open your thighs again, watching him groan in pleasure as his jaw flexes to swallow more. “I love you too, Tae-ah!” 
You lose your sanity when his tongue dips inside your hole so deeply, you pulsed violently for something to finally fill you up, gripping the sheets and Taehyung’s hair alike for leverage. “Tae.. inside me, please.” 
“Yeah?” He breathes against your core. “You want me inside?” 
“So badly, Tae.. I need you.” 
Taehyung doesn’t waste any time, finally releasing your core from his swollen lips, hands loosening their tight grip on your flesh. He presses a kiss to your abused clit before softly crawling over your fucked out figure, hands either side of your head as he gazes below. 
Sweat slicks your heated face, a strand of hair sticking to your cheek he removes delicately, treating you as though you were a desert rose. 
His desert rose. 
“Rose,” he whispers, catching his breath as his irises unusually swirl with emotion, and you have an inkling what may be causing all this. 
“Taehyung,” you whisper back, soft hands cupping his cheeks as you remain caged underneath him, admiring the glistening of his lips. “What happened, baby?” 
Taehyung intakes a breath, collecting himself as he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. It’s a sigh he releases then, shutting his shaken-up eyes as his forehead falls to yours, and he locks his jaw reminiscing. “Nothing I want to repeat.” 
Your eyes soften. “Tae..” 
“I just,” he swallows thickly, knee pressing into the mattress between your legs as he simply soaks you in, allowing himself a peaceful, reflective moment with you. “I just.. can’t lose you.. ever.”
It’s easy for your eyes to flood with tears, the sincerity, the raw emotion in his plea, something unforeseen to you. “You won’t, Tae.” You tell him, swiping the pad of your thumb over his plushy petals. “You never will, baby.” 
You could feel his heart thudding, feel the sheer worry radiating off his body in waves. It alarms you. Emotion this profound is too rare a sight for Taehyung. He’s the mafia leader of the Kim family; he was described to have been stoic since the day he was born, though it seemed when it came to you, his heart wasn’t so guarded after all. 
Taehyung doesn’t say a word, and merely connects his lips with yours. He kisses you as though he’s etching a promise into you, poking his tongue inside your mouth as you taste yourself on him, humming when you do. 
He disconnects, his eyes having no reason to abandon you. Yours falter to his attire, finding him fully clothed against your naked body. You glide your hands up his forearms and biceps, clasping the lapels of his Valentino suit jacket you fiddle with, eyes flitting up to Taehyung’s. 
He cracks a smile, admiring the way you bite your lips before he seats himself on the bed, and you rise from your position. You remove Taehyung’s coat, too shy to meet his gaze you know never falters from you. He’s always had the habit of staring, those sharp, cunning eyes having softened since you’d met him. 
His jacket hits the floor, and your hands move to his restrictive tie. You loosen the piece, pulling yourself closer to him by the thin, black fabric and unhooking it from around his neck, glancing at him to find an amused grin as he watches. Your breath is stolen from you the second you reach for a button of his, undoing one and unfortunately finding a wound on Taehyung that halts you. 
You swallow, worried eyes flickering to him but he only casts his pointer finger over his lips, hushing you. You challenge him, genuine concern seeping into your bones as you spot that bruise, but he only gently takes your stopped hands in his, and places them back on his shirt, nodding to you that it's okay to continue. 
You reluctantly unbutton them, his shirt opening and revealing to you a few more wounds that upsettingly plague his golden, silky smooth skin. You discard the shirt, allowing your hands to traverse his Statue of David body, to softly glide over his disheartening wounds and hope your gentle touch is enough to heal them. 
Taehyung watches you worry, your eyes threatening to spill the liquid that pools them, but you compose yourself, simply immersed in touching him. 
You finally reach the part of his body you treasured most. You fit your hand into the deep scar on the left side of his broad chest, the three, distinct claw marks of a wolf that always managed to evoke heavy emotion within you. You gently canvas over the scar, imbuing all the love you could in your single touch, even though more of your ardent love goes towards the tattoo that blooms from his sorrowful scar. 
Taehyung is a genius, you thought once you met him. Many things pointed towards him being so, however, it was perhaps this part of him that mesmerized you the most about his mind. Roses bloomed from his scar into majestic cascades of flowers, spangly vines that spread out from his chest and traveled down his one arm, decorating him beautifully. You always adored the few roses that poked up the side of his neck, peeking out from whatever suit or clothes he wore. 
It certainly wasn’t your first time viewing this masterpiece on his body, though each opportunity did in fact feel anew. Taehyung watches you admire like you always did, softly gliding your tender touch over such a dark, dark part of himself, and it felt as though you were the only light in his life. 
That thought alone awakens a sense of need, want inside of him, beckoning his mind, body and soul to love you for eternity, that he would always do so. 
Taehyung then wraps his palms around your wrists, removing your hands to pull you closer by your thighs. You climb over his clothed lap and settle over him, arms encircling his neck as Taehyung connects your lips, kissing you ardently. Your naked breasts fall against Taehyung’s warm chest, his sheltering arms pressing you into his body as he makes out with you shamelessly, swallowing your mouth whole as though he were driven insane.
His large hand splays in between your bare shoulder blades, the other cradling your waist as your tongue works into his mouth, and Taehyung invites you warmly. 
He lifts off the bed with you both then, maneuvering your entangled bodies to the pillows of your mattress. He gently places you down on the sheets, his kisses tender and sweet. Your head’s spinning, Taehyung’s kiss so heated and intoxicating you couldn’t help but get lost in his deep, deep ocean. 
He breaks away, standing by the edge of this bed as you catch the Godly view of him unbuckling his belt, the familiar sound of the metal clicking lighting your needy pussy on fire. Taehyung’s dress pants and boxers are removed, viewing his delicious length that springs free from its confines, and your insides immediately call for his presence inside you. 
He crawls over your body carefully, his gorgeous frame the only thing you can see as he hovers above, gazing into your eyes he didn’t know he could love so much. 
“Rose,” he breathes, his hand coming up to delicately cup your cheek. “My love.” 
“Taehyung.. I want you.” 
“I want you more.” He whispers, and your heart bursts, needing him this very second. The rain outside pitter-patters indefinitely, streams of droplets sounding against the doors as Taehyung dips to kiss you, curling his palm around his shaft that stands tall and proud. 
You immediately jut out your hand to remove his, replacing it with your own as you watch him intently above you, pumping his elongated, girthy cock. Taehyung keens immediately, groaning as you tuck his tip into your folds and wet his slit, using the slick to dampen his rock hard cock. 
His eyes are far from blown out now, breathing harshly as his body covers yours, the sound of the rain washing a calm, relaxing atmosphere over your paradise of a bedroom. Taehyung wraps his hand around yours, lining himself up with your entrance without words, because your connected eyes do all the talking for you. 
He pushes against your weeping hole with you, sheathing his flushed, red tip into your tight walls and he’s already groaning out into your neck as you gasp deeply. 
“Rose.. oh fuck.” 
Your nails dig into Taehyung’s back as your cunt flutters, the sheer size of him inside a large, girthy invasion. The sting begins to hurt more than it should, lightly pushing at Taehyung’s shoulder as you request him softly. “Tae, I-I need a minute..” Taehyung immediately stops moving, holding himself up as he patiently waits, refraining from fucking into you senselessly. 
He senses your warm, drenched walls struggling around him, and he dips down to sweetly kiss your forehead, finding your hands and weaving his fingers through against the sheets. He coos gently as he squeezes you tightly. “Take your time, my love. Relax for me.” 
You level your breathing, releasing the tension within your insides as your walls slowly open up, readying themselves for your seemingly heartless mafia leader boyfriend. His eyes search your features carefully and request permission, granting it to him with an assured nod. 
He works himself into you then, slowly, sensually. Inch by inch he considerably stuffs himself inside your beating cunt, the heat between your bodies flaming, palpable. Taehyung’s dark orbs flit between your face and where your bodies connect, speckling arousal within when he groans through impaling you. 
You throw your head back against the pillow as your back arches, restless while Taehyung’s cock doesn’t even make it to three fourths, and your eyes are squeezing shut too tightly. Taehyung leans down and brings his lips before your swollen petals, brushing them with his own as he searches for your gaze. 
“Rose, baby. Look at me.. eyes on me.” He softly encourages, your once closed eyes falling open and connecting with his, glassy as you attempt to make room for him. 
“That’s it, good girl.” Taehyung praises, squeezing your hands in his against the sheets as he sheaths his cock inside you. “You gotta breathe, baby.” 
You heed his advice and inhale, exhaling when you feel it’s most right. He presses gentle pecks to your lips as his eyes alone speak a million, endearing words, his proximity so heated and comforting, the tight grasp on your hands so intimate, feeling infinite. You focus solely on the shape of his cock inside you, invading your tight pussy so slowly you’re sure this is insanity. 
Taehyung breathes at a leveled pace, replicating it as he lays the smallest of kisses against your lips, whispering sweet nothings. “Doing so well, Ro. I know you can keep going.” 
You nod as your response, soaking him into your weeping walls until he bottoms out inside you. Taehyung lets out a deep grunt against you as you squeal in pleasure, clutching his hands ever-so tightly. He attempts to maintain his laboured breaths, the sheer tightness, the divine squeeze of your walls fluttering around his thick cock the very definition of paradise. 
“Fuck, Y/N.. the tightest pussy ever, shit.”
You moan, the sheer length, the girth of him inside eliciting pleasure to travel through your insides. Your nipples itch to touch his chest and you jolt off the sheets, bucking your hips into him. Taehyung’s mesmerized, trying to embed the feeling of your dripping cunt around him permanently into his brain. “Always so wet and warm, Rose, so fucking wet for me.”
And just when your lust-filled eyes meet his onyx, hungry ones, Taehyung slides your entangled hands above your head, carefully pulling out of your heat. He feels every inch of your walls clench around him so tightly, Taehyung softly fucks back in with an eager thrust. 
Your toes curl against the mattress as you shiver at the feeling, legs squirmy and faltering from Taehyung’s sides but he grows unsatisfied by that, abandoning a hand of yours to hoist your hips back up. They become flush with his, impaling you so, so deeply
“I need you here, baby.” He instructs, and your pussy may have exploded right there. 
His hand returned to yours, and Taehyung doesn’t waste time in setting a slow, deep pace of fucking into your sex. He relishes in each and every needy noise that escapes you. You shut your eyes and allow his dick inside you to become your delicious focal point, every unique feature of his that ensnares you. 
That one distinct vein underneath his shaft that scrapes your innards, the bulbous tip of his leaking cock that kisses your cervix whenever he drives himself deep enough, and every ridge and groove that challenges the spongy confines of your pussy. Taehyung does it all. 
The only thing that makes his thrust intoxicating, ravishing? He keeps it slow, slow and steady. Doesn’t speed up ridiculously and annihilate your pussy, doesn’t beat it up to the point in which you’re sobbing like anybody unfairly assuming his character would believe; Taehyung penetrates you unhurriedly, fucks so gently into you, you could tell now what he was attempting to do. 
“I love you,” he says as though he reads your mind, knowing Taehyung's intentions were to make love, to thrust into you sweetly and tenderly, to love each and every inch of you he gladly earned the privilege to call his. “I love you so much, you know that?” 
“I know, baby. I know.” You coo back, feeling the deep length of Taehyung’s heavenly cock as he rocks his hips into you.
“I can’t lose you, I never want to lose you.. Rose.” 
“You won’t, Tae.” You attempted to soothe him, staring into his eyes meaningfully as he fucked himself into your pulsing, soaking wet pussy
“I’ll do anything for you, Ro. You’re the only thing,” Taehyung takes a moment to grunt, stuffing himself so deep inside you, your hips grind up greedily for more. He groans deeply, and he gently maneuvers his dick inside you to glide against your plushy, engorged g-spot. You shudder, his voice dripping with emotion when he speaks. “You’re the only thing I love most in this world.” 
You tear up, something about the rain outside, the sensual, soft way he fucks you and tells you he loves you that tightly constricts your heart and guts. Your chest feels heated, your stomach full of his cock and your hands are entwined with his, spelling this special, cherishable moment with Taehyung one you’ll never forget. 
“I’d lay down my life, I don’t care.” Taehyung strangles a groan against your lips as he penetrates you particularly deep, eliciting your whiny moans. “Only for you, my Rose. Only you do this to me” 
“I don’t need anything,” his baritone voice whispers. “I just want you,” the low sound tumbles into your ear as Taehyung thrusts into you so deeply, so slowly you could feel every delectable inch of his throbbing length. “I love you more than anything.” 
His voice is so thick with sentiment it elicits your own, needing to see his face, to see the promise in his eyes for yourself. “I wanna see you, Tae.. please.” 
He complies, removing himself from your neck to stare into your shimmering eyes, squeezing his hands so tightly against the bed, Taehyung can only do the same back. “Y/N.. I don’t know what I’d do without you.. I love you.” 
The glassiness of his eyes do you in, your chest so full of love and adoration, it’s almost hard to breathe. Your body shifts up the bed in accordance with his fucks, savouring the pleasurable sting of his cock moving inside you, your chest arching into his each time he thrusts deliciously. “I love you more, Tae.” 
“No, never.” He instantly denies, stuffing you to the very brim of your pussy, you gasped for much needed air. “I’ll always love you more,” he breathes as his eyes implore you to believe him, shakily groaning as he maintains his arousal inside you. 
Taehyung presses his palm to your abdomen then, and softly swivels his cock around inside your fluttering cunt, feeling your soul leave your fucking body. “Tae.. oh, baby.”
“You feel that, Y/N? Can you feel me?” 
You nod incessantly, tears finally streaming down your face as his cock becomes your safe haven, your muse, your dream come true. Taehyung’s throaty sounds escape him beautifully as he dares push down on your stomach, truly, genuinely feeling every glorious inch of him.
He relishes in the tightness of your dripping sex, fucking into you with nothing but zealous love in his movements. “You mean everything to me, you know that?” 
You nod, sniffling as you moan lewdly, maintaining your palpable eye contact with him. “You mean everything to me too, Taehyung. I never want to lose you either.” 
“You won’t, sweetheart. You never will.” 
It rains and rains outside, ceaselessly and without pause, but the same could’ve been said about Taehyung. He continues to fuck you at a slow, delicious pace without stopping. You feel every divine sensation as your insides squeeze around him, feel your guts twist and your mind lose sanity. You’re wetter than the sea by now, your essence having made a mess of your pussy and glistening all over Taehyung’s damp, hard cock. 
“Faster, Taehyung. I can’t take this anymore.” 
“Yeah?” He rasps. “You want it faster?” 
You nod ridiculously, and Taehyung’s loving, sweet moments eventually melt into delirious, faster fucks that hit just the right spots inside you. His thrusts increase in perfect rhythm, finding the motion that rocks your fucking world and sends you to cloud nine. 
Taehyung effortlessly masters the damn coital alignment technique, angling himself upwards and his abdomen rubs against your engorged, weeping clit. You keen immediately, vision flitting between his hungry eyes and his cock sliding in and out of your gushing sex, truly wondering how his beast of a length fits inside you. 
“Oh God—Tae, holy fuck.” 
“Shit shit shit. Rose, Y/N..” Taehyung grunts uncontrollably, his thrusts now so untethered he’s senselessly fucking you out of your mind. “God, I can feel how much you’re squeezing me, holy fuck.” 
“Fuck me harder, Taehyung, on my fucking God—” 
“Jesus Christ, Y/N.. fuck.” He groans lewdly as his sweaty forehead falls against yours, your body rapidly shifting up the sheets with every thrust he pounds into you now, fucking you so deliciously you were seconds from coming undone. 
“Gonna come, Taehyung. I’m gonna—oh shit.”
Taehyung doesn’t waste a second when he collides his lips with yours, kissing you wildly as he hammers into your sweet pussy. “Yeah? My baby’s gonna come?” 
“Yes, Taehyung.. Please, I need you.” 
“Please what, Rose? What do you want from me?” 
You moan out as the pressure in your stomach builds, your guts twisting so tightly you were sure it was the reason you felt insane. Taehyung’s dick just feels so good; so full and delectable and like pure sin, it’s so fucking hard to keep quiet. Your hips buck into his with each monstrous thrust, fucking him back as much as possible, and you only drive Taehyung beyond insane. 
“Wanna come around your cock, Tae. Please.” 
“Then cream my cock, sweetheart.” He coos against your swollen lips, kissing in between his saccharine words. “Wanna feel my little petal come.” 
That’s when Taehyung fucks into you with vigor, with strength so hard your insides are driven to the precipice, feeling him hit your g-spot over and over and over again until you fiercely snap like a twig. You’re practically blinded by the orgasm that rips through your pathetic body, your walls incessantly fluttering around Taehyung’s cock as you trap him inside you. 
Your thighs shake terribly until you feel Taehyung stop inside you, letting go of your hands to soothe your hip and gently rock himself into you, cum adding weight to his balls.
“Wait,” you halt him. “Want you to come on me, Tae.” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, panting as he manages his breath and a sheen of sweat adds a pretty glow to his dewy skin. “You want that, sweetheart? Like when I come all over and dirty my little flower?” 
You nod as a response, free hands now squirming against the sheets, restless as you wiggle your body to beckon him to your abdomen. Taehyung adores the needy sight, tonguing the inside of his cheek. “Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” 
You bring your index finger to your mouth and bite down with a small grin, your angel-like innocence one of the many things Taehyung loves about you. He leans over to press a kiss to your pouty lips, shifting onto his knees and pulling out of your gushing sex, securing his cock in his fist. He begins pumping himself as you await him, the tempting sight before you too hot to remain still.
The image of Taehyung fucking into his hand above funnily causes arousal to spark within your stomach despite coming multiple times tonight, biting your finger as you eye him delectably. You watch his features scrunch up, sexily wetting his lips as deep sounds of grunting escape him, hissing when he finds a speed he likes enough, your pussy juices having left his cock slick and wet.
His dark, dark eyes peer down at your panting figure and it drives him high, all while you admire his beautiful tattoo and scar. His slacked jaw and tongue that pokes out the side of his mouth as he meets your gaze, hungry and starving when he rasps. “Tongue out for me, dirty girl.” 
You present your tongue to him, sticking it out as Taehyung finally fucks into his fist fast enough he spurts white strips of cum all over your body, painting you like his very own canvas. You jut your tongue out to catch his cum and you gladly earn some, licking it pleasurably as you hum lewdly. 
Taehyung groans satisfyingly as he releases his load over your glowy, sweaty skin, admiring the trails of his filthy cum decorating your pure, graceful body. “Fuck, Rose.. this is so fucking hot, my fucking angel.” 
You swipe some more cum off your body and into your mouth. The taste of Taehyung is so utterly divine, you have to refrain from rolling your weary eyes back. 
“You love my cum, baby?” Taehyung coos, and you answer with an eager nod. Taehyung smiles at that, having milked himself of every drop as his breathing relaxes, coming back down to Earth. He sees you still suckling on your fingers, dipping down and gently removing them to press a soft, sensual kiss. You feed into the languid motion immediately, relishing in his perfect, tasteful mouth. Taehyung breaks away to breathe as his forehead fits snug against yours, soaking you in as abundantly as he can. 
His chest rises and falls, your own breath matching his with your legs still wide open around him, cunt a gushing mess as his cock nestles against your folds. “I love you,” you utter breathlessly, tasting his sweet breath as your chest swells with unadulterated love. 
“I love you so much more, Rose.” He whispers back just as meaningfully, eyes squeezed shut to manage the sheer affection he felt vibrating in his bones, to remain forever in this paradise. “I will for eternity.. for the rest of my life.” 
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hansolmates · a month ago
jk! crazy rich asians au
rich!jk x middle-class!reader (f) genre/warnings; crazy rich asians!au, nyc!au, chaebol!jk, strangers to lovers, a meet-cute, jk is disgustingly rich, soft slow-lovin sex, lots of profanity, alcohol use w/c; 1.5k a/n; dreamy sighs. remember vic’s black card couple? It totally brought me back to how fun and amazing that series was. I really really enjoyed writing this. thank u for submitting!
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“Do you… need help?”
“Uh, no?”
You’re not an employee, but you are an avid Target shopper. The person in question is buying a lot—no, a fuckton of things. The most expensive and best-smelling fabric softeners, over ten pints of Halo Top ice cream, and a twenty dollar toothbrush holder you’ve been eyeing for weeks in the hope it’ll go on sale.
The man looks absolutely clueless, not because he doesn’t know what to buy, but it seems like he doesn’t know how to end his Target run. Fear not, you’re a dedicated master of controlling your stress-induced Target runs, so you do your good deed of the day and decide to help him out.
“Are you furnishing an apartment?” you ask lightly, eyeing copious amounts of cookies and ramen that’s tucked in the very bottom of the cart.
“Um, yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, looking down sheepishly on the polished white floor. He’s dressed down in a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants, but you’re impressed that they’re actually clean and creased nicely. “My mom already got me the apartment, and I already told her that’s too much. I told her that I could do everything myself, but she’s so insistent.”
“Ah, overprotective mother?”
“You have no idea,” he grins, “if you have any pointers for a clueless bachelor living alone for the first time, I’d appreciate it.”
This man is sneaky. Under the guise of being completely helpless (and a bachelor, no less!) you can’t help but aid this man.
Most importantly, his smile is completely and utterly heart melting.
With a fake cough, you pat your stomach to quell the aching butterflies smothering your chest. You dare another look into his pretty brown eyes when you quickly spit your name out, which causes Jungkook to smile even wider. “Well Jungkook, for starters,” you pull up your Target app on your phone, “do you have a Red Card? It saves you money on any Target purchase.”
“No, but I have a black card?” he turns his head in confusion, not understanding the use of Target’s loyalty program, “that should work too, right?”
You simply laugh, and reason with him that you’re thinking of two completely different things.
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It’s the first time you’re spending a night in Jungkook’s apartment. He never lets you over, reasoning that your apartment is warm and smells like sugar, like what a home is supposed to be. You should be excited to be nosy in Jungkook’s apartment and see all his cute baby pictures and the type of tea he drinks. Normally you’d be over the moon, but you’re love-drunk as shit and all you want to be is wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.
He doesn’t bother turning on the light as he weaves through his apartment building, holding you securely in koala style as he makes his way to your bedroom. It’s a blur as you’re currently occupied by the way Jungkook somehow manages to grind his stiff dress pants against your thinly clothed core, so you don’t see much of the rooms. You can only make out the faint scent of leftover lavender incense as Jungkook doesn’t waste time throwing you on his plush bed, following soon to press his body against yours.
“You’re completely, and utterly amazing,” he spreads kisses throughout every part of your body, irons them throughout your skin with warm presses of his champagne coated lips, “gonna love you so good tonight, baby.”
You simply moan in response, shimmying out of your little black dress and tilting your head to give Jungkook more access to your skin.
These past three months have been nothing short of a blissful whirlwind. Jungkook, who moved into the city as a hopeful bachelor, ironically ended up being cuffed by you after two weeks of not-so-accidental Target runs and lunch dates.
As much as you’re enamoured by his sweetness and eagerness to learn how to live on his own, he’s inspired by your independence and charm. A self-made woman, he calls you, proudly showing you off to your friends whenever he can. Oftentimes you try to reason with him that he’ll be self-made too, as he’s working on a start-up that’s just inches off from launching. Every time however, he kisses your forehead and simply says that it’s just not the same as you.
“So lucky to have met you,” he sighs, pumping his dick languidly as he admires your glistening body, “I think Target is my favorite store in the world. Who the fuck needs Gucci or Yves?”
You giggle deliriously, thinking he’s just saying silly shit as he always does. Your giggles soon hasten into whines when you feel the slick head run up and down your engorged folds, eager to have that full and warm feeling eat you up. “Koo,” you run your fingers through his cropped dark hair, “please, fuck me good.”
As Jungkook slowly but firmly pounds you into the mattress, your tipsy haze has you thinking how tonight feels different than most. For one thing, you’re in his apartment. It feels special, like you’ve managed to break through another layer of the reserved yet open Jeon Jungkook. Sure, he’ll tell you from top to bottom his top 10 Greatest Anime Betrayals, but so far he hasn’t told you much about his family and life before coming to the city.
Again, you think it’s the alcohol, but it isn’t just the sex, it’s the vibe. It just feels different than going home to your too-tiny one-room apartment. How is his sex playlist echoing through his walls so seamlessly? It makes The Weeknd’s I Feel It Coming sound so melodious, and you’d never admit that to him. Even the sheets feel luxurious, as if they’ve been crafted by the finest seamers in the country.
When the both of you climax and nuzzle against the sheets, you stop your weird mid-sex overthinking and just let yourself love. Jungkook wipes the sweat off your brow and uses cucumber-scented baby wipes to clean upstairs and downstairs. There’s nothing different, there mustn't be. It must be extra special because you’re with Jeon Jungkook, the most amazing man in the world.
You don’t even remember falling asleep, the mattress is just that damn soft.
The next morning, you have a slight headache and your mouth feels like paper. Smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you force yourself out of bed. Pawing at the nightstand for your phone, you’re met with a cool paperweight.
Your eyes bug out as you see that a gold bar is hugging the sensitive documents against the sleek black table. Sparkly, but still dull enough to look authentically expensive. Is that real gold? You have half a mind to put the bar in your mouth and give it a little bite, just to check.
Wide awake, you chance a look at Jungkook, who’s still sleeping soundly and facing the other side of the bedroom. Careful not to wake him, you press a single toe on the cool espresso colored hardwood and move to find his dress shirt to put on.
Buttoning the silky material enough to cover your bits, you step out the door to see if you can make breakfast.
You scream. Where the fuck are you?
“The hell, babe?” Jungkook is all but calm at your shrill attack, his groggy morning voice that normally has you melting all but ignored.
“Jungkook,” you whisper in fear, unable to turn around and face him, “whose house did we break into last night?”
This is the penthouse, AKA, the most expensive fucking floor in the whole building. There are wall-to-wall double windows, with light-blocking curtains that open with a motion of your arm. The television is the width of the wall, with speakers embedded into the ceiling. There’s a wine fridge as tall as Jungkook mounted on the kitchen wall. The countertops are a milky white marble, matching the floor that’s so shiny you can see your coochie clearly from the opening of your button down. You promptly close your legs.
“Wha?” Jungkook steps behind you, a sheet wrapped around his waist to establish a modicum of decency. Now that it’s morning, you can clearly see that the eggshell sheets look so buttery they must be Egyptian. “I told you, I live here.”
“That’s Swarovski Crystal,” you point accusingly at the million-cut vase holding an abundant amount of sunset orange tiger lilies on the kitchen counter, which you’re absolutely sure do not grow naturally in this country. “I’m pretty sure I saw Michelle Obama with that vase on an episode of Home and Garden.”
“It was a gift,” Jungkook shrugs tiredly, and you already know he wants to pull you back to bed.
“Jungkook,” you grit, “what the fuck? Do you sell drugs?”
It’s meant to be a half-joke, but you falter slightly when you see Jungkook deflate. Maybe he hoped you’d be more casual about this, but from the look on your face, Jungkook deduces that it’s wishful thinking. He opens his blanket, and pulls you inside, relishing in the warmth of your body.
“I… have some explaining to do,” he mumbles dejectedly, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
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venusiangguk · 6 months ago
the water is alive | jjk (m)
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>>pairing: jungkook x reader / himbo!jk x water nymph!oc
>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, fantasy, crack
>>word count: 8.1k
>>warnings: human x mythical being ??🧚🏻‍♀️🧜🏻‍♀️, jk is so..., he is so special 😃, little himbo, OC FIJI WATER COOCHIE, slurp slurp, oc first time, magic, water smut, this is like 80% filthy crack, handjob, jk likes to kiss, oral (f), creampie, squirting, sexual tension, praise, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, voyeurism lowkey, jk likes it tho, spying, mention of milfs, nosy fish, outdoor smut, skinny dipping, jk just wants tits in his face ☺️
>>notes: omg long time no see 🤩 first of all this is supposed to be a lil thank you for helping me hit my first big milestone 🥺 we did it lads!! second, i was this 🤏🏻close to writing a magical water smut scene but refrained, third!!! i hope u like it <3 also ty @taegularities for betaing :*
>>summary: jk didn’t think finding a message in a bottle would lead to him drowning in pussy... but it’s not like he’s complaining. 
Being stuck in a bottle is no good. Sure, you could get out if you wanted to- you put yourself in there after all -but that would defeat the entire purpose. You’re trying to get out of the ocean, not back in it. This bottle is your ticket to freedom.
 Although the sun is beating hot through the glass, and the piece of paper inside of it takes up far too much space, you stay resolute. In your water form it’s not too bad, and luckily the bottle is wedged right where the ocean kisses the sand, cooling you off every time the tide comes in. All you need now, is for someone to stumble upon you and take you ashore. Which they will of course. Humans are stupid and entirely too nosy for their own good. You know they wouldn’t be able to resist the curiosity surrounding a message in a bottle. 
 You ripple smugly in the glass. You really were so smart, though finding a bottle with a cork loose enough for you to shimmy into was a task. Well, finding a bottle in general was a task. As romanticized as they are, they are very rare and hard to come by.
 Just like a human apparently. It feels like it's been hours since you’ve been in there. You occupy yourself by bitterly thinking about how you wouldn’t even need to go to these lengths, had you come to be in a fresh body of water rather than the ocean. Fresh-water nymphs definitely had the better deal. Being able to free roam to any lake, spring, reservoir, river. Walk on land. Not restricted to the ocean like you and your fellow ocean nymphs were. Never allowed to walk around in your physical form until a human gifted you your land legs. 
 Just then you feel the sand shift, and hear the sound of excited chatter.
 “Oh my god, shut the fuck up, look what I found,” someone says as they grip the neck of the bottle and wave it and you around. The world is blurry, moving very fast, but you can make out another human running towards the one handling you. He’s very pretty.
 “Is that… what if it’s for me?” he asks, cat eyes widening in awe. 
 Once again your world is shifted as the boy holding you drops the bottle down to his side. You feel woozy. 
 “You’re an idiot, Tae.”
 At least the human that picked you up has some sort of brain. Honestly, why would a crusty, barnacle adorned wine bottle have a note addressed to-
 “It’s for me obviously, since I’m the one that found it.”
 Or not. No brain at all in the human race, it seems.
 “So stingy, Gukkie,” the one not holding you says as he turns and walks the way they came. “C’mon, let’s go home so we can open it!”
 “Okay, I’m right behind you,” he says.
 But instead of moving, he brings the bottle, you, right up to eye level, peering curiously into it. He’s got big round eyes, and big front teeth that are nibbling on his bottom lip. His hair is long and wavy, slightly damp from a dip in the ocean perhaps. Very cute indeed. His thumb brushes away some of the sand at the bottom, revealing you to him. He doesn’t know you’re you of course, but the gasp he lets out makes you question it. Can he see you?
 “Awe man, there’s water in it…” he mutters to himself, finally starting to follow his friend, “hopefully we can still read the message.”
 You bubble unhappily when he looks away and holds you in the crook of his arm. Had you been in physical form, you would have rolled your eyes. Of course he would only be worried about the note. Humans and their lack of brains.
 “So tell me why we are doing this at Inu-Yasha spring rather than in our kitchen sink?”
 Jeongguk sighs, exasperated. Though his heart warms at the use of the childhood nickname for the small spring he and Taehyung used to frequent when they were little. Still do, swimming in it from time to time. 
 “Sentimentality. And it’s like 10 minutes from the apartment, which you could have stayed at by the way.”
 Taehyung groans. “Ugh, I’m going home, just bring the bottle and note back once you’re done with your ritual or whatever the fuck.” He trudges through the bit of greenery until he finds the path back to the apartment.
 Jeongguk stays behind, kneels at the bank of the spring. It’s quite deep, water a clear blue with a few little fish here and there, though they always run from him when he tries to spot them. He dips his hand in. Not too cold, despite the sun starting to set in the sky. The drive home from the beach was long and ate up most of the daylight they had. Probably about 2 or three hours left, give or take.
 Nevertheless Jeongguk hunkers down, grips at the cork of the bottle. It comes out surprisingly easy, with a loud pop! He hums. Must have been loose to begin with. Probably how the water seeped in. The water that he carelessly dumps into the spring. There wasn’t enough to warrant a large splash, but somehow it snaps back and a droplet lands in his eye, the salt water stinging just a little.
 He whines, rubbing at his eye before he frowns at the water with a scowl. Rude. He swears it babbles back, little bubbles popping angrily at the surface. 
 He ignores the apparently sentient spring as he struggles to get the note out until he groans in defeat, finally accepting that his fingers are just too thick to fit in the top of the wine bottle. So thick in fact, he’s struggling to pull it out. 
 He wiggles, and pulls with all his strength, face probably ugly and a little red from the strain. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard? What did he do to deserve this? Could he go on without his ring finger? He didn’t think so, that was one of his two best fingering fingers. Also where would his wedding ring go if they had to cut it off? He’s about to shed a few tears when at last! His finger comes loose, and he falls flat on his butt in the damp brush around the shallow edge of the spring. He sighs, looks up at the treetops, and then scrunches his toes in his sneakers. Perhaps he’ll just put his feet before he goes home. 
 With his shoes and toe-socks shed, he rolls up his sweats and plops the soles of his feet in the water, sighing at the refreshing feeling. He leans back on his palms, digs his toes into the soft floor of the spring. Taking a deep breath, he starts to hum a soft tune, tired from a day out in the scorching sun. The trip back was just as unbearably hot. 2 hours in Taehyung’s beat up civic, void of any AC. Maybe he deserves a full body dip in the spring… he’s earned it. The message in the bottle can wait. 
 He stands, sheds his shirt and his sweats. Pauses briefly when he’s just in his briefs. Should he? He fishes his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and checks the time before dropping them on the ground again. Around 4:30-4:45… people were probably settling in for the night, not likely to be roaming the woods, and more likely to be sitting at a dinner table soon. Plus he doesn’t want to walk home with wet clothes. He yanks his underwear down, bare for the forest to see. 
 He wades to the center of the spring, coming up to just under his pecs. Keeps an eye out for those sneaky little fish. The water feels good on his slightly sunburnt skin, red and just a little sore. There’s a little waterfall by one of the big rocks on the edge. He makes his way over, turns his back to the stream before he tilts his head, hands coming up to work the water through his hair. He rubs some over his body, on the back of his neck. He groans quietly at how nice it feels. Cooling on his skin. He moves out from under the flow, but stays close, back leaning against the rock. He lets his eyes fall shut as he listens to the stream trickle, it almost sounds like someone giggling.
 Wait. Someone is giggling.
 Jeongguk whips around, looks from side to side, in the water, and then up to the top of the rock, about a few feet above him. He gasps.
 “A mermaid-”
 Atop the rock you groan. Rolling your eyes while you rest your chin on your palm. You’re laying flat on your tummy, your long hair pooling by your elbow. 
 “A human,” you say mockingly. The boy purses his lips with an unamused expression. You smirk before sighing, “Why is it always mermaids this, mermaids that? You know, they are quite mean,” you put your open palm to your mouth, glance around a little like you’re telling a secret, “and a bit unsightly without their glamour if you ask me… Plus! Would a mermaid have these?” You shift so you’re sitting on your butt, dangling your legs over the edge before thrusting them in the stranger’s, Gukkie’s, face. You wiggle your little toes for emphasis. 
 Though the feet in his face are alarming, what’s even more so is the fact that you are naked and incredibly hot. Peeping Tom or not, Jeongguk wants his face in your tits. Another thing that is alarming is the fact that you clearly are not human. Far too beautiful to be mortal. Jeongguk has never been picky, however. You also just made fun of him for being a said human. Mythical creature supremacy if you ask him.
 “I guess not…” he mumbles, answering your question.
 You laugh to yourself before flopping to your back, sideways so that when you turn your head, you can see him. You smile at him before sighing and lifting your legs in the air above you, just admiring them. “I love them, thank you,” you say dreamily.
 “You’re welcome?” He’s not sure what he did, but he’ll take the praise. “So… what are you then?” he asks wearily, yet interested and hesitantly aroused. He wades a little closer.
 “I’m __, I’m a nymph!” you peep as you roll to your side. You rest your head on your palm, your other arm falling over your stomach, playing with the little bit of moss on the rock before gesturing grandly at the water in front of you. “This is my spring now!”
 Jeongguk is but a mortal human and it’s not his fault his body reacts to your nymph tits bouncing as you giggle and laugh and roll around on top of that rock. Like you’re putting on a show for him. He’s not hard yet of course, he has some self-control, but his dick is interested and it does twitch under the clear water… He tries to be sly, nonchalant as he grabs a nearby lily pad hoping to hide himself.
 You eye him from your perch, eyes glinting in amusement before you point your finger and flick your wrist with a quick swiping motion. The lily pad flies from his hold. He squeaks.
 “Wha- How did you-”
 “Magic, Gukkie!”
 Jeongguk’s about to question how you know that nickname but then you dive into the water and he panics. The spring is clear, but he can’t see you - it’s like you melted into the water as soon as you hit it. He spins in a circle trying to locate you until he’s facing the rock again, confused and scared, with a dick that is traitorously on its way to plump. Then he sees a dark figure in front of him, and he yelps again, trying to back away, his steps slowed down by the water. 
 The way you rise from the spring is like something out of a horror movie. The top of your head first, your hair dark and wet in your face, the length of it swirling around you in the water like black seaweed of death. Like you’re a water spirit, here to hopefully fuck him and then hopefully not leave him to drown.
 “I’ve never seen one up close before, nymphs only come to be as girls…” you say once your lips are out of the water. You stay mostly submerged. “Well,” you continue with a tilt of your head, contemplative, “I have seen a merman one but yours is much cuter!”
 Jeongguk blushes, and looks between his cock in the clear water and you in front of him. “Did you just-”
 “I was just curious!” you chirp, laughing as you backstroke away from him some, giving him a little space. Your tits are perky on your chest, nipples peeking out of the water while your paddle on your back.
 Jeongguk stares, unabashed. You just ogled him, so he shall do the same. You don’t seem shy, confident in fact, loving the attention. Maybe you’re just comfortable, or maybe you’re just always naked. 
 “Have you always been here?” he questions, swimming just a little closer. 
 “Mmm. No, you brought me here,” you reply. You’re pouting in concentration as you make little water droplets float around him.
 Jeongguk’s eyes cross as a drop hovers in front of his nose. “I did?”
 You hum an affirmative noise. “The bottle? I was in there, Gukkie.”
 His mouth parts into a little ‘o’, realization coloring his features. “My name isn’t Gukkie by the way, it’s Jeongguk. Why did you want to leave the ocean?” He’s assuming you wanted to leave, seeing as you seem happy in the spring. You’re making the droplets settle in his hair like a crown now. Jeongguk’s unsure how they don’t burst and splash all over him, but he’s amazed nonetheless. A simple man, easily entertained.
 “Ah… I have chronic- seasickness… the ocean just wasn’t for me…” you’re tongue is sticking out in concentration. “Plus when a human brings us ashore, we get legs! And we get to experience all the mundane things that happen on land!” You pause your handy work before bringing your leg up out of the water, calf by your ear.
 “Whoa…” Jeongguk whispers, inching closer to you. The hovering water droplets follow. “You’re really flexible.”
 You smile, before getting back to work. “Am I?”
 Jeongguk nods. You’re only a couple feet away now. He takes you in, how your hair is so dark, it almost has a navy hue to it. How the water twinkles and glistens as it glides down your skin. The swell of your tits can be seen above the water. He wants to know what you feel like.
 “Are you slimy?” he ponders.
 Your movements jerk to a halt, the intricate water crown bursting and promptly drenching Jeongguk, his wavy hair falling in his face. He gingerly brushes it to the side, mostly unbothered.
 “Slimy?” you repeat, tone offended. 
 “I mean like fish are slimy so I thought that maybe you would be too… you know to help you in the water…or something I don’t know I-”
 “Do I look like I am part fish?” you whisper angrily, “like those fishy fisherman fuckers?”
 Jeongguk chokes, “Fisherman fuckers? Wha- Why do you hate mermaids so much?”
 “That’s not important,” you wave a hand dismissively, water follows the path. “What is important is why you think I’m slimy?”
 He’s backing up, open palms raised in defense and surrender. “I don’t think you’re slimy! I was just wondering what your skin feels like!”
 You pause, cute surprise taking over your face. “Oh,” you say. Then, a lewd grin takes over your features and you do that thing where you turn into water before creepily popping up right in front of him. “Well why don’t you touch me and see?”
 You’re both in a shallower part of the spring now, the water only coming to just above Jeongguk’s belly button, and just below your boobs. His eyes flicker between them and your face.
 “For real? Can I?” Jeongguk’s a horny idiot, but he’s not a douche bag. Consent is key.
 You nod, batting your wet eyelashes at him. “You can.”
 He does not need to be told twice.
 Slowly his arms come out of the water, and he glances at you again only to see you looking down at his hands, equally as curious as him, it seems. He brings a palm up to rest on your shoulder, the other hovering awkwardly, before sliding down the front of your chest resting on your sternum between your tits. He swallows thickly.
 “Can I touch them?” he asks quietly. His pinkie reaches out, barely brushes the swell of your tit. The water dripping from his arms sounds loud in his ear.
 You're quieter than you were previously, a little in awe of his hands on you. You nod, quick and short.
 With both hands he softly cradles your boobs in his palms. They are big, some overspill happens even with hands as large as his. When he brushes his thumbs slowly, tentatively over your nipples, you gasp quietly, eyes still trained on where he’s touching you.
 “Does that feel good?” he wonders aloud. He feels like it should. It feels good for humans at least. But he doesn’t know if nymphs are different. Sure you look mostly the same, just sexier, softer —he squeezes your tits gently, groans under his breath— more plush than a human but-
 “Yeah, I like it I think…” You look up at him, and then back to his hands, and then to his chest. You bring your small hands to his pecs and copy what he’s doing to you.
 He laughs softly, bites his lip on a grin when you rub his nipples. Your movements are unsure though, shy and timid. He asks, “Have you ever been touched like this before?”
 You shake your head, eyes still on his pecs. They give a little when you squeeze. “No but I’ve seen humans do this stuff… and some of the girls have been with humans and they tell stories…”
 Jeongguk laughs again. You really were a Peeping Tom. He steps just a little closer to you. “What did they say about this stuff?” he whispers, sighs as he sees your eyelashes flutter when he rolls your nipples between his fingertips.
 “Um,” you say distractedly, “that humans know how to make us feel really good… a lot of us come to land just to see what it’s all about… you know, sex,” you whisper it quietly like it’s a dirty word, “All nymphs are quite lustful by nature but my kind don’t have it as easy as other nymphs because we aren’t allowed on land until we get brought here so we don’t get much human interaction…” your nails, naturally a little sharper than a human’s would be, dig into his chest when Jeongguk pinches a little at your nipple, pulling, “and there aren’t male nymphs in the sea… Ocean nymphs do live the longest though, so I guess that’s our perk,” you’re babbling but trail off when his hands smooth over your tummy, resting on your hips. He squeezes gently.
 “How do nymphs die?” Jeongguk asks curiously. Not exactly normal pillowtalk, but well. You weren’t exactly normal either.
 “Hmm, I don’t know much about other types, but water nymphs die when our origin source dries up, so… the ocean won’t be doing that anytime soon… but for fresh-water nymphs, like the ones that come to be in a well, or a stream?” you shrug. Again, your tone is distracted, hands roaming over Jeongguk’s skin. Fingertips of one hand running along his bicep, the other running along the lines of his stomach. It tenses under your touch, and a little breath gets caught in your throat when you see chills form on his skin. “You like this,” you state more than question, eyes peering into his excitedly.
 He hums, chuckling a little while looking down at your hands. “I do, feels good.”
 You shiver, the pit of your belly burning a little. “Wait, I want to feel good too... Will you show me, Gukkie?”
 Jeongguk pauses, hands still on your hips and he thinks for a moment. Should he show you? Should he fuck a water nymph he he didn’t even know existed up until an hour ago? He looks down his nose at you. Your wide eyes, swimming with emotion. Tiny hand eagerly gripping at him, a little too hard like you don’t even notice. Hair long and wet, draping over your shoulder, over the round of your chest. He swallows. Yes. He should fuck you. But first-
 “I think we should kiss- before we do all that.”
 You look at him skeptically, eyes dropping down to his lips. “Does kissing feel good?”
 He purses his lips in thought. “Um… yeah. It also leads to other stuff that feels good.”
 That seems to be convincing enough for you, seeing as you drag him over to where you first saw him and lean against the rock. “I’ve seen people kiss against rocks before so I want to do it here,” you tell him rationally.
 Jeongguk is trying not to laugh, and just nods, mirth swimming in his eyes. A hand finds your hip again, the other coming up to tuck some of your wet hair behind your ear. It’s pointy at the top, and adorned with a few little pearls that catch his eye. The small gemstones are light blue and shimmery in the glow of the twilight surrounding you. He rests his palm on your cheek, eyes searching yours whenever they come up from darting to your lips. 
 When his lips touch yours, the first thing he notices is that they are soft. Just like the rest of you. Soft and eager for his, quickly following his lead. You copy what he does, learning fast to open your mouth, move with him. To slip your tongue in between his lips every now and then. He wasn’t lying. It does feel good. Makes you feel hot, even in the cool water of the spring. 
 Jeongguk pushes closer to you, gripping your hips harder. With nowhere else to go, you’re pressed flush against the side of the rock with his body against yours. You pull away, and look down when you feel something poke your belly.
 “Oh! Your penis is hard now,” you look up at him with wide eyes.
 Jeongguk cringes. “Mmm, call it a cock for right now.”
 You nod once, a look of determination on your face. “Cock,” you repeat.
 Jeongguk smiles. Unintentionally corrupting you little by little. “Yes, cock. It’s hard now because I’m starting to feel good,” he says as he pushes against your tummy a little more, the tip rubbing against you. “You’re starting to feel good too, right? Are you wet?”
 You look at him strangely. “I am… always wet?” you reply unsure. 
 Jeongguk giggles, presses his face against your cheek as he bends down to whisper in your ear, “No, I mean here.”
 When he rubs the tips of his fingers just above your slit, you gasp, legs instinctively pressing together.
 “You’ve touched yourself before?” he questions.
 You nod, blushing. “Sometimes…”
 Of course you have. Though you aren’t sure you do it in the same way humans do. You use the water, maybe you’ll show him sometime.
 He hums, quizzically. “Can I touch you?” He brushes his nose against yours, his lips barely ghosting over your own. You reach to your tiptoes to connect them, but he pulls back, smirking a little. You huff, pouty.
 “I want to touch too,” you whine in a quiet tone, hands dipping into the water. 
 He watches the way your hands twitch when they get closer to his cock like you aren’t sure. “You can, I want you to… Just make sure you do it softly, okay? It’s sensitive,” he whispers.
 “Softly,” you repeat, fingertips just grazing the tip of him under the water. You bite your lip when his cock twitches towards you, like it’s eager to be in your palm. You shift on your feet, excited and buzzing.
 “Mhm,” he confirms, laughing a little. You’re like a little parrot, copying everything he says, the way he touches you. “Be gentle…” he’s whispering now, head kind of hazy from how turned on he is. His hips push into your touch.
 You nod. “Gentle.” Your fingertips grip his length, and you hear him let out a soft breath, his hands on your waist squeezing.
 You keep your hand like that, just your fingertips lightly moving up and down over his cock, eyes watching through the clear water of the spring, fascinated by the way his foreskin rolls over the crown. He’s making the softest, most delicate noises, hips just barely thrusting. He hums.
 “Stroke it, use your whole hand.”
 You look up at him, and his eyes are still on your movements, but when he feels your gaze on him, he looks up. He smiles a dumb, lazy grin. “You’re like so hot.”
 Your cheeks burn at the compliment and you let out a small surprised sound before speaking up. “Will you help me?” you murmur.
 Jeongguk makes a soft cooing noise as he places a hand over yours, making you wrap completely around his length. He moves your hands up and down at a steady pace, twisting at the tip. He moans, loud, a little breathy.
 “Yeah, just like that, keep doing that,” he praises as his hands start moving over your body again. He slips one into the water, slowly begins to move towards your slit, then finally between your legs. You mewl, and cant your hips a little, angling them so he can touch you more easily. He simply hums, pets gently over your pussy lips. They are plump and silky smooth, just like the rest of your body. He wonders if the lack of body hair is to help you in the water. He’ll ask later, when he’s not thinking with his cock.
 He slips his middle finger in between your folds, with his eyes trained on your face to watch your reaction. He watches as your eyes slip shut and he listens as you suck in a soft, but sharp breath. The hand you have on his cock stutters. He moans, cock jerking in your palm as his finger gently rubs over your clit, up and down, then in small circles. 
 Jeongguk’s fingers on your clit feel so good, different from yours and what you’re used to; his touching you a little rougher and faster than you do to yourself, a different sensation than when you use the water to pleasure you. As his movements speed up, so do yours, following his lead. You feel as he gets harder and harder in your palm, awestruck by the effect you have on him. Jeongguk bends some, kisses you hard, as he thrusts into your hand. He pants into your mouth, telling you how good you’re making him feel. The praise makes your cunt pulse, a whine slip from your lips.
 “I’m doing good?” you ask breathlessly. You’re hips are rolling into his touches, chasing the feeling.
 “Fuck yeah,” he moans, his fingers sliding from your clit to just barely press into your opening, teasing before finding their previous place. “Your hand feels better than my fleshlight, and I paid like… a lot of money for that.” His head falls back and he groans.
 You don’t know what a fleshlight is, and you’re curious, but unfortunately you don’t get to ask because out of nowhere Jeongguk’s hand is snatching the one you have on his cock off, and holding it away from him as his eyes squeeze shut and his brows pinch together. His chest is rising and falling in staccato breaths. You tense, worried that you did something wrong. 
 It hurts a little when you're pushed into the rock behind you due to how hard Jeongguk kisses you. He kisses a lot more than the couples you’ve seen. It feels good though, so you don’t complain. Instead, eagerly licking into his mouth. He laughs, low and shaky as he gingerly let’s go of the hold he has on your wrist. He cups your tits instead, squeezing contently. 
 “Sorry… almost came. Embarrassing,” he sings cutely with a playful roll of his eyes. He just looks at you for a moment like he’s committing you to memory, like he can’t believe he somehow got to be the human to hold your tits in his hands, before he states eloquently, “I wanna eat you out. Can I?”
 “Eat me out? What is that?” you ask distractedly as your hand tries to sneak back down to his cock again. It’s sticking straight up under the stream, red compared to the pale skin of his tummy. He backs his hips up staying out of your reach.
 Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise just a little. He wonders if you actually don’t know what he means, or if you’ve just never heard it phrased like that. Either way his cock feels like it’s throbbing against his belly at the idea of being the first one to taste you. If you say that’s okay, of course. Consent. 
 He presses his lips to your ear, “Means I wanna kiss you,” he cups your cunt in his palm, “here.”
 You stiffen, shoulders raising and the water droplets on your body rise too, floating above you till your body relaxes. Jeongguk’s mouth felt good on yours; you can’t even imagine how good it would feel down there. You cup your hands on his face and bring him down to your level to kiss him, legs wrapping around his waist as you hold him as close to you as you can, smiling into it after a short while.
 He grins too. “What are you smiling at?” he teases.
 You giggle, and look down at the water. “The fish are watching us.”
 To Jeongguk’s surprise that is exactly what is happening when he follows your gaze. In an almost perfect half-circle surrounding you both, are a bunch of small fish. He jumps a little and crowds your space even more than he already was. They swim a little closer in unison.
 “That is so… unsettling…” he murmurs. 
 “They don’t like you,” you whisper.
 He tsks, and rolls his eyes. “I knew they didn’t… but I can’t say I am fond of them either…” He pouts before whispering, “I can’t eat your pussy while they are watching, that’s weird.” He glances at his hands, frown increasing, as a small whine escapes his lips. “I’m getting pruney too.”
 You hum, laughing lightly to yourself. Humans are like little sponges, the way they absorb water into their skin. You pull him to the edge of the water towards the land and he follows obediently, extremely willing to go wherever you take him at this point, cock bobbing with every step he takes. His big hand squeezes yours affectionately every now and then. You lead him to the top of the rock where he first saw you, gingerly settling down on lush, soft moss with your knees pulled to your chest. Your body feels like it’s vibrating from the anticipation thrumming through you.
 Jeongguk does the same, sitting on his heels in front of you. He gently rubs his hands on your legs, pushing lightly, encouraging you to open up for him. He seems as eager as you, his hands trembling just a hint, his pink little tongue peeking out to wet his lips. You resist some against his hands due to shyness, but desire wins out the more he touches you, as his hands run over your body.
 “It’s gonna feel good, I promise,” he says as he lays on his belly, breath hot on your core. “I’m not good at that many things, but eating pussy?” he nods to himself and throws you an ‘okay’ sign with his fingers. “I’m like the best.”
 Without further ado, Jeongguk sets out to prove his skills to you. His fingers pet over your pussy lips at first, admiring how soft they are, so smooth under his fingertips. With his first two fingers, he spreads you open, and he literally whines when he sees how you glisten in the setting sunlight. Soaked and dripping already, a little clear drop leaking when your cunt clenches on nothing.
 “Awe, do you want my fingers too?” he coos, as he plays with that little droplet, gathering it up and pushing it back into your core as he sinks his middle finger into you slowly.
 You gasp quietly, a tiny ‘oh…’ falling from your lips. You spread your legs wider, and sit up a little so you’re braced on your elbows, looking down at him, at where his finger disappears inside of you. So slowly like he’s taking extra care not to hurt you. Inside, he curls it, making you jerk, keening at the sensation.
 “That feels good Gukkie…” you whisper. You take your eyes off your cunt and look at him. He looks back, smirks.
 “You feel good,” he throws back flirtily, “you’re so wet,” he comments, watching as his finger comes out shiny.
  He catches your gaze again, holds it as he brings his mouth down. He kisses just above your clit, just to the sides of it, each press of his lips making your hips twitch and squirm. All while his finger is still working inside of you. He sighs as he takes in the way you pussy swallows his middle finger, for just a moment longer before finally tasting you. 
 You taste fresh and clean on his tongue, almost like a drink of the best water he’s ever had. Fiji probably. He groans as he drinks you down, lapping slowly over your clit with a flattened tongue, the tip occasionally dipping down to your core, licking around his fingers to get a better taste of you. The noises you utter, the way you’re looking at him from above- all of you makes his cock throb. Drops of precum surely dribbling from the slit. 
 But he doesn’t touch himself, just focuses on you. On making you feel good.
 Which he’s doing a good job of. You let him know by the way your hips rock onto his tongue. The tongue that’s moving so slowly, yet precisely, over your clit. It’s the kind of pleasure that builds until it gets overwhelming. Every lick makes you more sensitive, makes you climb higher and higher. And when he adds his ring finger next to his middle one, it’s the kind of pleasure that takes over your whole body. It’s heavenly, especially when he starts hitting that spot inside of you.
 “Oh my gosh,” you whimper, tone kind of confused, like you didn’t know your body could feel the way he’s making it. 
 As he keeps curling his fingers, with his tongue still playing with your clit, you start to feel a sharp, intense sensation. A buildup that has your legs beginning to close as a natural reaction. But Jeongguk’s free hand pushes on the back of your thigh, putting your flexibility to good use, making your knees almost touch the ground beneath you. The sensation you were feeling only amplifies as he starts to thrust his fingers into you, harder and faster, almost a constant pressure on your g-spot. You gasp as your legs begin to tremble and your whole body starts to feel hot, burning as a new kind of pleasure pours over you.
 “Gukkie,” you whimper, head falling back. “Fingers, just your fingers, right there. God-” 
 Jeongguk’s a little affronted at you asking him to stop using his tongue, but when he sees the way your face is torn between pleasure and bewilderment, he gets over it. Your face is obscene and your tight little cunt is pulsing around his fingers and your slick is dripping all the way to the moss under you. You’re so fucking wet, lewd squelching sounds coloring the air of the woods as he fingers you. And then something is happening right before his eyes. Your back arches, as you warn him. As you tell him that it’s happening, that you’re gonna cum. 
 “Oh my god, fuck- please, please cum for me,” he moans fervently. 
 One last push of his fingers against your spot is all it takes for you to finish, pussy gushing clear liquid that floods his hand. His surprised moans mix with yours as his eyes find you, awe and wonder so apparent in them. You blush, eyes falling shut as he continues to work his fingers inside of you, his thumb finding your clit as he does. This makes you cum again, a smaller, different kind of orgasm than the first, but still just as intense and mind numbing. He keeps toying with your pussy, yearning to make you feel every last bit of pleasure that he can until your body is twitching, overwhelmed and spent.
 Jeongguk immediately brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them in and slurping up your Fiji water pussy juice as he groans. “Holy fuck… do you always do that?” he asks around his fingers.
 You’re flat on your back now, chest expanding as you try to catch your breath. “No, it’s never felt like that before,” you whisper, giggling softly between words, a little delirious and spacey from how good you just felt.
 Jeongguk plops himself on top of you, resting on his forearms that are settled at the sides of your head. “You mean I did that?” he asks. You nod with rosy cheeks. “Oh my god I’ve never made a girl squirt before, I can’t wait to tell Tae,” he whispers with a stupid grin. Then he kisses you, a little too hard due to his excitement. “You’re so cool. So sexy and so cool. And your pussy tastes so good, I never want to be with a human girl again.” His hips are rocking into your cunt, his cock hard and hot against your messy core. “Fuck- please let me fuck you,” he begs. 
 He doesn’t need to beg. You were always going to let him. You’ve wanted him to make you feel good since you saw him strip down, and run his hands through his hair under the waterfall, little drops rolling down the curves and ripples of his muscles before disappearing into your spring.
 Experiencing human desires firsthand wasn’t the only reason why you wanted to come ashore; it wasn’t your priority. Your priority was the freedom that came with being brought to land. Jeongguk being the one to find you and give you that freedom, just seemed to be like a happy, sexy coincidence.
 You loop your arms around his neck, and bite your lip a little as you nod, hoping that the desire you feel for him shines through your eyes. Jeongguk nods stiffly as his eyes flit to your lips before kissing you hard, once again. Though this time, while his lips are on yours, one of his hands reaches between your bodies, grips the base of his cock. He rubs it between your lips, the tip brushing against your clit making you moan, high pitched and sweet into his parted mouth. 
 “It might hurt a little, but I’ll go slow. I promise,” he says with furrowed brows.
 You nod and brace yourself for the stretch. Virginity is a construct that doesn’t exist in the sea, but Jeongguk has a big dick, and you’ve never had any dick inside of you. A little pain was to be expected.
 But just like he promised, he goes slow. Sweet kisses planted everywhere he can reach as he sinks into you, little by little. And although it does sting a tiny bit, it’s not nearly as bad as you expected, not as bad as what your friends had told you. Nymphs could be a little dramatic at times.
 When Jeongguk bottoms out, you gasp, your sharp nails digging into his shoulders where your hands were rested. He hisses, and your brows turn up with worry when you see tiny little pricks of blood come to the surface.
 “I’m sorry,” you murmur softly, bringing a finger to your lips getting it wet with a little spit. You bring the wet digit up to the small wounds, pressing slightly. When you pull away, the small cuts are gone. You do the same for all of the little dots of blood. “Are you mad? Are you okay? I fixed it, I’m sorry,” you say again.
 Jeongguk is balls deep in the wettest, tightest pussy he has ever been in, real or fake, and you’re asking him if he’s mad. If he’s okay. He laughs a little, kind of airy and strained as he tries not to move before you’ve adjusted to him being inside of you. “You could carve your name into my skin and I would probably cum. I’m fine,” he says as he pecks your nose.
 Your eyes grow big at the little affection before you giggle. “Don’t get ahead of yourself… water nymphs can get mean and possessive… we are known to drown people if they are unhappy with them.”
 Jeongguk pulls out just a little before rocking back into you. You moan softly, eyes fluttering. “Mmm, I’m not making you unhappy am I?” you shake your head, distracted as he keeps up those slow thrusts, pulling out a little more each time before sliding back in. He hums, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “Nice, I only wanna make you feel good.” When he says ‘good’ he gives a particularly hard, long thrust, punching a gasp from you.
 “Oh you are, you’re making me feel so good, Gukkie,” you whine quietly, bringing your legs up to circle around his waist. 
 Your legs don’t stay there. When he goes onto his knees, he places your ankles on his shoulders, hands running along your skin making goosebumps pop up. You shiver and bring your hands up to his torso, just wanting to touch on him too. His abs tense when you pet at him, and he moans, his hips speeding up some.
 Jeongguk doesn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve being buried in your cunt right now. Maybe he saved a baby from a fire, or a kitten from a tree- whatever it was, he is so grateful to his past self for doing it. The way you mewl under him, soft whines of his name as you squirm when he fucks into you just right- it’s unreal. You and your slippery wet cunt are unreal, and Jeongguk is already so embarrassingly close. He curses as he fits his hands behind your knees and pushes until they are by your head. He rests most of his weight onto you, almost bent in half, pussy displayed and wide open for his cock that he plunges into you, fast and hard.
 “God you feel so fucking good, I don’t even want to fill you up,” he pants above you, “I just wanna keep fucking you forever.”
 “Yeah?” you ask, voice cutting out mid-syllable due to the force of his hips kissing yours.
 He nods, with dark hooded eyes. He looks down to where his cock is fucking into your cunt and he moans, loud, deep from within his chest. Gritting his teeth, he fucks you harder, more desperate than before, his fingers digging into the meat of your legs.
 You’re whimpering, soft moans of your own mixing with needy grunts escaping Jeongguk’s mouth. It sounds pretty to you, raw and blissful, as you watch the way his face contorts with pleasure as he gets closer. His brows pinch, and his mouth falls open. The deep grunts he was groaning turn into frantic higher pitched moans. His eyes shut, and his head tips back, sweat droplets running down his neck, pooling at his collarbones. His cock drags inside of you, your slippery cunt sucking him right back in everytime he pulls out.
 “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he whispers, hips still moving just a little less consistent than a few moments ago.
 “Yeah,” you say again, breathless as you look up at him. His long hair sways at the sides of his face with every thrust, and his eyes are squeezed shut like he’s concentrating, working so hard for his high. “Yeah, I want it, want you to cum, Gukkie,” you urge, hand coming up to push some of his sweaty hair behind his ear. 
 His body jolts at the sweet action, eyes opening for just a second to gaze at you before they snap shut as his hips snap forward, his cock spilling into your pussy as he trembles on top of you. You can feel how he throbs inside of you with every pulse of cum that shoots from his cock. He sighs as he milks his cock with a few more slow, lazy thrusts, some of his cum spilling out of you.
 You sigh with him, still petting at his messy hair as he composes himself. Composure to him is letting you un-pretzel and then resting on top of you.
 “That felt good,” you drone.
 He huffs from his place on your chest. He’s rolling one of your boobs in his palm like a squishy stress ball. “I think I almost blacked out.” He sits up a little. “Shit sorry, you didn’t cum again did you? Do you want me to-” he starts to move down your body, determined to finish you off one more time.
 You thread your hands through his hair, and pull lightly, signaling him to stop. “No I’m okay! The first one was enough, it was like- overwhelmingly good… and I had a baby one after that,” you tell him with a blush.
 The corner of his mouth quirks up. “I still can’t believe I made a mythical being squirt,” he moves back up your body and holds your face in his hands as he pecks your lips cutely before murmuring against them, “So cool....”
 You kiss back, for as long as you can. Up until Jeongguk shivering on top of you is too distracting.
 “Are you cold?” you wonder aloud, pulling away from him.
 “N-no,” he chatters as he chases your lips. You press your index finger to them to stop him in his tracks. He pouts, and his brows furrow unhappily. 
 “It’s getting late, you should go home,” you suggest lightly. “It’ll be dark soon… if I’m real, who knows what else lurks in the woods when the sun goes down.” You raise your eyebrows and try to tease a little.
 He grumbles, but does as you say, trudging down the rock to where his clothes are. You watch him from your rock, and try not to snicker when he stumbles while trying to get his legs into his sweats. When he’s fully dressed he turns and looks up at you, doe-eyes kind of sad and forlorn.
 “Are you going to be okay out here?” he asks, loud so you can hear him.
 You roll your eyes with a smile. “I lived in the ocean for centuries, I will be fine. I have the moon to keep me company.”
 His eyebrows raise. “Centuries? Kinda milfy of you.”
 “Milfy?” you question with a little pout.
 Jeongguk laughs softly, runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry about it.” He looks like he’s about to say more, but instead he just gives you a soft smile and a small wave before turning to pick up the bottle you arrived in and then making his leave.
 “Jeongguk!” you yell.
 He turns back quickly, like he was waiting for you to call after him.
 “Will you come visit me again?” you ask with a small, hopeful grin. Your head is tilted and resting in your palm, looking much like you did when he first saw you. 
 The smile that graces his face is big and bright even in the darkness that is starting to overtake the woods. He nods. “This has always been my favorite spring. Bye little nymph,” he says with a final wave.
You watch him go until you can’t see him anymore, his body disappearing into the brush. Still, you whisper a tiny, “Bye, Gukkie,” before diving back into the spring taking your water form for the night.
pls this jk was so fun to write lmao also ahhhh my first time writing a squirt scene , i hope it was ok lol AND TY FOR READING FRIENDS!!  i know its a little bit of a niche pairing but it was fun to write so i hope you enjoyed it <3 if you did, pls do all the things: like, comment, reblog, share, send as ask~~ love hearing what you think :) and again!! ty for helping me hit my milestone i love u guys *smooches*
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